PART THREE - NIGHTMARE FROM THE PAST

INTRODUCTION

It's been two years since the previous chapter. Barbara Hollings quit her job as a professor at Wells College. Kim Everett has graduated and is living at home with her mother Jennifer, the wife of the Chairman of BevCo Industries. Ellen Kinsey has also graduated, she's now working for BevCo Industries.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Barbara had been through several jobs in the eighteen months since her resignation from the Wells College faculty. Despite her outstanding credentials, she seemed unable to find a job that she could handle. Not only that, the economy was making her job search difficult. She was surprised, one day, to receive a message on her telephone answering machine from a woman identifying herself as Jennifer Everett, the mother of her former student. "If this is the Barbara Hollings that taught at Wells College two years ago," the voice said, "it would be to your advantage to meet with me." The message gave a number to call.

After some soul-searching, and reliving of many unpleasant memories, Barbara got up the courage to call the woman. On the phone, Jennifer was evasive about why she wanted to meet with Barbara. She made it clear, however, that she knew all about what had happened to Barbara and Kim at college and that she bore no ill feelings toward Barbara for her part in the affair. Jennifer invited her to lunch the following day at her house.

Barbara took a bus to an upper-class neighborhood and walked the final two blocks to the address that Jennifer had given her. At her knock, the door was answered by a maid who showed Barbara to the patio. She was shocked to recognize her former student Kim Everett sitting next to another blonde woman. Upon closer inspection, Barbara could see that the other woman was older than she at first appeared. They stood as Barbara approached.

"Hi Miss Hollings," Kim said, rushing forward to embrace her former teacher. "It's been a long time, almost two years. How have you been?" Barbara wiped away a tear from her eye and hugged the lithe blonde firmly. "I've been all right," she lied, "how did you manage with those two after I left?" Barbara tried not to reveal too much until she found out more about what the two women had planned.

"There's plenty of time to discuss that later," Kim said turning toward the other woman. "I'd like you to meet my mother, Jennifer." Barbara shook hands with the blonde and studied her face. In spite of the lines at the corners of her eyes, and around her mouth, Jennifer Everett was still a strikingly beautiful woman. Barbara could imagine how attractive a couple she and Kim made on the beach, or at poolside, in their bikinis.

Barbara sat between the women and Jennifer came directly to the point. She pulled out a manila envelope and dumped several pictures on the table in front of Barbara. The brunette's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the pictures that Martina Dodge and Ellen Kinsey had taken of she and Kim in Martina's bedroom. "Please, Mrs Everett, I can explain, . . ." she began but Jennifer cut her off with a hand on her arm.

"It's all right Barbara," she said soothingly, "Kim told me everything. I know you were an unwilling a participant, just as she was. I just wanted you to see the pictures and know that what I'm about to say is as sincere as I can be." Barbara, her head spinning, nodded dumbly as Jennifer continued. "My husband owns a large cosmetics company in the city. He is always on the lookout for intelligent, attractive, young women for his office. I know that you have had trouble keeping a job during the past few years and I'd like to help you out. After all, you and Kim . . ." she fingered the pictures, drawing her fingernails across the picture of Barbara.

"What my mother means," Kim interrupted, "is that I asked her to get you a job with the company. I realize now that tried to protect me from those two women and I wanted to re-pay you in some small way." Barbara blushed. "Really, it was nothing," she said modestly.

They talked for several hours as Kim explained in graphic detail for Barbara the on-going abuse and humiliation she, and later Jennifer, had been forced to endure at the hands of Martina, Ellen and Dean Gormley. After her graduation, Ellen Kinsey had stayed on at Wells as Martina's graduate assistant. During her senior year, Kim had been constantly abused and humiliated by Ellen, Martina, Dean Gormley and a couple of other teachers. Before she had graduated, Kim herself had been forced to help Martina lure another student into her web to replace Kim after she graduated.

"That probably hurt me more than anything else," Kim admitted. "It was then that I resolved to repay you for some of the evil things I said about you at the time. Now that I've been where you were, I can appreciate how you must have felt." Barbara thanked her for her sincerity, but asked what she wanted from her. "I want to help you," Kim said touching Barbara gently on the arm. The brunette recoiled from the young woman's touch.

Kim, startled, looked at Jennifer, who only nodded. "My mother is the same way," she explained to Barbara. "She won't let Dad or I touch her anymore, he's distraught." Barbara sagged in her chair. "So this is the result of Martina's games," Barbara thought to herself, "Kim's mother is an emotional wreck and I'm . . ." she realized she didn't know what had become of her. Were her professional and personal failures the result of her abuse at Ellen's hands?

It was late afternoon by the time the women concluded their conversation. Jennifer had made an appointment with the BevCo personnel office for a job interview for Barbara on Monday. She would have the weekend to get herself ready. She thanked Jennifer and embraced Kim, giving her a peck on the cheek. Barbara was facing Jennifer as she did so, and watched Jennifer flinch as she kissed her daughter.

Kim offered to drive Barbara back to her apartment, but Jennifer reminded her daughter that she had to get ready for her date later that evening. Jennifer picked up Kim's keys and, taking Barbara firmly by the arm, led her to the garage. She roughly pushed the ex-teacher into the front seat of the sedan and walked around the car. As she slid behind the wheel, Jennifer's skirt hiked above her knees, exposing a band of soft, pale flesh between her stockings and her panties. Barbara quickly averted her eyes, but not before Jennifer caught her staring at her legs.

As Jennifer wheeled the big car through the traffic, she placed her hand on Barbara's thigh. The black-haired woman shrank away from Jennifer's touch. "Please don't," she said. "What's the matter Barbara," Jennifer teased as she moved her hand higher, "have you changed your preference since you left school?" Barbara grabbed the blonde's wrist and forced her hand away from her leg.

"I don't know what game you're playing Jennifer," she said through clenched teeth, "but if that's what you want you'll have to get someone else. I'm not interested." Barbara was surprised at Jennifer's reaction. The blonde put her hand back on the wheel and straightened her skirt. "I'm sorry Barbara," she said, "but I had to be sure about you. Although you couldn't tell it from her appearance, Kim is very unsure of her sexuality right now. I've found out that she's still seeing Ellen Kinsey behind my back. Her "date" this evening, as a matter of fact, is with Ellen."

Jennifer could tell by Barbara's expression she'd known nothing of Kim and Ellen's affair. "My god," she whispered, "how horrible. Have you talked to her about it?" Jennifer shook her head sadly. "I tried the other night after I called you," she said, "but she refused to discuss it. She ran out of the house and didn't come back until morning. I can only assume she spent the night with that woman."

Jennifer continued, "I'm afraid if she has another affair like the one with Martina and Ellen, it could scar her psyche forever." Barbara raised an eyebrow and looked sideways at Jennifer. "Is that why you invited me to lunch?" she asked pointedly, "To help you fight Ellen?"

Guiding the car to a stop on the side of the road, Jennifer turned to Barbara. "I'll do anything I can to prevent her being hurt further by that redheaded bitch," she said. Barbara wondered aloud if that included sacrificing her in Kim's place. "I won't lie to you Barbara," Jennifer said, "that thought had occurred to me, but I'd prefer to run Ellen out of her life entirely without hurting you in the process."

"What do you mean?" Barbara asked surprised. Jennifer explained that she wanted to follow Kim to where she was meeting Ellen that evening. "When we find out where she lives, I want to pay that bitch a visit. We'll get even for what she did to us. If she refuses to leave town, we'll have to beat her up a few times until she gets the message. What do you say?"

Barbara shrugged, "I'm afraid I'm no better off than Kim. I haven't been able to have a normal relationship with anyone for almost two years. Not only personal, but work relationships as well. It's as if I can't get what happened with Martina and Ellen out of my mind. I don't trust anyone and I'm constantly afraid. I'm not sure I'd be much help to you."

The women sat and talked at length of their experiences with Martina and Ellen. It was obvious that, in each case, Martina and/or Ellen had discovered a weakness that exposed them to blackmail. Barbara had been trapped and threatened with loss of her teaching job when she had tried to help Kim. In Kim's case, it had been the explicit pictures of she and another co-ed. Jennifer had been cowed by the threat of exposure of her daughter's pictures. Jennifer realized that Ellen was probably also vulnerable to blackmail, if they could only find the key.

When they reached Barbara's apartment, she kissed the blonde on the cheek. "I hope you realize that you can trust me totally," Barbara said, "because there's nothing I would ever do to harm Kim. Please believe me." Jennifer nodded and drove away, leaving Barbara standing on the sidewalk.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

That evening, Jennifer picked Barbara up at seven o'clock. Their plan was to park outside of Jennifer's house and follow Kim when she left. About 20 minutes after they arrived, Kim's red sports car roared out of the driveway and headed downtown. Jennifer had trouble keeping up with her daughter as she weaved through the heavy Friday night traffic. With Barbara keeping an eye on Kim and calling out directions, they were able to follow her to a highrise apartment building. She parked in the visitor lot and went inside.

Jennifer and Barbara followed after a few minutes. They entered the foyer and searched the mailboxes for a familiar name. It was Barbara who found it, "Bingo!" she said, "Here it is, Kinsey, #1227." Jennifer buzzed several apartments at random trying to gain entrance through the security door, but without success. They had to wait for twenty minutes until an older couple who were leaving gave them the opportunity to enter. As the couple exited, Jennifer slipped her handbag into the door, preventing its' closing. As the couple walked to the parking lot, the two women slipped into the lobby unobserved.

They took the elevator to the 12th floor and found #1227, a corner apartment. As they stood on either side of the door, Barbara rang the bell, hoping that Ellen would open it without checking. She did, and they pushed their way inside, forcing the redhead to the floor. Her short robe, which was not belted, flew open revealing her nakedness beneath.

At first Ellen was surprised, but upon recognizing her attackers, she regained her composure quickly. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she murmured, ceasing her futile struggle against the combined weight of the two women, "It looks like a couple of old-timers have come out of retirement for the big fight. It's nice to see you again Jennifer, Kim said you might drop by." Jennifer winced at the "old-timer" remark, as she was quite vain about her age. The passing of another decade of her life was not easy for her to accept.

