Story title: Down & Out III
Author: Captain Marvel
With Thanks to Tr0zt and other distinguished contributors
Fiction and may contain materials which are not suitable for minors.

Callie had been sitting head down at her desk, busy going over some upcoming summer event scheduling for her administrative position. She was totally focused on the task at hand, and didn’t hear anything as someone approached her. That someone was Mariam, who had been spoiling for another fight with the thin beauty ever since their last encounter.

Coffee cup in one hand, Mariam sashayed by Callie’s workspace and casually reached over the low wall with the other hand and gave a slight, vicious tug on Callie’s wavy hair.

“Owww!” cried Callie as she was snapped out of her reverie by Mariam’s intrusion. She glared upwards, but she already knew who was to blame, as there was no one else around the back of the office on this late hour.

“What do you want??” snapped Callie, not even attempting to fake proper office etiquette. Mariam rested her arms atop the wall as she leaned over it, a smile etched across her face, as if she was about to share a long-held secret.

“I want your ass, loser” she shot back, the smirk now replaced by tight-lipped determination.

Callie recalled their last fight and retorted matter-of-factly. “You took your shot, you had me on the ropes, that is all.”
“Thats not all” Mariam growled back. “I had you on the ropes and much more, and I won that fight hands down. If you hadn’t had the luck and space that day, you would have never gotten away from me, and I would have finished you off for good.”
“So what now, Mariam? You want to fight me in a closet or something? How about a phone booth?” teased Callie.

“Oh, I don’t know” said Mariam coolly, while coyly tracing her index finger along the top of the cubicle wall before her eyes locked onto Callie’s. “How about the backseat of a car?”

Mariam smiled again as Callie thought about that idea for a second; and then the thin beauty was grinning herself . She hadn’t really planned on getting into another fight with Mariam ever, but with Mariam around, it was always just a matter of time until the bell rang once more.

“Sounds like fun,” said Callie. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Well, we can’t use my car as its in the workshop," explained Mariam, “but you’ve have got that nice Lincoln...”

“Why my car?” Callie cut in incredulously. “I don’t want your skanky ass touching my seats!”

“Because I drive a compact car,” replied Mariam. “We could barely fit in the back seat, much less fight in it. Unless you want to try that closet you suggested, you’ve got room to spare in your ride.”

Callie smirked as she folded her arms across her chest. “I thought you said me having had too much space last time helped me escape you?” she countered.

“You’ll still have less room in the back seat of that car of yours,” sneered Mariam. “Enough to remember who beat your tits off after we’re finished today.”

Callie might have lunged up at her rival if it wasn’t for the fact she would undoubtedly be fined for the physical assault. She knew she would have to bide her time for today, at least for a few hours.

“Five o’clock,” she said calmly, never taking her eyes off of Mariam. “I have to go pick up some forms, and I could use a brainless bimbo for an assistant.”
Mariam’s eyes flared at that unshielded insult. She thought of flinging her coffee in Callie’s face, but that would have put an end to the prospect of fighting this afternoon, and without a doubt cost her the parole and access back to the same prison where she ran her criminal ring. She smiled wickedly once more.

“Always glad to help some dim-witted little trollop who couldn’t find her ass with both hands,” chided the black woman. “See you up front at five.”

It wouldn’t be long until 5:00 p.m. rolled around.

****

Callie and Mariam glared daggers at one another the rest of their time at work before the appointed hour came. They took Callie’s car to a close but remote section of town where they could contest themselves naked against one another as they had before. The evening coolness ensured that the vehicle would not be too hot. Leaving the air conditioning running with the engine off would have sapped precious fuel, just like the two combatants within would take turns sapping the very breath from one another.

It helped that the vehicle had very dark-tinted windows that would prevent any possible passers-by from seeing what was going on within. The back seat of the car was confined enough to be a difficult place to free oneself from a resolute opponent’s cruel, determined grasp.
The two rivals had gone on their errand to a printer about a half-hour away from the prison to pick up some new blank forms – and the moderately heavy traffic that day had not only given them a cover for their latest combat, but at least an hour’s worth of fighting time.

