Heather found that she had quite a little business going. She was
suddenly in demand to make videos. She had tried a couple of wrestling
videos, but found that just rolling around on the mat or floor and
grunting like she was in pain was not for her. She was now getting
requests from guys who wanted to be raped with a strap-on dildo, so once
more she plunged into research about this subject. One man wanted both a
beatdown and the the strap-on, and Heather really didn't know what to
say, so she quoted him the outlandish price of $5,000 to do it and was
amazed when the man accepted. She was very new to the strap-on business,
but she reasoned if she beat him senseless he wouldn't really remember
the dildo portion of the session. So that is what she did. This time she
made no effort to hold back, blackening both of his eyes, breaking his
nose and even knocking out two teeth. She loved the feel and sound of a
nose breaking under her hard fist. She had come a long way from the
computer consultant who was betrayed by her boyfriend. She came to love
what she was doing and actually was making more money that she had
before.
The last piece of the puzzle was to put up a website. She called it and
herself Heather the Muscle Mistress. She listed all of her services and
started a members section where she posted clips from her videos. Not
only did she continue to make videos for all of the companies who wanted
her, she found a man who offered to be her cameraman for free, just to be
around her and began to make her own videos. They covered all aspects of
her services and she found men who wanted to be her "slaves" and would
willing appear in videos where she could do a real beatdown, not the
staged stuff that she did with the other companies. Her sales soared. She
the contacted a distributor to handle her videos on a nation wide basis.
Business was booming and the money was rolling in.
Then came the bomb! It was in the form of an email. It was from Christine
Dupont. It said "Not only did you beat me you beat me up unmercifully. I
cannot accept that. I must have revenge. I therefore challenge you to a
boxing match in a ring with gloves, timed rounds and a referee. If you
don't accept the word will get out that you were afraid to face me
again." Heather was distressed. She consulted Ronnie Novack to get his
opinion. Ronnie told her "Christine is a trained boxer. She even fought
professionally for a while and won all of her bouts. She wants to get you
at a distinct disadvantage. If I were you I would reverse her challenge
and fight her in a street fight type of fight. You don't have enough time
to learn to box. However, you are much stronger that her so you have a
good chance in an anything goes kind of fight." Heather thanked him for
his advice. She responded to Christine. "I know that since you are a
trained boxer and I am not that is why you wanted a regulation boxing
match. I will never do that. However, I will meet you in an anything goes
fight, in a ring if that is what you want, but with no gloves, no time
limit and no referee, just you and me. If you want to fight me that is
what you will have to do." Heather thought that would be the end of it.
She was surprised when she received Christine's reply accepting her
offer. Christine wanted J.N. Rollo to shoot the fight and release it for
sale. Heather countered with let both Rollo and Competitive Entertainment
shoot and sell the fight. All parties agreed so the fight was set for the
following week. Heather spent the ensuing time working on the heavy bag,
and working on her website. She was confident that she could win this
fight. She knew that Christine was a tough fighter and didn't accept
defeat easily. However she thought that her greater strength and better
conditioning would let her win.
The day of the fight was at hand. Both fighters were topless, and wearing
bikini bottoms. They were also barefooted. Christine wanted to wear some
thin leather gloves. Heather had Ronnie inspect them and with his
approval agreed for Christine to wear them. They would fight in a ring
that J.N. Rollo had set up permanently for use in his wrestling and
boxing videos. Very few rules, no eye gouging, no biting and no
scratching which both parties agreed to.. Other than that, anything goes.
The fighters stepped into the ring and faced each other. Christine
immediately went into a boxing stance. She had decided that she would try
to box whenever she could, since her training was in that discipline.
Heather reluctantly put her fists up also. Christine quickly established
herself. She was snapping her left jab into Heather's face, making her
head snap back with each punch. After a couple of these, she started
following up with a right cross then a left hook. Heather went down! She
had a trickle of blood running out of a corner of her mouth. She got
cautiously back to her feet. Christine again began to jab, and before
long Heather was back on the canvas, this time her right eye was
swelling. While she was down since there was no count, she stayed there
for several seconds trying to figure out what was going on. "Watch her
pattern" Ronnie said to her. As Heather got slowly to her feet, what he
was talking about clicked in. Christine had a definite pattern to what
she was doing. Two left jabs, right cross, left hook. This time Heather
took the jabs with her face again, but as Christine started the right
hook, Heather put up her left arm and blocked it. Christine had become
overconfident, so she was not ready when after the block, Heather stepped
in and drove her right fist straight into Christine's nose. It broke with
an audible crack that everyone present heard. Blood sprayed out.
Christine felt like someone was driving a twenty penny nail through her
face the pain was so bad. Heather then smashed her left fist into
Christine's eye, knocking her sideways. Heather shoved her into the
ropes. As the ropes sprung her back into the ring, Heather stepped in
again and buried her right fist in Christine's stomach. UUUUGGG!!
Christine couldn't breathe as the powerful punch took away all of her
wind. She dropped to her knees. Heather entwined her left hand in
Christine's hair and turned her face upward. WHAM!! A savage punch just
under her left eye. A huge mouse immediately began to form and change
color. Heather switched hands, WHAM!! a similar treatment for the other
eye with the same results. Switch hands again. POOW!! A smashing right
directly into Christine's mouth. Blood began to pour from her ripped lip.
