The Beatdown
by Dark Magician
edited by michael-leonard


Her name was Wahiba and she was one of my classmates.

She was a voluptuous and fat Moroccan woman, but wore her makeup perfect, perfectly 
painted lips and always had long lacquered fingernails nails.

Everybody was afraid of her; there were stories that she had been involved in a bunch of fights 
and harassments. At the beginning of the year she had tried to flirt with me. I found her hugely 
unattractive and I knew that she was always lazy and lied her way to her goals. I didn't want to 
interact with her in any way whatsoever.

I tried to tell her this politely, but she didn't take no for an answer. >>From then on I began to 
ignore her. She began to change. She kept pushing me. She became aggressive and tried to 
provoke me during classes.

Also she began to make sexual advances. 

First only verbal, saying that she wanted to see how big my dick was, then that she wanted to 
make me cum. She said things like she was going to milk me like a cow.

After a while it also became physical. She would slap me on the ass while walking by, or even 
grab my groin.

When I complained to her about this, she would stand in front of me, giving me a challenging 
smile while provocatively cupping her big breasts.

"Then you better do something about it, wimp," she sneered at me, knowing that I would not 
hit a girl. When I reported this to the teachers, she claimed I was fantasizing due to a lack of 
attention from other classmates.

As a result of my complaining to administrators, she began to plague me even more.

Despite that she was more than a head shorter than me, she began to frighten me. As I noticed I 
was getting afraid of her I cursed my weakness, and decided I had to put her in her place.

Whatever happened, the next time she tried something I had to stop it, no matter how.

The opportunity to put my resolve to a test came quickly. The very next day, I was walking up 
the stairs when Wahiba and her two girlfriends fell in behind me.

She grabbed me by the back of my pants. "Hey, where do we have class next hour?" she asked 
with her provocative high-pitched voice.

I broke her grip on my pants. "Go check it out yourself," I sneered back.

As her face began to darken, I boldly stared back at her.

Then I saw a small smile appear on her face. She had hit a nerve; her provocations were 
beginning to work.

After our last class, I stayed to work a little bit on some of my own projects. Forgetting the 
time, it was already late when I left the classroom. I noticed everybody had left, however to my 
surprise Wahiba and her friends were still standing in the hallway, Wahiba nonchalantly 
leaning against a wall. 

I recognized her two girlfriends as Naima and Fatima. Like Wahiba they were also of 
Moroccan origin, wore heavy makeup, and had perfectly lacquered nails and lips.

Unlike her they were lean and very pretty.

Naima was a little taller than Wahiba, she was a dark beauty with her hair dyed partially blond. 
She wore tight pants and a sleeveless shirt, perfectly showing her toned feminine body and her 
small firm breasts. She always walked with a sort of elegance usually seen by former ballet 
dancers.

Fatima was a bit chubby, but still possessed a great figure. She always wore a transparent shirt 
revealing quite a bit of cleavage.

The two girls were usually very friendly and easygoing. Although they didn't participate in 
Wahiba bullying me, they seemed to greatly enjoy her making fun of me. And they always 
stayed around and were always ready to support her.

They were standing in the middle of the hallway looking at me with obvious expectation.
Since I had promised myself to not be afraid of Wahiba anymore, I decided to just walk 
between them.

Wahiba looked at me with a provocative smile. "Don't look so grumpy," she laughed.

When I walked past she reached out her hand and squeezed me hard in my left buttock.

I angrily turned towards her; she gave me a provocative look, teasingly licking her lips, daring 
me to respond.

In my anger I shoved her hard against her shoulders.

Seemingly surprised she fell backwards, hitting the wall hard with her back.

Then things went fast, I shockingly noticed that I had shoved her way too hard. However while 
I thought about this, I noticed her surprised look changed in a split second to a look seemingly 
of pure crazy aggression.

Before I knew it she rushed me.

She aimed a slap at my face, but instinctively I stepped back and parried it with my hands.

