Power and Fury Pt.1
by demented20
6'1" Jan moves to a new school and teaches a bully a lesson.

Date: August 2003

Jan Caufield was a rising senior being forced to change schools. Never a bright optimistic person under normal circumstances, this change had her downright angry. It was a brooding anger that made her fuse short. Not saying it had ever been long, but now it was worse. Jan's tantrums were however less frequent now. She was learning to control them. She couldn't let her anger get the best of her, even if she wanted to.

No one would have known the raging storm of Jan's emotions to look at her. She had grown an inch in the past year and now stood at just a hair under 6'1". Her long frame might have looked gangly on another girl Jan's age, but Jan moved with the grace of the athlete she used to be. There was no spare fat on her body. Her belly was flat and her abs showed when she flexed them, got tired, or laughed. She loved that, it was cool to show off when she wanted to. She hadn't been the only girl at her old school with abs, but she was the only one with hips too. She liked that she had hips. They didn't dominate her shape, but it softened it. Jan wasn't filled out yet, or she hoped she wasn't. Her breast were not flat, but they weren't that big either. They were less than a handful for her hands, but she did have big hands, just over nine inches from the heal of her hand to the tip of her middle finger. They could have looked out of place too, but Jan seemed to pull it off. Most people didn't even notice the size of her hands until they reached out to shake one of them or saw her pick something up. She didn't like how strong her hands looked. They weren't man hands, but they weren't as dainty or soft looking as she would have liked. Jan didn't complain about her arms and legs. Her arms and legs were both long matching perfectly her frame. Her legs were perfectly shaped, everyone said so. Her flawless alabaster skin complimented the shape and muscle that revealed itself when Jan wanted it to. Grown women would ask her what she had done to get legs that perfect. Or they would say that she must be a runner or a swimmer, or a soccer player, or a dancer. Dancer was always Jan's favorite. For all her grace of movement she couldn't dance a lick. Her arms were covered with the same clear smooth skin and it showed off her leanness and shape. Her arms were her favorite body part. They were a surprise to everyone. People at her old school would touch her arm on purpose just to feel them. They were not too big or defined normally, they were just hard. They were only perhaps 12 inches around, but when Jan raised her hand and waved nothing jiggled. Her arms held a surprise though. One of her favorite things to do was to flex them. She used to sit at home and practice in the mirror getting her flex just right. Her biceps went from looking lean, but flat to bunching up into a perfectly peaked dual-headed monster that stretched the tape to 14.5 inches. That was 21% change. She knew because she had calculated. Most of the people in her old school had asked her to flex at one time or another and usually Jan would comply. One day so many people had asked her that she was starting to get a pump in her right arm. She was sure that if she had measured it that day that it would have burst through 15 inches. That thought brought a smile to Jan's face as she walked up the steps to her new school. Jan's face barely got her attention anymore. She didn't wear much make-up, but she didn't have to. Her facial features were sharp to match the rest of her. She had a great smile when she wanted to show it and her clefted chin made the rest of her jaw line look wonderful. She had nice lips that were perfect for her face. Dark brown hair framed her face and complimented her skin and azure eyes. People would stare at her face sometimes. It used to bother her, but now it was just a part of life.

Jan had already been through the overly sappy orientation at her new all girls boarding school, Livingston Academy. The administration had tried to show the parents how great everything was going to be. They even had videos and presentations by different department heads showing the aim of the curriculum and the special programs only offered at Livingston. Everyone knew that Livingston was nothing more than an expensive reform school for troubled girls. Jan had never considered herself a troubled girl, but her parents certainly had. So much so, that they didn't even bother to fly half way across the country from their home to be there for orientation. They had been nice enough to drive Jan to the airport for the flight from Baltimore to Denver. The two hour drive from Denver to the middle of nowhere had been interesting. Livingston was in the middle of nowhere. The foot of the Rockies is one of the most beautiful places on earth, but there wasn't anything else around. Jan had never been much of an outdoors person, but at least her parents had sent her to a reform school with the best backdrop money could buy.

It was time to meet the roommate now. Jan carried some of her luggage down the hallway until she got to room 218. Jan reached out her hand to turn the knob, but hesitated. 'How the hell had her life come to this?', she wondered before finally turning the knob and walking in. The room was not huge, but it had more than enough space for two people. There were two beds, two bureaus, two dressers, two desks, and two closets. The closets weren't the walk-in kind that she had had at her house, but would do. Livingston had uniforms anyway. Jan knew that she wasn't going to be able to show off her fashion sense very often so she had chosen to leave most of wardrobe at home. Looking around again, Jan saw that the room also had a nice sofa with matching chair and futon. Why they needed a futon Jan didn't know.

