Office War Part Two – Carrie’s Revenge?
By CS Custom

Carrie lost not only a fight to Kam in the Office War, but she also lost her job. The beautiful young welsh woman had been very disappointed she had to quit her job, but what made it worse was knowing Kam had replaced her. Finding another job wouldn’t be that hard she had thought, but the economy had soured and for two months she remained unemployed. Her bank account was starting to dwindle so she took a job waiting tables in a local pub in London very near the old high rise office building she had worked in. Carrie thought to herself it was bad enough having to take a job she felt was inferior to her education, but now she was waiting tables in a pub wearing short skirts that barely covered her ass and push up bras and blouses half opened to show off her 34C breasts. Her manager felt it helped bring in the male customers. It offended Carrie but she needed the money.

To Carrie’s surprise, many of her former co-workers came in for drinks one Friday afternoon. Fortunately for her, her shift was ending so she didn’t have to stay and serve them. She was even more surprised to see Kam walk in and join them for drinks. She had always thought of Kam as a prude, not the type to frequent a pub. The Indian woman had pretty much kept to herself when Carrie worked there and dressed conservatively, but not now. Kam sat down and ordered a drink, slipped off her topcoat and placed it over her chair. Kam was wearing a very low cut blouse that did little to conceal her 34D breasts. This was a stark difference to the girl Carrie worked with just a couple of months ago.

Carrie stayed out of sight as the night wore on, staring intently at Kam. Her new co-workers asked several times what was wrong, but Carrie just stood there staring, not responding. Her anger boiled all night until finally Kam stood and put her topcoat back on. Kam said her good byes to her co-workers and headed out. Carrie quickly walked to the door and peaked out making sure Kam wasn’t looking back. A brisk wind shot down the crowded street and Kam was in a big hurry to get out of the cold. She walked quickly not looking back. Carrie realizing Kam wasn’t paying attention to anything behind her followed. A little over a mile later, Kam cut across the street and entered a small flat. Carrie waited a few minutes thinking carefully about what she was about to do.

Inside her home, Kam took off her topcoat. She walked into her small kitchen and started a pot of coffee. The chill of the day had to be knocked off, nothing a hot cup of her favorite coffee couldn’t do. She walked back into her bedroom and slipped out of her work clothes. She removed her bra as well and put on a pair of old sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt. Man did she need that cup of coffee. The few drinks she had at the pub had her just a little tipsy. She went back into the kitchen and poured the cup and did it smell good. She walked into her den and took a seat on her large sofa, grabbed the remote and turned on the television and curled up sipping her coffee. The knock on her door startled her. She wasn’t expecting company.

Kam got up and went to the door. She took a look through the peephole and could just see the back of a brunette woman’s head. Kam opened the door. “Yes, can I help you?”
Carrie spun around and attacked, slapping Kam in the face and then shoving her back into her apartment where she stumbled and fell flat on her ass. “Bet you thought you were done with me didn’t you dot head!”

Kam tried to get to her feet but Carrie was on her the second she slammed the door shut knocking her back flat on her back. Kam screamed for help but no one could hear her. Carrie was pounding her as she sat across her chest. Kam hadn’t even been able to get her hands in front of her face to protect herself. She could taste blood in her mouth now. Carrie had already busted her lip and there was no sign she was going to let up. Kam started to work her hands up finally as Carrie’s arms began to tire from the non-stop pounding she was giving Kam. Carrie grabbed one of her wrists as she stood pulling Kam into a sitting position. Carrie drove her knee into Kam’s face next catching her flush on the cheek. The salty taste of her own blood was filling her mouth. She rolled over and tried to crawl, but Carrie kept after her.

Carrie grabbed a handful of Kam’s jet black hair and pulled back hard. Carrie had a large handful of black hair in her hand now as she snatched it from Kam’s head. Kam’s scalp was on fire as long strands of hair were pulled from her head. She continued to crawl away from Carrie toward her couch. Carrie reached out and grabbed another handful of hair. Just as she spun Kam around, Kam grabbed her cup of hot coffee off the side table next to her couch and threw the hot liquid into Carrie’s face. It was still hot enough to cause Carrie some discomfort as the liquid hit her eyes and it also gave Kam the moment she needed to compose herself and fight back.