Driving back close to the arena where they both fought before, they had parked in a secluded spot, made their way into the back seat, and then stripped down for their latest struggle. Heels, bras and panties, cotton skirts and silk blouses spilled over into the front seat, so as not to be ruined when the two women engaged one another physically for the latest time.
They had never fought fully-clothed, and never with so much on as body-hugging bikinis. They might have, if their rivalry had not been so intense.

This would not be a playful, slap-and-tickle, giggling-all-the-while pillow fight. As always, it would be a knockdown, drag-out, no holds barred naked catfight to the finish, even in the limited quarters of a car’s back seat, where the two would be forced to clash in close confines.
Once they finished shedding their clothes, Callie and Mariam positioned themselves on their knees in the back seat and squared off, sizing one another up, hands resting on smooth thighs in the final moments before attack.
Weighing around 68kg Mariam’s body is thick and unusually tattooed with a hairy mount that one can tell she had not attempted to shave herself in a while. In contrast, Callie is thin and curvy, clean shaven and she has actually loss some weight since their last fight, weighing 46kg.
“I’m going to snuff you, slut,” sneered Mariam at Callie after she rubbed her hands along her firm ass before repositioning them at her sides. “Gonna take the breath right out of you!”
“Up yours, fat bitch” shot back Callie in an even-tempered tone. “I’ll have to slap you awake when I get finished with you!”
Silence then hung between the two women, their eyes now fixated upon the enemy’s, until suddenly and wordlessly they lunged forward and grabbed one another by the head, each woman trying to force the other one down onto the seat where she could straddle her opponent and take control of this newest nude encounter between them.

They pulled and tugged and twisted, groaning with exertion as they wrestled woman-to-woman. They pulled mercilessly at one another’s hair, their subsequent mutual agony eliciting shrill shrieks from both battlers as they twisted their long fingers in one another’s hair. Tears threatened to spill from their eyes in their suffering, but neither woman wanted to give her opponent the satisfaction of having caused her pain.
Their deadlock continued until Mariam wrenched her left hand free and slapped Callie across the cheek, the sound reverberating through the car interior like the crack of a rifle shot. The sudden blow surprised Callie, who then took two more slaps, each more savage than the one before and each reddening the right side of her face even further, before Callie freed up her own holds on Mariam’s hair and tried to seize her opponent’s shoulders.
That was when a punch landed square into Callie’s bellybutton, knuckles smashing hard into her mid-section, and by extension the innards in her small stomach. Callie was left stunned by the powerful blow and just hung there while the world flowed about her dazed conscience, until reality intruded in the form of a bare hand cupping underneath her jaw and pushing her head back hard, until the back of her skull was flush with the rear driver’s side window.
Callie tried to push back, tried to push free; but Mariam held firm against her foe, her right hand still pressing hard against Callie’s lower jaw, her left hand pressing just as hard against her enemy’s forehead and pinning her in place.
Mariam reveled in Callie’s anguished grunts, the thin beauty desperate to break free but restrained by her strong opponent. Callie tried to reach out and grab her tormentor by the hair, but Mariam's arms were long enough to keep her at bay.
Mariam continued to push against Callie's face and chin, smiling wickedly as she watched Callie suffering and struggling. Callie fumbled for Mariam's wrists, trying to grab them and break her opponent's two-handed hold; but then Mariam decided to switch tactics and increase her long-time enemy's agony. Moving quickly, and faster than Callie could react, Mariam deftly forced her right hand over Callie’s mouth, hooking her thumb underneath Callie’s chin for leverage. She then used the thumb and first two fingers of her stronger left hand to squeeze Callie’s nostrils completely shut, and thus completely seal off Callie’s breathing passages.
“Good thing I wiped my hands on my ass, huh?” chuckled Mariam as she bore down with both hands. She began to press and pinch as hard as she could, determination etched across her face, as she began barehandedly suffocating her rival.
Callie's eyes went wide, and then narrowed as her air supply was cut off. She gripped Mariam’s wrists, one in each hand, tugging like mad to get those terrible hands off of her face so she could breathe again, but Mariam wasn't letting go. The ex-prisoner licked her cruel lips, a dreadful smile now on her face, as Callie struggled in vain and emitted a muffled cry from beneath Mariam's smothering hands. Callie felt herself fading as she was suffocated, and her lungs began to burn from lack of air as her face began to turn a shade of pale blue. A minute or more so of breathless anguish and it would all be over.
Got to break free, ran the solitary thought through Callie's reeling mind. Got to, or this bitch is going to snuff me. It can't end like that, not losing again.
She pulled harder at Mariam's wrists, desperate now to free herself, but her black opponent clung even more tenaciously to her would-be victim as time ticked away. If her bare hands couldn't save herself from Mariam, though, then perhaps her bare feet could.
Callie lifted her right leg and had space enough to wedge her foot against the top of her tormentor's chest, just above Mariam's ample breasts; then she began to push. Mariam grimaced and tried to keep on hand-smothering Callie, but then Callie worked her foot up Mariam’s chest and throat and managed to get her sole up against the bottom of Mariam's lower jaw. Her toes gripped Mariam's chin and started to push away, hard. It definitely got her opponent's attention.
Mariam stopped pinching Callie's nose and used her left hand to grab Callie by the ankle, now trying to stop Callie's escape even as Callie still gripped at her wrist. Her right hand still plastered over the Callie's mouth and smothering her.
They tussled back and forth now, each woman straining against the other, but in the end Callie managed to shoved her foot against Mariam's face and sent the her rival sailing across the back seat. Mariam slammed back first against the other side of the sedan with a heavy thud that left her momentarily stunned. The move also pulled Mariam's hand off of Callie's mouth, and Callie gratefully sucked in several lungfuls of life-giving air before she went on the attack again, lunging across the short space between the two women to come to grips with her rival once more.
Callie snaked out with both of her hands and fastened them tight about the Mariam’s exposed throat, squeezing with all her strength. Mariam's eyes went wide as she gasped out loud and grasped at Callie's wrists. She tugged frantically, but could not break her attacker's grip.
"Got you now, bitch!" growled Callie through gritted teeth. "Time for you to see what it feels like!" She squeezed again, thumbs stabbing into Mariam's stocky throat. Mariam’s face was turning red. She tried to buck from beneath her tormentor.
"Choke, you fat cow" snarled Callie again as she squeezed once more, determined to do Mariam in.

