Zara Brownliss brought her horse to a steady halt and demurely dismounted him. Carefully she tied his reigns to the nearby fence and took a few moments to pat his neck and speak to him before finally finding the resolve to turn away and begin the half mile or so walk to a clearing between two clumps of large trees at the far end of the field. This was the very extremity of her father's estate and she was sure no one would observe her way out here from the family mansion.
As she strode across the cut straw field she looked every inch the wealthy, sexy young woman she was. Her riding hat, crop and tight jodhpurs accentuated her every move. The long blonde hair hung down almost to her perfect ass in a long pony tail. But her face betrayed that something was not right. She was stern and severe looking, nervous perhaps, which was unusual as she was such a cocksure, arrogant girl, perceiving herself and acting like she was a cut above anyone else.
Her footsteps faltered just as she entered the gap between the trees and spotted the girl waiting on her. Naomi was a black teenager, 18, the same as Zara. But she came from the estate in the nearby city and had nowhere near the advantages that Zara had had. Naomi was a slim, tall girl, her own hair pulled back to a severe ponytail. She was clad in white strappy top and denim cut off shorts. She glared at Zara with undisguised hatred and resentment. Just looking at the blonde's expensive clothing and this mass of land her father owned made her hate Zara even more. Zara came to a stop twenty feet in front of Naomi as she noticed Naomi's little gang of friends hanging out under the trees on the left hand side of the clearing, they were all black skinned too and Zara suppressed a shudder at all these trashy niggers on her fathers land because of her.
Naomi pointed to the right and a tree stump with a milk crate balance upon it , above it hung a white rope tied, very clearly in a noose. It was waiting for Zara. Zara stared at it and tried to hide her mounting fear. Naomi, harsh voice cut across the field to reach the blonde.
"Your decision blondie. You know the rules. What is it to be?"
Time stood still for Zara and she looked at the noose and imagined stepping on that crate and pulling the rope around her young neck. Then she stared at Naomi, god how she hated that black bitch! Then she came to a decision and slowly she walked towards Naomi and just as she reached her she dropped submissively to her knees and bent her head down and humiliatingly kissed each of Naomi's dirty, white trainers.
Naomi's friends called out insults and cheered as Zara did this but Naomi made no move or sign until she spoke coolly.
"Coward! I knew you would not have the nerve. Anyway, it's all good. Take all your clothes off and chuck them over there."
It had been a long time since Zara had ever obeyed another female, certainly her mother and tutors were treated with little above disdain. But with little argument Zara obeyed Naomi and stood up then took off every stitch of clothing she was wearing until she was naked before her enemy. Naomi pointed to a fresh cow shit just off to her side on the field.
"On your knees and place your face in that!"
Zara stared down at the brown, part crusty thing at her feet and grimaced. But she knew this was her life now, she had made the choice. That hateful nigger standing over her now owned Zara Brownliss mind body and soul. The blonde slowly dropped to her knees and again bent her beautiful, white face forward until she felt the crust of the cow shit on her nose. Conscious of Naomi standing over her Zara then pushed further until her lips were in it, then her forehead and her eyelashes in the filth. Then with all the self control she could must she began to run her face back and forth then up and down in the shit.
*
Zara and Naomi were members of a teenage girl Fight Club. Both, despite coming from opposite ends of the social spectrum, were two of the most important and respected members. In the Club it did not matter whether you came from a poor housing estate or from the richest family in the Borough, just that you were willing to fight other girls and abide by the Club rules.
But their social status did drive a wedge between them from the first. Both were very good fighters and racked up plenty of victories. Both were also inherently racist and enjoyed nothing more than a win over a black girl (in Zara's case) or a win over a white girl ( in Naomi's case). To an experienced observer it was obvious the two Alpha females were on a collision course. They quickly developed a rivalry that turned into a feud. But they avoiding fighting for long enough, contenting themselves with destroying the others friends and gang members. And when their inevitable collision took place it came with the highest of stakes.
It was a submission only fight. The loser would have to submit to the other. Would have to quit and give up, the ultimate humiliation that either could suffer having to surrender to their great rival. But that wasn't enough. Both insisted that they could never submit to the other, they could not imagine ever being able to surrender in those circumstances. The odds were increased when Zara suggested that Naomi could become her slave afterwards, Naomi took it as a stipulation and insisted the reverse would be the case should she win. So the forfeit was made in full view of the rest of the Club. The loser of the fight must not only submit to lose the fight but must then become the winners slave.
"I'd rather hang myself than be your slave!"
Retorted Zara in her snottiest, posh accented voice.
"Bitch, I will give you that option!" snarled Naomi in return.
And so after a long, gruelling battle that saw both girls stripped naked it was Zara who eventually had to quit and submit to her hated rival. The defeat had shattered the blonde. She lost all her confidence and bravado and when Naomi demanded that they meet in the assigned field one week later Zara had agreed feebly. Which led to the situation unfolding in the field that quiet Saturday afternoon.
*
After a minute of pushing Zara's face into the cow pat Naomi finally lifted her foot and allowed the blonde to raise her head out of the shit. She slowly looked up and Naomi couldn't help but laugh at the mess the usually immaculate Zara was in.
"I guess I should help you wash that off bitch. Lie on your back!"
Looking up with shit crusted on her face Zara moved her feet and sat on her ass then lay down flat on her back in the grass. She saw Naomi roll her skirt up around her waist then step out of a skimpy thong then squat down over Zara's head, just inches from her face.
"Ain't never pissed on a rich, white girl before, think I'm gonna enjoy it!"
Zara closed her eyes just as the yellow stuff burst forth from between the black thighs and splashed violently right between her eyes. She could hear Naomi's friends crying out and cheering in the background and she tried to focus on that rather than what she was submitting to here.
The piss flowed right down Zara's messed up face, washing off some of the cow shit but in fact it was in some ways worse as the piss seemed to get everywhere, seeping into her eyes, her ears, her nose and her mouth, The taste and smell strong and pungent and filthy. Finally Naomi was done and she peered down in amusement at her supine rival before producing a dog collar and leash and snapping it around the blonde girl's neck. She sorted it out then tugged on it so Zara came up and onto her knees.
