Pecking order part 4: Self defence for girls
by Bully, bullygirl83@gmail.com
Monica uses her step-brother as a punching bag


(Another addition in Pecking order -series. Read up! For adults only. Contains
sex, violence and female supremacy.)

The school bell rang. Monica picked up her biology books and stuffed them in
her Vuitton bag, a birthday present from Mark. She put her Prada sunglasses on
her forehead. "Something special" from Ryan. All the boys in class, including
her teacher, couldn't help staring at her as she walked down the hallway in
her white skirt and matching sneakers. Her tight, deep cut top highlighted her
perky and full breasts. She swayed her curvaceous hips, smiling to herself as
she thought about the trail of desperate erections she was leaving behind. She
stopped for a chat with her gymnastics classmates, catching up with the recent
gossip. Suddenly Steve, her last weekend's date, roughly pulled her with him
away from the crowd, digging his fingers deep in her shoulder.

"Steve! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Let go of my arm!" she hissed
demandingly. After dragging her behind a corner Steve forced Monica against a
wall, holding her by shoulders, gazing deep into her cold blue eyes. Monica
thought she saw a tear roll down his cheek. The tall dark jock seemed to have
lost his usual self-assured cool. He was trembling all over.

"What am I doing? Hell, I've tried to call at least a hundred times. You could
at least answer. I- I thought we liked each other," he stammered with a
shaking voice.

Monica understood the situation and relaxed a bit. She was used to these
situations, however the desperate ex-lovers weren't usually this aggressive.
The teenage heartbreaker forced herself to come down and to handle the
situation like an empowered woman should. "Jeez, Stevey, you're okay. We had a
nice weekend, and I really liked the earrings you got me. The dinner was great
and you gave me a wonderful massage. What do you want me to say? It's not like
were getting married. I'm a busy girl, I can't just hang on phone all the
time."

Steve shook and stared at her. Then, suddenly he broke in tears and grabbed
her shoulders roughly. "You ungrateful, cock teasing little bitch! That
weekend cost me two grands. And all I get is cold shoulder and blue balls? You
were just leading me on, I know you were- I –" Steve was interrupted by
Monica's sharp knee between his legs. His mouth gaped open. The surprised boy
was still holding Monica by shoulders as she grabbed his pelvis and forced her
knee in his groin again, crushing his balls and causing intolerable pain.
Steve shrieked and dropped on his knees at Monica's feet. He was clutching his
groin with both hands, still trying to understand what had happened. "Shut up!
You don't want any audience to witness a girl beating you up, huh?" Monica
teased and looked around to make sure they were alone before placing her
sneaker on Steve's chest and pushing him on his back.

"Nobody touches me unless I want them to. And nobody calls me a bitch. Do you
think you can just buy me like that, huh? Fucking loser. You're actually
accusing me for not sleeping with you? Hah! I got news for you, lover boy:
were done." She emphasized her words by grinding her sneaker against his jeans
covered groin which he tried desperately to protect with his hands. The
moaning jock couldn't believe she had beaten him helpless in less than minute.
"Now apologize!" the girl barked as the boy broke down in tears, spreading his
hands in sign of submission. "Oh god, please, I can't take it...I think you
broke something...please...please!" She continued grinding and stomping her
sneaker against in his groin to make her point, feeling a familiar tingling
and moisture between her legs as the beaten boy begged her for mercy. Even
though Steve had lost all his sex appeal as a person, he was still a young
good looking boy. Making him her plaything would be an efficient way to tame
the macho and do some universal good for the world, she pondered while
casually trampling his groin. Monica giggled to the cheap excuse she had made
up. She was good of finding excuses for having sex. It was a bit too public a
place for the kind of disciplinary actions she had in mind though. She looked
around to make sure they were alone. Then she saw her.

A big, chubby girl was standing roughly ten meters from them. She recognized
her from the school but couldn't remember her name. The large, voluptous teen
was at least as tall as Monica, about 180 cm or so. Her jeans hugged thigh her
thick legs and broad thighs and her black cardigan could hardly hold her
feminine curves. Her over grown brown bangs hung on her thick glasses. She
wore no makeup. Plain looks, chubbiness and her silent withdrawal weren't the
kind of qualities Monica's popular cheerleader friends cared for. "Hey there!
Umm...what's up?" Monica said and turned to meet her. She cursed the
complicated situations she seemed to be running in almost daily. The big girl
was blushing and gaping at her with her mouth open. "You...you just beat up
Steve Taylor?" she stammered.

