George is very smart and the heavyweight wrestler for the school's wrestling team. That's all George has going for him because he is not very good looking and his 6 foot 2 inch frame weighed 378 pounds. When kids gave the wrong answer in class he made fun of them and gave the correct one. He especially liked to shame the dumb jocks. They had everything going for them. Looks, athleticism, muscular bodies and pretty girls hanging on their arms. So knowing the right answer when they didn't have a clue made George feel superior. But that superior attitude is what started all of his trouble. Dennis is the star athlete at school and does alright in all of his subjects except math. In math he is completely lost. His girlfriend Amy Masters is head cheerleader and is the prettiest and sexiest girl George has ever seen. Amy is 5 foot tall and weighs 109 pounds. She has shoulder length light brown hair, bright grey eyes, ample breasts, fine looking legs, a firm gorgeous ass and a pretty smile on a very beautiful face. In George's opinion Dennis treated Amy like shit. So making a fool out of Dennis in math class made George feel good about himself.

Today George is ecstatic. He's made a fool out of Dennis twice in math class and Amy even laughed at him once for giving the wrong answer. That of course really made George's day. Then while sitting in the cafeteria eating his lunch, he saw Amy and Dennis arguing. A few more heated words were exchanged before Amy stormed off with tears in her pretty grey eyes. He went after Amy to console and comfort her and she told him he was sweet for caring. Yes today George was sitting on top of the world. But his world was about to come crashing down all around him. George was on the planning and decorating committee for the home coming dance so he was expected to be there even if he didn't have a date. He was behind the table filling cups with punch when he saw Amy storm off in anger again. This time she came straight to him. "Will you take a walk with me George? I have to get out of here for a while and I don't want to be alone. You were so nice to me the last time and I really need someone to talk to. Will you please come George?" She pleaded.

"Sure Amy. I would be happy to." He got someone to cover for him and he and Amy left for a walk outside. With Amy hanging on his arm he paid no attention to where they were going. She guided him to the back of the school and out to the tree line just off of school property. He was agreeing with everything she said and basking in the glory of being alone with his dream girl. So when Dennis and three of his friends jumped out from the trees and grabbed him he was totally taken by surprise. He looked at Amy and screamed. "RUN AMY AND GET HELP!" He was totally confused when he saw the large grin on her pretty face. "Are you really that stupid George? Did you really think I wanted to be with you? You're pretty dumb for the smartest kid in school. This whole thing was a set up from the beginning fat boy and you fell for it hook line and sinker. I'm tired of you making fun of Dennis in math class so I was happy to play the sad, mistreated girlfriend and sucker you in. And it worked perfectly fat ass because here you are."

"Yeah Georgie Porgy." Dennis said smiling. "You're not so smart after all. You shouldn't have made a fool out of me in math class fat boy because now you're going to pay for it. I'm gonna kick your fat ass and humiliate you while Amy watches and laughs." George was held by two of the boys while Dennis and the other boy beat him up pretty bad. Then all the boys stripped off his clothes and spray painted his large body. Stupid Fat Ass on his front and Fat Ass Loser on his back. Amy laughed at his predicament and made fun of his fat body and little dick throughout his torture. Then they tied him up with his own clothes and left him there crying as they walked off laughing. The only thing on his mind after that was revenge. He began using the weight room to get his body in better shape. Six months later George weighed 402 pounds and a lot of it was solid muscle. His stomach was still large but it wasn't all fat anymore. And his arms and thighs were very muscular and very thick. He made his plans and waited for Friday night. Amy was first on his list of victims because she had happily participated in his humiliation and lured him into the trap. The boys would get theirs after he had shamed and humiliated her.

Friday night arrived and George was as excited as a young boy at Christmas time. Amy would be on the side lines cheering for the boys basketball game. After it was over they would shower and change back into their street clothes before going to the young peoples hangout to celebrate. Amy was so vain about her appearance she was always the last one out of the girls locker room. The school would be empty so there would be no one there to rescue her. It was payback time. George was waiting in the wrestlers training room which Amy would pass on her way out of the school. As he had expected, all of the other girls had gone. There was no one left in the school but him, Amy and the assistant janitor. The assistant janitor just happened to be a very large boy who had been belittled when he had attended school here two years ago. He was happy to help out after hearing George's plan. He knew how it felt to be ridiculed.

