Beauty and the beast
By Beaten Man - Replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
A brutal bully gets his just rewards


Jake Hubbard was an asshole. Pardon me for speaking so frankly but that's what
he was. Always had been, always would of been. Wow - It feels good to get that
out in the open

Now before I get started relating my remarkable tale I would like to take a
moment to thank my dear friend John who is allowing me to use his "nom de
plume" at this web site to tell my story. I tell it at his suggestion. I have
recently undergone a terrible trauma, experiencing feelings and emotions I
never knew existed within me. Some of them are troubling. He feels writing
down exactly what happened will help me to come to accept the new realities I
have discovered . I'm sorry I used your real name John but you deserve the
credit for helping me get this matter off my chest. I will apologize now to
the readers for the violence contained herein and thank them for their
indulgance. This may take a while to tell. You know how it is with us gals. We
just love to talk.

Let's get started. My husband Ralph and I are a childless couple in our late
thirties. We live in a suburban housing development in South Florida. Now I
know what you're thinking. That we had some sort of tiff and I beat him up.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Ralph is a kind, gentle man who
wouldn't knowingly hurt anyone. Thats why I love him so.. He's not a wimp
either. He just does not like confrontation. He likes sports and is quite
athletic. As a matter of fact we both like athletic activites. We jog
together, swim together, work out at the club together ,bicycle together. we
even took a six week self defense course together. We are so compatible we are
the envy of all our married friends. We even look similar. We both have black
hair. mine is shoulder length, thick and wavy while Ralphs is cut short with a
widows peak. We both have green eyes. I am 5' 10"

and Ralph is 5' 10.. He weighs 180 and I weigh 170. We are even built alike.
We both have long toned swimmers type of muscles though mine do have a
disgusting habit of swelling up when I bend my arm up from the elbow - I think
thats called flexing. The biggest physical difference between us is in the
obvious areas. While his butt is straight up and down mine of course flares
out roundly below my hips. And obviously my chest is different than his. Don't
go thinking I'm not feminine either because of my height and weight. I measure
38 -25 -38 and I've been told by more than a few men that I look, as they say,
yummy in my bikini. I don't have an ounce of unneeded fat on me. Ralph can't
keep his hands off me at night. And I thank God for that.

No, Ralph isn't the problem. Its that God awful Jake Hubbard who lives three
doors away from us in our development. He is big, mean and down right nasty.
He has had run ins with just about every household in the neighborhood. He has
even beaten up a few of the men who dared to have a cross word with him. The
man is a brute. he stands at least 6' 6'' tall and must weigh 270 Lbs if he
weighs an ounce. He has thickly muscled arms and a great hairy barrel chest.
He almost looks like a weight lifter except for the beer belly that he so
proudly displays. His mostly receded greasy salt and pepper hair is usually
tied off in a ponytail.as is fashionable nowadays with so many balding men.
Jake is married though no one in the neighborhood ever sees his wife. The few
times she has made an appearance her eyes were usually hidden behind dark
glasses and she would wear a scarf to hide the rest of her face. All the women
in the area feel sorry for her having to live with such an animal. We have
often speculated that he beats her and that is why she remains unseen or
covered up. Jake is a long distance trucker so thankfully he is away most of
the time. When he is around he drives a Harley Davidson Motorcycle. The few
friends he has appear to be other bikers he rides with. They look as unsavory
as him. Needless to say he doesn't maintain his house. It is the neighborhood
disgrace.

The rest of our neighbors are great people. We get along famously with the
other couples that live nearby. We all party at one anothers homes almost
every weekend. All, that is except Jake. We go out of our way to avoid that
troublemaker. And that is where the story really begins.

Last week it was our turn to host the weekly block party. There were about a
dozen couples lounging around our home most, by the pool area., Ralph had the
BBQ fired up and I was tending to the margaritas. We had people in the pool,
people in the spa, people playing volleyball, and even people using our
bowflex machine. Everyone was eating and drinking and having a great time.

