THE CHEERLEADER AND THE QUARTERBACK
By OldDave000@aol.com


The following story is a continuation of the story published by Brooksie
several days ago.  It ended with the Cheerleader being stopped by the
football coach as she was thrashing his Q-back.  As she released him she
promised the Q-back that she wasn't through with him. After reading this
story I e-mailed Brooksie and told him what a great story it was and how I
looked forward to the sequel.  He responded with his thanks but said he had
many other projects to work on and suggested that I might try writing the
sequel.  This story is the result of my effort to do so.  Please e-mail any
comments or suggestions.



After his humiliating defeat at the hands of the beautiful cheerleader, and
the publishing in the school paper of a picture documenting this defeat,
Jake was the laughing stock of the school.  Giggles, laughter and crass
remarks followed him throughout the school.  The coach had chewed him out
in front of the whole team and Jake had quit the team and gone into
isolation.  Avoiding everyone, he was the last one to arrive at his classes
and the first out of the door when the bell rang.  It was the worst period
of his life and the only thing that sustained him was the thought of the
revenge he planned to take on Cathy.


He had been shocked with the strength she had shown, particularly with her
magnificent legs, and even thought he was sure that he was stronger, after
all he was a star athlete, he was determined to get even stronger so that
he could overwhelm her the next time they fought.  And they would fight
again; Cathy had made it clear that she was not through when the coach had
stopped the fight and her public punishment of him that awful day.  So Jake
spent all his free time in the weight room, which was usually empty when
the teams were at practice.  With concentrated effort over the next month
he added almost 10 lbs. of muscle to his 6' 165 lbs. frame.  He was now
absolutely sure he would have no trouble with a girl some 5 " shorter and
50 lbs. lighter, regardless of the fact that she was a strong, athletic
girl.  Actually Jake was off in his guess that the 5'7"Cathy weighed 125 by
about 10 lbs.  She was a star gymnast and cross-country runner, and this
activity had substituted hard muscle for what was soft fat on other girls.
However those muscles were covered by a thin layer of softness that
disguised her strength except when she used it. Then the hard muscles in
her upper arms would swell and appear in a very defined way.   Otherwise
she looked like what she was, a beautiful, shapely girl who was the sexiest
girl on campus, with legs that drove all the guys, and not a few male
teachers, crazy when she walked by in her short skirts.


As Jake exited the weight room he was thinking, as he usually was these
days, about Cathy and how she was going to pay for humiliating him in front
of the whole school.  He had been sustained for the last month by the
vision of her pinned beneath him and begging for mercy.  And he felt
himself ready to implement his vision.  He had just had a good work out and
was now benching over his own weight for the first time.  He was feeling
strong, fit and ready.


As he walked past the room where the girl gymnasts worked out he heard
sounds coming from the room and looked in to see his nemesis working out
alone.  As he watched she went through a series of floor exercises, which
showed off her strong and graceful form.  She had her long red hair tied
back in a ponytail and he noticed that her shoulders were broader than most
girls, with her back tapering down like a flattened V to a slim waist and
firm hips from which extended those magnificent legs that gave truth to the
adage that behind every curve on a woman is a muscle. (And Cathy had plenty
of curves.)  Her arms, which looked slim when relaxed, bunched and showed
considerable muscles when flexed as she worked out.  Seeing her like this
Jake felt a moment of hesitation and uncertainty, which he immediately
stifled as he walked into the room and shut the door.


"Well, well, if it isn't Jake the wimp" said Cathy as she wiped the sweat
from her face.  "I've been looking for you so I could finish you lesson.
You must really be scared to have hidden so well for so long."


 "I'm not afraid of you," replied Jake with a slight crack in his voice, "
I've just had better things to do."


"Well you're here now so I guess you ready to take you whipping" declared
the ever-confident Cathy, smiling up at the bigger boy.


"You're the one who's going to get the whipping little girl," bragged Jake
with more confidence than he really felt now that he was in the presence of
this overwhelming beauty.  "You're not getting out of here until you beg
for mercy.


"So Jakey Wakey wants to fight," retorted Cathy.  "Oh, this is going to be
such fun, but you are the one who will be begging."


