The High School Gymnast Vs. The NFL Pro Bowler
by Mr.Purple357@gmail.com
Chapter 3


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(Author's note - Like I said at the beginning, this story will have some
twists, hopefully people like them)

I cautiously walked into my mansion a little after 5:00 pm. I dropped a heavy
canvas bag I'd brought with me by the garage entrance just off the kitchen. No
one was there. I walked out into my huge living room, empty also. A part of me
hoped that maybe she'd left, maybe she was someone else's problem. I thought
about calling out for her, but I was afraid that might jinx it. I started
toward my bedroom when I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye, she did a
cartwheel across the room and stopped in front of me.

I should have been terrified, but for all she'd done to me, I felt at peace.
This would work or I'd be dead. "Hello, Master. I hope you had a nice day."

"It was great, B.B. My new house is full of neat toys. They really pay you
guys too much. Now, show me your phone."

I unlocked it and handed it to her. She skimmed thru my pictures and gave an
exaggerated sigh. "B.B., B.B., what am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I just couldn't do it. It would have been too humiliating.
Please don't hurt me, Master," I begged.

She shook her head. "If I don't punish you, how will you learn. Believe me,
this will hurt you more than me." She casually swung her hand out toward my
stomach. It landed with a loud slam, but it didn't hurt.

She looked startled. I ignored her expression and said, "Please, Master, don't
toy with me like that and pretend to hit me, just get it over with."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. This time she didn't throw a casual swing, she shot
her fist out with serious intent. I tightened my abs and prayed. The blow
slammed into my stomach with such force that the vase on the little table
nearby fell to the floor and shattered. It stung, but not more than I could
take. She shook her fist and looked at it. She'd hurt her hand as much as my
stomach.

"What the hell?" she looked at me, hopped over to the little table, and
slammed her fist atop it. The table shattered into pieces.

I walked toward her. "Why did you destroy your table, Master?" I emphasized
the word Master. She looked at me. For the first time, I saw a little worry in
her eyes. I'd never seen a more wonderful thing.

She raised her fists. "All right, what the hell's going on?"

Eight hours earlier:

When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was the absence of pain. I looked at
my arm, except for a pink hue, it looked normal. The second thing I noticed
was the huge window filling one wall. The reason it stood out is because the
planet Earth hung squarely in the middle of it. The third thing was that
except for the bed I lay on, the only other things in the room were two
spheres, each about 6 feet in diameter, one gold, the other silver.

I pushed myself off the bed and stretched. My ribs felt fine too. I started
toward the window, "Where the hell am I?" I said aloud.

A light flashed across the gold sphere. "You are 2,000 miles over the Earth's
surface in a geosynchronous orbit over Texas," it said.

I stepped back until I bumped into the bed. "And what the hell are you?" I
croaked.

"Our names would be noise to you, for simplicity, call us the Orballium," the
silver ball said. "I am Silver and this is Gold. We have been studying your
planet for hundreds of your years. We took the liberty of healing your
injuries."

"I'm afraid it is our fault you are in your present predicament," Gold added.

Now that I realized I wasn't in immediate danger, I felt myself becoming
angry. Of course a little girl couldn't naturally have the strength of ten
men. What had these giant ball bearings done? "And why is that?" I asked.

"We were replacing our ship's two power cores with advanced new energy
crystals. An equipment failure though sent one of the crystals plummeting to
Earth." The view in the window changed and I saw something that looked like a
giant emerald falling downward. As it fell, the picture zoomed ahead to show a
small dilapidated trailer. Zooming in more, I could see a red headed girl
doing a handstand in the dirt driveway. There was a loud crash and the girl
came clearly into view.

It was Carrie, but with a more natural shade of red hair and smaller breasts.
She leaned in, reaching for the crystal. Her face was as pretty as now but
thinner, as if she hadn't eaten in three days. As her hand came close, there
was a bright flash. "Normally, if a being comes into contact with an Orballium
energy crystal, they disintegrate," Silver said, "but human DNA apparently has
a different reaction."

"Your whatsis made her super strong," I stated.

"106.78 times her previous strength, durability, endurance, and recovery time.
With lesser but still significant increases in reflexes and reaction times,"
Gold said. "Plus the subconscious ability to manipulate her local gravity
field so she can pick up weights far heavier than her without toppling over."
Well that explained why I couldn't lift her or push her.

