Creeps, and Thighs. by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net Two women becoming friends learn how too deal with creeps from the past... Creeps, and Thighs. Tarrot, and misfortune telling misled Maureen to believe that there was love for her to be found. Though Maureen still sought many of these sayers early in her childhood as a teenager, having a fond curiousity for them, and their dark knowlege. Maureen though too her misfortune had found that these liars that sat behind their crystal balls and turned over tarrot cards, of misfortune had mislead her to the wrong type of men. Men that came into her life after those times of consulting with these mysticals were only men that sought one thing from a woman, and their problem was they sought, and thought with another head, not being the one on their shoulders. These men that Maureen fell for, only would abuse her verbally, and on a several occassions attack her physically, taking what they wanted of her. Maureen was too much of a natural beauty to be taken by these men in such disrespect, and her gorgeous looks as a young teenage girl was an assault on her gender. Maureen after suffering some time in a mental state facility, began pulling herself together, turning the tide on her temporial insanity, and regaining her right mind after many sessions of counseling. Maureen desired help, and sought it fervently, wanting to live respectable in a sane world. Maureen though vowed to herself that she would never allow another man too take advantage of her ever again. Maureen knew that she couldn't keep a man from off of her with her not being that physically strong, or able too put up much of a fight. Maureen also knew that she would have too do something about her soft yet pleasently built physique to becoming the stronger woman that she wanted to be. Maureen now stood five foot nine, and weighing somewhere near one hundred, and thirty eight pounds or so, and was built like a model that you may of seen in an expose', or another magazine that presented well built beautiful women. Maureen was now nearing her birthday that would take her out of her teenage years, leading her into womanhood. Maureen after finding her freedom from the civil mental facility, and after regaining her sanity, took too herself the agenda of working out in a gym with free weights, and weight machines. Maureen also sought better eating, searching out healthier food, and even going to the extent of acquiring supplements, and needed vitamins too aide herself in her new quest for better health. But the bigger step too better heatlh for Maureen was when she had given up smoking during her incarceration in the civil state mental hospital. Along with the addiction of cigarettes gone, and now on the road too fitness, Maureen took some courses in self defence, a means she planned on using against any man that sought something from her, that she wasn't willing too give up. Maureen also gave up the idea of ever seeking out a medium that would lead her to more such mishaps with perverted men, who only desired the gratification of their own flesh with supplying that with the body of an unwilling woman. Maureen sought better help in friends, and newfound friends that she ran across in her gym that she attended; taking heed to kindly advice. One paticular woman that Maureen met was a neighbor that lived near her, that she had never acqainted herself with, nor made herself neighborly too. The woman was a divorcee, by the name of Clarice. Clarice was a woman nearly as good looking as Maureen, and somewhat older, and had an experience much like near the ones that Maureen had with men; but with Clarice thankfully it was only a bad experience she had with her verbally abusive ex- husband. It was a Thursday afternoon that Maureen, and Clarice were sitting on Clarice's patio deck chatting, and with both of them sipping on some coffee. Maureen noticed the arms of Clarice's, for the first time having never seen her in a tanktop, and the fact was that Maureen had never seen Clarice in a sleeveless shirt before until this time. Maureen's first discovery of knowing that Clarice was a woman that took pride in her health was due to noticing her powerfully strong looking calves that were revealed below her dresses that she would commonly wear most of the time; with Clarice attiring her upperbody in mohair sweaters, and longsleeve blouses. But now Maureen took a full view of Clarice's biceps that were now flexing as Clarice took the coffee cup to her lips. Maureen was impressed with Clarice's upperarms, and lower arms as she would notice the muscles in her forearms rippling with confindence, and shear strength. Maureen then spoke up asking Clarice, " So do you work out often Clarice in a gym ? " Maureen's inquistion too Clarice was due too never seeing her at her own gym, and her curiousity led her to the question she was now asking, wondering where Clarice had worked out, and in what athetic facility. Clarice then smiled pleasently at Maureen, then returned too her saying as she pulled the cup of brown liquid from her mouth saying, " Ohhh I don't attend any gym dear, I have my own little area set out for me in my recreation room located in my basement, would you like too see ? " Maureen answered quickly telling Clarice, " Yes sure, I would love it ! " As Maureen, and Clarice made their way through Clarice's livingroom towards a door that would lead to the lower part of the house, being the basement, Maureen noticed a handsomely young man in a photograph, sitting on a corner table, and spoke up asking Clarice, " So who is the good looking young gentleman in the photo ? " Clarice stopped suddenly, and turned her attention too Maureen then to the picture that brought about Maureen's question, and said somewhat hesitantly, " Honey that man, is far from a gentleman, and damn I should of trashed his picture a long time ago. Why it's still sitting there is due too my slip of memory too how nasty that man's dismeanor really was. That man was my husband ! " Maureen kept silent for a moment in surprise at Clarice's answer, and seemed more surprised realising from the picture that the man in it was much younger then Clarice herself. Maureen then became unable to hold back another question, so she asked, " What was the problem that