Mary Sue Gets Squashed

by

Ronin

c2001

Mary Sue Tugood was the nicest, kindest, smartest, sweetest, cleverest,

most well-read, most talented, most dentally hygienic, freshest smelling

girl in Deer Falls. She was also the most beautiful girl in town Her

hair was a golden cloud of curls. When the sun shone on her, as it

usually did, her hair would shine as if she wore a halo. Her eyes were

the color of clear, blue lakes. Her nose was small, and pert. Her lips

were full, soft, and red. Those lucky few who had kissed her said they

tasted like strawberry jam Her body was the epitome of feminine

pulchritude. For the Miss Honeysuckle Beauty Contest, she stood two

inches over five feet, and was measured at 40DD-26-38. She, of course,

won the crown.

She was so sweet and kind that small birds would perch on her

outstretched finger. Woodland animals would gather around her to.

listen to her sing. Did I mention that she had a lovely singing voice?

It was as pure as glacial ice. She was so sweet that people with

diabetes would sometimes go into a coma, just because they were near her

Warren, her boyfriend, loved her deeply. When they made love, it was

with the sweetest, purest passion. He could not imagine loving any

other girl. Mary Sue adored Warren with a love that was pure, deep,

and strong.

Warren stood 6’ 7”, and weighed 195 pounds. He had lettered in

football, basketball, and wrestling. He was blond and blue-eyed. He

had a firm jaw and a brilliant smile. He had the IQ of a golden

retriever. His future in politics was assured.

Then, one summer day, something happened that would change Mary-Sue’s

and Warren’s lives forever. On that muggy July day, Lola Dipassion came

to town. When the dark haired girl got off the afternoon bus, the jaws

of the boys loitering at the bus station dropped. They had only seen

such a woman on the centerfolds of magazines they hid from their

mothers. She was a goddess. Every motion she made radiated a sensual

energy that was palpable. She stood six feet, two inches tall. Her

measurements were 44MM-28-38. Her hair was the color of a raven’s

wing. Her eyes were the color of jade. Five young men offered to help

her with her suit cases. She smiled at the huskiest fellow, allowing

him to carry three large pieces of luggage a block and a half to the

only hotel in town.

She was the kind of woman for whom a man would do anythig. Some men

had stolen for her. Some men had killed for her. A few had died for

her. Many had sacrificed their reputations because of her.

Lola had come to town to cool off. The big city had gotten too hot for

the femme-fatale. She had scammed some big shot out of a hundred grand,

and the guy had taken it personally. The dark haired temptress had

blown town just a few minutes before the cops got to her place.

She figured she could lay low in this hick town long enough for the

bulls to get tired of looking for her. She had enough cash to live

comfortably there. Her only fear was that she would be bored to

tears. Then she caught sight of Warren, and she knew everything would

be all right. If Lola had one weakness, it was that she always liked

good looking young men. She thought of them as puppies. They were

affectionate, stupid, and willing to do anything she asked of them.

Warren was working in the malt shop. Lola sauntered into the little

store. Her hips swayed easliy as she walked through the door.

“Hello Miss.” Warren said cheerfully, “What can I get you?”

“What do you have that’s good?” Lola asked.

“Well, we make the best ice cream sodas in town.” Warren declared

proudly.

“I’ll have on of those.” Lola decided, “Make it root beer with

chocolate.”

It was slow at the shop at that moment. Lola and Warren had some time

to talk. Within a few minutes, the small town kid was completely

hooked. He was flattered that such a gorgeous and intriguing woman

would take any interest in him. He had gotten lost in the strange

beauty’s luminous green eyes. For her part, Lola was as happy as a cat

with a bowl of cream. She saw real possibilities in this big,

good-looking lout. She would teach him things that he could not even

imagine. She would take him to heights of that ectasy he had no idea

existed.

They were so engrosed in each other that neither of them even noticed

when Mary Sue came in. She was excited. Bertha Potter’s dog had had

puppies. She had wanted Warren to help pick one out for her.

