Bullies beaten
by jdean72000@yahoo.com
An update of Hardie's classic story of 2 muscular bullies dominated and ballbusted by 2 girls.


This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults
only. 

Anne's father was part time caretaker of the local cemetery. This was no
longer used as a burial ground as it was full up. However, he kept it in
immaculate condition for the benefit of those who wished to visit, by prior
arrangement, the last resting place of their loved ones. At other times the
large wrought iron entrance gates were kept locked. Anne, and her friend Kelly
found it to be the ideal place to practise their gymnastics and the self
defence skills they were being taught at school by their new gym teacher, Ms
Cartwright!

The cemetery was protected on two sides by six feet high stone walls. Anne's
cottage and garden, and the entrance gates filled another side, and the
fourth, south side was bordered by a low wall and a steep bank which dropped
away to a main road thirty feet below. When the girls wanted to work out on
the lovely level 'rest' lawn in one corner of the cemetery, all they had to do
was climb over the fence of Anne's garden and they had the graveyard to
themselves...until the boys intruded.

Neither Anne nor Kelly noticed the ball flying over the north wall of the
cemetery. They had heard the sound of the boys playing in the street beyond
when they'd started their practice, but were unaware of any problem until Knox
started wolf whistling from the position he'd climbed to on top of the wall.
He had something to whistle about! Both girls were petite 18 year olds, with
neatly proportioned, developing, curvaceous bodies. They were wearing their
navy blue, cotton, PE briefs and white, aertex sports shirts. Calf length
white socks and white plimsolls completed their attire.

"Throw the ball back then," said Knox, indicating the soccer ball lying among
the graves, "unless," he leered, "you want to play with it yourselves. You'd
like to play with my balls, wouldn't you," he smirked suggestively as some of
his cronies chuckled lewdly from behind the wall.

The girls glanced at each other and winced. Knox was a 19-year-old bully who
took great delight in making suggestive remarks to younger girls. Anne
shrugged, ran over, picked up the ball and threw it over the wall. Knox
disappeared and the girls began their routine once more. Seconds later the
ball bounced between them. Knox regained his position on top of the wall, this
time accompanied by his crony Heatley, another 19 year old. Both boys leered
at the young girls.

"Get the ball, then girls," ordered Knox, digging his friend in the ribs.
"They're great at getting boys' balls, Heatley." Heatley guffawed as Anne
retrieved the ball and threw it over the wall.

"That's the last time, Knox," she glared up at him legs apart, hands on curvy
young hips. "We don't need your stupid remarks, so just go away and leave us
alone!"

"Ouuuuu," mocked Knox, "my ball's not good enough for you then." He signalled
an unseen colleague. The ball came back over the wall. "Oops!" he said. "Looks
as if you'll have to fetch my ball again. Go fetch girls!" There was the sound
of male chuckling from Knox's sychophants.

This time Kelly got the ball. She tossed it in the air a couple of times,
looked up at the boys on the wall and said, calmly, "We told you that was the
last time, Knox. So, if you want your rotten ball you'll have to come and get
it."

"Come and....WHAT!" yelled Knox. "Throw the ball back, Kelly, 'cause if I have
to come down there, I'm warning you, I won't go easy just 'cause you're a
girl!" he blustered.

"Well, I won't go easy on you just because you're a boy, and a stupid muck
mouth at that," said Kelly, glaring defiantly at him.

"Right!" roared Knox, enraged by the girl's defiance. "Come on, boys. Let's
teach these bitches a lesson!"

Knox and Heatley dropped into the cemetery, soon followed by three other
teenage boys who had been kicking the ball about in the street. Both boys were
shirtless and sweaty from their game. Anne and Kelly both noticed their
well-built bodies. Knox was taller and a little leaner compared to Heatley's
slightly shorter, stockier build, but both boys had heavy, heaving pecs,
rippling abs and thick arms. They were wearing sneakers and small soccer
shorts that showed off their bulging thigh muscles. Both boys were obviously
proud of their physiques and were trying to use their bodies to intimidate the
girls.

Knox's 18 year old sister Barbara also clambered over the wall, curious to see
what was going on.

"I see you need your gang," Kelly scorned. "Are you afraid to fight a girl by
yourself, Knox. Are you scared in case I give you a good hiding like you
deserve!" Knox was furious. He couldn't believe that a girl was standing up to
him. Hell, he was a good head and shoulders taller than she was and twice her
weight. He decided to give her a good spanking, humiliate her in front of
everyone and maintain his own credibility by getting this over quickly.

