Uncle Turns 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Even man comes to a point where he must turn!


Uncle Turns

Owen knew that it had been a mistake, that he shouldn't have come here today,
but he couldn't help it, couldn't help himself. But after all, 'she' had told
him to come here today, so he had no choice. Owen wasn't here, in this house,
to see his Brother Guy who's home it was. He wasn't even her to see his
Brother's wife, Julia, the woman until recently he'd been having an affair
with. An affair that his Brother, Julia's husband knew nothing about, ... ...
Even though he did have this nagging feeling that 'something' just wasn't
quite right!

No, Owen was here at his Brother's house, even though both his Brother and his
Sister-in-Law Julia were both out. He was here not to see either of them but
he was here to see Nikki, his Niece! She was the girl that had this 'hold' on
him, the girl that had found out by accident that her Uncle was having an
affair with her Mother. The girl who already had a bit of a mischievous
streak, but now armed with this information she had a more devious twist to
her!

Nikki had, at first started to blackmail her Uncle, after all Guy wouldn't
take too kindly to finding out from his Daughter that his own Brother was
having an affair with his wife, would he? It had all begun quite harmlessly,
there was shoes to buy for the girl, concert tickets that were far too
expensive for Nikki to buy, that her Uncle now provided, that sort of thing.
But then things started to change, there was a slap here and there, when Uncle
couldn't get what she wanted in the right size or colour. A slap turned into a
hit, a strike, a fist, a knee and twist and turn and a throw to the ground of
the man by his now dominate Niece. And now Owen was under Nikki's control!

But as his Niece took control Uncle Owen let her, he was taken over by her in
a way that he couldn't understand or get over. He tried to escape from her,
but that was never going to work, the more he was around her the more she
overpowered him, physically by beating him, hurting him. But also, mentally by
making him want to be near, close to her, to make him come back for more. No
matter what she did to him, no matter how she hurt him, messed with him mind,
destroyed his body she made him crawl back to her every time. Owen knew he
couldn't do anything to stop her, not that he really wanted to. (Reader may
wish to read the previous stories about Niece Nikki - Say Uncle, Man from
Uncle, Uncle's Choice, The Trouble with Uncle, Uncle's Torment, Uncle's
Duties, Uncle See, Uncle Do, Audience with Uncle & Smoke Break)

But even so Owen knew that he 'had to do something', he couldn't go on like
this, go on being controlled, being blackmailed and being manipulated. Being
made fun of and of course, being beaten by his Niece and doing nothing about
it but going back for more. But what could he do, even if he wanted to what
could he do? How could he clear his head, get his Niece Nikki out of his
thought, how could he turn this all around?

Right at this moment, turning things around was the furthest from his mind as
there were other things that had his full attention now. At this particular
moment the man defiantly had other things to concentrate on, as he was now on
his knees on the floor of his Brother's living room. Nikki had called, told
her Uncle to come around now as her parents were out and he was to bring his
latest gift for her. She already told him what to get her, more tickets to see
her favourite band, and they had better be good tickets, the expensive ones
with the best view of the stage and the group, or else!

So, when he came around to the house and there was his Niece, Nikki waiting
for him, he wondered, hoped they were the tickets she wanted. They were very
good tickets, expensive ones. As the girl opened the envelope he'd handed over
and as she examined them, he prayed he'd got it right, WHACK! The ticket where
good ones, her Uncle had done well with these, but that was no reason for the
girl to be any different to him, was it?

She'd already put him down onto his knees after he'd nervously come to her,
reached out and handed over the envelope with the tickets inside. Tickets for
Nikki and her friends to go out and enjoy themselves. As she took the envelope
with one hand and brough her other hand, her clenched fist around and struck
him at the same time, she giggled, just a bit. As if to say 'Come on Uncle,
you should have known that was going to happen!'

And he should have, he knew what she was like after all. He could have kicked
himself for being caught out so easy, but he'd need not worry about that, she
was bound to do it for him at some point! The blow had dropped him down, only
her first blow and already he was down on his knees, knelt there, nursing his
sore jaw. Now he could only watch as she ripped open the envelope and dragged
the tickets out to examined them. He looked up at her, up at her face to see
if there was any sign of a smile or even a grin, anything to say she was
'pleased with what he'd brough her!'

