Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 9 
by Madman
Second Hand Smoke
 
 
 
This is part of a larger series of stories.  It is strongly suggested
that you read both part 8 Smoked Out and the victim's response Melissa My
Teenaged Superior before reading this story.  They are in Madman's author
bookshelf.
 
 
Melissa here to inform all you girls on how we dealt with a real jerk. 
Hopefully, you will learn from this how to take care of the jerks that
you run across.  My sister Shannon and I read Smoke's account of the
beating I gave him and we thought it was hysterical.  It took almost a
half an hour to read it because we were laughing so much.  Like it really
matters what Smoke thinks, if he can even think, because not him or
anyone else is going to stop me from doing what I want.  I didn't realize
that I had hurt him as badly as I did, but I'm happy about it because he
deserved every bit of it.  Thinking back on it, I wish I would have hurt
him even more.
 
Smoke was right to admit that I am superior to him because I am in every
way.  I'm younger, tougher, better looking and smarter than he is. 
However, he really pissed me off by the threats he made at the end of his
account about reporting me to the police or my school.  Even Herman and
his friends at school know that if they try to get me in trouble that I
will punish them even more severely.  Now this clown, Smoke, needs to be
taught that same lesson.  Shannon and I thought that this called for
another visit and because Smoke threatened our family, she wanted to
participate.  She was also eager to beat up an adult and double team with
me. But we knew that he would not let me in his house again
 
Shannon, bless her soul, came up with a great idea.  It was now late
October and Halloween was next week.  Although at seventeen and thirteen
we were too old to trick or treat, we decided to make an exception. 
First we put on black fishnet staockings, black panties, black sports
bras and black boots.  We admired ourselves in the mirror, we sure looked
menacing with our muscular bodies bulging out from these sexy clothes. 
Then we put on long, loose fitting black robes that my friend Tania
borrowed from the school drama club.  They completely hid our bodies. 
Witch's hats and black "Zorro type" half masks completed our costumes. 
Smoke had never seen Shannon, and in this garb, he would not recognize
me.  To make sure of that, we decided that Shannon would do all the early
talking so that my voice would not give us away.
 
We waited until 9:00 to knock on his door because that was when trick or
treating ended and we did not want liitle kids to interrupt us.  Smoke
answered the door and in a condescending voice said "What a couple of
scary witches we have here."  He was soon to find out just how scary.  He
held out a basket of those chintzy miniature candy bars and told us each
to take one.
 
"Just one, mister?" said Shannon.  "That's pretty cheap of you."
 
"Well, I guess you could take two of them if you like."
 
"Mister, I want all of them" Shannon replied.  She was good at this. 
Shannon reached for the basket , but Smoke told her not to be so greedy
and pulled it back.Little candy bars flew out all over his floor. 
Shannon pushed hard against his chest and Smoke was forced several steps
back.Then Shannon and I entered his house and closed the door.  We
quickly removed our costumes and stood glaring at him in our bras,
panties, fishnets and boots. 
 
Smoke's jaw dropped when he saw this and now he recognized me.  He gulped
nervously and told us to take all the candy we wanted.  He couldn't stop
staring at our gorgeous muscular bodies.
 
"This isn't about candy" I told him.  "This is about you threatening to
get me in trouble.  Nobody threatens me or Shannon.  We need to punish
you for your stupid threats and show you a sample of what you can expect
if you turn us in."  Smoke was backing away from us in obvious fear.  I
couldn't believe that a grown man could be such a coward.  His eyes
looked so weird because although he was afraid of us, I dould tell that
he also wanted our beautiful young bodies.  He was about to get them, but
not in the way he wanted.
 
Shannon drove her shoulder against his legs, like a football tackle, and
I shot my forearm into his chest.  Smoke flew back and his head hit an
end table as he fell to his back on the floor.  He seemed dazed so we
stood over him waitng for his head to clear.  We wanted him to be fully
aware of everything that we were going to do to him.  When it looked like
his head was clearing, I sat on his chest and pinned his arms under my
boots.  Shannon sat on his thights.  Smoke couldn't move and we were
ready to start his punishment.  I started slapping his face with both
hands, hard enough to hurt, but far from full force.  I wanted to slowly
build up the intensity of his suffering.
 
Shannon grabbed his crotch and commented "His dick is hard, but it seems
awfully small.  Are they all this small, Melissa?"
 
"No Shannon" I answered.  "Even the geels at school have bigger dicks
than him.  Hurt him and it will get soft."  Shannon unzipped his pants,
grabbed his balls and squeezed.  She dug her sharp nails into the
sensitive flesh.  Smoke screamed and begged for mercy.  He told us that
he would not turn us in.
 
"We need to make sure of that" I responded.  "And we're just getting
started.  I ground the knuckles of my thumbs into his temples.  There's
lots of nerves there and I easily put him in intense pain.
 
