Newford VI - The Bully
Vampire  Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com 



This was before I went to Newford. It had been three years since we had left
the countryside and moved to West Midlands in the charming town of Coventry. I
was doing well both in studies and in football at St. Agnes. Actually average
in studies and excellent in football.

It was a few days after my thirteenth birthday. We were playing a 2 on 2
soccer match when I noticed three girls walking towards us. We recognised them
as they came nearer. They were all in our class. The cute one was Stacy who
was the leader. She wasn't the brightest in class but was very dominant and
was considered a tough nut. The other two were Tory (a slim red-head) and Mary
(big and fat).

'Hey, we wanna play soccer with you,' said Stacy pulling her blonde hair back
into a ponytail.

We eyed them warily for a moment and Rick was the first to speak. 'We are
practicing. We are all in the soccer team and you are not. What's the point?
In any case you may get hurt playing with us.'

Stacy eyed him angrily for a moment. Then she hiked up her shorts to show us
her thighs. They were big and looked very hard with blonde tufts barely
visible on her clear white skin. Seeing that she had our undivided attention,
she lifted one foot and shook it, lumbering her beefy thighs.

'So boys, you still think, you can hurt us.' She said tauntingly looking me in
the eye.

'Just drop it,' said Rick. 'There is no way that we're going to let you girls
play. Go play with your dolls!' He sneered.

As we turned to resume our soccer practice, hoping the girls would have left
we heard Rick's voice again. 'Hey, what are you doing?' He yelled.

Stacy had slapped him on the back of his head as he had turned. We could see
Rick working himself to a fit. He was slightly taller than the rest of us and
the girls weren't short either. In fact Tory was the only one who was shorter
than any of us. Mary was bigger and alarmingly fat and Stacy was as tall as
Rick.

As Rick advanced, Stacy stepped in and slammed a punch into his ribs. Rick
scrunched forward and she grabbed his head in a side headlock and flipped him
over her hip on the grass. He squealed like a girl but no sooner had he got
his bearings that she grabbed the front of his jersey and hauled him to his
feet.

Without a word being spoken she slammed her knee into his side and Rick let
out another shriek. He was about to collapse when Stacy bent over and ramming
her shoulder to his abdomen, stood up so that he was draped over her shoulder.

Stacy looked scary as she easily supported Rick on her young shoulders. She
looked like Superman and none of us was crazy enough to help Rick. She spun
him a few times and actually lifted his entire body from her shoulders and
slammed him into the ground; which is to say that she didn't let him slide
from her shoulder to the ground but actually pressed him for a second before
throwing him down.

She plopped down on his back and pulled his hair back stretching her neck
painfully. I knew that I wasn't being a good friend standing there and
witnessing my friend getting his ass kicked but I was mortified and so were
the other two. Andrew actually wet his pants but stood resolutely still as if
frozen with fear.

Rick was crying openly now, tears running down his cheeks, blood oozing out of
his mouth. I felt sick. It was the first time that I had seen someone being
humiliated as Rick was being now. It was degrading. It was cruel. But I was
scared of Stacy. I didn't want to be beaten up like this.

'Ahhhhh... Please.. st.. stop Stacy.' He begged.

'So you're sorry for what you said,' she asked.

'Ye .. Yes. Please Stacy. I'm so .. sorry.'

'Hmm.' she seemed to ponder over this still pulling his hair. 'Alright you
wimp, I'll forgive you this time. Next time I am going to strip you naked and
blast your ass with my belt.'

She got up and stared into my eyes. I'm afraid I betrayed my emotion rather
easily. My mouth was dry and I was shivering as she continued to glower at me.
In fact I'm sure I would have started to cry had she continued staring at me.
She looked like death personified in her long sleeved sweatshirt and
impertinent shorts; her blonde hair pulled back making her look butch and
dangerous; her blue eyes glowering yet beautiful; her lovely face stern yet
entrancing.

'Lets go girls,' she said and in a moment they were jogging off the ground. We
watched in chagrin as Stacy led the pack, her big calf muscles dancing as she
ran.