George heard the girls locker room door open and looked out. Amy was headed his way wearing cut off jeans and a short sleeveless tan colored tank top. He waited for her to pass by with a large grin on his face. She was going to be very sorry she helped make a fool out of him. As she passed the open door George reached out to grab her wrist and pull her into the room. He shut the door and rang the emergency bell with one short blast. The janitor's signal to lock the door from the outside. He turned to Amy and smiled while she was screaming at him. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING GEORGE?" "I better hear a good explanation for this fat boy or you'll be in serious trouble." "Oh there's a good explanation for what I'm doing you bitch but you're not going to like or enjoy it. I've waited six months to pay you back for your treachery and tonight I'll have my just reward. You'll find out just how it feels to be humiliated and shamed when I'm through with you. So shut your mouth you lying bitch because I'm in charge now." He hatefully replied.

"The door is locked from the outside and you can't get out. The assistant janitor is a friend of mine and he won't open it until I ring the emergency bell again. It has to be rung with the code we agreed on so it won't help you to ring it. No one else is in the school Amy so you're trapped and at my mercy. Now you know how I felt when you and your friends pulled your funny little prank." George pulled off his sweats and Amy's mouth dropped open when she saw his muscles. "Yeah Amy I have muscles. I've worn baggy sweats for six months to hide the fact that I've built up my body for this day. If you ever attended a wrestling match you would have noticed. But wrestlers aren't good enough for miss high and mighty to waste her precious time watching. Dennis and his friends will be next. But you have the privilege of going first you lousy bitch. I'm not going to spray paint you or break any bones but I'm certainly going to give you a good beating and a very humiliating spanking. My friend even brought me a wooden paddle that his Father used to use on him and his brother when they were bad. Your lying treacherous ass is mine bitch and I'm going to enjoy every second of my revenge."

Amy was standing there with her hands perched on her hips while tapping her foot and smiling at the very large muscular wrestler. "What the hell are you smiling at bitch? I'm not bluffing. I'm going to hurt and humiliate you just like you and your friends did to me six months ago." George irately asked. "I'm smiling because what I told you six months ago is still true. For such a smart kid you're awfully stupid sometimes and this is your biggest and most stupid mistake yet. You really messed up fat boy." "You're a wimp Georgie. I don't care how many muscles you have you'll always be a wimp. Being a Heavyweight wrestler doesn't worry me at all because I'm going to whip your fat ass and turn you into a whimpering cry baby. The humiliation you experienced six months ago will seem like a party when I'm through with you." She threatened with confidence. Amy removed her shoes and socks and the small carry all around her waist filled with her make up. She backed up to the wrestling mats and beckoned him to her with her finger. "You must be delusional if you think you can beat me Amy. Look at the difference in the sizes of our bodies. I'll break you in half without reaching a sweat." He confidently boasted. "Then quit running your mouth and step over here to prove it." Amy replied.

If the bitch wanted to commit suicide then George was happy to oblige. He approached the beautiful cheerleader with hate in his eyes and revenge in his heart. His 402 pounds against her 109 was a slam dunk for the angry heavyweight and he was going to thoroughly savor the moment. His large frame charged at the petite girl to grab her in a spine breaking bear hug. Amy side stepped to her right and slapped the back of his head as he clumsily stumbled on by. "SLAP!" Rage filled his face as he turned and charged her again while screaming at the top of his lungs. Amy faked left and then went right and slapped him again as he passed. "SLAP!" Being slapped really pissed the bulky young man off so he began swinging powerhouse punches at Amy to pile drive her to the floor. But Amy was way to fast for his heavy body to catch up to. She dodged and swayed around all of his thunderous attempts with a smile on her pretty face. This just made George more angry and more determined.

The bone crunching punches kept coming but the beautiful female warrior danced around them all with ease. George was getting more and more agitated with each miss and her fucking smile and taunting mouth was really pissing him off. "Like I said Georgie once a wimp always a wimp. You couldn't hit me if I closed my eyes and stood perfectly still. You're just a loser and that's all you'll ever be. I'm going to beat you down like a dog and show you just how big of a loser you really are fat ass." Amy taunted. George's thick muscular body was built for close up fighting where he could use his great strength and weight advantage like he did in his matches. It was not good for chasing his quarry while throwing massive punches that continuously missed their mark. He was finding that out as he quickly tired. His massive punches were getting slower and his breathing was labored and irregular. Amy on the other hand was still fresh and about to teach the large muscular boy a very painful lesson.

