Bad Luck Ben, Episode VI: Tazhi
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
After losing his money, Ben only finds more trouble


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The saga of Bad Luck Ben: In EPISODE I ("Beach Day"), we meet Ben and he gets
beaten up by a pretty girl in a bikini. EPISODE II ("Bad Luck Ben") delves
into Ben's past and how he got beaten up in high school by a female soccer
player. EPISODE III ("Bad Luck Ben...Again") tells the story of his
brutalization and blackmail at the hands and feet of a hot blonde. In EPISODE
IV ("Christmas in May") Ben's failed attempt at flirting leads to yet another
beatdown, this time by a muscular brunette. And in EPISODE V ("Good Luck Ben?
Not") Ben wins the lottery and marries a beautiful woman...only to lose it
all.

Now it's time for EPISODE VI ("Return of the Jedi"...oops, I mean "Tazhi.") So
sit back, dear reader, and enjoy the story...

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My name is Benjamin, but you can call me by my nickname, "Bad Luck Ben." I'm
writing this from a prison cell. How did I get here? Well, it's a long
story...

I suppose I should start where I left off last time. I won a lottery jackpot
of $28 million and fell in love with a beautiful woman named Jennifer.
Unfortunately, she turned out to be an evil gold-digger and ended up trying to
kill me. Only a last-minute deus ex machina in the form of Jennifer's
ex-friend showing up and shooting her just as she was about to do me in saved
my life.

However, things didn't get any easier after that. Jennifer had not only stolen
millions from me directly, but also run up huge debts in my name that I didn't
find out about until after her death, all of which I had to pay off. By the
time I was finished, all the money was gone. Also, since I had quit my job
upon winning the lottery and foolishly burned the bridge behind me, I was
desperately searching for a new one.

Finally, I found a job...as a janitor at a high school. It was low pay and
even lower respect, but it was all I could get. So I settled into my new
routine and when my first paycheck came in, I thought that at least the worst
part of my life was over.

Oh, how wrong I was (of course). I'm called Bad Luck Ben for a reason, aren't
I? One day after classes were over I was hauling some trash bags out to the
dumpster behind the gym when I glanced out over the softball field and saw a
beautiful girl.

She was exactly my type, muscular, athletic, and feminine. She was pretty big
- bigger than me, she looked about 5'7" and 155 pounds - but she had a classic
hourglass figure with a large, heavily muscled ass, a surprisingly slim waist
(smaller than mine), and broad shoulders with big, firm, natural D-cup tits.
She was clearly mixed-race, though of exactly what ethnicities was hard to
tell. With her shoulder-length jet-black hair and gorgeous brown skin, she had
an exotic beauty.

She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved white top, and she was playing catch
with a guy. As I watched them, I quickly saw that she could clearly throw
harder and farther than he could, even though he was no slouch. She also
caught all of his throws easily, while he missed a few of her more powerful
ones.

That got me hard pretty much immediately, because one of my fetishes is girls
who can throw really well. I've always been unathletic and I've always thrown
like a girl, so to see a real girl who can throw like a real man turns me on
as a way of compensating for my lack of manly throwing prowess.

I watched them for a few more minutes, learning from overhearing bits of their
conversation that the girl's name was Tazhi and she was on the softball team.
It was still winter, so softball season hadn't started yet. She was getting in
some practice, although it certainly looked like she didn't need it. I made a
mental note to attend as many softball games as I could when the season
started. I really wanted to go up and talk to her, but didn't dare with her
guy friend around.

The next afternoon, as I hauled the trash to the dumpster, I found my heart
beating rapidly as I rounded the corner of the gym, hoping that Tazhi would be
there. My heart pounded faster when I saw that she was indeed present. Even
better, this time she was alone. Today, she was wearing low-cut white pants
with a brown belt, and a cream-colored top with long sleeves. The
light-colored clothing really showed off how deep and dark her brown tan was.
Her hard, bronzed six-pack abs were visible between pants and top.