"Yes I did, but I had a good reason to. See, he attacked me and I was just
defending-" Monica was interrupted by the girl who suddenly pointed behind
Monica and shouted "He's getting away! Look, he's getting away!". Monica
turned around and saw Steve half running, half limping to his car. "Oh, that's
okay. I think he won't bother me again," she said to calm the girl down. The
girl looked at her with admiration. "He's been bullying me for like ten years
or so. Seeing you beat him was like the greatest thing in my life. My name is
Emma. You're the new girl, huh? Monica Collins? We go to the same chemistry
class."

"Nice to meet you Emma. How do you know my name?" She asked out of courtesy.
She was well aware of her near-celebrity status in their high school. She was
one of the prettiest and most talked about girls in the school.

"Cut the bullshit Monica. It's just that I thought you were like the rest of
those cheerleader sheep, sucking quarterback cock and keeping your attentions
strictly on attention whoring and the latest lipstick trends. But what you
just did to him was so cool. That guy has always been so full of himself,
especially the way he treats girls disgusts me. And they just let him, shaking
their asses and batting their lashes for this fuck! He wouldn't let me alone
either. I had to take all kind of shit and harassment from him and his jock
buddies. Just because I had the guts to stand up for myself," she gasped and
broke in tears. "I wish I could have done what you did. I wish I could have
busted his fucking balls!"

It was Monica's turn to blush and gape. Suddenly she realized how privileged
she was with the way she looked. But instead of feeling pity for Emma, she
felt hate and anger. Steve would pay, along with all the men who thought they
could order women around and tell them what to look like. She walked to Emma
and hugged her, whispering to her ear: "You don't know me. I've had the same
thoughts you do, no matter who I hang out or what I look like. I think we have
a lot in common," she said. "A lot more than ample cleavage," she giggled as
their ample bosoms came to contact.

Emma calmed down and giggled. "You're beautiful, nice and funny. Totally
unfair."

The girls looked at each other and smiled.

"Would you like me to show you how I did it...how you can beat losers like
Steve up?" Monica asked, smiling wickedly.

"Oh yeah. More than anything. You got to let me in on this."

"Let's go to our place, it's just across the park. I'll show you a few moves
and we'll get something to drink. Ok? Now where should I begin...this sounds
like some Jedi-nerd shit, but the first and the most important thing is to
take charge of the situation. You can't beat a boy up while playing the
victim, huh? You'll gain the confidence, I promise, and It'll come naturally.
Girls have a huge psychological advantage against boys. For example," she said
in a comical low voice and poked Emma's breast with her forefinger. The girls
giggled. The weather was sweet while they made their way through the
playground, giggling and chatting. They seemed like two ordinary high school
girls returning from school. But when Jack Richards saw them approaching from
upstairs window, he feared the worst. Jack was Monica's step brother, but
during the last two months she and her mother had beaten and blackmailed him
and his father and seized their house. Monica's mother Joy had taken control
of Jack's father's savings and the boy couldn't pay his university term bill
payments. He was now delivering pizzas in the evenings, trying to save enough
to move away while his father slavishly provided the women with a steady
income. A month ago Jack would have ran or locked himself in his room at the
sight of her, but Monica had been very thorough and convincing as she had
taught Jack not run from her. He hid in his room as he heard the door slam
downstairs, hoping that she'd ignore him.

"Oh, this place is like a palace," Emma said with awe as the girls entered the
hallway. "It's huge!"

"My step dad's in banking. My mother drains all his money and I really can't
complain," she chuckled and led her new friend to the kitchen. "What's your
poison?" she asked and took a bottle of orange juice from the fridge.

"I'm having what you're having," said Emma and let her eyes roam around the
spacious kitchen and living room.

"Let's go to the gym. You can change there and warm up," Monica giggled and
poured the juice in glasses.

"The gym? Wow! But I don't have any gym wear. I'm not really a fitness girl
you know," she said and with an uncertain look on her face.

"Oh come on, Emma," Monica said an opened the door to their spacious and well
equipped gym. "Don't worry about the clothes. Think of me as your personal
trainer. If you want to I'll teach you how to use this junk. But that's not
what we're here for today. Just sip your OJ, take your jeans off and relax,"
Monica said while stripping down to her underwear. I'll get our punching bag,"
Monica giggled.

