Office War
By CS Custom

Late one Friday afternoon in the offices of a large international company, the tension between a young woman born in London of Indian heritage named Kam and an attractive young Welsh woman named Carrie rose to the boiling point. It was almost time to close up for the day. Carrie was the office manager and had to lock up for the day. She made the rounds one last time to make sure everyone in the office had left before locking up. As she came to Kam’s office, the door was still open and the computer was left on, but Kam was no where to be seen.

Carrie assumed Kam had left in a hurry, again. It was not uncommon for Kam to leave her door open, but the computer still on was another story. Carrie walked over to the desk to turn off the computer. She saw an open e-mail and was about to close it out when she noticed she was the subject of the e-mail. Kam had been writing a letter to the president of the company complaining about Carrie. The two had never really liked each other that much, but Kam was infuriated when Carrie got the promotion to office manager that she thought was rightfully hers. Kam had made many comments that she only got the promotion for her natural good looks, that plus the fact that John made the decision on the promotion. John was also Welsh and Kam felt he had unfairly promoted Carrie based solely on those two factors. These were all points Kam was making in her e-mail to the head of the company, but when Carrie read that Kam was accusing her of having an affair with John to get the promotion, that was it. She would confront Kam Monday when they came back to work.

While Kam didn’t care for Carrie, she did acknowledge she was a beautiful young woman. Carrie was 5’5” tall with shapely legs. The 25 year old beauty had shoulder length light brown hair and weighed 125 pounds. Kam, though not as beautiful as Carrie to most, was still attractive. She was 24 years old and stood 5’3” tall. She had the dark brown skin of the people from India with brown eyes and beautiful shoulder length black hair. A little curvier than Carrie at 148 pounds, Kam sported 34D breasts while Carrie’s were 34C.

As Carrie walked out of Kam’s office, she thought she was the last person left in the office, but to her surprise coming down the hallway back to her office was Kam.

“Well you curry munching wog, I just read the e-mail you were going to send to the president!”

“What are you doing snooping around in my office you sheep shagging slut?”

“Who are you calling a slut you fucking dot head!”

That did it, the two already couldn’t stand each other but the insults set both girls off and they tore into each other. Being professionals, they were both dressed in very nice white blouses and skirts. Their high heels made it difficult to stand as they both grabbed handfuls of the others hair. Wobbling on their heels, the two crashed into the wall and fell to the floor still with their hands entangled in the others hair. Carrie was on top of Kam when they hit the floor. She drew back and delivered a hard slap to the side of Kam’s face.

Kam pulled her foot up and wrapped it around Carrie’s neck. Her powerful legs pulled Carrie backwards and Kam had her trapped in a painful head scissors. Kam reached down tugging on Carrie’s hair as she held her between her thighs. While pulling Carrie’s hair with her left hand, Kam pounded Carrie’s face with her right. Carrie twisted and turned as Kam tightened her thighs around Carrie’s head before finally pulling loose. Both girls stood and stepped back from each other panting. Carrie spoke up first.

“Okay, you don’t like me…..and I don’t like you….we both have known that for a long time but this ends today……one of us is leaving…….the security cameras are broken so no one will see what happens…….you agree that when this is over….whoever quits in this fight leaves the company and we never speak of what is about to happen……if you make me quit you know you’ll get my job…..I leave and never tell anybody why or where…..but when I beat your ass and you quit…..you do the same…you leave and tell no one…..deal?”

“You got it bitch, deal! It’ll be my pleasure to send you packing. That should have been my job to begin with and you fucking know it.” Kam reached down and pulled off her heels. Carrie realized she couldn’t fight in hers either and started pulling hers off too. Kam threw her shoes at Carrie further infuriating her. Carrie began cursing at Kam as she started removing her first shoe. “Back off you fucking Paki!”