Barbara grabbed Ellen by the hair and dragged her to her feet while twisting her arm behind her. The pain brought a grunt from the redhead that caused Barbara to smile. "Where's Kim," said Jennifer, angrily raking Ellen's pert breasts and bringing a squeal of pain from her adversary. "Your little girl is in the bedroom," she hissed through clenched teeth, "Why don't you go in and say hello. Take Barbara with you, it should bring back some sweet memories for her."

The two women dragged Ellen into the bedroom by her hair, keeping her arms pinned behind her. Jennifer stopped at the doorway with an audible gasp as she saw the scene before her. Her daughter lay on her stomach atop a leather-covered horse. Her ankles and wrists were bound to the legs. Beneath her stomach was a pad which raised her hips, causing her pale, round ass to jut into the air at an obscene angle. A whirring, battery-powered dildo extended from between her legs. Her head was covered by a black hood with only a single hole for her nose.

As Barbara held Ellen tightly, Jennifer fumbled to remove the hood from Kim. While she pulled it free, Barbara admired Kim's youthful, naked body for the first time in years. When the hood came off, Kim blinked in the light, and Jennifer gasped as she saw the ball gag that Ellen had inserted in Kim's mouth. The ball filled her mouth, forcing her cheeks to bulge out grotesquely. The blonde quickly removed the gag from her daughter's mouth.

Kim gasped to catch her breath and then turned angrily on her mother, "What do you mean by coming here and disturbing us?" She looked at Ellen and gasped as she saw the welts on her breast. "Did she do that to you?" she asked Ellen, who nodded silently, an evil grin on her lips. Barbara shoved Ellen to her knees and rushed to help Jennifer free Kim from the leather straps holding her in position. Once freed, Kim spun and slapped her mother on the cheek, causing it to flush.

For an instant, the two blondes stood toe-to-toe, their breast tips touching. Then, with an angry cry, Kim grabbed Jennifer by the hair and they fell to the floor in each other's arms. The two women rolled across the carpet, Kim tearing at her mother's blouse. Within seconds, Jennifer's cotton blouse was in tatters around her waist and her bra was askew, exposing one large, firm, pale breast. While this was going on, Barbara stood open-mouthed in shock.

Ellen wasn't going to miss her opportunity, however. She slipped out of her robe and dove at Barbara's legs, knocking the dark-haired woman to the floor. Barbara had the breath knocked out her by the fall and, as she tried to recover her wind, Ellen clambered up her body until she was seated astride Barbara's waist. She quickly captured Barbara's arms with her hands and pinned them with her knees. She sat back to enjoy the spectacle as Kim and Jennifer continued to roll around in combat.

Kim held her mother by the hair and dragged her across the floor on her knees. When Jennifer finally managed to grab one of Kim's wrists with both hands, the younger Everett kicked her mother in the stomach. She doubled over clutching her stomach with both hands. Kim then moved behind Jennifer and pushed her forward onto her face. Before Jennifer could recover from the kick, Kim had stripped her skirt, slip and panties. As Jennifer cowered before her enraged daughter, Barbara laughed and applauded her protégé's performance.

Jennifer lay on her stomach, Kim seated on her back trying to unfasten the catch on the older blonde's brassiere. As Jennifer reached behind her, trying to interfere with Kim, the girl easily captured her hands and forced her arms into a double hammerlock. Jennifer began to cry in pain and frustration. "OK, Mom," Kim whispered in her ear, "if I release your arms, will you take your clothes off? If not, I'm going to strip you myself and turn you over to Ellen."

"Please no," Jennifer sobbed, "don't let her near me. I'll do whatever you want, just don't let her get at me." Kim giggled at her mother's easy submission and stood, her legs straddling Jennifer's waist. The woman slowly turned over and looked up at her daughter's naked body. "No," Kim said, placing her foot on Jennifer's breast, as she tried to rise, "stay down there. You can take off what's left of your clothes on the floor." Jennifer looked over at Barbara, but her dark-haired friend was pinned to the floor by Ellen and unable to come to her rescue.

When Jennifer had removed her tattered clothes, Kim dragged her to her feet by the hair and shoved her across the room toward the horse. "No, don't," Jennifer pleaded, but Kim only laughed as she grabbed Jennifer's thigh and forced her leg over the back of the horse. Within moments, Kim had her mother bound hand and foot as she herself had been earlier. When Kim slid the leather hood over her mother's head, the only sound that escaped was the muted sobbing of the defeated blonde.

Kim now joined Ellen atop Barbara who had ceased all efforts at escape and watched in fascination as Kim bound Jennifer to the horse. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked hoarsely of no one in particular. Ellen reached down and ripped open the front of Barbara's blouse, exposing the large cups of her 38C bra. Slipping her hands beneath the cups, she ran her fingertips over the hard, distended nipples. Ellen could tell that Barbara was already excited, she now knew that what she had planned would be even easier than she had expected.

The two nude women easily stripped the unresisting Barbara and led her to the horse where Jennifer lay, her ass sticking in the air. Ellen handed Barbara the vibrating dildo and indicated she wanted Barbara to use it on Jennifer. Barbara shook her head, but quickly complied when Ellen dug her fingernails into her breasts from behind. Using slow, steady, strokes, Barbara brought her friend Jennifer to full arousal. As the blonde's hips began to buck in time with the motion of the dildo, Kim dropped to her knees and begin to lick Barbara's cunt. Both women climaxed within seconds of one another. Barbara's body sagged against Ellen who continued to massage her full, firm, breasts.

Ellen then forced Barbara to kneel and lick her cunt until she climaxed. While Barbara was busy, Kim used a wooden paddle on Jennifer's ass. She didn't quit until the flesh was bright red, with several dark blue spots where the blood vessels beneath the skin had burst. Jennifer had passed through the crying and pleading phases and was babbling incoherently with the pain in her ass. Kim handed the paddle to Barbara, while Ellen gagged her, and then released Jennifer. When Kim removed the hood, Jennifer looked around through pain dimmed eyes, her gaze falling on the paddle in the hands of her friend Barbara.

Now, Ellen forced Barbara to kneel while she left the room. Kim took the paddle from Barbara and handed it to her mother. "Would you like to return the favor?" she asked. Jennifer stumbled toward Barbara, waving the paddle threateningly in front of her. Ellen had returned from the other room holding a video camera. Jennifer started to paddle Barbara's ass as she crawled around the floor on her hands and knees. Ellen filmed the entire process. Finally, Barbara collapsed under a hail of blows to her back, ass and legs. Kim had to rush in and wrestle the paddle from her mother before Barbara suffered an injury.

Ellen continued filming as Kim presented her pussy and ordered her mother to lick it, "...or I'll use the paddle on you myself." Without hesitation, Jennifer lowered her head and stuck her tongue into her daughters slit and licked. Jennifer held Kim's hips with both hands to keep the girl steady as she rapidly brought her to a powerful climax. Kim fell forward, throwing her arms around her mothers shoulders and kissing her full on the lips, their tongues entwined.

Ellen and Kim spent the next several hours using Barbara and Jennifer's bodies in various ways, trading partners whenever they tired of their current victim. It was after midnight when they finally untied the women and tossed their tattered clothes to them. "Get out of here," Ellen said, "Kim and I have some unfinished business and you two would just be in the way. Ellen and Kim kissed deeply, the redhead running her hands over the young blonde's body. "She's mine now, Jennifer," Ellen warned, "If you try to come between us, you'll have to answer to me. She'll be home tomorrow morning to get her things, and then she'll be moving in with me."

They pushed Barbara and Jennifer into the hallway and locked the door. The two women dressed hurridly, experiencing considerable difficulty due to the condition of both their bodies and their clothing. Jennifer was having trouble walking after her beating, and Barbara had to support her to the car with an arm around her waist. It took a good hour of talking for Barbara to convince Jennifer that it had been Kim, not she, who had paddled her so cruelly. Barbara drove Jennifer home, helped her upstairs to her bedroom and undressed her. The women showered together and Barbara applied ointment to Jennifer's battered body. Jennifer than returned the favor.

It was while Jennifer was rubbing ointment on Barbara's breasts that they first kissed. Tentatively at first, then deeper. They spent the night together in Jennifer's bed, making love in silence. Neither woman spoke of the events of that evening, and Barbara couldn't find a way to console Jennifer over the loss of her daughter to Ellen. In the morning, Barbara admitted that it had been the most satisfying sex she had experienced in more than four years. After breakfast, Jennifer took Barbara back to her apartment for the weekend.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

On Monday morning, Barbara arrived at BevCo's Personnel Office at the designated time and was shown into the office of a Mr. Bernard. He reviewed her application and asked several questions about her education and experience to confirm what he already knew. When he asked Barbara why she had left teaching, the young brunette thought for several seconds before replying, "I found it too difficult to control the students. Some of them seemed more interested in making my life miserable than in learning. Unfortunately, the faculty members were almost as bad. I felt that I was wasting my time trying to teach them, so I left."

This seemed to satisfy Mr. Bernard, as he murmured something about today's "young people". He sent her down the hall to meet with "Marty Madison, the Chief of the Market Research Section." Since Barbara had taken several courses in market theory in her undergraduate years, Mr. Bernard thought she might be of use there. When she entered the reception area, Barbara bumped into a woman about her own age bending over straightening her stockings. The woman's full, round, ass was pointed right at the door, which struck her as Barbara opened it.

"Hey you, watch what you're doing," she said turning to face Barbara, her hands on her hips in a defiant gesture. Barbara was already nervous at the prospect of being interviewed by some middle-aged manager, was in no mood to be talked down to by this ditzy platinum blonde. "If you kept your fat ass behind the desk where it belonged," Barbara said, "maybe it wouldn't be getting hit every time the door opens."

