As kids Louisa Osborne and Julie Millar were almost inseparable. It was inevitable really, they were the only people on the farm that Louisa’s father owned of a similar age. Everyone else was so much older and despite the fact that Julie was a couple of years older than Louisa both girls got on famously and got up to all sorts of mischief and antics. Yet their backgrounds were so far apart. Louisa’s father, as well as owning the estate and farm they lived on was a Major in the army and his family were renowned in the county for being rich and well connected. Julie’s dad was a farm labourer who lived in a cottage rented from the Major and was barely educated.

So the young girls played tennis together, ran together, swam together did everything that best friends of that age would do, they thought they could never be parted and never be anything other than best of friends.

Things started to change when it came time for Louisa to leave home and go to boarding school. Julie was by then at a local comprehensive school but still liked to spend most nights with Louisa. It was natural perhaps, what happened, both girls started making new friends, Louisa was back at the house less and less often and when she was had her ’rich’ friends back staying with her. Julie came to dislike what Louisa was becoming, a snob she thought who had too quickly forgotten her roots. For her part Louisa grew to look down on common girls like Julie and wondered how they could ever have been friends. It was sad really but inevitable and both sets of parents had known it would happen but no-one realised how explosive the situation was to become.

Julie had developed into a very sexy nineteen year old. She was a naturally curvy girl with long, black hair and just the biggest breasts of any female in the area. She had developed breasts earliest in her class at school, had hated them to begin with then realised they were a real asset. She was short at just 5’5” and had a wonderful wide smile that complemented her friendly, open nature perfectly. Her face was neat and cherubic, her brown eyes appealing and her long lashes perfect for fluttering. Her looks and her attitude meant that she had been with a good number of boyfriends and always attracted young men’s attentions.

Louisa was younger and an almost polar opposite. She was tall and thin, maybe too slim. She had shoulder length bright, blonde hair that was definitely her best feature, that undeniably went with her ice cold blue eyes. She was very flat chested and was becoming really self conscious about the fact, especially around more well endowed girls. She had, in general, a rotten attitude and looked down her nose at most people and adopted a very sharp manner and tone that she had perfected at her girls only finishing school. Visually she was quite angular and awkward but not without a ‘posh girl’ aura that turns many men on.

This all happened during Louisa’s return home for her Summer vacation. With all her school friends busy she quickly tired of her mother and fathers company and at their urging contacted the cottage to speak to Julie. Things were a little frosty to begin with, but Julie was aware that Louisa’s father was her dad’s boss so didn’t want to piss her off. Things went quite well though and soon they were reminiscing innocently about the past and Louisa asked Julie to take the next day off and have some fun catching up with her. Julie was initially reluctant because taking the day off would mean she wasn’t paid and she could hardly afford that but Louisa was persistent (almost to the point of petulance) and she eventually caved in and they agreed to meet at the tennis courts the next morning at ten for a game.

It was a bright, sunny Summer morning and Julie strolled down to the tennis courts on the farm that the Major had had built especially for his daughter all those years ago. She had enjoyed dressing up in her white cotton shirt and her white short, tennis skirt and panties, her white socks and trainers completing her angelic appearance that her dark hair clashed brilliantly with. She arrived a few minutes early but was happy to stand and soak up the warm rays of the sun. Twenty minutes later when there was still no sign of Louisa she was starting to get annoyed, five more minutes passed and Julie was just about ready to head back home and make something of the day when Louisa sauntered down to the court, swinging her bag and smiling, wearing matching whites just like Julie. She made no apology and no comment to her lateness before pulling out a brand new professional racket and pinging a few tennis balls over the net.

“Come on Julie, ready for a beating?” , she announced cockily.

Julie wanted to shake her head but gritted her teeth and told herself to not let it get to her. She bounced her hand on the strings of her old, weather beaten racket and imagined wiping the smug grim off Louisa’s face by beating her in the game. But it was not to be, Louisa was too fast and too good for her and she thrashed her easily and what was worse, made plenty of comments as she hit each winner. Then when Julie actually hit a winner herself, that clearly landed on the line, Louisa called it out. It was too much for a hot and bothered Julie.

“No way, that was in. Easily!”

