Beaten up by the nicest girl in school
by JimP
Bobby and friends get a beating from a quiet God-fearing 'nice' girl. 


(c)Jim P 2022

'So who are they'' I asked the lads as we sat on our bikes on the verge of the
road opposite the entrance to the smart new school.

With a rapidly expanding town population, I understood the need for a new
school but why build it nearly a mile outside town in the middle of nowhere.
Surrounded by high fences like a prison and located on a minor road, there
were no public transport links or even footpaths from the town. That explained
why all the kids were being driven there by their smartly-dressed parents in
huge SUVs. It peaked our curiosity enough for us to cycle out here to take a
look before dashing back to our own school.

'According to their web site, they are a Global school ', Chris said, looking
at his phone. 'With over 130 sites in 20 countries. Cost over a grand per
term.'

'Who can afford that around here'' I asked in surprise.

'Fundamental Christians,' put in Super-Rod. 'See those yummy mummies with the
handkerchiefs on top of their hair' They are members of the Plymouth
Brethren.'

'A cult'' I asked astonished at such things on our back doorstep. 'I've seen
women like these around town ever since I can remember, but thought they were
Jehovah Witnesses or something.'

'No Bobby, they're Anglicans. They don't go in for any of that ritual stuff or
priests and the clergy,' he told me. 'They are a conservative evangelical
Christian movement that've been around since the 18th century and believe the
words of The Bible are gospel. Literally! For them it takes governance over
and above any other source of authority such as the church and the laws of the
Land. Some people believe they are highly dodgy and secretive like a religious
version of the Masons.'

'You're highly dodgy and secretive,' Chris put in. 'How come you know so much
about them''

'Those yummy mums don't look like religious fanatics to me,' I said admiring
the view of a couple of women who were chatting inside the gates opposite.

Both wore high-heeled black shoes with black nylon covering their slim lower
legs and tight skirts that came down to around the knees. They also wore smart
jackets over their slender shapely figures and carried large black leather
designer handbags. Small coloured headscarves covered the top of their heads
from which long bunched hair fell from the bottom.

'PHROAR!' I groaned lustfully as they looked really hot sexy mature women. 'If
that's a cult, I want to join!'

'The rules aren't too restrictive,' SR continued, also admiring the MILFs.
'Women wear ankle-length skirts, although some wear knee-length designer
ones'.

'Very nice too,' I added for there is something sexy about a smartly dressed
woman.

'Long hair is mandatory with some kind of head covering such as a kerchief or
ribbon,' SR continued. 'The guys wear business casual with short hair and are
clean-shaven. Not even sideburns are allowed. They keep themselves separate
from the rest of society, hence the two-metre-high rod-iron fence around the
school. Many won't even eat in the same room as the rest of us, including
restaurants, or even visit our homes, the cinema, the theatre or sporting
events. They don't touch computers other for email and business software that
the Brethren supply'.

'Yes, how do you know so much about it'' I asked, curiously.

'Em,' he seemed embarrassed. 'You remember Carol Whitehouse''

'Yes,' I said through gritted teeth.

Carol was in our year at school and had become a bone of contention between
us.

'Haven't seen her for a while, now you mention it.'

'That's because she is one of the kids at our school who are in the Brethren
that've moved to that one,' he told us.

I remembered SR was in the same tutor group as her and was shocked by the
news.

'I hoped you cleared up the misunderstanding before she left'' I asked him in
an irate tone.

'Sorry Bobby,' he muttered sheepishly.

I'd never really noticed Carol, much at first. About 5 foot 4 tall, she had a
slim build with a small waist and small-bust. Long black curly hair tumbled
down to the middle of her back, pulled high over a high forehead, tucked
behind her ears and kept in place with a ribbon. She was a nice good girl of
upstanding moral fibre, a bit of a 'goody two shoes' who was always kind and
helpful towards others. No wonder she was made Head girl and in the top class
for everything academic. She had a prettiness that I'd never realised at the
time, but dressed plainly sticking rigidly to the school dress code, always
with a cardigan and tan tights which made her seem uninteresting alongside
other girls in our year. Carol had a small rounded face, dominated by a short
chubby nose with chubby cheeks and a rounded jaw. Slender eyes with grey-blue
pupils were wide and alert under slim arched dark eyebrows while her
slim-lipped mouth was nearly always set in a pleasant infectious smile. She
was a nice girl but I never really paid her much attention until the day my
so-called friends played a prank on us.

'I don't want to talk about it,' I growled as the lads tried to hold back
sniggers.

The following weekend, I walked down town to meet up with the lads. I had just
turned onto the main street approaching the market square when I spotted one
of those Brethren women walking a short distance ahead of me. Somehow I knew
that it was a young woman but PHROAR! She was petite with a nice slim figure
and long hair flowing down her back from beneath a handkerchief scarf.
Smartly-dressed in a tight scarlet dress that came down below the knees in
pleats and clung to her body in exciting ways as she walked. She also wore
high-heel shoes that showed off a lightly muscled pair of calves sheathed in
sheer tan coloured nylons that glistened warmly in the sunlight. The sleek
streamlined calves showed sexy flashes of hardness that flexed into existence
with every step, with a hint of a human heart shape that were very feminine
and appealing. From the back she looked a real hottie and with those sexy
calves in constant motion, I felt excited stirrings my groin.

With brain in auto-pilot and dick in control, I slowed down to stay behind her
to enjoy the sight of the sexy young woman walking ahead of me.

'Hey, Bobby! Watcha doing'' It was Chris and SR.

'I, er, nothing,' I was so entranced by the sexy Brethren woman I hadn't even
realised that I had reached the market square where we had agreed to meet or
register their presence.

I was also too embarrassed to admit I'd been tailing a woman with sexy calves
down the street, like a pervert.

'Just following Carol, eh'' SR said with a wink and a smile.

'That's Carol!' I said in astonishment.

I'd only ever seen her in her regulation school uniform before and never in
anything like that sexy tight dress and heels. I was shocked by how hot she
looked and suddenly fancied her.

'Let's catch up with her, maybe she'll answer our questions about the
Brethren,' I said picking up the pace again but mainly wanting to look at
those sexy calves again now I knew who they belonged to, while wondering how a
nice non-athletic girl had developed them.

Up ahead, the young woman with the figure-hugging dress and sexy flexing
calves had turned a corner at the end of the market square to head towards the
church. The feelings in my dick got stronger as I saw Carol in side-profile
confirming that indeed this was the last girl I'd expected to see looking so
hot.

'Well that's that then, she's gone to church,' Chris said as Carol turned
again to enter a small place of worship by the side of the building.

'She's left the door open. We can just go in,' I said but the others didn't
look so keen. 'They hold Mothers & Toddlers here,' I pointed to a poster on
the door. 'So it's not limited to the Brethren.'

They still didn't look enthusiastic.

'Look I should at least explain to her about the card' I told them. 'OK, I'll
go in there, talk with her then be right out.' I didn't add that I hoped that
she would agree to meet me later so we could get together to know each other
better now that I fancied her.

I entered the building to find a basic meeting hall sparsely furnished with
wooden floorboards, fluorescent lighting, rows of wooden chairs and a piano in
one corner.

'So where is she'' SR said from my side.

I looked over my shoulder in surprise to see saw that they had both followed
me in, spoiling any opportunity I had to ask her out, if I could work up the
courage.

'Here to steal from the Lord's holy place, Bobby'' a softly spoken female
voice made us look around.

