"Rock Chicks and Country Girls" –by Nathaniel Keam

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Rock Chicks and Country Girls – A Tale of a University Showdown

by

Nathaniel Keam



Before I begin, you should know I prefer softcore ENF, so if you're looking for something hardcore this probably isn't for you.





Amber and Becky weren’t friends. They also weren’t enemies, at least for a long time. Both girls found themselves in different crowds. Amber was a rock chick. She preferred black with a spot of bright colour. Becky was the opposite. She was very much an advocate of alternative fashion. Both women were hot, in their own right.

What brought them into conflict was unknown. Whatever happened, it only led to snide remarks and the occasional glare in the corridors of Calewood University. The university wasn’t particularly strict. In fact, it was so lax it was widely considered as the option for kids who wanted to put off the realities of work and the real world for a few more years.

Suffice to say, the authorities rarely made their presences known, and if they were visible they didn’t seem to care about the dealings of students; unless it affected the university’s annual budget.

Neither girl was particularly intelligent or cunning. That was the key factor in what led to this crucial day’s events.

Becky was confident in her ability to beat Amber whenever she wanted. Becky was about six feet tall, compared to Amber’s five-and-a-half feet stature. Both were slim, but Becky’s slightly tanned body leaned more towards the athletic side due to her Zumba classes.

Becky’s shoulder-length blond hair bobbed as she walked down the university corridor. It was late in the evening and most of the students had already gone home, but there were still enough people around to complete the girl’s humiliation.

She decided spontaneously that now was the time for her assault. She had dressed appropriately today. In her typical alternative style, she was wearing a red t-shirt with her C cup breasts underneath. All was held under a pair of blue dungarees. The country bumpkin look was hot at the moment, and she rocked it with a pair of black and white tennis shoes. She knew her clothing was difficult to take off if things got ugly.

Amber was walking down the corridor without her friends. She had her dyed black hair with pink highlights falling to just below her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin. She was wearing a snapback hat with a batman logo on the front. She also wore a pair of nerd glasses.

The rest of her was attired in a black zip-up jacket with a red zip-up hoodie underneath. The red hood stuck out of the back. Underneath was the hint of a black and white striped top covering her B cup breasts. Amber wore skinny black jeans with neon coloured skeleton hands on the pockets at the back. Finally, she wore leather ankle sneakers in patches of bright colours, including blue, yellow, pink, and green.

“Hey, b*tch, let’s finish this!” Becky shouted.

“Huh –“ Amber tried to get out.

Becky slammed into her, taking her into one of the few rows of lockers in the entire university. Her head cracked off the back and she was already on the defensive. Both girls latched onto each other’s hair and started pulling each other from side to side. Amber’s longer hair meant she could reduce the pain while keeping Becky close.

Becky detached herself from Amber’s hair and let loose a wicked slap across the face, dislodging her hat and knocking her glasses askew. She attacked again and bashed her on the top of the hat, finally dislodging it and sending it to the ground.

Amber, more in shock, dived forward and tackled Becky into the other lockers. The girls grabbed onto each other’s hair again. Amber learned from the last exchange and instantly started swinging Becky from side to side. She grabbed one strap of the dungarees for leverage. She was losing her balance as she was swung round and round, until Amber pulled Becky towards her and into the lockers again.

She hit the lockers shoulder first and crumpled to the ground. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder. In the impromptu wrestling match, the strap had been torn off her shoulder and was now hanging uselessly from her waist. The right side of her dungarees had fallen down slightly to reveal more of her red t-shirt.

Becky was dazed and was taken back to her feet with a groan by Amber.

“You wanna mess with me, b*tch? What’s your fucking problem?” she yelled.

Becky could only groan in return.

“Stupid b*tch!”

Amber threw Becky across the floor, where she crawled on her hands and knees, trying to get her bearings back after her first attack failed miserably. By now some students had already gathered and were cheering the girls on. Neither was paying attention to the crowd, which mainly consisted of girls from their classes.

