Dominated..
                                                                                                               By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com
                                                                                                               Illustrated by Nerraw
 
Bill is beaten up by Fiona.
(Thanks to Fiona and Deb for the ideas for this story.)
 
My body trembled in trepidation. I was naked, crouching on all fours on the floor, the soles of my feet resting against a leather covered pouffe. My cousin David was in a similar position on the other side of the pouffe. 
 

 
We crouched there, facing away from each other, joined together by a length of thick cord which was tied round the tops of our tautened ball sacs and which passed through our legs and over the top of the pouffe: a deadly umbilical, tied in position by the girls who dominated us so completely.
 
"Now let's see who can win at my new game," said Mistress Fiona cheerfully. "Testes tug-of-war! On my word, you crawl forwards as fast as you can. I want to see you PULL, boys. First to give in is the loser, and the loser gets twenty with the cane! Ready!"
 
My mind raced. My balls could be destroyed. Twenty with the cane!! I was terrified. Yet my cock was straining into a massive erection, as it always did when I was helpless, at the mercy of this magnificently beautiful woman who held me totally in her power.. I trembled with trepidation.
 
 "GO!"
 
Her cane smacked into my bare buttocks. At the same time Debbie, Fiona's partner, smacked her cane into David. We jerked forwards. The cord twanged tight. Fire shot through my groin. I cried out........
 
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I got the job at St. Catherine's Girls' School straight from Teachers' Training College. The school, a private boarding school for girls aged twelve to eighteen, needed a new maths teacher who could also assist with PE and offer soccer coaching as an extra curricular subject. For the first time the school was offering soccer as an option to the more traditional girls' school sports of hockey and lacrosse. For this they 
needed a qualified coach.
 
The job could have been designed especially for me. My main subject was maths, and my second main was PE and Games. I also held a Football Association Coaching Certificate which I'd taken during last summer's long vacation from College. 
 

 
I sailed through the job interview. The main concern of the interview panel, seemed to be how I'd react to working under the authority of the Headmistress and my Heads Of Department, all of whom were women.
 
I managed to convince them that this wouldn't be a problem, without, I thought, revealing my naturally masochistic tendency, which actually caused me to want to be under the orders of women. That was one of the main reasons I applied for the job!
 
I was given a provisional six month contract. As I was the only male member of staff, and only on a conditional contract, I was not offered accommodation in the school with the other teachers, but had to find a flat in the town.
 
I found one almost straight away. It was just right. A self contained one bedroom flat over a quite large sports shop. The shop, the large first floor flat, and the attic flat, which I rented, were all owned by the two young women, Fiona and Debbie, who occupied the first floor flat. I agreed to help out in the shop in the evenings and at weekends, in return for a much reduced rent. I moved in a month before the start of the new Autumn term, just right to give me time to prepare lessons for my new classes.
 

 
Fiona called in to see me as I was unpacking my few belongings. 
 
"Good, I see you're settling in. Come down to the shop at five o'clock and I'll show you what clearing up you have to do in the evenings. Don't be late!" she said. 
 
A tiny current of excitement shot through me. It was the way she said it. It was the definite order of a natural commander, a commander who expected to be obeyed as of right.
 
I was on time. My chores, which mainly involved cleaning up the shop, were explained to me. Then Fiona took me down to the cellar which ran the whole length of the building.
 
Most of the space was taken up with a fair sized gym. There was a three quarter size boxing ring at one end. A couple of speed balls and a heavy punching bag occupied one side of the room, together with a rack of shelves holding boxing gloves, dumb bells, head guards, etc. 
 
On the wall opposite the boxing ring there was a large cupboard, which was padlocked, and scattered about the floor was a selection of fitness appliances.
 

 
"We hold boxing and other forms of self-defence classes for girls and women twice a week down here." Said Fiona. "Do you box?"
 
"Well, I did a little bit at college," I said modestly. "I managed to reach the inter college semi-finals of the light heavyweight division last year Lost on points! But it was just college stuff. We had hardly any coaching, so I'm not really much of a boxer!"
 