Carol had been standing behind the door where we didn't see her when we
entered. She now closed it and to our surprise locked it with a key. Seeing
the long scarlet dress from the front and up close for the first time, the
first thing I noticed was the wide expanse of upper chest on show due to a
plunging neck-line that began mid-way along her slender shoulders and sloped
in a wide V to the centre of her chest. It seemed very daring for a nice girl
like her although it was still very feminine. I had to force myself not to
stare at the unexpected but pleasant sight of the rounded sides of her small
breasts. It didn't help when she slipped the key down the front into her bra!
The dress was tailored tightly to a nice slim figure I never realised she had,
which sloped in subtly on each side to a small waist and had a bow and ribbon
motif embroidered on the front. Below the waist, the dress flowed nicely in a
looser fashion, falling in long pleats around her legs to a billowing hem
which was well below her knees. It was very feminine with a hint of
old-fashioned nostalgia Which suited her well. I also liked the way the rest
of her lower legs peeked out beneath the pleated hemline, covered in sheer tan
nylons with a nice shape as the calves sloped in towards dainty ankles. Upon
her feet were pretty silver slip-on shoes with heels.

'You look very nice,' I found the courage to say.

'You followed me all the way down the high street and market square and into
the church hall to tell me that'' she replied in a mocking tone.

She really was quite pretty in a sweet elven way and certainly not boring in
that figure-hugging dress.

'I didn't realise it was you at first,' I admitted 'But wanted to catch up
with you to chat as I'd hadn't seen you for a while.'

A sneer appeared on her small thin-lipped mouth, which I wasn't surprised to
see was not covered in lipstick. She never wore make-up at school and I now
suspected it was something to do with her beliefs. Not that she really needed
any for she had good unblemished skin complexion.

'Highly unlikely, since you never bothered with me much in school,' she
replied with a smile, stepping closer.

I loved the way the pleats around her legs billowed and moved and the coy
glimpses of her lower legs.

Carol stopped with her expression changing to one of shock as if just
realising something, while her hands flew up to cross over her chest. Did I
forget to tell you that she was also into amateur dramatics at school'

'You followed me in here so that you could have your wicked way with me!' she
gasped with eyes wide. 'That signifies malicious intent and you brought your
friends along to gang-rape me!' she exclaimed.

'No, of course not! We would never do anything like that or hurt you,' I told
her, shocked that she would say such a thing.

'Says the boy that broke my heart.'

'No! I er,' I searched desperately for the right words to say. 'It was these
two who sent that Valentine's card and put my name inside, not me. I never
knew anything about it at first.'

'It's true,' added Chris. 'We're sorry about that.'

'I knew that.' Carol snapped in annoyance. 'No-one signs a Valentine's card
unless it's a cruel joke.'

'But you kept blushing and smiling at me for months.'

She was quite cute looking and I mentally kicked myself for not noticing
earlier and using that card as an excuse to get to know her better.

'To see if you would make a move or one of them were honest enough to admit
it,' she said. 'Now repent your evil intentions to rape me. Confess your sins
in The Lord's house.'

As she spoke, she slipped off her shoes off to reveal her dainty nylon clad
feet, which puzzled me.

I was stunned when wholesome bookish Carol suddenly raised her hands before
her, one slightly ahead of the other, open-palmed with fingers straight and
held together with her feet askance like she was a Karate expert! The sleeves
of her dress slid back to reveal part of her forearms which were slender and
firm. The sweet natured girl adopting a fight stance seemed so absurd and
totally out of character yet made my dick lurch. Was this just more acting to
scare us' The quiet studious girl never got involved in anything athletic at
school and I'd never heard her raise her voice let alone do anything violent.
Yet the confident way she held her hands and the uncharacteristic focused
stare on her normally angelic face made me nervous although strangely aroused.

'Woah! Carol!' I blurted, unsettled by the intimidating pose. 'I'm being
honest with you. I only came here to talk, nothing else. I would never hurt
you. None of us would. Come on, you know us.'

I was shocked to find myself pleading with the normally cherubic girl who now
made me feel anxious by adopting a classic Karate stance.

'Yes I know you. You stare lustfully at girls and listen to Satanic music.'

She meant Heavy Metal but I wasn't going to correct her.

'Confess your sins and repent,' she said with a wide smile that pushed up her
cheekbones in her usual cheery manner but seem scary with her slim hands held
steady like deadly axe blades.

'You're joking with us, right'' I asked.

'HEY! HEY!' the short sharp sounds from the normally timid girl was
terrifying.

Her right knee shot up with the pleats of her dress unfurling as the hem slid
back. Faster than I had ever seen anybody move, a lovely looking lower leg
snapped forwards like lightning. The sole of a nylon-clad foot slammed
straight into my gut with shocking strength, painfully stomping the breath
from my lungs. A fraction of a second later, the top of her other foot and
shin whipped across the side of my chest like a thick bamboo cane. As my body
jerked backwards under the impact, I groaned with what breath I had left, in
stunned disbelief at the unexpected hard stinging impact and the horrible
reverberations inside my chest.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!' her dainty fists became a blur.

I was shocked as three rapid alternate punches peppered my solar plexus. She
didn't punch particularly hard, each landed with a solid thud but the
cumulative effect was devastating. The sweet pretty girl watched with wide
eyes and a big smile with a hint of derision as her unexpected punches knocked
the remaining breath from me, while preventing me drawing breath and unable to
stop my body creasing forwards.

'HEY! HEY!'

A slender tan blur with streaks of light reflected from her nylons, rockets up
towards me. The next instant I taste nylon as the sole of her foot blasted my
lower face like a bolt out of the blue. Feeling as if I'd been punched in the
face, my head had barely begun to whip back when the top of her other foot
slammed hard into the side of my neck. I felt momentarily disorientated and
dizzy while my arms and head shook uncontrollably as I stagger back, stunned
that Carol had actually hit me and so many times so quickly. In alarm, I feel
my legs go numb beneath me while my head spins and black spots appear before
my eyes and fall to my knees before her lovely nylon-clad lower legs in
disgrace. Even the nicest girl in the school was a better fighter than me!

Powerless to act, I watched from the floor as Carol spun to face Chris with
her legs astride and knife hands raised poised to strike. I loved how her
dress clung to her slender figure with her cute calves below. Freaked by her
unexpected attack on me, he raised a fist which was very out of character.

'Please stay back, Carol, I don't want to hurt you.' he sounded nervous of our
former demure classmate who we didn't know as well as we'd thought.

Petite, slim and disarmingly sweet looking with a tight sneer of amusement on
her thin mouth, her raised hands was an unreal contradiction that I actually
found arousing.

'HEY!'

The quick cry made him jump and he threw a punch out of sheer fright but she
had not actually moved! Only now did her left arm flash out to block his wrist
against the outside of her forearm while balling her right fist by her side.

'HEY!'

Her left fist rocketed between them like it had been released from a catapult.
The hall echoed to a loud crack as bare knuckles solidly hit his chin square
on. Without even a wince of discomfort from delivering that punch, a wide
smile of pleasure graced her pretty face as his head jerked back over his
shoulders. I was horrified to see the glazed look in his eyes and the terrible
grimace on his face, and was shocked to realise this virtuous girl nearly
knocked him out with a single punch! Needless to say the thought caused my
dick to stiffen.

Before Chris could fall, Carol's right hand encircled his raised wrist. I
admired the lines of her sleek figure in that clingy red dress as she thrust
his wrist high between them. Moving swiftly with shocking confidence, the
sweetly smiling girl turned her back to him and swung his arm down over her
shoulder. Gripping his wrist with both hands, she leant forward giving a view
of nice puppies dangling in the neck of her dress. I was stunned as his feet
left the floor and he whipped over her shoulder at incredible speed while
somersaulting then crashing heavily on his back against the unforgiving wooden
floorboards. She threw him so fast, his body bounced while I felt the loud
impact that reverberated around the hall. My dick lurched at the sight of the
sweet-natured girl throwing him cleanly and with no apparent effort!

