Marilyn destroys Josh again. Part 2
By Crohnsman Crohnsman67216@yahoo.com
Josh beefs up to challenge Marilyn and gets beaten senseless again.

After the terrible beating Marilyn and her friend Julie gave Josh he
spent the entire two months in his old home town more or less in exile.
He rarely ventured out because he was scared to death of running into the
dominate young females. Especially his nemesis Marilyn. Julie was a
novice so he was sure he could take her if Marilyn wasn't around to help.
On the few occasions he did leave the house he was constantly looking
over his shoulder. He hated living in fear but he saw no other option. He
simply could not face Marilyn's hard hitting fists again. Each time he
pictured her in his mind his muscular body trembled like a leaf in a
strong wind. He would also sweat like a pig until the clothes he was
wearing were soaked clean through. Then he would sit down where he was at
and cry his eyes out. It was one long nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

When his Grandmother finally pass ed away he didn't mourn her for a
second. The only thing on his mind was the fact they would soon be going
home. As they gathered around the burial site to pay their last respects,
Josh was calm and collected. Tomorrow his family would leave this town
and take him to safety. That was all that mattered. Each mile he put
between himself and Marilyn the better he would feel. He could go back to
his comfortable bullying life and stop jumping every time he heard a
noise behind him. He despised himself for acting like a coward. Being the
frightened victim instead of the confident bully left a bad taste in his
mouth. For most of his eighteen years he ran rough shod over everyone
that was smaller then him. He couldn't wait to get back home and return
to his bullying ways.

Unfortunately for Josh it didn't work out that way. He was sure when he
returned to familiar surroundings he would be happy and contented.
Picking up his old bullying habits would be as easy as falling off a log.
He knew exactly where his usual victims hung out. So all he had to do was
put in an appearance and gleefully watch as they cowed down in front of
him. He would be back to his old self and life would return to normal.
But it didn't. When he saw the frightened look on their faces it reminded
him of how he felt when Marilyn was beating him senseless. Her strict
orders to stop bullying helpless victims or she would hunt him down
filled his bewildered mind with overwhelming fear. He knew beyond a
shadow of a doubt it was ridiculous. She was a thousand miles away. But
that didn't help.

He soon realised the only way to get his life back in order and under his
control was to face Marilyn and beat her in a fight. Only then would h is
pride and confidence return to him. For eighteen years his life was
centered around bullying people smaller then he was. It's what gave his
life purpose and made him feel like a man. Without it he was nothing.
Defeating Marilyn was the only answer. As things stood it would be
suicide to challenge her now. He was simply no match for her. He had to
build up his strength and stamina. Then he had to sharpen his fighting
skills and work on his speed and technique. Marilyn was as elusive as a
fox and as quick as a striking cobra. And she punched with the power of a
kicking stallion. He had to find a way to overcome her skills and turn
the advantage to himself. Totally victory was the only outcome he would
accept.

The first thing he had to do was find a job. He needed money to buy
weights and barbells to build up his muscle mass while at home. Gym
memberships were not exactly cheap either. But their exercise equipment
was essential to his plan. He had to work on his legs and torso as well
as his arms. His entire body had to be in perfect condition to ensure his
absolute victory. He wouldn't rest easy until that blond headed bitch was
lying at his feet with her life sustaining blood draining from her badly
beaten body. Then his life would be back in his capable hands where it
belonged. And his victims would once again be under his control. So Josh
began his mission with extreme determination.

When Josh's parents found out he had a job they nearly had a heart
attack. They were on the verge of telling him to find a job or join the
service. When he announced he had one they were totally surprised he
found a job on his own without being prodded into it. Maybe their son was
finally growing up and accep ting responsibility. At least that's what
they were hoping. When he climbed out of bed every morning and went to
work they were absolutely sure of it. Not once did they have to scream at
him or drag his ass out of bed. Each day that went by they became more
and more proud of their son. They began to feel ashamed of themselves for
thinking he would never amount to anything. But were delighted he had
proved them wrong. His ulterior motive was never revealed.

For a little over a year Josh diligently followed his exercise regimen
and sculpted his body into a very dangerous weapon. Lifting weights and
using the gyms exercise equipment did wonders for the young man. His
stout male frame was nothing but a solid mass of muscle. His sturdy legs
rippled with them and his six pack abs were as hard as steel. His arms
which were decent size when he began were now sporting a set of sixteen
and a quarter inch biceps that were as solid as a rock. He was proud of
what he accomplished but he wasn't done yet. The manager of the gym set
him up with an instructor to teach him the fine art of boxing. Josh paid
attention and quickly learned all the aspects of offense and defense.
When and how to throw a punch, how to cover up and avoid getting hit, and
how to pace himself so he wouldn't get exhausted and fade as the fight
progressed.

