Mad Women, Ch. 10
This is a work of fantasy and the human imagination.
Anna’s double date had been going very well so far. They had gone to Emilio's Ballato for pasta and wine, and now they were back at Donald’s apartment for another glass. It was Anna’s first date with Donald and the first time she had gone out after her match against Kaira. That had been almost a month ago, although it felt like both a year ago and last night. Anna had taken some time off of work, but she hadn’t been bruised up too badly because of the nature of the fight. Kaira was still working in their office too, and although Anna had prepared herself to be insulted, or jumped, or both, the Indian beauty had mostly given her the cold shoulder when they passed each other. The younger girl had been moved away from Anna’s desk and was now the personal assistant to the head of creative, which put her in the other half of the office and as far from Anna as she could be, which was, in turn, fine with her. Although she was always ready to protect her territory and rebuff any insults or encroachment from would-be competitors, she had also had enough of the drama with the Watt family. And as far as Anna was concerned, she had taken care of Kaira well enough when they tangled, and if the younger girl was ready to let it lie, so was she.
It was Daniella whom Anna thought about. Daniella and her brutal anything-goes fistfight against Debleena. Anna had watched the fight from the sidelines, behind the glass, with the rest of the audience, and she had seen the beating Daniella had taken, the punching, the hair pulling, the mauling, the chops to her voluptuous chest, and she wondered how she had felt upon waking up the next morning. The two women had had no meaningful contact since they left the Watts’ house. But Anna had also felt the energy in the audience at the sight of Daniella, her beautiful face and her supremely capable and feminine body, and she wondered if they had felt the same when they had seen her the night before, and she wondered what it would be like to be the women who inspired so much, who created such energy, who deserved such attention. And she found herself thinking of fighting Daniella, thought about it while she was sitting at her desk and while she was on the subway, headed home, thought about it most of all those few times they passed each other in the Abraham and Weiner offices after Daniella returned to work. She wondered what it would feel like to slap her across the face and to pull her hair and to be slapped across the face by her, to have Daniella crash into the way Anna had seen her throw herself at their opponents when they had fought side by side that night months ago, the first time they fought for the Watt family. That night, Anna had stood next to Daniella and felt the limitations of her own beauty, and the more she thought about that feeling the more she wanted to sink her claws into her voluptuous flesh.
The previous weekend, Anna had gone to a casual party with a friend of hers from the office, Tawny. Tawny was a few years older than Anna, and she had been with their advertising agency, Abraham and Weiner, for a long time, and she was that kind of woman whom other women just allowed to hang around, Anna thought. She was pretty enough, and she always made an effort with her hair and dress, but to be honest, Anna found her a bit forgettable as far as looks went. However, she seemed to know her place in the world, which Anna appreciated. But Tawny had a cute boyfriend, and when Anna went to this casual party with them the previous weekend, they introduced her to Donald, their very handsome friend who happened to have just become single. Donald was tall, and he had a strong jawline and broad shoulders, and he was a junior partner at a firm in Brooklyn. Anna knew that she was very attractive, and she had been firing on all cylinders that night. Tawny had told her about Donald when she had invited her to the party while they were eating lunch together at work. Tawny had heard about Anna’s win over Kaira and had made an effort to connect with her more afterward, and Anna had thought that Tawny hated Kaira as much as the other women did and was looking to befriend someone who had put her down a peg. At the party that night, Anna’s light brown hair looked just right, her makeup emphasized her eyes and her strong cheekbones, and her dress put her well-formed bust and her strong legs in just the light. She and Donald had gotten along very well, and by the end of the party, they had made plans for the double date this evening.
So now, Anna was sitting on one end of the couch, talking to Donald, while the rather forgettable Tawny and her boyfriend put together a plate of cheese and crackers and found the deck of playing cards. Truth be told, Anna did not really want to play cards with them. Donald was the epitome of a good catch, and she wanted to get him alone so that she could make a lasting impression. She was wearing her most flattering dress, and she had gone out and gotten her hair and makeup done, and she thought she looked damned hot. As they sat on the couch, Donald was talking about a real estate case at his firm, something to do with a landlord who had been charging every unit in an old subdivided house the electric and water bills for the house as a whole. While he was talking, Anna had a distant thought that maybe it was the same anecdote he had told her the previous weekend, but she didn’t really care. He looked great, and he smelled better, and she brushed her hair back out of her eyes and touched her hand against his forearm and smiled at him with all the electricity and charm that she could muster. And she smiled and nodded and smiled and nodded, and soon enough Donald was nodding and smiling along with her, in the same rhythm, and at that point she thought that she had hooked him, and she was ready to reel him in.
