Diane Moves Out

Divorcee Exacts Revenge On Abusive Ex 


Diane reached into the closet and removed the last of her clothes. She 
moved back to the bed where her suitcases were lying open. When she 
had finished packing she stepped back and took one last look around 
the bedroom. When she looked in the mirror, she was reminded again why 
she was leaving. 

Her left eye was still discolored, but it had started to fade. Her jaw 
was still swollen, and her nose was puffy. Her husband Carl had beaten 
her up again two nights ago. She waited until now to leave because he 
was at his favorite bar, drinking with his buddies and probably 
bragging how he kept his wife in line. As she picked up her bags and 
left she vowed never to be in this situation again. 

Her marriage had not always been like this. She and Carl had been the 
typical happily married couple for a while. Their troubles started 
when Diane's career started to move ahead and Carl's did not. Diane 
worked as an investment banker and had moved steadily forward to her 
present position as Vice President. Carl had lost a couple of good 
jobs because he had started to drink more than he should and not pay 
attention to his work. The last straw came when Diane came home with 
the news that the pay raise she had just received would put her annual 
income over $100,000 per year. Carl now made less than half that 
amount. 

Later that night, after drinking steadily for several hours he beat 
her for the first time. This became more of a regular occurrence. At 
first he apologized profusely, asking for her forgiveness saying he 
would never touch her ever again. But the more successful Diane 
became, the worse Carl got. He was out most of the night and 
frequently beat her severely. Diane finally got up her nerve and chose 
this time to leave him. She had grown to hate the man she married, and 
her face and body bore the marks of how badly this marriage had 
deteriorated.

Diane moved into an apartment and immediately sued for divorce. Carl 
found out where she lived and began to stalk her. She moved again, 
this time to a building with very tight security. However, he still 
found her telephone number and called her frequently, making threats. 
One night Diane had dozed off on the sofa and when she woke up at 3:00 
AM the TV was still on. One of those movies made for direct release to 
tape and never seen in theaters was playing. It was an action movie 
with a twist, using a female bodybuilder as the star. As Diane watched 
the woman thrash the bad guys, she sighed and thought "Too bad that 
only happens in the movies". 

The next day, she stopped in at the newsstand around the corner from 
her office. As she browsed she found magazines on the rack featuring 
bodybuilders, some of them women. Then she noticed a little door 
leading to a section in the back. She went back there and was amazed 
by what she saw. There were pornographic video tapes to be sure, but 
what caught her attention were the videos of women wrestling, boxing 
and just fighting often with men. Again most of these women were 
obviously bodybuilders. Since there was a gym close by she thought 
"Maybe I can hire one of these women to beat up Carl. It would destroy 
Mr. Macho to be thrashed by a woman."
 
That night after work she stopped in at the gym. She just looked 
around for a while, then she saw the person she thought might take on 
her little project. Supervising the workout of a man in the back of 
the gym, was the most muscular woman Diane had ever seen. Even while 
just standing and talking to her client muscles seemed to leap out 
from every part of her body when she moved. Diane went to the front 
desk and asked who she was. 

"That is Sara, one of our personal trainers. I can set you up with an 
appointment if you are interested in starting to work out." 

"Let me think about it," Diane said and hurriedly left the gym. After 
she got home, she realized she had never considered working out, but 
decided it would be a good excuse to meet Sara and put her plan into 
action. The next morning she called and made an appointment to see 
Sara that night after work. The day seemed to last forever, until it 
was finally time to go. Diane arrived right on time and was introduced 
to Sara. They discussed possible programs for Diane for a while, then 
Diane said "Let me tell you why I'm really here." With that she 
proceeded to explain to Sara what she had in mind. "I can pay you very 
well to do this, $5,000" Diane said. 

Sara looked at her very closely. "Why don't you do it yourself. It 
would be much more satisfying." Sara said. 

"He is bigger and stronger than I am. I wouldn't have a chance." 

"How tall are you and how much do you weigh" Sara asked. 

