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Subject: {ASSM} Slut Match by S. Bockman [1 of 3] (teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral)
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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read
if it's illegal for you to view adult content where
you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is
entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does
not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if
he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened
and appalled.
**
Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this
story to be distributed, as long as the text is
unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail
address (S_Bockman@Hotmail.com) appears somewhere in
the document.
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Slut Match (part 1 of 3)
a short tale from the lazy cup
by S. Bockman
(teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral)
When Joy got to the Lazy Cup the sun was just
beginning to set. Pulling into a spot at the far end
of the lot, she stared across the street. A group of
five teenagers were standing there, casually looking
her way. The largest of the teens she recognized as
her friend Terrance. Put at ease by his presence, Joy
killed the engine and headed towards them.
Terrance stepped towards her. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," she replied. She glanced at the other
four. "Is she here yet?"
He looked over at one of the four, a stout guy
wearing a varsity jacket, who was staring at them
coldly. Finally, his hands shoved deep within his Fubu
shorts' pockets Terrance replied, "She went ahead. You
ready?"
Joy nodded.
"You `eard her... move!" Terrance bellowed.
With dirty looks the four teens began across the
field of tall yellow grass. When they were a good
twenty paces ahead Terrance and Joy followed.
"You're gonna get your ass kicked," she told
Terrance softly.
"I'm not afraid of them white-boys," Terrance
spat. "I'm more worried about you and that prepped-up
bitch."
Joy gave him a side-long glare, but inside she
was taking his words to heart. After all she was on
her way to a fight she wasn't sure she could win.
"That cunt better be there," she declared
bravely.
Terrance put his arm around her and hugged her
small body to his. "She is, count on it."
They walked in silence. After reaching the edge
of the woods he said, "It ain't too late."
It was good to have a friend like Terrance, Joy
thought. Not only was he tough and imposing enough to
keep the creeps away at parties, but he understood her
better than anyone. He knew she was anxious about the
fight. But somehow Joy was embarrassed by him. He was
always worrying about her, trying to protect her,
sticking up for her. This fight, she thought, might
just change all that. He might actually begin to see
her as an equal instead of like a little sister.
Then he might, just possibly, want her as more
than just a friend. She shuddered delightfully at the
thought.
Ever since they'd met the year before when Joy
entered Churchill High as a freshman she'd had a crush
on him. At first she'd thought the older teen felt the
same way from the glances he gave her whenever they
met. It wasn't long, however, before she realized he
saw her more as a helpless damsel than a romantic
interest.
Finally, after a five minute walk, she could see
a fire burning down the trail.
"That's `em," Terrance nodded.
"Anyone else friendly here?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Angie and Dean never came."
They walked the rest of the way to the clearing
in silence.
Joy thought on how the events of the last week
had led up to this. It had all started with a rumor
going on around school about a cheerleader named
Erica. Supposedly, Erica had been caught muff-diving
with a freshman named Liz at a prep-party over the
previous weekend. Liz, a JV cheerleader, was the first
to accuse Joy.
Joy didn't understand why the freshman hated her
so much. They'd never even really talked, except for a
couple times during gym-class. And yet the younger
girl had spread it around that Joy was making stories
up about her and Erica. Finally, the day before during
lunch Erica, Liz, and a group of football jocks had
come to her table and started cussing her out.
Of course, Joy knew she was innocent. She could
care less about the going-ons of a bunch of preps. But
when Erica formally accused her at lunch she also
threw in a few insults which could not be ignored,
including one which involved Terrance and a supposed
orgy she'd starred in behind the bleachers during a
pep-rally.
For Joy that had been it. It was one thing to
insult her, another to drag her friends in. And so Joy
had sunk to the prep's level and hurled back a slew of
venomous remarks regarding Erica's alleged dykish
liaisons.
A fight would have broken out right then and
there had the would-be combatants not been restrained
by their respective friends. Demanding a rematch in a
fit of rage Joy had called out, "FRIDAY! THE
CLEARING!"
And so it was. Friday had passed all too quickly,
Joy trying hard to avoid seeing her new enemy. It
didn't work. At one point during the day she'd been
tripped by Liz in the hallway; during fifth hour
Erica's boyfriend David made obscene gestures at her.
In retaliation "someone" had scrawled the words "CUNT
EATER" across both Liz and Erica's lockers. Although
touched by Terrance's loyalty, Angie knew his graffiti
had ruined any hope of a peaceful ending to the
situation.
Not that Joy trembled in fear at the idea of a
fight. She'd been in several in her life and had
always come out on top. But this time was different.
