By GW

Illustrated Domination/Catfight Story

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence and non-consensual sexual scenes. It is intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults, over twenty-one years of age.
 
 
 
 

Rosemary's overtaxed body swayed unsteadily, She was barely able to stay up on her knees. Laurel  paused long enough, to position the other woman's head with a tight grip on her red hair, and then cracked her right fist into Rosemary's battered jaw.

By now, poor Rosemary didn't know whether she was coming or going, and the second punch almost finished her.  Somehow, she still stayed upright, but it took all her courage and will power, to do it.  Before she did keel over, Laurel, grinning demonically, grabbed her head and held her up long enough, to smash her knee into Rosemary's face.

Rosemary blacked out for a moment as a result of the knee lift.  When she came to her senses, Laurel had locked her head between plump thighs, and twisted her arms painfully behind her back.  Rosemary's cries of pain were muffled by Laurels sweaty flesh.

When Laurel was satisfied, that she'd humiliated the prim and proper Principal long enough with that hold, she released her arms, and smashed Rosemary down on her face with a double arm bar to the small of her back.

The unfortunate Principal lay on her belly, unable to move, groaning in agony. The merciless art teacher knee dropped onto the small of her back, at least doubling poor Rosemary's agony.

Now that she had Rosemary face down on the floor, Laurel twisted the redhead's arms behind her back.  Rosemary wriggled around, but couldn't get them loose.  Laurel twisted her arms, until the pain brought tears to Rosemary's eyes

Laurel tormented the helpless Principal for a while, before she rolled her over on her back with a punishing choke hold, and slid her pump thighs around Rosemary's trim middle.

Rosemary groaned as those fat thighs nearly crushed her weakened belly muscles.  Not satisfied that she was hurting her foe enough, Laurel began to pinch Rosemary's nipples.  Rosemary was helpless to do anything more than scream at the vicious pain.

Through a haze of pain, Rosemary saw the mesmerized look of concentration on Laurel's face, as she tortured her.  The stricken Principal realized that Laurel was getting sexually turned on, by hurting her.

"The sick bitch!"  Rosemary thought mournfully.  She was revolted by the devilish art teacher's perverted enjoyment, yet there was nothing she could do, to stop it.  Laurel had beaten her up, too badly, sapped her superior strength, and hard as she struggled, she just couldn't get loose.  She was totally under Laurel's control, now.   Laurel recognized Rosemary's utter helplessness, and slid around on top of her, so she could sit triumphantly atop her beaten foe's chest, as she continued torturing her.

It was no use!  Rosemary was sickened by the realization that the contemptible Laurel had beaten her, but she knew it was true.  There was nothing more she could do. The pain in her sensitive boobs was awful.   She just couldn't bear it any longer.  She wept her surrender.

By now, Laurel was so excited by her sadistic treatment of the beaten redhead, that after the sobbing submission, she slid forward, onto Rosemary's face, and rubbed her sopping crotch on the Principal's tearstained face.   Laurel was using her face to masturbate on; Rosemary gagged in shamed disgust.  Laurel roughly rode her victim, until she gleefully exploded in a triumphant orgasm.

After she came, Laurel continued sitting on Rosemary's face, panting in a near ecstatic trance.  When she finally got her got her breath back, she stood up, and Rosemary looked despairingly up at the woman who had given her such a one-sided beating, but the Principal's ordeal wasn't over yet.

Laurel propped Rosemary up in a sitting position, against her own, big desk.  She put her foot on Rosemary's rounded thigh to emphasize her newly established dominance. Then, she proceeded to give the unfortunate Principal a long, stern lecture on how things would be run at Phillipsberg High from now on, Laurel's way.  Rosemary listened submissively to the harangue, nodding her head fearfully, whenever Laurel wagged a finger in her frightened face.

When Laurel finished lecturing the demoralized Principal, she stood up and pushed Rosemary's back against the desk.  She insultingly rubbed her dripping wet panties in Rosemary's face, one final time, like a cat putting her mark of ownership on a defeated rival.  Truth to tell, in her heart, the defeated, abused Rosemary was beginning to feel like Laurel did indeed own her, as she seemed to own everything else in town.  Now, Laurel pulled her new chattel to her feet.

Once Rosemary was standing, she begged the vicious witch to let her alone, but Laurel wasn't finished by any means.  She was having too much fun.  She roughly tugged on the sides of Rosemary's  pretty, blue panties, until they were wedged in the deep crevice between the Principal's splendid globular buttocks.  Then, she lifted the groaning redhead almost off her feet by the terribly painful grip.

As she held the screeching Principal in the air, Laurel snorted.  "Now, I'm going to to teach you what school discipline is really all about, you snotty bitch!"

When she set Rosemary down, Laurel flung the terrified Principal across her own big, mahogany desk, now, the ironic symbol of her vanished authority.   Laurel picked up Rosemary's big antique, yard stick and swished it through the air.  Lying face down, on the desk, Rosemary didn't need to be told what was coming next.   If she had any doubts, Laurel dispelled them by pulling her panties down around her full, succulent thighs, baring her gorgeous, goblet shaped bottom cheeks.  Laurel poked Rosemary's bottom as though to test its resiliency.  Rosemary trembled in apprehension.

Though expecting it, and doing her best to endure it, the savage hiding Laurel gave her unfortunate boss was indeed devastating.  Rosemary lost all control over herself, and shrieked like a wounded banshee.  Luckily, by then, even the school janitors had gone home, but in the parking lot, Laurel's chauffeur heard the ungodly screams.  The elderly servant shook his head sadly. "Sounds like Madam's found another victim!"  He thought.

It was nearly Six o'clock when Laurel tired of tormenting her defenseless victim.  She dressed leisurely, and flounced off, to be driven home in the Mercedes limo, by her patiently waiting chauffeur, leaving a thoroughly intimidated School Principal behind her.

It was after seven, before poor Rosemary could gather herself together, and drag herself home to lick her wounds, both physical and emotional.