Marital Stress. Part 4. Feline Fury. By GW Ellen is challenged to a catfight, by Eric's jealous girlfriend. This story contains violence, f/f rape and n/c. It is only intended for mature readers, and should not be read by anyone under twenty-one years of age. Feline Fury After the night Eric almost anally raped her, Ellen stayed away from the Spa for a couple of days. She exercised in the basement at home, but it was so lonely in the large house without Don or the girls. She had a hard time staying away from the liquor cabinet. "Damn it! I'm paying big money to belong to that Health Spa! Why should I let that fat slob, Eric, keep me away form it?" Ellen thought angrily. The stubborn blond set her determined chin, packed her gym bag and drove to the spa. She did take care to avoid Eric for the next few days. She only went to the Spa, during the daytime. There were generally lots of people around, then, and no danger of finding herself alone with Eric. Sometimes, she detected an unfamiliar undercurrent from some of the other women at the spa. Her husband's secretary, Tracey was more obnoxious then ever. Tracey had taken great pains to let Ellen know that Don didn't want to see Ellen. She hinted that she was sleeping with him. "I suppose, after what I did with Eric, I can't complain, if Don is sleeping with that bitch!" Ellen though sadly. She didn't quite believe Tracey, but it made her detest the little bitch, more than ever. One evening, Ellen got so involved, that she stayed later, than she had for the last few days. It was Sunday evening, too, with even less people around, then usual. She hurried, anxious to get out of there. She didn't want to run into Eric, by herself. She had just showered and was still drying off, when she noticed Tracey whispering to a short, dark girl at the other end of the locker room. The other girl was Myra, the head instructor at the Spa, and unofficial wrestling coach. Since Ellen had beaten Myra in a wrestling match, she knew Myra had it in for her. Until then, Myra had been the unofficial champ and queened it over the other women interested in wrestling. Myra's enmity didn't particularly bother Ellen. The way the other two women glanced over, and glared, she guessed they were talking about her, and not saying anything nice. Myra was also involved with Eric, and Ellen supposed her brief disastrous fling with the fat man hadn't endeared her to Myra any, either. While still speaking to Tracey, Myra specutively examined Ellen's rich, generous curves, as the blond toweled off. Slightly above average height at 5'6", several inches taller than Myra, the beautiful, curly- haired, blond was both voluptuous and taut-muscled. Her proudly arched back and broad shoulders held her heavy, firm-fleshed breasts, juttingly erect . Her impressive bosom was balanced by strong, solid hips, and hard, ripely-rounded, buttocks, that flowed into long, gorgeous, strong- muscled legs. Those generous curves were excitingly setoff by a slim waist, cinched tight by her exercise-toughened, back and belly. Naturally-blond, shoulder-length hair, perfectly shaped nipples, and a soft, light-brown pubic fleece accented her flawless, pink and cream complexion. Myra was thinking. "The blond bitch does have a great body. I know she's pretty strong too and she wrestles good. I wonder just how tough she is in a real fight, though? Well, there's only one way to find out." When Tracey left, Mya sauntered over to Ellen and said. "Hey Blondie, I heard you been fooling around with My Man?" Ellen's nostrils fared angrily. She hated being called "Blondie." She'd heard too many blond jokes. "Well, I didn't force him to come on, to me, and to tell you the truth, you're welcome to the fat pig!" Ellen snapped back. "Just watch your step. Blondie!" Myra went on. "Or you're liable to get hurt!" "Are you threatening me?" Ellen retorted, and she laughed. " Get lost! I'm certainly not afraid of a loser like you!" "You like to back that up, woman to woman?" Myra snorted. The hot-tempered blond was more than ready! She assumed Myra meant in the ring in the exercise room. It would be deserted, by now. "Sure, if that's what you want! Let me put my leotard on, and I'll meet you