The Cheerleaders
Mick Sloane
A group of girls give their high school's quarterback a severe penalty



	Cindy opened the front door of her house, her smile subtle, 
but suggestive.  "Hi, Wade.  I'm glad you could make it."
	Wade's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stood on 
Cindy's porch, looking at her in the doorway to her parents' house.  
She wore her cheerleading outfit from school, a tiny, sequined top 
that exposed her shoulders and came down just below her breasts, 
showing her tight little midriff, and a short, ruffled skirt that came 
only half way down her thighs.  The girls normally wore little 
sequined jackets, too, which covered up a little bit more of their 
bodies, but Cindy wasn't wearing hers tonight.
	He quickly regained his composure, casually saying, "Yeah, 
hi Cindy.  You look good enough to eat."
	Cindy kept her cool, backing away from the entrance to the 
house.  "Do I?" she smiled prettily.  "Are you going to come in, 
Wade?"
	He shrugged nonchalantly.  "Yeah, sure," he answered, 
following her into the house, closing the door behind him.
	Cindy was captain of the cheerleaders at school, and she was 
gorgeous.  She had long, straight, blond hair, crystal-clear blue eyes, 
and a beautiful face with features that were completely proportional 
and very feminine.  She had a wonderful tan, all over her nubile, 
young body.  Her breasts were perky and firm, her butt round and 
tight.  She had a tiny waist and shapely, long, sexy legs.  She was the 
prettiest girl on the cheerleading squad, arguably the prettiest in the 
whole school.
	Wade was the quarterback of their high school football team.  
He was one of the best looking, most popular boys in school.  He 
was a great quarterback, too, and had received several athletic 
scholarship offers from good universities.  He was smart, handsome, 
and very, very cocky.  He had been pursuing Cindy for months now, 
and she had always rejected his advances, because she knew what he 
wanted, and she knew him, knew exactly what kind of a guy he was.
	He had dated several of her friends on the squad, and by all 
accounts, he treated women, and people in general, very badly.  
Wade made it quite clear to the girls he went out with that he 
thought himself smarter, more charming, better looking than they, no 
matter how pretty or bright they happened to be.  He was arrogant, 
insensitive, and just plain mean.  He had beaten up one of Cindy's 
male friends last year for telling on him when he cheated on a 
biology exam.  Of course, Wade hadn't gotten into any real trouble 
for cheating, or for fighting, because he was Wade, and he had 
carried their high school football team to the state finals for the last 
two years.  He could do no wrong, and his knowledge of this fact 
came through in his every act, every word, every gesture and facial 
expression.
	Cindy despised him.  The final straw had come two weeks 
ago, when Wade had taken her friend from the squad, Alicia, to the 
homecoming dance.  Through tears, Alicia had told Cindy how 
Wade had gotten her drunk, invited her back to his parents' house, 
taken her into the basement, and date-raped her.  He had told her, as 
he drove her home afterwards, as she sat next to him crying in the 
front seat of his car, that she should consider herself lucky, that there 
were a million women who would have been thrilled to have him the 
way that she had.  He told her that she knew, deep down, that she 
had wanted him to do what he had done.  He threatened her, telling 
her that no one would believe her if she told on him, that he would 
get back at her if she did, that he could make her life miserable with 
great ease.
	Cindy had comforted Alicia, had told her not to worry about 
it, that she would take care of Wade.  No one treated her friends that 
way, and certainly not him.  She couldn't understand why they were 
drawn to him in the first place, but they wouldn't be when she was 
through with him.  Cindy devised a plan to teach Wade a lesson that 
he would never forget, to adjust his attitude in such a fashion that the 
change would be dramatic and lasting.  Wade's days at the top of the 
proverbial heap were over.  She would see to it herself.
	He had asked her out again last week, as he did frequently, 
despite her consistent, polite rejections to his advances.  She had 
consented this time, though.  Cindy had invited him over to her 
house to watch a movie.  Her parents were out of town all weekend, 
and she told him this, making quite certain that he would get the 
wrong idea, would form a very clear, if inaccurate, view of her 
intentions.
	He stood in the entry hall to Cindy's house now, facing her, 
staring at her beautiful young body hungrily.  It was an awkward 
moment, and he finally broke the silence, smiling charmingly at her.  
"So, what do you want to do?"
	She smiled back at him, sexily, leaning against the wall, with 
her hands on her hips.  "I don't know, Wade.  What do you want to 
do?"
	He approached her confidently, looking into her eyes, and 
said, "I want to do this," and he leaned forward, lifting her face with 
a hand on her chin, kissing her hungrily on the mouth, allowing his 
other hand to rest on her shoulder, holding her lightly against the 
wall, caressing her shoulder and upper arm.
	She returned his kiss hotly, parting her lips wide, allowing 
him to put his tongue in her mouth, putting her own in his, running 
her hands over his back and shoulders, his neck and face, pulling 
him to her, moaning excitedly as they kissed.  After a minute or two, 
he pulled his face away from her, looking into her eyes, gauging her 
reaction.
	She looked into his eyes with arousal, her little breaths 
warming his face.  She smiled seductively.  "What do you want to do 
now, Wade?" she asked him.
	He returned her smile confidently, saying, "I want to do you, 
Cindy," and he kissed her again, feeling her warm, moist lips on his 
mouth, her tongue against his.  He moved his hand from her 
shoulder, caressing her side, feeling her firm, young flesh, moving 
his hand then to cup her breast, kissing her hotly as she stood with 
her back to the wall in the entry hall of her parents' house.
	She kissed him passionately, sighing with arousal as she felt 
his hand on her breast, running her hands over his back as she pulled 
his body against hers, moving her hands down to caress his buttocks, 
eliciting a moan from him, letting him feel her smile slightly against 
his lips.
	She pulled his body against her with her hands on his 
buttocks, moving one of her lovely thighs between his legs, stirring 
her leg against his erection.  As she continued to pull him into her, as 
they kissed, she lifted her knee into his groin, sharply.  He pulled his 
face from her immediately, screaming in pain, clearly surprised.  He 
tried to step away from her, but she kept her hands firmly on his 
buttocks, pulling his body to her as she lifted her knee abruptly into 
his testicles a second time, and then quickly a third, before he was 
finally able to break free and step away from her, doubling his body 
over, screaming in pain.
	"You bitch!" he screamed at her, his voice pained and high-
pitched.  "What the hell did you do that for?"
	While his body was still doubled over, Cindy took a step 
forward, and brought her foot up nastily into his stomach, saying, 
"Because I don't like you, Wade," smiling as he grunted and backed 
away from her.
	She prepared to kick him again, but before she could, Wade 
lowered his head and charged at her, slamming his shoulder into her 
upper body, sending her into the wall with such impact that her teeth 
chattered and she lost her breath.  He put his hand on Cindy's throat, 
holding her head against the wall, choking her, glaring angrily into 
her face.  "You crazy little bitch," he said coldly, his voice still 
pained.  "You are going to be so sorry."
	Cindy choked and gasped for breath, clawing at Wade's hand 
on her throat.  He smiled at her cruelly, holding his hand firmly in 
place as she struggled for breath.  She lifted her knee to his stomach, 
winding and surprising him, forcing him to release her neck.  As 
Cindy coughed in air, Wade stepped back, gasping for breath 
himself, which gave her room to pull her arm back, clench her fist, 
and punch him solidly in the stomach.
	"I'm going to hurt you so badly," Wade gasped, his teeth 
clenched, as he again lowered his head and charged at her.  Cindy 
was ready this time, though, and nimbly sidestepped him, letting him 
run into the wall.  As he ran past her, Cindy swung her forearm into 
the back of his head, hitting it hard, slamming his face into the wall.  
She put her hands on his shoulders, as he screamed angrily and tried 
to clear his head, still facing the wall.  She pulled his body back 
sharply, while he was off balance, and she used her full weight to 
push him into the wall again.  Before he could turn around, Cindy 
lifted her knee roughly between his legs from behind, causing him to 
howl in pain.
	When he turned around, Cindy saw that his lip was bleeding, 
and that he was very angry.  He came towards her, slowly now, 
crouching slightly, watching her carefully.  "I am going to hurt you 
so bad, Cindy," he said fiercely.  "So bad."
	She stood ready, with her hands on her hips as he approached 
her, saying, "Yeah, I've heard you like to hurt girls, Wade."
	His face became dark as his anger reached a new level.  "I 
don't know what I ever did to you, Cindy, but you started this now, 
and you are going to regret it."
	She looked at him contemptuously,  saying, "You don't know 
what you ever did to me, Wade?  You exist.  That's bad enough.  
You hurt my friends, and you're a dick-head.  You need a lesson in 
humility, big shot, and I'm going to see that you get it."
	He stood facing Cindy, shaking his head, muttering, "Not 
from you, Bitch."  He contemplated punching her in the face.  That 
would do the most damage.  She was so very beautiful though, and 
he couldn't bring himself to strike her pretty face with his fists.  
Wade knew he wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but he didn't 
really think he was the kind of guy who went around hitting girls, 
certainly not ones as pretty as Cindy.
	He decided instead to come at her again, to try taking hold of 
her, so that he could bring her down, pin her.  Cindy stood her 
ground as he approached her, waiting for him to make a move.  He 
was two or three inches taller than she, and considerably bigger and 
heavier.  She was faster, though, and smarter, and she was a woman, 
a pretty one, and that would be enough, she hoped.
	As he approached her, Wade reached his hands out to take 
her by the shoulders, to throw her body backwards.  She punched 
him in the stomach, once he was in close enough, delivering quick, 
repeated blows to his gut with her left and right fists before he could 
back away.  When he finally did, he was doubled over, gasping for 
breath, swearing at her all the while.  Cindy took a skillful, 
roundhouse kick at his head, while it was lowered, and the force sent 
his body sprawling to the ground, where he landed on his back with 
a grunt.
