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 Comments_for_readers: These chapters are mostly a flashback to a day she
enjoyed three years before
Story_codes: girl 12, violent, beating, Caution



   Beat-up Day, ch 3-4

   Written by Singledad



   Chapter 3 'the party gets back on track'



   Due to the unusual nature of the happenings of the morning they decided
to break early for lunch, dad came in to me, he was really concerned, I
suppose he realised how things could get out of hand.  he had told Don that
the session with the little ones was first up after lunch he asked me if
I'd like to miss it in case it freaked me, I said no way I was looking
forward to seeing the little ones hurt.

   he had told the really cruel guy that it was best if he left, he had
agreed, I think the others were all waiting a turn with me, and that was
what they had really come for.



   "They all want to hurt you darling"



   he said to me, I know it sounds kinda weird, I really loved him his
words excited me, and apart from the unnecessary soreness of my tummy and
pussy I really wanted more treatment, I felt cheated, because I like my
painful experience to be long and slow, over the time I have realised that
I like less extreme treatment but over a long time, and I really can take
it.



   A BIT OF A FLASHBACK



   My mind raced back to three years ago, I was still eight it was a month
before my ninth birthday.  I must deviate a bit here Mmm no pun intended
and tell you about it because it was one of my best sessions, it was I
think they call it a pivotal moment in my life.  It was certainly one of
the best times, and it still excites and frightens me to this day ,
although my recovery had taken the longest of any session.

   It was a group very much like today's group, and they had started on me
about nine on the Friday morning, as I say, not over the top, just slow and
sustained, they took it in turns, working me over, some would thump me,
mostly body blows, not usually my face and head, they all seemed to realise
that leaving my face till last was better, and that beating me hard around
the head would have damaged me permanently, although they liked to get some
black eyes going early in the session'cos apparently it was more sexy for
them to see, and a little trickle of blood helps too.



   Well, that's why I call it beat up day, only this particular day lasted
through the day into the night, and then through the night and most of the
next day, I was feeling so tired, sore, and unwell,(many punches to the
stomach and chest have the effect of producing a constant sick feeling) as
I remember I actually dozed through some of the beatings, like a rag doll,
tossed about like a child would, I was that doll, the beating seemed to go
on so long, slowly, methodically, working on every part of me, I loved it
when they were inventive, and the fact that Dad had such a large base of
friends, with such a variety of wierd tastes meant that I had experienced
so much inventiveness that I could have written a book!  and I might, and I
will post it here!



   Most times they didn't use me sexually, so many of them had sexual
tastes that you wouldn't believe, when they came here most wanted to be
violent to a defenceless child, my mistreatment would be the means of them
getting their rocks off.  As I mentioned earlier, a large part of my
treatment was when I was clothed, their excitement sexually came from the
sounds of hitting over clothing, they would sometimes remove some article
when it was their turn, to access some skin to hurt, but I would have to
put it back on again, that as a rule would hurt more because it rubbs
somwhere they had mistreated, they would even make the garment rub more by
adding salt, sand or an abrasive material.

   I would start off dressed, as I said, they usually would like school
uniforms, what is it about perverts and school uniforms?  of course here in
Britian, the uniform of choice was white or navy knickers, pleated skirt or
gym tunic, always white knee length socks, blouses, ties, blazers, I
mentioned that I had a wardrobe of all different types, very occasionally
some of them would require me to dress as a little tart, but that was not
very often, their kicks came usually, from my innocence, and seeing a
little schoolgirl beaten, and of course I was a little girl and I looked it
so it was all the more genuine.



   I remember that particular weekend well, I had on full uniform, pleated
navy pinafore dress over white blouse and school tie, regulation white
socks, snow white cotton knickers, and vest, usually I wore at least two
pairs of knickers, again to make the dull thud of a beating more exciting
and to damage my skin less quickly, sometimes to soak up blood or pee.  I
rounded the outfit off with brown strap sandals and a navy blazer, they all
commented on what a cute picture I looked, and that always surprised me
when all they wanted to do was hurt me!



   Anthony, a weird business partner of Dads started that session off, he
was punching me, quite gently actually, but over and over, he punched me in
the tummy, on my chest, the chest punches usually hurt because I suppose
although I didn't have even the bumps for breasts, my titties were probably
just getting ready to start, well that's what my Dad told me, he'd really
pummel me there, he seemed to know what hurt most the skin so near the ribs
and no padding so to speak.  They all seemed to be able to judge where I
got the most pain, maybe by my facial reaction, anyway they were all
practised sadists.  Anthony and his friend Trevor had me between them,
punching me back and forth, I remember Trevor's willy was out of his
trousers, it was stiff and he kept sliding it up and down between hits.



