Melissa the College Years One Fine Morning 
by Madman the Magnificent.



Melissa here to tell you about how we demolished our houseboy, Zack, again
last Saturday at our university girls' athletes house. What made this beating
so much fun was that it caught zack completely by surprise and that he had
done absolutely nothing wrong to deserve it. My roommate, Kelly, just felt
like working him over, and any of us could work him over any time and anyway
that we wanted to. The only unwritten rule was that the beating had to be
thorough and brutal in order to keep him totally subservient to all of his
superiors

.The next morning was Saturday and none of us had classes scheduled. Kelly
asked me to help her work Zack over, but we would have to start early, before
he woke up. I prefer to sleep in a bit, but this would be worth getting up
early for. Early Saturday morning, Kelly and I got up, Kelly took a golf ball
and a towel and we quietly creeped out into the hall where Zack was still
asleep. Without waking him up, Kelly carefully placed the golf ball on his
throat, in the spot directly under his Adam's apple and above his chest. Then
she rolled up the towel and folded it in half. This was done to protect
herself and she gently placed it on the golf ball, still being so careful not
to wake him up.

. . .Then Kelly leaned over Zack, softly brushed his hair back with her hand,
blew gently into his ear and kissed him lightly on his cheek. He started to
wake up confused as to what was happening, but enjoying the physical sensation
and the sight of Kelly's gorgeous face. Only then did she place her shin over
the towel and golf ball and lean her weight heavily into it. Zack was not only
being choked, he was also being painfully strangled by his beautiful
tormenter. The smile was gone from Kelly's face, replaced by a combination of
exertion from applying as much pressure as she could on her victim's throat
and glee from watching Zack suffer. She reached back to handsmother him so he
was unable to get much needed oxygen either in or out. Just before she sensed
that he was going to pass out, she released her handsmother and let up just a
bit on the golf ball. The moment he was able to breathe again, she reapplied
the smother and bore done hard again with her shapely leg. She repeated this
sequence at least a dozen times before she finally stopped torturing him with
this dreadful combination

. . .Zack was already badly beaten. His throat was crushed and he could barely
breathe. But Kelly was far from satisfied, in fact she was only beginning to
work him over. The more helpless and beaten down he was, the more incentive
she had to increase the intensity of her sadistic attack. Now, Kelly wanted me
to help her and I was more than glad to do so. I also loved punishing the jerk
and felt honored that a girl as cruel and brutal as Kelly would deem me worthy
of helping her. She asked me to reverse schoolgirl pin him and I was happy to
do so. This time, my butt was hindering his breathing, so I raised it up
briefly about every fifteen seconds to keep him from passing out. We had to
keep him conscious so he would feel every bit of the pain we were forcing him
to experience.

. . My reverse schoolgirl pin on Zack served several purposes . It kept him
under firm control and hindered his breathing. It also prevented him from
seeing what Kelly was going to do to him. He knew it would painful, but not
what part of his body she was going to attack or how she would do so. I'm not
sure that even Zack could have predicted the extent of the sadistic cruelty
her next move would entail. She shoved the golf ball under his pink jockstrap
required uniform and began kneading the golf ball and his two balls as if she
was kneading bread dough, only with much more force. Zack couldn't even scream
in pain because of my butt on his face, and could only futilely thrash his
arms and legs. Kelly ignored his pathetic struggling and concentrated on using
every bit of her strength to punish his balls. I loved the excrutiating pain
she was inflicting on him as well as the expression of exertion and glee on
Kelly's beautiful face. I wanted this to go on forever,but Kelly was about to
ramp it up even more. What a merciless bitch! I simply loved that about her. .
. . .Kelly wanted me to change my hold so she could enjoy watching Zack's face
contort in pain as she continued her assault. With our helpless victim still
laying on his back, I sat behind his head and braced both my feet against the
top of his shoulders. Then I grabbed both his wrists and pulled back while
also pushing my vfeet into Zack's shoulders. I had, but Kelly was about to
make it much more painful. She was never satisfied as long as there was any
additional way to increase the suffering she loved forcing him to tolerate.
Kelly stood up and ground her heel right into Zack's groin. Not only did it
crush his balls as usual, but it forced the hard golf ball against them as
well. Now Kelly could clearly see Zack's face contorting in pain as she smiled
down at him thoroughly enjoying watching him suffer.

Zack begged Kelly for mercy and implored her to stop. That was a huge mistake
as Kelly would never be merciful to him. His pleas were counter productive,
they actually spurned her on to continue working him over. "Roll over asshole,
" she ordered as I released my hold so he could obey her. Zack's body was
literally shaking with fear as he didn't know what Kelly had in mind, but he
knew it was going to hurt.

Kelly asked me to spread Zack's legs as wide as I could. I sat by our victim's
skinny legs and grabbed one of them by his bony knee. Then I put both of my
feet against his other leg and pushed full force with my long, shapely
powerful legs. My leg spreader hold was a tough submission hold and had Zack
in a lot of pain. We all knew that no matter how painful my leg spreader hold
was, that it's purpose was only to position Zack for a much more painful and
brutal attack from my beautiful sadistic roommate. Kelly , then proceeded to
jam her golf ball right up Zack's back. Kelly's voice took an a harsh
demanding vitriolic quality as she literally yelled at her helpless victim.
"You're a total asshole and a jerk," she began. "You're not worth my effort or
my time. You are a worthless disgusting piece of shit. You're not worth
wasting oxygen on, you totally suck and you're a total idiot!" While screaming
at Zack, she continued to shove the golf ball up his butt. She stood up and
pressed her heel on it to increase the force of her cruel technique. . . . .I
continued to keep Zack in this most vulnerable position with my leg spreader.
Although I was really cranking up the pressure, and would have easily forced a
submission with it in a standard wrestling match, the pain inflicted by my
hold paled in comparison to what Kelly was doubt to him. Finally, Kelly
stopped stomping the golf ball. Kelly had constructed several simple, but
devious tools for torture before, but this time she didn't even have to make
anything. She just used a standard golf ball.

. .Then Kelly leaped high in the air and delivered a crushing knee drop low on
Zack's spine. He went into a sort of convulsion and the golf ball was dislodge
from is asshole. Kelly set the golf ball on the same spot on his back that had
received the knee drop and stomped it full force several times. "Rollover
shithead," she demanded, and Zack struggled to comply. Glaring down at her
victim, with both fire and distain in her eyes, Kelly warned him. "If you ever
even look at me the wrong way, I will shove this golf ball so far up your ass
that it will rip your fucking tonsils out! Do you understand me, fuckhead?" .
. . .It took all the strength that Zack had left to softly and meekly consent
to his conqueror's terms. Still sneering down at him, Kelly slammed her heel
into his balls one more time. Then she stomped him a final time on his throat.
She finished with her traditional kick to his ribs and with one to the side of
his head before angrily strutting away leaving her battered victim exhausted
and beaten on the mat. This was by far the harshest most thorough beating I
have ever seen, but I have a hunch that Kelly might just exceed that next
time.