THE VENGEANCE OF THE BLACK AVENGERS
by Hamlet



Madame Caramela sat in her car in the parking lot outside the Jolly Roger pub
that was situated just next to the Crown Court in Nottingham. 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 sworn enemy John Randall who was charged with
multiple counts of rape and whose case had just 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".

Madame Caramela's blood began to boil.

"Something should be done about arseholes like this"

She had decided to take action with her Black Scorpion Colleague Madame
Dionne. The more they thought about it, the more their minds began to
formulate a plan. Madame Caramela would be the one to take care of Randall
while Madame Dionne would take care of his pompous lawyer who specialized in
defending rapists Sir Brian Johnson.

Madame Caramela had gone to her computer at the offices of the Black Avengers
and began to research. She found that Randall had been charged with eight
counts of rape, and apparently five of those were very solid cases. Now he
would be free to continue his crimes against women.. Madame Caramela and
Madame Dionne vowed to avenge all of those women that had been victimized by
him as this was the business of the Black Avengers.

Madame Dionne 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 the Black Avengers

Madame Caramela 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
Madame Dionne she 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.

She had studied several forms of martial arts in particular Norselandic Gym
Kata as well as straight boxing over so she had complete confidence in her
abilities.

She felt such revulsion regarding Randall and could not wait to ger her hands
on him

Meanwhile in the Jolly Roger pub sat Madame Dionne. She was very tough but not
quite as tough as Madame Caramel though she had worked as a nightclub bouncer
and security guard most her life. She had won every single fight in her life
and effectively could not lose a fight.

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 Randall and Sir Brian who
sat together getting inebriated laughing at how they had won that case so
easily. Suddenly she could hear Randall say

'Sir Brian 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 git he was she thought! As for Randall how could such a
worm who was so thin with his weedy frame and pencil moustache intimidate all
those women?

Madame Dionne phoned Madame Caramela.

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

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

She walked straight out to Randall. In the distance She could see the tall
black leather clad figure of Madame Dionne.

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

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

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

Madame Caramela picked it up but found no dial tone. She looked around and
Randall 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 towards her. Instead of backing up or trying to run, Madame
Caramela 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 breathe.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Madame Caramela 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 loved fighting and especially loved belly punches.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

She continued to wreak havoc with his stomach with her big, hard fist.
"Gutting" was about to become one of her favourite 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 far better
than sex! She was really getting turned on from beating him.

Randall 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 boots.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

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

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

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 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 Madame
Caramela she was also very near orgasm.

She held him upright with her left hand which was wrapped in his bloodstained

shirt. Sir Brian 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. Madame Dionne 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, arsehole! 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 Brian 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,

Madame Dionne positioned him just so with her left hand getting his jaw and
chin act 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 completely shattered.

Madame Dionne and Madame Caramela slowly walked over to their unconscious
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.

Madame Caramel flexed her mountainous biceps. Madame Dionne 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 Madame
Caramela. She was getting wet all over..

They both kissed each other in admiration. They took a 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 Madame Dionne in triumph

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

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

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