ADAORA'S REVENGE
by Hamlet

All of the athletes that were working out in the men's weight room stopped
what they were doing and stared in stunned silence at what was probably the
strangest sight any of them had ever seen. "HI boys ,"Adaora Aghugalam the
large, muscular Nigerian girl and Blackazon casually said as she entered the
male domain of testosterone; calmly dragging the six cheerleaders by their
hair behind her

."Can anybody here please tell me where I can find Ritch Morgan? I have a
score to settle with him."

"He should be here in a few minutes," one of the boys managed to say.

"O.K. then, I'll just lift some weights until he gets here."

Adaora led the girls over to one of the corners and forced them to sit down.

"You will remain. here until I tell you otherwise," she said sternly."Leave
without my permission and I'll spank you again."

Then, turning back to the surprised boys, the six-foot, 230-pound girl flashed
her prettiest smile and asked, "So, who's the strongest guy here?"

"I guess I am," he said, "since Ritch hasn't arrived yet."

"I remember you. We *met* in the hallway this morning; tee, he, he. So, how
much can you lift Greg?"

"I can bench press 350 pounds."

Adaora walked over to a barbell that appeared to weigh around 250 pounds

."While I'm waiting for Ritch, let's you and I have a little weightlifting
contest. O.K. Greg? You go first."

Although Adaora wasn't speaking to him in a threatening manner, there was
something about the way this large girl conducted herself that demanded
compliance. Perhaps it was her tone of voice, or the air of supreme confidence
she seemed to have in herself. Or maybe it was those 17-inch biceps and
massive thighs. Whatever it was, when the powerful brunette said to Greg 'you
go first'...he went first.

Greg assumed his position on the bench and grabbed the barbell above him
firmly with both hands. Adaora stood near-by to help him if he needed it.
Slowly, he raised the bar off the stand and began. 1...2...3...4...5...Greg
began to struggle now, 6...7...8. When he lowered the barbell for the ninth
time, he couldn't raise it up so Adaora lent her assistance and helped him
return it to the stand.

"We'll call that eight and a half," she giggled,

"Now it's my turn."

After helping Greg up off the bench, Adaora laid down and let her long,
beautiful black hair fall to the floor. She reached up, grabbed the bar and
began to lower and raise it with surprising ease; calling out the number of
lifts as she
id."1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14...and 15.

'," That was fun," she laughed as she returned the bar to its stands. Her
laughing was the only sound that could be heard in the weight room; all the
boys just stood there in shock.

Then they heard another sound, that of the weight room door opening; Ritch
Morgan had arrived.

"Well hello there Ritchie," Adaora said as she rose from the bench," I've been

waiting for you."

"Nobody calls me Ritchie," the huge boy growled, "I hate that name!"

"Well, I hated to be called fatso Ritchie, but that didn't stop you and Shana
from calling me that every chance you got. And when poor Chris politely asked
you to stop, you beat him up. So now Ritchie, I'm going to return the favour."

Adaora bravely began to walk towards the six-foot five-inch, 275 pounds
football star; smashing her right fist hard into her left palm as she did.

"By the time I'm through with you, you're going to regret ever laying a finger
on

my kind, sweet friend; you big bully."

It was then that Ritch noticed Shana and the other cheerleaders sitting in the

corner. "What in the hell are they doing here?"

"I invited them Ritchie; they're here to watch your demise."

"She beat us all up and spanked us Ritch," Shana cried out. "Then we were
humiliated when she dragged us over here by our hair- through the entire
school grounds. When word of this gets out, we'll be the laughing stock of the
entire school. Kill that bitch!"

"Bitch? bitch? My, my Shana, what language. You've just earned yourself
another spanking -after I take care of Ritchie that is."

The powerful girl then turned her attention back to the biggest, strongest,
and most feared boy in school.

"O.K. tough guy, are you ready to rumble? Let's get it on."

Adaora showed no outward sign of fear as she closed in on Ritchie fact, she
had a smile on her beautiful face which seemed to say, "I'm really going to
enjoy kicking your ass."

