Colette's Revenge
By Arby


Colette Guimond does not engage in any sexual activities in any of her sessions.  
She is currently staying in Paris and will be touring the United States soon.  
She does sessions in wrestling, lifts and carries and will do bellypunching on 
request.  Her e-mail address is fantalitie@aol.com.  Colette is 5'1" 145 pounds 
with 16" arms and 26" thighs.  Try her for any of the above and you will not be 
disappointed.

Colette Guimond gingerly touched her right eye.  The swelling had gone down 
some, but it was still hideously discolored.  It was purple and black with 
streaks of yellow running through it.  It still hurt to touch it. Her left eye 
looked even worse.  It was still swollen and even more discolored that the right 
one.  Her torn upper lip was still puffy.  She was lucky she still had all her 
teeth.   Her now ex-boyfriend Alain had beaten her severely and she was still 
recovering.  She
was really upset because she had been forced to cancel a very lucrative guest 
posing engagement, and she could really use the money.  Colette had realized 
that she could not continue to allow this to go on so she had left him.  Alain 
was determined to get her back.  He had been making threatening telephone calls 
about what he would do to her is she did not move back in with him.  

Colette decided to take matters into her own hands.  She knew that the police 
would do nothing to help her.  She called her friends and got the names of 
instructors who could teach her to defend herself from unwanted advances and 
attacks from people like Alain.  From the list she selected a man named Malcolm 
to teach her.  No first name or last name, just Malcolm.  Colette called him and 
made an appointment to see him.  She arrived at a run down looking gym in an 
area that contained mostly warehouses.  When she entered the place looked 
deserted, but she heard some activity toward the back.  She walked back there 
and saw a man who appeared to be in his sixties.

Thin and gaunt looking, with sparse gray hair and a gray goatee.  "Malcolm?" she 
asked.  "Yes" he answered.  "I am Colette," she said.  "I called you earlier."  
"Ah, yes, Colette, " he said.  "You want to learn how to fight" he said.  "Why 
do you wish to learn this?" he asked.  Colette proceeded to tell him about her 
troubles with Alain, and stated that she wanted to be able to defend herself 
from any and all attackers.  Malcolm smiled as she explained her desires to him.  
"Come over here." he said.  He took her over to a heavy bag that was hanging in 
a corner.  "Hit it" he said indicating the bag.  Colette hesitated.  "Hit it as 
hard as you can with your fist." Malcolm repeated.  Colette shrugged and swung 
an awkward looking but powerful punch at the bag.  "Again." he said.  Malcolm 
was holding the bag.  Once again Colette threw an unorthodox looking punch that 
slammed into the bag.  Malcolm could feel the impact all the way through it.
"You are certainly strong enough."  he said.  "We have to teach you how to do 
that properly, plus how to use your legs and feet." he said.  "Come with me, 
we'll start your lessons today." he said.  Colette followed him to a ring.  "We 
will start with punches, then move on to kicks." he told her.  "There are only 
five kinds of punches.  Everything you will ever see is some variation of the 
five." He started to demonstrate each one.  "First is the jab," he said flicking 
out his fist.  "Next is the straight punch."  He fired his fist straight out 
from his shoulder.  "Then the hook." he demonstrated that. "The cross" which he 
showed her.  "Last, but far from least, the uppercut" he showed her that punch.  
"That covers every type of punch.  The most important part is learning footwork 
so that you can get the power of your legs and body behind each one, and to use 
them in combinations."  he said.  He had Colette start very slowly, doing each 
type of punch in slow motion, working on the footwork that was necessary to 
properly throw the punches.  Soon Colette, who thought she was in pretty good 
shape, was sweating like a horse.  Malcolm called a halt and took her over to 
the heavy bag again.  "Now, hit the bag again, using proper technique," he said.  
Colette followed his instructions.  She tried to get the full power of her 
compact, muscular body into each punch.  The bag was vibrating with the impact 
of her fists.  A smile crept across her face as her fists pounded the bag.  All 
at once Malcolm called a halt to the activity.  "That is enough for today." he 
announced.  Practice your footwork at home and come back tomorrow.  Colette 
stepped back, exhausted but happy in the knowledge that she had selected the 
right man to teach her.  "You definitely look strong enough to pack quite a 
wallop." he said to her.  Colette smiled at him and flexed her biceps.  A huge 
ball of hard muscle sprang up on her arm.  "My God," Malcolm exclaimed. " I 
never believed a woman could have muscle like that."  He reached out and touched 
it.  It was hard as iron, and he could barely reach around it with both hands.  
