My Bavarian Assignment     Chapter  4
by valerafon
An American travels to Germany to teach in an all girls school.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

Chapter Four: Girls Just Want to Have Fun

I awoke to a gentle tapping of my cheek.

"He's coming around!" I heard a familiar voice say.

As soon as I started to regain my senses, I remembered that the terrible trio
had been in my room. Could it have been real? Then, I still felt the sock in
my mouth. The nightmare had been all too real.

As if to confirm my realization, Diana's lovely grinning face appeared over
me. She didn't speak at first, but rather just stared down at me in wide eyed
fascination. As my faculties cleared, and I came back to the land of the
living, I realized that I was lying across a bed.

Finally, Diana cooed, "Hello, sleepy head. We were beginning to get worried
about you."

At that point I sat up and looked at my surroundings. I was fairly certain
that I was in the girls room. There were two other beds and a lot of female
articles scattered all over the place.

When I finally turned to the girls, I saw that they were wearing large
bathrobes, and they were all smiles and seemingly unconcerned about the fact
that they were in the worst trouble of their young lives.

I tried to talk, but all that came out was garbled gibberish .I don't know why
I tried to talk with the sock in my mouth. I guess the girls were shocking me
so much that I kept forgetting that it was there. It was then that I also
realized my hands were tied.

I immediately became silent and looked down. My hands were duct taped together
in front of me, and even worse I was only in my briefs in a girls room, and
they were tiny and very tight fitting. They were very inappropriate. When I
looked up again, Diana was peering straight into my eyes with a bit of a wild
eyed look about her. At that moment, I felt they were capable of anything. For
the first time, I felt a pang of fear, and not just blind rage.

"Now listen up, teach," she said. "You're our prisoner, but were going to give
you a chance at freedom. All you have to do is beat Michelle, over there, in a
little wrestling match."

I looked over at Michelle, and she chose that moment to disrobe. All she was
wearing was the skimpiest florescent red bikini I had ever seen. My eyes
opened wide when I saw her disrobe, and I heard the other two girls giggle at
my reaction.

Diana gave me a moment to look over my opponent before she started to talk.
Michelle was stacked. She was solidly built and everything was packed in all
the right places. I wasn't sure how old she was, but she was still in prep
school so she couldn't have been that old. She had the body of a fitness woman
or bodybuilder just the same. I wondered how a girl so young could be so
awesomely endowed. It just defied logic.

Her breasts were another story. They were absolutely humongus. She had to be a
forty D and she was still a young teenager. They jutted so far out of her
bikini top, it looked like they were about to rip right through the fabric. I
couldn't help but be amazed, enthralled, and overwhelmed by her attributes as
I continued to stare at her, and the other girls continued to giggle.

As I continued my appraisal, I also realized she was the tallest of the three
girls as well. I estimated her height at right around six feet. As she posed
for me and watched my reactions, she decided to make a muscle. It literally
exploded out of her arm. Again the other two girls laughed at my reaction.

Diana grabbed my chin and pulled my head back towards her.

"Were going to make the little tussle fair, and if you win, but you won't, you
can walk right out of here."

She let me ponder her words for a minute, then she continued, "Of course, when
you lose, and you will, you'll have to pay a little penalty. Then you'll be
deemed fit to become the first male member of the Hell Fire Club."

I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn't want to fight Michelle, but
if it would lead to my freedom, I would have to seriously consider it.

Diana and Gretchen each grabbed one of my arms and escorted me over to a
padded mat that had been placed on the floor. It looked like the girls had
thought of everything. When I was on the mat, Diana cut the duct tape from
around my hands.

As soon as I was free, I reached up and peeled the tape off my mouth and spit
out the sock. I was about to scream bloody murder when Diana calmly informed
me, "I wouldn't scream, if I were you. Miss Gildenstern's goon squad will come
running and I think you'll have a very hard time explaining to them that three
teenage girls kidnapped you and brought you here, and the cameras in the
hallway will show nothing, and we'll start screaming rape. Who'd you think Mt.
Stern's going to believe, you or us."

I gave Diana a look that could kill, but I kept quiet as I thought over her
ingenious plan. I didn't know how the girl's had pulled it off and got me in
here without anyone seeing. The cameras should have recorded my entry here,
but if that was the case, Ms. Gidenstern's security force should already have
been busting through the door, and that just wasn't happening.

Also, I knew old Mt. Stern was just looking for a reason to boot my ass out of
this school, and I was in a foreign country to boot. I really didn't know the
laws here. If I yelled, maybe the girls would be kicked out, but my reputation
could be ruined as well, at the very least.

I shook my head in disgust and hung my head in despair. There was no way out.
Diana had thought of everything, and her option, as bizarre as it sounded,
seemed like my only out.

I said coldly, "If I play your stupid game, how are you going get me back to
my room unseen?"