He was about to grab her, when Kelly threw the ball straight at his head. As
his hands automatically went to catch the ball, the girl stepped forward and
crashed her foot into the boy's unprotected balls. Knox's mouth dropped open
as what was meant to be a scream of pain came out as a choked whine as the
girl followed up her kick by grabbing hold of his muscular arms and driving
her knee up between his massive thighs to smash his balls once more. Knox
dropped. His large, well developed body simply sank to the ground. His hands
clutched his shattered balls, keening noises blurted from his mouth as he
crumpled before the girl's attack.

Even as the boy was going down Kelly didn't let up. Using her feet to good
effect, she drove her toe into his kneecap, then, whirling her lithe young
body in order to gain momentum, the girl smacked her instep into the boy's
face just before he hit the ground. The force of the kick sent Knox's body
flopping in a semi-conscious sprawl, helpless at the girl's feet.

Quick as a cat she dropped onto the boy's barrel like chest and began punching
him in the face. She remembered Ms Cartwright's advice. "Once you get on top,"
she'd said, "don't stop until your opponent is totally defeated. You only want
to fight each battle once. If you give him a thorough thrashing then he won't
come back for more - ever!" And she was giving Knox a thorough thrashing all
right. Her fists thumped into the boy's face as Kelly chose his eyes as her
target.

"Hey," yelled Heatley. He had been utterly shocked by the girl's ability to
smash his pal to the ground, but now intended to intervene. "That was dirty -
kicking him in the balls." He ran forward and pushed the girl from her perch
on Knox's chest. Kelly tumbled to the ground, rolled over on her shoulder, and
in one movement was back on her feet again, whirling to face her new
opponent.

Heatley, thinking he'd stopped the fight, was in the process of bending over
his stricken companion when Kelly, furious at being deprived of her prey,
lashed out with her foot and caught the boy a horrific blow in the throat.
Heatley staggered back, gagging, clutching his windpipe. Anne, who'd been
moving in to help her friend when Heatley attacked, took the opportunity to
slide her arms under his shoulders from behind and lock her hands behind his
thick neck in a full nelson, his legs spread invitingly as he tried to keep
his balance.

As Anne held the boy in position, Kelly flowed into action, her foot smashed
into Heatley's balls, then her fists bored into his rippling 6-pack abs as she
tore into her male adversary with controlled female fury. With his balls on
fire, Heatley was too stunned to brace his stomach muscles. The punches sank
deeper into his core than he expected. As Heatley's body collapsed under the
girl's attack, Anne had to let go as he was too heavy for her to hold upright.
Both girls started to hammer him to the ground.

Knox's head began to clear as he became aware of the pain in his balls and
face. He was furious at being caught out by the girl he'd attacked and pulled
himself to his feet, hell bent on revenge for the hurt she'd caused him.
Lurching towards the fighters, he grabbed Anne by the arm as she was about to
land another blow on the hapless Heatley. It was like grabbing a wildcat by
the tail. Instead of trying to pull away from him, the girl swung into his
body, free hand clawing at his face. As he leant backwards to avoid the girl's
hand, she brought her knee up into the boy's balls with a sickening thud. Knox
doubled up, moaning with shock and pain, clutching his balls.

Anne held him by the hair and smacked her knee up once again. This time it
crunched into the boy's face, breaking his nose, forcing a howl of anguish
from his lips. Anne let the boy's semi-conscious body drop, sank to her knees
beside him and speared her bony fist into the soft sternum above the pads of
muscle in the young man's stomach. The air was driven from the boy's lungs as
his huge, muscular frame flopped helplessly under the svelte young girl's
savage assault. Mercilessly, Anne drove her fist into her victim once more as
he rolled into a protective ball, moaning and sobbing.

Anne held him by the hair with one hand and forced her other hand between the
boy's muscular buttocks. Even though his thighs were heavy with thick slabs of
muscle, Knox was way too beaten to clench them or protect himself in time. Her
slender female fingers curled around his balls. With Knox wearing only wearing
soccer shorts and thin sports briefs underneath, Anne had easy access to his
most vulnerable organs. She squeezed! She was pleased with how squishy his
large, heavy balls were. Knox let out a high-pitched screech as the pain
seared his mind.

Barbara had been watching the fight with mounting excitement. At first she
couldn't believe her hulking big brother was being hammered by a little girl
not much older than herself. Then she found herself cheering on the girls as
they took Heatley and her brother apart. Her brother had bullied her
unmercifully for years and she had no sympathy for him. She also went to Ms
Carwright's classes. 'It must feel so good to beat up a boy', she thought, her
insides melting as she watched Anne make her big brother scream in agony. She
decided she'd help the girls if the rest of the boys intervened.

