Posted by Jane on 8/13/2002, 8:33 am

Suddenly I felt my head yanked back by my hair, I turned and was met by a punch to the side of my head. The blow left me temporarilly stunned as I teetered back on my high heels, struggling for balance. I turned to face my attacker and there she was a look of peculiar excitement on her face. My hands had immediately gone to my face in an automatic gesture of protection, leaving my lower body vulnerable. Too late to my cost I had realised the danger I was in, there I was in the skimpiest of outfits offering little or no protection and she wanted to really hurt me, intimately if possible, while he was going to watch with most likeley a bulge in his trousers. "Please no stop this" I thought and I just stood there frozen with no idea what to do apart from protect myself. Not being a fighter I was stood square on to her, feet about a foot apart, the perfect target. I kept my hands up too protect my face but instead she lowered and delivered a huge right uppercut with tightly clenched fist, the blow aimed just beneath the hem of my tiny skirt and right between my legs. Her fist thundered into the tiny triangle of red pvc bareley covering my exposed pussy, almost splitting me in two. I had never been punched like that in my life and don't wish to be again. The blow effectively put paid to any resistance from me, literally lifting me off the ground and sending me slamming against the fire doors which opened sending me crumpling to the floor in the street outside. I was left doubled up on my hands and knees, face to the floor, ass in the air, legs squirming uncontrollably. I was literally writhing in agony but worse was to come! Diane tried to get between us but he held her back with some force while she went to work on me in earnest. Later Diane told me that he blocked the doors as though intent on no one stopping the 'show.' Despite that a crowd had gathered both male and female but no one even tried to intervene they just stood there watching my scantilly clad body being beaten to a pulp in total and utter humilliation. I felt a kick to my bare midriff which brought a gasp as all the air seemed to leave my body and I rolled over onto my back, spreadeagled with legs apart and my tiny skirt leaving everything exposed. She was like a wild animal, screaming "####ing Slut" as she dropped both knees full force across my ribs which I felt crack. I was crying uncontrollably, totally helpless, unable to breathe or offer any resistance. Then the worst happenned which in itself I believe belies the motive for the beating I took that night. It was never about my annoying her at all, her motive was sexual from the outset, as though the pair had hand picked a scantilly clad 'easy' target. I was pinned flat on my back to the wet pavement, my legs wide apart, thrashing and squirming about totally out of my control. Suddenly I felt her rough ring covered fingers ripping my g-string off and probing and thrusting deep inside me, lifting my lower body off the ground by my exposed pussy almost like lifting a bowling ball. Instinctively I tried to close my legs but to no avail. I just sobbed and gargled as she roughly withdrew her fingers then slammed three or four hard punches right in to my poor pussy. I am unable to describe the pain I felt at that point, I really thought I was going to die. I vaguely recall the back of my head smacking off the concrete pavament, then the last sensation being a warm feeling between my legs, almost bringing a form of comfort as my blabber let go and unconciousness came to take away my pain. According to Diane that was the end of the assault almost as though she had reached her intended level of pain, damage and humilliation. In any case I would not and did not feel any more. Apparently the women just got off me and walked away into the nite with her male friend. And there I was another knocked out blonde outside a bar; flat on my back on the wet pavement and out of it. My tiny skirt around my waist, g-string missing (never recovered was that a perverse trophy.) My shaved pussy was fully exposed but it was now a mess of blood and urine slowly forming a steaming puddle on the pavement beneath and between my legs. Someone had apparently called the emergency services and they thankfully arrived within minutes. Diane bless her, tried to comfort me and cover my exposed parts despite having taken something of a beating herself - AT HIS HANDS. Apparently I stopped breathing in the ambulance and needed ressuscitating on at least three occasions. That followed by five weeks in hospital and a number of delicate operations to injuries which I feel too personal to mention. Despite reporting the incident to the police the b###h and her fella who did this to me have never been identified. I just know in my heart that she had done it before (maybe with not such severity) and no doubt would carry on until she is stopped. It has been a long road to get somewhere back to my old self, both Diane and I felt the need to leave town and now share a house on the south coast, helped by a healthy sum from the Criminal Injuries people (and why not.) So there we have the reality; two attractive young women dress up for a nite on the town - do nothing wrong apart from being a bit daring and one is nearly murdered! Above all I am disgusted at the voyeurs who stood by and watched with not one trying to stop what happenned to me, surely one of the girls could have got her fella to step in. I did NOTHING wrong that night and get this - and I am qualified from experience to make this statement - what that b###h did to me was NO different to my being raped by a man, physically and mentally it was the same, she might as well have been a man 'cos she raped me the only way she could. Sisters it is 'there but for the Grace of God go I.' It could be any one of you next. Please consider that before the next time and educate your men accordingly. Unless of course it's some kind of tribal women thing! Thankyou to your site - submitting this has helped.