Dominated by a teenaged ATC Judo girl
by Jimp
Jim finds himself outmatched by a young girl


by Jimp

(c)Jim P 2018

There was too much to do in my long-running quest but secret women?s
organisations and the greedy scheming of the Global Elite doesn?t pay the
bills. I was contacted by a local residents alliance, protesting against
planned massive development of high-density housing on greenfield sites. The
scale was staggering, destroying much of our countryside to create massive
urban sprawl. Owners of an impacted estate agreed to fund my time to find out
why local politicians refused to listen to their concerns.

A few days later I went with them to a mockingly called public consultation at
the council?s head offices. Built for an eye-watering amount of local
tax-payer?s money these were located on a high-security military air-base
miles from the nearest settlement. Only authorised vehicles were allowed which
excluded those of the public. With nowhere to park nearby and buses that did
not run during the evenings, there had been accusations of blocking local
democracy. A foot and cycle-path was hastily constructed but unlit and several
miles from the nearest town. So it was that I had to park with the others an
hour in advance for the walk there, remembering to bring a torch for the walk
back. The ?consultation? was a farce with the media barred. I?m surprised they
let me in as a few years ago when they were known as the most corrupt council
in the land, I exposed several of them in a slave import business. At the
meeting our town councillors didn?t even bother to turn up. The remainder who
lived well away from the proposed developments acted like they were the great
and the good knowing what was best for the common folk they were meant to
represent. The head of the chamber lectured the public gallery as if we were
naughty children who had no right to be there, warning us to keep quiet unless
invited to speak or be forcible ejected by the Military Police. Despite a
planned 30 minutes for the residents to make their case, they were only given
3 minutes during which they were rudely ignored by councillors and planning
officers playing with mobile phones or laptops. A cry of outrage was met with
mass violent eviction by the Military Police and destruction of phones used to
film the event. Outside, I met up with the local media who were outraged and
vowed to report this. The next morning I took a call from a BBC reporter
regretfully informing me that the ?powers that be? had killed the story. A
similar tale came from the local papers.

Determined not to let this drop, I phoned the local councillors to ask them
why they could not be bothered to turn up to represent our interests. Those
who didn?t put the phone down told me to make an appointment with their office
which went straight to voicemail with no return call. I decided to pay a
personal visit to the head of the chamber. Councillor Bill Jakes lived in a
large mansion in a small rural village where normal people couldn?t afford to
buy a house let alone rural workers. Councillors volunteer their time with
expenses paid, however there have been long-running scandals over expense
claims and being paid handsomely to use their positions of power for the
benefit of big business. Unsurprisingly the village was untouched by the
monstrous plans. Large ornate railings and an automated gate surrounded the
property, but a departing delivery van gave me enough time to duck inside.

Alarm bells rang in my head when the front door was opened by a scrawny old
Indian woman dressed in rags who spoke little English. She made a feeble
attempt to stop me entering but couldn?t stop me. I entered the waiting room
while she went off in a huff to find her master. He soon appeared, an elderly
arrogant puffed up, self-important blustering expensively dressed man. ?How
dare you enter my house uninvited. Get out right now? he demanded. ?I will
when you?ve explained why you have no time for the public you are elected to
represent? I replied. ?Leave now, I?ve more important things to do than talk
with plebs? ?Like playing golf? I said spotting the golf bag in the hall ?Is
that the one still funded by the taxpayer from which the general public are
excluded?. He went red in the face. ?You are an elected public servant. You
should be sorting out our concerns instead of playing golf with rich business
men or are they developers?. I could see in his expression that I had hit a
truth. ?How dare you!? he bellowed ?this country is not a democracy, you
moron. It is an autocracy. We are your overlords and masters. The sooner you
lowlife understand that the better. Why do you think the same people keep
getting re-elected time after time regardless of whatever dirt is dug up on
them? Because it?s a farce and you little people have no control?. He turned
to leave, but paused to give me another blast. ?Trouble makers like you make
me sick. Now get out before I set my daughter on you? he shouted then stormed
off.

I needed evidence to tie him with the developers so tried a few doors until I
found a study containing an expensive mahogany desk and filing cabinets. After
a few minutes, in a drawer I found a folder containing development plans.
Inside is a map showing the proposed development except it is much more
densely populated and extensive than those for public consultation. Then I
discover that the map folded out to reveal proposed developments for the
adjoining counties and am shocked to see an enormous wide swath of
developments in an arc from Oxford to Cambridge. Barely a patch of green
exists and where there is there are notes saying these are non-viable or
non-profitable. I get out my phone and take photographs. Turning the page I
find notes and take pictures of those too. A few phrases catch my eye and I?m
horrified. It is planned for an initial 5 million new high-density homes with
agreements to buy from large foreign investors to be rented back at lucrative
rates to a low paid low skilled workforce employed by large distribution
warehouses on zero hour contracts and built on a huge private motorway network
for lorries, creating a ?string-super-city?. A ring of private transport
bus-lanes will be created for the workers while private cars will be heavily
tolled generating additional revenue. Investors, developers, local and central
government, and councils were signatories to the plan. Exposing this would
send shock-waves through many communities so I took more photos and mailed
them to local reporters I trusted.

I was about to leave the room when I noticed an ancient-looking framed scroll
hanging on the wall. Faded and written in old English it was hard to read.
?The decree signed by King Henry VIII exempting the Covenant of the Holy
Messiah from the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1536? a strong female voice
said from the doorway. I guessed that this was the daughter. Given the
Councillor?s age, I was expecting someone in her thirties or forties and
therefore surprised by a teenaged girl entering the room. Maybe I shouldn?t
have been, guys like him seem to attract younger women.

The bigger surprise was the para-military uniform, the round metal badge on a
blue-grey beret indicating the Air Training Corps. Standing around 5 foot 4
with her back ramrod straight she had a small slim oval face with small narrow
eyes with brown irises that glared at me with hawk-like intensity beneath
slender brown eyebrows and above a sleek long nose with flat plains of her
cheeks either side. A small firm-set thin-lipped mouth sat over a shallow
dimpled chin. Youthful looking with good complexion, a stern appearance was
enhanced by brown hair worn high off the forehead and swept back well clear of
the ears and secured at the back of the head in a neat bun. A long slender
body tapered to a slim waist then out to nice hips covered by a thick
tough-wearing woollen blue-grey jumper featuring nylon shoulder epaulettes,
shoulder pads, elbow pads with a pen pocket on the left arm and a large grey
brassard on the right bearing various insignia. The thickness couldn?t hide
shapely swellings on her chest suggesting that she was quite stacked. Above a
high rounded neck there was a glimpse of a wedgewood-blue shirt and black tie.
The jumper was long, coming down well past her hips below which a functional
knee-length blue-grey skirt hung with a box pleat at the front. With knees on
show, her lower legs were relatively long and slim with a nice shape provided
by her calves and sheathed in barely-black sheer nylon. On her feet were
rather boyish black lace-up work shoes polished to a high shine.

There is something about a woman in uniform. Smart, disciplined and
authoritative, with the militaristic ones suggesting combat skills that could
kill a man, but that?s probably just my warped mind. ?It?s from the Council
vaults. Dad found it and brought it here as his bonus one year. It?s worth a
bucket load? she added. I noticed other pieces of art around the room, no
doubt valuable public assets to which he had been helping himself.

