Nerds Rule, parts 1 - 3 
nmahol@yahoo.com
Former nerd turned scissor expert subjugates and humiliates her older brother 
 
Hey Guys, it's the author of the "Aunt Joan" and "Under her Apron" 
series. Here's a new series called "Nerds Rule." Hope you like.
 
email nmahol@yahoo.com for comments, etc.
 
 
"Say it..." Jan said coolly, as she looked down the length of her body to 
where her older brother lay helplessly trapped in her triangle scissor. 
She had him laid out on his belly, his head painfully arched back with 
his shoulder and arm clamped tightly to his own chin. Her legs framed 
him in a lethal figure-four.
 
"N... nerds rule." He squeaked out, eyes clenched with pain. Jan had put 
him in her patented hold, for the up-teenth time this week. With her 
father away on business and her mom off reading quietly in another part 
of the house, Jan went into cat mode. She slipped into a pair of skin-
tight spandex volleyball shorts (her hunting shorts) and "girls rule" 
t-shirt and tiptoed barefoot into her brother's room.
 
With amazing speed and precision, she had him scissored and subdued 
in under two minutes. All that could be heard were a few dull thumps on 
the carpet and some muted groans, and her prey was twitching between 
her thighs, thoroughly incapacitated. For all her mom knew, the two 
were quietly studying in their respective rooms. Right now Jan was 
studying the musculature of her legs and the shade of crimson they were 
causing on her brother's face.
 
The scientist in her loved the mechanics of the hold. Shoulder and arm 
compressed into carotid artery essentially cutting off the flow of oxygen 
to the brain. The sadist in her loved the way it made her tingle from the 
tips of her toes to the pit of her stomach.
 
"You really must stop choking yourself out," she said with mock 
concern. "This would be the... hmmm, 4th time this week you wound up 
taking a nap between my legs." With that, she arched up on her hands, 
lifting her hips and subsequently her brother's head and trapped arm off 
the ground. It dangled in the air uselessly signaling for help that would 
never come. His eyelids began to flutter and she threw her head back 
and laughed throatily. "Ha! You never even heard me coming, did you? 
Poor thing," she said, emphasizing with subtle squeeze from her inner 
thigh muscles.
 
"Now, say it again and beg me to release you... and use my name, 
please."

"Nerds... rule," he croaked, and then went into a long, slow, pained 
petition for release. 

Jan let her mind wander and her gaze drift to the full-length mirror on 
the closet door. She imagined herself to be a female python slowly 
constricting the life out of a terrified gerbil. She took in her 
black hair braided into pigtails, her dark rimmed glasses and braces. 
Yep, she was a nerd. Yet her refined features and bright green eyes made 
her look like a younger version of Molly Shannon's famous character 
Mary Katherine Gallagher.

Probably with the right changes she could be considered attractive, but 
Jan decided months ago that SHE shouldn't be the one who changed. 
SHE was going to change the attitude of everyone else. And the first 
attitude adjustment was going to take place in her very home.

For years, her brother, 2 years her senior, had picked on Jan. The "nerd" 
taunt was his favorite and most-used weapon. It sent her crying into her 
room on many occasions. Jan was what she was. Tall, scrawny and 
perpetually studious, she hung with a crew of marginalized girls. 

There was the awkward younger girl, painfully shy because she had 
skipped 2 grades; the Korean transplant who was perfectly assimilated, 
but still teased by the narrow-minded student body; and the stocky, red-
headed softball player, affable but still an outcast because she was most 
likely a lesbian. They had clung together from the very beginning of 
their school days. Jan became the unofficial leader and underneath a 
slow boil began to build. Sure they were awkward, but they were the 
most loyal, caring and sensitive people she knew, and they got treated 
like dirt. Ridiculed or worse yet, ignored.
 
Well, one day Jan decided that enough was enough. She had caught a 
glimpse of an MMA fight her brother was watching on TV. A guy had 
clamped an arm-bar on another guy and cranked it until the other guy 
was forced to tap out. Jan was mesmerized. Something about it looked 
so right... and so inviting. At the commercial break she saw a quick 
promo advertising the women's division. She gasped at the quick shots 
of women kicking, punching, and grappling. Now it made more sense 
than ever.
 
Stealthily, Jan put her nerd skills to work. Photo-shopping some dance 
class info on to a jiu-jitsu registration sheet, she got a quick signature 
and some sign up money from her mother, who was glad to see her 
doing something active for once. While her family thought she was 
training to be a dainty ballerina, she was actually transforming herself 
into an aggressive pit-fighter. Suddenly, muscle started to grow on to 
that lean frame. Her calves and thighs began to form, her butt rounded 
out; even her feet became stronger and more flexible. Small abs began 
to form and her shoulders broadened. To diffuse suspicion she took to 
wearing baggy sweats around the house. She didn't want anyone, 
especially her brother, to see that she was filling out with some muscle.
 
