After a rough start, the relationship between Jillian and Tiffany rapidly improved to the point they became close friends. The fact that Mr. Van Thordsen spent a lot of time taking care of his business in East Asia helped a lot.
Jillian saw in Tiffany a younger version of her, with a few rough edges to polish. The beautiful college girl was a natural blonde, endowed with a slender body and endless legs. She also had that spoiled brat attitude that Jillian, unlike most people, considered a valuable asset.
In exchange, Tiffany saw Jillian as her mentor. The spoiled young girl admired the way her new mother in law instantly became the center of attention everywhere she stepped in. She yearned to learn how Jillian did it, especially with men.
Jillian took Tiffany as her personal project, teaching the young brat how to dress, make up, walk, talk and behave to reach her goals. Since Mr. Van Thordsen was often travelling abroad, they had plenty of time, which they spent mostly shopping and spending ridiculous amounts of money, for the best in designer lingerie, clothing, shoes, bags and jewelry.
One Saturday afternoon the ladies decided to indulge in their favorite hobby. They were both exquisitely dressed up. Jillian was wearing a pink jacket dress with white accents, matching pink high heel pumps with a little white bow on the toes, a white lace and satin lingerie set of bra, panties and garterbelt holding tan nylons. Tiffany wore a pink patterned skirt, a white silk blouse with an enormous bow, a pink lingerie set, tan holdup stockings and white high heel pumps.
At about 5PM they climbed aboard Jillian’s Mercedes and headed to the Neiman Marcus store at a nearby mall. They were almost reaching destination when a light in the dashboard lit on. They simply ignored it, until the annoying voice of the onboard computer called their attention to check the tire pressure.
Fortunately, there was a car repair shop across the mall’s parking lot.
After a quick check, one of the mechanics informed the ladies that one tire should be replaced. The two classy blondes drew the attention of the predominantly male staff as they strutted towards the office. Jillian paid with credit card, and since it would take almost one hour to make the replacement, they decided to spend that time shopping.
“We will be at the mall across the street while you replace the tire”
“No problem Madam, please give me your cell phone number. We will let you know when your car is ready”
Jillian and Tiffany promptly crossed the street towards the Neiman Marcus store. By 6PM, the ladies were browsing handbags when a message reached Jillian’s phone.
“Mrs. Van Thordsen, your car is ready. We’ve charged it your credit card. Please be reminded, that being Saturday the shop closes 7PM. Please be sure to collect your car before we close”
Jillian read the message, and as they had one full hour left, the spoiled ladies continued their shopping spree following with shoes, clothing and lingerie.
It was 7.10PM at the repair shop, when the manager, eager to leave called Samiyah.
The 18 years old girl had been working at the shop for almost a coupe of months. Besides being a mechanic apprentice, as a rookie she had to perform the tasks that more experienced staff didn’t want to, namely cleaning the place after close.
“Samiyah, when you are finished cleaning, you’ll have to wait the client of the Mercedes S600”
Though frustrated, she wasn’t in position to complain, since hers was the only income at her home. The 150 lbs black girl had made a great effort to earn her place in a mostly male environment, were physical work was customary. The manager, seeing the annoyance in his employee face, tried to smooth it out.
“The client has been advised we are closing. Should be here anytime soon”
As everybody left the shop, the black girl worked hard to finish her duties as soon as possible. By 7.45PM she was done with her work and with nothing else to do, she sat on the Mercedes, tuned her favorite hip-hop station and cranked up the volume. As time passed by, no matter how well the music sounded on the Mercedes, the annoyance was turning into anger.
It was Saturday evening and all she could do was stay at that dammed shop waiting for those stupid white bitches.
After a while, she turned the music off and started walking nervously across the shop. Finally, at 8.45PM the front bell rang and the pissed off black girl rushed to the door. She took a deep breath before opening the door. She needed to calm down, the last thing Samiyah needed was to be out of job.
She opened the front door just to meet two prissy rich blondes, dressed to the nines and carrying half a dozen shopping bags each.
“My car is a Mercedes, silver gray. I received a message saying it’s ready”
The black girl was fuming. Those snooty bitches had spent her time shopping and they didn’t even bother to say “good evening”. Tough she would be more than happy teaching them some manners, she restrained herself and led the ladies to the car.