However, it was not to be. Anna was just thinking about how to get Donald away from the boring Tawny and her boyfriend when the door to the apartment opened and slammed shut. The door was behind Anna, and when she saw Donald’s face looking over her shoulder at whoever had just entered, she knew that her evening had just taken a turn. Bracing herself, half-expecting to be attacked right away, Anna was kicking herself for not asking Donald—or better, Tawny—if Donald had any ex-girlfriends she should know about. A guy like Donald was sure to have multiple exes, and Anna had known that she would need to fight at least one of them, probably more, but she wouldn’t have a problem with that if it meant keeping him. But the woman who stood in front of her, obviously ready to brawl, was not a jealous ex-girlfriend. It was Kaira, and she was dressed to the nines. Like Anna, she too had had her hair and makeup done just right, and like Anna, she too was wearing a dress that showed off her body to its best effect. Her breasts were spilling over the top of an off-the-shoulder number, and her strong legs were visible through the slits up the side. Her eyes were lit up and she was breathing hard, and Anna took note of her hands, curled up into claws.
“Come back for seconds, bitch?” Anna said, still sitting on the couch.
“We’re going to see how much attitude you have after I knock you around for a while,” Kaira responded.
“I don’t think Donald would appreciate me kicking your ass in his nice apartment,” Anna said. “And I don’t want to ruin our date.”
“You think you’re on a date? Who do you think arranged this?” Kaira asked her, chuckling.
Panicked, Anna turned toward Donald. But he was rising from the couch and stepping away from her. And now Anna saw that Tawny and her boyfriend were watching from the kitchen door, and they didn’t look surprised at seeing Kaira.
“What’s going on?” Anna asked.
“What do you think? That Donald, the hot young lawyer, would just fall all over you? Do you think Anna the accountant at the agency he’s never heard of could just grab his heart, no problem? Yes, you’re really pretty, I guess, but you’re not me. I'm just saying. You aren’t rich. I went to Miss Porter’s. Where did you go to school? And you work all day, like, actually work. I offered Donald the chance for some entertainment, and that’s all you are to him, entertainment. He’s not even a lawyer.”
“So what do you want?” Anna asked her. “Besides another beating.”
“To give you a choice. Either you entertain our guests here, or I beat your ass, and then you entertain our guests. And when they’re done with you, I’m taking your hair.”
“And when I kick your ass instead?” Anna asked in a defiant tone, now rising from the couch. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest and she felt like there was electricity running all up and down her skin and she felt beautiful and fully alive. She’d beaten this girl before, and now she would again, in front of Donald and Tawny. Tawny, who’d been the one to set her up because she was jealous of her, Anna saw now. She shot Tawny a look that said, We’ll settle up after.
“You’re never nice to me. You’re not a real friend,” Tawny said.
“You’re going to regret this,” Anna replied to her, then to Kaira she said, “And you are too.”
“You don’t stand a chance,” Kaira said. “It’s going to cost you that beautiful hair.”
“Your boyfriend seemed to like it fine. And I think Donald over there likes it,” Anna added, glancing suggestively in his direction. “Even though you paid him not to, he couldn’t help himself.”
“I’m going to beat that attitude out of you,” Kaira said, slowly.