She breathed heavily as she attempted to get back to her feet. Amber wasn’t far behind, though, and she grabbed her by the back of her dungarees and pulled her back. Becky was ready this time, however. She lashed out and caught her across the side of the jaw, sending her backwards to the ground.

The blow sent a sharp shooting pain through her jaw. The lapse in the conflict allowed Becky to see her ruined dungarees for the first time.

“You b*tch. Let’s see how you like it when you lose your clothes!”

As if to emphasise her point, Becky started to grab the red hood and used it to pull Amber back up. The hood was over her head covering her vision. Her upper body attire had been drawn upwards to show off a multi coloured belt holding her jeans up. She could hear Amber’s muffled cries as she was back on her feet again.

Becky started to smash Amber in the back of her head with a clumsy fist. Amber’s knees started to buckle and she drifted back towards the ground again. She was starting to whimper and her resistance was collapsing. It seemed as though Becky’s anger about her ripped dungarees had paid off and now she could take her revenge.

“Who wants to see what this b*tch wears under her clothes?” Becky asked the group of students watching the fight.

The group shouted their response.

“Looks like you’re getting hot, Amber, let me help you with that.”

She started to go to work. Bending over, she turned Amber over onto her back and swept the zip of her black top downwards, revealing the thicker red hoodie underneath. She didn’t resist as Becky sat her up and took the top away from her shoulders. The crowd cheered as Becky tossed it into the crowd, where one girl grabbed it gratefully and put it into her bag.

Amber didn’t seem to expect the fight to take this turn, and she now started to stir. She rolled over onto her hands and knees again and attempted to get back up. Her enemy wasn’t going to allow this, though, and she grabbed her hood. The hood was still stuck over her head.

“Here, I’ll give you a hand,” Becky crowed.

She took Amber up again and viciously slapped her across the face. Amber yelped as she was thrown backwards with the force of the hit. Her cheeks were already tender from the beating they’d received.

Becky got ready to strike again. With Amber just turning around to face her again, she reached for the front of the red zip-up hoodie and latched onto both sides at the top. With a mighty pull, she ripped at the hoodie and the zip yelled in anguish as it was forced downwards to reveal the black and white shirt, with horizontal stripes. The shirt’s material was practically like tracing paper and the clear outline of Amber’s black tank top could be seen underneath, with her black bra straps clearly visible two layers beneath.

The zip was down to about half way and Amber started to fight back in the only way she knew how. With vengeance on her mind, she grabbed the front of Becky’s dungarees and started to pull at the strong fabric. It wasn’t going to rip, but it was placing strain on the remaining shoulder strap. It still held strong, though. The same couldn’t be said for Amber’s zip, which had given up fighting ages ago. It fell out of its perch immediately and hit the floor as the zip separated and she felt suddenly vulnerable.

Amber let go of Becky’s clothes to try to save her own hoodie, but it had been ruined.

“You fucking b*tch. Let’s see how you like your clothes being ruined,” Amber hissed.

Becky went back on the offensive, though, and grabbed a handful of the fabric. She had grabbed it from the side, so Amber was forced to follow her.

“Oh, fine, take it if you want it so much,” Amber screeched as she allowed the already falling hoodie to be taken off her.

She was left in the short black and white t-shirt. The sleeves were extremely short and barely covered the curve of her shoulder. It came to just above her beltline, but the tank top covered up any potential for skin being shown.

Becky tossed the clothing into the crowd, although the person who took it would later be disappointed at the lack of a zip. Amber was losing badly and she knew it. She needed to do something or she’d be stripped in front of the entire class.

Amber changed her tactic and went straight for Becky’s clothes. Her plan worked. As she grabbed the other side of Becky’s dungarees, the girl switched to defending herself rather than striking back. Amber pulled back on the shoulder strap of the dungarees. Instead of snapping it, Becky attempted to move away and Amber ripped it down her arm. Now the top half of her dungarees was hanging at her waist, and everyone could see her red t-shirt, with her breasts clearly outlined under the tight fabric.

The crowd didn’t seem fussed who won. They were happy whoever happened to be winning.