It was then that Callie felt Mariam's strong hands latching onto her breasts, one in each hand, before Mariam began squeezing those two soft mounds mercilessly. Callie cried out in anguish, the sudden pain almost unbearable; but then her cries became snarls as she reached out to grab Mariam's sacks and begin squeezing them in turn.
They squeezed one another’s breasts as hard as they could in their greedy, grasping hands, their resultant cries reverberating about the interior of the vehicle. From time to time steely, semi-clawed fingers managed to painfully pinch or sadistically stretch a nipple, eliciting further agony that found voice in shrill, agonized screams.
It was Mariam who broke this latest stalemate, a snarl crossing her face as she released Callie’s reddened and injured breasts. Faster than Callie could react, Mariam jammed both her thumbs into Callie’s bellybutton and began to dig and pull away, hard as hell, as agony exploded in her victim's face.

Callie gave an anguished, muffled cry and continued crushing Mariam's ample chest; but the pain to her vulnerable stomach was simply too much to ignore, especially with Mariam's short but sharp nails scratching and clawing at the soft inner lining of her once punctured navel, and Callie was finally forced to break off her stranglehold.

Now it was Callie's turn to grab Mariam by the wrists and begin tugging like mad again, desperate to break free of those clawing fingers before they could possibly draw blood. She reared up and back to give her greater leverage in her attempts, and finally on the sixth tug she succeeded, ripping Mariam's sweat-drenched digits loose.

Callie just sat there for a few moments, still gripping Mariam's wrists, exhausted by her efforts. At the same time the wily black female surreptitiously wound her muscular legs about Callie's body, and the thin beauty realized she had been caught when Mariam locked the ankles of her bare feet together and squeezed Callie's thin waist between her thick thighs. Callie cried out at this new pain, and rained down with her balled fists on Mariam's head and shoulders. The pressure about her small mid-section, though, only increased as Mariam locked her ankles together even tighter, and Callie knew she would have to rob Mariam of breath once more if she was going to break.

