Sugar and spice and everything not so nice
By Kandor
Three young teen girls find the power in their lithe legs is very effective against obnoxious older boys
update: 12/11/1997 to kandor

	Corey smiled to herself as she kicked her way up the long driveway to her 
home, clouds of dust rising behind her. School was nearly over for the summer, 
it looked like her dance teacher was going to pick her for a trip to the coast 
for July and Billy, her boyfriend, had asked her to a hot pre-vacation dance 
just today. She smiled to herself, her pretty green eyes flashing. Life was good 
and getting better, and the happy 13-year-old blonde couldn't be more satisfied 
with it.
	Just then, her two best friends, Melissa and Erica, rode up on their 
bikes. The two girls, 12 and 14 respectively, were laughing as they talked back 
and forth between them, their fast-spinning tires kicking up clouds of dust in 
Corey's driveway. They skidded to a stop in front of Corey.
	"Hey, 'Lissa, Erica, whassup?" Corey asked, smiling.
	"Nothing much," Melissa said. "Just came from soccer practice, saw Erica 
coming out of band, so we figured we'd come over see what you're doing. Anything 
new?"
	"Just that Rick's coming home from college for the summer pretty soon," 
Corey said, pouting. "That'll suck for sure. God, he's such a jerk to me."
	"Always was, always will be," Melissa laughed. "Gotta suck having an older 
brother. When Scottie gets outta hand, I just turn it loose on him and he shuts 
up pretty quick. Course he is only 8 and when he gets bigger, he might win, but 
for now I'll just keep kicking the crap out of him! Maybe he'll always be afraid 
of me because of it."
	"Hope so," Erica chimed in, brushing the dust off her long, lean legs 
exposed in her shorts. "I do it with Timmy, to."
	The girls laughed and talked and walked slowly toward Corey's house, all 
agreeing that brothers could be such dorks and trying to decide the best way to 
deal with them.
	"Guns, anyone got a gun?" Melissa asked in mock seriousness to the 
laughter of the others. "Knives can do it, a knife will definitely do it. 
Baseball bats? All those idiots play ball, we've got bats at my house."
	"C'mon, Missy, be serious," Corey said, but still laughing. "I mean it, 
Rick's such a jerk to me when we're together, I really want a way to put him in 
his place, but he's so much bigger and stronger."
	"Jeez, Core, I dunno," Erica said, eyeing her lean, rugged blonde friend 
up and down. "You've been dancing your whole life, you've got one tough looking 
body."
	Corey and Melissa stopped in their tracks and stared at Erica.
	"No, no, no, you jerks, you know I don't mean it like that," Erica said, 
aggravated. "I mean you're tough, you've got a tough bod, a mean figure. Your 
arms, look at 'em, they're all sinewy and hard, and those legs..Corey, EVERY guy 
in junior high checks out those legs, girl, even the teachers! Look at those 
calves, for cryin' out loud, and those thighs! Not many chicks have muscles like 
that in their legs."
	"Really, Core, those pipes are something else," Melissa chimed in. "I 
remember that from last year, the guys were gawking at them even then. Remember 
in cheerleading practice, Tommy from the football team? Remember you doing calf 
raises to stretch out your legs and how he ran smack into the goal post checking 
them out? Damn, that was funny."
	The three girls laughed and continued to walk. Corey checked out her own 
legs as they did. The girls were right, she had some mean legs for a 13-year-
old.
	"Yeah, what about you guys?" she shot back at her friends with a smile. 
"Missy, you play soccer, you got a nice body, too. And Erica, you're just tall 
and lean and pretty nice yourself. I think all three of us could do a tune on 
those clowns."
	The girls chatted some more on the way to the house then ran inside to 
talk some more, eventually switching the subject to other things, like music, 
boys, videos, boys, sports, boys, boys and then...boys. But always at the backs 
of their minds were the annoyances that older boys could be and how they could 
be dealt with. The seeds had been planted and were growing in the young girls' 
minds, needing only a little water to make them sprout to fruition.
	That water would soon be home...

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	Melissa was out in her back yard the following week, booting a soccer ball 
off her garage wall. No one else was home or she'd have caught hell for doing 
it. She liked working out alone with no one to bother her. The long, brown hair 
she sported hung in sweaty strands in her face as she ran back and forth 
retrieving the ball, kicking it, scooping it in, and kicking it again. She was 
so into it, she didn't hear the car stop out on the street, nor the door slam, 
nor the footsteps. She didn't know anyone was there until she heard his voice.
	"You call that a soccer kick?" the boy said condescendingly. "Christ, my 
mother can kick a ball better than that."
	"Hello, Jason," Melissa said, barely looking the gawky 18-year-old's way. 
"Home from college so soon? What, they don't have remedial courses for you 
retards in the summer."
	She laughed out loud at her own joke, wishing her girlfriends were there 
to share it. Jason fumed.
	"Funny, thunder thighs, real funny," he shot back.
	Melissa bristled and looked at her legs. She wore baggy soccer shorts, 
socks and sneakers, and her legs were kinda thick and hard, not all lean and 
sinewy like Corey's, so she most definitely did not have thunder thighs. Round 
and rugged, yes. Thunderous, no. She glared at Jason.
	"Bite me," she snarled.
	"You should be so lucky," he growled back.
	"Not without a rabies shot," she sneered.
