Race Travis was strolling through his Kingdom. Or at least that's the way he looked at it. Actually it was only his neighborhood in the small town of Valley Grove. But Race saw himself as it's King because he was by far the best athlete to ever grace this town with his presence. When he graduated from high school he was heralded as a hero. He had been the point guard and star player on the basketball team that won a state championship. He also had been the quarterback for the football team and the star pitcher for the baseball team. Now that he was nineteen and out of school he liked to roam around the neighborhood and bask in the glory that was heaped on him where ever he went. Race was very conceited.

While he was walking past the basketball court in the park he noticed a large group of guys standing along the side lines. He smiled as he headed in their direction. It was the perfect opportunity to receive plenty of pats on the back and get his ego massaged by accepting their praise. Maybe he could talk one of them into a game so he could show off his exceptional skills. Always remind them who is the best and why. He said to himself. This back water town will never see the likes of me again. I'll be famous and held in the highest respect until the day I die. That's why I'm the King. And I'll be the King forever. With his strong body standing straight and tall and his head held high, Race strutted towards the basketball court like a proud peacock.

When he arrived he was surprised to see one of his old basketball team mates out on the court with a girl. "What's going on guys? Why is Dan going one on one with a girl? Who is she anyway? I've never seen her around here before?" He curiously asked. "Hey Race. How ya doing old buddy?" Another ex team mate asked him. "I'm fine Pete. What the hell's going on out there?" "Oh that's Bonnie Collins. She just moved here last week and man can she play. She's about to hand old Dan's ass to him. She's up eighteen to two in a game to twenty. It's hard to believe a sixteen year old girl that good looking can handle herself that well on the court." But she's fucking amazing." He said in awe of the beautiful blond. Just as he finished speaking her fifteen footer dropped through the hoop touching nothing but net.

"That's game. Who's next?" The blond asked the crowd. "I am Bonnie." Pete said as he walked on the court. Race started to interrupt but decided to watch her play Pete and study her moves. Less then fifteen minutes later Pete was walking off after being beaten twenty to four. "Any one else?" Bonnie asked the group of young men. Race stepped forward. "I'll take you on little girl." He said with a touch of attitude. "Suits me hot shot. You can take the ball first." She replied with a sweet smile. Race grabbed the ball with an evil grin on his face. He was six foot two and two hundred pounds. There was no fucking way a girl who was five foot seven and roughly a buck twenty five was going to stand a chance against him and his superior ball skills. "You're going down girly. And you're going down hard." He bragged. "We'll see hot shot. Now show me what you've got." She said with confidence.

Race faced her holding the ball. He faked right and then took off to his left towards the basket. He was nearly there for the lay up when the ball was suddenly snatched away by the fleet footed blond. While he tried to stop and change directions she drove in and laid it up for two points. "Two zip hot shot. Here's the ball back. See if you can take better care of it this time." She said grinning at him. Race was totally pissed. The bitch made him look like a fool on that play and he noticed his friends were grinning on the side lines. He vowed it would never happen again. This time Race took off dribbling to his right. After a dozen steps he dribbled the ball behind his back and changed directions. Bonnie stayed with him.

About two thirds of the way to the basket he dribbled between his legs to switch back right and charge the rim. But the ball never made it to his right hand. Just as it bounced off of the concrete Bonnie reached in and grabbed it. His feet got tangled up trying to recover and he fell flat on his face. Bonnie calmly laid it off the back board for two more points. "That makes it four zip boy. Maybe you should get some pine tar for your hands because you keep losing the ball." The proud young mans face turned red with anger. But part of that red color was from being embarrassed. Because his friends were really laughing at him now. He couldn't let a fucking girl ruin his reputation. He yanked the ball from her hands and stalked back to half court with extreme determination on his face.

This time he drove right at Bonnie. He turned his left shoulder into her and tried to force her back. He couldn't believe it when she held her ground and covered him like a blanket. Try as he might he couldn't force her smaller body to back up. He decided to give her a fake and go for the fall away jumper. He was a sixty eight percent shooter from long range in high school so he was confident he could make the twenty five foot shot. Trying to make her believe he was going to charge right, he stopped dead and leaped in the air. To his complete astonishment she leaped with him and took the ball out of the air as soon as it left his hand. A quick dribble to her right and she drained the twenty eight footer with ease. He was left standing there with his mouth hanging open.

