REVELATION DAY - Part V - Donnybrook In The Gym
by BeegBoy
The girls take on the boys and establish female supremacy as the new standard.


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The girls began to smile and look at the boys and the boys began
to shuffle around uneasily.  As Missy had previously noted, the
boys had the girls outnumbered by more than two to one, but she
didn't think that would make any difference.  It was imperative,
however, that none of the boys escape from the gym until they
were properly indoctrinated into the new way of things.  Missy
motioned and the three Girl Scouts came over to her and she 
whispered to them quietly, they were all between 7 and 9
years-old.  The little girls giggled, nodded to Missy, and left
the gym.

The cheerleaders and the football players had now migrated into
two distinct groups standing about twenty feet apart.  There were
now five girls remaining in the gym, including Missy, and about
ten boys.  One cheerleader, Jodi, had left with the Girl Scouts 
without an explanation.  Missy released Roy and stood up,
watching as he meekly pulled his underwear back up over his
privates; he didn't even bother with the running shorts.  The 
boy was clearly too tired to do anything but lay there and pant
for breath, so she walked over and joined the four cheerleaders. 
The five girls began to giggle and display wide, devilish grins. 
With little Missy leading the way, they slowly began to walk
towards the boys in an exaggerated, stalking motion.  Nervous and
uneasy with the image of Roy's humiliation still fresh in their
minds, the boys began to back away from the approaching girls,
which only served to boost the latter group's confidence.

Suddenly, the boys broke and ran.  The girls' started to give
pursuit but Missy called out, "Take your time girls, they aren't
going anywhere!!"

There was one set of large, double door on three of the gyms four
walls and the guys broke into groups and headed straight for
them.  The still weren't certain the girls could truly overpower
them, but after seeing what happened to Roy they decided not to
take any chances.  Tony reached one set of doors with two other
fellows and hit the release bar while running at full speed,
causing all three boys to collide with the door when it didn't 
open.  Desperately, Tony looked the door over to make sure it
wasn't locked and pushed on the release bar again, but the door
still didn't open - in fact, it didn't even budge.  It felt 
as if he was pushing against a solid concrete wall.   Pressing
his nose against the small, square window on the door, Tony
looked out and down and discovered the cause of his 
predicament.  One of the Girl Scouts was on the outside with her
hands pressed against the doors, effectively blocking the exit. 
She looked up and locked eyes with Tony, her face breaking into a
delighted grin when she realized the boy was attempting to escape
from the gym but couldn't come close to matching her resistance.

Tony and the other two boys, Burt and Jay, combined their
strength and, digging in with their feet, grabbed the door's
release bar and pushed against it in unison.  Slowly, the door 
opened as the combined power of the three boys started to
overcome the Girl Scout.  Her name was Cindy and she was only 8
years-old.  She pushed back as best she could, but was 
starting to lose the test of strength with Tony, Burt and Jay,
albeit very slowly.  Tony began to smile, feeling his freedom was
close at hand even as his mind reeled at the embarrassment of
needing the help of two other husky, high school boys to
overpower one petite, female child.  His smile would have faded
if he'd looked behind him and seen the cheerleaders slowly
closing in on the three of them.  True, the boys were forcing the
door open, but at a snail's pace due to Cindy's resistance. 
Noting the boys' slow progress, the cheerleaders followed Missy's
advice and took time in selecting their captives.

Jill was the first cheerleader to step forward and test her
prowess.  The 19 year-old was short but solidly built, and as she
raised her arms small bulges appeared which consisted of hard,
solid biceps.  She gently placed her hands on Jay's shoulders and
slid them down over his arms, clasping them tightly just above
the elbows.  Then she stepped backwards, pulling Jay with her
even as he desperately hung on to the door's release bar.  As a
result,  Jay's effort pushing against the door was completely
negated by Jill's backwards pull, and the slight opening in the
doors it had taken all three of the boys over a minute to create 
vanished in an instant as Cindy easily overcame the strength of
the two remaining boys and forced the doors closed again.  Jill
gave a casual yank and Jay's hands were torn loose from the
release bar.  She slid her hands down to his wrists and easily
forced both his arms up behind his back into a double hammerlock. 
Jay struggled feverishly, his biceps straining to the size of
oranges, but it was useless.  He was completely out-muscled by a
girl who barely stood shoulder height to him, and whose arms were
dwarfed by comparison, but were nonetheless several times
stronger than his own.

With Jay removed from the door, Tony and Burt had absolutely no
chance against little Cindy, who was now holding the door closed
with amazing ease.  Jill, meanwhile, had wrapped one of her
powerful arms around both of Jay's, effectively keeping him
pinned in the double hammerlock with just her single arm.  With
her free arm she reached around Burt's neck and established a
firm headlock.  Burt's hands immediately left the release bar 
and he wrapped both of them around Jill's forearm.  He drew a
deep breath and pulled with all the strength he could muster, but
Jill's arm didn't budge an inch and the headlock held firm. 
Burt's eyes widened in bewilderment and disbelief; the girl's
forearm felt like a steel bar wrapped in a thin layer of foam
rubber - soft on the surface but rock solid underneath. 

