The Great Room was piled with students and faculty. 
 
A terrific rumor had spread throughout the College that a growing animosity between a student and a professor had developed into a fierce competition between two divas.  For weeks there had been whisperings and suspicions about exactly who and exactly where, but until that morning, no one had been absolutely certain of the exact players.
 
The day had dawned warm and clear, but had quickly clouded up.  The temperature outside was rising.  The heavily covered sky did nothing to reduce the heat of the summer sun.  If anything, it had trapped the sultry, moist air, and brought a thin film of sweat to the skin of all assembled.
 
Above the college, the skies moved in swirling shades of gray.  The pendulous clouds churned in anger, mimicking the two women about to face off after weeks of posturing and shove matches.  Soon, fat, heavy drops would begin littering the pavement outside the school.
 
The assembled crowd was anxious.  Their mounting anticipation had been fueled by vicious gossip about the two contenders. Until this morning, all anyone had known about the upcoming fight was that it involved a student and a teacher. The natural type of chatter had been circulating: Students pondering which perky little teeny bopper would be facing off with which elderly matron, Professors quietly observing every interaction around them, attempting to discern things discretely.
 
None were prepared for the vision that greeted the early arrivals that morning in the parking lot. 
 
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The silver Ford Explorer pulled slowly into the faculty parking lot, as several dozen students and professors were idly milling about. The chrome rims glinted in spite of the clouded skies. It had made the trip to the college hundreds of times, but this time, its journey’s intent was not teaching.  As the truck made its way to a spot and parked, several students looked up.  The SUV sat there, but no one got out.  All were on edge, having heard that today would be "THE DAY" and every little thing out of the ordinary was cause to draw attention.  A few curious souls walked over to see if there anything of interest to observe.  Indeed there was.
 
The approaching inquisitive students were the first to be rewarded with this vision: The driver's door swung slowly open.  From within the vehicle, visible under the edge of the car door, descended a shiny, red, high heeled boot. Immediately after, its match joined it.  A red gloved hand grasped the side of the door, and in one movement, the door swung shut as the woman stepped forward.  Student mouths were agape, as the realization of what they were seeing hit them full force.

The once sweet, gentle, and favored, College for Dummies Professor, Marilyn, stood before the assembled.  She strutted slowly and deliberately by, as they gazed in awe at the majestic Amazon before them.  The red leather boots rose above her knees, and from there, her legs were adorned with black fishnet stockings up to her muscular thighs. Her chiseled abs were visible under the tight corset, which shoved the 46 year old instructor’s breasts up and together, making her already generous blushing cleavage heave with every breath.

With her red gloved hands on her hips, the College for Dummies Professor’s upper arms were a fantastic display of strength and power. The fully developed biceps appeared to flex on their own, and led the eye up to muscular, broad shoulders, which immediately revealed exactly to what extent the previously soft mannered Professor had been hitting the gym. As she strutted past, the gawking observers noted the rippling musculature in her legs, and the defined lines of her back. Weeks of power lifting, squat thrusts, and bench presses had paid off well. The crowd parted with gasps and watched, as Marilyn made her way into the college entrance.

News travels fast, particularly when it relates to ill doing. Within minutes, there was not a student, professor, or staff member at the College who did not know about the Professor’s magnificent entrance.

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High above the school, the embroiled clouds began to betray their anger with ominous groaning and rumbling. The outdoor crowd started to head for the cover of the college, hoping to avoid impending doom from above.

Suddenly, a blue white flash of light struck behind the crowd. The simultaneous crack of impact was so powerful, it could not be heard – only felt. The strike raised hairs, and caused feet to tingle and go numb. The several dozen students and teachers turned back around to see where the lightning had touched down. What they saw surprised and shocked them more than the vision five minutes earlier.

Smoke wafted from a crater where Marilyn ’s silver Explorer had been moments ago. In the pit of the crater stood the daughter of Thor himself, Thrudr, blasted down to Earth on a lightning bolt crafted by Mjollnir itself. As the wind violently whipped away the smoke, the masses realized this was not Thor and Sif’s daughter, but one very like her, a Valkyrie of unparalleled strength and beauty. Golden haired, she stood straight, proud, and cocky. Not many students knew this woman, but nearly all had seen her figure slink through the hallways over the last two years. The gathered professors, however, responded with a collective gasp of recognition, even as the scent of ozone lingered in their nostrils.

