Nerds Rule Part 3
Jan�s transformation from shy geek to scissor goddess is complete. Look out boys!
Hey there, this one gets a little �creative�. I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for the comments and emails.
�Nerds rule...and brother�s drool,� Jan once again announced to her trapped brother. She had been scissoring him for close to 30 minutes now, torturing him, pulsing him and squeezing him between her legs.
Slowly, she turned over to sit on top of him, his body forced to roll reluctantly with her. Jan uncoiled her triangle hold and mounted him in the familiar high and tight schoolgirl pin. She widened her knees and inserted her mound under his chin pressing his head to the carpet. She bounced a little to secure him tightly and lock him in place. Instinctually, her hands went to her waistband where she whipped out the cell phone attached with a clip. Jan preened and primped in the mirror, shooting a few photos of herself winking, flexing and giving a spirited thumbs up from atop her throne.
She put her hands on her hips and admired herself in the mirror for a moment. �Now how should we go about this...?� she asked officially while firing off a few photos of his trapped face.
Of course, her brother was stupefied. His jaw cemented in her pin, he was forced to stare up at her blankly as her phone camera�s flash filled his eyes with black spots.
�Hello?� She coaxed knowing full well that her pin had left him pretty much speechless not to mention helpless. �What�s the matter, crotch got your tongue?� She said snapping her hips in rapid succession further tightening her hold around his mug. �Got a case of lock jaw?� She teased. This time she pushed her hips slowly forward, testing the pliability of her brother�s neck as she sought to separate it from his shoulders. �Nnnnnnn,� was all he could muster through gritted teeth as Jan continued to �press� her advantage. �Well since you�re giving me the silent treatment...actually since I�m giving YOU the silent treatment�I�ll explain.�
�We can do this one of two ways,� She said matter of factly, inching back to give her brother room to open his mouth. �I can either compress your windpipe, or seal off your mouth and nose. Either way you WILL be going to sleep shortly.�
�P...p..please please...� He started to say as Jan cut him off sternly. �I�m being nice enough to give you a choice. You can either be choked or smothered. Now decide the technique and I�ll apply it.�
�I...I...I don�t know.� He mumbled. �Ugh,� She groaned in mock frustration, knowing full well that actually forcing him to decide his doom just made it even more torturous.
�You�have�two�jobs,� she barked pounding her dominant crotch against his chin accentuating every word. �Decide�and�suffer. Decide�and�suffer! � She adored punishing him this way. Slapping him with her femininity. He didn�t even deserve being slapped with her hands. No, this was way more degrading, plus it felt fantastic.
�Decide! Unless you want me to administer both!? So help me, I will knock you out once then wake you up to do it again. I can make this go on all afternoon...I�ll call it Spandex Dreams,� She said looking off into the distance making an imaginary marquee sign with her hands. �...100 ways to put your brother to sleep. Would you like that!?� she said snarling down at him.
�Ok....ok...ok...� He chirped. �Uh...s..s.s..smother...I guess.�
�Ask me...� She said with another pump. �I said ask me!� She barked again with teeth-rattling pelvic punch.
�J...Jan, will you s..s..seal off...my mouth...and...nose.�
�Oh when you say it that way,� she purred looking at his beaten face considering for a moment the ease at which she could scooch up and drop her pussy right on top of it. Just the thought made her shiver.
Lately she found herself fantasizing at night about getting one of the bullies at school in this hold, after scissoring him into total submission of course. It got to the point where was so fixated on boy-beating that it started to invade her dreams, but she didn�t mind. One night, in the deepest recesses of sleep she saw herself in the backyard working someone over. She didn�t know whom. Her brother she assumed. It was fluid, graceful and powerful. She was flowing from hold to hold locking in, squeezing and gaining submission after submission. She felt the boy�s body. It was bendable, weak and compliant as she stuffed every part of him tightly between her thighs. Finally, when he was as limp and impotent as a dishrag, she mounted him for a high schoolgirl pin. Only now she was wearing a long summer dress and she was on the floor in the back of her empty homeroom. It was after school, the late sun shining through the windows. The head of her beaten opponent lay under her skirt. She felt herself inch forward to brace his chin with her crotch. She pumped it a few times, arching her back and watching through the classroom window as the last kids headed home from soccer practice. Slowly she pulled back her dress expecting to see her brother�s familiar face staring up at her. Only it wasn�t him. It was Billy Francis, notorious asshole and consummate school bully. At first she was frightened, but when she saw his helpless face sandwiched between her thighs, she knew she had already won. It was he she had broken in her scissor holds, and now he was at her mercy.
�Not so tough now,� she said to him with her hands folded across her chest. �No�� he said flatly up to her. �I never was�� She nodded as if she had known all along. Suddenly she heard hushed whispering. She looked up and saw that her whole homeroom was lined up outside the windows leaning in and watching the spectacle. They were in awe. �Is this detention?� One of her classmates asked. �No, it�s retribution.� She heard herself answer. Jan widened her hips and pumped his throat with her hips displaying him for the crowd. Balling up her fist, she brought it close to the bridge of his nose.
