Anne Beats Boys 
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com
An update of Hardie's story, this sequel to Bullies Beaten finds the male bullies attacking a small young girl. It does not go well for them.


For the next few weeks Knox kept a low profile. Since he and Heatley had been
beaten up by Kelly and Anne all he could think about was getting his revenge
on the girls. They had degraded him in front of his cronies. From being feared
and 'respected' he knew he was now being laughed at by everyone behind his
back.

Even Barbara, his little sister, had stopped doing his bidding. Now she only
did her own share of the chores while their parents were at work, leaving him
to fend for himself. At first, Knox was too chastened to attempt to reassert
himself. The hammering he'd received from the girl had temporarily broken his
spirit. Every time he thought about the fight his body melted with shame. How
could he lose to a girl - a girl three years his junior and half his size! He
could only think it was the way she'd kicked him in the balls. He convinced
himself the girl had got his balls with a sneak attack, before he was ready.

That was it, he reasoned. The girl had fought dirty. Well, he could fight
dirty too! He went off to consult with Heatley.

The last place Anne expected to be attacked was in her own garden.

She was half asleep, lying on a towel on the lawn, sunbathing in her new two

piece swimsuit when Knox and Heatley arrived via the adjoining cemetery.

Taken completely by surprise, Anne had barely scrambled to her feet when Knox

held her round the neck with one brawny arm and twisted her wrist up behind

her back with his other hand. He bent her slender body backwards, the pressure
of his arm round her throat cutting off the girl's cries of pain and rage.

"No good screeching, girl," said Knox. "We know there's no one at home. We've
been watching. And now you're gonna get beat up for what you and that other
bitch did to us!"

He jerked her arm up, making the girl's body arch in pain.

Heatley, like Knox, was wearing trainers, soccer shorts and a t-shirt which

perfectly molded to the powerful male muscles of his upper arms, shoulders and
torso. He stood in front of the helpless young girl. He felt tremors of

excitement course through his loins as he took in the sight of the tanned body
of the petite, half naked girl.

Her gymnastic and self-defense classes kept her smoothly muscled body in peak
condition. Her tanned skin glowed with health and her curves were accentuated
by the white cloth of the bikini which molded to her flaring hips and pert
young breasts.

"Yeah!" said Heatley, licking his lips lasciviously, "and then we'll make her
play with herself like she did to us. Or we can play with her!"

The muscular young man drew back his fist. Anne had recovered from her initial
surprise and, despite the pain in her arm and the helplessness of her
position, took in the situation calmly. Ceasing to struggle, she rolled her
eyes and let her body go completely limp.

Heatley lowered his fist in alarm as he saw the girl's slender body flopping
in his friend's deadly choke hold.

"Hell, Knox, you've killed her!" he gasped. He stepped forward. Knox felt the
girl go limp and panicked a bit at Heatley's words. He eased the choke hold
and let go her wrist, with the intention of lowering her flaccid body to the
ground.

The girl, exultant that her ruse had worked sprang into action!

Using Knox's body as a prop, she braced herself on one shapely leg and swung
the other with devastating speed. Her foot flew up between Heatley's bulging
thighs and smacked into his balls with horrendous force.

Before the boy's anguished cry passed his lips, the girl squirmed free

from a stunned Knox's grasp and swiveled to face him, driving a bony elbow

into Heatley's face as she spun round.

Knox gaped as Heatley collapsed onto the lawn, clutching his balls, blood
streaming from a nose broken by the girl's elbow, writhing in agony as he
sought to curl into an amoebic ball. One minute they'd had the girl at their
mercy, the next she'd floored one large, muscular male opponent and was
preparing to do battle with the other. Anne knew from her classes that the
best form of self-defense was to run screaming!

However, she had no intention of letting these bullies chase her from her own
garden. She had temporarily disabled Heatley. Controlled, blazing rage made
her stand her ground against the massive form of Knox. If he wanted a fight,
she'd give him one, and this time she'd really beat him up, however big he
was!

