This is a gift from me to my pet Hannah. But it is for all to enjoy. I want to thank Scribbler for putting my story into words better than I could. This is the story of how Hannah became my pet.
Mona
Mona felt the butterflies in her stomach as she paced back and forth. The dressing room was tiny, no more than eight feet by ten, so she couldn’t pace much and she wasn’t sure it would have done any good if she could. She raised her arms and ran a hand through her mass of auburn curls.
She wasn’t sure why she felt so anxious about this fight. After all, she’d destroyed this little bitch twice in the past. Hannah – that was the petite blonde’s name – had a big mouth but that was about the extent of her talent. At five feet two and ninety-eight pounds, she certainly wasn’t much of a threat compared to Mona’s five feet five and one thirty five. Nevertheless, Mona was anxious.
Hannah had been baiting her here in the club for a long time name, trying to goad her into another fight. Even when Mona had reminded her about the two previous times and how that had worked out for her, she hadn’t backed off. She’d just laughed in Mona’s face. “That was then. That was before you lost your edge and became a total loser.” Mona didn’t know why she hadn’t slapped the slut silly right there and then.
Actually she did know. It was because she felt there was more than a little truth in Hannah’s remarks. Mona was on a losing streak, and her status among the girls here in the club had slid a long way in recent months. There was a pecking order - they even kept an official count – and Mona had been gradually sliding down the rankings. She’d had a few wins but only against girls ranked lower than her. The sharks were beginning to gather – the girls who wanted to prey on her, beat her and humiliate her to boost their own status. She’d become a target. She desperately needed a win but couldn’t afford another loss, and the degradation that went along with it. It didn’t pay to lose here.
Things had come to a head tonight. Hannah had gotten right in her face the moment she’d arrived, backed up and egged on by a few others. Again Mona had reminded her. “Back off, you cocky little cxnt or I’ll do the same thing to you that I did the last two times…and worse.”
“Not this time…not ever again,” Hannah had replied arrogantly. She’d even had the nerve to step forward and fondle Mona’s breast, pinching her nipple through the white blouse that Mona wore knotted beneath her bosom, paired with a plaid skirt in a classic if somewhat stereotyped schoolgirl outfit. “Revenge is sweet…times two. You’re going to the principal’s office, bitch…and you’re gonna get schooled…in front of the whole school.”
It was then that it became clear to Mona. This arrogant little bitch was just what she needed. She would fight Hannah, beat her and then use her so mercilessly in front of the crowd that no-one would dare challenge her. It was the perfect solution to her problem.
She’d grabbed Hannah’s hand, tearing it away from her chest as she twisted the wrist hard. She could tell it hurt but Hannah was still smiling, happy in the knowledge that her ruse had worked, that Mona had taken the bait. She’d stepped in and hissed, “You got your wish, slut. Let’s do it, no holds barred. Winner takes the loser into the main club and uses her however she wants.”
“Oh you have no idea what you’re asking for,” laughed Hannah.
Mona growled. “You wanted this…remember that later when you’re on your knees begging for mercy, with my fist in your skanky snatch!”
So now here she was, a half hour later, pacing in the dressing room, waiting for them to call her to go fight the little blonde skank and put her in her place. She reminded herself of the same thing she’d reminded Hannah earlier. She’d beaten the bitch bad before, twice. But in that case why was Hannah so confident? What ace did the little blonde have up her sleeve?
Mona knew she couldn’t afford to think that way. She shook it off. “Third time’s the charm,” she whispered to herself. She was going to break this bitch.
The door opened and a sturdily built woman in black – one of the Dommes who ran the club – stuck her head in. “It’s time,” she said simply, and left the door open for Mona to follow her.
They were in the club’s basement, where there were a number of private rooms where members could hold fights in private, with either just the fighters present or with a small invited audience if they wanted. Sometimes fights even took place in the main club itself, upstairs. Mona had been in a few of those. She liked to fight in public. This one however, was going to play out in private, though there was a video feed in the room that would allow people upstairs to see what was going on.