Of course Jake was not invited. No one ever invited him. Luckily he was
usually away on the weekends so we didn't have to feel bad about excluding
him. This weekend it was our misfortune that he was in town. He arrived at our
party unannounced about 3 PM along with his wife. He was wearing a ridiculous
speedo bathing suit with his beer belly hanging over the low waistband. His
poor wife had on her usual dark glasses and scarf. She also had on a long
sleeve sweater in the heat of the Florida summer. It was obvious she had been
recently beaten. Jake announced his arrival by belching and asking where us
"a-holes" kept the beer.

Not wishing to be rude my husband greeted the new arrivals warmly and hustled
to get Jake his beer. Jakes wife skulked away and sat by herself away from the
other partyers as Jake began circulating, leering at all the women, insulting
first one couple and then another. Everyone was uncomfortable having him
around but we were all too terrified of the man to be anything but polite.
Ralph, to his credit, did everything he could do to keep the big gorilla happy
but the party was all but over once the neighbor from hell arrived. One by one
the other couples made their excuses and stole away. By 4:30 Jake and his
mouselike wife were the only couple left.

Having run out of couples to insult Jake now turned his attention to us. Hey
geek he said to Ralph, hustle me up another beer and get one for your wife.
she looks thirsty. As soon as Ralph was gone Jake stood over me ogling my
breasts from above. Nice rack he said. Now I am not used to people talking to
me that way and I told Jake so in no uncertain terms. He just laughed and then
actually put his filthy hand on my breast - right in front of his wife. I was
terrified Ralph would see him and say something.

Well he did. And like a knight in shining armor he came to my defense. He
walked right up to Jake and quite bravely asked him to remove his hand from my
boob. And if I don't wimp came the monsters reply. Then I will have to ask you
to leave Ralph said. Without a word Jake removed his hand from my tit. But
instead of leaving he balled up his hamlike fist and punched my poor Ralph
right in his face. When Ralph fell jake jumped on him and began raining
punches on my husbands face. He hit Ralph at least a half a dozen times all
told.

I was frantic, screaming at Jake to leave Ralph alone. I begged his wife, who
looked away, to help.

My screaming at least had the effect of interupting Jakes beating of Ralph. He
stood and turned his attention to me. Jake was between me and the house, my
back was to the lake, I had no where to run. I screamed for help hoping
someone would hear.me. I was lucky, or maybe I should say Jake was. - someone
did.

Our neighbor Jim from across the street is a deputy with the Martin County
Sheriffs office. He was just arriving home from his shift when he heard my
cries for help. He showed up just as Jake was getting to me. He saw Ralph
laying unconcious on the ground and demanded to know what was going on. "The
wimp took a poke at me so I decked him" was the way Jake explained it. That's
not true. I said. He attacked my husband without any provocation. He's beaten
him brutally. Jm then asked Jakes wife what she had seen. For the first time
in memory I heard her speak. Whatever my husband says is the truth. She said
it haltingly in almost a whisper. It was apparent to both Jim and I that she
was just too terrified of her husband to do anything but back up his lies.

Jim ordered Jake to leave our property and warned him if there was anymore
trouble he would run him in. He then called for an ambulance and waited with
me until it arrived. As we waited for the paramedics Jim advised me that there
wasn't much he could do as long as Jake's wife corroborated his story. He
advised me to go to the courthouse in the morning and take a restraining order
out on Jake. He also said I should hire and attorney and sue Jake for Ralph's
medical expenses. By then the ambulance arrived. I of course insisted on
accompanying my Husband. I rode with Ralph to the hospital staying with him
until I saw him comfortable and safely sleeping in his room..