“Your car is in the back Madam, this way please”
Samiyah headed to the back gate controls while Jillian and Tiffany strutted to the car like they were on a catwalk, and placed the shopping bags on the Mercedes back seat. Jillian opened the car front door, and noticed the beige leather upholstery of her seat was stained with something like oil or grease.
“Excuse me young lady, come here right now!”
Samiyah made her best to ignore the condescending tone and walked towards the ladies.
“Is there a problem Madam?”
Jillian was standing next to the driver’s seat with her left hand resting in her right hip and her right hand pointing to the seat.
“Look at this. Do you think I would ruin my dress sitting here?”
As the black girl patiently listened Jillian ranting, her head was steadily being won by her dark side. It was obvious for Samiyah that the seat got stained by her dirty jumpsuit when she sat there before. She looked at dolled up lady from head to toes. Everything was in the right place, jewelry, hosiery, everything matching in pink and white, even those silly bows on the shoes. Of course nobody would ruin such an expensive outfit, at least, voluntarily. She tried her best to suppress her anger again in order to go home as soon as possible.
“I’ll get it cleaned in a minute.”
Tiffany was standing by Jillian, and as it was customary for the bratty college girl, she wouldn’t miss an opportunity to keep her mouth shut.
“Jillian, on Monday we should place a complaint to shop owner. It’s an outrageous way of wasting our time. It’s only by her fault!”
Jillian noticed how Samiyah’s expression changed. She saw the rage in the black girl’s withering look, and suddenly recalled the last time she saw something like that, it didn’t end well.
“Tiffany, there’s no need to complain. Let’s allow her to do her job, and we all will leave soon”
Tiffany was completely unaware of the storm she was about to unleash. As it was expected from a spoiled brat like her, a simple suggestion from Jillian wouldn’t be enough to silence her.
“If you don’t place the complaint, I will do it. And you kid, better start looking for a new job”
Samiyah stepped a few feet away from the arrogant ladies and pointed them with her cell phone. Jillian saw the death stare on Samiyah’s eyes and a shiver ran across her body.
“Smile for the camera!”
She took several pictures of Jillian and Tiffany and slid the phone on her pocket before walking towards them. Tiffany kept on ranting at the approaching black girl.
“What do you think you’re doing? Clean that seat right now! Why you keep wasting our time playing with that stupid phone!”
Samiyah stopped just one foot in front of Tiffany, and stared her down. At that precise moment, Jillian, who was standing at Tiffany’s side, knew for sure they were in trouble. She felt a knot in her stomach as well as strange tingling in her groin.
“You should have listened your sister, dumb bitch”
Jillian was scared as well as flattered by the confusion. Tiffany tried to push the black girl away from her. When her delicate hands pushed Samiyah’s shoulders it was like pushing against a concrete wall.
“She is not my sister. She’s my mother in law. Get away from me!”
“Just because you asked, I need the photos because nobody would believe what I am going to do”
“What are you going to...”
Samiyah stepped in front of both ladies and with no utter talk, clinched her fist and sent a blow at Tiffany’s belly. The weak blonde socialite doubled over in pain. Unable to react, Jillian watched in horror when Samiyah faced her.
“N-no p-please, Ughhh!!
The powerful black girl’s fist sank into Jillian’s stomach. With both white ladies struggling to breathe, Samiyah grabbed a chunk of hair from the back of the neck of both ladies and yanked them up. Once they were standing straight, she pulled the hair down, making the snooty blondes look at the ceiling.
“Ughhh, Ahhh, Let go please, we are sorry!”
The black girl walked them around the shop in that uncomfortable position. The clinking of their heels on the hard floor could be heard together with their pleas. Samiyah expected some kind of fighting back, but she soon realized those prissy white bitches were completely devoid of fighting skills.
“You were worrying about staining your fucking clothes. Now you have something else to worry about”
Samiyah was determined to punish both uppity ladies at the same time. She couldn’t afford to let one of them to get free to run or call for help. One option was to knock out one the ladies and give a lesson in manners to the other, but it would take out much of the fun of it.
Still grabbing their hair, the black girl placed Jillian and Tiffany in front of each other, and started bashing their foreheads together.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“W-what? Uhh! Ohh! P-pl… Ohh!”
She did it so fast, that when the ladies raised their hands to cover their heads, they have been already banged four times. The dazed rich ladies tried covering their wacked heads with their hands, but now the attack went to their soft bellies.