"Ok, so unzap her and I can turn her over to social services and I'll forget
that there are aliens secretly observing us," I suggested.

"It can't be undone," Silver replied.

"So what are you going to do about her?"

"Nothing," it said, "we have taken a vow of non-interference. That is also why
we made it so the authorities would not believe your story."

My mouth moved but no words came out. Finally, "You've already interfered,
you've set a super powered monster upon me and everyone else. You are
responsible for this, and now you're hiding behind some promise so you don't
have to do anything!" I wanted to punch the ball but realized I'd probably
only bust my hand.

"We never said we weren't going to do anything. We only said WE weren't going
to stop her. Instead, we propose to give you that capability." A large glowing
green crystal materialized in front of me.

"We take our responsibilities very seriously, this crystal is worth more than
the annual GDP of your planet. And we are giving it to you. Touch it and you
will also be 106.87 times your current strength," Gold said. "Your relative
capabilities will be as they were, and in the real world, small girls do not
defeat large, athletic males no matter how capable they are."

The Present:

Carrie started to circle, but now I could track her movements. I grabbed her
by the upper arm. She thrashed about furiously trying to pull free. Her small
but well defined bicep was still steel hard against my own now stronger
fingers. She must have been a very strong girl before she found that crystal,
but like Gold had said, she was still much smaller and I held her arm without
too much strain.

I pulled her in towards me. I would restrain her and then try to reason with
her. As I pulled her close, I made the mistake of loosening my grip on her
arm. She still had one huge advantage over me. I'd only had super strength for
a few hours; she'd had it for months. She leapt up into the air, squirting out
of my hand. She back flipped in mid-air and landed behind me. Before I could
turn, she reached between my legs and grabbed my balls with her powerful
little hand.

If she'd squeezed as hard as she could, she might well have taken me down, but
instead she said, "What the hell," and loosened her grip enough that I reached
between my legs, grabbed her forearm, and pulled her right thru. It hurt like
hell as her hand ripped free from my balls; my whole dick was on fire and had
been since I'd come home, but I ignored it and whipped her body up over my
head then slammed it down onto the floor. My hardwood (yes, Carrie, my
hardwood) floor shattered as her back struck it.

I immediately whipped her back up and again slammed her to the floor. I did it
again and again, kind of like what the Hulk did to Loki in the first Avengers
movie. Two days ago I would have been horrified at what I was doing to a tiny,
teenage girl, but now, I can't describe how much I enjoyed beating the crap
out of her.

The floor shattered around me so badly I could see the basement below as the
plywood subflooring broke free from the force that I used to drive her
downward. She'd stopped struggling. I lifted her high into the air, reached up
and grabbed her by the neck and slammed her down again. Her eyes were glazing
over as I held her down, my fingers tightening around her throat. I felt
wonderful.

She looked up at me and gasped, "Fine, do it, go ahead and kill me."

Eight hours earlier:

"After you kill her," Gold said, "use this to disintegrate the body
completely." A blue metal cylinder a little larger than a cigarette lighter
appeared in front of me.

"Wait, kill her." I sputtered.

"Yes," Gold continued, "we suggest you break her neck then strangle her for at
least thirty more minutes to make sure she's dead. Otherwise, her enhanced
abilities might let her recover."

"No, no, I'm not asking how to kill her. I wasn't planning on killing her
period."

"Oh," Silver asked, "what do you intend to do with her once you defeat her?"

I paused, my whole goal was just to get her to go away. I hadn't thought about
what happened after that. When I didn't answer, Silver continued, "What do you
think she will do once you beat her?" I didn't say anything, but I knew the
answer. She'd go and find someone else to terrorize.

"You cannot leave her free to hurt others and you cannot turn her into the
authorities. They will experiment on her and use her as a weapon. They will
learn of our presence. That is unacceptable. The only responsible thing to do
is to kill her."

I hated Carrie. Part of me would love to see her dead, but I wasn't a
murderer. "I'm not killing someone in cold blood. That's wrong. Maybe I can
reform her, make her into someone who will use her powers well."

If it was possible for two featureless spheres to look at me in disbelief,
that's what Gold and Silver did. "We have been studying your species for three
hundred years," Silver said, "we've found very few instances where bad people
became good."

I nodded. "I understand, but I have to try. I'm not a murderer."

