Rachel in Control
by ImP
Rachel takes on four young men, destroys them, then sexually humiliates them with her friends.


Rachel and the other girls were getting pissed off with the boys from 
the rugby club. At first it had started off as a bit off a joke, the 
boys making jokes about the rowing girls but then it had become more 
serious with the boys referring to the girls as ‘bull dyke lesbians’ and 
worse. And it had finally come to a head when a drunken group from the 
rugby club had burst in on a rowing club meeting making it a fiasco. 

Rachel knew who the ringleader was; in fact he broadcast it. He was a 
self-important, overgrown yob called Jeremy Fox-Palmer who had only got 
to university threw money and connections and whose sole intention was 
to spend three years drinking and avoiding work. He had no worries about 
a career as he was destined for a place in his fathers merchant bank. 
His friends were much the same, rich public schoolboys too much 
concerned with drinking and sex for their own good. And they were a 
useless rugby team too! Only one win all season. 

Rachel, on the other hand, was captain of the women’s rowing club. 
Strong and handsome and six-feet tall she was dedicated to her sport and 
to her learning. She didn’t waste her time in the bar or at parties but 
was either in the gymnasium, on the river, or swotting up in the 
library. And her team was formed from the same mould; that’s why they 
formed the most successful rowing team in the university’s history. 
That’s what made the boys jealous; their failure and the girls’ success; 
and the girls lack of sexual availability to boys who ludicrously 
overestimated their own attractiveness. 

So, after the rowing club meeting fiasco, Rachel went round to Jeremy’s 
room to settle the matter. He was there with his mates and Rachel had to 
suffer more verbal abuse in a heated argument that resolved nothing. In 
the end Rachel had had enough, she issued a challenge. 

“Right. You lot” she indicated Jeremy and his three closest friends, 
“come round to my flat tonight and we’ll settle it once and for all. A 
fight between the four of you and the four of us, no holds barred. The 
winners can claim whatever they want.” 

The boys eyes lit up at the thought, Rachel and her flat-mates made up 
the coxless fours, the most successful squad in the rowing club, and 
they were also the best-looking although the boys would never admit 
this. The thought of grappling with these four beautiful Amazons and 
winning, for the idea of losing to girls was too stupid to consider, 
made them leap at the idea. 

“We’ll be round at six o’clock.” They said “And you better be ready for 
us.” 

“Oh we’ll be ready,” said Rachel, as she left the room “We’ll be ready 
all right.” 

“And we’ll bring the condoms” joked Lawrence as Rachel headed off down 
the stairs. For the boys were foolishly looking forward to a night of 
sexual domination. 

As they promised the four young men turned up at the girls flat at 6 
o’clock on the dot. The terms of the contest were quickly agreed; it was 
one-on-one with no intervention by any of the other during a fight. The 
winner would stay in the ‘ring’ until beaten. There were ‘no-holds 
barred’ and the contest would continue until all four from one side 
submitted. The boys thought that it would be a pretty quick and one-
sided contest; and they were right! 

The boys stripped down to their rugby shorts and shirts while the girls 
were dressed in their brief one-piece rowing costumes; all were bare-
footed. The boys had to admit, if only to themselves, that the girls 
were strikingly good-looking. Rachel was the tallest and most powerfully 
built at around six-foot tall and weighing eighty kilos, her long blonde 
hair tied in a neat ponytail. But the other three, Tara, Diane and 
Lucinda were only slightly smaller and no less attractive. Their lack of 
clothing made them look more formidable and self-assured. 

The ‘ring’ was formed by pushing back the furniture in the living room 
and removing those items that might break; the girls sat on a settee and 
armchair on one side while the boys sat on the floor opposite. There was 
some brief discussion of tactics on either side and then Rachel strode 
confidently to the centre. She was surprised to see that her opponent 
was not Jeremy, who had assumed the captaincy of the boys team, but 
Nigel, at twenty-one a couple of years older than Rachel slightly 
shorter but nearly two stones heavier. He smirked at her cockily and 
strode forward. 

Rachel raised her fists as if to throw a punch and as Nigel moved his 
arms to block the expected blow Rachel leapt in and drove a knee 
savagely into his midriff. The unexpected manoeuvre, and the power of 
the blow, shook Nigel and he staggered backwards grunting. Rachel lost 
no time in following up her advantage landing a juddering right fist to 
his jaw a left to his solar plexus and completed the move by stamping 
her heel down hard on his instep. Nigel sunk to his knees in shock and 
pain. Rachel moved in to finish Nigel off. She grabbed him by the hair 
and to his howls of agony hauled him back to the centre of the room. 
With his hands grabbing at Rachel’s his whole face and body was exposed, 
Rachel gave a sharp tug upward and raised Nigel off his knees then 
pushed down hard forcing his face onto her rising knee. There was an 
audible grunt from the boys, and a larger cheer from the girls as Rachel 
released Nigel, who fell senseless to the floor. He was just returning 
to consciousness as Rachel was stripping him of his shorts having 
already removed his shirt; he made no move to resist. Rachel stood over 
her naked, defeated foe and kicked his legs apart. She took aim to 
deliver a kick to his exposed groin encouraged by her friends, but at 
the last moment desisted. 