“I’m afraid not Julie. I saw it, I’m closer. It was out. I hope you’re not calling me a liar?”

“No, but, it was in.”

“No it was out I’m afraid. Now that makes it five nil me in games, just this one for the set.”

She served out easily and Julie barely tried. She was cursing having wasted her day on this brat and wondered how she could have ever been friends with her. They finished up about noon and headed up the track together. Julie wondered why Louisa was coming with her because her house was the other way. Julie barely spoke a word. She perked up though when she saw Pete, one of the young farm hands coming down the lane in the other direction, his eyes lighting up at two teenage girls in tennis gear coming towards him.

What a sight they presented for him as they trudged up the path, Two teenage girls dressed in skimpy tennis outfits and lit up golden by a beaming sun overhead. Just the thing to lift his spirits after a hard morning’s graft on the farm. Still as they came closer there was no mistaking that Julie was infinitely more attractive than the Major’s daughter and as they came right up to his vehicle it was to her that he spoke and, indeed, openly flirted with. Julie took great pleasure returning the charm in kind and as they chatted and laughed together Louisa stood beside Julie and fumed. Why should this fool obviously fancy this common girl and show her no attention? Just because she had bigger tits? Silently Louisa raged, she had watched on all year at school as all her friends had got ‘proper’ boyfriends and had all kinds of guys show interest in them, while she had been left on the shelf. And now this, right then she was filled with hatred for her old friend and could happily have scratched her eyes out. She just wanted to get away but didn’t want to make it so obvious so just hung around at Julie’s side feeling more and more like a lemon.

Julie finally managed to tear herself away from him and the two girls headed up the path in an uneasy silence. Julie had been aware of Louisa’s uneasiness as she had spoken with Pete but to be fair she was not really bothered, certainly not after the way the spoilt brat had acted at the tennis. Julie looked to her right and saw a couple of the horses in their coral in the nearby barn and walked over to them to pat them and to (hopefully) annoy Louisa even more. As she stood with her back to Louisa and patted the horse’s nose she heard the sharp voice behind her.

“My god, you really are trashy aren’t you. I bet you love flashing those fat tits of yours!”

Julie turned, shocked to stare right at Louisa, unable to believe she had made such a hurtful comment and that her voice was so full of venom. It was obvious she really meant the words. They couldn’t have been worded any better to hurt Julie either, as she was self conscious about her weight and had to work hard to keep her figure and not let it slip to bigger.

“Excuse me? What did you say?”, Julie asked incredulously.

“You heard me Miss Big Tits, it must be sad having to thrust those (she pointed at Julie’s chest) under every man’s nose, it’s the only way anyone would pay any attention to a common slapper like you! From what I hear your just like your mum!”

That was the worst comment of them all. Julie’s mother had ran away with a family friend when Julie was only five, leaving her father to bring her up and Julie had had no contact with her mother since that moment. Her father had refused to discuss her with Julie but she had heard some member s of her family describing her as ‘loose’, a ‘tart’ and even a ‘slut’. Louisa was aware of how Julie felt about her mother and for her to throw that up at her was to much for her to take.

Julie deliberately took a step back and delivered a viciously hard slap right across Louisa’s cheek. The loud crack as palm struck cheek echoed through the deserted barn and the blonde’s face started to turn a bright pink almost immediately. Louisa was stunned and stood there as Julie let go with a verbal volley too.

“Don’t you ever mention my mother again you stuck up little bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are? It’s not my fault no-one looks at you ‘cos you’re so fucking flat chested!”

Louisa snapped into action and returned the slap with interest, when her hand connected with Julie’s cheek her long nails also raked across Julie’s soft flesh, leaving a couple of nasty looking red scratches. For a few seconds Julie didn’t react then the sharp pain kicked in and she lost her control and grabbed for the blonde’s hair and Louisa did like wise and the two stumbled around the barn, grunting in effort trying to pull at the others hair. Louisa backed into a small bale of hay on the ground and fell back onto the hay strewn floor with Julie on top. Julie immediately put her hand to Louisa’s throat and started choking at her. Louisa fired back with some more slaps to Julie’s face and forced the dark haired girl to break her hold and roll off Louisa.

Both girls made it to their knees and stared daggers at each other.

