Helen and Ben have been an item for a few months now. She thinks he is the sweetest and gentlest young man she has ever met. After getting over his shyness and fear of the brown haired, hazel eyed beauty, Ben is thoroughly happy they have found each other. Helen is beautiful and sexy, and a very understanding young woman. Unless you piss her off and get on her bad side. Then you better put as much distance between you and her as possible. With their backgrounds being so similar, the two young people just sort of gravitated towards each other. They both had endured abusive parents, and eventually ran away from home because of them. Helen only had to put up with mental and emotional abuse from her Mother, but it was enough to finally drive her away. Ben however, was exposed to physical abuse by his Father. The man got drunk every weekend and would beat his son to a pulp when he returned home.

Ben's Mother died in a car wreck when he was sixteen. He and his Mother were on their way home from shopping, and was hit broad side by a pick up truck. Ben came out of it without a scratch, but his Mother had died from extensive injuries. The truck had struck their car on the drivers side, and mangled her body pretty bad. Ben's Father started drinking heavily after that, and began to blame Ben for his wife's death. He beat the boy every time he got drunk, and thought about not having his wife around. Ben put up with it for a year, and finally ran away. Ben was now nineteen, and hadn't seen his Father in a little over two years. When Helen joined the group, he was drawn to her automatically. Their familiar story seemed to make them bond together easily. But it took Ben a while to come around. Especially after watching Helen dismantle Stony when she caught him cheating the gang. And hearing the girls describe the way she took apart the two motorcycle bums, made him a little afraid to approach her.

But Helen made the first move and convinced him she really was a caring and understanding young woman. Ben was glad she made the first move. He cares for her almost as much as he did his Mother. In fact, he's pretty sure he's in love with her. He doesn't know for sure, because he's never been in love before. But he believes if a person makes you feel so good when you're around them, and sad when you're not, then it must be love. And Helen feels the same way about Ben. Just having him near her, makes the pressures of living on the streets much more bearable. Plus he is so sweet and caring, he makes her feel good about herself. If she were to lose Ben, she doesn't think she would be able to cope as well as she does now. He gives her the confidence she needs to handle anything that comes her way. And he makes her feel important and loved. Helen would do anything for Ben. So when he needed someones help, she stepped up and proved it to him.

Ben was on his way back from the homeless shelter, after finishing the evening meal they serve. He was in the final group to eat, so most of the other kids had finished their meal and left. He and two of the girls were walking together, on their way back to camp. Helen had some business to take care of, so she didn't go to the shelter this time. The three were talking and not paying much attention to where they were going. Trouble stepped in their path. Before Ben knew what was happening, he was grabbed by the shoulder and spun around. After getting over being surprised, he looked into the angry face of his Father. "Well, well, look who we have here. If it isn't my son the thief." The big man said. Ben could smell the alcohol on his breath, and knew the man was pretty well on his way to being drunk. Which was a very bad time to run into him.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dad, so let me go." Ben replied. "Sure you do boy. You cleaned me out when you ran away in the middle of the night. I don't give a damn you left. In fact, I was glad I didn't have to look at you any longer. But all the shit you took is another story. You stole from me boy, and now you're going to pay for that." "Just what did I steal Dad, I only took what was mine." "That's where you're wrong boy, that was my stuff you took. The Television, Stereo, Video game, and that piece of shit car, I paid for. You took them when you left, so I say that's stealing." "You and Mom bought those things for me as Christmas and Birthday presents, so they were mine to take." The big mans face turned red with anger. "SLAP!" He slapped Ben and jerked him up to his face.

"Don't ever mention your Mother again boy. You're not fit to speak her name. I paid for those things, and you stole them when you left. Now you're going to pay for that. I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on you, and now I've got you. You're going to be sorry you stole from me Ben. But mainly, I'm going to give you the beating you deserve for getting your Mother killed. Now shut your mouth and come with me." The big man dragged the kicking and screaming boy down the alley. Ben was trying his best to get free, but his Father was just to big. The two girls took off running for camp. Hopefully, they could get some help and get back before Ben's Father hurt him to badly. But they were quite a ways from camp. It didn't look good.

