By DARK CLOUD

"Julie Duncan’s so full of herself, isn’t she?"

Shane mumbled an indecipherable reply.

"Don’t you think?"

Damn, he was going to have to answer.

"I guess so. I don’t know, she’s just like that, she’s nice, really."

Shane found it difficult to agree with his girlfriend Susan for a few reasons. Firstly, he suspected Susan was just plain jealous. At the party they were travelling home from Julie had been the life and soul of the thing, singing, getting in the mood, chatting to everyone, just being a real party girl while Susan had been her usual reserved self. No blame on her, that was just her way but she should accept other people are different, Shane thought. Second reason was that Julie was a really pretty girl and liked to dress sexy, hence at the part she had been showing a fair bit of cleavage and when ever she bent over you got a nice view of the tattoo on her lower back and the top of her g-string, not something that would please Susan at all, especially when she caught Shane looking. But third, and he guessed most important, Susan reckoned that he fancied Julie and would drop her like a shot if the chance arose. It wouldn’t, Julie was way out of his league but she was right, Shane would give his right arm to fuck Julie Duncan and always was nice and chatty to her at their mutual friends parties. But this was the first time he realised the depth of feeling Susan had towards her.

The two girls were just polar opposites. Julie was friendly, outgoing and vivacious. She was 5’6", had long light brown hair, a sexy as hell body and cute face. Susan was a couple of years older than Julie at 25, had straight blonde hair and was a bot plain to look at, but had a nice figure. But she was always scowling or moaning about something or other and never seemed happy with life. Shane had know Julie as a friend for a few years before he started dating Susan and had sensed it would be trouble due to Susan. It was.

That party was just the start. After that Susan was moaning to Shane constantly whenever Julie’s name came up or they were at the same parties (and they had a big circle of friends so they were quite often). Shane tried to downplay things, but the more he did that the more annoyed Susan got that he was taking Julie’s side and just hated her all the more. Things boiled over one night on a hen party for a mutual friend, Louise. The girls were all out on the town, having a few drinks and enjoying themselves – all except Susan who had a sour face on her and was wishing she was anywhere else right then, she was sick of Julie’s jokes and drinking games and by now the very sight of her was winding her up. About the only thing the two girls had in common as that they both smoked and it must have been fate that the two of them ended up outside the club they were in, in an alleyway having a smoke at the same time. Susan had been there first and her face sank when she saw who was coming out to join her in the cold October night.

"You got a light, babe?"

Was Julie’s query, seemingly oblivious to the fact Susan hated being called names like that and hated her in particular. Begrudgingly Susan dug in her handbag for her lighter and made to hand it to the other girl but Julie already had the cigarette in her mouth and obviously expected Susan to light it for her! That was just too much but just as the words "Fuck off you bitch" were on the tip of her tongue she had a better idea. She acted like it was fine and held out the lighter and just at the most inopportune moment ‘stumbled’ forward and ended up igniting the flame when it was past Julie’s cigarette and for a few excruciating moments it licked against Julie’s chin. The howl that Julie gave at the sudden burst of pain and the hopping about she did was too much for Susan and at last she laughed out loud ( the drinks she had consumed not helping either) much to Julie’s consternation.

"Ouch! What the fuck are you laughing at? That was bloody sore! You bitch you did it on purpose, didn’t you?"

Now sane people having got their little bit of fun would have apologised said it was a mistake and someone like Julie would have let them off with it. Not Susan. Here was her moment to vent her true feelings and she did not hold back.

"Fuck off you stuck up cunt! You swan around there like your shit doesn’t stink, you think you are so special just because you flash your tits and ass at any man with a heartbeat. Yeah I did it on purpose! So fucking what? What are you going to do about it bitch?"

"This!"

With that Julie dropped her unlit cigarette and charged at Susan, grabbing Susan’s hair in one hand and reaching her other for her throat. Susan had not expected Julie to attack her like this and was somewhat taken aback but did not take long to realise she would have to fight back and while Julie tried to pull at her hair Susan was not above fighting nasty and drove her knee up and straight between Julie’s legs, crashing into her pussy.

Julie instantly let go and staggered back in the alley, winded. She looked up to remonstrate with Susan but all she saw was a face twisted by hatred, there would be no reasoning with her tonight. She balled her hand into a fist and slammed it into the side of Julie’s head, knocking her to the wet cobbles below and only then realised the cigarette in her own mouth was still there but all crushed. Very deliberately Susan removed it and bent down and cruelly stubbed it out on Julie’s left cheek.