in the ring in two minutes." "Good enough!" Myra retorted. However, Myra had no intention of fighting by the rules in a ring! When Ellen turned to reach for her leotard, Myra smashed a two-handed, rabbit-punch across the back of her neck . The blow flung Ellen, face first, into the door edge, of her open locker. Myra's cowardly attack stunned Ellen, but she gamely turned around with her fists up. Myra charged full tilt, slamming into the bigger girl like a whirlwind, scratching and clawing Ellen's lush body. Myra's unrestrained viciousness caught Ellen off guard. Up until now, she had only wrestled against other girls, for fun. Myra gripped Ellen's big, round, right boob, to hold the blond steady, and drove a straight, right fist deep into her lower belly. Ellen gasped in pain, and partially doubled over. Myra seized her soft, blond fleece with her right hand. Holding Ellen by the breast and crotch, Myra shoved the other girl backwards, building up momentum, until she rammed Ellen's back into another metal locker. Ellen went limp from the second stunning impact, and slid to the floor in a tangled heap of glorious, nude femininity. On her hands and knees, Ellen tried to untangle herself. Before she made much progress, Myra flung herself on her back. Ellen plopped down heavily, breasts and belly flattening painfully against the hard floor. Myra wrapped her muscular but stringy legs around Ellen's strong, round thighs, clutching them tightly, in a grapevine. Her hard fists beat a tattoo on Ellen's head and shoulders. At first, Ellen couldn't dislodge Myra, but she bridged up on her hands and knees. The brunette was still on top of her, and it took all of her considerable strength. She straightened her proud back and knelt erect. Myra jumped clear, as Ellen rose purposefully to her feet. She rocked Ellen's body, with a flurry of kidney punches. She followed up, by grabbing Ellen's shoulder length, blond curls and jerking her backwards, into a series of knee-lifts to her kidneys. Ellen tore free. Groaning, she pressed her hands to the small of her back. Throbbing pain bent her body backward. Myra grasped her arm and pulled the blond around, face to face. She smashed a flurry of ruinous punches to Ellen's out thrust belly. Ellen jack-knifed forward, targeting her face perfectly. Myra's knee crunched into her chin. Myra grabbed the stunned blond by the hair, and jerked her face down into another disabling knee-lift, to the solar plexus. Ellen clutched her belly. She doubled over, hanging in air, a moment, before slumping to her knees. As her knees touched the floor, Myra landed a thundering kick to Ellen's lower body. It flopped the blond, over on her side. The next kick was even more vicious. It sank deep into Ellen's sumptuous right breast, and flipped her over on her back. Ellen was wide open, dazed and spreadeagled on her back. Myra knee- dropped into her exposed belly. Ellen's mouth gaped open, as though to scream, but the only sound was a gagging moan. Myra pounded her fists into Ellen's beautiful face. The punishment hadn't sapped all of Ellen's impressive strength. She rolled over, and dislodged Myra. Myra instantly grabbed Ellen between the legs, and by the breast, and rolled her over on her back again. Myra straddled the blond, forcing her hard bottom deep into Ellen's hurting middle. She bounced up and down several times, to weaken Ellen some more. >From atop Ellen's belly, she pounded the blond's breasts, bouncing them all over her broad chest. Ellen breathed in ragged gasps. She cried out each time a punch plowed into her nipples, or Myra buried a fist in a soft, round boob. Ellen covered her bosom with her hands, but Myra grabbed her right wrist with both her hands, and forced Ellen's arm down flat on the floor. Ellen fought like a tigress, but Myra's vicious, dirty tactics had taken a lot out of her. Myra pinned Ellen's arm with a knee on her nicely developed, biceps muscle. Once Ellen's right arm was pinned securely, Myra methodically pinned her left arm, the same way. No matter how violently Ellen bucked her hips and thrashed her long, voluptuous legs, she couldn't throw the smaller woman off her. With the blond pinned vulnerably beneath