Now Heather did something totally unexpected. She tilted Christine's head
up again, and leaned down. She planted a fierce kiss directly on
Christine's bloody mouth. She pushed her tongue into Christine's mouth.
Heather could feel herself responding. She broke the kiss. She held out
her bloody fist and commanded Christine to kiss it, which reluctantly she
did, hoping to avoid further punishment. Next Heather bent her knees, and
CRAAKK!! an up from the floor uppercut with all of her considerable
strength and power behind it. Christine flew over back wards, out cold
once again because of Heather's savage fists. Heather stood over her
briefly but Christine was definitely out. Heather turned to the cameras
and flexed her big biceps, the veins in them clearly visible. Then she
sat with her pussy directly on Christine's battered face and began to
gyrate. He orgasm hit very quickly. She didn't realize how horny fighting
made her until right now. Then she leaped to her feet, flexed again and
went to her dressing room to clean up. "Great video!" was the consensus
from both taping companies. They had hired a doctor to be on hand and he
was kneeling over Christine, trying to bring her around. "Her beating was
pretty brutal, but she has no permanent damage. Nothing broken except her
nose which we can fix. Lots of bruises, but they will heal in two or
three weeks, then she should be as good as new." He said. "My God, does
this go on all the time?" He was quickly assured that this real fight was
an exception that the rest of their action was staged and no one ever got
hurt. The doctor seemed relieved to learn this. Christine was now sitting
up in the ring. The mouse under her left eye was as big as an egg and her
nose seemed to be spread all over her face. Ice was quickly applied to
her face to help contain the swelling and bruising. Heather, now showered
and dressed walked in moving like a big cat, her muscles flexing and
releasing with each step. "I let her off easy, this time but if there is
a next time I'll break her face" Heather said to J.N. Rollo and Ronnie
Novack. "I hope this sells a ton but we can discuss money some other
time. Right now you need to clean up that pile of shit on the floor." she
nodded her head toward Christine, still on the floor moaning. "Call me"
she said and went out the door.
Several weeks later, Heather's phone rang. It was Christine. "Don't get
angry, I certainly don't want to fight you again. Two fights and two
knockouts are enough for me." Heather replied, "Well, what is it that you
want?" Christine-"I can't get that kiss you forced on me out of my mind.
I have to see you" Heather smiled. She had all forgotten about that, but
now the memory flooded back. She remembered that she had been stimulated
by it also. Even in the heat of battle she had been sexually stimulated
by that kiss, which she now thought was why she had beaten Christine so
cruelly. Sex and violence always is a potent combination. "Okay, you can
come over." Heather told her. A short while later there was a knock at
the door. Heather took a quick look through the peephole and saw
Christine there. She opened the door. Christine still bore some of the
marks of their fight. Her nose had obviously been set again, but she
still had the remnants of the bruises on her face that even make-up could
not completely obscure. Heather felt a strange twitching in her nether
region as she looked at those bruises. She stepped aside and allowed
Christine to enter. The women just stared intently at each other for a
few minutes. Heather stepped forward and tentatively put her hand on
Christine's face and ran it gently over the remaining bruises. Then she
took Christine's face between her hands and placed a long, lingering kiss
on her lips. The women began to grope each other. Heather steered them
toward the bed room. They began to shed their clothes. Heather pushed
Christine onto the bed. She sat on Christine's chest and the hovered her
wet pussy just over Christine's face. Christine raised her head up and
began to lick. Heather shuddered with pleasure as an orgasm began to
build. Christine worked quickly and smoothly. Soon Heather exploded with
a shattering orgasm. She slumped down on the bed. Both women were
motionless for several minutes. Then Heather rolled over and placed her
head between Christine's legs. She moved her face up to Christine's now
sopping pussy. Heather returned the favor and began to service Christine.
Christine didn't last very long, she erupted very quickly. Now both of
them lay on the bed, exhausted. "We might never be friends, but we sure
have to do this again." Christine said. "I guess this means that we are
bisexual" Heather said, "Because I sure want to do it again also" Now the
two women who had so recently been battering each other shared another
kiss. They took a fast shower and Christine left.
Their video became a monster in the fetish market. So did Heather.
Everything she did turned to money. Sessions, videos, and website. She
even thought about taking acting lessons and trying to break in to the
mainstream film market. But she just could not be happy. The thoughts of
being jilted kept popping up in her mind. Then she hit upon the idea of
getting revenge on the roaming romeos who were traveling. She trained
even harder. She enlisted a martial arts and boxing instructor. Her fine
natural fighting skills began to get even better. The first time she
tried her new ploy it worked like a charm. She picked up a man in a bar,
went to his hotel room and proceeded to beat the crap out of him. The
last thing she did before leaving his room was pick up the phone with a
towel and dial 911. She heard the sirens approaching as she left the
hotel. She had worn an auburn wig for this encounter. She then repeated
it in about a month. She decided that she would always dress differently
each time and wear a different wig to cover that short blonde hair, so no
two descriptions of the attacker would be the same. Sometimes she would
wear heels and other times flats, so that even her height would be
reported differently. Now she was trolling for her tenth victim. Heather
knew that she could not keep doing this indefinitely, so she had made the
decision that the tenth would be the last. That is how she came to be
sitting at the bar in the Ritz Carlton sipping wine. She pretended to be
listening intently to Bert Loffman as he talked, but her mind was
spinning. She was making her own plans for the evening even as Bert
continued to chat her up with his well used pick-up lines. Heather
finally agreed to leave with him and go to his hotel suite, up on the
thirty third floor. Bert was grinning from ear to ear as they left.
