Shannon Part 5  Don't Mess With My Girls               
by Madman
 


The new school year has been kind of dull so far.  The Girls Wrestling Club
has had it's meetings, but they were not what I had hoped they would be.  Old
Miss Finch, our teacher adviser, had been to every meeting.  She thought that
since it was a girls' club, that we should not have any boys at the meetings. 
The whole idea of the club was to teach other girls how to beat up and
dominate boys, so without having any of them present, it was hard to make much
progress.  We practiced holds and other techniques on each other, but it was
not the same as having real boys to beat up.  We had several new members,
including the cheerleaders from last year, so at least our club was growing. 
I was trying to think of ways to schedule meetings when Miss Finch could not
come, but had not been able to find any days that would work so far.  Having
boys at the meetings not only helped to practice ways to thrash them, but it
made the meetings so much more fun and way kewl.

I did the best I could at our last meeting without having any boys to use as
practice dummies.  When we practiced with other girls, we were reluctant to
hurt them and that is why we need to have some boys at the meetings.  I taught
them some holds and some strategies.  The main concept was to work on one body
part, such as an arm, until he could no longer use it to defend himself.  Take
away an arm from a boy and he would be totally helpless.  Also, the pain that
went along with the attack would turn the wimps into crying babies very
quickly.  Of course, that is when our fun would really start, but without a
boy at the meeting, I could not show the other girls that aspect.

The schoolwork was easy, as always, because I made the wimpy boys do all my
homework.  Today, I actually had to do some of the work.  I had an oral report
to make in history class tomorrow.  Naturally, I had one of the boys write the
report, but I still had to look it over before I could speak in front of the
class.  I stopped in the library to do this after classes were over.

The library was one of my best tools for recruiting wimpy boys to dominate. 
The nerdy wimpy boys tended to go to the library frequently.  Often, I would
go to the library to spot a new victim.  When he left to go home, I would
follow him and confront him in the now deserted school grounds to beat him up
and add him to my collection of boy slaves.  It was like the library was the
official grounds for the "geeks are us" crowd."  I spotted a new mousy looking
guy, he was probably a freshman, and intended to have my way with him.  When
he left, I gathered my note cards and followed him.  I kept quite a distance
between us and he had no idea that I was following him.  It had been a long
time since I had beat up a boy and I was really looking forward to it.

When we started across the school grounds, I noticed something that distracted
me.  Some boy was pinning some one down on the grass, so I let my new victim
go, and approached them.  The boy was sitting on his victim with his back
toward me, so he did not see me coming towards him.  When I got closer, I
could tell that the boy was Sam, the varsity wrestler that we had used for a
practice dummy at the wrestling club meetings last year.  I understood that he
had gained weight over the summer and planned to compete at 147 pounds instead
of 135 like he had done last year.  When I got right behind him, I could see
his victim was Pam, the smallest member of our wrestling club.  Barely 100
pounds and with no real fighting experience, she was not able to fend Sam off.

Sam was taunting her.  "You're not so tough when Shannon is not around are
you?  I'll show you what a real man can do to a girl when he feels like it." 
Pam was brave, she was not crying and she was doing her best to topple Sam,
but his size advantage made it impossible for her to escape.  I was furious. 
No boy was allowed to beat girls in my school, especially the girls that were
in my club.  Sam was showing what a coward he was by picking on such a tiny
gal as well.  Now, I had a real reason to beat up a guy and to beat him up
badly.

I reached down, grabbed Sam by the hair and pulled him off Pam back to his
feet.  Before he even realized what was happening, I jerked his head down and
shot my knee into his jaw.  Sam crumpled down to the grass with a shocked
expression on his face.  "Let's see how you can do with a girl your own size,"
I yelled at him.  Before he had a chance to recover, I sat behind his head and
put him in one of my favorite holds, the figure four scissors.  This was such
an easy hold to control them with, and if I really wanted to power the hold, I
could pull back on my ankle with my hand.  By leaning forward, I could could
enjoy the view of their reddened anguished faces.  I kept medium pressure on
him, enough to  hurt him, but not enough to risk knocking him out and ending
his suffering too early.

