This story has been rambling in my head for months. At my new job, I have to use the elevators several times a day. One day, in an idle moment while traveling, I thought about what a fight would look like in such a confined space. The story stayed in my head, stillborn, until my friend RedManx on the VM Comics web site got my creative juices flowing again. Thanks for spurring me on my friend!
The usual warning caveats about violence and sex apply. NO ONE under the age of 18 should read or be in possession of this story. All proper respect for Aerosmith and their lyrics.
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"Oh come on daddy; please say I can come to Hong Kong with you!"
Ted Wilcox pushed away from his mahogany desk and turned to face his daughter. The sixty year old oil baron still had trouble believing that the young blonde woman who sat on the right edge of the desk was truly his offspring. Six weeks past her eighteenth birthday, and dressed in her color guard uniform, Tracy was the second most beautiful female he'd ever known. Well, she had gotten a *few* things from her old man. She was athletic and had a knack for the oil business. And many people, especially men, could not see past the stunning beauty she inherited from her mother, much to their detriment. Ted sighed; not at his beautiful daughter, but remembering her mother Carol, who had disappeared ten years ago. She was the love of his life, and it was only two years ago that he'd found love again and remarried.
"You know I can't take you to China, princess," Ted said with a firm tone. "Your school has the big drill team and cheerleading competition next week, and they're counting on you to win!"
Tracy let out a "phrumph" sound like she always did when she couldn't get her way, then looked at her father and smiled. "I know daddy," she said. "It's just been so long since we took a trip without Frick and Frack!"
Ted's eyes narrowed and his reply was in an even firmer tone. "Don't talk about your step-mother and step-sister like that young lady."
"I'm sorry daddy," the young blonde said, though her tone convinced her father that the apology lacked sincerity.
Ted regretted that his daughter had not been supportive of his decision to marry JoAnn. The two females butted heads on an almost daily basis. The same went for Tracy's relationship with her younger step-sister Brittany. He'd had to break up more than a few physical confrontations between the two young women. As much as he'd wished things would be better between all of them, he was looking forward to this trip to China to get away from the almost constant feuding between the women in his life.
Ted's thoughts were ended when his daughter slid off the desk, bent over and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you daddy. Will I see you at home later?" she asked.
"Yes, princess, I just need to finish up looking over these off shore drilling reports and I'll head home." Ted replied picking up a large folder full of paper.
Tracy spun and walked to the office door, where she paused and looked back at her father. "Don't be too long daddy," she said with a smile on her face. She blew Ted a kiss and walked out of his office.
That was the last time her father saw her alive.
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Tracy walked to the elevator lobby on the 40th floor where her father's office was. She stepped inside and selected the button for the lower level where the parking garage was located. As the elevator descended, the young blonde steamed. Though she knew before seeing him that her father would turn down her request to accompany him on his business trip, she wanted to get away so badly that she tried anyway.
Two weeks ago, she and Brittany had just started a knock down, drag out fight when her father interfered and stopped the girls. The two young women shared only one thing in common - their beauty. While Tracy was a blonde and Brittany a redhead, both of the eighteen year olds had developed full female bodies, almost identical to each other. Both were the envy of men and old, and both knew how to use their feminine charms to get what they wanted.
The cause of their latest dust up was the school quarterback, a senior named Jack DeLance. Brittany had him, Tracy wanted him, and that was the straw that broke camel's back for any peace between the girls. Tracy smiled remembering Jack taking her from behind on the hood of her Porsche just the night before in the parking lot of the football field. She wanted him for who he was, and if it hurt Brittany, then so much the better.
The elevator stopped on the 30th floor.
The doors opened and Tracy came face to face with her step-mother. The two females eyed each other with obvious disdain as JoAnn stepped in to the elevator. The doors closed and the car resumed its downward journey.
JoAnn Wilcox was a stunning beauty in her own right. At fifty-two years of age, she had the body and the looks of a woman barely forty. Tracy couldn't help but hate the brunette even more due her attire. Her long legs were encased in a pair of black boots that stopped an inch short of her knees. The black leather miniskirt was only long enough to cover her crotch and the tops of her black stockings. The white blouse she wore was tight and unbuttoned to the middle of her cleavage, her 36C breasts displayed prominently thanks to the white lace pushup bra barely visible underneath.
The young blonde couldn't resist a dig at the bitch who was now her step-mother.
"Frank Stern in Accounting must have fucked you real good tonight with you dressed like that, huh JoAnn? Headed home now to be the 'good little wife'?" she hissed.
The brunette had only hated one other female more than Tracy - her mother Carol. Looking the blonde teen up and down, all JoAnn could see was her mother. Tracy was the spitting image of Carol at her age. Just seeing the blonde in her white knee-high boots, tight straight powder blue short cheering skirt, bare midriff and low-cut matching halftop made JoAnn's blood boil. And knowing the little tart was trying her best to steal her daughter's man made things even worse.
