Vignettes 4. Three F/M fighting-domination stories. 
By Betty and GW   



These stories contain graphic violence and n/c sexual acts. They are 
intended for mature adults only, and should not be read, by anyone under 
twenty-one. 

The first story is by my web-friend, Betty.  It's her first story, so if 
you want to let her know how good it is, at:    Gamgam4681@aol.com maybe 
she'll write some more. 


WHO WEARS THE PANTS.  By Betty. 


I stand over him, as he sleeps in his drunken stumper again. He has come 
home and used me again, and threatened my fifteen-year-old daughter from 
my first marriage, for the last time. He was not like this, when we 
first got married, but the last two years have been pure hell.  He 
neither works nor looks for it.  If I try to say anything, he says, as 
long as HE wears the pants in the house, that HE'S the boss, and either 
slaps me, or knocks me down. 

Lying there naked, he looks so huge, at 6'2" and 200 pounds.  I'm 5'5" 
and 130 pounds, but I've planned for this, for months now.  Pam, my girl 
friend, has helped train and plan with me. He used to box and play 
football, but that was long ago. Now, he only drinks and eats.  He still 
isn't in bad shape, but not as hard or fast (I hope!) as he used to be. 

I practiced in Pam's house, punching and kicking.  I learned not to 
throw roundhouse punches, but hit straight in.  I'm going to have to hit 
hard and fast, if I don't want to get killed.  My only hope is to not 
let him have a chance to hit me back. He hasn't boxed in years, but he 
still knows far more about it, then I do. 

I sent my daughter over to Pam's house.  I have to do this on my own; 
it's the only way to win.  I'm wearing black leather, from top of my 
head, to tip of my booted feet.  I have my daughter's black lipstick on, 
and my raven hair is wound tight around my head.  The only thing not 
black are the silver rings on all of my fingers. I'm hoping, I look like 
his worst nightmare. 

Looking down at him, naked with his cock straight up, like a flag poll, 
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing!  I make a 
fist with all my power and weight behind it.  I go straight into his 
balls, driving them deep into his body. I haven't seen him move that 
fast in years, as he sits bolt upright.  His scream is music to my ears. 
To show my love for him, I throw a hard right jab into his chin and he 
goes back down. I raise both hands and bring them down as one, into his 
beer gut.  He doubles up, with one hand on his balls, and one on his 
gut. 
                                                            
His face is open, so I give him a right into his left eye, than a left 
into his right eye. He is trying to make some kind of noise, but all he 
is getting out, is gurgling sounds.   I  have to make sure he won't 
recover, so I do a right and left jab into his eyes.  He finally rolls 
off the bed, onto his stomach.  I kick him in the kidneys, with my boot 
tips. As he rolls around on the floor, I kick him in the back of his 
head. He must think a woman from hell, is after him.  Well, he's right!  
He's starting to look like crap, and I'm just getting started. 

As he tries to get up, I lay into his stomach, again.  I put all my 
weight behind my right, as I ram it into his gut.  It goes in, with no 
resistance.  I know his stomach muscles are done for, now.  I ram my 
left, then another right into that doughy mass.  I jump back from him; 
he's heaving his guts up.  He stinks like a bar, when you open it in the 
morning.  I'll make HIM, clean this mess up, later. 

I'm still worried about his arms.  He's still much stronger then I am, 
so, since he seems so busy with his tummy, I grab his right arm, and 
pull it out behind him. God, it's bigger than my legs!  I twist it up, 
and grab two of his fingers for leverage.  I twist and turn, keeping it 
straight, and as far back as I can. He is screaming now, so I give him a 
couple kicks in his shoulder, as I twist and turn his arm.  I feel I 
have to tear it as much as I can. 

I'm getting wet, very wet!  It has been months since he even came close 
to pleasing me.  Now, I think, he's going to make up for it.  He is 
calling me, "bitch" and "whore".  I don't need that crap, from him, so I 
kick him in the throat.  As I throw his arm down, he rolls on his back.  
I jump in the air, and land on his stomach, with my leather clad knees. 

