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Rival Brides of the Sahara
Part three
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CHAPTER I

Zaafira?s maternal breasts had completely recovered since her fight with Ra?isa, but she was not taking any chances of being upstaged by this English woman, she had selected her best orange Thobe (the long flowing one piece dress that Tuareg women wear nowadays) with the horizontal African geometric patterning across the breast and below the knees and she belted it tightly at the waist which emphasised her extreme hourglass figure, her huge bust sticking out impressively, most of her 19 inch cleavage visible between the mounds of her plump, firm breasts.

Kahn and Aadil?s uncle came into the lounge smiling with Stephanie behind them swathed and hooded in the Tuareg Camel herder?s cloak. Zaafira began to laugh as Stephanie threw back her hood. ?Ha! Goldilocks!? she laughed as she saw Steph?s golden tresses. She had only ever seen blonde women on the television and regarded them as extremely foreign. ?Your cloak smells of the Camel still. Or is it you? English slut!? she spat tossing her mane of curled black hair, the tails of which brushed across her magnificent eye catching bosom.

?The cloak is not mine,? Steph was quick to answer. ?It has a smell familiar to you, not me!? she added. ?Camel shit I think!? And with that she dropped the cloak to the floor. Everyone stopped and stared at her standing in her translucent white negligee and despite the supportive white bra she was wearing, her nipples were extremely prominent. Zaafira scanned the woman up and down, her jealous eyes lingering on her huge breasts, before drifting down to her white thong which barely covered her bare essentials.

?You?ve met your match I think!? Stephanie said.

?I think NOT!? Zaafira said testily. ?To become Aadil?s wife you must fight me, Jaeda, A?ishah and Ra?isa, one at a time,? she said. ?Oh, and Aadil wants to see his women Titfight each other to the finish,? she laughed. ?I think that once we have wrecked and deflated your tits we will be throwing you out with the trash in a few days time!? she said cryptically.

Zaafira was understandably jealous because not only was the blonde English woman exotic in the eyes of her people, but she had a massive 38LL cup 56 inch bust. But still Zaafira kept her advantage of size. Whereas Zaafira had 19 inch long tits on her 38 inch chest the English girl had 18 inch long tits on her 38 inch chest. This meant that the English girls? tits looked as big as Zaafira?s 57 inch bust. She was also very curvy with her contrasting 30 inch waist and 38 inch hips. Zaafira checked her own measurements with a quick glance down at her own body: 57? bust, 32? waist, 42? hips. She felt reassured. Zaafira was somewhat heavier than Stephanie?s 197lbs, but Stephanie would still be the heaviest woman she had fought.

?Got a good eyeful? You fat ugly bitch!? Stephanie said, pissed off with her bad week. Zaafira glared at her with hostility: If looks could kill Stephanie would be ripped to shreds by Zaafira?s stared daggers.

?I said A obtenu un bon eyeful? Vous grosse chienne laide!? Stephanie repeated in French in case Zaafira missed it.

Zaafira aggressively took several steps towards Stephanie.

Stephanie did not want to be here in the first place, she was kidnapped and she was very, very angry about that. Then she was told she will be marrying a man she has not met, then his fat titted whore wives threaten her with violence. Well, Stephanie is one of those women who will only take so much, but these threats to fight her angered her profoundly. She decided that she would take them on and make then regret having ever set eyes on her. She would leave them with their fat tits bruised and beaten, then she would leave for home, England, thousands of miles away. The two women warily circled each other, nose to nose, toe to toe, tit to tit, never taking their eyes off each other?s, their hands curled into claws by their sides. The two men tried to keep the two women apart, Kahn did not want Steph to receive any injuries before Aadil had met her.

The beautiful, voluptuous women?s hips swayed and their breasts swung as the women circled each other, Aadil entered the lounge from the Harem in his full formal dress and jewels, Jaeda and A?ishah on his arms with Ba?s and Ra?isa following behind. He feasted his eyes on his new acquisition very approvingly and indicated that her bra should be removed. Ba?s carefully helped the beautiful blonde out of her negligee and eased her bra off her. The massive pristine white breasts tumbled out of the restraint and seemed to swell, the heavy breasts settling quickly against her rib cage where they sat looking extremely firm and virginal, their almost translucent white skin barely covering the tracery of blue veins. Ba?s helped her back into her negligee. Now with he4r hands resting on her hips Stephanie pushed her rib cage forwards and inflated her chest with a slow deep breath. The result was spectacular.

?That?s much better, Aadil said,? Kahn informed her.