She trained hard for a few months, her long bird-legs were now more 
like eagles talons, able to ensnare opponents and subdue them. She 
trained mostly with girls, but often got a chance to take on the boys. 
She got an oh-so-special feeling every time she trapped a boy in her 
legs or mounted him for a grinding submission. It was addictive. 
 
After a few months of training, Jan knew she was more than ready. So 
one lazy summer day when her Dad was away and her mom was on a 
long errand, she decided to spring her trap. Her spindly brother was in 
his customary position, camped out in front of the TV, sitting on the 
ground eating Doritos, his muscles atrophying by the minute. 

"God," Jan thought to herself as she spied on him from the hallway, "I 
can't wait to get my legs around him. I should have done this a long time 
ago." Dressed in her usual disguise, lose fitting top and baggy sweats, 
she strolled into the living room. She felt a surge of empowerment 
thinking about the muscular legs and firm ass she was going to unleash 
on him.
 
"Hey, I'm trying to study in my room. Do you mind turning it down?" 
she coaxed. It was total bullshit; she just wanted to goad him. 

He looked at her incredulously. "What?!" he snapped never taking his 
eyes from the TV, orange Dorito crap caking his mouth and lips.
 
"I said, would you mind lowering the TV, it's a bit distracting," Jan 
responded, stepping further into the room. 

"Fuck off," he snarled, waving a chip at her dismissively. Jan took the 
opportunity to advance, stepping directly into his line of sight.
 
"I would appreciate it if you looked at me when I spoke to you," she 
said pushing her glasses up on her nose to emphasize her geekdom. "Now 
I've asked you nicely, I don't want to have to ask again," she said 
putting her hands on her hips defiantly. Her brother was dumfounded by 
her audacity. This was way, way out of line coming from the likes of her, 
and he didn't like it one bit.
 
"Who the fuck do you...?" he said stammering. "You want me to lower 
the TV, you make me! If not, get out of my face or I will wipe the floor 
with you." 

Jan stood her ground calmly, and smiled politely. "Very well then..." she 
said lifting her sweatshirt over her head revealing a tight "Tap Out" 
baby-T with two leanly muscled arms sticking out. Then she slowly and 
methodically untied the drawstrings of her sweatpants letting them drop 
to the floor. She stepped out of them revealing a pair of muscular legs 
that ended in an impossibly tight pair of black spandex volleyball shorts. 

Big bro had stopped in mid chip, mouth agape. Jan smiled slightly, 
pleased with his reaction, a mixture of awe and fear. She slowly turned, 
widened her stance and bent over to turn off the TV, in the process 
presenting her round, powerful rump to her brother. He was transfixed, 
his eyes stuck to the juncture where her legs and ass met the back of her 
crotch. Something told him it was a dangerous place to be.
 
She turned back around with an icy stare, "Now you said something 
about making you...?" she questioned with a smirk. Big brother tried to 
scramble to his feet, but found his tube-sock covered feet slipping 
around on the carpet. Not wanting to waste any time, Jan launched 
herself at him tackling him on the couch grapevining his legs.
 
"What the f-f-f-f..." her brother blubbered. Jan's legs were like steel 
cables cinching the grapevine tightly while she flattened his wrists to 
the couch cushion with her hands. Within two seconds she had him spread 
like a butterfly pinned to a corkboard. 

Wanting to get to solid ground, she let them both roll off the couch 
spreading her legs wide to let him fall on top of her. She wrapped him in 
a rib crunching body scissor. At the same time she flattened the palms 
of her hand s against his chin pushing his head back and up. He croaked 
like a frog, spitting out neon-orange Doritos all over the floor.
 
"Having trouble swallowing?" she taunted as she pushed harder arching 
his hard back while powering her scissor hold. Jan flipped them over 
with a thud and quickly straddled his stomach. Instinctually, she 
grabbed his arm and fell to the side trapping him in a vicious arm-bar. 
His elbow was bent painfully at her crotch as she thrust her hips up in 
perfect form. Big brother yelped like a dog whose tail had been stepped 
on. To make matters worse Jan casually bent his index finger, which 
sent big bro over the edge and tears streaming down the sides of his 
face.
 
"Weren't expecting this, were you big brother? So cocky just a moment 
ago, now crying at my feet." With that Jan smeared her foot across his 
mouth in a show of dominance. 