Mona checked herself quickly in the mirror. Her skirt hugged her curvaceous hips and was short enough to bare the bottoms of her firm ass cheeks. The blouse did the same to her slightly rounded belly – she was no gym rat though she kept in good shape – and clung to the full swell of her bosom. She was pierced in both nipples but she’d taken the piercings out – nobody in their right mind would find with those in, unless they wanted to take some serious damage. Mona shivered at the thought.
She followed her escort out into a narrow, dimly lit passageway and around a corner. They stopped in front of a plain wooden door, which the woman opened, then stepped back and beckoned to Mona. “Good luck.”
Mona stepped through the door into a square room with bare walls except for the door through which she had entered, and a matching door opposite. There were no windows, but that was understandable since this was the basement after all. The room was maybe fifteen feet square. The walls were lined with rubber matting and the same material covered the entire floor. The ceiling was not padded but if somebody got thrown hard against that, then they had more serious problems anyway. The room was lit by four recessed fixtures in the ceiling, and two small video cameras were mounted in opposite corners. People upstairs in the club would be watching this fight from their seats – perhaps they already were.
The door clicked shut behind Mona and a few seconds later there was a matching click as the opposite door opened. Hannah – the mouthy little brat – stepped through. She was dressed in a pair of tight spandex shorts and a crop top, her streaked blonde hair loose so that it tumbled over her shoulders and partway down her back. The shorts hugged her narrow hips and the top clung to her small bust. Skinny little bitch. I’ll destroy you. The blonde’s brief outfit revealed a lot of bare flesh and it was that exposed flesh that gave Mona cause for doubt however. Muscles rippled in Hannah’s thighs as she walked further into the room and her bare abs were well-defined. The girl had been training for this – training hard.
“Gonna ruin you, little girl,” Mona sneered at her, as much to boost her own self-confidence as to erode her opponent’s.
Hannah simply smiled at her. “Not tonight, you old slut. It’s payback time…with interest.”
The door clicked shut behind Hannah. Out of the corner of her eye, Mona noticed a tiny light blink into life on top of one of the cameras up near the ceiling. Show time.
She began to circle, as did Hannah, each watching the other warily, each sizing up her opponent, waiting for the other to make the first move. The little blonde moved well, Mona noticed, walking up on the balls of her feet, balanced and ready to react to Mona if and when she made a move.
Mona didn’t make her wait long. As Hannah took another step, briefly unbalancing herself, Mona lunged forward, arms out. Caught on her off-foot, Hannah took a moment to react before she leapt backwards and threw her own arms up to block a grappling attack. By that time Mona had stepped back – her lunge had been only a feint to test her enemy’s reflexes. Fast. Very fast. But…with a little luck…not fast enough.
“Shoulda had a little more coffee, hon,” she crooned as the two continued to circle. “Might’ve woken you up a little more.”
“You’ll see just how awake I am, bitch,” Hannah hissed back at her, “when I put you to sleep in front of all of them.” She grinned. “It’s when you wake up that your nightmare is gonna begin.”
Mona leapt forward again in an identical move – another feint, or so she hoped Hannah would think. Instead of reversing her course this time however, she kept going, leaning in to slam her shoulder into the smaller woman’s chest.
Hannah didn’t give her the chance. With startling swiftness she dropped, dived forward and tucked herself into a ball, rolling in under Mona’s charge. As she came out of the roll, she lashed out with both feet and Mona found herself suddenly transformed from aggressor to victim as she impaled herself on her adversary’s bare heels. She gagged with the force of the impact, made worse by her own impetus. She barely had time to tense her own stomach muscles and fold forward over Hannah’s feet in a desperate attempt to ride the blow as her hands flew downward to clutch at her agonized abs.
The blonde wasn’t done though. She shoved even harder with her feet and before Mona even had time to feel the pain of the kick, she was flying over Hannah’s head to crash down face-first into the hard floor. Rubber matting or not, the impact made her see stars and then gasp anew as, a moment later, her chest slammed into the floor and knocked whatever breath was left out of her.
She groaned as she rolled onto her side, tears in her eyes as she grasped her gut. Damn, the little bitch is fast! Where the hell did she learn that move? She groaned even louder as Hannah, who had already gotten to her feet, sent a vicious kick stabbing into her left breast, flattening it into her chest. She rolled away, curling her body up protectively.