?Killer Nuns? I said. ?What?? ?They silence anyone who finds artefacts that
contradict their beliefs? I nodded to the scroll. ?They are still very much
active and interfering in a case of mine. What does your father know about
them? Why did the King leave them alone when he smashed the rest of the
church?? I asked. ?Who knows? Who cares? What I want to know is why are you
snooping around his office?? she fixed me with a surprisingly tough stare for
one so young. With her hair swept away neatly under the beret and mouth tight
set, the uniform added an air of authority despite her age. ?I was leaving
when that scroll caught my interest?. The cold unwavering look in her eyes
told me that she didn't believe me. ?Thank your father for his time? I said
and began to head towards the door. She moved to block my way so suddenly, I
instinctively put out a hand to stop bumping into her. To my horror it sank
into the front of the woollen jumper at her breast. ?I?m so sorry? I gasped
?It was an accident?.

Before I could remove it, she grabbed the index and middle finger and bent
them right back. ?Argh arghh!? I was yelping with my knees bending before the
girl. She glared at me impassively with an amused smirk. ?My name is Melissa;
but the boys round here call me Mistress? with that she darted behind me
whipping my right arm up behind my back in a painful hammerlock. ?Hey! Cut it
out!? I yelped. She just laughed and pressed my hand up between my
shoulder-blades then proceeded to march me out of the room. ?Don?t mess with
me. You?ll only get hurt old man? she sneered, forcing me down the hall.
?Argh, stop it, you?re breaking my arm? I squealed, squirming in the girl?s
grip. ?I will if you don?t stop whining like a bratty boy? she replied in a
voice that showed the relish at subduing a much larger and older man. I tried
to kick back at her legs hoping to get her to drop her hold. ?Arghh!? a shoe
rose between my legs from behind clubbing my balls in a swift upwards kick
that left me wincing in agony. ?Try that again and I?ll take great pleasure in
breaking your balls? she warned in a hard voice ?I?m very good at it. Just ask
the last reporter who came snooping around here?. In too much pain to stop
her, the slim uniformed teen frog-marched me down the hall.

Instead of heading towards the front door, she forced me around a corner into
another wing of the house. ?Let go or you?re in trouble? I threatened, trying
to twist and turn from her hold. In response she pressed herself against my
back. ?Argh no no no!? a nylon-clad knee forced it?s way between my legs from
behind to jack-hammer 5 strong upward blows, pounding my balls at close-range.
I was jerking into the air by the force of each blow causing me double pain as
this strained the armlock. ?Oooh oooh!? she mocked as I groaned in pain,
unable to crease over my aching balls due to the agonising sharp stabs in my
trapped arm. ?What did you say?? she laughed ?Come on. Say that again, old
man?. ?No? Then move your arse before I break your arm and kick your balls to
pulp? she ordered in a tough tone. I had no choice, my balls ached too much.

Driving me towards the end of a wide luxurious corridor lined with more
expensive artwork no doubt courtesy of the taxpayer, we entered a door at the
end into an empty room with large rubber gym mats on the floor. ?Still think
I?m the one in trouble, old man?? Melissa sneered then delivered a swift sharp
stomp of her foot to the back of my right knee. Yelping, my leg folded to the
floor as her shoe pressed forward and down against the inside of my knee.
?What?s wrong, is a teenaged girl hurting you?? she laughed forcing my hand so
far up between my shoulder-blades that the side of my face was pressed against
the floor. This couldn?t be happening! The more I struggled the more she
exerted pressure on my arm which was now a useless appendage. ?Stop! Please
you?ll break my arm? I pleaded. ?As if I give a toss? she jeered. She was only
a teenager and a slim one at that which made being face-down at her feet all
the more demeaning. Her bodyweight fell upon my back flattening me under her.
?How does it feel old guy, being humbled by a girl young enough to be your
daughter??. Very humiliating. Momentarily releasing my wrist, my relief was
short-lived as she immediately hooked an arm beneath each armpit, closing her
forearms around my biceps before locking off with her hands pressing on the
back of my neck. ?Oh dear. What happened there?? she mocked restraining me in
a full nelson. My arms fluttered wildly but uselessly, unable to reach her.
Sitting on the small of my back she leant forward driving my face back against
the mats. Her hot breath upon my ear, intimate and disturbing. ?Come on old
man! Not tired already, are you?? she jeered sending unwanted tingles along my
spine. I?d been outclassed in the past by women skilled in unarmed combat but
being held down by a teenaged girl a fraction of my size had to be the most
humiliating. Even worse was that she didn't look like a tomboy or chav but
actually not that bad looking. Laying along the length of my back keeping my
arms spread out behind me like chicken-wings, it was machismo-destroying to
feel how light she was. I thought I would be able to shift her by bucking my
body but she maintained total control forcing me to rear back from the floor
before slamming it back down against the mats. She repeated that several times
before forcing me to agree to keep still.

After an embarrassingly long time while Melissa let me bathe in humiliation,
she let go of my arms then got off my back to stand up. Wearily I began to
rise, my eyes locking onto the plain functional lace-up shoes and drawn up
along the nylon-clad slender shins with nice curves to the back of her calves.
I hadn?t even straightened my knees when she grabbed the back of my hair and
pulled me close, a well-developed bust leapt towards me. I averted my gaze to
see her staring right back at me which she held for several long uncomfortable
seconds. ?Do you like a woman in uniform?? she asked. I didn?t answer. ?I bet
you do? she chuckled ?I bet you like dress uniforms, the ones with skirts and
black hose or stockings?. Again I refused to answer. ?Yes. I can see by your
reaction that you do? she said with a subtle smile. ?I bet you like young
girls in uniform? she stated. ?I?m not playing this game? I replied. ?I think
you like it when a uniformed girl kicks your arse?. Again I kept quiet. ?What
about Girl Guides? Brownies? The kid next door is in the Brownies, they learn
self-defence to protect themselves from weirdos like you. Shall I call her? I
bet you?d enjoy a tiny girl in a short brown uniform, bare legs and socks
high-kicking and chopping you to a whimpering mess? ?I?m not a paedo? I stated
hotly. I wasn?t in the mood to take it from a young teen playing tough and
wanted to teach her some respect. I rushed her and she spread her legs,
stretching the skirt taut between her thighs, as she squared up to resist me.
?Careful. You need to take it easy at your age? she teased as I struggled
against her, surprised to find myself standing and grappling with the
uniformed teen and making little headway. The feel of her lithe slender body
beneath the thick woollen utilitarian jumper moving in my arms as I tried to
hold onto her was disconcerting.

She was twisting and turning while smirking derisively. The only way I could
think of restraining her was to slip around behind with my arms around her
belly holding her close while trying to ignore the feel of her squirming body
writhing against me. ?Argh!? a clunky shoe stomped the top of my foot.
?Arrrr!? grabbing two fingers of my right hand in each hand, she wrenched them
wide apart breaking my grip. Spinning around to face me the energetic youth
took a firm grip of my sleeves while brushing my side with her hip. I felt her
right calve against the inside of mine then in alarm found myself tripping as
it kicked back sweeping my foot into the air while she pushed against me. In
the blink of an eye I was falling backwards with my legs whipping into the air
with the feel of her hip beneath her hard-wearing skirt against me. A brief
sensation of falling helplessly then my back slammed heavily against the mats,
momentarily knocking the wind out of me. ?Oops did you fall?? Melissa teased
as I lay at her feet admiring her slender shins with curvaceous calves. I
looked up at her standing over me with her hands upon her hips, the beret
still upon her head and a mocking smile. ?You old people are so unsteady on
your feet?. ?You tripped me? I protested. ?The door?s there if you are going
to run for it? she taunted.

