Max and Marcia
by Hamlet



Max Rulz sat in her car in the parking lot outside Dog and Drake pub that was
situated just next to the Crown Court in Hackney. East London. She was dressed
to kill in Her black leather jacket halter neck studded collar, tight leather
gloves and knee length leather boots with sharp razor like high heels. . She
was ready to capture her enemy John Rammel who was charged with multiple
counts of rape, had been dismissed because of an error the police had made in
procedure. The case against him was overwhelming. He had made several
disparaging remarks about the police investigation, then when asked about the
rape victims said "They all wanted it, so I gave it to them".

Max's blood began to boil.

"Something should be done about assholes like this" She had decided with Her
Colleague Marcia. The more They thought about it, the more Their minds began
to formulate a plan. Max would be the one to take care of the Rammels of the
world while Marcia would take care of his pompous lawyer who specialized in
defending rapists Sir Archibald Fryer.

Max had gone to Her computer at the offices of I Love Vengeance (ILV) and
began to research. She found that Rammel had been charged with 8 counts of
rape, and apparently five of those were very solid cases. Now he would be free
to continue his crimes against women. It was unlikely that any of the charges
would be refilled. Max and Marcia vowed to avenge all of those women that had
been victimized by him as this was the business of I Love Vengeance.

Marcia had come to the conclusion that there were many people out there who
were abused in one way or the other, and would love to get even if only they
knew how to go about it. She was offering them a way to seek vengeance through
Her company ILV.

.Max looked at Herself in the mirror of her car. Her beautiful Black body
reflected all of Her hard work over several years in the gym. Broad shoulders
capped with powerful shaped muscle, biceps in the 16.5 inches range and
growing, a hard, muscled waist and powerful legs with 30 inch thighs. Like
Marcia took great pride in Her magnificent body and She spent a great deal of
time working on it at the gym. She was the complete package of beauty and
muscle that She strived for. She had easily won all Her fights having recently
beaten the living daylights out of two ATM robbers. (SEE PREVIOUS EPISODE)

She had studied several forms of martial arts as well as straight boxing over
the years back in the USA, so she had complete confidence in her abilities.
She felt such revulsion regarding Rammel that even though She was not
naturally violent she would certainly make an exception in his case!

Meanwhile in the pub sat Marcia . She was even tougher than Max having worked
as a nightclub bouncer and security guard all Her life. She had won every
single fight in Her life and effectively could not lose a fight. She was even
taller than Max and was proud to be called the Ghanaian Goddess or Marcia the
Invincible.

She was wearing a long black leather trench coat underneath which was a low
cut leather jacket exposing her vast breasts, She wore tight fitting leather
gloves and skin tight black leather pants and thigh length high heeled boots
with razor sharp toes.

She sat in on her own sipping a martini observing Rammel and Sir Archibald who
sat together getting inebriated laughing at how they had wm that case so
easily. Suddenly She could hear Rammel say

'Sir Archie shall I give you a lift my car is just in the car park over
there?'

'Certainly I know we've had a few but the police won't mind especially as they
know me well as a leading barrister!'

God what a fat pompous get he was She thought. As for Rammel how could such a
worm who was so thin with his weedy frame and pencil moustache intimidate all
those women?

Marcia phoned Max

'Get ready Max they're coming into the car park .I'll follow them.'

. Max observed both of them walk straight towards Her. They were both fairly
drunk as Sir Archibald especially had problems walking straight. Her prey had
arrived at last!

She walked straight our to Rammel . In the distance She could see the tall
black leather clad figure of Marcia in the distance.

. "My car has broken down and the battery in my cell phone is dead. Could I
use your phone please?"

Rammel observed this huge Black Woman right in front of him towering over him.

"Of course, certainly " he replied. He pointed out the phone.

Max picked it up but found no dial tone. She looked around and Rammel was
standing there laughing at Her

"I have something else in mind" he said.

"That's funny" She replied "Because I do too."

