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Slut Match 
by Steven Bockman (s_bockman@hotmail.com)

***

Joy is mad as hell and meets a rival for a teen-fight 
after school, only to learn an important lesson in the 
process. (m+ff-teens, bi, nc, rp, gb, oral, s/m, huml. 
cat-fight)

***

Author's Note: Explicit sexual material below; do not 
read if it's illegal for you to view adult content where 
you live. The following is a work of fiction; any 
similarities between actual persons and/or events is 
entirely coincidental. 

And finally, the author does not condone the acts 
portrayed in this story. As a work of fantasy, it may be 
interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a 
newspaper he would be sickened and appalled.

***

When Joy got to the Lazy Cup the sun was just beginning 
to set. Pulling into a spot at the far end of the lot, 
she stared across the street. A group of five teenagers 
were standing there, casually looking her way. The 
largest of the teens she recognized as her friend 
Terrance. Put at ease by his presence, Joy killed the 
engine and headed towards them.

Terrance stepped towards her. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied. She glanced at the other four. "Is 
she here yet?"

He looked over at one of the four, a stout guy wearing a 
varsity jacket, who was staring at them coldly. Finally, 
his hands shoved deep within his Fubu shorts' pockets 
Terrance replied, "She went ahead. You ready?"

Joy nodded.

"You 'eard her... move!" Terrance bellowed.

With dirty looks the four teens began across the field 
of tall yellow grass. When they were a good twenty paces 
ahead Terrance and Joy followed.

"You're gonna get your ass kicked," she told Terrance 
softly.

"I'm not afraid of them white-boys," Terrance spat. "I'm 
more worried about you and that prepped-up bitch."

Joy gave him a side-long glare, but inside she was 
taking his words to heart. After all she was on her way 
to a fight she wasn't sure she could win.

"That cunt better be there," she declared bravely.

Terrance put his arm around her and hugged her small 
body to his. "She is, count on it."

They walked in silence. After reaching the edge of the 
woods he said, "It ain't too late."

It was good to have a friend like Terrance, Joy thought. 
Not only was he tough and imposing enough to keep the 
creeps away at parties, but he understood her better 
than anyone. He knew she was anxious about the fight. 
But somehow Joy was embarrassed by him. He was always 
worrying about her, trying to protect her, sticking up 
for her. This fight, she thought, might just change all 
that. He might actually begin to see her as an equal 
instead of like a little sister.

Then he might, just possibly, want her as more than just 
a friend. She shuddered delightfully at the thought.

Ever since they'd met the year before when Joy entered 
Churchill High as a freshman she'd had a crush on him. 
At first she'd thought the older teen felt the same way 
from the glances he gave her whenever they met. It 
wasn't long, however, before she realized he saw her 
more as a helpless damsel than a romantic interest.

Finally, after a five minute walk, she could see a fire 
burning down the trail.

"That's 'em," Terrance nodded.

"Anyone else friendly here?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Angie and Dean never came."

They walked the rest of the way to the clearing in 
silence.

Joy thought on how the events of the last week had led 
up to this. It had all started with a rumor going around 
school about a cheerleader named Erica. Supposedly, 
Erica had been caught muff-diving with a freshman named 
Liz at a prep-party over the previous weekend. Liz, a JV 
cheerleader, was the first to accuse Joy.

Joy didn't understand why the freshman hated her so 
much. They'd never even really talked, except for a 
couple times during gym-class. And yet the younger girl 
had spread it around that Joy was making stories up 
about her and Erica. Finally, the day before during 
lunch Erica, Liz, and a group of football jocks had come 
to her table and started cussing her out.

Of course, Joy knew she was innocent. She could care 
less about the going-ons of a bunch of preps. But when 
Erica formally accused her at lunch she also threw in a 
few insults which could not be ignored, including one 
which involved Terrance and a supposed orgy she'd 
starred in behind the bleachers during a pep-rally.

For Joy that had been it. It was one thing to insult 
her, another to drag her friends in. And so Joy had sunk 
to the prep's level and hurled back a slew of venomous 
remarks regarding Erica's alleged dykish liaisons.

A fight would have broken out right then and there had 
the would-be combatants not been restrained by their 
respective friends. Demanding a rematch in a fit of rage 
Joy had called out, "FRIDAY! THE CLEARING!"

And so it was. Friday had passed all too quickly, Joy 
trying hard to avoid seeing her new enemy. It didn't 
work. At one point during the day she'd been tripped by 
Liz in the hallway; during fifth hour Erica's boyfriend 
David made obscene gestures at her. In retaliation 
"someone" had scrawled the words "CUNT EATER" across 
both Liz and Erica's lockers. Although touched by 
Terrance's loyalty, Angie knew his graffiti had ruined 
any hope of a peaceful ending to the situation.

Not that Joy trembled in fear at the idea of a fight. 
She'd been in several in her life and had always come 
out on top. But this time was different. Erica wasn't a 
druggie with an attitude problem, nor was she a drunk at 
a party. Instead she was an incredibly popular senior 
with lots of friends and allies. Also, Erica was in 
great physical shape--she was easily stronger than Joy--
and had a reputation as a fierce competitor, be it on 
the tennis court or beauty pageant.

Losing was Joy's greatest fear. In her entire life she'd 
never truly lost at anything -- but then again, she'd 
rarely competed. It was probably this fear of failure 
which prevented her from really succeeding at anything. 
But she was resolved this night, where she was being 
forced to compete for the highest stakes, to prove her 
mettle. To herself, to her friends, but especially to 
Terrance. She wouldn't have him fearing for her any 
longer.

