Shannon Shows Up 
by the Remarkable Madman of America. 



Shannon here. I haven't spoken about beating up and dominating the boys on
high school, but I am still doing it and loving it. My wrestling and fighting
skills have greatly improved and boys that would not have been considered
wimpy enough a couple years ago are beaten, branded, forced to give us their
lunch money and treated just like the wimpiest boys.

I know that Madman has only been writing about my sister, Melissa, and I
really don't care. I just love beating up the boys and could care less what
anyone else thinks about it. I could care less if Madman writes about it or
whether his writing is well done or of low quality. My fights are to please my
friends and me only and I don't care if the idiots that read this masturbate
or not. I don't want to read about their stupid fetish driven perverted and
pathetic lives or care what they think about what I do. The difference is that
I actually do while they merely fantasize. I'm glad Diana gets ten bucks a
month from these jerks and only wish she could charge them more. Fuck all of
them.

I was going to surprise my sister by visiting her unexpectedly at State
University at her girls' athletes house. When I got there, she wasn't in.
Someone told me that she actually went to a class. To pass the time till she
got back, I decided to beat up the slave houseboy Zack. I ordered him to go to
the mat in the basement.

"No way," Zack told me. You're just Melissa's kid sister. You don't scare me.
Fuck you."

He was really pissing me off. I firmly told him, "You can go with me now, or
when Melissa gets back, we will double team you and you won't like it. Now get
your ass down there, now! Zack finally realized I wasn't fooling around and
went downstairs. I followed him down, quickly pulled of my blouse and jeans to
reveal a one piece blue bathing suit that I was going to wrestle in. Zack was
wearing his uniform comprised solely of a pink jockstrap.

This was prior to when Melissa destroyed his knee, but he was limping from the
damage she had

already inflicted on it. It looked like a target to me, but out of respect to
my sister, I left his knee alone. She deserved the exclusive pleasure of
attacking it. So I chose his shoulder to work on. Its way more fun to isolate
one body part than to give him a general full body beating. Once the chosen
body part is weakened, continuing to work on it is so painful to the victim
and do much fun for the one fortunate enough to be punishing it.

Of course, first I had to gain total control of him. Usually winding the
victim is the was to go, but I wanted to be even more forceful to show the
jerk the I wasn't fooling around and was really going to inflict some serious
pain on him. The moment we faced each other, I kicked him hard, right in his
balls. When he bent over in pain, I drove my knee into his jaw.

Zack dropped down to the mat in obvious pain, but I was just getting started.
He was going to feel a lot more pain before I'd be done with him I knelt down
next to him and pressed my hard shin down across the jerk's throat. With one
hand, I unleashed a series of punches into his solar plexus. My other hand
smothered his nose and mouth so Zack could not breathe. He was on the verge of
passing out, so I stopped my attack. I wanted him conscious so he could feel
every bit of the pain I was going to inflict on him. After a couple of
minutes, Zack was beginning to recover, so I repeated all three attacks once
again. By the time I stopped this time, he was totally helpless, gasping for
air and ready to receive my attack on his shoulders.

While he lay helpless on the mat, I calmly grasped his left wrist and
positioned my feet, one against the side of his puny chest and the other
against the side of his neck. Then I pushed out with both of my muscular legs
while pulling back hard with my arms and back to apply a nice arm stretcher on
his shoulder. Zack uselessly flailed his legs and screamed, but I just kept
pressuring my hold. This was merely the first of many painful techniques that
I was going to subject him to.

After a few minutes, I released his arm and quickly stepped over him to apply
the same hold to his other shoulder. I was really hurting Zack and it felt
great. I planned to hurt him a lot more before I stopped. He was already
screaming in pain and this was just my first hold.

Finally I let his arm go, stood up and kicked him several times in his ribs.
The idiot rolled over to his belly in pain, exactly what I wanted him to do. I
sat on his back, facing his head and twisted his left arm behind his back with
a nice hammerlock. My response to his grunting was to force the trapped arm
even further up his back.

Zack begged me to release my hold. I said "Who are you begging?"

"I'm begging you, Shannon. Please let my arm go."

I continued to humiliate the jerk "with sugar on top."

He tried to comply. "With sugar on top."

"Please what with sugar on top?"

Zack was crying now. "Please, Shannon, with sugar on top, let my arm go."

"Sure thing Zack dear," I responded.