When the man thought he was ready he lined up a number of opponents for
Josh to face in the ring. Josh waded through them one by one. He
efficiently fought each opponent cleanly and effectively without fouling.
He didn't allow himself to pull any dirty tricks like hitting below the
belt or head butting. He wanted the bitch to know he beat her down like a
dog fair and square. Josh anni hilated all of the young men his
instructor brought into the ring. But he wasn't satisfied yet. He went
out and found older and larger opponents with years of ring experience to
test him. When they all went down for the count he felt he was ready.
Marilyn Ricks would be his next victim. Life would finally be good again.

Almost two years had passed since Marilyn and Julie gave him that
terrible beating. Josh was twenty years old now and more confident then
he had ever been in his life. He had two weeks vacation coming to him so
he talked to his boss and explained he would be taking it at the end of
the week. Josh was a good worker who showed up every day so his boss
allowed him to take it on such short notice. When Josh climbed into his
car that Friday evening for the long drive he was completely calm. He had
done everything he could think of to prepare himself for this moment. His
revenge against Marilyn Ricks was about to become a reality. After
completely destroying her he planned on teaching Julie Decker a lesson as
well. Then he would be his own man again.

Josh arrived in town Saturday morning. After registering at the motel and
unpacking his bag he took a short nap. Then it was time to attend to
business. Defeating and humiliating Marilyn was his number one priority.
But it definitely wasn't the only thing on his revenge list. He wanted
everyone of the kids he used to bully to watch him take her apart with
ease. When they realised their savior was no longer able to protect them
from him the fear would return and consume their minds and bodies. Then
he would simply confront the wimpy little assholes to pay them back for
the pain and suffering they caused him when he was younger. Finally,
Julie Decker would receive a beating for the part she played in his
humiliation two years ago. When Josh left this town his slate would be
wiped clean.

The first thing on the agenda was a location. The local YMCA just
happened to have a boxing ring. Josh drove down there and reserved it for
next Saturday afternoon. Next was getting the word out. That was easy. A
visit to One Stop Copiers took care of that. He had one hundred flyer's
printed up announcing the the time and place of the bare knuckle fight
between Marilyn and himself. He tacked them up all over town in places he
knew would attract the attention of the people he wanted to attend the
event. Then came the final step. With one of the flyer's in his hand, he
boldly drove to Marilyn's house and knocked on her door. He couldn't wait
to see the look on her face when he handed her the flyer and challenged
her to fight. Josh was giddy with excitement. He had patiently waited two
years for this day to come.

Marilyn Ricks was now eighteen. She had grown into a very beautiful young
woman. Her 5 foot 7 inch 125 pound feminine body was built like a brick
shit house. Her swirling ash blond hair now hung down to her shoulder
blades. And her lovely brown eyes shined like a beautiful sunset.
Numerous young men were tripping over each other trying to become the
love of her life. But Marilyn wasn't ready to settle into a permanent
relationship. She just recently graduated from high school and was
seriously thinking about College. Although her decision on which
University to attend had not been made. She was taking her time to
explore all of her options. When she heard the knock on her door she
assumed it was another male seeking her attention. She si ghed and rose
from the sofa to let the young man down easy.

She was a little surprised to find the one person she never expected to
see again standing on her door step. "Well I'll be damned. If it isn't my
practice dummy. To what do I owe the pleasure little Joshy?" She asked
smiling. Josh handed her the flyer and crossed his huge arms over his
manly chest while he waited for her reaction. Marilyn's smile grew larger
as she read the colorful piece of paper. "You just don't know when to
quit do you wimp?" She said. "I can't believe you worked up the courage
to face me again. Especially after the bad beating I gave you two years
ago. When are you going to get it through your thick head you'll never be
able to beat me. You just don't have the skills pansy ass. You're nothing
but a pathetic little weakling and that's all you'll ever be. So I have
to ask. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Josh was getting more angry by the second. "I'm sure bitch. I'm not the
fourteen year old boy you used to beat up. And I'm not the weak young man
you totally humiliated and embarrassed two years ago. If you have the
guts to show up Saturday I'll show you exactly who and what I've become.
It's pay back time. You'll be the one crawling on the floor and bleeding
while you beg for mercy. And I'll be the one standing over you laughing
while I continue the beating I've owed you since you moved into my
neighborhood. Do you accept my challenge bitch? Or are you to much of a
coward to face me?" He hatefully asked. "If you insist on getting your
ass kicked again I'll be happy to oblige you. This time I'll make sure
you never find the balls to confront me again. Bring plenty of tissues
you big pussy. You're g oing to need them." She replied as she shut the
door in his face. Josh smiled and walked off. It went just as he had
hoped.

Between the colorful flyer's posted everywhere and word of mouth which
spread like wildfire, nearly everyone in town knew about the fight by the
time Saturday rolled around. Those in charge of the YMCA knew exactly
what kind of fight was going to take place. They wanted no part of it.
The janitor was left in charge while they cleared out. By fight time the
bleachers were crammed full and both walls had people crowding each other
for a space to stand. Josh had gotten his wish. Everyone he had ever
bullied was there to see him destroy Marilyn Ricks. They of course were
praying she still reigned supreme over him when it came to a fist fight.
Josh almost laughed out loud when he pictured their gloomy faces in his
mind as they watched their precious savior crawling at his feet and
bleeding all over the ring. Today was going to be the crowning
achievement in his twenty year life. And he was going to thoroughly enjoy
it.

