Tratior's Punishment

She walked through the marble foyer of the immense oceanfront home, her heels clicking as the enormous goon carrying the semiautomatic led her from the front door to the sun room. Every man in the house stopped as she walked by to gawk at her. It was something that she had to tolerate if she wanted to live, and she knew that. Part of the problem was that she had to "flaunt" what she had just to keep the owner of the house interested if she was going to stay safe. That was a fact that Ana Cabrera had learned early on--even before her 18th birthday. Fortunately for her, when it came to "flaunting", Ana had plenty to show--at 5'9" and 127 lbs, and a 36DD bust, she was hardbodied and big-titted. She had the olive complexion which belied her latin roots and she had dark wavy hair which framed a beautiful face. It was her looks that allowed her to do her job so well--carry things through airports and the like that most average travelers would get caught transporting. That was what Carlos Carlos (yes two first names) liked about her so much. That, and the fact that she fucked his brains out when he wanted her too. That was probably the real thing that kept her alive.
At age 16, Ana had been caught stealing a small item from a bodega that Carlos's brother owned. It was in Miami, where Ana grew up, and normally the brothers would have allowed local authorities to handle the affair--they were upstanding citizens after all. Carlos's brother however, recognized the potential in the young girl and instead of reporting it, brought her to Carlos. Carlos saw the benefit of having a beautiful young, bilingual American woman (Ana had been born in Miami) on his payroll, and forced her to work for him in exchange for her life from that moment on. Initially, Ana was thrilled--Carlos paid her well and she enjoyed being associated with such a powerful (even if he was evil and a criminal) man. By age 21, Ana had squirreled away well over 2 million dollars though and she was getting anxious to get out of the business. Unfortunately, Ana had come to know Carlos intimately, and she knew that he would never let her "retire".
For Ana, that meant that either she had two work for Carlos forever, die or somehow eliminate him from the picture. That led Ana to the DEA. She turned on her employer and for two years, with Ana now 25 years old, the DEA was one step away from sealing the case on Carlos Carlos and putting him in jail forever. Unfortunately for Ana, Carlos had discovered her betrayal, unbeknownst to her. Ana was surprised when she walked into the expansive sunroom where Carlos was lounging and rather than him being alone with his guards, his girlfriend was with him. Carolina's beauty outshone Ana's and she had an equally impressive body. She hated Ana, largely because she knew that Ana had fucked her boyfriend multiple times. Ana was a bit befuddled by Carolina's attire--she was fully made up but wearing a satin, full-length robe tied loosely at her waist. The Colombian woman was strikingly gorgeous, but Ana could feel her piercing eyes, boring into her with contempt and could sense the arrogance of the woman in front of her, despite her being two years younger than Ana herself. Carlos smirked as he looked at Ana. She was gorgeous, he couldn't help but think. His dick swelled just looking at her. Perhaps when his plan was complete, he would have her one more time he thought. Her short dress came down to cover nothing but her ass, her heels were at least 4 inches, giving incredible shape to her gorgeous legs. The skin-tight top was cut so deeply that he thought he could see the edges of her nipples and he could tell that even without a bra, her breasts stood at attention, much the same as his own Carolina's.
The goon stood behind Ana as Carlos nodded for her to stop in front of him--a customary habit of his.
"I have a plan." Carlos began.
Ana smiled widely, covering for her anxiety about the situation. "I am sure that you do." she purred...
"So," he said, "As you know, you have been working for me for a long time and I know that you are smart. In fact, you have been one of my best performers."
She nodded again, suddenly uneasy with the compliments.
"I know that you don't want to work for me forever. And so, I have one last task for you and then I will, with thanks, release you from my indenture."
She raised her eyebrows but did not speak.
"It is a challenging, difficult task, and you may not survive it. However, if you do, I will be very happy and you will be free to go, no strings attached."
"As you wish." she replied softly.
"Remove all of your clothing." He instructed.
She looked at him quizzically, unsure if he was serious. This was highly out of character for him. He'd seen her naked before, and she was certainly not self-conscious about her body, but she had never disrobed in front of any of the "goons" before nor in front of Carolina.
