Story title: Down & Out II
Author: Captain Marvel
(With Thanks to Catwacher for the original version of this story)

With one hand clutching her battered abdomen, the badly injured prison guard quietly closed the door to the garage and thought to herself, "That was close.....got to leave fast before she’s back..."
On this hot, summer evening, Callie the thin black-haired beauty had barely recovered from a humuliating defeat at the hands of her nemesis Mariam. Naked from head-to-toe in the dark of the night, this allowed her to blend in to the shadows. Callie headed towards her car and looked to make a quick escape. With a dislocated shoulder, it took her an hour to pick the hand-cuff she was locked in and time is not on her side.
In her haste, Callie never saw the ambush coming.
The first blockbuster blow smashed in to her right kidney just above the waist. Callie's body arched in agony as she turned to face her attacker. Then the back of her head exploded in agony, staggering her. She was trying to focus on the person in front of her when a kick to her vagina dropped her to her knees. Callie was then kicked hard in the back, ending up sprawled face down in the dirt, moaning in pain.
"Get up, bitch!" Callie heard from behind her as she was jerked to her feet by her long wavy black hair while she tried to clear her head. Back on her feet, her arms pulled back in a very strong grip. Callie screamed in pain as her dislocated shoulder was twisted awkwardly and through the burning pain she hardly was able to identify her attackers.
The black woman standing in front of her was Mutula, a convicted falon on parole. At five feet eleven inches tall, the tall black woman had a mean streak a mile long. Even though Mutula is dressed to look hot in her boots, tight leather shorts and top, Callie was more concerned with her opponent's gloved fists. Back in prison, few survived a one-on-one encounter with them, and things weren't looking good at that moment.
"What's the matter Mutula?" Callie said with more confidence than she was feeling, "didn't learn your lesson in prison?"
Mutula smiled back and Callie's eyes flash as she heard a reply from the second assailant behind her, "Mouthy as ever, aren't you?"
Callie easily recognized the voice of Rita. The tall Puerto Rican female, daughter of a local latin gang boss. Packing a 36C-31-38 figure into a 5-10, 155 pound frame, Rita always made sure the price for anyone tangling with her was usually severe. Callie knew she was in big trouble. Her last encounter with the short-haired latina in prison took all of her fighting skills and some help from other prison guards to walk away from.
As Mutula pulled her black leather gloves tighter over her fists, she told her partner, "That's okay Rita. I'm fixin' to beat 'miss tough talk' down a notch or two!"
Callie knew she is in no condition to take whatever Mutula could dish out. Her slim curvy frame had taken a lot of punishment from her fight with her nemesis Mariam that very day. Her belly was badly injured and her punctured navel still oozing blood as she hung weakly, pinned tight in Rita's grip, surely she could not survive a beating from both these bitches.
The powerful black female ended her reverie with a succession of short, quick punches to Callie’s exposed guts. Mutula worked her arms like pistons, slamming rapid-fire blows all over the Callie's already battered mid-riff.
Callie was always proud of her flat abs, but she never trained them to take the kind of abuse she repeatedly received today. It was a matter of minutes before Mutula's punches began driving deeper and deeper into the her guts, crushing her intestines. Blood from Callie’s punctured navel splashed all over Mutula’s gloved fists from the impacts. The thin beauty barely able to keep herself concious from the onslaught.
Mutula suddenly stopped and smiled broadly as she cocked her right fist down, ready to sling an uppercut in to the gagging prison guard's nose.
"Ah, ah, ah!" her short-haired partner said. "You know the deal you black bitch."
Mutula frowned, and then fired her cocked fist viciously into Callie’s solar plexus. All the air rushed out of Callie’s lungs, and she would have collapsed to the dirt if not for Rita keeping her erect. The powerful black woman's next blow penetrated deep into Callie's bellybutton. Callie's feet lifted off the ground, the latina behind her supporting her entire weight.
When Callie's feet relaxed enough to touch the ground again, Mutula grabbed her neck with her right hand, and slammed three slow, savage left-handed blows in to Callie's lower abdomen, the last impacting just above her gaping cunt.
"Watch it, bitch," Rita growled, "That puss is mine!"
