Too Tough For The Boys. 
By Hardie
A muscular boy is beaten up by a shapely little girl, then the rest of the boys in the gym team are destroyed by their female counterparts.


This story is meant to be read by adults only.

(I thank Janet for the idea of having several narrators tell the same story
from different perspectives. See her story 'Match Of The Day' in Diana's
Library.)

..........................

It was my second big mistake. I wasn't prepared to be as ruthless as she was.
Not at first anyway, and by the time I wanted to get hold of the girl and
pound her into the ground it was too late! All my strength had gone. I could
do nothing to stop her as this petite, demure little girl beat me to a pulp!

It was my first big mistake that started it, though. I mean, there's no way
I'm a racist or anything. I was provoked. It just slipped out, and she sure
made me regret it!

We were in the gym. Four of us at first. Me and three girls. We were early. We
were going to rehearse our PE display for Prize-giving Day. Four boys and six
girls were in the team. Meanwhile, we had the ropes out and I was showing off
my muscles by climbing up using only my arms, like we boys did in our part of
the display.

I was well built for a sixteen year-old. Just over six feet tall, with wide
shoulders and a deep chest, good stomach muscles and powerful legs. I worked
on my upper body strength a lot. I played second row for the South West
Schools rugby team, and knew I was in line for a full Schoolboy International
cap the following year if I kept increasing my strength in line with my
increase in height.

I was strong, and it was a bit of a downer when I found Ashisha,, the Indian
girl, climbing up the rope next to me. Then, before I knew what was happening
she surged past me and reached the top.

The other two girls clapped. "She beat you, Morgan," said Lorna Fox, not the
most avid of my admirers! "I thought you said you were strong!" she scoffed.

My girl friend, Irene, was watching with a little smile on her lips. I'd been
worried about her for some time actually, ever since the Indian girl had
arrived in school a month ago. She and Ashisha had been hanging around each
other far too much for my liking, and I must confess I thought there was a bit
of lesbianism in there somewhere, or bisexuality or something, 'cause they
were really all over each other at times.

"Hey," I said cheerfully, hiding my chagrin. "Be fair, girls. I didn't know we
were having a race, did I!"

"Well, have a race then," said the obnoxious Lorna. "I bet Ashisha will beat
you at rope climbing any day!"

Well, I didn't really mind. I could haul myself up a rope with the best of
them. And I was sure I could out-climb a slender little girl! And it would
give me a chance to show off some more in front of Irene.

"OK Ashisha?" I asked. "First up to the top wins, right?" I didn't think she'd
really want to race. I mean, a girl against a boy? I was wrong.

"Well," she said, in that sexy sultry way some Indians speak. "That's not much
of a race. How about five times up and down? That should be a good test of
climbing skills, yes?"

If Irene was going to go lesbian, (shudder) then Ashisha was the one to go
lesbian with. She was a stunner to look at all right. Jet black hair, dusky
skin, her legs like velvet, and shaped! Smoothly curved to perfection! Gently
defined stomach muscles, pert little breasts. Yummy! I was dressed only in my
skimpy, white soccer shorts with y-front underpants underneath, and that was
all that was between a threatening erection and three potentially wide-eyed
girls!

The girls were in their PE gear - navy blue cotton, pelvis hugging briefs and
white tops which showed up the Indian girl's dark features to great advantage.
I mean, all three of them were lookers, even the horrible Lorna, but I must
say, Ashisha definitely had the edge. The exotic oriental look, I suppose.

The girls were all for it, so I shrugged and went along with it. Five times! I
didn't really know what that entailed. Us boys only ever shinned up once, then
we had to come down slowly, under control, all in unison. Then we did a
manoeuvre called a 'reverse' half way down. A really strong move which looked
good, but was hardly Olympic standard gymnastics! Ashisha and I got ready.

"Go!" said Lorna.

I was off like a shot, hauling myself up the rope with powerful heaves of my
muscular arms. I touched the top and swarmed down, making sure I didn't go too
fast and get rope burns. The girl was about four feet from the top going up
when I passed her going down!

