Helen has been on the streets for three months now, and has become accustomed to the life. Lilly and the others have made her feel like family. She is happier then she has been in a long time. Life on the streets is hard, but you control your own destiny. No one makes you do anything you are uncomfortable with, and accepts you as you are without any questions. She hasn't missed her Mother or the old life she lived for one second. She has friends who care about her, and she for them. Helen would do anything for her new family. They all respect each other and get along beautifully. If you need someone to talk to, they are always there. And if you feel like being alone, they understand that too and give you some space. All in all, she is satisfied with how things have turned out.

She has even found herself a boyfriend in the group. Ben is nineteen, and the sweetest guy she has ever known. He ran away from home when he was sixteen too, because he was tired of his old man beating him when he came home drunk. Helen could relate to that, because of her Mothers drinking and constant badgering of her when she was at home. Helen had to make the first move, because Ben was a little shy. He was also slightly afraid of her and her fighting skills, after he watched her take Stony apart and send him packing. But she finally convinced him she was actually sweet and harmless. And she was, as long as you didn't mess with her new family, or lie and cheat on her. Then you were in deep shit, and had to face her angry hard fists. Ben stayed true and faithful, he was shy, not stupid.

Things were going well for the group. All the kids had made enough money to stay well fed and clothed. Some of that money was used to buy some hammers, nails, glue and wood clamps. The boys stole some plywood, two by fours, and tin sheeting from a construction job, and built the group a large crude shelter. Now they had a place to bed down in their sleeping bags, when the weather was wet and nasty. And it was used when lovers wanted some privacy. In fact, things were sailing along so smoothly, that Helen began to worry something might happen to change that. It was a good thing she did, because she was prepared for it when it happened. Two very tough motorcycle thugs were about to find out, it was painful and dangerous to fuck with Helen's little family. But of course, when they were confronted by a sixteen year old girl, they didn't believe her to be a threat. They soon realised the error of their ways.

It was Friday night, so the gang split up in their small groups to venture out and get the money they needed to survive. Helen led her four boys in one direction, while Lilly and Maria each took four boys and went different ways. The four older girls that sold sex for the money they contributed, went to their favorite part of town. Two boys were left behind to guard the camp. It started out as a typical Friday night, but was destined to end very differently from the others. Two motorcycle thugs were sitting outside the bar on their bikes, trying to think of something to do to make themselves some money. Bucky and Hawk were low life's. They had been kicked out of both motorcycle gangs they had been in, because of stealing from the gang. They were on their own and broke.

Bucky, who got his nickname because of his bucked teeth, was 6 foot, 3 inches tall, and weighed 283 pounds. His large beer belly stuck out over his belt, and was growling because it hadn't been fed in two days. His buddy Hawk, who wore his hair in a Mohawk, was 6 feet, 2 inches tall, and weighed 277 pounds. His beer belly was just as big as his buddies, and just as hungry. They were drinking their last beer and trying to figure out how to get some money to buy more beer and some food. A guy walked out of the bar and headed down the street. He was slightly wobbly from the alcohol he had consumed, and looked like an easy mark. Just as the two were about to get off their bikes and follow him, he was met at the corner by a pretty young girl. The two bikers watched as the young girl talked to the guy for a few minutes, and then led him down the street hanging on his arm. They decided to follow.

A block or so away, they saw the young girl lead him down an alley. The two bikers had reached that spot, in time to see four young boys taking his wallet out of his jeans. The man was lying on the ground and looked pretty beaten up. Hawk started down the alley to take the money from the boys, when Bucky stopped him. "Hang on man. I've seen that young chick before. I've got an idea that will make us some real cash." "She lives down under the big bridge where all the highways cross each other, with a bunch of homeless kids who live on the streets. If her and these boys are running this racket, then I'll bet you my bike the others are pulling some shit to make money too. Lets wait until they head back to their camp and meet up with the others. I've got a feeling they all will be loaded down with cash we can take from them."

They went back for their bikes and followed the kids at a distance. After the young girl and her male friends rolled one more guy, they headed for their camp. Bucky and Hawk were on their tail, with large grins on their ugly faces. It looked like they would have plenty of cash for beer and food in just a short while. Things were looking up for the two hoodlums. They left their bikes at the top of the path, and followed the kids under the bridge on foot. Bucky and Hawk got as close as they could, and hid themselves behind a concrete column to listen to the street kids conversation. One more group was still out, so they waited until they were all together. About ten minutes later, that group showed up. The two bikers heard one of the girls announce they had made almost three thousand dollars tonight. That's all Bucky and Hawk needed to hear. They went back for their bikes.

