Chapter Six: Going Down Next Floor Ass Whipping Department by Mr. Cage – comments at mrcagefight@yahoo.com

See also:
Chapter One: The New Nooner
Chapter Two: The After Nooner.
Chapter Three: Golden Agony for Brunch – first part
Chapter Four: The Second Course – second part
Chapter Five: Meat for Dinner – third part

Teresa Longley left her new office truly pissed off. First, she was going to miss the first Ladies Club’s lunch time fights held in four months. Spring was still two months away but they finally had found a warehouse and were meeting in thirty minutes. She wasn’t going to be there. Second, her new status as a new junior partner in Corporate Reorganization combined with the collapse of so many high-risk corporate structures kept her working around the clock. Third, her new fuck, the governor of had just resigned due to some shit with interstate mob-run prostitution. Everyone was terrified he might roll over on the private challenge fights he had witnessed, including a couple of deaths. Now there was no one working on getting her a bitch to kill or even fight. And, there was no judgeship insight unless the new governor liked his dick sucked by a female fighter. Rumor was when his nose wasn’t buried in coke he liked his dick sucked by young boys. Fourth, she was stuck in the room with some rich fucks from India that intended to buy a piece of some all but dead except for government money bank. Fifth, she had to smile.

The meeting went on and on and she had to listen to the drivel being debated. Day dreaming about clawing tits and jamming her knee into some cunt would get her into trouble. And, these days nobody could afford to fuck up their day job. So she suffered through the heavily accented argument of some Goop-tre-bash or whatever the idiot’s name was. Fucking English couldn’t even teach their slaves how to speak with a BBC accent or use proper names. She would have said English accent, but last week’s meetings had been with an English investor and it was even harder to understand his mush mouth crap than this Curry mouthed blowhard.

So there she sat in a room of fat, greedy men and suffered. The only interesting thing was a proud looking Desi bitch who surprisingly was the daughter of the Indian government bureaucrat. The US bank had their own bureaucrat there to manage the government’s bailout money. At least the US government official was bought and paid for and kept his mouth shut. Not so the man from India. The Desi bitch periodically pushed a piece of paper in front of him and the old man would interrupt the flow and send them off on another rabbit hunt. Teresa was beginning to hate the cool brown skinned bitch with her strangely deep green eyes and long lustrous black hair. She had an arrogant nose and high cheeks combined with thin arched coal black eyebrows. She also wore a ridiculous looking red ruby in the center of her forehead. Teresa thought she would look good nose deep in a white woman’s cunt.

Her name was Riya something five syllables long with a swallowed sound in the middle. She was dressed in a tight blue pin-stripped western jacket with a low cut green silk bodice slip sans blouse. Her suit skirt was tight with high cut slits for walking. Her long muscular legs were wrapped in the most elegant of light green stockings. She wore the most popular and expensive calf skin shoes. Obviously over here she didn’t give a fig for the Hindu version of political correctness. Despite her respectful deference to her father and his business cronies she was as modern and perhaps more daring than Teresa would have been in a similar position.

When the Desi bitch got up for water twice, Teresa detected the pull of a garter and the flash of brown skin at the highest part of the slit. To say the dress was surprisingly sexual and provocative would have been an understatement. Teresa found her eyes wandering back to the heavy cleft of brown tit flesh swelling out of the green bodice cups. Teresa’s 34DDs enhanced as a result of her last fight seemed to have found near duplicates in what must be a 36DD cup of brown tits. Twice as she looked up from the tits she locked eyes with the cold functionary brown bitch. Teresa saw nothing but contempt in those eyes for her and her client’s financial condition. Teresa felt her anger growing. Fucking third world cunt needed a lesson in the worst way!

As the endless details were recycled Teresa had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming, “Just give us your money you stupid service bureau rejects and shut the fuck up or learn to speak American!”

At seven in the evening the details were finally agreed to and the men congratulated themselves and prepared to go to a celebratory dinner. Apparently the visitors wanted to go somewhere they considered inappropriate for women. Normally Teresa would have raised hell and gone along, but she was tired of the bullshit and just wanted to give the final instructions to the drafting drudges and go home, watch the feed from the internet site of today’s fight and finger herself to oblivion. While the congratulations were still going around the table she felt something soft and silky on her black stockings and instinctively closed her thighs on a woman’s foot.