Jill casually walked away from the doors towards the gym mats,
dragging both boy captives effortlessly along with her.  Alone at
the door, Tony continued to press on the release bar out of sheer
panic.  He knew fully well his strength was no match for Cindy,
but he didn't dare retreat back into the gym.  For the moment, at
least, none of the other cheerleaders were approaching him.       
    
At another door, the same fruitless struggle was taking place as
Harry and Andy strained to force open the doors being held
pressed shut by Marci, the 7 year-old Girl Scout.  Unlike Cindy,
Marci was only using one arm to hold the door closed as it had
more than sufficient strength to overcome the two boys' combined
efforts.  As they had been instructed, each of the three Girl
Scouts had blocked one of the three exits as Missy had requested,
thus allowing the girls in the gym to move at their leisure.  The
boys; lacking the physical strength to overcome even the small
girls, were trapped in the gym.

Missy looked over to the mat and saw that Jill was already
enjoying her victory.  She was sitting on the mat and still
holding Burt in the inescapable headlock.  Jay, on the other
hand, was no longer in the double hammerlock.  Jill had decided
to free one of her hands and so forced him down to the mat until
she could wrap her firm, powerful legs caressingly around his
neck. He struggled fruitlessly and foolishly, if his arms hadn't
been strong enough to match hers what made him think they could
match her legs!?  With her free hand, Jill alternately massaged
each of the two boys groin areas causing them to moan in a
confused state of pleasure and humiliation.  Jill was on cloud
nine; prior to this day of revelation she'd always considered
herself something of a weakling.  Already, she was thinking of a 
family reunion she'd be attending the following week and the fun
she was going to have with two very sexist, athletic male
cousins.  

Now, Vicki approached the doors Harry and Andy were attempting to
exit through and contemplated her technique.  She had observed
the other girls and wanted to do something totally original if
she could.  At 20, Vicki stood nearly as tall as the two boys but
had a very slender build, though her hefty arms appeared slightly
too "thick" for her overall body size - the result of years of
gymnastics training.  She spotted the gym's climbing ropes and a
novel though entered her head.  Climbing the rope using only her
arms, she reached the top and, holding on with one hand, used her
free hand to untie another rope from the ceiling mount.  It
occurred to Vicki that she had often watched the boys climb the
ropes, but they needed to use both their arms and legs to climb,
whereas her arms alone were all she needed, and it left her with
strength to spare.   

She climbed down with the freed rope and tied one end of it to a
stretching bar anchored into the wall of the gym.  Holding the
other end of the rope in her hand she approached Harry and Andy
from behind.  Both boys were leaning into the door with all their
strength and were using their legs for as much leverage as
possible, so their bodies were essentially at 45 degree angles to
the floor.  Vicki walked up behind the boys and, using her firm, 
shapely legs, leaped high up into the air.  She also leapt
forward, over them, so as she came down she wrapped her powerful
legs around both Harry's and Andy's trim waists and locked her
ankles together.  Both boys immediately released the door bar and
griped each of Vicki's calves with both their hands.  They pulled
and pulled but their upper body strength was no match for her
legs.  Then, still holding the rope she'd tied to the stretching 
bar, Vicki began pulling herself and her two captives back into
the gym.  Missy laughed and applauded as she watched the two
helpless boys struggle fruitlessly to escape.  Vicki had 
completely entrapped them with her legs and was pulling them
along casually and easily, despite all their combined resistance,
using only the strength of her arms. 

Meanwhile, Tony was still trying to escape through his chosen
door, hoping that Cindy would grow tired if he keep pressure on
the door and her.  He simply didn't realize, or couldn't accept
the fact, that the 8 year-old girl was only using only one arm to
hold the doors shut, and was only using a portion of her single
arm's strength to do it.  Another boy, Russell, came over and
joined Tony, but even their combined effort was useless and 
ineffective.  In addition, both boys' time was rapidly running
out, because Betty, another cheerleader, had zeroed in on them as
her prey.