	He took a step closer. She wheeled and shot out a foot to blast the ball 
right at his crotch, a dead-on shot from 20 feet away. It was kicked so hard, he 
couldn't block it and went down in a heap on his knees, hands over his crotch, 
eyes crossed in pain. His cheeks bellowed in and out as he tried to catch his 
breath. The ball rolled back to Melissa, who calmly scooped it up in her foot 
and tucked it under her arm as she walked up to the moaning teenager at her 
feet. She didn't even smile.
	"You wanted something, Jason?" she asked evenly.
	"I...I was gonna offer to help...with your soccer," he lied. "I am all-
state, you know..."
	"Christ, I hope you're not a goalie with hands like that," she chuckled to 
herself, turning to walk away. "Thanks anyway, I don't want, or need, your 
help."
	She got halfway across the lawn when she heard his crashing footsteps. 
Turning to face him, she almost managed to cut away from his lunging shoulder, 
but not quite. He caught her in the midsection, driving her back across the 
grass and crashing to it as the ball exploded from her grip and bounced far 
away. He came to rest astride her, sitting on her belly, pinning her hands to 
her sides. His hands still cupped his groin as he sat hard on her, subduing her 
struggles.
	"Funny, Melissa, real funny," he growled, his face still contorted in 
pain. "You're gonna pay for that, girl. Think I'll just sit here and pin you 
until your friends come by."
	Melissa smiled up at him and didn't move, which she hoped would throw him 
off  to relax just enough for her to try something. It did, and as Jason sat 
still, she threw her legs up behind him and managed to hook her feet under his 
arms, pulling him back down. The tables quickly turned as she had his shoulders 
pinned to the grass now, her feet over his shoulders, his legs flailing in the 
air.
	"Better yet, Jase, why don't we sit here and wait until your friends come 
by?" Melissa teased, looking over his butt down into his reddened face.
	"You...can't..do this..." Jason growled, trying to throw his legs back 
over his own head to try getting away from Melissa. "I'm...."
	"All-state?" Melissa laughed. "All-state, is that what you're trying to 
say, Jason, all-state? Hah!"
	She kept him pinned for a few seconds more, a 6-1, 220 pound college 
athlete strapped to the ground in the legs and feet of a 12-year-old junior high 
school girl. Realizing how silly it must look, Melissa started to giggle, which 
only served to infuriate Jason more. He struggled harder. So Melissa added to 
his embarrassment and torture; she snuggled up close to his back, clamped her 
hard thighs around his upper chest and locked her ankles in a grinding 
scissorlock, at the same time, pinching his face in the crossed clamp of her 
sweaty sneakers. He was fuming mad but totally helpless as Melissa's thighs 
tightened around his sides, bending his ribs and her smelly sneakers rubbed into 
his face. She giggled louder now as she held him helpless against the ground, 
pinned by her feet, squeezed by her legs.
	"C'mon, Melissa, enough!" Jason cried, eyes shut against the pain of her 
scissors and the embarrassment of being a college man pinned flat to the ground 
by a 12-year-old girl. "Let me up and I won't go so hard on you."
	"What?" Melissa barked, punching down harder on her scissors to make Jason 
jump in pain. "Hard on ME? Who's got who in a scissorhold and who's got whose 
face jammed in their sneakers...college boy!"
	Jason squirmed and struggled for 15 minutes and for 15 minutes, Melissa's 
legs squeezed the air from him and her sneakers clamped and pinched his face. 
His energy spent, Jason lay still now, begging for mercy.
	"Hey, Jase, look who's coming," Melissa said, lying as she squinted her 
eyes to pretend she was looking at someone approach. "It's Janey, your 
girlfriend. She doesn't see us yet, but she will. Jane! Hey, Jane!!"
	And that's when Jason started to cry. Real tears, real loud, real sobs. He 
was begging for mercy in the worst, most humiliating way.
	"Please....Melissa., please.......don't do this.....let go...you win, you 
win, I submit, just let..me...go..." he sobbed, chest heaving as much as it 
could with his ribs squeezed in the pre-teen girl's lithe legs.
	She laughed down at his face and then let go. He jumped up, or tried to, 
and stumbled to his feet, spinning around to face Jane. When he realized she 
wasn't there and Melissa had played a joke on him, he was furious. He turned to 
face her, angry.
	"You...." he stammered.
	"Don't you say it, Jason, you'll be sorry," Melissa warned, shaking a 
finger at him.
	"BITCH!!" he roared.
	"Hey," she shrugged. "I warned you."
	With that, she leaped up from a standing position and nailed him in the 
chest with a flying drop kick, her ratty sneakers blasting off his hard pecs and 
sending him flying backwards to crash into the garage. He bounced off like a rag 
doll and crumpled to his knees. Melissa laughed, walked over to him, stood him 
up and did it again, nailing him in the face this time, the hard rubber cleats 
punching his mouth and nose. His head snapped back hard and he flopped to his 
back, nearly unconscious. She walked up behind him and sat down. Lifting his 
head, she pulled it back into her crotch as she spread her legs, draping her 
hard thighs around his ears and locking up her ankles to rest her crossed feet 
on his belly. She had him in a full headscissors now and started slowly to pour 
on the pressure until it registered in Jason's groggy brain where he was and he 
started to squirm.
	"Uh-uh, you're not going anywhere, college boy," Melissa hissed, relocking 
her ankles and watching her young thighs bulge around his skull. "I've got the 
legs to keep you here as long as I want. Only wish I had a cell phone out here, 
I'd really call Janey and tell her to come over and learn how to control a 
college wimp like you!"
