Racquetbrawl
by ajbrown2005@yahoo.com
Teacher gets trapped and dominated by student


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Eleanor hit the racquetball one more time and then stopped. Her husband had
left about 20 minutes ago and she figured it was time to wrap things up as
well. They had spent the past hour playing racquetball on one of the courts
which was located in the recreation building of the college campus. It was
about 10 p.m. Eleanor had worked late tonight so her husband met her after
work to play for awhile. When her husband decided to leave Eleanor decided she
wanted to stick around the court for a little while and practice a little bit
more.

Eleanor was an accounting professor at the college. She was 40 years old and
about the most beautiful 40 year old woman you would ever see in your life.
She stood at only about 5'1 and barely weighed 100 lbs. She took excellent
care of herself. She had tan skin and sexy long brown hair. She was in
excellent physical shape. She had great legs and a great ass and the fact that
she kept them looking so good at her middle age made them even more
attractive.

When she was teaching, Eleanor wasn't shy about showing off her great looks.
She would either wear skirts which showed off her great legs or tight pants
which showed off her great ass. She would always were open- toed shoes to show
off her sexy feet. She would even sometimes where sleeveless shirts that
showed off her well toned tanned arms. It was often questionable if her attire
should even be worn by someone in her profession but no one ever questioned
her. Basically all of the male students who were straight were attracted to
Eleanor and she was well aware of this. Through the grapevine she was able to
find out about what all of the horny college students wanted to do with her
and on a couple of occasions in her long career students had walked right up
to here and told her what they'd like to do with her. Eleanor was quite a
conceited woman and didn't mind the praise whatsoever.

Although she was much liked by the students for her looks, Eleanor was not
very well liked for her teaching approach. She was not only cocky about her
looks but also about her knowledge of accounting. She taught at a large
university and her classes were always big lecture halls with at least 200
students in them. She taught with a cocky tone in her voice which often
indicated that she knew the material, and she could care less if anyone else
learned the material as long as they knew she knew it.

When teaching class sizes as large as Eleanor did it would be difficult for
any professor to get too know any of the students too well but Eleanor made no
attempt whatsoever. Students who were struggling with the material would often
ask her for extra help to which Eleanor would give snotty responses such as
"didn't you understand the lesson?" or "my job is just to give the lesson, if
you want extra help go see a tutor." Again, with so many students it would be
hard to give any of them individual attention but Eleanor made it clear that
she couldn't care less how well they did.

Eleanor set her racquet down against the wall in the enclosed racquetball
court and began to pack up her belongings. She was wearing short shorts and a
t-shirt and still looked good like that even at her age. Nobody else was in
the recreation building. The particular building that she was in closed at
8:00 but since she was a teacher she had a key so her and her husband could
play. She was going to have to turn off all the lights and lock up the
building when she left.

The racquetball court was 3 solid walls except the one wall, the one where the
door to get in and out was located, was glass. Eleanor was startled when out
of the corner of her eye she saw a figure. Scary thoughts went through her
head. Who could be in the closed building at this hour? A murderer? A rapist?
Fear shot through Eleanor's stomach. She looked over to the wall to see that
it was just some dumb young college girl. Her husband must not have locked the
door on the way out of the building and this dumb skank must have wandered
into the building.

Eleanor took a quick survey of the young girl's body from head to toe. She had
long brown hair. The girl's eyes were absolutely beautiful - brown, confident,
and quite intense looking. Although the girl had beautiful eyes the rest of
her face was quite chubby. She had chubby cheeks which definitely took away
from her pretty eyes. The girl was probably 19 years old.

Eleanor continued to look down at the girl's body. She wore an extremely tight
red shirt which showed her boobs off. The girl had enormous boobs, probably a
36D Eleanor guessed. This made Eleanor feel a little jealous. As beautiful as
Eleanor was she was a small woman and didn't really have any boobs. Despite
the rest of her beauty she was always pretty self-conscious about that.

