Vignettes 3. by GW Two f/F fighting/domination stories. These stories contain violence, and n/c sexual acts and are meant for adults, only. They should only be read by mature adults over twenty-one. NIGHTMARE ALLEY. It was nearly midnight, and Patrolwoman Cathy Morgan was about to leave her apartment, to go on duty, for the graveyard shift. Her job was tough, and dangerous, but she loved it. She'd majored in Police Science in College, and then gotten a Master's degree in the same field. She scored number one, out of thousands of applicants, when she took the Police Entrance exam. She'd been out of the Police Academy for two years, but she'd spent the first eighteen months on an undercover assignment. Her undercover work had convicted a gang of drug-pushers, and she'd received a Departmental Commendation. After her undercover work, she was assigned to patrol. For six months, now, she'd been walking a beat, in a tough, working-class neighborhood. Most of the people there, were hard-working immigrants, but some of the kids were involved in tough teen gangs. Cathy did her job well, and had made the neighborhood a better safer place, to live. She'd just passed the sergeant's exam, again number one, and would soon be promoted. She was proud of herself, with good reason. The only problem she still hadn't solved, on her beat, was the Debs, an especially-tough, girl gang, that terrorized the neighborhood. She'd like to settle that problem, before she left for bigger and better things. Before she left the apartment, Cathy pinned her long, curly blond hair up in a tight bun. She'd let it swing free down her shoulders, until the last possible moment. When she finished, she idly checked out her reflection in the entry-way mirror. "Well, a little hippy, maybe, but not too bad!" The young policewoman thought, with a wry, self-satisfied grin. Actually, Cathy was the image of the beautiful girl next door. She was a Midwestern farm girl, and looked it. A little overweight at one- fifty, perhaps, but she had a big-boned, five-foot-nine frame, and strenuous, daily exercise smoothed out her tendency to plumpness, to breathtaking curves. Her big, forty-two-inch "D" bust set off her relatively small, twenty-four-inch waist and forty-one-inch hips. Under her Spartan uniform pants, she knew her long legs were sturdily built, but tightly muscled, without any flab, and very curvy. Her face glowed with a fresh innocence, that gave her strong features, a girlish sweetness, particularly when she grinned, with those big strikingly- white teeth. A sprinkling of freckles graced her turned-up nose. Eight hours later, Cathy was tired. It was almost seven, and her tour was almost over. She looked forward to a hot shower, and a long nap. She'd been walking her beat since midnight. She didn't sit in some all- night coffee shop, eating doughnuts most of the night, like some beat cops, she knew. As she wearily walked down Tenth Street, for the last time that night, she heard a noise in an alley. "Better check it out!" Cathy thought, instantly alert, and ready for action. Halfway down the alley, Cathy was struck from behind. Someone threw a half-full garbage can, at her, from behind. The can hit Cathy just below the shoulders, and knocked her down on her face. Cathy lay there, stunned, for a moment. She was conscious, but she couldn't seem to move. Ass she lay there, Cathy felt someone fumbling at her service belt. Before she could grab it, it was pulled off her slender waist. With it, went her service automatic, her two-way radio, and her night stick. The alarming loss galvanized the young Policewoman. She jumped up and swung around. Her attacker was Angie Alvarez, President of the Debs. "Hi, Bitch!" Angie smirked. "Gee, I thought Ms. Police Sow was going to lay down on the job, there, all morning!" As she talked, Angie was fumbling to get Cathy's gun out of its holster, but it was a spring- loaded holster and tricky, if you didn't know how to do it. Cathy lunged at the teenager, to grab back the belt. "Damn!" Angie thought. "I should have used that club!" Before Cathy could snatch back the gun, Angie hurled the belt, gun and all, to the other end of the alley, behind her. That's good, Angie!" Cathy said. "I've been looking for a reason to take you to the Precinct House, and book you!" Cathy's voice was cool, but she was inwardly fuming, at letting the little bitch get her gun, like that. "Try it, Sow! Without your gun, I might be a little harder to take in, than you think!" Cathy almost laughed, at the young criminal's effrontery. Angie, at seventeen, was big for her age, but she was still about thirty pounds lighter and four inches shorter, than Cathy. Cathy knew Angie had a reputation, for being tough and vicious, but the young