Cassie's Last Straw
by DTM
College gymnastics Head Coach gets taught a valuable lesson on how NOT to treat his team of beautiful young girls


"Great job Stacy, nice landing!  Youre next Tina, lets see what you can do!"
yelled out University of Florida's girls gymnastics Assistant Coach, Roger
Richardson.  Practicing as always with his young team of aspiring female
gymnasts, preparing for the Regional Championships the end of this coming
month.  "Great job Tina, beautiful form! OK Cass, youre next, lets see what
you got!"

Cassie Strand was captain of this years team, and one of the best young
gymnasts to come out of this region in a very long time.  In her time there at
U of F she helped her team win many different championship titles, and was
hoping to help bring home another trophy for her team and her school. 

At 5"7" and 155 lbs, she was quite big to still be competing in gymnastics at
such a high level, but her expertise in the field, and her incredible
flexibility and strength, more than compensated for her larger than average
sized frame.  A beautiful young girl of 20, Cassie was truly on her way to
prepare for the next Olympic tryouts, something she failed to do 2 years
earlier due to a very serious car accident she was in.  Though Doctors never
thought shed do more than walk and move like a normal girl again, she proved
them all wrong and was now one of the most popular young gymnasts in the
country.

"Lets go Cass, show us what you can do" continued yelling out Roger.  Cassie
looked over to her supportive coach, and smiled.  She then spent the next few
minutes executing a Perfect-10 floor routine, her favorite event.  She loved
the slow, graceful movements.  The ways she could display her power and
flexibility.  The way she could represent her feelings and emotions in dance
and acrobatics.  She concluded her routine with a double back flip, feet
landing perfectly together, arms outstretched high, a wide smile across her
young girlish face. 

Roger and the rest of her supporting teammates clapped and cheered at what
they had just seen.  Her team was always standing by their captain, even the
older members, trusting in her skills, judgement and leadership abilities. 
The fact that she overcame such adversity after her car accident and became
the amazingly talented athlete that she was only served to inspire them more
and more.

Cassie then bounced off the mats and made her way over to her Assistant Coach,
threw her arms and legs around him, as they gave one another a huge
congratulatory hug.  Rogers wind was quickly taken from him as Cassies excited
embrace began squeezing him more than he thought his own athletically trained
body could stand.  Cassie, realizing she might be squeezing her coach alittle
too hard, quickly released him, which caused much needed air to return to
Rogers empty lungs.

"Sorry Coach Richardson, I was just so excited I......"

"Think.....(huff).....think nothing of it, Cass.  You did a great job on that
routine there, you deserve to be excited......even at the cost of some of my
ribs.  Hahaha" Roger teased his star player, holding his ribs as he did.

"Ha, yeah, you better hope I dont do as well at the Regionals, Coach.  They
might have to carry you out of there on a stretcher.  Hahaha"

Roger always got along great with his team of young gymnasts.  Only 27
himself, he had been very heavy into gymnastics since he was a young boy. 
Though due to a bad knee injury he sustained in college, he was forced to take
a less active/more advisory position these days.  He especially got along
great with Cassie, who he always held such high respect for.  Seeing
her defeat an injury and return better than before, something he himself had
failed to do many years ago, inspired himself as much as the rest of her
team. 

"OK Girls, now listen up......."

"Coach Richardson" interrupted a much lower and older sounding mans voice,
coming from the back of the room.  Returning to the schools gymnasium was Head
Coach, Tony Dunn.  "May I have a word with you?" he called out to Roger, who
excused himself from his team and made his way over to his superior. 

Unlike Roger, the team never liked their Head Coach very much.  Always there
with a critizing remark and never an encouraging one, he specialized in
breaking down these impressionable young girls rather than working to build
them up.  Thinking it was his job to weed out the weak with such tactics. 
There was even talk around the locker room after certain practices of how
uncomfortable some of the girls felt with his leering looks and corrective
touchings, even to the point of some of them quitting the team because of
them. 