He's starting to cry now!  I grab his left arm, and roll him over to his 
stomach. I stand up, and jerk his arm as hard as I can. I twist it, and  
kick it, at the shoulder.  I'm trying to tear his muscles, as much as I 
can.  Like I said, if he ever gets to use his arms, I'm dead.  I'm 
getting wetter and wetter! 

Throwing his arm down, I roll him over.  His left eye is almost closed, 
so I ram my right fist into it: one, two, three times, closing it all 
the way. His right eye is only half open now, but I don't want him 
blind.  Half the fun is him seeing his little wife beating the crap out 
of him. He was so proud of his Roman nose, I bring my right arm back.  
He is looking at me, with terror, now.  I ram my fist into his nose, as 
hard as I can. When, I look at his face, again, his nose is flat and 
broken. 

OH MY GOD!  I'm cummmming! For the first time in months, I'm cummming! 
After a minute, I bend over to his ear, and say, very sweetly and 
tenderly, and oh so softly: "Is it as good for you, as it is for me, 
Honey?"  I kiss him on his forehead, then I punch him in his mouth, 
splitting his bottom lip open. I do a right, then a left, than a right, 
into his mouth.  I look into his face, and I spit on it. 

Looking down at his balls, I can't believe it; he's hard as a rock.  I 
stand looking down at him, with my hands on my hips. His half-closed  
eye is looking up at me. I see fear in it.  I smile! Then, I ram my boot 
tip into his cock. 

"Hell!  The a__hole just passed out. I can't believe it.  He never laid 
a finger on me, and he's lying there, beat half to death. I walk over to 
the closet, where he keeps his security guard, gun and belt. 

"Mmmmmm! Lets say, MY gun and belt, now! I look at it.  It will look 
nice on me, but I'll wear it later.  Now, I take his.... NO! MY 
handcuffs out. "Hmmm, no key! Hell, that's okay!  I won't need the key, 
for a long time.  Walking back, I grab his wrists, and pull them behind 
his back.  I snap his arms together behind him. He won't need his hands, 
for the start of his training, anyway.  He can clean up the beer vomit, 
the same way he made it, with his mouth. 

I have to get him awake to move him.  I can't carry that much dead 
weight. After slapping him awake, I pull him by his hair to the basement 
steps. He can hardly walk.  I get him down the steps, by letting go of 
his hair. Damn!  He sounds like he used to, when he came home drunk.  
Walking down to the bottom of the steps, I look at him, lying in a heap 
on the concrete floor.   I start kicking his ass over to the corner, by 
the drain.  That way, we can hose him off and he can use the drain to 
defecate in.  We placed a chain there, earlier today, ready for him.  I 
place it around his neck, and lock it on him.              

As I walk up the steps, I hear him crying.  I turn on the fan, so I 
won't  have to listen, to him.  Turning off the lights and closing the 
door, I leave him naked on the cold floor.  I guess, HE will no longer 
wear the paints in this family! 

I stop at the fridge, and get a cold beer.  Then, I grab one of his, 
hmmmm, NO, MY cigars.  Lying back in my chair, I use a Zippo, to light 
the cigar.  I'll get Pam and my daughter later, but now I'll have a 
victory cigar, first. 

Eyes half-closed, I look at the smoke rings I'm blowing in the air.        

Hmmmmmmmmmm!  Life is good! 


   
SUMMER COTTAGE. By GW 

Rick Lewis agreed to take care of his sixteen-year-old "baby" sister for 
a month, during summer vacation.  Their parents were going to Europe. He 
and Jill would spend the time at the family's remote summer cottage, in 
the mountains. The All-American football star, just graduated from 
College, in June, and was waiting for his Air Force Commission to come 
through, in September, so he had, otherwise, been at loose ends for the 
summer. 

Being away at college for four years, Rick hadn't seen very much of 
Jill, for some time, and he was amazed at how mature, the slim, yet 
sturdy, young blond had become. He was also rather shocked to find her 
so hard and brazen.  Before he'd gone off to College, he remembered her 
as a sweet, naive little kid.  Now she gave him a lot of back-talk and 
mouth, every time he said anything to her. She absolutely refused to do 
any of the chores around the cottage. 

