Short skirts and big thighs. By Bumsquashed An office dispute leaves one girl broken Vicky fumed to herself. A weekend tanning her curvy legs in the garden and nobody was paying her any attention because that new girl Marcia was flaunting her thighs round the office in a skirt no bigger than a handkerchief. Vickie was 20 and had been the governess in this office for a good while now. She wore the shortest skirts, she wore the lowest cut necklines and everybody knew she would defend this 'right' with her fists. When she had started, the office governess was a 25 year old called Jackie. She had got the hump with Vicky showing too much flesh and had taken her down to the basement boiler room one afternoon and locked the door, intending to show her who was boss. Jackie had beaten six other girls in her time in the office and everybody knew where she and Vicky were going. Two girls had left work after their session with Jackie. One had reportedly been seen on crutches over a fortnight later. Nobody dared say anything when Jackie called Vickie to come and help her get something sorted out downstairs. But they were all grateful it wasn't them. Jackie was good, very good. She slammed Vicky all round the boiler room and pounded her with kicks and punches, but Vicky was bigger and tougher than most of the others, and at 17 she was fitter and younger and quicker than Jackie. Try as she might Jackie could not get any meaningful holds on the strong agile teenager and had to resort to battering her. As Jackie kept up her non-stop barrage Vicky just defended herself, hanging in there to protect her looks as much as anything. She couldn't land any punches of her own, Jackie was far too strong and to start with was simply too much for her, and Vicky regretted ever getting on the wrong side of this immensely powerful woman. But Vicky had fought before and not only could she defend herself, she could also sense when Jackie's punches and kicks finally began to carry less and less venom. Jackie had never had to work this hard to beat a submission out of anyone before and had no idea about pacing herself but even she felt that she was beginning to struggle to hit the new girl and then started to get picked off by Vicky's punches. Gradually the tide turned until eventually a sore but elated Vicky knelt on Jackie's heaving exhausted chest and punched the older woman's lights out repeating the mantra 'I'm the boss girl now!' over and over again into her predecessor's tear stained face. Nobody said anything, but everybody knew. Neither girl came to work for the rest of the week, but next Monday Vicky wore a short skirt over bare legs while Jackie wore tights and a knee length number. Nobody ever questioned Vicky's authority again. They had all been scared of Jackie and reasoned that anyone who could beat her was not someone to tangle with. But now a new girl had started, a cute new girl who wore her blouse with no bra and her skirt with no attempt to cover her legs. For the whole day Vicky planned how she would annihilate Marcia. How she would reduce her to a sobbing defeated baby. How she would twist those prominent nipples until they shrivelled, and bruise her thighs so she would hide her legs in shame. Vicky was 20 and packed just under 130lb into her 5'6 frame. Marcia was a petite 17 year old, 100lb and 5'2. Vicky had no doubt of her ability to see this one off. Nobody else had dared take her on, this girl must just be exceptionally stupid. At 4 o'clock as Vicky approached Marcia's desk she was surprised when the younger girl stood up and wordlessly nodded in assent before she had even been asked downstairs. Somebody must have tipped her off and Vicky made a mental note to beat the identity of Marcia's informant out of her. Vicky led the way and Marcia willingly followed, knowing what was up. Vicky had been expecting the full element of surprise that Jackie had had over her last time, and she was naturally concerned that her opponent was ready for her, but she was still sure that her size and strength would see her rival off. Vicky locked the door and stripped down to her underwear. Marcia followed suit. Even though Vicky had been planning this showdown and had worn her skimpiest red lace bikini set, she was stunned that Marcia had even skimpier black lycra panties stretched tight over her ripe little butt and no bra at all, her gorgeous boobs not needing any support to keep them in place. Marcia raised her arms to brush her hair back, deliberately flexing her athletic biceps and thrusting her tits out as she did so. Marcia seemed to have won the pre match pose down, but Vicky stretched to touch her toes, her glutes standing hard and proud, her big hunky quads rippling, her hamstrings bulging, and Marcia had her first moment of doubt. But only briefly, she sprang to drop-kick Vicky