And with that, Kaira began sliding herself out of her gorgeous dress to reveal her equally gorgeous body. And then she quickly removed her lace bra and tossed it aside, standing before Anna in only a pair of black panties and stockings. Anna stared at her body and then quickly removed her own dress and her bra and stood before Donald in her own black panties, as she had been thinking about all night, and in front of Kaira and Tawny, revealing her nearly naked body to them. Her stockinged feet were gripping the carpet like she was digging into it with her toes, and she could feel her strength and the tightness of her body flowing up from her feet through her thighs and then her hips and then up her torso and chest to her shoulders. Her medium-sized breasts sat high and firm on her chest, her nipples rock hard in her anticipation of the fight, her arms and legs were strong and lean from years of dance, and she felt lean and strong all over. Her makeup and hair still looked perfect, she thought, and she was proud of her great brown eyes and her wide feminine mouth and full lips, and she was suddenly aware of her brown hair touching her bare shoulders and she was thinking about Kaira’s threat to cut it off. Kaira, standing before her, also topless and nearly naked. She looked so strong, with visible ab muscles and thighs like springs and a perfectly formed ass. Anna found herself staring at Kaira’s enormous breasts, so different from the rest of her body with its explosive strength, more like a jaguar with a dozen pelts to its collection than a young lady from a prominent Manhattan family. Those breasts seemed perfectly spherical and were topped by enormous black areola and long nipples that were just as hard and eager as Anna’s, just as beautiful and essential to her femininity. As she stared at the Indian’s gorgeous body, Anna thought of chewing on those nipples and her giant boobs, as she had before, and clawing her face open, and ripping her black hair out of her scalp, and she wondered if she could make the younger beauty cry this time. She knew that Kaira had beaten Dani badly, but Anna herself had bested her in their wrestling match in the mud, and if she could whip Kaira’s ass that would mean that she could give Dani the whipping she deserved as well. It would feel even better, slamming her fist into Dani’s face, after the way the Latina had treated Anna and the way Anna had felt, ignored, having to stand next to her and watch her get everyone’s attention. Anna shifted her gaze up to meet Kaira’s, staring into her endless black eyes and noticing yet again the inhuman quality of her face, more like a work of art than a living woman. But she was a woman, one who was eager to fight her, and Anna could no longer contain her desire.
With no more thought or warning, the two young women launched themselves at each other. Anna got herself low and put her shoulder into the Indian’s gut and speared her. Anna bore her down to the ground and heard the air rush out of her as they landed and she felt good. She got her arms wrapped around the other girl’s torso and was looking to get on top and mount her and hurt her early. But Kaira was strong, incredibly so, and even with the spear to her gut and Anna’s landing on top of her it was all Anna could do to hold her down. After a few seconds, Anna had lost her grip around her torso and the two of them were in a rolling melee on the floor, churning and thrashing over each other, their magnificent bodies pressed together. They hit each other and pulled hair. Anna got on top and, drawing herself up, she got hold of Kaira’s hair with her left hand and slammed her right fist squarely into the center of her face, twice, but then she found herself bucked up into the air and rolling to the side. She landed on her hip and elbow and before she could turn to face her opponent, she was seized by the hair on the top of her head and yanked upward. Anna shrieked in pain and anger and reached up with both hands to pull at the hand in her hair, but before she could do anything to free herself, she was flung bodily forward. It was with such strength as she’d never felt before from a woman and she couldn’t stop herself before she crashed into the end table by the couch. She hit awkwardly and went stumbling down to the ground. She wasn’t hurt, but it took her a second to adjust to her situation and by the time she had, she was being attacked again. As she looked up, Anna took a bony fist in the face, a wicked uppercut that Kaira had thrown from her waist, and it put her flat on her back. She was lying prone now, staring up at the ceiling, and then a dark shape appeared over her, Kaira, and she was raising her foot up to stamp her in the gut. Anna rolled clear and came up to her hands and knees and then her feet, her years of dance paying off, and she turned to find that Kaira had slammed her foot down where she’d been lying and was now holding her knee. And glaring at Anna with true feminine hatred, one young woman against the other.
Anna struck with everything she had. A right fist and then a left to the face, and then a right and a left to the body, and another right to the face, a straight punch that nailed her clean in the mouth so that Anna could feel her full lips pulp under her knuckles. Every punch she’d thrown with everything she had and all of them had hit true. Kaira grunted with each strike and the last one drove her back several steps. Anna paused, seeing the effect her punches had had, and Kaira stopped too, looking up at the ceiling, and then she put her hand to her mouth and wiped away the blood and then she stared at Anna coldly and came forward with her fists up. Anna threw a punch but Kaira slipped under it and got a fist into her right side, digging into her ribs, and then when Anna winced and brought down her elbow on that side Kaira got around and hooked a solid blow into her on her left side. This hit was harder, and reflexively Anna leaned to that side now, bringing both arms over and her head down to cover up where she was hurt, and when she did Kaira slammed a fist up into her face. It popped her up straight and stunned her, and now Kaira was nailing her in her flat stomach and hips and throwing punches up into her breasts. Anna recovered herself enough to back up and cover up, the entire front of her body burning, and Kaira stayed on her. One after another, hard fists thumped into her arms, some getting through and hitting her in the head. One got her clean on the temple, leaving her stunned, and all she could think about was backing up and getting clear of the onslaught so that she could reset herself, and then a mighty blow hit her dead in the center of her abdomen and put her flat on the ground. While she’d had her head down and was trying only to protect herself, Kaira and measured her up and kicked her, hard, without any worry about a counterstrike. Anna landed on her back and it felt like someone had yanked the battery out of her and her body had shut down.
