Trouble at the beach party By TeeVee sjn45@yahoo.com A young female bodybuilder is attacked and beaten up, but her strength helps her defeat her attackers. This story is meant to be realistic. Janice Moore is a rather quiet and shy girl of eighteen. She took up bodybuilding because she hated her skinny body, and in less than two years developed her once-slender muscles into impressive proportions. Although her muscles have increased in size, they are still within the realm of reality. She is very proud of her development but does not like to show off. Janice is not aggressive or super strong. She is a rather normal teenage girl who happens to enjoy bodybuilding. She does not enjoy hurting others and shies away from conflict. Her bodybuilding training had made her very strong but she has limits. She is not a fighter by nature and turns aggressive only when threatened. She is sensitive and vulnerable, she can be hurt, both emotionally and physically. She is very feminine, and she is not dumb. She has a mind of her own, and is very disciplined. Bodybuilding is not for weak-willed people. And she has a sense of humor; she can even laugh at herself. Janice Moore was a quiet, shy, pretty girl, five feet, six inches tall, with long light-brown hair and blue eyes.. She was a senior in high school and was nearly nineteen. She had taken up bodybuilding almost two years ago after reading in a magazine that bodybuilding could improve her appearance. She had read this many times before, but she finally decided to put this promise to the test. The program worked far better that she had dreamed. Jan was delighted with the improvement it had made in her thin frame. She was very proud of her improving development and wanted to look as good as her genetics would allow. But she did not intend to be a show off; she hated that when she saw other girls do it. She just wanted to feel free to show herself unashamedly and freely, like the other good-looking girls in school did. When she started the program she weighed 115 pounds, now she weighed 135. The difference this made in her appearance was stunning. Heads turned wherever she went, although Jan never realized she was getting as much attention as she was. Since she began training, she had gained muscle all over her body. Her calves now measured almost 15 and a half inches, and had the muscular, diamond shape that she had always wanted. Her thighs now measured almost 23 and a half inches, and looked very muscular. Her waist was a tight and trim 22 inches. Her chest measurement was now 43 and a half, a gain of ten inches. Her shoulders looked impressively wide now. The added thickness of her shoulders, increased width of her back, and exceptional depth of her chest muscles, all combined to give her a stunning, powerful look. Jan was most proud of her biceps. Her upper arms were over four inches thicker than when she started the program. They now measured over 15 inches. It was very obvious that Jan Moore was a bodybuilder. It was the third week of May, and Jan was getting ready to go to the senior class beach party. It was a common event for those kids fortunate enough to live near the ocean. She put on her new string bikini. It was solid white and just barely covered what it was supposed to. As she looked at herself in her mirror, her heart thumped heavily within her. She was thrilled with the changes in her body, but she was still timid about letting it show. The new bikini was a daring move for her. Jan knew that a bikini left very little to the imagination. The thin straps and hand-sized triangles of material barely covered anything. Either you look good in a bikini or you don't. And she noted with a mixture of pride and trepidation, you need to look very good to look good in a bikini. Jan tried to be objective as she looked at her reflection in her mirror. She thought she looked pretty good. But she had not worn a bikini in front of anyone since last summer. Now there would be boys looking at her. Part of her shrank from the prospect out of habit, but another part of her welcomed the opportunity. This would be her ultimate test of courage. If she passed it, she could finally stop worrying about how she looked to others. This latter feeling was new to Jan and she was surprised to see it in herself. But, at the urging of some of her friends, she was getting ready to enter her first bodybuilding contest in a few weeks, and she needed to get over her shyness so she could be more relaxed on the stage. A bodybuilding contest was a shy girl's worst nightmare. Jan practiced a few poses in front of her wall mirror. As she flexed, she could see that the extra aerobic work and change in her diet she had been doing for the last five weeks were working. More details of her muscles showed in each pose she assumed. Jan felt a thrill as she admired the image in her mirror. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was still hard for her to believe she was looking at herself. Her skin was getting thinner. Veins stood out on her arms from her hands to her shoulders. It was the kind of detail she knew she needed to win a contest. The thinner her skin got, the more details of her muscles would show. Was she good enough to win a contest? She did not know. She liked what she saw, but from the pictures in her bodybuilding magazines she knew that even the women who finished in last place in a contest looked fabulously muscular. For the short drive to the beach, Jan wore jeans and a T-shirt over her bikini. Mary and John, her friends from school, were taking her. When they arrived at the beach, Jan spread her big towel on the sand near Mary and her boyfriend, seated herself, and paused. Her heart pounded heavily within her. Was she brave enough to do this? Part of her begged her to keep her clothes on. But another part of her reasoned against her fear. You wear a mini-skirt to school every week or so. There is very little of you these kids have not already seen. Besides, in just a few weeks you are going to be in a bodybuilding contest. You will be flexing your muscles in front of a group of people who will be critically inspecting every inch of you. None of these kids will be looking at you that closely. If you can't handle this, you will never handle a bodybuilding contest. Next to her, Mary slid her cut-off jeans down her legs and revealed a nice multi-colored pastel bikini with a floral pattern. If Mary can do it, Jan thought, you can do it. Besides, you look better than she does. Finally, Jan took a deep breath and said to herself, "Well, here goes." With that, she slowly removed her outer garments. The warm, gentle breeze brushed her bare skin to reinforce the fact that she was virtually naked. Janice stood up on her towel, and blushed furiously as she folded her jeans and T-shirt, and stuffed them into her small duffel bag. She really did not want to attract a lot of attention, but she could feel her muscles flex and move as she moved. She felt good. "There she is," Jason Bell said quietly to his two pals. "I see." Ed Wescott craned his neck. "Oh, man," Twig Bryant breathed, "She is awesome. Look how the muscles stand out on her thighs when she moves." He admired Jan's well defined quadriceps and prominent hamstrings. He noted her firm butt, in passing. He had never seen a girl with such muscular legs. Her slightest move caused her thighs to come alive with long ridges of muscle. "I like her calves. They are unreal." Twig raised up on his knees for a better look. "I can see from here. They are truly astrophysical." Ed raised up to see, but ten other heads were now looking that way and blocked his view. "Look at the size of her arms. They put us to shame." "Really. She has the most awesome triceps." "True." "Her chest muscles are awesome, too." "Yea, she has the thickest chest muscles I've ever seen on a girl." "True. It makes me want to start working out." "Yea, me too." "She is the one you asked out?" Ed asked. "Yep." "And she turned you down." "Yea." "So what's with her?" "She said she was too busy. She works out almost every night." "I believe it." "Jeez," Mary said enviously, "I might as well stay dressed." Mary's boyfriend was staring helplessly at Jan. "Why," Jan said still blushing. "Because nobody is going to notice me next to you." "I didn't wear this to make you feel bad. Besides, I didn't know we were in competition. The only person you should want to impress is your boyfriend." Jan looked pointedly at him, hoping to get him to pay some attention to Mary. She purposely said 'boyfriend' to emphasize his relationship to Mary. He did not get it. "True," Mary was saying, "But I still have some pride." "You want me to move?" "No, silly, I was just making a point. I'm envious of you." "Don't be. I think you look nice," Jan said, trying to smooth things over. She really thought that Mary looked okay. She was not the most outstanding looking girl there. Like most girls, she needed to exercise more to tighten up her muscles and burn off some of her bodyfat. But she was certainly above average-looking. Two years ago, Jan would have loved to look like Mary. Now it did not matter. "Thanks, but you look absolutely awesome." Mary was especially intimidated by Jan's flat stomach. At her slightest move it broke into hard ripples of muscle. "If it makes you feel any better," Jan said, "consider this: you look nice. And you look like you do naturally. You were born that way, and you have not had to do anything