"Fuck you," Mutula replied. "No cunt, no face. What the fuck's the use!"
Callie's jaw exploded skyward as the black woman hit her with an uppercut that carried all she had. Mutula smiled as she dropped her fist, saying with mock innocence, "Sorry, Rita. That tit punch missed."
Callie's head slumped on to her chest, eyes shut and jaw hanging limp. A line of drool and vomit dripped down her chin. Mutula quickly pulled her forward as she drove her fist deep into Callie's ribcage. Callie’s body jerked hard as the punch connected. The black woman pushed her back, then pulled her forward again driving her fist up onto Callie’s ribcage yet again. Mutula repeated these actions as she pistoned eight power punches into a single point of the defenseless thin beauty's ribs.
The "CRAAACK!" of Callie's rib breaking was music to the buxom black's ears. "Mission accomplished, bitch!" she growled before rifling her knee straight in to the thin beauty's open vagina.
Mutula backed away as Rita, finally fed up that her "associate" wasn't playing by the "rules", released Callie and began to chew her out. Callie crumbled to the dirt in a heap as she lay in the fetal position holding her bruised and broken insides, nauseous and weak.
The black woman raised her hands in an "I'm innocent" motion as she backed away from the angry latina.
"Hey, Rita, easy baby. I was just havin' a little fun. I'd kill this skinny bitch myself if I wasn't makin' so much jack beatin' her down!"
The latina stopped and smiled as she, too, remembered the tidy sum they were getting to do something they enjoyed to a bitch they both hated enough to kill. "My turn then," Rita said as she watched the powerful black female first yank Callie to her feet, then put her in a full nelson hold.
Stepping in front of the woozy prison guard, the latina smiled and said, "I'm gonna enjoy this!"
Callie forgot all about the pain of the broken rib when Rita's first knee slammed up hard between her legs. The latina whipped three more cunt-busting knees in to the juncture of Callie’s legs before she backed away. Callie gagged, her groin area exploding in agony.
Rita then spent the next ten minutes displaying her punching skills on the the thin beauty’s small breasts. The latina worked up a sweat beating Callie's gorgeous orbs, not wanting to quit until they were extensively swollen and bruised. She then roughly grabbed both of Callie’s swollen breasts and ripped them asunder. That made Callie squirmed wildly as Rita resumed beating her fists rhythmically on her thrusting breasts.
The buxom latina maintained a slow and deliberate tempo as her fists mercilessly slammed into Callie's tortured breasts and tits. The ravaged thin beauty began to scream as she struggled against Mutula's hold, weakly bucking to free herself from the searing pain that was her tits. Finally, her screams turned into one continuous howl of agony.
Rita shut her up with a massive backhand slap that almost knocked her out of her black partner's grip. A stream of blood, sweat and spittle was easily slung ten feet off Callie's face.
The thin beauty's body was covered in a sheen of sweat and blood, her breasts were now very swollen. Callie's soft titflesh was red and bruised, her nipples severely distended. She hung motionless in the iron grip of the similarly-glistening black woman, moaning softly.
Rita resumed her attack on Callie. She snapped a kick to Callie's abdomen, and after Mutula let her double over, followed with a knee to the breasts, two rights and two lefts to each hanging tit, and finally another devastating kick to the pussy. Mutula let go of her hold, and Callie went down abruptly gasping for air. She'd never been punished so severely in her entire life.
The latina wrapped her left hand in Callie’s hair, then drug her back to her feet. Mutula pushed Callie against her car and kept the thin beauty standing with a choking hold on her throat.
"Too bad I can't finish you off myself, you bitch. But I can make you wish I could!" the latina hissed.

Rita threw five quick, powerful punches to each breast, piercing each orb stright through the nipples. She slammed eight uppercuts, four under each swollen globe. Callie grunted with the first four, and then the latina heard nothing from her beaten victim. Rita had a smile on her face as she drove a final titanic knee-blow into Callie's pubic bone.
Rita slid to the side after withdrawing her knee from her opponent's groin like a sword. From the delicious little "CRUUUNCH!" she'd heard, the latina knew she'd cracked her victim's pubic bone. Callie first dropped to her knees, then her upper body fell forward, emitting a small "UGHHHHH!" as her face hit the ground.