She heard the goon behind her grunt, "Do it, Ana."
Knowing that she had no choice, she did it slowly. As she did it, Carlos instructed, "Remove your jewelry, leave your shoes on."
And so she was now standing in front of the room, in heels, completely naked. Although the room was fairly warm, her nipples swelled erect immediately. She felt Carlos eyeing her narrow strip of hair above her pubic bone, leading up to the sunburst tattoo that surrounded her navel.
Suddenly Carolina stepped forward, away from Carlos. Ana felt the goon behind her grab her arms. "Fool." Carolina hissed as she walked up, dropping her robe and revealing her magnificent body, her heavy breasts and her coffee colored skin. Ana noticed all of the similarities that she shared with Carolina, even the way they both wore their pubic hair. Carolina had tighter abs than Ana and probably slightly fuller breasts. Oddly, Carolina was also wearing heels, and Ana couldn't help but notice her long fingernails, painted deep red. Panic washed over her as she felt the goon tighten his grip.
"You think you had Carlos fooled? He knows you've been working with the feds, and now, he's going to allow me to have my way with you. He's decided to allow me to punish you. In doing so, he's going to enjoy you in one last way before I kill you."
Ana's mind raced, she had no idea what was going on as the bitch in front of her hissed at her, her thick make up making it look as though she was ready for a night out on the town. Carolina flashed a sinister grin and then swung a devastating uppercut perfectly into the soft spot of Ana's gut. Ana groaned and air rushed from her lungs as she coughed in pain, wincing. She struggled momentarily but the goon held her steady as Carolina followed with a second punch, perfectly placed again. Angered, Ana flailed with her legs, but her enemy simple cackled and stepped out of the way. Ana's stomach hurt and she was breathing hard.
It was now Carlos's turn to speak. "Your punishment, of course, Ana, is death. For my entertainment though, I have decided to allow Carolina to kill you, in a way that I will enjoy immensely. She's going to beat you to death in a nude catfight in front of me. Good luck." Carlos laughed as the goon let her go and suddenly Carolina was on her, punches flying like pistons. Ana had fought many times in her life, growing up on the hard side of Miami, but she was already at a disadvantage in this fight, having suffered two blows and a full frontal assault in what was more or less an ambush. Punches landed all over her torso and head as Carolina hit her with everything she had. <<man is she powerful>> was all Ana could think as her enemy pummeled her.
She stumbled backwards, covering up as best she could as Carolina punished her. It wasn't long before kicks followed along with the punches and Carolina realized that her only option was to go on the offensive. She drove forward, taking a pounding in her head and back she wrapped her arms around Carolina's taut stomach, and she lifted her enemy off the ground, driving her into the floor. Carolina grunted as the two women crashed down, but rolled, mounting Ana easily and pounding her with fists that felt like sledgehammers. Ana drove her nails into Carolina's exposed flesh, trying to tear at it, but the bitch took the attack and came back with more. Unlike, Ana, Carolina had prepared for this fight and her own nails were long and sharpened, so that after the pugilistic punishment, Carolina sneered and tore into Ana's own flesh with her talons. Carolina's claws ripped at the sensitive flesh of Ana's breasts as Carlos and his goons whooped it up.
Pain ravaged Ana's body as she fought back from the inferior position, with Carolina mounted on top of her, using her powerful thighs to maintain control of her victim. Ana bucked underneath Carolina, trying to unseat her, using her own strong legs to lift her body off the floor. Carolina held steady though, and as Ana spread her legs for leverage, the bitch reached back and dug her claws into Ana's pussy, tearing into it viciously. Ana couldn't help it, she yelped and whimpered involuntarily as Carlos cheered on his assassin. "Rip her apart Carolina, make her suffer for what she wanted to do!!"
Carolina's fingers pried their way into Ana's bone-dry pussy, the flesh alone hurting her, the nails doing worse. Ana was struggling to fight back and at the same time hold back tears. She couldn't catch her breath because the pain in her crotch was so severe. She was frustrated by the fact that she knew Carolina was enjoying the battle and she could tell because Carolina's pussy was oozing sexual juice all over her own stomach. Carolina finally stopped the onslaught of her pussy but unfortunately turned to a different tactic with equally severe damage--she slammed her fist perfectly into Ana's face. Ana's head exploded as blood sprayed out from her nose and she saw double. Carolina smirked and hit her again.