She dropped into a fighting crouch. Knox eyed the young girl warily. Logic
told him he should be able to break her lithe little body in two, she was so
small. OK, so her thighs were sturdy enough, but her arms looked like twigs.
He could easily have snapped the one he'd bent up behind her back.

Yet there was something about her that made him pause. She looked so
determinedly confident, a quizzical smile playing on her inviting lips. She
should be cowering in feminine fear before a large male attacker, not
challenging him, making HIM, a big, older boy, feel scared. Somehow she'd made
a mess of him before, kicking him in the balls like she'd just done to
Heatley, then humiliating him in front of everyone. He desperately wanted to
plant his ham like fist into her pretty, calm looking face, but he didn't want
her to kick his balls in again.

He dropped one hand to protect his genitals and swung a punch at the girl with
the other. Anne swayed to one side and ducked under the boy's clumsy swing
with ease. It was impossible for him to retain his balance with one hand
clutching his balls while he swung a haymaker of a punch with the other.

She dropped to one knee and swung her other leg like a scythe, low above the

grass, sweeping Knox's legs from under him and sending him crashing to the

ground. Almost before Knox's massive frame hit the ground, the nimble young

girl was on him, straddling his prone body, holding him by his hair and

smashing a tiny fist again and again into the side of his thick neck. One of

the girl's blows caught the boy's carotid, stunning her massive opponent,

making him flop helplessly under her svelte young body.

Carried away by her success, Anne became aware of Heatley's recovery only just
in time, rolling away from Knox's prone form as Heatley's foot missed her face
by a whisker.

She gained her feet in a flash as the frustrated male fighter charged after

her. Almost overwhelmed by the boy's bulk, Anne sank onto her haunches, rolled
backwards and punched upwards with both feet into the boy's stomach as he
stumbled over her. Caught completely off balance by the girl's lightning

maneuver, Heatley found himself spinning sideways to crash into the wall of

the garden shed. The boy's head cracked into the timber, making him flounder

groggily against the hut.

Anne hammered into him, her tiny fists thumping like pistons into the pads of
muscle on the boy's stomach, doubling him over with the ferocity of her
assault. The girl grabbed the dazed young man by the hair with one hand and
smashed her other fist into his face with a succession of powerful uppercuts
which had all her weight behind them.

Callously the girl kept pounding his face as Heatley's huge frame slowly slid
down the wall of the shed, helpless under the fury of the female fighter's
vicious assault.

Letting go the boy's hair, the lissome young tomboy whirled round on one leg,

ponytail flying, tanned limb flashing in a wide arc to smack into his throat

as his powerful male body fell under the pretty girl's ferocious attack. With

callous indifference, the girl kicked him in the ribs and stomped down on his

kidney.

"That should keep you quiet for a while, sunshine," she told the

prostrate male.

Leaving Heatley sobbing and gagging on the ground, Anne

whirled around to face Knox once more. He was on one knee, shaking his head to
clear the haze which was preventing him from thinking clearly, when the girl
launched herself at him.

Desperately the boy pushed one heavily muscled arm out to ward off the girl's
attack. With the grace of a ballet dancer, the girl slid past the boy's
defense and slammed her knee into his exposed jaw with stunning force. Knox's
large frame was thrown backwards with the power of the

girl's blow, to sprawl, spread-eagled on the lawn.

Anne sank to her knees beside him, held him by the neck and slammed punch
after punch into the stunned boy's stomach. As each punch blasted into the
boy's wilting muscles, he cried out with pain, his trunk-like legs kicking in
spasmodic reaction to the piercing punishment of the girl's tiny fist. Each
blow sank deeper and deeper into the powerful body of the terrified young man
as the tanned tomboy pulped his muscles.

Knox's mind was racing. One part of him wanted to give in

to the girl, to beg her to stop her hurting him. The other forced him to think
of the consequences of once more suffering defeat at the hands of a tiny girl.

