Shannon   Part 12  Summertime             
by Madman
 

Shannon, here again.  Summer has been pretty boring, I have been working
at McDonalds.  A couple weeks ago, I got in a fight with a customer that
was being a total asshole.  It got broken up before I had a chance to
really get him and I got fired.  To keep it from going to court, they
made a deal that I had to do some community service.  I had to go from
door to door collecting money for charity for 50 hours.  They told me
that they could tell how many hours I did it for as they knew how much
money per hour that I would be able to collect.
 
Prior to this problem, the summer had been going pretty smoothly, I was
preparing for the next school year.  Not by doing my summer reading, of
course, but by working out a lot and training in ju jitsu.  This would be
the best year yet for our Girls Wrestling Club.  We were really going to
take control of things at school and last year would seem like a picnic
to the wimps compared to what I planned to do.  Having to collect the
stupid charity money would cut into my time for that stuff for a week. 
The first day I started collecting the money was a Saturday.  I wore a
new pair of Daisy Dukes that I had just got, I was so happy that they
came into style again.  I just love showing off my long muscular legs.
 
Getting people to give me money was so easy.  When men answered the door
and saw me in my Daisy Dukes, they were happy to give it to me and most
of them gave me at least five or ten dollars.  I knew that I was getting
the money so quickly that I could work at it for a lot less than 50 hours
and get away with it.  I was sure that I could turn in enough money with
less than 20 hours of collecting it to satisfy the people that were
making me do it.  If I wanted to work for my own money, I would be way
better off selling magazines or something door to door than working at
some stupid minimum wage fast food joint.
 
Even so, I was getting pretty fed up with collecting money that was not
going to be mine by the mid afternoon.  At one house, the door was
answered by a puny boy.  I recognized him, his name was Bobby and he was
going to be a freshman when school started.  When I told him why I was
here, he said that his parents were gone for the day and that I should
come back another day.
 
"I don't have time to come back here, Bobby" I said.  "Give me some money
now, it is for charity."
 
"Not my problem, go away and leave me alone" is what he told me.  Not
only did his words piss me off, but the way he said them was even worse. 
Nobody tells me what to do, especially not a puny little wimp like him
and never with such an arrogant tone.  I decided to get a headstart on
the school year and take care of him right then.  No need to wait until
the first day of school.
 
I pushed Bobby away from the door, entered the house and dropped my
collection box on the floor.  This was going to be fun, it had been a
long time since I really worked over some wimp.  I decided to take my
time and just overpower this guy and really give it to him.  Before Bobby
knew what was happening, I grabbed him in a tight headlock.  Dropping
down to my knees, I pulled him down to the floor while continuing to
crank my headlock.  He had no way to even attempt to free himself from
the most basic simple hold there is.  I had a good four inches and at
least twenty pounds on him.  Plus, I was much stronger, in way better
condition and knew how to wrestle.  This wimp had no chance at all and I
planned to enjoy taking him apart.
 
Bobby started whining already and was begging me to let him go.  "No way,
I am just getting started" I told him.  "I can make this headlock a lot
better, check this out."  I forced him down to his back while still
keeping him in my headlock.  Laying high across his chest, Bobby was now
forced to bear my weight on him.  Not yet done, I trapped his left arm
with my legs, making sure one leg was behind his upper arm and the
other in front of his forearm.  Now, by squeezing my legs, I added an
armbar to the headlock.  I really leaned my weight into him as I
pressured both the headlock and the armbar.  "Now, isn't this more fun,
Bobby?" I asked.  Bobby was unable to answer but his groans of pain told
me what I wanted to hear.
 
I finally released this hold and pulled him up to a seated postion by his
hair.  Moving quickly behind him, I secured a nice full nelson.  Bobby's
skinny arms dangled uselessly as I increased the pressure on my new
hold.  I was nowhere near using full power when he started whining for me
to let him go again.  I cheerfully told him that I could make this hold
much better, too.  Falling down to my back, I pulled him on top of me and
wrapped my legs around his stomach.  Then, I rolled to the side, keeping
him trapped in the nelson/scissors combo hold.
 
Combination holds, like this one, are so much fun to use.  They give me
total control of my victim and enable me to hurt them in more than one
way.  How kewl is that?  At times, I pressured only the nelson, and at
others, I pressured only the scissors.  Of course, there were also times
where I pressured both of the holds at the same time.  I just toyed with
him like a cat with a mouse.  This guy was the wimpiest victim I have had
in years.  Normally, I would let the newer, smaller girls in the Girls
Wrestling Club have the ones like him.  But he was here now, he deserved
to be punished and the others girls could have him when school started. 
I was sure that Bobby would be very popular with our girls.  Having him
at the school would be a lot of fun, at least it would be for us.  By the
time I let him out of this hold, he was totally worn out and exhausted,
but I was just getting warmed up.  I wanted this to go on for a lot
longer and there was nothing to stop me.
 