Chris lay stunned at Carol's feet, looking up at her virtuous face trying to
understand what had just happened. Still holding his right wrist with one hand
and a smile, she bent at the knees into a low crouch by his side. The hem of
her pleated dress slid back past her knees to reveal the side of beautifully
curved calves clad in nylons so close in colour to her skin tone that they
were, at first glance, almost invisible.

'HEY!'

The sharp shout made my dick twitch as holding his arm back across the top of
her thigh, her right fist lanced down to solidly punch the side of his neck.
Chris's body lurched with his arms and legs jerking randomly for a bit before
falling still. I was shocked by the brutality of the demure nice girl who I
previously thought was passive. Carol stood up straight with a wide beaming
smile of innocent purity and placed a foot on Chris' chest as he lay unmoving
while staring at me with raised fists. The dominant victory pose was so
incongruous for the pretty god-fearing girl, my cock went rigid inside my
pants although I found it a bit scary.

Suddenly SR came up from behind and slid an arm around Carol's waist to
restrain her.

'HEY!'

Turning her body slightly towards him, the pretty teen powered her right elbow
back. There was a solid thud and SR groaned as the hard point of her elbow
hammered the centre of his chest. His eyes screwed up in agony and his mouth
fell open as his breath rushed out. Spinning around to face him as he began to
crease over, Carol grabbed his arms as the pleats of her dress fanned out and
the hem slid back to reveal sexy firm thighs, while her right knee soared like
a cannon ball. As it did I caught a glimpse of sleek strong arrow-headed
calves at the side of her other leg.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Her knee flashed between his legs to pound his balls solidly three times in
quick succession. SR howled in agony while my balls rose sympathetically.

'Oh God!' he gasped in pain and tears rolling down his cheeks.

'Blasphemer!' she accused.

SR began to crease up over his aching balls but the cherubic sanctimonious
girl hooked her left forearm and hand from the underside of his right arm,
trapping it in the crook of her arm.

'HEY!'

Her right arm arced around, bent at the elbow. The leading edge of her forearm
close to the elbow drove against his forehead like a mallet. SR's head flew
right back over shoulders with a cry but his attempt to stagger back was
prevented by her armlock. He yelped as a sharp twist of his arm forced him to
lean forwards.

'HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Leaning to one side, Carol's right leg flashed like a lightning storm, with a
stunning expanse of sexy nylon-clad thigh, with the shin striking across his
belly, the middle of his chest, before whipping high to club him around the
top of his head as if wielding a baseball bat. He didn't have time to groan
before the leg momentarily bent back at the knee then straightened to power
the sole of her foot against the right side of his face. His head whipped
around over the opposite shoulder like it was a football on a spring. I was
stunned that her legs, which were sensational and fabulously shaped with sexy
curves, had kicked him so many times in a less than a second. The incredible
flexibility and stamina of the girl we only thought of as quiet, nice and
demure was highly arousing and my dick was so hard it stretched my pants to
breaking point, although her hard focused intensity was terrifying.

Bright-eyed and smiling, as usual, Carol looked unbelievably dominant as she
forced SR to stand straight by application of pressure to the back of his
elbow causing him to yelp and dance in agony. Pulling him sharply towards her,
she grabbed the front of his shirt with her other hand while with a nice swell
of calve muscles, a leg swung past his right leg then kicked back. Her calves
slammed against his, reaping his foot from the floor and lifting it high
before him. At the same time she bumped her slender hip against him putting
him off balance while pushing against his chest. He went down backwards to
slam against the wooden floorboards on his back. The hem of her dress had
rucked up over her knees and again I found her lower legs sensational as she
lowered herself. Kneeling with her shin pressing into his throat, she held
that disturbing wide smile while SR's hands moved weakly towards his neck.

'Stop it Carol!', I shouted, as she choked him with a bent leg with the shin
against his throat. 'That's unnecessary!'

'Everything is necessary in self-defence,' she replied in her soft voice,
staring at me with her eyes wide.

'You attacked us first!'

'Defence through offence', she smiled.

It had all happened so shockingly fast. The pleasant, intelligent former
classmate had given the three of us a good beating and floored us in less than
a minute! Now that I had discovered the hard way that she was skilled in
Martial Arts, my opinion of her changed drastically and I had an epic hard on
for her! Her pretty elfin looks were appealing and I loved the way her scarlet
dress clung tightly to her petite, slender body and that plunging neckline
that gave a tantalising view of her small breasts. Her right thigh as it
remained bent on SR's throat was slim and sexy with the overhead lights
scintillating off the sheer tan nylon.

'Please get off him,' I begged. 'He's stopped moving, You're killing him!'

Cautiously getting to my feet, I wanted to push her off but the memory of her
painful beating was fresh in my mind.

'Ready to do some serious repenting, Bobby'' the quiet girl asked while
gracefully standing up to face me while my two best friends lay unmoving on
the floor.

It was a sight that made my dick lurch yet made me anxious.

With a cheerful face, Carol once more looked like the nice, bright,
well-behaved, good-natured girl I was more comfortable with.

'That was, er, amazing,' I told her as she took a slow step towards me, making
me feel nervous again. 'I never knew you did martial arts'.

'There's a lot you never bothered to find out about me, Bobby,' she kept
smiling as she walked slowly towards me.

My eyes were drawn to her nylon-sheathed lower legs visible beneath the
flowing moving pleats of her long form-clinging dress. I thought they were
beautiful with her tights reflecting the lights in the room. I'm not really
into feet, but Carol's were small with wonderful curves and arches and dainty
toes. It was hard to match that with how those soles had felt like
sledgehammers against my face a few moments ago.

'I thought you'd be non-violent with your beliefs'' I said stepping back to
try and keep a safe distance from the unassuming girl who now in my eyes had
become a dangerous super woman. Dangerous and kind of sexy.

'That doesn't prevent me defending myself from randy boys trying to force
themselves upon me.'

Those dainty feet and lovely lower legs stepped closer forcing me to back up
again. It felt so strange to be menaced by the former mild, reserved girl of
the class.

'I wouldn't do anything like that to you, I swear!' I protested.

To my surprise, Carol pulled up her hem on one side exposing a leg all the way
up to her hips. I couldn't help staring and saw her slim thighs had a quite
firm sleekness to them and looked amazing in those tights.

'Wow Carol! You have great legs!', I said out loud.

'Thank you for finally noticing,' she replied with a smile or she being
sarcastic'.

Watching me intently, she raised the leg from the floor, bending it at the
knee and bringing the top of the thigh close to her side. I was astonished as
she got it as high as her shoulder, never expecting her to have such
flexibility. Needless to say I found it very arousing! The pleated hem fell
back to reveal her nylon-sheathed legs in all their beautiful glory and in
those sheer tights they were sensationally sexy. My dick went absolutely rigid
as her lower leg took up the smooth motion, unfurling until the top of the
thigh almost touched her side with the foot pointing and held high above her
head.

'PHROAR!' I groaned.

The sight of angelic Carol doing a steady standing splits right in front of me
left me panting with lust and my dick beating a military tattoo inside my
pants! I had seen my sister and her gymnast friends do this many times and had
the same reaction but Carol never even did sports at school! Then I remembered
SR mentioning something about the Brethren not permitted to take part in
certain things with people outside their religion.

This close to her, there was nowhere to put my eyes except run them up and
down the length of her legs. I admired them from her dainty wonderfully arched
feet to her slim ankles and nicely muscled calves then down the backs of her
splendid upper legs. The sight of respectable white knickers visible beneath
the tightly stretched gusset of her tights had my dick lurching so hard I had
to look away for fear of cumming in my pants!.

