Cassie's Had Enough

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Cassie's Had Enough - Part One

Clank. Clank, Clank.

The barbell, loaded up with 185 lbs., rose and fell in a slow rhythm. It was a Friday night and Cassie's parents had left for another one of her brother's basketball tournaments right after school, admonishing the 16-year-old girl not the throw any parties or get into any trouble.

Which was fine for Cassie, as all she wanted was no one to bother her while she worked out in the garage gym and smoked a few fat joints that she'd discovered in her older brother's sock drawer. After blasting a cassette of the new Boston album, she got down to business.

At 5'8" and 158 lbs, Cassie only wanted to get bigger and stronger. After seeing her cousin Becky twist their cousin Jimmy into a pretzel and force him into nearly sucking his own dick three summers ago, she wanted that power, that strength, that command and dominance. Seeing her other cousins and a few aunts do the same to other men at the boathouse, she knew she wanted that for herself.

Three years ago she'd started with the weights, working out with her two older brothers who lifted for basketball. A 45 lb. bench press became a 135 lb. bench press two years later, only fueling her desire to get bigger and stronger. In a year she'd added 60 lbs. to her bench, as today she pushed the weight up seven times with solid control and steady movement. A small grunt escaped her lips as she racked the bar.

Sitting up and clenching her hands into fists, she yelled, "Fuck, yeah!" There was no one to hear her, as their family home and expansive property shared a cul-de-sac with only one other similar home and property. Flush with exertion, Cassie stood up from the bench and sparked another ( her third ) joint and filled up her empty bottle from the laundry sink.

"Fuck, yeah," she said to herself after taking a big drag. Blowing out the big hit, she said, "Almost 200." As she took another drag of the joint, she looked at herself in the big mirror that faced the weights area. What she saw was a girl with big shoulders, heavy forearms, a small waist and solid, rounded legs.

What stood out even more were Cassie's traps. Pulling her arms towards each other to where her hands met in front of her waistline, her neck and traps looked double the size. "Oh yeah ... fucking yoked ..." she said to herself as she twisted side to side.   

Looking closer, she noticed a squiggly vein going from the top of each pec, under her sodden tank top and running down the front of her shoulder. "Oh my God, yes," she murmured to herself, leaning into the mirror a bit to see the big vein more clearly. She also noticed that her forearms, big from a lifetime of climbing trees and frequent water skiing trips, look even bigger and more vascular, the veins so big on the surface that they actually cast little shadows.

Pleased with her hour and a half of weights, Cassie decided she'd done enough and was ready for the hot tub. She walked over to the boom box and flipped the cassette once again, turning the volume up a few notches. Grabbing her water bottle and the case that held the joints and lighter, she walked over to their massive backyard deck and climbed the set of six stairs that led from the ground. About an hour until sunset, she thought to herself, just perfect.

Standing on the deck, she smiled as she could still hear "More Than a Feeling." Man, this album is so rad, she thought. She walked over to where her swimsuit was hanging dry and then thought, why do I need to change? I can just go in these. Her gym outfit consisted of a ribbed black tank top and black pair of Dolphin shorts. She then peeled off her white ankle socks and kicked off her white leather Adidas Sambas with the three light blue stripes as she grabbed a huge towel.

Padding over to the hot tub controls, Cassie turned it on and slid the large cover off, folding it in two and stowing it away from the hot tub. I can remember when I couldn't do that, she thought to herself, now it's easy. The time in the garage gym was paying off.

The hot tub was situated near the edge of the deck, with bench seating and a four-foot wooden railing surrounding it. The tub itself was sunk into the deck so that only the top two feet of the five-foot deep hot tub were above the deck. Testing the water with her hand as she puffed on the joint, she decided it wasn't warm enough but that it would be in five minutes.     

Cassie looked off into the horizon, smiling as she hummed along with "Peace of Mind." Peace of mind is right, she thought. She felt good, still pumped from her heavy workout that started with shoulder presses, shrugs, lateral raises, bent-over rows and culminated in epic bench session. Probably could've hit 205 if I'd benched before everything today, have to try that next time, she thought.

She took another big drag, the cumulative effect of the solitude, the warm afternoon, post-workout endorphins and homegrown green flooding her system. "Goddamn, I say, goddamn, Colton ( her brother ) gets some good shit," she said. As "Peace of Mind" wound down, Cassie gracefully stepped over the lip and into the tub, the now-hot water giving her an even-more calming sensation.

Nestled into one of the large reclining lounge areas, Cassie leaned back and enjoyed her time as "Foreplay" flowed into "Long Time." This album is just so boss, she thought, this is so nice.

Unbeknownst to the beautiful girl relaxing in the hot tub, she wasn't exactly alone.

The cul-de-sac neighbors were a big family like Cassie's, only four boys and one 12-year-old girl, whereas Cassie had two older brothers and a younger brother. The boy closest to Cassie in age was Barry, the two of them starting in the same kindergarten class 11 years prior.

Over the years, the two had had their ups and downs but high school saw Barry change from a generally nice kid into a generally jerky starting defensive back on the school football team. The two had drifted apart in high school but the families were still very close and had lots of shared barbeques and birthday parties that brought them together. In fact, Colton had scored the weed from Barry's older brother Darren.