Rick had cooked all the meals, and done the chores himself, rather then 
get a lot of lip.  By the second night, he was getting sick of it.  
After they finished the supper he'd just cooked, Rick asked Jill to wash 
the dishes 

"Not a chance, Big Bro, I've got to wash my hair!"  Was the sarcastic 
reply. 

Rick lost his temper. "Damn it!  You're living here, too, and its only 
fair you share in the chores!"  

"I don't think so, Ricky, Dear!" Jill smirked.  "Mom and Dad are paying 
you to take care of me, so you should do the work, around here!  There 
are lots of other places I'd rather be than this god-forsaken cabin in 
the woods!" 

"Well, so would I!"  Rick snapped back.  " Especially being her with a 
brat like you, but I agreed to spend a month here, so we're stuck with 
each other. Now I'm going in to take a shower.  When I'm finished, I 
want to see those dishes washed! Y'got that?" 

Jill answered, sullenly. "I heard you!" 

Rick went off to the shower. A while later, when Rick stepped out of the 
shower and reached for a towel, he suddenly saw Jill was in the bathroom 
with him. 

Rick was shocked and embarrassed. "Get the hell, out of here!"  He 
shouted in confusion, chagrined to be naked in front of his adolescent 
sister. Jill didn't move. Instead, she coolly looked over her brother's 
big, muscular body, so boldly, that Rick blushed. 

"Gee Ricky, Baby!  You certainly do have a big dong.  You must be a real 
terror to all those little coeds, at college!" 

Rick was furious. "All right, Young Lady!  That's the last straw!  
You're going to get what you deserve.  I'm going to give you a spanking, 
you'll remember the rest of this vacation!" 

Rick wrapped a towel around his middle, and reached out to grab Jill. 
But when he grabbed her wrist, the slim, young blond bent down and sank 
her sharp, white teeth, deep into the back of his hand. 

Rick swore. "Owww! Goddamn! You're going to be sorry for that!"  The big 
six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound football player lunged at his small 
five-foot-six-inch, hundred-and-twenty-pound, teenage sister. Jill 
adroitly side-stepped her brother, though. Rushing out-of-control, Rick 
slipped on the wet tiles and fell heavily on his knees. 

Jill laughed nastily, stepped behind her big brother, and kicked him 
brutally hard, driving her work-booted foot, into his hard muscular 
buttocks, and slamming him flat on the hard, wet floor. 

Before Rick could get up, his back exploded in excruciating pain.  Jill 
had jumped high in the air, and came down feet-first on the small of his 
back. Then laughing loudly, she jumped nimbly off her brother.  She 
collected his bathrobe off the hook, picked up all the towels, including 
the one Rick had tied around his waist, and left her brother lying 
stunned, on the bathroom floor.  A second later, the door slammed shut. 

His sister's parting comment stung Rick's pride. "You, faggy wuss! Don't 
you ever dare touch me again, or I'll really fix you, good!" 

It was several minutes, before Rick dragged himself to his feet. Then, 
he found Jill had locked the bathroom door, from the outside. He was so 
mad, he tried to break the door down, but at the first try, he cried out 
in agony at the sharp shooting pain in his back.  Jill had really hurt 
him, when she knee-dropped onto it. For ten minutes, Rick yelled and 
swore.  Jill didn't answer, but he could hear her giggling outside the 
door. 

At last, Rick gave up, and lay down on the floor.  He tried to sleep.  
It was chilly though, and he was naked, and didn't even have a towel for 
warmth. He spent a long, cold, uncomfortable, miserably painful night on 
the hard bathroom floor. 

In the morning, when Rick woke up, he found the bathroom door open.  His 
body had stiffened up, on the floor, and it was agonizing to drag 
himself to his feet. He took another hot shower, and felt somewhat 
better, though he was still sore. He limped painfully through the living 
room on the way to his bedroom. Jill was nowhere in sight.  In his 
bedroom, Rick discovered his suit case, with all his clothes in it, was 
missing.   All the sheets and blankets were gone from his bed, too.  
There was nothing he could wrap himself in, or even dry off, with. 