The two girls ran into camp screaming their heads off. Helen and the others quickly hurried off to help Ben. They ran as fast as they could, but nearly forty five minutes had passed before they reached the alley. They found Ben lying by the trash dumpster, with his face and body badly beaten. They carefully carried him back to camp. He was in bad shape, but Helen and the other girls nursed him back to health. He was back on his feet in a little over a week. Ben's face and body healed pretty well, but he was emotionally scarred and depressed. Helen was fuming. Anyone that would do something like that to Ben, deserved a good beating. The more she thought about it, the madder she got. Finally, she cornered Ben and forced him to give her his Dad's address. "That Son of a Bitch needs a good beating, and I'm going to give him one. I want his address right now Ben." Ben shook his head, knowing he couldn't talk her out of it. He gave Helen the address.

Ben was worried about Helen because his Father was a pretty big man. He knew Helen could take care of herself, he had seen it first hand. But his Father was a steel worker, and had built up his body doing his job. And he was mean. Ben watched him beat up the neighbor and his brother one time, because their dog kept shitting in his yard. They were big men too, but his Father waded right through them. He was concerned for Helen, so he decided to go with her. If his Father still ran true to form, then he would usually be home on Thursday nights. By then he had drank up his money and had to wait for payday on Friday to start again. So Thursday evening, Helen and Ben started walking toward his home. Ben was still doing his best to talk her out of it, but Helen wouldn't listen. He finally gave up, and silently walked by her side. He prayed things would turn out alright. He couldn't stand the thought of Helen being hurt. He would do what he could to keep it from happening. Even if he received another bad beating.

Helen stood in front of the door and rang the bell. Ben stood to the side, so his Father couldn't see him if he peeked out. A few seconds later, the door opened. When the man opened the storm door to see what business a pretty young girl could possibly have with him, Helen raised her leg and kicked the man in the chest. "WHAM!" He stumbled back with a surprised look covering his face, and Helen strolled inside. Ben nervously followed her. The big mans 6 foot 3 inch, 236 pound solid body, shook with rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing you crazy little bitch?" Then he noticed Ben behind her. "And what the fuck are you doing in my house boy? Get the fuck out before I give you another good beating." "No asshole, you won't." Helen told him. Her 5 foot 5 inch, 119 pound female body stood straight and tall. "In fact, you're never going to touch him again. I'm here to make sure of that."

The big man chuckled. "Is that right? How do you think you're going to accomplish that little trick bitch?" "By giving you the worse beating of your life asshole. That's how." Helen replied. The big man burst out laughing at the defiant young girl. "You've got to be the dumbest cunt I've ever seen. Now get your stupid fucking ass out of my house, before I fuck you up and throw you out. And take that little bastard with you, or I'll kill him." Expecting this sort of reaction, Helen smiled as she walked toward him. "Make me big shot." The mans anger overflowed and he charged at Helen with murder in his eyes. "I warned you bitch. You should have listened. Now I'm going to rip you apart and beat him to death with one of your limbs." Helen calmly stood her ground, waiting for the irate man to get in range.

Not dreaming she knew how to throw a punch let alone fight, the big man was surprised when her fist met his on coming chin. "SMACK!" He stumbled back in shock. He quickly regained his composure and screamed as he went after her. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH!" His thick arms began firing punches like a crazy man. Every one designed to take her fucking head off. Helen easily danced around his wild attempts and waited for her chance to retaliate. It came when his right cross missed it's target, and left him wide open. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His eyes, mouth, and nose were in pain, and his stomach was sore from her accurate punches. He growled and went back at her, more determined then ever.

The big man was throwing hay makers with reckless abandon. If only one was to land, Helen would be out of the fight and in a great deal of pain. But his luck or his aim hadn't improved. Swaying and weaving her feminine body, Helen avoided every sledge hammer blow. He tired a little so she took over. "SMACK!" His nose shattered and he grunted in pain. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes were beginning to swell and hurting. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" She softened up his mid section a little more, and busted up his mouth. Going out of his mind for being so incompetent, the muscular male fighter threw everything he had at the female warrior.

