Teenage Toughie   Part 3 
by tommy21642002@yahoo.com
Millie's attempt at revenge


Note from author: Readers should refer to parts No. 1 and 2 of this series
located in Misc. stories section 14.

I stood before him and saw the rage in his eyes. He tried to get out the
words, but couldn’t. I had been beaten beyond recognition by a local teenage
tough girl named Amy Daily. How can I explain that to my boyfriend of three
years? He had seen me in countless fights where I had totally dominated my
opponents, and now for the first time in my life the tables were turned and it
was I who suffered defeat. One hundred Sixty Five pounds of solid muscle, and
what did it get me? All those hours in the gym, all of those fist fights
against other tough girls and guys and still I was taken apart by her teenage
hands.

We talked for hours and he stayed by my side for three days nursing me back to
health. Soon I was able to go out in public again. My physical bruises healed,
but mentally I was not ready for her again. My sister Ann had two shots at her
and lost both times, I was not about to make the same mistake. Certainly there
was a way to pay her back without the risk of a one on one, or even a one on
two confrontation. I would go to bed at night and dream of putting together
the perfect three punch combination that would have Amy sprawled out in front
of me. Then I would refuse to listen to her sobbing request that I stop my
punishment. I would drag her through the streets as a reminder to all who was
the toughest girl in town. Then morning would come and I would be awaken to
the cruel reminder that fiction could not become fact without some form of
action on my part. I began to train intensely, waking up just a little after
4am to do my roadwork. Five miles every morning before breakfast, a full day
at work and then another three hours at the gym after work. Alternating
lifting weights and sparring with anyone foolish enough to step into the ring
with me, I began to get some of my confidence back. I starting picking on
people again. A nasty habit of mine, cut short once I met up with Amy. Two
fights a week, soon turned into four or even five. All of my opponents were
left in tears, begging me to stop the beating I was administering. My
boyfriend Walter was at every fight, smiling approval as I once again fisted
myself to the top. Walt was a world class fighter himself, standing 6'-4"
tall, and weighing 235lbs. He enjoyed a good scuffle as much as I did. Walt's
obsession with fighting was a little kinkier than mine. I was just happy to
lay a good beating on someone, seeing the fear in their eyes as I sent them
down for the count. Walt enjoyed the after fight as much as the fight itself.
Many times he would command his beaten opponent to service me while he
watched. I must admit I rather liked this type of action and looked forward to
Walt's fights and thought of them as our special time together.

One Friday evening, during the first week in October, Walt told me he had a
special treat lined up for us. He owned a small construction business and he
said one of his customers owed him some money. Walt had a nack of collecting
monies owed with his fists. We drove up to a rather large home in a nice
neighborhood and Walt jumped out of the truck and knocked on the front door.
Soon someone answered the door and Walt rushed in. Five minutes later, Walt
waved me into the house. A man in his early fifties was lying on the kitchen
floor knocked half silly while his large busted wife was cowering in fear in
the living room. Say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Daily, honey. I turned to see if he
was serious and a portrait on the wall confirmed that we were indeed in Amy
Daily's home and that Middle-aged man on the floor was her father. The phone
had been ripped from the wall so there wasn’t much either of them could do at
this point. I wondered aloud if the mother was as tough as the daughter, so I
advanced on her and two punches later I found out that Amy must have inherited
her fighting ability from someone else in her family. Her mom fell to the
floor immediately and began to sob. I ordered her to disrobe and stand before
me. She did so as I kept a raised fist in case she decided against undressing.
If she didn’t inherit her moms fighting ability, Amy sure inherited her mom's
body. She had a very shapely figure for a woman in her late 40's, highlighted
by 40dd's with large dark brown nipples. Walt couldn’t stand the sight of her
standing there in all her glory and soon he ordered her to her knees. Walt's
8" cock was soon out and at full erection. Soon Mrs. Daily was giving Walt
what he called the best head he ever had and Walt's spunk was all over her
large breasts in no time. I walked over to Mr. Daily and asked him to take out
his tool. He hesitated a little and I said "Whats the matter, did Walts big
dick make you feel inferior?" With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out
the biggest cock I ever layer eyes on. I grabbed the monster with both hands
and began to suck on its large purple head. Seeing that I was enjoying this
encounter far too much, Walt pulled me off Mr. Daily and two punches later
knocked him out. I in turn walked over to the bare breasted Mrs. Daily and
laid her out directly over her old man. We turn and ran for the door and had a
good laugh all the way back to my apartment where we made love all night long.

Two weeks went by and I was sitting in a local diner with Walt enjoying a
Texas cheeseburger and fries. Walts eyes bugged out of his head and most of
the diner turned to look at a young girl who had sauntered in. She came right
over to our booth and sat down next to Walt. I was a bit startled, but said
"Why, look Walter, its Amy Daily, that girl I told you about once." She was
absolutely stunning. Long full black hair, olive complexion, brown eyes. Every
bit the Alyssa Millano look-alike I remembered her to be. Her huge 44DDD
breasts reached halfway across the table toward me. She had on a black and
white horizontal striped cotton shirt with a V-neck that accented her huge
cleavage. Short sleeves revealed that Amy had been working out regularly
during her first year away at college. Her arms were not nearly as muscular
when last we met, but they looked like steel cables from where I was sitting.
She didn’t say much of anything for the first fifteen seconds or so, she just
looked right through me with those soft brown eyes of hers. "Why my parents?
You have a problem with me and you picked on my folks, what kind of person are
you anyway". Walt jumped right in by saying "Look, what's done is done and
there isn’t anything you can do about it, so why don’t you just go away before
one of us hurts you." Amy looked around the diner and noticed that the whole
place was staring at our booth. She lowered her voice and said in a most
confident tone "No, you look....there is an abandon playground at the end of
town...I'm gonna walk out of here right now and I expect to settle matters
with the both of you this evening, so my family can get on with their lives."
With that, she did as she said. Just got up from the table and walked out the
door. Walt couldn’t believe how confident she was. He also said he couldn’t
wait to take her much in the same manner as the mother. I couldn’t eat a bite
more, so we both raised up and exited the diner.