"Very well, B.B. Ohm," Gold replied. "We chose you out of all of Ms. Carson's
victims because you seemed the wisest and noblest. We will defer to your
judgement - for now, but realize, our mission cannot be jeopardized. If you
are unable to deal with this matter, we will be forced to and it will be far
worse for everyone should we have to."

The present:

I loosened my grip on her throat. No, I wasn't going to kill her. She began to
recover almost immediately. I grabbed her by one arm and one leg to make sure
she didn't have a chance to slip free or attack me. No, I wouldn't kill her,
but there was something I would do to her.

"I'm not killing you Carrie, but I am going to teach you a lesson."

Now that she'd gotten her wind back, she hadn't lost any of her attitude. "Oh,
I see, you perv. You've been drooling all over me since we met. So now that
you think you've beat me, you're going to have your way with me, huh." Part of
me wanted to do exactly that, but instead, I dragged her to my leather chair,
sat down, and pulled her over my knee.

When she realized what I was going to do, she began to furiously struggle so
much I had to lean my body atop her back to keep her pinned. I brought my hand
down on her perfect little ass as hard as I could. She screamed, then began
cursing at me, "You shithead pedophile, is this the only way you can get off?
By beating up little girls."

I slammed my hand down on her again. "Because you're too much of a sissy to
fuck me." Slam again. "Because I know that's what you want to do, to stick
your dick into my tight little snatch." Slam. "You may have been sucking up to
me, but you weren't lying, I'm the hottest girl you've ever seen."

She was right and her taunting me about her tight snatch wasn't helping. I so
badly wanted to lift her up and impale her on my penis, which felt harder than
ever and burned so hot, I felt my pants would either rip or ignite. I brought
my hand down again. Tears began falling out of her eyes. Part of me loved the
sight, but another part of me remembered what I'd told her when she was
torturing me. Might does not make right. Was I a good person only when it was
easy to be good?

I sighed and force myself to stand. I drug her by the right leg to the
kitchen, grabbing my bag on the way, I hauled her down to the basement. "What
the hell," she demanded, "is this your kill room, creep."

Among the many perks of being rich was that I lived in a mansion with a
massive finished basement. The main beam running down the center was a steel
I-beam. I pulled out the chain in the bag, put one end over the beam, then
mannacled Carries hands onto each end of the chain. "Wow," she said, "you
really are a sicko, trying to chain me in your basement like some psycho. Do
you think these will hold me?"

"Yes, I do. They're titanium. I spent the last hour trying to break them."
Among the perks of being a beloved football player was access to friends who
could get military grade hardware. She flung herself about. Her red hair
flailed around her face and her tiny but powerful body flew in all directions,
but sure enough, both chains and beam held. Where the beam met the house's
concrete skirting though, it began to shudder. I worried she might be able to
crack the foundation.

"You realize who this house will come down on if you actually succeed in
pulling that beam free?" I pointed out. That calmed her down slightly, she
stood and glared at me, then she grabbed a short length of chain in each hand
and began twisting it back and forth. The links squealed loudly as she ground
them against each other. I didn't know much about metallurgy, but I knew if
she kept working the links long enough, she might eventually break one no
matter how strong the metal was.

I tried to distract her. I could get a contractor to reinforce the foundation
and find even stronger chains, but even so, I couldn't keep her locked here
forever. I gave her a highly edited account of what happened to me, hoping the
thought of aliens coming to disintegrate her might make her more cooperative.

She's stopped trying to break the chains while I talked, but once I finished
she gave me a defiant look and went back to work. So I asked, "Carrie, where
are your parents?" With any luck, maybe they could help me get her back under
control.

I felt a moment's hope when she dropped the chains and looked distant. "My mom
od'd a few years ago." Her expression hardened, "My dad? Beats me, I haven't
seen him since the last time I knocked the crap out of him."

My stomach dropped. I fingered the Orballium's cylinder in my shirt pocket.
Maybe she really was a monster. "You used your new strength to beat up your
father?" I asked.

She glared at me again, flexed her right bicep and yelled, "Screw you, B.B. I
didn't need an alien crystal to kick his ass." I sighed, that may have been
worse. "Oh, I keep forgetting you're a pussy who pretends he's a tough guy.
Would you like to hear what it's like to really be tough?"

I nodded, getting her talking couldn't be a bad thing - I hoped.