In the mean time Rick had wiped off his tears and blood had clotted. He looked
at us in despair and suddenly retched on the ground. It was more from
humiliation than physical torture he had just endured. He stared at us till we
were shamed. Not one of us had even tried to help him.

The aftermath of this little incident was that we lost our next match to
G.H.School, three days later, by 3-4. Rick was our Goalkeeper. Graeme Harker
our Coach went ballistic and that was the last we saw of Rick in our team. A
week later he left the school and got an admission in another one.

We discussed this matter in the locker room and I was astounded to see that no
one is the entire team showed any resolve in getting back at Stacy. Later I
found out that Roger White, our Captain was best friends with Stacy's elder
brother and had seen Stacy beat the living hell out of her older brother for
coming late to pick her up from a birthday party. Roger had been with her
brother in the car and as they had stopped the car to allow Stacy to get in,
she had wrenched open the driver's door and dragged him out of the car before
beating him up in front of several passersby. Roger had tried to interfere but
had been knocked out by a well-aimed kick in his groin.

Stacy in the meantime had become more insolent and proud after this little
incident. Earlier she used to bully only the girls but now she had become the
most dreaded bully in all of eighth grade. She was seen slapping two boys and
exhorting their pocket money. A boy had complained to his brother who was in
tenth grade and he had tried to talk some sense into Stacy. Later we found out
that he had fractured his arm and several of his teeth were missing. His
parents terrified, had tried to ask him how he had found himself in such a
predicament but he remained silent.

Fortunately through all this she had avoided any conflict with me and soccer
team. She knew perhaps, we were scared of her and she didn't want to
complicate matters by forcing us to unite against her. Her gang had grown big
and there were five girls in it and as many boys. She however continued to
remain the leader and we knew that the other people in her group were as
scared of her as any of us.

A month later Adam (my closest pal at that time) and I were returning from a
movie show when we ran into George and Matt. They were sporting bruised lips
and torn tee- shirts. They were both in the team and played as midfielders. We
knew even before they told us who the culprit was.

'Matt and I were returning from the soccer practice when we saw two boys
beating a fifth grader. We intervened but they wouldn't heed. Things got
physical and I ended up hitting one of them.'

'An hour later,' continued George, 'We found each other face to face with that
bitch and she beat us both without giving us any chance to explain.'

'She beat the two of you single handedly!' spurted Adam.

Matt and George lowered their faces, which had turned crimson with shame. Adam
could be very tactless at times.

'Forget it guys, she is just a bullying bitch.' I offered.

'She's more than a bullying bitch; she's a fucking whore.' Adam said aloud.

I saw two girls sitting a few feet away from us staring disapprovingly at
Adam. I got the shock of my life when I realized that one of them was Tory. I
couldn't be sure that she had overheard our remarks.

The next day Adam and I had decided to meet at his house since his parents
were out for the weekend. It was around six in the evening as we sat playing
soccer on his Video game. I think I heard some noise as if someone had opened
the door.

'When are your parents coming back?' I asked Adam.

'On Monday,' he said. 'Why?'

'I thought I heard your front door creak.'

'You're right Julius.' Both Adam and I got the shock of our lives as we looked
towards his bedroom door. Stacy was standing there with a fierce, menacing
look on her face. There was no denying the fact that she was very attractive
with her clear complexion, her penetrating blue eyes and the sharp, lovely
face. Her black tanktop fitted snugly around her young, firm breasts and her
cargo pants were hiding the twin columns of strength which I had noticed on
the fateful day when she had destroyed Rick.

It was the first time when I had feasted my eyes upon her bare arms. I had
always known that they would be muscular, judging by the way she had almost
pressed Rick's body but I wasn't ready for what I saw. Her arms were thickly
muscled and looked incredibly firm even from a distance.

She was barely an inch taller than us but standing on the doorstep she seemed
like a giant to me. And then something happened which made me rather confused.
I felt my penis harden as I continued staring at the well-toned muscles in her
shoulders and arms.