"What do you think hes talking about" Karen turned slightly and asked her team
captian.

"I dont know...." Cassie replied, ".....but whatever its about, from the look
on Coach Richardsons face, it doesnt look good"

"Yeah.  I wish Coach Dunn would just quit already and let Coach Richardson
take over.  What is he, like 90 already?"

"Hahaha.......hes only in his low 40s, I think.......grumpy as a 90 year old,
Ill give you that" Cassie jokingly added, causing both girls to start giggling
with one another.

"Quiet!  QUIET!!" Yelled back Coach Dunn as he finished with Roger, who was
now storming his way out of the gymnasium.  Tony then strode back towards his
awaiting team, a scowled look across his bitter face.  "This team is
disgraceful.  You girls are bouncing around on these mats like a bunch of 4th
graders at school recess!  Im not going to ruin my name and my reputation by
bringing this team to the Regionals unless I see a vast improvement in ALL of
you!" he scolded.

"But....but Coach Richardson said we were doing......." spoke out one of the
other young girls.

"Coach Richardson is too soft on you girls.  He lets you get away with less
than perfection, and even rewards such performances, something I assure you
will stop right now.  Starting tomorrow we are all going to be practicing an
extra hour each day, and a half hour more in the gym with weights, as well. 
You girls are all looking way too soft!"

"Soft??" Cassie thought angrily to herself, as her fists clenched, causing her
already incredibly hard body to become even more so.  Softness was not
something anyone in their right mind would ever use to describe this team of
amazing young athletes, either mentally or physcially.  Gymasts are known for
their exceptional strength, flexibility and hard muscular bodies, and this
team was definately no exception.  Most of them being stronger than their
boyfriends, even ones that dated Seniors on the football and wrestling teams. 
"Coach Dunn, dont you think youre being alittle hard here?  I mean, weve all
been working very hard and for you to just come in and........"

"Just come in?  This is MY team Ms. Team Captain, not yours.  You will do as I
say, or you will find yourself bouncing your way off my team!  Is that clear?"

"............Yes, Coach Dunn" Cassie reluctantly replied.  Starting a battle
of wills right here in front of her teammates would only serve to confuse and
demoralize them all, and she knew that was something they definately didnt
need so close to their big event.

"Now, you all hit the showers, and I want to see every one of you back here at
6am for morning practice" Tony barked out his orders, as his team slowly made
their way off the mats and to their gyms showers.  "Not you Cassie......I want
to have a word with you"

"Yes Coach Dunn?" Cassie asked, as all of her other teammates made their way
out, closing the locker doors behind them.

"Cassie, I dont EVER want you to disrespect or question my demands again,
especially not in front of the team.  Youre their captain, they look up to
you, and what this team doesnt need is confusion as to who is running it.  Im
in charge Cassie, not you!!  I dont care how popular you are or famous youll
become, while youre on this team, youll do what I fucking say!!" Tony barked
out.

"Yeah.......right....." she begrudgingly replied.

"Now get your ass back on the mats, that floor routine was sloppy as all Hell,
I dont give a shit what Coach Richardson thinks!" he continued giving his star
player orders, as he led her by her arm back to the spacious gyms floor mats. 
"Get down here and give me a backwards bridge stretch!  Your strength and
flexibility need alot of work, young lady!"

Cassie reluctantly complied, and got into the position requested by her
coach.  With an amazing amount of power and flexibility, she arched her body
backwards, balancing herself on just her hands and feet.  Her physique
exploded in hardness at this intense position, but being the expert she was
she held it with relative ease.

"Good" Tony spoke out, "Very good" he continued, a more lecherous voice
erupted from his mouth this time.  He then bent himself low, becoming level
with Cassies overstretched body, moving closer to her as he did.  "You see,
you are capable of power and strength moves Cassie, you just need to apply
yourself more" he continued, moving his hands over the back of her body,
underneath her incredibly difficult stance. 