With that Susan stepped over her foe and made to head towards the end of the alley to hail a taxi but she had underestimated Julie’s strength. As Susan stepped over her she reached up and hooked her trailing leg and with a fierce yank brought Susan crashing down, face first into a puddle and the hard cobbles beneath. Julie went to keep fit classes and she was getting her breath back quickly but she was determined to make Susan pay. God, she couldn’t believe that she had wasted the effort to try and be nice to Shane’s girlfriend.

She jumped on Susan’s back, not caring that the move brought a rip from her own mini skirt that seemed to indicate its demise, straddled the blondes back and grabbed a hold of the hair at the back of her head. She pulled her face up out of the shallow puddle spluttering and dazed before smashing the face down again with anger. She did it again and again, each time spitting out a word.

"You. Fucking. Cow. Let’s. See. How. You. Like. It!"

With her anger somewhat vented she dragged Susan by the hair from the puddle and half dragged / half pulled her stumbling to her feet and pushed her across the alleyway to collide noisily with a great metal dumpster. She hesitated for a moment to see what state Susan was in, the blonde’s hair was a soaking mess, hanging tangled over her face and she held her hands to her head as she leaned unsteadily against the bin.

"See! You’re fucking nothing! You just stay out of my way bitch or I’ll really hurt you!"

Susan’s face was aching from being pounded into the ground and she was livid that she had discounted Julie so easily, all she was doing as she stood there breathing hard was waiting her chance. As Julie was bawling at her she went for it, lowering her head and barrelling across the alley at her, Julie saw the move coming and tried to avoid it but could only half manage it – Susan crashing into her left flank, sending both girls spinning to the ground.

They were a tangle of legs and arms and clothes for a few moments as the pair of them tried to sort themselves out to launch their next attack or defence. As they sprawled Susan played dirty again, reaching out and clawing her long fingernails at Julie’s face, scratching her already burnt cheek. But Julie was through giving Susan a chance and lashed out with her feet, kicking her heels at Susan and catching her in the thigh and gut. This gave Julie the advantage and she took it, again jumping atop a downed Susan, this time sitting atop her chest. Susan was cursing and spitting but Julie was too well positioned and this time rather than speak she let her actions do the talking, raining down a series of stinging slaps to Susan’ s unprotected face until her own arms tired of delivering the blows.

She sat atop Susan and caught her own breath as Susan moaned and whimpered at the beating and it was as Julie slid off her torso that Susan’s wet top ripped and came away from her body, revealing a decent pair of tits. Decent but infinitely smaller and less well formed than Julie’s. Julie gave a near deranged laugh and slapped Susan’s exposed tits.

"God no wonder you are jealous of me, your ugly and have not tits. You got nothing going for you bitch, do you?"

Appalled and angered Susan struggled violently to get Julie off her, bucking her legs and hips to try and shift her but it was no use. But in her thrashing Susan did manage to get hold of one of Julie’s long, expensive ear-rings and once she felt it in her fingers she had no qualms about callously ripping it off!

It was Julie’s turn to howl now and to reach a hand up to cup her pained ear lobe and cringe as she felt drops of blood on her hand. Susan realised that with Julie distracted this was her chance and she once again bucked her hips hard, this time with success, Julie spilling on her side as Susan reared up. As Julie held her ear and winced (and scrambled to get the discarded, expensive earring) Susan saw her moment and without thinking acted. Scrambling to her feet she kicked Julie in the chest and then as Julie fell over she kicked her again, this time right in the pussy. Julie howled like a wounded animal and rolled into a foetal position as Susan regained her strength and stood over her cursing her for all she was worth and spitting on her. As she raged at her foe the remnant of her top fell from her arms, leaving her topless. This just served to anger her further and after throwing several more (largely ineffectual) kicks at the downed Julie she reached down and forcefully hauled off Julie’s skimpy top too.

Looking down at the bitches much bigger breasts just angered her more though and still holding the top in her hands she wrung it in her hands with frustration. Julie made to roll over on to her front and try to crawl away to recover but that was worst thing she could have done as it exposed her unprotected neck and shoulders to Susan and she instinctively looped the top around Julie’s neck, sat down on her back and began to choke her with it.

Susan was deranged. All her repressed and pent up anger at frustration, not just at Julie but a women like Julie, better looking, bigger breasted women came out in that poorly lit alley. Her face was flushed itself with her exertions as she tightened her strangle hold on the bitch she had despised secretly for so long. Still that was a better colour than Julie's face was right then, as the thin material of her own top bit into her flesh she was turning a vivid purple colour and she could actually feel herself starting to lose consciousness.