Pam was now standing and looked upset.  I think she was embarrassed out me
seeing her losing to a boy.  "Don't worry about it Pam," I told her.  "You did
nothing wrong.  When you have more experience, I am sure that you will be able
to beat up boys that are bigger than you.  Just watch how I make this jerk pay
big time for messing with you."  Sam was trying to say something and I was in
no mood to heat anything from this jerk.  I tightened up my scissors so my
calf was pressed against his throat, strangling him.  Now, the only sound he
could make was a gagging one as he struggled to get air.

I really needed no strategy to beat this guy, I could do anything I wanted to
him.  But this might be a good opportunity to demonstrate how to incapacitate
an arm, like we had discussed in our club meeting.  It would also give me a
good way to show off in front of Pam and to give Sam his well deserved pain. 
I gave Sam a short, very hard squeeze with my muscular legs, just to be sure
that he could not resist me.  Then, I released the hold and rolled him over to
his back.

Straddling his back, I pulled his left arm behind him in a hammer lock.  Sam
was grunting in pain and the sound was very pleasing to my ears.  The further
I forced his arm up, the higher pitched his moaning got.  It was like I was
playing a musical instrument as I made him change pitch.  I amused both myself
and Pam for a couple minutes by varying the force of this painful hold in
order to coax a variety of sounds from Sam.  I realized that I had already
incapacitated his arm, but it was not that important to me.  First of all, I
could beat him whether or not he had use of that left arm.  Secondly, my goal
was to punish him severely for attacking little Pam and painful holds, like
this one, were the best ways to do that.

As a matter of fact, I decided to add a lot more pain to this very basic
hold.  I was easily able to hold his arm in place by using only my right arm. 
I grasped the thumb of his trapped hand and pulled it away from the rest of
his hand.  This brought forth a high pitched shriek and I knew that I was
really hurting the jerk this time.  It was such a kewl feeling to know that I
could do this so effortlessly.  I was content to just relax while sitting on
Sam's back and making sure that he remained in pain.  I smiled at Pam and
could see that she was also enjoying it.  After a couple more minutes, I was
getting bored with this position, so I stood up to decide what I would do next
to continue his punishment.  Sam remained on the ground trying to massage his
sore shoulder and hand with his right hand.

Pam interrupted my thoughts by saying "Let me have a turn on him now.  After
all, the revenge should be mine."  She knew that Sam was totally helpless by
now.  My choking scissors had worn him down and his left arm and hand were now
useless to him.

"Sure, go ahead" I replied.  I was curious to see what Pam would do and wanted
to encourage her to dominate boys.  A helpless one would be a good one for her
to start with.  Pam dropped down on the boy and straddled his chest.  "Now who
is pinned?" she asked sarcastically.  Sam did not reply, so she moved up
higher on his chest and was going to grab his wrists to stretch his arms
overhead.  When she grabbed his left wrist, she noticed that the fleshy area
at the base of his thumb was swollen and discolored.  Obviously, my thumb
pulling had caused some real damage.

Pam got off him and held his left arm down by pinning the fore arm under her
right foot.  Then, she started stomping his hand with her left foot.  Once
again, we were treated to the higher pitched sounds that indicated that she
was really hurting him.  I was impressed with how brutal she was being with
him and was sure that she wanted to impress me as I had with her earlier.  Pam
was a small girl, but her gymnastics training gave her good balance and
surprising strength and she was not hesitant about using those physical skills
to subject Sam to some major pain.

When she finally stopped her stomping, Sam once again grabbed his sore left
hand as if that could give him any relief.  "No you don't, Sam, Pam proclaimed
as she kicked him over to his belly.  Pam seemed to really be enjoying beating
up Sam as it not only gave her a chance to get revenge on him, but also a
chance to impress me.  I was really impressed with her attitude and the way
she seemed to enjoy inflicting pain on him.

