Penny’s hand clenched tightly around her phone, as if trying to crush the device. She wanted to smash it, but that would be killing the messenger. The tennis player might as well go after Twitter next if that was her plan.

It was bad enough losing to that smug, arrogant, cocky bitch, but having to stew in mire of shit-talk that had followed was too much. Penny had enough common sense to not engage publicly, but she was foolish enough to message Jessica Vellikov directly, stupidly thinking her professional rival would act with even a modicum of professionalism. That was her mistake, and now she had to read her carefully worded message screenshotted and shared with the world, followed by yet more of Jessica’s trash talk.

“If Penny wants a rematch, why wait. I could whoop her ass drunk.”

There was no doubt that the party girl of tennis was out celebrating her victory, having beaten Penny handedly in their match that morning.

Penny took a deep breath as she watched the likes roll in to her competitor’s challenge.

“Put your money where your mouth is,” she typed back, her finger hovering above the post button. She knew better than to engage. She’d already dug herself a PR hole by sending the first message; any further contact would surely end poorly. Even if Jessica did agree to a rematch, if Penny beat her, there was no glory in beating a drunken opponent, no matter how good it might feel in the moment. And if she lost, well, god forbid.

Jessica’s challenge was racking up more likes, retweets and comments before her eyes. “Screw it,” Penny muttered as she hit reply.

She made the arrangements and then turned off her phone before her coach or friends could admonish her for being an idiot, and then she grabbed her bag and went to wait.

They had private courts for training. No spectators, no fans, no outside interference. Penny paced the perimeter of the court under the bright stadium lights while she waited. It occurred to her that the most favorable outcome was Jessica not showing up, and the longer she waited, the more it looked like that was what was going to happen. Penny was about ready to go home when the gate opened at the far end of the court, and Jessica herself walked in.

Jessica was far less drunk than Penny was hoping for, not a hint of an inebriated stagger in her confident strut. Her blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, and she was dressed to play in her short white skirt and pink tank top. Her racket was out, resting on her shoulder, and a pack of balls held effortlessly from her dangling fingertips.

“I’m surprised you showed,” Jessica said. “Most people don’t like getting beat twice in one day.”

Penny glared at her rival, but she didn’t rise to the bait. “You came alone?”

“I did. I had the bartender keep my tab open. I plan to make this quick.”

White-hot rage simmered through Penny. “Yeah, quick to lose.”

Jessica only smirked. Penny had never been good at smack talk. She wasted no time, popping open the can of balls and palming all three as she walked over to the serving line.

Penny scrambled to get her own racket out of its case and get into position on her side.

“Love all,” Jessica said, tossing the first ball up into the air. Instead of swinging, she caught it again. “Enjoy this moment. It’s the closest you’re going to be to victory.” And then she served.

If anything, the pro athlete’s serve was faster than it had been all morning. Penny dove for it, but her racket whiffed through air as the ball soared by her.

“And so it begins. Fifteen-love.”

It went on much the same, Jessica serving two more aces before Penny even made contact with the ball, if only to send it back into the net. Jessica was in her head, and the champ only got more and more smug.

“That’s one shut out for me. Do you want to play a full set or call it quits now?” she asked as she crossed the court, stopping to grab a drink.

“I’m trying something new.” It came almost as much as a surprise to Penny as it did to Jessica when she swung her racket into the side of Jessica’s head. Jessica screamed and fell, clutching her temple.

“What the fuck?!!”

Penny stared at the racket in her hand. It occurred to her that if she had hit her with the rim and not the netting, she could have killed her.

“You bitch!” Jessica screamed up at her from the ground. Penny was just standing there, not even acknowledging her. “I’ll see you rot in jail for this!” It hurt, but Jessica had come to the same realization as Penny that the broad side of the racket hadn’t done any real damage to her head. She wasn’t even bleeding. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t have the bitch arrested for assault. Jessica scrambled for her phone, sitting in her racket case by the gate.

“No, no you won’t.” Penny said, seeing Jessica crawling for her phone. Her momentary hesitation after the unexpected attack was over, and she was in motion, grabbing her rival by her blonde ponytail, pulling her back. “I’m going to teach you a little lesson in sportsmanship.”

Jessica tried to get free of Penny’s grasp, but the grip was unbreakable. She was jerked to her feet and then shoved forward, her momentum carrying her over the net. Penny caught her by the waistband of her skirt, keeping her from tumbling head over heels.

“Stay put,” Penny ordered.

“Fuck you!” Jessica roared, attempting to stand.

Penny kicked her legs apart, knocking her off balance, her body bouncing on the taught net. She followed up with another slap of the racket across her upturned ass.