Julie knew this was bad, she had to act quickly or she would pass out and who knew if this mad bitch might have totally flipped and not relent once that happened? She forced her mind to concentrate, ignored the pain in her pussy where it had been hit and strove for a solution. She saw it right in front of her. There on the cobbles by her face was the gold lighter that had started the fight, Susan had dropped it when Julie had first gone for her and it had lain there since. The only thing going for Julie right then was that her hands were free and she somehow managed to reach forward to grab the lighter and swing it back awkwardly at Susan.

It wasn’t great contact but Julie felt the choke on her neck lessen so she kept swinging, desperately. As the hold lessened and Susan winced with each blow Julie was able to get a slightly better shot in and finally was able to swing back and smack the lighter against Susan’s face. It wasn’t a great shot but suddenly the pressure totally eased n her tortured neck, Susan gave off a shriek and was holding her mouth, it was in great pain and even then Susan realised that one of her teeth was broken, she could feel the jagged edge of the broken tooth digging into her tongue.

Susan reeled away in agony, the fight forgotten. But Julie was still too injured to do much other than lay there and try and get some much need air in her lungs. When she had some, but not nearly enough, she forced herself to her feet and approached Susan. Susan turned and opened her mouth to scream at Julie and Julie was able to see that she had actually broken one of Susan’s front, bottom teeth. She had no sympathy for her though and instead stepped forward and fired a full blown punch right onto Susan’s chin.

What an impact! Julie had got the blow just perfect, the full force of her rage and anger coupled with a good balance connecting with Susan’s unprotected chin. It actually lifted Susan off her feet and sent her slamming, back first into the stone wall behind her. Before she had started sliding down it Julie was at her again, this time her punch a wicked blow to Susan’s stomach that seemed to take any last fight out of her, but Julie was not finished yet. She held Susan by her hair so that she could not fall down in a heap on the ground and fired three more hard punches to Susan’s gut then as a final act of payback fired her knee up and into Susan’s pussy.

By this stage the blonde was crying. She was overmatched and beaten and had had all the wind knocked out of her by these savage blows. She could feel blood trickle from her mouth from her ruined tooth and tongue and knew she was finished. Finally Julie let her drop, slumping pathetically on her ass against the wall. Julie turned her back on her and retrieved her handbag from the ground where it had fallen and came across her packet of cigarettes. She lit one while making something of her ruined top (enough for her to re-enter the club and get her jacket at least) then walked back to her fallen foe. She stood over Susan and emptied the cigarettes over her head.

"There you go you dirty bitch, smoke on those!"

And with that she strutted back towards the club just as the rain started to come on. The other girls from their group were long gone, having thought both girls had moved on without them.

It was over for the night but it was far from being over…

Susan was embarrassed by what had happened and in the next week broke up with Shane without giving him the real story or reasons for it. She confided in no-one about what happened that night in the alley but someone found out. It was her big sister Barbara. They had a pretty turbulent relationship themselves, one minute hating the other and arguing the next ignoring each other but at the end of the day they were family and when Barbara saw the mess Susan’s face was she eventually bullied the truth of what happened out of her younger sister.

Barbara was 33, blonde like her sister but a much harder, nastier character. She was in the police but had no friends there either and was generally not a pleasant person, even though she was all right looking. She heard Susan’s story and something snapped inside her, she took what Julie had done as a personal insult and resolved there and then that there would be a reckoning for the bitch that had done this to a member of Barbara’s family.

For a week Barbara followed and observed Julie, watching her routine and sizing her up as an opponent. Barbara was nothing if not thorough, more dangerous for Julie was the fact she was also nasty and vindictive and not a little sadistic.

Barbara was a bitter, twisted, evil person. She did not really see others peoples opinion, only her own. In common with a lot of police personnel she thought the law of the land did not apply to herself, thought she was above it and that in this instance there was no reason not to take the law into her own hands. In saying that the night that she decided to carry out her revenge for her beaten sister she made sure to take her black balaclava with her so that she wouldn’t be recognised.

Barbara broke into Julie’s house while she knew Julie would be at the gym at her weekly fitness class. Breaking in was easy, Julie’s idea of home security nothing more than a Yale locked, easily picked. The intruder took pains to cover all signs of her entrance to the house and made her way stealthily upstairs carrying a small canvas holdall with some items she fancied she might use that night. Her hiding place decided on she sat on the upstairs hall carpet and primed herself for what was to come.

