Jane River and Ethan Fox: The bullies problem
by Lukas Kampf(E-Mail: lu.kam@web.de)
Beating up Wayne has attracted some unwanted attention to Jane

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, when Guys bus arrived in front of the
school. Same people as usual standing around on the school ground in their
usual places doing their usual bullshit. Same crowd flooding into the
school building. Same geek staring fearfully at him, before he flinched and
looked down to his shoes, the moment Guy turned his eyes at him. Same old
hag giving him the same disapproving look, when she saw his studded black
leather jacket.
Same shitty school as usual, alright. Same corridors, same classroom. Same
old Wayne sitting at the desk next to him at the window, with the same
swollen purple eye and the same busted up lip.
Huh?
"What happened to you, dude?!", Guy asked in shock, when he saw Waynes
face.
The other junior hesitated, before he answered: "Accident."
"Yeah, fuck no!", Guy responded, "I know that sort of accident, that's the
kind of accident someone has with my fists, if he pisses me off!"
"No, I just tripped.", Wayne replied uncomfortably wriggling about in his
chair.
"Dude!", Guy sighed, "That's what those geeks tell teachers noticing their
bruises once I've given them a stern look from across the room. I'm not a
fucking moron."
"Okay, listen.", Wayne whispered, "This thing is done. I've taken care of
it this morning already."
Guy watched his nervous friend intently. "You mean you've got payback... or
paid up?"
Wayne shook his head. "Listen, Guy, it's done! That's all that matters."
"No.", Guy hissed, "I'll tell you, how it's done. Someone messes with you,
he messes with us! So we're gonna get Vic and Hank and a bat if we have to
and teach that little bitch a lesson."
Wayne flinched and let out a gasp with his eyes wide he starred at Guy, the
color draining face. "You know...?"
"Duh, it's not hard to figure out.", he spat, "You wanted to teach that
prissy kid that punked your bro a lesson yesterday. You said the guy wanted
to fight Dillan behind the school and you would settle it there."
Wayne gulped loudly, as Guy recounted yesterdays events. He was sweating
nervously.
"So my guess is, he brought an older friend or friends. A senior, who was a
friend of his family or something."
For some reason Wayne seemed actually relieved once he started to talk
about the hypothetical senior. So that was not it.
"You know I don't care who it is.", he told Wayne, "For all I care it can
be the kids dad. I still say we beat him to a pulp and make the boy watch."
"That's not it, okay?!", Wayne hissed, "It wasn't some older kid. Or his
dad. It..."
"Yes? Who was it, dude?"
"It was, uh..." Wayne seemed to search for the right words. "The mob."
Guy blinked. "The mob?"
"Yes!" Wayne nodded heavily. "See this kid must be from some godfather kind
of family. There were these two suits and one of them had a gun. And the
other guy... well, he did this." Wayne pointed at his face. "And then they
told me, I insulted their family and I had to bring them money this morning
and apologize. And I did. So you see we can't do shit!"
"Yeah.", Guy said dryly, "We better don't mess with Fat Tonys boys."

"You don't think that's true, do you?", Hank asked worried.
"Of course not, you moron!", Guy roared, "He was talking out of his fucking
ass!"
"Yeah, but whoever the dudes were that did beat him up, they really must
have done a number on him, for Wayne to keep his mouth shut like that.",
Victor noted.
"No, kidding.", Guy agreed.
"You think he or they made some kind of compromising pics?", Hank asked
with his arms crossed.
"You mean like they stripped him naked and threaten to put photos on the
net? If he messes with them or their kid buddy again? Would explain some
things."
"So what are we gonna do?", Victor wanted to know.
"Well, if Wayne keeps his trap shut, I doubt Dillan is gonna tell us
anything, so that leaves that eight grader Wayne wanted to teach a lesson."
"Yeah, but we need to be careful.", the other boy told him, "If we don't
get to the douchebags that beat up Wayne right away, they might put those
pics on the net."
"Not if we've got worse pics of their little friend."
The other boys laughed.
"But how do we find the kid?", Victor wanted to know, "I've got no idea how
he even looks."
"Leave it to me.", Hank said, "My sis is also in eighth grade." 

