Under Her Apron pt.2
By gnicholas74@yahoo.com
The trap is sprung capturing more than one prey. 


This is the next and final segment of the "Under Her Apron Series". Instead of
breaking it up, I rolled it out in one long story. Enjoy.

Dressed in her Sunday best calf length dress, heels and tight fitting 50's
housewife blouse, Donna watched from her window as the athletic teen
dismounted her bike and threw down her backpack. The girl ruffled through some
things, took out an energy drink and scanned a piece of paper.

"You got it kid, this is the right house all right." Donna thought to herself
warily thumbing the pearls around her neck. The girl popped the kickstand on
her bike and performed a few stretches. Donna watched as the girl stood wide
legged bending over at the waist to stretch her hamstrings. She took in
Kelly's shapely strong legs, powerful butt and defined shoulders and arms. She
was probably as tall as her son Bradley, but she looked like a growing cheetah
compared to her ectomorphic son.

"My poor Bradley doesn't stand a chance," she thought to herself. The image of
him being lured, trapped, subdued and humiliated by those legs was almost too
much for her to bear. "No, it has to be done," she told herself firmly. "He
has to learn. We're sticking to the plan. I hope Kelly remembered to bring
what I gave her."

A few days after Bradley's defiant uprising, Donna hit upon the idea of using
a surrogate to whip him into shape. The plan was to use a hired female gun to
take him down and really put him through his paces. She wanted him broken,
humiliated and dominated in his own home, in the place he felt most safe.
Then, after he had been demolished, Donna would come to his rescue, admonish
the girl, and Bradley would be forced once again cling to her. After his
trouncing, he would have a newfound respect for women and he would be
eternally grateful to his superhero mother. It sounds like a half-baked idea
doesn't it? Well she couldn't put him under own ass, she would kill him and it
just wouldn't be rightÉso this was the next best thing.

The challenge was finding the right girl in Bradley's peer group. Donna
consulted her college friend Joan who ran a few all-female Judo classes in
town. Joan had taught her own niece how to put a bullying stepbrother under
her thumb by first putting him in between her legs. The stories about Joan's
niece and her insatiably scissoring were legendaryÉ.

Anyway, it gave Joan the idea to help women. She was turning out a whole crop
of confident, strong-legged, liberated young women who had the power to turn
the tables on most boys and men. Over coffee, Donna shared with Joan her plan.
Joan's eyes instantly lit up. She had the perfect candidate Ð Kelly.

Kelly wasn't your ordinary student. Unlike most of the girls, Kelly didn't
come in with a lack of self-confidence or submissive nature. She was just the
opposite. Constantly in trouble at school and at home, her desperate mother
thought martial arts might be a good outletÉand man was she right. Joan saw a
lot of Kelly in herself and because she came from a poor, working class part
of town she gave Kelly discounted lessons. She was amazingly athletic and
strong and she showed a "fondness" for taking it to the boys. Perhaps her own
two brothers and the boys at school were the most pleased that Kelly was
finding a safe outlet for her female aggression. They had been kicked, hit,
choked and yes squeezed by her relentlessly. Kelly new coming in that her legs
were great weapons to use on the boys, it was instinctual. She was constantly
slipping them around her brother's heads as they sat watching TV
unsuspectingly. She was proud of the fact that she one time got Billy in a
headlock and Ryan in a head scissor and made them both sing, "Marry had a
little lamb". It was stuff like that that really turned her on. The problem
was her mother was getting angry calls from other parents saying that she did
this and did that, and when she sent some kid home with a broken rib from a
vicious body scissor that lasted for a whole hour behind the school, it was
the last straw. She had the kid face down, licking dirt while she propped
herself up on her elbow to the side and tortured his torso without remorse.

Joan took her under her wing and honed her skills. She taught her that there
was a time and place for everything and that when a fellow student slapped the
mat, it was time to let them out. And boy, was it a slap-fest. She had the
boys tapping out left and right, singing sweet submissions from between her
legs. When Donna met with her, she instantly fell in love. Like-minded women
did think alike no matter what the age difference.

"So, like how far do you want me to take it?" asked Kelly as they sat hatching
the plan.

"All the way," replied Donna in a sobering tone.

"Really? I have your permission? I've never taken it 'all the way'," said
Donna using finger quotations. "I think about it all the time, but am too you
knowÉembarrassed or afraid I'll get in trouble".

"Listen Kelly, I want you to use all the means at your disposal and I want you
to use what makes you a femaleÉa decidedly dominant femaleÉ to punish him.
It's how you can affect true change. It's our secret and or gift. Joan has it.
I have it and you, my little judo friend, have it."

Donna sat thinking about the last few days as she watched Kelly drop down into
an amazing split on the front lawn; the humiliating lesson she had taught
Bradley's friend Garry under her apron, the insolent outburst followed by the
sullen, silent treatment Bradley had been giving her all week and the trap
Donna had now sprung in an effort to once again gain control of her boy and
her household. Kelly bounced on the balls of her running sneakers, threw a few
high kicks in the air and then she was ready. The young cheetah crept to the
backyard.

It was Donna's intention not watch the slaughter. She would peek periodically
out the kitchen window making sure everything was ok and listening for
Bradley's eventual screams for help. She couldn't watch, she just couldn't.
She plopped down in front of the TV, but when she heard the drone of the lawn
mower shut off she couldn't help but race to the kitchen windowÉ

"Um, who are you?" said Bradley curiously staring at the tall girl in his
backyard.

"No one," said Kelly awkwardly. She'd been in tons and tons of fights but she
never had to just go up and start one, especially with a skinny shy kid like
this. It felt unnatural.

"You suck at mowing the lawn," She said cringing at how lame her insult
sounded.

"Huh?" said a confused Bradley.

"You suck, wimp. Wanna fight?" she continued with her stilted dialogue.

"Huh? No not really." Replied Bradley.

Ugh, she rolled her eyes. This was such a forced encounter. "Screw it, I'll
just start," she thought as she walked up to him and threw a side-kick right
into his gut, doubling him over. For an instant she felt sorry for him, but
when he looked up with his wounded and pitiful eyes she snapped into tigress
mode. Her thirst to pounce on the weaker boy kicked in.

