[peccavi]

    "Hiyas Peccavi, how are you, not as sore as you were a few weeks ago? But oh I forgot, you and all your little gang of cronies were in fights a fortnight or so ago. And I hear all of you got beaten. Hey I even saw what Judy put on the net. Big bad Jenn; such a slut."

    "Can it bitch". It was that Roslyn bitch, that friend of Candy.

    But somehow she knew me. "Such tough words! I'll bet you’re not this tough if Candy were here. "

    "Shut it, you’re spoiling my night."

    "Just like Candy did at the gym that evening." She tittered, "Candy isn’t here tonight. Is that why you and your" the bitch paused "sluts are here. Oh wait till Candy sees you again. Big bad Jenn. Big bad bully Jenn. Got what was coming to her". She waltzed off giggling.

    "What are you going to do Jenn?" Jade asked
     
    "Shut it Jade. Just be quiet" I glared at the girls around the table. "Don't ask such stupid questions all the time." I had no idea what I was going to do. And Jade Rita and Becky knew that. They glanced at each other, they started whispering. Deep down they didn't like me, they only feared and respected me and wanted to be my friends because I was tough and looked powerful. And of course because I looked after them.

    It is human nature to be attracted to self-confident successful people. Look at Bill Clinton- how many girls did he have? They flocked to him.  Not just girls either. Everyone wanted to meet him,. As people always flock to the rich or famous. Well maybe not all I don’t see many people flocking to George W- Anyway most famous or rich people have that aura- its success. And I had my own, -tough, strong, bullying Jenn, a Domme Bitch. But it was all slipping away.

    Another loss would break it all up and I would have no one to talk to, no one who wanted to be with me and it would be like it had been when I started high school. Then I was lonely, friendless and mocked by everyone around. I was so frightened.. But I had to hide that fear from these girls. I ground my teeth.

    This total disaster had started a couple of months ago. There was this new girl at the pool and the gym. About my age, built like a model with long blonde hair, the tiniest waist, lovely big tits- but nothing out of proportion and a great ass. She had a stupid name- Candy. But it suited her. She was eye candy. All the boys drooled over her. I couldn’t stand the bitch. And that wasn’t just because she was so good looking though she was, and of course I couldn’t measure up to her. But it was more then the envy I have so often felt for pretty women. She was in the way. Every where I went she was there. If I wanted to lap the pool she was there first. If I wanted to pump weights she was in the way. And wherever she went she had the guys hanging off her.

    I couldn’t help bad mouthing the bimbo. She deserved it. She flirted with every guy in sight, and they lapped it up. So much so she kept causing fights between them. Someone like that should be brought into line.

    And she did not have a good word to say about any of my friends. No not Ms Bitch Candy who insulted poor Yvonne  the mail clerk from work who I had got along to the pool because she lacked so much confidence. I hoped that getting out might be good for her. But Candy just sent her right back into her shell. Rita who saw it all said it was a misunderstanding that Yvonne and I took Candy's comment the wrong way.

    I knew better. Candy was always bickering with my friends and she treated the staff at the gym like her personal servants. The thing was that the stupid staff seemed to like her. Sure she was polite and asked after their families but that was only crawling to them to get what she wanted. And the fools didn’t realise it. They fell for her trick and did whatever she asked. I was always polite too, and kind to the staff, I helped them with their chores sometimes. But no one did favours for me.

    But they did for Candy. She just was that sort of person. Almost everyone seemed to like her. And that just infuriated me. I had to work so hard to try to make people even talk to me -plain plump stammering Jenn but this bitch had it all. Like I say I always have to do so much more then others just to get to the starting line with them.

    And what was more I was sure she was a subbie. She was just waiting to be broken. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did. And I was going to break her and make her my bitch. I was going to fight her, beat her and make her submit to me. Then she would know who was boss. Then she wouldn’t be in my way. Then she would be slutting herself for me. I was wet every time I thought about it. I could see her squirming and begging me to stop slapping her ass but wanting me to go on and on and then opening her legs and squealing while I worked her over with some toys.