Summoning the remains of his will power and strength, the boy struck out at

the girl with a brawny arm, sweeping her from her position and sending her

toppling over backwards. Agile as a monkey, the girl flipped over in a

backward roll to regain her feet, and promptly stumbled over Heatley as he

tried to raise his battered body onto all fours.

"Grab her!" shouted Knox as he staggered upright, clutching his pounded
stomach, but Heatley was too badly hurt to take advantage of the situation.
One hand feebly grabbed at the girl's slim ankle as she sprang to her feet,
then she was gone.

Anne's cool, fighting brain made a lightning assessment of the situation.
Heatley was wallowing on all fours, gasping for breath, trying to recover
enough strength left to pull his body erect. Knox was on his feet, and
although his movements were cumbersome because of the hiding she'd given him,
he was the more dangerous of the two males. Knox, she decided, had to go
first!

Meanwhile....the graceful girl danced forward and drove her foot under the
ribs of Heatley's arched body, sending him flopping back to the ground as the
wind was expelled from his lungs by the force of her kick. With his legs
spread, Anne quickly stomped her foot down directly on Heatley's bulging
crotch. The handsome hunk yelped in pain, rolling over into a fetal position,
clutching his aching groin.

Leaping over the collapsing frame of one muscular male opponent, the slender
young girl threw herself into action against the other, more powerful
exemplification of masculine muscular strength. And the boy's strength proved
no match for the girl's speed and agility. Her tiny fists flashed through the
thick set boy's guard with bewildering speed, ramming punches into his already
battered stomach, pulling down his defense, then switching to crash blow after
blow into his reddening features as he sought vainly to land a punch of his
own on the girl's mocking face.

They stood toe to toe, the huge muscular male towering over the half

naked, slender form of the curvaceous girl fighter as they fought to a finish.
The bunched muscles of the young man's power packed shoulders sent his arms
firing massive blows at the girl's bobbing body, while her bony little fists
whipped into her male opponent with rapier like speed.

Gradually, the ducking, swaying, skillful young girl drew the strength from
the despairing boy, forcing his brawny, muscle laden arms to drop lower and
lower as her fists ripped into his hard young body, while each of his punches
hit nothing but air.

Soon, the boy began to give ground. The massively muscled male was being
forced to retreat by the nubile young girl fighter. Punch after punch smacked
into his face and body as Anne drove him into the corner where the
four-foot-high garden fence met the back wall.

Knox was exhausted and desperate. He could no longer swing his muscle laden
arms at the tiny female who was pounding him to defeat. All he could do was
hang on, his head buried in his brawny forearms for protection as the deadly
girl fighter pinned him in the corner, pouring punches into his wilting body.
His only hope was that Heatley who had staggered to his feet would come to his
rescue before the girl smashed him to the ground.

Anne was fully aware of Heatley's return to the scene and decided to drop Knox
before the other boy could attack her from behind. It was a pity

really, because she was enjoying the feel and sound of her fists pounding into
the tough male body of the strapping young man, and loved hearing his cries of
pain and seeing the fear in his eyes as she tore into him with unrelenting
female fury. She was determined to smash the huge, arrogant male into total
submission. But she needed to see to Heatley.

She moved in close, steadied herself by taking hold of Knox's bulging biceps,
and drove her knee up between his beefy thighs to smack with a satisfying
thump into the boy's dangling balls.

Knox screamed in agony, clutched his balls and dropped at the girl's feet.

Disdainfully she kicked him in the ribs with all her power and spun to take on
Heatley...who was stumbling towards the garden fence with only one thought in
mind .... escape!

Anne was thrilled. A magnificently muscled male was running away from her in
terror. Anne had no trouble catching the shambling figure of

Heatley. Gleefully the girl tripped him with one shapely leg, sending his

massive frame crashing to the ground. She was on him in a flash, winding one

slender arm round the boy's thick neck, bending his muscular arm up behind his
back with her other hand. Dazed and winded, Heatley offered no resistance as
the girl consolidated her powerful hold on her huge opponent.