As Carrie unhooked her second shoe Kam rushed Carrie and shoved her into the wall. Quickly she thrust her knee up catching Carrie in the crotch. Carrie let out a loud yell and her hands instinctively went down to protect her crotch. Kam drew back with her arm and threw a hard elbow catching Carrie in the side of her head and she stumbled down the hallway with Kam in hot pursuit. Kam reached out and grabbed a handful of Carrie’s hair and yanked her backwards. Carrie was in such a rush to get away from Kam’s attack that the yank threw her off balance and she fell to the carpeted floor.

Kam reached down and grabbed Carrie by the front of her blouse and pulled her off the floor as she drove a hard right fist down into Carrie’s stomach. The buttons on her blouse popped off as Kam pulled her up again and her blouse flew open. Kam drove another hard right fist into her now exposed belly. Kam then reached down and got her hands underneath Carrie’s bra and started to pull her up again, but Carrie knew she had to do something. She jabbed her fingers up into Kam’s eyes temporarily blinding her. It was enough to get Kam off her and Carrie stood up.

Carrie took in a couple of quick breaths and pulled her now ripped blouse off and wrapped it in both hands. She ran up behind Kam and wrapped the blouse around Kam’s neck and began choking her with it. Kam’s hands went to her throat trying to pry the material from her neck as Carrie pulled even tighter. Kam went down onto her knees and Carrie twisted the blouse around her neck and then stepped in front of Kam. She dragged her down the hallway with the blouse cutting into Kam’s throat. When she got to the entrance to Kam’s office she finally let go.

Kam began coughing as she lay on the floor near the entrance to her office. Carrie picked up a letter opener off Kam’s desk and came back at her. She grabbed the back of Kam’s blouse and stuck the point of the opener through her blouse and used it to rip the blouse away from Kam. She drew back with it and using the blunt end jammed it into the small of Kam’s back. The hard metal hurt like hell as it was jammed into her. Carrie stuck the blade of the opener under the thin straps of Kam’s bra and pulled back with it. Not sharp enough to cut, the opener pulled hard against the straps stretching them to their limits before they finally snapped. Kam began to crawl as she felt Carrie tugging on her knee length skirt. Carrie managed to pull the skirt past Kam’s curvy full hips and Kam crawled away in just her panties and then leaned against the wall.

Carrie was still wielding the letter opener in her hand. She drew back again with it. This time the tip was pointed out. She intended to stab the dark skinned girl as she charged at her. She took a few quick steps and lunged at Kam on the floor. Kam spun away at the last instant and Carrie drove the tip of the letter opener into the wall. Kam quickly stood and stepped over Carrie stomping her as she passed over her. Kam stepped just inside her office.

Carrie got up and turned to come after her. Just as she stepped into the doorway, Kam slammed the thick wooden door on Carrie striking her in the head. Kam pulled the door open. Carrie was on the floor holding her head. Kam dragged her back into the doorway and slammed the door again against her head. Carrie was dizzy now and lost her bearings. Kam sensed Carrie was hurting now. She walked over and stood her up walking her into the office. She slammed Carrie’s head into the thick desk as papers flew everywhere. Carrie didn’t move as Kam laid her on the desk. Kam thought she had knocked her out as she turned Carrie over. Carrie began to moan. Kam asked her if she was ready to quit. Carrie slowly shook her head no.

With Carrie sprawled out on the desk, Kam pulled Carrie’s short skirt off. She could see the thick patch of light brown hair poking out of Carrie’s panties. She next pulled Carrie’s panties down her beautiful legs and then grabbed a handful of Carrie’s bushy mound of pubic hair and gave a hard snatch plucking a good amount of the hair out. Carrie screamed and Kam grabbed another handful and gave another yank.

Kam crawled up on the desk on top of Carrie. She thrust three fingers up inside Carrie’s pussy, curled her fingers up and raked her manicured nails on the inside walls of Carrie’s pussy. Carrie was screaming from the intense pain in her pussy. “OH MY GOD…..PLEASE……OH PLEASE…..PLEASE FUCKING STOP!”