Just like her chubby cheeks neutralized her pretty eyes, the college girl's
belly neutralized her big boobs. The tight red shirt she was wearing not only
showed off the girl's big boobs but showed off a huge belly as well. Eleanor
determined that the girl had no business wearing a tight shirt like that.

Things got worse below the big belly. The girl was also wearing tight black
spandex pants. She had a huge ass. She had no business wearing the tight shirt
but with that enormous ass she definitely had no business wearing tight
spandex pants. The girl wore black opened toed shoes as well. Her toe nails
were painted which mildly made up for the fact that her feet weren't very
cute. Overall the girl was probably 5'5 and 160 lbs.

The student opened the door to the racquetball court, walked inside, closed
the door and locked it. When Eleanor saw the girl lock the door she
immediately knew something was wrong. However, she was a confident woman and
she stood her ground. "Can I help you?" Eleanor asked the student sternly.

"Do you know what my name is?" the student asked.

"No I don't" Eleanor replied honestly having no clue.

"Do you even know who I am?" the student asked with her eyes getting bigger
and more intense.

"No I don't" Eleanor replied angrily. The anger was mainly just a smoke screen
for the fear.

"I'm a student of yours" the girl replied "I'm not surprised you don't know my
name or even recognize me because you never paid any attention to me. I came
to you for help on a few occasions this semester and you always blew me off. I
was really struggling with the material and you never seemed to care. I just
got my grade for the semester today and it was much lower then I anticipated.
You killed my G.P.A. this semester and now you are going to pay."

Eleanor looked at the size difference between herself and the student and knew
this student, whoever she was, could easily beat the crap out of her. Eleanor
wanted to yell for help but she knew no one was in the building. She looked at
her options. There was literally nowhere to run. The racquetball court was 3
solid walls that allowed absolutely no method of escape and the one glass wall
that had a locked door for the only exit which the student stood in the way of
the pathway too. Eleanor tried to make a run for the door. Just like a
defensive lineman, the big-boobed student stood in her way and laughed.
Eleanor tried to juke to the left but the student blocked her path again. She
was definitely in trouble.

There was one other possible option. Eleanor looked at one of the walls and
saw her racquet leaning against the wall. She wouldn't be able to just run
over and grab it because the student would stop her but if she was real
stealth she may be able to inch over to the wall, pick it up, crack the
student over the head, and make a run for it.

"Look" Eleanor said to the big-boobed student and she started slowly and
smoothly walking towards the wall as she spoke "let's talk about this. Why
don't we set a time to meet tomorrow we'll look at your grades and see what we
can do about getting you a better grade?"

Eleanor was now right next to the racquet. She couldn't believe the student
was stupid enough to let her get near the racquet but that's probably why she
couldn't do well in her class. Eleanor picked the racquet up with her left
hand and tried to hit the big-boobed student across the head. In the middle of
her swing the student used her left hand, grabbed Eleanor's skinny wrist and
stopped her progress. Eleanor tried to break her weak wrist free but she stood
no chance. She always thought of her self as powerful - she was so beautiful
and always was in such control as a teacher. However, she was not powerful,
she was weak. The student was easily proving that by controlling Eleanor's
weak arm with her strong one.

Eleanor continued to struggle as her student maintained a strong grip on her
wrist. The student squeezed harder at Eleanor's wrist then dug her fingers
into her wrist causing Eleanor to drop the racquet on the ground in pain. The
student picked the racquet up off the floor and threw it over in the corner,
far out of Eleanor's reach.

"Big mistake" the student said threateningly.

Eleanor wasn't going to take this from some student. She put her finger right
in the student's face. "Listen" Eleanor said sternly "you better just walk
away right now or you're going to get yourself in big trouble."

The student got a look of rage in her eyes when Eleanor put her finger in her
face. She made a fist and shook in Eleanor's view. "Get your finger out of my
face or I'll punch you right in the fucking face!" the student yelled at
Eleanor.

