Hell Hath No Fury...
By Beaten Man   Replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
A Woman Scorned is a Dangerous Thing


Mark Nordstrom was not a man who left things to chance. When he bought a car
he would spend months researching which make and model was the best value.
Once he'd made up his mind he would personally visit every dealership within a
hundred miles to make sure he got the very best deal. He knew the value of a
dollar and the value of a little hard work.

His personal life was no different. Mark was thirty six years old and quite
successful. he had been a life long bachelor and now it was time to settle
down and raise a family. If he was that careful buying a car, you could just
imagine how careful he was picking a wife.

What Mark wanted was someone both beautiful and unspoiled, someone who would
love and worship him because he gave her a better life. To Mark the perfect
woman looked like Angelina Jolie, behaved like Mother Theresa and came from
little Orphan Annie's background. And she must be a virgin, Mark wanted no
part of any woman who had given herself to another man, his ego dictated that
she have no one to compare him to. He would be the best she'd ever had.

That certainly wasn't the type of woman you would find hanging around at TGI
Fridays or shopping at Macy's, He knew better than to try the club scene
searching for a good woman. He was sure the only women he would meet that way
were just floozies out for a meal ticket. He thought about the dating services
and computer match sites but discarded them as places where losers congregate.
So the handsome six foot tall control freak began searching on the Internet.
What the two hundred pound ex college jock was looking for was a place where
he could browse an assortment of women who would not have the same sort of
expectations as the, what he considered to be, spoiled American women have.
Eventually his searching brought Mark to a site that offered to set American
men up with Russian women who wished to emigrate to America for a better life.

The site seemed to be the answer to his problems. There were literally
thousands of women to choose from and there was no cost to get the
information. Not only that but he could contact and meet the women at no
obligation. Only if he married her and brought her back to the United States
would he have to pay the small fee that the site required. He could "test
drive" his prospective bride and if she was not to his satisfaction it didn't
cost him a thing.

Mark screened at least a thousand woman and finally settled on a short list of
ten. Each of the ten women were from peasant backgrounds and lived in rural
areas of Russia. And all ten of them were absolutely gorgeous, that is if
their pictures were to be believed.

Mark contacted all ten women and based on his initial conversations with them
he eventually got the list down to three. He then sent each of the three a
detailed questionnaire that they were to fill out and return to him along with
a recent and un-retouched photo. Based upon their replies to his screening
process he managed to settle on one. Her name was Natasha Kournski and she
lived in a small farming village about 150 miles from Minsk.

Natasha was easily the most beautiful of all the women he reviewed. She was
five foot nine inches tall and weighed a well proportioned one hundred and
fifty pounds. Her measurements were 36-23-36 which to Mark seemed perfect. She
had long brown chestnut colored hair which she kept in a simple ponytail and
large green almond shaped eyes. She was 32 years old and had never been
married. Her family was dirt poor and she made a little extra money by taking
in laundry from the other women in her village. That she did in her spare time
when she wasn't working ten hours a day, six days a week helping her parents
run their small farm. She was gorgeous, poor and desperate for a better life.
Mark had found his perfect woman.

Mark made arrangements to go to Russia and meet Natasha. This was the final
test. Would they be compatible and would she pass his final examination? That
and he also wanted to meet her family, after all, there was her genealogy to
be considered. One month after his initial contact with her Mark found himself
pulling up to the small farmhouse just outside the tiny Russian village of
Norvotskin where Natasha lived.

If anything Natasha was even more beautiful in person than her best pictures
showed. Her complexion was flawless and her figure made his mouth water. Not
only were her womanly attributes "outstanding" but the years of hard farm
labor had left her strong and smoothly muscled. To be sure there would be no
unexpected expenses he examined her medical and dental records. He checked on
her school transcripts, he even interviewed her neighbors and friends. She was
healthy, beautiful, educated and spoke English like a an American, everything
was perfect.

He found her family to be hardworking and simple people. There didn't seem to
be any genetic disorders and as far as Mark was concerned he had met his
bride. There was only one thing left to determine. Was she any good in the
sack? That would be her last test, sexual compatibility.

