BAD GIRLS by Dark Cloud

Colleen never saw the punch coming, she had just entered the shower block of the prison and had thought it strangely empty as she hung her towel up and stepped into the tiled enclosure. The fist that shot out from her right side and connected flush on Colleen's jaw had a D shaped piece of steel wrapped around it in an impromptu knuckle duster that gave it brutal impact when it landed. Her jaw and several of her perfect teeth were broken before the long haired blonde had fallen to the tiles.

"Fuckin' grass!" spat an angry, vicious voice.

The owner of the voice stepped out from the side of the entrance and reached down to the moaning blonde and pulled her up by her long ponytail. Colleen was virtually out on her feet as she was held bent over and a knee was smashed up into her face five vicious times. Somewhere in there her nose was broken and her lip badly cut. Finally her assailant released her hold on Colleen's hair and she sunk to her knees unconscious.

She was dragged by her hair over the tiles, leaving a bloody smear behind her then hauled up and her hair tied around piping to keep her held up. Then her body was used as a punchbag by her attacker. Over a two minute period (time was unfortunately short) over forty steel assisted punches battered into Colleen ribs, tits and stomach. She was like a walking bruise already. Her assailant stepped back to admire her handiwork, the destroyed once pretty features the battered body and the smile now crooked and bereft of teeth.

"Fuckin' grasses get what's coming to them bitch, we look after our own. I'll leave you with something to remember that by!"

And with that specially sharpened teeth circled first Colleen's left nipple then her right and bit them clean off her tits before making a sharp exit from the showers and leaving a bloodied and battered blonde hanging from the shower by her hair.

*

Misty Knight entered her cell whistling. I had been a good day in prison, if there was such a thing. She didn't have time to register that someone had followed her into the cell until it was too late and a baton had been swung and connected with the back of her knees. She dropped onto her front and seconds later handcuffs were pulled onto her wrists behind her back and she had a boot placed squarely in the base of her back preventing her from moving.

"I know I was you Misty."

Misty relaxed slightly as she recognised the voice as prison Officer Emma Frost, she had been worried for a moment.

"Don't know what you're talking about pig! You can't do this! I'll report you!"

Emma's foot lifted for a moment and Misty grinned but that swiftly changed as the heavy boot was then placed on the black girl's afro and pushed her face into the stone floor and ground it down.

"Yeah? I don't fucking think so bitch. It would not be that hard to set you up as a grass you know and of course you know what happens to grasses don't you Misty?"

"You can't prove anythin' blondie I was in the … urgh!"

"Shut up Misty I know where you say you were and who the witnesses were but I don't believe you or them. I know it was you, it has your nasty hallmarks. But you are right I can't prove it. But believe me one day you and me are going to cross swords and when you do I'll remember what you did to that poor girl and give it back to you in spades."

With that Emma spread Misty's thighs with her feet and took a hard swing of her boot that connect right in Misty's cunt. It brought tears to the tough as nails criminal and Emma casually uncuffed her then locked her, sobbing in the cell, holding her injured sex.

*

That was how the feud started although to he honest both women had taken an instant dislike to the other that transcended the usual prisoner / guard relationship. They were polar opposites in every way. Emma was tall, thin and blonde. With ice cold demeanour and sculpted physique she was the epitome of cool dominance. Misty was short and black, with a temper to match and big breasts and a big mouth. Misty was doing time for selling crack but the truth was she was running a ring and although the authorities knew that to be the case they could only get her for selling so she was on a short sentence and more than able to run her mini empire from inside the big house.

Colleen said nothing when she was in hospital and after her release. She would not finger who had perpetrated the violence insisting she had fallen over for fear of further reprisals. So nobody could do a thing, Misty got away with the attack and continued to goad Emma about it over the next few months, chiding that the guard could only take her when she was cuffed and that if they ever fought on the outside she would wipe the floor with her.

The normally cool Miss Frost nearly rose to the bait, taking off her sunglasses and glaring at Misty in the midst of a crowd of prisoners. But she stopped herself and instead flexed her biceps at the prisoners and laughed.

"I don't think so nigger, I don't think so. Not to a crack whore like you."