special to look like you do. I did not look like this naturally. You know how skinny I used to be. I have had to work my butt off in a gym for a year and a half to look like I do." "You look nice without a butt," Mary's boyfriend said. Mary turned to him and slapped his arm. It had been months since Jan had gone to the beach and she could not wait to get near the water. As soon as she had her clothes put away, and covered herself with sunscreen, she told Mary that she was going for a walk. She put on her white baseball cap to further reduce the glare from the bright sun and sand, and threaded her pony tail through the open back of the cap. She adjusted her sunglasses, took a protein drink from her cooler, and made her way through the crowd of kids to the surf. Many of the boys called greetings to her, but she just waved her drink with a smile and continued on to the waters edge. "Hey," Doug said quietly as he nudged his friend, Bill. "Check this out." Bill went to another school and had never seen Janice. He looked in the direction Doug was looking and saw the girl walking in the white bikini. She had the most fantastic body he had ever seen. As she walked, a rhythm of ripples of muscle appeared all over her body. He had never seen anyone - especially a girl - as muscular as this girl. Her tanned skin glistened with suntan oil in the sun and highlights of her muscles flashed as she moved. "Jeez, who is that?" he breathed. "Janice Moore." "What is she, a gymnast?" "They say she is a bodybuilder." "I believe it. Look at the size of the her arm muscles." "They are truly awesome. Nice legs, too" "Definitely nice legs. I'll rate her a solid ten." "Yea, I'll give her a nine." "Man, you grade hard. What more could you want?" "Look at her chest. Did you ever see muscles like that on a girl before?" "I've never seen muscles like that on most boys." They both laughed as they continued to stare, as Jan walked slowly down the beach. "Oh, crap!" Jennifer Potter murmured. "Here she comes." "Who?" Jill Edwards said. She had been laying on her towel, sunbathing, now she raised up on her elbows to see. "Janice Moore, that bodybuilder." She said it as if being a bodybuilder was a disease. Jill stared at Jan as she walked along the sand. The girl looked stunning as her shining skin flashed when her muscles flexed and relaxed as she walked. Graceful, lean, obviously muscular, and tight, she was the embodiment of physical perfection. At least to some. "She thinks she is so cool," Jennifer said through gritted teeth. "You have to admit, she looks pretty tough." Jill was looking at the firm shapeliness of Jan's rump and legs. Her stomach was board- flat and broke into faint ripples with each step. Her thick shoulders and wide back were striking. As she walked, ridges of muscle, highlighted by the suntan oil, briefly stood out on Jan's thighs. Jill looked down at her own thighs and flexed them. Her slender muscles hardened and changed shape slightly, but they did not resemble the hard detail and shape that Jan's legs displayed. Jill was impressed. "She looks like a boy," Jennifer snorted as she looked at Jan's thick shoulders and back. "Oh, Jen, she doesn't look that bad." As they watched, they could see boys all over the beach jockeying for position to look at her. It was funny to watch. "The boys don't think she looks like a boy," Jill said with a giggle. Jennifer didn't see the humor in it. "Look at her arms! They're huge. They're thicker than half of the boys on the beach." Jill looked and, indeed, Jan's arms looked very thick and muscular. She wondered just how big Janice Moore's arms were. "I think you're just jealous," Jill said, teasingly. Jennifer looked at her darkly but said nothing. Among the crowd watching Jan walk along the beach were Brian Bell, Donny Martin, and Paul Huffman. They had tried to molest Jan earlier in the year and she had taught them a lesson they had not forgotten. But as they watched her beautifully developed muscles flex as she walked, the old desires came back. "Man," Brian said, "I'd like to drill her." "Yea," Donny said. "Muscle girl," Paul added. "She sure has the body." "Yea, she's tougher lookin' than she was last spring." "That bikini doesn't hide much, either," Paul added. "No, but what's hidden is what I want." The other boys laughed. Then Donny said, "I got a little score to settle with muscle girl, myself. I'd really like to rip her." "Yea," Paul said, "Me, too." "And I owe her a kick in the crotch," Brian said. As a result of their run-in with her last spring, they were under a court order not to come within ten feet of her at school; but this was not school.... Jan walked along the water's edge and drank in the sights and sounds of the ocean. The