The bright, academically aggressive, but ever charming, Carina stepped up out of the crater. A force to behold, the bold and striking siren was a vision in pure black. Black thigh high boots with stiletto heels graced her legs, hiding the strong, lean muscles beneath. A tight black corset allowed a peek of white round haunches from underneath. The strength of her physique was clear, even beneath the leather she wore. Uncountable miles ridden in the sun and heat had seasoned her, and made her strong and lean. This blonde beauty was built to go the distance. Her long mane was caught up, but disobedient tresses fell down out of place, and throughout the parking lot, came murmurings of admiration, comparison, and blood-lust for the upcoming face off.

The whispering was quickly silenced. Students and Professors alike noticed the black riding crop being slapped across Carina’s palm. The rhythm of the leather pad hitting skin mesmerized the crowd, and they watched as the powerful and threatening blonde slowly and deliberately began to make her way to the college’s front doors.

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Through the front doors of the college the blonde student confidently strode, the slap, slap, slap of her black crop keeping pace with the sound of her heels on the tile floor. Cocky, she breezed past security, who just stared with mouths agape. Through financial aid, and then towards Academics she walked, looking neither to the left nor the right, eyes fixed straight ahead. She entered Academics in time for a bevy of professors to turn in shock. It had been a stammering group minutes before, who had observed their colleague Marilyn strut through, but now they were speechless.

Carina stepped through the lingering Professors. She looked around at every professorial face, but could not find the one she was looking for. She made her way towards Marilyn’s cubicle. The room fell to a deadly silence; all eyes and ears turned towards the back of the room. She arrived at the last cubicle to find Marilyn waiting.

Marilyn rose from her chair, and turned to face Carina. The natural blonde and the hair-dyed brunette stood face to face, tits to tits. The exchanged looks of unfettered hatred between the two women were unmistakable. Both women trembled with absolute rage, and both were clearly fearless.

“How dare you approach my cubicle! This area isn’t for students! Wench, get in the hallway!” shouted Marilyn. Instead of turning tail and leaving, Carina took a step closer in, and looked Marilyn straight in the eye

“How dare YOU go after MY man!” she growled.

“Your what? What in the hell are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I am talking about, Marilyn,” Carina said, “He is my treasure and my prize, and you will not take him from me! I have worked long and hard on breaking him and taking his submission. How dare YOU try to take my slave!”

“I have done nothing of the sort,” Marilyn replied, sneering at the little blonde.

“Bullshit, bitch! He has told me everything! You have been flirting with him, touching his arms, and grabbing his wrist to keep him from leaving. I have seen you with my own eyes, heaving your mounds at him, distracting him with by blushing all the way down to your pink nipples, and flashing your blue eyes at him. Now, where is he? No where to be found. What have you done with my Tesoro??”

“What? Some Mistress you are. Don’t you even know where your slave is? How do I even know he belongs to you? I may have claimed free property. He was not even wearing a collar. What a sorry Mistress you purport yourself to be. That man needs a REAL mistress. What proof do you have that he belongs to you?”

The professors and staff were completely baffled. They could neither understand, nor believe what they were hearing. Even less, could they believe, when Carina pulled out a picture, which she tossed down on Marilyn’s desk.

“Here you go, slut. My slave kneels before me. You stole my property before it was even collared.”

The inquisitive onlookers tried to determine the identity of the crouched slave, but it was impossible.

Marilyn laughed, her scornful eyes glaring at Carina. “Nice picture, skank. See how you like THIS one!”

Carina looked in horror at the picture Marilyn flourished. There, laying in chains, and locked in a cage, was her beloved Tesoro. Carina felt unbridled fury rise inside her. She saw nothing but red, and felt nothing but uncontrollable rage.

Carina raised both hands and roughly shoved the CFD instructor back over her desk chair. Marilyn stumbled, but quickly regained her balance and barreled her muscular left shoulder hard into Carina’s midsection. Marilyn’s weeks of pumping iron had built her up into a veritable powerhouse. She sent the lithe blonde flying across to the small conference room across from the cubicle.

The impact was rough. Carina had been taken completely by surprise, and slammed headfirst into a chair. She now lay slumped over the conference room table. Marilyn strode into the conference room, and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair. She looked away, smiling at the professors, who had all crowded around the little room to see what would happen next.

Big mistake.