"How big is it?"  "Sixteen inches" Colette told him.  
 She dropped her arms to her sides, and slowly extended her right leg.  As the 
leg rose up from the floor, she flexed it.  Her massive thighs swelled up to 
their full twenty six inches.  Her calf was a big rock under her skin.  Malcolm 
stared at that leg in amazement.  "I never thought I would ever see a woman 
built like you." he said.  "And such a beautiful young lady besides."   Colette 
blushed and lowered her massively muscled leg.  "Thank you, so much for helping 
me." she stated.  "Come back tomorrow, same time." Malcolm told her.  Colette 
gathered up her things and left.

She continued to work with Malcolm for several weeks.  During that time she had 
managed to avoid Alain.  She had been living with friends, and he did not know 
where to find her.  He kept leaving threatening messages on her voice mail and 
e-mail, however.  Alain had searched for her, but he could not find her.  At 
last, Malcolm decreed that she was ready for anything.  "We will continue to 
work, of course, but you are capable of handling almost any situation." he said.  
Colette knew she was prepared.  She clenched her fists and looked at them Her 
fists had become two rock hard hammers that had burst open one of the heavy bags 
and were capable of dealing out much pain, misery, and destruction to anyone 
dumb enough to anger her enough to hit them.  Her feet were deadly weapons, her 
legs skull and rib crushers.  She planned to go to Alain's apartment and 
retrieve the rest of her things, which she had abandoned there when she left.  
She had been too afraid of him to go back until now.  She secretly hoped that he 
would be there when she arrived.  She drove over to the apartment.  Some of her 
old fears came back as she entered the building.  Colette inserted her key, 
which she had kept,  in the door and opened it.  Alain was not there she 
discovered as she made her way to the bedroom.  Her suitcases were still right 
where she had put it when she moved in.  Quickly Colette set about packing her 
clothes.  When she finished packing she had two suitcases full of her 
belongings.  They were very heavy but she handled them like they weighed 
nothing.  She placed them outside the bedroom then went back in to take one last 
look around to see if she had missed anything.  As she was picking up her bags, 
the door opened and Alain entered.  A look of surprise covered his face as he 
saw Colette.  "Well, you've come to your senses at last." he said.  "You have 
returned to me, as I always thought you would."  Alain was a vainly handsome 
man. He had dark blond hair, a fairly prominent Gallic nose and straight white 
teeth.  His smile sent many feminine hearts fluttering.   Not terribly tall at 
5'10" he was in good shape.  He probably weighed 175 pounds, or about thirty 
pounds more than Colette.  In her heels she still only came up to just above his 
chin.   Then he saw her bags and his smile instantly turned to a frown.  "Trying 
to leave me would be a bad idea." he growled.  "Do you want me to hurt you 
again?  Do you remember what happened the last time you made me angry?" he 
continued.  "I have only come to get the rest of my things." Colette answered 
calmly.  "Your days of hurting me are over.  I am leaving and you can't do 
anything to stop me." she coolly stated.   "I'll have to teach you not to defy 
me!" Alain snarled and leaped at her.  

Colette dropped her bags and took his outstretched right arm in both hands.  
Spinning around she flung him into the wall.  Alain hit the wall and bounced 
off.  A look that was as much surprise as pain covered his face.  He leaped at 
her again.  Once more she grasped his arm and drove it up behind his back in a 
hammerlock.  Then she ran him face first into the wall for a second time.  Alain 
bounced off  and dropped to his knees.  Slowly he regained his feet.  Warily he 
moved toward Colette again.  "I'll smash that pretty face to a bloody pulp this 
time." he snarled.  Anger clouded his handsome face.  Colette said nothing.  In 
her heart she hoped that Malcolm was right, that she was ready for this.  Alain 
raised his fists and cautiously approached her.  He took a big swing with his 
right fist, fully expecting it to connect with Colette's face.  He did not 
expect her to duck, which is what she did and his fist sailed harmlessly over 
her head.  Alain tried again with his left fist, and Colette blocked the punch 
with her right forearm.  She then countered with a textbook perfect, tooth 
rattling left hook that slammed into Alain's jaw violently snapping his head 
around.  Before he could recover, Colette ripped her right fist up into his 
belly in a vicious uppercut that drove most of the air from his body.  She 
followed that with an equally vicious left uppercut to the same place, driving 
out what little breath remained, and causing him to fold in half.  As Alain's 
head came down it was met by Colette's hard right fist rising up from the floor 
in another power packed uppercut that exploded on his chin, then everything went 
black for Alain as he collapsed to the floor. Colette warily examined his body.  