She looked across at the Riya who was organizing her papers and staring right back. The foot pushed and the stocking covered toe was at Teresa’s tight slit. Riya’s high arched eyebrows arched even higher acknowledging she knew that Teresa’s cunt was bare to the world under her tight red suit skirt. The toe moved up and down Teresa’s slit and then dared to push between the lips before withdrawing. Riya shifted in her seat and Teresa realized she was stepping back into her high heel.

Teresa’s head partner instructed her to oversee the drafting and then made her apologies for not attending the celebratory dinner. The Indian gentlemen nodded sadly. The fix was obviously already in. Thank god for sexism. At least she didn’t have to spend the night with these dead dick fucks.

The Indian governmental official started to stand, but Riya put her manicured hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. He nodded and said that Riya would watch over Teresa to make sure the agreed drafting was implemented. Teresa felt her face flush in fury, but said nothing. As the men filed by Riya walked up to her eye to eye, both in three inch heels. Riya smiled and said nothing but her eyes were challenging.

The drafting drudges hopped to it even with Riya constantly repeating Teresa’s instructions. Riya bumped her twice and Teresa felt her anger rising. Was this bitch trying to provoke her into something! Finally done with the details Teresa stalked down the halls to her new office. She had ignored any pleasantries and of course failed to see Riya to the door. She slammed her door shut and plopped down in her chair opening the locked drawer for some self-medication. Fucking bitch!

The door opened and Riya stepped in, closed it and leaned against the door glaring at Teresa. The light brown skinned bitch stood at least 5’7’’, Teresa’s height, and probably weighed 130 plus compared to Teresa’s recent 129. The blonde had some more tit weight but really added a little more muscles to her arms, legs and belly. Not being able to fight had put her in the gym, not so much to work out but to exhaust the physical furies inside her.

The bitch said icily, “May I borrow your computer. There is something critical I must check!”

“I’ll get you an office,” Teresa said sniffing as if she smelled something unclean.

“No, this is fine.”

The bitch walked to Teresa’s side of the desk and sat her round ass down on the desk and violated Teresa’s computer. The long green nails typed in a website. Teresa gasped as she found her last fight with the Puerto Rican cunt displayed on the premium member site.

Riya said, “You’re a cunt and a bitch, but pretty tough for a white whore who has to beg for money. It must be terrible for you to see your country so humiliated.”

Teresa snapped, “Fuck my country and fuck your country! Is this blackmail or some such dirty dot-head trick?”

The green eyed bitch smiled, “No. I have watched this fight many times. I would make you beg if you fought me like this. I have made many women beg, but you I will make lick my ass and eat my cunt. I will fuck you up until you lick my feet and beg to be my American bitch. I’ll fight you with these rules: nothing to the head or neck and no biting for maiming purposes. We must be presentable in the morning. The first time you give, you eat my cunt. The second time you give you tongue my ass. And when you have had enough you crawl, lick my feet and beg to me my American whore. We will fuck until we pass out.”

Teresa breathed in and out trying to control her fury. She couldn’t kill this bitch! She couldn’t fight her in the office. This was too much to endure. Her mind raced. There was a shredding party going on tonight; these days there was a shredding party going on every night. Downstairs was definitely off limit. They needed privacy, complete and total! Her too expensive apartment had no room for a fight and she didn’t want to shit where she slept.

Riya opened her thighs flashing green garters and a hairless brown slit, thick and fleshy with wrinkled hanging upper lips and a thick brown bud of a clit. Her cunt smelled of wet juices under her heavy perfume. Fuck! What a goddamned dyke whore.

Riya offered, “No need for pain. You can eat my cunt here and now. But first let me hike my skirt so you can lick my asshole just to show the proper respect that beggars give to their betters.”

“Fuck you!” Teresa snarled quietly. The office was still full of people trying to stay out of jail and save their desperately pathetic lives from financial ruin.

“You can try. We fight under my rules, no one else to see us or report us. My father suspects my interests in women, but he cannot abide it should it be public. His daughter cannot be a lesbian.”