?Good. These boobies are much better than any of these whore?s flabby tits!? she remarked forcefully, lifting and sexily massaging her 18? long LL cup breasts one at a time before working them together emphasizing her magnificent cleavage, her manipulation causing her areolas to swell, the pimply grease glands swelling up, her thick nipples extending.

?You say he speaks French?? she asked Kahn.
?Mes m?sanges sont bien mieux que ces m?sanges molles de la putain!? she repeated loudly in bad French.

Both Aadil and his harem of wives looked angry

?You have fire!? Aadil said. ?But my wives also have fire. You will fight them tomorrow!!!? he snapped sharply before seating himself on a sumptuous sofa with two of his wives, the other three standing nearby.

Tonight Aadil will sexually serve Ra?isa and Zaafira and in the morning he will serve Stephanie before these three voluptuous women fight. Aadil, Zaafira and Ra?isa all went to bed while Steph had to share a room for the first time with Ba?s Jaeda and A?ishah. Aadil had given his wives instruction that they were not to fight Stephanie during the night, but both Jaeda and A?ishah had other ideas.

?Aadil will not marry you,? A?ishah said once the girls were alone in the harem lounge.

?Good. Because I don?t want to marry him either!? Steph said.

?You will be made to Titfight Ra?isa or Zaafira tomorrow,? A?ishah said.

?Well, you?ll soon discover that my tits are much better than those whore?s flabby tits!? Steph garrulously asserted.

?You think you?ll win?? Jaeda said with a note of incredulity in her voice.

?Easily!? Steph said.

?No, you don?t understand,? A?ishah said. ?You will lose so that Aadil will throw you outside with the Saharawi prostitutes!? she said, a tinge of hysteria rising in her voice. A?ishah grabbed Steph?s thick locks close to her scull with her right hand and pulling her in close rammed her breasts against Steph?s with a forceful ?THUMP!? A?ishah?s breasts squashed against Steph?s, and Stephanie?s breasts were pushed painfully in on themselves, her breast fat, alveoli, nodules and ducts under unbearable pressure.

CHAPTER II

The pain against Stephanie?s chest wall made her cry out. A?ishah?s face was almost touching her close enough for her hot breath to enter Steph?s mouth and nostrils. .

?Feel my tits? firmness, bitch!? A?ishah snarled into her face, her teeth clenched. ?Stronger than yours, - yes?? she said.

?NO!!!? Steph yelled as her hair was pulled. ?My tits will pulp yours any time!? she remonstrated.

?What did you say?? A?ishah said angrily. Suddenly relieving the pressure against Stephanie?s right breast she inserted her left hand between them and grabbing her nipple she began to squeeze it and twist it until Steph screamed.

?Well it is a pity there is no time for us to Titfight, because I?d show you white trash that you are inferior!!!? A?ishah said above Steph?s screams.
?Grab her arms!? she commanded Jaeda.

Jaeda obliged and sliding her hands under Steph?s arm pits secured Steph by her shoulders, her bosom pinning Steph?s arms behind her back.

Stephanie stood completely exposed, her huge tits thrust forwards.

?Perfect!? was all A?ishah said then swung her right fist into the centre of Stephanie?s left areola.

Steph yelled out in pain and her knees buckled.

?Not feeling so tough now, are you!?? A?ishah snarled, then ploughed her left fist into Steph?s unfortunate right areola.

Steph yelled out in pain again and slumped in Jaeda?s strong grip, but she was standing straight again as A?ishah swung a right hook to the outside of Steph?s left breast, the dull ?SMACK!? denting it and knocking the solid, heavy orb flying to the right, followed up quickly by a left hook to her right breast, crushing it before it sprang back into shape. Then a powerful uppercut with each of A?ishah?s fists to the undersides of each of Steph?s heavy boobs of solid flesh had Stephanie grunting heavily in pain as each huge heavy mammary gland was knocked flying upwards.

The reddened orbs throbbed as the bruises began to appear. Steph?s pummelled and bruised breasts settled on her chest once more, her swollen areolas pushing out her nipples still further.

?No!? A?ishah gasped as she saw Steph?s proud nipples regaining their rigidity. ?These things still offend me!? she said. Guessing what might be coming next Stephanie struggled to try to pull her arms free from Jaeda?s grip.