With that Cathy rolled into a handstand in front of Jake and wrapped her
strong, shapely calves around his neck and locked her feet behind his neck.
 Tightening her hold on the surprised boy she twisted her body and brought
him crashing to the floor on his side facing Cathy.  Maintaining her neck
scissors she grabbed his left wrist with both her hands and stretched his
arm out straight and began twisting his arm.  In just a few seconds Jake
was right back where the last fight ended with Cathy holding him tightly
with her legs and twisting his arm.  He was flopping around like a beached
fish as she tightened her legs and twisted his arm.   Jake began felling
dizzy from lack of blood flow, while the pain in both his neck and arm
increased.


"Let me go," screamed Jake.  "This isn't fair.  You jumped me before I was
ready, just like time.  Don't you ever fight fair," the large boy asked the
shorter girl he out weighed by some 40 Lbs.


"Oh you're such a baby," sneered his tormentress.  "Ok, I'll let you go
this time," she said as she released her holds and jumped to her feet.
"Come on, get up and let's start over."


Jake slowly rose to his feet alternately rubbing his sore neck and his
sorer shoulder.  He faced his opponent as she raised her hands palms out,
inviting him to a test of strength.  This was just what Jake wanted, as he
was sure that he was stronger, even if Cathy's initial attack had weakened
him a little.  He raised his hands and they intertwined fingers and, using
his superior height for leverage, he started to press her hands back.  This
was much harder than he had anticipated and sweat began to breakout on his
forehead as he exerted his full strength to bring his adversary to her
knees.  Cathy, on the other hand, seemed to be almost relaxed, even though
she appeared to be losing.  However, instead of going to her knees Cathy
suddenly fell backward and, putting her feet in his stomach and pulling
with her hands, threw Jake over her head.  He landed on his back with an
explosion of breath while Cathy kept rolling and came down hard with her
knees on his stomach, forcing out what little air he had left.


All the fight left Jake along with his air.  All he could do is lay there
gasping for breath, trying to tell Cathy he had had enough.  But every time
he tried to suck in enough air to voice his surrender Cathy would raise up
on her hands, which were keeping his securely pinned to the mat, and drop
her hard butt back on his ribs and stomach, forcing more air out of his
body.  Jake began to panic as he fought for breath and became afraid she
was really going to hurt him.  Tiring of this game Cathy finally stopped
bouncing on Jake and, with their hands still entwined, she moved his arms
out and down to his sides while she repositioned herself on his thighs.
She then began forcing his fingers back so his arms were straight out and
his hands bent almost 90 degrees to his wrists.  The pain was excruciating
and Jake, now able to speak, moaned out his surrender.


"Please stop, I give up, I give up" cried the beaten boy, tears of pain and
frustration welling in his eyes.  All his plans for revenge were forgotten,
he just wanted to get away from girl of whom he was now truly afraid.


Cathy let go of his hands but rather than getting off him, she repositioned
his arms with his hands beside his head and scooted back up so her knees
pressed hard down upon his biceps, securely pinning his arms to the floor.
With her hands now free Cathy began to lightly slap the beaten boy's face.
"Of course you give up you loser," Cathy said in her most derogatory tone,
giving him a little harder slap, "that's why you're a poor quarterback and
a poorer fighter.  You can't take it when things get tough.  But then later
you rationalize your loss and think you can win next time.  Well, you're
not getting off that easy this time.  There is no coach to rescue you so
I'm going to give you a working over you won't forget."  "You will always
remember that you lost to a smaller, stronger girl in a fair fight.  Now
get up," she ordered as she got off of him and stood up.


Jake just lay there, out of breath and completely beaten.  "Please Cathy,"
he begged, "I admit you're better, just let me go home."


"No way wimp," responded Cathy, doubling up her fists.  "Either you get up
or I am just going to beat on you where you lay."  With that threat Jake
rolled over and, with considerable effort, got on his hands and knees
before his magnificent conqueror, who stood there with her hands on her
well-shaped hips, looking completely fresh and ready to go.  As he started
to rise she grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet.  She then
entwined her fingers with his in another test of strength.  Jake was
completely beaten but did try to push her fingers back.  Waiting until he
had her part way down before using any of her own strength, and just as he
was starting to think he had a chance, she began applying pressure and
easily brought her hands back up and then forced him down, first to his
knees and then in a prone position.


