Like a Rag Doll

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Lesbian, BiSexual, True Story, DomSub, Rough, Humiliation, Sadistic, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Water Sports, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: Traci flirts with a guy at a night club, and is then face to face with the guy's girlfriend in the ladies room. The confrontation is unlike anything she expected--she is given a wicked beating, but the blonde victor isn't satisfied with that. She abuses the sobbing girl in a most debasing and humiliating way, and dominating Traci causes some more suprises that Traci could have done without!

Chapter 1

My name is Traci. I am 24 years old, white, petite and attractive. Dark brown silky hair, just past my shoulders, and my body measures 32c-23-34. Shapely, with not too much on top, but a firm, well shaped behind that has always saved me from being overlooked.

I stand just 5'3 and weigh 102 lbs. I have always been more "soft and feminine" than tomboyish, so the idea of me ever being involved in a fight with another girl never crossed my mind. With my big brown eyes, my friends (who nicknamed me "Bambi") would be shocked to hear what happened to me a year and a half ago. I was even more shocked at how it changed my life, revealing something in me I never understood, never knew existed.

I was at a club with a couple of friends, and it was late, past midnight. I had accepted some dances with a couple of guys, and my two girlfriends were off flirting and having a grand time, and we would meet every so often and compare notes.

Having to pee badly, I excused myself from a nice, good looking guy who was talking to me, and went to the ladies' room. For once, it wasn't crowded, and two girls were leaving as I walked in, leaving me and one other girl who was coming in behind me. As I as about to enter the stall, a long, slender arm came in front of me.

"That stall is mine," a voice said. I turned and saw a blonde girl about five inches taller than me, in a very short red tube dress and high heels. She had a killer body, and long blonde hair, and this beautiful but menacing smile, her deep blue eyes penetrated me with such intensity that it startled me.

I just thought, "bitch" and smiled, moving to the only other stall there. She stuck her arm in front of that one.

"And that one is out of order," she said.

My mouth fell open. What was this?

"What's your problem?" I said, pushing her hand away.

"Tell you what," she said, glaring at me, "I'll let you use this one." Then, she gripped my arm, swung the stall door open, and shoved me inside so hard I was slammed up against the partition.

"Hey, shit!" I started to say, stunned, but before I could figure out what was up, this girl grabbed my hair and, and with the other hand, slapped my face forward and backward, twice, leaving my eyes filled with tears and my cheeks humming with pain.

"I saw you throwing your pretty little ass at my boyfriend, slut!" She gripped my neck now, holding me against the partition, and she was clutching one of my breasts through thin fabric of my light blue slipdress.

So that was it! "No... listen... I wasn't... I didn't know-"

"Bullshit!" She slapped me again, and I tried to fend off the backslap by putting my hand up and kicking out at her. I caught the inside of her calf, which only pissed her off more. This angry girl drove her knee up, right between my legs, catching me square in the middle of my mound, which wasn't very well defended by a pair of white lace cotton panties.

I moaned and doubled over, clutching at my aching pussy, my head was against her shoulder, and she grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, slapped me once more, so hard this time my head spun. I blindly stuck my hands out to push her away, my vision blurry, but she only used that to grab both my wrists and pull me away from the partition.

"Get on the floor, cunt!" she barked at me. I hesitated, still in disbelief at what was happening, but she pulled hard on one wrist and twisted me around so my arm was wrenched behind my back. Then, she easily forced me to my knees in front of the toilet.

My head swam in panic and pain. Why wasn't anyone coming in to help me? I had no time to think of any more than that, because this cat-quick, powerful girl yanked my dress up onto my back just then and delivered several swift kicks to my pantied ass, the toe of her shoe connecting painfully, causing me to fall forward over the toilet bowl.

I cried out, and managed, "Pleeease... stop!" I think I was trying to say I was sorry when she kicked me in the side. I grunted in pain, trying to gather my breath, and started to roll over onto the floor. I had planned to just curl up in a ball until someone came in to stop this wild bitch. She pulled me back to my kneeled-over position at the toilet.

"You're not going anywhere, cutie-pie." Then I felt her pull my dress up and pull my panties down. I was panting with fear now. She stood over me, straddling me, as I started to sob softly, my voice ragged with pain and shock. I could feel her legs on either side of me, and I just stared down into the bowl, praying it would end. She stroked my hair mockingly.

"Awww... poor little doll," she said, "didn't get to fuck the stud and then got her pretty ass beat by the better woman."

"N-no... I wasn't trying-"

"Shuttup, whore!" She smacked the side of my head viciously with her open palm, and I whimpered, my tears falling into the toilet water.

"My my," she cooed, "what a pretty ass." I felt her hand on my bare butt just then

I froze, my breath strangled in my throat. The next thing I saw was a pair of black lace panties being dropped in front of me, by the toilet seat. Then I felt the short hairs of her pussy against my ass, humping. She was rubbing herself on me, and I could feel her wetness on the soft skin of my ass.

"Ohhh yeahhhh," she whispered, her breath starting to pant now. She gripped my shoulders and started riding me like a pony. I was helpless, trembling fiercely and deathly afraid to try to stop her because I knew she would beat me senseless.

"Kicking your ass made me hot, little girl..." she said in a hoarse whisper. All I could do was hang on to the toilet and rock with her movements as she rubbed her pussy on my ass. In a few seconds, I felt her shudder.

"Ohhgodddd!" she moaned. "Yessssssssss" Her juices were all over my ass. She climbed off of me, and I saw her hand pick up the panties.

"You know, I think I'll just fucking choke you to death now."

And that's when it happened. The stab of fear and humiliation went through me like a rocket, and my bladder, which I never got to relieve, opened up. Hot urine gushed from my pussy and splashed onto the bathroom floor. I was too weak to move, I just laid there, my ass in the air, piss dripping from my crotch, sobbing.

"Oh my god... you messy bitch!" she crowed at me. "Your disgusting." She pulled my head up by the hair just before you left. "Remember me, girlie. Don't ever fuckin try to steal my man again." With that, she shoved my head down against the porcelain, almost splitting my lip.

She slammed the stall door as she exited, leaving me a beaten, trembling, dripping mess.

After a minute or so, another girl came in and heard me crying. She helped me up, and helped me clean myself up. I was so humiliated I could barely speak. My panties were soaked with my own urine, and I ended up throwing them away. I got straightened up and found my friends. I told them a girl slapped me around, but never told them the other part.

I live in a pretty small town, and I passed each day after that dreading the fact that I may see her again. I did see her again, and that next meeting changed my life.


Chapter 2

It had been three weeks since the tall blonde at the club had beaten me up in the ladies room. It had taken me a couple of days to recuperate from that, both physically and emotionally, but I never told a soul. It was way too humiliating, and I didn't want it getting back to her.

I had a day off and decided to spend it at the beach, alone, just me and the sun. I was wearing a tiny yellow two piece t-back, that had a thin ruffled skirt along the waistband. As petite as I am, I still have a very nice ass and the guys were gawking as I made my way from the parking area to the sand. I found a fairly secluded area and put on some lotion and settled in for a nice day in the sunshine.

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