	Wade moved quickly to sit up, but Cindy moved faster still, 
jumping up into the air as he lay on the floor on his back, landing on 
his stomach with both feet, extending her legs straight as she landed 
on him.  He grunted in pain as his breath left him yet again, and he 
rolled onto his side, struggling for air, trying to protect himself from 
future blows.  She kicked him in the back, and he howled at her, as 
she kicked him a second time.  He moved quickly, with tremendous 
effort, to get to his feet, seeing that he was very vulnerable as long as 
he remained on the floor.
	Cindy stood at his side, and delivered a knee to his body as 
he tried to get up, dropping him back to the ground.  She stood above 
him, kicking his body all over as he rolled around, trying to escape 
from her, to get back to his feet.  She knew that she was wearing him 
down, but she had to speed up the process.  He was in very good 
shape, could obviously endure quite a bit of punishment, and 
sparring with him was exhausting.
	As he rolled around on the floor, avoiding her kicks, she 
caught one of his ankles, pulling it up to her, and catching the other 
beneath one of her feet.  She quickly positioned herself so that she 
was standing on his ankle and calf with both feet, with all of her 
weight, holding his other ankle in her hand, pulling his leg straight 
up against her body.  He writhed about, trying to pull his legs free, 
trying to throw her off balance, but she was able to maintain her 
position, and she quickly pulled his leg straight, and began twisting 
his ankle.
	She turned his foot with great force, as he screamed in pain 
and anger, threatening her, swearing at her, as she continued to twist 
his ankle in her hands, holding it against her body for extra leverage 
as she stood on his opposite leg.  Wade tried to sit up, to reach at her 
with his hands, but she pulled his leg taught, throwing off his 
balance and his leverage, twisting his ankle powerfully as he 
screamed and struggled.  When she had it rotated to an extremely 
painful position, she lowered his leg, and stepped over it, turning her 
body and wrapping her leg around it.  She crossed over his opposite 
leg, catching that one with her hand and tying it up with her legs as 
well.
	He was on his back now, trying desperately to sit up, to reach 
her.  She fell to the ground, on her butt, his legs caught in hers in a 
very well-executed leg lock.  She straightened her legs, causing him 
incredible pain, as he struggled to break free to no avail.  He tried to 
reach at her with his hands, but she lay back on the floor, resting on 
her back, stretching his legs with impressive force, inflicting 
tremendous pain on him as he screamed and writhed about.  She 
pumped and flexed her legs, sitting up, then laying back, pulling and 
twisting his legs in all the wrong directions as he shouted and 
struggled.
	As she handled him with her powerful legs, she felt his own 
growing weaker, less and less able to struggle as she maintained the 
hold.  Cindy continued to pour on the pressure as he screamed, 
feeling his legs give out, until she could not ascertain any real 
movement in them.  She kept pulling at them, stretching and twisting 
them, until she was certain that his strength was gone, that his legs 
were temporarily damaged, immobile.  She released them slowly, 
noting with satisfaction that he seemed unable to move them, other 
than to drag them with his body, which he did as he sat up, using his 
arms and butt to scoot away from her on the floor, still groaning in 
pain.
	Cindy sat up on the floor, watching him as he moved away 
from her, moving to her hands and knees and crawling towards him.  
She caught his ankles easily, holding him still, using her hold on his 
legs to crawl up his body, onto his torso, straddling him.  Wade tried 
to sit up beneath her, swinging his fists angrily at her body and face.  
He caught her in the shoulder with one blow, but she quickly 
recovered, grabbing his wrist and pinning it beneath one of her 
knees.  Cindy caught his other wrist easily, using both of her hands, 
wrestling it to the floor and pinning it beneath her opposite knee as 
he swore at her angrily.
	She sat up on him, with her hands on her hips as he struggled 
beneath her to break his hands free, to sit up.  He was bigger than 
she, and seemingly stronger, but without the use of his arms and 
legs, she maintained her position on him easily, looking down at him 
in casual amusement as he pulled at his arms and writhed his body 
about while she continued to straddle him.  Cindy observed him 
dispassionately in complete silence, letting the gravity of his current 
position sink in as he discovered his inability to break free, to defend 
himself from her.  She held him still, beneath her body, not using her 
hands, simply pinning him with her knees and her body weight, such 
that it was.
	"God damn it, Cindy!" he said, looking up at her, his teeth 
clenched, his voice low and brimming with fury.  "Get the fuck off 
of me right this second, or I swear I will kill you.  No one will even 
suspect me, and if they did, they would probably thank me for killing 
you, self-absorbed spoiled little bitch that you are."
	Cindy smiled down at him, slapping him harshly in the face 
with the open palm of one of her little hands, watching with interest 
as he angrily tried to get up beneath her, and was ultimately unable 
to do so.  "Do you want to call me any more names, Wade?  Go 
ahead, hot shot.  I can take it as well as I dish it out.  The question is, 
can you?"  She stared down at him menacingly as he struggled 
beneath her, clearly infuriated.
	"What the hell do you mean, can I?" he asked, continuing to 
pull at his arms as she dug her knees into his wrists, sitting firmly on 
his upper body.
throw her as she sat comfortably atop him.
	"I don't know what you're talking about, Cindy.  I think 
you're a little fucking confused.  Everybody likes me.  Ask around," 
he said, pulling at his wrists in frustration.
	She laughed, digging her knees into his wrists, her hands on 
her hips, her chest thrust out.  "I have asked around, Wade.  I think 
you'd be surprised.  Turns out people only pretend to like you, 
because they feel like they have to, what with you being such a big 
shot and all.  Truth is, you have a lot of enemies, for such a popular 
guy."
	"No more than you, rich little cock-teasing queen bitch," he 
snarled, glaring up at her coldly.
	Cindy smiled as she slapped his face again, watching with an 
apparent distant interest as he again struggled angrily to break free.  
"Actually, you have a lot more enemies than me.  The only people 
that hate me are the ones that don't know me, Wade.  People seem to 
hate you whether they know you or not, and more so if they do."
	"You are so dead, little girl," he said, pulling on his wrists.
	She laughed for a moment, and slapped his face again.  She 
brought her hand back across, slapping him backhanded, as he 
screamed angrily and struggled to break free.  Cindy continued to 
slap his face roughly, moving her feminine little hand back and 
forth.  "Dead?  Really?" she said, continuing to slap him, her 
expression one of boredom, disinterest.  "It seems like your first 
order of business would be to make me stop smacking you, hot shot.  
Can you do it?" she said, continuing to hit him as he thrashed about, 
struggling angrily.  "Guess not," she said coldly.  "I didn't think so."
	Cindy put her hands back on her hips, smiling with 
satisfaction at her handiwork, as she looked down at Wade's face, 
his cheeks pink from being slapped roughly as he lay pinned beneath 
the girl who was the captain of the cheerleading squad at his high 
school, where he was the quarterback of the football team, the star 
athlete.  Cindy made no move for quite some time, looking down at 
him coolly as he glared up at her, his eyes brimming with hatred, 
contemplating his situation.
	"Fine," he said after a while, struggling to keep his voice 
calm, level.  "You've had your fun now, so let me up, before I really 
get angry."
	She laughed at him, reaching down to the floor to take his 
wrists firmly in her hands, scooting her body down lower on his 
torso, laying down flat on top of him, face down, looking into his 
eyes.  She held her face above his, pinning him easily with her body, 
digging her elbows into his shoulders as she held his wrists tight.  He 
struggled beneath her once again, but his legs were of no use, and 
she held him still with ease, looking down at him coldly, breathing 
calmly on his face, her pretty blond hair falling about his forehead 
and the sides of his face.
	"My fun's just getting started, lover boy," she said, smiling 
down at him as he wriggled beneath her.  She pressed her chest 
against him, straddling his stomach, pushing into it with her crotch.  
Cindy held his wrists tight, pinning his shoulders with her elbows, 
her body flush against his, breathing easily against him as she gazed 
down into his eyes, wisps of her long hair tickling his face, showing 
her amusement at his frustration.  "You get as angry as you want.  
That'll only make it more enjoyable for me, big man."
	"You're going to be so sorry," he said, shaking his head for 
emphasis, his teeth clenched.
	Cindy looked down at him in amusement, letting him feel her 
body all over him, noting his erection against her as she lay on top of 
him.  "I'll take my chances," she said, her face inches from his.  "So 
far, I'm not feeling very sorry though, Wade.  Not even sorry for you, 
sweetie.  Especially not that."
	She held his wrists tight, watching in amusement as he 
struggled to pull them free, to shove her off of him.  Cindy kept her 
pretty face right above his, her soft hair on his face, maintaining eye 
contact, breathing on him, pressing her lovely body against him as he 
growled in frustration and continued to struggle beneath her.
	Keeping hold of his wrists, she sat up on him, again pressing 
her knees down onto his shoulders, pinning him firmly to the ground.  
She moved her left knee out, onto his upper right arm, and then 
pulled her right knee across his body, settling it on his right arm as 
well, holding his opposite arm with both hands.  Firmly taking hold 
of his left arm with her hands, she pulled his body towards her, 
rolling him over as she knelt on his right arm.  He struggled, but she 
quickly completed the move, rolling him face down on the floor, and 
she moved her body onto his upper back, again straddling him, 
sitting on him with her full weight.
	He reached behind himself with his hands, flailing them 
about, trying to strike her, or grab hold of her as she sat on him.  
Cindy leaned forward, bringing her arms below his, leaning her body 
against his back, pressing him to the floor with her weight, letting 
him feel her soft face against the back of his neck.  With her arms 
tangled beneath his, she brought her hands together behind his head, 
clasping them.  She straightened her arms slightly, pushing his head 
forward, and simultaneously pulling his arms and shoulders back.
	Cindy began to sit up, positioning herself on his lower back, 
pulling his upper body with her as she moved to an upright position, 
sitting with all of her weight on his buttocks and lower back.  He 
struggled furiously, but she kept her hands clasped behind his head, 
holding his upper body still, sitting on his lower back, pinning it to 
the floor.  He fluttered his arms wildly, but could not reach her with 
them, so limited was his mobility in her hold.
