Bad Luck Ben: Episode II: Flashback
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
The start of my bad luck with women

My name is Benjamin, but you can call me by my nickname, "Bad Luck Ben."
It's a nickname I gave myself, because of my chronic bad luck, particularly
in matters involving the female sex. Basically, not only do I get rejected
by women a lot, I actually get beaten up by them.

Although it is of course humiliating to get beaten up by a girl, for me, in
a way, it's also sort of a strange turn-on. I've always liked strong,
athletic, ass-kicking women, and if it was my ass they were kicking, it 
still had its allure. Before the first time it happened to me, I wondered
what getting beaten by a female would be like. Growing up, I had several
near misses, so to speak.

When I was in third grade, I somehow pissed off this pretty brunette named
Alicia, who cornered me and threatened to kick my butt. I knew the 
following things about her: She was taller and stronger than me (she was 
two grades ahead), she had a fiery temper, and she had several years of
martial arts experience. I wouldn't have stood a chance. Luckily, a
teacher passing by stopped her from doing anything to me.

In sixth grade, I got into an argument with a pretty Asian girl named 
Andrea, who was in my physical education class. I knew that she was a
natural athlete (she was a great basketball player despite her relatively
petite height), and that she was a fast runner and could kick a soccer ball
really far, which meant she had powerful legs. She got right in my face 
(she was about two inches shorter than me) and, in front of most of the 
class, threatened to kick my ass. I couldn't muster any response besides
stammering nervously. It was clear to everyone that she was the stronger
and more confident one, and the other kids all laughed at me. Luckily, she
didn't follow through on her threat.

In seventh grade, a pretty Latina named Nichole got mad at me. One of her
pens had gone missing and she blamed me. When I denied knowing anything 
about it, she swung her fist and socked me in the shoulder. She then
challenged me to a fight after class. I knew that she got in a lot of 
fights (and won most of them), that she had a stunningly fit body (she
usually wore tight, revealing clothing), and (from my sore shoulder) that 
she could punch really, really hard. I declined to fight her, reasoning
that it was better to avoid a fight and be thought a wimp, than to get my 
ass kicked and remove all doubt.

However, it was not until I was in tenth grade that my first vixen of pain
came into my life and actually kicked my ass. Her name was Marie. When I
think of her now, I become both aroused and nervous.

Marie was a pretty girl, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a healthy 
tan. She was the same age as me, and about my height and weight as well.
(At the time, I'd guess we were both around 5'5" and 135 pounds). However,
my body was just unfit substance, while hers was solid, feminine muscle.
She was a wonderful athlete who did a lot of different sports, including
gymnastics and softball (she held the school record for tenth grade girls'
softball throw - I think she threw it something like 170 feet), but her big
sport was soccer. Even though she was only a sophomore, she was already
one of the best midfielders on the girls' varsity soccer team. She could
kick the ball more than half the length of the field. She was also known
for two more things. One, whenever she scored a goal, she would celebrate
by doing back handsprings on the soccer field. Two, she could do great
flip-throws, which were a kind of throw-in where the player would do a 
front handspring over the ball, using her momentum to launch the ball way
further than a regular throw-in could make it go.

So that was Marie. She hung out with her crowd (the girl jocks, who were
some of the most popular people at school because they combined the 
athletic talent of the male jocks with the beauty of the female 
cheerleaders) and I hung out with mine, which was basically a small group
of my fellow social misfits. I imagined I'd go through all four years of
high school without her once saying a word to me, but I was wrong.

The incident happened one sunny spring afternoon. The week before, I had
missed a geometry test because I had been out sick. So I had to make up
the test after school that day. Because I usually took the school bus home, 
and because the bus would leave long before I was done with the test, my mom 
would have to pick me up after she got off work at five. I finished the 
test at four, so I had at least an hour to kill before my mom would arrive.

I wandered down to the athletic field, hoping to see some sexy female 
athletes in action. I was not disappointed. Although the girls' soccer
practice had just ended, some of the girls, including Marie, were still on
the field, kicking the ball around, doing cartwheels and handstands, and
generally showing off their athletic abilities. Even though it had been
just a practice, a fair-sized crowd had come to watch the soccer girls,
partly because they were so good (they had won the city championship last
year), and partly because almost all the girls were very hot. Most of the
crowd was still there.

I moved in for a closer look. Marie and two other girls were on the field,
showing off. I recognized Danielle (or "Danni", as she liked to be called),
the captain of the girls' soccer team. She was a senior, about 5'9" and 140
pounds, with long brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. The
third soccer girl was Vanessa, a junior and one of the leading scorers on 
the team. She was a Latina with shoulder-length dark brown hair, and was
around 5'6" and 130 pounds. All three girls had muscular but feminine 
bodies, shown off by the soccer uniforms which they were still wearing, and 
attractive, elegant-looking faces.