The woman straightened her skirt and sat on the corner of the secretarial desk. "What can I do for you?" she asked icily. Barbara handed her the package of papers she had been given by Personnel. "I'm here to see Mr. Madison," she said evenly, "please tell him I'm here." The woman smiled as she leafed through the papers casually, stopping occasionally to read an interesting part. Barbara checked her watch several times while this was going on. Finally, the woman looked up and said, "Do you have another appointment? I notice you keep checking your watch."

"My plans are none of your business," she snapped standing in front of the woman. "Now, will you tell Mr. Madison I'm here, or shall I go in without being announced?" The woman smiled and pointed toward the door behind her which was marked, "Market Research, M. Madison, Chief." "Go right in," she said, "you're expected." Barbara walked through the door, followed closely by the blonde carrying her file. Barbara looked around but "Mr. Madison" was nowhere in sight.

"Sit down," the woman said as she slipped easily into the desk chair. "Very funny," said Barbara, "Where is he?" The woman broke into laughter as she pointed to a diploma on the wall that read, "Miss Marti Madison." "My father wanted a boy," she giggled, "plus I enjoy that look," she pointed to Barbara's slack-jawed expression. "Ever since high school. It's almost worth the aggravation its caused."

"I . . . I'm sorry," Barbara mumbled, "about earlier, I mean. I thought you were . . . that is, . . . ah . . ." By this time, Marti was laughing at Barbara's discomfort. "You poor creature," she said, "I wish you could see the look on your face, it's priceless." Barbara was becoming angry at this young woman who was having so much fun at her expense. "Look," Barbara said sharply, "I said I was sorry, and that's it. Now, do you want to interview me or is that all." Marti stopped laughing and looked Barbara up and down.

"You're pretty feisty for an out-of-work teacher," she said. "I guess you think that just because the chairman's wife arranged for an interview, you've got an in. Well, don't play high and mighty with me, sister. You start anything with me and I'll rip your tits off and feed them to you, you understand?" Barbara blanched and sat back in shock. She had seen resentment before, but never like this. "I'm sorry, Miss Madison," Barbara snapped, "I hope it doesn't disappoint you, but I don't expect any special treatment, from you or anyone else."

Marti came around the desk and stood in front of Barbara, her hips only inches from the black-haired woman's face. Barbara could smell the excitement rising from Marti's loins. Looking up at Marti's face, Barbara asked, "What would you like to do now?" The platinum blonde seemed surprised by the question, as if she hadn't thought about what she would do next. Marti put her hands on her hips and began to slowly work her short skirt up her legs. She didn't stop until it was bunched around her waist, exposing her French cut panties, garter belt and nylon stockings. "Can't you think of anything on your own?" Marti asked giggling like a schoolgirl.

Barbara stood and looked down at the shorter woman. Barbara realized that her 4 inch height and 15 pound weight advantages were worth little if this blonde refused to hire her. Despite her reluctance, Barbara ran her fingers along the edge of Marti's panties and between her legs. "I can think of several things I'd like to do to you," Barbara whispered, "but none of them would be likely to get me the job. Perhaps I'd better look elsewhere." As she turned to leave, Marti Madison dropped her skirt and placed a hand on Barbara's shoulder.

"Why don't you tell me about the things you'd like to do to me, I'll decide for myself whether or not I want you working for me?" Barbara hesitated for a moment. In an instant, the platinum blonde had shoved her into the chair and sat on her lap, the strong legs straddling her thighs and their breasts touching. Marti stroked her hair and spoke in a low, throaty voice for the first time, "I love big girls," she said, "tell me your innermost secret desires."

Barbara's thoughts flashed back to the previous Friday night when she and Jennifer had been dominated by Ellen and Kim. "I'd like to rip your clothes off, tie you up and paddle your naked ass," she said as if hypnotized.

"Go on big girl," Marti said softly, "tell me more. What would you do next." "They I'd make you lick my pussy until I came," said Barbara. She took a deep breath and their breasts touched sending an electric charge through Marti's body. Barbara also shuddered with excitement. Marti leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, her tongue darting inside Barbara's mouth and forcing the brunette's own tongue back into her throat. Barbara didn't resist, her head tilted back allowing the blonde's tongue to work its' will.

Marti stood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as Barbara sucked air into her lungs. Marti stepped back and looked down at Barbara as the black-haired woman straightened her clothes. "OK Miss Hollings, you've got the job. You start immediately. Stand up." Barbara struggled to her feet in a daze, events were just moving too fast for her. Marti took her elbow and guided her to the office door. "Your office is the third on the right, number 37. You go in there and get yourself settled. I'll have Marjorie brief you." As Barbara turned to go, Marti grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. "See you later, sweet thing," she said. Her words caused Barbara to shudder.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

For the next month, Barbara avoided Marti as much as possible during working hours. Her evenings were spent with Jennifer when the blonde could get away from her husband. Neither of the women had seen Kim since that night at Ellen's apartment. The other women in the office confided to Barbara that Marti was a notorious womanizer. Apparently, all of them had been "had" by Marti at one time or another. Most of them reported that the initial approach had been made during their job interview. This revelation was all the more surprising to Barbara in light of an incident that had occurred during her first week.

Barbara and her assistant, Marjorie, had been discussing a minor matter when Marti suddenly appeared in Barbara's office. When Barbara encountered difficulty in answering one of Marti's technical questions, the woman berated Barbara on the spot. Barbara was embarrassed at being taken to task in front of a subordinate. When she tried to explain her answer, Marti exploded. "You have to learn the job from the bottom up," she said. As Marti turned to pick up some papers, Marjorie whispered to Barbara, "She started on the bottom alright, underneath Mr. Bernard."

Barbara covered her mouth as she giggled, but Marti overheard and turned, her face a mask of rage. She jutted out her hip, hitting the seated Barbara in the face with her generous ass. "I said from the bottom and I meant it. If you want to keep this job, Miss High and Mighty, you'd better to learn to kiss bottom too. Especially mine." She took Barbara's hair in her hands and yanked the surprised woman to her feet.

"If I ever hear you repeat that scurrilous lie about me and Hal Bernard, I'll rip your black hairs out one at a time." She pushed Barbara away and stalked back to her office. Barbara turned to Marjorie and saw that the woman was doubled over with laughter. "You should have seen the look on your face," she giggled, "when Marti stuck her ass under your nose." From that incident, Barbara had assumed that Marti was heterosexual, or at least bi-.

Marti had overheard their laughter after she left and continued her abuse and humiliation of Barbara in front of her co-workers at every opportunity. Finally, Barbara realized that the reason was not because of a percieved bias on her part, but because Marjorie's comment had been true, Marti had slept her way into her job. She wasn't qualified to supervise the women in her office and they knew it. She realized that Jennifer's sponsorship of Barbara could be the first step in having Barbara replace her as the head of Market Research. She was taking every possible step to undercut Barbara's authority and reduce the threat to her career.

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Jennifer was invited to chairman Everett's house for the Christmas party as Kim and Jennifer's guest. It is obvious to everyone that relations between Kim and Jennifer are strained, to say the least. Late in the evening, Barbara managed to corner Mr. Everett and tried to explain her problems with Marti. She was gratified to hear him say that he will "look into" the matter when he returns to the office after the holidays. As she walked away, he shook his head sadly and stuffed the notes of their conversation into his coat pocket.

But events overtook Chairman Everett before he could take any action against Marti Madison. The morning after the Christmas party, Everett was called by his chief financial officer. "We have a problem," he was told. A small-time corporate raider, Truman Harris, had been purchasing BevCo stock. Now he had revealed his plans for a hostile takeover. Everett began to round up all of his available cash to purchase stock to fight the impending takeover attempt.

For the remaining days of the year, both men purchased stock at ever-higher prices. Both of the men had exhausted nearly all of their financial resources when Truman Harris called Everett and asked for a meeting. They met on New Year's Day at Carl Everett's office. Everett came alone, Harris was accompanied by a tall brunette with a striking figure. He introduced the woman to Everett as "Martina Dodge, my daughter."

"I don't know if you've ever met Martina," Truman Harris said, "but she had the honor of teaching your daughter at Wells College for the past few years." Martina shook hands with Everett and he was surprised by her powerful grip. "I won't beat around the bush," Harris said, "or waste a lot of your time. I want all of your BevCo stock. You sign it over to me, today, on the forms I've prepared," he placed a contract on the table, "or I will have to destroy your family."

"During Martina's years at Wells, she had the opportunity to meet a number of young women from fine families. Unfortunately," he continued, "many of these women have, shall we say 'appetites', that are not always understood by many members of their parents society." Everett stood up, interrupting Harris in the middle of his speech. "Look Harris, if you came here to try to get BevCo on some kind of trumped up bluff, you've wasted your time. Get out of my office and take your daughter with you."

Surprisingly, it was Martina who responded. She stood and faced Everett, looking him almost in the eye. Reaching into her handbag she pulled out a manila envelope. "Before you try throwing anyone out of your office," she said evenly, "you should look at what your daughter and your wife have been up to." She dropped the envelope on the table and watched smiling as Carl Everett picked it up with trembling hands. He expected to find some typical blackmail photos of his daughter, and possibly of Jennifer with another man.

He was unprepared, however, for what he found when he opened the package. Inside were pictures of Kim with several different women, one of them her mother! Even worse, for him, were the pictures of Jennifer with other women, many of them the same women that Kim was pictured with. Everett slumped back in his chair, his face contorted in pain. He loosened his collar and looked at Truman Harris. "You bastard," he said, "how could you stoop so low? Even with your reputation, I never expected this. What did you do, drug them?" Harris leaned back without speaking.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble," Martina said, "but they weren't drugged. In fact, those pictures were taken over a period of almost two years. They were taken in different places, by different people. Your Jennifer and Kim were willing participants in what you see there. I feel an affection for both of them," she continued smugly, "and I wouldn't want to see them hurt by having these pictures made public. You and your precious family would be ruined in this town. Who knows, your wife may even do some time in jail since at least one of these girls was a minor at the time."

