The Tomboy
By Jim Lake



(This is an addition to Brooksie's series on the Tomboy. It should be read
after parts I and II.)

Seven weeks had passed since he had been so savagely beaten the second time by
the 13-year Tomboy. Tom missed his weekly visits to the Farmer's Market. But
there was no way he would risk being totally humiliated again by the tough,
little blonde girl.

He had always been attracted to strong, athletic females, which had gotten him
into trouble in the first place with the Tomboy, following her around the
Farmer's Market that first time he saw her in June.

Tom never imagined that such a small, young girl could so thoroughly dominate
him in wrestling. If it had happened in private, he might have even enjoyed
it. But he couldn't erase from his mind the vision of the Tomboy's two
girlfriends laughing at him, and mocking him, as she easily overpowered a
31-year-old man and made him beg her not to hurt him.

He probably wouldn't have been so surprised at her superior strength had he
known her background.

At age 7 she lifted her 182-pound father off the ground. At age 9 she began
giving him piggyback rides around the house. At 10 she pinned her 16-year- old
brother in a wrestling match. By 11 she could walk up a flight of stairs with
her father on her shoulders.

The Tomboy could beat any boy at her school in any sport. Her brother stopped
inviting his friends over to the house after she beat four of them in a row
one day in arm wrestling, two of them high school football players.

Last year, unbeknownst to their parents, she had turned her then 18-year- old
brother into her personal slave. While her parents were away and he was
supposedly babysitting the Tomboy, she beat him up for the umpteenth time.
Their wrestling matches had become completely one-sided, the Tomboy severely
beating her older brother. He had become afraid of his little sister.

Then one time she tied him up like a pig and refused to let him go until he
promised to obey her completely. She threatened to beat him again in front of
all his friends at his high school if he didn't acquiesce.

The Tomboy took total control of her brother, despite their six-year
difference in ages. She ordered him to clean the kitchen, clean her bedroom,
clean the bathroom and fix her meals whenever they were alone. He was forced
to hand over his $25 a week allowance to her without argument. e He even had
to ask her permission to leave the house. When they went anywhere together in
his car, a block from the house she would make him let her drive.

Dominating her older brother had been so easy and so much fun, that she
enjoyed being in total control of Tom, a grown man in a wrestling match. But
he failed to reappear at the Market after their second meeting, when she had
stripped him naked and made him jerk off in front of her friends.

Tom was watching a rerun of Seinfeld one Friday night when the phone ran. It
was Julie, his girlfriend of nearly a year.

Although four years younger than Tom, Julie was smarter, more athletic and
earned nearly three times as much as Tom. Julie was clearly the boss in their
relationship. She drove on their dates, almost always paid and let him sit on
her lap.

"Tom, got a pen handy?" she said. "I need some stuff from the Farmer's Market
for Sunday's cookout. Get two dozen ears of corn, a dozen baked potatoes, some
peas, carrots and tomatoes."

Julie was cute and sweet. But Tom knew this was an order, not a request.

His stomach immediately turned queasy. He didn't dare say no to Julie. But at
the same time he was so afraid of returning to the Market and encountering the
Tomboy again.

"Julie, I can get all that stuff at the grocery store around the corner," he
replied, searching for an out.

"Tom, their vegetables are terrible," she responded. "Go to the Farmer's
Market like I told you. Please."

"Ah . OK Julie."

She detected the nervousness in his voice.

"Tom, are you all right?"

"Yeah. Guess that Mexican food I had for dinner backed up on me. I have to go.
Talk to you tomorrow."

Tom did feel sick. He wasn't just afraid of the Tomboy. He was terrified of
her.

That same evening the Tomboy's father had four of his buddies over for a poker
night. Halfway through the game the Tomboy walked into the kitchen, supporting
her 12-year-old boyfriend on her shoulders.

The two kids had been in the backyard wrestling. The Tomboy always offered
boys a handicap. First, she let him start on top, with her arms pinned. It
took her only 45 seconds to escape and pin him. Next she let him tie her hands
behind her back, and still beat him using only her legs. Finally, she told him
to blindfold her then pin her to the ground. She beat him again. Decisively.