	Once she was sitting up on him, Cindy held her position for a 
few minutes, pulling his shoulders and upper back against her 
breasts as she straddled his buttocks, mashing his body into the 
ground.  When she was thoroughly convinced that he could not free 
himself, despite his increasingly desperate attempts to do so, Cindy 
began to lean back.  She kicked her feet out in front of her, resting 
her heels on the floor in front of Wade's body, as she lifted his chest 
off of the ground, continuing to sit on his buttocks, pinning them 
firmly beneath her.
	He screamed as she bent his body back, angrily at first, 
though soon his screams were brought on from sheer pain, as Cindy 
sat comfortably on top of him, leaning back easily, bending his body 
with her as she did so.  She stretched her arms out in front of herself, 
leaning back slowly, letting him feel the ever-increasing pain as she 
bent him, while he continued to struggle and scream.  She wrapped 
her legs around his middle, locking her ankles, holding his body tight 
as she continued to lean back.  He screamed in pain and terror as she 
brought her head all the way back, resting it on the backs of his legs, 
arching her back as she held his upper body bent back so far he 
feared she might break him.
	She rested her head on him, holding him firmly as he 
screamed and tried to pull himself away from her.  Cindy relaxed, 
enjoying his screams, marveling at how far she had bent his body, 
knowing that she could probably break his back by pulling her arms 
in against her chest, laying her back on his legs, taking his shoulders 
back just a bit more.  She did not do this, however, very happy to 
just relax her head on him, holding him in the vicious position as he 
helplessly screamed in pain and flailed his arms about.
	"What do you think, Wade?" she said quietly, knowing that 
he would hear her pretty voice over his own screams.  "Should I 
break you in half?  I can't quite decide."
	"No!" he screamed at her.  "God damn it, no!  Let go of me, 
you crazy little bitch!"
	She laughed, pulling her arms in towards her body, arching 
her back a bit more, perhaps half an inch, causing him immense 
pain, marveling at the ease with which she made him scream for 
dear life.  "You'd better be nice to me, big guy, or I'll snap you like 
a twig.  Do you believe I could do it?"
	He did not answer, instead continuing to scream in pain, his 
body bent horrifically back at the waist and torso.
	Cindy shook her head in amazement at his stubbornness as 
she lay against the backs of his legs.  She pulled back again, perhaps 
a quarter of an inch this time, and his screams intensified 
immediately.  He was very near the point of breaking, she knew.  
She could feel the tension in his body.  "Answer me, Wade.  Do you 
believe I could break you, or should I prove it to you?"
	"Yes!" he screamed in anguish.  "Yes, I believe it.  Now let 
me go!"
	"Say please," she said casually, pulling back another fraction 
of an inch, now touching his legs with her shoulder as well as her 
head, holding his body still as she pulled it back.
	"Oh, for God's sake!" he shouted.  "All right, please!  Please 
let the hell go of me," he screamed.
	Before Cindy could answer, the doorbell rang.  She sat still 
for a moment, struggling to hear above Wade's continued screams.  
It rang a second time, and this time, he heard it, too.
	"Now you're in trouble, you crazy little bitch!" he shouted at 
her.  "Someone's here."  He began screaming for the benefit of 
whomever was outside ringing the bell.  "Hey!  We're in here!  Help!  
Hey!"
	Cindy laughed.  "I'm afraid they won't be helping you, 
Wade.  I've been expecting them," she said, abruptly releasing his 
upper body, sending it sprawling, face down on to the floor.
	She climbed off of him, kneeling next to his body on the 
floor as he lay on his side, shaking in pain.  "Who is at the door," he 
asked finally, struggling to crawl away from her, his body trembling 
involuntarily as he slowly moved away.  "Who have you been 
expecting?"
	Cindy smiled, crawling after him, catching up to him easily.  
She grabbed his head by a handful of hair, throwing his body to the 
ground, flat on his back.  Cindy took hold of his wrists quickly, 
before he could strike her with them, and she crawled on top of him, 
hearing the doorbell ring again.  She straddled him, sitting on his 
chest, looking down at his face.
	"We have company, Wade, darling.  I hope you feel up to 
entertaining," she said, laughing as he swore at her and tugged at his 
wrists.  She scooted herself up on his body, settling her full weight 
on his neck, straddling it, bringing her legs together against the sides 
of his head, holding it still.  She felt him cough and gasp against her 
crotch as she sat on his neck, depriving him of breath.
	Cindy kept hold of his wrists, straddling his neck with the 
full weight of her body, choking him easily with her crotch.  She 
watched as his eyes grew wide, as he struggled desperately for 
breath, and she pulled her skirt up around her waist, so she could 
feel his neck against her body as while she choked him.
	She looked down at him, holding her legs together, keeping 
his face positioned so that he was looking straight up at her, as she 
denied him breath with her body.  "I'll tell you what, Wade," she 
said as he continued to struggle weakly.  "You stay here for a few 
minutes, and I'll go let our guests in.  Perhaps in a short while, we 
can all play together," she said, smiling down at him in amusement 
as his eyes closed and he fell into unconsciousness.  Cindy scooted 
off of his neck, resting on his chest, watching him for a moment to 
assure that he was asleep and that he was breathing.
	Hearing the doorbell ring again, satisfied that Wade was 
sleeping safely and soundly, Cindy rose to welcome her guests.  She 
had invited some of her friends from the squad several days ago to 
come over and join her in hurting and humiliating Wade.  They had 
agreed enthusiastically to come over, as the ones Cindy had invited, 
the ones she was friends with, all had some reason to dislike Wade.  
The idea of beating up an arrogant football player and humiliating 
him, which is what Cindy had promised would happen, was very 
appealing to most of them in and of itself, too.  Especially if there 
would be no negative consequences for doing so, which Cindy had 
also guaranteed.  Cindy had only asked that they give her an hour's 
head start alone with Wade, which they had done.
	She greeted them at the door, saying, "Good evening, ladies.  
So glad you could make it.  Come on in."  They followed her into the 
house.  There were four of them, plus Cindy.
	As the girls entered, they immediately saw Wade's body, 
unconscious on the floor in the entry hall, and their eyes widened as 
they looked to Cindy for explanation.  "Oh my God," her friend Terri 
gasped.  "What on earth?"
	Cindy smiled proudly, saying, "I told you what I was going to 
do to him.  And I did it.  Why are you so surprised?"
	The girls shrugged bashfully, and another of Cindy's friends, 
Ashley, said, "Well, I guess we didn't really think that you would go 
through with it, that you would be able to go through with it, even if 
you tried."
	Cindy folded her arms, shrugging nonchalantly.  "It really 
wasn't all that hard.  I mean, I had to spar with him for a little while, 
but he didn't give me enough credit, and I got the best of him pretty 
quickly."
	"What did you do to him?" another girl, Barbie, asked her, as 
the others nodded questioningly.
	Cindy smiled, leaning her back against the wall, briefly 
recounting the events leading up to the girls' arrival.  They listened 
with great interest, their eyes growing wide with excitement as they 
realized that she was telling them the truth.
	The fourth girl, Cindy's friend Alicia, the one Wade had so 
mistreated recently, asked her, "So he can't walk?"
	Cindy shook her head.  "Probably not for several hours.  I had 
him in the leg lock for kind of a long time, and he was screaming 
pretty badly.  I think I hurt his legs quite a bit."
	Alicia laughed in amazement.  "And you bent his body 
backwards, practically folded him in half, and he couldn't do 
anything to stop you?"
	"I know.  It's pretty difficult to believe.  But it's true.  I have 
complete control.  I knew I could do it.  It wasn't that hard, really," 
Cindy told them.
	"It's just that you're so much smaller," Ashley said.  "And he's 
so strong.  And you're a ..."
	"I'm a girl," Cindy finished.  "Yeah, I know.  But it wasn't 
that difficult.  Any of you guys could have done it.  Once you get 
started, once you commit yourself to going through with it, then it's 
pretty easy.  He's just a boy."
	Terri shook her head in disbelief, looking down at Wade's 
motionless body.  "And you choked him to sleep, straddling him, 
sitting on his neck?"
	"That was the best.  I think we should do more stuff like that 
when we wake him up.  Feeling him struggling for breath, choking 
and gasping between my legs, against my body was such a rush.  Just 
picture it," Cindy told them, smiling naughtily.
	The girls were silent for a moment, and then Barbie spoke, 
asking, "So what do we do now?"
	Cindy smiled at them, saying, "Well, we wake him, and we 
hurt him some more, and humiliate him.  It's only a matter of time 
before we break his spirit, make him cry, and beg.  He'll be much 
more respectful of us Monday in school, I'll bet.  So who wants to go 
first?"
	The girls looked at each other shyly, none offering to be first.  
Cindy looked from one to the next, as each averted her eyes.
	"What's the matter?" Cindy asked them.  "You don't have to if 
you don't want to.  You don't even have to stay, if you find this 
distasteful, I guess."
	They looked at each other, and Alicia finally spoke, saying, 
"Oh no, Cindy.  We want to stay.  And I think we want to help.  At 
least I do.  It's just that ..."
	Cindy smiled, nodding her head.  "I understand.  I'll go first, 
and you guys watch for a while.  When you see how easy it is, when 
you get the idea, and when you feel more comfortable with the 
whole thing, then you can join in.  How's that?"
	Ashley nodded excitedly.  "That sounds perfect to me.  After 
all, you're our leader.  You're the captain of the squad."
	The other girls nodded approvingly, and Cindy laughed in 
amusement, saying, "Okay, okay.  That sounds fine.  I'm so glad you 
guys are here!"
	The girls all hugged, and Cindy said, "We should move him 
into the den, where there's more room, and where everyone can sit 
on the sofas and watch."
	"We brought beer," Barbie said, holding up a twelve-pack.
	"Cool," Cindy said, accepting a can as Barbie distributed a 
round.  "You can put the rest in the fridge.  There's chips on the table 
in the kitchen."
	"Wow," Alicia laughed.  "Just like going to a movie."
	"Yeah," Cindy said.  "Only much, much better."