Ritch, for his part, found himself in a very awkward situation. He was being
publicly challenged to a fight - by a girl! Not only in front of all his
football buddies but his girlfriend as well; whom Adaora had humiliated. Both
his pride and reputation were at stake. Girl or no girl, Ritch had no choice
but fight her; and fight her.

Hoping to end this farce quickly, the massive boy threw a hard punch at Adaora

which, unfortunately for him, she easily ducked under it . She then threw a
hard

punch of her own which connected solidly on his jaw; snapping his head back.

Another punch into his unprotected stomach quickly followed by an uppercut To

his jaw again and the strong girl sent Ritch reeling backwards.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

He tripped over a barbell lying on the floor and landed flat on his back.

"You'd better get used to being on the floor Ritchie," Adora giggled, "because
I'm going to put you there a lot today."

"Like hell you will!" he screamed as he got to his feet. Furious, Ritch
charged forward. As he was not a trained fighter, unlike her, Ritch's strategy
- if you could call it that - consisted of simply throwing hard punches in the
hope that one of them would land. After all, when you're six-feet five inches
tall and weigh 275 pounds, how many kids in high school can stand up to you?
None; at least not until now that is.

Remembering the advice Ruthe Valero's (her Norselandic martial arts instructor

over the summer) gave her, Adaora decided not to meet his attack head on but

rather to fight on the defensive. She would wait for her large opponent to
make

a mistake and, when he did, she would strike. It wasn't long before Ritch gave

her the chance she was looking for.

Wham! Pow! Smash!

Three solid punches from the powerful girl after she again ducked under his
wild right hook stopped Ritch in his tracks. A hard kick to the jaw and he was
sent on his back again!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

."Like I said Ritchie, you'd better get used to being there; tee, hee, hee."

As Ritch was taking longer to rise this time Adaora had a few free moments.she
gazed at her reflection in the weight room mirror and thought about how the
physical changes she underwent over the summer that affected her psychological
outlook.

. Now, she possessed a beautiful, strong 230-pound body and felt absolutely
fantastic

about 'herself. On her very first day back at school she won the starting spot
as the centre on the women's basketball team, avenged the two years of
humiliation she had to endure at the hands of Shana and her cheerleaders and
was in the process of beating up the toughest boy in school for hurting her
good friend and lover Chris. What a difference 'three months can make! Adora
noticed in the mirror that Ritch had gotten to his feet and was coming 'at
her.

"Oh goodie, ready for some more Ritchie?"

This time she did meet his attack head on. A furious exchange of punches then
ensued between the huge, angry boy and the beautiful Blackazon. Ritch did

manage to hit Adaora with some glancing blows, but none of them seemed to

have any effect on her.

Adaora's punches, on the other hand, did. Blood soon began to 'pour out of
Ritch's nose and his lip was swelling. After Adora caught him with a solid
right cross to his left eye, it began to close. All the cheerleaders and
football players watched in amazement as the powerful, girl began to 'give
their hero the beating of his life; laughing and teasing him as she did.

" So, this is the great Ritchie Morgan; the biggest, strongest, most 'feared
boy in school? I'm disappointed in you Ritchie; very disappointed. I expected
you to give me a much tougher time than this. You do make 'a good 'punching
bag though; tee, hee, hee."

Adaora backed Ritch into a corner and began to hammer away at him with her
mighty fists. He was barely able to defend himself.

"You're bullying days are over tough guy. From now I'm going to see to it that
you behave yourself."

The humiliation of being battered to a pulp by a girl in front of his
teammates and girlfriend 'proved to be 'too much for the once proud star
athlete; Ritch began to cry like a baby. Adaora grabbed the now helpless boy
'firmly by the shirt undocked back her right fist.

"This one's for Chris," she said as she prepared to smash her fist hard into
his already mangled face. She would have hit him too, had not a familiar voice
behind her said,

"Adaora, please don't hit him again; he's had enough."

"Why Chris, what are you doing here?"

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