She smiled sensing that she had already won and she said enigmatically, "We
got you here, didn't we? I promise we'll get you back to your room, and no one
will be the wiser."

I didn't know how they did it, but the facts seemed obvious. No one was
busting down the door. I shook my head, yes, in surrender. I just didn't know
what else to do.

"Great! She exclaimed and then her and Gretchen disrobed. It was like two
women on Bay Watch disrobing. They were as astonishing looking as Michelle. As
I looked over their awesome young bodies, I had this feeling of doom grip me.
Diana was just a teen, but she could manipulate men with the best of them.

When she felt she had posed enough for my benefit, she came bouncing over and
started to rub my neck. I'll be your second she informed me. Michelle came
sauntering over as well and faced me, looking just like the cat that was about
to eat the canary.

"The first one who says "He" gives up is the loser."

"And when I win, I can leave peacefully," I asked.

"Uh huh!" Diana said sweetly, "you have my word." And then she winked at
Michelle.

"Let them start in that collegiate position," Gretchen suggested.

Before Diana led me to the slaughter, she whispered in my ear so everyone
could hear, "Watch out for her legs, they're killers!"

I couldn't help myself, my eyes made their way down Michelle's body to her
legs. Not only were they gorgeous, and unbelievably long, but powerful looking
as well.

I looked up at her and she had a big grin on her face and a look of total
confidence. It was unnerving.

Before I knew what was happening, I was down on my knees and Michelle had a
hand on my arm, and then I heard Diana yell "Go!"

I tried a move, but all Michelle did was lay her big body on mine and down I
went right under her crushing weight. We tussled for a second and I was able
to turn over as she grabbed my hands and wrapped her long legs around mine.
The next thing I knew she had my hands stretched out over my head and my feet
thoroughly entwined in hers.

Michelle turned back, and commented to Diana, "Well, that was easy!"

"Borrrrrring!" I heard Diana comment.

That seemed to make Michelle mad and she turned back to me and turned on the
power. I was painfully grapevined with my skinny legs being totally
overpowered by her more muscular ones. She soon had my knees feeling like they
were about to dislocate. Stretching out my arms fully, she stared down at me
as she watched the agony play across my face.

I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. I could just picture Katia or
Emma walking in right now. I would have to shoot myself because I could never
live down the embarrassment.

Again Diana yelled, "Borrrrring!"

Diana's teasing always seemed to get Michelle's goat. She turned again and
commented, "How about a boob smother?"

"Yaaaa!" Diana said enthusiastically.

I tried to fight back, but she was just so damn strong. Her stronger more
powerful female body was overwhelming mine with ease, and to make it even more
humiliating, I realized she was just a young teenage girl.

Michelle turned back to me and began to manipulate my arms. She easily crossed
my wrists over my head, and then pinned them down with just one of her hands.
I was totally frustrated by being out wrestled so easily. I was older and
male. This shouldn't have been happening.

When she had my hands pinned securely with just one of hers, she reached back
and undid her bikini top. I watched helplessly as her boobs came spilling out.
From my position underneath her, they simply filled my entire universe.

Diana and Gretchen came over and laid down on either side of us to watch the
show more closely, and then Michelle just leaned forward and filled my face
full of titty. As she did so, she swung her shoulders back and forth giving my
face a thorough boob massage. I grimaced and tried to say something, but my
mouth was covered in tons of young firm breast meat.

Michelle looked over at Diana after about three or four more humiliating face
massages, and asked, "Is he thoroughly beat or what?"

Diana shook her head like she was displeased and said, "Too easy!....Why don't
you try something else?"

When Michelle turned back to me, she really buried my head in her firm young
breasts, but this time she didn't shake them. Instead, they just filled my
whole world. After a few seconds I began to panic and thrash about, but she
held me firmly. In a few more seconds, I was having difficulty breathing and I
started to scream underneath her firm young breasts. It must of sounded very
muffled from even a few feet away.

"I heard Michelle's voice this time, "Just think cave man, a young teenage
girl is smothering you to death with just her breasts...How humiliating that
must be?"

It was, but I couldn't dwell on the humiliation, I was more concerned about
somehow finding a breath.

Then I heard Gretchen's voice.

"Don't kill him! I haven't had any fun with him yet!"

All at once, Michelle's all conquering boobs were removed from my face, and I
could suck in some very needed oxygen. As I did so, I felt her move again and
take my body along with her. As she moved with lightening quick speed, I felt
more like a rag doll than a man.

It wasn't long before the blur of movement stopped, and I found myself in my
new position. She was underneath me and I was in another full nelson, her
hands firmly locked about the back of my neck, and her legs encircling my
midsection.

"Remember my little nelson," she cooed into my ear.

"Leave me go! I demanded. My words sounded so impotent, I thought.

She ignored me and said cheerfully, "This is one of my favorites because I can
torture you two different ways with this one."

