HATE FILLED RIVALS

"HATE-FILLED RIVALS" by Ajax

With a long sigh of satisfaction, Bob rolled off his delightful Kayiga, and lay on his back. It was mid-afternoon and he had really enjoyed their sex session. It made a change from a nap or working in the garden, and Kayiga's skills were indeed exceptional.

Descending from her own cloud, the tall Rwandan woman spoke: "Am I not the best of lovers?" Though phrased as a question it was really a plain statement of fact.

"Oh, yes!" breathed Bob with feeling. He had long realized that when a woman made such remarks it was as well to respond quickly and positively.

They lay silent and satisfied for a few minutes before Kayiga rose and slipped on her panties, reaching for her wrap. "I will make us coffee," she said and slipped away.

Bob rose and dressed. The coffee would be welcome, and then he must go out and get some cigarettes as they were running low.

Kayiga, he had weeks ago decided, was a remarkable woman. She was, as she claimed, the best of lovers. At least, Bob, who had known many women, had never found a better. He loved the tall willowiness of a woman who could wrap herself round a man and transport him to the very heights of heaven with her soft loveliness, whilst her open sex would seize and draw him deep within her in a writhing of contented lust. Yet she was skilled and would make his desire rise gradually over a lengthy period. With Kayiga there were no quick fucks as there were with other women, for in the art of intercourse she had been well-schooled. When he had been with her he knew it, and remained satisfied for longer after her than most. He could never decide who it was who had whom in their sessions. She was skilled enough to bolster any man's ego at the same time as taking her own pleasure. It was a gift that few had in bed, and fewer still at high noon. Yes, he thought, Kayiga was a marvellous lover, lacking only the surging passion that he gained from his other black mistress, the strong and sturdy Lola, incomparable in her way, and so powerfully lusty that any session with her left him worn out and utterly drained.

He had not seen Lola for some time, not in fact, since they had been caught in his car by Kayiga outside the little Ghanaian's place of work. The doughty, bustling Lola was a product of a far different culture from that of Kayiga, the near a thousand miles that separated their birthplaces ensuring that. It had been an very awkward moment, that, but he had passed it off by telling Lola that Kayiga was an ex-colleague of his, and Kayiga that Lola was just a girl he took to work now and again. Neither had believed him, but had kept their suspicions to themselves. Since he had not seen Lola for some weeks, Kayiga had begun to think that what he had told her was indeed the truth, and she was relaxing more of late in the knowledge that Bob was hers.

The welcome coffee drunk, Bob told Kayiga of his need for cigarettes. He should be away around twenty minutes, he said, and went out to the car. It needed two or three goes to start, but fired eventually, and he drove carefully out into the lane, and headed for the village, five or six minutes drive away.

The engine died again as he pulled up outside the shop, and on his return refused to start. He cursed, and made his way towards Howard's garage just around the corner. Perhaps Stan Howard would come and have a look at it.

*

Just as he rounded the corner, and made his way towards the garage, a red bus pulled up in the village, and a small, bustling dark figure alighted from it.

Lola hadn't warned Bob that she was coming, but knew he would be there. He never went to town on Saturdays, preferring to stay at home and work on the house, or in the garden. Walking in the opposite direction from the car, she did not see it, and struck out up the lane for the twenty-minute walk to the house.

It was pleasant day, and nice for walking. Lola enjoyed a walk, and with the prospect of Bob at the end of it, was taking pleasure in the primroses and other spring flowers that flourished in the hedgerows hereabouts. There was, she concluded, some advantage in living in so isolated a spot. You did not see the house until you were nearly upon it, for the lane-banks were high, and topped with hedges well over head height. The leaves were just about returning to the hawthorn, and birds darted away at her approach. She was happy, and looking forward to surprising her man.

She saw no sign of human life as she walked, no other walkers, no cars, just the sounds of the country and the gentle sighing of the breeze in the hedgetops.

Reaching the house she turned in at the gate and walked up to the front door. There was no sign of Bob working in the garden, but when she tried the door it was unlocked and opened at her touch. He was evidently pottering about somewhere nearby, but she heard nothing.

