Like a Rag Doll

My name is Traci. I am 24 years old, white, petite and attractive. Dark brown silky hair, just past my shoulders, and my body measures 32c-23-34. Shapely, with not too much on top, but a firm, well shaped behind that has always saved me from being overlooked.

I stand just 5’3 and weigh 102 lbs. I have always been more “soft and feminine” than tomboyish, so the idea of me ever being involved in a fight with another girl never crossed my mind. With my big brown eyes, my friends (who nicknamed me “Bambi”) would be shocked to hear what happened to me a year and a half ago. I was even more shocked at how it changed my life, revealing something in me I never understood, never knew existed.

I was at a club with a couple of friends, and it was late, past midnight. I had accepted some dances with a couple of guys, and my two girlfriends were off flirting and having a grand time, and we would meet every so often and compare notes.

Having to pee badly, I excused myself from a nice, good looking guy who was talking to me, and went to the ladies’ room. For once, it wasn’t crowded, and two girls were leaving as I walked in, leaving me and one other girl who was coming in behind me. As I as about to enter the stall, a long, slender arm came in front of me.

“That stall is mine,” a voice said. I turned and saw a blonde girl about five inches taller than me, in a very short red tube dress and high heels. She had a killer body, and long blonde hair, and this beautiful but menacing smile, her deep blue eyes penetrated me with such intensity that it startled me.

I just thought, “bitch” and smiled, moving to the only other stall there. She stuck her arm in front of that one.

“And that one is out of order,” she said.

My mouth fell open. What was this?

“What’s your problem?” I said, pushing her hand away.

“Tell you what,” she said, glaring at me, “I’ll let you use this one.” Then, she gripped my arm, swung the stall door open, and shoved me inside so hard I was slammed up against the partition.

“Hey, shit!” I started to say, stunned, but before I could figure out what was up, this girl grabbed my hair and, and with the other hand, slapped my face forward and backward, twice, leaving my eyes filled with tears and my cheeks humming with pain.

“I saw you throwing your pretty little ass at my boyfriend, slut!” She gripped my neck now, holding me against the partition, and she was clutching one of my breasts through thin fabric of my light blue slipdress.

So that was it! “No… listen… I… wasn’t… I didn’t know…”

“Bullshit!” She slapped me again, and I tried to fend off the backslap by putting my hand up and kicking out at her. I caught the inside of her calf, which only pissed her off more. This angry girl drove her knee up, right between my legs, catching me square in the middle of my mound, which wasn’t very well defended by a pair of white lace cotton panties.

I moaned and doubled over, clutching at my aching pussy, my head was against her shoulder, and she grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, slapped me once more, so hard this time my head spun. I blindly stuck my hands out to push her away, my vision blurry, but she only used that to grab both my wrists and pull me away from the partition.

“Get on the floor, cunt!” she barked at me. I hesitated, still in disbelief at what was happening, but she pulled hard on one wrist and twisted me around so my arm was wrenched behind my back. Then, she easily forced me to my knees in front of the toilet.

My head swam in panic and pain. Why wasn’t anyone coming in to help me? I had no time to think of any more than that, because this cat-quick, powerful girl yanked my dress up onto my back just then and delivered several swift kicks to my pantied ass, the toe of her shoe connecting painfully, causing me to fall forward over the toilet bowl.

I cried out, and managed, “Pleeease.stop!” I think I was trying to say I was sorry when she kicked me in the side. I grunted in pain, trying to gather my breath, and started to roll over onto the floor. I had planned to just curl up in a ball until someone came in to stop this wild bitch. She pulled me back to my kneeled-over position at the toilet.

“You’re not going anywhere, cutie-pie.” Then I felt her pull my dress up and pull my panties down. I was panting with fear now. She stood over me, straddling me, as I started to sob softly, my voice ragged with pain and shock. I could feel her legs on either side of me, and I just stared down into the bowl, praying it would end. She stroked my hair mockingly.

“Awww..poor little doll,” she said, “didn’t get to fuck the stud and then got her pretty ass beat by the better woman.”

“N-no..I wasn’t trying-”

“Shuttup, whore!” She smacked the side of my head viciously with her open palm, and I whimpered, my tears falling into the toilet water.

“My my,” she cooed, “what a pretty ass.” I felt her hand on my bare butt just then I froze, my breath strangled in my throat. The next thing I saw was a pair of black lace panties being dropped in front of me, by the toilet seat. Then I felt the short hairs of her pussy against my ass, humping. She was rubbing herself on me,and I could feel her wetness on the soft skin of my ass.

“Ohhh yeahhhh,” she whispered, her breath starting to pant now. She gripped my shoulders and started riding me like a pony. I was helpless, trembling fiercely and deathly afraid to try to stop her because I knew she would beat me senseless.