"Well, there she is," came Liz's easily recognizable 
voice. "Looks like I owe you twenty bucks, 'ere!"

Around the small fire in the center of the clearing 
stood a sizeable group. Directly in front of the fire 
were the shapes of Liz and Erica silhouetted by the 
flames' warm glow. Joy looked around nervously, not 
seeing a single friendly face.

"You can still back out," Terrance whispered to her.

She brushed him away. "That you, Lezzy?" she called out 
loudly, purposely messing up the freshman's name.

"That's right," came back her snooty voice.

"Bitch," Joy grumbled.

A general stir went through the audience as Liz stepped 
forward angrily only to be restrained by Erica. "I'm the 
one you're fighting, cunt-licker!" the senior growled.

The crowd murmured their agreement.

"Then let's go, twat!" Joy challenged. She took another 
step towards her adversary.

She could feel herself falling helplessly towards the 
point of no return.

A circle began to form around the two girls as they 
squared off. Joy kept an eye on Terrance, trying to 
reassure him with her feigned confidence.

"Where're all your friends?" Erica mocked.

"I don't need anyone's help to kick your ass, bitch!"

"What about the nigger?" she asked sarcastically, 
pointing at Terrance. "He your pimp or something?"

Joy roared in anger and lunged at her opponent, who 
easily stepped aside sending Joy sprawling to the dirt. 
Everyone laughed. She jumped up quickly and brushed 
herself off, trying to remain calm.

Erica seemed even more emboldened by this outward 
success. "Aw, you get dirt in your clothes? How 
terrible!"

Joy wanted nothing better than to wipe the smirk off of 
Erica's pretty face, but kept her anger in check. "At 
least," she panted, "I don't need designer clothes to 
look good!"

It was a pretty lame comment, and Joy knew it. Erica was 
actually quite stunning. She had a decked-out body, long 
golden hair, and big perky tits. The idea that she'd 
need anything to look good was laughable.

"You don't wear designer clothes 'cause you can't afford 
them!" Erica spat. Raising her voice so everyone could 
hear she asked, "Does your mom get even minimum wage 
whoring herself out, or does she just do it for fun?"

Joy could no longer restrain herself. She'd been trying 
to live down her mom's now famous arrest since it 
occurred the year before, and Erica's comment struck too 
close to home.

Jumping forward Joy hurled a sloppy punch at Erica's 
left eye and managed to strike a grazing blow. With the 
initiative hers, Joy grabbed Erica by the hair and threw 
her small body at the larger girl, bringing them both 
crashing into the ground.

A rolling melee ensued as Joy tugged at the 
cheerleader's hair and Erica screamed bloody murder. The 
crowd began cheering the girls on, though it was unclear 
who was winning.

Joy knew she had the upper hand and took full advantage 
of it. With her left hand she began pounding Erica's 
chest, her large breasts jiggling with each impact. Joy 
was growling in rage.

Suddenly Erica managed to slip out from under her and 
land a forceful blow on the younger teen's jaw. She went 
reeling backwards, splintering pain resonating through 
her head and neck. Before she could recover Erica had 
pounced on top of her, screaming obscenities and clawing 
at Joy's face.

"BITCH! CUNT! SLUT!" Erica growled.

A roar of approval went through the crowd. There were 
about twenty people watching, gathering in closer to get 
a better look.

With her arms raised defensively over her face Joy 
kicked upwards at her assailant. It was enough to 
dislodge her, and Joy rolled over and jumped swiftly to 
her feet. Erica was standing again too, her long hair 
terribly disheveled and her designer clothes streaked 
with dirt-stains. She was brushing her hands together 
and staring coldly at Joy.

"Fucking tramp," she said. "Look at my clothes!"

Joy ignored her. The blood was raging in her ears as she 
lost herself to the combat. Somewhere deep inside she 
felt somehow perfectly at ease in all this and, 
strangely, even a little bit turned on. She tried to 
ignore the stirrings in her loins but it was futile--she 
got turned on by the weirdest things, she knew, and this 
was just another one of them.

Concentrate, concentrate, she thought to herself. Use 
it...

Bringing her arousal to the fore she channeled it into 
her next assault. Feigning to the right she suddenly 
swung around with a hard punch at Erica's left breast, 
spinning the cheerleader in her stance so that her side 
was now fully exposed. Grabbing her by the waist Joy 
once again brought her down into the dirt.

She was gleeful now, truly enjoying this dominant 
position. She was going to win! She let loose a hail of 
blows on Erica's helpless body, concentrating maybe too 
much on her large meaty globes. She had the cheerleader 
pinned with her legs and Erica flailed about helplessly.

And then, without warning, Erica's arms escaped the 
younger teens hold and came up to box her ears. Joy 
gasped at the shock as her hearing left her, stabbing 
pain resonating throughout her head. Disoriented now she 
was easily pushed away, Erica's hands shoving hard at 
Joy's small chest.

She landed on her butt and scooted away, eyes welling 
with tears from the ringing in her head. Erica was 
standing above her and the crowd was jeering at her 
viciously, when Erica suddenly gave Joy a full kick in 
the throat.

Losing her precarious balance Joy collapsed into the 
dusty earth, all too aware of her sudden reversal of 
fortune. Her hands clasped to her ears, she cried out 
when another kick landed squarely in the pit of her 
stomach. She winced.

I'm fucked, she thought.

A kick in her side made her cry out again, this time a 
more guttural sound as her mind filled with depraved 
thoughts. How is this? she wondered. How can this pain 
possibly feel good?