"My mother was a prostitute and a junkie. My father was her pimp and dealer.
He first forced himself on me when I was twelve." I gasped. She smiled,
grabbed the chains with each hand and used them to lift herself up. She turned
upside down then spun to face me, hanging in mid air. She'd been wearing one
of my jerseys like a dress. It fell down over her head to fall where the
chains met her hands, leaving her in her red undies. She spread her legs apart
and said, "Does that turn you on, B.B., the thought of my Daddy doing to me
what you wish you could?"

It did not, but seeing her near naked again sure did, which was what she
wanted. My dick was getting hard again with a force and power that was
painful. Something was going on down there and I wanted to run back up stairs
to find out, but I needed to hear what she had to say while she was willing to
talk.

"My mom tried to stop him, once. He beat the crap out of her. That taught her,
she never did anything for me again. I certainly couldn't stop him, he was too
strong. I thought he was the most powerful person on Earth. Or I did until his
supplier came to visit and Daddy suddenly became all 'yes sir, please sir,
thank you sir'. And when he pissed off the wrong person, I saw him on his
knees pleading for his life before some big shot mob guy from downtown."

"That's when I realized the truth, a truth you still don't get. Might makes
right. My dad had a right to abuse mom and me, he was stronger. And the
supplier had a right to abuse him. And the mob boss had a right to abuse all
of us. And everyone else had a right to ignore what was happening to me
because I was weak and helpless. Once I realized this truth, I stopped crying
about my life and just survived it."

I felt my eyes starting to water. This was far worse than I could have
imagined. Carrie sneered at my sympathy then added, "But then I realized maybe
I wasn't so weak. I started gymnastics when I was ten, way later than most. I
didn't have the special classes or the expensive coaches that all the other
snotty bitches had. And no one wanted the white trash around, so they always
left me on the sidelines, but I was better than them, faster, stronger,
agiler." She twirled around on the chains like a trapeze. When she said
"agiler", she bent her leg behind her back until her foot rested flat on the
back of her head. She looked at me and pushed her chest out for emphasis.

"About three months ago, one of the popular girls wanted to show off, so with
her pals watching, she called me the daughter of a coke whore. This wasn't the
first time some girl had said something like that to me. I just ignored it.
After all it was true, and what could I do, they were all bigger and stronger
than I, but this girl really wanted to show off; she swung at me. On reflex I
ducked her blow then shot my own fist out, catching her squarely in the chest.
Even though she was six inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than me, she
plopped on her butt."

"A light went off in my head; maybe I wasn't at the bottom of the food chain
anymore. I leapt on top of her, slammed her chest to the ground, put my knees
on her arms, and punched her in the face again and again. Her nose bloodied
and her lip split." Carrie mimicked punching this girl again and again. I
realized that watching her fists fly turned me on. "She was bawling and
begging me to stop. I felt more powerful than I'd ever felt before."

"Her boyfriend lifted me off of her. I'd been transformed though, I wasn't
ready to give up and go back to being the weak me. I pivoted toward him as he
held me up in the air and wrapped my legs around his chest. I squeezed hard
and pulled myself toward him. He started wobbling as I squished the air from
his lungs. He tried to push me off but I twisted myself beneath his arm and
slithered around until I was on his back. I got my arm around his neck and
began to choke him." Using the chain and one arm to hold herself up, she
flexed her legs and pretended to wrap them around someone, then she used her
free arm to choke them.

"Someone yelled, "C'mon Tony, toss her off." But Tony's face was turning
purple. He plopped to his knees. I pulled my legs in tighter. I felt his ribs
buckling. It was a race between me choking him or breaking his ribs. I heard
his bitchy girlfriend scream, "She's killing him, stop her, stop her." At that
point, three teachers rushed over and pried me off of him."

My dick throbbed and the burning I'd been feeling now felt like a gasoline
fire. She continued. "The boy I beat up wasn't as big as Daddy, but unlike
Daddy, he wasn't fat or a druggie. As I watched Daddy that same night, sitting
in front of the TV and getting drunk, I knew what he would try to do to me
later, but this time, I wondered if I was strong enough to stop him."

"When he came for me, I leapt to meet him. I grabbed his left arm in both my
hands and wrapped my legs around his chest, pinning his right arm beneath my
calves. He struggled to pull free but he couldn't. 'Baby, you better let me go
right now or I'm going to hurt you.' Once that would have terrified me, but I
just squeezed my legs together harder."