Adam was the first to react. He took a little runup like a fast bowler and
lunged at her. Stacy was ready for him. She braced herself widening her leg
stance and met Adam's tackle head-on. Adam had hit her with massive force and
she was pushed back but she regained her balance quickly and grabbed his waist
from above. Adam's right shoulder was crushed against her abdomen and his arms
were around her arse as he tried to push her but Stacy was unrelenting. Adam's
knees were almost touching the ground as he continued with his attempt of
forcing Stacy back. She gave me a little wink and with remarkable strength
lifted Adam's body off the ground. His legs flailed uselessly as she continued
to lift him higher. By this time he had let go off her waist and she was able
to pull his body on her shoulder. Then she spun on her graceful feet for a few
seconds and threw his body towards the wall as if he weighed no more than a
rag doll.

Adam was knocked out cold as his body first crashed against the wall and then
fell on the floor. She gave him no more attention and moved towards me.

I was scared stiff but then I noticed the attached bathroom. I lunged towards
the bathroom yanking the door open. Stacy was faster and had halted my attempt
of closing the door shut.

'Oh my God, Julius. I never thought you were such a coward.' She said forcing
the door open against my efforts to clamp it down.

I knew that there was no way I could keep her out so I started searching for
something that could help me as Stacy continued to pry the door open. Right
next to the bath tub there was a window, which was open. I knew it led to the
back yard.

Letting go of the door I jumped for the window. Meanwhile Stacy had barged in
but before she could stop me I climbed through the window and landed heavily
on the back yard. Even before I could get to my feet to run, Stacy had jumped
out of the window after me.

'It's all over Julius. Don't be such a wimp. At least fight back like Adam
did.' She jeered.

'Look Stacy,' I said. 'I'm really sorry if I've angered you but I assure
whatever you heard is incorrect. I respect you very much to utter obscenities
against you.' I couldn't believe that I was begging in front a girl so that
she didn't beat the crap out of me.

She was looking like a messenger of death with her pumped up arms and her
sensual granite-like washboard stomach.

'You're such a wimp. It makes no difference whether you said anything against
me or not. If I let you go, it'll injure my reputation. I need to make an
example out of you, darling. It's nothing personal. Now wipe off your tears
and stand up.'

As I stood up so did my erection. She was looking so hot and sensual as her
body was glistening against the warm afternoon sun. But there were other
things to worry about. I knew there was no way I could defeat her but I wanted
to stay away from her shoulders because I didn't want to end up like Adam or
Rick.

She raised her arms and her biceps swelled dramatically. I grabbed them and
tried my best to shove her back. She barely moved.

'Come on Julius. Do you really think you can shove me back? Look at my body. I
can bench more than your entire soccer team put together.'

She pulled me forward and placing her right leg past me tripped me on the
ground. I fell heavily with Stacy on top. She was heavier than I expected. In
an instant she had grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head.

I started writhing like a reptile but she had me under control. No matter how
hard I tried, I couldn't get out. Her round, hard as steel arse was resting
just above my erection and with me struggling to get up caused her to shift a
little bit south and before either of us realised she was sitting on my boner.

'Oooh Juls, I could never have figured that you of all people would get
excited getting beaten up by a girl.'

For the first time I stopped struggling and looked right into her eyes. She
had a mischievous sparkle in her sexy blue eyes.

'Guess, I'm doing you a favour,' she continued as she freed her right arm, her
left arm strong enough to keep both my arms pinned over my head. She raised
her right hand and imparted a stinging slap on my cheek. 'Do you like that
lover boy?' She taunted.

My eyes were starting to water, not just because of the force in her slap but
also due to the painful humiliation she was subjecting me to. And then began
the real torture as she continued slapping me as I struggled to dislodge her.
There was nothing I could do and her slaps were starting to hurt like hell.

'You see honey, I don't really want to disfigure you but you need to be taught
a lesson.' I though I had already learnt my lesson but what she had planned
for me was nothing I could have ever imagined.

To be continued.