Big Bad Liz 
By M.C.
A story about a huge girl's power, strength...and love.


There's no doubt about it, Elizabeth Simpson is one big, strong girl. Known
simply as Big Liz to everyone (her friends call her Lizzy) the extremely well
built, 18 year-old high school senior is a sight to behold. Standing six feet
- four inches tall and tipping the scales at around 275 well proportioned
pounds, the All-State champion in the women's shot put and discus throw (as
well as the two time MVP center on her school's champion basketball team),
Elizabeth is an Amazon in every sense of the word. And if all that isn't
impressive enough, the beautiful girl with long blond hair also holds a third
degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Liz began training in the Korean martial art
form at the local dojo when she was just five years old and is now a master
instructor there. It isn't an unusual sight to see Liz demonstrating her
awesome skills to her students by smashing wooden boards into toothpicks or
shattering bricks with her lethal hands and feet. In short, Elizabeth Simpson
is not someone you want to mess with or tick off.

Like most high school girls her age though, she loves to go shopping, see
movies and date boys. Unfortunately however, her size, strength and martial
arts skills scare away most of the guys she meets - after all, what boy wants
to date a girl who can crush you like an eggshell? Once, a year ago when
Elizabeth was 17, a boy she really liked a lot asked her out to dinner and a
movie. Things seemed to be going very well until they went out for coffee
afterwards. There, she and her date - who plays split end on her high school
football team - ran into several of his teammates. They began to tease him for
dating the huge girl and, as a result, he never asked her out again. Life
isn't always easy when you're a big, strong, tough female.

Although she tries to be as normal as everyone else, there's one thing
Elizabeth has absolutely no tolerance for - bullies; the kids who, simply
because they are larger and stronger than most of the other students, use
their superior size and strength to intimidate them. On more than one occasion
the powerful girl has used her unique combinition of size, strength and
martial arts skills to *straighten out* some tough guy (or guys) she found
picking on other students. In fact, Elizabeth once singlehandedly eliminated
an entire gang of bullies who were extorting money from other students. She
literally beat them all up - there were about ten of them - and made them
return the money they had extorted. But Lizzy's greatest challenge still lay
ahead of her - she wanted to teach all the tough, macho, arrogant jocks on the
football team a lesson.

For the three years Elizabeth had attended Lincoln High, they were the one
group of students that the powerful girl felt was out of her reach. Because
they continued to win the city title year after year, - thus giving their
school both enormous notoriety and prestige - the players came to feel that
they had 'carte blanche' to behave in whatever manner they wished. As a
result, these macho men assumed for themselves a higher status than the other
students. For three years Elisabeth quietly tolerated this situation. But now,
with the final football season of her high school career over, the strong girl
decided that somebody should punish them for their behavior over the past few
years. As it was obvious to her that neither the faculty of the school nor
their coaches could do it, so she would have to take matters into her own
hands. "This situation has gone on for far to long," the beautiful blond said
to herself one day. "It's time to set things right."

It was a relatively warm, sunny, Tuesday afternoon for January when the large,
muscular girl began to make her way over to the men's weight room. Lizzy knew
that many of the football players would be working out at this hour because,
even though their season ended a few weeks earlier (with yet another city
championship), they still used the weight room on Tuesday and Thursday
afternoons to keep in shape - either for their college tryouts or for the next
season. So if Elizabeth wanted to catch a lot of the players together - which
she did - then this would be the best time to do it. The strong, tough and
beautiful blond opened the door to the men's weight room and boldly went
inside.

The entire room suddenly became quiet when the large Amazon entered. Elizabeth
calmly locked the door (the only door leading in or out of the weight room)
and put the key in her pocket. She then turned around to face the roomfull of
surprised athletes. "You boys have been a royal pain in the ass to most of the
students here for a long time," Big Liz began in a stern tone of voice,"and
now it's time to pay the piper! You've had this coming to you, and now you're
all going to get what you deserve...a good, sound beating!" The large,
statuesque blond stood in front of the doorway with her hands on her hips
facing about 20 big, strong boys and continued,"and nobody leaves this room
without one! So who wants to be first?"