    And I just knew that everything she had done she had for one purpose: to make me fight her. She wanted to lose to me. She was rude to my friends, like Yvonne knowing I would be wild because I needed to protect my girls. She flaunted her body knowing how much I hated girls who did that- because I knew how plain I was. She was always in my way because she wanted to bug me.

    She sought attention, just like a bad kid is bad because he knows he will get attention.

    Subbies do that. Like Julia did when she went away on that business trip, forever phoning me and texting me and wanting me to reassure her.

    And then it had happened! One day I had finished a long swim and was changing. I was tired, my muscles ached. But it was a good sort of tired, the sort of ache you like to have. Because you know you have achieved something. And in walked Ms Blonde Bitch Candy herself. "Hey you, Peccavi! What's this shit you keep telling everyone about me?" She flounced up to me standing only a few inches away.

    "What do you mean, I hardly know you."

    "That's right bitch" she snapped back "So why are you gossiping, being catty behind my back. You have no right, no one does."

    "Oh so no one can talk about you, you got some special privilege to do what you like and no one can challenge it? Go take a cold shower. Anyway I got better things to talk about- as if I spend my time talking about what you do"

    "Listen bitch. I know what you've been saying. I know you've been spreading rumours. . Telling people I sleep around ."

    "Just stating facts" I couldn’t resist.

    The bitch turned red. "I've had enough of you. " she slapped my cheek

    I could  see that coming. She was so angry. Her pretty face was so red so screwed up with rage. It was all how I expected, she wanted a fight but she wouldn’t fight too hard. She wanted me to beat her. And I would. I had the perfect answer to her weak childish slap. I sank my knee right into her tummy.

    "Ooof" she groaned as the air rushed from her lungs.

    Confidently I moved in on her. "Not so clever babe?" I launched a punch at her tit and another at her tummy. The old one-two tactic. If one failed the other would succeed. And the tit punch worked. she groaned in pain and staggered back. This was the way it was meant to be!

     

    I followed with more punches. But this time the slut avoided me. She was faster on her feet. She launched a punch to my tummy which I dodged but in doing so walked straight into her own straight jab at my face. My head rocked back. I saw stars. She followed up with more punches. they hit. She dodged most of mine.

    Suddenly she was back in the fight. I was surprised. I closed on her so she couldn’t avoid me. Grabbing her round the waist I tried to wrestle her to the floor. She stepped back and back again. I just about had her when she slapped both her hands over my ears. Stunned, my head ringing I staggered back. She pressed her advantage with repeated punches. Her punches were faster then mine. Somehow they landed better then mine, they seemed to have more force and do more damage.

     

    She left her tummy open. I launched another kick and connected my knee again. She groaned and dropped back. I had bought myself some time. We stood circling each other for a minute or so. She swept in with her punches. I knew she was winning with those moves so ignoring the pain I closed on her. Wrapping my arms round her waist I pushed and twisted her body to the side forcing her to the floor. I came down on top of her. She groaned as she hit the hard cement.


    She had raised her knee slamming it in my belly as I came down. I grunted with pain and rolled to one side. We both lay there for a moment: her in pain from the fall and me almost winded. I got to my knees before she did and shuffled over hoping to pin her before she got up. She rolled away. We both got to our feet. She came at me with her fists raised but more warily now and slower. She started punching me and again her blows fell fast. Again I couldn’t reply properly. She was still faster and lighter. Her punches told on me. I started to gasp for air. My body ached.


    After a few minutes of her winning this punching battle and dodging every effort I made to close on her I saw and felt her left arm was weaker. She must have hurt it in the fall. I grabbed it and tried to twist it behind her back. She turned with my move. I brought my knee up again. It landed squarely in her belly. She almost dropped to the ground. She kicked out at my shins.  I avoided it but my grip on her arm loosened. She squirmed, tugged and broke free. Again I was dominating the fight.