The Tomboy took two sodas from the refrigerator, and with her 5-6, 136- pound
boyfriend still in place on her shoulders, carried him into the family room.

"That's a strong little girl you got there Bob," one of the poker players said
to the Tomboy's father.

"You wouldn't believe some of the things she can do," he replied proudly.
"I'll have her come back later and show you."

About an hour later the father heard her saying goodbye to her boyfriend at
the front door and called her into the kitchen where the card game was taking
place.

"Honey, would you mind showing my friends how strong you are?" he asked.

It seemed awkward to a couple of the men that their friend seemed to be asking
his daughter to do something rather than telling her. But Bob relished showing
her off to new friends.

The Tomboy wore black shorts, an orange tank top and was barefoot.

"OK Dad, I'll give you five minutes," she stated. "Come on, hop on."

Bob stood, walked behind his daughter and hopped on her back.

The 112-pound girl supported her father, who outweighed her by more than 70
pounds, as easily as she had her boyfriend. She did 20 squats with him on her
back.

"Abs time Dad," she said.

The father slipped off her back and stood still while the Tomboy lowered
herself to the floor. She put her arms behind her back and pushed up with her
arms and legs, rising into a crab like position.

"Jump on Dad," she ordered.

Two of the men gasped as the father obediently stepped up onto his daughter's
stomach. Again she supported him effortlessly, not even breathing hard as she
held the position for over a minute.

"OK, off," she said and the father did as he was told.

The Tomboy stood up, then squatted down. Her father walked over her and she
stood up, lifting him up on her shoulders. Then she flexed her magnificent
biceps. She had been lifting weights since she was 8.

"Come here Bubba," she said to one of the men at the table, showing zero
respect to her elders. Slightly confused the man, who was named Pete, stood
and walked toward them, not knowing what else to do.

"Jump into my arms," she told him. The man looked at her confused. "Jump!" she
ordered.

The 190-pound Pete did, jumping up and allowing the Tomboy to catch him in a
cradle. There she stood, a 13-year-old girl, supporting nearly 375 pounds.
Then she began to walk around, carrying the two men as if they were mere
babies.

Three minutes later she lowered Pete to the ground. Her father jumped down
from her shoulders.

"I'll bet any one of you $50 you can't put her down in arm wrestling," said
Bob.

"No Dad, you'll pay them $50 if I can't put them down," she corrected.

"I'll take that bet," declared Bruce, the biggest of the men, weighing about
215.

The Tomboy walked to the side of the table opposite Bruce and ordered Pete,
who was sitting there, to get up. He did.

She sat down and put her right arm in position.

"Let's see your money first, big boy," she said with total disrespect for her
opponent.

Bruce picked out a $50 from his pile of winnings and placed it near the center
of the table. The Tomboy nodded to her Dad and he put another 50 on top of
Bruce's.

They locked arms. Being just 5-8, Bruce's arm wasn't that much longer than
hers.

Pete, whom she had held in her arms while supporting her father on her
shoulders, said, "Go!"

The Tomboy quickly wrenched Bruce's arm backward, nearly pinning him in
seconds. But he managed to hold off her forward progress just inches from the
table.

Slowly, Bruce began forcing her arm back. It took nearly 30 seconds, but he
finally had their arms back to where they started. The Tomboy again took
control, forcing Bruce's arm back, within two inches of the table.

Bruce rallied once more. He moved her arm back to even, then began pushing her
slowly back. The other men, except for Bob, began cheering for him. Just
before he appeared ready to pin her, she stopped him.

With one quick thrust the Tomboy forced their arms back to even. One more
thrust and she had Bruce within inches of being pinned again. She allowed
Bruce to move her back, then forced his arm down again.

"Let me know when you have had enough Big Boy," she taunted.

She had been toying with him the whole time. She actually pulled her arm
backward, taking his arm with her. Back to even. Then she slammed his arm to
the table.

"Any of you other wimps want to try," she challenged.

They stood silent.

She picked up both 50s and stuffed them in the pocket of her shorts.

"Think I'll watch a couple of hands of poker," she announced.

She got up, moved over to her father's chair and sat down again. Was she going
to play poker with them, they wondered. But Bob moved around and sat down on
his daughter's lap. For the next 20 minutes he played poker while she bounced
his 180-plus pounds up and down on her knees as if he were a little boy.

