The Intruder
By M.C.
A pretty high school gymnast is confronted by a large male intruder in her home when she’s all alone.


Chapter One: The Uninvited Guest

Sherry Wilkins was enjoying the last days of her summer vacation from school
one Saturday afternoon chatting online with her girlfriends on the gymnastics
team. With her parents away for the weekend, the pretty, 17 year-old brunette
and star of her high school's gymnastics team had the house all to herself -
and she planned to make the most of it. Having spent most of the morning doing
all of the chores and errands that her parents had asked her to do while they
were away, she now had a day and a half to just chill - and that's exactly
what she intended on doing.

As she chatted away with her friends, Sherry thought she heard what sounded
like a window being forced open from the outside coming from another room. She
excused herself from the chatroom and prepared to investigate what was causing
that sound. Sherry tied her long, pretty brown hair into a ponytail and
quietly opened her bedroom door. When Shelly poked her head outside for a
look, she saw a surprising sight. For there, standing not twenty feet away
from her, was a very large and well-built male figure who was wearing a ski
mask to hide his face. She was being robbed, and right in her own home!

After a quick look over, Sherry concluded that the intruder was not armed with
a gun (although she couldn't rule out that he might have a knife). But he was
much larger than she was, should she decide to confront him. So, what's a girl
to do? Well, if you're a strong girl (albeit a rather small one) who also
happens to hold black belts in both Tai Kwon Do and karate and can shatter
bricks and boards with her hands and feet, you might do what Sherry did. "Hey
there big boy," she called out, "are you looking for something? Perhaps this
little girl can help you."

Although he was wearing a ski-mask, Shelly could clearly see that the
intruder's reaction to her sudden appearance caught him completely by
surprise. He was obviously not expecting anyone to be home. Both of her
parent's cars were not parked in the driveway as they usually were - one they
took to go away for the weekend while the other was parked in the garage.
Shelly thus concluded that whoever this intruder was, he had been watching her
home for a while. Could it be somebody from her neighborhood? That seemed
likely to her. But who? That she was about to find out.

"You've come to rob us, didn't you?" the intrepid girl said as she approached
her large and uninvited guest. "Well I'm afraid that I really can't allow you
to do that. So if you'll kindly take off your mask and surrender to me, then I
won't have to rough you up. But if you should choose not to, well then you'll
just have to face the consequences of your decision." To an outside observer,
the scene that was now unfolding in the middle of the living room of Shelly's
home was surreal. A five foot-three inch, 120 pound girl was facing off
against a much larger male who (Shelly later found out) stood six feet-four
inches tall and weighed in at a well-muscled 245 pounds. But despite this, the
intrepid girl didn't display so much as even a trace of fear!

Staring down at the much smaller girl that was confronting him now, the large
and strong male must have thought that overpowering her would be a piece of
cake so to speak. That his vastly superior size and strength would make this
confrontation a gross mismatch. And to a degree he was right about that; but
not in the way he thought. Because while the fight against her did indeed
prove to be a mismatch, it was he that received a severe beating; a beating
that he would probably never forget for as long as he lived.

Chapter Two: The Confrontation

WHAM! With a sudden and surprisingly strong roundhouse kick to the side of his
face, Shelly stunned the large male and sent him reeling backwards. Before he
even had time to recover from her initial blow, the pretty brunette surged
forward and, with several more lightning fast and well placed punches and
kicks to his face and mid-section, drove her large antagonist back into one of
the corners of the room. Trapped into the corner and unable to maneuver away
from her, the would-be robber tried to defend himself as best he could from
the non-stop series of blows that Shelly was now raining down on him. And
while he was able to block a few of her kicks and punches, the vast majority
were getting through, with devastating effect.

Trained since she was three years old by her mother (an expert in martial arts
who wanted her daughter to be as strong and as tough as she is) Shelly does
indeed hold black belts in both Tai Kwon Do and karate which made her more
than capable of dealing with her intruder's superior size and strength - a
fact that became ever more clear to him the longer the fight continued. In
fact the pretty girl even found the time to tease him while she was beating
him up.

WHAM! "What's the matter big boy? Is the little girl too much for you?" Shelly
teased as she slammed another kick to his face. "You can't say that I didn't
warn you - CRACK! - can you?" PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! KICK! After pummeling the
large male with her board-breaking hands and feet for several minutes, Shelly
stopped and took a few steps back. She untied her ponytail and calmly fluffed
up her long, pretty brown hair - if only rub in to the intruder that he was
being thoroughly outclassed by a much smaller girl. "I'll say this for you big
boy, you make a nice punching bag for me to practice my punches and kicks on.
Maybe I can take you to the self-defense courses for females that I teach at
my mother's dojo so that my 'girls' can also use you for target practice; hee,
hee, hee." Shelly tied her hair back into a ponytail again and prepared to
continue the fight.