Betty was the smallest of the cheerleaders and, at 17, she was
also the youngest.  She was slightly overweight but still well
proportioned on her hefty frame - and her body wasn't jiggly or
mushy, but soft yet powerfully firm.  Unlike Vicki, Betty went
for the simple, straight-forward approach.  She walked up to Tony
and Russell from behind and squeezed herself in-between the two
boys, at the same time reaching out sideways with her arms over 
their backs and placing a hand on each of the boys' shoulders. 
She stepped all the way up to the door and slid her hands down
the boys' outside arms, passing over their biceps and wrapping
her hands around them just below the elbows, where she grasped
each of their forearms and gently pulled inward.  Simultaneously,
she stepped back as she tightened her grip.  In doing so, Betty
managed to pull the boys towards her so tightly that as she
stepped back the boys' inside arms were also pulled back and
became firmly wedged between her body and their own.  Smiling
proudly, Betty stepped away from the door and displayed her 
trophies.  Tony and Russell were both held fast, their outside
arms clamped firm against their sides by Betty's stronger arms
and their inside arms tightly wedged between Betty's body and
their own, rendering them totally helpless in her powerful grasp. 
In addition to Missy and one remaining cheerleader, Diane, there
were now four boys left in the gym who hadn't been captured: Tim,
George, Scott, and Pete.  Roy was still lying on the mat, slowly
recovering from Missy's assault.  The two Girl Scouts, Cindy and
Marci, had abandoned their doors, where they were no longer
needed, and were walking the hallways searching for victims of
their own.

Tim, George and Scott had rushed to the third set of gym doors
(unaware the other doors were no longer blocked) and were
fighting a losing battle with 8 year-old Abby, the last of the
Girl Scouts.  Abby was smaller in stature than Cindy, but she was
proving to be every bit as strong, if not stronger!  Unlike Cindy
and Marci, Abby was enjoying raising the boys' expectations of
escape and shooting them down.  Her face showed some signs of
strain as the three older, larger boys used their combined
strength to force the doors open against her youthful resistance
and appeared to be slowly succeeding.  But, just before they
could push the doors open far enough for one of them to slip out
and escape, Abby giggled and easily pushed them back closed -
leaving the boys still trapped in the gym.  

At one point Abby misjudged the opening and George, the thinnest
of the boys, actually managed to slip through the opening.  Abby,
however, recovered rapidly and prevented his flight to freedom. 
With incredible speed, and phenomenal strength, she pushed the
doors shut against the two remaining boys until only one of her
hands was needed to hold them closed and immediately shot out her
free hand, catching George by the wrist as he attempted to speed
away.  George strained and pulled mightily but the little girl
held him firmly and inescapably, even as she exerted pressure in
the opposite direction to prevent Tim and Scott from reopening
the doors.  She locked eyes with George and laughed aloud as the
bewildered boy strained without success to free his wrist from
the iron grip of a girl who was 11 years younger, nearly two feet
shorter and over 100 pounds lighter than he was.  

Forgetting his pride, George looked around for help from anyone,
no longer caring about the embarrassment of his situation; he
simply wanted to get away.  It was getting late in the day,
however, and the area outside the gym was deserted - he'd have to
fight this battle on his own.  Still grasping George's wrist and
twisting him around to face the doors, Abby stood on her toes and
forced his arm into a hammerlock.  Then she eased up a little on
the doors, allowing Tim and Scott to push them open.  As the
opening in the doors widened, Abby effortlessly shoved George
forward through the opening and into the two other boys, 
causing all three of them to stumble back into the gym as she
again pushed the doors closed and held them shut.

As the three boys stood up they found themselves confronted by
Diane, the last of the cheerleaders, who now stood between them
and the door.  Looking to their rear, they saw little Missy
approaching.  It was an unbelievable sight!!  There were Tim,
Scott, and George, all three of them between 19 and 20 years-old,
muscular, and nearly 6 feet tall, standing back to back in a
tight group as 18 year-old Diane and 10 year-old Missy circled 
around them like sharks closing in for the kill.  As the two
girls moved in closer and closer, tightening the circle, the boys
became increasingly apprehensive and knew they'd have to make a
break for it.  Suddenly, Missy stomped forward and the three boys
retreated as a group.  Reacting quickly, Diane stepped forward
into the group and slid her hefty, powerful arms into them.  
Diane's left arm snaked between Tim's back and both his arms,
grabbing George's left arm at the elbow from behind.  She
repeated this process with her right arm, easily entrapping both
of Scott's arms in the same way as Tim's and grasping George's
right arm with her right hand.  Before the boys could react,
Diane tightened her grips and pulled back, rendering all three
boys helpless captives using only the strength in her own arms - 
and only a portion of her strength at that. 

Missy was delighted!!  Diane didn't need her help at all.  The
three struggling boys were dragged to a mat in the center of the
gym easily by the powerful, petite cheerleader.  Not only could
they not escape from her, they even failed to stand their ground
and were unable to stop Diane from forcing them towards the mat. 
In fact, they couldn't even slow her progress to any noticeable
extent.  On the mat they joined their fellow jock friends in 
humiliation and entrapment.  Missy beamed as she looked upon the
scene: everywhere on the mat were huge, allegedly powerful boys
straining fruitlessly to escape from their smaller, but clearly
much stronger, female captors.  Each of the cheerleaders had
complete control of at least two boys, and some had three!!  The
gym was filled with the sounds of male voices grunting and
groaning and female voices talking, laughing, and giggling.  Even
with better than two to one odds in their favor, the "stronger
sex" had been totally vanquished!

