Tina's First Case

Tina pounds a serial rapist to a pulp 

Sam Michaelson sat in his car staring at the entrance to the gym. Sam 
had been following Sally Newman for several days, now. He had noted her 
every move from the time she left for work until she went to bed at 
night. He knew her routine inside out. She was at the gym as she was 
four nights a week from 6:00PM to 7:30PM. Sam had decided that Sally 
would be his next victim. Sam was the serial rapist that the police had 
been pursuing for months with no success. Their only lead was in his 
selection of victims. He usually chose young, attractive, athletic 
career women. They were starting to figure out a pattern on the map of 
where he selected his victims. They all seemed to work in a four block 
area of downtown office buildings. All had fairly high paying jobs, were 
well educated, and could be considered career women. Also they had all 
been involved in some form of athletic activity and most worked out 
regularly. What they did not know is that Sam had been fired from two 
jobs by female executives exactly like the women he had chosen to 
attack. All of them had been raped and beaten. What scared the officers 
assigned to the crimes was that each successive attack was more brutal 
than the one before it. The last woman was beaten so severely, she was 
lucky to be alive. She had needed reconstructive surgery to rebuild her 
face it had been so smashed up. Sam had decided that tonight would be 
Sally's turn. 

Sally left the gym and got in her car for the drive home. She always 
stopped at a small convenience store on her way home. This is where Sam 
would make his move. Sally entered the store and bought a six-pack of 
Evian Water. She left the store and walked through the dark parking lot 
to her car. As she started to unlock the car she felt the cold steel of 
a knifeblade against her throat. Sam, with a ski mask over his face held 
the knife touching the skin of her throat and ordered Sally to get into 
the car. Sally did as she was told. Sam then ordered her to drive to the 
park, a few blocks away. Sam had her drive on a winding lane through the 
park. When they came to a dark, deserted section with trees surrounding 
a small clearing. Wielding the knife Sam forced Sally out of the car and 
to the clearing. Sally was petrified. "If you do exactly as I say, you 
might actually live through this." Sam said. "Now take off all of your 
clothes." Sally's hands were shaking so badly she almost could not 
complete this simple task. Sam continued to wave the knife around, 
frightening her even more. Sam strode over to Sally. While she was 
wondering what he would do next, Sam suddenly cocked his fist and 
blasted a punch deep into Sally's stomach. She was totally unprepared 
for this, and started to sink to the ground. Sam then sent a vicious 
punch slamming into her face. She could feel the pain radiate from her 
jaw, as she was allowed to slump to the ground. Sam roughly plunged his 
penis into her. Sally even in her dazed state, tried to resist. Sam 
smashed another blow to her face. Sally could feel bones breaking. She 
was barely conscious at this point. Sam started pumping away. "I hope 
you get pregnant from this  bitch." All of you uptown whores deserve 
this." Finally, after what seemed an eternity he was finished. Sally lay 
there whimpering. "All that working out doesn't help now, does it." Sam 
them proceeded to pound his fists time and time again straight down at 
her face. Soon her face was a bloody, unrecognizable mess. Sally had 
long sense lost her ability to feel anything. At last, Sam stopped. 
Giving Sally one last kick as he rose to his feet, he started the walk 
back to where he had left his car. A park ranger found Sally about two 
hours later. As the ambulance raced to the hospital, the police officers 
assigned to the case, vowed this would be Sam's last victim. 

Tina Shepherd was newly assigned to the squad investigating the serial 
rapes. She was one of the first officers to arrive at the scene of 
Sally's brutal rape and beating. When she saw Sally, Tina was 
figuratively and literally sick. She went behind the trees and threw 
up." How could anyone do something like this." she thought. "This is one 
sick animal, we have here. We have to do whatever it takes to get him 
off the streets." Tina then joined the other officers at the hospital. 

