Amy walks into school a day after the hardest day of her 18 years of life. She missed the penalty shot that would have given her soccer team the championship; instead, her miss gave the opponents a shot and they connected to win the championship. She wore a baggy hooded sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants that day to try to hide herself from embarrassment and the name calling from the other students, especially Rachel.
Rachel also 18 is the head cheerleader and the hottest girl in the school standing 5'5" tall weighing no more than 110 pounds. She has a nice tan and long silky blonde hair with a flat stomach and toned, but not too big arms and legs. Rachel came into school today wearing a tight fitting tank top and short skirt showing as much skin as the school will allow which is the complete opposite of what Amy is wearing. It was one more reason why Amy hated her most of all.
Amy gets to her first class and sits at her seat with Rachel sitting at the desk right behind her. Rachel reaches forward and grabs Amy's hood and pulls it down. "Hey, everyone, look! It's the girl who embarrassed our school yesterday at the soccer game!" Rachel says as the whole class laughs. Amy grabs her hood and places it over her head again to hide herself from the laughter and mocking. This kept on coming throughout the day from Rachel and the rest of the cheerleaders.
Finally, the last bell rings and Amy gets to go to her happy place the soccer field, but first has to stop in the locker room to change into her practice uniform. She takes off her baggy shirt and pants and reveals her perfect body. Rachel might be the hottest girl in class, but Amy is not far behind in the looks department. Many say she looks like a younger version on Alex Morgan with long brown hair, brown eyes, tight ab muscles, and strong arms and legs with a golden brown tan from playing outdoors everyday. Amy puts on her practice uniform and walks out to the practice field right past the cheerleaders practice who stops to stare at Amy and laugh at her.
"Do you really think you should be walking out there after yesterday" Rachel says as Amy walks past giving Rachel the finger and running to the field as the other cheerleaders laugh and yell at Amy making fun of her.
Finally, practice ends and the soccer team walks back into the locker room through the gym and see the cheerleaders talking to the football players. Amy's soccer teammates try to hide her from the mocking, and as Amy walks past the cheerleaders, she notices that Rachel is not with them. She's by herself, walking to the girl’s locker room. Amy sees her chance for revenge and tells her teammates to keep anyone out of the girl’s locker room while she takes care of the bitchy cheerleader. Her teammates nod their heads and follow her to the door as Amy walks in and locks the door as the rest of the team stays outside.
Rachel goes to her locker and starts to take her shirt off. Soon she starts to hear the clicking of someone's footsteps getting closer to her until she hears a familiar voice. "Finally got you on your own without any of your followers with you to back you up," Amy says from behind. Wearing only a white sports bra and powder blue basketball shorts, Rachel turns around to see Amy staring down at her, wearing her sweaty white soccer uniform, shin guards and cleats with her brown tied back in a ponytail and fists clenched. "Hey, Amy, how was practice today" Rachel said with a nervous tone. "You know I was just joking about the soccer game, right? I thought we were friends! Just teasing each other."
"You’re a real fucking riot," Amy says, stepping closer to Rachel while the cheerleader steps backwards until her back hits the locker. "Let's see how funny you are with a black eye." Amy throws a punch at the cheerleader's face as hard as she can.
Rachel sees Amy's arm pull back and finally fly forward, and with no time to beg for forgiveness, she does the only thing she can think of and at the last second ducks out of the way. She hears a loud crash, then a scream of pain as Amy's hand misses Rachel, but does not miss the metal locker behind it. "OW! Crap!" Amy screams as she grabs her hand, holding it tight to her body. Rachel then sneaks behind her and kicks the taller brunette in the back of the leg, dropping Amy to her knees.
"Not so tough now, are you, bitch?!" Rachel screams at the hurting Amy.
"Still tougher than you" Amy says as she gets up, shaking her hurt hand and with a slight limp. She walks to the perky cheerleader and with her left hand swings another wild punch at Rachel's head. Rachel again ducks out of the way, and midway through the follow through she punches Amy in her tight stomach, then follows that up with a kick to the back of the same knee to knock the soccer star to the ground again. Instead of talking trash and letting Amy get up, this time Rachel stays on the attack and jumps on Amy's stomach and starts throwing slaps at her head. Amy puts her hands in front of her face for protection and starts to buck up and down to get the smaller cheerleader off of her, and finally succeeds knocking Rachel to the floor.
Rachel stands up over the whimpering soccer star as Amy rolls to her stomach covering her stinging red face. "Now stay down cunt!" Rachel says, stomping hard on Amy's back before she starts to walk away.