suntan oil that covered her skin seemed to increase the warmth of the sun, but the cool breeze moderated it. She loved this feeling. The constant sounds of the waves relaxed her. Alone with her thoughts, Jan walked slowly down the beach, sipping her drink, oblivious to the looks she was getting from all the other kids. She wished that she had come to the beach earlier. She loved the ocean, and she loved the sound of the waves as they splashed. The cool water swirled around her ankles. Jan loved to watch the waves crash. She ambled along watching wave after wave roll in. It struck Jan that she was doing something that she would never have even considered doing a year and a half ago. But it was the very thing that she had wished she could have done all her life. She was walking slowly and easily along the beach in a bikini, not worrying about how she looked to others. She was aware of the thin straps and small patches of cloth of her bikini around her body. It covered very little. She was virtually naked. But it really did not matter to her anymore. She was thrilled with her appearance. Aside from the concern of some that she was too muscular, Jan was completely at ease with the way she looked. It was a wonderful feeling. A lump formed in her throat as a feeling of gratitude filled her. She was so happy. Lost in her thoughts, Jan walked far up the beach. Suddenly, she looked around and realized that she was perhaps a half a mile away from the party. She turned around and started back. But she was enjoying being alone with the ocean, the warm sun, and her thoughts, and took her time going back. Once back at the party, several of the kids asked Jan to flex her muscles for them. She complied with a mixture of pride and awkwardness. Though very pleased with her development, she was still not used to being the center of attention. Later, Jan was invited to join the giant volleyball game. Twenty kids on each side. Jan surprised herself by serving the ball clear out of the big court. Every time she hit the ball it went too far. It took her several games to get her newfound strength under control. She never really considered herself to be very athletic, but she enjoyed volleyball. Today, she was amazed at her improved ability at the game. Among the crowd watching the game were Brian,, Donny, and Paul. As they watched Jan's beautifully developed muscles flex as she played, the old desires came back again. "Man, I want to screw her so bad," Brian said. "Who?" Donny said. "Muscle girl." "Yea, she sure looks ripe." Then Donny said, "Maybe we'll find a chance, later. "Yea," Brian added. "And maybe we'll find a way to knock her around a little." "Yea," Paul said, "Maybe we will." "Yea, and maybe I can see how deep she goes," Brian said. The other boys chuckled. Finally, Jan left the game. She had been playing for almost three hours and was getting hungry. She was returning from the rest room and walking back to her towel when Rick Thomas, and his two pals, Mark and Matt intercepted her. "Hi," Rick smiled. "Hello," Jan smiled back. In addition to being very muscular, Rick was nice. All three of these guys were nice. Jan liked them. "You really play well. Have you been practicing?" Mark said. "Thanks, but I haven't played in months," Janice said with a shy smile. "Really?" Mark grinned, "you were awesome." "Oh, now." Jan had heard that term over-used today. She still felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. "What are you going to do now?" Matt asked. "I'm going to eat and get something to drink, I'm parched," Jan said. "I'll get you something," Matt said, "What would you like?" "Water." "Water? No Coke?" "Nope. Too many calories." "You don't do diet drinks?" "No. Just water." "Is this because of your training?" Rick said. "Yea." Jan caught the twinkle of admiration in Rick's eyes. The three boys stood silently while Jan ate a protein bar and drank from a pint container of water. Again Rick was impressed. This girl was observing her diet along with her training, and resisting the temptation to cheat. But then, she looked like it. Her bodyfat level must be very low. The veins on her arms and thighs were standing out from her exertions in the volleyball game. She had a raw, muscular shapeliness that was arresting. When she had finished eating, Matt said, "Uh, we saw you flexing for some of the other kids, would you flex for us?" Jan shrugged and said, "Sure." She was getting used to this request by now. She placed her feet, and in one fluid motion, bent her knees slightly, tilted her hips forward, lifted her arms, and flexed her biceps. It was the classic Front Double biceps pose. She smiled faintly as she held the pose for them. As with the other kids she had posed for that