Abby and Natalie, Part 1
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Two disgruntled college girls begin a crime spree

WARNING: This story contains violence and other things not suitable for 
minors or people with thin skin.  If you are offended by those sorts of 
things, you have been warned. 

Hank and Mark grinned to each other as they walked down the hall of the
girls' wing of the dormitory.  The two eighteen-year-old college freshmen
wanted to become members of the Beta Omega Alpha fraternity, and as 
pledges they had been sent to slip into the girls' bathroom and take some
pictures of naked chicks in the shower.

They paused in front of the bathroom door. "I hear the shower running,"
whispered Mark.  Hank nodded and the boys quietly pushed open the door 
and entered the girls' bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, concealed (for the moment) behind shower curtains,
Abby and Natalie were taking showers.  The two twenty-year-old juniors
were roommates and best friends.  They were smart girls, getting A's and
B's, came from upper middle class backgrounds, and were both star 
athletes on the college softball team.  However, both girls had a darker
side fueled by their strong dislike of authority and their boredom with
the mundane, routine things in life.  This dark side had lain dormant for
twenty years, but would come out with a vengeance very soon.

The boys approached the first shower stall. "On three," Hank whispered.
Mark nodded and on the count of three yanked open the shower curtain, as
Hank raised a camera and began snapping pictures.

Abby let out a shrill scream as her shower curtain was yanked open to
reveal two males leering at her lovely nude body.  At her friend's scream,
Natalie opened her shower curtain and gasped in shock when she saw the 
boys.  Hank hooted and turned his camera to get a few shots of Natalie.

The girls' shock quickly gave way to anger. "You perverted fuckers," 
snarled Natalie as she advanced on Hank, who was still snapping pictures.
Abby, meanwhile, approached Mark, a furious scowl on her face.

The overconfident boys were not afraid as they saw the girls advancing to
attack.  After all, both guys were around 6'1" and 200 pounds and towered
over their female opponents.  Unfortunately for the guys, however, 
neither of them had any real fighting skills, their only fighting 
experience coming from beating up smaller guys in high school.

Natalie and Abby, on the other hand, were excellent fighters, as both of
them had many years of martial arts training.  Being athletes, the girls
had very well-toned, muscular bodies that were still feminine.  Abby 
stood at 5'6" and 130 pounds, with long dark brown hair that went down to
the middle of her back, and gorgeous, ultra-firm 34C breasts.  Natalie was 
a little smaller at 5'5" and 120 pounds.  Her dark brown hair, exactly 
identical in color to her friend's, was shoulder-length, and her lovely
34B breasts were even firmer than Abby's, if that was possible.  In 
addition to their hot bodies, both ladies had elegant, beautiful faces and 
could have been models if they had been a little taller.

Natalie, wasting no time, delivered a brutal kick right to Hank's groin.
Hank screamed like a girl and crumpled to the cold bathroom floor, 
clutching his injured family jewels.  His camera fell to the floor as 
well.  It was probably broken, but to make sure Natalie, showing some
impressive flexibility, raised her leg up into a full vertical split, then
smashed it down onto the camera, annihilating it and shattering it into
hundreds of tiny pieces.  Hank gulped in fear upon seeing his opponent's
capabilities.

Meanwhile, Abby greeted Mark with a powerful punch to the jaw.  As he
stumbled backward, she kicked him in the face, knocking him into the wall.
She cartwheeled over to her opponent, landing right in front of him.
Easily dodging the clumsy punch he threw at her, she drove her knee into
his crotch and laughed as he howled in pain.  She grabbed him by the shirt
collar and headbutted him, then sent him to the ground with a roundhouse
kick to the side of his head.  Mark lay where he landed, unable to move.

Natalie kicked Hank in the gut as he lay on the floor, eliciting another
scream of pain from him.  Leaping on top of him, she pummeled his face
with vicious punches until he was unconscious and his face was a bloody 
mess.

Natalie climbed off her opponent and gave Abby a high-five. "What should
we do with them now?"