“Haven’t had a lot of real fights?” Kaira asked. She was still several feet away and had not advanced after Anna had fallen. “No ref to save you tonight, honey.”
Anna glared up at her and then, when her body started responding again, she rolled over and pushed herself to her feet. “No time outs, bitch,” she answered. “I’m ready to give you another beating.”
Anna saw the temper flare in Kaira’s eyes, and the Indian rushed at her, just like Anna had wanted. As Kaira came at her, hands extended, Anna threw her own kick, aimed at Kaira’s crotch, just like she had during their match at Kaira’s house in the Hamptons. But Kaira had known Anna was provoking her and knew the kick was coming, Anna saw, too late. The dark-skinned, inhumanly beautiful fighter caught her foot and then, gripping it hard, yanked upward with all of her considerable strength. Anna’s plant foot flew out from under her and she fell on her ass, again on her back on the ground, but this time Kaira was on her and still holding her other leg up in the air and she kicked her between the legs, savagely. Anna felt the shock of it all the way from her crotch up through her body to her face, and she put both hands over herself as if to shield herself from the kick that had already struck her. She was defenseless and near enough to being shock and now Kaira poured on the abuse. She kicked Anna in the face, knocking her flat on her back, again, and this time her stamp into Anna’s stomach hit true. Three more stamps to her stomach, then more to her chest, and kicks to her face, and Anna was just lying there, covering herself with both hands, and feeling nothing but the emptiness of her own body. Eventually the kicks stopped and Anna came back to the world and to the fight and saw the other girl standing over her.
“Done already?” Kaira asked her. “That didn’t take much.”
So saying, Kaira stepped up to Anna and bent down to grab her hair, but Anna was not done. As Kaira got close, she grabbed hold of her ankle with both hands and, lunging forward, bit her on the calf. Kaira yelped in pain and tried to hop away, but Anna held on as long as she could, feeling her teeth get into the flesh a little before Kaira got free of her. Her victim was facing away from her and checking her lower leg for blood and cursing under her breath, and by the time she looked back at her, Anna was on her hands and knees and coming for her. Anna threw herself forward and clipped Kaira in the back of her knee, sending her to the ground in a pile. And now Anna was on top of her, sitting on her stomach, hitting her on the cheeks with a flurry of open palms, right and left hands. All the energy was coming back into her now, and Anna grabbed hold of Kaira’s black hair and pulled, pulled with all the strength she had. Kaira screeched in pain and anger and Anna imagined the hair ripping free of her scalp, the roots pulling free, and she leaned back and tried to twist the hair around her hands so that she didn’t lose her grip. Kaira’s screeching got louder and turned into screams and Anna felt good, she felt very good, and she leaned back farther, intending to pull Kaira’s head up and toward her so that she’d feel like her head was being ripped off, and for one instant Anna wondered if Kaira was hoping her hair would rip out to save her neck. And then, Anna felt her own hair being pulled from the back and felt herself being tipped over all the way and she lost her perch on Kaira’s waist. The Indian had powered herself up and reached behind her and pulled her hair, aided by Anna’s overextending herself, her overeagerness.
The young women rolled clear of each other. Anna was the first to regain her feet. She was hurting all over from the punches and the kicks, but she thought that Kaira looked dazed from the barrage of slaps Anna had hit her with and then the way she’d stretched her neck with her hairpull. The Indian braced her hand against her knee and pushed herself up to her feet and took a deep breath before she turned to face the brunette. They paused for an instant, glaring at each other, their faces, breasts, abs, backs, all showing the damage inflicted thus far, their stockings ruined, their bare feet showing. For one second, each girl was staring at the rising and falling breasts of her opponent, the medium-sized chest of Anna and the enormous globes of Kaira, and then their eyes simultaneously rose up and locked onto each other’s beautiful face, and they set themselves in grim determination and raised their hands, knotting them into hard fists, and they locked horns again. Kaira threw a jab just as Anna was dodging to the side, and the miss gave Anna an opening and she clocked her across the cheek with her right hand, then followed up with a left into her breast. Kaira took the shots and nailed Anna in the mouth with a right and a left, a quick combination that put her back a step. Anna threw a jab into Kaira’s face, but the raven-haired beauty ate it just for the chance to hit her back. The punch stunned Anna and left her open for a series of shots to the face and then a wicked right into the side of her bosom. The blow hurt and she covered herself and stepped back again. Kaira was chasing her now and Anna backpedaled, circling when she felt the wall of the living room coming up behind her. Now the couch was between them and Anna slowed down, taking the opportunity to regain her wits, hoping the ache in her breast would subside even though she knew that even in the best scenario more punishment was coming.
