When a Girl Beats Up A Guy
By Karen           karenk146@hotmail.com
True story by a female who turns the table on an aggressive male.


Hey all you fellas out there:

I couldn't believe my ears when one of my girlfriends told me that 
her boyfriend checked out this web site almost on a daily basis.  I 
was curious and poured over the site myself.  I read numerous 
stories and noted that the theme of most were males dominated by 
females.  I guess one can assume that virtually all these stories, 
some of which rang true, were written by men.

Well guys, I've got a hot one for you and hope my story helps you 
out (if you know what I mean!).  I happen to be a female and 
actually a few of the stories could have even been written about 
me, but I doubt that any of my male "co-stars" would have had the 
balls to write of their experience.  All told, I can relate four 
such stories to this web, but you will only get this one, unless of 
course you insist that you want more and e-mail me as such.

First let me give you some of my background.  My "name" is Karen.  
I am currently 39 years old.  I am 5'10" tall and weigh 145 pounds.  
My weight has only fluctuated slightly since I was 18 years of age.  
I am not married as I love my freedom.  I have worked as a flight 
attendant for the last 15 years and I obviously meet many men (and 
women as well).  I have had a few lesbian encounters over the years 
but do not do so any longer.  I have been in top physical condition 
all of my life.  I generally run about 10 miles per week and lift 
weights regularly in my condominium townhouse.  My physique is not 
overwhelming by any means.  I possess nicely sized and shaped tits 
that do not sag in the least.  I do not have broad shoulders or 
large biceps.  I last measured my arms about a year ago at about 
twelve inches, with some definition visible if I really flex them.  
In fact, my arms and legs are extremely slender.  What I'm telling 
you is that there is no doubt that I am all woman.  I can lift more 
weight than you think I would be able to if you base your opinion 
solely on the slightness of my figure.  

I used to go out with any man that acted like he was interested in 
me, but I changed my philosophy about ten years ago, when I met a 
big, rather friendly guy at O'Hare in Chicago.  We went out to 
dinner and a movie and had an altogether great time.  I invited him 
up to my hotel room when things began to get out of hand.  He 
apparently decided to end our date by making me pay for his giving 
me a good time earlier in the evening.  He came on like a hungry 
gorilla and didn't stop his rough advances when I asked him to.  He 
got really pissed and proceeded to beat me up.  He was about 6 feet 
tall and weighed about 200 pounds and was much too big for me to 
fight back against.  He then raped me as he ignored my pleas to 
stop hurting me.  I did not press charges because by the time I was 
able to move hours later, I knew that he had left town without a 
trace.  I chalked this incident up to experience and vowed that I 
would never let it happen to me again.

From that night on, I did not go out with any man who was so much 
bigger than I was.  I brushed off every single guy who wanted more 
than simple conversation at a bar that did not meet this 
"criteria".  As it turned out, this was a great idea for me 
because, as I alluded to earlier, four of these "smaller" guys 
tried to take advantage of me like that big slob did, but got the 
shit kicked out of them instead.  I began to lift weights in 
earnest and I turned rock hard without gaining muscle mass.  I also 
joined a few self defense groups and learned how to box and 
wrestle.  Now I am easily as strong as any man my size and I know 
how to fight.

Now on to my first story.

It was about seven years ago.  I was visiting a girlfriend in Miami 
for a summer weekend and decided to stay in town for a few more 
days to relax by myself.  I stayed at a nice quiet hotel by the 
beach.  One evening after eating dinner, I decided to cruise a 
couple of bars to check out the action.  I dressed up nicely as I 
usually did.  I remember wearing a nice short black sleeveless, low 
cut dress with black high heeled sandals.  I wore a nick beaded 
necklace and pretty gold earrings.  My long brown hair touched my 
shoulders.  I sat down at the bar and ordered myself a drink when 
no less than two minutes went by as a guy sat himself down next to 
me.  His name was Tom.  He was about 25 to 30 years old, was about 
5'8 inches tall and weighed possibly 150 pounds.    He was wearing 
an unusual dark blue muscle shirt with a collar, white slacks and 
tennis shoes.  He looked very sexy to me and I was definitely 
attracted to him.  I noticed that his bare arms were rather 
underdeveloped.  Physically, he adhered to my idea of suitable 
company for the evening.  He was very friendly and we had a very 
nice conversation which lasted for several hours.  He generously 
bought me several more drinks throughout evening.  

It was now about 2:00 a.m. and I asked him if he would like to join 
me in my hotel room and he agreed to in an instance.  When we got 
up to leave, I think I shocked him when I stood up and was towering 
over him as I stood well over 6 feet with my heels on.  He looked 
up at me and made the comment "man, you are a lot of woman aren't 
you".  I responded with my own smart remark "more than you can 
handle Tommy".  He did not seemed turned off by my height and we 
continued on our way out of the bar.  We walked along the 
boardwalk.  It was deserted at this late hour.  

