Knock Out
-- by lightswitch © September 2010

[Lesbian, interracial, white female, black female, wrestling,
domination, reluctant, non-consensual, humiliation, erotic
asphyxiation, choking, sleeper hold, tit smother, forced
unconsciousness]

Synopsis: A white girl entreats her black friend to teach her how
to wrestle, in hopes of deterring a bully; however, her actions
are misperceived.

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Crystal was 23, but her waifish features often caused her to be
mistaken as much younger. Her jet-black hair contrasted with her
pale, delicate features and her black-framed, round-lensed
glasses gave her a wide-eyed innocent look. Although she rarely
made mention, other than on her resume, she had qualified to join
Mensa several years earlier.

At 5'4", she was short and slim. Crystal was quite attractive,
although she didn't see it, herself. She worked at a bookstore
and loved her job, except for one problem: She was being bullied
by her co-worker.

Only three women, including Crystal, worked at the bookstore. The
co-worker in question was a big black woman named Tyeesha, who
was in her late-20s. She stood about 5'11" and weighed close to
300 pounds. Tyeesha's personality was as ugly as her appearance
and from the day Crystal hired in, the big woman had been going
out of her way to make the white girl's life miserable. This
started out by bumping Crystal with one of her massive hips,
which would send the petite girl careening into a nearby shelf or
stack of boxes. Later, it advanced to pinning the hapless white
girl into small spaces, using her larger bulk. Tyeesha would keep
her like that for up to 15 minutes at a time, laughing at the
petite white girl's struggles to get free. Crystal endured as
best she could, trying to avoid her malicious coworker whenever
she saw her coming.

It was a cool day in late September when Tyeesha upped the ante.

All three store employees wore the same uniform: A crisp white
blouse with a rather exposed neckline, a short navy blue skirt, a
bright red ribbon necktie, knee-length white socks, and sensible
black pumps. And this day was no exception for Crystal.

It was early afternoon and she was in the back storeroom
completing an inventory when she accidentally spilled her cup of
tea. One of the reasons she enjoyed this job was that her
supervisor, Jessica, supplied all the tea she and Tyeesha wanted,
for free. Springing up quickly, Crystal went over to the tiny
supply closet, built into the cinder-block wall.

Crystal retrieved a roll of paper towels and closed the cabinet
door. As she was turning, the light from behind was blotted out
by a dark, hulking form. Tyeesha's massive girth filled the
narrow passage, blocking her escape. The big black woman pressed
herself forward, squashing the petite white girl against the
wall, and pinning her. Crystal found the exposed portion of the
bigger woman's sweaty, dark brown cleavage pressing against her
face.

One of the big woman's hands shot out to clutch the white girl by
the throat. With surprising strength, Tyeesha lifted the petite
white girl with one hand, sliding her up along the wall. In this
position, the black woman's fingers were buried deep in the white
girl's throat, to each side of her windpipe. Crystal's head spun
as the blood was cut off from her brain. She could see Tyeesha's
face, only a few inches from her own, as the fat woman leered,
gazing deeply into the rapidly fading white girl's eyes. The
black woman seemed to be getting off on Crystal's fearful
expression and feeble efforts to free herself as the life slowly
ebbed from her petite body.

The white girl kicked her legs as she clutched at the black
woman's big arms, trying to relieve the pressure from her neck.
Did Tyeesha have her hands down her skirt? Was she masturbating
while she choked her? In her current position, Crystal couldn't
see clearly and was more focused on relieving the terrible
pressure on her throat, that threatened to shut down her brain.
The weaker her struggles became, the more excited Tyeesha's
expression seemed to get.

The last thing Crystal remembered before she passed out was the
ugly black woman's face, so close to hers that she could feel
Tyeesha's hot breath on her face and see the naked lust and
hunger in the fat woman's eyes as the black woman grinned,
apparently feeding off her subjugation.

* * * * * * * * *

It seemed like hours later when Crystal finally awoke, but she
realized it must have been mere minutes. She gasped in air,
coughing fitfully. The cool air on her damp face and exposed
chest felt good after the suffocating pressure of Tyeesha's
heated flesh crushing her. She could still smell the stink of the
big black woman's perspiration, which had now dried on her.

