Tiger the Avenger
By ImP
Tiger avenges women for the crimes done to them by men.


No one knew what Tiger’s real name was. She would appear from nowhere, 
then disappear again when her job was done. People who spoke of her used 
the sort of hushed tones that in the past had been reserved for gods and 
goddesses, and there were some that thought that Tiger was a goddess, 
that it was not possible that she could be a real woman. Certainly her 
appearance encouraged that opinion; six foot tall in her bare feet she 
was a paradigm of athletic prowess, lithe and agile on the one hand, 
strong and powerful on the other. A woman of rare beauty and sexuality 
she was also a brutal and cold destroyer. 

And her job – it was to destroy men. The self-appointed avenger of 
womanhood she would seek out men who had wronged women and destroy them. 
She would thrash them physically then humiliate them sexually; she aimed 
to leave them in such fear that they would never again harm a woman. And 
she always succeeded. Tiger, and it was always Tiger not Tigress, would 
seek the men out challenge them and beat them, sometimes in public, 
sometimes in private. The result was always the same where once had 
stood a proud arrogant man there lay a naked hulk. 

How Tiger came to hear of the crimes for which she sought vengeance she 
would never say, perhaps she had informers in women’s hostels, or those 
who overheard the men bragging to the mates in pubs? Perhaps she really 
was supernatural? However she did it, once she knew of a culprit there 
was no saving him, no amount of pleading, or entreatment would save him 
from his deserved fate. 

Patrick saw her across from the wine bar. She was new, he’d certainly 
have spotted a beauty like her before, and he wanted her. This was a 
regular picking up place for Patrick, there were plenty of single girls 
around here and he generally had no trouble catching one. At thirty-one 
his tall and handsome good looks were attraction enough for most girls, 
and the expensive way that he clothed himself spoke for an affluent 
lifestyle that was an even more potent attraction. Unfortunately for the 
girls that he picked up they rarely saw the benefits. ‘Find ‘em, feel 
‘em, fuck ‘em and forget ‘em’ was his motto; and as far as Patrick was 
concerned they were his property to do with as he pleased. If they 
didn’t want sex, well so much the worse for them if he did, because what 
he wanted he got and he didn’t much care for their opinion anyway. He 
hadn’t worked his way up from market boy to millionaire by considering 
the feelings of others. 

Patrick took an appraising look at the girl at the bar. Around twenty-
seven or twenty-eight, long blonde hair, and legs that just about went 
on forever. It wasn’t that hot a day but she seemed dressed for the 
tropics with a dress so short that it barely covered her bum and showed 
off her long bare legs to the full, and the way that she slipped her 
shoe off and on brought Patrick out in a sweat that belied the 
temperature. Yes, he wanted her, and he would have her, like every other 
girl that he’d ever fancied. She looked up and gave him a glance that 
was dismissive, but he recognized the come-on – she’d already fended off 
a couple of enquiries – she obviously wanted him as much as he wanted 
her. 

He rose from his seat and sauntered over to her. 

“Hi babe. I think you’ve just met the man you’ve been waiting for.” His 
arrogance appalled Tiger but she merely glanced at him and smiled 
thinly. 

“Yes.” She relied. “I think I have.” He sat down and stretched his legs 
placing his hand on his crutch in a blatant gesture. 

“The name’s Patrick. My place is just around the corner, and it’s a bit 
more intimate if you get my meaning.” His leer left no question as to 
his meaning. “How about we head off there. And you can buy me a drink 
afterwards.” He added with a laugh. Tiger couldn’t believe that any 
woman with a shred of common sense would fall for this throwback but 
many did – she was determined that after today there would not be any 
more. 

“OK. Let’s go.” She rose, slipped on her coat and picked up a holdall. 
Patrick looked down. 

“What have you got in there? Sports gear?” he asked. 

“Yes. Sort of.” Tiger smiled inwardly. “You’ll find out soon enough.” 
She added, under her breath. 

Patrick swaggered down the street with Tiger at his side. He liked to 
show off his women and to have such a beauty greatly added to his 
esteem, and not many women matched his height of over six foot even in 
their shoes. He almost ran back to his flat such was his desire to fuck 
this amazing woman. 