     

    She took her stance again slanting her body so her left was away from me. She kept punching hard with her right and dodging, ducking and weaving to avoid my own. I couldn’t take much more of her punches. She would smash me in a fistfight. Already my breath was laboured, already my face was flushed and -as I saw when I glanced in the mirrors - glowing with sweat, already I was tiring. I needed to beat her fast. I knew I could if I closed on her. I stepped in as if to punch and copped two heavy blows to my tits. I groaned but moved in closer clapping my hands over her ears. She staggered back, disorientated. The move had worked. Swiftly I pushed my advantage. I closed on her pummelling her sides, not giving her the room to dance and dodge my punches. I was heavier, if my blows hit home they would do more damage. But what I wanted her to do was to back away. And she did. I closed again, snaking my leg behind hers. I pushed forward slamming my body into her. She staggered and almost lost her balance. I slammed my elbow into her face. She moaned. It was such a good sound.

    I moved in again. Grabbing her blonde hair I tried to swing her head down onto my raised knee.


    Fuck" I screamed in agonised surprise as her knee sank into my gut.

     

    Completely unready and poorly balanced on only one leg I let go of her and staggered back crashing into the changing room bench.

    Puffing for breath, groaning in pain, I got up. "Belly" the bitch hissed and slammed a hard punch in my belly. I spluttered, more winded then ever.

    "Face" she went on and slammed one into my jaw. My head rocked back.

    "Left tit" she almost chuckled and again her punch went where she said. The bitch was using me as a punching bag and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t retreat and trade space for time for I was pressed against the bench. I tried to defend myself. That only slowed the punishment. She still dished it out. I tried to come forward, to charge her, to tackle her but she dodged me. At least that stopped her punches for a moment.

     

    I turned back to my foe. I knew I needed to get her down. I tried to move in on her, my arms flailing. I had to break away from the bench, I had to get some room. The fight turned to shit. She kneed me in the gut. I spluttered doubled up moaning. She grabbed my hair, hauling me upright before shoving me back onto the change bench. My knees buckled, I couldn’t stand upright. The bitch was onto me pounding me as I crumpled up. I saw her get up on the bench. I screamed in agony as her foot stomped on my belly.


    "Jenn, Jenn are you still here? Or is your mind wandering? " Rita's question brought me back to the present. "You are so quiet. Are you all right?.

     

    "Yes of course I am alright." I snapped at her. "And my mind doesn’t wander!"

    "Well what are you going to do? I went to the bar and everyone was jeering at you, saying you’ve lost it, talking about how you and Cassie, Jade and Erin all got totally wiped out in those fights at the club a few weeks ago."

    "Shut it Rita. I don’t want to hear about it. I don’t need my friends telling me that shit"

    I heard Rita gasp and looked up. I almost felt sorry. She was the nearest thing I thought I had to being a true friend, the rest of the group of girls were all subbies, all sweet bits of fluff. That cow Amy had called them my playthings. That was not true but they weren't friends like Rita, I had to be tough and strong, to bear their problems and never show my hurts to them. Be big sister, mother and girl friend all at the same time. They almost worshipped me .And they squealed and sighed and moaned when I touched them. It was worth it! And I had thought this Candy would be like them.


    Rita was different. I could relax with her. And now I was pushing her away. I had to win her back. I half smiled at her. "Rita, I am going to the bar, I'll get you and Jade and Erin a drink. I won’t stand the shit that crowd over there go on with. They might talk like you say they do -they might behind my back but they wont when I am there."


    I was wrong. Roslyn was at the bar. She sxxxxxxxed "well at least you’re dressed today Jenn Peccavi, and you’re upright too more then I can say when I saw you last- stripped, flat on your back with Candy's foot on your fat belly "


    "Yeah it hasn't been her month" chuckled some guy "this is the same Jenn my friends were telling me about - the porno star?"