   Trevor was an unknown quantity to me, Anthony was an old regular he'd
been the first person Dad had asked to anything like this years ago, he'd
started slapping me when I was four or five, just after mum had died, and I
knew what he liked.  Trevor punched me on the vagina quite a lot and
brought his toe up and kicked it, not hard , just so it moved me back to
Anthony who'd rabbit punch me in the back, once I think he got me in the
kidney, cos it hurt a lot more and made me want to wee.  Anthony would grab
the hem of my dress and lift it clear so he could see my knickers, then
punch or kick them, it wasn't so much violent but sustained that session
lasted about an hour, with no let up, and at the end of that hour, I was
quite winded, the worst pains being in my chest.  Anthony hurt me quite a
lot he was the one who broke one of my ribs once when I was seven.



   I hope you don't mind me rambling on, I get carried away when I think
back to such an enjoyable time, The odd couple, as I call them, Jane and
Caroline the two lesbian ladies that I told you about earlier were their on
that occasion too, they were usually the ones who would do sexy things to
me if anyone did, but mostly they were into beating and hurting me.



   They would slap me rather than punch usually, I had several sessions
with them during that two days and a night, the first session was when they
just wanted to hurt me, the sexy sessions would come later.  The Jane, the
older one, got her friend to hold my head by my hair, she told me to open
my mouth and she started to spit into it, I felt the slimy spit slide down
my throat, she could hock up some really salty spit, it could be full of
yellowy green stuff too, after she could spit no more she got Caroline to
get her own spit going and dribble or spit it into my mouth.



   Caroline groped and pinched anything on my skinny body she could get a
handle on, she just loved girl flesh I think.  They had brought a hand bag,
which I thought very odd, they didn't seem the handbag kind, till I
realised that they had it filled with stones and nuts and bolts, small but
heavy stuff, they kept it with them in the nights to fend off muggers, but
thought I would benefit from some treatment with it.  It was slightly out
of character for them, as they didn't in my memory use weapons.  Jane was
allowed to start, she got Caroline to lift my arms high over my head, I was
waiting for them to undress me in this position but Jane swung the bag, and
it landed with a satisfying thwack on my rib-cage just under my armpit, the
bag was very heavy and it winded me, as I was gasping for air another blow
landed and I fell over, this amused the dykes a lot.  I was just imagining
the bruises it was making, they helped me to my feet and Jane swung the bag
six or seven times more, then Caroline let my arms down and took the bag.



   She was getting really turned on and stopped to kiss me, her kisses were
burning hot she opened her mouth real wide and slobbered into mine, sucking
violently on my tongue, I thought she would rip it right out she pushed and
squeezed my ribs, making me gasp with the pain they had already inflicted
with the weighted bag.  She broke away, breathless, she told Jane to hold
my dress up, I just knew where the next blows would land, on my poor aching
puss I braced myself for it, sure enough she brought the bag up hard,
harder than was typical, I reckoned they had agreed they were going hurt me
more than usual.  It connected with my pussy with a sickening thud...Oh did
it ever hurt, I hoped there wouldn't be too many like that, but true to
form they seemed to read my mind and about twenty more landed between my
legs, that day was the first time that I passed out from the pain, not the
last though!.



   The day was about four hours old and Anthony and Trevor had had their
first go, Caroline and Jane had given me an hour and a half of quite cruel
treatment, and Reg and Paula the really twisted couple were next, as I said
they were into weeing and pooping a lot, Paula always had messy knickers as
I remember, Reg would dip his hand into them every so often and take a
finger full to lick.  This day theyboth peed in my mouth which I had to
drink down, then I had pooped into Paula's mouth, and she'd eaten every
last piece, they'd ended their session smacking me and rubbing me with
medium grit sandpaper, that always stings, they are always careful to rub
me just enough to begin to see pinpricks of blood, but not enough to bleed
copiously, they would tear off a square and wrap it around four fingers,
slide their hand down the front of my knickers and rub my pussy, it would
smart so much!  they particularly like access to a salt box, they would
pull out the waist of my knickers and sprinkle it in on the raw skin and
other one would repeat the procedure, although salt helps stop the
bleeding, it stings like hell!



