STREET FIGHT ON THE STREET

BY DARK CLOUD

“You money grabbing, conniving, rat faced bitch!” spat Tina venomously.

“And that’s just put the price up another hundred pounds, good luck buying the old bat’s ring back now you chav barmaid!” snarled back Tracey.

The two women were standing nose to nose across the counter of the pawn shop Tracey owned with her partner Rob. Tina had been attempting to buy back her old friend and Landlady Rita’s antique ring that Rita’s husband Dennis had foolishly been tricked into pawning and Tracey was just loving sticking it to the younger woman. This was not the first time these two had clashed. Just the previous week Tina had taken great joy in barring Tracey from the bar where she worked in the Street for starting trouble. But then trouble seemed to follow Tracey Barlow around wherever she went, she had even been to jail for killing her abusive ex boyfriend but had been released early on a technicality. She had been in more feuds than she could count and positively revelling in winding other people (particularly women, and particularly better looking women than her) up and causing trouble for them. Tina McIntyre was just the latest in a line of women Tracey had decided to feud with.

An evil smile crossed Tracey’s mouth as she watched Tina pout then turn angrily and head towards the glass door.

“I’ll tell you what skank, I’ll give you a chance to get your precious Rita’s ring back without paying a single penny.”

Tina stopped, her hand on the door ready to exit. She knew there must be a catch but still turned and stared at the older woman. Whatever she expected it wasn’t what came next.

“I’ll fight you for it.”

“What??!! Have you flipped out Barlow?”

“No I’m entirely serious.. You come round her at five when I shut up the shop, I’ll clear out the back store and we can fight, if you win you get to take the ring back. What’s the matter Tina, scared?”

“No!” but in truth Tina had been thrown by the offer and didn’t quite know how to react. Tracey saw that and pushed her a little more.

“Or are you just another coward like your Dad, can’t face up to things!”

Tina’s father had committed suicide a year or so earlier and the remark stung Tin and nearly brought tears to her big, dark eyes. But she set her mouth hard and snapped.

“You’re on bitch, five o’clock you’d better have that ring ready for me.”

And with that Tina stormed out and slammed the door behind her, leaving Tracey with a smile like a Cheshire cat.

*

And now a word about our combatants. Tracey is a 36 year old woman who had lived her life like a character in a soap opera. She was quite good looking but her features were a bit sharp and her attitude so mean that she would never be considered a beauty. A very sexual woman though and had used her feminine wiles many times to charm men and she was not adverse to using them then dumping them. Physically she is 5’5” tall and a trim but non descript figure. She wears her dark hair long but that afternoon before her fight she fixes into a tight ponytail.

Tina is 26 years old and a stunning looking young woman. She has an almost constant brown tan, a beautiful complexion and the perfect white smile. She has a stunning figure, great tits and a nice arse and her long, dark, raven hair was usually found piled artistically atop her head. She was well liked in the street and a many friends but even she would admit she was a mouthy cow sometimes and did not tend to back down from a challenge.

*

The store room out the back of the pawn shop was damn near empty anyway as Tracey removed the last box from it. Rob was on an overseas jaunt to pick up some new items and wasn’t due back for a couple of nights. At least I won’t be sat at home watching TV tonight she thought to herself, no her entertainment tonight was far better than that. She came back into the room and gazed around it, all four walls were white washed and a bit grubby. The floor was cold hard stone, at first glance at least there was nothing else to the room. It would serve perfectly for what Tracey had in mind.

*

Five came and Tina was there on the dot, pushing open the glass door firmly and glaring at Tracey.

“Well, well. I was sure you’d bottle it. Let me just lock that door and close up so we won’t be interrupted.”

“Yeah, whatever, like I’d be scared of the likes of you.”

“Oh you should be little girl, you should be” there was a knowing menace in Tracey’s voice that Tina did not like the sound of but just standing there reminded her of Tracey’s jibe about her dead father and instantly it was ignored.

With the door locked and shutters down Tracey led Tina past the counter and through a small corridor to the sparse stock room, illuminated by just a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. It was a creepy, eerie kind of place and Tina gave a slight shiver as she entered and kept her distance from her host. Tracey stepped into the room behind her and turned and locked that door as well and chucked the key to the door into the opposite corner that Tina stood in.