	Jason's hands shot to the smooth legs holding him. He was amazed in that 
they weren't real muscular, just hard, but they were so easily controlling him. 
He tried pulling her socked ankles apart but couldn't do it. In only a few 
moments, the corded insides of Melissa's thighs were cutting into his neck 
arteries and stars swam before his eyes. She knew it, too; this is the scissors 
she used to knock out her annoying little brother when he got out of hand.
	"OK, I'll ease up," she said, doing just that, but then folding up her 
right leg to dig her thin calf into his throat for a figure-four. "But I've got 
a treat for you."
	As she put a slight choke hold on with her slim lower leg, Melissa untied 
the soccer shoe on that foot and took it off, peeling off the sweat sock as 
well. Her small foot glistened in the sun and Jason watched it with his fading 
peripheral vision, fearing the worst. Those fears would soon be realized.
	"No, Melissa, come on, please..." he begged, pulling at the calf of that 
foot to get it out of his neck. It didn't budge. "Jesus, I can smell it from 
her."
	"Oh, you can?" Melissa teased, running her fingers between her grimy toes 
to come up with the tips soiled. "Then this should be REAL nasty!!"
	With that, she retightened the figure-four scissors and then jammed those 
grimed-up fingers right into Jason's nostrils. He gagged from the choke of her 
calf and the stench of her fingers, but Melissa stayed with him, pushing her 
fingers in deeper.
	"Smell 'em!" she roared. "Smell 'em or I'll scissor your head off your 
shoulders!!"
	He knew she could as he felt that calf dig deeper into his neck, pushing 
his windpipe closer to closing, as her thighs sliced into his arteries again. He 
held his breath and then just inhaled as deeply as he could through his nose, 
the foul stench of her sweaty feet tearing through his olfactory system and 
making him gag. The wretching blew Melissa's fingers right out of his nose and 
she laughed, wiping the goo on his shirt.
	"OK, you're a good boy, you obeyed me," she giggled, letting up the 
scissors only a little to reach down and grab the ankle of her naked foot. 
"Here's your reward!"
	With that, she pulled her foot up and in and just rubbed it, every sweaty, 
stinky inch of it, all over Jason's moaning face. He could barely move now, he 
was so humiliated and exhausted from the whole experience, and Melissa laughed 
as she easily dominated him with just one little foot. She rubbed the sole onto 
his lips and nose and then mashed his whole face until he moaned. She finally 
released the scissor hold and stood up. Jason lay still, tears in his closed 
eyes, his face red from the humiliation and domination. Melissa stood on his 
chest, her 97 pounds barely felt on the athletic man's muscular body. Turning to 
face his head, she rudely jammed her naked toes into his nose, forcing him to 
smell them.
	"C'mon, one last sniff, Jason, you can do it," she teased. "Smell 'em."
	He did and she laughed before dragging the toes from his nose and then 
jamming them, all five, deep into his moaning mouth. She left them there until 
she felt his tongue against the sweaty digits as he tried to force the foot out 
of his mouth to let him breathe. She finally jumped off, laughing.
	"Take that back to college in the fall, all-state soccer player," she 
taunted, kneeling down to pull her sock and sneaker back on before walking into 
the house, leaving the defeated young man on her lawn, crying. "Any time you 
want another lesson, come see me!"

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	Erica worked out on the porch of her apartment house, second floor, in 
shorts and a tank top. She loved karate and all forms of the martial arts, loved 
the feeling of stretching her long, lean 14-year-old muscles, loved the 
stretching, loved the discipline. But mostly she loved the power it gave her, 
the thought that she could easily control someone not trained in the arts, with 
just her arms, her hands, her feet, her legs. She was a solid teen girl, not 
rugged and muscular like some of her friends, but tall and leggy and lithe. And 
as she worked out on the porch facing her street, she was oblivious to anything 
below, although living on a dead-end street meant not a lot of traffic, cars or 
people.
But even though she didn't hear anything, she felt eyes upon her. It was a knack 
she had, a skill she supposed came along with the heightened awareness of self 
and inner peace that the karate training had brought.
	That and 19-year-old Ronnie living just below her was a complete loser.
	"Hi, Ronnie, getting a good view again?" Erica said evenly, bending over 
to touch her toes, her chin at her knees, looking down through the floorboards 
of the porch to the surprised Ronnie below.
	"No, Erica, Jesus, what kind of pervert do you take me for?" he shot back 
up at her. "I was just, uh, getting the mail."
	She laughed. "Mail came this morning, liar."
	She knew his game. He'd sneak out on his porch below and watch the limber 
14-year-old above stretch and work out, usually in baggy shorts, meaning he 
might catch a glimpse of her panties underneath. Sick, she thought, but she also 
liked the idea it was driving him nuts.
	"You home from college already?" she asked, bouncing her head against her 
legs as she bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight. "They throw you 
out for copping looks in the girls' locker room again?"
	"Grow up, Erica," he said, flopping into a lounge chair on the porch.
	"Might say the same for you, big man," she laughed.
	She looked down at him. He was big, about 6-3 or so, and a solid 230 
pounds, a star linebacker on his college football team. She wondered. Then she 
acted.
	"Ronnie, come up her a sec, would you?" she said lightly. "I want to, uh, 
show you something."
	In seconds, the lumbering young man bounded up the back steps and rounded 
the corner to Erica's porch. He looked nervously around.
