Message-ID: <25508asstr$964609802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Steven Bockman <S_Bockman@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8llt15$ta5$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Jul 26 05:30:13 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Slut Match by S. Bockman [1 of 3] (teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral) Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25508> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: english, IceAltar 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. ** visit my site at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ for more stories! ** 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." ************************** END OF PART ONE (of three) ************************** Get the rest of this story, and more, at my web-site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ -- the lazy cup truly a place where depravity reigns www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+