Third time is the charm - A long long humiliating lift and carry story

 They say people move on, the past doesn't haunt you. I disagree. Geet and I were in same school. I kinda had a crush on her but was too shy to admit it. One day we were all playing truth and dare and I was dared to throw water at her. Geet was about 5'2", I was about the same height. She was ... not fat but you can say on the healthier side. She was going through some exciting changes, growing boobs, growing butt made me more attracted to her. Honoring my dare, I took my water bottle and as she was talking to her friends, I sneaked up, climbed a bench, and was about to empty the bottle at her, here friend yelled in anticipation and I got a little distracted, Geet turned around and saw me standing on desk towering over her with open water bottle. As I was about to execute my dare, she caught my hand with the bottle, and pulled me close to her face and grabbed my collar. I lost my balance but was held by her with one arm. I was horizontal, with feet on desk, being held by one arm by her arm, and collar by other arm ... Holy shit she was strong.... and in complete control, as she moved by hand with water bottle down towards by crotch. I had a boner but ... oh no...she started tilting the bottle in my hand. my arm hurt as she twisted. Cold water started dripping down on my white school dress pants making my raging boner soo soo apparent to her, her friends, my friends. She emptied the whole bottle and dropped me to my ass. Kids yelled ... shame shame, someone peed his pants. As humiliating as it was, I stood up and decided to retaliate. I don't even know how, but I attacked her, she caught my arms, punched me hard in stomach, turned me around, kicked my butt. I got up and she got closer, she open handed slapped me in the face, and pulled my ears...I cried with pain and she said "say sorry", I complied crying ugly with snot over my face and tears rolling down. The worst thing about school fights is you never get knocked down, you submit and see your humiliation. I got decisively beaten by a girl who was strong enough that it was not a contest. regardless, it took a long time to rebuild confidence, and get some friends back. I never spoke to her without getting hella intimidated. Once she came behind me and pinched my butt as a part of truth and dare with her friends, I froze and got made fun of but didn't respond. I mean - she was slightly bigger but so so so much stronger than me.

Time passed, I grew up, and by grew up as in added a whole feet to my height. I was a stud in college. I was a prominent part of my fraternity, high in grades. I dated many many girls in college. I was at a party drinking my punch when I spotted my then girlfriend talking to a girl who looked like Geet. It was her. She grew up nice, was still 5'5" but all that chunkiness was gone, she looked very toned but not overly muscular. Her crop top showed off a nice 4 pack , albeit a little soft. My girlfriend shelly and her came to me and reintroduced her. She smiled at me, and came close to my ear and whispered "remember me ?". I said "yeah ofcourse, high school!", she replied "just high school ?". I was getting major flashbacks and a boner thinking about that day she dominated and humiliated me. She whispered something to my girlfriend and they started giggling loudly. I was nervous that she would tell her how she bullied me. I decided to have more punch and play some beer pong. I was a celebrated champion of the sport on a streak of winning 3 games. I was barely tipsy when Geet decided to be a challenger. The game started with a fierce rally which I got a ball in her drink, she drank it and returned, it was barely a game for the 9 points, I took I was winning. She was getting visibly tipsy, but at her last ball, she served right into my furthest .."luck I guess". She recovered 6 points like that, and I began to worry. A crowd formed around us as they noticed the champion being challenged by this hot chick. She took her shirt off, to reveal a sexy bra exentuating her breasts and formidably toned and sexy top. That distracted me enough to give her 3 points more, we were at our last cups, and she yelled (after this your pants are mine), everyone yelled at the bet, and I was like confused and didn't acknolwdge, and said "we'll see". I thought it was a joke, and also I was gonna win. Well wrong, she won. everyone chanted "take off those pants" and I just moved away, she got closer chanting "pants pants ", she tried to get super familiar by reaching for my pants, I pushed her as she fell on her butt. yep, I am not a young boy anymore. She did a gymnast-like stand up, grabbed a drink from someone chugged it and came to my face and said lets do this again, she hit my ears with both hands, discombobulating me, and then held my head, rammed it into her forehead. That hurt enough for me to be fuzzy, next I saw a punch aimed right at my face coming but I couldn't stop it, a combo of punches and open handed slap covered my face and torso as I kept backing up trying to block. She tossed me like a doll around the room, I fell near the pool table. I got up with its support, when she came to me and grabbed me by my collar and punched me a couple of times in the face. I dropped again. I felt her undoing my pants, and taking em off. She got them all the way to ankle as I arched in protest, She got em off anyways. i stood up and caught my pants again... everyone chanted her name and kinda went "ooooohh " at her every move. She punched me in the stomach hard enough for me to roll over, she grabbed my head in arm lock on her side, lifted me slowly and threw me upside down on pool table. That hurt so much. as I laid on the pool table without pants. I saw my frat bros around with their phones and other party crowd watching in amusement. I felt sharp pain in my balls as if a stick hurt me and people went "ooooooffff". I looked down and saw Geet with pool stick aiming balls at my balls. Tears fell from my eyes as she chalked her stick again, she came to me and forcefully spread my legs and did it 3 times more. I cried very loudly, and was humiliated without measure. More than that I was hurt that no one came to save me... She came to me and lifted me up in cradle and took me upstairs to a room. It was a tender movement after all that crap, her strength made me hard again even after her torture. She was 5 inches shorter but felt so sturdy. She took me to the room, and laid me down on the bed. She saw my boner, she took off her skirt and panties and her bra. I was turned on to a degree never felt before. She felt my legs and moved up took off my shirt and underwear. I held her boobs like I wanted for so many years. She gently touched my red tortured balls and dick and laid down next to me, I as if was told by her eyes , moved to her vagina and started sucking on her clit. I sucked as her thighs tensed up.... she grabbed my face and directed me up, as I kissed her abs harder from close up, to her chest, to her neck, to her mouth, She turned me around on my back and I entered her , feeling her tight sensation, I held her hand tight as she rode me , in a gentle tough manner. i cummed and cummed and she rode me until she reached a sexgasm. She affectionately held my face and kissed me . She got up, and put her clothes back on, bra, underwear and shorts. I had no strength in me to stop her. She went out of the door leaving me naked..... and I couldn't move. I passed out and was awoken by my shelly, who dumped me soon after... I felt like the school kid again, who lost all goodwill and reputation I made by getting humiliated by the same girl. but this time, everytime, i thought of this, it put a smile on my face.

