MADAME CHARLENE AND THE STALKERS
by Hamlet



Madame Charlene slammed the phone down. She was very angry. She had just
received another obscene phone call from a man who identified himself only as
Jeff. He had rung the Black Avengers number and pretended to be a client. He
had made several crude sexual suggestions, and was telling Her what he wanted
to do with Her. When Madame Charlene had hung up on him. She was trembling She
was so angry. She thought this was the same person who had been following Her,
stalking Her for the last several days. She had called the police, but they
were not too helpful. If they could not catch him doing something other then
being on the street at the same time that She was they could do nothing.

Madame Charlene decided to go out to the local pub and have some fun. She was
tired of worrying about Jeff. She dressed very sexily for Her night out, in a
tight black leather dress that was short enough to show off Her magnificent,
muscular thighs. It was sleeveless, so Her strong shoulders and bulging biceps
were exposed. She had on black, silk stockings, and black high heels to
complete Her outfit. She wore Her hair in a single, long braid hanging down
across Her wide back. She then put on long black leather gloves. After putting
the finishing touches on Her makeup She was ready. She was gorgeous. Madame
Charlene got in Her car, Her brand new BMW and drove to the club She had
selected. It was one where She had worked as a dancer at one time.

Madame Charlene parked Her car, and entered the club, waving to all the
employees whom She knew while making Her way to the bar. She ordered a double
Margarita and sat down. She listened to the music and was lost in Her thoughts
when She felt a hand on Her shoulder. Madame Charlene did not like anyone to
touch Her, so She spun around to face the person who did it. There was a man
standing there, short, about 5'7" and a bit on the heavy side, with his belly
sticking out over his belt. His hairline was receding and he had a double
chin.

"Hi" he said. "I'm Jeff. I thought it was time we met". "Get away from Me"
Madame Charlene replied. "Aw, come on, babe." Jeff said. "Get off your high
horse, and give a guy a break".

"If you don't leave Me alone, I'll give you a break, all right. If you want
trouble I'll give you trouble!" Madame Charlene said with Her teeth clenched.
She turned to get off the barstool, when Jeff grabbed Her arm.

"Don't walk away from me, you stuck up bitch!" Jeff's grip tightened on Her
arm. He could feel the muscles that had attracted him to Her as he had seen
Her photos rippling under his hand as She tried to pull away. He had grabbed
her left arm as Madame Charlene had turned away.

Suddenly She said, "Okay, if that is the way you want it!" and spun back
around toward Jeff. As She turned She brought Her right fist around and up in
a vicious uppercut that buried it wrist deep in his expansive belly. Jeff
forgot all about holding Her as pain exploded in his gut. He released his grip
on Her left arm as he folded over and grabbed his violated stomach with both
hands.

Madame Charlene decided that She had enough of his annoying attention. Her
recently released left arm came around in a picture perfect left hook,
smashing into Jeff's nose with a loud CCRRAAKK!! breaking his nose as is
blasted in. Blood spurted on Her black leather dress, but She was beyond
caring at this point. She wanted to punish this man for what he had put Her
through the last several days.

Madame Charlene smashed Her right fist into his eye, splitting the skin, and
causing more blood to flow, as Jeff's eye began to swell. Out of the corner of
Her eye, Madame Charlene saw the security men for the club coming toward them,
so She decided to end the brief skirmish right then. Once more Her left hooked
around, this time slamming into his jaw. Jeff's head snapped around, he
staggered back against the bar, then slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Madame Charlene looked down at him and said, "I gave you a break, but it just
happened to be your nose", She picked up Her purse and allowed the security
men to escort Her out of the bar. What She did not see, was two of Jeff's
drinking buddies, who had watched the whole episode, and as Madame Charlene
had beaten and knocked out Jeff, knew that he would want revenge. They made
their way over to him, and picked him up. His broken nose was readily apparent
to them. The got him outside to their car, and took him to the hospital
emergency room. The doctor on duty had confirmed that Jeff did indeed have a
broken nose, but no other severe damage. He taped up the nose and released
Jeff to his friends, Harold and Sam.

Jeff was fully conscious by this time and was very angry. "That bimbo sucker
punched me" he complained. "I was just trying to be friendly and she sucker
punched me. I can't let her get away with that" he said. Harold and Sam
exchanged a glance. "We'll help you get even" Harold said. "We will track her
down, and help you get her" "The three of us should have no trouble with her"
Sam added. Harold and Sam were exact opposites, physically. Harold was built a
lot like Jeff, short and fat. Sam was taller than his two companions and
almost painfully thin.

The three men began to plot how they would get Jeff's revenge on Madame
Charlene. They tracked Her down and found where She lived. They observed Her
habits. They discovered that She often took walks in a wooded area in Hackney
park near Her house. They decided that the wooded area was the perfect place
to attack Her. It was away from the house, and was protected enough that no
one could see what was going on. Each afternoon and evening they staked out
Her house waiting for a sign that She was going to take one of Her walks. At
last She exited the house dressed in Her walking garb. Denim shorts, a leather
halter top that showed off Her flat, hard, belly, and shiny black combat boots
with black socks. The three men looked at each other. This was what they were
waiting for. Jeff's nose had almost healed by this time, and the tape was no
longer necessary. It was just a bit swollen, that was all.

