TWIN TALES - Part 17 - Out on the Town - Hawk gives bad boys a beating

[An Eves Tale]

Please consider this statement as the usual and necessary disclaimers for this and any work of pure fiction: Even though it may be stated differently by accident or purpose as part of this fiction – all characters are to be considered of whatever the legal age is necessary and needs to be. No group of people is intended to be represented as being an accurate portrayal of them. This is a work of pure fiction and all similarities to any (living or dead) person(s) or group of people is totally coincidental and accidental

This second series (TWIN TALES) is about Eve’s nieces. This is a longer series. The sex gets hotter in this series but the story builds up to it in a slow and teasing fashion.

It needs to be mentioned that in part four a reference was made to the twins having driver’s licenses. Jed and Brenda mistakenly believe the twins to be a lot younger (~14) than they are (as opposed to what is evidenced by their driver’s licenses ~18).

There will also be a third series called THE CASE BOOK FILES that will compliment and expand upon EVE’s OWN TALE as well as TWIN TALES. The sex scenes will be quicker in coming.

Any witticism and criticisms are graciously accepted. However, please do bear in mind that this is a particular and specific genre that I am trying to create.

Another Story from
A New Style of American Horse Opera
Twin Tales
By
An Eve’s Tale
Part Seventeen

Out on the Town

Hawk goes hunting
Gives Bad Boys a beating
And Butch a balling

Hawk gives the bad boys a beating

Another fucking sign – that fucking says – fucking 21.

Hattie is a rather, thin, old, grizzled but very physically fit bull dyke with extreme street smarts. Hattie and Anita have owned this business for a long time now and they have seen it all.

Killy isn’t fooling Hattie one bit until out of nervousness – Killy takes out and cracks a couple walnuts in her bare hand. The old bull dyke while not intimidated – is impressed – deciding that with that kind of strength – Killy is a lot older than Hattie thought at first.

Hattie spies the jeep – concerned that it might be stolen. Killy reads Hattie face all too well. Killy is so fast about producing ID in such a very accommodating fashion – Hattie thinks only to check the license and registration to see if they match.

Hattie’s concern over whether the jeep is stolen over rides all else – along with feeling just a bit embarrassed when seeing that the driver’s license and registration are issued by an Indian Reservation.

Hattie is so concerned about being seen as bigoted by this “Indian Princess” that she fails to notice the date of birth so clearly stated on the license. Hattie believes honestly but incorrectly that with a driver’s license and ownership of the jeep that Killy must be in her twenties.

The room rented for an entire week in the amount of $250.00 up front and in cash doesn’t hurt Killy’s cause either. Old Hattie decides to rejoice in her good luck – not ask too many questions or fill out any forms.

Killy inspects her room and brings in her overnight bag. She drives the jeep back the two and half blocks to the “Painted Ponies”. Killy finds a good spot to wait where can see both the front and the back of the establishment. Killy reaches into her vest and realizes that she has consumed all of her walnuts.

A nearby convenience store solves her problem. Killy sees a disposable cell phone and coughs up the money for it. Killy settles in to wait – entertaining herself with setting up the cell phone. Killy reprimands herself for the extreme cash outlay. She vows to chop more wood and carve more cigar boxes to replace the money she is “pissing away on getting laid”.

Killy sees three men and a woman sneak into the back of the “Painted Ponies”. Killy watches as they take up position – hiding around the area of the dumpster. Killy doesn’t like one bit what she is observing. Killy opens the bag of walnuts and put a couple of dozen into her vest. Killy hunts around in the jeep’s glove box until she finds the pouch of Red Man chewing tobacco and also puts it into her vest. Killy stalks over to the vacant lot next to the “Painted Ponies” unseen and unheard. Killy crawls on her stomach up a drainage ditch from where Killy can see and hear everything just fine. Killy is invisible to the “gang”.

Killy listens and learns while munching walnuts. One of the men keeps humming the same tune over and over. Killy knows this Country and Western song but just can’t place it. Killy hears “Ah give it a rest, Jim!” from person unknown. “Don’t mess around with Jim!” The humming man sings – not quite on key. Killy remembers what song it is. “Yup! Big and mean as a country hog too – just like in the song”. Killy is thinking. “Yeah close to 280 lbs.” Killy whispers to herself. Killy continues to observe as she munches on walnuts. Killy eventually learns the names of the other three: Rat, Frenchy, and of all people none other than the ‘Scary Terri’ herself – Teresa Bromley.