She hung her shoulder-bag on a hook in the empty hall, then smiled to herself. This time, she would really surprise him. She kicked off her slightly-heeled shoes, making no noise on the soft carpet, and removed her glasses, packing them neatly into her bag, before undoing her front-fastening dress and slipping it from her shoulders. Beneath she wore a bright red bra and pantie set, and nothing else. She tended not to wear stockings unless she had to, and really hated he claustrophobic clutch of tights about her loins. Anyway, she believed that her smooth, dark skin looked better without stockings or tights, and no-one would have gainsaid her on the point. Her strong legs were one of her most attractive features, and she strove make the most of them. Her breasts, once so thrusting and virginal, had lost much of their beauty with age. They were still nice, and still as sensitive as ever to a lover's touch, but even she had to admit that they were not as they had once been. Not that it was of much importance here. Bob was most definitely a leg and bum man, so her breasts were of secondary importance to him.

Once divested, she intended to go to the bedroom from where she could look out into the back garden, and see what Bob was actually doing. She noticed that she hd unintentionally left the front door so she shut it and turned to walk down the hall and to the right, where the bedroom lay at the back of the house.

But as she approached the door it opened. She smiled broadly, Bob must have been having a nap. No wondered she had heard nothing.

And then, suddenly, without warning, her glowing, happy world turned suddenly to ash and cinders. For standing there in the doorway, the light from the front door shining on her stood the woman Bob had told her was an ex-colleague of his; the woman she had taken an instant dislike to the very moment she had first seen her; the woman, evidently, who had been filling Bob's bed these last weeks.

Her smile died as she glared at the woman. Her! Of all women, her! That stinking lanky black spider; that excrescence; that vile heap of rotting dung; that filthy mare; that piss-begotten whore of an ex-colleague. Her!!

The bile of rage rose Lola's throat. She'd kill her, the man-stealing daughter-of-a-bitch! Kill her damned good! Rip out her filthy womb and stuff it down her fucking throat.

Kayiga was dumbstruck. She had thought she heard Bob returning, and had come out to greet him, wearing only the white panties with the rose motif that he had given her last weekend, and which she had kept to show him now. Because another woman stood in the hall, her first move was to move her hands up over her breasts, covering herself in the shame of being thus seen by a member of her own sex.

She recognized the other immediately of course. It was that slimy little runt of a black bitch she had seen in Bob's car that day - the one he had told her he took to work occasionally. She only had to glance at her to see why Bob had been taking her to work. She must have spent the night before with him. The brazen little whore! To turn up here in Bob's house and clearly stripped for action. How dare she! Such presumption offended the Rwandan's sensibilities as well as rousing her ire.

Simultaneously they found their voices. "You!" they shrieked at each other in surprise and hate-filled rage.

Lola was first to recover, her quick mind taking in and assessing the situation in an instant. "You goddam lanky bitch," she vituperated at the taller woman, "I'm going to settle this once and for all. You're dead, you slimy cunt-hole!"

Kayiga's reply was more measured, but no less vicious. "On heat, are you, you filthy little fat runt. You'll regret coming here, you pissing sow. Cheap whore! Lier with pigs! It will be your last day on earth. You'll die at my feet, writhing and imploring. You'll beg for mercy before I'm done, then I'll shovel you into your stinking slimy grave."

"Pah!" spat back Lola, throwing her head back to laugh sarcastically. "You, get me to beg for mercy? Never, you nauseating pool of diarrhoea. I'll rip your bloody tits off!"

"Why... you... you filthy little shit!" Kayiga was beside herself with rage. "Go fuck yourself!"

With that she could hold herself back no longer, and lashed a kick towards Lola's groin with her bare foot. The Ghanaian saw it coming and side-stepped, her left hand flashing out to rake the Tutsi's face with her nails.

Kayiga felt blood running down her cheek. "You shitting cow!" she expostulated, and punched at Lola's gut.

Not expecting that, Lola was caught in the belly and driven back into the hall, hurt and gasping for breath.

For a house of it size, Bob's had a very large hall, some ten feet by sixteen feet. When, in the old days it had been a farmhouse, the hall had been a useful area for the discarding of dirty boots and working clothes before entering the rest of the house. Now, it was carpeted, and completely empty of furniture except for the coat hooks which remained screwed to the wall beside the front door. This was very lucky for Lola, who, although staggering back, did not run into anything until her bottom hit a wall and stopped her. The encounter with the wall was quite painless, the taut flesh of her buttocks absorbing the impact with ease.

