Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 196: More Macho Bullshit: The 'Castration' Attack free porn video
Monday, May 9, 2005 (Continued)
I got back to school before lunchtime had ended, so I went looking for Julia and the others. They weren't in our usual spot, but I remembered her saying something about having a different meeting spot for our non-private meetings, so I went looking for that. It wasn't hard to find, it being a very large group of girls. Most lunchtime groups are half a dozen or so people, so a group ten times that size stood out, even when they were sitting down.
I noticed several guys hanging around the periphery, which didn't please me. I was starting to form the opinion that I should be going to a girls-only school. Perhaps with a few ugly male soccer players also permitted to give me a team to play with.
The girls saw me as I got closer, and I was welcomed noisily. I was introduced to the girls who were in the two first pipeline groups, twenty of those thirty two girls were here. Pipeline Group 1A was a 10th grade group, 1B was 11th grade. I joked with some of the girls I knew well enough to think of relevant jokes for, and generally pretended much more enthusiasm and interest than I really had. It was just as well the girls were arranging the pipeline dates because I had too many other things going on to give it much priority. I hoped my lack of enthusiasm was caused by my being away during the first week, so I'd missed all the excitement and buzz. The alternative was that I'd lost interest in the pipeline system even before it'd started, which didn't bode well for a long, successful process. That'd be disappointing after all of Julia's work and all the abuse I was taking for it.
I checked whether Group 1B knew they'd been bumped out of the weekend, to Tuesday evening, and they did know. I apologized, simply saying, "I'll be out of town that weekend. Sorry about that."
"Where're you going?"
"It's not fully planned yet, but I'll tell you about it next week."
The rest of the balance of lunchtime was spent on dull conversation: more of the same questions about my absence last week, how my OSU studies were going (from girls who believed the "I was at OSU" cover story), and, "No, I don't know who the strangers asking questions about me were. Maybe Hugh Hefner was feeling threatened and he hired people to check out his competition."
Between the first and second periods after lunch I had to take a pee, as I hadn't had time during lunch. Julia waited for me outside as I went in to take care of business.
I was standing at the urinal, minding my own business, when I heard the hallway door crash open and some guys come in. Almost immediately one of them said, "There he is."
I looked over my shoulder, and immediately recognized trouble, as most of the guys coming into the room had been in my face several times already today. They were now glaring at me as they walked straight toward me. As fast as humanly possible, I cut my business short and zipped up. Stopping early isn't easy, being an unnatural act, but I definitely didn't want my manhood to be swinging out in front of me during a possible fight.
They were aggressively ordering everyone else to "get the fuck outta here," which the other guys were obeying with alacrity. These guys looked pissed!
I'd learned Aikido on a wide-open floor with plenty of room to move. That wasn't going to happen here, especially because the six goons had already blocked off most of the room. If I couldn't get room to maneuver in, the best I could do was to get into a small area, to limit how many of them could come at me at a time. I retreated down the urinal (it was one of those long stainless steel jobs, that a dozen guys can stand at simultaneously), until my path was blocked by the wall of the first toilet cubicle. I was facing diagonally out of the corner: the cubicle wall to my left, the urinal to my right, with my back to the corner they formed.
My retreat had pleased the assholes considerably, but it also pleased me too, as now only one or two of them could attack me at a time. I thought they'd prefer individual attacks over a mass pile up, as that would most likely result in our rolling around on the urinal's grating (that guys stood on to pee), and possibly even rolling into the urinal itself. They wouldn't want to risk that. Individual attacks one or two at a time from my front gave me a good chance, as I could proximity sense every move coming. With six-to-one odds against me, I certainly wasn't going to be pulling any punches when I fought their attacks off, so as each of them came at me, he was going to be put down as hard and fast as possible. I figured I had a pretty good chance of working my way through all six of them before they could do much to me.
My proximity sense through the thin cubicle wall that I was standing next to told me that there was a guy in there (proximity doesn't show gender unless the person is intending to do a gender-specific action, such as jerking off or clothes shopping. But all things considered, my money was on him being a guy). He was determinedly sitting still. That gave me an audience to play to verbally, which was fantastic because I could say one thing and do another and the 'witnesses' would believe what he'd heard. More likely than not, there were guys in some of the other cubicles too. I hadn't been keeping track while I was peeing, but it seemed likely, so I should have a few verbal witnesses.
All the visible spectators had left by the time the Head-Goon reached me. I recognized him by sight as a senior. He was about the same height as me, although he'd be heavier because I'm so slim. There was one junior who I recognized, Conrad, a guy that I knew fancied Ava, although I didn't give him much chance of scoring with her after this, regardless of the outcome. The other four were all sophomores, although only two of them had classes with me.
They formed a group behind their leader, and the obligatory taunting began. It seems crazy to me, but apparently it's important for a group of macho bullies to posture for a while, to show each other how cool they are. Normally I could have added, "and to work themselves up," but this group seemed pretty worked up already.
The committee leader explained their collective grievance. Apparently I had too many girls. Or, as they expressed it, "We'll see if any girls want you after we rip your balls off."
"Yeah, after we rip your balls off," echoed some of his followers.
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[I should explain the last point. Aikido teaches several extremely effective wrist techniques. Normally used to immobilize the attacker or sometimes to get him to release a knife or handgun, but breaking wrists requires only continuing to apply the technique beyond the point we'd stop in training. It couldn't be simpler.
Minds are extremely important in Aikido, both your own and the attacker's. If I grabbed Head-Goon's wrist and tried to twist it, he'd concentrate on locking it, and I'd be unable to achieve anything. We'd be struggling, getting nowhere, while the five other attackers would be pummeling the shit out of me. For the wrist techniques to work the attacker's mind can't be concentrating on locking his wrist. That's usually achieved by moving the attacker off balance, because then all his attention is on avoiding his imminent fall. His wrist becomes as easy to twist as a wet noodle, and it'd snap as easy as a dry noodle (noodles might not be the best simile). I had very little room to move in, so getting Head-Goon off balance would be problematic in this situation, but fortunately I have a much faster and more reliable ways of distracting his concentration - a quick NP-push on either his crotch or nose would do the job. Half a second later his wrist would be broken and the scissors would be falling to the floor, where I could kick them under the cubicle.
If that didn't work there were always the eyeballs, either a partial push like I'd done with Don Eaton, or popping one or both of them, if the situation demanded it.
I figured I wasn't in immediate danger from being stabbed with the scissors because proximity meant I could probably avoid his first stab or two. I could be in trouble after that though, because his helpers might manage to restrain me so I couldn't avoid subsequent attempts. So I had a little bit of a safety margin to work with, but not much.]
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For the witnesses, I said, "Why are you holding a big pair of scissors like a knife?"
"I'm gonna cut your balls off, motherfucker."
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