day, the three boys were silent with awe for a moment as they looked over the hard details of her splendidly developed body. This was similar to the pose they had seen her do at school several months ago. She had looked impressive then, but now she was even more muscular. Her biceps were now thicker, taller, more sharply defined, with a distinct peak on top. And her triceps were better developed now, which gave a deeper arc to the lower contour of her flexed arms. The combination made her upper arms look very muscular. And today she was wearing a bikini. The boys could see the long ridges of her thigh muscles, the full sweep and tapering bulges of her splendidly developed calves, the faint ripples and grooves of her abdominals, the unique thickness and striations of her thick chest and shoulder muscles, and the unusual lumps and tapering contours of her muscular back. The combined effect was overwhelming. It took several seconds for the boys to find their voices. "Good grief," Matt whispered. This girl had the thickest biceps he had ever seen on a girl. "That is awesome," Rick said. "Nice. Do another one," Mark said finally. Jan turned ninety degrees and assumed a Side Triceps pose. Again, the boys were silent for several seconds. Since the last time she had posed for them, her triceps had grown thicker and more sharply developed. The dense, tapering knots of muscle stood out on her upper arm in stark relief. And they could see multiple lines of muscle in her thick deltoids. Jan's triceps had looked impressive then, now they looked even more fantastic. "Oh, man," Mark whispered involuntarily. He knew he was looking at the most muscular girl he had ever seen in his young life. Matt just shook his head. After a few seconds, Rick said, "Very nice. Now do a Side Chest." Mark and Matt were not sure what that was, but Jan knew. She bent the arm nearest the boys at the elbow against her side and pressed down on her fist with her other hand. She felt her chest muscles flex and pull against the straps of her bikini. At the sight of Jan's thick, striated chest and shoulder muscles, the three boys were again silent with awe. "Good grief," Matt whispered. Mark and Rick exchanged glances. They had never seen a girl with such fantastic development. Finally, Matt had to look away. This girl was too much for him. It almost hurt to look at her. Jan relaxed her pose and with an amused smile said, "Had enough?" "Uh, yes and no," Mark said. He wished he could look at her all day, but he could hardly stand to look at her any longer. She looked much too good. "You look awesome," Rick said. Admiration glittered in his dark eyes. Matt and Mark were looking at her with expressions of pleasure and distress. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "So do you." "Thanks," Rick said with a smile. This girl fascinated Rick Thomas. He had never seen a girl as muscular as Jan. And though she had every reason to be conceited or stuck up, she was not. Though shy, she was quietly friendly, and seemed unusually modest about her exceptional development. With her pony tail poking out of the back of her baseball cap and her sunglasses on, she looked very attractive. He noted that she assumed each pose with a smooth, automatic grace that indicated that she had practiced them for months. And as she held each pose, she looked into the eyes of her audience with a light, pleased smile. She seemed to be very proud of her development in an unassuming way. "Want to go for a walk," Rick offered. Jan shrugged, "Okay." The four of them strolled across the hot, loose sand toward the water. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the surf, and talking. Later, after a twilight weenie roast, the party broke up. About half the kids started to pack up and leave. Jan was among them and had to decline several invitations to stay. Most of the remaining kids moved several hundred feet down the beach toward the bonfire as the sun disappeared below the horizon. Except for a few chair-sized rocks, the area around Jan and her friends was deserted. It made no difference, they were going home anyway. She was packing her things when Mary said, "I'm going to move the car closer to us, so we won't have to walk so far. I'll meet you here when I get back." "Okay," Jan said, as she knelt in the sand and continued to pack her duffel bag. Mary had only been gone a minute when Jan looked up and her heart started to pound. Without warning, a fist smashed into Jan's left cheek, knocking her sprawling in the sand. "Paybacks are hell, muscle girl." Before she could recover, strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. Nearly blind with surprise and pain, Jan kicked and struggled with those holding her, she landed