Becky Can't Resist Her Fun -2

****Part 2 of School Bully, please read Part 1 first for context****

Basketball practice is really the only place in this school where I really focus and give my all. I love the game and I'm really good at it. My height and strength make me a star in this sport, at 6'5 and 170 lbs of lean muscle, there was no girl who was tall enough or strong enough to guard me. Actually, it would be hard to even find a guy that's big enough to guard me, maybe my boyfriend, who's a beast himself haha.

We finished practice and I was getting my gym bag from my locker to leave. I think I was the only person left in the school, I stayed late to shoot some more shots, so the hallway was deserted. I quickly took off my sweaty t-shirt and basketball shoes and put them in my bag along with my other sweaty clothes. I sweat a lot during practice, so I always bring 2 changes of clothes. I already had my shorts, sweatshirt, and socks sitting in there drenched in sweat, stinking like it too when I opened the bag up. I added my t-shirt, socks, and shoes to it. I put on a clean sweatshirt, grabbed another pair of my white Nike socks and pulled them up high over my leg and put on an extra pair of runners. I slung my gym bag on and started walking through the hallway towards my car.

Just then, a classroom door opened a little ahead and that little geek from a few weeks ago walked through. He must have stayed late too. He didn't notice me, he just continued walking straight ahead. I haven't seen this kid since I gave him his punishment a few weeks ago. I felt an urge in me, I wanted to have a little fun before I left. I quietly sped up my pace and within a few long strides, I was right behind him, he had no idea. 

"Well hi, there little twerp" I whispered devilishly. The kid stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around and looked up at me. I saw fear shoot through his face, which made my insides quiver. I saw him looking at me from top to bottom, taking in my size and outfit. "What did I tell you about ignoring the queen of this school?" I asked him sternly. He shook on spot, my body yearned. "I'm sorry," he said with his head down. "You better be, you're just an insignificant little worm in this school, a short, tiny little bug. I'm the queen of this school, look at me, I can crush you with one foot, remember the bathroom? I asked him smirking. He put his head lower in shame, I didn't even think his head could go any lower. 

"Look at me" I warned him. He instantly looked up. "You remember the bathroom don't you," I asked him to wish he nodded. "Tell me you deserved what happened in the bathroom." He looked at me afraid. "I wanna hear you say those words, tell me" I pushed further. He didn't say anything, he just took their quiet. I gave him a few more seconds and then swung my open hand quick and fierce against his face. The contact made a loud SMACK that rang across the hallway. The kid fell to the ground on impact, grabbing his cheek, tears falling from his little eyes. "GET UP" I yelled at him. He got up that second, holding his cheek, crying. "When I ask for something, YOU DO IT" I screamed at him. "On your knees in front of me RIGHT NOW" he followed instantly kneeling in front of me, his queen. "Now tell me you deserved it," I said again watching down on him. " I deserved it, I deserved what you did to me in the bathroom" he cried out. "Good my little toilet boy" I teased. "You're my little toilet boy aren't you?" I asked him moving his hand off his cheek and gently holding his cheek with my own. "Say it" I warned him, with his cheek in my hand as a reminder. "I'm your toilet boy" he whispered, tears falling again. 

Oh the submissive control, how it shook my body, I loved the feeling of making these little men so helpless. " Okay stand up" He stood up in front of me, his head barely reaching my chest. I stared at his crying face for a few seconds as he stood in front of me with his head down. I raised his head up with a finger under his chin and looked him in his wet eyes. I reached down and grabbed him by the armpits and lifted him up into my arms. I brought his small, fragile body close to mine. I cupped his butt in one of my hands and gently used my other to bring his head down onto my shoulder. He instinctively wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist like a little boy. He snuggled into my neck like a baby. I slowly swayed his body back and forth and stroked his hair, bouncing him like a baby. He was lost in emotion, he had no idea where he was. 