	The girls helped Cindy move Wade into the den, marveling 
at his weight.  They moved the coffee table to one side of the room, 
creating a large open area in the center.  As the girls took their 
places on the sofas, sipping beers and eating chips from plastic 
bowls, Cindy sat down on Wade's chest, straddling him, still wearing 
her skimpy little cheerleader outfit.
	She looked across the room at Ashley as she leaned forward, 
smiling naughtily, sealing the palm of her hand over Wade's mouth, 
using her thumb and forefinger to pinch his nose shut.  His eyes 
opened with a start, and he tried to scream, but his voice was 
initially muffled by Cindy's hand over his mouth.  The girls laughed 
amusedly, perhaps also a bit nervously.
	Cindy withdrew her hand from his face, allowing him to 
breathe, allowing him to speak.  "What the hell is going on here?" he 
demanded angrily, trying immediately to struggle to get up.  Cindy 
had him pinned very well, straddling his upper body, pressing his 
hands to the hardwood floor with her knees.
	She smiled down at him, her hands on her hips.  "I told you, 
Wade.  We have company.  I think you know everyone," she said, 
motioning with her head to her friends on the sofas.
	Wade turned his head to look at them, taking each of them 
in, his eyes narrowing in anger.  "You crazy little bitches," he said.  
"I hope at least one of you has the sense to help me out, before I 
make you all sorry."
	Cindy looked up at her friends for a moment, and then back 
down at Wade, as he continued to struggle.  Raising her eyebrows, 
she said, "It looks like none of them have any sense at all, Wade.  I 
guess you'll have to make us sorry.  Go ahead."  She laughed as he 
struggled furiously to get his hands free, to buck her off of him.  She 
looked up at her friends, saying, "Go on, Wade.  We're waiting for 
you to make us sorry."
	"Fuck you!" Wade shouted angrily, trying desperately to 
break free from her.
	She smiled down at him sweetly.  "You wish, Wade.  That's 
what you thought you'd be doing tonight, too.  Isn't it?  Fucking me, I 
mean.  But guess what, Wade?  It's you who is going to be fucked," 
she said, slapping his face with the open palm of her hand as he 
continued to try to shake her off.
	Cindy looked up at her friends, and they laughed, exchanging 
excited glances with one another.  "Gosh, Wade," Ashley said, "my 
image of you is totally blown.  I thought you were such a tough, 
strong boy.  But it looks to me like you can't even defend yourself 
against a pretty little girl."
	"Yeah," Terri said, laughing.  "A girl who stands on the 
sidelines, dancing and cheering in cute little matching outfits, 
wearing makeup, while you and your friends do your macho football 
thing.  I really thought you would be tough enough to handle her, 
Wade."
	Cindy laughed, patting Wade's head, humiliating him as he 
glared up at her, still trying to break free.  "Oh, Wade's been no 
trouble at all, have you Wade?"
	"Fucking bitches!" he shouted, bucking his torso beneath 
Cindy's body.
	She shook her head disapprovingly, folding her arms across 
her chest as she looked down at him.  "That won't do, Wade," she 
said firmly, firmly meeting his eyes with hers.
	"Fuck you!" Wade shouted at her, and she shook her head, 
slapping his face with her open palm as he furiously tried to break 
free from her.
	Cindy looked up at her friends for a moment.  All were 
watching her intently, with great interest.  She looked back down at 
Wade, moving her knees on the floor, using her hands to help keep 
his own hands pinned beneath her knees as she moved them.  She 
settled her knees firmly on either side of his head, holding it still so 
that he could not turn it to either side.  She sat on his upper chest, 
just below his neck, her knees pinning his hands to the floor and 
holding his head still as she looked down at him in distaste, 
detachment.
	"Break free, Wade," she said softly, looking down at him, 
feeling his body squirm beneath her.  She held her forefinger and her 
middle finger together, in front of his face for a moment as he 
continued to struggle.  Casually, she placed her two little fingers 
against his throat and pressed them inward firmly.  She immediately 
cut off his breathing, smiling down at him in amusement as he 
choked and struggled, unable to even turn his head, defenseless to 
protect himself from two fingers on her little hand.
	"You'd really better break free now, tough guy.  It's 
desperation time.  If you want to breathe, all you have to do is make 
me let you."  She paused, looking up at her friends as she held her 
fingers firmly against his throat.  "Well, go on, Wade.  Am I really 
controlling you with just two of my fingers?  And they're not even 
big strong male fingers, either.  Look," she said, holding up her other 
hand for him to see.  "I'm wearing nail polish.  It's a pretty color, 
don't you think?"
	The girls laughed, and Cindy withdrew her fingers from 
Wade's throat, convinced that he could never have broken free on 
his own, smiling down at him sadly as he violently coughed in 
breath.  "Poor Wade," she said, pouting sweetly for him.  "Things 
don't look good for you at all, do they?"
	"Let me up, bitch!" he snarled, thrashing about beneath her.
	She smiled down at him carelessly, reaching behind her back 
to undo her top, removing it slowly, exposing firm, young breasts 
with erect little nipples, watching his eyes, noting his arousal.  Cindy 
moved her body back on him, taking his wrists with her hands as she 
lifted her knees to move her body back.  She positioned his hands on 
the floor above his head, holding them firmly as he struggled to pull 
them free, looking down into his eyes powerfully.  She lowered her 
body towards his face slowly, teasing him, watching his eyes as she 
touched his face with her warm female breast, feeling his body 
struggle beneath her.
	She lifted herself slightly, looking down into his eyes as her 
breasts hung inches above his face.  She spoke to him softly, her 
voice thick.  "I'm definitely not one of the guys, huh Wade?  How 
humiliating for you that I'm so completely in control right now.  You 
seem so tough on the football field with all of those huge guys, and 
I'm only a woman.  I'm literally making all of the decisions here, big 
man," she said, looking down into his eyes, holding her lovely 
breasts just above his face.
	She stood up suddenly, wearing only her little skirt, looking 
down at him.  Wade tried immediately to sit up, but she raised her 
foot to his throat, pinning him to the floor beneath her foot, again 
cutting off his air supply.  Cindy looked down at him, her hands on 
her hips, laughing girlishly as he struggled for breath beneath her 
foot, as she felt his hands grappling, struggling against her powerful, 
toned leg.  He ran his hands all over her ankle, her calf, trying 
desperately to push it away, but she held it firmly against his throat.  
She looked around the room at her friends, who were all completely 
engrossed, smiling approvingly.  She proved easily that he could not 
free himself, and she withdrew her foot as suddenly as she had 
pinned him with it, allowing Wade to cough in breath.
	As he immediately sat up, she stooped down and wrapped 
her arm around his head, locking it in firmly against her side, against 
her young breast.  He began struggling with his hands right away, 
trying to pry her arm loose as she cranked his head against her body 
with amazing force, causing him to scream out in pain.  She fell to 
her side, bringing his head with her, forcing his entire body face 
down on the floor.  As she lay next to him, continuously tightening 
her grip on his head, he struggled wildly to break free, thrashing his 
body about, screaming angrily, desperately.
	She wrapped her legs around his lower body, as she held his 
head tightly in her arm, mashing it against her firm bosom.  Cindy 
locked her ankles around him and powered her legs together on 
either side of his body, holding his head, arching her back, bending 
his body back as she pulled his head and his lower body upward at 
the same time.  He cried out immediately, screaming from the 
intense pain, his body extremely sensitive to being bent from the 
earlier damage she had done.  She held him that way, laughing as he 
groped her strong young body with his hands, struggling in 
desperation to break free as she locked his body against hers, 
effortlessly bending it back while she squeezed his head with her 
arm and his lower body between her legs.
	The girls laughed and cheered as it quickly became apparent 
that Wade was helpless as Cindy held him there, possessively, 
hurting him, making him scream in pain and frustration.  Cindy 
smiled, withdrawing her legs from his body, planting her feet 
beneath herself and standing up, pulling him with her, to his knees.  
She loosened her arm around his head long enough to bring it down 
around his neck, quickly tightening it there, cutting off his breath as 
she continued to pull his face against her breast, her erect nipple.
	"Who want's to play with Wade next?" she asked her friends.  
"He still has much to learn, and it isn't right for me to do all the 
teaching, to have all the fun.  Maybe a couple of you would like to 
play with him at once?"
	"What do you think, Ashley?" Barbie asked.
	Ashley blushed slightly, smiling.  "Okay.  I'm game."  Ashley 
had long, honey-blond hair, a smallish frame, a tight little body, with 
long legs.  Her face was lovely and girlish, her eyes blue and clear.  
Her voice was sweet and feminine.
	"Excellent," Cindy said softly against Wade's face, allowing 
him to gasp in breath for just a second, then closing off his throat 
again with her arm.
	Barbie rose from the sofa, walking over to where Cindy 
stood, holding Wade on his knees by the throat.  Barbie's appearance 
was very mature for that of a seventeen-year-old.  Her body had 
classic, female curvature, with large breasts, a tiny waist, and 
hourglass hips.  That was where comparisons between she and the 
well-known doll ceased, however.  Barbie had jet-black, shoulder 
length hair, milky-white skin, and cloudy, hazel eyes.  Her body was 
firm and tight, deceptively so, given the feminine swell of her 
breasts, her hips, her buttocks.  Her lips were full, her voice throaty, 
and every boy in school fantasized about her, because she looked 
like such a very bad girl, though few had actually had her.
	Barbie took one of Wade's arms as he flailed them about, still 
gasping for breath as Cindy strangled him.  When Cindy released 
him, Barbie quickly took hold of his other arm, hooking one of her 
own arms through his left, holding his right with the same hand, 
pulling both of his arms back firmly, leaving one of her own free to 
do with as she would.  As Ashley rose from the sofa and crossed the 
room to meet them, Barbie wrapped her free arm around Wade's 
forehead, pulling it back against her breasts, holding his arms firmly 
behind his back, pulling him up off of his knees.  His legs, still 
relatively useless, hung bent limply beneath him as Barbie held him 
up.
	"Let me go, you fucking bitches!" he screamed, struggling to 
break free as Barbie pulled him against her roughly.
