The Vigilante
by Arby


Carmen Cureson was curled up on the sofa watching the news on televising.
She sat up straight when the reporter announced that the case against
John Hairston, who charged with multiple counts of rape, had been
dismissed because of an error the police had made in procedure. The case
against him was overwhelming. The camera cut to Hairston and his smug
attorney Bob Phillips on the courthouse steps. Hairston made several
disparaging remarks about the police investigation, then when asked about
the rape victims said "They all wanted it, so I gave it to them".
Carmen's blood began to boil. "Something should be done about assholes
like this" she grumbled to the tv set. The more she thought about it, the
more her mind began to formulate a plan. She would be the one to take
care of the John Hairstons of the world. She went to her computer and
began to research John Hairston. She found that he had been charged with
8 counts of rape, and apparently five of those were very solid cases. Now
Hairston would be free to continue his crimes against women. It was
unlikely that any of the charges would be refiled. Carmen vowed to avenge
all of those women that had been victimized by him. All of their pictures
were displayed on the internet. Then she took another look at John
Hairston's picture. She printed out a copy. Carmen looked at herself in
the mirror. Her body reflected all of her hard work over several years in
the gym. Broad shoulders capped with melon shaped muscle, biceps in the
16.5 inches range and growing, a hard, muscled waist and powerful legs
with 27 inch thighs. Carmen took great pride in her magnificent body and
she spent a great deal of time working on it at the gym. Also, she had an
exotic and sexy look compliments of her mixed heritage with cafe au lait
colored skin. Her face was pretty even without makeup, again a gift from
her heritage. In short, she was the complete package of beauty and muscle
that she strived for. However, for all of her physical attributes, she
had only been in two fights in her life. She had easily won both of them,
putting one woman in the hospital who had used a racial slur to her.
Carmen had studied several forms of martial arts as well as straight
boxing over the years, so she had complete confidence in her abilities,
even though they had not been tested all that often. She was not a
violent person, but she felt such revulsion regarding Mr. Hairston that
she would certainly make an exception in his case. Carmen continued her
search on John Hairston looking not only for information about him but
trying to locate where he lived also. At last she found it.

Carmen found Hairston's address, although it was very difficult to do. It
seems the criminals are afforded more protection than the victims. She
followed him for several days, just to figure out his routine, if he had
one. Every Wednesday night he went to a bar in his neighborhood, and
stayed until after midnight. Next Wednesday, he was going to get a
surprise. Carmen went home and carefully selected the outfit she would
wear when she confronted Mr. Hairston. She wanted him to know it was a
woman who was beating him to a pulp. A halter top that exposed her
powerful shoulders and bulging arms. lycra shorts that looked like they
were sprayed on. She would put her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of
the way. However she wanted to do more research first. Carmen drove to
the bar where Hairston hung out. Tonight she was dressed in all black,
with long sleeves on her dress to hide her powerful body. She spotted
Hairston immediately and sat next to him and ordered a glass of merlot.
Hairston struck up a conversation with her. Carmen was charming and soon
she had John Hairston wrapped around her little finger. She finally left
with a "I'll see you later, big boy." John thought he had found his next
victim. If he had only known what was in store for him, he would have run
out and got into his car and left town as fast as he could.