In that moment as Nikki examined the tickets, front and back, as if making
sure they were genuine, he took in the sight of his Niece. Nikki was the
schoolgirl from hell, well that was one way of describing her, and in some
ways, it was quite accurate. She was a young girl, and small, a bit on the
shorter side and still at school, she was a girl who'd not yet fully blossomed
into a young lady. She stood there still dressed in her school uniform, as her
Uncle had seen her dressed this way so many times. In fact, the man could
hardly remember what she looked like in anything else than that uniform of
hers.

The uniform was always the same, a pair of sensible black and shiny school
shoes, then there were her short white socks. Owen's eyes moved up her bare
legs to her firm, sturdy thighs. Strong, thighs that the man knew all too
well, as she liked to give him a feel of her flesh, her body by throwing those
thighs into his face. Something she'd done time and time again, to her poor
Uncle! There was a bit of her thighs on show as her grey pleated skirt was
somewhat on the short side, not quite up to the school's dress code standard,
but something she always seemed to get away with!

Moving past those legs, those thighs that had caused him some uncomfortable
pain in the past, but still being struck by her bare thighs did have its own
kind of strange 'excitement' to it. Pass these and Nikki wore her white school
blouse, were the top buttons where never fully done all the way up. And of
course, there was her school tie, and as always, she had one of those
'fashionable' large knots. A knot that also hung down nice and low and rested
on her chest. Over all this she wore her school blazer and, on most occasions,
she would have her hands in the blazer's pockets. As this was where the girl
kept her packet of cigarettes, her lighter and a supply of lollipops that the
girl liked to suck on.

So, of course the girl was a smoker, this was one of his Niece horrible
habits, and her Uncle detested the smell, and taste of those fowl cigarette
things. He hatted them and Nikki knew this so to smoke while he was in her
presence always added to his discomfort and when she blew smoke into Uncle
Owen's face! Well watching the 'big man' screw his face up, cough, splutter
and be able to do nothing about it, well of course she liked that too.

The girl maybe shouldn't smoke, maybe she was a bit young for that as she was
still waiting to blossom. To develop out of the plain girl she currently was,
Nikki hadn't inherited all of her Mothers good looks, well not so far, she
hadn't. And to be frank, right now she was just quite a plain looking girl.
There seemed to be nothing about her so far that would make anyone look twice
at her, but they did. Even though she was a plain, small and there was
seemingly nothing special about her, but somehow Nikki managed to draw in,
entice, captivate and control men like her Uncle, very easily and totally!

Not obviously good looking, but not exactly ugly either, but still she had
this 'look' about her, with her thin lips, that dark hair that was plaited and
tied in pigtails. And with those simple, almost boring looking thin rimmed
round glasses, she still had this 'look.' You could stare at her and she'd be
all young and innocent and then in the blink of an eye, she'd look older,
slightly mischievous. Then in another blink she'd look all of these, all at
the same time. But that was Nikki, with her strange alluring look, the girl
who hadn't quite grown up, the tomboy schoolgirl with the rebellious look and
the girl with that sometimes, 'butter wouldn't melt in her mouth', look. But
of course, it would.

Yes, all of this, and some more, that was Owen's Niece Nikki, and the girl who
now stood in front of him as he knelt there on the floor after being struck
and dropped down by her. With those tickets in one hand she took a step closer
to her kneeling Uncle, which of course made him nervous. But was she pleased
with those ticked he'd managed to get her; Owen did hope so? As he knew it
would be better for him if she was pleased, much, much better for him!

Nikki got close, very close, within arm's reach of her Uncle, who was now very
nervous. All he could do was look up into the girl's plain face, the girls in
that uniform with her plaited long pigtails hanging down. That strange feeling
came over him again and was stronger now as she was so close to him. It was
that feeling that there was 'something' abut this girl, his Niece that he just
couldn't get over. She had control of him, he knew it but there was nothing he
could do about, or was there?

Nikki looked down at her Uncle, she could see that look on his face, in his
eyes, a look she knew all too well, a look of fear and of adoring. And of
course, she liked that look in a man, in her Uncle. Her arm and hand moved out
toward him, Owen again flinched nervously at this, which pleased the Niece.
That unmistakable anxious shudder from the man, but he needn't worry, just
yet, as Nikki's hand was open her fingers spread out. Her hand came to rest on
top of her Uncle's head and then her fingers, gently moved through his hair as
if she was the owner who was softly stroking their faithful pet.