I let go of his left arm, but immediately put his right arm in a tight
hammerlock.

"Please, Shannon, with sugar on top," he begged "Please let my arm go."

I responded harshly, "Shut the fuck up. I do what I want and I want to beat
the crap out of you!" I was off to a great start. I had already gained
control, inflicted pain and made my dominance totally clear. But I wanted Zack
to feel a lot more pain before I would even consider stopping. I felt great.
Working over a college boy was so much mores satisfying than beating up the
wimpy high school boys. I was so excited that it took me a little while to
decide my next technique for attacking his shoulders. I wanted to be sure that
it would be sufficiently painful.

I decided to stretch both Zack's shoulders at the same time. Sitting behind
his head, I grabbed both his wrists and placed by feet against his shoulders.
I leaned back and pulled while pushing out with my legs at full strength. Zack
screamed in pain and I was happy to be strong enough to hurt both his
shoulders simultaneously. I grunted as I put every bit of my considerable
strength into my hold.

Zack's screams of pain were hypnotic to me, I wanted to hear more of them-many
more. With him lying face down, I crouched over his back and grabbed both his
wrists. Pulling his arms both up and back, his elbows were just inside my
knees. Then, I merely had to push my knees together to exert incredible force
on his shoulders. To add to my hold's effectiveness, I grabbed his wrists with
my hands and twisted them inwards. This was a very easy hold for me too apply,
but an extremely painful one for Zack. Basically, I had the power of both my
strong legs and arms against his weak and worn down shoulders. I ignored his
begging for release no matter how he stated it and without talking just kept
my hold on him.

When muscles are overworked, lactic acid builds up in them to make it clear
that those muscles need rest. I know this was the case with Zack's shoulder
muscles. When the muscles are not able to rest and recover, painful cramping
will occur. Zack had the honor of experiencing this cramping along with the
intense pressure on his rotator cuff. I felt so empowered to be solely
responsible for inflicting this agony on him.

I planned to maintain this hold for a long time when Melissa entered the room.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That's a beautiful hold you have on him. Let's double
team the jerk with the most painful shoulder hold I know." I was so happy to
see her so proud of the way I was handling Zack and couldn't wait to see what
she had in mind. I'd been having so much fun, but subjecting him to an even
more painful double team hold would be awesome.

Melissa asked me if I used the arm stretcher hold and I told her that o had.
My big sister said, " Let me show you a variation of it where we double team
him. It's incredibly painful, you'll absolutely love it."

Of course I wanted to subject the jerk to it and eagerly awaited my sister's
directions. Zack was still lying face down on the carpet. "Position yourself
like you were going to apply a regular arm stretcher hold and I will do the
same," Melissa calmly stated. We both did so and then my big sister told me to
trade arms with her and then apply pressure.

I did just what my sister told me to and we were both pulling Zack's arms
across his back. It must have been excrutiating because I never heard him
scream so pathetically. "Don't let up on him, not a bit," stated Melissa. I
had no intention of giving the jerk one iota of mercy, I am not a
compassionate person. His obvious agony only motivated me to apply more
pressure to his injured shoulder. I screamed in glee, "Melissa, this is great!
I've never had a better hold!"

My big sister merely smiled at me as we continued to torture Zack with our
devastating hold. I was feeling euphoric, there is no feeling better than the
one I get when creating intolerable pain for my victim. Finally our victim
passes out from the pain. I was sorry that we couldn't inflict more pain on
him, yet pleased at how effective our techniques were.

Reluctantly releasing my hold, I asked my big sister what we should do now.
"Let's get a pizza to celebrate," she suggested. "But I don't want Zack to
move while we're gone." She left the room and returned with the cloth sash
from her bathrobe. Tying Zack's wrists together behind his back, she announced
"That'll hold the jerk. He can't move at all now. When we get back, we can
work him over again if we feel like it."

I don't know how badly we injured Zack shoulders. We at least strained or
sprained his puny muscles. We might even have dislocated them or tore his
rotator cuff. It really didn't matter because Melissa and I had a great time
and that is all that mattered.

Melissa and Zack will both be at State University for summer quarter. I will
have the summer off and I was able to buy a dependable used car with all the
lunch money I've accumulated from bullying the high school boys out of their
lunch money for years. I think I'll visit Melissa frequently and that we will
have more great times playing with Zack.