GIGGLING DOMINATION

I was walking through a sleazy carnival that had come to town one night. I 
walked behind a group of kids for a spell, not taking particular note of any 
of them, and definitely not noticing who was walking behind me. But there 
were three Oriental girls there, giggling and carrying on - and eyeballing me 
as a target.
    I walked a corner down one portion of the carnival, away from the 
brightly lit midway and it was then I heard their giggles, they were right 
behind me. I turned to see what the commotion was and they confronted me. 
They were cute, short dark hair, not at all tall girls, and still in their 
obvious school girl uniforms of white blouses, checkered skirt, dark, droopy 
socks and loafers. As I turned to face them, they continued to giggle and 
walk forward, me walking backward until I was up against the wall that was 
the back of one of the concession stands, the great noise of the midway on 
the other side. It was dark, I could barely see them.
    "Whatuh, what do you girls want?" I asked nervously.
    "We want your money, Mistah," one of them said, the taller of the three, 
giggling. They continued to giggle behind their hands, but looked right at me.
    "Uh, sweeties, I think you better get back to the midway and your parents 
or whoever you came with," I said, trying to slide off to the side and away 
from them, away from this darkened alley. "Now if you'll excuse me"
    I never saw it coming but felt it. The tall one had lashed out with a 
loafered foot and blasted it right into my balls. I screamed in pain, a 
scream lost in the chaotic music blaring from the midway and the screech of 
the myriad of rides, and hit my knees.
    "Please stop. you can't do this"
    They giggled, that's all they did, they giggled, not saying a word, just 
giggled. One by one, they took turns kicking me wherever I wasn't protected, 
the side, the head, the ass, the legs, until I curled up in a ball on the 
ground. Then the three descended on me, squatting hard on me, and began 
punching and slapping me, one holding my hands down, the others whacking at 
my face - and giggling. I looked up at their round, laughing, pretty faces, 
and felt the sting of their hands, open and closed, as they pummeled me. They 
beat me for a solid two minutes that felt like an hour, before standing up 
and, what else, giggling over me.
    They whispered something to each other in a foreign tongue and next thing 
I knew, two of them had me on my back, each of them scissoring one of my legs 
and spreading them wide, while the other stood between them. I watched in 
horror as she dropped to her knees, driving her head into my groin in a 
vicious head butt to my balls, and I could do nothing. As I tried to cover 
myself, the other two spread my legs wider, to the breaking point, while the 
third continued to drive her skull into my unprotected balls. The pain was 
overwhelming and I felt like I would pass out, throw up or both. They 
assaulted my nuts for a few moments and then let go, leaving me curled up in 
an agonized ball in the dark of the grassy alley.
    "God, please, stop.you're killing me" I begged and heard only giggles, 
faintly now as the pain clouded all my senses except touch My balls felt 
like twin orbs of raw nerves.
    And they descended upon me again, this time the short one laying at my 
face and engulfing my entire head in her chubby yet incredibly powerful 
thighs. She mashed my face to her cotton panties and I smelled her  sweaty 
sex while those thighs scissored my skull, the pain overcoming me, the 
sheer inward squeeze making my cranial plates grind against each other. I 
looked up through terror-filled eyes; they were the only things visible in 
the clamp of her lethal scissor lock. I heard nothing with the mufflers 
of her thighs in my ears but could see her mouth open and giggling. Suddenly 
my ribs ached and I realized the tall one now took my midsection in a 
bodyscissors, grinding my guts in her muscular embrace. My hands shot to the 
thick thighs holding my ears, then to the lean ones around my middle. I 
pulled at the bodyscissoring legs trying to pry them apart, pulling at her 
socks in a vain attempt to pull them off. But then the third one sat on my 
back and hammerlocked my arms far up my back. IT was agony on three fronts 
My head was being compressed in the thick thighs of one of the girls, the 
other was mashing my insides to organic paste in her brutal bodyscissors 
while the other worked to dislocate my arms in an agonizing double hammerlock.
    It seemed like hours  before they let me go and when they did I was only 
vaguely aware of them picking through my pockets, taking my cash and dropping 
my credit cards on the ground around me as they skipped away. The last thing 
I saw before passing out was the thickly bunched meat of their calves rising 
above their droopy socks as they hopped out of sight. I tried to yell for 
help but the scissoring legs of a few minutes earlier had crushed the voice 
from me. I passed out cold, only to wake up hours later, the thick scum of 
the carnival's heavy night air coating me. Groggily, I got to my feet and 
staggered to the parking lot. I leaned on my car and keyed the lock, and 
that's when I heard the giggles behind me. I froze and dropped the keys to 
the dirt parking lot, madly scrambling to pick them up.
    "Thank you, Mistah, we had good time with your dough!"
    Slowly I turned, tears in my eyes. Two of them stood there, I didn't know 
where the third one was until I felt iron on my temples and realized she had 
scampered to the roof of my car and was sitting behind me, engulfing my skull 
in her huge thighs. I saw the socked calves cross before my eyes, then felt 
one girl sit at my feet, spreading my legs with her feet. And the third one 
let fly a series of kicks with her loafered foot, blasting my nuts to paste, 
over and over the leather of her shot rocketing into my agonized 'nads, 
exploding them in their sacks. My head felt like it would crack open and my 
nuts were a constant sheet of pain as they conspired to totally ruin me. The 
thighs on my ears thickened so much they pulled my head away from my 
shoulders, dislocating neck vertebrae and sending violent waves of shocking 
pain coursing down through my body. When the headscissor girl finally let go 
and I fell to my knees, every part of my vibrated in agonized spasms. I 
looked to the side and saw those socked calves again, skipping away, this 
time for good, leaving me for dead. I passed out cold and didn't wake up 
again for three days. The cops and hospital officials didn't believe a word 
of my story.