A Mugging in LA
by Dreadnaught
A man gets more than he bargained for in the big city.


     I always used to enjoy my business trips. At this stage in my life, my job 
was who I was. I took my business seriously, and I also took my leisure time 
seriously.
     I should give a bit of background about myself. I worked for an advertising 
firm, hawking whatever products we were licensed to sell. And I was damn good at 
it, too. Good enough that I'd quickly worked my way up the corporate ladder to 
become an executive. And I was cocky enough at my young age to think I could 
sell guns to Mother Theresa if I put my mind to it.
     By the time I'd reached thirty, I had it made. I was making a huge salary, 
I had a gorgeous three bedroom house, married, slick sports car, the works. 
Frequently I was out of town on business, but my wife never complained once. 
With hindsight, I wish she had..
     This was 1986. The atmosphere at the time promoted.. well, the acquisition 
of everything. As long as it was worth something or you could get a few cheap 
thrills from it, you had to have it. And I had no problem with that. Selling 
things was my business, and I reaped as much reward from that as I could.
     This often meant doing things most other men wouldn't consider, if they had 
any morals. My trips out of town often turned into pleasure binges. On most 
trips I cheated on my wife. She and I married young; I suppose I kept her around 
as a sort of safety valve, for security. But when I was away, I had to have 
other women. The only thing I was scrupulous about was making sure she never 
found out. I'd done this for years, and not once did I ever give it a second 
thought.
     That is, until the final trip I took to LA. I'd been there several times 
before, always selling something to one company or another. This time around it 
was a new cola, trying to market a new formula to one of the big companies. It 
was some cherry or banana flavored crap, if I remember right. So, after spending 
a few days trying to sell this stuff, I was looking forward to taking it easy 
for a couple of days. I mean really looking forward to it. The last time I was 
in LA, I'd met three incredible girls in a week. I was almost drooling with 
anticipation of trying to better that record.
     I'd gone to a gym. I was proud of my physique back then, too. At six feet 
and 180 pounds, I wasn't a small man, and I felt it was in my best interests to 
keep my body toned. You don't impress many women with flab.
     I remember I was on an exercise bike. I'd been going hard, trying to show 
off for a blonde I'd laid eyes on when I'd walked in. She was a bit shy, though, 
and while I'd made eye contact with her, I hadn't managed much more. My t-shirt 
was stuck to my body, I was sweating that hard.
     "Careful, you'll break the bike if you keep up!" That voice was pure 
sunshine behind me. The laughter that accompanied it was equally melodic.
     I slowed down and turned. I was looking at a beautiful sight, with straight 
light brown hair, a tempting smile, and workout clothes that clung very nicely 
to a toned, shapely body. She looked like she'd stepped out of the Sports 
Illustrated swimsuit edition.
     I should probably point out that all my life I've been a leg man. I remember 
that was how I met my wife. She'd been wearing a short skirt that had been in 
fashion at the time. This girl who spoke to me had the legs of a goddess. 
Perfectly trim, curved, and sleek. I almost drooled on my chin.
     The most winning smile I had crossed my face. "Hi! Sorry, I guess I get a 
little enthusiastic sometimes."
     "You new here? I don't remember seeing you before."
     "Yeah, I just got into town."
     "Oh. Well, welcome to LA. My name's Dana." 
     I extended my hand. "I'm Brad." She took my hand in a velvet grip, firm but 
soft. My God, just shaking hands with this girl was getting me excited. This was 
the one I wanted for this trip.
     "So what are you in town for, Brad?"
     "Business, but I think I've got that wrapped up. I got a few days free now. 
What's to do in this town?" I grinned.
     Dana smiled slyly, seductively. "Looking for something to keep you busy, 
are you?"
     I had to have her. "Got any suggestions?"
     "Oh, I think I could come up with a few," she said with a wink. Before I 
could reply, she turned. "Hey Kelly, wanna meet someone?"
     Up bounded another young beauty, dressed in almost exactly the same workout 
clothes Dana wore. Her hair was a bit more blonde, and she was about a half-inch 
shorter than Dana, but otherwise they could have virtually been twins. "Who's 
this?" Kelly asked.
     "Brad," Dana answered. Kelly beamed broadly at me. "Brad, this is my 
sister, Kelly."
     She and I shook hands. "The pleasure's all mine," I smiled.
     "Brad's from out of town, and he's looking for something to do tonight," 
Dana said.
     "Ooh, is he?" Kelly asked. "Were you thinking what I'm thinking?"
     "Yup." The two girls grinned guilefully.
     I smiled broadly, guessing at what they were thinking. "What, what?" I 
asked.
     "Well, I'm free tonight, and Kelly is too. How does a night on the town 
with both of us grab you?"
     "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do, ladies."
     "Ooo, charming as well as cute," Dana laughed. "Okay, Brad, you got 
yourself a date. I hope you can handle us!"
     "Hey, all I can do is try," The girls smiled teasingly, and we made 
arrangements to meet at a bar that night.

     I spent the rest of the day eagerly anticipating meeting them. I couldn't 
shake the images of their ravishing faces and perfect bodies. I remember putting 
on my thin leather tie (remember, this was 1986, and those things were popular 
until everyone realized all they were good for was hanging yourself with), 
pushing up the sleeves of my sports jacket, and heading off to find the bar.
     It wasn't a bad place.. for 1986. Neon lights flashed, dance music blared. 
Trendy young bodies gyrated on the dance floor. I found Dana and Kelly sitting 
at the bar. Both were dressed identically. Sleeveless, shiny, very clingy black 
t-shirts with mock turtlenecks, tight black leather miniskirts, black pumps with 
straps. Oh God, I'd died and gone to heaven. Impressive breasts, long, nylon-clad 
legs, hair pulled back in ponytails, full red lips..
     Dana saw me first as I approached. "Brad, honey!" she cried as I walked up, 
all smiles. What I wasn't expecting was for her to leap up, wrap her arms around 
me and give me the most passionate kiss I think I'd ever received, then or 
since. Her tongue entered my mouth with conviction, her breasts pressed firmly 
against my chest, my penis slammed into life with a vengeance, straining 
suddenly in my pants. The pain might have bothered me if it weren't being 
drowned out by pure pleasure. My hands fumbled for a second in shock, then came 
down to rest on her firm rear end, drifting down slightly to find the sheerest, 
silkiest nylons I'd ever touched clinging to her lovely legs. I pulled her 
closer to my throbbing cock and lost myself in the kiss.