policewoman never had any trouble handling herself, in a dangerous situation. Her natural strength and police training made her a formidable opponent, as many criminals had found out. Cathy grabbed Angie's arm, to drag her back down the alley, while she retrieved her gun and cuffs. The young delinquent acted with angry suddenness. She stomped her foot down on Cathy's toes. Angie was wearing sturdy boots, with Cuban heels, and even through her heavy uniform shoes, that hurt Cathy's toes. A split second later, Angie drove her elbow into Cathy's stomach. Cathy gasped, though her strongly-muscled abdomen barely felt it. Even so, she fell back a step, and lost her grip on Angie's arm. As she did, Angie pulled a pair of brass knuckles from her leather jacket, and slipped them on her right hand. "That's three counts, so far!" Cathy snapped, angrily. "Assaulting an Officer, Resisting Arrest, and Possession of a Concealed weapon. We'll be sending you away, for a long time, Angie!" "Only if you catch me, Sow!" Cathy lunged for the teenager, but the smaller girl lashed out with unexpected speed, and caught the big policewoman on the chin with a surprisingly hard punch. Of course, the brass knuckles added tremendously to the impact. Cathy's head snapped backward, as the punch rattled her teeth. "You, miserable little tramp! You'll pay for that!" Cathy hissed, really furious. Shaking off the blow, Cathy made another grab for the smaller girl, but the agile teenager dodged to one side, and buried her brass knuckles in the soft, sensitive flesh, of Cathy's big, arrogantly up-tilted left boob. Cathy gasped again, at the pain. Luckily, her heavy bra, and uniform shirt, absorbed some of the impact, but not much. Ignoring the discomfort in her bosom, Cathy grabbed Angie's wrist, intending to immobilize her arm, in a come-along hold, and disarm the young thug. Instead, Angie countered with unexpected skill. She twisted, sidestepped, and reversed Cathy's hold, and it was the big, well-trained policewoman, whose arm was suddenly twisted behind her. As she skillfully spun her around, Angie drove her fist into Cathy's kidneys. Cathy's wide, lush-lipped mouth dropped open in consternation. She cried out, at the sharp, brutal pain of the brass knuckles, in the small of her back. Cathy lunged forward, and broke free from Angie's one-handed hold. Angie leaped after her, and karate-chopped the back of Cathy's neck. Then, she smashed her brass knuckles into the back of Cathy's head. Cathy's blond hair, tied in a thick bun, partially cushioned her head from the blow, but it still jolted her. Before Cathy could twist away, Angie grabbed a fistful of golden curls, and pulled it loose. Long, curly, blond hair fell down about Cathy's shoulders. Angie jerked on the loose hair, and as Cathy's body arched backward, Angie's knee exploded in the small of her back, followed instantly, by those damn brass knuckles to her ear. Cathy's ears rang, and the pain in her back made her stomach queasy. Angie grabbed the big policewoman's arm, and spun her around, so they were face to face, again. Cathy's legs wobbled, as she tried to protect herself. With deadly precision, Angie drilled her fist deep into Cathy's lower belly, several times, before Cathy could fend her off. Cathy's stomach churned, as the brass-knuckled punches left her reeling and breathless. The living flesh of her strongly-ridged, belly muscles was no match for the cold hard metal that drilled into her. Cathy desperately grabbed for Angie's arm, but once again Angie displayed considerable judo skills. She eluded Cathy's grasp, and instead seized the big, blond girl's arm. Angie twisted one way, then half-turned, and twisted again, then judo tossed Cathy head over heels. Caught off-guard, Cathy landed heavily on her back with a bone-jarring thud, on the concrete, alley floor. In the struggle, Cathy's blue, uniform blouse came unbuttoned, and gapped open, exposing her heaving bosom, encased in a plain, substantial, immaculate, white bra. When Cathy tried to sit up, Angie's toe landed dead-center on her chin, with the force of a sledge hammer. Cathy flopped back down on her back, stunned. She was dimly aware of Angie pouncing on her aching middle, knees first. Her body jack-knifed. As she dropped flat, again, Angie's brass knuckles crashed into her chin, in the same spot as her foot landed, moments earlier. Cathy tried to move, but her arms and legs seemed made of rubber. She dimly felt Angie reach under her open shirt, and under her back, and fumble with the clasps of her bra. Then, with a cry of malicious triumph, Angie pulled the bra off Cathy's broad chest. Angie waved the bra, triumphantly in the air, and then contemptuously threw it in Cathy's face. Cathy's long pink