COLLEGE GIRL DOMINATION, Part II

Felicia hesitated before turning off the shower, the hot water had felt so soothing on her battered and bruised body. She toweled off softly, careful to avoid the sore spots on her ribs, her bottom, her vulva, and the numerous other areas where the blonde Noreen had pounded and kicked her so mercilessly.

She walked to her locker, drying off as she went, rubbing the towel into her soft hair, trying not to think of how pitifully she had lost, how completely Noreen had destroyed and then humiliated her in front of the crowd. Her pussy would not let her forget though. It throbbed, having been kicked, punched, and finally, fucked so brutally by the other girl, just before she pulled it out and rode her to orgasm in front of the jeering, ecstatic crowd of her own college classmates.

She sighed, and opened her locker, then sat, breathing slowly, realizing that each breath hurt, from where Noreen had slugged her stomach and stomped her while she lay writhing on the mat. She closed her eyes, trying to push the sound of the screeching crowd away, trying to erase the image of Noreen standing over her as she lay there helplessly at her feet....

Brandy, her partner, walked to her, fully dressed, and stroked her head softly.

"You ok, girl?"

Felicia nodded, draped the towel around her neck, and tried to smile.

"I'll wait for you outside, and we'll go get a couple of drinks, ok?"

"No, Brandy, but thanks. You go...I just need to be alone for a while."

Brandy looked at her, then smiled. "Ok hon. I'll talk to you later."

Felicia watched her leave, then stood up to towel off one last time before putting on her terrycloth shorts and top. Luckily, she had brought an extra pair of clean panties to change into. Noreen had tossed the other pair to the crowd after she had savaged her with the strap-on.

She toweled her hair vigorously for a few moments, then took the towel from her head. When she did, she saw Noreen standing in front of her, fully dressed.

Felicia gasped, taking in a deep breath, and instinctively took a nervous step backward. Noreen stood there, looking devestatingly beautiful in a short black slipdress and heels, like she was ready for a cocktail party. And here, Felicia, naked and red-welted, felt ready for nothing else but a chiropractor.

"Hello, pretty girl," Noreen said calmly, her arms folded under her ample cleavage.

Felicia only swallowed, and she hung the towel in front of her. Noreen stepped forward.

"Aww...you shouldn't hide such a lovely body, Felicia," Noreen said in a sultry voice. Then the blonde swiftly reached out and grabbed the towel from her and dropped it on the bench next to her.

"P--please...." Felicia whimpered backing up again, "don't h-h-hurt me...."

Noreen chuckled. "My my, you're shaking Felicia..." she stepped forward, reached out and with the back of her hand stroked the brunette's shoulder.

The naked brunette felt fear spreading through her like locusts. She looked into the beautifully sinister face of the tall blonde and could imagine nothing more than another brutal beating, here, alone, without Brandy to even try and back her up. She lost control of her bladder then, and with a sob, sent a torrent of urine splashing out from between her legs onto the tile floor. Noreen stood there, looking at her gushing pussy, as Felicia leaned back against the row of lockers and helplessly let the hot pee leave her body. She stifled a sob, and looked down at the floor in shame.

"You filthy little girl!" Noreen exclaimed. "You're not even potty-trained?? Now you're going to have to take another shower!"

Felicia didn't think she could suffer any more humiliation this night, but here she was, naked and peeing uncontrollably in front of the girl who had beaten her repeatedly and fucked her silly in front of two hundred people.

Noreen clucked and shook her head in mock disapproval, her arms folded as she watched the last drops of pee dribble from Felicia's pussy. "Don't worry, doll, I'm not going to kick your ass anymore. I came for something else. Come here." She beckoned Felicia closer with her finger. Felicia didn't move, just looked at Noreen and then closed her eyes.

"I said, come here. Do you want me to come get you?"

"n-No..." Felicia pushed herself away from the lockers and stepped out of the puddle of pee around her feet, and walked the three steps until she was directly in front of Noreen. She looked at her feet, sniffling, her breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

Noreen cupped her chin like a child. "You know you have to do what I say, don't you, girl?"

Felicia hesitated, then closed her eyes, and said, "Yes."

"Unless you want me to make you do it. Do you?"

Felicia swallowed hard. "n-No."

"Good. Get on your knees."

Felicia's eyes widened, and she looked up into Noreen's cold green eyes. She opened her mouth, trying to say something in protest, but nothing would come out.

"This shouldn't be too hard for you, Felicia. On your knees is where you spent most of the fight tonight. So, get on your knees, now."

Felicia sank to her knees, shivering. Noreen reached under her tube dress, and slid down her black lace panties, down her thighs, right past Felicia's face, and then stepped out of them. With her high heeled shoes positioned on either side of Felicia's thighs, Noreen dropped the panties on the bench next to them, and she hoisted up her tight dress, baring her lower body.

"Doing you in the ring like that with the strap-on was sweet. But as I was taking a shower, I kept thinking of how nice your mouth would feel on me. That's what I came for."

Felicia looked up, and saw a golden bush just above her.

