Monica



    Based on a Washington Post picture of Ohio cheerleaders at a football 
stadium, presumed varsity and all over 18

Daryl hadn't really found out how to fit in yet after transferring to the 
Corn Belt from his more cosmopolitan high school upbringing, but he had 
definitely gotten off on the wrong track when he loudly and obnoxiously 
heckled the cheerleading and majorette squad at Friday's game.  Blame it on 
immaturity, a stupid sense of humor, or blame it on the weed, but calling 
them "fat cows going to pasture" and "out of shape hooters" was not very 
wise.  His friend Barton tried to shush him up but, stoned as he was too, 
mainly ended up giggling and laughing along at the spectacle that Daryl was 
making of himself and the girls too at the all important football social 
scene.
That next Tuesday afternoon, when Daryl and Barton were in the math class 
late playing board games, Jenna came by and asked if they could both help 
move her Mustang from the grassy mud where she had unwisely parked it.  It 
wasn't stuck too badly, she assured them, and if they just helped her a 
little she would sure be grateful.  Now Jenna was one of everyman's fantasy 
girls in school.  She was about 5'10", 150 lbs, beautiful face, full body, 
dark hair, on the gymnastics team, and a cheerleader too.  These two short 
scrawny boys knew they didn't stand a chance of making it with Jenna, but 
still they were happy to help her with whatever she asked.
They were taking a shortcut under the empty bleachers when suddenly two more 
cheerleaders popped out at the end and blocked the way in front of them. 
Looking over their shoulders behind, the boys saw the drum majorette closing 
up their escape from the rear.
Jenna put a headlock on Barton and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I didn't do anything," he countered.
  "You laughed," said Jan, the stocky cheerleader who was also on the track 
and field team.
  "So you think we're a bunch of out of shape cows, huh?"
  This remark was addressed directly at Daryl from Betsy, the biggest of the 
bunch, who with Jan was crowding Daryl back against the chain link fence.
"I am the base of our nine person pyramid, and we win cheerleading comps 
every year.  See these muscles.  You don't think I'm strong?"
Betsy flexed her biceps.
"Monica particularly was offended by your remarks and wants to sort it out 
with you," said Betsy, "and good, here she comes now."
Monica walked right up to Daryl and grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"So you think I'm out of shape?"
  Monica outweighed Daryl probably 145 lbs to 128 or so, though both on 
about a 5 ft 6" or 7" frame.  He was clearly worried now, with these other 
two girls surrounding him, and his friend Barton securely in the clutch of 
the impressive Jenna.
  "I didn't mean anything by it," was the best he could do.
  "Bullshit," said Monica, "you embarrassed us and now it's your turn.  You 
and I are going to have a little wrestling match and we're going to see who 
is strong and who's not."
Barton called out to his friend, "You can't wrestle her.  She was boy's 
varsity for three years," before Jenna tightened up the arm hold on his neck 
and he couldn't say anything more.
"I don't want to fight you," Daryl said.
"We thought you might say that."
Jan quickly reached out and put Daryl in her own headlock now.
Betsy said, "You can either wrestler Monica in a fair fight, or we are going 
to make you suck the cock of your boyfriend Barton here while we take 
pictures and post them all over school.  Your choice; wrestle or suck dick, 
and don't think we can't make you do it."
Jenna began rubbing Barton's crotch area and then fiddling with his belt.
"For gosh sake, wrestle her Daryl!  Wrestle her," said Barton.
"Okay, we'll wrestle each other," agreed Daryl.  "But how do we decide win 
or lose?"
"That's easy," said Monica.  "If you pin me and make me give up, the match 
is over and you can both go home anytime you want.  If I win though, the 
match is over when I want it to be, no stopping until I think you've been 
punished enough."
"I don't think that's fair," said Daryl.
"Okay," said Monica, "if you'd rather suck cock.  You probably have wanted 
an excuse to do it anyway.  You called us a bunch of out of shape fat cows. 
Do you want to see between you and me who is out of shape, or do you want to 
suck dick?
"Wrestle her Daryl, wrestle her and get it over," pleaded Barton, who was 
well on his way to a respectable hard on courtesy of some tentative rubbing 
by the sexy and commanding Jenna who had also tucked the headlock into her 
breasts.
"Alright," said Daryl, as Jan released him.  "How do we begin?"
"We say start," mocked Monica, "and the only reason I left boys varsity 
wrestling is that I have to leave from school now early and do farm work 
five days a week."
