Beasts in cage

[rolia3]

BEASTS IN CAGE





Coirinna met female matches at the time of high school and was immediately attracted so much that these fights had become a real drug for her that satisfied her innate taste for violence seeing beautiful well trained, half-naked girls beating each-other.
Above all seduced by their cruelty in raging on the opponents exhausted by biting them in the breasts and tearing the genitals scalped.
In that underground clandestine I had met Valerie attracted by the athletic body and the black-haired twenty-one with vigorous tits that could be so ruthless with the enemies.
In order to approach her she had become a "gymworm" like her.
The excuse had been healthy tonics his roundish shapes that, as exorbitant and solid, were not as muscular and compact as those of the athlete. She would not have managed to send up and down the pectorals like this, for her part, Valentine had been conquered by the graces and seductiveness of that buttery curvy model.
For a year they lived together and she had become, besides her girlfriend, her manager and assistant on the corner. Vale felt more and more tied to the fair-haired, big blue eyes and voluminous boobs that, as wicked as she was, was excited by the stories of the beautiful painful she gave to the beaten and in the bed she gave herself with skill and passionate submission.
In a few months she demolished all the adversaries thanks to her physical presence and Cori that supported her on board ring, horny like a cat in love at the sight of the blood and the suffering that inflicted victims and their moans of pain and invocations of pity.
Each meeting was followed, already in the locker room, by sessions of unbridled and enjoyable sex.

Brenda entered the tour with the arrogance of 19 years showing his wild nature with a series of victories so bloody as to often put the opposing defeats in conditions that can no longer fight or love away.
The immediate, obvious interest of the new arrival for the blonde sparked jealousy of her partner and threw petrol on the fire of enmity between the two because, although she swore her love, Cori could not hide how much she was flattered by the attentions of that young beautiful, fierce and ruthless gladiatrix. Brenda, in fact, was tall, dry, muscular, had fiery red hair, an imposing booby, firm, succulent, covered with freckles and crowned with prominent areolas with large nipples as hard and protruding studs.
In the gym, every time she felt his gaze, she would ?bathe? herself imagining what she would have felt if she had found herself lying naked next to that Amazon who was exploring her thicket with her strong fingers and trying her tongue with the little pleasure button while she he teased her breasts. He winced in the locker room making she smell it, the jerk with languid poses, short shorts with the cuts on the buttocks, t-shirt under which the abundant ?dairy? or badly buttoned shirts could swing freely to show the deep furrow between the full domes; as if to say: do you like what's below? then he went out with the other, leaving it dry-mouthed, but throwing mischievous glances at her.

The confrontation between the two warriors then became inevitable and took place in the hall on the top floor of the usual complacent hotel. The match would have seen them fight in a metal cage. The surrender was not contemplated and there was no referee: the strongest would have decided when the other had taken enough.
The audience was made up exclusively of women and the smell of pheromones filled the air: those fanatics wanted to see them beat until they were dying. They would masturbate each other while enjoying the carnage. Cori was excited by imagining those two fought ruthlessly.
He had long pondered what to wear for the occasion: he had thought of a little blue dress (like his eyes) close enough to draw the shapes and highlight the prosperous chest, with a slit on the thigh and a neckline in the deep back up to the inviting slit between the buttocks. But then he had shrewdly opted for a tunic of soft white linen that descended to the middle of his thigh, only apparently more chaste because he fell on her like a shroud and being little thicker than a gauze, the massive mass of the breast, the amber circles of the areolas and the conspicuous B-side, in contact with the diaphanous muslin, let out a glimpse of their pink consistency, and in the opposite light his soft silhouettes were outlined, revealing to the world that he carried nothing underneath.
The bold one wear did not fail to attract the lascivious looks of those present. A pity, she thought to himself, that the thriving blond pubic bush was so light it was almost invisible: a dark shadow in the groin would make her even sexier. Brenda's eager look gave her a shiver between her thighs and stirred Valentine's wrath.With feigned naivety she whispered to her that he had chosen her to distract her adversary.
But the brunette became even more furious and accused her half-witted that she had dressed like a whore just to seduce the redhead. There was some truth in this because he wanted to laze his lover and give her the charge to face that beast, but the boss knew that she was the reason for the match between the two and as it was on the bets that grew with the violence of the fighting he had promised her a prize if she managed to provoke a clash to the death. His share would be increased the more the loser had come out badly.
The awareness of being the post of that game, the prize for the victorious female, increased her lesbian lust and veiled just as her forms wanted to tease Brenda and exacerbate the jealousy of the other by showing them what they were really fighting for and who would had to fight like tigers in heat to conquer his graces.
The contenders entered the cage with only the MMA gloves and a waist cloth just enough to cover the crotch. It was a hypocrisy to warm even more the minds of the public because it usually fell in the early stages of the match.
Muscle bodies shone in the spotlight. The redhead was a little higher but both decidedly captivating.
They began with a test of strength, gripping their hands and framing each other with their big breasts. After a series of chest strokes the lowest managed to push the rival against the fence but from that position she lifted a knee and stuck it in the abdomen, cutting his breath. Vale reloaded pressed on the other who pulled two punches in the big tits. Cori urged her to hold on to the net and she hit Brenda with a hook on her jaw, stopping her action. At the center of the square they assumed the guarded attitude of boxers studying. The brunette, who had put all the energy behind that jab, was shocked by the fact that the other did not seem to have suffered the slightest.
For the first time in his career he doubted that he had a better shot to be right than an adversary so coriaceous and hurled at her pushing her back onto the fence trying to hit her with a head, but the redhead dodged her and answered with a powerful direct under the navel and a lateral hook in the left kidney. The pain was such that she felt his knees fail, she threw himself forward, hugging the energumen, and as soon as a tit came to her she thrust his teeth into the areola. The other chased a scream that aroused the enthusiasm of the audience and the jubilation of his partner but the reaction were two contemporary fists on the temples, so powerful to stun her, followed immediately by a knee in the face and another in the left breast that dangled helpless.
Valerie collapsed, bleeding from her nose and mouth, but when her rival rushed to finish it, though half-stunned, she had the reflex to lift one leg and kick her in the groin.
Cori, who had flinched when he saw her on the ground, came back to incite her but Brenda, still vacillating and bent in two with one hand on her genitals and the other holding her sore boob, was standing and as she tried to get up, she shot her new in the left kidney.
This time the scream was pure suffering, the brunette fell forward holding the affected part and the other hand reaching out to the lover in a desperate search for an impossible help.
Brenda turned her over and kicked her in the other kidney, and when she was lying on her back, paralyzed by the pain, she dropped down on her with the weight of her arm bent by sticking the tip of her elbow just above the pelvic bone.


