Lessons in Pain and Pleasure by Valerie Krystal's plan for revenge, the follow-up to "Gimme a V . . ." Following another of my 'smothering' victories at "The Queen's Dungeon", we go to Kelly's place for a 'nightcap'. As Kelly brings me a drink, I can tell what she wants from the expression on her face. "You can't get enough of these stories, can you?" I prod as she sits down beside me. "Like you don't get anything out of them," she retorts, likely stroking my breast to remind me of my reaction during the telling of the last story. "Plus, I expect this one to be hot, just as you promised." "Well, I'm sure you'll let me know if it isn't," I respond smiling. After a sip, I continue - For a short time following the incident with the cheerleaders, nothing happened. I still had no idea that Krystal was the one who had sent Jeanne and Tanya to give me a message. And I didn't know (really didn't care) if they'd suffered any consequences for not delivering it. I dated occasionally, but being so busy with classes, nothing got too serious. Also, unbeknownst to be, a new high school teacher had moved into town over the summer. She was a knockout named Cassandra. As luck would have it, Krystal's sister Nia was a student in one of Cassie's classes, and immediately let her older sister know that she did not appreciate the fact that there was 'a new sherriff in town'. Two hot babes in her town was more than Krystal could handle. The idea that both would be a challenge to her authority made things even worse. She set about trying to find a way of pitting one against the other to narrow the field. As classes progressed, I became close friends with a student named Marlene, another out-of-towner. Since we shared two classes which, concidentally, were each other's strongest and weakest, we became study buddies. A couple of months into the term, I became concerned one night when Marlene failed to keep one of our study appointments. When I went to her room to find her, I was alarmed at both the condition I found her in, and the story she told me. It seems she had also gotten a visit from Jeanne and Tanya. Not being the physical type, Marlene easily was intimidated by the two fit tuffs. Although not given a beating, her clothes had been torn, and her books and notes badly damaged, some lost. But what disturbed me most was that this was done to send me a message. "I tried to tell them," sobbed a badly shaken Marlene, "that I didn't know what they were talking about. But they insisted you had been bragging all over town about beating them up and then getting them to beat each other up. Did you really do that?" "Well," I acknowledged reluctantly, "that incident did happen. But I hadn't told anyone about it. I'm so sorry that you got dragged into this. Maybe it's time to go see the authorities about all this. "No!" interjected Marlene. "I just want to forget this ever happened. Besides, they said Cassie would know if you did anything about this." "Who's 'Cassie'?" I asked. "She's their boss, or leader, or whatever," Marlene continued. "She's the new teacher at the high school. Apparently she recruited those two to help her run things or something, like keeping the students in line. I don't know, it's all so strange." "Look, don't worry," I responded. "Let me get you something, then you get some rest and forget about all this." When I left Marlene's apartment I was seething. Not only had this Cassie sent those two bimbos and after Marlene and I, it also appeared that she was using them to initimdate her students. Figuring I was tough enough to handle anything or anyone, I decided I would beat some sense into her. I devouted as much time as I could spare over the next two weeks to studying up on my next 'victim'. It turned out that she liked to go jogging early in the morning. I decided that drubbing that bitch's belly would be just as good a workout as swimming. Two weekends after the incident with Marlene, I staked out her route. No one else was around, which I was kinda sorry about, because I wanted this humiliation to be public. Right on schedule, Cassandra came running down the path. The 5' 4" strawberry blond beauty was decked out in a pair of navy blue, knee-length tights, a white jogging bra and a light blue nylon jacket. I came out of my hiding place and began jogging up the path toward her. Seeing me, she began to move to the side to give me room to go by. I kept my line until we were almost even. I then suddenly turned to the left to drive my shoulder into her. Reacting faster than I would have thought possible, she managed to bring her arms out in front of herself to catch my shoulders and deflect me a little to the side. We still collided with enough force to send us both tumbling to the ground. "What's your problem?!" barked Cassie. "What did you do that for?" She slowly got to her feet, brushing off her clothes. I was also on my feet now, tingling with anticipation at what was coming. "I'm still waiting for an explanation," continued Cassie angrily. "Then, I want an apology." "You're the one who needs to apologize," I replied hotly. "And I'm going to make sure you do." "You want to fight