"Give in, Heatley, or I'll break your arm," she hissed into the boy's ear. She
jerked the boy's arm higher up his back, forcing a cry of anguish from the
male fighter. "I said, GIVE!" she forced his arm even higher, tightening her
choke hold at the same time with all the strength she could muster in her
slender young body.

With a screech of terror, as he felt the unbearable pain in his

shoulder and his breath being choked from his lungs, Heatley frantically

slapped the ground.

"I give in! You win!" he wheezed through his strangling larynx. Anne
immediately let go and rose smoothly to her feet. "Get on all

fours!" she ordered. Hardly knowing what he was doing, and weak with relief

now that the terrible little girl had stopped hurting him, Heatley, groaning

and panting, did as he was told and pulled himself onto his hands and knees,

head hanging between his powerfully muscled shoulders in abject defeat.

"Just spread your knees a little bit, there's a good boy," Anne purred, moving
round behind her terrified victim. Heatley, knowing what was coming next,
almost started sobbing. "That's just right," she said... and smashed her foot
into the boys unprotected balls.

Heatley's body jerked. A howl of agony sprang from his lips. All four limbs
splayed out wildly, and the boy's mighty frame crashed to the ground in
merciful unconsciousness at the feet of the girl who had beaten him to defeat.

Knox had also made it to all fours, watching through tear stained eyes with
trembling lips as the girl strolled over to him, swinging her hips,
emphasizing the fact that it was a girl who was coming to get him.

Tremors of fear ran through the large young man's battered body as the lithe
female fighter seemed to flow across the lawn towards him with the grace of a
stalking panther, a smile of anticipation on her pretty face.

Knox wanted to beg her to let him go and not hurt him any more. His instinct
was to get away, to run from her and save himself from her

terrible fists. But another part of him said he had to fight on. He was older,
bigger, stronger than the slightly built girl. He had to win. He couldn't let
a slip of a girl beat him up.

Yet that's what she was doing. She'd finished Heatley. Now she was coming for
him. His eyes took in her beautifully proportioned female body, the confident
smile and swing of her hips and her lovely unmarked face.

His courage failed. Knox sank back to the ground and held his brawny arms up
in a mute plea for mercy. Anne was elated! Knox was finished! She'd beaten
him! She'd beaten both of them! A girl had beaten up two bigger, older boys!
Her chest swelled with pride.

She'd defeated two boys in combat. Now she would make them pay for having the
audacity to attack her in her own back garden! Her eyes gleamed as she
surveyed the quivering frame of her huge male victim.

"Get on your feet," she commanded. The boy towered over the fragile looking
girl, even with his head hung in defeat. "Take off your clothes, Knox!" For a
moment it looked as if the once proud young male would refuse. The girl could
sense he was trying to summon up the will power to resist her. She reached up,
grabbed him by one ear and glared into the boy's tear-filled eyes. The young
man's male will be dissolved before the stronger will power of the determined
young female as she slew him with her eyes.

"NOW!" she barked. Sobbing with shame, all male pride drowned in his

fear of the girl, the boy stripped off his shirt, shorts and footwear and

stood before her in just a small pair of briefs. The girl ogled the handsome
hunk's gorgeous muscular body, her eyes lingering on his bulging briefs.

"Do you want me to take those off of you?" she asked as she folder her arms.

Knox whimpered as he pulled his briefs off and then pulled himself upright,
naked and humiliated before the triumphant little girl.

Anne took the laces from Knox's trainers. "Right, Knox," she said, "get your
hands behind your back."

Totally subjugated by the girl, the Herculean young male did as

she told him, allowing her to bind his wrists with his own laces.

Anne made him move back against the wall of the garden shed, then she repeated
the process with a chastened, terrified Heatley. The girl now had two
well-built naked male victims trembling before her, terrified of what she was
going to do to them next.