It was that sweet smell that assailed Barry while he took out the trash five minutes ago. Upon finishing his chore, he put his hands on the top of the six-foot fence that separated the properties and pulled himself up so that he could see into the neighbor's backyard. He could also hear some sweet music coming from the neighbor's garage. Scanning the yard, he saw Caasie's rooted, rocking body standing near the hot tub. As she had her back to the fence, Cassie never knew Barry was there.

Holy God, she's big ... fucking beautiful, but big, Barry thought, and just smoking a joint like that, out in the open? Isn't she worried about her parents ... wait, her parents, her entire family's at another basketball tournament.

As he watched, Cassie gracefully slid into the hot tub. A wolfish smile spread across the young man's face, as he thought to himself that she could probably use some company.

Barry let go of the fence and dashed over to where a pair of his swim trucks were drying. Shucking his sweatpants and t-shirt, he quickly pulled the trunks on and went to run around to the front of the house to enter the neighbor's gate into their backyard. He took three steps and realized that Cassie had her back to him while he watched her from his perch on the fence. Oh ... oh, yeah, that'd be so much better ... he thought.

Going back to the fence, Barry slowly and quietly hoisted his torso up and got his right foot up on top of the fence. He then slowly brought his left foot up and over and twisted to grab the fence the same way, only now on Cassie's side of the fence. He crouched down as feet touched the lawn and looked over his shoulder at the girl in the hot tub.

Cassie gave no sign that she'd heard him. If anything, she'd sunk down even deeper into the hot tub with only her head and right hand out of the water. Between the jets and the music blasting from the nearby garage, Barry realized he had perfect cover for what he had in mind.

Carefully, he crept over to the railing directly behind the hot tub. Reaching up, he climbed up and over to land on the wooden bench directly behind Cassie. This is going to be so funny, he thought. Still completely unaware of his presence, Cassie took another big drag and blew out a cloud. It was right then that Barry made his move: leaping up and out over Cassie's head, he cannonballed right into the middle of the hot tub, his 182 lbs. displacing a ton of water. He came up splashing Cassie even more, laughing at what a funny joke he'd played on his hot neighbor.

Deep into relaxing and on her third joint in two hours, Cassie was taken completely by surprise first by Barry jumping over her head and then when he hit the water, splashing her and turning the placid hot tub into a turbulent, small wave pool. "Aaahhh! she screamed in surprise and spluttered as she tried to right herself from laying down.

Barry burst out of the water to douse her again, a big smile on his face and his arms raised high in mock victory. He kept laughing as Cassie found her footing, wiping the water out of her eyes.

"Got you, Cass! Got you so good!" he yelled. The look on Cassie's face was not one of humor or happiness. Instead, her face was tilted downward, her expression one of loathing. This in turn made Barry laugh even harder, this little trick had gone better than he'd ever hoped.

Cassie remained still for a few more seconds, staring at the asshole who was still laughing his head off. Maybe some other time she would've thought this was really funny and joined in the laughter. This was not one of those times. I'm going to fucking kill him, she decided.

"Oh, God! Look at your face, hah ha haha hah! Oh, so good!"

Cassie's bottom lip trembled as she silently stared at Barry. She couldn't remember being both this angry and this calm at the same time. It was like she knew she was going to stomp Barry and she knew exactly how she was going to do it. 

Two weeks ago, Cassie's other older brother Matt beat the crap out of a guy who'd insulted his girlfriend's little sister. Most of the school had turned out to watch Matt knock the guy down several times, throw and kick him up against a dumpster repeatedly and ultimately throw him into said dumpster. From the dumpster, the boy had no choice but to issue a tearful and sobbing apology to the younger sister, and everyone who was there knew what happened. Matt was the boss and the boy in the dumpster was his bitch, no two ways about it.

As she silently stared at Barry, Cassie decided he was going to get it worse than dumpster boy. And having three brothers, she knew exactly how to hurt him.

Seeing Cassie's lip tremble, Barry thought for a second that he may've gone too far. He stopped laughing and said, "Aww, Cass, I was only joking, you were already wet anyways! C'mon, no need toaaaaarrrghhhhhh!!!"

He was in mid-sentence when Cassie reached her right hand under the water to grab a firm hold of Barry's nuts. The pain was instant and crippling. Barry's screams went into a higher pitch as she twisted her wrist and made her fist tighter. Barry instinctively put both of his hands on Cassie's rounded forearm, trying to get her to release his now-throbbing testicles. Calmly looking up at him, Cassie firmly moved him backwards a few steps until the back of his legs were hitting the seat. Moving her arm like she was doing a dumbbell curl, she induced a still-squealing Barry up so that he was eventually standing on the seat. Standing up herself, the girl continued to power the boy up and backwards, so that he exited the hot tub entirely.

"Aaaahhhrgghhhg pleasestopCass ... pleaseletgo aaarrgghghhg!!!" Barry used his dwindling strength to try to pinch or squeeze Cassie's solid forearm to no avail. A violent twist and pull of her wrist extinguished whatever fight Barry had in him.

Cassie ignored his pleading. Instead, she gripped his balls even tighter to maintain control of him as she followed him, gracefully stepping out of the hot tub. To Barry the pain was excruciating, waves of crippling hurt radiating from his damaged nuts. His hands had no strength to pry her hand off him, all he could do was push her hand down and as her grip never wavered, that only served to make him wobble wherever she wanted him to go on bent knees.

