Jazzmon Settles Scores By Arby Jazzmon Radford was standing in front of her bathroom mirror applying the last of her makeup. "Not bad" she thought as she stared at the image looking back at her. She was wearing a long, slinky red silk dress with a split up the leg that exposed her muscular thigh. It fit tight around the middle showing off her flat, hard, muscled stomach. It was sleeveless, as was most of her dresses, leaving her bulging biceps, muscle capped shoulders and most of her back showing. Her hair was in a long, single braid that hung down over that muscular back. Jazzmon had a plan tonight. She was going to a very exclusive club. She hoped to meet Charlie Brill. Charlie was a fairly wealthy local athlete who was a back up guard with the Orlando Magic basketball team, Orlando's entry into the NBA. Charlie had a reputation as a ladies man, but lately he had begun to change. Charlie had gotten into so called rough sex. He had started to beat up the women that he picked up. He had crossed the line when he had put one of Jazzmon's nieces in the hospital. You see, Charlie was a man with a penchant for exotic women. The girl was only 22 years old, and had succumbed to Charlie's charm easily. The incident had been reported to the police, but Charlie was a well known celebrity in the area and the girl was simply a young, naive girl who had no influence with the authorities. The police had ruled that all of the girl's injuries were accidental and had occurred during a consensual act between adults, so the case was closed. It was not closed for Jazzmon, however. She decided that it was up to her to make Charlie Brill pay for his crimes. And pay he would, with blood and bruises she had decided. An eye for an eye was her philosophy, and since he had beaten the girl, her niece, Jazzmon was planning to give Charlie Brill the beating of his life. "He will never want to see another woman after tonight" she promised herself and her niece. As Jazzmon was preparing to leave, the phone rang. She answered it. It was an obscene call, she had been plagued with them for a couple of weeks now. She slammed the phone down and stormed out of her bedroom. She vowed not to let her attention be diverted from the task at hand, punishing Charlie Brill. Jazzmon left her house and got into her midnight black Pontiac Firebird and drove to the club where her niece had first met Charlie Brill. She drove right up to the valet parking and left the car. As she entered the room, she almost had to turn sideways to get her broad shoulders and wide back through the door. All eyes turned toward her. Jazzmon stood there, just inside the entrance, with her gaze sweeping the room, without moving her head, just her eyes. She spotted Charlie Brill and walked toward him. She reminded everyone of a black panther as she glided across the crowed room. Jazzmon could tell that she would have no trouble picking up Charlie Brill. For a man like Charlie, she was a wet dream come true. She stopped right in front of Charlie, and said "What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here." Jazzmon's voice was deliberately low, soft, and sexy. Charlie could not believe his good fortune, as this vision in red stood in front of him, asking him to buy her a drink. The bartender came and Jazzmon ordered a glass of champagne. Jazzmon watched Charlie Brill closely out of her hooded eyes. He was what most women would consider handsome. About 6'3" tall, well dressed in gray suit, and rep striped tie. A real man-about-town. Jazzmon slid in closer to Charlie and said, "Thanks for the drink" and kissed him on the cheek. Charlie was a goner after that. After making small talk for a few minutes, mostly about him, Jazzmon asked him if there were not some place they could go that was more private. Charlie almost choked on his drink. "My place is not too far from here, if that is what you had in mind," Charlie said to her. "That will be fine" Jazzmon said to him. "My car is here, why don't I follow you there" Jazzmon continued. "That will be great" Charlie replied. They exited the club and the valet brought both cars around. Jazzmon noted that Charlie was driving a new BMW. She got in her Firebird and followed Charlie out of the parking lot. As the drove the short distance to the apartment building where Charlie Brill lived, Jazzmon thought over what she had in mind for him. Charlie had made the mistake of concentrating on her beauty and sexiness and paid no attention the awesome muscularity that the woman had on display. Charlie had been carrying a huge erection ever since the woman had asked him to buy her a drink. She followed Charlie into the parking lot of and obviously expensive apartment building. She parked in the spot next to him. Charlie scrambled over to her car and opened the door for her. Jazzmon gave him her 1000 watt smile as she got out of her car. If he had watched more closely, he would have noticed that it was more of a wolfish grin. Charlie escorted Jazzmon to the building entrance. They were greeted by a uniformed doorman. "Good evening, Mr. Brill, ma'am" he doffed his hat to Jazzmon. She smiled back at him. Charlie took her over to the elevator, and punched 12, which was the top floor. "This building only has two apartments on the entire top floor. One of them is mine. I think you will like it." The elevator stopped and they got out. Charlie opened the door. They entered the spacious