She had fought hard, of course, but now that she was 
losing her heart had switched over to embrace defeat. It 
occurred to her that she often did that--if she wanted 
it, after all, it wasn't really a loss, was it?

She shook away the unwanted feelings and concentrated on 
saving herself. It was pointless. Erica had her now 
completely at her mercy, and she knew it. Every time the 
younger girl moved she was punished with another kick 
from one of Erica's long shapely legs.

"Fucking BITCH!" Erica heaved, kicking her again. 
"White-trash piece of SHIT!"

And then the blows finally ceased, the only sounds in 
the clearing Erica's ragged breathing and Joy's piteous 
sobs. She was surprised to hear herself crying-- was the 
pain really that bad? But then her shocked mind began to 
comprehend the beating she'd just received, and the 
terrible pain returned to her body.

She'd just lost, and she knew it. She'd lost in front of 
Terrance, in front of her classmates. Deep inside she 
began letting go...

"Yeah!" whooped Liz in celebration. "You show her, 
'ere!"

Erica stood menacingly over her prey, smiling 
maliciously. A burst of laughter emanated from the crowd 
when she spit triumphantly onto Joy's crumpled form.

"Where's you dirty mouth now, slut?"

"Terrance...," Joy whimpered, struggling weakly to sit 
up.

"He's not gonna help you," Erica sneered. "Look!"

Joy stared in horror past Erica where Terrance's 
unmoving body laid sprawled on the ground.

"TERRANCE!" she shrieked.

Erica knelt before her and grabbed her hair. "He's 
unconscious and has been, cunt! We didn't want him 
ruining our fun!"

Joy stared at her frightfully through bleary eyes. "W-
what'd you do..."

She saw Erica's boyfriend, David, step forward. He held 
a bottle of some kind in one hand and a rag in the 
other.

Erica looked into Joy's woeful eyes. "No, he's not dead, 
but he won't be waking for a while!" She let go of her 
hair and stood again. "I promised," she addressed the 
crowd, "a show, didn't I?"

They all whooped and applauded.

"I'm gonna teach this cunt what happens when you talk 
shit about us! Anyone wanna watch!"

"Yeah!" a couple people cried.

"Show the bitch!" yelled another.

"Fucking freak-bitch deserves it!"

Joy didn't understand what was happening. She'd just 
lost a fight, right? Shouldn't the crowd be dispersing? 
Again she tried to stand.

Erica easily pushed her back over. Joy heard her say 
something to Liz, then a second later felt her wrists 
grabbed from behind. She struggled futilely.

"Bind 'em," Erica demanded.

Joy felt Liz began wrapping a cord of some kind around 
her wrists. Panic began to swell within her and she 
blubbered something incoherently.

"Lemme go, please, why... AHHH!"

Liz giggled as she pulled the wire-cord as tight as she 
could, watching it dig painfully into the skin of Joy's 
wrists. Finally finished, she let go and stood.

Erica nudged Joy with her foot until she was on her back 
staring wide-eyed up at her. "Okay, cunt. You're about 
to learn a painful lesson in good manners."

Joy was aware of what was transpiring around her, but 
her frazzled mind couldn't understand its significance. 
She struggled against her bonds mechanically, thinking 
if only she could free herself she'd be safe.

"LISTEN!" Erica screamed in her face, grabbing Joy once 
again by her short black hair.

Joy screamed in pain.

"You're gonna wish you'd never fucked with us, slut. Now 
here's the deal. I'm about to undress you. Whether or 
not you have to walk home naked is up to you. Got it?"

Joy shook her head, trembling in fear. "I don't... 
what?"

"She doesn't understand!" Erica laughed. She was joined 
by the crowd. Kneeling down now she began to stroke 
Joy's head almost sympathetically. "Shh, shh, calm down, 
dear. Let me explain.

"Like I said I'm gonna strip you down. I think these 
guys here would like to see your naked body, even if 
your tits are so small." She grinned. "If you're a good 
little girl, maybe I'll let you dress before we send you 
back to your car. Then again, maybe we won't. It's up to 
you."

"No!" Joy cried. But then someone grabbed her from 
behind and hauled her to her feet. She flailed about 
helplessly as Erica reached for her shorts.

Joy felt them being pulled down, and instantly her face 
flushed red in embarrassment. She could hear the lewd 
remarks being made by the onlookers, the obscenities 
being uttered from behind by Liz. When her shorts were 
finally off Erica held them before her, dangling them 
tauntingly before poor Joy.

"Any of you guys wanna see her pussy?" Erica shouted to 
the crowd. Her question was met with a round of 
applause.

Joy felt as her silken panties began to slowly slide 
down her milky-white legs, Erica's fingers trailing 
along her skin as she did. Her breaths were coming now 
so short, so hard, she thought she might pass out. She 
closed her eyes as tears began trickling down her dirt-
streaked face.

She was now naked below her waist, and quite aware the 
whole crowd was staring at her. How had it come to this? 
she thought. How had it come...

And then the familiar feelings of arousal swept through 
her body. Despite the fact she was being humiliated, 
despite the fact she was helpless, she was actually 
somewhat turned on.

Perhaps it's because I am being humiliated, that I am 
helpless, she thought.

Still, she struggled to free herself. How far was this 
going to go?

Liz's thin long arms came from behind her then and 
gripped at her T-shirt. A moment later it was being 
pulled back and over her until it was past her neck, 
covering her head and blinding her. She felt her body go 
limp in Liz's grasp as she tried to catch her breath.

"THE TITS!" the crowd chanted. "THE TITS! THE TITS! THE 
TITS!"