nipples stiffened, as the crisp, early-morning air hit them. Denuded, her breasts were enormous globes, that thrust firmly into the air, even while lying on her back "What are you doing, you nasty, little bitch?" Cathy moaned feebly, trying uselessly, to wriggle loose, from under the hateful teenager. "Shut your mouth, Sow!" Angie snapped, and cracked Cathy across the face, with the back of her brass-shod hand. Cathy saw stars, as the cold metal hit her cheekbone, with excruciating force. Angie reached around behind her, unclasped Cathy's trouser belt, unsnapped the top pants' button, and unzipped her fly. Cathy silently cursed the male- designed, uniform pants, as Angie bared her white, cotton briefs. Angie gripped Cathy's groin through her thin panties. Her grip tightened, and she squeezed and twisted viciously. Cathy's long powerfully-rounded legs kicked and thrashed. Jerked back to full awareness, by the excruciating pain in her privates, the big policewoman found the strength to heave her body up, and fling Angie off her aching middle. Cathy sat up with a groan, massaging her aching tummy. From the corner of her eye, she saw Angie scramble to her feet, and pick up the garbage can, she'd hit her with, before. Angie raised the can over her head. With a cry of alarm, Cathy desperately rolled the other way. She had just gotten up, on hands and knees, when Angie caught up with her, and smashed the can down across her back, for the second time that morning. Cathy's powerfully-muscled back put a big dent in the can, but the blow was frightfully painful, and flattened her. Her massive, naked bosom painfully absorbed the impact. Swearing furiously, Cathy rolled on her side, and with surprising quickness, for so big a woman, kicked Angie's legs out from under her. Cathy sprang to her feet, in a fury. She was so furious, that she forgot her trousers were undone. The rest of the buttons on her shirt ripped loose, and at the same time, her uniform pants slid down her long legs, to her ankles. This was no time for false modesty! Cathy kicked out of the trousers, losing one shoe as she did. She kicked off, the other shoe, too, fully exposing her long powerful legs. Now, her big generously-curved body was nearly nude, but for her skimpy, white briefs, and wide-open shirt. Angie had already scrambled to her feet, at the same time Cathy did. This time, Cathy didn't give the teenager a chance, to attack first. She launched her heavy body at the smaller girl. The impact flung Angie backward. Taken, off-guard, by the policewoman's speedy recovery, Angie felt Cathy's big lefthand, seize her right wrist, in an iron grip. Robbed of the use of her brass-knucks, Angie was at a distinct disadvantage, against the buxom, muscular blond. Cathy cocked her right fist, and threw a punch at Angie's jaw. Quick as she was, the wily teenage gang girl somehow dodged the punch. Unable to pull her wrist loose, she stepped in close to the big blond, and raked the razor-sharp nails, of her left hand, down Cathy's right breast, leaving four deep, bleeding furrows, on the milky flesh. "Ohh, you nasty, little Bitch!" Cathy wailed. "You'll pay for that!" Angie had the effrontery, to laugh in her face. Now, she took advantage of Cathy's bare foot. She stomped the Cuban heel of her boot into Cathy's instep, with her full weight. Cathy screamed at the excruciating pain. Angie immediately extended her index finger, like a dagger and stabbed the center of Cathy's huge right boob, already bleeding from her sharp nails. Shaken by the double assault, the husky blond's grip on Angie's wrist loosened, and Angie jerked her arm free. A split-second later, Cathy saw gleaming brass coming at her face. She just twisted her head in time, but even so, the blow plowed into her ear. Angie danced away, and kicked her bigger adversary in the knee. Once again, Cathy was on the defensive. The crafty, gang girl had scored four times, in as many seconds, and she hadn't even touched the little viper. Cathy dove at Angie, trying to grab her wrist again, and immobilize those damned brass-knuckles. This time, Angie was expecting it, and ready for the policewoman. She slipped to one side, and kicked against Cathy's shins. Hurtling forward, Cathy tripped over Angie's outstretched leg, and fell on her hands and knees. Angie stepped behind the crouching policewoman, and smashed the brass knuckles down on the back of the blond's long neck. Then, with a quick swipe, she seized the waistband of Cathy's white panties, and pulled them down around her muscular thighs, exposing Cathy's jutting buttocks. So prominently displayed, like a pair of huge, solidly-rounded, medicine balls, her behind presented an irresistible target. Angie's foot flashed back, and then forward, as