But the other boys had no intention of intervening. They'd all been dominated
in one way or another by Knox and Heatley and, although initially stunned by
the success of the girls, were now getting a charge out of seeing the nubile,
half naked girls beating up two powerfully built, half-naked older boys. Some
of them were even getting boners, creating bulges in their shorts that did not
go unnoticed by Barbara and the other girls.

Heatley was scrambling along the ground on all fours, using one arm to try to
ward off Kelly who was firing feet and fists at him in a relentless barrage
which prevented him from getting to his feet. His chance came when Knox
screamed. Kelly turned to see what was happening, thinking it might be Anne
who was in trouble. Heatley didn't care who was screaming. All he wanted to do
was to get away from the female fiend who was hammering her fists into him. He
ran. Kelly realized her mistake as Heatley badly hurt, set off on a shambling
run, heading for the wall. She raced after the boy. Panic stricken as he
realized the girl was after him, Heatley tried his hardest to escape.

In the upstairs flat of the only house whose windows overlooked the part of
the cemetery where the battle was taking place, Reg Collier watched in
amazement. He'd come into the bedroom to change, and had been down to his gym
shorts when he'd looked out of the window. He'd witnessed the girls'
dominating their large male opponents at the start of the fight, now he could
hardly believe his eyes as he saw a burly 19 year old boy fleeing from a
slender young girl. His cock bulged. He started as he found his pretty young
wife, Carol, standing beside him. She had sneaked up behind him, delighted
with the view of her hunky husband's muscular, V-shaped back, pert, round butt
and muscular thighs displayed by his short workout shorts. She was about to
wrap her arms around his waist when she glanced out the window.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she saw the action in the cemetery. "No wonder you
didn't hear me come in. Get him girl!"

Tanned legs flashing, ponytail streaming out behind her, Kelly caught up with
the terrified boy and brought him crashing to the ground with a flying tackle.
Almost in one movement, the agile young girl rose from her tackle, and,
maintaining her hold on the boy's ankles, she pushed Heatley's thick legs up
over his body. The girl paused a moment, struggling to get a good foothold
under the weight of Heatley's muscular legs.

"Surely she won't...," gasped Reg, as he saw from his viewpoint exactly what
the girl had in mind.

"Yes she will," said his wife, holding her breath in anticipation.

Kelly stepped inside the boy's suspended legs and kicked him in the balls.
Heatley's torso lifted from the ground as he thrashed around in agony. The
girl drew back her curvaceous leg and kicked him in the balls again.

"Oh YES!" Carol exclaimed. She glanced over at her husband's almost-naked
muscular body, just to steal a quick glance at the body she lusted after so
much. Instead of taking in his hairy, thick pecs and six-pack abs, she noticed
the large bulge in the front of his shorts. Carol reached over and wrapped her
fingers around the outline of his rock-hard cock through his shorts. Her eyes
gleamed, and her body shook with excitement at the sight of the girl giving
the large, well-built boy the beating of his life. Reg tensed up when his wife
grasped his cock but they both kept watching the action.

Kelly dropped Heatley's legs, which were becoming too heavy for her to hold up
any longer. The boy turned over and lay face down, clutching his groin,
moaning in pain and despair. The triumphant girl stomped her foot into the
back of his thick neck, slamming his face into the turf. She stomped him
again, then turned round to see how her friend was getting on.

Anne had Knox on his knees in front of her. She stood with legs astride, one
hand holding him upright by the hair the other under his chin, holding up his
battered, tear-stained face to her tranquil gaze. "Oh dear," she murmured
soothingly, "are you hurt, Knoxie-woxie? Poor boy. Did you let the little girl
beat you then! You wanted us to play with your balls. Didn't you enjoy the
girls playing with your balls after all? Come on, let's see if you can stand
up." She pulled Knox's head up by the hair and straightened up his body so
that he rose shakily to his feet, towering over the slender young girl as she
held him upright. "That's a good boy," she praised, as he swayed slightly
under her grasp, muscular arms flopping like a puppet's by his side. She moved
closer, eye-level with the muscle-bound boy's heaving pecs, and held him by
his bulging biceps. "Wow!" she mocked, "what lovely big muscles you have. What
a shame a big strong boy like you has to give in to a little girl." She grazed
her hands all over Knox's beautifully sculpted upper body, possessively
groping his thick shoulders, pecs and abs. Knox's mind was frozen. This
shouldn't be happening. He was being humiliated before his cronies by a girl
and he was numb with fear. The spirit had been knocked out of him by the young
girl fighters and he was powerless to resist. And something even more
humiliating was happening and he couldn't help himself.