They found him easily enough after Hank talked to his sister Lisa. He told
her some story about how Wayne wanted to apologize to the boy after finding
out Dillan had been responsible for the fight he and the kid had. Apparently
the little shits name was Ethan Fox.
Sitting on one of the audience stands was a dark haired slim kid with a
pretty face wearing a dress shirt. Ethan seemingly was watching the ongoing
football practice but seemed to do so more than halfheartedly.
Guy followed his gaze looking down on the field. Was whoever messed up Guy
among the players?
"Is your boyfriend down there?", he asked dismissively, when he stepped
next to the boy over who he was towering quite a bit.
The boy looked up to them from the corner of his eyes, seeing the three of
them standing there. "Yeah, coach Henderson can't get enough of me
thrusting my cock into his wrinkly old asshole.", he answered
condescendingly, "So I'm afraid you need to go look for someone else to
join you and your two lover boys here for a foursome."
"You little...", Hank snapped, but the kid put up a finger interrupting
him.
"Shh!", he made, placing his index finger on his own lips, "J is sleeping."
"Huh?" Next to Ethan on the bench lay a short girl with medium length dirty
blonde hair in a green hoodie jacket, her head resting on the boys lap.
"Oh, right. Heard there was some retarded bitch clinging to you.", Hank
grunted.
"Hey, Hank.", the boy said icily, shooting a death glare at the older boy,
"Tell Lisa, if she calls J that or any other derogative term again, I'll
physically explain the connection between the words 'Ippon' and 'Jodan' to
her. Hint: It involves my foot and her stupid face."
"Are you threatening my sis-", Hank roared then stopped, "Wait a sec! You
know who I am?"
Ethan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Why do you morons always ask me that?"
"And why do you know that?", Guy asked suspiciously.
"That.", Ethan said, "Is a slightly smarter question. Congratulations.
Can't you guess, though? Obviously Lisa told me."
"Eh?"
"After little Dillan got his ass handed to him by yours truly, she told me
how I had to be careful because of his big bad bro Wayne, who she knew,
because he was friends with her older brother Hank. So it was really easy
for me, and anyone with at least half a brain, to put together, who you
were after you mentioned her."
"So you called a buddy to take care of Wayne?", Victor asked.
"Pretty much.", he admitted without a sign of fear or discomfort.
"One of the guys down there?" Victor pointed down to the field.
The boy rolled his eyes. "Please, those are wimps compared to my friend."
"Yeah, how about you call him right now?", Hank asked aggressively, "We
would love to have a talk with him. And maybe he even gets here in time for
you to have a few teeth left."
"And don't tell him about us.", Guy added, "Find an excuse to meet up."
Ethan let out a sigh then gently shook the shoulders of the sleeping girl.
"J, get up, some bozos want to talk to you."
The girl let out a sleepy girlish moan and slowly blinked her eyes open.
"What is it time for the tug of war yet?", she asked sleepily.
"No, change of plans."
Guy and his two friends watched the scene in confusion, as the girl got up
on her knees on top of the bench and rubbed her sleepy eyes awake.
"Was it her older brother?"
"I don't have an older brother.", the girl said with a yawn, then extended
her hand towards them, "I'm Jane."
Guy did not take the hand. "Cut the crap, you little shits!"
"Wow, you're rude!", she said, but then giggled, "It's okay. Ethan is rude
like all the time."
"I'm nice to you.", Ethan claimed.
"Not true!", Jane said laughing and it was then that Guy noticed the cut on
her lip.
"Don't tell me, you beat up Dillan!", Guy blurted out. Then scolded
himself. That was ridiculous Dillan was a big kid and she measured five
foot nothing. Not to mention she was just a girl.
"Dillan?", she asked curiously, "No, that was Ethan."
"They are not here, because of Dillan.", Ethan explained to her, "They want
to break out my teeth till whoever beat up Wayne gets here."
The little girls eyebrows narrowed, as she squinted slightly the gears in
her head turning like she did not quite understand what the boy meant.
Finally she spoke.
"But I'm already here."
"Huh?" Guys mouth dropped. She could not be serious.
"Bullshit!", Hank yelled.
"What the fuck, you little liar!", Victor hissed, "Want us to beat some
sense into your dumb skull?!"
"I'm not lying.", Jane insisted with a pout.
"Yeah?", Victor asked, "Then I guess we owe you a beating for messing with
our friend."
The girl stood up. Now standing on top of the bench with her tiny five foot
size, she still failed to intimidate. Still she banged her fists together
in front of her chest.
"Bring it on!", she declared with a grin.
"Uh..." Victor exchanged an uncertain glance with both Hank and Guy
himself. "Is she for real?"
"She really must be a retard. Let's just give that little bitch the beating
she's asking for.", Hank said.
Guy looked down to the football field. So far nobody seemed to have taken
notice of this commotion on the stands.
"Not here.", he decided and glared at the two freshmen, "You come with us!
Let's go somewhere quiet."
To his surprise Ethan readily stood up and gestured them to lead the way.
"Yes, let's go somewhere else.", the younger boy said smirking, "Ideally
somewhere with tiles. It's easier to wash off the blood."
"What?", Jane asked shocked, "You think they are gonna bleed that much?
Maybe we shouldn't fight after all!"
The boy groaned. "No, they are not. I just... just forget I said that, J."
"You sure?", the little eight-grader asked again, "Because I don't want to
hit a bleeder."
Guy and his friends watched the ridiculous scene with growing anger. Ethan
just sighed.
"Okay, is any of you guys a hemophiliac, because J really..."
"No, and now shut the fuck up and start moving!", Victor hissed with
burning eyes.
"See?", Ethan asked, while Victor roughly grabbed his upper arm and dragged
him forward, and with a small nod the girl jumped of the bench.
"Would you mind not making any wrinkles in my shirt, you ape?", the boy
told Victor and Guy knew his friend was going to hurt this kid a bit extra
for it later.
"Let's go, bitch!", he told Jane and grabbed her by the shoulder, "Huh?"
"What's the matter?", Hank asked.
"Nothing.", Guy muttered. It was just that what he grabbed seemed really
big for a girl this size and felt astonishingly solid, like it did not give
in anymore than a solid piece of wood would have.
"Then let's go.", Hank said moving ahead.
"Yeah, let's go.", Guy repeated and pushed Jane forward.
Well, tried to. A small grunt escaped his lips, as he tensed his arm more.
Yet, the girl remained standing still.
Then with a surprised "Oh!" like she had remembered something she started
walking.
Guy squinted slightly, as he wondered what that had been.
They moved from the stands and entered the nearest building into the
changing rooms, where they were out of sight. To Guys surprise the two
freshman kept up the tough act for the entire way. He had expected them to
try to pull free and bail before they got into a closed room.
Why did he suddenly have a feeling this was a mistake?