Heavy handed punches with the power to knock her off of her feet and splinter her bones were delivered by the husky man. Keeping her cool, Helen waited for her chance, while evading all of his killer punches. Missing a mighty roundhouse left him slightly off balance and vulnerable. Helen took advantage of the mistake, and made him pay. "SMACK!" His eye was cut open. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks were swelling. "THUD!..THUD..SMACK.!" His stomach gave way and his mouth blew up like a balloon. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She bruised and marked up his chin and jaw, and sent the big man reeling back from her precise punching.

Ben was beginning to feel sympathy for his Father. He had been a decent man before his wife died, and he lost all sense of reality. He just couldn't cope with being alone, and Ben was the closet person to blame everything on. Ben loved his Mother too, and really missed her not being around. He knew it wasn't his fault she died, but he sometimes blamed himself. He felt he should have helped her in some way. But his Father hadn't given him the time to grieve over her death, by blaming it all on him. He felt sorry for the man. But that didn't excuse the beatings he had given him. He ran away to escape the torture his dad put him through, and was dealing with it fine. But when the man caught him on the streets and gave him another beating, his guilt returned. And being in this house, made it worse.

With fire in his eyes and hatred in his heart, the man went after Helen with a vengeance. Hard rights and lefts designed to crush the little bitch, were delivered by huge male arms. Punch after wrecking ball punch sailed at the female gladiator, in hopes of grinding her to dust. But his anger and bulky body, made his killer attempts easy to avoid. Helen patiently waited for her chance. Continuously missing, sapped the big mans energy quickly. As his punch count slowed, Helen waded in smiling. Her own offense was much more accurate. "SMACK!" She cut open the skin above his left eye. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks were rapidly swelling up. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" His mid section was turned to jello, and a large bruise appeared on his fore head.

Helen was thoroughly enjoying herself. The picture of poor Ben's battered face was stuck in her mind, and she wanted this asshole to feel the pain that Ben must have felt. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His other eye was cut open, and his black and blue face swelled further. The big man was stumbling around like he was drunk, so Helen kept up the pressure. His large male arms were drooping at his sides, and his thick legs were buckling with every female punch. "SMACK!" "It's very painful to receive a bad beating isn't it asshole?" "SMACK!" "But you deserve everything I'm giving you." "SMACK!" "I should beat you half to death for what you did to Ben." "SMACK!" "He's one of the sweetest young men I know." "SMACK!" "So consider this a warning you lousy bastard." "SMACK!" "Don't ever touch him again."

"SMACK!" "Because if you do." "SMACK!" "I'll return and finish the job." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" The big man dropped to his knees, and slumped over on his face at her feet. Helen picked up his muscular arms and stepped in the middle of his back with her foot. Applying pressure to the surf board hold, brought loud screams from the mans swollen mouth. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "What's the matter wimp, does this hurt? Well get used to the pain you bastard, because I'm just getting started. I helped nurse Ben back to health, so I know how much pain you inflicted on him. This is payback for that senseless beating, you son of a bitch. So scream some more." She pulled hard on his arms and got her wish. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Excellent. You obey real good boy. I like a man who makes me happy by doing what I tell him to." "LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!" "Now now. That's no way to talk to someone that can hurt you for being mouthy. Maybe you need a little more convincing to keep your mouth shut, and do what you're told." Helen twisted his arms outward until they were at the breaking point. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His scream made her smile. Helen worked on his arms until they would be useless to him for quite a while. His loud screams and obscenities had turned to whimpers by the time she dropped them to the floor. Having numb arms that were still in pain, he could offer little resistance when Helen wrapped his legs up with hers in a figure 4 leg lock. Resting back on her hands, she smiled as she looked him in the eyes.