"You wanna see her little titties?" Erica asked them.

They roared their desire.

"Alright," she shouted. She stepped forward to Joy's 
limp body and reached her hands around the younger 
girl's back. Pausing for dramatic effect she looked at 
her friend Liz with beaming eyes, then unsnapped the 
bra. A moment later she pulled it off entirely.

The crowd cheered and whooped in perverse delight at the 
sight of Joy's young naked body. It was actually quite 
lovely, if a little underdeveloped-- she'd never have 
Erica's breasts or Liz's plump little ass. But 
everything was there, that was sure, and her thin body 
actually made her look even more alluring.

"Drop her," Erica said then, turning to the crowd and 
holding up Joy's bra and panties in triumph.

Joy crumpled to the ground in utter despair. She was 
naked. Completely naked, save for her tennis shoes, and 
at the mercy of this insane bitch. Everyone was 
watching, looking at her body, probably getting hard and 
wanting to see more...

She couldn't help it but to feel even more aroused. And 
then disgusted at her arousal, then horny all the more. 
Their eyes, staring at her--her hands bound helplessly--
why did she feel so excited by such a terrible 
situation?

"Okay, bitch," she heard Erica yell. "Get over here!"

She looked up groggily at Erica who had stepped some 
twenty feet away, near the edge of the crowd. She put 
her head back down and mewed piteously.

"Liz?" Erica asked.

Suddenly with a loud "SMACK!" Joy felt something come 
down painfully on her soft round ass. She yelped in 
surprise and jumped forward as best she could, trying to 
escape her new attacker.

"Like getting whipped, Cunt?" Erica laughed at her. 
"Liz'll keep doing it until you're at my feet. Come on, 
now!"

"THWHACK!" came another painful blow to Joy's butt.

She scrambled forward as best she could, desperate to 
avoid another attack. But she ended up sliding onto her 
breasts and another strike hit home.

"MOVE CUNT!" Liz screamed, whipping down on the 
sophomore's naked rear with her belt. She hit it again, 
impressed by the size of the red lines beginning to 
cross her little ass.

Joy rolled over, body spasming uncontrollably to escape 
the pain. She was on her back now, legs spread wide, and 
quite aware she'd just given everyone a great look at 
her pussy. She put her thighs together again as she 
tried to escape backwards.

Liz grabbed Joy's defenseless body and turned it around 
again viciously, letting loose another painful blow on 
her ass. Again she struck, and again, reveling in the 
excitement of tormenting poor Joy.

Joy slid further up, further, desperate now for the only 
escape from the pain she knew--doing as Erica had 
commanded and reaching her feet. She had another five 
paces or so to go, but didn't think she could possibly 
make it.

Despite the pain in her swelling rear Joy could feel the 
insides of her pussy begin to lube-up as her excitement 
multiplied. The pain, the degradation -- it was all too 
much. Deep inside, she knew, she was beginning to enjoy 
all this.

Finally she was at Erica's feet. She looked up 
hopefully. Erica was gazing down at her and shaking her 
head.

"Pathetic," she spat. "Just pathetic. That took too 
long. I think you need a spanking to learn not to keep 
me waiting..."

"Oh PLEASE!" Joy gasped. "No, please, NO!"

But secretly she felt herself shudder in anticipation as 
Erica stepped behind her. "Get on your knees," she 
commanded.

She struggled to comply, which wasn't easy for her bound 
wrists. The crowd seemed to grow more interested when 
she didn't struggle or resist. She heard them calling 
her all manner of terrible things, nasty things...

I am kinda nasty, Joy thought sullenly. The thought, 
though, actually excited her.

SLAP!

She grunted as she felt Erica's hand come down on her 
already poorly abused butt. Then another came, then 
another.

"How many should she get?" Erica asked of the crowd.

"THIRTY!"

"A HUNDRED!"

"What do you think, dear?" Erica hissed into Joy's ear. 
"How many do you want?"

She couldn't answer. The idea of answering was too 
embarrassing. Instead she just whimpered incoherently.

"Liz, gimmie the paddle," Erica finally declared.

The crowd began cheering at this. Joy's body trembled in 
anguished excitement as she heard Liz make some rude 
comments, then heard the crowd erupt its approval as she 
obviously gave Erica what she'd asked for.

"Okay, you slutty little whore," Erica breathed. "This 
is how it's gonna feel..."

She tried to brace herself for the coming impact, but it 
wasn't possible. With a loud "SPLAT!" she felt as the 
paddle, which was probably meant for playing ping-pong, 
came down on her rear.

"EEEEH!" Joy cried.

"Okay, bitch, listen," Erica panted loudly so everyone 
could hear. "I'm gonna give you a hundred of those, 
unless..." Joy moaned in despair. "Unless you ask me for 
the thirty.

"When you ask me--beg me--that you want the thirty, I'll 
start giving those instead!"

The crowd laughed and roared it's amazement and utter 
agreement.

Joy's mind was swimming. She couldn't take a hundred, of 
that much she was certain. But she couldn't ask--beg--
for any amount... could she?

There was a slight whistling sound then as the paddle 
arced through the air, and then a "WHACK!" as it struck 
into her delicate ass-meat. She cooed in agony at the 
sensation.

"That was one!" Erica yelled in excitement.

I can't take this! thought Joy.

Whissssh.... CRACK!

"TWO!"

Whissssh.... THWACK!

"THREE!"

The pain resonated throughout young Joy's body, sending 
waves of delightful pain up through her stomach and into 
her small hanging tits. With a dazed realization that 
her nipples had grown hard, Joy began to wonder if any 
girl had ever been put through so much humiliation 
before.