She noticed how her open hand slaps had irritated him into going crazy trying to hit her. His massive bulk made his punches so slow that she could easily avoid them. She didn't want him to think about getting her in the floor for a wrestling match because he was much to big for her to handle in a ground war. Right now anyway. After he tired himself out trying to take her head off with wildly thrown haymakers she would teach him a lesson on the mats. But for now she had to keep him thinking fist fight. She decided to drive him over the edge by slapping the shit out of him when ever the opportunity presented itself. She was going to bitch slap his fat ass and humiliate George while she sweetly smiled and taunted his pitiful efforts. That should do the trick. If she was humiliating him with hard slaps his mind would stay focused on trying to hit her back. And taunting his pitiful efforts should anger him enough to work harder at trying to hit her. George threw a heavy right at the bitch he hated and it missed her dancing body by a mile. "SLAP!" Amy bitch slapped him with her own right. "If you fight like this against the boys you're in deep shit Georgie." She teased. With murder in his eyes George tried a left and right roundhouse trying to take her fucking head off and shut her smart ass mouth. Amy ducked them both with ease and let him have it again. "SLAP!" Her left slap made his jowls bounce on his chubby face. "Your pathetic punches seem to miss me quite a bit fat boy." She taunted.

Amy's slaps were stinging his pudgy face and totally pissing him off. George went out of his mind throwing sledge hammer punches at the bitch he hated more then anything but he just couldn't connect. "SLAP!..SLAP!" Amy's right and left turned his face bright red. It was partially from her bitch slaps and partially from his rage and embarrassment. "That's how you do it Georgie boy now try again." The agile female fighter dodged another wrecking ball punch and opened up on him with a smile on her beautiful face. "SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!" "Do you see just how pathetic you are Georgie boy?" "SLAP!" "I'm going to beat you so bad you'll beg me to quit." "SLAP!" "You're going to be crawling at my feet and pleading with me to let you out of here". "SLAP!" "Your face is going to be a swollen mess and you'll be crying like a little baby when I'm through with you." "SLAP!" "If I raise my voice you'll be so frightened you'll piss your pants." "And the best part is there's nothing you can do to stop me. Is there you fat ass wimp?" "SLAP!" "Cause you're punches are so weak and feeble a two year old could avoid them." "SLAP!" "I would say you fight like a girl but I seem to be doing just fine." "SLAP!..SLAP!"

George's face was really hurting and he was getting exhausted. He had to grab Amy and put her in the floor while he still had the strength. That was his only option. Amy of course was elated. Her tactics had worked just as she thought they would to exhaust the over weight moron. His mighty frame was stumbling around like he was drunk and his heavy punches were nothing more than pitty pats. His cheeks were fire engine red and slightly swollen and the bewildered look on his face told her he was confused and losing courage with every miss. Georgie boy would soon be putty in her hands to shape and mould as she saw fit. In desperation George lunged at Amy and managed to grab her right wrist in his left hand. A large grin spread across his red face knowing he was finally in control. He reached for Amy with his right hand and she automatically raised her left to ward him off. Their fingers became laced together and his grin got even larger. I'VE GOT THE BITCH AND SHE CAN'T ESCAPE! He said to himself. My revenge is finally here. He laughed out loud and applied enormous pressure to her fingers.

His inner celebration was short lived when his large grin turned to shock and disbelief. His muscular right arm was bending at the elbow and his huge fingers were being bent back. He was right handed and he knew Amy was too and his muscular arm was six times the size of hers. But he was unbelievably losing a test of strength with his strongest arm against Amy's weakest one. During his confusion Amy yanked her wrist out of his grasp and grabbed the top his left hand. She bent his hand down which caused considerable pain to shoot through his wrist and George whimpered. Amy laughed and George felt so ashamed he wanted to die. This can't be happening. He said to himself. Revenge was within his grasp and it was quickly slipping away. Six months of training and lifting to change his flab into muscle was about to go down the drain. It seemed impossible but the beautiful girl who weighed less then one quarter his massive weight was proving to be stronger then he was. His shock and confusion turned to fear when his thick legs began to tremble and his knees buckled. George put everything he had into fighting back but it was useless. His forminable strength was gone and Amy was in complete control.

