How'd these Four Ladies manage it ? Tuesday, 17-Mar-98 12:21:31

In order to win $1,000, ( $250.00 ) apiece, four ladies were locked in a large barn, which had been stripped bare, completely empty except for a medium sized donkey. Their task was to somehow "euthanize" the animal within a two hour time frame, if accomplished within 60 minutes, each lady would recieve a bonus of an additional $250.00 No weapons or tools of any kind were permitted and other than that there were no other rules or restrictions. As soon as the door was closed they began to plot their strategy. They knew that the only weapons available to them were their hands, feet, legs and body weight. They also realized their best chance was to get the animal off its feet and down on the ground. It was deceided that Liz and Becky would stand together on one side, leap partially on its back while reaching over with their arms and use their weight to throw it off balance. Carol and Trish in the meanwhile would try tripping it up by grabbing its legs. It didn't take too long to see this wasn't going to work, the animal was just too fresh and nimble. There was a good chance that that either Carol or Trish might be injured if it kicked out. During a smoke break they discussed other options. Becky was all for standing behind it and giving it a good kick in the ba--s, the other three were afraid that if that didn't incapacitate it,the donkey would be frightened and they wouldn't be able to approach it. Right now it was just standing peacefully and ignoring them for all practical purposes. Tire it out, wear it down, that was the way finally agreed on. Carol (155 lbs. ) and Trish (180 lbs.) would mount it's back, Liz would get in front and try to get it to walk, Becky was to bring up the rear, slapping it on the legs and across the rump making it move. They all noticed how Becky insisted on being in the back, and they were all a little concerned that she would still resort to "punting". Trish and Carol were to also exert as much pressure as they could by squeezing their thighs around the donkeys ribs as they rode making it hard to breath. After about six laps around the inside perimiter of the building they could see the donkey breathing much harder and beginning to show some wear and tear. It was walking with it's head lowered and stumbling a little on occasion. Liz was also trying to keep it's nose covered with her hand as much as possible to further hamper breathing. Becky, being a true sadist at heart, noticed the donkey's head getting lower and lower and finally it refused to move at all. It just stood there with head bowed down, trembling, trying to regain it's breath. Carol and Trish, noticing it's discomfort, increased the pressure from their thighs. They looked on in amazement as Becky walked around to the front of the animal, it's head even with her waist, and jumped onto it's neck. There she was, all 5'9" of her, and 145 lbs. more or less just sitting on top of it's head, facing Trish And Carol. Being so tall, her legs were touching the floor so she had to bend them to get all of her weight to bear. She was actually kicking off from the floor while simultaneously raising her knees and squeezing with her thighs. She was actually trying to rip the donkey's head off. Either rip it's head off or break it's neck, even money which would happen first. We could see that she was really getting into this. Instead of vaulting up from the floor she now was keeping her knees bent on the way down, trying to force the donkey's head back into it's chest. Sometimes she would just sit, legs tightly wrapped around the head allowing all of her 145 lbs. to exert tremendous pressure on the neck and upper spine. When the head sank too low she would stand, squeezing her thighs as tight as possible and violently twist back and forth before leaping on top of the head and starting over. As the donkey approached the limits of his endurance, and what wouldn't with 335 lbs. astride your back trying to cave your ribs in with pressure from their thighs-and some beautiful sadist trying to break your neck, his legs began splaying out, which lowered his mid section and allowed Carol and Trish to push off from the floor and crash their weight down on his spine. "Get the hell in back and pull his tail sideways. Try to get him off balance" Trish hollered to Liz who was just standing there, amazed by the visciousness of her friends. When this was over she would definitely ask them to help teach her cheating husband a thing or two. Suddenly they heard a loud sickening snap. The donkey lurched forward and fell heavily onto it's right side. We could see that the right front knee (or whatever you call that joint mid-way between the hoof and the body) had shattered, pushing part of a bone through the skin. Without emotion or pity of any kind Becky immediatly knelt with both knees on the animals head, pinning it to the floor. Trish quickly straddled the upper shoulder which rendered the upper half imobile. Carol and Liz were trying to subdue the lower portion but with the upper left leg kicking back and forth wildly they had to both concentrate on trying to control that. After watching for a few seconds (while trying to keep balanced on the head) Becky shouted "Break that damned leg, quit screwing around with it". "Here Trish, scoot up here and sit on this head while I go help them" "Try to get your butt on the nose as much as possible so it can't breathe". The three of them finally managed to position and hold the leg straight out."Hang on now" Becky told the other two as she got to her feet and stood above the leg joint. Quickly she raised her foot and stomped down as hard as she could on the joint. One, twice, the third time she stepped up and with a loud snap, that leg was broken also. "Now help hold that damned donkey down, sit on it, bounce up and down, squash it's damn guts out"!