Still naked, Rick wandered through the cottage, looking for Jill. The 
door to her bedroom was locked.  He found her in the kitchen, dressed in 
shorts, halter, and those damned boots. Naturally, the supper dishes, 
from last night, were still on the table, unwashed. 

"Where are my clothes, You Little Bitch?"  Rick demanded, angrily. 

"Now, now, Ricky Dear!  Don't get bent all out of shape. You look really 
cute, that way! Your clothes are locked safely in my room, and I've got 
the key.   In fact, you look so adorable that way, I think I'll keep you 
this way, all summer!" 

Rick was embarrassingly aware of his nakedness, in front of his 
spiteful, little sister.  He modestly covered his genitals with his big 
hands, though he snarled. "Give me, that key, Jill!  I'm warning you!" 

Jill laughed. "How sweet!  The little boy is modest!"  

Rick snarled, and came after Jill, with blood in his eye.  Jill backed 
up against the kitchen table, and nonchalantly rested her hands on it.  
As Rick  came within range, she doubled up her right leg, with stunning 
speed and drove it, heel-first, into her brother's naked lower belly. 
Truthfully, it was the last thing Rick expected.  He still just couldn't 
adjust to thinking of his baby sister as a dangerous adversary.  Jill 
almost buried her heavy boot-heel in his abdomen. Rick's face turned a 
sick-green, and he went down on his ness, hardly able to breathe. 


Jill slid back, and sat up on the table. "C'mon, Ricky, Dear! Get up and 
fight like a man, even if you are a pitiful little weakling. 

Rick disregarded the gut-wrenching agony, and staggered to his feet. 
Just as he did, Jill jumped off the table.  She ducked low, and like a 
goat butted him, with her hard head, right in the gut again.  Rick 
bounced back against the stove, painfully banging his kidneys, just 
where Jill had knee-dropped on them, the night before. 

As Rick stumbled off the stove, his little sister caught his arm, and 
gracefully judo tossed him on his back.  Rick looked up at Jill, half-
fearfully. He had been in few brawls in four years of college, but never 
run into anyone, as cruelly efficient, and deadly in a fight, as his 
little sister. 

Jill smirked.  "Did I tell you, about my judo lessons?  Daddy thought, I 
should be able to protect myself, because I'm just a 'helpless little 
girl'!  I've been taking them for three years, now, and I've already got 
a black bel!" 

The big, powerful male athlete climbed painfully to his feet, once more, 
only to have his baby sister kick his feet out from under him.  Rick 
crashed at her feet, and Jill smashed her small, hard fists into his 
unprotected face.  He tried to scramble away, but Jill followed after 
him.  Her aim was deadly, and she never missed a punch.  In about thirty 
seconds, Jill closed one of Rick's eyes, cut his lip, and bloodied his 
nose.  Then she kicked him over on his side. 

Jill giggled.  "Oh yeah, after I got my black belt in judo, I took up 
karate!  I'm getting pretty good at that, too, don't you think?" 

Rick tried to roll away, from the cruel, little, blond witch, but Jill 
planted her boot-heel on his genitals. 

 "Lie still, or I'll ruin you, Big Brother!  Wouldn't that be a loss to 
all your little coeds?" 

 By now, Rick was ready to cry, at the pain and frustration.  He looked 
up at his sister, with hatred in his dark blue eyes. 

Jill contemptuously walked away.  "C'mon, Big Brother, or should I call 
you, Little Sister?"  She taunted her brother.  "Oh well, I'm generous!  
I'll give you another chance!" 

Jill contemptuously turned her back on her brother.  Rick got up.  It 
hurt, but he was so damned mad, he didn't even notice the pain. He 
rushed at the laughing teenager.  Almost casually, barely turning her 
head, Jill buried her elbow in Rick's aching belly.  He was no more 
prepared this time, for Jill's savagery, and the blow stopped him dead. 

