The Exchange Student, Day Two.
By Madcat
A young man battles a beautiful exchange student.


Ken awoke from his all too realistic dream with a start. He lay in bed and got
his bearings. A faint light thru the window told him it was still early
morning. A cill ran thru him as he realized he had kicked away all his
blankets. The confused boy looked down and saw he was completely naked. At
some point during his nightmare he must have removed his briefs. Ken didn't
notice the still warm mess on his abdomen until he sat up. His dream had been
more real than he realized.

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before and his mind recoiled at the
psychological implications. He could not go on living like this. He had to get
tough with this girl, real tough. Last night had been some sort of fluke. She
had caught him by surprise. Ken knew he could take her in a straight up fight
and saw no other way out.

He put on shorts and a tee shirt and headed downstairs. The boy watched TV and
waited for the final battle to begin.

His female nemesis kept him waiting. She didn't bound down the stairs until
after 11 o'clock wearing her trademark white panties and under shirt. "Good
morning, my Brother," she said in her soft, sexy accent.

Ken sat on the couch and glared back at his hated foe. He got up and met her
half way across the room the family room. All the humiliation and shame she
had subjected him to came boiling back up. It was payback time.

Renee smiled at him oblivious to the fate that awaited her. "Did you sleep
well last night? Did you have pleasant dreams." The girl said with a wink.

She knew. He didn't know how but she knew about his dream last night. At first
Ken thought she must be a witch or psychic. But then it hit him. She was
there. She had done those things to him.

"Aarrgh," he screamed as he charged his foe. Ken drove her back and intended
to slam her against the wall. But at the last second she planted her feet and
twisted. The two combatants switched positions and the girl smashed the boy
into the wall so hard he cracked the plaster.

The impact rattled Ken to the bone but it just added to his terrible resolve.
He brought up his leg and kicked out, sending his female adversary flying back
across the room.

Renee landed catlike just a few feet from the couch and got quickly to her
feet. She had been down this road before with her younger brother back home
and enjoyed every minute of it. Picking on Ken had been even more fun since
she successfully interjected a sexual element into their conflict. The fact
that he continued to bravely resist her just made the game more interesting.

"Are we having our second fight?" she asked with an infuriating smile.

He ignored her and charged again. The boy came in lower this time trying to
tackle her. Again, the girl twisted around and drove him head first into the
carpet. He roared in defiance and got to his hands and knees. But she had
already him in a vicious headlock. Little did he know that her bony forearm
had already pinched off his carotid artery in the side of his neck. His arms
and legs began to feel very heavy.

Renee had gotten to her feet and positioned herself behind her opponent to
increase the effectiveness of the sleeper hold. His body began to go limp in
her arms and she eased off ...

The next thing Ken knew he was looking up at Renee from between her legs. She
had his arms pinned as she straddled his shoulders. He lost the fight. The
girl beat him without hardly breaking a sweat. He tried desperately to throw
her off but his arms refused to move. That's when he noticed his clothes lying
in a neat pile beside his head. His female foe had stripped him naked.

"I warned you. No more fighting. But you would not listen. Now I must punish
you, my brother." She scolded.

Renee yanked him to his feet and woman handled him over to the couch. His arms
and legs moved sluggishly from the after effects of the sleeper hold. The girl
sat down and easily draped him over one knee. Her other leg clamped over his
and locked him in place. She intended to spank him and there was nothing he
could do about it.

"No, please ... " Ken begged. But Renee ignored his pleas.

Her hand slashed down on to his exposed posterior and a hot pain rippled thru
him. The boy yelped on the second swat. Each blow got progressively worse
until he openly sobbed with pain. She stopped after 12 swats.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy or do you need more correction?" Renee
asked.

"Please, you win. I'll be good." Ken replied.

"You told me that last night, but here we are still fighting. You must prove
to me that you are not lying this time." She said as she rolled him off her
lap. Ken fell to the floor with a flop. Renee spread her legs invitingly and
thrust out her hips. "Kiss it."