Donna winced when she saw the kick connect from her window. She couldn't hear
exactly what was said, but she saw the sudden and violent initiation. "Oh my
God, Oh my GodÉI can't watch," she said audibly, scurrying from the window.
"Give it some time. Go sit down and watch TV". She sat flipping the channels
and wouldn't you know it nature show came on.

"This young female lioness learns how to stalk her prey. Some day she will
grow into a skilled hunterÉ" said the announcer in a thick British accent.

Donna raced back to the window and gasped when she saw Kelly's legs wrapped
around Bradley's head in a tight figure four. It was really happening. It was
all really happening. She was pulling back that heel like she was trained,
cranking it into his throat snapping her hips for extra power. She was
mesmerized. She could see Kelly's lips moving and wanted desperately to hear
what the girl was saying.

"How's that feel?" Kelly barked down at the trapped boy. "Can't breath?
Getting dizzy?" This was too easy. The kid was so meek. He thrashed his legs
around grunting and groaning. She snapped her hips forcing his head down while
collapsing his throat with her calf feeling her legs harden around his soft
neck. She released the hold, stood up and over him, grabbed an arm and fell
back into a nasty arm bar. Bradley's thin elbow joint lay stretched at Kelly's
crotch. She slammed one of her legs down on his stomach then jolted up on the
joint. It was one of her favorite things to do, alternate the pain sources.
She even twisted a finger here and there for good measure.

"I could break your arm right now," she hissed. "Or how bout a finger? How
about both?" She slammed her leg down on his ribs. "I asked you a question
loser!"

"Please dÉdon't break it," he cried out. "Why are youÉ?"

"Beg me!" she said cutting him off. "Beg me not to break your arm." Kelly had
no intention of doing it, but boy did she love the begging. She loved the
immediate gratification and total control. A thrust of her pelvis and the
sweet, pleading words poured out. She could sit here all day in the high
fenced back yard torturing the boy being serenaded by his cries for mercy.

"Please don'tÉplease don't. I beg you! I BEG you," cried Bradley.

"Kiss my fucking sneaker, or I'll bust it," she said placing the sole of her
shoe over his face. Bradley immediately started kissing. "God he's easy," she
thought. "He's like a puppy."

"Use your tongue, fucker!" she said with a twist of a finger. She smiled as
she saw his pink tongue make contact with the bottom of the shoe. She heard it
scrape along the ridges of her traction and it made her smile. She rewarded
him with an elbow-jarring jolt from her pelvis. Kelly had already planned out
a bit of a routine in advance and she wanted to check off all the boxes.
Releasing the arm and rolling backward, she got to her feet and quickly
splashed her body down on top of him snaking her legs through his.

"Ever been grapevined before, huh?" She sang down to him. Gabbing his wrists
and securing them to the ground, she spread her legs wide taking him with her.

"I'm gonna split you, wimp. Split you wide open" she snarled. Bradley screamed
bloody murder, which only served to egg her on further. She started thrusting
her young hips, jack hammering him in the ribs. "YouÉjustÉshouldn'tÉtalkÉto
strangeÉgirls," She said timing her words to her thrusts.
"YouÉneverÉknowÉwhatÉkindÉof whackosÉareÉout there," She slammed him a few
more times silently, listening to him grunt in unison. She was starting to
feel that familiar tingle.

She lowered her face was inches from his. "Or maybe you just wanna kiss me?"
she mocked. "Huh. Let's kiss and make up." She puckered her full lips and
brought them close. "I don't kiss people who lick shoes, asshole!" She said
suddenly, arching up to split his skinny legs even wider.

"Open your mouth," she commanded. When Bradley refused she trapped both his
hands with one of hers and wrapped the other around his throat. "I said open
your mouth. I want to give you a gift."

Bradley opened wide and Kelly made a big hocking sound. "Keep it open!" she
warned making a big production out of it. She then let a slow loogie drop into
the back of his throat. "Mmm, how's that taste?" She loved the oral
humiliation. Getting a boy to eat, lick, suck or chew on anything gross was a
real thrill for her. She once made a boy swallow a nickel for calling her a "5
cent ho". Sitting on the back of his neck, she pulled his head back and
inserted the coin. "Here's your 5 cent ho," she said as she bounced on the
back of his head for the delight of her friends.

Well, the hocker was about it for Bradley. He coughed and gagged then came the
waterworks, big wet ones

"There!" cheered Kelly gleefully. "That's what I like to see! Cry for me baby,
cry! Guess what?" she said getting right down to his ear, "You can cry all you
want. I'm not letting you go." The realization only made the tears come
harder. Kelly playfully licked a salty stream off his check.

From her window, Donna marveled at the girl's skill, prowess and sheer mean
streak. It takes a certain type of sadist to torture a defenseless boy like
that. And defenseless he was. Bradley hadn't the slightest inkling how to
defend himself. "Poor dear doesn't know what's happening. He's experiencing a
pain and humiliation he's never imagined before, one that could only be
administered by a woman"

She was mesmerized by the girl's healthy skin, and fantastic muscle tone. She
just glowed compared to Bradley's scrawny frame. As the girl spin around on
the prostrate Bradley and trapped his head in a reverse head scissor, Donna
become very aware of her breathing. "Oh my, the reverse, I love this scissor,"
she thought to herself. Donna studied the position of the bodies, the girl's
round ass clamping Bradley's head into place, her shorts riding higher up her
hips exposing the fold of her rump and the back of her crotch, her long legs
shooting out the back, sneakers locked all but impossible to pry apart. She
watched Bradley's hands feebly search for a way out which amounted to him
basically pawing and rubbing the young girl's derriere. Kelly looked proudly
back over her shoulder at her helpless victim. She stopped to re-scoop
grabbing his head with her hand and her foot. She packed him in tighter so
that Bradley could get a mouth and nose full of the determined teen ass.
Donna's hands started to slip down to her hips. She imagined taking the girl's
place feeling the skull like a coconut between her hungry thighs. Asshole
sealed nose, back of crotch sealed mouth as the victim was slowly put to
sleep. It was divine. She pressed herself against the countertop and started
to rub. She peered through a slant in the curtains feeling very much the
voyeur trying to make out what Kelly was mouthing to her beaten sonÉ

"I know you can't hear me right now, because your ears are clamped in my
thighs, but even though your face feels really good buried in my ass,"
whispered Kelly "I'm gonna knock you out so that I can go grab my Gatorade.
Night little BradleyÉnight."