As if to demonstrate, she began squeezing her arms together, and her mammoth
legs as well. It felt like my body was caught in a vice. A very female, but
very powerful vice.

My head was bent forward and I had to bite my tongue again not to scream out.
My eyes were open and all I could see were Michelle's sexy legs wrapped around
my stomach and squeezing the very will to fight right out of me. For some,
reason my mind focused for a moment on her toes, and I could see that she had
painted her toe nails red. It just reinforced once again that I was being
handled easily by a member of the opposite sex, and an extremely young and
beautiful member of the opposite sex.

Gretchen commented again as she watched, "I think he's gonna cry!"

I was beginning to hate Gretchen's comments.

In the middle of my agony, Diana moved my chin delicately with her fingers so
that I was looking directly at her.

"I think its time we clue him in girls, don't you?"

I jerked my head, and turned away from Diana's smiling face.

Michelle responded with a new burst of power from her two killer holds. I
grimaced immediately and Michelle commented, "Pay attention, or else I'll
really squeeze the shit out you!"

I reluctantly turned back, and Diana said, "Now, you are probably wondering
why were doing this to you?"

I looked at her and said, because your sadists.

Diana rolled her eyes, shook her head, and sang out, "Wrong answer!"

As she said that, Michelle punished me with her unrelenting legs.

In a matter of seconds I had to say, "OK!....OK!....Why?"

"Basically because we can!"

The teacher in me scoffed, and I said sarcastically, "That's no answer,"

Then Diana acted out this little game she was playing to the hilt. She put her
hand on her chin and tapped it with her finger, while the whole time she
looked up at the ceiling seemingly like she was deep in thought and trying to
come up with a better answer. As she did so, she said, "Hmmm!" like she was
thinking of a very important response. All I could do was wait and suffer.

"To put it another way, if your weak male mind hasn't figured it out by now.
All the girls at this school are Alpha females, and that includes all the
teachers, cooks, and other members of the staff, and you, teach, are far from
an Alpha male yourself. So that means we can do with you as we please because
we are far superior to you in every way."

She was completely nuts! I managed to keep that thought to myself and avoid
another crushing from Michele's mighty legs, but Diana was right in one
respect. For the first time, I did realize that there was something very odd
about this school.

After her little soliloquy, Diana was content to remain silent and watch as my
outclassed body was being teenhandled again. I felt so damn helpless to stop
Michelle as she seemed to move my body around at will.

This time, I found myself in a sitting position between her legs, I was facing
her feet, but at least my arms were free. Michelle was leaning back and had
her palms flat on the mat for leverage, and she wasn't squeezing hard. When I
turned and looked back at her, she looked rather comfortable and she was just
staring at me.

As I tried to pry Michelle's legs open, Diana came and sat down right in front
of me again.

"Now for lesson number one, she said, "We will come to your class, but we
aren't going to do any homework!"

For a moment, I stopped trying to pry Michelle's legs open, and I said
defiantly, "Then you'll flunk!"

As soon as I said it, Michelle poured on the pressure. I looked down at her
legs and renewed my efforts against them, but Michelle responded with even
more pressure.

I grimaced and looked back at her with a pleading face. She responded by
shrugging her shoulders, and pouring on even more pressure. She was completely
controlling me with just her awesome teenage thighs, and she was doing it so
easily too. Soon, she had me giving in, "OK!..OK!...No homework."

Diana repeated my words forcefully, "No homework!..Yes!" and then her and
Gretchen started to dance around in front of me, wiggling there young bodies
very seductively as they danced. It was a lewd and childish display that just
reminded me that I was getting thoroughly trashed by a bunch of very young and
immature teenage girls.

After she calmed down, Diana sat down again and gave me another ultimatum,
"And I think all three of us should get A's in your class, don't you."

I was going to answer back defiantly, but I didn't want to get another
squeezing, so I said comely, "OK!"

That brought another round of dancing. As the other two girls danced about,
Michelle leaned closer and whispered, "Good Boy!" And patted the top of my
head.

Her words and actions were just so demeaning, I just closed my eyes once more
and tried to endure. Secretly, I didn't plan to keep any of my promises
obtained under such duress. As soon as I was out of here, all bets were off.

When Diana and Gretchen stopped dancing, Michelle sang out, "Hey Gretch! I got
a new one for you."

As soon as she called over to Gretchen, she reached forward and planted her
left arm over my face, and began to bend my body over backwards. My face was
now shoved into her wet armpit as I was being stretched over her body while
her legs were still securely scissoring my middle. She grabbed my right arm
with her free arm and tied that one up as well. Slowly, she bent me back and
down. My left arm which was free instinctively went up to her arm that was
mashing my face in her armpit and slowly bending me backwards, I tried to move
it, but it was immovable, and it felt like cold hard steel to the touch.

