Thumper, "Better realize !"
by, The " T.K.O Kid " desio@adelphia.net
a macho man, is beatened, and humiliated by a stronger woman...


Thumper, " Better realize ! "

Stan just announced last call, and was in the process of cleaning up behind
the bar; when Theresa an employee made her presence known confronting him
expecting her pay . Stan hired the woman, as a bouncer a few months ago, and
Theresa proved herself fitting for the job . Stan was convinced of her holding
to the position, after seeing her take three guys out in the alley, who would
of torn his bar apart, if he hadn't a bouncer that night, being Theresa . But
now Stan was deciding it was time to hire a man for the job, considering he
was recieving too much flack from his higher clientelle, Buisness men, men of
wealth, and men in the community that held rather prestigious positions, and
held an attitude, and that being male chavinism, towards women .

Due to the flack, he was recieving he was delaying to pay Theresa the money
due to her, and had an interview with a man that was applying for, Theresa's
present position, and that would only happen if Theresa, would allow it . Mark
was to meet him shortly after he would close the bar that night, and if
Theresa was going to be any trouble over the money that Stan owed her, she was
going to be Mark's little test to see if he qualified for the new position in
replacing Theresa .

Now Theresa had one little gripe, and that was, that Stan was several weeks
delayed in paying her, and it seemed that he was trying to avoid her, and
paying her the wages he owed her . Now Theresa couldn't figure this out, since
she felt Stan took a good liking to her, but Theresa didn't know Stan, as well
as she thought, but how well can you really get to know a person in a few
months ?

" Closing time guys, " he told two men, who were sitting at a booth . " Finish
up those beers, I'm shutting her down for the night . " The two men then
grumbled some while finishing up their beers, and then rose from their seats,
and sauntered on out the door .

Theresa was a bomb, when it came to her womanly appearance, and tonight she
was exceptionally dressed to knockout any man standing . Her black tank top
hugged her pair of breasts tightly, and they were a set that stood out
proudly; with the tank top creating the most pleasent cleavage shot that a guy
could look upto, or down to, depending on the position you were in . Therersa
was also on the muscular side, with her physique having a strong appearance of
a well built female bodybuilder. Theresa prized her health, and fitness, she
rarely drank, and never smoked a ciggerette in her life . Theresa considered
her body as if it was a temple, and believe me Theresa was built firm, solid,
and stacked as if she was built, how does the old saying go, " like a brick
shit house " Her arms were well defined, and as the rest of her body, with her
bone structure being hugged firmly by layers of rippling muscle . Her legs
were also a pair of beautys that held her to her feet, solid, firm, and well
developed, and thick with a strong appearance of muscle, that couldn't go
unoticed as they stood out from her low cut blue jeans . But you could be real
sure of Theresa, if you knew her not to invovle yourself in a fight with her,
because in all of her beauty, you definately didn't want to get in the way of
a flashing kick of hers . Theresa had legs that could take a mans head off in
one fell swoop, and her fighting skills when it came to using her fists were
far beyond punishing you, if she wanted to see you suffer in a fight, she
would prolong your agony by delivering punches that would punish you without
taking you out .

This Theresa had done in several fights she was invovled in, fights where she
brought the man to his knees, and in fights where she would take a man
sprawling into a corner, and watched him beg, plead, and cry for mercy .
Theresa felt that if the man was so bold to hit a woman, and show no mercy,
that turnabout was fair play, making him fair game, to the beating that she
would deliver him .

Theresa, stood behind the bar with her hands on her hips; while Stan went
about cleaning up . Stan then paused for a moment, and then spoke, " Well are
you just going to stand there, or are you going to give me a hand here with
cleaning this joint up ? " Theresa just stood for a short moment, then
returned saying, " Well Stanley, I would help, but I'm a little concerned
about the pay due to me, how many weeks due you owe me, lets see I believe its
a months pay, that you owe me . " Theresa said . " Well its like this... "
Stan started to state, just before the front door came swinging opened .

A big burley sized type of a macho man stepped in, wearing a black T shirt,
being rolled up at the sleeves, and having on a pair of jeans, that appeared
to be greased stained . His wavey black hair, along with a three day shadow of
an unshaven face, gave him a rather surly rouge look .

