Down and Out
By Captain Marvel
The blonde 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 her 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.
"Stupid bitch!" 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 hair. The blonde was virtually out on her feet as she was held bent over and a knee was smashed up into her belly five vicious times. Somewhere in there her ribs were fractured and she was bleeding through her nose. Finally her assailant released her hold on her 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 the blonde’s ribs, tits and stomach. Her assailant stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"Fuckin' traitor 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 her assailant made a sharp exit from the showers, leaving the bloodied and battered blonde hanging from the shower by her hair.
Mariam entered her cell whistling. It 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 it was you Mariam."
Mariam relaxed slightly as she recognised the voice as trainee prison officer Callie, 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!"
Callie's foot lifted for a moment and Mariam grinned but that swiftly changed as the 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 pusher and of course you know what happens to grass pushers don't you Mariam?"
"You can't prove anythin' I was in the … urgh!"
"Shut up Mariam 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 blonde girl and give it back to you in spades."
With that Callie spread Mariam's thighs with her feet and took a hard swing of her boot that connect right in Mariam's cunt. It brought tears to the tough as nails criminal and Callie casually uncuffed her then locked her, sobbing in the cell, holding her injured sex.
That was how the feud started although to be 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. Callie was tall, skinny and extremely sexy. Mariam was stout and rough built, couple inches shorter and black, with a temper to match and a big mouth. Mariam 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.
The blonde victim 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, Mariam got away with the attack and continued to goad Callie 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 Callie nearly rose to the bait, taking off her sunglasses and glaring at Mariam in the midst of a crowd of prisoners. But she stopped herself just there.
"I don't think so nigger, I don't think so. Not to a crack whore like you."
After that Callie took every opportunity to inconvenience Mariam, searching her cell routinely, tripping her up, stealing stuff from her cell, small things really but each designed to get under the skin of the prisoner. And it worked but Mariam held her own temper and just managed to see out her sentence and return to her normal life and her criminal ways.
It was the Monday morning at the start of Callie's two weeks 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 low cut blue trainers and skimpy 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 of her life to see Mariam almost hanging out of the window. Once Callie had stopped Mariam hurried out of the car with a briefcase and stood before her nemesis. “Hello bitch” claimed Mariam and staring ominously at Callie. Callie 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 Mariam? 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 Mariam clicked open the briefcase and showed Callie the stacks of bank notes inside.
"Dirty drug money no doubt" snorted Callie.
"Maybe but there is $10,000 in legit, unmarked notes in there and they can all be yours, if you fight me in a fair fight, and win of course."
Callie 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 the 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?"
Callie already knew the place she could house the battle but still did not trust Mariam.
"I'm not scared of a nigger runt like you Mariam. 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 Callie 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 Mariam felt in the case and pulled out a long, thick dildo and pointed it at the prison guard.
"Yeah, whatever Mariam, 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!" Callie 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 duel.
Some twenty minutes later Callie returned. Mariam was as good as her word, she got out of her car and the driver took off and Mariam and the briefcase got into Callie's car. The two women sat in stony silence as Callie 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 illuminated the garage and both women took in their surroundings. It was claustrophobic, about fifteen feet wide by double that long and there was barely anything at all in it.
Mariam 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. Callie entered after her and lowered the door and locked it from the inside, the grills above the door ensuring there was plenty of air. Then Callie stripped off herself and dumped her running clothes in the corner opposite Mariam's.
They turned and stood in their respective corners glaring at their opponent. Mariam’s stocky body was solid and with ugly fading tattoos scattered about her thick torso. In contrast, Callie was thin, curvy and not an ounce of fat covered her body.
"So what are the rules Mariam?"
"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 last words from Mariam, the battle between these two determined women 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.
Mariam did not hesitate and charged across the expanse between the two, letting out a shout of anger, an flung herself at Callie. It was a dumb tactic. Even as Mariam's arms were arcing out to fling punches, Callie's foot swung up and connected right in the dark girl's fat gut, just above the big mass of curls between her legs. Callie is trying to keep herself under full control and as Mariam staggers back she grabs her wrist, twists it and spins her foe around so that Mariam's arm is pulled behind her in an armlock. Callie pulls and twists on the wrist in a classic controlling move, but what she hasn't reckoned on is Mariam reaching her other hand back, between Callie's legs and slashing at her tight vagina with her long, vicious fingernails.
"Aaargh! You dirty bitch" squeals Callie and she is forced to release her hold on Mariam's arm.
Shaking her arm Mariam snarls and charges at Callie again, this time the top of her head smacks hard right into the Callie's gut. Callie 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 Mariam is on top of her, straddling her and raining punch after punch down on Callie's exposed face.
"Fucking screw!"
PUNCH! PUNCH!
"Fucking bitch!"
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!
PUNCH!!!
It is carthartic to Mariam, 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 Callie's face. The damage is immediately visible on the silky skinned Callie, a punch to her eyebrow was right on the bone and it instantly swells up, another punch to the mouth has smashed Callie's lower lip into a tooth and a small cut appears to be bleeding. Mariam wanted the nose but her punch to it missed it's target and bruised Callie's cheek instead.