a few wild punches, but another powerful punch to her face snapped her head to the side. Jan tried to cover her face with her hands, when a punch to her gut bent her double. Then a powerful upper-cut smashed into her down- turned face and she stumbled backward. Strong hands caught her arms before she could fall. With her head hanging, dizzy with pain, she stood there weakly, a trickle of blood from her mouth rolled down her chin and dripped onto her chest. The punches stopped and she wondered if they were finished with her. Suddenly, there was an explosion of pain between her legs. Jan screamed in agony and crumpled to the sand, only to be lifted to her feet again. But she could not stand up in her own strength. She was hurting so badly she could barely see. Another punch to her face knocked her back against whoever was behind her, but they kept her from falling. Another punch to her stomach doubled her up, and another upper cut knocked her back and sent big drops of blood flying into the air. She started to fall again, but was held up from behind as another punch smashed into her face. Blindly, Jan tried to fight back and protect herself, but the punches kept landing on her face and body. As she struggled, Janice prayed for unconsciousness, but it never came. Their fists continued to slam into her, and every time she fell, she was pulled to her feet and hit again. The nightmare seemed to have no end, but finally, she fell into the sand one more time, and they left her there. Janice Moore lay on her side in the still-warm sand, half conscious, gasping for breath, and dizzy with pain. Her stomach churned with a sickening wad of nausea, her whole face pounded, her stinging mouth was swollen and filled with the taste of blood. Between her legs there was a throbbing agony. She was crying and moaning but she did not know it. Through the fog of her pain Jan's mind was working. Part of her wanted to get up and run away. Another part of her boiled with anger and wanted to begin hitting her attackers, but another part of her just wanted to lay there in the soft sand and sleep until the hurting went away. Donny Martin looked at the muscular girl on the ground with sadistic pleasure. Blood was smeared all over her cheeks, fresh streams ran from her nose and mouth, and dripped steadily into the sand. Her left eye was swollen almost shut. Her long golden hair lay in disarray around her head, some of it tinted red and stuck to her cheeks and neck. "Man, we messed her up good," Paul said with pride. "She deserved it," Brian said. Janice laid in the sand praying that they had done all that they wanted to do to her. She did not know how badly she was hurt, but she could taste the blood in her mouth. They had had their fun, she thought, maybe they would leave her alone now. Then she felt hands roughly pulling at the straps of her bikini top, then she felt it being pulled off of her. With a sickening dread she realized that they were not finished with her. "No," she mumbled through her swollen, split lips. Brian turned her onto her back and pulled her bikini bottom down her long, muscular legs. The three boys stared at her impressive nakedness for a moment. "Who goes first?" Donny said. "Me," Brian said and he pulled his trunks down. "Then me," Paul said. Donny shrugged. As long as he got his share he did not mind being last. Brian threw himself heavily on Jan's limp, tortured body, his face just inches from hers. His move was intended to add more hurt to her already injured body, but it was the last stimulus needed to free her distressed stomach of its burden.. With a sudden involuntary rush, Jan vomited into his face. Brian yelled in revulsion, sputtering and spitting as he rolled off of the girl. She, in turn, rolled onto her side again and continued throwing up into the sand. Blood mixed with bile and made a sickening puddle in the dry sand before it slowly disappeared. Brian stood up, spitting and wiping his face with his hand. "Stand her up and punch her some more. I'm going into the water to wash off, and when I get back, I'm going to drill her till she bleeds." Paul and Donny looked at the naked girl lying in the sand crying and moaning. They hesitated to hit her any more. She looked almost dead now. But Brian had given his order. Paul grabbed her left arm and Donny took the right. With effort they lifted the naked, limp form of the young female bodybuilder to her feet. Her head hung down and fresh streams of blood from her face mixed with the trickles of red already on her chest and tummy. "Jeez," Ronny said. "we've messed this girl up bad." "Hold her arms while I hit her," Paul said. Donny struggled to hold her up as Paul transferred her limp weight to him. As he took hold