Samiyah alternately sent devastating blows to each socialite making them bend and twist in pain. When the floundering ladies lowered their hands to cover their tummies, Samiyah yanked them up by the hair and, again, hammered their heads together.
The battering was taking her toll on Jillian and Tiffany as they could barely stand and their skimpy arms were now dangling at their sides. Samiyah paused the bashing and with both dizzy blondes facing each other, allowed them to rest their heads over the other’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe how weak you are. I haven’t even started with you yet”
Samiyah grabbed her phone again and took several photos of the barely conscious ladies. They looked like two pathetic Barbie dolls, their face reddened, wobbling against each other, making a real effort to avoid falling to the ground. It only took Samiyah a little kick on Tiffany’s calf to make them crumble to the floor. The black girl made the battered wealthy women crawl on their four until they were side by side, and lifted their skirts.
“You gonna learn something about manners bitches”
A couple of firm heart shaped asses wrapped in lace lingerie were now on display. Jillian could be proud, that at least from her derriere, she would be difficult to tell from her daughter in law.
“P-please, let us go. You’re hurting us. Please no more!”
“Your majesty put some garterbelt on! Bet you’re looking for good fuck!”
The black girl sent a brutal kick to each white ass, making both prim ladies land face down on the dirty floor. Samiyah kneeled down, placing one knee over each of their backbones. Samiyah’s 150 pounds of muscle were crushing the frail uppity ladies.
“Uuuughh! Ahh!”
Samiyah grabbed each blonde’s chin and started pulling up really hard, making her victims upper bodies to arch up. As Samiyah pulled more and more, their stilettos wobbled in the air as their slender legs kicked in desperation.
“You, fucking useless bitches. I could rip your heads off just with my hands.”
“Aaaghhh! P-please, sorry, p-p-please no more!”
She released both chins at the same time and watched amazed as two doll faces hit the floor. Samiyah wasted no time, and after putting their arms on their backs, grabbed each lady’s both wrists and started pushing forward.
“Uuugggh! Aaaagh! You´re breaki…”
“You have no strength at all. I can brake your arms anytime I want to”
“Ohhh God! Nooo! Please Stop!”
The arrogant rich ladies were now sobbing and pleading for mercy. Samiyah released the hold on their puny arms and made them crawl on their four again. They looked like a couple of obedient puppies wrapped in designer clothes. Samiyah took more pictures, particularly of their lingerie clad asses, making them to look at camera.
The black girl found punishing Tiffany particularly stimulating. Samiyah locked Jillian’s head with her powerful legs forcing her to remain on her four, and yanked Tiffany up.
Samiyah wrapped Tiffany in powerful bearhug. Soft groans could be heard from the puny ladies, both being crushed by the black girl at the same time.
“You’re so frail. It feels I’ll break all your bones, princess!”
When Samiyah released the hold on them, Jillian plummeted face down on the floor, and Tiffany, at first crumbled on her knees. She was there swaying back and forth when a hard face slap send her sprawling to the floor. Samiyah yanked Tiffany up again. The college girl was staggering on her high heels. She looked like a soft breeze was all she needed to be taken down again.
Samiyah pulled down the zipper of her jumpsuit just to show her impressive 38D breasts. She grabbed a chunk of Tiffany’s hair from the back of her neck and sunk the blonde’s face in her chest.
“Mmmmphh! Mmmmph!”
“These are for real princess. No need for pushup bras like the fucking fried eggs of yours!”
Samiyah tortured Tiffany letting her take a breath only a couple of times per minute. The dumb college girl wasted the precious time she was allowed to breathe pleading for mercy. Samiyah in a flash realized she would knock her out too soon, so she released the hold on her hair. Tiffany plopped to the ground where she remained seated and glassy-eyed.
Samiyah allowed the panting blondes to recover their breath, and ordered them to crawl side by side on their four again.
She kneeled in front of the begging ladies and aimed at them with the phone.
“Now I want you to kiss. A good nice mother in law, daughter in law french kiss”
“N-no p-please no, you are crazy!” Smack!
After the hard slap landed in her pretty face, and Samiyah threat to smack her again, Tiffany realized she wasn’t in position to refuse again. Both ladies were trembling in fear, but none of them dared to make the first move. Samiyah decided to give them some encouragement.
“Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I don’t have all night bitches…”
The rough slapping proved to be effective, as Jillian and Tiffany started kissing. The black girl snapped lots of pictures of the scene.