“Kicking your ass made me hot, little girl..” she said in a hoarse whisper. All I could do was hang on to the toilet and rock with her movements as she rubbed her pussy on my ass. In a few seconds, I felt her shudder.

“Ohhgodddd!” she moaned. “Yessssssssss” Her juices were all over my ass. She climbed off of me, and I saw her hand pick up the panties.

“You know, I think I’ll just fucking choke you to death now.”

And that’s when it happened. The stab of fear and humiliation went through me like a rocket, and my bladder, which I never got to relieve, opened up. Hot urine gushed from my pussy and splashed onto the bathroom floor. I was too weak to move, I just laid there, my ass in the air, piss dripping from my crotch, sobbing.

“Oh my god.you messy bitch!” she crowed at me. “Your disgusting.” She pulled my head up by the hair just before you left. “Remember me, girlie. Don’t ever fuckin try to steal my man again.” With that, she shoved my head down against the porcelain, almost splitting my lip.

She slammed the stall door as she exited, leaving me a beaten, trembling, dripping mess.

After a minute or so, another girl came in and heard me crying. She helped me up, and helped me clean myself up. I was so humiliated I could barely speak. My panties were soaked with my own urine, and I ended up throwing them away. I got straightened up and found my friends. I told them a girl slapped me around, but never told them the other part.

I live in a pretty small town, and I passed each day after that dreading the fact that I may see her again. I did see her again, and that next meeting changed my life.

***

It had been three weeks since the tall blonde at the club had beaten me up in the ladies room. It had taken me a couple of days to recuperate from that, both physically and emotionally, but I never told a soul. It was way too humiliating, and I didn’t want it getting back to her.

I had a day off and decided to spend it at the beach, alone, just me and the sun. I was wearing a tiny yellow two piece t-back, that had a thin ruffled skirt along the waistband. As petite as I am, I still have a very nice ass and the guys were gawking as I made my way from the parking area to the sand. I found a fairly secluded area and put on some lotion and settled in for a nice day in the sunshine.

After a while, I got up and took a short walk to splash my feet in the surf. I hadn’t gone fifty feet when I saw her. I froze at first. She was with three friends, it looked like two other females and a guy. She was standing, wearing this black string bikini that made her already awesome body look, well, disgustingly beautiful.

I was going to turn and walk the other way, but something came over me. I wanted to embarrass her in front of her friends, and let her know how angry I was for what she did to me. Something told me not to go over there, but I didn’t listen. She had her back turned when I walked up and said, “Hey.”

When she turned around, she got this little surprised smile on her face.

“That really sucked,” I said, “attacking me like that, without finding out what really happened.” As I spoke, I saw that menacing look come over her again, and I realized that this could be a mistake, but.no.she wouldn’t try anything in front of these people, would she?

“Look, girl.whatever your name is-”

“Traci.”

“Well, Traci, I’m Janine. Maybe we should talk about this in private.” She motioned to her friends, and nodded towards the edge of the woods a little walk away.

“Nope,” I said, “I just want you to know I’m not happy about it, and your friends should know that you are violent.”

She was nodding, regarding me with this smile, her arms folded. “I’m violent,” she repeated, looking back at her friends as if I were a complete nut

“Yes, and you should apologize to me.” I noticed suddenly that I was shaking slightly, and realized why. Her friends had gathered their things, whispered something to her, and walked away. She put her hand on her breast. “Apologize? ME?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered. Her friends were halfway down the beach. I couldn’t believe what I did next, but it completely out of character. I swung my open hand at her to slap her, and it caught the edge of her chin, as she dodged it just in time.

“You.CUNT!” she hissed, hooking her fingers in the V of my top. She pulled me to her, and with lightning quickness drove her fist into my tummy twice. The wind left me rapidly, and I sank to my knees. I leaned forward, grabbing her around the waist, and bit her thigh. I was going to at least put up a fight this time… or so I thought.

She yelped and quickly slipped around behind me, her knee in my back. She gripped my hair and bent me like a bow and the pain coursed through me as my face was tilted skyward. Next, she administered three vicious slaps to my face, and with a foot against my back, sent me flying face first into the sand .

I lifted my face up and spit out some sand, shaking my head, and was about to get up and run. At this point I figured there was no point in trying to save my pride. Her foot came down on my back though, pushing me back down, and she came straight down on me the next second, driving her knee into my butt.

I groaned in pain, and had no time to react as her hands were interlaced around my throat, forcing my head back as she pinned my pelvis to the sand with her knee.

“Ohh goddd.” I moaned. With that animal-like quickness again, she untied my top and pulled it from me, exposing my smallish breasts to the ocean air. I tried to pull her hands away, but they were moving too fast for me to find them, and my vision was distorted by the painful backward craning of my neck.