About 11pm I returned home exhausted. I just wanted to go to sleep and put the
horrifying day behind me. I showered and prepared for bed. Normally at bed
time I would put on a sexy lingerie and Ralph would become instantly aroused
at the sight of my body and make passionate love to me. But tonight my dear
man was in the hospital thanks to that miserable ape Jake and I was alone. I
just put on my black thong panties and laid down down on the cool sheets, I
was asleep in moments.

I awoke with a start, something was wrong. I could hear noises coming from
behind our house. I looked at the clock. it was 2 AM. I wrapped a blanket
around me to cover myself, grabbed a flashlight and went out back to
investigate. Our house is a corner lot on a lake, We have lots of property and
it took several minutes to check all around. I could find nothing out of the
ordinary but as I was preparing to go back inside I looked over in the far
corner of the lot where we had a recently purchased storage shed. Really
nothing more than a 10 X 6 hard rubber box with a door.

The door was ajar. We don't keep anything in the shed and I couldn't imagine
what anybody would want in an empty box. Perhaps a neighbors pet is in there I
thought. I went to investigate.

Cautiously.I opened the door and shined the light inside. The shed was empty.
I was about to turn and leave when I was suddenly and roughly shoved from
behind. I fell into the shed face first against the rear wall. I didn't have
to turn around to know who the prowler was. I could smell the foul odor of
digested beer and stale cigar smoke. I turned to face Jake. The beasts huge
body filled the doorway. he stood there leering at me, still wearing his gross
speedos. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw a threatening bulge in his
trunks.

Howdy neighbor, glad you could come to my party he said. Leave right now Jake
or I swear I will call the police was all I could think to say. You seem to
like the cops he said. I'm going to teach you how to keep your big mouth shut.
And when I'm finished with that lesson I'm going to show you how a real man
services a bitch. He reached across the tiny room and grabbed the end of the
blanket and roughly jerked it from my grasp. I was now practically naked,
isolated and alone with a maniacal bully. A huge menacing maniacal bully. I
was terrified. Not of the beating I was sure he planned for me, but at the
very thought of that slobbering pig violating my body.

The room was airless, dark and tiny. As I said 6 X 10. There was barely enough
room for the two of us inside. Jake wanted to be close. He stepped in and shut
the door. He reached for my naked breast and I slapped his hand away. He
reached again and again I slapped away his paw..I kept warning him not to
touch me. He smiled, I'm sure he though pleasantly, and slapped me hard in the
face. It was obvious he meant business and I was entirely on my own.

I remembered learning in the self defense class Ralph and I attended that a
man's most vulnerable spot is his crotch. I let my knee fly to the brutes
groin. Nothing happened , he just smiled at me.

I tried again, this time harder. Still no change. Jake just smiled evily. He
tapped his crotch and I heard the solid sound of Plastic. You're not the first
cunt thats tried that with me Jake growled. I always wear a cup when I'm
hunting poon tang. The mans language was as coarse as his demeanor.

Lesson time he said.

We faced each other in the tiny room. It was as hot as a sauna and we were
both sweating, mine I'm sure, smelling a lot better than Jakes. I was nearly
naked save for the tiny thong I was wearing, Nothing to use as a weapon. It
would be a shame to bust up that pretty face my tormentor said and with that
he punched me in the stomach with his left hand. I let out an involuntary oof
and he punched me again, this time with his right hand even harder. I had
never in my life been punched before. I was surprised that not only was I not
laying on the ground, I was not even really hurt.

I felt the punches but they did not knock the wind from me. Thank you Ralph
for making me do my crunches every day. The bully looked at me suspiciously,
his pig eyes narrowing. One of them bitches that likes pain he said. Here have
some more and with that he punched me a tremendouse blow really low on my
belly. I doubled over . Then I did something I have never in my life done. I
straightened back up and punched the arrogant bastard as hard as I could in
his stomach. The smell of stale beer filled the room as his breath whooshed
out. I can't explain how marvelous it was to see this great hairy ape doubled
over in pain. The look alone on his face was worth whatever beating he planned
for me in retaliation. And right there, right then I made up my mind. If he
wanted me he would pay dearly for his feast. I would fight him with every
ounce of my being.