“There’s no escape now little girl, no backing out, I’m going to teach you a lesson that you do not, ever, want to mess with ME!”

“Yeah? Well you old dog after I’ve beaten you you’ll beg to give me back Rita’s ring and you’ll never want to cross me or any of my friends again!”

Tracey’s laugh was mirthless then she began to undo the buttons on her blouse much to Tina’s surprise. Tina stared at her shocked as Tracey shrugged off her blouse to reveal a white, lacy bra.

“Er, what the fuck are you doing bitch?” demanded the younger woman.

“It’s silk you nasty little chav, don’t want it getting ripped dealing with a nobody like you. You might be happy for your rags from the charity shop getting torn but I certainly am not.”

And with that Tracey stepped out of her knee length skirt and kicked it away to stand before Tina in just her bra and panties (but she kept her shoes on too). The move was designed to confuse Tina and it seemed to work. The younger woman didn’t quite know where to look as she was faced with a near naked opponent. Tracey did wonder if her opponent would follow suit but Tina did not move to take off her baggy jumper and jogging pants or trainers. And so the mind games were over and the two mortal enemies, both seeking alpha female position in the street faced each other. They were locked in and there was no one else who knew they were there or what they were doing. No one was going to disturb them. They stared daggers at each other across the room and slowly began to inch towards each other, their hands ready to spring up at the first sign of movement from the other.

Finally they came together, their hands locking up as they grunted and tried to shove each other back. They heaved and pushed and their chests came together as they tried for an advantage. Then as quick as a flash Tracy broke off and swung a kick that connected with Tina’s shin. It was a real sore one and Tina grimaced and limped back, only now discovering that Tracey’s shoes had a hard edge. The smirking older woman took great pleasure explaining.

“Steel toe caps bitch, for use in here in case I drop anything on my precious toes, how’d you like that, eh? All the better for kicking those oh so perfect teeth out of your mouth cunt!”

Now this was a worrying development for Tina. Tracey sounded deadly serious with that particular threat and she could feel a bruise already forming on her shin as she glared over at her attacker

“In fact I might…. Uurgh!”

But Tracey had become too cocky and while continuing to goad Tina she had walked right into a vicious open palm slap to her left cheek! And Tina did not let up she pushed forward and delivered a second then a third hard slap and had Tracey backpedalling hard until she tripped on her own feet and dropped hard onto her back, knocking the wind from her. Tina lithely straddled her chest and delivered a series of stinging slaps to her foe’s wincing face before sinking her claws into Tracey’s hair, lifting her head up then bashing it back down into the unforgiving stone floor. Tracey was dazed and stunned and Tina once again gripped her hair and this time held her head for the hardest slap yet. Tina leaned in to dish a bit of verbals back.

“Like that bitch? I thought you were supposed to be tough? I bet you were just a little prison bitch when you were inside!”

Dazed Tracey may have been but mention of prison brought a memory back to her of one of her catfights inside and snake like she shot her hand up and sunk her fingernails (filed to points that very afternoon) into Tina’s perfectly smooth right cheek then clawed them down, feeling the skin furrow underneath them as she dragged them. Tina howled and sprang back and off Tracey and had to fight back tears as she felt her ripped cheek and the drips of blood that fell on her hand when she felt at her injured face.

Tracey could hardly capitalise though, her head was still pounding from being bashed into the floor and as she tried to make it to her feet she was really unsteady. Through blurry eyes Tina saw an opportunity for immediate retribution and took it swing her leg viciously in an upward arc that saw the toe of her right trainer connect solidly right in the crotch of Tracey’s panties. Tracey gave a squeal and slumped to her knees in pain. Tina stepped up to her and slapped her hard again before smashing her knee into Tracey’s face, snarling.

“Bet you’re regretting stripping off now cunt!”

Tina stood over her silent foe and rubbed the back of her hand across her scratched cheek and again snarled as it came away bloody and stamped the sole of her shoe right down into Tracey’s stomach. Another stomp, knocked whatever wind was left out of Tracey and a third was just plain nasty from Tina as she leaned over and spat down on her enemy.

