High School Gymnast, Episode II: Naughty Teacher
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
After Eliza blackmails a sleazy teacher, he tries to come after her. Big mistake


WARNING: This story becomes quite violent, so if you don't like that stuff,
stand warned and all that.

* * *

Eliza walked out of the school gym, feeling strong and sexy following a good
after-school workout. The star gymnast on her high school team, she always
kept herself in excellent shape. An eighteen-year-old senior, she was at the
peak of her physical and sexual prime. Eliza was an exceptionally beautiful
girl with shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, matching dark brown eyes, and
an elegant, model-like, high-cheekboned face. Her figure was stunning, with a
well-developed ass, a slim wasp waist, and gravity-defying 34C breasts. Years
of heavy conditioning had given her a body that was powerful and muscular, but
still very feminine. Her ethnic background - a mix of eastern European, Arab,
and Latina - gave her a very attractive and healthy-looking dark brown tan.

It was quite late in the afternoon and almost everyone had gone home. Eliza
began making her way off the campus for her walk home. She wished she had a
car. She didn't mind the exercise she got from walking, but she really wanted
one as a status symbol so she could impress her friends and, more importantly,
impress her rivals.

Just as she was about to round a corner, she heard voices and stopped. She
recognized one as belonging to Mr. Hepner, her history teacher. Her eyes
widened when she caught the words "really good weed."

She peeked around the corner. Sure enough, she saw Mr. Hepner hand over a bag
of marijuana to a student and receive a wad of bills in return. She quickly
whipped out her cell phone and took a few pictures, unseen by either of them,
then ducked back behind the corner, shaking her head.

She had never liked Hepner. He was an obnoxious, self-righteous douchebag who
always felt the need to push his own personal opinions during his history
lessons instead of just teaching the facts. Now this sleazeball was dealing
drugs to students, right on campus. Well, it shouldn't be too surprising. This
kind of crap was right up his alley.

She thought of turning him over to the police, but then decided on a better
idea. If she blackmailed him, she could get revenge on him and get money for a
car and other things. Besides, she was kind of a bad girl and calling the cops
was more of a goody-two-shoes thing. She smiled to herself as she began
formulating a plan.

* * *

The next day, Eliza eagerly waited for school to be over. History was her last
class of the day. After the final bell rang, she stayed behind, pretending to
be going through the things on her desk, as she waited for the other students
to leave.

When the last of them had left the room, she calmly walked up to Hepner,
coolly putting her plan into action. She was wearing low-cut jeans, a brown
leather belt, a tight white T-shirt, and no bra. Her muscular arms, six-pack
abs, and the outline of her firm 34C tits were all visible. Her hard nipples
strained against the thin cloth of her top. She smirked when she saw the look
of arousal on the teacher's face. He had always had the hots for her. She
could tell, the way he always tried to stare at her when he thought she wasn't
looking. The perv, lusting after someone half his age. Another reason she'd
never liked him.

"Hey, what's up, Mr. H," she said casually.

"Er...nothing much," he stammered, distracted and intimidated by her beauty
and her muscles. At 5'6" and 135 pounds, Eliza was big for a gymnast, but
about the same size as Hepner. However, he could tell from the size and
definition of her big, toned arms that she was much stronger than him.

"I noticed you have a pretty expensive car out in the parking lot," she went
on. "How do you afford that on a teacher's salary?"

"Well, I, uh..."

"Maybe by making some extra money on the side dealing drugs to students?" She
grinned wickedly as he froze in fear. "That's right, I know. And I have
pictures."

"How...How did you..."

"That's not important. What's important is that you're going to do as I say,
or I'll turn you over to the cops and you're going to end up spending years in
prison getting butt-raped. First of all, you're going to give me five thousand
dollars cash. Then, you're going to give me a thousand dollars on the first of
every month. Go to the bank on your way home. I'll expect the five grand
tomorrow right after the bell rings."

"But I can't..."