She was throwing a softball against a wall, then catching it as it bounced
back and hurling it again. Her throws looked incredibly hard and powerful. I
had a flashback to an experience in eighth grade physical education, when a
hot and muscular seventh-grade girl had hurled a ball against a wall. It had
bounced back and hit me right in the face. Everyone had been laughing at me
for days, the girls most of all.

Shaking my head and bringing my mind back to the present, I put the garbage in
the dumpster and went back to watching Tazhi. I desperately wanted to talk to
her, but shyness and fear were holding me back.

I took a deep breath and tried to give myself courage and motivation. I told
myself that I may never have a chance to talk to her alone again. I had to
take this opportunity. All I was going to do was talk to her. I wasn't going
to ask her out or anything. I had nothing to fear. Or so I thought.

Taking the plunge, I walked towards her. My heart was beating terrifyingly
fast, and my mouth was dry. "Hi," I managed to stammer.

She turned around. "Hi," she said in a completely neutral voice.

"Um...I don't mean to bother you, but your throws are amazing. Where did you
learn to throw like that?"

She laughed a little awkwardly. "Um...thanks, I guess. I've always been
naturally athletic, and I've been playing softball since I was seven."

"So how many years would that be?"

"Eleven." So she was eighteen. Not that I still didn't feel really weird,
being a man of my age chatting up a high school girl, but at least she was
officially an adult.

"I'm Ben, by the way," I introduced myself.

"Hey, Ben. I'm Tazhi." I was about to open my mouth and say something when I
realized I should keep quiet about the fact that I already knew her name, lest
I come across as some sort of stalker.

"Pretty name," I said instead. I wanted to say "pretty name for a pretty
girl," but didn't quite have the guts.

"Um...thanks, I guess."

"I wish I could throw like that," I said.

She tilted her brunette head. "Let me see you," she said, handing me the
softball.

I threw it against the wall as hard as I could, but it still looked girly and
weak compared to hers. She laughed and caught the ball again. "You totally
throw like a girl."

I laughed too, hoping she was laughing with me and not at me. "Yeah, I do," I
agreed. "Can you teach me to throw more like a man?"

"Well, I could show you techniques and stuff, but you really need muscle to be
a truly great thrower. Like this." She flexed her right bicep and a large,
firm-looking bulge appeared underneath her top. She then rolled up her
sleeves, revealing a pair of big, muscular, darkly tanned forearms with
well-defined muscles and prominent veins. My heart skipped a beat. Girls with
thick, powerful forearms and wrists were another of my fetishes. I got an
automatic erection and hoped she didn't notice.

Not acting as if anything was amiss, Tazhi placed her forearm next to mine.
Hers was clearly bigger. "Your arms are as girly as your throws," she giggled.

"Have you ever measured your wrist?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually. My wrist measurement is seven and a half inches." She tapped
the colorful, feminine bracelet on her left wrist. "I got this custom-made
because most women's bracelets are too small to fit me. I bet they'd fit you,
though." She giggled again. I chuckled along with her and tried to make a
clever, self-depreceating comment.

"Hey, I gotta go," said Tazhi. "I promised my friends I'd meet them after
school for burgers. Anyway, maybe I'll see you again. I'm out here pretty
often." With a quick wave of her brown hand and a toss of her silky black
hair, she was gone.

I stood there for a long time after she left, trying to guess what she thought
of me. I was hoping that she didn't view me as some sort of pervert. I
*thought* we were okay - she did basically say she was okay with seeing me
again, right? So I stopped worrying. Oh, if only I had known how wrong I had
been.

Over the next couple of weeks, I got to know Tazhi a little better... or so I
thought. She wasn't there every day, and sometimes she was with a guy, but
every time she was there alone we talked. I learned that she played third
base, batted cleanup, and had received full softball scholarship offers from
three of the most prestigious programs in the country.

I made a considerable amount of small talk with her, not wanting to focus too
much on my fetishes and come across as too sexual. Still, I put in questions I
really wanted to ask when I could. One day, we tested how far she could throw
a softball. It sailed over 200 feet. Another afternoon, she demonstrated her
hitting power by blasting several home runs over the school border fence.