Very slowly, she continued to bend me backwards till she had my body
completely stretched out by her controlling superior one, and then I felt my
head hit the mat. My face was still shoved a mile up her armpit. I could smell
her musk and it was overwhelming, but not sickening. At this point, her strong
young body had stretched my body to the breaking point.

That's when I heard Gretchen say with a bit of awe in her voice, "Oh Shelly!
That hold looks awesome!" I can't believe how easily you can control a grown
man!"

Diana interjected, "We all can!" He's very weak!"

Then Michele turned to me and asked, "Hey, teach! My armpit's a bit sweaty,
why don't you clean it up for me?"

I couldn't talk with my mouth mashed full of armpit, but I was definitely not
going to do that. Then she started to stretch me out even farther and her legs
bore down with inhuman power. I made muffled moaning noises till I couldn't
take any more. I was sure she was going to break my back or at least a couple
of ribs. I reacted, it was like my mind releasing a safety valve to save me
from serious damage. My tongue popped out of my mouth, and I started to lick
her smelly armpit. It was the most degrading thing yet.

Diana looked on in disbelief at the show. "Now, that's cool!" she said, and
then she added in an amused tone, "I think this gives new meaning to the term
being licked!"

All I could do was suffer, I was being totally manhandled by a girl. I closed
my eyes in shame at what the girls were so easily able to do to me. It didn't
help, I could still taste her as I licked.

Eventually, Michelle got bored and changed her position slightly so that she
had control of both of my arms under my armpits. From this position she could
bend my body further back by pulling my arms back adding leverage to the hold
while her tireless legs made mince meat of my middle. I was completely totally
and utterly helpless.

"If I could have seen the shear savage joy on Michelle's face, I think I would
have been afraid for my life.

As she stretched me out completely with her arms, and squeezed me savagely
with her legs, she informed me of my current situation.

"I could snap your back so easily from here or break a few ribs without even
trying...And you were going to teach me how to wrestle..What a joke!"

The pressure was so great, I finally cried out, "I give, Oh God, I give!"

Diana from her perch above me, laughed and said, "Sorry, I lied. There's no
giving up!"

Slowly, she started to squeeze a scream out of me, "Ahhhhhh!"

I heard Diana get involved again, "OK easy up, we don't want to kill him, and
we don't want the Gestapo busting in on us."

Mercifully, the pressure eased. By this time I was so exhausted, I could
barely move. Michelle's legs had quiet literally squeezed all the strength
right out of me.

As I pondered my fate, Michelle chose that moment to rise and move away.
Maybe, she wanted a wide angle view of her handiwork. In any case she left me
in a heap on the floor. I was too exhausted to even move or try to move. All I
could do was groan from time to time.

Then my body was being dragged and a new ordeal started. This time Michelle
had her back propped up by a couch and her hands were leaning on the cushions.
I was facing her with my legs flat on the floor and my waist in another leg
prison. My upper body was off the floor and facing her. My hands were under
her huge thighs trying to relieve the crushing pressure around my middle by
trying to yank her legs apart.

When I was able to focus, I could see how comfortable she was, and she was
regarding me like some lab rat as she experimented on my body with her
tireless legs.

She casually looked over to Gretchen and asked, "Hey Gretch, could you get me
a towel and something to drink."

"Sure thing!" I heard her say and then she ran off.

Diana as usual had a comment about the proceedings.

"Hey, Shelly I think he likes playing with your legs!"

She gave me another burst of power from her legs which caused me to look
directly at her. By this time, I didn't care what Diana was saying. I had to
try and relieve the pressure somehow.

Michelle looked so relaxed as she asked, "Is that true, teach?"

Even though the pressure was almost unbearable, I reluctantly let go of her
legs, and looked into her bright smiling taunting eyes.

"Better not be," she warned, "or I'll have to smother you with my boobs
again."

Just then, she hit me with the biggest burst yet from her muscular teenage
legs, and I reacted to it by leaning forward and inadvertently grabbing her
big boobs as I did so.

"Bad Boy! she scolded and then she really turned on the power. My hands had no
choice but to go back to her thighs and try to relieve the pressure, but I got
nowhere with those muscular thighs of hers.

As she continued to squeeze, her taunts got worse, "First you play with my
legs, than you grab my tits, then you play with my legs again....What am I
going to do with you?" she said in mock exasperation.

I'm sorry," I said like a little boy. I couldn't believe I said what I said
after I said it.

The dialogue was getting so bizarre, and I was so rung out it was like my mind
was in some fog filled dream, but the pain was real enough.

By this time, Gretchen was back and she handed Michelle a cup which she
casually drank even as she continued to torture me with her legs. As soon as
her thirst was quenched, she started to wipe her body off as I looked on
helplessly between her thighs. First she toweled off her face, then her huge
boobs got a wiping, then even her armpits. When she was done, she grabbed my
head, pulled me forward, and wiped the towel all over my face.