brought about the divorce ? " Clarice really didn't really want too give Maureen an answer too her question but reluctantly did so by answering her saying, " Gale was an idiot, verbally insultive, and a very rude sort of a bastard. The man though learned quickly that it was over, after he made his first attempt of hitting me. Oh I can remember the wimp begging in tears crying for me not to rip his head off as I nearly did in a side headlock chokehold. " Ohhh,,, pleaseee... pleaseee,, i'm sorry, stop please, your hurting meee,, " he cried with a stream of tears running down his face. Oh yes, I loved it feeling my hard bicep drilling painfully into the side of Gale's scrawny little neck digging deep, making him hurt like hell, and with him finding it very hard to breathe. He begged me like a crumpet little bitch not too litterly kill him... " Maureen's eyes widened seeing that the man in the picture was very strong looking, and then Maureen returned to Clarice asking her, " You mean you kicked his ass for trying too hit you,, really you kicked his ass !?! " Clarice giggled at Maureen's question, then answered her saying, " Yes sweetie, I litterly kicked his sorry little ass that day, and gave him a real beating that he would never soon forget.. " Maureen then puzzled asked, " But,, but,,, " Clarice stopped Maureen short of finishing saying anything more, and said too her, " But what honey ? Because he appears strong, and that he's a man, you figure I couldn't kick the shit out of him,, because I'm a woman, hmmm... ? " Maureen thought on Clarice's answer, and question for a moment, and returned to her saying, " Well men don't normally get beaten up by women, is why I asked,, sorry Clarice... " Maureen then giggled again, and said, " Well maybe if Gale was a man that knew how too treat women, then maybe he wouldn't of gotten his ass kicked by a woman, but the asshole in reality was only a sissified little bitch, who didn't know his role as a man. Now dear shall we go on down to the recreation room where my equipment is ? " After Clarice, and Maureen entered the recreation area of Clarice's basement that was well laid out, Maureen's eyes widened with surprise, and awe as she looked on the massive weight machines, and benches, and free weights neatly was placed on their respected racks. Maureen then spoke nearly displaying her excitement that could hardly be hid asking Clarice, " Awesome, totally awesome ! This is all yours !! " Clarice being the older of the two women, and somewhat more mature then Maureen answered her saying, " Yes dear, it's mine now. You see before Gale, and I were divorced he had boughten this equipment for himself, and when hearing that I wanted to seperate from him, he desired all of it too take with him, but was getting none of it. Don't you think it was a lovely gift he left me sweetie ? " Maureen then wondered in surprise, and asked Clarice yet another question, " So how did you convince him to allow you too keep it, Clarice ? " Clarice smiled wickedly this time at Maureen then bringing her arm up, she flexed her buldging bicep into a hard peak for Maureen, and replied, " So how do you think honey ? I kicked his ass really good, before sending him away balling like a little infant boy, telling him he wasn't taking a damn thing from this basement with him. " Maureen was now growing more curious on wanting too know in more detail of how Clarice had beaten up this man, who appeared in his picture that most women if any could kick his ass at all, and asked Clarice yet but another question, " Please, Clarice forgive me for all of my questions, but this is exciting me now some. Just how did you go about putting a hurting on him, Gale that is ? " Well Clarice shared with Maureen in some detail of the buttkicking she gave her ex-husband as the two of them took a seat on a workout bench. " Well dear it all began upstairs after he recieved the legal seperation papers, that he came storming down here to this very basement while I was working out, and he demanded of me an explanation of why I wanted a seperation from him. Well since he wasn't able to take a verbal form of it, with his temper growing hotter, it turned into a litteral fight. This time though he didn't get a chance too hit me. I noticed the anger growing hot in his eyes, and knew he was on the verge of hitting me when he approached me with having one clenched fist too his side. That is when I caught him off gaurd, and threw a quick right hook too his jaw, landing him hard on his ass. He then tried to get up, but I was much too quick for him, and quickly jumped on him, straddling him sitting on his midsection. Gale then tried to raise his arms, and hands to pull me from off of him, but that is when they got struck down by my fists. It was after that I had his arms subdued too his sides after beating the shit out of his upperarms with some hard solid punches he was unable too move them any. I can remember well battering his arms rendering them helpless, battered, and badly bruised. Poor little Gale couldn't even raise his arms then, they were just hurting him too much. Well after I took his offence away from him I rolled from off of him, and too his side. Gale lied there nearly in tears, and too beaten up already too move much, as I then opened my legs parting them at my thighs. I can now remember hearing him beg in tears once again, as I pulled his body into a scissors. He begged, and he whinned like a little girl, as my thighs engulfed him in a scissors, and as I tightened my legs about his midsection, and the lower part of his chest, he cried even louder in tears, with me beginning to slowly pour on the pressure. Poor poor Gale probaly thought I was going to litterly kill him while he lied helplessly trapped between my thighs. He knew then what I could do with these legs, and he suffered something terribaly that day, as I punished him severly nearly crushing his entire chest, and ribcage within' that scissors I had about him. Really dear, you should of seen the pathetic look on his face as his mouth opened wide, gasping for air. Gail tried desperately to breathe, but couldn't, why ? Because I wasn't going too allow him that privilege of enjoying inhaling of any oxygen, at least not until I made him suffer some without breathing. He had far too