	"My family's gone for awhile, don't worry," she teased, turning to stretch 
some more, knowingly pulling the fabric of her short shorts up as she did, the 
long, lean hamstrings taut on the back of her young thighs. "I just wanted to 
ask you if you thought my training was coming along. I mean, you're an athlete 
and all, in good shape.."
	"Great shape," he corrected, making his pecs dance under his t-shirt.
	"...great shape," she continued. "So I figured you'd know if I, well, look 
OK"
	"Uh, yeah, you look fine, but jeez, Erica, you're what, 12?" he asked.
	"14!" she shot back, angry. "Whaddya think?"
	He gulped as he looked at her, her young body tanned, taut and tense. It 
was nothing outstanding, really, nothing muscular about it, but it was lean and 
athletic, looking like the body of, he thought, a 14-year-old girl. He started 
to regret coming up here, as she knew he would. He turned to leave.
	"Gotta go," he said nervously.
	"No, you don't," she answered.
	Out of nowhere, Erica had appeared before him, stopping him dead in his 
tracks. He looked surprised.
	"I want to show you what I've learned in karate, Ronnie," she said. "Want 
to see?"
	"Uh, no, not really, I think that stuff is stupid," he said. "You really 
think someone as small as you could take someone as big as me, just because you 
know a few moves? C'mon, little girl."
	She bristled and stood right up to him. At 5-2, the top of her head was at 
his chest,so she had to crane her neck to look into his face. Which was 
laughing. Which angered her more.
	"Oh, so you think it's funny, you think I can't do things because I'm so 
much smaller than you, is that it?" she growled.
	"Yeah," he laughed. "That's it."
	She laughed. Barely taking a full step back, she somehow managed to swing 
one foot up, doing a standing split as she did, hardly bending her back at all, 
and deliver a stinging slap to his face with her naked foot. He looked shocked  
- and angry - but had no time to react as Erica switched feet and did the same 
with her other barefoot. Like lightening, she pummeled his stunned face, back 
and forth, her lithe legs slicing through the air, her feet punching his face, 
snapping his head this way and that, until he fell to his knees, absolutely 
bewildered and groggy.
	She jumped back into a karate stance, with a loud "HAH!" and waited for 
him to get up. He did, struggling to his feet, as angry as he'd ever been, which 
would work to Erica's advantage. He lumbered at her, and she ducked out of the 
way, taking him down with a foot sweep. Springing back up gracefully, she 
watched as he thundered face down onto the porch. She giggled. He jumped back to 
his feet and came at her again, 230 pounds of pissed-off college man, blinded by 
rage and humiliation. This time, Erica jumped up and grabbed a hanging chin-up 
bar she had on the porch ceiling and spread her legs wide. He ran right into the 
mousetrap of her legs, her slim thighs clamping shut instantly around his head, 
crushing his ears as her slender ankles locked tight behind him. His eyes shut 
against the pain as his hands grabbed the thin thighs holding him, his huge 
hands almost as wide in their grip as Erica's young thighs.
	"Enough tests of the lower body...for now," she said. "Let's do some upper 
body stuff!!"
	With that, Erica threw herself forward into a roll, taking Ronnie with her 
in her scissors. She released her legs as she completed the roll, tossing him 
with a resounding crash, skidding across the porch where he came up in a sitting 
position, banging his head on the far railing. He was angrier still, though a 
bit groggy from her leg squeeze-and-toss.
	"C'mon big man, come and get me," she teased, bending into a fighting 
stance. "Let me have it!"
	Ronnie roared at her again and this time she stopped him dead in his 
booming tracks with a vicious backhand rap to the side of the head, followed by 
a stinging slap with her other hand. He straightened up, stunned, and stared 
down at her, his eyes wet with anger and humiliation. He lunged at her but she 
was gone.
	Erica popped up behind the big man, jumping up and wrapping herself around 
him like a snake, her arms coiling around his neck, her long, lean legs clamping 
to his sides. She rode him around the porch like a bucking bronco.
	"C'mon, big fella, just go down and let me finish you off," she growled 
into his ear, as she bent his head forward in a full nelson. "Hit your knees! 
That's it, now back on your butt..perfect!"
	She had him where she wanted him now, sitting between her legs, which she 
full extended to lock on the rib-bending bodyscissors. She reworked her arms so 
one came up around the sides of his thick, muscular neck. She locked it on tight 
and pulsed her forearm tendons into one side of his neck and her slender but 
hard biceps onto the other.
	"Ah, the sleeper hold!" she hissed into his ear, jamming it on tighter 
now, punching the arm into his neck and the legs into his sides. "I hear you 
college guys like to sleep a lot! Here's your chance!"
	And in 15 seconds, after twitching and mumbling and begging for mercy, 
Ronnie was out in the arms and legs of his 14-year-old upstairs neighbor. Erica 
giggled and relaxed her sleeper/scissors hold and he slumped to the floor. She 
stood up and looked out over the railing where a convertible was slowly passing 
by. Rick looked up at her and flipped her the finger disdainfully. She flipped 
him the bird in return, laughing, as she looked back at Rick's friend lying 
unconscious on her porch.

		+++++++++++++++++++++++

	Jason was driving down the street slowly as Rick drove up to him. The two 
cars met in the middle of the dead-end street and the two young men talked, 
Jason rubbing his face, Rick's eyes bulging wide.
	"She did what? With her what?" the tall, muscular redheaded college track 
star squealed. "Oh, man, you let a 12-year-old girl do that to you?"