It was so demeaning, and I was powerless to stop this big sexy young teen. She
could quite literally do anything she wanted with me, and I was even more
afraid that my ordeal was just beginning.

After she had wiped the tainted towel all over my face, I heard Diana say,
It's time for a change."

That sounded ominous. What had Diana's ingenious mind come up with now.

"I want him," Diana sang out.

"Just one more minute," Michelle replied, and then she really squeezed the
hell out of me. I couldn't have screamed if I wanted too. Michelle had
constricted my waist so much, I had no hope of taking a breath. I fell forward
right into her boobs. She grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face in
tighter. I was being overwhelmed by this girl's body, and there wasn't a damn
thing I could do about it.

I felt myself start to loose consciousness, when she mercifully and
unexpectedly let up. She let go of her scissors and then roughly pushed my
totally spent body off of her. I fell off to the side as she made it to her
feet, and stretched her big body in a long slow sensuous yawn.

Diana had watched the proceedings as she silently slipped out of her bikini
top. When Michelle's yawn was complete, she tapped Diana's hand lazily like
Diana was her tag team partner and about to enter the ring.

Your turn at Tarzan," she said casually as she moved off to get another drink.

Diana looked down at my broken body and my half-conscious state, and she
exclaimed in a sad lilting voice, "Look at the baby! He's a baby!" And she
bent her legs, put her arms under my knees and my back, and lifted.

I was in a semiconscious state, but I could feel my body being lifted up off
the mat. I just couldn't comprehend the sheer strength these young teenage
girls possessed. It was mind boggling.

As soon as Dianna had me off the ground and snugly cradled in her strong young
arms. She started to gently swing her arms back and forth like she was rocking
a baby trying to comfort it. It was an incredible show of strength, and at the
same time, very demeaning as well. At the moment, I felt completely
overwhelmed, and totally helpless just like a young baby.

Gretchen came walking over, and put my arm around Diana's shoulder. At the
same time, Diana lifted me a bit higher so that I was much closer to her
smiling face. She was looking down at me just like a mother might as she held
her small child securely in her arms. Even in my condition, I felt myself
responding to the sparkling eyes and beautiful features. She was one
devastatingly beautiful teen.

It was a totally degrading position I was in, but it was better than getting
squeezed between Michelle's thighs. Slowly, my mind was beginning to clear and
my body was starting to feel better.

As she continued to swing my body gently in her arms, she said sadly, "Did the
big bag girl hurt the wittle baby...Awwww! And she bent down and kissed my
cheek.

Deep inside of me I felt something stir. I felt a slipping away of all my male
resolve and resistance. I had to fight it. I just couldn't let these girls
defeat me.

She swung me a bit more and then she let my feet go so I could stand on my
own. I was very wobbly and Diana had to support me as I got my sea legs. While
she supported me, she yelled over to Gretchen, "Hey Gretch, go get the
camera."

When I heard the word camera, I tried to bolt. I had no idea where I was
going, but the thought of a camera frightened me to the very core of my being.

Diana was far quicker than I, and she grabbed me and pulled me back towards
her. As she did, she maneuvered her right arm around my neck with her thick
biceps swelling into my throat. Then she easily grabbed my left arm and bent
it straight up my back. In a flash, she had me easily subdued and powerless to
prevent her next plan from occurring.

Slowly, she started to walk me around the room as she ground one of her biceps
into my throat, and brought my arm even higher up my back. I was in agony as
she paraded me around the room, and she had to use some of her own strength to
hold up my body as we walked.

As the parade continued, she bent forward slightly and whispered into my ear,
"See what happens when your a bad boy?" she told me in that delightful English
accent of hers.

I thought my arm was going to be dislocated as the pain increased, and with
her arm over my throat I couldn't have answered her anyway.

Then as if to answer her own question she replied, whispering into my ear,
emphasizing each syllable like she was correcting a small child,
"PUN.ISH.MENT!....PUN.ISH.MENT!"

All I could think of through the pain and her humiliating words was how had I
gotten myself into this crazy situation? I had to be the unluckiest man on
earth.

As soon as Gretchen returned with the camera, Diana let me in on the next
phase of her plan.

"Listen up," she said, "we're going take some pictures just in case you find
some courage later on. Can you imagine what Ms. Van Gilder would say or old
Mt. Stern if they got a hold of these pictures?"

Diana had me. She had thought of everything. I was lost in a sea of despair.
Then she lifted my arm even higher. I tried to stand on my tip toes to ease
the pain.

"Get it?' she asked.

"Got it!" I had to answer.

While Diana still held me immobilized, Gretchen asked, "What kind of pictures
do you want, Di-girl?"

"We need some where it looks like he's the aggressor, and he's overpowering
three helpless girls."

"How we gonna manage that!" Gretchen asked perplexed.

"Leave it to me," Diana said as she again started to maneuver my outclassed
body.