Tom and I were holding hands as we walked.  I saw a bench leading 
down to the beach and I asked Tom if he would like to "sit down" so 
that we could get to know each other better.  He smiled and said "I 
was about to ask you the same thing".

We sat down and I immediately started to kiss him.  He turned out 
to be a good kisser as we started to tongue kiss and I was getting 
real hot.  He was massaging my tits through my dress and I was 
doing the same to his crotch.  Then the whole deal fell apart.  Tom 
decided that he was going to take charge with some rough sex.  He 
grabbed me around my waist, pulled me up from the bench and threw 
me down on the sand.   

I yelled up at him "hey Tom, what the hell do you think you're 
doing".  As he began to undress by taking his shoes off, he 
answered me "Karen, I'm going to show you how a man should show a 
woman a good time.  Now take your dress off before I rip it off of 
you".  Tom said this without a smile.  I answered him, "Tom, I 
don't think I like the way you are acting and I think I'm going to 
go home now.  Forget about coming with me to my hotel.  You just 
blew a good time for yourself.."

Tom answered with anger, "look, don't make me hurt you.  You're not 
going anywhere until I say you are."  Now I stood up quickly and 
walked right up to him and, looking down into his eyes, I told him 
in no uncertain terms "now you listen to me little man, if you 
think that I am yours to do with as you please, guess again.  I'm 
now going home, don't even think about placing a finger on me."

I started to turn and walk away when Tom grabbed me around my neck 
and pulled me down to the ground.  He was on top of me and was 
trying to pin my arms down.  I was struggling against his efforts 
and, I saw his eyes open wide as he did not realize how strong I 
was.  I said to him "you made a big mistake and I'm going to kick 
your fucking ass."  I did not quite have enough strength to push 
him off of me with my arms, but I was able to lock my legs around 
his waist and I began to squeeze him.  He was making some grunting 
noises and I know I was getting to him.  I violently twisted his 
torso with my legs as hard as I could and succeeded in reversing 
our positions.  I was now on to of him and I was trying to pin him.  
Again, I did not quite have the arm strength to do so, and I kneed 
him in the groin with all my might.  Now he was moaning badly.  He 
released his grip on my hands and grabbed his nuts with his right 
hand.

I started to pound his face with my left fist.  Obviously my kick 
to his nuts had left him weakened and I was having my way with him 
as he was not fighting me back.  I continued to hit him in the face 
and I opened a cut under his right eye.  I used my elbow on his 
face, and he now began to frantically try and free his other arm 
from my grip, but I had it pinned firmly to the ground.  
Apparently, my stronger right arm was too much for his weaker left 
arm.  I lifted my leg up and kneed him in his exposed stomach, 
knocking all the air out of him.  I know he had nothing left and I 
released his left arm.  I now proceeded to beat his face with both 
my fists.  I drew blood above his other eye and his lip was now cut 
open.  Blood was all over his face.  He didn't say a word the whole 
time.  

After administering the worst beating that he ever had in his life, 
I decided to get up and gaze down at this previously self-
proclaimed "macho man".  I looked down at him and sarcastically 
told him "what's the matter big man, why did you let a weak girl 
like me hit you the way I did?  Couldn't you stop me?  Aw, come on, 
don't you want another chance.  Get up and try me one more time."  
Tom didn't attempt to get up.  I walked towards him and he quickly 
covered his face with his arms.  He said simply "no more, please."  
I answered "Tom, I want to leave you with one more reminder from 
our wonderful night together."  He rolled up in a ball and fell to 
his side for maximum protection.  I then kicked him with the tip of 
my high heeled sandal in his side twice and he started to cry.  I 
then turned and walked away as I told Tom "good night, see you 
tomorrow".  

As I was walking to my hotel room, I felt amazingly good.  The 
experience of beating up such a creep was absolutely exhilarating.  
I even felt that I was sorry to leave him without giving him more 
of the same.  This feeling of power was definitely intoxicating.

When I got back to my room, I looked in the mirror and noticed that 
I did not have a scratch on me at all.  All of the blood on my 
hands and dress were Tom's.  This was a far cry from the time that 
jerk brutalized me in Chicago.  At least, Tom's beating started as 
an act of self defense.  I could have stopped without hurting him 
further, but I enjoyed beating him up.  I was really wondering if 
men actually have this same thought pattern when they are beating 
up weaker women.  In any event, I knew that I would not be a victim 
ever again.

What do you say guys, want to hear about my other three encounters?