Bruce was so shaken from being beaten in arm wrestling that he never won
another hand the rest of the night. Pete was so turned on by the Tomboy that
he also lost concentration, unable to take his eyes off her. Bob, who had been
down about $20 before his daughter's exhibition of strength, ended up winning
$75 for the night.

Before he went to bed, Tom got an idea. He dialed Dan, his neighbor. He had
bumped into him a couple of months ago at the Farmer's Market. Maybe Dan would
go with him tomorrow.

"Sure Tom, I've got nothing for tomorrow," Dan replied. "What time do you want
to go?"

Tom suggested 11 a.m. The last two times he had beaten up by the Tomboy he had
encountered her between 2-3 in the afternoon. Maybe she wouldn't be there in
the morning.

Anyway, Dan was bigger and stronger than Tom. He could protect him from the
Tomboy.

Lying awake in bed, Tom decided that he would ask Dan to drive. If she was
there, looking for his car, she wouldn't find it.

Dan agreed to drive and there was more good news, Tom thought, when they met
the next morning. Dan's younger brother, Jimmy, was going to join them. Jimmy
was 6-2, 205 pounds with bulging biceps. Tom now had two bodyguards.

Sitting in the back seat of Dan's forest green Ford Taurus, Tom felt almost
foolish about being so paranoid of the Tomboy. Did he really need two guys to
physically protect him from a 13-year-old girl, who stood 5-1 and weighed 112
pounds? Regardless, he was glad they were with him.

They arrived at the Farmer's Market shortly before 11:30. Parking was easier
and the crowds smaller than during the summer.

Tom scanned everywhere for the Tomboy, but didn't see her. He pulled out his
list of items that Julie needed and began buying them while the brothers
followed. All three were single and they spent most of the time checking out
the girls they saw,

There were not as many street performers as before, but Tom did pass a
juggler, a one-man band and several artists.

The trio had been there for nearly an hour and Tom became more comfortable as
the time passed, no longer constantly looking over his shoulder or scanning
the crowd.

Dan said he wanted to check out the watermelons and quickly disappeared. Tom
felt the urge to go to the bathroom and told Jimmy he would be right back,
asking him to watch his purchases.

As Tom emerged from the men's room and walked back toward where he had left
Jimmy, he suddenly felt someone grab his left hand and twist two of his
fingers.

It was the Tomboy.

"Where you been boyfriend? I've missed beating you up. Have you been afraid to
come to see me?"

"Damn you. Let go of my hand. That hurts."

The Tomboy bent his middle and ring finger backward, sending a severe pain to
his brain.

"Now, that's not very nice boyfriend. You don't want me to break your fingers,
do you? Are you going to obey me?"

"Why are you doing to this to me?" asked Tom, tears forming in his eyes. "I've
never hurt you."

"I saw you brought your two buddies along for protection. Just to be fair, I'm
going to give them a chance to protect you. How does that sound?"

"What do you want?" he asked.

"We're going to go meet your friends. You're going to introduce me as your
niece, Jen. Then you're going to ask the guys to follow us to our favorite
meadow, where I can wrestle all three of you."

Tom knew he was no match for the Tomboy. But he doubted she could beat Dan and
Jimmy, too.

Walking hand-in-hand, the Tomboy occasionally applying pressure to Tom's
fingers, they met up with Jimmy and Dan, who had bought a couple of
watermelons. The Tomboy increased the pressure on Tom's hand and he winced,
then did as she instructed.

He introduced the Tomboy as his niece.

"Uncle, will the nice men come with us to the meadow?" she asked in a put-
on-little-girl voice. "Please Uncle."

"She's a pretty good gymnast guys and wants to show you some flips," lied Tom.

Dan and Jimmy nodded in agreement and walked behind Tom and the Tomboy to the
meadow. She was barefoot, wearing cutoff jeans and a blank tank top. The
brothers noticed how strong her legs looked for a little girl.

When they reached the meadow, the Tomboy took Tom's arm, put him in a
hammerlock, put her free hand on the back of his head and shoved him roughly
to the ground. She sat on his back, still keeping his arm in the wrestling
hold.

The brothers looked at each other, totally confused.