When the whirlwind that was Diana had stopped moving, I was in another
inferior position. She had her back on the floor and I was on top of her, but
her legs were still around my middle and controlling me. As I looked at the
other girls and then down at Diana, I realized for the first time that all the
girls had removed their tops. It just kept getting worse, I thought.

Taking charge as usual, Diana started giving Gretchen directions for the
pictures.

"I'm going to bend his body forward with my legs, and draw his face right over
mine."

Then she hit me with a powerful jolt from her legs, and did exactly what she
told Gretchen she would do.

Gretchen raised the camera, but Diana wasn't quiet ready yet.

"Wait one minute, Gretch!" she hollered. Then she turned back to me and
ordered, "Now take my wrists like your pinning me down!"

When I balked, she started to really squeeze me. I had no choice, but to grab
her wrists and pin them down like I really was in charge.

"Good! Now leer at me like you can't wait to have your way with me."

It just took one more squeeze to having me leering down at her.

"OK, Gretch! When I turn towards the camera and look frightened you can snap
the picture, but don't get my legs in the shot. I don't want anyone to know
I'm really controlling the wimp."

"Got it! Gretchen sang out. Then she took the picture and asked, "What's
next?"

In another whirlwind of motion, I found myself in an even more demeaning
position. Diana had stood and taken me along with her. Then wrapping her arms
around my waist, she lifted me up and ordered me to put my legs around her
midsection and my arms around her neck. Our faces were a few inches apart with
mine slightly above hers, but her arms were still controlling me and the
situation.

She turned to Gretchen and said, "Only from the neck up!" Then she turned back
to me and ordered, "Now kiss me and mean it or I'll squeeze you ribs till they
break."

My arms tightened around her neck as hers tightened as well, but hers were
controlling the situation and I was forced to kiss her lips.

I heard again, "Got it!" and then I broke off the kiss. I was flush and I was
panting, in spite of the situation I found the kiss pleasurable. Diana looked
into my eyes and smiled enjoying my reaction.

After that, I got a time out. The girls sat on the couch debating on what to
do next while I sat at their feet on the floor between Diana's legs. I wasn't
being squeezed. She wanted me fully alert for the next phase of my ordeal what
ever that was. If I moved, she'd squeeze me till I got the message and
stopped.

My time out lasted ten minutes till Diana looked at her watch, and proclaimed,
"We'll have to get him back soon."

"Awww! Gretchen said sadly, I haven't had a chance to play with him!"

"Don't worry, Gretch! The school years young. Each of us is going to have
plenty of time with him. It's not like he can stop us. Besides, he has to join
the club tonight."

That seemed to placate Gretchen, but it didn't make her happy. The first part
of Diana's statement really scared me. Somehow, I had to find a way out of
this, and I had to figure out how the girls got into my room without being
seen, but I didn't have a clue as to what she meant by the second part of her
statement.

After the time out, I wasn't given a fair chance, but I guess it wouldn't have
mattered much anyway. I hadn't done very well up to this point. I soon found
myself flat on the floor with Diana pinning my shoulders down with her knees.
Her crotch was just a few inches from my face, and I couldn't help staring
right up at it. Fortunately, the girls hadn't removed their bikini bottoms.

"All right listen up, teach! Were the hellfire girls, and your going to join
our club tonight."

I had regained my senses, and I looked up at Diana and defiantly shook my head
no.

Diana reacted by slapping my face a few times.

"Yaa! A bitch slapping! Gretchen chimed in, "get him Di-girl!"

After the slapping, Diana again spoke to me, "We don't have time to make you
more reasonable, so just do as we say, and it will go much easier on you.

Again, I defiantly shook my head no. This time, Diana moved forward and buried
my face in her crotch."

When I started to fight back, I felt one of the other two girls grab my hands,
and the other girl sat on my legs. At this point, I was completely helpless
for about the twentieth time tonight as Diana ground my face even deeper into
her bikini bottoms.

My face massage went on for about a minute till Diana leaned back exposing my
face. Then she continued on with my indoctrination. "As I said, you are going
to become a member of our club. Not a full member, more like a .."

"Slave!" Michelle sang out.

"Yaa! You'll be our weak little slave boy." Diana said gleefully.

"Never!" I said even more defiantly.

After my words, I was buried in Diana's bikini bottom again. When my degrading
ordeal came to an end, I was gasping for air and Diana was talking once more.

"You will be expected to do everything we say, if you defy us in any way, you
will be punished. And make no mistake about it, any one of us is equally
capable of handling you. I expect you will defy us for awhile, but we will
break you...I'm even sure you'll grow to like it, and then love it"

They were completely insane I told myself, but I refrained from voicing my
opinion. I didn't want another mouthful of teenager again.

This time Michelle interrupted, "We can go to that store in Gmund, the one
with all that kinky stuff."

"Yaa! Gretchen added, "We can get him a collar and a leash and other cool
stuff."