As the kids were laughing and congratulating each other, two motorcycles came roaring up to their camp. The two cycle bums herded the kids in a tight circle and climbed off of their bikes. The one in front was holding a gun. They collected all the money and would have gotten away scott free, but they made the big mistake of getting horny. The young girls in the group looked mighty fine, especially the one with the beautiful face and dark brown hair. Bucky picked up one of the hammers and handed it to Hawk. "All this fine young pussy has made me horny man. How about fucking a nice piece of ass before we split? You up for that good buddy?" "Yeah man, there is some fine looking young tail here. I wouldn't mind getting my dick wet with a few of them. It has been a while. What about these boys? What should we do with them while we have our fun?"

"That's why I gave you the hammer man. Take the boys down to that access door the city maintenance crews use to enter the sewer tunnels. Put them all inside and jam the claw of the hammer in the door to keep them in there. Then get your ass back here. We'll show these young bitches how real men fuck." The two thugs laughed as Hawk rounded up the boys and herded them down to the access door. "OK. All you bitches get inside your ugly shelter while we wait for Hawk to get back. I'll shoot the first one that gives me any trouble, so behave yourselves. Now move." The seven girls walked inside the shelter with Bucky close behind them. Six of the girls had frightened looks on their lovely faces, looking at the gun in Bucky's hand. Helen however, was trying to come up with a plan to get them all out of there safely.

Her family was in danger, so fear wasn't a feeling Helen could afford to have right now. Her mind remained cool and calm, as she pondered the problem and it's possible solutions. The immediate threat was the gun. If she could eliminate that, the danger to her and her family would be reduced considerably. They wouldn't be completely out of the woods, but would have a much better chance of surviving. By the time Hawk returned, she had formed a plan in her mind. Hoping it would work, she readied herself to put it into motion. She stepped up to Bucky with a large smile on her beautiful face. He looked gullible enough to fall for her plan. Using her feminine wiles, she began rubbing up and down his chest with her hands. His foolish grin, showed her he was under her spell and loved the attention she was giving him.

"It is so nice to finally have a good looking man that will know how to appreciate my talents. I'm sick and tired of messing with these little boys. They don't have a clue how to handle a real woman. But I bet you do handsome. Ohhhhh, and you're so strong too. I can feel the hard muscles in your manly chest. And look at those muscular arms you have. I can't wait to feel them crushing me to your strong body." The fool was putty in her hands as she rubbed his chest and large arms like he was the only man alive that counted. She had quickly learned to use her womanly charms on the streets, and she prayed they would get her family out of this horrible situation they were in. Bucky stood there with a foolish grin plastered on his face. Those magic hands of hers were really making him horny. This was more like it.

Helen slowly ran her left hand down his right arm, while staring in his eyes with passion. When she reached the end of his arm, she struck without warning. Grabbing the barrel of the pistol, she bent it down towards the floor. Her knee shot up into his balls with as much force as she could put behind it. "WHAM!" Bucky grunted in pain, and his hand holding the gun relaxed. Helen quickly took him by the shoulder and spun him around, sending him stumbling back into Hawk. She ripped the gun out of his hand and turned it on them. "If either one of you assholes move, I'll shoot you down like a dog." Bucky regained his balance and walked toward her grinning. "Go ahead and shoot you bitch, it ain't loaded. We ain't had bullets for that gun in months. Now I'm going to beat you half to death before I fuck you."

Helen threw the gun in the corner. "That suits me asshole. I need someone to help me get rid of the anger I'm feeling, and you're elected. So come and get the beating you deserve." Bucky grinned and let loose with a bevy of hard shots, to show the bitch she had fucked with the wrong person. Helen began to dance, and eluded everything he threw. When her chance came, she opened her own offense with a vengeance. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" His surprised body staggered back from her accurate punches. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"Bucky was trying to defend himself, but the bitch was so damn quick. By the time his fist reached the spot he was aiming at, her punch had already landed.