Infuriated she kept coming at me. She began to throw wide punches at my face. I danced back 
while blocking like five of her punches with my arms. Then I felt the wall against my back.

She aimed another wild strike at my face. Without thinking I blocked it with my hand, while 
countering with a fast punch on her nose. Despite the light strike, she staggered back and 
looked kind of disorientated. She seemed unaccustomed to her victims fighting back.

Before I could do anything else, Fatima grabbed me by the front of my shirt and aggressively 
screamed in my face.

"What are you doing?! You can't hit a girl!!"

I didn't want to hurt her, so I just grabbed her arms and pushed her away from me. I needed to 
get out of here.

"Get back, get back," I shouted at her.

Seemingly surprised by my outburst she stepped away from me.

While I shook off Fatima, Niama had closed in on me and grabbed my arm with both hands.

"Hey, calm down," she screamed at me.

"Let go of me!" I shouted.

I tried to free my arm but she hung onto it around my bicep, keeping it tightly pressed against 
her chest. We now both played an awkward game of tug of war with my arm.

Of course, I could have punched her in the face easily like this, but it was never my intention to 
hit a girl. 

When I had almost wiggled my arm free, Fatima had got behind me and bear-hugged me from 
behind, pressing my free arm tightly against my side. I tried to shake them off, but during this I 
didn't paid enough attention to Wahiba.

She suddenly charged me, and before I could respond, she kicked me full in my groin.

It felt like I'd been ripped in half. I felt a surge of nausea rise in my abdomen and I dropped to 
my knees. Before I could respond another kick hit me hard against the side of my head.

I tried to cover up against the onslaught of soccer kicks and tried to stand up. As I got back to 
my feet, she kept punching and kicking me like crazy.

I tried to fight back, but Naima and Fatima each grabbed one of my arms and kept me pinned.

While I struggled hard to get my arms free, Wahiba had a clear shot at my face. With her left 
hand she grabbed me by my collar, while she used her right hand to punch me in the face.

My head snapped to the side as my tormentor's fist took me across the face. Her second punch 
split my lip. And her third punch hit me clean on the chin, making me lose my balance, and 
ending my attempts to free my arms.

Then she gave me a short knee in my balls. I gasped for air as I fell uncontrollably to my knees 
again. She stepped back and -- like making a penalty in soccer -- kicked me with the tip of her 
shoe straight under my ribs, knocking my wind out.

Naima and Fatima rolled me to my back, straightening out my arms and kneeling on them to 
keep me pinned on my back.

"Hold him steady." Wahiba laughed with unhidden sadism. To my horror, I saw Wahiba 
grabbing both of my ankles and spreading them apart.

Then she lifted one foot high in the air.

"No, please!!!!!" I screamed as hard as I could.

Wahiba only laughed at my pleading as she stomped down fully on my testicles.

I curled up in pain, and almost needed to puke. The pain was so intense I almost passed out.

Barely conscious, I heard them talk.

"I want to fuck this wimp up more," Wahiba laughed.

"Nobody is around now, we can have some fun with him," said Naima.

"Let's take him into the classroom," Fatima opted.

They grabbed me by my arms and dragged my numb, barely conscious body into the 
classroom.

"We can have our time with him here; no one will hear him scream," Naima laughed
sadistically.

They moved aside the chairs and laid me on my back in the middle of the classroom.

Hungrily,  Naima and Fatima ripped my shirt off.

Naima scratched my naked chest with her long nails; the pain awoke me from my dullness.

I tried to get up but they pushed me back to the floor.

"Help me," I screamed loudly.

Wahiba grabbed me firmly by my jaw; her long nails dug in my cheek as she forced me to look 
her in the eyes.

"Scream all you want, pussy; no one will hear you but us."

She moved her face closer; she was now only inches away from me.

"You are at our mercy," she whispered darkly.

Then she leaned forward and licked my mouth. Her tongue removed the blood from my cut lip.

"So sweet," she grinned as she licked the blood off my mouth.