The brunette did not have time to tighten the ventral muscles and the uterus was torn. He threw a scary bang and curled up like a ball. Nipped in pain, she began to struggle in spasmodic convulsions The tape had melted and she threw her legs to the right and left, showing her genitals.
Cori, clinging to the net, screamed her support but meanwhile devoured with her eyes the wiry and statuesque body of the other that was wandering in the fence weighing her big tits. When the show was over, he grabbed her by the hair and put her to her feet without effort, stuck two tremendous bites into her ovaries and threw her into the net. She shot her in the potato that crushed the clitoris on the pubis bone and inflicted the definitive KO. Valerie rolled her eyes and collapsed with a howl. She was demolished, broiled and helpless, with the red thighs of blood dripping from the vagina was dragged like a broken mannequin before her girl who stared at her in shock at the turn of the battle, but visibly excited by the brutality and sensual rawness of the scene. Semiconscious and devoid of any ability to react, she gasped with his eyes turned back. Now it was nothing but a puppet in the hands of the other that holding her by the jolt by swinging the Junoesque breasts that began to slam loudly between them unleashing the derisive hilarity of the fans who had already rejected their darling and taunted mercilessly.
Brenda blew a mocking kiss to her mistress then, with a slap on her back, sent her to slam the face forward violently. The metal mesh stopped her but she etched crimson lozenges in the crushed surface of the sterns. He collapsed sliding down the fence. The other hurled like a hawk on the wounded prey, grabbed her broad breasts from behind and choked them at the junction. They puffed up like balloons and she pulled them out to kick them off. Valentine, began to kick in the air, throwing raucous bellows that overwhelmed the audience's shouts. She trembled all over, shook his torso, planted his fingernails in the red forearms in a vain attempt to free himself from the deadly grip. The women around shouted ruthless
SUPPRESS IT!...RIP IT OFF!
The blonde pressed her big breasts against the fence and touched his potato. The libidinous gaze revealed the excitement at the sight of the martyrdom of the succulent melons that gave way and were gradually fading, succumbing to brute force. Pervaded by the emotion of assisting closely with the massacre, she did not care that it was her beloved's boobs, who shrieked at her breath.
Suffering had removed her ability to react, she began to beg for mercy while she felt the internal tissues tearing.
Corinna bewitched by the harrowing screams of the victim, by his entreaties, by the fragrance of the sculptural body, practically naked by the beautiful executioner, looked hypnotized at the powerful muscles darting under the skin punctuated with freckles. The horny ?little sparrow? drooled like a snail and could not drive away the desire to grope and suck on that mammoth freckled dairy or the thought of putting her in the same ruthless hands that were destroying her partner's. The brunette's breasts were flaking under the pressure until the bulbs of the nipples, swollen with liquids, exploded like buboes. Serum and blood splashed up to stain her white dress.
Cori could no longer resist the lustful impetus that engulfed his genitals, and he violently shrank with pleasure and shaking his cage with the impetuous tremors of his pelvis. Clinging to the net, she panted heavily with a congested face, exhausted by that intense sensation. The redhead, staring into her eyes, spread the large melons that clenched between his fingers and swelled the biceps in an effort to eradicate them. A plaintive yelp revealed the pain of the poor girl who was inexorably demammaried. The resistance of the pectorals won, with a rabid roar Brenda uprooted the big pears from the chest. He put it back on its feet and threw it against the fence. The crashed wrestler was gasping with a drooping head and tongue sticking out; she lost blood from his nose, mouth and nipples. The large bowls detached from the chest dangled like bowling balls inside the bags.
A pinkish liquid dripped from the vulva to indicate that the uterus and ovaries were broken. She collapsed slowly. If she survived she would be crippled: helpless and without boobs.