"P-p-pplease," he cried out between Jan's toes. "I g-g-give; I give."
 
"You give what!?" Jan demanded cranking the arm bar to her 
satisfaction. "You've been giving me shit for three years. Now the tables 
have turned. And you'll have to take whatever I dish out. Do you 
understand?"
 
Jan deftly maneuvered her feet in to a choke position, one under his 
neck the other pressing down on his Adam's apple. She lightly stepped 
on the gas causing him to hack and cough.
 
"I've outsmarted you. That's what we NERDS do. Instead of taking 
ballet, I was taking MMA classes all along, mastering the art of making 
boys like you submit. And big brother, you are going to submit to me, 
day and night!"
 
Big bro let out a fresh stream of tears, as the full weight of what was 
happening came crashing down. Feeling the tautness of Jan's legs 
imprisoning him, he knew he was finished. Oh God, how long was she 
going to keep him here, what was she going to do to him. As if reading 
his mind, Jan spoke sweetly to him.
 
"I'm going to run a little clinic on you this afternoon. I want to show 
you, in great detail, all the wonderful ways I can make a boy submit to 
me."  Jan lifted her foot and now rudely clamped it over his mouth. She 
sat up a little to instruct him. "If for any reason, you can't speak then 
just...." She traced a line across her "Tap Out" T-shirt. Unable to speak, 
her brother looked at Jan with wide eyes.
 
"Hmm, can you read?" She asked with mock concern. Finally getting the 
picture, he frantically tapped her foot. "Very good," she said sweetly 
getting up to her knees while he lay on the ground rubbing his arm 
trying to feebly roll away. With a predatory grimace she slid over and 
mounted his chest in a high schoolgirl pin. Hands proudly on hips she 
looked down at his petrified face framed between her eager thighs. 
"I've been waiting a long time to do this. Let's begin...."
 
 
II

"What an awesome day THAT was," Jan thought reminiscing "The day 
this NERD took control!" Jan had her brother floored and trapped in 
her room, her long muscular legs imprisoning him in a painful triangle 
hold. Her brother was frantically petitioning for his release but Jan 
was elsewhere, thinking back to the day she decided to put an end to 
his bullying once and for all.
 
"...And please, Jan... I'll do anything you say. I'll wash your jujitsu 
uniform every night, and..." he begged, interrupting her little trip down 
memory lane. 

"Oh, you're still talking?" she said innocently with a condescending pat 
on his head. "God, what are you blathering on about?" she said with 
mock annoyance. "Maybe I should cut you off right there." She 
continued with a squeeze from her inner thigh muscles. Jan was really 
becoming a pro at using her subtle muscles to elicit various croaks, 
screams and whimpers.
 
"Grack! Gack! Gack!" he replied involuntarily. "Please Jan... I'll wash 
your sweatpants, your workout shorts... everything Jan...." He was 
trying anything and everything to get out of his painful situation.
 
"You'll wash my spandex shorts, huh?" Jan said amusedly. 

"Yes! If you'll just let me out, please!" he responded.
 
"Sure I'll let you wash them... in your mouth!" Jan said sharply with a 
quick snap of her legs. "I could make you, you know?"
 
She threw her head back and laughed at the thought of her brother 
sitting at the dinner table, red-faced and sweating, as she slowly 
inserted a pair of hot-pink spandex into his pie hole, his cheeks 
bulging as he chewed and coughed to keep from gagging.
 
"OK then, after I'm through scissoring you, I want the sweat sucked out 
of these," she said playfully, snapping the waistband of her thin black 
volleyball shorts. "And I want them dried and folded and placed neatly 
at the foot of my bed. Tomorrow is sock day, OK?" The poor kid had no 
response. He just closed his eyes and resorted his de facto submission. 

"Nerds rule, Jan... please... nerds rule."
 
"Ha, I didn't think so," said Jan with a glint in her eye, "Nerds rule... 
and brothers drool!"
 
"Nooooooo..." he cried in a low moan, "Please no, Jan." Her brother 
knew what was coming next and it horrified and repulsed him.
 
"Yep... I'm afraid they do." 

Hilarious to Jan, but woefully humiliating to her brother, the addendum 
to the "Nerds Rule" clause came about two weeks ago. Jan had him in a 
viciously tight reverse head-scissor, his neck and jaw trapped in the 
juncture of her round ass. She had clamped a wristlock in him in the 
hallway as he was emerging from the bathroom.
 
"Hey big brother, take a walk with me..." she said casually sidling up 
to him, "I want to show you something."
 