?This will make you give in,? A?ishah snarled through clenched teeth and reached out to grab both of Steph?s erect nipples between fingers and thumbs and began to pull and twist her nipples round and round, yank them fiercely in one direction then another as though trying to pull them off, then stretching them out until it looked as though the strong tissues would snap. Steph tried not to scream but this only resulted in A?ishah taking one squeezed nipple between her teeth and gnawing it to the point of bleeding. NOW Steph yelled out. She reeled at the pain then A?ishah invited Ba?s to bite her other nipple. Rather than just bite it Ba?s chewed on it, then stretched it out between her sharp teeth as far as it would go before it snapped back. Then Ba?s took the whole structure into her mouth, areola and all, then bit and chewed on it before suckling fiercely taking the whole abused nipple back into her throat as she sucked it raw. No milk came out because Steph was not lactating, but colourless lymph fluid was drawn off. When Steph?s nipple was returned to her it looked as though it had been through a grinder. Her nipples began to shrink, but the abrasions wept and bled. Poor Steph felt ready to collapse, then Ba?s said

?The bitch has not had enough. Here?s something to remember me by,? she said, then swung her right fist smack into Steph?s vagina.

?AAAAGGGHH!!? Steph yelled and would have collapsed if Jaeda was not holding her up. Then Ba?s pushed her hand under Steph?s thong and began to massage her clitoris with a finger until Steph was on the point of orgasm,

?Like that, do you?? Ba?s said, then worked her fingers into her vagina, two at first, then all four before finally gripping and twisting her labia. Steph screamed as she felt Ba?s sharp finger nails tear at her flesh as she tore her hand out, her nails lacerating her labia, then as Ba?s pulled her hand away soaked in Steph?s vaginal juices and blood she ripped out a generous handful of pubic hair. Steph screamed again and this time Jaeda pushed her forwards so that she fell to the floor.

?All that pain will make you lose tomorrow!? A?ishah insisted, almost demanding Steph to lose.

Normally Stephanie might oblige and go with the plan, but she was stubborn and her staunch British code of fairness compelled her to fight against these bullies.

The women left the now darkened Harem lounge as they made their way to bed. Stephanie lay in a foetal position for at least half an hour until the pains in her gut, groin and boobs began to dissipate, then she made her way slowly, painfully to the guest room.

Alone in her room Stephanie felt in one sense flattered that her boobs were considered almost too big to take on and in another sense, insulted and definitely insulted that they had been attacked by Aadil?s cowardly wives who dare not take her on in a fair fight! She was still angry that she did not choose to be here, - she was abducted, kidnapped to order to be an ?order bride? for a kinky Tuareg blue man! She knew from reading the history of these people that kidnapped brides were required to dance, the one who did the sexiest dance would marry the Sultan. This is where the stories of the exotic tribal belly dancers and dances like the Dance of the Seven Veils had come from, but modern fetish fashion had taken over; now, not only were brides expected to do sexy dances but they would also fight for the pleasure of their ?lords and masters,? it was human Cock Fighting. Women were cheaper than game birds and less valuable! Aadil was a fixated fan of big boobs, especially lactating big boobs, so he wanted to see such women either target each other?s breasts or fight with just their breasts in a Titfight!

This fight would be ?special? for Aadil?s eyes only. They were to fight completely naked from the outset so that clothes would not be a distraction. Aadil wanted a direct breast to breast fight. Whether this was to be against Ra?isa or Zaafira she did not know, or perhaps even one after the other. In a few hours she would soon find out. But as a prelude to that, two of the women would be ?conditioned? in the harem room and they would fight each other in order to be aware of each other?s weaknesses. Stephanie did not like the sound of that, especially if this match was to be tit to tit. Considering the brutal mauling which those bitches A?ishah and Ba?s had inflicted on her nipples Stephanie felt that she had already been softened up (sorry - ?conditioned?).

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CHAPTER III

Unbeknown to Stephanie, she had been drugged with sleeping pills before Aadil?s wives beat her up, this made her less resistant. Stephanie was confused when she awoke from her drugged dreams with one hell of a headache, stomach cramps and the desire to vomit. She thought she was dreaming as she looked around at the strange room with its exotic wall hangings and luxurious bedding. The clamour and yelling of children hurt her ears and rattled her headache all the more. ?What kind of hotel is this?? she thought, then realized she was still wearing her white silk night negligee, no bra and her white thong covered in her own blood. Through the pain and fog in her head she began to remember why her vagina and nipples hurt so much. She could hardly move but as she moved she felt the bruises and lacerations to her breasts throbbing. She was sweating as the heat of the morning began to permeate the room.