As I got to my feet, I saw how the room lights reflected off the sheen of the
sheer barely-black tights. That drew my attention to the rest of her uniform.
With it?s suggestion of military combat training, the idea of getting to grips
with a woman in uniform had it?s appeal. However Melissa was just the bratty
kid of a corrupt councillor. As she stepped close with a mischievous grin, I
stretched out a hand to keep her at bay. A hand knocked my arm towards the
ceiling with one hand while a blue-grey corded streak sped towards my middle.
?Woargh!? I wailed in an agonising expulsion of breath as a small hard fist
drove into my soft unprepared belly. Not only was it unexpected but she
punched really hard. Trying not to crease forwards and failing while gasping
for breath, I was acutely aware of Melissa standing there studying me with an
amused smirk, enjoying my groans of pain as I fought to keep my torso straight
while battling painful stomach cramps for air. ?Such a snowflake!? she
chuckled.

I hadn?t quite recovered when the teen stepped up to me. Again I tried to hold
her away from me. ?I?ve had enough of your stupid tricks, tripping me up and
that? I gasped angrily. ?Oh really?? Melissa said sarcastically. Before I
could stop her, she pushed me up against the wall pressing her body against
mine with that thick jumper cushioning her buxomness against my upper belly.
It was a worryingly pleasant feeling. ?What did you say, old guy?? she
sneered, staring up at me trying to look tough. I placed my hand upon her
shoulders to push her off with the heavy-duty feel of her jumper beneath my
fingers. The last thing I expected was her right hand to fly up to cup the
front of my neck and squeeze. ?Kkk! Kkk!? I croaked as her slender fingers
constricted my windpipe. My hands flew up to peel them away. ?Arghhkkk!? a
swift knee to the groin sent the contents of my pants flying up inside my
trousers to be pinned by her upper thigh reigniting the pain in my balls while
her fingers kept their steely grip on my throat. ?No? she said firmly. From
the set of her mouth and hard stare I knew she would do it again if I didn?t
drop my hands, so to my shame I complied. ?Drop the excuses, old man. You were
beat up by a girl? she told me glaring up into my eyes with her fingers tight
around my windpipe and a nylon-sheathed knee between my legs pressing upwards
into my groin. ?I beat up all the men who get in my father's way" she snarled
acting real tough. ?I threw you, old man? she said ?and now I?m going to throw
you again and again to prove it wasn?t a fluke?. Think of me what you will but
her words caused an unwanted lurch inside my pants. She raised herself on
tiptoes to bring her face close to mine. ?You should have run while you had
the chance? she told me.

With that Melissa grabbed my right wrist with one hand while hooking the other
over my shoulder from below. Turning, my arm was swung over her right shoulder
pulling me snugly close to her back. She bent forwards sharply with a pert
skirt-clad behind thrusting into my groin and in a fleeting moment I was
loaded onto a young girl?s back with my feet dangling in the air while rolling
along her curved spine. A terrifying glimpse of the floor over her shoulder
then I was free-falling hurtling head-first towards it. No, this can?t be
happening!. The room was a nauseating blur spinning rapidly as my body flipped
over at tremendous speed. The next instant the back of my shoulders slammed
noisily against a mat followed by the rest of my body rolling out from neck to
feet. ?Nnurgff!? the force of the landing knocked the breath from me and I lay
there stunned. The girl had kept hold of my arm and now used both hands to
press mine forward at the wrist. ?I'll show you who's stupid? she hissed As
she made me suffer for several moments.

Dropping my arm, Melissa stepped back indicating the door as if taunting me to
run. I wasn?t going to be cowed by a slim teenaged girl and stood up defiantly
to face her, rubbing my sore wrist. Surely I could handle a bratty young
girl?. Moving faster than expected, I failed to stop her grabbing my right arm
before spinning around and pulling it over her shoulder once more. Dropping to
her knees in front of me, my arm was leveraged forward sending me flying over
her shoulder. I was whipped over at such blinding speed that my body had
barely flipped over before slamming into the mat harder and faster than
before. ?Orrfff!? my breath escaped me and I could only lie there in a total
daze for several moments trying to recover my senses while aware of Melissa
standing close by watching in amusement. Oh crap, she was good at this. What
had I got myself into? I saw the smug smile on her face as I warily got back
up, trying not to stare at her nylon-sheathed legs.

?Er maybe we can talk about it? I gasped as the uniformed teen began to
approach. ?Er, like no? she taunted then rushed me. I put my arms out to seize
her wrists to stop her but a twist of her hands broke my grip. ?Ouch!? her
palm slammed against my chin knocking my head back. The next moment she moved
close and with a very confident look grabbed the front of my shirt with both
hands. With the pleat at the front of her skirt expanding and the hem sliding
back to reveal long slim nylon-clad legs, she raised her knee level with her
blossoming chest to plant her right foot against the middle of my stomach.
Bending her left knee she fell backwards pulling me down with her. I knew what
was happening but couldn?t believe it. The room rotated and I caught a glimpse
at the young girl beneath me at with only a slim leg supporting me and feared
I would crush her if it gave way. But it was sturdy and sent me flying
overhead at tremendous speed, flipping right over with a dizzying motion to
slam heavily upon my back. I lay groaning, dazed, winded and bruised by the
incredible throw. It was then that I realised that this petite slender girl
was a skilled fighter and that I was in real trouble.

Melissa appeared in my vision looking down as I lay watching at the ceiling.
?So you want to play with the big girls?? she sneered then leant over to wrap
her arms around the back of my neck before hauling me to my feet ?I'll show
you my Judo if you show me yours". I wasn?t quite fully standing when holding
my head with both hands, one hooked from beneath grasping the top, the other
clamped from above. Slipping around to my side, facing the same direction, she
stooped low bringing both hands down in a quick circular motion. The room
whirled as my body somersaulted before my back hammered the floor at her feet.
Before I could collect my wits, she had knelt down by my head. The hem of her
skirt slid away from the knee as her left leg knelt across my throat, exposing
an expanse of long slim nylon-sheathed thigh before my eyes. Horrid choking
noises left my mouth as the folded leg pressed into my throat. Frantically I
tried pushing her leg away with both hands, not that she was heavy but it was
enough to close my windpipe. To my astonishment she swung her other leg over
my body and pressed the sole of her right shoe against my groin. ?What?s the
matter old man? I thought you were going to teach me a lesson? she laughed
then wriggled her shoe in my groin. ?You?re one of those pervs who like
getting dominated by young girls!? she exclaimed. To my horror I realised that
those throws had got me stiff and the foot pressing down and moving wasn?t
helping. Fortunately the choking ended as she grabbed the top of my hair in a
big clump then proceeded to pull me into a sitting position, facing her. An
arm whipped out wrapping over my neck, pulling it into her armpit then locking
it off tight with her other arm so that I was bent forwards looking out past
her back. I tugged at the slender arm maintaining a surprisingly tight
headlock but she began to stand up and I had no choice but do the same.
Clutching onto the back of her skirt for support while she savagely jerked my
neck up and down, I inadvertently pulled it up to reveal an exciting expanse
of leg. ?Oi, stop that!? she protested then drilled a series of fast hard
punches into my exposed side. ?Ow ow!? her small fists bit into my side.
Realising she was only holding me with one hand I took a good hold of her
forearm and pulled down hard while twisting myself outwards.

My elation at breaking free was cut short when the girl?s body crashed into
mine and drove me backwards with sheer momentum into a wall. Sliding a hand
around the back of my neck Melissa stooped down while pressing her side
against me. I was shocked at the feel of an arm being thrust between my legs,
hooking the crux of her elbow against my groin. Shock turned to disbelief as
her arm pressed into my groin lifting my back-end from the floor as she
straightened up. Falling across her narrow shoulders I was hoisted into the
air astonished to find myself in a fireman?s lift. The young girl lifted me
with ease and began to carry me around the room even though I was much heavier
and taller than her. ?Pretty strong, huh?? she teased cockily. You might say
its a simple lift but when performed by a slim feminine woman rather than a
gym-rat it is very arousing with an overwhelming feeling of inferiority and
helplessness as you are hoisted from the ground and left dangling over her
shoulders. That I was being lifted by a slender young girl magnified the
feeling several-fold. I couldn?t help my body?s natural response and with an
arm between my legs I was sure she noticed.