     

    Yet again I ground my teeth and clenched my fists. Powerless. I didn’t want to fight, I 'd lost so much confidence. I never fought for the hell of it. There had always been a reason. Even when -years ago when I was just 22 or so -I went ring fighting. Then we needed the money. Mostly fighting had been my way of solving problems. Sometimes I did it to let out tension or anger.

     

    Usually it was my way of getting my way -and that might be to protect some girl I looked after, or it might be getting money or power. Or I fought to show some bitch who was boss. Now my anger was bottled up. For the first time I was almost scared of what someone might do to me. I didn't know what to do. I itched to fight someone almost anyone to show I wasn't scared, that they were not better then me, that I was someone important, but if I lost again people would say I was just yesterday's trash and ignore me.

    Once again I thought blankly about what made people attractive. Candy had it, the pretty cheerleader look. All the cheerleaders at school had been popular. They were successful, sure it might be a short-term success but while they were successful they were liked. Same with the footballers. And the only success I had was in fighting or in studying- and in my studies I was so far behind the rest that it was never going to amount to much. Who cared about junior college diplomas. It’s not like a Doctorate from Yale or Harvard.

    So I was amazed when Roslyn turned on the guy "That’s enough, don’t knock Jenn. OK she lost a fight...well a few. It happens to us all from time to time. At least if we fight like Jenn does."

    "Damn bitch" I muttered under my breath "Stop patronising me." But even I had to admit she was being almost friendly, supportive.
     
    "Yeah but we don’t all get gangbanged. No only a slut like Peccavi here’ sneered the guy’s girlfriend, a redhead with freckles and a top that showed all her cleavage.  From the way she had been drinking- I had seen her earlier- and the way she was pawing the guy now I was sure she was going to get a royal fucking that night and if the guy had a few of his friends around then the redhead would get a gang banging too. She looked like she would like one.

    Roslyn rounded on the speaker. "I am sure Jenn can flatten you and if she doesn’t I can pick up the pieces she leaves." She turned to me and went on "Don’t mind her Jenn, she's nothing. Look I am sorry, I see I've started something here. Would you like to come out for a drink tomorrow at the Phoenix club with me and a few girls from gym."
     
    I stood there like a fool my mouth gaping. I had never expected Roslyn to stand up for me, let alone inviting me out for a drink. True I didn’t like the Phoenix , too trendy, too full of wannabes and the drinks were way too expensive. But, she was inviting me out.

    "Well Jenn what you say?"

    "Thank you" I finally blurted out. "I’d love to come."

     

    "See you then. Now" she turned back to her circle, "leave Jenn alone. And I gotta go places, catchya laters."

    I walked back to my table still shaking my head.

     

[peccavi]

    By 9.00 pm the next night I was regretting going to the Phoenix . The band was the wrong sort of music and way too loud. The food was crap and overpriced. And I couldn’t work out why Roslyn had invited me. She hardly spoke to me and her friends were just as rude. But at least there was something to drink and Roslyn and her friends were buying.

    I got stuck into the booze a bit -not enough to get drunk -I could always handle liquor well - but enough to be almost happy again when I saw that bitch Candy walk past.

     

    "Hey Candy!" Roslyn sang out loudly.

    " Fuck have I been set up!" The whole night was a trap and it had just been sprung.

    The big titted blonde slut swaggered over slowly. smirking. " hey Ros, how are you? Whose your little friend?"

    " All my confidence drained away, it was like my first days in high school all over again. I was scared shitless and felt sick. All these people were ganging up on me. "Candy please I don’t want any trouble, just let me alone I want to go

    Roslyn giggled "so the big bully is scared is she? you fat whore!"

    Hey leave me be I don’t want trouble. " suddenly I thought of how Yvonne had come to me that night after that slut Patricia had beaten her up and scrawled a challenge to me on poor Yvonne’s back. I had taken Patricia on, I had beaten her., I had made her a needy, slut. But most of all I had looked after Yvonne. I had washed her, got her some food, took her home and then –and only then- did I fight that woman who has abused her. And it was a hard fight on the beach before dawn that night. But I had won and I had protected Yvonne. But now, there was no way I would be able to protect anyone. And the girls needed me, they needed someone to mother them. Like Julia when she was on her trip, like Becky with her friend in hospital. But they needed more then a mother hen. They needed someone tough, someone who could take punishment in a fight and still come out winning. And I thought of the original meaning of champion- not a winner but someone who fights for another. I had been champion in that way. My heart sank. How low had I come. Now I was not a champion in any way. I shuddered.