“Do you give? Quit you fucking sheep shagger!”

“NO………FUCK YOU…..FUCK YOU YOU DAMN PAKI B…….”

Kam jammed her fingers inside again before Carrie could get the next word out. Carrie was screaming again. Kam stood and pushed Carrie off the desk with her foot. Carrie curled up on the floor looking up at the panty clad Indian. Kam raised her hands above her head and jumped off to strike Carrie but Carrie raised her foot up as Kam flew at her. Her foot caught Kam under the chin snapping her head back. Kam fell sideways into a filing cabinet and now both girls were motionless for almost a minute trying to recover. Carrie wiped her pussy checking for blood as she stood.

Kam got to her knees but she was still woozy from the blow. Her lip had split and she spit out a small amount of blood from her mouth. Carrie moved over Kam and grabbed her long black hair and pulled her up. Carrie was wobbling on her feet as she opened the filing cabinet drawer. She slammed the drawer on Kam’s head and then kicked it for good measure as Kam fell away.

Carrie lifted Kam back up and put her head inside the drawer again and leaned into the drawer using all her strength and weight as she tried to crush Kam’s head. “Give it up……give up you fucking Paki bitch! Give up and go drive a fucking taxi!”

Kam could hear the insult. Her voice was muffled inside the drawer but her message was loud and clear. “No…..no way……you can quit and go fuck your way to the top somewhere else.”

Carrie pulled Kam’s head out of the drawer and shoved her down on the carpet. She sank her fingernails into Kam’s exposed breasts. She dug in her hard with her fingernails. “I……didn’t……fuck……anybody……I earned my job.” Kam’s hands grabbed Carrie’s trying to pry them from her pain racked breasts. Carrie had her fingernails deep in Kam’s soft tender tit flesh. She made the mistake of leaning back thinking Kam was about to jab her eyes. Kam pulled her feet up and was able to wrap them around Carrie’s face. Using her powerful legs, she managed to pull Carrie off her again. She quickly positioned herself and had Carrie’s head between her thighs squeezing hard. Carrie was now trying to figure out how to get her head freed from the vise like grip of Kam’s dark powerful thighs.

Kam surveyed the damage to her massive breasts. Small streaks of blood had risen to the surface where Carrie’s nails had dug into her. Just as she thought she was in control, she felt the pain in her thighs. Carrie was biting her. Kam released the head scissors and began punching Carrie in the head. The blows did little to faze Carrie as she sank her teeth deep into Kam’s beautiful dark skinned thigh. Kam was finally able to tilt Carrie’s head a little and another hard punch to the side of her face caused Carrie to release the bite.

Carrie slid up Kam’s dark skinned stomach to her huge breasts and sank her teeth into Kam’s nipple as Kam threw punches trying to keep Carrie off her. Kam began pushing at Carrie’s head trying to get the beautiful Welsh’s teeth from her nipple, but Carrie’s bite was in deep. Kam was screaming as Carrie’s teeth broke the skin. As Carrie tasted the blood she pulled away.

Carrie and Kam both scooted away from each other. Kam looked at the bites in her thigh and breast as blood came out of the wounds. Again she spit blood from her mouth as she spoke to Carrie. “Are you ready to quit yet or should I just go ahead and fucking kill you?”

“Quit yourself Paki! You will be the one leaving. I am going to finish ripping those dark bags off your fucking chest. Look at yourself, bleeding from those fucking cow tits, spitting blood from your mouth and bleeding from your fat thighs and you think you’re going to beat me. That’s too fucking funny, last chance to quit dot head before I really bust you up!”

Both girls stood again. Their chests heaved from their heavy breathing as their personal war was taking its’ toll on both of them. They charged at each other again. Carrie’s hands slipped down a little as they locked up and she lost control. Kam had her hands under Carrie’s arms and was lifting her off the floor. She got her above her head and tossed her away. Carrie crashed into the desk again, the small of her back hitting the edge. She fell forward and Kam reached down and unsnapped Carrie’s bra. Carrie was now totally nude. Kam saw the small gash in Carrie’s lower back. She threw a hard right into the cut and then dropped her knee down on it as Carrie let a loud scream.