“I hate dykes, but I don’t mind fucking them until their eyes pop out. Give me a second bitch.”

Teresa called security for the number of the geek in the computer surveillance. He would do anything for a blow job and she would give him more than that if he could set this up. Luckily he was on duty. He gulped when he heard her voice, but within seconds he was talking techno-geek nonsense about what he was doing.

Then finally he said, “Captain, we’ve got warp drive! Go to the number six elevator. I’ll reroute the camera feed, lock the cab between the fourth and fifth floors, both tenants have been evicted. I’ll bypass the security alert so no one will know the elevator is out of service. Take your cell and call me when you are ready for the elevator to run. You won’t be disturbed. Oh, and yes I have team t-shirts for the fun run should you need them.”

Teresa thought for a moment, picked up a newspaper and folded it over two traveling bag coat hangers from her ever ready bag. She had no doubt the geek would reroute the camera feed, reroute it to his own damn personal whacking flash drive. He was a sweaty, nervous punk with a quick cum reflex, but he wasn’t stupid. Some day he would show the video to someone else or even use it for blackmail. She didn’t mind having a sex tape floating around; there were at least a dozen of them. These days the release of such tapes was a cause for celebrity and sympathy, not shame. But a fight tape would be another matter altogether. The internet fights were grainy enough that court room identification was impossible.

They entered the elevator, both beginning to breathe heavily and leaned back into opposing corners. True to his word the geek stopped the cab in between floors. Teresa pointed upward to the surveillance camera and the hooks in the elevator grate. She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped off her shoes. She gestured for Riya to do the same. Then she put a jacket over each hanger, hooked the bottom of the jackets to the other hanger by clips and then with a boost up by Riya hooked the hangers on either side of the camera forming cloth ceiling below the fish-eye. Now they were alone. She chuckled to herself imagining the geek somewhere in the bowels of the building with his hand on his cock bemoaning the visual obstruction.

Getting down she and Riya were on opposite sides of the elevator cab. They slipped out of the skirts. Both were without panties and hairless. Both wore slight bodice slips, garters and stockings. Riya wore coordinated light green and Teresa wore classic black. Nipples were hard and outlined by silk. Pussies were wet. Flat bellies rose and fell as sweat began to appear. Riya deposited her head ruby in one of her heels and then in WNBA form leapt off the floor and dunked her heels in hanging overhead storage area made by their interconnected jackets. Teresa thought it was a good idea because those heels would make excellent weapons. They did the same with their small purses and hooked their tiny skirts around the elevator hand rails. Teresa wedged her cell phone into the tiny mainly for show pocket on her skirt.

Standing on opposite sides of the small tight area they stared at each others bodies. The tension mounded. The Desi bitch licked her hot red painted lips. Sweat dotted her breasts and made dark spots on her thin green bodice. Teresa felt her cunt burning and clicked her nails on the metal rail lounging as though she was fully dressed riding the elevator up to her office after lunch.

Riya snapped, “So you are a cock sucker, a breeder bitch. At least that’s what you tell yourself!”

“I don’t worry about it. I can tell you I’m not a dyke. I hate those touchy oh-my-feelings-are-hurt cunts. I’d rather just beat the fuck out of them and then ram my fist up their cunts until their tongues come out to lick my slit.”

“You will be my white ass slave!”

Teresa checked the intercom to make sure it was off and replied, “The English have a lot to answer for. First they sold niggers to us and now we can’t get rid of them. Then, they didn’t exterminate their Indians like we did ours.”

“Fucking racist whore!” spit the Indian woman coming off the elevator wall hands reaching for Teresa’s blue slip.

“Nigger with straight hair!” snarled Teresa kicking a stocking foot up and into the hairless brown cunt.

Riya groaned as the foot slapped her cunt, but her charge slammed Teresa hard into the wall, the metal hand rail digging into back. Riya’s manicured nails scratched Teresa’s underarms as they hooked under her shift. A mighty jerk and she was pulled from the wall and swung hard into the opposing wall. The shift ripped and just that quick her 34DDs were free and the shift was around her bare hips. She shook her head, but a green stocking foot sank into her lower belly, the heel on her mound.