Amber didn’t stop to brag about her brief victory. She pushed Becky down to the ground. Becky attempted to scramble away, but Amber grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her back. As her leg was in the air, she used the other to try and kick away Amber’s grip. In the exchange, the bottom of her dungarees had fallen upwards to give the crowd a look at her legs up to her calves.

Her kicking was working and Amber’s grip slipped, but her enemy managed to grab the hem of the outfit. The light pull on her dungarees made Becky take notice and she instantly started to pull them up from her waist, even though there was no real danger.

“No, no, no…”

“If you wanna fight you better be prepared to get naked.”

“Fuck you!” she yelled back, as she finally managed to get some distance between her and Amber.

Becky knew things were starting to get out of control. She was thankful her clothing could stand up to some punishment. She was back on her feet again. Her heart was racing as she momentarily lost control of the situation.

Amber felt a push in the small of her back as the crowd gave her some light encouragement to get into the fight. She did so gladly and made the first move towards Becky again. For the first time, Becky felt a shred of doubt. She realised she was going to have to show some of her most intimate areas if the fight went wrong again.

Becky threw out a slap. It missed pathetically as Amber marched onwards. Another slap and it completely missed. Amber countered with a hit of her own and the edge of her knuckle collided with her mouth. The shot sent her back a little bit. Amber started to whack the blond in the side of the head. The teen tried to cover up, but the hits were still getting through.

She grabbed the neck of her red t-shirt with both hands and launched her to the ground. The girl hit the floor hard, sending shockwaves through her entire body.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing what’s under your clothes,” Amber replied to Becky’s earlier comment.

Becky could only moan as her bones still shook and her joints vibrated uncontrollably. Amber wrapped her hands on the hems of her dungarees again. This time she had the iron grip she was looking for. Twisting the denim around her fists, she pulled. The dungarees definitely started to release their grip, but they were originally high up on her body, so the first pulls revealed nothing.

It gave Becky her chance to stir. She started to yell as she felt the tugs on her pants. This wasn’t what she signed up for. This wasn’t what she intended. Her fingers felt frantically for something to grab onto as her body was pulled along. They briefly found the holes in one of the lockers and she clung on, the metal cutting into her bare skin. As she stretched, the first sign of her forbidden bronzed skin could be seen. The t-shirt rose up slightly to show off her waistline. The dungarees were down to her upper waistline now. No panties could be seen, but it was clear they were close.

The pants were getting harder to pull down. Becky had given up on the locker and was now holding her pants in place with both hands. Amber wasn’t going to be able to get them down further like this.

She changed tack and let go of the dungarees. If Becky thought this was over she was wrong. Amber dived on top of her and started to slap and punch her around the head. More out of anger than anything else, she smashed the girl’s head off the thin metalled lockers. It dazed her again.

This time, Amber wasn’t going to take any chances. She stood up and placed one hand in either side of the dungarees and pulled as hard as she could. The first thing the crowd saw was a pair of dark green and black panties in a striped pattern. A section of bronzed thigh could be seen. Another pull and they were rolled down to just above her knees.

Becky waggled her arms in the air fruitlessly. When her hands next came down to keep her dungarees up, they met a different type of fabric, and the feeling of her flawless skin. She was really being exposed in front of the entire university. Her screams were drowned out by the wolf whistles of the crowd.

Amber enjoyed it immensely as she stripped the remains of the dungarees down to her ankles, where they came off despite her tennis shoes in place. She waved the garment around and it became the first item of Becky’s clothing to find its way into the crowd.

Becky desperately tried to pull her t-shirt down to cover her cute underwear up. It was too short, though, and she was forced to accept the shirt was going to settle on her belly button. Both her ass cheeks poked out from the sides.

She couldn’t believe what had happened. Amber hadn’t revealed anything special, and her plan had fallen down embarrassingly. She hadn’t taken into account her own potential humiliation.

“Nice undies. Looks like you’ve been in some of the stores I’ve been to.”

