Melissa the  College Years. The Graduation 
by the Maniacal Moron Madman



We just celebrated an historic event at our girls' athletes house at State
University. One of our members, Amanda, was about to graduate and we wanted to
celebrate. Amanda was an original member in our house and the only girl to
spend four years of college on it. She had not been very active as far as
beating up and torturing our slave houseboy, Zack, so we all wanted her to
make up for lost time before she left.

. .Six of us brought Zack down to the basement to destroy him. Besides Amanda
and myself, there was Rebecca, Stacie, Lisa, and of course Kelly. Kelly was
our most sadistic girl and would hate to miss out on a Zack beating session.
We tied his hands and feet to the treadmill and the wimp started crying even
before we started in on him. Knowing how brutal we had been in the past,
completely terrorized him. We took our time getting started in order to give
Zack time to worry and fret. He knew that when we commenced beating him that
it would be extremely painful and he already dreaded it.

. . .Since Amanda was a softball pitcher, we had her pitch at Zack's soft
balls. She was very accurate and most of her pitches nailed him square in the
nuts. Her best pitch is the fastball and she was getting us off to a great
start. Of course Kelly had to fan the flames as usual. She asked Amanda if she
could throw a knuckleball while she ground her knuckles into Zack's already
very sore balls. The fact that he couldn't defend himself in any way, bend
down in agony or even massage his balks made it that much better. After about
twenty five pitches, we decided to subject Zack to some other painful
techniques. .

.Since Amanda was the guest of honor, we decided that she would select what
part of Zack's body we would attack. We were going to really concentrate on
her choice because the more sore or injured a body part is, the more fun it is
to continue working on it. Amanda is right handed, so we had her throw the
ball at Zack lefty. Whatever part she hit was the part we would punish. She
struck his left thigh so we were going to subject that leg to severe and
painful torture. . .

We started softening up Zack's leg by keeping him bound to the treadmill and
taking turns punching, kicking and kneeing his left thigh. I was glad to see
that Amanda was enjoying it and getting some good hard blows in. Zack's thigh
was reddened and swollen before we moved on to some tougher techniques.

. .We untied Zack and I roughly threw him down to the mat on his stomach.
Amanda placed her aluminum softball bat across the middle of his left thigh.
Then we folded his leg up so that the bat was between Zack's thigh and his
calf. Our heaviest girl, Stacie sat on his lower leg. This forced the hard
unforgiving bat into his calf muscle in a form of calf slicer hold. It was
immediately apparent that this hold put Zack in agony and we all enjoyed
hearing him scream. But the rest of us weren't just going to stand around and
let Amanda have all the fun; we were going to broaden our attack to maximize
Zack's pain. After all, pitting six girls against one guy, when any of us
could demolish him by ourself, is about as fun of an activity as there is. . .
. .It was now time to go after Zack's knee. I wanted to set up a variation of
a knee bar, which may be the most painful hold I know. I told Zack how much
agony he would be in and he pleaded for mercy. Announcing his request was
denied I began to arrange my sisters. Rolling Zack over to his back, I knelt
down on one knee by his left leg. I put his left foot on my outstretched thigh
and held it firmly in place. Amanda, the guest of honor, got the privilege of
inflicting the primary pain. She set her bat across Zack's thigh just above
his knee and pushed down. His knee was hyperextended and he screamed in pain.
Regardless of this hold's brutal effectiveness, the rest of the girls wanted
to be involved. Lisa and Stacie each grabbed a wrist and jammed their feet
into his neck and into the side of his ribs. Then they pushed with their legs
while pulling with their arms to add two arm stretchers. Rebecca wrapped her
powerful high jumper's legs around Zack's head in a tight scissors. Kelly
stomped him on the stomach and his balls. I'm not sure that we ever subjected
Zack to this much pain before, so we maintained it a bit longer than our
earlier techniques to fully appreciate its effectiveness. . . .

