Day of Defeat

By Fired Fighter

WARNING! This story contains language, violence, nudity and some other adult stuff. It's for MATURE viewing only!!! Do not read if you're easily shocked or offended. It's also entirely fictitious, characters and all.

Lisa Stone was the undisputed queen of her high-school. Both beautiful and sexy and from a wealthy family, the buxom blonde had it all. The head cheerleader and officially recognized as the “hottest” by all (even the teachers, although those would keep their appraisal strictly to themselves) she was easily at the top of the food chain. All the boys wanted her. All the girls wanted to look like her, but since that was not possible, they wanted to at least hang out with her. Not too many liked her, though, and, in all honesty, there was little to like about her, aside from her obvious physical attributes. Sure, her looks were to die for, but beneath glossy veneer, there lurked a spoiled brat, a third world country dictator and a rattlesnake with a hangover rolled into one. She was definitely not a nice person to be around. “Kindness”, “friendliness” and “consideration” were words she always needed to look up in the dictionary when she heard them; she simply did not know what they meant. Over the years, there more than just one or two people that would be reduced to tears as a result of Lisa’s vitriolic remarks or sometimes even her cruel claws. So, while she was popular, she definitely wasn’t loved. There were even some, who would call her the Queen Bitch – behind her back, of course. She knew about that, but she wasn’t too concerned about it. She didn’t care if she was a bitch, just as long as she was queen. And queen she was. From fashion to the pecking order in the cafeteria, to cheerleading routines and even who would date whom – she dictated it all. Nothing at the school happened without her approval. She ruled with iron fist, unrestrained and unchallenged. Until her senior year. That’s when the new girl arrived on the scene.

One look at Michelle – a last minute transfer – was enough for anyone to tell that Lisa had some serious competition in the looks department. A stunningly hot Asian-American girl, Michelle became an instant hit with the boys, who were literally drooling at the sight of her. She wasn’t doing anything to encourage this – the opposite was more like the truth – but there was just no helping it. Sexiness oozed from her like treacle from a cracked jar, to use a famous quote, and within weeks from the start of the term, everyone was all over her. Her exotic beauty went down more than well with the boys, while her quiet, unassuming, well-mannered ways made her popular with the girls. And her qualities weren’t restricted to just looks and manners. She was an intelligent girl with a passion for learning, which was reflected in her grades. She also turned out to be an excellent soccer player and became the star of the school’s team within weeks of joining it, much to the delight of everybody.

Well, almost everybody.

There were those, who definitely didn’t like Michelle and one of them was Lisa. The blonde saw in the new girl a clear threat to her position at the school – something not at all that surprising given Michelle’s rapidly rising popularity – and hated her openly. At the same time she knew that hatred alone would not make Michelle go away. She needed to act and act quickly to nip the threat in the bud. However, she soon found out that this was not an easy thing to do. Attempts at mud-slinging and back-stabbing – usually very effective tactics – failed miserably. Digging up any dirt on Michelle proved impossible, and making some up seemed futile. The new girl’s likable personality alone more was more than enough to neutralize all the efforts of Lisa and her inner circle to turn public opinion against Michelle. All they accomplished was to begin polarizing opinions and that would never do as far as Lisa was concerned. She did not need factions in her school. She needed one united, solid student body – united under her wise rule, of course. So, with the more subtle approach failing, the reigning school queen decided it was time to take a more direct route to her goal.

Cornering Michelle in the hall one day, Lisa did not waste any time in dropping hints. She got straight to the point:

“You and I need to have a little talk,” the blonde began, “which means that I’ll talk and you’ll listen and listen good!”

Michelle started to say something, but Lisa interrupted her

“I said listen, bitch!” she said, chesting into Michelle and all but pushing her into the lockers. “Now, I don’t know who you think you are and where you come from, but you need to get one thing straight: This is MY school; I’m callin’ all the shots! You don’t come here and try to muscle in on my turf!”

“I don’t…” Michelle began, but was cut off again.

“Don’t play coy with me, you slut!” Lisa raised her voice. “And don’t give me that innocent look! I know what game you’re playin’ and it’s not gonna work! You may’ve fooled all the other morons, but not me! I can see straight through you, miss goody-two-shoes! Don’t think for a second that I’m buyin’ that innocent lil’ girl routine of yours. I know your kind; I know just what you’re after and I’m tellin’ you right now you can forget it! This school already has an Alpha Bitch and that’s me! Get that into your skull! You keep messing up the boys’ heads and stirrin’ up the pot and gunnin’ for my place and you’re in for a whole heap of hurt! I mean it, cunt; learn your place!”

“You through?” Michelle asked calmly. “ Now let ME tell YOU somethin’. You say you know my “kind”, but you’re wrong; you don’t know a thing about me. In fact, I don’t think you know anythin’ at all. All you have in that pretty blonde head of yours are boys and clothes. Which is fine; it’s none of my business. But where YOU don’t know anythin’ – I do! I know YOUR kind; I know it all too well! I know what you’re tryin’ to do and my advice to you is to just stop wastin’ your time! Don’t try to threaten me or bully me! I’m not impressed and I just couldn’t possibly be any less afraid. I’m not tryin’ to take your place; I want nothin’ from ya – not a thing! I’m not interested in your petty little games and that whole power struggle thing you’re so obsessed with is so much beneath me it’s not even funny. So, just back off, huh? I told ya, I don’t care about you, your boyfriends, your girlfriends, your “I rule the school” attitude or any of that stuff. I’ve no beef with you whatsoever and you’ll do well to just leave me be! I told you, you can’t bully me! No one can! So, do everybody a favor and mind your own business! Form your little cliques, play your little games, hang out at the mall, do your petty gossiping – whatever fills your gaps. Just leave me out of it, OK? Thanks! And please don’t ever try to intimidate or threaten me again. You don’t scare me; you just look ridiculous! Excuse me!”