"That's six nothing hot shot. I thought I was going down hard. Are you ready to concede or do you want to continue this massacre?" She taunted. "Give me the ball and shut your mouth bitch. I'm about to take you to school." He replied. But his confidence was beginning to waver. "Bring it on little man so I can continue to teach you a lesson. I don't have anything else to do." She said smiling. Race stormed back to half court. He had to some how stop this bitch from humiliating him. If he didn't, the shame would be to unbearable to live with. But it wasn't in the cards for the poor young man. Bonnie was simply to quick. Her defense was unbeatable and her offense was superb. Race crawled off of the court after being handed a twenty to nothing drubbing. The laughter of his friends was still ringing in his ears when he got home. The shame filling him was so overwhelming he felt like crying.

Race stayed in all week and didn't go anywhere. He couldn't stand facing the people who used to idolized him, knowing they were laughing behind his back. But by next Saturday he came to his senses. He was not only the star athlete of the town he was the strongest and toughest guy as well. He might have to put up with a little ribbing but he could handle that. If it started getting out of hand he knew they would back down if he threatened to whip their ass. So brimming with confidence again he left the house to patrol his Kingdom. A few blocks from his house was the drive in burger stand where everyone usually hung out on the weekends. He headed in that direction with his head held high. It felt good to be out and about again. Suddenly all of the worries that plagued him all week had disappeared. The King was back.

As he strolled into the parking lot he saw a large group of people surrounding one of the outside tables. They were all shouting encouragement and loudly cheering someone sitting there. He made his way through the crowd to see what was going on. When the table came into view he was surprised at what he saw. Doyle Baxter was sitting at the table arm wrestling with that fucking blond. Doyle played middle line backer on his high school football team and probably was the strongest guy in town next to himself. "Doyle will make quick work of that bitch." He said to his friend Dan standing next to him. "I don't know Race. She's a lot stronger then she looks. So far she's beaten everyone that has challenged her. Bonnie is fucking incredible." He replied with a large grin.

Race gave him a hard look. These fucking idiots are in awe of her. He said to himself. I have to put an end to this shit. The next thing you know they'll be praising and respecting her more then they do me. I can't let that happen. He stood there and held his breath while he watched the match. He prayed that Doyle would beat her ass and put the bitch in her place. Hell he was as big as a house so he shouldn't have any trouble putting her scrawny arm down. That should show the bitch she's not so fucking hot. But his prayers weren't answered. Doyle's large arm slowly began to descend towards the table. A few seconds later she slammed his hand down and released him. Everyone was cheering her victory like she was the second coming.

I guess I'll have to put her in her place myself and make sure she stays there. He thought to himself. It's the perfect opportunity to redeem myself and gain back the respect I lost last weekend. Then these morons will see she's nothing but a fucking tomboy and doesn't deserve their attention. "Let's see if you can handle a real man Blondie." Race said as he sat down across from her. "Well, well if it isn't the local big mouth basketball hero. Has your game improved any since I humiliated you last weekend?" She asked. "Just put your arm up and shut your fucking mouth bitch. You need to be reminded where you belong and I'm the guy that's going to show you. Your cocky attitude is about to get crushed by the better man because no one has ever beat me in arm wrestling." He replied smiling.

Bonnie just looked at him and shook her head. She really hated big mouth buffoons who had delusions of being greater then they were. Her twenty year old brother Cain was like that until she straightened him out. But this asshole was the worst she had ever met. It was going to be a pleasure to break his spirit and stomp on his pride. She pretended to have a hard time defeating the other boys because she didn't want to permanently bruise their egos. Even though she could have easily beaten them in a few seconds. She liked them because they didn't feel threatened by her superior athletic prowess, nor were they intimidated by her strength. But Race was different. Losing to a girl would be the ultimate humiliation to him. He had to much pride to gracefully accept defeat. It would totally destroy him and his confidence. She was going to enjoy herself while she degraded this bastard.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to challenge me? I've already made you look like a fool once." She asked sweetly. "Are you going to arm wrestle or flap your gums? I think you're afraid to take on a real man. Someone who will prove you're nothing but a weak little girl with a big mouth. So put up or shut up bitch." Race said angrily. "OK little man. I hope your mother is home because you're going to need her to console you while you sit in her lap and cry your eyes out." She confidently responded as she took his hand in hers. Race hatefully stared in her blue eyes while Dan held there arms at the starting position and counted down to start the match. "1..2..3..GO!" He screamed as he turned them loose. The crowd began to cheer for their favorite. It infuriated Race to hear quite a few of them cheering for Bonnie.

Race instantly applied pressure on her wrist but her arm didn't budge. So he put more effort into it and exerted more pressure. He was thoroughly surprised to see their hands still in the starting position and at a stale mate. The large muscle in his arm exploded upward when he put on another burst of power. But to his dismay her arm remained straight up on the table like a statue. Gritting his teeth he looked up at her face to see how much strain he was causing her. He was shocked to see her sitting there smiling. Then he really lost it when she casually raised her left hand to cover the yawn escaping her mouth. Out of his mind with contempt for the blond headed bitch showing him up, he put everything he had into quickly ending the match. It wasn't nearly enough.