No sooner had Jan thrown down her bags than a door opened. From the sound of running water in the background, Jan guessed that the room was the bathroom. The girl coming out smiled upon seeing her new roommate standing in the room.

"Damn you're a fucking tall one", the girl exclaimed after closing the door behind herself. "Have you talked to God recently?"

"What?", Jan asked taken aback.

"Yeah, have you talked to God. I mean you're half way to fuckin' Heaven right now tall as you are! Can I have like six of your inches? I fucking need 'em right!" The girl laughed then.

Jan smiled and laughed too. She needed a laugh. She could tell that her roommate was going to be interesting.

"Just fuckin with ya. Hi, I'm Alisha von Edder." She reached out her hand. The two seventeen year olds could not have been more different. Alisha was perhaps 5'5" and had little chub on her around the hip and butt. She had long straight dark hair and dark eyes. Her skin was pale like she stayed out of the sun a little too much and her cloths were not quite punk, but close. And she had enormous breasts. At least they looked enormous on her. There was just a bit of milky flesh pushing up out of the neck line of the shirt she wore. This was going to be a new experience the new girl thought as she got ready to introduce herself.

"Jan" The two shook hands with Jan only giving her new roommate two fingers, but it didn't matter.

"Damn! Those have got to be the biggest hands I've seen on a girl. They match the rest I guess. I bet guys fucking hate you." Alisha stated quickly.

"What?", Jan asked bewildered again.

"All guys want a fucking hand-job so they can see a girl put two hands on his pole and make him feel like more of a man. It'd have to be a fucking elephant for you to get two hands on it right!"

Jan laughed deeply this time. Her entire mood had changed just in the minute since she had walked in the door.

Jan held out her hands. "No, guys don't hate me. Imagine what you can do with cock and balls with these"

Alisha laughed this time. "We have to work with what we fucking have, right"

"Right", Jan agreed. She turned to start getting her things out of her bags. "Those breast of yours are something to work with."

"Yeah", Alisha responded immediately. "I'll give you a whole fucking cup size of mine if you give me six inches!"

"That would be a fair trade I think", Jan said with a smile. "You been here long?"

"At Livingston or this room?"

"Both", Jan replied without turning around.

"This is going to be my third semester here. I came middle of the year sophomore year. As for the getting here early. My fucking parents can't wait to get me out of the damn house. Dinner parties and mixers. I don't give a damn about that shit. I just go to flirt with the married men. Fuck all the rest."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're bad?", Jan turned and asked with a smile.

"Every fucking day. That's why I'm here, right."

'Me too', Jan thought to herself as she continued to unpack. She looked around the room again to see where she was going to put her pictures and her bear. Ron, her bear, usually sat on her desk and that tradition was going to continue. Jan noticed Alisha unpacking her computer then. It was in three huge boxes with another box just for wires.

"That's quite a setup you have there. What kind of computer is that?", Jan asked.

"I built it myself over the summer. I'm not supposed to have a computer for the next six months, but my parents would let me do whatever just to keep me quiet I think."

"I looks pretty damn impressive."

Alisha smiled like Jan had called her puppy cute or something. "It's got every little gadget on it that I could think of. I used to be more into computers than I am now, but a girl has to have a hobby."

Jan nodded and kept unpacking. The two girls talked into the night, only stopping to hurry to the cafeteria and grab dinner. Jan met some of the other girls, but she was busy getting to know Alisha. Alisha was more funny by half than the other girls at Livingston. Jan did get to know some other girls as classes began.

Most of the girls were nice enough, but Jan's mother had said that women could be more cruel than men. The gangs at Livingston proved that. A few years ago one of the worse girls at the school had cut up a girl's face bad enough to need reconstructive surgery. Jan tried to avoid them and had been successful until one day.

Gym class was little more than a chance for the girls to talk to friends they didn't have any classes with. Alisha and Jan were off to one side of the gym shooting jumpshots. Jan was hitting 2/3 of her shots like the basketball player she used to be. Alisha was hopeless. Jan decided to showoff and jumped up to catch one of Alisha's misses. Jan got up near the rim and pushed the ball over.

"I didn't know you could jump that high. Can you dunk it?" Alisha asked, giddy as a child.

"I used to be able to. Let me see." Jan took the smaller girl's ball in her huge hand and gripped it tightly. She took a few steps backwards towards the wall. She ran and took off. The muscle in her calf flexed as she soared towards the basket. She turned the ball over in her hand and clank, just a little short. She stuffed herself on the rim. Jan fell straight back down.