" Hey ! where's the damn boss of this dive ? " Mark spoke, in a rough surly
mannor . Stan smiled, at Marks attitude, and then said, in return, " That
would be me . " Mark started towards the bar, then spotted, Theresa, and
stopped cold in his tracks, then spoke, " And who is this sweet little piece
of hoochie pie ? " Theresa ignored his comment, and looked to Stan again, and
said, " Well Stan, its like what,, can you finish your sentence, I believe we
were about to get to the reason why you were about to pay me the months wages
due to me . " Stan wiped up the bar counter then tossed the bar rag aside,
then turned to Theresa, and said, " No one demands anything from me woman, I
may pay you, and then again I may not ! " Mark stood smiling, as he watch the
present bouncer, Theresa, and his possibly new emplorer, go toe to toe, in
discussing her pay . " Theresa then started towards Stan, with Stan noticing
her anger, and raising his hand, said, " Just stop right there missy, you want
paid, well give me a minute, and I'll pay you what I owe you . "

Theresa stood a little more satisfied as Stan made his way to the cash
register to collect her pay, and as she watched Stan count some money, she
turned to Mark, and gave him a plastic smile . Theresa's attention was broken,
when Stan turned her attention away from Mark, saying, " Here ya go, Theresa,
now you can go, and collect your stuff from the back room, your services of a
bouncer is no longer needed here . " Then Stan turned his attention to Mark,
who was giving Theresa a rather lust ful look . Theresa's anger shot up a
level, from hearing her dismissle, and said, " What in the hell are you
talking about Stan, I'm no longer needed here, you telling me I can't do the
job ? " " Thats right sweetie, thats what I'm telling you, now go get your
girlie shit from the backroom, and take that sweet little tart, of an ass of
yours on out of here; before I decide to have my new empolyee show you to the
door, " Stan said, looking to Mark . Theresa then said, calming down some,
saying, " So if thats the way it is, I'll find my own damn way out, thank you,
"

Theresa then brushed roughly past Mark, while bumping into his shoulder, she
just gave him a questioning look, and thought to herself, " Stan should of
hired more of a man, this guy appears that the women clientelle of this joint
could kick his ass, hell it just maybe that this guy gets his ass bounced by a
couple of Stan's female customers . " Mark was far from appearing to look like
a wimp, but in Theresa's anger she could look at him in no other way, or think
of him differently . You could be sure that Mark could handle himself, in a
fight, and would be far from getting bounced by the male customers of Stan's
establishment, let alone by a couple of female buisness women .

Theresa then made her way into the back room, and collected her belongings .
As Theresa, packed her duffle, she looked down onto the bench, and looked at
the cash that she had laid down, the money that Stan paid her . Something
wasn't adding up here, she hadn't counted the money, and it didn't pile up to
appear to be the ammount that he owed her . Her anger outside in the front
while arguing with Stan took her attention, from the money, not allowing her
to count it, but that she was about to do . Theresa picked the cash up, and
filed her fingers quickly through it . " Son of a bitch, this isn't even a
weeks pay, that bastard, he's not going to get away with this, without paying
me what is due to me, and if he thinks otherwise, I'll kick his old ass like
he's some little bitch ! " Theresa thought out loud, and then stormed out
front to where Stan, and Mark were sitting .

Stan wasn't sure of Mark, after talking with him, and was reconsidering
keeping Theresa on as the present bouncer . Stan was still at a point of
indecision, but Theresa quickly made Stan reconsider taking Mark on as the new
bouncer when she hurled the green cash in his face while he, and Mark sat in
the booth . Theresa was furious as she spoke, saying, " What in the hell is
this Stan, thats far from what you owe me, now pay me what is due to me, so I
can leave this stinkin' dive of yours." Mark was about to rise from his seat,
saying, " You want me to take care of this little tramp, boss ? " Stan just
waved Mark back, saying in return, " No son, I'll take care of her myself, "
Theresa agreed, and gave Mark, a doubtful look, and said, to him, " Yeah, boy
! you just better stay seated before I have to hurt your feelings, and beat
your little ass in front of your new emplorer here . " Mark was about to rise
again from Theresa's challenging him, untill Stan waved him back, saying
again, " As I said, son I'll take care of this . " Theresa, smiled through her
anger, and said, " How sweet, we have a little relationship here, father, and
son type, I wonder if it will turn into a homosexual incest, type of a
relationship ? " allowing herself to giggle a little .