Cori saw the satisfied grin on the boss's face and thought about his prize.
Brenda tore off the cloth and threw it over the net (some onlookers quarreled furiously).
She spread the legs of the won and put a foot over the sex
KILL HER!...KILL HER! they screamed around.
She crouched between her wide-open thighs and nibbled at the heart of sexuality.
Vale arched in a shot like a scorpion's tip and chased such a chilling scream that the Corinne?s hairs of the pussy also stood up.
There were endless moments of harrowing screams and spasmodic contortions then the definitive collapse.
The other rose up with a bloody mouth clutching her clit between her teeth and flattened a breast with her heel, sparking the joy of those present.
The blonde gave in to the wave of irrepressible, lustful sadism that pierced her loins and, without even touching herself, she abandoned herself to a second, even more powerful orgasm.
The redhead saw her panting with her breasts squeezed on the net, her eyes half open and an ecstatic expression. She smiled to herself as looked at the damp patch that spread over her tunic just below the crotch, proving the paroxysm of enjoyment that sanctioned her detachment from the defeated wrestler.
Valerie, now lost all control, was rattling spastically waving her arms and legs. The blood flowed in torrents from the amputated vulva. Corinna panted slumped over the partition, staring at the spasmodic contractions of the mutilated sex. Horrified but at the same time attracted by so much brutality, she could not take her eyes off the horrible wound that would slowly bleed it away and bring her to the most atrocious and painful of ends.
The gladiatrix came out of the cage, dragging her semi-conscious rival through her hair, leaving behind a trail of blood. He spat at the feet of Cori the shred of still palpating flesh. This startled, paralyzed like a bunny in front of the cobra: that fierce Amazon terrified her and bewitched her. His ?potato? was hot, wet, quivering. The moods that still dripped between her legs exaggerated instead of soothing the desire for a Sapphic embrace with her. Vale, tugged by the foliage, gasped drooling, the prolapsed breasts rubbed the torn nipples on the ground. She just looked at her with a glimpse, then looked up at the other who was looking at her questioningly.
With feverish and trembling gestures she untied her dress, slipped it to the ground and prostrated herself on her knees, spread her arms and pushed the lush melons upwards, offering herself to the strongest warrior
...I am yours! she sighed
Inebriated to the pungent smell that emanated from the sex in heat of that magnificent specimen of female, pressed the fat breast against the muscular thighs and embraced the sweaty buttocks.
The cohabitation with a wrestler had taught her that the fight puts a woman bestially horny and Brenda was no exception. She thrust his tongue into the damp, rust-colored wood, licked the turgid bulb protruding, and thrust the tapered ring finger into his anus. This roar of pleasure and soon filled her throat with her nectar that she gulped down to the last drop, then carefully cleaned the source by sucking it like an oyster snatching more moans: she was skilled and experienced
The women of the environment, who considered her a slut, exchanged glances of understanding and ironic smiles as they saw her give herself without delay to the victor with her companion, in agony but still conscious, looking at her. But besides the pleasure of doing so, to prove that she had repudiated her, there was no more convincing evidence than submitting to her in front of the other. Brenda, gratified by her wise mouth, harpooned her middle finger in the sodden cut, pulled her to her and gave her the clit torn from his rival. They joined their lips in a long kiss to seal their union and set off for the warrior's well-deserved rest. Corinna rubbed languidly against the redhead who weighed her right breast. The last affront to the castrated fighter, left to die in general indifference, was the vision of the busty and seductive cheeks of the former who, without bothering her with a glance, would walk nakedly clasping her new lover, turning between her fingers the trigger that had kissed with transport until the night before. Then she sank into an abyss of atrocious sufferings.

[anna1981azcf]

Can you please post this in the original language? It's unreadable in English.