    Candy turned to her friend. "Looks like she is scared Ros" Her laughter echoed. She glared at me again, "I though you said she was talking about revenge," Needlessly she adjusted her little black halter top emphasising her perfect bust off to everyone. And the guys who were starting to gather round lapped it up. I could almost hear them thinking how hot, how sexy, she looked.

    All I wanted to do was go home and eat a tub of ice cream like I so often did when I had a bad day. But I couldn’t do that. If I did everyone would know that I had piked on a fight. I would never have any cred ., no never again. I stood up slowly and snapped back " I am not scared! I don’t scare!. I’m not a coward!" I glared at the two bitches who had so trapped me. I knew my face was burning red, that my breasts were heaving

    Candy stepped towards me. She was still smiling and sticking her boobs out for the onlookers, "why the red face babe?" She took my chin in her hand , drawing my face towards her making me look up into her eyes. "Poor little Jenn" she smiled.

    I stiffened, this was something I did to my girls, but I did it when they needed sympathy, when they needed me to be there for them. It was what I did before I gave them a cuddle, before I sat them on my knee and let them pour out their troubles. It wasn’t only the sex that made me feel Domme, it was the trust, the admiration, the respect girls like Jade and Cassie gave me. But there was no way I was going to trust, admire or respect Candy. And she wasn’t holding my chin because she was about to make me feel better. She was about to humiliate me. "Leave me be Candy I don’t want trouble. OK? Just leave me be!"

    Candy squeezed my chin hard, her nails digging in to the fleshy underside. She giggled "What did you say? You are so flustered but hey I don’t want trouble either." She stepped away, rolling her hips, showing off to the guys. She picked up her drink. She winked at Roslyn. She spilt her drink right down my shirt. "Oh hun I am sorry, what a mess I’ve made." She looked back at Roslyn and laughed loudly.

    "You bitch. its all ruined! And all you can do is laugh! Damn it! I got to get it cleaned up! Hey don’t laugh at me please!" I was almost begging. I was flustered and annoyed, my eyes darting around at all the people seeing Roslyn giggling and then hi fiving another girl. I slunk off towards the washrooms. But I heard the bitch’s heels clack behind me. I turned round "Why are you following me I don’t need you in the washrooms."

    "Don't be paranoid hun, I'm not following you" The bitch shoved my shoulder and walked straight past me into the washroom,

    "Damn it I am so not going in there with that bitch!" I stepped away, looking to go to the other washrooms at the other end of the club to avoid Candy. It was the first time I had ever tried to hide from someone, and that showed just how small, how pathetic, I felt that night.

    Roslyn stood in my way . The bitch pushed me through the open door. "Don't be so silly" she snapped, "get in there".

    I squealed loudly as I stumbled into the washroom, glaring at Candy. "What the hell is all this about?"

    "You're still mouthy slut, I heard you were gonna take revenge. You were all mouthy in the gym. Well here I am fatty. You still want revenge? She stood with her hands on her hips glaring at me.

    I had to eat my brave words of a few days ago. "No Candy. No all I want to do is wash my top now can you let me be please?" I was snivelling. I walked over to washbasin and began sponging my top clean. My mind whirred in circles. I was as scared as shit she could beat me But then I thought, just as I had done a few minutes ago, if I showed her just how scared I was I would have nothing, no cred, no respect, no friends, nothing. I turned my back on her to wash my top, but really so she couldn’t see my face, and how near to tears I was.

    "No way bitch, same old story big mouth but you won't back it up. What's your problem?" Candy shoved me against the wall and slapped my face.