Tina had wanted to be a police officer for as long as she could 
remember. When other little girls were playing with Barbie dolls, Tina 
was playing cops and robbers with the boys. She had always been a very 
active and athletic child. She naturally started playing organized 
sports at a very early age. She was good at all of them but she excelled 
at softball. She also had a softball coach who seemed to bring out the 
best in her. As she grew older Tina was that rare combination of speed 
and power that all coaches look for but seldom find. She received a 
scholarship to play softball and majored in criminology at college. Tina 
had a naturally muscular build which she improved with a vigorous 
workout routine. When she graduated she had grown to 5'8" and weighed a 
solid 150 pounds of muscle. Most people did not notice her build because 
of her startling good looks. A beautiful face, jet black hair, and clear 
gray eyes captivated most everyone who met her. Only with more careful 
observation was the muscle bulging underneath her clothes noticeable. At 
the academy several cadets made that mistake and underestimated her. 
Many police departments had instituted martial arts programs with the 
advent of female cadets. This particular one however, still used boxing 
as part of the training since the highway patrol still did as well. Tina 
proved very adept at boxing. Male cadets hesitant to mix it up with her 
in the beginning, found themselves getting up from the canvas of the 
ring, when they were able to get up at all. Soon they all went right 
after Tina in the ring, but she more than held her own. She finished 
second in her class, and was assigned to patrol in a very tough area of 
town. She handled her duties flawlessly, and with the push to promote 
women and minorities, she made detective in three years. She continued 
to hit the weights during this time and by the time she was assigned to 
the serial rapist case she could have placed very high in bodybuilding 
competitions. She now weighed 157 pounds with sixteen and one half inch 
biceps, 25 inch quads and a 40 inch chest. She was still drop dead 
gorgeous. 

As the officers analyzed the information they had about the serial 
rapist, they narrowed down the area and type of victim he always chose. 
Tina was asked to go undercover, to try to flush him out. She would wear 
a wire, and be in constant contact with her backup team. The department 
was able to get her a job as a junior executive with an advertising 
firm. She dressed like the other victims, she frequented the same shops, 
restaurants, and bars, even the same gym as Sally Newman. After about 
two weeks, Tina thought she recognized the same car following her from 
work for several days. She alerted the backups. She started stopping at 
a small bakery every evening on her way home. 

Sam was indeed following Tina. He had singled her out as the typical 
snooty, aggressive bitch that he despised and marked her as his next 
victim. He waited patiently outside the bakery each night waiting for 
his chance. He thought she looked a little on the large side, but 
attractive as were all of his victims. As Tina fumbled for her car keys, 
Sam made his move. Pulling his knife from his pocket, there was an 
audible click as he opened the six inch blade. He grabbed Tina from 
behind and placed the knife blade against her throat. He repeated the 
process he had followed with Sally and the other victims. He forced her 
into the car and told her to drive, all the while holding the knife 
pressed to her throat. Sam selected another deserted area in the park, 
and had Tina stop the car. Tina was confident that her backup team was 
right behind them. But as they turned in the direction of the park, a 
delivery truck cut off the pursuit. Although she did not know it, Tina 
was on her own for a while. Sam forced Tina out of the car and ordered 
her to undress. Thinking that help was just around the corner, Tina 
pulled the wire as she slowly removed her clothes, so Sam would not know 
they were being monitored.  Tina finished undressing, and stood there in 
just her bra and panties. Sam was amazed at the body that he finally saw 
up close. "She's still a woman" Sam snarled as still holding the knife, 
he stepped forward and just as he had done with Sally drove his fist 
hard in Tina's belly. 

The results were definitely not the same. It felt like punching a tire, 
as his fist made contact with her armor plated abs. The punch obviously 
did not have the desired effect. While Sam was still surprised by the 
fact that she didn't fold up from his punch, Tina grabbed his knife arm. 
She extended the arm behind him and snapped a kick with her left foot 
right to his elbow. Sam screamed and dropped the knife. Tina kicked it 
into the bushes. Sam charged her again. Tina met him with a wicked right 
that smashed into his cheekbone just under his left eye. Pain exploded 
through Sam's face. He had never been hit that hard in his life. He 
looked up just in time to see her big left fist crush his nose into a 
squashed pug. Blood splattered down his face and on to Tina. Sam dropped 
to his knees. Tina wound up like a field goal kicker and rocked his body 
with a tremendous kick to his ribs. Sam rolled on the ground. Tina now 
had the look of an avenging angel. Sam managed to get to his feet. Tina 
was nowhere in sight. "Look behind you, hotshot" the voice floated on 
the wind. Sam turned toward the sound to be met by a ferocious blast to 
his jaw. His head sailed around to the right. Tina waited for him to 
straighten up. "Now I'll show you about belly punches" With that Tina 
buried her left fist in his belly. Sam felt like he had been run through 
with a sword. Tina caught him and held his shirt. This time her powerful 
right fist sunk even further into his stomach. Sam was wheezing like a 
beached whale. 