in her beautiful full ass. It sent Vicky sprawling on her face and gave Marcia the immediate advantage, but at the same time Vicky was alert enough to register that Marcia had only kicked her ass. In the same situation Vicky would have kicked the girl hard between the legs. So maybe this kid wasn't ruthless enough. For now there were other worries. Marcia had followed up her advantage by elbow dropping the exposed left thigh of her opponent. Vicky's hamstring throbbed with pain and she tried desperately to roll out of the way of any more blows. Marcia aimed a kick into Vicky's ribs but the big girl was on her way out of reach and scrambled to her feet, relieved to have ridden out her opponent's sneak attack with no more than a sore hamstring. Marcia led with her feet again, taking the startled Vicky in a flying headscissors and flipping her hard to her back. Vicky was completely disoriented. Where did this girl learn to execute a flying headscissors. Maybe this little bitch was just too bloody tasty. Vicky wriggled and struggled to get free from Marcia's tight young thighs but Marcia knew how to keep a headscissors on and rode her adversary easily. Vicky felt her head throbbing from the squeezing it was getting and panicked into lashing out with her elbows, one of which landed spot on Marcia's tit. They may have been firm and pert but Marica's tits were not built to withstand a full blooded elbow smash. She involuntarily loosened her grip and Vicky scrambled loose and on top of Marcia, arms and elbows flailing. Marcia tried to cover herself up but Vicky was furious at being caught off guard and determined to weaken the smaller girl enough to beat the fight out of her. Vicky's magnificent golden tan contrasted with Marcia's paler but equally flawless skin, and her big voluptuous frame seemed to dwarf her slighter rival as she straddled her chest and attempted to pin her arms beneath her knees. Marcia whimpered for the first time as Vicky's knee pinched the flesh of her upper arm and Vicky sneered as she belted Marcia across the face with her clenched fist. Marcia tried to snake her legs under Vicky's arms but Vicky was smart enough to expect that and leaned her shoulders forward before aiming a sneaky blow behind her straight into Marcia's crotch. Marcia's whole body legs convulsed and Vicky seized the opportunity to pin Marcia's arms and slide further up her chest. Marcia wanted desperately to rub her aching crotch but Vicky now had her arms pinned firmly to the ground and had her head held tightly between her big beautiful golden thighs. Vicky continued to pepper Marcia's face with punches. There was nothing to be gained from teasing her victim, she needed to annihilate her so convincingly that she would never question Vicky's authority again. Vicky reached behind her and again punched Marcia in the stomach and the crotch, before concentrating on wrenching at her nipples and then grabbing both of her boobs and mauling them viciously. Marcia's whimpering grew louder as the fiercely dominant Vicky began working her over at will, and Vicky just increased the pressure all the time. After five minutes Marcia was sobbing and begging but Vicky hadn't finished with her yet. She had let Marcia's arms free and moved back down to slide up and down Marcia's chest while the younger girl tried desperately to protect her aching nipples. Marcia lifted her knees from time to time to try and lever Vicky off but the big blonde just rode her back to the mat bouncing violently on her chest each time. Again Marcia lifted her knees and Vicky put all of her weight into forcing her back to the mat and crushing her tits at the same time. But this time Marcia swung her legs up and managed to lock them under Vicky's arms while she was still off balance. Marcia levered her strong legs with all the power she could still muster and despite her dominance Vicky felt her body being flipped backwards by the lithe teenager. Marcia was all but spent and she knew that Vicky was far far stronger than her by this point. She was now fighting on adrenalin and survival instinct, and without thinking about how she should fight the girl whose shoulders she now had pinned beneath her thighs and whose big firm butt was pressed in all its magnificence against her chest she smashed both hands hard between Vicky's legs. Vicky howled in agony and wriggled like a giant eel. Marcia could barely hold her and swiftly delivered another blow to Vicky's open crotch before she could break free. Vicky crossed her legs for protection and bucked violently as Marcia felt her grip weakening. Although Vicky had broken free she was unable to stand as quickly as Marcia and it was the pretty 17 year old who was able to pepper the voluptuous 20 year old with desperate kicks. Survival was all that mattered now to either of