Callie extended her arms and fastened both of her hands onto Mariam's face, her left palm forming an airtight seal over Mariam's mouth and her right fingertips pinching Mariam's nostrils shut. Her breath cut off by Callie’s grip, but Mariam still began to slowly and methodically squeeze her hated rival between her legs. Callie grimaced in pain at the pressure about her flat abdomen, but kept right on suffocating her rival, who tugged at Callie’s wrists to free herself.

"You lose..bitch...uhhh..." Callie managed to stammer before her own lovely countenance contorted in agony, as Mariam locked her thighs together even tighter and tried to saw her enemy in half. Feeling Callie’s strength fading, Mariam squeezed her hands harder about her wrists, trying once more to break her opponent’s grip; but she only continued to suffocate as Callie leaned in closer and kept smothering her long-time enemy.

I only need another minute or so, thought Callie, wishful of the prospect of victory. I didn’t even really want to fight today, and now I’m just moments away from beating this fat bitch.
As Mariam’s throat grew parched and her lungs burned from lack of oxygen, she retaliated as best she could in her preferred fashion, hands releasing her attacker’s wrists to reach up and tighten about Callie’s delicate throat.

Callie’s eyes went wide as she gasped horribly, a rising, sucking sound that belied none of her agony as her hated adversary had managed to once more ensnare her in a potentially lethal stranglehold. Mariam’s thumbs biting deep into the Callie’s exposed windpipe. Callie gagged as her waist and throat were simultaneously crushed, even as the thin beauty continued to rob her black rival of breath with her smothering hands. Callie’s right hand pinched Mariam’s nose harder, her left hand pressed even more relentlessly over Mariam’s mouth, going for the knockout.

But Mariam was winning now, a glint of malicious glee dancing in her eyes as she punished Callie on two fronts about the throat and abdomen, squeezing Callie mercilessly with both her hands and thighs, even as she herself was suffocated in turn. They tussled back and forth in this mutually-tortured fashion, each woman growing light-headed from breath deprivation in the other’s grasp; but it was Mariam who finally won out when Callie cried out in a strangled fashion and peeled her hands of her adversary in an attempt to escape from Mariam’s powerful dual grasps.
“I’m sorry, but who has who, now?” chided Mariam mirthfully, red lips upturned in a cruel, mocking grin.

That smile immediately disintegrated, replaced by the sheer hatred and determination of a snarl as Mariam squeezed as hard as she could with both hands and thighs in an effort to finally end this close-quarters combat that had seemingly raged all afternoon, but had actually been contested for less than 15 minutes.
Callie was finally forced to clutch both frantically and futilely at Mariam’s wrists to try and shatter her assailant’s stranglehold. Her pretty face was colored a pale blue hue even as she sacrificed her flattened abdomen to Mariam’s merciless, relentless thighs that continued their bone-crushing assault about her mid-section and threatened to figuratively cut the slim beauty clean in two.
Mariam could feel Callie weakening in her grip, even as she shook her back and forth now by the throat vigorously with both hands and her thighs grinding deep against Callie’s now crushed abdomen and intestines. Callie's eyes were wide open and her dark pupils rolling upwards into her upper eye lids, her mouth wide open, saliva dripping out but merely made little interrupted strangled sounds. The thin sex pot merely holding on now for dear life as her last breath was mercilessly squeezed out from her .
Mariam grinned as big as the moon as she realized victory was now well within her grasp. She methodically unlocked her ankles behind the Callie's back, and then slowly unwound her strong, tapering legs from about Callie's distorted waist, never once relinquishing or softening her chokehold on her fading rival's throat, thumbs pressing deep into Callie’s windpipe mercilessly.
Smiling again, Mariam pushed forward softly, and the two women went from a sitting position to a more or less horizontal one, with Callie's back flat against the back seat and Mariam now sitting on her and putting her full weight on her enemy’s weak mid-section, the black female continuing to throttle her opponent with both hands and grinding her big firm ass into her victim’s crushed abdomen.

