08-06-2008, 01:34 AM
Kim's beating Written by Unknown
Kim was walking into the gym after school one day. She met up with the weightlifting coach who stopped her in the front entrance.
"Hi, Kim."
"Hi, coach."
"I was wondering if you would like to start the bodybuilding program next week. You'd be a cinch to win teenage girl middleweight in a year or two", he said. He poked her in the stomach. "You'd have to lay off those snickers bars, though", he laughed.
She looked down and gave her belly a little pat.
"But coach, I've got to keep my strength up ,"she said, turning her head a little and smiling.
Coach laughed and gave her another poke in the stomach.
She went on out into the gym. She was thinking that she had enough to keep her busy, being on the ninth-grade swim team, diving team, gymnastics team and being in the band. She walked on out to the court to shoot some baskets. There was a group of boys standing side court, laughing and talking. She shot one basket and the ball bounced off the rim and went over toward the group of boys. One of the boys, whom she recognized as a twelfth-grader, caught it and said, "Wanna play for a few points?"
"Sure",Kim said.
He tossed the ball into her stomach and came out on the court. The other boys stopped talking and watched. Kim got the first point. She had gotten around the big twelfth-grader and had gotten a jump shot. She handed the ball to the boy. He tried for a jump shot, but Kim blocked it. the boys laughed a little. It was Kim's turn again. She was jockeying for position around the boy and raised her hands to shoot. At that moment the boy fore-armed her in the stomach. She held on to the ball and got around him and scored another jump shot.
"Sorry", the boy said. "An accident".
"That's okay", said Kim.
The boy took the ball and tried for another basket. As he was dribbling and Kim held her arms out to guard him, he suddenly shoved the ball into her stomach hard. Kim doubled over a little and he went around her and scored.
"Sorry", he said.
"
That's all right", said Kim.
She heard the boys snickering over by the side court. She heard one say that he wanted to stay and "watch her tits bounce".
Kim's turn now. She took the ball and dribbled. The boy tried to guard her but she got around him. She raised her arms to shoot and he elbowed her in the stomach, hard. She bent over, but held on the ball and bypassed him, getting another basket.
The ball bounced over to where the other boys were standing. She went over to get it and one of the boys tripped her.
"Oh-oh,my foot slipped",he said.
Kim got up and didn't say anything. She was going to finish the game. she knew she always had to finish what she started. If she had not wanted to play, she should have told the boy. She was going to finish and treat him courteously, even if he was being rude and doing things to her that he shouldn't.
"Last point",she said.
Kim tossed him the ball. He dribbled for a second, Kim guarding him, keeping her distance a little so he could not foul her again. He stopped dribbling and moved closer to her and raised the ball over his head. When Kim raised her arms to block, he brought his knee up into her stomach and tried to go around. But Kim had expected it and took it with her abdominals tight. She came back around and blocked the ball. He lost the shot and the points match. The boys laughed a little. The twelfth-grader's face was red. He looked at Kim, who said,"Good match".
He threw the ball into her stomach fast and hard, knocking some of the wind out of Kim. He turned to the boys and said,"Let's go". Kim watched as they left. One of the boys said that the twelfth-grader should have "grabbed her tits". Comments like that hurt worse than being punched in the stomach. Kim stood there till the boys got out the door. She wanted to wait till they left to go home.
She thought for a minute and understood how the boy may have gotten mad, being beaten by a freshman girl. She remembered judo lessons last year and why she quit after she got her green belt. She had to wrestle boys in the class. They took every opportunity to put their hands on her breasts or knee her in the stomach, or fall on her with all their weight.
She walked toward the entrance and stopped at the door to fix her pony-tail in the window's reflection. When she put her hands behind her head she felt a little ache in her stomach and noticed that two boys were looking at her chest as she raised her arms. Kim just had that kind of build. She was five-one, broad-shouldered and thick-chested, as much from her heavy muscle structure as from actual breast tissue. She was the kind of girl that, when she was prepping her dive off the ten-meter and raised or extended her arms, everyone just looked at her chest. She couldn't help but notice it.
But Kim's attitude was as healthy as her body. She was popular with the teachers, but not with other students, for some reason. The math teacher always touching her nose with his fist and calling her "short stuff" didn't help. The silver medal in all-state balance beam didn't help, either.
Kim went around the gym on her way home. She always took a short-cut, though it was dark and isolated back there for a good hundred feet. Kim was never afraid of anything.
She came around the corner and halfway down the alley was the group of boys from the gym, waiting for her to get far enough away from the parking area.
"Hi,guys", she said as she approached them.
The twelfth-grader stepped in front of her Kim stopped and looked up at him. She said,"Excuse me,gotta go home". Conscious of having done only good, Kim never saw others as enemies. That wasn't always a good asset.
