LIKE A RAG DOLL, Part II by Traci

 

 

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.

 

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. 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 it was my destiny to submit my self to other womens’ desires, to be enslaved by them, to serve them.

 

 

After she left me there, kneeling in the sand, watching her go, I set out to seek the adventures of my new awakening.

 

in part III, Traci joins a "catfight club"