"And just who in the fuck do you think you are?" Jerold, the 280 pound
offensive right tackle, team leader as well as the strongest boy in school,
blurted out.

"Well, you can call me the Grim Reaper if you like Jerry," Elizabath answered
with a smile."Or the Angel of Vengence; whichever you prefer. But regardless
of what you call me, you're all going to pay for the tormant you put most of
the school through these past three years."

Jerold rose from the bench he was sitting on and approached the muscular
blond. "Get the fuck out of here this minute!" he demanded.

"Hmmm...those are tough words there Jerry," the intrepid girl replied, still
with her hands on her hips. "But can you back them up?"

"You bet your ass I can, you dike!" The powerful boy threw a hard right hook
at Elizabeth but, to the surprise of everyone there, she calmly held up her
left hand and caught his fist in mid-air. Momentarily stunned by this, Jerold
quickly recovered and sent his left fist into Elizabeth's stomach. THUD! But
nothing happened. The large girl just stood there and smiled, still holding
Jerold's right fist firmly in her left hand."That was pathetic Jerry," she
laughed,"simply pathetic. Care to try again?" He did -POW! - but his second
effort was no more successful than his first. A third followed. But against
Elizabeth's rock-hard abs, all Jerry managed to do was hurt his hand.

Not wanting to injure him too badly, the powerful girl then released her grip
on Jerold's right hand and gave him a hard, open-handed slap across the face;
knocking him to the mats. "Well, that's one down and only about twenty more to
go," she giggled. "Who wants to be next? And don't be shy now boys; tee, hee,
hee."

"Get her men!" Jerold shouted from the floor as he held the side of his face
with his bruised hand. "Get rid of this androgenous freak!" As if on cue, most
of the remaining football players began to converge on the lone female
(although a few did hold back - one in particular which didn't escape
Elizabeth's notice). What followed next had to be seen to be believed. In
fact, even many of those who witnessed it first hand don't believe it. For
even though they were there, it still seems an impossible feat.

In order to take on all of her attackers at once, the six foot-four inch, 275
pound Tae Kwon Do expert transformed herself into an invincible fighting
machine; the likes of which none of the boys had ever encountered before. In
an incredible display of strength, speed, and martial arts expertise - not
unlike a Cynthia Rothrock, Michelle Yeoh or Angela Mao movie - Elizabeth
became a blur of punches and kicks and soon began to wreck havoc throughout
the weight room. The biggest, strongest and toughest boys in her school were
stunned by the power of her onslaught as Big Liz began to flatten them left
and right with her vicious, board shattering blows.

WHAM! A powerful kick to the head put a large linebacker flat on his back.
CRACK! An equally strong thrust to the jaw and a 265 pound defensive end
joined him on the floor. They were soon to be joined by another...and
another...and another. POW! SLAM! SMASH! BAM! WHACK!...and on and on it went.
Even when one of the boys did managed to hit her, Big Liz just laughed it off;
she hardly seemed to feel it.

Around and around Elizabeth whirled with the speed of a figure skater and the
grace of a ballet dancer - a ballet dancer with lethal hands and feet that is.
She seemed to strike out in ten different directions at once; punching,
kicking and blocking all over the weight room. Many of the boys later
confessed that they never saw anyone move so fast, nor hit as hard as Liz did.
And as she whirled around the weight room, her long, beautiful blond hair flew
out in all over the place. With fists that can break slabs of concrete and
feet that can literally knock down walls, this amazing girl began to litter
the weight room floor with football players; and as the battle raged on, it
became obvious to just about everyone there that this one girl was simply too
much for the guys to handle.

With the tide clearly turning against them, and the only avenue of escape
locked, several of the less courageous boys looked for an alturnative way of
getting out. They pried open a side window and a few of them managed to
squeeze through. Elizabeth noticed their escape out of the corner of her eye
but was unable to do anyting about it for the time being; all her
concentration being focused on the more important matters at the moment."I'll
deal with them later," she said to herself, "first things first." BAM!...
SOCK!... WHACK!...CRUNCH!...POW!...