"Your crazy!" I yelled, I couldn't control my anger any more.

Diana responded by burying my face again. This time the ordeal lasted a lot
longer, and she really mashed my face very tightly into her bikini bottoms.
Like before, I closed my eyes from the shame, but Diana had other ideas. She
took her hand and lifting my head up she mashed it even further into her
womanhood. As she did this, she said defiantly, "Look at me!...I want you to
see me, this is a girl doing this to you!...Controlling you!..Making you do
things you don't want!"

It was embarrassing but I had no choice. I opened my eyes with her lacy pink
bikini bottoms filling my world. She let me stare straight ahead for a while
then she moved my head to the side, and said, "Look!"

My eyes fixed on small tattoo. It was the first time I had noticed it. It was
high up on her inner thigh and would have been concealed by a more
conventional undergarment or bathing suit. It was a little red female devil
complete with pitch fork and horns and a grinning face.

"That's the symbol of our club, the hellfire girls." Diana said proudly.

"We have to get him a tattoo!" Michelle said gleefully.

I panicked again, but Diana easily controlled my head moving it so I had to
look straight at her other thigh. About in the same place on her other thigh
was another tattoo. This one depicted a young naked girl sticking her ass up,
and a man obediently kissing it.

After she saw that I was looking at it, Diana said happily, "And this is what
we like to have men do!"

This time it was Gretchen who had a comment.

"Yaa! Kiss our asses!"

Diana continued, "You'll be doing a lot of that, teach!....Consider it your
homework!"

"Gretchen added, "Yaa! You'll have lots of homework, teach!"

Then Diana looked up to the other two girls and said, "I thinks its time for
his initiation. Gretchen, since you didn't have a go at old teach here you can
go first.

As Gretchen got ready, Diana quickly outmaneuvered me again. She got me to my
knees and twisted my arms painfully behind my back. She held them by the
wrists, and she had them stretched out completely, and then she started to
bully me forward towards Gretchen who was sitting comfortably on a hair
waiting for me.

When I got to her, Gretchen grabbed my hair to pull my face into her crotch.
Diana put a knee into my back forcing me to stay put.

It was painful and I started to sob, "P-Please!...No!....Don't do this!" But
the pain was overwhelming and I knew I would do whatever they asked.

"Kiss the devil first!" Diana commanded. "Good boy!...Now the other
tatto!....Good!..Now, Gretchen's pussy!"

Gretchen looked up and said excitedly, "I should take my bikini off for this."

But Diana had other plans and little time.

"We just don't have time, Gretch!.... We'll make him do it again..Maybe, we
can even have an oath for him to say."

"Yaa!" Gretchen said enthusiastically as I was forced to kiss the fabric
covering her young pussy."

"Turn around, Gretch, We'll have him kiss our asses too!....That's a good
boy!...Keep your lips there a full ten seconds!....Now, the other
cheek!....Good boy!"

I was forced to kiss each girl in the same manner. When it was Diana's turn,
Michelle took over controlling me. This had been the worst humiliation yet. My
mind thought about the future. I had to figure this out or maybe, I should
just run home. That didn't seem like a bad option right now.

When I was done, Michelle made me stand, and then I felt the moist cloth again
and I was out in seconds.

As soon as I was out, Diana was issuing orders, "Michelle, you carry him back
and dump him on the bed. When he comes too, maybe, he'll think it was just a
bad dream. Gretchen you go too, I'll stay here and clean the place up."

As Michelle easily threw me over her one shoulder, Gretchen got the flashlight
to lead the way, but Diana had another urgent order, "Hurry back! Bed check's
in ten minutes!" And then the girls busied themselves with their assigned
tasks.

I woke up sprawled across the bed. As I looked about, I could see that I had
been returned to my room somehow. How had they done it, I asked myself, and
not gotten caught? Even as I grew more alert, I knew it was an answer that I
had to come up with.

My body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. I sat up and looked
at the clock. It was only midnight. As I sat there trying to wake up
completely, everything started to slowly come back. My ordeal had been a
nightmare. For just a moment, I wondered if it had all been just a bad dream.

No, it had been all too real. I sat there for the next ten minutes thinking
about a course of action. Diana was unbelievably clever for her age. I didn't
find an easy answer. Diana had the pictures. How could I explain them away? I
thought about telling Kate, but parts of my ordeal were just too embarrassing
for a man to tell a woman.

Feeling about as low as a man could feel, I bent my head and wanted to cry.
That's when the door opened, the bathroom door.

I looked up to see Miss Van Gilder standing in the light. She was wearing an
evening gown, and she looked as big as a house standing there silhouetted
against the light of the bathroom..

When she spotted me on the bed, she came right over.

"Ah! Ben your still up. Good, I want you to meet somebody."

I was in no condition to socialize, and I was still in my shorts. Trying to
sound tired, I said, "If you don't mind I'd like to beg off. I'm very tired."