apartment. It had obviously been furnished by a high priced decorator, with everything looking like it had been built just for this apartment. There was a huge fireplace it the center of the living room, and it was double sided opening to both the living room and the den. The dining room was off to the side and Jazzmon could see the kitchen which appeared to have every appliance know to mankind in it, even a pot rack hanging from the ceiling. In the den area was a bar, with 4 stools, and Charlie said, "I'll get us a couple of drinks." "I only drink champagne." Jazzmon answered. "No problem," Charlie said and pulled out a bottle of Dom Perigon. "Will this do?" he asked with a grin. He produced two fluted champagne glasses, popped the cork and poured two glasses. "I'm going to change, why don't you get comfortable" Charlie said to Jazzmon. He disappeared into the master bedroom, hitting a couple of switches as he moved across the room, which dimmed the lights, and started soft music playing. "He's playing right into my hands" Jazzmon thought as she slipped out of her red silk dress. She was standing there in her red panties and bra, with a garter belt holding up her stockings. She left her red heels on. Charlie re-entered the room stripped to his shorts. His eyes were glued to Jazzmon' s breasts as he came to her. "I like rough sex" Charlie said to her. "I hope you do too, not that you have much choice at this point " "I love rough sex!" Jazzmon replied. "Great!" Charlie answered and slapped her resoundingly across the face with his right hand. Jazzmon staggered back a few steps and glared at him. "I'm warning you, don't try that again." She growled. "I love it when they resist" Charlie exclaimed. "This is gonna be so much fun" "It will be fun alright, but for me, not for you" Jazzmon told him. Charlie leaped at her, reaching out with both hands. Instead of trying to avoid him, Jazzmon stepped forward and buried her right fist deep in his belly. The power of her body combined with his forward momentum made it a frightfully effective punch. Charlie was expecting anything but that, and his stomach felt like a pain bomb had exploded inside it. He stopped and pitched forward from the waist as the woman's hard fist blasted into his unsuspecting gut. Before Charlie knew what was happening, Jazzmon whipped her left fist around and smashed it into his right eye, splitting the flesh around the eye and bruising the rest. Charlie's eye started quickly to swell and would be closed shortly. He staggered back and fell on his back. Trying to focus with his remaining good eye, for the first time he realized how muscular and powerful the woman standing over him was. He could even see the veins running across the tops of her biceps. Jazzmon truly looked like she had been locked in the weight room for at least six months. She flexed her biceps for Charlie and huge balls of hard muscle sprang up from her arm. "You've picked the wrong woman, this time Charlie." She said. "I am here to put an end to your woman beating. I intended to teach you a lesson that you will never forget. You will remember it every time you look in a mirror, from now own." What scared Charlie is that Jazzmon was speaking in a soft, conversational tone, like she was ordering a steak in a restaurant. Not at all like the vicious avenger she was. "Time to get up, Charlie, my darling" Jazzmon said and pulled him to his feet. Charlie swung a powerful right at her, but Jazzmon ducked under it, and her followed up with an equally hard left which she blocked with her right arm. Again her left fist came around in a powerful left hook, smashing into his jaw, followed by another bomb from her right exploding in his belly. Charlie again pitched forward. Jazzmon caught him with her left hand and push him about half way up. He was still partially bent over with his chin sticking out. "Perfect" she thought. Jazzmon stepped back and brought a thunderous uppercut with her right fist, smashing under the point of Charlie's chin. His feet lifted off the floor, and he sailed over backwards. He hit the floor and never moved, having been knocked unconscious by this beautiful, muscular woman. Jazzmon looked down with satisfaction at the results of her fistic assault. "Too bad for you, Charlie, but we are just getting started. I hope you enjoy your short nap." Jazzmon picked up her champagne glass and took a big gulp. Then she made her way into the kitchen and found a pitcher. She filled it with water and came back into the living room. Charlie Brill had not moved from where he had fallen. His right eye was now complete closed and the flesh around it was a mixed blue and purple. Blood was seeping from where her hard fist had split the skin around it, and also from his mouth, the result of her two potent bellypunches. Charlie looked like he was going to be out for quite a while, so Jazzmon, feeling the need to urinate, went into the bathroom. Next she did a quick search of his bedroom. She found all kinds of whips and paddles along with handcuffs. She left the implements but took the handcuffs, placing them on the sofa. She picked up the pitcher of water and dumped it in Charlie Brill's face. "Come on, Charlie baby, time to wake up." Charlie came around with a sputter as the cold water hit his face. He could see the six pack of the woman's abdominal muscles as she stood over him. All of the fight had been knocked out of him, and