Cassie wanted him to keep going backwards and so Barry had no choice. As the back of his legs hit the benches that ringed the deck, Cassie again used the same dumbbell curl motion to get him up so that he was now off the deck and standing on the bench. Barry continued to wail, the pain threatening to make him pass out. Standing right in front of him, Cassie moved her fist forward again, making Barry move backward so that the backs of his knees were right up against the railing that wound around the entire deck.

"Aaaaghghg aaaghaaaa ... Cass please let go Cass puh-please puh-puh" he blubbered.

Again, Cassie ignored his pleading. Holding him, right there, making him stand on a bench pushed up against the deck railing, she showed no emotion and sadly for Barry, no mercy. Pushing forward with her right fist and twisting her wrist, she moved Barry backwards to the railing so that he was close to becoming unbalanced.

The truth was Barry would've danced a jig if Cassie'd wiggled her fist around. He was completely overcome by the sudden tidal wave of pain that hit when she grabbed his balls and only seemed to get worse when he tried to fight where she wanted him to go. He had no inkling to actually hit her, as all he could think about was escape. But there was no escape, there was only awkward shuffling wherever she wanted him to go, which apparently was  out of the hot tub and onto the deck, then up onto the bench and now almost falling over the railing.

Cassie held him there for a few seconds, looking up right into his tearing eyes, his babbling only getting worse. Well, not good enough, she thought. Stepping her right leg closer to the bench, she brought her left fist back and powered it forward, right between Barry's forearms and smashing into his sternum. More pain, and Barry had real trouble trying to draw a breath. The force of the blow made Barry teeter, almost toppling over the railing but for Cassie's hold on his balls. He couldn't even draw breath to beg her to stop.

Oohhh, that one hurt him, she thought. Pulling her left arm back again, Cassie sent it rocketing back into his sternum. If the first shot didn't incapacitate him, this one certainly did the trick. It seemed that Barry's entire body was just not working any longer. His ineffectual two-fisted grip on Cassie's forearm slackened.  Barry's legs seemed to stop working and he was in the process of toppling over forward onto Cassie but she had other plans. As Barry was now limply swaying to remain on his feet, she drew her left fist back once more and drilled it directly between his belly button and his groin. This shot all but finished Barry, and he cried out while crumbling forward but with one last vicious twist and short punch of her right fist, she sent the broken boy over the railing and down to the grass five feet below.

Barry's torso rotated unevenly over to his left, his left shoulder impacting the soft grass first and the rest of him coming down in an ungainly heap. His mind short-circuited from both the pain radiating from his balls and his inability to draw a decent breath, Barry was in no condition to do anything even remotely resembling breaking his fall. "AaAAaAaaarrghhhhh!!!" he screamed upon hitting the ground, then making shuddering breathing sounds as he folded himself over in the fetal position. Lying on his leftside, both hands cupping his damaged balls,

Barry was done, his body spasming periodically as pain shot through him whenever he made the slightest move. So he lay as still as he could, coughing and crying almost uncontrollably, still trying to draw a decent breath.

Peering down at him from the deck, Cassie watched her victim sputter and spasm while curled up in the grass. She recalled when she'd inadvertently kicked Colton in the balls when the two were wrestling around. Colton immediately fell to the ground holding his testicles and making long chuffing sounds. That had been an accident, and Cassie had apologized profusely but it still took Colton around ten minutes to regain his footing and shuffle off.

Cassie thought to herself that he wasn't going anywhere. She decided then that she could take her time.     

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Part Two

Cassie turned around and grabbed one of the many towels strewn around the deck. All dried off, her tank top and shorts were still wet, so she reached down for her shoes and padded off into the garage. Boston was still in the middle of "Rock & Roll Band" as she entered. Shucking her wet clothes and tossing them into the washing machine, she then plucked another black ribbed tank top and a pair of orange Dolphin shorts from the dryer and put them on. She then found a pair of white ankle socks and put them on as well, pulling her Adidas shoes right over them.

Barry's had long enough, Cassie decided. As she was leaving garage, she stopped in front of the full-length mirror again, taken by what she saw: she looked pumped, obviously still angry at Barry's intrusion ending her easy-going afternoon. The effect on her body was noticeable, her veins along her arms looked thicker, her quads more defined, her shoulders seemingly even bigger and rounder. Even the veins she'd noticed earlier that ran from her pec and across her shoulders were more prominent. Taking another few seconds to flex her arms, shoulders and traps, Cassie was amazed at how big she looked. Big and fucking strong, she thought to herself. She was going to show Barry just how strong in a minute.

Cassie pulled her hair into a tight bun and exited the garage just as "Smokin'" replaced "Rock & Roll Band." She sauntered across the lawn over to Barry, who still lay in curled up in the space between the raised wooden deck and the large stone fire pit. It looked like he'd finally mastered breathing again, softly moaning with each breath. He hasn't moved, she thought.

And moving was indeed an issue for Barry. He'd gone from laughing his head off in the hot tub to essentially being ejected by his balls in about half a minute. His mind had registered serious pain coming from balls, his abdominals from the three punches he'd been unprepared for, his left shoulder hitting the lawn first from when he went over the deck railing backwards. All he wanted was the pain in his balls to stop, everything else, including getting that bitch Cassie, could wait.

Sadly for Barry, Cassie wasn't going to give him any more time to recover. Bending down on her right knee as she reached him, Cassie firmly gripped his right arm at the forearm and wrist.

"Mary, Mary, Mary ... " Cassie said, like she was disappointed in a small child. She tightened her grip, her hands clamping down painfully on his rubbery arm.