At five minutes to one Josh entered the gym from the door on the right. A
long red robe was covering his muscular male frame. He didn't want to
reveal his hard sculpted body until the last second. Then it would be to
late for Marilyn to back out after realising she made a fatal mistake by
accepting his challenge. Everything he planned was working out perfectly.
A few minutes later Marilyn entered from the door on the left. Her
gorgeous body was covered by a white satin robe. The gymnasium erupted
with loud cheers when she entered the room. She smiled warmly as she
waved to the crowd on her way to the ring. The lovely Julie Decker was a
few paces behind her. She would be working Marilyn's corner sponging her
down and giving her water when she asked for it. Josh had declined any
assistance in his corner. This was his day. He didn't want to share his
victory with anyone.

The two fighters faced each other in neutral corners as the MC for the
normal sanctioned bouts at the YMCA picked up the mic. "LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN. FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT TODAY WE HAVE A BATTLE OF THE SEXES
BARE KNUCKLE GRUDGE FIGHT. THE RULES FOR THIS BOUT ARE SIMPLE. THERE WILL
BE NO BITING, NO EYE GOUGING, AND NO FOUL BLOWS TO A CONTESTANTS PRIVATE
AREAS. ANYTHING ELSE IS LEGAL. THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT FOR THIS BOUT AND
NO REFEREE. THE TWO COMBATENTS WILL FIGHT UNTIL THE WINNER DECIDES THE
LOSER HAS ABSORBED ENOUGH PUNISHMENT. GOOD LUCK TO YOU BOTH." A roar of
approval erupted from the crowd.

The MC turned to Josh. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I GIVE YOU THE FIGHTERS. IN
THIS CORNER THE MALE OF OUR BATTLE OF THE SEXES. JOSH SHULL." A loud
chorus of boos greeted the bully everyone hated. "HIS FEMALE OPPONENT IN
THE OPPOSITE CORNER IS THE BEAUTIFUL MARILYN RICKS." The crowd leaped to
their feet and gave her a standing ovation. "LET THE FIGHT BEGIN." The MC
said as he crawled through the ropes. Josh removed his robe with a large
smile on his handsome face. The crowd quickly turned silent as they
stared at his solid muscular physique in his red boxing shorts and laced
boots. It was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. His smile
evaporated when he noticed Marilyn standing in her corner yawning. She
didn't seem to be intimidated by his heavily muscled body at all. That
irritated him all to hell.

While Josh was looking at Marilyn with a fierce scowl, Julie helped her
slip out of the white satin robe. Instant applause and shrill whistles
exploded all over the gym. Marilyn had chosen a two piece, black bikini
for the fight. She wanted to make sure Josh remembered it was a very
beautiful female with a killer body that was taking him apart. She
slipped her bare feet out of the flip flops she was wearing and kicked
them under the bottom ropes. The two fighters stood in their corners
staring each other down while they waited for the one and only bell that
would ring in this fight. After it sounded, the fight would continue
until one emerged victorious. Both contestants were absolutely convinced
they would be the one left standing.

"CLANG!" The fight was on. Josh couldn't wait to start her destruction.
He charged to the middle of the ring and snapped two hard left jabs at
her lovely face. Marilyn easily slipped them and smiled at him. That
smile irritated him like nothing else. He chucked three more quick left
jabs hoping to wipe it off. But she eluded them too. While he was in the
process of throwing a straight right hand, Marilyn took him by surprise.
Her left jab caught him right in the mouth. "SMACK!" His head snapped
back and his top lip went numb. Normally this would have totally pissed
Josh off and made him lose control. But his boxing instructor had
constantly reminded him to keep his temper under wraps. If you lose your
temper, your focus and concentration go with it. He always said. Josh
backed off and collected himself.

When he was ready he stepped back in and threw a lead right. Marilyn
dodged it and drilled him in the rib s with a left. "THUD!" Thinking she
wouldn't expect another punch so quickly he swung a left cross with
everything he had. But Marilyn's defensive skills were excellent. She
ducked under it and landed a right to his abdomen and a straight left
that crushed his nose. "THUD!..SMACK!" Josh was slightly knocked off
balance. When she saw him stagger she opened up and ripped him apart with
hard rights and lefts. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The
first two solid punches marked up his jaw and cheek. The next two turned
his steel hard abs red. And the last two caused a great deal of pain to
both of his eyes. Josh scrambled out of reach.