Furious, the large, strong male charged forward; throwing wild punches as he
did. But Shelly easily either blocked his errant blows or simply avoided them
altogether. And, after his ineffective attack waned, she resumed hers. WHAM!
POW! SOCK! THUMP! And back into the corner he found himself. The pretty
gymnast continued to pound the now helpless would-be robber with her lethal
hands and feet until his strength finally gave out. Barely able to stand up,
the large male lowered his arms to his sides. He was beaten and he knew it. As
Shelly could clearly see blood seeping through his ski-mask, she stopped her
onslaught and took a few steps back again. "Had enough big boy? Would you like
me to stop beating you up? Or do you want me to continue? Either way is O.K.
with me as I could use the workout; but I'm not sure that you can take too
much more of this."

For the first time since he entered her home, the large intruder spoke. "No
Shelly," he said, "I've had enough. Please stop beating me. I give up. You're
too strong for me." Now it was Shelly turn to be surprised. For not only did
her uninvited guest call her out by name, but his voice seemed very familiar
to her. The small gymnast approached her battered opponent, reached up and
yanked off his ski-mask; revealing who he was. "Roger? Roger Wallace? You're
the one that tried to rob my house? But why? Why on Earth would you want to
rob us Roger?" The large, strong boy slumped to his knees and began to cry as
Shelly, who was now standing just a few feet in front of him with her hands on
her hips, waited for his answer.

Chapter Three: Shelly's Terms

Roger Wallace and Shelly were almost exactly the same age - in fact he was
just a month older than she was. But even though he lived only two blocks away
from her and they had gone to the same schools (even sharing some of the same
classes) they never had a relationship with one another. He was always the
big, strong, tough athletic jock (in fact Roger was the star middle linebacker
of their high school football team) who was very outgoing, always hung out
with his athletic friends and was very popular with the girls. Shelly, on the
other hand, despite her prodigious martial arts and gymnastics skills, was
much more of an introvert. She preferred to spend her spare time either in her
mother's dojo (where she taught self-defense classes for women and girls) or
with her girlfriends on the gymnastics team. So Shelly and Roger's paths
seldom crossed.

But despite this, Shelly always held a kind of attraction for her large,
athletic neighbor and could never understand why he wouldn't even say "hello"
to her when they passed by one another in the school halls. "He must be a
conceited snob," she thought to herself whenever it happened. And although she
never took it too personally, now, after having beaten him up rather badly
when he tried to rob her home, Shelly started to feel anger building up
towards him. Several minutes went by before Roger, in a very meek and pathetic
tone of voice, asked, "Are - are you going to call the police on me Shelly?"

The pretty brunette walked over to the large boy, reached down, grabbed him
firmly by the sweatshirt he was wearing and yanked him to his feet. Then she
pinned him against the corner. After she thought about his question for a few
moments, Shelly said, "No Roger, I decided not to call the police on you. That
would mean you'd be arrested, kicked off the football team and expelled from
school. Any hopes that you might have had about winning a scholarship to play
football at a university or college somewhere would be dashed; probably
forever. So no Roger, I won't call the police." There was a noticeable look of
relief on Roger's battered face when he heard her say this. But then Shelly
continued, "But I will have to punish you for what you tried to do here
today."

Still holding the large and badly beaten football star firmly by his
sweatshirt, the surprisingly strong, 120 pound girl dragged the 245 pound
football star into her bedroom. She sat down on edge of her bed and yanked him
across her knees. "You've been a very naughty boy today Rogie," Shelly said as
she pulled the training pants and boxer shorts that he was wearing to his
knees, "so mommy has to give you a good spanking", and so she did. After just
a few hard spanks from Shelly's strong right hand, the pretty little gymnast
had the big, strong football star crying like a baby and begging her to stop.

"Oh you poor, poor thing you," Shelly teased. "Is the little girl's spanking
too much for the big, strong, rough, tough macho man? How pathetic. All right
Rogie, I'll stop spanking you. But I'm not through with you yet, not by a long
shot. Now get up!" After he had done so, Shelly also rose and pointed to her
bed. "Sit down!" she demanded. "And don't you dare move a single inch until I
get back!" Shelly went into the bathroom, opened up the medicine cabinet and
returned with some medical supplies. Then she sat down on a chair in front of
Roger and began to tend to his wounds - wounds which she, ironically, had
given him only a few short minutes earlier.