'Oh Carol! That's amazing. You have sexy legs,' I groaned with intense
yearning.

'Well that stiff bulge twitching about at the front of your trousers, your
heavy breathing and the look of desire upon your face puts pay to your claim
of innocent intent,' she stated, that wide smile and twinkling eyes never
leaving her elfin face. 'You clearly desire sexual congress with me,' she told
me then elegantly lowered her foot to the floor.

Her legs were so sexy I just had to follow the raised leg with my eyes
drinking in its beauty as it descended to be covered up by the falling hem of
her dress.

'It's um just seeing you like this,' I tried to explain as she continued to
stare at me with those accusing eyes. 'I never knew you could be so aggressive
and dominant. It's um quite exciting well it would be if you were just playing
and being gentle with me." I saw the strange look in her eyes like she thought
I was a right weirdo. "You know me, I would never force myself upon anyone
especially you.'

'Oh I know you Bobby Priest. I can see your unnatural lust from here,' she
said with a glance at my crotch. 'The same way you lust after your own
sister.'

'That's not true!' I protested, ashamed that there may be a grain of truth in
that but knew I could never explain that to her.

So entrancing was Carol's unexpected but arousing display of flexible
legginess that it took me a moment to realise that she had stepped close.
Hurriedly moving backwards I found myself backed up against the rear of a row
of seats.

'Nowhere to run. Are you afraid of me, Bobby'' she said softly with a wide
smile.

Still smiling she slowly raised her right knee again except this time she was
standing really close. Once more the leg straightened until she was doing the
standing splits again with the sole of her foot almost touching my face.

'ORRR!' I couldn't help groaning and panting fast with pure desire at this
highly arousing close-up display of flexibility.

My dick was so rigid it was straining painfully within the constraint of my
pants. I was still enraptured by that sexy flexible leg as the foot moved away
from my face and the lower leg folded back.

' Oh Carol, I want you,' I groaned lustfully before I'd realised what I'd
said.

Standing right before me with her right knee still raised above waist height,
her wide smile became one of triumph.

'I knew it! You want to rape me!'

'No! Of course not!'

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

The sharp shouts made me jump in fright and my balls contract. With her knee
still raised, her right leg pulsed three times. My body jerked as the sole of
her foot pounded my belly like a lump-hammer, then the centre of my chest
followed by a strong blast to my jaw. Her lightning-fast kicks struck with an
intensity out of all proportion to size of her dainty foot and were so fast I
had no chance to evade or block them. My head was kicked right back onto my
shoulders so fast I had a crick in my neck while the blinding blur of lights
and the sudden motion scrambled my senses.

Blindly staggering back under the impact, my backside came up against the row
of the chairs behind me.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

With the hem around the top of her lovely thighs, Carol's right leg kicked out
like thunderbolts with a nylon sheen. My face was blasted rapidly one way then
the other with the tops of her feet, blitzing my senses and dazing my eyes. A
reversed kick followed with the sole of her foot slamming my face over my
opposite shoulder, with a spray of saliva from my distorted open mouth. The
kick was so hard, I stumbled against the chairs and tried to grab the back of
the nearest one to stop my fall. I was startled when it slid away from me with
a loud scrape across the floorboards!

Before I could fall, Carol's hands grabbed the sides of my head and gave it a
sharp tug to pull me towards her.

'No, get away from me,' I cried in despair as she pulled my head down forcing
me to bend by her side.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Those sharp shouts scared the crap out of me. All I could do was look down at
the back of her left leg and the motion of the side of her backside as her
right knee pumped up and down three times to hammer my balls like a piston. I
cried out as agonising crippling pain exploded in my groin. My balls hurt like
hell and were horribly sensitive and sore. Creasing over with tears in my
eyes, the smugly superior pretty girl let me fall against the back of the
chairs. They were wooden foldable ones which collapsed and gave way beneath me
with a loud screech that set my teeth on edge. I ended up on the floor,
curling up and clutching my groin in a whole world of agony.

The sweetly smiling little ball-buster stood over me with her hands on her
hips looking victorious. I just wanted her to leave me alone with my horribly
throbbing balls.

'Maybe it's best if rapists like you have their balls broken so you can't
reproduce,' Carol said in a gentle soft voice.

'Not a rapist,' I groaned, gritting my teeth against the sharp arching pain in
my groin and really peeved by her holier than thou attitude.

I looked up at her to see her staring back looking all innocent and nice while
my balls throbbed badly. Wanting to wipe that stupid chirpy smile from her
face, I picked up a collapsed chair and forced myself to stand, holding it in
front of me as a shield to defend myself from the crazy girl.

'That won't save you, Bobby,' Carol told me sweetly although it sounded rather
condescending. 'Only God can save you now,' that soft voice mocked me as she
cupped her left hand over her raised right fist as if restraining a deadly
weapon. 'You better confess your sins in this place of worship.'

'Please keep back, Carol,' I told her, holding the folded chair up in front of
me and trying to keep my voice steady but feeling unnerved by fighting
ability.

I tried not to stare at the tops of her small breasts in the low V neck of her
dress or the nice lines of her lower legs below the hem.

'I only came in here to talk with you, nothing else.'

Her face beamed at me, she was so pretty and looked nice in that dress.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Her fists blazed out in alternate strikes, smashing right through the chair
seat and its back. The force of each punch causes the chair to shake violently
in my hands as she demolishes it and I struggle to keep hold of it.

'HAH!'

Her dress flicks up as a speeding nylon blur lances out and what's left of the
chair disintegrates in a hail of splinters and fragments as her right foot
smashes right through it leaving nothing but splinters in my palms.

Oh crap! I'm absolutely petrified and shaking like a leaf as the former nicest
girl in the school faces me smiling with her dangerous hands raised shaped
like knifes and the tight dress clinging to her lovely sleek body. Panicking,
I turn to run but she grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me back towards
her. I feel the back of my left leg coming up against one of her legs which
the skilled girl had outstretched and placed behind me. As I try to stop
myself tripping over her foot I feel it rise, lifting my leg off the floor.
Unbalanced I fall over backwards and crash on my arse on floorboards.

'You're not going anywhere Bobby,' she tells me with a wide smile looking down
at me as I lie at her feet. 'Unless you can get the key off me,' she tapped
her dress over her right breast.

'Leave him alone,' Chris cried as he and SR rushed Carol together.

Taken by surprise, they managed to grab a wrist each to restrain her.

'That's enough, Carol. Stop it,' SR told her.

In the middle of the two taller boys with her arms stretched out, the petite
slim god-fearing girl remained calm and gave them a look of contempt.

'HEY! HEY!'

Angling away from Chris, a nylon-sheathed leg with bright streaks of reflected
light shot out in a rear-leg side-kick. He howled in anguish as the sole of
her foot solidly pounded his nuts and then the leg swung back and through into
a front kick hammering her shin right between SR's legs to hammer his balls.
Both kicks were loud, solid and brutal and delivered in less than a second.
Both guys hunched over with their eyes screwed tight, wailing in pain with
their faces in agony while cupping their aching balls with the demure girl
standing and smiling in the middle.

Grabbing Chris's right arm, Carol bent back his wrist and hooked her right arm
over the top of his shoulder causing him to yelp as she kept him bent over by
her side.

'HEY!'