I smiled. This was easy. I started up for the second time just as Ashisha hit
the floor beside me. She must have hammered down, I thought. Risky!

I touched first again, and came down a bit faster this time. Ashisha flew
down. I was gobsmacked as the lithe little girl caught me up and reached the
floor before me.

I put all I had into the next climb upwards, overtaking the girl about a yard
from the top, my muscles beginning to protest at the strain of hauling my
hunky, muscular body up to the ceiling once more.

This time I thought I descended really fast, but Ashisha touched down a good
second in front of me.

I started up again. My arms were really beginning to hurt now. I was putting
an enormous strain on muscles which simply weren't used to this type of
exercise. The girl began to draw away, and Lorna and my treacherous girl
friend Irene were cheering her on.

I was a couple of yards behind her as Ashisha touched the top. Desperately I
hauled myself up. The pain in my shoulders was acute. It was all I could do to
reach out and make the touch. I had to catch up. Ashisha was beating me.
Beating me in front of a couple of girls. I had to catch her.

I came down the rope far too fast, losing control, grabbing too tightly with
my hands to try to stop my rapid descent. I felt the burn. Then I hit the
ground, jarring my whole frame, scattering my wits a bit.

Ashisha had just started going up for the last time, climbing easily, her
tanned curvaceous legs taking her up with deceptive ease.

And I couldn't make it. I tried. God how I tried. My whole male ego thing was
working in there. I hauled myself up a painful, despairing yard, then another,
then there was nothing left. I clung to the rope with fiery hands, gasping
with fatigue, unable to go any further as my shoulder muscles gave in.

Ashisha swung gracefully down her rope and stopped beside me as I hung there
piteously.

"Too bad, Morgan," she said, smiling. "Too bad you lost. I guess that girls
are just better climbers than boys!"

"Hey, she beat you hollow, Morgan!" said a triumphant Lorna. "Look at him,
girls, the mighty Morgan, so exhausted! The strongest boy in the school, too
weak to beat a girl!" "Oh David, you've hurt your hands," said Irene,
sympathetically. "Here, let us help you down."

I was mortified. I made it down the rope and stood there in utter despair and
humiliation as the girls stood there with glowing eyes, Irene and Ashisha torn
between female triumphalism and sympathy for a loser.

Lorna had no such inhibitions. "Wow, she really took you Morgan. Fancy a
little girl beating you so easily. I thought you were supposed to be a big,
strong boy, and here you are beaten to bits by a girl! How does it feel being
beaten by a girl, Morgan?" She mocked

I snapped. "Yeah," I snarled. "Well she should be good at climbing! Look at
her. Straight out of the trees, a fucking jungle bunny!"

That was my first big mistake! The girls gasped.

Ashisha drew herself up to her full height of about five foot three, her hands
on her hips, her legs apart.. Her eyes flashed. "You'd better apologise for
that, right now, Morgan," she said, "or you and I are going to have another
contest - a contest where I beat the arrogance out of your stupid macho,
racist, male body! Now," she said, quite calmly. "I want an apology. Right
now!"

I should have apologised. I was actually totally ashamed of myself for saying
such a thing. But I was rattled, humiliated, ego bruised, in pain, not
thinking straight. And it was the way she challenged me. 'Apologise or else,'
was the way she was going, and no little sprig of a girl was going to get away
with that, especially as half a dozen others, some girls, some boys, had
arrived in the gym. How could I possibly back down to a girl in front of
everyone?

"Don't threaten me, girl," I mumbled. "Just leave it, right?"

"You're not going to apologise, are you Morgan?" said the girl softly, with a
sad sigh of fatalism in her voice. "Now I have to take you down!"

.....................

And she stepped forward and hit him right in the groin!

I was really bewildered. Everything was going wrong.

My big hunk of a boyfriend had accepted the rope climbing challenge when
anyone could see he hadn't a clue how to climb. Poor David, all he knew was
brute strength, trying to haul his bulk up and down with his arms, when all of
us girls knew you climbed with your legs! He had been absolutely fantastic
managing to climb up four times using only his awesome arm strength. We didn't
think he'd go further than three!

