The Fight
by Mecca
Anne Ngo entered the American bar almost hoping no one would notice her. That would allow her to leave unnoticed. However, when her squad noticed her young face, they erupted in cheers.
“You came!” said Daniel. He placed an enthusiastic palm in the air. She high-fived it. It was a recent maneuver she had learned from her squad. It was part of her extensive American education. “Get this girl a beer!” Daniel shouted. She smiled, embarrassed. The guys always made a big deal about her.
It made sense. She was young, eager, and cute. Most of these guys were the same age as her and had been surrounded by men all day for years. As a police officer in the Republic of Vietnam, it was her job to consult with the American military and trade information. They liked her and she felt good serving her country and her community. Despite her youth, she was good at her job and took it seriously. It was God’s blessing that she had even had the opportunity to work for her country.
She sipped on her beer as Sergeant Garrison looked on. Something about Garrison always creeped her out. But his men were harmless.
It was actually Garrison who had awkwardly asked her to come to their Tet celebration. It hadn’t been required of her, and wouldn’t be as nice as a real Tet party, but the Americans were making an attempt to recognize South Vietnamese culture. She supposed it was a good idea to show up and make sure at least one Vietnamese person showed up at a Vietnamese holiday.
Well, half-Vietnamese. She had never known her father. She had only known that he was French and the reason for her blue eyes and exotic features. She was the nửa người (slang for half-Vietnamese). This only made her more attractive to both her countrymen and the Americans. Even her real name, Anh, had been Westernized. Rather than hate her father and this part of herself, she chose to grow close to the Americans in an attempt to attain greater knowledge of that side of herself.
Anne had a good time and was happy she’d come out tonight. She and the men drank beer, traded war stories, and set off fireworks. It was a great distraction from the death and chaos they had been suffering through. A happy oasis in the storm of human cruelty at its zenith. A brief respite amongst friends in the midst of a chaotic senseless war. They had fun.
As with all good things, the celebration petered out at its end. The drunken men stumbled back to their barracks, and it was Anne’s turn to return home so that she could continue the good work she had begun as a police officer.
Sargeant Garrison approached her, himself carrying a swagger that only alcohol could bring about. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Anne smiled. Even his creepy awkwardness could not bring her down. “I’m good, thanks,” she responded, and continued her walk home.
Garrison rejected her claims, “Let me walk you home,” he proposed.
“No, it’s really fine,” she expressed, her cheeks rosy and buzzing. She straightened her stride to show her competency in walking.
“I’d feel awful if I didn’t escort you,” said Garrison.
Anne smiled again, failing to think of something to dissuade him. He was determined to walk her home, and there seemed little she could do about it. It would be fine. Probably.
They walked in silence for a few moments before Garrison spoke up: “So how was your night?”
“Good. I learned... Daniel can burp on command.”
Garrison laughed. They made small talk until Garrison piped up, “Hey, let me show you something.”
“I think I should be getting home.”
“Nonsense. You’ll like this,” he pushed.
Sargeant Garrison led her to a building that was to be the new armory. He pulled out a key and they entered. In the lobby he pointed at a door, “We just got a brand new shipment of brand new weapons. Right behind that door. Wanna pop off a few shots of a brand new M16?”
Anne smiled. She didn’t care much about gun tech, but knew Garrison expected her to be impressed. She hesitated to make it seem like she was mulling it over. He was, after all, her superior. “No, we probably shouldn’t be here.”
“I know,” said Garrison, raising his eyebrows. “Isn’t it wild?” Anne just bit her lip, smiled and waited to see where this would lead.
It led to Garrison looking into her eyes, leaning over, and slowly kissing her. It was awkward and weird, and she pulled away in the middle of it.
“What’re you doing?” he asked innocently, seemingly shocked at her for breaking the kiss.
“I think I should go,” said Anne. She could still taste the gin on his breath. She regretted letting him walk her home. She had apparently led him on.
“C’mon. Don’t be a tease,” he said. He leaned in again. She let him press his lips against his, but pushed back.