"Don't move boys, or I'll break his arm," barked the Tomboy. She forced Tom's
arm farther up his back and he screamed in pain.

"Now just listen for a minute, and I won't hurt this little wimp anymore," she
said. "At least not for a while.

"We're going to have a wrestling match. The three of you against me. Does that
sound fair? Three grown men against one little girl. You see, I've already
beaten this boy a couple of times and it just isn't much fun anymore. I
figured wrestling three guys at once would make it a fair fight.

"I'll still win. I am going to beat up all three of you very badly. I will
make each one of you beg for mercy. You will submit, admit I've defeated all
of you and concede my total superiority. I am not going to use any weapons. I
will not kick you in the balls. There is no one here to help me. Just one girl
fighting three men. Now if you doubt my strength and wrestling ability, just
ask my little boyfriend here."

With that, the Tomboy shoved Tom's face hard into the dirt. Then she yanked
his head back, leaving him spitting out dirt.

Dan and Jimmy at first thought they were watching some kind of game, a family
joke between their buddy and his little niece.

Then they saw the tears running down Tom's dirty face. He looked scared out of
his wits. This little girl was serious.

She stood up and pulled Tom to his feet. As he dusted himself off, she placed
her bare right foot in the center of his back and with a shove sent him
stumbling forward to the ground.

The brothers rushed forward and helped up Tom.

"What the hell's going on here?" asked Dan.

"She's not kidding guys," said Tom, his voice trembling. "And she's not my
niece. Last time she nearly killed me."

"We'll put an end to this right now," said Jimmy, walking menacingly toward
the Tomboy.

She reacted with a drop kick to Jimmy's chest, sending the muscular, 205-
pound man sprawling. With incredible quickness, she was on her feet and rushed
at Dan and Tom. She bowled into them, knocking both to the ground. Before they
knew what happened she put each in a headlock.

Jimmy, stunned by the dropkick, regained his senses and slowly stood up. In an
unbelievably athletic move, the Tomboy dropkicked Jimmy again, using Tom and
Dan for leverage, and landed on her feet.

Dan, trapped in a headlock, realized that the Tomboy was capable of everything
she promised. This was no ordinary girl. He had to do something.

Although unable to free himself from her punishing hold, his arms were free.
He balled his right hand into a fist and swung as hard as he could into the
girl's stomach. He struck solid muscle.

"Why you little weakling," said the Tomboy, mocking Dan's effort. "Is that as
hard as you can hit?"

Dan hit her again in the stomach. She laughed.

Jimmy was dazed from the second dropkick. The Tomboy dragged Tom and Dan with
her toward Jimmy and then lowered herself to the ground, taking the two men
with her. Before Jimmy could react, she wrapped her muscular legs around his
neck and squeezed. Now it was Jimmy's turn to scream.

She had control of all three men. Tom was so intimidated by her that he didn't
even attempt to fight back. Dan continued to struggle, but made no progress.
She had purposely put him on her right side, using her stronger arm to squeeze
the life out of his neck.

In less than a minute she had beaten all three men. They were powerless
against her.

Suddenly, the Tomboy released her holds on the trio and stood up, placing her
hands defiantly on her hips.

"Get up you weaklings," she barked. "You make me sick. I thought the three of
you together could put up some kind of fight. You're like all men. Inferior
beings."

Jimmy gasped for air. The Tomboy's powerful legs had nearly knocked him
unconscious with her leg scissors. Tom, the least injured of the free,
attempted to stand up first. She quickly kicked him in the face with her bare
right foot, knocking him down again.

She approached Dan, pulled him to his feet, then lifted his 193 pounds up
across her shoulders. She spun around a dozen times until he nearly barfed.
Still holding him across her shoulders she walked over and kicked Jimmy in the
stomach as he was starting to rise. She repeated the kick on Tom, this time
using her left foot.

"Put me down, please," begged Dan, still riding across her broad shoulders.

She spun him around a dozen more times before tossing him to the ground.

The Tomboy approached the prone Tom, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him
over to Dan, just as he was starting to get up. She hit Dan with a vicious
left hook to the face, knocking him back down. She took her right fist and
buried it hard into Tom's midsection. He threw up instantly.