“Gonna destroy me, huh?” asked Hannah mockingly as she launched another kick that sent waves of agony radiating outward from Mona’s right kidney. “How’s that working out for you, bitch?”
Mona knew she was in trouble. This wasn’t going the way she had envisioned – not by a long shot. She’d accepted Hannah’s challenge because she knew she could beat the little bitch. After all, she’d done so twice before. She’d taken the bait, knowing what she was walking into, or at least thinking she did. Now it seemed she might have been wrong. This was not the Hannah she had fought in the past. This was something entirely new.
Hannah kicked her again, in the upper thigh. Mona groaned again. She could feel the insidious tendrils of demented desire, ready to wrap themselves around her. It would be only too easy to let this brat take her, dominate her, use her. Mona loved to be used and used hard – but not here, not now, not by this one. Hannah wasn’t worthy.
She rolled back toward Hannah. The fall and the kicks had loosened the knot that held her blouse and her left breast popped free, its pink peak flushed dark and hard. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist and the cool air of the room wafted around her bare loins. She held one arm across her chest, protecting her breasts, while the other shielded her crotch. That only invited another kick to her exposed belly however, and that was precisely what Hannah did.
Mona was ready for her. As her enemy’s foot slammed into her stomach, she hunched over to absorb some of the impact, tightening her abs against the blow as she brought her hands around Hannah’s ankle, grasping her leg tightly. Before Hannah could do anything more than shriek in surprise, Mona twisted savagely on the ankle. Hannah screamed again and staggered off-balance. Mona wrenched harder and, with another shriek, the blonde went down hard on her butt.
She had hardly hit the floor before Mona was upon her. Ignoring her pain, she threw herself on the smaller woman and in moments they were embroiled in a vicious catball. Hannah shrieked in pain as Mona’s nails raked her bare back and clawed her buttocks through her thin shorts. Mona roared with agonized rage as the blonde slashed at her flesh and wrenched at her tangled hair. She screamed in anguish as Hannah’s teeth closed on her bare nipple. Fists, elbows, knees and feet pounded one another as the two rolled around the floor in a violent frenzy.
As they grappled head to toe, Hannah got a hand under Mona’s rucked-up skirt, grabbed a handful of soft folds and twisted brutally. Mona howled in agony but brought her leg up and slammed a foot under Hannah’s chin, snapping her enemy’s head backward and opening up a little distance between them. She used that space to ram her knee into Hannah’s chest, then again into the smaller woman’s gut, dragging a strangled gasp from her enemy.
Rolling up astride Hannah, Mona grasped both the blonde’s ankles and jerked her legs apart. Hannah screamed again as Mona forced her legs open wide. “Wanna play that game, huh?” Mona snarled as she rose to her feet, still holding Hannah’s ankles as her adversary squirmed frantically in a vain attempt to free herself. With a curse she stomped her heel down into the blonde’s crotch and Hannah’s entire body convulsed in Mona’s grip at the savage blow.
“Scream for me, little brat!” Mona jerked on Hannah’s legs, lifting the other woman’s hips off the floor. She stomped her opponent’s belly this time and Hannah made a sound like a balloon being forcibly deflated. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in agony. Mona stomped her again. The blonde shuddered.
Hannah wasn’t finished yet however. She lashed out with both hands as Mona went to stomp her again, grasping Mona’s ankle and jerking hard. Already unbalanced, standing on only one foot, Mona let out a squeal of surprise as she toppled backward and landed on her butt. A spear of agony shot up her spine.
She knew she couldn’t give Hannah any respite – or afford herself any time to recover. Fighting through the pain, she rolled over onto her belly and pushed up onto her knees to regain her feet before Hannah could regroup.
Despite the damage Mona had just inflicted however, Hannah was faster. With a roar of pain and rage, the blonde threw herself forward, wrapping one arm around Mona’s neck, snaking the other under Mona’s right arm, her legs around Mona’s waist as she clawed brutally at the redhead’s bare chest. Mona wailed in torment, shaking herself violently from side to side to shake her enemy off, but Hannah clung to her like a limpet.