With that Michelle slipped past Lisa and walked off, leaving the blonde seething at the lockers. Lisa’s first thought was to run after the other girl and bash her head against the wall till one or the other gave, but by then the corridor was full of people and she knew it would be pointless to try.

Several days passed, with an increasingly frustrated Lisa doing everything she could to turn public opinion against Michelle and failing. Michelle just refused to be drawn into any kind of controversy and kept quietly going about her business, ignoring Lisa completely – something that absolutely infuriated the beautiful blonde, who was not used to being ignored. The Asian girl’s non-confrontational attitude had a double effect: It won Michelle more sympathy and respect and made Lisa act even more brashly, which in turn only hurt the blonde’s popularity further. This, combined with the fact that Michelle’s excellent plays on the soccer field had resulted in an impressive winning streak for the team, really strengthened Michelle’s standing to a point where it became hard to tell whether it was her or Lisa that was the most popular.

Lisa was fuming. For the first time ever, she felt her grip on power slipping, but she was not about to sit idly and let Michelle take her crown from her. She realized the time for games and subtlety had passed. There was only one thing left to do if she wanted to retain her position as queen of the school: She had to fight for it. Literally. There was no other way. Michelle’s armor had proven way too thick to be penetrated with finesse. Which meant that it would have to be simply shattered by brute force.

Lisa issued the challenge in the cafeteria, in front of just about the entire school. Michelle had no choice but to accept it. The Asian girl realized that Lisa would not leave her alone. She knew there was nothing that would convince the jealous, angry blonde beauty that she, Michelle, wasn’t trying to take her position or even compete with her in any way. She was aware that if she refused to fight Lisa, the blonde would just continue to come after her all the time and try to make her life miserable and that was simply not an option for Michelle. It was time that she showed Lisa just what a grave mistake she had made in choosing her to pick on. Enough was enough!

The fight happened at night in the school’s gym. Obtaining sets of duplicate keys had never been a problem for certain people and the gym had been the venue for such “events” for decades. And it was always going to be a full house, despite the late hour. There was no way anyone would want to miss a fight between the two hottest girls in school.

Lisa arrived first, on the hour, surrounded by her cronies. Normally, she was all for being fashionably late, but in this case she didn’t want to give anyone a reason to think, no matter how briefly, that she was somehow afraid of Michelle. Besides, she just couldn’t wait to tear into the bitch! She was greeted enthusiastically by the gathered crowd and especially by the boys. That latter part was hardly surprising since she had chosen to wear her cheerleading uniform – something she herself considered the symbol of her biggest achievement so far (if one didn’t count dating the captain of the football team, which was pretty much a default situation for a head cheerleader; it went with the territory). The uniform, or rather one summer variation of it (minus the pompoms, of course), consisted of white sneakers, tight black-and-white booty shorts and a matching sports bra and left very little to the imagination, hence the boys’ cheers. (see picture of uniform here: http://img802.imageshack.us/img802/7595/cheer.jpg)

The cheers rang out again a minute later as Michelle showed up, along with a couple of her closest friends. She was clad in an equally revealing and non-encumbering fashion: White sneakers, cut-off jeans, which barely covered her sexy ass, and a white tank top.

Encircled by the impatient throng, the two eighteen-year-old girls faced off, several feet apart, looking focused and ready to fight. At a glance, they looked similarly built: Toned, athletic bodies, solid, sexy legs, perfectly shaped, firm asses, flat stomachs and sturdy torsos. At 5’5” Lisa was two inches taller her opponent and she was perhaps a bit heavier too; maybe 115-120 pounds to Michelle’s about 110. Her body and limbs also seemed a tad thicker than the Asian girl’s, but whether that translated into an actual strength advantage remained to be seen. Both girls wore their hair loose, Michelle’s dark, glossy tresses reaching down to the middle of her back, as did Lisa’s golden, silky locks.

Despite the tenseness of the moment, neither girl appeared frightened. They were nervous, yes, but not too much. They both knew what they had to do; this wasn’t the first fight for either of them. Lisa hadn’t just happen upon her current position at the school; she had had to fight for it – more than once. Besides, her temper was such that confrontation was practically guaranteed every time she didn’t immediately get what she wanted. First, there had been several scraps with classmates in her Freshman year, followed by more of the same, when, as a Sophomore, she made a more serious bid to establish herself among the school’s “elite”. Having achieved this, the ambitious blonde then set her sight even higher. She didn’t want to belong to the in-crowd. She wanted the in-crowd to belong to her. She wanted it all. She made her bid to become the school’s queen at the beginning of the next term. Back then, the position was occupied by another stunning blonde beauty, a Senior named Taylor Chase. As head cheerleader and a certified bombshell, Taylor had been the “it” girl for a good while, and she ran the school as she saw fit, certain in the unassailability of her position. Lisa, though, had other plans. She wanted Taylor’s place, both in the cheerleading squad and in the school corridors, and was prepared to do anything to get it. She openly challenged Taylor to a fight. Taylor – a girl as ruthless and ambitious as Lisa – for her part had always been ready to do anything to defend her throne and accepted the challenge without thinking twice. The battle, witnessed by the entire school, was still remembered as a marathon of sheer brutality as the two girls fought like wild animals with everything they had. In the end, Lisa defeated Taylor, pummeling the worn-out Senior into submission and claiming her place at the top as well as Taylor’s position as head cheerleader. Taylor left the school soon afterwards, unable to bear the humiliation of her defeat and everybody’s constant jibes and taunts about her having been beaten by a mere Junior. Once she won the crown, Lisa never let it go for a moment. There were a few, who tried to take it away from her, but they all failed. Some even tried to take it by force – just as she had taken it from Taylor – but, those too were unsuccessful. Lisa always defended her position fiercely, fighting tooth and nail to stay at the top and she always managed to do it. She had so far never lost a fight and was considered the House Champion in that respect as well as in so many others. And she was determined to hold on to that title and show the little Asian bitch just who she was messing with.

