When a Girl Beats Up A Guy  -  #4
By Karen           karenk146@hotmail.com
True story by a female who turns the table on an aggressive male


Hi once again guys.  This is the story of my fourth and (hopefully) final 
encounter against a man who thought that he earned his right to forcibly degrade 
and humiliate me for his own sick pleasure simply because he was born a man.

Preface

The following four paragraphs are a repeat of my background for the benefit of 
those readers who are reading this account without the benefit of reading my 
first three stories.  For those that wish to read these installments, you can find 
them, under the same title as above "When a Girl Beats Up A Guy", which were 
posted on this website on December 3, December 10 and December 17, 1999, 
respectively.

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.  As several of 
you requested, I updated my arm measurements two weeks ago and my biceps 
are still barely twelve inches, with some definition fully flexed.  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.

(Note:  Most of you who have e-mailed me have asked me how I dress and if I 
possess nice legs.  In answer to those questions, I have been told that I have very 
shapely and firm looking legs.  On most days I wear skirts three to six inches 
above the knee and wear high heels 80 to 90% of the time, even when I'm 
casual).

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 (weight-wise) 
and I know how to fight.

Story #4:

Prologue

Before relating this story, I would like to preface what you are about to read with 
a few facts and my afterthoughts concerning this event in my life.  My previous 
four encounters (including the one in Chicago when that beast raped me) 
involved the situation commonly called "date rape".  I consensually got together 
with each of these four men before discovering their true intentions.  This is not 
to say that it was my fault in any way, because I did not do anything to provoke 
them to hurt me.  This fifth man, however, had nothing to do with me.  I was 
attacked and molested by him strictly for his sexual and sadistic pleasure.  In 
addition, this was by far my toughest situation to get out of (other than the rape 
of course), because this man, although he was shorter than me, he outweighed 
me by 15 to 20 pounds and was much too strong for me to put up a fight against 
as I did with the prior three assailants.  This man was much more powerful than 
the others.  

It was now May 1996.  I was 36 years old.  It was approximately two years after 
my last violent encounter against a man and one month before I was to meet my 
present boyfriend, who I have gone out with ever since.  When my boyfriend 
and I first met we had a mutual agreement that each of us could see other people, 
but that condition has diminished to the point that we are pretty much going 
"steady" now.  

With all that said, please read on.

My assigned flight schedule changed for this particular week whereby I was 
based in Westchester County Airport just north of White Plains, New York.  I 
took that opportunity to get together with two of my old college friends, Becky 
and Linda who now lived in the area.  I called and arranged to meet them for a 
night out on the town and, if possible for several other evenings to shop and 
whatnot.  They were certainly glad to hear from me and said they would arrange 
to get tickets for the three of us to attend a concert at the Performing Arts Center 
in Purchase, New York.  I reserved a room at the Ramada Inn several miles 
north of the airport.

My plane landed late Monday afternoon as scheduled.  I rented a car and 
checked into my motel room to get ready for our big night out.  I called Becky 
and Linda to let them know that I had arrived.

This was going to be a quite unusual evening for me.  It was "ladies" night only.  
No men in my plans for a change.  Typically, when I landed in a town for an 
overnight stay, I would go to a nightspot to "cruise" for some companionship, 
mostly good clean conversation, but possibly more in the way of romance.  I had 
been doing this for some time but I was yearning more and more for a more 
stable type of lifestyle, primarily from a long-term relationship with just the right 
man.  Up until this time, I have been unsuccessful in finding my "Mr. Right".  In 
any event, I looked very forward to seeing my two longtime friends.

Since we had not seen each other in about fourteen years, I wanted to look my 
very best.  I dressed nicely, as I believe I usually did anyway, but took extra care 
in my clothing selection.  I decided on a nice navy blue sleeveless dress ending 
three inches above my knees.  The dress plunged in front a couple of inches 
above my breasts and about one-third down my back as well.  I wore a pair of 
black, four-inch high-heeled shoes with an ankle strap for the occasion.  My gold 
jewelry went well with my dress including looped earrings, necklace, bracelet 
and wristwatch.  A thin gold belt completed my outfit.  My hair fell nicely to my 
shoulders due to the low humidity and 80 degree temperature.  A touch of 
perfume finished the job nicely and off I went to meet my friends.  