I tried to push her away; Naima grabbed me and pinned me on my back, while Fatima 
backhanded me hard across the cheek.

"Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson," Fatima barked at me.

I struggled to get lose, but with the three of them they could now easily keep me pinned.

Wahiba placed her huge ass right on my face, while pinning my arms under her shins.

I had to turn my head all the way to the right, to avoid getting smothered.

"As you see I am a whole lot of woman," she giggled, bouncing her ass playfully up and down 
on my head. Fatima pulled off my shoes and socks, as I tried to get air. I then felt Naima 
unbuckle the belt of my pants.

I bucked like crazy to get Wahiba off of me. But this only assisted in Naima panting me.
She pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, and then Fatima lifted my ankles up to 
take them off. Naima grabbed my now completely exposed testicles.

"Stop struggling," she snarled, as she gave my testicles a little warning squeeze.

A sharp pain went through my testicles. I reduced my struggling. 

Fatima then used my belt to tie my ankles together and, using my immobilized legs, they now 
easily rolled me to my stomach. Wahiba drove her knee in my lower back to keep me pinned to 
the floor.

They now grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. While Wahiba and Fatima kept 
me restrained, I saw Naima pull my shoelaces out of my shoes.

They now crossed my wrists behind my back, and tied them tightly together with my 
shoelaces. Fatima playfully kicked me in my side.

"You aren't that tough now, are you?" She laughed sadistically.

Naima inspected my swollen testicles closely.

"You kicked him pretty hard Wahiba. I'm not sure if he'll still function well."

"Only one way to test that out," Fatima grinned.

She took hold of my dick and slowly began to massage it. After a while it began to rise up like 
a flower reaching for the sun.

She increased her stroking, making me come close to an orgasm.

When I began to reach my orgasm she suddenly slapped my dick, and squeezed my balls 
painfully, preventing me from cumming.

"You don't think I would let you enjoy yourself, do you," she purred with a mischievous smile.

At this point I wanted to cry from frustration.

My intent was to stand up against Wahiba, however now they had beaten me up, stripped me 
down, even sexually assaulted me, and I was completely at their mercy.

I thought it couldn't get any worse than this. I was wrong.

I saw Wahiba take something out of her pocket.

To my horror it was a stiletto knife.

With a loud click, the blade sprung out of the handle.

She grabbed my dick with one hand and then held the blade against the base of my dick.

"You know, you really are a dick for punching me," she said with a sadistic smile on her face.
"Perhaps I should chop of your manhood as punishment."

"No, no please, don't do it," I begged.

Fatima and Naima laughed loudly at my despair.

"If you want to keep your little man, you will have to do something for me," Wahiba said with 
a malevolent smile on her face.

She then made a little cut at the base of my dick.

I screamed out in fear.

"Anything, I will do anything, but please don't cut my dick off!"

"I hoped you would say that," she laughed.

Wahiba kicked off her shoes, and then pulled her pants off.

"I want you to lick my pussy," she said with a devilish smile on her face.

Fatima pulled me to my knees by my hair and forced my face into Wahiba's crotch.

I had never licked a girl's pussy before. And even in my worst nightmares, I couldn't have 
thought I would one day be forced to orally satisfy Wahiba.

"Lick it," Wahiba ordered in an authoritative voice.

Hesitantly I put out my tongue and licked her wet pussy.

"Harder, or I swear I am going to scalp you," Wahiba shouted while holding the knife against 
my hairline.

Like crazy, I began to lick. After a few minutes I heard Wahiba sigh in pleasure.

"Keep going," she gasped as she pulled my hair to encourage me. She moaned loudly as she 
reached her orgasm. After she was done, she simply dropped me to the floor.

"That was nice. As a reward I will not cut off your little man."

Then she began to laugh.

The other girls saw it as well; I had a big erection. Despite that I was disgusted by having to 
lick Wahiba, my body had responded differently.