After the shock and those few unblocked blows, Callie comes to her senses and knows she can't let this continue. Using her legs she rolls and managed to dislodge Mariam, throwing her off as she rolls as far away as she can get. But Mariam is on her feet quickly.
"Can't run you fucking chicken, you got no uniform or back up, it's just you and me now and I'm gonna oohhhhh!"
Mariam'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 Callie.
"Guess I'm gonna have to sink to your level nigger and fight dirty, eh?"
Callie pushed herself to her feet and grabbed Mariam's afro then smashed her knee forward into Mariam's face. Mariam just managed to turn her face and the knee smashed into her cheek rather than her nose but it was still a devastating blow. Callie kept a tight grip of Mariam's hair and lined her up for another knee. Mariam 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 Callie's abdomen again and keeping on powering it with her legs, driving Callie's back into the stone wall of the garage. It winded Callie badly and Mariam took the chance to drive her knee up aiming between Callie's thighs. It wasn't a great shot but some of it landed. Mariam then hooked her nails (which she had cut into sharp points as she had waited on Callie's return earlier) and latched all ten into Callie's breasts at the top then dragged them downwards towards her belly, creating ten ugly, red furrows in Callie's skin the length of her tits down to her bellybutton. That made Callie scream at the burning agony.
"Bitch! I invented dirty fighting cunt!"
They were tit against tit, Mariam holding Callie up against the wall as she tried to kick her feet open, Mariam wanted to get her deadly claws on the prison officer’s vagina now, that would get a submission she was sure. Callie ignored the pain in her breasts and belly, ignored the sensation of blood on them and forced her hands back into Mariam's hair and began to wrench and tear with all her strength. Chunks of the black girls afro were tugged away and that got screams too and Mariam had to back off. Taking five steps back and covered in sweat and blood the two glared at each other with hate in their eyes. Callie 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 body and busted face. Her abdomen still swirling from Mariam’s head thrusts. Mariam was ahead and they both knew it.
"Save yourself a world of hurt skinny, if you get down on your knees now and beg to submit I might just accept it."
Callie just laughed and waved her foe forward and Mariam 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. Callie realised she had the reach advantage and had to keep the dirty black bitch as far away from her body as she could. Mariam winced from the shots to her tits but she kept coming forward only to be hit again. But Mariam kept coming until Callie's back was against the wall and this time Mariam caught Callie's wrist as Callie tried to hit her and threw a powerful punch into Callie’s abdomen. Callie took the force of Mariam’s punch in full and folded over in pain. Mariam would not rest and pushed Callie back into the wall. Then hooked her sharp nails into Callie's abdomen and bellybutton, digging and ripping vigorously. Callie’s whole body shook badly as a bolt of pain coursed through her. The pain was intense and Callie barely managed to withstand it. Mariam’s attacks now are focused on her soft abdomen. Callie knew Mariam has found a weak spot and this would be her own downfall if it continues.
With Mariam close in now, Callie did the only thing she could and headbutted her opponent in the face. That brought a satisfying crack from the bridge of Mariam's nose and she staggered back holding her face and wobbling before losing her footing and collapsing on her big black ass. Callie wasted no time rushing forward and kicking her right in the chest knocking her onto her back. Instinctively, before Callie straddled her, Mariam rolled over trying to escape but all that happened was that Callie ended up straddling her while Mariam was face down on the concrete. It was a bad position to be in.
Callie punched and hit the back of Mariam's head and neck while Mariam could do little to stop it. Her hands were trapped under her body. Callie then took a handful of hair again and forced Mariam'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 Mariam's face felt raw.
"Come on Mariam, give it up, I'll have your face rubbed down to the bone before long....."
"Fuck off bitch!"
It didn't sound like Mariam was going to quit anytime soon, and Callie was tiring fast so she changed tactic, 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 Mariam collapsed to the ground on her back. Quick as a flash Callie grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart before dropping her knee right onto Mariam's unprotected crotch. That brought an animalistic howl from the drug dealer and Callie held her knee there and ground it in.
"How about now? Want to give now?"
"Nooo!"
Callie stood up and did the same move again, this time even harder. The only problem with this though it hurt Mariam bad, it was what Mariam was waiting for and through the agony she gritted her teeth and swung her right hand at the right time for her talon like fingernails to slash into Callie’s throat as she knelt on her, raking four red welts. It was unexpected and painful and Callie forgot about grinding her knee in again and clutched at her injured throat. Ignoring her own pain Mariam swung her left foot and managed to kick Callie square in the her belly 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 women forced themselves to get up. Defeat was not an option for either. On their knees they started brawling again. Callie threw a series of slaps which rung Mariam’s ears and Mariam replied with two hard punches into Callie’s battered abdomen. This was taking a toll on Callie as her laboured slaps are no match for Mariam’s powerful punches. As Callie began to feel faint from the hard blows into her abdomen, her body began to arch backwards and her defence weakened. Mariam quickly sunk her sharp nails into Callie’s exposed abdomen and breasts again and again raking flesh. Callie knew Mariam is slowly but surely ripping her apart and desparately grabbed Mariam’s hair again and they both stumbled and staggered to their feet. Pushing and pulling at the other as they got up, bumping into the walls and trying to land blows on the other. During this unruly scramble Callie with a touch of luck managed to snag Mariam's left hand and her training came back to her in a flash, she twisted Mariam’s hand right around and lifted Mariam'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 prison guard trainee. Realising this may be her last chance to beat Mariam into submission as exhaustion is overcoming her own battered body.