	Barbie leaned her head in, speaking into his ear, her voice 
low and stern.  "That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, 
Wade darling.  You'd better watch yourself, or we're going to find 
other uses for that mouth of yours, and you may not like them."
	Ashley stood in front of him, and he screamed angrily, 
thrashing his body about as Barbie held him.  Ashley took a step 
back, frightened that he might break free.
	Cindy spoke to her from the sofa, where she now sat, sipping 
a beer.  "Ashley, he can't hurt you.  Barbie's got him.  He's 
completely helpless.  He just doesn't know it yet.  Show him how 
vulnerable and weak he is, Ashley."
	"Shut the fuck up, Cindy!" Wade shouted as he continued to 
struggle to break free from Barbie.  "You'd better be afraid, Ashley.  
The whole lot of you had better be very afraid!"
	Ashley's face hardened, and she stepped back towards him.  
She put her hands on his shoulders, looking absently into his eyes.  
Without warning, she lifted her knee into his stomach, forcing a 
grunt from him as his wind quickly departed his body.  His eyes 
widened as Ashley stood her ground, still looking into his eyes 
dispassionately, with a quiet excitement, a passive curiosity.  She 
lifted her knee into his gut again, as he still struggled for breath from 
her first blow.  She felt her knee sink into his stomach this time, and 
she held it there for just a moment before she withdrew it.
	"Amazing," she said in her quiet, girlish voice.  "He really 
can't defend himself.  We can do whatever we want to with him," she 
said, her face inches from his as she again brought her knee up into 
his middle, using his shoulders for leverage as she powered herself 
into his stomach, holding her knee into his gut for longer still, this 
time.  She smiled into his face happily as she withdrew her knee and 
brought it back into him again, and again, holding her knee into his 
body, watching with curiosity as he choked and gasped for breath.
	As she withdrew her knee, Barbie released him, and his body 
crumpled to the floor at their feet, shaking and gasping for breath.  
Barbie stood over him, looking down at him, and she removed her 
sweatshirt and bra, exposing large, firm, creamy-white breasts, erect 
pink nipples.  Ashley smiled at her, taking off her jeans, standing 
above him in tight little panties that showcased her taught butt, her 
long, powerful legs.
	Wade finally found breath, and began to sit up, as Barbie sat 
on the floor behind him.  She impatiently smacked his arms out of 
her way as he struggled to move away from her, pushing him onto 
his back, putting her feet on his chest, hooking her hands beneath his 
arms, pulling his body towards her.  She pulled his head between her 
knees, as she sat on the floor, pinning her knees together against his 
temples, curling her legs in towards her body, pulling his head in 
against her tummy, letting her breasts swell against the top and back 
of his head.  She took hold of his wrists lightly in her hands, keeping 
them steady as she rested her feet on his chest, bringing her knees 
together against his head, pulling him in against her breasts.
	Ashley knelt roughly on his stomach, bouncing up and down 
carelessly, leaning forward on him, resting her hands on his chest.  
She ripped his shirt off of him, popping each button easily as he 
continued to struggle beneath her, screaming in pain as Barbie 
brought her knees together against his head.
	He struggled desperately to break free from Barbie as Ashley 
lay down on the floor next to him, but Barbie held him tight, 
pressing her knees in against the pressure points in his temples, 
easily making him scream out in pain.  Ashley slid one of her legs 
beneath his body, bringing her other across the top, noting his 
erection as she settled her thigh in against his exposed belly.  He 
struggled wildly, thrashing his torso about, but Ashley soon crossed 
her ankles on his opposite side and brought her legs together against 
him, sending the air from his lungs in a giant "whoosh."
	Barbie leaned her head down, pressing her breasts against the 
back of Wade's head as she spoke to him in a soft, smoky voice.  
"You always looked like you were in pretty good shape to me, Wade.  
Let's see how strong you are, really."  She smiled at Ashley, who lay 
on her side on the floor, her head propped on an elbow so she could 
see Wade's face.
	Ashley began contracting her thighs around him, working his 
body between her legs as he screamed and struggled.  He tried to 
hold his stomach firm, but it had been weakened from hours of 
abuse, and she patiently waited to feel him rest, bringing her thighs 
together around his body as he screamed in pain.  Barbie continued 
to bear down on his head with her knees, heaving her breasts against 
him as she punished his head.  Ashley forced his stomach in, feeling 
it weaken, feeling his breath become labored as he screamed in pain 
and desperation.
	Casually, she relaxed her legs, gathering her strength as he 
gulped in air.  Without notice, Ashley straightened her legs against 
him, squeezing her thighs together sharply, powerfully around his 
body, smiling excitedly as she felt herself break through his muscle, 
felt his body give way to her.  She squeezed him savagely, shaking 
his body between her thighs as he screamed, as she looked curiously 
into his face, bringing her legs closer and closer together all the 
while.  Ashley bent her legs at the knees, bringing her knees up over 
his chest, forcing her legs together, flattening him, forcing air from 
him as he screamed helplessly between her thighs.
	She held her position, letting him scream as she ravaged his 
body, helpless to do anything but watch her fearfully and struggle 
weakly for breath.  Barbie ran her fingers through his hair absently, 
releasing his arms, for all the good they could do him now.  She 
continued to handle his head roughly between her knees, smiling at 
Ashley as he screamed in pain and tried to draw in breath.
	"Beg me to stop, Wade," Ashley said softly, forcing her legs 
together closer still as he screamed like a tortured animal.  When he 
said nothing, she squeezed tighter still, saying, "Okay, then I'll start 
breaking your fucking ribs.  It's going to be hard to throw that 
football with three of four broken ribs, Wade.  There goes the 
scholarship," she said, squeezing him roughly as his eyes widened in 
horror.
	"All right!  All right!  Please," he gasped.  "Please stop!"
	Ashley shook her head sadly, squeezing harder as he 
screamed in pain.  "Did anyone hear Wade say the word 'beg'?  I 
didn't hear it, so I guess it's okay to start snapping his bones like 
twigs ..."
	"Please, no!" he shouted desperately.  "Okay, I beg you.  
Please, Ashley!  Don't break me!  Oh, God!" he screamed.
	She smiled, loosening her thighs, settling them back down 
around his stomach.  "Good.  See, we're learning.  It's okay, Wade.  
We understand.  You just aren't that smart, and it takes you a little 
bit longer.  Luckily, we're very patient, Wade, and we care about 
you," she said as he screamed in pain, her thighs crushing his middle 
flat.  "We'll go as long as it takes to help you become a better 
person."
	Barbie smiled wickedly, releasing Wade's head, letting it fall 
to the floor.  She stood up, as Ashley continued to work him easily 
between her legs.  "Okay, who's next?" she asked, looking at Terri 
and Alicia on the sofa.
	Terri smiled, raising her hand perkily.  "Oh, me.  Please!"
The girls laughed, and Terri stood up, walking over to where 
Wade lay on the floor, trapped helplessly between Ashley's legs, 
screaming and struggling for breath.  "Hold him for a minute more, 
Ash," Terri said, and Ashley nodded, working her thighs together 
against his soft tummy.
	Terri walked around to his feet, stooping down to undo his 
belt, pulling it off of him, and unbuttoning his jeans as the other girls 
cheered enthusiastically.  She unzipped him, as he struggled weakly, 
and pulled his jeans off of him, exposing legs which were muscular 
and toned, though limp and of little use in their current state.  He 
wore silk boxer shorts, and the girls whistled and hooted at the sight 
of them.
	"Okay, Ash," Terri said, and Ashley nodded, releasing her 
legs and rolling Wade's traumatized, shaking body off of her and 
onto the floor, face down.  Ashley rose and made her way back to 
the sofa, smiling at the other girls as she sat, drinking from her beer.
	Terri stood over Wade, smiling as he struggled weakly to 
push himself to his hands and knees.  She placed a foot on his back, 
pressing his body roughly back to the floor, face down.  Terri had 
long, curly auburn hair, a great tan, and a body which looked, and 
indeed was, well cared for.  She had a fantastic figure, though not 
fully mature, which would only improve as she reached her twenties.  
Her breasts were high and full, her butt firm and round, her legs 
muscular and healthy.
	She looked down at Wade with disdain, as she pinned him to 
the floor with her foot.  "I think Wade needs a spanking," she said, 
forcing a grunt from him as she dug into his back with the ball of her 
foot.
	"God damn it, no!" he screamed, struggling to get up.  
"Enough already, you crazy bitches!  You're already as good as dead, 
every fucking one of you."
	Terri smiled, stooping down to find his belt on the floor next 
to him.  She fell to her knees, holding his body still with a hand 
pressed roughly against the small of his back, preventing him from 
moving.  As he struggled wildly with his upper body to move away, 
she settled her knees on the backs of his thighs, pinning him to the 
floor beneath her.  She pulled his boxers down, exposing his 
buttocks, as the girls cheered and clapped.
	"It's quite apparent," Terri said, folding the belt in half, 
cracking it across his buttocks as he screamed with rage and pain, 
"that you weren't properly spanked as a child, Wade.  If you had 
been," she continued, beating him repeatedly with his own leather 
belt, "then you would be a better, more humble person."  She beat 
him mercilessly as he lay pinned beneath her, unable to crawl away 
from her as she knelt comfortably on top of him, keeping his body 
still, whipping his behind briskly.
	"Luckily for you, it's not too late," she said, raising red marks 
on his buttocks now as she continued to beat him vigorously.  He 
screamed out in pain as she continued to whip him.  "We'll teach you 
some manners yet, tough guy."  Terri fell silent as she beat his ass 
with repeated cracks of his leather belt, easily turning it red and 
bright as she worked on it.