Mona fought her way doggedly to her feet, ramming her elbows backward into Hannah’s flanks, desperate to dislodge the little blonde, but at the same time terrified of losing her balance, knowing that to go down now with Hannah on her back would put her at her enemy’s mercy and the bitch could really go to town on her breasts and belly with relative impunity.
She managed to keep her balance and turned in a half circle, raking her nails down Hannah’s encircling arm in a frantic attempt to make the younger woman let go. Hannah’s grip was implacable however, but Mona was not out of ideas yet. She lunged backwards, gaining speed as she crossed the room until she slammed into the padded wall.
Hannah gave a gurgling groan as her body was crushed by Mona’s weight. Her grip on Mona’s throat faltered. Mona shoved herself off the wall and slammed herself backward again. This time the blonde’s legs uncurled from her waist, but it took a third slam and a despairing, breathless moan from Hannah before the younger woman finally slid down Mona’s to lay gasping against the wall.
Mona rounded on her and sent another savage stomp into the blonde’s belly. Hannah made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a belch as air and spittle exploded from her lungs. Mona bent at the waist, seized her enemy by the hair and jerked her bodily to her feet with a roar of rage. “You’re MINE, bitch!”
Hannah threw a punch at Mona’s face but Mona batted her arm aside and launched a back-hander of her own that sent Hannah hurtling against the wall once more. She staggered forward, still half dazed. Mona wrapped her left arm around the little blonde’s neck, ducking and thrusting her other hand between Hannah’s thighs. With a groan of exertion, pushing past her own pain and fatigue, she heaved Hannah into the air and held the struggling smaller woman across her body.
“MINE!” she snarled as she slammed herself, and Hannah too, once more into the wall, driving the remaining breath – and fight – out of the blonde’s battered body. Hannah’s struggles grew weaker and, after one more slam, ceased altogether.
“MINE!” Mona whirled, heaved again and power-bombed the blonde into the floor with devastating force. Hannah hit so hard that she bounced, but then she lay still as Mona, her own chest heaving, her limbs twitching with exhaustion, sank slowly to her knees beside her defeated enemy.
“Give…it up…bitch,” she panted, though it was all she could do to lift her arm, reach out and slap her enemy’s face. God, please give up.
The look Hannah gave her, through tear-filled eyes, had no more defiance left in it. Instead there was only pain, fear – and something else too. Hannah’s lip trembled. “No…no more,” she whispered tremulously. “I…I submit. I submit…to you...Ms…Ms Mona.”
“Damn right you do,” breathed Mona with more conviction than she felt. But the look in Hannah’s eyes sent a surge of adrenalin through her, washing away the ache in her muscles. Mona had seen that look before. She had looked that look before.
“No-one…no-one’s beaten me…three times in a row,” murmured Hannah, almost to herself.
“Until now,” Mona replied. “And remember what you agreed to. The main room…in front of the crowd.” She put some steel in her voice. “Now.” The sudden new flame of fear in Hannah’s eyes gave Mona renewed strength. She turned her gaze up to the camera near the ceiling and smiled. “Show’s not over yet, folks,” she announced with a smile. “In fact, it’s just beginning.”
She beckoned to Hannah. “Up on your knees, brat.”
Hannah rose slowly, painfully, wincing with each movement, until she knelt before Mona. Surprisingly she was still – technically speaking – fully dressed, though her top had ridden up slightly to reveal the underslopes of her breasts. Mona’s own skirt was hiked up around her waist, her crotch bare, and her blouse hung open exposing her breasts. She didn’t bother to rearrange her clothing however. Let them look. She took Hannah by the hair and led her from the room, out into the corridor. “Time for you to pay the price, little brat,” she smiled as Hannah struggled up the stairs on her knees.
The main room of the club was more crowded now than it had been when she and Hannah had been up here earlier. The word had obviously gotten around. Mona wondered how many of the onlookers had been cheering for her, and how many had wanted to see the little blonde brat humble her instead. She smiled quietly to herself. It didn’t matter now. She was going to give them a show, make an example of the bitch.
She led Hannah into the center of the room, as the audience formed a loose circle around them, several deep. Releasing her hold on Hannah’s hair, she walked a slow circle around her defeated opponent as Hannah knelt before her. “Not so hawt now, are you girl?” she taunted the blonde.