Missy noticed that Roy was finally starting to rally himself back
to normal.  He had pulled up his athletic shorts and was now on
his knees staring in total disbelief at the events on the mat
that surrounded him.  Not one of his fellow jocks could free
himself from the girl holding him captive despite the fact that
most of them were using their entire body's total strength
against only one or two of the girls' limbs.  Deciding he had
seen enough, Roy started to rise when he found little Missy
standing before him with her hands on her hips.  They were
looking at each other eye to eye since Roy was still on his
knees.  Here before him was the child who had started everything,
who had set this whole bizarre series of events into motion! 
Both her upper arms together were barely larger as one of his
wrists, his biceps were nearly as big as her waist - where the
hell was her strength coming from?!?

"Going somewhere, Roy?" Missy asked coyly, "surely you don't want
to miss all the fun!"

Roy moved to stand up but quick as lightening Missy's arms shot
up and she locked her hands with his.  As he exerted pressure to
rise, Missy exerted pressure down and back.  To call what
followed a contest of strength would be incorrect, because in
reality it was no contest at all.  Roy's massive arms strained,
but their strength was insignificant compared to Missy's small,
more powerful arms.  Indeed, she forced both his hands together
and laced the fingers of her right hand with the fingers from
both of his.  Roy tried to yank his hands free, but Missy's
fingers held them locked firmly in place.  Then, she casually
dropped her left arm to her side and continued pushing the much
larger boy down using only the strength of her single arm, and
she still overpowered him with remarkable ease.  Missy stepped
slowly forward as Roy was gradually forced onto his back with
both his hands over his head and knelt down to complete the pin
by pressing his hands and arms firmly to the mat.  She could have
pinned Roy in a flash, but enjoyed moving slowly so the
humiliation could really sink in.  She released his hands and
placed one of hers on each of his shoulders, making the pin final
and inescapable.  Then, with her foot, she again found the
waistband of his shorts and underwear and again she pushed them
down to Roy's knees, rendering him naked and helpless for the
second time.

Unlike Cindy and Marci, Abby had reentered the gym in search of a
potential new victim and immediately spotted Pete, the sole
remaining un-captured boy jock.  He had watched the other boys
struggling without success to exit through the doors, so he had
climbed atop the bleachers and attempted to escape through the
windows high up on the gym's far wall.  Unfortunately, Pete had
been unable to open any of the four windows up there.  The old, 
wood and metal frame windows hadn't been opened in years and were
hopelessly frozen shut, or so it seemed.

Abby pranced over to the bleachers and scooted up to the top to
confront the boy.  Pete considered running down but quickly
noticed that Missy was keeping a close eye on him.  She was
easily holding Roy pinned to the mat, and Pete figured she'd
surely cut him off if he ran for one of the doors now.  Abby and
Pete faced each other from opposite ends of the top row of the
bleachers.   She started walking slowly towards him, stopping by
the first of the four windows.

"It's very stuffy in here", Abby said, "I think I'll let a little
fresh air in."  She casually took hold of the handles on the
window and with minimal effort thrust the window open more 
than two feet.  Pete's jaw dropped open like a stone.  Not more
than three minutes earlier he'd been unable to budge the same
window so much as an inch, and now he was watching a girl barely
out of her infancy accomplish the task with ease; however,
another thought quickly entered his mind.  Abby saw in Pete's
eyes the hope of escape.  "Sorry, Pete", she giggled, "if you
want to exit through this window you'll have to open it with your
own big, strong muscles!"  As she said this, Abby used one arm to
push the window back down until it only remained open about six
or seven inches, too narrow for Pete to escape through.  She took
several steps back and motioned towards the window, grinning at
Pete the whole time.

Seeing his chance, Pete raced to the window and grabbed at the
bottom, pushing up on it with every ounce of strength he
possessed, but the window again refused to move.  In desperation,
he placed one of his feet on the window ledge for leverage and
again tried to raise the window, and again his effort was totally
in vain.  His mind reeled as he tried again and again, with the
image of little 8 year-old Abby opening the window so easily, so 
casually, still burning in his mind.  Sweat broke out on his brow
and poured down his neck, but it was all wasted effort.  Quietly,
almost meekly, Abby stepped forward again and gently placed the
four fingers of her right hand on the window frame and exerted a
slight, downward force.  Pete immediately felt the window moving
back down and no amount of resistance he could produce even
slowed its descent.  Within seconds, Abby's one arm had
overpowered both his arms, and one of his legs!  The window was
again shut tight and he remained trapped in the gym.