At that point, Callie had basically stopped struggling as Mariam bore down on her rival in a fight-finishing choke, the ex-prisoner's hands tightening even more relentlessly about the thin beauty's throat. In the end Callie's strength could no longer match her spirit, and she finally succumbed to Mariam’s brutal barehanded strangulation. She released Mariam's wrists and then lay prostrate beneath her conqueror, her eyes and mouth closed in exhausted acceptance of her fate as Mariam continued to squeeze Callie’s slender neck. And kept on squeezing it.
Callie's right arm lay raised against the upper cushion of the tan back seat of her own car, joined by her upraised and bent right leg, while the long, slim limbs of her left side dangled uselessly into the crevice between the front and back seats. Mariam, for her part, initially took no notice of Callie's acquiescence as she continued to straddle her foe's stomach and squeeze the very breath from Callie with her bare hands. Her fingers wound tighter about Callie’s cylindrical neck, her thumbs dug deeper into the thin beauty’s trachea.

Mariam slammed Callie’s head against the padded seat, once, twice, three times in succession, each slam a bit harder than the one before, before the she realized that Callie was no longer fighting back at all, was no longer able to.
A smirk crossed Mariam's lips as she grasped that victory over her hated rival was once again hers. She thought briefly of continuing her two-handed assault, to keep squeezing Callie's neck until she had squeezed the life from her enemy once and for all, but knew she simply couldn’t. Rationally-speaking, she knew that too many people had seen them leave the office together earlier. She might as well drive straight to the auxiliary police unit several blocks away, with Callie's corpse in tow, if she chose to simply throttle Callie for the requisite few more minutes that would signify her untenable end.
Mariam’s smirk then briefly soured into a frown, only to be replaced scant moments later by a grin of pure, malicious glee. Mariam detached her hands from Callie’s throat and placed them upon her hips as she stared down satisfactorily at her conquest. White marks where her thumbs had depressed Callie’s windpipe immediately began to fade, and Mariam could see that Callie was barely conscious.
Reaching forward again, Mariam stretched her arms past Callie’s neck and placed her hands under the back of Callie’s head, still otherwise flat against the back seat on the driver’s side. Then Mariam simultaneously slid her upper body forward until she could press her ample breasts full into Callie’s pale face, obscuring all features below the bridge of Callie’s nose.

Callie’s eyes briefly widened as her world became breathless once more, but she made no other move towards defense or escape as her opponent began to mash those all-enveloping sacks into her visage.
Mariam licked her thick lips and gasped languidly as she ground away sensually with both her voluptuous bust and her furry crotch against her adversary’s weary, pretty face and flattened abdomen.
“Great tits, huh, bitch?” Mariam chided her fading foe, whose sleek naked form still lay prone and motionless as the all-encompassing warmth of Mariam’s great breasts smothered Callie’s remaining senses and caused her to mercifully pass out.

Mariam continued to pancake her bust against Callie's face, either unaware or uncaring that Callie had already been rendered unconscious. She then continued to grind away upon her defeated rival’s weak body with both chest and crotch, harder and harder, growing more frenzied with each thrust until finally she gasped out loud in her own climax and peered downwards to see that her prey was completely smothered and flattened beneath her.
Mariam sat up slowly as she straddled Callie’s crushed abdomen with her thick ass, and Mariam ran a hand through her sweaty and matted mane as she gazed upon her handywork with great delight and a smile bigger than the fullest moon. She looked down upon her utterly snuffed rival, Callie's chest barely but noticeably rising and falling; and then the victor decided she wasn’t finished with the losing party just yet.
Reaching out methodically, Mariam clutched Callie's slender neck in her bare hands and began squeezing softly, her thumbs pressing lightly into her opponent's windpipe as Callie lay there helpless. She could easily choke the life from her unwitting victim, she mused; but then all the fun would end forever, replaced by her own incarceration.

Mariam didn't really want to do her enemy in, despite the various threats, curses and promises both of them had made in the past. In this moment, rather, she simply wanted to feel Callie's slender neck in her strong hands, and to just enjoy clenching them about her vanquished quarry's throat in a mock death grip as a personal reward of sorts for winning the fight.