	"Shut up," Jason said, eyes closed in embarrassment. "I only told you 
since you're here, you're bigger and stronger than me, I dunno, maybe you want 
to go back and do something about it with me."
	"You're on, dude," Rick said, gunning his engine. "Nobody does that to my 
friends, I don't care how young they are!"
	The two college men raced up to Melissa's house, stormed out and rang the 
bell. Melissa answered. She was alone, standing there with a bowl of popcorn in 
her sweaty clothes and shorts, and no shoes and socks.
	"What do you losers want?" she said, slowly munching her popcorn.
	"You kicked my friend's ass," Rick said angrily. "You have to answer to 
me."
	"Sure," Melissa said calmly, putting down the bowl. "Step outside."
	The three of them did, to the isolated side yard. She stood between them, 
lost in the shadow of Jason's 6-1 frame and Rick's massive 6-5 body. She was 
dwarfed but exceedingly confident as she looked first from one to the other.
	"OK, one at a time or both at once," she said before launching into 
action, not waiting for an answer from the men stunned at so bold a question. 
"Forget it, I like 2-on-1!!"
	She tossed her right arm up around Jason's neck for a side headlock, 
leaping up to do it, crushing her biceps around his neck and in the same motion, 
throwing her thin legs up to catch Rick's. Her lithe calves locked around his 
throat, the little muscle crushing his Adam's apple, the other one strapped 
across the back of his neck, as her ankles locked up to scissor him even 
tighter. She stood like that, controlling both, one in her arm, the other in her 
legs, her tense, pre-teen body bridged between them, before snapping forward to 
roll them both across the lawn. They came up to sitting positions, Melissa 
behind them, standing. She ran up to them and grabbed their hair to pull them 
back flat on the grass, moving them closer together until they were side by 
side.
	"Gotta make this quick," she told them. "I told Corey I'd be over her 
house in a little while."
	With that, she easily lay behind the men's heads, lifted them up and then 
slipped her smooth legs under and around them, locking Rick's throat in her 
thighs and Jason's in her calves, for a double neckscissors lock. She barely had 
enough room left to lock up her ankles, but she did, and the men gagged and 
bucked and bridged against the leggy onslaught. Melissa leaned up on her elbow, 
calmly looking down at the two men, eight and nine years her senior and twice 
her size, being held so easily in the clamp of her little legs. She smiled and 
relocked her ankles to rework the hold, concentrating  her squeeze on the inner 
thighs and her calves. She felt the men's windpipes close and heard them wheeze 
and gag, their faces rapidly going from red to blue. Seconds later, they were 
out.
	Melissa jumped up and onto their chests, one foot on each. She was so 
light, the in-and-out breathing motion of their bodies lifted and dropped her 
with each breath. She giggled. As the two came around, she walked forward, 
standing now fully on their faces, the bottoms of her naked feet on their mouths 
and chins, her toes digging into their noses. They gagged against the smell and 
embarrassment as they fully awoke now and found the pre-teen girl's sweaty, 
stinky toes jammed up their nostrils.
	"Better than smelling salts, huh dudes?" she teased.
	She finally jumped off and ran toward the house.
	"Gotta get going, guys, wish I could stay and play all day!" she teased in 
a sing-song voice. "Hey, maybe I'll see you at your house later, Rick!"
	Rick sat up, angrily rubbing the stink from his face.
	"Oh, bet on it girl," he growled, elbowing the groggy Jason to get up.

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	Ronnie stumbled down the stairs toward his apartment as Rick and Jason 
drove by, stopping to talk to him. He didn't say anything about why he was 
looking so ragged, how the legs and arms of a teen girl had just laid his big 
body down for a beating. But neither did Jason nor Rick. They just talked about 
stuff and said they were going to Rick's for awhile. Ronnie jumped in Rick's car 
for the ride, but as Jason looked up he saw Erica standing on the porch above, 
laughing, flipping him off. Angry, he turned off his engine and jumped out. One 
girl had already beaten him up today, twice, and he wasn't about to stand for 
more humiliation from her friend.
	"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," he said, walking toward Erica's 
apartment house. "I've gotta tell this girl something about manners."
	Ronnie looked up where Erica was standing, middle finger extended. He 
gulped.
	"Uh, Jason, maybe you better just come with us," he tried.
	"I'll be right there," he called back.
	Ronnie shrugged and looked at Rick. Both looked like they were harboring 
an embarrassing secret but didn't say anything. Rick sped away, Ronnie's long 
hair waving in the wind as he did.
	Jason bounded up the stairs to confront the cocky Erica and found her, 
sitting casually in a lounge chair.
	"Can I help you, college boy?" she asked derisively. "Did Ronnie tell you 
what happened to him?"
	Jason looked confused. "No, what?"
	She smiled and stood up. "Why don't you come here and find out for 
yourself? If you're man enough for me...college boy!"
	Incensed, Jason charged her but Erica stood firm, arms open and a second 
later was lifting the huge young man off the porch floor, her arms locked around 
his sides in a bearhug. Erica's hands joined at the small of his back, which was 
now arched against the pain. Jason's hands pushed down on the top of Erica's 
small head to try worming his way out of the hold but she didn't budge. She 
wasn't a muscular girl, but a smart one, with training, and knew how to 
concentrate the squeeze of her arms into his sides and back as she ground the 
air from his lungs and put painful pressure on his spine.
