The worst beating ever…6 MONTHS LATER!!
Please read my story “The worst beating..ever” to understand the backstory of this. This picks up 6 months later.

It’s been 6 months since Danielle tortured me. I’ll never forget that night. I may never forget.
I still have nightmares. They are the same. I am thrown against the wall by Danielle; in a bikini looking perfect and beautiful and starts punching me over and over. I hear every punch land and can feel every blow strike my flesh. Uppercuts to my belly that double me over in agony, my face with hooks and crosses to make me bleed, uppercuts to my jaw to snap my head around and stun me, my breasts are punched over and over just to cause pain to me, usually her fist is grinded in just to make it worse. The last sickening punch is always to my belly, as Danielle orgasms the moment her perfectly thrown punch lands deep into my beaten and bruised organs and I fall to my knees doubled over beaten and gasping, the heat of my flesh in my hands feeling the sickening welt grow. Then, she brings my fiancée over and performs oral sex on him, telling him “Don’t you wish you had me and not this fat whore?” She then lays him down and fucks him, laughing at me. I try to get up and she punches me in the belly again then the face to knock me back down and helpless and then she makes him lick my blood off her fists. She forces me to watch him lovingly kiss her as she says “You know I am better, pig!! Your man knows I am better!! You’re nothing but a fat pig whore!! I’m going to fuck him until he loves me! He deserves better than you, he deserves me!!” He utters in sheer ecstasy “I love you, Danielle, you beautiful and sexy fighting machine” as he orgasms so hard he almost passes out. Danielle then makes me watch as he kisses her, my engagement ring on her hand as she cuddles on his chest with a look of utter joy that she has taken everything from me again. “He is mine whore!! His heart, his soul and even the baby we just made..MINE!! HAHAHAHHHAHAHA!!”
I wake up screaming and shaking, but then I am reminded I am ok. My fiancée knows what happened, and he says nothing but “I love you, Brielle” and takes me in his arms. He has dealt with me having nightmares of the beating from almost day 1. He took me when my nose and lip were repaired by cosmetic surgeons that he paid for himself. When the therapist said he should act like the fight really just happened and console and nurse me back to health, he did so with not a whimper of discontent. It became kind of a fun game as he would gently kiss and tend to where I was punched, and helped soothe my nerves. I swear, he has the patience of Jobe with me. No man would put up with this and ask for more, but he does. Maybe because he’s older, maybe he’s tired of being alone and so what if my self esteem is shot and I can’t be told I’m not a fat, disgusting pig. I just can’t get over the fact that I put him through Hell and every time I look in his eyes, all I see is unconditional and unwavering love for me, love I still tell the therapist I don’t deserve and am not good enough for.
We have been together since he caught me that night when I stumbled out of my apartment bloodied and battered and collapsed into him. He actually cried when he saw how beaten up I was, and with no pretense of anything but concern for my well being, took care of me while I healed. It took weeks for me to look normal again, and a couple surgeries on my nose and lip. I was so beaten up he couldn’t even kiss me, make love to me or touch me sexually for 2 months, even hugging me he had to do so gently at first with the bruises and broken blood vessels in my breasts. I remember when my Doctor said it was safe to do anything sexual again. I wouldn’t tell him because I was ashamed of how I looked nude. I didn’t have Danielle’s perfect body with the rock hard everything and the perfect breasts and the perfect ass and the perfect fists that beat me up, perfectly. I’d look at myself in the mirror nude and I cried, I felt ugly, scarred up. I was a disgusting fat pig, because Danielle said I was. He would tell me that he’d wait for me to be healed in every way, but he deserved someone beautiful who wasn’t a wimp who got beat up by a girl much smaller than I am, although Danielle punched like a pro fighter and I never had a chance against her sexy powerful fists. I tried to break up with him, and when I told him he deserved better than me, he said there was no one better. Guess he never saw Danielle nude, huh? I said “Please go, I don’t deserve you either.” He was heartbroken, he was in tears. I saw his pain, his hurt. This man has bent over backwards for me and at times I wouldn’t even let him hug me because I felt ugly and didn’t want to be touched. He said to me, voice cracking as his heart was breaking “Can I at least kiss you goodbye? I’ve never gotten to kiss you the entire time and I’ve waited to kiss you for 2 months. Please, just one kiss from you? I’ll leave you alone forever, I just want to know how it feels to kiss a woman as beautiful as you.” This man had waited 2 months and nursed me and coddled me and hell, I would call him crying from a nightmare I just had and he come over here and hold me. I was throwing away someone who would give his life to save mine and I didn’t deserve someone that good. Danielle does, she’s everything I am not. I turned away from him out of shame. Why doesn’t he get it? I’m just a fat, miserable whore whose more trouble than I am worth and can’t fight to save her life either. As I said “You don’t want me, I am fat and..