When Helen started hitting Bucky, the other six girls leaped on Hawk. They didn't know how to fight like she did, but almost seven hundred pounds of snarling angry females, was to much for Hawk to handle. They bore him to the floor with their weight, and kept him pinned there while Helen took care of Bucky. Bucky was so busy trying to defend himself, he never had a chance to attack. Female fists were digging into his body and ripping up his face at an alarming rate. He couldn't believe a girl could hit that hard, but the pain he was feeling was real. He had to do something fast, or this fight would be over and lost. Those hard fists were quickly sapping the strength from his large body.

"SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Helen kept him off balance and going backwards. She noticed the confused look on his rapidly swelling face, and wanted to keep it there. His hard body was breaking down with every punch that speared into it, and she was turning his ugly face into a bloody, swollen mess. She decided, that keeping the pressure on him was her best option. If he was on the defensive, he couldn't mount an attack. Helen took him apart piece by piece, like an expert craftsman at her best. Bucky was staggering around like a two year old just learning to walk. His muscular arms were useless against her precise female fists, and eventually dropped to his sides. His legs were buckling, while his head was continuously being battered unmercifully. And his hard body was sagging from the punishment it was taking.

Nearly out on his feet, Bucky never saw the punch coming that would put him to sleep for a long time. "SMMMACK!" Helen's right connected with his chin, and Bucky collapsed like a building being imploded by dynamite. His battered, swollen face struck the floor with a loud bang. His body hit so hard, it bounced before coming to rest at her feet. He was sleeping peacefully, and no longer a threat. Helen walked over to where the other girls had Hawk pinned to the floor. Her anger still flowed through her sexy female body, and she had another fucking male to vent it on. "Let the bastard up girls and go take care of sleeping beauty. This asshole has a good beating coming to him too. And I'm just the one to give it to him." "What ever you say Helen," the girls replied. "Give it to him good."

The girls climbed off of Hawk and pinned down the sleeping Bucky with their combined weight. Hawk rose to his feet with murder in his eyes. There was a few cuts and bruises on his face where the girls had got in some shots, but on the whole he was in peak fighting condition. "It's your turn to get a beating asshole. I'm going to beat you like I own you. You messed with my family wimp, and now you're going to pay for making that mistake." Like Bucky, Hawk didn't see a threat in front of him. Yes she had badly beaten Bucky and knocked him out, but she had kneed him in the balls first. She and Hawk were on even ground, and she didn't have an unfair advantage. So kicking her ass would be easy. After all, she was a fucking girl. She didn't stand a chance of beating him if they started out even.

Hawk plowed right in with massive blows winging at her from large muscular male arms. Big fists with the power to knock her fucking head from her shoulders, were thrown at the young female gladiator. Helen ducked and dodged, bobbed and weaved, and avoided all of his clumsy thunderous attempts. She waited with extreme patience, for her opportunity to strike back. Brute force was the way Hawk handled everything in his life. He beat up little kids when he was in grade school and took their lunch money away from them. He beat up boys when he was in high school and took their girlfriends away from them. Then he would beat the girlfriends if they didn't do what he told them to. The trend continued as he got older.

If someone had something he liked, he beat them up and took it. When he was short of money, he beat up some guy or girl and took their money. He was always careful to pick someone who would be easy to whip. A female, or a guy much smaller then he was. Not that he wasn't strong and tough by any means, he just didn't take any chances. This was one of those easy fights. At least, that's what he thought. "You're mine bitch. I'm going to rip your fucking head off and feed it to you. Then I'm going to rip you a new ass with my big fucking dick. And ole Bucky will probably kill you when he wakes up. So if you got any prayers to say, you better get to it." His large muscular arms went in motion, to carry out his threats. Hawk wasn't going to mess around.

Body damaging blows came flying at Helen, with wrecking ball power in both fists. Hawk threw punches in bunches, knowing sooner or later one of them would connect and drop the bitch to the floor. Rights and lefts of all types from all angles, were fiercely thrown at the female warrior. Helen kept her head, and waited for him to tire himself out. It didn't take long. Lack of food and sleep took it's toll on the huge muscular biker. After twenty hard thrown pile driving attempts, his punches turned weak and feeble. Concern showed on the big mans face, as his mighty strength waned. He hadn't landed a single blow, and his muscular arms felt like lead weights when he tried to lift them to continue. Helen smiled, and took it to him with authority.

"That was pathetic wimp. Let me show you how it's done. You don't have to worry about paying attention, because you'll feel the results" "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The big man was easily driven back. His concerned look changed to confusion. This was a fucking girl. What the fuck is going on. This can't be happening. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Hawk's face and large body was in considerable pain. Her feminine fists slammed into him repeatedly, while he stumbled around the room. Hawk was beginning to think she had six arms instead of two. Nobody could hit that fast and that hard with only two arms.