   Chapter 4



   After some refreshment, my beatings carried on much the same hour after
hour, there was nothing inventive but Dad gave me strong pain killers every
so often this time by injection becaus ethe relief was almost immediate, I
don't think they helped all that much, I had a break mid afternoon as I
seemed to be getting sluggish, as they put it.



   After tea a guy named Daniel and his wife wanted me, they had brought
their family because there was no one to look after them, two little girls
one was four and one six and and a boy of eight, although they weren't
meant to be taking part, they asked Dad if he would let the children give
me a good punching and kicking, Dad made them strip to their underwear and
while everyone masturbated at the sight, the children started their
onslaught.  Little ones can't kick and punch all that hard, but they didn't
have the restraint that grown ups have, they laid into me for three
quarters of an hour.

   In the end their dad asked if they could all pee on me, the boy
delighted in putting his pecker in my mouth and pissing straight down my
throat, the others wanted to pee on my clothes, the all had a go, the
little girls sitting on my face and the wee streaming out from under their
dresses and the mum and dad went over the little girls and me, that made my
clothes wet and stinky, and my hair matted and wet but Daniel 'dried' them
off with a very hot hair dryer which he held far too close to me and I knew
how red and sore those areas would becme.  strangely the four of them went
up to one of the bedrooms, they apparently needed sex after a session as
pain alone didn't do it for them, they took their stinky little girls for a
good shagging,(I would see later what they did because the bedrooms and
bathrooms all have CCTV cameras recording as soon as the rooms are
occupied) you wouldn't believe how rude and sexy they were with their
little daughters!



   The night seemed the longest, with two really hefty whipping sessions
thatleft me stinging and sore, I was crying which made most of the present
company more excited.  I'd wet myself during the second whipping, my
clothes already smelt from the pee games with the children earlier, and my
peed in knickers were chaffing me uncomfortably, I was looking forward to
being stripped.



   and that happened in the early in the hours of the next morning the
Circle decided I could loose my clothes, well, most of them, Reg took a box
cutter and slowly he cut off my clothing, I winced as the knife blade went
deeper than my clothes, those box cutters could slice deep into little
girls bodies, he cut the dress up the seem from hem to under my arm, when I
had to lift my arms I winced again the stiffness that the handbag beating
had produced was really hurting me, I thought that some of those blows
might have cracked a rib or two.  My cut dress peeled back, and he
proceeded to slice the blouse off me, he cut the tie and the shirt fell to
the floor, he cut through the straps of my vest, and that came off, there
was a sharp intake of breath when they saw the extent of the bruising to my
body, my little flat chest was a mass of red, sore and the deep blue
bruises all down each side was 'a picture' someone said.  The whipping over
my clothes had produced deep red lines and I knew they would want to do all
those things again to my body naked, which would make those marks worse, I
had that excited frightened feeling again in my tummy.



   I had now been being beaten for around seventeen hours and I was feeling
so sore, and tired but I knew that the worst was to come because everything
felt more extreme without clothes.  I stood there in my stained and damp
knickers and socks, feeling vulnerable, but that's half the enjoyment, I'd
peed again this time on Reg and Paula, then Dad got his special whip out,
it was Oh such a cruel implement,



   It had was about ten strands of thin leather around six feet in length,
the bottom two feet twisted tightly together and bound with more leather to
form a handle, the two foot handle made the whip very flexible,
particularly when it was swung from behind his back at a soft little girl,
the lengths of free leather had eyelets riveted along their length, these
would cut into my flesh, Dad was the only one allowed to use this whip and
he usually didn't do more that ten strikes as he told me once that a thing
like this could actually kill, although at one session when It was my
eighth birthday , he had whipped me twenty times in two batches of ten, but
then that was the last thing they could do to me, and I missed the rest of
the evening that time, and the next few days, but that's another story.



   Dad had rightly waited till my clothes came off, it was going to hurt so
much, I knew that there would be a longish break afterwards, because he
always brought out this particular implement before a break.



   I stood, a little girl, nearly naked in the entertainment lounge, nine
adults waiting with anticipation ready to watch my Father flog me with his
cruel whip, an air of excitement ran through the Circle, all the present
company now had their privates exposed and they were all masturbating
wildly.  He told me to stand up straight brace myself and clasp my hands
together behind my head, he said to stand as long as I could but if I fell
over he would continue, hitting whatever part of me was presented until he
thought he'd done enough.