Teresa groaned and grabbed the foot before Riya could withdraw it and jerked up. Riya screamed and hit the floor hard on her ass one leg up in the air the other flailing on the floor kicking the wall. Teresa twisted on the ankle a little and drove her left foot hard into the wet cunt so happily exposed on the floor. Riya groaned and squirmed. Her other foot ramming up into Teresa’s cunt from below and lifting her up against the wall. Riya jerked her foot away and scooted backwards to the opposite wall. Teresa slumped against the corner waiting for the pain in her cunt to reside. The bitch knew how to kick and she could take a cunt shot too. This was going to be a rough fight.

Riya tried to stand and Teresa struck with a right foot to the left tit knocking the implant heavy tit upward. The Indian woman cursed kicked out with both feet toward Teresa’s left ankle. Teresa’s foot came out from under her and she slammed down hard on the floor her legs awkwardly folded and both knees scraped, the stockings torn and beginning to shred.

Riya slammed into her and carried her to her back. Teresa felt the brown fingers sink into both her tits probing deep into the flesh to deform the heavy gel inside. The pain index shot up and Riya’s smiling face looked down as she twisted Teresa’s white orbs back and forth like huge knobs. Teresa struggled underneath the Desi bitch with her legs spread, a foot high on the elevator wall for leverage. As the brown bitch worked her tits, Teresa shoved mightily and rolled them over.

On top she rose up suffering still from the double tit claw. She drove her right elbow down between Riya’s hands and slammed it deep in the tit meat of the Indian’s left tit driving it to the side. Having experienced an implant unseating she knew the pain and wanted to share. Riya gasped and her eyes went wide.

She snarled, “Bitch, how does this feel?”

With Riya twisting harder, Teresa couldn’t stop from moaning so she did and retaliated grinding her right elbow across the inside might of Riya’s left tit. The Indian gasped and twisted to the side to relieve the pain. Teresa sat up on the bitch’s side and immediately started using both hands rip apart the light green shift. Riya lost her top and slugged at Teresa’s white belly with her own elbow. The second shot caused the white woman to pitch over and grab a double handful of long black hair.

Teresa rolled off behind the bitch holding the hair and jammed her lower knee, the left one into Riya’s shoulders and drove her right foot into the top of Riya’s ass pressing her belly into the wall. Teresa rested jerking hair and grinding her knee and foot into the helpless bitch. Riya cursed and pushed at the wall doing nothing for her predicament.

Teresa laughed, “Stupid dot-head cunt. What you going to do now. Yell when you’re ready to lick my cunt.”

“Fuck you hair-pulling pussy bitch. Fight me tit to tit.”

Wrapping both her fists in the thick black hair Teresa jerked harder and got the Indian to scream in agony for the first time. She took off the pressure, and then jerked again the muscles in her arm bunching up. Riya screamed again and kicked and bucked against the wall trying to get free. Teresa lessoned the pull relaxing her muscles and then jerked again.

“You fucking whore, my hair!” screamed Riya and she pushed off the wall with her feet.

A wad of hair ripped out, but not all of it. Teresa’s right foot slipped around the sweaty brown ass popping the back of the thin green garter and hitting the wall. The brown bitch slide along the inside of Teresa’s right thigh and twisted over rolling her upper body over Teresa’s left knee. Before Teresa could release the knotted rope of hair in her fists the Indian’s left claw was in her cunt and right fist was sinking into her belly.

Teresa got her hands up to protect her tits just as Riya climbed on top legs split cunt to cunt, Indian riding on top. Both women grunted as their slits and clit rubbed. There was a moment as they’re eyes recognized the excitement at the wet cunt to cunt moment. Riya’s smeared lipstick lips twisted into a smile and she slammed her fists down into Teresa’s implants pounded the white tits trying to turn them into jelly as she humped their owner’s hot snatch. Teresa grunted and groaned and reached up underneath Riya’s fat round globes digging into the connecting tissue at the base. At the same time she rammed her cunt up hard into the Indian’s hoping to pinch the dangling cunt lips against her tight lipped smooth pussy.

