My Bavarian Assignment     Chapter  6
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 Six: Hijacked again.

I didn't sleep much last night. Too many worries and concerns spinning around
and around in my head. When I saw it was morning, I looked at the alarm clock
and it was already eight. I'm not sure where all the time went, but at least
it was Saturday, and I didn't have to go to class. As I laid in bed and
thought about all my troubles, I'm not sure which of them was the biggest
concern. Was it the terrible trio or was it Rollie Bourdet?

I thought a lot about last evening too. I guess it was understandable after
what my teaching colleagues had put me through. As the days have gone by, my
life seems to get more and more complicated. I really didn't see how I was
going to juggle my tight schedule and all my extracurricular activities too,
and my body was a mess from all the abuse. I can't tell you how sore I feel.
How was I going to help teach boxing and wrestling and then juggle the
teachers too twice a week? And how was I going to keep that a secret from
Katia?

My next thoughts were of Katia. I know she wouldn't approve of my fraternizing
with the other teachers, especially twice a week. How did I think I was going
to get away with that? I entertained the idea of telling her everything. I
just didn't know what she would do? I had to think it through. I had some time
and I hoped the answer would come.

I was looking forward to going into Rottach-Egern today do some sight seeing
and buy some clothes. The clothes would be the kind of clothes I wanted to
wear. Ms. Vangilder had come through with a car and I was going to leave
early. I had no plans of eating in the cafeteria where I might run into people
I wanted to avoid for awhile. Besides, I needed a rest from this woman's world
and I needed a day where I could be a man again away from all my worries.

I quickly dressed and headed straight for the car. My mind was occupied with
my worries or more accurately with my fears when I spotted the car, opened the
door and turned on the ignition, and sped off.

I reached the gate in seconds and slid my ID through the reader. The gate
started to open. I was relieved about that because I was afraid I might be a
prisoner here. I was tempted to give the finger to the nearby camera, but I
refrained. It was just not dignified for a teacher to do something like that.

Then I sped off. I was daydreaming again as I drove down the mountain road
towards the lake when I thought I heard some giggles coming from the back.

"Who's there?" I yelled.

It was my worst nightmare. Three heads popped up from the back seat and I
again saw the grinning faces of the terrible trio in my mirror.

I immediately stopped the car and put it in neutral. I was to find out that
was a big mistake. By this time, Gretchen was already climbing into the front
seat beside me.

"Your in big trou ... ... "

I was cut off in mid sentence when a pair of hands grabbed at me and started
to yank me into the back seat. When Gretchen had made her way into the front
seat, she helped with the maneuvering of my body over the car rest. I couldn't
believe how strong these school girls were as they effortlessly out muscled me
and transported my struggling body into the back seat.

"Glad to see ya, teach!" Diana said to me as she grabbed my hands and Michelle
wrestled with my feet.

Then she had an order for Gretchen, "You know where to go."

Gretchen saluted her leader and then started the car back up and took off for
who knows where.

By this time, both girls had gained the upper hand as they struggled with me.
Michelle forced my upper body onto the back seat and Diana started to sit down
right on my head. She was wearing a short dress which she hiked up and then I
saw her black panties and rather large ass descending right on my face.

"Right on target!" she said as sat on my head, grabbed my hands, and then
wiggled her butt all over my face.

She had some words for me as she continued to wiggle her big ass all over my
face.

"Hey, teach, You should see the scenery! ... ... ..It's quite impressive."

I continued to struggle, but by this time Michelle had maneuvered most of my
body onto the back seat while Diana kept riding my face. She had firm control
of both of my hands while Michelle sat on my legs.

"Hey teach, can you hear me down there? ... ... ..Stop struggling or will have
to get rough with you! ... ... .Now listen up, were taking you shopping and
for a little surprise too. So just stay calm and enjoy my ass ... ..Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha!"

I fought, god I fought, but these girls just weren't human. They easily
handled me. Finally, I started to calm down as the three girls gabbed.

"Think teach will like his little surprise?" Gretchen asked from the front
seat.

"Sure," Diana responded ... ... ... .Hey teach! Remember all the things we
said we were going to do with you a couple of nights ago? ... ... Well, guess
what? They will happen!"

While Gretchen drove the car with one hand, she reached back with her other so
all three girls could clap hands. When they did, they yelled, "Hellfire Girls!
WooHoo!"

And Diana looked down between her legs and told me, "And you're our little
hellfire slaveboy!"

That brought another round of struggles from me, but like before they easily
controlled my struggling body. As I settled down again and feared the worst, I
tried to remember what they had talked about two nights ago, but I had been
through so much the last few days it all began to blur together.

They drove for twenty minutes talking and gabbing like young girls are prone
to do. Every so often, Diana would mash my face down farther into the seat
cushions, and that usually brought more ineffectual struggles from me.

Then I heard Diana say, "Here's the turn for Gmund."

That had a ring to it. What had the girls mentioned about Gmund? It was right
there in front of me, but I couldn't seem to remember.

As Gretchen sped onwards, Diana asked Michelle, "Do you want him for awhile?"

"Yaaa! She said excitedly, and that precipitated a new round of struggles.
When the smoke cleared, Michelle was sitting on the seat at a diagonal against
the door, and I was being crushed between her awesome teenage legs.

"Remember my legs, teach?" She asked with glee, and then she squeezed my head
between her powerful teenage thighs.

How could I forget?

"You know, he should have a secret club name for old teach, " Gretchen said
from the front.

Immediately, Michelle had a few, "How about Wimpy or Weakling or maybe ... ...
... "

But Diana interrupted her and said," I got it! ... ... ..How about AK?"

Gretchen looked at Michelle in the mirror, and they repeated the letters
simultaneously, "AK?"

"Ass Kisser!"

