Melissa The College Years. The Psychic. 
by Madman



Recently, several of the girls at the girls' athletic house at State
University saw an interesting television show on the science channel. It was
about a guy with psychic powers. He was able to read people's minds and
predict thy future. He appeared to have an extraordinary talent, but some of
us weren't so sure. We didn't know if his powers were genuine or if they were
faked. We decided to find our whether or not our slave houseboy, Zack, had any
psychic powers. To be sure that we could get accurate test results, we would
punish him every time he failed a test.

The usual gang escorted Zack to the basement to administer the test. Stacie,
Rebecca, Jessie. Kelly and myself would take care of it. As usual, Kelly was
interested in hurting Zack and was really not concerned or even interested in
testing him for psychic powers. So , Kelly started it out. She told Zack that
she was thinking of a number from one to ten and that he should tell her whIch
number it is. To insure his full effort, she would kick him in the balls if he
was wrong. When Zack guessed four, Kelly told him it was five and kicked him
in the balls. We all laughed as it was obvious that any answer Zack gave would
be wrong.

Kelly said that she was sure that Zack had some psychic powers and that he
would correctly predict her next action. She asked him if if thought she would
squeeze his right testable or his left one. When Zack hesitated, Kelly told
him to make a prediction or she would crush both of him. To lesson his
torture, he said the left one. Kelly told us that his prediction was dead on
accurate while attacking his left ball. Then she laughed and squeezed his
other ball anyways. "I'm just hedging my bet," she quipped

Rebecca, our muscular legged high jumper wanted to get in on the act. She
asked Zack to predict whether she was about to apply a head scissors or a body
scissors. Zack was confused, but he knew he had to give her some kind of
answer, so he responded that it would be a head scissors. Zack was being
uncooperative so I stepped in I slugged him in his belly, and when he doubled
over in pain, I grabbed him in a headlock and threw him down to the mat. I
held him down until Rebecca had time to set her scissors. Then I stood up to
admire the hold along with the other girls. I couldn't believe how awesome
Rebecca's legs were. Every muscle stood out and she was literally effortlessly
crushing his head. Then she grunted as she really started to apply pressure to
her hold and the result was breathtaking. The vascularity of Rebecca's legs
was incredible and Zack's limbs flopped like a rag doll as her crushing grip
took away all control of his own body. His whole world was shrinking in the
compressed universe between her legs.

The rest of us could wait no longer to get involved. The sight of Zack
helpless and in pain was just too hard to resist. Lisa applied a leg bar on
his right leg. Being that I was more experienced in the use of this hold, l
put it on his previously injured left leg. To prevent him from annoying us by
flailing his arms, Jessie and Stacie each put him in an arm bar. All of his
hinge joints, both elbows and both knees, were being bent the wrong way and
Zack was in extreme agony. Rebecca's crushing scissors prevented him from
talking or making any movement, and our holds kept him motionless. Zack's
suffering became his own private world, we were aware of it as we caused it,
but could not see the tangible evidence of it.

We decided to give Zack another chance to predict the future. This is mere
child's play for a true psychic and he knew that he had to give us some kind
of answer. After a couple of moments trying to figure out his best response,
Zack stammered out "I guess it's Kelly." Not a bad guess considering her
propensity for attacking his balls, but it wasn't going to prevent him from
receiving a lot of pain. This time, we wanted to team up and really pour on
the pain. So far, we had been pretty rough on zack, but this time we really
wanted to make him suffer.

Stacie, our biggest and strongest girl, picked up Zack with ease, knelt down
on one knee and slammed Zack's back over her outstretched thigh with a back
breaker. She pushed down on his chest and his thighs to put more pressure on
his back. Zack was in agony, but we knew we could intensify his pain. Lisa
literally sat on his face using all her weight to bend Zack's back and neck
back. I added pressure by pushing down on Zack's thighs to increase the
pressure applied by Stacie. Zack was now trapped in a super back breaker with
triple the bone crushing force of a standard one. Kelly eagerly accepted her
favorite task of crushing Zack's balls to complete our devastation of his
body. On top of that, Stacie's butt prevented him from vocalizing his pain and
made it difficult for him to breathe.

This was definitely the most pain we had inflicted on Zack this entire session
and all of us girls smiled at each other. Kelly asked us all to increase the
pressure of each of our punishing actions because she thought we could still
make Zack suffer a little more. Lisa bounced up and down on Zack's face and
the rest of us reached down for that little bit of extra strength. I thought
we were going to break the asshole's back, but we fell just short of it. We
had succeeded in inflicting the maximum punishment on Zack without
incapacitating him to the point where he would be unable to preform his vast
list of chores.

Finally, Zack passed out cold. We had rendered him unconscious. Whether it was
because he could not tolerate the pain or because Stacie had smothered him, we
did not know nor care. We were proud of ourselves for demolishing Zack, but
regretted that our fun of hurting him was apparantly over. I straddled his
immobile body with a schoolgirl pin and slapped his face until he regained
consciousness. He was still groggy, but still capable of feeling the pain that
we still wanted to inflict on him. The extent of our sadistic desires was
infinite and Zack would just have to bear even more pain that he could handle.

Lisa volunteered to hold him down this time, so she knelt down next to Zack
and throttled him by jamming her shin into his throat with a strangling shin
pin. Instead of merely controlling him and choking him with her hard shin, she
made this simple pin even more painful. By positioning her shin as low as
possible across Zack's throat, she strangled, rather than merely choked him.
Strangling is far more painful than merely choking even though both techniques
can render the victim unconscious. Our goal was not to knock Zack out, but
rather to inflict great amounts of pain

The rest of us kicked and stomped him all over his body. We were like a pack
of pyrannas on a feeding frenzy. We kicked Zack in his ribs and stomped his
arms, legs, torso and balls with full force. The blows were delivered so
quickly that Zack didn't have time to react to each one individually. Finally,
he lost consciousness once again. It might have been from being strangled. It
might have been a stomp to his solar plexus. Or it might have just been an
uncontrolled response to our punishment exceeding his tolerance for pain. It
didn't matter. Zack was out and we were done for today. We knew we would beat
Zack again. A physic feeling told us so.