Ken looked at her with a confused expression. "Huh?"

"Kiss my pussy, mon chéri. Only this will prove that you love and respect me."

The boy complied hesitantly, not because he lacked the will but because he had
never done anything remotely like this before. He got close and studied the
gentle folds in her panties wondering where to start. Renee sensed his
confusion and grabbed the back of his head. She gently forced him forward
against her steaming mound. Reflexively, horny slut began to grind against him
seeking her own release. But she stopped short, somewhat surprised by her own
intense reaction.

So the girl pushed his pushed his head back and smiled, "go cook me a nice
breakfast."

Ken turned to grab his clothes but Renee warned him off. "No clothes for you
until I say so."

So the dumbstruck boy scampered off to cook his first naked breakfast, his
fury momentarily tempered by his intimate contact with this gorgeous woman.
The memory of his lips pressed against her panties floated in his mind and
brought a new stirring in his tired loins. But reality set in as struggled to
fix breakfast with a painful erection. He felt stupid and humiliated being
force to cook the meal in the nude. Ken knew he could not go thru the rest of
his senior year like this.

"Is breakfast is ready yet?" came a voice from behind him.

Renee entered the kitchen still wearing her panties and under shirt. The
girl's nipples stood erect and poked provocatively thru the white fabric of
her top. Then she raised her arms and stretched which highlighted her
wonderfully round globes. Renee looked at speechless boy and patted his bare,
crimson butt.

"You look so cute." She said as she sat at the table. The girl added to his
misery by slumping down in her chair and putting her sex on prominent display.
Ken could not take his eyes off her panties and the delicate creases in the
fabric. He realized at this point that he had no chance against her sexual
power.

Renee continued after a short pause, "I hope you are not angry about last
night. For a very long time I could not sleep so I went into your room to
apologize for taking the car and there you were with a giant, how do you say,
woody. Well I just had to see it after you tease me with it for so many weeks.
So I took off your underwear and, well, I had to touch it. It was so hard and
warm. Before I know it my hand is rubbing you and you do not wake up. All of a
sudden, boom. You explode and I ran away."

"It felt funny. That's all." He said uncomfortable with the subject. Ken
quickly served the breakfast. The smell made him hungry and he wolfed down the
bacon and eggs. But Renee continued to talk.

"Did you like kissing me down there?" she asked innocently. Ken just nodded,
not sure if he could talk about such a subject.

"Are you surprised that I beat you in the fight?" she asked without waiting
for a response. "I used to wrestle my younger brother back in France all the
time. He could never beat me no matter how he tried. I am very strong for a
girl, no. Let me show you."

Renee stuck out her hand in an invitation to arm wrestle.

"No thanks, I believe you." Ken responded.

But, as usual, Renee would not take "NO" for an answer. "Come on, do not be
afraid of your pretty little sister. Show me what a big strong man you are."

Ken had no illusions about beating this girl in a contest of strength. He
looked back over the past couple of months and saw clear evidence of her
physical power. It surprised him to some extent due to Renee's very feminine
appearance. But she had proved it beyond all doubt in their earlier battle.
Ken had no desire to demonstrate his inferiority and weakness all over again.
Unfortunately, he was more afraid of telling her "no" and accepted the
challenge.

The girl's had firm grip and her eyes lit up as the combatants positioned
their arms. He had to shift in his chair for the match, which gave Renee a
good view of his rigid manhood sprouting up from between his legs. After all
he had been through, this still made him feel uncomfortable. Renee said go and
Ken got off to an early lead. The boy got the girl's arm half way down before
she stopped him. He redoubled his efforts but so did she. Slowly, inch by
inch, his arm started to move in the other direction.

Renee's eyes bulged with the intensity of her effort. Ken's initial thrust had
caught her off guard and he almost won a quick victory. But the girl worked
out religiously and called upon her vast reserves of strength. As her hand
passed the mid point her leverage increased and Ken's resistance collapsed.
Their arms shot off the table as she crushed her opponent.