The pleats of her dress fanned out as the hem rode up her thigh. Carol leant
slightly away from SR who was still hunched over his groin. A sleek right leg
with shapely calves and gleaming with reflected nylon sheen rose at the knee
and snapped straight. The sole of her foot drove into his belly with such
force that his body rose momentarily into the air, gasping as his feet left
the floor. Landing and before he could fall, she hooked an arm around his
right one from underneath in a restraint hold. The pretty girl looked so
supremely dominant as she held both the much larger boys restrained with
nonchalant ease while they squirmed in agony.

'HAH!'

That leg rose again to blast the sole of her foot straight into SR's face. His
whole body jerked with the power of that impact and his face snapped backwards
with a bloody nose and a shocked expression. The legs gave way from beneath
him and he stumbled as she released his arm but Chris couldn't fall because of
the tight armlock she had applied on him.

I was shocked that Carol's dainty feet had unleashed such brutal destruction.
This petite slim most wholesome and feminine of girls was beating us up with
ease. A thought that had my dick rigid again yet I was now quite terrified of
her. Before I could dwell further upon that, Carol swung Chris around in front
of her to face her. Leaning slightly to one side, her small but pleasant
seeming breasts dangled nicely in the low neck of her dress.

'HEY!'

Her right leg was like a guided missile, streaking in a high climbing arc of
reflected sheen as her dress rucked up once more around the top of her thighs.
With a solid thud, the top of her foot pounded the side of his neck and he
cried out as his shoulders rose and whole body jerked.

Chris' head lolled around on his neck with glazed eyes while Carol cruelly
forced him to stand by the hold she had on his arm.

'Leave him alone!' I shouted, enraged and getting to my feet to save him.

Chris was a nice bloke who would never hurt anybody and didn't deserve this
sort of beating from this angelic-looking female avenger.

'They've done nothing to you. Let them go. It's me you want,' I told her as I
got as close as I dared.

'Oh Bobby, you flatter yourself,' she told me, that wide smile not breaking.
'You've already admitted their complicity trying to break my heart by sending
that card.'

Carol gasped and her eyes went wide in shock as SR grabbed her from behind,
wrapping his arms around her slim waist, which made me feel a bit jealous.

'That's enough Carol. You've made your point that you're a secret kick-ass and
we're impressed,' he told her with one of his smiles that made girls go weak
at the knees (lucky bastard!).

'He's right,' I said, brave enough to step close while he had hold of her.

She made no attempt to struggle and almost seemed amused. 'All this over a
silly Valentine's card' I gave her a friendly smile as I gently touched the
arm she was using to keep Chris bent over at her side. 'Come on, let him go
and open the door for us and we can put this behind us. Hey, how about we buy
you a nice tea or coffee and a cake from the new Cafe down-town' it's really
nice there. I really want us to remain friends.'

'Bobby'' Carol said softly.

She looked so sweet and beguiling with wide eyes and a big smile that I
instinctively leant closer to listen. Oh I really wanted her to be my
girlfriend. Big mistake!

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Crap! The hem of her dress flicked up and the pleats unfurled as her knee rose
sharply and three shiny tan pulses shot up towards me. The top of her foot
slammed across my nose and mouth, then the sole back-kicked the side of my
face before blasting the underside of my jaw. My face was kicked one way then
the other then blasted right back over my shoulders so quickly I stumbled
backwards totally dazed and with my vision too blurred to see where I was
going.

My eyes began to clear to see SR struggling to keep hold of the little minx
while she in turn still restrained Chris with an armlock. Carol shoved her
pert backside into SR's groin (lucky bastard!) to unsettle him. Grabbing the
sides of Chris' head with both hands, she pulled it down sharply then twisted
it sideways.

'HEY!'

The pleats billowed around her lovely nylon-sheathed thighs as a knee blasted
up. A cry of terror was silenced as the knee brutally connected with his
temple. I felt bile rose in my throat as he dropped to the floor and lay
twitching clutching the top of his head for a few moments before laying still.

Without pause, Carol's hands flew to the hands of the arms holding her around
her waist. SR cried out as his little finger was bent back sharply, breaking
his grip. The much bigger boy yelped and whimpered with legs dancing in agony
as the petite femininely dressed wholesome girl used his painfully-bent finger
to lead his right hand away from her body. She did so with a wide smile of
smug superiority and deliberate slowness intended to prolong the pain.

'HEY!"

With the sleek lines of her figure emphasised by the clingy dress, Carols'
bent right arm rocketed back to slam the elbow against the bottom of his chin.
There was a solid clunk as his jaws violently mashed together and his head
lashed back over his shoulders. SR staggered back a few steps then fell to his
knees with a glazed look in his eyes.

I was so concerned that Carol was going to do something nasty to SR to finish
him off, I surprised myself by rushing forward. She also looked surprised as I
managed to grab hold of the top of her shoulders, which felt so slender and
delicate I was afraid of using too much force and hurting her. Forcing her to
face me, I couldn't deny how pretty she was and badly wanted to kiss her, but
was too frightened what her reaction would be.

'Why Bobby! This is a surprise.'

'Please Carol stop!, leave them alone, This is not like you,' I tell her.

'You know nothing about me', she cried, hunching her shoulders and bringing
both arms down against her side bent at the elbows.

Her arms suddenly shot skywards flinging my hands away from her shoulders

'Keep your hands off me, Bobby Priest!'

Her adorable face had a fierce intensity that filled me with dread and I saw
her dainty hands, held above her head, were shaped like blades.

'HEY!"

Her hands were a blur as they fell, too fast to dodge. The edges felt like
steel axes as they simultaneously chopped both sides of my neck. My eyes
clenched, my neck tightened and my shoulders shot up together as if to protect
my neck. There was a buzzing in my ears, a taste of bile in my mouth and my
senses whirled as if I had been hit by a cattle prod. Momentarily everything
faded then there was an electric touch as Carol slid a slender arm around my
side to hook across my back while pressing a hip into my groin. That fleeting
moment of intimate contact with a nice girl was broken as she leant forwards
and kicked my feet away beneath me. I felt so helpless as I fell forward and
my body flipped around her rounded hip and went tumbling over at a scary speed
to crash back upon the floor. I cried out as the pain shot up my back.

'Oh Bobby'' I heard Carol softly coo.

I opened my eyes to see her looking demure and innocent crouching behind SR.
The hem of her dress was around her hips showing off a sensational amount of
leg. Maybe it was the sheer nylons but she really did have great legs.

'Come and save him Bobby,' she called in a soft alluring voice.

It was then that I noticed that she had her right arm wrapped tightly around
his neck with his throat wedged into the crook of her elbow and her forearm
folded to press against the other side of his neck. The pious girl had locked
off the tight headlock by gripping the crook of her other arm which was folded
up to press that forearm against the side of his face with her hand pressing
down upon the top of his head. It was a sleeper hold and I had heard all sorts
of horror stories about nasty kids trying it out on the weaker kids and
causing permanent brain damage. His eyes already looked glazed and sleepy
while he weakly held onto her elbow with one hand.

'Maybe next time bring all the boys from your class to give me more of a
challenge,' she teased.

I had a dreadful and arousing thought that even that wouldn't be enough to
handle this angelic looking girl.

SR started thrashing around in horrible panicky movements, clutching at her
slim arms to try to prise them away but they are locked so tight around his
neck that he is unable to budge them.

'Please Carol, stop it,' I begged.

'Come and make me Bobby,' she told me with a beauteous smile.

SR heard my voice and his arms reached out towards me begging for help with
his eyes wide open in abject terror. He was the toughest of all of us but I'd
never seen him look so pathetic and ill in this girl's tightly locked arms.

'I'm begging you, please,' I implored her, too terrified to tackle this
unexpectedly dangerous 'goody too shoes'.