" I'm five-seven and I weigh 115 pounds." 

"How about Carl?" 

"He is five-ten and weighs 185 by now. He has gained weight in the 
last year" 

Sara looked closely at Diane. "What if I told you could be in shape to 
do this in one year. I certainly will do it for that price, if you 
decide that is what you want but I will train you to the point you can 
do it. You have the right body type, you just have to decide if you 
want to put on enough muscle and train in marital arts and boxing 
enough to do this or not. Give me a call when you decide which way you 
want to go." 

When Diane got home there were more messages on her answering machine 
from Carl telling her in detail what he meant to do to her when he 
caught up to her. She spent the night terrified that he would somehow 
be able to get to her. The next day she called Sara and said "I want 
to do it." 

Thus started Diane's transformation. 

She worked out every day with Sara. Things moved very slowly at first. 
Then Diane began to make progress. Muscles began to appear in her arms 
and legs. Her midsection began to take on a ripple effect. After six 
months of just weight training, Sara an accomplished martial artist 
and boxer herself, began to instruct Diane in these activities as 
well. Finally a year had passed. The divorce was final. The last time 
she had seen Carl he had made several threats again. Sara decreed 
Diane ready. Her weight had gone from 115 pounds to 144 pounds. Her 
biceps now expanded to 16 inches when flexed, her thighs were for her 
a monstrous 24 inches. Her shoulders, chest, and back fairly rippled 
with powerful muscles. 

The other segment of her training had also gone well. Recently she had 
knocked out two male sparring partners that Sara had brought in to 
work with her. Her fists while not overly large were hard as iron from 
all of her work both in boxing and martial arts. 

"It's time," Sara told her. "Do you still want to do this? Never too 
late to change your mind."  

"This jerk has made my life miserable ever since I left him, and I can 
still feel him beating me sometimes. I have been dreaming about this 
for over a year. Nothing could stop me." 

"When you go, I will be your backup. You have worked hard for this. I 
will make sure that nothing goes wrong."

When Diane was ready she and Sara sat outside Carl's favorite bar. 
When he came out, she almost didn't recognize him. He had gained even 
more weight, and had really let himself go. She had heard that he was 
now abusing other women the way he used to abuse her. Two of his 
buddies were with him as the drove off to Carl's place. 

"I'll make sure the two clowns do not interfere." Sara told Diane. 
"This is yours last chance to change your mind." 

"No chance. Lets go." Diane said. Although she did not want to admit 
it, she was feeling a bit apprehensive. There was still a slight doubt 
in her mind that she could pull this off, but she was determined to 
try. They drove quickly to the house that used to be hers and Carl's 
where he still lived. As they started for the front door, Sara had one 
last word of advice. 

"You will probably get hit. Don't let pain distract you from what you 
came here to do. You are in much better shape than he is, and with 
your training you can probably take more punishment and hit harder 
than he can."

Diane rang the doorbell. When Carl answered the door he was 
flabbergasted to see his ex-wife standing there. "Finally come to your 
senses, huh. I knew you would come crawling back. Come on in where you 
belong." 

Then he noticed that Diane was not alone. "This is my friend, Sara." 
Diane made the introduction. 

Carl turned and pointed to the two men sitting on the sofa drinking 
beer. "This is Pete and Mike" he said. 

Sara looked at the two men. "Why don't you two gentlemen take me in 
the kitchen and lets get a beer and give these two some privacy. I'm 
sure they have a lot to talk about." They jumped at the chance to go 
with the attractive woman. "Now you two behave yourselves." Sara said 
with a wink at Diane. "I will keep these guys occupied for a while."

As Sara, Pete, and Mike entered the kitchen, Sara closed the door and 
locked it from the kitchen side. She then positioned herself between 
Pete and Mike and the door. "You know how lovebirds are." she said. 
"No matter what you hear, the three of us should stay in here and 
leave them alone and let them work out their differences, don't you 
agree? Now which one of you wants to get me a beer." 