I mean, even I could have beaten him over five climbs. Any of us girls in the
gym display team could have beaten him, not just Ashisha who could climb,
well, like a monkey really! We knew how to climb! Our gym teacher had taught
us about using our legs and about some boys' muscles weighing a lot, and how
they couldn't climb far using their method of hauling themselves up by mostly
using their arms. That's why we set him up for the race. We thought it would
be a bit of a laugh to deflate David's ego a bit.

But, instead of accepting defeat gracefully, and taking Lorna's banter with a
pinch of salt, David had to go and make some macho thing out of it, as if rope
climbing was the most masculine activity in the whole wide world.

Of course Lorna didn't help things, teasing him like that. But that was Lorna.
She loved pulling boys' chains whenever she had the chance, and she
particularly liked winding up poor David, who didn't really know how to
respond at all, and always came off second best in their verbal exchanges.

Some sadistic part of me had revelled in the sight of my big, hunky,
half-naked boyfriend being humiliated in a physical challenge by a little
girl. Seeing a mighty, muscular male hanging on the rope in despairing defeat,
totally exhausted, while his female opponent stormed triumphantly to victory
without breaking too much of a sweat was very sexy actually. Well, I thought
it was, and it was me who was hot!

I could feel David's tension as Lorna teased him, and knew some kind of
explosion was coming. I should have stepped in then and told him of our set
up, but I was having too much sadistic fun watching his humiliation at the
hands of us girls, and I was too late. The explosion happened, and what he
said to Ashisha was, well, just awful.

I thought the girl was going to burst into tears, but instead, .instead, she
took a deep breath and squared up to David like a . like a girl warrior. Calm,
composed, deadly, just like us New Girls were supposed to be, brave,
confident, assertive....stupid!

She was actually challenging the biggest, strongest boy in the Year to a
fight. A slip of a girl facing up to a towering hunk of a boy.

'Please apologise, David. Please don't hit her!' I prayed to myself, yet I
didn't even try to intervene. I was filled with a strange excitement as I
watched the scenario develop.

Ashisha asked for an apology again, very calm, very composed. David mumbled
something I couldn't hear, then Ashisha said something about taking him down,
stepped forward and hit him with a really vicious punch - not a girly type
'handbag' hit, but a punch with all her weight behind it.

She told me afterwards that she was aiming for the boy's balls! As it was, she
missed his balls and caught him down in the gut area. David gasped with
surprise, and his hands went towards the injured area. Ashisha hit him in the
eye. Her little fist just flew out, and ..smack. and .smack. she hit him
again, and again, and my big, burly boyfriend didn't know what to do. He
looked totally flustered, trying to cover up, trying to stop the girl hitting
him.

"Do something!" I found myself shouting. "Don't just let her hit you!"

I certainly didn't mean him to hit her. I just felt he ought to grab her, wrap
her up in these big strong arms of his and stop her fighting.

Instead, the great lump hit out! Ashisha's lithe little body swayed to avoid
the punch, but I think it took her by surprise. David's big fist hit her on
the shoulder, spinning her round, sending her fragile female frame staggering
into the gym wall.

I think David could have ended the fight there and then if he'd been ruthless
enough. As it was he went to hit her again, then stopped, and just stood
there, embarrassed, a model of indecision, letting her recover.

.................

I stood there. I'd stopped myself just in time from felling Ashisha as she
slumped helplessly against the wall. It seemed such a cowardly thing to do to
hit a girl and I just couldn't bring myself to do it again.

That was my second big mistake. I gave the girl time to recover.

I was actually making a conciliatory move towards her when she flew at me.
Pushing herself off the wall with her leg she smacked a punch, or a
straight-finger jab or something, right into my throat. I couldn't breathe.
Her fists were smacking into me. I covered up, gasping for air, totally
befuddled by the barrage of punches.

Then she kicked me on the knee. My whole leg just collapsed and I was going
down when I brushed against one of the gym ropes and I instinctively grabbed
it. The rope stopped me from falling, but I was completely off balance and my
body swung sideways as I strained to stop the motion and regain my balance.

