Jack and Jill Went Up the Hill - Part 2
By Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
One would come tumbling down


Chapter 5

"Things have changed asshole". Jill's voice was flat and even as her eyes bore
into Jack's. Her calmness surprised even her. Thought she hated him and wanted
nothing more than to beat on him with her bare hands, she had expected to be
nervous when the moment was finally at hand and there was no turning back. She
had expected the fear to return.

This was still Jack Pulter she was challenging. Even with the 25 pounds of
muscle she'd added over these last seven years he still outweighed her by 40
pounds. And none of her training got her any closer to his 3 inch height
advantage or, for that matter, his reach advantage. He was still a man who had
beaten countless other men senseless, most of them a good deal bigger than
her. He was still the man who had beaten her to a bloody pulp too many times
for her to remember.

She was confident of her ability, the Police force had trained her well and
she had excelled in her training. But she also knew Jack's ability, he was a
man who had fought competitively for 20 of his 35 years. In her entire 33 year
life, other than for training purposes, she had only had to fight twice. And
both of those fights had been in the line of duty against young street punks
that were not even close to Jack's league.

But she wasn't nervous, she was almost dead on the inside. All she felt was
rage, a cold rage that shut out the sights and sounds around her. She didn't
see or even hear the crowd of men that were ogling her bare breasts and
hooting at her. She didn't hear Ed O'Hearly, standing less than two feet away
from her, announcing the fight to the screaming crowd. All she saw was the
dark brown, hated eyes of Jack Pulter. All she heard was the voice in her head
that kept saying here's your demon. Kill Him! The voice that reminded her that
she'd sampled everything Jack Pulter had to offer and now it was his turn to
taste her wares

She inched closer still to the demon, her bare nipples were only inches from
his chest, She drew back her shoulders and stood as tall as she could. Her
body was as tight as a coiled spring.

"I'm going to take you apart" she added.

Chapter 6

Ed O'Hearly was a nervous man as he stood to the side of the two fighters ,
one a hard case looking male and the other a sexy looking female. Each glaring
at the other and both hurling threats of physical destruction back and forth..
Once he finished making his announcements and left the ring, a war would ensue
between them, and he would be held responsible for it's outcome.

When Jack Pulter finished his destruction of Jill Stratton, and Ed had no
doubt Jack would destroy her, he would be the one the Police would hold
accountable for allowing the public battering of one of their own.

He'd been skating on thin ice with them for years as it was. These bare fisted
Saturday night Tough Man tournaments had never been very popular with the
local powers that be. Only his good relationship with the local cops had kept
him out of trouble. Lots of men had been badly hurt in these fights. Lots and
lots of men.

But not women.

Now, for the first time, he was letting a woman into the tournament. The only
reason he was allowing it at all was because he knew Jill was the ranking
officer along this beat. She was quite explicit about what she would do if he
refused her request and Ed knew she could make big trouble for him. But would
the cops listen to his excuses when she was hauled out of the bar on a
stretcher.

He doubted it. After he had given in to Jill's demands and agreed to let her
fight, Nancy Deberg, her friend and co-officer, had been equally explicit as
to the type of trouble he'd be in if Jill was injured. He really was in a no
win situation.

What was worse, his customers were eating up the spectacle. They were loving
the sight of the bare breasted Jill in the ring.

In the first place, she was a spectacular looking female. A bit more muscular
than most women but beautifully broad where a broad should be broad. Her large
areolas and outstanding nipples sat on the end of two firm and glorious
breasts and her ass was magnificent. Upstairs and downstairs she had four of
the roundest, firmest and tastiest looking orbs he had ever seen. The hips
that flared out beneath the flat, hard stomach and waistline were lushly
promising of the exquisite pleasures that might await some lucky man. Her legs
were shapely and muscular at the same time.

In the crudest of terms, Jill was built like a brick shit house.

In the second place his crowd of rabid male customers were a sadistic bunch of
hard asses. They'd like nothing more than to see some uppity, fem/lib female
get pounded to the floor. They'd cum in their pants watching her beg Jack not
to hit her anymore. They were already shouting instructions to Jack as to
where they'd like to see her hit, and what he should make her do after he was
finished beating her. The only people in the whole bar who weren't screaming
for Jill's massacre were Nancy and the 13 other women that were there for the
bachelorette party. They were just sitting there looking appalled and
terrified.

Ed had no doubts the Police would believe he had allowed the fight for profit
motives and not because Jill threatened him.

He was still having a hard time believing it was actually going to happen.
When he had finally given in to Jill and said yes to the fight he was sure
that Jack would laugh in his face and tell him no way he was going to fight a
woman. That's what Ed had thought at any rate. It just hadn't worked out that
way.

When he'd approached Jack with the woman's challenge and then pointed her out,
Jack had almost gotten down on his knees and kissed his hand in gratitude.
He'd smiled for the first time in Ed's memory. Ed knew Jack liked to fight but
he had never seen him this eager for one. Ed pitied the poor woman in the ring
with him.

As for her, "she must be nuts" Ed thought. The last man in this bar he would
want to fight with was Jack Pulter. The man liked to hurt people and he was
damned good at doing it. He had good boxing skills and took a decent punch.
The trail of broken bones that led from O'Hearly's to the local emergency room
was testimonial to the fact that he also packed a hell of a wallop. He'd
beaten every fighter under 190 pounds that had entered these contests in the
last year. Beaten them until they were unconscious.