At first Natasha was reluctant, she was saving herself for the man she
married. It was important to her and especially her family that she be
untouched by any man other than her husband. Mark was inflexible in the matter
explaining that he wouldn't buy a car without driving it first and he
certainly wouldn't have a bride he hadn't fully tested either. She would go
away with him for a romantic weekend at a nearby resort or she could keep on
looking for another wealthy American.

He left her no choice, her family had gone to a good deal of expense paying
the brokers who had arranged to list her on the Web site, Mark was her only
opportunity. She agreed to go away with him for three days. Mark was, to say
the least ecstatic, he could hardly wait to get her in bed. They left that
very afternoon for a small resort 150 miles away in Minsk.

At first everything went well. The hotel was small and intimate, the room was
filled with flowers and there was champagne chilling in a bucket. Natasha had
never been to a hotel or sipped champagne, she was in a world that she'd only
dreamed of. It was such a romantic setting that she quickly forgot her fears
of intimacy. As soon as they were alone she threw her arms around Mark and
kissed him passionately. They probably would have made love there and then but
were interrupted by the hotel's room service. Mark had made arrangements for a
private dinner in the room complete with candles ..

They ate caviar and roast quail as the attentive waiter kept their glasses
filled with champagne and red wine. As they ate Natasha silently thanked the
gods for this new world she found herself in while Mark anxiously counted the
minutes until the meal would be done and they would be alone.

At last the meal was finished, the dishes were cleared away and the waiter
took his leave, now the lovemaking could begin.. The door was hardly closed
when Mark took Natasha by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He removed
her clothing as well as his own and pulled her into the shower. As the warm
water fell on them he soaped her fabulous body and ran his hands over every
part of it. His touch awakened the long suppressed desires of the beautiful
Russian virgin. She began to breath hard and her nipples became stiff at his
touch. She pushed her body against his and put her arms around him grinding
her crotch against his. They teased each other in the steam filled bathroom
until they both felt as though they would explode from their passion.

They slid to the tile floor and pressed their wet soapy bodies together. She
screamed as he entered her body and she momentarily stiffened from the initial
shock of his penetration. but within seconds her initial discomfort was
replaced by the warm feeling of carnal desire, She began thrusting her hips in
the natural womanly rhythm of love making.

Mark responded with vigor. He licked at her perfect breasts and nipped at her
rock hard nipples. She moaned with passion and began moving even faster. Mark
could contain himself no longer and with a final groan he erupted in climax
and collapsed on to her body.

Is that it Natasha thought to herself as she lay beneath him still smoldering
with passion. She continued to move her hips in an attempt to re-stimulate
Mark. She whispered in his ear of how she wanted more of him and rubbed her
breasts against his face. Mark moaned that he needed a few moments to collect
himself, promising her that soon there would be much much more.

They arose from the floor and dried themselves off. As they did Natasha licked
at Marks dick in an attempt to reawaken it. Slowly he began to respond to her
stimulation. At the first signs of life from Mark's penis Natasha led him to
the bed and laid him down on his back. She took his member in her mouth and
teased it until it was fully erect. When it was she settled down upon it and
began to ride it as though it were a pony. With her hands on either side of
his head and her nipples nestled against his face she slid up and down his
dick, all the while telling him how wonderful it felt. Marks passion was now
fully returned, he bucked and thrust beneath her. Faster and faster she rode
him until once again Mark exploded in a powerful climax. This time he lay
beneath her on the comfortable bed totally spent. Within moments he was
asleep. And once again Natasha was left wanting more.

So twice more that evening Natasha would awaken Mark from his sleep to make
love to her. The first time she awakened him they made love for almost thirty
minutes until she finally screamed and convulsed in climax. It was the first
she'd ever experienced. Mark, at the same time, experienced his third climax
of the short evening and fell heavily asleep. The climax so inspired her that
within an hour she was shaking him awake for another go around. Mark couldn't
keep up and finally fell back asleep as she futilely licked at his dick..