"I know," said Abby after thinking for a moment. "Let's give them a taste
of their own medicine." She began removing Mark's clothes.  Natalie 
grinned and began doing the same with Hank's.

After stripping the boys naked, the girls tied the guys' hands behind 
their backs with their shirts, then stuffed the boys' own underwear into
their mouths for gags. "We should take some pictures," said Abby. "Too bad
you smashed the camera."

"Hey, it was just the heat of the fight, you know?" Natalie responded.
"Besides, the look on that guy's face when my kick destroyed his camera 
was priceless.  He looked like a scared little rabbit." She paused. "The
other girls would love to see this.  I'm sure some of them will take 
pictures."

Abby, snickering in anticipation, started for the door. "Um..." said
Natalie, pointing to Abby's nudity.

"Oh, right," said Abby.  Both girls giggled as they wrapped towels around
their (firm) bodies.  They went out and knocked on all the doors in the
hall, inviting the residents to come to the bathroom for a big surprise.

Five minutes later, the girls of the hall were all crowded in the bathroom,
laughing their asses off and many of them taking pictures of a humiliated 
Hank and Mark (who had woken up and were feeling the full heat of their 
embarrassment).  Abby and Natalie, at the back of the crowd, looked at each
other and smiled in triumph.

A week later, the girls were at softball practice.  The season would be
starting soon and they were looking forward to it.  Suddenly, their coach,
Mr. Wilson, approached them with a worried look on his face. "Natalie,
Abby," he said. "Mr. Castigan, the athletic director, wants to see you 
right away.  Um...I think it's going to be pretty bad."

As the girls entered Castigan's office, he curtly told them to have a seat.
"Our athletic program prides itself on having not only good athletes, but
good role models as well," he began. "That means keeping good grades, it
means not doing drugs, and it means behaving like respectable young ladies
and gentlemen.  That stunt you pulled with those two boys is NOT what this
department needs.  For that, I'm suspending you from the softball team for
the rest of the season.  Also, the president of the university has 
instructed me to inform you that he has decided to put you on probation."

"What the fuck?" said Natalie. "Those two boys came into the girls' 
bathroom and violated OUR privacy, and now because we turned the tables on 
them you're punishing US?!"

"You all did wrong, so you're all being punished," said Castigan in a 
monotone. "Those boys are receiving the same punishment that you're 
getting."

"So for defending ourselves, we're as bad as them now?" snapped Abby. "Is 
that some fucked up shit or what?"

"You young ladies had better watch your language," droned Castigan. "Your
punishment has been set.  Coach Wilson stood up for you, although I can't 
see why.  You seem like a couple of troublemakers to me.  I believe that 
concludes our business.  You may leave now."

The girls left the office, muttering "Can you believe this?" to each 
other.  They met Coach Wilson on the softball field. "Castigan suspended 
us for the rest of the season!" said Abby.

Wilson stared. "The rest of the season? I didn't think he'd be that harsh! 
I tried to tell him you were just defending yourselves and didn't deserve
anything, but he refused to listen to me and was insistent on punishing 
you.  Then I tried to talk to University President Bennington about not 
putting you on probation, but he wouldn't even grant me an appointment."

"Thanks for standing up for us," said Natalie. 

"Not that those administrator types would ever listen," sighed Wilson. 
"There's a saying...those who can, do; those who can't, teach; those who 
can't teach, administrate.  The team will certainly miss your skills." Both
girls could certainly be considered stars.  Last season, Natalie had had 
the highest batting average of any player in the entire division, and Abby 
had led the team in RBIs.  Both of them had been nominated for defensive 
awards as well, Natalie at shortstop and Abby at third base.  After saying 
goodbye to Coach Wilson and their teammates, the girls headed back to their 
room.

That night, Natalie and Abby sat in their dorm room, drinking beers they 
had bought with their fake IDs.  It was a cold night and it had started 
raining. "This is depressing," sighed Natalie. "Let's do something to cheer 
ourselves up."

"What do you have in mind?" Abby asked.