Harris slid the papers and a pen across the desk. "Sign this and I'll give you the pictures and negatives as soon as I take control of BevCo." Suddenly, Carl Everett looked like an old man. He was defeated, and they all knew it. He had mortgaged his house, borrowed against his shares in BevCo, his life insurance and his savings account to fight against the attempted takeover and now he had lost. "What about the money?" he asked. "A cashiers check," Harris said handing it across the table.

Everett looked at the amount. "But the stock is worth twice this amount," he protested. If I take this, I won't even be able to pay off my loans." Harris shrugged. "Take it or I make the pictures public. I've got several reporters waiting for an announcement back at my office. If I can't tell them I got BevCo, then I'll give them the pictures. Prominent family, scandal, pictures of naked women, etc. It would make the front page of the Journal for sure." Beaten, Everett signed the papers and put the check in his pocket. "Now get out of my office before I . . ." He stopped, realizing that he had no choice.

Martina and Truman shook hands, hugged and rushed from the office to announce their acquisition of BevCo. Everett went home a crushed and beaten man. Everything he had worked for was gone, his business, his home, and possibly his family. He didn't know if he could live with the burden. He couldn't.

CHAPTER THIRTY

That evening, Carl Everett died in his sleep, without telling Kim or Jennifer why he had sold BevCo, nor revealing how desperate their economic situation had become as a result of his failed proxy battle. Only after his death, did Jennifer find out that the estate was penniless. While there were assets in form of the house and stocks, the outstanding loans against them made the total value worthless.

At an emergency meeting of the Board of Directors of BevCo two days later, Carl Everett was replaced by Truman Harris, the new majority stock holder, as Board Chairman. After the meeting, he called on Jennifer at her home with an offer.

"I know that your husband mortgaged your house and borrowed against his company stock and life insurance to fight me. Now that he's gone, you're almost penniless. I don't want to see you, or your daughter, hurt by our proxy fight. I called the bank this morning and purchased the mortgage on this house. I want you to use it as long as you wish. In fact," he said, "I'd like you to come to work for BevCo." Jennifer had tears of gratitude in her eyes.

"Now that I have control of BevCo, I'd like to offer you a job as my special assistant. The salary would be $200,000 per year and the use of your house. You wouldn't have to move out, nor even tell anyone that you don't own it. I know that you have several debts to pay off, and the income will help tremendously." She eyed her benefactor suspiciously. "What would I have to do to earn this money?" she asked. "If you think I'm going to sleep with y . . ." Truman held up his hand, stopping her in mid-word.

"Believe me Jennifer," he said, "I had no such thoughts. Your husband was a fine man and he built a fine company. I want his widow on my staff so that everyone will recognize the link to him. You can be valuable to me as a spokesperson for the company, as well as helping us maintain our contacts with many of you late husband's social and business friends. Trust me when I tell you, I expect you to earn your salary."

Jennifer was grateful for his kindness. She was surprised when he pulled out a four page contract and a pen. "Sign here," he said indicating a line at the bottom of the last page. She hesitated briefly. "I'd like my attorney to look it over before I sign," she said. "I'm sorry," Truman said picking up the contract, "but I don't have time for attorneys. You can read it for yourself, it's very straightforward. I've included a lump-sum payment upon signature to help you through your current crisis. If you don't sign now, however, I'm going to withdraw the offer. I'm not used to being told no, and I don't negotiate."

Jennifer read through the contract quickly and, satisfied that it contained the terms Truman had stated, she signed. The contract was for a three-year period at $200,000 per year with the use of her house, rent-free. As promised, Mr. Harris handed her a check for a $100,000 advance which Jennifer used to pay off the outstanding debts from her husband's business gamble.

Meanwhile, Harris approached Kim with a similar offer. He talked about his respect for her father, how the estate was broke and how he wanted to take care of Everett's daughter. As he had with Jennifer, he signed Kim to a three-year contract. This one naming Kim a "Special Marketing Consultant." When she telephoned Barbara with the news they will be working together in Marketing, her dark-haired, former teacher was less than enthusiastic.

"I remember how you turned against Jennifer and I at Ellen's," she said. "I'm not sure I want to have anything to do with you." Kim apologized, and tried to explain how Ellen excited her. "Sometimes when I'm with her," she said, "I lose all my inhibitions. I'd like to make up with Jennifer, but I don't know how. Could you help me reconcile with her?" The longer they talked the more Barbara's resistance melted. In the end, she welcomed Kim to her department and began to look for a way to patch up the relationship between the blonde mother-daughter duo. Subsequent events, however, were destined to prove more influential in the reconciliation of Kim and Jennifer Everett than would Barbara's intervention.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Everything seemed to be going well for Jennifer and Kim until Truman Harris held a "get acquainted" party for the key employees. Barbara went as Jennifer's guest, a fact which did not sit well with Marti Madison, Barbara's petite, platinum blonde supervisor. As the opening act of his party, Truman introduced his daughter, Martina Dodge, as the new President of BevCo. Barbara and Jennifer, who were standing together at the time, gasped simultaneously in shock.

"His daughter?" Jennifer gasped, "I didn't even know he was married." Barbara felt a pain in her arm and looked down to where Jennifer's fingernails dug into her arm in an unconscious reaction to the surprising announcement. Martina strode confidently to the front of the room. It was the first time that Barbara had seen the tall brunette since she had resigned from Wells. She was surprised that Martina's figure seemed firmer and tighter than two years ago.

Martina held up her hands for silence and gave the audience in the front row a good look at her hard thighs beneath the short gown she wore. She made a brief talk about how she wanted the company to go forward, new ideas, etc. By the time she was wrapping up her remarks, both Barbara and Jennifer had sensed what was about to happen.

"As my first act as President," she said, "I am appointing my close friend, and former student, Ellen Kinsey, as the new head of Market Research." This brought a gasp from several women in the audience and all heads turned to look at Marti Madison. The blonde's face went ashen and her hands trembled as Martina continued, "I will be asking Marti Madison, the current chief of Market Research, to accept the newly created position of Vice-President of Women's Affairs." There were giggles and guffaws from many in the audience who were familiar with Marti's history of lesbian conquests.

Soon the party broke up into clusters of people, all discussing how the announcements, especially Marti's promotion, would affect their own careers. Jennifer whispered to Barbara, "Come on, let's get out of here before I throw up. I'm so angry that I may say something that I'd regret in the morning. It was bad enough that that cunt Ellen got Kim to move in with her, but I'll be damned if I'm going to work for Martina Dodge and Ellen. Before I help them I'll quit and sell myself on street corners."

As they were picking up their coats from the bedroom, the door closed behind them. Turning, they saw Martina and Ellen blocking their exit. The two women walked forward, forcing their bodies between Jennifer and Barbara. Ellen took Barbara by the waist and pushed her onto the bed. Standing over her, she said, "Just be quiet and let them talk. If you keep your mouth shut, nothing will happen to you." Barbara lowered her head in shame and said nothing while Martina backed Jennifer into a corner.

Blocking Jennifer's escape route with her powerful thigh, Martina stood with one foot on the bed, her chest pressing against Jennifer's. "I missed our good times together," Martina said running her hands over Jennifer's large breasts, "Now that we're back together, we can take up where we left off." Jennifer didn't speak, but broke down crying and Martina stepped aside and allowed her to run from the room with tears in her eyes.

Barbara rose to follow, but Martina quickly blocked her path to the door. "Ellen told me about last month at her apartment. She said you really got into it, just like back at school. Maybe we could double date some night, you and Ellen and Jennifer and I. What do you say?"

Barbara too burst out crying, partly in fear and partly in frustration at knowing she would, once more, be at the mercy of the powerful Martina and the cruel Ellen. As she rushed from the Harris house, Barbara bumped into Jennifer, wiping tears from her eyes. "Damn," Jennifer said, "that's the second time you've let someone attack me and haven't tried to help. I'm beginning to wonder if you're really my friend, or you just like the sex." Barbara didn't respond because she, herself, wasn't sure of the answer.

As they drove back to Jennifer's, the two women tried to understand what had happened that evening. Several of the moves were obvious. Ellen had been placed in position to directly supervise Barbara on purpose. If she had wanted, Martina could have named the redhead to any job in the company. It was apparent that Barbara was to be the special target of Ellen's wrath. But the promotion of Marti Madison, other than to free up her job for Ellen, made little sense from a business standpoint.

Jennifer wondered aloud about Martina's role as President. True she had taught some business classes at Wells, but Jennifer doubted her ability to run a major company. Both women agreed that Truman Harris would be the true head of the company, with Martina merely serving as a figurehead. In either case, Jennifer repeated her promise to quit the company on Monday. "Not only will I resign," she promised, "but I'm going to contact everyone I can and try to get them to cancel orders, hold up supplies, anything to hinder Martina in her plans.

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Bright and early Monday morning, Jennifer asked Mr. Harris' secretary to schedule an appointment for her. The woman told Jennifer that she was sorry, but Mr. Harris had ordered that all visitors must see Martina prior to being allowed to see him. Angry, Jennifer stomped down the hallway to the President's office and demanded to see Martina. The secretary asked her be seated and went into Martina's office. She came out shortly, her face blushing a bright hue.

"I . . . I'm sorry Mrs. Everett," she fumbled, "but Ms. Dodge said that if you want to see her you'll have to take all of your clothes off here and go in naked." The flustered secretary ran out of the room. "Probably going to tell all the other secretaries about this," thought Jennifer. She was furious at Martina for trying to humiliate her this way. On the other hand, what did she care what people thought, she was going to resign anyway. For an instant, she considered sending her resignation by mail, but she wanted to see the look on Martina's face when she realized she wouldn't have her to abuse anymore.