All that energy spent chasing Amy and all the missed punches while she slapped him silly had sapped his mighty strength. He whimpered again when the pain in his wrist and fingers grew unbearable. Then he screamed in despair when his buckled knees hit the floor. "NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Amy held him on his knees while she laughed and taunted the heavyweight wrestler she had just put down. "I told you Georgie boy. Once a wimp always a wimp. You're mine now you pathetic fat ass loser. I'm going to humiliate you until you beg and cry just like I predicted you would." Amy applied more pressure to his wrists and his head dropped to the floor at her feet while he screamed in pain. "AARRGGGHHHHHH!" Amy put her bare foot up to his face and he turned away. A quick burst of power to his wrists made him scream like a little girl. "AAIIEEEEEEEEE!" "Don't move that face again or I'll really give you pain." "IS THAT CLEAR?" She asked as another burst of power hit his wrists. "YESSSSSSSSS!" He answered with a loud whine. "Good boy. Now turn that ugly face back over here." She ordered.

George turned his red face back and Amy rubbed her bare foot over his mouth and nose. About five seconds of that was all he could take before he turned his head in disgust. A high pitched scream escaped his lips when the pain increased from another burst of power. "AAIIIEEEEEEE!" "I warned you fat ass." Amy dropped his right hand and grabbed him by the hair. She pulled his head up and stuffed it between her thighs in a standing head scissors. She grabbed his left arm to hold it while she changed her grip with her right hand. Then his left arm was bent up his back in a hammerlock. When his left arm was situated she reached down and took hold of his right arm to bend it behind his back as well. His ear piercing scream filled the room when she jerked his large arms up his back and crushed his skull with her strong legs. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Awww, is the little girl hurting the big bad muscle wimp? Get used to it fat boy because I'm going to hurt you a lot." After a few minutes of torturing his arms and head Amy turned him loose and stepped back. "You wanted to beat the shit out of me muscle head so get up and try it." She ordered. George slowly climbed to his feet and raised his fists. He tried to ignore the pain in his massive arms that Amy had inflicted on him and shook his head in an attempt to clear up the dizziness her crushing legs had caused. Amy decided it was time to show him who was boss. He needed to be put in his place and her female fists was going to put him there. His slow lumbering punches were easy for the female fighter to avoid while her fast moving fists was going to take him apart. George tried to mount an offense but Amy beat him to it. And defending against her accurate punches was impossible. She was just to damn fast. "SMACK!" His eye hurt. George threw a powerful right and left with mean intentions but they missed their mark. "SMACK!" Now his nose was in a great deal of pain.

A heavy handed three punch combination was fired at Amy by the bulky male. She easily avoided them and fired back. "SMACK!..SMACK!" She busted his mouth and swelled up his eye. George tried a double left jab and they missed their target. "SMACK!" Now his other eye was beginning to swell. He attempted a right cross that didn't connect and she dodged his left hook with ease. "SMACK!" A painful bruise appeared on his chin. Amy ducked his mighty roundhouse, avoided another left jab and slipped his thundering right cross. "SMACK!" She broke his nose and smiled when he whimpered. This is fun. Amy thought to herself. She had never been in a fight before but she had watched quite a few boys fight one on one. Each trying to bend the others will while he showed off his fighting prowess. She understood the thrill they must have felt because she was having a ball making a fool out of muscle head. And it was so easy too. He couldn't fight for shit. While she wasn't having a problem finding his ugly face with her punishing fists. And his thick muscular arms were getting weaker by the minute. Her gorgeous body trembled with antisipation when she thought about the terrible beating she was going to give the muscle bound wimp.

Fear was beginning to show on George's face. This was not going like he had pictured it in his mind. For six months he dreamed about what he was going to do to the treacherous little bitch but his dreams had turned into a frightening nightmare. And the reality of the nightmare was painful and humiliating. Amy was hurting him with every punch she landed and she was making him look like a complete fool. He had to do something or he was going to be ridiculed and shamed worse then the last time by a GIRL! George turned desperate. He began throwing wild punches as quickly as he could deliver them. Huge fists bent on destruction were flying at the pretty female gladiator in a futile attempt to grind her into dust. But they were so pitifully slow and awkward she easily danced around them all. Amy was learning to turn her firm body and put all of her weight behind every punch. Her crisp snapping female fists found their target with astounding regularity. They rapidly swelled his large face and changed it's color.