As Owen felt Nikki's fingers gently move through his hair, and gave a sigh of
relief as if he felt he was being given some kind of a reward for doing good!
'Obviously Nikki liked the tickets he'd got and ... ... ' ARRRRHHHHH! That
moment of enjoyment was short lived, as in a split second after the Niece
started 'stroking' her Uncle, her fingers and hand gripped and twisted his
hair. The Niece now had a firm grip on her knelt Uncle, her hand twisted, his
head was turned slightly and, THUD! OOOUUUHHH!

As Nikki had lured her Uncle into a false sense of security, she'd made her
move, twisting and turning, not only Uncle Owen's head but also her body. Her
short grey pleated skirt had flow upwards and her firm, sturdy thigh, the one
that Owen knew only too well, once more was slammed into the side of his face.
The blow was hard and delivered fast, Owen had had his eye's half closed and
was enjoying the feel of her fingers in his hair when he, for some reason, he
just knew something was wrong. His eyes open and there was Nikki's sturdy
thigh heading his way, and then it hit him, and hit him hard.

As she struck it seemed as if all those questions about the 'horror' of his
situation once more raced around and ran riot, inside his head, yet again!
'How do I get out this situation?' 'Do I want to get out of all of this?'
'What can I do?' And then suddenly as the blow sent him falling down to the
floor...... 'what if I....?' THUD! The strike sent Owen tumbling down to the
floor hurt and frustrated with himself that once more his Niece had so easily
manipulated him. But at the same time, he had a thought about all this and
what he could do to ... ... , WHACK!

But those thoughts would have to wait right now, even though Nikki was very
pleased with the tickets and the seats that her Uncle had got, she wasn't
going to tell him just how delighted she was with these. No, she'd beat him so
he would do even better 'next' time she wanted something, it was just her way
with her Uncle. It worked so why change it?

It was later, a couple of day later after the man had got through another of
his normal beatings, from his young Niece that Owen's 'thought' came back to
him. That thought he'd had as he been struck by her firm thigh, that thought
he'd had as Nikki's shoe had drove so hard into his ribs. The same thought
he'd had when she dragged him up off the floor of the living room then so
skillfully, pulled him up and over her. The schoolgirl tossing the man over
her hip and dropping him back down to the floor.

The same thought as she carried on beating him all evening almost until the
moment just before her parents had got back home. Then making him crawl hurt
and in so much pain out through the rear door. Out there where he waited in
the rain until it was all quiet before he could drag himself down the side of
the house, and out into the street. All so he wasn't seen and could get away
from his Niece house, and away from her, quietly sneaking away. But being the
girl, she was, Nikki watched from her bedroom window. It always pleased her to
see her Uncle struggle, to creep away undetected by her parents, after one of
their 'sessions!' Yes, it amused the young girl a lot.

So, with another beating over and Owen nervous, jumpy every time his phone
rang or he received a message, in case it was her. And days after all of this,
the man's thoughts where still playing their own little game with him! 'If he
couldn't pull himself away from Nikki, and he had tried, why can't he defend
himself against her?' After all her beatings of him where getting harder and
harder, especially when the Niece invited her friends like Jess and now Sammie
to also come along to enjoy one of their 'session!' But if he could defend
himself against Nikki, maybe it wouldn't be too bad, maybe if he could turn
things around a bit, more in his favor? Maybe it was time for the Uncle to
turn?

But when it came to Nikki, it wasn't just her Uncle who was under her
influence, her control, and yes of course she did control him. But there might
well be one or two others under Nikki's spell! In fact, there was indeed two
other men, at this moment that the schoolgirl had a 'certain' influence over.
Both these men where teachers at her school and once each of them had seen the
girl, that plain looking girl, the one you would have thought no one would
have taken a second glance at. But maybe that was the point, maybe it was that
'second glance' that then captivated each man. But whatever it was there were
indeed others that Nikki had a hold on, so to speak.

These where Simon a relatively new teacher to the school and also Mark an even
newer supply teacher. Owen had seen what Nikki, and her friends, had already
done to Simon recently. And the Uncle had been somewhat jealous that there was
another man that his Niece had an eye for. It did mean, that at least Uncle
Owen wasn't getting hurt, getting beat up, so maybe that was one good thing.
But also, it looked like Nikki obviously enjoyed beating and controlling other
men, not just him, but somehow Owen just didn't like that part! But even so
the Niece did make sure that her Uncle didn't miss out on his own beating from
her. Well she couldn't leave him out, after all there was something special
about Uncle Owen and Nikki did had a soft spot for him!