Mariam had not known pain like this, her whole arm was almost snapping and the strain was unbearable but she knew she could not submit to this skinny woman. Somehow she reached her other hand up and stabbed her fingers into Callie's eye. Callie gave a cry and overbalanced backwards. She knew this is her last chance to make Mariam quit and tried to keep her hold on. As Callie reeled back she put her arm out to try and stop herself falling. But she was further from the wall than she thought and her arm was still outstretched as she fell with her arm fully extended and the full weight of Mariam onto her. Mariam rolled clear immediately but had heard the audible pop of Callie's shoulder coming out of it's socket and dislocating when she landed on her. If she hadn't the way Callie was writhing and feeling at her shoulder would have clued her in.
Through the blood on her face Mariam gave a terrifying grin and jumped in the air and landed with her knee right on the shoulder joint. Callie gave a high pitched squeal from the terrible pain and the almost certain knowledge she must lose from here.
"Tough break bitch, now you're done!!"
"Oh.....nooooo.....oh......oh......oh.......!"
"Glad you feel like that bitch."
Mariam wrenched Callie up onto her feet by her long wavy hair and pulled her so she was bent over backwards and measured a ferocious kick square into Callie's bellybutton, destroying her weak abdominal muscles instantly. Callie felt her abdomen implode within before dropping to her knees and falling over face first, almost comatosed. Mariam rolled her over onto her front then mounted her back and cruelly wrenched back on the dislocated arm. Her other arm wrapped around Callie’s neck, Mariam bent Callie backwards as far as she could and hissed in her defeated foe’s ears.
"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 the skinny body of yours. You're fucked. Give up. Quit. Submit to me. I told you i will wipe the floor with you if we fought, did you listen??"
Callie heard the words through a haze and extreme pain. Her body bent backwards to an almost impossible angle and knew Mariam was correct but could not bring herself to utter them. She is too weak to utter her submission and her grim silence soon frustrated Mariam.
"Think you’re tough do you? We'll see about that bitch."
Mariam twisted Callie's useless arm harder before releasing it and her sharp nails reached down towards Callie’s battered and exposed abdomen. Callie tensed as she realised what was about to happen and seconds after Mariam had jammed her nails into Callie’s bellybutton and started digging and tearing. Callie half squealed her submission in horror.
"Aaargh....I..I give....stop...my belly..button...! I submit....no...oh...oh...oh..!"
Mariam gleefully kept the full nelson hold locked in placed and scratched and ripped Callie's navel and abdomen up to her hearts content. Mariam fingers were vicious and Callie’s bellybutton soon gave way as one of Mariam’s sharp fingers tore through and sunk into her abdominals, sending electric bolts of pain through her foe's punctured abdomen. Finally Mariam relented and released Callie, letting the defeated prison officer flop on her face in a puddle of sweat and blood.
"Fucking knew I could beat you bitch, just a matter of time! And you know this is just the start! You're mine now! All mine!"
With that Mariam staggered over to her briefcase and rifled through it withdrawing a set of handcuffs which she used to cuff Callie's wrists together over her head. 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.
Callie somehow managed to lift her head up and saw Mariam standing over her. She groaned and faced down again lacing the strength or courage to continue watching as Mariam 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 black lover and I never was able to take him in the ass, I wonder if you can?"
Callie 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 Mariam got around behind her, lifted up Callie's hips and lined the huge tip up with Callie's tiny, puckered anus.
"Awww nice, what a shame I ain't got any lube, guess I'm just gonna have to do you dry!"
Mariam cackled as she gave a hefty shove forward and slowly and cruelly forced her dildo into the prison officers now very stretched anus. Callie gave a gurgled scream and then gave a stream of incoherent, desperate pleas as Mariam pushed and forced the rubber dick further and further inside, pushing all the way then pulling back and forth to fuck Callie senseless.
"This is how they do it inside bitch, but then you should know that being a fucking Screw!"
Mariam was in no hurry and she fucked Callie like 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 Callie's bowels. Callie's body shuddered and Mariam got up and rolled the defeated Callie over so her arms were trapped beneath her.
Mariam was admiring her handiwork and as she sat down besides the very weak and devastated Callie. Then she begun pumping her fists into Callie’s abdomen. Each of Mariam’s punches burried deep into Callie’s injured and bloodied abdomen and was smashing her intestines into jelly. Blood and stomach juices oozing out her punctured navel profusely now and slowly Callie drifted into oblivion, her body conquered by her hated foe and battered into a pulp.
"I'll leave you now to wallow in your bloody defeat. Don't miss me too much bitch!"
With that Mariam got dressed took Callie's clothes and keys and left, then locked the garage leaving Callie alone for now, handcuffed and totally destroyed.