This was not true of the punch to the belly which had caught her just below the navel - easy for Kayiga with her long and spidery arms - and filled the area with a hot pain that raised the Ghanaian's anger even further. The gawky bitch-on-heat was going to pay for that - doubly.

"You stinking Tutsi mare!" expostulated Lola, being in no doubt from Kayiga's height, shape and build from what tribe she hailed. "I'll tear out your greasy cunt for that!"

"If I don't stuff your fat tits up yours first," Kayiga replied, stepping clear of the doorway and fully into the hall, and reaching out for Lola again.

The smaller woman ducked under her effort and went to hit her rival in the very place she intended to tear out. Her aim was bad and she only caught her to the pubic bone, hurting her hand, but was able to grip the top of the white flimsies with her other hand. A swift jerk and the material parted, Kayiga's white panties coming away in her hand.

She rose very close to the other's body, and caught her dangling left breast in her right hand, crushing and wrenching at the flesh to bring a snarling cry from the hurt Kayiga.

"You shitting she-goat," Kayiga screamed after her cry, "I'll break your stinking back!" And with that she closed her arms about the smaller woman and heaved, trying to stop her breath. At the same time she leaned forward, bending Lola backwards.

Completely trapped for a moment the interloper suffered a sudden flash of fear. The tall woman was stronger than she seemed, although if it came to a straight trial of strength Lola was confident that she could wreak havoc against the slim body that trapped her. But while she held that breast she was going to punish it, and drew another feral snarl from the Tutsi cow as she crushed the gland between her strong fingers.

Kayiga forced her back further and harder, but had reckoned without the fact that Lola was still able to use her legs. The trapped woman slammed a knee upwards, and this time succeeded in catching her hated rival where she had intended to punch her - full into the groin. There was a satisfying 'shlunk' as her knee found the bitch's vulva, and crushed the labia against her pubis.

"Whoring bitch!" Kayiga railed as the pain flooded through her nether regions, and before she could react further Lola's other knee hit her in the same place, and brought a second cry.

Lola was resisting the forcing back now that she had got over the shock of being trapped by the bear-hug, and suddenly managed to free her left hand from the coils of spidery arm that surrounded her. She used it to pound Kayiga's right ear first, then to hit her hard in the right eye. Still the Tutsi bitch refused to relinquish the hug despite seeing her ruined panties still clutched in the Ghanaian's left hand, but when Lola took her by the nose, and twisted it viciously, her patience failed her and she hurled her down the hall.

Kayiga straightened, one hand massaging her hurt sex, the other rubbing her tweaked nose, then falling to cradle her crushed breast. "You slimy little runt!" she snarled. "For that, you shall die." 'That' in this case being the tweaking of her nose, a powerful insult in her country.

She tore in at Lola, who waited her coming, picked her moment, then lashed up a kick to the belly.

With pained and breathless 'ooff', Kayiga was stopped and doubled over. Lola darted in and slapped her hard across both cheeks then kneed her in the mouth. Blood pouring down her chin, the tall woman was sent back down the hall, her blood ruining Bob's carpet as it dripped and splashed around.

"Die, shall I, you pea-brained spawn of a scrofulous goat-herd!?" She paused for breath. "It is you who shall die, puking into your own shit!"

She followed up her action by striding towards Kayiga, her nails flashing as she ripped at the already-scratched face, and tore two more long strips of skin off it. Kayiga pawed out weakly at her as she came, knowing now the strength that lay within the small neat body of her rival, but Lola merely seized an arm and swung her round to smash against the wall.

Dazed when her head struck it, Kayiga began to slide down towards the floor. Before she hit the carpet, the Ghanaian, beside herself with rage, lashed one foot and then the other into her stomach, the first taking her to the navel, the second to the solar plexus.

For a moment, Lola stood away, feeling her bright red panties dampening both from the sweat of her exertion in the warm house and her pleasure in delivering her deserved fate to the tall bitch.

Eyes bulging, and throat gagging as she tried to draw breath that her diaphragm couldn't draw, Kayiga slid to her right, and suddenly threw up on the carpet. The back-peristalsis of her puking released the paralysis of her diaphragm, and she drew a great shuddering breath, moaning as she half-sat, half-lay there against the skirting board.

"Get up, you putrefying excrescence!" Lola ordered, stepping forward to bury her right hand into the other black's shortish hair, and haul the naked woman upwards. The muscles of her arm and back hardened and became prominent, as with a great surge of power she one-handedly hauled Kayiga back up the wall until she was half-standing half-leaning against it.