Both women continued to stare at each other as the mauled tits and grinded cunts. There was desperation in both sets of eyes and Riya’s tongue was out as she panted on top. Teresa grimaced and bit her own lips kept focused on the double tit choke. Once her thumbs were in sunk into the connecting tissue she clamped her claws around the sides and thrust her thumbs up into the trapped implants. Riya’s head flew back and she screamed. Her brown cunt lost its rhythm and she froze in agony.

Teresa twisted her shoulders and shoved Riya’s right shoulder into the wall. The Indian was still in tit agony from the thumb thrust into her connecting tissues. With the new angle, Teresa shifted and hooked her black stocking right foot up under Riya’s left armpit. Straightening the long covered by the torn black stocking Teresa forced Riya up against the wall freeing the battered white tits from any more thundering punches. Riya grabbed the blonde’s wrists having to squeeze her own tits further together to get to the white flesh with her claws.

They struggled like that for minutes the Indian’s tits getting terribly bruised and the white woman’s wrists being sliced and clawed. Teresa cursed silently to herself she’d half to wear clunky bracelets or a tight long sleeved blouse. Riya suffered and wrestled to get free but she was pressed against the side of the elevator. Slowly she managed to get her left leg swept around first to the foot on floor position then she rolled more squarely against the wall and pushed her left stocking foot under Teresa’s right breast. The move had freed Riya’s left breast from the thumb probe and jammed Teresa’s globe up toward her shoulder. Both women’s legs trembled as they held the strained positions.

Teresa had nothing to do with her right hand so she raked her claws down the brown woman’s firm belly and before Riya’s clawing left hand could react, to the brown bud of a clit. Riya screamed again as nails dug into her thick, leathery from all the masturbation, clit sleeve. She grabbed the offending wrist and pulled the claw away from her bud. Teresa saw a chance, let go of the right boob and pushed off with her foot. Riya slid along the wall and rammed hard into the corner of the elevator.

Stunned for a moment, the Indian didn’t protect her belly or cunt from a double pumping windmill kick. Teresa practiced little kid kicking and literally pounded Riya into a sitting position in the corner. The Indian brought up her knees and clinched her legs together protecting her body. Teresa’s stocking feet pounded the woman’s shins and still rocked her. Growing tired of kicking, Teresa rolled over and pulled up quickly leaving the Indian trapped on her ass in the corner.

Riya tried to stand up, but was too slow. Teresa drove a foot through the woman’s protection down on her right tit crushing it hard and driving it down. Riya’s ass was driven back to the floor. At least she grabbed the blonde’s leg. Riya twisted on the ankle and ripped off the right stocking leaving only the top above the ruined knee hanging from a wet garter and the footy. Teresa staggered to the wall but did not fall.

Riya rolled out of the corner turning away scrambling to her feet. Teresa grabbed the wet rope of long hair and jerked her backwards and in a circle to slam her brown tits into the back wall. Almost instantly the blonde drove her knee into the small of the Indian’s back nailing her to the wall and pushing the hand rail into her heaving belly. Left hand in the hair, Teresa pulled the Indian’s head back and reached under Riya’s right armpit to seize the tit from behind with her right hand.

Riya screamed and hammered at the wall. She threw elbows back missing Teresa by inches. The knee in her back and the hold on her hair kept her in place. She couldn’t see the claws at work but she felt her black nipple being repeatedly clawed and dragged as the outside of her right tit was clawed and clawed. Sweat rolled off her and she screamed curses; then just screamed as she imagined her brown skin curling up under Teresa’s hard red nails.

Enjoying herself, Teresa taunted, “Ready to eat my white cunt you dirty brown shit eater?”

Riya moaned as she imagined her tit being skinned and surprised the blonde by saying, “I’ll eat it.”

Teresa stopped mid scratch and pulled the woman off the wall, spit in her face and kicked her legs out from under the bitch. Riya hit the floor on her knees. She grabbed the white woman’s still stocking covered thighs and let her face be rammed into the wet cunt by the hair. In truth there was only one thing she liked more than eating a sweaty wet cunt after a violent fight and that was getting her cunt eaten. Second best would have to do for now.

Teresa moaned and ground her tight-pussy into the Desi bitch’s waiting mouth. It had been so long. She felt her cunt walls spasm and her clit thrusting against the hot tongue that was slurping around it. Hips thrusting she walked the bitch back to the elevator doors. Then thrusting against the face she bounced the bitch’s head on the metal, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to let her know who was bitch boss.