Erica wasn't a druggie with an attitude problem, nor
was she a drunk at a party. Instead she was an
incredibly popular senior with lots of friends and
allies. Also, Erica was in great physical shape--she
was easily stronger than Joy--and had a reputation as a
fierce competitor, be it on the tennis court or beauty
pageant.
Losing was Joy's greatest fear. In her entire
life she'd never truly lost at anything--but then
again, she'd rarely competed. It was probably this
fear of failure which prevented her from really
succeeding at anything. But she was resolved this
night, where she was being forced to compete for the
highest stakes, to prove her mettle. To herself, to
her friends, but especially to Terrance. She wouldn't
have him fearing for her any longer.
"Well, there she is," came Liz's easily
recognizable voice. "Looks like I owe you twenty
bucks, `ere!"
Around the small fire in the center of the
clearing stood a sizeable group. Directly in front of
the fire were the shapes of Liz and Erica silhouetted
by the flames' warm glow. Joy looked around nervously,
not seeing a single friendly face.
"You can still back out," Terrance whispered to
her.
She brushed him away. "That you, Lezzy?" she
called out loudly, purposely messing up the freshman's
name.
"That's right," came back her snooty voice.
"Bitch," Joy grumbled.
A general stir went through the audience as Liz
stepped forward angrily only to be restrained by
Erica. "I'm the one you're fighting, cunt-licker!" the
senior growled.
The crowd murmured their agreement.
"Then let's go, twat!" Joy challenged. She took
another step towards her adversary.
She could feel herself falling helplessly towards
the point of no return.
A circle began to form around the two girls as
they squared off. Joy kept an eye on Terrance, trying
to reassure him with her feigned confidence.
"Where're all your friends?" Erica mocked.
"I don't need anyone's help to kick your ass,
bitch!"
"What about the nigger?" she asked sarcastically,
pointing at Terrance. "He your pimp or something?"
Joy roared in anger and lunged at her opponent,
who easily stepped aside sending Joy sprawling to the
dirt. Everyone laughed. She jumped up quickly and
brushed herself off, trying to remain calm.
Erica seemed even more emboldened by this outward
success. "Aw, you get dirt in your clothes? How
terrible!"
Joy wanted nothing better than to wipe the smirk
off of Erica's pretty face, but kept her anger in
check. "At least," she panted, "I don't need designer
clothes to look good!"
It was a pretty lame comment, and Joy knew it.
Erica was actually quite stunning. She had a decked-
out body, long golden hair, and big perky tits. The
idea that she'd need anything to look good was
laughable.
"You don't wear designer clothes `cause you can't
afford them!" Erica spat. Raising her voice so
everyone could hear she asked, "Does your mom get even
minimum wage whoring herself out, or does she just do
it for fun?"
Joy could no longer restrain herself. She'd been
trying to live down her mom's now famous arrest since
it occurred the year before, and Erica's comment
struck too close to home.
Jumping forward Joy hurled a sloppy punch at
Erica's left eye and managed to strike a grazing blow.
With the initiative hers, Joy grabbed Erica by the
hair and threw her small body at the larger girl,
bringing them both crashing into the ground.
A rolling melee ensued as Joy tugged at the
cheerleader's hair and Erica screamed bloody murder.
The crowd began cheering the girls on, though it was
unclear who was winning.
Joy knew she had the upper hand and took full
advantage of it. With her left hand she began pounding
Erica's chest, her large breasts jiggling with each
impact. Joy was growling in rage.
Suddenly Erica managed to slip out from under her
and land a forceful blow on the younger teen's jaw.
She went reeling backwards, splintering pain
resonating through her head and neck. Before she could
recover Erica had pounced on top of her, screaming
obscenities and clawing at Joy's face.
"BITCH! CUNT! SLUT!" Erica growled.
A roar of approval went through the crowd. There
were about twenty people watching, gathering in closer
to get a better look.
With her arms raised defensively over her face
Joy kicked upwards at her assailant. It was enough to
dislodge her, and Joy rolled over and jumped swiftly
to her feet. Erica was standing again too, her long
hair terribly disheveled and her designer clothes
streaked with dirt-stains. She was brushing her hands
together and staring coldly at Joy.
"Fucking tramp," she said. "Look at my clothes!"
Joy ignored her. The blood was raging in her ears
as she lost herself to the combat. Somewhere deep
inside she felt somehow perfectly at ease in all this
and, strangely, even a little bit turned on. She tried
to ignore the stirrings in her loins but it was
futile--she got turned on by the weirdest things, she
knew, and this was just another one of them.
