Shannon Part 6  The Book Affair
by Madman



Shannon here again. I know it has been a while since I updated you and what
has been going on, but that does not mean that I have not been busy. The girls
in our wrestling club have been working hard at increasing our strength and
becoming better fighters. We have also added quite a few of the wimpy boys to
our collection of dominated slaves. My only complaint is that some of the
girls think it is not necessary to continue punishing boys that do everything
that we order them to do. Beating them up anyways, from time to time, only
serves to reinforce our dominance and it is so much fun. Their service to us
includes more than doing our homework and giving us money. Providing us with
enjoyment is also part of what we require them to do. If that involves
accepting some pain on their part, that is their tough luck. We don't want to
get rusty from lack of practice in beating them up.

Last week, I thought of a way to make sure that a boy would disobey us and
provide us with a good excuse to punish him thoroughly for it. All we had to
do was to have two girls tell him to do opposite things. Being that it would
be impossible for him to obey us both, the lucky gal, who was not obeyed,
would have good cause to beat the crap out of him. When I brought this idea up
at our wrestling club meeting, all the girls volunteered to participate. They
thought it was a clever idea and were anxious to get a chance to work over
some wimp.

The four girls that were the original members came up with a better way to do
this and get more of us involved. Rather than have only one girl make each
request, two girls would do so. That way, two girls, instead of only one,
could punish the wimp and double teaming is just so kewl and so much extra
fun. We decided to team up Pam and Vicki, the largest and smallest girls on
one side and have Paula and Jessie on the other.

It was easy to come up with a demand from each set of girls that would be
impossible for him to comply with. The school library had only one copy of
"The Old Man and the Sea" by Hemingway. We would tell him that each set of
girls was doing a book report on it and that he was to check out the book and
give it to them. The girls that did not get the book would have an excuse to
punish him. He was to bring the book to the gym during our club meeting. The
girls would tell him that they did not have time to go to the library before
changing into gym clothes for the meeting. Also, this would enable the entire
club to watch, learn and enjoy. I knew that our teacher/advisor Miss Finch
would not be at our next meeting and that we would have plenty of time to work
the chump over.

Now, all we had to do was to select our victim. I recommended Billy, a newly
added wimp that I had beaten up a couple of weeks ago. I did not have enough
time to do a thorough job on him and none of the other girls had worked him
over yet. This seemed like a good choice as he really needed a more forceful
beating and all the girls liked getting fresh victims. Everyone agreed with my
choice and they were all eager to watch it. The four lucky girls were even
more excited and each was hoping that they would be the ones to get to punish
him. We had Pam and Vicki waiting together on one side of the gym and Paula
and Jessie on the other.

Right on schedule, at 3:45, Billy entered the gym. A small bookwormish type
boy, he was only about 5'5" tall and at the most 130 pounds. He had light
brown very short hair and mousy looking grey eyes. He looked very timid as he
looked around and saw so many fit girls in our scanty gym outfits. We now had
twelve girls, all wearing tank tops and skimpy tight gym shorts. He slowly
walked over to Vicki and Pam, gave them the book, and was starting to walk
toward the door in order to avoid having to face the other girls.

Both Jessie and Jessie cut him off and blocked his path. Jessie is the pretty
blonde 5'6" and 130 pounds that had two years of judo training. Paula is the
powerful 5'8 145 pound black girl who is also the sprinter on the track team.
Her legs were very muscular and she loved using them to crush her victims.

"Where's our book" Jessie asked innocently.

"There was only one copy and I gave it to Paula and Pam" he meekly responded.
"They asked first. I will buy a copy at a bookstore tonight and bring it to
you tomarrow."

"Not good enough" Paula interjected. "We need it right after our club meeting
and you failed to do what you were told."

Billy was starting to panic. "What else could I do? I can't give one book to
two different groups of people."

Jessie gently took his arm in her's and started walking toward the wrestling
mats. "That is a problem" she said softly. As they got closer to the mats, her
tone became harsher. "But that's your problem, Billy, not mine. My problem is
that I can not allow a wimp like you to get away with not doing what I have
told him to."

Billy tried to pull away from her, but Jessie kept hold of his wrist. Pivoting
into him and thrusting her butt into his groin, she bent over slightly and
flipped him over her shoulder to the mat with a perfect judo throw. In a real
judo match, that move would have ended it and she would have won. But, in this
case, it was only the beginning and served only to get Billy down on the mat.