>>From the beginning, she cruelly and confidently threw him into painful 
situations and taunted him with her superior conditioning.  Barton, with 
both Jenna and Jan now sitting on his back like glider seats, could only 
watch in fear and fascination.  Betsy stood nearby, excited by the female 
physical dominance that she was witnessing.
Barton began to wear down very quickly against Monica who was determined to 
wring out any resistance or hope before she started to use her muscles and 
really, really hurt him.  She placed him in hold after hold, keeping each 
one long enough to be convincingly inescapable but mainly making him work to 
minimize his immediate pain.
  Finally she got him in a school boy pin and just started bouncing her body 
weight on top of him.  Barton had been giving up right along as the bigger, 
stronger girl had been beating him, but now she didn't seem to be paying 
attention.
"Stop, stop please."
The words were hard to get out with Monica bouncing on his stomach.
Jenna pulled Barton's head up by his hair.  "Pay attention, this could be 
you next."
Monica made sure her pin was secure and started bouncing a little higher.
"Oh, oh, no, no, please, please."  The words Daryl uttered were coming a bit 
staccato now, almost in time with the rhythm of the bouncing and the air 
that he could get in and out.
  "Who is in good shape now, Daryl, you or I?  Who is in better shape now?"
Monica kept up her bouncing until Daryl seemed to be coming apart a little 
bit beneath her, with weakly flailing arms and just the start of tears.
"Let's try a little scissors hold."
  She moved him back into a sitting leg scissors and wrapped his arms up in 
a full nelson hold.
"Even my boyfriend couldn't take this.  Let's see how you will do."
Monica knew how strong her legs were and how impossible it would be for him 
to break loose from her lock up of his arms.  She began to apply the 
pressure around his midsection with her farm strong legs locked at the 
ankles and squeezing.  He gasped and didn't even have the breath to give 
right away.  She positioned them a little so that they could be looking at 
Jenna, Jan, Barton, and Betty.
"Let's see how much you can take."
"Ah, ah," cried Daryl.
"What do you think Betsy; shall I break his ribs, or just keep him here and 
torture him for a while?"
"I don't think he's sorry yet," said Betsy who was discretely rubbing her 
own crotch area from time to time while observing this dominance.
"Jan, what do you think?"  Jan had been taking a fairly disinterested 
viewpoint of the affairs, just a little extra muscle along if needed.
"I think you should fuck him up," said Jan.
"Jenna?" asked Monica.
"I don't think he knows how strong your legs are yet, and I think you ought 
to show him, perhaps a cracked rib or two and then a head scissors."
Daryl started to reasonably panic at this but there was nothing that he 
could do.
Betsy chimed back in.  "I know.  Let's play with this for a while.  Monix, I 
don't even know how strong your legs are and I see you every day.  Let's 
experiment and test. Jenna, ball up one of your socks and put it in his 
mouth but otherwise let's see how much Monica can make him scream.  After 
that I agree, you should definitely use a strong head scissors to knock him 
out."
Barton, to his small credit, tried to say that his friend had had enough.
Jenna, who had taken a particular interest in this small weakling, said that 
she would mimic Monica's hold for him, and indeed wrapped her legs and arms 
around him in the similar style, but without much pressure.
She sexily leaned into his ear.  "Let me know if you want to feel strong 
legs.  I can make the experience of your buddy come alive for you if you 
like."
Under the empty, off time bleachers there was no one who would come along to 
interrupt, to rescue, this display of female revenge.  The four girls had 
all the time they wanted to fuck with and disturb the two punk geeks who had 
insulted them so badly.
Monica was enjoying the input from her friends and filtering through her own 
experiences with Daryl.  She had really enjoyed beating him like she 
planned, enjoyed it even more than she thought and this pause to check what 
she was doing surprised her a little.  Monica had thought that after they 
were underway they would have second thoughts or misapprehensions, maybe 
abandon what the gang of them was doing if they went too far but it didn't 
feel like that at all.  This felt good, empowering, and the guys were even 
more wusses than expected.
She happily took Daryl into a more exact full scissors about the arms and 
shoulders and began to apply full pressure about his waist.  She crushed 
him, while he was helpless to resist or twist out.  He would have been 
screaming more but the sock was in his mouth and the girls all thought it 
was funny that he could not.
Jenna let Barton have just a little taste.  "Just tell me when you are 
ready," she said, "by tapping on my legs."
It was not very long at all before he was practice tapping on her firm, firm 
legs.
Meanwhile, Daryl was desperately tapping for all he could do on Monica's 
majorette legs but she had no interest in letting him get relief.
"I want you to hurt," she said.  "Not hurting yet, Oh well, I can't hear 
you."
