Sometimes things happen for the damndest reasons.

Take what happened last June. Now, Muffy Clarke is perhaps the most insufferable goody-two shoes at my Santa Margarita High School - or any school, for that matter. Intelligent, attractive, and fairly rich - none of which attributes she showed off, so I guess we can add modest to the list.

She was just nerdy enough not to be in the super-popular clique, which I just didn't get. I mean, hiding your smarts is just good sense for a girl especially, but why she hid what was a killer body I'll never know. Not that I was watching, mind you, but she did have to change for gym class you know. Tits the size of grapefruits.

Muffy lived alone in this big house across town; her parents had died in a police shootout with supervillains over in San Benito. I guess that's why we didn't come down on her like we did the other nerdettes. She wasn't quite a part of the group, but we liked her well enough to kidnap her for her birthday.

Lemme explain this one. Out here it's kid of a fad to kidnap your friend and take her out to Lenny's for breakfast or drive over to Vegas for the day or something like that. It's good innocent fun. Usualy.

It was only a couple of weeks until summer break when the three of us - Kelly, Brittany and me - decided to surprise Muffy for her birthday by kidnapping her and taking her out for breakfast.

It was already seven when we snuck into her house, all dressed in black bodysuits, stirrup pants and ski masks. We had a bag to put over her head and some real cheap nylon rope, coated so it wouldn't hurt or anything. We kinda thought she'd be up already, but she wasn't in the kitchen.

We went up to her room. She was sprawled face up on the four-poster bed, in a blouse and jeans, with a magazine lying beside her. Ha - musta got in late.

But when we started to put the bag on her head - she snapped awake!

And she started screaming - not a frightened teenager scream, but a roar of anger scream! She began thrashing wildly as Kelly and Brittany held her down!

What the hell was her problem?

Her foot lashed out, and caught Kelly in the gut. In all the excitement I grabbed the lamp from the table and smashed it across her head. Yeah, it slowed her, a little - but she was still fighting! Geez!

Brittany began whaling on her with one hand while trying to hold her down. Kelly grabbed the other hand and a flailing leg. I smashed my elbow in between her legs - that got her attention!

She was still struggling, thrashing around.

All of us were panicking. While the girls held her arms, I sat on her legs and sent punch after punch into her head. Geez, why doesn't she go out? In the movies you hit her once...

After what seemed like eternity I realized she was groggy, helpless. It was time to finish her off.

"Nighty nite, honey" I sneered. I put all I had into one final punch in the tits - I'd finished a lot of schoolgirls that way, let me tell you.

Boom! Right under her left knocker!

Her buttons popped as her big boob burst from beneath her blouse.

To our surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. What she was wearing was a bright red leotard with a yellow T spread across her chest.

We all gasped in recognition. Thundergirl?!

Muffy Clarke is Thundergirl?

"Oh, my God," Brittany whispered.

"We are in so much trouble." Kelly said. "She was Thundergirl! We are in so much trouble..."

&No, we're not," I said.

"We just beat up a superheroine!"

"Listen to yourself - we, us - we just beat up a superheroine!" I gave her a thump in the titty - it jiggled, but she didn't make a sound. "see? She's totally out! She doesn't know it was us! We are not in trouble. We just... leave... real easy."

I tried to sound calm. Geez, we didn't expect things to get violent!

I opened her bedroom door - and stood face to face with a well-built black girl in a sky-blue skating dress with silver trim. Lightning Girl.

She was every bit as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

I recovered my wits a second before she did, and gave her what she'd never expect. An all-out, God-awful kick in the cunt!

Whuuulck! I had never heard a sound like that, but I never gave a girl a kick like that, either! Right between the legs!

As she bent over, I grabbed her spandex suit and flung her into the room. There isn't a whole lot of room to maneuver in a typical girls bedroom and we were gonna need any advantage we could to get out of this in once piece. I mean, we knocked out her partner, and kicked her in the pussy. She's gonna be mad!

"Get her!" I yelled, and all three of us tackled her to the ground! She bucked like a wildcat even as the girls hit her. I broke the desk chair over her head, then climbed on too. It seemed like we were punching her forever until she finally passed out cold.

Wheexing, panting, we climbed off the pounded princess.

"Oh shit shit shit. We are in so much trouble."

"We're all right - we're all right. We can explain it was just an accident."

"Oh, really?" I gasped. "Like they'd believe that."

"Oh, goooooddd," Brittany wailed. "Lightning Girl and Thundergirl!"

"They're not so tough," I said. "Three scared girls took 'em out."

"Now what do we do?"

"Now," I said, "we make it look like villains did them in."

"WHAT?"

"We're not gonna kill them - just mess them up a bit."

"But Muffy's our friend!"

"Yes, which is exactly why we have to mess her up. No one would ever suspect us of doing that. As for this twat," I said, lifting the unconscious Lightning Girl by her big brown boobs, " We give her the same, to make it look good."

I hung the miniskirted moron on a hook on the back of the bedroom door. Lightning Girl hung limp as a sack of flour.

I rolled over Muffy - Thundergirl - and pulled off her jeans and shirt, leaving her in her pretty red leotard. "Cmon, haven't you ever wanted to punch those boobs into next week?"

The girls looked at each other.

"Look, they probably think we're villains or something. Even if they saw us and did know who we are, what are they gonna do? We can expose their little secret."

They hesitated.

"Look," I sighed. "You'll never get a chance like this again." I took down the rod in her closet and let her clothes fall on the floor. I ran it up the sleeve of Muffy's leotard, across her shoulders behind her neck, and out the other sleeve.

"Give me a hand, hanging her up. Come on." Kelly helped ease the pole in place while I held up Miss Hotbod.

"There," I grunted. "Okay. We gotta be at school in an hour. We gotta punch these super-babes so far into dreamland that they'll still be napping after school."

Britanny looked at the helpless heroines. "Why?"

"Because," I said, winding up to pound Muffy's nice big chest, "We can't take them out of here in the daylight! We'll put them in the trunk, drive them out to the railyards, and dump their bodies on a train. They'll wake up in Cincinnati or someplace."

Boof! I hit her in the tits.

"But -"

"Look, stupid. If we were villains, would we leave them here? They're superheroines - you can pound them all day and not do any permanent harm. They're just gonna have a headache, is all."

"If it makes you feel any better, you two beat up Lightning Girl. I'll handle this babe."

Kelly stared at the blue-clad beauty. "I think... I think it's Missy Richardson."

"Just hit her, okay?"

For the next twenty minutes or so, the room was silent except for our fists hitting the superheroines' bodies. For a nerd, Muffy had a hell of a body - and it was fun demolishing it. The other girls were getting into the spirit of the thing as they punched Missy deep into dreamland.

We left the two good girls hanging up by their leos, totally finished. They'd keep until after school let out.

Sure enough, Missy and Muffy were missing from class. They'd miss a few more days on their little train ride.

They got back, eventually - but neither of them mentioned anything about getting clobbered or being sent on a ride out of town. Nor did they mention the notes I stuffed in their cleavage, warning them not to mess with the Sisters of Doom. Hey, it sounded good at the time.

I was so tempted to put little stars around Muffy's picture's head when I signed her yearbook. I didn't, and Thundergirl and Lightning Girl would go on to win more battles.

But I bet they were looking over their shoulders.