“I love you, Will you marry me?” as I turned around in shock there he was on bended knee with a ring that made Danielle’s look cheap. He’s proposing to me and all I’ve done is make him miserable!!! I’ve never kissed him or anything and he’s proposing. My God, I am such a stupid bitch, as this man is so in love with me he’s proposing to me without ever being pleasured by me. I cried instantly, as he put the ring on my finger, not even waiting for an answer. I look at this gorgeous ring, and I begin to feel like I earned this, not like Danielle who conned a dumbass into getting her a ring because other guys hit on her. He loves me, and wants me to be his forever, and my rejection would kill him. Then I realize my rejection would kill me. I embrace him and whisper “Oh yes, yes I will marry you!!” Him and I held each other crying, then he looked at me with a bit of a laugh and said “May I kiss my fiancée for the first time now?” I cried even harder, then I kissed him like he just got home from Iraq. Lovingly, deeply, I kissed him nonstop for several minutes savoring the love I felt exploding in me. I went from not wanting him to touch me to never wanting him not to ever again!! That night, I kissed, held, loved, touched and did everything to and with him. I felt like a virgin again and I was truly making love for the first time with a man who so appreciated me and what I was giving him, he couldn’t speak as he’d choke up every time. I woke up the next morning and laid in his arms for an hour, the only words said were “I love you.” When I told him I regretted not saying it to him before, he said “I don’t care, you’re saying it now and that’s all that matters.” This man put a ring on me before he ever kissed me, oh yes, he loves me. Anyone who would beg me for a kiss and propose marriage to me before I gave him his first kiss is the one man for me.
I was so happy, showing off my ring to my true friends. So what if he’s “not my type” or 21 years older and not the smoothest guy. Yeah, he’s a bit of a dork in a cute way and still shy around other woman but I am a Princess to him, he treats me like one daily. He even says his day can’t start until he kisses me and tells me “Good morning, my beautiful fiancée.” I was happy, he makes me feel beautiful, sexy and that I am important again. He even took me shopping for clothes and when I said “Does this dress make me look fat?” he coyly answered “The Colts are leading New England 17-7.” I would give him the look we women all know, he’d smile at me and go “Of course not.” I stood there smiling for the first time in months and went “You’re right, my ass does look fat in this dress.” He’d say “I didn’t say that. It doesn’t and I know better.” We’d laugh and I’d kiss him as I could finally joke about that. He never really had to tell me I was beautiful, his eyes did every time he looked at me and that spoke the loudest. He would walk with me holding hands because “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” He was territorial of me and with other guys it was annoying, with him it was endearing. I loved how he felt I was out of his league and he was the one blessed to be with me, if he only knew how blessed I felt to be with someone I could trust unconditionally and who wanted only for me to be completely happy. I’d tell him we were a league of our own and how thankful I was to have him. My self esteem had grown and I finally began to feel good about myself. Then came the Facebook post from Hell…
“See you got engaged to the old guy down the hall. He must be half blind. That’s ok, I’ll go fuck him and he’ll forget your name, you fat pig!!”
OMG!! There she is, DANIELLE!! In a flash my self esteem crumbles. Danielle is going to take him from me and there’s nothing I can do about it!! It’s every guy all over again, and the one man who thinks I am the prettier one she is going to steal from me! I began to sob, my heart breaking as he came over and asked me what was wrong. I recoiled from him and he read the post, saying “Oh my god, I wouldn’t fuck her with a borrowed dick. Block her immediately, she has no class whatsoever. What a cunt!!”
“Yes…you would. Every guy she meets wants her. She is so beautiful and sexy and you’ll leave me for her, I have no chance.” I begin to remove my ring, relegated to losing when he grabbed my hand angry but gently so as to not cause me any pain . “Don’t you DARE remove my ring from your hand! I am not going to leave you for her, and I am fucking insulted you think I would. I love you and only you and I am so hurt you’d think I’d give you up for that slut. She’s trying to get in your head and she did.” I was ashamed but still thought I may as well pick out lingerie for her when the next post made it worse..