As they stepped into the elevator, Heather leaned into him allowing her
breasts to rub against Bert. "This is going to be a fantastic night for
both of us" Bert said. Heather just gave him a knowing smile. "I promise
this is a night you will remember the rest of your life" she purred at
him. They reached Bert's floor and got out. Bert opened the door and as
they entered his suite, he locked all of the locks after hanging out the
do not disturb sign. It was a huge suite. Bert evidently was financially
well off to afford a suite like this. It had a huge living room, a small
kitchen and a large bed room. Bert asked Heather is she would like
another glass of wine. She said yes, so he went over to the bar where he
had a bottle already chilled. "It is Chardonnay, I hope you don't mind.
Heather didn't mind because she had not come there to drink wine. She
turned her back toward Bert and closed the drapes to the living room.
Bert came up behind her. He placed the two glasses of wine on the coffee
table and reached out an took Heather by her left shoulder. As he started
to pull her around to kiss her, Heather spun around, generating momentum
with her entire body. She buried her fist in Bert's belly. He gasped for
air, gagging, and dropped to his knees. "This is not what you thought you
were going to get, is it sweetie?" Heather asked him. Bert was gasping
for air and couldn't respond. Heather cupped his chin in her hand and
tilted his head upward. WHAP!!! She smashed her fist into his face, just
under his eye. Bert howled in pain and fell over on his back. Heather
pulled him to his feet by his hair and blasted a straight right that
broke his nose with a loud crack. Blood sprayed everywhere. Bert went
down again. "You broke my nose" he said in disbelief as blood ran out of
his busted beak. "A broken nose is easy to fix." Heather told him. "I'm
going to break your jaw and knock out some of your teeth. You should be
worried a lot more about that". Heather calmly got him to his feet and
SMASH!! A roundhouse right exploded on his jaw. Bert went down again,
this time not moving. "Damn!" Heather growled. "He's out like a light"
She sat down and picked up a glass of the wine that Bert had brought in
for them to drink. Several minutes went by and just as she was finishing
the first glass, Bert began to stir. "Welcome back" Heather smiled at
him. "Why are you doing this?" Bert mumbled out of his swollen face.
"Just because I can" she answered. "And because I want to. I love doing
this to assholes like you, especially if I can make you beg." she
continued. "I know that your are married, but here you were, trying to
score in the hotel bar, so this is what you get". "Please stop," He
pleaded. Heather laughed, a short humorless laugh. "Listen to you! Please
stop??" "Yes, I can't take anymore. Please, please stop." " No chance!"
Heather snarled. "You deserve this and I"m just the woman to make sure
that you get everything that is coming to you." She had gotten him back
on his feet while she was talking. THUD!! she gutted him viciously, this
time at least part of his dinner came up as his poor stomach had taken
more abuse than he could handle. Heather straightened him up with a
half-strength uppercut and then shoved him against the wall. She held him
up with her left hand against his chest. She ripped several more savage
punches into his ravaged belly, each one harder than the next. Her hard
fist turned his gut to mush she she hammered over and over again. Bert
was gagging, but nothing was left to come up. Then Heather began snapping
short, hooking punches to his face, whipping his head back and forth.
Blood and teeth flew out of his mouth as her fist turned his face into
something unrecognizable. Heather stepped back and brought her fist up
from the floor in a brutal full strength uppercut. This one hit like a
guided missile and Bert lifted up off the floor. His head banged into the
wall and he slowly slid down to a sitting position. Heather knew he was
out, and at the angle his jaw was hanging it had to be broken just as she
had promised. She shoved him over with her foot. She sat down and slowly
drank the other glass of wine, tipping her glass toward the unconscious
Bert in a silent, mocking toast. She took a towel from her bag, and began
to wipe down everything she had touched, except Bert, that is. All
evidence that she had ever been in that room was destroyed. She felt like
she had been avenged. She vowed not to do this again, but deep down
inside she knew that she would. She took one last look at the battered
features of Bert that was the result of her brutal fists and left. As she
was walking down the hall on her way to the back stairs (she would never
use the elevator after one of these episodes) Her cell phone rang. It was
Ronnie offering her work in a custom video for which he hand just
received an order. "You will never believe the scenario" he said. "It's
about a girl who picks up men in bars and goes with them to where they
are staying be their house or a hotel room if it is an out of towner.
Then she beats the crap out of them just for the hell of it" "Good story"
Heather responded with a grin. "I'll do it, when do we start shooting?"
The end