her, Myra methodically pounded Ellen's face with her fists. She slammed Ellen's head back and forth, until her own knuckles were raw and bleeding, and Ellen's face, even more fearfully bruised. Ellen wasn't wearing lipstick, but her mouth looked like a smear of raspberry jam. No matter how much Myra hit her, the blond still struggled gamely. When Myra paused to get her breath, Ellen lurched frantically. She partially dislodged the merciless brunette. She pulled her right arm free, and drove it into Myra's side. Taken by surprise, Myra tumbled over on her back. Ellen rolled on top, and straddled Myra's chest. Before she could pin the other girl's arms though, Myra sank her claws into Ellen's crotch. Myra clutched two handfuls of Ellen's delicate pubic flesh and sandy thatch. Ellen shrieked at the fierce, cruel pain. She yanked on Myra's wrists, but couldn't pry the cruel claws loose. In the struggle, Myra pushed Ellen off her. They were lying side by side, but Myra still had both hands dug into Ellen's genitalia. Ellen tried desperately to pull away, but she couldn't loosen Myra's clinging grip. Ellen's shrieks of agony echoed through the gym. The screaming blond pounded her fists into Myra's body, finally causing the brunette to lose her devilish grip. Once free, Ellen rolled away from her tormentor. She desperately needed some respite. She reeled helplessly to her feet, clutching her scaldingly, punished pussy in agony. Myra jumped up even quicker, and sped after Ellen. She caught her, and spun her around. She slapped the blond across the face. Ellen couldn't avoid the open handed, roundhouse swing. She staggered sideways, her strong legs trembling nearly out of control. "I heard, you're supposed to be a real tough bitch, someone who was going to give me some competition." Myra laughed sarcastically. "Eric warned me not to tangle with you, because you're so good. He must be losing what little sense he's got. You're nothing but a stupid, little blond cream-puff, a useless little fluff head, just like every other blond bimbo, I've ever taken apart." Myra punctuated her sneering insults with another stinging, contemptuous slap, across Ellen's mouth. The slap dropped the bigger girl to one knee. Ellen gasped out a single, "B-bitch!" Her voice choked with pain and frustrated fury. "If you think I'm a bitch, why don't you do something about it, you stupid, cow?" Myra taunted her. Even as she said it, Myra whipped her toe into Ellen's strongly molded belly. Goaded beyond endurance, Ellen ignored the dreadful pain, tormenting her beautiful body. She sprang at Myra from her semi-kneeling position. Unfortunately, Ellen found Myra waiting for her. Myra hit the gorgeous blond with a powerful right uppercut. The punch crashed into Ellen's firmly rounded chin, and threw her charge off-course. Ellen's furious momentum carried her, careening into the wall. Ellen's long, strongly molded legs quivered and shook. She had to clutch the wall, to support her hurt, trembling body. Myra grabbed Ellen's shoulders, and spun her around. Up until now, Ellen's strength and dedicated conditioning had withstood everything Myra's savage cruelty dished out. Now though, Ellen's square shoulders slumped, and her big, up-tilted breasts sagged wearily on her broad chest. Perspiration drenched her blond curls, and dripped from her forehead. Her cameo-white face had gone sick green. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, blurred by tears she valiantly sought to hold back. Her bruised mouth twisted in a grotesque grimace of agony. Her choked, involuntary moans were audible throughout the room. Myra looked Ellen up and down, with smug satisfaction. Then she coolly plowed her left fist into Ellen's aching belly. By now, Ellen's powerful belly muscles were spongy. Myra's fist sank into the limp flesh, almost wrist-deep. Somehow, Ellen avoided collapse. Courageously, she swung her fist. Myra contemptuously blocked Ellen's punch with her left hand. Then she sank her right fist into Ellen's belly again. This time her punch was so low, she barely missed Ellen's curly pubic thatch. The blow flattened Ellen's strongly out thrust buttocks against the wall. Defensively, Ellen raised her