"SMACK!" He winced when his eye exploded in pain. "SMACK!" Now both lips were split and bleeding. "SMACK!" His other eye was throbbing and swelling. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Two chubby cheeks began to change colors. "SMACK!" His jaw felt like it had been hit with a hammer. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His head repeatedly snapped back. "SMACK!" A right cross staggered him and he nearly went down. His mighty strength was ebbing fast and both of his arms were getting heavy and hard to hold up. His legs were beginning to wobble trying to support his 400 pounds of muscular weight and he didn't know what to do. His hated enemy was completely unmarked and thoroughly enjoying herself while she beat him senseless. Her small feminine fists felt like sledgehammers every time they struck his swelling face and he couldn't seem to get out of their way.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Amy drove him backwards with authority. His large heavyweight frame was getting easier to guide where ever she wanted it to go. His thick muscular arms were starting to flop at his sides and become totally useless to the muscle bound wimp. She smiled when she saw his bulky legs buckle from her precise punching. She owned him and she knew it. He was going down and he was going down hard. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Four solid fists sunk deep into his slightly flabby stomach and sucked the breath right out of him. "CRACK!" An uppercut exploded on his chin and George went down like a ton of bricks. Amy stood over George with a triumphant look on her pretty face. 400 pounds of heavyweight male muscle lie at her feet and she was the one who put him there with her fists. She never felt so strong and powerful in her life. She had to have more. She wanted to totally humiliate the muscle bound wimp beyond his wildest dream.

"GET UP GEORGIE BOY! You wanted to fight so get up and face the consequences. I'm going to beat you like a drum until you beg me not to hurt you anymore. You'll be an obedient, whining little puppy when I'm through beating your pathetic muscular body to a pulp. The big bad heavyweight wrestler will fear the beautiful cheerleader while he cries and crawls at her feet. NOW GET UP AND FEEL MY POWER YOU BIG WIMP!" George was scared to death. The look in her steel grey eyes turned his legs to water when he climbed to his feet. That sweet face he always thought was beautiful had turned into something hideous and frightening. Absolute fear spread throughout his large muscular body when she came at him. He tried to run to the bell and give the signal to get away from the terrifying female but Amy quickly caught him.

She grabbed him from behind and wrapped her arms around his to pull them back. In contrast to their size it looked like baseball bats wrapping around telephone poles but she easily held him in her firm grip. "Where you going fat ass? Don't you want to play with me anymore? You haven't given me the bad beating and painful spanking you bragged about. In fact you haven't done anything but lie at my feet and whimper." She taunted. Amy put her knee in his back and pulled his upper body towards her. George's loud screams of terror were music to her ears. "AAIIEEEEEEEEE!" "Awww, is that the big bad muscle bound wrestling wimp I hear screaming like a frightened little girl?" She bent him back a little more and his painful screams intensified. "AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy held him in her firm grip and laughed right in his ear. "Those big muscles of yours don't seem to be keeping me from bending you like a pretzel fat ass. They're worthless boy just like you. Now let's continue our one sided battle of the sexes."

Amy spun him around and crushed poor George's jaw before he knew what was happening. "SMACK!" His rubbery legs immediately buckled and he hit the floor like a sopping wet dish rag. "C'mon Georgie boy I'm not done with you yet get on your feet." George stumbled to his feet and put up his ham like fists. "That's my boy. Now give me your best shot." George's gigantic body was trembling so bad he could barely stand but her taunting mouth was really pissing him off. He fired what he thought was a powerful right cross but it was so slow and lumbering Amy could have avoided it blind folded. She leaned her upper body back to make him miss and slammed her fist into his eye. "SMACK!" George keeled over and landed at her feet with a whimper. "Let's go fat boy I'm just getting warmed up." George managed to make it to his feet but he couldn't control his noodle like legs. His rotund body staggered one way and then another before he was able to stop his momentum and steady himself. Amy looked at his dazed face and glassy eyes and laughed while she calmly curled her fingers in his shirt to keep him on his feet. "You won't be giving me any trouble after this will you Georgie boy? You'll be doing what ever I say." "SMACK!" George slumped to his knees and fell against her. "Upsy daisy fat boy." Amy dragged him to his feet and pried open one of his drooping eyelids. "You look a little sleepy fat ass would you like to lie down and take a nap?" George helplessly stood there sagging in her grip as Amy drew back her fist and let it fly. "SMMMACK!" George crumpled like a wilted flower and landed at her feet out cold.