And she talked, “Eat it you fucking dot head dirty brown whore. God damn, you must eat a lot of white pussy. Shit! No. Fuck! NO! You sleazy cunt, I’m coming!”

Teresa’s cunt went into multiple contractions and she felt herself pumping pussy cum onto the mouth and chin of the bitch that had brought her off. Gasping, Teresa let the bitch go and staggered back to the wall dripping cunt water on the floor with each step. She held onto the hand rails and forced herself to breathe deeply.

Riya was wiping her face with disgust. She touched her tits hesitantly examining the carvings Teresa had put on them. Nothing that wouldn’t heal, but some might leave a white line on the brown flesh unless she had a good plastic surgeon. But with those perfect 36DD tits she must have a good one. Teresa was getting her breath back when the Indian finally stood up pulling her tangled hair back off her shoulders trying to cool off her sweaty back. Wads of black hair came out in her fingers as she tried to comb out her knotted hair.

“Learned your lesson, bitch?” Teresa snarled.

“Only thing I learned is you’re a tricky dirty whore, just like I should have expected from a spoiled white cunt.”

“Come on then bitch. Maybe you’ll learn this time.”

“I’ll stomp your tits flat bitch!” yelled the Indian as she leapt from the door.

Teresa met her mid way. Fists and knees flew. Backs were scratched. Teresa lost a handful of hair from the front of her head, but nothing compared to the long strands already lying on the floor and matted to each woman’s wet body. Teresa moaned as her right nipple was gouged. Riya gasped as her left tit was crushed by and elbow to the top and then a left fist low to her clit. They bounced around the elevator bruising their arms, shoulders, backs and asses on the walls and rails. Sweat flew. Teresa hit the corner and got both tits clawed, but her knee to the cunt drove Riya back to the middle and the fight continued.

Shortly both women were locked in a mutual hug, clawing each other’s sweaty backs, tangling thighs, kicking ankles and bucking bellies. They were gasping heavily into each other’s ears making no progress. Teresa pushed hard with her body and Riya groaned as her ass again got creased by a hand rail. The blonde hooked another punch into Riya’s lower belly and she spit over the blonde’s shoulder. The Indian leaned forward from her ass propped on the rail, stretched out her right arm and hooked her index finger into Teresa’s pink asshole.

Teresa screamed at the surprise violation and pushed flat against Riya. Teresa twisted around and got the finger out of her ass. She was so tired she could barely stand. Riya drove a knee into her cunt and a forearm into her breasts knocking her back hard into the opposite corner by the controls. She started to push out but Riya lunged forward with her right foot high in the air. It stomped down like an ax kick onto the top of Teresa’s already swollen left tit. The heel hit like a hammer and for a moment Teresa thought her tit had been halved or knocked off. She screamed and clutched her tit falling to her knees in the corner. Bright red pain filled her eyes.

Riya braced her hands on the two walls and started driving knees into the white woman’s tits and then kicks into her cunt. Teresa had to let go of her throbbing tits and hug the brown woman’s legs. She got more handfuls of her short blonde hair pulled out and retaliated by biting into the brown thigh flesh. Riya howled and jerked Teresa’ head back and then pulled away retreating to look at the bite marks on her leg!

“Fucking animal, we said no biting for blood!”

Teresa pulled up snarling, “I don’t see any blood whore. Your skin is thick as leather. Guess you spent a lot of time in the sun sweeping up chicken shit.”

Riya snarled and leapt forward hands up. Teresa’s defensive knee thudded off the Indian’s bitten thigh but didn’t slow the charge. Teresa thudded hard into the wall with her tits pancaked under the brown hands. Her tits squashed flat Teresa moaned as the green nails went to work. She kicked out and thudded into the Indian’s shins. The bitch’s arms were straight and a kick wasn’t effective. Teresa chopped down at the inner elbow joints and caused the arms to fold. Riya slammed into her. The white woman struggled as her tits were twisted and clawed. Her left hand gathered the long wet black hair into another tangled rope and jerked. Riya grimaced as her head was bent back. Teresa endured the tit maul and pumped her right fist into Riya’s side and left lower belly. The impacts were significant now that muscle shields were tired.