Wait ... cool air on her exposed chest?!?

With a start, she opened her eyes to discover her blouse had been
unbuttoned and her pale breasts were now showing. Tyeesha was
nowhere to be seen.

What had happened? Crystal shook her head, trying to clear her
thoughts. The last thing she remembered was her malicious
co-worker trying to crush her in the wall niche. The memory of
being pinned several inches off the floor by Tyeesha's big,
strong hand clutching her throat came back in a fearsome rush.

"I must have passed out," Crystal realized, clutching her open
blouse closed. Had Tyeesha really choked her until she had lost
consciousness? The pretty white girl couldn't believe her black
tormentor would do such a thing. She felt demeaned ... beaten.
Her nipples stiffened in the cool air, brushing against the
fabric of her blouse.

"Where's my bra?" she gasped, looking down inside her blouse at
her unprotected pale boobs and dark, stiffening nipples. "My bra
is ... missing!"

How could she have lost a *bra*?!? Unless ...

Had Tyeesha stolen it, while she was unconscious? She must have!
But ... who would steal a bra?!?

Slowly, Crystal got to her feet, struggling to make sense of
everything that had just happened. Tyeesha was a sadistic bitch,
true, but she had really escalated things ... choking Crystal at
work until she passed out and then stealing her clothing! Should
she tell her supervisor?

Cool air on her sex made her jump. Her hand flashed down to her
crotch and brushed her neatly trimmed bush.

"My panties are gone!" she whispered, overcome with shock. Had
the fat black bitch stolen her panties, as well? They were
missing; what other explanation was there?

But why, she wondered? Why would Tyeesha steal her bra and
panties while she was unconscious? As trophies?

"Probably just to further humiliate me," Crystal grimaced,
tugging her skirt down over her bare, curvaceous ass. "And it's
working."

Flushing with confusion and shame, the white girl went back to
work, periodically tugging her skirt down to make certain nothing
was showing, or self-consciously tugging at her blouse in an
effort to reposition her pert, but now free-swinging boobs. She
made a point to avoid being in the same area as her aggressive
co-worker and the day passed without further incident.

* * * * * * * * * * *

To Crystal's surprise and horror, the next day, Tyeesha again
caught her unaware at the cabinet. Crystal had assumed that
yesterday's incident would be the end of it, but evidently the
fat woman had enjoyed dominating the petite white girl the day
before and had decided to repeat the experience.

Again, Crystal found herself crushed against the wall. But this
time, the ugly black woman didn't choke her out. Instead, she
slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons of her straining and
already low-cut blouse.  Tyeesha's white, underwire bra served
more as a supportive shelf than as cover and her immense, dark
cleavage -- already threatening to spill out -- did just that.

With no further warning, the big black woman pressed her massive
boobs over Crystal's face.

Perhaps it was because she was a "big girl" that Tyeesha always
seemed to be sweating like a pig. Her fat, dark boobs were no
exception and Crystal was repulsed by the feel of those fat,
warm, wet mounds pressing suffocatingly against her pretty, pale
face. The black woman pressed herself relentlessly forward,
trying to cram her bulk into the narrow passage, and in the
process crushing the hapless white girl.

The damp brown titflesh was hot, slippery, and unforgiving --
providing no escape for the white girl's face, which slid deeper
between the huge, smothering mounds. Crystal struggled
frantically in an effort to escape, or to at least get a lungful
of air, but the big woman had her wedged firmly in the small
space. The petite white girl's struggles grew weaker.

Crystal's mind was almost paralyzed with shock. To be physically
assaulted was one thing, but to be dominated and suffocated by
another woman's breasts?!? This ratcheted up the humiliation and
degradation by an order of magnitude. The attack was primal and
sexual, subtlely attacking and undermining Crystal's confidence
as a woman. It was almost as if this fat, ugly, black bitch was
showing she was more of a woman than the pretty, petite white
girl!

"I have to break free!" she thought, humiliation burning through
her. "This is intolerable!" But Tyeesha was too big to budge and
within only a few minutes, the pretty white girl passed out,
still pinned upright against the wall.

When she awoke, some time later, she again found her bra and
panties missing.

Sobbing with shame, she went home early.

