Smoking With Shannon
by Madman
 
 
Author's Notes:   This story continues relating the conflict between
Shannon and her older sister, Melissa versus a gentleman and Valkyrie
member Smoke.  The most relevant stories are in Madman's author bookshelf
and are mentioned early in this account.  Since Shannon beat up a boy,
Melvin, by herself she has demanded that her stories be listed under her
own name instead of being part of the Melissa the Schoolyard Bully
series.  I am far too intimidated by this vicious fourteen year old girl
to  refuse to follow her orders.
 
 
Shannon here to tell you about my recent and hopefully last encounter
with that jerk Smoke.  My sister, Melissa, and I beat the crap out of him
last Halloween for threatening to turn her in to the authorities. (Second
Hand Smoke) (Melissa My Teen aged Superior)  He wrote an account of it
that was full of lies (Shannon the Badassed Teenage Brat)  He claimed
that I was only brave when Melissa was around and that I was afraid to
take him on by myself.  He also stated that I was all talk and no
action.  I recently had trashed a boy, Melvin, for disrespecting me in a
school hallway.  Insulting me in a public forum was a much greater
offense and would require a much harsher reprisal.
 
Smoke said that I took $300 and a pack of cigarettes from him and doubted
that Melissa was aware of it.  Melissa nd I have no secrets between us
and we spent that money together.  We bought two sets of brass knuckles
for $130 and about $100 pf books and videos about fighting.  The rest was
spent on cosmetics and a cigarette case.  I had no desire to smoke the
stupid cigarettes, but carrying them around with me makes me look cool.
 
On the same Valkyrie website was an account of a wrestling match between
Layla, a session wrestler, and some idiotic guy.  He complained that the
kneebar hold she used was too painful and requested that she not use it
with him anymore.  It's so amazing that when you go beyond their tough
macho facade that guys are such crybabies and wimps inside.  But if this
hold was that painful, I wanted to learn how to use it.  The knee is a
very vulnerable body part as it has a limited range of motion and is
surrounded by lots of sensitive tissue.  Melissa and I looked it up in
one of our books and practiced the hold.  It took very little pressure to
make it hurt.  Now, I could not apply the hold quickly like Layla could,
because she had years of Bolivian Jujitsu training.  However, once I had
beaten my victim down, I would have plenty of time to properly set the
hold.
 
Melissa wanted to help me take on Smoke as I had helped her last time.  I
told her that I wanted to do this by myself to prove that I could handle
him alone.  Melissa was concerned for me.  "Smoke is a big guy.  You
won't be able to just overpower him like you did with Melvin.  I don't
want him to have a chance to hurt you."
 
"Don't worry sis" I replied.  "I will work out a plan so that he won't
have a chance.  He challenged me to a fair fight, but he's not going to
get one.  It was unfair of him to spread lies about me on the Internet,
so he is not entitled to a fair fight."
 
"Are you sure you don't want me to come along just to make sure your plan
works?" Melissa asked.
 
"Next year you will be in college and I will be on my own.  I need to
handle jerks like Smoke by myself.  Don't worry, sis, I know shat I am
doing.  Don't forget it was me who planned our Halloween attack."
 
I had my slave boy, Melvin, stake out Smoke's house for three consecutive
Saturday mornings in order to research my best plan of attack.  Each time
at 10:00 AM, he opened the door of his attached garage, emerging with his
lawn mower and took it behind his house to cut his back lawn.  Then he
would cut the front lawn and go back inside at 10:45.  There was no other
activity before noon and there was never anyone else present in the house
during this time.
 
This made it easy to plot my strategy.  The next Saturday morning, I told
my parents that I was going to the YMCA to work out.  I put on my
skimpiest workout outfit, a little two piece red spandex number, and
covered up with a sweatshirt.  I pedaled the five miles to Smoke's house
on my bicycle, arriving at just a couple minutes before ten.  I chained
my bike to a tree two houses away from his so that he would not see me. 
Right on time, Smoke commenced his lawn mowing routine and I slipped
through the open door and entered his house.  
 
I had a lot of time to kill, so I went into his kitchen, removed my
sweatshirt and had a Coke to drink.  I decided to fill my waiting time by
having some fun in his kitchen.  Smoke had a variety of beverages - milk,
orange juice, soda and beer.  I poured them all down his sink.  Then, I
fed all the food in his refrigerator into the garbage disposal.  There
was some chicken, left over Chinese food, cheeses, lunch meats and much
more that I discarded.  He had a dozen eggs in there so I amused myself
by flinging them against the kitchen walls.  Smoke's freezer contained a
half gallon carton of Rocky Road ice cream.  Interesting choice of
flavor, as it accurately predicted his immediate future.  I removed the
top of the carton and placed it upside down in his microwave oven.  Then,
I turned it on high for five minutes.  His pantry contained about fifteen
cans of assorted food and soups.  I opened them all and just dumped the
contents on the floor.
 