Josh shook his arms out and moved his head from side to side to relieve
the tension. Then he raised his large fists and waded back in. With his
eyes fixed on his target he went into action. Two left jabs aimed at her
chin was followed up by a straight right to the face, a left hook to the
body, and a right cross to the jaw. But not a one of them found their
mark. Marilyn easily evaded or blocked his thunderous attempts. Josh
reloaded and fired a six punch combination designed to overwhelm and
confuse her. Marilyn slapped away the first two and avoided the other
four. After ducking under his last right she threw an uppercut from down
by her knees. "CRRRACK!" It exploded on his chin and sent him stumbling
back to the ropes. Josh quickly covered up expecting her to follow up on
her advantage. His face turned red with embarrassment when the crowd
laughed at his crouched stance. Marilyn was standing in the middle of the
ring beckoning him to come back with her fore finger. A beautiful smile
lit up her face.

Even though he knew better, anger started boiling up inside of him. The
bitch was taking him lightly. Toying with him like he was no threat at
all. That simply would not do. His magnificent body was a weapon of mass
destruction. By treating him like he was nothing she was signing her own
death warrant. All he had to do was prove it to her. With renewed
determination he advanced on Marilyn to do just that. He let fly with a
flurry of bone jarring punches. Rights and lefts of all kinds from all
angles. Any one of them would have put her in deep trouble if they
landed. But they didn't. Marilyn stood there with her hands perched on
her shapely hips and expertly swayed her well formed body to avoid them
all. Her feet never moved. His anger grew.

When Josh backed off to regroup he was filled with rage. Seeing that
annoying smile of her face drove him out of his mind. Listening to the
crowd laughing hysterically at his inept attack didn't help his
confidence much either. Growling like a wild animal he leaped back into
the fray. "SMACK!" He was met by a straight right that landed between his
eyes. He never saw it coming. One second her hand was on her hip and the
next her hard fist was right in his face. It was impossible for anyone to
move that fast. But the pain he felt was positive proof she had. He let
it slip from his mind. It would be a mistake to dwell on it to long. Once
he started doubting himself the fight would be lost. He would not allow
that to happen. He had waited to long for this day.

Josh began to move from side to side and bounce on his toes. It was an
excellent strategy to confuse your opponent and keep them off balance.
They would be so worried trying to figure out when the next punch was
coming and from what direction, it would force them to put their own
offense on hold. But Josh forgot he was dealing with Marilyn. She wasn't
one of the macho males he was used to fighting who liked to stand toe to
toe and slug it out. They would get totally frustrated by his constant
movement and eventually make a mistake. Then they would be wide open for
his attack. Marilyn was different. She was elusive and cunning. Not macho
and crazy.

Thinking she was disoriented by his ploy, Josh darted in to deliver a
bevy of solid punches to put her in the floor and at his mercy. Marilyn
was ready and waiting for him. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Before he knew
what hit him his eyes and nose were feeling excruciating pain. While he
was distracted she changed gears and targets. Josh was caught completely
off guard. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" His rock hard abs were
softened up a bit and his jaw felt as if she had dislocated it. When he
staggered sideways fighting to keep his feet under him, Marilyn stepped
back and placed her male beating hands on her curved hips again. The
smile returned to her lovely face as well. She was thoroughly enjoying
herself.

"Are you starting to see a pattern developing here little Joshy? This
fight is going exactly like everyone of them we've had since you were
fourteen and I was twelve. I could beat you up with one arm tied behind
my back when we were kids. And I can handle you just as easily now.
You're a wimp Josh. You always have been and you always will be. Did you
really think the outcome would be different because you built up the
muscles in your arms and made your body hard. The only thing you
accomplished was to make yourself slower and easier to hit. You always
were the dumbest male I've ever kno wn. Now let's continue your final
beating. When I'm through with you, you'll never find the nerve to
challenge me again. Because each time you think of me it will scare you
so bad you'll shit your pants. Now put up your useless fists and try to
take your beating like a man. Even though we all know you're nothing but
a little pussy.

Josh was sick and tired of hearing her fucking voice. While she was
beating him up as a boy she never shut her fucking mouth the whole time.
Now that they were older it was even worse. Taunt, taunt, taunt. He had
to do something to shut her up. For two years he pictured his ham like
fists beating her female body to a pulp in his mind. It was time to make
that dream a reality. Josh attacked with pure venom in his heart. Punch
after punch went flying at the confident blond warrior. Ten punches,
twenty punches, thirty punches. Everyone with the power to break bones
and render her unconscious. But his mighty effort produced no results.
Marilyn danced around them like she was listening to her favorite tune on
the radio. While her irritating smile and infernal taunting continued to
build the rage in him.

When his punch count slowed down from exertion Marilyn took over. Josh's
feeble defense was useless against her flashing female fists. Everything
found their mark. "SMACK!" His mouth split wide open. "See how easy it is
wimp." "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks were beginning to swell. "You're the
best practice dummy I've ever had." "SMACK!" The cartilage in his nose
was shattered. "I've always been able to hit you at will."
"SMACK!..SMACK!" Now his eyes were swelling and sore. "You're pathetic
Josh. I could beat you this easily if I was still a little twelve year
old gi rl." "SMACK!" The punch nearly broke his chiseled jaw. "You'll
never be able to beat me little man." "SMACK!..SMACK!" His left cheek
swelled a little further and a cut opened up over his right eye. "Because
you're nothing but a weakling."

