Cheatbeat 1 
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com 
An update of Hardie's classic story, Judy beats up and subjugates big, muscular Greg.   


Martin was worried! Including his twin sister, there were five of them - two
of them girls from his own class in school, the other three girls from his
sister's class. At first he thought they'd come to the gym with his sister to
watch him while he practised shooting baskets with his buddy Al. Now he knew
they had other things in mind.

"You'll sign this to say you cheated in the test for the math trophy, or else
I'll make you sign it!"

Judy looked up at the boy who was head and shoulders taller than her. She was
standing legs astride, stretching the fabric of her grey uniform skirt across
the middle of her sturdy, tanned, curvaceous thighs, one hand on her hip, the
other holding out the confession. Her small, pert breasts strained against the
fabric of her shirt as they thrust belligerently towards the tall, muscular
boy. Her normally open, smiling face had a determined look and her brown eyes,
which usually twinkled with good humour, now had a steely glint which
unsettled the young man more than he was willing to show.

'So he'd seen the math test paper lying on the teacher's desk when he'd
delivered a late assignment to her study. Of course he'd taken advantage. Who
wouldn't,' he thought.

Judy had come second. She knew she was easily the best mathematician in the
school and wasn't surprised when Martin's sister told her she was sure, from
the smug way he was behaving at home before the test, that Martin had cheated
in some way.

"I'm signing nothing," said Martin. "This is your doing, sis. Wait 'til I get
you home. You won't be so keen to go spreading stuff after I've finished with
you!"

Mandy, Martin's sister, shivered with apprehension. Her twin brother, two
minutes older than she was, had bullied her all her life. She knew she was
risking more harm from him when she told the girls her suspicions. However,
for the past few months, since she'd arrived from another school, Judy had
been teaching Mandy and the other girls about Girl Power, about self defense
and 'things,' and Mandy had plucked up the courage to do what she thought was
right.

"Sign," warned Judy, "or I'll give you the beating of your life. Now sign!"
She stamped her foot in anger.

Martin sneered incredulously down at the girl. "Ha, in your dreams, little
GIRL! You couldn't beat me, no way, ever!"

"Let's fight, then!" challenged Judy. "Let's see who can beat who, BOY!"

"Yeah!" the girls took up the challenge. "Fight her. C'mon, Martin. See if you
can beat a girl."

"If you win," said Judy, "We'll let you keep the trophy. If I win, you sign
the confession. Right?"

Martin thought for a moment. If he didn't sign now, the girls could take their
suspicions to Ms. Stalker, the math teacher, and he could be found out. Hell,
he wasn't that good at math. Stalker must be suspicious already. If, however,
he won the fight with a mere girl, he would be in the clear. This was too good
a deal to pass up.

"OK," he agreed. "Just you and me, right?"

"Just you and me," said Judy. She undid the zip on the side of her skirt,
stepped out of it and handed it to one of the girls. She wore navy blue cotton
briefs which moulded her pelvis and neatly rounded buttocks, the soft cloth
undulating with her graceful movements as she peeled off her school shirt,
revealing a white crop top which covered her breasts but exposed her smooth,
tanned stomach. Barely defined muscles rippled under her silky skin as she
stretched her nubile young body in preparation for the fight to come.

Her mind cast back to a similar scene a few months before and another fight. A
fight which led to her expulsion from her previous school and a forced
transfer to her present location. She'd vowed then to stay out of trouble, and
here she was, preparing to fight another boy!

...............................

That fight was much more spontaneous and, unfortunately for Judy, involved the
son of the chairman of the Board of Governors of the school! A few of the
girls had stayed behind after school to decorate the gym in preparation for
the Year 9 (14 year olds) Xmas dance. Dirk, the chairman's 18 year old son,
and a couple of cronies had descended on the gym and begun kicking a soccer
ball to each other, causing havoc.

When Judy indignantly told him to push off he'd bundled her up against the
wall, held her with one arm across her throat and grabbed hold of her breast
with his other hand. He was shirtless and his muscular body was flexing and
tense as he held the girl in position. His broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy
pecs and rippling abs made the small girl seem even smaller in comparison. His
muscular legs were spread for balance, stretching his thin gym shorts.