Probably not, her spinning mind reasoned. I'm the first, 
the first to get this...

"UH!" she grunted at the next impact.

"EIGHT!"

She could feel her butt swelling up, and wondered if 
she'd ever be able to stand again. If she'd ever be able 
to go back to school, where all of these classmates of 
hers would certainly laugh at her approach, the 
sophomore who got paddled naked in the forest. She 
wondered if it was normal to actually grow wet from such 
brutality.

"No... NO! Please..." she began sobbing again, the pain 
welling through her suddenly.

"Please what?" Erica asked sarcastically.

She swallowed, and tried to gather the words to say it. 
She couldn't.

Whiisssh.... SPLAT!

"TEN!"

"OWWWWWoooOOOOO!" Joy growled in agony. 
"PLLLLEAAASEEEE!"

"We're only at ten," Erica breathed. "Ninety left to 
go!"

"I want...." Joy gasped.

"What do you want?" Erica asked innocently.

Dropping her head in defeat, Joy answered, "I want 
thirty..."

"Of course you do, honey," Erica laughed as the crowd 
snickered. "But how *bad* do you want them?"

Her lower-lip trembling, Joy managed to whimper, "I... 
really want them... I..."

"She's lying, hit her again!" Liz cried.

"NO! Please!" Joy gasped. "I need them! Please, the 
thirty, I... give me thirty..."

"You want me to spank you?" Erica asked cruelly.

"Yes!"

"In front of all these people?"

"Yes, oh please yes!"

"Beg me!"

"Please, spank me, paddle me, PLEASE give it to me," Joy 
breathed. "Thirty times... smack my butt... smack it... 
let them watch..."

The words flowed so naturally for her, it reminded Joy 
of asking her dad for money.

"Okay," Erica finally breathed. "But we start over at 
one!"

"UHGH!" the sophomore grunted in despair as a succession 
of blows brought her back up to ten. Her legs were 
quaking in terrible pain so that she wanted to collapse, 
get off her knees, but she feared that might mean 
starting over again if she did. She managed to keep her 
ass up in the air as Erica wailed on her small butt.

"FIFTEEN!" Erica cried.

Joy wasn't sure she could make it. But then, it seemed, 
her ass had almost grown used to the pain. Each blow 
only seemed now to heighten her feelings of excitement, 
rather than to actually hurt her. That was actually 
almost worse, though.

When Erica reached twenty Joy felt something amazing 
happen. Her puffy, young little slit began to drip her 
juices. She could feel them slide down her legs...

Whiiiisssssh.... CRACK!

"TWENTY-TWO!"

"UGH!" Joy gasped. Her body shuddered.

Whiiiisssssh.... SPLACK!

"TWENTY-THREE!"

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Joy was panting uncontrollably, trying 
to resist the tremors of pleasure washing through her. 
Each blow now seemed to double her state of arousal, 
until the area between her legs was slick with her 
juices.

"THIRTY!"

And then Erica was done.

The crowd applauded gleefully at the site of Joy's poor 
ass.

Joy whimpered, whether from pain or desire she couldn't 
be sure.

What's happening to me? she thought despairingly.

She felt Erica's hand come down softly on her ass and 
begin to gently rub it.

"Oh, poor baby," she purred. "So red... it's gonna be 
all swollen tomorrow!"

"Let me give her some more!" Liz cried.

Joy shuddered in anticipation.

"No, she's had enough of that," Erica decided.

She felt as Erica's slender hands quickly undid the 
bonds at her wrists. "She's not gonna need these 
anymore... I don't think she's going anywhere!"

After she was free Joy allowed her body to be pushed 
onto her side. Her arms came around her and hugged 
herself tightly, closing her eyes as if she could turn 
all this into some kind of nightmare.

"How many of you wanna see her pussy?" Erica suddenly 
asked the audience.

Joy whimpered softly.

"They wanna see your cunt, Cunt!" Erica declared. "Get 
on your back and give 'em a peek!"

She didn't move. Couldn't move. Conflicting feelings of 
humiliation and excitement raked her consciousness.

"DO WHAT SHE SAID!" Liz screamed menacingly.

"Shh, shh," Erica soothed her friend. Moving closer to 
Joy's head she brushed her short hair from her ear and 
whispered, "Either do what I say, or get another 
spanking... and this time I won't be gentle!"

Reluctantly, in an embarrassing acceptance, Joy rolled 
over onto her back. She felt their eyes all on her, 
staring at her chest which lay exposed, her arms now 
limp at her sides. She justified her compliance to Erica 
through sheer rationalization... if she didn't, she'd 
get spanked! Deep inside, however, she knew the truth.

She was horny, and loving this.

Erica was now standing above her, with Liz at her side. 
"Come on, gather in close! Don't be shy!" she told the 
crowd.

Joy could feel them gathering in around her body. She 
froze.

"Come on, hon, you're doing good," Erica taunted her. 
"Show 'em your sweet little twat!"

Gripping her thighs from the inside, Joy slowly spread 
her legs wider. Her ass ached in agony as she scooted it 
forward, bringing her knees up high until her pussy was 
finally fully exposed to their leering eyes.

It was, of course, quite humiliating. Until this moment 
only a handful of people had ever had the pleasure of 
looking at her secret area, but now all these people 
stared expectantly between her legs. Thankfully, Joy 
thought, it was long since dark, and the fire didn't 
provide too much illumination.

"Turn it on," she heard Erica command.

Then she heard Liz giggling as a flashlight came on and 
beamed between her legs. She heard the crowd gasp as one 
at the sight of her dripping wet pussy.