She ignored me and raised herself into a higher crouch to increase the strain
on his neck. Placing both feet on the floor he raised his backside and began
trying to thrust himself back and forth but Carol's arms remained clamped
tight around his neck. His attempts to free himself grew more frantic before
he exhausted himself and his backside flopped back to the floor in defeat. In
horror I saw SR begin to convulse and choke while thrashing his arms and legs
around. At the same time a noticeable stiff bulge rose at the front of his
trousers.

'Stop it! You're killing him.'

She fixed me with a stare that never left my face with her eyes boring into me
and a chilly edge to her perpetual wide smile.

'Then it will be just you and me,' she told me softly. 'Then I will knock you
out slowly so you can savour being dominated by a mere girl. Judging by that
hard-on I'll think you'll like it.'

Carol was so ruthlessly dominant as she edged SR towards unconsciousness with
her slim arms, it had my dick rigid like a telegraph pole despite the horror
of the situation. SR was barely moving now and I horrified to see the whites
of his eyes were showing with his eyelids flickering while his mouth was slack
and drooling. A glistening wet patch appeared on his trouser-tent and expanded
rapidly. Suddenly she whipped his head hard to the right and I feared she was
going to break his neck!.

'No!' I cried and leapt to my feet and rushed at her to save my friend.

SR flopped limply to the floor as Carol opened her arms and began to stand
straight to face me with eagerness. The girl's hands reached out to try and
grab the front of my shirt and I feared that she was going to perform some
kind of throw on me. However I was too close and going too fast to stop in
time. Our bodies collided with a hard bump which sent her sprawling to the
floor in a display of all legs and a cute face looking hurt. Somehow I managed
to remain standing and honestly didn't know what to do next. The elfin-faced
girl however didn't hesitate and struck like a snake. Her hands whipped out to
grab my right ankle then lifted it high off the floor and gave my foot a twist
sending me face-first down to the floorboards with a yelp.

'Knock down a woman, you vile beast!' she told me in a heated tone.

Crouching down as she held my foot by the sole and the back of my ankle, she
was showing a lot of sexy nylon-clad thigh. I had no time to appreciate the
view as she began forcing my calves towards the backs of my thighs while
twisting my foot at the ankle! I'm not as flexible as her and my foot doesn't
swivel that way either. The pain in my ankle was excruciating as the nice
puritan girl continued to give my ankle a hard twist. I was howling in agony
with tears in my eyes and banging against the floorboards with my hands.

'Admit you're a dirty sinner, a rapist and a pervert to boot,' her voice was
soft and gentle but my ankle was sheer torture.

'No! I'm not I'm not!' I cried as it felt she was going to break my ankle.

'Oh don't cry Bobby,' she said in soothing tones as she continued to try to
snap my foot off. 'Just repent your sins and it will all be over. Well apart
from the punishment.'

I felt relief as the pain stopped as Carol threw my leg down and rose. Forcing
myself to my knees I looked up her standing over me like a pint-sized female
colossus with her hands upon her slender hips and a smug expression of
superiority. I couldn't help admiring the way that the scarlet dress clung to
the slim lines of her body. The pleats added a flowing feminine feel with her
lower kegs peeking from the hem sheathed in shiny tan nylon in lovely lines
and dainty shoeless feet. Suddenly the lights made exciting patterns on the
pleats as her knee began to rise and I cowered in fear before the 'nice' girl.

'HEY!'

Bright streaks of reflected sheen flashed before my eyes as the lower leg with
the straight shin and shapely calve snapped straight right in front of me. The
beautifully shaped top arch of Carol's foot slammed against the underside of
my chin like a speeding train. The impact painfully smashed my jaws together
and fired my head right back over my shoulders as if she had been kicking a
football. With blitzed vision and senses scrambled, I fell heavily onto my
backside on the floorboards.

'Poor Bobby hard-on,' Carol teased as she scooped my right foot up from the
floor sending me flat on my back as she raised it high.

With a wide grin that showed her pearly white teeth, Carol once more gripped
my ankle with one hand and my foot with the other. She leant slightly over my
foot giving me an exciting view of the middle of her small breasts as they
fell forward inside the low neckline of her dress to come together to form a
nice valley and cleavage. Then I was screaming as she sharply twisted my foot
while keeping a firm grip on my ankle to stop it from moving.

'Come on Bobby, confess your sins.'

'Please stop!' I begged, bullied by the former nice wholesome studious girl of
my year.

'Oh don't be such a cry-baby, confess sinner!'

She was actually smiling as she pressed the sole of my foot against her flat
belly to apply more pressure to twist it even more. It was so painful I was
sure my ankle was about to break. For a so-called religious girl she showed no
mercy!

'I'm a pervert! I'm a pervert!,' I sobbed at intense agony in my ankle while
slapping my hands against the floor in frustration.

'You followed me',' my sweet-looking torturer prompted.

'Arghh my foot! I confess I followed you,' I wept. 'I saw you in that dress
and heels and thought you looked nice.'

'And'' she pressed against my foot again making me shriek.

'I confess I wanted to speak with you,' I wept. 'Wanted to find the courage to
ask you out.'

More pressure on my foot had me weeping like a child.

'I confess I wanted to tell you the truth about that card.' More pain. 'I
swear it's true. I wasn't going to molest you or anything. I swear. Not a
rapist, Not a rapist,' I sobbed, reduced to a pathetic crying mess by the
pretty 'nice' religious girl.

Although relieved when Carol released my foot, the ankle hurt so much, I
doubted that I would be able to stand on it or put any weight on it for quite
a while.

'Thou shalt not suffer a pervert to live,' Carol quoted as she placed a foot
upon my chest signalling her victory.

I looked up in terror at the demure girl standing over me, a petite slim
figure of female superiority in a figure-hugging scarlet dress.

'It's a joke,' she laughed, seeing my expression.

It didn't seem very funny to me, my ankle hurt like blazes and my friends lay
on the floor, knocked out by this pretty little terror. With her nicely shaped
lower legs right before my eyes, my gaze went upwards to see her staring down
at me with her hands upon her hips. She looked so sweet and harmless now with
that petite elfin face, wide eyes, cute nose and small mouth with long brown
curly hair cascading down the back of her dress. Once again I mentally kicked
myself for not previously noticing how attractive she was, in a 'girl next
door' manner that I would feel comfortable talking with, and what great legs
she had.

'Oh, don't cry Bobby,' Carol said in a smoothing voice. 'I'm flattered that
you wanted to ask me out but you know I can't date anyone outside the
Brethren.'

I looked up, feeling crest-fallen at the smart nice girl I had stupidly
ignored for years thinking her too boring. Religion aside, crying like a
little kid as I lay at her feet after she'd kicked my arse blew any chances I
had of getting a date with her!

'Do you like my new tights'' she asked unexpectedly, hitching up the pleated
hem of her dress to her hips.

From where I lay, her legs seemed long, slim and beautiful. I had a close up
view of the side of her slender muscled calves which bulged sexily as she kept
a foot upon my chest. My eyes greedily took in every sensuous curve along her
legs which shone with a warm sensual glow and patterns of shimmering light
from the sheer tan nylons that sheathed them tightly like a second skin. Her
legs were perfect, blemish free and exceptionally sexy. I could see all the
way up to the apex of her lovely legs and the darker colour of the gusset.
That was a sight that instantly replaced my fear of her by a raging hard-on!

'Oh Carol!' I moan lustfully. 'They're beautiful.'

'Do you really mean that' You're not just being kind are you''

'No, they really look great on you,' I told her, not understanding this change
in her mood.

Still smiling sweetly down at me and with the hem still around her hips, Carol
raised the foot from my chest then stretched out the leg so that it angled
straight down with her toes touching the floor on the other side of my chest.
She then began slowly turning it from one side to the other. My breathing
rapidly began to get heavier while my dick twitched at this totally unexpected
display of her marvellous sexy legs.

