And the winner is...

Nelly always hated fighting, and she tried to avoid it whenever possible. She was one of the nerdy kids in school bullies loved to pick on. Though her father enrolled her in martial arts classes, she still didn't want to fight with anyone. Her father had told her it was only a means of self defense if things got too out of hand. "You need to use your abilities wisely," he told her. "A true martial artist develops mind, body, and spirit as well as skills. You should never use your skills to pick a fight. You would be no better than the bullies who pick on you. Only use what you have learned when you have no other choice. And never use your skills in anger. The anger will consume you."

Was there a choice right now? She pondered this over in her mind. She had worked hard to become a third degree black belt. Isn't this situation she now found herself in what he father had tried to warn her about? All she could feel was hate, rage, and anger at Carly. But she knew somewhere deep inside of her what she was feeling was wrong. She decided not to make the first move. Perhaps Carly would make a great miscalculation, and she would gain the upper hand without having to resort to the use of ****.

The two continued to circle each other. "Boring!" one of the girls in the crowd yelled out. "Give us titties!" The crowd took it up as a chant. Carly suddenly lunged at Nelly, but she was prepared for it. She dropped to the floor in a crouching position, and perfectly timed a leg sweep, knocking Carly to the floor on her back. She quickly pounced on top of her, straddling her,, ripping open the front laces of her bustier, exposing her fully ripened breasts to the chanting crowd. She ripped and tore until Carly's top was split wide open. She now paused to admire and grope them.

The only thing Carly could do was lay there and take it. Her arms flailed in vain attempts to bitch slap her, but none of her blows were hard enough to unseat the straddling beauty.

Nelly yanked the torn bustier out from under Carly, and waved it in the air for the crowd to see. They all cheered. "Suck her tits!" another girl in the crowd yelled out, and everyone started chanting it. Nelly was more than happy to oblige them. She opened her mouth, and took Carly's left nipple and aureole inside, rolling her tongue all over it. When she felt Carly's nipple grow erect in her mouth, she switched to the right breast, and repeated the process.

Carly lay there mewling with pleasure. It felt so good! She wasn't sure if she ever wanted it to end. Then the idea to surrender and just let Nelly have her way with her entered her mind. No! She couldn't do that! Not with someone she hated! But why did she hate her? That shouldn't matter, she told herself. She began to buck and roll from side to side in an effort to dislodge the straddling Nelly. Finally, it worked as Nelly fell off to one side. She scrambled to her feet, and put some distance between them. Then she waited in a crouched position, right behind Nelly.

Nelly started to get up. She looked around for Carly, but Carly was quick enough to stay behind her, no matter which way she turned. When she was finally on her feet, Carly speared her from behind, and tackled her to the floor.

Nelly was now sprawled out on the floor, face first, with Carly on top of her. Carly quickly went to work, undoing the catch on the back of Nelly's dress, then ripping the back of it open. "It's a shame to ruin such a pretty, frilly dress," she whispered almost seductively into Nelly's ear. "But I intend to do much more than that to you." She took one of Nelly's arms, and twisted it into a hammer lock. Nelly howled in pain. "Surrender!"ordered Carly. "Surrender, and let me finish stripping you! Tap out now!" She added more torque to her arm.

Nelly screamed, and with her free hand, she tapped out, yelling "I surrender! I surrender!"

Carly stood up, and rolled Nelly over. She finished tearing her dress off, exposing her black and purple lace undies. She held the ruined dress up over her head, and waved it in victory. The crowd went wild! They had their new heroine! "Strip her! Strip her!" they chanted. Carly was more than happy to give them what they wanted as she tore open Nelly's bra, and threw it to the hungry crowd of onlookers. Next came her boy pants, which Carly also threw to the crowd. For all intents and purposes, Nelly was now naked, in spite of the fact she still had shoes, stockings, and gloves on. Carly decided to leave them on her because she looked sexy that way.

Jess, the queen bee, rose from her makeshift throne, and walked over to congratulate her newest member. "You did well," she praised her. "Now finish the job, and **** this slut, and we will send her where she belongs."

(Disclaimer: No dresses or underwear were ripped off of anyone during the writing of this chapter. Well, maybe somewhere they were. No breasts were fondled, nor were any nipples teased and sucked.

"Hey disclaimer guy," said Carly. "That's easy for you to say. That little bitch made me very horny! I think I'll have her eat me out for that."

Please Carly, don't give away any of the plot for our next chapter. The author isn't going to like it.

"What's he going to do? Fire me? I'm one of the main characters!"

(Heavy sigh) Any way, any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. stay tuned for our next exciting chapter. Until then, happy reading!)