After that Emma took every opportunity to inconvenience Misty, searching her cell routinely, tripping her up, spitting in her meals, stealing stuff from her cell small things really but each designed to get under the skin of the prisoner. And it worked but Misty held her own temper and just managed to see out her sentence and return to her normal life and her old ways.

*

It was the Monday morning at the start of Emma's two week Summer vacation. She couldn't afford a foreign or long distance holiday so was just staying at home and doing stuff to her house. She was out for a morning run, maintaining her strict fitness regime. As she pounded the streets in her white trainers, white shorts and white vest top she became vaguely aware of a car moving slowly alongside her. She ignored it to begin with but when it became obvious it was following her she reluctantly stopped and turned to face it. She got a shock to see Misty almost hanging out of the window. Once Emma had stopped Misty hurried out of the car with a briefcase and stood before her nemesis. Emma was immediately on her guard but they were a fairly busy street, surely she wouldn't try anything here while still on parole.

"Bitch, I got a deal for you!"

"You!? What could someone like you ever offer me Misty? Go away before I report you for harassment."

"Yeah, wouldn't be the first trumped up charge you landed me with bitch, would it? NO, I can offer you something. This."

With a flourish Misty clicked open the briefcase and showed Emma the stacks of bank notes inside.

"Dirty drug money no doubt" snorted Emma.

"Maybe but there is $100,000 in legit, unmarked notes in there and they can all be yours, if you fight me in a fair fight, and win of course."

Emma stared at her enemy hard, she was considering it all and clearly had some interest, she was not greatly paid and that represented a lot of money to her. Finally she shook her head.

"No. it's some kind of set up. How could I trust you? What's in it for you?"

"What's in it for me bitch?? Really?? What's in it for me is I get to give you the beating I dreamed about every night in prison. An' believe me girl this is not a lot of money to me. It's chump change, you know? Anyway I can see why you think it's a set up. So you pick the place we fight, make it a nice deserted garage or something like that, don't tell me where it is and you come pick me up at a pre arranged point and drive me to it then we fight. Ain't no way I can set you up is there? I just want to fight you bitch. Or are you scared, was all your talk inside just you acting tough?"

Emma already knew the place she could house the battle but still did not trust Misty.

"I'm not scared of a nigger runt like you Misty. OK I'll take the fight but one last condition - we fight naked, I wouldn't put it past you to bring a weapon with you so before we fight we take all our clothes off so I can be sure you aren't trying anything on."

"Sure, no problem bitch. You set the time and place then phone me on this number (she handed Emma a piece of paper). Don't leave it too long though in case you chicken out of it. I'll bring this case and if you beat me you can leave with it but if I win I am going to rock you world bitch! Payback baby, payback."

With that Misty felt in the case and pulled out a long, thick dildo and pointed it at the prison guard.

"Yeah, whatever Misty you won't get to use it. But listen I have the perfect place in mind so why don't you just wait here, I'll be back in ten minutes with my car and we can do it straight away, I don't want to wait do you?"

"Sooner the better bimbo, sooner the better!"

Emma jogged off home, thoughts already turning towards the lock up that one of her friends who was on a round the world cruise had left her to look after. It would be perfect for this fight, absolutely perfect!

*

Some twenty minutes later Emma returned. Misty was as good as her word, she got out of her car and the driver took off and Misty and the briefcase got into Emma's car. The two women sat in stony silence as Emma drove through the city and down towards the dockyards. Eventually she came to a stop outside a pretty deserted warehousing area and used a key to unlock a large, bare, stone floored garage. She turned on the bare bulb that brightly illuminated the garage and both women took in their surroundings. It was claustrophobic, about fifteen feet wide by double that long and there was nothing at all in it. Misty nodded her approval.

"Uh huh. This will do fine bitch. Just fine."

With that she entered the garage and walked to a far corner and put her briefcase down and began to strip off. Emma entered after her and lowered the door and locked it from the inside, the grilles above the door ensuring there was plenty of air. Then Emma stripped off herself and dumped her running clothes in the corner opposite Misty's.

They turned and stood in their respective corners glaring at their opponent.

"So what are the rules Misty?"