I was just about holding it together when Melissa stopped parading me around
the room and sniggered ?Oh look at you?. Looking up I saw a full-length dress
mirror with a reflection of a grown man draped over the slim shoulders of a
young girl in uniform like an oversized scarf with my legs dangling on one
side and my head lolling on the other. With her back and legs ramrod straight
and a cute smile on her face, it was clear that she was experiencing no
discomfort. Oh lord my manhood went absolutely rigid at the sight and a little
groan left my lips. ?What?s that. Want me to put you down? Alright? she
chuckled. With that, she bent her left leg while tilting her shoulders
sharply. ?Woah!? I fell off her shoulders sideways with my legs raised high
into the air. Curling around from her shoulders in a controlled fall, I
plummeted head-first towards the floor, flipping over so that the top of the
back of my shoulders hit first. ?Ow!? I yelped at the brutal impact of my back
hitting the mats at high speed from being dropped from such a height.

Giving me no time to breathe, Melissa leapt astride my body to sit on my
belly. The hem of her skirt slid back to expose her slender sheer-black
sheathed thighs all the way to the triangular patch of the reinforced gusset
under which I could make out white panties. I tried not to look but it was too
late for the sight seared into my memory and I couldn?t stop thinking about
it. Despite her size, she sat heavily on my stomach making it uncomfortable to
breath. I went to push her off but she grabbed my hands and I found myself in
a battle as she tried to force them down to the floor. Melissa had gravity on
her side and a scary ferocious determination to win that meant I struggled to
stop her. Frightened that she would succeed I began to buck my rear-end to
unseat her and saw was she was doing her best to stay on, riding me like a
bucking bronco. With her lighter weight she was struggling so planting my feet
on the floor, I bucked my arse as high as I could get it adding a twist to the
side that sent her tumbling. I had barely rolled away to my side and turned to
face her when a small hard fist drove against the centre of my chest stopping
me in my tracks. ?Nnnruphh!? the suddenness and strength of the blow was the
distraction she needed to re-mount me. Pinning my shoulders to the floor using
her shins with the weight of the back of her slim thighs pressing down upon
them, her legs spread out either side of my head. ?You should be ashamed of
yourself, letting yourself get beat up by a girl? she mocked, her youthful
face looking down at me framed by the lovely nylon-sheathed walls of her inner
thighs.

Melissa suddendly slid further forward until I felt the soft nylon of her
gusset against my neck and then the hardness of the pubic bone beneath as it
pressed into my throat. ?Urgkkkkk!? With her full-weight focussed on my
windpipe driving her crotch into my throat, she was choking me. My face
flushed red with embarrassment as a young girl choked me with her crotch. ?Oh
if only my dad would walk in right now and see me. How proud he would be? she
laughed. ?Urkk!? I could feel myself going woozy and wanted to tap my
submission but my arms were still pinned, not that I suspected she would have
taken any notice. ?I bet you wished you stayed at home now, old man and never
hassled my dad? she chuckled.

A hard slap cracked across my right cheek sending my face hard to the left.
?Wake up you old git? Melissa?s voice cut through my confusion ?don?t you die
on me yet?. Oh crap, had the teen knocked me out using her crotch? I seriously
couldn?t remember it happening. Overwhelming shame flooded over me, tinged
with worry at what she was capable of and how was I going to stop her as I had
failed spectacularly so far. The girl was now sitting high on my chest. I
didn?t know where to look as she unfurled her right leg and stretched it out
pass my left shoulder giving me an eyeful down the insides of her lovely
slender thighs to the gusset. Grabbing my head, she raised it to slide a calve
behind it until the side of my neck was tight in the crook of her leg. Lifting
herself from her haunches she wedged my arm in the crux of her legs while
hooking up one leg with the other. Sitting back down on my chest, I found
myself in a triangle hold with a tight figure 4 head-scissors locked around my
neck and my right arm sticking out from her crotch like a flagpole with the
shoulder pressed across my carotid artery. Wedged firmly between her thighs,
one hard squeeze and I was whimpering with my eyes screwed tight, trying not
to beg for mercy. ?Argkk!? the girl was pouring on a constant squeeze on my
neck that seemed to slowly increase, making my face burn. Being trapped
between a young girl?s lovely legs was little consolation when I could feel
the blood being choked. In defeat I began tapping on her arm with my free hand
but she just brushed it away. With increasing panic at feeling woozy I began
flail my legs and buck my body. A momentary let in the pressure made me
realise that positioned very high on my chest with a light bodyweight made her
more susceptible. Starting to feel quite zapped I began to rock and twist
furiously, encouraged by the big shifts in her body as she tried to keep
seated and instantly feeling some relief in my brain. ?Oi stop that!? she
scolded.

I felt her roll off to the side but was gutted to find myself rolling with her
onto my side with her legs still gripping my neck and the top of one shoulder
in a figure 4 scissor. Things had got worse as she was now able to pull back
my captive arm against her body levering it over her crotch. ?Garkkk!? her
legs seemed tighter than ever as she absolutely poured it on. She was really
punishing me by rolling onto her back, flinging me to my knees by the tight
leggy noose around my neck. ?No no!? I squealed as she flung her back-end off
the floor stressing my arm over her crotch to breaking point while destroying
me in a fearsomely tight neck-scissors. I could hear her laughing over the
loud heartbeat in my ears then there was a savage downwards lurch on my neck
as she let her backside drop to the mat with me still trapped in her
overly-tight leggy embrace.

The next moment I didn?t know where I was and why I was lying on the floor,
looking around wondering where the hell I was. My eyes spotted a pair of slim
shins with nice-shaped calves behind, shiny black lace-up shoes and a
heavy-duty blue-grey skirt down to the knees. The memories came back and as I
looked up into the smug face of a teenaged girl with a beret upon her head I
realised in horror that she had knocked me out again. ?No excuses this time,
old man. You should?ve ran when you had the chance? Melissa said with an
annoying smirk which just emphasised her youthful face. ?I love putting men
like you in your place? the little monster declared trying to frighten me. Her
uniform made me feel intimated although I knew that the ATC was engineering
oriented. ?I don?t fight women especially girls? I said getting to my feet
while warily keeping an eye on her. ?You mean you?re a crap fighter? she said
with a demeaning smirk. That was probably true but the unarmed combat skills
had spooked me and I wanted to leave dignity intact except that she was
between me and the door. ?You?ll never make that door unless you fight me and
win. Which will never happen? she said ?Come on fight me, old man? she said
more forcefully. ?I?m not going to fight you? I replied. ?In that case I?ll
keep going until you can?t take any more, which won?t be long? she said with a
sinister smile.

Not wanting another confrontation I calmly walked towards the door but she
moved to block my way. Suddenly I rushed her intending to shove her harmlessly
out of the way with my hand and make for the door. With a steely cold
disposition she stood her ground and caught my wrist. Spinning around, her
tough-wearing skirt flew out around her thighs as my arm was thrust into the
air then brought down sharply in a forward arc while she stepped to one side.
?Woah!? my feet rocketed from the floor as my body leapt into the air to turn
full somersault. My brain was completely dazed as the room spun at nauseating
velocity. She kept hold of my wrist so that my side crashed heavily against
the mats less than a second later. I was stunned both literally and by the
fact that I?d been thrown again by a petite slender, reasonably attractive
teenaged girl.