Stan, then rose to his feet quickly, and said, " Damn it, Theresa, your fired,
and without pay, now get your fucking ass out of my bar, NOW ! " and don't let
the door hit you in the ass on the way out ! " Theresa heard enough, and as
Stan was about to retrieve the money from the floor; Theresa grabbed him by
his collar, and forced him upright, and began roughly dragging him to a
section of the bar, where the juke box was; and slammed him hard into it . "
Now ! your going to pay me, or else, " Mark was still sitting, and waiting for
his cue, to take Theresa out himself . " Well, Stan whats it gonna be, are you
gonna pay me, or am I going to have to kick the shit out of your sorry ass
right now ! " Stan, groaned heavily in pain, as Theresa held him firmly
against the juke box, and still being the stubborn Stan, he said in return,"
Go fuck yourself, your fired ! " Theresa, then wasted, no time in bringing her
knee up hard into Stan's nuts, causing him to let out a loud cry of pain, "
Aaahhhggg ! " Stan groaned loudly, while doubling over from Theresa's kneeshot
. Theresa, did not release her grip on Stan, instead she forced him upright,
and turned him roughly towards a table . While releasing him, Stan staggered a
little back towards the table, before Theresa threw a sudden sharp right hook,
that caught Stan hard, and flush on the jaw . CRACCCK ! ! ! Theresa's fist
smashed solidly into the flesh of Stan's cheek, with the blow of her punch
sending him up, and reeling over the toppling table . Stan went head over
heels, and came down to the floor landing hard onto his back, and letting out
another cry of pain, " AAAIIiiieeeAaaahhhg ! "

Mark had seen enough, and was on his feet in an instant . Just as Theresa, was
on her way around the fallen table to pull Stan to his feet, and administer
more punishment, Mark quickly took her from behind, and locked his wrist
having her wrapped around the waist . Theresa, then in no little surprise,
shook her head, and said, " I expected as much from an ass as you, " Mark,
then answered her with a comment, or a positive statement, saying in return, "
And now you can expect to get the ass kicking of your little girlie life,
bitch ! " Theresa just threw him another little taunt in return saying, " Yeah
right, whatever, but I believe its going to take a bigger man than you to do
it, and I don't see it happening tonight ! " Theresa, struggled against Mark's
hold on her, and was unable to break his hold . Mark's forearms began to
swell, and ripple against the strain of hanging onto to Theresa, as she
kicked, and bucked against him to break free . Mark was no slouch, when it
came to possessing strength, as he held on . Mark had a fairly decent set of
arms burly, and rouged . But his strength was giving just a little, as he, and
Theresa, shuffled around on the floor, with Theresa backing him up towards the
juke box .

Theresa, took a quick glance behind her, and over Mark's shoulder to notice
that Mark, and her were nearing the juke box, then suddenly with a sudden
thrust backwards, Theresa forced her weight into Mark, and forced him hard
into the juke box . As I said Mark was no slouch as he held on still to
Theresa, but a loud gasp escaped his mouth, as air was forced from him having
collided with the juke so hard; but he still held on. Theresa, seeing that she
did little but maybe to loosen his hold some, sent a back elbow smashing hard
into Mark's side, only to loosen his grip a little more, " Damn ! " she
thought to himself, " what is it gonna take to get this fuck, off of me ? "
Mark, smile mechiously, and then said, " Whats the matter you little Ho ?
having troubles are we ? " But as soon as Mark finished his sentence, Theresa
sent another back elbow, but this time she sent it smashing hard into his face
. Mark's head bounced back some, then still having ahold on her, and as Mark's
head was coming forward, Theresa, answered it with another smashing elbow to
his face, breaking him cleanly from off of her .

Theresa gave a quick glance towards Stan, who was still pretty much out of it
in his own misery, moaning while lying near the fallen table . Mark fell
against the juke box, slumping some against it, when Theresa turned her
attention back to him, and wasting no time, she swung a hard stinging right
hook to Mark's jaw taking his head to one side, she then delivered a right
hook with her fist, following it through Mark's jaw, taking his head in the
other direction . Mark gathered himself rather quickly from the two blows, but
not without some dizziness, and pain left in his head that was now throbbing
some . Just as Theresa was in the motion of throwing another hook shot, making
Mark's head the destinated target, Mark came forward slipping below a punch
that more than likely would of called it a night for him .