'Oh Carol!' I groaned in appreciation.

'Feel how smooth and silky they are Bobby,' she said in a soft alluring tone.

It was tempting but why was she suddenly so nice to me after trying to twist
my foot off'

'Go on Bobby, feel,' she told me.

Carol leant forward to grab a hand and placed it on her thighs then began
slowly moving the palm back and forth and around the surface of her tights.
Wow! I'd never felt the legs of a girl wearing tights before (OK, I'd never
felt the legs of anyone wearing tights before!) and it was an amazing
sensation. My palm slid over the silky smooth nylon with a tingling slight
rasp and I could feel the warmth of her lovely legs enclosed within.

'They feel beautiful, your legs are beautiful,' I gasped as my dick grew
really hard.

'Do they make my bum look big'' Carol asked in an innocent sounding voice as
to my amazement she brought her legs together by my left side and turned
around.

'ORRR!' I groaned.

Although she wore 'sensible' knickers beneath her tights it didn't nothing to
hide the fact that Carol had a small pert perfectly formed behind. Her
buttocks were tight and perfectly rounded and a sight that set my dick
throbbing inside my pants.

'Oh Carol!' I groaned. 'You have a really sexy backside.'

'Feel it Bobby, feel the back my legs and my bum.'

The demure girl who had only been beating me up a few moments ago, now wanted
me to feel her sexy legs and backside. It was like a dream come true and I
eagerly got to my knees. Those adorably shaped calves caught my attention so
placed a hand on each and felt them.

'Your calves have a lovely shape,' I told her enjoying the feel of the relaxed
firmness. 'They looked great when you wore heels, could you go on your toes
please'' I asked not sure of the response I would get.

To my relief, she did as I asked. The feel of the muscle moving beneath her
skin as they flex and hardened into nice hard slabs of heart-shaped hardness
pushing out the shiny nylons was very enjoyable.

'Wow! Your calves are so hard and nicely muscled in a very feminine way. You
should wear heels more often. They really are very sexy, I like them,' I told
her.

'I see, and is that why you were following me''

'Er, yes. At first before I knew it was you,' I admitted.

'And then you continued to follow me.'

'Ah yes,' I mumbled, embarrassed to admit it.

Kneeling with a palm on the back of each of Carol's legs, I slowly ran them up
the backs of her thighs enjoying the firmness and slight swell of her
hamstrings as well as the tactile feel of her nylons.

'Beautiful, really beautiful,' I gasped in delight.

'Thank you, but what about my bum'' she asked. 'Do these tights make them look
like the backside of a bus''

'Never,' I replied, admiring the small compact backside right before my face.

There was nowhere else for my hands to go except that nicely rounded pert
backside.

'Oh Carol!' I moaned in pleasure 'You have the sexiest backside. Small,
perfectly rounded, tight and firm. ORRR!', I moaned again.

Her legs were so sexy that, inflamed with lust, the way she looked down at me
over her shoulder with that 'little goody two shoes' sweet face somehow made
her seem hotter than the sexiest girls in our year. I yearned to take her in
my arms to hold her close while I kissed her passionately.

'Did I tell you to stand up''

I had never heard such a hard authoritative tone from Carol before that it
took me by surprise. There was something about the way she stood sideways on
to me with her right leg slightly ahead of the other and bent slightly at the
knee still on full display while her cute face looked at me in a coy manner.
Corr she looked so hot.

'Oh Carol!' I groaned again and took a step closer to take her in my arms.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Before I could jump in fright, that lovely leg side-kicked three times in
rapid succession. The sole of her dainty foot hammered the centre of my chest
with sufficient force to lift me onto my toes while groaning as my breath
escaped my lips in bursts.

'HEY! HEY! HEY!'

Stepping close, her hands alternately chopped each side of my neck with an
intensity I did not expect. My body twitched with the shocks to my system and
I felt dizzy and weak at the knees. A third chop struck the right side of my
waist. Feeling like her hands were made of steel, I gasped loudly as my body
leant heavily to the right.

The shoeless girl grabbed my right wrist and the side of my forearm in grips
of steel. Swinging my arm up into the air while turning around in front of me,
Carol sharply brought it down over her slender right shoulder. I felt her
compact little backside thrust into my groin which then rode up her shapely
rear in a brief moment of bliss as she leant forward. My feet left the floor
and in horror I briefly glimpsed the floor below, looking down from over her
shoulder before whipping over it at a terrifying speed. Turned upside down and
plummeting towards the floor, while she kept hold of my arm, I feared I would
crash into it upon the top of my head to crack my skull and break my neck. At
the last microsecond my body rotated to slam against the hard wooden
floorboards upon my back making me cry out at the sudden bruising pain. I lay
there, looking up at the ceiling, stunned with the room spinning around my
head and the loud sound of impact reverberating around the empty hall.

'You tried to get overly familiar with me without my permission! You
transgressor!' she accused as I lay at her feet in humiliation with my right
arm vertical.

Wincing at the pain in my back and arse while feeling stunned, Carol kept me
on my back by applying a painful arm and wrist lock. I looked up as the
formerly quiet devout girl raised a leg to step over my waist so that she
stood astride me facing my feet. Maybe it was an imagination of my dazed state
but her sexy nylon-sheathed peach of a tight compact backside seemed to be
getting closer as her knees bent. With heightening desire I marvelled at how
the prudish girl had incredibly sexy legs, their beauty accentuated by sheer
tan nylons that shimmered with dancing patches of reflected sheen as she
lowered herself elegantly towards me. It took me a while to realise this was
real and when I did it was too late.

That lovely derri're plonked itself down upon the top of my chest and although
Carol couldn't have weighed much, it was still enough to compress my ribcage
making it harder to breathe. Not that it stayed there for long. I was shocked
when the sweet-faced religious girl slid that sexy small backside backwards.
For a moment I thought she was going to sit on my face and my dick soared in
anticipation! However those firm rounded buttocks pushed against my chin,
cupping it in the crevice between those delightful orbs, pushing it back and
up so that she could sit onto my throat! As her weight bore down upon my
throat, I realised in horror that the former 'nicest girl in school' was
choking me with her pert little backside! I tried to move my hands to push her
off but found them pinned to the floor by her shins with her thighs folded on
top pressing down across the inside of my elbows.

'Now let's see what all the fuss is about,' I heard her say.

By the slight shift of her firm buttocks on my throat and the angling forward
of her slender back above me I sensed her lean forward.

'No!' I gasped as I felt her undo my belt and the top button of my jeans.

'Make me,' she replied then began to unzip my files.

Opening the front of my jeans wide she exposed my pants and the stiff erection
inside.

'Behold the root of all evil,' I heard her announce.

I groaned in expectation as I felt her hand touch my trouser tent and was
astonished when she cupped the shaft in her palm then began pumping it
vigorously up and down.

'Oh Carol! Yes!' I groaned loudly as my rod grew stiffer in her hand.

'You like that, don't you Bobby' I can feel it throbbing.'

'Oh yes!' I groaned in growing pleasure looking forward to cumming in her
hand.

'And you like my bum, don't you'' she asked needlessly. 'So what about this''

To my frustration and disappointment, Carol's nice warm hand released my hard
aching tent pole. I watched as, still laying on top of me, that lovely compact
rear slid off my throat allowing me to breath once more. Moving onto my chest,
Carol's backside slid down to my belly. I groaned again as that tight peach,
looking sensationally sexy in sheer tan nylons, pressed down my shaft as it
slid over it. Suddenly Carol slid back so that her backside was right up
against the base of my balls with the erect shaft vertically aligned in the
groove between her small shapely buttocks.