Michelle had also had her share of fights. Her family moved frequently due to her father’s work and she had so far changed a number of schools. And every school she went to had its own Lisa. And although the name wasn’t always the same, the story repeated itself over and over almost without any changes. The fact that Michelle was neither an intrusive, nor a confrontational person never made any difference to the various “Lisas”. They always saw a rival and a threat in the beautiful oriental girl and every one of them at one point or another tried to eliminate that threat. They all soon learned that this was a mistake, though. Michelle was generally soft-spoken and well-mannered, but she had her dignity and her patience was not unlimited. She did not respond well to bullying and things had invariably ended in disaster for all the so-called “school queens” who tried picking on the “new girl”. They were always ignored at first, then as their aggressive behavior continued they were confronted. Those confrontations left every one of them beaten, embarrassed and a much wiser and calmer person. Now Michelle felt it was time for Lisa to experience the purging benefits of a good beating and learn some respect.

“Ready to get your ass beat, bitch?” Lisa asked her emerald green eyes glittering dangerously as they locked with Michelle’s brown ones.

“As a matter of fact, I am not,” answered Michelle, holding the other girl’s gaze. “But that’s OK, since it’s never gonna happen! Now if you’d asked me if I’m ready to beat your ass, then, yes, I’m definitely up for that!”

There were some loud cheers from the crowd, as the onlookers urged the girls to get it on. Each appeared to have her own cheering section and the support was split just about evenly – something which really annoyed Lisa, who was used to having everybody on her side. The decision to follow through with her idea of how to get the crowd behind her and at the same time embarrass her rival was a spontaneous one for Lisa; she didn’t plan for it, it was just a spur of the moment thing. With one quick, practiced motion, the sexy blonde reached for her bra and took it off, throwing it aside. The few shocked gasps that came from the crowd were quickly followed by a torrent of howls, whistles and catcalls as Lisa’s breasts – the talk of the entire school, the breasts that made grown women (and men) cry – tumbled free of their restraints and stood proudly in all their naked glory. The all-natural D-cups were simply magnificent. Fully developed, they were massive and at the same time perfectly shaped. Despite their size, there was not a hint of sag about the blonde’s boobs. They jutted out of her chest, dense and heavy and slightly upturned, tanned to a deep bronze, like the rest of Lisa’s body, and capped with stiff pink nipples the size of hazelnuts sticking out of the two-inch wide pink areolas. They were truly a sight to behold, a one ( well, two, actually) in a thousand, and everyone just kept gawking. Even Michelle seemed taken aback.

“What’s the matter, little girl?” Lisa flashed a catty smile, more than satisfied with the effect of her going topless. “Never seen boobs before?” Michelle said nothing and Lisa huffed derisively. “I bet you haven’t! Certainly not in the mirror! And here I was thinkin’ we can do this like real women!” Coming from an eighteen-year-old this did sound more than just a little pompous, but Lisa’s eye-popping breasts saved her somewhat from looking completely ridiculous. After all, there weren’t many women out there with breasts like those. Now she added: “So what’s it gonna be, Michelle? You up for a fair fight, woman-to-woman? Don’t worry, no one’s gonna blame you if you chicken out! I’m sure it must be a real pain knowin’ that you’re a weak little bitch with tiny, saggy titties! It’s kinda like bein’ disabled, isn’t it?”

Two bright red spots appeared on Michelle’s high cheek-bones. She didn’t want to do this; it went against everything she stood for, against her whole upbringing, but she felt she had no choice. It wasn’t that much Lisa’s derisive comments about her breasts, since she knew everyone could see there was no truth to them. It was the use of the word “fair” by Lisa. Michelle didn’t want to fight at all, but if she had to, then the only way she could fight was fair. She wanted to teach Lisa a lesson, and she felt the only way this could happen, was if she beat her fair and square. She wasn’t about to let the blonde bitch have any excuses for her defeat afterwards. So, while she didn’t like this one bit, she wasn’t about to back down. After a brief moment of thought, much to the joy of the male section of the crowd, she removed her tank top and tossed it aside.

Michelle’s bare breasts proved to be just as perfect as Lisa’s – even if somewhat smaller. Ideally shaped, the firm C-cups were full and perky and they looked even bigger on the Asian girl’s petite body, which was lighter in color than Lisa’s bronzed frame, with just a hint of tan to compliment the natural skin undertones characteristic of her race. Her dark brown areolas were rather small – no more than an inch in diameter – and the matching color nipples were smaller than Lisa’s as well, although they were just as stiff. In any case, Michelle’s breasts were worth the cheers which they received and which brought a fresh scowl on Lisa’s face.

