It had been a long night of partying and drinking, and Gemma was ready for bed. She managed to stagger from Metros all the way to the flat she shared with three other girls near the waterfront. The trip went without incident, unless you count the encounter with the cat that jumped off a dumpster and the homeless guy who grabbed her butt as she walked past a dark entryway. The poor cat almost decapitated her. The poor homeless guy almost lost an arm. For you see, Gemma is a tough girl. She’s mean when she’s drunk. The cat surprised her, but it fled in terror when she unloaded a frightened tirade at the poor creature. She even through a garbage can lid at the mangy critter, but she managed to almost hit a park police car with that weapon. The homeless man wasn’t as lucky as the cat.
As Gemma staggered by the dark entryway of a long closed store, the tired, half-drunk man sitting in the shadows thought he saw a potential victim. All he saw was a well-built woman of about 30 years heading home after a night of heavy drinking. She’s easy pickings for a tough streetwise man. Hell, he thought as she neared, “I’m at least a foot taller than her and I have to have 80 pounds on her. This will be like taking candy from a baby. And what nice tits! I may have a little fun with this one.”
The bum lunges from his hiding spot at the unsuspecting Gemma. He doesn’t realize until it’s too late that he’d greatly underestimated his quarry. Gemma sees movement out of the corner of her eye and she turns into a defensive posture. The filthy man grabs at her but all he touches is the fine curves of her left butt cheek. He never sees the powerful right fist coming from Gemma’s side. He never really even feels it. He’s unconscious before he hits the ground. Gemma is very drunk, and she’s more than a little pissed that this sick old pervert tried to grab her arse. She kicks the prone man until she feels his ribs snap into kindling. Satisfied, she thinks to herself, “It’ll be a long time until that old fiend tries to grab another girl.” She continues on her way home, but all this excitement has made her hungry.
She thinks for a moment, but the only thing open this late is a small Persian kebab shop near her flat. That will have to do. She walks to the shop and, once inside, sidles up to the counter. She orders a chicken kebab on pita smothered with grilled vegetables…a girl has to stay healthy, you know. As she waits, she looks around the dingy restaurant and notices another homeless man has his attention on her. The man glares at her for a minute then turns away and tries to shield his face as if in fear. Gemma thinks this is because he recognized how dangerous she is. If fact, it’s because her t-shirt is covered in blood from the other homeless man’s nose.
The only other people in the place are the owner and his wife. They avoid making eye contact with her. As she awaits her order, a police car and an ambulance speeds by with their emergency lights on and their sirens wailing. Gemma thinks to herself that her victim has been found. Oh well, she gets her order and has to count change to pay for it. She finally fumbles enough out to pay for it. She slurs a “thanks” and starts home.
The rest of the trip goes off without incident, unless of course you count her nearly being run down by an errant taxi. “Why do I have suck shitty luck with those damn things?” But she makes it to her flat and lets herself in. Her flat mates are in the bed. That’s a good think. She doesn’t want to talk to any of those goofy bitches anyway. She lays her kebab on the table and goes to change into her bed clothes. She notices she has some email, so she decides to check those before she eats and goes to bed. Oh great! One message is from that silly cxnt Jonica. Another is from some subbie who wants to avenge her Mistress’ (Mistress Holly) beatdown by challenging Gemma. The last is from some guy who wants to buy her stories and sell them on an internet fetish site. Oh God! What is wrong with people? She composes two messages. The first to Jonica….
Jomnikca,
I'mn a lirrlr bit drumk! hehe!
x h c
The second is to Mistress Holly’s subbie….
Fugicik U!!!! Btcith! I assectpt ur chllafge!
x h GX
Satisfied with her work, she changes into a black Cardiff Boxing Gym t-shirt and goes to enjoy her kebab pita. As she walks into the kitchen, she sees her roommate, Hannah, eating her sandwich!
Gemma explodes! “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU FAT COW?!!!!”
Hannah obviously didn’t see Gemma walk into the room, and truth be told, she is familiar with Gemma’s drinking habits. Ordinarily she’d be passed out next to the toilet by now. Hannah is absolutely stunned that her roommate is awake and obviously in a very bad mood!
“Gemma, I…I….I didn’t….”
Gemma sways and nearly falls as she staggers across the room and yanks the remnants of her pita away from her chubby flatmate. But the fact that Gemma is so drunk isn’t lost on Hannah, either. She decides to have a little fun with the smaller girl. She knows Gemma is a boxer and a grappler, but she’s so drunk she won’t remember any of this in the morning. Hannah yanks the sandwich back and shoves Gemma over a chair.
Gemma has been in many arguments with her flat mates in the past, but none have become physical. She is a little shocked by Hannah’s impertinence. She painfully climbs to her feet, kicks the chair out of the way and yanks the pita back from Hannah.
“You bitch! That’s mine!” Hannah declares as Gemma rips the sandwich away from her.
“The hell it is! I just bought the damn thing!”
“No you didn’t! I bought it earlier tonight! I was going to finish it.” Hannah proclaimed thinking she could outwit the intoxicated girl.
“Fucking liar!”
“I did! Ask the others.”
Gemma knows this is a losing proposition now. The others will side with Hannah. They always do because they hate Gemma. “Okay, fine you fat bitch! Here’s your fucking sandwich! I hope you choke on it!” Gemma then tosses what’s left into Hannah’s face and storms to her room and slams the door.