“Ow! Shit!” Jessica was caught, stuck between flipping forward over the net and not being able to quite get her feet under her to stand up on the side she’d been shoved over. The celebrating party girl of tennis wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t exactly 100% sober either. If she hadn’t been trying to protect her vulnerable bottom from further strikes with her hands, she might have been able to right herself, but she kept her hands behind her, grabbing and flailing to protect against a strike that never came. Instead, Penny was grabbing something from her bag, confident that if Jessica got up she’d deal with her again.

“What are you doing, you stupid bitch?” she roared as Penny grabbed one of her arms and pulled it down.

“Making sure you take your lesson,” Penny said flatly as she used her teeth to pull off the edge of her sports tape and quickly bound Jessica’s wrist to the bottom of the net.

“Hey, cut it out! You can’t do this!”

Penny grabbed her other arm as she tried to undo the tape and quickly bound it as well. “Stop me,” she said, grabbing Jessica’s chin and forcing her to look at her.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Big threats. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jessica glowered at her, her whole body shaking as she tugged at her bound wrists, making the net bounce. As she opened her mouth to respond, Penny pulled a tennis ball from behind her back and pressed it hard against Jessica’s mouth. “HennGHFF!”

“I’ll do it for you,” Penny spat, squeezing Jessica’s jaw open as she kept pressing until the felt covered orb popped behind her rival’s teeth, shutting her up.

“Mmmmphhhnnneee!”

“That’s better,” Penny said, letting go of Jessica’s face.

Try as she might, Jessica couldn’t force the tennis ball from her mouth. She craned her neck and pulled on the net, trying to get her mouth to her bound hands, oblivious to Penny walking around the net to get back behind her. Her legs were up off the ground, kicking out as she tried to maneuver without falling on her face, when Penny grabbed her ankles, pulling them back down to the ground. She looked through the net, pleading uselessly through the tennis ball wedged in her mouth for Penny to stop while she taped her ankles to the net, completely trapping her.

“Maybe I can’t beat you,” Penny said, snapping her fingers and waving her hands until Jessica made eye contact with her, upside down and through the fine rope weave of the net she was helplessly bent over. “But I can give you a healthy dose of humility.”

Jessica had to watch, her entire world upside down, as the maniac who had so swiftly trapped and bound her in such a compromising position bent over and picked her racket back up. Her jaw was already aching from the firm tennis ball jammed in her mouth, and she tried desperately to push it out so she could apologize. She wasn’t sorry, but as Penny experimentally swung the racket back and forth behind her, close enough to feel the air ruffling her skirt, Jessica was ready to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

Penny wasn’t interested in her apologies. The rage in her had calmed, the hatred that built up every time the smug bitch had scored on her, every time she opened her mouth to talk shit, every arrogant tweet posted, all of it tempered into a cool, collected plan. She couldn’t beat Jessica Vellikov in a game of tennis. No, that was beyond her capabilities, but what she could do, oh, that would be so much better for the whole sport, not just her own ego.

She gripped the racket in both hands, as if it were a baseball bat and not a tennis racket, an object meant for force and not finesse, and she swung.

“Nnnnnngggfff!”

Penny smiled. Jessica swung back and forth on the swinging net, nocked off her feet by the force of Penny’s blow. It had felt good. Really good.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, flipping up Jessica’s short skirt.

“Ygggg mphhhchhh!” Jessica cried, her ponytail slapping back and forth as she shook her head, the only act of defiance she was capable of.

Penny grabbed the crotch of her bloomers and yanked them down. A skimpy white thong cleaved Jessica’s toned buttocks, and the left cheek where Penny had struck her was noticeably pinker than the well-tanned flesh around it. “Enjoy this moment,” she repeated, caressing Jessica’s firm booty. She took a step back, bringing the racket back into both hands as she wound up. “This is the closest you’ll be to dignity.”

“MMMMMMMPHH!”

Little red marks in a perfect grid quickly appeared on Jessica’s ass when it stopped jiggling from the impact. Penny traced her fingernail across them. “Do you think your fans would like it if I tweeted this?”

Jessica’s eyes, which had been screwed shut to try and stave off tears from the stinging pain in her backside, shot open. She wouldn’t dare. Her eyes darted around, quickly finding Penny again, her moment of relief that her rival wasn’t holding a phone quickly shattered when Penny struck her with the racket again, sending waves of fire across her ass.

“How does it feel?” she asked, switching sides and swinging backhand across her enemy’s unprotected derrière. “Not so high and mighty now, are you?”

Again and again she swung, her target getting redder and redder beneath her assault. Jessica wailed and struggled for all she was worth, but the athlete was rendered completely helpless by a few winds of tape and a single tennis ball. Tears were streaming from her eyes, her mascara running up her face towards her forehead.

Finally Penny stopped, panting. She hadn’t realized just how hard she had been swinging, taking out all her rage and frustration on her rival’s once perfect ass. Now it was cherry red, standing in stark contrast to her white thong, and her thighs were sporting ugly purple stripes where the rim of the racket had caught her. She’d not sit comfortably for a week, and the very short skirts she fancied would be out of the question for at least double that.