“Thought you were supposed to be tough Tracey? You must have bent over for all the dykes in jail, I bet you were their bitch as easy as pie.”

Tracey was covering her face up but Tina pulled her hands away and was gratified to see that her knee had drawn blood from Tracey’s nose, she latched her fingers into Tracey’s hair and wrenched her to her feet before frog marching her over to the nearest wall then rubbing her sore face hard into the bricks, back and forth, pushing inwards all the time brutally scrapping her foes face with each sweep.

“You’re a fucking cream puff, now give up and tell me where the ring is and I’ll leave you alone to lick your wounds.”

Tina paused, waiting on a response. Tracey was breathing hard, her hair hanging down, her hand propped against the wall. Since Tina had bashed the back of her skull against the ground she had been suffering the effects of a concussion and only now with this brief respite was she getting her bearings back. She gave a moan and reached her hand up to her nose then in a flash whipped it back and caught Tina beautifully in the windpipe with the edge of her hand in a wicked chop! Tina reeled away holding her throat and gasping for breath and dropped weakly to her knees as she did so. As she did that Tracey took a deep breath herself then turned made sure she would keep the advantage of her sneak attack this time by walking up to Tina’s and driving a hard kick right into her ribs. The impact was brutal, Tracey’s re-inforced toes connecting with Tina’s ribs to perfection and it rolled Tina neatly onto her back, gasping for air and holding her side as Tracey peered down at her.

Tracey dropped to her knees and hauled the bottom of Tina’s baggy jumper up over her head and trapped her arms in there too then sunk her claws into Tina’s taut stomach and raked them viciously across her skin there too before ripping off Tina’s flowery bra and sinking her talons into her copious soft boob flesh and ripping at that too. All the while her younger foe could do nothing but cough and splutter hopelessly under her jumper and absorb the sharp pain. Tina struggled as much as she could, wriggling and kicking her legs to try and free herself and in doing so her knee accidentally caught Tracey’s side and knocked her backwards. Desperate to realise her chance to free herself Tina somehow dragged her jumper all the way off and her damaged bra fell to the floor too, leaving her topless and gasping staring over at her dangerous enemy. Tracey treated her to a wicked grin.

“Don’t like those big tits of your’s getting fucked with, do you? Good to know!”

Tina’s face and tits stung from the deep, raw scratches and she fought to fully get her breath back as Tracey approached her confidently, her hands already on their way up to try and latch onto her opponent’s exposed and injured mammaries. But Tina got her foot up first, connecting nicely in Tracey’s gut and staggering her back. Tina drove forward and into Tracey and drove her knee up into her gut and shoved her back hard into the wall, grabbed her straight hair and wrenched it to the side.

“You’re a fucking psycho Barlow, a mad dog that needs to be put down!”

She had to be careful though as Tracey’s claws were straining to get at her younger foes face and Tina eventually had to use her grip on Tracey’s hair to propel her and throw her across the room and down onto her side. Tina was on her in a flash she stood over her, grabbed her hair from behind and rained down punches to the back of Tracey’s skull along with a couple of short kicks to her lower back. As Tracey’s struggled to get free her bra came loose and came off and as she wriggled around trying to escape the attack she received a trainer kick right to her tit for her troubles. That stunned her and allowed Tina to follow up with a second kick to Tracey’s tits that sent her sprawling on her back.

“You want to fight dirty Barlow? Well so can I!”

And with that Tina grabbed Tracey by the ankles, wrenched them apart before stamping down as hard as she could on Tracey’s crotch!

Tracey howled in agony and reached down for her womanhood. Tina smirked at the pleasurable sight of her mortal enemy in pain before moving round and dropping her right knee right down into Tracey’s stomach, she stayed there and gave Tracey a couple of contemptuous slaps.

“Give it up Barlow, you’re too old. Just give in and I’ll take the ring and leave you to lick your wounds.”