“I’m not the tease,” she insisted, her English grammar failing her in her panic. Sgt. Garrison went to kiss her again, but she pushed back.
“C’mon, I could make things hard for you. You don’t want that?” He presented it like he was doing her a favor. Garrison went to kiss her lithe neck and she felt his hands touch her thigh.
It wasn’t fair. He could make things hard for her. Her job relied on his feedback. And while she could probably get a desk job to avoid contact with the military, this position was not only a golden opportunity to serve her country, but also a way to quickly rise through the ranks. The word of an American could propel her career far. For a girl who grew up too poor to afford a radio, a career was everything.
But she hated this. She had been consuming mass amounts of American media for the last couple of years and knew that, in America, she wouldn’t have to put up with this. Things were changing for women in America. And while they were not in America, Anne still felt she had to make a stand.
“No,” she stated, pushing him away with finality. “You leave me alone.”
“I don’t think you know what you’re saying.” He was aghast.
“You’re a pervert. I’m going home now,” said Anne. Garrison seemed shocked, then angry. He grabbed her neck, threw her across the room and suddenly all went black.
***
When Anne woke she was on the floor and Garrison was over her, looking down. She didn’t feel him inside her, so that was good. But she looked down and he had pulled her shirt up and her pants down.
There was a bit of confusion as to how she got to this state, but reasoned that he must have knocked her out when he threw her. And then Sgt. Garrison disrobed her while she was unconscious. She stuffed her nipples back in her bra as he looked on lasciviously.
“Go away!” she screamed, first in Vietnamese. Garrison didn’t move, letting her pull up her pants and panties to cover her hairy pussy. But he didn’t seem like he was done yet.
Sgt. Garrison reached out and placed a finger to her lips, “Shhhh.” To which she responded by twisting his hand and striking his nose with a palm strike. She crawled backwards against the wall, sitting upright.
Garrison looked shocked and placed his fingers to his nose, checking for blood. Seeing blood, he smiled. This smile made her blood run cold.
“I guess we’re gonna have to do this the hard way,” said Sargeant Garrison.
***
As a child, Anne had almost been raped. Her mother, Thuy, was a good woman, but made many mistakes, mostly in her love life. Countless boyfriend after boyfriend had abused her mother in a variety of ways: physically, mentally, psychologically. But one boyfriend was especially bad.
Thao was bad news. Her grandmother knew it, before she died, and the whole village seemed to know it. Yet he was a good provider. So her mother had stuck with him for years, through the good and the bad. He somehow had a bustling fishing trade, although he was not from a good family. For this reason, most people humored him, although they did not respect him.
He would beat Anne’s mother and argue with her. Occasionally, he would steal from her to pay gambling debts, but Thuy always defended him because “he always paid [her] back.” As Anne was her only child, it was good to have a man in the house. But Anne never liked him.
One night, after Thao had been drinking heavily with his scummy buddies, Thao looked at Anne the way he looked at Thuy sometimes. Her mother was busy sewing in the next room, so it seemed no one could stop him when he began stroking Anne’s face.
Anne was too frightened to resist. She knew what he wanted, but had barely began puberty so had no idea how to respond. She felt certain in that moment that Thao was going to make her into a woman. Luckily, her mother entered the room and saw what was happening.
Her mother screamed at him and pulled at him. Thao yelled that she was “used up” and that her daughter was “still pure.” Why would he want Thuy when he could have a girl who was still pure and “almost now a young woman”?
They fought viciously, her mother crying and pleading for Thao to leave her daughter alone. Finally, her mother promised to give herself “in a way no man had had [her]”. Thuy promised to give Thao her “very last bit of purity.”
Anne didn’t know what it meant at the time, but as she slowly escaped the house, she could hear her mother and Thao making love. It didn’t sound like other times. It sounded like her mother was moaning in pain, not pleasure. To this day, she could recall the grunts and whines of her mother as Thao violated her.