"Please stop, I'll do anything for you."  Smoke was almost crying frm the
pain in his head and his balls.
 
"Why should we" chirped in Shannon.  "We're just getting warmed up."  We
continued with our tortures.  Shannon and I didn't have him in real
wrestling submission holds, but our attack sure was effective.  We were
really hurting him with so little effort.  I guess if you attack nerve
centers, that it's easy to hurt someone.  I think that I'll study them so
that I can learn new painful techniques.
 
"Please, I can't take this anymore" Smoke pleaded. "Please stop."
 
"All right you asshole, we'll stop" I told him.  I got off his chest, but
grasped his wrist and braced my feet against the side of his chest and
his neck.  I motioned for Shannon to do the same on his other side.  Then
we pulled his arms while pushing our feet against him.  "We stopped doing
what we were doing, but we're starting this" I informed him.  Both of his
arms were being stretched and our boots dug into both sides of his chest
and his neck.  "Isn't this great Shannon, we're hurting him six ways at
one time" I proclaimed.
 
"This is so much fun" said Shannon obviously excited.  "It's way better
than beating up Herman.  She increased the pressure of her hold, and not
to be outdone, so did I.  Smoke was in a lot of pain, but as usual with
our victims, there was nothing he could do about it.  This is why his
write up of our first meeting was so stupid.  It makes no difference what
he thinks, it only matters what we think beause we are in complete
control.  When we finally released our holds, I could see bruises forming
on his neck.
 
"Let's see how our boots and fishnets feel around his body" Shannon
suggested.  "Let's scissor the jerk."  I was so proud of Shannon and her
aggressive dominant attitude.  Maybe it was because she was still pretty
new to this, but she seemed to be enjoying beating Smoke even more than
me.
 
"Okay, you get his head and I'll get his body" I told her.  Shannon
scissored him from the side and his head was securely locked in by her
powerful fishnet clad thighs.  I pulled his shirt up sp that my legs
would be against his skin and I put him in a tight body scissors.  I was
on the side opposite Shannon so that we would both have enough room.  By
propping our heads up on our arms, we could see each other's pleasure and
Smoke's distress.  "Go ahead, Shannon, squeeze him good" I requested. 
Both of us squeezed harder with our awesome legs and Smoke was having
trouble breathing.  So, we switched to my favorite technique of squeezing
in spurts to prolong his agony.  Shannon took a candy bar off the floor,
unwrapped it and ate it while maintaining her hold. Smoke was trying to
talk, but we couldn't understand him and we didn't care what he had to
say.  Everytime he would try to speak, we would both power our scissors
to silence him.
 
Finally, he lay motionless, resigned to the fact that we had total
control.  I felt good about how easily Shannon and I dominated him.  We
had put him on his back in two seconds and he wasn't getting up until we
decided to let him.  This man, almost three times my age and four times
Shannon's was helpless to resist us in any way.
 
When we released him from our scissor holds, I could see the pattern of
our fishnets embossed on his face and stomach.  I hoped the marks would
last for a while and wondered how he would explain them.  Shannon and I
stood up but Smoke was still on his back, too weak to get up.  "Has your
hand healed yet?" I asked.  Before Smoke could answer, I stepped on his
left hand and ground my boot heel into it.  Smoke yelled in pain.
 
"Maybe his other hand is jealous" Shannon commented sarcastically, and
she round her heel into his right hand.  Although Shannon is lighter than
me, her boot heel was narrower and it might have hurt him more than
mine.  Then Shannon and I stepped off his hands and kicked him several
times in the side of his ribs with the point of our boots.  Our outfits
were not only empowering, but they were helping us to punish him.
 
"Now, let's review what we discussed tonight" I told Smoke.  I kneeled
down by him and pushed my shin down on his neck.  Both my fishnets and
the top of my boot were pressing firmly against his throat,  Shannon also
knelt down and ground her knee into his groin.  I was looking right into
his frightened eyes as I told him "You are not to turn us in to anyone or
we'll beat you ten times worse.  And if I find out that you're still
getting your rocks off fantasizing about me, I might just pull your
stupid little cock right off.  Are we in agreement about this?"
 
I let up a little with my leg on his neck so Smoke could reply.  He
uttered in a soft guttural voice which was all he could muster "Yes
Melissa we do.  I'll do anything you say,"
 
I increased the pressure of my leg on his neck to a greater extent than
before to reinforce my demands.  I was really choking him.  "You had
better keep your word for your own good" I told him.  "Even if I can't
come back, my girlfriends will.".  I gave him a sharp judo chop across
the bridge of his nose, just for the hell of it, and got up.
 
Shannon and I put our robes back on but we left him the hats and masks as
souvenirs.  Then we drove back home confident that Smoke would not be
heard from again.