    Damn it! I was determined to show the bitch she couldn’t ' push me round. It crushed my doubts and fears about myself. I no longer cared or thought about what would happen if she did beat me, what my life would be like if I had shown fear My mind seized on the idea that I was Jenn Peccavi. I was the big bad bullying bitch. I had even fought- years ago- professionally. . Nobody gives me shit. I hand it out. "You're my problem" I turned on her suddenly launching a savage knee aimed at her slim tummy and punches with both fists aimed at the bitch’s face

    She was surprised. I know she had expected me to cave. I know she had wanted to humiliate me. I think she wanted to slut me or use me in some way. She staggered back from my knee blow. Her head snapped back from my punches. She screamed "You slut". She retreated trying to compose herself.

    I wasn’t giving her the chance to recover. I grabbed at her head yanking it forward and so shoving it hard into the wash basin. "I didn’t want to fight but by god I’ll fuck you slut and then some! you wanted to make me your bitch? I’ll make you mine! You will never forget this!" I almost believed myself.

    It seemed my blows had hurt her, she seemed almost dazed as if I had made her head spin. All she could do was grab my discoloured and wet shirt and punch me in my flank. "You're still my bitch fatty!"

    Her blow had hurt me more then I thought it would. I don’t know why- perhaps because I was in that odd sort of mind that I had been in when beaten so badly by that blonde bitch on the beach and again by that curry munching slut in the club before. When you’re in that sort of state, it seems you have no will left, that you’re just the other bitch’s toy , that you want to be that way and –like it was at the moment- that you really don’t have any fight in you that your mind is screaming inwardly ‘give in, curl up and take it." I had to break out of it. If I didn't I'd be broken. I had to be determined to beat this slut. I looked at her. She was still doubled over. I grabbed hold of her shoulders. I raised my knee again. This time I aimed for her face!. "Yeah we will see blonde bitch! I’ll break you slut". My .body heaved and –oh thanks- I felt adrenalins pump through my body. I was going to fight this bitch! I was going to beat her!

    The bitch reeled back as my knee smashed into her forehead.

    "Oh fuck, you slut! Ooh! Ooh! Oh shit!" I staggered back reeling myself from a punch to my pussy. I held my cxnt. Sobbing with pain I lent against the wall panting for air my body shaking uncontrollably.

    The whore struggled to her feet and delivered a one-two combo of punches at my breasts. Grunting with pain and still shaky from the punch to my cxnt I tried to punch back, aiming for her tummy hoping to damage it more .My punches hit home, she gasped for air, and seized my wrist while yanking my hair with her other hand. Stupid bitch. She didn’t know how to fight after all. She should have remembered how she wore me down with her punches last time. Here she was fooling around. Maybe she thought I was already meat.

    I gritted my teeth. There was no way this blonde slut was going to take me down. My back to the wall- more for support then because I had no where to retreat- I was still very shaky- l slammed right handed punches into her belly. She couldn’t respond -not with her hands holding my hair and left wrist. To my surprise she let go and dropped back. It was almost as if she was just trying to keep away from me. Surely, I thought, I couldn’t have done that much damage to her. But it seemed she was avoiding me. I stood against the wall fighting waves of nausea, my cxnt was ablaze with pain. I heard a gasp to my side. I turned to see a white faced Ros. I had no time to do more then notice that she was panting. Wondering whether Ros was turned on by seeing her friend and I fight- and by her friend having the worst of the fight so far, I turned to Candy.

    The few seconds when Ros distracted me, let Candy recover sufficiently to attack again. The bitch loomed over me and she seized my hair. She yanked it slamming my head against the wall. Again I felt nausea creep over me. I wanted out. I was almost beaten. But the fear of what would happen if I gave, the loss of face I would suffer if peeps knew I had surrendered kept me going. "Fuck! Bitch...argh," I howled clawing at the bimbette’s tits trying to distract her. At the same time I raised my foot hoping to knee the bitch.

