Trash versus Class

Elizabeth led her school friends into the Perfume shop and they exploded into another high pitched snobby laugh at some joke the obvious leader of their clique made. Everyone in the store turned to look at them, to see what that noise was, but that was by design, Elizabeth loved being the centre of attention. And she surely was surrounded by her sycophantic, snobby school friends, Victoria, Tara, Tamara and Chelsea. The pretty teenagers liked to call themselves as the Rich Princesses while the other kids at their school just thought of them as 'The Bitches'. And without doubt Elizabeth Buchan-Smyth was the bitchiest of them all. She was tall with long, straight, dark brown hair. She wore glasses (designer) and had a plumy, well educated English accent that she used to make everyone know she felt she was superior and better than everyone else. And she was a good looking girl, her boobs were perfect for her figure and her hair was a perfect straight style that swept over her shoulders.

They swept around the bottom of the perfume aisle and Elizabeth came to a shuddering halt, which of course brought her followers to a similar stop.

"Oh. My. God. Would you look at that state of that!"

That was Britney Archer. Britney was the very definition of trailer park trash (aided by the fact she actually lived in one). She was a short, dirty blonde with large tits and a heavily made up face. She was sexy looking but in a very unsubtle, trashy fashion. She was the same age as Elizabeth, eighteen, but you couldn't have got two greater contrasts if you had looked for them. She had also heard what Elizabeth had just exclaimed (which wasn't difficult because Elizabeth had squealed it from mere yards away). Britney has a fiery temper and swivelled to face the gaggle of private school girls and with hands on hips engaged them.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Elizabeth recognised this trashy bitch was trouble from the off but she was not going to lose face in front of her friends. Her voice dripping with insincerity she reached to the shelf in front of Britney and picked up a bottle of perfume and showed it to her friends.

"I was meaning this, I mean who would buy stuff this cheap?"

Britney had been about to buy it herself thinking it was a great deal. Elizabeth and her cronies chuckled again and Britney's temper rose as she just knew these rich bitches were mocking her, as they walked past she grabbed Elizabeth’s arm and spun her around.

"What is your fucking problem bitch? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

No one had ever spoken to Elizabeth like that and she knew she would lose face in front of her friends if she backed down, but still the blonde looked a bit crazy and not someone you'd want to tangle with. Even so Elizabeth could not back down, putting on her haughtiest voice and attitude she prodded her finger at Britney and snarled.

"Get your hands off me you piece of trash! The likes of you….ooowww! Aaargh!"

Elizabeth's diatribe was cut off with Britney spraying the tester bottle of the perfume into Elizabeth's face, shocking her and burning the snob's eyes momentarily. Her friends reacted by rushing towards Britney and several bottles and boxes crashed off the shelves as a shop assistant came into the aisle to investigate.

"Quick, get out of here!" yelled Victoria as she dragged Elizabeth from the scene.

"You girls! Get back here!" shouted the shop assistant as he called for the Mall police. He was too late though as all of them, including Britney had scampered from the shop with great speed.

*

"Fucking bitches!"

So cursed Britney as she started to walked around the back of the huge Mall shopping complex. She had headed out a fire exit when the alarm was raised and easily avoided the security but she was still livid at those snobby bitches and especially their leader.

Unknown to Britney right then but Elizabeth and her friends had also escaped through the back of the Mall and they were currently walking from the opposite direction headed straight towards the corner Britney was about to round. The two protagonists nearly collided and there was as stunned silence as the dirty blonde faced off against the five Posh girls. Britney realised quickly that this was a fight or flight moment, that the girl gang was not going to let things pass, not when they had such an advantage. Realising all this in seconds she lashed out a slap that cracked against Elizabeth's stunned cheek. It was a brave, if stupid move.

Everyone froze for a moment before bedlam erupted as all Elizabeth’s friends attacked the blonde and she fought back, her arms and legs lashing out wildly. It was a chaotic scene and for the briefest of moments Britney held an upper hand. She kicked Victoria in the shin, slapped Tara in the face and her elbows were swinging at the other two as Elizabeth held her cheek. No-one, but no-one had ever laid hands on her before!

As the scrum of girls turned and struggled Elizabeth composed herself and from directly behind Britney aimed a kick right between the trashy blonde’s legs. It was swift and vicious and totally unexpected and Britney stopped moving for a second as the pain of impact hit her before she dropped to her knees before being engulfed by angry posh girls. They may not have been in many real fights before but the were vicious little bitches and had their hands in the blondes hair ripping at it, their nails in her face scratching at it and their feet kicking her all over.

