Second Verse Worse 
by Ibfeysaat

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Well I got badly beaten up and humiliated by Kathy. But the fact is I was
turned on. I went home and replayed the brutal beating over and over in my
mind. It always made me hard. Then I would try to imagine a rematch where I
was the winner. I was dancing around and she was crying and begging for
mercy. It was going to be different next time. I would take a few weeks to
heal up and get my nerve together enough to try and beat her and then we
would set up a rematch date and then she would beat the shit out of me
again. Kathy luxuriated in her complete dominance of me. She liked that
there was that sliver of my psyche that enjoyed her masterful beatings of
me and the part of me that craved it. But she also loved the other part of
my being that cried and begged and pleaded for mercy. She received massive
sexual pleasure from the aftermath of our tussles. One of her favorite
tricks was to sit on my legs and jerk me off as she slapped the shit out of
me. I craved her and she beat me up about 15 or 20 times before she went
off to college and I never saw her again. But I was soon to meet my next
maker.

It turns out that Kathy had a good friend who she shared the stories of her
beatings of me. When she left for college she gave her my routine. Every
Saturday I would go to the ball fields to watch a ballgame. I guess I was
secretly hoping to meet another girl like Kathy. But she was no longer
there. It wasn't hard for Amy to find me. It was the Saturday before Labor
Day and I was just hanging around the field sorta watching the game. But I
just really wasn't into it. I was actually "missing" Kathy.

"Ike."

I turned and saw this very plain looking girl with shoulder length mousey
brown hair. She was bigger than Kathy but softer looking. But who in the
world was she? And how did she know my name?

Who are you I replied.

"I'm Amy. I'm a friend of Kathy's. She told me all about your fights with
her. You know the ones where she beat you up and humiliated you to her
heart's content. Kathy told me where to find you as she left for school.
She has been teasing me for several months. I so much would have loved to
witness one of your humiliating beatings at the hands of Kathy. I was kinda
hoping that maybe you could give me my chance to beat you up. I'm not like
Kathy, I have never been in a fight before. But Kathy gave me some boxing
lessons and I would love to see if I could beat you up and humiliate you
too!"

She was so feminine. Almost non sexual at all. She was just this slightly
heavy kinda chubby girl. She didn't wear any makeup or anything to
accentuate her natural beauty. She kinda reminded me of Wilma in human form
from the Flintstones. She looked like someone who I might be able to beat
up. I was instantly very interested in hearing more. She was so forward in
her speech. I guess she had a lot bottled up inside her.

So she wanted a chance to box with me. If I won, I could do anything I
wanted to her. If she won, and she seemed pretty confident, she was going
to make me her bitch. She so badly wanted to beat me up and sit her
drooling cunt all over my face. It seems that most guys don't even give her
a second look. Amy was being very forward. It didn't take long before we
were heading over to her house to have a much fairer battle of the sexes.

I really wasn't thinking about losing. This wasn't Kathy. This was a girl
who had never been in a fight. I was actually thinking I was going to win.
Amy was having similar thoughts. She was so confident that she was going to
beat me up. To be perfectly honest, a small part of me was beginning to
worry.

Amy took off all her clothes except a pair of black bikini panties. She had
these sexy 2 little titties with rock hard pink eraser sized nipples.
Little boyish nipples. But they still turned me on. The fact is my man
boobs are bigger than hers. I quickly followed suit and was glad I was so
roly poly. It seemed like my excess blubber was going to protect me. I was
just wearing a pair of boxers with my boner hidden under my rolls of fat. I
felt actually confident. Sort of.

We decided to box for 3 minute rounds with a one minute rest between
rounds. I wore a bigger softer glove. Hers were 8oz. But I was excited and
ready to whoop ass and turn the tables on my new plaything. I put in my
mouth guard and wished her luck. She started the timer and we began.

Round 1 got off to a fun start. We each tried punching each other and some
landed while others were blocked. Her punches which did land weren't that
hard. I was able to take them and keep going. And a few of my punches
landed cleanly. I faked a low right and fired a left hook about 20 seconds
into the fight and it landed cleanly. She smiled sexily after it landed and
even said "nice punch."

It didn't seem to hurt her. In fact, it seemed like she actually liked it!
And for the rest of the first round we each tried punching the other out.
Our combined lack of talent seemed to indicate that this was going to be a
close contest. Amy was just a little quicker than me and she landed several
soft punches to my face. But, they really didn't hurt. I also got her a few
times which spiked my confidence. The first round ended in kinda a draw. As
we rested between rounds, I noticed that I was breathing harder than she
was. I also was beginning to perspire. At the end of the rest period I was
ready to go.

Round 2 began and we both came out swinging. For the first 20 or 30 seconds
it was still pretty even. But my weight soon came in to hurt me. I was
quickly running out of gas. And pretty soon I was winded. Amy seemed to
notice me slowing down and she sped up. About 15 seconds into the round, I
was able to perform that same combo that I succeeded with in the first
round. Again, my left hook landed cleanly on the side of her face. It gave
me a jolt of energy and the excitement of maybe actually winning. She
smiled again and said "nice punch" as she backed away. Amy followed up by
saying that was going to be my last good punch. She danced away and I
followed her. For the next 7 or 8 seconds, Amy backed up in a circle and I
followed her. Nobody threw a punch. Suddenly, she pivoted to her side and
let me have a good 3 punch combination. Left right left all to my belly. It
didn't so much hurt as it robbed me of my breath.