though she was place-kicking, a football. With perfect aim, her toe slammed into the tight crevice, between the blond's gleaming-white, bottom-cheeks. Cathy, screeching in outraged pain at the shocking assault to her dignity, flew forward, and crashed into the cement. Before she could move, Angie knee-dropped into the small of Cathy's sinuous back. Cathy shuddered, in a spasm of agony. Angie pinned her to the ground, long enough, to roll her panties down around her knees. They tangled so tightly, that Cathy could scarcely move her legs. Angie straightened up, and viciously kicked the prone policewoman in the right side. The kick rolled Cathy over to the left. Her naked belly, was exposed for a second, even harder, kick, that took away the last of Cathy's breath. She writhed on the ground, protectively holding her middle, with her strong arms. With lightening speed, Angie launched a third kick, that impaled Cathy's right breast. Cathy sobbed for breath. Her long neck arched backward, and Angie landed a fourth devastating kick to her throat. Cathy rolled on her back clutching her crushed windpipe. In her distress, she exposed the smooth curves of her splendidly sculpted abdomen, to another knee drop. The impact of Angie's body jack knifed Cathy in two for an instant, before she flopped limply flat on her back. Still kneeling on Cathy's belly, Angie tuned half-around, toward the prone girl's legs, and drove her brass knuckles straight down, into Cathy's light-brown-fleeced pussy. Cathy let out a loud, anguished scream of pure agony. As Angie stood up, Cathy curled up in a ball, pressing her hands against her crotch. Though still hampered by her white panties, twisted tightly around her knees, her long, muscular legs twisted and writhed, in a useless attempt to ease the fierce cramps in her belly. Angie stooped over the fallen policewoman. She could hear Cathy's breathless, little sobs of agony, and grinned, almost wriggling with pleasure. She pulled Cathy's torn uniform shirt off her arms. By now, poor Cathy was too badly beaten, to even try to stop the vicious teenager. Satisfied, that Cathy wasn't going anywhere for a while, Angie trotted to the other end of the alley and retrieved Cathy's service belt. She took the two-way radio out, dropped it on the ground, and stamped on it, until it was a useless piece of junk. When Angie trotted back to the disabled policewoman, Cathy hadn't moved. She was sobbing louder, as she got her breath back. Angie pulled Cathy's arms behind her back, and clapped Cathy's own handcuffs, on her wrists. "No! Don't! Stop!" Cathy wept, but she was helpless to protect herself, from the victorious teenager. "Get up, Sow! Angie ordered. When Cathy didn't move, Angie slapped her, and kicked her, until finally the sobbing policewoman, miserably struggled to her feet. Tears ran down her cheeks, smudged and dirty from the filth of the alley, and her tangled, gold curls hung half over her beautiful face. "Move along, 'Officer'! No loitering!" Angie laughingly taunted the helpless policewoman, and gave Cathy a savage shove. Cathy obediently hobbled along, in the direction, Angie shoved her. With her arms handcuffed behind her back, she had little choice. Her body trembled so, that her big, high-set boobs jiggled all over, her broad chest, and her big, solid behind, waggled, back and forth, at each tiny step. It was almost impossible to walk, with her panties tangled around her knees, forcing her to take little, mincing steps. Even so, when Cathy didn't move fast enough, for her liking, Angie pinched a big, solid, bottom cheek. Cathy would squeal between sobs, and move a little faster. Angie steered the sobbing policewoman to a small, filthy dumpster. She shoved Cathy against the side of it . The metal rim came just to the middle of Cathy's belly. She leaned against it, for support, trying to get her breath. There was no time for that, though, because Angie stooped down, grabbed her ankles, and upended her. She tipped Cathy into the dumpster, head first. Cathy's long, powerful white legs waved helplessly in the air. Her face was half buried in rancid garbage. With her hands cuffed behind her back, and her knees locked together by her panties, Cathy could hardly move, but Angie wanted to make sure. Someone had thrown some old furniture in the dumpster, and Angie wedged it around Cathy's body, so she couldn't get loose from that mortifying position, unless someone released her. Angie had one last horrifying indignity to inflict on the humiliated policewoman. She pulled Cathy''s night stick from the belt, and slipped her hand between Cathy's thighs, until she exposed Cathy's pretty, brown-fringed pussy to view. Then she worked the thick club between the firm lips, and slid it