“Hold her! Hold the bitch!” Elizabeth demanded, taking back her leadership role and commanding her friends.

The fight was slowly coming back to Britney as she began to recover from the kick to her cunt but before she knew it a girl was tugging at each of her limbs and holding her out and there standing over her was the spectacled bitch that seemed to be the leader and she smirked at Britney before stamping down hard on her injured pussy. And not just once, ten vicious stamps followed until Britney was totally winded and injured and in no position to defend herself. The girls let go of her limbs and she flopped onto her side moaning.

“Strip the bitch! We’ll show her not to mess with her betters!”

The posh gang of girls were like a pack of hyena's and in seconds had pulled Britney's clothing from her body leaving her bare ass naked on the concrete path behind the mall while they surrounded her. They took plenty of cheap shots too. Elizabeth sending kick after kick into the blonde's downed body as well as spitting on her. The others were hardly any better either, nipping here, slapping her and just laughing about it as they treated her sub humanly.

Holding Britney's denim skirt up Elizabeth sneered at their cheapness and pulled off the studded leather belt that was looped around them.

"Look at this girls! Have you ever seen the like! What a cheap, tacky, nasty belt this is! Still I can think of one good use for it, roll that bimbo over so she's face down."

It was easy, there were four of them to pull Britney over and she was aching all over. But that only intensified as a loud crack filled the air and Elizabeth lashed the belt down on Britney's exposed ass. She yelped and bucked at the impact.

"Someone shut her up, this is way too much fun not to do again!" commanded Elizabeth as she curled the studded belt around her hand.

Tara lifted up Britney's white, cotton panties, holing them up like they were toxic and then bent down to shove them into Britney's mouth. The blonde tried to bite at her fingers but a kick to her head soon took the fight out of her again. And then it was back to the lashing. And what a lashing Britney received. It was brutal. Elizabeth brought that belt down time and time again in hard shots across the blonde's backside and back. First turning her pale skin bright red and then crimson as eventually the skin was broken in a series of angry cuts. But the cuts did not stop Elizabeth and she lashed the belt over sixty times until her arm was too sore to continue and Britney lay sobbing into her own panties, her back marked to hell.

Elizabeth's eyes were wide and crazy, a mania having taken her over. Her friends recognised this but did not want to stop her, she just looked out of control. And she wasn't done with the bleeding, battered blonde yet! Spotting something further up the deserted stone path she pointed at Tamara, and told her to go and get it.

It was a pretty fresh looking dog shit. Tamara was stunned.

"What the fuck? I'm not touching that!!"

Elizabeth picked up Britney's skirt and threw it to Tamara.

"Use that. Just get it and bring it over here. Victoria, take those pants out of the skank's mouth, she's about to bet a mouthful of something much worse!"

As the others took this in Britney groaned and feebly tried to get to her hands and knees, Elizabeth let her then straddled her and hooked one arm under her chin and used the other to grab her lank, blonde hair.

"Fucking bitch! Let's see if you're so fucking cocky after this! Come on Tamara, bring it over here and push it in this cunt's mouth!"

Tamara had the dog shit on Britney's bundled up skirt and can't believe she's doing thing, the thing smelled and looked rank. Just as she got to Britney's face the blonde realised what was going on and clamped her teeth shut much to Elizabeth's annoyance. Elizabeth pounded Britney's head with her fist a few times then grabbed her hair again and ripped at it, tearing out a clump.

"Aaarghmmmmpppphhh!"

As the blonde screamed Tamara shoved the foul dogs mess into her mouth. With it in Elizabeth clamped her hand over Britney's mouth and chin and forced the mouth closed. She held her like that for minutes until the weakened blonde had no choice but to swallow and once she had Elizabeth dropped her on the ground. All the fight was gone from the trashy blonde now, she just lay on the ground and sobbed at what she had just been forced to do. The very thought of it was vile and try as she might she knew she would never forget this moment or the disgusting taste and smell for the rest of her life. Through tear blurred eyes she looked up at her chief tormentor. Elizabeth sneered down at her before delivering one last kick, this one a vicious blow that landed under the blonde’s chin and knocked her unconscious.

When Britney came too she gagged and was sick but found that the vomit landed on her still naked tits and belly. She had been tied to a lamppost behind the mall, no sign of the rich bitches or her clothes. Though before leaving her Elizabeth had used her lipstick to daub obscenities all over Britney’s skin.