* * * * * * * *

This became the new routine and Crystal's personal hell: Every
day, Tyeesha would corner the terrified white girl and pin her
against a wall or bookshelf. The big black woman would then open
a button or two on her blouse and titsmother the struggling white
girl until her victim passed out. When she finally came to,
Crystal would discover that both her bra and panties were
missing.

This humiliation went on for two weeks and the embarrassed white
girl found she had run out of lingerie.

Humiliated beyond words, Crystal had no choice but to go to work
"Commando" -- she didn't make enough to constantly replenish her
regularly purloined under-garments. Knowing that her pert breasts
were bare beneath her blouse made her color with embarrassment.
Knowing that the only thing hiding her bare pussy was an
extremely short skirt made her cringe with fear. She avoided
sitting down, fearful that her skirt would ride up and expose her
shame. The mandatory blouse and skirt were cut skimpily enough
that Crystal was sure people would notice. Fortunately, Tyeesha
didn't seem inclined to consider any other types of souvenirs,
but Crystal nervously wondered what other liberties the twisted
bitch might take while she was unconscious.

After enduring several weeks of such treatment, Crystal decided
something had to be done. She approached her supervisor, Jessica.

Jessica was as beautiful as Tyeesha was ugly. The poised black
woman was probably in her mid-30s and stood 5'8". She had
obviously been an athlete in college, Crystal thought, admiring
Jessica's long, defined legs that seemed to rise up forever until
they flowed into her shapely hips and backside, hidden by her
short skirt. Jessica wore fitted blouses that hugged her slender
waist, yet flared out to support her full, dark breasts. The
deep-cut blouses seemed *made* to highlight the attributes of
Jessica's beauty and Crystal found herself regarding this
attractive woman with envy. What made for a complete package was
that Jessica's personality was warm and open -- every bit as
attractive as her physical body. Whenever she turned her dazzling
white smile on another person, which she did often, it never
failed to perk up that person's mood.

Even so, Crystal was shy and hesitant about approaching her for
help.

"Ms Jessica," she began, haltingly, "I ... that is ..." How to
broach such a bizarre topic?

"You look fantastic," Crystal gushed, trying to stall for time
and collect her thoughts. "Were you active in sports in college?"
Jessica smiled; her thick sensuous lips were painted in a pearly
pink lipstick that Crystal found captivating. That particular
shade was part of Jessica's signature look.

"Yes," Jessica said, "mostly wrestling. I also did diving and
general physical fitness."

Wrestling? Crystal's ears perked up at this.

"Teach me how to wrestle!" the pretty white girl blurted out,
desperate to find a way to defend herself. The beautiful black
woman raised an eyebrow, as if assessing her young subordinate.

"You're being bullied," Jessica murmured sympathetically. Crystal
nodded, surprised that the beautiful black woman could be so
perceptive. "You're right to want to handle it yourself," Jessica
continued, taking Crystal's hand and leading her young charge to
the storeroom. "These kinds of things are never settled by going
to an authority. You have to settle who the stronger woman is --
who deserves to be dominant!" Crystal nodded, not really
following, but grateful that she was on the path to a final
resolution.

In the storeroom, the beautiful black supervisor sized up her
pupil.

"You're small," she said, frowning. "This means we forget any
classical moves that depend on strength. We'll need to focus on
speed, skill, and endurance." Crystal nodded, grateful for this
worldly woman's expertise.

Jessica went to her hands and knees and then positioned Crystal
over her in the classic starting position. "We'll need to train
you to avoid grappling attacks and break free when you have been
grappled," her beautiful black teacher instructed. Crystal became
keenly aware that the arm she had draped across the black woman's
back resulted in her cupping one of Jessica's full, bra-encased
breasts.

"Don't think about it," Crystal told herself. "Focus on learning
what Ms Jessica has to teach!"

Before Crystal knew what was happening, Jessica had kicked out
and reversed position. It was now the white girl on her hands and
knees, with the taller black woman dominant and clutching
Crystal's breast. Both women froze, as each realized the only
thing between Jessica's strong dark hand and Crystal's firm,
white breast was a thin layer of cotton. The white girl blushed;
but what could she have done? The bookstore didn't pay a lot and
Tyeesha had stolen every bra Crystal owned!

