Fight Her!

As Taylor lords over you and steps forward her girthy meat bobs expectantly. Everything about her looks and feels powerful, yet, in that moment you feel you could fight and maybe even win. Anger wells up inside you and instead of backing up against the wall you stand up straight and ready your first blow. The big girl continues her approach.

"Well, Dougie? Aren't you going to be a good boy and get on your knees?"

Your right fist swings upwards and strikes the girl in the cheek, interrupting her advance. Taylor makes no attempt at evasion and caught the hit dead on. Staggering back, she pauses for a second, bringing a hand up to her face. She looks at the little smudges of red on her fingers in disbelief. You, too, watch on in a strange state of inaction. After all, you have never hit anyone before in your life. You've always been the one who got hit, at least up until now.And yet, here you are, duking it out with a big curvy dickgirl while class is still in session.

Taylor, however, was having none of it.

"You bitch!" She shrieks, lunging at you in rage.

Jolted back into the driver seat of your mind, you swing repeatedly at her, blows completely unpracticed. To your surprise, you actually manage to hit the bigger girl a couple of times, but she quickly bears down on you, stifling any **** you might put up.

You can feel the very moment where your feet lose traction with the ground. Surprisingly strong arms wrap themselves around your un-exercised and boyish form. Powerless to stop the momentum, you slam into the wall with Taylor's heavy weight pressing against you. All air rushes from your lungs. In that frightening moment you fall to the ground clutching your sides, feeling like you might never experience a breath of fresh air again. Panting from the action, Taylor stands over you, but she doesn't let up. As soon as she had regains her balance, she sends an onslaught of kicks down on you between more heavy panting.

Boot after boot removed what little fighting spirit you had mustered. Pain, failure, and a ringing in your ears, was all you could sense when the blows finally stopped. Laying there on the ground, even the slightest movements bring on intense bodily agony, and staying face down on the bathroom tile is all you could do. Taylor has won and she's won thoroughly.

After a bit, the ringing in your ears begins to fade, replaced by your opponents chatter.

"I tried... to be nice.... Dougie." Says Taylor between panting and labored breaths.

"You could've... swallowed my cum... and went off to class."

She stands tall and her chest heaves, heavy tits swaying as she regains her strength.

"Phew... But now... I have to teach you a more permanent lesson."

From your spot on the floor, you worry of what Taylor has in mind.