“You stupid bitch, I’ll show you!” shouted Louisa, her posh accent slipping somewhat.

“Yeah, we’ll see you skinny cunt. It’s about time someone beat some respect into you!” snorted Julie in retort.

With a primitive growl Louisa lunged for Julie and once again the two teenagers rolled in the dust, straw and dirt, their white tennis outfits getting dirty with every roll. Louisa’s fingers clawed to reach Julie’s face and the older girl had to use her own hands to fend her attacks away finally managing to trap both Louisa’s wrists in her hands and using her weight advantage and leverage to force Louisa’s squirming arms down onto the ground above her head. Julie leaned down and her dark hair fell down to Louisa’s face and snarled down at her foe.

“Give it up bitch, you’ll never beat me. Give it up before I really hurt you!”

The blonde grunted and strained, trying to lift her arms up and resume her assault but it was useless, Julie was too strong for her, that much was obvious in this position. Julie re-adjusted her position so she leaned further over the blonde girl but that gave Louisa the opening she needed and he was able to drive her leg up sharply and partly connect her shin with Julie’s lower stomach and crotch area. The effect was immediate as Julie released her hold and gasped at the sudden winding. She fell to the side clutching her stomach and wheezing.

Louisa got to her feet unsteadily and aimed a kick that mostly missed at Julie and rubbed her wrists where they had been held and squeezed. Angered at being manhandled by this common girl she reached down and took a good handful of Julie’s long black hair and jerked her upwards, smiling at the satisfying tearing noise of hair being ripped from scalp as Julie’s unwillingly rose up.

Julie squealed at the sharp pain to her head but that was silenced as Louisa landed another stiff slap on her already injured cheek. She tried to hold Julie in front of her to deliver another blow and Julie instinctively tried to pull away to avoid the blow. The opposing forces caused Julie’s white tennis shirt to rip right down the front and almost disintegrate off her body (it was very cheap fabric after all). Louisa looked at the rags she still held in her hand and at the thin strap that banded on Julie’s back as she faced away from her and realised that she was wearing a sports bra. All of a sudden Louisa wanted to punish those big breasts more than anything in the world. Maybe it was her own inferiority complex or the still fresh memories of Pete staring at Julies tits but she desperately wanted to take put her frustrations on them.

Julie turned to face Louisa, still gasping for a breath and shocked that her shirt had been so ripped from off her. Maybe too she was realising the disastrous consequences of brawling with her fathers employers daughter and she put her hand up to try and stop the fight and talk sense into the girl.

“Stop Louisa, this is….”

She never got any further as the blonde launched a fast punch forward and it exploded on the lacy white fabric that cupped Julie’s large right breast. She reeled away but not in time to avoid a second punch to her tit. Louisa kept coming forward, forcing the older girl to back away until her back hit the stone of the wall. Cornered, she realised that attack was the only option left to her so when the next fist swung forward Julie grabbed it and twisted it around and managed to bend it behind Louisa’s back and hold it there. Before Louisa could do anything in reply Julie reached around and hooked her hand into Louisa’s mouth and fish hooked her face to the opposite side and then used her advantage to kick the back of Louisa’s legs so she crumpled to her knees with her back to Julie.

Julie sank down herself, in the process wrapping her legs around Louisa’s mid section from behind and keeping her half nelson on she dropped her hand from Louisa’s mouth to around her neck and applied a sleeper hold (though she didn’t have a clue what it was called). Julie squeezed with both her legs and arm and was amazed at how quickly Louisa went limp in her grip. She had beaten the thin girl that easily.

But she was still angered at the comments and damage that the blonde brat had caused and decided that she should be taught a little lesson. She pulled Louisa over to the small bale and sat on it and dragged Louisa onto her knees. She pulled up Louisa’s short tennis skirt and pulled down her white cotton panties to expose the girls pale ass cheeks. Then she took immense satisfaction in delivering twenty hard spanks across Louisa’s bottom. Chastising her like a little girl with each blow, hoping that it would knock some common sense into the snob her old friend had become. Finally, with tears at her eyes and her voice shaking Louisa begged Julie to stop, apologising as she shouted. Julie dropped her to her knees and stood up over her.

“Well I hope you’ve learned your lesson Louisa. You can’t speak to people like that and treat them like dirt. They just won’t stand for it.”