He was out cold.  Colette viewed the result of her fistic work in wonder.  The 
result was just as Malcolm had predicted.  Suddenly she felt all powerful, 
invincible.  She glared down at the unconscious man.  "Now, you no good son of a 
bitch, you're going to pay for all the beatings that you gave me.   I have a lot 
of catching up to do."  She went into the kitchen and got a pitcher full of 
water, and returned to the living room.  She put down the pitcher and began 
removing her clothes.  When she finished Colette was dressed in only her 
underwear.  A sexy black bra, and black silk panties. Instead of panty hose she 
was wearing black silk hose sexily held up with a black garter belt. Her 
monstrous thighs were stretching the tops of the hose almost to the point of 
tearing.   Black shoes with three inch stiletto heels completed her attire.   
Colette looked in the mirror and smiled at the image she saw looking back at 
her.  "Mr. Macho, Alain, will definitely know it is a woman who is beating the 
shit out of him." she said.  Colette impishly did a double biceps pose in the 
mirror.  Her arms looked like two cantaloupes had been implanted under her skin.  
She took her left hand and ran it across her right biceps, feeling the pulsating 
hardness of the huge hump of muscle.  "Oh yes, Alain.  Today is get even day for 
Colette!" she said.  Colette stepped away from the mirror and picked up the 
pitcher.  She dumped the water into Alain's face.  He woke up sputtering from 
the water.  He seemed disoriented for a split second, then he saw Colette in her 
sexy attire.  "I see you have come to your senses."  He said.  "Let's go into 
the bedroom and make up for lost time."  "The only lost time is the fifteen 
minutes you were out cold." Colette said.  "Today you are going to pay in full 
for all the pain and suffering you have given me."  "Then why did you get 
undressed?" Alain asked.  "So I won't get your blood on my clothes.  Bloodstains 
are almost impossible to get out of clothing, and before I'm through with you, 
your blood will be everywhere."  "What the hell are you talking about, you crazy 
bitch?" Alain snapped.  "I'm going to beat the crap out of you, is what I'm 
talking about" she answered.  "Today, you are going to pay for every time you 
hit me, for all the black eyes, bloody noses and puffy lips that I got from you.  
So why don't you get up so I can get started." Despite her rising 
anger,Colette's exterior had remained icy calm.  "I guess I'll have to show you 
who's boss once and for all." Alain said as he slowly got to his feet.  He was 
rubbing his chin where a large bruise had already started to form.  Before 
Colette could react he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her back and 
began to squeeze.  He had failed to trap her arms inside his however, so Colette 
wrapped her arms around his body and also started squeezing.  The huge muscles 
in her arms, shoulders and back began to bulge with the effort.

 At first it looked like a standoff, but slowly the woman's powerful body began 
winning the battle.  Alain could feel pain radiating from his ribs as Colette 
bore down.  She pushed her chin into his sternum and squeezed with all the power 
of her big arms.  Alain gave up trying to out squeeze her, and was thrashing 
around trying to get free of the vice that was squeezing the breath out of him.  
Colette could feel his ribs bending, then one of them broke as Alain screamed in 
pain.  "Bah, you wimp." Colette said contemptuously as she flung his body away 
from her.  Alain fell to the floor as the suffocating pain from his broken rib 
robbed him of all desire to fight.  "Does the little boy have a sore rib?" 
Colette was almost purring.  She reached down and grabbed his hair and hauled 
Alain to his feet.  She released him and he immediately hunched over and 
clutched his broken rib.  Colette stood there for a few seconds enjoying the 
scene before deciding to carry on.   "Now I'm going to  hurt you."  she said.  