halfway into Cathy's helpless body. Cathy shrieked appallingly at the fiendish violation of her virginal body. You like to wave this thing around in everyone's faces! See how you like it stuck up your twat, Twit?" Angie laughed. Before Angie fled the scene, she collected Cathy's uniform shirt, with her badge still pinned to the left pocket, and her uniform cap and trousers, and took them with her, as souvenirs. It was almost forty-five minutes, before Cathy's plight was discovered. She was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. The day she was released, she resigned in disgrace, from the Police Force. Angie had taken not only her gun and badge, but her dignity and virginity, as well. The frightful ordeal had broken her nerve. Cathy returned to her father's farm. Better to milk cows for the rest of her life, then face the seamy underbelly of the big city, again. The police vowed to bring the young offender to justice, but without Cathy's testimony, there was not much they good do. From that day, Angie ruled the neighborhood with an iron hand. STRANGE COUSIN. My widowed mother is a very strait-laced woman. She's Principal of our High School, and a pillar of our fundamentalist church. She's quite tall, with a gorgeous Junoesque figure, that she always hides under dark-colored, loose-fitting suits. She keeps her long brown hair in an ugly bun, and downplays her beautiful face, with rimless glasses and no makeup. Our school is small, and Mom is also the girl's gym coach, so her figure is really terrific, from all that exercise, she gets. A while ago, my late father's niece, from New York City came to stay with us. She's about my age, sixteen, but she seems a lot older. She's spent a lot of time in Europe with her mother too, so she's very sophisticated, or so she told me, anyway. Mom decided Nina was bold and worldly, and she didn't really approve of Nina's influence on me. Nina uses all kinds of makeup, and wears sexy clothes, that Mom says are "provocative." Our house is kind of small, so Nina shared my room, and my bed. At first, that was fun, almost like having a sister. Then one night, when I was almost asleep, Nina started to touch me, on the chest, and between my legs. It really made me feel funny, all excited, like. Up until then, I didn't know another girl could get you excited, like that. When I started to say something, Nina kissed me on the mouth. Even though I sort of liked it, it scared me, too. I pulled loose, and asked her to stop. "Oh, don't be such a baby, Rosemary!" When I tried to pull away, it made Nina so mad, that she squeezed my breast as hard, as she could. Boy, that really hurt, and I screamed out loud, louder than I meant to. Mom was still awake in the next bedroom and heard me. She came running in. She had on a long flannel bathrobe. She'd just taken a bath and was brushing her long brown hair, so it was hanging loose down her back. It comes almost down to her waist, and it's really beautiful like that. She didn't have her glasses on, and her face was all rosy from the bath, so she looked really gorgeous for a change. She still had the hairbrush in her hand. "What happened?" Mom asked, eying Nina, suspiciously. I've never lied to my mother, and when she asked, I had to tell her. She was absolutely livid. "That's the last straw, young lady. It's time you learned a lesson, about God's law!" Mom waved that big hairbrush, as she said it. Mom spanks me, sometimes, even now, so I could guess, what was coming next. Nina guessed, too. I thought she'd be scared, but she said, really snippy like. "Just because you use that on this little simp, don't think you're going to use it on me! I'm an adult!" "We'll see how 'adult' you are!" Mommy said, and grabbed Nina's arm. Instead of lying down across Mommy's lap, like I would, though, Nina grabbed the front of Mom's bathrobe, and threw Mommy across her hip, onto the floor. I remembered then, Nina bragging to me, how her father sent her to judo classes, and how good she was. I still couldn't believe it though; I just stood there in a state of shock. I never heard anyone talk back, to My Mom, let alone, raise a hand to her. She's just, the most intimidating person, I know. People just naturally follow her orders. Everybody in Town, respects her, and treats her, kind of like royalty. Mommy landed on her rump, with a squeal of surprise. From the look on her face, I could tell she never expected anything like this. Her bathrobe came untied, and fell open, as she started to get up. She was so shocked, I guess, that she didn't even notice. She didn't have anything on under the bathrobe, either. She still hadn't put on her long flannel nightgown that she always wears to bed. She must have just pulled on the bathrobe when she