I remembered what he'd done to my Ralph. I thought of his poor terrified wife.
I thought of how he had invaded ours and our neighbors lives. I didn't care if
he was nine feet tall. If it was me he wanted, it was a fight he'd get.

Jake straigtened up and threw a looping right at my face. My left arm shot out
and intercepted the blow, My right fist flew as if it had a mind of its own
straight at Jakes jaw. My punch landed with a satisfying thwack. Jake stumbled
back holding his jaw. Score one for the ladies team..

The adrenaline rush that came over me was like a fresh tide of strength.
Having decided to fight and having actually struck the jerk my terror melted.
It was replaced by cold rage. Come and get me you big pile of shit I said.
Jake looked at me with murder in his eyes. So the bitch wants it rough does
she. Well I'm just the man to oblige. I put up my fists like they showed me in
class, challenging Jake. He put us his fists and said lets find out what you
got bitch. With that he headed for me.

We met in the center of the tiny room, a male and a female, each essentially
naked, each intent on dominating the other. Somewhere a million years ago
there must have been a similar battle which forever shaped the relationship of
man to woman. This time I prayed for a different outcome.

Jake struck me on the forheard with his jab. I jabbed back at his nose. Once,
twice, three times

I struck in the same place. The water that filled his eyes as the blood
dripped from his nostrils was ample reward for the pain in my knuckles. Jake
roared and punched again at my stomach. Right, left, right the blows came in
order. Then he punched my chin. I refused to back up instead I launched my own
fists at the demons face. My right caught his mouth, my left his eye. It was
the demon that backed up..

Seeing Jake retreat gave me a warm pleasurable feeling between my legs. Not
unlike the feeling when my Ralph would come to me in the nights. I felt the
familiar tingling in my breasts as my nipples stiffened. I was now an aroused
warrior queen hungry to see my foes flesh crushed with my bare hands.

Like a jungle predator I stalked my prey cautiously. The beast I was hunting
had fists for fangs, he would fight. This battle would be long and hard. Our
bodies clashed together in the center of our tiny arena. Jake threw a right
which I blocked. While I held his right hand against my left he punched with
his left. That punch was met with my right arm. We stood with our arms
extended over our heads in the space between us. I grabbed Jakes right hand
with my left,one he grabbed my right with his. Our fingers locked together. We
strained against each other. Slowly Jake began to push me back towards the
wall behind me. It was only a few feet, I was soon pinned to the wall by Jakes
foul smelling body our hands still intertwined above us.

I pushed and strained to keep him from pinning my hands above me on the wall.
Jake redoubled his efforts and I redoubled mine. The mighty beasts foul breath
assailed my nostrils as his head neared mine and still I struggled. Both of
our bodies shook with effort. Slowly, inch by inch my arms moved from the
wall. I leaned into Jake and pushed with all my strength. Our eyes locked as
we pushed against each other. His filled with surprise, mine with cold fury.
The bully gave up an inch, then another, then another.. We were back in the
center still straining our bodies. I pushed with new strength, a gift from the
warrior goddesses. Jake was now nearing the opposite wall.and I pushed harder.
Now his back was to the wall and I was struggling to pin his hands above him.
The surprise in his eyes slowly giving way to confusion. The warm pleasurable
feeling between my legs intensified to a white heat. My erect nipples were now
straining to erupt from my breasts. My breath was a hot wind on the beasts
face. You will pay I snarled ..

I was suddenly filled with the desire to feel his flesh against my fists
again. I released Jakes hands and stepped back once again raisng my fists.
Jake hesitated against the wall. He looked at me as if I had suddenly grown
another head. His confused look intesified still further the waves of arousal
in my breasts and loins. Fight me you fat coward I yelled. I want to feel your
bones break in my hands. Crazy bitch he yelled. I'll kill you. Then what are
you waiting for I yelled back..