Carrie’s hands rubbed the pain in her eyes for a brief second, but then she was on the defense as Kam grabbed her brunette hair and threw her across the room into the wall. Sheetrock smashed as Carrie went into the wall and fell to the floor. Kam ran across the room toward Carrie. She shoved her bare foot into Carrie’s throat as she pushed her flat on the floor. Carrie’s hands struggled as she tried to pry the Indian woman’s foot off her. Kam used her weight advantage as she tried to crush Carrie’s throat as she grabbed an exposed stud in the wall for leverage and stood on top of Carrie. “I kicked your Welsh ass last time sheep shagger…..this time I’ll fucking kill you!”

Kam finally stepped off. Carrie coughed violently, her hands grasping her throat as she desperately tried to draw oxygen into her lungs. “Well I see you still haven’t learned to dress properly slut. Let me help you with these hideous rags.” Kam reached down and grabbed the front of Carrie’s blouse and ripped it open. Kam dragged Carrie away from the wall back into the center of her den by her hair. Kam sat down across Carrie’s chest and began slapping her face from side to side. Kam stood up and dropped back down with her ass on Carrie’s stomach. Carrie rolled over and Kam pulled the thin ripped blouse off and tossed it to the side.

Now Carrie was the one crawling trying to get away. Kam grabbed her by the skirt and still Carrie tried to crawl away. The material stretched over Carrie’s hips and Kam pulled hard, finally removing them as well. Carrie got back against the wall and turned. Kam, full of confidence now, came at her. Carrie pulled her legs tight against her as Kam approached. She thrust her foot out, still wearing her thin heels from work. The heel caught Kam along the inside of her thigh as she tried to step aside. The heel tore a small hole in her sweatpants before digging into her skin. The hard scrape to her thigh drew her attention away from Carrie for only a split second, but it was just enough for Carrie to get back on the attack. She grabbed a chunk of the broken sheetrock and swung it at Kam. White powder filled the air as it busted apart when it made contact with Kam’s head. Both girls coughed as the dust was sucked into their lungs.

Carrie managed to clear herself first and grabbed Kam’s hair again. She slung her across the room. Kam stumbled and fell backwards into the edge of her couch. Carrie saw her ripped blouse and picked it up, wrapping it around Kam’s throat now. Carrie sat on Kam’s back now as she choked the larger woman. Kam’s hands pounded her carpeted floor as Carrie choked her. Kam was clawing the floor, trying to pull herself away from Carrie. As Kam’s body started to go limp, Carrie released the choke. Kam didn’t move as Carrie pushed the thick sweatshirt up her back and over her head. Carrie moved in front of her and pulled the sweatshirt off exposing the dark skinned upper torso of Kam.

Carrie rolled Kam over and then buried her ass on Kam’s face, further suffocating her. She then dug her fingernails into Kam’s bared breasts. Kam’s feet kicked wildly as Carrie ripped her tender tit flesh, her screams muffled by Carrie’s ass. Once again, Kam’s body began to go limp from her breathing being cut off. Carrie stood up and looked down at the dark skinned woman laid out on the floor. Carrie jumped up quickly onto the couch and then dove out, driving her foot into Kam’s stomach. Kam only slightly responded to the blow. Carrie swiftly moved to pull the sweatpants off Kam next and then slid her panties down, exposing her full black bush. She grabbed a handful of Kam’s dark pubic hair and ripped away. Kam’s body responded as she let out a low grunt, her head turning slightly. Carrie again ripped another handful of hair out and then shoved it in Kam’s mouth. Kam gagged as the thick curly hairs were shoved in her mouth.

