Melissa the Schoolyard Bully 13 
by Madman
Shannon Goes Solo     
 
 
Author's notes- This story is obviously part of a series.  The other
episodes, as well as other stories are in the Madman author bookshelf.  I
would like to extend props to the late great Eric Stanton.  In my
opinion, Stanton was the greatest fantasy artist of all time.  The entire
Melissa series is inspired by his "Dolly" character.
 
 
 
Shannon here to update you on what's been going on recently.  It's been a
while since I told you of my sister's and my exploits in beating up and
dominating boys.    I am now a freshman in high school and my big sister,
Melissa, is a senior.  I had a good growth spurt last year and I am now
5'7" and 143 pounds of well sculpted muscle.  I have dark blonde wavy
hair and brilliant green eyes.  Most people consider me to be very
attractive.  For Melissa's entire high school career she has been beating
up boys, taking their lunch money and making them do whatever she wants
them to.  Now, I was ready to continue her tradition.
 
Melissa and I work out regularly in the YMCA to keep fit and strong.  We
wanted to take some martial arts classes to hone our fighting skills, but
our parents  would not let us.  They thought that would encourage our
fighting.  But we still got books and videos about wrestling, jujitsu,
karate and other fighting forms and practiced with each other.  It's lots
of fun and Melissa told me that I am much tougher than any of the boys
she bullies.  Melissa is a little bigger and stronger than me, but I am
faster and even meaner.  Three times before, Melissa and I have been
together during a fight and every time she made me stop before I was
ready to.  Melissa is pretty harsh with her victims, but I would be even
more brutal with them if I had the chance.  Beating the crap out of some
guy is exciting to me and I would love to make them beg for mercy and
continue to beat them anyways.  The look of fear and pain on their faces
just inspires me to hurt them more.  Nothing would make me feel more
powerful or sexy than to look into the tearful eyes of my beaten victim
and to inform him that I will continue hurting him until I feel like
stopping.
 
This Friday would be my first chance to go solo.  Melissa was going to
visit State University as they had offered her an athletic scholarship
for field hockey.  They were also going to start a women's' wrestling
team next year and Melissa was very interested in that.  So, not even
Melissa would be around to make me stop, I would be in complete and total
control for the first time.  I could barely contain my excitement that
week just waiting for Friday.  I think Melissa could tell that something
was going to happen because I was even more intense than usual during our
practicing.  At one point, I almost accidentally injured her shoulder
because I was working so hard to improve my already considerable ability
to apply a hammerlock.
 
On Friday, I went to school wearing a pair of black biking shorts and a
short sleeved blue shirt  It showed off my muscles and was a good
fighting outfit as it would not restrict my movement.  Now, I had to find
my victim.  I approached Herman, one of Melissa's flock of bullied boys,
and told him that he was to give the me the five dollars of lunch money
for Melissa.  Herman could not dig nervously into his pocket fast
enough.  He gave me the money immediately.  I felt good about how I had
intimidated him, but he had given me no excuse to trash him.  The next
two boys responded in the same way so now I had fifteen dollars but no
victim.
 
Next I approached the nerdiest guy in my sister's collection, Melvin.  He
is a very pale skinny wimp about 5'6" and maybe 130 pounds at the most. 
Surprisingly, he told me "If your sister wants money from me, she'll have
to collect it herself.  I'm not paying her little sister."
 
I was thrilled.  I pushed my left hand into his puny chest knocking him
back into the lockers.  "We'll see about that" I responded as I walked
away.  I could barely contain my excitement of having found my victim and
such an easy one at that.  I had every possible advantage, I was taller,
heavier, stronger, tougher, more skilled and in far better shape. 
Beating up Melvin would be a piece of cake.  I had Melissa's notebook
with the schedules of all her boys and found that Melvin would leave his
chess club meeting at 4:00 and walk home through the southeast end of the
field around the school.  There should be nobody around there at that
time and I had already told my parents that I was going to work on a
school project at a friend's house after school.  So, I had plenty of
time to take care of Melvin.
 