"No rules bitch. Anything goes until one of us quits and submits to the other. Then you either get that money or I get to play with you. Simple, easy, you understand bitch?"

"Yes."

"Good then it's on!"

And with those words the battle between these to determined, tough women was commenced. Both were equally certain they would never quit, would never submit to their hated rival. Neither could afford to lose yet one of them would.

Misty did not hesitate and charged across the expanse between the two, letting out a shout of anger, an flung herself at her former gaoler. It was a dumb tactic. Even as Misty's arms were arcing out to fling punches Emma's foot swung up and connected right in the dark girl's gut, just above the mass of curls between her legs. Emma is trying to keep herself under full control and as Misty staggers back she grabs her wrist, twists it the spins her foe around so that Misty's arm is pulled behind her in an armlock. Emma pulls and twists on the wrist in a classic controlling move, but what the cool blonde hasn't reckoned on is Misty reaching her other hand back, between Emma's legs and slashing at her tight pussy with her long, vicious fingernails.

"Aaargh! You dirty bitch" squeals Emma and she is forced to release her hold on Misty's arm.

Shaking her arm Misty snarls and charges at Emma again, this time the top of her head smacks hard right into the blonde's gut and Emma takes the blow and reels back, trying to keep her feet but failing and she smacks back hard on her shoulders and the back of her head too. Moments later Misty is on top of her, straddling her tits and raining punch after punch down on Emma's exposed face.

"Fucking screw!"

PUNCH

"Fucking bitch!"

PUNCH

"Blonde cunt!"

PUNCH

It is carthartic to Misty, letting all the months of pent up aggression out on her foe and these are hard punches, she actually is hurting her own knuckles with them as well as doing good damage to Emma's face. The damage is immediately visible on the cream skinned blonde, a punch to her eyebrow was right on the bone and it instantly swells up, another punch to the mouth has smashed Emma's lip into a tooth and a small cut appears to be bleeding. Misty wanted the nose but her punch to it missed it's target and has bruised Emma's cheek instead.

After the shock and those three unblocked blows Emma comes to her senses and knows she can't let this continue. Using her legs she rolls and managed to dislodge Misty, throwing her off as she rolls as far away as she can get. But Misty is on her feet quickly.

"Can't run you fucking white chicken, you got no uniform of back up, it's just you and me now An' I'm gonna oooooooohhhhh!"

Misty's diatribe is interrupted by a hard uppercut between her legs connecting with her pubic bone. The black girl's face registered surprise and pain as she drops to her knees beside Emma.

"Guess I'm gonna have to sink to your level nigger and fight dirty, eh?"

Emma pushed herself to her feet and grabbed Misty's afro the smashed her knee forward into Misty's face. Misty just managed to turn her face some 9thoguh it tore at her hair) and the knee smashed into her cheek rather than her nose but it was still a devastating blow. Emma kept a tight grip of Misty's hair and lined her up for another knee. Misty was desperate, she knew this was not a good position and she ignored the ache in the side of her face and rammed her head forward, driving it into Emma's gut and keeping on powering it with her legs, driving Emma's back into the stone wall of the garage. It winded Emma and Misty took the chance to drive her knee up aiming between Emma's thighs. It wasn't a great shot but some of it landed. Misty then hooked her nails (which she had cut into points as she had waited on Emma's return earlier) and latched all ten into the blonde's pert breast at the top them dragged them downwards creating ten ugly, red furrows in Emma's skin the length of her tits. That made Emma scream at the burning agony.

"Bitch! I invented dirty fighting cunt!"

They were tit against tit, Misty holding Emma up against the wall as she tried to kick her feet open, Misty wanted to get her deadly claws on the prison officers pussy now, that would get a submission she was sure. Emma ignored the pain in her breasts, ignored the sensation of blood on them and forced her hands back into Misty's hair and began to wrench and tear with all her strength. Chunks of the black girls afro were tugged straight from her scalp and that got screams too and Misty had to back off. Taking five steps back and the two glared at each other with hate in their eyes. Emma chucking the clumps of hair in her hands to the ground and kept her eyes on her foe but she wanted to tend to her ripped breasts and busted face. Misty was ahead and they both knew it.