Kelly tensed her glutes and thighs. After a few minutes she saw Bradley's
hands fall away from her cheeks, the telltale signs that he was in dream land.
She unclenched her legs and let his head fall with a thud to the grass. She
sat back behind him and tapped lightly at his sleeping face. He was cute
actuallyÉin that puppy dog kinda way. She tweaked his nose and

Kelly stood up, and bounded off to the side of the house to retrieve her
drink. She sauntered back over to the sleeping form and stood astride it in a
show of ownership. She nudged the boy's head to the side and placed her foot
flatly on his cheek pressing the side of his face into the grass. Hand on hip,
she chugged her drink letting a few drops slide down her cheek. Although there
was no set time, she wondered where Miss Clark was and how long she wanted her
to continue. Kelly was happy to keep going along all day.

Suddenly, something caught her attention. It was a slight curtain movement in
what looked like the kitchen. She peered out, then saw a form move past. "Hmm
has to be Miss Clark," she thought shrugging. "She said she was going to be
inside waiting, but I didn't think she was gonna watch. I wonder if she's in
there getting her Jollies? Shit, I'd watch me. I look fantastic," she said to
herself, widening her victory stance, jutting out her hip and smiling towards
the houseÉ

Donna moved back from the window holding her breath. Did Kelly see her? "Oh
what's the matter with me? I shouldn't be watching. This is my Bradley and
he's being taken apart out there. Why am I getting so aroused? Is that wrong?
I must look away. Must look away!" But Donna didn't look away. She instead
raced to the living room and returned to a different window. This time she
reached down under her long dress and slid a throw pillow up and wedged it
tightly between her tingling thighs. She squeezed imaging that she had a head
of her own trapped in the sweet spot.

"Well if she wants a showÉ" thought Kelly with a smirk. Kelly recapped the
Gatorade and tossed it to the side. Bradley was showing signs of life and she
wanted to keep in schedule. "Slight detour though," she thought as she removed
her foot from his face and knelt down over the flattened boy.

"PÉpÉpleaseÉno more," said a newly conscious Bradley. He had never been
knocked out before and certainly never in such a humiliating way.

"YÉyÉyes more," she said mocking him. "That last hold always gives me a
wedgie. Do me a favor and pick it out for meÉwould you please."

Bradley just stared up silently. "Pick the wedgie out or I will give you an
atomic one. You know what that is?"

A sudden fear came over Bradley and he reached up with trembling hands toward
the form kneeling over him. Kelly swiftly knocked his hands down. "Not with
your hands, with your teeth, stupid!" she barked. When Bradley didn't move she
clapped her hands, "Ok do you want the waist band over your head or what?"

Kelly moved up and and knelt astride his upper chest. She folded her arms
proudly across her chest. "You pushed it in there kinda deep." He had never
been so afraid of anything in his life except for when his Mom laid into him
down in the basement last week. Now crying for the second time, he picked his
head up slowly and opened his mouth when he was met with a sudden smack to the
face.

"Pervert!" Kelly snapped, "You're so not worthy!" She popped up on her feet
laughing at her trick. She began to pepper him with kicks to his sides and
legs. Bouncing up and down, like a prizefighter she popped him on the ribs and
legs. "Roll over," she barked. "On your belly" Bradley lumped over onto his
gut. She splashed down onto the small of his back and pulled back on his head.
She quickly brought his hands back too, fixed them atop her knees and pulled
back in a back-breaking Boston crab.

"Boston Crab dude! Just like on TV," she sang out. Aware that she might have a
secret admirer in the kitchen Donna played to the crowd by fishhooking
Bradley's mouth. She pulled his cheeks apart in a grotesque grin. This was so
above and beyond and just added to the already cruel hold.

Donna was amazed at the ingenuity and will it took to apply the torturous
touches to the hold. She squeezed the head (I mean pillow) sending waves of
pleasure through her body. She watched as Kelly released the hold sending her
son face down in the grass. Kelly took the opportunity to push down the back
of his head mashing his face into the turf. Of course, the next move was to
leap frog up and sit on the back of his head, which Kelly naturally did. She
bounced hands on hips her hair bobbing at her shoulders. She took a moment to
grind herself back and fourth which probably felt as good to her as it did
badly for poor Bradley. That was the beauty of being a boy-beater. Their pain
was your pleasure. It was the mantra of the femme warrior. While they ate
grass you got off! It was all gong so swimmingly well, just as planned, but
Donna was not prepared for what she saw nextÉ

Kelly sat back from the boy's head and on to the middle of his back. She
pulled his arms down to his sides and tucked them in with her knees and thighs
essentially trapping him and leaving him unable to defend is head. She pulled
back on his melon stroking his hair and face, making cooing sounds. "Poor
baby. Not what you thought your day was going to turn out like, huh? I want
you to remember this. I want you to remember me!" she said forcefully.

Then, with a raised eyebrow she did the extraordinaryÉ

Donna watched in shock as the girl sat up slightly and slipped a finger just
inside the leg of her tight fitting shorts, tracing the edge of her crotch.
With her other hand she yanked Bradley's head back painfully and wiped the
musky finger across his mouth and lips anointing him with her intimate
perspiration. Donna gripped the wall and moaned in pleasure. Kelly went back
and traced out another line of feminine elixir and with a smug grin, rubbed it
into Bradley's nose making sure to get it nice and good up his nostrils.
Bradley probably had no idea what was going on above him, all he knew was that
she was wiping some pungent stuff on his face. Donna, by this time had
squeezed a small rip into the side of her throw pillow and the site of
feathers falling down from under her long dress was enough to break her
stride. "Damn it!" she yelled reaching up to grab the sadly beaten pillow from
between her legs. "What did I do to deserve that?" the flattened pillow seemed
to say to her. Donna huffed to retrieve her dustpan.