“Wanna see more tongue bitches. Don’t make me ask again!”
Jillian and Tiffany promptly complied. Samiyah’s crotch was getting wet at the sight of the high society dolls making out, wrapped in their expensive clothes and lingerie, on their four over the dirty floor. Not that she was a lesbian, but the newly discovered power over those formerly cocky women was big turn on. After a few more snapshots of her kissing victims, Samiyah latched onto their hair yanking them up.
Stepping in front of Jillian, she grabbed her jacket lapels pulling the trophy wife closer to her.
“Look at the stains on this beautiful jacket. You’ve been a sloppy lady, do you really want to ruin it?”
“N-no, please let me go, I am sorry. You can take my purse, my necklace, it’s very expensive”
“SMACK! Oooh! SMACK! Sorry! SMACK! Ahhh! SMACK! Ahhh!”
Samiyah slapped the snooty wife face with real anger. That prissy bitch had treated her like a criminal.
“Fucking bitch! I am not a thief. I am teaching you a lesson!
Samiyah stripped Jillian off the jacket, revealing the cleavage of her strapless designer dress. She played with her index finger over the trembling trophy wife’s breasts.
“Nice little tits for and old white bitch like you”
Samiyah let her finger run a little more under Jillian’s dress cleavage and strapless bra. When the finger reached the edge of her hardening nipple, Jillian’s body shuddered.
“Holly crap! The Queen Barbie doll gets horny when trashed by a black girl!”
Samiyah turned her attention to Tiffany and pulled her from the blouse’s enormous bow.
“What have the Princess Barbie doll done to her blouse? How can you be so stupid to play on the floor dressed like this?”
Tiffany didn’t know how to answer. She started sobbing, because somehow she knew that no matter what she answered, the black girl would keep on punishing them.
Samiyah used both hands to rip open the silk blouse, putting Tiffany’s pink lace push up bra in display. Then she grabbed one of Jillian’s breasts with one hand, and one of Tiffany’s with the other. She squeezed roughly, like trying to rip the breasts off the haughty ladies.
“Aaayeee! Oohhh! Nooo!”
The crying prissy ladies floundered in her high heels while being pushed backwards at the same time their breast were being violently twisted and pressed, until their asses rested on the side of the Mercedes. Having them pinned against the car, Samiyah started to relentlessly beat the blonde weaklings.
“Fucking stuck up rich bitches. You don’t look so haughty now! I’ll teach you something about respect”
She punched their bellies, sank her knee in their crotches, landed blows on their breasts and slapped their faces, leaving each socialite on the verge of a knock out. Both snotty blondes were glassy eyed, and softly groaned at each hit received.
The first to fall down was Tiffany, after a knee hit her crotch lifting her lightweight body. The blow was delivered with such a strength that made her soles to loose contact with the floor. She was turned into a rag doll as she slid down against the car until her ass rested on the floor. Jillian wasn’t in much better shape. After a couple of blows in her soft belly, Samiyah applied her full strength in a smack that landed in left cheek, rocking her head. She also slid against the car as she passed out.
“That’s all you can take bitches?”
She had rendered unconscious the two prissy rich ladies, who were lying in an almost cartoonish position. Samiyah took several steps back to have the compete picture, and she was amazed.
They ended with their backs against the car, shoulders to shoulder, and their heads were leaning one against the other. Their mauled breasts were on display over the remains of their designer clothes. Jillian’s dress and Tiffany’s skirt were rolled up at their waist making them show their lace covered pussies. Their slender nyloned legs were spread open, and they still had their high heel shoes and jewelry on.
Samiyah took pictures of the beaten down ladies. She thought a good final touch would’ve been chirping birds flying around their heads.
She was feeling almighty and, although she wouldn’t like to admit it, decisively horny. She wanted to keep on punishing what was left of her victims, and an idea came to her mind.
She dragged the unconscious blondes a few feet away from de car, stripped Tiffany of the remains of her blouse and skirt, and Jillian of her dress.
Besides taking more photos, she grabbed a grease pot and a duct tape roll from the supplies cabinet.
She started with Jillian, smearing grease over her swollen breasts and over her bald pussy. It wasn’t by accident that one finger at first, and then two and even three of Samiyah’s greased fingers were soon inside Jillian.
“What a pervert Queen Barbie doll! You’re dripping wet!”