By six that morning she was shaking him awake again and again asking him to
make love to her. This time Mark begged off saying that they should have
breakfast and fortify themselves so that they would have the strength for a
full day of passion. Reluctantly she agreed and left him in the bedroom while
she went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

As she showered Mark began to have second thoughts about her. He had
anticipated a shy virgin who he would tutor in the art of pleasing a man. He
wasn't expecting a nymphomaniac that he couldn't keep up with. He felt
inadequate and put off by the experience. Once was great. Two times was nice.
But four times a night was out of the question. He wasn't a dildo or a
vibrator he was a man and a man had limits. A woman should understand that.

Mark decided that he would give her a chance to get sex off her mind by taking
her out for the day. While they were having breakfast in the hotel restaurant
he asked her what there was to do in the area. We could go upstairs she
replied. as she coyly took his hand and began leading him towards the
elevators.

In desperation Mark suggested that they instead spend the morning at the local
museum and then, after lunch they could think about returning to the room for
another go round.. Natasha was confused by his reluctance to resume their
lovemaking but at the same time didn't want to do anything that would upset
him or appear to forward so she agreed to his plans.

The day went well enough but by two in the afternoon they were back in their
hotel room wondering what to do with the rest of the day. Natasha decided she
would stimulate Mark with a seductive strip tease. Mark, now fully recovered
from the previous evening, was inspired by the slow revealing of her strong
feminine body and attacked her midway through her dance.. She responded by
kneeling and taking his stiffening manhood in her mouth. Mark groaned and
within moments was begging for release. They rolled on the bed tearing each
others remaining clothes off and then made passionate love.

Fifteen minutes later Mark was napping and Natasha was desperately trying to
still the heat in her loins that Marks inept lovemaking had left her with. She
kept awakening him from his nap attempting to re-inspire him. Each time she
tenderly shook him awake Mark would angrily push her away and tell her that he
needed more time to recover. Eventually she gave up on him and retired to the
bathroom where she fulfilled her own needs.

That evening, as they ate dinner, Mark made his dissatisfaction with her
aggressiveness known. He scolded her for not allowing him to take the
initiative, telling her it was the man not the woman whose job it was to
instigate sex. Her job was to simply be appealing and let nature take its
course. If she was sufficiently appealing he would become aroused and
passionate lovemaking would ensue.

They attended the Opera and returned to the hotel at about midnight. Up in the
room, as Mark showered, Natasha put on a revealing negligee and posed
seductively on the bed. When he emerged from the bathroom he was treated to
the sight of the sexily clad Natasha's feminine charms awaiting him in a
candle lit room.

He walked to her side and stood above her. She gently licked at his penis,
running her tongue up and down its length. He pulled her head tight to his
crotch and groaned the word harder. She took his now rock hard erection into
her mouth and began pumping her head up and down his shaft. Within seconds
Mark's entire body shuddered as his semen shot into her mouth. She continued
gently licking until his penis softened and his body relaxed. Then she pulled
him down onto the bed beside her. She removed her negligee and pressed her
body against Marks. As she took his penis in her hand Mark moaned that he
needed a few minutes to recover and pushed away.

Not wishing to appear overly aggressive the now totally frustrated Natasha
left Mark in the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. When she emerged
from the bathroom a half hour later Mark was fast asleep. She tried shaking
him awake and was rewarded with an angry "leave me alone" for her efforts.
Once again Natasha was forced to take matters into "her own hands" for sexual
release. Soon after she fell asleep a very horny and more than a little angry
young woman.

In the morning Mark awoke first. He looked at the beautiful woman laying in
bed next to him and became suddenly aroused. He woke the sleeping Natasha by
mounting her. She responded instantly to his advance and within seconds they
were having passionate sex. Mark began thrusting faster and faster and Natasha
matched his stride increasing the movement of her hips to match his pace. Mark
yelled I'm coming as he once more experienced a powerful ejaculation.
Desperately Natasha continued her own movements trying to bring about her own
climax. She held tight and moaned for more as Mark slowed and attempted to
push free of her grasp. Eventually he stopped altogether and Natasha was
forced to stop her own movements. She lay on the bed with her loins on fire as
Mark rolled off her and then left for the bathroom. She was now beginning to
feel not only frustrated, but used as well.