Hurt, Riya retreated keeping her claws in the tits. Once her arms were almost fully extended she twisted and threw a hip forward as she dragged Teresa forward by the tits. Teresa stumbled into the hip and suddenly she was thrown head first into the elevator door. Stunned she hit the floor tits first and gasped. She started to push up when a big brown foot stomped on her lower back, not just once but again and again.

Her legs and arms seemed to go numb and she couldn’t stop the stomping. She squirmed around and finally got an ankle to kick. The brown girl leapt over the kick and came down with her right knee into the middle of Teresa’s bouncing 34DDs. The knee hit with a solid wet thud and Teresa felt her tit flatten against her chest wall. When it bounced back into shape she was screaming in agony.

Riya mounted the squirming white woman and straddled her grabbing her arms and going for the classic school girl mount. Then the Indian took revenge, pounding the trapped swollen white tits with hard brown fists. Teresa grunted in unison with Riya as she delivered the punches. It sounded like a tennis match, but the contact was being made with Teresa’s tits: game to Riya and no love for Teresa.

Sweat was flying as Riya pounded down. Teresa’s knees forced her to lean forward and brace her head on the wall. She switched to nipple clawing trying to dig the pink things out of the meat. Teresa screamed and writhed under the Indian’s body, but she could stop the nipple torture.

Finally, Teresa screamed, “I give.”

“You want to eat my brown pussy?”

“Fuck you, yes I will eat it!”

Riya yelped in triumph, shifted just a little and pulled Teresa’s mouth to her sweaty cunt. Teresa’s nose and mouth were engulfed. She had to eat to breathe! Riya bounced back and forth crushing the white tits under her ass while grinding hard against Teresa’s trapped face. She held out for a long time, but Teresa sucked her clit in and pushed the swollen nicked sleeve back with her tongue to reach the pink brown rimmed bud. A minute of direct tongue to clit manipulation made Riya climax hard and shattering. She sat down on the white woman and let her cum drain out onto the once proud white face, then rolled off to the side to rest.

Riya examined her badly swollen tits and asked, “You want to quit and just stick your tongue in my ass. That’s all I require. You tongue my ass and I’ll let you go.”

Teresa was propped up against the wall. The tops of her tits were black and blue. The Indian’s fists had really tenderized her tit meat. Tomorrow was going to be hell. Teresa let the brown bitch taunt her as she sucked in air hoping the bitch would jabber for hours. Unfortunately the Indian ran out of taunts and stood.

“Well bitch, fight or eat my ass!”

Riya was slick with sweat. Her huge tits were swollen and darkened by bruises and streaked with raw bloody scratches. Her belly, legs, ass and ribs all so dark bruises. Her green stocking were sodden and rolled down under her knee. As she stood she pulled them both off leaving just the garter belt around her waist. She started forward. Teresa held up a hand and nodded her head.

Teresa rolled to her hands and knees and crawled toward the Indian with her head down in submission. Riya laughed and turned around, grabbed her brown as cheeks and spread them wide showing her brown puckered hole was waiting. Teresa put her hands on Riya’s hips and pulled herself up moaning with each motion.

Riya demanded, “Stick in deep white bitch!”

Teresa snarled, “This deep enough!”

Teresa jammed her left forefinger and middle finger into Riya’s ass up to the knuckle. Riya’s back arched and she screamed. Then Teresa’s right hand, four stiff fingers thrust along side her left hand and drove into the brown woman’s wet swollen cunt. Riya’s knees went and she fell down hard pulling Teresa’s fingers out. Teresa grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled her backwards. As they rolled onto their backs, Teresa’s legs went wide around the Indian’s slim waist. Teresa’s still black stocking feet slid across each other with a rustle and then her ankles locked. Teresa’s thigh muscles bulged as she snapped them into the brown waist. Riya gasped and clawed at the crushing thighs.