Pete backed away as the small, chubby girl began to stalk him. 
He jumped down several steps of the bleachers and took the rest
two at a time.  Missy stood up as Pete hit the ground, ready to
cut off any avenue of escape he planned to use.  He knew he
couldn't make it to one of the doors, so Pete instead retreated
towards the locker room.  Missy began to pursue him but Abby
called out, "No, Missy, he's my trophy!!"  So Missy smiled, 
shrugged, and went back to Roy, who was started to get to his
feet a second time.  Within ten seconds, she again had him pinned
fast to the mat.

As Pete ran into the locker room, Abby gave chase without
hesitation; she was going to enjoy playing cat and mouse with him
in the corridors and shower stalls.  But suddenly, Abby realized
there must be other exits from the locker room into the main
building - Pete wasn't attempting to hide, but to escape!  She
started running after him, determined not to be the only girl in
the group to fail and have to tell her tale of  "the one that got
away".

Abby entered the locker room and listened intently for any hint
of noise that would betray Pete's location.  She was just
beginning to fear he had escaped when she heard voices and 
laughter from the far end of the room.  She found the idea of
laughter curious, and quickly but quietly raced towards the
source of the voices.  She arrived at the scene and immediately
appraised the situation.  Pete had obviously been running through
the locker room and encountered the captain and co-captain of the
college wrestling team.  Their respective names were Anton and
Gary, both 21, both over 6 feet of rock-hard muscle, and both
bullies.  Anton had Pete pinned against a locker with one of his
meaty hands pressed hard against the boy's chest.                 
    

"Where ya going in such a hurry, Petey boy?" Anton teased, "Ya
know you can't pass through here without paying the tariff!!"
"P-p-please", Pete stammered, "lemme go!!  You guys don't know
what's happening in the gym!!"  This was true, Anton and Gary had
only been in the locker room a few minutes, and they had entered
via one of the two other doors that connected it to the main
building and were therefore unaware of the current situation.

"Quit whining, ya stupid, pansy, mamma's boy", Gary laughed, "we
don't care about what's going on in the gym, 'cause we're gonna
have lotsa fun with you right here!!"  As he spoke, Gary whipped
a towel at Pete's groin area.  Abby felt an immense dislike for
the two boys as she listened and watched them tormenting Pete. 
While it was true she and the other girls were embarrassing their
male captives, it was still mostly in fun.  The truth was, the
girls were giddy and somewhat "high" upon discovery of their
abilities and so were going at it full force, but they weren't
actually hurting the boys physically or inflicting severe pain on
them just for the fun of it.  None of the boys in the gym had
actually been mean or nasty to any of the girls to deserve what
was being done to them, but Anton and Gary were bullies, and she
was going to enjoy taking them down.

"You don't understand", Pete pleaded, "we're all gonna get
demolished if we stay here - they're mopping up the floor with us
out in the gym!!"
"Gary", Anton spoke, "go check out the gym and see what the hell
this wimp is talkin' about."
"OK", Gary answered, "but when I get back I'm gonna whip his
candy-ass good", he added motioning towards Pete, "so save a
piece of him for me!"
"No problemo", Anton replied gleefully as he shot his knee into
Pete's groin, causing the helpless boy to moan.  Anton removed
his hand from Pete's chest and watched him crumple to the floor,
and then he kicked him.

Gary walked slowly through the locker room towards the entrance
to the gym and Abby followed quietly from a distance behind,
being careful not to reveal her presence just yet.  After what
she'd seen she actually felt sorry for Pete, and was going to
enjoy humiliating Anton and Gary all that much more.

Gary reached the door and swung it open wide.  Abby watched him
from the shadows and delighted as she observed his facial
expression change.  In a matter of a little more than twenty
seconds, his nasty, arrogant expression melted into one of
shocked disbelief, enhanced with a healthy dollop of fear.  Gary
couldn't quite believe what his eyes were showing him.  At first,
the mats in the center of the gym appeared to be filled with
people engaged in some form of wrestling.  Slowly, he realized it
wasn't wrestling, but struggling (at least on the part of the
boys).  The mat was full of boys, all members of the football 
team, struggling to free themselves from the cheerleaders!!! 
Even more incredible, each of the girls had at least two boys
under complete control, and one of them had three!!  There 
was only a single one-on-one match taking place on the mat, but
Gary couldn't accept what his eyes told him: Roy, the football
team captain, and one very tough dude, was pinned down by a tiny
girl who appeared to be only 9 or 10 years-old!!  Gary rubbed his
eyes but the scene didn't change.  He quietly closed the door and
stepped back into the locker room, grateful that he hadn't been
seen, and rushed back over to Anton. 