Kelly finally picked out her own wedge and sat back down. "That should stay
with you for a while," she said to the thoroughly beaten and baffled Bradley.
"Time to finish you off with some schoolgirling." She said with a clap of her
hands. She of course meant some schoolgirl pinning. She half-nelsoned the
completely compliant Bradley over on his back then crawled up into position.
If at all possible she finished every fight with a schoolgirl pin. It left no
doubt as to whom the winner was, and it gave you a great opportunity to put
your junk in someone's face.

"Welcome to the schoolgirl pin, loser. Time to dance on your throat until you
say Mommy." With that she scooted up bracing her crotch against his chin. She
spread her knees wide pinning his arms. With her hands on her hips she began
to pump his throat plastering his head to the grass.

"Unnnnn!!" bleated Bradley his jaw clamped shut with the force of her pubic
bone.

"Unnn!!! Unnnnn! Unnnnn!" he chanted.

"That's right, suffer in my pin babyÉsuffer". It was of course heavenly for
Kelly. The pain for them, pleasure for you principal was at it its best here.
She pumped and braced, fast and slow. Some girls saw the pin as a time to
rest. Kelly liked to keep it active.

"You gonna cry for me again? Cry for me, cry for Momma!" she said staring down
it him with her brilliant green eyes, the crotch of her shorts pounding his
quivering chin. She eased back a bit so he could formulate a few words. "You
home all alone? No one hear to save you huh? She said pumping into his chin,
knowing full well she was goading him into crying out. Bradley had reached the
breaking point. As much as he hated having his mother see him like this, he
couldn't take one second more of this she-demon smiling down at him, breathing
in her wretched scent.

"Maaaaaaa," he croaked weakly.

"That's it babyÉcry for Mommy," she said pumping him again trying to separate
his head form his shoulders.

"Moooooommm! He yelled louder. "Mom! Mom!" he began to wail now desperate for
salvation. Kelly allowing him to send out his SOS then pounding him with a
teeth rattling punch from her crotchÉ

Inside, Donna dropped her dustpan and stood erect. "That is it," she thought.
"He's calling out for me."

"Mom! Back here! Help me! Get her off of me!...Please!" came the cries. Donna
adjusted her skirt and blouse, primped her hair. She wanted to be Florence
Nightingale racing to his rescue. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick,
smacked her lips and headed for the side door.

Kelly started pumping rhythmically, working up a lather inside of her, feeling
it start in her belly and spread to her thighs. It was a ferocious and
beautiful monster building up inside of her, the beast yearning for relief.

"Mommy! Help me Mommy!" Continued Bradley now succumbing to full infantilism.
"That's right kid brig your mommy out her so she can see me cum all over your
chin," thought Kelly rhythmically riding him her shorts getting wetter and
wetter

"Mommy Make it stop! Make it stop!"

Kelly grabbed hair. "Fuck yea this is it!" she screamed down at him, humping
his throat. "Gonna cream you! Put my mark on you!" She was about to explode
when she heard a voice that made her jumpÉ.

"The hell is going on back here?!" said a man's voice. Kelly jumped back to
Bradley's chest, startled, confused embarrassed but mostly pissed as hell.

"Wha!!!?" She blurted out.

"I said what the hell is going on back here!?" repeated the guy. Kelly flashed
back to an hour earlier. It was the dude with the hose she rode past, gave her
a sketchy smile. "What the fuck!? She screamed in her head.

"Uh we were just fightingÉplaying and IÉwasÉwinning" Kelly was at a loss for
words. The guy shook his head and chuckled to himself. "ChristÉ" he snickeredÉ

"No, no, no this was not right," thought Donna to herself as she walked
through the back yard. "What is he doing here?" she glared at the third party
standing there. It seemed that all the commotion brought Jack, the ignoramus
neighbor from up the street. He was standing there spectating.

"Come on Bradley, be a man. Don't let yourself get beaten up by a girl. Just
push her off," he said shaking his head and laughing at the pathetic site.
"You gotta learn to defend yourself kid."

"Back off mister. You don't know what's happening here!" spat Kelly from her
seat focusing on the intruder. Bradley lay quietly and submissively under her.

"Listen little girl, don't talk to me like that. I'm not a scrawny kid and you
happen to be beating up my neighbor's son, ok? So you've had your fun, now
it's time to get off." With that, he advanced on Kelly and tried to grab her
wrist.

"Don't touch me man, unless you want to take is place. I'm not afraid of you."
She responded twisting her arm away from his clutch.

"Whoa, whoa what's going on here?" cried Joan arriving to the scene. She was
obviously flustered now that with this wrench thrown into her plans.

"This white trash little girl, is beating up your boy and I was just about to
end it. Come on let's go," he ordered once again trying to dismount Kelly. She
stood up and shoved him hard, taking him by surprise.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Joan said getting in between them. "Now who are you young
lady?" She said still trying to continue the ruse. "And why are you hurting my
boy?"

"Listen you little bitch, get out of our neighborhood before I call the cops,"
yelled Jack over Joan.

"Now hold on Jack, there's no need to talk to her like thatÉandÉ" Just then,
Bradley got to his feet and took the opportunity to flee. "Bradley wait a
minute!" she yelled after him but it was too late. "Great. Just great!" she
sighed and motioned with a nod of her head for Kelly to get after him.

"Jack, I don't appreciate you coming over like this. This is a personal
issueÉ"

"Hey Donna," he said throwing up his arms. "I heard something, I came over and
your kid's getting beat up by some girl," he retorted disdainfully. "I just
wanted to help."

"I always thought you were an ok guy, but you are really spiteful towards
women you know that Jack?" said Donna turning on him. "I will not tolerate
that kind of disrespect especially in my back yard!"

"What does that have to do with ANYTHING for Christ's sake. You want to raise
some pussy son who can't even handle a girl, fine be me," he said throwing up
his arms again.

That was it. Her ire had reached its zenith. She decided right there that she
was going to initiate a fight the same way Kelly had with Bradley. Why not, he
was in the perfect position. With a calm smile on her face that masked her
intentions she took two steps towards Jackie-boy who grew wide-eyed as she
approached. One, two, WHAM! Donna kicked her leg up, skirt flying and made
perfect contact with his solar plexus the bulk of her foot and shin sinking
deep into his gut.