All three girls laughed out loud long and hard. So I got the secret name AK.

Another half hour passed and then Diana said, "Pull in the back, I'm
expected." Then she turned to Michelle and ordered, "Put him on ice for
awhile."

That's when I felt the full force of Michelle's crushing thighs. The pressure
was so great, I actually pulled my hands free from Diana and grabbed
Michelle's two bulging thighs squeezing them intensely in response to
Michelle's compressing squeeze. In a matter of seconds, the car started to get
dark, and then I passed out between a young teenage girls legs.

I woke up in a dimly lit place, there was some sleazy music playing, and a man
was working over my leg causing odd pinching sensations near my groin. My body
seemed to be laying on a bench with my pants pulled down around my ankles, my
hands were tied, and the girls were all around me looking down at me with
glee. When I tried to pick my head up and see what was happening, Gretchen
casually walked over, surrounded my head with her legs, and held me prisoner
like that as the man worked.

"The man looked up and chuckled at my plight, then asked in colloquial German,
"Hey, I'm not going to get in any trouble for this, am I" As he listened to my
muffled screams.

"Just get to work," Diana ordered ... ... ... We've paid you enough ... ...
... .Besides, he's are little slave boy."

"Ya! Our little ass kisser!" Michelle piped in and all three girls laughed.

I wondered how the girls were paying the man. Then I remembered my wallet. I
had three thousand Marks in it. I doubted if it was still there. Then I
wondered what they were paying for? That's when I remembered everything from a
couple of nights ago. The pain must of focused my mind. They wanted to get me
a tattoo.

"A tattoo!" I screamed out loud. I wanted to get up, because I now knew what
the man was doing, but I dared not move. I didn't want the man to make a
mistake so close to my genitals. Besides, Gretchen's legs were scissoring my
head and holding me securely.

Ten minutes later the man said, "He's done, and a good job too if I say so
myself."

Then in a flash, Michelle had my body up and was teenhandling it again. One of
her arms was snaked around my neck and the other was forcing my arm up behind
my back. Gretchen had her hand over my mouth to muffle my outcries as Diana
pulled up my pants.

The man watched the girls rough me up and then he said, "Is he a weakling or
something?"

"No," Diana said as she handed him some money from my wallet ... ... "Were
just very strong teenage girls!"

He watched me struggle some more, then he shrugged and started counting his
money.

As Michelle forced me out the door and Gretchen kept pace to keep her hand
over my mouth, the man said, "Any time girls ... ..If you want to get that
pansy or yourselves any more tattoo's just come back to old Carl, and he'll
fix you right up!"

As Diana looked around to make sure the coast was clear, Michelle and Gretchen
stuffed me back into the car and wrestled me down once again.

This time, Diana drove the car while Michelle and Gretchen had there way with
me in the back seat. I had time to think about my tattoo and what it must look
like. I was sure I had a good idea as I remembered seeing the girls tattoos.
Diana drove just a mile or two and pulled into another out of the way place.

"Here we are girls!" Diana shouted exuberantly. Then she had orders for
Gretchen, "You stay in the car this time with old AK here, and will go in and
get the things we need."

Gretchen let me go as the girls got out and said like she was scared, "Oh my,
I'm all alone with an angry older man, and I'm just a teenage girl ... ... .I
sure hope he doesn't overpower me and have his way with me ... ... ..Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha!"

Keeping my cool, I told her in a firm voice, "I'm leaving."

That's when she slapped me hard across the face. I reacted by balling my fist
up and moving like I was going to hit her.

She reacted even faster by catching my wrist in her hand and twisting it at an
odd angle. I felt instant pain and couldn't move. Then she transferred my
captured wrist to her other hand and bent one of my fingers back with her
fingers from that hand. At that point, all she needed to do to maintain
control of me was to bend my finger back with her fingers. She did this all
while maintaining control of my wrist with her thumb. I was helpless and she
effortlessly controlled the amount of pain she could give me by bending my
finger back the proper amount.

As I struggled in agony, she exclaimed "See, wasn't that easy? ... ... ..I
guess I was safe after all! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"

I stopped struggling and she stopped bending my finger towards my wrist. She
still controlled me, but the pain was less intense.

Now, your going to be a good boy, aren't you?" she asked, and then she bent my
finger back even more.

"Yyess!" I mumbled the pain stopping my aggression.

"That's a good boy!" She chirped, and then kissed my cheek, and settled in for
a long wait.

Twenty five minutes later Diana and Michelle appeared with some packages and
as they got in the car Diana looked at me and commented, "He seems rather well
behaved."

Gretchen smiled and then said sweetly, "Yes, we had a discussion about that,
and he saw my point of view right away."

Diana looked more closely and saw Gretchen's finger lock. She reacted by
shaking her head and smiling.

When the girls were ready to leave they all clapped hands again and yelled,
"Hellfire girls!" Then we were off again.

"Where are we going now?" asked Michelle. This time I had something to say.

"I'm going out with Ms. Vangilder and Katia tonight so you better get me back
to the castle, if you know what's good for you."

Gretchen gave my finger a real hard twist for that remark, but Diana already
had the rest of it all figured out.

"I know a place in the woods that's deserted, "We'll take him there and have
him say his oath and perform his duties as our slave boy. Then Ms. Vangilder
and Katia can have him."

We drove back towards the castle following the road from the lake to the
turnoff, and back up the mountain road towards Kohlenstein castle. About four
miles from the castle, the girls turned off on an old deserted road. They
drove another mile or two till we found the spot Diana was looking for. It was
a totally deserted turnaround with a great view of the lake stretched out
below, and leading from the turnaround was a path into the woods.

"Here we are!" Diana said excitedly. "Let's get AK out of the car."