When we finally released our holds, Zack rolled on his side clutching his
knee. He had been told that it was totally forbidden for him to massage an
injured body part or do anything to try and relieve pain while we were there.
Lisa and Stacie grabbed his arms and pulled them away from his knee. Kelly
kicked him in the knee while the other two girls bent his fingers back on the
arm that each controlled. Now that we had stopped his disobedience. we were
ready to continue attacking his leg. However, I was going to give him some
bonus pain to emphasize that our rules are his law. . . . . So far, we had
attacked Zack's quad, his calf and his knee with that lovely knee bar. Now it
was time to work on his hamstring. With Zack lying helplessly on his back,
Stacie held his right leg down with her foot on his ankle, while forcing his
foot straight up as high as she could with both hands. Amanda swung her bat
repeatively, striking his exposed hamstring every time. Zack was in so much
agony from this sole attack that he yelled "Stop you fucking bitches. I can't
take anymore!!" As soon as he did so, he realized what he had done. He
apologized profusely and cried that he didn't mean it. . . . .It was too late.
Zack had pissed us off and there was no way we would permit him to rescind it.
He was going to pay for his big mouth by receiving extra pain and he knew it.
We didn't have to say a word, the terror in is eyes proved that he fully
understood his situation. Kelly asked Amanda to swing for a home run, so she
slammed her bat much more forcefully against Zack's hamstring. Lisa and
Rebecca each grabbed Zack's fingers with one hand and his thumbs with their
other hand. Then they pulled his thumbs away from his fingers. This maneuver
is illegal in all forms of combat, but we couldn't care less. All that
mattered to us was inflicting as much pain and suffering on Zack and we would
do anything to accomplish that. I was planning on putting a good headscissors
on him, but that was no longer harsh enough. Instead I knelt down behind his
head and ground my thumb knuckles into his temples. There are a lot of
sensitive nerves located there and the pain I was inflicting was excrutiating.
In addition, I knew he would get a throbbing headache that would last for
quite a while. It goes without saying that Zack is never allowed to take
aspirin or any pain reliever. Kelly's extreme sadism came in handy now. She
jammed one thumb hard into Zack's throat while squeezing and twisting his
balks with the other. This was the most painful of the bonus pain techniques
we had used, so we maintained them about twice as long as our precious ones .
We wanted to be sure that Zack understood that his insolence would never be
tolerated.

Now that we had reasserted our dominance, it was time to get back to our
mission of working over Zack's left leg. We had already attack his quad, his
thigh and his calf. Punishing his foot and ankle should complete our task.
Since this was to be our final leg punishment, we wanted to make it memorable.
Not only did we want Amanda to have fond memories of this beating, but we also
needed to make sure that Zack understood his place as our inferior. His vocal
outburst would stay in our memories for a long time, we might never forgive
him. . . . .This time, instead of rolling zack over to his back, I merely
ordered him to do so. Even though he readily complied, I felt obligated to
kick him in his ribs just to emphasize how angry I was with him. Stacie
grabbed his left ankle and bent his leg back. It wasn't bent back as far as it
was when attacking his calf, just to position it for our new one. She then
bent his foot down , forcing him to point his toes much like a ballet dancer
but much further. Not only did this apply painful pressure to his ankle, but
it also forced his sore calf muscle to violently contract and to soon cramp
up.