Her insides melted as she enjoyed the sight of their beautifully

sculpted bodies; mountainous muscles, large cocks dangling between
power-packed thighs and tight bums squeezing in fear. Their muscles were
glistening with sweat. And these gorgeously formed, naked male animals were
trembling in terror of what she, a frail little girl, was going to do to them!

She moved in to Heatley, stroking his twitching stomach with her little female
fingers.

"How's your stomach Heatley. Have I wrecked your lovely muscles?" She poked a
finger into his quaking flesh, making him yelp. Then, pinning him to the wall
by his throat, the pretty little tomboy drilled her fist again and again into
the young man's gut, pulping his splendid muscles with her piercing punches,
loving the feel of female fist on male flesh.

As the remaining strength was beaten from his naked body by the tanned little
girl in the white bikini, Heatley, sobbing uncontrollably, was allowed by her
to sink to his knees. She transferred her grip to the boy's hair, pulling his
head back so that she could look into his tearful, beseeching eyes. For a
moment, the girl felt a surge of sympathy for him. It must be so humiliating
for the powerful young man to be beaten up by a little girl.

Then she saw his cock, thrusting from his body in a towering,

throbbing erection. She gasped, her eyes widening with astonishment. She

flicked the boy's cock.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Just like last time! You like being beaten up by a
girl. You've just given me an idea." She cupped his taut balls and pulled the

quivering male to his feet. "Just wait there a moment like a good boy!"

The girl moved in front of a cowering Knox. "Now, Knox," she said, lightly

caressing the boy's abdomen, "so you won't feel out of things, I'm going to

just give you a little bitty punching, just like Heatley got. I expect you'll

enjoy being beaten up by a girl as well, huh?"

"No, please.." Knox began to beg, but it was too late.

The girl's fist rammed into his stomach, and again and again, as she held him
upright while her deliberately placed punches took their toll of his huge,
naked body.

To her delight, Knox's cock rose majestically even as his body slumped in
sobbing surrender.

The tough little tomboy cupped Knox's balls and made him stand alongside
Heatley. The girl wriggled her tiny frame in between the hulking young men.
She took hold of a thick, pulsating cock in each small hand, relishing the
control she had over the boys as she felt their bodies tauten with trepidation
and desire.

Then, she got to work, pulling and yanking her victims' thick dicks. They
yelped and flinched at her rough ministrations which made her giggle. As the
boys' breathing got quicker, she knew they were close. First Heatley came and
she kept pumping his dick until she had squeezed out every last drop. When he
was finished, she then used both hands on Knox's enormous erection, using his
sticky pre-come to make his dick slick, gliding her hands from the base to the
sensitive head. Soon Knox came, too, his milky male fluid flying through the
air. With a few deft strokes of her silky fingers, the girl had milked her
victims to ignominious, spurting ejaculation.

Using their balls as a lever once more, the sadistic young girl pulled the
boys onto their knees. They knelt in front of her, heads hanging in shame
down, thick pecs heaving with exhaustion, swollen cocks and swollen balls
drooping between their muscular thighs. She stood in front of them, hands on
hips, legs apart, a confident young female in total command of her defeated
male opponents.

"I'm so sorry I've had to give you two boys such a hiding," she purred
seductively. "It must be so awful for you to be beaten up by a little girl
like me. Just one more thing before I let you go. Just spread your knees, like
good little boys. "

Fearfully, hypnotized by the force of the girl's will, the crying boys
complied. Anne stepped forward and smashed her foot into each of the boys
balls in turn.

"Now get out of here," she ordered as the two hulking, moaning males writhed
in agony on the lawn. She dragged them to their knees by their hair and made
them crawl across to the fence, kicking them as she went. Then she untied
their hands and made them climb naked over the fence. She did not give them
back their clothes.

"Please come back boys," she mocked, "anytime you want a thrashing from a
girl, you know where to come!" She laughed with pride and pleasure as the two
large, muscular, naked males ignominiously fled. Their stride was awkward as
they tried to keep their aching balls from brushing against their thick
thighs. She stared at their cute, beefy buttocks until they were out of sight.