Sally beats the shit out of Billy

Sally stood in the dark closet, petrified, while her heart was pounding with fear. Billy was taunting her to hit him. Just a single punch, and she could leave.

This is what Billy 'claimed'.

And Sally knew better than to believe him. This was a trap, just like the last time, all those years ago. If she even 'tried' to lay a finger on him, Billy would immediately mock her by saying something like-

'Were you seriously going to punch me?'

...and without wasting a moment, would knock her out.

This was one of the many scenarios which were racing through her head, and all lead to her humiliating downfall.

For a passing moment, Sally hoped her friend Daisy would rescue her from this situation, but knew it won't happen. Unlike Sally herself, no girl in her right mind would enter the boys' locker room, let alone hide in one of its closets.

With tears in her eyes, Sally smiled weakly at her foolishness and accepted her fate. She wasn't leaving anywhere, at least until Billy allowed her. She prayed that at least her face doesn't get any visible damage, as it might affect her future cheerleading prospects.

"What the hell are you waiting for...a fucking warmup?...", Billy grumbled, his voice more than a whisper.

A deafening silence followed his sudden outburst. The only sound audible was from Sally's thumping heart.

Billy smirked. Even in such darkness, he could make out the terror on Sally's face, which emboldened him further.

To hammer down his point, he slid his hands under her skirt, grabbed her ass, and pulled her. Sally quickly clutched Billy's arms to balance herself, eyes widening in complete shock.

Billy crept his fingers towards her underbutt, pulled aside the shorts attached to her skirt, and expertly slipped his digit inside. He felt a thin strand of fabric wedged in her crack.

Sally had been holding her breath since she felt Billy tugging her shorts. She was being violated and could do nothing about it.

Billy grinned as he felt goosebumps on Sally's sweaty ass. He pulled her thong aside and kneaded her anus with his digit.

"Yuck!...you have a swampy ass you dirty bitch!"

Sally's face reddened, unable to meet his tormentor's gaze. Billy, on the other hand, was secretly turned on, further marinating his digit with her ass juice.

His perversion truly had no bounds.

"I...I am so...sorr..."

"Shut the fuck up...and what's with the funky ass breath...forgot to brush?..."

Sally immediately pursed her lips, her face now crimson with humiliation. This was too much to bear. Tears of shame were running down her cheeks, while Billy's dick was throbbing like a fire hose.

Billy was aroused by her scent, that too in such close proximity. He also wanted to lick the shimmering sweat off her cleavage and worship her jugs.

Deep down, Billy pictured Sally overpowering him like his mother, degrading him like filth. But he knew better. He couldn't let this weak-ass bitch hold his leash. His image was at stake.

"You know what Sally...let's speed this up..."

A chill ran down Sally's spine. Was he about to punch her?

"I'll count till three...then squeeze your butt cheeks..."

Billy playfully fondled her sticky derriere, as if to demonstrate.

"...after that...you better use your fist...or else...", he snickered.

Sally, gulping nervously, glanced at her gloved fist.

"Ok...let's begin the game..."

"three..."

Sally clenched and unclenched her fist, getting a hang of the glove.

"two..."

She squeezed her eyes shut, then blinked twice, adjusting to the darkness.

"one..."

She drew a quick breath and clenched her butt cheeks in anticipation.

Just like he said, Billy squeezed her ass, his hands cupping both of her round cheeks and fingers deep inside her crack.

With all the power Sally could muster, she shot her gloved fist.

Right towards Billy's chin.

*BAM!*

Billy's face grew pale as her frail punch connected with his jaw. Sally had somehow managed to hit the exact spot that was damaged by Heather a few days ago.

A wave of darkness spread over Billy's eyes, but he somehow managed to shake it off. This wasn't happening. He won't be losing to a fucking cheerleader.

Billy cleared his head and took a sigh of relief as he realized his legs hadn't given up. Of course, even though Sally managed to punch the precise spot, the **** behind it wasn't enough.

