Paul’s answer infuriated Marica, but at the same time it turned her on. He wanted to fuck the winner? Then she’d destroy Caroline. Prove she was the one he should want. She pictured making Caroline crawl, and beg. It made her wet. She pulled harder on the broomstick. She worked in side to side on Caroline’s crushed nipples. She loved the sobbing sounds of pain she forced out of the kneeling bitch.
Caroline’s head swam in the sweltering heat of the flat. Marica was crushing her, using the broomstick like a thin fucking wedge into her tits. “Goddamn you!” Caroline screamed at her. She couldn’t lose, not to this bitch! She got her hands behind the wooden rod, and pushed, but Marica had more leverage. Her knee in Caroline’s back was a second grinding spot of pain. Caroline clenched her teeth and pushed the only way she could - up. She screamed as the broomstick dragged her nipples up, as it crushed her breasts up against her chest. Then it was free - and crashed into her face.
Marica stumbled back, losing her grip on the stick as she fell. Caroline slumped forward and to the side, dazed, her long hair spread across the floor. Her hips were turned to the side but her upper body rotated back, her arms outstretched, her breasts rolling on her chest. A deep livid bruise was already forming, a purple horizontal line across her nipples. Her nose streamed blood from the last shot to her face.
Marica took her time. Two hands full of Caroline’s hair. Drag her up. Drag her into the kitchen. Slam her into the counter. Paul followed, his cock throbbing, his body gleaming with sweat. Caroline was slumped forward against the cabinets. Marica’s knee was planted in her ass, holding her there, her breasts resting on the countertop. Their wooden cutting board was in easy reach, a rectangle of solid oak. Marica lifted it, and drove its long edge down into the tops of Caroline’s tits. The white girl’s scream was bloodchilling. She thrashed, knocked the board away. Her wild elbow hit Marica in her eye, sending her spinning away.
“Oh fuck!” Caroline sobbed. She fell to her hands and knees in the narrow kitchen. It was like the pain was drowning her, swallowing her, like a flamethrower had been turned full-force on her chest. Her breasts hung, her puffy nipples jutting. She couldn’t cradle them; couldn’t even touch them.
Marica touched her bruised eye and watched Caroline. Fucking busted her tits, she thought. Good. She’s fucking finished. cxnt. She turned to Paul, only a few feet to her side. She moved into him, pressing her breasts into his chest, rotating her hips in a small slow hula to rub her lower belly on his cock. She tilted her face up and pulled his down, pushing her tongue into his mouth as fiercely as he had been tongueing Caroline’s pussy when she had caught him. She could taste the bitch on his lips.
“I will punish you later,” she said, her voice ragged with hard breathing, humming with lust. “Right now, I want my prize. I whipped her fat fucking ass for you.” She slid one hand down his chest, and curled her fingers toward his erection.
Caroline hit her in the side like a blindside blitz. Marica flew sidewise, into their small dining table where their fan oscillated back and forth, pushing hot air futilely a few feet before the stifling room simply absorbed it. The fan toppled and rolled. Marica spilled to the floor. Caroline landed on her hands and knees again. Neither of them moved for a long moment. Caroline struggled up first. Her eyes were full of murder.
She grabbed the fan, and with a jerk yanked its plug from the outlet. The soft hum of the electric motor died; the soft whir of the blades slowed. Marica raised her face. Caroline used the fan base like a bludgeon. Marica crashed back to the floor on her side. Caroline followed her, wrapped the electric cord around her throat, and garrotted her with all her strength.
Marica thrashed as Caroline strangled her. The floor under them was wet with sweat. “Fucking kill you,” Caroline gasped. Heat, and hate. The cord bit into Marica’s throat. The fan hung on her back, the longer length the cord over her shoulder, the plug itself jittering at its end. Caroline twisted the cord so she could hold it with one hand; her other snatched the plug and stabbed it into the side of Marica’s heaving breast. The metal prongs cut Marica but Caroline couldn’t hold the choke with one hand. The black girl ripped free.
It was an all-out, frenzied war now. They fought the length and width of the flat, slamming into furniture, walls, and floor. They scratched, punched, and bit each other like animals. Every chance she had, Marica tortured Caroline’s brutalized tits. In relentless response, Caroline ripped and tore at the smooth-shaven dark flower of Marica’s pussy.
They fought down the short hall to their bedrooms. Marica pinned Caroline to the wall and gut-punched her. She smashed her knee into Caroline’s belly. When she had first peeled off her shirt and clenched her fists, she had thought it would be easy to dominate her roommate. How wrong she had been. Caroline would not stop fighting back. Marica turned her hips too much and Caroline’s knee flashed up into her pussy. And once again, her hands were in Marica’s hair, jerking her head back and forth, her neck aching. They stumbled into Marica’s bedroom, falling across the bed. Paul stood at the door and watched. It was even hotter in here, if that was possible.
Legs tangled, they grappled on the bed. Marica was on her back, her head off one side of the mattress. Caroline lifted her hips and slammed them down. Like she had battered Marica’s tits with her own, now she went pussy to pussy. Marica screamed again in pain. God, this was over a man? She couldn’t imagine having sex now. Caroline drove four fingers into her, spread them, and ripped them back out. She stabbed them in again, ripped them out again. The third time, Marica broke.
All her rage, all her defiance, all her pride - gone.
“Oh God stop!” she screamed. “Enoughhhh! N-no more!”
Caroline ignored her. She sank her nails into Marica’s tits, spread them, twisted them. She ground her knee on Marica’s bleeding clit.
“Pleeease oh godddd pleeease!” Marica was beyond all hope now. Caroline had said fucking kill you. Marica believed it now. Caroline released one brown breast; the other she squeezed and twisted harder. She stabbed her fingers into Marica’s pussy again. Marica went rigid, her back arched. A thin milky, bloody fluid burst from her distended nipple. She shrieked, until she fainted.
Caroline threw Marica’s limp body off the bed and collapsed face down. She turned her head just enough to meet Paul’s eyes. She nodded.
He came to her, and mounted her ass. As his cock thrust into her pussy, she felt the first ripple of her orgasm, then a tremor, then the full impact hit her. She went as rigid as Marica had, only a moment before, but with pleasure rather than pain. Waves rolled through her. Heat waves.
When Marica came to, her wrists were tied to one leg of the bed at its foot. She was on her knees, her head on the edge of the mattress. Dully, she watched all night. Fuck it was hot.