"What a little *slut*!" breathed someone in the crowd.

Joy groaned in embarrassment.

Erica knelt down between her spread legs and laughed. 
"You get off on this kinda stuff, huh?"

The crowd laughed with her, but her mood quickly turned 
to anger when her victim didn't reply. "Answer me!" she 
yelled.

"Y-yes," Joy murmured. She didn't see any point in 
lying.

Erica nodded. "I thought so. Hey, Liz, come over here."

Liz obediently complied and walked over next to her 
kneeling friend.

"Watch this," Erica hissed.

Joy gasped in surprise as she felt one of Erica's 
fingers press against the folds of her cunt. She jumped 
back instinctively, but Liz quickly stopped her by 
placing one of her feet on Joy's naked stomach. Joy 
grabbed at it, but knew it was futile to resist.

Another pair of hands grabbed her by the wrists and 
pulled her arms up over her head. It was at this point 
Joy realized her audience had closed in to within a foot 
of where she lay. It was David, she noted, who had 
restrained her.

"Thanks," Erica said to her boyfriend.

"No prob," he replied in a rather haggard voice. "Keep 
going..."

Joy saw Erica smile. Her body shuddered as she felt her 
tormentor's finger press harder against her slit, 
delving deep within the confines of her slippery wet 
flesh. Her head fell back in agonizing arousal when 
Erica's finger finally popped halfway into her cunt-
tube.

"What did I tell you?" Joy heard Erica say.

"I dunno... keep on going for now," said Liz.

The long bony finger pressed itself all the way inside 
Joy's tight insides causing her legs to tremble 
involuntarily. She closed her eyes and tried to suppress 
the feelings of pleasure which washed through her body, 
humiliated to be used in front of so many people this 
way.

But soon her mind began to cloud over with feeling of 
unrequited lust. She pictured the scene--the ever so 
popular cheerleader Erica pushing her finger in between 
a restrained girl's small body... all the people, 
classmates and peers, watching in excitement for what 
would happen next... soon, Joy found herself thrusting 
her crotch upwards at Erica's raping finger.

"Oh yeah, she's lovin' it," said David excitedly. "Get 
her on her knees, babe!"

Erica ignored him. She continued thrusting her slick 
finger in and out of her victim's quivering cunt, 
enjoying the warm feeling it gave her all over. She knew 
now that this girl was totally at her mercy.

"Come on, 'ere! You promised a show!" pouted Liz.

"Hold on, don't get your panties in a bunch!" Erica 
snapped.

"I'm not wearing any, remember?" Liz whispered.

Joy heard this exchange, but didn't let it register. She 
was gasping and moaning piteously as the cheerleader 
violated her young body.

Suddenly Erica pulled her finger out, sensing that her 
victim was nearing a climax. "Okay, okay," she breathed. 
She stood and looked around the clearing at her group of 
friends. "Get rid of the nigger, and we can finish 
here."

"Huh?" Joy asked dazedly.

"Shut up," Erica responded. She looked at David, who 
still held Joy's wrists together, and at the growing 
bulge between his legs. "I just don't want him to wake 
up."

David nodded. "You 'eard her!" he yelled at some of his 
fellow football players. "Get that guy out of here!"

A couple of the bystanders obediently picked up 
Terrance's large body and began carrying him away.

"Okay," Erica said excitedly, "Let's finish this. Liz, 
get the symbol. David, get her on her knees, like you 
suggested."

Liz walked away, and Joy watched through bleary eyes as 
David grabbed her by her waist and flipped her over. She 
dropped onto the ground when Erica commanded, "Get on 
your knees, bitch!"

Joy struggled to comply, but found that her orgasm-
denied body was shaking numbly.

"MOVE IT!" David yelled at her, slapping her across the 
face.

She suddenly found the energy she needed, and got onto 
her knees, sticking her round ass up in the air. She 
could feel the warmth of the fire on her pale butt, 
which still stung with the pain of the spanking she'd 
just received. Around her she heard the group whispering 
excitedly at the upcoming main event.

"Okay, cunt, here's the deal," Erica said softly to her. 
"These people here, they're all members of my little 
clique, get it? I promised them a show where you'd be 
the star. So now you're gonna get fucked by any of these 
guys who're willing."

Joy's eyes widened in horror. "NO!" she cried.

"But you want it!" Erica smiled. "I know you do. You're 
perfect for us, a genuine state-of-the-art slut. And to 
prove it, we're gonna brand you!"

"Heh! That's right!" came Liz's voice.

"W-what?" Joy asked through chattering teeth.

"Why, you're about to officially be a part of the Cunt 
Club!" Erica laughed. The crowd joined her.

Before Joy could ask any more questions she screamed as 
a hot metal rod was pressed against the abused skin of 
her left butt-cheek. It made a loud hissing sound as it 
burned into her flesh, causing her to collapse onto her 
chest and try desperately to squirm away. She was held 
firmly in place, however, by David.

She smelt her burning flesh and cried out in agony, 
wondering how so many people should find her plight 
amusing. Finally, the rod was pulled away from her skin 
and she gasped one more time, then laid still.

"It says, 'Cunt', cause that's what you are!" Erica 
hissed at her. "So is Liz here. You're my first two 
official cunts.

"You see," she continued, "I know you didn't spread that 
rumor about Liz and I. But I also knew you'd be a hot 
little whore to add to my collection. Liz disagreed with 
me, but I saw it in you."

"And you were right!" Liz laughed.

"Shuddup!" snapped Erica. "Now, Joy, for your official 
induction into my club. David?"