He needed to get out of this closet. One flimsy punch was enough to flush his confidence down the gutter. Billy couldn't let his macho persona be stripped by this dumb cheerleader.

"Ye...yeah...that's it...n...now...you...can leave...", Billy fumbled, **** to sound confident.

Sally was dumbfounded. Was she hearing this correctly? Did Billy just ask her to leave? But why wasn't he letting go of her ass?

If only she knew the predicament he was stuck in. The aftereffect of her dainty punch was still lingering in his head. Although he had just asked her to leave moments ago, his mush brain did not think of slipping his hands out of her knickers.

Sally, oblivious to the situation, reached a different conclusion.

This asshole of a boxer was dangling the keys to her freedom in front of her, by stating she could leave, which she naively accepted, only to continue assaulting her ass. It was just another way to humiliate her.

And thus, it was clear to Sally that Billy wasn't satisfied with her punch.

The way he was unabashedly fondling her butt, despite telling her to leave, only meant one thing...

...he was, in a way, implying to continue the 'game'.

Yes, that was it. This could be the only explanation. Otherwise, he would have just left her. To win this 'game', Sally just had to keep pummelling Billy and pray he won't punch her back.

Billy, in his groggy state, failed to notice Sally getting ready for another jab. Her gloved fist sprung forward, rocketing towards his unguarded jaw.

*BAM!*

Her punch had connected to the precise spot...again.

A wave of nausea crept from Billy's abdomen to his head. His legs faltered, unable to carry his weight. His staggering self involuntarily squeezed her ass again.

She unwittingly took this as a prompt to continue her **** and recoiled her forearm for a third strike.

*BAM!*

Billy's eyes rolled back into his head, spit drooling out his lips. His brain was damaged beyond repair. All he could do was subconsciously try to wriggle his weak fingers out of her panties and unintentionally caress her buttocks.

And all that fondling was leading Billy to his downfall.

"Sally...ughh...nooo...", Billy droned

"Stop it, Billy!... I might be dumb...but I get it..."

Billy blinked his droopy eyes, confused by what this bitch was talking about.

"You like this don't you...this power over me...all this bullying...". Sally's voice was quivering yet assertive.

"...even I know my punches are a joke...so just tell me how many more you want...I beg you...please finish this game...I'll never bother you again!..."

Sally's eyes were red with tears, water running down her nose.

It was funny how she said all this only after unknowingly demolishing his jaw. When she got no response to her plea, Sally gnashed her teeth. How could someone be so heartless?

Only if Sally knew...

A flicker of rage sparked inside her. She curled her gloved fingers tightly and felt the stickiness of her palm. Closing her eyes, she blew out a gust of breath and readied her arm.

*BAM!*

*POW!*

*BAM!*

Punch after punch, Sally was casually stripping him of his strength. She had done more damage in the last few minutes than Heather did in her two bouts. Billy's brain had turned to mush, which was being remoulded by a ditzy cheerleader.

Billy's tongue had comically lolled out. He was now making unintelligible sounds, which Sally subconsciously ignored. She was rather focused on finishing the 'game'.

Sally, now tired of 'beating' Billy, paused to catch her breath. Her cleavage was covered with a sheen of sweat, and nipples protruding in her soggy top. She was panting audibly, right on his face.

Billy's intellect had dropped down to the level of a monkey. He had somehow freed his fingers from Sally's accursed thongs, arms now dangling on either side of his slack body.

He was also sporting a prominent bulge in his tight boxing shorts. Each fateful shot had brought him closer to releasing his load. A tiny flick could have made him cream his pants.

Sally stood confused. Billy wasn't speaking to her anymore. Was the 'game' done?

She was completely clueless about how she had brought Billy to the verge of a knockout. How a lowly peasant had defeated a Greek god and brought him off the pedestal.

The power dynamic had completely reversed.