They got out of their car, and cut through the wooded area to a small clearing
where they planned to intercept her. They heard Madame Charlene approaching,
"This is it, now or never" Jeff said and stepped out onto the trail. Madame
Charlene rounded a corner and saw Jeff standing there. "This is trouble." She
thought.

"You didn't think you could get away with what you did to me in that club, did
you?" Jeff asked Her. "I don't want any more trouble with you" Madame Charlene
replied. "Well you got trouble, but not just with me, right boys?" he said.
Harold and Sam stepped out behind her. Madame Charlene's gaze slowly took in
the three men.

"Why don't you boys just go on about your business and let Me get on with
mine." She said. "You are our business, bitch" Jeff said. "If it weren't for
you, I wouldn't have been embarrassed in front of all my friends. I need
satisfaction" Jeff was working up his rage as he spoke.

"Well, you can't get no satisfaction from me." Madame Charlene replied,
knowing that Jeff would miss Her humour, regarding the old Rolling Stones
song. "Get her boys!"

Jeff suddenly shouted. Harold and Sam both moved at Madame Charlene at the
same time. Madame Charlene snapped out Her right foot and it landed squarely
between Sam's legs. He screamed and fell to the ground. Next She turned to
Harold and planted Her hard right fist deep in his ample belly. Harold gagged
and started to go down. Madame Charlene would not allow that. She caught him
and held him up.

Madame Charlene pumped six vicious punches into Harold's belly with Her lethal
right fist. Each punch seemed to sink in a bit deeper than the one before.
Harold' s face was the colour of a sheet as he turned white, from the fist
that was plundering his soft gut. Madame Charlene heard the sound in his
throat, and stepped back as a gush of vomit poured from Harold's mouth. She
had released Her hold on him, so Harold had sunk to his knees.

Madame Charlene stood over him and raised Her right fist high in the air, and
brought it crashing down on the suddenly nauseated man's jaw. There was a loud
crack as it broke under the power of that hard fist, and Harold pitched
forward, out cold in his own puke.

"Well, it is just you and me, it seems" Madame Charlene said to Jeff. With a
roar of anger he lunged at Her. Madame Charlene waited until he was almost
upon Her before bringing Her right fist up in a power packed uppercut. It
smashed under Jeff's chin, stopping his forward momentum still, snapping his
head back and causing him to topple over on his back.

Madame Charlene looked down at him. She was distracted momentarily as She
heard Sam stirring and trying to get to his feet. "Here, let me help you up"
She said to Sam. Without thinking he extended his hand to Her. Madame Charlene
helped the dazed man to his feet. Before Sam could figure out what was
happening, Madame Charlene had buried Her right fist deep in his belly. All
the air whooshed out of his lungs but the pain was only momentary as the
Woman's left fist collided with his jaw, sending him to dreamland, to join
Harold there. The only difference was that Sam's jaw, unlike Harolds, was not
broken, only dislocated.

Madame Charlene turned Her attention back to Jeff. As She walked toward him,
he tried to crawl away. She smiled when She saw his feeble efforts, and
quickly caught up to him. "You wanted Me, now you got Me" She whispered in his
ear. "I'm going to beat you until you beg Me to knock you out." Madame
Charlene continued to whisper. Jeff struggled, but could not escape her iron
grasp.

"I'm going to hurt you Jeff, baby. Hurt you so bad that you will never think
about a woman again without thinking about what I did to you" Madame Charlene
hauled him to his feet. She started with his fat belly, smashing Her hard fist
into it. Left, right, left, right, She alternated them. Jeff had mucous , then
blood, coming out of his mouth and nose from the ferocious belly battering the
Woman was inflicting on him. His stomach was a sea of pain as Madame Charlene
continued to pound Her hard fists into his soft flesh. After twenty or so gut
busting blasts, Madame Charlene stepped back and let the man fall to his
knees. He was heaving on the ground.

Madame Charlene quietly waited until he was through, then got him back on his
feet. She snapped his nose again, this time with a hard, straight right
causing blood to flow freely from his nose, which was broken for the second
time by Her. Madame Charlene set out to mark him up. She closed both of Jeff's
eyes with hard, hooking punches, reopening the cut on the left one from their
previous encounter. First Her left fist, then Her right went smashing into his
mouth, splitting his lips, but She continued, determined to knock out his
teeth. As those iron hard fists continued to smash away, Jeff's teeth began to
give way before the savage onslaught. One after the other, Jeff's teeth, began
to break and come out of his mouth. Soon he was a toothless as a ninety year
old.

At last Madame Charlene's rage cooled. She decided to end the carnage. She
drove Her right fist deep into Jeff's belly one last time, a spray of blood
flew out of his mouth. Her left fist followed the right into is belly,
producing another spray of blood. Then stepping back Madame Charlene set
Herself, and brought Her right fist up in a mighty uppercut that blasted into
Jeff's chin like a freight train. He sailed through the air, and landed on his
back, unconscious.

Madame Charlene dragged Jeff over to his two buddies. As She was looking down,
She thought "You two guys don't look quite right." BAM BAM two quick punches
to Sam's right eye and Harold's left eye, insured that they would have
matching shiners when they woke up

. "That's better" She said. Madame Charlene stacked the three men in a pile
and left to walk home. She stopped at the pay phone on the corner, not wanting
to use Her mobile phone, and called 999. She knew that the three would need
medical attention. Then She continued home.

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