Eleanor looked at the bigger, stronger student shaking her fist. She thought
about how much in would hurt if the girl punched her in the face. As scared as
she was now she didn't want to back down to the girl and she kept her finger
in the student's face. Big mistake. The student took her strong fist and
punched Eleanor right in the nose. Eleanor felt a terrible pain which began in
her nose and shot throughout her head. Her eyes completely watered up and her
nose began to bleed. Eleanor had never been punched in the face before and it
was a lot worse than she thought it would be. She wanted nothing more than to
be out of this racquetball court. She wanted to be home at her nice warm house
in her husband's arms but she had no where to run.

It got worse. While Eleanor was still nursing her bloody nose that was
beginning to clear up the student grabbed Eleanor's small body and put her
over her knee. The student pulled down Eleanor's shorts and underwear and
started spanking her bare beautiful ass. Eleanor was already in too much pain
from the shot to the nose so she couldn't struggle. She lay draped over the
student's strong, big leg, and she felt the student's strong, open hand smack
away at her tiny firm ass. Eleanor cried and cried. She thought she had
complete control of all of her students but not this one. The big-boobed
student continued to smack away and the weak defenseless Eleanor could do
nothing but cry. It was so painful and so humiliating at the same time.

Finally after about 5 minutes of spanking the student stopped. Eleanor's
little butt still hurt real badly. "How was that?" the student said with a
complete tone of satisfaction in her voice. Eleanor wanted to say "fuck you"
but thought better of it. She knew who was in charge and it was not her.

"You know" the student said to Eleanor "I was just going to come here and
spank you. But you tried to hit me in the head with a racquet. I think that is
going to require more of a punishment."

Eleanor couldn't believe this. She wished she was in the classroom wearing her
business attire where she was so powerful and so in control. She definitely
did not want to be draped over this student's knee for any more spanking.
Eleanor expected to get smacked in the ass some more but the student pulled
her shorts up. The student stood up, lifted Eleanor to her feet, and put her
in a tight head lock. It hurt Eleanor's neck so badly. She tried to pry
herself free but her weak little arms couldn't do anything against the
student's strong arms. This student was so strong.

The student maintained her headlock on Eleanor and began to charge at the wall
like a battering ram. The student charged at the wall and drove Eleanor's head
right into the solid wall of the racquetball court. When Eleanor's head hit
the hard wall, a horrible pain shot through her entire head immediately. All
she could see was black, she felt extremely dizzy, and she fell right to the
ground. Tears poured down Eleanor's pretty face but after that blow to the
head she didn't have the strength to cry. She wanted to beg the dominant
student to stop but didn't have the strength for that either. The student
grabbed little Eleanor, brought her to her feet, put her in another headlock
and rammed her head into the solid wall again. After this blow the dizziness
was worse, the blackness was worse, and the pain was much worse. Eleanor fell
to the ground again, barely conscious.

The student put her mouth up to Eleanor's ear and talked softly into it. "Just
so you know" the student said "I will be back. It's going to be when you least
expect it. For awhile you'll be on guard waiting for me but the second you
relax I'm going to come into your life again. And we're going to do this all
over again. You'll have no idea when but I promise you this will happen."

The student grabbed Eleanor by the hair, and put Eleanor's little neck between
her big and strong legs. Eleanor was barely conscious but the strong legs
wrapped around her weak neck still hurt. The student stood up, with Eleanor's
neck still trapped between her legs, jumped up into the air, and pile drove
Eleanor's head into the hard floor. Eleanor felt her neck snap before she just
passed out altogether.

Eleanor regained consciousness with paramedics putting her on a stretcher and
strapping down her arms, legs, and neck to keep her immobilized. She looked
one of the paramedics in the eye. "What's happening" she asked "Am I
paralyzed?"

"We don't know anything right now" the paramedic replied "it looks like you
have a serious neck injury though so we want to be as cautious as possible."
Eleanor wanted to scream for her husband. Instead she passed out again.