She cocked her right fist, and following Malcolm's instructions to the letter 
about weight shift and use of her hips and legs, sent it crashing into Alain's 
nose.  CCRRAACCKK!! His nose broke with a loud crack and blood spurted out 
around Colette's fist and splashed on her chest. Alain forgot all about the pain 
in his ribs at white hot pain shot through his face from his now broken nose.  
Twice more Colette viciously slammed her hard fist into his nose turning the 
prominent Gallic symbol into a crushed mass of bloody tissue, that would 
probably never be straight again.  Alain staggered back and fell, blood from his 
crushed nose running down both sides of his face and splashing on the carpet.  
Colette pulled him back to his feet.  WWHHAACCKK!!  Her left fist, once more in 
a textbook perfect left hook, smashed into his right eye.  Right away it started 
to swell and change color.  Three more times she sent that brutal, hard fist 
into the area around his eye twisting her fist, to tear the flesh with her hard 
knuckles, causing the eye to swell shut.  Colette realized that the beating she 
was giving Alain was causing her to become sexually excited as she could feel 
the heat and moisture growing in her groin.  WWHHAAPP!! now it was her right 
fist smashing his left eye.  It got the same treatment as the left one, and soon 
it was just a slit of bruised and torn flesh.  Colette paused for a moment.  
Alain was a mess, his broken, crushed nose was still bleeding, the area around 
both eyes torn and bruised and closing fast.  Alain would have never believed 
that his former punching bag girl friend could do this to him.  Colette was 
nowhere near finished.  Alain was on his knees begging her to stop when she sat 
down on the floor and slammed his bloody face into her crotch.  Colette locked 
her ankles behind his head and began to squeeze at the same time rubbing his 
face with her hot and moist vagina.  She could feel her orgasm building as she 
continued to squeeze Alain's head with her massive thighs.  He thought his head 
would burst from the pressure.  Her gargantuan quadriceps muscles were flexed to 
their maximum.  All at once Colette's legs stiffened as her orgasm hit and Alain 
lost consciousness.  She pushed his limp body away from her by shoving with her 
powerful legs, causing him to roll to the wall.  Colette got to her feet, got 
the empty pitcher and went back to the kitchen.  She returned with a full 
pitcher of water which she dumped on Alain once more.  This time it washed the 
blood and remains of her juices from his face.  Colette pulled him to his feet 
and propped him against the wall.  "I'm going to hurt you some more.  Did you 
know that some men actually pay me to do this?" she whispered in his ear.  "I 
have always wanted to know why they seemed to enjoy it so much.  Perhaps you can 
tell me when I finish.  It's called a bellypunching session and you are about to 
have $500.00  worth of services with no charge."  Colette shoved Alain upright 
against the wall with her left hand and clenched her right hand into that hard, 
lethal ball of knuckles again.  WWHHOOMMPP!!  OOOFFFF!!She buried her right fist 
deep in Alain's belly.  She tried to look into his eyes, searching for the pain, 
but it was difficult to see them since they were just barely visible through the 
slits of swollen tissue.  TTHHUUMMPP!!  AAAGGGGHHH!!  Again that hammer of her 
right fist sank into his stomach.  Alain thought she had run him through with a 
sword.  Fingers of agony reached out and grabbed his internal organs, as that 
savage fist penetrated deep inside him.  WWHHUUPP!!  UUNNGGHH!!!  Again, that 
same fist exploded in his gut sending waves of nausea flooding upward.  "Why 
they pay me to do this, I have no idea, because they react the same way you do." 
Colette once again whispered in his ear.  She was doing as she had been taught 
and was getting the full strength of her powerful body into each gut wrenching 
blow. SSMMAASSHH!! GGGNNNHHH!!  SSLLAAMM!!!  BBLLEEHH!!  WWHHAAMM!!.  
MMMUUHHHH!!  Joy filled Colette's heart as she felt her powerful fist turning 
Alain's belly to  mush. She could actually feel the pump in her biceps as it 
swelled with power as it pulled her fist up to plunder his stomach and heard his 
pitiful sounding moans after each cruel punch.  TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!  OOOAAAHHH!!!  