Ken fell to his knees as the girl literally yanked him out of the chair. The
match had started well but ended in a humiliating route as she clearly
demonstrated the superiority of her delicate female muscles. He clutched his
sore arm and looked up at Renee. She got out of her chair and struck a double
biceps pose over the naked male. Of course, that placed her panties and the
object of his desire scant inches from his face.

"I am super girl." Renee bragged. Ken agreed but perhaps not in the same sense
that she had meant. To him she looked simply perfect and he could no longer
contain his overwhelming lust. Ken reached over and tentatively kissed her
gorgeous thigh. Her strong muscles tensed with excitement under his pliant
lips. He knew this represented his ultimate surrender but he just could not
stop.

The boy worked his way right up to her pleasure nexus. He nuzzled her folds
slightly as he slid his tongue along her thigh. Then Ken looked up at her
smiling face.

"Do you wan to kiss it some more?" Renee asked. She already knew the answer
but she wanted to hear him say it.

"Yes, please." Ken whispered back.

Renee led him over to the couch and forced him to kneel before her. She slowly
removed her clothes and Ken gazed up at her nude form for the first time. Her
luscious, slender curves gave little indication of the awesome strength that
lie underneath.

The girl sat on the couch and spread her legs. Ken plunged in without
thinking. He made up for his lack of experience with a willingness to learn.
And his tongue quickly found the right buttons to push. Her passionate
reaction to his probing shocked him. Renee squealed with delight and locked
her thighs around his head. His head felt like a ripe grape between her
slender steel legs. Then she switched to grabbing him by the hair and grinding
away. He sighed in relief when after 20 minutes she slumped back in the chair
and released his throbbing head.

He lay on the floor sporting an aching erection and looked at the satisfied
little lady with a desperate longing. But Renee already adopted an aloof
attitude. She grabbed her clothes, stepped over Ken's battered body and
bounded upstairs. A minute later he heard the shower start. The boy needed
some relief so he took care of business the old fashioned way. Then he limped
up upstairs, lay down in bed and drifted off to sleep.

The sensation of being fondled awoke the exhausted man. It didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out the source of the stimulation.

"Wake up sleepy head. We are going shopping." Renee said. She wore jeans and a
tee shirt.

He got changed quickly and they drove to the mall in relative quiet. It gave
the very confused man time to think. Ken could not deny his overwhelming
attraction to this woman but he hated their developing relationship. Renee
seemed to derive pleasure from his pain and humiliation. There had to be a way
out this destructive love affair. Obviously, direct confrontation only ended
in more female domination. He would have to find a different way.

The couple spent the first hour shopping for girl's clothes and Ken started to
feel a little more at ease. Outwardly, they looked and acted perfectly normal.
Things went down hill when they strolled over to the men's department. Renee
picked out a pack of skimpy thong underwear for him.

"I can't wear those." He protested. "They look like girl's panties."

"Sure you can. They will look great on your cute little buns."

"But no. I can't have these around the house. No."

"Well, mon chéri, we can argue about it later." She smiled at him. They both
knew who would win the argument.

Apprehension and fear gripped the boy on the way back home. Renee obviously
had some thing planned and he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. Then Ken
remembered. His best friend, Dave, had made plans to come over that evening to
play video games. And his best friend wrestled on the varsity squad. The two
of them together could turn the tables on this French bitch.

"My friend Dave is coming over tonight. We are going to play video games." He
said.

"Sounds fun. Can I play too?"

"Sure." Ken said trying to hide his glee.

As soon as they arrived back at the house, he got a taste of Renee's plan. She
handed him the pack of underwear.

"Try these on. I bet you will look so sexy. Back in my country all the men
wear them." She said.

