Cheatbeat 2 
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com
An update of Hardie's classic story, Judy beats up and humiliates big, athletic Martin.


Judy and her girl friends faced Martin in the school gym. She had found out
from Martin's sister that the boy had beaten her for the school Math Trophy by
cheating (see Cheatbeat 1).

Judy now challenged the large, muscular boy to a fight. If she won she would
make the boy sign a confession to say that he had cheated. If he won, then the
matter would be closed and he could keep the trophy.

Martin agreed. It would be so easy to beat a young girl about half his size,
then he'd have no more hassle.

"OK," he said. "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 undulated with her graceful
movements as she peeled off her school shirt to reveal a white crop top which
covered her taut young 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.

Martin wore his basketball shorts, white socks and training shoes. He was one
of the tallest boys in the school, well-developed physically, and dwarfed the
girl who faced him so calmly. He had been working out for years and had the
broad shoulders, thick arms, powerful chest, 6-pack abs and muscular thighs to
prove it.

He had no doubt that he would beat her easily. Girls just couldn't fight. He
bullied his sister all the time and she never made any attempt to fight back.

Now he had a chance to bully another girl. This one he'd smack around and
teach her to tangle with a boy two years her senior. Maybe he'd just feel her
up a bit. She had all the bits in the right place, he thought.

"Come on then, little girl!" he said contemptuously, "give it your best shot!"

His chin was thrust out belligerently, his hands held out in front of him,
beckoning her on.

Judy shrugged, smiled shyly... and kicked him in the balls! The large boy's
eyes bulged wide in surprise as a howl of pain broke from his gaping mouth. He
clutched his balls with both hands as he crouched over his wounded organs, and
his chin dropped to Judy's level.

Picking her spot, the girl swivelled her supple body and whipped a right
uppercut into the boy's exposed jaw with all her 100lb weight behind it. A
stab of pain jarred through Judy's arm as her tiny fist thudded into the boy's
face, causing her to cry out.

But Martin was in no condition to register the girl's distress. Nervous
circuits to his brain shorted out with the force of the girl's blow. His legs
gave way, folded under him as his senses swam, and his large body dropped to
the floor where he lay dazed, sprawled at the feet of the girl who had hit
him.

The girl spectators stared in amazement at what Judy had done to her huge male
opponent.

"Get him! Finish him!" one of them yelled.

Martin's sister, Mandy, was jumping with excitement. To see her big, strong
brother being beaten up by a slender little girl half his size was wonderful.
Maybe Judy would pay him back for all the hard times Martin had given his
sister up to now. If not, she was determined to do so herself. Judy had told
her in the self-defense class that she was just about ready to take on any boy
who molested her, and Martin had molested her all her life! She joined in the
cries for her brother's blood.

Judy, however, was in no hurry to finish off her male opponent. Tentatively
she opened and closed her fist, making sure nothing was broken, then she
taunted her victim.

"Had enough, then, cheat?" she asked. "Are you going to get up and fight, or
are you scared of a girl?"

Martin's eyes blazed with fury as he pulled himself unsteadily onto his feet.
"Right, you little bitch! You've had your free shot. Now I'm going to make you
wish you'd never been born!"

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

High up in the wall of the gym was the window of the PE Teachers' office. Mr.
Jim Shearer, Head of PE, found Miss Mary Montez, the teacher responsible for
girls' PE, studying the scene below with rapt attention as he came in from his
shower. He wore tracksuit bottoms, with a wet towel slung around his broad
shoulders to partly cover his naked upper body.

"Hell!" he exclaimed as he joined Mary at the window, looked down into the gym
and saw the fight. "He'll kill her! I'd better go and stop it."

"No," said Mary taking hold of his arm. "Let them sort it out. She's had him
down once. I think she'll beat him." Her hand slid up his arm and across his
muscular, hairy chest, then down his rippling 6-pack abs. "It makes me feel
really sexy watching a girl fight a boy. How about you?"

Her fingers caressed the lump in the crotch of Jim's tracksuit, feeling it
rise as she gently massaged the man's balls.

"Well," said Jim, giving a little gasp of pleasure, "if you put it like
that....I can always shout down if things get out of hand, but I don't think a
girl can beat a boy almost twice her size. Ouch!"

Mary squeezed the handsome hunk's balls. "You could be surprised at what a
girl can do," she said mischievously. She gave his balls another little tweak
which brought a grimace of pain to the male teacher's face. "Let's wait and
see, shall we?"

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

Martin lunged at the girl, fists flying, as he determined to knock the
infuriatingly mocking smile from her pretty face and establish male supremacy.

Beautifully balanced, the graceful girl ducked and weaved, avoiding the boy's
wild swings with the ease of a matador playing a bull. Martin became more and
more enraged as time and time again he missed the nimble girl fighter.

But she didn't miss him. Like a snake's tongue, the girl's fist snapped in and
out whenever she got the opportunity to strike. Red blotches appeared on the
slabs of muscle on the boy's stomach where the girl's fists were mostly
landing, softening him up, sapping his male strength; while Martin hastened
the process by throwing wild punches into empty space.

The waste of energy began to take effect on the boy. Martin's well-developed,
muscular body needed large quantities of oxygen to fuel its exertions, and he
simply couldn't gulp in enough. He was noticeably slowing. Judy began to take
the initiative.

Now, instead of just throwing jabs, the girl began to put together two and
three punch combinations, ripping her fists into the boy's stomach, then
dancing clear to avoid his ponderous counters.

The girl spectators yelled with excitement as the boy's advance was halted by
a flurry of female fists, then screamed encouragement as the girl's attack
began to force her male opponent to retreat.