"I have to get home and do some chores. So if you're through holding my hand like were lovers I'm going to put an end to this little game you pathetic wimp." While she calmly raised her left hand to check her finger nails like she was bored, she slammed his hand down on the table. Race pushed his way through the crowd and ran home. He couldn't watch while his good for nothing friends congratulated Bonnie on her win. He didn't sit in his mothers lap but he definitely was crying when he rushed to his room. His mind was in turmoil. The event that just taken place was utterly impossible. She's a fucking girl. He kept saying to himself. How could you let this happen. Beating himself up wasn't helping but he didn't know what else to do. He felt completely lost.

After berating and chastising himself for nearly an hour Race settled down and began to think rationally. The only way to escape this nightmare and restore his pride was to beat that blond bitch at something. Since he was bigger and more muscular then she was that competition should be something physical. Perhaps a wrestling match. He said to himself while he grinned. With my seventy five pound weight advantage she wouldn't stand a snow balls chance in hell of beating me. The idea of standing over her broken pile of human flesh body really excited him. I can get my revenge against that mouthy blond cunt and leave her traumatized for the rest of her miserable life. With his decision made he set out to plan her demise. It had to take place in public so he would have an audience to witness his total victory. Revenge had a sweet taste he couldn't wait to sample. Race felt better already.

Sunday morning Race located her house and staked it out. About an hour later she walked out the door and strolled down the sidewalk. He followed at a distance and stayed out of site. She walked a few blocks to the corner market and entered the doorway. Race patiently waited for her to exit. Twenty minutes later she came back out carrying two paper bags. He followed her back home and watched as she went inside. While he was waiting for her to emerge again he realised he was getting a hard on. He admitted to himself she was a very pretty girl. And she certainly had a fine looking body on her. Nicely curved in the right places with tanned legs that would fit over a mans shoulders just right. She had firm breasts and an ass that was shaped perfectly. Her skin was unblemished, her blond hair was silky and her blue eyes were beautiful. He would definitely fuck her if he didn't have to fuck her up.

Race came out of his day dream when he heard her screen door slam. He looked over and saw her walking in the other direction this time. The peach colored short shorts and summer top with the thin straps really complimented her fine looking body. With the white tennis shoes and white cotton socks she was a vision of loveliness. He vowed to fuck her one day in the future. But today he had serious business to take care of. He again followed her at a distance and stayed out of sight. When he realised she was nearing the park a large smile lit up his face. It was the perfect place to exact his revenge. The park was always filled with people on Sunday's. With his audience assured he quickened his pace to get closer to his intended victim.

Race was extremely delighted when Bonnie stopped to talk to a group of girls watching their boyfriends play football. Most of his old team mates were out there along with several other boys from town. The two groups combined added to the people involved in other activities meant he would have roughly fifty people to watch him take the blond bitch down. It was the perfect scenario for his plan to be put into action. Smiling like he had just hit the lottery he came out of hiding and headed for his target. She had her back turned to him so his attack would come as a complete surprise to her. Everything was working out just as he hoped it would. His muscular body was pumped with excitement while he crept up on his victim. Sweet revenge was finally within his grasp.

Without warning Race tackled her to the ground. He quickly rose up on his knees and grabbed her right arm to wrench it up her back in a hammerlock. Bonnie reacted instinctively. She kicked out with her right leg and drove it into his knee. The unexpected maneuver took him by surprise and caused Race to lose his balance. While he was falling to their left, Bonnie rolled with him and ended up on top looking up at the sky. Before Race could collect himself, Bonnie planted her feet firmly on the ground and kicked upward while whipping her hips back. As she somersaulted backwards over his prone body Race lost control of her arm. Bonnie ended up on her knees above his head. When everyone saw there was a fight taking place they gathered around the two combatants with gleeful anticipation.

Race attempted to scramble away so he could turn to face her. Bonnie grabbed a hand full of his hair when he sat up and held him fast. Then she quickly scooted up next to his back and sat down. Before Race could break free she wrapped her strong legs around his waist and locked her slim ankles in front of him. Excruciating pain filled his ribs when she tightened her python legs and poured on the power. Race frantically grabbed her calves and tried to pry them loose. Bonnie wrapped her arms around his and pulled them back. Race was struggling with everything he had to keep her from controlling him but her arms were to strong and her legs were clamped down tight. He tightened the muscles in his waist to ease the terrible pressure on his ribs but each time he took a breath he lost some ground before he could tighten up again. In a few minutes she was painfully crushing his ribs in her vice like grip and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop her.