	"Where are Ronnie and Rick going?" she demanded, looking up into his 
agonized face, her teeth gritted in power and concentration.
	"To.....Corey's....house..."Jason whimpered. "Please...let...go...my 
back...you're breaking....it..."
	"OK, I'll let go," she said. "With my arms!!!"
	She let him fall to the floor but quickly lay beside him to scoot her long 
legs around his midsection. He was on his belly, she on her side, one thigh 
gripping his muscular abdominals, the other laced across the small of his back, 
the one she'd just worked over in her arms.Instantly, she locked up, knifing the 
legs into his guts and spine. He stiffened against the pain and arched his back, 
his hands shooting back to the little scissoring legs. Eyes shut against the 
agony, his mouth opened in a pained howl.
	"I could snap your spine in my scissor grip, you know," she hissed, 
leaning up on one arm to look down at him trapped in her small legs, her ankles 
barely able to cross on the other side of his brawny body. "I know how to do it! 
Wanna see?!"
	"Noooooooooo!" he howled.
	Erica tightened her grip, slicing her potent 14-year-old legs deeper into 
his back. Jason's legs started to tingle, then went numb. He couldn't feel 
anything in them, nor could he move them. He panicked.
	"You busted my back!!" he shrieked. "Stop it, you paralyzed me!!"
	Erica giggled and let him go, laughing more as she watched him drag 
himself across the porch floor by his powerful arms, his legs dragging uselessly 
behind him. She knew she'd just put his limbs to sleep in her crushing scissors, 
but she let him think he was a paraplegic for a few minutes.
	"Crawl back to your car, maggot," she said, walking up over his legs and 
back, stomping on his head as she danced down the stairs. "And get over to 
Rick's. Those boys are gonna need your help!"
	By the time he made the stairs, Jason's legs were functioning again, 
albeit much more weakly. And his anger increased that much more as he watched 
Erica jump on her bike and race toward Rick's house.

		++++++++++++++++++++++++++

	Corey knew without hearing him say a word that Rick was really mad at 
something, though she didn't know what. He stormed into the house and starting 
flinging stuff around knowing just his little sister was home. If mom and dad 
were there, his behavior would be much less violent. But when Rick and Corey 
were alone, he tended to berate and abuse her, and she hated him for that. And 
to make it worse, his idiot friend, Ronnie, was there, too, egging him on.
	"Damn it, I can't believe she did that to us, I just can't believe it!" 
Rick growled, stomping off toward his room, Ronnie close behind.
	"She made us pass out, Rick, pass right out," Ronnie whispered, but loud 
enough for Corey to hear. "Nobody's made me pass out like that, especially a 
girl."
	"Will you shut the hell up, asshole," Rick snapped. "Corey's got good 
ears."
	"Yes, I do, so what happened?" Corey said, stepping around the corner to 
where Rick and Ronnie stood in Rick's room.
	"Nothing, nothing, now screw before I teach you a lesson," Rick spat at 
his little sister.
	"You're so rude to me, you big jerk, you're gonna push me too far one of 
these days," she yelled back at him. "Erica and Melissa are right, we gotta 
fight back."
	Rick and Ron eyed each other and then her.
	"What about Melissa?" Ron asked.
	Corey rambled on about how they were talking the other day and said there 
are ways to control guys but she didn't know what she meant, but the next time 
Melissa came over, she was going to ask.
	"When's Melissa coming over?" Rick asked.
	"Today," Corey said. "Soon. Why?"
	"Call her, tell her to stay the hell away from this house when I'm home 
this summer, you got that?" Rick screamed at his little sister.
	"No, I won't, you can't make me," she said, standing up to him, her face 
level with his chest.
	"We'll see about that!"
	Rick lunged for his sister to take her over his knee, but she quickly 
sidestepped him and came up behind him to roll into his feet, sending him 
crashing to his back. He slammed into the bed and Corey fell onto it, legs 
spread, his head in between them as he sat on the floor. Corey remembered what 
the girls said about her small but strong-looking legs and instinctively closed 
them around her brother's skull, locking her feet and squeezing him hard in her 
thighs. Rick screamed as Corey gripped the sheets of the bed to lift her little 
rump off the mattress and pour on the pressure. She was wearing t-shirt and 
white running shorts that exposed every inch of her long, lean, girl thighs. 
They rippled ever-so slightly with a little bit of muscle, not a lot, but just 
enough to highlight the strength within, as her brother was finding out. His 
hands shot to her locked calves before his moaning face and he tried to pull 
them apart. It just made Corey squeeze that much harder.
	"Oh, no, not again," Ronnie moaned from the doorway as he watched his 
friend's face redden from anger and pain in Corey's hard scissorhold.
	"Again, what  do you mean, again?" she asked through clenched teeth.
	"Nothing, nothing," he answered nervously.
	"Ron, you tell me now or your friend gets a concussion!" Corey said, 
redoubling her efforts at squeezing her brother's head in her thighs and 
succeeding in making him moan out loud. "Tell me NOW!!"
	"Uh, Melissa, uh, just sorta did that to, um, well, us, awhile ago," he 
said, ashamed by the confession. "Jeez, you guys take a class for this or 
something?"