     That is, until her sister punched her in the arm. "Hey, leave some for me!" 
Kelly chuckled. Dana ended the kiss slowly, her lips slowly, teasingly breaking 
contact with mine. I think I wobbled on my feet as heaven ended.
     "He's all yours," Dana smiled as she stepped aside.
     Kelly placed her arms around my neck as she slunk next to me. "Smile, 
darling," she said. "You look like you're in shock."
     "I.. I kind of am.." I stuttered.
     "Good," she grinned, and gave me a kiss of her own, just as passionate as 
her sister's. Our tongues stroked one another's for long moments, but not long 
enough before she too ended her kiss. "I think we got him warmed up for the 
evening, Dana," she announced mischievously.
     "Oh, he'll be warmer soon. Let's get a booth."
     The two sexy girls and I moved to a table with a curved sofa surrounding 
it, as close as we were going to get to privacy in the bar. I sat with one on 
either side of me, and we spent the rest of the evening chatting, flirting, 
licking, kissing, fondling.. these two were good. Between the two of them, I 
don't think my penis had a chance to go soft once. If one wasn't kissing me, the 
other would be licking my ear. At one point they both had one hand rubbing my 
cock through my pants while I had both hands on their legs, one to each. How I 
made it through the evening without dying of blueballs or going mad with lust is 
beyond me.
     We actually did talk, too, and we got better acquainted. Dana was the older 
sister, about a year older than Kelly. They often went to the gym I'd met them 
in, since they both loved to keep in shape, and what great shape they were in, I 
didn't hesitate to add. They were the daughters of a local newspaper publisher, 
so naturally they weren't hurting for money. They'd gone to the best schools 
money could buy, they had everything they could possibly ask for and more, Daddy 
made sure of that. They lived in a large mansion with their parents. But they'd 
become bored with the lifestyle. Rich people didn't know how to have fun. 
     I filled them in on me and my life, making certain not to even give the 
slightest hint I was married. They both seemed genuinely interested when I told 
them I was making a very good living with the ad agency. Enthusiastic, even. "I 
think we got ourselves a good one," Kelly smiled to Dana before kissing my neck. 
Just to test the water, I added in a bit of bragging about how I enjoyed keeping 
fit too, and what great shape I was in. This met with delighted squeals, and I 
knew I was on to something. I just didn't know what.
     I found out a little while afterwards. I couldn't sit there much longer 
with these incredibly attractive girls without losing control completely, so I 
suggested we find someplace a little more private.
     Much to my delight, Dana and Kelly both practically leapt off the sofa at 
the suggestion. "Great idea!" Dana exclaimed.
     "What took you so long to suggest it?" Kelly teased. "We'll show you how we 
have a good time in this city, Brad, sweetie." Each took one of my hands and led 
me out of the bar.
     As we walked into the night, I piped up that we could use my hotel room. 
"No, no, we have our own, special place," Dana replied as they led me in the 
opposite direction from my hotel.
     "You'll love it," Kelly added.
     After about five more minutes of walking, I quickly realized that not only 
did I not know where I was, but the buildings were rapidly degenerating, turning 
from a seedy nightclub area into gungy industrialism, warehouses and such. I 
expressed some concern.
     "What's the matter, hon? You can't wait?" Kelly giggled.
     Dana stopped and refreshed me with another burning, passion-filled kiss. 
"Brad, darling, relax," she purred warmly in my ear. "We have a special surprise 
in store for you, if you can hang onto yourself long enough." My penis pounded 
harshly, warning me it had better be soon. "Kelly and I are going to enjoy all 
the pleasures you can offer us once we're there." I was convinced. I followed 
them like a puppy.
     The two girls led me into a wide alley, between what looked to be two 
delapidated, abandoned warehouses. Large metal trash cans lined the walls, a 
rotten wooden staircase led into one of the buildings. It was filthy. No one was 
around. To my surprise, the girls stopped here.
     Kelly chirped, "I'll go make sure the coast is clear," and ran off towards 
the other end of the alley.
     I looked around in a mixture of bemusement and disgust. "Dana, what.. why 
are we stopping here? Haven't you got someplace you wanted to take me?"
    She smiled evilly. "We're here, darling."
     My eyebrows shot up my skull. "What?! Are you kidding? You want to make 
love in this dump??"
     Dana laughed as she approached me. "That's not why we're here."
     "Then what the hell are we.."
     She interrupted me. "Hand over your wallet, Brad."
     "What?!?"
     "I said, hand over your wallet." She grinned a predatory smile as she said 
this, slowly coming towards me. If I'd had any brains, I'd have run now.
     At the time, however, I just couldn't believe it. "Dana, are you trying to 
mug me?" 
     "That's right."
     "Where's your gun? Or do you prefer knives?" I was starting to find this 
rather amusing.
     The blonde just grinned. "Who needs those?" She took a step closer, smiled 
a sweet, seductive smile, then hauled off and punched me in the face.
     "Unnnfh!" I grunted, stumbling a couple of steps back. That gave me more of 
a shock than the first kiss she'd given me back in the bar. It wasn't anywhere 
near a knockout punch, but it was painful and it was probably the last thing I 
expected her to do. I gaped at her for a few seconds, as she brought her fists 
up into a fighting stance.
     A few words finally managed to work their way past the mental block the 
shock had erected. "Dana, what the fuck are you doing??" I cried, massaging the 
sore spot on my cheek where her fist had impacted.
     "Hey, you wanted to see how we have a good time, hon. Welcome to LA. Now 
hand over your wallet and I might not hurt you too badly." All the while, the 
devious, sly smile had never left her beautiful face.
     "What are you, crazy?! Unnh!" Dana shot a sharp jab to my chin. My head 
bobbed back with the punch and I stumbled back another step.
     "Suit yourself, Brad. More fun for me," she chortled. She hovered in front 
of me, her fists ready to strike.
     Anger had begun to replace my initial shock. "Get the fuck away from me, or 
I'll.." I trailed off as I realized what I was saying. You know, cheating on 
your wife is one thing. Hitting a girl is another.
     Dana seized on my hesitation. "You'll what, Brad? You'll beat me up? Ooo!" 
she squealed with mock delight. "You could try. It'll give Kelly and me a little 
workout."
     She was so smug, dismissing my physical capabilities like that. And her 
smile had definitely begun to look less seductive and more sly now. I lost my 
restraint in that instant. I raised a fist and swung at her pretty face.