   I winced as I raised my hands, the bruises on my sides were giving me a
lot of discomfort, I caught a sight of me in the full wall mirror, god! 
What a mess, I was streaked red and blue bruises covered my little body. 
Well, I had been being beaten for many hours after all.



   I was ready for my Dad, and I saw his arm go back behind him, the whip
trailed on the floor, I saw his face tense, and the arm started to travel,
I gritted my teeth and tensed, the loud whistle of the leather thongs
through the air couldn't ready me for the sheet of fire, the pain of that
whip was awesome, it landed slightly tilted across my naked back, from
shoulder blade to about fifth rib, it curled round and licked at my tummy
button, it was strange, like a slow motion replay and the pain didn't start
straight away, but when it did!...



   I staggered a bit, grimacing and screwing my eyes up tears almost
spurted out of them and splashed on my chest.  The assembled company were
hushed, almost as if they hadn't expected so much violence in a single
stroke.  I looked over at the mirror, all along the length of the
whip-mark, bright red dots had appeared, the eyelets let into the leather
strands were doing their job.  I was proud that I hadn't toppled over, I
raised my arms again, Dad told me to face him, he told me that he wanted to
damage my front, I was afraid of that, I turned towards him, I saw nothing
but love in his eyes, doesn't that sound odd?

   I watched as he carefully moved his arm back trailing the leather strips
on the floor like before, I watched and this time his face grimaced and his
teeth gritted, I realise that he was really going to hit me with some force
this time, I think it was a battle of wills, he wanted me to go down.  Like
a coiled snake Dad's arm started to travel, nothing I could have done could
prepare me, the ten leather thongs bit deeply into my soft chest, quite
high they joined up my nipples like some bizzare dot to dot puzzle, the tip
again curled round and licked my back.  This time I couldn't steady myself,
I went down like a sack of potatoes, blood was trickling down from the mass
of red wounds, with me down I got into a fetal position my arms were over
my face, and I felt the whip descend on my body repeatedly, Dad turned me
over on my back with his toe and continued, I don't know how many times the
whip fell, it was more than ten, more like fifteen I think, but I lost
consciousness again.



   This time I was out for an hour, Dad says the body will do that,
something about the way it deals with trauma, when I woke I was wrapped in
a sheet which was soggy with blood, although blood always looks worse than
it is, this was the fourth sheet they had wrapped me in to staunch the
worse up.



   They had eaten, and gave me some, I was shakey and dad said that he
though I'd almost got to the end of what I should take and it would be best
if we all had another 'bash' each, as he jokingly put it, and than call it
a day, they agreed and Reg said that they could round off the day later
because he had brought some DVDs which were 'rather special' he said that
with a wink.  I couldn't concentrate on the content of the DVDs but they
seemed to involve very young children, and massive amounts of violence,
made me wonder where he got such things.



   "Ready for the last session chicken?  " Dad asked



   I nodded distantly as I came back from dreamland where I'd gone to hide.




   "That's daddy's special girl" he said



   As he was a new visitor Anthony's friend Trevor was offered first go at
me, he whispered into Anthony's ear, and Anthony asked if Trevor could mark
my face so far none of them had done much to my face, there was the odd
slap and there was a bit of reddening and bruising here and there.  I was
glad because I have to be off school longest then, although I can go to
school with a stiff and sore body, my face is a dead giveaway.



   Dad said that would be alright, but asked him not to cause permanent
scarring or damage.  Trevor walked over to the 'toy' cupboard and rummaged
a bit, he brought some rough thin rope over, he's going to tie me up I
thought, but no, he wrapped it around my face in a loop until it had gone
round once then he got Trevor to hold me firm and gripping the free end he
pulled sharply.  Like I was a spinning top, but being held I didn't spin,
the cord whistled leaving an angry burn mark across both cheeks and the
bridge of my nose.  I was taken by surprise, it was certainly inventive and
Oh did it sting, the Circle clapped at the novelty, he wrapped the cord
round again and tugged sharply the cord whistled and left me with another
rope-burn, he did this four times, then he wrapped the cord twice, it
nearly jerked my head around, this time the burn mark immediately started
to bleed, he did that four times too, and my face was striped red now with
flecks of blood.  He got Trevor to hold me tight, I believe I sensed him
having a good grope at my little body, then Andrew opened each eye and
sprinkled salt into them, the salt stung so much and the rest that fell on
my bleeding face stung more.