"No little girl tells me what to do!" he sneered, squeezing her tiny breast
and making her gasp with pain. "We make the rules around here, not snivelling
little girls. Now if you give me a kiss and ask nicely, I'll let you go home!"
He smirked at his chuckling cronies.

Then his mouth dropped open and he cried out in pain as the girl kneed him
neatly in the balls. As he doubled over, holding his injured organs, Judy
pushed him away from her and danced back out of reach.

"You little bitch!" Dirk, mad with rage, exploded out of his protective crouch
and launched himself at the young girl who had the brazen nerve to defy him.

Judy tried to dodge his flailing attack, but one of the boy's powerfully
muscled arms caught her on the shoulder, sending the lightweight girl
sprawling across the floor.

Dirk stalked her as she slithered backwards across the gym on her shapely
buttocks, scrambling desperately with her feet to get away from the demented
bully.

"Knee me in the balls, would you," he spat. "See how you like this!"

As he drew his foot back to deliver a vicious kick into the girl's crotch,
Judy shot her own foot upwards into the boy's exposed crotch. Although the
blow was delivered from a sitting position and landed at the extreme range of
the girl's foot, it was enough to halt the male fighter in his tracks and make
him gasp with pain.

Judy sprang to her feet. She had been in lots of practice fights before with
the other girls who went to self defense classes, and knew that she had the
ability to keep her composure while she weighed up the options. All she had to
do now was figure out how to beat a well-developed young male who outweighed
her by 80lbs and was a foot and a half taller than she was!

Meanwhile, she frantically dodged yet another swirling attack by the fighting
mad youth who was hell bent on her destruction. Neither of the protagonists
spotted the little patch of decorative glitter which someone had spilled on
the gym floor. Judy's dancing feet avoided it. Dirk's didn't.

His foot shot out from under him as it landed on the treacherous surface, and,
arms flailing to try to keep his balance, the boy crashed to the floor,
sprawling on his back, temporarily winded by the fall.

Judy made the situation more permanent by leaping into the air and dropping
onto Dirk's stomach with her shapely little backside. Air whooshed from the
boy's body as 100lbs of girl crashed into his supine body.

Gasping for breath, he almost blacked out as the girl rose to her feet and
dropped on him again. This time she stayed on his stomach, swivelled her legs
to straddle his barrel-like chest and, holding one of the boy's muscular
biceps to steady herself, smashed punches into his face with her other hand.

The spectators watched in amazement as they took in the sight of the frail
little girl sitting on top of the large boy's body, driving her tiny fist into
her male adversary's face.

"Come on, Judy!" cried one of the girls. "Slaughter him!"

The other girls joined in with yells of encouragement for the female fighter.
Dirk's pals just squirmed uncomfortably as they watched the girl beat up their
team mate.

The pain of the girl's blows on his face served to clear Dirk's head. Still
trying to gulp air into his heaving lungs, the boy used one arm to block the
girl's punches and tried to grab her with his other hand. Quick as an eel,
Judy leant back and squirmed out of reach. She sprang to her feet and waited.

The boys now started to yell encouragement as they saw their friend begin to
raise his bulky body from the floor. Surely now he would put the little girl
in her place.

He didn't get the chance. While Dirk was still on one knee, gulping in air and
trying to focus on his opponent, the girl struck. With a cry of aggression the
tiny tomboy launched herself at the boy. Her skirt swirled above her waist and
her long hair slipstreamed as she leaped into the air, curled one leg under
her and swung the other one in a wide, fluent arc which generated enormous
power. Her foot smashed into the boy's adam's apple with a mighty splat!

For a moment, the boy just froze with shock. No air could enter his body. No
cry of pain could escape. He knelt there in suspended animation while the girl
completed her manoeuvre and landed gracefully. Almost in slow motion, her
skirt settled back over her smoothly curved thighs, jumped up and settled
again, while her hair flowed into place to frame her lovely young face.

Even as she gathered herself to attack her prey once more, the boy's hands
rose to his throat, his mouth gaped open as he struggled to get his tubes to
function and his huge body toppled sideways to collapse onto the floor once
more, gagging. Judy took full advantage.

