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Old 03-19-2011, 07:05 PM   #3
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It was four days since the boys sustained their second defeat at
the hands of their young girl cousins. There was no more thought
of turning the tables. The boys were convinced beyond doubt of the
girls' superiority, and meekly did everything they were ordered to
do by Susan and Sandra. If any shred of male ego remained in the
boys, it was the rationalisation that somehow their young cousins
must be uniquely superior examples of girlhood, and that they were
unlikely to experience such a defeat at the hands of any other
girl. But Susan and Sandra soon deprived them of even this last
poor vestige of male pride.

It was a fine summer's morning, and Greg was trimming the grass
with a manicure scissors, while Paul was touching up a window sill
with a fine artist's paintbrush. Sandra, hands on her hips, was
supervising the work with painstaking care, being sure that her boy
slaves didn't miss a blade of unkempt grass or a speck of bare
wood. Suddenly, two bicycles turned up the driveway, and two young
girls speedily dismounted from the bikes, which they let fall on
the grass. Both of the girls were dressed alike - wearing tight
navy-blue shorts, white sweat socks that came up to the bottom of
their calves, and light blue crop tops that showed off their flat
and toned tummies. Sandra commanded her male cousins to stop their
work, and introduced them to the girls.

The first girl was Kim, a well-tanned 10-year-old with short blonde
hair and blue eyes. Sandra made a point of noting that she was
4'8" tall and weighed a mere 75 pounds. The girl accompanying her
turned out to be her younger sister Kristy, a 9-year-old with short
medium-brown hair and green eyes, who stood just 4'6" and weighed
only 67 pounds. The boys couldn't help but notice that both of the
girls, while trim and lithe, had well-toned legs that showed some
muscle in the calves and thighs. Sandra also made a point of
mentioning that they were gymnasts.

The reason for all this detail soon became clear. Sandra turned to
her male cousins and said "Susan and I think we've been working you
boys too hard, so we decided to let you have a little fun. And
that fun is, the two of you are going to fight Kim and Kristy,
right now!" Hearing this, the boys gasped. Kim barely came up to
the middle of Greg's chest, while Kristy stood at about the same
level compared to Paul. Considering just their relative sizes, the
idea of the 75-pound Kim successfully fighting the 170-pound Greg,
or the 67-pound Kristy overcoming 150-pound Paul, seemed too
ludicrous for words. And yet Sandra, who weighed a mere 91 pounds,
had easily dispatched both boys. In the boys' minds, mixed with
the hope of finally being able to win a fight with a girl was an
element of fear - the fear, based on their recent defeats at the
hands of their two girl cousins, that even these tiny girls might
prove too much for them to handle. But it didn't really matter
what they hoped or feared, because the boys had no choice but to
fight Kim and Kristy. That is what Sandra ordered them to do, and
that is what they had to do.

The boys were wearing beach shorts, and were shirtless in the warm
summer air. Kim and Kristy took off their trainers, and ordered
the boys to remove their own shoes as well. Both pairs of
contestants now stood facing each other in their shorts and white
sweat socks, with the girls also wearing their little crop tops.
For a change of pace, Sandra and Susan brought out four pairs of
boxing gloves, which the boys and girls quickly donned. Sandra
announced that the rules were that the combatants could use their
feet as well as their arms - sort of like kickboxing - but that an
opponent could not be struck when down. Sandra also stipulated
that a standing opponent could be hit or kicked in any part of the
body, without restriction, and that the fight would be continuous,
without rounds, until an opponent was either knocked out or
submitted. Sandra then motioned the contestants to walk over to
the grassy area by the side of the garage, about 20 feet by 20, and
said that the fight had to take place entirely within that area.
After giving those instructions, Sandra went in the house to get
Susan, so that she could also watch the fun. When Sandra and Susan
came out, Susan told the two girls to face the boys about six feet
apart, and said "On my mark, begin to fight, now!"