Jennifer stripped off her business suit, slip, camisole and was removing her bra when the office door opened and Marti Madison burst in. She stopped short as she saw Jennifer unfastening her bra. Both women froze for an instant, looking at the other. It was Jennifer who broke the stalemate by removing her bra. In a show of bravado, she tossed the expensive bra to Marti. "Here kid," she taunted, "keep this. Someday you may grow into it." Marti flushed at the reference to her petite 34B bust, but didn't respond. Instead she sat on the sofa and waited for Jennifer to complete her striptease.

Normally modest, Jennifer didn't know what to do. When she realized that Marti wasn't going away, she peeled off her panties and stood for the platinum blonde to admire. "Have you seen what you came to see?" she asked sharply. "Not yet," was Marti's cryptic reply. Jennifer turned and stalked into Martina's office. The brunette looked up from her paperwork, surprised that Jennifer had the courage to actually come in. She stood up and walked around the desk, confronting Jennifer. "Well," she said raising an eyebrow, "you've put on some weight in the last two years."

"I only came here to tell you I'm resigning," said Jennifer, ignoring the dig. "I'm afraid you've wasted a lot of time if you hoped to get your hooks into me again. I'm cleaning out my office this afternoon and I'm not coming back. Goodbye." She turned and started to walk out of Martina's office, mustering as much dignity as she could with no clothes on. Martina stopped her halfway to the door. "I'm sorry to disappoint you," she said, "but you can't resign. If you do, I'll sue you for everything you've got."

Jennifer stopped in her tracks, her mouth open, but not knowing what to say. She spun and faced Martina who had a wide grin on her cruel face. She waved Jennifer forward with her hand as she held up a document. "You signed this contract," she said turning to the page that Jennifer had signed. "According to the terms, you received a large salary advance and a three year guaranteed contract." Jennifer nodded dumbly, not understanding what Martina meant.

"When you signed this contract," she continued, "you agreed to work for us for three years. You were paid an advance on your salary which, my sources tell me, you spent within a week of receiving it. Since you can't return the advance, you must fulfill the term of the contract, three years." Jennifer sagged to her knees on the floor in front of Martina. "No," she gasped, "It can't be . . ." But Martina's laughter told her that it was. "Ask your lawyer," she said, "he'll tell you. You have no choice but to work for me for the next three years. Even if you were able to pay back the advance, I still wouldn't let you out of your contract."

Martina sat on the edge of her desk and watched as Jennifer collapsed in tears on the floor. When she finally stopped crying and began to wipe her eyes, Martina went over and, with an arm around her shoulder, helped Jennifer to her feet. The brunette guided the dazed blonde to her office door and opened it. Without looking, she called, "Marti, come in here." Marti Madison rushed into the office.

Martina led Jennifer to the large, leather sofa in the office. She sat down and told Marti to place the dazed Jennifer across her lap. When Jennifer resisted, Marti twisted her arm behind her back and shoved her, face down, across Jennifer's lap. "Hold her hands, Marti," said Martina, "I don't want them getting in my way." Marti knelt in front of Jennifer and grabbed her wrists tightly. She watched the older woman's face intently as Martina slowly spanked her until tears ran down her cheeks. When her ass was sufficiently red and she was writhing in pain, Martina stopped. She rested her hand on Jennifer's ass as she talked.

"Listen closely, you stupid bitch; you're mine, body and soul, for the next three years. If I want you, I'll take you when and where I want. If you hear that I want to see you in my office, you show up naked, ready for action. If not, I swear I'll ruin you, that brat daughter of yours, and your lover, Barbara Hollings." At the mention of Barbara, both women heard Marti gasp audibly. "That's right Marti," said Martina grinning, "your little twist in Market Research is Jennifer's lover. She had the daughter too, in school. I guess you're the only one she hasn't been to bed with."

"Take Mrs. Everett into the reception area and put her clothes on her. Be gentle with her," she added with a sneer. Marti looked Jennifer's body up and down appreciatively. She put her arm around her back, reaching under her arm and cupping her full breast. She steered Jennifer to the sofa and dropped her on her back.

While Martina's secretary and receptionist watched, Marti slowly dressed the dazed blonde, taking every opportunity to grope and feel the helpless woman. When she had her dressed, Marti aided her down the hall to her office. "If you and Barbara ever want a third for an evening," she offered, "just let me know." Jennifer shuddered, but said nothing.

That evening, Jennifer and Barbara lay in bed together, trying to find a way out of their predicament. Barbara knew that she would quit and leave town if she had to. But now that Jennifer had come to depend upon her, that would be difficult. Already she had failed Jennifer twice when she needed her. Barbara hadn't realized how much it would hurt her when she let Jennifer down. She vowed to herself not to do it again.

The next morning, Barbara was sitting at her desk when Marjorie stuck her head in the doorway. "You'd better look busy," she said, "here comes the boss." With that, she disappeared down the hall. Before Barbara could escape, Martina and Ellen appeared in the doorway, followed closely by Marti Madison. As Marti came in the door, Martina stopped her with a hand in the middle of her chest. "Go get us some coffee," she said, "Take your time and don't come back for at least . . ." she turned and glanced at Ellen who finished the sentence for her, ". . . an hour."

Marti left with a dejected look on her face. Ellen closed and locked the door and turned to face Barbara. "I'm glad we had our talk the other day," she said, "Now that we understand one another, it should be a simple matter to come to an agreement on some things." Martina enjoyed seeing the pained expression on Barbara's face. Ellen continued talking as she closed the distance between herself and Barbara, "Why don't you come over to the apartment this evening? Bring your friend Jennifer, Kim would like to see her mommy again." Both women giggled at the reference to Kim.

Barbara shook her head violently. "I'm not going anywhere with you," she said. As Ellen reached for her arm, Barbara swung at the redhead, but her blow missed. "Keep your fuckin' hands off of me," she cried. Martina rushed forward and, with Ellen's assistance, they pinned Barbara against the wall by the arms. After several moments, the black haired woman ceased her resistance. Ellen ran a hand over Barbara's belly and between her legs. Tears of frustration stained Barbara's cheeks.

"We'd like to re-establish our relationship," Ellen said working on Barbara's pussy through her dress. "If you and Jennifer were willing, we could all get together on a regular basis and have a good time. From the looks of her, your Marti Madison might enjoy joining in." Barbara refused, spiting in Ellen's face. "If you try anything with us," she threatened, "we'll call the police." Martina only laughed at Barbara's obviously empty threat. "You call the police," she said, "and I'll just tell them you're a disgruntled employee trying to make trouble. Besides, Kim will support Ellen in anything she says. After all, she's in love with her."

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

All that day, Marti Madison burned with anger. Not just at Martina and Ellen for the way they had treated her in front of her former staffers, but at Barbara Hollings for treating her like a fool. "Well," she thought, "I may not be able to do anything to the others, but I'm going to get Barbara Hollings. She said she wanted to tie me up, spank me and make me lick her cunt, did she, well two can play that game."

At eight o'clock that evening, Marti Madison parked down the street from Jennifer Everett's house. It was common knowledge at BevCo that Barbara Hollings had moved in with Jennifer after the death of Carl Everett. There were conflicting rumors about whether or not Kim Everett's moving out was related to Barbara Hollings moving in. Some people felt that Kim had moved out in shame over her mother's lifestyle, others felt she had moved in with Ellen Kinsey for another reason.

Marti got the break she had been waiting for when she saw Jennifer Everett's car pull out of the tree-shaded driveway. From the way she was dressed, Marti guessed that Jennifer was going to one of the charity fund-raisers she had worked on regularly before her husband had died. "Good," she thought, "that means that black-haired bitch will be home alone. I can take my time getting acquainted with her."

Marti drove up the driveway and parked at the front door. Getting out of her car, she adjusted her clothes, walked up to the door and rang the bell. Marti had dressed for an evening of fast action. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a bun and she wore a red leather microskirt/jacket combination. The skirt barely covered the necessities. Beneath the leather jacket, she wore only a low cut, black bustier.

She rang the doorbell and waited expectantly. "Who is it?" said a voice through an intercom next to the door. Marti hadn't anticipated this and wondered how she should answer. Finally, she decided that the direct approach was always best and answered, "It's Marti Madison. I've brought something for Mrs. Everett to sign. Is she at home?" Marti breathed a sigh of relief when the voice answered, "This is Barbara, Marti. She's not here right now, can it wait until tomorrow?" "I'm sorry, no," Marti replied, "but I can leave it with you." "Hold on," said Barbara, "I'll be right down."

A moment later, Barbara Hollings opened the door. The sight took Marti's breath away. The black-haired woman was trying to hold closed an extremely short silk robe with one hand, while she opened the door with the other. It didn't take any effort for Marti to see that Barbara was naked beneath the robe, as it gapped open at the top and bottom, exposing a large portion of her ample bosom and a patch of black pussy-hair. Barbara fumbled with the robe trying to cover herself with little success.

"May I come in?" Marti asked as she pushed past Barbara into the entrance foyer. "I can only stay a few moments, I have a date in less than an hour that I can't be late for." Barbara nodded, as if she had a choice at this point. "You said you had something for me?" she inquired, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Marti looked Barbara up and down, not trying to conceal her excitement at the sight of the lovely, dark-haired woman standing before her. "Do you always greet your guests dressed like this?" she teased. Barbara missed the point, and replied as if it were intended as a serious question, "No, of course not. I was getting into a bath when you rang. I didn't have a robe handy so I grabbed one of Jennifer's. Unfortunately, it doesn't have a belt. Now," she continued, trying to sound businesslike, "what did you have for me?"

"This," said Marti, swinging her open hand at Barbara's face. The palm exploded against Barbara's cheek, sending her reeling across the foyer. As she stumbled, she reached out to catch herself, and the front of the robe opened wide. Marti followed up her advantage and chased after Barbara, landing slaps on her back, shoulders and hips as she ran. Marti caught up with her quarry in the living room, tackling Barbara around the thighs and toppling her to the carpet.