Kam knew Carrie’s back was hurting and she went to work on it. Over and over Kam dropped her knee into Carrie’s back. Carrie grunted as each blow landed. Carrie tried crawling away as Kam grabbed the phone from her desk. Kam raised the phone over her head and slammed it down into Carrie’s aching back. Three more times the hard phone was driven into her back before Kam grabbed the handset and wrapped the cord around Carrie’s neck. Around and around she wrapped the coiled wire of the handset around Carrie’s throat. Kam stood on top of her desk and pulled up practically hanging Carrie with the cord. Carrie’s fingers were trying to pry the cord away but having wrapped it around so many times prevented her from getting her fingers inside it as it dug into her throat. Her face began to turn bright red and she started to go limp. Kam finally let her fall to the carpet and she jumped down.

Kam pulled Carrie to her feet and threw her into the door frame, her back striking it hard and Carrie fell to her knees. Her back hurt like hell and Kam kept up the attack on the weakened spot. Kam picked Carrie up off the carpeted floor and rammed her back into the frame again. Carrie crawled down the hallway trying to get away from Kam. Kam saw a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. She grabbed it and smashed it down into Carrie’s back. Carrie went flat on the carpeted floor, her back wrecked by the hard metal extinguisher.

Kam dragged Carrie down the hallway by her hair. Carrie’s hands went up wrapping around Kam’s wrist trying to ease the pain in her scalp as she coughed trying to suck in some air into her lungs. Carrie’s breasts were on fire as the hard fibers of the carpet burned her flesh as she was pulled down the hallway.

Kam turned into the copying room and turned on the copier. She drew back her fist and began punching Carrie in the face. Over and over she punched the beauty, splitting her lip open with one hard right. Carrie’s face was swelling, finally showing signs of the hard battle as Kam hit the start button on the copier. Carrie could see the flash of light go back and forth over her face as Kam forced her face onto the cold glass.

Kam saw a package of permanent markers on a shelf. She ripped the package open and pulled the cap off a black marker. Across Carrie’s chest she wrote in big letters, SLUT. Kam lifted Carrie up and placed her chest on the copier and hit the button again. Carrie slid off the copier and fell to the floor totally wiped out. Kam sat down across her back. She pulled Carrie up towards her and hooked her arms over her legs. Then she grabbed the marker again and across Carrie’s forehead she wrote WHORE. Kam dropped the marker on the floor and hooked her hands under Carrie’s chin pulling back with all her strength. She leaned farther back putting intense pressure on Carrie’s injured lower back.

“GIVE UP CUNT! GIVE UP YOU FUCKING WHORE! COME ON….COME ON BEFORE I BREAK YOUR FUCKING BACK!”

Kam lifted Carrie back up and shoved her face down onto the glass again and hit the button making more copies of Carrie’s face. Kam dropped her back to the floor and again hooked Carrie’s arms over her knees and began pulling back on Carrie’s chin.

“I SWEAR BITCH…….I WILL FUCKING BREAK YOUR BACK…QUIT! QUIT DAMN IT! QUIT YOU FUCKING WHORE! “

Carrie had tears streaking down her face. Her back did feel like it was breaking. “NO…I CAN’T…..NO…..PLEASE….ANYTHING…..PLEASE….PLEASE….NO MORE….DON’T MAKE ME LEAVE…..I BEG YOU….ANYTHING….ANYTHING ELSE….I JUST CAN’T LEAVE THIS JOB!”

“IT WAS YOUR IDEA SHEEP SHAGGER……..QUIT….QUIT NOW…..I SWEAR….
I’LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING BACK IF I HAVE TO……..SAY IT…..SAY IT DAMN IT!”