He put his hand against her shoulder and pushed her. "Let's see if you can cheat your way out of this one," he said. He pushed her back against one of the other boys, who grabbed her from behind, grasping her arms above the elbows and holding them behind her. It never dawned on her to scream or cry for help .An out-of-wedlock child who lived with an aunt, Kim had never known anything but self-reliance. She was not used to having help from others.
One of the boys said that her chest stuck out farther when her arms were pulled back like that. Kim looked at him. At that moment the twelfth-grader drove his fist into her stomach. It knocked the breath out of her as her eyes were diverted to the other boy when the blow landed. The other boys made "uuhh" sounds and laughed at one another.
The boy said, "How do you like that?", and put his hand under her chin and wiggled her head back and forth.
The boy holding her arms got an immediate sensation when the boy punched Kim and her body pressed back into his. He noted how thick her arms were for a girl. He looked down at her breasts. With her arms pulled back like that, they looked more like oversized pectoral muscles.
By now Kim was able to take another breath and had control over her stomach muscles again. The boy punched her again. Kim gritted her teeth and tightened up. The boy started punching right and left right into the middle of her stomach. The boy holding her pushed his pelvis into her back and pulled her against his body, becoming excited. The twelfth-grader saw that Kim was taking the blows too well.
He put his left hand against her chest and started punching harder with just his right hand, lower. He could see her navel though her sweaty t-shirt. He punched her right at the waist-band of her gym shorts, a couple of inches below her navel. Now instead of gritted teeth and squinted eyes, he noticed Kim's mouth was open, her eyes glassy and there was a faint breathy sound with every punch. Her stomach was no longer hard. It was like punching the stomach of someone sleeping.
Kim was starting to black out. The boy holding her felt her arms get limp saw her head jerk with every punch that landed in her stomach. Suddenly the boys started running. The boy holding her wondered where they were going, but could not let go of Kim, as if he were masturbating and could not stop. He heard the footsteps behind him. A heavy hand caught the back of his neck like vice-grip pliers. He let go and Kim slid down the front of his body to the ground.
Coach Wade turned him around and hissed, "Get over against that wall and don't move."
He turned around. Kim was sitting pow-wow style on the ground, holding herself up with one arm and holding her stomach with one hand.
Coach Wade stooped down and gently placed his hand on her shoulder ,looking carefully into her eyes, glassy and blinking. She took her hand away from her stomach and grabbed the coach's arm.
"No,coach. I'm ok. Just let me sit down for a minute.
Kim was walking into the gym after school one day. She met up with the weightlifting coach who stopped her in the front entrance.
"Hi, Kim."
"Hi, coach."
"I was wondering if you would like to start the bodybuilding program next week. You'd be a cinch to win teenage girl middleweight in a year or two", he said. He poked her in the stomach. "You'd have to lay off those snickers bars, though", he laughed.
She looked down and gave her belly a little pat.
"But coach, I've got to keep my strength up ,"she said, turning her head a little and smiling.
Coach laughed and gave her another poke in the stomach.
She went on out into the gym. She was thinking that she had enough to keep her busy, being on the ninth-grade swim team, diving team, gymnastics team and being in the band. She walked on out to the court to shoot some baskets. There was a group of boys standing side court, laughing and talking. She shot one basket and the ball bounced off the rim and went over toward the group of boys. One of the boys, whom she recognized as a twelfth-grader, caught it and said, "Wanna play for a few points?"
"Sure",Kim said.
He tossed the ball into her stomach and came out on the court. The other boys stopped talking and watched. Kim got the first point. She had gotten around the big twelfth-grader and had gotten a jump shot. She handed the ball to the boy. He tried for a jump shot, but Kim blocked it. the boys laughed a little. It was Kim's turn again. She was jockeying for position around the boy and raised her hands to shoot. At that moment the boy fore-armed her in the stomach. She held on to the ball and got around him and scored another jump shot.
"Sorry", the boy said. "An accident".
"That's okay", said Kim.
The boy took the ball and tried for another basket. As he was dribbling and Kim held her arms out to guard him, he suddenly shoved the ball into her stomach hard. Kim doubled over a little and he went around her and scored.
"Sorry", he said.
"
That's all right", said Kim.
She heard the boys snickering over by the side court. She heard one say that he wanted to stay and "watch her tits bounce".
Kim's turn now. She took the ball and dribbled. The boy tried to guard her but she got around him. She raised her arms to shoot and he elbowed her in the stomach, hard. She bent over, but held on the ball and bypassed him, getting another basket.
The ball bounced over to where the other boys were standing. She went over to get it and one of the boys tripped her.
"Oh-oh,my foot slipped",he said.
Kim got up and didn't say anything. She was going to finish the game. she knew she always had to finish what she started. If she had not wanted to play, she should have told the boy. She was going to finish and treat him courteously, even if he was being rude and doing things to her that he shouldn't.