Poor bastard. He never knew where and when it was coming. He took to 
slinking around the house trying to stay out of the way of his sister's 
legs. Not this time. With sadistic pleasure she used the wristlock to 
dance him into her bedroom. He pretty much had no choice, his feet 
robotically following his painfully bent limb She swung him around and 
tossed him on her bed. He landed on his back with his stupid head 
hanging upside down off the edge, which looked deliciously inviting to 
Jan.
 
Flipping up her skirt she stepped up and straddled his neck putting him 
in a standing reverse head-scissor. From his point of view he saw an 
upside-down denim skirt coming at him, then shaded darkness as it fell 
over him. Just like that; stalked, trapped and choked in her ass in under 
a minute. He just couldn't comprehend how his world had been literally 
and figuratively turned upside-down. He had gone from king to rag doll, 
scissor doll, in a matter of weeks.
 
"Just wanted to show you my new shorts," she said snarling and 
powering her hold. Jan took to wearing her super-short volleyball shorts 
under her day-to-day clothes. It gave her a real sense of empowerment; 
the feeling that she could spring into predator mode at any time. With 
them hidden under her jean shorts, sweats, or skirts she felt like a bit 
of a super-hero. Spying her brother out on the lawn, she would slip out 
of her jean shorts to reveal red spandex and sprint after him, taking him 
down right then and there on the spot. She'd end up sitting on the back 
of his head while he chewed grass below her. 

One time, after dropping her sweats, she even play acted a bit, flinging 
her glasses to the side and pulling her hair out of her scrunchy, letting 
it fall like a superhero racing into action. She vaulted over the couch and 
nailed her "evil" brother's head in a surprise scissor. "The Great Nerd 
Defender! Championing outcasts everywhere." Hahahah. Even though it 
was super corny, Jan got a real rush out of it. "All bullies, heck all boys," 
she thought, "should spend some time between a strong girl's legs.  The 
world would be a better place."
 
"How do you like them?" she snarled again clamping down her reverse 
scissor. All she got back were muffled grunts and groans from beneath 
her skirt. She had his arms trapped flat on the bed and, with his jaw 
wired shut he couldn't submit or tap. Either way, Jan wasn't letting him 
out. 

Then it happened; Jan felt her brother go suddenly lax. And the 
grunting ceased replaced by total silence. Jan reached back and lifted 
the hem of her skirt to reveal her sad, sad brother, mouth and nose all 
but vanished into the juncture of her rump. His lids were half closed 
and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was out cold! Jan was 
mesmerized. She eased back her glutes a bit but still kept him in the 
hold. She didn't want to kill him, just suspend him in a perpetual state 
of sleep. 

He began to stir and Jan gingerly fired her glutes again. She watched as 
his eyes rolled back and lids began to flutter. "Oh my God!" she actually 
said out loud. "This is awesome!" Over and over again, she would relax 
and tense again. Waiting for the lights to flicker on, then turning them 
back out. "Hello... goodbye," she would say. "Bonjour... au revoir," she 
said practicing her French. She'd wake him up to greet her ass, then 
send him back out again. She couldn't believe it, controlling another 
human being with just her ass, amazing! Alas, not wanting to inflict 
brain damage on her already idiotic brother, she stepped back, making 
sure to brush the seat of her spandex across his face.
 
There she saw the most pitiful, and delightful scene yet: her brother's 
head hanging off her bed, with a long line of DROOL. "Oh my God!" she 
screamed again, "I gotta get this on camera." Hurriedly looking around, 
she remembered her phone was in the kitchen. Sprinting out, she bolted 
past her mother who yelled after her, "Where's your brother?"
 
"Uh... don't know," she said quickly running into the kitchen. "I think 
he's at a sleepover," she said bolting back out and laughing to herself, 
her mom just shaking her head and going back to her crossword.
 
She flew into her room and locked the door behind her. "Yes; he's still 
out!" she said out loud with a fist pump. Jan got nice and close with her 
cell phone firing off picture after picture of her drooling brother. 
Standing back and admiring her work, she felt a surge of power go 
through her. The fact that she could do this to a boy was beyond 
exhilarating. And so began a new, even more humiliating and terrifying 
saga for Jan's big brother. Now, she took to knocking him out in her 
holds. Not all the time, but often enough
 
"Nerds rule and brothers drool," she would announce, then she would 
place him in any number of holds to knock him out. Oddly it should 
have been a relief to him. For one, it ended the pain, and it also usually 
signaled the end to their little sessions. Unfortunately, Jan had also 
caught the photography bug. She was now documenting all her triumphs 
with pictures and videos, pre and post knock-outs. She even got a little 
clip to attach her phone to her shorts. 