*

THREE MONTHS LATER

Kidnapping the rich slut was relatively easy for the three boys. She was at a party and drinking and made the fatal mistake of sneaking outside for a cigarette. They approached her, grabbed her put a sack over her head and bundled her into their van all in the space of a few short seconds. As she started to whine and shout a well placed kick to her head knocked her out and they journeyed back to the trailer park in relative silence, each looking forward to the second part of their payment from Britney.

Her initial down payment had been enough to convince all three it was worth the risk of breaking the law to do what she asked them to do – kidnapping. She had sucked and fucked all three for a whole weekend, let all three fill her with her cum and taken them in all her holes. And now they had kept their end of the bargain she would have to do worse, but she reckoned it was worth it for revenge, it would just add fuel to her fire.

So while Elizabeth lay bound and gagged and terrified in a deserted trailer the three boys did things to and with Britney that should never be done with a human being but it was going to be worth it, she knew that.

It took her a couple of days to fully recover from her second payment to the boys during which one of them (wearing a mask) poured water down the rich kids throat and gave her bites of bits of chicken. Other than that Elizabeth was left alone in the dark to soil herself and lie in her own filth until Britney decided to visit her. She came to see her captive on the third day, unlocking the door on the trailer and entering, letting Elizabeth see immediately who it was that had come in. The wide eyes look of shock then fear was almost payback enough in itself.

Britney smirked and tossed the newspaper she had in her hand down so the headlines faced the posh schoolgirl.

"Looks like your Mummy and daddy are missing you bitch. Your 'disappearance' is all over the news."

There followed a long, brooding silence Elizabeth desperately strained to read the headline beside her while Britney bore holes in her from the other side of the trailer.

"Take it you remember me bitch?" was the harsh question that eventually broke the thick silence.

Elizabeth could do little but nod.

"So you know I got things to settle with you then? Good. But I'll give you more of a chance than you gave me cunt, though I shouldn't, should I? No I should just cut you up here and now!"

And with that Britney produced a large, serrated hunting knife and sprang forward to hold it inches from Elizabeth's terrified face.

"Yes I should. I could hack your tits off, maybe scalp you maybe even gut you like a fish for what you did. You are a sick freak and I reckon the world would be better off without the likes of you in it. But deserve it or not, I'm going to give you a chance bitch. You liked beating on me that time? Well I'll give you another chance, only this time it'll be fair, just you and me. Anyway just thought I'd let you know, we'll come for you tonight then we're going on a long trip, won't be so nice for you in the trunk but thems the breaks hon."

With that Britney exited the trailer but she was back in just a few short seconds bringing with her a terrible stink. She had deliberately stepped in a fresh dog shit outside the trailer and she walked over to Elizabeth held her foot over her for a small while, letting her get a good, gagged noseful of it before she wiped and scraped her sole on Elizabeth's head and hair. Then she left properly, locking the door behind her

*

In truth the journey was a short one, just another way of Britney to fuck with Elizabeth's mind. The guys helped the blonde dump Elizabeth into the trunk of one of their cars then drove ten minutes to a nearby long since deserted warehouse. From there they carried a still bound Elizabeth to the back of the warehouse to an empty storage cage and dropped her there, then they locked the cage door trapping both girls inside the chicken wire cage twenty foot by ten foot enclosure. She undid the cuffs and gag from her foe and pushed them through the cage so that both girls were free to fight fairly. Elizabeth sat on her butt and rubbed at her wrists trying to get some feeling back in her arms.

Britney gave her a few moments before advancing. The four boys surrounded the cage watching intently.

"C'mon bitch, let's get started, get on your feet!"

Elizabeth stayed on her backside and pouted.

"Look, we don't have to do this, I'm sorry, I'll pay you, we can…aaarghhhhh!"

Her interruption and scream were because Britney had grabbed her hair and jerked her hard up to her feet. Then she shoved her back against the cage wall and told the rich brunette how things were.

"Listen to me and listen good. For what you and your friends did to me we are gonna fight. And ain't nobody gonna stop us either, those boys out there are just our ride home. But we are going to fight and there ain't no rules, you can do whatever you want, I can do whatever I want. Fight only stops when either I want to stop or you get me so I can't have no say in the matter. Understand? Well tough shit if you don't cause we're starting right now!"

And with that the trash talking blonde slapped Elizabeth hard on the cheek, the crack echoing though the deserted warehouse. Elizabeth held her cheek but Britney launched herself at her and they fell to the ground in a jumble of arms and legs. Elizabeth was stunned by all this and barely defended herself to begin with as Britney began to wail away with punches and slaps in the brawl. Eventually it dawned on the posh girl that she was going to have to do something or this crazy bitch was likely to beat her to death so she hooked her claws into Britney's hair an started ripping and tugging. Both girls were wearing white shirts and Britney had on denim shorts while Elizabeth had on a dark skirt and all of it got covered in dust and dirt as the pair of them rolled across the ground brawling.