Josh was out on his feet. His mighty arms were hanging useless at his
sides and his eyes were glassy and lifeless. But all the exercise and
solid muscle building he put himself through so he would be ready for
this day was working against him now. His hard muscular body was weaving
and swaying like a man that was thoroughly intoxicated. But his bulky
legs which were rippled with muscles were simply to sturdy to allow him
to collapse. Marilyn smiled as she looked at him. He was completely
defenseless. She could do anything her heart desired and he would be
totally unable to stop her. The crowd was chanting her name while she
slowly walked around him to admire her work. Then they stood quietly in
disbelief as they watched Marilyn turn her back on him and casually
stroll to her corner.

Julie smiled as she handed her the bottle of water and used the sponge to
wipe away the small beads of perspiration on her fore head and just above
her well endowed breasts. "Nice work Marilyn." Julie praised her friend.
"I knew his beefed up muscles wouldn't change anything. He's still the
weak little pussy he was two years ago. I'm really surprised he worked up
the courage to face you again. He was so scared when he staggered out of
my house after we beat him to a pulp. I honestly thought we had seen the
last of him. I guess their stupid male pride can force them to do about
anything. Even if it gets them another terrible beating and humiliated in
front of the whole town. Men a re so damned ignorant." She said as she
dropped the sponge back in the bucket.

"I hear you girl." Marilyn replied. "I never dreamed I would see little
Joshy standing on my door step when I answered the door. Especially since
he was there to challenge me to another fight. Maybe we scrambled his
brain when we beat his head in two years ago. Because he sure as hell
wasn't thinking straight when he came up with this ridiculous plan. I'll
tell you one thing. This will definitely be the last time he pulls a
stunt like this. When I'm finished with him he won't be coming back for
more. I guarantee it. He'll be so afraid he'll piss his pants and pass
out when he sees a female with blond hair. Even if she's only two years
old." She said as the two beautiful young women grinned. "Well, I better
get back to his destruction. Thanks for the water and sponge bath Julie."
"You're welcome Marilyn. Go get him girl." Julie answered as she stepped
down.

While the two girls were chatting in Marilyn's corner Josh hadn't moved
an inch. He was still wobbling on his muscular legs in the center of the
ring with his badly bruised chin resting on his manly chest. Marilyn
placed two fingers of her left hand under his chin and slightly raised it
up. The blank far away look was still in his eyes. Josh had no idea where
he was at or what was about to happen to him. Marilyn smiled as she
doubled up her right fist. "It's a shame you're not going to feel this
pansy ass. But we're just getting started. So there's plenty of time left
for you to experience the horrible pain I'm going to give you. I hope
you're man enough to take it." Marilyn's fist shot upward and blasted his
jaw with a powerful uppercut that sounded like a canno n going off.
"CRRRACK!" Josh dropped at her feet like dead weight. "SLAM!" A loud roar
erupted from the crowd.

Marilyn slowly paraded around the ring with her male beating arms up in a
double muscle pose. She smiled sweetly at the crowd while they showed
their love and devotion by screaming her name at the top of their lungs.
The beloved savior they worshiped and adored had come through for them
again. After making one full turn around the ring, Marilyn strolled over
and nudged Josh with her bare foot until he woke up. "On your feet
weakling. Class is still in session." She ordered. Josh slowly climbed to
his feet and raised his muscular arms. "Good boy. Are you ready to
rumble?" She asked smiling. Josh threw a lazy right that missed her
stationary body by a foot. "WHOA! If that's all you've got left you're in
deep trouble little man. Now concentrate and try it again."

Josh vigorously shook his head trying to clear it. There was six
Marilyn's standing in front of him and they were all shimmering like
ghosts. He finally managed to narrow the number down to two. But they
were still a little hazy. Hoping he was picking the right one he let fly
with a devastating roundhouse. But all his large fist met was air.
"Pitiful. Simply pitiful." He heard Marilyn say. "Now pay attention and
learn wimp. This boxing lesson won't cost you a thing. Well, except for
the pain." She said before she jabbed him in the mouth. "SMACK!" "You aim
at your target and strike hard." "SMACK!" Blood seeped from the cut she
opened over his left eye. "If it's done correctly their head will snap
back from the force of your blow. "SMACK!" A dark bruise formed on his
chin.

Josh was trying to defend himself. But her quick moving hands delivered
the punch at least a full second before his large arms were in position
to block it. "It's best to keep them guessing and bewildered."
"THUD!..THUD!" Two solid shots softened up his steel hard abs a little.
"That way they never know where you're going to strike next." "SMACK!"
His left cheek bone ballooned up with swelling. "Once you have them off
balance and their minds are completely confused you own them."
"SMACK!..SMACK!" Now his right cheek was badly swollen and his mouth was
bleeding profusely. "OK sissy. Let's see if you were paying attention.
Give me your best shot." She said as she dropped her hands and stood in
front of him.

