Shannon Part4 The Party                    
by Madman
 
 
Now that school is closed for summer vacation, I wanted to do something
to keep the girls in our wrestling club interested in bullying and
beating the wimpy boys.  I came up with a great idea to do that and have
a lot of fun as well.  I am sure you all know about nerd parties, where
girls invite the nerdiest boys they can find to a party and then make fun
of them.  I wanted to take that a major step further by having a wimp
party.  We would invite the wimpiest boys and beat the crap out of them
at the party.  We could make games out of it and I am sure that the girls
would have an amazing time.  If the boys did not like it, who cares? 
There were only two problems to overcome and both would be easy to deal
with.
 
We needed a place to have this party and Smoke's backyard would be
perfect.  It is completely surrounded by bushes and fencing so that no
one would be able to see what we were doing in there.  I would make Smoke
bring out a sound system to cover up any screaming and crying and also
make him serve refreshments to us.  Merely threatening to beat him up
again, if he would not do this, would  definitely cause him to fully
cooperate.  I had beaten him up badly several times before, and I knew
that he would do anything to avoid another severe beating.  Intimidation
is a beautiful thing and we could always beat him up again anyways, if we
felt like it.
 
Getting wimpy boys to show up was our other problem.  If I called them,
they would very likely chicken out as they would probably figure out why
they were being invited.  So, I had to find some one outside of the
wrestling club to invite them to our party.  Denise and Sarah were the
two cheerleaders that attended our last club meeting and they really
seemed to enjoy watching us work over Sam Taylor.  They could invite the
boys and the stupid wimps would not be aware of the theme of our party. 
They got excited about the idea when I talked to them and were more than
eager to participate.  We now had six girls, four of the five members of
the wrestling club plus the two cheerleaders and we needed to get the six
wimpiest boys to have fun with.  Our little gymnast, Kim, was on vacation
with her family and could not attend.  They were in England visiting some
kind of Valkyrie museum.    It only took eight phone calls for Denise and
Sarah to find these boys as two of them would be out of town on the party
date.  These girls were great flirts and I am sure that the boys were
eager to come and expected to have some close contact with pretty girls. 
They were going to get close contact, but not the type of contact that
they expected or wanted.
 
Finally the date of the party arrived and all the girls came about an
hour early so that we could get ready before the boys arrived.  Smoke had
a good CD stereo player hooked up and had laid out a nice table of snacks
and drinks.  I told him to stay in the house and not to come out during
the party.  I brought an egg timer for use in the timed matches that I
had planned and my bicycle lock.  All the girls had bikinis on underneath
their clothing to enable them to quickly strip down when wrestling with
the boys.  We talked about some of the things that we were going to do to
the boys and our laughter made it difficult to concentrate on firming up
our plans.  We were just trying to figure out how we could have the most
fun with them as no matter what plans we set, the boys had no way to stop
us.  We were going to overpower them and beat them up and planned to
enjoy every second of it.
 
Soon the boys started to arrive.  When they saw all the wrestling club
girls, they got nervous and I think some of them considered leaving.  We
were very nice to them and welcomed them and told them to help themselves
to the refreshments.  We also told them that a lot more people would be
coming soon and that seemed to put them at ease.  Once again, the
cheerleaders acted as hosts and because they were so pretty and not
associated with our wrestling club, the wimps bought into it and relaxed
and started to enjoy themselves.  I thought this was funny because a few
minutes of enjoyment was soon to change into some major suffering for
them. 
 
 When the sixth and last boy arrived, I used my bike lock on the gate
latch to prevent them from escaping.  Then, I revealed to them the real
purpose of our party and enjoyed watching their extremely nervous and
cowardly reactions.  I made sure to tell them that Paula was the sprinter
on the track team.  If any of them tried to run away, she would catch
them and they would be beaten much more severely as punishment.  The boys
were huddled together as if that was going to help them.  There was
nothing that could help them and we planned to have our way with them
with or without their consent.  This would be an excellent teaching
experience for the other girls to learn how to force their will on a boy,
regardless of his attempts to resist or worm his way out of it.
 