Elizabeth’s wrists and ankles were sore from her recent enforced bondage and it hurt her reactions. The blondes hands gripped her wrists and easily powered them back once she had a mount position and forced them back against the ground. With her face hovering over her foes Britney snarled down at her.

"You're going to fucking regret what you did bitch! I'm going to tear you a -fucking part!"

And with that warning she released her hold on Elizabeth and jabbed the sharpened nails of her right hand into the soft skin of Elizabeth's left cheek and scratches four deep, bloody furrows down them.

Elizabeth squealed at the pain and lashed out herself, by sheer fluke poking her little finger in the blonde's eye and temporarily blinding it. Britney winced at the pain in her eye and rolled off to rub it while Elizabeth scrambled away her hand on her cheek feeling at the raw furrows. The boys outside the cage shouted obscenities at them both but more particularly Elizabeth and the posh girl could not help but feel the total fear of the situation. By the time she had made it to her feet Britney was on her again, charging at her, crashing into her and both barrelling into the cage wall. With enough force to knock the wind from both girls.

Elizabeth had taken the worst of the impact though, her ribs aching from the blow as they both maintained their position against the fence. Britney recovered and fired a series of short rabbit punches into her opponent’s abdomen and ribs. They were hard blows and each one made Elizabeth groan and grunt. Britney's eye had swollen and nearly shut a fact that pissed her off. After the punches landed she grabbed Elizabeth's hair and hauled her head down with lifting up her own knee, smashing her knee in the bitch's face.

What an impact! There was a loud crack as the knee broke the posh girl’s nose and blood instant started pouring from it. Britney yanked Elizabeth’s hair up so she could see the damage she had wrought and smiled as she looked at the ruined, formerly perfect face. Elizabeth’s nose was misshapen and bloody and her eyes were already starting to discolour from the impact. The blonde rubbed at her own injured eye but laughed at her opponent. Elizabeth held her hands to her aching face and when they came away coated in her own blood she was shocked and enraged.

“You fucking trash!” she screamed as she charged at her assailant.

Britney easily side-stepped her lunge and used her foot to trip Elizabeth, slamming her face down on the dirty floor. Britney dropped on her in an instant, grabbed her long, brunette hair and used it to push her face right into the ground and then rub it in callously as she ground her features hard against the dirty, unforgiving stone floor. Elizabeth squawked and screamed as her bloody face was rubbed back and forth across the dirt but she could do nothing but lie there and endure it as Britney had her totally at her mercy. Eventually she tired of it and lifted Elizabeth’s head up and was rewarded by the sight of the posh girls face being almost totally unrecognisable with a mixture of blood, dirt and bruises.

She smiled, got to her feet and dragged her foe up by the hair then ran towards one of the cage walls and flung / rammed Elizabeth’s forehead into the metal mesh like she was trying to throw her through it! Elizabeth screamed as she hit it and bounced back, a trickle of blood coming from a new cut on her forehead. Britney leaned down and sunk her teeth into the cut, biting it and tearing it with her teeth as Elizabeth howled like a wounded animal.

This was brutal now and even worse than Elizabeth had imagined it being. She was busted open and now Britney’s teeth had torn a strip of skin from her perfect forehead and the blood was fairly dripped form her head now. Britney paused to study her handiwork, her own mouth coated in her foes blood and she smiled a feral, insane grin as she hissed down at her.

“Bet you wish you hadn’t attacked me at the mall now bitch, eh? I’m gonna kill you in here bitch – snuff you out. But before I do, when you are just seconds from expiring I am going to squat over you and shit in your mouth. See how you like it bitch!”

There was a harsh truth in her words that Elizabeth recognised and she sobbed at them as Britney formed a fist and pounded her knuckles time and again on the bloody forehead. Then she dragged the brunette’s head up again and shoved it once more into the mesh and began to grate it back and forward on the blood stained metal mesh. After a few more minutes of that Elizabeth was a bloody mess, her head like shredded red cabbage. Britney dropped her to the ground and turned to the boys outside the cage.

“Pass in the bag boys, time to finish this snobby cunt off I think!”