Jake bellowed and attacked like an enraged bull. His great fists came at me
like missiles. We exchanged right and left punches, both of his blows to my
jaw both of mine to his. He tried to kill me with a roundhouse right that
mashed my cheek. I rolled to my right with the punch and delivered my own
right hand, low on his beltline, burying my fist deep in his disgusting flesh.
The beast wheezed in pain as his drool dripped at my feet. He returned a left
to my stomach. I called him a soft bag of shit and hit him in the mouth. The
beast spat blood and teeth on the floor and staggered back. Again the warrior
queen had beaten back her foe. My loins were in flames as I watched the
monster bleed.

We stood eyeing one another barely two feet apart, our chests heaving as we
struggled to find oxygen in the sweltering room. We had been fighting for a
quarter hour in the oppressive heat.

What had been merely torrents of perspiration earlier was now a raging river.
The floor of the shed was wet and slippery with the fluids of our bodies. The
sliver of moonlight visible under the door cast a reflective glow that
illuminated the shimmering beads of sweat that bathed my breasts and
shoulders..

My arms felt as though the muscles might suddenly burst through my skin. The
intense effort had caused them to grow hard. I flexed my biceps and as they
swelled said to the ignorant ox in front of me that these were the only parts
of my body he would ever feel. He would feel them as they ground him to a fine
powder. I raised my fists again and closed the distance between us hurling
obsenities as I advanced. The beast, no less hungry for revenge than I stepped
forward to meet me.

This time I stepped in as close to the brute as I could. I wanted to look into
his eyes as my punches tore the flesh from his face. I wanted him to see
clearly the body that would destroy him. He had threatened to show me how a
"real man" serviced a bitch. Now I wanted to show him a real womans body and
what it was capable of.

We stood toe to toe, only our fists seperated us. We again began exchanging
blows. This time the punches were short, thrown inside one anothers guards. He
tested my chin with an uppercut. My head remained steady and I returned a
punch to his nose wiping the blood and snot from my hand on his chest as I
withdrew my fist. He wasted two more punches on my stomach as

I closed his left eye with an overhand right. I ducked and his counter left
sailed over my head. I rotated first left and then right delivering a punch to
his stomach with each turn of my body My sweaty breasts swaying back and forth
each time I swung a fist.

Jakes punches began to lose their steam as the battle raged. His breathing was
labored as he panted and gasped for air. I pressed forward with new energy and
he slowly retreated. My punches found his face again and again. My left broke
his nose , the blood and cartillage sprayed against the wall. My right cracked
his jaw and the once mighty beasts knees buckled. He pitched forward grabbing
at me for support. He hung from my shoulders as I drove punches deeper and
deeper into his swollen belly. I felt his bleeding lips on my breasts as his
face slid across my chest. My passion gorged nipples poked at his eyes. I
stepped back and let Jake sag to his knees.

The waves of pleasure between my legs were building to volcanic proportions.
My juices soaked my thong and ran down my legs. I hungered for release.
Normaly when aroused I had Ralph's manhood to satisfy my desires. This evening
I would have Jakes. Not the manhood between his legs. That manhood I would
pull out by its roots and display as a trophy on my wall. The manhood I would
take to satisfy my lust was his inner soul. His pride, his dignity, his
strength.

The beast would satisfy me this night as no man had ever satisfied a woman.

I looked down at Jake. The turd that was a man that was a beast was on his
hands and knees.

His ugly head hung down between his ape like arms, The blood streaming from
his nose and mouth puddled on the floor beneath him. In the pool of blood
floated chunks of tooth and snot and other unmentionable excretions from his
body. Get up I yelled. Get up and fight.