After all Owen was, at the moment, the man who could take the better beating,
and take it well, well enough to be ready to come back for more when she
wanted him back. Her other two men, the other two who'd also fell under her
spell, they were good but they weren't Uncle! Simon and Mark each took their
beatings, but not as well as Owen, that's why he was her favorite!

Of course, Owen knew about Simon, he'd seen his Niece with him, watched her
control another man. And Owen had also found out that his Niece had been
'interested' in another of her teachers, Mark. There had been a few 'odd' men
here and there that Nikki had played with, beat and then tossed away. But it
was when she went back to a man to beat him all over again and then again,
that's what worried Owen. Other men she made come back to her, when it should
have just been him coming back to her, even if it was to beat him again!

The fact that Nikki had more than just one man to beat was quite obvious to
her Uncle as during some of their 'play sessions' Nikki would say things such
as 'Simon doesn't take his beatings as well as you Uncle' or 'Mark's good,
but not a good as you Uncle.' Which in some way for Owen was good, it did
mean that he was her 'favourite!' Even if that meant he was her favourite to
overpower and beat up as often as she liked, but some might think that was a
good thing!

But in other ways it showed that Nikki had 'other's' she could control and
dolomite in her own unique way! And there was some good and bad to this
situation, but again it also played with Owen's mind and the situation he was
currently in with this girl. But at least it meant he had a rest during
beatings, depending on what mood his Niece was in of course. Having some
others did mean Owen was left alone, got recovery time. But it did mean she
was also with someone else!

But all this also played on the minds of the other two men, Simon and Mark,
they obviously knew about each other and they knew that Nikki also had her
favourite Uncle she 'played' with! Comments to Simon like 'Uncle doesn't give
up so easily!' Or to Mark 'you're not quiet the man that Uncle is, are you!'
This defiantly told the two men they had 'competition' from 'Uncle!'

But even these other men were also having some thoughts about, why were they
putting up with all this. Well they all knew 'why', Nikki was quite a girl.
But did they really have to put up with all the beatings, being made to be her
... ... well slave or even serf might not be the totally correct word. But
none of the men could really think of anything better to described probably
how Nikki thought about the men she had under her control.

On one particular day it seemed that all three of Nikki's men were thinking
the same thing, it was what they always thought, 'how do I get out of this
situation?' and 'do I want to get out of this situation?' Mark was heading off
to the staffroom, it was raining outside so he didn't feel like sneaking off
to the 'secret smoking area.' A place where a group of certain students and
teachers, which of course included Nikki, gathered to enjoy ... ... ! Well
they enjoyed the fact they had a place they could all go to for a cigarette'
and maybe something else. A secret place in the confines of this non-smoking,
and all correct school.

But the rain had put him off so he was going to the staffroom for a coffee
instead. That's when he walked past his mentor's classroom, Mr Copper. A
seasoned teacher with his own methods and style in the classroom. The door to
his room was slightly a jar and as he was about to knock and go inside a noise
caught Mark's ears and he decide to peek through the gap there instead. And
lucky he did, as there was Mr Copper and he wasn't alone in his classroom.

There with Mr Copper were a couple of the other members of the schools secret
smoking group. The redhead schoolgirls Mel and the black schoolgirl Coral. Now
Coral wasn't a smoker, but she went to the secret smoking area for another
reason. And right now, both girls were enjoying that same reason. Mr Copper
was stood there his cock out and the two girls knelt down on either side of it
and enjoying it. Tongues and mouths where at work as the girls played their
own little game of 'who going to get that mouthful today!' A game the girls
really did enjoy playing, and Coral was determined that today she was going to
get the most out of this 'lesson' with their teacher!

And as Marks watched he thought to himself, 'why can't I have friends like
that, why can't Nikki be more friendly to me?' and 'why can't things turn
around in my favour for a change?' That's when he had a bit of an idea! He
left his mentor and the girls to it, 'next time he should really lock the
door!' And having an idea about Nikki meant there was only one person he could
talk to, Simon. The other teacher here who was also under her spell, and so it
began.