Josh struggled to raise his heavy laden arms. The beating he had absorbed
and continuously missing her with every punch he threw had drastically
drained his mighty strength. With all the power he had remaining in his
exhausted arms he punched Marilyn four times right in the face.
"PAT..PAT..PAT..PAT." They were so feebly weak her hair wasn't even
ruffled. His useless arms flopped to his sides and his broad shoulders
slumped down in defeat. He lowered his head and tightly closed his eyes
while he waited for the tears to come flooding out. But his eyes stayed
bone dry. He realised somewhere in the back of his mind he had expected
to lose. Marilyn mopped up the floor with him every time they fought when
they were kids. Some how he knew no matter how big or strong he got she
would always be able to handle him easily.

Marilyn smiled. When his head and shoulders drooped down she could lit
erally see his courage and fighting spirit desert his sagging body. She
could almost hear the cracking sound of his will snapping. He was hers.
She owned him completely. "Same old Josh. I was wondering how long it
would take you to give up. I knew it was only a matter of time before you
realised you don't stand a chance in hell of ever defeating me. I'm more
then out of your league Josh. I'm out of your galaxy. You could build
yourself up until you was as big as a barn and as strong as a tank. It
wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference in the outcome. I'm just to
much woman for you to handle. You're putty in my hands little man. A
puppet whose strings I control. And it will always be that way."

"I know you're hoping your total surrender will put an end to this one
sided affair. But I'm afraid that's not the case. All these nice people
showed up today to watch me give you a thorough beating. We wouldn't want
to disappoint them now would we? So lets give them their moneys worth so
to speak. You can either put up your arms and attempt to fight back or
leave them dangling at your sides. Which ever you prefer. I'll let you
know when you've had enough. Now I think I'll start off with a little
body work. So prepare yourself wimp. Because I guarantee this is going to
hurt. Even with your bulked up frame. Do the best you can to stay on your
feet and take it like a man. Although we both know you're nothing but a
pathetic little weakling. OK boy. Lets get started."

Josh braced himself for impact. He knew trying to defend himself against
her onslaught was a waste of time.
"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" His steel hard mid section and
ribs were on fire. Her solid punches landed with the force of a battering
ram. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He felt the thick muscles in his
abs breaking down. Bit by bit they caved in to her relentless female
fists. She would soon be driving them deep into his sagging body.
"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" And his ribs felt as if they we ready to
crack. But he stood his ground without a whimper while she systematically
crushed his rock solid muscles until they were as soft as a pillow.
"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!"

When Marilyn finally stopped he was hunched over in terrible pain.
"MMMMMMMMM!" "That chin of yours is so inviting pansy ass." "SMACK!" The
solid right cross staggered the beaten young man but he managed to stay
on his feet. "Good boy. Let's try that again. Shall we?" "SMACK!" The
pile driving left hook sent him stumbling the other direction. Josh
windmilled his arms to keep him upright. "Very good little man, very
good. Let's try a different approach." "SMACK!" Marilyn connected with a
straight right between his eyes and sent him reeling backwards. Josh hit
the ropes and frantically grabbed them to keep him from falling. "I'm
very pleased with your performance little Joshy. You've done yourself
proud."

Since Marilyn had him trapped against the ropes she saw no reason not to
exploit her advantage. "OK sissy. Time for a little heavy bag work. Brace
yourself." "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The first right busted
his mouth wide open. Then the left right combination caused excruciating
pain to his right ribs and abdominal. The final two was a left hook the
caused his right eye to balloon up and a bone jarring uppercut that
nearly broke his neck when his head snapped back. Both of his knees
buckled and folded up like card board boxes. If his arms weren't hanging
over the top ropes he would have colla psed to the canvas. His chin
slumped down allowing bloody slobbers to run down his manly chest. Josh
was barely conscious but still on his feet.

Marilyn left him hanging there and waved to the cheering crowd as she
walked back to her corner. Julie smiled when she handed her the bottle of
water and wrung out the sponge. "You have to give the little punk credit
Marilyn." Julie said with a large grin. "He's taken an awful beating so
far and only been down once. All those large muscles didn't help his
fighting skills at all. But they sure as hell gave him better stamina and
staying power. Which in his case is a very bad thing. He'll have to
suffer much longer before he's down and out for good." "I know Julie.
Isn't it wonderful?" Marilyn replied as she sipped water. "I don't have
to wait for him to get up or haul him back to his feet myself. Remind me
to thank him for being so cooperative."

Julie sponged her off real good this time. Marilyn stood there with her
lovely brown eyes shut while the cool water trickled down between her
ample breasts. With her thirst quenched and her upper body cooled off,
Marilyn crossed the ring towards Josh with her well curved female body
swaying seductively. The crowd was hooting and hollering with each step
she took. They quieted down when she reached her prey. "Wakey, wakey
little Joshy." She said as she lightly slapped his face. Josh slowly
raised his battered face and opened his severely swollen eyes. "That's my
boy. Now let's take you out to the middle of the ring where we'll have
more room to work." Josh unhooked his arms from the ropes and stood there
swaying.