When Stephanie awoke that morning she was aware that there was an air of festival in the air, then she realised that she would be the main event. A stomach full of butterflies told her that this was no ordinary event, but she had been told that this was a female only affair with other clan members invited to watch her and Aadil?s first wife fight to the finish. There was a huge, airy, cool annexe to the main house which housed Aadil?s Harem and the village meeting of the women would be in there.

She knew that the average temperature was 34C (93F) in October in Mali, and it could rise higher. She decided to get up and take a shower and see if her hosts/captors would feed her.

As soon as Stephanie was up and about she was informed that she would be Titfighting against Aadil?s champion, Ra?isa as Zaafira was not fully recovered from the long hard vicious fight with Ra?isa.

The 38L cup (56 inch) tits of Ra?isa?s battled the 38M cup (57 inch) tits of Zaafira, her 17 inch long boobs battering Zaafira?s 19 inch pendulous boobs like fleshy clubs battering all of the milk and engorged firmness out of them and won in front of Aadil. She then consented to marry him and he showered great gifts onto his new champion. He lost no time in getting her pregnant so by the time Ra?isa met Stephanie, also with 56 inch breasts, each a full 18 inches long, her breasts were already beginning to adapt to her pregnancy and were expanding in size. In truth, her bra was now far too small and she suspected that her tits were now M cups.



Twenty year old Ra?isa had been feeling ill during her 8 weeks of pregnancy and she had been having some morning sickness. Since Aadil had raised her in the pecking order above Zaafira she was not sure she wanted the responsibility of a breast fight with the English woman her husband had decided to take as an exotic wife. Her breasts had been growing considerably, so much so she needed a new bra a size to support her increasingly heavier baby feeders. Her breasts had become much more tender and sore after 5 weeks, but now the soreness was much less. She confided in Zaafira about this, but Zaafira had a solution, the steroid cream she used to deaden any soreness and feelings of tenderness. Ra?isa noticed that when Jaeda accidentally hit them when they were play wrestling she felt virtually nothing. Perhaps she was worrying unnecessarily. To be on the safe side she had approached Jaeda, with her 36KK cup boobs (52?bust), but Jaeda argued that her breasts were not big enough to take on Stephanie?s heavy hangers; ?It would have to be either Zaafira or Ra?isa.? Jaeda argued,
?and as Zaafira was still recovering from her earlier fight with Ra?isa it was only right that Ra?isa should challenge and defeat the English slut!?

Some day-clothes had been put aside for Stephanie, a colourful wraparound skirt, a well fitting white Buba (blouse), which she thought must have been one of Zaafira?s as she was probably the only wife of Aadil?s which came close to her breast size. The women?s white long sleeved cotton bubas were virtually pornographic. They were so well tailored that they fit and defined a big women?s huge breasts perfectly and even allowed space for inch long nipples to fit into and they showed very prominently through it. The fit was such that it almost supported Stephanie?s heavy breasts without the need for a bra. She liked this feeling of liberation from strong bras. There was also a long floral decorated Thobe (dress), generously cut across the chest to lay across a pair of large breasts, mostly obscuring them while showing a good few inches of cleavage. It could be worn voluminously, like a Kaftan, or belted around the waist, which would emphasise any woman?s hour glass shape. Like Zaafira and Ra?isa, Stephanie had an extreme hour glass figure with her LL cup boobs, slim waist and broad hips. Aadil certainly had a consistent taste in shapely women!

This was a women only event which men of the tribe were not privileged to see. The women spent most of their leisure time in the Annex or Harem building. The plain ochre coloured stucco walls provided a cool back rest for those who remained seated on the sumptuous coloured cushions which were arranged around three walls, excepting the wall with the doorway to the walled enclosure outside used for growing vegetables for the family, the raised vegetable plots in the middle encircled by the single pale earth track.



A green, red and blue exquisitely patterned long skirt, or Iro, with a loose fitting white Buba really showed off Ra?isa?s figure and womanly breasts as she gyrated in the dance alongside the other dozen or so women of the tribe including Aadil?s other wives who were all colourfully dressed in vibrant floral patterned Iro?s and matching bubas, except for Ra?isa?s and Stephanie who, as those who were marked out to fight, were wearing contrasting white bubas so that everyone would know who they are over their long floral dresses.