The next Wednesday night finally arrived. Carmen could feel her heart
rate increase as she got in her car and drove to John Hairston's
neighborhood. She watched him go into his house, the throwing a jacket
over her upper body once again to hide it, she knocked on his door. What
he must have felt seeing this vision of beauty standing at his front
door. He immediately recognized her as the woman from the bar. He opened
the door. "My car has broken down and the battery in my cell phone is
dead. Could I use your phone?" This was her line to get inside the door.
"Of course, please come in" Hairston replied. He pointed out the phone.
Carmen picked it up but found no dial tone. She looked around and
Hairston was standing there holding the line in his hand. He had
unplugged it. "I have something else in mind" he said. "That's funny" she
replied "Because I do too." With that she slipped out of her jacket.
Hairston gasped as he got his first glimpse of her muscular frame.
However, he had never had any trouble handling a woman and he didn't
expect any now. He started toward her. Instead of backing up or trying to
run, Carmen moved forward to meet him. Her foot shot out and her heel
crashed into his knee. He gasped in pain and dropped to one knee. Carmen
pulled him to his feet and buried her hard fist in his belly. Hairston's
eyes got the size of saucers and he couldn't breath. Carmen followed up
with several more vicious shots to his weakened stomach. Her big fist
smashed over and over again into his now soft belly as she got all of her
considerable strength into each brutal blow. Carmen, in her limited
fighting experience, loved belly punches. She continued to wreak havoc
with Hairston's stomach with her big, hard fist. "Gutting" was about to
become one of her favorite sports. She could feel his stomach turning to
mush beneath her fist. She could also feel herself beginning to get wet
between her legs. She realized that this was almost better than sex! She
was actually getting turned on from beating him. Hairston finally vomited
up all of the beer he had consumed on his carpet. Carmen stepped back
quickly when she realized what was going to happen, to keep the foul
smelling stuff from getting on her. When he finished she entwined her
fingers in his hair and pulled him to his feet again. This time her
mallet fist smashed into his nose, crushing it into a flat lump of bloody
tissue and spraying blood everywhere. She quickly followed that with
several savage punches to his eyes, which began to swell instantly. They
would be closed in a very short time. Crisp, hooking punches bruised and
bloodied the flesh around his eyes. Carmen then shifted her attention to
his mouth. Brutal, hammering smashes ripped and tore his lips to shreds
and broke off several of his teeth, and knocked out several others. She
had been punching to hurt and injure him not to knock him out. Now she
was about finished. There was not even one small area of his face or
belly that she had not brutalized with her big, concrete block hard
fists. She was also very near orgasm. She held him upright with her left
hand which was wrapped in his bloodstained shirt. Hairston was now
begging her to stop. "Please, please stop. Don't hit me anymore, I'll do
anything you want, just please don't hit me again." he mumbled through
his torn, balooning lips and broken teeth. Carmen looked into his eyes
through the slits that were not quite swollen shut yet. She could see the
pain reflected there and also the fear. That turned her on even more.
"Too late, asshole! you didn't have any mercy on your victims so I'm not
having any for you either". She delivered another smash to each eye to
make sure that they would be completely swollen shut. Then her
sledgehammer right fist exploded another bomb in his battered belly.
Hairston bent double and his feet lifted up off the floor. He seemed to
be suspended on her fist for an instant. When his feet made contact with
the floor, Carmen positioned him just so with her left hand getting his
jaw and chin at exactly the right angle for her. She brought her right
fist up from the floor in a titanic uppercut. It landed with a loud crack
under the point of his chin and Hairston's feet left the floor again and
he sailed backward to crash into the wall. He slowly slid down the wall
and flopped over on his side, he was unconscious before he even hit the
wall. It was immediately obvious that his jaw had been not just broken,
but shattered. Carmen slowly walked over to him and prodded him with her
foot. She got no reaction what so ever. She smiled as she looked at what
used to be his face which her fists had re-arranged into a mass of
bruised, broken and bloody tissue. Hairston would be out for quite some
time she thought. Carmen flexed her mountainous biceps. She slowly ran
her hand over arm, feeling first just the sheer size of it, then the
hardness. It felt like an iron cannonball. She was actually turning
herself on again. She was getting wet. Carmen gave her right biceps one
final squeeze and relaxed her big arm. She knew that she should leave.
She checked to make sure that she had retrieved everything that belonged
to her and left the house. One last look at the rapist that she had just
destroyed. He still had not moved at all. "It will be a long time before
he attacks anyone else" she said as she drove away.

Carmen was once again sitting on her sofa watching the news. The reporter
was talking about the attack on the alleged rapist, John Hairston. He was
currently in a local hospital being treated for his injuries which were
many and very severe. Even with the best plastic surgeons, his face would
never be very attractive again, too many broken bones and at least half
of his teeth had been either broken or knocked out. One eye socket was
broken, along with his nose and jaw. He also had serious internal
injuries from the battering his belly had received that had required
surgery to repair. Carmen sat back with a satisfied look on her face.
"There is something good about this vigilante business" she thought with
a big smile. She would scan the newspapers and the tv news for another
bad guy who got off and perhaps she would strike again.