Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 5
by Madman
Revenge Completed      



This story is part of a series.  Previous chapters and other stories are
in Madman's author bookshelf.  I welcome comments and suggustions to be
posted on the readers and writers message board of this outstanding
website.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hi, Melissa here to tell you the latest news abput beating up and
dominating the wimpy boys at school.  This time, I wanted you to read the
story from my point of view.  I dictated it into a tape recorder and made
Herman type it out.  Let me know if there are any typos and I will punish
him for it.
 
They call me a bully and I guess that I am.  I like to take lunch money
from the boys and make them do my homework and whatever else I feel
like.  But the most fun is in beating them up.  I don't want to break
their bones because I could get in real trouble and I don't want to knock
them out because I can't make them suffer if they're not awake.  Through
trial and error, I have learned how to maximize their pain without doing
these things.  I love to see the pain and fear in their faces while I
torment them.  Their cries and pleas for mercy are music to my ears, much
better than any song on the radio.  It's like I am the musician and the
boy is my instrument and I can make them cry and beg at my command.
 
A couple of weeks ago Herman, Roger and Melvin tried to jump me.  Tania
and I beat the hell out of Herman.  My cheerleader friends took care of
Roger.  That was so cool because it was the first time for some of them
to beat up a boy.  I hope they enjoyed it and will do it again.  Now it
was time to pay back Melvin.  This time I wanted to do it by myself so
that I could get all the pleasure from his suffering.
 
I need to get Melvin alone so that I would have the time to deal with him
so I had my friend Tania, who has beautiful handwring, write a note with
a gell pen on scented stationary.  It read:
 
Dear Melvin,
I think you are cute.  I want to see you, but my parents won't let me
have boys over.  Please meet me by the soccer field at 8:00 tonight.
Your Secret Admirer
 
Islid the note in his locker.
 
I got to the school at about fie minutes after eight wearing a black
sports bra, red running shorts and tennis shoes.  I spotted Melvin
sitting on the field.  The jerk even had a box of candy for his "secret
admirer."  I started jogging toward him so that he would think that I was
just working out rather than coming after him.  As I approached him, I
saw what a total geek he was.  Melvin was wearing a hideous plaid shirt
with some out of style jeans.  He was on the chess club, the science club
and played clarinet in the band.  The few cool guys in the band all
played brass or percussion.  No girl could possibly admire him.  Melvin
was only about 5'6" and 130 pounds so I had a good three inches and
thirty pounds on him.  Plus he was just skin and bones while my body is
muscle packed. 
 
I stopped by him and asked "Waiing for some one Melvin?"
 
"As a matter of fact, I am"
 
"I heard about your secret admirer."  Melvin stood up and turned around
to look for her.  I jumped at him and put him in a headlock.  "Admire
this!" I told him as I flipped him over my muscular thigh. 
 
Now Melvin was on his back and I was lying straight out from him
maintaining my headlock.  I leaned into him as I pressured my hold.  Then
I trapped his left arm between my thighs and bent his elbow back.  As I
increased the pressure on both his head and his arm, I noticed that
Melvin's face was already turning red.  I was just getting started. 
"This is payback for you trying to attack me before and I"m going to make
you pay bigtime."
 
"Please Melissa let me go," Melvin pleaded.  "It was Herman's idea I
didn't want to do it."
 
I decided to build up so false hope for him.  "If you're really sorry and
promise not to do it again, I"ll let you go."
 
"I'm sorry and I promise never to bother you again, really."  Melvin's
voice was strained from the pressure I was forcing him to bear.
 
I let him go and stood up.  As soon as he was halfway up, I grabbed him
in a bearhug.  As I locked my hands behind him and squeezed, I could hear
his air shoot out.   I leaned back and lifted him up to make it easier to
crush his soft midsection.  Then I tossed him to the ground and stomped
his sore belly several times.
 
As Melvin struggled to his feet, I scooped him up to my shoulders and
spun him around in an airplane spin.  He was so light, I lift barbells
much heavier than him.  I threw him down, picked him up again and body
slammed him hard back to the ground.
 
I knew I had complete control of Melvin and meant to enjoy it.  I had
plent of time and there was no one else around to bother us.  I slowly
sat by his head and from the side put him in a head scissors hold.  "This
is only about one fourth power," I informed him as he struggled.  "Let's
try a bit more."  I tightened my stron legs a little more and Melvin
started flailing his arms in agany.  His finger poked me in the eye and
it actually hurt a little bit.  I grabbed the offending hand and twisted
his arm behind his back in a hammerlock.
 
"Now you'e really pissed me off," I told him as I tightened both holds. 
"Try to poke me now, jerk."  Melvin made some muffled noises as my big
strong legs were smothering him as well as crushing his stupid head.  I
was having a great time.  After a couple minutes, I sensed that Melvin
was on the verge of passing out.  He wasn't getting off this easy. 
 
I loosened my scissors, but kept him in pain by jerking his arm higher up
his back.  Now I heard a loud scream of agony.  Like I said before, this
was music to my ears.  I bent his arm up a little more and the scream got
higher in pitch.  "You've got a great voice, Melvin, you should be in the
glee club," I told him.  After he got a few deep breathes of air, I
re-tightened the scissors, this time a little more than before.  I let up
slightlyon the hammerlock.  Every time I sensed he was passing out, I
would cut back on my scissor power and concentrate on twisting his
trapped arm for a while.  I switched back and forth at pressuring these
two holds for at least en minutes.  It was so easy to keep Melvin in
constant pain.  He was so easy that my little sister could beat him. 
Maybe I'll have her do it so I can watch and coach her.
 
This was a great combination hold, but I couldn't see his face clearly. 
Like I said, watching their expressions of pain and terror is the most
satisfying part.  So, I released my holds and rolled Melvin over to his
back.  Then I sat on his chest and pinned his skinny arms under my knees
in a schoolgirl pin.  I ground my knees into his arm just to increase his
pain as I enjoyed the view of his agonized expression.
 
"Please Melissa" he pleaded.  "Let me go.  I'll give you my lunch money
and do your homework or anything you want me to.  What more could you
want?"
 
"I already know that you will do what I tell you to, but you will also do
anything my field hockey teamates or the cheerleader tell you to.  But
for now, I just want you to suffer more."  I bounced up and down on him
crushing his scrawny chest under my weight.  I slid back a little and
caught both his legs in a double grapevine.  Again, he screamed so
beautifully as a stretched his legs out.  I leaned over him and pressed
my forearm against his throat.  The screaming changed to coughing and
gagging.  As soon as he was starting to black out, I removed my forearm
and pushed harder with my legs.  When his breathing stabilized, I pushed
down again on his neck with my forearm.  As with the scissors/hammerlock
combination, I alternated pressuring my two holds to maximize his
suffering without knocking him out for several minutes.
 
I was feeling wonderful.  Never before had I been this brutal in beating
up a boy and I was proud of my skill at extending his torture.  Bythis
time, Melvin was so beat down that even his weak struggling had ceased. 
Without getting a reaction, my enjoyment was lessoned.  The fun of
watching his feeble hopless struggling was over, so I decided that I had
sufficiently punished him for this evening.
 
I got off him, picked up the box of candy and started walking home.  When
I got home, I ate a few of the chocolates.  They were sweet, but not
nearly as sweet as my revenge on Melvin.