Anne's curvaceous female leg was burrowing between his thickly muscled thighs,
forcing them apart. She let one hand drop onto the boy's balls and her eyes
widened with surprise. Knox had a hard on!

Anne was filled with excitement. She moved behind her terrified victim, one
hand holding his hair again, the other twisting a powerful male arm up behind
the boy's back, holding him helpless in her grasp. "Look, everyone!" she
announced, bending his body backwards, so that his erection bulged his shorts
outwards like a tent with a pole in it. "Knox likes being beaten up by a
girl!"

"Wow!" gasped Reg, "she's completely beaten him. The girl's totally
humiliating the boy and he's not even trying to fight her."

"That's right," his wife agreed. "The girl's destroyed his will to fight. She
can do what she wants with him now." She'd moved behind her husband and
stuffed one hand down his shorts, stroking his balls with one hand and rubbing
his stomach with the other. His erection was enormous! "And you're enjoying
watching the girls beating up the boys, aren't you?" She went on, "Girls can
usually beat up boys if they want to. We're much better fighters once we learn
how to use our skills. More ruthless..you'll see!" Reg saw.

Kelly had left Heatley cowering on the lawn. She moved sinuously towards Knox.
She loved the sight of the huge, hulking teenage male, practically naked,
bruised, bloodied and dazed, now captured, bent backward and more vulnerable
than ever. He was completely under their control. The power went straight to
her head ... and her hands. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed, patting his twitching
cock. "I've never seen a boy's hard on." She caressed the shape of his boner,
thrilled to feel how hard it was. She started to grope him more aggressively,
kneading and squeezing his cock like a tube of toothpaste. Knox started
breathing faster. "You won't mind if we just have a little look, will you
Knox! You said you wanted the girls to play with your balls, so here we go."
She pulled down the boy's shorts. All three girls gaped at the sight of Knox's
erection bulging through his sweat-soaked, practically transparent, skimpy
white briefs. Anne, wrenching on his arm, could hardly contain her excitement.
After molesting his trapped cock even more with rough squeezing and grabbing,
Kelly hooked her fingers in his briefs' waistband and lowered it. The girls
all gasped again as Knox's thick, throbbing erection sprang free and almost
slapped Kelly in the face. The tip was leaking a drop of pre-cum. Knox just
moaned and squirmed in embarrassment. The audience was hushed with
anticipation.

"Show us how you wank, Knox!" she said. "Go on." She jerked back on the beaten
boy's hair.

"Do it!" Kelly joined in, raising her tiny fist. "Wank, or get your face
smashed even more, Knox," she threatened. Knox whimpered. He wrapped his hand
around his erection and started to pump it. Both girls started giggling,
adding to his humiliation. His breathing quickened and his legs began to
quiver. It was all over in seconds. A couple of strokes, a tautening of his
body, then Knox spurted in a short series of muscular convulsions, sending
blobs of grey fluid arcing onto the green lawn.

Barbara stared wide-eyed as the girls forced her big brother to humiliate
himself in front of everyone. She'd never seen a boy's hard on either and was
fascinated by the size of it. She thought it would be wonderful if she could
defeat a large, powerful boy and make him wank himself off in front of
everyone.

The other boys were stunned. They shuffled uncomfortably as the girls toyed
with their companion, glad to see Knox beaten but unsure how to take the
ruthlessness of girl fighters. Many of them were on the verge of coming
themselves and were torn between running home and relieving themselves and
staying to see what else the girls would do to their victims.

"O.K. Knox!" said Kelly. "I don't want to see you anywhere near this cemetery
again. You understand?" The devastated boy nodded. His spent cock now hung
between his thighs like a thick hose over his two swollen, tender balls.

"Finish him Anne," Kelly signalled her friend.

"My pleasure," Anne dropped a mock curtsey, then drove her knee with
devastating force into the young man's dangling balls. The pain was too much
for Knox's brain to endure any more. His cry of agony was cut off as he
slumped into merciful unconsciousness. Kelly let her male opponent's powerful
body collapse in a heap at her feet. Contemptuously she kicked him in the
ribs, then joined Anne as they strolled purposefully over to the prostrate
Heatley, two sensuous young female fighters bent on the destruction of the
male opponent.