When she enthusiastically announced her news, the two at the counter

were startled. For the first time in hife, Warren was not glad to see

the blonde beauty. He immediately felt guilty about it.

Lola, on the other hand, was royally pissed, and had no conflict about

it.

“Do you mind?” the dark haired beauty said, “My new boyfriend and I

were having a conversation.”

Mary Sue smiled benignly, “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “but Warren is MY

boyfriend. There must be some mistake.”

When Lola looked at the little blonde, she smiled. Her grin was that

of a hungry tigress who has just come upon a deer.

“I didn’t see any sign on him.” the dark haired seductress said, “Maybe

he’d like to move up in class.”

“That isn’t a very nice thing to say!” accused the blonde girl, “You

aren’t a very nice person.”

“I may not be a ‘nice’ girl,” the femme fatale replied, “but I’m sure a

hell of a lot more of a women than you’ll ever be.”

As if by its own volition, Mary Sue’s dainty hand lashed out, slapping

Lola hard in the face.

A small droplet of blood appeared at the corner of Lola’s ruby lips.

The dark beauty wiped her mouth, and saw that she was bleeding. In the

next instant, Mary Sue was sitting on the floor. Lola had punched her,

sending the home town girl to the floor.

“Get up you little slut.” Lola demanded, “Get up and fight if you’ve

got the guts!”

Mary Sue was getting to her feet when Warren interceded.

“Please don’t start anything here.” he begged, “My uncle owns this

place, and he wouldn’t like it if you two started a brawl in his store.”

“I’ll fight this little slut whever you say, Honey.” Lola proclaimed,

“What do you say, Bitch? Where d’ya wanna meet?”

“Well I don’t-” the small town girl faltered.

“What’s the matter, Bitch?” the big glamour girl inquired, “You

scared?”

Mary Sue felt a rising anger boil up inside her. Before she knew what

she was saying, angry words sprang out of her mouth. “I’m not afraid of

some silicon-stuffed phony like you!”

“OK, then.” Lola goaded, “Let’s meet somewhere private, where we can

settle this woman to woman.”

“The coach gave me keys to the gym.” said Warren, “There’s a mat room

there..”

“That sounds perfect.” Lola said, “What d’ya say slut? Are you up to

taking me on?”

“You bet I am!” the little blonde said with a confidence she did not

feel.

“OK, then.” the big city girl said, “Go home and put on your least

favorite bathing suit, ‘cause I’m gonna rip it off you before I tear you

limb from limb.”

“I’ll be there, don’t you worry!” Mary Sue spoke defiantly. She

flounced out of the store.

As she walked home, a cold fear begun to grip her. What had she done?

She had never been in any sort of fight before. Now, she was about to

tangle with a woman who wanted to hurt her badly. If she didn’t show up

Warren would think she didn’t care about him, and she would lose him

forever. The small town girl had no choice but to see it through.

Once home, she put on her pink bikini. It was the one Warren liked

best. She put her rain coat over her scantily clad figure and hurried

off to the gym.

When she arrived, she found Warren and Lola already there. The dark

haired femme-fatale was wearing only a black lace bra with matching

panties and high heels. She was hanging all over the high school hero.

Warren was enjoying himself immensely. The smile on his face stretched

to both his ears.

When Mary Sue saw this, her heart fell. Lola already had the young

champion bewitched by her abundant charms. Spotting her smaller rival,

the dark haired beauty chuckled deep in her throat.. It sounded

provocative.

Lola towered over the little blonde. The big city girl looked down

at her opponent with the same interest that a hungry lioness would show

a wounded gazelle.

“I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show up.” said Lola.

“I told you I wasn’t afraid of you.” Mary Sue replied as she shed her

coat.

The big brunette sneered as she inspected her rival’s physique. “Is

this the best you could find in this burg, Warren Honey?” Lola asked.

Comtempt dripped from every syllable.