"UGGHHFAA!" moaned Jack, doubling over, clutching his stomach and staggering
back. The shock of her action having as much an impact on him as her well
placed kick. "Surprise!" thought Donna smiling to herself, "yes,
thatÉjustÉhappened".

With Jack stumbling back, Donna measured her approach again, this time eyeing
his exposed chest. One, two and WHAM! She sent her kick at him
Rockettes-style, her wide skirt once again making room for her long muscular .

Jack's moth opened, but nothing came out. Donna instantly recognized the site
of a man who had just had the wind knocked out of him. Jack flopped to the
ground like a guppy gasping for air. Donna watched as he rolled over to his
stomach and got up to his hands and knees, crawling for daylight.

"Where do you think you're going?" Donna said coolly approaching him. She
could see that his position had brought him past the side of the house. From
their vantage point, they could see Jack's house down the road. Jack's wife
Anne had come out to the front lawn looking for him. She searched for him up
and down the street, hands on hips as if looking for a lost child. The garden
hose lay unraveled and abandon at her feet.

"Not so fast, my little nosy neighbor," cooed Donna as she grabbed a handful
of Jack's hair. "Your wife will have to wait. I'm not through with our
conversation." Jack reached out desperately towards the direction of his wife.
Unable to speak, he croaked in vain as Donna yanked him back out of view and
into the privacy of her yard. Donna had pulled him up to his feet letting
their momentum carry them backward to the ground. She widened her legs and let
him fall back on top of her, enveloping him and wrapping her strong arms
around his neck in a sleeper-choke hold. Her legs swung around his sides and
viciously scissored him in place. She had him in a classic rear naked choke,
the submission hold of choice for many ultimate fightersÉonly there was to be
no quick tap out here in her backyard arena. Donna lay back and cinched her
hold even tighter powering her forearms and straitening out her legs with rib
bending pressure. Jack moaned quietly. Donna could feel her breasts hugging
the back of his torso, neck and head. She could feel her heart beating into
him, and she had the strong desire to claw his face or bite an ear, but
thought better of it.

"Just you and me sportÉyou and me. You're not faring much better than my boy,
are you? Let's see if we can put you to sleep in the afternoon sun."

Donna tensed her body hugging him at the two crucial points, neck and waist
and squeezed for all she was worth. "5É4É3É2É1", she slowly counted in her
head and like magic, she felt his body go slack in her embrace. She rolled him
over to his side, then to his back and began to uncoil her self. Jackie-boy
was definitely out cold, napping face down on her freshly mowed lawn. She sat
back, straddling the small of his back, sighing at her handy-work. Aware of
her appearance at all times, she began to primp and preen, adjusting her
blouse, wiping the blades of grass from her hair and skirt and patting the
sweat on her brow.

"Must remain lady like at all times, she thought to herself, "Just because I'm
savaging him doesn't mean I have to look like a savage." She lifted her arm
and allowed herself a quick sniff of her armpit, a rather un-lady like thing
to do and something she would never dream of doing in public. "Whew a little
musky," she thought smiling. "Heavens, I wonder how Bradley and Kelly are
making out?" she thought as her mind and gaze drifted up to her son's bedroom
windowÉ

Bradley had quickly run into his room and locked the door behind him panting.
It was the same scenario that had played out a week prior when he first stood
up to his mother. Inside his room he felt safe, but he couldn't hide from his
shame. A fresh batch of tears began to well up as he rushed to his connecting
bathroom. Once there, he broke down sobbing at what he saw in the mirror.

His face was red and splotchy with the hint of bursts blood vessels from the
capillary crunching Kelly had given him. Blades of grass still stick to his
tear stained cheeks and his hair was matted to his forehead. The humiliation
overwhelmed him as he thought about laying face down in the grass with his
head being ground into the dirt like a lemon wedge. His chin was raw and
scratched from the stroking Kelly had given him with the crotch of her shorts.
And that smell, the foreign scent of another on his nostrils and lips. What
had she done to him? What pungent oil had she put on him? He saw her face
smiling down at him, always boring into him with her smug grin and laughing
eyes. He re-lived the terror of slipping into blackness then waking up just
barley aware of her sneaker pressing down on his face. He broke down again.

"What did I doooo?ÉwhyÉthat b..bÉbitchÉlittle bitch," he blubbered. He was
full on crying into his sink, shoulders heaving as splashed cool water on his
tender face. "How could she be so cruel?!" He cried to himself imagining the
merciless grip her legs had put him in. He searched his sore ribs and legs for
any damage the flurry of kicks might have inflicted on him.

He wiped himself down with a towel and threw it dejectedly on the ground. He
slumped back into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed, unsure of
what he was supposed to do with himself. Hopefully, his mother had sent the
awful girl home and told her never to come back again. He sat and waited for
her. Surely she would come to him comfort him, mend him and make him feel safe
again. After all, she was his only friend. He knew that now. Gary had
abandoned him at school, not even looking at him, avoiding him at all costs.

Sure enough, her heard the sound of footsteps approaching. His head perked. He
gathered himself, putting on the most pitiful face he could muster, which
wasn't hard considering the beating he had just taken. There was a little rap
on the door, then a clicking of the lock. This was new. Who, what, how, was
there a key? He didn't even know it had a key. The door opened and Bradley
froze in terror. In popped in the horrifying site of Kelly's auburn hairÉ

Back down on the lawn Jack awoke picking up his head peering out with one
blurry eye. What he saw confused and frightened him. It was the site of Donna
Clark sitting right in front of him. Legs spread, dress splayed to the sides
and the crotch of her pink, frilly, panties winking at him. She was leaning
back on her hands peering down at him. It looked like she had just given birth
to a full-grown man, feet first, who was lying face down on the ground.

"Howdy neighbor!" Donna said with mock cheer. "You ready to talk about women's
lib some more?" Jack now focused on the smooth, thick thighs spread before him
and the panty covered bush that lay between them. Normally, the site would
have aroused him, but Jack sensed that it was a dangerous place to be. And
what was that? Where Jack would have expected a few pubic hairs to peaking out
were what looked like a few smallÉfeathers? Was she some kind of hawk woman?
What the fuck?