me?!" Cassie responded incredulously. "You don't know who you're dealing with." "I know more than you think. I know who you are, and what you tried to do. Siccing your female goons on me was one thing, but going after my friend was cowardly. And now you're going to pay." Cassie just stared at me, opened-mouthed for a few moments. Then she shook her head and said simply, "You're crazy. I'm going to finish my run and leave you to stew in your own crazy world." When she finished speaking, Cassie moved to her left to get away from me. I quickly reached over with my left hand and grabbed at the right sleeve of her jacket. She responded by knocking my arm up and away with hers. The move left her midsection wide open. As hard as I could, I drove my right fist into her midsection - and hit a rock wall. My head jerked up in surprise. My fist, arm and shoulder were actually sore. This woman truly had 'abs of steel'. As I shook my arm and clenched and unclenched my fist while backing away, Cassie slowly peeled off her jacket. I stared in awe at smoothly muscled shoulders and arms that complimented the now fully visible etched six-pack. They framed a sports bra that was straining to contain a pair of 38D's. The muscles made part of me want to run, but the rest of her seemed to have me transfixed. The spell was broken when Cassie started to walk toward me, a slight smile on her face. I flicked up right foot to try and kick her in her bellybutton. Again, Cassie's lightning reflexes allowed her to get her arms in position to block the blow. I then threw a wild left at her head that she smoothly ducked. I followed up with a right to her midsection that never landed. Cassie easily blocked it with her left and slashed her own right across my midsection. I then experienced my second surprise. Once my punch was blocked I had anticipated Cassie's punch. Uncertain I could block it, I instead focused on tightening my stomach muscles. For a second, I felt nothing. Then a wave of pain so intense washed over me, that I looked down at me midsection thinking I had been sliced open. Seeing no blood, and angered that I was hurting, I threw another punch. This one was also blocked, and the answering punch tore up into my abs just below my bellybutton. With an explosive grunt I doubled over and backed further away. "I told you didn't know who you were dealing with," Cassie stated simply without bragging. "Let this end now." By now my pride had taken over. Unwilling to back down, I charged forward. I threw another punch that was easily stopped by Cassie as she grabbed my right arm with her left hand. She pulled my arm up and away, and in a lightning double move, threw a right hook that started at my belly button and travelled out toward my right side, and followed it with a chop back into those obliques. As my body bent to the right, my left arm came up exposing that side. A right hook dug deep into my left obliques and bent me back the other way. Both my arms were pressed into my aching sides, as if that would relieve the searing pain. That left my middle wide open. Cassie took advantage by snapping a quick left-right combo in just above my belly button. With a loud groan I bent forward, my arms now across my aching abs. Cassie stepped up and whipped lefts and rights into my lower ribs. When I tried to throw a punch to her wide open abs, I was shocked when she beat me to the punch by landing another solid right on my belly button, causing me to stumble backward, groaning loudly in pain. "You need to quit now, before you become seriously hurt." What did she mean 'seriously hurt'?! My sides and abs were on fire, and it was difficult to breathe and stand up straight. I was getting my butt thoroughly whipped by a woman who was clearly physically smaller than I, but I was still too angry to hear the concilliatory tone in her voice. I foolishly and clumsily tried to throw another right. It was wild and when it missed, my whole right side was left open. Pain erupted anew as her left tore into my obliques and her right pounded the bottom of my ribcage. Cassie then proceeded to punch, chop and spear my midsection, sides and ribs. No matter where I put my hands and arms to try to blunt or block the blows, she found an opening. She seemed to be surgically carving up the beef of my midsection bringing grunts and cries of pain from my now trembling lips. Although taking only a few minutes, this sequence felt like it lasted hours. And as much pain as I was in, the calmness of her face and the steady look in her eyes gave me the nagging suspicion that she wasn't hitting me as hard as she could have. I was actually relieved when a ramrod right to my belly button dropped me to my knees. "Enough! Talk to me," Cassie ordered. I heard her sigh audibly as I struggled back to my feet. I barely managed to get up my right arm to indicate I was finished. She came over and gently put her hand on my back. "Don't move. Just stay like this till you get a chance to catch your breath." I really didn't understand this woman. Even after I had perpetrated a sneak attack on her, she was still willing to be open and trusting with me. She