     I've found, in life, I was good at many things. I was a great salesman. I 
was in good shape at the time. I was in the prime of my life. Unfortunately, I 
was and always have been lousy with my fists.
     I took a huge swing, and by the time it got around to where Dana was, she 
wasn't there anymore. I had missed by a country mile, as her derisive laughter 
confirmed.
     "Ooooh, nice one!" She stepped up and threw a punch of her own, drilling me 
in the stomach. I grunted and bent slightly around her fist. "It might help if 
you tried aiming, hon." Smack-smack, her left came up and she tagged me twice on 
the chin with sharp jabs.
     She sniggered as her punches staggered me. "Having fun yet, Brad? I am!" I 
rubbed angrily at my chin. Her punches weren't very hard, but they were solid 
enough to hurt. It was easy to tell she wasn't putting much effort into them, 
though. She was playing with me, the bitch!
     I screamed the most fearsome battle cry I could manage and charged. Anyone 
with any brains would turn around and run if they saw a big guy bellowing and 
running straight at them, right? Wrong. Before I could even get close, I saw 
Dana shift her weight to one leg while the other blurred into motion. The next 
thing I knew, I was doubled over and gasping for breath after the toe of her 
shoe had slammed my stomach. 
     I eagerly gulped in air as I recovered, looking up to see the beautiful 
blonde's rapacious grin, unable to dodge in time to avoid the left hook she 
tossed at me. My head bobbed harshly from her fist's violent contact, and she 
followed as I lurched back. Her second punch was slightly harder, a strong right 
cross. Slightly harder, hell. It was strong enough to spin me around and send me 
crashing down against a couple of trash cans. I lay on my stomach, stunned, 
blinking in shock, rubbing the sore spots that were forming on my face.
     Dana's taunting laughter came from somewhere behind me. "Nice warmup round, 
Brad, dearest," she teased. "Actually, that last punch was a wakeup call. You 
can either hand over your wallet now, or I'll really have to get rough, hon." 
More laughter.
     This was ridiculous. Here was the sexiest girl I'd ever laid eyes on, and 
I'd been knocked down by her fists. And she wasn't even really trying! On top of 
that, she'd hurt me, and she knew it. She was getting some sort of perverse 
pleasure out of knocking me around. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed, 
furious, or aroused. Yes, despite the pain, I was still turned on by her. It was 
hard not to be.
     I was just about to get back on my feet and give Dana what for when I heard 
the sound of high heels clicking on pavement, coming closer. I turned and tried 
in vain to find a source of sanity. "Kelly! What the hell are.."
     She ignored me and spoke to Dana. "Oh shit, did you start already?"
     Dana was still standing near me in her fighting stance. "Hey, I was just 
softening him up a bit, sis," she grinned. "He's not too good with his fists, so 
I was showing him a few moves."
     As my strength came back, I climbed up to my knees. "What in the name of 
hell is this?!" I snarled.
     Kelly smiled a copy of her sister's evil smile back at  me. "What, you've 
never been mugged before? It's simple. You give us your money, or we hurt you. 
Bad."
     Outrage began to boil up in me. "I'm not gonna let two little sluts pull 
this shit on me!" I yelled, getting back to my feet.
     "It's up to you to stop us, tough guy," she answered, assuming her own 
fighting stance.
     I turned to take a swing at Kelly, hoping she wouldn't be as quick as her 
sister. She wasn't. She was faster. I barely had time to cock my fist before she 
shifted her weight, lifted a sexy leg up high, and straightened it, snapping her 
foot into the side of my face with a thwack. My vision bobbled wildly as my head 
was blasted to the side. To my credit I didn't actually fall back or anything, 
but I did wobble badly where I stood. I was definitely stunned by that move, if 
Dana hadn't already managed that. This girl had just high kicked me in the face, 
her foot shooting up six feet with ease. Kelly's kick was amazing, graceful, and 
strangely arousing too. It probably would have staggered me even if I hadn't 
received her shoe in my mouth at the end of it. And, like her sister, I got the 
definite impression she was barely even using a fraction of her power.
     "Oooh, that had to hurt!" Dana laughed behind me. It did. Kelly beamed 
delightedly. Spinning to face away from me, she raised her powerful leg up to 
her side and kicked out, right into my chest. "Unnh!" I cried as her stomp 
landed, sending me tumbling back hard, falling, until I made contact with 
something strangely soft yet unyielding. Dana.
     I felt her grab me as I fell and stop me. "Time to go for a ride, hon," she 
said, then I lost track of where she was for a second as she moved. I felt her 
arm slide under mine and around my chest, an arm that looked and felt much more 
solid than I'd noticed before. There was a brief moment of sexual excitement as 
I felt her firm buns contact mine.. wait a minute, what the..? Then her arm 
tightened and my feet left the ground. She flipped me over her hip, backwards.
     Luckily I managed to bring my arms up in time to break my fall, otherwise 
she would have thrown me right onto my face on the hard pavement. As it was, I 
felt myself bounce, hard. Stunned, I lay on the ground for a good few seconds, 
blinking madly, trying to think of what to do next. Looking up, I saw a shiny 
pair of black high-heeled pumps next to me, a lovely pair of legs, ascending 
towards the night sky. In the dim light, the pantyhose encasing them seemed to 
give them a heavenly sheen. Unable to stop myself, I reached out to touch them..
     Kelly's snickering jarred me back to reality. "I think he likes your legs, 
Dana."
     The owner of the fantastic legs stepped away from my touch. "Guess so," she 
smirked. "C'mon, darling..  you'll never get a hold of these legs if you're 
lying on your face all night."
     Damn, right. The fight. "Why.. are you doing this?" I asked as I started 
climbing back up.
     Dana raised her fists again. "Thrills, mostly," was her dry response. I saw 
Kelly moving around me as I stood, but I didn't have time to do anything about 
that. Dana was right in front of me. I reacted instinctively, throwing a punch 
at her head. A lame punch, and one she dodged easily, but still a punch.
     Kelly's voice was a joyful squeal. "He's still got some fight in him!" I 
heard behind me.
     Dana's eyes danced with enjoyment as she threw a punch. It landed solidly 
in the side of my ribs, and I shouted in pain. Then she danced back away from me 
and hit me with teasing words instead.
     "C'mon, honey! Show us what those big muscles of yours can do to a couple 
of little girls."