Lola did not workout for nothing, and she was proud of the fine strength that lay within her neat form.

Her brain clearing slowly, Kayiga was conscious of a throbbing pain at the back of her head where it had struck the wall and was painfully aware of being dragged upright by her hated rival. Fear rose within her. The bitch was stronger than she had thought, but then, few would have expected to find power of that order in a body as small as Lola's. But she was small only by comparison with the tall Rwandan, and as she held hr upright with her right arm she used her left hand to drive one punch after another into Kayiga's soft breasts. The left, which she had seized and tweaked earlier was already showing marks even through the Tutsi's dark skin, and it was especially satisfying to Lola to smash it with punches as well as damaging the right which was the easier to hit with her left hand.

Kayiga moaned with pain, and tried to rip herself free of the grip in her hair. All the while she was experiencing violent stabs of pain from both breasts as Lola worked her over. It was a situation that she had never seen herself in when she had set out to destroy the little bitch who now had the upper hand.

It could not be allowed to continue. As soon as the daze passed she kicked up at Lola, not caring where she landed, but hoping to catch her in the cunt or lower part of the belly.

In the end, her efforts bore fruit and she drove a toe into the Ghanaian's vulva, bringing a yelp of agony from her as the nail caught against and ripped at her labia, bringing a smear of blood where the material of her red panties had abraded her tenderest skin.

"Fuck you, you stinking she-donkey!" Lola shrieked and slammed her back against the wall, releasing her hold of the hair as she needed both hands to pull the bright cotton out of herself. "I'll gut you for that!"

As soon as the material came clear, Lola's left leg flashed towards Kayiga's groin and her instep crushed the labia hard against the pubic bone. Kayiga's screech of pure agony told her how much it had hurt, and she permitted herself another quick smile as stepped forward to finish the lanky whore.

Almost immediately, the smaller woman began to carry out her threat to gut her rival, and her right fist slammed into Kayiga's belly, sinking deep into her. She hoped the blow, delivered with all the force she could muster had burst the cow's viscera, and she followed it with a left to the liver that cut the tall woman's breath again, and had her standing motionless and completely vulnerable to any attack that Lola cared to mount. There was fear in her eyes, and her slack mouth fell open as she tried to draw the breath she need to escape from the retribution that the Ghanaian had begun to wreak against her.

Lola enjoyed the moment to the full, waiting to let Kayiga's fear build even higher before she seized and killed her. "Going to beg for mercy, was I, you gutless fuck-bag?" She paused a moment to draw breath. "Well, now who's going to be begging?"

With that she stepped in again kneed the bigger woman deliberately in the cunt.

A grunt was torn from Kayiga who staggered back under the force of the impact, and dropped her right hand low in a vain attempt to save her bruised sex more damage.

Lola's left hand closed about Kayiga's dangling right breast, clutched it hard, and yanked downwards. Kayiga screamed as much in fear as pain and Lola kneed her again. "Pah!" she expostulated, "Bob's only a dog-dick. You look as though you could take an elephant!"

It was true enough. Kayiga's joy-hole was large, and the kneeings had forced her legs apart to reveal it's size and openness.

"Always ready to take something, eh? What do you like - dogs?; donkeys?; camels?; pigs?; perhaps the occasional wildebeeste? I reckon Bob seems small to you!"

Lola drove her right fist hard into the exposed sex, and through the vulva into the vagina of her enemy. As the hot flesh closed about her wrist, the Ghanaian twisted her fist viciously inside Kayiga, and spread her fingers to rake her nails down the sensitive internal membranes as she ripped hr hand out of the bigger woman.

The last of Kayiga's breath was spent in a piercing shriek as the agony hit her brain like a sledgehammer breaking a rock, and she fell towards her tormentrix, her consciousness slipping as she came.

Lola released her breast-claw and hit her in the face with the left, a split second before her bloodied right, shiny with Kayiga's redded cunt-slime took her in the throat and half-staved in her windpipe.

Her next breath rattled in her throat, and air entered her lungs with difficulty before the smaller woman took her throat in both hands and squeezed. Within a few seconds the Tutsi's tongue began to protrude, and her eyes bulged in their sockets as Lola's strong hands wrung the life out of her.