Mary Sue blushed. Nobody had ever insulted her body before. With a

scream of anger, she rushed at the big girl. She got a fist in the face

for her trouble. The whole world seemed to explode, and her taut body

turned to rubber. The little blonde would have collapsed to the mat had

not her opponent grabbed her by the hair, and kept her on her feet.

Lola casually slapped her victim backhand and forehand for two minutes.

Mary Sue could do nothing to stop this punishment. Her arms hung

uselessly at her side.

The big girl rammed her knee between the blonde’s silky thighs. Mary

Sue screamed in agony, slumping to the floor.

Lola laughed, “Oh come on now,.” she said, “The fun is just getting

started!”

Like a mother with a sleepy child, Lola picked Mary Sue up. She then

lifted the little girl above her head. The blonde groaned piteously.

She knew what was coming next. The big dark haired girl slammed the

diminutive blonde’s body to the mat. Mary Sue made a loud SMACK as she

hit the pads face first. Lola undid her rival’s top, and held it out to

show Warren, as if it were a trophy.

“Here Babe,” the dark haired femme-fatale pronounced, “something to

remember this loser by.”

The little blonde slowly got to her feet. She was in a haze of pain,

and things would only get worse. Her imposing adversary grabbed the

little girl by her tits, kneading them like two piles of dough. The

pain went through the flaxen haired schoolgirl like a jolt of

electricity Grasping the small town girl by the wrist, Lola twisted

Mary Sue’s behind her back. The blonde screamed in agony.

“That’s it, Slut!” the big city girl said, “Squeal like the pig that

you are!”

Lola forced her victim to run forward, ramming the tiny girl tit first

into a padded wall. When released, Mary Sue toppled onto her back.

Lola splashed her gorgeous body on to the defenseless young girl. If

this had been a straight wrestling match, it would have ended then and

there, but this was a fight to the finish between a kitten and a

tigress. The big brunette lay atop her broken opponent for two

minutes. Her magnificent breasts covered Mary Sue’s pretty face. Her

mouth and nose enfolded by sweaty flesh, the blonde’s lungs were starved

for oxygen. She tried to scream, but lacked the air to do so. In

another moment or two, the little country girl blacked out.

Lola got off her prey. Looking down at her beaten rival, the big dark

haired beauty was not satisfied. Once again, she hoisted the smaller

woman to her feet. She slapped the hapless little blonde to a state of

semi-consiousness, wedging her into a corner of the room.

“You look a little flabby, dear.” Lola said mockingly, “Why don’t I

tighten you up?”

For the next few minutes Lola drove her bare fists deep into Mary Sue’s

defenseless body. She lifted her knee into the petite girl’s crotch and

lower belly. Mary Sue wrapped her feeble arms around her tomentress’

slim waist, only to have her head struck by a double axe-handle. The

big, bad beauty lifted the little blonde off her feet, crushing Mary

Sue to her massive mammaries. The dark haired vixxen let her conquered

opponent fall upon her out-stretched knee. Mary Sue’s back felt as if

it were broken. Lola turned the doomed blonde onto her stomach.

Ripping the pink bikini bottoms from her well rounded buttocks, the

raven haired hoyden spanked the angelic little blonde.

Mary Sue had given up any hope of winning the fight. It had never

been a fight. Lola had turned her into an erotic rag-doll to be played

with, and then tossed aside. The big city girl had used her to

arouse Warren. Mary Sue knew that she had lost him forever. She

begged Lola to stop hurting her, but that only seemed to spur the big

girl to further degradations.

Finally, the dark haired femme-fatale tired of her sport. She threw

the naked wreck of a blonde to the floor. There, Mary Sue writhed in a

puddle of blood, sweat, and tears.

Warren had watched fascinated as his new mistress tormented and abused

his former sweetheart. Lola came to him, giving him a kiss that burned

like fire.

“C’mon Lover.” she said to him, “Lemme show you how a real woman

pleases her man”

They left Mary Sue sobbing, naked, and broken on the gym mat.