Julie spotted an old tweed coat on a hook at the wall and turned her back to go and get it, after all she could hardly walk home in her bra could she? But unbeknownst to her she had dropped Louisa right on a thick piece of rope and ashamed at her humiliating defeat and subsequent treatment, Louisa had grasped it, waited until Julie moved away and leapt after Julie and managed to hook the rope in front of Julie’s face and pull back hard on it.

Julie was taken by surprise. The fight had been over, she had won, she was leaving and suddenly her neck was being crushed. Louisa had managed to get the rope right under Julie’s chin and the thick cord bit into her skin as Louisa used her height advantage to twist the ends behind Julie’s neck and apply even more pressure. Julie clawed desperately at the rope with her fingers but that proved useless and quickly she was changing colour to a beetroot red in the face and she was losing consciousness herself. She was saved from that by Louisa’s determination to get at her tits as she lessened her hold on the rope to reach down and unclip the latch on Julie’s bra and got immense satisfaction as it flew off and left Julie topless and struggling in front of her. And Louisa was determined to make her pay!

As the bra flew off Louise returned her pressure to the rope around Julie’s neck but she had managed to get her hand up and between the rope and her injured throat. That was some relief at least for the dark haired girl but she could do nothing to prevent Louisa planting her foot right in the back of her and kicking her forward with some force. Julie stumbled and smashed head first into the wooden pallet that sat on it’s end against the barn wall. Julie twisted around and slumped, sitting onto her backside. Her head lolled as she tried to regain her senses but that all changed as Louisa slammed her foot in a hard kick right between Julie’s thighs, connecting directly with her crotch. Julie howled in agony and tried to cover her injured crotch but that was exactly what Louisa wanted as she pulled Julie flat on her back and sat atop her trapped arms and glared into Julie’s scared eyes and eyed her massive, fleshy tits while holding her sharp finger nails above them.

“Spank me would you? You common little slut! I’ll show you what pain and humiliation are really about!”

Julie tried to plead with her old friend but had barely opened her mouth to appeal when she felt Louisa take a handful of breast flesh and dig her nails in deep. Julie screamed at this new torment to her sensitive breasts but that made no difference to the thin blonde who proceeded to start twisting her hands about and left scores and scratches all over the pale flesh. She kept that punishment up for some minutes, mixing up nips to her nipples and further scratches before finally pulling her hands away from the messed up tit flesh. But it was not to allow Julie any recovery, oh no! Instead Louisa balled her hands into wiry fists and began to hammer her fists down like pistons, each one exploding on Julie’s boobs as the landed. Before long Julie was in tears at the unusual punishment her tits were enduring from this younger girl.

Louisa finally relented and ignoring Julie’s pleas hauled the big breasted girl by her long hair across the dusty floor and draped her across a straw bale, the sharp ends on the straw jabbing uncomfortably into Julie’s tits and stomach. With Julie offering little resistance Louisa pulled off her short skirt and panties, leaving her in just her ankle socks and trainers. She reached up to pluck down a heavy leather belt that was hanging on the nearby wall and flinging it back over her head she crashed it down with a terrible vengeance upon Julie’s upturned backside. An ugly dark red welt appeared instantly and the effect was like Julie being hit by a bolt of lightening! She shrieked wildly and jumped up and flopped down screaming, her hands reaching for her hurt bum. Louisa came closer an evil grin across her face but too close as it happens as Julie was wildly lashing her legs out and caught her right in the gut and doubled her over and winded her.

It was enough to stagger Louisa back and gain Julie some badly needed time to try and deal with the sharp pains over her naked body. Her mind was racing, her pulse thundering, she dragged her aching body up by a nearby bale in time to see Louisa look up and come at her again. It was a charge borne of anger, she was mad that her complete advantage had been interrupted and was determined to gain it back again. But her haste backfired as she was going too fast to stop herself when Julie raised her foot and caught Louisa square in her gut again and as the blonde slumped back a second kick smashed into her chin. Louisa was seeing stars by the time the back of her head hit the ground.