"That was very chicken shit of you to attack me from behind you coward. I should have known you didn't have the balls to face me like a man." She chided her helpless victim. "Fuck you bitch. You'll be singing a different tune when I get loose." He responded with venom in his voice. "You aren't man enough to get loose wimp. I can keep you trapped here all day if I choose to." Race began squirming to break free and prove her wrong. Bonnie hit him with a burst of power to calm him down. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Race screamed. The awful pain was nearly unbearable. "Hold still boy or I'll crack a few of your ribs. No one escapes from my legs. You'll remain where you are until I decide to let you up. So lie still or I'll really hurt you." Bonnie emphatically told him.

"Kiss my ass you fucking whore. Nobody treats Race Travis like this and gets away with it. I'll get free. And when I do you're ass is mine." He bragged. Race ignored her warning and started struggling again. Bonnie tightened her scissors and squeezed his ribs hard with her strong legs. Race was gasping for air and screaming like a frightened little boy when the pain hit him. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "I told you to lie still punk. My legs are way to strong for you to get out of this scissors hold. Now mind me or I'll crush your ribs and turn them into powder." Race quit struggling for the moment. But when he heard some people in the crowd snickering at his predicament he renewed his efforts to break free.

Bonnie hadn't used the full strength of her gorgeous legs yet. When he started to struggle again she decided to teach him a lesson in obedience. She let him have full power for about ten seconds before she backed off. It worked to perfection. He stopped moving and screamed his head off. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The enormous pressure she applied to her scissors made him feel like his ribs were caught in a car crushing machine. Race had never felt so much pain in his life. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "STOP! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT! YOU'RE BREAKING MY RIBS! IT HURTS! OH GOD IT HURTS!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Are you going to do what I tell you coward? Or do you need another demonstration of my power?" She sternly asked. Race was nearly in tears when he spoke. "Yes. I'll do what ever you say. Just please stop squeezing me." He whined. The crowd laughed at his pitiful pleading.

"Good boy. Now that we've established who's in charge here, listen up and keep your big mouth shut. I'm going to turn you loose and give you a chance. You need a good ass whipping for pulling that sneak attack on me so I'm going to give you one. You messed with the wrong girl pansy ass. When I get done with you you're going to be scared of your own shadow. You'll be begging like a vagrant and crying like a baby. You may need help getting home because of the torture I'm going to put your body through. By the time I end your suffering you'll have no doubt in your mind which one of us is the toughest." Bonnie released her hold and shoved him away from her with her foot. Then she climbed to her feet and readied herself for battle.

Race was slow getting up because his ribs were still in a great deal of pain. He really wasn't in any shape to continue a wrestling match but the laughing faces and snide remarks coming from the crowd drove him forward. Bonnie smiled and went into a crouch. When Race attacked, Bonnie easily spun him around and wrapped him up in a full nelson. He tried to power out with his larger arms but it was useless. She knew how to use leverage to keep him trapped in her hold. Bonnie bent his head down until his chin was resting on his chest. Then she raised her elbows which forced his arms up higher. The move caused enormous pain to his neck and shoulders. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Race wailed like a banshee. "Ohhh does that hurt?" Bonnie asked sweetly. For once Race kept his mouth shut.

For the next hour Bonnie mopped up the ground with the over matched male athlete. He was thrown, flipped, bent, twisted, pinned, shamed, humiliated and completely demolished. She wrapped him up in so many inescapable holds the poor young man felt like a pretzel. The full nelson sprained his neck and left his arms aching and numb while the Boston crab nearly destroyed his muscular legs. The camel clutch ruined his back and the surf board almost ripped his manly shoulders from their sockets. Bonnie taunted him throughout the whole ordeal while the crowd was laughing their asses off and cheering her on. By the time she finished wrecking his arms in her hammerlock he was thoroughly beaten down. Race was unable to offer any resistance when she put him in a sleeper hold. Bonnie smiled and applied pressure.

When she released him Race flopped to the ground on his face barely conscious. She casually sat down and lifted his groggy head to wrap her beautiful legs around his neck. When she had him situated the way she wanted she gently slapped his face until his droopy eyes opened. When he noticed his head was caught in her vice grip legs he began sobbing like a frightened child. "Are you ready to beg you weak little pussy?" Bonnie asked her conquered victim. Race had no courage left. His entire body was wracked with pain. "Please.. don't.. hurt.. me.. anymore.. Bonnie. I.. give.. up. You.. win. You.. win." He pitifully whimpered. "Are you going to give me anymore trouble you pathetic weakling?" She sternly asked. "No. No. I'll.. never.. bother.. you.. again. I.. swear. Let.. me.. go. Please.. let.. me.. go." He begged. The crowd was laughing hysterically.