A clear plastic bag was passed through the mesh and Britney walked over to get it. Elizabeth had heard the instruction and was scared shitless, ignoring the pain she was in when the blonde returned she lashed out from the ground with her foot and got really lucky. Her kick caught Britney’s right knee right on the side and there was a loud crack as her leg collapsed on itself, clearly it had done some serious ligament damage. Britney screamed and crumpled holding her leg and wailing instantly.

With Britney holding her knee and howling in obvious pain and Elizabeth on her front, her face a mask of crimson the three boys who had helped Britney set this all up had a decision to make. Did they help her now? It was the oldest of them that took the initiative whilst the other two looked to him.

"Listen the dumb bitch wanted to fight in there, just the two of them so I say we just let them get on with it. Ain't our business….yet."

There was a couple of minutes of inaction in the cage. Elizabeth slowly pushed herself up onto hands and knees and was aghast to view the blood dripping from her head, Britney meanwhile gripped her knee and wailed before dragged herself along the floor to the cage wall with the plastic bag still in her hand. Britney was crying and she looked through the cage at her male helpers and it took some moments for her to realise they were not going to interfere. In that time Elizabeth had swept her hand across her eyes and wiped off a swathe of blood. She saw her blonde opponent struggling and moved over to her and in one movement stamped her foot down on Britney’s limp leg at the knee junction. It was vicious and cruel and the loud crack that followed the blow told everybody in the warehouse Britney’s leg had just been broken.

Britney’s scream was ear piercing and she collapsed to the ground crying and holding her leg. Elizabeth again looked through the cage at the boys and again none made a move. The rich bitch then dropped down on Britney’s torso and unleashed a barrage of punches and slaps to the blondes face. She was in a frenzy, angry and frustrated by what had happened to her in the past few days and finally given an opportunity to vent her anger. Britney could not defend her head and took almost thirty unanswered blows to the head, her injured eye was now swollen shut and the rest of her face was a bloody mess now, a cut opening over her eyebrow and flowing steadily.

Finally Elizabeth halted her assault, only because her arms were tired and her fists sore from all the punches she had thrown. And then she spotted the plastic bag, now hanging lips from the blondes hand. And only then did she fully realise what Britney had intended doing with it. She grabbed it from Britney’s hand and looked down at her anguished face.

“You were going to kill me? With this? You sick cunt!”

That last insult was followed by Elizabeth spitting a bloody gob right into Britney’s face, she grabbed her by the hair and held her inches from her face as she continued her verbals.

“You thought you could finish me! Well let’s see how you like…..aaaaaarghhhhh!”

Elisabeth broke off as in a last desperate move the trailer park trash girl had opened her mouth and bit the messed up remnants of Elizabeth’s nose. She dug her teeth in and bit as hard as she could as the posh girls flailed and panicked until finally Britney fell back, taking a chunk of nose with her. The impact of falling back though jarred her leg badly and she fell back and rolled in absolute blinding agony. Elizabeth felt at her face and the gush of blood that was now pouring from the wreck of her nose (as well as elsewhere on her face).

Despite that though Elizabeth still had the plastic bag and some instinct drove her on to find her enemy’s head and get the neck of the bag over it.

What a tableau they presented the taller Elizabeth, her face crimson and pulsing more gore out every second, Britney on her side, holding her leg an trying desperately to get her fingers up to Elizabeth’s hands to loosen her grip on the bag over her head. But the pain from her leg break was weakening Britney with every second that passed and soon her hands fell to her sides and she stopped struggling. Elizabeth kept her hold in place though and had the satisfaction of knowing she had killed her rival before she too toppled over and passed out through blood loss.

*

Elizabeth came too in a daze, her head was thumping like someone was playing drums in it. Her body was being jolted forward rhythmically. She gave a pained grunt and spat out a mouthful of blood.

“She’s awake man, hurry the fuck up!”

The three boys were in the cage now and the last of the three was now taking his turned fucking her in the ass while she was slumped, unconscious and bleeding to death over Britney’s lifeless corpse.

Her movements and noise set him off and he filled her bowels with a burst of his warm cum, the third load up there. He finished then stood up and squeezed the last of his cum onto her back. With a great effort she looked up and tried to appeal to them.

“P-Please, help m-me.”

Her face was unrecognisable, was coated in thick blood and was destroyed from the fight. The leader of the boys cleared his throat and spat on the ground next to her.

“Let’s get out of here boys.”

With that they turned and left and very loudly locked the cage door on the way out then slammed the warehouse door too on their way so the warehouse descending into total darkness. Elizabeth gave a whimper and groaned as she tried to crawl off Britney’s body then a shriek as she heard little feet rustling in the darkness, followed by high pitched squeaks approaching her…