As Callie knelt with her face in the dirt, puking blood and saliva from her nose and mouth, trying to keep air in her lungs, unable to feel her pussy anymore, she could barely make out a new pair of black boots standing next to her. The woozy thin beauty then heard a familiar voice say, "Very good, ladies. You've done vell, very well indeed!"
Callie groaned as her head was slowly pulled up off the ground by her hair. As she came upright, still on her knees with her arms hugging her ravaged tits and abdomen, she looked right in to the smiling face of a kneeling Mariam.
The stocky black female frowned as she spied the shocked expression on Callie's face. "Hello again bitch" she said, "aren’t you not happy to see me?"
For the battered Callie, nothing could be truer.
That same day, Mariam had challenged Callie to a duel in the nude to the finish. And with ten thousand cash as the winning prize, Callie could not resist the opportunity to even a score with Mariam and took up the challenge. The brutal no holds barred fight lasted an hour before the powerful Mariam finally out punched Callie and beat her into a pulp. Callie was left bloodied, naked and sexually abused before being hand-cuffed and left alone in the garage while Mariam went away to clean up and dressed herself before returning to claim her prized victim.
For years, Mariam ran a money-laundering and drug ring in the same prison where Callie was a prison guard. It took Callie many weeks to get an opportunity to set Mariam up in prison. And months for Mariam to earn a parole after and tracked Callie down for a duel to the finish. The two women fought savagely in the private garage behind them. Their private fistfight lasted almost an hour before Mariam slugged Callie senseless and out cold.
Mariam cocked her gloved right fist back, and smiling wickedly, told Callie, "Tonite I’m gonna finish you, you miserable fucking bitch!"
Mariam's punch smashed straight into Callie’s navel with a solid "THWAAACK!" Callie fell over and lay moaning on her back as Mariam got to her feet.
"Pick this piece of shit up and hold her," Mariam told her partners.
After she was jerked up roughly to her feet by Mutula and Rita, Callie got a good look at her nemesis.
Mariam was a vicious 40-year-old black female who could get anything she wanted with either her wits or her fists. These talents had served her well both in and out of prison. She was stocky, standing 5 feet six inches, and her 40D-35-40 measurements weighed in at a muscular 160 pounds. When Callie spied the black stockings, short black miniskirt, black center-tied bikini top and matching vest, she couldn't resist taunting her hated foe.
"Dressing for...the cunt-lickers...in the slammer...bitch..?"
Mariam's backfist almost took Callie's head off.
The stocky fire brand smiled as she replied, "That's it baby, talk your shit!" Mariam watched as Rita and Mutula pushed the thin beauty against the side of her car, each woman holding an arm. Once Callie was stationary, Mariam said, "I've waited a long time for this!"
The fists came in slow at first, then faster as Mariam belted Callie's face from side to side with savage crossing blows. Mariam took all head shots since her associates had already mercilessly beaten up Callie's body. She soon got bored of slinging normal crossing punches into her badly wounded captive, and began whipping vicious, deliberately aimed backfists across Callie's mouth and jaw.
The sound of leather smacking flesh echoed in the empty site as Mariam took her revenge.
Callie's head hung down on her chest, blood pouring from her mouth and nose. The sweating Mariam sank her left hand into Callie's long hair and jerked her victim’s head up to face her.
"A long time indeed!" Mariam growled as she ripped a brutal uppercut into the point of Callie's chin.
Then she paused, and hit her again.
And again.
And yet again.
Mariam looked at both Rita and Mutula, giving them a signal. The women pulled the fading prison guard away from the side of the car.
As Mariam's next uppercut slammed in to Callie's jaw, the two released the thin beauty. Callie's body slammed back hard in to the side of her car, her head blasted skyward by Mariam’s wicked punch. Mariam dropped her fist and stepped aside as she enjoyed the sight of her enemy falling face first in to the dirt, out cold.
The three women gazed down at Callie's barely breathing form, spread-eagled face down but still sexy in the nude.
Mariam knew what was coming next, and her pussy got wetter just thinking about it.
Mariam had Callie just where she wanted her: so badly beaten that she couldn't fight back, yet still able to take more punishment. Mariam looked at her "associates" and told them, "Thank you very much, ladies. Your money is in that suitcase. Leave us now."