Emma followed Monica's example and stripped down to her underpants and bra.
She looked at her reflection in the mirrored wall and didn't really like what
she saw. Her face was covered with her thick glasses and overgrown bangs. Her
arms were broad and flabby and her thighs were double the size of Monica's,
her bottom was wide and her voluptous breasts were straining her g-cup bra.
The big dark girl thought she looked the opposite of her new blond and fit
girlfriend. As she promised herself to go on a diet Monica appeared in the
room with a surprise that made her forget about the selfloathing.

Monica grinned widely as she rode her step-brother in the room. "Say hello to
our punching bag," she giggled and dismounted the blushing half naked boy who
stared at Emma in horror.

"Oh my God! Is that Jack? Jack Richards?" Emma gasped.

"You know each other?"

"I totally can't believe it. We used to go to the same chemistry class!"

"Small world, huh? He's my stepbrother. He is also my little slaveboy," Monica
giggled. "We'll use him as a practice dummy for our self defence class. After
all, there's nothing like the real thing."

"You mean you beat him up as well? Like you did Steve Taylor?" Emma asked as
she ogled at the blushing boy.

"Oh yeah. That was the first thing I did when mum and I moved in. You have to
keep boys in place, and I think this is the right place for them," she said
and yanked Jack's head up by his hair. "Right, big brother?," she added and
giggled. "Get up and spread you legs. Keep your hands behind your back! Do
it!" Emma watched with growing interest as Monica barked orders and the boy
struggled to keep up with them. " Go on and feel him, Emma. Feel his body.
Feel everything." Monica smiled as she saw the excitement in Emma's face as
she slowly moved her hands around Jack's naked upper body, moving her fingers
along the trembling boy's ribs and tummy. The blushing boy couldn't help to
get hard as the girl gently explored his thighs and abs. The girls looked at
each other and giggled knowingly as the bulge in his briefs kept growing. Jack
closed his eyes and hung his head.

"Do you still think he is strong? That the male sex is stronger? Look at him.
He's so weak and helpless. He can't even control himself."

"I've never been with a boy before. I thought...I thought they didn't like
me," Emma whispered and the Monica saw that the old uncertainty was coming
over her.

"C'mon Emma. Look at him. Don't you see how you're teasing him with your body?
He's totally hot for you, trembling under your touch. I think he's going to
poke a hole in his briefs," she giggled. "Now feel his balls. How do they
feel?"

Emma pulled Jack's briefs down and his swollen cock sprung up, slapping
against his stomach. Again the girls giggled. The girl touched a boy there for
the first time in her life, loving his reaction as she felt his groin and
finally closed her hand around his testicles. "Mmm...they feel like huge jelly
beans. They're so soft and hard at the same time..."

Jack was moaning uncomfortably as she squeezed harder. "Please...Emma...it
hurts..." he begged. "Oh my! Are they this tender? I hardly squeezed them,"
she wondered and turned to Monica.

"They are so easy to hurt that it makes it all kind of unfair to boys," Monica
said while moving behind Jack, twisting his hands behind his back. "Let's get
on with our, uh, self defence lesson. Now the first thing you want to do is to
floor the guy. You might wanna be quick about it so that he has no chance of
getting you first. The easiest way to get a guy down is to get him in the
balls. I'll let you try it yourself. Jack, open your legs wide." Monica said
in his ear.

"No! Please...not this! Please Monica!" the boy panicked, speaking up for the
first time.

"Either you play nice or you'll spend a week in the basement and we do this to
you anyway," Monica whispered in his ear. Jack tried to hold back the tears
and opened his legs wide, leaving his naked balls hanging vulnerably. "That's
a good boy," Monica whispered. Emma looked at his terror stricken face and
couldn't help to get excited. She felt so powerful as this young man begged
her with his eyes as she grabbed him by his shoulders. She felt her confidence
build up, relaxed and pulled her knee back. Then she lifted it sharply between
his thighs, crushing his genitals between her knee and his pelvic bone. Jack
shrieked in pain and dropped on his knees as Monica let go of his hands. Emma
was dazed as she watched the young man clutch his groin and roll on the floor,
sobbing and gagging.

"That's pretty much what it takes to beat a boy," Monica giggled. "Normally
you might want to repeat that but Jack's so subdued it's not necessary. Now
that you have your guy down you can use your position to advantage and kick
and trample him as long as it takes to soften him up for the kill. When he's
winded enough you want to take out his hands so he'll be totally helpless. You
can either twist them around until they weaken, which takes time but is a lot
of fun, or you can just tie him up as we'll do now. Monica gave her cotton
belt to Emma. "Just do a few basic knots and make sure they are tight," she
said and nodded her head approvingly as Emma grabbed Jack's hands and tied
them behind his back by the wrists.