trembling arms. Myra easily brushed them aside, and retaliated with a one/two combination to Ellen's bosom. A fist sank into each opulently round globe, nearly paralyzing Ellen. The proud, gutsy, blond didn't let the attack go unanswered. She gamely threw a counter punch. Myra moved her head, a fraction, and the punch glanced harmlessly off her cheek. That didn't stop the dauntless blond though; she kept right on punching. It looked like she was moving in slow motion, though. Most of her weak, uncoordinated punches missed. The few that landed, didn't faze Myra any. She laughed cruelly at poor Ellen's futile attack. The valiant effort proved too much for the gorgeous blond. She pitched forward, but Myra caught her around the waist in a fierce bear-hug. Myra's thin snakelike arms locked tightly around Ellen's aching middle, until they were half buried in the yielding white flesh. Ellen struggled, but her arms were too weak to pry Myra loose. She beat her fists ineffectually against Myra's back, but that was fruitless too. Myra half-lifted Ellen's sturdy body off the floor. She buried her chin in the circle of Ellen's collar bone. Ellen's back arched painfully backwards. She threw her head back, mouth agape, gasping painfully for air. Her arms dropped limply to her sides. Myra kept squeezing, until Ellen's knees buckled. Ellen shuddered and collapsed against the other woman. Myra supported the bigger girl's entire weight, while she kept squeezing. When she was sure the blond was helpless, she dropped Ellen in a heap at her feet. Doggedly, the brave blond threw her arms about Myra's ankles, and tried to pull herself erect. Myra grabbed a handful of sweat drenched curls, and cocked Ellen's head. The curly-topped blond clung helplessly to Myra's knees. Myra mercilessly slapped Ellen's face back and forth, as hard as she could swing her arm. She brutally buffeted Ellen's head from side to side. Ellen saw the cruel delight in Myra's eyes. If she didn't escape now, she was finished. She lunged sideways, using her last bit of strength to break Myra's painful grip on her sweat slick hair. Before Ellen could roll away, Myra grabbed her arm with both hands and twisted it behind her back in a hammer lock. Myra shoved Ellen's arm up her back, as far as it would go. She used Ellen's captured arm as a lever to force her back on her feet. Once she had Ellen where she wanted her, Myra held her there, with her left hand, and plowed her right fist into Ellen's sinuous back, pounding her kidneys with brutal abandon. Ellen's legs buckled again, and she slipped to her knees. Myra dropped Ellen's arm, and walked in front of the kneeling blond. Before Ellen fell on her face, Myra grabbed a big ripe breast in each hand. She clawed and pinched Ellen's vulnerable, ripe-fruited boobs. The tormented blond was in such agony, she thought she'd go mad. She shrieked in protest unable to restrain her cries. "Ya want me to twist them off ya, bitch?" Myra demanded, in a self- satisfied snarl. Poor Ellen couldn't take anymore. "Nooo, no, st-stop! I quit! I quit!" The gutsy blond croaked in a broken whisper. Even after Ellen submitted, Myra twisted and squeezed her milky bosom, just to hear her beautiful victim scream some more. When Myra did let go, she slapped Ellen across the face one more time, and then stepped aside. Ellen pitched face first to the floor. She cradled her abused boobs in her arms as she fell. Whimpering softly now, she lay unmoving where she fell. Her face and upper body were on the floor, but she was still up on her knees, so her solidly rounded, bottom cheeks thrust boldly in the air. Myra sank to her own knees to rest awhile. She gave Ellen a stinging slap across the behind first. Myra couldn't leave her helpless rival in peace for long. After a few moments, she patted Ellen's muscular behind, running her hand over her trembling buttocks. The fleshy mounds quivered nervously at her touch. Myra trailed her middle finger along the tight crevice that divided the solid globes. Ellen winced visibly. Myra shoved her hand between Ellen's taut thighs, forcibly separating them. Boldly, she thrust deeper, until she reached Ellen's fleecy mound. Ellen tried to squeeze her legs