Carina suddenly put on a burst of power, clenched her fist, and swung up as hard as she could, catching Marilyn right in her unprotected gut. She smacked it into the center of M’s bare, white belly, grinding her knuckles into the smooth silky skin. Despite her strong abs, the blow was hard, and M doubled over to catch her breath, letting go of the long blonde mane to hold her stomache.

“Bitch! I’ll see you in the Great Room in ten minutes. Winner takes all!”

Marilyn shot daggers with her eyes as Carina walked off to change. Marilyn intended to rip every stitch of clothes off Carina. Carina was just aiming for the stupid little jacket Marilyn always hid behind.

The women retreated to separate ladies rooms to remove their sexy entrance wear, and don their fight clothes.

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Entrances

The Great Room was more packed than ever. No one wanted to miss a thing. In the center of the room was a massive boxing ring, and a ref awaiting the fighters.

The first of the savage catfighters entered the room. Marilyn danced around the room, jabbing at the air, as the crowd exploded into screams and cheers. Her jeans were wrapped tightly around her buttocks, and curve up to her waist, and her boxing top squeezed her blushing teats up and together, adding to her already massive cleavage. The older Professor took a tour around the room, stopping to tap her gloves to her colleagues along the way. Her luscious breasts were finally freed of the stupid jackets she always wore to hide them during her classes, but her boxing top was still keeping them restrained. One look and anyone could see those puppies straining to be set completely free.

Marilyn proceeded to the ring, and slid between the ropes. She took another pre-emptive victory lap inside the ring, and raised both gloves high to signal her pending trouncing of Carina.

Overhead, the thickening clouds rumbled again. A shot of light and an explosion came from overhead, and suddenly the room was plunged into darkness. Lightning flickered repeatedly, like a strobe light, and tingled the tinted hairs on the back of Marilyn’s head.

All stood stock still, except for one lone figure, making her way to the ring. Each flash of lightning illuminated her way. In silence she intently strode towards the ring, and then stood, leaning into the ropes, and stared Marilyn down like prey. Carina’s cold, emotionless eyes tracked Marilyn as she moved from the center where she had been strutting so proudly moments ago, over to her corner to await Carina’s entrance into the ring itself. The student’s ass curved lusciously in her tight jeans, showing off her bodacious curves and unnerving strength. The crowd, still silent, could feel the tension and utter hatred in the air, hanging on like the scent of ozone. Carina climbed into the ring, and stalked her way over to her own corner, distrustful eyes never leaving the CFD Prof for even a second.

Both women stood in their prospective corners, glaring at each other, and awaiting the bell.

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The ref looked at the two women, and gave his regular warnings of fair fighting and no dirty stuff. No one in the room believed it for a minute, though. Everyone knew both of the women would have a few things up their sleeves.

Marilyn and Carina would not even touch gloves before the match.

The bell rang, and the women charged. It was a brutal initial clash, with fists and hair flying in a furious blur. Carina’s gloves shot rapid fire into Marilyn’s torso, as she began her work by causing as much rib damage as possible. Marilyn was absorbing the blows pretty well, and landed several hard jabs into Carina’s chin. After about the sixth or seventh fist pounding, Carina started to look a little woozy and unsteady, though. The blonde fighter shook it off, and fired a series of blows at M. Marilyn parried most of them, but one connected hard with her left tit, hitting her hard in the nipple. She grunted the pain off, and punched Carina in the head. As soon as Carina dropped her right to attempt another rib shot, the Southpaw responded with blows to her head, to her left breast, and then her head again, all connecting with deadly force. The right side of Carina’s face was turning red from taking the repeated heavy blows. She pulled up her right just in time to block a severe left upper cut that would have surely knocked her out. Instead, it spun the blonde around, and she smacked into the turnbuckle, wobbling in front of it, her back foolishly turned.

Marilyn jumped on the mistake, and delivered several nasty direct blows right up Carina’s ass and into her sciatica. Carina howled her pain, and collapsed backwards across the apron, back arched as the pain shot through her. Marilyn laughed as Carina writhed below. She walked over as the ref looked at the rowdy crowd, and delivered a brutal, solid kick right into Carina’s ribs. The blonde curled up, as M turned and jiggled her blushing, haughty breasts to the screaming crowds of students and teachers.