Martin was bewildered. His arms felt like lead weights as he tried to use them
to block the girl's fists. He was no longer throwing punches of his own. He
was too busy trying to keep Judy out. To no avail. The tiny tomboy was
thrashing him!

Martin found himself backed up against the gym wall. Judy threw a punch at his
face, pulled it when his guard went up and then drove her fist into the boy's
bruised stomach. Muscles which, at the start of the fight, would have been
able to withstand the blow, were now too tender to resist. The girl's little
fist sank into Martin's midrift, driving the air from his straining lungs,
doubling him over.

Judy grasped his hair as his head came down and helped it on its
way...straight into her ascending knee.

The smack was heard even in the teachers' room. Jim thought he ought to
intervene as he saw the boy's legs begin to buckle and blood spatter from his
broken nose. But he couldn't move. He was gripped by the contest, wanting to
see what the girl would do to the large boy she was systematically destroying.

He was also gripped by Mary, who had him tightly by the balls, and she was
enjoying the fight too much to have it stopped now. The spectacle of the
little girl outfighting the bigger, stronger boy was sending waves of
excitement through her body. She moved behind Jim, wrapped both of her arms
around his taut waist and stuffed her hands down the front of his pants and
into his briefs. She grasped his swelling cock and, squeezing and pumping it,
brought it to a throbbing erection. She loved the feel of the thick, pulsating
member as her other hand slipped lower and cupped his large balls. Most of all
she loved the control she had over the man, as she held his balls in one hand
and his cock in the other.

Martin's senses swam and he could barely stand as the girl used all her
strength to prop his large muscular body against the wall. She held him there
with one hand on his throat and smashed punches into his hapless body.

Desperately, with leaden limbs, the boy tried to push her off. With
contemptuous ease, the girl took hold of his brawny arms and pinned them back
against the wall. She looked up pertly into her terrified victim's bloodied
face. His eyes were filled with tears of frustration as he found himself so
weakened by the girl's assault that he was helpless in her grasp.

"Time to finish you now, man child," she said. "Pity you couldn't put up a
better fight. Never mind, you're not the first big boy to be beaten up by a
girl."

She puckered her sensuous lips, blew him a kiss and brought her knee up
between his legs into his dangling balls with sickening force. Martin
screeched in agony as his body tried to fold over his damaged balls in
protection. But he couldn't move. He was held up by the little girl who was
beating him so effortlessly. Judy kneed him once more in the balls, loving the
sensation of smashing a boy to defeat, of cutting him down with her fists and
her attacks on his manhood.

She stood back as his trembling legs buckled and his body slid down the wall
to sprawl at her feet on the floor. The girl's breasts swelled with pride as
she looked down at the magnificently muscled body of the boy she'd defeated.
She placed her foot on his heaving chest and, to the screams of delight from
the girl spectators, raised her arms in victory.

In the teachers' room, Mary was pumping Jim's big dick faster and faster until
she brought him off in a shuddering climax, her own insides melting as she
watched the girl destroy her male opponent.

"Told you, the girl would win," she crowed. Jim was too busy savouring the
moment of climax to reply.

Judy called for the confession and a pen. She twisted one of Martin's muscular
arms up behind his back and forced him onto his knees. The confession was
placed on the floor, and Judy made the boy sign it. One of the girls took it
away, while Judy made Martin lie on his back.

"Take off your shorts!" she ordered. "Do it!" she said menacingly as he egan
to protest.

Crying with shame, all his willpower smashed from him by the nubile oung girl,
he removed his shorts and gave them to the victrix.

"Undies, too!" she commanded.

Martin, whimpering, also slipped his jock down off his legs and handed it
over. The girls ogled his large male organs that were dangling between his
muscular thighs.

He looked up at her silky smooth, tanned legs, the soft material of the gym
knickers moulding her hips and pelvis and the smiling, pretty face framed in a
bell of light brown hair, and, despite his pain and shame, his cock rose in
tribute to the girl who had conquered him.

"Now wank!" she ordered, and he obeyed, grabbing his thick cock and pumping
slowly at first but then faster and faster, his whole body flexing. He started
spurting, white ropes of semen splattering his chest and abs, as the girls
watched in awe.

Judy walked up between the supine boy's open thighs. "Don't you ever try to do
me harm again," she told the gasping youth, and smashed her foot into his
twitching cock and aching balls.

Then she turned and walked over to her applauding friends, as the boy screamed
in anguish and curled up on the floor, grasping his balls as he sobbed his
despair.

Martin's sister walked over to her beaten brother. She was ashamed to see him
so badly beaten up by a girl so much smaller than himself, and at the same
time elated that Judy had shown her that her bully of a brother could fall to
the fighting skills of a determined young girl. She kicked her brother in the
ribs.

"You give me any more hassle, I'll beat you up," she said, "so make sure you
behave yourself or you'll have to fight another girl - me!" She gave him a
final kick and walked out.

In the teachers' room Jim's cock was hard again. He could scarcely believe
what he'd seen. Not only had the slip of a girl beaten up the vastly larger
boy, but she'd reduced him to a helpless hulk, shorn of all pride and manhood,
and made him wank himself off in front of a load of girls.

Mary was pulling down on Jim's balls, forcing him to the floor. Now she was
taking off his tracksuit bottoms. She removed her own track suit and lowered
herself onto the man's towering erection. She spread his arms out with her own
as a symbol of his submission to her demands and began to ride his probing
prick.

"See," she told him, "with a little bit of instruction, girls can be better
fighters than boys. And women," she squeezed into his throbbing cock to
emphasise her point, "can be better at everything than men!"

Jim was in no position to argue.