Ken accepted the pack with no further argument despite his misgivings. He just
needed to survive the next couple of hours until Dave arrived. Then the
insanity would be over. The boy retreated to a bathroom and slipped into the
thong. They felt funny but also strangely erotic. He looked in the mirror and
admired his new pretty boy figure. His hairless, youthful body did look good
in the girlish thong.

Renee waited impatiently in the family room with her hands on her hips. She
should have made him change right then and there. But when Ken finally emerged
from the bathroom, he surprised her. The boy pranced around the family room
showing off his new look. Renee noticed not only his virile young body but
also his wide smile. He looked happy for the first time in weeks.

"Ooouuh, mon chéri, you do look so sexy." The girl said as she moved forward
and grabbed his wrists. Then the lustful lady pushed him back into the wall
and pinned his arms. Their lips met and touched off a powerfully passionate
kiss. Her body pressed against his and the boy seemed to melt into her
embrace. She could feel his rapidly rising excitement against her abdomen.

"Make love to me. Carry me upstairs and make love to me." Renee panted.

Ken didn't to be asked twice. He scooped his once hated rival up and headed up
the stairs. Nailing her would go along way to healing his wounded male pride.
Only he ran into trouble. The girl got heavier and heavier with each stair. By
the time he got to the landing his arms trembled and his legs refused to move.

"Boy, we have to get you into a gymnasium. Let me try." Renee said switching
places with the thong clad male. With a soft grunt she lifted him high off the
ground and proceeded up the stairs. By the time they made it into her bedroom,
the girl groaned slightly with every step. But she never faltered and laid him
out nicely on her bed, once again proving her superior strength.

Renee quickly disrobed and removed Ken's thong. Then she straddled his loins
and pinned his arms to the bed, reaffirming her control.

"You are all mine, mon chéri." She whispered in his before impaling herself on
his throbbing shaft.

Ken had many fantasies over the last few years about losing his cherry but
none even came close to this scenario. She was nailing him, not the other way
around. He wanted desperately to touch her wonderful little globes but he
could not move his hands. He was making love totally under female control.

It turned out to be a marathon session as Renee slowly increased the tempo.
Half way thru she started the first of many climaxes. Or maybe it was just one
big one. Ken couldn't be sure. But she did release his arms and he finally got
a chance to squeeze her beautiful breasts. As the tempo increased so did his
counter thrusts. By the time he exploded, Renee was pretty much spent. She
kissed him deeply as he came inside her.

"Mon chéri, you are a wonderful lover. I know we will have a great year
together. Now go make me a nice dinner." She said. "And make sure to wear your
sexy underwear."

Only Ken didn't feel all that sexy anymore. He felt drained, tired and a
little bruised as he limped towards the shower. The water soothed his aching
muscles but could not heal his wounded pride. The battered man felt shame over
his physical and sexual submission to a mere girl. He hardened his resolve to
end this reign of female domination.

A couple of hours later he sat in his room and explained his predicament to
his best friend David. It was the hardest thing he ever done. Admitting defeat
and abuse at the hands of a woman would be hard for any man. Ken skipped over
many of the sexual details but the inference was hard to miss.

Dave shook his head incredulously. "You want me to beat up a girl for you? You
have to be joking."

Ken responded to Dave's disbelief by brazenly dropping his pants. His friend
stared in shocked silence at his red but cheeks.

"She did this to me. Dave, I never have lied to you and I'm not starting now.
I need your help. You know I'm not much of a fighter. We don't have to beat
her up. Just teach her who is in charge."

"Why are you wearing a thong?" Dave asked but he already knew the answer. He
had helped Ken many times with bullies over their long friendship and this
should be no different. But somehow it was.

"Well, lets go do it." Dave said still wondering how he could confront the
sultry girl. He knew Renee and, like 99% of the males at school, admired her
physical beauty.

For the second time in less than 24 hours, Ken marched into Renee's room
without knocking. But this time he had a friend. Renee lay on her bed wearing
her tight fitting jeans and tee shirt.