“Well, if anything goes down – won’t this be extra fun.” Killy says to herself.

Killy hears the back fire door of the “Painted Ponies’” kitchen open. Killy steals a glance at her watch – almost quarter to ten PM. Butch comes out heading for the dumpster. Everyone in the establishment was taking advantage of Butch and her situation. The “shit detail” of taking out the garbage and trash – particularly at this time of night – in this neighborhood – in this alley; fell to poor Butch. The “gang” actually waits for her to complete the task. They surround Butch. Scary Terri slams the fire door shut as Butch attempts to flee back in the kitchen.

This is exactly what Killy was afraid was going to happen – just as soon as she saw the four show up. Killy pushes the programmed button that hooks to the 911-distress center. The operator upon learning about the location decides that this a crank call and blows Killy off. Desperate now! Killy fishes around in her fanny pack and extracts a small compact and her lipstick. Killy opens up the compact and looks into the little mirror – using it to draw two parallel red lines on each cheek of her face. She takes out the pouch of Red Man and takes a mouth full and starts working it – its’ a little dry being a couple of years old but is more than okay. Killy takes some of the walnuts out of her vest - putting three of them in each hand.

The gang is pushing Butch around. She is pushed into one person’s hands which holds her while another pulls her top up and pants down. They take turns pawing her breasts and genitals while planting kisses on her face. Butch is then shoved into another pair of hands – who in turn holds Butch so that the other can enjoy molesting her. Butch manages to wrench free and breaks to the middle of the circle. Surrounded, Butch stands with her top around her neck and both her pants and panties down around her ankles. Butch has no where to go.

Another two attempts to get assistance from 911 gets nothing but a couple of “fuck you”. So, Killy makes her move.

“Hi boys!” Killy says as she walks up to the group. Killy pronounces the “b” in boys to be as disrespectful as possible. “How are they hanging tonight, boys?” Killy asks while juggling the walnuts in the circle pattern. “Well Pocahontas! You and your little friend are gonna find out real soon”. Big Jim Hawley says.

“Oh! You boys out for a little fun are you? Thought you would just victimize some of the better citizens? Well! I guess it beats going to church or doing something useful or intelligent with your lives – like finding a cure for a disease or helping out at a volunteer center.” Killy says while increasing the speed of her juggling act.

All four of these “bad guys” just stand in bewilderment as this girl (with what appears to them as having a mouthful of gum) just chews and juggles. None of them are intelligent enough to really understand Killy’s sarcasm but they think she may be insulting them.

Rat gives a silly war whoop.

Everyone laughs except Butch who yells “Run Hawk”.

“Yeah, better listen to your little friend. What is it? Hawk?” Scary Terri says following more laughter.

“Hey don’t I know you from somewhere?” Scary Terri asks from both out of curiosity and an attempt to intimidate.

“You have met a couple of my relatives ‘Princess Powder Puffs’ both of them from the ‘fluffy pink bunny tribe’. Which is why you got to live to tell about it!” Killy answers.

Killy’s juggle pattern is now straight up and down.

“…And so you are the Killer Hawk I suppose?” Scary asks with contempt and with much laughter from the group following the question.

Killy is angry with herself because she shows herself to be a little uneasy as Terri came a little too close to her real name. The gang senses and picks up on this but for the wrong reason. Believing Killy is scared shitless – they start to move.

Killy rescues the moment by saying, “Naw! I’m the whacked out psycho warrior, ‘Crazy Cunt’ from the ‘very badly PMS’ed Amazon tribe’ and I do mean very badly PMS’ed”.

The laughter from the group (Butch included) almost but not quite breaks the tension. However, it does put Killy back in control of the situation.

“As a matter of fact I feel like I’ll be going on the rag any time now”. Killy adds, causing more raucous laughter.

“Well, honey we will just have to take a peak and find out for sure.” Jim says with menace.

“Please Hawk – just run!” Butch whimpers.

“Just run Hawk!” Scary Terri mocks in a squeaky voice.

“Silly rabbits – you will all wish that I did!” The Kills like Hawk of the Wolverine’s Totem and under the protection of the Hawk responds to Terri.

Killy throws the walnuts way high up in a perfect straight line – one on top of the other. The group’s attention is drawn to this as Killy says to Butch, “Don’t worry Sugar Slit! This whole group together doesn’t amount to so much as a pimple on a real man’s ass!”

Jim is enraged by the comment but doesn’t move as the walnuts come back down in a perfect straight line one on top of the other. Hawk catches the first three in her right hand and the last three in her left hand.