“Oh yeah, and I’ll punch you bloody again as he watches. He probably gets off on seeing a catfight, so I’ll beat you bloody then fuck him while rubbing your blood on me for him to lick off. Ask him, you know he would love seeing me turn your fat belly into raw meat again! Isn’t that what he liked about you, being all beaten up?” I shuddered, remembering the beating when he said “She sucker punched you and you didn’t fight back. Why don’t you just kick her ass this time? She’s a god damn midget.”
“I…I can’t.” my voice quivering already defeated “She’s better at me at everything. I can’t compete. I…”
“Brielle, listen to yourself. Get angry, quit curling up in the fetal position in her presence. You’re stronger than this, and she has you convinced you’re nothing. I love you, you’re not inferior to her, but until you realize it you’ll never be happy and we can never be happy together. Don’t live like this, you’re not weak and worthless, you’re too good of a person to cower to some bully like her.” Facebook post three did it..
“I’m coming over now. God, I’ve never kissed an old guy before, but hey I am sure he’ll love it. Then I’ll punch you out while he watches. Then when I am sucking him off over your beaten ass I’ll make sure he shoots all over your bloody face. I can’t wait; I still masturbate to the thought of punching you and hearing you scream in agony and begging me to stop hurting your fat pig ass!” He goes “Are you going to take that or show her who the Queen is? My God baby, don’t let that little skank intimidate you any longer. ” I walk into my bedroom and put the bikini on I was wearing when she beat me senseless. It still has blood stains from where blood poured all over it that night. I saw her pull up out of the window in the nice new car some guy bought her because she pouted or batted her eyes at him. I walked over to my man and said “Go greet her” as I heard her knocking on his door. He walked over opening the door and went “Can I help you?” and there she was.
Damn, she is as hot as ever and wearing a trench coat she went “Can I come in?” He lets her in as I had walked out of the room already. She wastes no time and drops the trench coat wearing a camisole nightgown that fits her perfect body to perfection. God, she is gorgeous, why wouldn’t my man want to fuck her until it hurts. My lip begins to quiver as I expect him to just walk over and kiss her any second. She says to him “You need a real woman, and here I am.” She walks up to touch him, but he stops her. “I have one and am in love with Brielle and what you did to her that night was criminal and what you are doing now is just sick. You’ll whore yourself to me just to hurt her, and you have no reason to. She hasn’t said your name once in months and wants nothing to do with you.” Danielle smirks and goes “I get what I want and when I want it. Besides, the last time she stood up to me I rearranged her ugly face, remember? You held her up seeing blood everywhere and her fat stomach beaten in. Hell, I did her a favor and pounded inches off her fat ass.”
“You tried to mutilate her because she forgot to tell you how pretty you were once!!” my fiancée barks angrily. “I swear to God, if you weren’t a woman, I’d knock your head off. You better be thankful I am better than that.” Danielle, knowing she’ll again face no consequences for her actions, slaps my man across the face. With his size and strength, he barely felt it, but I felt the humiliation again. This time for letting another woman slap the man I am marrying. Hell, he’d half kill a man for just pinching my ass and I stood there and watched Danielle bitch slap him. He goes “Once again, be thankful you’re not a man.” Danielle arrogantly spits out “You like I rough, I’ll bet. Did that turn you on? Did thinking of me punching your girlfriend in the belly excite you? Watching her double over in pain and hold her hurting belly in her hands? I’ll bet it did. You should have heard the cries of pain when I slammed my fist deep into her belly, her ovaries exploding in pain and her uterus bruising and shaking. Hell, I did you a favor by destroying her ability to get pregnant so you’ll never have any ugly children to go with an ugly pig of a wife.” My fiancée, shaking like a leaf with tears in his eyes looked at her and went “She can still have children, no thanks to you. How dare you, you did that to her knowing her dream is to be a Mother and you couldn’t stand the thought of her getting to live that dream out. I swear to God, get out before I punch you in the face.” Danielle laughs, “Do it. Punch me! I dare you. Punch me like I punched Brielle. Make me scream in pain, and beg for mercy. Come on, big man, punch me in my sexy belly.” Danielle simulated being punched in the belly using her own fist, goading my fiancée to hit her. “Double me over in agony and make me fear I can’t have some ugly babies that no one will want to be around. Oh, and I’ll still let you fuck me, you can pretend I’m Brielle, except skinnier and sexier with my face all marked up and my stomach bruised and welted. I’ll even be bleeding for you. I’ll bet you got off on seeing her beaten up, and have jerked off to the thought of our fist fight!” Danielle grabs the man I will marry and reaches to kiss him. “Come on, kiss me, I won’t make you wait two months for my soft sexy lips, baby.” I stood listening to all this and finally, I snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t care if she beats me to death, he is mine and I am fighting for him, fuck it!! I stepped out in the living room more disgusted than mad. “Don’t you dare, you 2 cent slut!” I yell as she faces me and begins to walk slowly towards me. “Oh look, it’s my punching bag. Hey, fat ass, ready to be beaten down again? I see you even put your Get your ass kicked by Danielle bikini on. I am going to..”