“Not a bad bargain this,” he said showing her into his luxury ground 
floor flat. “I’ll show you around later if you want.” They walked into 
his living room and Tiger cast a quick glance over it. It was much as 
she had expected; expensively if tastelessly furnished it was the flat 
of a rich man who liked people to know it. 

“Take a seat.” He said directing Tiger to the couch. “You can throw your 
coat over there, and you wont need your sports bag will you?” 

“Thanks but I’ll stand” said Tiger as she removed her coat and threw it 
over the back of a chair placing the holdall by its side. Patrick looked 
at her slightly confused, but when she kicked off her shoes and walked 
across to him he just assumed that she liked to start from a standing 
position, so to speak. 

Tiger’s punch to his stomach took him completely by surprise. 

“What did you do that for?” He gasped out. 

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Tiger stepped back and removed her 
minuscule dress exposing her magnificent body to his admiring gaze. 
Braless her firm thrust forwards nipples jutting out like bullets. 
Patrick delighted in what he saw, her long powerful legs, trim hips and 
waist; there was not an ounce of fat on her. ‘Perhaps she likes a bit of 
the rough stuff’ he thought. So he was unprepared for Tiger’s attack 
when it came. 

She took just two strides before unleashing a volley of punches to 
Patrick’s chest that sent him staggering backwards. 

“What the fucking hell’s going on?” he asked, “Right if you want a fight 
you can have one.” He swung a right at Tiger’s head like a pub brawler. 
Tiger saw it coming a mile off ducked under and round it and catching 
his right arm as it flew harmlessly passed threw him face down to the 
floor. Patrick felt as though his shoulder had been wrenched from its 
socket, a feeling reinforced when Tiger stamped on his shoulder blade 
before releasing the arm which fell helplessly to the ground. 

“What the hell do you want?” Patrick demanded. 

“What I want is what I’m going to do.” Replied Tiger “and what I’m going 
to do is destroy you. When I leave here you’ll be in no state to cheat 
or harm a woman ever again. Women will be your masters from now on. Do 
you understand?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about you bloody bitch.” Patrick didn’t 
understand. But he would. He tried to push himself up off the floor with 
his arms but the sharp pain in his right shoulder stopped him. He 
realized with a stab of panic that he couldn’t use his arm for fighting, 
he’d have to rely on using his left one. Tiger soon prevented him using 
that as well. As Patrick was slowly rising to his feet she stamped on 
his back forcing him to the floor then she grabbed his left arm, twisted 
it behind his arm and brought her heel down sharply on his shoulder. 
Patrick screamed out in agony as he felt the ligaments tear knowing that 
both arms were now useless for fighting. And protection. Tiger completed 
the destruction of his arms by stamping on his hands so that now Patrick 
could not raise his arms or grip anything without excruciating pain. 

Tiger kicked him over onto his back and stared down at him. Patrick 
tried to squirm away from her just using his legs but Tiger merely 
reached down and raised one of his ankles high. He was now helpless and 
he gazed up at this terrible Amazon with real panic in his eyes. 

“I could knock you out with one kick. I could even kill you. But don’t 
worry I’m not going to do that to you. I want you to be fully conscious 
while I destroy you. I want you to be fully aware of all the suffering 
and humiliation that I’m going to inflict upon you.” Tiger then placed 
one foot on Patrick’s right thigh and stretched his other leg as far 
back as it would go. He felt as though he was being split in two such 
was the pain in his groin, then Tiger smartly twisted his ankle and the 
pain shot from his groin, down his thigh to his ankle. When she dropped 
his leg it fell to the floor, as useless as his arms. 

Tiger next set about denuding Patrick. She went to her holdall and 
produced a large pair of dressmaker’s shears with which she roughly and 
rapidly cut off his clothes bit by bit his body was exposed until as she 
removed his shoes and socks he was completely naked. Tiger spread-eagled 
his body on the floor and laughed. 

“Look at you. You didn’t even put up a fight. You’re a feeble, pathetic 
bully. I’ve had more trouble with men half your size. Well don’t think 
that by yielding so easily I’m going to go easy on you. On the contrary 
I have absolutely no respect for you, and that’s how I’m going to treat 
you.” 