With my arm still captive, I was kept on my side unable to do anything except
admire the back of her calves as she stepped one foot over me. Slipping the
crook of her left leg in front of my throat, it bent trapping my neck between
her calves and hamstrings as she lowered herself to the floor to kneel astride
me. Levering my right arm over her crotch and sitting back on her haunches,
her upper leg pressed down on my neck. ?Urkkk!? she was choking me in the
crook of her leg with the back of her thigh pressing tightly into one side of
my neck and pushing the other against her slim hard calves. The silky nylon
feel around my neck was a reminder that I was being physically dominated by a
woman and a young one at that. ?Uhhh uhh! I could hear her mocking laughter as
my chest rose and fell heavily with my laboured breaths, locked in a
nylon-clad guillotine press I could not escape. I grasped her lower leg and
began frantically tugging. In response she leant back to put more of her
bodyweight upon my neck while pulling harder on my arm forcing my torso to
rise pushing my throat tighter against the inside of her knee. My eyes felt
tired and I only closed them for a second, the next moment I found myself
lying flat on my back with a lower leg holding a shoe in place on my groin. My
eyes followed the leg upwards to see a uniformed girl with one hand on her hip
and the other raised in victory, staring back at me.

No! not again. The thought sent an unwanted lurch inside my trousers.
Suddendly I spotted a chance and sprang into a partial crouch, wrapped my arms
around her knees and pulled her legs from under her sending her to the mat.
She sat up and tried to rise but I got her by the padded shoulders and put her
on her back again. As I leant over trying to keep her shoulders pinned, her
bent legs came up between us so her shins were pressing against my chest like
a springy cushion between us. Suddenly with her skirt falling back, those slim
legs slipped upwards on either side ensnaring my waist. ?Urrrr!? I grunted in
surprise as she locked her ankles to surround my middle in a nylon-sheathed
ring of steel. Melissa wasn?t big and muscular yet her slim thighs were biting
into my sides and compressing the sides of my stomach. She laughed when I had
to let go of her shoulders to move my hands to her thighs to try and prise
them away to no avail. Lovely to feel in her pantyhose, those slim legs were
immovable. ?Ooh having a bit of difficultly, old man? she laughed as I got
onto my feet and tried to straighten my torso hoping to break her
body-scissors. ?Urrghh!? I couldn?t straighten up and was left bent over her
at right angles as those slim thighs squeezed brutally hard. That such a young
girl could squeeze so hard was shocking. ?The bigger they are? she declared
grabbing the back of my calves. ?The harder they fall? with that she pulled my
feet from under me sending me crashing onto the mat.

Without pause she grabbed my right arm raising it up at an angle with the back
of my hand against her bust while draping her legs either side, one across my
throat, the other across my belly. The back of my arm was pulled between the
silky nylon smoothness of her firm thighs causing her skirt to ride up,
exposing a lovely leggy bridge over my neck. Hooking my arm over the crook of
hers, she locked it off by gripping her right biceps then stressed it while
bending the hand back at the wrist. ?OK old man? she sneered as I winced with
pain ?There is nothing left but the begging. And you will be begging? she
stated, her youthful face looking down at me, again reminding me of the age of
the girl hurting me. ?Arghh arghh? I yelped as more pressure was applied to my
wrist while levering my forearm over her elbow straining my arm all the way to
the shoulder. ?Suffer, you old git? she mocked then laid right back,
straightening my arm as she put me into a side arm-bar, bending my arm over
her crotch while scissoring it between her thighs. At the same time, with the
rub of nylon against my skin, the crook of the back of her knee and the top
part of her calves pressed against my throat. ?Kkkurgg! stop please? I
croaked, afraid of being knocked out again by this young girl. ?Well that?s
put you in your place? she laughed ?You see, women aren?t the weaker sex when
it comes to unarmed combat?. With laughter ringing in my ears, her response
was plain. ?Ouch ouch please please? I begged as her backside thrust into the
air sending excruciating stabs of white-hot pain shooting along my forearm,
elbow and upper arm. ?You woose? she laughed as her raised hips rocked first
one way then the other adding a terrible twisting pain. ?Please please I give
I give? I yelped ?Pleeaaase your?re breaking my arm?. She responded by
pressing my hand into the wrist piling on the hurt. ?Come on, louder. Let me
hear you submit or I?ll break it? she demanded then began to buck her hips up
and down causing me to squeal at the agonising bolts of pain threatening to
shatter my arm. ?Ahh! Please OK OK I submit? I cried out. The teen was now in
complete control and utterly dominating me. No matter what I tried to do, she
forcibly kept me in my place, beneath her silky smooth pantyhose. I couldn?t
help thinking of the girl as an unassailable fighting Goddess, a young
grappling Queen who completely outmatched me with superior unconquerable
combat skills. Sorry to say I couldn?t help but get aroused and to my shame
she noticed. ?Oi! what?s that bulge at the front of your trousers?? she
exclaimed. ?You dirty old man? she sneered ?I wish my boyfriend got as hard as
that when I Judo him. Well, I say boyfriend. He?s just this boy I really
fancied. I put him in a few holds and he was soon begging to be my boyfriend?
she told me as I writhed in agony. ?Dad didn?t approve. Wasn?t from a family
with a high enough social standing? she added, working the hold to demonstrate
her total superiority over me. ?Money and power, that?s all he thinks about.
Those rich boys he wants me to go out with are so boring?.

Without warning, both lower legs swung behind my head while her thighs
continued to grip my arm. I felt the back of one leg across my back in line
with my armpits and the other behind my neck. ?Argh!? I yelped as she lay back
and pulled on my arm forcing the back of my neck against the crook of her leg
while that in turn pressed my chin forwards against my chest. I thought I
could get out this and summoning my energy I threw my body sideways away from
her and succeed in rolling myself forwards out from her legs. Unfortunately
she still had a wrist lock on my arm causing me to swing around to face her.
Using my arm to pull me close, the hem of her heavy-duty skirt rode up as her
slim legs flashed out like tentacles to ensnare me. Oh jeez she?s good! I
realise, finding myself looking right at her smug face as she trapped me in a
triangle choke hold with silky smooth nylon rubbing against my skin as they
encircled the sides and back of my neck and arm. A calve locked across the top
of my shoulders wedged my neck deep in the triangle of leggy humiliation with
my chin resting on my trapped arm which in turn was lying over her crotch. Her
mocking youthful face was before me watching my suffering between her tightly
locked legs. The lopsided beret and thick corded jumper with insignia added an
exciting aura of military training that my body responded to. ?Corr you really
like getting beat up by a girl don?t you mister?? she teased ?I bet I can make
you beg to be my boyfriend? she chuckled ?except you?re much too old?. Her
legs were never-tiring locked up tightly like a tourniquet around my neck as
she twisted me from side to side. My struggles were futile and met with a
sharp increase in pressure that had my senses swimming and face burning red as
her slim legs cut off the blood to my brain. I thought I would pass out until
the pressure eased to a tight firm grip and I realised that Melissa was toying
with me and could knock me out whenever she wished. It was a thought of female
superiority that had my manhood lurching. ?Ready to blast a heavy load into
your pants, you dirty old perv?? she sneered. That was embarrassing and made
me determined not to shame myself like that. I nearly failed when the young
girl gave an almighty tight squeeze that almost sent me over the edge into
darkness.