With that She slipped out of Her leather jacket and exposed Her huge Black
muscles .He gasped as he got his first glimpse of Her muscular frame. However,
he had never had any trouble handling a woman and he didn't expect any now. He
started toward her. Instead of backing up or trying to run, Max moved forward
to meet him. Her foot shot out and Her heel crashed into his knee. He gasped
in pain and dropped to one knee. She pulled him to his feet and buried Her
hard fist in his belly. His eyes got the size of saucers and he couldn't
breath.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Max followed up with several more vicious shots to his weakened stomach. Her
big leather clad fist smashed over and over again into his now soft belly as
She got all of Her considerable strength into each brutal blow. She fighting
experience, loved belly punches.

She continued to wreak havoc with his stomach with Her big, hard fist.
"Gutting" was about to become one of Her favorite sports. She could feel his
stomach turning to mush beneath Her fist. She could also feel Herself
beginning to get wet between Her legs. She realized that this was better than
sex! She was actually getting turned on from beating him. Rammel finally
vomited up all of the beer he had consumed on the ground. She stepped back
quickly when She realized what was going to happen, to keep the foul smelling
stuff from getting on Her.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Meanwhile Sir Archibald was making a desperate attempt to get away but it was
futile Before him stood the huge black leather clad figure of Marcia He tried
to ran but Her boot heel shot out and he fell to the ground

She entwined Her long leather clad fingers in his hair and pulled him to his
feet as he shook with fear. Her mallet fist smashed into his nose, crushing it
into a flat lump of bloody tissue and spraying blood everywhere. She quickly
followed that with several savage punches to his eyes, which began to swell
instantly. They would be closed in a very short time. Crisp, hooking punches
bruised and bloodied the flesh around his eyes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

She then shifted Her attention to his his mouth.Never again would he be able
to argue in court for a rapist! Brutal, hammering smashes ripped and tore his
lips to shreds and broke off several of his teeth, and knocked out several
others. She had been punching to hurt and injure him not to knock him out. Now
She was about finished. There was not even one small area of his face or She
had not brutalized with Her massive , concrete block hard fists. Like Max She
was also very near orgasm.

She held him upright with Her left hand which was wrapped in his bloodstained
shirt. Sir Archibald was now begging Her to stop.

"Please, please stop. Don't hit me anymore, I'll do anything you want, just
please don't hit me again." he mumbled through his torn, ballooning lips and
broken teeth. Marcia looked into his eyes through the slits that were not
quite swollen shut yet. She could see the pain reflected there and also the
fear. That turned Her on even more.

"Too late, asshole! you didn't have any mercy on those women you raped and
humiliated in court so I'm not having any for you either".

She delivered another smash to each eye to make sure that they would be
completely swollen shut. Then Her sledgehammer right fist exploded another
bomb in his battered belly.

Sir Archibald bent double and his feet lifted up off the floor. He seemed to
be suspended on Her fist for an instant. When his feet made contact with the
floor,

Marcia positioned him just so with Her left hand getting his jaw and chin at
exactly the right angle for Her. She brought Her right fist up from the floor
in a titanic uppercut. It landed with a loud crack Under the point of his chin
and his feet left the floor again and He sailed backward to crash into the
wall. He slowly slid down the wall and flopped over on his side, he was
unconscious before he even hit the wall. It was immediately obvious that his
jaw had been not just broken, but shattered.

Marcia and Max slowly walked over to Their victims and prodded him with Their
boots. They got no reaction what so ever. They smiled as They looked at what
used to be their faces which Their fists had re-arranged into a mass of
bruised, broken and bloody tissue.

Max flexed Her mountainous biceps. Marcia slowly ran Her hand over Her arm,
feeling first just the sheer size of it, then the hardness. It felt like an
iron cannonball. They were not quite as big as Hers but She was actually
turning Herself on at the size and beauty of Her Colleague Max. She was
getting wet. Marcia gave Max's right biceps one final squeeze as They both
kissed each other in admiration. . They took last look at the rapist, and the
lawyer that They had just destroyed. They still had not moved at all. 'That's
the last damage they will ever do again. Even with the best plastic surgeons,
their faces would still be broken and disfigured , too many broken bones and
at least half of their teeth have been either broken or knocked out.' said
Marcia in triumph

."There is something so enjoyable about this vigilante business" Max said with
a big smile.

COME ON MAX DARLING LET'S GO!!!'.

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