"SMACK!" Hawk slumped to the floor at her feet. "Get up you bastard, I'm not through with you yet. There's still some places on that ugly mug of yours that need my attention. Now get on your feet, or I'll beat you right there in the floor." Hawk shook his groggy head and slowly climbed to his feet. His legs felt a little rubbery and didn't want to support his weight. But he managed to stay standing. "Good boy wimp. Now we can continue our little discussion. Unfortunately for you, I let these do my talking for me." Helen told him as she raised her hard hitting fists. "Now get ready for a lengthy conversation asshole. I'm still very pissed at you for messing with my happy family. So I'm going to show you that was a mistake." "NOW FIGHT WIMP!"

Hawk was totally exhausted. But he couldn't let that fucking bitch talk to him like he was a pussy. He dug down deep, and found the strength to raise his big muscular arms. He began swinging again like a mad man. There was only about half the power behind his massive fists, that was there when he started. But it was still enough to crack her fucking skull, if he could just land one of them. It was like trying to hit a ghost. Hawk aimed at a spot, and threw his fist with all the speed he could muster. But the bitch was gone, long before it reached it's destination. Her young firm body was a blur of motion, that his swollen, black and blue eyes couldn't keep up with. She however, didn't have a bit of trouble finding his slow, worn out body.

"THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Helen beat him down a little at a time. She remembered a sports caster saying once. "Destroy the body and the head will follow." At the time, she really didn't understand what he meant by that. But she understood it now. The more she beat on Hawk's body, the slower he could move. And by the bewildered look on his face, she knew fear was spreading through his mind like a virus. The head was following. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD! Her fists nearly touched his back bone, every time she punched him in the stomach. There was no resistance there what so ever. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" And his ugly face was swelling up as big as a watermelon. He could barely see, barely breathe, and barely stand. He was completely at her mercy, and she had none to give.

"SMACK!" Hawk's bruised and battered body crumbled to the floor like a crushed cracker. His multi colored, badly swollen face, was nearly unrecognizable. His beaten body was aching so much, he would have sworn on a stack of bibles he had been ran over by a speeding car. Every movement he made, hurt somewhere. Helen grabbed him by the shoulders, and hauled him to his knees by his leather jacket. All the beaten man could do was groan, as his large muscular arms flopped at his sides like they didn't belong to him. His head was rolling around on his broad shoulders, trying to bring his nearly closed swollen eyes in focus. "I think our little talk is over asshole. It looks like I have persuaded you to see things my way. It's been real nice chatting with you wimp."

"SMMMACK!" Her solid right landed on his temple, and Hawk dropped to the floor at her feet. She could have sworn she heard him snoring, as she walked away smiling. Bucky was still sleeping like a baby when she approached the other six girls pinning him to the floor. "What should we do with them Helen?" Lilly asked. "I'll come up with something." She replied. "A couple of you go release the boys while I decide." By the time the two girls returned with the boys, Helen had figured it all out. "I would imagine these two assholes are wanted by the cops for one reason or another. So here's what we will do." They all gathered around to hear her plan. When she explained it to them, they all agreed it was a great idea. They were laughing as they carried out her wishes.

Two hours later, the police responded to an anonymous tip they received. When they arrived on the scene, they found two badly beaten bikers tied to a lamp post, wearing only their underwear. When they checked their wanted flyer's, they discovered the two were wanted for armed robbery, assault, and attempted murder. Bucky and Hawk had robbed two convenience stores and assaulted the cashiers. They also robbed a liquor store and nearly beat the owner to death when he tried to stop them. Helen and the gang hocked the two motorcycles at a pawn shop for $800.00 dollars. They split the money between them like always. The boys wanted to keep the two bikes, but Helen convinced them that would be foolish. They might get picked up riding stolen property. Most of them understood her reasoning and accepted it. The others accepted it, because they didn't want to face her male destroying fists.

The gang settled in to their routine, and things quickly returned to normal. Helen was thanked over and over for saving them from the bikers. She told them to just forget it. It needed to be done, so she did it, end of story. But she did feel good inside, that she was able to take care of her family. And she vowed, she always would, no matter what problem came up. If it could be resolved by Helen's fists, then whom ever was behind the problem, would soon be in a world of pain. And never cause trouble again.