The Beating
By Steve   BSM16@hotmail.com
Boyfriend and girlfriend are brutally beaten by a jealous female


About 5 years ago, my girlfriend and I experienced a very brutal attack 
at the hands of a woman for which she and I are still recovering from 
psychologically.  We have both been in therapy since the attack.  Our 
therapist found out about this web site about a year ago, and urged me 
to write about the event, indicating the details of the brutal beating 
both my girlfriend and I suffered and my innermost feelings at the same 
time, as that may help me to cope with the psychological damage which I 
still experience.  He insisted that I need to express myself "publicly" 
even if I use fictitious names and locations.  I still feel very 
reluctant to do so, but I told him I would eventually.  Nobody, other 
that my girlfriend, therapist, the police and the woman herself knows 
the extent of how brutally we were beaten.  

Here's what happened. 

Diane and I Meet 

I was working in the branch office of a cable TV company in New Jersey 
as a marketing analyst.  I was 27 years old, 5'9" and weighed 160 lbs.  
I was in excellent condition, worked out at a local gym 2 to 3 times per 
week and jogged regularly.  I had lots of girlfriends since high school 
and many of them told me that I was good looking and had a strong, well 
developed physique.  I had good muscular development in both my upper 
and lower body.  I did not have anything close to body builder 
proportions by any means, but I was surely over average in strength for 
my size.  

At the time, I was in between girlfriends, when a new analyst began 
working in my department.  She was assigned to me for orientation for 
her first two weeks on the job.  Her name was Diane and she was 
extremely attractive.  She had recently moved to the area a few months 
ago and this became her second job since arriving.  She was 5'5" and 
weighed about 135 lbs.  At work she always wore a nice dress suit or 
pants suit with high heels.  Her leg development was very good.  She had 
nicely developed calf and quadriceps muscles.  I never saw her top 
beyond some nice cleavage when her suit jacket was open and she wore a 
low cut blouse, but I could see that, based on the width of her 
shoulders, she was extremely fit.  We went out to lunch each day during 
her first week and we began to talk increasingly about our personal 
lives.  I have never been one to rush into things and I have always 
treated all the girls I went out with, with respect and full courtesy.  
I always opened car doors and moved their chair out for them, etc.  I 
think Diane appreciated this as she complimented me on my manners more 
than once during that first week.  On Friday of that week, I asked her 
if she would like to go out to dinner and a movie, and she graciously 
accepted. 

It was very warm on this particular evening when I arrived at her 
apartment.  When Diane opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised to 
see her dressed for our evening out.  She wore a sleeveless black top, 
maroon skirt which was cut about two inches above her knees and her 
usual black 4" pumps.  Her wavy blond hair fell to her shoulders.  She 
was able to look directly into my eyes as she let me in.  She had a very 
well developed upper body to match her nice legs.  Her arms were 
somewhat developed as there was some slight definition visible as her 
arms swung.   Her arms were larger that the average girl's.  If I had to 
guess on her measurements, I would say her biceps were at least 13".  
Considering, mine were nearly 14", this was most unusual to me and very 
exciting.  She grabbed her bag and we were off.  

We had dinner and saw the movie and drove around until we came to a 
coffee shop for an after-movie snack.  We talked some more for a long 
while and were having the greatest time enjoying each others' company.  
Suddenly, she stopped smiling and turned away from the direction she was 
facing.  I instinctively turned to that direction and noticed a women 
walking out of the coffee shop.  I could not get a good look at her and 
asked Diane immediately what was wrong.  She didn't want to talk about 
it at all and asked me to take her home.  We left the shop and arrived 
at her house after a very long silent ride.  I didn't know what to make 
of what happened and didn't know how to proceed.  In any event, I was 
pleasantly surprised to hear Diane apologize and invited me in to her 
apartment.  

Janet Enters Diane's Life 

I sat next to her on the couch and she moved close to me and began to 
tell me what caused her to act so strangely.  She felt that she 
needlessly reacted to seeing the woman as she doubted that the woman saw 
her.  She began to explain that about a year ago when Diane lived about 
20 miles from her present address, she and about four of her girlfriends 
went out dancing to a local club.  They were having a great time, when 
this woman approached Diane as she was alone at the bar while her 
friends went to freshen up.  The woman's name was Janet and she was the 
same age as Diane, 25 at the time.  She was about the same height as 
Janet as she wore high heels to match Diane's.  She probably weighed 
about 40 lbs more than Diane as she was big boned yet very attractive, 
with long black hair.  She was dressed in sleeveless blue dress that 
ended at the knees.  Diane noted that her shoulder and arm development 
exceed hers significantly without giving specifics.  Janet started to 
hit on her and Diane kept insisting that she wasn't that way, but Janet 
was persistent.  Janet continued her quest for Diane as finally, a man 
about 30 years old at the bar could not help but see that Diane was in 
distress.  He came between them and asked that Janet leave Diane alone.  
Janet became furious as she turned red.  She started to curse him and 
threaten him and turned to Diane and told her as she started to leave 
that she'll be seeing her again.  Diane watched as Janet left the club.  
Diane thanked the man who intervened and offered him her phone number.  
He promised to call her by early next week.  Diane continued to enjoy 
the evening with her friends as they laughed the incident off. 