It took years before Anne realized the extent of her mother’s sacrifice. Her mother had let a man use the hole in her bottom to protect Anne’s virginity. Not just once, but multiple times. The depravity and evil Thao had committed was unparalleled. Anne understood this sacrifice and had promised it would not be in vain. She would submit to no man, under any circumstances. Her virginity would belong to her future husband alone. She would train her mind and body to keep this oath. She prayed to God to help her keep this oath.
***
Anne had kept this oath so far. She was not about to break it tonight. So she stood tall and, as Sargeant Garrison lunged at her, she pivoted away and struck him in the ear as he passed.
“Fuck!” Garrison screamed in pain.
“Don’t do this,” said Anne. Years of learning to fight had served her well. The man after Thao had been her first teacher, but not her last. And now, at 20 years of age, Anne was more than a cute innocent girl in the local police force. She was also a hardbody with a suprising amount of muscle under her uniform, and the ability to handle herself in a fight.
Garrison straighted up, sucking in a breath. He touched his ear, looking at the blood and smiling. He was no wimp, either. With broad shoulders, long arms, and beefy muscles, Garrison was always ready to fight. This fight would not be easy for Anne.
Motivation and emotion went out the window. Career was the last thing in her mind. Anne was now operating in fight or flight mode. And she had no reason to attack, only defend. This gave her the advantage.
Garrison threw a hook, which she dodged only to feel his fist lodged in her chest. Anne spit and stumbled backwards, dodging his grasp. He was strong and the punch had made her lose her breath. She put her hands up again and focused on his fists.
Garrison threw another hook. She ducked and blocked his punch, striking him on the chin as she rose from the block. Garrison was now bleeding from the nose and had apparently bit his lip. It was clear that she was no shrinking violet. Garrison looked angry.
“What you gonna do? You can’t stop me,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You’d be surprised what I can do, given motivation,” said Anne.
Anne was angry. She was facing the same type of villain that had plagued her mother. A man who sought to take what was not his. Her soul, her purity. But just as God had intervened that day when Thao intended to rape her, he would intervene today and strike down Garrison, using her fists as His weapons. She said a small prayer to the Mother Mary, and clenched her fists.
Garrison faked a jab and Anne caught his right hook with her face, sending her to the ground. On the way down, she tried to roundhouse with her right leg, but Garrison blocked it. He lunched after her unstable figure, but she caught him and used his momentum to throw him.
“Fuck. You.” she said. “Bitch,” she added.
Garrison furrowed his brows in drunken confusion. “Fucking slope bitch can fight,” he mumbled. Anne paid his words no mind. Only his fists could hurt. In the end, he was a wicked man, and would not win. Anne was fighting for something greater than herself. Her cause was righteous.
Garrison threw a jab and Anne stepped back. He moved forward and Anne backed up again. Garrison smiled, put his arms down and approached Anne menacingly. She wasn’t prepared for this change in strategy.
With him apparently defenseless, she reasoned there was no reason to hold back. She went for the jugular, her left hand striking at his neck and her right following up with a strike to his face. Lifting his right shoulder, he blocked her left strike, which hit him square in the cheek. He took the full force of this blow while raising his left arm to block her right strike. While her right arm did not strike him in the nose as intended, it skidded off of his arm to hit his forehead.
She had just hit him twice, hard, in the face, in under a second. But he was now in control. Garrison used his blocking left arm to grab her right and she was now in his grasp. The two punches should have at least stunned him. But he was perfectly fine and upright and now in control. He was, after all, still bigger and broader. She simply didn’t have enough power to bring him down.
A better fighter would have repeatedly struck him with her free left hand, possibly aiming for his eye. Anne was too shocked at his stamina to move. He easily brought his left arm down, twisting her right arm, and struck her in the ribs with his right.
She felt rocked to the core and she crumbled to the ground. Before she could recover, he brought a swift boot into her soft stomach. Anne tumbled across the floor. She was dizzy and nauseated as she tried to rise.
It was over before she could begin. The heel of Garrison’s boot brought her back down to Earth as it crushed her solar plexus. While struggling to breathe, she felt a follow-up blow to her cheek.