Daryl was pressing his hands towards the thighs at these hands, crying now, 
no doubt.  She was laughing at him but he was doing everything that he could 
to show obedience, lack of will.  Still, that wasn't enough.  She was going 
to knock him out next in her legs with pure pressure and pain and nothing, 
no nothing, could be done or said to talk her out of that enjoyment.
Daryl screamed and yelled, and though it was muffled through the sock, the 
girls all enjoyed it.  Barton got more and more nervous, especially as Jenna 
began to act out a head scissors move with a little bit of strong force that 
was just a taste to be sure, and a sexy tease, but was painful and scary to 
him nevertheless.  Daryl was in very bad shape.  Monica just bothered him, 
with a clamping body scissors nearly cutting him in half, forcing him to 
retch due to the pain and almost certainly breaking or cracking ribs.  After 
the awful body torture she maneuvered Daryl into a head scissors hold that 
placed all her formidable full pressure onto his skull.  He was fully crying 
now, pleading for her to stop, and begging that he was weaker, certainly not 
in shape like her.
"Yeah, I'm not really feeling your apology.  Are you feeling his apology yet 
Betts?   I'm not really feeling the apology."
"Put him out," said Betsy, as she rubbed herself a little.
"Fuck you, dweeb," Monica said, as she began to squeeze, "Fuck you."
Daryl awoke crying in his place under the off season football stands after 
being beat up so badly by the very strong Monica.  Barton had been released 
and was there too, awaiting what would happen to them next after his friend 
woke up from the leg squeeze head scissors crush out.
"You're next," Betsy said.  "What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean?" asked Barton.
"Either wrestle one of us next or agree to an alternative punishment.  You 
weren't quite as rude as Daryl, but you did laugh at us.  Agree to wrestle 
us or agree to an alternative punishment."
"I can't wrestle any of you."
Jenna said.  "If I do you, it will be in a beat down session.  That's the 
kind I really like.  Is that the kind of real match that you'd like to have 
with me, if we we're going to go at it in a beat down session?  Pick 
 wisely?"
Betsy then, "Maybe you want wrestle me?  I am 245 pounds and can leg press a 
thousand pounds.  I'm six foot two to your puny ass.  Or do you want to mess 
with our lesbian man hater?
"Thanks," said Jan.  "Of course I can take you with ease, punk, and then 
show you some things that you have never even dreamed of."
Monica said.  "Or maybe you want me, I'm still ready.  Do you want to go 
through the same Daryl just did, or maybe you want to take the alternate 
punishment that Betsy has to offer."
"What is that?" asked Barton.
"Just take a simple spanking until I decide to stop," said Betsy very 
plainly.
"And then we can go home?"
"Yes, so you agree?"
"Okay," stated Barton in a weak and halting voice
"That's funny.  You're funny.  Okay now I get to show you how powerful a 
simple spanking can be," said Monica, as she pulled the wide seventies style 
leather belt that was being worn by Barton from about his waist.  Jenna was 
now pinning down the upper half of Daryl while Jan was easily pinning down 
his hips.  He was spread eagle on his belly, forced to watch Barton taking 
his turn at abasement with these girls.
Monica handed the wide leather belt to Betsy, big Betsy, bottom of the 
pyramid Betsy, who had just seen poor Barton agree to a spanking by her. 
Jan and Jenna were sitting at home on Daryl.  Monica just shook her head at 
his foolishness and got out of the way.
Betsy was getting Barton straight for his spanking.  (Truth be known, he 
didn't deserve it, and the girls had originally planned to just scare him 
and let him go.)
That's not how it ended up happening.  Oh well.  Everyone agreed that Barton 
got worse than should have been coming to him that afternoon, but still he 
was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that's how things happen.
Betsy just spanked the crap out of him.  She had him pinned over, with her 
legs over his, and his whole body basically crushed beneath hers.  She made 
certain and sure that her fold over pin was good, even checking that his 
escape area kick out to a separate dustless bin was no hope.  She stuffed 
one of Jenna's rolled socks in his mouth, and positioned him for the wide 
leather belt she would wield so relentlessly.  This female was a hundred 
pounds heaver and a half a foot taller or more than he.  As she spanked him, 
she welcomed the quieter sound of his muffled cries because it seemed so 
trustworthy, more true, so uncomplicated that she was finally once again 
getting to use her power against someone and it felt so good.  She had 
missed this feeling of dominance with someone being so afraid of her.  Why 
had it been so long?