The three of them were engaged in a handstand race, their strong arms
supporting their weight as they made their way across the field, giggling,
while the watching crowd cheered them on. All three young ladies managed to
walk on their hands amazingly far before Danni was the first to fall. 
Vanessa fell down a few seconds later. Marie continued to handstand-walk as
far as she could go before she finally went down. Damn, she must have
incredible strength and stamina. 

The distance of Marie's handstand-walk had taken her past the main body of 
the audience and almost directly in front of the position that I was 
watching from. As she got to her feet, she turned, her long blonde ponytail
swishing sexily behind her, and saw me staring with a very turned-on look on
my face. "What are you staring at, weirdo?" she demanded. There was loud
laughter from the crowd. Danni and Vanessa came over and stood next to 
their teammate. 

I decided that now would be a good time to leave. As I was about to turn 
away, Marie yelled, "Hey, I asked you a question, loser." She advanced 
towards me, the muscles in her powerful, tanned thighs rippling as she
walked.

"I...I was just watching just like everybody else," I stammered.

"Oh really?" she sneered. "But you're not like everybody else. You're a 
wimpy little prick. Plus, you're a pervert, staring at me like that." More
laughter from the crowd.

"You know this dweeb?" asked Vanessa.

"Yeah, he's been in a couple of my classes," Marie answered. "He's always
staring at me when he thinks I'm not looking."

Danni moved in closer, looking down at me (she was four inches taller).
"He's got a body like a girl." I felt my face turning red as the insults and laughter 
continued. The three girls were now whispering. I turned around and began
walking away. Suddenly, my arms were grabbed from behind. I discovered 
that Vanessa and Danni had each grabbed one of my arms. They womanhandled
me back towards Marie, who was standing there, waiting. She had taken off
her top and was now dressed in soccer shorts and sports bra. Her well-toned
biceps and six-pack abs were on display for everyone to see.

I didn't try to resist as the two older girls led me to their friend. I 
knew I couldn't overpower even one of them, let alone both. Marie got right
in my face and crossed her muscular arms in front of her. I looked at them
with envy and wished my wrists were as thick as hers.

"Okay, pussy," she announced. "Since you perved on me, now I get to fight 
you." This brought a huge reaction from the crowd. "WOOHOO! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"I don't want to fight!" I protested.

"What's the matter, afraid of a girl?" taunted Vanessa.

Danni wrapped a slim but muscular arm around my neck. "If you don't fight
her, then all three of us will gang up on you and kick the crap out of you,"
she threatened as she choked me. "Now will you fight her?"

"Yes!" I managed to gag out. Danni laughed and she and Vanessa released me,
shoving me onto the grass. I stumbled back to my feet. Danni and Vanessa
moved back, joining the crowd, which had streamed down from the bleachers 
and formed a large circle around my opponent and me, blocking any chance of 
escape. They were still chanting "FIGHT! FIGHT!" Other students, alerted by
the shouts, came over to join the mob. A few feet away, Marie got into a
fighting stance. It was obvious that she had a lot of experience with this
sort of thing and she knew exactly what she was doing. There was no way I
could win. I was in for a serious and brutal feminine ass-kicking.

I put up my fists, trying to imitate my blonde opponent's stance. The crowd
laughed. I just didn't look tough like her. I waited for her to make the
first move.

Her fist moved. I tried to dodge, but she was too fast. Her punch caught 
me on the cheek and I cried out in pain. She swung another punch, this one
landing right on my nose. I felt blood leaking out. Then, a wicked one-two
combination of punches to my jaw sent me reeling. She was just so strong 
and fast. My attempts to avoid her attacks were completely unsuccessful.

I tried to hit her back and swung my fist at her face. She sidestepped the
attempted punch easily. I launched another punch, which she swiftly blocked
with her thick forearm. I then tried a low punch, aiming for her stomach.
She didn't try to block or avoid it, she simply tensed her abs. As my fist
struck her rock-hard midsection, she didn't even grunt. The only sound of
pain came from me - hitting that firm wall of abdominal muscle had hurt my
hand.

"You're such a pussy," the blonde vixen taunted me. As she spoke, she
suddenly drove her knee right into my gut. The pain was incredible. I
doubled over, gasping for breath. "Just like a girly-boy to have weaker abs
than a real girl." Marie then delivered four swift, strong punches to my
stomach in rapid succession. I dropped to my knees, groaning. A brutal
soccer kick to my face from her well-muscled leg sent me to the grass, flat
on my back.