Anne tumbled away. She was out of breath, dizzy, and her stomach felt like vomiting up her guts. She could see and taste blood but didn’t care to observe where it was coming from. She crawled to a stand and heard laughing.
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” laughed Garrison.
Anne would never quit. Her mother had given everything, so she knew she had to give her everything. Losing was not an option. “You talk too much,” said Anne, spitting blood. “Fat Yankee.”
Garrison closed in on her again, this time with arms up, she jabbed and struck at him as he blocked her attacks. He twisted to avoid her kicks, nearly catching a knee to the groin. She punched and struck at his arms, seeking to find his weakness. He kept his guard up, blocking all her attacks. Running out of breath, she stopped to defend. It was Garrison’s turn to let loose a fury of punches. She blocked his punches, but her arms felt too weak to endure for much longer.
Anne’s right arm fell to her side. She tried with all her might, but she couldn’t raise her right fist above her elbow. It was as if her arm was dead. As this happened, she felt a punch connect with the right side of her jaw. She had been defenseless, and Garrison capitalized on it. Anne fell.
Anne was in a daze. She wanted to get up, but she couldn’t. She wanted to guard herself, but she couldn’t. She wanted to at least curse Garrison, but was too out of breath to speak. She slowly placed her palms on the ground, tried to push herself up and failed.
“Look at ya. Pitiful.”
Garrison was speaking but Anne was too dazed to interpret. As he droned on and on, she fought to stand up, but it wasn’t happening. She could only crawl away from him. She slowly crawled, but felt him lift her head by her hair. Then her face met the concrete floor.
***
Anne came to, in the same position. She didn’t know how long she had been out. It only felt like a few seconds. Blood came streaming down her forehead, dripping down long eyelashes, obscuring her ability to see. She still wanted to resist. She hadn’t realized she was beaten yet. She tried to move her body but found it unresponsive. She vaguely felt a rough hand pulling at her combat uniform.
Anne kicked at him. She would not disappoint her mother. She would protect her body at all costs. She would protect her pride. She would protect her purity. She would protect her country from violent imperialists. But as she realized that she was kicking at him with naked legs and that her pants had been completely removed, she slowly came to admit that maybe it was beyond hope.
“What a pretty little ass.”
Garrison was speaking again. While Anne was debating over whether the fight was over, Garrison pulled her body to his. Then, suddenly, he was inside her.
Sargeant Garrison lied atop the bloody, brutalized Anne Ngo, with her lovely smooth legs splayed out on the floor. She looked a bit worse for wear, but still was the gorgeous Asian beauty he had been pining after for months. It had taken some effort, but he was now finally allowed to penetrate her brown pussy lips, and take his reward. He had no idea why she had resisted so hard when it was inevitable, but was happy regardless to be filling her hairy pussy up. Actually, he was a little pissed that she made him work so hard for something so insignificant. After all, he was a Sargeant. She could have done a lot worse. She had probably lain lots of rice farmers without a dollar to their name, and they didn’t have to work for it. This was the best dick she was ever going to get.
His thick cock hurt her. There was a pressure deep in her pussy, a pulsing pressure as Garrison drove into her. And finally, a sharp pain with release. Her purity was now gone.
It wasn’t the taking of her virginity that broke Anne, but the breaking of her oath. She had failed her mother, and was falling fate to the same type of sexist, violent rapist that her mother had been with. Men like this had ruined her mother and almost ruined her childhood. And now the circle was complete. She herself was now ruined by this type of man. If this monster could even be called a “man.”
How had this happened? God had protected her as a child, but now it seemed she was no longer under His protection. Perhaps He had seen her sins. Perhaps He was testing her. There had to be a reason. There simply had to be a reason.
Garrison humped her prostrate body, his muscular frame dripping sweat onto her back, his thick cock penetrating her once-virgin pussy. This was an undue humiliation, and Anne could not figure out how it came to be. It seemed that God would not strike him down right now. She immediately decided that he would be punished later.