Becky‘s cheeks turned a shade darker.

“Got nothing to say now? Shouldn’t start things you can’t finish. You deserve everything you get.”

She was too embarrassed to reply as she gingerly got to her feet. She looked remarkably comical in a pair of tennis shoes without her pants. The cold air reminded her of this each and every second.

Amber was on the verge of laughing at her. The pantsed teen ignored this. Amber dived towards her again, ready to finish the job. Becky just managed to get out of the way. Amber charged again and missed. It was like she was getting faster with each and every attack. Another charge, another miss. Amber was getting annoyed. On the next charge, Becky saw her chance and swivelled to the side. Before Amber could stop herself, Becky grabbed her by the back of the belt and threw her into the lockers.

The crowd collectively breathed in with sympathetic looks on their faces. Amber was crunched up on the ground not sure where she was. Many thought she was concussed, until she started whimpering. Becky even stood for a moment to admire her handiwork.

Taking her advantage, she the prone girl’s legs and pulled her into the centre of the floor on her stomach. She was going to return the favour and show her what humiliation was like. Becky turned her over like she was on a spit roast. The eyes of the flawed girl looked at the ceiling, barely registering where she was.

“You want some more panties?” Becky jeered up the crowd.

They responded in the predictable manner.

Becky kneeled down on Amber’s thighs with her legs on either side. She undid the belt’s clasp. The waistband of the jeans sighed as they loosened and left some visible space between her clothing and body. She unlooped the belt and tossed it behind her; again someone from the crowd took it away from them.

Amber had barely shown signs of life since her collision. Becky was enjoying this immensely. She unlatched the shiny silver button on the front of her jeans and pulled both sides apart to give herself her first view of Amber’s panties. They were lacy and black. She would regret the amount of ass they showed at the back. A hot addition to someone who normally didn’t care too much about rocking a sexy look.

She didn’t spend any time messing around. She got up and started to unlace her multi coloured sneakers. They both came off relatively quickly and left her in a pair of black socks. Becky descended back on her jeans as Amber started to wake up again. The jeans came down quickly and revealed two bare, pale legs; and for good measure she took the socks with her. Becky had her revenge and she was back on top again. Her plan was getting closer to success, even if she did have to take some hits on the way.

By the time Amber closed back in on where she was, she could feel the cold as her hands instinctively reached for her waistband and hit skin. The damage had been done. Nobody in university had ever seen her underwear before.

“Where the fuck are my clothes?” she screamed spotting her two skinny, pale legs.

Becky snickered and giggled, “Gone.”

“You fucking b*tch!” Amber screamed as she got back to her feet and pathetically tried to cover the front and back with her hands.

Amber’s tank top at least came down to cover the top of her underwear, but it didn’t make her feel any less embarrassed. The crowd were laughing and cheering as they watched the two girls circle each other in their underwear.

One girl from the group was laughing the loudest. Amber’s anger got the better of her and she broke off to get up in her face.

“You think this is funny?” Amber yelled.

“What’s your problem?” the girl replied taken aback.

She was slightly smaller than even Amber and wore a brown spaghetti top. Her white skirt came up to just above her knees and she was wearing white flat shoes. She had straight, shoulder-length black hair and sported thick black eyeliner. She was part Latino but could only grow B cup breasts.

“Don’t get in my business or I’ll strip you down.”

The girl, named Elisa, curled her lip upwards and slapped Amber straight across the face. Becky was shocked. She wasn’t really friends with Elisa, but she wasn’t going to turn down the help.

Amber was trying to fight back, but the fresh Elisa was clearly winning as she slapped her in the side and on the back of the head, driving her back. The onlookers roared in approval.

Becky soon followed Elisa by grabbing Amber by the back of her white and black striped top and throwing her into the wall. Both girls began stomping her into the ground. Amber had covered up and was currently curled into a ball.

Elisa picked up Amber from her ball and twisted one of her arms painfully around her back. With Becky standing in front and Elisa standing behind, Amber knew she was trapped and she had made a big mistake.