"For seventeen years you and I have lived only two blocks away from each other
Roger," Shelly began as she started to treat him. "And in all that time you
have never paid any attention to me; not even when we pass by each other in
school. And then all of a sudden, today you finally remembered that I'm alive
- by trying to rob my home! What did you need the money for anyway? I hope it
wasn't for drugs; was it?"

"No Shelly, it wasn't for drugs; I don't do drugs. This Tuesday will be
Cathy's 17th birthday and I wanted to buy her something nice and take her out
to dinner; but I don't have the money (Cathy is Roger's girlfriend and the
head cheerleader, a pompous and conceited girl whom Shelly doesn't
particularly like). So I noticed that both of the cars that are usually parked
outside of your home weren't there so - so (at this point Roger began to cry
again and couldn't go on)."

Shelly knew that she had Roger exactly where she wanted him; and so did he.
After all, she had caught him red-handed robbing her home and beat him up in a
fair fight. Although she did tell him that she wouldn't be calling the police,
that didn't mean she wouldn't be punishing him in other ways. She could, for
example, force him to break up with Cathy and become her boyfriend simply by
threatening to beat him up and spank him in front of the entire school if he
didn't agree. A big, strong macho jock beaten up and spanked by a girl half
his size in front of all of his friends? What boy, least of all a proud
athlete, would want that to happen? An evil smile crept across Shelly's pretty
face when the idea occurred to her.

Fortunately for Roger, Shelly quickly dropped the thought. She was, after all,
not cruel; but nevertheless did feel that she had to punish Roger for breaking
into her home and attempting to rob her family. But what would be a proper
punishment for his crime? "Roger," the pretty brunette began after she had
finished treating his wounds, "I think I've decided on the proper way that I'm
going to punish you for what you tried to do here today. It's almost one P.M.
now. You're going to stay here with me until six and do everything that I ask
you to do - and I do mean EVERYTHING! Any refusal on your part will result in
another beating and/or spanking; depending on how I feel."

After a brief pause Shelly continued. "Now, most of these things you probably
won't want to do; in fact probably all of them. But nevertheless you will do
them to my satisfaction. Remember, I could call the police and ruin your life;
couldn't I? Or I could beat you up again. This way you'll be free to leave
after six and I promise that no one will ever have to know about any of this.
I won't tell anyone, and I rather doubt that you will either (smirk). It'll be
our little secret. Is all of this clear to you Roger?" When he nodded "Yes",
Shelly smiled. "Good. Now, stand up and take off all of your clothes. And let
me remind you again that any failure to immediately comply with my demands
will be delt with harshly - SMACK! - (Shelly punched her right fist into her
left palm with surprising force). "Is this clear?" Again the large boy nodded
and they both got up.

Chapter Four: Shelly's Wonderful Afternoon

After Roger and Shelly had both stripped off all of their clothes, the pretty
little gymnast ordered the large football star to lie down crosswise on her
bed so that his head was dangling over the side. After he had done so, she sat
down on his chest and positioned herself so that her pussy was only a few
inches away from his face. Shelly then reached down and locked her fingers
around the back of his head. "O.K. big boy, for your first task this afternoon
you're going to pleasure me until I tell you to stop." Then she forced his
face into her womanhood.

Shelly had actually never been pleasured by a boy before but always wanted to
experience it. And since she now had this big, strong athlete completely under
her control, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to explore what it felt
like - and it felt GREAT! Adding to her pleasure was the fact that she, a 120
pound girl, could force this big, strong 245 pound football star to do what
she wanted; and there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. Roger
was, in short, hers to command. Despite her fantasies, this was the first time
that Shelly had actually experienced female domination first hand - but she
knew now that it would definitely not be the last.

After she climaxed, the pretty brunette walked Roger over to the full length
mirror on one of her bedroom walls. Shelly untied the ponytail that she still
had her long, beautiful brown hair in and let it fall over her shoulders and
halfway down her back. Then she handed Roger her hairbrush and ordered him to
brush her hair and tell her how pretty it was while doing so (another form of
female domination that Shelly had long fantasized about). Standing in front of
the mirror with her hands on her hips, Shelly smiled as she looked at their
reflection and once again began to feel aroused by the feeling of the complete
domination that she had over this big, strong boy. She reached back and began
to gently fondle Roger's ample penis.