Marilyn returned to where Carina lay, now flat out on the mat. She raised her leg up high, and shot the heel of her boot hard towards Carina’s cunt. At the last moment, Carina twisted out of the path of the heel, and delivered an incredibly strong punch directly into the College for Dummies clit! Now it was the brunette’s turn to scream, as she doubled over, holding her throbbing crotch. Carina crawled over to the ropes, and pulled herself back up, and regained her balance, as she watched Marilyn with disgust and distain. Clearly, Carina had underestimated Marilyn, after the last several bitch-spats’ effortless trouncings.

Marilyn looked up, gave Carina a searing look of hate, and charged. The powerhouse barreled into Carina again, a la conference room style of only moments before, and slammed the lithe blonde onto the mat. She jumped on top of Carina, and tried to pin her. Carina reached up, and grabbed two huge fistfuls of Marilyn’s tinted hair, as Marilyn punched her in the nose with her heavy left.

So endeth the first round, as the bell signaled a merciful break for Carina. The two women broke, and reported to their corners for water.

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The professors and students howled in their catlust frenzy as the bell for round two rung. Once again, the two tigresses lunged across the apron at each other. Marilyn swung with her super left, but now Carina was wise to the attack. She kept her gloves up to protect her face, and waited out the mini barrage of blows. After a few seconds, Carina could sense the speed waning.

Marilyn had exhausted herself in round one. Failing to pace herself, she had gone all out in her initial attack, also wasting precious energy on flitting about the ring showing off her generous and blushing cleavage.

Carina crouched into a protective yet aggressive stance, and began peppering the older professor with rapid fire blows to the gut. She smartly kept close to Marilyn, working her punches tight to her own body. The work she had done on M’s ribs in round one had made her midsection tender, and the renewed attack was smarting Marilyn. Marilyn started backing away from the painful blows, but Carina stepped forward into her every inch of the way,

After working on M’s gut and rib cage, the blonde moved up her torso, and blasted the glorious tits with both fists, trying to flatten them. She kept up the speed and intensity of the blows, and managed to back Marilyn into the corner. Several vicious blows later, and Marilyn’s orbs were coming loose from her boxing top. Instinctively, she lowered her gloves to protect her mounds, and that was when Carina made her move.

Carina blasted the beautiful Prof square in the face; the next blow knocked her head back and into the turnbuckle. Not letting up, Carina boxed M’s ears, first the left, then the right, always keeping her other glove close, to protect her own face and body in between swings. Marilyn swung back, trying to land one, but she was off her pace, and Carina ducked; the effort was wasted. Carina moved back in, going for upper cuts to M’s Jaw. Marilyn brought her gloves back up to protect her face and upper body. Carina again curled down, lowered her chin, and unleashed an attack on Marilyn’s bruised lower ribcage. She moved her blows lower, and around the sides. The kidney punches were brutal. Carina watched Marilyn struggling to breathe, her breasts rising and falling with each expansion of her ribcage. Marilyn began to slump down against Carina, and the blonde started to bash her right in the head. She left out an “OOMPHHH…. OOMPHH…” with each hit.

The ref pulled the two women apart, just as the bell rang, signaling the end of the second round. This time, it rang mercifully for Marilyn, who was battered and bruised, after the beating she took from the lowly student.

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The fighters retired to their stools in their respective corners for face grease and water. Marilyn had her ribs checked fast – they didn’t seem broken, and she was cleared for round three. Marilyn spit her water, and tossed some across her chest. The cool water made her nipples immediately more erect. Carina was wiped after that round, and took a bit of water. She was thirsty, and instead of spitting it out, she took a chance on cramps, and drank a few sips. The sweat ran from her neck, and down over her cleavage. The 36C tits were glistening, and heaving with every breath she took.

The third bell rang to the renewed cheers of the wild crowd. Carina and Marilyn returned to the center of the ring, thirsting for blood. Carina resumed her relentless attack on Marilyn’s midsection, striking her ribs and kidneys without giving any quarter. Marilyn strangely just kept her arms and gloves in a defensive posture, protecting her tender ribs, and moving with the blows Carina delivered. An odd expression played across her face, and then a wicked smile as the blonde slowed, shook her head, and slowed some more. Carina shook her head again, as if her vision had gotten blurry. Marilyn jumped; the moment she had been anticipating was here. Her left fist pounded Carina right in the eye, and Carina started stumbling, holding both sides of her woozy head. M knocked the hot little blonde with an upper cut to the jaw, and laughed as her eyes rolled around, and she faltered backwards across the ring.