Well, he'd gone this far, might as well get it over with. "Ladies and Gents"
he shouted over the din. "Tonight's first bout is in the light division and
features Jack Pulter versus Jill Stratton. For those of you who haven't
noticed, Jill is a woman, the first entered in these contests. She is also one
of our local Police so please make her feel welcome"

The announcement that the beautiful woman was also a Cop brought the level of
frenzy and cat calls to a fever pitch. Ed had to scream the last part of his
announcement. "One round, to a finish, the fighter left standing advances to
the next round. Once I leave the ring and sound the bell no one is allowed in
the ring until the fight has ended".

He turned to Jill and Jack and said "Best of luck to both of you, may the best
fighter win" The looks of hatred he saw on both fighter's faces gave Ed a
shiver that ran up his spine like an icy wave.

Chapter 7

"Let me through", Nancy Deberg yelled at the half drunk man blocking her path
as she pushed her way towards the ring. She held her shield high in her left
hand for intimidation purposes. She was trying to get as close to ringside as
possible. If Jill wouldn't listen to reason and was going to fight at least
there would be one person rooting for her around the tiny 10 foot by 10 foot
ring. Jill was her partner and her best friend, Nancy would be there for her.

Nancy had done everything she could think of to stop Jill, all to no avail. No
matter what Nancy had said Jill just kept saying I owe him this. I owe him
this. She'd said it over and over again. All Nancy could do now was back up
her friend and hope for the best.

She knew that Jill was good. She was more than good, she was excellent. Her
physical fitness was outstanding. Her Ab training routine was almost
legendary, her six pack was the envy of the entire Police Department.

Jill had been the best woman on the force when it came to the boxing and self
defense portion of their training.

But that was compared to the other women. Nancy doubted Jill would have
stacked up against the men,.very few of whom went under 200 pounds. This was a
man she was up against tonight, one very good at what he did. And what he did
was fight.

They were trained to fight, but rarely did. Police officers, especially female
ones, were not expected to engage in fist fights to enforce the law. It
happens, but it happens rarely. She had seen Jill fight for real twice in the
line of duty. Both times she had made short work of the resisting felons,
subduing them quickly. This, however, was a different story. They were punks,
completely taken by surprise, not trained fighters. They weren't anywhere near
the size, experience or musculature of Jack Pulter.

Nancy understood Jill's hatred for Jack. She had heard of nothing else but
Jack for the five years she had been Jill's partner. By now she hated him
almost as much as Jill did and was every bit as incensed that the Legal system
that she worked for would allow such a man to walk around free. What he had
done to Jill was inexcusable. But she was scared for her friend and didn't
want to see her hurt. She didn't want her to fight.

If she was though, Nancy wanted to be near her.

She got ringside in time to hear Jack's promise of an ambulance ride to Jill.
That was the first time she had actually seen Jack. It was hard to believe he
was only 185 pounds. His arms and chest were heavily muscled, the rest of him
was lean and looked like steel.

He was good looking in a dark and sinister sort of way. His lips were thin and
his eyes were so dark they looked black. His too long black hair hung down
over his ears and fell low on his neck. In spite of five years in prison his
skin was swarthy and dark. A variety of small scars on his face and tattoos on
his arms added to the cruel and sinister look. He didn't look like anyone she
would want to meet in a dark alley. Or, for that matter, a well lit bar.

He looked like what he was, a bar fighter.

Chapter 8

Jacks eyes narrowed as Jill threatened him. Who did she think she was talking
to? It was already going to go bad for her he thought,, now it'll go a lot
worse.

"I guess you've forgotten the pain. you'll remember soon enough" he said. "I
owe you for five bad years and I always pay my debts".

"I remember every minute" Jill answered in the same even voice. "Pay back is
going to be a bitch Jack".

Her refusal to show any fear of him was infuriating Jack. He continued to eye
her coldly as Ed made his way out of the ring. She looked good he thought,
it'd be almost a shame to beat on that gorgeous face and body. Almost, but not
quite.

She'd put on weight, the last time he'd seen her she was looking real skinny.
Now she'd added inches of muscle and clear definition to each arm. He'd
noticed an impressive swell in her arm when she had raised her fist. Her waist
was bigger too, and ringed by a solid six pack. Her legs were as wide as his.
But if she thought a little bicep was going to make a difference she was
crazy. He wasn't going to stop until she was down on her knees and sobbing.
When she was, her body was going to be his price to stop.

"When I'm done beating you I'm going to fuck you in front of all these people"
he said. "You're going to beg me to. It'll be just like old times".

"The only thing you're going to fuck is yourself" Jill snapped back
immediately. As she did the bell rang to begin the fight. "I owe you for a lot
of pain" she added as she put up her fists and jabbed sharply at his nose.

"Bitch, Jack said as her jab smacked his nose and his found her chin.

Jill kept her hands high, she wanted to avoid getting hit in the face as much
as possible. This way she could pick away at his face and only her body would
be open for his counter. She jabbed steadily at his nose as he moved his head
around and looked for an opening for his counter right.

Someone's taught this cunt how to box Jack thought as he brought his hands a
bit higher to protect against her annoying jab. Good, he didn't want it to be
too easy, this way it would feel even sweeter when she was begging for mercy.
Mercy he wouldn't show.

Jack jabbed twice high at her head to get her hands even higher and then fired
a three punch salvo into her mid section.

"Is it coming back to you yet?" he asked her as he fired a wicked left cross
at her jaw. "Are you ready to get fucked"?

To be Continued.