Victor pushed Ethan towards the back of the room. "So kid one chance to
tell us the truth about what happened with Wayne or..."
His friend let his knuckles crack meaningfully.
"Don't you dare hit her!", the younger boy flared.
"Huh?", Victor wondered, then he grinned, "Or what?"
"It would be really stupid. And..." The boy smirked. "I bet you would
regret it quickly."
"Oooooh, you hear that?", Victor asked turning back to Hank and Guy
himself, who still held Jane by the shoulder, "He bets, I will regret it."
Guy and Hank laughed loudly.
"Oh man, I better don't then...", Victor continued on, as he slowly stepped
towards Jane.
Grinning Guy moved behind Jane, grabbing both of her shoulders from behind
now. He gulped lightly as he felt the other shoulder being no less hard or
big than the first. And were these shoulders not really wide for such a
tiny girl?
"How much do you bet I will regret this, huh?", Victor asked, his towering
frame now standing right in front of Jane.
She looked up to him out of big clear eyes.
"Like fifty, maybe?", she asked innocently flashing braces with her wide
smile. Still she made no attempt to pull free from Guys grip, but he still
tightened it to make it impossible for her to escape. Those big shoulders
below her sweatshirt did not give in the slightest.
Victor took a look back over his shoulder to confirm that Ethan would be
able to see everything, possibly to taunt him with the look on his face.
Guy watched the younger boy as Victor did so. He seemed calm and collected.
Too calm.
Unintentionally he closed his grip even tighter on Janes oddly big oddly
hard shoulders. Still he could not feel a change and no sound of discomfort
came over Janes lips.
That was odd. Guy would have expected this grip would have made most boys
her age scream or at least gasp in pain.
Victor turned back at Jane still grinning. Dramatically he pulled his fist
back.
Over his shoulders Guy could see a smirk form on Ethans lips. It genuinely
unnerved him. Something here was wrong. Completely wrong!
Jane inhaled lightly and then held her breath, as the seconds seemed to
pass like minutes for Guy a drop of sweat run down his temple without him
understanding why that was.
Victors big fist shot forward right at the pit of the freshman girls
stomach. Guy closed his grip as tightly as he could, but there was no
change in that oak like hardness of her shoulders. And then he suddenly
knew this would not work.
With a thumping sound Victors fist slammed into Janes gut. A hiss of pain
escaped the juniors lips, as he flinched back, clasping his hand with a
pained expression on his face.
"Dude?", Hank asked in confusion.
"Are you alright, Vic?!", Guy wanted to know, rushing to his friends side.
"Yeah...", Victor muttered, still holding his hand, "She... she's hard."
Guy turned his eyes back to Jane, who still stood there like nothing had
happened. He had been right this was all wrong, but what was going on? Was
this girl wearing a metal plate below her hoodie or something?
"Regret it already?", she asked with a bright white smile.
"What the hell?!", Hank yelled, "What did you just do?"
She giggled. "I just tensed my abs a little."
"Abs...?", Victor asked disbelieving, as he reluctantly let go of his hurt
hand.
"Uhu!", she confirmed with a nod, "They are super cool and really hard.
Ethan always practices his karate on them. It's really fun! Wait, I'll show
them to you! Just a sec!"
The girl turned towards a nearby bench and unzipped her jacket. Like she
had never done anything else she shrugged it off and placed it on top.