finished her bath. Even though Mom didn't notice her robe was open, and her big breasts were bare, and sticking out, Nina did. She said sarcastically. "Geez, Auntie, if I had boobs like that, I'd never hide them behind those floppy, oversized blouses, you always wear!" I guess, I never noticed before, how spectacular, Mom's boobs are. They're really big, and firm too. They don't sag at all, more like my classmates at school, the way they push up real high on her chest. I guess they must be about D-cup, too, like big melons. Nina's remarks, about her bust, made Mommy even madder, then the judo throw. She jumped right up off the floor and grabbed for Nina, but Nina grabbed Mom's arm, instead. She judo twisted it, and flipped Mommy right over, again, on her back. She landed with a crash that shook the house. This time, she didn't jump right up. She turned over, kind of slowly like she was hurt, and got up on her hands and knees. She shook her head for a second, as though she had to clear it. Her long brown hair flipped all around. As Mom stood up, Nina grabbed the back of her robe, and pulled it off. I never saw Mom completely naked, before, and I was amazed. I knew she was good-looking, of course, even though she does her best to hide it, but naked, she's gorgeous! Her figure is really incredible. It must be all those athletics classes, at school every day, because she's got this strong, flat tummy, that you can actually see the muscles move in it. Her waist is incredibly tiny, especially, on top of her big, round hips, and long, slim, muscular legs. Well, anyway, having Nina tear her bathrobe off like, that, Mom went postal. She didn't even seem to notice, that she was naked. As Nina threw the bathrobe aside, Mom wheeled around, and slapped her across the face. This time Nina went spinning across the bed. When she slapped Nina, the muscles in Mommy's upper arm bulged, like grapefruits. Mom sure packs a mean wallop! Mom grabbed for her, but Nina rolled over, off the other side of the bed. I jumped out of bed to get out of her way. Mom came running around the bed to catch her, and trapped Nina between the bed and the wall. This time, when Mom grabbed her arm, Nina didn't have room for any judo tosses. She kept on struggling though, and just when Mom almost had her, she kneed Mom, right in the crotch, right between her legs. Mommy's mouth dropped open, and she yelled at the pain. It must have hurt like the Dickens. She let go of Nina, and sat down on the bed. She was holding herself right, where Nina's knee landed, and taking real deep breaths. Before Mom could get up, again, Nina punched her in the face, really hard. Mommy fell backward on the bed. Her head was half dangling over the foot of the bed. Her long, silky brown hair was almost touching the floor. Nina ran around to the foot of the bed, and grabbed Mommy's hair with both hands. She wrapped the strands around her fingers, to get a better grip, and then she dragged Mommy right off the bed, by the hair. Mommy screeched out loud, because Nina almost pulled her hair out by the roots, dragging her. Once she was off the bed, Mom fell over on her back, and Nina kept dragging her on the floor. Mommy kept yelling her head off, and trying to grab Nina's wrists or hands, but she couldn't get hold of them. Nina jerked Mommy's head back, and forth, and kicked her in the shoulder and head, as she dragged her. She was barefooted, though, so I don't think that mattered much. Finally, Mommy rolled over on her knees, and grabbed her own hair, above where Nina had a hold of it, and managed t pull it loose from Nina's hands. Mom started to stand up, but Nina kneed her in the face, and knocked her over on her side. As soon as Mommy was down, Nina started kicking her in the boobs. That must have hurt like heck, because Mommy started yelling, real loud, again. Mommy rolled on her stomach, and Nina jumped on her back. She sat there, bouncing up and down, so Mom couldn't get up. She grabbed Mommy's hair, again, with one hand, and thumped her head on the floor, at the same time she was beating her on the back of the neck, with her other fist. The carpet on my bedroom floor is thin, and Mommy was moaning. Mom bucked up, and tried to roll over, but she couldn't get Nina off her. Then, Nina grabbed Mom's arm and twisted it behind her back. She pushed Mommy's wrist up as far as it would go, up her back. Mommy screamed bloody murder. Nina got up off Mom's back, but kept hold of her wrist. Very slowly, she let Mommy get up, then, too, but, all the time, she was really careful, about keeping Mommy's wrist pushed up, as far as she could get it. Every time Mommy tried to get loose, Nina gave her arm a hard jerk, and Mommy would scream and stand still. Nina must have really