Amy




"Just what do you think you're doing?' I said to him. He started to run toward
his grandma's house. I ran after him and caught him from behind. I threw him
to the ground.

"Leave me alone." he cried.

"I don't think so." I said. I don't know what it was, but I enjoyed picking on
him. For the last three weeks I had bullied him. Nothing really mean or
anything, just throwing him to the ground a few times.

I wasn't a big kid myself, hardly bully material. I was probably 5'5 and
weighed maybe 120 pounds. Compared to this kid though, I was the stuff. He was
maybe 5'2 and maybe went 80 to 90 pounds. He was maybe a year or so younger
and small for his age. I was about 11 or 12 that summer.

I looked him lying on the ground. He made no effort to get up.

"Come on coward." I heard myself say, "Get up."

He kept looking toward the house. I wondered if someone else was home. His
grandma had usually been the only one home with him. She was really old and
didn't even know her grandson was being bullied.

Suddenly the door of the house opened and out stepped a stunning athletic
looking girl wearing shorts and a halter top.

"What's going on?" she asked as she sprinted towards us very quickly.

"He's the one that's been picking on me." the runt cried pointing at me.

I looked at her and swallowed nervously. She met my gaze. I hadn't planned on
this.

"That true?" she asked ."Have you been picking on my cousin?"

"Just a little." I managed. I kept staring at her. She was bigger that I was.
I would guess at least a couple inches taller and probably 20 pounds heavier.
She was well built, both muscular and sexy. She was also older, she looked to
be 16 or 17.

"That's not true." the runt cried. "He has been throwing me down on the ground
all summer. Teach him a lesson Amy."

The runt got to his feet as Amy came right up to me and grabbed me by the
shirt. I tried to twist away, she had a good grip on my shirt. Then she
grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her as she spun underneath me. I went up
across her shoulders. Once I was secure she started running for the other side
of the house.

"Come on Billy." she yelled at the runt. "I'll teach him his lesson in the
back yard."

As Amy's body pounded beneath me I looked back and saw Billy get to his feet
and start running behind us. I looked down at Amy's calves as she ran the
muscles in them contracting and expanding as she ran. As she bounced up and
down , her shoulder blade kept digging into my stomach. The ride was quick
though and before you know it, she dumped me onto the ground. Billy caught up
to us a couple of seconds later.

"How does it feel to be thrown to the ground?" He taunted.

I had nothing to say. I glanced up at Amy. I had trouble getting past her
legs. They were tanned and muscular yet sexy. A heck of a combination. Once I
did get past her legs I noticed she had a firm stomach, nice breasts (no bra)
and a pretty face. She had short brown hair and eyes.

I got to my feet.

"I won't pick on Billy anymore." I mumbled.

"That's true. " Amy said. "But you still are going to have to be punished for
your behavior."

I ran. I don't know what came over me, but I was scared. She had carried me so
easily. I ran as fast as I could, trying desperately to get to my house. But
it was no use. She quickly caught me. One second I was running full tilt, the
next she caught me from behind, grabbing me around my stomach and forcing me
to stop dead in my tracks. Then she picked me up in a cradle carry and trotted
back to the same spot and dumped me back to the grass.

"Not a good idea to make me mad." Amy purred.

"Show him what a head scissors hold feels like." Billy yelled.

Amy approached me from the front. I tried to get to my feet but she grabbed my
shoulders and pushed me down. As I tried to rise yet again, she took another
step forward, and trapped my head between her thighs in a standing head
scissors. The pain was immediate and intense. It was the first time I had ever
been scissored. It felt lots of emotions. I felt pain, but at the same time it
was strangely exciting to be held in such a manner by a sexy, strong girl. I
ran my hands along her thighs feeling the strong muscle underneath.

"Watch your hands." Amy yelled as she reached down and brushed my hands away.
My hearing was cut in half as her thighs covered my ear holes. I was starting
to get light headed from the pressure. Billy was on the ground beneath me
looking up at me and laughing. He was saying stuff like how does it feel,
Isn't cousin Amy strong ect...

It was humiliating! Every time I tried to either get to my feet or back out of
the hold, she would stymie my efforts by squeezing harder. I realized she was
too big and strong for me to handle and I was going to have to endure whatever
punishments she had in store for me, like it or not.

Suddenly Amy released me from the hold. One second I was being crushed the
next I was free. I sagged to the ground. My respite from her legs was brief
though. She joined me on the ground. I tried to wrestle with her, but again, I
quickly found out she was far too strong for me. After putting me in a
headlock for a few seconds, she wrapped her legs around my head again, this
time in a side head scissors. It had happened so fast! Not only was she
stronger than I was, but she was quick and athletic. She knew how to wrestle.

Billy must have read my mind. "I guess we should have told you Amy's in a
wrestling club back home." Billy was clearly enjoying my predicament.

Once again I was getting light headed from the intense pressure.

"See how much he can take Amy." Billy chattered excitedly as he put his hand
on her thigh just above my head.

What had seemed like intense pressure suddenly didn't as her legs violently
contracted. I thought my skull was going to crack and my neck was going to
break. I struggled as frantically as I could. I began to tap on her thigh in
desperation. It's hard to describe the pain. Her powerful legs were applying
vicious pressure now. What had been a mixture of uncomfortable pain and some
pleasure (from being held against my will by this sexy girl) now became a
matter of survival. I began to add pleas of mercy to my tapping for relief.
She didn't let up right away. She let me suffer for a few more moments before
finally letting up a little. She kept up enough pressure though to make me
very uncomfortable.

"Please let me go." I heard myself beg.

"This is great Amy." Billy said. "You've got him begging for mercy."

"It's kinda boring though." Amy replied. "I thought he would be more of a
challenge."

"Please let me go." I begged. Amy's legs tightened once again.

"You be quiet and take your punishment like a man." She scolded. I tapped
frantically as the pressure began to mount in to the terror zone again.

"Quit tapping my leg and be quiet." She ordered. "Or I'll squeeze you as hard
as I can."

I obeyed. I laid there feeling immense pain. My neck was already beyond sore
and I didn't know how much more I could take before I would pass out. She let
up on the pressure again, back to keeping just enough pressure on to keep me
uncomfortable.

And for the next hour or so, she kept me in the hold. While I was in the hold,
she read a magazine Billy brought to her. She even talked on the phone to one
of her friends. I quickly learned not to move. If I shifted trying to get
comfortable, she would take it as an escape attempt and clamp down hard again.
I spent that hour in desperation, hoping and dreading the times when her leg
muscles would suddenly contract, adding to the misery.

Finally she let me go. And once again it was sudden. One moment I was
miserable, the next I was free. My head and neck ached. I laid down on the
ground and watched Amy get to her feet. She rubbed her thighs and began to
stretch.

She looked at me and told me to get to my feet. She made me apologize to Billy
and promise not to touch him again.

"You will think today was nothing if you lay another hand on him." she warned.
Then she told me to get going. I heard both Amy and Billy laugh as I scampered
out of the yard and back to the safety of my own house.