While Diana played with the packages she bought, the other two girls wrestled
with me taking off most of my clothes in the process. I struggled but they
were just too damn strong.

When I was down to my shorts, Michelle strong-armed me out of the car and made
me kneel down at the start of the path leading into the woods. Michele had the
back of my neck in a painful neck pinch which was as excruciating as the
finger clamp Gretchen had on me earlier. It was so humiliating to be
completely at the mercy of these young and unbelievably strong teenage girls.
I was at least ten years older then they were, but they handled me like I was
a small child.

Finally, Diana came walking over with her surprises. She was holding a collar
and leash up for my inspection. I tried to bolt, but Michele's neck pinch
squashed those plans. While Michele controlled me, Diana fitted the collar
around my neck and then wound the leash around the fingers of one of her
hands.

When she was ready, she yelled, "Mush!" And I was forced to walk along the
path on all fours while Diana held onto the leash with the other two girls
following closely behind. I had to crawl for about a quarter of a mile till
the path rounded a bend and opened up into a small clearing, and mercifully
that's where the girls stopped.

Unfortunately, the collar and leash was not all of the surprises Diana had in
store for me. She pulled out three pairs of panties and handed two of them to
the other girls who immediate started to strip while Diana held the leash. I
watched the girls strip and then put on the panties.

"I think he likes what he sees," Gretchen told the other girls while she
pulled up the new pair of panties.

"He'll get a close up view soon enough," Michele answered back which got
laughs from the other girls.

As I watched, I realized the panties had slits over the crotch and ass. They
looked unbelievably sexy to a man's eye, and I was a

man. Then it was Diana's turn to strip and I couldn't help but watch.

As Diana pulled up her incredibly erotic panties, I couldn't decide who had
the better body, was it Gretchen or Diana? Gretchen had the bigger boobs, but
Diana's legs were so sleek and muscular and her ass cheeks were built the same
way too. She reminded me of a sleek and dangerous sports car. It was nice to
look at, but dangerous to drive.

When she was ready she came walking over and asked, "How do you like your
tattoo?"

I had forgotten about that and I immediately looked down. High up on my right
thigh near my crotch was exactly what I expected. There was a naked girl
bending over while a man was kissing her ass. Underneath, in small German
script were the words Property of the Hellfire Girls.

The first thought that came to my mind was how I was going to hide the tattoo
from any female lovers I would entertain in the future. There would be no way
to explain the tattoo.

As I gazed down at my badge of disgrace, Diana had more surprises for me,
"Now, I want you to kiss my little tattoos and then my pussy and repeat after
me, "I AK belong to the Hellfire Girls body and soul ... ... "

As she spoke, I defiantly shook my head no, and Michele and Gretchen grabbed
me from behind and forced my face into Diana's crotch. When that was done,
Diana started to speak again, "I AK belong to the Hellfire Girls body and
soul, and will do everything they command because they are goddesses, and I am
like the dirt from beneath their feet."

I heard Gretchen giggle at the oath even as they stuffed my face closer into
Diana's pussy. I thought they would never force me to say the words, but pain
is such a great persuader, and I found myself saying them despite my shame.

Then Diana got to the end, "Because I am just a lowly man ... ... .and must
obey my female conquerors in all things or I will be severely punished."

I think she was making it up as she went along, but I dutifully said the words
and then it was time to seal the deal.

I had to kiss each tattoo and then I got to the heart of the matter.
Afterwards, I had to kiss her ass as well.

When I was done with Diana, I had to repeat the process with Gretchen and
Michele too. When it was all done, Diana asked, "Do you like our new pleasure
panties? ... ... ..Our pleasure, your chores! ... ... ..You'll be getting more
intimately aquatinted with them in the very near future."

I was going to be defiant, but that would have gotten me nowhere except maybe
another beating. So I remained quiet and took the abuse. If I was right, I
would soon be free again and I would take great pains in the future to avoid
these sadistic teenage girls.

I was walked back to the car, like before, on all fours. I was angry and I
wanted revenge, but revenge is best served cold, and I was very hot right now.
One day, I vowed I would have my revenge. That didn't sound like a teacher's
vow, but the girls had gone way too far, and they had to be stopped.

When I was dressed and safely back in the car, Diana had a warning for me as
expected, "I wouldn't tell anyone about today. Remember, we have those highly
incriminating pictures, and all of us are ready to yell rape if you provoke
us."

"I understand," I said coldly. They had me for know, but that would all soon
change.

When we nearer to the castle, I was allowed to drive and Diana instructed me
where to park as they hid behind the seat again. As soon as the car stopped, I
got out and didn't look back. I made the safety of my room in record time. It
was five thirty and Katia would be coming soon. I sat on the bed with my head
in my hands thinking about today and the revenge I soon planned when the
bathroom door opened.

It was Ms. Vangilder in her sexy black underwear. As soon as she spied me she
sang out, "I was getting worried, I wouldn't want you to miss the activities
at the club tonight. I think you're going to like them."

It was hard not to stare. She was tall and beautiful with the body of a star
athlete and the face of a goddess. I couldn't help but gasp for breath at the
sight of those gorgeous legs of hers.

"Sorry," I said, "my sight seeing took a little longer than expected."

She answered back, "Oh!" and looked me up down for a moment. Then she said,
"Understandable, you'll have to tell me what you saw that was so breathtaking
... ... ... Now, get ready," she ordered, and she walked back the way she came
giving me a breathtaking view of her backside.

I sat there for a moment just staring after her. I wondered where I would find
the energy for tonight. I wanted to sleep for a week. About ten minutes later,
I listened at the bathroom door and didn't hear her so I went in. I was taking
my shower and singing when she walked back into the bathroom.