liked hurting Mom, because she kept her like that, for about five minutes, long after Mom stopped trying to get loose. Every few seconds, Nina would ram her arm up a little higher, making Mom yell and scream, some more. There were tears running down Mom's face, by now. Finally, Nina must have gotten tired or bored, because she let go. Mommy's arm just flopped down to her side, as if it was paralyzed. She massaged it with her other hand. Mom had this surprised, dazed look on her face. I guess she never expected her teenage niece to attack her so viciously, and be so good at it, besides. Even though Mom was just standing there in a daze, Nina hit her in the face with her fist. The punch landed in Mommy's eye, and she screamed again. Then, Nina went after her, like a boxer, punching right and left. Mommy still only seemed to be able to use one arm, to protect herself. To tell the truth, though, I don't think, she could have done much good, even with both arms. It was pretty obvious, Nina was a much better boxer. Nina knocked Mommy backward, with every punch. She hit her in the boobs and in the stomach, and lower than that, even, sometimes, right between the legs. Mommy moaned or yelled, at every punch. Finally, Nina got Mom backed into a corner, and then she really zeroed in on her. It was just like, she was hitting a punching bag. Mommy couldn't move, or get away, and she just stood there, getting punched. After a while, she turned sideways, and fell against the wall. Mom couldn't do anything, but hang there against the wall, for support. Her right hand, that Nina had in the hammerlock, before, was trapped between her body and the wall. By now, Mommy was crying like a little kid. Then, while Mommy leaned there, sobbing, Nina put everything she had, into three right-fisted punches into Mommy's tummy, below the waist, right above her brown muff. Those tummy muscles that had looked so firm and strong, when her robe first came off, looked all soft and squishy, now. Nina's fist would sink into them almost to her wrist. After each punch, Mommy's body would shudder and shake, and first go stiff, for a second, and then go limp, and she'd almost fall over. It was a real strange feeling, to see your grownup Mom, getting beat-up that way. I always thought she couldn't be hurt, like she was invincible, and here she was getting beat-up by a kid my age. I felt all quivery inside, whenever Mommy would scream at the pain. After the third punch, Nina stepped back, away from her. Mommy's mouth was hanging open, like she wanted to scream, but no sound came out. She just gagged, like she was gonna throw up, and her face was white as paper. She took one step away from the wall, but her long legs wobbled crazily and she fell down on her knees. She hugged her stomach with both hands, and just crouched there, a second at Nina's feet. When Mom did finally get her breath back, she started crying. She sobbed real hard, like a little kid. I got that quivery feeling back. It's so weird, to hear your mother crying like that. I wanted to help her, but I was afraid to. It wasn't just that I was scared of Nina, although I was. She's a real scarey girl! It was more that I was embarrassed, that I shouldn't have been there, and see something like that happen to my Mom. Nina stood there looking down at Mom and grinning. It was the nastiest grin I ever saw. At first, she was breathing real hard, herself, but she got her breath back, long before Mom did. After a few minutes, she went and picked up Mom's hairbrush from where it dropped. When she came back, Mommy was crying, and rocking from side to side. Nina took hold of her long brown hair, and told Mom to get up. Mommy saw the hairbrush in Nina's hand. She didn't move, but still crying, she moaned. "Pl-please d-don't! Please, leave me alone! Please!" But when Nina let go of her hair, and grabbed her big boob, and jerked on that, Mommy got right up. She didn't fight back at all, but let Nina walk her over to the bed. I guess if I hadn't felt so bad, it would have looked funny, weird anyway seeing a little teenager making a big grownup woman walk across the room like that, especially a woman who was stark naked. Mommy 's head hung down. I think she was too ashamed to look at me. She was still whimpering and snuffling, as Nina sat down on the bed. Nina made Mommy lie face-down, across her lap. I was so upset, I wanted to run away and hide, but for some reason, I just stood there and kept watching. Seeing your thirty-eight-year-old mother lying across a schoolgirl's lap, like a scared little kid is creepy. I noticed that the hairbrush was one with steel bristles, that Mom used on her hair, not the one with soft bristles that she used on me once in a while. The top half of Mommy's body