'Oh Carol! Oh yes!' I groan and pant in yearning as she began lifting and
dropping her firm nylon-clad rear while giving sexy little thrusts of her
torso.

The studious girl's motion had my shaft sliding up and down in that tight
channel between her sexy rounded buns.

'Oh Carol! That's incredible!' I moaned, my breathing increasing as my dick
got harder and harder.

The rubbing against my erection of those firm buns and rasping against the
nylon sheathed compact balls of sexiness filled my balls rapidly to bursting
point. My heart was pounding, my breaths were shorter and I was sweating with
an overwhelming desire to thrust my hips to reach climax.

'Oh oh Carol! I'm cumming!' I gasped as I could contain my raging lust no
more.

Before I could make a mess of my pants, Carol brought her legs up on either
side to stretch out and rest on top of me while bringing her head and upper
torso closer to the floor close to my legs. The top of her feet slid onto my
face as she began to bring her legs together.

'ORR!' I groaned again at the feel of my absolutely raging erection being
gently wedged, sticking up straight, between the top of her inner thighs.

Then I gasped as I felt my ball-sack inside my pants, trapped at the apex of
her legs and backside. Rising as her legs came together, my balls were being
wedged in the very tight space between her inner thighs and the base of her
buttocks. The lower part of my pants at the front swelled up before her
buttocks like some sick kind of balloon only to get scissored flat between the
tops of her thighs.

'No, no, it hurts!' I squealed as Carol's small perfectly rounded
nylon-sheathed buttocks clenched tight and the pressure squashing my balls
soared.

I'd never heard of a girl scissoring a guy's balls before and it blooming well
hurt! Panicking at the relentless agonising crushing of my balls, I slapped at
the back of her legs as my ball-sack was flattened into a very thin package
between her inner thighs.

'If you leave a bruise, I'll crush your balls to pulp!' Carol warned then
pushed back my chin with the soles of her feet so that the top of my head was
pushed back uncomfortably against the floor. She continued to crush my balls
with legs that were much stronger than than they looked or I had ever expected
for a bookish girl. I felt weak and emasculated to be beaten up by by the
'nice quite studious' girl who wasn't even a muscular-built athlete like my
sister. I was ashamed to be powerless to stop her and was completely at her
mercy of which she showed none. Embarrassingly being ruthlessly dominated by
the sweet-faced girl caused an ejaculation into my pants which I prayed she
hadn't noticed. Fat chance!

'You weak-willed evil boy!' she exclaimed.

Her buttocks seemed to shrink inwards and became really solid looking as she
clenched them tight. Carol was making delightful little sounds of exertion
that almost bordered on the sexual. I was in absolute tears while screaming
that I was sorry as her inner thighs crushed my poor aching balls so hard I
feared they would pop at any moment.

After several long moments where I feared she really was going to carry out
her threat and mash my balls, Carol stopped scissoring. Sitting back up
straight on my chest, she looked over her shoulder at me.

'I hope you've learnt your lesson, Bobby,' Carol told me in a voice panting
with a strange exertion that seem elated.

Once again that sexy nylon-clad peach slid back and hovered before my face.
Hoping she was going to sit on my face, I was too beat and defeated to even
try to stop her even if I wanted to. Roughly raising my head up by the hair,
she slid her right calve behind it then knelt back.

'ULK!' a strangulated croak left my lips as the back of her right thigh folded
across my throat like a nutcracker while my left arm was pulled up against the
front of her body and levered over her crotch.

Carol sat back closing my windpipe with surprising firm hamstrings
guillotining my throat. Bending my right arm at the elbow I reached back to
grab at her folded right leg and felt only solid firm outer thighs beneath the
warm silky smooth nylon. She caught the hand and removed it.

'I know how to deal with wandering hand syndrome,' she remarked.

Placing my hand upon my belly, she knelt on the back of my wrist preventing
from further movement.

Carol pulled back on my left arm causing me to shriek at the pain in my elbow
joint as my upper body tried to rise with it, forcing my throat tighter
against the back of her thigh. My eyes felt heavy and the lids kept flickering
and I knew that I was going to pass out which caused a surge of revival in my
abused and aching dick. To my astonishment I heard soft little moans and
realised that it was Carol. Rather than sounds of exertion they sounded more
like moans of sexual pleasure! The pious girl was getting turned on as she
dominated me towards unconsciousness. That was quite a surprising and arousing
thought, and I thought that in my state I must be mistaken when I felt Carol
gently thrusting her crotch against the back of my arm. The little thrusts she
made with her crotch and the soft little moans that accompanied them kept a
regular steady pace. I was quite shocked that the 'holier than thou' square
girl was sexually pleasuring herself on my arm! So focussed on her own
pleasure, she overlooked me and kept me in a sort of limbo land with my throat
trapped by a lovely bent leg while my left arm became a pleasure-post.

Carol's breathing got noticeably louder and the thrusts of her crotch much
harder while her moans became less restrained. I yelped each time her crotch
slammed into the back of my overstretched arm which she ignored. It wasn't
long before she was moaning loudly as her crotch bumped into the back of my
agonised arm at an increasing erratic and frenzied pace that again reduced me
to tears of pain. Her sensual cries of impending orgasmic pleasure had my dick
absolutely rigid again but then she hit her climax and all hell broke out.
Crying out loudly in ecstasy she pulled back on my arm as she beat her crotch
on it at an insane frantic pace threatening to break it while pulling my
throat tighter and tighter against her hamstrings. I felt myself slipping into
unconsciousness with the insanely loud cries of pleasure of the girl I used to
think of as sweet and innocent ringing in my ears. The last thing I remembered
before I passed out was heavily creaming my pants again while Carol's frantic
loud orgasm seemed never-ending.

'Bobby! Wake up!'

I opened my eyes unable to comprehend what I was seeing. Laying on wooden
floorboards in some kind of hall that I did not recognised, there were
scattered chairs all around me. Had I fallen' Where was I' Who were these two
lads kneeling by my side looking down at me'

'Bobby! It's us, Chris and SR. Come on, you remember us don't you'' one of
them said, but I didn't.

'Carol knocked you out, remember'' the other said.

'She beat us all up and knocked us out,' the first admitted.

I looked at him numbly unable to comprehend what he was saying. Who was this
Carol' Who was I' My mind felt so dazed and confused.

'Jeez, Chris, we need to get him out of here and to a doctor's before she
comes back!' the other lad seemed frightened of whoever this woman was.

A strapping lad like him scared of a woman' It didn't seem likely. I let the
strange young men help to my feet. They kept telling me they knew me but I
couldn't remember. There seemed to be some sense of urgency and they were keen
to guide me to a door, which I let them and into the open air although none of
it was familiar.

It was some time before my senses returned and when they did I was shaking to
think that she could have caused me brain damage although Chris and SR tried
to assure me that I was alright. They took me to the new cafe, both looking
relieved and the worse for wear as did I, I suspected.

'We'll never speak of this again,' I said and they agreed. 'Bloody Valentine's
cards are more trouble than they're worth. Even if I didn't send it.'

'Sorry about that, Bobby,' Chris said.

'Yeah, sorry mate,' SR added. 'Who ever would have thought the nicest girl in
school would go all Black Widow on us.'

'Let's hope we never meet Carol again,' I told them and they nodded

However, at the back of my mind I dreamed that we could meet under better
circumstances because I realised that I now really fancied her. Maybe a more
amorous contact and perhaps some light playful domination by putting me in a
few gentle holds and demonstrate her flexible sexy legs again but I wasn't
holding out any hopes, knowing my luck with girls!