"Lets get the fun started," I announced, "by having me show you how easy
it is to get a boy to cry."  I grabbed the arm of one of the boys and
pulled him away from the others.  It happened to be Jeffrey, one of the
wimpiest boys in the school.  He was only about 5' 3" inches and 115
pounds so I had a good four inches and 30 pounds of muscle to my
advantage.  He was so nervous that he was shaking with fear before I even
started on him.  I enjoyed watching this behavior as I informed my
audience that I could bring him to tears quickly and easily.  It almost
looked like he on the verge of tears before I even got started on him.  I
could tell by the way he was frozen with fear that I did not have to
concern myself with defense and could just attack him any way that I
wanted.  His eyes looked like they would pop out of his head as he
watched me slowly strip down to my bikini and flex my muscles.
 
I grabbed him around his puny chest and just threw him down to the
ground.  Quickly, I moved behind him and snared him with a body
scissors.  He was in immediate pain, but I added a hammerlock on his left
arm just for the fun of it.  When I cranked up the pressure on both my
holds, Jeffrey yelled "I give up let me go."
 
I answered "No way, I don't hear any crying yet."  Only a few seconds
later, I could sense that he was going to cry but I had not had
nearly enough fun with him.  Still keeping him in both holds, I covered
his mouth with my free hand to prevent anyone from seeing or hearing him
cry.  I could feel his lips quiver as I stifled him.  I continued to
increase the pressure and he was thrashing wildly and his wet mouth made
it difficult for me to keep my hand from sliding off of it.  I rolled
with him still trapped between my legs so that he was face down on the
grass.  I told him "You're tougher than I thought, I guess I will have to
try something else."  Quickly, I released my holds and sat facing his
feet on the back of his head.  I reached down and reapplied the
hammerlock to his left arm.  He was flailing wildly in pain with his
other three limbs, so I reached forward and grabbed his right ankle. 
Now, I leaned back and pulled on that ankle to add a half Boston Crab to
my hammerlock.  This was so way kewl.  Jeffrey was in a lot of pain from
both holds and with his face jammed into the grass under my butt, there
was no way for him to visibly cry.
 
His whole body was quivering in pain as I leaned back even further to
increase the force of both of my holds.  I just love really putting it to
some stupid wimp and intended to maximize his suffering and my enjoyment
of causing it.  Then I heard the cheerleader Denise say "Haven't you made
him cry yet, Shannon, I should think he would be crying by now."  I
glared at her, as I was not ready to stop having fun with him.  Then I
realized that she was new at this and did not understand my intent. 
Also, without Denise's help in getting the boys to come to to party, I
would have not had this opportunity to have fun.  It probably was time to
let the other girls share in the fun, anyways.
 
I let Jeffrey go and turned him over to his back.  He was obviously
crying and little bits of grass were stuck to his tearful face.  I stood
up, put my foot on his chest and flexed my arms in a victory pose while
declaring "Looks like I made him cry alright."  When I removed my foot,
Jeffrey still lay crying on the ground.  When I told him to move away
unless he wanted me to start on him again, he crawled away while still
crying and it was now time for our next game.
 
Next on the agenda was a contest between Vicki and Paula to see who could
make a boy pass out faster from a head scissors.  At almost six feet tall
and 185 pounds, Vicky was bigger and stronger than the 5' 7' 145 pound
Paula.  But as the sprinter on the track team, Paula had fabulous heavily
muscled legs.  I pulled out two more of our wimps, Peter and Zack to
participate.  Both of them where puny guys who weighed less than 130
pounds.  I told them to cooperate with the girls or that they would get
severely beaten and then knocked out with the scissors.  Both of the
jerks were very nervous, but they meekly complied with my demands.  the
two girls slowly removed their shorts to reveal their powerful legs fully
in only thong bikini bottoms.  They slowly flexed and stretched their
legs and it had the same intimidating effect on their victims as my
flexing had on Jeffrey.
 