Then, the day came that changed my life forever. For the worse. Tazhi and I
were chatting like we usually did and I asked her if she played any other
sports. She told me she had done gymnastics as a little girl.

"Can you still do flips?" I asked.

"Of course!" she answered.

My heart skipped a beat again. Girls who could do gymnastic flips were yet
another of my fetishes. "Could you...uh...give me a tumbling demonstration?"

She smiled. "Tell you what. Meet me at the back entrance to the gym tonight at
eight. I'll give you a tumbling demonstration then. I gotta go now. See you
later!"

My heart was pounding in my chest. What did she mean by asking me to do this?
I was wondering if I was reading too much into it, or if she was actually
attracted to me somehow and wanted to be alone with me at night. Stupidly, I
never considered another possibility - that she was up to something sinister.

That evening, I parked my car in the deserted school lot. Everything was pitch
black. I unlocked the gate with my key and made my way over to the gym. Even
though I had been here hundreds of times before, everything seemed spooky and
eerie at night. I looked at my watch. It was 7:45. I settled down to wait.

"Hey," said a voice about ten minutes later. I jumped, startled. I hadn't
heard anyone coming. I turned around and made out the faint outline of Tazhi
standing there.

"Gosh, you scared me," I said.

She laughed. "Come on, let's go inside. I presume you have the key? If not, I
know how to pick locks really quick."

"Uh, yeah, I got it." I fumbled for the correct key and unlocked the gym door.
We went inside and she shut the door behind us, then turned on the lights.

I got a good look at her for the first time. Tazhi was now wearing a long,
elegant sleeveless white dress. Her upper arms were big, with bulging muscles,
but still looked proportionate and feminine. Her dress had a slit up one side,
showing off shapely calf and muscled thigh. Her brown tan looked especially
dark and beautiful in contrast to the white dress. Black knee-high leather
boots with four-inch stiletto high heels and white elbow-length silk gloves
completed her outfit.

"Wow," I said. "Tazhi, you look..."

"Hot? Yeah, I know." She tossed her silky black hair confidently.

"But I thought you were going to tumble? In a dress and heels?"

"Oh, you'll see in a few moments that I'm more than capable of tumbling in a
long dress. And high heels." She crossed her big arms in front of her. I could
see her forearm muscles rippling underneath her long gloves as if they had a
life of their own. "You're probably wondering why I asked you to come here at
this time of night." She casually moved between me and the door.

"Well, yes."

Her beautiful face suddenly twisted into an expression of rage. "Because
you're a sick, disgusting, fucking PERVERT! As soon as I saw that hard-on you
got the first time you talked to me, I knew exactly what kind of worm you
were. Who the hell do you think you are, some ugly, weak old man trying to hit
on a hot teenage girl? And don't try to lie and pretend you weren't. I strung
you along, suffered through all that small talk, just to get you to trust me.
And now, I have you here. Alone. At my mercy. I'm going to give you exactly
what you deserve, you cocksucking faggot!"

I felt all the air rush out of my body. I should have known it was too good to
be true! I should have remembered that I was Bad Luck Ben, for Christ's sake!
My heart shattered, I stammered, "But...but..."

"But what, little bitch?" she sneered down at me. Her high heels made her
several inches taller than me. "Did you actually think I wanted to be your
friend, or worse, your girlfriend? Are you as delusional as you are ugly and
perverted?"

"Tazhi, please, I just..." I looked into her dark brown eyes, filled with a
terrifying rage and hatred, and knew that begging would be no use. I decided
to run. She was still between me and the back door, so I began racing across
the gym towards the front door and freedom.

She smirked, then threw her muscular body into a roundoff followed by a series
of back handsprings directly at my fleeing form. Although I ran as fast as I
could, she elegantly backflipped across the wooden gym floor, high heels and
gloved hands alternating landings, and caught up to me a few yards from the
front exit. Her heavy body crashed into me, knocking me down. She jumped on
top of me, pinning me with her bulk.

"I told you I'd give you a tumbling demonstration!" she giggled. Despite the
terror I was in, I felt my cock start to rise. A girl who could flick-flack
faster than a guy could run...that was goddess-level right there.