As Anna came around from behind the couch and the two were nearly in striking distance again, Kaira said, “Daniella punches a lot harder than you do.”
It was like all the blood rushed to her face and chest as the comment dropped, and Anna lurched forward. She nailed Kaira with a right and Kaira returned the same and the two beauties planted their feet and threw down. One punch after another smashed into faces, breasts, and stomachs. They grunted and groaned with each blow and their hair and their sweat whipped through the air. In the beginning, it was an even exchange, but then Anna found herself being overwhelmed and driven back. Finally it was too much and she had to cover up her face with her arms and duck down. Kaira hit her over and over and then Anna felt herself being seized by the hair and pulled forward and slung. She went stumbling across the room and passed Donald, who scrambled out of her way. She collided with the wall behind him, hitting her shoulder against the hard corner, and then she bounced off of it. She was at the doorway into the kitchen and she managed to get herself turned around as Kaira advanced on her. Panting, hurting, Anna braced herself with both hands on the doorframe, telling herself to get her hands up but needing them for support, and then Kaira was on her. She threw punches into Anna’s stomach, one, two, three, and then an uppercut into her breast, and Anna leaned forward, hurting, and then Kaira threw an uppercut into her face just as it came down. Anna was rocked back on her heels and she went stumbling back through the kitchen, and Kaira followed her, hitting her across the face with a right and a left. Anna could feel the blood on her face now from the cuts from the punches, from her busted mouth and nose, and she desperately threw herself forward and into Kaira. The move surprised her and they fell into a wrestler’s clinch, arms around each other’s torsos, pulling hair, gasping and sweating, their breasts pressed together, and as they tightened their hold on each other Kaira’s enormous mounds were pushed out under their armpits. They pushed and strained against each other. Anna threw punches into Kaira’s side and the Indian returned the favor, but they had little effect. Their foreheads and cheeks were pushing and grinding against each other and Anna could smell the other woman, her physicality and her brutality. Anna got her hand on Kaira’s face, finally, and pushed back, and the other woman did the same, smearing the blood around her face. At last, with a loud grunt, Kaira shoved Anna backwards, and then as Anna stumbled into the counter Kaira hit her across the face with a right fist that drove her back again, and then a left that sent her sailing into the kitchen table.
Anna hit the table with terrible force, tipping it over and scattering the chairs and falling to the floor. She felt like she’d fallen down every set of stairs in the building, and as she looked up, expecting to find Kaira coming for her again, she instead saw her looking through the kitchen drawers. Kaira’s back was to her, and Anna saw the sleek lines, the hemisphere of her butt, the tight waist, the black hair, wet from sweat and disheveled from their fighting. Anna stared at the young woman’s hair and thought of her own hair, also wet and disheveled, and of Kaira’s threat of cutting it off, and she realized that she was looking for a pair of scissors. Despite the pain coursing through her body, Anna pushed the busted table away and rolled herself clear and rose to her feet. She was hurting and breathing hard but she made herself square up and move forward again. Kaira looked over her shoulder, smirking at her, and for that one instant, as she turned, the massive swell of her bust was highlighted in silhouette, and then the Indian was facing her head on and coming for her again. Anna got her fists up, and as she did she realized that each exchange of the fight, she’d thrown at Kaira’s head. This time, when they got within striking distance of each other, Anna made like she was again, and then she went down low and nailed Kaira low in the stomach with a left. The punch made her grunt and retreat a step, and now Anna came up and got her with a series of hooks and crosses to her huge chest, sending the massive things bouncing. Anna reveled in the sense of her fists smashing into the feminine flesh there, those soft mounds, one satisfying thump after another. Kaira grunted with pain again and covered her chest up with both arms, and now Anna moved up and hit her across the face. It was a good shot and it sent the darker-skinned girl all the way back to the far end of the kitchen. Anna chased after her, eager to press her advantage, but as she got within punching distance again Kaira leapt right at her. Anna was caught completely off guard and after a bit of grappling, Kaira had her under control. Pulling her by her hair, Kaira slammed her into the refrigerator