When the door closed, Diane looked at Carl. "If you think I am 
returning to be your wife again, you are sadly mistaken. I have come 
to repay you for all the pain and suffering you have caused me. I 
remember every black eye, bloody nose, and swollen jaw, I ever got 
from you, and tonight you will see what it feels like to be on the 
receiving end. I am going to whip you so bad you will never even think 
of ever abusing a woman the rest of your miserable life." 

Carl was dumbfounded. "You actually want to fight me?" he asked 
incredulously? "You are out of your mind. If you don't take your 
clothes off and get over here right now, I will thrash you again right 
now." 

Diane smiled and removed the sweatshirt that she was wearing leaving 
her in a halter top. She could hear Carl catch his breath when he saw 
her new body. "I have been busy the last year preparing for this 
night." With that Diane raised her arms and flexed her biceps. "What 
do you think of these?" she asked him. Her arms swelled into massive 
peaks and Carl could see the split at the top and the angry looking 
veins running across them. He suddenly seemed to lose some of his 
arrogance. 

"OK bitch, lets see what you got", he growled. As he said that he 
raised his fists and assumed a boxer's stance. Diane did the same and 
they slowly circled each other in the living room. Carl lunged forward 
and nailed Diane with a quick left. Her head snapped back from the 
force of the blow. Carl doubled up on the left with the same result. 
"This is going to be easy," he thought. 

Diane backed away to clear her head. "He is quicker than he looks, 
have to be careful."
She reminded herself, "think, remember all the training and hard 
work.".  

Carl moved in again firing his left. This time Diane blocked it with 
her right arm but it was a feint. Carl's right drove toward her 
chiseled belly and landed with a thud. She definitely felt it, but it 
was not as damaging as she feared it would be, nor as Carl had hoped 
it would be. 

"Well, I can take his best shot," Diane told herself. Thinking she 
would be hurt by the punch, Carl let go with a hard left hook designed 
to take her out. Diane ducked and his fist sailed harmlessly over her 
head. She then landed her first blow of the fight, driving her hard 
fist into his bloated stomach, rotating her hips to get her weight 
into the punch. Her fist encountered little resistance from the 
jiggling flesh around his expanded waistline. Carl couldn't believe 
this woman he used to pound regularly could hit that hard. His breath 
left his lungs in a big gasp and his legs suddenly didn't want to 
support him. 

"That was the first of many" Diane said to him through gritted teeth. 
Before Carl could recover, she brought her other fist smashing against 
his ribs. Pain like a lightning bolt shot through his side. Carl 
stumbled across the room. He righted himself and started to turn back 
to the center of the room. However when he turned Diane was right in 
front of him. Before he could react. Her right fist buried in his 
stomach again. "Kill the body and the head will die" was what Sara had 
drilled into her head during the training sessions, and that was what 
she intended to do. Carl started to go down. Diane caught him. Once 
more she hammered his gut with that iron hard fist. All resistance 
from his abdominal muscles was gone. Her fist ripped deep into the 
flaccid flesh. Carl could taste the bile coming up in his throat. He 
couldn't get enough breath to even plead with her to stop. This time 
she let him drop to his knees. Diane reached down, taking hold of his 
hair. She tilted his head up so she could see his face. Winding up she 
sent her right fist crashing to his left eye. Since she was holding 
his hair, his head didn't move far. Straight down she poured punches 
at that upturned face. His eye was closing rapidly, and she hammered 
his jaw repeatedly.
She then switched hands, and her left fist closed his right eye. She 
then let him drop all the way to the floor. "Break time, you rest up 
for a couple of minutes before we continue," Diane told him. If Carl 
could hear her, which was doubtful, he gave no indication. 

Pete and Mike, hearing the noise coming from the living room, wanted 
to know what was going on. Sara opened the door slightly to see how 
Diane was doing. Seeing Carl rolling on the floor, and Diane standing 
over him she closed the door and locked it again. 

"Why are you locking the door?" Pete asked. 

"They do need their privacy" she answered. 