Fifteen minutes after the fight began, not one single football player was left
standing. The *weight room massacre* (as it would be known from then on) was
over and a surreal quiet decended on the room. In those amazing fifteen
minutes, the massive girl managed to do something that no other high school
football team had managed to do for three years - defeat the boys of Lincoln
High; and she did it all by herself. Elizabeth stood in the center of the room
with her hands on her hips; a smiling, six foot-four inch, 275 pound muscular
Amazon with long, blond hair falling down to her waist. Scattered around her,
battered and beaten all over the weight room floor, were 16 strong, tough
football players; the pride of her school. "Well that was a lovely workout,"
she smiled as she surveyed the scene,"I'll take care of the rest of the team
later." But when she gazed into one of the large wall mirrors and saw her only
casuality from the fight, the big girl frowned."Gosh, my hair's such a mess
now."

Stepping over several battered, sobbing boys, the mighty girl reached her
purse, took out her hairbrush and calmly began brushing her beautiful hair.
Just as she was finishing however, there was a loud knock on the weight room
door. "What the hell is going on in there?" Larry Grant, the head football
coach yelled. "Open the damn door immediately!" (He and two of his assistant
coaches were no doubt alerted about what was going on by the players who
escaped through the window).

"Hold your horses," Elizabeth said as she stepped over several more football
players and made her way to the door. When she opened it, Big Liz flashed them
a pretty smile. "Why hello there coach, nice of you to drop by. I've been
meaning to have a talk with you too." When she saw the stunned look Coach
Grant and the other coaches had on their faces, Liz laughed and added,"your
boys and I were just having a little discussion about the way they've been
behaving towards the other students in school. Why don't you guys come in and
join us?"

Before they even had time to react, the powerful girl grabbed the three large
men by their shirts and yanked them inside, then she locked the door again.
"As coaches of the football team and supposedly mature adults I'm holding you
and your staff responsible for the behavior of your players too. SMACK! You
should have been as concerned about the way they acted in school - POW! - as
you were about their performance on the football field - SOCK! Your failure to
provide them with leadership and discipline - CRACK! - made what I did to them
today necessary - WHAM! So I think I need to teach you a lesson too." WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!... Several minutes later, the three beaten and bloodied
coaches joined their players on the weight room floor. "Damn," Elizabeth said
with a sigh,"now my hair's a mess again."

The mighty girl then forced the sixteen battered football players and their
coaches to stand up in a row. Standing before them with her hands on her hips,
Big Liz gave them stern, ten minute lecture about why she beat them all up and
how she expected them to behave from now on. "And finally," Elizabeth said as
she neared the conclusion of her speech,"don't think that the boys who weren't
here today, or the ones who escaped through the window got away with anything.
I'm giving them all 48 hours from now to come to me for their punishment. And
anyone I find after that - and believe me, I will eventually find them all -
will be punished even more severly!" The powerful, six foot-four inch, 275
pound Amazon then slammed her right fist hard into her left palm, SMACK!!! "Do
I make myself clear?"

Their heads bowed in shame and humiliation they all nodded obsequiously.

"Good. Now before I leave I'm going to brush my pretty hair again; and you're
all going to watch me. I'll be looking in the mirror and I want to see all of
your eyes on me all the time! I also don't want to hear a peep out of any of
you, understand? You're not to make a single sound until I'm gone." Liz knew
she was rubbing it in now (leaving no doubt whatsoever in their minds that it
was a beautiful girl who had so thoroughly dominiated them) and it excited
her...very much in fact. She took her hairbrush, turned to face the mirror and
calmly began brushing her long blond hair while the football players and their
coaches helplessly stood behind her. Battered, humiliated and so intimidated
by the awesome female standing in front of them, they all watched in silence.