Barry thought she was helping him get up to his feet but she wasn't. It didn't register with him what she was really doing until it was far too late. Twisting her right hand on his wrist, Cassie bent his arm into an L-shape and easily forced it behind his back into a hammerlock.

"Cass, what ... what are you," he managed before she changed grips on his arm, her left hand clamping on the base of his thumb and his wrist and then forcing his thumb to bend excruciatingly back to his wrist. She also clawed her right hand around his elbow, her fingers digging into his forearm and her thumb drilling into the inside of his elbow.

"Aaaaaaarrghghghgahahahaaggghhh!!" Barry screamed again. His whole right arm felt like it was on fire, as his thumb was bent in a direction it wasn't meant to go, his shoulder twisting in the socket and whatever she was doing to his elbow was making him see flashes of light on the outside of his vision. He moved his left hand from his crotch and frantically tapped the ground in surrender, thinking that he'd never been in more pain in his life. 

Sadly, Barry was wrong, it was only going to get worse.

"You just had to play a funny joke, didn't you, Sherry? Is it still funny now? Like, right now, is it still super funny?" she said conversationally, squeezing her hands on his thumb, wrist and the inside of his elbow. In no hurry, Cassie had her weight centered over him, her right knee solidly planted on the lawn, her left knee pushing into the small of his back, completely in control of the beaten boy. A lopsided grin appeared on her face as she tortured Barry, simultaneously pushing his hand upwards towards to the base of his neck and pulling his elbow towards her and away from his torso.

"Arrghhheeeeeeiiieieeeee" Barry screamed again, the pitch rising as Cassie powered the hammer lock. He tapped the ground harder and harder, blubbering "I give, I give, I give" over and over. The other effect of powering the hold was that Barry was forced face-down onto his belly from the fetal position. Slowly, Cassie moved to her left and straddled the base Barry's lower back, her weight coming to rest solidly, pinning him down and forcing his bruised balls into contact with the ground. She switched her grip from the thumb lock to wrapping her hand around Barry's trapped hand. Keeping a firm hold of the punishing hammerlock, she slowly ground her hips from side to side, grinding his pelvis further into the lawn.

The frenetic tapping slowed down to Barry pitifully hitting the grass more emphatically, like maybe Cass hadn't seen him tapping or heard him begging. "I give I give I give" turned into "please please please" as Cassie realized just how much pain she was inflicting on Barry just by moving her butt around his. Jesus H., this is so fucking awesome, she thought. He's helpless, fucking helpless, just like Aunt Ginny said any boy would be if you handled them right.

"Now, this is funny, right, Terry? All those funny, squeally sounds you keep making when I've got you like this," she said. She'd pull his arm higher up towards his neck with her left hand and then focused on pulling his elbow away from his body with her right. Barry could do nothing but warble helplessly beneath her.

A familiar warmth began to spread through her core, quickly building and releasing unexpectedly, making Cassie gasp in surprise and pleasure. Her shudders only added to Barry's misery, her movements causing him to gag and chuff into the lawn.

As the tremors passed, Cassie thought to herself that the only thing better than easily beating the shit out of Barry would be not having to listen to him squeal. Leaning forward and placing her right hand on the grass next to Barry's face, she put her mouth next to his right ear, breathing softly into it. The intimacy overwhelmed Barry for a second, his pain momentarily forgotten. Right then, she clamped her hand around his hand and fingers, relaxing her grip, then clamping down again harder. She relaxed her grip once again, and bore down until she could feel the bones in his hands start to shift inwardly. Just as Barry was about to involuntarily start screaming again, Cassie relaxed her grip and whispered, "Quiet."

Cassie then leaned back until she was once again astride his lower back, another delicious tremor pulsing through her unexpectedly. As for Barry, he had never been more quiet in his life. He did his best to make his heart beat a little softer, a little quieter, to exhale without the "huh-huh' sound he'd been making since Cassie had tossed him off the deck. Despite the pain in several parts of his body, he did his best to be still.

Looking down as the beaten boy completely under her control, yet another series of tremors erupted, this time making Cassie spasm and her own breath catch and become uneven for the duration. Fuck, I've got him, I've fucking got him, she thought. She remained perched on top of him until she was sure that those unexpected tremors had subsided.

With Cassie's 160 pounds solidly planted on the small of his back, Barry was indeed helpless, his left arm weakly tapping the ground, hoping that Cassie noticed his surrender and would let him go. He had no fight left in him, just wanting to slink away from the girl that was causing him so much pain. There were no thoughts of fighting back, no plans to turn the tables. He was being beaten worse than even when his two older brothers pounded him for stealing their weed. This was worse, much, much worse.

Still doing his best to obey Cassie's command that he remain silent, he didn't even think of calling out for help. Then, the thought of his mom, or god, no, his little sister, rushing to his aid, forced him to try to be even quieter. Noticing him going completely limp under her, Cassie re-tightened her grip on his mangled hand, got her weight behind it and muscled it even closer to his neck and then just held it there, bearing down on his hand. He couldn't help it, Barry let out a high-pitched cry each time she squeezed his hand. If he was capable of using his hand and arm to defend himself before, his limb was now as pliable at wet laundry.

"Puh puh puh please C-Cass, puh plea.."

Placing her right hand on the ground next to his face, Cassie again leaned forward so that her mouth was brushing up against his right ear.

"Not."

She bore down on squeezing his hammerlocked hand, eliciting another girlish cry from him. She then relaxed her grip.