When she turned back at Guy and his friends, she faced three dropped jaws.
The tiny five foot freshman girl standing before them in a black gym bra
showed off a body of unbelievable muscularity.
Her shoulders looked every bit as big and hard as they had felt in Guys
hands and just as wide as he had feared. Hard muscular domes with thin
lines of definition, hinting at the rocky hardness of the muscle, tapered
off to ripped arms. With thick hard biceps balling up at the front even in
the relaxed state and protruding triceps stretching the skin tight across
the hard muscle.
The dark fabric of her gym bras halters stretched tightly over thick
triangular neck muscles that bulged up next to her throat like a muscular
collar, while an astonishingly broad chest that expanded with the freshman
girls every breath strained the cloth at the front.
But it was the exposed midriff below that commanded their attention and
astonishment the most. A ladder of eight rippling stomach muscles chiseled
into the girls abdomen climbed from two sharp lines cutting diagonally into
her waist to her chest. Every sculpted muscle boasting a rock solid look
and pronounced angular shape clearly separated by deep lines digging into
the bare skin like valleys between mountains. And at the girls side the
insane eightpack was lined by an entire mountain range of oblique and
serratus muscles chiseled into her flanks. Dozens of distinguished muscular
hills separated by countless creases ever changing and twitching by the
tiniest breath and movement of the tiny girl, that should not have been
able to show-off such impossible muscular development. Not at her age.
Guy could do nothing but stare at the muscle girl, that eyed them with an
excited smile. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Uh, want to go again?", Jane asked innocently, as she folded her hands
behind her head and crunched down on her abs.
What happened next Guy would have thought impossible a moment ago. Janes
abs seemed to become even harder, as she flexed at them. Countless muscles
in her stomach rippled and moved and the skin drew ever tighter across the
protruding muscles. The valleys deepening noticeably before the expanding
abs muscles bulged out so thickly they met again over the separation
grinding against one another.
Meanwhile the striations in her shoulders and arms dug in deeper as her
shoulders expanded and her biceps exploded in size. Huge balls of granite
hardness bulged up to the sides of her head, each a mountain of impossible
size with a thick blue vein standing out in bold relief on top.

Guy would have never admitted it, but when he saw that body he wanted to
run. He, a big strong junior guy with the back-up of two friends as big as
he himself, wanted to run away from a tiny freshman girl. The realization
made him angry, furious in fact.
How? How dared this little bitch to intimidate him?! This little giggling
dumb retard bitch! He wanted to fuck her up. Beat her till she cried and
bled and begged him to stop and then some more.