The platinum blonde landed on top of Barbara's thighs, her face buried between the cheeks of Barbara's full ass. Marti quickly climbed up Barbara's back until she was able to grasp a double handful of her long, black hair. Marti slammed Barbara's face against the floor several times, stunning her. "That wasn't so difficult," she murmured as she stood and peeled off the leather jacket, tossing it on the sofa. Bending over the groggy woman, Marti pulled the robe off of Barbara's limp body and tossed it with her coat.

She rolled Barbara onto her back and forced the woman's legs apart. Kneeling between them, she sat there until Barbara began to stir. When she did, Marti reached down and yanked out a tuft of black pussy-hair. The sudden jolt of pain cleared Barbara's brain and brought her immediately back to consciousness. She cried out and tried to sit up, clutching at her injured pussy. Marti slapped her face, knocking her onto her back again. "Just lay still and listen to what I'm going to say," she warned. Barbara could hear the edge in Marti's voice and it scared her.

"Now that you can see who is in charge here," she said, "it's time for me to get my reward for putting up with you all these weeks. When I interviewed you, you said you'd like to pull down my panties and whip my ass. It seems that you're the one whose lost her panties. Now I'm going to whip your ass. If you enjoy it, we could make it a regular part of your job." Barbara tried to struggle out from under this madwoman, but Marti pinned her hips to the floor with her hands.

"Please Marti, don't do this," Barbara pleaded. "Jennifer will be home soon. She'll have you fired if she finds you here, she's very jealous. If you leave now, I won't tell her, I promise." Marti laughed at Barbara's transparent attempt to avoid a spanking. "I'm sorry Barbara," she said, "but I don't believe you. I saw Jennifer when she left and she wasn't dressed for shopping. She'll be gone most of the evening. Besides, you don't think for a minute I believe you wouldn't tell her what I did, do you? You're not naive enough to think I'd believe that." She laughed as the helpless woman in front of her struggled against the weight bearing down on her hips, pinning her ass to the floor.

Marti stood up and walked around to Barbara's head where she grabbed a double handful of black hair. She twisted the hair until Barbara was forced to roll over onto her stomach. When she tried to rise to her hands and knees, Marti yanked on the hair, pulling Barbara forward and causing her to fall onto her breasts. Barbara grunted as her boobs hit the floor. Marti stepped over her and sat down in the small of her back, facing Barbara's round ass. She playfully spanked one of the cheeks, enjoying the way the flesh flattened out under the blow, jiggling from side to side and then flushed pinkish where her hand had landed.

She spanked Barbara slowly. One hand, and then the other. Soon, the dark-haired woman was able to stand it no longer and she began to sob, the sobs soon turned to crying and finally, to uncontrollably wails. Only when Barbara's ass was flaming red and her crying nearly hysterical, did Marti cease her spanking. She stood and, using her toe under Barbara's hip, she flipped the sobbing woman onto her back. Barbara's large breasts rolled on her chest as it heaved, and Marti placed her foot on one of the breasts, capturing the nipple between her bare toes. She played with Barbara's tit until she ceased her wailing.

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

She had just dragged Barbara to her knees when the front door opened and three women walked in. Marti's jaw dropped as she recognized Martina, Ellen and Kim. "Well, well," said Ellen as she approached Marti, "it looks like Barbara's got a new lover. Tell me 'lover', does Jennifer know you're beating her time by beating her girlfriend?" "I . . .I didn't mean anything, honest," Marti mumbled, backing away from the advancing Ellen. She stopped suddenly, and her back straightened.

"Wait a minute," she said. "What are you three doing here?" Ellen looked at Martina who merely shrugged. "I thought so," continued Marti, "you came here for the same reason I did. You couldn't wait to sink your claws into Barbara's tits. Well, I was here first and you'll just have to wait until I finish with her." Ellen stepped between Marti and Barbara and raised her hand. "You don't have any special claim on this bitch," she said, "If you want her, you'll have to fight me for her." Barbara crawled away from the women and cowered in a corner as they squared off.

Although Marti had dressed for a fight, her attire had been chosen more to make a fashion statement. Ellen, on the other hand, had come prepared for battle. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans over a lycra-spandex exercise outfit. The slick finish on the lycra would help to deflect fingernails, while the rough finish of the jeans would scuff the tender skin of any opponent. This was evident from the first moments of the fight when Ellen suddenly reached out and hooked her fingers in Marti's bustier.

As Marti attempted to pull away, the fragile material ripped open down the front, exposing her small breasts. Ellen looked down at the fabric in her hand and held up the padding from the bottom of the cups. "Looks like most of her tits came with the outfit," she said laughing. Ellen didn't expect a fight from the smaller Marti, and, at first, it appeared she was right. Marti blushed and covered her breasts while looking for an escape route.

Ellen took the opportunity to grab the blonde's hair and spin her to the floor. As Marti rolled to a stop, Ellen leaped on her back, knocking the breath from her. As Marti writhed in pain, Ellen quickly stripped her leather skirt, leaving her clad only in her black lace panties. Ellen bounced up and down on Marti's back bringing grunts of pain each time. Finally, Marti managed to get her hand in Ellen's hair and tumbled the redhead to the floor.

Now that both women were on the floor, Ellen's advantages in height and weight were mostly neutralized. Marti tried to claw Ellen's breasts, but the tightly woven fabric made it impossible for her to get a good grip. She did succeed, however, in breaking one of the shoulder straps on the suit. As the women rolled on the floor, Ellen used her weight advantage to wear down the lighter Marti Madison. The others could see that, in time, Ellen would prevail. The looked forward to what she would do the the little blonde when she did.

Marti barely escaped when Ellen tried to get her legs around the blonde's waist. Given the narrowness of Marti's waist, a scissors hold might have sapped the strength from her. As Marti rose to her feet, Ellen charged at her, head down. Ellen intended to butt Marti in the stomach, and knock the wind from her. At the last second, Marti sidestepped and tripped Ellen as she rushed past. Ellen stumbled and as she fell, struck her head on the leg of coffee table. Dazed, she was unable to protect herself when Marti descended upon her.

Despite her lack of experience, Marti knew how to finish an opponent when she had the advantage. Marti pulled both of Ellen's breasts free of their lycra confinement and quickly sat down behind the redhead. As Ellen shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs, Marti wrapped her legs around Ellen, trapping her arms against her side. Unable to defend herself, Ellen's breasts were exposed to Marti as she reached around from behind and began to rake the tender tit-flesh with her nails. After only a few moments, Ellen was screaming her surrender.

Martina and Kim rushed to her side and Kim lavished kisses on the bleeding bosom of her lover, murmuring to her all the while. Marti looked down at a terrified Barbara and pointed at her, saying, "You're next sweetheart." However, Kim leaped into Marti's face before she could grab Barbara. "Not so fast," she said. "I came here to settle an old score with Barbara. If you want her, you'll have to wait until I'm finished with her. After that, I'll give her to you with my blessing."

Marti looked down at the sobbing Ellen and then at Barbara. "All right, kid," she said, "but when you're finished with her, I want her back." Kim looked her in the eye and held out her hand, "Deal," was all she said. Barbara couldn't believe her ears. She was being handed back and forth betwwee these women as if she were an item of clothing. Since Barbara was naked, Kim quickly stripped her own clothes and faced her former teacher in the nude. As Kim removed her clothes, Martina took some ointment from her purse and began to rub generous portions of it onto Ellen's breasts.

Kim moved to the center of the room and beckoned Barbara to come out of her corner and join her. Barbara shook her head, but when Martina ordered to to "come out or I'm coming in to get you," she stood and slowly advanced toward Kim. Barbara was taller and heavier than Kim, but in her previous fights with Martina and Ellen, she had never shown any ability or inclination to fight. Kim knew that she could defeat Barbara rather easily, if she hurt her right at the beginning. She thought Barbara would quickly submit once she felt pain.

Kim rushed at Barbara and wrapped her hands around the woman's waist. Spinning her around, Kim ran her into the wall breasts first. As Barbara's soft, full, breasts smashed against the hard wall of the living room, she let out a loud moan and clutched her bruised boobs. Kim spun her around by the hair and drove a fist low into Barbara's stomach, just above the dark fringe of hair around her pussy. Barbara sagged against the wall clutching her stomach, her feet sliding across the carpeted floor as her legs splayed apart. Kim stepped between the legs and drew back her foot to kick Barbara in the cunt when Marti jumped up shouting. "Somebody's coming," she said, "It's Jennifer."

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Kim reached out and pulled Barbara to her feet by the hair and dragged her, stumbling, across the room to the sofa. Martina and Ellen bolted out of their seats and took position on either side of the doorway. Not waiting for Barbara to recover, Kim draped the older woman across her lap and began to spank her bottom, which was still sensitive from the beating Marti had delivered less than an hour before. When Jennifer came in the house, she stopped short at the sight of her daughter spanking her lover on the living room sofa. "What's going on here. . . " she began, only to be cut short when Martina and Ellen grabbed her and dragged her into the living room.

They threw the blonde on her knees at Kim's feet. Kim, for her part, never stopped spanking Barbara who, by this time, was beginning to wail from the pain in her rump. Jennifer looked around in shock and realized that most of the female executives in BevCo were standing naked in her living room. Kim finished spanking Barbara and dumped her on her ass next to Jennifer. Marti came forward and stuck her cunt in front of Barbara's face. "You were about to lick my pussy when our friends interrupted," she reminded Barbara, "You can finish now." When Barbara stuck out her tongue, Jennifer grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away from the tiny blonde.

"You'll do no such thing," Jennifer ordered her black-haired lover. Standing, Jennifer drew herself up to her full 5'6" height and looked looked down at the 5'2" Marti Madison. "I guess it's about time I taught you some manners, Miss," she said tossing off her wrap. Before they could begin, however, Martina spoke up, "Wait a minute Jennifer. Marti's already had her fun for tonight. I've been waiting for you to come home so that we could re-new our friendship. I think you'd better get out of those clothes so that you don't have to throw them away after I rip them off of you."