them and now Marcia was quite prepared to play just as dirty. As Vicky covered her tits Marcia kicked her solidly in the side of her head and knocked her once more to the ground on her back . Instantly she followed with a knee drop to the groin before rolling quickly out of arms length. Vicky was floundering now. She couldn't stand and she felt physically sick from the pounding she had taken. Marcia felt her strength returning and floated in again to stomp all over Vicky's big legs. Vicky made to curl into a ball as Marcia pressed her advantage and Marcia fell for it and moved in for the kill. As she came close Vicky swivelled on her back and aimed a lucky kick straight into Marcia's groin, doubling her up and buying her precious time. Vicky found her feet as Marcia was just straightening herself up. Both girls were all but out for the count. Both felt seriously injured internally and neither wanted to go on, nor could either conceivably give up. Marcia flashed out with her feet but Vicky parried with her strong arms and drove forward with her shoulder into Marcia's midriff. Little Marcia crumpled under the onslaught and Vicky once more outmuscled her opponent, forcing her to the mat and slapping on a debilitating figure four head scissors as she wrenched both arms with all the strength she could muster. Every muscle in both girl's body tensed, but Vicky maintained this lethal hold and slowly Marcia's limbs weakened, softened and then dropped. Vicky kept the hold on for a further two minutes to be sure that she had beaten her foe, before unlacing her legs and letting Marcia's head drop to the floor. Marcia lay motionless, barely breathing. Vicky lay motionless, her mind completely blank, drained of all emotion. For five minutes neither girl moved, until Vicky heard Marcia stir slightly. She got up slowly and stood over her beaten rival, then kicked her in the ribs. Marcia moaned softly, unable to manage anything more, and with enough pain already to last a lifetime. Vicky had destroyed her, but she was not satisfied that she had dominated her enough. Marcia had not submitted to her and honour demanded that she did. Vicky pondered slapping on the figure four again and waiting for Marcia to come round, then commanding her to give. But her ruthless streak was fading. She grabbed Marcia's arm and with difficulty hoisted her up and draped the arm over her shoulder. She then bent down placing her other shoulder between Marcia's unsteady legs and lifted her across her back. Having steadied herself and confident of her balance she moved one hand to Marcia's neck and the other to her crotch and then lifted her above her head. The sight of the drooping battered teenager hanging helplessly above her gave Vicky a new burst of strength and she brought the younger girl down across her outstretched leg, ramming her thigh hard into Marcia's boobs. Marcia yelped involuntarily and Vicky left her face down over her leg while applying a lethal armbar with one hand and slapping her face with the other. Marcia had slowly been returning to her senses as she felt Vicky hoist her up, and was well aware that she was being lifted over the big beauty's head. But she had been too weak to stop her, and had no choice but to take the full brunt of Vicky's muscular thigh in her chest. She felt Vicky tighten the armbar and subconsciously tried to resist. Vicky felt the resistance and knew that Marcia was conscious enough to be finished. Marcia was too badly beaten to stop her. Vicky positioned her big strong tanned forearms either side of Marcia's pale and now feeble arm and then she slowly, mercilessly bent the teenager's limb until they both knew it was about to snap. 'Give it up now girl or I'll break it' 'Never' 'And after I break it I'll break the other one' 'Bitch' 'And after that I'll do both of your legs' 'Owwwww!' Vicky forced the arm up Marcia's back, dislocating her shoulder and promptly reapplied the bar to breaking point. And Marcia did break, she moaned and pleaded. She begged Vicky to let her go and not to break her arms and legs. She promised she would never try to outdress Vicky again. She admitted without question that Vicky was the better woman, better looker, better lover, better fighter, better figure, better dressed, just simply better. And Vicky let go of her arm and pulled her up by the hair into a kneeling position and standing in front of her put Marcia's head between her big tanned thighs and squeezed. As Marcia's hands clawed uselessly at her firm muscular quads, Vicky leaned forward and clasped her hands round Marcia's waist and lifted her to the vertical with no opposition from her rival. Marcia did not even struggle as Vicky let out a blood curdling grunt and jumped in the air kicking her feet out in front of her and sending her former little problem into oblivion.