"Last point",she said.
Kim tossed him the ball. He dribbled for a second, Kim guarding him, keeping her distance a little so he could not foul her again. He stopped dribbling and moved closer to her and raised the ball over his head. When Kim raised her arms to block, he brought his knee up into her stomach and tried to go around. But Kim had expected it and took it with her abdominals tight. She came back around and blocked the ball. He lost the shot and the points match. The boys laughed a little. The twelfth-grader's face was red. He looked at Kim, who said,"Good match".
He threw the ball into her stomach fast and hard, knocking some of the wind out of Kim. He turned to the boys and said,"Let's go". Kim watched as they left. One of the boys said that the twelfth-grader should have "grabbed her tits". Comments like that hurt worse than being punched in the stomach. Kim stood there till the boys got out the door. She wanted to wait till they left to go home.
She thought for a minute and understood how the boy may have gotten mad, being beaten by a freshman girl. She remembered judo lessons last year and why she quit after she got her green belt. She had to wrestle boys in the class. They took every opportunity to put their hands on her breasts or knee her in the stomach, or fall on her with all their weight.
She walked toward the entrance and stopped at the door to fix her pony-tail in the window's reflection. When she put her hands behind her head she felt a little ache in her stomach and noticed that two boys were looking at her chest as she raised her arms. Kim just had that kind of build. She was five-one, broad-shouldered and thick-chested, as much from her heavy muscle structure as from actual breast tissue. She was the kind of girl that, when she was prepping her dive off the ten-meter and raised or extended her arms, everyone just looked at her chest. She couldn't help but notice it.
But Kim's attitude was as healthy as her body. She was popular with the teachers, but not with other students, for some reason. The math teacher always touching her nose with his fist and calling her "short stuff" didn't help. The silver medal in all-state balance beam didn't help, either.
Kim went around the gym on her way home. She always took a short-cut, though it was dark and isolated back there for a good hundred feet. Kim was never afraid of anything.
She came around the corner and halfway down the alley was the group of boys from the gym, waiting for her to get far enough away from the parking area.
"Hi,guys", she said as she approached them.
The twelfth-grader stepped in front of her Kim stopped and looked up at him. She said,"Excuse me,gotta go home". Conscious of having done only good, Kim never saw others as enemies. That wasn't always a good asset.
He put his hand against her shoulder and pushed her. "Let's see if you can cheat your way out of this one," he said. He pushed her back against one of the other boys, who grabbed her from behind, grasping her arms above the elbows and holding them behind her. It never dawned on her to scream or cry for help .An out-of-wedlock child who lived with an aunt, Kim had never known anything but self-reliance. She was not used to having help from others.
One of the boys said that her chest stuck out farther when her arms were pulled back like that. Kim looked at him. At that moment the twelfth-grader drove his fist into her stomach. It knocked the breath out of her as her eyes were diverted to the other boy when the blow landed. The other boys made "uuhh" sounds and laughed at one another.
The boy said, "How do you like that?", and put his hand under her chin and wiggled her head back and forth.
The boy holding her arms got an immediate sensation when the boy punched Kim and her body pressed back into his. He noted how thick her arms were for a girl. He looked down at her breasts. With her arms pulled back like that, they looked more like oversized pectoral muscles.
By now Kim was able to take another breath and had control over her stomach muscles again. The boy punched her again. Kim gritted her teeth and tightened up. The boy started punching right and left right into the middle of her stomach. The boy holding her pushed his pelvis into her back and pulled her against his body, becoming excited. The twelfth-grader saw that Kim was taking the blows too well.
He put his left hand against her chest and started punching harder with just his right hand, lower. He could see her navel though her sweaty t-shirt. He punched her right at the waist-band of her gym shorts, a couple of inches below her navel. Now instead of gritted teeth and squinted eyes, he noticed Kim's mouth was open, her eyes glassy and there was a faint breathy sound with every punch. Her stomach was no longer hard. It was like punching the stomach of someone sleeping.
Kim was starting to black out. The boy holding her felt her arms get limp saw her head jerk with every punch that landed in her stomach. Suddenly the boys started running. The boy holding her wondered where they were going, but could not let go of Kim, as if he were masturbating and could not stop. He heard the footsteps behind him. A heavy hand caught the back of his neck like vice-grip pliers. He let go and Kim slid down the front of his body to the ground.
Coach Wade turned him around and hissed, "Get over against that wall and don't move."
He turned around. Kim was sitting pow-wow style on the ground, holding herself up with one arm and holding her stomach with one hand.
Coach Wade stooped down and gently placed his hand on her shoulder ,looking carefully into her eyes, glassy and blinking. She took her hand away from her stomach and grabbed the coach's arm.
"No,coach. I'm ok. Just let me sit down for a minute.