When school let out, I decided to do my homework in the library while
waiting for the chess club meeting to end.  But I was too excited to
study and spent the time skimming through the small collection of martial
arts books.  At about 3:45, I headed out to the field and hid behind a
tree so that Melvin would not see me and decide to walk around the field
to avoid me..
 
When Melvin finally approached my tree, I jumped out and told him "Now we
can discuss your attitude and my sister's money."  I crouched a bit and
raised my hands in a wrestling position.  Surprisingly, Melvin dropped
his books and mirrored my stance.  Did this fool think he could stop me? 
Before he had a chance to reconsider, I laced the fingers of both my
hands around his and pushed forward and downward.  Immediately, Melvin's
face contorted and he cried out in pain as I easily bent his fingers and
wrists back.  "You certainly are a weak little jerk" I taunted as I
increased the pressure.  I stepped closer to him to get better leverage
as he went down to his knees.  I was tempted to shoot my knee into his
exposed jaw, but I remembered Melissa's advice about not demolishing them
too quickly.  This was going to be a long leisurely trouncing and
I intended to enjoy every second of it.  Ignoring his whimpering, I
continued to apply pressure while observing the agonized expression on
his face.
 
After a while, I got bored with this hold and pushed him down to his back
while letting go of his hands.Then I stomped his flabby soft stomach
several times.  These stomps were not full force, but they were hard
enough to hurt him and to wind him.  Now, I had Melvin in a totally
helpless state, not that he started out with any chance to prevent me
from having my way with him.
 
Sitting down next to him, I thought about how I should torture him next. 
I remembered reading about a session wrestler named Layla.  A session
wrestler is a woman who gets paid to beat up guys.  How cool is that? 
Her most effective hold was the triangle choke and she had used it to
defeat guys that were a lot bigger and stronger than she is.  It should
be even more deadly against a weak little wimp like Melvin.  Melissa and
I had practiced this hold when we saw a description of it in a jujitsu
book.  I sat on his chest and pulled his head up.  Then I slipped my
right leg under his left arm, behind his neck and over his right arm and
secured my ankle behind my left knee.  My legs  and his left arm now
formed the triangle around his skinny neck.
 
Melvin's face started to turn a beautiful shade of red, but I felt like I
didn't have he hold applied perfectly.  I rolled over to my back, keeping
him trapped in the hold, and adjusted my legs a bit.  Now, I could feel
that my calf was right against his throat.  Then, I pulled back on my
left ankle with my hand to add even more pressure to the hold.  Now
Melvin started gagging and choking while wildly flailing his legs and his
free arm.  This was an incredible rush for me.  Effortlessly, I was
totally demolishing him with this new devastating hold.  The feelings of
power, dominance and control made my head swell with pride.  Never had I
been in this powerful of a position in a fight before.  In my excitement,
I tightened up my legs even more to maximize the effect of the hold.  I
closed my eyes and was almost in a state of euphoria as I continued to
punish him with this awesome hold.
 
After about thirty more seconds, I noticed that all of his useless
pathetic struggling had ceased.  I released the hold and sat next to his
head.  For a moment, I thought that I might have actually killed the
jerk, but I noticed his chest was heaving in an attempt to get some much
needed air.  I had only just knocked him out.  I slapped and pinched his
cheeks lightly to revive him.  When Melvin started to come around, I said
softly and sweetly "I'm sorry I knocked you out.  Let me help you up."
 
I gently helped him to his feet by his arms.  Melvin was a little wobbly,
but he was capable of standing.  Then with one hand braced against his
chest, I scooped him up with my other hand under his crotch and body
slammed him down to the grass.  Now he was writhing in pain, but at least
the shock to his body fully revived him.  Again I pulled him to his feet,
but more roughly this time and body slammed him again.  Grabbing his arm
and shirt collar, I hauled him back to his feet for a third time and
lifted him again.  This time, I dropped down to my left knee and dropped
his back over my extended right thigh.  Pushing down on both his legs and
his chin, I had Melvin in an agonizing back breaker.
 