Jessica gave a slow smile, but didn't release the white girl's
boob.

"You have to use your natural quickness to counter her moves,"
Jessica continued, as if oblivious to the soft mound in her hand.
"Is there any particular move she pulls on you that you need to
counter?"

Crystal blushed. How could she admit to her supervisor that
Tyeesha titsmothered her every day until she passed out? Even
though it was not her fault, she felt dirty ... demeaned ... at
even having been subjected to such actions.

"She ...," the white girl stammered, searching for a euphamistic
way to phrase it, "she knocks me out." The supervisor studied the
white girl's pretty, unbruised face.

"Ah," Jessica nodded. "Sleeperhold!" She paused, giving Crystal
an appraising look. "You know," she continued haltingly, as if
assessing some mental calculations involving Crystal's
receptiveness, "you can build up a resistance to such moves.

Crystal's blue eyes widened. "Really?" she breathed. "Can you
teach me?"

Her supervisor nodded, wetting her pearlescent pink lips.

"Sit up," she instructed. "Stay on your knees, but sit on your
heels." Crystal did as instructed. Jessica positioned herself
behind the kneeling white girl and snaked a strong, dark arm
around Crystal's pale throat.

"When applying a sleeper hold," Jessica lectured, "it is
important not to apply pressure directly to the windpipe. The
windpipe gets nestled in the crook of the elbow so that squeezing
is applied to both sides of the trachea, without actually
injuring the trachea." Crystal felt the beautiful black woman
tighten her grip and immediately began to see stars. A delicious
pressure built inside her head and her eyes bugged out in
response.

"The sleeper hold doesn't really suffocate the victim," Jessica
explained, as Crystal began to reflexively pull at the
constricting arm. "Actually, it presses the carotid arteries,
located at each side of the trachea, thus cutting off blood flow
to the brain." The pressure in Crystal's head felt unbearably
pleasant and darkness fluttered around the edges of her
consciousness. She felt her supervisor place her hand around the
base of Crystal's skull. The white girl felt her face go slack as
the pressure built inside her neck and skull.

"By pressing forward on the back of the head," Jessica murmured,
her breath hot and tickling on the white girl's ear, "you can
speed the process." Crystal felt an inexplicable tingling in her
pussy as she struggled helplessly in the black woman's grasp. She
could feel her supervisor's full, firm breasts pressing against
her back; her own nipples stiffened and jutted out from under her
blouse as she felt her consciousness slipping away. Why did this
feel so intensely erotic, she wondered.  Her mouth worked
wordlessly and her eyes crossed as her arms lost strength and
fell nervelessly to her sides. She couldn't move, but was so
aroused at being dominated in this fashion that she doubted she
could have moved, anyway.  Light-headed, she struggled to hang
onto consciousness.

"What is she doing to me?" Crystal wondered, aware that her
exposed pussy was actually dripping on the storeroom floor.

She didn't have time to ponder further, passing out in the
beautiful black woman's relentless arms as a trickle of drool ran
down her pale chin.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Crystal floated in sensuous darkness, a warm feeling of arousal
coursing through her body. Unseen lips seemed to press against
hers and she instinctively tried to return the kiss.

"Am I dreaming?" she wondered. "Am I dead?"

The kiss was gone and a gentle caress on her cheek caused her
eyelids to flutter open.

Now *that* had been real!

"Welcome back, baby!" Jessica chuckled, brushing a strand of
black hair from Crystal's face.

"What ...," Crystal choked, her voice thick and sluggish, "what
happened?"

Jessica laughed and helped the dazed white girl to her feet.

"I knocked you out," the beautiful black woman chuckled.
"Remember? We were trying to increase your endurance and
resistance to getting knocked out? I slapped a sleeperhold on
you."

Memory slowly returned and Crystal gave a weak laugh.

"Oh yeah!" she said, still feeling wobbly and dizzy. "So if I let
you do this to me every day, after a while, I'll build up a
resistance and Tyeesha won't be able to make me pass out?"

Jessica smiled and nodded.

"I guarantee that if you stick with me and continue this routine,
I will change your world," the beautiful black woman grinned, as
if enjoying another meaning.