Around an hour and a half later she heard Julie’s car pull up in the drive outside the detached house, Barbara wasted no time in moving directly into the bathroom her open bag held tightly in her hand. It was a long narrow bath and the door opened inward so that she was able to stand in the bath and be standing right behind the door. As she heard keys at the lock downstairs she placed her bag on the bottom of the bath and withdrew her police issue truncheon. She was not messing about, that was for sure. From watching Julie she was fairly certain the girl would not shower at the gym, instead preferring to come home, undress then shower, whether she came to the bathroom dressed or undressed did not bother Barbara as she pulled the balaclava down over her features, leaving only her fierce blue eyes and hard set lips revealed. She stood still in the bath for at least five minutes, hardly daring to breathe as she listened to Julie moving about downstairs. She tensed her body further at the sound of ascending footsteps but they did not head straight for the bathroom. Instead Julie went to her bedroom and undressed completely, taking off her sweaty gym clothes and preparing for a long hot shower.

So it was that Julie moved into her bathroom unsuspecting and totally nude. Some kind of sixth sense struck her as she entered the bathroom and from the corner of her eye she caught a slight movement and that was all that saved her from the full brunt of Barbara’s attack. Still it connected hard enough, the truncheon swung viciously and powerfully by the black clad Barbara catching Julie on the side of her neck (it would have smashed against her head if she had not moved involuntarily) and knocking her forward onto her knees and face first onto the toilet bowl.

Julie was stunned and dazed, totally unprepared for being hit like that and knelt like that, her hands on the rim of the bowl as her mind tried to take in what had just happened. The altercation might have been over there and then had it not been for the fact that Julie’s legs were laid out behind her and actually keeping the bathroom door up against the half of the bath that Barbara had been hiding behind. This meant that Barbara had to manoeuvre her way down the bath and awkwardly clamber out to be on the carpet besides her prey. Julie was still reeling and Barbara flung her bag beside her and lifted out a pair of hand cuffs – she didn’t believe in giving Julie any chances!

Coming slowly to her senses and realising that she had been attacked Julie sensed that the rustle of metal the cuffs made would harbour no good news for her and she reacted instinctively. She lashed out blindly with arms and legs and reared up quickly (though it sent a shot of pain all up her left side from where she had been struck). It was enough to unbalance Barbara and she staggered backwards and though she tried to keep her balance she failed, falling on her ass in the hall outside the bathroom still keeping a tight hold on the cuffs and her truncheon. Julie turned around to face her attacker and looked at the intimidating figure dressed all in black, they weren’t that much bigger physically than herself but the black mask, black outfit, gloves and boots.

Seeing the menacing figure and finally realising that those were cuffs and club of some sort in her their hand, Julie quickly decided that taking on the intruder would not be a good idea and with as much spring as she could muster she got to her feet and attempted to close the door and lock herself in her own bathroom. It might not have been ideal but it would buy her time and maybe she could fit through the window, she thought. She might have made it too, if she hadn’t still been suffering the after effects of the truncheon to her head and neck, that slowed her up enough that Barbara was able to make it to her feet and very adroitly swing the truncheon again, this time cracking right across the knuckles of Julie’s left hand as she tried to shut the door. Immediately Julie let go of the door and shook her hand, thinking that some fingers were probably broken. That let Barbara charge into the door and send it flying back, catching Julie square on the face and sending her flying back on her ass on the bathroom floor. Barbara id right on top of her this time and delivers a kick right into Julie’s gut as she sits with her back to the toilet bowl.

I forgot to mention that Barbara is wearing special issue safety shoes with a steel toecap in them so that kick really had to hurt Julie. It obviously did as the naked homeowner let out a pained squeal and collapsed on her side holding her gut and trying to cry. If she was looking for mercy though she was all out of luck as the masked intruder reached down, ripped Julie to her knees by her beautiful long, brown hair and positively threw her through the open bathroom door and onto her face in the upstairs hallway. Barbara was right behind and dropped a vicious knee into the small of Julie’s unprotected back that forced Julie to arch her back in agony and allow Barbara to slip the length of the truncheon under her chin in perfect position to choke her.

Julie knows she is in a whole lot of trouble as the hard material is pulled hard into her throat. For the briefest moment she thinks back to her battle with Susan a couple of weeks ago but there is not the time for her to make the connection, if she knew it. Barbara is heavier than her, stronger than her, fully clothed and doesn’t have a throbbing head, broken fingers and a bruised stomach already, Julie fades pretty quickly and it was only sheer luck that saved her. Just as Barbara cinches in her choke even harder the front doorbell rings!