"DonnaÉI don't thinkÉ", he stammered.

But before he could complete his sentence the V came flying at him. Donna
quickly scootched her butt forward, picked up his head and placed his chin on
top of her crotch in one fluid motion. It was an awkward way to get into a
front scissor. Donna knew it, but this guy was so beaten it didn't really
matter. She had been sitting there waiting for him for a full 5 minutes,
reclining on her elbows moving her legs in and out like a bored girl watching
TV.

"You don't think what?" she said as she clamped her legs around him an in
impossibly tight neck scissor, his chin jutting out, his throat hugged by her
thighs and crotch. It reminded her of the neck scissor she had put to Gary,
Bradley's mouthy friend a week prior, only Jack's neck was a little thicker
than the boy's. "I haven't had this much scissor action since I was a young
woman," Donna thought to herself. "I gotta get back into it."

She slowly rolled to her side taking her victim with her. She propped herself
up on her elbow and flipped her skirt back to give her a full view of her
mastery. The trapped face looked up, jutted back in an uncomfortable angle.
She proudly put her other hand on her hip, looking down the length of her body
and admiring her form from her wide hips to her sensible heels locked below.
Jack's legs lay to the side, their bodies forming a T. He wasn't going
anywhere.

"God, I fucking love scissoring men," she thought, allowing herself the
vulgarity. "I fucking love it, especially a cocky asshole like this. I love
their desperate eyes. I love taking them to the brink of unconsciousness and
back. I love feeling the strength of my thighs as I massage their corotid
arteries, all while they breathe in the scent of my unattainable pussy. I love
flexing my glutes and pulsing my hips. I love the total surprise on their
faces. 'Oh noÉhow did I end up here?...what do I do now?ÉI can't punch
anythingÉI hope my friends aren't watchingÉHow long will she keep me here?"

Donna thought back to her childhood and to the first scissor she had ever
applied. Her parents had left her brother and her alone for an afternoon and
she had stolen her brother's allowance to buy comics (She Hulk and Super Girl
of course). When her brother objected, she took him down in a head scissor
right there on the living room carpet. It was very similar to this one. He lay
motionless and quiet through the whole ordeal, his jaw wired shut, his eyes
peeking past her skirt. She kept him there for 2 hours readjusting him every
so often to tuck him in tighter. As she thumbed through the pages ogling the
muscular bodies of the super-heroines beating up various thugs, she
experienced several sensationally tingly moments that she could only come to
understand years later.

"You don't think what?" Donna said repeating her question. "You don't think it
was a good idea to come over here? To come over here and insult my child? To
interfere with my parenting and with my authority?" She snarled powering her
legs. Jack coughed and sputtered, his hands lying uselessly and submissively
on her rock hard thigh. She eased up.

"I wasÉjut tryingÉtrying to help", whispered Jack.

"Oh sure! What is it exactly you were trying to teach him?" scolded Donna. "Be
a man. Is that what you said? 'Be a man'. Well more often than not, men don't
know the first thing about defending themselves. Shouting, pushing, posturing
and throwing wild punches. A womanÉan experienced womanÉuses her skill, her
wits and her legs. It's a little secret we have to level the playing field. A
secret I should share with your wife over tea!"

Donna propped herself on her arm lifting herself off the ground, her other
hand still jutting from her hip. She was a magnificent statue to female
domination She squeezed through clenched teeth feeling the surge of victory
course from head to toe. Jack's eyes began to flutter.

"So what were you going to teach him?" She said easing herself back down,
flipping her skirt back again and waiting for Jack to come back to the land of
the living. "Were you going to teach him how to take a nap on the lawn? Were
you going to teach him how to get his head stuck between a pair of angry
thighs, huh?" Donna loved these "one-sided" conversations. It was her time to
preach and discipline, and her legs made sure there was no back-sass.

"Éor were you gonna teach him how to kiss vagina?" Donna quickly scooped and
readjusted so Jack's lips pressed firmly against her crotch. His nose was now
the only thing sticking out over the cleft of her now blossoming mound.
"Welcome to the picnic?" she said down to him with a glint in her eyeÉ

Bradley shot back to the furthest reaches of his bed. Huddling against the
wall. "Howdya..What? Who let you in here? Who said you could?" he stammered,
his pulse pounding in his ears, stomach sinking like a dead bird.

"Oopsie, look who has a key," Kelly sang sweetly twirling the key Donna had
secreted with her. Kelly had indeed remembered to bring everything with her,
just as Donna had instructed. After that fateful day, when her defiant son had
left her pacing in front of his bedroom door, Donna had searched top to bottom
for a house skeleton key. After dropping off Bradley at school one day, she
took a little trip over to the locksmith. Now she and Kelly both had total
access to Bradley's hideout.

"Get..get out!" Bradley shouted kicking his thin legs in the air feebly. "Get
out of my room!!!"

"Take it easy. Take it easy," Kelly said in a calming manner that oddly seemed
to diffuse the situation a bit. She casually walked in and closed the door
behind her. Bradley sunk deeper into the corner of his bed. "What do you
want?" Bradley said with moist eyes.

"Cool room," she said ignoring his question. Kelly slipped the key into her
pocket. It made an outline on her impossibly tight, khaki shorts. She looked
around casually. It really was a cool room, far different than what Kelly and
her lower middle class family could offer her. She had managed to secure her
own room at least, forcing her two brothers to double up. One day she walked
into her older brother's room and the next thing he knew he woke up on the
floor with her foot on his chest. Not only did he move his stuff out, but he
also moved her stuff in while she watched her black and white TV and painted
her toenails. It was an arrangement that no one protested and she even made
him polish her judo medals for good measure.

"Nice computer," she said admiring Bradley's set up. "Do you have wi-fi here?"
Bradley was speechless. He slowly made a move toward the adjoining bathroom.
He thought that if he was fast enough, he might be able to lock himself in
there and then pray that this tormentress would go away.

"This key works for every door in the house, you know," Kelly said not even
looking at him. She was tinkering with the computer. "I'm sure I could just
open the bathroom door. And you wouldn't want me to give you a swirly anyway,
right?" Bradley withdrew quickly and started up the protest again. "Don't you
touch meÉdon'tÉ"

"Look!" Kelly said sternly. "Just relax dude. I'm just checking stuff out. We
both know you're not getting past me and I aint beating on you or anythingÉso
just chill. You draw these?" She said looking at a wall of figure drawings.