	When she grew bored with the belt, Terri tossed it aside, 
standing up, taking a handful of Wade's hair and dragging him over 
to a nearby chair as the other girls giggled enthusiastically.  She sat 
in the chair, throwing his body over her lap, bending his arm behind 
his back near the point of breaking.  As she held him on her lap, 
Terri resumed spanking him, with her bare hand now, slapping his 
buttocks harshly as he screamed in pain and wriggled about on her 
lap.  She held him still, though, and beat him mercilessly as he 
screamed at each blow.  Terri thought perhaps she had beaten him to 
tears, but could not be certain.  He did not sob, though she did feel 
wet droplets at her ankles.  It could have been perspiration, but it 
might also have been tears that she had forced from him against his 
will.  No matter.  They would make him cry one way or another.
	"Beg me to stop, Wade," Terri said, spanking him repeatedly, 
easily causing him to scream, if not to weep.  "Beg me or stop me 
yourself, tough guy, because I'm not stopping until you beg, and I'm 
going to beat right through what's left of your flesh soon."
	"Oh, fuck!" Wade screamed.  "Damn it.  All right, Terri.  All 
right!  I beg you.  Please stop.  You're fucking killing me.  Please!"
	Terri beat him roughly a few times more, for good measure, 
and then she stopped, releasing his arm and rolling his body 
carelessly off of her lap, letting it fall to the floor with a "thud."  She 
stood up, crossing her arms, towering over him, looking down at him 
menacingly.  "What are you going to do to him, Alicia?" she asked, 
settling her foot on his crotch, pinning it lightly to the floor.
	Alicia smiled.  "I don't know.  Any suggestions?"
	"How about you leave me the fuck alone?" Wade shouted.
	Terri smiled down at him and pressed her foot against his 
crotch, crushing his testicles to the floor, laughing and shaking her 
head as he screamed.
"	I think you should fuck him," Cindy said, and the women all 
turned to look at her, their eyes wide, mouths agape.
	"What?" Alicia asked in surprise.
	"I think you should fuck him," she repeated.
	"But ..." Alicia began.
	Cindy smiled, shaking her head.  "Not like that.  I think you 
should fuck him up the ass.  Would you like that, Wade?"
	"No!" he screamed.  "Shut the fuck up, Cindy!  Stay the hell 
away from me, all of you!"
	"See?" Cindy asked.  "It's perfect.  He doesn't want you to."  
She rose from the sofa, standing over Wade, kicking him in the side 
as Terri continued to hold her foot against his crotch.  "He doesn't 
want you to, any more than you wanted him to.  What could be more 
appropriate?"
	A cruel smile formed on Alicia's face and she made a small 
nod with her head.  "I like it," she said quietly.
	Cindy returned her smile.  "Good," she said softly, silently 
leaving the room.
	Barbie and Ashley rose from the sofa, stooping to each catch 
one of Wade's wrists, dragging his body to the center of the floor, 
roughly rolling him onto his stomach as he voiced his dissent.  Terri 
walked up to them, and took off her skirt, settling herself on his 
back, facing his butt, straddling his body, pressing her weight down 
on it firmly as she sat on him, letting him feel her legs and buttocks 
against his bare back as she rested comfortably on him, wearing only 
her bikini briefs.  Ashley and Barbie sat at his feet on the floor, each 
crossing their legs, taking one of his feet into their laps.  They 
scooted away from one another, roughly pulling his legs with them 
until his lower body was stretched taught, his legs pulled far apart.  
Each held one of his ankles firmly in her lap, yanking on it with 
authority any time he struggled in the least.
	Alicia stood on the floor by his head, her hands on her hips 
looking down at him as he turned his head to look up at her face.  
	"Please don't, Alicia.  Come on.  This is crazy," he said.
	"Shut up, Wade," she said softly, kicking him lightly in the 
face with her foot as she stood towering over him sternly.
	Cindy returned to the room, carrying a latex-covered object 
formed in the shape of a fairly good-sized penis, and a tube of 
petroleum jelly.  The girls looked at her in surprise, and she flicked a 
switch on the object, causing it to hum and vibrate in her hand.  The 
women all laughed in disgust, and in delight as well, and Cindy 
joined in.
	"A vibrator, Cindy?" Ashley asked, when she was finally able 
to stop laughing.
	Cindy rolled her eyes, smiling in embarrassment.  "Oh, my 
God!  It's my mom's, you guys."
	"Yeah, right," Barbie said, giggling as she pulled roughly on 
Wade's ankle, holding him steady.
	"Well it is!" Cindy protested, blushing and laughing.
	"Whatever," Terri said, laughing gleefully as she straddled 
Wade's body.
	"It is totally my mothers!" Cindy said again, still blushing.
	"Just keep it the hell away from me, you crazy bitches!" 
Wade shouted from his position on the floor.
	Cindy laughed, kicking him in the head carelessly.  "Oh, shut 
up, Wade.  You might as well face it.  You're going to get fucked up 
the ass, sweetie."
	Alicia laughed too, saying, "I'm not ever going to be able to 
look at your mom with a straight face again, Cindy."
	Cindy giggled, opening the tube of lubricant, applying it 
liberally to the tip of the vibrator.  "You guys absolutely can not say 
anything to her.  Oh my God, she would kill me."
	The girls all laughed and promised to keep the secret, and 
Cindy handed the vibrator to Alicia, who held it gingerly, eyeing it 
with disdain.
	Cindy rolled her eyes, undoing her skirt, letting it fall to the 
floor, and stepping out of it.  "Oh, come on, Alicia.  It's just a 
vibrator.  Just imagine that it's your penis," she said, breaking up 
with laughter as the other girls voiced their disgust and laughed 
hysterically.
	"Seriously," Cindy said, struggling to keep her face straight.  
"Pretend it's your dick, and that you're raping poor Wade here.  You 
know, fucking him up the ass with your big penis," she finished, 
busting into another fit of giggles.
	"Thanks," Alicia said, rolling her eyes, holding the vibrator at 
arm's length.
	Cindy sat on the floor by Wade's head, roughly grabbing it by 
a handful of hair and lifting at against her crotch, which was covered 
only with skimpy black panties.  She curled her legs around his head, 
pulling her thighs in against the sides of it, forcing his face in against 
her little tummy.  She pulled back on his hair, trapping his chin 
against her stomach, holding his head still with her legs, his face 
positioned so that she could look down into his eyes, and so that he 
could look nowhere but up at her.  She snuggled her thighs in tight 
against his head, holding it firmly in place and taking his wrists 
firmly in her hands, holding them still as she looked coolly down 
into his eyes.
	Wade screamed and struggled, but the girls had him.  He 
could feel them, all over his body, holding him firmly as he tried 
desperately to break free.  Cindy held his head in her thighs, with her 
feet pressed against his upper back, his wrists locked tight in her 
little female hands.  Barbie and Ashley held his feet, twisting his 
ankles slightly, adding to his discomfort as they split his legs apart 
and pulled them taught.  Terri sat with her full weight on his back, 
and he could feel her silky body against him, pressing him to the 
floor as she rested comfortably on top of him.  Alicia walked around 
his body.  He tried to follow her with his eyes as he continued to 
scream but Cindy held his head firmly between her thighs, pressing 
his chin against her tummy, smiling down at him in amusement as he 
looked up at her.
	Alicia settled on the backs of his thighs, digging her knees 
into him, pinning his body to the ground further still, at yet another 
point.  He felt her reaching for his boxers, pulling them down just 
below his buttocks.  They would not pull any further, so far apart 
had Ashley and Barbie spread his legs.  Wade trembled as he felt 
Alicia's hand pet his buttocks gently, and he winced as she rubbed 
harder, sending pain shooting through his lower body merely by 
touching his ass, which Terri had beaten nearly into pulp.  He felt 
Alicia touching his butt with the vibrator, and he screamed out.
	"Get away from me with that thing!  God damn it!" he 
shouted, as Cindy arched her eyebrows in amusement, looking down 
into his face.
	Alicia laughed, using one hand to spread his buttocks apart, 
working the tip of the vibrator in between them.  "Gee, that sounds 
familiar, Wade.  You mean you don't want me to fuck you?"
	"No!" he screamed, feeling Cindy's thighs shake as she 
looked down at him, laughing.
	Alicia smiled at Terri, whom she faced, and began pressing 
the vibrator into Wade's ass.  "Too bad, honey," she said, smacking 
his ass with the palm of her hand, laughing as he screamed.  "Stop 
me."
	Wade screamed as she slid it into him deeper.  "No use 
screaming, Wade," Alicia said.  "You're going to take this all the way 
in, so you might as well get used to the idea."  She sunk it farther 
into his ass, as he continued to scream.  The device really was quite 
large.
	"Ashley, Barbie, can you guys pull his legs apart any further?  
I think it might help to loosen him up," Alicia said, laughing as 
Wade screamed in protest, as the five girls controlled him easily, 
holding him still while Alicia penetrated him.  "That's good," Alicia 
said, pushing it into him further as he screamed while the women 
laughed at him heartily.
	"Brace yourself, tough guy," Alicia said, and she thrust it all 
the way into him, and he gasped and screamed out in terror.  Alicia 
smiled at Terri, saying, "How does it feel having me inside of you, 
Wade?"  He said nothing, but continued to scream and shudder.
	Cindy looked down into his eyes, feeling tremendous power 
as she held his head still between her muscular thighs, watching her 
friends controlling him completely.  Alicia switched on the vibrator, 
and the girls laughed as it began humming inside of Wade, while he 
screamed and wretched in terror.  Alicia took hold of it, placing her 
free hand firmly on his buttocks, and withdrew it halfway, slowly 
working it out and then back into him.
	"Oh God, please stop!" Wade screamed.
	Alicia pursed her lips, thrusting it into him, saying, "No.  
Who's going to make me, honey?  I'm fucking you up the ass, big 
guy.  Little girl me, fucking you while my little girl friends watch, 
laughing at you, humiliating you, sitting all over you.  Come on, 
tough guy.  Do something about it."
	Wade struggled, but clearly was not in a position to do 
anything but lay there and take it.  Alicia pumped him faster, as he 
screamed and begged, eventually breaking into tears.  The girls 
looked at one another excitedly as they heard him sob, and Cindy 
looked down into his face powerfully, holding him tight in her 
thighs, letting go of his hands, stroking his hair and face gently as his 
tears fell onto her tummy and thighs.