Carina could not think, and could not get her body to respond. As Marilyn punched her in the belly, over and over, the sickening feeling grew overwhelming, and Carina broke out into a full sweat. Before Carina could even register what was happening, Marilyn’s punches drove into her lower back, the knuckles grinding into her flesh right over her kidney.

“Feeling sick, Bitch? Why don’t I help you loosen that top?” Marilyn ripped and pulled and tugged at Carina’s boxing top, trying to get it off. She managed to pull it down past her milky white tits. As soon as everyone saw those mounds come free, they screamed and cheered for more. Marilyn shoved Carina up into the turnbuckle, and boxed her sweet creamy tits over and over, using them as her own personal speed bags. Marilyn slammed blow after blow into Carina, bruising and flattening her magnificent orbs into black and blue pancakes, Carina could barely keep upright, as the disturbing possibility that her water may have been poisoned began to creep up on her.

Marilyn paused her pummeling, and stepped off for a moment. Carina was gripping the ropes and holding her head. She slumped over, beaten, dizzy, and nauseous from the tainted water she had sipped. Marilyn strutted off, and raised her gloves to the crowd for approval – which was vociferously given!! Without warning, Marilyn raced to Carina, and yanked her hard by the arm, whipping her around, then tossing her down like a rag doll onto the apron.

Carina went flying, and slammed down hard into the center of the ring. Her once proud teats were deflated and wrecked, and she was on the verge of getting sick in front of everyone. Marilyn strode over, and bent down over the defeated student. She took a lock of long blonde hair, and wrapped it around her fist, pulling tight. Marilyn yanked Carina up by her hair, and dragged her around the ring, parading her like a dog. Carina was helpless to do a thing about it. The water had indeed been poisoned. Not enough to kill, but enough to weaken her, and give M an extreme advantage. Marilyn forced the beaten blonde down to her knees in front of the howling crowd, and stood in front of her, shaking her huge melons in Carina’s face, humiliating her before the entire school.

Marilyn spun Carina around fast, and got off four or five belly punches, before the bell rang ending the round.

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Carina slumped down on her stool. She was dizzy and sick, and the Great Room was spinning uncontrollably. She did not dare take anything, for fear of becoming weaker still. Although the fast acting drug’s effects were beginning to ease, she was incredibly weakened, and physically destroyed. Her breasts were aching from M’s relentless beating, and her stomache would surely give way if M landed even one more shot in her belly.

Across the ring, Marilyn lounged lazily, feigning exhaustion, and mocking Carina’s obvious impending defeat. She was hungry for the next round to begin; before the poison could wear off, she needed to finalize her victory over this inferior student, bring her to her knees once and for all, and claim Carina’s tesoro for her own. She could not wait to humiliate Carina in front of him; indeed, in front of the world.

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Round 4

It was almost to Carina’s dismay that the fourth round started. She tried to clear her vision, but the drugs had left her dazed and uncoordinated. She stumbled forward into the fight pit, intent on focusing on the woman before her. She tried to muster her strength, and came out wildly swinging, but had no real control over her arms and the punches were weak. Marilyn easily parried every one, laughing all the while.

Marilyn pounced on Carina and shoved her once again to the floor. Carina tried to protest the violation of the boxing rules, but clearly the ref didn’t care; he was too enthralled with watching M’s enormous boobs jiggle and sway with every swing of her fists. Marilyn ran up and kicked Carina in the gut, then in the ribs. Carina clawed her way across the apron and over to the edge of the ring. The kick in her belly had done what she feared; Carina lost the contents of her stomache in a single violent retch. The students and professors nearby pulled back in disgust. The good effect was that with the tainted water now out, Carina instantly felt her head beginning to clear.

Instead of jumping back into the fray with Marilyn, Carina waited, with her head hanging down, catching her breath and resting. Behind Carina, Marilyn strutted and preened. She showed off her lightly freckled, sweet blushing teats, and intently bounced them up and down as she did her little faux victory dance. The room continued its lustful howling, and the brunette Professor decided the time had come to deliver the final humiliation to the student at her feet.

Marilyn shredded Carina’s boxing top in one fell swoop, leaving her with nothing but her jeans on. She peeled the clinging material from Carina’s perfectly battered breasts, fully exposing each breast and nipple. Carina’s senses had returned, but she allowed the teacher to begin her assault. Marilyn then ripped off Carina’s tight jeans. She grabbed the blonde by one arm, and swung her violently into the ropes, and held out her arm in a classic wrestling position, so she could clothesline Carina on her way back.

