Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 8 Smoked Out
by Madman
 


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Hi, this is Melissa to tell you about my latest escapade.  It has come to my
attention that a lot of older men have been getting their rocks off by reading
about how I beat up guys.  This disgusts me.  My stories are intended to
encourage other girls to enjoy beating up boys, not to entertain repulsive
middle aged geeks.  This one guy, Smoke 69, even had the audacity to tell me
who I should beat up.  Nobody tells me what to do.  I had Melvin, a computer
nerd that I bully, trace this guy's URL and use that to find out where he
lives.  It turns out that he lives in my city only about four miles away.  So,
I decided to pay Smoke a visit,

The other night, I borrowed the car by telling my parents that I had to study
in the library.  I was wearing a short tight black tank top that exposed my
well defined abs, a black mini-skirt and black midcalf boots that laced up the
front.  I thought that I looked both sexy and imposing.  I drove to Smoke's
house and knocked on his front door.  The man who answered looked like he was
in his late thirties.  He was a pretty big guy, close to 200 pounds, and
although a little overweight,  he looked like he was in much better shape than
most of my victims.  Still, I was confident that I could have my way with
him. 

"Smoke?" I queried.

He had a puzzled expression as he was not used to being called by his secret
name used to explore his fetish for athletic young girls like me.  "Yes" was
all he could say while staring at my firm muscular body. 

"I'm Melissa and I don't appreciate you telling me what I should do while you
get off with your computer."

"What are you talking about?" he said nervously.  He still couldn't take his
eyes off my body.

"You told me to fight my father and my teachers.  But why should you just read
about it when you can experience it?"  I threw a right uppercut into his
stomach to demonstrate my point.  Smoke backed up and winced, but didn't
double over breathlessly like most would.  I could see that he would take a
little more effort to crush.  I moved inside the door and closed it.  Smoke
and I now stood on his living room carpet.  He raised his arms to fight back,
but I wasn't in the mood for a competitive fight.  I just wanted to demolish
this guy.

While faking a punch to his head to keep his hands up, I stepped toward him
and kneed him in the balls.  This did cause him to double over and both his
hands went down to his sore balls.  Now, I unloaded a flurry of punches with
both hands to his head until he fell to the carpet.  Like I said, I wasn't
looking for a competitive fight, so I stomped him in the groin with the heel
of my boot.  This put him in enough pain to prevent him from fighting back or
even attempting to defend himself.  Now, I could show him what it was like to
feel my wrath rather than just read about it.

Since my blows to his balls had incapacitated him, I didn't need to concern
myself with wrestling holds to wear him down.  I could concentrate on holds
meant to torture him.  I kneeled down by his head and grabbed his left hand. 
I took his index finger with one hand and his middle finger with the other and
pulled them apart.  Smoke screamed and kicked his legs in agony.  He begged me
to stop and told me that I should beat up whomever I chose.

"Right now, I choose to beat you up and I'm just getting started" I replied. 
While still bending his fingers, I placed my shin across his face and slid my
leg back and forth.  My boot laces were digging into his face.  "I wonder if
you can use your computer with broken fingers" I said while continuing to
punish his fingers and his face.  When I finally decided to change techiniques
and let him go, I could see a little blood smeared on his face from the
abrasiveness of my boot.  I had only been there about five minutes and the man
who had close to forty pounds on me was already beaten down to the point where
I could do anything to him.

I sat behind his head and put him in a headscissors.  II thought a bigger guy
could take more pressure but his faced turned red right away as I
squeezed.After a couple of minutes, I converted it to a figure four scissors. 
Now my boot was under his chin and pressing hard against his neck.  This was
the first time I wore boots in a fight and I liked it.  They gave me more ways
to hurt my victims.  I made a mental note to add fishnet stockings to them
next time as they would be rough on their heads as well.  I pulled back on my
ankle with my hand to increase the pressure and his face changed from red to a
purple color.  Although not using all my strength because I didn't want to
kill him, I was able to use more force than with the wimpy high school boys. 
I was enjoying the exercise and decided to look for other bigger guys in the
future.

I was getting bored and old Smoke looked like he was going to pass out.  I
wasn't done yet, so I unclasped my strong legs from his head and neck.  "This
is so much more fun than just reading about it, isn't it?" I taunted.  When he
didn't respond, I twisted his nose and repeated "Isn't it?"  

"I'm not sure" Smoke said.  It was difficult for him to talk as my scissors
had deprived him of normal breathing.

"Well, I'm sure it is," I answered for him while grasping his left wrist.  I
pulled his arm out to the side and scissored his upper arm between my thighs
while draping my calves over his neck.  Then I pulled back on his arm to apply
painful pressure to his elbow.  He was thrashing with his right arm so I
pressed my boot heel into his bicep.  That kept him still so that I could
continue his torture undisturbed.  Again, I had found another way to use my
boots as a weapon.

Smoke pleaded "Please let me go, I didn't do anything to you."

"It disgusts me that you think about me during your sick fantasies.  What do
you think of me now?" I demanded while I pulled down harder on his trapped
arm.

I got no answer to this, so after maintaining the more intense pressure on his
elbow for a while, I let him go and rolled him over to his stomach.  Pulling
both of hes arms up, while placing my foot in the middle of his back, I put
him in a surfboard hold.  I have used this hold many times before, but my boot
heel digging into his back made it more painful.  I enjoyed hearing his moans
of agony and I made a point of twisting my ankle to grind the heel deeper into
his back.  Sometimes, I would lift my other leg off the floor to put all of my
weight on the boot that was digging into his spine.

Eventually, I tired of this hold, but wanted to use one more devastating hold
to finish with.  Smoke was helpless to resist, so I could use any hold that I
felt like.  I decided to use one of my more exotic and punishing holds, the
leg nelson.  This is just like a full nelson, but I use my legs instead of my
arms.  I sat on Smoke's back, slid my legs under his arms and locked my ankles
behind his neck.  Then I rolled to my side taking him with me.  This gave me
room to push with my legs to apply pressure.  By squeezing my legs together
while pushing out, I was able to apply painful pressure to both his shoulders
and his neck.  My boots were digging into the back of his neck to further
increase his suffering.  This was the toughest hold that I had used on Smoke
and the slightest amount of force from my powerful legs put him in agony.  I
toyed with him for a while by applying varying amounts of pressure at my
whim.  Finally, I really pushed hard and I could almost feel his tendons and
ligaments stretch as he screamed.

I untangled my awesome legs from him and roughly pulled him to his feet by
grabbing his collar with one hand and his sore left fingers with the other. 
"Show me this computer of yours" I demanded.  Smoke led me to an office in his
house with a computer on a desk.  I picked up his computer and slammed it into
the floor, shattering it.  "Now you won't need this computer to think about me
anymore," I told him as I left his house.