News had spread all over town about Barbara's fight with the motorcycle gang. The news paper even had a picture of her holding all of them in various holds until the police arrived. Above the picture was the bold headline, "BLACK BELT BARBARA BEATS BULLY'S." It was kind of embarrassing to her because she felt she was only doing the right thing by helping her friends. She didn't like being in the spot light. Now everyone in school wanted to be her friend. The cheerleaders and most popular girls that wouldn't have given her the time of day before, were being friendly and inviting her to all kinds of parties and events. Guys were asking her out on dates that hadn't even talked to her because she wasn't part of the elite "IN CROWD!" Other guys were following her around with looks of worship plastered on their faces. She felt very uncomfortable about the whole situation. It just didn't feel right.

She had made one good friend out of the whole mess, so it hadn't been all bad. Angie was a girl just like Barbara. She was pretty and had a very nice figure, but wasn't one of the popular girls at school because her folks didn't have much money. She lived in a Trailer Park, so she was shunned by the other girls as bad news. They never came right out and called her "Trailer Trash" but you could see in their faces that they thought of her that way. She had always been pleasant and nice when speaking to Barbara, but in general she had only spoken a few words at a time. "Hi, how are you, nice to see you, see you later," was about all she had said. She just wasn't one for long conversations. She knew what most of the other kids thought about her, so she was afraid to really try and make friends. Barbara had been one girl that had always treated her nice.

So when she read the news, she had to know all of the details. She thought it was the coolest thing she had ever heard. Pressed into being a loner by the way most kids treated her, she had plenty of time to dream. She always day dreamed about a knight in white shining armour, who would take her away from all of her troubles. Super hero's or heroine's were in her dreams too. People that helped others who were in need, even if they were poor or unpopular. Barbara fit that description. They soon became good friends. Angie was a Senior and two years older then Barbara, but that didn't matter. She had never had a best friend, and she liked Barbara very much, so the two year gap never bothered her at all. Since her and Barbara had become friends, she seemed happier and more relaxed. She had always looked sad and very unhappy to Barbara, so she was glad she had made her feel better by becoming her friend. The two girls were together all of the time, and shared all their secrets with one another. That's how Barbara found out about Angie's biggest secret.

Angie's Father had died a year ago, and hadn't left them any insurance money. Her Mother had been working two jobs to make ends meet, and try to give her daughter a reasonably comfortable life. But her Mother had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, and had to cut back on her working hours. It was operable, but they didn't have the money for it. Angie decided she had to do something to help her Mother out, so she done something she normally wouldn't have done in a million years. Unknown to her Mother, Angie took a job as a dancer in one of the clubs uptown. She wasn't a stripper, she just danced in a bikini and made pretty decent money. She had told her Mother that she was working for one of the rich families in town. That she was doing odd jobs, running errands, and baby sitting with their children. Her Mother believed her, and was grateful for the extra money she was bringing in.

She begged Barbara to never tell any of the kids at school, because they already treated her like she had the plague, and didn't want to give them more ammunition to throw in her face. Barbara agreed never to tell. She knew Angie was doing it out of love for her Mother, and that made her a Saint in Barbara's eyes. Assured that Barbara wouldn't tell, Angie went back to being happy and relaxed. Two months later, Angie's demeanor changed. She became a whole different person. She never wanted to talk anymore, wouldn't go anywhere, never smiled , and sometimes began crying for no reason at all. One day, Barbara cornered her and wouldn't leave her alone until she found out what was wrong with her. Angie finally broke down and told her the whole story. Three men had come into the club one night and gotten very drunk. As she was leaving to go home, they grabbed her in the parking lot.

They had been really drunk, so she had been able to fight them off and make it to her car and drive away. A few days later, someone had set fire to their trash. When Angie ran outside to put it out, she found their cat hanging from the fence by a piece of rope. Whom ever had set the fire had also killed their cat. The next weekend the men had shown up at the club again. One of them cornered her in the club and told her some very frightening things. The night she had gotten away from them, they had followed her home. The trash fire and dead cat she had found, was a warning to keep her mouth shut and do what they told her to do. Or the next time, the fire would be set in her trailer, and her Mother would be the one she found dead. Since then, every Saturday night after leaving the club, she had gone with them to a house somewhere and been raped by all three men. She couldn't tell the police, because her Mother would find out where she had been working, and her secret would soon be all over school.

"You don't know where this house is at?" "No, they always put a blind fold on me when I first get in their car. I do know that their names are Brett, Carl, and Gene, if they were using their own names. And they are big men with very bad dispositions. I didn't know what else to do, so I did what they told me to keep my Mother safe. I thought about telling you a couple of times, but if something went wrong and you got hurt, I couldn't have lived with that either." "Well I know now, and we have to do something about it before they stop playing their game. You realise that they will kill you to make sure you never tell anyone about this, once they get tired of raping you. They don't sound like the type of men that would leave witnesses around to identify them. This Saturday night, you go along with them like you have been. But I'll be following you so we can put a stop to these assholes, once and for all."