Amy straddled his sleeping body and slapped George awake. It looked like a house cat pinning a rhino to the floor but the cat was ferocious and the rhino was scared to death. It was time to break his spirit and bend his will to hers. Beating him at his own game would completely finish George. His mighty muscular arms were weak and useless so it was wrestling time. Amy slipped her feminine arms under his much larger ones and clasped her hands behind his thick neck. She was barely able to get her fantastic looking legs around his enormous girth but she managed it and locked her slender ankles in his lap. She applied pressure to her combination holds and heard the big boy whimper from the pain. He tried to power out of the full nelson so he could use his mighty arms to free himself from her leg scissors but his useless arms were to exhausted to break her hold. Amy poured on the power to both holds and listened to his frightened screams. He was putty in her hands and she loved the powerful feeling it gave her. She wanted to hurt him more then she ever wanted anything in her life. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

She held him there for over five minutes to prove she was now the stronger of the two. George could only scream, whine and whimper the whole time because he was powerless against her forminable strength. He was close to tears when Amy finally released him. He flopped over on his stomach and lie there whimpering like a lost little boy. Amy grabbed his wrists and placed her foot in the middle of his back. Then she stretched his mighty arms out in a painful surf board and turned giddy with power when she heard him crying. Amy stepped off of his back and laid his useless arms across it. They were so numb and painful George didn't have the strength to move them. While he passively laid there Amy lifted his trunk size legs and crossed one foot over the other. She sat down on his lower back and wrapped her gorgeous legs around his to hold them in place. Then she laid back to trap his useless arms beneath her body and reached behind her to cup his chin in her hands. When her holds were secure she pulled up on his chin and legs at the same time. George tried to scream when the awful pain registered in his brain but it came out muffled because of her chin lock. "MMMFFFFFFFFFFF!"

After torturing him for a few minutes Amy turned him loose and sat up. She unfolded his legs and placed a foot behind each of her shoulders. Then she leaned back and applied enormous pressure to the Boston Crab. George screamed like a broken hearted child from the brutal pain stretching his bulky legs and mighty frame. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy laughed at his whimpering screams while she poured on the power. Tears of shame flowed from his swollen eyes while he beat on the floor with his useless arms. Amy let him go and flipped him over on his back to straddle his barrel like chest. She easily pinned his weakened arms to the floor and sat up. "Is that tears running down your fat cheeks Georgie boy? Did the mean little cheerleader make the big bad heavyweight wrestler cry like a baby? Get used to it fat boy because your going to be crying a lot before I'm done with you. And you can't do a damn thing to stop me. Can you you little wimp?" She teased.

"Now lets work on that ugly mug of yours and see if we can't make you a little more handsome." Amy smiled when she saw fear covering his frightened face when she raised her female fists and started to beat him senseless. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Heavy tears poured out of his swollen eyes like two roaring waterfalls and his painful screams were loud and very high pitched. Amy noticed his cheeks were so pudgy her fists couldn't strike hard enough to cause any damage. But she had an idea to fix that. She climbed off of his massive frame and picked up one of his bulky legs. "I need to get something to fill out your big mouth so my fists can strike them solid and I don't want you to get away because the fun is just starting. So I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt your leg so you can't escape. I'm sure you understand why I have to do this." She said as she took his foot in her delicate hands and savagely twisted it around. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" George screamed like he was dying. When she dropped his leg and walked off it was as limp as a noodle.

Amy retrieved her tan socks and headed back to George. He was on his belly trying to crawl away but his tortured arms wouldn't work well enough to help him. She smiled and stomped on his back. "STOMP!" His big mouth flew open and he wailed like a banshee. Amy sat down and easily pinned his muscular arms back to the floor again. His bawling mouth was still open with slobbers running out when she stuffed her socks in it. One on each side to firm up his cheeks for her solid punches. She smiled and started beating him again. "SMACK!..SMACK!" "Oh yes that's much better fat boy." "SMACK!" "Now I can really make you handsome." "SMACK!" "Anything would be an improvement over what you have." "SMACK!" "Are you beginning to realise I'm kicking your ass like I promised I would?" "SMACK!" "I told you being a heavyweight wrestler didn't worry me." "SMACK!" "Like I said weakling you're a wimp." "SMACK!" "And you'll always be a wimp." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

George's face was a train wreck. His eyes were black and blue and nearly swelled shut and the cartilage inside his broken nose was a total mess. Both cheeks were swollen at least twice their size and a rainbow of colors. His mouth was badly swollen and very grotesque looking and his face was completely covered with cuts, bruises and abrasions. The poor boy was crying rivers and scared out of his mind. The pretty cheerleader had thoroughly broken the 400 pound heavyweight wrestler. His spirit, his will, his courage and his heart were completely crushed by the beautiful female he hated so much. The only emotion he felt was fear. Fear of the beautiful fair haired GIRL sitting on his chest. He prayed she would stop beating him senseless and let him go because he knew he would need her permission to get out of there. Amy was totally in charge and he wasn't man enough to challenge her authority. He broke down and cried his heart out.