Marie did a roundoff followed by two back handsprings to bring her closer to
me. As she tumbled, many of the kids in the crowd cheered and whistled in
admiration of her skill. "Get up, sissy," she growled, kicking me in the 
side. With a moan of pain from her kick, I dragged myself slowly to my 
feet. Just as I had finished standing up, she suddenly did a cartwheel, 
her powerful legs kicking me in the head one after the other as she flipped.
I collapsed to the ground again. The muscle girl laughed and gave me 
another kick to my side. "I told you to get up, loser." From my position on
the grass, I could see many of the guys in the crowd laughing at me, 
although a lot of them were also gazing at Marie with looks of admiration
and sexual attraction. It was the girls in the group who were laughing at
me the hardest.

I finally managed to stand up again. Motivated by the laughter directed at
me, I gathered all my strength and charged directly at my opponent, 
intending to take her to the ground. She simply stood still as I came closer and 
closer, then, at the last second, suddenly stepped to the side and smashed 
her elbow into my head. There was a white-hot eruption of pain, and I saw stars. 
I turned my head, shaking it to try to clear the dizziness from it. Marie's pretty 
face and blonde hair gradually came back into focus. She was laughing her ass 
off.

"What were you going to say after you were done staring at me?" she
snickered. "Ask me for a date? Ask to see my boobs? Fuck that shit. I'm a
real woman (she flexed her sturdy biceps, drawing hoots and whistles from
the crowd) and I need a real man. Not a girly-boy like you." As she spoke,
she smashed her right fist into my jaw, then drove her left into my eye. I
reeled in pain and knew that my new shiner would be with me for a while.
Knocking me backwards with a kick to my chest, she followed that up with an
athletic-looking front handspring, bringing her right in front of me. She
grabbed me by the shirt and brutally headbutted me. I saw stars again.
Before I could recover, she cheerleader-kicked me in the face, then 
performed a powerful spin kick that slammed into the side of my head. The 
force of her kick sent me staggering and stumbling right into Danni, who was 
standing on the edge of the crowd.

Danni laughed at my wounded state and kneed me in the stomach. As I doubled
over with an "oof," she shoved me at Vanessa, who greeted me with a strong
punch to my other eye, giving me a matching pair of shiners. Vanessa then
shoved me back into the center of the circle. I ended up right behind 
Marie, who was showing off her muscles for the audience. Realizing that I 
had a great opportunity, I was about to sneak-attack her from behind when 
she suddenly delivered a vicious back kick to my gut. She spun around to
face me, blonde ponytail swishing, as I doubled over again. I saw her body
tense. With a wicked grin, she launched her amazing body into a perfect
standing back handspring, kicking me with both feet as she flipped. I fell
to the ground with a thud. Marie landed neatly on her feet as the crowd 
cheered. I pulled myself up to my hands and knees, groaning. 

She drove her knee into my face. There was an explosion of pain and I 
dropped to the grass again. Blood flew as her cruel attack pulverized my
already damaged nose. I stood up again very slowly, trying to wipe away the
blood. "Please," I begged. "I've had enough. You're stronger than me. 
You've proved your point."

"Damn right I've proved my point," said Marie. "I'm more of a man than 
you'll ever be. But I haven't quite finished getting my satisfaction yet."
A chill went down my spine as her wicked grin appeared again and she drew
her muscular leg back. I saw it coming, but there was nothing I could do
about it. I was bruised and battered and in no shape to defend myself, and
she was far stronger, faster, and a better fighter in every way than I was.

With all her strength, Marie delivered an incredibly powerful soccer kick
right to my groin. I collapsed to my knees, both hands on my injured family
jewels. The pain was searing, white-hot, and worse than anything I had ever
experienced before. The crowd around me was motivated into a frenzy. In my
crippled state, I was dimly aware of cheers, whistles, and applause. I 
looked around and saw that while the girls were screaming and jumping and
shouting things like, "You go, girl!" and "She really got him now!", some of
the boys were just standing there worriedly, perhaps imagining the crippling
pain that a female soccer player's crotch-kicks could inflict. But *I* had 
to *live* the pain.

From my position on my knees, I saw Marie's leg come up in a roundhouse kick
aimed at my head. I simply closed my eyes. There was a brutal impact on my
skull, then just darkness.