Rita and Mutula smiled as they backed away from the unconscious prison guard. They knew that the stocky black female was going to kill the thin beauty lying on the ground. The black woman wanted so much to do the job herself, but couldn't argue with a 5,000 dollar payday just to use her fists enough to break a rib or two.
The latina also wanted the pleasure of finishing off Callie once and for all, but with her 5-G she was going to be able to finance the next operation to make her the first "made" woman in the city's latin mob.
After both of her partners had departed, Mariam laughed aloud as she thought, "I'm sure we will meet again, ladies!"
Callie could hear herself moaning as she began to come to. "At least I'm not dead," the thin beauty thought to herself as she started to come around more fully. She could taste the dried blood on her lips and smell it through her nose. Her breathing was labored, each inhale eliciting a painful response from her left side courtesy of Mutula's potent fists. And her abdomen was a constant swirlling pain. She could almost feel her pussy again, but knew from the fuzzy ache between her legs that Rita's boots and knees had done a thorough job. Laying on her back next to her car, she slowly pushed her upper body off the ground to lean reclined on her elbow.
She noticed that Rita and Mutula have both disappeared. Her woozy eyes briefly focused on her wrecked body. Once they fully focused, the she also noticed Mariam standing in front of her, fists on her hips, legs spread wide.
The menacing black female was now topless. Mariam's big tits stood firm and round on her chest, nipples hard as diamond in their center.
"Get up bitch," was all Mariam said.
Callie sighed and struggled to her feet. "If I'm going out," she thought, "at least I'm going out fighting."
Mariam smiled as she watched Callie stagger on her feet. She'd dreamed of this every day she was incarcerated. Growing up in the ghetto was rough, and the stocky black falon learned how to fight before she learned how to fuck. She'd always bested anyone who crossed her in prison, winning too many times to count. But this thin beauty has some constitution. Another woman had never, ever came close to getting the better of Mariam until today, but knew that was more the result of the thin beauty simply getting lucky. Tonight she will get it her way.
Once Callie was on her feet, she weakly raised her good arm. Mariam, grinning, advanced on her. With whats left of her will Callie slowly cocked her fist back, but the Mariam’s fists was faster. And a lot more harder.
And it carried months worth of hate and lust for revenge behind it as it smashed into Callie's small stomach. Almost piercing through Callie’s thin frame!
Callie body flew backwards, folded over and but amazingly managed to stay on her feet. Her thin arms hanging down touching the ground as she vomitted more stomach juices. Mariam loved it.
"Very well. Lets see how long you can stay on your feet, bitch!" she said.
Mariam waited for Callie to steady herself, then slugged Callie again, this time with a left cross. The thin beauty’s head and torso swinging in response to the blow. Mariam's whipping back fist elicited a grunt from Callie as her body slung in the opposite direction. A right cross, right back fist, left cross, and left back fist, complete with pauses in between blows, had Callie reeling.
The black woman couldn't resist sinking a low blow in to Callie's busted vagina. As Callie bent over in agony, Mariam clipped her jaw with a short, wicked uppercut. The blow popped Callie erect again, and she staggered punch-drunk and woozy in front of her grinning tormentor.
"I can do this all night, baby" Mariam cooed as she lined up another right hook and then smashed it into the center of Callie’s vulnerable stomach, pushing her navel upwards into her upper abdomen. And left it buried there as Callie’s body folded over her fist.
The next few blows landed where Mariam carefully aimed and connected to the battered thin beauty's left cheek, left eye, mouth, nose and finally an especially wicked punch to the jaw.
Callie finally staggered backwards and with her legs wobbling.
Mariam, sweating heavily now, gleefully followed her.
A savage right back fist kept Callie back-pedaling. A left uppercutting back fist smashed Callie's head upwards and dropped her to one knee. Mariam closed in, jerked the thin beauty’s head up, and buried her right fist straight in between her victim's eyes. As Mariam paused, she slowly pulled her gloved right fist back again, she noticed how wet she was. "Just like it was in prison," she thought to herself. Her next blow smashed down into Callie’s solar plexus, driving her down to both knees. The black female was creaming herself as she dropped on one knee in front of Callie, grabbing Callie’s hair with one hand, her other fist slowly and deliberately pistoned into Callie's thin and battered body again, and again, and again.