“Fuck you,” growls Amy as she starts to get to her hands and knees.
Rachel turns around and runs and kicks Amy in her stomach, knocking her back over and against the locker. This time Rachel does not let up by continuing to kick Amy in her stomach and chest. Amy tries her best to protect herself but Rachel’s strong kicks are too much and all she can do is cry in agony and try to curl up defensively. “You thought yesterday was embarrassing? Well today is going to be even worse” Rachel says as she starts to rip off Amy’s shoes, socks, shorts, and shirt, leaving her in only her pink sports bra and tiny panties.
Rachel walks to the door and unlocks it as she throws Amy's uniform at her teammates. Rachel looks at the to the soccer players with a grin. “Amy wants you to hold this.” She closes the door and relocks it so no one can get in as Amy’s teammates bang on the door. It was locked tight, which causes or the people in the gym to walk over and see what is happening.
Rachel turns back to Amy as she tries to crawl back up to her hands and knees. Her belly hurt so bad from the kids that she struggles just trying to stand up.
"Looks like once a loser, always a loser, huh, bitch?" Rachel gloats. She sends another kick up into Amy's stomach, which lifts her off the locker room floor for a moment. Amy coughs weakly as she curls up on the floor. Amy tries to reach out and grab Rachel's ankle, but the cheerleader just lifts her foot out of the way and stomps on her fingers. Amy lets out another pained scream as her hand is crushed under the half-dressed cheerleader's bare foot.
"You might as well thank me," Rachel boasts as she leans down and grabs Amy by the hair. She's in too much pain to resist when Rachel bangs her head into the nearest locker. Even the gathering crowd outside the locked doors could hear the clang of the hollow metal and Amy's cry of pain. "At least you can blame it on your injuries when you fuck up next time!"
Rachel yanks open the locker and shoves Amy's head and neck inside. Amy had tears in her eyes from all the pain and her trouble breathing from all the hits to her breast and stomach. She shakes her head desperately. "No... fucking stop, you psycho," she pleaded, but Rachel slammed the locker door shut on her head. Amy hears her own screams echo around her in the tight locker.
"Keep calling me names, bitch," Rachel warns before she slams it shut on Amy again. "See what that gets you!"
Amy hears some noise at the other end of the locker room, but she ignores it. There were the two entrances, she recalls, and only one with the lock on it. The back way was still open, but she only takes that to mean she had better hurry up with her fun before she gets interrupted. She leans on the locker door, pressing it tightly against Amy's neck. Amy gags and squirms, but she was powerless to stop the leverage put on her by Rachel. The cheerleader bends down and tore at the athlete's panties, baring her ass and giving it a few hard spanks. Amy cries out as each hit jiggles her toned bottom.
Rachel finally pulls Amy back out and props her back against the nearby bench. Amy is a wreck, her face streaming with tears and her body covered in scrapes and bruises. Rachel wasn't quite content with this, so she rips Amy's bra off over her head. Amy's weak arms don't even resist, left nude, hurting and humiliated when Rachel grabs her breasts and squeezed, digging her nails and fingers into the soft flesh and her hard nipples to wreck her lovely tits.
Amy shrieks and thrashes weakly as people finally burst into the locker room. The principal is the first to reach them, moving past the crowd as he grabs Rachel by the arm. He pulls Rachel back to her feet, but she spits on Amy for good measure. "You lose again, Amy!" Rachel snaps, but the principal forces her away.
"That's enough! Both of you! Get dressed and meet me in the office!" the principal demands. The girls give each other a few last glances, whether of fear and shame or anger and pride, then they move to obey their orders.
Rachel and Amy wait in the office with the principal, the authority figure watching them sternly to ensure that no more trouble got started. Their mothers arrived shortly, dressed to indicate they had been pulled away from their own activities by the phone calls.
Heather, Amy's mother, still wore her clothes fresh from a yoga class. Pink spandex pants went with her tight, purple top, looking good on her toned body, even if it was a bit out of place. She looked good for her age, working hard to maintain her good looks and slim figure.
Debra was Rachel's blonde mother, and generally in similar shape to Heather apart from slightly bigger build in both breasts and her physique. She was dressed in her tennis gear, called from the middle of practice for the meeting about the girls' squabble.
"I wanted to make you both aware of the unacceptable behavior," the principal went on as the mothers listen intently between glances at the other women in the room. He notices the glares aren't just at their own children; the mothers give dirty looks at the rival girl, and especially at the other mother. The looks shared between Debra and Heather made it clear to him that there was more going on between the two parents. "I also wanted your input on their punishment. I understand that Amy has been under a lot of pressure lately, so-"
"No, it's fine," Heather cuts in with a nonplussed look on her face. "It sounds like Rachel was asking for it anyway. I just hope she does better next time."