Each girl instructed their victim to lie on his back.  Vicki chose to
position herself by the top of Peter's head and put him in a straight
head scissors.  Paula went beside Zack and locked in a side head
scissors.  I began the countdown "One -two - three- squeeze girls." 
Vicki immediately put her full strength into her hold and Peter's head
turned red immediately.  Paula also put power into her hold, but she was
smiling as she peered into Zack's face.  It was obvious that Vicki was
taking the challenge seriously and her big thighs swelled as she crushed
Peter's head which was quickly turning purple.  I could see her face
contort with effort as she put all of her awesome strength into her
hold.  In less than thirty seconds, he was out cold and I had to tell her
to release the hold before she literally killed the wimp.  Vicki didn't
even know that she had put him out already as she was fully concentrating
on applying her power to the hold.
 
She got up and strutted over to Paula and announced "I won, your guy is
still conscious." 
 
Paula laughed while still keeping her victim trapped between her thick 
muscle ribbed black thighs.  "I think that I won because I get to have
fun longer.  I have not even approached full strength and intend to enjoy
crushing him slowly before knocking him out.  I think I will crank it up
to 50% power and see what happens."  When she did so, Zack's face turned
red and he struggled vainly to escape.  He pleaded for her to let him
go.  "No way," was Paula's response.  "You will stay just like this until
I decide to knock you out.  Just enjoy the feel of my legs around your
stupid head."
 
Zack seemed to be slipping into unconsciousness, so Paula cut back on the
pressure and asked for some one to bring her a glass of soda.  I brought
it to her and she drank while still scissoring her helpless  victim.  I
could not resist getting right into his face and asking him if he was
having fun while I tweaked his nose.  It was very obvious that he was in
great discomfort and I loved the way Paula chose to extend his
suffering.  I hoped that Vicki was learning from this.  Why beat a guy in
only a few seconds when it is so much more fun to take your time?
 
Zack began violently thrashing and pounded his fist into Paula's thigh.  
She bore down hard with the scissors and told him "You are not to touch
my legs.  In fact you are to stay perfectly still.  Every time you move,
I will hurt you more.'  She pulsated her legs to emphasize her point. 
Zack lay still now and Paula cut back just a bit on the power.  She was
dominating him physically and mentally and it was beautiful to watch. 
After a few more minutes, Paula declared "This is starting to bore me,
it's time to put you out."  She cranked up her scissors to full force for
the first time and in merely seconds, he was out cold.  Paula got up and
stroked her muscular thighs in a very sexy way and I could almost sense
the other boys feeling torn between admiration and fear of them.
 
Our party was going so well, we were having a great time and we still had
three wimps left to play with.  It was now Jessie's turn and she wanted
to demonstrate some judo for us.  Jessie is a beautiful 5' 6" 130 pound
blonde that had been studying judo for three years.  I told her to pick
her victim and she selected Larry, another wimpy nerd that was two inches
and about ten pounds smaller than her.  She told us that although judo is
usually done wearing a GI, that she would also strip down to her bikini
because it was warm and she did not want grass stains on her clothes. 
She explained that judo basically consisted of many variations of four
attacks; throws, chokes, pins and arm locks.  She told us that the arm
locks were her favorite because they caused so much pain with so little
effort.
 
Larry was now standing in the middle of our grass ring with that
frightened deer in headlights expression.  Jessie moved seductively in a
type of warm up Kata and Larry was mesmerized by it.  Suddenly, she
backed into him, grabbed his right upper arm, thrust her hips back and
flipped him over her shoulder to the ground.  It was done so swiftly that
I doubt that Larry knew what had happened.  He was flat on his back and
Jessie still had hold of his arm.  "This is my favorite throw," she
proclaimed.  The quick hard fall stuns my victim and I already have
control of the arm that I will have fun with."
 