"Alright Barbara, what ever you say. But please be careful. These men are crazy and I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. Especially if you get hurt trying to help me keep my secret. It wouldn't be worth it to lose you as a friend." "Don't worry Angie, I can take care of myself, remember. And you'll never lose me as a friend. I promise." The two girls hugged each other and began making their plans. Saturday night arrived, and Barbara was parked outside the club. She wasn't old enough to get in, so she had to wait outside until Angie came out. A little after 1:00 A.M. Angie came out, flanked by three men. Barbara looked them over as they headed for their car. One guy was tall and weighed roughly 250 pounds. The second was a little shorter and was close to 220. The last guy was the smallest and probably only weighed around 190. They shoved Angie in the car and drove away.

Barbara stayed back at a safe distance so they wouldn't know they were being followed. They drove for about about 20 minutes, and finally pulled in the drive way of a house in the suburbs. The three men got out and dragged Angie inside. She was still wearing the blind fold when she entered the door. Barbara parked down the block and walked up to the house. All of the curtains were closed and the blinds were drawn down. She went to the back yard and found the back door open. She slipped inside. The back door led to a utility room. The kitchen was off from there, and Barbara could see that there wasn't anyone in there. She slipped into the kitchen and crept over to the doorway that looked like it led to the living room. Two of the men were sitting in the living room drinking a beer. The third must be in the bedroom with Angie, Barbara thought to herself.

She listened to their conversation for a few minutes, and concluded that the the smallest guy was Carl and the smallest of the two big men was Gene. Brett was the biggest man, and the one in the bedroom with Angie. Trying to decide how to approach the two men the easiest and safest way, was quickly taken out of her hands. Gene was getting up and coming to the kitchen to get two more beers. She was going to be discovered, so it was time to act. Safe or not, she had no other choice. Barbara flattened herself against the wall next to the kitchen door, and waited for Gene to come into view. He was still talking to Carl as he headed to the kitchen, so she could tell when he was about to step through the doorway. She slipped off her sandals and waited until the last second to attack. It came quickly. Gene was right at the doorway, and was still talking to Carl with his head turned in his direction. Just before he stepped through, Barbara struck. He was taken totally by surprise.

Barbara's 5 foot, 5 inch, 112 pound, firm fighting female body, went into action. Her fine looking right muscular leg, swung up in a half circle and connected with Gene's face in an arc kick.."WHAM!".. He stumbled back into the living room as he screamed out with pain and surprise. Carl, who was sitting in a chair with his back to the kitchen door, turned to see what Gene was yelling about. He seen Gene flying back through the doorway and said, "what the hell?" Gene landed on his ass and dropped the two empty beer bottles. Barbara charged through the door way with her black wavy hair flowing behind her, and sprinted at Carl. He leaped out of his chair and was reaching for a gun in the back of his jeans. Barbara was there before he could swing it around. A leaping front kick slammed into his chest.."WHAM!".. knocking him back several feet and forcing him to drop the gun. Barbara kicked it under the sofa.

Gene was rising to his feet and trying to pull a gun from his shoulder holster. A front hand spring, followed by a front flip, drove both of her bare feet into his chest.."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..he flew back and slammed into the wall, then slid down to the floor. She turned in time to dodge the punch that Carl was throwing at her pretty face. As his fist sailed over her head, a left of her own nailed him in the ribs.."SMACK!"..followed by a hard right to his mid section.."SMACK!".. he bent over from the pain and her elbow came crashing down on the back of his neck.."WHACK!".. he dropped to the floor in a daze. Gene had cleared his head and drawn his gun and was in the process of aiming it at her when the roundhouse kick from her flashing left leg swept it from his hand.."WHAM!".. it landed on the floor and slid under the China Cabinet in the corner, filled with models of antique cars..."WHAM!"..another roundhouse delivered by her muscular right leg, caught him on the chin. He slumped over moaning.

All the noise from the living room had attracted Brett's attention. The bedroom door flew open and he stood there trying to pull his pants back up as he yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE?" Angie, who was standing behind him in her bra and panties, run at him with both arms extended and shoved him out the door hard. Not prepared for it, and having his pants still down at his knees, made him fall flat on his face in the living room. Angie shut the bedroom door and locked it. Turning her back to the door, she slid down to the floor and covered her face with both hands. She prayed that Barbara would be alright when it was finished. If she wasn't, then Angie knew they would both be dead before the night was over. She began to cry, wishing she had never gotten herself and Barbara in this whole mess to begin with.