“I spit in her face. I was so mad, maybe I should have punched her right then and there but I wanted to insult her. She casually wiped the spit off her face laughing slightly and clenched her fist. “I am really going to enjoy..OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!”
In a moment I’ll remember forever, my right fist lashed out and connected to her cheek and lip. The sound was gunshot loud, and the feel of my fist hitting her cheek brought a cathartic joy to me. Danielle went flying and flipped over the coffee table. Years of feeling inferior, and months of nightmares and surgeries and painkillers and praying the scars would heel lashed out in a punch for the ages. Landing on her back, she moaned as I looked at my fist, which was red from where it crashed into Danielle’s perfect face. That punch stung my fist and sent a shockwave through my arm but as she got up her lip was the one bleeding. I made her bleed. I looked at my soon to be husband and he looked so proud of me. He was proud of me!! “That one was for the slap, you cunt! Don’t you ever slap the man I love again, he’s mine!!” She got up slowly and a little unsteadily and spit out “You Fat fucking pig, I am going to kill you then fuck him senseless!!” “Go ahead and try it you two dollar midget slut.” My confidence growing by the second as she charged at me, and oh no, I’m not the one getting it this time.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I hear her scream as my right snapped to her nose as she ran at me. I had to make her nose bleed, and a trickle of blood came from her nose. She reached for her bloody, but still perfect nose. Remembering the times I daydreamed about this moment, and remembering her punching me in the belly to damage my reproductive organs permanently, I reared back and punched her in the belly with all my power. I heard the dull thud of my fist in her flesh as her mouth gapes. I repeat the punch with my left, again throwing it with everything I have, and again a dull thud and a shiver from Danielle. Her abdominals are so hard, it was as if I wasn’t hurting her at all. Danielle took a step back rubbing her belly, smirking. “My abs are rock hard, unlike yours you fat slut”, then threw a right cross at my face. Scared of her punches, I threw my left arm up in desperation and stopped it. I blocked it!! She looked at her fist stopped in mid air in shock and I with no hesitation punched her in the belly with my right again, an uppercut. Instead of a thud, a loud smack and I felt my fist sink into her like a pillow. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF” comes from her mouth and she stopped frozen, then I did it again but I threw everything into the punch, twisting my hips and driving my fist into her wide open belly and “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFF” explodes from her mouth. She doubles over, and clutches her belly, gasping, hurt. I did it!! I hurt her!! She’s helpless!! I stop and just look, there she is, she’s gotten the wind knocked out of her, it’s her belly that aches, and it’s her that’s doubled over in pain holding her sexy flat stomach that my fist just punched with vile intentions. I hear my man go “Knock the bitch out!!” I have never been so happy to do something for him ever, as I ball up my right fist and uppercut her right to the jaw. It hurt my fist, but for what I saw happen, I could have shattered my hand and been worth it. With a pained yelp and a loud “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHAA” Danielle’s head snaps up and she flies back her feet go out and she lands on her back, stunned!! My God, it looked like she slipped on ice her feet flew out so far!! I all but knocked her out!! I did it!! I did in seconds what took her several minutes. I kicked her ass!! Then, rage set in. I remember the beating, the fear her punches made me unable to have a baby. The pain I felt from two cosmetic surgeries on my broken nose and lip. The emotional toll this took on me. The sheer hell the man I love was put through by me and the nightmare of reliving the beating almost nightly rushed back to me and now it was her turn to be tortured. “Now, you fucking cunt! I am going to enjoy beating your face in!!
I go to mount her to beat her to death when my man stops me. “You won, it’s over.” I look at him enraged and scream “Let me go!!! I want to fucking kill her” mad and in tears as my man holds me back from beating her right to Hell. “No, you don’t. Trust me.” He moves me away from her and proceeds to pour cold water on Danielle’s face, snapping her out of her daze. She comes to and looks at me, and for the first time I see defeat in her eyes. My wonderful man goes “If I were you, I’d run for it or I will let her beat you to death.” Danielle gets up, her belly button reddened from my punches, which I’ll remember as much as losing my virginity. Looking embarrassed, she went “Why did you stop her? I beat her up so bad she needed cosmetic surgery, but she just knocks me down.” My man looks at her and goes “Brielle is a better person than you, and you now get to live with the fact that she didn’t need to do that to you and we are in love and together and you couldn’t do anything about it! Besides, why did you come here to take me from her? You don’t want me, you just wanted her unhappy. Why?”
