Part Two

"Hey, la punta," a voice called out. "You lose your chulo?"

Julian heard snickers from the darkness as the others closed ranks around her. If she was going to make a break for it, she had better move quickly. The two men behind her had drifted closer to the man who had spoken from the doorway, inadvertently leaving a gap in the shrinking circle. She stepped out of her heels and darted to her right, through the gap, but one of the others who had been coming towards her stepped over to block her. Jules threw her hand out and stiff-armed him, sending him teetering backwards and landing roughly on his back.

"Ow!  Damn bitch!" a female voice shouted.

Only then did Jules realize it was a woman she had pushed over, not a man.

"Go get her, girls!" the man in the doorway shouted out. "No! Carmen, go to the left!  Damn, Lupe, don't let her get...you fucking idiots!"

Jules saw that the redhead, Carmen, had come around to cut her off. She was a large woman, much larger than the other, who must have been Lupe. Jules didn't think a stiff-arm was going to knock her over, so she launched herself into a jumping thrust kick that caught the woman in the shoulder just as she was about to turn away from it.

"Bruja! Maldita sea!" the woman cried out as she brought her arm around to clothes-line Julian as she went by. Jules saw it coming though, and looped her own arm up and through, straightening her arm as she went to place the woman's elbow in a lock.

"OW! Carlos!" she screamed in pain. Her other arm came up to strike at Julian, but the thrust was deflected and a vicious back fist punch knocked the woman to her knees. Jules sensed someone close behind her and before she could react, Carmen was on her back, her fists closing on her long black hair.

Julian didn't hesitate to lean forward quickly to allow the woman's momentum to propel her right over her head, sending her sprawling to the pavement with a grunt. Free at last, she sprinted away, but right into the arms of one of the men. Still having her own momentum, she pushed hard against him, sending him back on his heels, unbalanced. She lifted her bent arm quickly, delivering a well-placed elbow uppercut to the man's chin. He continued his fall in a less than graceful manner, and ended up on his ass on the pavement. Now everyone seemed to be shouting out directions in hopes of cornering the frightened woman.

The two men that had shadowed her up the street closed the gap in front of her, forcing her to turn to her left. The woman that she had stiff-armed was blocking her, but Jules figured it would be easier to go through her than those two men. If she could only get into the open she was sure she could outrun them all.

"Stop her, Marta! Damn!"

The woman, Marta, got a hand on her shoulder but it wasn't enough to slow her down. The sound of Julian's dress ripping was unmistakable though. Looking down she saw the damaged panel of cloth, hanging loosely in front, her bra covered breast exposed.

No time to think about that! Marta must have liked the sound of that and had reached over with her other hand to grab the other shoulder of Julian's dress. Jules tried to turn out of it, but the woman had a good grip. Balling her fist, she delivered a punishing blow to her tormentor's ribs. The woman went down, but her grip on the dress did not loosen, and the dress ripped down the other side. What remained of her favorite little black dress were just some shreds hanging from the collar, leaving her in her white bra and g-string panties. This brought a chorus of whoops and whistles from the men watching the action from the perimeter.

The delay allowed Carmen and Lupe to close in on her, and now she had all three women on her. Bolstered by their new position of power, the women began to taunt Julian, mainly in Spanish. Led by Carmen, the women wrestled Julian in the direction of the doorway where Carlos still stood in the shadows.  

With her options dwindling, Julian stomped down on Lupe's foot with her heel, causing the smaller woman to lessen her grip on her arm. She used this slight opening to rip her arm free of the woman's grip and shoot a right uppercut to the jaw of her second largest attacker, Marta. Marta went down like a sack of potatoes, leaving only Carmen with a firm grip.

Jules reached up and grabbed the hand that was holding her shoulder, planted her foot, and swiveled to her right, executing a near perfect half-hip throw, sending the larger woman to the hard, hot, pavement.

Accomplished in less than ten seconds, Julian had disabled her attackers and left them on the pavement as she turned to run in the direction of her apartment. The men, she counted seven of them now, excluding Carlos, who had yet to move out of the shadows, gave chase. All but two were out of range, but those last two were going to be a problem.

"Don't let her get past you, Eddie!" Jules heard Carlos' low voice rumble from the doorway.  

"I got her, man!" Eddie said as he moved slightly to his right to intercept the fleeing woman.  

Julian saw the second man coming in quick, and in a well practiced move, launched herself into the air, her left leg spinning out horizontally as she turned, catching the man cleanly on the side of his head with her foot. He went down.