More time passed. I graduated school, enlisted in the air force. I completed the training and joined the forces. Uniform made me a ladies man, and my work with the air force gave me the confidence, fitness, and fortitude to be the alpha male. Still on some nights, I thought of Geet and the two times she was able to subdue me, but that didn't stop me from living my life. She dominated a school boy and a college bro. I am a Captain now. Needless to say, I met a girl - Sanja , got married have kids, a daughter and a son. I don't get to see them that often, due to my work. I got off my last tour and decided to surprise my kids in their playground. I went there and saw them playing with other kids. One girl pushed my son really hard and I thought intervening will be a cool papa movement, I came from behind and told the girl "watch yourself", she ran away, and my son lit up watching his dad in uniform and gave me a hug. My daughter as well. I was about to head back with them when a lady came to us with the girl who pushed my son, and got in my face and said "excuse me, did you just scold my kid ?". I replied..."yes, she was being really rough". There was something familiar about her. I didn't wanna say it was Geet but she looked remarkably like her, well no abs or anything, she was a bit on chunky side. but height and facial features would be like that. Though not toned, her arms, legs and built was hefty. S Well it was her, who else will have balls to get in face of uniformed officer. She said" oh rough, like this ..." and pushed me. I went a few steps back and was annoyed, she disrespected my children, me , and my uniform. I was furious. "I thought after shool, college and military, you would have learnt your lesson to not mess with me" she said, with a coy smile. "Lets go kids..." I said and moved towards our house. "kids, I kicked your dad's ass in school, and literally played pool with his balls in college, i wonder how you were born" she yelled in the back. My kids gave me a weird look angering me further. She had turned around and started walking. I turned back and ran to have my final revenge. no way I can be stopped with my years of training and rage. She turned around as I was running towards her and ran towards me instead. It was gonna be a clash, I was all ready to tackle her ... and we connected, she mauvered me in a circle, and her holding my face, she tossed me in the sandy playground. She was wearing a tank top, shawl and jeans "mom wear". She took off her shawl and to my surprise, toned muscle was replaced by giant muscle . Her arms her rippling huge but not that toned. I got up dusting the sand and said, "we don't have to do this, we are adults now". She just nodded no. I remembered my training and let her approach, she slapped me, i blocked her hand by placing mine on her forearm. with a quick reflex, she threw an upper cut with her other arm. I left the ground, and landed on her forearm, she punched by belly and got on the monkey bar, trapping my torso in her legs, as a power move, she did one pull up while scissoring me in front of our kids. then she swung me with her legs up and tossed me again as I landed on the bottom of the slide. I threw a punch at her that she blocked, catching my arm, she punched me and down, side by side, turning me on my back and kicked my butt all the up the slide. She got up to the slide and lifted me up on her shoulders and slammed me down on the sand. She grabbed my collar and slapped me 3 times drawing some tears out..... She caught my legs and tossed me around to where to a swing area, she forefully put me face first on a swing and reached for my pants, yelled "familar", and undid them, kicked my butt while holding one end of the pant as it tore off. I came back swinging as she caught me again in a cradle and brought me back to kids. It was humiliarting, she tore off my stars, and badges... gave the badges to her daughter. spitted in my face. and threw me in front of kids. holding me by my hair , asked me to apologize to her daughter, which i did. crying. her daughter was so weirded out and my kids were horrified. She cradles me to my home and gave my bruised battered humiliated body to my wife and said "sorry, i went overboead, but we have a history". My wife was speechless but grabbed me and to her surprise was able to lift me in cradle as well. When I slept it off and showered and got in my other clothes I looked at my torn uniform and cried as my wife asked who was she ???... well where do I start ?