Elizabeth deliberately took her time brushing her hair; relishing in the
complete dominiation she had over the tough, strong males she forced to stand
behind her (somewhere in the middle of brushing her hair, she even had an
orgasm). And when she noticed that many of the guys had huge bulges in their
pants, the powerful girl couldn't help herself from laughing. When she was
finished, Elizabeth put the hairbrush back into her purse and slung it over
her shoulder. Before leaving however, Big Liz issued a stern warning,"I remind
you again: the rest of your team and coaching staff have two days to come to
me and receive their punishment. It'll be a whole lot worse on them if I have
to hunt them down - you make sure they all get the message!" With that, the
large Amazon left the weight room..."and do have yourselves a nice day boys,"
she giggled on her way out.

Over the course of the next two days, the remaining players on the football
team - those that weren't in the weight room at the time and those who escaped
through the window - reluctantly got up the courage to face the awesome
female. And when they did so, Elizabeth gave them a choice of punishment:
either a black eye or a spanking. Fearing her mighty fist, most choose a
spanking. Big Liz would take them into the nearest restroom (male or female,
it didn't matter) and whack their behinds twenty times hard with her bare
hand. And when she was through with them, not one of the rough, tough football
players wasn't crying as a result. Elizabeth would then wipe their eyes with a
tissue and calmly explain why she felt the need to punish them; and how she
hoped it would not be necessary to do so again.

Big Liz also used this as an opportunity to settle an old score with the sexy,
stuck-up cheerleaders who have been teasing her behind her back since she
began high school. She entered the woman's locker room just as they were
finishing their cheerleading practice, grabbed the six girls firmly by their
long hair (three in each hand) and dragged them - kicking and screaming - into
the ladies room; and that's where the custodian found them, two hours later.
They had their hair tied together in a tight knot, a pair of panties stuffed
into each of their mouths and their buttocks were very, very red.

By Thursday afternoon, every one of the players on the Lincoln High School
football team as well as their coaching staff had been punished; every one
that is, except Mitchell Cochrine. He was one of the players who managed to
escape through the window in the weight room while Liz was beating up the rest
of the team and nobody had seen him since. The irony of it is, Mitchell lives
right across the street from Elizabeth. "He's probably hiding under his bed,"
Liz laughed to herself as she walked home from school that Thursday afternoon.
"I guess I'll have to pay my neighbor a visit."

Mitchell wasn't hiding under his bed, but he was afraid to leave his house.
He'd heard about what happened after he and a few others escaped out of the
window; what his powerful neighbor did to the rest of the team as well as the
coaches and cheerleaders. Mitchell was scared, plain and simple. So he took
the honorable route...he pretended to be sick. "Ring! Ring!" his phone rang.
Mitchell knew who it probably was, and he also knew he'd have to face her
eventually - he couldn't hide in his home forever. But he heard about what
Elizabeth said in the weight room, that anybody that didn't come to her by
Thursday afternoon would be punished even more severly. "Ring! Ring!"

"Hello."

"Well hello there neighbor," the female voice on the other end of the line
said."I haven't seen you in school for the past two days (giggles); not
feeling well are we?"

"I'm...I'm, well...you see...Elizabeth...it's...it's..."

"Stop playing childish games with me Mitch. I think we both know what the
problem is. You're afraid of what I'm going to do to you, and I can certainly
understand that. Hell, I'd be scared in your position too. But you can't hide
from me forever; and it wouldn't be fair to the other members of your team if
I let you off the hook just because we're neighbors. So I'll tell you what
I'll do. Even though the deadline I set has passed, if you come over here now
I'll give you exactly what I gave the others; no better, but no worse, O.K.?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "Mitch!" Big Liz said - a
lot more forcefully this time - "please don't make me come over there and get
you; then you'll really have something to be afraid of. I'm giving you a break
here Mitch. So get your butt over here and take your punishment like a man;
understand?"

"Yes Elizabeth. I...I understand."

"O.K. then. So you're coming over?"

Mitchell gulped hard before he finally said,"yes Elizabeth...I'm...I'm coming
over."

"Goody. The front door's open and my parents are away. I'll be in my bedroom.
See you soon." (click)

Mitchell hung up the phone and sighed. Realizing he had no other choice
(except, perhaps, to flee the country) he left his house and slowly began to
walk across the street. He entered Elizabeth's home and, shaking with fear,
approached the door to her bedroom.