	Corey laughed and lay back on the bed, retightening the headscissors on 
her groaning brother. Ronnie thought it might be a good time to sneak around the 
side of the bed and try helping his friend escape. He thought wrong. Corey 
waited for him to come around and then sprang into action, somehow twisting to 
the side to snake him into a sleeper hold, her little girl arm roping around his 
neck to cut off his circulation. He went white, red and then blue before he 
passed out within seconds. Down below, Rick was babbling his submission but 
Corey just focused the squeeze on those inner thighs and seconds later, Rick was 
also out like a light. She peeled his head from her thin thighs and walked out 
of the room, laughing.
	The bell rang and Corey answered it. A sweaty Melissa was standing there 
in shorts, sneakers and t-shirt - and a big smile.
	"Gotta tell you something you won't believe," she said, coming inside.
	"And I gotta show you something YOU won't believe," Corey countered, 
leading the way to Rick's room.
	The girls stood there gawking at the sleeping men. Melissa asked what 
happened.
	"These happened," Corey giggled, patting her short, strong legs, then 
pointing to her arms, "and these."
	"Wow!" Melissa squealed. "Me, too!"
	"I know, they told me," Corey laughed. "Well, Ron told me after I 
threatened to split Rick's skull with my thighs if he didn't! Worked like a 
charm! Oh, man, I wish Erica were here!"
	The girls looked at each other with surprised delight as the bell rang and 
they heard Erica call from the front screen door. They raced out to let her in 
and fill her in on what happened. All three girls roared with laughter as they 
shared tales of each other destroying the young men, the much bigger young men, 
in their very young legs and arms. They were beside themselves with excitement, 
jumping up and down trying to tell what happened with each other.
	"This is wicked cool," Erica laughed. "I can't wait to do it again."
	"Well, wait until they come around and you can," Melissa said. "In fact, 
WE can!"
	"Hey, I told Jason to come over, after I bodyscissored him into thinking 
he was paralyzed," Corey said. "That's perfect, three on three!"
	Just then, Jason pulled up in his car and dragged himself to the door as 
Rick and Ron groggily walked out of the bedroom. When the three muscular young 
men saw the three gawky young girls, they bolted out the backdoor like scared 
rabbits. The girls giggled and gave chase, cornering them by the side of the 
house and then backing them slowly into the open garage, where Rick's 
weightlifting setup was. The girls looked at each other and smiled knowingly, 
reading each other's mind as to what to do. Letting out a blood-curdling yell, 
they launched themselves feet first at the three young men and flattened the 
trio with a triple blast of flying drop kick. The men bounced painfully off the 
wall and slumped to their butts, stunned.
	"Pick a man and go with it, girls!" Corey yelled to her friends, rubbing 
her hands in anticipatory glee. "Me, I've got a lot of scores to settle with my 
brother!"
	Corey ran over to where Rick was sitting against the wall, turned her 
back, knelt down and reached behind her for his head. She twisted him up into a 
standing position and somehow managed to hiproll his massive body over her 
little hip, slamming him backfirst to the cold concrete floor. The other girls 
laughed and high-fived each other as Corey strode up to Rick and got him to a 
sitting position, put a bare foot between his shoulder blades and grabbed his 
arms, yanking him by the hands into a painful surfboard, her foot digging into 
his spine, her slender girl arms pulling back on his thick, muscular ones. His 
head hung on his chest and he screamed in agony.
	"Atta girl, pull his arms out!!" Melissa barked as she ran over to where 
Ron was trying to stand up.
	She straddled his hanging head in her thin legs and let him continue to 
rise, taking her along for the ride. He thought he'd outwit her by hoisting her 
up on his shoulders and then snapping her off, but she closed her legs around 
his head, locking her ankles before his stunned face, and pouring on incredible 
pressure with her thighs. Ron's hands pulled and pawed at Melissa's tawny, taut 
legs to no avail. He bucked and thrashed to get her off but she stuck to his 
head as if her thighs were glued to his ears. And to make it worse, she reached 
up to grab a ceiling beam in the garage, hanging tight and putting even more 
pressure on.
	"Forget it, Ronnie boy, you cannot escape my headscissors!!" Melissa 
growled down at him. "You keep trying, I keep squeezing! Now quiet down and take 
it like a man!"
	Ron finally obeyed, now standing still and grimacing in pain as Melissa 
tightened her 12-year-old legs on his ears. His hands still pulled at her 
thighs; she squeezed harder.
"Put those hands down, now!" she barked. He obeyed and now stood completely 
still, a tiny slip of a girl wrapped around his head like a ribbon, torturing 
him in her thin-legged scissor grip.
	"Squeeeeeeze him tight!" Corey yelped from across the garage where she was 
still working the standing surfboard on her moaning brother. "Look at that, 
Rick, watch Melissa's thighs crush Ronnie! Oh, right, you've been there, you 
know!"
	Watching it all were Erica on one side of the garage and Jason on the 
other. He tried to run but she cut off the angle, taking him down with a flying 
headscissors, her sinewy thighs flying at him wide open and trapping his neck. 
She twisted to the side and  flung him across the hard floor. Jumping on him, 
she managed to get up to one knee and balance his spine across it, pushing down 
hard with one arm across his chest, the other on his legs, snapping on a hard 
backbreaker hold. He barked in pain as she used the fulcrum of her upraised 
thigh to crackle his vertebrae over it. All three girls cheered the others on.
	"Good girl, Erica, break his damn back!" Corey yelled.
	"Yeah, Core, twist his arms right outta the sockets!" Melissa yelped.
	"C'mon, Missy, I wanna see Jason's eyes pop right out, really scissor him 
in those thighs!!" Erica shouted up to Melissa.