"YÉyÉyes," replied Bradley. He watched the girl stride slowly through his
room, her smooth legs flexing with muscle. Her knees had faint grass stains on
them from where she had set up her perch over his chin a few moments ago. He
noticed the round, strong ass of his nemesis jutting out as she turned away
from him. Her auburn hair, lightly freckled face and green eyes scanned the
room. Bradley would have found her to be really attractive had she not just
crushed his budding manhood in his own backyard. She reached up and plucked a
drawing off the wall with her long, strong arms. She plopped down on the bed
forcing Bradley to retract. It was like having a snake in the room. The closer
she got, the more scared he became.

"This is really good, this your mom?" she asked looking at the line drawing of
a statuesque woman pruning flowers on the windowsill of her kitchen.
"It'sÉit's for mÉmÉmy class," he offered.

"We don't have this shitÉI mean stuffÉat my school. No art classes or
anything" she replied. "You're totally not like the guys in my neighborhood.
You're all quiet and smartÉand kinda nice."

"Classical CDs?!" she said bounding off the bed to look at something that
caught her eye. "Kinda dorky, but whatever."

"But, why did you beat me up if you think I'm so nice," Bradley blurted out,
the realization of this truly odd situation now hitting him in the face. "Who
are you even? And what are you doing hereÉand what did I do to you!!!" He said
starting to well up again.

"Nothing. I just like it," Kelly said spinning on her heels and shooting
daggers into Bradley. It was an exact replica of his mother's stare and it
froze him solid. "I'm Kelly, and we're going to be up here for a while" she
said coolly as she started to kick off her running sneakers one by one. She
proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slowly unzip. Bradley's chin started to
quiver as her shorts dropped to the ground revealing white cotton panties. She
gracefully stepped out of them kicking them to the side, her green eyes never
leaving Bradley's.

"Come over here and lay down on the ground," she said plainly. Bradley shook
his head slowly, eyes wide with fear. "You know what? On second thought, just
stay up there on the bed," she said eying the comfy queen size and sturdy
headboard. She slowly advanced taking a big step up onto the bed, bouncing on
it slowly and reaching up to touch the ceiling. "Lay down," she said looking
at the form below here.

"BradleyÉdudeÉlay down or so help me I will make you eat my sock," she said
tired of his blankness. "I'll make you eat that drawing of your mother too,
while we listen to classical music," she said cracking herself up. "Come
onÉI'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to try something."

Bradley slowly laid down as Kelly stepped over him allowing him to get into
position. "Scoot down a bit, away from the headboard" she said stepping up
toward his head. He looked up and saw nothing but leg and cotton.

"Down," she said pointing.

Hey lay flat as she slowly lowered herself easing into a schoolgirl pin.
Bradley closed his eyes in despair as she inched up toward his neck. His arms
were securely pinned, he could feel the heat radiating from her and he
recognized that scent.

"Just relax Bradley," she said propping herself up on her knees above his
face, her cotton covered crotch only inches from his mouth and nose.

"HÉhÉhow do you know my name?" He whispered up to her. Kelly's face got flush
for an instant. "OopsieÉyou ARE a smart one," she said tapping his cheek. "You
got meÉUm you mom kinda set up the whole thing, the backyard, the key."

"SheÉshe knows?" he said pleadingly up to her, speaking into her crotch like
it was a microphone. "Yep, she knew you'd probably come running up here like
ya did last week. She kicked your friend Gary's ass ya know," said the auburn
assassin.

"What did sheÉwhat did she do to him?" he said in shock. She licked her lips
and a big smile spread across the girl's face as took firm hold of the
headboard "WellÉshe kinda did thisÉ"

Donna was definitely heating up. She was punishing her trapped neighbor's face
with a combination of her most intimate womanly muscles. Inner thigh squeezed,
glutes punched, hips flexed. It was even as if her pussy was slapping his
mouth. He rewarded her with a series of low moans.

"How's the peach pie, neighbor?" She said through heavy breathing, "Yes, do
tell Anne I'd like to give her the recipe. Good for feeing one male
chauvinist," she said in a mock Marry Poppins accent. Donna's sensible heels
clicked and scraped together as she worked him over.

"Oh man, I can't take it anymore," she said flipping herself up and taking him
with her. She planted him in a schoolgirl, knees wide, securing his wrists in
the crooks of her knees. "Wake up!" she said slapping is face and grabbing him
by the hair. "I want you to be fully aware of what this WOMAN is doing to you.
Do you understand?" she said punctuating her words with another slap. She
arranged her flowing skirt around her.

"Back in college, my best friend Joan and I used to call this 'the old pull
aside,'" she said as she covered his eyes with her dress.

Reaching beneath her she indeed performed the old college "pull aside" and
settled her essence on his face. As if she had just hit spin on a washing
machine, Donna started to rhythmically rock. She threw her had back and closed
her eyes fantasizing about what it was like for Jack under her private
tee-pee. It sent waves of pleasure through her. She rocked harder and faster,
the grass offering a nice cushion for her knees. She was at one with the earth
and sun, planting this guy like a tree into the ground. She rocked harder,
punishing him. Her hands cupped her firm breasts. She imagined sending him
home to his wife a changed man, imagined him crying silently to himself in the
shower as he fought to rid himself of her scent. Imagined him avoiding her
gaze at the next block party when she brought a real peach pie to the table.

She imagined him drinking her juices. "Don't you miss a drop! Don't you miss a
drop asshole!" she repeated to herself. As she began to moan and scream, she
was faintly aware of another sound above her. It was the unmistakable sound of
a squeaking bed and the "clack, clack, clack" of furniture hitting the wall. A
voice screamed in response, a higher, sweeter voice coming from somewhere
above, mirroring her cries. The two were in syncopation. And it was when she
realized whom the voice belonged to that the real flood came. "Oh God! He's
getting his too!" she moaned. Without guilt or remorse for either victim, she
orgasmed violently, dumping girl-cum all over her prey. It was the best ride
she had taken in years. The aftershocks kept coming in waves as she continued
to grind her neighbors beaten face. She had to catch herself fearful of
passing out.