I wanted this little twerp for more fun, I wasn't done yet. While the kid was lost in my arms, I slowly opened up my oversized gym bag, it stunk bad, with all my sweaty gym clothes. I had sweatshirts, t-shirts, tank tops, shoes, gym socks, all sweaty, all stinky. But it was a big bag, big enough to fit this little man. Before he could even react, I swung his body into a cradle and lowered him into my gym bag. Once he realized what was happening, he started yelling for help, kicking and wailing around. "Still have some fight in you huh" I teased, grabbing his arms with one of my hands. "Please stop, let me go!!!" He yelled, starting to cry again. I grabbed one of my sweaty gym socks and stuck it into his mouth. I could see the disgust on his face, him gagging on its taste. "How does it feel to have my sweaty stinky gym socks in your mouth" I teased making him gag more. I had old shoelaces in my gym bag. I used it to tie his hands behind his back. I then quickly grabbed both his feet and tied them together. The little man couldn't move or scream. I crunched his body to fit into the gym bag and then zipped it shut, he fit inside!!!

"How does it smell in there, I know it smells horrible, all my sweaty clothes in there for days" I mocked him. I then lifted up the gym bag pretty easily and slung it over my shoulder. I walked to my car and placed my bag with the man inside in my backseat.

I could hear thrashing inside as I was carrying him, even as I was driving in the backseat. I smiled to myself, my insides quaking in excitement. I drove to a campsite, isolated in the wilderness, a spot I used to come to a lot when I was younger. Far from the city, without many people. I pulled out the gym bag and carried it over my shoulder with him inside to my usual spot. It was a 15 min walk into the forest, but the twerp was so light, I didn't even notice the extra weight. Once we got to our spot, I dropped the bag to the ground with a thud and finally unzipped the bag. He was just laying there all crumpled up, eyes all crusty from the tears, his mouth full of my sock. 

I just started laughing at him and pulled my phone out and started taking pictures. "You look so pathetic, you worm, look at you," I said pointing my phone at him. "Look how pathetic you look." I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him out of my gym bag. I pulled him to a nearby picnic table and left him on the floor. I sat on the bench with one of my legs over the other, wagging my foot while I watched him. I had one final idea.

I reached down and scooped his tiny body off the ground and put him in my lap. I undid his restraints so his arms and legs were free. I then wrapped him up in my arms, cradling his body to me like a newborn baby. I left the sock in his mouth. He didn't move, didn't resist, just laid there accepting his fate. "I have one last surprise for you little man. This time, you didn't do anything to me, you're just a little worm, a pathetic little worm who deserves this. A pathetic little twerp who deserves this kind of treatment from bigger stronger women. I'm the queen of them all here and when the queen wants to have fun, her little worms will have to do as she sees fit" I said to him smirking. 

I tied my shoelaces together to make a longer string. I sat the twerp up on my lap and pulled his shirt off to reveal his little skinny body. I grabbed both his wrists with one hand and pulled his arms straight over his head and tied his wrists together. I then slung his weak little body over my shoulder and carried him to a nearby tree. I flung the excess string hanging from his wrists over a large tree branch about 7 ft up in the air, right at my arms reach. I then let him go and pulled down on the rope, suspending him by his wrists in the air. His arms were straight up, hanging onto this tree branch by the rope, his feet dangling in the air, panic all over his face. He started kicking in panic, but I quickly tied the rope tight to the tree. He was suspended by his wrists in front of me. I quickly pulled off his shoes and then pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He was hanging there naked, his small little thing all shrivelled up, pathetic. "Look at that little raisin thing you have, pathetic, you're jotting a man, you're a pathetic little worm-like that pathetic little thing you have," I said hollering in laughter. "Now my surprise is over, have a fun little man, hope you get home safe," I said as I turned around and started walking away. I could hear muffled screams coming from behind, the poor twerp couldn't even make a sound with my stinky gym sock still in his mouth.

I got in my car and drove off, leaving the guy there hanging. The queen struck again, the baddest queen in town. Did I feel remorse, not at all? I'm the alpha, I'm the queen, just like how a lion hunts the gazelle or a wolf hunts a sheep, how humans kill animals for food and clothing, I'm at the top of the food chain, and if I have to hunt for pleasure, I will.