Jessie kept hold of his wrist and kneeled down behind him on the mat. As Billy
struggled to get to his knees, she jammed her own knee into his back to brace
herself. Then she pulled his arm across his own throat and pulled back. This
was a very kewl move, Jessie was choking him with his own arm. Billy was
flailing with his free arm and both legs, as he was panicked and had no idea
what to do. All it did was to deplete his air more quickly and make Jessie's
hold even more effective. He was too stupid to grab her wrist with both of his
hands to try and loosen her hold. Jessie had a big ear to ear smile on her
pretty face as she wore her victim down. She had told us before, that while
her judo class was fun, that she never got the opportunity to really work
someone over in it and she was obviously relishing this chance to do just
that.

Billy started gagging and none of us wanted our fun to end too quickly so
Jessie let him go. He flopped down on the mat and was struggling to get much
needed air in his lungs. Jessie stood over him enjoying the view and the
realisation that she had incapacitated him so easily. As he started to
recover, Paula approached them and told Jessie that it was her turn to play
with him now. When Billy looked up and saw Paula's well shaped muscular legs,
he was terrified. But he had no way to escape, he had not even completely
recovered from the choke and he knew that the girls would not let him go until
they were done with him.

Paula sat down beside him and smiled right into his frightened eyes. This
would be a piece of cake for her. The guy was already defeated even though she
could easily take care of him if he was still fresh. Glancing up at her female
spectators, Paula commented "Since I can't run track today, I will excercise
my legs in a different way." The girls giggled in anticipation of viewing one
of Paula's famous scissor holds and they would not be disappointed.

Paula laid down by the helpless boy and stuffed his face between her bulging
thighs so that his face was against her crotch. Then, crossing her ankles, she
gave him a small taste of the power of her legs. With only a fraction of her
strength, she had him squirming in pain and pushing his arms with futility
against her enveloping thighs. His skinny arms were no match for those legs
and neither was his head and Paula was content to keep him trapped without
approaching full force with her hold. She wanted this moment to last and was
concerned that too much pressure would knock him out and end her fun
prematurely.

Paula amused herself, as well as us, by increasing the pressure on Billy's
head in spurts. That way, she was able to step things up while still keeping
him conscious. His face would turn a bright red everytime she did so and her
big thigh muscles would stand out in bold relief. After several minutes of
watching this carefully doled out punishment, Jessie felt that it was her turn
again and ventured out on the mat.

"You had a turn with him, now it is my turn again" she told Paula.

"Okay," Paula agreed, "but save some of him for me. I was just getting
started."

The girls were talking about Billy as if he was not even there and that was
very humiliating to him. However, there was not much he could do about it and
he appreciated the brief respite he got when Paula unclasped those thick
strong legs from around his head. Jessie arrogantly sauntered around on the
mat and looked down at him.

"Come on, Billy, get up. We can have so much more fun that way" she taunted.
Reaching down, she grabbed him by an arm and his shirt collar and pulled him
up to his feet. Jessie was not interested in helping him out, she just wanted
the opportunity to take him down again. Although Billy was now standing, he
was in no way capable of attempting to defend himself. The extended scissor
hold had left him dizzy, disoriented and weakened. Jessie took a step back as
she contemplated about what technique she wanted to use this time.

"Here's a fun one that is really easy to do," she announced as she moved
toward Billy and took hold of his shirt and one of his arms. Pulling him
toward herself, she stepped to the side and thrust her leg of so that Billy's
leg crashed into her thigh, just above his knee. Jessie released her grip with
her hands and Billy went flying back down to the mat. "Just a simple front leg
sweep." she proudly proclaimed. "Now I will show you a kewl armlock that we
call the armpit lock. It is way fun, or at least it will be for me" she added
with a smirk.

Billy was laying on his stomach and Julie laid down beside him on her side,
facing away from her puny victim. She grasped his closest arm, which was his
right one and positioned it so that his upper arm was trapped under her left
armpit. Bringing her left arm in close to her own body made it impossible for
Billy to pull his arm away. "See how I have his arm trapped" Jessie informed
the other girls. "Now for the fun part, making it hurt." She took hold of his
wrist with both of her hands and pulled up. This put intense pressure on his
elbow. Rolling her body into his forced his upper arm down to intensify it
even more.

The sharp pain that Billy felt was much worse than the slower debilitating
effects of the choke and scissor holds that he had already been forced to
endure. He screamed out in agony and begged Jessie to stop. Jessie let up on
the pressure without releasing her hold. "The best thing about this hold is
how easy it is to hurt him whenever I feel like it. Watch how little effort it
takes," Jessie informed her delighted female spectators. Just the slightest
amount of pressure against his elbow caused him to scream out and writhe in
pain again. Jessie amused herself and the other girls by alternating
pressuring and relaxing her hold for a couple more minutes. Even though Jessie
only had him by one arm, Billy was totally controlled by her. Lying on his
stomach, with his arm overextended, any movement on his part would only add to
his suffering.

