Mandy the Bully: The New Girl

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Mandy the Bully: The New Girl

Marie. Perfect little Marie. She struts through the hallways with that crop top barely covering her skinny waist, oblivious to the cesspool she’s wading into. She’s too young to know any better, too dumb to see the trap she’s walked into. The other students see it though, and they can’t wait for the show.

”Hey Marie, you know what’s coming, right?” one boy sneers, making exaggerated punching motions towards his own stomach.

”Better keep that tummy tight, girl,” another one mocks, puffing out his cheeks and exhaling dramatically.

Marie sits alone, picking at her food, pretending not to notice the eyes boring into her. The cafeteria buzzes with murmurs and sneers, everyone anticipating the inevitable. A group of pretty cheerleaders, with their perfect hair and impeccable makeup, saunter over and take seats around her.

"Hey, Marie," one of them says, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness. "Do you know what's going to happen to you?"

Marie looks up, confusion and unease written all over her face. "What do you mean?"

The lead cheerleader leans in closer, a smirk playing on her lips. "Mandy is going to kick your ass for wearing that shirt. She loves punching soft girls in the tummy."

Another cheerleader, a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes, nods solemnly. "I had to go through it. Mandy's in the boxing club. She really knows how to punch."

The first cheerleader adds, "It was the most painful thing I ever felt. And the guys thought it was really hot when I was grunting and moaning."

A third girl chimes in, "And Mandy tore off her top. The guys all saw her breasts."

Marie's heart races, her face draining of color. She's never been in a fight, let alone been hit before. The fear grips her, turning her stomach into a knot of dread.

One of the cheerleaders pats her on the back, her touch as cold as her words. "Good luck, Marie. You're gonna need it."

The cheerleaders walk away, leaving Marie more terrified than ever. She glances around the cafeteria, seeing the smirks and whispers, the predatory glints in their eyes. She knows she's alone in this, and there's no escaping what's coming.

The air shifts as Mandy strides in, towering nearly a foot taller than Marie. Her presence commands attention, and a hush falls over the cafeteria. Marie's heart pounds in her chest, praying Mandy won’t notice her.

Mandy talks to one of her friends, laughter and glances directed at Marie. Her heart sinks as Mandy and her friend start walking straight towards her.

"Nice shirt, Marie," Mandy says, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You must be new here."

Marie looks up, confusion and fear mingling in her eyes. "Yeah, just transferred."

Marie can’t look up. She feels the weight of Mandy’s gaze, the cruelty in her eyes. She holds her bag tighter as if it could somehow protect her from the inevitable.

"Well, let me give you a proper welcome," Mandy sneers, grabbing Marie by the arm and dragging her towards the exit. The cafeteria erupts in whispers and jeers, the students following like vultures scenting blood.

Marie tries to back away, but the crowd shoves her forward. The crowd forms a tight circle, eager for the spectacle. Marie's eyes dart around, desperate for an escape, but there's none. She’s trapped.

Mandy starts slow, savoring the fear in Marie’s eyes. She pokes her in the belly with one finger, hard enough to make Marie flinch. "You really shouldn’t wear shirts like that, Marie," Mandy taunts, tracing a finger along Marie’s trembling belly. "It makes you look like a ****."

”What’s wrong, Marie? You afraid?* Mandy taunts, cracking her knuckles. She’s trapped. Mandy shoves Marie against the metal frame. The crowd pushes in, eager for the spectacle.

Marie is terrified. But Mandy smiles suddenly. “Ha! I’m not really going to punch you,”

Relief washes over Marie. Thank God! But as she glances around, she quickly realizes the crowd hasn’t lost its energy. Their eyes are still locked onto her, anticipation buzzing in the air. The students aren't disappointed; they know the real show is just beginning.

Marie sees the punch coming. Mandy's knuckles turn white as she balls up her fist, twisting her waist and leading with her shoulder like a professional fighter. Marie braces herself, but nothing can prepare her for the impact.

Mandy's fist slams into her stomach with a sickening THUD. "OUPH!" Marie gasps, her breath ripped away in an instant. Her ears ring, and her vision swims as her body starves for oxygen. Her abdomen clenches so tightly that she can't draw a breath.