Kayiga hadn't begged. She couldn't. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. She could do nothing now but hang there half-fallen, and wait for the red mist of agony turn to the black void of unconsciousness, and the cold finality of death.

*

"It's only ya idlin' jet," Stan Howard told Bob after a short inspection of Bob's car. "I'll have that cleared in a jiffy."

Bob leaned against the car and lit a cigarette as Stan went off to get the tools he needed. He was back before the cigarette was finished, and climbing under the bonnet. Sure enough, within another ten minutes, the jet had been removed, poked clean and replaced. The car started at a touch and the engine turned over smoothly.

"Amazin' the difference a clean jet makes, ain't it?" Stan smiled.

Bob reached for his wallet to pay Stan, but as Bob was a regular customer, the man shook his head. "No charge for that, Bob. Only a minute's job. I've booked the service you asked for for next Saturday, okay?"

"Fine by me," Bob replied. He was grateful to have a garage that was open on Saturdays. And if Stan wanted paying for this job he could always add it to the service charge. He doubted that he would. 'Greed' was not a word that loomed large in Stan's vocabulary.

Bob drove back home very happily. Car fixed, plenty of cigs, one or two things from the grocer and the chemist, and he was walking on air and looking forward to another session with Kayiga tonight.

*

Lola stood there braced against the other's weight and choking her until her body began to tremble with the stress, and her hatred drained from her. She dropped the dead thing that had been Kayiga, and stood away, then stripped off the red panties and made for the shower. She was covered with various of Kayiga's secretions and excretions, splashed with the piss that had escaped when the vile cow had perished in her hands, and covered to the elbow on her right side with the sexual juices of the nasty whore.

She felt no remorse at killing Kayiga. Rather she felt that she had purged the world of a foul creature, had expunged a louse, extirpated a virulent virus. Her only regret was that it had taken her so long to do it.

But there was a slight fear of being brought to book for her crime lodged in her mind. She consoled herself with the thought that Bob would know what to do about disposing of the body. She guessed that he would be good at that sort of thing. She smiled as she sluiced herself clean. Bob would not be pleased to know that she had called him a dog-dick. But that was only in temper, the heat of the moment. He was, in fact, far better than that. He was a good lover, and a rod well worth riding. Perhaps tonight, once they had got rid of the last of Kayiga, perhaps then she would have much better inside her than the bitching Tutsi's toe!

She just finished drying herself when she heard the car draw up, and Bob coming towards the back door, whistling happily. She was convinced he would feel a great deal happier when he saw her, and went to the kitchen to meet him.

He bounced in, as he was wont to do, closed the door behind, turned and saw her standing there naked.

His eyes bugged. "Lola!" he exclaimed, overcome with surprise. Surprise that rapidly turned to dread. She must have met Kayiga, Now what? "What are you doing here?"

A ridiculous and pointless question, but all that came to mind.

Lola, realizing his confusion, understood his difficulty. "I came to see you, of course," she smiled, "But there was a little unpleasantness."

"You met Kayiga..." He was going to add something, but suddenly veered off at a tangent. "Wh... where is she?"

"In the hall," she answered. "I dealt with her - fucking Tutsi whore!"

Bob put down his two parcels and went through. She followed him.

He took in the dreadful sight in a moment and gasped. "Christ, Lola! You've killed her!" He went white and started to shake.

"The lousy bitch deserved it," she declared. "Stealing my man!"

"You didn't have to kill her, for fuck sake!"

"Well, it sort of happened. She tried to kill me."

If Bob was nothing else, he was a pragmatist. His mind whirled around the intricacies of the situation. There were some things he was lucky with. Kayiga had not been to the village. No-one knew she was here as he had brought her down late one night. She was also unattached, so there was no-one to ask awkward questions, only those at her work. She had only just moved to a new flat in town and wasn't known there either. With luck they might get away with this, but would need to dispose of the body pretty well.

It did not prove too hard. They wrapped Kayiga's remains in the stained carpet, and drove with it to a remote water-filled quarry Bob knew of about an hour and a half's drive away. Weighted with rocks gathered from the quarryside, they consigned Kayiga to the deep end of the enormous hole. They were back at the house by midnight, but tired from the three-hour round trip and exhausted by the stress Lola had caused him, Bob was asleep before Lola joined him, lying in the place that until that afternoon had ben occupied by hr hate-filled rival.