Natalie's protection.
By Bumsquashed.
Natalie demands money with menace.

I parked my car as close to the school as I could. I was nervous 
about working in a new area and wanted to try and keep the car 
somewhere visible and comparatively safe. As I was locking the 
door I heard a voice behind me say 'Hi, I'm Natalie' and ask 
whether I wanted to pay for protection. I turned round to see a 
young girl no more than 4'9" but over 110lb. She could not have 
been more than thirteen. I asked what she meant and she explained 
that the teachers all paid protection round here, and she could 
tell from my car and my clothes that I must be the new teacher. I 
was fed up with the car anyway and no way was I going to pay 
protection to this little girl, so I explained that I would take 
my chances that my car wouldn't get damaged and needed no 
protection for it. She looked at my car and agreed that it was a 
heap of junk and it would be a waste of money protecting it, but 
added that we would discuss protection later. I thought for a 
while about what she might have meant, but eventually the new day 
totally occupied my mind and I forgot all about her.
After lessons had finished and all of the kids had left I made my 
way back to the car, quite satisfied that I had chosen the right 
school. None of the pupils seemed to be a problem, and everyone 
seemed very well behaved. It was almost as if they were all afraid 
to step out of line, as if they had had their spirit beaten out of 
them.
I opened the car door and put my bag inside and my jacket on the 
back seat. But before I could open the front door and climb in I 
felt a hand on my wrist. It was the girl demanding protection 
money again. She again explained that I needed to buy protection 
and again agreed that my car wasn't worth the bother. But she 
persisted in holding my wrist and although I tugged to free myself 
from her grip, I found that I could not do so without having to 
jerk hard, which I did not want to do. I did not want to hurt her. 
She began to pull me away from the car and I think she surprised 
me because before I could stop her we were already a couple of 
yards away. Calmly and confidently she told me that she was going 
to show me why I needed protection, and why I needed her to give 
it. She reached out to take my hand, presumably to lead me 
somewhere and show me who she was protecting me from but then 
suddenly she interlocked her fingers with mine and began to 
squeeze them together. I would like to claim she caught me by 
surprise again, but she did this so very slowly and deliberately 
that I had ample chance to fight back. Except I couldn't. She was 
crushing my fingers and I could do nothing to stop her. I couldn't 
pull away and I couldn't hurt her back. Ridiculous as it seemed 
her fingers were clearly stronger than mine, at least in this test 
of strength. I told her to stop, but she smiled and told me that 
she couldn't stop because I didn't have protection. Then she 
twisted my hand at the wrist so that our fingers were pointing 
down and started to bend my fingers upwards. I stood on tiptoe to 
try to ride the pain and used both my hands to push back against 
one of hers but I couldn't stop her remorseless pressure. I 
couldn't believe how easily she was making me wince with pain and 
I couldn't figure out how I could get out of this excruciating 
hold. Then she suddenly stepped up a gear. Up until then she had 
been playing with me. I think I saw a bulge of teen biceps in her 
arm and I know I saw her forearm ripple and then she delivered so 
much power and pain that I cried out in shock. She had bent my 
hand back way beyond the usual limit of my wrist. My feet 
momentarily left the ground as incredibly she supported me in the 
air with her one hand. I slapped out at her with my free hand. 
Stupid move. She let go of my hand and stepped back from me. The 
look on her face was not hostile, but cold, calculating and 
businesslike. Okay then teacher, you've lost the strength test, 
let's see how good you are at boxing. And she put up her fists, 
all 4'9" of her and beckoned me on. She was between me and my car 
so I had to go round her. I put my hands up palms outward to 
defend myself and tried to walk round her. She swiped her hands at 
mine to knock them away and started to shadow jab in my direction, 
not making contact but backing me up against the wall as I tried 
to avoid any further confontration. Suddenly she grinned and 
changed to a more aggressive stance, then jabbed twice. The first 
blow caught me on my lip which hurt, and the second caught me plum 
on my nose, jarring my head back. Again she was finding this so 
very easy. She began to toy with me, keeping me backed up and 
picking me off with alternate punches, face, body, arms, face. Try 
as I might I couldn't avoid the punches and I couldn't defend 
myself against them either. She was too fast and too strong. 
Eventually I lost my rag and I swung out at her. I connected with 
her shoulder and maybe even knocked her slightly off balance but 
no more than that. She still kept me up against the wall. Okay 
teacher, that’s more like it, lets get it on. And she began to up 
the number of punches. I swung and jabbed and feigned and parried 
and she just swayed on her sweet little hips and dodged almost all 
of my punches and didn't even feel the few I landed and her grin 
got bigger and bigger and then she started to punch me harder. The 
first hard punch caught me in the chest and felt like a hammer. 
The next one almost took my head off and turned me round 180 
degrees. I felt her hand tug at my arm and turn me around but I 
was too dizzy to respond. I stood there with my guard down, wide 
open for her to finish me off, and she just dropped her hands and 
stepped back. Okay teacher, I beat you at boxing as well. We both 
know I could finish you off easily, and we both know that it only 
takes me two punches to knock you out. That's anywhere and anytime 
I feel like it. Don't you forget that, its an important lesson. I 
can punch much harder than that, but you're no use to me dead. Now 
we know I have the stronger arms and the harder punches, lets just 
wrap up these little negotiations with a bit of all-in wrestling. 
I've gone easy on you so far, but that was only to make you last a 
bit longer. This time you will have to defend yourself and not 
rely on my good will to protect you. Unless you are willing to pay 
for me to protect you that is.