I arrived at the parking lot behind the Performing Arts Center and my two old 
friends were waiting by their car.  They looked absolutely fabulous as the years 
did very little to change their appearances.  We were all the same age.  Both 
women have been married for several years and they each had two children.  
Becky had long blond hair and blue eyes.  She stood 5'7" tall and weighed about 
130 pounds.  Linda had short dark brown hair and brown eyes.  She was shorter 
than Becky at 5'5" and around 120 pounds.  Their attire accentuated their very 
nice figures.  They were dressed beautifully for the occasion as well.  Becky 
wore a cap-sleeved light blue dress, also with a plunging neckline.  Her hemline 
was about 3 inches above her knees and she wore white high-heeled sandals.  
Linda wore a red sleeveless top and short black skirt, four inches above her 
knees with black high-heeled pumps.  Each of them also sported nice silver 
jewelry to complete their beautiful images.  They each complimented me on my 
nicely toned physique.  We hugged and kissed each other for several moments 
and spoke quickly about old times as we headed into the auditorium to enjoy the 
concert.

Both Becky and Linda were very special friends to me.  During the latter portion 
of my freshman year, I went through what I referred to as the experimental stage 
of my life when I went out (i.e. made love with) three different women.  Two of 
them were a couple and allowed me to make it a trio.  That lasted about a month 
or so.  I then met another woman, who I went out with for about two months 
before we amicably broke it off.  I had decided that I preferred to be with a man 
sexually and never entered into another sexual relationship with a woman since.   
During this time, I seemed to lose all of my (straight) friends, as I became an 
outcast.  All except Becky and Linda, who never wavered in our friendship.  
They stuck by me despite all the slurs and whatever else went on behind my 
back.  I was forever grateful to them and I remain so.  

We entered the auditorium rather early and took our seats.  We discussed as 
much as we could pertaining to our personal lives until the concert began at 
approximately 8:00 p.m.  After the performance ended almost two hours later, 
we gathered ourselves and headed to a popular sports bar and restaurant in White 
Plains for a late night dinner and some relaxation.  We drove separately as I 
followed my friends' car straight to the large, but very crowded parking lot.  We 
found parking spots about 50 yards away from each other.

We walked in and found that the place was packed.  The waiting time to dine 
was approximately 45 minutes.  To pass the time we went into the bar and found 
an unoccupied table with high stools.  We ordered some club sodas and 
continued our ongoing chat.

We were all having a wonderful time when a man approached the three of us at 
our table.  He was about 45 years old about 5'9" tall and weighed approximately 
160 to 165 pounds of solid muscle.  He was dressed in a tee shirt, jeans and work 
boots.  He had large, rough hands indicating he did manual labor.  He came up 
right beside me and without an introduction said, "Hey would you gals care to 
join me and my two buddies over there", as he simultaneously pointed at two 
men sitting at the end of the bar.  "We'll buy you some drinks and show you a 
good time".  Both Becky and Linda were taken aback by the man's forwardness.  
It was many years since they were hit on in a bar, and especially by someone 
with such poor manners as this man displayed.  

I took it upon myself to be our spokeswoman.  I answered politely "No thank 
you we're fine here, but we appreciate your offer."  The man did not take kindly 
to my rejection and persisted.  "Come on ladies, you'll have a great time.  Hey, 
if you don't want liquor, no problem, we'll buy you sodas or milk if you like".  I 
reiterated, "Sir, please leave us alone.  We do not wish to join you.  We're 
waiting to have a nice quiet dinner and we're quite content to stay here alone, if 
that's okay with you?"  The man would not take no for an answer and carried on, 
"Hey what are you a bunch of "lezzies" or what?  You come over to us and we'll 
show what real men can do for you."  I now answered him sternly, "Now look 
mister, you are extremely rude.  We do not want any trouble, so leave us alone 
or I'll call the manager over.  Please go back to your buddies at the bar and play 
by yourselves like good boys do."  The man then turned away while responding 
to my cutting remark, "I know exactly what you need, bitch", as he headed back 
towards his friends at the bar.