"What the hell are you wearing, J?", Ethan asked from behind Guy.
"Do you like it?", the girl wanted to know smiling, "It's awesome, isn't
it? You can see my abs, when I wear it. See?"
Keeping the pose, the freshman made her abs ripple with a bright smile.
"Not what I meant.", the boy replied gruffly, "And yes I can see... Oh,
forget it, J. Just beat up those idiots already."
Jane dropped her flex and cocked her head. "Kay. Ready. Set. Gooo!"
And with that she run at Victor. With her bright smile it completely failed
to look threatening even from someone as buff as Jane.
Guy half expected her to throw her arms around Victor and hug him, when she
reached him.
She did not! With a loud thud she slammed right into the older boy.
Smacking her forehead into his chest and lifting him up by the thighs, she
brought the older boy crashing to the ground with her on top.
"Regret it yet?", she asked giggling and rocked Victors head to the side
with her fist, "Regret it yet?"
She asked him again and again. Each time raising a massive arm that rippled
with muscular strength and flexed to shocking size, before bringing it down
on his face with an audible noise, interchanging between her right and left
arm as she did so.
It took both Guy and Hank several moments, before they could react. The
shock of how fast she had taken down Victor had dulled their movements.
"Let go of him!", Guy yelled, as he grabbed Jane below one of her shoulders
and tried to drag her shockingly heavy body off.
It was not before Hank grabbed her below the other shoulder, that they
managed to hoist her heavier than it should be but ultimately still fairly
light body up from the ground between them. Her knees were still bent from
how she had kneeled on top of Victor for a moment, but with a slightly
annoyed tone she extended them to the ground to regain her footing and
jerked herself violently free.
Guy let out a loud gasp, when the muscle girl tore her massive arm free
with such force he was sent stumbling backwards towards the bench Jane had
placed her hoodie an. He managed to stop himself just in time, before he
tripped over it and immediately tried to lunge at the girl again. His
eagerness let him miss her tiny fist shooting straight at him.
It slammed into the center of his chest like a battering ram. With a loud
cough he was knocked back against the bench and right over it. Crashing
painfully to the hard floor the force of her punch had him roll a few steps
further, before he came to a stop groaning.
He coughed hard. Breathing was tough the center of his chest burned with
numb pain. Groaning from the pain Guy tried to sit up and saw how Jane on
the other side of the bench slammed her fist into Hanks gut.
It was all it took for her to bend the older boy in half, cleanly folding
him over her small fist. A loud gag escaped his wide open mouth, a stifled
scream of agony that came out as nothing but an unrecognizable sound and a
volley of spit, as the boy was bend over the small fist that a massive
biceps powered into him.
He no longer doubted it had been her, who beat the shit out of Wayne and
something told him, that she did not actually had to try very hard to do
it.
Jane did not give Hank time to recover. Immediately after she pulled her
hand from his stomach, she wrapped one rockhard muscle-bound arm around his
neck and locked it tightly.
Hanks tongue bulged out as Janes monster biceps dug into his throat with
the hardness of marble and the strength of a hydraulic press, trapping his
neck at her chiseled side.
Guy could see a vein bulge out on Hanks forehead, as the girl gleefully
chocked him. His hands clawing at the tiny girls rippling forearm unable to
move the thickly muscled arm with both of his own.
Victor was lying unmoving on the floor to their feet. His face bloody and
bruised. His breathing shallow. Trashed in seconds by a tiny girls massive
muscles.

Cursing internally, Guy crawled forward towards the bench and tried to pull
himself back up to his feet.
In front of him Jane bend forward forcing Hanks head even lower. From Guys
perspective he could see her ridiculously wide back. Muscles rippled and
flexed, grinding against one another. A tapestry of thick bulging moving
muscles chiseled to perfection with deep lines separating dozens of
individually countable muscles.
Hanks eyes were almost comically bugging out by now, his red face dripping
with sweat. His big hands only uselessly slapping against the arm that was
squeezing the life out of him anymore.
Back on his feet Guy climbed on top of the bench and and with a roar threw
himself on their muscular opponents back.
He let out a shocked gasp, as his larger body hit her, basically hanging
over her like a blanket. The girl did not budge even the tiniest fraction
of an inch. Her ripped body flexed into an unmovable statue. It was like
slamming into a brick wall.
He was so much larger his feet were reaching the ground, even with his
upperbody arched over her wide back muscles.
Hank let out a barely conscious wheeze his big hands slipping from the
steel rod like forearm compressing his throat.
Cursing Guy wrapped a thick arm of his own around Janes throat and pulled
his own chokehold tight, trying to pull her backwards simultaneously.
But the tiny freshman girl resisted his pull casually, while she kept her
attention on the tortured boy in her grip. Tugging her chin down, she
flexed up her thick neck muscles and Guy gasped for air, as he felt his
larger arms hold get forced apart, by the monumental muscles rising up like
mountains next to her throat striations forming everywhere on the rockhard
neck muscles, refusing to yield to his grip even as he pressed down on them
with all his strength and forcing it apart easily.
Jane simply resisted his grip like that for a few more seconds until Hanks
eyes finally rolled back in his head and his body went limp. Then she
released his body and let it drop at her feet next to Victor.

