Our New Neighbor Pt2

[cdbee999]

Here comes the second installment. Enjoy Mike.

Our New Neighbor Part 2

Rita had come over looking for a fight. But this was turning out to be not a "fight" as much as it was a massacre, a real bloodbath. Rita leapt upon Marj, trapping the hapless, helpless women's pussy clutching hands, and her arms, between their bodies. Rita started swinging both fists, snapping Marj's face from side to side, blood, sweat and tears literally flying off the older white woman's face. Marj had no idea what was going on at the moment. It had all begun so quickly, and unexpectedly, that for the time being she was not evenfully aware of the pain. She was too out of it for that.
Rita stopped swinging, but only long enough to reach out with her left hand to grab a handful of bleached blond friz and yank the beaten white women's head up off the floor. Holding Marj up with a fistful of sweaty blond curls with her left Rita used her right to just pummell her victim's pretty face. Even beaten and half out of it Marj still looked beautiful. Rita set out to change that. Marj was in a haze, and was only dimly aware of the pain as Rita's hard right fist fell like a triphammer, smashing her lips into her teeth, pounding that perfect little nose, battering those big brown eyes. Rita punched hard, Rita punched fast, and as Marj was painfully discovering, Rita punched like a man. No whirling, wild, flailing slaps from this black bitch. Rita punched hard and straight in a way that Marj had never learner. Or experienced, until now.
Each time Rita connected Marj felt a explosion of pain, her head snapping back, smacking into the floor. And as her head bounced off of the floor Rita would yank hard on her bleached curls, yanking her head back up to meet another bone-crushing punch. Marj was out of it and grunted involuntarily with each pummelling punch, but the punches came so fast that each grunt was interrupted by the next punch.
Rita stopped punching at last, not because she was growing tired, Rita felt as if she could punch Marj all day long, but because her knuckles were beginning to hurt. I should have worn gloves, she thought. How many punches had she thrown, Rita wasn't sure. A hundred certainly. Maybe more. It had gone on, she thought, for four or five minutes, and she paused to admire her "handiwork". It had been closer to five minutes, but Rita had landed more punches than any champoinship fight ever saw, and Marj looked like she had just gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, Ali, Foreman, Frasier, and Lewis-one after the other!
Marj was a mess. She laid there, her head rolling back and forth, moaning and groaning, still concious, but only barely. That she was not out cold was less a testament to Marjorie's constition than it was to Rita's methodic, almost surgical skills at pain and punishment. Marjorie has soft skin, soft, sensitive skin. Rose petal skin, her husband calls it, since it bruises so easily. A fact that Rita was delighted to discover. Marjorie's face had been turned into a bloody, swollen mess. Her lush, full lips had been shredded against her teeth, her lower lips looked like a bicyle tire that had been over-pumped with air, swollen to twice it's normal size, while the upper lip was swollen as well, swelled halfway to the once perfect nose. Those sweet, full lips now resembled a piece of raw liver than they did a pair of oh-so-kissable mouth. Both upper and lower lips were bloody, as was the nose, not so perfect now, blood seeping from both nostrils, as well as from the new cut on the bridge of that once-perfect but newly swollen nose. Marj's big brown eyes were half shut, but her groggy condition only partialy accountred for that. There were cuts and bruises all over Marj's once pretty face, puffy, ugly bruises that distorted those once so beautiful features, and none worse than the ones around the eyes. Most, if not all, were large and deep, discoloring the skin darkly and swelling it badly, especially around the eyes. The right eye was half shut from swelling, but the left eye was completely shut, and would likely remain so for weeks.
Marj was a beaten, bloody mess, but for Rita the fun was only beginning. She sat up, repositioning Marj's arms from between their bodies to her sides, then sat back on Marjj's belly, using her own strong legs to pin them to the white woman's sides. She then grabbed hold of Marj's nightgown at the cleavage with both hands and ripped. The thin material easily tore away, baring Marj from her neck to her belly, exposing her soft B cups.
One look at the older woman's soft and saggy tits lit a fire of lust in Rita. She knew that she had to destroy them. What Rita did not know, but was delighted to discover once she sank her claws in deep, was just how sensitive those little tits actually were. The pain brought Marj back around, thrashing and squirming wildly beneath the young black bitch, screaming at the top of her lungs. Rita was too firmly seated to be thrown by any amount of bucking or thrashing, and delighted in the bleached blond's screams.
Rita dug her claws in deeper, scratching, twisting and mauling the soft flesh, yanking them every which way for several minutes, pondering which she enjoyed more-the way the soft, pliable flesh felt in her mails, bulging between her fingers-or the quickness with which that soft flesh began to discolor-or the sound of Marj screaming herself hoarse in agony. It all thrilled her so much.
After several minutes of turturing Marj's tits Rita released them. Deep, ugly red scratches criss-crossed each breast, as well as ten dark circles where Rita had dug her finfers in deep. Rita released Marj's tits, but only so she go after her nipples, those long, thick nubs just aching to be abused. Rita pinched them as hard as she could, digging her nails in deep, as she proceeded to rip them off her chest. Or try to, anyway.