Hannah was silent, her head hanging, face half hidden by the matted curtain of her hair. “Are you?” Mona repeated, and punctuated the question with a vicious slap to the side of the blonde’s head that knocked Hannah sprawling to the floor. Are you?
The battered blonde lay there trembling. “No…no Ms.” Her voice was a quavering sob.
“Get up…on your knees again.”
Hannah clambered ponderously back to her knees, trembling before Mona’s gaze. There were a few suppressed chuckles from the watching crowd. The little blonde’s shoulders shook.
“Not as good as you thought you were, are you?” Mona scolded her. Hannah trembled. “Answer me!” Mona’s stinging slap knocked her down on her side again where she lay quietly whimpering. “Answer me!”
“Nnn…no Ms.”
“On your knees again…now.” Mona’s voice was low, even but razor-edged. Hannah jumped, and struggled back to her knees once more.
“Strip,” ordered Mona. “Take your shirt off…your shorts too.”
Hannah raised her head and looked at the encircling crowd, before her eyes came to rest on Mona again. Tears made dark tracks of mascara down her cheeks. Her lower lip quivered. She looked up beseechingly at the redhead.
“Do it.” Mona raised her hand, ready to slap the blonde again.
Hannah whimpered and flinched. “No Ms…please.” She reached up, grasped the hem of her top and drew it slowly up over her head. Dropping it to the floor beside her, she returned her hands to her sides – no, not to her sides, Mona noticed. Instead she held them behind her back, crossed at the wrists. Her shoulders were back, her chest down, her head down. Her small breasts, pert and pointed, jutted toward Mona, her nipples dark and puckered.
Mona felt a rush of elation. She knew the meaning in the girl’s posture – the unspoken message there. “Your shorts too.”
Hannah made to rise but Mona stopped her with a word. “No. Stay on your knees…where you belong.”
The blonde sank back down onto her haunches. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and wriggled them down over her narrow hips, rising just enough to shimmy them down her thighs, lifting one knee, then the other, working them downward until at last she set set them aside along with her top. Head bowed again, she resumed her previous posture, now dressed only in a brief black thong.
Mona stepped forward again, thrust her hand into Hannah’s hair and twisted the girl’s head up until her brimming eyes looked up into Mona’s face. “How many times have you fought me?” asked Mona.
“Th…three, Ms.”
“How many times have I beaten you?”
There it was, that same look – not just surrender but submission. Mona felt her heart skip a beat. They stood there, eyes locked, for a long moment. “How many times?” repeated Mona.
“Th…three. Three…Ms.”
Mona smiled. “And third time’s the charm.”
A new tear trickled down Hannah’s cheek. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”
Mona looked around her. She raised her voice. “Somebody bring me a gag…a dildo gag.” She enjoyed the tumble of emotions that passed across Hannah’s face – fear, humiliation, but also desire. Oh yes. You’re mine, little brat.
Somebody tossed Mona the gag. She snatched it out of the air. It was long, thick, made of black rubber. Mona felt her loins clench pleasurably at the sight of it. She kept her face impassive as she looked down at Hannah. “Open your mouth, girl.”
Hannah hesitated, but only for a moment, before she obediently opened her mouth wide. Mona held the back of the blonde’s head as she inserted the shaft of the dildo into Hannah’s mouth, then slid the entire length of it down Hannah’s throat. The younger woman’s eyes bulged and she gagged but there was no escape as Mona held her tight. She gagged a second time but then, with a supreme effort, held herself still, her eyes locked with Mona’s in plaintive but abject submission.
Only then did Mona ease the pressure and withdraw the dildo slowly from the blonde’s throat. The rubber glistened with Hannah’s spittle and a string of saliva hung from the tip of it to the girl’s quivering lip.
Mona turned the gag around and now she slid the short end of the gag between the blonde’s lips, seating the broad strap snugly against her mouth. She leaned forward, wrapped the ends of the strap behind Hannah’s head and fixed the Velcro fastenings firmly in place. The little blonde’s eyes were round as saucers, staring up at her over the gag.