	Alicia pumped him harder, moaning as she fucked him, 
hoping he would continue to cry and beg, which he did.  Barbie 
extended one of her legs towards his body, working her bare foot 
beneath him, finding his erection.  "He's hard as a rock, you guys," 
she said, laughing.
	Cindy smiled down at him sadly.  "How humiliating," she 
said gently, stroking his hair with her soft little hand.  "I guess you 
must like it," she said, shrugging as she muscled her thighs in tighter 
against the sides of his head.  "Does this get you off, Wade sweetie?" 
she cooed.
	"No!" he sobbed.  "Please stop it.  Please!"
	"Did you stop when I asked?" Alicia said contemptuously, 
pumping him all the while.  "No, you didn't, did you?  And neither 
will I.  Not until I'm finished with you."
	Barbie began to stroke his erection casually with her foot as 
Alicia fucked him, marveling that he could be hurt and embarrassed 
to the point of tears yet still be so aroused.  His body trembled as he 
wept, while Barbie continued to get him off with her foot while 
Alicia raped him savagely from behind.  His breath quickened and 
then stopped as he climaxed, and Alicia took note, thrusting the 
vibrator all the way into him forcefully and holding it there.  When 
he had finished his orgasm, Alicia turned the device off, leaving it 
deep inside of him for a few minutes, sitting still, listening to him 
weep in pain and shame.
	"What's the matter, Wade?" she asked finally.  "Do you 
know how many guys there are out there who would be thrilled to 
fuck me?  You know, deep down," she paused as the girls had a 
good laugh at her choice of words, "you know deep down that you 
wanted it, tough guy.  You should be thanking me," she said, pulling 
the vibrator out of him quickly, smiling evilly as he gasped and 
trembled.
	Cindy looked down into his face as he continued to cry 
against her.  "He should thank all of us, I think.  We've shown him a 
good time, and taught him a very important lesson, one that will 
serve him well.  And we haven't broken any of his bones ... yet."  
She paused, looking down into his eyes, snuggling her thighs against 
his head as he choked on his own sobs.  "What do you think, Wade?  
Will you thank us, each of us, appropriately, or do you want some 
more?"
	Wade closed his eyes, defeated, still weeping against Cindy's 
tummy.  "No.  Whatever you want, I'll do.  Just don't hurt me 
anymore.  Please.  I'll do anything."
	Cindy smiled at her friends.  "Good," she said softly, petting 
his head as his tears fell onto her stomach and ran down her legs.
	"You can start by licking your come off of my foot," Barbie 
said, letting go of his ankle and rising to her feet.
	The other girls made faces of disgust, as Barbie walked 
around to where Cindy held Wade's head.  Cindy released him, and 
Terri turned around on his back, so that she was facing the back of 
his head.  She lifted his head from the floor by a handful of hair, 
saying "You heard her.  Go to it, Wade."
	Barbie put her foot on the floor near his face, watching with 
interest as he obediently licked her foot, cleaning his discharge off of 
it with great care.  She felt power surge through her as she felt his 
tongue on her foot, licking her subserviently.
	When she was satisfied, Barbie withdrew her foot, placing 
her hands on her hips and saying, "Now, you can thank us, tough 
guy.  You can lick us, each of us, and suck us off, make us happy, 
convince us not to hurt you anymore.  You can start with Alicia, as 
she deserves the most thanks.  Cindy, do you have any mouthwash?" 
she asked.
	The girls laughed, and Cindy nodded, leaving the room for a 
minute, returning with a bottle of mouthwash and a camera.  She 
looked down at Wade sternly.  "Can you get on your knees, Wade?"
	He nodded, quietly rising to his knees.  Alicia walked over, 
standing before him, and she watched his eyes as she undid her skirt, 
letting it fall to the floor, and then slid her panties down her legs.  
She stepped in closer to his face, looking down at him firmly, taking 
his head in her hands, pressing it silently to her crotch.  "Lick me, 
Wade.  Lick me well, or by God, we'll start breaking your bones 
next.  We'll wrap our legs around you, all five of us, and just crush 
the fucking life out of you.  Do you want that?"
	"No," he said meekly, his face against her crotch, and she 
smiled down into his face gently.
	"Good.  Then suck me.  Now."  She pulled his face to her, 
spreading her feet apart, moaning as she felt his tongue against her 
sex, lapping at her obediently.  "You'd better just be warming up, 
Wade," she said, her voice thick and aroused.  "I want your tongue 
in me, hot shot.  All the way in.  Oh, that's it.  Lick me."  She arched 
her back, looking down at him, frowning.  "No.  Look up at me.  
Look into my face while you suck me, boy.  That's a good boy.  Oh, 
yes.  That's it."  She moaned and swayed her hips, pulling his face 
forcefully against her body, feeling his tongue working deep inside 
of her as she looked dominantly down into his eyes.  Alicia 
screamed as she climaxed, looking down into Wade's face as she 
pulled him to her forcefully, while the other girls watched with 
growing excitement, and Cindy remembered to take a couple of 
pictures.
	Alicia released his head when she was finished, and stepped 
away from him, bending to pull her panties back up, and her skirt.  
Cindy silently handed him the bottle of mouthwash, motioning for 
him to take a drink from it, which he did.  "Don't you dare spit it 
out," she said firmly as he eyed her questioningly.  "Just fucking 
swallow it, Wade.  It won't hurt you.  Not as bad as I will if you spit 
it out, anyway," she finished, as the girls laughed, watching Wade 
swallow obediently.
	"Lay on your back, Wade," Terri said quietly, with authority, 
as she walked over to him, sliding her panties down around her 
ankles and stepping out of them.  He complied in silence, and Terri 
sat down on his upper chest, nude, looking down into his face, gently 
stroking his hair, which was matted with perspiration.  "Now, I want 
you to suck me off, Wade," she said, taking hold of his hands, 
interlocking his fingers with hers as she looked down into his face.  
"Do a good job, or I'll break your face with my body.  I'll shatter 
your thick skull.  Understood?"  He nodded.
	"Good," she said, and she slid slowly over his neck, settling 
there for a moment, cutting off his breath, searching his eyes.  She 
moved forward again, settling her crotch over his nose and mouth, 
leaving his eyes exposed so that she could look down into them.  
"Go," she said quietly, noting his weak struggles for breath beneath 
her body.  "You can breathe again when I come, so quit wasting 
time, Wade."  She smiled down at him as she felt his tongue against 
her thigh, then against her sex, working its way inside of her, licking 
and sucking at her.  Cindy snapped a few more photos.
	She moaned and bucked carelessly on his face, leaning back 
to rest her hand possessively on his chest as she rode him.  "Lick me.  
That's it, Wade.  Lick.  Stretch your tongue.  I want to feel it in my 
fucking mouth," she gasped.  "Try harder," she said, bucking her 
body roughly on his face, slamming his head into the floor 
repeatedly as she used him.  As she reached orgasm, she sat straight 
up, settling her body onto his face with her full weight, gasping and 
moaning as she looked down into his eyes.  When she finished, she 
took her time getting off of him, sliding herself forward on his face, 
covering it with her ass, letting him feel her buttocks resting on him, 
still holding his hands, finally rising, smiling cruelly as he choked 
and gasped in breath.
	Cindy smiled at Terri, walking over to Wade, kneeling on the 
floor beside his head, petting his hair gently, handing him the bottle 
of mouthwash, from which he drank and swallowed silently, not 
needing to be instructed this time.  She picked up his tattered shirt 
from the floor and used it to wipe the perspiration from his face.  
"That's a good boy," Cindy said quietly, petting his head sweetly.  "I 
think maybe you're learning your place.  Not what you thought it 
was, is it?" she said, watching his eyes as he said nothing.
	Cindy rose to her feet.  "Now you can thank Barbie," she said 
in a quiet, authoritative tone.  Barbie approached him, and knelt 
beside his head, taking off her remaining clothes as she sat next to 
him.  She hugged her breasts to his face for a moment, lifting them 
off, searching his eyes for a reaction as she looked down into his 
face.
	"Lay on your stomach," she said quietly.  "Now," she added, 
pulling at his hair, turning his head face down as he quickly obeyed 
her, rolling onto his front.  She sat in front of his head, lifting his 
face from the floor and spreading her legs, scooting her crotch 
beneath his face.  Barbie took his head firmly by the hair, and pulled 
his face in flush against her sex, wrapping her thighs around him and 
folding her calves behind his head.  She used her calves to pull him 
in snugly against her, contracting her thighs around his head until 
she and the others heard his muffled screams from within her thighs, 
his face compacted against her crotch.  "Lick me, puppy, before I 
become upset and squish your head," she said in a voice loud enough 
for Wade to hear from between her thighs.
	She smiled as she felt him obey, flexing her legs against his 
head, saying, "That's it.  Pleasure me.  How does it feel, being 
forced to suck off women, one after another, being humiliated and 
beaten to the point of complete and total submission?" she asked, 
smiling at the other women as she leaned back on her hands.  She 
frowned and shook her hips back and forth violently, crushing her 
thighs together around Wade's head, smiling as she heard him 
scream against her body.  "That was a rhetorical question, darling.  If 
you stop licking me again, I will squish that thick head of yours.  
Believe it."
	Barbie smiled as she felt him obediently begin licking her 
again, and she lay down flat on her back, looking up at the ceiling as 
he pleasured her, squeezing him roughly between her thighs, using 
her calves to mash his face into her sex.  She moaned and caressed 
her breasts as she climaxed, holding Wade's head firmly with her 
legs wrapped around it, holding it possessively in her thighs as she 
relaxed casually on her back after her orgasm.  Cindy quietly 
snapped a photo.  After several moments, Barbie released him, 
smiling as she noted that his face was bright red from being crushed, 
that his entire head was wet with perspiration, no doubt a 
combination of hers as well as his own.  She arose, leaving him 
trembling on the floor, and Cindy once again forced him to swallow 
mouthwash.