"If you ever pull a stunt like this again I'll beat you within an inch of your miserable life. Is that clear sissy boy?" She asked. "Yes. Yes. It's.. clear. Please.. let.. me.. up.. Bonnie. I.. can't.. take.. anymore." He pleaded through his tears. "I can't let you go without putting the final touch on the lesson I just taught you. So say good night wimp. It's time for your nap." She told him with a beautiful smile. Race turned as white as a sheet. Bonnie clamped her legs down tight and squeezed his head with all the power she could generate. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Race screamed until he mercifully passed out. Bonnie released him and stood up. She planted her foot on the side of his head and raised her arms in a double muscle pose. The crowd gathered around and praised her victory. Race lie under her foot sleeping like a baby.

When Race awakened he stumbled home completely ashamed of himself. Everyone he passed knew what happened to him because they all were laughing. He fell on his bed and cried for hours. Then he sat around for weeks feeling sorry for himself. He never left the house and he wouldn't talk to his family. They were really beginning to worry about his health because they didn't know what was wrong with him. They constantly asked but he refused to open his mouth. It was to humiliating to talk about. He spent most of his time in his room, even taking his meals there when he felt like eating. Which wasn't to often. He just couldn't cope with the shame. Bonnie not only beat him physically, she destroyed him mentally too. His life was over. Ruined. He didn't have the nerve to face anyone. Race was a dead man walking.

It was nearly three months before he picked up the phone to accept a call from one of his friends. "Damn Race I've been calling you for months. Why in the hell wouldn't you pick up old buddy?" Pete asked. "I just didn't feel like it Pete. Now drop it." He hatefully responded. "OK man what ever you say. Look Race. My folks are going to be gone the whole weekend. I'm throwing a rip roaring kegger Saturday night by our pool. Beer, food and babes in bikinis. Come on by and have some fun man. It's gonna be a blast. What do you say old buddy?" Race really wanted to. He needed some fun in his life right now. But he wasn't sure if he was ready to face his friends just yet. "I don't know Pete. I'll think it over and get back to you." He told his friend.

Pete hesitated before bringing up the subject he knew was bothering his old friend. "Race, we've been friends since grade school. I know how you must feel about what happened a few months ago and I know you don't want to talk about it so I won't bring it up again. But I really would like you to be here Saturday night. I swear on my life I won't invite Bonnie. So say yes man. The party wouldn't be the same without you." Race started to get angry but he realised Pete was only trying to help him through a bad situation. And he definitely could use a cold beer. Or a hundred. He couldn't hide out forever and Pete's parties were always a barrel of fun. Maybe it was time he faced the world again. "OK Pete you win. I'll be there." He said. "GREAT!" Pete shouted. "You won't regret it old buddy. I'll see you at seven. Thanks for coming Race." "Thanks for being my friend Pete." He replied.

As Saturday approached, Race thought he would be nervous. But he was as calm as could be. Maybe he was over the trauma of being beaten by a girl while she totally humiliated him in front of a crowd of people. Although he still cringed every time he thought about it. The horrible pain he felt in her inescapable wrestling holds was still fresh in his memory. How a girl that small could be so damn strong was beyond his comprehension. She must be a freak of nature. He said to himself. Race decided it wasn't therapeutic to dwell on the degrading experience. It would be much better to drive it from his mind and move on. Hopefully this party tonight will clear my mind so I will be able to concentrate my thoughts on happier times. He said to himself. I can't let one bad incident rule my life.

By the time Race arrived at the party he was feeling much better. Pete was being his usual charming self by keeping Race occupied so his mind wouldn't wander to bad thoughts. Everyone seemed glad to see him out and about. No one brought up the humiliating wrestling match and no one mentioned Bonnie Collins to him. After two cups of beer Race was back to his old self again. He chatted with all of his old friends and hit on several pretty girls roaming around the party. Things were really looking good. He was glad he let Pete talk him into coming. There was a smile on his handsome face that hadn't been there in the last three months. After another cup of beer his spirit was really soaring high. It was turning out to be a great night. Race was in such a good mood he didn't think anything could happen to spoil the good time he was having. He was dead wrong.

About eight o'clock six more bikini clad females showed up. When Race heard there was fresh meat at the party he sauntered over that way to mingle and perhaps grab one of the young ladies for himself. His manly hands hadn't touched a female in quite a long time. He was horny as hell and had an overwhelming urge to make out with a beautiful girl. Life was finally back to normal and it felt great to live again. He found his way through the group of young men and women until he spotted the new arrivals. Putting on his best smile he approached the females with a load of confidence. But when the six girls parted so he could get a look at all of them he froze right in his tracks.