My shoulders were still severely weakened by the climbing contest and I didn't
manage it. Instead, I hung on the rope, with my legs trailing, feet scrabbling
along the floor as the rope swung one way then another, taking me with it.

I felt myself cannon into Ashisha as she tried to close in and hit me some
more, sending her flying as my legs tangled up with hers and two hundred
pounds of male bulk crashed into her slender female frame.

I stopped the rope swinging and pulled myself upright, gasping with the
effort, hands burning, my body hurting from the effects of the girl's assault.
I was furious. No bloody little girl was going to make a fool out of me! This
time I was out for nothing but complete victory.

"I'll bloody well kill for that, you little bitch!" I shouted at her as she
scrambled to her feet, and went towards her throwing punches as hard as my
aching arms allowed.

With a yelp of fear the girl scurried backwards, evading my blows as I tried
to close her down and smash her to defeat. The red mist was on me. This wasn't
a girl I was fighting, it was an enemy, an enemy who had to be destroyed!

I had to pull up a bit as my damaged knee sent a spasm of pain up my leg, and
I couldn't move as fast as I needed to. I couldn't pin the girl down. I must
have chased her half way round the gym, throwing great clubbing punches,
trying to smash the little bitch into the floor.

I began to tire rapidly as my rush of adrenaline dried up. I slowed down,
feeling my arms growing heavier by the minute. The girl began to take
liberties, letting me get close, then avoiding my swings and taunting me as
she did so.

"You're useless, Morgan." "You can't even hit me." "I'm going to give you such
a beating." "I'll take your shorts off you for a trophy when I beat you."

All sorts of stuff she came out with, driving me crazy with anger and
frustration. Stupidly I kept on trying to hit her, exhausting myself. My leg
hurt, my shoulders hurt and my arms were leaden.

Then she attacked again.

......................

At first I felt kind of sorry for David. He'd obviously restrained himself
from finishing Ashisha off, and I felt it was very unfair of her to take
advantage and hit him in the throat, then kick his knee.

But the way she, a little girl, had launched herself so courageously at the
massively built boy, had to be admired. She almost finished him then and
there, but David hung on to a rope and somehow knocked the Indian girl over.

After that, my big, muscular boyfriend was just unbelievably stupid. I totally
lost patience with him as he limped after Ashisha trying to knock her head off
with great lumbering swings of his massive arms. He had murder in his eyes and
mush in his brain!

We could all see that he was wasting his time, that the cunning little girl
was sucking the strength from his lovely male muscles with her evasive
tactics. He didn't hit her once! I watched with dismay as my big, strong,
handsome hunk of a boyfriend was outfought by a girl.

Lorna and the other girls were jumping up and down with excitement, screaming
encouragement at the girl fighter. And I joined in. It was a great sight. The
girl, nimble supple, pony tail dancing as she moved with feminine grace,
avoiding a great bull of a male opponent twice her size, and making him look
very silly as he flailed harmlessly at empty air.

A gorgeous little girl was fighting a big, beautifully muscled boy, and she
was running him ragged! Us spectators could scarcely believe it, but it looked
as if the girl was going to beat my big tough boyfriend! And I cheered her all
the way!

David was definitely slowing, almost wallowing, sucking great gasps of air
into his deep, barrel-like chest to try to fuel his powerful male muscles.

The boy was obviously tiring. The girl wasn't! She stopped retreating and went
into the attack with a cool fury which was stunning to watch.

They stood toe to toe, two magnificently built athletes, one male and one
female battling for supremacy. David, bare-chested, muscles rippling, dressed
only in his skimpy white football shorts, looking totally impregnable. And
Ashisha in her navy blue gym briefs and virginal white top, showing off her
soft, smooth skin and her shapely, developing female curves and looking
gorgeously feminine, fragile and very vulnerable1

But it was the fragile looking female who was gradually destroying the
impregnable male!

He began to go backwards! The petite girl fighter was making the mighty male
retreat as she slammed into him with her flashing, female fists. Back he went,
trying to cover up with his brawny arms, while the girl laced into him. Us
girls were cheering and yelling with excitement. The boys were dead quiet!