Without saying a word, Michelle now removed her shoes as well, remaining clad only in her denim cut-offs. She intended to do quite a bit of kicking and she didn’t want to hurt the other girl… too much. And she didn’t have to worry about traction, either. The boys had put together a couple of wrestling maps on which the fight was to take place and her bare feet found excellent purchase on those. Upon seeing Michelle’s actions, Lisa instantly followed suit, quickly kicking off her sneakers and facing her rival barefoot. It wasn’t something she particularly wanted, but she felt compelled to do it. She just couldn’t imagine anyone thinking that she wanted to gain any advantage, whether through a piece of clothing, or otherwise. She wanted to meet her opponent on completely equal terms so that there would be no doubt as to who’s boss when she kicked the bitch’s ass.

The crowd began to exhort the girls even more persistently now, insisting that they quit clowning and get down to some action. Circling slowly, Lisa and Michelle paid no attention to that; they only had eyes and ears for each other. Crouching down, they watched each other closely. This was it. There was no turning back now. They could sense the violence in the air; it was all around them and it filled their young, strong bodies with adrenalin. Their heart rate had increased greatly and their chests rose and fell quickly. The tension had reached peak levels and they were feeling it. Some sweat was already starting to glisten in Lisa’s deep cleavage. Michelle was licking her lips nervously.

Lisa made the first move by stepping in and trying to slap a headlock on Michelle. Michelle quickly slipped away and at the same time shoved Lisa with both hands. Snarling, the blonde swung a fist towards her opponent’s head, but Michelle ducked it and punched Lisa in the belly.

“Bitch!” yelled Lisa and charged, throwing both fists wildly. Michelle stood her ground, though, and began punching right back. Spurred on by the frenzied crowd, the girls traded a series of vicious blows in the middle of the gym, each determined not to back off. Both swung hard, with the noticeable difference that while Lisa went mostly for Michelle’s head, the Asian girl targeted the blonde’s body and especially the huge, bulging breasts. It seemed to be an even go at first, then a mighty right from Michelle flattened Lisa’s left boob, crushing it against the ribs and the blonde stepped back, screaming in pain and holding her tit. Michelle kicked at her rival’s thigh, then moved in and snapped Lisa’s head with a crisp punch to the face. Another blow from the Asian girl, this time to the chin and Lisa suddenly found herself down on her ass, blinking in a daze amidst the loud hoots of the crowd. The blonde quickly got up again, though, and went on the attack with a kick to Michelle’s belly. Michelle groaned and stooped a little, taking a few steps back.

“C’mon, you fuckin’ bitch!” Lisa yelled and threw herself at Michelle, tackling her to the ground.

The girls wrestled on the floor for several seconds, pulling each other’s hair as they traded positions. After a few failed attempts, Lisa finally managed to pin Michelle down by straddling her body. Michelle bucked and kicked, but couldn’t throw the other girl off quickly enough. Snarling Lisa slapped and punched her pinned rival, riding her hard.

“You give? Huh, bitch, you give?” Lisa yelled, sending slap after slap in Michelle’s face, making the beautiful Asian squeal and squirm.

The spectators were howling in delight as they watched the near-naked girls struggle on the floor. Some urged Lisa to finish Michelle off, while others yelled encouragement to Michelle, telling her not tot quit. Michelle didn’t need any encouragement. She wasn’t even thinking of quitting. She had never quit on anything in her life and she wasn’t about to start now. Despite her disadvantageous position, she fought back, firing some slaps of her own up into Lisa’s face. Lisa screamed in anger and grabbed Michelle’s hair, bashing her head against the mat.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you fuckin’ ‘lil bitch!” shouted the sexy blonde, bouncing her opponent’s head off the mat like she was getting paid for it.

Moaning and feeling dazed, Michelle knew she had to act quickly if she was to stay in this fight. And she did just that by suddenly kicking up with both legs and hooking Lisa’s shoulders with her calves. One mighty push and the blonde toppled over with a squeak, the surprise causing her to lose her grip on the other girl’s hair.

Lisa and Michelle got up quickly and faced each other again amid the shouts of the crowd. They were both shaking and their breathing was loud and quick. Despite the late hour it was very hot in the gym and their skin was glistening with sweat all over.

Wasting no time, they went for each other again. Lisa tried to get close and take Michelle down again, but Michelle didn’t allow this and kicked the blonde in the belly. As Lisa grunted and backed off, Michelle rocked her with two quick punches to the head, then she kicked out again, this time higher, her foot slamming in Lisa’s face. Lisa screamed and went down, for the second time tonight.

“Come on, bitch, get up!” Michelle yelled, standing her ground with her fists held up in an almost classic guard, her legs spread, left foot forward, the knees bent a little.

Lisa let out a scream of frustration and quickly sprang to her feet. She moved in more cautiously this time, with her fists in front of her face. The two traded a few blows, but it was definitely Michelle who got the better of the exchange. Lisa swung harder, but the Asian girl’s punches were quicker and more accurate. Michelle proved better at dodging her opponent’s punches as well. Her footwork was impressive and her lithe body bobbed and weaved with both grace and speed, easily evading most of the punches thrown at her; she obviously knew what she was doing. Within just a few seconds, Lisa found herself on the floor again, looking up at Michelle standing menacingly above her. This was the blonde’s third knockdown in the fight, and although those counted for nothing and the fight was still in its early stages, it was an ominous sign. Lisa was by no means ready to concede, though. This time she didn’t even try to get up before attacking; she just threw herself at the other girl’s legs, grabbing an ankle and tripping Michelle, bringing her down to the floor. Getting on top of Michelle, Lisa snapped on a headlock and bore down with all her might. Michelle groaned in pain, kicking and squirming and pounding away at Lisa’s body, but couldn’t break loose. Lisa ignored the short punches Michelle was drilling into her torso and kept the pressure on, squeezing Michelle’s neck hard and demanding that she submit. Michelle did not submit. Instead, she used her teeth on Lisa’s left boob, which was pressing against the side of her face. Lisa screamed and let go, backing off and holding her bitten tit. The bite was not enough to stop Lisa, though, and she was on her rival again in a flash, shoving Michelle down and getting on top of her. As Michelle squirmed underneath in attempts to break free, Lisa pounded her furiously, screaming obscenities at her. Lisa’s supporters were cheering loudly as they watched their favorite starting to dominate in this fight, as she had in so many others.