together, but she didn't have the strength to deny Myra's intimidating invasion. At first, Myra touched and fingered Ellen's pussy, and then she thrust her index and middle fingers deep inside. Ellen shrieked in vain protest, at Myra's brazen, hideous violation of her body. Her arms thrashed furiously at first, but at last all she could do, was helplessly rest her hands on her trembling bottom in pitiful protest. Myra was amazed to find Ellen was still tight and dry. She'd had her share of nude catfights, and wrestling with other women. Usually, the close, bodily contact, of a violent, nude fight, left both women wet and horny. Even the pain, itself, sexually aroused many. Ellen was clearly not aroused at all. Myra smiled cruelly, pleased at her discovery, knowing this made the humiliation even more devastating for the haughty, older woman. Now, she thrust her thumb deep into Ellen's tightly clenched little anus. Having Myra viciously violate her most precious, bodily intimacies, drove Ellen nearly insane. She jerked and lunged convulsively, but Myra's grip was too secure to be broken. Tearfully, Ellen naively blurted out. "Ooooh, ow, ow, d-don't do that to me, you nasty bitch!" Myra laughed scornfully, at Ellen's forlorn protest. Then, with her left hand, she grabbed Ellen by the hair. With the terrifying control her twin grip gave her over Ellen, Myra forced the beaten, older girl, up on her feet again. Ellen was taller, but Myra's vicious grip forced her up on her toes. Her long, shapely legs trembled coltishly in distress. Ellen's pale face blazed crimson in shame, but there was no way the proud blond could resist. With Myra's snake-like fingers wriggling deep inside her body, the only thing Ellen could do, was walk submissively, in front, as the brunette pushed from behind. Myra's grip on her hair, held Ellen's head painfully erect, but the gaze from her hurt, blue eyes dropped to the floor, too ashamed to look up. The backs of her hands pressed against her buttocks, on either side of Myra's pillaging claw, in a charmingly innocent gesture of protective modesty. Myra walked Ellen right out of the locker room, into the exercise room. She forced her to walk, abjectly shamed and helpless, past several club members still exercising at this late hour. Ellen knew all of the other women, adding frightfully to her humiliation. Worst of all, one of them was Tracey, Don's bitchy secretary. Tracey stepped in front of Ellen, and ignoring her completely, said over her shoulder to Myra, "Look's like you really kicked Miss High-and- Mighty's ass good. Why didn't you invite us all in for the show? I surely would have loved to see this uppity bitch get her comeuppance. I heard her squealing like a stuck pig though, it was music to my ears." Myra laughed, "Sorry about that Trace, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing. Our snotty, little bitch does look a little bit the worse for wear though, doesn't she?" Tracey patted Ellen"s big left boob, and then fondled it lewdly with contemptuous familiarity. She took Ellen's chin in her hand and lifted her bowed head up, so she could leer triumphantly in her face. Strangely, she then kissed Ellen directly on the mouth crushing her mashed lips painfully. "Oh Ellen, you look so sweet and adorable this way, I could just eat you right up. You should always look so good." Tracey snickered. In fury, Ellen spat in Tracey's face. "Go to hell, you lousy, little bitch!" She wept. "O.K., lets get moving, Blondie! I don't have all night for this." Myra said, giving Ellen's privates a beastly twist with her clawed right hand. None of the other women made any move to help the dreadfully abused blond, as Myra forced her to walk past them. They just sneered scornfully at the humiliating predicament of the helpless, forlorn catfight loser. Two of them, Ellen had thought were good friends. Myra pushed Ellen to Eric's office. The door was ajar, and she pushed Ellen inside. "Here's that little pussy you told me was too tough, for me to tangle with!" Myra sneered triumphantly. Eric gaped in dumbfounded amazement. With a loud plop, Myra pulled her fingers out of Ellen's body. She gave the blond a contemptuous shove, and Ellen fell