of her arms, she stopped crying and stood weakly against him. Paul stepped in front of her, spread his legs apart, and drew back his arm. Suddenly, Donny felt the girl's body stiffen and then her leg shot out in front of her. Her foot connected with Paul's crotch and he bent over double with a strangled gasp, then fell to his knees in the sand. Donny was so surprised that he lost his grip on Jan's arms. She turned on him and hit him in the stomach with all her strength. The surprised boy bent over double with a grunt and staggered back, Jan followed after. Hurting and possessed with a flaming fury, Janice Moore punched the boy in the face, which straightened him and made him stumble back. He threw a wild punch to defend himself but his fist hit her shoulder. Jan hit him in the stomach, which bent him double again, then she threw a wild upper-cut. Donny staggered back as blood ran from his nose and mouth. He covered his face with his hands and Jan hit him in the stomach. He covered his stomach with his hands and her fist slammed into his face. As he staggered back Jan followed him and delivered another punch to his stomach, causing him to drop to his knees with a grunt. Then she drew back and delivered a powerful punch to his face. Donny fell back in the sand stunned and hurt. He hoped that the girl was done with him, and would direct her anger at Paul for a while. Donny had never felt punches any harder than those delivered by this girl. He was hurt and had had enough. If given the chance, he was going to get away from here. Then a thick, dark fog slowly covered him, and he slept. Panting from the exertion, her hands smeared with blood and hurting, Jan turned back to Paul. He was struggling painfully to stand up, muttering obscenities at her. Jan caught her breath as she waited for him. The knuckles of her hands were stinging. When Paul was standing as straight as his injury would let him, Jan faked a kick at him. He dodged, and while he was still off balance, she punched him in the face. Paul staggered and threw a wild punch that caught Jan on the jaw. Her head snapped to the side, she staggered, and pain made tears fill her eyes, but as Paul stepped in and drew his fist back to hit her again, Jan hit him in the stomach. Paul bent forward with a grunt, then Janice delivered a wild upper-cut to his lowered face. The boy stumbled back, blood running from his nose, and Jan followed. Just like she had done with Donny, Janice alternately punched Paul in the stomach and face until he fell into the sand, inert. Brian Bell was shaking with fury and anticipation as he walked out of the cool surf back to where his buddies were punching Janice Moore. It had taken longer than he intended to find a quiet tide pool to wash his face in. From the water he could see the outlines of his friends hitting the girl in the twilight. He could hardly wait to rape her splendidly muscular body. He could barely see the other kids several hundred feet away, and he knew that they could barely see him. But in the near-darkness, he was confident that he would get away with what he planned to do to Janice Moore. When he arrived at the place where he had left them, Paul was laying on his side in the sand, moaning, and Donny appeared to be knocked out cold. The face of both of them was a bloody mess. Brian looked around for the girl. She was gone. He looked at his two friends again and muttered, "What the f..." "Looking for me?" Brian spun around and looked behind him. Janice Moore, stood ten feet away, dressed in her T-shirt and jeans. How did he miss her? Except for a few rocks and some driftwood, the beach was empty. She looked rough. Her long hair was in disarray. Some of it was glued to her cheeks and neck by trickles of blood. Her right cheek was puffy and her left eye was swollen nearly shut. Blood was smeared all over her face, and fresh streams still ran from her nose and split, swollen lips. Her white T-shirt was spattered with bright red spots. But even in the twilight Brian could see a dangerous gleam in her one good eye. An alarm of caution sounded in the back of his mind. This girl had hurt him before. She was tougher than she looked. She must have punched both of his friends to unconsciousness. And this was after they had nearly beaten her unconscious. And instead of running away, she was standing here waiting for him. A very bad sign. But another part of him said, she's just a girl, you can beat her. And besides, he reasoned with himself, you have already beaten her badly, it won't take much more to finish her off. Just standing there, hurt as she was, she still looked so pretty and muscular and tempting. He wanted to rape her so badly! But she must be seriously hurt, it would not take