     Okay, if that's what you want, I thought. I stepped up and threw another 
wild, looping punch. Dana ducked as it flew by over her head. Damn. I was about 
to try another when I heard quick movement behind me. Something fast entered my 
field of vision, low down. Kelly's foot. It smashed into my ribs. "Arrgh!" I 
roared.
     Dana smiled broadly, then her knuckles were rushing at my eye. Her punch 
knocked me back, and I tripped over my own feet as Kelly stepped aside. I landed 
on my back, stunned yet again. The two miniskirted fighters shared a laugh at my 
expense.
     "You're not gonna be a threat to Mike Tyson anytime soon, darling," Dana 
taunted.
     I grunted as I sat up, my anger once again catching up with me. "Unhh.. you 
two.. don't fight fair!"
     Kelly burst out laughing. "This isn't a boxing ring, sweetie. You're in a 
street fight. Whatever works, we do."
     "Fine!!" I cried, stumbling my way to my feet. At this point I was angry 
enough to commit murder.
     "My turn?" Kelly asked her sister.
     "By all means," Dana answered. Kelly approached me gleefully. I prepared to 
kill her.
     "Let's go, cream puff," she smiled. "You and me, one on one." Dana had 
backed off completely, and I needed no more prodding. I leapt. 
     I swung, another enormous punch that would have blown her into next week if 
she'd been on the end of it, which she wasn't. She'd danced back, and I didn't 
have time to do anything but watch her leg come up. Her kick caught me in the 
side of my face. I wobbled threateningly.
     Kelly didn't press her advantage, instead she stood and watched me with a 
gleam in her lovely eyes. The kick had come and gone in an instant. I saw Dana 
behind her, sitting down on the stairs of one of the warehouses, crossing her 
long, sexy legs. I felt something I wasn't expecting at this point, low down. An 
erection.
     Kelly noticed immediately. "Hey sis, I think the stud likes being kicked in 
the head!"
     Behind her, Dana looked down at her foot, lifting it up and turning her 
ankle teasingly. "He's just wild for your legs, Kel. Mine too," she said 
happily, continuing to display hers ostentatiously.
     She was right. A woman's legs are always the first thing I notice. If she's 
in a short skirt, I want her. And the skirts on these two couldn't be much 
shorter. Made it easier for them to kick, I guess.
     "I want to see how hard I can get him while I'm kicking him around!" Kelly 
exclaimed.
     "Go for it," her sister beamed. 
     Anger. These two knew they found a weakness, and they were going to exploit 
it for all they could. "Damn you!" I rushed again.
     Straight into one of Kelly's kicks, too. I saw her shift her weight, and 
brought my arms up to protect my head. I could have saved some energy by not 
bothering. Instead of my face, her foot plowed into my side. I grunted, dropped 
my guard, and she brought her foot back, lifted her leg a little higher, and 
snapped a second kick to my now vulnerable face. Incredible balance. I reeled 
back, little stars dancing before my eyes.
     I heard Dana's voice. "Mmm, looks like you got him hard as a rock!" Kelly 
giggled. I shook my head, trying to clear it.
     "A little display would really get him, right sis?" Kelly asked.
     "You better believe it, Kel."
     Finally my head cleared enough that I focussed.. right on Kelly, who was 
facing away from me, hands on her hips. She stood on her toes, her long, sultry 
legs glorious before me. Oh God..
     "Take a long look, Brad," Dana smiled. "Kelly's very proud of her legs. She 
took dance for years. Aren't they incredible?" They were. I stood helpless, 
transfixed by this intensely arousing display. And it wasn't nearly over. "Watch 
what she can do with them," Dana commanded.
     Kelly slowly lifted one leg to her side, bringing it up slowly, teasingly, 
her hand guiding it, until she had her foot high over her head, her toe pointed, 
the muscles in her legs pronounced and yet softened by the sheen of her 
pantyhose. Saliva began to dribble from my lips.
     "Oooo, Kel, you're gonna make him cum in his pants!" Dana laughed. Her sexy 
sister joined the laughter. I couldn't move, or tear my eyes away from her.
     "Watch what else she can do, sweetie." On Dana's cue, Kelly's leg dropped, 
she spun to face me, leapt onto one lithe leg, continued her spin while she came 
at me, spun away and then back towards me, her other leg gracefully coming 
around and up. I only became aware enough to react just before her high heel 
smacked into my face. I remember thinking how beautiful that move was, probably 
the most incredible move I'd ever seen, and how exquisite the stars I was seeing 
were, before a loud metal crash signaled my arrival in the trash cans and I 
slammed to the ground.
     I blinked a few times vacantly before I realized I was face down on the 
ground. A couple of seconds more and I recalled how I got there. Kelly wouldn't 
have had to put much more power into her kick to knock me out for the night. It 
was then that I realized how much my nose hurt. I brought the back of my hand up 
to rub it, and felt a shocking wave of agony. The back of my hand was smeared 
with blood, and crimson drops fell onto the pavement under my head. The nose was 
probably broken. I groaned and tried to sit up.
     "Wow, Kel, that was great!" I looked up dazedly to see Dana was walking 
over. "And look, he's still hard!" She laughed and pointed.
     She was right. Despite the pain I was in, I couldn't keep myself from being 
aroused by these girls. Kelly knew it, too. "Sis, after that leg show I gave 
him, he'll be hard for a week!"
     I thought for a moment. I'd been knocked flat, my nose bleeding, my suit 
was covered with dust, my face battered and bruised, all by two girls. They were 
obviously good fighters. I wasn't. I hadn't even managed to land a punch on 
either of them. And they were playing with me, hinting that beating me up was 
more like a joke for them, and that they were enjoying it immensely. Common 
sense would have told me to give them what they wanted there and then and get 
the hell out of there. The male ego isn't usually driven by common sense, 
though. These were two girls! How could they be doing this to a big, fit man? I 
snarled angrily and fought my way back to my feet.
     Dana hovered nearby while Kelly prepared herself. "Let's go, big boy," she 
teased skillfully. She posed with one leg in front of her, her toes pointed, 
giving me a tantalizing image. "You want some more of these?" A seductive light 
in her eyes shone as she watched my reaction.
     It was damn hard not to react the way she wanted me to. Her legs were a 
vision of feminine perfection, flawless in their long lines and smooth curves. I 
couldn't help but gape. I watched in awe as she calmly raised one of those long 
legs up towards me, and whack. The top of her foot again hit my face, lighter 
this time, but still with enough force to stagger me. Her distractions were 
lethal.