"Another."

She squeezed again, harder. Predictably, Barry squealed again. As she relaxed her grip again, he forced his lips in and closed his mouth tight so as not to make any more sound. 

"Sound."

This time Cassie squeezed until she did feel like she was grinding the bones in his hand against each other. He let out another involuntary cry of anguish, this time feeling his eyes start to tear up.

"Terry," she said.

As he did his best to remain completely silent, he thought about how their whole lives she'd teased Barry by calling him by any name that rhymed with his, a joke he'd hated as other kids had picked up on it and started doing the same all through elementary and middle school. He'd beaten the crap out of Robby James for calling him "Sherry" in sixth grade, so the long-running gag had definitely subsided since but here, now, it was completely fine with him if Cassie wanted to call him whatever she wanted.

Sadly for him, all Cassie wanted was to continue beating the shit out of him without him crying for help. Hmmm, looks like his left side is wiiiiiiiide open, she thought to herself. She let go of his right hand with her left, instead pinning his arm in the hammerlock with her right hand by grabbing his right forearm. She then moved her right leg so that her knee was on the ground next him and then moved her left leg outward and then bent it so that her thigh was on his butt and her calves and shin were over the back of his left leg.

He isn't even trying to stop me, she thought, I've beaten him into submission. Again, she felt that warmth, now knowing what was coming. She then noticed his left arm still making those weak tapping motions, as if his body was agreeing with her thoughts. Oh, fuck yes.

Rearing up and bracing on her right knee and right hand, Cassie shot three straight punches downwards, directly into Barry's unprotected left side. Thump. Thump. Thump, all solid contacts, her hard fist making a wet sound as she smashed it down into his kidney area. Barry made what sounded like a croaking frog with each hit, then made shuddering "huh huh huh" sounds when she paused her assault and admired her handiwork atop him.

"Those frog sounds you're making there, Perry, now those are funny."

Cassie gracefully disengaged, standing and looking down at Barry's prone form. He'd attempted to curl up into the fetal position again but Cassie put her left foot on his butt, making the pain in his groin area flare up again, only ceasing the downwards pressure when he went limp and unmoving. The soft coughing sounds he made with each breath he just could not stifle. As he lay there on his belly, his right arm still behind him even though she'd released her grip on his arm, all Barry could think about was what could he do so that Cassie'd stop hurting him. His balls, his bruised sternum, his left shoulder, his right arm wet-noodled across his back because it hurt so bad when he tried to move it that his vision seemed to white-out, the dull pain radiating from the left side of his lower back from where she'd pounded him ...

It was all too much. Like a damn bursting, Barry soft whimpers and moist eyes became heaving sobs and gushing tears and shame, hot, burning shame for being ruined so handily by his next door neighbor. He remembered to try to be as quiet as could be but he turned his face to his left and down, away from Cassie, now beginning to make croaking sounds in addition to crying his eyes out.

As Cassie stood, relaxed and her left foot resting on Barry's ass, the most powerful orgasm yet hit. This time it was Cassie moving involuntarily, her left foot stomping down on his ass and causing even more pain to erupt from his groin. Her breathing grew shallow. Still keeping her balance and her foot on him, she rode the release all the way through to its last faint, delicious shudders. Fuck ... yeah.

She walked around to Barry's left to get a better look at the mess she'd made of him. Barry was ugly crying now, his face in an almost-comical caricature of hurt and anguish. The tears rolled, snot ran from his nostrils, his whole face becoming a hot, moist mess laying in the dirt and grass. Now this ... this is the shit right here, she thought to herself, this is almost as bad as what Helene ( her cousin ) did to Ryan ( an older, bigger cousin ). As she leaned down towards his face, Barry's eyes opened and focused on his Adidas next to his face. Pitifully, he lifted his head and tried to turn to this right away from her.

Smirking, Cassie worked her hand around his messy ponytail and gripped hard, locking his head in place. Holding him there, meeting his eyes until he just squeezed his shut, she leaned closer and said, "Don't move, I'll be right back."

With a sharp yank on his hair, she waited until his eyes opened again. Satisfied that all she saw there was terror and compliance, she then powered his face back down into the dirt and grass with a thud. She moved forward, putting all her weight behind her straight right arm and bore down on his head, mashing his face. As Boston lit into "Let Me Take You Home Tonight," Cassie stood and leisurely walked towards the open garage.

"Goddamn ... this is fucking awesome," she said as walked away. She was slightly winded, as she'd laid the smack down on Barry for a little over half an hour.

Barry wouldn't've known, as time and space had little meaning, only pain. He remained exactly as she'd left him; face down, reduced to a heaving, sobbing mess and even though she'd stomped him so thoroughly, he found himself just so, so grateful that she'd stopped hurting him.

And so, so scared of when Cassie was going to come back.

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Part Three

As Cassie made her way into the garage, she realized just how parched she was. Man, beating the shit out of Barry's thirsty work, she thought as she grabbed a Coke from the garage fridge. No way was she going to grab a beer, her dad seemed to know any time someone was foolish enough to take one. She popped the cap using the opener that hung from a hook on the fridge and took a long drought.

Looking at herself again in the big mirrors opposite the workout area, she saw that her shoulders were pumped, two big veins running from those caps down to her wrists. Jesus, I look big, she thought to herself. Raising her right arm in a bicep flex, she thought, yeah, big and strong. Sitting on the bench, she took a few minutes to reflect on the last ten minutes.