"Oh, shit," her brother would say to himself as he saw Jan saunter up to 
him in her outfits, with her phone neatly clipped to the side of her low 
slung waistband. Tools of the trade she named them. 

He'd be watching TV and suddenly a field of spandex would appear 
before him. It was Jan, hands on hips with that awful cell phone clipped 
to her side. He'd gulp at her proud crotch staring him in the face, 
knowing that his chin would be soon tucked against it in an excruciating 
scissor or humiliatingly tight schoolgirl pin, the flash going off in his 
face.

Slowly, she began to fill up her laptop with juicy images, organizing 
them in folders. There was "Head Hunter," "Body Scissor Blues" and 
"Visions of Victory" a series of post-thrashing victory poses, mostly 
flexing in the mirror with a foot triumphantly placed on her brother's 
face. There was a silly "Giddy Up" file with a few shots of her mounted 
on his back, riding him like a horse, her thighs wrapped around his guts 
in a painful mount. And of course "Brothers Drool" -- humiliating close 
ups of big bro out cold, mouth agape after a crushing hold. She had 
shots of him drooling on her carpet, in his room, in the basement, and 
out in the backyard. She even had one of him laid out in the kitchen, 
spilling his saliva on the linoleum floor. She swept his legs from out 
under him then hopped up on the kitchen counter to wrap her legs 
around his pathetic head. 

But lately her favorite album had become "Chin Pins" -- picture after 
picture of her brother's face, framed between her thighs with her crotch 
pressed resolutely in to his chin. As her collection of volleyball shorts 
grew, so did his misery. Blue, black, red, hot pink, yellow... she even 
found an American flag pair online that really fueled her superhero 
fetish. Something about him so helplessly trapped while she pushed her 
womanhood into his face got her really amped.  
 
Often, at the dinner table or in the car, Jan's brother would catch her 
flipping through her phone giggling. Her parents assumed it was just 
regular girl crap, but he knew that she was thumbing through pictures of 
him in all sorts of tortured positions. She would look up at him, stick 
out her tongue, roll back her eyes and trace an imaginary line of drool 
down her chin, mocking him and then laughing her ass off. All he could 
do was hang his head in shame.

 
III
 
"Nerds rule... and brothers drool," Jan once again announced to her 
trapped brother. She had been scissoring him for close to 30 minutes 
now, torturing him, pulsing him, and squeezing him between her legs.
 
Slowly, she turned over to sit on top of him, his body forced to roll 
reluctantly with her. Jan uncoiled her triangle and mounted him in the 
familiar high and tight schoolgirl pin. She widened her knees and 
inserted her mound under his chin pressing his head to the carpet. She 
bounced a little to secure him tightly and lock him in place. 
Instinctually, her hands went to her waistband where she whipped 
out the cell phone attached with the clip. Jan preened and primped in 
the mirror, shooting photo after photo of herself
 
She put her hands on her hips and admired herself in the mirror for a 
moment. "Now, how should we go about this...?" she asked officially 
while firing off a few photos of his trapped face.
 
Of course, her brother was stupefied. His jaw cemented in her pin, he 
was forced to stare up at her blankly as her phone camera's flash filled 
his eyes with black spots.
 
"Hello?" she coaxed, knowing full well that her pin had left him pretty 
much speechless, not to mention helpless. "What's the matter, crotch 
got your tongue?" she said, snapping her hips in rapid succession 
further tightening her hold around his mug. "Got a case of lockjaw?" she 
teased. This time she pushed her hips slowly forward, testing the 
pliability of her brother's neck as she sought to separate it from his 
shoulders. 

"Nnnnnnn," was all he could muster through gritted teeth as Jan 
continued to "press" her advantage. 

"Well since you're giving me the silent treatment -- actually, since I'm 
giving YOU the silent treatment -- I'll explain."
 
"We can do this one of two ways," she said matter-of-factly, inching 
back to give her brother room to open his mouth. "I can either compress 
your windpipe, or seal off your mouth and nose. Either way you WILL 
be going to sleep shortly."
 
"P-p-please please..." he started to say, as Jan cut him off sternly. 

"I'm being nice enough to give you a choice. You can either be choked or 
smothered. Now decide the technique and I'll apply it."
 
"I-I-I don't know." He mumbled. 

Ugh," she groaned in mock frustration, knowing full well that actually 
forcing him to decide his doom just made it even more torturous.
 