She grabbed Ana's head and as Ana reached up and ripped into her enemy's tits, Carolina got to her feet. The flesh on Carolina's tits tore, leaving streaks of blood, but the adrenaline was pumping so hard in the Colombian woman that she barely noticed it. Ana swung wildly at Carolina's flanks and buttocks with little effect as Carolina paraded her around the room in her weakened state, dragging her more or less by her hair.
After the parade, Carolina hauled Ana back by her head and slipped her into a full nelson. She ran Ana forward, slamming her into the end Carlos's outstretched foot, which hit her perfectly in the cunt. The Colombian bitch let her go, snickering at her lover's brutal kick.
Ana couldn't catch her breath. Fire burned in her crotch and pain raged throughout her entire body. She wanted to cry but her body wouldn't allow it. She stumbled a bit as she felt Carolina come in close behind her, her sweaty breasts pressing into her own back. She felt her enemy reach around her, but she was unable to resist, as an arm snaked underneath her own, grabbing her large, wounded breast, and another reached over her right arm, pinning it to her side as it found its way to her battered vagina. In unison, ten fingernails tore into the sensitive flesh, five in her breast and five in between her legs and she gasped again uncontrollably. She felt Carolina's hot breath on her neck and then in her ear. The venom in her foe's voice was obvious. "You skanky whore," Carolina hissed in Spanish, "You will die here today at my hand, and you will know that I will be the one fucking Carlos, fucking him like you never could. You were trash to him, a hole in which he could put his dick when I wasn't around."

Ana wanted to respond, but as Carolina finished her sentence, she ripped fiercely with both hands, spinning Ana around and causing her even worse pain than she had already been suffering. The wounded woman stumbled, but somehow kept her feet. Carolina closed in on her and Ana swung wildly at her, trying to at least get one good punch in, but Carolina saw it coming and blocked it, smashing her own fist into Ana's face, and then standing the beaten woman up by hauling upon her breasts. Ana's face was swollen, her skin shredded, her breasts and crotch bleeding and battered. She was unsteady on her feet as she willed her arms up to protect herself from the vicious hellcat in front of her. She was frustrated that she had agreed to Carlos's demand that she leave her heels on--she was sure that she would have been able to stand better if she had been barefoot like Carolina. Her arms came up but as Carolina unloaded with punches and kicks again, her body did little to protect itself. Carolina's thick makeup was now smeared all over her face from sweat and blood and punches, giving her a wild look as she continued to attack Ana. Ana felt her will to live being pounded out of her as her eyes scanned the room and her mind raced. All she could see was Carlos and his men laughing at her. All she could hear was the dull thud as Carolina's strong arms and legs slammed her body and all she could feel was the pain as it washed over her.
Carolina grabbed her and drove her into the wall, slamming her head. The room began to swim and she clutched the wall, trying to keep herself up. Carolina slammed her body into Ana's, crushing her against the wall. Ana had spread her legs wide to keep herself balanced in her weakened state and Carolina, leaning against her foe, "goosed" her, sliding two fingers into her wet pussy and jamming her thumb violently into her ass.
Uncontrollably, a guttural moan escaped Ana's mouth and then she yelped as Carolina tried to jack her up using her grip on her crotch. Carolina hauled up repeatedly with her powerful arm and grip and Ana responded with a series of grunts like she was being fucked, "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh...oooohhhh, ungh..." Now the tears came, washing her thick eyeliner down her face. She was grateful that she wasn't facing the group for some reason.
Carolina changed tactics and backed away a step as Ana remained pinned to the wall, her breasts and flesh sticking to it from sweat and blood. Using Ana's flanks like a heavy bag, Carolina unloaded with kidney punches until she saw Ana's legs begin to quiver and fail. She backed another step away to watch as her prey folded in front of her, like a dying deer. Ana sobbed audibly.