As Kam started to try to pull herself up, Carrie grabbed her ankles and split them wide. Kam’s eyes opened lazily. She had just a split second to prepare for the knee Carrie was dropping, but it wasn’t enough to prevent the knee from sending massive pains through her body as it impacted her pubic bone. Kam’s body sprang to life from the intense pain and Carrie dropped down again. Kam sobbed as Carrie threw her ankles to her left leaving Kam curled up on the floor. Carrie ran to Kam’s bedroom looking for anything to use against her former co-worker. She opened Kam’s closet and found a wide leather belt. She grabbed it and ran back to the den.

Kam had crawled to the telephone and was just starting to dial for help when Carrie stopped her with a hard crack of the belt across her back. Carrie hung the phone up and then ripped it out of the wall to prevent Kam from trying to call again. Kam’s back arched as Carrie struck again with the large belt. When her body arched forward on the next blow, Carrie grabbed Kam’s arms and pulled back. She put a foot in the center of Cam’s back and pulled hard. Kam screamed as her arms were almost pulled from their sockets. Kam’s body went down to the carpet. Carrie was now standing over her pulling her arms grotesquely behind her with one foot planted on the floor and the other firmly in the center of her back.

“PLEASE CARRIE…..PLEASE……GOD MY ARMS…….YOU’RE FUCKING BREAKING MY ARMS……OH GOD PLEASE!”

“Shut up you pathetic fucking wog! You took my job! You took the life I had away from me. You fucked me, left me naked, stole my fucking car and made me walk home like that. So pardon me wog if I don’t have any pity for you and this little pain you’re in at the moment!”

“PLEASE CARRIE…..OH GOD PLEASE…..MY ARMS……..I QUIT….PLEASE, I BEG YOU….I QUIT!”

“No bitch! What I want is to fucking destroy you. To tear you apart, to rip your tits off, to abuse your pussy so bad you never feel pleasure from any man!” Carrie pushed Kam’s arms in more to the center and Kam’s sobs turned into screams for a moment. “OH GOD….OH GOD….OH GOD…..NO….PLEASE CARRIE…..PLEASE!”

Carrie finally let go. Kam’s arms fell to her side but she couldn’t move them. She felt Carrie sit down across her back. Carrie put her hands beneath Kam’s chin and pulled up. Farther and farther she pulled up arching Kam’s back. Kam’s arms were hurting so bad she couldn’t use them at all to put up any resistance. Carrie would ease up just a bit and then pull back hard. Kam could only sob. Carrie was screaming at her. “Remember this bitch! Remember bending me like this you fucking wog! Come on! Scream bitch! Scream you fucking Paki!”

Carrie finally released Kam after several minutes. She drew her foot back and kicked Kam in the side of her face. Carrie surveyed the room for a few minutes and then walked out. Kam could hear Carrie in her bedroom. She could hear drawers opening and being slammed shut, but what was Carrie looking for. Then she remembered something. The video tape! Carrie was looking for that tape. Carrie finally went back into Kam’s closet. She pulled boxes of off shelves and then she found it. The tape! Finally she had the copy of the tape that Kam had of that night they fought in the office. Interesting though was another object she found in the box. Kam had a strap on dildo hidden in the box in her closet.

Carrie had the one thing she wanted most, the tape, but now she had something else to use on Kam. “Oh Kam! Guess what I found in here……you nasty little wog! What have you been up to? I’d sure like to know who you’ve been using this on.”

Carrie came out of the bedroom and turned into the den. Where was Kam? Carrie turned just in time to be struck in the head with a plaque Kam had on the counter. Carrie fell like a rock to the floor and Kam fell with her. Her arms hurt like hell but now she had Carrie in a bad spot. Kam tried as best she could to bring life back to her aching shoulders. Carrie moaned as she rolled over. Kam unsnapped Carrie’s bra quickly and tossed it away. She picked the plaque back up and waited on Carrie to sit back up. When she did, Kam delivered another hard shot with the thick wooden plaque. She grabbed Carrie by an ankle and slowly dragged her into the center of her den. Kam’s left arm hurt worse than her right and she held it tight against her body as she went for the strap on dildo.