As he stood in front of Kim, Greg began the fight by consciously
flexing the pectorals of his magnificently-muscled male body to
intimidate the little girl. The well-built Paul also did some
muscle-flexing of his own as he faced off Kristy, hoping to
undermine the confidence of his little preteen opponent. The boys
should have saved themselves the trouble. Far from being scared
off by this display, the girls saw an opportunity in the boys'
posturing to show them what little girl gymnasts could do. Using a
maneuver that they had obviously practiced before, as if on signal,
both young girls bounded forward together and drop-kicked each of
the boys in the chest. As the girls agilely landed on the ground,
both boys went reeling backwards, falling backwards on the grass.
In a trice, the girls were back up on their feet, waiting for their
stunned male opponents to get up. Sandra started to count to ten.

Although weakened considerably by the surprise dropkicks, the boys
managed - though just barely - to avoid being knocked out at the
very beginning of the fight. Greg made it to his feet by the count
of seven, and Paul by the count of eight. The girls were waiting
for them. Bobbing and weaving, Kim started throwing punches at
Greg's body, while Kristy quickly delivered a straightleg kick to
Paul's stomach. Enraged, the two much larger boys charged at the
girls in front of them, trying to land a knockout blow on the
little tormentresses. But the girls, who were much quicker, easily
spun out of reach, leaving the teenage boys to throw punches at the
air where the girls had been just a split second before. The boys
kept trying to corner the girls and cut them off. The girls, with
their superior speed and agility, easily evaded them. The closest
Greg came to hitting Kim was a roundhouse right which she ducked to
avoid, and the punch went sailing in an arc over her head.

As the boys chased them around the grassy arena, the girls would
occasionally strike back, darting inside to land a quick punch or
two on a boy's stomach, or to deliver a quick, snapping kick to a
male torso. When this happened, the boy would temporarily halt his
advance and put his guard up, which served as a visible admission
that the girls' blows were having some effect. After about five
minutes, the boys were growing frustrated with their futile tactics
and were beginning to tire and slow down, while the girls seemed as
fresh and agile as ever. Ever so slightly, the pace of the fight
now began to change. Greg and Paul were no longer advancing so
much, while Kim and Kristy began to take the offensive more often,
and when they did so, to fight inside for longer periods of time.
Getting under Greg's guard, Kim delivered a succession of sharp
punches to his body, followed by a kick which landed the instep of
her right foot hard on his ribs with an audible thwack. A
surprised expression came over Greg's face, and instead of lunging
at her, he backed up a step. Meanwhile, Kristy connected with a
high kick to Paul's midsection, followed by a charging attack that
saw her deliver a flurry of short, hard punches to the same target,
eliciting an "uumph" from Paul. He too was stopped dead in his
tracks, and began to back off.

Several more minutes passed, and now the girls were taking the
fight home to the boys, attacking more frequently and putting the
boys on the defensive. Kristy threw several straight kicks at
Paul's right thigh, and they clearly hurt - at one point he
staggered. His ponderous attempts to kick back were so slow that
his little gymnast opponent had no trouble evading them. Kim also
used her feet as a weapon, preferring lightning-fast straight kicks
that buried her little foot in Greg's stomach, followed by a
blizzard of rapid body punches. Using these tactics, the girls
slowly began backing the boys up against the side of the garage -
the same strategy that the boys had tried unsuccessfully to use
against the girls. Within a few more minutes the boys, now clearly
fatigued, and breathing heavily, found themselves with their backs
literally to the wall - the garage wall.

At that point, the girls changed their tactics. Instead of hit-
and-run tactics, and attacks followed by agile withdrawals, the
girls began to duke it out with the boys, all-out. Kim threw punch
after punch at Greg's midsection, while Kristy did the same with
Paul. Backed up against the garage wall, the tired boys had no
alternative but to fight it out - something they had been trying to
do from the very beginning. But the results were not what the boys
had been expecting. By now the boys had run out of both steam and
breath, while the girls seemed to have an inexhaustible stamina.
As they absorbed punch after punch from the little girls' fists,
the boys began to grow astonished at the power of the girls'
punches. Apparently, all of their gymnastics training had given
these young kids some amazing upper-body strength for their age and
size. Coupled with that power, the girls' short height was proving
to be an advantage rather than a disadvantage. Aiming at the boys'
midsections, the girls could throw punches straight out from the
shoulder, with their whole bodies behind each punch, and meanwhile
keep their guards up in front of their faces, while the boys could
only retaliate by punching from about waist level, which
dramatically reduced the force of their blows. Also, all the boys
could aim for were the small targets of the girls' faces - their
stomachs were too low to hit - and the girls' gloves picked off
almost all of the boys' punches, which weren't all that potent
anyway. On the other hand, the boys' stomachs were proving too big
a target for them to cover completely, and more and more of the
girls' hard punches were getting through.