JoAnn smiled and with hatred tinging her reply said, "At least I don't hide it or take another woman's man who doesn't belong to me, unlike you, you little blonde tramp."
Tracy spun to face the older brunette, and JoAnn easily slid to the back of the elevator. The two females came nose to nose, their breasts almost touching.
"When daddy finds out what a fucking slut he married, he'll put your ass out on the street with the other whores!" Tracy growled.
JoAnn's hateful gaze never wavered as she coolly replied, "You're as big an airhead and trollop as your mother was blondie. You better be careful or I might have to take you down a peg or two like I did her!"
Tracy simply smiled, replied, "Any time. Any place you old cunt!"
The elevator chime rang signaling the end of its journey.
Tracy spun around to leave as the doors opened.
Then she saw stars.
The palm strike from the redhead outside the door impacted perfectly between Tracy's upper lip and nose, and it carried all the force the girl could muster.
Tracy staggered backwards, totally stunned. Right in to JoAnn's waiting arms.
Brittany walked in to the elevator and let the doors shut behind her.
The young redhead did not waste a moment of time. Her black gloved fists buried themselves in to Tracy's naked stomach like a battering ram. JoAnn held the young blonde's arms back, making sure her daughter's rival took the full amount of punishment.
JoAnn marveled at how much her offspring was enjoying hurting Tracy. After a dozen savage stomach punches, Brittany drilled two vicious straight blows in to the blonde's lower guts, just above her sex. The twin power punches finally got Tracy to groan in agony as her womb exploded. She would have gagged if the redhead's next punch hadn't almost taken her head off. The uppercut that crashed on the blonde's jaw carried two years of hatred with it.
JoAnn released Tracy as her daughter moved to the side. The blonde fell to her knees, then to her face on the elevator floor, semi-conscious and moaning.
The brunette smiled and asked Brittany, "I bet that felt good, didn't it babe?"
"It damn sure did mom," the grinning redhead answered. Brittany's fists clenched and unclenched slowly as she looked down at the prone blonde and said, "I want to mess her up good before I finish her off though."
JoAnn beamed, she was so proud of her daughter! The redhead stood there in black knee-high boots with a pair of very tight blue jeans tucked in to them. The young woman wore a black tied-up shirt, and her mother could see her nipples protruding from the fabric. The black leather gloves that tightly encased her fists were already stained with some of the blonde's blood.
"Do whatever you want sweetheart," JoAnn cooed. "Then finish this little blonde tramp off like I did her mother!"
Brittany knelt and sank both hands roughly in to the blonde's hair. "Get up bitch," she hissed dragging Tracy to her feet. Brittany slammed the blonde hard against the side wall of the elevator. Tracy was woozy and still seeing stars when the redhead began beating her wholeheartedly.
"Take this in your cock sucker mouth, blondie!" Brittany hissed as she smashed her fists back and forth across the blonde's chin and mouth. Tracy's world was engulfed in pain as her head was smashed from side to side. She could taste the coppery tang of blood from her busted lips and battered nose. Brittany smiled as she pelted her hated rival's face with her fists.
As Tracy started to slide down the wall of the elevator, the redhead whispered, "Oh no blondie. Not yet!" She rammed her knee up between the blonde's legs, keeping her upright. Leaning close to Tracy, Brittany smiled and began to spear the blonde's tits with her fists, growling, "Take THIS you little titfucking whore!"
JoAnn smiled and slipped her hand under her leather miniskirt, playing with herself as she watched her daughter destroying the blonde whore. It made her hot watching Brittany's fists smashing up the tart's breasts. She remembered the look on Brittany's face when she showed her the photographs the private detective had taken just last evening. The redhead swore that Tracy's tits would never take Jack's cum on them ever again!
Finally, Brittany's knee could not keep the sobbing blonde erect any longer. Tracy again fell to the floor, this time on her side with her back to the door. She tried to reach up to the elevator control panel, hoping to hit the alarm button and summon help. Brittany stopped the blonde's attempt cold with a tremendous downward right fist to Tracy's mouth.
"Nice try bitch!" hissed Brittany as she stood again.
Tracy's head was exploding, blood flowing freely from her nose and mouth, when she looked up. Her eyes met JoAnn's and she could see the brunette smiling and licking her lips.
That was when Brittany's boot slammed under her chin.
The redhead now put the boots to her downed rival. She kicked her in the guts, tits and crotch over and over again. Every dozen kicks, Brittany would kick uppercut the blonde, smashing Tracy spread eagled. Then the redhead would return to kicking the blonde's body. Soon, Tracy's breasts were kicked out of the small top she wore. Brittany smiled and used her heel on them, smashing them flat and cutting them. The blonde laid there, helpless to stop her tormentor.