That left Eddie. But footsteps behind her meant her window of opportunity was closing fast. Her thoughts flipped through the possible moves that would disable the man quickly enough to let her get by before the others closed in. There was an endless list, all taught to her over the years by her uncle, Max, a former Mixed Martial Arts instructor, and her brother, Kyle, the current welterweight MMA champion for the upper Midwest.

But of that endless list, there'd only be one or two that would be successful in this circumstance. She had learned that every move has a specific use, and now she was too close to use a jumping thrust kick again, but maybe...if she launched in the same manner but converted her attack to a front knee strike, combined with an elbow uppercut, it might just do the trick.

Still sprinting forward, Jules saw she would not be able to get by Eddie, so with a scream, she pushed off with her right foot, rising up so she was three feet off the ground when she collided with the large Mexican. Her left knee struck him squarely in the chest at the same time as her elbow made contact with his chin. And in a move her uncle would be proud of, her left foot swept downward to kick the man squarely in the balls.

That was all for Eddie. But the last second improvisational nutcracker proved to be Julian's downfall, as the large man caught her foot as he doubled over and brought her crashing to the ground with him. The man was in too much pain to be a threat, but now someone very strong had a grip on her throat and was beginning to tighten that grip.

Jules tried a modified back kick, but her leg struck only air, and then was pinned to the ground by the attackers leg. The captured woman was in a very awkward position, a wrenching strain in her back as the man pulled back on her neck. Soft fuzzies were beginning to creep in around her brain as the oxygen deprivation continued.

"Kill the bitch, Carlos!" Jules heard one of the women screaming.

'So Carlos has finally come out of the shadows', Julian thought. Just as well. She was not getting away until he was defeated, anyway. Besides, his minions were proving to be no challenge for her at all. She felt something touch her cheek, and knew it was Carlos' face.

"I think I will kill you, whore, but after I fuck you." He licked the side of her face, and then went to bite her ear. Jules knew this was all taking his mind off his hold, and she was able to catch a large enough gulp of air to awaken her oxygen-starved brain.

Reaching back over her head, in a painful move, Julian grabbed Carlos' hair with both hands and pulled his head forward quickly, colliding it with the back of her own head. If she were lucky it would send his nose up into his brain, if not, well...things would probably get very ugly for her.

It nearly worked, but Carlos had sensed her move and had ducked down at the last second so the blow hit his forehead. Still, somewhat dazed, his grip faltered enough for Julian to rotate below him so she was on her back.

Now she could assume a standard Judo defensive position, giving her more control over the larger man. But he was larger than any of the men she had fought at the gym, and she was unsure whether her moves would be effective. This made her heart beat faster as she looked up at the powerful Mexican gang leader above her. Was she about to be subdued by a man?

Too, her groundwork was not as well practiced as her throws and takedowns. It wasn't that often that a man was able to take her down. She took a moment longer to gaze up at the man above her and felt that heat again; the one that spread between her legs and worked it's way quickly to her brain.

Carlos had taken her down. He was very strong, and the head movement was fast thinking. A worthy adversary? If only it were true. She would find out quickly enough.

Jules flailed her arms at Carlos, feigning a girlish beating of his chest. This actually made the man laugh, but also distracted him from her right leg coming around behind his head. By the time he realized she had moved, her left leg had crossed over her right ankle, trapping his head in a triangle chokehold. Julian locked her hands behind his head and pulled down, effectively closing off his carotid artery.

Even in the darkened street, Julian could see the man's face turning purple. He clawed at her, but she easily blocked his clumsy and wild movements.

"Ge.....get her...off me, fuckheads!" he squealed.

Julian knew she could kill the man within the next couple of seconds. But that wasn't really what she wanted. She wanted him to be stronger, she wanted him to be forceful, and to take her against her will. But he was not that man, and she relaxed her grip on his head.

The others stepped in now, holding her limbs down against the hard pavement. Carlos leaned back and then brought his hand around quickly, slapping Jules hard across her face.

Taking a deep breath, Jules cleared her head and attempted to lash out with her foot, but one of the gang members was sitting on it, holding her firmly against the hard street surface. She watched Carlos reach down and grab the strip of fabric that connected the two cups of her bra, and she strained to push herself away, to avoid him. Seconds later he was tossing her torn bra onto the pavement next to her, her tiny g-string panties joining them soon after.

Naked now, Julian struggled against those who held her down. There was obviously too many of them, and she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be raped.