Danielle stood there. “Because…because” then she began to sob and went “because I’m jealous of her, that’s why!! You love her and will do anything for her. I heard how you took care of her, how you proposed to her before you even kissed. You fell in love with her before you even fucked her, where guys fuck me then fall in love with my body and not me. No man has ever respected me or treated me as anything except a sex toy. Brielle, he’s right. You are better than me. I am a bitter, worthless bitch and I wanted you as bitter and unhappy as I am and it drove me nuts that he loves you in a way I’ll never be loved by anyone. I am sorry. I’ll go away forever, I’ll never bother you again.”
Crying, Danielle put her trench coat on and walked to the door. I ran over to her, spun her around and she cowered from me. Suddenly, the evil bitch who for years I waited on hand and foot and had beaten me so severely I’ll never forget the pain of the punches she could throw, was now a scared little girl who deep down wishes she had my life. She was crying “Go ahead, punch me out. I deserve it, beat me up. I deserve it, beat my slut ass bloody.” Danielle, looking ashamed of herself, lowered her hands as if to offer no resistance to my punches. She even lifted her chin, as if to present her jaw and cheeks to me, all but sacrificing herself. I raise my fist, and I don’t see the arrogant cunt who I had to kiss up to just so she’d be seen with me in public, I saw a lonely woman whose outer beauty hid the pain of never knowing love, and who knew she had wronged me and was willing to take her punishment in the form of my fists. I reared my fist back, looking into her defeated and helpless eyes as I began to recall the love I had for my best friend since 6th Grade. I began to cry as I lowered my fist, I couldn’t hurt her anymore; she was my best friend for years!! I couldn’t bring myself to punch her, instead I embraced her and told her I still loved her and I forgave her. Danielle began sobbing and for the first time, I heard humility and regret in her words. “I’m..so..sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for what I’ve done to you.” Her tears and regret was genuine and her voice quivering as she hugged me as we cried uncontrollably together. We looked up at each other and she cried harder, Danielle literally screaming “My God, forgive me. You’re the only true friend I’ve ever had and I did what I did to you out of pure spite and you’ve forgiven me for it. Brielle, I am so sorry, I am..so sorry!” Danielle was shaking and crying hysterically as I was. I embraced her harder, never wanting to cause her another ounce of pain again. My fiancée came over and embraced us both, whispering to me “This is why”. When we calmed down, I took her and gently wiped the blood off her face from my punches and cleaned her wounds. I didn’t do remotely the damage to her that she did to me but it didn’t matter. I was not proud of what I did to her, whether justified or not, I hurt my closest friend even if she did hurt me worse. Danielle was still beautiful and still everything men wanted, but now she had found inner beauty and learned what love and caring for someone else really is. Danielle may have broken me physically, but I broke her emotionally and that reunited us. I had my best friend back, and I never loved and cared for her more than I did that moment and for the first time she saw me as an equal. I was no longer her purse carrier or “wingman”, I was her friend, and she was grateful for the first time in her life I was there for her.
My wedding was perfect, I looked gorgeous and it was everything I imagined. I couldn’t have asked for a better day. Danielle was my maid of honor, and cried when we were pronounced husband and wife. I’ll never forget the night she beat me to a pulp, because that brought myself and my now husband together. Likewise, I’ll never forget the night I knocked her out, because that night gave me not only my dignity and self esteem back, but gave me back my best friend and someone I’ll have on my side forever. Danielle smiled as my husband’s drafted Best Man and her new boyfriend took her arm, she would tell me when I returned from our Honeymoon that they became engaged to be married the morning of my wedding also but that was my Day and she didn’t want to take anything away from my moment and that she could have hers when she got married, a show of unselfishness she never would have done before I stood up to her. She admitted he was different than the others; he respected her because she finally respected herself. I will happily be her Maid Of Honor and my Husband won’t be his best man, he’ll be too busy giving the bride away to him, the “Father Of The Bride” she never thought she would have, and an honor he will proudly do for Danielle. United forever by 2 fist fights that brought us pain, injuries, heartache and hatred, then showed us what love really was, a new respect from my best friend and a bond between us that can never and will never be broken. Oh, and let some bitch try to take one of our men from us, you don’t want to test us in a fist fight, we will mess you up bad!!!