Julie was racked with pain and even though she had knocked her foe down she was hardly in a fit state to press home the advantage. She rubbed her damaged breasts tenderly and tentatively felt at the scar etched on her backside. That little bitch would pay for that one! Louisa stirred, her head shaking and giving off a pathetic moan. Though not fully recovered Julie slumped on top of her old friend her knees either side of Louisa’s chest. She began to pummel the younger girl with hard slaps to her face, stinging them in on her cheeks with rapid regularity and Louisa tried pathetically to use her hands to cover up. She wasn’t very successful. Julie just rained the blows down in a manic rage until she was tired out and slowly got off Louisa. She panted and caught her breath and then her eyes alighted on the evil looking thick, leather belt which had wreaked such pain on her tender ass.

“Lets see how you like it bitch!”

Louisa dully saw Julie reach down and pluck up the belt and panic when she saw what it was as Julie lashed it overhead and swung it down at her chest. Louisa rolled rapidly to her side and managed to avoid most of the belt’s impact but the tip of it still caught her side and she yelped in pain. She scrambled unsteadily to her feet and fled as Julie advanced on her the belt held menacingly for another strike like some kind of monster from a horror movie.

Too soon Louisa backed onto the hard wall watched in fear as Julie advanced and let go a vicious whip of the belt that she only just managed to avoid by falling to her left sharply. She tumbled to her hands and knees and was ripe for a solid kick from Julie right to her ribs and as she slumped down Julie lashed the belt on Louisa’s back with a solid crack. Lucky for the rich girl her shirt took much of the blow but it still stung like hell! Seeing that and in a total rage Julie dropped the belt to rip Louisa’s white shirt from her thin body. It stuck, due to Louisa’s fighting back, just as it was over her shoulders and for a few moments the blonde’s arms were stuck and she couldn’t see. That was just perfect for a furious Julie to launch a series of hard punches into Louisa’s stomach and bra covered tits. Julie grunted with the exertion of each blow but gained great satisfaction seeing the bitches pained expression when the shirt finally came over her head.

“You double crossing, cheating, jealous little cunt! I let you off way to easy before, this time when I beat I’ll show you what real pain is!”

Julie reached down and again pulled the blonde up by her hair but failed to see that Louisa had grabbed a bucket of horse feed as she lay next to it and ,on the blind side. With a mighty bang the hard plastic bucket slammed into the side of Julie’s head and she slumped back. Staggering, Louisa made it to her feet and emptied the pellets all over Julie and stamped her shoe down onto Julie’s pussy. But Louisa was hardly in a position to take advantage and so it was that she fell on Julie and the two girls grappled and rolled around the ground, clawing and slapping at each other ineffectually.

Eventually, using her slight weight advantage Julie rolled on top and managed to pin Louisa’s body below her, using her mount position she cracked a couple of full blown punches onto Louisa’s now marked up face. Julie then grabbed her opponents ears and pulled her head up to shake her head, but by bringing it up she allowed Louisa to open her mouth and sink her sharp little teeth right into her already pain wracked left breast. Julie howled like a dog that’s leg has been trapped in a bear trap and immediately released her hold on Louisa. Sensing that this pain was perhaps too much for her opponent Louisa fastened her jaws in harder and as the brunette thrashed above her Louisa retained a moment of pure clarity and in it she snuck her right hand between their bodies and found Julie’s exposed pussy lips. She then, very deliberately moved her fingers into something resembling a pincer and nipped them viciously onto Julie’s clit.

The sharp pains in both her tit and cunt were too much and if this were a proper match she would have submitted but there was no-one around to hear her submission and as she screamed and wailed for Louisa to stop and that she quit, Louisa just continued to pore on the pain. Quickly it all became too much for Julie, her soft body was not used to the intense pain and pressure it had endured that afternoon and as Louisa continued to bite and nip her, Julie blacked out and fainted forward on top of her attacker. The oblivion of unconsciousness was welcomed as a relief to her.

When Julie came to, around ten minutes later she was initially glad to feel that the sharp pains were missing from her tits and pussy. But as her eyes fluttered open and she regained more consciousness she became aware of a duller pain on her big breasts. You see, while Julie had been out of it Louisa had hurried to further incapacitate the big breasted girl she had just battled. And there was plenty to help her in that around the barn. Finding lengths of thin but strong rope Louisa tied one to each of Julie’s ankles and tied them to the opposing walls, stretching her legs apart. She then tied a length of rope around each of Julie’s wrists and threw the rope up and over the rafters above them, she caught the ends as they came down and tied them to bars on a gate. Julie was, in effect, trussed up and hanging by her wrists from the rafters and her legs were useless too.