Later that day, after school had finished and the teacher's, including Simon
and Mark should all be on their way home. After work was over for Owen and
he'd done his last visit of the day to asses another building and it potential
to be sold or refurbished. And when he should be on his way home too ... ... !
But these three men now found themselves not heading 'home' tonight and as
Nikki hadn't called or text any of them with her 'instructions.' They were
free to do something, try something different, something new, something that
might turn their lives around!

It was a bit of a shock to all three men as they seemed to arrive at the same
place all around the same time. Mark and Simon had talked at school and
although they hadn't arranged anything, they both knew the other was looking
at doing something! As for Owen he and Simon recognised each other and it all
seemed to fall into place. The three of them where here at one of The City's
many fitness centres all for the same reason. But this place had something
else here and that was why the three men had come to the West Side City
Fitness & Martial Arts Centre!

As the centre was close to the school, it also meant that it was close to
where they all lived, and so made it idea. A fitness centre where they could
all then learn some martial arts. Learn how to defend themselves at first and,
maybe, they could then ... ... ! Well none of them wouldn't say it out loud
but, that would be going too far. But they all hoped that learning a few
skills, getting a bit fitter, and it would help them when it came to Nikki,
and her friends of course! Well that was the plan, even if the men didn't
really talk to each other about this or about Nikki. But they all knew, that
this was a kind of a turning point, at time where they had taken that step to
'fighting' back so to speak. And so, the three men started their fitness and
martial arts classes!

The men signed themselves up to a crash course here at the centre, with the
instructor Kurt who said he could get them all into shape and teach them how
to look after themselves, against anyone! That was good the hear, that was
very a very good thing for each of these men to hear. The classes took place
every other day, and went on week after week. There were two parts to a
session, one in the gym, to build up their strength and stamina. Then through
the set of doors, that divided the two parts of the building and into the
dojo, as the instructor Kurt liked to call it.

Of course, some of the times there would be one of them that had to miss a
class, mostly Owen. As a call or text from Nikki had been received and a
dutiful Uncle or teacher had to go and get his beating. The men were in no
position just yet to turn around and say 'No!' None of them had built up the
courage yet to say this to Nikki, that was going to be a bridge they would
have to cross at some point, but no one was thinking about that just now.

So, the training and the learning, the building of bodies and tolls of sweat
went on for a few more weeks. As these weeks went by the three men kind of
grew in confidence, they learnt how to fall correctly, even though they'd all
had plenty of experience of that, thanks to Nikki and her girls. And when they
all got presented by Kurt with their brand new martial arts trousers and
jackets, their set of crisp white gi's, there were smiles all around. Even
when the men tied those white belts around them and felt all so good about
themselves, there was no hiding their delight. These men had turned a corner
in their oppression to Nikki's cruel treatment of them.

Yes, the men's confidence was growing, but even so there were still subject to
the whims of Nikki, her calls and text messages that summoned them to her. Her
demands for tickets, shoes and other such trinkets still made Owen's wallet
lighter, and brought pain when he delivered them. As, no matter how good,
stylish, lavish or expensive the tribute he brough her, she would obviously
show her disapproval of his offering. Then at school, she'd walk into Simon or
Mark's classroom, and the fear was still there. As she swept into their rooms
to delivery her own verdict on their 'teaching ability', or was that just her
judgement on their overall 'ability' at being a man!  

But even so things where looking, good, the men were quite, yes quite sure of
that. They'd even formed a 'sort of' friendship, there was even a joke or two
about 'her', and how Nikki, would be shocked when the men said 'No!' and they
stood up to her! But that all still deepened on when these men actually did
'turn' and take back some control from the dominant schoolgirl! But maybe that
decision, the decision of 'when' had been taken out of their hands!

It had been a week or so later, after they had made their little 'joke', when
their confidence had grown a little bit more, their fitness in the gym had
improved, slightly. And their skills in the dojo were just about to be
noticed, maybe! It was one evening that following week when all three men were
free, as no one had received that fearful call or terrifying text from the
girl. So, as the men enjoyed a quiet easy workout in the gym as they planned
to really go to town on the martial arts side tonight. They all changed into
their smart white gi's and stepping through those doors and into the dojo area
of the club. Ready to be greeted by Kurt and ready for their next
lesson....... But!