   Trevor went over to Dad and had a hushed conversation with him.  Dad
came over to me and said that Trevor wanted to remove a tooth and then
break my nose, he said he had given his permission, but that it must happen
at the end of the session so it didn't stop the others enjoying their last
go, anyway, it would be something to look forward to.  It scared me quite a
lot I must admit, I always hated the dentist and that was when I'd had
anaesthetic injections and stuff.

   Trevor went and sat down to waitI am sure he was leering, deciding the
best way to do the 'surgery'.  Anthony wanted to give me a straight old
fashioned paddling on my backside some over my knickers some bare, I draped
myself over his knee and he laid into my bum, he was quite a powerful man
and the paddle thwacked down unrelentingly, I would imagine about thirty or
forty times, he peeled my knickers down and when he saw the damage decided
on only ten or twelve more, I cried, yes from the pain but a bit because
they liked it when I cried, I counted myself lucky the paddling gave me a
rest.



   The lesbian pair wanted to double dildo me but Dad said my cunt was out
of bounds, they decided to take turns in my bottom, they chose a large
flexible one, quite disturbing because it had a lot of hard extrusions
sticking out of it, like little spikes, I knew they weren't very sharp but
they would make my poor rectum so sore, the women were very excited, and
Jane bent me over her lap, Caroline started the dildo in my bottom,
although I was used to things up there this as a large object and it took
some real effort to start it off, Caroline licked at my botty hole to get
it slippery, eventually it kind of popped in, and she started to push, when
it reached the spikey part I wet myself, Jane was in heaven as the warm pee
bathed her legs, they were both masturbating like crazy, Caroline started a
steady rhythm, I could feel the damage it was doing to my soft ass hole,
Jane and Caroline were feeling underneath tweaking my nipples, opening the
scabs that had started to form on the thousands of whip cuts, that's all
they did though, I again sighed with relief, as the two dykes crumpled in a
sexually exhausted heap on a sofa.



   Reg and Paula stepped forward, she peeled of her now disgusting
knickers, they were caked in dry poop, there was new mushy poop and she had
leaked god knows what into them, she took one of her stockings and tied the
knickers mushy gusset in my mouth, I felt the acrid poopy taste as my open
mouth received the contents of the garment, after the last few hours and
anticipating Trevor's administrations, I started to feel sick, I wasn't
asked to participate in toilet games very often, pee was Ok, and I could
usually take peoples potty in my mouth and even chew and swallow it
usually, they didn't take this one too far, smearing the poo, and Reg and
Paula kissed me with my mouth full of it, all very sticky and me feeling
sicker and sicker.



   They cleaned me down and Paula said she wanted to try something, she
went to her bag got something out, it was the head of a plastic doll, it
was about two and a half inches across, she asked if she could insert it in
my pussy, Dad agreed she could try, he was intrigued as to what she wanted
to do, she coated it with KY and started to work it into me, it went in me,
my pussy bulged obscenely, she maneuvered it around till the open neck hole
of the doll was at the entrance of my pussy hole, it felt so stretched.



   She said to us to wait, and she went into the dressing room that led off
the display lounge, Reg started to lick around my privates, when she came
back in, she was holding an electric kettle which she had boiled, she
looked over to Dad for confirmation, he nodded, fascinated, she poured the
boiling water into the plastic doll head in my stretched vagina, the warmth
started to work its way through the plastic, and the throbbing started, the
boiling water was scalding the sensitive walls of my pussy.  I started to
squirm, she reminded me that it would be best not to spill the boiling
water so I tried to keep as still as I could, she put a straw in and drank
out the now cooling liquid, she'd plugged the kettle back in and re-boiled
it and repeated the boiling water pouring a few more times, my pussy was so
sore by now, they had finished with me and I had only the Trevor ordeal to
go.



   Trevor stood and walked over to me, all the others drew their seats up
closer, Dad came over and kissed my forehead



   "Nearly over sweetheart, just this last thing and you can rest" he said
tenderly



   "I can really pull a tooth out?" Trevor said with a trembling voice



   "And break her cute little nose" he added



   Dad nodded his agreement



   Trevor walked over to the cupboard, he'd obviously seen the tools there
earlier, and made a mental note of what their use was, he selected some
dentists pliers, they were stainless steel ones with a cage affair that
cradled a molar, these were the real thing, I was really frightened now,
Anthony came over and got behind me, sat me in the chair and held my
shoulders tight, Trevor tilted my head back and inserted a mouth spreader,
I didn't know the technical name for it, he saw the fear in my eyes.