The principal gives her a surprised look. "Next time?" he asks in surprise.
Debra just huffs with a smirk on her lips. "You're asking for your girl to get her ass beat again? It won't be any different a second time. Your girl's as weak and pathetic as you are, Heather."
"Keep talking, bitch," Heather snaps defensively. "I'm not fighting my girls' battles, but I'll be glad to slap some respect into you."
"Ladies, please." The principal tries to calm the situation down, but they are still going at it.
"You think you're HALF as tough as me, you cow? Maybe your girl can actually learn how to fight if she watches me beat your ass." Amy and Rachel watch with intense interest, both of them looking forward to their own mother humiliating the other's.
"Excuse us, sir," Heather says in with a strained politeness to her smile and tone. "Do you have a gym we can use? The girls aren't in any trouble with us, but we need to settle this. Now!"
The principal isn't sure what to do. He doesn't have any power over the parents, of course, so he couldn't exactly drag them in for a browbeating like Amy and Rachel. Then again, the gym would be the best place for them to have their fight rather than let them destroy his office or the halls in the chaos. He sighs and gets out his keys, leading them to the gym.
The girls sit on the bleachers, but the principal ensures that they were out of arm's reach from each other. The women were already dressed for a workout, since Debra didn't mind that she was wearing a skirted tennis uniform to the fight. Heather was going through a quick stretch in her revealing yoga outfit a few paces off.
"Kick her ass, mom!" Rachel calls out to Debra. "Trash that scrawny bitch!"
"Fuck her up good," Amy encourages from her own side. "Rachel got lucky, but that old hag's got nothin'!"
The women waste no time in going right into it. They already had a history of feuding and arguing ever since highschool, and they couldn't wait to get their hands on each other. Heather runs right into Debra, quickly wrestling with her as she grabbed her by the hair and shoulder. Debra doesn't bother with the lockup and just punches Heather in the jaw. The darker-haired mom staggers to one side but keeps her balance, but that doesn't last as Debra swings an ironic soccer kick right into Heather's twat.
"AWWW!" Heather screams gutturally as her hands go to her spandex-clad crotch. The yoga pants are squashed into her privates hard enough to give her a visible cameltoe. Heather was already bending over, so Debra grabs her by the hair and starts driving her knee up into Heather's face and chest.
"Hey, no fighting dirty!" Amy objects, but Rachel laughs at the Heather's expense.
"What rules?!" she jeers. "It's not my fault if your mom can't fight for shit! Get her, mom! Kick her fat ass!" The principal between them just watches in shock at how viciously Debra went on beating Heather .
Back on the gym floor, Debra takes Heather by the hair. Heather was already beaten badly enough that her face was already looking red and swollen with a split lip, and she's already groaning in pain. Debra shoves her by the hair into the nearest wall, the padded mats lining them doing her few favors as her breasts and face slammed into them.
Debra comes up behind Heather to take her by the hair again, baring her teeth in a wicked grin before she starts to slam her face into the wall over and over again. Heather’s sweat and saliva leaves a smear on the mats where she keeps hitting, barely able to raise her arms to ease the impact anymore and her top knocked off-center to flash some of her bra.
"Looks like you should have skipped the yoga class and taken some boxing lessons, you pathetic whore," Debra hisses into Heather's ear and punches her sharply in the ribs from behind. Heather suddenly twists and rams her elbow into Debra’s breast, making her shout in pain as much as surprise. Debra backs off while Heather rubs her sore face, giving a quick tug on her top to try to straighten it out (and failed) before she rushes after Deb.
Amy cheers loudly at her mother's counter attack as Heather claws and swings wildly at Debra. The sportily dressed milf stumbled back as Heather pins her back against the wall near the locker room. Heather’s hands grab Deb by the neck, making her panic before Heather can start to properly strangle her. Debra kicks out desperately and unexpectedly lands a knee right into Heather’s already abused pussy. Heather lets out another quick grunt, but it's enough to loosen her grip. Debra kicks her in the belly just to shove her away, and once again she lucks out as Heather lands roughly onto a metal rack of basketballs. The balls spill out all over the gym and Heather lets out a pained scream as her back bounces off the steel rods that make up the mobile rack.