The girl's bloodlust was up. Her eyes gleamed as she smashed her foot into the
boy's inert body. She leant down and took hold of one of Dirk's ankles, then,
using his muscular leg as a lever, twisted the young man onto his back. As he
lay there clutching his throat, gasping for air, the girl moved her hold up to
his knee, stepped forward, drew back her shapely leg and drove her lethal foot
into the boy's unprotected balls. His gym shorts had bunched up around his
hips, giving her a clear target as his crotch was bulging through the thin
material.

Dirk's hands dropped from his throat as his massive body arched in agony.
Keening noises escaped from his open mouth, then ceased abruptly as the petite
young tomboy smashed his balls with her foot once more. One mighty arm lifted
from the floor, then flopped back as Greg lost consciousness.

The girl spectators went wild at the sight of the magnificently muscled body
of the young male lying helpless at the feet of the girl fighter. And Judy
wasn't finished with him. She wanted total victory. She wanted to hear him beg
for mercy.

Leaning down, the girl pulled the boy's soccer shorts down round his knees,
then removed them altogether. She eyed his bulging jock and decided that had
to go too. She ripped that off as well, exposing his dangling organs to the
delight of the girls. One of Dirk's pals went to intervene, but was stopped by
the girls who easily outnumbered the boy soccer players.

Then, as Greg began to show signs of regaining consciousness, Judy hitched her
skirt up around her slender waist and settled her lithe young body into a
kneeling position in front of his crotch. She used her smoothly curved,
deceptively strong, female thighs to push the boy's muscular male thighs
further apart as she cupped his aching balls with one hand and leant over to
tweak the boy's nose with the other.

"Wakey, wakey, Sunshine," the girl said pleasantly. "There's a good boy." Dirk
tried to lift his hand to swat her off. "No you don't!" said Judy. The girl
squeezed his captured balls.

Choking, sobbing, gasping for breath, the helpless young man dropped his hand.
Tears trickled down his face as the pretty young girl kept up the pressure and
teasingly began to pat his face backwards and forwards.

"Now you're going to be a VERY good boy," she purred, "and apologize to Judy
for being a total turd. Go on. Apologize!"

Dirk was appalled. Here he was, lying helpless at the mercy of a little girl
half his size. She had beaten him senseless in front of his pals and loads of
other girls, stripped him naked and literally had him by the balls. He could
hardly breathe and he was terrified to move in case she hurt his balls again.
Sweat stood out on the young male's forehead as his female adversary applied
more pressure and repeated her command.

"Apologize!"

"I'm sorry," the words trickled out in between gasps for air as Dirk's spirit
was broken by the girl.

"Beg me to stop hurting you!" crooned Judy, flicking the crying boy's
tear-stained face.

"Please..stop," he gasped.

"BEG me to stop!" insisted the fierce young virago.

"I beg you to stop."

Dirk's body was wracked with pain and humiliation, but, much to everyone's
surprise, and the girls' pure joy, his cock was responding to Judy's silken
female fingers round his balls. It rose in majestic erection.

"Oh, my," observed Judy. "What have we here?" She flicked his rampant cock.
"You must enjoy being beaten up by girls. Do you? Do you like being beaten up
and having your balls squeezed by little girls?"

Greg, totally humiliated by the girl, didn't know what to say, but thought it
best to agree with her.

Curiously, she began to massage the boy's thick, throbbing cock, enjoying the
effect this had as his beautifully sculpted body tensed under her touch. Then,
as the girl increased the speed of her massage, he spasmed and spurted and
globules of male milk flew from the tip of his thumping cock.

Judy was thrilled. She had milked a boy for the first time and it felt
tremendously, sexually exciting, making her insides melt with pleasure.

She rose in triumph. She stood over the crying hulk of the defeated boy and
raised her arms in victory.

The result, however, wasn't so good for Judy. Dirk's father used his influence
to have the girl removed from the school, and now here she was again, only a
few months later, in another fight with a boy. 'Well,' she thought, 'there's
no backing out now. Look out Martin. Here I come!'

To be cont.