Stephanie laughed when she heard the blouses are called bubas (pronounced boo-bah) and joked ?I suppose Ra?isa and I both have to wear big bubas to cover our big boobies!? The joke fell flat. The women?s white long sleeved bubas were virtually pornographic. They were so well tailored that they fit and defined both women?s huge breasts perfectly; Zaafira had made them herself and Ra?isa?s was quite low cut so it actually showed a lot of cleavage, which was fine as long as she kept it covered in public or in the sight of any man who was not her husband. Stephanie had to borrow an old Buba of Zaafira?s and it was virtually the first garment she has worn which was a bit roomy and left plenty of space for her broad areolas and inch long nipples to fit into and they showed very prominently through it. All of the women competed in the dance with sexy wiggling and swaying of their ass

After the soreness left by Zaafira?s balcony bra Ra?isa?s now favoured her own robust full-cup nursing bra with fully supportive soft under-wired cups which lifted and separated both breasts so that they stuck out straight in front of her like twin torpedo?s. These bras also had Velcro fastening flaps which could be opened to let their tits out, yet still be supported. She ensured that Steph was wearing one of her spare bras

Four women were seated playing traditional Tuareg instruments, the moncord violin anzad played often during night parties and a small tambour covered with goatskin called tende, performed during camel and horse races, and other festivities. Traditional songs Asak and Tisiway are being sung by two very accomplished women. The hypnotic sound swept over Stephanie and seemed to permeate her being, the other dancers were similarly affected and the music had the effect of a narcotic drug, wiggling their asses and bumping them together harder and harder as though trying to knock each other over. Then some began thumping their breasts together. There was much noise and laughter as some of the women and girls were indeed knocked over, then they began taking to their seats on the floor cushions around the walls leaving just the busty pair of fighters gyrating in the middle of the floor.

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CHAPTER IV

Stephanie could see that this was some kind of dancing competition, a bit like musical chairs, but with parts of the body instead of chairs and when a woman was knocked over she had lost the fight and the Victress moved on to the next rival. The music played more frenetically and this seemed to mesmerise Ra?isa as she pushed her 57 inch bust out to its full extent, her soft tits surmounting the mountainous range of her rounded breasts, her engorged areolas mounding up and thrusting out her long thick nipples almost forcing them through her bra and white top. Stephanie instinctively thrust her own 56 inch chest out and was surprised to find that her nipples were already so hard they ached, as did the rest of her breasts. Her engorged areolas throbbed and tingled in anticipation of the titfight.

Stephanie felt that this was unreal as the beautiful dusky Ra?isa gyrated closer, stooping a bow before retreating a few steps, then stepping in with her dance steps again, indicating for Stephanie to do the same. It was like Russian roulette with their breasts as the women straightened up as they approached each other forcing their breasts, held out prominently in their bras, to clash. There was a shoulder twist each time so that each breast in turn targeted one of the opponent?s breasts. This breast boxing was bad tempered from the start. Both women glared daggers at each other as these breast clashes became increasingly vehement and Stephanie wondered when this breast bumping would become a real breast fight.

Having had big tits since she was a girl, she had indulged in several versions of the pastime of Titfighting, so she was familiar with the idea. Breast bumping came fast now as the women who were to fight collided their huge prominent boobs over and over while the dancers gyrated in a colourful swirl around them sang the traditional songs of celebration. One by one the dancing women indulging is their ass fights were knocked over, each crawling away to a cushion beside the cool ochre wall. Stephanie was made giddy by all this, made considerably worse as she was obliged to turn on a circle so that her breasts continued to face Ra?isa?s.

Stephanie knew that she was probably in for the fight of her life against this woman her size and weight and eight years younger. She was also aware that she probably wouldn't get through it without absorbing a lot of hurt. Ra?isa was confident that the eight year difference in their ages would give her the edge. In fact, all her talk had been about how she would rip out Steph?s hair and shred her cow tits, which tipped her off to the fact that her experience was probably only "girlie" type catfights, and maybe not in down and dirty all out titfights of the kind which Steph had occasionally found herself in with busty jealous rivals.

Honestly, some of the girls she had faced in women?s toilets on a boozy Friday or Saturday night didn?t even have real boobs. Even though some silicone or saline implants were unnaturally firm, or even hard to bump into, they were not as resilient as real breasts and Steph had burst at least one poor girl?s implants! She was also aware by now that Ra?isa was 8 weeks pregnant, so she knew that Ra?isa?s tits would most likely be extremely sensitive and considered that she would have neither the will nor the stamina for a fight, so she assumed that she would beat Ra?isa easily. However, what Steph did not know was that not only had Ra?isa passed the sensitive stage but she was also using Zaafira?s steroid pain killers which rendered the most sensitive parts her tits almost insensitive. But, Ra?isa?s tits had swelled to the shape of torpedoes and, even without her supportive bra, stuck out a long way in front of her. Steph decided to treat them like the firm implants she had faced in London?s clubs.