Amy danced away after her best combo of the fight. A moment later she
pivoted again to my left side and punched me 4 times in the side. Again,
these punches didn't really hurt, but they were beginning to add up and I
was getting winded. I began to perspire harder. As I eventually brought my
guard lower to the side, Amy turned and socked me 3 times in the face. She
laughed and announced that she's WIIIIIINNNNG! For the first time, I
realized that I was out of breath and needed to rest this round. I was
going to just try and protect myself and get back to hitting her next
round. The problem was that there was about 2 whole minutes that I needed
protect myself.

As I slowly descended away from Amy, she realized my hesitancy and she
attacked. She began battering my arms with lefts and rights. I was doing a
good job protecting myself and I thought I would let her punch herself out
before I countered. But Amy was just punching away. A couple of shots
landed cleanly to my body and as I lowered my guard she switched to come
upstairs. Her left hand followed by her right punched me in the face. I
backed away a step but Amy was sensing opportunity. She pummeled me with 2
successive 3 punch combinations. All to the face. A left right left thudded
into my unprotected face. She danced back then stepped forward and hit me
with a right left right. I think I even yelled "Oww!" She danced away and
pivoted before coming back to the body. And for the next minute and 20
seconds Amy slowly beat me down.

As the round ended I was happy. But I realized that I was even more tired
than before and I was beginning to realize that this girly girl was
actually going to beat me up. Amy was ecstatic at the end of the round. She
had this annoying little smile as if she was all proud of herself. She
really did a lot of talking between rounds. Amy was gaining confidence with
every second and was concluding that she was going to be the winner of this
little battle of the sexes. She told me that she was loving actually
beating me up and she was going to really give it to me next round. She
announced what she was going to do to me after she beat me up and part of
me just wanted to skip the rest of the fight and let me service my
conqueror. But Amy was still just starting her career in beating up boys
and men and she wanted to keep going.

All to quickly our break was over and with my heart beating out of my chest
and still short of breath I came out ready to attack. I came right to her
and fired a left hook. It seemed like I did it in slow motion. Amy easily
blocked it and punched me right in the nose. A quick straight left. It was
her best punch of the fight. In the first 2 rounds it was almost like she
was slapping at me. But this was a hard accurate punch which smashed into
my nose and it hurt.

I started to back away again almost in submission and Amy attacked me
mercillously. Pounding heavy punches to my sides and gut drove what little
wind I had right out of me. I started going "oof" with each strike to my
guts. Amy could taste victory and she was realizing that she was hurting
me. I soon found myself in the corner and Amy was beating the absolute shit
out of me. Lefts and rights all were landing cleanly either on my face or
worse, into my body. It was like death by 1000 cuts. The unbridled fear of
the inevitable pain washed over me. At that point it's only a matter of
time until the tears come.

Amy wasn't planning on letting me out of the corner. Her punches had more
oomph to them. It's like she learned. And they were hurting me. "Oof, oof,
oof escaped my lips with each clubbing strike to my withering body. I
lowered my arms again to stop the devastating gut punches. And Amy came
back upstairs with a slew of hard shots to my face. A left right combo
whacked me right on the nose. She followed up with an uppercut which
rattled me. I was getting woozy and frightened. The guilt of frustration
bathed over me. I could feel the tears of shame filling my eyes. Another
straight right to my nose and then the tears began flowing.

I told her that I had enough. She won. It hurt my feelings to admit that. I
really thought I was going to win. But, it had become obvious to both her
and I that she was the better girl. The better fighter. She just laughed at
me and said that now she was really gonna hurt me. "Cry for me. Cry like
the little baby that you are. Beg me for mercy. I'm gonna beat the
everlasting shit out of you."

As I lifted my arms to protect my tear stained face, Amy just pummeled my
heaving guts. "Oof, oof, oof, oof, oof tumbled off my lips. I cried and
surrendered but to no avail. I couldn't take any more pulverizing blows to
my belly, my arms went down to protect myself. Amy smiled and just went
left right left right left right left right to my face. Back and forth she
punched me. My tears were streaming down my face and I just couldn't take
any more. Left right left right left right left right. Oh God, she is going
to kill me!

But my weight proved to be too much and down I went. Amy didn't seem to
care. She continued to pummel my face as I was now sitting in the corner.
"I give. You win. I'll do anything just please stop hurting me!" And then
suddenly, she stopped. Amy stepped forward and shoved her damp panties
right in my face.

"Kiss my pussy bitch. You are going to worship me. Lick and kiss and beg me
for mercy. NOW!"

And there on my knees I looked up into the damp panties and began doing her
bidding. I sensed a familiar but slightly smoother scent. Well, taste
really. But I liked it and Amy sure seemed to, to. Within a matter of
moments, she lowered her panties and crushed my face in her hairy bush and
face fucked me stupid.

Amy delighted and talking at me. "I beat you up and now you are eating me
out. Lick my hairy smelly little cunt you fat bitch! And you've got a
boner. Ha ha ha. Too bad fatso. You owe me. Now suck my cunt and do it good
or I'll really have to punish you. Eat it. Eat my hairy pussy you bitch!"

Amy used and abused me to her heart's content. I got beaten up and
humiliated by her throughout the school year. And no, I never came close to
winning.