David backed up to the dangling ropes and brushed through them. Then, for some
reason known only to herself, Ashisha went ape. Literally! She threw herself
onto a rope. It was the one with the swivel top we used for making spinning
patterns as we climbed. And she spun right into David's massive bulk!

..........................

I thought I had him. It felt so good, beating up a great, big, tough boy.

I really thought I had no chance when I challenged him. He was so huge, all
male, beautifully muscled and gorgeously handsome. I fancied him really, but
he was Irene's boy friend and that was that. Only, I couldn't possibly let
anyone, boy or girl, get away with the terrible racist remarks he made about
me. I just had to get an apology or go down fighting!

Getting in the first hit was, I knew from my self-defence classes, very
important, and I tried to get his balls. I missed, but I managed to get in
several other punches before he hit back. I was surprised by the speed of his
punch. One minute he was doubled up in defence, the next moment his fist shot
out, hit me on the shoulder and sent me flying. I thought he'd finish me then
but he didn't. He just stood there and waited for me to attack him again.
Stupid!

I attacked him all right! And started to beat the shit out of him! Dodging his
punches, tiring him out, using my female guile to overcome his male strength,
taking the boy apart with my tiny fists.

I was winning easily. Me, a little girl was winning against a much bigger boy.
I'd beaten all the fight out of him. He could hardly lift his muscular arms,
let alone fight with them. He was at my mercy, backing away, covering up,
helpless as I picked my punches and drove my fists into the boy's hard,
muscular body.

One part of me was furious with him for being so stubborn and not giving in to
me when it was so obvious he was finished. He was forcing me to really hurt
him and I shouldn't have wanted to do that, but another part of me was
jubilant as I, a little girl, beat up a boy twice my size! And the heat in my
loins! What a buzz!

He backed through the ropes, and I had this idea. I would finish him in style!
What I meant to do was swing on the rope and smash my feet into his head! A
'jungle bunny' he'd called me! I'd show him jungle all right! Only I chose the
wrong rope!

Before I knew what was happening me and the rope spun round and round and I
crashed into David, and he grabbed me.

My head hit a bone, maybe his chest, or his arm. I don't know, but my head
swam for a moment. His powerfully muscled male arms wrapped themselves round
me, rope and all. One arm was squashing my body, the other was wrapped round
my neck and head. My feet kicked foolishly as he held me off the floor. I
squirmed in his powerful grasp but he was crushing the air from my lungs. I
was in trouble!

I remembered what Miss Simpson told us in our self-defence class at my other
school. 'If you can't get out of a hold, don't struggle. Just stay still until
your opponent tires, then strike!' I stayed still!

I could hear him say something, but his arm covered one ear, and my other ear
was crushed against his chest, so I didn't know what he said.

Then he let me go! And he stood back and stood with his feet astride and his
hands on his hips.

I could not believe my luck. How could anyone be so stupid! Quick as a feral
cat, I kicked him in the balls! Then, as he went down with a scream of agony,
I kicked him again, right in the throat, sending his huge bulk spinning over
onto his back, clutching his balls, gurgling for air.

I was on him in a flash, straddling his deep, drum like chest, holding him by
the hair and smacking my fist with cold deliberation again and again into the
beaten boy's unprotected face.

He was crying. I had him crying! The mighty, muscular, tough-guy Morgan was
crying, and begging! Begging me to stop hitting him! He was finished, at my
mercy, a boy emasculated, his spirit broken by a girl, and I loved it!

I stood up, held up my arms in victory and put my foot on the beaten boy's
massive chest. I was a girl warrior who had conquered a boy. I looked down at
my magnificently muscled male adversary and I was giddy with triumph! A girl
totally dominant over a big, powerful boy!

"Now I'm going to take off your shorts as my trophy!" I said, determined to
humiliate him. "Then I'm going to take you by the balls and make you shout out
an apology they'll hear all the way back in India!"

Then I realised there was dead silence in the gym. The girls had stopped
cheering. All I could hear were the searing sobs and cries of the beaten boy
lying at my feet. Something was wrong!

......................

I knew I was losing. The girl's punches were pouring into me from all angles,
and I was too exhausted to hit her back. All the fight had been sucked out of
me by the girl and all I could do was cover up as he forced me backwards.