Jessie explained how she was applying a tough arm lock.  "I pull him to
his side now and , while kneeling, step over his neck with my left leg to
trap his body.  Now, I position my right arm under his forearm near the
elbow and bend his wrist back with my left arm.  I can lock it in real
good by grabbing my left wrist with my right hand.  As I bend his arm
down, pressure is put on both his shoulder and his elbow.  This is called
a Ude Garami."  When Jessie put force into this lock, Larry screamed in
pain.  I was glad the the music was playing loudly so that no one could
hear him.  "This is a very effective submission hold, but who cares if
Larry submits?  Why don't you girls come and get a closer look at this
hold?"  While Jessie kept her victim trapped in the painful lock, the
rest of us, one by one came and got a close look at it.  We took our
time, as we were in no hurry for Jessie to let him free.  Larry was so
well trapped that any move on his part only increased the stress on his
arm.  Seeing Larry's agony up close was fun but it was even more way kewl
to see Jessie's obvious satisfaction in being able to control and punish
her victim so effortlessly.
 
"Let me show you another one," Jessie said, as she released her hold and
pulled Larry up to his feet by his shirt.  As soon as he was standing,
while maintaining a grip on his shirt she kicked the back of his lower
leg to trip him back down to the grass.  "This is just a simple sliding
foot sweep" she informed us as she dropped her own body down beside
his. " Now I will show you another arm lock on his left arm so that he
will have two sore arms to remember me by"  She grabbed his left wrist
and pulled his arm straight out from his body.  Then she scissored his
skinny upper arm between her thighs and draped her lower legs across his
neck.  "This is called the Jujigatami or arm bar" she informed up as she
thrust up with her hips and pulled down on his arm.  The stress on his
elbow caused Larry to scream out in pain immediately.
 
"This is actually the most effective arm lock submission hold in Judo,
but I can't see his face like I could with the other hold.  I do have
him totally controlled by just one of his arms so the rest of his body is
available to be double teamed.  I could snap his arm like a twig with no
problem if I felt like it, but I think that I will just let him feel the
pain for a while."  Jessie ignored his pleas to be let go and just
enjoyed herself for a couple minutes before letting him go.  Then she got
up, Larry was laying on his back, crying. 
 
"You better get out of our ring so that we can move on or we will just
use you for the next part as well," I told him.  It was so funny watching
him try to crawl away with two almost useless arms.  "Now it is time for
a very special treat" I announced.  Even though our cheerleaders Sarah
and Denise are not yet in our wrestling club, they want to participate in
the fun.  Since they have been such much help in arranging this party, it
is only fair to let them share the fun.  They want to have a tag team
elimination match like the WWE.  When some one is pinned for a count of
ten, they are eliminated and their partner must continue alone.  I will
set the egg timer for twenty minutes and this should be way kewl."
 
While neither of the girls had a lot of fighting experience, they were
both good athletes and very eager.  Sarah was about 5' 7" and 130 pounds
with very pretty long wavy red hair and bright green eyes.  Denise was a
bit smaller at 5' 4" and 125 but looked to be pretty strong.  She had
short dark hair and grayish colored eyes.  While they stripped down to
their bikinis, we dragged out the remaining wimps, Chris and Doug.  Chris
was about the same size as Denise and Doug was even smaller.  I set the
timer and announced that the match was to begin.  Both teams started with
their larger members, so it was Sarah and Chris.  The action was a little
slow in starting as neither was sure of what to do.  Finally, they locked
up and both fell to the mat while struggling for position.  Chris was
actually able to get on top of her and for the first time all evening, a
boy had the advantage.  I didn't want to, but I was forced to start the
ten count.  Fortunately, Sarah was near her corner and she raised her let
so that Denise could tag her foot and take over for her team.  Chris was
unaware of the tag.
 
He became aware of it quickly as Denise gave him a hard elbow to the back
of his head.  He rolled off Sarah over to his side and Denise went right
at him with a series of stomps to his body.  She then pulled him roughly
to his feet by his shirt and his hair and flung him toward her corner. 
Denise met him with a kick to the stomach and Chris fell back to the
ground.  Denise wanted to get tagged back in so that she could make him
pay for embarrassing her in the beginning of the match and Sarah
obliged.  Chris was winded and that gave Sarah the opportunity to do
whatever she wanted to him.  She grabbed his right arm and attempted to
apply the arm bar that Jessie had demonstrated.  She did get it on him
and Chris was obviously in pain.
 