* * * * * * * * *

That night, Crystal mulled over the events of the day. She felt
so grateful that her beautiful supervisor would take time from
her busy day to help like this! She was still puzzled as to why
she had become so aroused, though. It was almost as if she had
been excited by the beautiful black woman's domination. Losing
consciousness at her hands had proven unexpectedly and intensely
arousing.

"What's the matter with me?" the pretty white girl agonized,
dropping her short skirt on the bathroom floor before starting
the water in the shower to warm it up before entering. "I've
never been excited by a woman before." She had to admit, Jessica
*was* absolutely gorgeous. If she had to have a lesbian
experience, she could do worse than the lovely black supervisor.

"What am I thinking?!?" she scolded herself. Lesbian
experience?!? She was no lesbian! And why had she become so
aroused at being dominated like that? She wasn't aware of any
desire to be submissive, so why had that excited her so? It
wasn't sexy to lose consciousness -- or, more accurately, to have
your consciousness taken from you by another. She didn't like the
idea of another person having such a powerful degree of control
over her.

Her eyes fell on a pearly pink print on her pale left breast,
like an artist's rendition of full, sensual lips on the pale
blank canvas of her body.

Crystal froze, unable to look away. Her mind was blank, refusing
to acknowledge what she was seeing. After a full three minutes,
she finally broke free of the spell.

"Ms Jessica ...,' She thought, finally acknowledging the evidence
before her eyes, "she ... kissed me?" The beautiful black woman
must have kissed her white subordinate's breast, to be exact. The
perverse intimacy this suggested made Crystal involuntarily
lubricate.

She stumbled to the mirror over her sink, and stared at the
damning lip print on her breast. Her alabaster body was smooth
and unmarred, except for that one bright pink lipstick stain.

"She ... she must have kissed me when I was knocked out," Crystal
thought, suppressing the erotic thrill that coursed over her at
this realization. Her disbelieving blue eyes quickly refocused on
the reflection of her lips. There, faint but unmistakable, were
traces of pearly pink lipstick ... on her lips!

Crystal didn't wear lipstick and certainly never "Jessica Pink"
shade.

She ... she kissed me on the mouth, too, Crystal thought. A
dreamlike memory of being kissed, as she had come to, returned.
Wasn't that just my mind playing tricks on me, she wondered.

But there was the lipstick.

It must have really happened.

What should she do? Should she confront Jessica?

The distraught white girl showered and went to bed, falling into
a fitful sleep.

* * * * * * * * *

The next day, Crystal said nothing, pretending the incident had
never happened. Her days fell into a bizarre routine of being
unwillingly titsmothered into unconsciousness by Tyeesha and
being willingly knocked unconscious by Jessica's expertly applied
sleeperholds. To her dismay, she found herself becoming
increasingly aroused by each act -- both from her beautiful
supervisor and from the ugly, fat co-worker.

And each night, she found more of the pearly pink lip prints on
her pale body.

After another week of this routine, Crystal was desperate to find
some route back to normalcy. In the storeroom, as they readied
for another bout of "resistance training," she approached her
supervisor.

"I appreciate all you've been doing with me," Crystal said,
hoping she could find the right words so as not to appear
ungrateful. "But I'm not sure I'm building up any resistance. In
fact, I am questioning whether it is even possible to build up a
resistance to something like decreased blood flow to the brain. I
was hoping you could teach me how to ... you know ... fight."

Jessica seemed surprised and mildly disappointed.

"Of course, my doll," she smiled. "Get down in position and see
if you can kick out and escape."

Pleased with her supervisor's ready acceptance, Crystal did as
she was told. She felt Jessica wrap one hand around her un-bra'd
boob and another around her skirt-covered ass, pressing gently
between her legs. The white girl stiffened, but decided it was
innocent. As they began wrestling, Crystal could feel her short
skirt ride up and her face burned when she felt her supervisor's
warm hand on her pale, bare ass.

Trying to remember what she had been taught, Crystal kicked out
and spun around, successfully reversing positions. She sprang to
grapple her instructor but froze when her arms wrapped around the
lovely black woman: She could clearly feel a full, firm, naked
breast in her grasp, separated from her palm only be a sheer
layer of fabric. She could feel the black woman's nipple, stiff
and erect, against the fabric under her palm.