As soon as the three more confident men walked through into the dojo area,
they knew something was different, something was wrong! For Owen this was
immediate as it was the smell that he noticed first. There is was again the
smell of cigarettes, here indoors and in a fitness and martial arts centre,
'no this was wrong!' The smell of a cigarette sent a shiver down Owen's back
as all he could think of was Nikki! But she wasn't there, there was something
else there, or should that be someone else there that all three men noticed.
There was a girl stood there in the centre of the dojo room, stood there
almost as if she was waiting for these men to come through that door!

This girl was sort of already known to two of the men, both Simon and Mark
recognized her as one of their students, the girl who was stood there. Her
name was Grace, and she was a girl who was the same age as Nikki and her
friends. A girl who'd only recently joined the school, having moved to the
local area only a month ago or so. But she'd not made any sudden impact when
joining the school, like some new students do. Maybe this was because she was
quite a plain looking girl!

She was dressed in her school uniform, which of course all three men
recognised straight away. But there were a few differences, as if the girl was
making an attempt to make this her and her alone look. Instead of the normal
school shoes there was a pair of pink and black trainers, and going up she had
on a pair of long red socks that went up to her knees. Grace was a black girl
and the short grey skirt she wore showed off her firm, robust dark upper legs
above those socks.

It was surprising how 'some' girls from this school seemed to away with
wearing a skirt that obviously didn't meet the school's dress regulations.
Above the skirt was of course the normal white blouse, and almost as if this
girl was following a trend, there were the top buttons all undone. The school
tie with that large knot was hanging down low and there was a bit too much on
show, if you know what I mean?

Over all this was that school blazer only this looked quite a bit of a mess,
the breast pocket was ripped and half hanging off. On the opposite side there
was a rip where her sleeve met her shoulders pads, the stitching and threads
clearly just hanging there and not repaired. Plus, the ends of the sleeves of
the blazer were turned over, just the once. As if this girl didn't like the
feel of the sleeve ends against her hands and wrists! On top of all this was
the girls head, her face and hair. The black girl like a few other girls these
men already knew had a plain look about her, there was nothing special about
her face, apart from her eyes! Dark and piercing in a strange, weird and cold
way, eyes that sent a shudder down your spine as they seemed to look straight
through you!

All of this was finished off with bright red lips and nails, she'd gone a bit
over board with that very bright, gloss red colour. And last of all, was her
hair, big, bold, dark and in an afro style that did make her look that bit
taller than she probably really was. So, this was Grace, a girl from the same
school as Simon and Mark and as the men took this all in, they all thought the
same thing 'why is she here?' followed by 'does she know ... ... ?' And just
then, BANG! "Hello boys!"

Over to the side of the dojo room, in the wall there was a door there. A door
that had opened and then slammed shut. The sound of it banging close made each
of the men jump, which pleased Nikki a lot. Owen, Mark and Simon all quickly
turned towards the sound and there, as they had all feared was stood Nikki!

The schoolgirl grinned, 'now that wasn't good' and now Nikki strolled over to
where Grace was standing, in the middle of the room. At the same time the
young black schoolgirl started to move away, as if making room for Nikki's
arrival. The troublesome Nikki stopped there and now explain that Grace here
was Nikki's new friend, 'this wasn't sounding good at all!' Plus, Grace had
heard that Nikki had her own little group of men that she had 'fun' with. And
that Grace wanted to know more about his! 'Defiantly not good at all!'

In fact, this was all bad, the men knew that and then when Nikki said, "but
instead of telling Grace here all about you boy's and what we get up to. I
thought I'd show her what we get up to!" Somehow all that earlier confidence
the men seemed to have, suddenly left them, 'but there was three of them and
there was only Nikki here so, maybe ... ... !', BANG!

But before the men could do anything, even have their next thought there was
the sound of the doors behind them opening and closing. As if 'someone else'
had entered the dojo room, WHACK! CRACK! THUD! OOOOHHH! UUOOWWW! ARRRRHHHH!

Each man felt a sharp, hard blow to their bodies, to the backs of their legs,
their spines, even the back of their heads. A very quick secession of strikes,
hits, blows to the rear of each man, all ending in shock and pain. Making each
of them shudder, wobble and tremble as Nikki's friends Jess and Sammie came in
and took the men by surprise. But really, they should have expected something
like this. The poor men had been out thought, yet again!

As the two girls struck from behind, Nikki, never a girl to be left out of
anything sprung forwards. These men wanted to get themselves fit, learn how to
defend themselves and they wanted to turn things around, well here was their
chance! There was a flurry of fists, knees and shoes, all directed into the
soft bodies on the men, the girls struck hard and fast and the three males in
their nice white gi's where well and truly on the receiving end.