"You. Have. Two. Jobs," she barked, pounding her dominant crotch 
against his chin accentuating every word. "Decide. And. Suffer.  Decide. 
And Suffer!" She adored punishing him this way, slapping him with her 
femininity. He didn't even deserve being slapped with her hands. No, 
this was way more degrading, plus it felt fantastic.
 
"Decide! Unless you want me to administer both! So help me, I will 
knock you out once, then wake you up to do it again. I can make this go 
on all afternoon... I'll call it Spandex Dreams," she said looking off into 
the distance making an imaginary marquee sign with her hands. "One 
hundred ways to put your brother to sleep. Would you like that!?" she 
said snarling down at him.
 
"OK... OK... OK..." he chirped. "Uh... s-s-s-smother... I guess."
 
"Ask me..." she said with another pump. "I said, ask me!" she barked 
again with teeth-rattling pelvic punch.

"J-Jan, will you s-s-seal off... my mouth... and... nose?"
 
"Oh, when you say it that way," she purred looking at his beaten face 
considering for a moment the ease at which she could scooch up and 
drop her pussy right on top of it. Just the thought made her shiver.
 
Lately she found herself fantasizing at night about getting one of the 
bullies at school in this hold, after scissoring him into total submission 
of course. It got to the point where was so fixated on boy-beating that it 
started to invade her dreams, but she didn't mind. 

One night, in the deepest recesses of sleep she saw herself in the 
backyard working someone over. She didn't know whom, her brother 
she assumed. It was fluid, graceful and powerful. She was flowing from 
hold to hold, locking in, squeezing, gaining submission after 
submission. She felt the boy's body. It was bendable, weak and 
compliant as she stuffed every part of him tightly between her thighs. 

Finally, when he was as limp and impotent as a dishrag, she mounted 
him for a high schoolgirl pin. Only now she was wearing a long summer 
dress and she was on the floor in the back of her empty homeroom. It 
was after school, the late sun shining through the windows. The head of 
her beaten opponent lay under her skirt. She felt herself inch forward to 
brace his chin with her crotch. She pumped it a few times, arching her 
back and watching through the classroom window as the last kids 
headed home from soccer practice. Slowly she pulled back her dress 
expecting to see her brother's familiar face staring up at her. Only it 
wasn't him. It was Billy Francis, notorious asshole and consummate 
school bully. At first she was frightened, but when she saw his helpless 
face sandwiched between her thighs, she knew she had already won. It 
was he she had broken in her scissor holds, and now he was at her 
mercy.
 
"Not so tough now," she said to him with her hands folded across her 
chest. 

"No," he said flatly up to her, "I never was." She nodded as if she had 
known all along. 

Suddenly, she heard hushed whispering. She looked up and saw that her 
whole homeroom was lined up inside the windows leaning out and 
watching the spectacle. They were in awe. "Is this detention?" One of 
her classmates asked. "No, it's retribution," she heard herself answer. 
Jan widened her hips and pumped his throat with her hips displaying 
him for the crowd. Balling up her fist, she brought it close to the bridge 
of his nose.
 
"Apologize!" she said to him. "Apologize to all of them!"
 
"I can't move," he said meekly up to her. "I know," she responded with a 
smirk. "I did this to you."
 
"Those aren't yours," said a voice suddenly from the crowd. Jan looked 
down to find that her plain cotton underwear was replaced with black-
laced silken panties. 

"I've changed," she responded, unsure of who had spoken but feeling 
proud nonetheless. "It's OK, though. It will be better with a woman in 
charge. I promise."
 
"You're ruining me," interrupted Billy from between her legs, his chin 
now encased in silk. Jan laughed at his pathetic state.  She looked over 
her shoulder to find that there was no longer a body sticking out from 
under her skirt. His legs and torso had disappeared and now she was 
only sitting on a neck and head. 

"You..." she winked down at him, "You are NOTHING." And with a 
proud smile she slowly lowered the hem of her skirt over his face. 

At the last minute he screamed out "I'm sorry!!!!" and the crowd 
erupted in cheer. Jan flexed for them and quivered her hips to rub in 
her victory.
 
As the revelry continued, Jan heard a loud whisper coming from the 
classroom door. It was her favorite guidance counselor, Miss Thomas; a 
lifelong nerd herself, and steady ear for all of Jan's woes over the year. 
She gave Jan a bright thumbs-up.
 
"I can't stay, but I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of you. Now go 
ahead and take what's yours!" Jan gave her a confused look, unsure of 
what she meant exactly. "THEY won't know the difference," continued 
her guidance counselor motioning to the cheering crowd. "It's your tent, 
you can do whatever you want with whoever's in it."
 
