MADAME CARAMELA BEATS HER VICTIM MERCILESSLY
by Hamlet



UUUNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Madame Caramela heard a moan coming from where Dave was still rolling on the
grass holding his stomach. She walked slowly over to Dave. She looked down at
the man who was in obvious agony. He was clutch his belly and still moaning
softly.

"I guess that was a pretty good punch." she said. "That was compliments of
Stephen my friend, now you are going to get the rest of your beating."

The words didn't seem to register with the pain ridden man. She took his hair
in her fingers.

"Up you go, sweetie" she said to him. She knew that Stephen wanted him marked
up pretty badly, so she first decided to break his nose.

Dave now tried to get away, managing to break her grip and stumble, still
hunched over, toward his car.

She watched him for a few seconds then sprinted ahead and was leaning against
his car when he finally arrived there.

"Come on, I'm giving you a chance to fight back." she said to him.

Dave took a wild swing with his right which she blocked easily with her left
arm.

She then drove that lethal right fist deep in his pudgy belly again. She got
all 176 pounds into the savage gut buster. This time Dave could not contain
himself

as his dinner came out in a projectile spray. He dropped to his knees then
pitched face first into his own vomit and passed out.

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

She stood there for a bit, then picked up her camera. First, she went over to
Catherine whom Madame Dionne her Associate had just pulverised. She took a
shot of Catherine's face with both eyes now completely closed from the
swelling, and a lovely shade of purple all around it. She even took a shot of
Catherine's vomit. The unconscious woman didn't even move during the picture
taking.

Next, she moved back over to Dave. She took a shot of him face down in his own
puke, then propped his head up and took a shot of his face covered with his
own refuse while he was still obviously out cold. She put down the camera and
pulled

Dave's shirttail out. She wiped his face off with it, removing the remnants of
his puke from his face.

Dave was coming around by this time.

"W-W-What a-are y-you doing?" he stammered.

"Cleaning off your face." she answered. "I don't want to get your puke on my
fists." she continued.

Before Dave could say anything else, she pulled him to his feet. She released

him and he immediately but both hands to his damaged belly, still moaning
softly.

"W-Why a-are you doing this to me?" he asked.

"I represent Stephen, remember him, you sleezeball?" was her answer. "You are
going to learn what it means to insult and demean my dear friend' she said.

Suddenly she drove her left fist straight into his nose, she could feel it
give, but not break, so she repeated the punch, but harder this time.

SSNNAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!! went the cartilage and blood spewed out from his
busted beak. Under her powerful punch his aquiline nose folded up like an
accordion. It would probably never be straight again without extensive
reconstructive surgery. Dave forgot all about the pain is his belly as white
hot shards of pain shot through his face from his broken nose.

Very carefully she dotted each of his eyes first with her left fist, then her
right. Now he and Catherine would have a matched pair of beautiful shiners.

"I really like this, "Madame Caramela thought. "I should have gotten into this
kind of work a long time ago."

She could feel herself beginning to get wet as she continued Dave's
punishment. Her fists smashed his face like twin hammers, tearing the skin,
bruising, breaking. as she felt one of his cheekbone's crumbles under her
stony fist. His face began to resemble an impressionist painting, all red and
black and blue. Now his face felt soft as much as her fist slammed into it,
still she kept pounding away.

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Now she was systematically breaking out his teeth with her brutal fists. Dave
barely hung to consciousness by a slim thread. She turned her attention to his
pudgy belly again, sinking punch after cruel punch up to the wrist in his soft
gut. Dave was gagging but there was nothing left to come up.

He had started out crying and begging, but now the only sound he made was
UUNNNHHH!! as her savage fists sank into his broken face and body.

At last she stopped. She stepped back and set herself for one last mighty
punch. She launched her right fist with all the power of her muscular body
getting her legs, hips and shoulders into it as her fist exploded on Dave's
jaw with a loud

KKKRRRAAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

More teeth and blood came out in a heavy spray, and Dave spun around and flew
through the air, to land on his face in the grass, unconscious. She picked up
her camera. She took a picture of Dave as he sprawled unconscious.

Then she dragged him by the collar over to the patio chair and propped him up
in it. She took closeups of his battered and broken face, with both eyes
closed, face sunken in where the cheekbone had crumbled, split lips broken
nose and two shots with his mouth open showing the broken and shattered teeth.

"Stephen should be happy with this. "she said.

She took one last look at the two battered and broken troublemakers and walked
slowly out of the yard with her Associate Black Scorpion Madame Dionne

. "The only problem Dionne is that this make me very horny." she said to her
as she walked to her car.

The next day she gave the pictures to Stephen at his house.

Stephen was thrilled with the destruction that Madame Caramel and Madame
Dionne had rained upon both Catherine and Dave.

"Wait here for a minute." he said. He left the room. He returned in just a few
minutes. he had five hundred pounds in his hand.

"Take this." he said.

"After seeing those pictures, it is a bonus for a job well done." he said.

"I think both of them will think a long time before they try anything like
that again. sweetheart " Madame Caramela said holding him tightly in her
leather gloved hands.

Madame Caramela and Madame Dionne shook hands with him and they both hugged
and kissed him on the lips.

Madame Caramela drove back to her office.

When she got home, she turned on her computer. She opened up The Black
Avengers e-mail. There were four messages there.

"This is the start of a great business The Black Avengers " she thought as she
looked at her slightly skinned knuckles on her right hand.

She opened the first message and started reading!

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