For his part, Barry was feeling quite the opposite. Still prone on the lawn area where she'd dumped him, he hadn't managed to move very much or go very far. He'd rolled over onto his back, looking up at the sky as he wondered just how he'd gotten here. His right shoulder was a dull pain that became sharp when he used his right arm, that came from Cassie flinging him off the pool deck backwards, by his nuts no less. Said nuts were still pulsing with pain that seemed to abate when he lay still. He also still had trouble drawing a full breath from when she'd pounded his sternum. 

The most recent injury he'd suffered was when Cassie'd held him down while he was still face down on the grass and landed three big shots to the left side of his lower back. He hadn't prepared at all for those paralyzing blows and they'd hurt so badly that they took his mind completely off the injuries to his shoulder and balls. On the third one, his vision flared white at the edge and he seemed to short-circuit, his body spasming and jittering as the last punch seemed to go all the way through him. Cassie's fist had seemed to smash directly into his kidney and that kidney was sending all kinds of pain messages up and down his nervous system. The pain overpowered whatever discomfort he felt from his skin itching from the grass or wearing his wet pair of trunks. 

On top of all that, Barry just could not quit sobbing. Laying on his back in his wet swimsuit in the dirt and grass, he blubbered and cried and occasionally made frog croaking noises when he tried to take too deep of a breath. All he wanted to do was run and hide, just somehow get to the other side of the fence and be safe in his own home but even the task of turning over onto his back proved that was almost too much for him to accomplish.

And Cassie'd told him to stay. He was surprised at how scared he got when he remembered her telling him not to go anywhere. The pain radiating from his lower back was still paralyzing, so even if he's wanted to jump up and make a break for home, he was pretty sure his body wouldn't comply. Shallow breaths and crying were all he seemed capable of achieving while he waited for Cassie to return.

And Cassie didn't seem to be in all that much of a hurry. Sitting on the weight bench, warm languidness settled upon her while she enjoyed her Coke. Her whole body seemed to buzz when she thought of just how thoroughly she'd stomped Barry. She realized that this was exactly how she'd felt watching her cousin Becky work her cousin Jimmy over and the three other times she'd seen the women in her family crush men at those wild summer parties at the boathouse: thrilled, amazed, sexually-charged. Now her hard work had paid off, she was the one turning a boy into her bitch. It was incredibly satisfying, these feelings of power and dominance. 

Sadly for Barry, Cassie wanted more. Forgetting the awesome Boston album, she got up and headed out the open doorway. Yeah, Barry, she thought to herself, resting time's over. But what was she ... oh ... oh, now that would be perfect.

Stepping onto the grass, she saw Barry almost where she'd left him, only now he was lying on his back instead of his belly. His hair was wild but most of it still remained in that big braid that he was so proud of. His face looked splotchy and puffy, his eyes leaking tears and he still made those pitiful frog sounds, moaning along with his unsteady breathing. Cassie almost had another orgasm right there.

Barry didn't hear her until she was a few feet away and when he realized she'd returned, his mind was seized with fear and his body attempted to flee. Attempted, as he still had trouble breathing or moving in any really coordinated fashion, so he just kind of flopped around little bit. His involuntary fear response was so obvious and sudden it made Cassie smile. He's scared of me, she thought, big bad Barry is scared of me. With that realization, another wave of delicious sexual pleasure coursed through her.

Looking up at her, Cassie seemed to be 10 feet tall and five feet wide, just massive. Barry'd had his bell wrung on the football field a few times but he'd never been scared of another player even though a lot of those guys were much bigger than his 182 pounds. He mistook her standing in place for mercy and began blubbering all over again, begging her over and over to please not hurt him again, that he was sorry, so, so sorry.

"P – puh – p – please, Cass, puh - please stop ...no more, Cass ..."

For her part, Cassie almost stopped there. After all, this was Barry, a life-long friend of her and her family. But then she realized that she was the one in control, and no amount of Barry's sincere pleading was going to change that. Whatever happened here, it was because she wanted it to happen.

" ... puh – please Cassie, mmm – mercy ..."

And with that, Cassie made her choice. Reaching down with her left hand, she grabbed a firm hold of his braid at the base of his skull. Using a curling motion as she stepped forward, she pulled his head up until he was seated. Thank you thank you thank you, lord, she's helping me up, he thought mistakenly.

Cassie then circled around his right side and knelt down in front of him between his splayed legs. Looking him directly in the eyes, she said, "Not yet, Mary, not yet." As she held his head in place, fresh tears rolled down his face and he started to gibber, his inability to draw decent breath making it even tougher to form intelligible words. She then powered down on his head so that it looked like he was bowing down to her and held him there in that uncomfortable position, his only vision was his crotch seem through his watering eyes.

Slowly, deliberately, Cassie moved her right shoulder above the back of his head and snaked her right arm around his neck in guillotine choke ( or a front face-lock, as the pro wrestling announcers termed it ). Taking her time, she locked it in, flexing her arm and cranking his head to his left as his legs kicked and his arms weakly slapped at her. Leaning a bit forward to gain more leverage, Cassie clutched the choke even tighter so that even Barry's sputtering completely stopped.