After twisting his fingers back until he screamed out in pain, she released
him and, taking his right wrist in her hands, pulled him to his feet.
Holding his arm straight from his body, she began turning his arm in a
counterclockwise direction.  Jake yelled for mercy as she continued to
twist his arm and began bending it up behind his back.  When she had a
secure and painful hammerlock she began to turn to her left causing Jake to
turn in a stumbling run around her.  As she quickened her pace Jake was
forced to go faster and faster until, no longer able to keep his balance,
and with his body almost parallel to the floor, Jake crashed face first to
the floor.


Holding his arm behind his back with one hand, Cathy sat down on the small
of his back, facing his feet.  With her body now blocking Jake's ability to
get out of the hammerlock, she let go of his arm and reached down and
pulled both his feet back toward her.  She then placed his right ankle
behind his left knee and put one of her feet on each side of his leg and
pulled his right foot down so that his left leg was bent painfully over his
right leg.  Jake screamed out with real pain as his leg was stretched far
beyond any of his regular exercises.  Cathy then added to his punishment be
bouncing up and down on his back while working his leg up and down like a
pump handle.  After a few minutes of this torture, Cathy let go of his legs
and stood up.  His arm was so deadened by being twisted behind his back for
so long, that she had to unbend it for him.


After fixing his arm she kicked him lightly in the ribs and ordered him up.
 "On your feet, baby," she told him as she grabbed a handful of hair and
lifted him to his wobbly feet.


  Then taking his right wrist in her left hand she squatted down and placed
her other arm through his legs, pulled him down onto her broad shoulders
and stood up. "This is easy, you're a lot lighter than the weights I do
squats with in training," she told him as she started to spin him around.
She spun him around 5 or 6 times until he was dizzy and then, with a shrug
of her lovely shoulders, dropped him on the mat.  Jake just lay there, with
more pains in his beaten body than he could count as she sat behind him and
lifted him to a sitting position in front of her.  She then wrapped those
luscious, strong legs around his waist and took his left wrist in her hand
and brought his arm around in a tight hammerlock.  She then wrapped her
free arm around his neck and began applying pressure to all three holds.


Her thighs cut into his sides, forcing the breath from his body once again
while she shoved his arm higher than it was meant to go.  With his neck
firmly between her forearm and biceps, she tightened these muscles and Jake
felt like his neck was in a vice.  She started to rotate the pressure she
applied to each hold. First her legs would tighten.  Then as they eased the
pressure she would push his poor arm a little higher. Easing off on that
she would tighten the vice around his neck so that he could hardly breath
and became dizzy from the blood being cut off to his brain.  For almost
five minutes, which felt to Jake like five hours, Cathy kept up this
punishment.  First she would alternate the pressure then she would apply
pressure to all three holds simultaneously.  Jake, now with tears running
down his face, pleaded and begged her to stop but Cathy's only response
would be to tighten her arm around his neck and cut off his ability to
talk.


Finally she relented and let him go.  Jake flopped to the mat sobbing, his
body feeling like one big bruise.  But Cathy was not through.  Grabbing him
by the hair she pulled his head up between her thighs, lock her ankles and
began to apply pressure.  Jake thought he had been hurt before but nothing
like this.  Her legs were unusually strong and his head felt like it was
going to burst, and, with his jaw between what felt like two pieces of iron
pushing upon it, he was sure that, at minimum, she was going to break his
jaw.  He had never felt this kind of pain but slowly relief came as, with
more pressure, Cathy rendered him unconscious.


When he came to a few minutes later she was once again perched on his
stomach with her legs straddling his sides and a snide smile on her lips.
"Baby finally waking up," she asked, taking his nose and giving it a
playful pinch.  "Now what do you have to say for yourself," she asked, as
she flex her right arm which went from a smooth 10 ½" to a hard baseball
looking 12" plus arm.  "Did you lose to a little girl in a fair fight?"


Hardly able to put two words together Jake admitted that she had fairly
beaten him and that he would never even think about challenging her again.
She informed him that from now on he would do anything she told him to do
and never, ever, would he show the slightest hesitation in carrying out her
orders or she would once again beat him in front of the whole school.  Jake
agreed readily to these conditions, as he would say anything just to escape
from this beautiful, but frightening woman. He knew he had been beaten due
to nothing more than that Cathy was superior to him not only in strength
and ability but, more importantly, in character and heart.   She had the
inner resources that he lacked and this was a concept he had never dealt
with and didn't know where to start.  So it was a confused and beaten young
man who rose painfully and stumbled out the door, leaving a smiling and
triumphant Chris to continue her interrupted workout.