Anne took hold of one of the boy's feet and twisted, forcing him to turn over
onto his back. He was still holding his shattered balls, sobs wracking his
muscular male body as he gazed through tear stained eyes at the young girl who
stood over him. Her tanned legs were wide apart, flaring hips moulded by the
malleable cotton of her navy blue gym briefs, small breasts stretching the
fabric of her white aertex sports shirt as she looked down at the defeated
male fighter. He couldn't believe such a tiny opponent, and a girl at that,
had beaten him so badly. All he wanted to do was go home. He'd had enough. He
was in agony from the hammering he'd taken from the lithe young girl who was
standing demurely over him.

Tearfully, he begged her to let him go. Anne was thrilled. She looked down at
his beautiful body with his wide chest and back and trim, tapered waist,
thighs so plump with muscle and arms as thick as her leg. Here was a tough,
muscular, 19 year old boy begging her to stop hurting him. Well, she was
almost through. Maybe he needed just a little more punishment, and, besides,
she wanted to know if.... "Take off your shorts!" she ordered. "Now!" she
barked as Heatley hesitated. He was bemused. He'd been too busy nursing his
injuries to realize what the girls had done to Knox. Now he was being told to
strip by a girl. For a moment he tried to summon up the courage to rebel. Then
he looked into the steady gaze of the girl who had beaten him. His willpower
melted. He took off his shorts.

"YES!" Anne was exulted. Heatley's cock was obviously rock-hard in his
jockstrap. He tried to cover himself up with his hands.

"God, I love the little undies jocks wear," Kelly said to Anne with a giggle.

"Me, too," she said. Then she addressed Heatley. "Fine, if you stop there,
I'll just have to help you," Anne said. She leaned over. Heatley flinched.
Anne easily batted away his hands, grabbed the waistband of his jock and
yanked it down to his ankles. Healty's cock stood up proudly from its bed of
black pubic hair. Another boy to humiliate! "Now wank, Heatley," she said.
"Take your nice big cock in your hand and wank yourself off in front of
everybody like a good little boy. Come on!" she said sweetly. "Show us what a
good wanker you are, boy!"

Sobbing with shame, yet also feeling an excitement he'd never felt before, the
boy obeyed the girl, milking himself as she watched in awed delight. He slid
his hand up and down his cock, easily lubed with the copious amounts of
pre-come. His back arched, his legs bent, and soon Heatley was spurting his
come all over his chest and abs. The girls watching gasped at the distance and
quantity. Anne put her foot on the boy's chest. "That was very good. What a
nice big boy you are to do what us girls tell you. You want to do what girls
tell you, don't you Heatley?"

Heatley was beyond resistance. "Yes," he nodded tearfully.

"There's a good boy," said Anne. "Now I just need you to open your lovely
strong legs a bit more. That's good," she said as the boy complied. She
stepped into the V of his open legs. "Just to remind you not to annoy us girls
again, Heatley....." The boy screamed in agony as the demure young girl drove
her foot savagely into his exposed balls. His body arced from the ground, then
he curled up, whimpering, into an amoebic ball. Anne put her foot on the boy's
defeated body and raised her arms in triumph.

Carol had quickly yanked Reg's shorts and briefs down his large, muscular
thighs until they pooled around his ankles. Standing behind him, without
missing a beat, she wrapped her hand around her husband's thick cock and
starting pumping again. Reg came in great shuddering gasps at the sight of the
young girl celebrating her victory over her big, naked, male opponent as his
pretty wife relieved him of his sperm with a few strokes of her hand. She kept
pumping his large, thick cock until she had milked every last drop out of her
panting husband.

"There, I told you girls were ruthless." Her hand closed round his balls.
"Just think what I could do to you if I wanted to! Just remember who's boss
around here!" Reg stood straight up, tense, confused and a little scared. She
chuckled and went off to change.

"Get them out of here!" Kelly told the goggle-eyed boy spectators, indicating
the prone bodies of their beaten companions. "And don't forget to tell
everyone how the mighty boy bullies, Knox and Heatley, were beaten up and made
to wank by a couple of girls."

Barbara went over to the girls with something akin to hero worship in her
eyes. "That was..that was so GOOD," she enthused. "Can I come and practise
with you? Will you show me how to beat boys?"

"I think we'd better," said Anne. "I don't expect your brother will be too
pleased at you watching him being beaten up and made to strip off and play
with himself by a girl. Come on, we'll show you a couple of tricks! You may
need them! Did you see the size of their cocks...?"