Cassie often felt her trainers hands over her body as she practiced her
various gymnastic moves and holds.  Corrective touches and feels that helped
her learn, improve and become the best overall athlete she could be.  But
these touches, bouncing all around her back, shoulders, and legs, she
growingly began to feel very uncomfortable now.  Tony then began to feel her
firm rounded butt, tight and hard from being in this position, gropping and
kneading it as he did.......this was more than Cassie was willing to stand
for.

"What the Hell are you doing???" She yelled out, flipping her body over
itself, back into a standing position. 

"What is the meaning of this?!?!" he yelled back, grabbing her around both of
her biceps as he did.  "When youre in this gym, youre MINE!!" Tony continued,
roughly shaking Cassie back and forth.  His 6' 200 lb build must have appeared
quite intimidating to most any other girl he had done this too, and from
Cassie remembering such stories in the past, especially from most of the girls
that left the team, she knew now more than ever that they were based on 100%
truth.

"Get your Goddamn hands off me!!" she angrily spoke out at him,
easily bursting out from this larger mans hold.  So easily in fact that it
brought a look of surprise across Tonys grumbled face.

"Why you little bitch!!" he growled, hauling his right hand back and slapping
Cassie across her beautiful young face.  She then dropped to one knee, holding
her face gently, a look of utter shock now across her own face. 

"Oh...no...you...didnt" she furiously made out through gritted teeth, as she
stood back up to face her abusive coach.  Her face as red from anger as it was
from the smack Tony had just given her.  Her body, dressed TIGHTLY in her
usual white and orange gymnastics uniform, seemed now to pulse and pump harder
and thicker.  Her massive ripped thighs became even more so, as her covered
upper body expanded and grew with such solid shapes and curves.  It actually
caused Tony to take a step back in awe of this mighty young girl before him.

"Are you out of your FUCKING MIND!!" she yelled back, sounds of her partially
tearing outfit echoing around the gym.  Tearing as her bodies muscles grew
harder and thicker, filling with rage enhanced power and strength.  "Do you
have any idea how badly Im going to hurt you now!!"

"Now.....now Cassie.....Uh.....Ms. Strand, lets just....."

"No no.  Youve said your piece, you chose violence........now its my turn to
reply in kind" Cassie growled, as she reformed the her long blonde locks into
a ponytail.  She then tackled her coach like professional football player
would a Quarterback, carrying him nearly 20 feet in her arms as she then
SLAMMED him to the ground with a loud THUD.  "I, and the rest of this team,
have put up with ENOUGH of your abusive bullshit!  You think just because you
have this great rep, that you can treat us like your slaves?" she spoke out,
placing her foot on his throat, flexing and pumping her hard muscular legs as
she did.  "Ive put men in the hospital for doing what you just did to me, you
bastard!!  And now, it looks like, its YOUR turn for a nice long stay"

In all the years of his training female gymnasts, he never once saw one that
looked as pumped and hard as Cassie did right now.  A closet female muscle
admirer, he knew this position would allow him nearly limitless opportunities
to leer and grope such athletic young women, with an absolute perfect excuse
if they should ever complain.  And none of them ever did, for fear of having
him as an enemy, threatening their very gymastic careers if they ever spoke of
his clumbsy advances.  Everything was working perfectly........until now.

Cassie effortlessly hoisted her soon to be ex-coach to his feet, wobbly as
they were, quickly wrapping both of her tight muscular arms around his body,
and just SQUEEZED.  His breath completely exhausted the second she began
crushing him, all he could do was moan and groan at the immense pain she was
causing him.  Constricting his torso with her arms, crushing them against her
firm hard chest, there was nothing he could do but cry and whimper with all
the remaining air he had. 

"Still think were too weak??  Still think we need that extra half hour working
with weights to get stronger.......(Crush).......and
harder......(Squeeze).......and more muscular!!!" Cassie harshly spoke in his
now blue face.  She then twisted his body around, holding him effortlessly
cross her right shoulder, and slammed him into the ground with yet another
powerful THUD.