The beast pushed himself up from the floor and hurled himself at me. He drove
his shoulder into my torso wrapping his great arms around my body. He stood
straight and began to tighten the bear hug around my chest. I forced my pinned
arms up and through the space between his arms and chest until my hands met at
his back. I tightened my embrace to match his. We strained to tighten our
holds upon each other, each attempting to crush the other, My rock hard
nipples indented his flesh as my breasts were mashed against his chest. We
stood locked in one anothers arms, as close as two lovers at the point of
mutual climax. Only our labored breathing broke the silence.

We squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. The beast began to grunt. His grunts
turned to screams as his ribs cracked against my breasts. The feel of his
bones breaking intensified the mad sensations of pleasure in my nipples. Waves
of primitive sensuality rushed outward from deep within my womanhood I felt my
clitoris throb as the beast surrendered his grip and his arms dropped to his
side.

Jake sagged in my embrace, His dead weight became a burden to support. I drove
his body against the far wall and uncoiled my arms. I pressed my left forearm
against his throat to steady him and began pounding my right fist into his
face. I continued to punch until I ran out of unbroken targets, I then shifted
my attack and used both fists to punish his body as it slid down the wall to
the floor.

I stood above my hated foe. I straddled his legs which were stretched out in
front of him. He sat on the floor, his back resting against the wall. His
hideous head hung down on his chest spilling gore onto his lap. I was insane
with the desire for sexual release. On your feet I screamed as I kicked at his
belly. Jake raised his left arm and extended it straight out in front of him,
his palm facing out. A silent indication he wished to stop. I grabbed his
fingers and squeezed until I heard them breaking over the sounds of his
screams. Still holding his dead hand I sat on his lap. I cupped my palm
beneath his chin and raised his head to look into his eyes. Gone were the
looks of cruelty and brutality. Gone too was the surprise and confusion. Now I
saw only fear in his eyes, his ruined face was a mask of abject terror. I
shuddered with delight. I held his chin in my left hand and drove my right
fist into his face until I could no longer recognize his features. I released
his chin and his face fell against my breasts smearing them with viscous
fluids. Get up I repeated

as I rose from his lap, my body covered with his blood.

Please, no more the bully mumbled through broken teeth. Please, I beg you to
stop. I'll do anything you want. I'll kiss your ass, I'll lick your toes. I'll
do anything only please for the love of God stop.

As he begged me for mercy I felt the climax building inside my core. I grabbed
his thinning hair and banged his head against the wall. As he groveled the
climax intensified. I rolled him to his stomach and sat upon his back as
shudders of ecstacy racked my body. I laced my fingers beneath his chin and
pulled back on his head. The pain in his spine drove the beast to further
humble himself beneath me, His pleas filled the room and echoed off the walls.
My body erupted in climax. I convulsed repeatedly as the pungent aroma of my
release arose from between my legs.

The room became deadly quiet. The screams and pleas stopped reverberating
around us. Only the sound of my heavy breathing and my soft moans of pleasure
were audible. I released Jakes lifeless head and fell back against the wall ,
suddenly weary and completely spent. The turd that was a man that was a beast
that was a corpse lay beneath me. The warrior queen lay back and succombed to
the inviting arms of sleep.

........................

I awoke to a muffled voice calling my name. My bruised face and aching body a
silent reminder of the evenings battle. The stifling room reeked of death and
violence. I was .overcome by nausea and began to retch.

With my stomach emptied I pulled the blood stained blanket from beneath Jakes
body and wrapped myself to hide my nudity. " I'm in the shed" I called out
hoarsely

The door opened and Jim appeared in the doorway. " What in Gods name happened
here?" he asked. Your next door neighbor called the Department last night
complaining of screams coming from your home. We've been searching for you for
hours. Then he saw Jake laying face down beneath me and his eyes widened as he
drew his service revolver.

Don't worry I said, he's dead. He came here last night and assaulted me. Then
he tried to rape me. I was being truthful as was attested by my bruises. I
would not however speak of our intimate and private war..

What happened to him? Jim asked.

I was too much woman for him was my simple reply.