Melissa the College Years. The Olympics by Madman Melissa here from the girls athletic house at State University to tell you how we celebrated the Olympics. We can all identify with all the participants as we are all athletes ourselves. So we wanted to pay homage to some of the sports the Olympic athletes competed in by beating up our slave houseboy, Zack. It had been quite a while since we punished him, and Zack was acting a bit too cocky. We really needed to take him down a peg or two and remind him that we are his bosses and that he should be totally submissive to us. Only four of us took Zack down to the basement to punish him. Stacie our powerful shot putt thrower joined high jumper Rebecca, my beautiful sadistic roommate Kelly and myself. Because there were only a few of us about to work Zack over, we needed to be extra brutal so our message would sink into his stupid head. We were going to base his punishment on actual Olympic events. The combative events such as boxing, wrestling or judo were to obvious to use. We wanted to be more creative and pay homage to other events. Besides, Rebecca said that judo is what they make bagels from. Soccer is the most popular sport in the world as well as an Olympic event. So we figured this would be a good choice for the first sport to celebrate. Since we were dealing with Zack, who was a male, we changed the name to sock him. Paying homage to soccer was very easy and a lot fun. We merely surrounded Zack and socked him by throwing hard punches mostly into his ribs, kidneys and back. When he fell down, we picked him up and continued to pound him. By the time we were finished, Zack was in a lot of pain and gasping for breath because we knocked the wind out of him. Next up was the high jump, an event Americans usually did well in. To celebrate high jumping, one of us would hold Zack's arms while another of us held his feet down with Zack lying on his back. One girl would jump as high as she could, landing on Zack's stomach. The remaining g girl would try to measure how how the jump was. We would switch positions until each girl got to jump. It was real hard to determine the winner because we really couldn't measure accurately. I think Rebecca won, she does compete in high jumping on the track team. As usual, Kelly was more interested in hurting Zack than in winning the event. Before she jumped, she went upstairs and changed into a pair of golf shoes with metal cleats. Zack howled in pain and Kelly just looked at him and laughed. Next up was an event that America usually fared well in, gymnastics. That sport requires a great deal of flexibility that Zack lacked. All gymnasts could do the splits, so we were going to help Zack to do them. One of us would reverse school pin him while two of us pulled his legs apart until they were in a straight line as in a splits. The fourth girl just watched it and enjoyed his suffering. We repeated it three more times, rotating our positions until each of us did all four tasks to help Zack. He didn't like it, but Kelly told him, "No pain, no gain." The next sport was one that is seldom televised except during the Olympics. I am referring to the game of handball. This sport involves hitting balls with the player's hand. This sport was really a lot of fun. We spread Zack's legs as far apart as possible with him lying on his back. One girl would pull each leg out to accomplish this. Then we needed to incapacitate his arms. One girl would lay across his chest with a cross body pin to secure his arms. We took our time to complete this event because we were enjoying our painful control and domination. Finally Kelly said, "It's my serve. I'll get things started. Then, kneeling down between Zack's spread legs, she began slapping his balls. Laughing, I told Kelly, "You'll never win a match like that. You have to hit the balls much harder." Kelly was only too happy to increase the intensity of her slapping and Zack actually started crying. We switched positions so that all four of us got to slap his balls. This was probably the most consecutive times that we busted Zack's balls and we were really enjoying it I was the last to play handball and it was Kelly's turn for the cross body press. However, she noticed that Zack could no longer offer any resistance at all, so pinning his arms down was unnecessary. So, in order to increase his pain, she merely kneeled down by his head and jammed her shin into his throat. She leaned her weight into that leg and had Zack choking and struggling to breathe. One sport seldom seen outside of Olympic competition is equestrian events, all involving riding horses. We thought that Zack could play the role of the horse and we girls would be the riders. First rider was Stacie. Being the heaviest of us, her weight on his back wore him out completely. I went second. I used a leather belt for reigns and pulled his head back hard with it. Not only was his neck being pressured, but by placing the belt in Zack's mouth, I forced his lips against his teeth until they become bloody. Next up was Rebecca She sat on Zack's back and wrapped her muscular legs around his waist. She squeezed with her bodyscissors and