"Do you have any idea how strong the girls on this team are?  Do you have any
idea what any of them could do to you without half trying?  Sure you do.  You
probably even get off on them, I know" she continued, crushing his balls with
the heel of her foot as she did.  "But theyre professionals, and they follow
your orders because youre Head Coach, no matter how much of an ASS you are! 
Well........used to be Head Coach anyway"

Cassie then straddled his body, and positioned him in a tight knee-tearing
grapevine hold.  Being as strong, shapely and attractive as she was, she more
than experimented with such erotic wrestling holds over the years with her
boyfriends.  She knew how to make them soft and gentle, how to make them
sensual and erotic, and most importantly, knew how to make them PAINFUL and
CRUSHING!

"AARRGGGHHH!!" was all Tony could spout out, as Cassie was in the process of
splitting both of his kneecaps off from the rest of his body.  Her vast
strength and flexibility made it almost too easy to mangle this older mans
form.  He was like a plaything to her now.  His strength, even at full, was
nothing next to her own athletically trained body, something he now knew all
too well.  Her hard muscles, fueled stronger than ever by anger, were bending
and twisting Tonys body to its breaking point.

"Tracy once told me you tried feeling her breasts.  Well howd you like to get
a feel of MINE!" she growled yet again, now wrapping her arms around the back
of his head, shoving his face inside her tight firm chest.  His body was
totally at the mercy of this teenage powerhouse, mercy she has decided to show
very little of at this time.  Flexing her tight body to its limits, she
stretched and crushed Tonys inferior physique like it was made of putty.  "How
do they feel......Errrrrggghhhh.......TELL ME!!!"

But Tony was far from able to reply.  His body completely wrapped tight within
solid female muscles.  A situation he had fantasized about for more years than
these girls have been alive......yet now, he wished he could be anywhere but.

"No no, Im not done with you yet" Cassie continued, feeling her ex-coach get
limper and weaker each passing second.  "You still have a lesson to be learned
here, and we dont stop til I say so!  This is MY gym now!!"

With the ease of moving around a pillow, Cassie maneuvered Tony's body across
the room, over the mats, and towards the Rings hanging from the high gymnasium
ceiling. Now the Rings wasnt an event for the girls team, it was strictly a
male oriented routine. It takes an incredible amount of upper body strength
and coordination to be able to handle these with even the most minor chance of
success. This was one of the many things that attracted Cassie to them.

Never one to admit that a man could do something a woman couldn't, especially
physically, she had been practicing on the Rings for some time now, something
that definitely helped building and shaping her already incredible upper body.

"There you go......just about there should do it" she spoke out to herself,
positioning Tony just where she wanted him.....directly under the hanging
Rings. "Move from here, and Ill beat you so bad you wont stop crying for a
week" she threatened.

She then strode her way out behind Tony, about 20 feet away, planted both feet
solidly on the ground, raised her arms high above her head, and RAN. With the
grace and agility of the expert gymnast that she was, she bolted towards her
ex-coach and the Rings, flinging herself up perfectly, grabbing both rings
with her tight firm hands, and wrapping her flaring hard thighs around Tonys
neck.

"Still think these are soft??" Cassie teased as she began flexing her legs
even further, making them harder and stronger than before. Cassie hung there
from the Rings, her mighty arms supporting her body with ease, her thighs
wrapped tight around her again suffocating victims neck. 'Still think we're
all WEAK?" she angrily added, now pushing up with her arms, lifting her and
the entrapped Tony higher and higher in the air.

Out of sheer panic Tony began wiggling and moving his feet back and forth in a
vain effort to free himself, but Cassies tight thigh hold was way too much for
him. Like before, his efforts began to weaken, and she knew all too well what
was coming next. But no, she would not have him miss what she had planned
next.

She then began swinging both of their bodies back and forth, using the high
hanging Rings as a tremendous swing-set to fling Tonys body across the gym
towards yet another of her favorite events, the Horse. As expected, his body
flew through the air and landed with a CRASH right where Cassie had planned.
Pumping her muscles full and thick, she completed a devastatingly difficult
Iron Cross, and did a double flip landing, perfectly planting her feet and
raising her hands high as she did.