Brett was on his knees, trying to pull his pants up and get them fastened. He had put his gun on the dresser when he was in the bedroom, so he was without one. Just as he got them buttoned and began rising to his feet, Barbara was at his side. A lightening quick female leg was snapped forward and Barbara's heel caught Brett on the side of his head with a side kick.."WHAM!"..he slumped over on his right side, seeing stars floating around his head. Carl was back up and coming for her, and she seen Gene getting to his feet also. When Carl was in range, a spinning back kick slammed into his chest and sent him flying backwards.."WHAM!"..following him as his body flew through the air, she met Gene coming around his air borne body. A series of side kicks from a fine looking female leg, drove him back toward the wall.."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..he hit the wall.."SLAM!"..and slid to the floor again.

Brett had recovered and had made it to his feet. "Who the fuck are you, you little black haired bitch?" "My name is Barbara scum bag. And I'm here to stop you and your worthless buddies over there, from ever hurting anyone again. You messed up when you picked on one of my friends, and I'm going to make you pay for that mistake." "Why you crazy little bitch. You're the one that fucked up, because you'll never leave here alive. And that cunt in the bedroom has taken her last breath too." He fired a hard roundhouse right at Barbara, and she easily ducked under it. While in her crouch, she spun around extending her left leg, and kicked his legs out from under him.."WHACK!"..dumping him on his back. The muscles in her right leg rippled, as she slammed a side kick into the left side of his jaw, while he was sprawled out on the floor.."WHAM!".. A loud scream escaped his unhinged mouth, when his jaw crack and the pain shot through him. He lie there whimpering while holding his chin.

Carl was next to reach her, and tried a kick of his own between her legs as her back was to him. She sensed he was there and preformed a perfect back flip, before it reached her. Both of her bare feet landed hard.."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..one to his chest, and the other struck him flush in the face. His nose shattered and blood spurted everywhere. It also sent him tumbling backward as he screamed from the pain. Gene dodged around Carl's tumbling body and began throwing hay makers at Barbara with bone crunching power behind every swing. Her well toned, young feminine body, moved gracefully with the ballet and gymnastic training she had been through. Mixed with the defensive skills she had learned in Tae Kwon Do over the last ten years, none of his thunderous punches found their mark.

As she ducked under his last hard right roundhouse, she popped up on his right side and her well toned right leg swept around in an arc kick.."WHAM!"..it caught him on the temple and he spun completely around before collapsing to the floor on his face. Brett was on his feet and pure hatred filled his eyes. His broken jaw hurt like hell and he wanted to make the black headed bitch pay for making him feel pain. Preferably with her fucking life. The little flair out pleated, dark blue skirt was whirling around her shapely hips as she took three running steps before leaping in the air and turning her expert fighting body side ways. Her bent knee was quickly straightened out as her right feminine leg snapped forward in a side kick that had been practiced thousands of times. The edge of her battle tested bare foot landed on Brett's throat.."WHAM!".. knocking him off his feet and sent him flying back.

The back of his head crashed into the wall behind him.."SLAM!"..and he flopped to the the floor like a lifeless rag doll. His body jerked a couple of times with involuntary muscle spasms before it settled down, leaving him lying there unconscious. Barbara seen Gene on his hands and knees, trying to shake off the effects of her last kick and get to his feet. About six feet behind him, Carl had just stood up and was looking in her direction. A quick cart wheel, flashing her light blue panties at Carl, brought her just in front of the kneeling Gene. Her flexible smooth skinned right leg went straight up in the air until it was vertical with the floor. It came flashing down on the back of Gene's neck in a perfect axe kick.."WHAM!".. and sent him back to the floor on his face. He lie there moaning, unsure of where he was at.

A few steps took her to Carl, who was throwing a hard right cross. Her left arm swung up and blocked the punch, while the heel of her right hand slammed into his chin.."SMACK!"..snapping his head back. She grabbed his right arm with her left hand and threw her right arm under his left arm pit. Turning her slender hip into him, he sailed over her firm body to hit the floor hard on his back.."SLAM!".. Barbara had held on to his arm and pulled it straight up, as her strong right leg spun around it. The ball of her right bare foot smashed into his chin.."WHAM!"..and went on around to be planted firmly on the floor. It was followed by her left leg as her feminine body turned completely around his arm.."WHAM!"..the heel of her left bare foot, also connected with his chin, before it continued on around to be planted on the floor.

While she had performed this maneuver, her hands had also twisted his arm all the way around.."SNAP!"..his arm had been broken, and his shoulder had slipped out of it's socket. "AARRGGGHHHHHHH!" Carl screamed from the intense pain it caused him. She stepped around to his left, and dropped on his stomach with her knees. "WHAM!"..As the air escaped his lungs and his head came up from the floor, she chopped him in the throat with the edge of her right hand.."WHACK!"..unable to get his breath, his face turned purple and he passed out. Turning her head, she noticed Gene back on his hands and knees. He was again shaking his head to clear the cob webs so he could get to his feet and rejoin the fight. A large step with her left foot, brought her close enough to shoot a side kick to his left elbow. An audible.."CRACK!"..was plainly heard as his arm broke at the elbow joint. It was followed by a loud scream from Gene.."AARRGGGHHHHHH!"..as he slumped back to the floor.