Her boyfriend stepped behind Joy's trembling body and 
grabbed at her waist, tugging at it until once again the 
teen was on her knees. The she felt it -- something 
thick and hard pressing against her trembling pussy. It 
could only be David's cock.

She mewed in pleasure despite her situation. She 
couldn't prevent it--she loved a good hard cock! How 
Erica could possibly know about this was beyond her, but 
it was true. She began panting as the cock-meat behind 
her struggled its way inside her twat.

"Cram it in!" Liz yelled at David, practically jumping 
up and down in excitement. The rest of the audience 
could hardly believe what they were seeing. Occasionally 
someone remarked how unbelievable it all was, or another 
would cheer David on, but otherwise they were silent.

"Fuck the cunt!" Erica cried, watching as her 
'boyfriend' rammed his cock the rest of the way inside 
the young teen.

"UGH!" Joy cried spastically, unable to articulate the 
feeling of so large an object jammed up inside her. All 
she could do was hump backwards desperately, hoping to 
get the rest of the meat up inside her quivering cunt-
box.

Suddenly she saw something in front of her -- it was 
another cock, definitely not as large as the one ramming 
its way inside her body but not exactly small, either. 
Her hair fell chaotically around her small sweaty face 
as she peered at it questioningly.

"This is Ralph," Erica explained, pressing her lips 
against Joy's ear. "He's a friend of ours... go on, suck 
it!"

Without responding Joy closed her eyes and bobbed her 
head forward until her moist lips reached the cock in 
front of her. She felt it slide forcibly into her mouth 
then, and began to suck at it expertly.

It'd been awhile since she'd given head, but for Joy it 
was like riding a bicycle. She felt David cease his 
pushing meat inside her, and took the momentary break to 
really begin blowing whoever it was whose dick was now 
firmly in her wet mouth. Without instruction she slurped 
at his erection, running her tongue over its hard head.

Behind her David began pounding eagerly once again. She 
felt his hands dig painfully into her swollen and burnt 
ass cheeks, holding her in place as he slammed the rest 
of his cock deep inside her body. Electric waves of 
pleasure raked through her body, extending to the tips 
of her meaty cone-like tits and wrapping around her like 
a blanket. It was hard to concentrate on the blow-job 
she was giving, but she did her best.

"Your turn, Lizzy!" Erica cried excitedly.

Without any further instruction Liz dropped onto her 
back and slid under Joy's bouncing titties. Joy startled 
as she felt the other young teen begin to lick wildly at 
her left nipple, which sent charges of erotic energy 
through her small frame. Soon Liz's hands were squeezing 
at her tits, fondling them lovingly as she continued to 
slurp at Joy's left tit.

David was now heaving forward with uncanny speed, his 
orgasm definitely growing nearer. Joy's insides felt 
stretched out as far as they would go as the giant cock 
inside her struggled to delve further in still, 
spreading her cuntal walls forcibly. Her lower body 
quaked expectantly, her upper body trembling in lewd 
pleasure at Liz's expert tonguing of her nipple.

"Suck it down!" Erica cried, slapping Joy in the middle 
of her back.

She increased her efforts to make Ralph cum, unable to 
bare any further discipline from her tormentor. She 
didn't understand why things were happening this way, 
but could only comply with Erica's wishes.

Her tongue circled the thrusting cock inside her mouth. 
Joy tried desperately to ignore the orgasmic feelings 
that were welling up in her own body so that she could 
carry out Erica's demands. She wanted Ralph to cum, to 
suck down his semen as she'd been ordered to. She felt 
Ralph's hands come down over her head, pulling her 
forward to further thrust his cock down her throat. She 
let him. Her body was no longer her own-- it was there 
for the pleasure and amusement of others.

Suddenly she felt some sticky hot semen explode from 
Ralph's cock. She sucked his cock all the more, 
desperate to finish him off and swallow his seed down 
submissively. Another jet of hot sperm issued forth from 
his dick and she gulped it down. She felt it slide down 
her throat and into her tummy, which warmed with its 
entrance. She trembled joyfully at the sensation of 
swallowing his cum.

Finally he withdrew his softening dick from her mouth, 
leaving the desperate chick to enjoy the pounding she 
was receiving from behind. By now David's cock was 
sliding easily in and out of her cunt-box, which was 
dripping in delight. Clenching her cunt walls she 
squeezed at him tight while simultaneously humping her 
ass back at him. His cock raked against her shaking 
clitty, making her body spasm in delight with each 
thrust. She mewed in pleasure through cum-drenched lips, 
reveling in the sensation of such a perverted fuck.

The crowd was no longer making any comments--they were 
probably too enraptured by the sight of Joy's fucking. 
But Liz continued to suck on her tit, determined to help 
bring the newest member of the Cunt Club off.

"Harder, Dave, harder!" cried Erica, who now stood 
before Joy. She was looking into the dazed orgasmic eyes 
of her new toy, smiling at the sight.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!" Joy panted heatedly. She no longer 
cared about anything, about the crowd, the cheerleader, 
or David. She only wanted to finally orgasm! To feel the 
oh-so wonderful waves of pleasure wash through her body! 
She heaved herself backwards, impaling herself further 
onto David's unforgiving cock, certain now she was the 
most perverted girl ever to go to Churchill High. Who 
could top her? She was getting forced to fuck, and 
wanting it, and in front of such a crowd!

"Come on, Dave!" Erica demanded. "Finish her!"