“You like that, bitch?” Lisa shouted, riding Michelle and hitting her hard, determined to destroy her. “Fuckin’ skank, comin’ to MY school and tryin’ to upstage ME! I’ll fuckin’ teach you to mess with Lisa Stone!”

Suddenly Lisa began shrieking. Michelle had reached up and grabbed her boobs, clawing them viciously. Lisa’s breasts were spectacular, no doubt, but they were also vulnerable and Michelle was taking full advantage of the fact, digging her claws in the two meaty orbs, twisting them and pulling them around. Still shrieking, tears of pain welling up in her eyes, Lisa started scratching Michelle’s face. Michelle had to let go to protect her face, but she still managed to throw Lisa off with a mighty heave.

As Lisa tried to scramble to her feet, Michelle kicked at her from the floor, the Asian girl’s foot catching the blonde on the side of the head and knocking her down. Getting up quickly, Michelle now kicked Lisa in the ribs. Lisa yelped and rolled over.

“Oww, you fuckin’ bitch!” moaned the blonde, hugging herself, “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”

“Shut your mouth, you cocksuckin’ piece of trash!” Michelle replied coolly and kicked Lisa in the body again, making her cry out in pain. It was clear that once the nice, well-mannered Asian girl was riled up, she could be a real hell-cat. There was nothing nice or well-mannered about the way she now kicked her fallen foe a third time, drawing yet another scream from the blonde.

“Come on, bitch,” Michelle shouted angrily, bouncing on the balls of her feet, “Why don’t ya get up and kill me?”

The next moment Lisa was up and charging like a bull, her body bent low. She took a punch to the head, but still managed to tackle Michelle to the ground. Once they were down, Lisa straddled her opponent and began hitting her with wild screams. The floor looked to be Lisa’s domain and she had no trouble staying on top, despite Michelle’s bucking and kicking. Breathing hard, cursing, the blonde was starting to establish her dominance over her foe with heavy slaps and punches. To many in the crowd, the fight was a done deal now. They had seen this kind of thing before, they had seen it all too often. Lisa, it seemed, would add yet another scalp to her collection. Yet another challenger was to fall victim to the blonde terror that ruled the school with an iron fist.

Michelle thought different, though. She was definitely feeling the pain, but she was not giving up. Groaning and twisting beneath her rival, she took a good number of hits, but at last she managed to dislodge Lisa from her, using her legs. Quickly, Lisa tried to get on top again, but Michelle struggled mightily, not letting herself get pinned. After several moments of bucking and twisting, Michelle finally managed to get a knee against Lisa’s chest and push her away. As the two got up, Michelle kicked high and connected solidly with Lisa’s face. Lisa groaned and staggered, arms windmilling as she struggled to keep her balance. She recovered, though, and quickly attacked again with a wild yell. Michelle got low down and at the same time spun around, her leg shooting out and sweeping Lisa’s legs from underneath her. Lisa squealed and went down hard.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Lisa hit the floor, her big, dense tits jiggling all over. It was now obvious to everyone that Michelle had some martial arts training and was more than capable of handling herself in a fight – even against the school’s “Champ”.

“Had enough?” Michelle asked.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Lisa muttered, struggling to catch her breath. She rolled over on her stomach and began pushing herself up, but seemed a little dazed and slow.

As Lisa got up on hands and knees Michelle swung her right leg and unleashed a mighty kick which landed squarely on one of Lisa’s dangling boobs. There was a collective groan from the onlookers as Michelle’s foot smashed into Lisa’s tit from below with a deafening slap, flattening the massive orb against the ribs and almost lifting Lisa’s entire body in the air. Lisa screamed and fell down, writhing in agony and clutching her throbbing tit.

“Payback time, slut!” Michelle hissed as she pounced on Lisa and began punishing her with punches and slaps. Lisa screamed and squirmed, but could not escape the wrath of the beautiful Asian girl, who continued to hammer her.

The crowd were roaring their approval at the sudden turning of the tides, urging Michelle to finish Lisa. Those shouts both infuriated and invigorated the blonde and she struggled with all her might. Michelle was unperturbed, though. She was firmly in control now and she really stuck it to the other girl. Beating Lisa like a blonde mule, the Asian worked herself into a position behind her rival and trapped her in a body scissors. The soccer player’s powerful legs constricted the blonde’s waist with brutal force and Lisa yelped in pain.

“How about now? Had enough now?” Michelle asked again, flexing her strong, silky thighs, crushing the other girl’s midsection.

“Go to hell, you fuckin’ slope-scope cunt! A-a-a-a-a-a-aha!” Lisa’s angry, offensive retort trailed into a long moan of pain as Michelle tightened her grip even more. “Lemme go! Lemme go! Lemme go!” the trapped blonde yelled, writhing like mad, her sturdy legs kicking all around. Her tight shorts were now riding up her cunt, making her plump pussy-lips clearly defined against the stretched thin fabric, which was already soaked through with sweat. The cameltoe displayed by the struggling girl was visible by even those at the very back of the circle of spectators and it was drawing loud hoots and whistles all around. Some of the girls were even laughing. Lisa couldn’t care less. All she wanted right now was to free herself and tear Michelle to pieces.