Amy lets out a cry of despair while Rachel laughs in triumph. Heather can only lay on her stomach, holding her aching back as Debra struts over, her confidence back in play. Debra takes one of the basketballs and chucks it at close range, audibly bouncing off of Heather’s head. Heather screams and curls up into a ball herself, trying to cover herself up from any more beating.
"Is that all you've got, you clumsy pig? You must have taught your little slut of a daughter to fight like that too!" Debra taunts, giving Heather a few kicks in the ribs and ass. Heather can only whimper and twitch from the hits, her head ringing and her pussy and back in pain.
Debra escalated the beating by grabbing her tight top and bra in one go, pulling it over her head and leaving the mother topless. Amy blushes terribly and tries to look away from her mother's beating, but the shocking sight and Rachel's cruel laughter makes her stare on. Debra kicks Amy's mother in her naked tits, the rough sole of her tennis shoes leaving shallow scrapes across the bouncing jugs.
"Look at you! Every bit as pathetic as your loser daughter," Debra went on, kicking Heather in the ass hard enough to send the curvy woman flat on her face. "Let's show her how pathetic you can really be!" Debra grabs Heather by the edge of her yoga pants and pulls them down to expose her tight pink panties.
"Nooo! Please, no!" Heather pleads, tears in her eyes as she weakly slaps and kicks at Heather's hands to no avail.
"Hey! Knock it off, bitch!" Amy shouts. When Debra shows no signs of stopping, she stands up from her seat and jumps the few rows down the bleachers to rescue her mother.
Unfortunately, Rachel sticks out her leg and trips her on the last row. Amy takes an ugly spill and lands on her side. The athletic girl gives a loud, painful grunt as she lands on her side, clutching her shoulder tightly.
"No interfering, you dumbass cunt," Rachel scolds. The cheerleader gets up and goes right after her already beaten opponent. "Where's your sense of a fair fight? In fact... I think that deserves a PENALTY SHOT!" She gives a short sprint and kicks Amy right in the stomach, which gets a spray of spit and a sickly noise out of Amy.
"That's my girl! Always has mommy's back," Debra boasts as she grabs Heather by the hair. The nearly nude yoga mom is forced to crawl after her on all fours or else be dragged even more painfully across the gym floor. "What do you say we show them who's the stronger family, sweety?" Debra offers to her daughter. "Let's make them match."
Rachel nods and gladly starts to tear off Amy's clothes. Her body still hadn't recovered from the first beating, so the fall from the bleachers and the kicking was enough to have her down and helpless to perform any sort of fighting back. Soon Amy and Heather were both stripped down to nothing but their panties and clearly at the mercy of Amy and Debra looming over them.
The principal is still too overwhelmed to stop any of this, only capable of staring and gawking at the sight. The victorious family makes sure to take full advantage of this fact as they each sit on their rival's face. The tennis and cheerleader skirts make sure that the pantied asses shove right into the losers' noses. Amy and Heather burst into tears beneath them, but their sobs just seem to send pleasant vibrations up the winning girls' hips.
"Mm, you make a decent seat, Amy," Rachel praises mockingly. "At least you can do one thing right."
"I'll say. At least her mom comes with some decent sized toys attached." Debra makes her point clear as she slaps Heather's tits around as they thrust up into the air in front of her. Debra laughs in delight at the cruel punishment, pinching and pulling on Heather's nipples to stretch her breasts out. Heather's crying and screaming just gets louder as Deb's painted manicured nails dig their hard edges into her delicate nipples. Heather is barely able to register the disgust as she realizes her cries of pain are literally getting her opponent off as she grinds against her open mouth with her wet crotch.
"Ohh, that's a good bitch. You know just how to keep a woman happy. You make a much better slut than you do a fighter," Debra taunts. "Does the little loser do the same, Rachel?"
"Let's find out!" Rachel suddenly punches Amy in her toned stomach and the athlete twitches beneath her. "You heard her! Start licking, you little dyke and maybe we'll let you go!"
Amy was too hurt and terrified to refuse, and Rachel felt her tongue weakly licking at her hated rival's pussy through her panties. "Not like that!" Rachel scolded, slapping her hand down on Amy's spread open twat. "Go inside! I have to do everything for you, you fucking tard?"
Rachel sat up on her knees enough to slip out of her panties, shoving her wet, naked crotch into Amy's face. Debra laughs at her daughter's creative cruelty and intense domination of the other girl, even as she was busy slapping and punching around Heather's tits. Rachel starts to grind aggressively against Amy's face, making her wet and excited snatch smear itself all over the athletic girl. Amy feels like she's being marked as her property like this, but she can't spare the words to beg or cry any more. She rolls out her tongue and laps at Rachel's barely legal pussy.