Joy moaned loudly, gritting her teeth and mewing 
carnally at the twin sensations of David's fucking and 
Liz's suckling. Finally she felt her stomach tighten, 
her ass clench up, and her eyes pop open wide. She 
gripped at the dusty earth, digging her fingernails into 
it, as her mind began to swim into a dark sea of 
perverted lust. Wave after wave of lewd pleasures 
skewered her body as the young teenager came, hard. She 
cried out gaspingly. The penetrating dick of David was 
the only thing she cared about for a long minute as she 
succumbed to her dark desires and let her body quake 
into a terrible orgasm.

At its peak is when he finally came, too, his cum 
spewing forth up inside her body, swimming upwards to 
her womb and filling it with his baby-making jizz. 
Another spurt from his cock as he grunted in release 
brought about a second wave of orgasm through her own 
body, then a third spastic one as Liz bit down on her 
swollen nipple.

Finally he let go of her ass and pulled out of her.

"How was she?" Joy heard Erica ask.

"Good, good... damn good... you know how to pick 'em!" 
David panted.

Joy could no longer hold her body up. She let herself 
fall onto her stomach, nearly smothering Liz in the 
process... the younger girl had not yet stopped suckling 
Joy's hard nipple. She rolled out from under her 
collapsed body and stood up next to Erica.

"What now?" she asked, her mouth glistening with her 
saliva.

Erica grinned. "Roll her over."

Joy felt as strong hands rolled her limp body over so 
that she was on her back. She opened her eyes and looked 
around, seeing the grinning faces of all these guys 
stare down at her. She closed her eyes again, wondering 
how many more of them would fuck her before the night 
ended.

"Your turn, Devon!" Erica announced.

"Alright!" a skinny guy in the crowd cheered.

Joy saw him push his way through the crowd to her then 
stand at her feet, undoing his belt with a grin on his 
face. She braced herself for another fucking.

"But I wanna twat-lickin', too," Erica declared.

Soon Joy found Erica squatting above her, her pants off 
and pussy fully exposed. Joy knew what to do and 
couldn't help but feel excited by the idea. As Devon 
jumped on top of her body and slid his long thin dick 
into her sopping-wet pussy, she reached out with 
quivering hands at Erica's thighs. Soon the 
cheerleader's pussy was in position.

She stuck her tongue out tentatively, the sweet aroma of 
Erica's twat wafting into her nostrils. Soon she was 
licking up and down the senior's slit, nibbling gently 
on her clit as Devon began thrusting in and out of her.

The crowd was no longer in shock or surprise, but waited 
eagerly for Devon to finish so that they might get their 
turn. They watched as Erica began bouncing excitedly up 
and down on Joy's slick face, gripping her victim's 
small breasts as she did.

"Suck me, Joy!" she panted. "Suck my slit! Oh, oh oh oh 
oh!"

Joy reveled in the new sensation of a girl's cunt in her 
mouth. It was so delightfully lewd and nasty she almost 
came simply at the thought! At the same time, though, 
she humped her own pussy back at Devon's thrusting hard-
on. He was moaning in desire at the sensation of such a 
tight young twat.

Soon he came, and Joy hardly noticed as he dismounted 
and another guy took his place. She shuddered through 
several orgasms, certain Erica had too as the second guy 
began fucking her. His cock was small, and she was so 
stretched out by now that she hardly felt his fucking.

Then Erica stood up and stepped away, immediately laying 
next to Joy's body and inviting someone to begin fucking 
her. In a second a fellow senior was happy to comply, 
jumping on top of her curvy body and thrusting his hard-
on into her sopping cunt.

Liz squatted above Joy now, and she wasted no time in 
sucking the younger teen to orgasm. Liz was violently 
aroused, slapping at Joy's tits and ordering her to lick 
her harder, faster, to make her cum!

When she was done she began servicing the first guy to 
get on top of her, and now another football playing jock 
stepped over Joy and stuck his cock in her face. She 
began sucking at it at this awkward angle until he 
shoved it straight down her throat, denying her air. She 
was suffocating but loving it--a well-hung guy had since 
replaced the pencil-dick who'd been fucking her--and 
came for the sixth time that night when he shot his cum 
down her throat.

She lost track of time. Later she would wonder how much 
of the night she had actually been awake, how many guys 
had fucked her. When one finished another took his place 
until they had all gotten their rocks off. When the last 
one finished she fell asleep.

She was alone when she awoke. The fire had burnt out and 
the clearing was dark and silent. Slowly she got to her 
feet, nearly falling over at the rush of blood to her 
head. She rubbed gently at her ass, remembering 
painfully the spanking and branding she'd gotten.

What now? she wondered.

"You're one of us."

She turned and saw Erica step out of the woods. She'd 
cleaned herself up somehow and looked beautiful in the 
moonlight's soft glow.

"What... does that mean?" Joy asked wistfully. 

"It means you're a Cunt," Erica smiled. "You're an 
elite... you're popular!"

Joy wondered at this. She stepped towards Erica 
tentatively. "What if... I don't want to?"

"But you do."

She nodded. Erica was right--she did want this.

"Who... who knows?" she asked.

Erica shrugged. "Most of the guys on the football team, 
and me, and Liz."

"That's it!" Joy exclaimed.

"Yep," Erica grinned. "That not enough for ya?"

"No... it's just I... would have thought..."

"Not everyone who was here tonight knows what we are," 
Erica explained.

"And... what are we?" Joy asked.

"Sluts," Erica grinned. "Wanton whores..."

"You're in charge?"

She nodded.

"So... what happens now?" Joy sighed.

Erica walked right up to her then, and placed her hands 
gently on her naked hips. "Now," she breathed, "we start 
having fun!"

THE END

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