Carina flew back off the ropes at a furious rate of speed, and at the last moment, she ducked, and slammed her right shoulder directly into Marilyn’s belly. Now it was Marilyn who went flying backwards across the ring. Marilyn looked in shock at the renascent student. Her look of surprise quickly vanished. Marilyn came at Carina with renewed rage. As she charged, Carina stepped to the side, and quickly grasped Marilyn’s arm. Now it was the professor who was swung into the ropes, and as she came bouncing back, the two women collided with deadly force. Carina ripped at Marilyn’s clothes, pulling off her top, and in a few seconds, the CFD professor upper body was as completely defrocked as the student’s.

Carina laughed at the semi nude prof standing before her, and the crowd stared in new found awe of the student.

Carina was still quite weak from the merciless beating she had taken at Marilyn’s hands, though. Marilyn slammed her powerful left into Carina’s right cheek, and followed up with an upper cut that hit with such impact that Carina thought her jaw would break. Marilyn was not going to let Carina catch her breath again, and continued to slam her fists into her tits, belly, and down to her cunt.

Carina fell to her knees, clutching her bruised pussy. Marilyn threw off her gloves, and then started kicking Carina all over her tits and back, all the time cursing her. Carina was wobbly, and seemed nearly finished. Marilyn stood over her and grabbed her big tits causing her to scream like a banshee. Suddenly, and without warning, Carina's fist shot up and landed with a thud right on the point of M's pubic bone. Marilyn went white, let out a choked cry and collapsed to the floor, moaning loudly.

Carina dropped down to the mat with her elbow pointed at Marilyn’s lower back. Immediately upon impact, the onlookers closest to the edge of the ring could hear the loud grunt form Marilyn, and an unmistakable crack from her ribs. Marilyn ignored the cracked rib, and swung up at Carina, who took only a glancing blow from her. The student flipped Professor around, and used her powerful legs to put the prof into a choker hold. Marilyn struggled valiantly, but could not get free.
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Carina ripped off her boxing gloves, and went for M bare fisted, before the bell had barely been struck. Carina’s blood lust was at a fever high. All holds were now barred, and she was determined to destroy M before the bell rang again.
The clash was brutal.  M was rallying again, but Carina was furiously reckless, holding nothing back.  At impact, she grabbed M by the back of her head, and rammed her forehead directly into M's, head butting her so hard that the CFD prof saw stars for a few moments. 
Carina disarmed the stunned prof, and kneed her right in the pussy.  She clenched her fists as hard as she could and began pounding the crap out of M. She smacked a right into M's stomach, a left into her ribs, and another right into her lower abdomen right on the thong line. She pounded M’s entire abdomen, sinking a left deep into her lower belly, and a right into the navel. Then, swinging her shoulders, she relentlessly pistoned lefts and rights into M's perfect glistening body, softening up her upper abdomen and stomach, then turning her attention back to M's orbs, turning them black and blue. M shook with each punch, her head lolling from side to side. Carina beat her and beat her,  vicious and cruel.
Carina let go for a moment, and  M tried to shake off the pain of the attack.  She lunged for her rival, clawing at her face and ripping at the blonde hair.  Carina pulled out hanks of M's hair, weakened as it was from using hair dye.
The women locked fists around each other’s hair, but it was the student who was schooling the Professor. Keeping her tight grip on M's tinted locks, she bent the prof down into her rising knee. Over and over again, she brought up her left leg, and kneed M directly in her right teat, bruising her tender areolae.
M backed away from the assault, and tried to throw a kick at Carina’s head. Carina moved too quickly for her, caught M’s leg under her left arm, and punched at her cunt with her bare right fist. M hobbled on one leg for a few seconds. Carina punched her cunt again and this time, M fell down hard, face down on the floor.
Carina flipped M over and pummeled her. She hit M’s bared and blushing tits without mercy, and landed a left to the right nipple, pounding it directly into M’s fleshy orb. M screamed again, so Carina slapped her in the mouth. Carina began to lash each of M's enormous D cup breasts with her fists, tenderizing M's breast meat.  She yanked M's arm around, twisting it painfully behind her back, trying to dislocate the prof's shoulder.
Carina leapt on top of M’s back, pinned her against the floor, and started punching her kidneys. M screamed, and twisted her body to the side, throwing Carina’s back against the floor. The brunette wrapped her legs around Carina’s thighs and squeezed them tightly. M’s powerful left arm locked around Carina’s throat, while the right punched her creamy breasts.
"You’re not getting your man back from me!" M shouted, punching Carina’s tits again. "Submit!"
Carina rammed the back of her head into M’s nose, three times in a row, bruising the bridge, and causing a little rivulet of blood to flow. It stunned the brunette fighter long enough for Carina to wiggle away and stand up.
Carina quickly got to her feet, shaking her head, and locked onto M’s eyes. The blonde student advanced on the professor, firing a quick fake-out punch at her ribs. Carina followed this with a deadly arching kick. Her heel sliced lightly into M’s left breast, cutting the skin. M stared down at her chest. A trail of red appeared just above her nipple.

