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See How She Runs (him) – By James Pendergrass
Copyright 2009
Table of Contents:
Chapter One – A Simple Girl
Chapter Two – Humiliating Big Bro
Chapter Three – Date Night
Chapter Four – Encounter In Empty School Hallway
Chapter Five – The V5000
Chapter Six – Gag Order
Chapter Seven – Dana’s Study Aid
Chapter Eight – Four Ejaculations
Chapter Nine – Caught And Corrected
Chapter Ten – Dana Tells The Girls
Chapter Eleven – Paul’s Public Humiliation
Chapter Twelve – The National Championships
(Disclaimer: This is a fictitious tale intended solely for adults ages 18 or older. The author does not necessarily advocate the events of this story as a lifestyle preference. If you, or someone you know is in a truly abusive relationship, please seek professional assistance. The author believes all relationships should be based on love and affection. Please do not reprint or republish this story without the express written consent of James P. Thank you)
Something in the way she moves… -The Beatles
Chapter One – A Simple Girl
Six college-age girls jogged single-file through the wooded area north of campus. All six ladies wore short shorts, sleeveless tops and running shoes. The girls comprised the elite members of Lyndon College's women's cross-country team. Lyndon College was a small, high quality Division III liberal arts school with a proud tradition as a division three cross-country powerhouse. The women’s team was the defending national champion, while the men had placed second. The girls were never hesitant about sharing that fact with the boy’s team.
This year the ladies were once again very strong. They'd lost a couple of seniors to graduation, but they'd been adequately replaced, thanks to team depth and a dynamo freshman named Dana Green. Dana was a much ballyhooed redhead (hair always, ALWAYS pinned back behind her head), who finished 11th in the high school national championships the year before. In her first meet, Dana had run extremely well, covering five hilly kilometers in 17 minutes and 52 seconds, finishing fourth out of 60 varsity competitors, third amongst the dominant Lyndon team.
This would have been a great performance for any girl, let alone a girl of Dana's physical stature. Dana wasn't merely petite - she was ultra-petite, at 4'11 and 90 pounds. Not only that, but she could have passed for a 15-year-old. Her cute-as-a-button face had retained a hint of baby fat in the cheeks. She had a teensy little nose and a sharp chin. If there was any sign of Dana's true nature, it was in her intelligent, unwavering steel-blue eyes.
To the other girls, Dana was something of a peculiarity. Based on her size, they expected her to be intimidated by the college environment. Dana initially came across as a reserved, soft-spoken young woman. Her personality seemed to match her size. She spoke rarely, but when she did speak, the other girls noted that she had a bone-dry, razor sharp wit. They found this to be odd, considering Dana hailed from some nearby podunk cornfield town. When it came to training, Dana was as hard-nosed as they came. She had a no nonsense style and never, ever complained the way most girls did when faced with the grueling, infamously difficult Lyndon training regiment. In a few weeks it became apparent that Dana Green carried herself with a quiet confidence.
The girl’s cross-country team could be a raunchy place, thanks in large part to Tracy Demoula. A junior who had finished 30 seconds behind Dana in the first race, Tracy had a sass and a wit that made her the unofficial team captain. Tracy was a gorgeous Italian-American girl, dark hair, and near-model looks, a poor girl's Megan Fox. Despite her general bravado, Tracy had the reputation
as a women's woman. She was very supportive of the team and constantly would crack jokes during training sessions. Usually the jokes were X-rated in nature and involved men.
The rest of the elite girl’s team was comprised of a pair of seniors, skinny blondes Aurora Cox, and Lydia Clayton. These were typical harriers, studious, near anorexic young women both from wealthy families, the type of blondes that college guys wanted to fuck in half. Aurora and Lydia had finished 1-2 in the first meet, with Lydia getting to the line in front by a mere two seconds. The team was rounded out by the Dalton twins, Sheila and Katie, a pair of petite (though not as petite as Dana), good natured, but prudish brown haired sophomores who battled for the 5th spot in races.
The subject of the day was senior, Paul Granger. Paul was a male chauvinist pig in every sense of the word. Paul had developed a nasty reputation as a guy who didn't know how to draw the line when it came to the opposite sex. A tall, strapping fellow, Paul was almost six feet and carried a rather thick (for a runner) size 34 waist. Despite his substantial talent, Paul was the third best runner on the men's team, having placed eighth overall out of 72 runners in the first team meet, a narrow loss to Lyndon's arch rival. Few people were big fans of Paul Granger. The girls didn't like him for the reasons stated above. The coach didn't like him because he didn't think he was applying himself. The guys didn't much care for him either because he was a loud mouth know-it-all dick.
