*ORIGINAL FICTION* Gentle schoolgirl Sarah Wright hates all types of fighting, combat or self-defence. When the slight 15-year-old is forced by her mum to go to wrestling classes, in an effort to toughen her up, she's taken to pieces on the mat by a...
"Do you get bullied at St Michael's?", asked Sasha. The enquiry sounded casual but she was very interested in getting this information from Sarah.
"What, why are you asking me that?," Sarah didn't feel ok about revealing such information to this group.
"She definitely gets bullied," said Caroline.
"Yeah, but she needs to admit it," Taylor pointed out.
"Sarah, are you a victim of bullying?", Sasha probed.
Sarah went red as she quietly replied: "No".
"Ok," Sasha said, walking over to Sarah, "you want to make this difficult for yourself?"
"No I swear, I don't get bullied in school," Sarah insisted.
"She so does," said Caroline as Sasha pulled Sarah down on her knees, pushed the helpless girl's head between her legs and locked her into a Standing Headscissors position. It was even more uncomfortable for Sarah than it had been in wrestling class, as Sasha did it with even more determination the second time around.
"Now let's see what your answer is. Each time you lie, I will jump up and down five times," Sasha threatened.
Sarah's face had got redder. She looked like she would do anything to get out of this predicament.
"I'll ask again," Sasha began, "Do you get bullied in school?"
After a silence of about five seconds, Sarah finally replied in a quiet and weary voice: "Yes."
"What? I can't hear you?", Sasha insisted as she kept Sarah's head in a tight lock between her legs.
Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.
"Yes, I do get bullied. Ok? Yes," Sarah confessed, hoping that Sasha would now let her go.
But as every other girl in the room started hissing and cheering like a pack of excited hyenas, Sasha kept Sarah in that very uncomfortable position.
And despite her earlier promise, Sasha was unable to resist jumping up and down a whole five times before letting Sarah out of her grip.
While she recovered from that experience, Sarah remained down on the floor in a crouching position, not even having the energy to stand up.
"Weakling is learning her lesson," said Caroline. "Maybe next we should Clothesline her."
"Nice idea. What about doing a Tombstone Piledriver on her?," Taylor suggested, to giggles all round the room.
Sarah had never heard of either of those wrestling moves before - but just by the way they were saying it, she was sure that she should be very frightened of both things.
As Sasha decided to give Sarah a short break from the bullying, most of the girls went back to talking among themselves while Sarah recomposed herself.
Sarah had just clambered back up on her feet as Caroline cruelly suggested: "Well, I think she needs to kiss our shoes."
"Yes, make her kiss the shoes of everyone here," Taylor chimed in.
Sarah looked stunned and saddened by the very idea.
"I don't know why you look so surprised," Caroline told Sarah, "isn't that what victims of bullying do?"
Sarah went red again.
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"Who bullies you at St Michael's?", asked Sasha.
"Just some girls in my class," Sarah replied tentatively.
"What do they do to you?," Sasha demanded to know.
"I don't want to talk about it," Sarah said with a sudden and surprising firmness.
"Oh, really? Did you all hear that, she doesn't want to tell us about it?", Sasha boomed. She had every girl in the wrestling class hanging on her every word.
"Well, either you tell us or we make you tell us," Sasha threatened.
Sarah didn't like the sound of that, and yet she thought this was an unfair request.
"Yeah," said Caroline enthusiastically, "make her describe everything the bullies did to her in detail."
"Make her confess," Taylor chimed in.
"Yes - or we could just Tombstone her," Caroline suggested.
With that, Sasha bear-hugged Sarah around her waist, flipped her so that she was upside down with her legs up in the air and lifted her as high as she could.
"It's gonna hurt when she drops you down flat on your back," Caroline warned the victim.
"Ok! Ok!", Sarah cried out, "I'll tell you, but please let me go and don't hurt me?"
Taking slight pity on the victim, Sasha gently set her down on the floor.
Seeing Sarah's fear of the pain she just escaped experiencing, Sasha reassuringly stroked Sarah's hair a few times before kissing her on the top of her head and feeling up her bum.
Sarah was so surprised by what had just happened between her and this brutish wrestler girl that she wasn't sure whether she felt turned on or appalled by it.
"Tie her to this," Sasha commanded her friends, kicking a flat metal trolley into the centre of the room that was normally used to transport gym equipment around the place.