     "This is too easy," Kelly smiled. "You gonna fight back, or are you gonna 
drool over my legs all night?"
     "His dick's doing all the thinking for him, Kel," Dana commented.
     That did it. All the anger I had burst forth in a rage. I wanted to make 
these two pay for what they were putting me through. I roared and charged at 
Kelly, swinging madly, blindly, with both fists. The first two swings missed the 
sultry brunette as she dodged the wild blows, then I felt something clip the 
very edge of my right fist. "Oooh!" Kelly cried, stepping away from me 
awkwardly, grabbing at her face. I paused in shock. I did it! I finally landed a 
punch! I almost burst out laughing.
     But I didn't have the time. Something hard slammed into my kidney area, 
then into the back of my head, hard. Dana's fists, it turned out, as she nailed 
me from behind. I stumbled forward, the world tilting madly. I grabbed my aching 
head.
     "Kel, are you okay?"
     "Yeah, I'm fine, sis," Kelly replied. I looked up to see her in front of 
me. Her expression hadn't changed much, but the look in her eyes was now 
somewhat more sinister than before. "Nice try, Brad. You almost, ALMOST got 
lucky." She turned and brought her leg up, stomping to her side, into my gut. 
"Unngh!" I bent in two. "You need more than luck tonight, though." Kelly never 
lowered her leg. All I saw was the sole of her sexy shoe as it soared towards my 
face. Then I was looking up at the night sky, and flashing colored spots.
     "Geez, Kel, you don't have to kill him!" Dana's voice seemed far away, as 
if in a dream.
     "Sorry.. I had to put him flat after that one, though. It didn't affect his 
cock any, look!" Female giggles ensued.
     I propped myself up on my arms, shook my head, and managed to chase the 
spots away. I saw the two girls standing over me. My two destroyers. I gave 
voice to my uppermost thought. "Why.."
     "Why are we doing this?" Dana finished. "Like I said, cheap thrills, 
sweetie. Kel and I have always been good fighters. Once we knew how much men 
wanted us, fighting them became even more exciting."
     Kelly piped up. "Mmm, there's nothing better than taking a guy from the 
brink of orgasm and making him beg at our feet."
     I still had enough strength to be defiant. "You damn bitches aren't gonna 
make me beg!" I clambered hesitantly back up. 
     "No?" Dana grinned. Raising her fists, she came towards me, cocking one 
meancingly, aiming it at my face. I cringed and tried promptly to cover up. The 
girls laughed sarcastically. "Why Brad, you're not scared of a little girl's 
fist, are you?" The blonde pouted teasingly.
     I growled in fury, preparing to throw the same punch I'd caught Kelly with. 
Before I'd even been able to bring my fist back to get the momentum to launch 
it, Dana's fist found my mouth again. Her jab stunned me, and I tried to bring 
my hands up to protect my face, so she went down low. She stood back and shot a 
sharp kick to my kidney. I shouted in pain and grabbed my sides, then caught a 
glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. Kelly's foot once again slammed 
into the side of my head, from behind this time. I reeled unsteadily. Dana 
grinned, stepped back up and fired a straight left to my jaw. Her punch knocked 
my back hard against a large trash bin, and my legs sagged and dropped me to the 
ground again. They didn't have the strength to hold me up.
     I heard purring over me. I looked up in confusion to see Dana licking her 
lips. "Mmmm, hon, if you only knew how much you're turning us on," she purred.
     I took some deep breaths, summoned all the strength I had left in me. No 
way was I going to let these two sluts get off on knocking me around. I had to 
do something, anything to salvage my ego. With the help of the trash bin, I 
forced myself up.
     "He still wants to play, sis," Kelly chortled.
     "I told you he'd be the best one we've had yet, Kel," Dana said with a deep 
breath. Dammit, she WAS getting off on this! "Ready for more, hon? Or are we 
just too much for you?"
     I went for her, murder in my eyes. I was groggy enough by this point, 
though, that I quickly realized I'd forgotten to put any sort of guard up. 
Thwack. Dana caught me with a short, brutal punch to my chin. I teetered in 
place, and the enticing blonde followed up with another punch with her other 
fist. The impact of her fist spun me around to face her sister, who wasted no 
time in bringing her leg up. Kelly's high kick smashed into my face. I must have 
blacked out, because I don't remember hitting the ground, but there I was. Agony 
tore through most of my body. I remember suddenly becoming aware of something in 
my mouth. I spat it out, and there, in a small pool of frothy red liquid, was a 
small white lump. A tooth. Oh God, Kelly's kick had knocked out a tooth!
     Okay, it was starting to become obvious even to me that I didn't stand a 
chance. I don't know where these babes learned to fight, but together they'd 
made a mess out of me. Trying to fight them was out of the question, especially 
since I knew I barely had the strength to stand at that point. What did that 
leave? Yelling for help? There was no one around at this hour to hear me. 
Running? That was my best chance, but I don't know how far I'd be able to get. 
My best hope now was to try to get into one of these warehouses. If I could 
manage to hide, maybe they'd give up..
     "No, he's back," I heard Kelly say.
     "Hi darling," Dana said as I managed to flop myself over onto my back, like 
a beached whale. "You gave us a scare there. We thought we'd lost you for the 
evening, and we haven't finished having fun with you yet. You don't want to miss 
anything, do you?"
     I succeeded in pushing words past bruised, bloody lips. "Fuck.. off."
     Kelly smiled. "Mr. Tough Guy."
     "You're right, Brad. A man can't say he's been beaten by a girl, can he? I 
guess we'd better convince you. Give him a hand up, Kel."
     I'd already managed to get my feet under me, and Kelly made sure I made it 
the rest of the way up with a helpful yank. This was my best chance.
     "Hey!" Kelly exclaimed as I shoved her aside. It wasn't a very hard shove, 
but it was enough to send her back a few steps. Now run, Brad. Run!
     The best I could manage was a stagger towards the warehouse steps. But it 
was something. It was a start to getting away from this fantasy turned 
nightmare. 
     Dana's foot stopped me. All she had to do was stick it out in front of me. 
I didn't have enough strength to lift my own foot over hers. Her trip sprawled 
me out, face down again. The nightmare wasn't nearly over.
     Her foot again made its presence known, as she kicked me over onto my back, 
rather gently, actually. I stared up at her awesome legs. "You weren't thinking 
of leaving, were you, honey? How could you?" Snickering, she bent down and 
pulled me to my feet with remarkable strength. She then gave me a rather 
forceful shove towards her sister. "Here you go, Kel. You dropped something."