Was watching her shimmy her body while reenacting this what was turning me on
so badly? Or was I actually getting turned on hearing her tell me about
beating up people (other than me).

"He said, 'All right bitch, you asked for it. He tried to punch me with his
left fist, but I held it in place. I had been right, I was stronger than him.
I began to twist his arm. He stopped yelling at me and started groaning in
pain.

I almost groaned too. I felt precum oozing out of my penis in way too large
amounts. The burning pain though was fighting with my lust.

"I'd thought beating up those kids at school was the best moment of my life,
but this was far better. He began to beg, 'Ok, honey, you win. Please stop,
you're going to break Daddy's arm.'"

"I said, 'No Daddy, I am breaking your arm,' and with one massive twist, I
snapped it at the elbow. He screamed in terror and fell to the floor. I rode
him down and started punching him in the face again and again.

She mimed the blows she gave her father. Earlier, she'd acted as if she'd
hadn't been bothered by what her father had done to her, but the fury in her
face told a different story. "His eyes were black, his nose busted, blood
spurted from it. He kept begging me to stop but I just laughed and told him
that he was my bitch now. I repositioned my legs around his ribs, I was going
to break them. I was going to kill him. I would have done it too, but then I
remembered that mob boss he owed money to. If I killed him, they'd be coming
after me. So I kicked him out of the house and told him never to come back."

She calmed down, stood back on the floor. She took a good look at me and
smiled. "My story turning you on, B.B?"

I ignored her question. "So what happened next?"

"Getting rid of Dad solved one of my problems, but made a big new one. I had
no money. Soon I was out of food. I didn't want to give up my new freedom by
going to Social Services and being put in some foster care hellhole, but I was
running out of options. I tried to get Daddy's supplier to let me deal in his
place, but he told me to beat it. I thought about beating him, but he had two
big goons with him and I knew I wasn't that tough."

"I stood out in front of my trailer, walking around on my hands while trying
to think of another way out, when that alien crystal came crashing down. It
was like a miracle. Now I was mightier than everyone. I took over my school
and showed all of them who was the baddest girl around. I wasn't hungry
anymore with all the money I shook down from the other kids - and the
teachers, but with my strength, I knew I could do better."

"That's when Daddy came back. He brought three men with him. Can you believe
it? He was so scared of me, he brought three guys to take me down. Of course,
I beat them all to within an inch of their lives. That's when Daddy shot me
with his 38. I think you can guess how well that worked for him. I told Dad
that the next time I saw him, I'd kill him on the spot. I made them all beg me
to spare their lives before letting them crawl away on their hands and knees."

"After that, I thought about going and finding the mob boss and making him
work for me, but then I realized why should I own some sleaze bag mobster,
when I could own a rich, famous star instead." She blew me a kiss. "And lucky
you, you get to be my boytoy."

I had to get out of there. My dick was about to explode, either in an orgasm
or for real. "Well, no more, by your own theory of life, I'm mightier now, so
you're going to have to follow my rules."

She chuckled. "Hmm, I don't think so. You may have gotten the drop on me and
maybe you have more raw strength, but inside, you're soft and weak. When this
is over, you're going to be right back where we started, on your knees,
kissing my feet."

I couldn't wait and argue. So I just said, "You mistake kindness and morality
for weakness. Might doesn't make right, Carrie." Then I left, trying not to
run. As soon as I got upstairs. I ripped my pants off and looked down at my
dick. Oh, shit.

Eight hours earlier:

"You may experience some side effects from the crystal," Gold told me.

"Uhm, like cancer?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, no," Silver replied, "minor things, like Ms. Carson's continuously
changing shade of red hair or her much enlarged mammary glands. Nothing that
would be a real problem."

The present:

The tip of my dick stood more than an inch past the end of the ruler and was
twice it's previous diameter. Each of my balls was the size of a baseball. No
wonder Carrie'd been surprised when she grabbed them.

I'd lost more than one girlfriend because of my big, but still human
proportioned penis. I couldn't imagine what I was going to do with this new
horse cock.

And what was I going to do with Carrie? How could I possibly reform someone
who'd been through what she had? Maybe the Orballiums were right, I might have
to kill her. Otherwise, her prediction just might come true.

Next time - B.B. enrolls Carrie in a new high school.