Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 7 Fathers Stay Out
by Madman



Melissa would like to thank Smoke 69 for the idea for this story. However,
Smoke, you might want to find an attorney as Mr. Harris is threatening to sue
for inciting assault. Previous parts of this story and others are in Madman's
author bookshelf. Please post comments and suggestions on the Readers and
Writers message board as I am running out of ideas.

Melissa and her sister Shannon were jogging through the neighborhood. Both
were wearing tight tank tops and skimpy running shorts. As part of their
conditioning, they frequently ran three to five miles at a time. As they
headed down a sidestreet they saw a middle aged man in a golf shirt and baggy
bermuda shorts working in a flowerbed in front of his house. He made a
beckoning gesture to them as he walked toward the sidewalk. The girls stopped
to see what he wanted.

"Are you Melissa?" he asked, looking into her pretty face.

"Yes I am. What do you want?"

"I'm Mr. Harris, Roger's father. I understand that you have been bullying him
at school." Mr. Harris was a balding man, about 5'10" tall and 140 pounds.
Like his son, he was very thin. He also had big ears, squinty eyes and weak
chin like Roger.

"Yeah, so what? I do what I want to Roger and lots of boys at school" Melissa
told him.

Mr. Harris was taken back by her abruptness. "Well, this behavior has to stop
or I will report you to the authorities."

Melissa was undaunted. "Like I said, I'm going to do what I want. Not you or
anyone else is going to stop me"

Mr. Harris was getting upset with Melissa's insolence. "Now you listen to me
young lady" he scolded as he grabbed her arm. Melissa grasped his forearm with
her other hand, quickly pivoted and flung him. He lost his grip and his
balance and fell to one knee about six feet away. He stood up angrily and
approached Melissa stating "This is completely unacceptable behavior for a
young lady."

Melissa replied "Well, maybe this is more acceptable" as she shot her forearm
into his chest and knocked him down. When Mr. Harris arose, he was furious.
Calmly, Melissa continued "Let me show you what I do to your son." She quicly
applied a front facelock and dropped to her knees bringing the man down with
her. "Pay attention, sis, you can learn from this," she added as she laid out
flat with the man's head trapped under her. Melissa kept her legs spread wide
for stability and tightened her arms around his head. Her big bicep was across
his nose and mouth making it difficult for him to breathe or talk.

"Now, what were you saying?" Melissa taunted as she applied even more pressure
to his head. "Certainly a grown man should be able to beat a mere girl. What
was that? I can't hear you." She released his head and quickly stood up and
placed her foot on the middle of his back. Reaching down, she grabbed both his
wrists and pulled them up to complete a standing surfboard hold. "Old men like
you need to stretch more," she told him while jerking his arms up further.
Melissa now stood on Mr. Harris' back with both feet, forcing him to bear all
her weight while having his shoulders painfully stretched.

Suddinly, the house's front door flew open and Roger ran out to the front
yard. He was hysterical. "Dad, don't let her do this to you!"

Still perched on the man's back, Melissa growled "Be quiet and stay out of
this or you will be next."

Roger was out of control. "Stop her dad, Please!"

Melissa told him to be quiet so that he wouldn't disturb the neighbors.
However, Roger was frantic and continued to yell. Glancing at Shannon, she
requested, Sis, keep him quiet."

Shannon gladly complied. Thrusting her shoulder into Roger's thighs and
wrapping her arms behind his knees, she tackled him to the ground. She sat on
his face, facing his feet, and threw punches into his stomach with both hands.
"See, I can smother and wind him at the same time, Now, he'll be quiet." Each
blow brought forth a muffled groan as Shannon continued her flurry of punches.

"Now that we've got them under control, let me teach you some more holds,"
Melissa told her sister. Melissa knew that Shannon would have no problem with
Roger even though he was four years older and several inches taller. Shannon
had a slight weight advantage and a huge strength advantage. She was also
quicker and much more aggressive. Like herself, she loved to demolish inferior
victims.

"Here's one that really hurts," Melissa continued. "Put him on his stomach and
do what I do." Melissa locked both of Mr. Harris' ankles in her armpits while
standing over him facing his feet. Then she stepped back and crouched down.
"This is called a Boston Crab and it puts a lot of pressure on the lower back.
Your own weight supplies the pressure, it's so easy to hurt them with this
hold." Shannon copied her big sister and both victims were in extreme agony.