first, and then spun her back the other way and threw her into the cabinets on the other side. Anna tried to push herself away but she was badly stunned by the force and Kaira dragged her back down the length of the kitchen, bouncing her head off the cabinets on one side again and then hitting her hip against the counter on the other. Gagging with pain, Anna was facing away from her opponent now, bracing herself against the counter, and she found herself seized bodily from behind. Her right arm was wrenched up above her head and her left pulled behind her back; Kaira had her in a half-nelson with her right arm and was pinning her on the other side with her left hand. She was totally controlled and vulnerable at that moment. She moaned and squirmed but the other girl was so strong. Anna felt herself aimed at the doorway on the far side of the kitchen, by the ruined table and chairs, and her face and her chest were pointed directly at the corner of the wall. She knew was what coming and she felt like if she could just get one instant to catch her breath, to recover, she could have gotten free. But instead she found herself run forward and slammed into the corner of the open doorway. Her breast caught on the edge just so, and it was like her chest was being torn open. When they got past the doorframe, Anna found herself turn loose and dumped into the ruined table. She hit hard and ended up sitting up against the tabletop.
Kaira came at her immediately. Remembering how she had gotten her advantage in their bout in the Hamptons, Anna waited until she drew close and then lunged forward, throwing a punch aimed at crotch. Kaira was ready, though, and she seized hold of Anna’s fist with both of her hands and yanked her forward by the arm. Caught unaware, Anna went flying forward and ended up on the carpet in the living room. She got herself back up to her hands and knees just as the Indian beauty leapt onto her back. Before Anna could respond, the other girl got her legs wrapped around her waist and was rocking her backward and to her side. The hard legs were locked tight around her waist now. Anna punched and pulled at them, even as the inevitable hairpull started. Her head was jerked backward so that she was staring up at the ceiling and it felt like some impossible force was bending her neck past the point of no return. Anna could feel in the tension on her hair as Kaira wrapped her long brown hair around her fist. Then, with her other hand, Kaira reached around and grabbed hold of her breast. She squeezed and crushed it in her grip, so strong, like her fingers were probing all the way into the center of her body. Anna reached behind her head and got hold of Kaira’s hair and pulled with both hands, at least returning some of the punishment she was receiving. But when she did, Kaira switched from mauling her breast to pinching her nipple. She drove her nails into the sensitive nub and then she began pulling it out from Anna’s chest, stretching her whole boob out. Anna whimpered in pain and then she began moaning and then she had to let go of Kaira’s hair and pull the hand away from her nipple. She did, at last, but then Kaira began slapping her boobs maniacally, so hard, and after only a few blows Anna’s entire upper chest was turning bright red. And the legs were still crushing her waist and the bitch was still pulling her hair. Finally, Kaira shifted her legs to tighten her position, cinching them in, and Anna latched onto her foot. She got hold of her big toe and seizing it she began pulling, pulling the toe away from the rest of her foot.
Kaira yelped in pain and panic and released her hold. The two of them scrambled clear and were facing each other on their hands and knees on the carpet. Both were breathing hard, with sweat running off their splendid bodies in rivers, both glaring at each other. Anna knew that she looked the worse of the two at that moment and was in the worse shape. She came up on her knees and hit Kaira across the face, but Kaira just took it and hit her back. Anna was rocked, hard, and Kaira hit her a second time, and a third, knocking her onto her back. Anna was lying there, telling her body that she had go start moving to defend herself against the inevitable pounce from Kaira, who seemed to have some inexhaustible supply of strength and energy. But it didn’t come. Instead, Kaira pushed herself up to her feet and stood over her. Beautiful as always, she had her hands on her hips, staring down at Anna, who suddenly felt intensely aware of every stream of sweat running down her flat stomach and her hard thighs and the rise and fall of her massive bust. Her nipples, black against her dark skin, the bruising Anna had put there and on her face showing despite her dark complexion. Anna felt mesmerized by it.
“You ready to take your punishment?” she asked her. “Ready for your haircut? Or do I need to keep beating on you?”
“Go fuck yourself,” Anna answered her.
