The following is my first work of fiction. All the characters are 18 years old or older.
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"Say it, you cocksucker. Say it."
"I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR BITCH!"
Sarah smirked. It was a cocky smirk. The smirk of someone who not only just won but humiliated her opponent who so richly deserved it. But she was also confused. While she fully understood why dominating Brock for all his teasing and stupid grab-ass behavior felt good, she didn't know why it was making her pussy so wet. And not just wet. She could feel an arousing warmth growing inside her. It was tingly and powerful unlike anything she had ever felt in her 18 years.
Brock for his part just whimpered meekly. Sarah had him on his knees in a very painful hammerlock. It felt like his arm would dislocate at any moment. Sarah looked over at her old friend John. He smirked back as he held back Brock's buddies. Sarah released Brock and pushed him to the ground.
"Fuck you!" Brock whimpered.
Sarah moved towards Brock, and he cowered. Sarah snickered. John let go of Brock's buddies and walked toward Sarah.
"Let's go, John."
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Sarah Graham was a high school senior with sandy blond hair. She was 5'8'', 125 lb. with a toned athletic body. She was the quintessential tomboy, always wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She preferred boy shorts to thongs and plain Hanes bras to the frilly Victoria Secret types. Her hair was always in either a ponytail or messy bun. While she thought some of the boys in school were cute, she no desire to date them.
Her most notable physical feature was DD-cup breasts that she had no use for. Her large bust was just another obstacle to her. One that required wearing two sports bras to just go jogging. Her dream was to be a Mixed Martial Arts fighter or an American Ninja Warrior. Her room was decorated with posters of Ronda Rousey, Joanna Jędrzejczyk, Jessie Graff, and Kacy Catanzaro. Big boobs just got in the way.
She learned her love of fighting and athletics from her father. He co-owned a gym. Before Sarah was born, he was a promising Tae Kwan Do fighter. He nearly qualified for the Olympics before a knee injury derailed him.
Her mom and he were young when Sarah was born, about 22 years old. While her father went to work at a local gym and worked he was up to manager and eventually bought in as co-owner, her mom went to community college. After she finished her nursing degree, she divorced Sarah's dad and moved in with a doctor from the local hospital. A few years later they moved away, and Sarah barely saw her again.
Her dad tried to give her a well-rounded life growing up. In addition to giving her Tae Kwan Do lessons, he bought her Barbie's and My Little Ponies. Sarah had little interest in the dolls. He wouldn't admit it, but he was always a little proud when he would catch her arranging martial arts tournaments for her dolls instead of playing house.
Tae Kwan Do lessons were where she met John. They started taking lessons together at 8 years old. They became quick friends. He was one of the few boys who didn't treat Sarah different for being a girl. He didn't tease her or go easy on her when they sparred.
They fell out of touch when John stopped going at 14 years old. He decided to focus on football where he starred as an all-conference linebacker. He had grown into a 6'3'', 195 lb. athlete. His dark brown hair was thick and wavy.
He was always kind of a dork, preferring to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cartoons to chasing girls. He never quite grew out of it even as he grew into in strong lean body that many of the girls at school gawked at in the halls.
Sarah stuck with the lessons. She excelled at them. So much so, she received college scholarships from a half dozen universities. Her father marveled at her abilities. Where he had excelled through practiced technical proficiency, Sarah had an innate understanding of fighting that made her a creative and difficult to handle opponent. These skills served her well in her fight with Brock.
Brock was a stereotypical bully. Growing up, he was always big for his age but not coordinated or disciplined enough to use that size for sports. He masked his insecurity by picking on anyone smaller than him.
On this fateful day, he chose to target Sarah. He never liked her. She was smoking hot even though she didn't put in the effort on her makeup or clothes like other girls. She barely acknowledged he existed.
On this day, he was hanging out with his two buddies in the parking lot after school. Sarah walked by and he called out, "Hey sweet tits, how about a smile?"
Sarah rolled her eyes but kept moving. He wasn't worth a response. Brock did not take being ignored lightly.
"Hey I'm talking to you! Learn to take a compliment, bitch."
He turned to his friends and muttered, "Frigid bitch."
Sarah was having a bad day. She was late to school because her car wouldn't start. Her math teacher chewed her out because she didn't finish her homework. At lunch, a cheerleader scoffed at her and called her fat because she was eating a burger. This was the last straw.
"Oh so I'm a bitch? Why? Because I didn't swoon when Brock O'Neal called me 'sweet tits'? Get over yourself."
During this exchange, John walked into the parking lot. The yelling caught his attention.
"Whatever bitch. Calm down. Are you on your period or something?"
Brock and his buddies thought this was hilarious. Sarah found it enraging. John did not like hearing him call anyone a bitch let alone his former friend. While Sarah and John had barely talked in the past four years, he still regarded her as a friend.
Sarah stepped to Brock and said, "Apologize before I make you beg for forgiveness."
Brock scoffed at her. He stepped toe-to-toe with her. At 6' 1'', he had to look down to make eye contact with the 5'8'' girl.
"Fuck off, bitch."
John had had enough. "Hey asshole, step off."
Brock's buddies got in between John and Brock. Brock looked over at John then down at Sarah.
"I know what will make you feel better." With that, he roughly grabbed Sarah's ass. Before he even knew what was happening, Sarah grabbed her wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. He fell to his knees.
John had just struggled past Brock's buddies. All three froze trying to grasp the quick change in fortunes. When one of the buddies tried to come to Brock's aid, John started to hold them back.
"Who is the bitch now, Brock?"
"Fuck you, bitch!"
She twisted his arm more sending a sharp wave of pain through Brock's arm. She also kicked his foot out from underneath him as he tried to regain his footing.
"Say it," Sarah said coolly. "Say it and it all ends."
"Fuck off!"
Brock yelped as she twisted his arm further. It was all he could take.
"Say it, you cocksucker. Say it."