For her part, Michelle apparently wanted to tear Lisa to pieces and she was working on it, hitting the blonde all over, while squeezing her hard with her legs. Lisa was groaning and twisting, but could not break free.

“Ready to give up? Huh? Ready to apologize to me for treatin’ me like dirt?” Michelle shouted, beating on the trapped blonde with punches and slaps and grabbing and mauling Lisa’s big boobs in between.

Lisa apparently wasn’t ready to give up or apologize to anybody for anything. She just cursed at Michelle while continuing to strain her body in an effort to escape her opponent’s clutches. The effort were met with little success, though. The soccer player’s shapely legs were like steel and no matter how much Lisa twisted and heaved the scissors remained locked around her, crushing her. Lisa howled with pain and fury and pawed at the other girl’s glistening legs, trying to pull them apart and failing.

A couple of minutes passed with the situation remaining largely unchanged. Both girls strained against each other with Michelle constricting Lisa’s midsection between her legs and the blonde struggling in vain to free herself. At that point, everybody present could tell that Lisa was losing the fight. She was continuing to resist, but she was spending enormous amounts of energy in doing so and she was tiring. She was hurting too. She was moaning all the time, her breathing was uneven and sounded harsh.

“Give up,” demanded Michelle sternly, flexing her powerful thighs, “Give, or I’ll squash you!”

“A-a-a-a-a-ah, my ribs, oh gawd, you’re breakin’ my ribs!” Lisa wailed, kicking frantically, her beautiful face distorted in pain.

“Boo-hoo!” Michelle said. “You shoulda thought about that before tryin’ to mess with me! I told you what would happen if you don’t leave me alone, didn’t I? But I guess you’re just too thick and too fuckin’ insecure to listen to reason and stay away from me, huh? It’s always the same with you fuckin’ bitches!” here the Asian girl purposefully made her voice thin and squeaky as she mocked: “I’m the head cheerleader; I’m the best; I’m the cutest; I’m the hottest; yadda-yadda-fuckin-blah! Always tryin’ to act like you’re somethin’ else; the big, bad queen bitch, walkin’ all over people. And it’s always the new girl that has to get it worst, isn’t it? Well, guess what, your majesty! With THIS new girl, there come some new rules! And you’ll do well to learn them real quick, or it’s gonna be one looong, painful class!”

Now Michelle grabbed Lisa’s hair with her left hand and held it at the back of her head in an impromptu ponytail, revealing the blonde’s reddened, pain-stricken face. She yanked on the hair hard, twisting Lisa’s neck backwards and at the same time tightened her scissors as much as she could.

A long, loud moan escaped Lisa’s gaping mouth, ending it what to many sounded very much like sobbing. She kicked around feebly as her body was crushed in the vice of the other girl’s legs. Her face was now crimson and there was a pitiful, pained look in her lovely green eyes as she glanced around. It was almost like she was searching not for a way out but for help. She found none. She simply stepped on too many toes on her way to the top to get any compassion from anybody at this school. Many of those present had experienced Lisa’s harsh words and hard fists first hand and pretty much everyone had witnessed the blonde frequently doing to others what was being done to her right now, so she wasn’t very likely to get any sympathy there. For too long she had been the school bully, insulting and belittling everyone she wanted when she wanted and beating down everyone who ever tried to stand up to her and that had done little to endear her to others. Even most of those who had supported her at the beginning of the fight were cheering for Michelle now. With only a couple of exceptions from Lisa’s closest inner circle, pretty much everybody was enjoying watching the haughty school queen finally receiving her comeuppance and getting HER ass kicked for once.

“Give it up, you big blonde slut! Apologize right now and I’ll let you go! If not I’ll just beat the tits off of you!” Michelle ordered, breathing heavily. She continued to hold and pull Lisa’s hair with one hand and now started slapping the side of Lisa’s face with the other, much to the delight of the onlookers, who loved seeing the smaller Asian girl control and dominate the sexy blonde.

Michelle’s words combined with seeing the crowd turn their backs on her sent Lisa into a fit of white-hot rage. She started to scream furiously and struggled like mad, her fit, sturdy body twisting back and forth, legs kicking, hands clawing at Michelle’s thighs. Michelle responded by pulling Lisa’s hair even harder and intensifying the slaps to the blonde’s face, while holding her trapped in the scissors from behind.

Several seconds of intense struggle passed with both girls straining to the limit amid the crowd’s frenzied shouts. Even though she tried everything – from punching and pushing Michelle’s thighs to slapping to slapping and clawing them – Lisa couldn’t break the scissors; Michelle’s legs were just too strong. What the blonde did manage to accomplish, though, was to turn around – a process largely aided by the slipperiness of the two sweat-soaked bodies. It took her some time and an almost insane amount of effort, but she finally completed her turn and was now face to face with Michelle. To the Asian girl this changed nothing. She still had her opponent locked tight in the scissors, and she was still very much in control, putting the hurt on Lisa, squeezing her, pulling her hair and slapping her face. To Lisa, however, the successful turn meant a lot. Yes, she was still trapped and in pain, but now she could use some weapons from her arsenal which had been useless while her opponent had been behind her.