Her anger and frustration was further heightened when Mark emerged from the
bathroom and announced that he did not feel they would be a compatible couple.
Marriage, he said, was out of the question in light of her overly aggressive
sexual habits. She exploded in rage and accused him of being an uncaring and
inept lover.

Mark was now incensed. He stood above her wrapped in a towel and told her off.
How dare an ignorant peasant woman like her mock his lovemaking abilities. He
had made love to many women and none of them ever complained. She was just to
inexperienced to know how to find satisfaction in the sex act.

Natasha leaped out of bed and told him that it didn't take a lot of experience
to recognize an unfeeling cad when she met one. She told him that she wished
to be taken back to her home and that she wouldn't let him touch her again if
he was the last man on earth.

Mark told her he had other plans. The second of the three women on his list
lived two hundred miles in the opposite direction of Natasha's village. Since
Natasha was obviously not the woman for him he felt obligated to give this
other woman a chance. That way he would not have wasted this expensive trip to
Russia on just one woman. He couldn't see the point of driving 150 miles to
Natasha's home just so he could turn around and retrace his steps back.
Natasha could take a bus back to her village tomorrow after she spent one more
night with him as she had agreed to. He was willing to give her one more
chance to find sexual satisfaction with him before he sent her home. If she
stayed the night he would pay for the bus ticket, otherwise she was on her own
to get her village.

Natasha had had enough of his arrogance. She slapped his face and called him a
pig. She demanded that he drive her home immediately. She felt that he should
not only have the decency to take her home but also repay her father the
thousand dollars that he had spent getting her ad placed on the Web site. That
was the least he could do.

Mark was enraged. She had slapped him and called him a pig. She had demanded
money from him. She was no better than a whore he thought. She should be
treated like one. He slapped her face and told her to get out of the room, He
called her a prostitute.

Natasha turned and went to the door. She placed the do not disturb sign on the
outer knob and then shut and locked the door. She turned back to Mark and told
him that no one was leaving the room until he agreed to drive her home and pay
her father the thousand dollars. And since he considered her a whore she also
now wished to be compensated for the sex he had enjoyed at her expense. She
felt an additional five thousand dollars would be fair compensation. She would
overlook the fact that he'd slapped her if he agreed.

Mark slapped her again and told her she was crazy and she'd better forget her
nonsense before she really hurt her. He didn't give in to threats from men
much less a woman that he outweighed by fifty pounds.

She ripped off his towel and eyed him coldly telling him that his second slap
had cost him an additional five thousand dollars This was his last chance to
settle the matter without violence. I have spent a lifetime working hard every
day. I am strong enough to handle a soft American pig like you she told him as
she raised her fists threateningly.

He looked at the beautiful naked woman in front him as though she were insane.
She couldn't seriously be considering fighting with him. He was a strong and
athletic. He had kept his body in excellent condition since his days as a
college quarterback, visiting the gym religiously three times a week for
almost fifteen years. He would crush her in a fight. Back off before you get
hurt he told her.

She stood her ground and told him he had until she counted to three to agree
to her demands. She began to slowly count. When she got to two Mark threw a
punch right at her chin. The punch landed and her head snapped back but she
didn't move. Instead she punched back at him with her own right and Mark
stumbled back about three feet. As he started back towards her with his fists
raised she said three and waded in punching.

They stood toe to toe and exchanged vicious punches to each others face and
body for a full a five minutes. Mark was strong and athletic but the beautiful
Russian woman's body was as hard as a rock. His body blows had no effect on
her and she absorbed the punches to her face without flinching. Her punches
carried the force of a sledge hammer as they slammed into him. His body was
pumped up from exercise designed to make him look strong, hers from work that
actually made it as strong as steel. Slowly he began to weaken as her punches
cut up his face and softened his body. He started backing away as her fists
tore into his battered face and body.

