It's no secret that I'm a fan of the big girl beating little girl genre, particularly school girls versus biker chicks or cowgirls. But I've also had the privilege of getting input from both sides. I've dated some very sexy biker chicks and taught at schools where some of these women have been beaten senseless. Consequently, I don't just base my stories on how I want them to end, but on reality.
Let's face it, high school girls have attitudes today and are more violent than in the past. They also have short fuses and seek out people to beat up, whether it's on a whim or part of an initiation to get accepted into a gang. And biker chicks are easy prey, as some of my teen informers have intimated in the past. Biker chicks are humiliated when high school girls beat their ass, and they hardly ever pursue litigation because of it. The girls are smart and know this.
The worst beatings seem to come at the hands of fat girls, who subconsciously are venting some of their frustrations from being ostracized by slim, attractive girls and women. Maybe someone's made fun of them in the past or picked on them relentlessly. Biker chicks seem to be unlucky as hell, especially if they're caught selling drugs at a high school. In many cases, it's the fattest girls in the school that get a hold of these tight-jeaned biker chicks and pound them into oblivion. Shot putters, softball players or just some wide-hipped brute who wants to lay one of these women out. And they have no problems getting violent with the biker babes.
Some biker chicks only slap at the girls, but the fat girls always punch -- and very hard. This is to ensure a severe beating and to send a message to the bikers. It's also what the girls call the intimidation factor. And biker women have told me that there's nothing more terrifying than looking up at some huge teen girl who's ready to smash your face in. A behemoth they know they can't beat, and if they fight back, they get pounded harder in return. Biker chicks get weak in the knees and scared, and the fat girls sense it. They're then ready for blood. Some girls refer to the beatings as pussy bashings.
Unfortunately, biker women also have to answer to the bikers. They can get their ass kicked or even killed by returning home without the money -- cash that these behemoths often grab from the back pockets of their Levi's, Wranglers or whatever when they finish brutalizing them. This brings me to my latest story. It's not real long but I hope some biker chicks read it and stop selling drugs at the schools. I hate seeing these women get hurt because the high school girls will bloody and brutalize them when they can. If nothing else, it'll make them think twice about entering a high school.
I knew of this 27 year-old biker chick who, for some reason, started selling drugs. She had lost her job as marketing manager during the recession and couldn't find work for a couple years. When approached by her biker boyfriend, who needed her help in getting into a major gang, she saw an opportunity to make some quick cash making drops.
Her name is Barb. She's 5'4" tall and 110 pounds and has one of the best asses I've ever seen. She's actually racked up some cash winning some "best ass in jeans" contests in bars -- both locally and in Florida during bike week.
It was a hot spring day in late April when she had to make a drop at a high school in town and collect the money. An eighteen year-old girl name Trudy met her at the back of the school after-hours and let her in. The janitor was away and the doors hadn't yet been locked. However, fifteen minutes before the first blow was landed and Barb's attempted escape, someone locked the back door, trapping the woman inside.
"You got them?" the girl said. Barb nodded as she looked up at the tall girl. She was clad in tight jeans and boots and a snug black and white sweater. She felt intimidated by the 6'0" tall girl; she handed the girl the dope before she got the cash. She was still a rookie at this "drop and collect" shit and just plain scared. Problem was, the girl had no intention of paying her. It was a set-up. As Barb looked at Trudy and asked for the money, she got shoved from behind. Barb flew over a striped couch and landed across a wooden bench -- both of which had been moved there near some other heaps of junk and chairs.
Trudy then said, "Time to face your punishment, bitch," and then disappeared.
With her body splayed across the wooden bench and leather biker purse now on the floor, she looked back and saw one of the fattest girls she's ever seen. The girl was also eighteen and about 6'4," with hips as wide as a barn door. Barb's heart pounded as she tried to push herself up, knowing the girl was now waddling toward her, fists curled and glaring at her as if she were her appointed executioner.
Barb scrabbled her long nails on the tiles but couldn't get to her feet. The girl trundled around the bench, her footsteps vibrating the floor, hiked up her giant leg up and stomped down on Barb's left shoulder.
"Uhhhhhhh," cried Barb, as her face struck the cold tiles. She tried to push herself up, but the girl stomped on her back. Barb's chin smacked the floor. Her head spun. The fat teen then grabbed Barb's left leg and flung her off the bench and onto the floor.
Barb gasped as she lay on her stomach. She tried to move but couldn't. The rhino had injured her shoulder. She also felt as if her upper ribs were crushed.
"You should know better, coming into a high school and pushing your drugs, biker slut." The girl smirked and grabbed Barb's hair. Seconds later, she pulled her to her feet by her long blonde hair. Barb screamed as the girl clutched her golden mane and punched her in the stomach. The biker chick fell to her knees but immediately got yanked to her feet. This time, the girl delivered an upper cut to her solar plexus. Barb dropped to her stomach on the floor -- hands splayed.
