Melissa The College Years  
by Madman



It has been a while since I told you how I organized the Girls Wrestling Club
in high school to beat up and dominate all the wimpy boys. It was so much fun
and we made them give us their lunch money, do our homework and do anything we
ordered them to do.

Now I was entering State University on an athletic scholarship for rugby. I
wanted to live, and was approved by a group of female athlete students in a
large house they rented near the campus. The house had six bedrooms, each
lived in by two girls, so there were twelve of us

It was kind of like a sorority, but it was not an official one. We preferred
it this way so we didn't have to live with all those official rules, such as
no boys of alcohol is n the house. It was not easy living there as we could
not afford a "house mother." Even though we all had athletic scholarships,
they were only partial ones. Girls did not get full rides like the boys who
played football or basketball. We could not get jobs because of all the time
we spent on training or participating in our sport.

Still, it was a lot of fun living in our house. I became very close to my
roommate, Kelly. She was a beautiful girl, but quite a bit smaller than me. I
am 5'9 and weigh 158 lbs of muscle. Kelly is only about 5'4 and 130 lbs. she
has wavy dark brown hair and brilliant green eyes. She has a great figure with
full breasts, a small waist and strong shapely legs.

In high school, Kelly was miss everything. A state champion swimmer, she was
also the head cheerleader, student council president and homecoming queen. She
was also the leader of the mean girls clique and loved humiliating the boys
that she didn't like. She made her senior prom date rent the most expensive
tuxedo and buy her an expensive white orchid corsage She made him take her to
dinner at the most expensive restaurant and rent a deluxe limo for just the
two of them. At the prom, it is traditional for the prom queen and her date,
whose name was Sam Powers to dance the first song while all their classmates
watched. .. . When Sam approached her for the dance, she proclaimed "Why would
a girl like me dance with a jerk like you?" The humiliated and broke boy
struggled to withhold his tears as he left the prom. I loved that story and
felt so glad to have Kelly as a roommate. I had a good idea of how we could
solve our house mother problem and Kelly could be very helpful in doing so.

I explained to the other girls how we could get a boy to do anything we wanted
him to do for free. It's very easy to control a guy. We only had to break him
down physically, mentally and sexually. With Kelly's help, I could break a boy
physically and mentally tonight and the sexual breakdown would be done very
soon afterwards. . Kelly and I had fun getting ready to go to a campus bar to
find or victim. She wore a tight white halter top with a pink miniskirt and
white tennis shoes. I wore a yellow tank top, a very short plaid skirt and
high heeled black fashion boots. We went heavy on the eye makeup and lipstick
and ended up looking hot as hell and very slutty We went to a bar near the
campus and it didn't take long for us to spot our victim. Sitting at the bar,
was a guy who looked like he thought he was God's gift to women. He had a
diamond stud earring and overly processed immaculate hair. He was wearing a
black shirt with several of the top buttons open with a gaudy gold necklace.
He wore tight designer jeans and Air Jordan tennis shoes

We walked, or rather sauntered past him. Kelly stopped and coyly looked at him
while sweeping her hair toward him in an obvious flirting gesture. With an
amazing grasp of the obvious, the boy said " what's a couple of hot chicks
like you doing in a joint like this?"

"Looking for a stud muffin like you," Kelly responded. We got him to join us
at a table and found out his name was Zachary. When he offered to buy us a
drink, we both requested screwdrivers with top shelf vodka. When mixed with
orange juice, it is impossible to distinguish top shelf from cheaper vodka,
but we wanted to make him spend as much money as possible. As we chatted,
Kelly and I each had two drinks, plus Kelly, accidently on purpose spilled a
drink to make him buy her another one.

When we told him that we were from the athlete's house, Zach seemed quite
intrigued. I told him that he looked to be in very good shape and suggested
that we arm wrestle. He readily agreed and we positioned our arms on our
table. I pushed just hard enough to stalemate it for about thirty seconds,
then I let him slowly force my arm down to the table

"You're very strong," I told him in my most flattering tone . . Then, what he
said made me want to beat the shit out of him right there. Zack said "You're
pretty strong for a girl."

After a little more small talk, I told him that I loved to wrestle and asked
him if he wanted to come to our house Saturday around one in the afternoon and
wrestle with me

"Sure babe," he replied. "I'd love to roll around with a hot chick like you."
Now that we had set things up, Kelly and I left the bar. I don't think I could
have tolerated spending any more time with this creep.

Saturday afternoon, right on time, sack came to wrestle with me. Kelly let him
in and brought him downstairs to our makeshift gym. Although we all had access
to the school's high tech workout gym, we also had some equipment in our
basement. We had a weight bench with barbells and Dumbbells. We also had a
treadmill and some mats for aerobics or floor exercises.