I was wondering what she was doing when the shower curtain swung open and she
walked in completely naked. I just froze there for a moment staring up at her.
Her breasts were so large and wondrous, I couldn't help but stare. She smiled
down at me with that imperious smile of hers, turned around and ordered,
"Scrub my back."

It was an order no man could refuse, and as I washed her back, she asked, "So,
how was you're first week?"

'Tiring," I replied. Then I said, "I hope you're not still mad at me?"

She turned around and got very close forcing me back against the shower stall
saying, "I was never mad at you ... ... ..You're a man ... ... .There will
always be indiscretions ... ... .It's expected."

As I looked up at her awesome personage, I asked, "Why me? ... ... .I mean I
can understand the other teachers. They're all so unbelievable, even the girls
... ... .I feel so inferior."

She took her hand and started to lightly run it across my face, and her smile
softened too. As she gently stroked me she said softly, "You come very highly
recommended, and I needed a man ... ... ..Your doing fine!"

"But you're all so unbelievable!"

"Don't underestimate yourself she said, "You have charmed everyone, with the
possible exception of Emma, but if you worked at it, I'm sure you could even
charm her in time."

I listened to her but I remained unconvinced and I looked down trying to work
it out in my mind.

Then Ms. Vangilder took another tact, ."I know Katia is fond of you ... ...
... .You're a very lucky man."

That brightened my spirits and I looked back up at her, smiled and said, "I
know ... ... ..She's extraordinary even for a place like this ... ... .Just
like you!"

Ms. Vangilder's smiled broadened and she reached down and lifted me up to eye
level. There I was dangling from her arms ten inches off the shower stall
floor.

"See what I mean," she said, "You always now exactly what to say to a women
... ... ..Consider that one of your extraordinary gifts. Just remember, there
are countless millions of men out there who would like to be in your shoes
right now."

I didn't have shoes on, I was being lifted off the shower stall floor by a
very tall beautiful women with my feet dangling next to her long wondrous
thighs as she casually talked to me while we were both naked in a shower. As I
looked into her eyes, I had to admit she might be right on that point.

Then Ms. Vangilder brought me closer and kissed me. It didn't seem like a kiss
from a friend but all these women had passions bubbling just underneath the
surface. I guess I would have to be the one to exercise restraint and control.
When she set me down, I realized I was as hard as a rock. So much for my
control.

A little later, I sat between the two women as Katia drove to Rottach-Egern
and the club. They both looked spectacular and were showing a lot of leg which
I glanced down at from time to time.

Ms. Vangilder and Katia were telling me about the fights we would be seeing
tonight. All were mixed bouts. Some of the men and boys were from the club.
While others were the best that could be found. The men that came from outside
the club were paid gigantic fees to participate. Ms. Vangilder was excited
about one such fight. It appeared that Rollie would have her hands full with
her opponent who had won several international tournaments.

I wondered as I listened how Ms. Vangilder knew so much about the inner
workings of a privately owned club, but they did frequent the place quite a
bit, and Katia even fought there too.

I looked at Katia and she had gone silent when Rollie's name was mentioned. I
got the feeling that the two women didn't get along and that it was deeper
then their competition over me.

Changing the subject, Katia asked her boss and mentor, "I was thinking about
taking Ben to Bad Wiessee next weekend. The scenery's very beautiful there.

"Oh!" Ms. Vangilder replied looking us both over before replying. "I think we
can do without you two for a couple of days ... ... ..Right Ben!"

I looked at both women who were smiling and I said trying to contain my
enthusiasm, "Right!"

We were seated at the table right near the ring again, and just managed to sit
down when the first match started. It was a tag team match between a team of
boys and team of girls from the club. The boys looked to be about seventeen or
eighteen and towered over their opponents who looked to be much younger. The
girls couldn't have been much more than five feet and a hundred ponds soaking
wet.

The girls were wearing the cutest little wrestling outfits and each had on
white wrestling boots too. They looked adorable not dangerous.

That's when I asked Ms. Vangilder, "Isn't this too much of a miss match?"

Ms. Vangilder replied, "I'm afraid you're right, but it's hard to find teenage
boys who can compete with our girls.

Her statement surprised me, but I guess after this week, I really shouldn't
have been surprised. I still was relating to another world, a world in which
men were the dominant sex.

The match started off poorly for the boys team. Right of the bat, the boy
wanted to try a test of strength with his younger and smaller female opponent.
As soon as they clasped hands, the boy was in trouble. The girl had him on his
knees in a matter of seconds. She continued her advantage till she pushed him
to his back, and the referee started a count, but the boy just managed to
wiggle out in time.

Most of the patrons were rooting for the girls and they seemed to know the
girls by name too. The girl in the ring was named Kate and she was having a
fairly easy time of it with her opponent. She had just whipped him into the
ropes and when he returned, she picked him up and held his bigger body
suspended in air for a moment and then body slammed him very hard to the
canvass.

I responded by wincing as the boy's body hit the canvass with a spectacular
thud. The girl didn't follow up her advantage though and she let the older boy
crawl over to the other boy and tag out, while she hammed it up for the crowd
on the other side of the ring.

Ms. Vangilder leaned over to me and said, "See what I mean ... ... .She could
have beaten the boy by now, but we want to give the patrons their money's
worth.

Just then Rollie came over, sat down, and said, "I can't stay long, I have to
get ready."

Ms. Vangilder replied by saying, "I hear your opponent is very good! ... ...
... Be careful tonight!"

"I will," she told Ms. Vangilder with a big smile. Then she looked at me and
said, "But I've already promised Ben that I would be dynamic tonight! ... ...
Right, Ben!"

I nodded and took a peak at Katia and she was looking at me sternly, but she
didn't say anything.

"Well, I've got to go and get ready," Rollie sang out as she excused herself
and moved off towards the ladies locker room.