Urkkk so tight! I moved my free hand to the leggy nylon triangle of young
female superiority, enjoying the feel of a silky unyielding thigh. ?Jeez you
look so funny. Like a complete loser? her taunting words just made it worse.
This girl in her late teens was in complete control. So young yet so
ruthlessly dominant. The feeling of being completely dominated was so
overwhelming was it any wonder that I was throbbing hard? ?I?m going to knock
you right out again? she chuckled, fixing me with a hard stare with more than
a hint of excitement in her eyes ?And there?s absolutely nothing that you can
do about it. Stop me if you can? she chuckled wickedly then thrust her
backside off the ground and really poured it on. My God, I didn?t stand a
chance! Her legs were wrapped around my neck and shoulder so tight it felt
like she could snap them through pure physical power alone. My vision blurred
straight out, forcing me to close my eyes and cling on while my heart beat
loudly over the buzz in my ears. Urrr! My head was spinning as those tight
young legs strangled the arteries in my neck stopping the blood carrying
oxygen to what little brains I had. Urrr so drowsy. Dominated so physically my
inhibitions fled. I was in awe of this young fighting Goddess even as I
slapped weakly on her glorious deadly thigh. Completely overwhelmed, my dick
beat wildly inside my pants even as I tried to cling on to consciousness. I
didn?t want to be knocked out at all, let alone by a teenaged girl but she was
too much for me to handle. Nurrrrr a strong warm sticky load blasted into my
pants as I felt myself slip away.

?Oh wow, that never ever happened before? Melissa?s voice chuckled through the
haze. Opening my eyes, not remembering that I shut them, I found myself on my
back with the dangerous teen standing over me with a look of unrestrained
glee. Deeply ashamed I began to rise, repeatedly apologising for my disgrace,
?sorry but I really need to go and clean up?, but she kept laughing making my
ears burn making me feel even more degraded. I began to head towards the door
but she blocked my way then pointed to a door in a corner of the room.
?Through there? she could barely speak for laughing ?on-suite?. Any hope that
she had gone by the time I was done vanished as soon as I opened to door to
re-enter. ?You took your time? she scolded ?I hope you weren?t whipping one
off? she accused shocking me. That last embarrassment had been the last straw.
I?d had enough for one day and just wanted to go home except Melissa tried to
block my way. ?I?m leaving now? I said trying to sound firm as I tried to
squeeze past. Intimdating in that uniform, she kept moving to block my way no
matter which way I went. Her face was stony, giving me a hard look. ?I tell
you when you can leave? she stated. I was getting frustrated so gently put my
hands either side of her slim waist. It made me feel awkward holding a
teenaged girl like that but felt that I had no choice. ?I?m sorry Melissa but
you?re fun is over? I said trying to move her to the side so I could get past.

?I know a cure for that? the young girl declared. ?A cure for what?? I asked
in confusion. ?Being a dirty old perv who snoops around other people?s
business? she said in a hard-edged toned. ?No, it?s not like that?. ?YAH!? the
shout took me by surprise sending shivers down my spine. The next instant a
knee ploughed hard between my legs and into my groin, a slim nylon-sheathed
express train of agonising destruction. ?Oraghh!? I wailed at the bruising
pain flaring out from my nether regions and spreading rapidly outwards
throughout my lower torso. That such a young girl could power her knee into a
man?s groin like that causing incredible disabling agony was truly shocking.
?Take that you horny old dog? the fresh-faced girl laughed as I creased
forwards before her, cupping my balls with my face screwed in agony. ?You
don?t come around here ever again pestering my dad. Do I make myself clear??
she asked in a no-nonsense voice while pressing my shoulders against the wall
behind forcing me to stand upright. ?If Gazillion want to give my dad
shed-loads of money to build all over your poxy little towns that?s his
business not yours? she stated in harsh tones. ?Let me explain it for you, so
you fully understand? she declared with a chilling smirk. With great show and
deliberate slowness she drew back her right leg, bending it at the knee
lifting her shoe behind her, making a show of it, taunting me with those slim
legs. I knew what was coming but was too debilitated by pain to do anything to
avoid it. ?Ready or not, here it comes? she laughed. With the lights
reflecting of her hose, a sheer black pulse arced down from behind her waist,
streaked beneath her torso and rose straight up between my legs. ?Arghh!? the
top arch of her shoe pounded square on with my undercarriage, crushing my
balls as her foot continued to swing up forcing me onto my toes while the
leading edge of her lower shin hammered my shaft painfully against my pelvis.

Hard, fast and excruciatingly painful, piled on top of that brutal knee blow,
my balls would have screamed if they could. ?I told you I was good at busting
balls? the youth chuckled as I begun to crease over once more. ?Stop me if you
can? she announced. I looked up horrified to see her approach with fists
clenched and eyes focussed on my groin. I threw out both arms intent on
grabbing her around the head to hold her off. Nimbly ducking beneath my arms,
going down onto one knee, her left fist shot forwards like an arrow from a
bow. ?Oragh!? her fist drove solidly into my already badly aching balls. ?Ha!
How do you like fighting a young girl now, old man? she cried triumphantly
holding her fist in place with her hard knuckles biting into my tender groin.
I was in absolute agony, feeling sick and close to tears. ?Please no? I
groaned watching in horror as she drew back her fists for another strike. In
too much pain to think how to defend myself, I cupped my hands over my aching
parts to protect them. The girl?s right fist sped towards my groin like a
rocket. ?Argh!? it smashed against the middle of my cupped hands, feeling as
though my fingers had got hit by a hammer, while her fist broke through to
slam into my groin hammering the shaft against the ball-sack.

?Please no more? I begged, unable to hold back a sob. With a tight smile,
Melissa slammed her palms against my shoulders driving me back against the
wall then brought her face close staring at me with her small hard brown eyes
for several moments. Her right fist grabbed the top of my shirt and roughly
forced me to look at her in a very intimidating manner. ?Do you remember what
I told you to call me when we first met?? she growled then silently framed the
word ?Mistress? with her petite mouth. It?s such a deeply humiliating thing
for a grown man to call a young girl but with my balls aching like crazy and
no wish to suffer anymore, I really had no choice. ?P..please Mistress, no
more? I begged. Oddly, verbally acknowledging her superiority was causing
stiffness in my aching groin. Her youth, vitality and sheer dominant fighting
skills was turning me on, no matter how hard I tried not to be. She noticed.
The knee between my legs pressed menacingly against my excruciatingly painful
balls. ?You will never come here again? it was a statement not a question. How
could such a young girl look so menacing? ?No? I gasped. Shockingly I actually
found myself scared of the teenager and yes, more than a little turned-on
although I didn?t want to be. This young girl had repeatedly proved herself to
be the better fighter. ?You?re past your sell-by? she sneered ?bested by an
alpha female a fraction of your age?

To my confusion, Melissa jogged to the other side of the room. Facing me with
a hard stare and looking dangerous in her uniform, she began to run towards me
with her arms pumping and the hem of her skirt flying around her thighs. A few
paces from me she threw herself forwards onto her hands going into a back
hand-spring, launching herself into the air. I only had a split-second to act
and failed as the backs of her thighs slammed against the tops of my shoulders
and her shins locked together behind my head. There was a lurch of weight
around my neck as the rest of her torso flipped up towards my face with her
ample bust appearing right before my face. Her hands grabbed the back of my
head for support. Instinctively I raised my hands and encountered her pert
hard buttocks but didn?t know where to move them. ?Well this is cosy? she
brought her face close as I struggled to support her weight as she sat on my
chest with her legs around my neck. ?Going down? she chuckled then letting go
of my head threw herself backwards away from me. The youth?s torso fell away
before me, her hands reaching for the floor. With her legs locked around my
neck there was a lurch as I was pulled forwards and found myself flipping
right over.