"I think I'll try out that arm stretch you taught us, Melissa"  Pam declared
as she sat down next to her victim.  Grasping his left wrist with both her
hands, she placed one foot against the side of his chest and the other against
the side of his neck.  Then she pulled back with her arms while pushing out
with her legs.  Sam's injured arm was no match for the combined power of all
four of Pam's limbs and, once again, she had him in intense pain.  Although
she was a small slender girl, Pam's firm leg muscles stood out in a pretty
relief as she used them to continue his punishment.  I had an urge to apply
the same hold to his right arm, but I restrained myself.  This was Pam's turn
to work solo and she was certainly doing a great job.  Pam's face showed a
lovely combination of strain, as she was putting all her power into her hold,
and pleasure that she was deriving from her efforts.  Pam adjusted her grip on
his wrist in order to also dig her thumb nail into that injured part of his
hand.

After maintaining this hold for a couple of minutes, Pam released it and
quickly straddled his back.  She put him in the same hammerlock hold that I
had used to start working on his arm.  I was thrilled with her methods.  I had
taught the girls that working on an arm would make the victim unable to resist
any other types of attacks.  Pam did not seem to care about that.  She figured
that the most severe punishment would be to continue working on that sore arm
and I think she was right.  Just the slightest pressure on his already injured
shoulder created lots of pain for him and she was using far more than slight
pressure on him.  I loved the cruel attitude she was demonstrating and the
methodical way that she was maximizing his pain.  I also thought there was
nothing else she could do to increase his suffering, but Pam proved me wrong.

She scooted up higher on his back and kept Sam's left arm trapped under her
knee.  Then Pam leaned forward, cupped her hands under his chin and pulled
back.  She now had Sam in an agonizing camel clutch hold without releasing the
hammerlock.  It was beautiful and I only wish I had a camera to take a picture
of it.  Their facial expressions were priceless.  Sam's was contorted in a
combination of pain and frustration.  Pam's face was also contorted, but
because of the physical exertion to maximize her victim's suffering.  Her
twinkling eyes revealed the joy, pride and pleasure she was feeling because of
it.

At this point, I felt that Sam had been sufficiently punished, but Pam did not
see it that way.  It was so much fun watching her that I had no intention of
stopping her.  She decided to use some of her gymnastics skills to help her
torment him even more.  Pam let his head go and kept his arm trapped behind
him in the hammerlock with both her hands.  Between the two of us, we had kept
him in this painful hold for well over fifteen minutes and I did not know how
much more his shoulder could withstand.  I was about to find that out.

Pushing down on his trapped arm, Pam kicked her legs back and up and raised
herself to a handstand position.  Then she dropped down hard with her knee
directly on his left shoulder.  Sam howled and Pam had an ear to ear smile as
she realized how effective this move had been.  She repeated this
devastating move four more times for her own pleasure and for mine.  Her
athleticism combined with her vicious attitude was unbelievably kewl to
watch.  It would be a long time before Sam would try to mess with one of my
girls again.

Finally, Pam let go of his arm and stood up.  She was drenched in sweat from
the exertion of her extreme and successful thrashing of Sam.  Sam stayed on
the grass and his face was also moist, but his moisture was due to his tears. 
"I think I've got my revenge on him, what do you think, Shannon?" Pam asked.

"I think you paid him back big time and I am proud of the way you did it" I
replied.  As we walked away from the prone defeated boy, Pam could not resist
giving him one more hard kick into that same shoulder.

The next day at school, I made sure that I walked by Sam's locker.  He was
struggling with his lock as his left arm was in a sling and his left hand was
heavily wrapped.  When he saw me coming, he turned so that his right side
would be facing me on order to protect his left arm.  "And how are you feeling
today?" I asked with my voice dripping with sarcasm.  The kids that could hear
me were chuckling as the news of how Pam and I demolished him had spread
quickly through the halls.  Sam did not respond so I continued.  "I do hope
you feel better real soon."  As I walked past him, I thrust my hip against his
side, causing him to crash into his own locker with that injured left arm.  
My girls and I had taken the level of respect and fear from our classmates up
a notch and I intended to take full advantage of that in the coming days.