Melissa the Schoolyard Bully
by Madman
 
 
 
Melissa is a sixteen year old high school junior.  She is a big, strong,
athletic and attractive girl standing 5'9" and 160 pounds of feminine
muscle.  She has long wavy blonde hair framing her beautiful face and
bright green eyes.  Her body is packed with muscle from a combination of
good genetics and dedicated weight training.    She bench presses two
hundred pounds, curls over one hundred pounds and can leg press more
weight than the boys on the football team.  Proud of her physical
prowess, Melissa oves to bully her classmates, especially the smaller
boys.  She beats them up for kicks, takes their lunch money and makes
them do whatever she wants them to.
 
This afternoon, after field hockey practice, Melissa remembered that she
had a paper on Napoleon due the next day.  She went to the library, but
the books on Napoleon were all checked out.  As she started walking home,
still wearing her field hockey uniform consisting of a tee shirt with a
very short plaid skirt and knee socks, she spotted some new prey.  Herman
was walking across the field carrying a book about Napoleon.  He was the
bookworm type, only 5'6" and about 130 pounds and was considered a geeky
outcast by most of the other students.  A straight "A" student and
captain of the chess team, Herman was unathletic and had little interest
in sports or in working out.
 
Melissa approached him and gently grasped his upper arm.  "Going home a
little late today, are'nt er Herman?" she asked.
 
"I had a chess match and now I have homework to do" he replied nervously,
as he was already intimidated by Melissa's presence.
 
"You know", Melissa continued, "I need that Napoleon book tonight.  How
about lending it to me?"
 
"I need it for reasearch in advanced Europeon History.  I'll give it to
you when I'm done" he replied.
 
"That's not good enough" Melissa stated while tightening her grip on his
arm.  "I need it now."
 
Herman tried to pull away from her but Melissa's grip was too strong. 
All his books fell to the ground and she still had hold of his arm.  "I
don't like little boys who disobey me" Melissa said as she gave him a
backhand slap to the cheek with her other hand.  Herman lost his balance
and Melissa let go of his arm so he could fall to the ground.  He laid on
the grass, rubiing his cheek, and was cowereing in fear of her.  "You
know I'm going to have to punish you.  I've got a reputation to protect"
Melissa told him as she kicked him in the side.  Tears were already
welling up in Herman's eyes.  Melissa dropped down hard on him,
straddling his scrawny chest, and lokked directly into his terrified
eyes.  "Cry if you want," she told him.  "There's nobody around to stop
me.  I've got some time and I'm going to have some fun.  You'r going to
have some pain."
 
She grabbed his neck between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed to
choke him.  Herman started gagging and coughing, struggling to get air
through his windpipe.  "Now that you know who's boss, I can begin your
punishment," Melissa declared as she let go of his neck.  She grabbed
both of his shoulders and pulled him toward her as she rolled to her side
capturing him in a body scissors.
 
Melissa began pressuring the body scissors, compressing his weak stomach
and making it hard for him to breathe.  "All the boys want to get between
my legs, now it's your chance," she taunted.  Her long muscular legs were
hurting him even though she was applying less than half of her power. 
Melissa knew that if she applied full force that she would really injure
him and end her fun.  Herman begged her to let go, but Melissa ignored
his request and put a little more force into her scissors.  "This is just
part of your punishment Herman, when I'm ready we'll get to the rest of
it," she told him.
 
After a few minutes, Melissa got bored with her hold and unlocked her
strong legs.  She rolled Herman over so that he was lying on his stomach
and straddled his back.  Then she twisted his left arm behind his back in
a hammerlock.  Herman moaned in pain as she forced his trapped arm
further up his back.  Melissa was able to easily work her hold with only
one arm, so she used her other arm to push and grind his face into the
grass.  "Boy, you are a weakling," she informed him. " My twelve year old
brother is stronger than you."
 
"Please stop Melissa, you can have the book," Herman pleaded.
 
"That was never in question" Melissa replied.  "But I'm not done
punishing you yet."  After a final hard twist to his arm, she let him go
and stood over his prone body.  As Herman struggled to his hands and
knees to get up, she trapped his head between her powerful legs in a
standing head scissors.  Melissa started jumping up and down with
Herman's head between her legs which jolted his neck and spine.  "This is
a great leg workout and it's so much fun.  Maybe it will do some good for
your scrawny neck," she told him.
 
After about twenty jumps, Melissa laid down on her side while still
maintaining her head scissors.  She pulled his head up further between
her thighs and converted the straight scissors to a figure four
scissors.  Although she did'nt need to, Melissa pulled back on her ankle
with her hand to apply pressure nore easily to his head.  Herman's face
was turning red, and although he thrashed about, he had no chance to
escape.  Melissa enjoyed toying with him by increasing and decreasing the
pressure at her whim.  She knew that by relaxing the pressure at times,
it would extend the time that Herman could survive within her muscular
legs, and she was having too much fun to let him go.  Every time she
tightened her hold she enjoyed his moans of pain and useless struggling.
 
After about twenty minutes, Melissa released her hold and got up to
retrieve the Napoleon book.  Herman was lying on his back trying to
recover from his beating.  Melissa said "I guess its time for me to do my
homework".  She sat on his chest, pinning his arms under her legs and
started reading the book.  "This is a long book, we might be here for a
while" she teased.  Herman yelled for help but Melissa told him "There's
nobody around to help you, but you are making it hard for me to read." 
Melissa moved up so that she was sitting on his face to silence him.  His
nose and mouth were pressed against her panties and his head was firmly
held in place between her strong thighs.
 
After about fifteen minutes, Melissa declared "This book is even more
boring than your are.  You are coming to my house to write this paper for
me."  She pulled him up to his feet and told him to hold all his books in
his right arm.  She then grabbed his left hand with her right hand and
squeezed until it hurt as she led him toward her house.
 
"If I don't get an A on this paper," she threatened, "We will meet again
and I won't be this nice to you.".