"Move in closer to him and arch your hips up" Jessie advised and Denise
was eager to improve her hold.  When she did so, Chris screamed in pain
that he was submitting.  I calmly explained to him that there were no
submissions and that only a pin could end a fall.  After another minute
or so, Sarah let him go and tagged Denise back in.  Before Chris had time
to do anything, Denise applied the same arm bar to his other
arm. Although smaller than Sarah, Denise appeared to be more aggressive
and announced that she would hurt him even more with the same hold.  By
the agonized reactions of her victim, it looked like she was backing up
her claim.
 
Sarah was calling out to Denise to tag her back in, so Denise released
her hold to make the tag.  Chris was trying to crawl, with two sore arms,
to his corner to tag in Doug.  Sarah rushed in and dragged him toward the
girls' corner by his feet before he could make that tag.  Now, the
helpless boy was completely at the mercy of the two girls and they were
enjoying themselves too much to end the fall.  They tagged each other in
frequently as they pummeled him with fists, knees and stomps.  Only when
I reminded them that they had two boys to deal with, did Denise drop down
on him with a schoolgirl pin while I counted to ten to end the fall.
 
While Chris was struggling to leave the wrestling area, I noticed that
Doug was running toward the fence and attempting to climb it and escape. 
Paula raced after him and roughly pulled him off the fence.  With one
hand on his neck and the other on his shirt, she dragged in back to the
wrestling area.  I was furious.  "I told you that trying to run away
would just make things worse for you.  The next fall will be a lumberjack
match"  The four girls that were not in the match would surround the
wrestling area.  If Doug went outside that area, we would force him back
in.  Doug looked absolutely horror struck as he realized that all six of
us were eager to work on him and that any one of us could take him
without help.  Chris was now eliminated from the match and Doug was all
by himself.  While no one was looking I adjusted the egg timer to add
another five minutes to the match just to be sure that he would be
sufficiently punished.
 
Both of the cheerleaders wanted to start the fall with Doug, so I
informed then that there was plenty of time for both of them to have fun
with him.  Without hesitation, Denise rushed at him and knocked him down
with a hard forearm blow to his chest.  Then she began viciously stomping
him. By twisting away and blocking some of the stomps with his arms, Doug
tried to protect his body, but even the ones that struck his arms hurt. 
Then, at Sarah's urging, Denise tagged her in.
 
As Doug raised himself to a seated position, Sarah got behind him, placed
her knee in the middle of his back and pulled both of his arms back with
a modified version of a surfboard.  She was definitely hurting him and
there was no way for him to even try and escape.  I thought there was a
way to make it even more painful, so I suggested that Sarah lace her
fingers under his chin and pull back his head.  She did so and now had
him in a version of the Camel Clutch.  I could see the difference in the
styles of the two girls and they blended well as a team.  Sarah liked to
use wrestling holds while Denise was more into punching and kicking. 
Combining these attacks would make for a very interesting fight.  Doug
was already groaning and begging for mercy, but he sure was not going to
get any mercy from these two excited enthusiastic girls.
 
After a couple minutes of torturing her victim with these holds, Sarah
pulled him to his feet by the hair, grabbed his arm and flung him outside
the wrestling area towards Jessie.  Being that this was a lumberjack
match, Jessie had to return him to the wrestling area and she was happy
to do so.  She flipped him over her shoulder with the same move that she
had shown us before and Doug landed with a thud on his back.  She picked
him up roughly and flung him towards me this time.
 
I signaled for Paula to get down on all fours behind him as I pulled him
back up to his feet.  Then I pushed him hard and he fell over her back to
the wrestling area once again.  Sarah waited for him to get up, but he
just laid there, so she once again dragged him back to his feet.  This
time she flung him towards Vicki.  Vicki was a little upset that she had
so little time to work over her victim and was glad to get another shot. 
She picked up the helpless Doug and body slammed him back into the middle
of the wrestling area.  It was actually more of a power slam as she went
down with him to add her weight to the force of the blow.
 
