Melissa the College Years. Union Support.
by Madman



The custodial staff went on strike at our university and although we girls at
our athletic house are not active in campus politics, we still wanted to show
our support for the union. Some students marched in a picket line while others
staged sit in around the administration building. We didn't want to associate
with those geeks and nerds, so we decided to show our support for the union at
home, in our own way.

. . .First, we wanted to show our support for the striking workers. We would
do this by striking our slave houseboy, Zack. We brought him down to the
basement and tied his hands to our treadmill. Since some of us were
politically left wing and others right wing, each girl would strike Zack
twice, once with the left arm, foot or knee and once with the right.

. .I went first and shot a hard left and right punch into Zack's kidneys. I
avoided his solar plexus because I didn't want him winded this early I only
wanted to inflict pain, and judging by his reaction, I was totally successful.
He bent forward and wanted to rub his sides but his bound hands prevented even
this slight relief. . , . .Rebecca's turn was next. She is the high jumper
with the magnificent muscular legs. She pulled Zack's head down and drove her
knee into his jaw. Then, taking a step back, she leaped at him and slammed her
knee even harder against his jaw. The back of Zack's head was rammed into the
treadmill. We decided to slow down and take our time or Zack would not survive
the twenty six strokes. We would let him at least partially recover from a
blow before striking him again. This way, he would feel the full effect of
every blow and we would have more time to inflict pain on him and to watch him
suffer. After all, as athletes, we were all aggressive and strong,so each
devastating blow was delivered with power and purpose.

. . .Our little gymnast, Lisa, was next. Dropping down to her knees, she fired
two hard shots with her tiny fists directly into Zack's thighs. He would be
limping for a while after this was over. One by one, each girl delivered a
pair of punishing shots to our defenders victim. None of us showed him any
mercy, rather each girl wanted to inflict the maximum possible damage and pain
to our helpless bound victim. . . . .The last girl to strike Zack was Kelly I
was looking forward to it as she is the cruelest and most sadistic of all of
us. I absolutely love that about her. She slowly sauntered up to her victim
with a big but evil smile on her beautiful face. I could see the terror in
Zack's eyes as he feared the agony she would create for him. His terror was
well justified as she coquettishly turned her head to gently brush her hair
against him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Then, still smiling, she
took a step back, dropped down to her knees, and fired two full force punches
into Zack's balls. As he bent over in agony, Kelly gave him another kiss on
the cheek before walking away laughing at her defenseless victim. . . . .Now
that we had completing showing our support for the strikers, it was time for
us to pay homage to the protesters staging the sit in. We made a slight change
and chose to honor it with a sit on. We untied the semi conscious Zack and
half carried and half dragged him to the upstairs hallway. We decided that
each girl would schoolgirl pin him for a full thirty minutes. She could do
whatever she wanted to while pinning him. She could read, talk on her cell
phone, do her nails or concentrate on working Zack over with her hands. We
would all get a chance to express our creativity and originality and have fun
in doing so. . . . .We decided that, Stacie, our heaviest girl, would go first
and to honor Kelly's request to go last. Stacie sat on Zack's chest and
trapped his arms in the crook of her knees securing them with her big thighs
and calves. I explained that she was doing it wrong and that she should trap
his arms under her shins. That would force Zack to bear her full weight and
allow her shins and knees to dig painfully into his upper arms Stacie took my
advice and it was immediately apparant how effective her pin was. Her full 205
pounds was crushing her smaller victim. . . . .I wanted to make things harder
on Zack so I went to the basement and brought up two twenty five pound
dumbelles. I asked Stacie if she wanted to do some shoulder presses or curls
while she was pinning Zack. Now he had 255 pounds resting on his chest. Not to
be outdone, Kelly chimed in. She asked Stacie if she could sit in her
shoulders. Stacie started to laugh and told Kelly that she was welcome to do
so. Now Zack was being forced to bear about 385 pounds, over twice his weight.
By the time Stacie's time was up, Zack was exhausted and struggling to
breathe. Kelly told him not to worry; he had only six hours left to be pinned.
. . . .Next up was our smallest girl Lisa the gymnast. She was not about to
let her lack of weight prevent her from being effective in pinning and
punishing Zack. First of all, instead of merely settling down on him, she
jumped up and landed with her legs crashing down hard on Zack's upper arms. We
all enjoyed hearing him scream in pain from this unexpected, but brilliant
technique. Aware that he was still short of breath from having almost four
hundred pounds on his chest, she continued making it hard for Zack to breathe
by jamming her forearm into his throat and by hand smothering him.