   "Don't worry my pretty" he said in a menacing tone



   "This tooth has to come out, which one shall it be, a front tooth is
easier but everyone will see it missing, shame to spoil such a pretty
thing, but a molar which won't be noticed will really take some pulling and
will really hurt a lot, particularly a healthy one" he went on to explain
that he would have to break the root off my jaw first.



   He went on talking, and it didn't make me feel any better, then he bent
forward and started to probe my mouth with his tongue, its tip passing over
each tooth in turn, finally he came up for air.



   "Yes I have felt the very one that shall be removed"



   he came close and raised the pliers, they entered my mouth and I felt
them clamp onto a top back molar, he put his knee up onto my poor bruised
chest and I felt him start to test the tooth for strength, it was good and
solid, I knew from when I was much smaller, when a tooth was taken out, the
sickening crack as the root was broken, but that as a bad tooth and my
mouth was dead with novocaine on that occasion, this was very different.  I
was whining a bit, through my opened mouth, he stooped to lick up the drool
that was coming out of my mouth, suddenly he pushed the pliers back and
forward with a quick motion, the pain shot through my whole head as I felt
the root crack, the sharp pain was replaced by a dull ache,



   "Mmm we only cracked a couple of the roots I think, there are four you
know"



   he said with a sneer in his voice.  He moved the pliers from side to
side this time with a kind of twist and CRACK I felt something else give
and gave as loud a scream as I could with my mouth stretched so wide.



   "We're, nearly there, cherub" he said



   and gave an almighty pull the tooth came out and the pain was intense,
there was blood everywhere, Dad was swabbing it with some kleenex, Trevor
bent foreward and kissed my gasping open mouth, I felt his tongue probing
the damaged gum where the tooth used to be, he was swallowing copious
amounts of my blood.  I was sniveling and weeping and whimpering all at the
same time, I glanced across, all the assembled circle were masturbating
each other, their long day of abusing me was about to culminate in orgasms
all round.



   "Now my beauty" said Trevor as he started to slap me round the face



   Dad stopped him



   "You said I could" he whined



   "Oh you can, but you only get one shot" Dad stated



   "How do you mean" Trevor countered



   "Well, by whatever means you intend to break my daughters nose, you will
have to do it with one blow, and you don't get a second chance"



   He thought about it



   "Oh I'll break it all right and I'll do it first go"



   I was fearful, my mouth hurt terribly and I was a nine year old girl, I
was small for my age anyway, waiting for this stocky brute of a guy to
break my nose, having been given only one chance, he would, I guessed be
more violent than if he had been able to have more goes, he pushed the
chair where I sat up to the wall, I supposed so there would be no backwards
movement when he hit me, which would lessen the chance of a break, then he
went to the cupboard, he rummaged for a time, and found some old fashioned
knuckle dusters, they were brass and fitted over his hand they rested
between the third and fourth knuckle, I remember dad telling me he had made
them blunt and covered them with a velvet material so's not to cut too
badly.



   He stroked my hair, and kissed my nose.



   "Cute little nose" he taunted



   He wiggled it between thumb and forefinger.



   "I'm gonna break it, it'll hurt like fuck, it'll bleed like fuck and
your eyes will be swollen black and and blue for days".  he was trying to
psyche me and I suppose it was working, I trembled in anticipation of the
pain, I still had thought that perhaps he was only playing mind games, but
then I'd thought that with the tooth pulling and he'd certainly done that.



   Trevor concentrated, he stared intensely into my eyes, he brought his
fist up to my face and rested it on the bridge of my nose, where he was
going to land the blow, then in a measured way, sort of taking aim, he
started to retract the arm and I saw his meaty fist retreating, he was
poised, taking his time, making me tremble more.  His fist was at the
furthest point away from me that it could get, he asked me if I was ready,
I thought how bizarre the situation was, him asking me if I was ready to
suffer such pain and a broken nose.  I nodded it seemed to take an age, I
saw his muscle react and again as if in slow motion his fist started to
travel towards my face, it impacted dead centre on my nose, as hard as he
could punch, I don't really remember what I felt first, he definitely had
broken my nose I felt a sort of pop, or maybe it was a crunch.  I Don't
know, but I saw a huge light, I suppose what people call seeing stars only
much more intense, before I passed out I saw a great spurt of blood hit him
square between the eyes and I saw him punch the air in triumph.



   Two days later I woke up, my body my mouth my face a sea of pain, every
move I made was agony, it would take a week just to be able to get out of
bed, but what a time I'd had.





   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.