The Tomboy pulled Jimmy to his feet, wrapped her arms around his waist and
lifted the biggest of the three men off the ground in a bear hug. She squeezed
her arms as tight as she could, holding him like a rag doll.

"Stop. Please stop," begged Jimmy. "You're crushing me."

"Why, me?" said the Tomboy, still holding him off the ground. "How could a
little girl like me hurt a big boy like you?"

She tightened her grip even more and Jimmy screamed.

"Do you give?"

"Yes," he replied with a groan. "I give, I give."

The Tomboy gave him one more squeeze and let him fall to the ground at her
bare feet.

She returned to Dan, picked him over her shoulder and carried him back to
where Tom was, on his hands and knees, still throwing up. She threw Dan to the
ground, wrapped her steel like legs around his midsection and began to
squeeze.

With a free hand she grabbed Tom's head and forced his face to the ground,
into his own vomit.

"Eat it," she commanded.

He did.

Time to put Dan out of commission for good. She tightened the grip with her
legs and squeezed harder. She heard a crack and Dan screamed. She broke two of
his ribs.

Next she returned to Jimmy, still on the ground and groaning. She sat behind
him, put her right arm around his neck and applied a sleeper hold. It took her
only 10 second to knock him out cold.

She got up, ran 20 yards to a clump of trees and returned with some rope.

The Tomboy kicked Jimmy again, this time catching him square in the mouth,
knocking out a tooth. Blood spurted everywhere. She turned him on his stomach,
used one rope to tie his hands behind his back and another to tie his ankles.
She forced his legs forward and tied the two ropes together, immobilizing
Jimmy like a pig, just like she had done when she had taken control of her
older brother.

Tom regurgitated his own vomit. The Tomboy tied him up like Jimmy and then Dan
too, who was still moaning from having his ribs broken.

With the three men tied up and totally helpless, she removed their wallets and
took their money. She collected a total of $220. Not bad.

"Guess you three men aren't much of a match for one little girl," she said.
"Just so you remember this, and remember who's the boss, each of you is going
to kiss my feet. Tops and the bottoms. You will admit I'm stronger and tougher
than all of you, and you will obey me. How's that for humiliation?"

She stood in front of Tom first and he did as he was told, kissing first her
bare right foot, then her left. She lifted each so he could kiss the bottoms.
With no other choice, Dan and then Jimmy also complied.

"Am I stronger than you?" she asked each one.

"Am I better wrestler than you?"

"Will you obey me from now on."

Each of the men mumbled a yes to all three of her questions.

"We'll do anything you say," whimpered Jimmy. "Just please don't hurt us
anymore."

"We are no match for you," cried Dan. "We concede. Please let us go. I can't
take anymore"

The Tomboy untied the severely beaten men and helped each one to his feet.
None of them spoke or made any move toward her. Dan still couldn't breathe
normally.

"I suppose this really wasn't a fair right, seeing how pitiful you three
look," she said. "If you want to report to the police that you were beaten and
robbed go ahead. The trial might be funny, listening to you explain how a
13-year-old girl beat up all of you.

"Now I want to see if any of you guys have any balls. I'm going to turn my
back. You can hit me, kick me, jump on me, do anything you want. But you'll
have to guess whether or not I'll retaliate."

She did just that, turning her back on the three men. She flexed both arms.
Tom had never seen such a muscular and well defined back on anyone, male or
female.

Jimmy thought for a moment of hitting her in the back of the head. He glanced
at Tom, who read his mind, and shook his head no. Almost a minute passed.

"No takers?" asked the Tomboy. "Just like I thought. You're all cowards.
Anyone want a ride back to the Market?"

A weird feeling overcame Tom. She had beaten him senseless for a third time.
He still felt nauseous. And he was more terrified of the little blonde girl
than ever.

But somehow this excited him in some perverse kind of way.

He took two steps forward and jumped onto her back, wrapping his arms around
her shoulders. She put her hands under his legs and turned to the brothers.

"Maybe we can wrestle again when you two little wimps become men," she
taunted. "Next time bring three more guys. And I'll beat up all six of you.

"Now I'm going to give my boyfriend a ride home."

She turned around and walked off, Tom riding comfortably on her back.