We drove the five miles to the playground in record time. Parked the truck and
entered the abandon playground. A rusty eight foot high fence surrounded a
heavily wooded area. In the center of the trees stood an un-kept grassy area,
merry go round to the left, monkey bars, swings and a teeter-totter to the
right. The remnants of an old concrete wading pool in the center. Amy was
sitting on one of the children's swings when we arrived and she rose up to
greet us. She walked toward us with her shoulders erect....her huge shapely
tits jiggling and extra large nipples poking thru her shirt in the cool
October evening air. She was waving something in her hand that turned out to
be video of the beating we gave her parents. Security tape, too bad the
security company never came to help my folks out, she said. "But I am here now
to even up the score". Walt burst into laughter at how cocky Amy was acting.
"Keep talking sweetheart, this is going to be a real pleasure", he said. Amy
replied "The pleasure will be all mine Walt, and as for you Millie, my
pleasure will be double. I am going to give you both the beating of your lives
and then I am going to turn over this tape to the authorities. I hope you both
enjoy your stays in prison. ". Walt became enraged and moved toward Amy with
both fists cocked. I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away. "She's all
mine, stand back Walt", I said. I raised up my fists and began circling Amy. A
hard left jab was pushed away by her forearm...then a looping right went
sailing over her head. Walt cheered me on while I threw series after series of
combinations at her. I just couldn’t hit her with anything, she was quick as a
cat. After about three minutes of this, Amy began to fight back. Lightening
fast punches bounced off my cheekbones and chin. Her punches were hard and
fast. Soon she had me backing up but good. Her muscular arms sent her fists
all over my body in rapid fire succession. A hard right to my midsection
doubled me over and a hard left uppercut drove me backward. I staggered back
and fell right onto the merry-go-round. I noticed Walter running toward Amy as
she stood over me with fists at the ready. Amy turned and drove a right hand
straight into Walts face as he ran to her. The sound was sickening, the punch
shattered Walts nose and he fell to his knees. I sat on the merry-go-round
with a dazed look on my face. Amy turned to Walt and said "guess it's just me
and you big guy, come on get up".

She pulled Walt to his feet and hit him all over the playground. That first
solid punch she landed flattened his nose to the side of his face and also put
him on queer street. Amy had total control of her much larger opponent. Walt
tried to hold her off, but the only damage he could do was tear away at her
cotton blouse. Soon she was pummeling Walter all over the playground. I sat on
the merry-go-round not knowing what to do. Certainly I thought Walt would
recover and give Amy a good beating. After five minutes of Amy's constant
punching I thought otherwise. Walt was in so much pain that he began to sob.
"Please don’t hit me in the face anymore....I cant take the pain". I don’t
know for sure but Amy must have hit Walt over 200 times. The sounds of her
fists off his face and body were actually frightening. I rose up from the
merry-go-round and reached down into my boot, withdrawing a three inch knife.
"You fucker, I am going to cut you up", I said as I advanced on Amy. She
stopped punching Walt and he slumped into a childs swing set sobbing
uncontrollably. Walt's face was beaten to a pulp, a blood red mask, his eyes
and cheekbones were bright purple. His front teeth were all punched out. Amy
looked me in the eye and advanced toward me. I took a hard swing with the
knife in my right hand, just missing her amazing breasts. My next swing was my
last as she caught my arm in mid-air. With her left hand she hit me in the
face twelve times until the knife dropped from my hand and I slumped into her
breasts. My beaten face slumped down the whole of her cleavage as I slowly
fell to my knees. "My, my whats a girl to do? Two very tough people knocked
loopy by a mere teenager. I too began to sob because I knew my night was not
over. She reached down and pulled me to my feet. "Now I am going to teach you
a lesson you will never forget Millie." With that statement she tore off her
shirt and stood before me in her bright white bra. I turned to run but she
just followed after me. She beat me into the wooded area and got me up against
a tree. Over and over she punched my face until I was a bloody mess. No matter
how hard I cried, she didn’t stop. She punched me back out into the main
playground area. Walt sat on the childs swing and watched as Amy punched me
off my feet only to pick me up and begin administering "my lesson" over and
over. She must have knocked me down 30 times. I was screaming by the end and
the tears were flying out of my face. She punched me over to where Walt sat
and I slumped to a sitting position next to my beaten friend.

You two bastards violated my parents and I made you pay the price. She grabbed
her cell phone and told the police where they could find us along with the
taped evidence. Knowing that she had at least ten minutes before the police
arrived, she stood before us and removed her bra. My eyes bulged at the site
of her huge nippled breasts. Even though beaten severely, Walt still managed a
raging hard on. Amy stood Walt up, pressing her breasts to his lower chest
area and sent a hard left uppercut into his balls, driving his nuts into his
eye sockets. Walt screamed and fell to the ground out like a light. Realizing
that her lesson had been administered in a very satisfactory way, Amy did not
lay another hand on me. She put her clothes back on and waited for the police
to arrive. We were both arrested and taken immediately to a hospital for
treatment. Six months later we were convicted of breaking and entering and a
whole list of other offences. I am now serving a five year sentence while Walt
will be in prison for at least eight years. I will never again attempt revenge
against Amy or bother anyone in her family. My true punishment is not in
spending five years in a Federal Prison, but rather the memory of being beaten
to a pulp by that teenage tough girl Amy Daily.

**The End**