Still futilely trying to choke out the younger girl with all his strength
Guy wondered, if he should just let her go when his friend went down. He
did not get the chance to decide. Jane raised her small girly hand and
closed it tightly around the forearm trying to choke her.
Guy screamed in agony, when white hot pain flooded through his system from
his arm. Small but hard girlish fingers crushing his thick male arm like a
vice, compressing it down to the bones that felt like they would break any
moment. Effortlessly she forced his arm away from her throat, as Guy kept
screaming and trashing with his other arm. His fist was slamming against
the wall of muscle hardened flesh of her back unable to dent even the
surface and bouncing off uselessly. His fist was starting to sting right
after the first blow.
Freed from his ineffectual hold Jane simply released his arm, and guy
clutched his punished forearm with a pained expression. It hurt so bad he
wanted to cry, but he forced it down.
Gritting his teeth he jumped back over the bench again, trying to gain some
distance.
"You damn bitch.", he grunted through his teeth, as he fumbled in his
leather jackets pocket, "You'll regret... I'll make you regret that!"
Where was it? He could not have forgotten it, could he? 

Janes braces flashed in the light, as she smiled at him when she turned
around.
"Bring it on!", she cheered, throwing up both of her arms in a double
biceps pose, the thick pulsating veins protruding further on top of each of
her monster biceps.
Sucking in her stomach she made her insane abs, eightpack and every visible
oblique muscle, flex in a twitching wave of bulging muscle and her gym bra
strain to contain her expanding chest muscles, radiating the muscular
strength to effortlessly wipe the floor with a whole group of older males.
The freshman girl sported the chiseled body of greek god and the smile of
an angel, as she stepped on top the bench separating them.

Guy inched further away from her, his knees shaking slightly.
How could she dare?! Dare to scare him like this?! Dare to beat up Wayne
and Victor and Hank... and him... dared to do it so... so easily?!
His breath was growing erratic now, his eyes narrowing. He wanted to hurt
her, hurt her stupid indestructible buff body. He wanted to hear her cry
and beg him to stop. Wanted to see her bleed.
"Come on!", Jane urged him on, still flexing her short, but massive body at
him with an expression of glee, "Give me a challenge."
That was when Guy finally managed to get a hold on what he had been
searching for in his leather jacket.
"I'll fuck you up, you damn bitch!", he roared, as he whipped it out.
The segments of the thick telescopic baton extended with a rasping metal
sound.
Jane opened her mouth in surprise. "Hey, no fair!"
Guy laughed hysterically, as he raised the weapon. "I'll show you... I'll
fucking show you!"
Lets see how that little bitchs damn steel muscles measured up against
actual steel!

"Hey, put that away, okay?", she told him softly, raising a hand.
Slowly Jane inched towards him like she did not want to startle him.
Carefully she reached for the baton with her hand to take it away from him,
not like she faced a man with a weapon, but like he was a little boy that
might accidentally hurt himself with it. Like she did not see a threat.
Like she still did not take him seriously!
Guy let out a yell of anger and frustration as he whipped the steel rod
through the air at her hand.
"Ow!", Jane yelped, when the batons tip struck the first bone of her ring
finger, and pulled her hand back.
Not letting the opening go to waist Guy kept swinging. Panicking Jane
lifted both her arms up to shield her face when he swung for it. She let
out a small yelp, when the metal baton struck her across both her thick
forearms. And Guy was already going low before she dropped her guard again
striking her right on her rippling flank, leaving a long bright red mark on
her ripped muscles and earning another yelp. Dropping on one knee he struck
her thigh with all of his strength.
"Stop it!", Jane whined, kicking out with one of her shapely legs.
Guy gasped in shock, but threw himself backwards just out of reach.
He climbed to his feet laughing and waving his baton threateningly. Sweat
was covering his goosebumped skin.
"Yeah, not so fun anymore, huh?! Come and get some more, bitch!", he yelled
at her.
Jane looked at him nervously sucking on the tip of her right ring finger,
where the baton had struck first. Her eyes were shining like she was about
to cry.
Yes. Yes! This was how it was supposed to be! He would fuck that little
muscle bitch up! He was fucking invincible! Nobody was messing with him and
his friends!