The black-tressed siren smiled with tremendous satisfaction as every now and then she pulled the thin beauty's head and neck up and then pushed them back down again in a bobbing, back and forth motion, grinding her sex into Callie’s flattened abdomen again and again with the out-cold Callie completely unable to resist. The evening passed slowly as Mariam continued to choke Callie softly in the back seat, the conquering muscular black female straddling and strangling the hapless, unconscious thin beauty in the small, silent combative confines of their wrestling world on wheels. A place where Mariam had once again proven to be victorious

****

It is now nightfall and having recovered from the fight, and energized by another victory over her enemy who is now in her posession, Mariam drove the still unconcious Callie to the suburbs. To a black neighborhood where she is a gang leader. Where she knew every corner, every guy, every woman. Dee and Jazeer were waiting for her behind a shutdown supermarket building. The supermarket was one of the first victims of the economical crisis, of the rising unemployment. Dee and Jazeer, the over-weight black couple, both in their mid-thirties, didn't suffer from the crisis. The illegal work under the leadership of Mariam provided them a much more stable income.

Jazeer drank another pull from his whiskey bottle, then they walked to the car. Mariam opened the door and showed them her victim. Callie, snuffed and kidnapped inside her own car, was nude and oblivious.

Mariam got out of the front seat while the two helpers pulled the thin beauty out. Jazeer held her thin frame upright with ease. Dee commented what she saw while softly slapping Callie's face and tits: "Cute, too skinny, and no tits!"

"She's one of them. A prison guard at the women's section of the prison you know from the inside, Jazeer!" He nodded, having seen Callie before in prison as she was the arrogant sexy female guard who always got him real hard. Callie was still unconscious, not hearing them talk.

"To start things, fuck her with the bottle", was Mariam's first order to Dee, pointing to the Whiskey next to them. Jazeer placed the naked Callie on the floor, making her lay on her back. With a smile on her face, Dee knelt down spreading her victim's legs. Jazeer handed her the bottle, but only after emptying it on Callie's face and body. The searing pain of the strong alcohol burning her eyes quickly brought Callie back to life with a painful scream. However, a stomp from Mariam to the still badly hurting mid-riff muffled Callie’s scream into a gurgled groan instantly.

"Fill up her mouth, honey, we don't want to hear that cunt scream all night", Mariam told Jazeer. Not to be told twice, he quickly opened his trousers and forced his entire hard cock down Callie's throat while Dee was fucking Callie rythmically with the bottle. Even through all the pain, Callie's body responded to the violation. The first intrusion in many months as Mariam’s sidekick Rita had broken her pubic bone during their last fight. She involuntarily moaned as the bottle moved between the lips of her clean shaven pussy. Callie’s moaning and trembling soon brought Jazeer to the climax and he filled her mouth and throat with his big load of cum, gagging her. On the other hand, Callie wasn't allowed to come. At her leader’s order, Dee let go of the bottle while it is still stuck in Callie's pussy and mounted her thighs. A perfect seat to rain down punches to Callie's whole front. Her abdomen and bosom were hit by dozens of blows, her skin turning blue or black in the few places were it was still pale. The trainee prison guard could barely breathe under this torment. Old wounds reopening, blood vessels bursting from the mauling. Dee finally stopped when Callie’s nipples and bellybutton started leaking blood freely.

Again, Jazeer pulled the helpless thin beauty upright. Dee now followed Mariam’s unusual proposal to stop the bleeding of Callie's nipples. Using a lighter, she put the flame alternatingly on both nipples until both nubs stopped bleeding and turned black. They couldn't stop Callie screaming this time, but her voice was fast fading as her body and mind gave in to the terrible torture.

Next, Dee started to strip. The strap-on dildo she had put on rose into the air like a spike. Jazeer held Callie from behind in some sort of bearhug, positioned her above and in front of Dee and then let her slid down slowly onto the impaling fake cock. This brought Callie's scream to a new level as her vagina was filled instantly beyond its boundaries.

"Hump down or we'll not only burn your nipples, but put both your poor excuse of tits on the grill!", Mariam ordered and Callie obeyed, her own will gone, mentally she was completely broken.

While Callie was humping on his wife's dildo, Jazeer entered the her from behind. Taking the tiny asshole of the trainee prison guard was his fantasy come true. He took hold of her scorched tits, helping him to push his shaft deep inside her. Together, the black couple brutally fucked the thin beauty. But again, they stopped before Callie's betraying body reached an orgasm.