Steph looked her in the eye as they continued to circle, breasts to breasts, looking for an opening. As she expected, Ra?isa moved first, lunging from Steph?s left with a stinging slap to her face with her right and burying her left hand in her hair.

Steph rammed Ra?isa?s torpedo tits with her own and the full-on clash made them both scream. Steph bounced backwards, but with Ra?isa hanging onto her hair, not very far! Their breasts pulled across each other from right to left, pulling them and distorting them. Steph grabbed Ra?isa?s long hair with her left hand and their boobs tore at each other again. They twisted their torsos, grinding their swelling tits hard as they did so.

As if the women?s extremely heavy extra large breasts were not enough to stress their Bubas bursting seams, their hefty breasts rubbing back and forth were proving too much for their cotton Bubas as the ripping seams and bursting button stitches proved. The ripped garments flapped loose as their bra clad breasts became fully exposed.

?Soutiens-gorge au loin! Soutiens-gorge au loin! (Bras off! Bras off! ......)? the excited women chanted.

?Obtenez-lui les m?sanges dehors! (Get her tits out!)? they shouted.

?D?chirez son soutien-gorge au loin! (Rip her bra off)? one of Aadil?s wives shouted to Ra?isa. Ra?isa obliged and, with her free hand, began to rip the remains of Stephanie?s Buba off her. Ra?isa?s pulling was enough to swing Steph around the room.

Steph was not going to stand for being swung around the room by her hair and ripped blouse and began ripping Ra?isa?s Buba off. The sweat sodden garments were swiftly flung to the floor, then Ra?isa set about pulling at Stephanie?s nursing bra. A cup flap was ripped from its Velcro fastenings followed by Steph?s huge tit oozing through the aperture. Steph placed a breast claw over each of Ra?isa?s tits and began to squeeze the bra clad monsters. Ra?isa yelled out as Steph?s fingers sank into her flesh. Ra?isa modified her bra ripping technique on Steph?s bra and grasping each breast underneath she forced them upwards towards Steph?s face. Stephanie?s arms were at full stretch when she was forced to relinquish her double breast claw on Ra?isa?s tits as she was pushed backwards by her huge tits. The women sitting on the floor behind her began to move out of the way. Seconds later Steph?s breasts tumbled from beneath her hefty bra and Ra?isa lost no time in treating them as punch bags.

Steph gasped in pain as her long boobs were sent flying upwards, but she reciprocated by punching at Ra?isa?s bra covered boobs. Ra?isa?s bra had been bursting its seams for the last few minutes, and now the extra stress forced the seams to rip open and Ra?isa?s massively adipose breast flesh oozed through the rips. Encouraged, Steph tore at Ra?isa?s bra cups until finally the garment swung free. It was not the only thing to swing, Ra?isa?s long torpedo boobs swung as they were liberated. Steph took a couple of steps backwards and pulled her torn bra over her head. Her firm beasts settled on her chest, her engorged areolas shone with sweat and her strong nipples pointed stolidly forwards. Some of the women in the audience gasped at the site. Steph tossed her sweat soaked yellow blonde hair and renewed her attack on her enemy.

Still resenting her breasts being punched Steph grabbed Ra?isa?s hair in her left hand and got in a few good punches to Ra?isa?s tits with her right while Ra?isa raked her left tit with her nails drawing some blood. Before Steph?s punches had any obvious effect, Ra?isa slammed Stephanie?s back against the wall and gripping her throat with her right hand grabbed her hair with her left and yanked her head down between them with the intention of kneeing her in the face. Steph?s 18? long tits swung heavily as Ra?isa pushed Steph?s own nose between her own breasts. But Steph managed to grab Ra?isa?s hair as Ra?isa pounded her broad back with her free fist. Stephanie?s long breasts hung from her chest and swung violently back and forth, her ribs resounding from Ra?isa?s attack. All that Steph could do was to grapple her around the waist and throw her to the floor with Steph winding up on top, a few strands of her hair were ripped from her head and still in Ra?isa?s hand.