Eleanor woke up lying on a hospital bed. She had a large neck brace on. She
used her eyes to look around the room. Her husband was right above her. There
was a doctor as well as a police officer in the room. Her husband saw her open
her eyes and gave her a hug but kept it gentle not to injure her.

"Am I paralyzed?" she asked out loud for the first person to answer.

"No thankfully you're not" the doctor replied "but you do have a neck injury.
It's going to take a few months of rehabilitation but in a few months you're
neck will be as good as new. You're not going to be able to do much for the
next couple of months and it may be a couple of weeks before you can walk
again. You also have a severe concussion. Expect to be having dizzy spells for
a couple of weeks as well. The bottom line though is you're lucky there is no
permanent damage." That was good news but Eleanor started bawling anyway. Her
husband held her hand and told her to take a deep breath and relax.

"Honey" he said "you have to tell the police officer who did this to you."

"It was a student of mine" she told the officer.

"What's her name?" the policeman asked.

"I don't know" she replied.

The policeman looked annoyed "Can you describe her at least?"

"Brown hair, big boobs, big belly, big butt"

The policeman laughed "I'll need more than that. That describes about half of
the girls at your school. What else can you tell me about her?"

Eleanor's memory of the situation was fuzzy and she couldn't tell much. She
became annoyed. She wanted to snap at the officer but remembered what happens
when you are disrespectful to people. She spoke softly instead. "If you can
somehow get a list of all my students and get me pictures of them I could
easily identify her."

"How many students do you have?" he asked "and what is the male female ratio
at your college?"

"Well I teach 7 different lecture halls a week" she said "I probably average
300 students per class. There's a lot more girls than guys at the school. The
ratio is probably 5:1 female to male." Eleanor became discouraged herself
about finding her attacker as those words came out of her mouth.

The policeman laughed again. "So you have over 2000 students and most of them
are girls? Sorry, ma'am but unless you can give us more of a description we're
not going to be able to find her."

Eleanor became angry. She wanted to really yell at the officer but again
remembered the potential consequences for disrespect. She spoke softly but
much less softly than last time. "Can't you do an investigation? Look what
this girl did to me! Officer, you HAVE to find this girl and arrest her!"

"Investigation for what?" the officer replied with a laugh that implied she
was asking the world of him "a hurt neck that's going to heal? A concussion?
Ma'am you teach at an extremely large university where rapes occur on a
regular basis and there have even been a couple of murders. And we aren't even
able to find the culprits in those cases half of the time. It's unfortunate
that you aren't going to be able to walk for awhile but you're injuries do not
warrant an investigation. Unless you can identify her yourself there isn't
much we can do." There was no way Eleanor could do that. She had no idea who
the student was. Which student's had she failed lately? That would prove
nothing. All the student said was "her grade was much lower than she
anticipated." That didn't narrow anything down. Eleanor cried some more.

"I'm sorry" the officer said and he left the room.

"I'll send a nurse to check on you in a couple of hours" the doctor said and
he left the room.

Eleanor's husband rubbed her arm. "Just relax, honey" he said "it's all over
with. You're going to get better and you'll never have to worry about this
again. Close your eyes and relax."

Eleanor followed her husband's instructions. She closed her eyes and took a
couple of deep breaths. He was right. It was over with. She was severely hurt
but she was going to recover. Now she was right where she wanted to be with
her husband. She could now relax.

Once Eleanor finally got comfortable she began remembering more details of the
attack. She remembered a horrible detail - the strong, dominant, student's
voice talking into her ear and the words - " ... the second you relax I'm
going to come back into your life again. And we're going to do this all over
again." Eleanor state of relaxation immediately turned to a state of fear. She
couldn't relax. Because the second she did the student was going to get her
again. There was nothing she could do about it. Eleanor, the beautiful,
intelligent, confident, teacher was now going to have to live her life in
fear.