     "No, please..." I babbled as I stumbled towards her, watched her put her 
weight on one long, seductive leg, the other moving up to meet me. I watched 
transfixed as her high-heeled shoe danced before my face, the perfect weapon of 
male destruction. Then she struck, the top of her foot slapping my face to one 
side, then she brought her foot back and the sole of her shoe smacked the other 
side of my face. The double kick knocked me back, right into Dana's waiting 
arms.
     "Hey sis, did you hear what I heard?" Kelly giggled as she brought her leg 
back down.
     Dana turned me to face her. I stared blankly into the sexy blonde's face, 
the evil smile. "Did you beg for mercy, sweetie?"
     The male pride was gone. I'd been beaten so badly I could barely see 
straight. "Y-yes," I stuttered, the words almost choking me. "Please.. please 
stop. You win."
     Dana's smile burst into a grin filled with bright sunshine. "There, was 
that so hard? You finally admitted you can't fight a couple of girls. Doesn't it 
feel good to admit the truth?"
     I realized for a second that she wasn't hitting me, and I felt a ray of 
hope. "Y-yeah, it.. it does." I almost smiled.
     "Good," she beamed. "Then you should have admitted it sooner. We're not 
done with you yet." Before I could protest or do anything, another of her 
punishing jabs pounded my face. My legs almost turned to mush, but she grabbed 
my jacket with one hand to steady me.
     "Hey Kel, how hard do you think I'd have to hit him to floor him right 
now?"
     "Not very."
     "Let's find out."
     I wanted to scream my surrender, but Dana was having none of it. Her smile 
never left her face as she slowly, almost playfully, cocked her fist and threw 
her punch. It cracked into my face, not overly hard, but hard enough. I fell 
back against the trash bin, scrambling desperately to stay upright. Somehow, I 
managed it.
     "Wow, sis, he's still up!"
     "Yeah! I'm impressed, Brad, I really am. We had a guy the other week who 
only took half as much punishment as you have before he was out," Dana assured 
me.
     Good for me, I thought.
     "Hey Kel, did I tell you I've been practicing my kicks?"
     "No, you didn't. You gonna show me one?"
     Oh God, please, no. "Sure, why not?" Dana spoke in my direction. "Keep your 
eye on my legs, sweetie. You know you want to."
     She turned away from me, then spun back towards me, her foot coming up, 
higher and higher.. WHAM. I felt her shoe smash loose another tooth, her 
spinning kick knocking me headfirst into the trash bin. I collapsed to the 
ground, barely conscious. I waited for a peaceful oblivion to overtake me, but 
it never did. Vivid colors danced before my eyes, and every muscle of my body 
seemed to be paralyzed, but I was still awake, somehow.
     "Mmmm.. nice, sis! I couldn't have done any better," Kelly praised.
     "Thanks," Dana laughed. "I think he's just about had it.. Brad, darling, 
did I knock you out?"
     Even in the sorry condition I was in, I didn't want to give her the 
satisfaction of thinking she had. I tried to put some weight on one hand and 
failed to budge one inch. I moaned in hopelessness.
     "Guess not," the blonde giggled. "You're stubborn as hell, aren't you? 
That's good, most of the time. All it got you tonight was the shit kicked out of 
you." As my vision began to clear, her foot kicked me over onto my back. "Let's 
see what we got tonight, Kel." Dana knelt over me and reached inside my jacket, 
relieving me of my wallet. I tried feebly to stop her, but she just brushed my 
hands aside.
     "How much?" Kelly asked.
     Dana stood and rummaged in my wallet. "$500, not bad.. bank card.. by the 
way, Brad, we know how to get the PIN for this. One of our first.. clients was a 
banker. He knows enough to help us."
     I groaned, still unable to move. Dana resumed her search. "Let's see.. 
credit cards.. driver's license.. ID.. my God, Kel, look at this! He's married!"
     Oh, shit. They had everything, my address, everything about me. They knew 
it all. Oh God!
     Kelly laughed at me. "And he wanted to have both of us?! What a sleaze!"
     Dana took the money and cards out of my wallet, then tossed it down the 
alley. "Brad, you're a very naughty little boy, trying to use us like that. I 
guess we'll just have to pay you the same favor, won't we, Kel?"
     I heard evil female laughter as Dana stepped up towards me, kicking my legs 
apart and standing between them. What was she up to? "Wh.." was all I was able 
to get between my busted lips.
     She knelt down and unbuttoned my pants. Oh God, no! I found enough strength 
to flail my arms limply and try to back away. The delectable blonde responded 
quickly, bringing herself up my body far enough to easily send another quick 
punch to my face. My head bounced off the pavement and my arms went limp. 
"That's it, hon, just lie back and relax," she smiled. She then stood and pulled 
my pants down to my ankles and off.
     "Sis, he's not hard anymore," Kelly's voice pouted from somewhere overhead.
     Dana grinned evilly, then sat on the ground between my legs. "Oh, I can fix 
that. Watch, Kel. I want you to see that there's more you can do with your legs 
besides kicking to ruin a man," she said, undoing the strap of her high heel and 
tossing it aside, repeating the move with her other shoe. I moaned at her sexy 
little display, as she made a showy move of caressing her legs and displayed her 
pretty nylon-clad feet. I felt my cock begin to stir involuntarily.
     I fought to the bitter end. It was bad enough being soundly beaten up by 
these two girls. I wasn't about to let them rape me as well. I struggled, 
moaned, and tried to sit up.
     "Kel, hold him down."
     "Right." I felt her grab my arms and pull them back over my head. Dana also 
leaned back where she was sitting and held down my legs. I couldn't move now 
even if I wanted to. Well, I could move my fingers, a little.. and I couldn't 
believe what I felt. It was so silky, firm.. oh God, Kelly's legs. She had my 
hands pinned under her legs.
     "He's starting.." I heard her say as I fought to try to lower the growing 
erection in my shorts.
     "This is nothing, Kel. Watch," Dana smirked. I watched helplessly as she 
slowly, teasingly, brought her sexy feet up on either side of my torso. Then 
they touched my sides, gently, stroking me, the silky, arousing feel of her 
nylons going straight to my pleasure center. The reaction was instantaneous.
     "WOW!" Kelly exclaimed. My cock was rock-solid and nothing I could do would 
get it down, not as long as Dana had me where she wanted me. I writhed as much 
as I could, but I couldn't move.