pissed me off ! " Clarice paused for a moment then asked Maureen, " Would you like too hear more, sweetie ? " Maureen did wanted to hear more, and did so as she allowed Clarice to go on telling the story of how she continued to punish Gail, her ex-husband that day in the basement where Maureen was now listening too the story being told. Maureen imagined for a moment in her mind's eye of seeing Gail lie there on the recreation room's floor of Clarice's while painfully struggling for escape from Clarice's strong powerful thighs. Maureen delighted in her vision of imagining seeing a man suffer while being hard punished by a strong woman. A smile broke across her face as Clarice went on telling how she could of easily put Gail away for the night. Maureen loved it even more so when Clarice added telling her that knocking him out so quickly between her strong muscular thighs, would've been being too merciful too him. Instead Clarice went on too tell more of her story how she punished her weak little husband between her strong legs, having him screaming loudly, and begging in tears for her too release him from his torture. But too see Clarice tell the story, you wouldn't know who enjoyed it more, Maureen hearing it, or Clarice telling it. Clarice smiled with great pleasure as she told of Gail's suffering, and continued saying, " Yes dear, he cried like a little two bit whore, that was getting spanked by her pimp for not bringing home the bread.. You should of really seen the horror, and the pain in his eyes, as I took him from one extreme to the other. The man finally got a taste of some real too life pain, as I took him from the scissors too rolling him onto his hurting stomach, and chest, then pulling him up into a camelclutch.. Ohhh I loved it hearing him cry even louder as I held his arms trapped behind mine while elevating his upperbody from the floor, while having the both of my hands locked under his chin, locking them tightly together at the fingers.. He screamed in tears begging me not to break him like the little bitch as I forced up on his head. I just bet he thought that I was going to rip his fucking spine up out through his throat. " Clarice continued too tell the story now like a woman possessed describing how she racked her husband up into a state of pain, and suffering that you might see in a horror film, where a man might of been taken captive, and punished severly while in a prison dungeon. Clarice went into detail while telling Maureen of Gail's bonechilling screams, telling Maureen that at times that she thought that she would hear the creaking, of Gail's spinal column ready to give, and break beneath the pressure of her continuous camelclutch that she had applied on him. " Ohh the little wench screamed, and screamed louder as I held him there in that camelclutch, unwilling to relieve him of any fucking pain, he screamed like a little whoredog being raped. Gail begged, he cried, and he was all mine that day, all mine too punish, and too torture. Yes sweetie, I had taught Gail a very important lesson in life, and that was not too ever fuck with me again. I warned Gail that if he was too ever raise a hand against me, or tried too take something from me that I didn't want too give up, that I would litterly take him apart very slowly, and very painfully. Yes Gail was like putty in my hands after that day, knowing to phone me before visiting. " " Gail also knew from that day on, that he could never take me in a fight, wrestling or otherwise. Like most creeps, and crybaby wimps he feared me, he feared me so much that at times I had noticed him trembling in my presence. He knew I meant buisness after that one paticular asskicking I gave him, and knew that I would give him an even quicker asskicking if he ever crossed me wrong, or even looked at me crosseyed. " Maureen sat, and listened with pleasure as Clarice finished up her story, and then Maureen lowered her head in shame, and started sobbing some, while thinking of all of the creeps that had taken advantage of her, without her having any say, or without her having the ability to ward them from off of her. Clarice then looked at Maureen in some sympathy, knowing of Maureen's horrifying experiences from the past. You see even though Maureen was unaware of the fact, but Clarice was a intensive therapist at the civil mental hospital that Maureen was once a patient of. Clarice knew Maureen's history well, and had studied Maureen's records extensively reading her logs while she was a patient of the hospital. It was in fact even though Maureen couldn't recall who Clarice was, or remembered ever seeing her while she had stayed at the hospital, it was Clarice that was her lead therapist. Clarice though after Maureen was gaining more of her senses in the hospital, and was recovering well to a release from the civil mental hospital, back out of Maureen's case, leaving her patient files, and counseling to another therapist, that would close up with Maureen's final release. Clarice laid her hand gently upon Maureen's shoulder too comfort her in her tears, and said softly too her, " It will be find honey, you will be just fine, you haven't a thing too worry about no longer. I'm here for you now.. " Clarice from that time on took Maureen you could say under her gentle wings. Maureen, and Clarice grew too become the very best of friends, and even though Clarice held her secret of ever meeting Maureen, and ever counseling her at the civil mental hospital was hoping someday that she could allow the young woman too know of their past acqaintance. Maureen went on too continuing working out in the gym that she was an avid member of, but had also became an avid fan of Clarice's working out with her in the privacy of Clarice's rec room. Clarice also took up the task of teaching Maureen how too wrestle. teaching her some very important grappling manurvres, along with how too apply some punishing submission holds. After a day in Clarice's gym, Clarice looked upon Maureen as she slept on her sofa resting from a workout now in comfort, shortly after showering, and said too her softly, " Never sweetie, and I mean never, will another creep take advantage of you ever again.. " Then Clarice rose, and retreated too the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.. To be continued...