"You fucking bitch!" M roared, and kicked at Carina’s head. Her foot went crashing into Carina’s ear.
Carina snarled and smashed her bare fist across M’s stunning face, snapping M’s head to the side. The entire Great Room all saw a dribble of red fall from her lips, and the College for Dummies Instructor  slammed down onto the apron yet again.
The bell signaling the end of round 5 rang, but the two women were too possessed by uncontrollable choler to stop. Both of the furious women continued their relentless battling. The timekeeper rang the bell over and over, but both he and the ref had completely lost control of the women, and the fight would not pause or end until one was crippled and defeated by the other.
Drawing breath, Carina took stock of her work so far, and raised her arms in a show of dominance. She let M slowly recover, at least enough to continue. Carina took the hair dyed brunette in a camel clutch and almost wrenched a submission out of the beautiful but beaten professor. Carina listened as M begged for mercy, but she refused to end M's torment.   The student pulled back hard on M; so hard that M thought her neck would crack.  She rallied again, and managed to slip free of Carina's grasp. Gaining her footing was too arduous after her near choking. It was an effort for M to even rise to her knees.

Kneeling opposite each other, M summoned all her resolution to try to fight off Carina. She tried a slap, but Carina caught her arm, knife edged her extended upper arm, then twisted it, forcing it behind her shoulders. The next thing she knew, M was back on the floor again, flat on her belly with Carina straddling her. Carina slid her knee back, then drove it hard into M’s round ass, setting her bare ass cheek quivering. Again Carina drove her knee into M, this time into her side and lower back. M screamed, and struggled back up to her knees before the blonde student.
M moaned and spit out blood from her mouth, the beating slowly diminishing her bravado. Carina was surprised that M was still able to get up to her knees. Any lesser woman would have collapsed by now. She drew back her bared fist, now smeared with M’s blood, and smashed it into M’s beautiful face again, her hard knuckles cutting open her cheek just under her left eye. This time her beautiful victim toppled over almost in slow motion, for the last time, to fall on her side like a limp pile of rags.
M slumped onto her belly, her beautiful body convulsing, unable to resist or speak. The side of her face lay flat on the floor, where a pool of blood soon began to form. M began to stir, so Carina flipped her over, and locked her sweet thighs around M's neck.  The student drew her fist back, and punched down into the professor’s belly. M went still again. Carina leaned over the length of M's bare sweaty torso. She watched the deflated breasts rise, then slashed a punch down and across M's left breast, knuckles slipping on the bloody curve.
Carina returned to work on M's upper body. M was barely recognizing the pain as each of her bared breasts was in turn pummeled and pulverized by the ruthless student. Carina carelessly flipped her over again so she could work her lower back. Carina hauled M up to her knees to face a wicked barrage of breast and belly punches that sent her skidding backwards across the apron. Again hauled up by her hair, with her arms hanging uselessly at her sides, M was propped up against the ropes, and the remaining minutes in the ring were taken up by Carina smashing her fists into M's face, breasts and belly until the miserable professor was almost unconscious. Even then Carina continued to smash the older woman’s face from side to side.
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Satisfied that M would no longer rise again of her own accord, Carina walked over to her corner, and reached for her crop and leash.
Carina said nothing, as she walked over, and pushed M over, rolling her around on the floor with brutal kicks from her feet. Carina stood over M, and began kicking and stomping her stomach and cunt. Carina sat on M’s chest, and began choking her, first with her bare hands, then with the leash. Carina moved up M’s chest, and sat hard on her face. She lifted M’s face up by her hair, and smothered the brunette professor with her sweet pussy.
"Can you taste that sweetness, M?  That's the only pussy my Tesoro will have! Not your bruised and flappy cunt!!"
 