"A little revenge," said Natalie.  Abby grinned. "Castigan keeps a van by 
his office at the athletic complex," Natalie continued. "We could pay it a 
little visit." She walked over to their mini-refrigerator and held up a 
carton of eggs.

Ten minutes later, the girls stood before Castigan's van.  No one else was 
out on a night like this.  Natalie was carrying the carton of eggs and Abby
was holding a softball bat that she had picked up on the way.

The girls began pelting the van with eggs.  After they had used up the full
dozen, Abby started smashing the vehicle's windows with the bat, while 
Natalie took out a pocketknife and slashed the tires.

"I think it needs a finishing touch," said Abby. "Also, all that beer is
making me want to piss." Reaching through the broken driver's side window,
she unlocked the van and opened the door.  Squatting on the driver's seat,
she urinated all over it.

"I gotta pee too," snickered Natalie.  She opened the door on the other side
and quickly urinated all over the passenger seat.  Climbing out, she sighed
in satisfaction. "I think his office needs a little attention too." The 
girls picked up rocks and hurled them at the windows of Director Castigan's 
office, breaking them all.

Abby and Natalie smiled as they admired their handiwork. "How about paying 
our respects to President Bennington?" said Abby.

Bennington's office was on the third floor of the Administration building.
The windows looked small and distant. "Well, let's test our softball girl
skills," said Natalie, picking up a rock.  She threw it at one of the
windows, striking it dead center and shattering it.

"Nice throw, Nat!" said Abby.  She picked up a rock of her own and hurled it
at the next window.  Again the rock hit dead center, shattering the window.

Suddenly, an alarm started blaring.  The girls looked at each other, then
began running at top speed back to their dorm, giggling like schoolgirls all
the way.

They were still giggling when they reached the safety of their room.  "Shit,
that was fun," said Abby.

"Yeah," said Natalie. "We should do more stuff like that.  It feels so good
to actually strike back, to have some power of our own." She paused. "You
know, maybe we should get out of here for a while.  The cops'll probably 
finger us for the vandalism since we have grudges against Bennington and
Castigan.  Plus, on the road we'll have lots of opportunites for some more
fun."

"I think that's a good idea," Abby agreed.  They quickly packed some things,
then loaded them into the trunk of Abby's car.  Natalie looked at her 
friend. "How many beers have you had?"

"Oh, um...four, I think.  Yeah, four."

"I've only had three.  I'll drive."

"You'd better not crash my car, Nat," said Abby, reluctantly handing over 
the keys.

They headed off into the night, comfortable in the warm car, listening to 
the raindrops drumming on the roof and the steady sound of the windshield
wipers.  Natalie turned the radio on and the girls sang along to the music,
giggling to each other over their earlier vandalism during the commercial
breaks.  

Eventually, they stopped at a motel for the night.  After checking in and
getting settled in their room, Natalie rubbed her (flat) stomach. "I'm
getting the munchies."

"Me too," said Abby. "Hey, there's a taco place across the street that's
open 24 hours."

Ten minutes later, the girls were walking back to the motel with a bag of
food when they heard a loud wolf whistle.  Turning, they saw a scruffy,
ugly homeless man staring at them with a sexual look on his face.

"Another pervert," grumbled Abby.  

She started to walk away, but Natalie grabbed her arm. "Now's a chance for
some anti-pervert payback," she whispered.  Abby slowly nodded.

Natalie approached the man from one side as Abby approached him from the 
other. "Hey, is that a Snickers bar in your pocket or are you just glad to 
see us?" Both girls began snickering (no pun intended).

The homeless man was confused.  He had whistled at many women and they
usually either walked away immediately or yelled at him and then walked 
away.  None of them had ever approached him with a sexual comment like these
two were doing.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" smirked Abby.

Natalie crossed her slender but muscular arms in front of her. "Why did you
whistle at us?" she asked in a calm but cold voice. "What did you think you
were going to gain?"

"I...I'm sorry," stammered the man.  He began to turn away, but Natalie
suddenly grabbed his arm.