Both Becky and Linda were stunned at how I spoke to that man.  Linda said, 
"Karen, why did you say those nasty things to him?  Weren't you afraid that he 
would strike you?"  I answered, "Yes, I was very much afraid of him.  It looks 
like he may have hoisted a few too many and was possibly out of control.  At the 
same time, he would not go away until I spoke more sternly, did he?"  Linda 
said, "I guess not".  In any event, we were back to our private conversation and 
the thought of that interloper had passed as our dinner table was ready and we 
proceeded into the restaurant area.  I did not tell Linda and Becky that I observed 
the man speaking heatedly with his two friends while he glanced in my direction 
a few times.  His friends seemed to have been attempting to calm him down as 
he ranted to them about something.  We sat down for a nice quiet dinner and 
more conversation without any further incident.

It was now after 1:00 a.m. and the crowd had dwindled although it was still 
somewhat crowded.  We all decided to call it a night and we walked to the 
parking lot together.  I walked with Linda and Becky to their car.  We agreed to 
meet in two nights to shop at the mall in White Plains.  We kissed and hugged 
each other goodnight and I watched them drive away.  I was walking towards 
my car when I was suddenly grabbed around my neck from behind by a 
powerful arm.  A man's voice stated "don't scream or I'll stab you."  I complied, 
as I didn't know what to do just yet.  The man was dragging me backwards to 
the rear of the parking lot where there were woods and minimal illumination.  I 
said nothing although I wanted to scream for help.  I did not know if the man 
had a weapon or not, so I did what I was taught in my self-defense classes, I 
complied with my attacker as in the rule:  "Comply, stay calm, look for an 
opening, escape".

After the man forced me to his intended destination, he pulled me downward 
with great force and I fell to the ground on my back.  I looked up and I saw that 
it was the lout in the bar.  He looked down at me and was smiling, no he was 
smirking at me.  "Now I'm going to show you that good time that I promised, 
bitch. Let me tell you, you're some big, hot lookin' cunt."  I saw that he had no 
weapon and I began to scramble up to run away.  He jumped on top of me and 
we started wrestling.  He was able to grab both my arms and pinned me to the 
ground.  Simultaneously, his legs were on top of my left thigh and I could not 
maneuver myself to fight him off with my very formidable legs.  He was far too 
strong for me as I struggled to push him off of me.  I pushed his arms up a few 
inches, but all I accomplished was to make him remark scornfully, "What's the 
matter bitch?  You're not so big and tough now, are you?  Where's that big 
mouth of yours, huh?".  I could not budge him any further and he easily pinned 
my arms to the ground again, as I was underneath him completely helpless for 
the moment.  I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I was afraid that a repeat of 
that night in Chicago was going to happen to me.  I forced myself not to panic 
and to stay focused on formulating an escape plan.

He started to lick my face with his tongue as I tried to turn away from him.  He 
had a strong smell of liquor on his breath.  I felt like puking.  I started to scream 
for help, but he threatened to "beat the fuckin' shit out of me" if I said another 
word.  I stopped screaming as he ordered.  I begged him only once  to please let 
me go and not to hurt me.  But he told me it was too late for that.  So I knew that 
any further pleading with him would be futile and may make him even angrier 
with me.  After he was through licking my face, he then started to "kiss" me 
with his tongue entering my mouth.  I was thinking of biting his tongue off, but I 
was still in no position to defend myself and did not act.

Finally, he was heading towards the ultimate act of raping me as he tore my 
dress open.  He then ripped my bra off and started to fondle my breasts and, 
alternately lick them with his tongue and suck on them.  I felt so humiliated and 
inadequate at this moment.  Just then, as he reached down to rip my panties off, I 
saw my opening.  He had made a mistake as he released my arm when he 
reached downward below my dress.  He did not beat me into submission and I 
had retained my full energy level throughout his assault so far.  

With my free left hand, I poked my middle finger rapidly and violently, deeply 
into his right eye.  I must have penetrated his eye socket with my manicured 
long fingernail so deeply that it caused some severe damage.  He screamed out 
in excruciating pain, as he stopped his attack of me and pried my finger from his 
eye socket.  Blood was pouring out from under his right hand that he used to 
cover his damaged eye.  While he was in agony, I pushed up at his chest as hard 
as I could to get him off of me.  I almost succeeded as he swiped my arms off of 
him and he punched down at me with his left hand.  He struck me in the face 
with only a glancing blow.  Fortunately, I put my arm up just in time to absorb 
most of the force of the blow before his fist struck the side of my mouth.  I still 
could not quite get out from under him.