	And so it went, each girl torturing a boy before trading off. When they 
broke the first round of holds, the boys all slumped to the floor, beaten, but 
the girls could not be stopped. Corey picked up the fallen Jason and wrapped her 
sinewy arms around his neck for a full nelson, adding her long legs to his ribs 
for a bodyscissors, torturing him in the middle of the floor. Melissa went to 
work on Rick's arms that were still sore from his little sister's surfboard, 
sitting on his back and twisting his arms far up the shoulderblades in a double 
hammerlock, scooting her legs out to capture his neck in her skinny calves, 
putting the scissors on as she tortured his arms. Erica trapped Ron in a 
grapevine, entwining his long legs with her short ones, barely able to get the 
hold on but still cause him severe pain. The sounds of the men's moans - and the 
girls' shouts of glee - filled the garage.
	"OK, three-on-one to finish them off, that sound good?" Corey yelled to 
the others, letting Jason out of her scissors/nelson combination. The other 
girls agreed.
	Seconds later, Corey lay on her side, her creamy, thin thighs laced tight 
around Jason's throat. Erica lay on her side, too, pumping her hard thighs into 
the man's guts, her thighs ribboned around his belly and back. And as the two 
little girls doubled their scissor power on the leg-tortured muscular young man, 
Melissa stood laughing at his head, brutally rubbing her nude, smelly foot into 
his face.
	"Open that mouth, that's it, open it or I'll have Corey slice that head 
right off in her scissors, and she can do it!" Melissa teased Jason.
	The man obeyed and meekly opened his mouth; Melissa shoved her foot in up 
to the toe knuckles and laughed as she felt his tongue slobber over the sweaty, 
smelly digits. Real tears ran down Jason's cheeks.
	"Put him out, girls, the others are coming around," Melissa said.
	Corey retightened her sinewy thighs and they sliced deeper into Jason's 
throat while Erica's own legs punched down hard, squeezing out what air was left 
in his lungs. 	In seconds, he was under and Melissa pulled her soggy foot 
from his mouth.
	"My turn to do the scissor anesthesia," Melissa laughed, laying down and 
rolling Jason out of the way.
	Erica fetched Ron and fitted his neck in Melissa's waiting thighs. Like a 
guillotine, the taut legs came together and the ankles locked as Melissa lay on 
her side, scissoring Ron's gagging neck. Corey took her place lower and did the 
scissor honors on his guts, taking great pleasure in feeling his useless hands 
pound her top thigh in an effort to get it off him. Both girls tightened up 
anew.
	"Take the shoes and socks off, girl, and touch up his face a bit!" Melissa 
told Erica.
	The little blonde giggled and obeyed, slipping off her white socks and 
soiled sneakers. The other girls held their noses in mock disgust and then 
hooted wildly as Erica stepped forward to totally mash her sweaty, slimy foot 
all over Ron's face that was rapidly reddening in Melissa's neckscissors.
	"God...stink...no....please..." he begged.
	Erica laughed. "Damn, this is fun, I should've thought of this before!"
	She pinched Ron's nose in between her toes now, grinding the nostrils into 
the gritty clamp of them, her sole across his mouth. Between the lack of air 
from a foot covering his face, a pair of 12-year-old thighs scissoring his neck 
and a 13-year-old crushing his midsection in her legs, Ron passed out cold.
	The girls shook him free from their legs and feet and focused on Rick, who 
was rising to his feet. He looked frightened, more frightened than he'd ever 
looked in his life, Corey thought. Smiling.
	"Please, please, please, don't hurt me again, Corey, Missy, Erica, I beg 
you," he whimpered as he fell to his knees, hands folded before him. "Please!!"
	The girls laughed and walked up to him. Melissa and Erica each grabbed an 
arm, fell to their butts and then raised their feet, putting one under each arm, 
the other alongside his head. They worked on his arms, stretching them out as 
they pinched his face between their naked feet. He yelled in pain. Corey stood 
before him, laughing.
	"Oh, this is only a little payback for the years of grief you caused me, 
big brother," she yelled in his pained face as she bent to him. "Only a 
little!!"
	With that, she stepped back and began a brutal onslaught of punching, 
slapping and kicking him in the face that was being held immobile by her 
girlfriends. Corey kept up the slaughter until the girls tired and on the last 
punch, they let go and he crashed to his back. She wasn't about to stop, 
however, and hauled him over to his weight bench, laying him on it, his head 
hanging over the end. She sat on his chest now, pulling his face up and securing 
his ears in her thighs, lacing the scissors on tight until his face was bright 
red as it faced her.
	"Lights out, bro," she hissed and cocked her arm.
	With brutal precision, Corey unleashed a crushing jab to Rick's eyes, one 
after another, his head unable to move or snap back as it was held immobile in 
his little sister's scissor hold. She nailed him at least a dozen punches before 
her hand tired and his eyes were a mass of purple and black. By the time she 
unlocked her thighs, he was out like a light. The three girls stood, arms around 
each other, surveying the damage they'd done to three fully grown men, big, 
muscular college athletes. Three girls, 12, 13 and 14, laid waste to three male 
bodies  - and male egos. They walked into the house, laughing, for some 
lemonade.
	"I can hardly wait for school to start in the fall," Corey said. "There 
are some boys there I'd like to have a few words with."
	The girls giggled and heard moans coming from the garage. They clinked 
lemonade glasses together as they raised them high before heading back to where 
the men where just starting to wake up....