"Save yourself a world of hurt blondie, if you get down on your knees now and beg to submit I might just accept it."

Emma just laughed and waved her foe forwards and Misty was not slow to comply. She walked into a punch that sank into her large breasts. It staggered her and she could not block the next nor the next. Emma realised she had the reach advantage and had to keep the dirty black bitch as far away from her body as she could. Misty winced from the shots to her tits but she kept coming forward only to be hit again. But Misty kept coming until Emma's back was back against the wall again and this time Misty caught Emma's fist as it hit her and she managed to hook her nails into Emma's right boob and begin ripping again.

The pain was intense but Emma managed to withstand it and with misty close in now Emma did the only thing she could and headbutted her opponent in the face. That brought a satisfying crack from the bridge of Misty's nose and she staggered back holding her face and wobbling before losing her footing and collapsing on her big black ass. Emma wasted no time rushing forward and kicking her right in the tits knocking her onto her back. Instinctively, before Emma straddled her Misty rolled over trying to escape but all that happened was that Emma ended up straddling her while Misty was face down on the concrete. It was a bad position to be in.

Emma punched and hit the back of Misty's head and neck while Misty could do little to stop it. Her hands were trapped under her body. Emma then took a handful of hair again and forced Misty's face down into the concrete, busted nose and all and started to harshly rub her face on the hard, unforgiving surface. A minute of that and Misty's face felt raw and tender, the skin scrubbed away.

"Come on Misty, give it up, I'll have you rubbed down to the bone before long!"

"Fuck off bitch!"

It didn't sound like Misty was going to quit anytime soon so Emma changed tack, gripping her hair again she hauled the black woman to her feet then ran across the length of the garage, dragging her foe behind her to ram her head right into the metal roll down door. It made a hell of a racket and left a blood smeared dent in the inside of the door and Misty collapsed to the ground on her back. Quick as a flash Emma grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart before dropping her knee right onto Misty's unprotected crotch. That brought an animalistic howl from the drug dealer and Emma held her knee there and ground it in.

"How about now nigger? Want to give now?"

"Nooooooooo!"

Emma stood up and did the same move again, this time even harder. The only problem with this though it hurt Misty bad was that Misty was waiting for it and through the agony in her cunt she gritted her teeth and swung her right hand at the right time for her talon like fingernails to slash into Emma’s tits as she knelt on her, raking four red welts across Emma's left tit. It was unexpected and painful and Emma forgot about grindingg her knee in again and clutched at her injured and bleeding tits. Ignoring her own pain Misty swung her left foot and managed to kick Emma in the side of the head to fully get her off her and they both lay panting and in agony on the cold, blood stained floor of the barren garage.

Both proud, injured, determined warrior women forced themselves to get up. Defeat was not an option for either. On their knees they started brawling again. A series of slaps rung both their ears but neither took an advantage. They sunk their nails into each other's hair again and stumbled and staggered to their feet. Pushing and pulling at the other as they got up, bumping into the walls and trying to land bows on the other. During this unruly scramble Emma managed to snag Misty's left hand and her training came back to her in a flash, she twisted the black hand right around and lifted Misty's arm up straight putting a tremendous strain on her foe's arm.

"Give it up you slut or I'll break it, I swear I will" demanded the bleeding blonde.

Misty had not known pain like this, her whole arm was teetering on snapping and the strain was unbearable but she knew she could not submit to this woman. Somehow she reached her other hand up and stabbed her finger into Emma's eye. Emma gave a cry and overbalanced backwards. She knew she was close to making Misty quit and tried to keep her hold on. But as Emma reeled back she put her arm out to try and stop herself falling. She was further from the wall than she though and her arm was still outstretched as she fell full weight on her side her arm fully extended. Misty rolled clear but had heard the audible pop of Emma's shoulder coming out of it's socket and dislocating and if she hadn't the way the blonde was writhing and feeling at her shoulder would have clued her in.

Through the blood on her face Misty gave a terrifying grin and jumped in the air and landed with her knee right on the shoulder joint. Emma gave a high pitched squeal and was now openly sobbing both at the pain and the almost certain knowledge she must lose from here.