As next week came and went, the kind stranger never called Diane.  She 
thought this to be strange as he seemed very interested in Diane and she 
was sure he would call.  By the following weekend, one of her friends 
called Diane and told her that she heard that the same man who stepped 
in to help her was found badly beaten later the same evening in front of 
his home.  Diane thought immediately that it may have been that Janet 
got someone to help her exact revenge for his intervening at the club 
last week. 

That weekend while Diane was shopping, she was tapped on the shoulder 
when she turned she was shocked to see it was Janet.  Janet apologized 
for acting so crudely at the club and asked Diane if she could buy her 
lunch.  Diane begged off and Janet accepted the fact that Diane was 
surely not interested in pursuing a "friendship" with her and Janet left 
without incident.  Diane felt relieved that this person was now out of 
her life.  This feeling was short-lived, however, as Diane again went to 
the same club with her girlfriends.  During the evening, Diane struck up 
a conversation with a guy named Fred.  Fred was well built, about 26 
years old, 6' and 185 lbs.  They were talking in the corner when Janet 
walked over and introduced herself to Fred as an old friend of Diane.  
Janet, again was dressed quite elegantly, in a black sleeveless dress 
and spiked heels.  Fred, not knowing anything about Janet, stood up and 
shook her hand and asked her to join them.  Janet kindly refused and 
told Diane she would catch up to her later.  Fred noted that she had a 
very firm handshake for a female.  Diane was shaking and didn't know 
what to say to Fred but after a few moments she got her composure back 
and continued to have a lively conversation.  As the night rolled on, 
Diane decided to leave with Fred and go to another club by themselves.  
She bid her friends good night as she and Fred walked several blocks to 
Fred's car.  Janet suddenly appeared from the other side of the now 
deserted street and approached them.  Diane asked Fred to turn back to 
the club as she was now scared.  Fred, instead walked towards Janet.  
Janet, without warning punched Fred in his jaw and he fell to the ground 
holding his face.  Janet began to stomp on Fred with her heels.  Diane 
ran towards Janet to try and help Fred, but Janet reached out and 
grabbed Diane.  She viciously threw Diane to the ground and told her to 
stay out of this.  Diane was shaken up from the fall.  Just then, Fred 
lunged at Janet and tackled her to the ground.  They were now wrestling 
fiercely.  Janet got the upper hand as she got Fred in a headlock and 
began to squeeze him until his arms fell limp after about a one-minute 
struggle.  She rolled him on his back and started to pound his face as 
he laid motionless.  Diane, now recovered, jumped on Janet's back and 
began to yell for help.  Janet elbowed her in the stomach and Diane fell 
to the ground, her wind knocked out of her.  Diane now realized that 
Janet was too strong for her to make another rescue attempt and as Janet 
finished pounding Fred's immobile body, she, thankfully, did no further 
damage to Diane and just left without saying a word. 

When Diane was able to stand, Fred was still out and she ran to a phone 
to call for an ambulance.  The police arrived at the hospital as Fred, 
feeling better, and Diane gave their statements as to what happened.  
She also mentioned the prior attack as she now realized that Janet was 
the likely perpetrator of that incident as well.  Diane could offer 
nothing more than a physical description of the mysterious Janet. That 
was the last she heard of Janet until this evening on her night out with 
me.  When she moved here, Diane thought that the past was behind her.  
Now she was concerned that Janet would again stalk her and make a move 
towards me.  She was very concerned that Janet would hurt me as she did 
to Fred.  She noted that Fred appeared to be big and strong enough to 
fight back, but Janet beat him up without much of a struggle. 