"Oh, I'm sure you're too modest," she said. "There is a meeting of our self-defence club this evening. Come down to the gym at eight o'clock and you can give us a few pointers if you will. Just wear a pair of shorts. Bare feet will do, or wear your trainers if you wish. The girls will be thrilled to have a male boxer visit the club!"
 
Once again there was that power of command which Fiona used so naturally that it didn't occur to me to argue. I turned up as ordered, to find a dozen or so scantily clad, extremely fit looking young women working out on the apparatus, with Fiona walking amongst them offering advice and encouragement.  
 
I stared in awe, totally discomfited by the sight of so much smoothly tanned female flesh. For some reason I'd expected to find everyone wearing track suits, but that was not the case. They all wore the bikini-type bottoms and sports bras so favoured by the top female athletes. I think I would have turned tail and gone had I not been spotted by Fiona,
 
"Come on in," she ordered, causing me to tentatively enter the gym. "Stop a minute, girls!" That magical power of command worked again. Without having raised her voice at all, she brought the hustle and bustle of the lively gym to an immediate halt. 
 
I stood in my shorts, red faced with embarrassment, as everyone looked at me. 
 
"This is Bill," said Fiona. "He's a boxer. I thought it would be a good lesson for you all to see him in action. So, he and I will have an exhibition fight, and Deb can referee."
 

 
There was a murmur of interest as the girls eyed me up and down. I'm six foot one and, after doing three years of games and PE work at college, was in pretty good shape. Not exactly body builder, material, but well built, with good muscle development and hardly any surplus fat!
 
I was confused. This wasn't what I expected at all. I didn't know what to say. Fiona was about five foot six, seven inches shorter than me, and, looking at her trim, nubile figure, about sixty or seventy pounds lighter. 
 
Before I could protest, Debbie took hold of my arm and led me over to the glove rack. Debbie had looked stunning in her uniform track suit when I'd met her in the shop earlier. Now she looked awesome!
 
Nearly as tall as me, Debbie had a magnificent figure, with long, powerful legs and a slender waist which showed lightly defined 'six pack' muscles under the smoothly tanned skin of her exposed stomach.    
 
Tongue-tied and completely overwhelmed by the occasion, I let Debbie fix me up with a pair of gloves and lead me over to the ring.
 
"Kerry here will be your 'second'," she said, introducing me to a twinkling eyed young brunette, who carried a plastic bucket in one hand and a small stool in the other.
 
She put the stool into the ring by a corner post and told me to sit down on it.
 

 
Fiona sat on a similar stool in the opposite corner while Debbie introduced the fight. It was all happening far too fast. I wanted to stop this. I didn't want to fight a small, slender female, even in an exhibition! But it was too late. I was carried along on a wave of female enthusiasm which I was too weak-willed to oppose,
 
".........no holds barred battle of the sexes!"
 
I came out of my daze. What was this 'no holds barred' stuff. It was supposed to be an exhibition wasn't it?
 
"What's does she mean 'no holds barred'?" I asked Kerry.
 
"Oh, it's,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
 
Clang! The bell went for the first round.
 
"Go on," urged Kerry. "It's started!"
 
Feeling extremely sheepish, I advanced across the ring in a classic boxer's stance, almost mesmerised by Fiona as she came towards me boldly, confidently, her eyes wide, gleaming with calm determination.
 
I threw out a tentative left jab to keep her at a distance. Then my world collapsed!
 
Lithely, the nubile young female fighter swayed aside, closed with me as my fist went over her shoulder, leant back and kicked me hard in the balls. I'd found out what they meant by 'no holds barred'!
 

 
I cried out as pain burned into my brain. My body doubled over. My mind blanked with shock, then I was up against the ropes, feeling her punches smacking into me as the girl smashed my hard male body with her female fists.
 
Somehow I had instinctively covered up, doubling over to shield my burning balls, my head down between my muscular arms, protecting myself as best I could from Fiona's furious assault.
 