Mona straightened up and took another step forward, until the tip of the dildo – it was a good eight inches long – nuzzled her crotch. She looked around her at the crowd. Many of them were smiling, though some – Hannah’s friends – were looking apprehensive and even aghast. She turned her gaze back to the blonde. “Third time’s the charm,” she smiled, and thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on the dildo.
The long thick shaft slid effortlessly into her. She hadn’t needed Hannah’s spittle to lube it up – not by a long shot – but she had wanted to give the little bitch a lesson. Now she let out a long moan of pleasure and exultation, throwing her head back, gripping Hannah tight by the hair and forcing the blonde’s head forward until Hannah’s nose pressed firmly against Mona’s mound.
“Mmmmm, that’s it, little brat,” she murmured, spreading her thighs just a little further, squatting a little more, until she brought her vanquished enemy’s nose into contact with her throbbing clit. She moaned even louder and began to rock back and forth, grinding herself onto Hannah’s face, thrusting the dildo deeper inside her.
She stared down into Hannah’s face and the look in those wide, tearful eyes turned her already raging lust into a full-blown inferno. She threw back her head and roared her triumph to the high ceiling. She bit her lip, trembling with desire, reveling in her victory and the total humiliation of her foe. She gasped as the first spasm shook her. Her knees almost buckled but she held herself upright with an effort, struggling to control the tremors, wanting to prolong the moment as long as she could.
That was not long however, and she felt the fierce passion growing within in, radiating outward from her burning loins as she humped herself ever more savagely onto Hannah’s face. Each forward thrust made her juices ooze out around the dildo, coating the blonde’s cheeks, dripping into her hair. The sight of her plaything, covered in her liquid lust, the wet squelching sound that accompanied each grind of her hips, all combined to take Mona ever higher toward a mind-numbing climax.
At the very last moment, battling to keep enough control to make her limbs obey her, she pulled herself backward, dragging the dildo out of her with a sopping, sucking sound. At the same time she ripped the strap loose from the back of Hannah’s head and slapped the wet shaft hard, smacking it out of the blonde’s gaping mouth and sending it skittering across the floor.
She slammed her crotch back into Hannah’s face, grinding her clit onto the brat’s mouth once more, just as the feelings became too much. With a scream of ecstasy, Mona gave herself up to her orgasm and her juices erupted into Hannah’s open mouth in a gushing torrent. She clawed at the blonde’s hair, holding Hannah tight against her, shaking like a leaf, shrieking and moaning as she came long and hard and often, filling the bitch’s mouth to overflowing.
Hannah coughed, choked and gagged which only fueled Mona’s desire even further. She clung tight to the brat’s hair to keep her from fighting free but, to her surprise, Hannah’s hands came up to grip Mona’s thighs and pull her crotch against Hannah’s face. The little blonde’s tongue speared out and drove deep inside Mona’s pussy, swirling there, lapping eagerly at her before pulling out and circling her clit.
“Oh…GAWWWDDD!!!” More than the thrill of victory, more than the physical pleasure, Hannah’s surrender – willing surrender – took Mona to heights she had seldom if ever experienced. She hunched over Hannah’s head and writhed on the little blonde’s face, her fingers scrabbling in Hannah’s hair as the smaller girl held her tight, her fingers spread wide over Mona’s buttocks, tongue lapping eagerly, hungrily at her. “YESSSSSSSSS!!!”
It was a long time before the sweet sensations ceased, before Mona’s frantically beating heart slowed to something approaching normal, before her heaving chest stopped aching and her clutching fingers ceased clutching Hannah’s head. At last, at long last, she took an unsteady step backward and stood swaying over the blonde.
Hannah stared up at her. Her lips were parted, her cheeks and chin glistening with Mona’s juices, which dripped down onto her neck and her bare breasts. Her eyes were alight. Gone was the fear now, replaced with something far different, something unmistakable even to Mona’s exhausted gaze.
Love.
The girl’s eyes brimmed still with tears, but tears of a different kind. She held Mona’s gaze for a long time, before she slowly bent her head, lowering her face until her lips pressed against the top of Mona’s bare foot.
She said only one word, clear as a bell, that rang around the silent room.
“Mistress.”
THE END