She felt my hard-on underneath her. Her giggles turned to anger. "Fucking
faggot," she cursed me. "You only like girls who can tumble because you're not
athletic enough to. That's your way of compensating. You're such a fucking
schmoe." She punched me several times in the face with her big, silk-gloved
fists. When she was done, I had two black eyes, a broken nose, and three
broken teeth. She casually flexed her massive biceps. "You can only wish you
had guns like these instead of your scrawny girly arms." She did a back tuck
somersault to get back to her feet, landing perfectly despite her high heels.

"Tazhi, please..." I begged.

She kicked me in the side with her big black boot, breaking one of my ribs.
"You will address me as Mistress Tazhi, cocksucker."

"Mistress Tazhi, please. I meant no harm. I never intended to flirt with you.
I just wanted to talk and be friends."

She spat down at me. "Your lying tongue says one thing, but your disgusting
little pecker says another." She pointed at my still-present boner and I
turned away in shame. Then she stomped hard on my face with her razor-sharp
stiletto heel, driving a deep hole into my cheek. She withdrew it with a
squishing sound as I screamed. Blood dripped from her heel.

"That's right, wanker. Scream like a girl," Tazhi smirked. "No one will hear
you. No one will help you. You're mine." I wanted to beg again, but I figured
it would just invite another attack from her terrifying black leather boots.

She yanked me up roughly, then suddenly smashed her fist into my stomach. I
felt like a truck had hit me. I couldn't breathe. While I was stunned and
helpless, she used her size and strength to pick me up and throw me across the
gym.

I staggered to my feet slowly. Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound and a
hard, vicious blow to my back. Turning around, I saw Tazhi standing there
several yards away. She had nailed me in the back with a powerfully thrown
softball.

"Since you're so turned on by my throwing skills, how about I let you get
acquainted with them up close and personal?" the sassy brunette taunted me. I
noticed a whole box of softballs next to her. Picking another one up, she
snickered, "Well, go on. Run."

I ran. I tried dodging. I tried ducking. Nothing worked. Her throws were so
strong, fast, and accurate that every one hit me. I was hit in the face. In
the chest. In the legs. In the arms. Once I tried picking up a softball and
throwing it back at her, my throw looking pathetically weak and slow compared
to hers. She simply sneered and executed a perfect standing back handspring,
the ball sailing safely between her legs as she was upside down. Landing
neatly, she snatched up another ball and hurled it with dead-eye aim. It hit
me right in the groin and I fell to the floor in the fetal position, clutching
my injured family jewels.

The bombshell turned into a brunette blur as she did a blinding series of
front hand springs and cartwheels towards me. She dropped her elbow down onto
the top of my skull, admiring her big arms as she did so. Then she picked me
up, slammed me into the nearest wall, and pressed her massive forearm against
my throat, choking me.

"There are so many ways I could just snuff you out like a cockroach," Tazhi
whispered in an icy voice. "I could choke you, I could beat you to death, I
could kick you to death, I could crush your skull between my thighs...But I
don't want to kill you. I want to make you suffer for the rest of your
worthless life." She suddenly kneed me hard in the stomach. Again, I found
myself unable to breathe. Before I could recover, she kneed me again, in the
crotch this time, further damaging my already brutalized testicles. Finally,
she headbutted me, knocking me down once more.

Tazhi slowly and sensually removed the lacy black panties she was wearing. She
raised her right leg high over her head in a full 180 degree vertical split,
the slit in her dress enabling her to do it without ripping the garment.

Then she slammed herself down onto me, landing in a full split right on my
face. Her 155-pound weight felt absoultely brutal. With her now uncovered
crotch directly on my face, she grinded down hard, forcing me to eat her out.
She continued to hurt me with her bulk and strength until she finally came in
a massive orgasm, squirting sticky girl-cum all over my face.

"So was it good for you too?" she taunted me as she got up. I could only
groan. She was heavy and powerful enough that I was worried bones in my face
were broken.