My side slammed into the mats and for a second Melissa?s silky smooth
hose-sheathed legs lost their grip. Although stunned by the showy throw, I saw
my chance. Pushing her legs to one side, I quickly got to my knees and leant
over to grab her arms and tried to pin the girl. Of course she wasn?t going to
make it easy. The adrenaline pumped as I grappled with her. I thought with my
greater bodyweight I could pin her easily but although on her back, she gave a
spirited resistance. There seemed to be long legs everywhere in that alluring
look of nearly-black sheer nylon as they were flung about trying to capture my
head. As I pressed my advantage I was over her as she lay on her back with her
legs vertical at her hips trying to ensnare me while I battled with her arms
trying to get them down to the floor. The hem of her skirt had fallen right
back around her waist giving me an eyeful of her white knickers at her crotch
covered by the sheer nylon gusset. That distraction nearly cost me as a long
leg almost hooked around the side of my neck. I focussed on keeping her legs
away not wanting to end up in another brutal triangle hold. However, she
managed to grab my right wrist with both hands and pull it against her belly.
That created space for her long slim legs to come up to capture my arm between
her thighs then cross her calves on top while her feet continued forward to
trap my neck between the top of her shoes. ?Nnnurk!? I groaned as her feet
pressed tightly against the sides of my neck with her crossed calves exerting
a shockingly efficient scissor-hold through her feet. She watched me silently
for several long seconds while I clutched uselessly at her slim ankles with my
free hand. I quickly began to feel woozy. What chance did I have against a
skilled teenaged girl intimidating me in her uniform using her Judo skills
against me time and time again. Oh Jeez! You know that sinking feeling when
you realise that you are well out of your depth? No? Maybe it?s only me then.
?Shall I knock you out with my feet, pervy old loser?? she finally asked with
a cheeky grin.

Before waiting for a reply, a sharp twist of her slender hips sent me crashing
to my knees and elbow looking down at the floor. Melissa lay perpendicular
with my arm pulled back tight over her crotch and still squeezed between her
thighs. Her calves had slipped their position and I now had a single set of
slim hard calves pressing against my throat while able to look down at close
range at the side of the other set which stretched out before me which whether
planned or not lay across my left forearm pinning it to the floor. ?Is this
heaven for you, old man?? she chuckled. I tried to pull back but any movement
sent shards of agony through my arm while I was brought back under control
with the rasping of nylon against the skin of my throat. ?I think I would make
a good killer nun? the fresh-faced girl laughed. ?You have to become a nun
first? I gasped trying not to cry out in pain. ?Hmmm I don?t think so, I like
boys. Well beating them up at any rate? ?In that case you?d make an excellent
killer nun? I gasped. ?I like you old man, you?d make a good career?s advisor?
she laughed then to my surprise released the hold and stood up. ?So I?m going
to give you another chance. Especially as you seem to enjoy grappling with a
young girl in uniform? she added in a tone that made me flush with
embarrassment. Relieved of the break in her relentless attack I got to my
feet. ?I?m not going to fight with you. I wouldn?t want to hurt you? I told
her. She gave a derisive sneer ?You can?t fight anyway old man and, tough!, I
have no qualms about hurting you?

As quick as a flash Melissa rushed me, quickly sliding an arm around my middle
while grabbing my right wrist. Turning sideways on she leant forwards while
thrusting back her right leg sweeping my right foot away. The next thing I
knew my feet had left the floor and I was rocketing fast across the back of
her hips from left to right before flipping over and plummeting. There was a
loud sound as my back slammed at high speed into the mats accompanied by my
cry of pain. ?Come on show me what a real man can do? the teen taunted as to
my astonishment she lowered her backside towards my head while keeping my
right arm, which she retained after the throw, straight to force me to my
side. Tucking in her right calve around the underside of my head, the sides of
my face was sandwiched between the back of a thigh and calves as the teenaged
girl sat her buttocks on the side of my face. Bending my captive arm around
her forearm then forcing back my wrist she had me howling in pain as she
gleefully tortured my arm. ?I bet you like young girls sitting on your face?
she mocked, although in truth she was only sitting on the side of it.

She let me stew in embarrassment for a while longer before sliding off my
head, turning around and hooking her right arm around the back of my head then
locking it in a side headlock while laying across me. As an added bonus my
right arm was held tight in the crook of her other arm. ?Cozy huh?? she
chuckled then transferred my arm between her thighs and began to scissor it
while squeezing my neck tight trying to choke the blood from my brain. Her
youthful girly face looked down at me from only a few inches away. The hold
was too intimate for comfort and I struggled to keep my cool. After laughing
in my face for a few moments she released me once more and stood up forcing me
to do the same at risk of a shattered elbow and splintered arm.

Melissa immediately spun her back to me whipping my arm over her shoulder
pulling my body close. Leaning swiftly forwards, her pert behind thrust into
my crotch as my feet left the floor and I flipped right over her slender body
at mind-numbing speed. The loud smack of my back slamming into the mats
brutally fast was only matched by my yelp of pain. Without pause, another
brutal wristlock forced me to my feet whimpering in bone-grinding agony.
Whereupon she stepped behind me with one arm around across my chest and
grabbed the back of my neck and a wrist. A swing of her slender hips and a
bump of a pert hard buttock against my rear and I was falling backwards. My
feet leapt off the ground as my backside rode her hip. With one arm still
captive she controlled my fall while the floor came up much too fast to meet
me. Another loud thud and yelp of agony as my side hit the mat so fast and
hard that I was literally stunned. With two lightning fast throws in rapid
succession, I couldn?t even think straight let alone try to stand.

Her bodyweight fell upon me, pushing me flat against the floor. Leaping across
my back Melissa pulled an arm behind me by the wrist and once more I was
yelping in agony as she bent it around her forearm then forced my wrist down
over my shoulders. ?Argh argh no no!? it felt like the bones in my wrist,
forearm and elbow would shatter at any second. ?Please please stop. You win,
you win? I cried in agony. ?That?s right, old man. Cry for mercy? she teased.
This was so degrading! Melissa was so much younger than me yet repeatedly
overpowered me with ease. ?Arghh arrghh no more please? I begged as her full
weight settled across the top of my back. Pinning my left shoulder under a
bent leg, I screeched in pain as she forced my abused arm straight out behind
me and then trapped it beneath her armpit while hooking an arm around it
locking it up painfully in the crook of her arm and a forearm. To my horror
she grasped the top of my right shoulder then began pressing it against the
floor while torturing my arm with her forearm forcing it to bend the wrong
way. ?No no please arrrghh!? it was like my arm was on the rack. The agony got
a whole lot worse as she pulled back on my arm painfully forcing my face to
rise from the floor. Her black clunky lace-up shoes appeared from behind
passing my neck followed by long shapely shins and calves. There was nothing I
could except watch as they closed around the sides of my head. Bending at the
knees, the calves framed my face as she placed the soles of her shoes flat on
the floor beneath my raised chin. ?Please don?t...you?ll break my arm? I
pleaded but the teen ignored me. ?And I give a flying frig?? she replied
testily. Kids today! No respect for the elders. With my other arm pinned at
the shoulder by her knee there was no I could do except cry out in pain for
several minutes of arm-wrecking torture.

I felt relief as her weight finally lifted from my back as she got off to
stand up but then abject fear as she took my right arm with her. ?No more? I
gasped as I was forced to stand or break my arm. On my feet, my arm was
released and in agony I tried to straighten it but it was sore, aching and
useless. With a hard smirk of superiority Melissa faced me, pressing her front
against mine. I actually felt so afraid of the young girl I tried to back away
but she kept stepping forward. Looking up at me with a cold hard stare, she
kept thrusting her well-developed bust against my upper belly. The repeated
bumps of her chest kept upsetting the rhythm of my breathing while forcing me
to retreat more. It was an unusual but effective technique and I have to admit
quite arousing but her fearsome hard expression made it clear that this was
not done to tease. After several steps she stopped. ?I can even beat you up
with my tits, what a loser!? she mocked. Grabbing the front of my shirt with
both hands, she gave me a hard push forcing me to stumble back quickly. A hard
tug pulled me straight back towards the smirking girl who immediately began to
fall away from me as I rushed towards her. A lurch of exhilaration went
through me as in a split-second my body left the floor and was hurtling over
the young girl as her back hit the mats. Launched at high velocity in an
almighty high-speed stomach throw the room span so fast I had to close my
eyes. The throw was so strong it felt like she has tossed me clear across the
length of the room before my back crashed loudly against the mats so hard that
it knocked the breath from me. I could only lie there, looking up at the
ceiling, totally destroyed by a young girl in unarmed combat.