She also came across some thin, green, garden twine which she took particular pleasure winding around the base of Julie’s breasts (a piece of twine for each tit) she then looped them repeated around the flesh before fixing them with slip knots and ting them to two metal bolts and tossing those over the rafter too. She just completed this when Julie started to come around. She let Julie slowly come to and walked behind her to retrieve the heavy, leather belt both girls had used in the fight. Julie quickly realised all her limbs were neutralised and despite her growing fear called out to try and reason with her old friend (who she couldn’t see but assumed must be around).

“L-Louisa! Where are you? Can you hear me? Look, everything got out of control there, lets forget it, honestly I’ll make sure you don’t get into any trouble.”

Louisa announced her answer by wielding the belt and whipping it once again on Julie’s pale skin, the welt crossing the one she had caused earlier. Julie squealed again but that was cut off as Louisa cam up to Julie, yanked her black hair back and shoved a tennis ball into Julie’s mouth, shutting her up most effectively.

“Get ME INTO TROUBLE! Oh, no slut I don’t think so. I’m not going to get into any trouble. Let’s look at it, shall we? Who is going to believe you? Nobody, that’s who. I’ll tell my mummy and daddy how you a attacked me after the tennis and how I had to bravely fight you off. Within a few days I’m sure you and your dad will be ‘asked to leave’ - both his job and the house. Do you have anywhere you two losers can go? Thought not.”

Julie forgot about the pain over her body as she listened in horror to Louisa’s evil words. She was deadly serious and Julie knew that she couldn’t cost her dad his job, she couldn’t!

“Still maybe you think that won’t happen. Maybe you think daddy will believe you and not kick you and your father out. But the question you’ve got to ask is, will you risk it? I’m going to take that tennis ball out and if your first words aren’t “I deserve to be punished” then I’ll cut you down and tell daddy exactly how you attacked me, maybe I’ll cut my face a bit too and say you pulled a knife on me as well. Then you can see how well you do. But if you do say those words, if you do let me punish you, to put you in your rightful place then I will keep quiet about today. Oh and I will make you sorry for ever crossing me Julie. So what’s it going to be?”

With that Louisa lifted the ball from Julie’s gasping mouth and despite her hateful gaze at the blonde, Julie eventually lowered her eyes and spoke quietly.

“I deserve to be punished.”

Louisa looked so triumphant and smug, the evil in her essence to the fore and she positively hissed in Julie’s ear.

“Yes you do bitch, and I’m going to enjoy doing it!”

As she said that she lifted the two bolt with the twine tied to them that looped over the rafters and around Julie’s big boobs. Louisa jerked the bolts down violently and the twine tightened harshly on Julie’s tits and soon began lifting them high in the air. Julie whined as the twine tightened and her boobs ballooned and discoloured even more. The rich girl was grinning manically as she squeezed Julies boobs tighter and tighter before releasing her grip on the bolts, but the slip knot meant the majority of the pressure stayed on her tender tits.

“Not so proud of your tits now are you bitch!” snarled Louisa.

Then behind Julie Louisa picked up the belt and in rapid order dished out six swift strokes of the belt to Julie’s lower back and ass. As Julie begged for mercy Louisa came around the front and started punching her stomach before letting fly with a flurry of punches to Julie’s so exposed breasts. The pressure applied to them bringing up colourful bruising almost immediately. Before long Julie was just hanging there, kept up solely by her wrists and slipping in and out of consciousness. Louisa finally released her bonds and left her naked and helpless on the ground as she disappeared for a shovel and used it to scoop up a large and freshly produced horse shit from the nearby paddock and dumped the shovel under Julie’s face. Julie looked up groggily at the powerful smell and Louisa took the chance to place her foot on the back of Julie’s head and push her face fully into the horse shit and grind it in.

As she flounced out of the barn, happy with herself she looked over her shoulder and sang out to her defeated ex-friend.

“I’m the dominant female on this farm and don’t you EVER forget it!”

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