Dude Ranch 2 By Tom Walker Jeannie stays away, and Jane scissors Tom over the edge. "OK, Tom. Let's wrestle." The voice was Jane's. I did not rush to agree. My self-esteem was near zero level, and my body was still aching from the last encounter. It had been only two nights since Jane and Jeannie had first overwhelmed me. Jeannie had been about to give Jane a lesson in how to feel a boy's penis and get him off. While they were both holding me still (Jeannie with a stomach scissors and Jane with a top double-leg grapevine), I got so excited that I lost any semblance of control. Jeannie squeezed an orgasm out of me with her scissors in a matter of seconds, never touching my genitals, and I passed out before Jane's lesson began. By the time I came to, the night horn was sounding, and the girls left me alone, but not before they warned me that I would be targeted again as the object of their legs' power. They did this by having Jane squeeze an air mattress so hard and tight that it popped like a balloon; then, they both stood looking down at me with their knees spread, while they caressed the insides of their thighs with slow sensuous strokes. [I described all this in the story "Dude Ranch,"which was put into the library in July 1997.] "Uh, no. Not tonight. Maybe another time." "No, Tom, not another time. Tonight. What's the matter? Have you turned chicken? It's only me tonight." "Promise? Promise that Jeannie isn't hiding out there waiting to squeeze me dead again?" "Yeah. I promise." "OK. How do you want to start?" "Well, the last time you gave me first hold. Are you afraid to do that again?" Stupid, macho, prideful, I denied any fear and offered her the advantage she asked for. "OK. Let me see. I'm probably not as strong as Jeannie, but my legs are longer than hers, and I know my thighs are really hard when I flex the muscles. Let's try that stomach scissors she used on you. Sit on the edge of the bed and let me wrap my legs on you." * * * We were next to each other on the narrow bunk bed. Jane had me on my back, her long sinewy legs wrapped around my upper stomach just below the sternum. She had been squeezing me in the body scissors for almost 10 minutes, and my stomach muscles had finally collapsed completely, to the point of being unable to offer any resistance. She had only to flex her thigh adductor muscles now to make me wince with pain, her hard legs digging easily into my exhausted flesh. "It's changed between us, hasn't it, Tom, now that Jeannie showed me how to control you with my legs. My thighs are really hard--- feel how strong they are when I bear down on the pressure? You can't beat me any more in wrestling, because you can't escape my legs. Once I have you in my scissors, I can squeeze you until I sap all your strength and you have no will to do anything but obey me. It's a real mind game, and we both know that my legs will eventually win every time. You remember what Jeannie planned for you the day she and I squeezed you out? Well, I haven't done that yet. So today's the day. Take off your shorts." "I don't want to." I murmured. "I'll be too embarrassed." "This isn't about what you want, Tommy --- you don't have any choice." With that, she hardened her thighs and dug into me with three, four quick constrictions, then one long, harder one, her legs fully extended, holding the pressure until I began whimpering and gasping for breath. "OK, crybaby? Get them off, right now, or I'll keep squeezing until you run out of tears and feel like you're going to die." Shaking with sobs, I immediately complied, my trembling hands reaching down, unbuttoning my shorts and doing my best to kick them off. To compound my mortification, I had a monstrous erection, my penis rigid, swollen, quivering as if to burst. Seeing my state, Jane laughed. "Boy, you are a horny devil, aren't you? After Jeannie got you so hot last time, she told me my scissors would squeeze you out of your senses too. She was sure right. My legs have got you as excited as hers did. But I don't want to just talk you into coming like last time. I want to feel that thing and stroke it until you make like Old Faithful with it. If I build up enough pressure, maybe we can get it to shoot over your head." "No, please..." I begged. "I don't want to come." "No choice --- remember? Lie still and don't give me any shit --- unless you want to know first-hand what broken ribs feels like." She gave a quick squeeze, and I went immediately submissive. She reached down and traced her fingers along my shaft, running her nails gently and lightly down to the base, where she then softly tickled the pubic hair on my scrotum, starting low and behind the testes, then stroking slowly upward in little nibbling caresses until she reached the top of the sack in front and under the penis. "Oh God! I can't stand it --- oh, oh please, please." I was