"J.", Ethan spoke. Focused on Jane like he was, Guy had not noticed it
before, but the boy had been moving around the room to get a better look at
the fight, filming everything with his smartphone. "Would you mind to stop
acting like a little bitch and kick his ass already?"
Janes eyes widened and then she pouted. "I'm not acting like a... my finger
hurts!"
When he heard that Guys face lost all color. Her finger? Just her finger?!
His eyes gazed over the red lines his baton had left on her arms and waist.
What about those hits?
"What am I supposed to do about it? Blow on it?"
"Maybe?", she asked.
"Oh, for..." He shook his head. "Once you're done here, okay?"
"Kay.", she muttered, smiling lightly.
Then the girl cocked her head at Guy, daring him to come at her again, and
curled her arms at her sides. Her forearms rippled from the wrists, cables
of muscle bulging out on the back and round muscles expanding on the inner
arms close to the elbows, before the flex reached her biceps and the hard
mountain peaks exploded in size and hardness. An ridiculous amount of
rockhard muscle balled up next to her chest on her young arms, striation
lines cutting deep into the rock solid muscle and giving it an outright
bulletproof look veins standing out everywhere now.
Guy grit his teeth so hard he heard them grind across one another. He would
kill her. He would fucking murder her!
With a loud roar he lunged at his short opponent swinging the baton with
all of his strength down on her head.
With a load noise the steel rod collided with the freshman girls knuckles
as her ridiculous biceps powered her fist forward with the force of a
missile in a massive punch.

Guy let out a loud yelp as the weapon was sprang from his hand, spiraling
past his head and striking the wall behind him audibly, before clattering
to the ground.
He winced in pain holding his hurt fingers.
That was when Jane extended her other arm in a one-handed shove. He gasped
loudly when it knocked him back like he weighted nothing and the breath
from his lungs. Slamming into the wall with his back, he slid down to the
floor, his back arched against the wall.
Groaning he looked up to see the girl approach. She was smiling widely
again, visibly happy with herself after disarming him.
Guy tried to push himself back to his feet, but his tired body felt heavy
and his movements sluggish. He barely made it up on one knee, before Jane
reached him.
Extending one small hand she rattled him, once more slamming his back into
the wall, and snatched him by the collar. With almost casual ease she
hoisted him up to his feet. She showed no sign of effort except her pumped
biceps arching its mountain peak, as she did so.
With a panic scream Guy tried to pull free, but Jane immediately yanked him
forward, slamming her forehead into the bridge of his nose.
It flashed white before his eyes. When it stopped his knees had already hit
the floor. His head was ringing like a bell. His sight was blurred, flesh
colored shapes swimming before his eyes. Once it was focusing properly
again he realized he was facing a solid wall of extremely cut abs, Janes
stomach.
He turned, tried shuffling away from her on his knees, but she caught him
by the throat and forced him back in her direction.
He gagged unable to get a breath in. Slender feminine fingers were
compressing his throat with vise-like strength. Desperately he grabbed her
fingers with both of his hands trying to force them away from his throat,
his arms shook, as all of his strength failed to budge them.
The world was growing darker, his grip weaker. Still gagging he looked up
to Janes pretty girly face.
Next to her head a biceps rose to its granite hardness and boulder size, as
she pulled back her free hand with a smile. Her punch was like a
sledgehammer!
He went sprawling to the hard floor and his world was nothing but agony.

"Huh?", he muttered once the pain in his face was starting to wane after a
few dozen seconds.
His baton was lying half an arm length away from him before his very eyes.
Hurriedly he reached for it. His finger tips were almost touching the cold
metal already, when suddenly a couple of slender fingers reached down from
above and snatched the baton away.
"Nope!", Jane giggled, skipping a few steps away from him, where he could
see her in her entirety from his position on the floor. "You've hurt my
finger with this.", the girl pouted, holding the weapon horizontally in
front of her chest, one hand at the handle of the weapon and the other at
the end of the last segment.
"Wait a second, J.", Ethan told her and Guy let out a pained gasp, when the
boy stepped on his back, "It's perfect from here. Go ahead, J."