"You ain't gonna believe this, man", Gary gasped, his voice full
of confusion and exasperation, "but the football team's in there
gettin' creamed by the cheerleaders!!"
"What the hell are you talking about", Anton responded with
disgust, "are you drinkin' or trippin' on something or what!?!"
"I'm straight!" Gary insisted, "and I know what I saw!!  The
cheerleaders, Vicki, Betty, Jill, and Diane are wiping out about
nine of the football players all by themselves.  What's more, 
Roy, the captain, is being kept pinned down by a kid who looks
like she's an escapee from grade-school!"  
"I told you", Pete croaked, still sitting folded over, "I wasn't
making it up."
"This is bullshit!!", Anton exclaimed, pushing Gary aside, "let
me go see what you're both yabberin' about."

"Oh, there's no need for that, Anton", Abby said softly as she
stepped out of the shadows, "I can assure you Gary's description
is very accurate."  Gary jumped at the sound of her voice, while
Pete let out a low moan.

Before Anton could fully react, Abby stepped forward and grabbed
his large wrists in her small hands.  His arms were down at his
sides and she attempted no other movement, thinking it best to
test herself against him first.  After all, Anton was much larger
and stronger than any of the other boys she'd faced off with, but
her overall confidence level remained high.

"You'd better get outta my way, squirt, or you're gonna be in a
world of hurt!!" Anton whispered in a low, threatening voice.
"Oh, I'm so scared!!" Abby mocked, "I'm so scared of a big,
strong boy who just threatened to hurt an 8 year-old girl. 
What's next, beating up old ladies?  You're not going anywhere, 
you big dope!!"

Anton growled at the small girl who had dared to insult him.  He
had no intention of hurting Abby, but it wasn't due to his being
a nice guy, he simply knew he'd get into trouble if he did. 
Planning to push her aside like the little gnat he thought she
was, he started to move forward; or at least he tried to.  Anton
moved only half a step before he found himself forced back to his
starting position.

"I repeat", Abby said, "you're not going anywhere."  Abby's
ability to push Anton back a half -step had given her the final
boost of confidence she needed, and she was now certain she was
the stronger of the two of them.  She applied pressure on Anton's
wrists inward towards his body, just as he started attempting to
raise his mighty arms.  Anton had a slight head start, so he
managed to move his arms out nearly a foot before Abby reacted
and almost effortlessly forced them back against his body.  The
boy's eyes widened in amazement as he tried to determine what
trick she had used to accomplish what she'd just done.         

"Quite a trick, gnat", Anton snickered with contempt, "but I
won't be fooled a second time." 
"It's not a trick, jerk-head", Abby retorted, "it's just simple,
straight-forward strength.  
Believe it or not, this "gnat" is stronger than you!!"

Anton laughed instead of wasting time responding and again moved
forward, and again Abby forced him back.  Then, he again tried to
raise his arms but this time he failed to move them even an inch
away from his sides - and he was beginning to feel the pressure
Abby was steadily increasing on his arms.  Abby didn't need to
increase the pressure to hold him captive, she was simply
enjoying the growing look of disbelief on his face.  Trying not
to be heard, Anton drew in a deep breath and gave a powerful
surge outward on his arms, followed by an audible gasp of shock
when he realized they still hadn't moved, much less been freed
from Abby's grip.

Then, Abby slowly started applying pressure down as well as in,
and almost immediately Anton felt his knees starting to buckle. 
His eye opened wider and he emitted a loud grunt as he tried
again to break the small girl's hold on him, which he now
realized was impossibly strong.  He closed his eyes so as not to
meet her confident gaze and clenched his teeth and fists as he
concentrated every muscle on holding his body erect and rigid,
but it was all for naught.  His knees continued to slowly yield
to the awesome strength of Abby's young arms and in less than a
minute she had forced him completely down on his knees before
her.  The small girl and the huge jock were now looking at each
other face-to-face, and Abby watched the fear and frustration
develop fully in Anton's eyes as he finally accepted and
comprehended the fact that she had him completely out-muscled. 
Still holding his wrists, Abby grinned and forced both his
massive arms up into a firm double hammerlock, intentionally
exerting enough force to make the hold painful.  Anton winced, 
then he looked over to Gary and whimpered, "Help me", in a low,
pleading voice. 

Abby quickly glanced at Gary, her expression telling him that she
would gladly welcome the two-on-one challenge without fear or
reservation.  As Gary backed away a few steps, Abby released
Anton's arms and switched to a headlock.  He clamped both his
massive hands around her forearm and pulled with everything he
had, but the girl's powerful limb refused to yield.  Abby started
dragging Anton along in a sitting position as she stalked Gary,
who was trapped in a dead end row of lockers.