Marjorie's shreiks were becoming louder, and higher pitched as the younger woman worked over her too sensitive nipples. Rita could not rip them from her chest, but she did leave them swollen, discolored and bleeding. It excited her so much that she couldn't help but lean down and begin chewing on them, biting down hard on the left one like a pitbull, gnawing and chewing, stretching the breast ut painfully while she scratched at the other tit with her free hands. Rita coud taste the sweat, and the blood, and had never felt such a fiery lust in herself. She couldn't wait to start in on her other nipple, biting and chewing Marj's right nipple while she mauled her left tit. Marj was beside herself with pain.
Rita sat back, hot and panting, eyeing the horribly swollen nipples of the bleached blond. They certainly looked as if they had been mauled by a pitbull. Rita began slapping those already battered tits back and forth, then curled her claws into fists and wailed away. Rita loved the sound her fists made as they slammed into the soft flesh, sending the tit flesh jiggling like a mini jell-o mold. Her favrite was when she punched straight down, smashing the flesh against her chest. Rita loved the way the breast flattened beneath her knuckles, flaring out to the sides. She did it overand over again. Rita loved the way the flesh bruised so quickly, and so darkly. But nothing turned her on more than the screams of the beaten old bitch.
Marj's tits were soon as mangled as her face, the flesh black, blue and swollen, her nipples, which could be sucked stiff so easily, were now so horribly stiff, puffy and swollen, and aching so terribly. Rita finally stopped mauling her tits. For the moment anyway. Instead she spun around, facing Marj's feet. Rita pinned Marj's hands beneath her knees, then sat back, planting those big, basketball buns right on those mangled tits. Marj laid there sobbing, but the pain in her tits was going to be the least of her problems.
Even with the savage beating she had alreadt endured, and the pain she was suffering, Marj had enough of her senses to know something bad was coming. Her arms were trapped beneath Rita's knees, and her pain-wracked tits were flattened under her ass, so all she could do was kick her legs and squirm as wildly as she could. Not that it would do much good. Rita quickly stiffled any resistance by slamming rights and lefts down into Marj's soft belly. It only took a few to leave the older woman helpless and gasping.
Rita grabbed the nightgown and ripped the rest of it open, baring Marj's body completely. Rita eyed the round, heaving belly and the thick, hairy bush. "Not even a real blond," Rita sneered, eyeing the big, thick, and very dark bush. Rita had enjoyed the feel of her fist hitting the soft flesh of the soft, round belly and decided she'd like some more. Rita loved it even more when she could see the way her fist sank into the soft folds of the older woman's soft gut, and the "ugh..ugh" sounds Marj made each time she connected.
After softening the old blond up with her gut shots Rita reached down and pulled Marj's legs high into the air, spread wide. She curled Marj into a ball, hooking her own right knee around Marj's right knee, trapping her leg in the air, while she pressed Marj's leg leg across her own left leg with her left hand. Rita could see how wet Marj was, the juices of the early morning lovemaking still evident. Or is she enjoying this? Rita thought, If she is it won't be for long. She then began punching Marj in the pussy with her right, punching as hard as she could. Marj was screaming at the top of her lungs. For the first dozen or so punches anyway. After that the pain was just too much for the older woman and she mercifully passed into unconciousness.
Rita was enjoying the pussy punching so much she failed to notice the older blond stop squirming, stop screaming and go limp. It was several more minutes before she actually did realise that Marj was out, and it pissed her off someting fierce.
"Ruining my fun, you fat assed old whore!" Rita screamed as she delivered several morer brutal punches between the older woman's legs before finally releasing her and rising.
"Come on, bitch, get up," she sneered, kicking and stomping the utterly beaten, totally destroyed Marj. The only reaction she receieved were a few "ughs" and grunts, and a few involuntary spasms of the body as she kicked and stomped the blond's boobs, belly and bush. Rita wasn't quite through yet. She was barely getting started, but she wanted the white bitch awake for it. She wanted Marj to experience each and every painful second. Rita wanted Marj to know what was happening to her, and just who was doing it.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ July 21, 2004 09:49 AM: Message edited by: cdbee999 ]</font>

[MikeJV]

Excellent! Love the action, or should I say beating, *laughs* so far!!!

MikeJV

[Catwacher]

Wow! Kick ass chapter! I love a good fistic beating and this one obviously fit the bill. I can't wait to see what the black bomber has in store for old Marj! I think the poor white chick is going to spend some serious hospital time from *this* massacre! :-)

Cat

[subwpunk]

True or not, this story is like, kewl, & almost mirrors my experience a week ago at a punk rock concert where the lead singer in a punk "band", a chick-yes a chick! pummelled me into a bloody mess. After a swift kick closed my eye, she jumped offstage, broke my nose w/1 punch & sat on top of me & punched my other eye shut. To close the shoe, she literally stomped on my face-shattering my cheekbone & jaw. My eye is still shut & I can barely see at all. The only thing I wanna do is make the next concert!!!