"Youre never going to coach a girls team ever again, you perverted bastard!!"
she growled, as she made her way over to where his crumpled form lie. With all
the strength he had, Tony managed to use the Horse as a crutch and stand up
under his own power. He knew he had to get out of here, before this crazy
bitch did even more damage to him. With all the strength he had, just
as Cassie stood directly over him, he launched his fist at her as fast and
powerful as his body could, hoping to knock her down, even for just a few
seconds, allowing him time to escape.........unfortunately it didn't happen
just as he planned.

THUD!!

His hand literally cracked against her rippled rock-hard stomach. A look of
utter shock and pain crossed Tonys face, just as a beautifully wide smile
crept across her own.

"Hahahaha......for someone that appears to leer and gawk at us all day long
during practices, you really have no idea how truly hard these bodies are, do
you? See these?" she taunted, moving her index finger across her tight fitting
uniform, tracing each and every cut and striation of her abdominals. "Don't
you see this six-pack? Don't you have any idea how HARD and STRONG the bodies
of your "Soft, Weak" little girl team are? HA, my boyfriend hits me harder
than you for fun. If we had more time together, Id give you a few more shots
at these babies. Unfortunately I have to meet Kathy at the mall soon, so were
going to have to put an end to all this fun for now" Cassie continued, as she
positioned his body across the Horse, his butt high in the air, and began
roughly tearing his pants off. "Ive had some of your shots,........so now,
youre going to see feel some of mine!!"

Effortlessly vaulting herself up onto a sitting position on the Horse, she
began smacking and beating his red ripened butt with a fury and passion that
surprised even her. He dared to smack her across the face. Dared to bully and
intimidate her to get what he wanted, to prove his point, that men are
stronger and they should rule. A point that Tony was going to remember Cassie
dis-proving for the rest of his life.

His cries and screams of pain were heard all over the gymnasium floor, but
Cassie wouldn't stop. She held his body there and continued to beat his ass
until every inch of it was black-and-blue.

"What...what the Hell is going on out here??" cried out Traceys youthful
voice, as she re-entered the gym from the girls' locker room. "Cassie, is that
Coach Dunn??"

"Yep" she answered, finally stopping her destructive onslaught on Tonys near
bleeding butt. "Ill tell you all about it after my shower, Cassie made out,
flipping off the Horse, landing perfectly as always. She then proceeded over
towards where Tonys head hung limp and near lifeless. Tears of pain stained
its once gruff exterior. Grabbing him by his chin, she harshly turned his face
up and whispered, "First thing tomorrow morning, youre going to meet with the
Dean and quit, understand? Youre going to get Coach Richardson re-instated now
as Head Coach of the girls gymnastics team, and then youre going to come back
here one last time and apologize to us all for all the shit weve had to put up
with you. And if you fail, on even one of those tasks....." she growled in his
face, crushing his chin in her grip, "......Im going to KILL you!!"

Dribbles of urine now ran down the Horses seat onto the mats below. A girlish
chuckle erupted from Cassies lips as she carefully neatened up her ultra tight
and sweaty gymnasts uniform and bounced on over towards her friends, more and
more of them having made their ways out of the locker room.

"Give me 10, Kat, and Ill be all dolled up for our trip to the mall"

"But....."

"Shhhhhh, Ill explain it all on the way, Trust me. I think I just solved our
coaching problem. Hee hee hee. Watch him for me til I get back, will ya?"

"Sure thing, Cass" another pretty young gymnast replied, as Cassie girlishly
skipped her way into the showers, ponytail bobbing, a beautiful smile across
her face. "Oh, well watch him alright"

One of the last things Tony Dunn could remember that night, after pitifully
trying to clean the urine stains from his underwear and legs, was being
surrounded by 15 angry, young and beautiful powerhouse
gymnasts..............ouch.