Marilyn placed her right fore finger under his chin and turned her back
to him. "Follow me little Joshy." She slowly walked to the middle of the
ring with him plodding after her. It looked to the hysterical laughing
crowd like she was towing him with her finger. When she reached the spot
she preferred she turned back to him and removed her finger from his
chin. "Assume the position young man." She ordered. Josh knew without
being told what she meant. Marilyn had beaten him up so many times over
the years he knew exactly where she liked his jaw for her favorite
striking points. He slightly bent over and tilted his head to the right
so his jaw would be easily accessible. "Good boy. Now hold it right there
and don't move a muscle." She replied.

"SMACK!" Her hard right fist exploded on his chin like dynamite. Josh
didn't have a prayer of staying on his feet from that blow. "SLAM!" He
hit the floor face first. He got up as quickly as he could while
apologising for his clumsiness. "I'm.. sorry.. Marilyn. I'll.. try..
and.. do.. better." "Well let's hope so little man. You know I hate
wasting time waiting for you to get up. You've been very cooperative so
far. Don't ruin it by pissing me off. That would be a very dangerous
thing for you to do. I'm I making myself clear pussy?" She sternly asked
him. "Yes.. Marilyn. I.. swear. I'll.. do.. my.. best.. to.. please..
you." He whimpered. "Very well. Just remember the consequences of
disappointing me."

"Now get back into position. And do it quickly." She ordered. Josh bent
back over and tilted his head to the left this time. Marilyn smiled and
let him have it. "SMACK!" The left cross spun him clear around. By some
miracle he kept his legs under him. "Again." She ordered. This time he
hunched over and bent his head back a little. "CRACK!" Her female fist
plowed into his chin with a powerful uppercut. It carried the speed and
power of an Indy 500 racing car in it. Josh back pedaled out of control
until his back met the turn buckle. He managed to grab the ropes and stay
on his feet. "Front and center young man." Marilyn commanded as she stood
in the middle of the ring with her male beating hands on her shapely
hips. Josh obeyed and staggered out to meet her. "Good boy."

"I can see you're doing your best to accommodate me sissy boy. So I'm
going to do you a favor. You get to pick where you would like me to punch
you next." She told him smiling. Josh was actually grateful. His jaw felt
as if it were broken. He needed to direct her attention away from it for
a spell. "My right eye and left cheek could use a little work Marilyn. If
that meets with your satisfaction." He responded. "Very well. Right eye
and left cheek it is pansy ass. Prepare yourself." Josh lowered his body
and turned his head a bit to the left. "SMACK!" Mind numbing pain rushed
to his right eye in a heartbeat. But Josh shut it out of his mind and
placed his left cheek where she could easily reach it. "SMACK!" Now it
was in a great deal of pain.

Josh closed his eyes against the terrible pain both spots were feeling
and didn't see the right uppercut coming. "CRRRACK!" It totally rocked
his world. He left his feet and sailed about three feet before landing on
his back out cold. "SLAM!" Marilyn strolled over to his prone body. She
placed her right foot in his face and spread her first two toes around
his nose until she had a good grip. Then she vigorously shook his head.
About ten seconds later his eyes came open. "On your knees weakling. You
know I have to punish you for sleeping on the job." "NOW MOVE!" She
ordered. Josh crawled up on his knees as fast as he could. His tears
nearly burst out but he fought them back. He refused to give her the
satisfaction of making him cry like a baby.

Marilyn grabbed a handful of his hair with her left hand and bent his
head back. She looked into his frightened eyes and gave him his
instructions. "Hook two of your fingers in the waist band of my bikini
bottom on both sides of my hips. If your fingers come out I'll beat you
half to death. If you pull my bikini bottom down I'll beat you half to
death. If you break the waist band I'll beat you half to death. Are you
beginning to get the picture you big pussy?" "Yes.. Marilyn." He
whimpered. "Good. Now obey me wimp." Josh did as she commanded. "You
disappointed me little Joshy. You should have known better then to make
me unhappy. Now you have to pay the price for your stupidity." She said
adamantly.

Josh feared what was coming with all of his heart. He shut his eyes tight
and prayed his badly mangled face could stand up to the punishment she
was about to give him. But Marilyn had a surprise waiting for him he
never expected. Instead of drawing back her fist, she bent her shapely
right leg and repeatedly drove it into his already destroyed stomach with
all the power she could generate. Josh was totally unprepared.
"WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" The ball of her foot and her cute
toes nearly reached his back bone. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Luckily
his fingers were hooked tightly in her waist band so they didn't come o
ut. But that didn't help the poor young man to keep his senses. He
quickly passed out.