�Apologize!� she said to him. �Apologize to all of them!�
�I can�t move,�� he said meekly up to her. �I know,� she responded with a smirk. �I did this to you.�
�Those aren�t yours.� Said a voice suddenly from the crowed. Jan looked down to find that her plain cotton underwear where replaced with a black-laced silken panties. �I�ve changed,� she responded unsure of who had spoken but feeling proud nonetheless. �It�s ok though. It will be better with a woman in charge. I promise.�
�You�re ruining me.� Interrupted Billy from between her legs, his chin now encased in silk. Jan laughed at his pathetic state. She looked over her shoulder to find that there was no longer a body sticking out from under her skirt. His legs and torso had disappeared and now she was only sitting on a neck and head �You?� She winked down at him, �You are NOTHING.� And with a proud smile she slowly lowered the hem of her skirt over his face. At the last minute he screamed out �I�m sorry!!!!� and the crowd erupted in cheer. Jan flexed for them and quivered her hips to rub in her victory.
As the revelry continued Jan heard a loud whisper coming from the classroom door. It was her favorite guidance counselor Miss Thomas, a lifelong nerd herself, and steady ear for all of Jan�s woes over the year. She gave Jan a bright thumbs up.
�I can�t stay, but I just wanted to say that I�m so proud of you. Now go ahead and take what�s yours!� Jan gave her a confused look, unsure of what she meant exactly. �THEY won�t know the difference,� continued her guidance counselor motioning to the cheering crowd. �It�s your tent, you can do whatever you want with whoever�s in it.�
Jan looked down at her skirt spread before her lap and knew exactly what Miss Thomas was referring to. She lifted herself up imperceptibly, brought her pussy right down on Billy Francis� face and started to rub. Good heaven�s it was divine! She was pleased to see, that the cheering student body at the windows kept on partying unaware that Jan was now pumping her victim�s nose and mouth.
�That�s it!� cried Miss Thomas. �Oh wait,� she said digging in to her pocket. �Let me blow my rape whistle for poor Billy, Ha!� She pulled out a silver whistle and began to blow it in mock panic. Tweet tweet tweet it went.
�Help! Help! A nerd is humping my face!� she said with a belly laugh. Tweet tweet tweet she went down the hallway blasting the whistle. Jan picked up the pace riding with a vengeance. Suddenly a spasm of pleasure jolted Jan awake. The tweet of the rape whistle was replaced with the beep, beep beep of her alarm clock. Jan milked the last moments of her nocturnal adventure and then reached down to pull out a pillow from between her thighs. �Jesus, how did that get there?� She thought to herself un-wedging the squashed pillow. �God what a dream. So vivid and so�hot!� Jan reluctantly peeled herself out of bed. All day long she couldn�t help but stare at Billy Francis at school imagining what it would be like to cream his face.
But, back to the task at hand, which was finishing off her pathetic brother. With cat quickness, Jan popped up to her feet and stood astride him. �Get up on all fours please...� She commanded. When her brother was slow to move Jan lifted her foot up and brought her heel down on his solar plexus. �OOOOFFFFF!� he cried curling in to a ball, but with Jan there was no rest for the weary.
�Lets go. Up on all fours like a dog.� She said twirling her fingers as if prompting him to do a trick. Jan stood astride him hands on his hips, as he slowly rolled underneath her. �Present that back to me. I want those ribs for lunch!� She hissed.� Slowly and deliberately Jan sat down on his lower back and coiled her leggy hooks around his waist and floating ribs. With a clap of the hands and a slight twist of her powerful hips, she rolled him to the side and on top of her gracefully snaking her arms around his neck in a classic rear-naked choke, one of the foundations of her jiu jitsu repertoire
She loosened her arms just enough to hold him in place then went to work on his ribs. She wanted to shut him down in 2 stages. She waited for him to inhale, his lung ballooning up. And then on the exhale she compressed his rib cage with her legs.
�Huhhhhhhunnn� went her brother as he felt her muscular legs ratchet down on him. In her studies Jan had read about the African anaconda and it�s unique ability to slowly constrict its prey. Each time its victim breathed, the anaconda would tighten on the exhale until the poor animal had no room left to inflate its lungs. Now, that poor animal happened to be her brother. Just as weak and foolish as a wild pig that wonders into a snake pit.
�Huuuuunnnn.� He went expelling more of his precious air and allowing Jan to narrow his torso just a bit more. �Mmmm, I could torture you for hours,� She cooed sweetly into his ear. �Mom�s just down the hall too. All you have to do is scream for her and you�ll be saved...go ahead scream.� Jan flexed her arms and legs around his body. �Go head scream...scream for mommy�
What came out was the most pitiful wisp of a sound Jan ever heard. Half squeak half rasp. It barely reached the closed door of her room. �Haaaaa! She laughed loudly in his ear. �So sad! I guess you�re stuck. No one can hear you but me�
Jan took her time inch-by-inch, breath by breath collapsing her hapless brother. After several painful breaths she had him compacted and on the verge of blacking out. Perfect. With such a minuscule amount of air going in and out of him, a child could smother him out. Jan wiped some sweat from her brow to moisten her hand then gently placed it over his mouth and nose and sealed it shut.