    She let go of my hair. She grabbed my wrists instead, digging her nails in hard and twisting them as she screamed, "get the fuck off me you whore." There was no way I was going to do that. Instead I stepped forward slamming my body into hers using all my weight to crush her against the wash basins. I knew I had to beat this bitch soon. And I knew that I was still so shaky that I had to beat her without moving on my feet too much. I was too likely to crumple if I didn't have something to support me.

    It seemed I was winning - the bitch slapped wildly at my face, while tears began to roll down her beautiful cheeks. She yelled out "Get off you fat slut". She was weaker. Time to show her who was boss. Fights can be won by mastering your enemy's will. That Indian bitch had taught me that when somehow I let her pound me. Looking back I was sure I could have fought better, it was as if I didn't want to. And so I wanted Candy in the same state of mind I had been. I hissed at her "Yes you bitch, who is winning now?" I pushed hard, my body pressed against hers, belly to belly but not tit to tit. No, I was slowly arching Candy's spine back; pushing, heaving, grunting with exertion and pain but most importantly I was confident I was winning.

    I heard her heels scrape along the tiles as she fought vainly for traction on the smooth floor. Her back must have been killing her- your back bent against the hard basin would be worse then any camel clutch. She tried to slap my left tit from the side. It hurt but that she wasn’t punching or trying to wrestle me away showed me she wasn’t thinking, wasn't planning and just how desperate she must be. I could take this bitch. I pushed harder yet. I bent forward to push even harder still. Then without letting go of her shoulders, I stepped back then slammed forward hoping to slam her back harder against the washstand. I was sure she was weakening when I saw her eyes water. As I stepped forward again she grabbed my at tits but the bra stopped her nails from inflicting too much pain. I could hold on and break the slut.

    She then showed just how much a pretence all her nice words in the gym to everyone else were when she dragged her nails across my cheek. The sharp hard painted nails drew blood as they raked from just below my eye to the bottom of my ear. I should have known she was a dirty fighter from her cxnt blow. This claw was worse somehow- she could have blinded me. I don’t know if she meant it, I didn’t care either. I squealed in pain letting go of her shoulders. I grabbed her hands to pull them away and raised my knee aiming for her cxnt myself. I didn’t hit it, I got her tummy. It knocked the air out of her. She weakly pushed at my face and fell back against the wall. She was sobbing and sucking air back in her lungs.

    She looked at Ros, perhaps for help but her friend seemed not to see Candy's plea. I knew what Ros was, I knew exactly what she was – a winner groupie. She only liked you if she thought that you were winning. And I was winning. But there was no way she would be my groupie. I’d slam her against the wall first. She had no loyalty.

    I stepped up to Candy, punching at her gut with both fists as hard as I still could. Even though my body was heaving as I too sucked in air, even thought my cxnt was ablaze with fire and even though I knew I was running on adrenalins only now -and burning that up quickly - I knew I could beat this bitch!

    And then suddenly I had. The bitch doubled up and slid down the wall clutching her tummy. She looked helpless. But just in case she was fooling I was going to make sure of my victory. I yanked her long blonde hair, hauling her up and slamming my knee in her belly. "Oh yes bitch! give in Candy or I’ll tear you apart!

    Even though her legs buckled, the dumb blonde mumbled "fuck you!" between her sobs.

    "Uh ho! Oh I am going to do that to you slut! Give in!" I crowed as once more I slammed my knee into her. Then I let her go. She collapsed to the floor and tried to crawl away. But I wouldn't let her. I pounced on her back crushing her to the tiles below. She screamed in pain. "Give in give in bitch"

    "Get off me you fat bitch just get off me" she sobbed.

    "Give in and I will!" I snapped back as I smirked at Ros, I couldn’t resist it as I looked at her and thought,  of that backstabbing little cxnt who had shown what she was like when she betrayed not only me but her friend Candy. Oh yes, smirking at that shit was easy. And the thought of that cxnt Candy and what she had done , how she had beaten me before in the gym, how she had set this fight up, how she had used Ros to help here upped my adrenalins. Grabbing Candy’s head, I slammed it into the tiled floor. "Give in you stupid cxnt!"