I tried to assure her that first of all, Janet probably did not see her 
at the coffee shop as, in the prior instances, she was not shy at all as 
to approaching Diane with her companion right there, and second, I had 
no fear of being beaten up by a woman as I am in excellent shape and 
could overpower Janet if attacked.  I based this on Diane's description 
of Janet as to weight and height.  I felt that unless Janet was over 6 
feet and 200 lbs that I had nothing to fear based on my experience in 
the gym.  I've seen many females work out there for strength and/or body 
building and only the biggest of them could exceed my strength levels 
and not by much at that.  I have bench pressed a maximum of 180 lbs and 
curled 50 lbs in each arm at my weight of 160 lbs.  I believed those 
numbers to be formidable if Janet and I ever squared off.  Diane 
indicated that Janet threw her off of her during the fight with Fred as 
if she was a bag of rags and felt that she, herself was above average in 
strength for a girl and that she was totally defenseless against Janet.  
I insisted that even though she was strong for a girl, that I was 
probably a lot stronger than her and could handle Janet if I had to.  
Diane said she felt more reassured and much better in that I was so 
confident in my ability.  As a matter of fact, I believe I turned Diane 
on as she asked me to remove my shirt.  I gladly complied and Diane 
began to feel my well conditioned body.  As Diane was also well built, 
she asked me to arm wrestle her and again I agreed.  We squared off on 
opposite ends of the coffee table and locked hands.  She said go and we 
started to exert pressure.  I was absolutely amazed at Diane's arm 
strength.  Our arms were completely still at the starting point.  Both 
of our biceps were bulging and Diane's was almost as big as mine was.  
After about 30 seconds, my arm began to gain an advantage, but I still 
could not end the match.  Finally, after a minute, I was able to force 
her arm down to the table.  We then switched to test our left arms.  Her 
bicep was more equal in size to mine as this was my weak arm.  I was 
able to win this match too but it took a longer time to overcome Diane 
as in our previous match.  No girl ever gave me this much trouble in arm 
wrestling and this turned me on tremendously and led to some great love 
making for the remainder of that night.  In the back of my mind, 
however, I began to feel a little less confident in my ability to 
protect myself in that I was barely able to beat Diane in arm wrestling, 
yet she insisted that Janet had easily overcome Fred and threw Diane 
aside with apparent ease.  At this time, I still had this male 
chauvinistic attitude about women being inferior to men when it came to 
physical strength and put the thought of Janet's being a very real 
threat out of my mind. 

Janet Confronts Us 

After Diane's orientation was completed and she began to work 
independently from me, we still went out 3 to 4 times per week and we 
were getting closer in our relationship.  We enjoyed each other's 
company immensely and I hoped it would never end.  One fateful day in 
August, however, everything changed drastically for both of us. 

Diane and I went to a very popular park for a picnic.  We started out 
early and arrived at my favorite spot there which was isolated from the 
rest of the park at its highest point.  There is a flat area there so 
that we could play frisbee and have a catch with a football which I 
brought with me.  She was a very good athlete as she was able to grip 
the football and throw it back to me on a fly consistently at 20 to 30 
yards.  Diane was a dream-come true.  Diane was dressed in a pink tank 
top with matching shorts that exposed her nice cheeks.  I was dressed in 
a tight blue muscle shirt and short shorts as well.  We were enjoying 
each other, making out for a large part of the day when out of nowhere, 
Janet was standing in front of us.  She was dressed in a tight black 
sleeveless top, black shorts and high heels.  I stood up and asked her 
what she wanted.  She said nothing.  Diane yelled for Janet to leave us 
alone but Janet ignored her and was staring straight at me.  I walked 
toward her and was inches from her face.  Due to her heels, her eyes 
were exactly level with mine and I'll admit she looked intimidating.  As 
Diane described, she was a big girl.  Her upper arms were huge, much 
larger than mine as were her forearms shoulders and legs.  She was 
extremely muscular without much definition, but it was easy to see that 
she was very powerful.  She probably weighted a solid 175 lbs.  She had 
predominant breasts and slim waistline.  If this weren't such a serious 
situation, I would consider Janet to be extremely attractive.  My 
confidence in being able to defend myself began to dwindle as I couldn't 
help peering at her massive arms.  She said nothing as we continued to 
stare each other down.  Diane started to cry and I reassured her to 
relax.  (This was false bravado on my part as I knew that Janet and I 
would soon tangle and I had extreme doubts that I could take her).  Just 
then, Janet jumped me and took me to the ground with apparent ease.  I 
couldn't stop her.  She landed on top of me and pinned me.  I now knew 
that she definitely was much stronger than me as I could not budge her.  
I got my legs around her waist and was able to get her off me and I 
tried to jump her but she elbowed me in the ribs and threw me down 
again.  I screamed to Diane that I needed help and to run away as fast 
as she could, but she was frozen in place.  Janet got on top of me again 
and locked my arms and started to punch me in the face.  I felt myself 
begin to lose my faculties and knew, that if I didn't do something soon, 
that she could kill me if she wanted to.  I kicked frantically with my 
knee and caught her somewhere and she released her grip.  I rubbed my 
face and saw that she had bloodied me and I got to my feet as fast as I 
could.  Janet was up also and we put our fists up.  She started to come 
at me as I ducked down and punched her as hard as I could in her 
stomach.  She grunted but kept coming.  I lacked the strength to hurt 
her.  I was torn between wanting to run away from this monster and 
staying with Diane who still was so frightened that she couldn't move.  
I had to play this horror out and, as I tried to back pedal away but, 
she hit me with her left fist and I was on the ground again.  Her 
punches felt like I was being hit by a hammer.  I rolled over and tried 
to get up as fast as I could, but she hit me as I was about to stand and 
I was knocked down again.  The next thing I saw was her knees come down 
on my chest and her fists coming from both sides on my face.  I 
desperately punched up at her face but she continued to hit me as my 
punches had no effect on her.  I was completely helpless against her.  I 
had lost this fight.  She must have beaten me senseless as I never knew 
what happened after that, but when I awoke I felt my face was as swollen 
as it could possible be and I had excruciating pain in my stomach and 
ribs.  Janet had beaten me up so badly that I couldn't move.  I turned 
to where I thought Diane was and I saw her laying motionless on the 
ground.  I crawled over to her and saw that Janet had beaten Diane also.  
I had let my girl down and I started to cry.  Diane still wasn't moving 
and I feared that she was terribly injured.  Nobody was around and I 
could not stand up yet.  I didn't even know what time it was and how 
long we had been in this condition.  