My brain was in a whirl. I was being beaten up by a girl in front of my class
mates, and I couldn't do a thing about it. I was praying for her to stop
hitting me, praying that she'd tire herself out like I had, trying to think of
a way out the mess I'd got myself into and still she kept hitting me with her
fists.

I brushed through the ropes, going backwards, trying to keep her out,
defending desperately, when she did something really daft. She grabbed a rope,
went back a couple of paces and swung at me.

It must have been the swivel top rope she was on, because her neat little body
spun round and she crashed right into my chest. I grabbed her and hung on for
dear life. Anything to stop the girl hitting me!

At first she struggled, and I realised I had her wrapped up tight, helpless in
my arms! This was my way out. I had the upper hand. Now was my chance to avoid
an ignominious defeat at the hands of a little girl! I was being the
chivalrous male, magnanimous in victory!

"OK!" I said, directing my words at the girls who were watching, who'd gone
quiet when Ashisha sort of fell into my arms! "Enough's enough. I didn't mean
what I said, Ashisha, and I humbly apologise."

Then I let her down onto her feet and stood back expecting her to acknowledge
my apology.

Instead, she kicked me in the balls. The pain was awful! I started to scream
but she kicked me again, this time in the throat, and I was down. Ashisha was
on top of me, holding me by the hair, smashing her fist into my face. My arms
were trapped against my torso by the girl's smooth thighs. My groin was on
fire. I could hardly breathe. She kept on hitting me. I couldn't take any
more. I gave in, begging her to stop, crying like a baby, in shame and pain,
beaten up by a girl! It was so unfair. I'd apologised, and now she was
destroying me.

.......................

We were all stunned by the sheer savagery of Ashisha's assault on poor David.
We had heard the boy apologise and thought that would be the end of it. Then
the girl kicked him in the balls!

The effect was dramatic! David's whole massive frame just collapsed as he let
out a terrible scream and clutched his tortured testicles.

Then Ashisha kicked him again, right in the throat! And he was finished! The
girl had him down on the floor, straddling his chest, holding him by the hair
and pouring punches into the boy's unprotected face.

I was appalled! And I think everyone else was too. David could have finished
Ashisha off easily, but, instead, he'd apologised to her and let her go. My
hero, the age of chivalry was not dead!

Once again I should have done something; done something to stop Ashisha
smashing her fist into my poor boyfriend, but I just stood there, trembling
with excitement at seeing a lithe young girl hammering a boy to defeat.

Now she was standing over him, a female fighter posing in triumph over her
beaten male adversary, while he lay at her feet, sobs wracking his massive
frame, saying, "I g..give in! I g..give in ..sob. sob.Please don't hit
me..sob." and stuff like that.

It was so nauseating to hear, even though Ashisha had kicked him after he'd
stopped fighting, he could have taken his beating like a man, instead of like
a great wimp!

One minute we were angry at Ashisha kicking David after he'd apologised and
let her go, then we were totally scornful of the humiliating spectacle the boy
was making of himself. He was supposed to be so tough, yet here he was, crying
like a baby, begging for mercy and cringing at the feet of a little girl! A
hero no more!

Lorna summed it all up. "Awesome, girl!" she said in admiration, and we began
to applaud and congratulate our female champion.

"Take off his shorts!" said someone, and Ahisha bent over the stricken boy and
began to do just that.

"You can't do that!" said one of the boys, Ian Bentley, beginning to move
towards Ashisha. "Leave him alone! She beat him unfairly. He's had enough!"

Lorna was in front of him in a flash of tanned female limbs and bouncing pony
tail. "Belt up, Bentley," she said belligerently, "unless you want the same as
Morgan!" Ashisha's victory had made all us girls feel completely invulnerable!

It was so exciting. Lorna, all of five foot two, standing up to Bentley, who
was almost as big as David!

"Yeah, butt out!" said Sarah Green, her eyes gleaming. "Let's have his shorts
as well!"

And she jumped on Bentley's back and began to pull his hair like a demented
demon.