incoherent, writhing, trying to arch my body and thrust my hips, not knowing what I wanted. "Shut up and hold still. I don't want you to come yet. I want to study that thing and see what happens when I do things to you. Like, does it get harder or bigger when I squeeze my legs down tight into your belly? Let's see." With that, she suddenly bore down on her scissors with tremendous pressure. I felt my lower ribs bend inward as she completely immobilized my diaphragm, preventing me from drawing any breath. I had never been squeezed so hard, even by Jeannie, and none of the boys I had wrestled were even close. The pain was so great that I screamed, and, as I did so, I immediately lost my erection, not going completely flaccid, but losing much of the size and hardness. "Oops! I guess that wasn't such a great idea. As sexually aroused as I got you with my legs, I guess there's a pain threshold that overwhelms even the sexual urges if I squeeze you past it. Good lesson, though, for a lot of things. 'Means I can turn you off when I want to or on --- whatever I feel like, and my legs keep you helpless to do anything but obey my will. What a power trip! Time to turn on, Tommy. Don't disappoint me." She gentled me with her thigh muscles now, flexing and relaxing them in slow, sensual rhythm while her fingers went back to tickling my scrotum. She encircled my head with her arms and began to lick my neck along the line of my chin, working upward until she was at my ear, where she blew softly, then covered it entirely, her tongue jabbing and caressing. She whispered softly. "How do you feel now, Tommy? Ooh! It's working, isn't it. I've pumped you up again. Just begging for me to finish you off, I bet. God, you're pretty big for such a little guy. And that thing is smooth as silk to touch. Let's see, if I caress it just under the head, but really lightly... Oh boy, it's like a live thing, all quivering and stretching toward me like a puppy that wants to be petted. Hey, it's starting to get real, real hard; it's starting to leak. Dammit, stop it! I don't want you to come yet --- time to turn you ... off!" She tightened her scissors, digging into me and holding the pressure until she squeezed me soft again. I was shaking with fear, breathless, tearful from humiliation, my body spasming in helpless reflexive cringing, as if by animal instinct I was trying to recapture the safety of the womb, curling in fetal foldings around the sinewy bar of her thigh. "That's it, baby. Nice and soft again, so Jane can play with you some more." She eased the pressure, allowing me to breathe again. I was soft, exhausted, completely docile, waiting for her, dreading --- yet desiring --- what she might want to do to me. She reached down and stroked me hard again, circling the base of my penis tightly in one hand, pulling the skin down, stretching it reddish-purple along the length of the shaft. I arched my back, thrusting for her with my hips. Giggling, she pulled my face in tight against her small hard breasts. "OK Tommy. Tell you what. I'll take off my shirt and you can lick my nipples. If I like it, I'll let you shoot. If I don't, I'll squeeze your guts to mush between these thighs, and keep squeezing until you puke all over yourself. Here's your chance, baby --- make it good!" She tore off her shirt and guided my mouth to her nipples. I had never licked a girl's nipples before, and did not know what I was supposed to do. Fortunately, she was as inexperienced as I was, and the thrill of a new kind of touch was electric just because of its novelty. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it, at the same time flicking my tongue rapidly across the tip. The taste was wonderful, the texture like nothing I had ever known, and my own excitement increased with hers. She was breathing more rapidly, thrusting her hips against my side with each gasp, knotting and constricting her legs around me like giant ropes, no longer trying to hurt me, only trying to enmesh our bodies, to make us one. "Oooooh. Tommy, Tommy. Don't stop --- ooooh, ooooh, OOOOOOOH!" And her voice rose to an almost-scream, her body thrashing then going rigid, her legs suddenly hard, her movements jerky. She emitted a prolonged, deep sigh, then --- relaxed, the scissors pressure gone, her legs draped loosely around me, my head released from her arms. Now it happened. The night-horn sounded. She rolled off the cot, stood unsteadily over me. She reached down with her hand to my still-hard erection, leaned over and licked the tip softly and quickly. In seconds, I exploded. She smiled, turned, and strode out of the dark bunk. I could see the silhouette of her slim graceful back and those sinewy, lethal legs. She turned her head back toward me. "You were very good Tommy. I'll tell Jeannie and maybe we'll both come visit you again one of these nights." "Promise?" I replied.