Kam stepped into the harness and got it attached. She walked back over to Carrie and slipped her panties off. Carrie was on her stomach, naked on the floor. Kam grabbed Carrie by her hips and lifted her off the floor just a bit. She lined the dildo up and shoved it inside Carrie’s pussy from behind. Kam leaned forward, again using her weight advantage to hold Carrie in place as she began fucking her. Carrie’s head was foggy from the hard blows and it took a few minutes for her to realize what was happening to her.

Kam pulled the dildo out. It was coated with Carrie’s juices and she lined it up with Carrie’s asshole. She began pushing it into Carrie’s ass. Carrie’s knees began to slide out as Kam pushed harder on top of her and the dildo slid into her ass. “No….no….not my ass……no Kam……stop…….damn you……you will not…….oh god….no….you will not…..”

“Shut up sheep shagger! Take it! Take my cock in your ass like a good sheep would!”

“Damn you Kam.....I’m……not…….done…..with…….you…….yet!”

Carrie was struggling, trying to worm free from underneath Kam. She could feel Kam’s heavy breasts on her back. Her asshole was on fire as Kam slid in and out of her tight ass. For several minutes Kam pounded Carrie’s virgin ass with the massive dildo. Carrie’s senses were fully restored from the hard blow to her head and now she struggled mightily to break free from Kam and the fucking. Finally, Carrie slipped out from under Kam, the large dildo plopping out of her ass and she rolled away.

Carrie stood glaring at Kam as both women stood facing each other. “You are so going to pay for that you fucking Paki!”

“I was just getting started with you! You must have really enjoyed our time together the last time since you came back for more you disgusting whore!”

Kam unstrapped the dildo knowing they weren’t done fighting yet and tossed it aside. She charged at Carrie. Carrie was more than ready this time fueled by the anger that had continued to build as Kam fucked her. She grabbed Kam by her hair and fell backwards. Using Kam’s momentum against her, she placed her foot in Kam’s stomach and flipped her over. Kam crashed against her couch, her ass striking the hard edge. “Oh fuck!”

Carrie quickly spun around on the floor. Kam’s head was on the floor, her legs on the couch cushions. Carrie hooked her thighs around Kam’s head and grabbed her ankles bending Kam toward her. Kam’s face was now buried underneath Carrie’s pussy. Carrie shoved her finger into Kam’s pussy. “How you like it down their dot head? Since you like fucking pussy why don’t you get you a good taste of mine!” Carrie ground her pussy hard on Kam’s face. Carrie was fucking Kam hard with her finger, then she added another. She continued shoving the two fingers in and then added a third. “Yeah….you like my fingers fucking that nasty pussy of yours, don’t you Kam?” Carrie added a fourth and worked her over some more.

Kam was yelling at her the entire time, but with Carrie’s pussy smothering her lips you couldn’t hear a word. Carrie finally forced her entire fist inside Kam. Kam’s hands were now free and she slapped at Carrie’s sides trying everything to get Carrie off her. Carrie squeezed her thighs together even harder, further suffocating Kam. She could feel the fight leaving Kam’s body as she began to go limp. Carrie continued fist fucking Kam, screaming wildly at her. “Take it you fucking Paki! Feel that fucking pussy stretching bitch! Come on you piece of shit! Fight back! Come on cunt…….fucking fight back!”

Kam was out. Carrie had sat on her face so long Kam had finally passed out. Carrie sensed she was out and stood up. She slung Kam’s dark legs aside. She pulled Kam to her knees and leaned her back against the sofa. Carrie stood in front of her and began slapping Kam’s face from side to side. “Come on bitch! Wake the fuck up! Come on cunt! Fight me damn it!” For over a minute Carrie slapped Kam’s face from side to side. Blood began to trickle down Kam’s face as her lip began to bleed again from the repeated slapping. She began to groan as she fell sideways down onto the floor. Carrie grabbed Kam’s ankles and pulled her away from the sofa. Then she spread Kam’s legs and began stomping Kam’s pussy. Kam’s body responded with each stomp, a low grunt coming from her mouth as her body tensed with each strike.