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CHAPTER V

The women grappled until Ra?isa prevailed and flung herself on top of Steph only to be met with her defensive knees pounding her chest which flattened and bruised Ra?isa?s tits horribly. Her breasts contorted and twisted as she squirmed between Steph?s powerful thighs to get at her breasts which had flopped out sideways on her chest. She got through and Steph grabbed her hands to prevent her from mauling her tits again. Grappling hand to hand Steph forced Ra?isa backwards and onto her knees. Still gripping Ra?isa?s hands Steph came to her knees and slammed her substantial breasts against Ra?isa?s. The clash of sweaty chests was audible, as was the combined grunt of both women. The women?s breasts continued to fight as the women wrestled each other?s hands. Ra?isa broke their grip and used her elbows against Steph?s chest in an effort to push her away. Steph put a stop to this painful bony attack by pulling Ra?isa into a harsh bear hug.

The women?s breasts moulded and compressed together, their hard nipples probing deeply into one another?s sore areolas. They purposefully ground their tits together to test them, their strength, integrity and firmness. They twisted their torsos to maximise grinding, their nipples finding lumpy nodules of milk glands and sinuses. Ra?isa had the most to lose as her breasts were burgeoning with pregnancy and her swelling milk glands were crushed beyond bearing. She wrestled Steph to roll her onto her side on the floor.

As their bear hug broke apart Steph got behind Raisa and getting her waist in a crushing scissors hold pulled her head back by her hair with her right hand. As Ra?isa was still gasping from this Steph reached forwards with her left arm to grab Ra?isa?s left areola and pulling it hard towards herself tore Ra?isa?s whole breast over her shoulder. Her areola crushed in Stephanie?s strong grip, but it wasn?t the only thing to be pulled. Steph?s yanking Ra?isa?s tit backwards also tore her Cooper?s ligament, the powerful connective ligament which binds the breasts to the chest wall. The whole web of connective tissue ruptured between the breast and the pectoral muscle which caused Ra?isa tremendous pain. She screamed as the whole ligament network bruised and swelled up as it literally tore.

Ra?isa screamed and pleaded with Stephanie to let go. Steph realised how badly injured Ra?isa was. Steph had almost literally ripped one of Ra?isa?s breasts off! As Steph stood up and moved aside, Ra?isa rolled onto her side gasping and sobbing and caressing her ruined breast. The other women in the harem room glared at Stephanie with hate and shouted abuse at her as Ra?isa was carried out of the room.

?Now what?? Stephanie thought as she worried about being lynched by the angry women. ......

Jaeda, with her 36KK cup boobs (52?breasts), was the natural choice of the remaining wives. She was the only one currently left with boobs to match Stephanie?s. She had stripped of her clothes a few minutes earlier as Ra?isa was carried out and now she stepped forwards to Stephanie and slapped her hard across the face. Stephanie?s head spun to the side from the stinging force of the blow

Jaeda jumped forwards and buried her hands in Steph?s hair. ?Here we go again!? Steph thought as she got in a few good punches to her tits and guts. This made Jaeda let go of her hair, but now the 36KK wonder raked Stephanie?s left tit with her nails, then scarred the other one with a series of scratches which looked as though a Puma had attacked her. Steph reeled at the pain but threw punch after punch to Jaeda?s tits, guts and ribs. Jaeda tried to yank Steph?s head down in an effort to throw her to the floor but Steph took this golden opportunity to headbut her in the gut, which resulted in both women crashing to the floor where Stephanie grabbed Jaeda?s left tit by her areola and nipple. ?That?s for last night!? Stephanie shouted as Jaeda screamed.

Stephanie?s grip began to slip on the sweaty breast and the audience clustered around the walls cheered wildly as Jaeda broke away from Stephanie?s tit tearing grip and, despite her injury began to fight like a wild animal. Stephanie defended herself and both women fought like animals scratching, biting, slapping and punching each other?s breasts and faces.

Eventually Jaeda grabbed both of Steph?s boobs and loudly threatened to rip them off. As her fingers sank deeply in it almost felt like that was exactly what she was doing! The pain was in incredible but Stephanie continued to rain punches into Jaeda?s sides, ribs and tits, and after a few more desperate punches Steph grabbed Jaeda?s hair and began to drag her across the room by it. As they rolled and tumbled into the crowd Steph began to bang Jaeda?s head on the floor to try to finish this bloody fight quickly. Stephanie pulled away, to the jeers of the crowd, and standing up, kicked Jaeda in the ribs. Jaeda rolled toward the back of the crowd for protection, but Steph?s fury was now raised and she was not going to let this woman who had held her while other?s beat her, get away with it.