“There’ll be time for that later,” she said with a grin. “Now get over 
there. You’re our first captive.” She pointed to where the girls sat. 
Nigel staggered to his feet but Rachel swept them from under him and he 
crashed to the floor. 

“On your hands and knees boy.” Directing him on his way with a well 
directed blow to his backside. The girls swooped on Nigel and tied his 
arms behind his back with a pair of tights before using him as a 
footrest. 

“Now who’s next.” 

Jeremy pushed Russell forward into the ‘ring’, a wing three-quarter he 
was taller than Rachel by about two inches but no heavier; his attribute 
on the field was speed. But today there was nowhere to run. 

Rachel gave him a quick look up and down then formulated her plan. She 
pushed her left foot forward and raised her hand. Russell looked 
apprehensive but reckoned that it could do no harm to take her left hand 
in his right, her weaker side against his stronger one after all. No 
sooner had they locked fingers than Rachel jerked him sharply towards 
herself turning as she did, so that her shoulder smashed into Russell’s 
chest and her elbow followed up into his stomach. Russell had been 
tackled many times on the rugby field but had never been jolted like 
that before, he was quite winded. He tried to step back to recover his 
breath but Rachel still had hold of his arm which she twisted behind his 
back forcing him forwards and sweeping his legs from under him at the 
same time. 

As Russell fell towards the floor and put out his free hand to break the 
fall. Rachel just stepped over him and smashed he heel down onto it 
causing Russell to cry out in agony. Without releasing her grip on his 
right arm Rachel went down to the floor and clasped Russell in a 
powerful body scissors with her legs tightly gripped around his waist. 
Even with two free and fully capable hands he would not have been able 
to break her grip, but with one arm held behind his back, and the other 
hand swollen and useless all that he could do was to look down at 
Rachel’s long, strong, beautiful legs as they squeezed the breath out of 
him. Rachel brought this second fight to a speedy conclusion with a 
chokehold with her left arm. Russell struggled briefly but then went 
still. 

Rachel let him slump to the ground stood up and taking him by the shirt 
collar pulled the comatose boy up to her waist before delivering a 
smashing right uppercut to his jaw. Russell slumped unconscious to the 
floor and was still barely awake when she dragged his naked body to her 
colleagues his clothes disappearing towards the corner of the room. 
Russell’s arms were bound behind his back like Nigel’s and served as 
another footrest for the girls. 

Two fights, two humiliations for the boys, two tempting captives for the 
girls. 

Phil was the third of the boys to compete in the unequal fight against 
Rachel. A tall strapping forward at least three inches and twenty kilos 
heavier than her he decided on brute aggression as his tactic. He 
lumbered forward swinging punches at Rachel, but found that his opponent 
was as agile as she was strong. She slipped under his wild swings and 
caught him with a short jab to his midriff. Phil turned, and like an 
enraged bull, charged at Rachel. Once more she easily evaded his 
brawling attack while landing her own stinging punch to his face. 
Repeatedly, Phil attacked Rachel only to find that, like Muhammad Ali, 
she moved like a butterfly and stung like a bee. After some minutes he 
stood panting heavily, his arms heavy from wasted attacks, his face red 
with spent effort and Rachel’s blows. In desperation he resorted to 
kicking and swung out a right foot towards Rachel’s waist. 

Rachel saw the telegraphed kick before Phil had even thought of it. She 
stepped to one side, caught his foot as it flew harmlessly past her 
waist and helping it upwards swept away his standing foot from under 
him. Phil crashed heavily to the floor with a grunt his arms flying out 
to break the fall. Rachel stomped hard on his right hand, and then 
twice, harder, on his stomach so that he retched in agony. Rachel looked 
down at Phil as he rolled on the floor clutching his stomach and sobbing 
in agony. 

“You’re pathetic. You’re just a feeble bully. Look at you crying like a 
baby just because someone stood up to you and beat you. Well I’ve not 
finished with you yet.” As Rachel moved to stamp down again on Phil, 
Jeremy had leapt from the floor and moved to defend his friend. However, 
both Tara and Lucinda had seen him and were able to restrain him before 
he attacked Rachel. 

Rachel looked across at him with such a look of contempt that Jeremy was 
cowed. Her look showed him that what she had planned for him was much 
worse than she was inflicting on the others. 