She let him flail away, knowing there was little to nothing he could do against her. That big smile appeared on her face again, as this feeling of overwhelming power flooded through her. With the front choke locked in place, she then pulled herself backward so that she was standing again and Barry'd had no choice but to move where she wanted him. Although he did little to keep himself upright, Cassie held him firmly and then amused herself by alternately loosening the choke for a few seconds and then cranking it right back. She had him so completely controlled that she let go of his braid with her left hand and moved her arm so that it hung on her side, reveling in the command she had with just one arm. When he tried to collapse or bend his knees too far, she'd just stand a little straighter and power him forward over her arm until he balanced himself.

Things for Barry had just gotten progressively worse. Those flashes of white at the edge of his vision seemed to appear whenever Cassie cranked his neck. His whole face was wet from both tears and snot running out of his nostrils, where it got in his mouth and made breathing even harder. To make matters worse, nothing he did seemed to have any effect on Cassie. He felt like he was caught in a bear trap, something he had no chance of muscling his way out of. As she continued to hold him, those feelings of terror and helplessness only grew.

After a few minutes of manually opening and closing Barry's airways. Cassie was ready to punish him some more. She loosened the choke so that he could breathe but still kept a firm hold around his neck, letting him chug some air but only because she allowed it. When he'd gotten enough breath to start blubbering again, Cassie leaned forward so that her mouth was right next to his left ear, her warm breath almost erotically charging him in spite of the pain and fear he was suffering.

"Remember when Billy Bishop dropped Andy Greene?," she asked in a conversational tone.

His reaction was immediate and pitiful. Barry began flailing and flopping again, and even though she'd loosened to the choke to let him breathe, he found that he couldn't. His reaction amused her, as she knew that this bag of wet laundry in her choke could do nothing to hurt her or escape. Letting him jitter a bit more, she then cranked the choke and stepped forward so that she was standing between his legs, standing straight up to put his neck in the most painful position yet until he ran out of steam and just hung there limply in her grasp.

Cassie then pulled back on his head and stepped forward, muscling Barry backward one involuntary shuffle after another until his back was braced against the elevated pool deck. His hands were gripping her arm, doing absolutely nothing to stop her. She calmly reached between them with her left arm and grabbed his right upper arm, squeezing his tricep until he made a high-pitched squeal. Again, slowly, deliberately, she pushed his arm towards the inside of his body until she could wrap her right hand around his upper arm. Now she had him in the choke and controlled his right arm with the same arm that was choking him.

After securing her hold, Cassie held him there for a few seconds, his right side completely exposed. She leaned in again, this time her lips brushing up against his right ear and her tongue flickering out for a little lick.

"Greenie said he pissed blood for a week," she whispered.

This time Barry's struggles lasted only a few seconds, as his back was being forcibly pressed against the deck, his right arm held fast by the same arm choking him and his legs, so strong from football, were rubbery and bent. Cassie moved her right side forward and up and stepped her left foot back, her Adidas sneakers gaining solid purchase on the dirt and grass. She then made a fist with her left hand and drew it out low and away from her side.

"Here it comes, Sherrie," was all she said before making sure her feet were solidly planted, torquing her hips and sending a vicious left hook smashing into Barry's exposed right side. The punch was so solid that it lifted him off his feet for a second and then the pain, sharp, searing pain seemed to take over his entire life. Reloading, Cassie drilled him a second time and then powered a third hook into his liver.

Then she just kept him in the same choke / arm grab combo, not letting him fold to the ground. She just loved the feeling of the solid punch hitting home and hearing him make those squealing sounds was almost too much for her again. Mastering herself, she let him go as she stepped back. Much a she expected, Barry fell bonelessly to the ground at her feet, folded over his knees while trying to ... hug himself? He lasted in that position until he just sort of tipped over onto his left side, anything to lessen the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life. This was easily worse than the time his hand caught between two football helmets, worse than breaking his arm in two places from a bike accident ... worse than anything he'd even felt, and it was from a liver shot from his beautiful and incredibly sadistic next door neighbor.

Admiring her handiwork, Cassie stopped holding back and allowed the orgasm to wash over her, a feeling of warmth that seems to radiate from her middle in powerful waves of wonderful, all-encompassing pleasure. Barry, the big bad football player, laying almost motionless at her feet, his mouth opened fully to take in air so desperately, curled up and mewling.

And she'd put him there. He'd had no choice in the matter, just weak and helpless at her feet, involuntarily convulsing unevenly at the damage she'd done to him. This ... this was just fucking amazing.

Gazing at Barry going fetal, Cassie'd never felt stronger, more powerful or more alive. She watched her female cousins reduce a few male cousins to gibbering blobs a few times but this, doing it herself, because she was strong enough to do it and there was nothing anything Barry could do to stop her, was the greatest feeling she'd ever had in her life.

Cassie didn't want it to end. She realized that it didn't have to. Barry was in for more a bad time, whenever she decided it was going to happen.

[phil123]

Great Story and can't wait to read more.

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IV

Cassie stood over Barry's curled form, her hands slowly tightening into fists and then splaying her fingers. The power she had in them, to just ruin a boy who outweighed her by at least 20 lbs, was simply intoxicating. Still very high from the joints she'd smoked prior to Barry's unwelcome arrival but this was way better than anything she'd ever dreamed. Even so, the whole scene took on a surreal quality.

At her feet was her school's starting defensive back, a boy who'd worked his ass off and competed and won against most of his opponents on and off the playing field. He was 16 years old, a solid 180 lbs and growing bigger and stronger every day. None of that helped him in the least after his ill-fated entrance into the hot tub 20 minutes ago.