That's when Katia asked, "And when did Rollie make that promise to you?"

"This morning, just before you walked in," I said a little desperately.

Ms. Vangilder expertly changed the subject by pointing out the match, "See
Ben, the match is almost over."

I looked back to the ring and saw that the two girls were both inside the ring
now and each had deftly applied a sleeper hold to one of the boys. Both girls
were in the ring together because the boys had resorted to dirty tactics in
order to try and win the match.

The referee was picking one of the boy's arms up to see if he was conscious,
and then he would run over to the other boy and lift his arm up as well. When
the referee was gone, the other girl would viciously yank the boys body from
side to side tightening the hold even more as the boys began to fade. It
almost looked comical to see the smaller and younger girls so easily
manhandling the older boys. It had a feeling of unreality about it, but it was
happening in the center of the ring.

Finally, and mercifully the referee made a signal that both boys were out and
called for the bell. Each girl gave her boy one more vicious yank with her
arms and then let the boys go. The boys bodies slumped to the canvass and were
obviously completely unconscious.

The girls reacted to their victory by raising there hands and strutting around
the ring. Finally, a microphone was lowered and the referee made it official.
He spoke in excellent German, "We have a winner, with sleeper's in the time of
eight minutes and thirty six seconds ... ... . I give you Kate and Allie, the
battling sisters from Bad Wiessee!"

Kate and Allie reacted to their victory by strutting around the ring and then
posing with one of their feet on each of the unconscious boys chests. The
crowd went wild and I started to clap when I saw Katia and Ms. Vangilder
clapping.

Katia leaned over to me while the girls were having their moment and said,
"Helen can't wait for the girl's to enroll next year ... ... They'll be great
additions to our wrestling program.

I nodded, but was astounded to hear that the girls weren't yet old enough to
enroll in Ms. Vangilder's school for young ladies. It made the scene in the
ring even more incredible.

Finally, the girls went over to the boys and each girl yanked one of the boys
up, by the arm, and deftly laid the boys upside down across their young
shoulders. Then they started to parade around the ring with the unconscious
boys. That was another incredible sight to see the much bigger and taller boys
draped across the much younger and smaller girls shoulders with their arms and
legs hanging down uselessly. The boys were so much bigger they almost looked
like men in comparison to the girls which made the spectacle all the more
incredible.

Finally, two female attendants came to the ring apron and the girls
transferred their cargoes to the female attendants, outside the ring ropes, by
lifting the boys bodies up and over the ropes to the waiting attendants. The
older women looked to be in their early twenties.

As that was happening, the referee bellowed, "Let's here it for the boys!" And
everyone stood and applauded as the unconscious boys were transferred to the
female attendants who carried them off cradled in their arms to the applause
of the crowd.

The next match turned out to be a surprise because I recognized the young
girl. She was in Katia's boxing class. Her name was Eva and at fifteen I
thought she was by far the best fighter in the class.

I was stunned to see she was fighting a man or was it two men. There were two
male fighters by the ring ropes. The referee clarified it for me during the
introductions.

The microphone came down and he started to speak again in that excellent
German voice of his, "We have a handicap match ... ... ..In this corner from
Ms. Vangilders school for young ladies ... ... ." And he paused as Ms.
Vangilder got up to acknowledge the applause.

"Eva the D..E..S..T..U..C....T..O..R" And the crowd went wild. She was wearing
white trunks with the standard boxing gear on I noted.

"And in this corner, the boxing brothers from Stuttgart ... ... Carl and Bruno
Hauptman." And the crowd booed.

I estimated that both brothers were at least six two and two hundred and
twenty pounds.

I couldn't believe Eva was fighting a handicap match, but Katia explained the
rules. Only one man was allowed in the ring at a time, and if they could tag,
they could replace the other. They fought till the time limit was reached or
one of the contestants lost in the usual ways.

As soon as the bell rang, one of the brother's and Eva moved forward. They
fought for awhile each feeling the other out till Eva hit Carl with a terrific
right which sent Carl down. As the referee came over, it didn't look like he
was hurt too badly because he slammed his gloves on the canvass in frustration
and quickly got up, and the referee gave him a standing eight count.

Instead of going right back out, he went over to his brother and had a
conference to boos from the crowd. Eva waited patiently for him and as the
brothers talked, she did a little sexy gyration for them right in the center
of the ring.

Katia bent over and said, "She has flair doesn't she."

I had to nod in agreement.

When Carl came out again he was met with a bombardment of heavy artillery from
Eva who had him covering up in the corner in a matter of seconds. His brother
yelled something to him in German which I didn't quiet catch, but Carl was too
busy absorbing blows from Eva to listen. Then like a piston engine she just
worked on his midsection for a good thirty seconds pummeling him with sharp
crisp piston like blows one after the other. After a few moments his guard was
completely useless.

As I watched, I remembered sparring with Eva and was amazed to realize that I
was couching her and giving her pointers. As I watched her destroy Carl, I
realized that could have been me.

Finally, after about fifty punches in thirty seconds to his mid-section, Eva
stopped and backed up. Carl just stood there dazed for a second and then
slowly sank down the ring ropes till he landed on his butt in the corner. He
looked glassy-eyed, and I really didn't think he would answer the count. The
referee started the count and motioned for Eva to go to a neutral corner.

That's when Eva came prancing over and grabbed his arm and dragged him nearer
to his brother. It was a strange sight to see such a bulky man being dragged
across the ring by a much younger and lighter girl. The referee started
another count, and it was on Eva this time, till she backed up again into a
neutral corner, but she had accomplished her task. As the referee continued
the original count, Carl was just able to reach out and tag his brother.