Grabbing him by the hair, she hauled him up on his knees and applied a sleeper hold around his neck. He tried to break her hold with his good right arm, but her sleeper hold was to secure. His broken left arm also distracted him because any movement caused the pain to become much worse. Soon, his right arm dropped to his side as he lost the battle with her hold and went to sleep. She let his body collapse to the floor and looked in Brett's direction. Brett was on his feet and trying to get through the bedroom door to retrieve his gun. He was throwing his shoulder against the locked door, screaming at Angie that she was a dead bitch when he got his hands on her. Barbara strolled in his direction smiling. "It's your turn big mouth. your buddies decided to take a nap and sit the rest of this fight out." Brett looked around the room and seen his two men lying in the floor and not moving.

"Come on bitch, that Kung Fu shit doesn't scare me. I'm going to rip your fucking head off and shove it up your ass." Smiling, Barbara advanced on the big man with confident strides. Drawing back his large fist, Brett ran at her screaming out a loud rebel yell, hoping it would rattle her and force her into a mistake. Little did he know, that many of her sparing partners through the years had tried that same tactic, only to find out it failed miserably. Brett quickly found out, when her shapely right leg snapped forward and her bare foot damn near caved in his chest.."WHAM!"..It struck with the force of a kicking stallion and sent him sailing backwards through the air. He landed hard on his back and tumbled on over to his stomach. He was gasping, trying to get his breathing to return to normal as he climbed to his feet. Barbara went into action.

A series of side kicks drove him back to the wall.."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..his back slammed into it and he was totally defenseless against her next attack. His mighty arms were dangling at his sides, and his eyes were glassy and unable to focus on his enemy standing right in front of him. Another side kick to his stomach.."WHAM!"..dropped him to his knees, where he was completely helpless. Planting her left foot firmly on the floor, her finely tuned fighting feminine body, spun around with a huge roundhouse kick. Her right foot exploded against the side of his head.."WHAM!"..with devastating impact. She hadn't killed him, but she knew he was going to need medical attention for a very long time.

Assessing the situation, she knew it was over. She knocked on the door and told Angie it was safe to come out. The door flew open and Angie charged out and grabbed her in a big bear hug. "Oh Barbara, I was so scared you were going to get hurt or be killed. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to you." "It's alright Angie, I'm fine. Are you OK? Did he hurt you while he was in there?" "No, he didn't get the chance, thanks to you." "OK now listen, here's what were going to do. You take my car and go on home. I'll call the police and tell them I was abducted by these three, and brought here so they could rape me. Not knowing I knew martial arts and could protect myself, they didn't conceive me as a threat. So when they removed my blind fold and turned me loose, I defended myself and then called them. I won't mention you at all, and they won't either or they would be charged with multiple rapes. Your secret will still be safe."

Angie stood there crying. Barbara, you're the best friend a girl could ever have. I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you. You've saved me from the torture these three have put me through the last month. And from my Mother and the kids at school finding out what I've been doing. I owe you so much." "You don't owe me anything Angie. You were in trouble, and I was in a position to help. That's what friends do for friends. Now get out of here and go home. I'll see you tomorrow." "OK Barbara." Angie took her keys and left in her car. Barbara ripped the sleeve on her dark blue top and jerked off her flair out pleated skirt to make it look like they had done it. She picked up Brett's limp arm with both hands and smashed it against her jaw, making sure it had been hard enough to leave a bruise. Then she collected the three men and called the police.

About twenty minutes later, the police came busting through the door. Barbara was sitting on the sofa with the heads of Carl and Gene trapped between her muscular female legs. Brett was lying across her lap with his arms held in her hands, but it had been unnecessary because he still was sound asleep. They took her statement and hauled the three men off to jail, while one of the officers gave her a ride home She was on the front page of the news paper again and feeling uncomfortable about it. The whole town was treating her like a heroine, and lots of people were asking for her autograph. Martial Art dojos were after her to come and show their students some of her techniques. Spousal abuse and ladies self defense groups were clamoring to get her to speak at their meetings. And the Mayor wanted to meet with her again. She was back in the spot light and hating it.

Two good things did come out of the whole event. A week later she was informed that the three men had raped and killed a young girl in another state, and her folks had offered a $100,000 reward for their capture. Barbara gave the money to Angie for her Mother's operation and it had been successful. The other one was, that the popular girls had stopped inviting her anywhere, and the jocks had quit asking her out on dates. They had decided that to many bad things happened when Barbara was around, so it was much safer to let her be. Considering if you got on her bad side, they were absolutely right.