Jan looked down at her skirt spread before her lap and knew exactly 
what Miss Thomas was referring to. She lifted herself up imperceptibly, 
brought her pussy right down on Billy Francis's face and started to rub. 
Good heavens it was divine! She was pleased to see the cheering 
students at the windows kept on partying unaware that Jan was now 
pumping her victim's nose and mouth. 
 
"That's it!" cried Miss Thomas. "Oh wait," she said digging in to her 
pocket. "Let me blow my rape whistle for poor Billy, Ha!" She pulled out 
a silver whistle and began to blow it in mock panic. Tweet tweet tweet, 
it went.
 
"Help! Help! A nerd is humping my face!" she said with a belly laugh. 
Tweet tweet tweet; she went down the hallway blasting the whistle. Jan 
picked up the pace riding with a vengeance. 

Suddenly a spasm of pleasure jolted Jan awake. The tweet of the rape 
whistle was replaced with the beep, beep, beep of her alarm clock. Jan 
milked the last moments of her nocturnal adventure and then reached 
down to pull out a pillow from between her thighs. "Jesus, how did that 
get there?" she thought to herself, un-wedging the squashed pillow. 
"God what a dream. So vivid and so hot!"  Jan reluctantly peeled herself 
out of bed. All day long at school she couldn't help but stare at Billy 
Francis imagining what it would be like to cream his face.
 
But, back to the task at hand, which was finishing off her pathetic 
brother. With cat quickness, Jan popped up to her feet and stood astride 
him. "Get up on all fours please," she commanded. When her brother 
was slow to move Jan lifted her foot up and brought her heel down on 
his solar plexus. "OOOOFFFFF!" he cried curling in to a ball, but with 
Jan there was no rest for the weary.
 
"Lets go. Up on all fours like a dog," she said twirling her fingers as 
if prompting him to do a trick. Jan stood astride him hands on his hips, 
as he slowly rolled underneath her. "Present that back to me. I want those 
ribs for lunch!" She hissed. Slowly and deliberately Jan sat down on his 
lower back and coiled her leggy hooks around his waist and floating 
ribs. With a clap of the hands and a slight twist of her powerful hips, 
she rolled him to the side and on top of her gracefully snaking her arms 
around his neck in a classic rear-naked choke, one of the foundations of 
her jiu jitsu repertoire 
 
She loosened her arms just enough to hold him in place, then went to 
work on his ribs. She wanted to shut him down in two stages. She waited 
for him to inhale, his lungs ballooning up, and then on the exhale, she 
compressed his rib cage with her legs.
 
"Huhhhhhhunnn," went her brother as he felt her muscular legs ratchet 
down on him. In her studies Jan had read about the South American 
anaconda and its unique ability to slowly constrict its prey. Each time 
its victim breathed, the anaconda would tighten on the exhale until the 
poor animal had no room left to inflate its lungs. Now, that poor animal 
happened to be her brother. Just as weak and foolish as a wild pig that 
wanders into a snake pit.
 
"Huuuuunnnn," he went again, expelling more of his precious air and 
allowing Jan to narrow his torso just a bit more. 

"Mmmm, I could torture you for hours," she cooed sweetly into his ear. 
"Mom's just down the hall, too. All you have to do is scream for her and 
you'll be saved... go ahead scream." Jan flexed her arms and legs around 
his body. "Go head scream... scream for mommy."
 
What came out was the most pitiful wisp of a sound Jan ever heard. Half 
squeak half rasp. It barely reached the closed door of her room. Haaaaa! 
She laughed loudly in his ear. "So sad! I guess you're stuck. No one can 
hear you but me"
 
Jan took her time -- inch-by-inch, breath-by-breath -- collapsing her 
hapless brother. After several painful breaths she had him compacted 
and on the verge of blacking out. Perfect. With such a minuscule amount 
of air going in and out of him, a child could smother him. Jan wiped 
some sweat from her brow to moisten her hand then gently placed it 
over his mouth and nose and sealed it shut.
 
Jan's brother was in sheer agony, mummified by his sister. He felt 
himself slipping in to the ether, but his horrible sister had actually 
parted her fingers allowing a sliver of air to come in. All he wanted to do 
was pass out and be done with it, but his body involuntarily gulped it 
down, "Oh God, how long can she prolong this?" he thought in despair. 
Just as he was about to slip peacefully into the abyss for the 4th or 5th 
time he heard his sister's voice up close and intimate, so close that he 
could feel her breath in his ear.
 
"Hey big brother" she whispered. "Take a look up... up there." His eyes 
focused, and that's when he saw it. A small sign taped to the ceiling that 
read: "Gotcha!"
 