Bruno came out mad, hell bent on avenging his brother when the bell rang. That
made him even more disgruntled and he slammed his gloves on the ring ropes in
frustration. During the break, another female attendant appeared and reached
through the ring ropes and grabbed one of Carl's arms dragging him under the
ropes and out of harms way so he could recover. He continued to lay sprawled
out on the ring apron recovering from the pummeling Eva gave him. I didn't
think he'd be back anytime soon

At the start of the second round, Bruno came rushing out like an enraged bull
as he threw wild punches from all directions. Like an experienced matador, Eva
skillfully avoided or blocked the slower man's punches till she saw an opening
and struck. She tagged Bruno with a crisp left right combination that stood
him up and stunned the fighter more than hurt him. He had a look of disbelief
on his face when she really tagged him with an even more impressive
combination.

Bruno fell back against the ring ropes and then Eva started to give the
injured fighter an old familiar routine.

"Look out!" she yelled to the crowd, "Here it comes!"

And she wound up her punch in the best Mohammed Ali impression I had ever
seen, tagging the man right on the jaw when she let her gloved hand fly.

When he went down and the referee started the count, "Ms. Vangilder leaned
over and said happily, "Isn't she something?"

I was thinking about the matches we would be having soon with several boys
schools, and I wondered if any one of those boys would want to step into the
ring with Eva after seeing this fight.

By his time Bruno had made it to a knee and then slowly to his feet by the
count of nine. When he faced Eva again, this time there was no anger only grim
determination on his face mixed in with a little bit of fear too.

The rest of the round was a clinic in male bashing as Bruno was sent to the
canvass twice more before Eva decided to end it. She hit him with such a
terrific uppercut that it lifted Bruno off his feet and he landed with a
sickening thud flat on his back a good two feet from where Eva had landed the
punch.

The referee came over and started the count and then thought better of it.
When it was obvious Bruno was out cold, he waved his hands back and forth
declaring the match over and calling for the bell. After her hand was raised
in victory and the referee made it official, she went over and dragged Carl's
body through the ropes. She yanked his big heavy body along till she had the
brothers heaped in a pile in the middle of the ring, and then she delighted
the crowd by standing on their beaten bodies with her dainty foot, posing for
the crowd.

I heard Ms. Vangilder exclaim, "Magnificent!" The crowd immediately rose to
their feet and cheered.

As I looked on and clapped, I wondered if my male mind would ever get used to
this. I sincerely doubted it.

The two brothers were put on stretchers and carted off by those same female
attendants to the applause of the crowd. As I watched, I wondered if there
were a fleet of ambulances outside the club waiting to cart the males away.

There was a twenty minute pause in the action as we sat and talked and had a
few drinks waiting for the action to recommence. Katia explained the main
events which soon would be taking place. Heidi was first up. Her match would
not be conventional either. As Ms. Vangilder explained there just wasn't any
quality male wrestlers around for her to compete against so this was more of a
staged match. Ms. Vangilder said that the crowd usually loved these staged
matches.

Heidi looked dazzling as she came out in a purple bikini to the delight of the
crowd. She bent over in her corner and did some stretching to the greater
delight of the crowd.

That's when we heard some tremendous boos. It was the entrance of Heidi's
opponent who was making his way to the ring and causing a furor by
antagonizing the crowd as he approached. He was a total surprise to me when I
saw him. He had on a strong man's outfit, but he looked anything but strong.

He couldn't have been more than five feet five and a hundred and twenty
pounds, but he acted like he was going to tear Heidi up, and he had to be
about forty too. In comparison, Heidi towered over the man. I was well aware
of her statistics. She was five eleven one hundred and seventy delectably
distributed pounds. When he got into the ring, he twisted his hands indicating
what he was going to do to Heidi who had a look of mock terror on her face to
the utter delight of the crowd.

Katia bent over and explained, 'Don't worry she won't hurt him! ... ... ...
... ... ... That's Heidi's uncle, he's a famous comic entertainer! ... ... ...
She often joins him in his comedy act!"

'Then this is a comedy act?' I asked.

Katia nodded and then shushed me to be quiet.

Back in the ring, Heidi's uncle had struck a double biceps pose and was
strutting around the ring. Heidi went up to him and felt one of his muscles
and then looked terrified. He motioned for her to strike a pose and she
pointed her leg out and flexed it. The crowd went wild while her uncle reached
down and felt her big thigh. She batted his hand away and shook her finger
menacingly at him, and he made that twisting motion with his hands again.

The match was billed as Ivan the terrible versus Heidi the innocent, and the
crowd went wild when his measurements were given as six foot six three two
hundred and fifty pounds. Heidi's measurements were not the customary
measurements given, but rather the referee gave them as thirty eight twenty
six thirty six which caused the crowd to go wild again.

When the bell rang, Heidi came sauntering out to the middle of the ring
followed closely by her opponent who just stared up at her for a moment
letting the crowd see the differences in their relative sizes. Then the man
turned and made that twisting motion again which was followed by a chorus of
boos. That's when Heidi hit him on the top of his head with her fist.

He went down, but instead of getting right up immediately, he tried to lift
her leg up from his knees. She let him try for a few seconds as she put her
hands on her hips and stared down at him in a very sexy pose. He tried
seemingly with all his might to pick her leg up, but couldn't budge it. While
she yawned and feigned boredom.

Then she moved very quickly and maneuvered him into a standing head scissors.
He made a big deal about trying to pry her legs apart, but as expected he
wasn't going to get out that easy. As he continued to try and escape, she
again put her hands on her hips and then ran her hands through her hair
looking sexy as hell.

When she was done posing for the crowd, she started to walk the little man
about the ring still keeping his head trapped between her awesome thighs. He
had no choice but to crawl on all fours trying to keep up with her.

