Zoë Beats the Bully
By ImP
Zoë destroys the school bully in a brutal fight.

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Billy Hughes was pleased with himself, as usual. On a hot Saturday 
afternoon he and his mates were enjoying an illicit drink in a secluded 
area of the local park. He leaned forward to grab another can of lager. 

“I thought we said two each. That’ll be your third.” Graham complained. 

“Yeah. Well who’s arguing then?” Graham looked away downcast. No-one 
argued with Billy Hughes, ‘Billy the Bully’ as he was called, though 
never to his face. “Anyway” Billy continued, “who was it who pinched 
them from the off-license anyway.” He sat back and smiled to himself; 
just past his sixteenth birthday he would be leaving school at the end 
of term, and that was just a couple of weeks away. A fact for which 
neither he, nor his school, had any regrets. He was a ‘natural born 
bully’ as one of his teachers had described him. Disruptive in class, 
threatening to his friends, intimidating to his teachers, and downright 
brutal to those younger than him, boys or girls. Especially girls ‘most 
girls like a bit of violence’ he would boast ‘it turns them on’. 

As his mind idly turned to matters of sex he caught sight of three girls 
walking across the park close to where they say. 

“Hey grab an eyeful of those three.” The other two looked around and all 
three jeered and called across to the girls who were now quite close. 

“Oh it’s that stuck-up little bitch Zoë Clarke from 4B.” said Bryan 
whose previous attempts to chat-up Zoë had been summarily dismissed. 

“Yes and that’s Melanie Black, and Jo Chambers with her.” Replied Graham 

“She may be a stuck-up little bitch, but I wouldn’t mind being stuck up 
her.” Billy laughed at his pun. “They’re taking the short-cut. I’m going 
to head them off; we could have some fun.” Billy got to his feet and 
stood across a nearby path right in the way of the girls. 

“Where do you think you’re going girls.” Melanie and Jo shrunk back 
clearly intimidated by the older boys but Zoë stood her ground. 

“Excuse me but we’d like to pass. We’ve been shopping and we’re going 
home.” Her voice was clear and calm but inside she felt her heart 
thumping. 

“Oh la-di-da. You’d like to pass would you? Well not until you’ve given 
me a kiss darling.” Billy was quite confident that it wouldn’t just be 
one kiss that Zoë would have to give. 

Zoë was outraged, her cheeks flushed with anger. 

“I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last man alive Billy Hughes. You’re 
just a foul-mouthed, revolting bully. Now let us pass.” There was an 
appalled silence. No-one had ever spoken like that to Billy Hughes 
before and no-one knew what his reaction would be. Even he was 
momentarily stunned into silence. 

“If you’re not going to give me a kiss I’m bloody well going to take 
one.” Then he stepped forwards up to Zoë and putting his hands on her 
arms pulled her towards him to kiss her. Zoë lashed out with her foot 
and caught him a sharp blow on the shin. Billy started angrily. 

“Ooh the little bitch likes to kick does she? Right then if you want to 
get passed you’ll either have to fight me or..” He left the end of his 
sentence hanging in the air. 

“Or what?” Zoë was determined to brazen it out now. 

“Or fuck me.” Billy burst into peals of laughter. No-one else joined in. 

Zoë felt the adrenaline surging through her and she knew that there was 
no way she could retreat now. 

“All right. I’ll fight you.” Melanie and Jo looked at her in amazement 
and horror. Even Billy was astonished – he didn’t expect her to take him 
seriously. It was ridiculous for a fourteen-year-old girl to be 
challenging a sixteen-year-old boy to a fight, but now Billy could not 
retreat. 

“OK then. If you’re serious. If you really want to go ahead.” He 
expected her to give way. But Zoë was steadfast. 

“Yes. I’m serious. I’ll fight you, and I’ll beat you.” 

“You and whose army? I’ll thrash you and make you kiss my arse girlie.” 
Billy was back to his aggressive bravado. 

The group returned to the patch of grass where Billy and his mates had 
been drinking. It was surrounded by trees and they wouldn’t be 
overlooked by anyone passing by. Melanie and Jo were trying to dissuade 
Zoë from her undertaking; they were sure that she would be badly beaten 
up, and worse but Zoë was made of sterner metal than they were; she had 
been taught to stand up to bullies. Meanwhile Graham and Bryan told 
Billy to go a bit easy on her, if he hurt her too badly the police might 
become involved, but Billy assured them that it would be a very quick 
fight and that she’d give up pretty quickly after he’d hit her a couple 
of times. 

The two groups faced each other across the grass – Billy took a couple 
of confident strides to the centre and waited for Zoë and then watched 
in amazement as she started to strip off. Zoë realized that speed not 
strength was her only hope, and although she could kick harder wearing 
shoes these would impair her movement and make it easier for Billy to 
catch her. Her blouse and skirt were quite new and she didn’t want to 
damage them and she reasoned, quite correctly, that the sight of her 
body just in minimal bra and pants would prove a real distraction to 
Billy. 

And so the two of them faced each other. One a brawny sixteen-year-old 
boy dressed in T-shirt and jeans with fashionable new trainers. The 
other a slim, attractive fourteen-year-old girl just starting to develop 
the curves of full womanhood. It looked a most unequal match. 

Zoë had never been in a fight before and was unsure of what to do. Her 
parents had schooled her in self-defence and she knew that a man’s groin 
was his weak spot, and she had also been told that if she was in a fight 
and obtained an advantage then she must carry it through to utterly 
defeat her opponent ‘that way you can be sure he wont retaliate’. But as 
to starting a fight she was ignorant. She waited, light-footed and 
agile, for Billy to make the first move. 