Perhaps suffering was the point. She was now suffering as He himself had suffered atop the cross. She would grow from this. It wasn’t as if she were dead or mutilated. She was very much alive, and would not be given more than she could handle. She thanked the Lord for this small mercy.
“Such a good little slut,” he muttered. She cringed.
She wasn’t a slut. She had given everything to prevent this rape. She had fought him admirably. So it couldn’t be her fault. This was all Garrison’s doing. He was the evil man who had taken her against her will.
“You wanted this. You made me do this,” Garrison said.
But she didn’t. These were lies. Anne felt no remorse in her actions. Maybe this was part of God’s plan, but... No, that wasn’t right. This was completely the fault of Sargeant Garrison and no one else. She waited for him to finish using her body. It felt like it might take forever.
But then, something happened. As Garrison was ramming his evil hard member into her body, she felt a feathery tremble in her pussy. It started small, but grew. Anne didn’t understand these vibrations. It was some sort of… pleasure.
Anne grunted with every thrust, huffing out an apathetic breath as Garrison used her limp body. She had accepted the loss of her virginity and her purity as a woman. But something was happening that she could not accept. Was she feeling… good? Was Garrison giving her… pleasure?
Anne’s mouth twisted into a grimace as she realized pleasurable waves were emanating from her womanhood. After all she had said and done to ward off this evil, after the effort she’d expended to fight off this evil man who now penetrated her body… was she… enjoying this rape? That simply could not be! She was not a slut. Only a slut would lay with a man outside of marriage and enjoy it. Only the most deviant whores would enjoy a rape.
Thus the good vibrations causing her to moan ever so lightly could not be pleasure. Her moist pussy could not be getting wetter during a rape. Garrison was tricking her body. Something else was happening.
“I always wanted this,” said Garrison, withdrawing. His dick was no longer inside her body.
Anne let go a sigh of relief. She would not let this monster bring her pleasure. He may have corrupted her body, but not her soul. She was still a faithful servant of God and a good Catholic, despite what this monster had done to her.
Sargeant Garrison spit on his cock and pressed against a new target. She felt her bottom hole being penetrated. She knew that some men enjoyed anal. After all, Thao had anally raped her mother.. But she did not expect that Garrison would have this same degeneracy. She had already been raped once, and now it seemed she would be raped anew tonight. Garrison’s wickedness knew no bounds. Anne struggled to resist, but felt too weak to actually move him. Garrison had beaten every last bit of fight out of her. He would proceed infiltrating her bowels with little resistance.
Anne began a new prayer: “Father who art in Heaven do not let me enjoy this experience.” Praying for Garrison to stop or to be struck down was futile. Garrison’s transgressions could not be stopped. Instead, she could only focus on preventing the good “vibrations” she had felt as he raped her pussy. She could pray for the purity of her soul.
This prayer, too, was fruitless. As soon as Garrison had painfully broken past her anal sphincter, she felt his tumescent cock pressing against some of the same areas as before. Instead of the warm vibrations she had felt in her pussy, she now felt warm vibrations in both of her holes. With every thrust of his evil prick in her body, pleasurable waves mounted inside her. She moaned ever so softly and in no time at all: an explosion. Her entire body shuddered, her toes curling in pleasure and thighs becoming wet with her juices.
Anne tried to deny what was happening but she had heard enough gossip from friends to know what had happened. She’d had an orgasm. She realized that she was actually thrusting back on her rapist, helping him. Assisting in her own rape. Anne stopped thrusting. She hoped Garrison hadn’t noticed, but it really didn’t matter. She had cum from a rape—an anal rape, no less—and fucked him back.
This was proof beyond any reasonable doubt: she was a whore. The filthiest kind. Her body was meant for fucking, and she should not have resisted in the first place, because whores get fucked. That was their purpose. Her “resistance”? Foreplay. She was a slut and nothing could ever change that. Her soul was as black as Garrison’s.
Either that or there was no God. A ridiculous premise that warranted no further consideration.
“I’m a dirty little fucking slut,” said Anne quietly, as Garrison raped her up the asshole.