Chapter 2: The First Battle Begins

For a moment there was nothing but silence as everyone tried to process what the beautiful blond principal had been ordered to do. It was then obvious that, whatever the elegant beauty had been expecting, it certainly hadn’t been this.

“Wha, wha, what? What? What?” stammered Beverly in reply. Certainly the pig wasn’t serious as this was something that even her brilliant mind couldn’t comprehend.

“Stand up, take off your dwess and give it to me. Take off your dwess and hand it to me or else I’ll take it off myself.”

It was the calmness in his voice that perhaps stunned the beautiful 37-year-old blond PhD more than anything else. For Osama said it like it was something perfectly normal while Beverly thought there was nothing more horrible. After all, she was raised a sheltered Catholic girl who grew up in a rather wealthy neighborhood and her parents had always warned her about people. Up until now, Beverly hadn’t truly understood what they were talking about for she had never been in any real danger.

Now though, a fourteen-year-old black boy was giving her an order so different from what she had thought possible that her innocent mind could not process what she was hearing. Finally, when it became obvious that she wasn’t going to comply, Osama moved with a surprising speed for someone so obese. Although the 6-foot-tall gorgeous blond lady towered over him when she was standing; obese Osama easily outweighed her. His entire body slammed into where Beverly was sitting as his hands shoved hard against her chair. His left hand hit the back rest of the chair while his right lifted up on the seat as, for a moment, both Beverly and her chair were lifted completely off the ground before they then came crashing down on their side against the cold and hard tile of the schoolhouse floor.

All of Beverly’s weight now landed on her left arm as a sharp bolt of pain exploded from her wrist to her shoulder and she let out a painful bark that caused all the other women to flinch. Now, before she could move, Osama was upon her and he grabbed two fistfuls of Beverly’s shoulder length blonde hair before bouncing her head against the cold tile floor. This left her stunned as the leader of The Pigs dragged her across the floor. He brought her out from behind her desk and into the semi-circle that the other desks formed. As Beverly’s chair was also dragged over the tile it made a horrible screeching sound but at least this muffled Beverly’s screams of pain which were painful to hear. Once she was in the semi-circle; Osama let go of her hair and, as he was doing so, Beverly slowly became more lucid as her shock was wearing off.

“Uhhhh,” was all the formerly poised Headmistress was able to get out. However quickly she was recovering Beverly was still nowhere near a state of being able to fight back and this was what Osama wanted. He certainly wasn’t going to wait until she had fully come around. No, he now saw his advantage and he moved quickly to maintain it. With a speed that surprised everyone, Osama waddled around in front of Beverly as she lay on her side. Her hands were pressed against the floor and she was trying to get up until Osama kicked her in the stomach which caused her to scream. Beverly then again tried to move but she couldn’t do it fast enough as Osama grabbed her right wrist even though her arm had been tucked up against her side. He then stretched Beverly’s arm out straight and, before she could pull it back, Osama stomped on it twice, as hard as he could. The first blow came down on Beverly’s elegant upper arm and the second then landed on her slender and delicate wrist. Beverly had still not recovered from the kick to her stomach and now all she could do was to let out a moan that sounded as if it were strangled. This apparently satisfied Osama that Beverly was sufficiently incapacitated and so he decided to taunt her as she lay by his feet.

“You aint’ doin’ so well at keeping hold a your dress, is you Principal Moore?” Osama derisively asked but Beverly gave no answer. Instead, she simply let out a groan and made a desperate attempt to curl up in a ball. For Beverly, the room was still spinning but her conscious mind was returning as the gorgeous married lady feared what fate lay before her if she did not get up and defend herself. Still, in the end, there was nothing the former beauty queen pageant winner could do as Osama was moving just too fast. In haste he now stepped over Beverly and then dropped his massive fat frame on top of her with his enormous bulk landing right on her soft and supple stomach. His knees also came down on top of her arms and, as his rock hard patellas crushed both of her wrists, Beverly screamed, although with the pain in her stomach it quickly faded to a gurgle. “You can’t do this!” screamed teacher Amy Robinson. She was the third of the three gorgeous teachers and, although she towered over the petite Linda she was still several inches shorter than Kayla. Even so, she was an avid and hardened rock climber, and the sleeves on her dress hinted at just how strong her arms really were. From her position on the far side of the room pressed up against the counter Amy now moved. She made a beeline for Beverly as Kadir made a beeline for her.

“Get your ass back against the wall or you can take her place!” now thundered Kadir and, as tough as Amy was, the site of the six foot four, two hundred and seventy-five pound heavily muscled black man charging towards her sent her scurrying back to the wall.

“Any of you other bitches wanna tell me what I can and can’t do, I make an example outta you just to show everybody that I can do it!” roared Kadir causing the women and girls around the room to first gasp and then sob; not only at the vicious beating that Beverly was enduring but for being trapped in a situation for which there seemed no escape. Now, as Beverly struggled weakly beneath Osama, she tried desperately to roll onto her stomach in order to deny Osama access to the zipper that closed up her dress. Her reward for this was to then have her body crushed as Osama squeezed his massive legs together. They tightened painfully around her body as they were thick with muscles like steel cables hardened from carrying his massive weight. Beverly then groaned again while Osama pulled her arms free; he then pulled them down and behind her so that they were painfully behind her back and, as she started to scream, everyone believed both Beverly’s arms would pop out of their sockets. But, a moment before this happened, Osama stopped pulling them behind her. Instead, he forced her arms downward and pinned her hands against the floor.

“You try and free your arms and I’m gonna pull ‘em right out of their sockets. After that I guarantee you aint’ gonna be tryin’ to move them any more,” Osama said threateningly

“Yes! Yes! Yeh-heh-heh-heh-esssssss!!!!!!!!” screamed Beverly in reply.

Now, the once elegant lady with a doctorate in education, who had so recently prided herself on never being seen with a single hair out of place, blubbered and sobbed for everyone to see.

“You think you’ve seen pain so far, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” said Osama. He then grabbed another fistful of her semi-curly blond hair and yanked her head back. Beverly was now looking at the semi-circle or, at least, she would have been if she could have seen through her tears.

“Believe me?” Osama now asked as he yanked back on Beverly’s hair once again.

“Yes! Yes! I believe you!” the six-foot-tall statuesque beauty now squalled as tears poured down her face.

“Good then you tell me you ain’t gonna move a muscle.”

Bev sobbed knowing what was coming next but feeling powerless to stop it.