Teresa clamped her arms around the brown biceps and then under the fat tits. Riya struggled but all she could do is rip up the stocking tops and cut the thighs. Her waist was compressed and she could only gasp. Then Teresa rolled her reverse bear hug upward rolling up under Riya’s tits. Then the forearms pinched the lower connecting tissue tight and still she rolled up the hold. Greater and greater amounts of tit flesh were trapped under the hard arms and Riya cried. When the bear hug rolled up over the nipples and down on the bruised top, Riya was able to free her arms and elbowed Teresa’s ribs and swollen tits.

Teresa took the hits easily and continued the rolling pin approach to the fat gel packed 36DDs and the waist snapping scissors. Riya writhed, alternately striking at Teresa’s arms or clawing at her thighs. The Indian refused to give so she suffered a methodical rolling tit bear hug. Her implants were pushed up, pushed down, pinched to swell bottom and top and then just crushed flat. The agony must have been horrible because the last air in the Indian came out in a screaming surrender.

When Teresa released the Desi advisor flopped on the floor crying and moaning, “You fucking cheated!”

Teresa slammed a fist into her soft belly, “No I didn’t you stupid cunt. I never said I’d lick your ass. I never said the fight was over.”

Gasping Teresa said, “Fuck you bitch.”

Teresa grabbed the girl’s left arm, stood, stretched it out and twisted it causing the Indian to stop squirming to keep from breaking her own arm. Teresa raised her foot and stomped on the side of the bitch’s swollen breast. By the third stomp the Indian screamed, “No more!”

Teresa got the ruined green stockings and tied Riya’s hands behind her back and then rolled her victim on her ass. Without a word she stood in reverse over the Indian’s head and slowly lowered her ass down, spreading her cheeks so her pink asshole was in docking bay position for Riya’s tongue. Nothing happened for a second.

Teresa said, “I’ll twist off your fat nipples bitch.”

The tongue went in. Teresa grunted and pushed down further happy to feel the wet thing in her hole. She let go of her ass cheeks insuring they thoroughly covered the Indian’s face. She looked down at the abused body before her and started working slowly on the nipples. She was rolling the nipples, pinching them, but not hard enough to cause agony. It was and experiment and sure enough the Indian’s mound began to rise and fall. Teresa leaned forward letting her sore tits rest on the sweaty brown belly and started working on that writhing mound. What a whore the brown bitch was!

Riya’s tongue went in as deep as she could and she writhed as Teresa brought her to orgasm after orgasm there on wet floor of cab number 6. After thirty minutes of fucking the bitch she heard her cell buzzing. Reluctantly she reached to the side, her ass still covering Riya’s face and jerked her skirt out of the railing. The geek was on the phone.

“Is everything okay?” he asked like a potential accomplish to murder before, during and after the fact.

“Yes it is. By the way, if you can get away from your station without anyone being the wiser move us up to five and join us.”

“Really?” he asked like a puppy.

“Really!” she replied.

The elevator jarred up half a floor and stopped. She stopped fingering the Indian and started fingering her own cunt until it was dripping wet. The door opened. She thought the geek’s jaw had come off, but he finally picked it up off the floor and looked at her for instruction.

She ordered, “Drop your pants and get your cock out. This bitch needs some American cum in her snatch.”

“Are you sure?”

She laughed, “Not like she’s going to be an eye-witness, now stick it in and fuck her hard.”

The geek dropped his pants. He stroked his cock, but Teresa decided he deserved some help and sucked his cock hard and as long as it could get. He jumped down his pants tangled around his knees and stuck his cock in deep. Teresa had to bite her lip to keep from giggling as his face twisted into a bad imitation of a pizza delivery man in a porn movie. He did the job rather quickly and pulled out red faced and happy as a once-a-year-got-lucky guy could be.

When they were finished with the limp Desi lawyer, Teresa put on the fun run t-shirt and dressed. She put her high heel on Riya’s throat and asked, “Do you want me to strip and fight you one more time or would you like to come home with me and fuck until we pass out?”

The brown face slick with sweat, smeared lips and puffy eyes, tear-stained make-up, nostrils caked with dried snot from crying, whispered, “Come home and fuck until we pass out.”

It had turned out to be a good day at the office after all.

The End (for now)

As always comments appreciated.

I’ve got to get back to my “legit fiction” so the next story won’t be coming tomorrow. Appreciate thoughts on Chapter Seven, tentatively entitled, Refused Refuse.