"Guess not," she snickered. She kicked me several times while I was down,
laughing as she brutalized me. Then, reaching into a convenient pocket in her
dress, she whipped out a cell phone.

"Hello? 9-1-1?" she said. "My name is Tazhi. I'm here in the gym at Fillmore
High School. I've just been the victim of an attempted rape. I managed to
fight the guy off and I have him here. Can you send someone right away?" She
gave a couple of fake sobs into the phone, then said, "Yes. Good," and hung
up.

I went pale with fear. This was worse than I could have ever imagined. I knew
there was no way the cops would believe me over her. I began to beg. Tazhi
looked at me dispassionately, then bent over and began putting her underwear
back on.

"Please, Mistress Tazhi! I'll do anything! Just don't accuse me of being a
rapist!" I began to cry.

She laughed. "Wimpy crybaby. But I'll tell you what. You give me $100,000 and
I'll drop the charges."

I groaned. Back when I had been rich, I would have been able to afford that
easily. But now I was barely making ends meet. There was no way I could pay
her that kind of money.

"No? Okay then, looks like it's prison for you. Don't drop the soap." She
giggled.

I continued to beg and plead, but it was no use. I considered running, but I
knew that I could never outrun Tazhi. She had caught me simply by backflipping
to me. Anyway, even if I somehow got away from her, it would just make me look
even more guilty when the cops caught up with me eventually.

About five minutes later, there came the wail of sirens and the sound of heavy
footsteps. Both gym doors were kicked open and four cops, two policemen and
two policewomen, stormed in. All four of them pointed their guns at me.
"Freeze, dirtbag!" said a man in a sergeant's uniform.

Tazhi immediately ran to the officers. "Oh, thank God you're here! I was so
scared!" She was putting on an excellent act and from the looks on their
faces, the cops were buying it hook, line, and sinker. Filled with rage, I
wanted to lash out at the deceitful bitch, but I knew it would only make me
look even worse.

"What happened here?" asked the sergeant.

"I...I was walking by the school, on my way to meet my friends to go dancing,"
Tazhi began, fake-sobbing again. "I ran into HIM." She pointed at me
accusingly. "I knew him because he was the janitor, so I wasn't on alert. Then
he knocked me out and must have dragged me in here. I woke up with him on top
of me. I managed to fight him off and called you guys."

"That's not true..." I protested weakly.

One of the policewomen suddenly kicked me in the face, breaking two more of my
teeth. "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" she snarled. "If you call her a liar
again, I'll taser you right in the nuts. Now close your filthy rapist mouth
and don't speak unless you're spoken to. Got that, faggot?" I nodded
miserably. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tazhi smirking. As soon as the
cops turned back to her, the smirk disappeared.

The other policewoman put a comforting arm around Tazhi. "You poor, brave
girl," she cooed. The sergeant began speaking into his radio. Both of them
were glaring at me hatefully.

The mean policewoman grabbed me and threw me into a wall face first. The
fourth cop began searching me while she covered me with her gun. As he
searched, the policeman droned in a monotone, "You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney..."

As the full horror of what was in store for me sunk in, I began to cry. "Quit
crying, pussy," snapped the mean policewoman. "You're not the victim here. She
is."

Once placed in the back of the squad car, I looked out the window at the city
lights. At the people, having a good time, enjoying a night out. I knew I
would never have the opportunity to do that again. Even if I managed to
survive prison and get out, I would be an outcast, shunned by society.

Since I had no real money, I was stuck with a public defender. "You have no
chance of winning," the attorney informed me bluntly. "If you're convicted,
with the additional penalties for committing a crime in a school zone and
violating a position of trust, plus the hate-crime charges because the girl
was mixed-race, you're looking at 25 to life. Take my advice and plead
guilty." That was what I ended up doing, getting a sentence of 15 years.

I've been placed in the sex offender wing for my own protection. My cellmate
is a child molester. My life is grinding misery, day in and day out. All
thanks to that cunt Tazhi. Who I still can't help feeling attracted to!

One month down. Only 14 years and 11 months to go.

God help me.

THE END

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