Jennifer blanched at the thought of fighting Martina. She still remembered vividly how easily the big woman had beaten her years ago. Before she could speak, Marti slipped behind her and quickly unzipped her gown. She tried to turn, but Marti slid her hands beneath the material and captured Jennifer's large breasts with her hands. The tall blonde was unable to turn around as long as Marti kept a grip on her tits. Suddenly, Marti slid both arms downward, stripping the gown from Jennifer's angular frame. She was left standing in nothing but her panties, garter belt and stockings.

"Get the rest off and we'll begin," Martina ordered as she turned to chat with Kim, who had replaced Martina in attending to Ellen's injured breasts. Angry and upset, Jennifer ripped off her remaining garments and kicked off her shoes. Completely naked, now, she faced Martina. "I hope you won't be too disappointed if I win," Jennifer said with false bravado, "Now that I don't have to worry about protecting Kim or my husband, I can rip your tits off without worrying about the consequences."

Martina laughed and moved slowly forward, her hands extended. Jennifer moved backwards until she bumped into Marti who pinched her ass, causing her to yelp and jump sideways. She had now backed into a corner and Martina was able to close with her. Jennifer kept her hands up in front of her chest, trying to protect her vulnerable breasts from Martina's attack. She was unprepared, therefore, when Martina's left hand snaked out and her fist landed high on Jennifer's right cheek. Her head snapped back and hit the wall with a thud.

Jennifer's hand went to her eye and she flinched when she touched the spot where the blow landed. Before she could recover, Martina had struck again, raking the blonde's breasts with both hands. As Jennifer attempted to cover her tits with one arm, and her face with the other, Martina launched a kick to her stomach. Jennifer doubled over and dropped to both knees, her head between her knees. From this position, it was an easy matter for Martina to grasp her hair and drag her to the center of the floor.

Jennifer had lost all her resolve and no longer wanted to fight Martina. The big brunette spent the next several minutes slapping Jennifer's breasts and buttocks with either hand and chasing her around the room on her hands and knees. Although she had inflicted no real damage, Martina's psychological advantage was so great that even a little success early in the fight was enough for Jennifer to quit. Martina finally rolled Jennifer onto her back and climbed on her stomach. She inserted two fingers into the blonde bush and masturbated Jennifer until she climaxed.

That she climaxed in such a short time convinced all the women watching that Jennifer was not only a natural submissive, but that she actually "got off" being dominated by Martina. When she had finished, Martina turned to Barbara and said, "If you're not beatin' her up every night, you're missing a great treat." With that Martina slid upwards and squatted on Jennifer's face and forced her to lick her pussy. When Martina climaxed, her juices washed over Jennifer's face, mixing with her tears.

Martina stood and Jennifer reached to wipe her face. The cruel brunette kicked her hand aside, however, and ordered Barbara to lick Jennifer's face clean for her. Barbara, afraid to anger Martina, rushed to comply. As Barbara squatted over her lover, licking her face, Martina turned to Marti. "You've been pretty lucky so far, how would you like to try your luck with the big girls?" Marti looked at her and smiled, "If you mean yourself, old timer, I think you'll have a lot harder time with me than with that over the hill old bag," she jerked her thumb toward Jennifer who was still lying on the floor.

Marti stepped to the center of the room and faced Martina who was still breathing heavily from her match with Jennifer. Sensing that Martina was vulnerable, Marti launched her attack before Martina could recover. The little platinum blonde dove at Martina's legs, toppling the tall brunette onto her back. Marti rolled to the side and quickly rose to one knee as Martina sucked fresh air into her lungs. "What's the matter old lady," she taunted, "having trouble catching your breath?" Martina growled and struggled to her feet. By the time she had half-risen, Marti was already on her feet and had aimed a kick at Martina's huge breasts.

Marti's foot landed square on Martina's right nipple driving it into the fatty tissue and smashing it against the breastbone beneath. Martina clutched her injured mammary and sagged to one knee, trying to gather herself and put the pain out of her mind. Marti danced away and pointed at Martina taunting her, "Look at the old lady, she's a has-been." Ellen and Kim noticed how Martina's eyes narrowed at this point and she seemed to steel herself. Jennifer and Barbara, perhaps seeing only what they wanted to see, cheered on Marti.

Martina rose, holding her arm across her chest to protect her tender breast against further attacks. Marti rushed in, intent on following up her advantage. Martina stopped her in her tracks with a sharp left jab to Marti's nose, drawing blood. The little blonde backed away and wiped the blood from her face, a look of shock on her face. For the first time, she seemed to sense that this would not be an easy fight. Before Marti could recover, Martina again jabbed her in the face causing her right eye to begin to rapidly swell shut.

Marti quickly backed out of range before Martina could land another blow. Martina moved sideways, however, cutting off Marti's retreat. As she again came within range, Martina flicked out another jab which Marti ducked. She clasped Martina's wrist and attempted to throw her over her hip. Martina, being taller and heavier, closed on Marti and as the blonde turned her body, the tall brunette wrapped her arms around Marti's torso. The hold pinned Marti's right arm against her side. As Martina clasped her hands together, she was able to lift the lithe blonde's feet off the floor.

Martina swung Marti in a circle and let her go. Marti flew to the floor, landing on the small of her back. The women heard the little blonde grunt as she hit the floor. Marti sagged, her arms outspread on the floor and her legs slack. Before she could catch her breath, Martina dropped on her chest with both knees hitting the blonde's breasts. Marti cried out in agony at the cruel tactic. Martina settled back, with her ample ass covering Marti's face.

Marti's legs kicked in a convulsive reaction as her oxygen was cut off. Martina caught her arms by the wrist and held on, effectively preventing her from using them to break the hold. As Marti's legs slowly ceased their kicking, Martina released her arms, which fell limply to the floor. Marti didn't move, even as Martina ground her ass in her face. Ellen and Jennifer both rushed forward at the same time and pulled Martina off of Marti. Kim bent over the unconscious blonde and pushed on her chest a few times to make sure that she still was breathing.

The five women sat and watched as Marti slowly returned to consciousness. When she did, it was Martina's pussy above her that was the first sight she saw when she opened her eyes. "The old lady put your lights out, youngster," was all she said. Marti crawled to the side of the room and collapsed next to Barbara, who moved to another spot rather than sit next to the woman.

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

Marti didn't show up for work the next day, a fact noted by all of the participants. The following morning Barbara and Jennifer were coming into the lobby when they saw Marti. Jennifer took the opportunity to throw her arm around the blonde and give her breast a quick squeeze. It brought an immediate groan from the little woman. When Jennifer reached the top floor, her first stop was Martina's office. She and Ellen were discussing something when Jennifer walked in.

"I just saw that little blonde, Marti Madison, downstairs. From the way she was walking, I'd say she's still sore from your bout the other night." Martina looked at Ellen and said, "Well, it looks like you'll get your chance today." Ellen nodded and left the office. As she brushed past Jennifer, the blonde looked back at Martina, a questioning expression on her face. Martina noted it and explained, "She's still mad about how she lost to Marti the other night. She thinks the bitch was lucky and wants a re-match."

"I'd like to see that," Jennifer said. "Oh, you will," Martina responded. "We're going to have it at your house. Maybe you and Kim would like to be there when Ellen issues the challange. She's on her way to Marti's office now." Jennifer stopped by Kim's office and the two women rushed to Marti's office, hoping they wouldn't be too late. They were fortunate. Ellen had showed up, but Marti was not in her office. Jennifer and Kim bumped into Ellen during her search for Marti.

The three women finally located Marti, in Barbara's office. She had her back to the door and was talking to Barbara as they entered. "... bitch was lucky I didn't rip her tits off. The next time ..." she stopped in mid-sentence because of the expression on Barbara's face. Turning, she blanched when she saw Ellen in the doorway. Barbara, anxious to cause as much trouble for Marti as possible, stood up and said, "Come in Ellen dear, Marti was just talking about you." The little platinum blonde spun and stared daggers at a smug, self-satisfied, Barbara.

Ellen swaggered over to Marti and, drawing herself up to her full height, looked down at the smaller blonde. Leaning forward, Ellen laid her bruised and battered breasts atop those of her blonde rival. She noted with interest Marti's slight grimace as she increased the pressure, despite the pain it caused her. "I assume that I'm the lucky bitch in question," she said calmly. "Since you're so anxious for a next time, why don't you meet me tonight at Jennifer's and I'll give you another opportunity to remove my tits, as you seem bent on doing."

Marti shifted uncomfortably away from the pressure that Ellen was applying to her bosom, a fact that the other women noted. "I can't meet you tonight," she said evasively, "but if you're anxious for some more punishment, I'll meet you Saturday night - anyplace you say." Ellen continued to pursue her quarry and she jabbed Marti in the breast with her finger, "I think you know you were just plain lucky to win the last fight, and you're scared of what I'll do to you if we fight again. You're ducking me and, when Saturday night comes, you'll come up with another excuse to avoid me."

"No," Marti protested, looking at the other women for support, "that's not it at all. It's just that . . ." Before she could finish her sentence, Martina stepped forward and glared at the little blonde. "Listen blondie," she said through clenched teeth, "my associate has challenged you. Either you meet her according to the terms of the challange, or have your resignation on my desk by noon today. There's no place at BevCo for cowards and quitters." With that, Martina spun on her heel and walked out. As she passed Jennifer, she winked at the startled blonde. Jennifer turned back toward Marti and Ellen to see how the drama would end.

It was no contest, really. Given the terms of Martina's ultimatum, fight or quit, Marti had no alternative. She sighed and bowed her head in defeat. "Alright Ellen," she said, "tonight at Jennifer's. I'll be there. You'd better be ready, too, because if you have to hide behind Martina, you can't be too tough." Barbara and Jennifer had to hold Ellen's arms to keep her from going after Marti right there in Barbara's office. As the women walked Ellen back to her office, she was laughing about Marti's reaction.