Although the rules permitted punches and kicks to any part of the
body, the girls surprisingly avoided a "busting" attack on the
vulnerable boys, whom the girls could have finished off at any time
had they chosen to use those tactics. Once in a while, though, Kim
or Kristy would feint as if she were about to let loose a short
uppercut or kick to the vitals of her much larger male opponent.
This always caused the boy, in an instinctive reaction, to drop his
gloves and cover his most vulnerable parts, and when he did so, his
girl opponent would take advantage of the opening to land a
powerful punch or kick to his stomach. It soon became apparent
that the girls wanted to win this fight without taking advantage of
the inherent weakness of the male sex, so that the boys would have
no excuse for the defeat that was clearly coming.

The boys were rapidly weakening under the girls' punching
onslaught, and as they weakened, their once taut and muscular
midsections began to grow slack and less able to withstand a punch.
But the girls, conditioned by daily hours of rigorous gymnastics
training, were able to maintain both the force and rapidity of
their punches without letup. In combination after combination,
sometimes ten or more punches in a row, their little gloved fists
buried themselves in the torsos of the much bigger teenage boys,
who began to sag noticeably as they found themselves unable to
compete with the punching power of their preteen assailants. Every
so often, too, a muscular little leg shot out and a girl's small
foot buried itself in a boy's stomach, or her little instep smashed
into his ribs. Although the boys tried to retaliate, their kicks
were ponderous and slow, and the girls easily avoided or blocked
them. Trapped against the garage wall, the boys several times
desperately tried to force the girls backward so as to gain some
maneuvering room, but were always driven back by the punches and
kicks of the two lithe preteen tomboys. By now it was clear to
Susan and Sandra, and also to Greg and Paul, that the girls were
winning the fight.

Meanwhile, the postman came by to drop the mail by the back door,
and as he walked over to Susan to hand her the mail, he gaped wide-
eyed at the battle that was going on by the side of the garage.
Fumbling in his mail sack, he handed the letters to Susan, one-by-
one, taking much more time than he usually did to locate the mail.
It didn't help matters much that his glance was riveted on the
battle of the sexes, which meant that he was barely looking at the
contents of his mail sack. Finally, the postman gave Susan the
last piece of mail, and she testily gave him a gentle push back
down the walk, telling him to mind his own business. Then Susan
nonchalantly looked over the mail until she found the one thing she
had been awaiting. It was the site FAQ for Diana The Valkyrie's
website. [As to why Susan should have chosen to receive this item
by snailmail instead of downloading it, I can only offer the lame
explanation that the hand-delivery better fit my story line and
that the English are known to be a bit eccentric.]

Apparently used to seeing boys get beaten by much younger girls,
Susan perused Diana's site FAQ while nonchalantly glancing up every
now and then to watch the fight. Eleven-year-old Sandra, however,
was watching the fight with rapt attention, and it was certainly
worth watching. After about 20 minutes of unrelenting battle, the
young preteen girls had punched the much larger teenage boys into a
state of near collapse. Trapped against the garage wall, the boys
had absorbed literally hundreds of hard body punches and dozens of
kicks, and their once beautifully-muscled male bodies were now
slack and soft, incapable of offering much resistance to the
punches of the preteen girls. Meanwhile, the girls continued to
punch away with unrelenting power, looking like they could go on
doing it at the same pace for hours. By now, the boys could
retaliate only with feeble, pawing punches, and the girls,
contemptuous of the boys' rapidly waning strength, would
deliberately let down their guard on occasion and allow the boys to
connect, just so they could laugh in their faces and jeer at them,
calling them weaklings.
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