Her final, hardest punch knocked Callie from her grasp. While Callie fell with a grunt to the ground on her back, Mariam squealed in delight as she finally came. She staggered as her pussy exploded in pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmm" Mariam moaned in ecstacy.
Callie, twitching in utter defeat on the ground, could only watch in horror.
Out of breath, Mariam whispered huskily as she reached down and yanked the pounded prison guard back to her feet, "I...want...MORE!"
Mariam easily woman-handled Callie against the front nose of her car, her sexy ass cheeks sitting right on the nose of the automobile. Mariam steadied the beaten thin beauty with a firm, left-handed grip on shoulder.
Callie knew she was beaten and broken.
"Enough...please.....you win...are going...to..kill me..."
Mariam smiled, cocked her aching right fist back yet again, and replied, "When you die bitch, it will be from a punch from a fist. MINE!"
The powerful black female's uppercut slammed Callie's back hard against the hood of her car with a "THWAAAACK!" Mariam savored the view of her beaten, bleeding and naked enemy sprawled out on the hood. Leaning over Callie’s prone body and after re-securing her grip on Callie’s shoulder, the buxom black female hammered her fist into Callie’s punctured navel. Again and again.
The back-to-back sounds of leather-clad fist meeting soft flesh immediately followed by that same female flesh hitting metal echoed through the construction site.
At three in the morning, no one could stop the stocky black falon from killing Callie, and no one but Mariam could hear the sounds.
To the sweating Mariam, it was the best foreplay she'd ever had.
To the shattered Callie, it was her end.
"CRAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAACK!"
"CRAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAACK!"
"CRAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAACK!"
"CRAAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAAACK!"
"CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
Mercifully, Callie passed out from the tenth hammering of Mariam’s fist into her destroyed abdomen. Mariam cared less. Her entire universe shrank down to two things: her bloody right fist, and her constantly cumming cunt.
Tired of having to pull Callie back into position, the lust-crazed Mariam mounted Callie's prone body on the hood. Sitting on Callie’s flattened stomach Mariam's fists went wild, back fisting Callie's face with every ounce of her strength. Fist after fist after deadly leather-gloved fist bashed Callie's head side to side, leaving bloody trails from the impacts.
And while she kept punching, Mariam kept cumming.
But somehow, through the red haze of hatred and revenge, through the crashing, soaking multiple orgasms, the superheated busty black female knew it was time.
"Time...to...kill...this...fucking...skinny bitch!" Mariam thought to herself as she slipped off Callie’s prone body and stood staring at her detroyed enemy.
Mariam growled as she jerked Callie by the throat off the hood for the killing blow...
"THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
The impact of the final crunching punch into a crushed stomach killed Callie instantly, and Mariam ended up spread-eagled on top of Callie’s battered body, her heavily sweating body jerking and humping on her dead victim, resulting in the hardest orgasm of her life. It took almost five minutes until Mariam slowly slid off her lifeless opponent and staggered away victorious into the night. She was sure to have gotten rid of her hated rival. For many more nights, Mariam masturbated while remembering the dream that came true. Strangely she thought if she could experience again such joy fighting anyone else than Callie.
The construction crew called the cops after daybreak to report they'd found a savagely beaten naked female sprawled on the hood of a car at their site. But she was alive, and had escaped by the skin of her teeth. Falling into a coma which led to Mariam thinking she was dead.
It was another five months before Callie resumed her duties in prison in an administrative role. But since it was a privately agreed fight to the finish with Mariam, she could not report the almost fatal incident and their rivalry continued thereon.

With her fractured pubic bone, Callie couldn't walk for weeks, less have sex again so far. She had been lucky to live and return to full health and her training had paid off as the severe beating her abdomen endured did cause some internal bleeding, but no permanent damage to important inner organs. But more than any other part of her slim curvy body, her navel and belly suffered the most. It would never be the same, her perfect small mid-riff always showing some small marks from the brutal face off with Mariam and beatings at the hands of Mariam’s female thugs.