Theresa followed through with her attempted punch, as Mark rolled in and
around her, and now behind her . Theresa turned somewhat lazily to face Mark,
and her slowness had cost her; as Mark began peppering her with a flurry of
jabs . Theresa felt the sting from Mark's fist with each punch he delivered,
and knew that if she didn't counter his attack that she would soon be in some
serious trouble . Mark then drove his fist hard into Theresa,s midsection,
maybe one of the hardest parts on her body . Theresa's abs took the punch well
barely fazing her, and Mark realized that this girl was far from being taken
out easily, as he pulled his hurting fist back from the punch . Mark was now
thinking about the pain in his hand, and wrist, from making the blow to
Theresa's rock hard abdomen, and was now trying to work out the pain in his
wrist, when suddenly Theresa dove into him, wrapping him around the waist, and
taking him down in a spear like tackle .

The two battling fistfighting warriors went at it, rolling on the bar floor;
with Mark landing a punch or two; when having the top position . Theresa,
though answered his punches, by delivering her own when gaining the advantage,
and maybe with a little more force, and impact . Theresa, and Mark, continued
their back, and forth battle on the floor, with Theresa gaining more advantage
time in the fight . It seemed now that her punches were taking more of an
effect on Mark, then his were taking on her .

Finally the two of them rolled into, and against the bar, with Theresa rolling
ontop of him before coming to a dead hault . Theresa now was ontop of Mark,
and had him straddled across the lower part of his chest, Mark looked up into
her face, then allowed his eyes to glance towards her breasts . Mark knew a
good looking woman when he saw one, and knew what a fine looking pair of
titties consisted of, and now he was growing somewhat stimulated, and aroused
by peering into Theresa's cleavage . Theresa, noticed Mark's lusting approvel
of her tits, and grew a little angy, but a little aroused herself from seeing
his excitement . Mark wasn't fighting to much in getting Theresa from off him,
due to the fact that he was enjoying now the present view . " Mmm... "
Theresa, slowly purred, I see it turns you on, having your ass kicked by a
woman now having her hand place on his hardening cock that was benieth his
jeans . Theresa, was growing a little moist herself between her legs, and what
was exciting more than feeling Mark's hardness, was that she was getting
turned on by kicking a mans ass . Theresa's anger towards Mark was still very
present within' her, and the excitement, and the sexual arousement, grew
within' her, as it felt that she was near the point of cumming in her own low
cutoff jeans .

Theresa wanted to cum so bad, that she clenched her grip around Mark's bulge
benieth his jeans even tighter, creating pain in his balls . Mark groaned in a
little misery as Theresa slowly applied more pressure to her grip, from grasp
on his cock, and balls it was coming to the point of becoming punishiment for
him . Mark let out a loud groan of pain, as Theresa, tightened her grip; with
her smiling wickedly down into Mark's face that was now growing from
excitement, to fear, and pain. " So big boy, how do you like me now ? "
Theresa said, while letting out a wicked laugh . Mark then realized that he
was still in a fight, and tried to bring an elbow up into Theresa's face .
Mark's elbow did make contact grazing her jaw some with some force . Theresa
took the blow in stride, and releasing her grip on his cock, she tightened her
hand into a fist, still having him straddled, she placed her other hand on the
side of his forehead forcing head sideways, and held it there against the
wooden floor, then drove her fist hard into the side of Mark's face .
Theresa's knuckles smashed hard, and true into the Mark's jaw, causing him to
cry out, " Aaaiiieeeaaahhhggg ! " " Are we still getting aroused ? " Theresa
said, mocking Mark now, but without allowing him to answer, Theresa drove
another solid blow to Mark's head . A spray of blood shot from Mark's nose,
and mouth, with the crimson red splattering against the floor beside him .

Mark, had endurance as he took the two punishing blows from Theresa that would
of ended a fight against an average man . Somehow Mark broke free from benieth
Theresa, and rolled her off of himself . Mark took no time getting to his feet
who he met Theresa face to face, then moving in towards her, he lashed out
with a right, missing as Theresa avoided his attack, by slipping in under the
punch . Now as Mark's fist sailed over Theresa's head, he found himself with
his back against the bar, and felt the wrath of Theresa's fist smashing hard
into his ribcage . Mark's cry went up loud from Theresa's blow, and after her
counter to his ribs, Theresa sent a smashing uppercut that landed hard benieth
Mark's jaw . Mark's feet left the floor in that instant, and his body went
sailing up, and over the bar, and coming down hard Mark hit the floor behind
the bar heavily, and groaned out a loud sigh of pain . " Ooaahhggg... " In
desperation, Mark spotted a whisky bottle on the inside lower shelf of the
bar, and retrieved it in not so fast of a fashion, and slowly pulling himself
to his feet, he saw Theresa making her way towards him .