"That guy is a major fucking WANKER," said Tracy. "I'd like to kick him right in his nutsack."
"Tracy please," said Sheila Dalton, the more vocal of the twins. "I just ate breakfast an hour ago."
The girls laughed.
"Paul is harmless," said Lydia, speaking as though she was standing still. Lydia was in incredible shape and it occurred to Dana that she would have to improve some to challenge her and Aurora in future races. Lydia was also razor sharp. Dana respected her not only as the best runner on the team, but the sharpest girl. Lydia continued. "He's just insecure and doesn't know a better way of acting."
"Someone ought to teach him then," said Aurora, running alongside her rival despite the relative narrowness of the trail. Aurora tended to be a brooding, somewhat moody girl, probably because she was always just a step slower than Lydia in races throughout their four years at Lyndon College.
"What's the point?" said little Katie Dalton, always wanting to get her two cents in, and little more.
The girls rounded a corner and exited the woods, hitting an open stretch of soccer field. This enabled them to run as a group rather than single file.
Tracy continued to vent. "I'm so tired of that guy's shit. Do you know how many times he has grabbed my ass during warm-ups? I'm seriously tempted to complain, but then you know what would happen. I'd be branded a cunt."
"Oh relax, Tracy," said Lydia. "Everyone already knows you're a cunt."
"Fuck you," Tracy said, but she said it with a laugh. These girls were a tight knit group, so much so that they could use that infernal "C-word" to each other and know they didn't mean anything by it. "How about you, miss quiet," Tracy poked Dana. "I've seen the way Paul is always touching you. He obviously has a hard-on for you."
The girls all fell silent to hear what Dana had to say. She had that aura about her. And you never knew what might escape those lips.
"Paul has a hard-on for anyone with a vagina," Dana said, her stride so incredibly clipped and efficient. She ignored the snickers and continued. "You know what else I've noticed," she said very matter-of-factly, "is that when the guys run, if you check very carefully you can see that there isn't much, um, meat bouncing around in the front of Paul's shorts."
The girls burst into laughter. "Shut up," said Sheila Dalton.
"That's disgusting," added Katie.
"No, it's 100% true," said Dana.
"You dirty little slut," laughed Tracy. "No seriously, Dana, you're a riot. We should all confront the jackass and ask him about his little dicky poo."
"I actually have a much better idea, ladies," said Dana.
Chapter Two – Humiliating Big Bro
Dana's family lived 19 miles down the road from Lyndon, in a house surrounded on all sides by cornfields. Dana was top ranked in her class and scored in the 98th percentile on the SATs. Teacher’s credited her upbringing; her parents were progressive types who gave Dana and her older brother oodles of love and attention.
Lyndon College was a perennial US News & World Report top 10 liberal arts college in the country. Located in a plains state, Lyndon was surrounded mostly by cornfields. It was the type of world-class college that attracted intellectuals from the east and west coast, while the local schools generally didn't match up. In Dana's hometown, Lyndon was like Harvard, and when a high schooler was admitted to Lyndon it was newsworthy material. It was therefore, cause for a town celebration when Dana received her acceptance letter.
To those who knew her (teachers, family and close friends), it was no surprise that Dana should be admitted to Lyndon. In fact, had she been interested in going to Harvard, Dana might very well have been admitted, but Lyndon was her first and only choice. Dana was a hometown girl and a Midwesterner at heart. This meant she liked keeping things simple – work hard, sleep eight hours, eat three square meals a day. She combined this simple, no-nonsense attitude with a clever, creative mind. Teachers were, in many cases, amazed by the steady, relentless attitude Dana brought to her studies. She had a simple, classy elegance that was rare in the rural area she was from. And she possessed in her an ability to handle anything the tough local farm boys could dish out and give it right back to them, though she never would give them what they really wanted. Sex was for her later years, like perhaps when she officially became a woman at 18.