"About time you two showed up. Are we going to play games, now." She said,
sliding off her bed.

"No. No more games. I want you to leave my friend alone." Dave announced.

Renee walked over to Dave and put her hand on his chest. Ken felt the first
pangs of doubt as he saw the two together. Renee towered over the smaller boy
by two or three inches. Ken could tell that the girl was not the least bit
afraid of his muscular friend.

"What did Ken tell you? We had a little fight this morning and Ken lost. He
has been upset all day. But it wasn't my fault." She said while lightly
brushing his arm with her breasts.

"Well, well he said you spanked him. Thatsss ... , not right." Dave responded.
He had a devoutly religious upbringing and, at 18 years old, seldom dated. The
feel of her soft flesh against his arm made speech difficult.

"He wanted me to spank him. Some men like that sort of thing. Why don't me and
you talk about this in private for a minute." Renee suggested, running her
hand down his hard chest.

Ken could see his plan unraveling before his eyes. He hoped his friend would
see her divide and conquer tactics. But Dave said, "OK", and motioned Ken out
of the room.

"But Dave," Ken protested.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Dave replied while slipping his arm around the
nubile girl.

Ken retreated from the room hoping that his friend could handle it and return
his life to normal. But recent experience told him otherwise. So Ken went to
his room and planted his ear against the wall.

He could hear nothing at first, just a few muted and unintelligible voices.
Then it happened. A loud crash followed by footfalls. Then the wall shook as
someone impacted it close by. Ken wanted to go over and watch his friend toss
the beautiful French woman around the room. But the struggle stopped almost as
soon as it started. Then he thought he heard a male voice say, "No, please,
no." A loud whack added an exclamation mark to the plea for mercy.

Ken stood in stunned silence at the implications of what he heard. A second
whack and more anguished sounds of male begging galvanized the boy into
action. He ran over to Renee's room only to find his best friend, and varsity
wrestler, pinned face first against the wall. Even worse, his shirt lay on the
floor and his pants around his ankles. Ken could barely make out the tip of
Dave's rigid manhood squished between the wall and his pelvis.

Renee stood behind her new victim holding a big hair brush. She had one of
Dave's arms locked behind his back and him totally under control. Her tee
shirt had a small rip at the collar, which threatened to expose her right
breast. "I was just showing him what I did to you this morning." She said
triumphantly to Ken.

"Let him go." The taller boy commanded. He felt bad about getting his friend
involved but it was too late now.

"Oh, and what do you propose to do about it."

Dave did something about it. He spun out of the distracted girl's arm lock and
got her into a reverse bear hug, which the experienced grappler quickly
upgraded to a full nelson. Ken approached Renee finally confident that the
reign of female terror had ended.

"It's over, Renee. Time to be a good girl and leave me alone." Ken demanded.

"In your dreams." She spat back. "You two weaklings have to fight a girl two
on one. I will show you."

Ken grabbed the flap of her torn shirt and yanked, baring her wonderful chest.
For a fleeting moment, Renee's heaving bosom distracted the young hero. He
determinedly pressed on and unclasped her pants. They fell to the ground
revealing a luscious pair of pink panties. Ken resisted the urge to fall to
his knees and service the girl the way he had earlier in the day. Instead, he
sat on the bed.

"Put her over my lap for a nice spanking. What goes around comes around." Ken
said.

Twenty minutes ago, Dave would have been shocked by this bizarre scene. But
that was before he had been stripped, overpowered and spanked himself. Now he
wanted a little payback too. Things started to go wrong as he tried to move
the gorgeous brunette. She just would not budge. The taller girl began to
actively resist, making his full nelson difficult to maintain. Dave had never
gotten free of his pants and they hampered his mobility.

"Quit fooling around and bring her over." Ken squawked.

"I'm trying." Dave responded in a strained voice.