“Did you learn your lesson?” she asked, tentatively reaching out and touching Jessica’s bruised butt. Jessica squealed and jumped at the contact, bouncing in place until she settled. Her flesh was hot to the touch. Penny knelt, looking at the champion’s upside down face through her legs. “Well? I asked you a question.”

Jessica nodded frantically. “Mmmmhmmmm!”

“Good.” She walked over to where Jessica had dropped her own racket and picked it up.

Jessica craned her neck, watching as Penny returned, running her hands over the grip. “Nnnnmmpph! Pmmmmphh!” she started begging as Penny returned to her position behind her.

“Relax,” she cooed, running the cool metal edge of the racket gently across her victim’s inflamed flesh. “I’m not going to spank you with your own racket. You’ve already learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

Jessica nodded enthusiastically, moaning in ascent.

Penny grabbed her thong and yanked it down between her thighs. “Besides, it has a much more, intimate, role to play.” She twirled the racket around and pressed the end of the handle to Jessica’s exposed pussy.

“NNNNMMPH! DMMMPHHPP!” Jessica felt the edge of the handle pushed up to her sex, and there was nothing she could do. Struggling and thrashing was as useless as it had been during her spanking.

“I would never disgrace my own racket like this.” She kept pushing, slowly rotating the handle along with the faint grooves in the tightly wound grip on the handle, literally screwing it into Jessica’s pussy. “But yours, well it’s just fitting.”

Fitting was not a word that came to mind for Jessica. She’d initially tried squeezing her thighs together as much as her bounds would allow, but as it became apparent that Penny wasn’t stopping, she fought that instinct and tried spreading herself further to ease the inevitable intrusion.

“Oh, you like that?” Penny asked, noticing her change in body language.

Jessica shook her head, but her gagged moans could not communicate that she was trying to avoid further pain and discomfort, and not inviting this invasion.

“I’ll bet you do.” Penny forced it deeper, pulling it back before pushing back in, each thrust getting easier. “You stupid slut.”

Jessica hung her head. She couldn’t fight it; she just had to let it happen. She watched Penny’s feet step up behind her, the front of her legs touching the backs of Jessica’s, and then her tormentor began to thrust. She was fucking her with her own tennis racket.

“You might be better than me at tennis, but you’ll never forget how I beat you tonight.” Penny had the head of the racket between her legs, pulling up, the metal rim pressing up against her clit through the thin fabric of her shorts. “Every time you look across the net at your opponent, remember this.” It felt so good, the power and control she had over the other woman. “Every time you want to say something smug, remember the taste of that tennis ball in your mouth.” Her voice was husky, her breathing coming in sharper. “Every time you hold your racket, remember how I put it inside you.” She thrust faster and faster. “How I fucked you!”

Penny came, hard. She had to lean on Jessica, her legs weak. “Remember- remember your place,” she whispered in Jessica’s ear.

Jessica sobbed. She flinched as her rapist patted her sore ass. She just wanted it to be over, but Penny wasn’t done with her yet. The racket handle was pulled out of her, and she breathed a sigh of relief, only to scream into the tennis ball as she felt the edge pressing against her asshole.

“Don’t tell me a stuck up bitch like you is too good to take it up the ass.” She slapped Jessica’s butt as she kept forcing, shoving the handle into her other hole. It was a tight fit, but she was persistent, and Jessica was in no position to stop her. Eventually, it was where she wanted it, and Penny took a step back to admire her handiwork. “That’s a good look for you.”

Jessica couldn’t really see herself, nor could she really argue. But Penny was gracious enough to show her the picture she had snapped of her from behind. There she was, unmistakable, bent in half over the net, her arms and legs splayed apart, her panties around her thighs and her skirt up leaving her oh so very red ass on display, her own tennis racket sticking straight out from between her bruised cheeks.

“Oh don’t worry. I won’t post these; these are just for me. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of other things to remember this night from.” She jiggled the racket planted firmly up Jessica’s ass, making her writhe and squeal. “That is, if you keep your mouth shut.” Penny reached over the net and flicked the tennis ball still wedged in her humiliated rival’s mouth. “If you breath a word of this to anyone, I’ll make sure EVERYONE sees exactly what I did to you. And you wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation, now would you?”

Jessica knew how social media worked. Even if she got Penny thrown in jail for what she’d done to her, she’d make sure those pictures got out, and then they’d be out there forever.

“Oh, and if you don’t get free before morning, it won’t matter what I do.  I’m sure whoever finds you will take pictures.” Penny smiled as she started to walk away.

“Or worse,” she added, listening as Jessica began struggling with renewed vigor to free herself before someone found her like that.