was standing in a position that would have allowed me a free shot at her midsection. Not that I would have been able to do much damage because of the excessive amount of pain I was experiencing. After a few minutes, she continued, "Now tell me. What's this all about? I've never seen you before. So why the attack?" "Marlene," I managed to get out between gulps of air. "Who's Marlene?" came the calm response. After another few minutes, I was able to continue. "My study . . . partner. You - sent - your goons - to terrorize her." "I think you need to start from the beginning," Cassie prompted gently. Very slowly, as I regained my breath, I related the incident with two cheerleaders in the change room, and how they had tried to gain revenge by picking on Marlene. When I finished, Cassie said softly, "You need to come with me." "No," I blurted out, fearful of what might come next. "Look, right now you need to recover. My car's not far. I'm going to take you back to my place, and we'll work on getting you fixed up." Besides not being in a position to put up an argument, there was something reassuring in her voice and manner, so I went along. "So, what's your name?" Cassie asked after we got into the car. "Valerie." I replied weakly. "Well, Valerie, I think you've been set up. I don't know Marlene, and I don't know either Jeanne or Tanya. But I think I know who does." "Who's that?" "Nia and Krystal. Nia is student in one of my classes. Her older sister Krystal is a cheerleader at the university. Those two seem to think they run this town. Nia's been giving me a hard time." After a brief pause she continued. "I bet your from out of town, aren't you." When all I could do was nod weakly, she went on. "After you stood up to her 'molls' she decided to set us against each other." "She needs to be taught a lesson," I offered. "Agreed," acknowledged Cassie, "but we'll worry about that later." After Cassie brought me up to her apartment, she gave me some water to drink, then had me lie down on her sofa. After applying some cold, wet towels to my bruised midsection, she knelt down holding a plastic bottle. She carefully poured some of its contents on my stomach, and then gently, but firmly began massaging it into my aching muscles. At first, the pain sharply returned, but soon slowly subsided. As she continued to rub, I could actually feel the muscles start to relax, and my breathing became freer. I closed my eyes becoming lost in the sensation when Cassie suddenly stopped. I was shocked when I opened my eyes to see that she had started to remove her sports bra! I couldn't believe how my body was tingling at the sight of those erect pink nipples atop those magnificent mounds. Before I could do or say anything, she had poured more oil on me and was now spreading it around with her firm full orbs. I was so surprised that it took me a few moments to realize that I was actually enjoying what she was doing. Very soon, my eyes were closed again, and I was moaning in pleasure, one arm languidly stroking her back. When she stopped again, I opened my eyes once more to see Cassie looking down at me smiling. Without saying a word, she put her hands to the top of my chest and slid them down to open my sports bra. As she freed my now swollen mounds, she bent forward and started to kiss my mouth. Our tongues entwined as we fully tasted each other. My heart started to race as she began to stroke and caress my breasts. Further encouraged by my moaning and the return of her embrance, Cassie climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Breaking free from my puckered lips, her mouth tasted my face, chin, neck, and the middle of my chest, before finally making the ascent to my peaked right nipple. Going randomly from licking, blowing, and pressing that pleasure point brought me to a state of ecstacy that I had never experienced (until recently that is). While her mouth was occupied with my right orb, Cassie was using her left hand to caress and massage the other one. After skillfully building my arousal, she switched sides so that each mound had received equal treatment. When she had me ready to explode, she eased her breasts down on top of mine. I arched my back up to increase the feeling. She gently pressed down, and rubbed and lightly slapped her breasts against mine until we were both brought to long, moaning climax. "Wow!" Kelly exclaims as she lightly strokes the back of my neck. "I never imagined you losing a fight. But, besides making me jealous, you've also got me ho-" *RRRRRRNNNGG* "I was afraid of that," groans Kelly, reluctantly getting up to answer the phone. I sigh, then take another sip. When she comes back, I can tell from the look on her face that our evening has come to an end. "Yeah," she says reading my mind. "I have to go. They're going to be sending a car around to take me to catch the company jet. I have to head to the west coast." "Sure," I tease. "You're just jealous because of the story." Then I continue more seriously, "How long will you be gone?" "Don't know. But I'll call." "Well, I'll help you pack. Just to make sure you don't wear anything too sexy while your away."