Lisa’s head was now at the level of Michelle’s chest, right between the two naked, shapely breasts and the blonde wasted little time sinking her teeth into one of them, clamping down hard. As the unexpected searing pain cut through her chest, Michelle screeched and then began to pull Lisa’s hair with both hands, trying to force her to let go. Lisa snarled and now started scratching Michelle’s face, looking to gouge her eyes. Michelle screamed even louder and redoubled her efforts. She finally managed to force Lisa’s head away from her breasts and quickly rolled to the side, separating herself from the blonde.

The girls got up only to their knees before tangling again, each driving forward to push the other over. Lisa’s weight advantage helped her force the smaller girl down on her back. She landed on top of Michelle but could not stay there for long as the Asian beauty fought back. They rolled all over the floor struggling wildly for the upper hand. They were both exhausted from the long battle and had to dig deep into their last reserves of energy – reserves of which Lisa had more, it would seem. The blonde girl’s thicker, more solid body seemed to have worn down slightly better than that of the Asian, which although sturdy enough in its own right, apparently didn’t have as much stamina. Using sheer raw power, Lisa simply overwhelmed Michelle now. Michelle was fighting with everything she had, but just couldn’t stop the blonde’s relentless onslaught. Driving forward with the might of a small battle tank, Lisa was all over Michelle, out-muscling her and getting her down on her back. Sensing the fight starting to slip away from her, Michelle struggled desperately, but couldn’t throw Lisa off.

“I gotcha now, you fuckin’ cunt, I gotcha!” Lisa panted triumphantly, firmly on top.

The two bodies thrashed around on the mat, both straining to their limits. Within seconds, it became clear that Lisa was beginning to take control. The blonde now tangled her legs with Michelle’s hooking her feet around the Asian’s ankles and pushing Michelle’s legs out with a grapevine. Groaning in effort and desperation, Michelle was trying to resist, but it was no good. The cheerleader’s shapely legs were stronger; they steadily forced the soccer player’s overmatched legs out, spreading them wide. Michelle cried out in pain as she felt like she would be split in half. Grabbing Michelle’s wrists, Lisa forced her arms out wide as well and pinned them to the mat above her head. Michelle was helpless!

“Whatcha gonna do now, bitch?” Lisa asked, holding Michelle pinned down to the mat.

The crow were screaming for Michelle to keep fighting and she did, bucking and squirming beneath her opponent, straining to break free. But Lisa wouldn’t have any of it. She was on top, she was stronger and she knew this fight was hers. She stayed right where she was, weighing Michelle down, keeping her pinned. She could sense the Asian girl weakening and knew that she had her.

A couple of minutes passed and nothing had changed, except that Michelle had worn herself out almost completely during her futile struggles. She was still trying to fight, but her movements lacked any strength. She was done. Everybody could see Lisa would win. It was inevitable. Invigorated by having secured the top position, Lisa was now literally dominating Michelle’s body with her own. Lying on top, muscles rippling, tight sexy ass clenching and quivering, the stunning blonde pushed herself aggressively against the smaller girl, crushing her down, trying to drive her through the floor. She taunted Michelle constantly, daring her to do something about the situation. She even mashed her magnificent, sweaty tits into the Asian’s face, the massive, supple mounds of flesh making breathing difficult and further weakening Michelle.

Michelle was lost in a whirlpool of blonde domination. She couldn’t fight it; she had no strength left. She tried her best but it just wasn’t enough. For the first time in her life she felt totally helpless. For the first time in her life she knew the feeling of defeat. She realized she was no match for Lisa. The bitch was just too strong. There was no stopping her; there was no escaping her. Lying flat on her back on the mat, Michelle could feel Lisa all over her, all around her. No matter how much she struggled, no matter which way she tried to twist and turn, there was only Lisa, invading and overwhelming all her senses. She saw Lisa on top of her and heard Lisa’s heavy breathing, her grunting and growling and cursing; she felt Lisa’s wet, slick body sprawled on hers, felt its heat and its irresistible power. She smelt and tasted Lisa, the blonde’s scent imprinting itself deep into the Asian’s brain, her tit-sweat trickling into Michelle’s nostrils and mouth. Yes, Lisa was all over Michelle – outside and inside. Michelle’s whole world was Lisa now. Lisa and nothing else. Lisa overpowering her. Lisa taunting her. Lisa beating her. Lisa dominating her, possessing her, consuming her. Lisa …Lisa… Lisa… Lisa… All around, nothing but Lisa, the fuckin’ Queen Bitch! It was more than Michelle could bear and the proud Asian beauty suddenly started sobbing in Lisa’s tits.

“That’s right, cry, you lil’ bitch! Cry for your mommy!” Lisa growled, feeling pure exhilaration as she realized she had broken her rival and it was over. She had won! At long last she had put the little bitch in her place and shown her who ruled!

Everyone else could see it was over too. There were no more shouts of supports for Michelle as everybody realized Lisa had won yet another fight and that the sexy Asian girl’s spirited challenge had come to naught. When all was said and done Lisa was still the school’s top bitch. Michelle had fought valiantly, she had fought well, but she had lost and now everybody knew she would be made to pay the price. Lisa was not known for showing kindness to her defeated enemies.

Breathing heavily, Lisa now pushed herself up and straddled Michelle in a humiliating schoolgirl pin. Michelle moaned and struggled, but had nothing left in the tank. She tried to bridge up a few times, then bucked a little, her beaten legs flopping weakly about, her small feet thumping the mat. That was it. That was all she could do. Arms pinned by Lisa’s knees, the helpless oriental babe looked up through her tears at the dominant blonde sitting on her chest.