Noreen took a handful of Felicia's dark hair. "Now put that pretty mouth to work, honey." Felicia felt her head being pulled in between Noreen's spread thighs, and suddenly the musky aroma of the blonde's cunt filled her senses and warm pussy flesh pressed against her nose and mouth.

"mmmmphhhh..." Felicia whimpered, as she put her hands on Noreen's thighs for balance. Her mouth opened, and Noreen's hooded clit was suddenly thrust into against her upper gum. She shut her eyes. She had never touched another woman's sex, and now this blonde bitch was forcing her hot vagina into her mouth and demanding pleasure.

"Lick, bitch!" she heard Noreen say above her.

Felicia's tongue slipped out in panic and began to lap nervously at the warm pussy her face was now snuggled tightly against. One side of her lower lip hurt from the vicious slaps Noreen had given her earlier, but she knew better than to complain. Noreen lifted one leg and planted her foot on the bench, opening herself wide. Felicia gasped for air as the blonde, gripping her hair, directed her face just where she wanted it, humping her crotch against her and grunting like a wild animal. Felicia's face was drenched with the beauty's copious juices. Naked and on her knees, her surrender was complete, and she had accepted the fact that she was going to have to bring Noreen to orgasm before having any chance of ending this nightmare. She licked and sucked dutifully, the immersed in the humiliation as if she were drowning in a bath.

Noreen seized up, her body hot and fragrant, and she moaned, her sounds of ecstasy echoing in the empty locker room, as she climaxed with Felicia's face glued to her pussy. Felicia squealed with effort, hanging on to Noreen's bare hips as they bucked and shuddered, until the blonde finally released her. Felicia dropped her head, both hands on the floor by her knees as she recovered her breath, strands of Noreen's fluid hanging from her chin.

Suddenly, Noreen's fist was holding a bunch of her hair again, and Felicia was brought back up to her kneeling position. She opened her eyes, and saw that Noreen had turned around, her smooth round ass open wide in front of her.

"Lick," Noreen commanded again, and pulled her face between her ass cheeks. Felicia moaned as she felt her lips press against the puckered asshole of her tormentor. "French kiss me there," Noreen went on.

Felicia gulped down her sobs as she licked, sucked, and tongued Noreen's asshole like a long lost lover.

"Yeaaahhhhhh," she heard Noreen whisper as she lathered the puckered opening with her mouth.

Noreen turned around again, looking down at her, breathing hard. She said nothing, and Felicia looked up at her, uncertain.

"Oh goddd," Noreen said, her eyes blazing, "Here it comes again....." she pulled Felicia's face into her pussy again, and swamped her in more of her gooey emanations as she came yet again.

Finally, slowly, she lowered her foot from the bench and let go of the brunette's semi-damp hair.

"Yes, that's what I came in here to get." She traced Felicia's mouth with her finger, and a strand of her own sticky sex fluids stuck to her fingernail as it rounded Felicia's pink lips. "And when I want something from you, you'll give it, isn't that right Felicia?"

The naked beauty knelt in front of her blonde victress and nodded weakly. "Yes, Noreen," she said, her voice thin with exhaustion and submission.

Noreen pointed to the towel. "Clean me. Get that slimy saliva of yours out of my ass first," she said matter-of-factly. She turned and bent over, and Felicia took the towel from the bench and, like a slave, cleaned and dried Noreen's ass with the towel. She did the same with her pussy, toweling and patting it gently, and looked up at Noreen for approval.

"Good girl." She pulled on her lacy underwear as Felicia knelt there, panting. "Don't forget to clean up your disgraceful mess in the corner, my little kitty."

Felicia shuddered from the humiliation of Noreen reminding her of her peeing accident.

Noreen smiled at her, turned, and walked out, her heels clicking on the floor.

Felicia, weak and totally unraveled emotionally, took a long time to get up, sit in front of her locker, and dress to leave.

**************

She dressed as if in a zombie-state, so devestated she was from the trauma of the evening. When she stepped outside in her cute, terrycloth shorts and top, Noreen had just finished signing an autograph for some fans and had climbed into a friend's car to leave. Felicia saw the crowd of fight fans, mostly freshmen and sophs, and lowered her head, making a quick beeline for her car. Hoots, catcalls, and humiliating comments rained down on her, but she just kept walking.

"Aw who cares.." she heard a female voice said, "I got her panties!"

Felicia slowed thinking that she just let them have them, but then, she didn't want her panties becoming a trophy on campus. She wanted this night to be over.

She lifted her eyes and saw a punky brunette of about nineteen holding her panties up in the air, giggling with a group of her friends, both male and female. She took a few steps towards her.

"Let me have them, please," she said, holding out her hand.

The punkster had short hair, and silver rings piercing her lip, nose, and eyebrow. She wore a black sleeveless top and a short midriff top and a black pleated miniskirt.

"Fuck you, loser," the girl crowed, "the girl who beat your ass tossed them in the crowd, and I caught them. They're mine now." More laughter erupted from the circle of friends, and Felicia smiled patiently.

"Look, stop playing and let me have them back."