	Ashley walked silently over to where Wade lay on the floor, 
using his shirt to wipe the perspiration from his face, petting his hair 
gently.  "You've had quite a day, Wade, haven't you?" she said 
softly.  "I'll bet you never dreamed, when you woke this morning, 
that your whole world, your entire concept of yourself, could be 
turned so completely upside down, especially by a bunch of pretty 
little cheerleaders."  She looked into his eyes powerfully as he said 
nothing, looking up at her fearfully.  She took off her own clothes, 
watching his eyes all the while.  She slid herself underneath his head 
as Barbie had done, as he continued to lay face down.  
	His eyes widened with fear, and she smiled down at him, 
holding his head by a handful of hair.  "I have good news, Wade.  
I'm not going to make you suck me."  She paused, smiling at the 
look of relief in his eyes, and nuzzled her crotch up against his neck, 
wrapping her legs around his head, resting her feet on his back.  She 
pulled his face up so that she could look down into his eyes, as he 
looked up at her in confusion.  "Oh, make no mistake, Wade.  You 
are going to get me off.  You just aren't going to do it by licking 
me," she said softly, smiling as she tightened her legs around his 
head, forcing his neck against her crotch.
	He choked, and his eyes widened as he struggled for breath 
against her body, and Ashley smiled down at him, in complete 
control.  "All you have to do, Wade, is try to breathe.  Can you?  
Breathe, I mean?" she asked, tightening her legs around him, pulling 
his neck against her sex easily as he struggled with his hands against 
her legs and buttocks to pull himself free.  "No," she said softly, "I 
guess you can't."  She continued to hold him, watching with 
indifference as he choked and struggled for breath, his neck tight 
against her sex.  She felt waves of power rush over her as she noted 
his helplessness, felt him struggle desperately for breath against her 
body, smiling at the camera as Cindy took several pictures.
	She loosened her hold for a moment, letting him gasp in air, 
and then quickly tightened her legs around him again, resting her 
feet comfortably on his back as he again choked and struggled, his 
throat pulled tightly against her sex.  She moaned as she felt his 
choking, his helpless little struggles against her body, watched the 
terror in his eyes as she controlled his breath, allowing him to gasp 
in air occasionally, to assure that he would not lose consciousness.  
Her breath quickened, and she screamed, "Yes, yes," as she held his 
throat against her, depriving him of breath, quickly reaching climax 
against his neck as she looked into his eyes, drinking in his fear and 
helplessness.  
	When she finished, she lay on her back, loosening her legs so 
that he could breathe, but could not move away from her.  Ashley 
held his neck between her legs until she had recovered to her 
satisfaction, and then she released him, rising to her feet, silently 
putting her clothes back on.  Wade lay on the floor, choking and 
gasping, his body shaking weakly.
	Cindy stood over him, her hands on her hips, noting his eyes 
on her as she removed her own clothing.  She handed the camera to 
Barbie.  "Sit up," she said quietly.  "Now," she added, and he 
quickly obliged, sitting up on the floor.  She sat down on his lap, 
completely nude, straddling his body, looking directly into his eyes.  
She brought her face close to his, breathing on him, snuggling her 
body against his torso as he looked at her fearfully.  She wrapped her 
legs around his middle, hooking her ankles together behind him, 
smiling absently at the terror in his eyes.
	She began straightening her legs, slowly, watching his eyes 
with curiosity, devouring every minute reaction on his face as she 
gradually increased the pressure on his body.  "I guess I'm the last 
one," she said softly, wrapping her arms around his torso, resting her 
face on his neck and shoulder, smiling at his erection against her 
buttocks.  She spoke with her lips against his neck.  "We'll let you 
go after this, Wade.  You've learned your lesson, haven't you baby," 
she purred.  He said nothing, and she tightened her legs around his 
middle.  "That wasn't rhetorical, honey," she said sweetly as he 
groaned in pain.
	"Yes," he answered quickly.  "Yes, I've learned."
	She smiled over his shoulder at Barbie and Alicia.  Cindy 
kissed his neck hungrily.  "What have you learned, my sweet?" she 
said softly against his ear, digging her thighs into the sides of his 
body.
	His speech was labored, as he struggled not to scream from 
the ever-increasing pressure Cindy was subjecting him to.  "That I'm 
not as much of a big shot as I thought I was," he gasped.  "That I'm 
no more important than anyone else.  That I'm not as strong, as 
handsome, as invincible as I let myself believe," he said, his voice 
labored as Cindy continued to squeeze him tighter still.
	She leaned back so that she was facing him, touching his 
nose lightly with her own, gazing into his eyes as she dug her thighs 
into him, worked her crotch against his belly.  "What else?" she 
whispered against his face, her voice thick with arousal.
	"That I need to be nicer to people, more respectful of 
women.  Oh God, please stop!" he screamed.
	Cindy smiled softly, looking into his eyes as she crushed him 
with her legs.  "Good," she said.  "That's very good, Wade.  This 
will be your final lesson, then.  Maybe it will serve to reinforce 
everything we have learned."  She muscled her legs around him still 
tighter, smiling as his eyes bulged from the pressure, as his breaths 
became shorter.
	"Oh please stop!" he screamed.
	She frowned at him sadly, brushing his cheek with her little 
hand.  "We don't always get everything we want, Wade," she said 
softly.  "Can you say that for me?"
	He struggled to find the breath, finally saying, "Yes.  We ... 
can't always get everything we want."
	"Good," she purred, bringing her chin back to his shoulder, 
wrapping her arms around his torso tightly, pressing her breasts 
against his chest.  She locked her wrists behind his back, and began 
hugging his upper body with great force as she continued to work her 
thighs against his middle, smiling as she caused his screams to 
intensify.  "Are you going to be nice, and polite, and respectful to my 
friends and I from now on, Wade?"
	"Yes!" he screamed.  "Oh, yes.  I promise!"
	She kissed his shoulder, and bit it as she crushed his body 
with her own.  "Good boy," she said softly.  "And are you going to 
tell anyone about our conversation today, or try to retaliate in any 
way?" she asked, feeling his stomach give way to the pressure from 
her legs, hugging his body against her as she rested her chin on his 
shoulder, feeling him tremble from the pressure.
	"No.  I won't.  Really!" he screamed.  "Anything you say!"
Cindy smiled, licking his neck.  She adjusted herself on him, 
bringing her crotch in flush against his stomach, wrapping her legs 
taught around his body, and quickly clamping them together roughly 
around him, simultaneously hugging his torso against her breasts 
with tremendous force as he screamed and convulsed, trapped in her 
arms against her beautiful young body.
	She used her calves against his back to pull his stomach into 
her crotch, at the same time constricting his sides with her thighs, 
hugging his muscular torso with her arms.  Cindy felt his body 
tensing, heard his pained struggles for breath and his desperate 
screams in her ear, as his head rested on her shoulder.  She breathed 
hotly on his neck, kissing it passionately as she crushed him, melting 
his soft tummy between her strong, feminine thighs.  She crushed 
him savagely, continuing to kiss and lick his neck and shoulder as 
she abused his body easily for her pleasure.  She crossed her legs 
higher and higher, her ankles, then her calves, working her legs on 
him as he screamed, feeling the softness in his stomach, knowing the 
only thing preventing her from crushing it flat was the mass of his 
body itself, so unable to resist her had he become.
	Cindy hugged him firmly, bracing herself and bringing her 
thighs together closer, kissing his neck passionately as he screamed 
and began sobbing.  She smiled as she felt his tears run down her 
shoulder and over her breasts, hearing his labored breath, his 
desperate sobs, feeling her nipples erect against his chest, her crotch 
firm against his stomach as she crushed it.  Barbie took several 
photos, from various angles, as Cindy continued to crush him, as he 
wept helplessly on her shoulder.  Cindy leaned her head back 
slightly, using one of her hands to take his head by the hair and pull 
it back.  She gazed into his eyes as she worked her legs against his 
body, watching him cry and scream.  Cindy looked right into his face 
as she climaxed against his tummy, squeezing it harder still as she 
came, watching him cry, feeling his tears fall over her breasts.
	After her orgasm, Cindy loosened her legs, letting Wade 
breathe, and she put her arms back around him, hugging her breasts 
against his body, putting his head on her shoulder gently, petting his 
hair as he wept on her shoulder.  "Shhh," she said.  "Poor Wade.  It's 
okay.  Cry.  Some lessons are very painful, aren't they," she cooed in 
his ear as he sobbed on her shoulder, feeling her body wrapped 
around him, holding him.  She comforted him, relishing the feel of 
his beaten male body against her, defenseless and weak.  He was still 
erect, and had been throughout, which Cindy thought must have 
been very humiliating for him.
	When Wade had settled down, she pulled her head back, 
searching his eyes, holding her pretty face inches from his.  "You 
can go now, Wade," she said softly, moving to stand up.
	"Thank you," he said quietly, averting his eyes.  "My 
clothes?" he asked, as he still wore only boxer shorts.
	She put her hand on his chin, raising his eyes to hers, looking 
at him with her beautiful face, her eyes stern.  She brushed a tear 
gently from his cheek.  "No, Wade.  Just go, honey, before we 
change our minds."
	Wade's eyes fell, and he nodded, dejectedly, waiting for 
Cindy to rise to her feet, then standing himself, looking around the 
room at the other girls, who all stood, in various stages of undress, 
with their arms crossed, watching him.  Looking at the floor, he 
silently made his way to the door, feeling pain all over his body, 
much worse than what he felt after even the most difficult football 
game.  He paused at the door for a moment, then opened it and 
stepped out.  The girls stood silently until they heard his car engine 
start, and they listened as he drove away.
	They relaxed, smiling and laughing, when they were certain 
that he was gone.  They put their clothes back on, and Ashley went 
to the kitchen, returning with another round of beers.  The girls sat 
on the sofas, talking excitedly about the evening's events and 
laughing contentedly.  They decided, over the course of their 
conversation, that it was possible that there might indeed be other 
boys on the football team who needed help with their attitudes, and 
they resolved to arrange a similar gathering with a different boy 
sometime very soon.