It was almost time for Smoke to come inside, so I waited by the door that
connected the garage to the house.  When I heard him fumbling around in
the garage, I slipped on my brass knuckles and crouched down right next
to the door.  As soon as the door opened, I sprung at him and delivered a
hard punch to his balls.  Smoke screamed in shock and pain and stood
doubled over with his hands on his crotch.  I threw two shots into his
unprotected jaw and smoke fell to the floor.  He was still conscious, but
very groggy.  I dragged his body into the living room so that I would
have more space to work on him.  In less than five seconds, I had
incapacitated this man who outweighed me by at least seventy pounds and
now I was really going  to have some fun.
 
While tossing the brass knuckles on the floor, I figured that this was a
good time to try out that new kneebar hold.  Smoke was on his back and I
sat facing him by his feet.  I scissored his right leg starting from
under his lower leg and locked my ankles together on the top of his
thigh, just above the knee.  Rolling to my left, taking his leg away from
his body while pushing up on his ankle with both hands, I hyper extended
his knee.  Smoke was screaming in agony and pounding the carpet futilely
with both arms.  This really was a great hold, I was hurting him severely
with ease.  During a lull in his screaming, I thought I heard a grinding
crackling sound coming from his knee.  I released my hold and savored
watching him writhe in agony while clutching that knee.
 
Coolly and calmly, I applied the same hold to his left knee.  This time I
used less pressure, not to show him any mercy, but rather to extend the
duration of the hold.  This way, I would get more enjoyment and Smoke
would have more time to suffer.  I gradually increased the pressure until
it was obvious that I was hurting him.  Then, I increased it just a bit
more to be sure and kept him trapped in this most painful hold for about
three minutes.  Three minutes passes very slowly for one who is in
intense pain.  When I finally released my hold, Smoke rolled up into a
fetal position and was grabbing both of his knees.
 
I got up and slowly walked around his body to enjoy the view from all the
angles.  I tried to haul Smoke up to his feet, but he could not stand and
crumpled back down to the carpet.  Smoke was now totally helpless.  I had
this much larger adult completely at my mercy and was not about to extend
him any mercy.
 
Kneeling by his shoulder, I pulled his head up by his thinning hair, 
Then I applied;futilely a tight headlock.  The headlock is about as basic
of a hold as there is, yet it is a very effective one.  It can be used to
wear an opponent down or to force a submission.  I was using it for
neither - I had already worn Smoke down and I certainly had no interest
in accepting any submissions.  My arms are very strong.  At 5'7" and 143
pounds, I bench press 175 and curl over 100.  I was not at all bashful
about using all this strength to maximize the effect of my hold.  I
lowered myself out across him while maintaining my hold.  Now, Smoke was
forced down to the carpet with my body laying perpendicular on top of
his.  My body weight was increasing the effectiveness of the hold and
smoke's face was jammed against my breast which hindered his breathing.
 
I thought about some of Smoke's other remarks about his last beating from
Melissa and me.  At one point, each of us were working on one of his
arms, and Smoke admitted that I caused more damage.  However, he said it
was only because I had his weaker left arm and hand while Melissa had his
right.  This might be a good time to demonstrate that I could do damage
to his right arm and hand as well.  Rolling him over to his belly, I
knelled by his right arm, trapping his upper arm between by thigh and
calf.  Then I pulled up on his wrist to attack his elbow while twisting
his wrist to maximize his pain.  Smoke was pleading for release, but I
just ignored him and continued to work on his arm.  Smoke had said that
his left hand had not regained full function from the last time and I
hoped that I could do similar damage to his right.  That way, he would be
constantly reminded of me when his injuries bothered him.  I bent back
his fingers and pulled his thumb outward from his hand.  Sometimes I
would grind my knuckles into the back of his hand.  This highly effective
arm and hand attack continued for several minutes until I got bored with
it and decided to let go of his arm.
 
Smoke was trying to roll over to his back so he could massage his aching
right arm with his left one.  Quickly, I straddled his back to prevent
that.  There would be no relief for this jerk while I was around.  I
thought about whether his punishment had been sufficient.  Given the
brutality of everything that I had done to him so far, it probably was. 
However, I was still not satisfied.  This was now about my vengeance, not
his punishment, and I wanted to inflict more pain on him.  Smoke's well
being meant nothing, this was all about me.  While resting on his back, I
decided to talk to him, as up to this point all my concentration had been
focused on the physical act of beating him.  The mental aspect of making
him aware of my total domination was also important and needed to be
addressed.
 
"Well Smoke, do you think I can handle you without Melissa's help?" I
asked.  As he tried to respond, I pushed his face into the carpet to
prevent him from speaking.  "How does it feel to get demolished by a
fourteen year old teen aged brat?" I continued.  "You are just a stupid
wimp and I can and will do anything to you that I want."  "Oh, I'm sorry"
I taunted sarcastically.  "You said I was all talk and no action.  Let me
give you some more action.  I aim to please, you know."
 