it was now time for his real punishment to start at Jazzmon's hands, or fists to be more accurate. "Welcome back, baby. Do you remember the girls that you put in the hospital that the cops covered up for you? Well one of them was my niece and you are about to pay for what you did to her and all those other women." Fear flashed across Charlie's face as the muscular woman reached down and in one powerful motion jerked him to his feet with one strong hand and arm. "I can't stop now, because you still have all of your teeth, your nose is straight, and one eye is still open" Jazzmon said calmly. Charlie couldn't help himself, he wet his pants from fear. "And by the way, you also haven't puked for me yet, either" Jazzmon added. As she finished that pronouncement, Jazzmon snapped her left fist around and smashed it directly into his nose. It broke with a loud crack and blood splashed on both of them. It began pouring from his smashed nose, down his chest, even onto his shorts. "That was just to get your attention" Jazzmon whispered in his ear. "I think it is time for some bellypunching." She shoved Charlie against the wall. He was starting to cry and beg, but with his broken nose, he had to breathe through his mouth, so the words came out garbled. Jazzmon cruelly regarded her propped up victim. She brought a right uppercut from below her knees and ripped it into Charlie's belly. UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!! Again and again and again, she brought that piledriver fist up to sink deeper and deeper into the stomach of the man. THUD!! OOOOHHHHHHHH!! WHUMP!! AAAARRRRRRGGGG!!! THUMP!! OOOOFFFFF!! WHUUDD!! AAAAHHHHHH!! Over and over the powerful woman drove her punishing fists deeper and deeper into the belly of Charlie Brill. All at once, Charlie puked up everything in his ravaged gut, coming out in one big explosion of projectile vomiting. Fortunately for Jazzmon, she had anticipated it and stepped back. The vomit was green, filled with mucous and tinged red with blood. Charlie slumped forward into his own mess and passed out, unconscious for the second time. "We're getting there' Jazzmon said. Back to the kitchen she went for more water. She stopped to pour herself another glass of champagne on the way. She noticed she had emptied the bottle. She filled the pitcher with water and once again dumped it on Charlie. She smiled her evil smile at him and asked "How are you enjoying the rough sex so far, Charlie, my dear? I have a bit more for you, I'm afraid." Charlie was totally paralyzed with fear now. He had never felt pain like this powerful woman had inflicted on him tonight. He was beginning to get some idea of how his female victims must have felt. Charlie made a move as if to crawl toward the door. "Go ahead and run, if you want to. However, if I have to chase I will beat you even worse." Jazzmon told him. Charlie gave up any thought of trying to escape although he could not imagine that she could beat him worse that she was doing at the moment. He felt himself being lifted to his feet again. Suddenly his mouth exploded in pain as Jazzmon pounded her fist straight down into it. Three more times that terrible fist smashed into his mouth, crumbling his teeth into bits of bloody enamel. That sledgehammer kept up its horrible mission as nearly all of Charlie's teeth were either knocked out or broken off. At last Jazzmon stopped and looked down. Not only were his teeth destroyed, both lips were split open and blowing up like tow balloons attached to his face. Now she whipped her right fist in an arc that ended at Charlie's left eye. It split wide open from her brutal punch. Charlie's face was wrecked, his own mother would have trouble recognizing him. Jazzmon stepped back and set herself. She smashed the hardest punch she could possible throw directly into Charlie's jaw. CCCRRRRAAAAAKKKKK!!!! It broke with an awful crack. Once more Charlie became airborne and crashed on his back in the middle of the floor. Jazzmon 's eyes fixed suddenly on the champagne bottle and she picked it up. She got the handcuffs from the sofa and rolled what was left of Charlie over on his face. She handcuffed his hands behind his back. She carefully wiped her fingerprints off everything in the house that she had touched including the glasses and bottle. She bent Charlie over the sofa and with a smile shoved the champagne bottle into his rectum. Charlie awoke with a scream. "Too bad, you can' t be allow to do that" Jazzmon said. She walked around in front of him and then ripped a massive uppercut driving it under his chin again, knocking him off the sofa onto his back in the floor. The way he landed drove the champagne bottle even further into his ripped and bleeding rectum. With Charlie unconscious for the fourth time, Jazzmon lifted him up and draped him over the back of the sofa again, with his impaled butt sticking up in the air and the bottle sticking out of it. She quickly dressed and using a towel, lifted the phone and dialed 911 reporting that an injured man was at Charlie's address. She left the apartment and used the fire escape in the back of the building. She got to the parking lot, and found her car. Jazzmon got in and as she was driving away, she could hear the sirens as the ambulance came roaring into the apartment parking lot. She felt satisfied for the moment. Her niece had been avenged, Charlie would bother no more women for a long, long, time.