Jessica wasn't wearing a bra under her blouse!

The white girl's heart raced. Could it have been an accident? Or
had the beautiful black woman misinterpreted Crystal's lack of
undergarments as some kind of sapphic invitation? Was Jessica a
lesbian? Impossible, Crystal thought! Jessica was the most poised
and "together" woman she knew! There was no way she could be a
lesbian!

"She probably just did it for comfort and range of movement,"
Crystal decided, tightening her grip on her instructor's soft,
full boob. "Or maybe as a show of camaraderie, so I wouldn't feel
embarrassed about my lack of underwear."

Her thoughts were interrupted when Jessica grabbed one of the
white girl's legs and pulled, causing her to lose her balance and
fall onto her side.

"Don't get distracted," Jessica warned, pulling the white girl
towards her by her ankle.

Instinctively, Crystal grabbed one of the black woman's long,
beautiful legs and pulled, toppling her instructor as well. She,
too, pulled her opponent towards her by an ankle. The two women
struggled and writhed, each trying to kick herself free while
continuing to pull on her opponent's ankle.

With a start, Crystal realized that she and Jessica had
unwittingly scissored their crotches together and their struggles
were resulting in some serious friction. The white girl gave an
embarrassed laugh and quickly tried to disengage.

"Ha," Crystal chuckled weakly, "I'm sorry! Didn't mean to ..."

The black woman wasn't paying attention to her. If anything,
Jessica seemed to unwittingly increase the contact between their
tightly pressed pelvises. The white girl could feel herself
lubricating and blushed in shame. She released Jessica's ankle
and worked to disengage her long, pale limbs from her opponents'
shapely dark legs.

"Jessica," she panted, trying to ignore the pleasurable rubbing,
"Please! Stop!"

The panting black woman had closed her eyes and established a
steady rhythm as she continued to rub herself against her young
protege. Crystal sorely regretted her lack of panties, her pouty
pussy lips receiving the full effect of this accidental
tribadism. The white girl's crotch was soaked and, with a start,
she realized she wasn't the only one who hadn't worn panties
today.

"Jessica!" she gasped in shock. It was only now slowly dawning on
her that her beautiful black supervisor had to be fully aware of
what was happening, as well as being fully aware of the effect it
was having on her young charge.

"Please!" the white girl begged, desperately twisting in an
attempt to untangle. "Stop! This isn't what I wanted. I just
wanted to learn how to defend myself! I'm not into girls!"
However, Crystal's gushing pussy undermined her protests as each
woman's aroused twat became coated with the other's slick juices.
Jessica's grip was like a vise around each of Crystal's ankles
and the black woman ground herself harder against the reluctant
white girl's fevered cunt.

Her supervisor was obviously approaching climax.

For her part, Crystal realized she was dangerously excited
herself. "How is this possible?" she wondered, eyes tearing in
shame and self-loathing. "I can't be affected by this! I am not a
lesbian!" She continued to struggle to free herself, all the
while plaintively begging her supervisor to release her.

With a full-throated cry, the beautiful black woman ground
herself down hard against the white girl's pussy and climaxed,
her gorgeous dark body shimmering with perspiration. Crystal,
sobbing in shame and repressed arousal, could do nothing to
prevent herself from this objectification for the dominant black
woman's pleasure.

When her climax had finally passed, Jessica moved to lay on top
of the petite white girl, kissing her deeply. Crystal could taste
the black woman's pink lipstick and knew her own mouth would now
be smeared with it. Crystal trembled as the satisfied black woman
took her time tongue fucking the trembling white girl's quivering
mouth. Finally, with one last long, lingering kiss, Jessica
raised her head.

"Ready for your turn?" she murmured. Teary-eyed, Crystal shook
her head.

"I'm ...,” she gasped, trying to ignore the aching throbbing in
her crotch, "I'm not a lesbian." Jessica grinned, got up, and
began dressing. Crystal could now affirm her earlier suspicion:
The black woman, too, had not been wearing panties. This
confirmation that her beautiful supervisor had been rubbing her
bare crotch on hers made the white girl's pussy throb with
almost-painful arousal and she was unable to repress a soft moan.
Both women's thighs were slick with their intermingled juices,
now cooling and drying into a thick, sticky sap.