"Please let my son go," Mr. Harris pleaded. "He did nothing to deserve this."

"We don't care," Melissa responded. We're going to have some fun and my sister
needs the practice." Both girls lowered their butts to the point where they
were sitting on their victim's backs to apply more pressure to their holds.
"Don't forget, You started this, so we're going to finish it."

Melissa addressed her sister with the cool detachment of a teacher lecturing a
class. "Sometimes, it's a good idea to use different holds to punish the same
body part. We've been working on their backs, so let's try this one." Melissa
sat next to Mr. Harris and from behind, grabbed one of his wrists and one of
his ankles. She then placed her foot in the middle of his back. Shannon again
duplicated the maneuver. "Now, push with your foot and pull with your arms,"
Melissa continued. "This is called the bow and arrow hold, see how it bends
their backs." Now the girls put both feet against their victim's backs and
reefed back harder. Roger and his father were both groaning and begging for
release, but the girls ignored them and continued to pressure thier punishing
holds. "Remember," Melissa explained, You let them go only when you feel like
it- their requests mean nothing. Usually, the more they protest, the longer I
keep them in my hold. But, if you're getting bored, I'll show you some more
stuff."

"This is great," commented Shannon, but can we try a headscissors. I haven't
used that one yet and I know that you like to use it a lot."

"Sure we can, in fact there's lots of different ones. Let's use this one
today." Positioning Mr. Harris on his back, Melissa sat just behind his head
and effortly captured him in a straight headscissors. "Put Roger next to his
dad and use this hold" she instructed. Shannon did so and both girls propped
themselves up with their arms so that they could see each other and both of
their victim's faces. They enjoyed the view of the scrunched faces as they
used their powerful muscular legs to apply pressure. "Be careful not to knock
him out" Melissa warned. "Squeeze him in spurts, like you did with Herman, and
we can stay like this for as long as we want to.

The sisters chatted between themselves, ignoring their male victims. They
would contract and relax their legs periodically to keep them in distress.
Shannon was already inquiring about another fight and Melissa told her to
enjoy this one for now. "There is always another time, but you want to enjoy
each one to the max. Just look at the faces on these clowns."

"Hey, your guy's face is redder than mine," Shannon protested. She recrossed
her ankles and pushed and squeezed with her legs. She lifted herself off the
ground with both hands to bring her glutes into play and maximize the crushing
force on the boy's head. Roger's face was turning deep purple and his eyes
bulged out.

"That's good enough." stated Melissa as she realized that Roger wason the
verge of passing out. "Let me show you some more back holds. Let's pull them
up so that they are sitting. Now put your knee right in the middle of his back
and pull his chin back. This is a little like the camel clutch but your knee
makes it harder on their back." The Harris' heads were being pulled back so
far that they could see the faces of their tormenters. Melissa smiled as she
told Mr. Harris, "See how much fun we have playing with the boys. I sure hope
you're enjoying it too." Roger and his father were so beat down that they
could offer little resistance. Their necks were being stretched back so far
that neither could speak.

"Okay," Melissa stated. "Let's try one more. This one is great exercise for
us. Get him up to his feet. You'll have to help him because he probably can't
stand." The girls pulled their victims to their feet and held them up to
prevent them from falling. "Now reach around his thighs from gehind with one
arm and around his chin with the other. Lift him up on your shoulders and pull
downm onm his legs and chin. This is called a backbreaker for obvious
reasons."

Both girls executed the move and the Harris' had their backs being tortured
even more than with the other holds. Melissa continued her lesson. "Now, we
can spin around to make them dizzy or do squats, but this is not really enough
weight for my squats. Jumping up and down is good for the calves and really
jerks their stupid backs." By now, neither victim could speak or resist in any
way. Their bodies were like ragdolls. The girls amused themselves by adding
these techniques to their devastating hold for several minutes.

Finally, Melissa was getting bored with her totally one-sided fight and tossed
Mr Harris down on the lawn. He laid there semi-conscious and unable to move.
"Drop his kid right on top of him, Shannon" Melissa ordered. "We need to move
on. We've got at least a couple more miles to run." After running competely
around the Harris' block, they saw them literally crawling toward the house,
as they were still unable to stand.

"That sis," Melissa said, "is how to totally demolish a wimp. Next time, I'll
show you how to work on their legs so that they limp for a week."