"Tough break bitch, submit now you're done."

"F-Fuck y-you!"

"Glad you feel like that bitch."

Misty wrenched Emma up by her long blonde hair and pulled her so she was bent over and measured a ferocious knee square into Emma's face, destroying her nose instantly. Emma cried out before dropping to her knees and falling over and trying to roll up into a ball. Misty kicked her over onto her front then mounted her back and cruelly wrenched back on the dislocated arm and bent it behind Emma's back as she hissed in the crying blonde's ear.

"You're finished Screw and you know it. Fuck all you can do now, look at you bleeding like a stuffed pig from you face and those false tits of yours. You're fucked. Give up. Quit. Submit to me."

Emma heard the words through a haze of extreme pain and knew she was correct but could not bring herself to utter them. She could not face defeat yet. Her grim silence soon frustrated Misty.

"think you’re tough do you? We'll see about that bitch."

Misty twisted Emma's useless arm harder than before and her sharp nails reached down and between Emma's thighs and found the blondes pussy. Emma tensed as she realised what was about to happen and seconds after Misty had jammed her nails into her pussy lips and started tearing Emma screamed her submission.

"Aaargh! I give! I give! Submit! Submit! Stop! Please stop! Aaaargh! I give up!"

Misty gleefully kept the hold locked in placed and scratched and ripped Emma's cunt up to her hearts content while sending electric bolts of pain through her foe's shoulder. Finally she relented and released Emma, letting the defeated prison officer flop defeated on her face in a puddle of blood from her nose.

"Fucking knew I could beat you bitch, just a matter of time! And you know this is just the start you're mine know, all mine!"

With that Misty staggered over to her briefcase and rifled through it withdrawing a set of handcuffs which she used to cuff Emma's wrists together behind her back. Emma cried that it was pulling on her dislocated shoulder but Misty clearly could not have cared less. She then withdrew the mammoth dildo from the briefcase along with a specially designed strap on harness and proceeded to step into it and strap it tightly in place at her crotch.

Emma somehow managed to lift her head up and saw Misty standing over her looking like a vision straight from her own personal hell. She groaned and faced down again lacing the strength or courage to continue watching as Misty got down on her knees and gloated.

"Oh yes baby I'm gonna enjoy this. You know I'm a great lover of cock and I've taken some big ones in my time and this thing was specially moulded round the dick of my biggest lover and I never was able to take him in the ass, I wonder if you can?"

Emma wanted to protest, complain, beg even for her not to do this but she just did not possess the energy and just lay, cuffed and face down as Misty got around behind her, lifted up Emma's hips and lined the huge tip up with Emma's tiny, puckered asshole.

"Awww, what a shame I ain't got any lube, guess I'm just gonna have to do you dry!"

Misty cackled as she gave a hefty shove forward and slowly and cruelly forced her phallus into the prison officers dry asshole. Emma gave a gurgled scream and then gave a stream of incoherent, desperate pleas as Misty pushed and forced the plastic dick further and further inside, stretching Emma's asshole all the way then pulling back to dry fuck her.

"This is how they do it inside bitch, but then you should know that being a fucking Screw!"

Misty was in no hurry and she fucked Emma like that for the best part of half an hour, all the time recovering from her own injuries. When she finally stopped thrusting she unclipped the strap on and left it buried deep inside Emma's bowels. Emma's body shuddered and Misty got up and rolled the blonde over so her arms were trapped beneath her.

"Now I'm gonna get dressed and am going to go and freshen up and get a few things to keep us entertained for a few more hours. But before I go is there a toilet in here? No, then I guess your mouth is gonna have to do."

Emma's eyes went wide as the dark woman placed her feet either side of her head and squatted down over Emma's face. With the state Emma’s nose was in she had been almost exclusively breathing through her mouth since the fight ended and she could not afford to shut her lips easily. She flinched and blinked as the harsh, warm stream of stinking urine hit her face then Misty adjusted her position to better target Emma's mouth and the blonde soon tasted the vile, viscous liquid. Misty pissed like a horse, long and hard, by the time she was done she had completely covered Emma’s face and hair and cut tits and there was an unnatural yellow sheen to her damaged body. Misty finally rose up, loving the mess she had made of her enemy, with worse to come.