lay across the bed. She buried her head, in her arms, still sobbing. Nina took hold of Mom's arm that was furthest away from her, with her left hand. She twisted it up on Mommy's back so she couldn't get loose. She also twisted her leg around Mommy's thigh. Nina jiggled her knee in Mommy's stomach, to get Mom's behind, just the way she wanted it. When Nina finally got Mom's rear pointing right up, in the air, she started to spank her. Mommy's big round buttocks gleamed white, at first, but as Nina spanked them, with all her might, with that steel- bristled brush, they turned bright pink. Mommy yelped in surprise, at the first spank, but then she gulped, and tried to keep from yelling. I guess she didn't want to give Nina the satisfaction. She was gritting her teeth, as Nina kept on spanking her, but finally she couldn't keep it in any longer. She started yelling and screaming. The pain must have been fierce. Her bottom kept getting redder and redder, until it looked like raw hamburger. Mommy began to beg Nina to stop. "Please, please! I'll do anything you say, but stop it! Stop it! Oh please! It hurts, so much! Please, I'll do anything!" Mommy cried. "Anything you want, only please stop it! Please! Oh pleasseeee!" Mommy's voice was so choked up, she sounded like a little girl begging, instead of a grown woman. Nina stopped for a second, but she still had the brush raised right above Mommy's bright red bottom. "Okay Auntie! I'll stop, if you promise to do everything, I tell you for the whole time I'm here! Every single thing, mind you! No matter what it is, and you promise to never tell anyone what happened. And you promise to wait on me, and be my servant and maid! But you've got to swear it to God!" Mommy didn't answer right away, and Nina started in to spank her again. After three more spanks, Mommy yelled. "All right! All right! I'll do it. I swear, but stop it! Stop it!" Nina spanked her one more time. "Oh my God, please stop it!" "All right then, swear it, Auntie, to God!" Nina laughed, and stopped again, and Mommy sobbed out. "I swear to God!" Mommy started, but the choked up and couldn't get any further. Nina spanked her again. "All of it, Auntie!" Mommy began to sob again. "I swear to God, I'll do everything you tell me, and I'll never tell anyone, and I'll be your servant, and I'll do everything you tell me!" "Okay, Aunty, Dear! The first thing you can do is, stop that blubbering, and go wash your face!" It took Mom awhile, to even get off Nina's lap. The way she moved, it looked like it hurt like the blazes every time she moved. When she did get up, she could barely stand. Her legs shook and quivered, and whenever she took a step, she'd wince. Her buttocks were flaming, red. Even walking, must have hurt, like anything. Hurt as she was, the first thing she must have thought of was, that she was still naked. She reached for her bathrobe, but Nina snatched it out of reach. "Leave that alone! I like to see you naked! It's funny, the way your fat tits jiggle, all over, and your big fat ass looks like raw steak!" Mom hung her head, in shame, and went into the bathroom and cleaned up. Nina took off her own night gown, and sat down naked on the bed. "Well I guess your old lady's not so tough after all. Don't you feel like a real jerk for letting her treat you like such a little imbecile, all the time?" Nina laughed at me. "Shut up, you bitch!" I hissed. Nina just laughed at me some more, and yelled at Mommy to hurry up. When Mom limped out of the bathroom, Nina said. "Now come over here, and eat me!" She said it just as calm and matter of fact, as if she was asking Mommy for cookie. At first Mommy didn't even know what, Nina meant. When Nina explained, Mommy started to argue, but Nina picked up the hairbrush, again, and waved it in the air. "Oh Auntie, you swore to God, you'd do whatever I told you. Are you breaking your word to God? If you are, I'll have to punish you some more for being a bad girl! Maybe I'll have to spank my dear, dumb, little cousin, over there, too!" Mommy started crying again, then, but she limped over to Nina, and sank down on her knees in front of her. "Please let Rosemary leave? Don't make her watch this, please?" Mommy begged, but Nina laughed, and said. "No, let Dummy watch, this! Maybe she'll learn something! Now, quit stalling! I'm really hot!" She grabbed Mommy by the hair and ears and pulled her face down between her own legs. All's I could see was Mom's long brown hair slithering around on Nina's legs. Pretty soon, Nina was jumping around, on the bed, and gasping and moaning. After a long time she was finally satisfied, and let poor Mommy go. Ever since then, both our lives have been Hell! We pray, every day, that Nina's mother will come and get her soon!