Going with her anger at his intrusion, Cassie'd taken a firm hold of his nuts, marched him backwards out of the hot tub and punched him up and over the railing that ran around the pool deck. Barry'd fallen about five feet and his right shoulder was the first thing to hit the grass, taking the brunt of the fall. Cassie then drilled him in his lower back several times and then wrangled him to his feet by his neck, only to restrain his right arm with the same arm choking him, a hold that left his entire right side open. Three big left hooks, all landing solidly, put Barry into another galaxy of pain. Cassie's cousin Cynthia had told her that doubling and tripling up on punches to the same area worked wonders, and Cassie had put it to the test. She'd then kept him upright, cruelly holding him up in the same front choke / upper arm grab she'd used to set him up for the liver shots.

When Cassie did step back and let him fall, he just curled into himself and rolled into a ball in the grass, his eyes shut, his mouth gaping wide desperately trying to regain basic breathing function. Coughing and shuddering, Barry made a low moaning sound as his lungs and diaphragm started working again.

Barry had just gotten the shit kicked out of him, decisively. She had put him on the ground and was standing above him, completely unharmed. His mind was working through this new fact of his life, this complete loss to his hot girl neighbor. She had beaten him, made him cry and had taken her time going about it. It was complete domination, total control. He hadn't even fought back, his only defense was pleading for mercy as big tears rolled down his face.

Now he was curled up in the grass trying to breathe normally. His mind wandered to just before she'd delivered the liver shots, what she'd said about their friend Greenie and if he too would be pissing blood for the next week. Probably, he thought to himself, those six heavy punches had inflicted a lot of damage. And then he realized she'd just ... punched him ... six times – no kung fu, no wrestling, no ... anything but holding him and driving her fist into his exposed body. She hadn't even hit him in the face but he was still completely out of it, still unable to do much other than cry, moan softly and take short breaths.

Watching him at her feet, Cassie gave him another few minutes to recover. She had nothing to fear from Barry at this point,, she knew those liver shots had extinguished whatever fight he may've had in him. It felt like her body was singing, swollen from the physical exertion of pounding Barry and the exultant from the results. She felt like her strength, her power, had destroyed all of his, rendering him this blubbering mess curled up at her feet, completely at her mercy.

Now it was time to show him just a little. She casually walked over and stood where her white Adidas were close to Barry's face. She bent down and said, "Kiss them, Mary."

Before she'd even said "Mary," Barry craned his neck forward and did his best to awkwardly kiss her left shoe. Cassie's fists uncurled, as she knew that Barry was now her bitch and she was his boss. She'd told him to him to kiss her feet and had gotten immediate compliance. This was her power over him, and it was even more intoxicating then when she'd held Barry limp after the left hooks. A now-familiar warmth within her started growing warmer. Fuck, yes, she thought to herself.
 
Cassie allowed him to continue his side-kissing of her shoes for a few more minutes. The only part of him that moved was his face and neck, the rest of him remained curled up in a ball on his left side. Just for fun, Cassie stepped away and over to the large fire pit several feet from where Barry was laying. She then placed her right foot on the fire pit wall, which was about two feet tall. Looking over at Barry, she said, "Keep doing that over here."

Fresh tears welled up in Barry's now-bloodshot eyes. He had hoped that the kissing her shoes at her command was enough, now she told to do it over by the fire pit. His face broke into more crying as he realized he had no choice but to follow her commands or she'd hurt him again. Whatever pride or will of his own Barry had evaporated.

First, he tried to roll over onto his knees, the idea being that from there he could push himself off the ground to standing, maybe use the deck for support. Pain flared from his right side, sending him immediately back to his left side with a strangled cry.

Cassie giggled and tried to stifle it but it was too much, the sight of Barry flopping around and blubbering was too comedic. For Barry, it was now even worse. Not only has Cassie beaten the fuck out him, not only had she turned him into a crying baby who couldn't get off the ground, now she was opening laughing at him, at his weakness and frailty. The tears came even harder for Barry.

Barry spiral down into terminal self-pity was interrupted by Cassie saying, "Don't make me come over there, Cherry."

Fuck ... fuck fuck fuck ... here goes ... Barry thought to himself. Knowing that standing on two feet was too tall of an order, Barry ponderously rolled over onto his hands and knees, his teeth clamped hard against the debilitating pain coming from his liver. Taking a few stabilizing breaths, Barry then realized that he couldn't bear weight on his right arm, so he pinned it to his side. He moved his left arm inward and then began to lurch towards Cassie slowly, his left hand moving forward a few inches followed by his knees scooting along.

It took Barry two minutes to cover about six feet of distance, and Cassie just stood by with one foot planted on the fire pit wall and laughing as she enjoyed the show. Crying, grunting with effort, squealing when he'd scuttled more than three inches forward and his liver reminded him of the damage Cassie'd done to it, Barry finally made it over. With yet another high-pitched squeal when he placed his hands on the fire pit wall, Barry valiantly pulled his face closer to the white Adidas perched next to shaking hands. It had taken absolutely everything Barry had to follow her command and he set to kissing her shoes once again.

This ... now this is just too good, Cassie thought to herself. Looking a little closer at Barry's face, she noticed that the lips planting messy kisses all over her shoes had turned a bluish color. Jesus, i hit him so hard his lips are turning blue ... the warmth she'd felt before became a raging fire, powering yet another orgasm rippling through her body, her thick left leg pulsing as it kept her upright. Oh my god, yes ... yes ...