Sammie the small blond plain looking girl who'd had once been like Grace,
stood back and just watching, was now taking her part in the beatings of these
men. The girl was already on Owen, after he'd initially been struck by Jess's
knee in the bottom on his spine, making him shudder violently. Now the blond
girl reached over grabbed onto the Uncle. Twisted her arms sharply and
spinning the man around so, even though he was on wobbly legs, he was now
facing her, and THUD! UUHHFFF!

Sammie shot her arm out, her hand flat and fingers pointing straight forwards.
She drove her hand, fingers sharply into Owen's throat. Her jutting hand
striking the man's windpipe, a blow that although it hurt, it was more about
the shock element it had. A blow to his throat and immediately poor Owen
thought he was going to stop breathing and that scared the hell out of him.
Sammie liked the terrified look on his face, to scare a man like this gave her
a sense of great satisfaction. And now she wondered just how much more she
could scare him!

She then reached out, her hands went around his already hurting throat and the
smaller girl quickly over powered the man, with that scared look in his eyes
and forced him down onto his knees. A schoolgirl overpowering the taller,
bigger man, putting him down onto his knees before her as she throttled him,
this was fun. And all the time she was looking deep into his pitiful and
scared face, into his eyes that just showed how terrified he was as she
strangled him.

Next to all this was Simon who was also in deep trouble but this time at the
hands of the messy girl Jess, the one with the short red hair that she used to
cut herself and it looked like it. Well she did have a bit of an unkempt
appearance about her, and right now those freckles that sometimes appeared
across her plain face and cute nose were fully there in view, almost
throbbing, as she was enjoying herself. But Simon hadn't noticed these, he was
too busy being hit and being afraid of the redhaired girl to notice anything
else but his own fear.

He'd already been hit hard by Sammie as her fist had gone up and struck him in
the back of his head when she'd come through those doors. Sending an electric
pain through his brain and stunning him. Then when he'd managed to steady
himself and open his eye after that strike there was the sigh of Jess coming
at him, 'Shit!' CRACK! Indeed, Simon had seen the redhead Jess come at him,
but he hadn't seen her leg that was coming from the side. Swivelling around
too fast for him to see, but he felt it as her foot, her shoe was driven hard
into the side of his head. A vicious blow that took this man down onto one
knee and sent his head bursting with more hurt and pain. Simon's body shook,
he was stunned by what had just happened and now unable to do anything as Jess
came for him again.

She was far too fast for him, reaching out grabbing hold of his spinning, hurt
head and as she got hold, WHACK! Her keen went driving forward and into his
face, another vicious attack and a strike that sent Simon flying backwards.
Dropping him onto him back on the dojo floor and now allowing Jess to take a
step forward. She, swing her leg, back, then very fast forwards and drove her
foot into his groin as he lay there, CRUNCH! ARRRHHHH!  

That just left Mark and of course he now had Nikki who was coming for him!
He'd already taken a double blow from the two other girls as they came
crashing through those doors when they entered the dojo. Two sharp blows, two
schoolgirl shoes sent into the back of his legs had already dropped this one
down onto his knees, which is just where Nikki liked her men to be. Mark's
face screwed up in pan as he went down onto his knees and then a horrible
thought went through his mind, 'shit, got to see where she is!' As he opened
his eye, there was Nikki stood there straight in front on him, looking down
at him through those round plain glasses of hers. With her long dark plaited
pigtails hanging down, and Mark thought to himself, 'she really does
look......' WHACK!

Before that thought could go any further Nikki brought the back of her hand
hard across this one's face. The blows sent a dreadful throbbing pain all
through his head. Making him wobble and almost topple over. But Nikki grabbed
onto Mark, gripping him by his hair and held him there, she wasn't finished
with this teacher yet! Then holding him there and still up on his knees the
man saw a flash as she twisted her body and, WHACK! He probably, should have
known what was coming next, as the girl twisted her body, lifted her leg and
drove her sturdy thigh into the side of Mark's face. It obviously wasn't just
her Uncle who got to enjoy this delight then!