"What do we have here Rogie? Getting a hard-on are we?" Unable to resist the
urge, Shelly continued teasing her 'prisoner'. "Gee, you must really like
being dominated by a little girl like me. Is that it Rogie? Is that why you're
getting hard? Tee, hee, hee." Not wanting to waist his erection, and feeling
very aroused herself now, the pretty little gymnast marched Roger back to her
bed and made him lie down on his back, then she mounted him. And as Shelly
began to enjoy the greatest sex that she ever had up until that point in her
life, she once again thought about forcing Roger to break up with his
girlfriend so that she could make him her boyfriend.

Over the course of the next several hours, Shelly made Roger pleasure her two
more times and even pussy whipped him, just to see how that would feel. She
also raped him the standard way, with her on top of course. Finally, and not
too soon for Roger, Shelly glanced over at the clock on the wall. "Well Rogie,
it looks like your ordeal is just about over. We're down to the last half-hour
of your 'sentence'. I'll bet you can't wait for it to be over and be free
again." Roger looked over at the clock and sure enough, it was 5:30 P.M.
Shelly was lying on top of him and playfully tweaking his nose. "BEEP, BEEP"
she giggled as she did. "I want to thank you for this lovely afternoon Rogie,
and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did; tee, hee, hee." But then her tone
changed and she got serious.

"You know Roger, while we were having sex I seriously considered forcing you
to break up with Cathy and make me your girlfriend instead. It wouldn't have
been all that difficult for me to do either. All I would have had to do is
threaten to beat you up and spank you in front of the whole school after the
summer break ends next week. I mean just think about it. Big, strong, rough,
tough Roger Wallace, beaten up and spanked by little Sherry Wilkins; all 120
pounds of her! You'd become the laughingstock at school for the entire senior
year. And after I did it, Cathy would break up with you anyway. Do you really
think that she would want to be with you after you've been publicly beaten and
spanked by a little girl?" Roger begin to tremble when he heard Shelly say
this; so she decided to put his mind at ease.

"But in the end I decided not to do that Rogie; so you can stop shaking. It
wouldn't be right. After all, I became an expert in martial arts in order to
beat up bullies, not to become one myself. So you and Cathy are safe. Now,
since you still have twenty more minutes of your sentence to serve, you have
time to brush my pretty hair again." Shelly and Roger rose from the bed,
walked over to the mirror where the large, strong football star began to brush
the little gymnast's hair - his final chore!

Chapter Four: The Aftermath

After Roger finished brushing Shelly's hair they both got dressed. "Before you
leave Roger, I have a little something for you. Shelly went over to her
dresser and opened the top drawer. She reached inside and took out her wallet,
opened it and took something out. "Here Roger, this is for you." Roger looked
at it and his jaw dropped - it was a one hundred dollar bill! "I want you to
use it to buy Cathy a nice birthday present and then take her out for a lovely
birthday dinner."

When she noticed the stunned look that Roger had on his face, Shelly grinned
and said, "Despite the fact that you deserved to be punished for trying to rob
us, I have to admit that your motive for doing so was very romantic. So, given
what I put you through over the last several hours - beating you up, spanking
you, forcing you to pleasure me, brush my hair, pussy whipping you and just
plain old raping you - I thought that this might be a way of evening things
out between us. I'm under no illusions that you and I will ever become friends
Roger, certainly not after what transpired between us this afternoon. But at
the very least, you might not hate me as much as you might have otherwise. So
please take the money. It's a gift, not a loan so you don't even have to pay
me back."

Shelly gently took Roger by the hand and led him out of her bedroom and over
to the front door. Roger was very quiet, as if he was doing some serious
thinking. Before she opened the door to let him leave, the little gymnast put
her small - but surprisingly strong - arms around the large boy's waist.
"Let's have a little huggie before you go Rogie; just to show you that there
are no hard feelings. As I told you before, nobody ever has to know what
happened here between us this afternoon; it'll be our little secret." Then
Shelly began to squeeze - and boy could she ever squeeze!

"Shelly," Roger cried out after only a few seconds of Shelly's 'little
huggie', "please stop this. You're hurting me." With her arms still tightly
wrapped around the much larger boy's waist (although Shelly did ease up a bit
after Roger began to plead with her to do so), the pretty brunette couldn't
resist the urge to rub in one more time that, despite Roger's vastly superior
size and strength, she, the little girl, was still very much his superior.
"What's the matter big boy?" Shelly teased, "is the little girl's hug too much
for the big, strong, rough, tough football star? Oh you poor thing you; tee,
hee, hee."