"I'll tell you when you'll be sorry," she hissed. "You'll be sorry when 
we're through with you." She twisted his arm painfully, then socked him in
the stomach, causing him to double over.  She shoved him at Abby, who caught
him and held his arms behind his back.  Natalie began pummeling the helpless
man with strong punches to his face and chest.  As she pounded him, she 
cursed Bennington, Castigan, and the two boys who had invaded the shower, as
well as her overbearing and oppressive parents.

After a while, the girls switched places, Natalie holding the man as Abby 
took her turn at pummeling him.  When Natalie finally released him, he 
slumped to the ground, semi-conscious.

"Get up, fucker," snarled Natalie, kicking him viciously in the back.  He
yelled in pain. "If you don't get up quickly, I'll start stomping your 
face," she snapped.

The homeless man struggled to his feet, fear in his eyes. "Bet you wish 
you'd picked on somebody else, huh?" Natalie laughed. "Come on, you're
supposed to be a man.  Can't you handle a couple of girls? Here, take your
best shot."

He swung his fist at her stomach.  Natalie tensed her abs.  The man grimaced
as his fist impacted her tanned wall of abdominal muscle.  She smirked, 
unhurt by the punch. "That's your best shot, huh? Well, here's mine." With
that, Natalie swiftly performed a standing back handspring, kicking her
victim in the face as she flipped.  The man was knocked back to the ground.

"Good one, Nat," said Abby.  She grabbed the man and hauled him to his feet.
"Now it's time for my best shot." Abby launched herself into a gymnastic 
flip, but instead of a handspring she did a powerful back layout.  Again a
pair of female feet impacted the bum's face, and again he was knocked to the
ground, his undignified landing in sharp contrast to Abby's neat one after 
her perfect backflip kick.

Natalie gave her friend a high-five, then stood over the homeless man. "You
perverts are all the same," she said. "You treat us as objects and you 
punish us when we fight back.  You have no respect for women.  Well, after
tonight you'll respect our fighting abilities." Grabbing him by the neck, 
she brutally kneed him in the face, releasing blood.  She then did a final
kick to his head to knock him out.

"Wow, that was wild," said Abby.  She suddenly looked over at the bag of 
food, which she had placed on the ground before the fight. "Damn, our food's
cold now."

"Oh well," replied Natalie. "It was worth it."

Over the next week, the girls made a road trip out of it.  Each night, they
would stop in a different town and find a motel.  Then they would go out,
dressed in tight, revealing clothing, and wait for a male to perv on them,
at which point they would beat him up.  Most of their victims were homeless
men, although some well-dressed men also fell victim to the girls' talented
fists and feet.  

During the day, they would watch TV, play video games, and read the 
newspapers to make sure no one was after them.  They would also talk about 
the things best friends talk about, a lot of it being bitching about their 
parents.  Natalie in particular resented hers.  She hated her father for
being domineering, traditionalist, and condescending to women, but in a way
she hated her mother even more for being a doormat and never standing up to
her husband.  Natalie's father frequently yelled at and berated both her and
her mother, but was always careful to keep the abuse verbal, never physical,
so that the police would not be called.  Natalie would shout back at her
father and huge fights would erupt.  Her mother never yelled back and just
took the abuse.  It showed on her face, thought Natalie.  Although her 
mother was forty-five years old, she looked fifty-five.  Natalie, on the
other hand, let her stress out and didn't let it bottle up inside her.  It
was no surprise that she looked her age.

Abby had always seemingly been on good terms with her parents, but deep 
down, beneath the polite appearance of her relationship with them, it was a 
rather cold one that didn't have a lot of love.  Her parents devoted more 
time to each other than to their child.  She remembered visiting a friend's 
house when she was in elementary school, and getting the feeling that her 
friend got more attention from her parents than she did from hers, even 
though Abby was an only child and her friend was one of five children.  Her 
father wanted her to follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer, without
much concern for what she wanted.

One night, things took an unexpected turn.  Abby and Natalie had cornered 
another homeless man who had perved on them.  They were about to commence
kicking his ass when he suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at them.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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