Jan�s brother was in sheer agony, mummified by his sister. He felt himself slipping in to the ether, but his horrible sister had actually parted her fingers allowing a sliver of air to come in. All he wanted to do was pass out and be done with it, but his body involuntarily gulped it down, �Oh God, how long can she prolong this?� He thought in despair. Just as he was about to slip peacefully into the abyss for the 4th or 5th time he heard his sister�s voice up close and intimate, so close that he could feel her breath in his ear.
�Hey big brother� she whispered. �Take a look up...up there.� His eyes focused, and that�s when he saw it. A small sign taped to the ceiling that read �Gotcha!�
�That awful, awful bitch,� he thought to himself. There�s no limit to her desire to torture his body and mind. The thought, effort and planning it must have taken to create these cruel mockeries just for him. He truly was in hell. His eyes now darted across the ceiling finding more and more signs pasted at various angles. No doubt meant to cover all the possible places he might find himself on his back in her room
�Just a little extra fuck you from your little sister when I lay you out in my dojo,� Said Jan laughing in his ear.
And indeed there was a sign with the simple message �Fuck you!� taped to the ceiling. There were single word messages �Suffer!� �Beg!� and �Loser!� along with other mind tortures like �You deserve this!� �No way out!� �Deal with it!� and of course �Nerds Rule!� All emphatically finished with an exclamation point – a declaration of Jan�s anger, vengeance and thirst for dominion over her brother. Then there were more intimate insults that cut right to his already destroyed manhood and reinforced the fact that this was indeed a powerful young woman doing this to him. �Suck Spandex!�, �Kiss it!� and �Full facial!� to name a few. And then there was the graphically sadistic, �Feels so good ;)� Complete with emoticon wink. Well that was just about all his fragile ego could take. He started to cry, uncontrollably as best as his body could muster. Silently through crushed ribs and sealed mouth, long tears streamed down his face and on to his sister�s stifling hand. Of course it sent electric tingles all up and down Jan�s taught body.
�Oh magnificent!� She beamed. �Go ahead and cry for me big boy, cry your little eyes out. Cry because you know it�s never going to end, because you know I�m going to have my legs around your throat tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. Cry for your pathetic life. Cry for the ass you�ve kissed and for all the ass I�m going to make you kiss in the future. Cry, and when you can�t cry any longer I�ll make the crying stop and the drooling start.�
Jan held him there for a good 5 minutes as her brother blubbered away in her unescapably embrace. She stroked his hair tenderly whilst at the same time crushing his ribs sadistically. �That�s it, let it out,� She consoled. �You�re a slave now. You�ve got lots to cry about.� As his sniffles subsided and the last vestiges of his energy drained, Jan clamped down ever so slowly on her 2 perfect holds. Slowly his eyelids flopped, the burning in his guts magically evaporated and his arms hung to the sides knuckles scrapping the carpet. With a smile she mercifully put him to sleep.
Wanting to fully anesthetize him, Jan tensed her legs and crushed his mouth and nose with both hands for a good 30 seconds longer than normal. She wanted him deep, deep under. She shook him like a limp lab rat, and when she was sure he was sedated she slowly uncoiled herself from him and plopped him on his side. �God that was a satisfying KO,� she thought to herself standing up and shaking out her muscular legs. �I�m a little light headed myself.�
Using her foot, Jan gloatingly flipped her brother to his back, his head rolled on her soft carpet. True to form, he was out cold mouth agape with a slick line of drool running down his face. �Tee-hee.� It always made her giggle. Jan studied him, her gaze focusing on the wet hole in the center of his stupid face. Carefully, she stepped up by his head, lifted her foot, arched it and inserted her big toe into his welcoming mouth. �Mmm, that is a wonderful sensation,� She remarked to herself. She lifted her long leg up and down, dipping her big toe in and out, essentially fucking his mouth. She buried it deep, tickled his tongue then pulled it out, only to stroke it in and out some more.
The warmth and wetness mixed with his humiliation and her total and complete dominance. Jan decided that she wasn�t going to stop until he regained consciousness. He wanted him to wake up with her tonsil-deep in his mouth.
She caught herself in the mirror, pegging him and noticed the huge camel toe she had developed in the crotch of her volleyball shorts. No doubt from the long, cinching hold she had just applied. It made her giggle again. �Haaa, it�s so cheesy, but kinda sexy,� she thought. �Whatcha looking at boy? Let me take you to your knees for a closer peek ha ha ha ha!�
Right then and there Jan made two firm decisions. One, it was time to let her best friends in on her little hobby. The girls needed to see this in full detail. It would be a full disclosure with a thorough demonstration. And two�she needed to fill that camel toe with an unwitting nose! Dear brother was totally scissored, stuffed and mounted. It was time to take the hunt to the big boys.
�Nerds rule,� she said aloud, as her awakening brother began to gag on her toe. �Nerds fucking rule!�
to be continued