For a moment Barbara is torn in what to do, she is only seconds away from putting this little bitch out but at the same time the hall they are in leads down the stairs straight to the front door, if Julie made any noise the game could be up and Barbara sure cannot afford to be discovered here. Cursing under her breath she released the choke to carefully cup her hand over Julie’s gasping mouth so she can’t call out and begins to drag her forward an into the bedroom. The bell rings again as they make it into the bedroom and Barbara has to concentrate on silencing Julie.

Finally, whoever was at the door relented but Barbara was still a little worried and paranoid it had been a neighbour investigating the noise from next door. And sneaked a glance through the bedroom curtains to watch the departing figure, she risked a smile when she watched the woman (a friend of Julie’s) get into a car on the road and drive away. Right then she’d liked to have made some smart ass crack about Julie’s last hope disappearing but she can’t, firstly because she doesn’t want to give her voice away and perhaps more importantly because when she turns around Julie is no longer there!

"Shit!"

She panics and rushes from the bedroom but a quick search shows she’s not in the bathroom or the other bedroom and there’s no way the bitch could have made it downstairs, was there? This was really bad and Barbara was figuring she needed to get out of there quick when she spotted a movement down low and a foot hurriedly being pulled back under the bed in the main bedroom.

Julie had rolled under the bed when Barbara’s back was turned and tried to stay hidden despite the various aches and pains racking her body. Barbara did not let on immediately that she had located her foe and instead disappeared back to the bathroom and dropped her truncheon and cuffs back in her bag for later and withdrew something else from it. By the time she had made it back to the bedroom door it was just in time to see Julie emerging, her naked body covered in dust from below the bed clutching a hockey stick.

"You bastard, get the hell out of my house!" yelled Julie, summoning all her anger into her voice and holding the stick threateningly at the masked intruder.

But Barbara did not back down, instead she smiled as Julie came a bit closer brandishing the hockey stick and just as she was about to swing it at Barbara’s head for real Barbara raised up her right hand, aimed what was in it at Julie'’ face and press her finger down. Pepper spray shot out and caught Julie pretty well on her face. The effects were instantaneous as Julie immediately dropped the stick and raised her own hands to her face to protect it and try and wipe away the pain that had engulfed it. Barbara was through playing about and strode forward and brutally raised her knee right between Julie’s legs then reached down for the discarded hockey stick, put it between Julie’s legs and grabbed on to either side before lifting it up with maximum velocity. Julie was in a world of hurt and once again dropped to her back, this time having difficulty in whether to cover her injured face or her painful sex.

Barbara dropped the stick and plucked up her enemy cruelly by the hair, relishing the long strands that tore out as she wrenched it. She held Julie up to deliver three fierce uppercuts to her gut before stamping her boot down hard on both Julie’s bare feet, grinding the hard heel of her boot into Julie’s exposed toes. Then she linked the fingers of her right hand into those of Julie’s left (the ones she had been cracked over by the truncheon as she had tried in vain to close the door earlier) and sunk in a particularly nasty Greece – Roman knuckle lock. Julie’s grip was useless with her broken fingers and she screamed as Barbara squeezed and twisted them tortuously. When she finally relented Julie could do nothing but fall to her hands and knees, but that was no respite as because she was in the doorframe all Barbara had to do was slam the door shut to smack it against Julie’s head and pretty much knock her out.

With her victim down and out she retrieved the cuffs and put them on Julie’s wrists behind her back and sat her up awaiting her coming round, it didn’t take too long. Barbara grinned behind her mask as Julie came uncomfortably to, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. Cruelly she held the can of spray up again and enjoyed Julie’s pathetic efforts to shy away from it before holding her hair and firing the spray all over Julie’s exposed face. Her anguished squeals at that only increased as Barbara then took the truncheon and very deliberately smashed it full force into Julie’s mouth, if her sister was going to get a tooth broken then the bitch that had done it would be paid back in spades!

Julie was a bloody mess when Barbara departed, taking the cuffs with her but Julie was past the point of being able to do anything. Barbara tore out the telephone cable and used it to hog tie Julie’s wrists and ankles together ensuring she would have plenty of time to get clear before any alarm would be raised, and then disappeared into the night. And of course in the most delicious irony? Barbara was one of the officers that rushed the next morning to the scene of the crime where she made sure to get a ringside view of the mess she had made of Julie’s looks.