"Did you notice how quickly she backed away when I put some pressure on her tits. Believe me, I've had Martina jump on mine like that and it hurts for a week afterwards, sometimes longer. Tonight, I'm going after those fried eggs she calls tits and, when I get through, she'll be squealing like a pig." As they passed the other offices, several women stuck their heads out as they passed, wondering who Ellen was talking about. If they had known it was the unpopular Marti Madison, Jennifer could have sold tickets to everyone on that floor of the building.

Ellen reminded Barbara and Jennifer that they were both expected to be home that evening. "We may want you two for the preliminary bout," she teased. This brought a worried look from Jennifer, who hoped that she wouldn't be forced to fight against Barbara. Both women left work at lunch time and spent the afternoon in bed.

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

At the appointed hour, the women arrived at Jennifer's. In a surprise, Martina arrived with a new woman on her arm. She introduced her as Suzi Wilson, a twenty year old secretary in Marti Madison's department. Suzi was a 5'6", 128 pound package of brunette power with a 36B-24-35 figure poured into a skin-tight, thigh-length, mini-skirt. Martina explained that Suzi had overheard Ellen, Barbara and Jennifer talking and asked Ellen if she could come. Ellen, frightened that her talking had compromised their fun, had sent her to talk to Martina.

The big brunette had called Suzi to her office and questioned her closely. Suzi harbored deep resentment, not only toward the stern Marti Madison, but also toward Barbara for something she'd done after assuming her duties at BevCo. At Martina's urging, Suzi reluctantly agreed to abide by any restrictions Martina set in exchange for being allowed to watch the fight. When Martina told her she may have to fight one of the women herself, she suggested Barbara was her preferred opponent.

Once all of the women were present, Martina introduced Suzi to the others. She announced that the first bout of the evening would pair Suzi and Barbara. Jennifer noted Suzi's eagerness with some alarm and warned her dark-haired lover. As the women stripped, Ellen's eyes narrowed when her friend Martina rushed to help Suzi removed her dress. As Barbara stripped, the women could see that her butt was still bruised from the beating she'd received several nights before and they all wondered if Suzi had seen, or been told about it - and whether she could take advantage if she knew.

When the signal was given to start the fight, Suzi moved forward tentatively, intent on not being trapped by a trick move. On the other hand, Barbara was angry that Martina had chosen her to test the newcomer. She charged right into Suzi, grabbing her tits with both hands. Suzi had been in several catfights, but she wasn't ready for this level of competition. Barbara put her into several painful holds that brought tears to the young woman's eyes.

Barbara continued her assault without mercy. First she dumped Suzi on her head, stunning her. Then, moving behind the stunned brunette, she twisted her fingers in the brunette's hair, while jamming her other hand between Suzi's thighs. With the young woman in a hair/cunt hold, Barbara put her knee in Suzi's back and slowly began to bend her double. When Barbara asked Suzi to submit, she refused at first, but when Barbara bounced on her back, it knocked the fight out of her. As Suzi gasped for breath, Barbara grabbed her wrists, clamped legs around the woman's head, and began to smother her between powerful thighs.

Unable to get a breath, Suzi waved her submission. Proud of her first important victory, Barbara strutted around the room posing for the women and flexing her arms and thighs. As Jennifer wrapped her arms around Barbara and kissed her deeply, Martina helped a sobbing Suzi to her feet. She guided the young brunette to the sofa where she massaged her bruised breasts as they watched the next bout together.

Ellen stepped to the center of the room and motioned to Marti to join her. "Let's get started, blondie," she smirked, "I've got a date later, and I don't want to be late." Marti looked the redhead up and down. Without her clothes, Marti could see that Ellen's body was firm and hard. Obviously, this would not be as easy as she had hoped. Glancing toward Kim, Marti asked Ellen, "How about putting your little girl up as a prize? If I win, I get her for a week." Ellen looked at Kim who had a worried expression on her face.

Ellen pretended to consider the proposition before stating that she wanted Marti to wager something in return. "But I don't have anything to wager except money," Marti said. "How about yourself?" Ellen asked. "What do you mean?" Marti asked, suspicious of Ellen's question. "It's simple," Ellen explained, "If you win, you get Kim for a week. If I win, Kim and I will get you for a week. No rules, no restrictions."

Marti realized she'd been tricked. If she refused after suggesting a side wager, everyone (including Ellen) would know she was afraid. If she accepted and lost, she could only imagine the horrible things Ellen and Kim would do to her. Even if she won, she'll just get Kim and she didn't want her, she wanted to humiliate Barbara. Ellen was a poor substitute for what she really wanted so Marti made a counter offer.

"How about this," she said tentatively, "If you win, I'll be your slave for a week. But if I win, you be mine?" Showing extreme confidence in her ability, Ellen agreed immediately and saw the look of dismay that clouded Marti's pretty face. All of the women expected Ellen to make short work of Marti this evening, apparently even Marti.

Both women are anxious to start, but they began cautiously due to their lingering injuries from previous bouts. It was Marti who struck first, grabbing Ellen's breasts and squeezing them. The blonde then dumped Ellen on her ass and kicked her in the back of the leg. Her leg cramped up and Ellen tried to crawl away as Marti chased her. With the fate of her lover riding on the outcome, Kim shouted encouragement to Ellen. Marti rushed in and tried to kick Ellen in the stomach, but instead, the redhead caught Marti's ankle and flipped her onto her butt. Marti rolled away and rose to her knees just as Ellen slammed into her, shoulder first.

Ellen's shoulder hit Marti in the left breast, bringing a groan of pain. Ellen quickly forced her to floor on her back, punching her breasts with both hands. Marti screamed in pain and Ellen switched tactics. First she squeezed, then punched, the blonde's tits. Marti cried in pain, driven nearly hysterical by the unrelenting pain in her breasts. Finally, Ellen threw herself on top of Marti and used her breasts to smother Marti, knocking her out. She stood and looked down disdainfully at her vanquished foe. Before the little blonde awoke, Ellen had her hands tied behind her back with a cord she'd brought specifically for that reason.

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

When Marti awoke, Ellen was sitting on her stomach and gently caressing her breasts with both hands. As her brain cleared, she groaned so Ellen tweaked the tender nipples and twisted them between her thumb and forefinger. Marti's eyes snapped wide open with the shock of the pain in her tits. "I've got you at my mercy, you blonde bitch. Unless you give me some lovin', I'm going to rip these off your chest." To emphasize her seriousness, Ellen grabbed the small breasts in her hands and twisted. Marti realized that she was powerless to resist and quickly agreed to Ellen's conditions. "I'll do whatever you want, just stop."

Ellen forced Marti to lick her pussy slowly. As her climax neared, the redhead rubbed her pussy on Marti's face, then she climaxed. When she stood up, the others laughed at Marti's bedraggled appearance as the blonde struggled against her bonds.

"Let me out of these," she demanded red-faced. Kim came over and knelt beside Marti, running her hands over the woman's pert breasts. "Let's take her back to your place right now and start working her over," she said to Ellen. "And by the way, would you really put me up as a prize?" she asked incredulously. Ellen's only response was an enigmatic smile.

Kim took Martina's place on the sofa next to Suzi and continued to massage her aching breasts as they talked. "Tell me all about yourself Suzi," Kim asked innocently, "It'll save me the trouble of pulling your personnel folder." Suzi leaned back and enjoyed Kim stroking of her breasts as she told the young blonde the brief story of her life. She was the youngest of three children of a West Virginia coal miner who had sexually abused her as a child. She ran away from home at sixteen and supported herself as a waitress and topless dancer until she got a job at BevCo as a file clerk. She'd been a good student until she had run away from home and made a favorable impression on the BevCo staff. She resisted Marti Madison's advances, however, and her career appeared to be dead-ended until she overheard Ellen talking about the fight with Marti.

"I really want to get that bitch Marti," Suzi said, "I'll make her sorry she tried to blackmail me for sex."

"I'll tell you what," Kim said smiling, "Come back next week and fight me. I'll arrange it for you to fight Marti the next week." Kim glanced at Ellen out of the corner of her eye and added, "Bring somebody you can bet. I'll put Ellen up as my wager. If you win, you can have her for the week." Suzi looked quizzically at Ellen who glared, but said nothing.

For the next week, Ellen tortured and humiliated Marti both publicly and more importantly in private. Even at the office, Ellen assigned her the most demeaning tasks and then corrected her in front of junior employees. In the two days right before the next weekend, Ellen abused Marti's bottom, spanking, pinching, caning and strapping it. By Saturday night, she was black and blue from her waist to the top of her thighs. It made it inviting target for her opponent, just as Ellen intended. She discussed her plan with Barbara when she scheduled a fight between her and Marti.

Suzi showed up alone, unable to find someone she trusted enough to invite them to the kinky party. Instead, she offered herself to the winner the way Ellen and Marti had done before. Suzi asked if she could fight Kim who accepted and put up Ellen as part of the bet. Ellen agreed, reluctantly, only because she was certain Kim could beat Suzi, which she did rather easily. Disappointed, Suzi left BevCo and was never heard from again.

AFTERWORD

Barbara eventually moved into Jennifer's house where they lived openly as a couple. To avoid problems, they socialized only in places where that sort of thing didn't raise eyebrows. At Ellen's insistence they continued to host regular fight parties. Both women made too much money to quit BevCo and Jennifer was committed to fulfilling the last 3 years of her agreement. Barbara was so deeply in love with Jennifer that she stayed on too, living with her and trying her best to protect her lover from abuse. As soon as her three year obligation was over, Jennifer left BevCo. She and Barbara moved to California where they live today, still a committed couple.

Martina, Ellen and Marti ran BevCo as they saw fit, including making a woman's fighting ability a key criteria when evaluating new hires and for promotion. As membership of the "club" grew, Barbara and Jennifer were reduced to serving as "punching bags" for a group of much tougher women. Ellen promoted Marti so, until she left, Barbara held the Chief's job - primarily to silence her protests about the way she and Jennifer were treated.

Marti moved in with Martina while Ellen and Kim continued their torrid affair, sharing a luxury hi-rise apartment. The last time anyone heard, they were still happy and together.

This ends the Wells College Saga