(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 she 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!