"OK asshole, it's time to work on these big thick legs of yours. As you can see, my smooth tan legs are only about half the size of yours. But you're about to find out, they are very muscular and strong. So get ready to scream for me again wimp, because this is really going to hurt." Helen raised up on her hands and poured power to her gorgeous looking legs. She was rewarded with an ear piercing scream from the large man. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "MY..LEGS..MY..LEGS! YOU'RE..BREAKING..MY...LEGS!" "I told you it was going to hurt you pansy ass. Didn't you believe me?" "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "STOP! PLEASE..STOP! YOU'RE..KILLING..ME!" "Don't be so dramatic you pathetic weakling. I'm not going to kill you. But the thought of laying another finger on Ben will never enter your foolish mind again. I guarantee it, you bastard."

The poor mans legs were nearly ruined by the time she was finished torturing them. His loud screams were nothing but blubbering sounds, when she released them from their fleshy prison. His battered, swollen face was stained with the tears he had shed for at least fifteen minutes. Helen easily straddled his body, and pinned his useless arms to the floor with her knees. "Now for the finishing touch, you pathetic excuse for a man." She told the crying, beaten man. "Pl.please..no..m.more. I..g.give..up. You..w.win. I..w.won't..b.bother..Ben..ag.again.. I.. sw.sw.swear." "You're absolutely right, you won't. I'm going to make damn sure of it asshole. So shut your mouth if you want to keep some teeth to chew with." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Helen rearranged his face completely. The big man cried through it all, before he mercifully passed out.

When she was satisfied he would remember the bad beating, and be terrified of lifting a finger towards Ben again, Helen stopped. She rolled him over on his stomach and put his right arm in a hammerlock. After hauling his unconscious body up to it's knees and hooking his left arm with her left leg, she slapped the broken man awake. "Apologise to Ben you bastard. And if it doesn't sound sincere, I'll beat you for the rest of the night." "IS THAT CLEAR ASSHOLE?" Cupping his chin with her left hand, she held his head up to look Ben in the eyes. With large tears flowing down his mangled face, he blubbered out an apology to his son. Ben looked at Helen, and nodded for her to let his Father go. The broken man slumped to the floor on his battered face, and cried his eyes out. Helen stood near his head with her hands on her shapely hips, to give him final instructions.

"If you ever touch Ben again, I'll put you in the Hospital for a long, long time. Do you understand me you pathetic loser?" "Yes..yes. I..understand. Please. Don't..beat..me..anymore." "This is your only warning, so you better obey my commands. You'll be damn sorry If I have to return. So stay away from Ben." "THAT'S AN ORDER!" "Yes ma'am. I will." "Good boy. You'll find it's much healthier to mind me wimp. So remember that." "Lets go Ben. I think our work here is done." Ben took one last look at his Father, and walked out the door behind Helen. Ben was quiet as they walked back to camp. When he had it straight in his mind what he wanted to say, he looked at Helen and smiled.

"Thank you Helen for what you just did for me. I'm sure he will be to frightened to ever attack me again. I know this sounds stupid, but I feel sorry for my Dad. He was a decent man before Mom died. He just couldn't cope with her being dead, and I was the nearest one to blame. I miss her so much my self, but I couldn't talk to him about it. Every time I brought her up, he would go into a rage and beat on me. I really wish things could have been different." "I know you do Ben, and I feel sorry for you that it wasn't. But him beating on you wasn't the answer. And I swear, if he lays another hand on you, I'll kill him. You're the sweetest human being I know, and you didn't deserve to be treated like that. And as long as I'm around, no one will ever treat you like that again. I love you Ben, and I'll protect you forever."

Ben got a little misty eyed when she said that. He had loved Helen from the first minute he laid eyes on her. But he was to shy to say so, and was afraid of being rejected. "I'm glad you do Helen, because I love you with all my heart. You've just made me the happiest man alive." Tears ran down Helen's cheeks then. "Good. Then we are both happy. Lets hurry back to camp and celebrate." "What ever you say Helen, lets go."