"Knock, knock."

"Come right on in honeybunch." Reluctantly, he did.

The massive girl was sitting in front of her dresser, brushing her beautiful
blond hair. "It's not easy having hair as long as mine Mitch,"she said with a
smile,"it requires constant care and attention." She brushed a few more
strokes and then stood up. "Now, about our *business*. As I said to you over
the phone, I'll make you the same offer I made to all the others. I'll either
give you a black eye or a spanking; the choice is yours."

Mitchell stared up at the huge girl standing before him. Not only was she very
large and immensely strong, but she had the speed and grace of a deer and the
fighting ability of a tigress; maybe even two. He saw enough of what she could
do in the first few minutes of the fight in the weight room; how she punched
the biggest and strongest players on his team around as if they were children.
Even the few that were larger than she was - like Jerold - were no match for
her fighting ability. Mitch knew that if he and the few others that lost their
nerve and escaped had stayed around, it wouldn't have made much of a
difference. Big Liz was, in a word, incredible. "Well honey, what's your
choice?"

"A...a spanking."

"Good," Elizabeth said with a smile,"I was hoping you'd choose that." She
walked over to the edge of her bed and sat down. "All right then, drop your
pants and come over here (she pointed to her enormous, muscular thighs); and
drop your underwear too." Meekly, Mitchell did as he was told. He bent down
and draped himself across her awesome thighs. "Ready?" the huge girl asked.

"Ready," came his somber reply.

Elizabeth lifted up her powerful right arm and SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK! "You
do know why I'm doing this, don't you Mitch?"

"Yes," he replied, trying hard not to let out that he was already in pain;
trying, but not succeeding. Even though he knew Elizabeth was strong, he never
imagined that she was *this* strong. After only three spanks he had had
enough. Unfortunately for him though, there were still 17 more to go.

"Why?" SPANK!...SPANK!

"Because me and the rest of the guys on the football team behaved like
assholes. We felt we were superior to the rest of the students; that we ruled
the school."

"That's correct Mitch." SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK! "And are you going to a good
boy and behave yourself from now on?" SPANK!...SPANK!

"Yes. Yes, I'll behave." Mitchell's resistance broke down now. If this was how
he felt after only ten of her blows, how could he ever survive the next ten?
His pride shattered, the six foot, 200 pound split end began to cry. "Yes
Elizabeth," he repeated sobbing,"yes, I'll behave myself."

The mighty female paused and sighed before saying what she wanted to say next.
"There's another reason why I'm punishing you Mitch," she said in a soft
voice. "You hurt me when you didn't asked me out again after our date last
year Mitchell; you hurt me very much."

"I'm...I'm sorry Elizabeth (sob), I'm so, so sorry."

"You said you liked me that night, remember? And yet you let your football
buddies dictate who you're allowed to date."

Mitchell didn't respond for a minute. Draped across Elizabeth's massive
thighs, he knew she was right. He knew he had hurt her, and he also knew she
had the power to punish him for it. "Yes Liz, you're right. But I want you to
understand something; I'm not nearly as strong and tough as you are. You took
on most of our football team all by yourself - and kick our asses. I'm not
like you. I wanted to belong, to be accepted as part of the elite group of
jocks in our school; the *in* crowd. And in order to that you have to go along
with their rules; peer pressure you know. I didn't mean to hurt you Elizabeth;
really, I didn't." Mitch looked into the mirror on the wall across the room
and saw Elizabeth's mighty hand poised to strike his rear end again. "Do what
you feel you must Liz, I know I deserve it. But please believe me when I tell
you that I never meant to hurt you." Mitch then gritted his teeth and prepared
himself for the ten more brutal spanks he knew were coming. "I deserve this,"
he repeated, "I really deserve this."