"Damn! You were so close. Try again!", Alisha yelled.

This caught the rest of the gym class's attention. They all turned. Jan was on the spot now. She backed up and took a deep breath and held it. She stared at the rim, which now looked 20 feet tall. She bounced and headed for the goal.. She felt better about this jump as soon as she made it. She saw the rim getting closer. She turned the ball over and down. The backboard shook as Jan came back down. The ball bounced there waiting for her.

Alisha cheered like a little girl as Jan smiled and dribbled the ball. Other girls came up to her and told her how great that was and that none of them had ever seen a girl dunk, not even a really tall one. Jan liked the attention in certain way, but the 'gangs' were paying attention too.

Heather Brock lead one of the 'gangs'. She was a tall broad girl with stringy blond hair and dark gray eyes. She always seemed to be frowning. The only time she ever smiled was when something bad happened to someone else, or was about to happen to someone else. She was smiling now as she and three of her lackeys approached Jan and Alisha.

Jan and Alisha started out of the gym. The class was over. Most of the other girls had already left. Heather and her crew blocked the path. "Don't go yet", Heather started. "I have a bet here with Bekka that you can't dunk two in a row."

"I'm tired. I'll try it tomorrow." Jan tried to walk past the three. They blocked her.

"I have money on this. You're going to try to dunk now, or you're going to wish you had."

Alisha tried to get past. They pushed her back. "Stay put Betty Cocksucker. You'll want to see this. You're girlfriend is going to dunk twice in a row. Now get to it."

Jan's face began to flush. She was already breathing heavily. She wanted to punch someone in the face. Her huge hands were already starting to ball into large rock hard fists. Instead she said, "Fine"

She turned to face the basket and without much wait started towards the basket. This dunk was harder and more certain than the first. It left the backboard shaking. "Happy?"

"Ok, one more time and I win."

"That was twice in a ... Forget it." Jan turned to face the basket again. She took a deep breath and took one bounding step towards the basket when she felt something around her left leg. It pulled out from under her and she fell flat on her face. The ball shot out of her hand and hit against the back wall of the gymnasium.

Heather and her crew laughed. "Oops! I guess I lose!", Heather yelled. The other two girls howled in laugher.

Jan's face was beet red now. Veins showed in her forehead and her neck. She pushed up to her feet and shoved Heather back into the other two girls. She saw that one of them had a field hockey stick. That's what had tripped her.

"Come on, let's go, Jan!", Alisha yelled.

Jan didn't get a chance to say anything. Heather slapped Jan across the face hard enough to make her head turn, next a punch to Jan's guts. Jan didn't bend over as much as Heather thought she would. Jan smiled and looked down at the leader. She drew her arm back and slapped Heather across her wide face. Jan's hand was as big as the side of Heather's head. The slap almost knocked the girl to her knees. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth as a pink imprint of Jan's hand showed on Heather's face. The girl with the hockey stick came at Jan from the side. Jan didn't see the stick. It struck her in the side of the face once and then again. The third time Jan dodged the stick then caught it. She pulled the girl close ready to throw a punch. Then a door opened on the other side of the gym. The fight stopped as Mr. Grokman came in. He didn't really see anything so all the girls just left.

Jan and Alisha didn't talk about what had happened after gym class. They both decided that it was better left alone. Except one thing. Alisha thought she had seen her roommate get hit at least twice with a field hockey stick and there had not even been a mark on Jan's face. After a few days, Alisha let that go too. Maybe the stick had missed. Things were back to normal for Jan and Alisha. Jan would even dunk in gym class from time to time.

Most people made the mistake of thinking that Heather Brock was stupid. Heather was many many things, but stupid was not one of them. She was mean boarding on evil, but she knew when to take a step back and change her plans. Usually Heather could intimidate girls into doing whatever Heather wanted to, but the new girl was different. This would take a little more planning and a little more force than was usually needed.

Jan liked spending time in the gym ever since her dunks the week before. She had almost forgotten about the run in with Heather and her gang, but Heather hadn't. She had been waiting to get Jan alone. One of her gang had followed Jan around the campus most of the time looking for an opportunity. This was it. Half the lights over the basketball court were off while Jan shot under the half that was lit. She knew why she had quit the basketball team at school, but could come up with no idea why she had stopped playing altogether. She loved everything about it, she even loved the echo of the ball in the empty gym.

