Unknown - Noreen first time

Frigged her fingers into Jacquette's cunt.

"You're a criminal, Chiquita. Ouch! When I get out of here, I'm gonna-"

"You gonna keep your mouth shut, gringa puta," Chiquita sneered. "It is all on video recorder. See the electric eyeball up there in the corner? It misses nothing. The camera does not lie-not like you! Your guilt is confirmed."

"You just tried to blackmail me."

"My ‘little gringa. Chiquita feels so very sorry for you."

"Then have mercy."

"I do. Chiquita is merciful. I take great care of you. I'm going to fuck you and beat you. Beat you and hick-you. Fuck you and beat you and eat you again. Then I will piss all over you while you feast upon my cunt. Then I'll beat you, fuck you, and suck you-some more."

Jacquette shot her paw out again.

Snagged Chiquita in the cunny.

Ripped out a tuft of cunthairs.

"Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni!"

"Go to it, ladies," Jacoby chortled. "I need a little time to recoil from that last blast. Where was it? Up your ass, Jacquette?"

"Ngh."

"Will you have some courtesy, Jacquette?" Jacoby sputtered, jacking off. "I asked you a question. You fucking answer me!"

Chiquita took a cut in her cunt from the chop of Jacquette's extended palm.

As Chiquita jacknifed, Jacquette crawled away from her toppling body.

Then sprang to her feet.

She kicked at Chiquita's face. Caught her in the chops with her stinky toes.

"Shit, I give up," Jacoby said. "Remind me never to try to teach a woman manners. They just have no potential. They're nothing but animals."

Chiquita sucked Jacquette's little piggies. Licked out the places between the toes where the dark linty jam had congealed.

Jacquette's wrists fluttered uncontrollably. Chiquita grabbed at them one by one and brought them behind Jacquette's back.

With a snap, Chiquita had bound Jacquette's hands with a thick, tripled-over rubberband.

Jacquette shuddered as Chiquita held onto her ankles. Lifted her by the heels.

Careened her once more to the floor.

Craaa-ack!

Jacquette's head hit the surface.

Blood broke from her yip where Chiquita had previously slapped her lips against her incisors. Jacquette tasted the sweet saltiness.

As Chiquita whipped Jacquette's prostrate nakedness with her tresses, Jacquette worked to free herself.

She broke out of her wristbonds. Snaring her fingers with the rubberbands.

Jacquette struggled, her body exposed. Face straining against Chiquita's lashes.

Chiquita snapped her neck. The tip of her wet ponytail tore into Jacquette's clit.

Then Chiquita scourged Jacquette's tits.

Clipping nips on the backswing.

Jacquette struggled to her knees.

Took another shot on the jaw.

She tottered.

Rose wobbling to her feet.

Absorbing the rain of the other woman's unceasing attack.

The relentless pitch of the whipping, scourging, lashing of her deadly dressed tresses.

Thick ponytail braided. Strung with small metal beads. Decorated with miniature gold anchors, seven-pointed stars, tiny stilettos.

Jacquette staggered back.

Chiquita then twirled the long braided ponytail like a lariat. Whipped the twine out, aiming it at Jacquette's brain.

The heavy hair bopped Jacquette's head. She slipped in a puddle of joyjuice and cockgoo and did a split onto the floor.

She finally snapped her wrists free and broke her fall.

The sharp studs embedded in Chiquita's whipping tresses brought up welts as it belted across her tits and face.

Jacquette hung her head, shaking it incredulously, unbelievingly. She sucked in hot wet air, blew it out slowly, sighed.

She felt asphyxiation from the thick venomous fumes drenching the air.

She massaged her neck, gasping. Took big gulps of fetid breath.

Then was riddled by the shock of impact.

Chiquita was on her.

This time, all claws.

Jacquette wrestled Chiquita by. the boobs as the lanky Hispanic Amazon sado-dyke bitch fuckmistress bit at her chirruping clit.

Jacquette screeched in orgasm as Chiquita ran her fingernails into her twat.

She shuddered as Chiquita buttered her buns with her mouth and thumbs.

Snaps of snot flew in fragments from Jacquette's flared nostrils.

Ooze blew from her snatch.

Burbles belched from her bunghole.

Suddenly Jacoby rose from where he had been seated cross-legged, wanking off on the top of his desk. He stabbed his prick into midair.

"All right, Chiquita," he said. "You've had enough. I'm going for my third round."

"Get away from me, you creep," Jacquette said as she leapt at him.

She buffeted his balls with her clenched palms. Punched his pecker on the side of the head.

"Get out of here, you worthless slime," Jacoby said, seizing his goodfellows in pain.

He looked down at his nuts and grimaced.

They were swelling up black-and-blue. The head of his pecker was hammered red.

"You never told me, coach," Jacquette said. "What is my status on the team. You do remember, don't you? The women's gymnastics team you're supposed to be coaching?"

Chiquita was crouching before Jacoby's belly. She cradled his injured rig tenderly. Kissed it to make it better.

"Don't bother, coach," Chiquita said. "That gringa puta is nothing but trash."

Jacquette belched. She fingered her clit, asshole, nipples, and twatlips to gauge the extent of their rawness and possible rankness.

Jacquette farted. Her ass patted as she bent over, peeling pieces of her discarded clothing from where they were cemented to the floor by clots of mixed come, sweat, and mucus.

"What's the word, Jacoby?" Jacquette jeered. "I don't hear you."

Jacquette struggled to get her fannymeat back into her tights. She left her encrusted panties glued to the floor.

Slipped on her gymnast slippers. Jacquette then slowly wrapped her torn sweatshirt about her shoulders to partially cover her tits.

"Don't think you can play your bimbo games with me, young lady," Jacoby bawled. "You kicked my nuts to shit! That's no way to orchestrate someone into granting you a favor."

"I never ask for favors," Jacquette snotted. "Just give me what I'm due."

"You're due to hightail it out of here," Jacoby jawed. "Chiquita, brutalize this bitch if she makes a move. Carnalize every crevice of her smelly body. I'll give you a bonus."

"Don't make me fucking laugh," Jacquette said. "You two psychopaths have already abused me-thoroughly. Except for one little crack that still gets away unfucked."

"What's that?"

"You never did get your pecker into my cunt."

"If that's the truth," Jacoby sneered. "You may yet be able to remain in contention for a spot on the squad."

"Oh, you're so charming when you're squalid, Jacoby. You know I'm still one of the best athletes you've got."

"But you're over the hill already. Others-young ones-they will be getting hot. Believe me. Keep on smartassing, Jacquette."

"You know I've been in competition longer than anyone else at this training center. My experience counts. How can you deny that?"

"Because the only reason you were kept on the team so far into your old age is that you were fucking the coach."

"You made that up. I never even touched Maggie. That's a vile, vicious lie."

Jacoby cackled as Chiquita wrapped his cock and balls in gauze.

"That's rich, Jacquette. Whorish lies from a whorish mouth. How many different kinds of meat have you gobbled up in that pretty little trap of yours? Male, female. It makes no difference to little whores like you."

Jacquette turned on her heels.

"I'm shoving off," she said vacantly. "Had more than enough of this shit from you."

Chiquita chattered as Jacquette kicked through the door. "Fucking gringa fucking whore fucking puta fucking! You would whore for an ox! You would suck on a pig's dick!"