"Suit yourself," Jessica laughed. "But we're lovers now. If you
want it one-sided, that's OK with me." The lovely black woman
finished dressing and regarded the feverishly aroused white girl.
"You're mine, now, doll, and you'll satisfy me every day, from
now on."  Smiling, the beautiful black dominant turned and left
the room.

Near mad with unrequited arousal and shame, Crystal burst into
tears.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she cried. But she was so worked up, she
thought she'd burst if she didn't obtain sexual release. How
could she have become so aroused by another woman?!?

A large figure emerged from behind a stack of boxes.

"Not a lesbian?" Tyeesha laughed, her large breasts sticky from
fondling herself with the same hand she'd been using to jill off.
"Then you need your glasses checked'cuz that sure looked like a
woman riding you, a few minutes ago!"

The big, ugly black woman was completely nude and Crystal froze
in horror, her eyes locking on the huge strap-on fastened around
the fat woman's pelvis.

"You ain't cum yet?" Tyeesha smirked in mock sympathy, watching
the white girl fixate on the strap-on. "Girlfriend walked off and
left you hanging, did she? Well fortunately for you, I'm here for
ya!" Crystal tried to get to her feet, but the big black woman
kicked her onto her back.

"I always knew I'd fuck you, someday" Tyeesha murmured lustily,
licking her thick, crude lips. "I always knew that someday I'd
fuck you til you screamed and I'd make you my little white fuck
toy."

Crystal's bright blue eyes were wide with horror and the nearly
nude white girl tried to scoot back along the floor to put some
distance between her and the aggressive lesbian. But Tyeesha
wasn't to be denied and fell on her prey, literally as well as
figuratively.

The white girl grunted as the fat black woman's weight crushed
the air from her lungs. Moving faster than Crystal would have
credited, Tyeesha was soon lying on top of the white girl,
flattening her under her bulk. Crystal's legs were spread and her
pale heels rested gently on each side of the black woman's big
ass. Before she could gather her wits to resist, Crystal found
that Tyeesha had tucked the white girl's arms under her fat, dark
legs, pinning her under her immense weight.

"Oh," the black woman breathed, eyelids heavy with lust, "I been
waiting so long for this!" She maneuvered her hips until Crystal
felt the massive dildo thrusting coldly up between her legs.

"No!" the desperate white girl tried to grunt, but the heavy
weight of the fat woman on top of her prevented her from making
any sound. Tyeesha sighed with satisfaction and forced the giant
dildo into the pinned white girl. Normally, the fake cock would
have been much too big to enter the young white girl's tight
hole, but Crystal had been so aroused for so long that she was
now slippery with lubricant -- both her own and Jessica's.

The crushed white girl tried to scream but only a strangled
gurgle came out.

The mammoth dildo was too big to slide in easily, but Tyeesha
continued to ram it in anyway. Crystal clenched her eyes and then
clenched her teeth as the enormous artificial phallus was slowly
forced up into her guts. It took the fat black woman a full three
minutes of effort before she finally hilted the gigantic dildo in
the white girl's overstuffed pussy.

"There we go!" Tyeesha sighed happily, raising her upper body
enough for Crystal to draw in a ragged breath. Crystal had never
felt so filled and didn't move, fearful of tearing something.

"I told you I'd fuck you," the fat black woman laughed, gazing
down with lust at the trembling white girl beneath her. Tyeesha's
fat black ass began rising up, drawing the huge dildo after it.
Crystal could hear the terrible sucking sound it made as it began
slithering out of her well-stuffed hole. But once it was
two-thirds out, the big black woman pushed her pelvis forward,
sending it slowly sliding back in.

With the entire shaft lubricated and Crystal's poor pussy cruelly
stretched out of shape, Tyeesha began fucking the pinned white
girl in earnest. Crystal grunted helplessly, clenching her eyes
shut and gritting her teeth each time the big black woman thrust
the gigantic dildo home.

Tyeesha gave her a sadistic grin.

"I know what you need to get off," she leered, continuing to
pound the overwhelmed white girl's body. "I've seen how much you
get off getting knocked out. You are one kinky slut!" The black
woman raised herself up and positioned her fat, jiggling boobs
over the savaged white girl's face. Crystal looked at those
massive swaying udders in shock.