Lisa and Jessie were with me in the basement. Jessie was a tall slender
brunette who played basketball. Lisa was a short, muscular black girl, who was
a gymnast. They went upstairs to get the other girls as they all wanted to
watch

Zach gaped at me with surprise when I entered wearing only a bright red bikini
and flexed my arms and legs to impress him. Then I suggested that we arm
wrestle again on our wooden bistro table. He agreed and I slammed his hand
down so fast and so hard that it hurt his knuckles

As we moved to the mats to start, I had no intention of merely wrestling with
him. I intended to give him a major beat down, inflicting as much pain and
punishment on him as possible. I admit to being a sadistic bully and I was
really going to enjoy it Plus I would impress all my new friends.

I slammed my fist into Zack's midsection and he doubled over, winded and
already in pain. I pushed his head down and brought my knee up hard into his
jaw. Zack crumpled down to the mat and I started kicking him in the side of
his ribs

He rolled over to his back, so I slammed my heel down in the middle of his
back. Reaching down, I grabbed both of his wrists and pulled back with a nice
surfboard hold. Then, while maintaining control of his wrists, I crouched down
over his back and draped his arms over my powerful thighs. Then I laced my
hands under his chin and pulled back to complete upgrading my hold to a more
painful camel clutch.

After a couple minutes of working that hold, I released it, but stayed on his
back. Then I twisted his left arm behind him with a hammerlock. . Zack cried
out that I was hurting him. I told him that was the purpose of my holds and
how I enjoyed doing it to him. He said that he wasn't having fun so I told him
that I didn't care what he thought. My pleasure was all that mattered and the
more he suffered, the more I enjoyed it

Zack asked me why I was doing this. I replied "Because I can and because I
love making you suffer. You look so cute when you're in pain. And there is
nothing you can do to stop me."

I finally got off his back and rolled him over so he was lying on his back.
Then I sat on his face, facing his feet, and pounded both my fists into his
unprotected midsection. I must have landed 25 to 30 hard blows and, once
again, I had him winded and in pain. I don't think I had ever been this brutal
on a boy before and I absolutely loved every moment of it. . Then I grabbed
his hair, pulled him over to his side and scissored his stupid head from
behind with my powerful muscular thighs. To make it even more fun, I reapplied
the hammerlock to his already sore left arm. Usually when I trap my

Victim in a good combination hold like this, I toy with them by alternating
pressuring each hold. But this time, I applied strong pressure to both holds
from the start. My goal was to maximize his suffering and I was doing a damn
good job of it. . We heard the doorbell ring, so Kelly went up to answer it
while I continued punishing Zack with my tough combo hold. Kelly came back
down and told me that a package for me was being delivered and that I had to
sign for it. I reluctantly got off Zach to get it. Kelly told Zach, "Looks
like you're saved by the bell." , When I returned to the basement, Zach was
still on his back, too exhausted and beaten up to get up. I knelt down beside
him and throttled him by pressing my shin across his throat. "Are you ready to
hear our demands now?" I asked. . "Yes," he gasped.

"That's yes ma'am," I told him

"Yes ma'am," he responded

I took my leg off his neck and dropped my weight hard on his chest with a
schoolgirl press. My knees were digging painfully into his soft upper arms.
"Now listen carefully because I'm only going to tell you this once."

Zach gasped "I will." .. "You will what? I replied angrily while slapping his
face. . "I will ma'am," he answered dutifully. . "Okay, this is how it's going
to be now," I informed him. "You will move into this house today. You will
leave this house only to attend your classes; then you will come right back
here. You will go nowhere else without either given permission or ordered to
go somewhere by one of us. When you get back here, you will be given two hours
to do your homework or study. Then your computer and phone will be taken away
and the rest of your time will be spent serving us."

"You will cook any of us any food she wants at any time she wants it. You will
do all household chores such as laundry and keeping our house immaculately
clean. Any of us can punish you as she sees fit for any reason or just because
she feels like it. You will sleep in the upstairs hall so any of us can wake
you up to do anything she desires. You may be given a pillow and a blanket if
we are satisfied with your performance.." . . " And one more thing, Zack," I
continued. "If you are ever caught masturbating, you will be punished so
severely that you will wish you were a eunuch. Is that understood?" I demanded
while grinding my knees into his soft upper arms. . "Yes, ma'am," he answered
softly as he was too exhausted and beaten down to even speak normally I ground
my knees one more time as deeply as I could into his arms and finally got off
him. It looked like life in our house was about to become a whole lot more fun