But instead of the hard spanks Mitch was anticipating, Elizabeth did a
surprising thing. She lowered her hand to within an inch of his already sore
buttocks and repeated softly,"I just wanted you to know that you hurt me. I
may appear strong and tough on the outside, but inside I'm just as vulnerable
as anyone else." She then patted him gently ten more times. "That's so you can
tell your teammates you also received your twenty spanks. I'm through
punishing you Mitch. You can return to your home now if you want to, and you
don't have to hide in your bedroom anymore."

As the chasitzed football player got up from her thighs, Mitchell couldn't
help but notice that Elizabeth had tears in her eyes. Elizabeth? Tears? This
incredible supergirl who just two days earlier beat up most of his football
team - as well as the coaches - all by herself; crying? For a few moments
Mitch stood there in silence looking down at her (Elizabeth was still sitting
on her bed) and pondering what he should do next. Then he smiled, sat down
beside her and said,"Elizabeth, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long,
long time but never could build up the courage. You have the most beautiful
hair I've ever seen. Can I brush it?"

When Liz heard this, the sad look she had on her face vanished and was
immediately replaced by one of radiance. "Yes Mitch," she replied with a wide
smile,"I'd really like it if you did."

Mitchell went over to Elizabeth's dresser and returned with her hairbrush. He
sat down behind her on the bed and began to stroke her long, thick, beautiful
blond hair. As he did so, Big Liz reached back with her strong right hand and
began to gently fondle his penis (Mitch was still naked from the waist down),
which quickly became hard...very hard. '"Do you like brushing my hair Mitch?"

"Yes Elisabeth, I do. I find it very...erotic."

Giggling like a little girl now, the mighty Amazon said,"in that case, I
here-by appoint you to be my official 'hair brusher'," and gave his penis a
firm squeeze.

Mitchell stopped brushing Elizabeth's hair and wrapped his arms around her
massive back. "And just what does that entail, your majesty?"

"You're to be over here no later than 8 a.m. every morning. You'll brush my
hair until it's soft and pretty. Then you and I will walk to school together,
spend our free time together and walk home together. And if any of your
football friends should give you any shit about it, you're to tell me who they
are and I'll *take care* of them. We've already lost a year because of this
silly, macho bullshit Mitch, and I'm not going to waist any more time."

Her hair neatly brushed, Elizabeth rose from the bed and began to undress,
revealing for Mitch the full power of her awesome body - 275 pounds of raw,
female muscle packed into a six foot-four inch frame with hands and feet that
can shatter bricks; and beat up football players. She grabbed Mitch firmly by
his shirt and literally ripped it off before shoving him on his back. Lying on
top of him now, the beautiful Amazon wondered how many times she fantasized
about having her handsome neighbor in this position; she couldn't even begin
to count. Finally, she said what she wanted to say for years.

"Mitch, I love you. I've had a crush on you since I first moved into this
neighborhood ten years ago. I would have told you this sooner but I was afraid
my size and strength and fighting abilities might intimidate you; you know,
that masculine pride thingie you guys have."

Mitchell began to laugh when she said this.

"What's so funny?"

"The irony of the situation. You were afraid of me rejecting you because
you're so strong and tough. But the truth is, it's *because* of your size and
strength that I find you so...well, so sexy. I just never had the courage to
tell you this before because it isn't...well you know, socially acceptable for
guys to like strong females. I'm lying here in bed with a girl who can beat up
my entire football team, then forced them all to watch as she brushes her
hair. That was a nice touch by-the-way; you really put us in our place. I came
in my pants when I heard about it."

Elizabeth started to laugh too. "I just wanted to rub their macho noses in it;
take them down a notch or two. But I also found it very erotic to have all
those strong, tough guys completely under my power - I had an orgasm while I
was brushing my hair; tee, hee, hee." Elizabeth reached down and began to
fondle Mitchell's penis again. "And speaking of orgasms, my parents won't be
back until Sunday evening. The house is ours until then. So I suggest we take
advantage of the situation, lover-boy."

"As your official hair brusher, is that another one of my duties?"

The mighty Amazon put her muscular arms around the boy she had a crush on for
the past ten years and squeezed him tightly into her large, firm breasts.
"It's not a duty Mitch," she giggled,"it's one of the perks of the job."