But suddenly, Gary scrambled and climbed over the lockers with an
athletic prowess and speed that caught even Abby off guard.  He
jumped to the ground in the next row over and ran.  Fearing he
would escape, she gave swift pursuit, but dragging Anton along
behind her slowed her progress.   Gary widened the gap between
them and triumphantly reached the exit door to the hallway and
freedom.  Unwilling to release Anton, Abby found herself 
wishing she'd somehow blocked or jammed the doors before making
her presence known, but now it was too late.  

Gary took a final look back and yanked the door open wide, but as
he turned to run, he felt a ring of pressure tighten around his
waist.  Looking down he discovered the source, another small girl
had been standing in the doorway and had wrapped an incredibly
strong pair of arms around him.  Gary placed his hands on the
outside of the door frame and pulled desperately to get loose,
but his strength paled in comparison to the small, 8 year-old
child 
holding him captive.  As she walked into the locker room,
effortlessly wrenching his hands off the door frame as she forced
him inside, Cindy looked up at Gary and cheerfully said, "Don't
leave now, the fun's just beginning!!"  Gary's hands immediately
went down to his waist and he grabbed Cindy's forearms,
attempting to pry her arms off him with an effort that she found
to be pathetically easy to overcome.  It was truly amazing to
learn how puny these boys actually were.  With youthful
enthusiasm and joy, Abby and Cindy walked together through the
locker room, each with a firm hold on her respective trophy, and
back out into the gym to rejoin the other girls.  Abby knew Pete
was still in the locker room, but she figured he'd already
suffered enough for the time being.

In the locker room, Pete had laid down on one of the changing
benches to rest and contemplate what had happened in the last
hour.  When and how did chicks get so damned strong?  Until this
afternoon he was confident, no, he was positive, that he was far,
far stronger than any puny girl was.  Yet, not one hundred feet
from where he was laying, a gym full of the schools strongest
jocks were being twisted like pretzels and tossed around like rag
dolls!  Pete wasn't sure what to think, he was just glad to be
out of it and free.  He'd rest a few more minutes and then slip
out and go home before the girls returned.  As he rested, Pete
became aware of a mild pressure on his upper thighs.  He lifted
up his head, looked, and froze in fear.  Sitting on his legs,
between his waist and knees, was yet another little girl.  She
was dressed in a Girl Scout uniform like the other and had that
same look of mischievous confidence in her smile.  Her light
brown hair was in pigtails with pink bows and she had rolled up
the sleeves of her blouse to expose her tanned, chubby arms,
which she now held up in a flexed position causing her small
biceps to bulge slightly.

"Hello there, big fella!" Marci said jovially, "care to test your
strength against a 7 year-old girl?"  As she finished speaking,
Marci batted her eyelashes and placed both her hands under her
chin.

Pete sat up and tried to run, but Marci's legs were wrapped
tightly around his thighs and the bench, pinning his lower body
firmly in place.  He grabbed at her firm calves with his hands 
and yanked and pulled for all he was worth, but her powerful legs
didn't yield an inch.  Marci giggled as she watched him struggle
and again flexed her arms for him.  Thinking to lift her off him,
Pete released Marci's calves and grabbed her arms, gasping in
shock as he did so.  The bulge of her biceps was small, but they
were hard as a rock!!  How could a mere child, and a girl at
that, possess such strength?!?  Seeing his reaction, Marci
laughed and said, "Let's feel yours!!"  She reached over and
grabbed his arms by the biceps like he had hers and felt his huge
muscles that were easily five times the size of hers.  But when 
Marci squeezed her small fingers sunk into Pete's biceps like
they were tomatoes; firm tomatoes, but tomatoes nonetheless.  His
squeezing, on the other hand, had absolutely no impact on her
small but rock solid biceps.  

With ease, Marci shook Pete's hands off her arms and moved her
arms down to his wrists, grasping them tightly.  Then she leaned
forward against his large chest while forcing his arms down to
his sides, pinning him flat down on the bench despite his best
efforts to avoid her entrapment.  She placed her chin on his
chest, looked him in the eyes, and smiled again as she forced his
arms down below the bench and locked them in place underneath it
with her formidable strength.  Pete continued struggling for
several minutes but it was a losing battle from the start and he
knew it.  He hadn't escaped the fate of the other boys, but at 
least his humiliation was a private one.  Having pinned him to
the bench, Marci began to gently massage his groin area with her
thigh.  She didn't actually understand what she was doing, or why
Pete began to groan in a low, guttural voice; she only did it
because she had seen one of the older girls doing it and it
seemed to compound the boy's embarrassment.  

After awhile, Marci felt sleepy and actually dozed off, just as
Missy had with Eric.  But, just like Missy, even asleep she kept
Pete inescapably pinned to the bench.  Every time he resisted she
simply countered his moves by using pure instinct.  Sometimes her
counter moves were awkward, but her superior strength was
sufficient to hold him fast nonetheless.