Next I rolled him over to his back and put a nice figure four
headscissors on him.  This is my favorite headscissors because I can
still see my victim's face.  I loved the way my calf muscle popped out
against his scrawny neck.  All the working out I had done over the summer
had really made a difference.  Ir was not even necessary to pull back on
my ankle to get enough pressure for my hold, so I propped myself up with
both my arms so I could get a better look at both my leg and his reddened
face.  The harder I squeezed, the bigger my calf looked so I really
powered the hold.  Then, I felt his body go limp and I realized that I
had knocked him out with my scissors.  I was not happy about it because
he could no longer feel the pain I was giving him.
 
I  got some water from the kitchen, splashed it on his face and slapped
him several times to revive him.  Bobby started to come around and was
very confused.  "That was very rude of you to go to sleep when you have
company over" I told him.  "Now, I need to punish you for that."  Pain is
a good way to totally revive someone, so I would do him a favor and give
him some.  Rolling him over to his stomach, I straddled his back and
twisted his left arm behind him in a hammerlock.
 
Bobby's pain filled groaning confirmed to me that he was now totally
awake.  I grabbed his right arm and also twisted it behind him to put him
in a double hammerlock.  I had always taught the girls in our wrestling
club to use both of their arms on only one of the victim's arms, but this
was different.  I was so much stronger than him that I could easily be
most effective with only one of my arms attacking each of his.  I leaned
forward and gradually forced his trapped arms higher up his back.  The
higher up I forced his arms, the higher pitched his groaning and
screaming became.  This was way kewl.  It was like his back was the neck
of a guitar and I could control the pitch.  I wanted to make him sound
like a soprano, so I really put some force into the hold.
 
Bobby now just started crying very loudly, I must have been hurting him a
lot now.  So, I backed off the pressure just a little bit and kept him in
the hold.  I knew I was being rougher on him than with most boys, but it
had been so long since I beat a wimp that I needed to make up for lost
time.  Sending a message to him and the other incoming freshman that we
were not going to fool around with them would also help us to take better
control of them when school did start.  Plus, I was having a lot of fun
and did not want to stop, hurting him just inspired me to continue
punishing the jerk.
 
After a couple more minutes, I was getting bored with the hammerlocks,
but still felt like working on him.  Releasing his arms, I cupped my
hands under his chin and pulled back with a camel clutch.  I also changed
from straddling his back to crouching over it to be in a better position
to work this hold.  It was obvious from the groaning that my new hold was
very effective in continuing his punishment.  Now I could see how my arms
had become more muscular as both my bicep and forearm muscles became
flexed as I continued pulling back his head.
 
Bobby was really complaining and begging me to let go so I told him
"Maybe you will like it better this way."  I unclasped my hands from his
chin, but pulled his head up by his hair instead.  Although I could not
put as much pressure on his neck and back this way, the hairpulling did
seem to be an effective way of hurting him.  If anything, his sounds
indicated that it was even more painful for him.  I was having so much
fun that I just wanted to keep working him over even more.  So, I
cheerfully told Bobby that I had a third way to try out with this hold
and asked him if he minded.
 
He was trying to mumble some kind of objection, but I could not have
cared less.  This third version was going to be even more painful for
him.  Locking my hands together, I placed them under his neck so my wrist
and forearm were right against his throat.  Now, pulling up added
strangling to the clutch and he was gasping immediately.  In order to
keep him conscious, I pressured the hold for only a few seconds and then
let up.  After a few more seconds I re-applied the pressure.  By doing so
in spurts, I was able to maintain this hold for a good couple of
minutes.  This was probably as tough a hold as I have ever used on a guy,
but it just felt so good doing it
 
When I finally released my hold, Bobby just laid there, barely able to
move and gasping for breath.  I stood up and took a moment to admire my
work.  Then I pulled him up to his feet by his hair and an arm and told
him to go get his wallet.  He said nothing and slowly started upstairs to
get it.  When he brought it down, there was twelve dollars in it.  I took
the money and added it to my collection box.  "Thanks Bobby," I said. 
"It is so nice of you to contribute."  There was no way I was going to
spend as much time as I had with him and not get some money out of it.
 
Although I had given him a thorough beating and got some money for the
charity, there was still another thing to take care of with him.  I
grabbed his arms and forced him down to the floor with ease.  Then, I
straddled his body with my knees tight against the sides of his chest.  I
started gauging my thumb knuckle into his forehead to make the small
round bruise that we called "wimp brands."  While doing this, I told him
what all our wimps need to hear.
 
"You are now my property and also the property of all girls in our
wrestling club.  You will do anything any of us tell you to.  If you try
to turn me in to your parents, the school or the cops, either I or some
other girls will beat you ten times worse than I just did.  I hope you
enjoy your school year, Bobby, I know that I will."
 
I made sure to grind in my brand a little longer than usual to be sure
that it would show when school started next week.  Bobby might be the
first of his class to get one, but I am sure he is far from the last.