Rachel pulls down Amy's panties around her ankles as well, wondering if she was going to violate her as well. Instead, she feels Rachel's fingers bury into Amy's pussy lips, pinching and pulling with her nails. "No, you stupid little cunt! Can't you even lick pussy right?! Maybe a little pain will motivate you!" Rachel threatened. "I'll let go a little every time you get it right. Now get to eating me like you mean it or I'll rip your slutty pussy off!"
Amy has to choke back the taste of her rival and her own moans of pain to focus on her painful and humiliating duty. While they go through with Rachel's malicious game, Debra climbs off of Heather and sits on the floor beside her. She grabs Heather's panties and pulls until the loud ripping noise announcess the underwear being ruined and painfully removed.
"Don't you worry," Debra grins at the breathless and frightened-looking rival mother. "I won't treat you as rough as my girl is with yours. In fact, let's enjoy it together!" Debra spreads her legs out and forced Heather to sit in her lap. Heather can barely squirm to resist, too beaten and exhausted from the fight. Debra takes her by the legs and lifts them over her knees, forcing Heather to sit in front of her rival with her thighs spread painfully wide.
Heather realizes she's positioned right in front of Amy and Rachel, forced to watch as Rachel humps her daughter's face and tortures Amy's pussy. Her face is bright red with shame and anger, but Debra grabs and squeezes one of her breasts from behind. Her rival goes on by reaching around Heather's side, softly rubbing her fingers over the pussy that she had kicked and kneed to recently.
"No... fuck! No, don't!" Heather pleads, seeing what Debra is doing to her. Heather's pussy begins growing warm and wet despite the horrible scene going on in front of her. Heather struggles but fails to escape as Debra forces her legs and pussy lips wide open and starts to finger her more roughly.
"Stop! You can't do this!" Heather moans miserably as fresh tears came to her face. Amy kicks and screams, but her voice is muffled by Rachel's naked ass and pussy.
"The hell I can't!" growled Debra in her ear. "You lost. You're pathetic. You don't deserve this pussy. This weak little pussy?" Debra gives a firm pinch at Heather's clit, making her jolt in a mix of shame, pain, and unwated arousal. "This pussy is MINE now! I decide what to do with it, not you!"
As Rachel starts to moan and hump harder and faster, her clawing and pinching does relax on Amy's pussy. Good to her word, the hornier she got from Amy's oral, the less she was hurting her. Heather feels her stomach turn at the passionate slurping and gagging of her daughter beneath the bullying cheerleader, and the obvious impending orgasm in Rachel's passionate cries. What made things worse was with Debra's forced fingering, Heather's own body was growing increasingly aroused.
"That's it! Like that! There's a good little pet dyke! You suck at fighting, you suck at soccer, but damn if you can't suck a clit like a professional cunt-licker..." Rachel pelts Amy with her degrading dirty talk until her legs clamp tightly around her head, her thrusts momentarily even harder. Amy kicks and claws at the gym floor, clearly struggling to breathe with the tight legs and aggressive humping closing around her nose and mouth.
Despite Heather's fear at the sight, Debra had been rolling her clit between her fingers while pinching and pulling at her nipple. Heather's body betrays her and she orgasms in front of her trapped and choking daughter, and Debra holds her pussy and legs open to make her squirt over the gym floor.
On the other end of things, Rachel watches her own victim's humiliated mother and orgasmed over Amy's face. She clenches around the squirming soccer player and releases her cum over her whimpering face before she lifts a leg off and slide off. Amy looks a mess of tears and Rachel's cum as she coughs and spits miserably.
"I've had better," Rachel says with a smirk aimed at her mother. Debra grins and shoves the naked Heather to one side and gets up to hug her daughter as they laugh together. Heather smiles at the principal, still stunned at the sight of the dominant family.
"Sorry about the mess. I'm sure they'll be glad to clean it up," Heather says, indicating the naked and bruised mother and daughter that they had laid out on the ground in pools of cum. "And no need to go telling the school board or anything about this. They're good athletic girls, and I'm sure Amy doesn't need any MORE humiliation than all this, right?"
The principal wasn't even sure how he'd explain all this, or who would believe him, so he nods as Heather and Rachel leave together.
He finally gathers his wits enough to go over to the downed pair. Amy is dragging herself up and wiping her face off with her taken shirt. Heather is rubbing her aching thighs and crotch miserably. "Are you two alright? Do you need me to get an ambulance?"
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