Phil had enjoyed a brief respite while the above was going on, but brief 
it was and now it was over. Rachel stamped hard on Phil’s arms, hands 
and stomach so that he was begging her to stop – Rachel was ruthless. 

“Get up! Get up you useless, overgrown thug.” Timorously Phil rose to 
his feet, Rachel stepped forward and stepped on each instep in turn 
until he fell to the floor and sat there like a two-year-old howling in 
agony. Rachel put him out of his agony with a kick to his jaw that sent 
his head backwards and Phil fell unconscious like a sack of coal. This 
time Tara and Lucinda dashed in to strip and bind Phil and haul him off 
to join his captive mates. 

“So now it’s your turn Mr Fox-Palmer. Do you like what I’ve done to your 
friends? Do you think you’re going to enjoy what I’m going to do to you? 
I know I am. I’m going to thrash you senseless, not that that will 
require much effort. And when I’ve done that then we’re going to 
humiliate you. There’s one part of your bodies that I’ve not touched 
yet, eh. You didn’t think that your balls were going to escape without 
punishment did you? Because they’re the cause of all this problem aren’t 
they? When you leave here tonight you’ll doubt your manhood evermore.” 

Jeremy had turned green when he heard Rachel speak. At the start of the 
evening he had been full of bluster and bravado, but seeing the way his 
friends had been thrashed, and so easily, all his confidence had drained 
away. But he knew that there was no way that he could avoid the fight. 
He summoned up his last dredges of courage and advanced towards Rachel. 

“Come on Big Boy” Rachel taunted him, “you’re not scared of a girl are 
you?” Jeremy edged closer trying to think of any way to overcome this 
wonderful Amazon. Too fast for Jeremy to react Rachel swooped in on 
Jeremy, ducking under his arms she took firm hold of his shirt collar 
and shorts and lifted the 100 kilo man off the ground and over her head. 

“Put me down. Put me down. Bitch.” Jeremy’s appeal doubtless to say, was 
fruitless and only served to anger Rachel. She subjected him to an 
aeroplane spin over her head before crashing him down on his back. 
Jeremy’s arms and legs splayed out in a vain attempt to reduce the 
impact, but then almost immediately Rachel had lifted him over her head 
again and after another spin crashed him to the floor a second time. On 
the third occasion she brought him down, face first onto her knee which 
rose to thud into his midriff. Jeremy slumped helpless and barely 
conscious to the floor. 

Rachel kicked him onto his face and taking his feet in her hands forced 
his legs into a ‘figure-of-four’ wrestling hold. And then pushed down. 
The hold caused Jeremy to wail in agony as the ligaments of his ankles 
and knees were stretched almost to breaking point. Rachel then repeated 
the treatment on his arms until they lay useless by his side. 

Rachel stood up and kicked Jeremy onto his back. He stared up at her 
with glassy eyes that only gave an inkling of the terror he felt. 

Rachel sat down on his chest, positioned herself carefully, then 
delivered half-a-dozen savage punches to his stomach. She got up and 
looked down at him, gave a brief, tight-lipped smile then settled 
herself back on his chest now towards his face. With meticulous savagery 
she peppered his face with a series of stinging blows, not quite hard 
enough to knock him out, but designed to cause maximum hurt. When she 
had finished his eyes were red and swollen and blood seeped from his 
lips and nose. 

Rachel quickly stripped him naked and sent his discarded clothes to the 
corner with the rest of them. Then she stood with her foot resting on 
his chest and surveyed the damage she had caused. Four big, strong young 
men had been savagely destroyed in unarmed combat, their nude bodies lay 
helpless beneath the feet of her friends. 

“Right girls, let the entertainment begin. Get your weapons.” To hoots 
and cheers the girls ran about gathering a weapon to chastise the men 
further. Diane chose a belt, and dragged Nigel to one side; Lucinda 
picked up a trainer and Phil, Tara returned with a cane plant stake, and 
dragged Russell to one side, while Rachel settled for her bare hands and 
Jeremy. 

For the next ten minutes or so the girls set to on the boys backsides. 
At first all that could be heard was the thwack on the boys flesh as 
they struggled to retain some self-respect and not burst into tears. But 
after a few minutes the pain, and shame, of it all was too much for them 
and one-by-one they were reduced to tears until they were all blubbering 
like babies. 

“Naughty boys must be punished,” said Rachel to the sobbing mass that 
was Jeremy as he lay across her lap. “And you have been very naughty 
boys indeed.” She added as the spanking and beatings continued until the 
boys’ backsides were red and raw. 

“Oh look girls. Jeremy must be enjoying this; he’s growing hard.” She 
rolled him over on her lap that Jeremy was indeed, to his own 
incredulity, developing a substantial hard-on. 