The pita hits Hannah in the face and explodes in a shower of grilled chicken, vegetables and goo. She angrily wipes the food away and storms after Gemma. Gemma’s bedroom door nearly hits her in the face and this infuriates her! She flings open Gemma’s door and exclaims, “I’ve had it with you, you fucking cxnt!”
Gemma had already flopped facedown on the bed and she wasn’t expecting an angry visit…especially from Hannah, whom she viewed as a pompous, spoiled windbag. She tries to sit up just as the bigger girl lands on top of her. She twists her body to try and escape, but Hannah is just too big. Gemma only weighs roughly 110 pounds, and she is only 5’3”. Hannah is only an inch taller, but she outweighs Gemma by 80 or 90 pounds. Gemma is pretty sure Hannah has never been in a fight, but she sure couldn’t tell that by the punches raining down on her head and shoulders.
Gemma manages to squirm sideways under the bigger girl, but she can go no farther because Hannah wraps one fist in her hair. She yanks Gemma’s head up and slaps her over and over in the face until blood is trickling from the drunken girl’s nose. Hannah finally gets off the smaller girl and she yanks her by the hair off the bed and facedown on the floor. Once down, Hannah delivers two solid kicks to Gemma’s side.
Pain shoots through Gemma’s body and it has the effect to start the sobering process. This assault hurts and she’s starting to get pissed off. She tries to rise onto her knees, but the big girl still has her fist wrapped in her hair. Hannah simply yanks the smaller girl off balance and back onto the floor. But the realization of what is happening finally sinks in and Gemma unleashes an assault of her own. She tries to rise up again, but as Hannah starts to yank her back off balance, the boxer unloads a powerful fist deep into the heavy girl’s belly.
“Ooffff!” Hannah exclaims as she drops to one knee beside Gemma. The smaller girl decides to press her quick advantage, but she has greatly underestimated her opponent….or she’s too drunk to know any better. As she moves forward to attack her overweight foe, Hannah butts her forehead to forehead. Gemma shrieks in shocked pain, “Owww, FUCK!!!” and collapses against the bed. The big girl gets to her feet, wraps both hands deep in Gemma’s hair and pulls her head forward and slams it hard against her knee and then she repeats this move. She releases her victim’s hair and Gemma slumps to the floor all but unconscious. Hannah has been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.
Hannah has been described as a bully. But in reality she’s a coward. She hated Gemma from the moment she first met her. Gemma is everything she is not. Gemma is petite. Hannah is overweight. Gemma is athletic. Hannah is lazy. Gemma is gorgeous. Hannah…while very cute…isn’t in the same class as her adversary. Gemma has a terrific sense of humor and can always draw a crowd. Hannah is dull and boring and usually sits quietly at parties. Gemma is popular with men and women. Hannah is lucky to get dates. Gemma is tough and no nonsense. Hannah is withdrawn and gullible. But tonight Hannah is in total control of the tough girl, and she plans to make her pay for years of embarrassment.
Hannah grabs the slumped girl by the hair and drags her into the living room. She wrestles Gemma’s t-shirt off and props the limp girl in a chair. “I think I’m gonna be sick,” Gemma softly says in drunken, half-conscious voice. Hannah replies by punching her in the gut and shoving her head in a trashcan. “There, you can puke in that.” She recoils in disgust as Gemma does just that. Hannah rummages through the kitchen drawers until she finds exactly what she’s looking for. She takes the trashcan away from Gemma, wipes her face with a towel, and punches her once again in the stomach. She almost doesn’t get the trashcan up in time to catch the explosion of vomit.
When the drunken girl is finished, Hannah hopes her stomach is finally empty and she goes to work. Using a roll of duct tape, she secures Gemma to the high backed kitchen chair. She secures her ankles to the chair legs and her wrists to the chair arms. She wraps several lengths of tape around Gemma’s ribcage and secures her to the back of the chair. Finally, Hannah retrieves what’s left of the kebab pita and completes her chore. When her work is done, she heads off to bed.
The next morning, Gemma wakens to bright sunlight streaming through the open curtains in the flat. She raises her head with much effort…it feels like she’s been beaten with a hammer. She groans pitifully and says, “Oh, so drunk. I hate hangovers.” She looks around the room and jolts upright when she realizes her flat mates are staring at her. Then she notices she is half naked. She tries to stand but only manages to fall over in the chair. “What the fuck! Who taped me to the fucking chair?!!!! I’m going to kill all you bitches!”
“Shut up, Gemma,” Hannah says as she and the others sit Gemma back upright. “We have some new rules for the house. First off, if you leave food on the table, it is fair game for anyone….”
Anger boils up inside Gemma as this fat bitch reads off her new list of rules. But there is little she can do. She’s almost naked, tied to a kitchen chair, and she’s covered with a mixture of vomit and blood, and the remains of a kebab are shoved in her panties. She has grilled chicken and vegetables crammed all the way from her elastic waistband all the way up the crack of her arse.
“Eeeeekkkk! I am so gonna kill you fucking cxnts when I get out of this!”
The girls laugh and leave her duct taped to the chair the rest of the afternoon. They think it’s hilarious that her boyfriend coming to pick her up that evening. He’ll sure be in for a big surprise. Maybe this will put a stop to her drunken antics.
Author's Note: Please forgive any errors you might encounter when reading this. I wanted to see if I could write a story and post it from my iPhone. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Joni
xoxo