The punky brunette took a step backward and stuffed the panties in the waist of her skirt. "You want 'em, bitch? Come get 'em!" She held up her hands, karate style.

Felicia rolled her eyes. After fighting Luana and Noreen, this scrawny punk girl would be like squashing a bug. She lunged forward, reaching for the panties, and the girl rocketed her fist into Felicia's already sore stomach.

"Uhhhhhhh," Felicia groaned, not really expecting a fight at all. She fought the urge to bend over, and backslapped the punk girl, hoping there was enough zest behind her swing to tear that silly silver ring out of her lip. The girl's head snapped, but it didn't seem to faze her. She grinned, wound up, and sent a fist crashing into Felicia's mouth.

Felicia staggered back, and instantly got another punch to the stomach, this time hitting her square in the solar plexus. She moaned, and doubled over, sucking air. Her body was already tortured and exhausted from her beating, fucking, and then, Noreen's unannounced visit to her locker. She couldn't take much more, and her mind fought for a defensive move to make to try and even the score.

"No fuckin' rules out here, baby," the punk girl yelled, and delivered an upper cut that slammed up into Felicia's nose, sending her reeling backwards and crashing onto the pavement.

"uuunnhhhhhhhhgodddddd....." Felicia moaned, holding her face, just as the wild punk bitch stood over her by her head, and grabbed her hair. Felicia tried feebly to reach up and dislodge the girl's grip, but the short skirted teenager stomped her breast with a black loafer, punishing her sore nipples and making it even harder for her to regain her breath. Felicia fought the panic as she lay there, thinking, omigod, here I am getting beat up for the second time tonight! She realized that blood was leaking from nostril into her mouth. A second stomp arrived just then, on her opposite tit, and then a third, into her abdomen, just above her mound. She wheezed, jacknifed, and then lay there, listless and gasping, her arms out to her sides in surrender.

The young punker leaned down and studied her face suddenly, and Felicia said a silent thanks for the brief break in her agony.

"Oh shit man!" The girl yelled, waving her friends over, "look at this!" The girl plucked something from Felicia's chin, and the dazed, beaten Felicia had no idea what was going on, she only took the moment to suck air into her starved lungs, her body pulsating with pain.

"Look at this shit!" The punker yelled, holding up something in her fingers, "Blonde hairs!!" Then she knelt down, put her face near Felicia's, and sniffed deeply. "Goddamm! This bitch has been eating pussy!"

The crowd that had gathered hooted and howled with delight, and several of the punk girl's friends gathered around to look closely at the hair. One of them leaned down to the wounded brunette and sniffed just as the other girl had.

"Ohh, yep! She's been eating pussy all right!" Boys and girls shrieked in laughter and high-fived each other over Felicia's stricken frame, and the punk girl took a fistful of Felicia's hair.

"I'll bet she ate Noreen!" the punkster--who everyone was calling, "Donna," cried out. "There weren't any other blondes in that ring tonight! Let's brand her for what she is, then!"

She rolled Felicia over onto her tummy, receiving little resistance, only a feeble kick and a groan, which her triumphant foe ignored. The pierced cutie pulled Felicia's shorts and panties down together, working them down to her knees, imprisoning her legs should Felicia get any thoughts about getting up. Then she took Felicia's purse, opened it, and held it upside down. She shook it and the ground next to the fallen brunette was showered with all her personal belongings.

"Ah!" Donna exclaimed, "Just what I was looking for..." she bent over and picked up a tube of red lipstick and twisted it open. Then she sat on Felicia's legs, and patted her round ass. With her friends circling in delightful astonishment, Donna wrote, "pussy" on one ass cheek, and "eater" on the other.

She got up, to the hoots and cheers of her friends, and moved in front of a sobbing Felicia, who had no idea what was on her ass.

"You want your stank-ass panties back, bitch, then you can have 'em. Here--" Donna stuffed the panties into Felicia's open mouth, and stood up, admiring her handywork.

A flash, then another went off, and Felicia realized, as she lay there beaten and humiliated again, that someone had taken pictures of her.

"Ohhhh I want copies of those!" she heard Donna yell. Then everyone split up, leaving Felicia splayed, bare-assed, beaten and marked on the pavement.

Once she stopped hearing cars leave, she slowly pulled the panties from her mouth. Blood from her split lip had soaked into them.

A female security guard came by and saw her, and ran to her.

"Here, honey I'll help you..."

Felicia looked at her and saw that the guard was looking at her ass cheeks, and then back at her. The female guard said nothing, and helped her up to a sitting position, and slowly helped her pull her shorts and panties back up.

"Heyyy," the guard said, "weren't you the girl fighting tonight?"

Felicia's heart sank for at least the fifth time tonight. She just nodded weakly. Here this youg woman saw her get her ass kicked in the ring, and now sees her beaten and left like dirty laundry in the parking lot.

The guard stared at her, then decided not to say any more, except, "You shouldn't drive. I'll give you a ride home."

Felicia mumbled through swollen lips. "Thanks, I'd appreciate that."

"C'mon," the shapely officer said, putting her arm around Felicia. She helped her to her car, and they left.