Concentrate, concentrate, she thought to herself.
Use it...
Bringing her arousal to the fore she channeled it
into her next assault. Feigning to the right she
suddenly swung around with a hard punch at Erica's
left breast, spinning the cheerleader in her stance so
that her side was now fully exposed. Grabbing her by
the waist Joy once again brought her down into the
dirt.
She was gleeful now, truly enjoying this dominant
position. She was going to win! She let loose a hail
of blows on Erica's helpless body, concentrating maybe
too much on her large meaty globes. She had the
cheerleader pinned with her legs and Erica flailed
about helplessly.
And then, without warning, Erica's arms escaped
the younger teens hold and came up to box her ears.
Joy gasped at the shock as her hearing left her,
stabbing pain resonating throughout her head.
Disoriented now she was easily pushed away, Erica's
hands shoving hard at Joy's small chest.
She landed on her butt and scooted away, eyes
welling with tears from the ringing in her head. Erica
was standing above her and the crowd was jeering at
her viciously, when Erica suddenly gave Joy a full
kick in the throat.
Losing her precarious balance Joy collapsed into
the dusty earth, all too aware of her sudden reversal
of fortune. Her hands clasped to her ears, she cried
out when another kick landed squarely in the pit of
her stomach. She winced.
I'm fucked, she thought.
A kick in her side made her cry out again, this
time a more guttural sound as her mind filled with
depraved thoughts. How is this? she wondered. How can
this pain possibly feel good?
She had fought hard, of course, but now that she
was losing her heart had switched over to embrace
defeat. It occurred to her that she often did that--if
she wanted it, after all, it wasn't really a loss, was
it?
She shook away the unwanted feelings and
concentrated on saving herself. It was pointless.
Erica had her now completely at her mercy, and she
knew it. Every time the younger girl moved she was
punished with another kick from one of Erica's long
shapely legs.
"Fucking BITCH!" Erica heaved, kicking her again.
"White-trash piece of SHIT!"
And then the blows finally ceased, the only
sounds in the clearing Erica's ragged breathing and
Joy's piteous sobs. She was surprised to hear herself
crying-- was the pain really that bad? But then her
shocked mind began to comprehend the beating she'd
just received, and the terrible pain returned to her
body.
She'd just lost, and she knew it. She'd lost in
front of Terrance, in front of her classmates. Deep
inside she began letting go...
"Yeah!" whooped Liz in celebration. "You show
her, `ere!"
Erica stood menacingly over her prey, smiling
maliciously. A burst of laughter emanated from the
crowd when she spit triumphantly onto Joy's crumpled
form.
"Where's you dirty mouth now, slut?"
"Terrance...," Joy whimpered, struggling weakly to
sit up.
"He's not gonna help you," Erica sneered. "Look!"
Joy stared in horror past Erica where Terrance's
unmoving body laid sprawled on the ground.
"TERRANCE!" she shrieked.
Erica knelt before her and grabbed her hair.
"He's unconscious and has been, cunt! We didn't want
him ruining our fun!"
Joy stared at her frightfully through bleary
eyes. "Wh--what'd you do..."
She saw Erica's boyfriend, David, step forward.
He held a bottle of some kind in one hand and a rag in
the other.
Erica looked into Joy's woeful eyes. "No, he's
not dead, but he won't be waking for a while!" She let
go of her hair and stood again. "I promised," she
addressed the crowd, "a show, didn't I?"
They all whooped and applauded.
"I'm gonna teach this cunt what happens when you
talk shit about us! Anyone wanna watch!"
"Yeah!" a couple people cried.
"Show the bitch!" yelled another.
"Fucking freak-bitch deserves it!"
Joy didn't understand what was happening. She'd
just lost a fight, right? Shouldn't the crowd be
dispersing? Again she tried to stand.
Erica easily pushed her back over. Joy heard her
say something to Liz, then a second later felt her
wrists grabbed from behind. She struggled futilely.
"Bind `em," Erica demanded.
Joy felt Liz began wrapping a cord of some kind
around her wrists. Panic began to swell within her and
she blubbered something incoherently.
"Lemme go, please, why... AHHH!"
Liz giggled as she pulled the wire-cord as tight
as she could, watching it dig painfully into the skin
of Joy's wrists. Finally finished, she let go and
stood.
Erica nudged Joy with her foot until she was on
her back staring wide-eyed up at her. "Okay, cunt.
You're about to learn a painful lesson in good
manners."
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END OF PART ONE (of three)
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