forward, and huddled on the floor. Eric couldn't get over his amazement. He had really thought the proud, tough blond was too much for a secondrater like Myra. Ellen had never given an inch in any of their fights. He'd always managed to beat her himself, but it had never been easy. Yet here she was lying at Myra's feet, sobbing softly. "Want to see your tough, unbeatable bitch eat me?" Myra sneered. Eric didn't say anything, but his big stupid grin, and the way he licked his lips told Myra, he certainly did want to see it. He knew the cultured, upperclass blond looked down on him and thought he was a slob. Now he was going to get to watch her, service a lowlife like Myra. He still wondered how Myra had done this much damage to the bigger, smarter, stronger woman. "Man, that bitch Myra must have really fought dirty!" Eric thought to himself. "Boy, I sure wish I'd seen it!" "Come here, you useless cow." Myra commanded. Ellen couldn't believe Eric was letting this go on. "Eric make her stop, damn it!" Ellen demanded, but Ellen heard the bastard laugh at her. "I said come here bitch. Now! I want you to service me." Myra ordered again. "Go to hell!" Ellen told her defiantly, but her lower lip quivered in pain, and Myra disdainfully ignored her defiance. Myra knelt down beside Ellen. She grabbed Ellen's arm and tried to roll her over on her back. Ellen resisted weakly, just enough to annoy Myra. Myra placed her hand on Ellen's trembling bottom cheeks, and patted them. She winked at Eric as she did it. Then she wriggled her hand between Ellen's thighs threateningly. The unvoiced threat terrified Ellen. She let Myra roll her over, but her dark-blue eyes still smoldered in hatred, when she looked up at the hateful brunette. "Good Doggie Bitch." Myra told Ellen ignoring her look of hate. She patted Ellen on her right boob, as she said it. Myra enjoyed the look of pained distress that clouded Ellen's face, every time she touched her. Myra threw her leg over Ellen's boobs then, and thrust her pelvis right into Ellen's face. "Nice huh?" She asked. Ellen ignored Myra's question. She was overcome with disgust, by Myra's offensive proximity. When Ellen didn't answer, Myra cocked her fist, "I asked you a question, Dip! Answer it!" Myra yelled. Ellen spat into Myra's crotch, in answer. Myra smashed her fist into Ellen's mouth again. Ellen's eyes glazed for a moment, but unfortunately for her, she didn't pass out. "I bet you'd really like to snack on that, now wouldn't you?" Myra asked, and she pinched Ellen's cheek cruelly. "Wouldn't you?" She repeated. The rank, unwashed, bushy-black crotch in her face was about the most disgusting thing, Ellen had ever seen. She shuddered. Then she yelled, "Eric do something! Please, for God's sake, make her get off me!" "He's not going to help you, Ass-hole! Are you Eric?" Myra sneered. "I'm sorry, Ellen Honey, I really am, but I make it a practice never to interfere in catfights! Sorry Babe!" Eric answered Ellen's pitiful plea. "You haven't answered me yet, Ass-hole! Don't you want to snack on this?" Myra demanded again, and gave Ellen's cheek another extra-vicious twist. Ellen knew she had no strength left to resist, and she knew now, no one was going to help her. Still, she was damned if she'd ever give in to this bitch, no matter what the cost. "I'd rather snack on dog terds!" She muttered hoarsely. "Tough bitch, isn't she Eric?" Myra sneered, then added, "Yup, our little blond Barbie Doll is one tough bitch. If she's so tough now though, I wonder how come I beat the crap out of her so easy? Maybe she just talks tough, huh?" Myra laughed cruelly. She fully straddled Ellen's body then, so her thighs were pressed against either side of Ellen's face. Then she pulled Ellen's face up into her crotch. "Start eating Twat-face!" Myra ordered, again. Ellen twisted her face to one side gagging in disgust. Myra grabbed Ellen by both ears, and twisted her head back in place. Then, she locked it there by squeezing her thighs together. Ellen's mouth was mashed against Myra's pussy, and her nose was buried in Myra's rank, black bush. Her hate filled, blue eyes still glared with defiance, from between Myra's punishing thighs though. Myra put