Brittany tired of kicking the blonde's battered boobs. She kicked Tracy's legs apart, and slammed boot after savage boot up under Tracy's short skirt. The blonde's screams echoed in the elevator, but no one except her enemies could hear. After seeing a stain of blood begin to show on the blonde's skirt, Brittany dropped her full weight in to Tracy's crotch with her knee.
The blonde screamed as if shot, and sat up in sheer agony. Brittany was waiting, or rather her fist was. The right cross from the redhead cracked like a gunshot in the enclosed space. Tracy fell to the floor unconscious.
JoAnn orgasmed.
Brittany sat back on top of the sleeping blonde and smiled. She looked up at her mother and said, "Was it as good for you as it was for me mommy?"
The brunette smiled and licked her cum-soaked fingers. "Yesssssssssssssssssss," she whispered in a husky voice.
The redhead stood straddling Tracy, looked down at her and rubbed her right fist with her left and growled, "Time to end this bitch. I'm going to kill you, you blonde man-stealing whore!"
JoAnn watched Brittany bend over and roughly grab the blonde by the remains of her top. She watched as the redhead jerked Tracy to her feet, enjoying how the blonde's head lolled back and forth. "Here honey," the brunette said, "let me help."
JoAnn easily pulled Tracy's arms behind her, shoving her right knee in to the blonde's back. Tracy stood, still unconscious, totally helpless.
Brittany stepped in front of her, smiling. She playfully slapped the blonde's face back and forth. "Come on, slut. Wake up. I want you to know what I'm going to do to you!"
JoAnn could hear the young blonde moan as she started to come around, and could see her beginning to hold her own head up as she did.
Brittany got right in her face and hissed, "It won't take me eight years to get my man after I kill you bitch. I'm going to go and fuck Jack right after I murder you. And I'm gonna do it just like my mother did to yours blondie. Tell her mom!"
JoAnne smiled and whispered in Tracy's ear, "I beat Carol to death in the same parking lot you fucked my baby's man in, you little tramp. I wanted Ted and I take what I want, and no stupid big-breasted blonde was gonna stop me!"
Tracy's body was racked with sobs as Brittany grabbed her chin with her left hand. Then she smiled in to the blonde's swollen, blood stained face.
"And *I'm* gonna kill you the same way, you god damned blonde whore!"
Brittany started slowly, belting measured crossing punches in to Tracy's face. Backfisted blows soon followed. Then more crossing punches. The more the redhead punched Tracy, the hotter she got. Brittany poured all of her hatred in to her fists. JoAnn was so hot watching that cum was running down her inner thighs!
Brittany finished the killing with a series of blows that began with two wicked bolo punches to the blonde's bloody crotch. The redhead followed those with two to Tracy's lower viscera, effectively killing her reproductive organs. Brittany broke two ribs with the next two punches that buried themselves in the blonde's guts. The teenaged redhead's fists slashed across, then under and finally speared each of Tracy's swollen tits, leaving them bloody and cut and swollen to almost fifty inches in size.
Brittany growled like an animal as her final flurry of punches smashed in to Tracy's face. The right cross broke her nose. The left cross broke her jaw. The left backfist broke her cheekbone. The right backfist broke the other one.
The first uppercut almost ripped Tracy from JoAnn's grasp.
The second uppercut smashed the blonde's nose up in to her brain.
The final savage right uppercut broke Tracy's neck with a loud "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!"
Brittany stepped back, breathing hard with a wild manic look in her eye. She bumped in to the elevator door, and as Jo Ann released Tracy, the redhead saw that she'd killed her blonde rival.
Her hands went between her legs and she exploded in her tight jeans!
As her daughter lay there, shuddering with one intense orgasm after another, JoAnn knelt beside her and cupped her daughter's head to her shoulder.
"It's okay baby. You did good. Mommy is SO proud of you baby!"
Since Brittany was in no shape to do anything else, the smiling JoAnn took care of the arrangements.
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Tracy Wilcox was found dead in the elevator the next morning by employees coming to work.
The medical examiner performed DNA testing that allowed the police to arrest one Frank Stern for the rape and murder of Tracy Wilcox. Unknown to the medical examiner, the damning evidence was semen from his session with JoAnn, inserted (roughly) with a 12-inch lifelike dildo by JoAnn Wilcox herself as her daughter watched.
Mr. Stern, who loudly professed his innocence, never stood trial. He was killed in jail while awaiting a preliminary hearing.
The alibis for Brittany Knowles, JoAnn Wilcox and Jack DeLance made headlines in town. The three of them claimed that they were together at Jack's apartment having sex at the time of the murder.
Ted Wilcox committed suicide three months later, leaving his entire fortune to his wife JoAnn.