Amy finally stopped beating his face to a pulp and sat back. "That should show you who's boss." She said as she removed her socks from his swollen mouth. "Have you had enough fat boy or do you want somemore?" She sternly asked the severly beaten male. "YESSSSSS AMY YESSSSSSS!" He screamed in fear. "Are you sure muscle head because I would be more then happy to continue your lesson?" "NOOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE AMY I GIVE UP!" He begged. "Good boy. You better obey every order I give you you big sissy or I'll beat you within an inch of your miserable life. Do you understand me?" "Yes.. Amy.. I.. understand. I'll.. do.. what.. ever.. you.. say.. just.. please.. stop.. hitting.. me. I.. can't.. take.. anymore." He pleaded with a broken heart. "Good boy. I see the fear in your eyes so I believe you." She replied. Amy climbed off of him and stood up. "Take off your T shirt and wipe your face. And quit that damn crying." George obediently removed his T shirt and wiped his badly swollen, tear stained face. He tried to quit crying but he couldn't stop his tears. Amy was standing above him tapping her foot like she was getting impatient and it terrified him. "Quit crying fat boy or I'll really give you something to cry about." She threatened. He finally stemmed his tears but his massive frame was still heaving up and down with heavy sighs. Amy was satisfied.

"Kiss my feet and apologise for trying this stupid stunt." She ordered. George looked down at her bare feet and started crying again. Just thinking about the degrading act she ordered him to perform made him feel sick. Amy grabbed him by the hair and roughly jerked his head up. "SLAP!.."SLAP!" "I SAID QUIT CRYING AND I MEANT IT!" He tried but her stinging slaps and raging anger frightened him out of his mind. "LAST WARNING FAT BOY! QUIT CRYING OR ELSE!" She warned. George was finally able to get himself under control. "Good boy. Now kiss my feet like you belong there and I would advise you to do it properly. Or I'll finish the job on your pitiful ugly face." "IS THAT CLEAR?" She sternly asked. He shook his battered head yes and groveled at her feet. His lips were sore and horribily swollen but George was afraid of what she would do to him if he disappointed her. So he firmly kissed her pretty toes and the soft smooth skin of her upper foot. Amy made him grovel for quite awhile to prove she was in complete control. He obeyed her without wavering.

Amy was satisfied she had broken the heavyweight wrestler and was certain he would obey her every command. "That's enough sissy get on your feet." George slowly struggled to his feet and wobbled on unsteady legs. Amy placed a finger under his chin and turned to walk towards the bench against the wall. He obediently followed her while she towed him along behind her with one finger. When she reached the bench she ordered him to remove his shorts and underwear. He began to cry again but he obeyed her without question. Amy sat down on the bench and looked up at George with a sweet smile. "Crawl across my lap so I can give you the spanking you thought you were going to give me." She commanded. "Please.. Amy.. don't.. do.. this." He pleaded. She angerily shot to her feet. "SMACK!" "I EXPECT MY ORDERS TO BE OBEYED IMMEDIATELY!" "SMACK!" "UNDERSTAND!" "SMACK!" "UNDERSTAND?" "SMACK!" "UNDERSTAND?" "SMACK!" "YESSSSSSSSSS! I UNDERSTAND AMY!" He painfully screamed. "THEN GET YOUR 400 POUND WEAKLING ASS OVER MY LAP BOY!" She said as she snapped her fingers.

George crawled across her lap while his tears began to trikle down his swollen cheeks again. Amy picked up the wooden paddle to examine it. It was 18 inches long including the handle with a striking length of one foot. There was three holes drilled in it that were evenly spaced. Amy took his left arm and shoved it under her firm ass to trap it there. His right arm was placed on his back in a hammerlock and easily pinned there with her left hand. "Time for your spanking Georgie you've been a very bad boy." She said with a smile. Amy brought the wooden paddle down with all of her strength. "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" George howled like a banshee while she turned his bare ass fire engine red. After about fifty strokes she stopped and dumped his ass in the floor at her feet. The heavyweight wrestler was uncontrollably bawling and trembling with fear. When Amy looked down at him she felt so powerful her female body was tingling all over.