It was a while later when I finally regained consciousness and opened my 
eyes. I wondered how long I had been out. Pretty much every part of my 
body was in some sort of pain. I looked down at myself and realized that I
was in my underwear. My face immediately went red with humiliation. 
Looking around, I saw that the crowd was gone. I was about to sigh with
relief when I suddenly heard feminine laughter coming from behind me. I
turned around. Sure enough, there were three pairs of muscular legs in 
soccer shorts. Marie, Danni, and Vanessa were still there. I shuddered and
groaned at the same time.

"Welcome back, underwear boy," smirked Vanessa. I saw that she was holding 
my shirt and pants.

Marie stepped forward. "We're keeping your clothes, wimp," she said. 
Holding up a $20 bill that had come from my pants pocket, she added, "And
this'll pay to get the bloodstains out of my soccer shorts that I got when I
kneed you in the face." She stepped even closer, her blue eyes fixing me 
with a piercing gaze. "Don't you ever perv on me again. If you do, I'll 
kick you in the groin again, but next time, I'll be wearing steel-toed 
boots. Pussies like you don't deserve real women like me. I'll only fuck 
men who are at least as athletic as I am."

"Oh, and don't even think about telling any authority figures about what we
did," said Danni, holding up her cell phone. "I took pictures of you in your
underwear with my phone. If you tattle, we'll post these pictures on a gay
porn website, along with your name." They had nothing to worry about. After
being humiliated in front of that crowd, I wasn't in the mood to tell anyone
about what had happened, authority figure or not.

"Bye, loser," said Marie, flexing her biceps at me. Danni made a victory 
sign with her fingers, and Vanessa mockingly waved my clothes in the air. 
Then the three of them turned and walked off the field, their firm muscular
butts looking beautiful in their soccer shorts.

As soon as they were gone, I raced into the boys' locker room. Earlier that
day, in P.E., I had noticed an old pair of gym shorts and shirt in there 
that someone had left behind. Luckily, they were still there. I put the
smelly clothes on, then went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up as best
I could. I managed to wash the blood off, but my matching shiners, damaged
nose, and bruised face and body were still there. Also, the after-effects 
of the blonde vixen's brutal kick to my crotch were causing me to walk 
funny.

As I went back outside, I peeked in the window of the darkened physical
education office. The clock on the wall read 4:47. Less than fifteen 
minutes before my mom was due to pick me up. I must have been out for quite
a bit.

I sat on a bench in the now deserted school courtyard and tried to make 
sense of what had happened. Why had Marie beaten me up so viciously? Did 
she want to prove something in front of a bunch of people, or was she just a
sadist? In addition, I was trying to come to terms with the fact that 
although I had been brutalized and humiliated, I felt a strange attraction
towards these soccer girls that had dominated me.

Lost in my thoughts, I was jolted out of them by a car horn. I looked up 
and saw my mom's car waiting at the curb.

Well, I told my mom the same story I would go on to tell anyone who asked
about my injuries. I said that a bunch of big, tough boys had ganged up on
me after school and beaten me up. When she asked why I was wearing old gym
clothes instead of my regular school clothes, I said that the guys had taken
my clothes, so I was forced to wear the ones I found later. Since I had 
been beaten up by guys before, she accepted my explanation at face value.

I was dreading going back to school the next day. Even though I didn't have
any classes with Marie (or Vanessa or Danni) this semester, there had been a
large crowd watching me get my ass kicked and pretty much everyone at school
would know what happened and tease me. I thought about telling my mom I was
too injured to go to school tomorrow, but I decided it would be pointless. 
I would have to go back eventually, and as soon as I did the taunting would
begin.

Was the taunting as bad as I thought it would be? It certainly was. Maybe
even worse. Kids I had never seen before in my life would come up to me,
point and laugh, and make snickering remarks. The worst (but also strangely
alluring) part was when a young, cute female science teacher that I had a
crush on came up to me to join in the teasing. I knew that I was going to 
be in her science class next year and wondered what THAT would be like.

I also heard a strange rumor that day. It seemed that Marie kept a 
collection of clothes from the boys she had beaten up, and my clothes were 
the latest addition to it. Remembering her aggressive, dominant attitude, I 
could certainly believe it.

Eventually, the teasing and mocking faded, but at that school I would always
be known as the poor sap who got beaten up by a girl in front of everyone. 
Even years after the incident, occasionally people (usually a girl) would 
come up to me and taunt me about what had happened. The day after my last
day at that school was one of the happiest days of my life. 

I sometimes wonder where Marie is now, and what she's doing. She's such an
alluring and fascinating woman, despite (or maybe because of) her cruelty 
and brutality. Wherever she is, you can rest assured that somewhere nearby
is a male with a bruised ego and a bruised body.

I wonder if I'll ever see her again. Somehow, I feel like I will.

THE END...for now

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