Melissa the College Years. Spring. Training
by Madman



Melissa here to tell you about the girls' athletic house celebration of
baseball spring training starting. We are all baseball fans as we respect all
athletes. Most of us had played baseball or softball, so we had a true love of
the sport. Naturally paying homage to the sport would involve yet another
brutal beating for our slave houseboy Zack.

Taking Zack down to the basement to beat him up has been done so often that it
had become almost a cliche, but we had to do it often to keep him totally
submissive. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do and none of us minded
torturing Zack. It had become a nice hobby for some of us. .

The next Saturday morning, all thirteen of us gleefully brought Zack down to
the basement so he could help us celebrate the sport. We spread his arms and
tied them to our treadmill. We also spread his legs and tied his ankles the
bottom of it. Then we took Kelly's suggested of tying his neck to the top of
the treadmill. Now, he wouldn't even be able to bend over in the agony that
was soon to come. We could always count on Kelly to maximize Zack's pain. I
absolutely adore that quality in her. .

In baseball, the batter receives balls and strikes. This means his balls
receive strikes to us, and having Zack tied up put him in perfect position for
us to strike his balls. We considered blindfolding him, but Kelly thought that
seeing us prepare to deliver the strikes would be more terrorizing to our
helpless victim. Rebecca went first. She is the high jumper with the awesome
legs. She used them to drive her knee directly, with full force into Zack's
balls. He grimaced and screamed in pain, but could neither massage his sore
balls or even bend over to attempt to get any relief from Rebecca's knees.
Kelly's ideas were already paying off and we had barely started.

One by one, we took our turn punishing Zack until we went through our entire
roster. We all used fists, knees or feet to attack his vulnerable balls and we
all enjoyed it. We decided to give Zack a few minutes to partially recover so
that he would feel all the pain we were going to inflict on him. It also gave
us more time to laugh at him and plan how to maximize the effectiveness of our
next phase.

Sometimes a ball club will send its runner from third base to home plate while
the batter bunts. This is called a squeeze play. Kelly thought merely
scissoring Zack was an old cliche and that we could make it much more
interesting if we let her go first. Naturally we all agreed. Kelly wrapped a
bunch of rubber bands tightly around his dick. Then she told him that she
would consider loosening them if he would drink a quart of Gatorade. He
chugged down the beverage and asked Kelly to loosen the rubber bands. She
laughed at him and said that she did consider doing so, but decided against
it. She even put a couple more rubber bands on to tighten it even more. .

Then Kelly suggested that we concentrate on body rather than head scissors
this time and start with our strongest girls. I thought Stacie should lead off
this inning. She wrapped her thick legs around Zack's belly and squeezed with
all her considerable power. All the fluid that he had consumed was in his
bladder trying to come out, but his bound penis prevented it. The discomfort
from not being allowed to urinate was greater than the pain of Stacie's
crushing scissors. .

Now it was Rebecca's turn and she wanted to prove that she could scissor just
as hard as the bigger Stacie. There was no way to measure it, but both girls
were very effective. Besides having his abdomen crushed, Zack's stomach was
cramping up from his muscles having to both withstand the scissor holds and
being forced to contract by his trapped urine. Zack tried to gain the smallest
amount of relief but even that was unacceptable to Kelly. She grabbed one of
his hands and bent his fingers back and asked another to do the same to his
other hand. Zack was now the victim of the very rare triple play.

We decided to try something different that would be both creative and
original. All thirteen of us would attack Zack at the same time. Rebecca
maintained her body scissors. Stacie applied a wicked head scissors. Kelly
kept bending his fingers on one hand and Jessie bent the fingers on his other
hand. Two girls each twisted one of his ankles That was only six girls, we
still had seven more. Kelly and Lisa each squeezed and twisted one of Zack's
balls, that made eight of us. One girl grabbed and pulled one of his ears,
that made ten. I jammed my thumb into his throat, leaving only two unoccupied
girls. One girl pulled his hair and the last one knelt down between Zack's
legs and ground her knee into his penis. A thirteen to one attack was
incredible and I'm sure all the girls were loving it. Zack could neither move
or make any kind of sound, but we were sure that we were being totally
effective. There was not a single part of his body that was not being attacked
and we kept it up for several minutes. .

When we finally released our multitude of holds, Zack lay still, not making a
sound. I thought we might have actually killed him until Kelly gave him her
traditional slap in the face. He slowly started to flail his limbs while
moaning softly. Kelly stood up and gave him the usual kick to his ribs and
ordered him to stand. Zack was dizzy and slowly rose on unsteady wobbly legs.
Kelly removed the rubber bands from his dick. She did it very slowly,
stretching each one and letting it snap painfully against his sensitive skin.
Then we permitted Zack the privilege of going to the bathroom to take a piss.

When Zack came out of the bathroom, it was time for the seventh inning
stretch. Each girl took her "up" and put him in a hold that would stretch part
of his body. I went first this time and put him in a neck crank. That is one
of my favorite holds and I knew a stiff neck would also make all the other
holds more effective. One by one, each girl punished Zack with her choice of
tough holds. His arms , legs and back were stretched in a long series of
painful holds. This time Kelly went last and wanted to really pour it on our
helpless victim. She ordered Zack to pull down his pink jockstrap and she
mercilessly stretched his balls. Zack screamed and she ordered him to be
quiet. When he was able to bite his lip and be silent, she increased the
pressure. She told him that she was going to pay respect to her favorite team,
the Yankees. To do so she gave a hard yank on his sore dick and said "this is
only the season opener, dear. We have 162 more games to play"