"You biker cxnts think you're tough waltzing around our school in your tight jeans selling drugs. Well, let's just see how far you get today, slut. It's payback time, little bitch."
Barb struggled to get to her knees. She fell to her ass and then on her back. The girl trudged forward and grabbed for Barb's boots. The biker woman kicked her boots out, prompting the girl to back up. Just as her boots landed on the tiles, the girl stepped forward and kicked Barb in the crotch. She smirked and repeated the brutal blow seconds later. Barb writhed on the ground in agony.
"A message for your little shaved cxnt. I guess that's why you can slide into those tight jeans of yours."
Barb didn't answer. "Maybe you think of me when you can't have sex with your boyfriend tomorrow, bitch." The girl kicked Barb in the pussy again.
"Uhhhhhhh. Oh, please stop." The fat teen kicked her in the cxnt again.
"Ummphhh!" Barb grabbed her crotch and rolled to her right. But the girl reached down, grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked her to her feet. The biker chick screamed in agony as she got pulled up from behind. The girl then turned her around and engulfed her in a brutal bear hug, hoisting Barb three feet off the floor.
Barb looked up and moaned as the girl squeezed the life out of her.
"I oughtta just squish you to death now, you skinny bitch. You're a worthless piece of shit."
"What are you, a stripper or something?"
"No," said Barb.
"Yeah you are. With that ass."
"Okay. I am. Just let me go."
The girl dropped the woman on her boots. She watched the thin older chick stumble around, letting out a deep chuckle as Barb struggled to stay on her feet. Just as Barb looked up, legs wobbling and mouth parted, the high school girl belted her in the mouth with her fat fist, which knocked her back five or six feet near the steps.
With blood flowing down both sides of her mouth, Barb tried to run up the steps, but the girl grabbed one of her boots and pulled her back down. She then grabbed Barb by her hair again and yanked her off the steps. Barb screamed some more. She slapped at the girl. The girl laughed.
"You ain't gonna take me out with those weak little slaps 'cause I'll murder you with my punches. Barb stopped slapping and backed up. Just then, the girl lunged forward with her quick, athletic agility and smashed the biker chick in the nose. Barb's nose popped like a cherry as blood sprayed on her shirt and sweater. Another blow to the temple knocked her to the floor, her head barely missing the step. The girl grabbed Barb by her jacket and belt and hurled her across the room. Barb landed with a thud.
The huge girl and slim woman were now at the top of the steps, leading to the back door. Barb was on her knees with her arm up to protect herself. Half the blonde's face was bloody, but the fat girl was far from finished with the beating. She reached down, pulled Barb to her feet, grabbed her from behind between the legs and by the front of her throat, hoisted her up and threw her down the steps. Barb slammed into the door with her right shoulder.
"Ummmmphhhh!"
Barb weakly raised her arm up and tried to push the crash bar on the door, but it was locked. The girl let out a sonorous laugh. "You're not going anywhere, you little bitch!"
"Oh, please. You win. I give."
"It doesn't work like that."
The biker chick sank to her ass. She panted as she sat there bleeding from multiple orifices. The fat teen waited a few seconds, then waddled down the steps toward her prey. This time, she picked Barb up under the arms and slammed her back-first against the door.
"Uhhhhhhh."
The behemoth slammed Barb against the door twice more. Barb smacked the back of her head against the door the last time, which sent her reeling into a dizzy spell. She stumbled around at the bottom of the steps. Seconds later, the fat girl grabbed a fistful of denim near Barb's crotch, picked her up under the chin, tilted her head back and rammed her head into the door.
Barb sank to her side like a sack of potatoes. The girl lifted her head up and slammed the side of her face on the tiles and knocked her out.
When she came to, Barb was on her knees in the girl's locker room; her arms were tied to a weight bench with her bare ass exposed. This was how the cops found her after the girl had dragged her the entire length of the school to the locker room. Some say the fat girl dragged Barb across the floor to the locker room by her boots as Barb lay on her stomach; the girl then ripped off her sweater, jeans and boots. Rumor has it the girl wanted to kill the woman and dump her body in the pond behind the school. But several girls stepped in to save her. The fat teen was choking her with her forearm as Barb kneeled on the floor naked before the girls intervened. The tie-up was a wicked suggestion that both humiliated the biker chick and sent her to jail.
Drug-dealing biker chicks be warned! There are some girls that want to do more than harm you if you sell drugs in their schools. So the next time you think about prancing that tight-jeaned ass around a high school, remember that you may have to face the fattest girl in the school. And she won't take it easy on your skinny little delicate body. She'll be out to spill your blood and may even try to kill you. It's just a matter of time before you or one of your biker chick friends gets murdered if you meet up with the wrong teen girl.