Both my arms were now free and, although I had no leverage, I frantically 
punched upward with my left fist as hard as I could and hit his hand that was still 
covering his damaged eye.  He again cried out in pain as his assault stalled.  This 
time I was able to get out from underneath him as I used my arms and one free 
leg to push him onto his side.  I rolled a few feet away quickly in the opposite 
direction.  He got up hastily and was now in a crouched position obviously 
getting ready to attack me. He kept repeating "I'm going to kill you, you fuckin' 
cunt!"  I could tell that he was definitely blinded in his damaged eye that was 
now completely shut and appeared to be terribly injured.  He was quickly 
coming towards me to exact his revenge for hurting him.  I was on my back with 
my legs coiled inward awaiting his attack.  He made another very bad mistake as 
he underestimated my resourcefulness and ability to manage a counterattack 
despite my being so much weaker than him.  He must have thought that I was 
simply cowering from him when he did not cover up as he came down towards 
me.  With very fortunate timing and aim, I struck him just above his other eye as 
I kicked upwards with my spiked heel making solid contact.  He fell 
immediately to the ground writhing in pain and apparently bleeding from this 
new wound that resulted from my kick to his face.  Thankfully, the thug was 
now incapacitated and no longer a threat to me. 

I got to my feet quickly.  Incredibly, I was now in control of the situation.  I 
looked down at him and decided that I was going to make this brute pay dearly 
for this disgusting assault and humiliation that he had just put me through.  After 
a few seconds, he stopped gyrating on the ground and was now laying on his 
side with his crotch exposed, still moaning and muttering indecipherable curses 
at me.  I moved into position and kicked him there squarely with as much force 
as I could generate with my pointed toe.  He cried out again.  Now he was 
simultaneously holding his groin and eye leaving his stomach exposed.  I then 
kicked him there several times, alternating with my toe and heel and made him 
yelp some more.  The scumbag was totally beaten, but I still wanted one last shot 
at him.  I walked around him quietly.  I believe he thought I had left because I 
stopped kicking him for about 15 seconds.  He did not see me as I again kicked 
him, this time right in his head with the point of my shoe.  I then kicked him 
once more.  He was a quivering, bloody mess and I felt that he had now suffered 
enough to remember me by (which I'm sure lead to his experiencing many 
future nightmares about me).  

Just before I left him all crumpled and so badly beaten up that his mother 
wouldn't have recognized him, I called out to him "hey fella, thanks for the 
wonderful evening."  (I swear that I did not dream that up for dramatic effect.  It 
just came out of my mouth.  I will never forget saying that and I hope he didn't 
either).

I found my shoulder bag a few feet from where he originally threw me on the 
ground and I then jogged quickly to my car while holding my tattered dress 
together and covering my exposed breasts.  Fortunately, I had a sweater in the 
car to put on.  I then drove away as fast as I could and headed back to my room 
at the Ramada Inn.  My sense of satisfaction was overwhelming.  

Would I have a story to tell Becky and Linda tomorrow!

Epilogue

In retrospect, there is no way that I could have gotten out of that situation 
without my excellent self-defense training.  I was trained to remain calm and 
that's what saved me that night.  In addition, I was taught to use anything 
available as a weapon against a stronger assailant, including my legs, heels, 
fingernails, elbows, rocks, keys, etc.  There is no such thing as fighting etiquette 
when it pertains to a desperate female.  As was the case in Chicago, this bastard 
was much too strong for me to fight back against and would easily have had his 
way with me.  Amazingly, I got away with only a swollen lip, missing bra and a 
torn dress.  I was extremely fortunate to have gotten out of that fix with my 
health and dignity still intact.  I'm also thankful that he picked on me and not my 
dear friends.

Final Message To My Readers:

I have now given you the story of my final encounter against a man.  I hope I 
never have another one to write about.  I also trust that you enjoyed this edition 
as much as the prior three (which I base entirely on the content of your e-mail 
responses).  I will now leave the website as a contributor, but you have my 
stories to read again anytime the desire to do so returns.  

Again, I want to thank all of you who supported me with encouragement during 
my "stay" here.  So with this final swan song, I bid you all farewell and happy 
reading.

Karen