"Get up." She ordered as she stood in front of him. George climbed to his feet and stood there with his sobbing head drooped to his barrel chest. "Am I going to have anymore trouble with you?" She asked in a no nonsense voice. "No Miss Amy I'll never bother you or Dennis again. I'm sorry I tried to beat you up and spank you and I'm sorry I came up with this stupid plan. Please forgive me Miss Amy." He pitifully begged. "Not yet fat boy. Now put your underwear on and cover that pitiful little dick of yours." She commanded. "Yes Miss Amy." He blubbered as he obeyed her order. "Good boy. Now follow me." Having the 400 pound wrestler docile and submissive while he obeyed her every whim made her knees weak and her insides melt. And George calling her Miss Amy out of respect and fear was an intoxicating and very powerful drug. She discovered she loved dominating someone and making them completely afraid of her. Especially a male the size of George who should have been able to snap her like a twig without any problem. Dominating a man that big made her feel completely invincible.

Amy walked over to where she left her shoes and the little carry all filled with her make up. George followed her like a trained pup. She knew he wasn't a threat to attack her from behind because he was thoroughly broken and belonged to her. Amy was absolutely sure the thought never entered the muscular boys mind. "Lie down and don't move a muscle." She commanded the submissive male. "Yes Miss Amy." He whined while he plopped his huge body down. Amy rummaged through her make up bag and pulled out her pink lip gloss. She straddled his lower half and began writing on his large chest. George raised his head to see what she was doing and got punished. "SMACK!" "I SAID DON'T MOVE NOW STAY DOWN BOY!" She continued writing while the muscular young man obeyed her. When she was finished she ordered him to his hands and knees so she could write on his back. George obeyed without question. When she was through writing she ordered him to his feet. He submissively stood there waiting for further orders while Amy checked her work.

Amy smiled as she read it to herself. Across his back she put. STILL A FAT ASS LOSER! His front read. BEATEN BY AMY! "Go pick up my socks and bring them here." She ordered. "Yes Miss Amy." George whimpered while he scurried over to pick up her socks and ran back to her. "Here Miss Amy." He said trying to hand them to her. "I don't want them dumb ass. Put them back in your foolish mouth where they belong." George instantly stuffed them back in his mouth without saying a word. Amy put on her shoes and placed the lip gloss back in her little tote bag. "Get your ass over there and ring that damn bell. It's time to get out of here." George hustled over and rang the bell with the pre determined signal. Amy waited at the door for it to open. "Stand still and don't move when that door opens." The door came open and a large young man a little over 300 pounds stood there with a big grin on his face.

It evaporated when Amy reached out and grabbed his shirt to drag him into the room. "So you're Georgie's little helper huh?" She cocked her fist and smiled when his face turned as white as a sheet. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" He slumped to the floor crying. "If you ever pull another stunt like this I'll see that you're fired." "IS THAT CLEAR?" "Yes ma'am it's clear." He whimpered. "Good boy. Now gather Georgie's clothes and keep them for him." "UNDERSTAND WIMP?" She asked with her hands on her hips. "Yes ma'am. What ever you say." He said while cringing in fear. "Good." "Lets go Georgie boy." She grabbed George by the hair and marched him out of the school wearing only his underwear. When they reached her car she ordered him to get in. Tears trickled down his swollen battered cheeks when he realised what she was going to do. But he climbed into her car without hesitating. Amy drove them to the drive in hang out and dragged him out of the car. She proudly paraded him around the lot while everyone laughed and ridiculed the heavyweight wrestler. His tears were flowing heavily but he never tried to disobey her. She commanded. He obeyed.

When everyone had seen him Amy sat down at one of the outside tables. "Remove my socks from your mouth and place them up on the table." George obeyed. Amy kicked off her shoes and smiled as she looked at him. "Get down there and kiss my feet you pathetic little weakling. And stay there until I order you to quit." "Is that clear?" "Yes Miss Amy." He whimpered as he crawled under the table. "Good boy." George groveled at her feet and kissed them while she talked and had fun with her friends. He blocked the laughter and rowdy comments from his mind. He was pleasing his owner and that was now his purpose in life. He was where he was supposed to be. At Miss Amy's feet.