After some time, I gathered the strength to find a public phone and 
called 911.  An ambulance and the police came.  Diane was hurt very 
badly.  It appears that Janet slammed Diane over her knee and she 
suffered damage to her back.  She was taken directly into the operating 
room when we arrived at the hospital.  Ultimately, she suffered some 
paralysis and walked with a limp for a year after the attack along with 
a broken cheek bone.  I suffered a fractured jaw, a broken nose, lost a 
tooth, several broken ribs and a broken hand.  I was totally humiliated 
and beaten up by a female with enormous strength.  It took my body 
months to heal.  I feel that I am solely responsible for Diane being 
hurt so badly and was totally helpless to prevent it from happening.  My 
therapist insists that this was not my fault.  There was nothing I did 
to provoke this madwoman from attacking us, nor was there anything I 
could have done to fight back as she was too strong for me and that is 
nothing to be ashamed of.  The police never caught up with Janet as she 
must have left the area right after our beatings.  Thankfully, we never 
saw or heard of Janet after that awful day.  I still do not like to be 
alone in public as I still fear that she may attack me again to this 
very day. 

When I was finally able to see Diane in her hospital room, she told me 
what happened after Janet had knocked me out.  As Janet was punching my 
face, Diane came up behind her and kicked Janet in her head.  Janet was 
dazed and Diane started to punch her in the face with both fists.  Janet 
then reached out, blindly trying to block Diane's flailing fists and 
finally was able to grab Diane and threw her to the ground.  Janet them 
overpowered Diane and started to pummel her in the face as she did to 
me.  After Diane offered no more resistance, Janet lifted Diane up and 
slammed her down onto her knee in a vicious attempt to injure her.  She 
then left us both thoroughly beaten up on the ground and left, again 
without saying a word.  Diane had no idea why Janet selected her and her 
male companions to be the targets of her aggression.  Diane insists that 
it wasn't my fault that this happened to us.  She said that she believed 
that in 99 out of 100 instances that I would be more than capable of 
protecting her, but Janet just happened to be the one exception where I 
was a too weak and defenseless to resist the onslaught.  I want to 
believe that this is really how she felt, but I have never gotten over 
my total feeling of inadequacy in defending my girl against Janet.  I am 
no longer the chauvinist that I had been.  I would never presume that a 
female was weaker than a male ever again.  The only good thing that 
happened from this horrible event is that both Diane and I recovered 
from our wounds and remained together.  We married about three years 
after that day and we are both still trying to come out of the nightmare 
together.  

I had thoughts about finding Janet and getting revenge, but I realized 
the truth of the matter.  If we ever met again, I would end up in the 
same condition or worse.  I hope that some day Janet picks on the wrong 
guy who is strong enough to give her the beating of her life which she 
so deserves.  Unfortunately, there aren't too many people I've ever met 
that could do it.