Marilyn placed her foot back on the canvas and released his hair. Josh
slumped against her with his unconscious head resting just above her
crotch. Marilyn took his fingers out of her waist band and grabbed his
hair again. She held him up on his knees and turned around. Then she
slowly lowered his sleeping head until his face was buried in her
gorgeous black bikini ass. She turned lose of his hair and smiled at the
crowd while giving them a double muscle pose. They were laughing so hard
they were in tears. Josh looked hilarious with his heavily muscled arms
dangling down to the floor while his unconscious body remained on it's
knees with his nose buried deep in the crack of her beautiful ass. The
whole gymnasium erupted with laughter and applause.

Marilyn humiliated Josh like that for a full three minutes. She gave the
crowd a good show by flexing her muscles for them. Then she fiddled with
her hair and checked her finger nails like she didn't have a worry in the
world. Which she actually didn't. Even if Josh had woken up he would have
been completely afraid to move without her permission. She finally
stepped away from him and walked to her corner while his sleeping body
dropped to the floor. "PLOP!" Julie was waiting with the water bottle and
the sponge. She was also laughing. "That was totally awesome girl. I
don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. He looked so helpless
and cute with his nose stuck up your butt. I wish I had brought a camera.
That would have been one great shot." She replied grinning. "I saw a few
in the crowd taking pictures Julie. Maybe we can get a print from one of
them." "G REAT!" "I'll check." Julie said as she handed her the water.

Marilyn took her time cooling off. Josh wasn't going to wake up for quite
a while without help. When she was ready she walked back to her battered
victim with the cool water glissening on her fabulous female body.
Marilyn grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him up to his knees. Then
she gently slapped him awake. Josh's droopy eyes finally opened up. His
vision was unfocused and blurry. When his sight cleared up, his brain
slowly processed where he was at and what he had been through. He again
fought back the urge to break down and cry his eyes out. His head was
down staring at her pretty bare feet. There wasn't a spot on his muscular
body that didn't feel pain. The only thought on his mind was escaping any
further punishment. He couldn't stand up to it any longer. There was only
one way out for him.

Josh raised his painful head and looked at Marilyn's beautiful smiling
face with his swollen, pleading eyes. "Please.. Marilyn. Put.. me.. out..
of.. my.. misery. I'm.. begging.. you. Knock.. me.. out.. so.. I..
won't.. be.. able.. to.. feel.. the.. pain.. anymore. You've.. made..
your.. point. You're.. completely.. superior.. to.. me. I'll.. never..
be.. able.. to.. beat.. you. Have.. a.. heart.. and.. end.. my..
suffering. Please.. Marilyn. Knock.. me.. out.. and.. let.. me.. be."
Marilyn looked him in the eye. The cocky male with the bullying attitude
was gone. In it's place was a weak and pathetic loser that wasn't a
threat to anyone. For the first time in her life Marilyn felt sorry for
Josh. With his looks and build he had great potential to become anything
he wanted. But he chose to be a bully. What a waste.

"Alright Josh. I'll grant your wish. But this ends today. If you ever
show up on my door step again I'll put you in the hospital for the rest
of your life. Is that understood?" She sternly told him. "Yes.. Marilyn.
You'll.. never.. see.. me.. again. I.. swear. And.. thank.. you." He said
with a touch of relief. "Good. Now pick your poison. Do you want me to
finish you off with a series of hard punches or one good shot?" She
asked. It didn't take him long to make up his mind. His jaw already felt
like it was broken. But suffering through numerous punches until he
passed out didn't appeal to him at all. One solid punch from her wrecking
ball fist was the best option. "One.. shot.. please. Make.. it.. a..
good.. one. I.. need.. to.. sleep.. for.. a.. week." He replied through
trembling lips. "Good enough. One punch to la la land coming up." She
said grinning.

Marilyn helped Josh to his feet and positioned his broken body the way
she wanted it. When she was satisfied she stepped back. "Are you ready
little Joshy?" She asked. "Yes ma'am. Let me have it." He answered.
Marilyn took a stride with her left foot and swung her right fist upward
with all the strength she could muster. The devestating uppercut slammed
into his chin with the power of a super sonic jet at top speed.
"CRRRACCKK!" Josh flew several feet before dropping to the canvas.
"SLAM!" The momentum built up from her powerful blast caused his
unconscious body to slide across the mat and under the bottom rope. He
fell from the stage and finally came to rest on the floor below. "SLAM!"
Josh was completely out cold.

A loud roar erupted from the crowd. Then hundreds of grateful people
rushed from the bleachers and walls to greet their conquering heroine.
Marilyn was hoisted up on the shoulders of two men and carried all around
the gym. Someone picked up Julie and sat her on his shoulders to show his
gratitude for her helping Marilyn out in the corner. The noise in the
place was deafening. The only person that never heard a sound was the
sleeping Josh. A young woman finally felt compassionate enough to call an
ambulance for him. By the time they arrived to collect his battered body
the crowd had disipated. They were all busy celebrating the victory of
their savior over the towns ex bully. They would never have to fear Josh
again. The bully was history. Because of the tough little tomboy blond
that moved to their town when she was twelve years old.