I loved watching Jessie do her thing. She was one of the most beautiful girls
in the whole school and could easily have any boy eating out of her hand.
Giving them a smile or a brief partial glimpse of her well formed breasts of
sleek thighs would be all she needed to do. However, she just loved dominating
and torturing them with her painful holds instead.

My sister, Melissa and I had practiced many of these tough joint locks. They
are intended to force quick submissions, but maintaining these holds for
extended periods was just so much more fun.

Paula eagerly pranced out to the mat. "You had two turns, already, so I want
another one" she announced. Jessie reluctantly released her hold, but not
before giving his arm one final hard jerk and stood up. Billy rolled over to
his back and was trying to massage some of the pain out of his very sore
elbow. He had tears rolling down his face, but that was not going to make
Paula extend any mercy to him. Rather, it would only encourage her to be
rougher on him as seeing the effect of their efforts was exciting to her.

Paula had a very determined look on her face as she was an ultra competitive
girl. She was certainly not going to get any competition from Billy, but she
wanted to compete with Jessie to see who could beat him up the best. She was
not as verbal as Jessie, but I knew that she would have some very rough
treatment in store for Billy. It was fun comparing the effectiveness of
Paula's power and strength to Jessie's skilled techniques.

Facing her spectators, Paula called out "Any requests? What would you like to
see me do to this stupid wimp?" Billy was still lying on the mat, sobbing and
cluthing his very sore arm.

I said "Do whatever you want, Paula, I'm sure we will all enjoy watching it."
I was filled with pride with the realization that this wrestling club was
becoming so successful. We now had twelve girls that loved beating up these
wimps and when the news spread of today's event, I was sure that more girls
would want to join in on the fun.

Paula did not show the playful attitude that Jessie had. Hauling the
frightened boy back to his feet by grabbing his shirt, she growled "On you
feet, white boy." When he was jerked up to his feet, she maintained a hold on
both sides of his shirt collar. Pulling him toward her, Paula thrust her knee
up into his gut. Billy groaned and would have collapsed back down to the mat
if Paula did not maintain her hold on his shirt. Four more times, she thrust
her knee into him and the last one landed a lot lower, right into his balls.
Only then did she release him and Billy crumpled to the mat, sobbing and
clutching his groin.

"We're not done, get back up" Paula ordered as she, once again pulled him back
to his feet by his shirt. This time she applied a nice tight headlock. Not
only did she have strong legs, Paula also had very strong arms as well. Her
shoulder muscles and biceps swelled as she locked her left hand around her
right wrist and squeezed. Then she walked around the edge of the mat, dragging
her helpless victim with her, in order to let all of us have a good view of
his teary reddened face. I almost burst out laughing. The headlock is about as
basic of a hold as there is and it is an excellent way to wear down one's
opponent or victim. Using it just to punish an already totally demolished wimp
struck me as very funny.

Every once in a while, Paula would give him a good shot in the belly with her
left fist and then quickly grab her wrist again to reapply the full pressure
of her headlock. Billy now lacked the air to even beg for her to let him go,
although she would not have listened to him if he could. Billy was getting as
brutal of a beating as any of the boys had received in a long time. What made
it even sweeter was the fact that he had tried his best to comply with the
impossible demands concerning the Hemingway book. Beating up a boy that
deserved it is one thing, but doing it just for kicks was way more fun. Now
all the girls would understand that and school was going to become a lot more
fun because of it. I had to restrain myself from inflicting some additional
punishment on Billy, but today belonged to Paula and Jessie and it would not
be fair to horn in on it.

Finally, Paula gave him one more harder punch to the stomach and let him go.
Billy sunk down to the mat clutching his stomach, barely able to breathe.
Paula motioned for Jessie to come on the mat and join her. Standing on
opposite sides of their pathetic victim, they each placed one foot on him and
flexed their biceps in a convincing victory pose. All the girls roared in
laughter at that sight.

I took Billy several minutes to recover to the point where he could even sit
up. All the girls congratulated Jessie and Paula and were having a great time
laughing and joking about the outrageous mismatch. Billy's face was still
bright red and I had no idea if it was because of his embarrassment and
humiliation or as a result of the harsh beating he was forced to endure.

When it seemed like he was alert enough to be aware of what was happening, Pam
walked in front of him carrying "The Old Man and the Sea" book. Casually
tossing it to Jessie, she said "I'm sorry girls, I got mixed up. Vicki and I
have to report on "For Whom the Bell Tolls " not this book. You guys take it"