Finally, she reached down and grabbed him with just one of her hands, by the
back of his costume, and lifted him up till his little legs were moving
quickly back and forth like he was trying to run. Then she shrugged to the
crowd like he really was no trouble at all, and he wasn't.

After she let him go, and as she stood there very passively in all her female
glory, he tried to put her in a bear hug and lift her off the ground. He could
barely lift her and she easily broke the hold. Then she did the same thing to
him trapping both his arms at his side as she lifted. She twisted his small
body in her arms, as he was off the ground, making it look like she was
applying unbelievable pressure to his little body, and when she finally
released him, he held the small of his back and circuited the ring like he was
in great pain to the delight of the crowd.

For the next twenty minutes, the two of them delighted the crowd with his
clowning and Heidi's immense strength. Two of my favorite lifts were when
Heidi lifted his little body and held it completely outstretched over her
head. Of course, she then paraded him around the ring while she held him
effortlessly over her head to the cheers of the crowd.

I don't know why this was one of my favorite lifts, but it turned me on as I
watched. Heidi lay flat on her back while she lifted her uncle up using her
legs and arms as supports. She posed him for the crowd for close to two
minutes while he laid suspended above her with his legs entwined helplessly in
hers and his arms trapped as well as she supported his little body.

Finally, the act came to and end and she threw him over her shoulder and left
the ring to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. She carried him over and
introduced him to me still carrying him on her shoulder. Then she finally set
him down and they took two vacant seats at our table. Uncle Matt sat next to
Ms. Vangilder who apparently liked him very much.

Heidi sipped some water, and then asked excitedly, 'Did you like our little
performance?"

"It was fantastic," I replied.

She gave me a big smile, looked her uncle's way, and replied, "You should have
seen the act when I was nine? ... ... ... Even then I could lift him easily
and throw him around the ring."

Her uncle replied, "Too bad little girls have to grow up!"

And I answered back, "Yes, but they grow up in the most delightful ways."

Everybody laughed and Katia hit my shoulder after the remark, but she laughed.
I laughed too, but I wanted to rub my shoulder.

We joked and talked for the next fifteen minutes till Uma's bout was about to
start. Katia told me this guy was good. His record was forty eight and three
and he had actually fought for the middle weight title in the nineties.

Uma looked great as she shadow sparred in the ring. She was an athlete through
and through, and a gorgeous one at that. I remembered Ms. Vangilder telling
me, at my housewarming party, that Uma had won several gold medals when she
was very young. Too bad they didn't have women's boxing as an event or she
probably would have won more.

As I watched, Katia told me that Uma wanted to try her hand in boxing at the
next Olympics, but they probably wouldn't let her fight males.

Her opponent was about Uma's size and he was well built too. His name was
Chico and he haled from the Dominican Republic. He was getting paid handsomely
to fight here at this private club. Money that he just couldn't turn down on
the downside of his career. He didn't have an air of overconfidence about him,
but I didn't detect that he was scared either. He just looked really focused.

Ms. Vangilder leaned over and said, "This should be interesting."

I detected some worry in her voice, but Uma was one of her closest friends and
associates.

The match started off slowly as each felt the other out. There was some good
flurries in the early rounds, but no one got hurt, and I could tell the crowd
was enjoying the fight. They applauded at the end of each round. Chico was
infinitely more skilled then the boxing brothers from Stuttgart. I thought he
had a slight power edge while Uma seemed a bit faster. I didn't see much of an
advantage for either in the skills department.

In the third round, Chico landed a solid right and tried to follow it up with
some bombs which Uma deftly avoided or blocked. When the bell rang, Chico
seemed a bit frustrated and he stared back at his opponent for some time
before he moved to his corner.

Ms. Vangilder leaned over and commented, "It's always tough for the male ego
to accept what he is experiencing against a well trained female opponent."

I thought her remark was right on the money. It was difficult for a world
class male to accept that a female could be world class too.

The next five rounds were almost even, but it seemed to me that Uma's punches
were now a lot crisper than Chico's. As I watched the end of the eighth round,
I was wondering if he was tiring.

Between rounds Kate leaned over and said, "I think she'll wear him down soon."

She had seen the same thing, but she was a trained fighter herself. In the
next round, Uma landed her first extraordinary right hook followed by a solid
combination. It had Chico on the defensive the rest of the round, but when the
round ended it had clearly been the biggest round of the fight for any one
fighter.

Kate leaned over again and pointed out, "Look how he's gasping for breath and
his trainer is pouring water all over him."

I looked and saw the same things and the tell tale signs of impending doom.

Then Kate added, "I think this is Chico's last round."

I looked over at Uma, she wasn't breathing hard and she looked more determined
than ever. I knew Kate was right. Uma was my close friend but as the two
fighters answered the bell, I still felt sorry for Chico. He was a proud
fighter with great ability and he still had gas in his tank, but this could
end his career.

The round went down hill for Chico almost from the start. Uma landed a solid
punch to his face and I could see that she sensed blood. It was something the
best fighters had in common. You always tried to end it if you had a fighter
hurt.

She was all over him scoring almost at will now till she hit him with a solid
left right combination that sent him to the canvass for the first time in his
career. He got up at the count of four and stared impassively at Uma as the
ref gave him the mandatory eight count. To his credit, he took a deep breath,
touched his gloves together, and moved forward.

He moved forward right into a stiff right hook. It sent him down once again,
and when he got up he had lost all coordination. As the referee gave him the
standing eight count, his body suddenly lurched to the left, but somehow he
managed to stay on his feet. When the referee saw that, he quickly hugged him
and called for the bell.

Uma jumped triumphantly in the air. Her reactions speaking volumes about the
difficulty of this fight. Afterwards, she went over to Chico and hugged the
totally worn out and beaten fighter. While that was going on, Ms. Vangilder
leaned over again and whispered to me as if she was a bit aroused from the
fight, "Now that was a good fight! ... ... ... If that was me, I'd want him
badly right now! ... ... ... And maybe later, I'd just take him!"