The blow was hard, it drove Mark's head around, his body followed and was
dropped down to the dojo floor, Nikki was right 'he wasn't quiet the man that
Uncle was', but he did have potential, so she liked that! But now Nikki's shoe
came into play, CRACK! She swung her leg his way catching her new teacher jaws
with her shiny shoe, sending him rolling over the floor and into the knelt
Owen still being straggled by Sammie. At this point she stopped throttling
him and also used her foot, shoe to strike her man, in his crouch and so send
him also to the floor next to his 'friend!' Not to left out Jess put her foot
into Simon again, so encouraging him across the floor, so he was the last to
join this heap of hurt men there all together on the ground.

All the time and Nikki's new friend Grace was stood just off to the side
watching all this very intensely. And now she started to move in closer as if
she wanted to join in!

Just at the moment the doors to the dojo opened up again and in walked Kurt,
the instructor, ready to take the men's next lesson. He stopped, his jaw
dropped at the sight before him, a group of girls, schoolgirls stood around
his three students all on the floor looking as if they've just been attacked!
"What the hell's going on here?"

The three girls stopped what they were doing and they all looked over to this
new man, that had interrupted things! Nikki casually put her hands in her
blazer pockets, pulled out her cigarettes and lighter and lit one. Kurt still
stood there watching this, in some kind of shook at seeing all of it. Then he
pulled himself out of his stupor of disbelief, he was now angry, 'some little
girl smoking in his dojo!' The man was fuming and ignoring Jess and Sammie who
seemed to step out of the way he made for that little dark haired girl. The
one with glasses, plaited pigtails, a plain looking face and the one stood
there smoking!

As Kurt got to where Nikki was stood smoking at the same time Jess and Sammie
had positioned themselves around him. Someone looking on might even think
these girls had now surrounded the man! Kurt started to bellow at Nikki, but
the girl somehow didn't seem interested. She did turn her head and look up at
him, at the same time blowing out smoking in his direction. Which by his
coughing and spluttering he didn't like one little bit!

He could see that the girl wasn't listen to him, which made him livid! 'How
dare she!' Kurt's arm, hand went to reach out and grab onto the girl's
shoulder, when, WHACK! CRACK! OOOWWWHHH! From behind him Jess and Sammie, the
girls he'd almost ignored lashed out. Hard kicks, went into the back of his
legs, the rear of his knee caps, taking the instructor by surprise and
dropping him down onto his knees! It seemed these girls liked a man to be on
his knees around them! Then, WHACK! UUUUHHHHH!

As Kurt dropped, Nikki's twisted her body. Raised her leg and brough her foot
and shoe around and slammed it hard into side of Kurt's face. The blow made
the man shake and then, SMACK! THUD! WALLOP! The three girls all lashed out,
at the now hurt and knelt Kurt. The girl's fist, knees, feet and shoes, and of
course thighs went pounding, driving, slamming into the man who's so rudely
interrupted the girls a moment ago, 'it was now his turn to be taught a
lesson!'

As this was all going on just a few feet away were the three men, Owen, Simon
and Mark. Just lying there and seemingly, for now, forgotten about as the
girls were a bit 'busy' with something else! Owen still had some strength left
and knew this was going to be his only chance to escape. If he got away,
great, there was still Simon and Mark here for the girls to beat up, allowing
him time to get out of here in one piece. He'd already put aside all thoughts
of turning himself and all this around, standing up to Nikki he knew would
never happen. Right now, all he wanted to do was get away, Owen didn't like
the odd of all three girls against him, and that scenario was bound to happen!

Owen was only thinking of himself; it was time to get out of here. He started
to crawl slowly at first, he didn't want any sudden moment to be noticed by
any of the girls. As he pulled himself a couple of feet along the floor, THUD!
OOUUHH! A pink and black training shoe came down hard and into the middle of
Owen's back, 'Shit!' Shocked as he'd almost forgotten about 'someone', Owen's
head turned and now he was looking up at the black schoolgirl, Grace. "You're
not going, anywhere are you?" Her words seemed to strike a little bit of
terror into him.

She grinned, smirked, down at him, then, "not before we've been properly
introduced, Nikki said you were just the man I should start with!" Grace took
her trainer off of Owen's back, then she reached down, took hold of the man
and, WHACK!

It now looked as if the new girl Grace had joined Nikki's little, but growing
group of friends, a group that just love to play their own special games with
a few select men, and what games they played. Why would any man won't to turn
things around and stop playing games like these? SMACK ... ... !