her thumb nails down against those smoldering, blue eyes. "Start eating Bitch or I'll start scratching." She said calmly and evenly. The cold hatred in Myra's voice convinced Ellen. The crazy, sadistic bitch might just blind her. She fearfully shut her eyes tightly. In surrender, she extended her pink tongue to gingerly touch Myra's pussy lips. She felt like scum doing it. "Deeper, Bitch!" Myra ordered touching her finger nail against Ellen's tightly shut right eye, and prying the lid half open. Terrified, Ellen obediently stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. She worked it around tasting the rancid, wet pussy lips . Finally she thrust deeply into Myra. "More action, down there, Douche-brain!" Myra commanded. Ellen worked her tongue harder and harder, until Myra was rocking and gyrating madly. Ellen was forced to swallow the bitch's juices and smell her rancid disgusting stink. Ellen's stomach turned over. She couldn't stop gagging the whole time, until at last the bitch came, violently and convulsively. After that, Myra collapsed backward on Ellen's body, relaxed and drained. Ellen saw a chance. Desperately she twisted her body, with all the strength she had left. Myra toppled off onto the rug. Ellen stumbled to her feet. When she tried to stand, she realized how weak and hurt she was. Myra lazily got up too, and nonchalantly faced the trembling, but tensely poised blond. Contemptuously she flicked a left jab at Ellen. Despite Ellen's best efforts to block or avoid the punch, it landed expertly, crushing her right breast. Ellen's mouth gaped open at the pain, and she stumbled backwards. Two more punches, one to her belly and one to her jaw, put her back down on the floor, face down in a moaning heap. "Did you see that, Eric? This dumb douche bag still thinks she can fight me. That's probably because I got my jollies, and she didn't. Do you think, I should do something for her to put her out of her misery?" Myra snickered with a suggestive wink to the other sadistic bully. Eric couldn't think of anything he'd rather see, than Myra giving poor Ellen her "jollies." "Like I said before, Myra Baby, I never interfere in catfights. I believe in women's equality. They've got as much right to finish their fights as men do." Eric snickered with pompous hypocrisy" "O.K., I'll give her some relief. Maybe it's frustration that makes her so bitchy." Myra laughed nastily. She pushed Ellen over on her back, and spread her solidly-rounded, white thighs. Ellen uselessly tried to keep them clasped together, but it didn't take much pressure to pry them apart. All, that Ellen could do, was glare fiercely, through tear- filled, blue eyes, and whisper hoarsely, "Bitch!" Myra laughed, some more, at Ellen's impotent fury. She knelt between Ellen's spread legs, and placed her left fist on Ellen's flat, rippling abdomen. Ellen squirmed furiously to get loose, but Myra leaned all her weight down, easily pinning the badly beaten blond to the floor. Myra stuck the first two fingers of her right hand directly into Ellen's body. Poor Ellen was almost physically sick with despair and disgust, when Myra's horrible fingers slid into her vulnerable body, once more. "Well, well, you won't believe this Eric, but little Miss Doll-face is still hardly wet at all down here! I guess she really hates girls!" Myra said with a nasty chuckle. "Ever been fist-fucked before, Blondie?" Myra said, looking down with satisfaction at Ellen's grimace of hatred and shocked indignation. "No, you probably haven't been, I'm sure of that. Not our sweet, wholesome, little Barbie Doll, Ellen." In her naivete, Ellen didn't know exactly what Myra was talking about, but she guessed it was unpleasant, and that she'd soon find out. She found out with a vengeance, as Myra wormed two more fingers inside her. Now, half her hand was in there, wriggling around. At first it hadn't been too unpleasant, except for the humiliation. It started to hurt, when Myra thrust her four fingers in past her knuckles, and then wriggled her thumb in next. Ellen gasped in frightened alarm. The pain worsened as Myra pushed her whole hand inside Ellen's body right up to the wrist. Ellen cried. The pain grew intolerable