Sitting there Tina felt the sharp sting of the scratches on her breasts and with Tracey’s so close at hand could not resist reaching both her hands down and nipping her nipples between each thumb and forefinger then both pulling and twisting them at the same time. It brought a pained shriek for Tracey and made Tina feel strange, she had never touched a naked woman like this before, it was also making her wet to hear Tracey scream so she did it again, this time harder. Tina was so intent on her tit torture that she failed to spot Tracey raise her arm and just saw her hand as Tracey raked her fingers right into Tina’s eyes. Tina howled and reeled away blindly, her hands reaching for her eyes as if she could clear them. Her vision was blurry and indistinct, she could hear Tracey moving but could not focus on where. She swung her arm wildly but did nothing other than over balance and nearly topple. Then she doubled over in agony as a hard fist rammed into her unsuspecting gut, doubling her over, driving all the wind from her. Tracey gripped Tina’s shoulders, measuring her next move and once in position drove her bony knee right up and connected perfectly with Tina’s nose. Tracey could hear and feel her knee breaking Tina’s nose and gave a satisfied grin as she imagined the beauty now always having an imperfect nose. Tina gave a squeal and dropped to her knees, hands clutching her face as blood flowed through her fingers.

That left her in a perfect position for Tracey to step back then step forward with a vicious punt that landed right between Tina’s spread thighs, the steel toes of Tracey’s shoes amplifying the pain Tina felt from the blow. Tina lay flat out on the floor not knowing what part of her aching body to protect and Tracey decided she was incapacitated enough to use one of her little tricks she had set up. She moved to the wall with the door in it then to the side she pulled at the head of a nail that she had pushed into a hole earlier that afternoon. The nail was new and shiny and sharp and was smaller than the actual hole. Gripping it in her hand Tracey turned back to Tina, stalked over to her, kicked her ribs then straddled her, pinning Tina’s arms beneath her. Tracey gleefully saw the mess Tina’s nose was in then very slowly and deliberately pressed the point of the nail into Tina’s flawless forehead and callously scraped the letter S there, a bloody trail following.

Tina was crying like a baby and begging to Tracey to stop but it was wasted breath. Permanently wrecking this younger girl was a huge turn on for Tracey and she could feel herself moisten as she scrapped a letter L next to the S. By the time she had carved the word SLUT into Tina’s forehead the blood was covering Tina’s face and Tracey was able to get up and admire her handiwork.

“I told you not to cross me you little bitch, now you’re going to find out what a big mistake that was!”

Then Tracey reached down and hauled off both Tina’s grey jogging pants and her black thong to leave the bloodied girl stark naked on the floor. Tracey despised the girls perfect face and body and having wrecked her face she now determined to take her anger out on her body, grasping the nail she dropped back onto Tina and stabbed the tip of the nail into the soft underside of Tina’s left boob. In absolute agony and desperation Tina jerked up and unseated her tormentor, knocking Tracy over onto her side. With her face coated in her own blood it was some kind of miracle that Tina spotted the nail on the floor between them and managed to grab it and as Tracey pushed herself up Tina was able to scratch it right down Tracey’s surprised face. Tracey shrieked and recoiled, her own hand going to the long cut that now adorned her face and coming away bloody. She made to lunge at Tina but backed off as she saw her holding the long nail like a knife.

“Now Tina, don’t be stupid.”

Tina lifted her arm again to make another swipe with her weapon but her senses were dulled and Tracey managed to get her hands up to block her, grabbing her wrist and using her heel to trip Tina and send her crashing to the ground. Tracey staggered back and felt at her own, cut face, felt her own blood dripping down from her head and cheek and saw red. She watched as Tina somehow raised herself onto hands and knees before charging forward and kicking her as hard as she could in the face. Her steel toe capped shoes connected perfectly with Tina’s perfect mouth and Tracey had the pleasure of feeling and hearing several of Tina’s white teeth snap and break before the younger girl gave a groan and flopped unconscious on her back, her face an indescribable mess.

Tracey took a moment to lean on the wall and glory in the chaos she had just caused to this once beautiful girl, she closed her eyes and imagined the wreckage that would exist once those wounds healed. And then she opened them and realised she could not let Tina leave, with her prison record Tracey would be looking at another stretch inside after this carnage no matter which way she spun things. Her mind racing she located the key where she had thrown it and hurried away before her unconscious enemy revived. She returned minutes later with a pair of handcuffs (her and Rob’s sex life was especially kinky) and she snapped them on Tina’s wrists behind her back just as the younger girl started to make some noises. Needing to silence her Tracey had no compunction in peeling off her own panties and ramming them into Tina’s wrecked mouth (past her destroyed front teeth) and near choking her with them. Between that gag and her broken nose it was a real struggle for Tina to breath – not that Tracey much cared. And then she left Tina there, locked the store room door and went to make a phone call to someone she had done time with that Tracey felt sure could help her with her situation.