Lorna seized her opportunity and blasted her foot into Bentley's balls!
Another male scream rang out, as another boy went down.

Colin Campbell tried to help Bentley by attempting to pull Sarah off him, and
both he and Sarah landed on the floor in Bentley's wake, Campbell on top!

"Get off her!" screeched little Teresa Colville, and she started kicking
Campbell's ribs for all she was worth, sending him tumbling off Sarah,
desperate to get away from the furious feet of the girl who was attacking him.

It was total chaos! Lorna was on top of Bentley, emulating Ashisha by holding
his hair and punching his head! Mary Wilson was hauling at Bentley's shorts
and he was trying to hold them up and stop Lorna hitting him at the same time!

"Hit him in the balls!" yelled Lorna. "Get his balls!"

Mary stopped tugging the boy's shorts and began pounding away in the general
direction of Bentley's balls. She connected a couple of times, as screams of
male anguish testified, then Bentley was crying too and begging the girls to
stop.

Ashisha had taken off David's shorts and was dancing around with them,
laughing like a lunatic. She had stripped off poor David's underpants as well,
and David was curled up in a foetal position, sobbing away, trying to cover up
his genitals.

Sarah had joined Teresa in the game of kicking Campbell, then they both fell
on him. Teresa sat on the boy's chest and pinned his arms to the floor, while
Sarah hauled off his shorts and underpants until he lay naked on the floor,
yelling blue murder as Sarah caught hold of the boy's balls and twisted and
squeezed them, her teeth clenched with the effort as she savaged her helpless
male victim.

Simon Smith stood and watched in total bewilderment. He didn't know what to
do. He could see his fellow gymnastic team members being beaten up by us girls
and he did absolutely nothing.

I'm ashamed to say I just went for him! Me, a total pacifist, who, until that
day, had abhorred physical violence. But now..well, why should I miss all the
fun!

Smith tried to run when he realised I was going for him, but he was far too
late! Imagine, a mighty male running away from a slip of a girl! I tackled him
round the thighs and brought him crashing to the floor, where he lay winded,
gasping like a landed fish. Then I was all over him.

He was a lot bigger and a lot stronger than me normally, but on the floor he
wasn't!

I sat on top of him, feeling great to have a big, strong, half naked boy
helplessly pinned under my tight little bum, my thighs squeezing his ribs like
I was riding a horse!

I had one of his arms twisted up behind his back! Like all the boys in their
gym team he was well built, with very strong arms, and my hand only just
managed to hold enough of his wrist to get a grip, but once I'd forced his arm
up there, it was easy to hold it in position. With my other hand I pulled
Smith's head back by the hair, screeching at him like a frenetic harpy, "Give
in, you prick! Give in or I'll tear your arm off! Give in!"

I'd definitely lost it. My blood lust was up. Instead of the demure little
girl everyone knew and loved, I had become a vicious virago, exalting in
beating up a bigger, stronger opponent - a boy!

"Aaah, aaah," he yelled as I wrenched the boy's arm higher and higher.

I was loving the sensation of power I had over the boy. "You'd better give in,
sonny boy," I purred. "Here I come again!" and Iwrenched his arm up as hard as
I could!"

He was crying! "You're break. aaaah ! Stop! .sob.Stop! I give in! Please.sob.I
give in!"

I gave him one more wrench, which made him really screech, then I got up and
stood over him.

"On your back, Smith!" I ordered. "Get on your back!"

I stood over him as he obeyed, my legs apart, breasts heaving, totally
dominant as I marvelled at my easy victory over this big, muscular male.

"Take off your shorts!" I ordered, "or do you want me to do it for you?"

Trembling with shame and fear, fighting back tears, the boy, fumbling, one arm
almost useless, took off his shorts and lay naked at my feet! Then, as he lay
looking pathetically up at me standing aggressively over him, his cock rose
before my astonished eyes into a towering hard-on!

I'd beaten up a boy and forced him to obey me! And, by the state of his
rampant cock, he liked it!

"FREEZE!"

Miss Winton had arrived! We all froze! Miss walked round, taking in the scene
of mass male destruction! It had been a battle of the sexes and the girls had
won in a breeze! No contest really:- Girls 4 - Boys nil!