In response, Kaira stamped her foot down into Anna’s gut. Reflexively, she started to curl into a ball, holding herself, but the Indian straightened her out again. Then she lowered herself onto her, perching herself across Anna’s midsection, trapping Anna’s arms under her legs. Anna wriggled and squirmed as best she could, but she was worn down and beaten and she could do nothing. So she waited for what was to come, staring up defiantly at the victress. And Kaira gave her what was coming. She slapped her with open palms across the face, right and left, over and over, until her entire face was bright red from the blood that had risen up to the surface of her skin and from that from her busted lips and nose from the fistfighting. When she had judged that she’d slapped her stupid, Kaira paused and smeared the blood around Anna’s face, slowly, sensually, and then, using the copious sweat of her own torso to wet her hands, she wiped Anna’s face clean. Something about the gesture made Anna intensely aware of the movement of her hands across her battered face, like she could feel every precise moment of it and the coolness of the sweat left behind. Then the bitch went to work on her breasts and the pain returned: gouging her fingers in deep, mauling her, slapping her breasts back and forth, pinching her nipples and pulling them up until Anna felt like they were reaching for the ceiling. Anna groaned in pain and then she was crying. And when she’d been crying for long enough, Kaira stopped.
“Are you going to be good now, little girl?” she asked. “Or are we going to have to keep going?”
Anna hesitated, but she knew that she was done and finally she admitted as much. “I’ll be good.”
“If you’re good, and you accept what I give you, maybe I’ll let you keep your hair. It’s so pretty, I’d hate to waste it.”
“I’ll be good,” Anna repeated.
“Tell me that I’m better than you.”
“Let me show you,” Anna said. The words surprised her as they came from her mouth.
“I’ll fuck you up bad if this is a trick,” Kaira warned her.
And then, with a deadly look, she raised herself up off of Anna’s raw and battered body. Anna started to rise up, too, but then Kaira shoved her back down on the carpet and lay down atop her. Kaira kissed her, hard, like she was driving herself through her, and at first Anna was too surprised to respond but then she did. They kissed deeply, pushing against each other, and Anna could feel every inch of the other woman’s body atop her. She put her fingers in the black hair, holding, not pulling, and then she traced her fingers up and down the dark-complected back and her powerful ass. At last, Kaira slid herself forward and the enormous breasts were in Anna’s face. She felt her hair being pulled now and instinctively she sought her the huge black nipple with her mouth and when she found it she kissed it and traced it with her tongue and sucked on it. On and on it went, until Kaira rolled them both over and now Anna was on top. She slid off to the side and, gingerly wrapping one arm around Kaira’s head, she slid her hand across her wondrous chest, staring at the mounds as if mesmerized. Anna thought about how, only minutes ago, she had wanted to beat Kaira, to humiliate her and destroy her breasts, and now all she could do was to massage her. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, and as she did she reached down and pulled aside her panties and slid her fingers into her. Fingering her and kissing her and then kissing her breasts and sucking on her black nipples. Then, out of nowhere, Kaira raised up and slammed Anna onto her back and mounted her. Holding her let up in the air, Kaira slid herself into position to scissor her and then started grinding on Anna like that, rough and hard and fast, moaning as she did. Anna responded in kind, in rhythm with her, reaching up and pulling gently on her nipple with one hand and bracing the other on the floor. Kaira knocked the hand away and, tossing aside her ruined panties, perched herself on Anna’s face.
“Lick me, bitch,” she said roughly, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her face up into her crotch.
Anna did as best she could, and then the Indian began slamming her ass up and down on her breasts, still holding her by the hair. It was impossible to actually reach Kaira with her bouncing up and down, but Anna let herself be held by the hair like that as the ass slammed triumphantly up and down on her chest. Finally, when she was tired of this, Kaira stood and planted her foot on Anna’s face, with her bruised and cut cheeks and her swollen eyes and nose. She slid her foot around, bracing her toes on Anna’s closed eyes and flexing them, rubbing the ball of her foot now on Anna’s bloody mouth, and then it was over. She told Donald to go in his closet and find her a pair of sweats to wear home and that he’d earned his pay.
“And you,” she said, turning back to Anna, who still lay on the carpet, staring up at her. Anna, who was gasping as much from their grinding as from their fighting, who still could not take her eyes off the young beauty’s body. “My father has some special events you’d be good for. You earn your place, and I’ll forget that you owe me a haircut.”
Anna could only nod in agreement as she slid her hands up and down her incredibly sore and battered body.