     "I knew as soon as I saw him staring at my legs that he had a weakness we 
could use," Dana said. Her feet were gently stroking my stomach now, moving 
lower and lower. "You like, Brad?" she asked me. "I'm going to get you off using 
just my feet. They're going to rape you, darling. After all, isn't that exactly 
what you wanted?"
     No, it wasn't what I damn well wanted! I mean, it was, but not now! "No.." 
I mumbled.
     "I don't think he does want it, sis," Kelly giggled.
     "His cock does, Kel.. look." She hooked the waistband of my underwear in 
her toes, pulling them down underneath my balls, rubbing against my cock as she 
did.. I almost screamed in frustration at it. It was pointing straight up, like 
a compass needle. Kelly gave a moan of ecstasy behind me.
     Dana's feet teasingly rubbed around it, touching my crotch, causing my body 
to spasm with the smooth, silky sensation. "See? It's not complaining. You can 
be gentle with your feet and get results too, Kel. Mmmm."
     I was fighting against my own body. Every part of it wanted her touch, 
especially my cock, which was singing and dancing at the command of her feet. 
But it was the last thing that my mind wanted. How much did these two want to 
take from me? Everything, including my dignity, obviously. I tried to at least 
yell something abusive, since I couldn't struggle. "Damn.. ooooh!"
     I got cut off in mid-curse by a huge paroxysm of pleasure. Dana had shifted 
her lovely feet. The toes of one foot gently pressed and rubbed my crotch 
directly underneath my balls, while she ran the big toe of her other foot 
straight up the underside of my swollen cock. The fine touch of her pantyhose 
was driving me wild, the pleasure almost blinding me, it was so intense. Dana 
giggled and purred. God, how could I make her stop? And how could I stop my own 
body from reacting to her wonderful touch?
     "What's wrong, sexy?" Dana teased me. "Never had a footjob before? Or do 
you just hate not being in control? Get used to it. My feet are in command, hon. 
Your cock does what they tell it to."
     "Mmmmm.. go sis!" The pressure Kelly was putting on my hands seemed to be 
bouncing up and down, and I heard a strange sound, something moist.. oh geez, 
she was masturbating over this! I felt ill, but I wasn't given time to think 
about it.
     Dana spread her toes on both sides of my cock, and began rubbing it up and 
down. They barely touched at first, smoothly gliding up my shaft and back. My 
back arched in reluctant ecstasy and I moaned with the feeling of the soft, sexy 
sheen of her nylons. "You're going to cum for me, sweetie, whether you want to 
or not!" Her feet took a more solid hold of my cock and began pumping it.
     Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I writhed in agony and enthrallment. 
My cock was her feet's slave, and as much as I struggled, there was not a single 
thing I could do to stop it. Never in my life had I felt so totally powerless. I 
cried as my cock throbbed and succumbed to her attentions. It belonged to her.
     "Mmmm.. ooooh God, sis, I'm so hot.." Kelly's voice added to my misery. 
Knowing that she was getting off on watching her sister rape me was horrible. 
Dana responded with a wink. Her feet pumped my cock faster and faster. I felt an 
orgasm forming deep inside me. I couldn't hold it back. Her long, sexy legs, 
those delicate, lovely feet that had come within an inch of kicking me 
unconscious, were now giving me pleasure beyond belief. And it was the most 
repulsive experience of my life. I felt her nylon-clad toes dragging the cum out 
of me, inch by inch.
     The next few seconds are a big blur. I remember Kelly yelling, "He's 
cumming!" before giving an orgasmic cry of her own to match my screams of total 
frustration and ecstasy. I remember a huge wave of pleasure sweeping over my 
entire body, a bizarre mixture of total abhorrence and absolute rapture. And I 
remember seeing Dana grin, her feet pointing my cock upwards towards my face, 
watching it spew its juices all over my stomach. I almost puked at the sight.
     And it was over. I lay sobbing, beaten, utterly humiliated. Kelly breathed 
deeply above me, sighing, while Dana removed her feet, took her shoes and began 
to put them back on. She smiled up at me as she did up the straps of her shiny 
leather pumps. "Mmmm, hon," she purred, "I don't remember ever having as much fun 
with any of the others as we did with you. You're special."
     I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die at this point, but she must 
have seen the question in my eyes. "Yes, others. Kelly and I have done this 
before. Several times, in fact. I guess you could call it a hobby. Bored rich 
girls need something to do on the weekend, dear." She stood once her shoes were 
on. "There's something so hot about taking a big, horny man and tearing him down 
with a few good punches and kicks.. mmm, Kel, I am going to cum so hard once 
we're done with him!"
     "It was great, sis! He's the best I can remember!" Oh God. Disgusting. 
     Dana bent down, took hold of my jacket, and lifted me to my feet. "Sweetie, 
you're gonna need plastic surgery to rebuild that pretty little face of yours," 
she laughed sadistically as I felt Kelly grab my arms from behind. "A couple more 
punches won't hurt." She joyfully brought her fists up and tagged my cheek once, 
lightly. I was in so much agony already, though, and I was so close to 
unconsciousness, that it felt like she was pounding my head with a two by four. I 
almost screamed in pain, and my legs bobbled underneath me. If Kelly wasn't 
holding me up, I'd be on the ground again.
     The blonde tormentress snickered at my condition. "That's just a reminder, 
honey.. don't cancel your credit cards on us. After all, we know exactly where 
you live now. You wouldn't want Kelly and I paying you and your loving wife a 
little visit, would you?"
     Oh, God. "Noo.." I sobbed.
     "Good boy," Dana laughed. "You're learning. What do you think, Kel? Are we 
done with this big hunk of man yet?"
     "Almost, sis," I heard her answer. God, would they never finish? "I think he 
looks a bit warm in all these clothes, don't you?"
     Dana giggled. "You're right," she said, and grabbed my shirt collar to hold 
me up as Kelly pulled my jacket off.
     I struggled very feebly. Dana began pulling my tie off and undoing my shirt 
as Kelly threatened me. "Hey, boy toy, if you want to fight some more, we haven't 
even worked up a sweat yet. I could give you the chance to worship my feet the 
way you did Dana's, after I kick you around some more!"
     I stopped fighting them. I saw the large stain of cum on the front of my 
shirt as Dana peeled it off me. I stood there, my shorts pulled down, and they 
were all I had covering me now. "That's better," Dana said.