This time snot actually flew out of his nose as the most brutal of all her belly 
punches buried her hard fist deep in his ravaged belly. Colette could hear the 
gagging that indicated he was about to puke.   She released her hold with her 
left hand and stepped back.  Alain fell to his knees and puked everything in his 
stomach onto the carpet.  When he had finished he pitched face first onto the 
carpet narrowly missing his own vomit.  Colette discovered he was out cold 
again.  Back to the kitchen she went for another pitcher of water.  With her 
foot she rolled Alain over on his back, and SPLASH! down came the water again.  
He gagged as he woke up.  Colette seated herself on his chest and took a firm 
grasp on his hair with her left hand.  she raised his head up off the carpet.  " 
Guess what?  I'm going to hurt you agin.  I have to fix your smile, it's a 
little crooked." She had a sadistic grin from ear to ear as she said this.  
KKRRAAKK!! Her fist smashed straight into his mouth.  SSMMAASSHH!!!  WWHHAAMM!!  
CCRRAASSHH!!  she sent that hard hammer blasting into his mouth feeling the 
teeth crumbling and cracking under her heavy punches.  The time spent with 
Malcolm had really paid off.  Her fist was now a wrecking ball that was hard as 
iron.  Over and over she sent that iron wrecking ball slamming into his mouth.  
His lips became split and torn and ballooned up like two rare, bloody sausages.  
Blood was pouring out from his smashed lips and holes where his teeth had been 
only moments earlier,  as her fist turned his mouth into a toothless cavity.  
When she stopped hammering nearly all of his  teeth were either knocked out or 
broken off.  Colette leaned down to his ear."You're going to have to gum down 
your food from now on." she told him.  She sat back on his chest and surveyed 
the damage.  Both eyes were now completely closed. Alain could barely see the 
outline of Colette sitting on his chest with his blood dripping from her fist.  
His nose was a crushed mass of red, and his mouth was a bloody toothless hole 
surrounded by two split and swollen lips.  Alain was totally unrecognizable from 
the handsome man who had entered the apartment less than an hour ago.  Colette's 
fists had turned his face into a Halloween fright mask.  He was still moaning 
and thrashing around on the floor.  Colette stood up.  She started to leave, 
then stopped.  "One more thing I must do" she said to herself.  Colette wanted 
to knock him completely out.  Her curiosity was aroused as to whether she could 
hit hard enough to knock him out with one punch.  Colette walked back over to 
Alain and once again got him on his feet.   This time she released him and he 
was weaving around in front of her.  She reached out her left and steadied him, 
tilting his jaw slightly to the side.  Colette could feel a warmth growing 
between her legs again as just the thought of delivering the knockout punch she 
was preparing excited her again.  "This is why some say that fighting is better 
than sex." she thought.  She was thinking it would be great if another climax 
hit at the same time the ferocious punch landed.  Colette drew back her fist for 
her last punch, the punch that she hoped would separate Alain from the conscious 
world.  She looked down at her biceps as she prepared to deliver her final blow.  
It was bulging to enormous size it was so pumped up from the activity and 
Adrenalin it looked like a soccer ball.  Colette admired it for a moment then 
turned her attention back to her victim.  She got everything that her powerful 
body had left to give into the titanic punch that hurtled toward Alain's jaw, 
her huge horseshoe shaped triceps exploding with power as it drove her fist 
forward at his battered and bloody face.   CCRRAACCKK!! her avenging fist 
detonated like a bomb on his jaw causing most of the few teeth he had left to 
fly out of his mouth in a spray of new blood as his jaw broke under her mallet-
like fist.  Alain sailed backward and landed flat on his back, unconscious 
before he hit the floor.  Colette stood over his body for a few seconds exulting 
before turning and getting dressed.  The wall mirror had captured quite a sight,  
a beautiful woman dressed in her sexy black underwear standing over her 
unconscious ex- boyfriend, whose face would be unrecognizable even to his own 
mother.  She looked in amazement at her fists, the knuckles skinned and bleeding 
the marks of his teeth plainly visible on the right one.  She smiled to herself 
as she picked up he suitcases to leave.  She had hit Alain with every kind of 
punch possible, even some she had made up as she went along.  Looking down at 
this wreck she had made of this man, her thirst for revenge had been sated at 
last.  "I don't think he'll be beating up any more women! Malcolm, I think I 
love you." she said as she stepped over the unconscious, battered, and bleeding, 
former woman beater Alain, and left the apartment.