took his breath away. Zack was totally exhausted by the time it was Kelly's turn. Although she was the lightest girl, I knew that she would find a way to maximize his pain. She hurried upstairs and returned with a pair of high heel stiletto shoes. She mounted Zack's back and dug those sharp heels into his ribs. When he screamed in pain, she started whipping him on his ass with the belt, yelling "Giddy up." When she finally dismounted, Zack was laying on his belly. to beat down to even get up. We still weren't satisfied. The Olympics comes only every four years, so we would never get another chance to celebrate it together. So we wanted to really pour on the punishment. Next we were going to prepare Zack for synchronized swimming. That event requires the athletes to hold their breath underwater for extended periods of time. So, naturally, we needed to train him how to do that. Doing this reminded me of the way we used to bully boys in junior high school. We took Zack into the bathroom and shoved his head in the toilet. We made him hold his breath before pulling his head up by his hair. We did this several times, varying the length of time his head was submerged. Sometimes it would only be a few seconds and other times we waited until he was close to suffocating. We also varied the length of time between dunkings, so Zack never knew when he should prepare to hold his breath. Now that Zack was exhausted and sore, it was time for the most iconic Olympic event, the marathon. Since we were in the basement, we decided that he would run it on our treadmill. First, we had to make sure that he could not get off the treadmill until he had completed the race. This was easy to accomplish. We moved the treadmill against the wall which prevented Zack from getting off on that side. Then we moved our weight bench along the other side and put a two hundred pound loaded barbell across it. Zack would not be able to step over it and it was way too heavy for him to move it. Then we tied his hands to the part of the treadmill where one always grasps when using the machine and we were now all set to have Zack start his marathon. A world class runner can complete the 26 mile course in less than two hours, but we knew Zack couldn't come close to that time. So we set the timer for one hour and fifty minutes which is how long it takes a world class runner to complete a marathon. This averages to about thirteen miles per hour. We knew that Zack was not a world class long distance runner, so we made it easier for him. We set the speed on the treadmill at only seven miles per hour, barely half the speed of an Olympian marathoner. Zack would only have to run at about eight miles an hour to keep up the pace. To make sure he would actually run, we tied his hands to the treadmill so he could not get off it and set the speed and timer to the appropriate levels. We knew that he couldn't use his arms to help his stride, but we felt the slower times we allowed Zack to keep up with more than made up for this minor inconvenience. We stayed to watch Zack for a while. He was able to keep the pace for about five minutes and then he began to tire. Because his hands were tied to the treadmill, he couldn't get off it. He just sort of sagged down and the rubber tread moved abrasively against his legs and knees. His arms were being stretched as he was being pushed back toward the back end of the treadmill Zack was in pain and would be forced to endure it for almost two hours. We stayed downstairs for about ten more minutes to enjoy watching him struggle to avoid the inevitable pain and to laugh at him and taunt him. Then we got bored and went back upstairs and let Zack suffer alone. When we went back downstairs to check on him when the race time had expired, Zack was a total mess. He was slumped down on the treadmill, his legs were bruised and he was extremely short of breath. We decided to punish him for failing to complete the event. We freed him from the treadmill and Zack literally collapsed down on the mat, totally exhausted, barely moving and totally incapable of defending himself. He was lying helplessly on his back, so we could attack him any way we chose. Naturally, we chose the most painful way we could think of. Stacie and I each grabbed one of Zack's legs and spread them widely. Then we went after his knees again by each of a applying that excrutiating hold to both of his legs at the same time. Rebecca wrapped her muscular legs around Zack's head with a tight figure four headscissors. Kelly applied the most painful part of our vicious attack. Crawling between his spread legs, she applied the testicular claw on his balls. She really put it to him as she absolutely loved this hold and was experienced in using it. She knew how to maximize the pain she inflicted, but even tried to exceed that. After a few minutes, Rebecca released her scissors, but jammed her hard shin down across Zack's throat. The rest of us maintained our holds for about another ten minutes. When we were finally done toturing him, we knew that we had done a good job in our tribute to the Olympics. I wonder if we could too it when the Winter Olympics take place.