Theresa noticed that Mark had the whiskey bottle in hand, and knew he intended
to use it on her, but kept approaching him throwing all caution to the wind
.Theresa slowly approached him in a deliberate mannor, and said, " Boy, you
better know how to use that, because your about to lose it, and what I ought
to do is to take the damn thing from you, and stick it up your ass, but I'm
not going to be that mean, now come here to Mommy, and let me finish your
spanking . " Mark waited, a little fearful now, knowing the fighting abilities
of his female adversary, even as pretty as she was, and having a body that he
wanted so much wanted to lie with in a more pleasurable situation, he knew he
had to do something, and he hated the idea of disfiguring her pretty face, but
all is fair in love, and war; and right now Mark had a fight on his hands .

Theresa was now close enough to Mark, for contact, and without hesitating,
Mark swung the bottle hard towards Theresa, only for Theresa, to block it with
an open palm, and to slap it free of his hand . Mark's eyes widened in
surprise as he missed, and not only did he miss, but his weapon was now gone .
Mark's hard exteriour was melting fast, as Theresa followed into him with a
barrage of heavy blows that landed solidly to his midsection, and delivering
some shots to his head between going back to working his body . Mark stummbled
back, and tried to cover himself from Theresa's vicious attack . Theresa now
had Mark on the back peddle, as she continued working him with lefts, and
rights, that took him out from behind the bar . Stan was now to his feet,
rather groggily he made an attempt towards Theresa, with Mark stummbling back,
and somewhat pretty much out of it; Theresa, turned to Stan, and brought the
back of her hand swinging around hard into the side of his face . The blow of
Theresa's backhand to Stan's face sent him crashing to the floor, knocking him
out cold . " Thats it little man, sleep tight while mommy finishes working
this other boy over . " Theresa mocked .

As I said earlier in this story, Theresa was the type of fighter that showed
little or no mercy to men that showed little to women . Theresa was a sadistic
type of a fighter who enjoyed dishing out the misery . Tonight was in no way
different .

Mark was leaning heavily against the wall, now nearly in tears . The 5' 11"
surley rouge was now near to the point of breaking down in tears, a man that
fought proudly against the best of them; and stood his ground in the most
vicious fights, without even coming close to shedding a tear . Mark's pride
was finally broken as he slid sideways against the wall, shrinking in fear, as
Theresa approached him . " Pleaseee... pleaseee.. you win.. I've had enough...
I can't take no more.. " Mark cried, pleading with Theresa . Theresa wasn't
listening now, as she drew near, Mark tried again to make another plea, but
before a word could escape his lips, Theresa, drove a left into the right side
of his ribcage, and followed it with a solid hard right hook, smashing hard
into Mark's face . A loud cry of anguish left Mark's mouth, Aaiiieeehhh !!!
Aahhhgg!" following the two blows, as he now rolled to the side, and
stummbling hard he fell to the floor of the bar . His near to tears, broke
forth, as he began crying, and holding his brokened beatened body . Mark laid
sobbing now on the floor on his side, and looking to Theresa, who was now
standing over him spoke sheepishly, " Pleaseee.. lady... show some mercy...
you've done me in... " Mark continued to ball like a baby as he laid at the
feet of his female conquerer, who was now standing proudly over him . Theresa,
then spoke, " Get up.. you coward... get up now... before.. I... " Theresa
didn't finish her sentence just there, as she looked down to her enemy, who
was trembling and crying, and seeing that she had beatin' him to a bloody
pulp, and a sobbing coward, she was finally satisfied, then spoke again
saying, " Yeah... I guess you did have enough... poor little man.. so don't
worry, I'm not going to hurt you any more . "

Theresa, then turned away from Mark, and made her way over to Stan who was
groaning softly, and still out . Theresa when reaching Stan knelt down beside
him, and withdrew his wallet from his pants, taking from it what she figured
was due to her . Theresa then got to her feet, and just before leaving through
the front door of Stan's establishment, she turned back to Stan, and said, "
You had one helluva bouncer in me, but now she's on her way out the door, and
she'll be looking to a better job, as for your new man, I feel that he won't
be lasting too long, before he gets his ass kicked again, sleep tight Stanley,
and as for you, " she said, looking in Mark's direction, " You better learn
how to fight, or you won't be hanging on to this job too long . " With
finishing up with what she had to say, Theresa left through the door, leaving
Stan still out cold, and Mark trembling, and still sobbing some, frozen with
fear against the wall .

The end .