"What are you talking about?" she gasped, between thrusts. "I do
NOT like getting knocked out! You forced that on me!" The ugly
black woman laughed.

"You keep telling yourself that, white girl!" she mocked. "But
I've felt how wet your pussy has been, each time you been lying
there, knocked out on the floor. And I saw how you just couldn't
get enough, so you went and asked Jessie to choke you out, too!
Every damn day for weeks, now, you had both of us knocking you
out twice a day!" Clearly relishing her dominance, the fat black
woman lowered her huge breasts down over the pinned white girl's
face. "You got a thing for being knocked out by black women,
don't you!"

Crystal struggled to free herself, but found she was quickly
overcome by the dominant breast smother and the simultaneous
dildo-rape. A delicious languor seized her and her struggles grew
feeble. The terrible pressure on her face was as overpowering as
the incessant pounding her guts were taking.

Crystal found herself completely subdued.

Dominated.

Used like a piece of meat.

First Jessica, now Tyeesha.

Crystal realized she was helpless to stand up to either of them;
they were just too confident ... too strong ... too primally
sexual. They would take whatever they wanted, and they both
wanted Crystal. There was nothing she could do to stop them.

The dominated white girl felt her consciousness slipping away ...
no, being taken away, by the dominant fat black woman who was
raping her even as she smothered the life out of the helpless
white girl beneath her.

"She could kill me," Crystal thought, feeling her eyes turning up
in her head as her thoughts slowed dangerously. "Tyeesha could
smother me to death with her big, fat, sweaty tits and there'd be
nothing I could do to stop her."

"But she won't kill me," the fainting white girl realized. "She'd
rather dominate me and crush me -- literally and figuratively. I
exist only to satisfy her perverted dyke lust."

As she continued to pass out, Crystal climaxed -- harder than she
had ever climaxed before. Her screams of intense pleasure were
muffled by the black woman's fat tits pressed down over her face.
Tyeesha continued to rape her little white fuck toy until the
petite girl had completely passed out and was lying still,
twitching occasionally, under the big black woman's heaving body.

Satisfied that she had thoroughly dominated the smaller woman,
Tyeesha pulled out of her conquest with a loud "plop." She
laughed at the way Crystal's ravaged pussy gaped after the savage
dildo rape and wondered if she'd ruined the little white girl for
life.

Squatting over Crystal's head, the ugly black woman slapped the
white girl's pretty face until she came to. Then, with her big
feet firmly planted at each side of the groggy black-haired
girl's head, Tyeesha lowered her dripping, wooly pussy down onto
Crystal's face, her exposed asshole hovering over the white
girl's nose.

Sobbing in defeat, Crystal subserviently began lapping the
victress' dripping slit, tacitly acknowledging her new role in
satisfying her sexual superiors.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Crystal's two black mistresses reached an unspoken agreement: The
beautiful, slender black supervisor would use Crystal each
morning, achieving several orgasms before eventually ending each
session with a sleeperhold that quickly rendered the pretty white
girl unconscious. The fat ugly black woman would then get the
petite white girl for the rest of the afternoon, cruelly using
her for extended sexual satisfaction before finally titsmothering
Crystal until the younger girl passed out.

As the years passed, Crystal learned to love her new role and
began to look forward to the erotic thrill of her black lovers
using her as a fuck-doll before robbing her of consciousness. She
became adept at timing her own orgasms, jilling off as she was
being knocked out until she expertly came the moment *just*
before she passed out, in order to maximize the intensity of her
climax.

Having her brain deprived of oxygen twice a day every day over
such a prolonge dperiod of time eventually caused brain damage.
But Crystal had been exceptionally bright and figured that such
intense orgasms were worth losing a few IQ points every year.

"And anyway," she sighed, "it's not like I have a choice. It's no
longer my decision to make."

Deep down, some part of her knew this was a rationalization; that
no matter what, she'd eagerly continue her spiral towards a Mensa
disqualification if it meant continuing to get dominated so
deliciously and completely, and continuing to experience intense
orgasms as her dark dominatrices repeatedly dominated her very
consciousness twice each day.