Donna gradually coasted back to earth, spent and supremely satisfied. She
didn't want to get off, and if she could she would have taken a few more trips
"Maybe going the other wayÉ" she thought smiling. But there was more business
at hand.

Donna pulled back and realigned her delicates. It was wet dawn there to say
the least. She pulled back her skirt. Jackie-boy was understandably passed
out. He looked at peace with the world, but Donna knew better. The affects
were going to weigh on his psyche for a while. She sat on his chest and
playfully picked at grass clippings like she had done as a kid. She sprinkled
them over Jack's slick face and they were sticking wonderfully. It was like a
little art project. Jack started to come around coughing and sputtering at the
clippings stuck to his face.

"Howdy neighbor, had enough pie?" she said. Jack stared up at her in total
silence. She bounded off of him and offered her hand like a good sportsmen. He
dumbly took her hand and she pulled him up. Joan laughed at the clippings
stuck to his face. She guessed that he had no idea how he looked and she
laughed hysterically.

"Ok, ok..." she said composing herself and putting on a mock serious tone.
"Now I want you to go home, tell your wife that you were scissored and face
raped, and that you have a new found respect for womenÉor at least you have a
new found respect for your neighborÉor for your neighbors thighs at least."

"Now, I know that you're probably not going to do that," she said tapping him
amicably on the shoulder, "but I do want you to do this," she said walking up
to him. "I want you home and take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror."

She stood wide legged and watched him stagger away as the juices dripped down
her inner thighs. "Fresh kill," she thought allowing herself a moment to
marvel at her own dominance.

Suddenly, Donna heard a noise coming from above, "PasstÉpsstt". It was Kelly
signaling from Bradley's bedroom window. "Miss ClarkÉup here." Donna scampered
over to the window to see the girl's fresh face just poking above the
windowsill.

"That was totally awesome!" whispered the jubilant girl.

"YOU were awesome kiddo!" Donna whispered back. "Where's Bradley?"

Kelly motioned downward. "You threw him out the window?" cried Donna half
kidding. Kelly rolled her eyes. "No. I brought him over to the windowÉbut he
can't exactly talk right now," she said motioning down below her again.

"OhhhhÉHolyÉshiÉshoot! Don't move. I'll be right up," cried Donna.

Donna kicked off her heels and flew upstairs. She tiptoed into Bradley's
bedroom as if trying not to wake a sleeping baby. What she saw was
magnificent. The strong teen was sitting proudly astride her son. Bradley's
chin was buried in the cleft of her powerful and visibly wet backside. Kelly
looked back over her shoulder and gave a thumbs up. Donna crept over with
excited anticipation as Kelly slid back to Bradley's throat and braced him.
One by one he opened his eyes and stared up at the two gazing women. Donna
looked down at the angelic face framed between those two strong thighs and
sighed.

"Mom?" Bradley called out as if waking from a coma.

"Yes darling. I'm here," she responded coldly.

"Mom, I'm sorry forÉeverything," He said, his jaw pushing into Kelly's
commanding crotch with every syllable. She sat on him hands on hips as his
jailer.

"Now, you're not just saying that because my friend here is making you say it,
are you?" On cue, Kelly forced his chin back slightly with a small thrust of
her hips.

"NÉnÉno. I am really sorry. Gary was a jerk, andÉI shouldn't stick up for
himÉand I shouldn't be disrespectful of you," he pleaded. Donna had to turn
away to hide a smile. His whole apology was being laid out with this tough
teen sitting on his chin. Talk about truth serum. It was sad and comical at
the same time.

"You're a very special boy Bradley and I just want to see you grow up with the
values I've tried to teach you, kindness, honesty and a respect for women; not
just for me and girls like Kelly, but for all women even the ones who you
think are weak. Because you never know when you'll be put in your place," she
said smiling faintly at the place Bradley was in at the moment. "And I want
you to have friends," she continued, "but I want you to have the right
friends, understand?"

"I'll be your friend." said Kelly earnestly, "I think you're interesting and
smart and different from regular jerksÉ.and cute."

"See, after the sting of what happened today wears off, it wouldn't hurt to
have a friend like Kelly, right? Now, if you think we've reached an agreement
let's shake and then ask Kelly if she will allow you to get up. It's up for
her to decide if she's through with you."

Bradley feebly lifted up the wrist of his right hand. His mother delicately
grabbed his pinky finger and shook it. "Ok there son," she said smiling.

"Kelly, would you please allow me to get up," said Bradley meekly from between
her thighs. "HmmÉokÉsure," she said ruffling his hair. Kelly released the pin
and stood up. "Now kiss my feet," she said cheerily as she tapped Bradley's
mouth. "Just kiddingÉ"

The two of them helped the shaky but newly baptized boy to his feet. He gave
his mother a big hug as Kelly shimmied her hips into her shorts and put her
shoes back on. Kelly pulled out the skeleton key she had tucked into the
pocket.

"I think you better hold on to that sweetie," Said Donna smiling and putting
her arm around her boy. The three headed downstairs with Kelly jumping the
last 4 steps with an athletic leap.

"Dude, I totally want to come back and get on your computer, and teach me how
to draw like thatÉand classical music sucks, but we can listen to other
stuffÉand if that Gary guy is being a jerk, we can go find him and I'll
totally put him in like 10 different scissors and make him beg for mercyÉandÉ"

Donna laughed as the exuberant teen prattled on. She saw Bradley softening and
she could tell that the two would end up being great friends.

"..and we're cool right, you and me? No hard feelings?" she said offering her
hand. Bradley smiled sheepishly and extended his hand. They walked Kelly to
the driveway. She picked up her things and slowly straddled her bike seat. She
pumped the seat with her ass ever so slightly and smiled over her shoulder.
The two of them peddled away, those strong legs propelling her down the street
her proud bottom showing as a beacon, a warning to anyone that might cross
her.

"I'm going to take a long bath, and you my friend, have some grass to finish
cutting," said Donna with a smile. Without any hesitation Bradley got right to
work. All was right again in her home.

The end.