Jill wheeled around, and punched Rick's face again.  Her hard fist 
struck him squarely on the chin, and Rick saw stars. Then, he felt a 
wrenching pain in his arm.  Jill had grabbed it, and was effortlessly 
spinning her big brother around. Helplessly, Rick felt Jill ram his 
hugely-muscled, right arm, behind his back, in a hammerlock.  Before he 
could react, Jill used his trapped arm as a lever, and rammed him, full-
tilt, into the refrigerator. 

Before Rick could recover his strength, or break loose, Jill reached 
between his muscular thighs, and grabbed his balls.  She squeezed 
viciously!  Rick shrieked in agony. 

"Ready to give up, Big Brother, or should I really make you into a 
fairy?"  

Rick cursed in a pain-choked voice, and tried to struggle, free, but 
Jill tightened her grip, even harder, and Rick went limp, in shock.  He 
slumped to his knees. Jill let go of his balls, and grabbed a handful of 
brown hair.  She banged her brother's handsome face against the 
refrigerator. As the big, All-American football player grew weaker, Jill 
forced his arm higher up his back, until Rick whimpered. 

"Stop it! Stop it!  Please, let go!  I quit!"  

Jill laughed, cruelly.  "Ready, to do what I tell you, from now on, 
Sweetie-pie?" 

When Rick didn't answer quick enough, his sweet-faced, little, teenaged 
sister gave his arm another vicious wrench. 

"For Christ's sakes, yes!  I'll do what you tell me, but let go, Jill, 
please!" Rick sobbed. Jill gave one final wrench and let go. 

"Okay, good!  Now, why don't you start, by cleaning up the kitchen and 
washing those dishes?"  Jill smirked. Her sobbing, naked, big brother 
obediently limped to the sink, and began to run the dish water. 

Jill gave her brother's hard butt, an even harder smack, and chortled.  
"I think I'm going to enjoy this summer vacation, after all!" 



ENGAGEMENT PARTY. By GW 

Chrissy and I had been dating for about six months. After moving in 
together, and living with her for two months, I thought she was the most 
terrific girl I'd ever known. She was sweet and considerate, and, fun to 
be with. I finally asked her to marry me.  When she said "yes," I was 
ecstatic. 

That Friday evening, we had a small engagement party; just a few of our 
close friends to celebrate.  We also asked the couple, who just moved in 
next door, because they didn't seem to know anybody, yet, and we felt 
sorry for them. That was the start of our first big fight. It was about 
the new neighbors.  Nancy, the wife, spent a long time talking to me, 
and telling me all of her troubles.  To tell you the truth, I was bored 
out of my mind, all the time, and just listened out of politeness. 
Chrissy spent an equal amount of time talking to Nancy's husband, but 
she was furious with me. 

She was still angry, the next morning.  I said I thought, at a party, we 
both had a right to talk to other people, even if we were engaged, now.  
Chrissy said Nancy was "a cheap slut, who'd screw anything in pants", 
and that I should stay away form the "little bimbo," or I'd be sorry. 
"Damn sorry!" 
                                                  
Well, I got mad and told her, I'd talk to "anyone I damned pleased."  
That made Chrissy so mad, she threw a dish at me.  I muttered something 
about irrational women, and left for the gym, where I work out several 
days a week.  Chrissy's also a member, but she generally works out 
different hours, then I do. When I got back ,early that afternoon, 
Chrissy was waiting for me in a tight leotard. She really looked hot, 
and I hoped she was over being mad, but she started right in, again, as 
soon as I came in the door.  

"I suppose you saw your sweet, little Nancy, at the Health Club?"  She 
hissed. As a matter of fact, both Nancy and her husband are members, but 
I hadn't seen either of them there, that day.  I was mad, by now, and 
snapped back at her. "Well, what, if I did?" 