She reached under me and pinched one, then the other nipple savagely, twisting them until I shrieked. Then, she was off me, whipping my bikini top against my ass, thighs, back and head, back and forward, she lashed me with the tie strings as I twitched in the sand, trying to cover myself from the stinging blows.

“Janine…please..no more!” I whimpered.

“Janine, please, no more” she mocked me. “You are one slow learner, aren’t you bitch?” Then she gripped me by the hair and lifted me. “Up,” she ordered. There was nothing to do but obey.

I rose shakily to my feet, and Janine grabbed my wrist. “Come with me, girl, and I don’t want one little peep of complaining out of you.” She pulled me along like a scolded child by the wrist, to the edge of the woods, where we stepped in several yards, shrouded in the cool green shade of the trees, out of sight of anyone else.

She spun around, with her back to a large tree. “Get on your knees, Traci, or do you want me to put you there?” She was capable of doing that, no doubt, so I sank to my knees in front of her. As much as I hated her, I could not help but notice what a sleek, magnificent, almost perfect body she had.

“You wanted a piece of me,” she said smiling down at me, “you’ll get it.” She stepped closer, her legs spread slightly, her thighs on either side of my head. She reached down and grabbed my hair. I looked up, all ability to resist her drained from me. She owned me, and we both knew it. She must have seen the look of surrender in my eyes, because she laughed softly just then.

“You know who you belong to right now, don’t you?” She said in a low whisper. I still didn’t know entirely what was in store for me. I hung my head and nodded. She shook my head with her grip of my hair. “I didn’t hear anything!” she barked.

“Yes..” I croaked, a sob welling up in my chest.

She turned around then, and leaned against the tree, jutting her ass out at me. “Take them off,” she ordered. My heart started to pound wildly. What was she doing? Then I remembered how she had humped me in the bathroom.was she going to make me please her like this… HERE? I couldn’t believe it, and panic started to swirl in me as I reached up and hooked my fingers in her bottoms. I lowered them as she commanded, pulling them down and off her feet. Then I stared at the sand below me, shivering.

Her hand went back to my head, and pulled me between her ass cheeks. I whimpered, fear and humiliation seizing me as I smelled her sex, and the humid muskiness of her ass, which my nose now nuzzled. I instinctively grabbed onto her shapely hips for support.

“Eat me, girl,” she commanded. “And you better do me good.”

I thought of pulling my head out and protesting, but I knew she would beat me. I had to do it. I stuck my tongue out, and immediately it was drowned in her hot secretions. I licked her pussy, my eyes shut tight, trying not to think of what I was doing. The slippery flesh opened and enveloped my mouth and nose as she pushed my head in further.

My nose was pressed against her asshole, and she wiggled her hips slowly as I ate her. I could hear her moaning and sighing softly as she leaned against the tree, with me, her slave now, pleasuring her at her whim. With a fistful of my hair, she moved my mouth just where she wanted and even pushed it up so that I had to lick and suck her ass. Her scent was strong — she had been out in the sun all day–and as humiliated as I was it should have sickened me, but somehow, it just weakened me, and made me feel helpless, like some exotic spiked drink.

Finally, she came in a torrent of pussy juice which lathered most of my face now, and shuddered with a powerful orgasm as I grunted with effort, my face buried deep between her ass cheeks.

She pulled my face out and let me rest my face against her ass, where I panted and caught my breath for almost a full two minutes.

Finally, she turned around, bent down, and pulled her bottoms back on.

She took my face in her hand, tilting it up to look at her, and spoke to me as if I were a pet. I was mesmerized, totally and utterly captured and helpless to whatever she wanted, and I knew it. I felt like a slave, looking up at her queen.

“Good girl,” she cooed. A shiver of surrender went through me. I had been transformed into her sex toy, and was helpless to do anything about it. I no longer hated her, instead I looked up at her with a healthy fear, a deep submission, and the undeniable feeling that I was her property. My own pussy was suddenly a swamp of desire.

At that moment, with this beautiful goddess’ nectar drying on my face and her standing over me, I knew that I was destiny to be her inferior, to be controlled by her. I was awed and afraid of her, and yet aroused by her savage beauty as she stood over me, looking down at me like she owned me.

As if reading my mind, somehow knowing that I could not just go on with my life without being on my knees in front of her again, she spoke slowly, calmly, her eyes capturing mine as I looked up, meek as a lamb.

“The club… where we first… met.” A small smile crept over her face as I knew she was recalling the night she beat me up in the bathroom and left me peeing and half naked on the floor.

“Yes?” I whispered, my breasts still heaving slightly as I knelt there, sand sticking to my legs and breasts.

“Be there Friday night, at 9pm. When you see me, come to my table.”

My heart was on some sort of roller coaster. My mouth was bone dry, and my head swam with a thousand confused thoughts. But time stood still when I heard the words fall out of my mouth:

“Yes, Janine.”