Angel Strikes
by MillanySpider@hotmail.com


Warning! This peice of work is pure fiction only, adult fiction at that. If 
your offended by cat fights, or are not an adult, please go away now. Feel 
free to distribute as long as my e-mail address is kept as is.

*phew* a lengthy warning, eh? Anyways, I've been letting this story sit on 
my hard drive for now, and figured this site would be the best place to send 
it to. If you think I should keep writing parts to it, please e-mail me at:

MillanySpider@hotmail.com






The two girls looked across the class room at each other and glared. 
Neither of them were pleased. Both of them hated each other sense 
Kindergarten, and by some strange coincidence, they had been in every class 
with one another after. If asked, they couldn’t exactly tell you how they 
started to hate each other, they just did and everyone in the school knew. 
Except for this oblivious teacher who just assigned them partners for a 
project. Natalie, a tall girl with short, boyish black hair, cringed. “There 
is no way we’re working at her house. she thought to herself. At the bell 
she took a few long strides and was at her partner’s desk. “Look Angel, I 
don’t like you and you don’t like me.”
“Du-uh.”
“But your coming over to my house to work on this project, tomorrow. Got it?”
“Whatever.” Angel said as she got up and left. Natalie’s eyes bored into the 
other’s back. Angel was average size, long blond hair, good looks, you 
typical ditzy high-school slut. Just hearing that name associated with that 
girl pissed off Natalie. It made Angel seem like the ultimate stereotype of 
a popular high school student. She grind her teeth when the teacher gave her 
a cheerful “Farewell!” without even knowing the bad paring he made.

Angel walked down the hallways with a group of her popular friends. “Angel, 
I heard that you got paired up with the Dyke in your History class.” said 
one girl, referring to Natalie.
“I know! Its, like, the bitch just hates me for some reason! I don’t know 
why anyone, would, like, hate me!”
“And what’s with her hair? She want to look like a boy or something?” said 
another girl.
“That’d be hard, she’s got pretty big breasts.” answered another.
“Its not fair, she don’t even like guys but she’s got a nice rack.” said a 
boy from the group.
“Eww, Michael, that’s like, disgusting! I thought you were my boyfriend!” 
yelled out his girlfriend.
“Hey Angel, I’ve got a really nice trick for you...” whispered one of her 
friends.
“Really?”
“Yeah... in gym class, try to get one of her mondo-large bras. They’re 
serving jello at the cafeteria...” her voice trailed off as Angel giggled 
about the implication. She broke off from her friends and entered the gym, 
then into the girl’s locker room. “I hate gym!” she whined to herself “My 
hair will get all messed up, and I’ll break a nail on those stupid balls, 
and all that running!” Once her complaining ended, she remembered the task 
at hand. “What was Natalie’s locker again? 335, that’s right. Now, I’ll need 
to get the combo, but the gym teacher knows my face...” too many unprepareds 
made her stand out to the phys-ed teachers. “You!” she pointed menacingly at 
a girl. She jumped when Angel yelled at her. “Y-yes?”
“Go find a teacher and ask what the combination is for locker 335. Say your 
Natalie if they ask. DO IT!” As soon as Angel finished the girl ran out. She 
knew who Angel was, and if she got her mad then Angel’s friends would come 
after her. The girl returned before a minute even passed, out of breath. 
“Well?!”
“13-30-15...” she gasped out.
“Thank-you.” Angel said with faked appreciation. She went to Natalie’s 
locker and the lock snapped open as the last digit went in. She rummaged 
through and found her goal. “That lezzie must be a C-Cup...” Angel said in 
astonishment before shoving the bra into her back pack. As a slap in the 
face, she left out all of Natalie’s gym clothes and put the lock on 
backwards before she sat out for class.

There was quite a spectacle in the cafeteria as Natalie’s jello-filled bra 
hung from one of the wall mounted clocks. The amount of jello was stretching 
the elastic straps a good deal. Of course, to make sure people knew who’s it 
was, she had someone write “Natalie’s” under it in black marker. Angel just 
wished that it would be able to stay up there long enough for Natalie to see 
a few periods later. It came to an end when another girl with a broom 
knocked it down, spilling it all into a garbage can she placed under it. 
“Strange, I didn’t notice her bringing that over.” Angel thought to herself. 
After what happened fully registered she grew angry and pulled one of her 
friends aside. “Who was that bitch?!” she demanded in a ferce whisper.
“Uh... that’s Amity, yeah,” the girl gasped suddenly, “That’s one of the 
Dyke’s friends!” she realized. Angel looked furious. “Get the rest of the 
girls together. Find out where she’s going. Then punish her.” she said with 
out any remorse in her voice. The other girl grinned. “Right.”

By the end of the day, Angel found out that Amity was going to walk home, 
which made things much more easier to do. At the end of the day, she decided 
to go as well and teach the bitch a lesson, it had been a while sense she 
got to do this. Angel and her group trailed behind the unsuspecting girl, 
pretending to be in deep conversation with one another. When the got to a 
small clearing that Amity cut through, one girl walked quickly up to her and 
called out. “Hey, um, I’m kinda lost, can you help me?”
“Sure,” said Amity, “Where are you going to?” While one girl provided a 
distraction, the others walked past and then surrounded Amity, who noticed 
something was up. As she turned around, the girl she was talking to grabbed 
her around the waist. “Hey! What the hell is-ooofffh!” her sentence was cut 
short as the girl performed a strong himelick maneuver to Amity’s solar 
plexus. She kneeled over and the girl let her fall to the ground doubled 
over. Angel put her foot on Amity’s shoulder and pushed, knocking her to the 
side. Within moments the other girls spread out all of Amity’s limbs and 
held them to the ground. Angel sat down on Amity’s stomach and waited for 
the girl to recover. “W-what? Please stop, please...” Amity begged.
“Sorry bitch, but you shouldn’t have messed around with my little prank.” 
Angel lifted herself a bit and dropped her weight on Amity’s gut. Amity 
tried to pull her arms and legs in but the other girls had too strong a 
grip. Angel sneered. “See what your tampering did?” she slapped Amity across 
the face. “Little bitch.” she slid down until she sat on Amity’s thighs, 
then pulled her arm back. “No! No! Please, I’m sorry, I-ohhhhh!” she moaned 
as Angel’s fist sunk into her soft stomach. “Ohhh... please stop, I didn’t 
mean to...” Angel struck again and watched as Amity’s face grew flushed and 
started to sweat. “Sorry honey, you should have thought about your actions.” 
Angel moved back onto Amity’s fluttering stomach and pressed her weight 
down, enjoying the sound of Amity pant and groan. She slapped Amity in the 
face, then back handed her, a slap again, and repeated the process until 
Amity was reduced to a sobbing state. Angel punched Amity in the face once 
and heard the nice slap of her fist hitting flesh. She delivered one final 
blow to Amity’s solar-plexus and the girls got up and left, leaving Amity a 
small, huddled ball weeping on the ground.

End of Part 1