There she stood. Her fabulous body dressed in a snow white bikini with her silky blond hair flowing around her creamy shoulders. The one female he definitely did not want to see was standing right in his path. When Bonnie looked up her luscious lips parted into a beautiful smile. "Hey there weakling. I haven't seen you around in a while. Where have you been hiding?" A cold chill ran down his spine. He couldn't look at her beautiful confident face so he dropped his head and stared at her bare feet. A crazy thought crossed his mind that her feet were even shaped perfectly. That surprised him because he was never interested in a females feet before. "What's the matter hot shot? Cat got your tongue? Or are you afraid you might say the wrong thing if you speak to me and get your ass kicked again?" She taunted. Race began to tremble. He tried to stop it but it was useless.

Pete quickly stepped in to calm things down. "Lay off Bonnie. I don't want any trouble here tonight. This is supposed to be a party so let's all enjoy ourselves and leave the past behind us. OK?" He asked the beautiful blond. Race felt like a wuss for letting Pete step in to fight his battle. That didn't set well with the muscular athlete. He shouldn't need protection, especially from a girl. Somehow his courage got a boost from that thought. He raised his head and spoke up for himself. "It's OK Pete I can handle this." He told his friend. "Are you sure man?" Pete asked concerned. "Yeah Pete I'm sure. Go enjoy yourself old buddy. I'll take care of this." He said with a touch of confidence. "What ever you say man." Pete replied while he backed off.

"Look Bonnie, I'm not looking for trouble. Let's just forget what happened between us and have some fun. What do you say?" He politely asked. "Sure why not. I have nothing to prove. Everybody here knows I can whip your ass with one hand tied behind my back. So it would be pointless for me to show them again. Get me a beer and you got a deal wimp." She answered. Race could feel the anger building up inside of him. For once in his life he tried to be humble and this bitch used it to spit in his face. It irritated him all to hell. "You just couldn't let it go could you? You had to get in one more dig to remind everyone of the humiliation I suffered at your hands. What the fuck is your problem anyway." He asked hatefully.

The beautiful smile on her face was replaced by a sneer. "You better watch your mouth boy. I'm not in the mood for your macho crap. One more word and I'm going to beat you senseless. Now keep your big mouth shut and get me that beer like I told you to." She responded. Race lost it. Common sense and reason no longer existed in his brain. The only thing there was hatred for the blond headed bitch standing in front of him running her mouth. His courage was bolstered by that hatred and it drove the fear from his mind and from his heart. His muscular body was still shaking like a leaf but it wasn't because of fear anymore. He was madder then he had ever been in his life. Race wanted to rip the bitch's head off and serve it to her on a platter. So that's just what he attempted to do.

With his anger over riding his better judgment Race threw a right cross at her beautiful face as hard as he could. When Bonnie easily dodged it he lost his balance and stumbled forward. By the time he righted himself, Bonnie was ready for the confrontation. "Well what do you know the weakling found some courage. Fortunately for me, it's my job to beat it out of him." She said with a smile. Race ran at her with destruction on his mind. Bonnie raised her gorgeous right leg and snapped it forward. The sole of her foot struck him right in the face. "WHAP!" Race staggered back and nearly went down. Pete saw what was going on and started to break it up. But two girls each grabbed one of his arms and wrenched them up his back. "Let them fight asshole he started it." One of them told him. "Yeah boy stay out of it." The other one said. Pete wasn't stupid. He wasn't about to tangle with two females. Especially after looking in their cold eyes. He stood helpless in their grasp and didn't move a muscle. "Good boy." The two said with a smile.

Race raised his muscular arms and cautiously approached his hated enemy. Bonnie waited for his attack with her hands splayed on her slender hips. Race snapped a left jab at her cute nose. Bonnie moved her head and he missed. He tried another left jab aimed at her mouth. Bonnie moved her head again. It really angered him she evaded his punches while leaving her hands on her hips. He could hear the crowd snickering because of his incompetence. He growled and chucked a right left combination at her smiling face. After dodging those two hard thrown punches Bonnie struck with extreme accuracy. "SMACK!..SMACK!" He was knocked back a few steps, which gave her room for another devastating kick.