Then disaster struck. Renee drove back the over matched Dave and rammed him
into the wall in the precise spot where she had him pinned moments ago. Dave
dropped his arms as the impact drove the air from his lungs. The crazed French
woman spun around and slipped a hand between her foe's legs. She picked him up
and, in an amazing display of brute force, flung her naked enemy at the
astounded Ken.

Dave's body hit Ken in the chest and both boys crashed to the floor. Ken's
head hit the nightstand on the way down. He tried to get to his feet
immediately but the evil vixen yanked his feet out from underneath him. His
head bounced off the floor but he ignored the pain. Ken twisted to face his
beautiful foe only to get a foot stomp to the abdomen.

Fear gripped Dave as he nursed his wounded genitals. He got to his feet while
watching his friend's destruction. Unfortunately, the boy had no more stomach
for fighting and he fled the room as soon as he could stand. He left his
clothes and his pride in the girl's bedroom. Dave wanted nothing more than to
escape her wrath. Much to his chagrin, he could hear the girl bounding after
him.

Ken got to his feet as best her could. His head pounded and he struggled for
breath. But he knew he had to help his buddy so he stumbled his way
downstairs. What he found should not have shocked him but it did. His naked
friend lay pinned under the dominant female. It didn't take him but seconds to
get down the steps. But she had already managed to pin the trained wrestler to
the ground.

After a few seconds, Renee acknowledged his presence. "If you are going to get
a friend to beat me up, you better find a bigger one." She laughed derisively.

Ken propelled himself down the last few steps and did some thing he would ever
do. He raised his fists to a woman. Renee looked at him and dismounted the
other male.

"Mon chéri, do not make me hurt you." She said, shaking her head.

"Lets go, mon chéri," he said mocking her. Ken knew he had more guts than
brains but he hoped to gain time and get Dave back in the fight.

But his friend had no intention of re-engaging the panty clad girl. She was
stronger, faster and more skilled than he. In all his years of wrestling he
had never encountered such a dominating force. Continued resistance would just
delay the inevitable. Plus, Dave had already submitted to her and would not go
back on his word.

"Let us trade punches to the stomach. See who can stand the longest. You can
go first." She suggested. To prove her point, Renee placed her hands on her
hips.

"OK," Ken replied warily. He approached Renee cautiously. Again, he had to
fight the strange compulsion to drop to his knees and bury his head between he
luscious thighs. In the end these unwanted helped to over ride his hesitation
at hitting a girl and he unleashed a mighty blow. Dave thought the punch would
devastate the young lady but Ken knew better. His hand felt like he had just
punched a tree.

Renee doubled over but did not go down. She straightened up and grimaced. "You
punch hard for a boy." She said. "But now it's my turn."

Her blow lacked Ken's desperate power but it also hit a much softer wall. The
boy's already battered stomach muscles gave way under the female onslaught.
His knees collapsed as the air exited his chest. Next thing he knew her long
slender leg was planted victoriously in the middle of his chest.

"You lose." Renee announced. "Submit to me."

"I submit." Ken wheezed.

"Now its time for your punishment. Strip." She ordered Ken before looking at
Dave. "You first."

Renee proceeded to tan both their backsides with her bare hand. She took it
easy on Ken due to his fragile condition. Both boys sobbed with pain and
humiliation after their ordeal. Then came a laundry list of chores to be done
in the nude. For the last hour the pajama clad female played video games with
the boys. Well, she also played with other parts of their anatomy. Just before
Dave left Renee took him aside and helped him relieve his raging arousal for
which he was eternally grateful.

"Bonjour, David." She said as he departed.

"Bonjer," he replied. "And please don't go out for the wrestling team."

Ken retreated to bed when Renee gave his friend a helping hand. His fatigued
body had just fallen asleep when the girl entered his room. She kissed him
goodnight and slipped a hand under the blanket. Her fingers found his manhood
and gave him a gentle squeeze. He responded to her affection with a sleepy
smile. Renee happily noted that he was wearing her thong underwear.