Even though, I was annoyed, I couldn't help noticing, how sexy Chrissy 
looked in that leotard.  I thought I'd try to sweet-talk her out of it, 
so I snuck up behind her, and put my arms around her from behind.  I 
started kissing the back of her neck and touching her breasts. She 
didn't have a bra on underneath, and I felt her nipples stiffen. 

"Damn you!" She said, half-mad, and half ready.  I started to pull her 
toward the couch, but she spun around, and smashed a roundhouse right 
fist into my chin.  I saw little birdies, for a second.  She packed one 
mean wallop! 

"What did you do that for?"  I asked, stupidly, rubbing my chin.  Since 
I'd met her, Chrissy has always been a perfect lady. I never knew her to 
be violent before. She doesn't even like to put mouse traps around 
because she feels sorry for the "cute little things." 

"Because you deserved it!"  Chrissy answered, smiling sweetly.  I 
thought she had just been kidding around, and said.  "Well maybe!" And 
put my arms around her again, and tried to kiss her.  Instead of 
responding though, she attacked me like a wildcat, scratching my face 
and chest, and kicking my shins.  She even tried to knee me in the 
crotch, but I twisted to one side, just in time.  I was still dizzy from 
that punch, though, and she knocked me over on my back, on the floor.  
          
While I lay I there, in shock, I guess, Chrissy jumped onto my stomach, 
with her whole hundred-and-thirty-five-pounds landing right in my gut, 
and knocking the breath out of me.  She grabbed my wrists, and pushed 
them down on the floor, over my head, and held them there.  I barely 
knew what was happening, at this point, but somehow, I tore my hands 
loose, and grabbed her wrists. 

"Chrissy, stop it please!  One of us, is going to get hurt!" 

"Well, it won't be me, Big Man!"  She snapped back, struggling like a 
wild woman.  As I said, she works out regularly, and is in great shape, 
but, truthfully, so am I, and I outweigh her, by forty pounds.  I'm, 
also, six inches taller then her five-foot-five.  Even so, I was the one 
on the bottom. I've never been into female domination, and I didn't like 
that a bit.  

As I got my breath back, I said.  "Okay Chrissy, that's enough!" And 
rolled her, off me. I pushed her down on her back, and straddled her.  
For a second, that was kind of sexy.  I didn't want to hurt her, but she 
was spitting, and trying to bite me, and kicking like crazy.  It was 
like trying to hold down a cyclone. 

Then she got her knee between my legs, and this time, she did knee me in 
the balls. I  yelled at the pain, and rolled off her.  She hadn't had 
much leverage, though, and I wasn't hurt, too bad.  I rolled back toward 
her, to pin her down again, but she was up on her knees, already.  I 
couldn't believe the look of vicious cruelty on her face.  She'd always 
been so sweet and affectionate; it was hard to believe this was the same 
girl, I was engaged to. 

I started to stand up, but Chrissy beat me to it.  Before I was off my 
knees, she grabbed my hair and jerked me over into series of knee-lifts, 
first in the face and then in the belly.  I couldn't straighten up, and 
she held my hair, and kept slamming her knee into my belly. Then her 
knee hit my chin, again, and it felt like she'd broken something.  My 
whole head felt like it was going to explode. 


Chrissy started punching my face, then, with one hand, while she held me 
up, by the hair, with the other. She hit me in the nose and eyes. She 
had quite a lot of heavy rings on her hands, that I'd never seen her 
wear before.  Now, I wonder if she hadn't deliberately put those rings 
on, before I got home, because she was planning this.  Right then, I 
didn't have time, to wonder about  anything, because Chrissy was cutting 
my face to pieces. I finally lunged at her, and threw my arms around her 
waist, and wrestled her to the floor, again. 

Before I could pin the wildcat, she squirmed loose, and scooted away 
from me. We both got up on our feet again.  By now, I was so hurt and 
mad, I went after her with my fists, as if she was another man.  I had 
boxed some in college, but I was amazed to find out how good a boxer 
Chrissy was, herself, especially with all those damn rings on.  She 
danced away from me, weaving expertly to dodge my punches.  There was, 
already, blood running down my face, and I wasn't moving very fast; 
she'd slowed me down plenty, and she was really fast. She flicked lefts 
and rights, at me, like a swarm of locusts, landing lots more punches 
than she missed. 