I had no energy left when a smirking Melissa plonked herself down behind me.
Grabbing my aching right arm by the wrist with one hand and pulling it past
the side of my head, I found the back of my head resting against the crux of
her legs which closed up like some kind of leggy predator. A calve was across
my throat trapping the side of my neck in the crook of her leg while she
locked it all in place with the foot behind the knee of her other leg. My
right arm was also trapped between the side of my neck and the inside of her
thigh, pulled back pass my head and over her crotch with the back of my
forearm sinking between her breasts. Trapped in another form of triangle hold,
her young lean legs formed a tight noose around my neck. The back of her right
calves was pressed across my throat like a steel bar and just as hard and
unyielding. I tugged at her lower leg with my free hand and found her calves
excitingly hard and muscular but totally immobile. ?I?ve made plenty of grown
macho men turn to crying wimps? she bragged, tightening the leggy triangle
around my neck making me choke. Seeing no way out, I began tapping my free
hand against the side of her thigh. ?You can tap out all you want. I don?t
care how badly I hurt you? she taunted. I groaned as she squeezed relentlessly
while twisting my head from one side to the other. The girl was merciless and
really seemed to get off on dominating me. I knew this brat wouldn?t stop
until she?s decided to finish with me. She could knock me out any time she
wanted with her lovely nylon-sheathed legs wrapped so incredibly tight with
her hard calves pressing into my throat, choking me. It was humiliating
knowing that she was toying with me, taking her time putting me to sleep. She
pulled back on my arm thrusting her hips into the air and my head swam while
mocking laughter burned my ears. Just as I thought I would pass out the brutal
teen twisted her hips sending me to my side then twisted back again, raising
her hips again to pour it on. It was more than a man could take and with a
hard arousal I felt myself go dizzy. Laughter rang in my ears as I felt the
dizziness subside.

?Oh no you don?t. I?ve a special treat I?m going to give myself? she said
ominously before twisting her hips once more. I was flung from side to side,
powerless in a young girl?s vice-like legs. After several more minutes
ruthless domination, I was terribly aroused even though I was coughing and
grunting in agony while she took me close to the point of passing out before
easing off the pressure at the very last second. This time the legs unfolded
although still restraining me by my right arm held straight by my head. I was
so utterly exhausted I could offer no resistance as she pushed herself into a
sitting position behind me. I felt her crotch press into my back as she
brought my body to lean against hers. Her legs slid around my sides with her
knees by my sides and long shapely calves crossing over in front over my
groin, the sheen off her nylons alluring. I tried to pull away but too late.
Her ankles locked and the pressure around my middle soared. ?Orrragh!? I
couldn?t suppress a groan as her young slim thighs crushed against my sides
with a force I wouldn?t normally have credit them to possess. ?Dangerous legs?
Melissa teased ?more than enough to take your breath and your life if you?re
not careful?.

Worse was to come as her right arm came from behind wrapping around my right
shoulder pressing my upper arm against the side of my neck, then folded at the
elbow to bring her slender forearm across my throat. Her other arm hooked
beneath my left armpit bringing her hand behind the back of my head and
pressed against it. Her right hand seized her left biceps tightening the choke
hold across both sides of my neck while pressing on the back of my head
forcing my throat tighter against her forearm. Not only had the girl got me in
a very tight sleeper hold but also had me in a bodyscissors around my waist
that actually hurt. All the while, my right arm was stuck straight up in the
air useless and a demeaning sign of my failure to handle her. I could feel my
face becoming redder and redder as her arms prevented the air from getting to
my lungs. A nice looking petite slender teenaged girl had me in a sleeper hold
and I was powerless to stop her. To top it all I couldn?t help my manhood
being rigid beyond belief and beating a drum solo against the inside of my
trousers. ?Please no? I begged ?mercy? ?No chance? she laughed close to my ear
?I love it when a grown man goes limp in my arms, out cold. That?s the best
bit. It makes me all gooey inside and incredibly powerful?. Knowing that the
girl wasn?t going to stop until she had knocked me out and taken her time
about it so she could savour every moment of my lingering demise spurred me on
to tug at her arm in desperation but I simply couldn?t break free. I then
tried to struggle to get free, trying to raise myself or move or anything but
it was useless. My exertions just made me cough, zapped my energy and made my
face burning red. ?You need bigger balls to stand a chance against me? she
told me with a derisive laugh. She kept me helpless like that that for ages
totally in command, slowly choking all resistance from me.

From a seated position she dropped onto her back taking me with her. With my
waist wedged in the apex of the girl?s legs, I was scissored tightly as her
tightly locked arms repeatedly took me close to the brink of consciousness.
Starved of oxygen, my mind dissolved into a warm comfortable fug while my
hands originally clutching onto her legs ended up absent-mindedly enjoying the
comfortable feel of stroking her slim nylon-covered thighs. Melissa kept me on
the edge with frightening skill for one so young for what seemed an eternity.
?Is that for me?? her voice cut through the haze. I didn?t know what she was
talking about, I was too busy trying to cling on to consciousness. ?Jeez! That
thing is like a flipping tent. Look at it twitch!? she shrieked with a dirty
laugh. In horror I realised the back of her calves had encircled my trouser
bulge and was toying with it, driving me insane as they slid, pressed and
moved against it. I tried to keep it together but the movement and feel of her
calves against it was a virtual foot-job. ?Are you going blast for me again,
old kinky man?? she teased. The thought was too humiliating to contemplate yet
her sheer domination using her combat skills had me too aroused for it to
subside. ?I?m going to make you give it up then put you to right to sleep? she
taunted in a confident tone. She began jerking my head hard to one side then
the other. ?Don?t fight it, old man. I?m too good" she jeered thrusting her
crotch against my back a bit too enthusiastically for my liking. It was too
much. The overwhelming feeling of being overpowered by the skilled teen was
more than I could cope with. ?Nnnrr? a massive blast jerked my whole being
wedging my throat even tighter into her unyielding arm. ?Nnnnr!? it got
tighter and tighter around my neck. ?Nnnnarrrrr!? an almighty blast thrust my
neck tighter into her arms sending me into oblivion with her triumphant cries
ringing in my ears.

I awoke in confusion not really knowing where I was except that it was outside
somewhere and how I got there I did not know. As I slowly regained my senses
and began to get to my feet, the embarrassing memories returned of my deep
humiliation making me feel bad. The sticky goo in my pants became an extremely
shameful reminder of my reactions and I prayed that nobody saw me in this
state. Finally getting my bearings I made my way back to where I parked the
car. During the walk I decided to check my phone and was astonished by the
huge number of posts on social media. The posts of my pictures of the secret
development plans had gone viral being picked up by the local protest groups
raising it?s profile to the national BBC news website. The response from local
and central Government politicians was typical denying that such plans
existed, criticising the corporation for publishing fake news while saying how
essential such development would be for the national and local economy i.e.
their bank-balances. Reaching the car, I got in and headed for home hoping
that no-one was in to see me in this state so I could change without drawing
further attention to my shame.