     The two pairs of female hands turned me around, to face Kelly. She bent 
down, put her shoulder into my gut, and I gave a cry of shock as my feet left the 
ground. This girl was lifting my 180 pounds over her shoulder as if I were 
nothing! She carried me with confidence and ease. "Wh.. where..?"
     Dana's voice responded. "Where are we taking you? We just want to leave you 
someplace that fits you, lover. Over there, Kel. That one looks big enough."
     From my vantage point atop Kelly's shoulder, all I could see were her sexy 
legs and heels as she easily walked with my near-dead weight. That, plus drops of 
blood evidently coming from my mouth and nose as we moved. She stopped, I felt 
her weight shift, then I was dropping backwards. There was a dull metallic 
clanking, and my knees were up almost around my chin, and the two female fighters 
stood over me. Kelly had dumped me into a trash can, and I couldn't move.
     "There you are, hon. Hope you enjoy your accommodations for the night. We'll 
be keeping your clothes, just for souvenirs of our wonderful night together," 
Dana said. "Nighty-night."
     "Dream of me, lover boy," Kelly grinned, raising her fist. She shot it hard 
into my face, once, twice. The first punch sent my eyes rolling up into my skull, 
and the second knocked me out. I remember hearing the sensuous sounds of rich 
female laughter as everything went black..

     And then a voice, a young male voice. "Holy shit, is he dead? Hey! Hey 
Mister!"
     My eyes did not want to open. When they finally did, the light of morning 
punished them severely. And then the pain came back, through every part of my 
body. "Unngghh.." I shared with my audience.
     It proved to be two young boys, neither of whom could have been older than 
twelve, and very scruffy. Street kids.
     "Hey, he's alive!" one told the other.
     I could barely croak words out through my cracked lips. The blood on them 
had dried, and moving them was terribly painful. "Call.. police," I requested.
     "We did already," one of my new friends told me. "Geez, Mister, what 
happened to you? You get caught in a gang war or something?"
     "Something, yeah," I groaned.
     "Your face looks like hamburger meat."
     Thanks, kid, I thought. "Help.." I tried getting out of the trash can, but 
it was no use. I reached out for help.
     The kids took my hand and pulled, but all that did was to pull over the 
trash can. I spilled unceremoniously out of it with a loud crash, just as the 
police arrived.
     I spent the rest of the day in police custody. First we went to the 
hospital. I had ribs that needed bandaging, a black eye, cracked cartilage in my 
nose, and scrapes and cuts that needed fixing. A dental surgeon had to give me 
two new crowns to fix my broken teeth. They almost gave me enough painkillers to 
get rid of the pain, too.
     Then came the worst part. The questions. The cops wanted to know exactly 
what had happened. It never once crossed my mind to tell them the truth. I was 
jumped my a gang of thugs, officer. There were five of them. I fought as best I 
could, even had a couple of them down, but they were just too much for me to 
handle. Yes, they took everything I had on me at the time, the bastards. No, I 
don't think I'd be able to identify them. My memory is a bit hazy. Possibly I 
might have a concussion?
     This seemed to go on for hours, and it was horrifying. I just wanted to be 
able to put it all out of my mind, the horrible beating the two girls had given 
me, the rape.. I wanted to scream, somehow to block all the memories of it.. but 
I'd never, ever be able to do that. Eventually they accepted my story, loaned me 
some clothes, and took me back to my hotel. I paid to have my return flight moved 
up and went home the next day.

     That was twelve years ago. I've never been the same man since then. My wife 
was horrified when she saw what a wreck I was (the kid in the alley was right, my 
face did look like raw meat), and she was even more disturbed when I dismissed 
her worries, gave her the same story I gave the cops, then insisted she drop it. 
And that was just the start.
     I never cheated on her again. I couldn't. To my dismay, I couldn't even have 
sex with her after Dana and Kelly were done with me. Every single time I tried, 
all I could think about were Dana's nyloned feet jacking me off. It got so bad 
that I started feeling nauseous every time I had an erection. It was revolting, 
because every time I thought of the rape, I thought of her toes playing my cock, 
making it scream with pleasure, and remembered that it actually was what I 
wanted, just not the way I wanted it. I haven't been able to have sex since. Dana 
was right, there were lots of ways a woman could use her legs to ruin a man.
     I lost motivation at work, too. Not all at once, but I never went on any 
more "business" trips, and gradually, over a period of months, I just began to 
lose interest. Sometimes it came back to me, and I'd almost be as good as I was 
once, but most of the time it seemed as though I'd lost.. something. I've never 
been able to say what, exactly.
     There were times when I felt better. The most significant of those came a 
year after my trip to LA. I'd gotten some motivation back, I was regaining some 
interest in my life, when a postcard came. Thank God I'd stayed home that day, 
and got to the mail before my wife did.
     The front had a picture of a city skyline on it, with "Los Angeles" in big 
letters. I read the other side with a mixture of horror and shock.

Hi Lover!

It's been a year since we've seen you around these parts.. how's every little 
thing? We're still in business, doing our little "trade".. it's a shame you had 
to leave LA so soon, we had big plans for the next few nights, too. Kelly wanted 
a go at giving you a footjob, too. She really got off on watching you shoot cum 
into the air once Dana was done with you..

How's the wife, hon? Did you ever tell her about us? No? Shame.

We really miss you around here, lover. Dana's feet have never touched anything as 
hard and thick as your cock since. All the men we've gotten our hands on since 
have been nothing compared to you. Come visit us next time you're in town!

All our love, wet kisses,
  Dana & Kelly

     I tore it up in a blind rage, then went and vomited violently. That ruined 
me.
     My wife was very supportive, for a while. She didn't know what had happened 
to me, and I never told her, but she stood by me. She was wonderful, and I know I 
should love her for it, but I find I can't. As I became more and more distant, I 
pushed her away, and she eventually left me. I don't blame her.
     I lost everything. The agency fired me soon after my wife left, and it 
didn't surprise me much. I lost the house, the car.. everything I owned. I moved 
in with my brother for a while, but even he lost patience with me. I refused any 
sort of psychological help. I never wanted to face what happened to me. I've 
wound up sleeping exactly where Dana and Kelly left me, in trash cans and 
dumpsters.
     There have been a lot of times when I've thought of revenge. A lot of times 
when I've cursed both of them and contemplated murder. There have been a lot of 
other times when I remember very clearly how helpless I was against those two 
girls, how easily they beat me, how I had no way of stopping Dana from raping 
me.. even now, after so many years, I would find a way to make them pay if I 
could.