"Oh, don't give me any bullshit. From your salary and your drug dealing money
combined, I know you can afford that. If you need more motivation, just keep
thinking of the big cocks that will be shoved up your anus in prison if you
don't give me what I want."

"All right, all right, I'll do it."

"And one more thing. Quit trying to shove your stupid opinions down our
throats in class. Just teach the facts. Got that, dipshit?"

"Fiiine."

"Talk to me with respect. Say 'Yes, Mistress Eliza'."

He stared at her. She stared back icily.

"Yes, Mistress Eliza," he sighed.

She tossed her hair and laughed. "That's a good boy. See you tomorrow, loser.
Remember, you'd better have the green for me." She turned and walked out of
the classroom, her well-developed hips swaying as she moved.

* * *

THAT EVENING

Eliza sat in her room, clicking away at her computer. She was alone in the
house, as her parents were away on their second honeymoon. She was trying to
decide between getting a Mercedes or a BMW. In either case, she would be able
to afford the down payment and the monthly payments from the money she would
be getting from Hepner.

Suddenly, she heard a noise downstairs. She hurried to her closet and grabbed
a longbow and a quiver of arrows. Slinging the quiver over her shoulder, she
pulled out one arrow and inserted it into her bow, then crept out of her room
and down the stairs. She checked the living room and...

"I KNEW it!" she said out loud. Sure enough, none other than Mr. Hepner was
standing there, right by the window he had broken in through. He looked quite
ridiculous, as he was dressed entirely in black like a stereotypical thief
right out of a comic strip, and he had a large butcher knife in his right
hand.

Hepner looked up and began trembling in fear when he saw sexy Eliza standing
there, looking like an expert archer with her bow and arrow at the ready.

"Drop the knife," she ordered, aiming the arrow straight at his heart. Still
shaking like a leaf, he obeyed.

"Don't even try talking your way out of this one," she growled. "I made you a
deal and that should have been the end of it. Now you go and try pulling a
stunt like this."

At that point, Hepner elected to run. Eliza calmly lowered her aim and shot
him in the left leg. He fell to the floor, screaming like a girl. The arrow
had penetrated right through the bone.

"Quiet," she said icily. "I don't want the neighbors to hear." With a single,
solid punch to his jaw, she knocked him out.

* * *

Hepner opened his eyes. He looked around and realized that he must be in
Eliza's basement. He tried to move, but discovered that he was securely tied
to a post with a rope wrapped around his chest. His hands were tied behind his
back with another rope. The arrow had been yanked out of his leg, and a slow
but steady trickle of blood was flowing from the wound. He also saw that his
female captor had removed his black comic strip crook outfit, leaving him in
his underwear. Speaking of Eliza...

"Well, hello there," said the sexy teenage gymnast. She was sitting in a chair
across the room, watching him. Eliza had changed into a skintight pair of
black workout shorts, a skintight white top with three-quarter length sleeves,
and black wrist-length leather gloves. Her deeply tanned thighs and calves
were heavily muscled while remaining feminine and graceful-looking.

"I was just..." began Hepner.

"Zip it," said Eliza, rolling her eyes. "You break into my house dressed all
in black and carrying a knife. We both know there's only one explanation for
that."

The slimy history teacher, seeing that lying would fail, decided to switch to
begging. "Please, Mistress Eliza. Have mercy."

She scowled at him coldly. "If I had been asleep or something and you had
gotten the drop on me and were holding that knife to my throat, and I was the
one begging for mercy, what would you have done?"

He hung his head in shame. She had exposed his hypocrisy.

"That's right," she continued. "I'm going to show you the same mercy you would
have shown me."

Hepner began to tremble. "What are you going to do to me?"

"You'll see soon enough." She stood up and casually lowered herself onto the
floor in a perfect 180-degree split. She did a straddle press to a handstand,
showing off her upper body strength, then moved gracefully back to her feet.