    "Ok bitch I give just get the fuck off me " I saw Candy look at Ros, her eyes pleading.

    Ros stood there. And now Candy knew just what Ros really was- a hanger on to bullies. And Candy loathed her as much as I did. I could see it. All the humiliation, the days and weeks of agony and doubt that I suffered at the hands of this slut were now about to be repaid. Candy was going to regret ever tangling with me.".

    "That doesn’t sound like you really understand you are beaten Candy. You need to respect me. After all I am the better bitch" I dug my nails into her neck.

    "Yes Ms Jenn, please stop."

    And it was then I knew Candy really was a subbie- only a subbie would call me "MsJenn." I had tamed her! I stood up. "roll over bitch" I waited till she did then I stomped on her belly making her squeal. I was merciless. All the frustration, bile and humiliation I had felt for weeks was going as this slut grovelled. I turned to Ros. Look at your hot sexy friend. The bitch doesnt look that hot now does she? I think shes just about meat. My meat!

    Ros just stood there saying nothing. So much for her. If she had been a true friend she would have helped Candy now. But she showed just how weak she was by doing nothing,. At least Candy had fought! Disgusted with Rosyln, I turned back to Candy. "Slut get up !" She crawled to her hands and knees. "Not fast enough slut! Up you get...come on its walkies time bitch! Stand up now! or ill yank your hair and make you!"

    The bitch didn't get the message so I bent down seized her hair and yanked hard "Get up girl up!" I glanced across at Ros as Candy struggled to her feet. "Ah now its time". I squeezed Candy's tits hard,. yanking at the nipples, twisting them. The bitch was foolish enough to not wear a bra. She had no defence when I fought her! "You have such nice tits Candy are you proud of them?" I paused,. when she said nothing I went on "Well cat got your tongue? Are you proud of them?" I squeezed her tits hard.
    "
    Ow ow ow, yes get off them bitch."

    "I dont think you quite understand your place do you Candy" Sxxxxxxxing now I turned her around so her back was pressed against my front. I clasped her breasts pulling her body more tightly against mine. I lifted her halter neck top up. "Lets see those lovely tits!" I pulled the top up higher yet and massaged her tits roughly.

    "Ouch! You whore let go! No, no stop it bitch" she squealed

    I lifted the top right up over her head "Uh oh, whose the whore? Don't you know your place yet slut?" I began stroking the tits, rolling the nipples hard between my fingers.

    "Candy tell me what’s your place?"

    "Fuck you leave me alone."

    I stepped back, raised my knee into the small of the bimbo's back and pulled her body back by holding those lovely tits. She squealed as I arched her spine again ."That's no way to talk to me is it Candy?"

    "You're such a bitch."

    "Yes I am a bitch .A big fat nasty bullying bitch but most of all today a winning bitch and you ...what are you?" I twisted her nipples as I bent her back harder still.

    And then she answered me, she moaned, she was on heat!l

    I slapped, twisted and pulled on her tits. She just let my hands roam. "How does it feel Candy? You’re helpless and I’m working your tits from behind ?"

    She moaned again her body shook.

    "You whore! I slapped them again hard, my hands thudding on the luscious globes

    "Ooowwww fuck"

    Roslyn was wide eyed her face flushed, her tits were jutting out too, she was hot seeing her friend humiliated. " I'm gonna parade your slut friend round the bar! how do you like that Candy?. I slapped her tits again. "You big titted whore what are you going to do when the guys see you?"

    And Roslyn speaking for the first time in ages answered my question with two words "She'll cum!"

    And she did. And I felt better again.


an old story which I never posted before. Again thanks to those who give me feedback and help /i]

[petelv]

Peccavi ,  Thank you again for this exciting story.  I enjoyed it very much.

pete

[Kayla]

Another hot one, Jenn! 

[Michael James]

Great Job as always!