"WHAM!" The sole of her foot struck his chest with the power of a speeding car. Race backpedaled out of control until his back slammed into the wall of the house. "SLAM!" When he looked up, Bonnie was motioning for him to come back to her with her finger. Race totally went out of his mind. He charged at her like a stampeding buffalo. His muscular arms began pumping thunderous blows like there was no quit in them. Each one designed to break any female bone they connected with. Unfortunately none of them landed. Bonnie moved her graceful body like a ballet dancer and avoided them all. When Race began to tire Bonnie took over with authority. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" She hurt both eyes, softened his stomach and nearly took his head off with the battering ram uppercut.

Spittle was running out the side of his mouth like a rabid dog when he attacked. He aimed his ham like fists at her pretty face and continuously swung both arms with all of his might. But Bonnie's defensive skills were up to the task. She danced around his futile attempts like it was childs play. When Bonnie got the opportunity she opened her offense. Race didn't have a chance. "SMACK!" The cartilege shattered in his broken nose. "SMACK!" His right eye began to swell. "SMACK!" The straight right busted open his mouth. "SMACK!" His cheek swelled up like a puffer fish. "SMACK!" His left eye swelled. "SMACK!" The left hook nearly dislocated his jaw. "SMACK!" He staggered into the patio table and grabbed it to keep from falling.

Race pushed himself away from the table and sent a right cross whistling towards her eye. The female warrior easily blocked his pathetic attempt and plowed into his stomach with a solid right that nearly hit his back bone. "THUD!" "OOOUUUFFFFFFFFFFF!" The air rushed out of his lungs and bent him over. "CRACK!" She blasted his chin with a powerful uppercut that knocked him clean off of his feet. He landed on top of the patio table in a daze. Bonnie dragged him off by his hair and went to work. Her accurate female fists found their mark and quickly swelled his handsome face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The outclassed male fighter was beaten backwards at an alarming pace. He was completely defenseless against her fast moving, hard hitting fists. "WHAM!" Bonnie kicked him against the wall and stood there smiling.

Race was in dire pain. Her female fists seemed to have the strength of ten large men behind them. He had never been hit so hard in his life. And her kicks landed with the power of a semi truck. The anger was still flowing freely through his body. So he went on the attack again. But his accuracy hadn't improved any. A solid right produced no results. A hard left hit empty air. A one two combination missed by a mile. He was getting very frustrated. But his determination was still at full capacity. Another right killed plenty of dust mites. One more left stirred up a breeze. The laughing crowd was about to drive him in sane. And the confident smile on her face infuriated him to death. He had to land something to swing the outcome in his favor. But it didn't look good.

Race tried another right cross. He was totally taken by surprise when Bonnie raised her right leg and blocked the punch with her calf. Then she quickly snapped her foot to the side of his face. "WHAP!" When she placed her foot back on the ground she was smiling and the crowd was cheering her unbelievable move. Race on the other hand was stunned she was able to pull it off. That flexible move began to worry him. He had been in his share of fights before but never with someone who was capable of doing things like that. "What's the matter wimp you look a little shaken? Has your courage deserted you already?" Bonnie asked sweetly. "Fuck you bitch. It ain't over yet." He said with as much bravado as he could manage. But his voice was slightly trembling when it came out.

"That's my boy. Those are the exact words I wanted to hear. I was afraid there for a second you was going to wimp out on me and run home to mama. But I should have known a REAL MAN wouldn't do something that cowardly. Would you weakling?" She taunted. Race was sick of hearing her talk. He was so angry he didn't realise she was goading him into continuing. And it worked like a charm. He stepped up to deliver a hay maker and walked right into her trap. Bonnie shot her leg out and buried her foot deep in his stomach. "WHAM!" When he bent over from the unexpected kick her foot exploded on his chin. "WHAP!" That snapped his head back up for the left hook and straight right that followed. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Race dropped to the ground like his legs had been cut out from under him.

"OOPS! Little weakling fall down and go boom." Bonnie said with a grin. That really broke the crowd up. Most of them were holding their stomachs from laughing so hard. Race slowly climbed to his feet. He wanted so badly to rip her fucking head from her shoulders but he was totally lost on how to accomplish that. Everything he tried so far had miserably failed. She was making a complete fool out of him again and he had no idea how to stop her. While he stood there Bonnie unexpectedly attacked. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Two left jabs made his eye sore and puffed his lips. Then she grabbed him by the right shoulder and pounded his mid section. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Race felt as if he was going to vomit.

With him bent in half and gasping for air, Bonnie yanked his head between her creamy thighs and put him in a standing head scissors. Then she jerked his arms away from her legs and wrenched them up his back. Race was completely helpless. "Let me hear that cute little girl scream of yours sissy boy." She tightened her strong legs and pulled back on his muscular arms. He instantly obeyed. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "That's the one I was referring to. It is so cute." She said taunting her helpless victim. Race thought his head was going to implode. When she flexed the muscles in her legs and tightened them around his head, those soft female thighs of hers turned into two steel beams with enormous crushing power.