“You think you’re so tough now, huh?” Elisa said from behind. “You think you’re so tough? Now you’re gonna lose your clothes. How’d you like that?”

To make her point, the Latino gave her arm an extra twist to make her cry out in pain. Becky grabbed the top of Amber’s black and white top. It was as thin as tracing paper, so everyone could see what was underneath. As expected, it was fragile. Becky dug her nails in, as Amber tried to kick her, and tore it down the middle. It came apart easily all the way down to the bottom. As the front of the fabric tore in two, Elisa pushed her forward and took it off her like a jacket.

Amber was down to a tank top with the two black bra straps sticking out. The tank top left her with ample cleavage, but the students couldn’t get a good look as Amber was now stuck on her stomach with her face kissing the dirty floor. With one garment remaining, there could be no more defeats or the war would be over.

Elisa gave her no more time to think as she brought her back to her feet again in the same position. The dishevelled Amber had her opening. Elisa hadn’t secured her arms and just had an arm around her neck.

Before Becky could act, Amber elbowed Elisa in the side of the cheek. She squealed as the point of her elbow collided with her face. She let her go and had to use a protrusion in the wall to hold herself up. The column couldn’t stop her world from spinning, though. She was out of the fight.

Becky moved forward recklessly and caught a straight punch on the jaw. She crumpled to the ground. If Elisa hadn’t been involved Becky would have been defeated. Amber knew she had to make it a fair fight again, however. The Latino was too fresh for her to fight them both off for long.

Satisfied Becky was out for a while, Amber ignored her state of undress and stalked the groaning Elisa from behind. Kneeling down, she grabbed the bottom of Elisa’s white skirt and tore it down to her ankles.

She screamed as her skimpy black thong came into view. It left practically nothing to the imagination as her large ass appeared on full show. Her exotic skin was a complete contrast to Amber’s pale skin. Elisa fell to the ground, landing on her shoulder and attempted to scramble away on her hands and knees.

Amber took the skirt completely off her feet, taking the white shoes with it. She started to slap her on the behind with the skirt repeatedly. The tight cheeks barely reacted to the whipping blows.

“You shouldn’t have got involved,” Amber said. “This is what you get when you try to get involved.”

She dealt Elisa another hammering blow to the back and threw her skirt into the crowd. Elisa’s body crashed back to the ground. On her stomach, Amber continued to beat on her back. She still hadn’t recovered from the elbow and couldn’t fight back. The almost stripped teen wasted no more time and grabbed a handful of the brown spaghetti top. It slipped over her head with ease to leave her in a matching black bra, which was almost as skimpy as the thong.

As a final humiliation, Amber picked Elisa back up and tossed her through the crowd and out the other side to stumble away. The exotic beauty had been defeated and wouldn’t show her face around the university again for weeks, but would remember her total humiliation forever.

Becky was starting to stir again. Amber’s head snapped back and she realised she needed to end this now. She was getting tired.

Amber grabbed the red t-shirt and started to peel it upwards. There was no resistance until the shirt had reached the bottom of her breasts. Her slightly tanned skin showing she didn’t wear fake tan, Becky awoke and instantly started to panic. The shirt went above the cups of her bra to reveal her C cup breasts underneath her bright green bra.

She was too late. Her strength had failed and Amber ripped the t-shirt over her head and off. Becky was in her bra and panties and a pair of black and white tennis shoes. She had been defeated.

Her classmates cheered and Amber knew she’d won. To add another injury, Amber turned the weeping girl onto her stomach and started to spank her on both cheeks. Her breasts dangled seductively, giving the students a show. Practically every student was taking a video now.

“Becky,” Amber whispered so only she could hear her. “If you ever try this crap again I’ll leave you naked. Now get out of my corridor or I’ll show everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.”

Becky crawled, then stumbled, back down the corridor minus her clothing. The male students made sure they felt as much of her as they could before she fled. With the action over and done with, the crowd went their separate ways. Amber would have to go back to her dorm for some new clothes, but it wouldn’t be a walk of shame.