Melvin screamed in pain and begged me to let him go.  "Let me think about
it for a while" I responded, while increasing the pressure on the painful
hold.  He was actually crying with tears streaming from his eyes before I
shoved him off my thigh back to the ground.  It was such a thrill for me
to realize how easily I was dismantling this dweeb. 
 
I saw a couple of people in the distance leaving the school and walking
toward us.  I ordered Melvin to lay still on his back and not to make a
sound or I would snap his scrawny neck.  Then I grabbed one of his books
and sat next to him pretending to read it.  As they got closer, I
observed that it was a boy and a girl, neither of which I knew.  Their
attention was focused on each other and they did not notice Melvin's
teary face as they walked past us and left the school grounds.
 
I knew that Melissa would have told me that I had more than sufficiently
punished Melvin, but this time, the decision was up to me as to when to
stop.  This was way too much fun to stop yet and I wanted to clearly send
out the message that I was taking over and should not be messed with. 
Really demolishing Melvin would not only be enjoyable, but it would go a
long ways in establishing my reputation.  Even after Melissa was gone, no
one was going to take me lightly.
 
I wanted to crush him mentally as well as physically, so I decided to
tease him now.  Kneeling by his head, I took hold of his wrist and rubbed
his hand against my breasts.  "Do you like the way this feels?" I cooed
in my most seductive voice.  After about thirty seconds, I let go of his
wrist and he continued to grope my breasts.  Suddenly, I grabbed his
wrist with both my hands and bent it back.  His wrist was already sore
from my initial attack.  "How dare you touch my breasts, you little
pervert" I admonished.  Lacing my right arm around his and grasping my
left arm with it, I secured the leverage to really attack his puny arm. 
I put my knee across his chest to keep him securely pinned.  Again, I
enjoyed peering down at his face which was once again contorted with
pain. 
 
To make my hold even more effective, I stretched my body out across his
and forced his arm out and back.  Now, I was attacking not only his
wrist, but also his elbow and shoulder.  I could no longer see his face,
but the increased pain caused him to start crying again and I definitely
enjoyed hearing that.  After torturing him with this hold for quite a few
minutes, stopping just short of breaking his arm, I finally let go and
sat next to him again to admire my work.  Melvin was crying as he tried
to massage his sore arm and wrist with his other hand.
 
Now, I straddled his scrawny body and sat right on his chest while
pinning both his arms to the ground under my hard shins.  "Do you think
you are ready now to talk about the money you owe?" I asked.
 
"Yes, please" he groaned.  "Please stop hurting me."
 
I enjoyed his pathetic begging and started with my lecture for him. 
"Actually, I will do all the talking.  You just listen."  I bounced on
his chest for emphasis while grinding my shins into his upper arms.
 
"When Melissa gets back, I will have her turn you over to me.  You will
give the lunch money to me and do anything that I tell you to.  Oh and by
the way, I eat bigger lunches than Melissa so it will be seven dollars a
week and not five from here on.  I'm sure you won't have a problem with
that.  Also, you are never to speak to me unless I tell you to.  Now,
which pocket do you have your wallet in?"
 
"Front left" he answered weakly.
 
I reached back and removed the wallet from his pocket while still keeping
him pinned down.  There was fifteen dollars in it.  Holding the money in
front of his face I continued "You owe my sister five dollars.  The other
ten is my fee for having to collect like this.  I am sure that you won't
have a problem with that either.  If you ever give me crap again like you
did this morning, we can do this again.  Only next time, I won't be so
gentle with you."   I gave him a hard slap in the face to make sure that
he knew that I was serious and dropped his empty wall et on his face.
 
Then I got up off Melvin's beaten body and started walking home.  This
was not a bad day for my first day as a bully to these wimpy boys.  I had
collected thirty dollars and had the pleasure of thoroughly thrashing one
of them.  I knew that my fun was just starting and that this type of
scene would be repeated many times during my high school career.