“Fuckin’ bitch! I’ll teach you to mess with me!” Lisa said, her beautiful face now a mask of hatred as she unloaded on Michelle’s unprotected face with both hands.

“Stop it! Stop it! Please! No more! I give! Please no more! I give! I give! Please!!” the frightened, tormented Asian girl stared squealing in total submission.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Lisa sneered. “What happened to that “I’m not afraid of you” crap you were givin’ me? Huh? Still think I look ridiculous tryin’ to threaten you? Still think you’re all that? Stupid, fickin’ slanted-eyed bitch! Comin’ here thinkin’ she can just waltz in and take my place! Actin’ tough, talkin’ to me about new rules! I make all the rules around here, bitch! ME! I’m the one that says what goes and what doesn’t! And you wanna know why that is bitch? ‘Cause I’ve earned it! I get to tell everybody at the school what to tell ‘cause I’ve beaten their sorry asses! Even that bitch that calls herself principal. I whupped her too! She knows her place now – just like you will!”

While she was talking, Lisa kept slapping Michelle in the face, bringing fresh tears to her eyes and making her beg loudly for mercy.

“Who’s the best, huh? Who’s the queen? Say it, bitch! Say my name! Say it loud and clear while you can still speak!” Lisa demanded, grabbing Michelle’s hair and shaking her head viciously.

“Lisa!” Michelle screamed, for everyone to hear. “Lisa is the best! Lisa is the queen! Oh, god, stop, please!”

“Now say you’re sorry, cunt!” yelled the angry blonde. “Apologize to me for challenging my authority!”

“I’m sorry!” Michelle sobbed. “I’m really sorry! Please, just let me go! You win!”

“You gonna mess with me again?”

“No, no, I won’t, I promise!” the defeated Asian girl meant every word.

“Good, just make sure you don’t forget!” Lisa said and adjusted her body so that her sweat-soaked breasts were hanging right over Michelle’s face. “Now, lick my tits, bitch,” she ordered, “lick ‘em all over!”

Defeated and frightened, Michelle meekly started licking Lisa’s spectacular tits, much to the delight of all the boys in the crowd, who thought that after the catfight between these two incredibly hot chicks things might start moving in a little more sensual direction to make a perfect day complete. But Lisa had nothing like that on her mind and once she felt she had established her dominance, she stood up. She was tired and gasping for air but her face – and even her chest - were flushed with excitement. The thrill of victory over another girl was always an incredible feeling to her – one she could never get used to or tired of. It was almost like an orgasm, only better.

Determined to humiliate her beaten foe even more and make sure she would never dare challenge her again, Lisa now stripped Michelle’s denim cut-offs, then her red thong, leaving the Asian girl’s splendid body completely nude in full view of eyes and camera phones alike. Michelle tried to protest, but was silenced with a few hard kicks from Lisa, which had her crying in pain.

“Now, bitch,” Lisa said, standing hands on hips, legs braced, one foot put forward. “I think it’s time we showed everybody that you’ve learned your place. I want you to show everyone that you know who your queen is! Now, crawl over here on your hands and knees and kiss my foot! Do it now, bitch! Crawl!”

Completely broken, the once proud Asian girl didn’t even think of disobeying. Crawling on all fours, she approached Lisa and kissed the blonde’s dainty foot. It was the ultimate humiliation and proof that Michelle had truly accepted Lisa’s supremacy. Smiling in triumph, Lisa stomped her decimated rival down to the mat and raised her arms in a victory pose, her foot planted firmly on Michelle’s superb ass.

“Anybody else here thinks she’s got what it takes?” the dominant blonde asked belligerently, looking around, searching for any potential challengers to her Alpha Bitch status. There weren’t any. All the girls in school were afraid of Lisa to begin with, and now that they’ve seen what had happened to Michelle, they feared the blonde fury even more. Almost everybody was cheering Lisa’s victory now, completely forgetting that they had been rooting for Michelle just minutes ago. That was understandable. Nobody wants to back a losing horse. They figured that if they couldn’t be winners themselves, the next best thing was to stick with a winner. So they hailed Lisa. Not from the heart, but they hailed her nonetheless.

Lisa acknowledged the fickle masses’ change of tune with a disdainful huff and a haughty toss of her head. She then put on her bra and shoes and with one last vengeful kick to Michelle’s prone body, left the gym with her boyfriend and posse in tow.

That was the last time anyone at the school challenged Lisa to a fight. She completed her senior year as the undisputed queen and, quite predictably, was chosen as prom queen as well. After graduation, she went to college, where she also became the dominant female by fighting her way to the top and staying there. Once she got her degree, she went into the family business and showed remarkable savvy. So much so that within just few years she was running the company after her father decided to retire. Driven, ambitious and ruthless as ever, she propelled the company forward, taking its stock to heights her father could never dream of.

Michelle left the school soon after the fight, partly because of the humiliation she had been subjected to and partly because she knew that is she stayed Lisa would make life impossible for her. She didn’t go to another school or to college. Various videos of her fight with Lisa had hit the web and gone viral and she felt too ashamed to show her face in public for a long time. She opted for private education instead and once that was completed, she went into business for herself. Remarkably intelligent and with a great head for business, she really made it big. In time, she gained enough clout to have the fight videos taken down from all sites where they could be found. From there it was all the way up for her. Her business boomed, her private life was perfect, everything went the way she wanted it to go. She even had several more fights with various other women and she won them all. But, no matter how far she got, no matter how successful she became, with all her individual triumphs Michelle could never forget that day in the school gym, her personal day of defeat, the day she bowed down to the Queen Bitch.