The trophy wife regained consciousness with a moan while Samiyah rhythmically thrust her fingers inside her pussy.
“Mmm… W-what are you… Mmmm... doing to me?
Jillian’s body shivered as Samiyah withdrew her fingers and flipped her body face down. She smeared more grease over her crotch and ass, used Jillian’s dress to clean her hands. She grabbed her panties and pulled her ass up. She used the duct tape to tie her hands to her ankles, leaving the sexy socialite bound with her face against the floor and her ass pointing upwards.
“P-please, let us go, please!”
Samiyah ignored her pleas and tied Jillian’s ankles together as well as her tights with several rounds of duct tape. When she finished tying Jillian, she started smearing grease on Tiffany. This time, the pussy fingering proved ineffective to wake up the college girl, who only came back to consciousness when Samiyah jerked her ass up yanking her panties.
“Uuugghhh! w-what…”
She then proceeded to tie the clueless Tiffany the same way she did with Jillian. Having both blondes already tied up on the floor, Samiyah made them rest on their side and also taped their mouths. After a short trip to the tools cabinet she came up with a pair of screwdrivers, the ones with the biggest handles she could find.
“I am gonna hang out with my friends for a few hours. I am borrowing your car”
The bound and gagged uppity rich ladies couldn’t see what was coming. Samiyah slid Tiffany’s greasy panty aside and started pushing the screwdriver’s handle into the college girl’s anus. Although her anus was covered with grease, the handle proved to be more than a match for Tiffany’s virgin ass. The black girl ignored her muffled cries and frantic kicking, until a good 4 inches of the handle disappeared inside her. With an evil grin, Samiyah showed Jillian the other screwdriver.
“Don’t be jealous, yours is coming right now!”
Samiyah fucked Jillian’s ass with the handle the same way she had already done with Tiffany. Unlike her daughter in law, Jillian’s restrained body contorted like inviting the penetrating object. It was clear that the sounds coming from her taped mouth were pleasure moans.
“Mmmm! Mmmm!”
She took more photos of the ravished blondes. Tiffany’s body contorted and her ass moved trying to wring the invading object out. The college girl’s cries of pain could be heard even trough her gag.
“I’ll be back in couple of hours. If find any of you without the present I left in your asses I’ll be really, really, pissed of. Got it?
Jillian and Tiffany made their best effort to nod with their pretty, and now well bruised, faces. They also saw the black girl leaving the shop with Jillian’s Mercedes.
A couple of hours later, Samiyah came back to the shop and found both high society ladies at exactly the same position she left them. She used scissors to cut their ties and removed the duct tape from their mouths. Samiyah twisted, pulled and pushed the screwdrivers in and out of their asses before roughly removing them.
“Uuughh! Oohh God, it hurts!”
Samiyah yanked them up by the hair, and after making the prissy ladies lick the screwdriver’s handles clean, handed the car keys to Jillian.
“Now get your stupid white asses out of here!”
The battered blondes stumbled on their high heels as they ran to the car as fast as their ravaged asses allowed them to. Samiyah felt proud at the sight of the beaten up blondes, bruised, greased and fucked, running like scared rabbits.
“Hold a second princess, don’t leave your fucking clothes in my floor”
Jillian was already at the driver’s seat while Tiffany, closely followed by Samiyah, collected their clothes from the floor.
“Put them on the car, princess”
Tiffany tossed their tattered clothes in the back seat. Her slim body was trembling in fear, and as Samiyah stood in front of her, she lowered her head. Samiyah grabbed her chin, forcing the shuddering blonde to make eye contact.
“Did you learn something tonight, princess?”
“Yes… I am sorry… please let me go”
“I am not quite sure you’ve assimilated the lesson well. You look like a slow learner. Take this as reinforcement”
Samiyah’s left fist landed on the college girl’s chin rocking her head to the left. Tiffany’s vision blurred before the black girl’s right fist delivered a devastating blow to her left cheek, knocking her out cold.
Samiyah lifted Tiffany’s unconscious body with ease and carried the blonde over her shoulder. She ordered Jillian to open the trunk of the Mercedes, where she tossed the unconscious brat limp body. Samiyah closed the trunk lid and approached Jillian, who was sitting at the wheel trembling in terror.
“I am done for tonight. I know where you live, Mrs. Van Thordsen. I may pay you a visit… You ought me tonight’s overtime.”
The end.