when Myra balled her fist. "Oh My God, no!" Ellen groaned. She remembered the first time she'd felt Don's huge rod in her. It hadn't taken her long to learn to love that though, she recalled with a pang of sorrow. The first time had been a shock though, and now Myra's ham-sized fist, doubled up in there was awful, and she knew she could never feel anything but hatred for this horrifying violation. Myra rammed her fist into Ellen as far as it would go, and Ellen couldn't restrain a scream of agonized indignation. "Like that, huh?" Myra asked the screaming blond, with an evil grin. "Listen to her scream, Eric! Do you think she's faking it?" She added with a leering laugh. "G-go to hell, you lousy bitch!" Ellen answered with a sobbing scream. She realized that the way she was resisting so tensely, was making the pain even worse. Myra's whole forearm, from wrist to elbow, was shooting in and out of her like a piston. It was terrible to endure, but Ellen tied to relax her tense muscles anyway. In her hatred she only partially succeeded. At last involuntarily and against her will Ellen orgasmed. There was no pleasure in it at all, only agonized humiliation and physical relief. Myra thrust into Ellen's body a few more times, and then slowly with seeming reluctance, she withdrew her arm and fist. She contemptuously wiped her hand on Ellen's belly. Ellen clutched at her violated blond crotch, and rocked from side to side on her haunches, vainly seeking to ease the agonizing hurt. Ellen hardly noticed Myra get up and leave Eric's office. She lay unmoving for a while, moaning softly, unmindful even, that her badly bruised, but still gorgeous body, was lewdly displayed, for Eric's obvious enjoyment. Ellen was starting to partially adjust to the trauma of Myra's horrifying assault, when the sneering brunette stalked back in. She was fully dressed and in her arms she carried Ellen's clothes and everything else from her locker. She stood over Ellen menacingly, and snarled. "There's your things, Bitch! Take them and get out of here! If you ever show your face in this club again, you'll get worse, than I gave you tonight! Oh, but first I want a souvenir of our little affair." Myra leaned over Ellen's thighs one more time, and wound a curl of sandy-hued, pubic fleece, tightly around her finger. Then she pulled and jerked at it with all her might. Ellen's buttocks were jerked right up off the floor. She shrieked continuously in terror and agony, until at last, the lock of hair was ripped by the roots from her body. Ellen fell back on the floor. The tears she'd valiantly held back so long, streamed down her face in a torrent, and she began to sob uncontrollably. Myra laughed down at her beaten, humiliated rival, immensely pleased with herself. "Come on Eric! Lets go! I want to celebrate! This uppity bitch has always been a pain in my butt. Now, I've returned the favor!" Before Myra turned to leave with Eric, she snarled at Ellen, one final threat. "Remember Bitch, if I ever see you any where near here again, what you got tonight will seem like true love!" Ellen tried to curse Myra, as the brunette flounced out on Eric's arm, but her voice choked and she could only sob in hatred. It was a long time before the pitifully hurt blond could even sit up. It was a longer time, before she could stand, and then she only made it by leaning on Eric's desk and pulling herself erect, inch by painful inch. She had to dress herself leaning against the wall for support Humiliated and ashamed, Ellen slunk out the back door of the club. She was terrified of facing anyone who knew about the devastating beating, Myra had given her, or who might have heard her screams in Eric's office. She nearly had an accident driving home, when she came close to passing out. It was after midnight when Ellen got home. She dragged herself to her room. Sometimes, she had to hang onto the furniture for support, she was so weak. She fell across the bed, not even bothering to undress. She sobbed in helpless fury for some time, before she finally dropped off into a troubled sleep. Twice, she woke up screaming, but she couldn't remember her dream, either time. Both times, she fell back to sleep. To be continued....