much more to subdue her. Brian Bell leaped at her and hit her in the face. The force of the blow snapped her head to the side and sent her stumbling backward. Confidently, he followed after her, thinking to finish her off and then consummate his lust. But as he stepped up to her, she planted her feet and punched him in the stomach so hard he saw stars as he bent nearly double. Before he could recover, her fist slammed into his face. The force of the punch spun him 90 degrees to the side and he fell to one knee, tasting blood. How can a girl hit so...? Before he could stand up, she hit him in the face again. He fell into the sand, stunned. It took nearly ten seconds for his head to clear, then he scrambled to his feet and took a wild swing at her. It landed a glancing blow to her shoulder. But before he could hit her again, she landed another stinging punch to his throbbing face. He staggered, then kicked at her wildly, but his foot only brushed her thigh as she sidestepped him. As he was recovering his balance, Jan hit him in the face again. He staggered and she hit him again, knocking him down. She stood back panting, her fists held ready, and waited for him to get up. Brian Bell took his time getting up. He was hurt and amazed. A girl had just knocked him down with a powerful punch for the second time. He had never been hit any harder than this girl had hit him. And, instead of running away, she was waiting for him to get up. Not good. It was a sign of inevitable superiority. To him, this was impossible. Girls were weak and easily scared. The least bit of violence turned them into whining, quivering babies. Part of his mind told him again to be wary of his opponent - girl or not, but another part of him was angry and offended. After all, he was nearly a man. What would his friends say about him if he let a girl beat him? He wanted to teach this girl a lesson about fighting. And then he was going to pull her jeans off of her and... Brian stood up slowly, warily. Jan came at him before he was fully set, but he swung at her anyway. His fist landed on her cheek and she staggered. He stepped after her to follow up, when she hit him again in the stomach, and he bent half way over with a retching grunt. Another upper-cut to his face made him stagger back. Then he felt a burst of pain between his legs. He bent double in agony. Her fist slammed into his face and sent him staggering back. He covered his stinging face with his hands and swayed on weak legs trying to gather himself to finish her off, when she landed another powerful kick between his legs. Brian screamed in agony, and fell into the sand. Barely conscious, he heard her say through her split, swollen lips, "What was it you said about paybacks?". Breathing hard, Jan stood there and stared at the bloody faces of the three boys for several seconds. Why won't they just leave me alone? she thought. Then she became aware of the pain. Her head was pounding, her crotch still throbbed, her stomach hurt, her whole face ached, her mouth was stinging, and she could still taste blood. And her hands... Her hands were throbbing and stinging. She looked down at them. In the dim light she could see that there were a dozen small cuts on the knuckles of each of them and they were covered with blood. "Oh," she moaned to herself. Jan took one last look at her three attackers, turned, and started walking to her duffel bag. Why won't they just leave me alone? she thought again. Then she realized that she was exhausted, and hurt, and scared. Suddenly, Janice started to tremble. And she began to cry. Just then, the beams of flashlights began playing over the area. Mary, her boyfriend, and Rick, Matt and Mark ran up to Jan. The lights shined on Jan's bloody face. "Oh, my god," Mary wailed. "Jeez," Matt said. "I saw them beating you and ran for help," Mary said. Without thinking Rick put his arms around Jan's shaking shoulders and she fell against his chest and cried. Mark walked a few feet away and shined his light on the three limp forms in the sand. "You think she looks bad, you should see these guys," he said. The other kids walked over and surveyed the damage she had inflicted while Rick comforted Jan. It took the frightened girl nearly three minutes to settle down. "Are you okay?" Rick asked finally. Jan nodded as she wiped the tears from her cheeks with her fingers. It was a stupid question. No, she was not okay, but then, she was still walking around. There were three boys lying in the sand in worse shape than she. Her face left a big red stain on the chest of his T-shirt. "Aren't these the same guys that attacked you last spring?" Rick asked. "Yea," Jan said. "They were wanting to pay me back for something, but I declined the offer."