It wasn’t long in coming. He waded in, not so much punching more like 
boring, Zoë nipped to one side and delivered a quick punch to Billy’s 
face. It was the first blow that she had ever thrown in anger and as it 
hit its mark she felt a frisson of pleasure. She knew that her punches 
would not carry much weight so that body blows would be futile. 

Billy laughed at the blow but he was irritated, and Zoë could tell. She 
skipped away from four more charges landing her own rapid ripostes to 
the bargain. Billy was starting to pant heavily and face was becoming 
red with effort and Zoë’s punches. He stood upright to catch his breath 
and dropped his arms to his sides. Zoë saw her chance and leapt in 
aiming a kick at his balls. At the last moment Billy ducked and the kick 
missed his groin but still landed satisfyingly into his stomach – he let 
out a grunt and then bellowed like a bull as he charged at Zoë again. 
This time she threw herself down at his legs and he went crashing over 
her and fell with a thud onto the grass. 

Zoë was quickly on her feet looking for an opportunity to follow up her 
advantage but Billy was also regaining his feet and looked at her in 
some bewilderment. This was not going as he expected at all; he had no 
idea how to beat this girl when he couldn’t lay a hand on her, and her 
stinging blows were starting to hurt like Hell. His confidence had ebbed 
away to almost nothing, but he had no choice but to continue. 

He tried once final manoeuvre, and it almost worked. He feinted in one 
direction went in another and caught Zoë with a punch to her breast. The 
blow sickened her and brought tears to her eyes, but it also stiffened 
her resolve. Before Billy could throw another punch Zoë summoned up all 
her strength and drove her right fist hard into his balls. Billy’s punch 
stopped literally in mid-air and his face crumpled. This time Zoë did 
not miss her opportunity, she threw two more sickening punches to his 
balls before Billy was able to react and put his hands down to protect 
himself. 

Billy’s face was now unprotected so Zoë stepped back and put all her 
weight into a punch that landed smack on his nose. He staggered back a 
couple of paces before his knees gave way and he slumped to the ground. 
From behind her Zoë could hear her friends cheering her on: 

“Go on Zoë, finish him off! You’ve got him!” Their voices rising to a 
screech. 

So Zoë did. She almost ran forward and delivered a hard kick right to 
the point of Billy’s jaw. Billy just carried on kneeling there but his 
eyes went glassy. Zoë ignored the pain in her foot and launched herself 
into mid-air to deliver another devastating kick. Billy’s head snapped 
back and he slumped unconscious to the ground. 

The adrenaline charge was such that Zoë could not stop now. She was not 
merely going to win this fight but she was going to destroy Billy Hughes 
for good and all. She jumped onto his chest first with feet and then her 
knees before sitting astride him. From this position of dominance she 
landed punch after punch to his defenceless face until she sat back to 
take breath. Oddly enough the punches had served to resuscitate Billy, 
but not to fight. He was beaten and he knew it even though it was all 
that he knew. 

“Please.” He whimpered. “No more. I give in.” Zoë stood up and looked 
down at the grovelling youth at her feet. 

“What did you say that you were going to do to me?” She asked. “Strip 
me. Make me kiss your arse. We’ll see who’s kissing whose arse.” And to 
the amazement of everyone looking on she started to strip Billy’s 
clothes off starting with his T-shirt which she threw to one side and 
then his shoes and jeans which were thrown back to her friends. Finally 
she pulled down Billy’s underpants to leave him completely naked. He had 
made no effort to stop her but just lay sobbing on the floor. 

Melanie and Jo ran forward to get a good look; he was the first naked 
adult male that they had seen in the flesh, and it must be admitted that 
he didn’t have a bad body. But now the girls were just gloating on his 
nudity and humiliation. 

“Pity we didn’t have a camera with us we could have stuck up his photo 
on the school noticeboard.” Said Melanie giggling. Meanwhile Bryan and 
Graham, who had been watching their erstwhile friend’s debacle with some 
satisfaction, felt strong erections growing in their jeans. What Zoë did 
next almost caused them to come straightaway; she stood over Billy and 
slipped off her pants, then sat down on his face. 

“Come on. Kiss my arse.” She reinforced the command by bouncing up and 
down on him. Billy made a feeble attempt to purse his lips but they were 
just battered by Zoë’s trim buttocks. The fight had stimulated Zoë more 
than she realized she couldn’t understand her own emotions but was 
driven by them to the inevitable outcome. She swivelled round on Billy’s 
face and grabbing his hair in her hands pulled his face into her pussy. 
She used him like a dildo as she rubbed her pussy over his face until 
she came; it was her first real orgasm and it left her temporarily 
stunned and breathless as she spent her juices over Billy’s face. 
Melanie and Jo looked on in fascination, Bryan and Graham with deepening 
desire. 

“Look. He’s getting a hard-on.” Jo called out. Zoë looked round and sure 
enough, Billy’s cock was showing signs of life, more signs of life than 
he was. Zoë went round and knelt between his spread thighs and took his 
cock between her hands. It sprung erect at her silky touch as she 
quickly masturbated him to a painful climax squeezing on his aching 
balls as he came. Zoë leapt up in delight, tore off her bra and stood, 
one foot on Billy’s chest her arms held in a victory pose. She was the 
Amazon Warrior and delighted in the adoring looks of her friends, and 
the lustful slavishness of the boys. 

Graham and Bryan stole away quietly, that night they would spend 
masturbating for hours at the thought of being beaten up by Zoë. Melanie 
and Jo collected up Billy’s jeans and trainers while Zoë dressed. 

“We could take these to the Oxfam shop. At least Billy will be of some 
use to the community.” The girls danced off giggling, Zoë relishing her 
new status. Tomorrow she might ache with bruises and stiffness but she 
was the new heroine of the school and everyone would know it. 

The End