Heather's gang used the echo to get close. The shadows helped too. The basketball court was on the second floor of the building and Heather's gang had come in from the outside and walked up the steps that lead to the exits. They crept to the gym floor. Jan was too busy working her three pointers to see them. A towel was all it took. Heather for all her faults and deficiencies was good at one thing, fighting. She took the towel at both ends spun it a few times and sneaked behind Jan and in an instant had it over her head and on her neck. Jan's hands went to her neck instantly, but it was too late. Keisha, one of Heather's goons, dove at Jan's legs from behind. Jan had no chance and flew into the air before crashing onto the hardwood. Heather was pulling so she started sliding as soon as the she hit the ground.

"Let's see how you like this bitch!", Heather screamed as she pulled Jan towards the double stairwells leading down. Jan kicked , but Heather was plenty strong enough to drag her. They pulled her between the stairs one leading down into the locker room and the other leading outside. They turned Jan perpendicular so her arms were hanging over one staircase and her feet the other. The stairs were six feet apart and this wouldn't have worked on most people, but it was just perfect for Jan. Two more girls, standing down a few steps wrapped towels around Jan's arm, one for each arm and pulled down at the same time two more same to her ankles. They pulled down with all their weight. Jan arched her back as the weight bore down on small points on her arms and legs. Heather smiled and stood over her. She raised her foot slowly, but brought it down with a jump. She smashed both feet down onto Jan's stomach. The exhale of air was audible in the gym. Heather and her crew drowned it out with laugher.

"You thought you were pretty tough before. Let me tell you, bitch, this is my school!" The gang cheered. Heather dropped her knee on Jan's chest and slapped her twice across the face while she was down there. The group laughed.

Jan was coming out of the shock of being attacked. Her mind was thinking normally. The pain from the slaps, the knee, and the towels was pushed to the back of her mind. This was not anywhere close to the worse pain she had felt. Her first thought was to laugh, but then she thought that getting this feud with Heather over with might be worth a beat down or even a even a cut here or there. They would heal. Jan had a secret. So she relaxed. She still struggled against them, but only because she was supposed to. She saw Heather talking, but wasn't paying much attention until the big ugly girl bent down and grabbed Jan's t-shirt collar. A few quick tugs started the tear. Heather pulled the shirt off and threw it aside.

"Damn, you look even better with your clothes off. If I didn't fucking hate you, you and me could've had a good time!" Heather laughed. She bent down again and rubbed her hands over Jan's stomach and chest. Her movements were slow and surprisingly gentle almost caressing. She traced the ridges of her abs and then she traced the curve of Jan's breasts in the bra. Jan could feel her face begin to turn red. She was confused. Two quick slaps from Heather eliminated her confusion.

"Having fun weren't you? Just wanted to give you a taste of what the hell you missed out on. Don't get it twisted, bitch, I hate you, and you're going to have to pay. Bring me the stuff."

Jan took a mental deep breath to get ready for whatever Heather had thought of. Clubs, knives, bats, she was ready, or she thought she was ready.

Keisha, the only one of Heather's goons not holding a towel at the moment ran down the stairs out the door and then back in a few seconds. Jan tried to turn her head to see what they were doing, but she couldn't. After a few moments they walked around. Jan's eyes opened wide in shock. Her mouth opened too. Heather stood a few feet away holding a blue propane torch. Jan had not been ready for this. Heather held the tank in her left hand and a cigarette lighter in her right. She turned the black knob slowly letting the gas loose.

The nozzle hissed. It was the worst sound Jan had ever heard. She started pulling against the towels in earnest now. Heather laughed.

"That's right, bitch, something special for you." She lit the lighter. The torch lit with an audible pop. The flame was only an inch long, but Heather turned the dial slowly making the red and blue flame stretch to four or five inches.

Heather looked down at Jan and saw something in her eyes that she had never seen before. Heather knew it when she saw it and now there it was in Jan Caufield's eyes, fear. Jan started pulling harder against the towels, but the girls could use all their weight to keep her down. Heather brought the flame down close to Jan's face so she could feel the heat and see the flame. She went down her body and turned the knob all the way off and pushed it against the side of Jan's left calf. Her scream was earsplitting. A trickle of smoke rose up as Heather pulled the torch head away and re-lit it. Jan looked down at her left leg and saw the blister begin to form. It was already getting huge.

"They say nothing hurts worse than getting burned in the same place twice. Let's see, bitch!" Heather turned the knob and pressed the nozzle to the exact same place on Jan's leg. Her scream echoed off the walls of the gym, but there was no one in the gym at this time of night. The pain almost made Jan loose control of herself. Her fear had turned to panic. She hated fire. Hated it more than anything else. Tears welled in her eyes from a combination of fear and pain. Pain was something that Jan believed that she could control, but never fire. She hated fire.