. . .By now Zack was totally worn down, in pain and totally helpless. So now
was not the time to let up on him. Rather, now was the time to step up the
brutality and really lay it on him. Mercy is weakness and does not exist in
our house. Now it was Rebecca's turn to pin Zach and continue his marathon
punishment. Our powerfully legged high jumper did not disappoint us. She sat
vet high on him, more on Zack's neck than his chest. Her ankles, rather than
her knees, were on his arms. Then she snapped her awesome thighs together,
painfully compressing his head. To add further desired, although totally
unnecessary pressure, Rebecca pushed her knees together with her hands. She
repeated this procedure several times, making Zack dizzy and giving him a
headache.

. . .It was hot in the hallway and we girls had plenty of beverages. We had
beer, ice tea, sodas and whatever we felt like drinking. The always
considerate Kelly noticed that poor Zack was probably thirsty and that she
would be happy to get him something to drink. Kelly and I went into the
kitchen to prepare his drink. We started with lemon juice and added some
pickle brine juice. We added some tobasco sauce. In the back of the
refrigerator, we found an old carton with about a half cup of soured milk so
we added that as well Rebecca was still perched on Zack when we brought his
beverage. Not surprisingly, he refused to drink it. I pinched his nose shut
and when he opened his mouth to breathe, Kelly poured the vile liquid in his
mouth. I hand smothered him until he finally swallowed it. When I removed my
hand, he was gagging and coughing, but his drink stayed in.

. . .Now it was Jessie's turn and our tallest girl was not about to be outdone
by her shorter housemates. Not satisfied to merely pin Zack, she wanted to
hurt him and she did so in a most original way. Instead of attacking his face,
she went after his trapped hands, working on each one for about fifteen
minutes. She bent his fingers every which way. Then she fired punches into the
sensitive pad at the base of his thumb. She must have punched each one at
least fifty times, leaving them bruised and swollen. . . . .Several other
girls took there turn pinning Zack and a few ignored him and talked on their
cellphones or read , but most of them chose to punish him and I'm glad they
did. Working over Zack is like eating a potato chip. It's so hard to stop. Now
it was my turn. I started out with the conventional techniques such as
slapping his face, pinching his cheeks and pulling his hair and ears. But then
I remembered he had a headache and I wanted to make it worse. So , I ground my
knuckles into Zack's temples. I also moved the skin over his eyes rapidly up
and down. The way he winced and squinted indicated my success in adding to his
suffering. It is impossible to make Zack suffer too much, but all I could do
was my best and I was certainly doing that. . . . .Now it was finally Kelly's
turn. All of the girls came into the hall to watch. We all knew how cruel
Kelly was and none of us wanted to miss seeing it. Kelly came out a couple
minutes late which built up our suspense, and more importantly, Zack's terror.
She was wearing a pair of high heeled thigh high black boots like Julia
Roberts wore in Pretty Woman. Even though jelly would look great in any
outfit, due to her beauty, she preferred to dress as sexy and slutty as she
could. Attached to her boots, extending from her knees down about a foot and a
half she had mounted sheets of coarse sandpaper. . . . .Before pinning Zack,
Kelly game him the customary sharp kick to his ribs with the sharp point of
her leather boot. Then she dropped down on him straddling his chest, with the
coarse sandpaper on his upper arms. Smiling down at her helpless victim, Kelly
ground the sandpaper into the sensitive skin in Zack's upper arms. It didn't
take long for his arms to turn red and start bleeding, but that only inspired
her to grind faster and harder. Not content with merely this cruel punishment.
Kelly reached behind her and grabbed Zack's balls underneath his pink
jockstrap. She squeezed them, digging her sharp nails into them and twisted
them violently. She had him in extreme agony and was loving it. . . . .Kelly
had developed great endurance from her rigorous training with the swim team.
That endurance came in handy for her now. She used every second of her thirty
minutes to inflict the maximum amount of pain on Zack. The more he moaned and
grimaced in pain , the more determined Kelly became to further torture his
already battered body. She was actually disappointed when her time ran out.
She took her time getting off Zack and gave him her famous slap to the face as
she did. Then she stood up, smiled down at him and blew him a kiss as she
kicked him in the ribs and in his groin. Finally, she stomped his balls with
the high spiked heel of her boot. . . . .We had now completed showing our
support for the striking workers. Zack had been subjected to a marathon
beating that lasted about eight full agonizing hours. I can't think of a day
when all of our girls had more fun. We could really care less if the strike
ends or not. Perhaps, if it drags out long enough, we will have to reaffirm
our support for the workers