When Shelly finally released him from her anaconda-like grip, Roger slumped to
the floor, gasping for breath. "I'm sorry about that; but sometimes I forget
just how fragile you 'tough guys' really are." Shelly helped Roger to his feet
and opened the front door. "Good-bye Rogie," she said as she smiled up at him.
"And do have a wonderful birthday celebration with Cathy on Tuesday." Then she
giggled and added, "And if you ever want to come back here and play with me
again or brush my pretty hair for me, feel free to do so now that you know
where I live; tee, hee, hee." Shelly watched from her front doorstep as the
large boy slowly made his way down the street towards his home - he never
looked back. After Roger had vanished from her sight, the pretty girl sighed
and returned to her bedroom to resume chatting with her friends on the
gymnastics team.

Chapter Five: Four Weeks Later

It had been exactly four weeks since that "Wonderful Saturday Afternoon" (as
Shelly refers to it) when the pretty gymnast first battered and spanked the
large, strong Roger Wallace after he broke into her home and tried to rob it.
And after beating him up, she forced him to become her "sex slave" for the
next several hours. Since that time, whenever she and Roger passed by each
other in school (which was several times a day) he never looked her in the
eye. "I guess that's understandable," Shelly thought to herself. "After all
that I put him through that afternoon. Not that he didn't deserve it. I mean
he did try to rob my home; right? I could have brought in the police after I
had subdued him; but I didn't. Be that as it may, he is a proud athlete and
being physically dominated and sexually humiliated by a girl must have been a
tremendous blow to his male ego. Still, it would have been nicer if things had
worked out differently between us. But I guess that it just wasn't meant to
be."

Then Shelly thought, "It's kind of strange that I haven't seen Roger and Cathy
together since the new school year began three weeks ago. Hmmm, I wonder why
that is." Shelly's thoughts were interrupted when the front doorbell rang. And
when she went to answer it, she received the shock of her life. For there,
standing right in front of her, was the six foot-four inch, 245 pound form of
none other than Roger Wallace! A few awkward moments of silence followed as
Shelly's mind raced for something to say to break the ice. "What's wrong
Rogie?" Shelly finally managed to say. "You couldn't find an open window to
crawl through this time?"

"Actually if you recall, that didn't seem to work out too well for me last
time; did it Shelly? ("Touch�," Shelly thought to herself. "Brains and brawn,
I can deal with that"). I was watching your home and noticed that your parents
are away again this weekend. And didn't you give me an open invitation to come
over and brush your hair whenever I wanted to?" (Shelly did in fact invite him
back, although she never actually expected him to take her up on the offer).
Well here I am Shelly. I've come to brush your pretty hair; provided you want
me to of course."

"But what about Cathy, Roger? Are you guys still together?" Shelly's question
was met with a sly smile. "No Shelly. Cathy and I broke up shortly after that
little encounter that we had here four weeks ago. But it was not because of
you; well not directly anyway. I bought her a nice present for her birthday
with the money that you gave me but she didn't like it - she didn't even say
'thank you' when I gave it to her. Then I took her to a nice restaurant but
she didn't like that either. All-in-all it was an eye opening experience for
me and I began to realize what a self-centered and conceited snob Cathy
actually is"

Roger paused briefly before continuing. "I guess that I was too na�ve to see
it before. Cathy's physical beauty must have blinded me to the kind of person
she actually was (even Shelly, who didn't like her, had to admit that Cathy
was indeed beautiful). But after our birthday date I finally saw through her,
and I realized that she's definitely not the right girl for me. So I broke up
with her. You, on the other hand, are the right girl for me. You beat me up
fair and square. And though you could have called the police, you chose not to
do so. Yes, you spanked and humiliated me, but you also taught this arrogant
and conceited jock a lesson in humility - a lesson that I clearly needed to
learn. So Shelly, I came over here today to brush your hair as you invited me.
And maybe afterwards we can do some other things (wink)."

The smiling girl reached into the training pants that Roger was wearing (he
had come directly from the weightroom) grabbed him firmly by his penis and led
him straight into her bedroom. Then she handed him her hairbrush and stood in
front of the mirror with her hands on her hips. "O.K. you big, strong, rough,
tough macho man, your new girlfriend wants you to brush her pretty hair. So
get at it!" And so he did.