"Something is wrong here, and we need to check it out" Mike chimed in. 

"Nobody is going in there until Diane knocks on this door, and that is 
final." Sara stated firmly. 

"Well, I'm going now, and you can't stop me." With that Pete reached 
for the door. 

"Don't do that, I'm warning you" Sara said in a very quiet voice. 

"Bullshit" replied Pete, starting to turn the lock. Sara grabbed his 
arm and pulled him away from the door. Pete swung at her. Sara blocked 
the punch and popped a short left hook to his jaw. Pete staggered back 
a step. Sara stayed with him and followed with a crashing right cross 
to his other jaw. Pete flew back to the middle of the kitchen and was 
out cold before he hit the floor. Mike, who hadn't moved at first, 
leaped at Sara. He was met by her right foot driven by the power of 
her massive thigh slamming right in his balls. He stood stock-still 
and started to mouth little mewing sounds. Sara stepped in driving a 
powerful uppercut to his chin. Mike banged against the wall and slid 
to the floor, joining Pete in la-la land. Sara opened the door and 
said to Diane, "The boys are taking a nap. They won't be bothering us 
for quite a while. So go ahead and take your time."

Carl had finally gotten as far as his knees when Diane saw him. As she 
approached, he tried to crawl away. She drew back her foot and kicked 
him squarely in the butt. He sprawled forward on to his face. Diane 
walked around and kicked him in the side. Diane then backed off and 
said "Alright Macho Man, get up. I want to see what a tough guy you 
really are. The strongest thing about you is your breath." 

Slowly Carl climbed to his feet. He made an attempt to attack again, 
but Diane easily avoided his swing this time. She continued to taunt 
him as he clumsily attempted to hit her. Carl was becoming more 
frustrated as he failed to make contact. Diane tired of this game and 
after another miss by Carl slipped to her right and once again sank a 
wind sucking left deep into his sore belly. Then as he bent over 
trying to breathe, her right fist swung in a vicious arc and smashed 
his nose. A follow-up punch drew blood from his nose. Diane set 
herself and delivered a third straight blast with to his nose with her 
right. This time as those hard knuckles slammed home there was a loud 
pop, and more blood sprayed. Carl just wanted to lie down, the pain 
was overwhelming. Still that brutal fist battered his nose, making 
sure it would never be straight again. Carl was on his knees again. 
Diane hauled him to his feet. 

"Now I believe you are beginning to know what I felt like all of those 
times you used me for a punching bag." Diane said to him. Her 
adrenaline levels were so high, she had not even considered stopping 
yet. She had years of pent-up anger to make up for. Carl started to 
mumble something, but when she heard the word "bitch" she cut him off 
with another gut wrenching blast to his midsection. Each time she did 
this her fist seemed to sink further and further into the blubber that 
was his belly. White hot pain seared his stomach. He started to go 
down. Diane cocked that murderous right fist and aimed at his jaw. She 
stepped in to make sure all of her weight and power were concentrated 
in one last explosion of knuckles. There was a sound like a piece of 
kindling breaking as that monster punch landed. Carl toppled over 
backward and sprawled unconscious in the middle of the living room. 

Diane looked contemptuously down at her ex-husband. His nose was a 
smashed lump, both eyes cut and bruised, and his jaw was probably 
broken. Blood was streaming from his nose, mouth and numerous cuts. 
There were fist size splotches of black and blue all over his belly 
and ribs. 

Sara broke the silence by asking "Was that worth a year of hard work?" 

Diane looked at her and smiled. She checked her skinned, raw knuckles 
and said "Yes it was, but how did you know that it would be? And how 
did you know what my answer would be when you suggested this?" 

"That is a long story. Lets go get a drink and I will tell you." They 
took one last look around. Pete and Mike were still laid out in the 
kitchen exactly where Sara's fists had left them and Carl looked like 
he would be out for a long time. 

As they left Diane said to Sara " They will have a lot to talk about 
when they wake up. I hope they will want a rematch. Maybe they will 
have more respect for women from now on."