"So it turns you on to lick my pussy," Wahiba laughed. "Or perhaps you get turned on being 
bossed around by us. Perhaps you secretly get aroused by being dominated by me," she said 
with a triumphant look on her face.

"I want to see him cum," Naima said with a big smile.

She grabbed my dick and began to stroke it.

I used all my willpower to avoid getting aroused. But my body responded naturally. After a 
few minutes of her skillful touch I ejaculated hard.

Naima stepped back as short sprays of sperm flew to the floor. The women laughed loudly at 
my humiliation.

"What a mess," Fatima said with played concern.

"Yes, you should really clean it up," Naima laughed. She grabbed me by my hair and forced 
my face in the small plash of sperm.

"Lick it up," she said on a threatening tone.

"No," I replied. I had already been humiliated enough; there was no way I was going to lick up 
my own cum from the filthy floor of the classroom.

"Your choice," Naima laughed. She grabbed my testicles and painfully squeezed them. I tried 
to escape her grip, but with my hands and ankles tied up my struggles were useless. Naima 
began to increase her grip and began to twist my balls. It felt like they were about to pop any 
second.

"Your choice, you either lick it up, or I bust both your nuts."

The pain became unbearable; I had no choice but to yield.

"Ok, Ok, I will," I screamed as loudly as I could.

"Good boy," Naima laughed.

Disgusted with myself, I began to slowly lick up the sperm lying on the floor. It tasted salt but 
the dust made it disgusting to swallow it. Still I did it; I didn't want to take more risks
disobeying them. Wahiba smilingly filmed it with her Smartphone.

After I was done, Fatima drove her knee in my back and pulled my bound ankles towards my
hands, arching my back. She now used her scarf to tightly tie my ankles to my bound hands. I 
was now hogtied, and I couldn't move.

"All right, it seems you have learned your lesson," Wahiba purred. "Raising your hand against 
a lady will never go unpunished."

"I am sorry," I begged, "but please untie me, and let me go, I promise I will never bother with 
you again."

"We know that cutie," Fatima laughed. "But we think it is better to leave you here one night to 
think about it."

"What," I screamed. "No, don't do this!"

"Don't worry," Naima laughed malevolently, "you will need plenty of time to make up a story 
about how you ended up here. Either way, your story will not involve us. Because if we get 
into trouble, we won't be so gentle with you next time. And even if we don't find you, we will 
still send the video of you licking cum of the floor to everyone you know," Wahiba said
with a dark smile.

I wanted to plead more, but Naima replied by stuffing my underwear into my mouth and then 
gagging me with a scarf. I was now helpless; the only thing I could do was groan.

"Oh and one more thing," Wahiba said. "I noticed your penis isn't circumcised, so we will do 
that now," Wahiba said pulling out the stiletto.

She rolled over my hogtied body and grabbed my lid.

"Don't move or I might cut off a little more," she said grinning. 

With a precise cut she sliced through my foreskin. I felt blood dripping down my shaft.

"That is better," Fatima laughed. She then blindfolded me with a piece of duct tape. I was now 
completely helpless; hogtied, blindfolded and gagged. The only senses I had left where my 
touch, smell and hearing. I heard Wahiba say something, and then Fatima and Naima began to 
giggle. I had no idea what they would do next.

All of a sudden I felt a warm liquid drowsing over my head and naked body. I smelled a 
metallic dirty smell. To my disgust I realized they were urinating on me. I struggled and 
moaned loudly, but it was of no use. Being hogtied, I couldn't move a limb. Being only able to 
breathe though my nose, the stench of urine became overwhelming. However I was helpless, I 
could only moan loudly in my gag from frustration.

"Have a nice night sweetie," Fatima giggled, while mockingly kicking me in my side.

"We will think about you," Naima said with a wicked laugh.

I heard them walk away, cheering loudly at my misery. The last thing I heard was the closing 
of the classroom door and the echo of their footsteps as they walked through the hallway. Then 
there was total silence.

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