Sarah now tagged Denise back in.  Denise resumed her stomping tactics,
but now Doug was completely unable to defend himself.  Blow after blow
reigned down on his chest and stomach and he was coughing and
sputtering.  Finally, he recovered enough breath to beg Denise to pin
him.  "Okay you stupid wimp, I will pin you" replied Denise.  She dropped
down hard on him with a schoolgirl pin and I started a very slow ten
count.  At the count of eight, Denise got off him and tagged Sarah back
in.  The look of dismay on Doug's face was priceless as he now realized
that his beating was not over yet. 
 
Sarah wanted to put Doug in more painful holds.  Although she was
inexperienced, she could twist his body any way she wanted to because he
was totally unable to offer any resistance.  She looked toward me and
asked what hold she should try.
 
"What hold would you like to try, I can teach you how to do it" I
responded.
 
" I don't know" she answered.  "I just want one that hurts a lot where I
can see his face.  It is so way kewl to watch them suffer."
 
I nodded in approval of her attitude and suggested that she sit behind
him and get him in a figure four scissors.  By sitting up, she would have
a great view of his face.  To give him some additional pain, I told her
to grab his wrist with one hand and bend his fingers back with the
other.  I was surprised and pleased that she applied the figure four
scissors without me having to instruct her and she quickly grabbed his
left wrist to provide the extra pain to his hand.  Not content to merely
subject him to this severe pain, Sarah began to taunt him.  "I hope you
are enjoying this as much as I am" she told him.  "Next time, we'll do
this by ourselves and I can keep you like this for hours."  Doug tried to
say something, but Sarah increased the pressure of her holds so he could
only groan in pain.  He was too weak to even scream properly.  Sarah had
a huge wicked grin on her face and I was also both surprised and pleased
to see how much she was getting into this.  With a little more practice
applying holds, she would be totally awesome.  I felt obligated to tell
her that there was only two minutes left and that she should pin him to
complete their victory.
 
Sarah reluctantly released her hold and sat on him with a schoolgirl
pin.  At the count of eight, she also got up just like Denise had done
earlier.  "I will give the honor to you, Denise," she stated, as she
tagged her partner back in.
 
Denise could not resist giving him a couple more quick stomps.  She
really seemed to enjoy stomping her victims.  Then she reverse sat his
face and pinned his arms down with her shins.  The entire time that I was
counting out a very slow ten count, she pounded her fists into Doug's
very tender stomach.  When the count was completed, both gals put a foot
on his prone body and flexed in a victory pose.  We laughed and cheered
as this was a fitting ending to a most enjoyable match.  A couple of the
other boys tried to help Doug up to his feet and they were having trouble
doing so.  Doug had received by far the worst beating of all the wimpy
boys, but he deserved it for his pathetic attempt to run away.  He was
groggy and in tears - a beautiful sight to behold.
 
There was still a large pitcher of lemonade on the snack table that Smoke
had set up for us.  I poured six glasses, one for each girl and then
asked if any of the boys were thirsty.  One of them said "Please, we are
so thirsty after all of this."
 
I deliberately dropped the pitcher on the ground and said sarcastically
"Oh, isn't that too bad.  Now there is nothing for you guys to drink."  I
removed my bike lock from the gate clasp and in a forceful tone said "You
guys must be crazy to think that we would party with a bunch of wimps
like you.  You have thirty seconds to get the hell out of here or we will
beat you up even worse."  It was funny to see these boys struggle to all
get through the narrow gate at one time.  After the boys were gone, we
had fun discussing what we had done to them and thinking of other ways to
crush boys' bodies and egos in the future.
 
Our party had been a total success.  We had all had a great time and the
two cheerleaders will be fine additions to our wrestling club.  For the
first summer vacation ever, I was actually looking forward to the start
of the next school year.  Then we will really have our way and we intend
to take advantage of and to enjoy every opportunity.