“Well girls I think we’ve done enough work for the time being. It’s time 
for the boys to give us some pleasure.” Rachel said as she pushed Jeremy 
to the floor. “Let’s show the boys what they been waiting for.” 

At that the girls pulled the boys to the centre of the room and arranged 
them in a semi-circle. Then standing in front of them the slowly and 
sexily removed their costumes so that they stood completely naked in 
front of their captives. They were magnificent, there was no better word 
to describe them. Each girl a perfect specimen of athletically honed 
flesh from the tips of their perfect toes to the locks of their hair 
nothing could be improved upon. Even in their exhausted and battered 
state the boys couldn’t help but admire them and sexually respond to 
them, especially when they looked at the girls perfectly shaven pussies. 

But they didn’t have much time to admire the view for the girls 
immediately sat down on the boys faces. 

“Come on now. Lick! Otherwise it will be the worse for you.” The boys 
didn’t even consider refusing and stretched out their tongues to pay 
ultimate homage to their betters. It wasn’t long, however, before the 
girls tired of being docile and went back onto the offensive grinding 
their pussies into the boys’ faces until their juices were flowing and 
drenching the boys’ faces. 

When the girls were quite satisfied Rachel sat back and called across to 
the others, 

“I think it’s time we milked them, girls. As their prime vanquisher I 
shall have the honour to do it first. Lucy go and bring in your 
vibrator, and some baby oil.” Lucinda dashed off and returned in an 
instant brandishing the vibrator. 

“I’ve brought an extra set of batteries too.” 

“I hope they’re Long Life ones,” added Tara “we may be some time yet.” 

Rachel pulled Jeremy back to the settee and sat down positioning Jeremy 
between her legs so that his head and shoulders were on the floor and 
his legs splayed on either side of her arms. She moved his bottom so 
that his anus was completely exposed to her gaze, and hands. 

“Kiss my feet!” She ordered thrusting her feet into his face. “Kiss the 
feet of your destroyer. Kiss the feet of the Superior Sex.” Jeremy’s 
kisses were feeble but mute acknowledgement of Rachel’s superiority. She 
moved her feet across his face then thrust first one big toe then the 
other into his face and stretched his mouth into a grimace. 

“Smile. That’s a good boy. Now look at me while I milk you. Don’t take 
your eyes off me.” 

Rachel picked up the vibrator, liberally covered it in baby oil, and 
slowly moved it around the base of Jeremy’s hardening cock. She brought 
him to full hardness then grasping his cock in her left hand she moved 
the vibrator to the entry to his anus. And slowly pushed it in. Slowly 
and steadily she massaged his cock to the point of eruption, then 
stemmed the flow. Again and again Rachel pushed Jeremy to the edge and 
held back; she demonstrated a mastery quite as startling as her 
strength, particularly in one so young. And when she saw that Jeremy 
could hold back no longer she milked him sending his ejaculation in long 
streaks over his chest and face. And she continued milking him, 
squeezing his balls, until he was quite dry, all the while maintaining 
the vibrator up his arse. She looked down at him briefly then pushed him 
away. 

“Bring me the next one.” Phil was dragged into place. He looked up at 
Rachel with tears in his eyes. The look of a child about to be punished 
by their mother for some serious misdemeanour fearing the punishment yet 
knowing that it was justified. But Rachel was about to treat him in a 
way that no mother would ever treat their, or anyone else’s child. Like 
Jeremy he was forced to kiss Rachel’s feet; those very same feet that 
had destroyed him in their fight, the feet that had stamped on him and 
crushed his hands, and his spirit. Now he was worshipping them in his 
abject surrender. 

And as he lay on the ground Rachel anally penetrated him with the 
vibrator and milked his cock and balls in the same clinical fashion as 
she had done with Jeremy. 

Next followed Russell, and finally Nigel until all the boys had had 
their manhoods stripped away from them. They lay spread-eagled on the 
floor exhausted and destroyed. But the girls hadn’t finished with them 
yet, Rachel may have milked them but they all wanted a turn. And for the 
rest of the evening and late into the night the girls used all their 
techniques to masturbate the boys just using their hands their feet, and 
their vibrators. 

Finally after the girls had milked the boys dry time and again until 
they couldn’t get an erection Rachel called a halt to the entertainment. 

“They’re no use to use anymore. Let’s throw them out so we can get some 
sleep. We’ll just give them a leaving present to remind them of us.” At 
which she pulled Nigel’s legs apart and delivered two hard kicks to his 
balls. The girls followed suit with the other boys so that they lay 
retching on the floor. 

The girls put the boys money and valuables into a plastic bag and threw 
it, and the boys out of the door. 

“You can come back and collect your clothes any time you want to take us 
on again.” They called after them. 

In time the boys recovered from their injuries, but they never recovered 
their self-respect. Nor their clothes. 

The End