Chrissy concentrated on my belly and rib cage, and she wasn't too 
concerned, if she hit below the belt, either.  I could hardly breath or 
see, and then, before I knew it,  she had backed me against the wall, 
half- unconscious, pounding away at me.  I wasn't throwing any punches 
anymore. A referee would have stopped the fight, then and there.  
Unfortunately for me, we didn't have a referee. 

"No more, please, Chrissy!"  I croaked. Chrissy did stop hitting me, 
then, but she wasn't finished.  She grabbed my arm, twisted around, and 
threw me over her shoulder, I was too groggy to know what she was doing, 
and I landed hard.  That really jarred me.  Chrissy jumped on my chest, 
and pinned my arms under her knees.  This time there was no hope of 
rolling her off. 

I was looking up at my girlfriend's crotch, pinned helplessly under her 
knees.  I was moaning out loud.  I really hurt all over, and  I'd never 
been so humiliated in my life.  I'd seldom lost a fight before, and now 
here I was, beaten almost senseless, by my sweet little fiancee.  It was 
the most terrible moment of my life. Even now, I get a sick feeling in 
my stomach, just thinking about it. I hated having a girl on top of me, 
like that, and I struggled and kicked like a crazy man. It didn't matter 
what i did, Chrissy rode me, and held me down under her, as easy as 
anything. 

After a while, I didn't have any strength left; I just couldn't fight 
anymore.  I just lay there, whimpering. Chrissy cocked her fist. 

"Don't hit me again!"  I pleaded, suddenly scared shitless of her. I 
couldn't believe I was begging a girl, the girl I loved, not to hit me! 

"Give up?"  She asked with a nasty grin. 

 I had no choice!  I gulped out. "Yes!" 

"Say 'auntie'!' Chrissy demanded, with her fist still cocked above my 
face. 

"Auntie!"  I gulped. 

Beating me up, and feeling me helpless, under her, must really have 
turned Chrissy on. She lay down full-length, on top of me, and kissed me 
hard on the mouth.  She stuck her tongue inside my mouth, and pushed my 
tongue around like it didn't belong there.  I tried to pull my face 
away, and turn my head the other way, but the bitch wouldn't let me go.  
She reached down, and undid my jeans and stuck her had inside my pants.  
Much as I hated the pain, and the humiliation, the fight had given me a 
tremendous hard-on.  That made me feel even worse, like I must be some 
kind of sick pervert, who likes getting beat up, by girls. 

Chrissy played with my dick, roughly, squeezing and pulling on it.  I 
whimpered. "Please, you're hurting me!"  I kept asking her to leave me 
alone, but she just laughed.  Instead of leaving me alone, she pulled my 
jeans and shorts off me. She opened the crotch snaps of her leotard, and 
she was naked underneath. 

 Then as I lay there, helpless, Chrissy mounted me again.  The arrogant 
contemptuous way, she did it, really makes me furious, when I think 
about it, now.  

Chrissy was purring like a goddamned cat, as she slid herself down on my 
dick. She must have been really super-turned-on, because I can't ever 
remember her, that hot and wet before.  She bit my chest, so hard I 
screamed, as she started sliding, up and down, on me.  I did my best, 
not to cooperate, but that didn't matter.   Chrissy did all the work.  
She seemed to like it like that! 

Against my will, Chrissy made me come inside her, at the same time she 
did. 

After it was over, Chrissy sat up straight on top of me, with a loud 
moan of pleasure.  She looked down at me, with that nasty, superior 
grin. 

"Now that we're engaged, I thought it was time, you learned to really 
please me in bed, you pathetic little wimp!"  She didn't even have to 
hold me down, now. There was no way, I could move, with her sitting on 
my chest. I was crying, and she kept laughing at me.  She slapped my 
face, some more.  I found out that for Chrissy, "after-play" was as 
rough and nasty, as her "fore-play."