She knelt astride his waist and systematically punched and pounded his 
stomach and chest. Patrick was helpless to stop her and made only feeble 
attempts to move his body and raise his arms. Tiger simply hit his arms 
back down to the floor causing them even more pain. Patrick cried out in 
agony and shame and begged for Tiger to stop, but it was all in vain. 

“Stop whining or I’ll hit you even harder. I bet you didn’t think that a 
woman could hit you this hard did you? Well,” as she added this Tiger 
pushed her face right into Patrick’s “I haven’t even begun to hurt you 
yet.” 

She stood up and kicked Patrick over onto his stomach then slammed her 
heel down onto his back and thighs like a cook tenderizing a steak. 

“You still wondering how strong I am? Do you think I can lift you over 
my head? You bet I can.” Tiger grabbed Patrick by the hair with one hand 
and under the crutch with the other and simply lifted him over her head 
before spinning him round a couple of times and then bringing him 
crashing down stomach first onto her knee. He writhed in agony on the 
floor as Tiger calmly walked over to her holdall and removed a leather 
strop. 

“Get up on your knees, head down, arse up. Come on get on with it.” 
Barely capable though he was Patrick was forced into the humiliating 
posture with some encouragement from Tiger’s feet. He knew what was 
coming and that only made the pain worse. Even when he was at school he 
had never been beaten on his backside so the first lash of the strop on 
his bottom felt like a knife lacerating him. 

“Come on count out the blows.” Tiger commanded, and in a halting sob 
Patrick counted to twelve as Tiger swung the strop with great vigour 
until the welts stood out on his bottom and thighs. 

“And now for something I’m sure you’ve been looking forward to.” Tiger 
said sarcastically as she produced a strap-on dildo from her bag. 
Standing in front of Patrick she adjusted it and grabbing him by the 
hair pulled Patrick’s mouth onto it. 

“Suck this, and you’d better suck it well because you know where it’s 
going next.” She fucked Patrick’s mouth with the dildo as he gagged and 
slavered over it. Tiger pulled out and moved behind him 

“Get your head down and knees apart.” She kicked his knees apart and 
knelt behind him the tip of the dildo pressed against his anus. 

“Now you’re going to find out what it’s like to have sex when you don’t 
want it. Not so pleasant is it?” 

Patrick grunted when she entered him and for the next few minutes his 
rhythmic grunting was all that could be heard as Tiger fucked his arse 
hard and aggressively. She reached under his thighs and sought out his 
cock, it grew hard in her hands as she pulled and manipulated it. It was 
a purely instinctive reaction – there was no pleasure for Patrick in 
this. Nor did Tiger care, she wasn’t interested in whether her victims 
came or not, though they often did and that added to their humiliation. 

Tiger fucked him until he came, squeezing his balls as he pumped out his 
semen onto the floor, and continued to pound into him. She liked to hear 
his sobs and relished in his complete degradation as she invaded his 
most intimate parts. When she was finished and pulled out he slumped 
sideways to the floor and lay curled up like a baby his eyes streaming 
with tears, his body wracked with pain. 

Tiger wandered around the room and picked up a bottle of whisky from the 
side table. 

“Now about that drink I was going to buy you. Have this.” She forced the 
bottle into his mouth and made him drink three or four large mouthfuls 
until he gagged and it ran down his chin. 

“Now I’m going to spoil that pretty face of yours, but first I’ll just 
put your balls out of action for a few weeks.” As she said this Tiger 
gave Patrick two blows to his groin of such ferocity that it felt as 
though his balls were being forced out of his mouth. But before he could 
even yell in agony Tiger set to punching his face using just enough 
force to blacken his eyes and batter and bruise his nose and mouth and 
ears without KO’ing him. Finally she tired of toying with him and 
grasping his hair in one hand raised his head: 

“This one’s from all your former girl friends.” She said and smashed him 
to unconsciousness with one final blow. 

Tiger bound his feet together, and then his hands with a cord that went 
round his balls. She knew that he’d escape in time but any struggles 
would add to his agony. 

In due course Patrick recovered from the physical assault and the pain 
of her kicks and punches. But he never recovered his self-respect nor 
overcame his shame. 

The End