I adjusted my position so that I was crouching over his back, still
facing his head.  Draping his arms across my thighs, I leaned forward to
cup my hands under his chin and pulled back with a wicked camel clutch. 
As I increased the pressure, Smoke made a guttural sound that was a cross
between moaning and sighing.  None of my previous victims had made that
sound before, and I took it as a sign that I was effectively hurting
him.  To add to his torture, I bounced up and down on his back that was
already being painfully stretched by my hold.
 
I was really enjoying myself.  Never had I been this vicious before, and
the more I hurt him, the greater became my desire to hurt him even more. 
Beating up Smoke was actually a substitute for my workout at the YMCA and
I realized that I had barely worked on my strongest body part - my legs. 
I have well developed quads and hamstrings that give a nice sweep to my
thighs and my big diamond shaped calves flex with my every step.  When I
wear short skirts at school, and I usually do, guys will stop to turn
around and gawk at my muscular athletic legs.
 
So, I pulled up harder on his chin, rolled to my side, and captured Smoke
in a body scissors.  It was way cool to switch my hold without letting
him go free, not even for a second.  As I tightened my powerful legs
around his flabby body, I could hear the air whoosh out of him.  Now my
arms were free, and I figured that I might as well use them to intensify
his suffering and my pleasure in causing it.  While maintaining my
scissors, I added a full nelson.  Now Smoke was completely tied up and
was unable to move other than slowly and weakly kicking his legs.
 
Melissa had told me how she likes to use combination holds.  She would
alternate pressuring them to keep her victim constantly tormented while
enabling her to rest either her arms or legs at all times.  That way, she
could keep it going for as long as she felt like.  I wanted to try a
different approach.  I would tighten up both holds at the same time in
spurts of fifteen to thirty seconds.  Then, without releasing him, I
would relax the holds for about the same amount of time.  This way, I
still got my rest, but I maximized his pain when I pressured them both, 
Smoke was kept in suspense when I relaxed a bit, as he never knew exactly
when the excruciating pressure would be re-applied.  I repeated this
technique at least fifteen or twenty times before I felt it was time for
the grand finale.
 
This time, I put all my power into both holds and jerked up with the
nelson to stretch his ribs and make him even more vulnerable to the
scissors.  I powered my holds much longer this time, until I was actually
starting to get fatigued.  Smoke's body tensed up and he was trying to
scream, but was unable to make any sound.   When I finally let him go,
Smoke laid on his back, unable to move.  Only the grimace on his face
testified to the torture he had been so beautifully and gleefully
subjected to.
 
I always end my thrashings with the schoolgirl pin, so I straddled his
chest.  It wasn't necessary to pin his arms down with my knees, but I did
so anyways just to show Smoke how completely dominated and beaten he
was.  Now it was time to lay down the law to this jerk.  Peering directly
into Smoke's pain racked frightened eyes, I began.  "I'm sure that even
you know enough not to report this to the police or my school.  I can
always return and Melissa is also eager to have some more fun with you."
 
"You will post a message on the Valkyrie site admitting that I easily
demolished you.  You will tell everybody how tough and strong I am and
that I didn't need any help to handle your fat ass.  Are you clear on
what I demand of you?"  As I asked him this question, I slid up higher on
his pinned body and squeezed his head between my thighs just to make sure
that he knew that I was not fooling around.  I heard a muffled quiet
answer of "Yes."
 
"Yes, who?" I demanded.
 
"Yes, Shannon" was his weak response.
 
I was really getting into my dominance.  "Yes Shannon what?" I firmly
asked.
 
"I don't know what you want me to say" Smoke complained.
 
"You are to say "Yes Shannon my superior" and I want you to mean it when
you say it!"
 
"Yes, Shannon, my superior" he murmured.
 
I gave him another hard squeeze and ordered "Say it louder.  I want to
hear it more clearly!"
 
Smoke was too weak to speak loudly and clearly, but he repeated the
phrase the best that he could in his current condition.
 
I got off his battered body, retrieved my brass knuckles, and slipped
them back on.  "If you don't do what I've told you to do, I will come
back and I won't be so gentle with you next time.  I'll show you a small
sample of what is in store for you if you disrespect me again." 
Approaching his prone body, I gave him two sharp shots with the brass
knuckles, one to each kneecap.  While Smoke was howling in pain, I got my
sweatshirt from the kitchen and sauntered out of his house to go home.
 
I really hope I am through with Smoke although I did enjoy working him
over.  For the next couple of months, I need to concentrate on recruiting
more wimpy boys into my new collection.  I need to make sure that my
homework will be done, my pockets filled with cash and that all my
demands will be met.  I think that I will really enjoy my time in high
school.  I also hope that other girls will read about me and be inspired
to get stronger and learn how to fight.  There are plenty of wimps to go
around and it would be great if there were more girls like me to take
advantage of them.