He could not believe this beautiful woman was doing this to him. Tina 
blasted his broken nose again. Blood was now streaming down his face 
like a river. " This is for all those women you messed up." With that 
Tina cocked that hard right fist and slammed it into his jaw. Sam spun 
around and fell out cold. Tina walked over to her clothes and found the 
wire. It was still working. She called the backup team, giving her 
location. "Give me about thirty minutes, then come pick me up." she 
said. Sam was just starting to wake up. He could not believe how much 
pain he was in.  He could tell that his cheekbone was fractured and he 
was having a great deal of difficulty breathing through his smashed 
nose. His body was a mass of pain. "At least it's over," he thought to 
himself. "She probably called the cops while I was out"  He saw Tina 
moving closer to him again. His heart froze in terror when he heard what 
she had to say next. "After all of the lives you ruined, you didn't 
think you were going to get off this easy, did you? We're just getting 
started " She then walked back over to Sam. "Come on, tough guy, time to 
party again." 

Don't hurt me anymore, please" Sam pleaded. "How many of those women 
said the same thing to you?" Tina asked. "Let's go, time to pay the 
piper" Sam had finally gotten back to his feet. He tried to run, but 
Tina easily caught him. Sam started begging again, but Tina cut him off 
in mid-sentence with another vicious blast to his gut. She took Sam's 
shirt in both hands and drug him over to a tree. Tina broke off a branch 
and hooked the back of his shirt over the remaining stub. She then 
regarded her victim. With a growl she started ripping thundering punches 
into his abused belly. Deeper and deeper each succeeding punch seemed to 
sink. Her fists disappeared into the flesh of his gut. Sam was gagging, 
he tried to retch up everything left in his stomach. Still Tina blasted 
away. Blood was now flowing out of his mouth. Those terrible punches to 
his belly had caused internal damage. Tina paused to catch her breath. 
Sam was now unable to do anything execpt groan. Tina then looked at his 
face. She thought that the fractured cheekbone and broken nose were a 
good start.  Tina rained hard, ripping punches into his face, designed 
to hurt but not knock him out. Vicious hooking smashes with both fists, 
alternating, left, right, left, right. Both eyes were now closed from 
the rapidly bruising flesh around his eyes. There was now just a strange 
looking lump of red cartilage where his nose used to be. Straight 
punches blasted into Sam's mouth. Teeth splintered and his lips 
ballooned to twice their normal size. 

Just as Sam thought he couldn't possibly feel any more pain, There was a 
splintering sound as Tina's smashing right broke his jaw. Tina looked up 
from her task, and once again observed the results of her efforts. "He 
looks like an abstract painting," she thought. "Big splotches of black, 
blue, purple, and especially red." . Then Tina heard the sirens of the 
approaching backup officers. "Gee, the car is here and it seems like the 
party has just started." She pulled Sam away from the tree.. Tina wound 
up one last time with that awful, big, hard, right fist, and fired her 
hardest punch of the night. It detonated on Sam's broken jaw. Teeth were 
driven right through his upper lip, and a large glop of blood flew out 
of his mouth. Sam flew backwards about five feet and dropped like a 
stone. "Say hello to the plastic surgeon for me, when you wake up in the 
hospital" Tina said. She then quickly grabbed her clothes, got dressed, 
and went to meet the arriving officers. While waiting for them to get 
out of the car, she looked one more time at what used to be Sam's face. 
The brutal beating she had inflicted on him was worse than any he given 
to his victims.  His nose was smashed, his jaw broken, and his cheekbone 
shattered. Both eyes were completely closed, Several teeth had been 
knocked out and two of them were imbedded in his puffed up upper lip. 
His belly and ribs were a mass of bruises. Tina reached down and pulled 
one of the teeth out of his bloated lip. "A souvenir of our evening 
together" she said to the unhearing Sam, and strode out to greet the 
arriving officers.