Marci was awakened by a voice asking, "Having a good time?"  She
opened her eyes and realized it was Missy, the girl who had set
the incidents of that afternoon in motion.
"Where's Roy?" Marci asked, "don't tell me he got away from you."
"Of course not!" Missy replied, "but I have to get home so I gave
him over to Cindy after she told me Gary wasn't really much of a
challenge.  She's got both of them on the mat in headlocks, and I
think she'll keep 'em there until Christmas!!!  Well, see ya
around!!!" 

"Goodbye", Marci called as Missy departed.  She placed her head
back down on Pete's chest and soon was again dozing lightly as
the boy pinned beneath her continued his futile struggling.


     ********************  Epilogue  ***********************


About two blocks from home Missy encountered MaryAnn and Darlene. 
The three girls talked excitedly amongst themselves about their
experiences that day and of plans for tomorrow, taking great
pleasure in the various descriptions of boys rendered powerless
by girls half their size or smaller.

When they entered the house the TV was on and a video was playing
in the VCR.  The three girls' eyes widened as they approached the
set, for the video was showing a roomful of women and girls
out-wrestling, out-muscling, and otherwise dominating men and
boys.

"Look at this Missy!!" MaryAnn exclaimed, "but who's watching it,
and where did it come from?"
"I can't guess", Missy replied.  Both girls knew their parents
were out for the evening, so the only person home would be Eric,
but why would he want to watch something like this?

Their question was answered as they rounded the couch in front of
the TV.  Eric was there alright, but he wasn't alone.  He was
sitting on the floor in front of the couch, struggling without
success to free himself from the smooth, firm, tanned legs
wrapped around his arms and locked together at the ankles behind
his back.  Missy looked up and then smiled in recognition.  It
was Jodi, the cheerleader who had left the gym so abruptly.    

"Hi, Missy", she said in a sultry voice, "I've been attracted to
your brother Eric for quite a long time, but I rushed right over
here after you told us in the gym about how you'd indoctrinated
him into the new way of things.  I hope you don't mind that I
brought my younger sister along."

Sitting next to Jodi on the couch was another girl with light
brown hair and a deep tan.  In one hand she held a slice of
pizza; her other arm was wrapped firmly around the neck of an 
older, muscular boy in a delivery uniform.  He was grunting and
straining without success, just like Eric, to escape the headlock
she was effortlessly holding him in.

"Hi", she said, "my name's Tawni, I'm 14, and I'd like to welcome
you girls to a whole new age of male-female relationships!  I'd
introduce you to my "date" but I didn't bring one, this is just
the guy who delivered the pizza - I don't know his name, but he's
kinda cute so I decided to "hang on" to him!" she giggled,
"That's the one good thing about guys - you can just grab the
nearest one, none of them are a serious challenge in terms of
physical strength."

Tawni explained that the video tapes were hers and how she had
recorded them at a variety of parties and picnics.  "I just wish
I could have followed the three of you around today", she sighed,
"sounds like I missed out on some great footage!!"   


"There's always tomorrow!!" Missy said with a smile, "but right
now, MaryAnn, Darlene and I are each going to order ourselves a
pizza!!!"

The three girls did, and within a half hour three more pizza
delivery men had joined the living room group.  The girls talked,
laughed, plotted, and ate pizza late into the night, making
elaborate plans for the days and weeks to come.  They discussed
places to go and situations to create and explore as they
gleefully watched their male captives expend enormous amounts of
energy and strength in fruitless attempts to escape.

Whenever one girl needed to make a "pit stop", she merely handed
her trophy over to someone else for "safe-keeping".  At one
point, Jodi and Tawni went out to buy more soda, 
leaving their "dates" with Missy.  The little 10 year-old
powerhouse had no problem at all; she simply held brother Eric
and Tawni's pizza-boy both in tight headlocks and wrapped her 
strong little legs around the waist of her own captive.  Darlene
and MaryAnn were both lying on their stomachs on the backs of
their pizza-boys, both of whom were held in tight, absolutely
inescapable full-nelsons.

The girls, however, actually had no idea how far the message had
already spread!!  Each of the other cheerleaders from the gym was
holding a similar "party" at each of their own homes; and the
local Boy Scout meeting was disrupted when a group of Girl Scouts
invaded and demonstrated how they could easily "tie the boys up
in knots without ropes".  When the adult male scout leaders tried
to intervene, the adult female leaders followed the girls'
example and soon the men needed more help than the boys did!!

The tide had come in, carrying the new nature of things with it,
and there was no turning it back or away!!  Even the girls
Darlene and MaryAnn had visited were currently holding 
their own "celebrations" and further spreading the word to their
sisters everywhere on this special day, REVELATION DAY!!!!     

                                                                  
                               The End