Jim pulls a long piece angle iron from behind his back. “I’m really going to teach you bitch…” Jim starts to say but does not finish as Killy crushes the walnuts in both hands.

The sound is sharp and distinct in the alley. It surprises the group and causes Jim to hesitate a fraction of second – a fraction too long.

Killy flings the crushed walnuts into Jim’s face. The sharp fragments sting Jim’s eyes and momentarily blind him. Jim’s only thought now is for his eyes.

Killy closes distance and jumps up in a perfect spinning back kick with her right foot. The heel of the boot on Killy’s right foot absolutely pulverizes Big Jim Harley’s right arm just below the wrist. The angle iron sails through the air bouncing off the Scary Terri – who yelps in surprise and pain.

Hawk lands on her left foot – her right foot moving in a circle around to the ground but before it can touch ground – Killy redirects the momentum and snaps a front kick into Jim’s left shin – breaking his leg.

Killy gives a slide and a heave that redirects her right foot in a crescent kick that shatters Jim’s jaw and cheekbone. The force of the kick sprains Jim’s neck and leaves him with a concussion. Jim falls back unconscious. The fall back causes even more damage to the tough guy; taken out in less than six seconds.

Killy turns her attention to Rat – the next closest to her. Rat – terrified – is clawing at his semi automatic pistol – trying to pull back the slide. Killy remembers his mocking of her with a silly war whoop.

Killy draws a deep breath and demonstrates her personal war cry that is like the cry of an attacking hawk –the highest C major and E minor notes at max decibels. The cry causes Butch to actually scream in stunned terror. Terri and Frenchy are paralyzed. Rat wets his pants in fear.

Killy is on Rat before he can even finish wetting his pants. Killy moves to the outside grabbing and twisting Rat’s gun hand and breaking his elbow over her knee sending Rat’s gun flying over by the dumpster while at the same time Killy spins to the inside and breaks Rat’s right shoulder with a smash from her right elbow. Killy turns to face Frenchy and as she does so smashes Rat in the face knocking out teeth with her left elbow. Killy gives another left elbow thrust that breaks Rat’s sternum. Rat falls backward onto the pavement sustaining a concussion; in worse shape than even Jim is.

Frenchy is tossing his fighting knife back and forth between his right and left hand in an attempt to look cool – also hopefully disorientate and intimidate Killy. Unimpressed by this street technique that she considers being an amateur’s tactic – Killy closes in on Frenchy.

Killy steps forward on her left foot while lifting the heel of her right foot to her ass. Killy strides forward off her left foot while kicking out with her right foot. Killy grabs the hilt of her folder as she does so. The knife clicks open at the same time the sole of right boot knocks Frenchy’s knife out of his hand before being set down in a correct fencing form.

Frenchy scrambles for his knife and lunges but stumbles back – having almost impaled himself on Killy’s blade. Frenchy realizes that the front of his shirt has been sliced open. The near miss along with the “no bull shit” stance of someone who really does know how to fight with steel gets Frenchy’s full attention. He brings his weapon under control. Frenchy then toe heels around while feigning with his knife.

Killy studies the weapon. A very nice eight inched double-edged Collins type blade with a double hilt. Killy sees the wristbands going up into some kind of gauntlet type of leather arm guard. Killy also looks at the commando – knife fighter beanie that Frenchy is wearing. Killy decides to have some fun. Killy drops her guard sucking Frenchy in.

Frenchy’s reflexes respond and he goes for the opening. Frenchy assumes that this girl is using high school strip fencing tactics.

Killy waits and moves at the last fraction of the second – circle-fencing Frenchy – using a fleshing move to run her blade over Frenchy’s cap and slice the beanie right off Frenchy’s head. Frenchy mistakes that he has an opening and slashes – right into and across the tip of Killy’s knife that slices through Frenchy’s supposed armor. Frenchy looks in shock and disbelief as his right gauntlet is sheared right off of him in a blink of an eye. Frenchy sees a light scratch running down his arm. It starts to bleed profusely. Frenchy panicking at the sight of his own blood; gives his secret signal to Terri to rush Killy.

The slightly dry wad of tobacco in Killy’s mouth has done a good job of acting as a sponge. Killy hasn’t really had the need to spit as of yet. The wad however is now good and juicy.