I looked at her and she did seem a bit flushed in the face. I whispered back
saying, "Your comment almost makes a man want to fight you and lose!"

She laughed at my remark and then whispered in an even lower voice, "We could
never fight, and you know the truth in that, but you do interest me in other
ways."

I laughed again and that's when I thought about Katia. When I turned she was
staring at me very inquisitively.

"What were you two whispering about?" she asked.

I leaned over and whispered to her, "I just challenged Ms. Vangilder to a
match."

When she heard that she laughed long and hard before she whispered back, "I
hope you were joking because there's not ten fighters in the world who could
give her serious competition, male or female."

I absorbed the news with shock. I knew she was as capable as the rest, maybe
even more so, but that news startled me. When I looked back at Ms. Vangilder
sort of sheepishly, she gave me that regal completely self assured smile of
hers, and I knew it had to be true.

Back in the ring in a terrific gesture of sportsmanship, Chico was holding up
Uma's right hand in victory. I looked back at Ms. Vangilder and she had her
eyes closed and she was squirming around in her chair. I thought if Chico
didn't leave the ring soon, he'd be fighting another match, for his clothes,
with Ms. Vangilder.

We waited another twenty minutes for the last match to start. It was very
anticipated by everyone. Rollie looked great in her martial arts outfit as she
entered the ring, and she really looked focused too. She even did a little
routine with her hands and her breathing as her opponent entered the ring. I
was sure it was meant to psyche him out, but he barely looked over. Instead,
he did some reverse kicks trying a little psyche job of his own.

He was a Korean named Kim Jejohn, and he was not much more than five foot six
himself.

Kate had told me during the break that this man was truly world class. He had
won several international competitions recently, and was ranked second in the
world in his weight class. I wasn't sure what he was doing here and why he was
fighting a smaller woman, but the money must have been great, and Rollie had a
decent reputation of her own.

This time Ms. Vangilder leaned over and really surprised me.

"I know how good Rollie is, but she just may loose tonight ... ... .It may
have been a mistake bringing Mr. Jejohn here."

Her statement really surprised me. It was the first time I had ever seen Ms.
Vangilder doubt anything or anyone, and her statement made me afraid for
Rollie. I realized Kim had the skills to really hurt her. Maybe, even break
bones. She was just too beautiful to be marked up in any way. That would be a
sin I thought.

Both combatants were wearing gloves and they were both barefoot. Their hands
and feet were lethal weapons in this bout. They both came out with a lot of
energy bouncing up and down as they advanced.

It was Kim who landed the first blow with a right hand. It stunned Rollie and
she backed up and bowed to her opponent who bowed back. Little did I know that
was to be the last point of the night for the Korean male.

When Rollie moved forward she attacked with her hands, and she was scoring
backing her opponent up against the ropes. It was surprising that she was
using her hands because her feet were her best weapons and Kim had to know
that.

As she hit him relentlessly in the corner, I had to marvel at her quickness. I
don't think Kim ever fought anyone who moved with her grace and sheer speed. I
was focused intently, and I missed several of the blows. By this time, he was
fighting defensively just trying to survive in the corner when she grabbed his
head and kneed him in the face. I had to remind myself that it was a legal
blow.

He started to bleed and when he saw the blood he got even more desperate, and
that's when she spun around nearly one hundred and eighty degrees in the air
and hit him flush on the jaw with the heel of her foot. It was the first time
she had used her feet in the match. The blow knocked him clean out of the
ring. As the referee counted, Kim got to his feet and slowly dragged himself
back through the ropes. Rollie had backed to a neutral corner and waited for
her opponent to stand back up. She gave him some time and they both bowed
again before the match resumed.

The outcome of the match was no longer in doubt, but she kept pressing him
using both her feet and hands to score points. The blows were so loud and
devastating that I cringed every time one landed. Then she used that reverse
kick again which was right on target and Kim's body, in response, went flying
through the air spinning several times before he landed in a heap on the other
side of the ring.

I looked at Ms. Vangilder and she was not smiling anymore, and she sat upright
in her chair as she watched the trouncing. As I watched, I wondered how Kim
got back up and why the referee let the match continue. This time when she
landed several more jabs and then several more kicks, Kims face and body
landed with a thud right in front of us.

That's when Kate yelled out, "She's going to kill him!"

As Rollie walked up to the broken man, "Ms. Vangilder screamed, "ROLLIE! ...
... ... NO!"

Rollie acknowledged her boss with a gesture of her hand, and then she squatted
over the man placing him in a sleeper. The referee raised the helpless man's
arm once and somehow Kim responded. Rollie was looking directly at me while
she applied her murderous hold, and that's when she winked at me. When the
Referee raised the man's hand a second time, there was no response, and he
called for the bell. When Rollie heard the bell she released her hold
callously almost throwing the man's head away which bounced a few times on the
canvass.

As Rollie raised her hands in victory, two female attendants quickly raced
into the ring and started to look after the fallen man, one immediately
motioning for a stretcher.

Ms. Vangilder yelled to one of the attendants, "Keep me informed."

While she took the stricken man's pulse, she gave Ms. Vangilder a nod.

Heidi looked on almost stunned, and she said to the table as a whole, "I
didn't know Rollie could be so vicious."

"She was awesome," uncle Matt replied.

"She was showing off," Katia stated flatly.

"For who?" Ms. Vangilder wanted to know.

I just hung my head and kept quiet.

As we made our way to the Palayroom, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew
was that I was dead tired, and Katia and Rollie's competition over me was
intensifying.

To be continued ... ..