By the time they had been fighting for ten minutes Mark was backed against the
wall and his arms were hanging uselessly by his sides. He slumped forward
against her. The Russian woman stepped back and threw a powerful uppercut that
lifted him off her body. He fell back against the wall and slid to the floor..
Get up you pig she snarled from above him.

Mark was dazed and confused as he sat bleeding and naked on the floor. He
looked up at the beautiful but powerful nude woman standing above him. Her
muscles stood out on her arms and legs, pumped from the exertion of battle.
The erect nipples on her proud breasts showed her arousal from the beating she
was administering to him as they heaved up and down. She had a bloody nose and
blood trickled from the corner of her mouth but she was otherwise unharmed.

She looked down at him with contempt and flexed her muscles, again challenging
him to get back up.

Mark knew he was beaten. His eyes were swollen almost shut and his nose was
broken. He had several teeth knocked out and his body was covered with angry
welts and bruises. His arms had already failed him and he was unable to lift
them much less throw a punch. He couldn't even feel his legs to try and stand
if he wanted to. And he didn't want to, his fighting spirit was gone. He was
now completely cowed by the beautiful woman. Leave me alone or I'll have you
arrested he said through his swollen lips.

Natasha pulled Mark to his feet and then knocked him down again with a
powerful punch to his jaw. She sat on her beaten foes stomach and raised his
head by pulling on his hair. I will count to three one more time she said. If
I reach three and you haven't agreed to my terms I won't stop punching until
you beg me to accept twice what I demanded.

She started counting. When she got to two she stood and began pulling Mark up
by his hair as she drew back her fist. She got him to his knees and was about
to say three when Mark started to plead. No more, he said. You win just please
don't hit me anymore. I'll give you whatever you want.

Give me twenty five thousand dollars American and we'll call it even she said.
I don't have that kind of money here, it will take me days to raise it Mark
answered from his knees. In that case we'll wait here in the room until the
money arrives. While we wait you can repay my sexual favors by using your face
to satisfy the desires that your pathetic cock couldn't she added. She again
pulled back her fist to emphasize her determination.

Mark was terrified of her. He could see the determination in her eyes and had
already felt the power in her body and knew that he lacked the strength to
hurt her. He was afraid that any further conflict with the Russian Amazon
might leave him permanently maimed or even dead. Whatever you want Mark said
as he hung his head.

She made him call American Express and request that $25,000.00 dollars be sent
to the hotel from his account. She then drew up a confession for him to sign
admitting that he had kidnapped her from her home and beaten her. She would
keep that in case Mark tried to renege on the deal after he was safely home.
With that done, since Mark was still conveniently on his knees in front of
her, she had him lick her until she experienced the second real climax of her
life. This one she considered much more satisfying than the first.

It took two days for the money to arrive. The "love birds" stayed locked in
the room having their meals delivered by room service. During this period of
confinement Natasha would have Mark service her every few hours. By the time
the money got there he'd actually become quite good at getting her to climax.
Once she had been given the cash, using Marks Amex card, she hired a limousine
to take her home. She also bought herself a first class airline ticket to New
York. She had the limousine driver drop Mark off at the hospital on her way
out of town. She never heard from him again.

She returned home only long enough to give her father a thousand dollars and
pack up her belongings. She then had the limo driver take her to the airport
in Minsk. By ten o'clock the following morning she was on a trans Atlantic
flight to New York. There would be no more Web site advertisements. She would
cruise the Manhattan club scene until she found the wealthy American husband
she desired. With her looks she would have no trouble attracting the right
man.

A word to all you eligible New York bachelors. If you're in a hot night spot
and you come across a beautiful Russian woman with chestnut brown hair tied
back in a pony tail, there are two things you need to keep in mind. One, don't
hit on her if all you're looking for is a one night stand. She doesn't take
well to rejection or to being used.

And number two, if you do take her home you'd better be damned sure you can
finish what you start.