David was lying on his side, curled up, sobbing away. Ashisha stood over him
with his shorts held aloft like a captured banner!

Teresa was sitting on Campbell's head while Sarah had a handful of his balls!
She stopped squeezing, so that now the boy was merely moaning!

Lorna was sitting on Bentley's chest, trying to look as though she wasn't
really going to punch his face, while Mary had his shorts down round his
ankles! And I was standing on top of a naked throbbing- cocked Smith, blushing
furiously, waiting for retribution.

"Right then," said Miss Winton, taking a deep breath and showing amazing
composure under the circumstances! "First of all , Mr. Saxton can't get here
this evening, so the boys' practice is cancelled."

"Secondly," she continued. There was the shadow of a smile on her face, and a
gleam in her eyes and she was very definitely beginning to look a bit flushed
with, well, excitement! Seeing us girls with the beaten boys lying naked at
our mercy had to have some effect!

"I hope you've all enjoyed your bit of horseplay," she said. "Now I'm going to
change into my track- suit for the girls' practice, and I'll be ten minutes.
By then I'll expect all the boys to be gone and you girls to be ready ..for
gymnastics!" And we realised she was turning a blind eye to our destruction of
the boys and letting us get away with it! A triumph for feminism!

"Oh, and Irene," she said, delving into the hold-all she was carrying, "you
may find a use for this." And she handed me a camera! "I intend going to take
some snaps of the gym display, so leave me a few exposures on the end of the
film, right?"

......................

I was a mass of pain as I lay moaning on the ground. I thought Miss Winton
would save me from further humiliation at the hands of my female conqueror,
then heard Miss Winton saying she'd be gone for ten minutes and was terrified
of what Ashisha would do to me next.

I opened my eyes and looked up through my tears to see Ashisha standing over
me holding my shorts aloft as a trophy of victory.

She was magnificent! Legs astride, her navy cotton briefs moulding her pelvis,
her barely defined stomach muscles topped by firm breasts straining against
her taut, white top. Black, almond eyes gleamed with triumph from her dusky,
elfin face framed by her jet black hair.

And I felt something else besides fear. I felt resigned to my defeat! I felt
that I wanted to be lying at the feet of this gorgeous girl, my spirit broken,
my body beaten, my whole ego subjugated by the power and beauty of a girl!

My cock rose into an enormous erection!

The girls didn't hit us any more, except for the occasional cuff. They knew we
were totally cowed. Four of the biggest, strongest boys in the school cowed by
half a dozen lithe little girls who had beaten us into submission.

All of us boys had erections by now as the girls teased our balls until our
cocks rose to their satisfaction. Then, giggling amongst themselves, and
barking orders at us boys, they made us take up demeaning positions while they
posed in triumph over our naked, male bodies.

It was utterly humiliating , but it seemed so natural for me, a big, burly,
naked boy to be bossed around by sexy girls. I couldn't obey them quickly
enough!

And when Ashisha held my balls as she posed pertly between myself and Bentley,
I knew she could make me do anything she wanted. I had been emasculated and
subjugated by a girl!

........................

The photographs came out really well. Most of them showed one of our lissom,
nubile girls, looking gorgeous in her navy gym briefs and white top, standing
with her foot on the neck or the chest of a beaten, muscular, naked boy, with
her arms raised in triumph at the female conquest of the male!

But the best one was of Ashisha, her petite form dwarfed by David on one side
of her and Bentley on the other. She is standing proudly, with a 'Mona Lisa'
smile on her face, her firm little breasts swelling under the fabric of her
white top, with her legs slightly apart, showing to full advantage her slender
waist and beautifully curved thighs.

The boys had been made to pull themselves up to their full height and spread
their legs, with their hands clasped behind their backs, showing off their
magnificently muscled, naked, male bodies to full advantage.

There is a strained look on their faces, and their muscles are bulging with
tension, because the girl's hands are cupping their balls! It is a wonderful
photograph of two large, powerful males being forced to submit to a slip of a
girl. AND both of their cocks are as hard as the Eddystone lighthouse!

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