Killy recognizes without hesitation what Frenchy has done. Just as soon as Frenchy gives his signal to the Scary Terri to charge Killy – Killy immediately responds by shooting a stream of tobacco juice into Frenchy’s eyes. Killy kicks Frenchy’s knife out of his hand and into the darkness of the alley. Killy forward sweeps Frenchy’s left ankle behind his right knee – putting Frenchy on the ground.

Frenchy is finding that the tobacco juice burns his eyes worse than mace.

Killy turns and dances Terri in the way her Uncle Gordon Glen Mallen – “The Medicine Dancer” has taught her. The techniques make Terri’s hay maker swings with her brass knuckles ineffectual. Terri finds herself swinging and punching at empty space.

Killy puts her knife back into her boot just as fast as she took it out as she hugs close to Terri – making any punches that come from Terri too short in distance to have any speed or power. Killy kicks Terri in the hamstrings of her right leg and grabs Terri in the forward scarf choke hold before Terri can fall. Terri is very panicky. Terri’s eyes bulge indicating that she is in real trouble.

“We aren’t going to hurt each other? Are we?” Killy asks Terri.

Terri drops both sets of brass knuckles – the clatter on to the pavement is a sharp report.

Killy steps to one side and throws Terri over her leg. Terri slaps hard on the pavement. There are no thick mats like in Big Sally’s gym. Terri isn’t getting up for a while.

Killy turns her attention back to Frenchy – who now fancies himself a boxer. Frenchy gets up fast and manages to get in a quick series of rapid hard shots to Killy’s waist and stomach; using Killy like a heavy bag – lifting Killy right off the ground. Frenchy finds that his wrists and knuckles feel like he hit a wall.

A pissed off Killy uses Frenchy’s head for a timing bag.

Frenchy can only stagger around semiconscious.

Killy decides to find out how good Frenchy can take a body hit. Killy’s roundhouse kick breaks several of Frenchy’s ribs – lifting him off his feet and putting him down on the pavement.

Killy turns back to Terri. Grabbing a hold of Terri’s sweatshirt – Killy pulls her up and bitch slaps Terri back and forth across the face several times. Terri breaks away only to receive a face full of the tobacco juice from Killy. Screaming and blinded – Terri runs down the alley. Killy follows close behind – kicking Terri in the ass as they run down the alley.

Killy breaks off her attack on Terri – having kicked her in the ass most of the way down the alley. Killy returns to find Butch trembling in a state of shock. Killy calls in to 911 but once again gets treated very badly by dispatch. The police really don’t want to have to deal with “no man’s land”. It is believed to be a prank call but Killy gets promised that a patrol car will drive by as soon as one becomes available.

Killy pounds on the back fire door that Butch had came out off. Killy pounds and yells for a long time; too long for that matter. No one can hear or more likely; no one wants to hear.

Killy helps Butch to get her pants up and shirt down, She talks Butch into getting into the jeep. Butch can’t think – she is still in a state of shock and terror. Butch wants to go back to work. Killy drives to a fast food burger joint and gets Butch a cup of coffee. Killy talks Butch into eating a burger.

“I don’t care – the room is paid up in advance for a week. Stay here and stay the hell off the street – especially at night.” Killy tells Butch as they travel to the motel. “Do you need more time?” Killy asks Butch. “No – it’s more than enough time to find someone to live with!” Butch says while thinking “as long as I’m not too picky.”

Killy parks the jeep in front of her motel room at the ‘Leather Ladies’. She helps Butch out of the jeep. Butch is still shocked – shaking and unsteady on her feet. Killy gets her into the room and sitting on the bed.

Killy excuses herself and retrieves her oral hygiene kit from her overnight bag. Retreating to the bathroom – Killy gets rid of the effects of the chewing tobacco.

(to be continued - Hawk gives Butch a balling)

[Jezebel]

This is very strange, but I like it a lot

Are they all like...major butch dykes or something? O.o

Interesting and different point of view!

Oh and man, if you're into that, the biggest gathering I've ever seen was at a Cher concert.

*thumbsup*

[An Eves Tale]

Hey Jez!
Thanks for your kind note!
If you haven't read all of the series yet - then you may want to!
It started with Eve's Own Tale! I will be posting the "to be continued"
today in which Hawk rapes Butch. Hope your enjoy!
Best Regard and Thanks,
An Eve's Tale

[Jezebel]

After I posted I went and searched through all of your other stories on here.
Very neat, it reminds me of someone's writing a bit, but I can't pin it down.

Maybe it's kind of like some lost Quentin Terrentino movie or something

I can't wait for the next story