In that moment, Marie can't even contemplate the embarrassing moans escaping her lips or attempt to cover her exposed belly. Dirt cakes her clothes as she writhes on the ground like a dying fish, her whole existence reduced to raw, unfiltered, throbbing pain. She's only vaguely aware of Mandy looming over her.

The sight of Marie writhing on the ground, suffering and moaning, ignites the crowd. She can hear the muted yells encouraging Mandy to pick her up and hit her again. Calls to rip the hot girl's shirt open fill the air, their crude excitement growing at the thought of seeing her bare breasts.

Marie's fear intensifies. She knows she can do nothing to stop Mandy from doing whatever she wants to her. The horrifying thought of ending up bare-ass naked in front of all these people flashes through her mind. But the deep, throbbing pain overwhelms her, leaving her unable to do anything but feebly shake her head in protest.

"Come on, Marie, stand up. We're not done yet," Mandy says, grabbing a fistful of Marie's hair and yanking her dead weight up to her feet. Marie cries out something unintelligible, a desperate plea to escape, but her legs feel like jelly, and she can barely stand.

Marie managed to regain ragged breaths, her chest heaving as she struggled for oxygen. All she could do was watch as Mandy worked her hand into a fist and dropped her shoulder. In the next instant, the little air she'd gathered was brutally pounded out of her. Marie's eyes lost focus, spikes of light dancing in her vision as she started to pass out. Her body wanted to collapse, her legs going limp, but Mandy held her up. Marie thought even half the force of Mandy's punches would destroy her small frame. This was too much, too hard.

Next comes the shirt. Marie feels the hot afternoon air on her skin as Mandy yanks her shirt apart, the fabric splitting down the middle and hanging uselessly from her shoulders. Still struggling to breathe, Marie can only stand there as the crowd roars in approval, phones flashing to capture every moment. The crowd's excitement intensifies, with voices calling out, confirming what they suspected: Marie was a young man’s *********. Now they want more. "Pull down her skirt! Let's see Marie's *******!" they shout, their demands growing louder and more insistent.

”Look at her!”* Mandy shouts to the crowd. ”Isn’t she hot?”

Marie is shoved against the metal pillar once more. Her belly takes a rapid succession of punches. Hard, blunt force just under her *****. "Oof." A thudding shot to her liver. "Ughn!" A deep, invasive uppercut violates Marie's poor belly. "Hoof!" The unfortunate girl's eyes are wide and vacant, a rattled moan escaping her lips.

Before the pain can fully register, another punch digs up hard under Marie's ribs. The agony is beyond anything she could have imagined before today. She silently pleads with her body to pass out, desperate for an escape from the relentless assault.

Mandy’s hands grip Marie’s skirt, yanking it down. Now stripped to her bra and *******, Marie stands exposed, and the crowd goes wild. She has that perfect short torso paired with impossibly long legs. God damn, what a body! If Marie were a little taller, she could be walking the runway. She can only whimper, torn between the humiliation of standing nearly naked in front of the crowd and the throbbing pain in her gut.

Mandy steps back, sizing up her next blows. Marie's tight stomach has turned soft, offering no resistance to Mandy's trained punches.

The punch slams into Marie's abdomen, lifting her off the ground. Her body arches, eyes wide and dull, a guttural moan escaping her lips—half grunt, half sobbing.

Mandy winds up again, driving her fist deep into Marie's midsection. Marie's body lifts again, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The impact sends a shockwave of pain through her, her moan deep and humiliating.

Mandy finally lets Marie drop to her knees. Then she keels over onto her back. Mandy doesn’t waste a second, dropping all her weight onto Marie's ravaged belly, knee first. Marie twitches, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the last of her strength ebbs away.

Marie’s left on the ground, broken and humiliated, a grim reminder to anyone else thinking of stepping out of line. The crowd cheers as Mandy holds up Marie's bra and ******* like a trophy. Marie lies bare-breasted in the dirt, moaning in pain. The crowd disperses, laughing and jeering, leaving her to crawl away on her own.