Heather didn't notice, but her goons were having a harder and harder time keeping control of Jan with the towels. Jan's already lean muscles were flexing now. Sweat beaded and pooled on her smooth skin. Her abs were bunching up into striated bricks as she pulled against her bonds. Her quads were flexing harder too getting pumped under her blue shorts. Heather was too busy thinking of where to burn next to notice all the muscles in Jan's upper body flexing and straining.

"Time to taste the flame, bitch!" Heather brought the flame close near Jan's ribs. The edge of the flame begin to singe Jan's skin when all her fear, anger, and panic exploded.

Jan's body flexed diamond hard. Veins crisscrossed her chest and arms as her body demanded more energy and more oxygen. Jan yelled in a rage and thrust her arms up and crunched at the same time. The girl holding the towel on her left arm lost grip and towel went flying. The girl on the right had a better grip, and worse luck. Jan's arm pulled the girl up and out of the stairwell and sent her flying before landing on the gym floor. The sound of a bone snap echoed. Jan had pulled her legs free sending the girls trying to hold them falling down the stairs. She quickly turned and moved away from the flame of the torch before slapping it out of Heather's hand.

"I HATE fire!", Jan yelled at the top of her lungs, her anger taking over. She reached out with both her huge hands and wrapped them around Heather's throat. She stood to her full height and took Heather with her. She held the girl eye to eye. Heather was tall at about 5'9", but her shoes barely brushed the floor as Jan held her up. Heather brought her hands up and pulled and scratched at Jan's hands, but Jan only squeezed harder. The muscles in her forearms flexed, but they wanted to do more. Her shoulders were swollen with muscle and perfectly shaped. Her powerful delts held Heather's bulk without strain. Jan's upper arms were a jagged mix of rock hard muscle and throbbing veins.

Heather's goons tried to free their leader. They punched and kicked Jan, but she didn't move an inch. She held Heather up off the ground choking her slowly, her anger still burning.

Heather's face turned red and then purple as Jan's huge hands slowly contracted. Jan still ignored the other girls. Jan pulled Heather closer. Her perfect body flexed more as Jan pulled the girl further off the ground and up. She squeezed her hands tighter slowly. Heather's face was getting passed purple on the way to blue. Heather scratched and clawed at the backs of Jan's huge hands, but Jan stood steady. The tendons and veins on Jan's hands pulsed with power as she choked the life out of Heather. Her lip was curled in a snarl as she watched the fight begin to go out of Heather.

In an instant her mind cleared. The anger, the pain, and the goons hitting her was gone for a moment, just Heather remained. Jan blinked twice and exhaled. She had been holding her breath. She looked at Heather and knew that she wasn't going to kill her. Jan had done things that could have killed herself, but she never once thought of killing anyone else. For all her tirades and temper tantrums, she didn't even like to hurt people. Heather had it coming, but not death. Jan didn't want to be a killer, not from fear. She opened her hands.

Heather fell to the ground in a heap. Her goons ran over to her. Jan left the gym then. She hurried down the stairs and out the emergency exit. She didn't even bother to cover herself. She ran to her dorm and burst into the room slamming the door behind her.

"Oh my God, Jan what the fuck?!?" Alisha jumped from her bed and hurried to her friend.

"I'm fine", Jan barely got the words out.

"You're fucking shaking!" Alisha pulled the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around Jan. "You don't seem fine! Do you need a doctor or something? Should I call someone?"

"No, I'll be fine in a few minutes.", Jan's voice was shaky and thin.

"Tell me what happened! You said you were going to the fucking gym!"

Jan nodded and let out a long breath. "I had a run in with Heather and her gang."

Alisha looked Jan over and saw her leg. "No way! That bitch has gone too fucking far! I'm calling the cops!", Alisha yelled.

"Don't", Jan managed with more strength. "I think Heather's gang got the worst of it tonight. And I don't want any questions."

"That doesn't make any sense. What about your leg? That burn is huge. You need to see a doctor!"

"I'll go to the infirmary in the morning. I promise." Jan hoped Alisha would let the subject drop. "I'm going to take a shower."

Alisha nodded.

Jan went into the shower and cried as the hot water poured down her body. She cried because of fear and anger, but not from pain. The pain in her leg was all but gone. She had told Alisha that she would go to the infirmary in the morning, but she wouldn't. There might be a red welt on her leg by morning, but nothing more. Not a scar and not a blister. Jan had no scars and as far as she knew never would, but that was one of her secrets and she wanted it to stay that way.

To be continued...

Don't forget to check out part two and find out more about Jan and others.