Even the other girls began to get a little uncomfortable about how long and 
hard this strong belt whipping was taking place.   Daryl, of course, could 
do nothing but watch in silent fear with Jenna and Jan sitting on top of 
him, and Monica standing by.  Barton screamed the best he could through his 
sock gag, but Betsy had him secured too well to move out of the way of her 
hits and she did not let up even after both sides of his bottom were 
starting to welt.
"That's good," said Monica.  "I think he get's the message now."
Betsy paused just a moment and looked over.  "Just a little bit more to be 
sure," she said, "I'm enjoying this now."  The other three girls looked at 
each other and smiled.
Finally the big, big girl stood up over the stricken Barton and let him free 
to gently touch his fiery buttocks.
"Here's your belt.  Put on your pants and go home."
The other girls got off of Daryl.
"You ladies go home too.  I'm going to stay with Daryl a bit," said Betsy. 
Barton was all too ready to get out of there and was already leaving 
quickly.
  Jenna asked Betsy.  "What are you going to do to him?"
"Something private," replied Betsy as she moved on top of Daryl now and 
pinned him back down in a big schoolboy pin.  "Something he'll remember for 
a long while."
"I bet I know," said Jan.
"Do you think she might get carried away against him?" asked Monica, as they 
were leaving.
"Maybe," answered Jenna, "but would you really want to try and stop her."
It was just Daryl and Betsy then, with Betsy's two hundred forty-five strong 
pounds pinning Daryl's thin puny punk body to the dusty earth beneath the 
bleachers.  She made a fist and held it up to his face, and then decided to 
give him an open faced flap instead.
"Do you want to wrestle me now?" she asked.
"No," he timidly replied.
"Would you like a spanking like the one I gave Barton?"
"Please don't," Daryl choked out.
"We have to have some kind of fun.  Have you ever eaten pussy?  I know that 
you'd rather suck your boyfriend's cock, but have you ever eaten pussy?"
"No," Daryl quietly said as well.
"No, you haven't or no, you won't?  Or aren't you afraid enough of me yet?"
"No, I haven't"
"But you will, won't you Daryl?  And you'll do a good job too or I'll hurt 
you so bad you'll be lucky to crawl home."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want to eat your pussy."
Betsy worked off her panties while maintaining the kneeling position over 
top of Daryl so there was no chance that he would run away.  She settled 
back on top of his chest and pinned his arms outstretched over his head. 
The big pyramid support girl began to work her beefy, chunky legs up to 
either side of his head, framing his face up.
"You seem nervous, Daryl.  I guess you should be.  If you stop before I'm 
through, I swear I'll beat you so badly you'll be black and blue for a 
month.  Now make me really enjoy this.  Who knows, we might be doing this 
again someday?"
Betsy relished the agonized expression on Daryl's face as she inched closer 
and closer forward.  His terror made this all the more delightful.  She sat 
on his face.
"You better do this right," she said, although he could no longer hear her 
with the thighs tightly on either side of his ears.  He licked for all he 
was worth, but she controlled the action, rubbing and grinding as she knew 
he was desperately trying to please her but she was pleasing herself. 
Still, this was working for her and she was taking her time but she was 
definitely going to cum.  "Oh, oh," she said, "Oh, oh, oh."
After she came, Betsy continued to sit contently on Daryl's face for a 
little while until he started to tap frantically for air on her thighs.  "I 
guess you do need to breathe, don't you?" she said as she stood up and put 
on her panties.
Daryl started to get off the ground but Betsy placed a foot on his chest and 
forced him again to his back.  Standing over him, she once again took a mean 
expression.
"Don't think this is necessarily over.  You pissed off a lot more girls than 
just Monica and Jan.  Lisa wants a piece of you, and if that happens, watch 
out!  Otherwise, you might be my new special boy toy.  That is, unless you 
want to try and tell me no.  You wouldn't want to tell me no, now would you 
Daryl boy?"
"No, I mean yes.  Whatever you want," he said.
What was he to say with super strong, big, and dominant Betsy still standing 
with one big foot on his chest?  What if she decided to make him wrestle 
her?  He wouldn't stand a chance.
"It's going to be interesting to see what the other girls do to you once it 
gets out what total wimps you are.  Lisa can be real mean.  I hope I get to 
see that."
Daryl could only stay on the ground and be silent.
"Good boy.  You've learned to keep you mouth shut.  I bet you wished you 
figured that out a little bit sooner."  Betsy took her foot off of him and 
walked back down the empty area under the bleachers toward the spot she had 
first blocked his exit.
"Don't forget me," she called over her shoulder.
Daryl was just getting to his feet.  Sore and aching all over, shaken badly 
by his experience the day, no, no he would never quite forget.

@9/30/2012