Suddenly, she threw herself into a powerful and lightning-fast tumbling pass
directly at him. Hepner could only stand there, helpless and terrified, as she
came at him in a whirlwind of flips. She started with a front tuck somersault,
then went into a roundoff, two whip backs, a kick-full, two back handsprings,
two more whip backs, and finishing with a double full. As she rotated through
her double full, her bare feet brutally impacted his face, breaking his nose
and knocking loose three of his teeth. She landed perfectly right in front of
him.

Despite the pain he was in, Hepner couldn't help getting aroused by Eliza's
strength, flexibility, and tumbling skills. His erection became clearly
visible underneath his briefs. She noticed and smirked.

"Turned on by female gymnasts, are we? Then you'll love this." With that, she
performed a standing back handspring, kicking him as she flipped and breaking
his jaw. She laughed as he cried out like a girl.

"Don't worry, baby, the show's not over yet," she giggled. She pointed upward.
For the first time, Hepner noticed a set of uneven bars near him.

Eliza began clenching and unclenching her fists, getting her grip ready. The
muscles in her big, heavily developed forearms rippled with the movement. She
had amazing wrist strength, her wrist measurement being over seven inches, and
the color of her forearms - a perfect dark brown tan - highlighted their
definition very well.

She grabbed onto the lower bar and began doing her routine, the same routine
she had practiced a hundred times. Only this time, the bars were positioned
just right so that she would kick Hepner in the face every time her legs swung
a certain way. She ignored the sounds of bone crunching and her victim's
screams of agony as she continued performing her uneven bars routine, her feet
returning again and again to savagely kick her prisoner as she swung around
and around. When she finally dismounted, she had nailed him with over a dozen
kicks. His entire face was bloody and mutilated, and more than half of his
teeth had been knocked out.

"Aww, what's the matter?" she taunted him. "Did the pretty little gymnast girl
hurt you?"

"Pleath..." he begged, unable to talk normally because of his damaged jaw.

She just laughed and kneed him in the groin. He let out a high-pitched shriek,
feeling like his nuts had just been hit with a hammer. She turned around and
mockingly wiggled her round, hard, muscular bubble butt at him. Then she
lashed out behind her with her right leg, her perfectly aimed back kick
nailing him right in the solar plexus. As she withdrew her leg and spun back
around to face him, he puked up his dinner.

"Time for the finisher," she announced. "I think you'll like it, based on how
aroused you looked earlier when you saw me with my bow and arrow."

Hepner could only beg helplessly, which Eliza ignored, of course. She clapped
her hands together cheerleader-style, then went into a standing tumbling pass
away from him, starting with two back handsprings, then four whip backs in a
row, and finishing with a full twisting layout. Despite the horrific pain he
was in and the knowledge that he was going to die very soon, Hepner couldn't
help becoming aroused as he watched Eliza elegantly backflip. His penis rose
into a raging hard-on that strained against the cloth of his briefs.

Eliza made a neat landing after her full twist and picked up her longbow.
Inserting an arrow, she aimed it at her male victim. He closed his eyes.

She adjusted her aim, making sure it was exactly right. It was a small target.
When she was sure it was perfect, she released the arrow.

Hepner suddenly felt an excruciating pain in his groin, worse than he'd ever
felt before. His eyes flew open. Looking down, he saw with horror that the
arrow had impacted his cock dead center and driven all the way lengthwise
through the shaft. His mouth opened in a silent, continuous scream.

Eliza laughed aloud at her markswomanship. "That was a Katniss-level shot
there!" she giggled. She dropped her bow and flipped back towards him,
becoming a brunette blur as she came at him with a quick series of cartwheels
and handsprings.

She stopped right in front of him and looked straight into his terrified eyes.
Dropping her bubbly teenage girl persona, she hissed in his face.

"NO ONE fucks with this girl and lives to tell about it. NO ONE."

She viciously yanked the arrow out of his cock. A massive stream of blood
began flowing out as if from a fountain. She continued staring at him for the
minute or so it took him to bleed to death.

She looked at the corpse dispassionately for a moment, then began cleaning up
the blood, making plans for disposal of the body as she did so.

THE END

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