*

She had an hour. That was the vital message Tracy took as she hung up the phone. An hour to do what she liked before they came and cleaned up her mess and then demanded a nice pay –off. It stuck in Tracey’s throat but she knew she had to make the payment. With that cost in mind she decided that the hour would be well spent in Tina’s company. She took a minute to get one or two things then returned to the bare stock room where Tina now knelt against a wall. Tracey grinned as she entered and locked the door behind her.

“Well Tina I guess you found out that you should never have crossed me, didn’t you?”

Tina mumbled a “fuck you” into her gag and winced hard at the pain in her mouth. Laughing Tracey held up a hand mirror and allowed Tina to see for the first time just what an awful mess her face now was. Besides the coating of dried blood her nose now seemed to go in two different directions and her mouth held a series of bloody stumps rather than teeth while her face was a mess of cuts and bruises. The shocking sight clearly stunned Tina and she rocked backwards away from her reflection.

“What’s it like being an ugly cunt Tina? What a shame those ‘beautiful’ features are never going to be quite the same are they bitch? You know I always fancied myself as something of an amateur beautician, I wonder if I could do anything to improve things, maybe somehow draw attention from your battered face!”

And with that Tracey brought her other hand around to show Tina that it held a large battery powered shaver.

“We’ve been selling this out front and you know what Tina, I’ve not even tested it to see it works, how remiss of me.”

The malevolent glee in Tracey’s voice was unmistakable as she ploughed the now buzzing shears into Tina’s skull and carved out a huge clump of black hair. Tracey lifted it up and dropped it to the ground right in front of Tina’s distraught eyes, she sobbed as she watched her beautiful hair fall weightlessly. Tracey then rammed the shaver in again and proceeded to create a bald stripe from front to back of Tina’s head about two inches wide before the shaver spluttered and gave out. Not that it bothered Tracey.

“Well look at that, I think that suits you just fine skank, what do you think”

Tracey thrust the mirror before Tina again and she just stared at the horrible reflection. Her face was unrecognisable and her hair was that of a freak, bald with each side of thick black hair like some kind of bizarre pigtail. She could hear Tracey doing something behind her but as she turned Tracey shoved her face around so she couldn’t see.

“What’s the matter Tina? Worried no one will want to fuck you anymore? You needn’t!”

And with that Tracey stepped forward sporting a large black strap on dildo from her crotch. Tina recoiled as Tracey stabbed the tip of her plastic dick at her gagged and smashed mouth much to Tracey’s amusement. Tracey then lifted up a dog collar and dropped it, already in a loop over Tina’s neck and pulled it to tighten it and show that it was a choke collar that when ever Tracey pulled on it it would get tighter.

“What’s the matter Tina? You’re a kinky bitch aren’t you? I’ll bet this won’t be the first time you get choked while you’re getting fucked in the arse, will it?”

Tina was helpless to do anything as the collar was inexorably tightened around her neck, suddenly all her other pains and woes were pushed to the back of her concerns, she felt herself go light headed, stars appear before her eyes as she slumped forward and smacked her face on the ground, her handcuffed wrists meaning she could not stop her busted nose smacking hard on the floor. She felt herself begin to lose consciousness and wondered if Tracey really was crazy enough to kill her. Then the pressure lightened a little and she felt Tracey’s hands on her arse, felt the cold hard dildo push between her cheeks and harshly stab into her tiny, puckered arsehole. It was dry and painful and Tracey knew it but didn’t care, she just rammed it in back and forth until she was deep in Tina’s bowels. Once there Tracey hauled on the collar and hissed in her opponent’s ear.

“Bet you wish you’d never fucked with me know, eh little girl?”

And there was no denying that. She’d regret it even more in a few minutes when Tracey’s former cellmate arrived with her friends, a transit bag, a rolled up carpet and clear plastic bag that Tracey would surely enjoy placing over her rivals head….