Dana's older brother Devon was an interesting person in Dana's life when they were growing up. He wasn't ever a bully, but he controlled the relationship, him being two and a half years Dana's senior. This changed when Dana hit high school and began learning more about sex. Quiet, composed, book smart Dana had been curious about sex from a young age. In fact, she was in possession of a vivid sexual imagination. Curious about what drove the local boys to act so foolishly in her presence, Dana secretly began reading books on sex at the library. As biology took over and she became more interested in the male anatomy, Dana began to study her brother more carefully. She observed his animalistic nature. Like Dana, Devon was a smart, hard-working boy who excelled in track & field (he ran a 4:34 mile as a senior in high school). Dana analyzed the differences between her brother and she. She noted his impulsive sexual nature, and became amused by how much more intense and uncontrollable it was compared to her own.
Dana would never forget the day she first walked in on her brother masturbating in the downstairs bathroom. She was 14 at the time, and the image of Devon's straining red face, his hand furiously pumping up and down his erect penis, and his bouncing scrotum (the penis and scrotum, such goofy-looking appendages, working together to provide male pleasure) would stick with her forever. She remembered how wonderful it felt to catch her supposedly "mature" older brother in such a humiliating position, how she laughed and laughed. Imagine what it must be like to be male, she would think. You’ve got this big, hilarious flap of skin that gets stiff when you think of girls and you have no choice but to grope it.
After that infamous day, she made a game of trying to catch Devon in the act. She would come home at random times from school, and walk into his room without notice. Devon would complain to her all the time -- he was too ashamed to mention it to mom or dad -- but Dana just smiled and told him to relax. "So my big brother likes to pleasure his penis," Dana would joke. "He likes to stroke his hard salami. It's not a big deal."
She gave herself extra points when she discovered him in mid-ejaculation, which she did twice in the span of one week. She did it by disabling the lock on the bathroom door so that Devon would think he was safe. After that Devin fixed the broken lock. Dana would respond by standing outside the door and waiting until she heard Devon's telltale orgasmic groans. Then her sharp, controlled little voice would pipe up: "Devon, what are you doing in there? Are you jerking your penis again? Again, Devon?"
When Dana tried to understand the intense satisfaction she felt when she caught her brother masturbating, it boiled down to one word: power. Dana was always so little growing up. She was picked on and pushed around, but Dana never got mad, she only got even. That was her motto. It was part of what made her such an emotionally intact young woman. And it was especially enjoyable when she turned the tables on the so-called stronger gender. She loved the look in Devon's face when she confronted him about his embarrassing secret. Then, when he did things to annoy her, such as hide her Tampax, Dana would threaten to tell the girls in school about his habits. After that, Devon pretty much was beholden to Dana. She had gained the upper hand over her big brother. Permanently.
Over the course of a few months of her steady tormenting, Devon began to feel real shame about it. “I’m so, so embarrassed,” he said. But Dana just laughed dismissively. "Your penis isn’t embarrassed,” she said kindly, putting her hand on his shoulder – a habit she had begun recently to help signify his place beneath her. Devon could only return her victorious smile with a sheepish one.
At some point after Dana had busted him jerking for like the tenth time, Devon had submitted and decided to go along with it. They began playing a game. When Devon was ready to masturbate he would simply walk naked into the living room where Dana was usually doing her afternoon studying. Dana would take a break from her work and watch Devon while he masturbated. She loved to knead and squeeze his nuts, sometimes to the point of his shouting out in pain, until he splooged. Eventually she extended the game so that Devon had to ask her for permission to cum.
During her time playing with Devon, Dana got him to disclose a great many details about his desires, about what felt good, and about what it felt like to ejaculate. An ever-attentive student with a steel-trap mind, Dana took it all in. Eventually, Devon pushed for more games, but Dana drew the line. He was still her brother. And a good guy, but like most guys, controlled by his sexual urges.
Her attentions turned back to the present and to Paul. Unlike her brother, Paul was basically a douche bag. But that made him a challenge and Dana loved challenges. Paul had asked her out at the beginning of the year. When she said no thanks, Paul pretended he didn't care, but also patted her on the ass numerous times at dual (boy/girl) meets. The last time he'd given her butt a little squeeze and when she glared at him he shrugged and said, "What did I do?" It was time for Dana to take action. When the girls started talking about that dickhead, her resolve grew even stronger. Dana's intention was to teach Paul a lesson he would never forget, and change the course of his life forever.
END CHAPTER TWO
I’ll be posting a couple more chapters at a later date. For those who just want to read the whole thing, the full 31,000 word novel, go to www.lulu.com/jmplays - Femdom novels with loving attention to detail. Thanks, and good luck out there. –James Pendergrass
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