Wrapping the leash hard around M’s neck, Carina dragged her kicking and screaming, off the side of the ring, where she landed in a naked and bruised heap on the bare floor.
The little blonde student picked up the CFD prof by her hair, and delivered several hard elbows to M’s stomach, and another very hard punch to her crotch. Carina forced the teacher to kneel before her, the professor submissive before the student, and whipped her smooth white ass with the crop until red welts rose up, and began to bleed. M screamed out in anguish, and fell again to the floor. M began crying, and Carina kneeled along side of her, as if to mockingly comfort her.

“Stop crying, M, it’ll only make things worse.” Carina whispered to her.

M tried to stop, but her body was still wracked with semi-suppressed sobs. Carina once again picked M up by her hair, dragged her out of the Great Room, and began ramming her face first into the walls and doors of the hallway outside the Great Room. M slumped down to the floor, crying once more.
Carina dragged the professor’s limp and convulsed body by the tightened leash, flat on her back, slowly down the hallway to the main avenue of the college. Carina wrapped the leash still tighter around her fist, and began pounding M’s belly, bruising her stomach. She flogged the middle aged professor’s stomach and thighs like a horse with her crop. M tried to curl into a ball, clutching her sore tummy, and uncontrollably crying.

“Only babies cry, M. Are you a baby? Answer me, M!” Carina screamed, and kicked M hard in the back.

Carina again picked M up by the leash, choking her hard, and quickly gave her a violent upper cut. M instantly KO’ed, and fell to the floor. Carina stood over her, and slapped her face, trying to revive her. After a few minutes, M finally came around.
Carina forced M’s face to her foot, and wouldn’t let her up until she felt M kiss her foot. “Now you will tell me where you have locked my tesoro away!” ordered Carina.
M feebly raised her arm in a sweeping gesture towards the Academics area. Carina yanked the leash down, and M’s hands flew to her neck, as she gasped for breath that wouldn’t come. The room started spinning, and everything turned black again.

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To the victor, belongs the spoils…

In the Great Room, the crowd cheered as the blonde victor entered the ring. She gazed over to her corner, to find her Tesoro standing there, smiling and relieved at his rescue from the fembeast.

Carina’s body had made a miraculous recovery. She had barely been bruised in the fray, and her milky white breasts had regained their full and perfect teardrop shape.

Carina deliberately strutted her victory walk about the ring, flashing continuous smiles at her Tesoro, and flirting with the cheering crowd, as he proudly observed an entire assembly of hundreds, all in love with his Carina. She made her way over to Marilyn’s corner, now devoid of the hair died professor, and leaned back against M’s turnbuckle, in a show of dominance over Marilyn. The crowd went even crazier, and Carina left a few moments later with her Tesoro, to the repeated, rhythmic chanting of her name.

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Conclusion

What seemed like an eternity later, Marilyn felt the cobwebs of unconsciousness floating away, and found herself propped up against something cold and hard. Her body was beaten, much of her face was swollen, and encrusted blood trails decorated her once proud mammaries. Marilyn sobbed to herself about the ruined breasts that would never blush or heave at the Economics Professor ever again.

M reached up one hand, and felt her nose, to find it broken. She could only open one blue eye, the right, and that one was a wreck, with busted blood vessels filling the whites and turning them a gruesome red. The left eye had taken more of a beating from the right handed blonde, and was completely black and swollen shut. As she slowly forced the one open eye to focus, the reality of her situation hit her full force.

The cage wherein Marilyn had locked her “prize” away from Carina, was now her prison. Even worse, she realized that she had been toted out into the front lobby of the college, and a curious crowd stood around her, pointing, laughing, and replaying the highlights of her defeat to each other. Curiously, the only article of clothing on her body was her light gray, pinstriped jacket.

Taking advantage of her imprisonment, a couple of students got brave. One kicked the bars of the cage where Marilyn’s hand was, breaking her fingers. “Thanks for the F in Collegiate Learning, useless fucking Whore!”

Marilyn could take no more. The shock of her circumstance took ahold, and it combined with the pain of her broken bones and bruised body. The last thing the stupid little jacket wearing whore heard before she slipped into a coma, was the sound of the ambulance approaching down Stewart Avenue.

FIN