Slowly Jane inhaled and then staring at the baton in her hands intently she
let out a deep grunt and strained. The muscles in her body bulged
immensely. Her abs drew tight pulling in the skin and pushing out the
stomach muscles in bold relief. Her hard rigid forearms thickened cables of
muscle pressing outward everywhere. Her  monster biceps expanded with
strength and hardness growing into their huge peaks. Veins standing out
like steel cords on top snaking up over to thick striated shoulders and
bulging neck muscles. Her chest expanded below the fabric of gym bra
stretching the cloth so tightly it outlined the deep valley between the
thick domes expanding forward.
There was a creaking sound coming from the metal baton that shook between
her hands.
No way., Guy thought, No fucking way!
Sucking in another deep breath Jane strained even harder. Grunting loudly
the tiny freshman girl forced even more strength out of her gigantic
muscular frame.
And slowly with the screaming of metal the baton started to give in to the
girls immense strength, bending in the middle.
No, it could not be! No matter how big or hard her muscles were, this was
impossible! No, eight grader could possibly to this, least of all a girl!
But reality did not care about his internal screams. Her muscles twitching
and bulging effort, Jane was bending the steel segments of his weapon, with
her bare arms.
With loud creaking noises the baton was contorted by the arm strength of
the freshman girl. The two ends of the weapon moved towards each other.
Janes muscles were rippling and flexing incredibly as her hands passed each
other, forming the weapon into a small loop.
With a proud smile Jane raised the contorted steel baton in one hand over
her head, while flexing her giant biceps with the other arm. Veins and
cords of muscles standing out on her pumped body, the bare skin shining
from a thin layer of sweat that has formed on her.
"All done!", she proclaimed not even breathing heavily anymore now that she
no longer needed to exert her insane strength.

Without a word Ethan stepped from Guys back. Placing his phone back in his
pocket, as he walked over to Jane.
The fight was over. If Guy was honest, it probably had been since before it
even started. This tiny freshman girl was simply way too strong and way too
tough. And he...? He was not even strong enough to get up right now.
Guy could feel how his face was already starting to swell, from Janes punch
as he just kept lying there on the floor.
He watched how Jane held out her finger to Ethan, the only part of her he
had been able to hurt at all, With a steel baton, she had bent into a
pretzel.
The boy took her hand with an annoyed expression and breathed cool air at
it, before placing a small kiss on it. Jane giggled when he did, wrapping
both her thick powerful arms around one of his and leaned are contrasting
girlish face against his shoulder. Ethan made himself free again with a
snort, his face blushing lightly.
"Put your jacket back on, before someone sees you like this!", he spat and
the girl hurried to the bench, "And close the damn zipper."
"What?!", Jane asked, "But I want to show my abs."
"Yeah? I don't care. Close the zipper!"
"Ethan!", she whined.
"Close it!"
"Fine.", she pouted, "You're a meanie."
"Whatever.", the boy sighed.
"And a wimp."
Ethan let out an angry growl, but did not say anything about that. Then he
turned to Guy and the coldness in his eyes honestly shocked him.
Slowly the freshman strutted over to him and then squatted down in front of
his head.
"Hey.", he said and Guy felt a shiver run down his spine hearing the tone
of his voice, "Remind Hank to tell his bitch sister about what I told him.
The thing about my foot and her face."
Guy nodded slowly.
"Good. And your other friend.", Ethan nodded behind Guy presumably at
Victor, "He can pay what he owes J tomorrow. Unless he wants to tell us he
still isn't sorry for hitting her." The boy smiled. "In that case I'm sure
J would be quite happy to change that fact. And you..."
Once more every bit of warmth vanished from the boys face. Almost gently he
took one of Guys hands in his own.
"Let go!" He tried to pull it away, but the boy closed one hand tightly
around his wrist and weak like he currently was Guy could not break it.
"You've hurt Jane.", Ethan continued, for the first time speaking his
friends full name. At the same time he closed a fist around Guys ring
finger.
"No...", Guy grunted trying to pull his hand free again, but he did not
make it in time.
"We're even."
Abruptly the boy pulled his finger up with his hand and Guy screamed, as
white hot pain shot through his body. He rolled on his back clutching his
injured hand to his chest. The finger was spread unnaturally backwards.
"Ethan?", Jane asked confused.
"He hurt your finger, didn't he?", the boy asked, as he strode over to his
friend, "I've hurt his."
For a moment she gave her friend a puzzled look then she smiled at him.
"Thank you!"
"No problem. Let's leave these losers alone, before you catch their stupid
and get even dumber."
"You're soooo mean!", she complained to him, while the two freshman left
the changing room, leaving three defeated juniors behind them.

The end
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