One more pull on his arms combined with the vice like squeeze from her legs brought another ear piercing scream. "AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The extremely painfully holds forced his tears to flow freely. "You nothing but a big pussy. You stroll around with your nose up in the air like you're someone important. But deep down inside you know you're a frightened little wuss. Now everyone knows it. Because they all can see you crying like a baby. I can tell by their laughing faces they've lost any respect they may had had for you. And I can guarantee no one will ever fear you again. Not after this embarrassing display. Are you catching my drift hot shot? You're nobody. You're not important, you're not a hero, you're not even a man. You're a sissy who cries when things don't go his way. And that's all you'll ever be." She admonished.

Race could only stand there with his head and arms trapped and cry his eyes out. He knew there was a world of truth in what she was saying. Her facts were completely accurate. He did act tough and important because he feared someone would discover what he really was. Afraid. Afraid of being just one of the pack. Afraid of living a mundane life and not leaving his mark on the world. Afraid of becoming his father who worked at a menial job so his family could scrape by. Afraid of being seen as an average person instead of being recognised as someone with exceptional talent. Admitting the truth to himself made him sob even harder. He really was a nobody.

When Bonnie released him he collapsed to his knees in front of her. He was uncontrolably sobbing because of the pain and the laughter from the crowd. His mind kept telling him to get up and change his destiny but his heart was more realistic. It knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he couldn't beat the blond hellion standing over him. While he knelt there crying he again noticed her perfectly shaped bare feet. Her skin was so tight and smooth and creamy that he actually thought they were pretty. He knew his body couldn't take anymore pounding. He had to do something to appease the beautiful blond fighter and stop her from beating him senseless. Hopefully taking a submissive posture would ease her craving to destroy him.

Race prostrated himself at her feet and began to kiss her upper foot and cute toes. A mixture of feelings washed over him when his swollen lips touched her silky smooth skin. It was completely humiliating and degrading to the star athlete to be reduced to a docile, foot kissing wimp. Yet it aroused him like nothing else ever had. His dick grew rock hard in seconds and was straining to get out of his swimming trunks. It totally confused him how something could feel so right and at the same time feel so wrong. He was at a loss for an explaination. The shame he felt was overwhelming but he couldn't stop himself from kissing her perfectly shaped pretty feet. It just felt right. He finally decided humiliation be damned. He covered both of her bare feet with tender kisses like it was where he belonged.

Bonnie knew she owned him the second his lips touched her foot. Her older brother Cain had done the same thing after she beat him to a pulp for being an asshole. Males will gladly shame themselves to stop the pain. She thought. How pathetic is that? She did admit one thing to herself though. His kisses were affecting her just like Cain's had. Their swollen lips on her skin was a very erotic feeling. It thoroughly turned her on. She closed her beautiful blue eyes and accepted his foot worship while the blissful ecstasy of it flowed through her female body. They both blocked the noise of the crowd out while they enjoyed the pleasurable feelings rushing through them.

Bonnie finally came out of her aroused trance and ordered Race to stop. He instantly obeyed her command. She lifted his chin to look into his swollen, tear filled eyes. "Am I going to have anymore trouble with you?" She asked. "No Bonnie I've learned my lesson. You win." He replied. "Good. Stop being an asshole and you won't have any trouble with me. You're not anymore important then anyone here. You may be an exceptional athlete but that doesn't make you a God. It just makes you better at sports then them. While they are probably better at other things. Like a better student, a better mechanic, a better driver or a million other things. Do you understand?" She sternly asked. "Yes Bonnie I see your point. I swear I'll change." He said with modesty.

"Good boy. Now get up and get me that beer. Please." She added at the last second. "Yes ma'am. Coming right up." He said as he scrambled towards the keg. The crowd parted and went their seperate ways to resume their fun. The two girls released Pete and one of them planted a big kiss on his lips. He forgot all about the shame he felt from backing down when they grabbed him and enthusiastically returned the kiss. Race brought Bonnie her beer and pulled a patio chair out for her. She thanked him and took her seat. As soon as she sat down Race dropped at her feet like a loyal puppy. "You can sit in a chair Race. I'm not so domineering that I would make you kneel at my feet like a slave." She said with a smile. "If it's OK with you I would like to remain where I'm at." He replied with imploring eyes. "Suit yourself. I have no objections." Race thanked her and laid his head in her lap. He suddenly felt very happy. Bonnie smiled and rubbed his head. Another asshole male had been straightened out by the beautiful, tough blond. She felt pretty happy herself.