.This would complete the attack on his leg, so we all wanted to make it
memorable by inflicting a lot of bonus pain. Amanda reached under Zack and
applied the testicular claw to his balls. This was her first time busting
balls and I was glad to see she was enjoying it. Lisa and Rebecca each grabbed
a wrist and twisted it to put Zack in a double arm wrench hold. Kelly reached
under Zack's neck and put a savage claw hold on his Adam's apple. This was an
original claw hold variation and it appeared to be extremely painful and
effective. I pushed the handle of Amanda's bat down forcefully on the small of
Zack's back to spread his pain even more . . . .Finally we had completed our
very thorough and methodical attack on Zack's leg. We all stepped back to
admire our work. Zack had rolled over to his back and was barely moving. He
was too beaten down and exhausted to do anything except moan quietly. This
was, without question, the most brutal and painful beating we had ever given
him. We decided to celebrate with pizza and red wine. Kelly wanted to make
Zack continue to suffer while we enjoyed our party. She was total bitch and I
loved that quality in her. All of us agreed that we would enjoy it whether he
had already been sufficiently punished or not. . . . .First we tied Zack's
hands behind his back and made him lay on his back. That alone would hurt his
shoulders and arms and that was only a very minor aspect of the pain he would
soon be experiencing. Next we tied his right leg to the bottom of our bench
press. We put a loaded bar with weights across his neck. The bar didn't touch
his neck or hurt him, but it held him in place and even prevented him from
lifting his head to see what we were doing. . . . .Kelly asked us to wait a
moment for her to get some things that would enhance Zack's experience. I was
excited and curious to find out what she had in mind. Kelly had a great knack
for turning ordinary objects into instruments of torture. She came back in
only a couple minutes and put earplugs in Zack's ears. Then she put a set of
heavy padded headphones over them. Finally, she blindfolded him. She explained
that Zack could neither see nor hear. His entire sensory input would consist
of the pain we would be inflicting on him. He would have no concept of time or
anything else but constant pain. . . . .This sounded great to me. I thought it
was the cruelist most sadistic and devious idea Kelly had ever come up with.
We eagerly completed setting up Zack's torture. We securely tied a rope around
his left ankle and wound it around the flat surface of the bench. Now his leg
held in an upward angle from the floor to the bench. Finally, we suspended a
ten pound dumber led by a rope just above Zack's left knee. He was now trapped
in an unbreakable knee bar. The ten pounds was not enough weight to tear his
knee ligaments, but was more than enough to keep him in constant agony. It was
almost eerie watching Zack suffer from our excruciating automatic hold. He
couldn't move or react in any way. He was so beaten down and exhausted that he
could barely groan or make any sound. His entire world consisted of the
agonizing constant pain in his knee. We were so proud of ourselves for making
Zack's sole function to experience the pain that we so gleefully and
efficiently inflicted on him. . . . . .We went upstairs to enjoy our pizza and
wine, leaving Zack to suffer alone. We partied for about three hours,
consuming our pizza and wine. Knowing that Zack was in extreme agony really
enhanced our enjoyment at our party. About every fifteen minutes, one or two
of us would venture downstairs to add some bonus pain to his suffering. We did
whatever we felt like doing to our helpless immobile victim some girls kicked
or punched him. Others chose to choke him or bend his fingers back. Zack was
totally unaware of when these attacks would come, what part of his body hurt
or when the additional punishment would end. When the inevitable pain would
come, Zack was totally incapable of even reacting to it, he could only absorb
the seemingly endless amount of brutal excrutiating pain. . . . .When I went
down to add to Zack's suffering, I slipped my hands inside his earplugs to
repeat my earlier technique of grinding my knuckles into his temples. I had
noted in my mind how effective if was in creating pain for him I would grind
in on him for about thirty seconds to a minute and then pause for about the
same amount of time. Zack had no way of knowing when his agony would start or
when it would end.

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For my final trip downstairs, I went with my roommate , Kelly. We had teamed
up on Zack many times before, but never had we inflicted the amount of pain
that we were about to. I went back to my new favorite tactic of grinding my
knuckles into his temples. Kelly employed her favorite technique of applying a
testicular claw hold. With the addition of our automatic knee bar, we now had
Zack in the three most painful moves that we could subject him to. This time,
I didn't start and stop my grinding, but rather did so continuously Kelly
relentlessly maintained her excrutiating claw hold. After about three minutes,
I noticed that Zack was about to pass out from the pain, so we both stopped.
There was no way that we would allow him the privilege of passing out. We
needed him to be conscious so he would feel every bit of the pain we created
for him. In fact Kelly got a couple of No Doze caffeine pills and jammed them
down his throat to insure that he would stay awake.

. . .Finally, we untied Zack and removed the blindfold, ear plugs and
headphones. He lay silently on his back, to weak and beaten down to move or
even speak. After giving him several hard kicks and stomps, Kelly and I left
our demolished victim to rejoin our sisters at Amanda's party. We all agreed
that this had been a fantastic way of celebrating Amanda's graduation as well
as being the most severe beating that we have ever given Zack. Kelly suggested
that we attack his injured left leg at least every couple of weeks, regardless
of any other discipline that he would receive. She said that we should never
let his leg completely heal. Zack's constant pain and his awkward limping
would be a testimonial to Amanda as well as a reminder of our total
superiority and dominance over our inferior servant. Amanda and our
celebration of her membership would have a deserved and lasting effect on our
house.