"Now for the fun part," Monica chirped and clapped her hands excitedly. You
can use your imagination and find out ways of making sure the boy knows his
place. You can hit him, claw him, bite him, kick him, just make sure he is
scared of you. One of my favourites is the sexy, agonizing and humiliating
scissor hold. Just sit on the floor beside him and trap his little tummy
between those strong thighs of yours." Emma followed Monica's instructions and
pulled hapless Jack between her legs. Her pussy was already tingling and the
thin boy's side felt great against her thighs and crotch. "Now you just
squeeze his abdomen as long as you like. The lack of air will make him even
weaker."

Jack moaned in pain as Emma's thick thighs clamped tightly around his waist.
He tightened his abs but Emma just squeezed harder. "He's trying to fight
back!" she giggled at Monica.

"Poor boy! It won't be long until his abs tire out."

"Oh yeah, I can feel him getting softer," Emma panted and pumped her thighs
around Jack, pulling and rubbing his body even closer to her hungry groin.
Finally Jack's resistance collapsed and he broke out in tears and gasps as the
big girls thighs crushed his abdomen. "Please Emma...I can't breathe...please
stop!" Emma just laughed and pumped her thighs faster around the helpless boy,
lying on her side, watching her helpless victim. Soon the girl started to
tremble and moan, shaking the boy violently between her thighs as she
climaxed. "Oh, I never thought boys could be this fun," she panted as she
almost lovingly caressed Jack's red tearstained face with her hand.

"Oh, we've just begun! You can basically do anything to him now, though I
prefer making him do stuff for you," Monica said. She had monitored the lesson
from a pressing bench which was getting wet with her juices. The sight of this
inexperienced girl humiliating and beating her step brother was too exciting
to watch without getting involved. "My favourite thing is to make him kiss
me," she said and walked over to Emma and Jack. She stood over Jack's head and
licked her lips "To kiss my ass, that is!" she laughed and lowered her behind
on Jack's face, facing his feet. The beaten boy obeyed the sadistic girl's
unuttered command and started to kiss and lick her between the buttocks.
Monica moaned and climaxed in an instant on his face. Emma watched impatiently
as Monica casually having her post orgasmic chill with Jack's head wedged
between her buttocks.

"Can I go too?" Emma asked Monica when she finally seemed to come down from
her orgasmic power trip. "Oh, sure! I got a bit carried away there, sorry,"
Monica chirped and made room for Emma, who followed her friend's example and
pulled her panties down to her knees before straddling Jack's face. Monica
giggled as Emma's eyes lit up as she moaned in ecstasy.

During the latest humiliating events Jack had been silent. He had closed his
eyes and concentrated on keeping conscious. He didn't want to give his
tormentors the pleasure of hearing his pleads. He felt another dripping wet
crotch on his face and almost automatically licked around Emma's asshole. He
did his best to pleasure the girl as he had learned that the sooner they'd had
their fun they'd leave him alone. He accustomedly pleasured the heavy girl who
had been his co-student in the morning. He feared that he was going to be
sick. Finally he heard her orgasm and felt her juices flowing on his face and
around his head. The lack of oxygen was making him trippy.

"As I said, this is just the beginning. You can use your imagination to
further dominate your boy and take advantage of him in any way you want,
business or pleasure. I also like to milk boys. I like the taste. And it's
rich in vitamins and minerals!"

"You mean you...milk his sperm? And eat it? Yuck!"

"I guess it's an acquired taste, tee hee. But really, you should try it," she
said and pulled the helpless boy's limp cock out and teased it hard in
seconds. "Just move your hand on it like this, see?" Jack moaned in pain and
pleasure as Monica roughly pumped his exposed cock. "Uh-oh, I see pre-cum!
Quick, pass me your OJ glass!" Monica fetched the glass just in time. Jack
came screaming as Monica milked his load into the glass and had a tase. "Thank
you, Jack! Wonderful," she giggled as she passed the glass to Emma, who
suspiciously scooped up some cum with her finger and licked it. "Mmm...you
were right. It tastes sexy! And a bit like pineapple," she added analytically
and slurped the rest of glass.

The girls left their spent and drained punching bag on the floor after untying
his hands. "I gotta go home now, it's getting late," Emma said and dressed up.
Thank you so much for your wonderful self defence lesson, I'll put it to good
use."

"It's been a wonderful day, Emma. Let's get together tomorrow as well? I'm
sure we'd have fun!

"Sure, sister! I'd love to." The girls hugged and giggled like the high school
girls they were.