"I'll leave you now to wallow in my piss and your blood. Don't miss me too much bitch!"

With that Misty got dressed took Emma's clothes and keys and left then locked the garage.

*

It was three long hours before Misty returned. It was dark outside (and in because Misty had turned off the lights when she left leaving Emma cuffed, helpless and in complete darkness) and the returning car had been the first noise Emma had heard in all that time. Emma was sore all over, her shoulder the worst it still being dislocated, the remnants of her nose throbbed fiercely while the cats all over her breasts stung. She also knew that no one would miss her for days such was her lifestyle, particularly when on holiday.

"I'm back bitch, did you miss me?"

Emma's voice clogged up and was cloying from her lack of speech and water, the taste of Misty's piss still prevalent in her mouth.

"P-Please Misty, let me go. My shoulder's killing me. You won, please show mercy."

Misty shut and locked the roller door and dropped a holdall next to Emma's head before clearing her throat and spitting a glob of phlegm right into Emma's face.

"Mercy! Mercy! You'll get no fucking mercy here cunt! You're the system bitch, a Screw, a Hack, you'll get what's fucking coming to you."

Angrily Misty dropped to her knees and pounded Emma senseless with a flurry of punches, this time her knuckles were encased in a real knuckle duster and they easily opened Emma's cuts up again and more besides. Out of breath after a minute of that Misty broke off and surveyed the fresh carnage she had wrought. Emma was still conscious but barely. Misty held off beating her enemy any more, she wanted the blonde bitch to be awake for the next part of her punishment. From the bag she withdrew a fully charged battery powered shaver and turned it on so that it buzzed just inches from Emma's uncomprehending eyes.

She comprehended quickly enough when Misty pushed it into her fringe and in one movement pulled it the length of Emma's skull, shaving off a large amount of her hair in the process.

"You know what I really fucking hated in the joint? Watching you flounce about, you and that fucking long, blonde hair. Bitch you wouldn't believe how fucking badly I hated your fucking hair!"

Emma began to cry again and Misty made a second then a third pass over her scalp giving her a brutally ugly buzz cut in the process.

Emma bawled like a baby as she was shorn. It was music to Misty's ears. She took out a camera from the bag and took several pictures of Emma in that state, telling her.

"I bet all the girls back in the slammer will be delighted to get these! I bet they won't be able to wait until your first day back, eh?"

At least it was encouragement to Emma that Misty had plans to actually let her get back to her life, but not much more than that. The black girl then took a heavy pair of ankle shackles from the bag and placed them around Emma's legs.

"We're going soon and we can't have you running off before I've had all my fun, can we?"

Misty lifted the garage doors and two men that had been waiting in the car, Misty's dealers got out and dragged Emma over to her own car and dumped her in the boot before they took off. It was not a long journey but Emma had no clue where they were when the boot was popped and she was carried out into a dark alleyway and carried into a back shop and dumped in a large chair. From all the pictures on the walls it was clearly a tattoo parlour and realising that made Emma's blood run cold.

They left Emma there as misty explained what she wanted done, hearing that the woman was a prison guard and that Misty was paying for this session the artiste was more than happy to comply with her requests.

In all Emma Frost received three large tattoos that night. The first took up a large portion of her lower back and read clearly "I LOVE BLACK COCKS". The second was tattooed across her midriff and read "WILL FUCK FOR $10". The last was cruelly lined up right across her forehead, now so brutally exposed and read "NAZI WHORE" with a Swastika symbol at the beginning and end.

Emma was restrained throughout the whole thing and once it was over the men tossed her into the back alley outside where Misty had arranged a gang of youths to be waiting for the coup de grace of the night - a hard gang rape that saw Emma taken in every way imaginable by over ten black youths. After it was over Misty strutted over to stand over the battered and bruised body of Emma and spat one more time in her face.

"I guess we're even now cunt."

And strolled away into the evening leaving the shaven raped, battered, disfigured blonde inert on the road as the rain started to fall on her.