Helen put her hands on her hips for a moment like she was upset with my
answer, and just gave me a penetrating stare. I was about to say something
when she acted.

She said angrily, "I have no time for this!" Grabbing my closest wrist, she
just took off towards her room. I soon found myself being dragged behind her
just like the other night. I was dragged through the bathroom right into
Helen's apartment where she let me go right in front of her couch.

I was angry and I was about to say something when I looked up and saw a very
young giantess staring down at me with a big grin on her face. For a moment I
froze, and then I looked back to Helen who was smiling herself.

"This is Victoria Ronstadt, she's my new protégée."

I looked up at her. I almost had to crane my neck to see her very young face.
She was blonde and her blond hair was done up in a double pony tail. It
emphasized her tender age which I estimated to be just into her teens. Her
girlish good looks and youthful appearance was a stunning contrast to her
outlandish proportions.

She had classic German features too, and she was very good looking for her
age, but of course, all the women and girls around here were good looking.

"He's cute!" Victoria said unexpectedly.."Does he know?"

"No, not that it matters." Ms. Van Gilder replied.

I was about to ask "What?" when Helen proudly gave me Victoria's statistics.

"Victoria is 6'8'' tall and already 210 pounds, but I don't thinks she's done
growing yet...This is her first year at my school."

What Victoria said next stunned me.

"Can I play with him?....I like Americans!"

In a firm but calm voice Miss Van Gilder answered back, "Not now, this is just
your introduction, dear."

I was confused. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? I was about to voice
my strong concerns when Helen's cell phone rang. She picked it up, moved away
from Victoria and I, and talked for a minute or two. It looked like she was
having an animated conversation, but I couldn't hear what she was saying.

When she hung up, she looked angry. Looking towards me she said in a
controlled manner, "I have to take care of a problem at the other end of the
castle."

Looking to Victoria she said, "Maybe, you can entertain him for awhile, dear.
I should be back in about fifteen minutes...but be careful with him. I'm
afraid you don't know your own strength!" And then she was gone leaving me in
the room alone with a very young, but gargantuan teenage girl.

I pondered running as I looked up into her smiling face.

Instead, I decided to reason with her in a very firm voice befitting my status
as a teacher and a grown man. As I stood, I started talking in a firm but
gentle voice. "I will be leaving now. Be a good girl and tell Helen when she
comes back, that I had to leave."

She didn't answer me immediately. Instead, she just kept grinning at me. Then
she casually said, "Your not going to run, are you? I would catch you before
you can leave the room. Then I'll have to spank you, and I can guarantee you
that you won't like that."

I just stood there for a second, deciding whether I should run or not.

That's when she lifted up her school dress all the way up to her hips exposing
tons of young female flesh. Mischievously, she patted her knees like I was
supposed to sit on her lap, and then motioned me forward with her index
finger. For a moment, I looked at her totally exposed thighs. They were the
largest female thighs I had ever seen. They looked like tree trunks not
thighs. Still they were unmistakably female, and very beautiful and alluring
as well.

I knew how this would end, but I felt myself walking towards her anyway. She
was just too colossal to oppose.

When I got to her, she lifted me easily onto her thighs.

"I like flesh on flesh, don't you."

"Victoria this is..."

"She put her huge finger to my lips and went, "Shhhhhh!"

I felt like a complete idiot, and what if Helen would come back and see me
sitting on this young girl's lap? The thought was even more humiliating then
my present condition.

Not waiting for another outburst from me, she grabbed my farthest arm and
hugged me to her. Her hug effectively immobilized both of my arms. Tilting my
head up she said breathlessly, "We're going to have so much fun together,
you'll see?"

This time, I kept quiet as I stared up into her bright twinkling eyes. The
sensation I was experiencing, this time, was new. I felt like a doll in this
giantesses arms.

"Helen said your too weak for the ring so she's going to put you in the floor
show!"

What was she talking about? I had no idea, but it sounded horrible.

"She said if I work up a routine with you, I can be in the show too, isn't
that wonderful!"

As I continued to look up at her, I stammered, "I Ddon't know what your
talking about."

"It doesn't matter just yet," she cooed. "It's not like you can do anything
about it anyway.

Then she just kissed me mashing my lips to hers. At the same time, she
squeezed me even tighter to her. Her kiss even though she was such a young
girl was not unpleasant, but her dominant embrace sure was. I tried to
struggle, but it was as if she didn't even notice me as she continued on with
her overpowering kiss. Soon the room started to spin and go black.

She let up just in time or I would have passed out for sure.

Seeing my condition, she laughed.

"I knew you'd like my kiss. I'm very strong, and I can make you do whatever I
want."

Of that I had no doubt.

Then her grin turned mischievous again, and she said, "I think I'll take your
little panties down."

No, Please I begged. This night had been the worst night of my life, and it
was about to get worse...

To be continued.