Then she kicked me under my left knee, My leg simply collapsed, and I went down, sprawled on the canvas, bewildered and helpless, at the mercy of my petite female adversary.
 
She slammed her foot into my ribs. I tried to scramble away from this deadly young female fighter but she kicked me again and again, driving the air from my body, kicking me across the ring to the cheers of the girls spectators, draining the fighting spirit out of me until I lay powerless at her feet.
 
My whole body was wracked with pain as I lay curled up, crying out in agony as every kick added to my despair.
 
Fiona stopped her assault at last and bent over my heaving body.
 
"Turn over and lie on your back," she ordered. Trembling with fear, and wincing with pain at each tiny movement, I gingerly obeyed, until I lay on my back, spread-eagled at the feet of the beautiful young woman who had beaten me up so easily and so savagely.
 
She was addressing the girls, who were all seething with excitement at seeing a powerfully built man being destroyed in combat by a slightly built young woman. She put her foot on my chest, symbolically sealing the triumph of a female over a male. 
 

 
"Normally," she said, "I would finish him completely. Once you overpower a man, don't just beat him, girls, give him the hiding of his life so that he will never challenge you again. Break his will. Destroy his spirit. That's what fighting men is about. Total victory!" She paused. "However," she said lightly, "I need this one," she pointed down at my supine body, "to clean up the gym after we've finished!"
 
As the girls chuckled with amusement, I lay totally still, sniffling with pain and humiliation, too terrified to move.  She had her foot on my chest and raised her arms in victory as she acknowledged the applause and congratulations on her awesome demolition of a large, strong, muscular male opponent. And my cock began to respond.
 

 
The sight of this gorgeous, nubile, almost naked young woman, standing over me in triumph overcame my pain and fear. She was magnificent, and I lay helpless under her heel, beaten into submission by this svelte, curvaceous woman warrior. Beaten by a girl. I couldn't contain myself. My cock bulged into an enormous erection.
 
One of the girls gasped and pointed in amusement as she noticed what had happened. Fiona smiled down at me.
 
"I thought as much," she said. "Get on your feet!"
 
Tentatively, hurting badly, I pulled myself to my feet. Amazingly, my erection still bulged out in a magnificent testimony to the power of the male libido's response to female stimulus.
 
"Take off your shorts!" 
 
I stood there naked and defeated, towering over the girl who had beaten me. On the one hand I was torn with pain and humiliation, and on the other my mind seethed with the excitement of being beaten and humiliated publicly by a woman half my size.
 

 
"There is the sure sign of male surrender," said Fiona, pointing to my thrusting member. "Isn't he lovely? A vanquished male paying tribute to his female conqueror. A very submissive male, if I'm not mistaken. Do you submit to me, Bill?"
 
"Y..yes Miss," I answered tremulously. I had no will of my own. I had been taken over by a sexual power greater than I knew how to resist. I submitted all right. Standing stark naked, beaten and humiliated, in front of a room full of sexy young women was a fantasy I'd never dared to believe would become reality. I felt as if I was sweating sex from every pore of my battered, tingling body.
 
"Good," said Fiona. "From now on you will obey orders from myself, Debbie and any of the girls in our classes. Come here and let me get rid of that erection for you."
 
I stood before her. She held me by my biceps, looked up into my  frightened eyes and drove her knee into my tautened balls. 

 
I went down crying in agony, tears streaming down my face as I lay sobbing at the woman's feet. She was relentless.
 
"Get on you knees," she snapped. I dragged myself up, sobs wracking my once powerful male body. "Now crawl into the corner over there until we finish our session. Oh, and keep your hands off your cock!"
 
Even as I dragged myself across the floor to the corner, I realised that, despite having taken a terrible beating, and two savage blows to my balls, I still had an enormous erection! 
 
I should have been worried, worried about my situation, my future, the damage to my body from the beating I'd received, but all I could think of was the sight of Fiona standing over me, hands on flaring hips, breasts thrusting, confident in her victory as I lay on the canvas, spread-eagled at her feet, beaten by a girl
 
To be continued.....