Jazeer and Dee simultaneously pulled out of Callie’s holes. The thin beauty’s shattered body slid and fell onto the gravel road in a thud. Jazeer took several seconds to gain his breath and return to earth. Then he executed Mariam's next part of the plan. The black guy put a long rope around Callie's wrists and bound them tightly. Then he roughly dragged her towards the end of the impasse. Very roughly as the cold, hard surface of the gravel road brutally scraped Callie’s already marked and injured skin. The impasse must have had some roof years ago, before the supermarket had gone bankrupt. Now there were only blankets crossing the lane on top of them. He flung the end of the rope across one blanket. Catching the end, he pulled on it. Pulling further, Callie came into the air like a puppet, her hands above her head and her naked body fully exposed. Positioning her with her feet danggling only an inch above the ground, Jazeer secured the rope to some grills on the side wall.

Exactly as Mariam had it planned. Jazeer and Dee closed up on Callie. Jazeer ready to enter he asshole again, and Dee for the front hole. But then, Mariam called Dee back. Jazeer saw her approaching. The black woman was nude again and was an imposing figure. Her body thick, muscular and tattooed. And even more menacing with that huge black dildo strapped around her waist. Callie saw her coming closer through the half-closed slits of her eyes. She trembled in fear, she shook on the rope, trying to come lose. But Jazeer quickly grabbed her by her small waist with both hands and held her tight and still.

"Remember this?!" Mariam asked Callie with a wicked grin.

Callie's fear grew, remembering her brutal rape by Mariam at the end of their fight in the garage.

Then Mariam entered Callie's sweet and wet sex without further preparation. The impalement before had been painful, but nothing like this monster dildo ramming into her and splitting open her insides. Jazeer didn't hesitate neither and once again filled her asshole with his bbc. They sandwiched her stretched thin frame in the middle, fucking her from the front and behind at the same time. Both enjoyed the fucking of their victim tremendously. The harness of the strap-on rubbing against Mariam's own sex, the acts of dominating, humiliating and mentally breaking her nemesis delighted her. While with Dee around, Jazeer had to hide how much he liked fucking Callie’s perfect body.

For Callie, it was different. After a good fifteen minutes, Callie had a glimmer of hope this nightmare was over when Mariam pulled out her dildo which showed trails of blood and ordered Jazeer to do the same. But the nightmare for Callie was far from over as Mariam only wanted to switch sides. She now took the huge dildo to rip open Callie's asshole. The small butt hole barely enough room for Jazeer's cock, and far less for Mariam’s gigantic dildo. And Jazeer himself was perfectly ready to cream Callie's cunt, too.

Horrible minutes followed, blood soon started running down Callie's thighs from her ripped anus and vagina. Soon to be followed by her own cum juice and then Jazeer's and Mariam's as they both exploded. They both had to lean back against the wall of the building to recuperate from their intense fucking. Jazeer then quickly retreated, realizing that Dee had been watching his actions with a look of sheer jealousy and hate.

Mariam wasn't done yet. She picked up the neck of a broken glass bottle, holding it in front of Callie's face and looked deeply into her eyes. She saw a broken woman, too weak to speak but pleading for mercy through her eyes. But Mariam wasn't about giving mercy. "You're done, you're just a cheap cunt and a piece of trash now."

Then, she dipped the broken end of the bottle neck into the top of Callie's right tit and started to scratch up the once perfect, firm and unmarred bosom. When Mariam ended, the bloody scars on Callie's chest could be read "LOSER". Colateral damage: Callie's right nipple split through the middle and the left nipple and areola almost cut off completely. But what use would Callie have had for two burned and blackened nipples?

Only then, Mariam dropped the bottle, shattering it. She turned to Jazeer and Dee and ordered them to finish off too. With that, she walked away laughing and drove off. In the background.

Dee had been waiting for Mariam to leave them alone. Jealous about Jazeer's lust for this beautiful thin woman, she came back, spat into Callie’s face and threatened her: "if we ever cross path again, I'll rip your body apart and make sure, you'll never fuck anything or anybody again." Then, she shot her right knee in between Callie's legs, smashing the still engorged clit of the defenceless trainee prison officer.

Callie was officially found more than a day later. Her car was reduced to the body without seats, tires, windows and more. Until Callie was found, many from the black neighborhood may have had their way with her. But only unknown wittnesses and Callie herself would know. A quiet day for her in the office has turned into her worst nightmare at the hands of Mariam, again.