"That awful, awful bitch," he thought to himself. There's no limit to her 
desire to torture his body and mind. The thought, effort and planning it 
must have taken to create these cruel mockeries just for him. He truly 
was in hell. His eyes now darted across the ceiling finding more and 
more signs pasted at various angles. No doubt meant to cover all the 
possible places he might find himself on his back in her room
 
"Just a little extra 'fuck you' from your little sister when I lay you out 
in my dojo," said Jan laughing in his ear.
 
And indeed, there was a sign with the simple message, "Fuck you!" 
taped to the ceiling. There were single-word messages: "Suffer!" "Beg!" 
and "Loser!" along with other mind tortures like "You deserve this!" "No 
way out!" "Deal with it!" and of course "Nerds Rule!" All emphatically 
finished with an exclamation point ? a declaration of Jan's anger, 
vengeance and thirst for dominion over her brother. 

Then there were more intimate insults that cut right to his already 
destroyed manhood and reinforced the fact that this was indeed a 
powerful young woman doing this to him. "Suck Spandex!" "Kiss it!" 
and  "Full facial!" to name a few. And then there was the graphically 
sadistic "Feels so good ;-)" complete with emoticon wink. 

Well that was just about all his fragile ego could take. He started to cry 
uncontrollably, as best as his body could muster. Silently through 
crushed ribs and sealed mouth, long tears streamed down his face and 
on to his sister's stifling hand. Of course it sent electric tingles all up 
and down Jan's taut body.
 
"Oh magnificent!" She beamed. "Go ahead and cry for me, big boy; cry 
your little eyes out. Cry because you know its never going to end; 
because you know I'm going to have my legs around your throat 
tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. Cry for your pathetic 
life. Cry for the ass you've kissed and for all the ass I'm going to make 
you kiss in the future. Cry; and when you can't cry any longer, I'll make 
the crying stop and the drooling start."
 
Jan held him there for a good five minutes as her brother blubbered 
away in her inescapable embrace. She stroked his hair tenderly, whilst 
at the same time crushing his ribs sadistically. 

"That's it, let it out," she consoled, "You're a slave now. You've got lots 
to cry about." As his sniffles subsided and the last vestiges of his energy 
drained, Jan clamped down ever so slowly on her two perfect holds. 
Slowly his eyelids flopped, the burning in his guts magically evaporated 
and his arms hung to the sides, knuckles scrapping the carpet. With a 
smile she mercifully put him to sleep.
 
Wanting to fully anesthetize him, Jan tensed her legs and crushed his 
mouth and nose with both hands for a good 30 seconds longer than 
normal. She wanted him deep, deep under. She shook him like a limp 
lab rat, and when she was sure he was sedated she slowly uncoiled 
herself from him and plopped him on his side. "God that was a 
satisfying KO," she thought to herself standing up and shaking out her 
muscular legs. "I'm a little light-headed myself."
 
Using her foot, Jan gloatingly flipped her brother onto his back; his 
head rolled on her soft carpet. True to form, he was out cold mouth 
agape with a slick line of drool running down his face. "Tee-hee." It 
always made her giggle. Jan studied him, her gaze focusing on the wet 
hole in the center of his stupid face. Carefully, she stepped up by his 
head, lifted her foot, arched it and inserted her big toe into his 
welcoming mouth. "Mmm, that is a wonderful sensation," she remarked 
to herself. She lifted her long leg up and down, dipping her big toe in 
and out, essentially fucking his mouth. She buried it deep, tickled his 
tongue then pulled it out, only to stroke it in and out some more.
 
The warmth and wetness mixed with his humiliation and her total and 
complete dominance.  Jan decided that she wasn't going to stop until he 
regained consciousness. He wanted him to wake up with her foot tonsil-
deep in his mouth.

She caught herself in the mirror pegging him, and noticed the huge 
camel toe she had developed in the crotch of her volleyball shorts. No 
doubt from the long, cinching hold she had just applied. It made her 
giggle again. "Haaa, it's so cheesy, but kinda sexy," she thought. 
"Whatcha looking at boy? Let me take you to your knees for a closer 
peek ha haha ha!"
 
Right then and there Jan made two firm decisions. One: it was time to 
let her best friends in on her little hobby; the girls needed to see this 
in full detail. It would be a full disclosure with a thorough demonstration. 
And two: she needed to fill that camel toe with an unwitting nose! Dear 
brother was totally scissored, stuffed and mounted. It was time to take 
the hunt to the big boys.
 
"Nerds rule," she said aloud, as her awakening brother began to gag on 
her toe. "Nerds fucking rule!"
 

To be continued...