Kam released Carrie’s chin but kept her in the painful hold. She leaned forward and reached over Carrie’s shoulders. She sank her fingernails deep into Carrie’s breasts and pulled up. The pain in her back and in her tits was too much for Carrie, but would she quit first or pass out. Kam clawed over and over with her fingernails, ripping away at Carrie’s beautiful breasts.

“OH……GOD……..MY TITS….MY BACK…..PLEASE KAM….PLEASE…….
PLEASE STOP…..YOU’RE THE BETTER WOMAN……IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH…JUST PLEASE…..PLEASE FUCKING STOP…..I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE…..PLEASE……YOU’RE BREAKING MY FUCKING BACK.”

Kam pulled back even harder. “QUIT……..I KNOW I’M THE BETTER WOMAN BUT FUCKING QUIT……JUST SAY IT……SAY IT AND THE PAIN STOPS!”

Carrie knew there was no way out of the painful hold. Her back arched grotesquely off the floor and Kam still was clawing her breasts. Carrie was in intense pain and she knew there was no way out unless Kam tired and released her. She fought the pain in her body as long as she could until through uncontrollable crying she uttered the words Kam had been fighting for. “OKAY…..PLEASE LET ME GO…..PLEASE….I….. I CAN’T TAKE IT….THE PAIN…..THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH….I…..I…..I…..”

“SAY IT DAMN IT! SAY IT YOU FUCKING SHEEP SHAGGER”

“I QUIT……OKAY…..I QUIT….YOU WIN!”

Kam let her fall to the floor. She stood over her as Carrie cried. Kam was breathing heavy. Her chest heaved as she bent over her beaten foe. Kam was hurting too as she rubbed the many painful spots on her body. Kam leaned forward and grabbed Carrie’s hair and lifted her head. Carrie knew the consequences of losing but still her anger toward Kam spewed. As she hurled another ethnic insult at Kam, Kam flipped her over.

Kam shoved two fingers into Carrie and began pumping them into her rapidly and roughly. Carrie’s back hurt so much she couldn’t move or fight back as Kam was finger fucking her. For more than ten minutes Kam fucked her with her fingers until Carrie’s body betrayed her. Carrie’s breathing started to become erratic. Moans escaped from her mouth as she cursed Kam for what she was doing to her. “No……no…….stop…..you…..you……you are going to make me cum…..please…..please no……please stop……oh god…..no……no…..please don’t make me…..please don’t make me cum…..no…..oh god….no……yes……oh yes…yesssssssssss…….yessssssssss….I’m cumming……..I’M FUCKING CUMMING……..DAMN YOU………DAMN YOU KAM…….I’M CUMMING………OOOOOOO..…..OOOOOOOO…….YESSSSSSSSSSS……SHIT……….OH SHIT!”

Kam stopped for a second. Carrie’s eyes were closed and she didn’t realize that Kam was removing her own panties. Carrie finally opened her eyes to see the dark black hairy pussy moving down toward her face. “It’s time to make me cum now cunt!”

“No…no…..I won’t…..I won’t do it.”

“Oh, you’ll do it…..you’ll do it or else.

“Kam…..haven’t you done enough? You won……you have my job……now you’ve fucked me and made me cum….isn’t that enough?”

Kam shoved the two fingers back into Carrie’s pussy as she turned and sat on Carrie’s face. Then she moved another finger inside….and then another…..and then finally her thumb. “Okay…the choice is your’s….you either make me cum…..or I stick my entire fist in your pussy and fuck you some more and stretch out your nice tight pussy.”

“Okay…okay…..I’ll do it.”