Carrie saw the dildo and grabbed it. She pulled Kam’s head from the floor and shoved the dildo in her mouth. “Lick it clean cunt! Suck your big friend!” Kam gagged as Carrie forced the massive dildo in and out of her mouth. Carrie pulled it out and slapped it upside Kam’s face then she dropped it. Carrie pulled back her right fist as she held Kam’s hair with her left and tilted Kam’s head giving her the perfect angle to drive her balled fist down over and over into Kam. With each word spoken, Carrie delivered another hard punch. “YOU……COST……ME……MY….JOB
….CUNT….YOU….COST…..ME……EVERYTHING…..DAMN YOU……DAMN YOU KAM!”

Kam’s face was now bruised and her left eye swollen from the repeated punches landing on her face. Carrie pushed Kam over easily with her foot. Carrie went back to Kam’s room and found a camera. She came back out and took several pictures of Kam’s nude battered body lying on the floor. She shoved the dildo in Kam’s abused pussy and snapped a few more pictures. Then she pulled the memory card out of the camera and put it in her purse. She grabbed an old t-shirt of Kam’s and put it on and then found a pair of old sweat pants and put them on too. Kam was finally sitting up, leaning against the wall when Carrie came back into the room. “Got to go get me some prints made real quick of our little encounter. I’m sure everybody at the office is really going to enjoy these.” Before leaving, Carrie picked up the tape of the beating she had taken at the office.

“Please Carrie……no…….don’t send them to the office.”

“Figure out a way to get my old job back for me then bitch!”

“I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can. Offer to go back to your little trivial do nothing dead end job and do whatever it takes to get MY job back. If you don’t……..EVERYBODY…….AND I MEAN EVERYBODY UP THERE WILL GET COPIES OF WHAT I DID TO YOU TODAY!”

Kam had to call in sick the next week. The swelling and bruising to her face was so bad she didn’t want anyone to see her like that. She talked to her boss and told him she had seen Carrie and he could call her to cover for her in her absence until she returned. A week later Kam walked into the office. Carrie was there and they exchanged hard glares with each other as they passed. Kam went to John’s office and closed the door. As she began to talk to him about Carrie coming back to work permanently, he turned and tossed two envelopes to Kam. She opened the first and pulled out the pictures of her from the beating Carrie had given her. She slowly turned from picture to picture.

Then she opened the second envelope. They were pictures of the first fight at the office. But how did he have copies of that night. Only the video system had copies of that night and she had taken the tape. She knew she hadn’t shared it with anyone and certainly Carrie wouldn’t want anyone to know about that night. “John……how did you……I don’t understand.”

He pushed the button on his phone. “Carrie…..please come into my office.”

Carrie opened the door and stopped in her steps. “What is she doing in here? Why do you need me?”

“Shut the door, sit down and shut up, both of you. Kam, hand her the envelopes.”

Carrie thumbed through the photos. She turned toward Kam. “How could you?”

“How could I? How could you? I didn’t give them to him.”

“Neither did I?” Both girls looked at John very confused. Together they asked him, “How did you get these?”

A sly grin crossed his face. “You stupid bitches! You think the video system in this office only goes to one recorder. The backup system is here in my office. I wondered what happened to cause Carrie to quit so suddenly with no notice so I went back and looked at the tape. You ladies of course know what I found on the tape. That’s where the first set of pictures came from.”

Carrie accepted that but how did he get the pictures she had taken. “Well, the other set was a little more difficult. When Kam left the pub I saw you sneak out behind her. I knew what had happened here in the office so I followed you to her place. I stood outside and listened to everything. Sounded like I missed a pretty good fight. I followed you to where you got the photos printed. After you left, I paid the guy 100 pounds to make me a set. I must say, I enjoyed both sets equally and now we have a dilemma on our hands. Kam won the first fight. Carrie won the second. You both want the same job so how do I decide who gets it.”

They both tried to speak but John stopped them instantly. “I will decide how this goes down and I already have an idea. You both work here, but in lesser positions than what you are accustomed to. One month from this weekend you will fight again, for my pleasure this time.” He handed both women a card with an address on it. “Show up here four weeks from this Friday prepared to fight. I’ll give you the rules and stipulations then.”

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