Maybe I was dazed, maybe I am stupid, but I pushed at her to get 
her out of my way. This nonsense had gone on long enough and I 
really didn't have time to stand here fighting with a little 
thirteen year old girl. She pushed back and in no time we had our 
arms entwined in a classic grappling stance. Whether she knew more 
than I did, whether she was faster or whether she was just so much 
stronger I don't know, but it didn't take me long to realise that 
one of us was in control of this situation and at the moment it 
wasn't me. Natalie brushed my arms aside and jumped up to get me 
in a headlock. I could have supported her weight if it hadn't been 
for the incredible power of her hard muscle-rippling forearm. She 
was squeezing my head so badly that I had to bend forward and she 
shoved her butt into my hip and flung me onto the hard ground. The 
headlock was unbearable and if I had been able to speak I would 
have begged my submission, but Natalie had me in such a way that I 
couldn't speak. Her legs worked my body between them and then her 
chunky thighs began to crush my torso. This was unreal. A grown 
man being crushed by a little girl, a thirteen year old boa 
constrictor in a blouse and short skirt. She put me out cold. I 
couldn't escape and I couldn't withstand her strength. I came 
round on my back while she leant against the wall nearby watching 
me. Okay teacher, ready to pay protection? Doesn't matter if 
you're not, I'm only just getting started. As I tried to stand I 
could feel intense pain in my ribs and back. This wasn't 
happening. This girl wasn't doing this to me. But she was, and she 
did. As I got to my feet she again wrapped her arms round my 
forearms and gripped the backs of my elbows in her hands. I pulled 
against her helplessly but she was in charge and she just fell 
backwards, pushing her foot into my stomach and flipping me back 
over her head to land on my back. She flipped herself over 
backwards as well and landed astride me, her thighs either side of 
my head. I looked up into her eyes and it hurt to be laughed at by 
such a young girl. She asked me again to pay up but I wasn't given 
time to answer because she immediately squeezed my head between 
her hard tanned thighs and laughed aloud at my feeble attempts to 
pry them off. As her butt sank deeper into my windpipe I felt my 
head drifting again and this time came too with her standing over 
my head, looking down at me. Her legs looked awesome from this 
viewpoint. I knew how solid they were because they had just 
squeezed the living daylights out of me, but they still looked 
incredibly buffed and frighteningly strong. She placed her feet 
either side of my head and squeezed. As she did so she fell 
backwards to first a sitting position and then rolled back onto 
her shoulders, swinging her legs in the air and raising my body up 
with them. At maximum height she placed her hands on the floor 
behind her head and swivelled sharply like a breakdancer. Her head 
swivelled, followed by her shoulders, followed by her torso, 
followed by her hips, followed by her legs, followed by me. I was 
flipped over and slammed on my back again. Her legs wrapped 
themselves around my neck in an unbreakable figure four and little 
Natalie turned up the power again. I feebly scratched her lethal 
young legs but couldn't live with such raw unstoppable feminine 
power. Again I was put away by her magnificent quad and calf 
muscles.

I came round again battered and bruised. I couldn't see Natalie, 
but I was sure she was nearby. I tried to stand, but she had 
seriously hurt me and I could only kneel and cough, painful 
agonising coughs as my ribs and chest throbbed from her damaging 
limbs. I heard laughter coming closer. I recognised the laugh and 
my heart sank. A hand grabbed my shirt collar and roughly pulled 
me to a standing position. Two hands slipped under my arms and 
crossed behind my head and then little Natalie put me in a full 
nelson. My shoulders were wrenched backwards and my head forced 
down onto my chest, and a little girl's voice kept whispering in 
my ear how she was going to break my fucking neck for defying her. 
I was crying but she was laughing. She turned me round and she 
wrapped her arms around me, trapping my arms by my side and then 
squeezing with what I hoped was all the force she could muster. I
felt my ribs give way, I felt my breathing become impossible and I 
felt myself lifted off the ground and held there by this amazing 
thirteen year old until the constriction became too much again
and I lost consciousness. She took my money and wrote out a 
receipt promising protection from Natalie Parry for two weeks from 
tomorrow's date. I doubt I have ever spent a wiser £50.