Carrie flicked her tongue out finding Kam’s slit as she parted the thick black hair with her tongue. Kam’s pussy was hot as Carrie’s tongue probed it and lapped away. She became very wet quickly and Carrie was slurping as Kam’s hands both came up clutching her enormous breasts. She was squeezing her breasts with her hands, pinching and twisting her nipples as she was becoming very aroused as Carrie tongued her pussy. “Um…yeah baby…..ooooo……ooooo yesssss…….oh god….your tongue…….your tongue is so good……your tongue……is……so….fucking…..good…….yeah…..that’s it…..yeah baby….right there…..come on…..come on….yeah…..keep working it baby…..um…um, that’s so fucking good……..yeah Carrie……eat my pussy baby….eat mama’s pussy….lick it up…..yeah suck my clit……..come on……yeah…….oh yeah…..yeah…that’s it…….yeah….that’s it……yes…..come on…..lick me……eat me..eat that pussy…..eat that pussy……yeah bitch….come on…..make me cum…..come on……make me cum…….yessss……oh god yessssss…..that’s it……I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum…..yessssss……yessssssss……oh shit……I’m cumming….yeah Carrie…..I’m cumming on your face……on your fucking beautiful face……..yes….
Ummmmmmmmm,………..ummmmmmmmmmm……oh god.”

Kam flooded Carrie’s face as her pussy erupted. Kam fell forward between Carrie’s creamy thighs. The aroma of sex filled the air and still Kam wasn’t through. She straightened up and pushed her hand into the opening of Carrie’s pussy again. She began pushing harder. Carrie knew what Kam was about to do.

“But you said….you said if I made you cum, you wouldn’t.”

“I lied bitch!” Kam shoved…and shoved….and shoved…….her entire hand disappearing inside Carrie. Kam turned and twisted as Carrie screamed and writhed on the floor beneath her, begging…..crying…..screaming…..for anybody to help her….to get this mad woman off her……Kam knew the building was vacant this late on a Friday and she knew no one would hear Carrie’s cries or screams for help. There was nothing Carrie could do to stop her either and she knew that too. Carrie was hers now….hers for the weekend if she wanted her that long……no one would be back in the office until Monday. Kam pushed and pulled her fist from Carrie’s pussy. She fist fucked her until Carrie finally passed out.

Kam did leave her there….alone. She went back to her office, straightened it up and gathered her things…..and oh yeah….that e-mail….the one Carrie saw that started it all…Kam deleted it. It had been over two hours since their fight had first started. Kam hoped like hell the parking garage was empty as she crept down the hallway. She had found her panties, bra and skirt and put them on, but she didn’t want to explain her blouse or lack of. As she pulled out of the parking garage she called John and told him Carrie had quit and given her the keys. “No….no notice. No, she didn’t say where she was going.”

Carrie finally came to more than an hour later. She just lay there for a very long time and sobbed. She was finally able to move. She looked around. The office and copying room had been straightened back up. Everything was in place as she went to gather her things. She saw the copies Kam had made of her during the beating, the copies of her beaten swollen face, copies of her chest and forehead with those words written on her. One of the copies had a handwritten note from Kam on it.

Thought you’d like these little reminders of our night together. I have something better to remember it by….YOUR JOB!....and one more thing…..the security cameras did work. I have the only copy of the tape so don’t dare think of double crossing me. Enjoy the sheep!

Love Kam
XOXOXO

Carrie took the copies with her. She looked for her bra and panties and never found them. She looked at the clock, it was now past 10:00 in the evening. At least no one would see her like this. She rode the elevator down to the parking garage. Her car was gone. Damn, what to do now. She saw a piece of paper in the spot she had parked in. She looked around and knew no one was in the garage. She walked over and picked up the paper. It was another note from Kam.

Yes, I am an evil bitch! I had your car towed. Aren’t I a bad girl Did you have trouble finding your panties, bra, skirt and ripped up blouse….well I took them too. Hope you make it home safe. There’s a lot of freaks out there. I’d hate for you to get hurt….or……or…to have somebody see a pretty girl like you naked on the streets. No telling what those horny guys might do to a lovely girl like you if they can catch you. Well, enjoy the streak home. And if you ever want to fight again, well, you have my number.

Love Kam!
XOXOXO