Jaeda got painfully to her feet by the stucco wall nursing her injured black and blue breast with an arm. Stephanie immediately tried for a crotch kick, but missed her cunt, the satisfying ?SPLAT!? leaving a nasty bruise on her inner thigh. Jaeda was angry enough to charge like a wild animal and sank her nails into both of Stephanie?s voluptuous tits while Steph grasped Jaeda?s tits by her areolas and nipples. It was a horribly painful match and the two women stood staring with hate into each others' eyes daring each other to do her worst as they pushed and pulled each other to the centre of the room. The pain as Jaeda twisted and scratched Steph?s previously injured nipples, areolas and breasts was excruciating, but Steph returned the torture. But in agony, Steph couldn't take the tit attack any longer and dug her hands deeply into Jaeda?s big fat KK cup boobs and twisted for all she was worth. As their claws pulped and twisted each other?s areolas their screams were ear-splitting. As the two women tried to rip each other?s tits off the women were almost passing out, but they eventually let go and backed off at the same time. Steph could see that Jaeda was quite so keen to bring on another attack to the ?big titted English whore? she had bragged about beating easily, but having fought two women in quick succession Steph wasn't in very good shape!

Jaeda was wary of Stephanie now and avoiding getting her tits mauled again she launched herself to go on the attack and tried for a choke. Steph managed force her arms down before she got a firm grip and put her into a bear hug. Jaeda groaned as her injured breast was caught between them, but before Stephanie could do much damage, Jaeda aimed a knee to Steph?s crotch that just missed her pussy but threw her off balance enough to bring both of them to the floor in a scratching, screaming fighting heap.

The women grappled on the floor rolling over and over with first one woman, then the other on top and again Jaeda went for pain and squeezed Steph?s tits to pulp while Steph kept up her tit punching which was causing Jaeda agony and weakening her. Rolling around as they were, their hands and fists flailed as they attacked each other?s breasts. Now adapting to open hand fighting, Jaeda was scoring big with her nails, ripping into Steph?s breasts until they were a mass of blood. Now she yanked Steph?s hair to control her movements while she tried for a cunt claw. Steph yelled as her whole mound was pulped between Jaeda?s nails, puncturing the flesh and scratching it to shreds. As Steph fought to break away, a massive handful of her cunt hair was yanked out, but she managed to break away. The women called each other every name in the book as they dragged themselves to their feet.

As the women circled again, their big sweaty, bloody boobs swinging heavily, Jaeda gathered the energy for one more charge but Steph was able to trip her before she could get a grip on her and took her down to the floor, where the women landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Their massive boobs wrinkled and twisted as they fought until Jaeda got herself into a position to try more tit scratching while Steph took the pain and continued to pound her boobs, ribs and back with her fists, elbows and knees. Jaeda tore some nasty bloody scratches on Steph?s back and yanked a bit more hair out of her head.

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CHAPTER VI

The battling women rolled apart and struggled to their feet. Jaeda charged yet again, but Steph quickly sidestepped and got her in a reverse headlock. Jaeda reached around and clawed at Steph?s back, scratching it to pieces. Steph decided to end this and spun her around the room by her neck and her hair and hurled her at the opposite wall head first. Jaeda?s head slammed against it scalp first with considerable force and she slid down it on her face to the floor.

In that stunned way which insensible people act Jaeda tried to get up, but she was all-in. Her head was bleeding badly from her scalp and cascaded down her face while her pretty face was a mess where she had grazed it on the rough wall. Her nose had burst and blood from it covered her chest and heaving breasts. Those body blows to her heavily bruised tits, and ribs had taken their toll but she was still determined to destroy this yellow haired Amazon. After two tries to get up, she flew at Stephanie?s neck with both hands, intent on throttling her. At first Steph could not get away from this as she was pushed backwards across the floor until her back slammed hard against the opposite wall.

As Jaeda began to consolidate her grip Stephanie quickly remembered her self-defence classes which had stood her in so much good stead in London, and dropping her knees, slammed her right elbow down on Jaeda?s arms almost breaking her joints, then slammed her right fist in a hammer blow to her right temple.

Jaeda fell to the floor on her knees in front of Stephanie stunned beyond reason, then Stephanie delivered a swift high kick to her temple felling her completely. The girl fell forwards onto her face and tits, crushing the bloodied mammaries. The crowd wailed and lamented their champion as her bloodied tits spread and splayed out on the floor while Stephanie, sweating heavily, her bloodied bosoms heaving mightily as she tried to breathe in the hot fetid air, stood like a victorious gladiator. It had been a hell of a fight with two women and she was bleeding from dozens of nasty scratches to her breasts and the rest of her body was covered in bruises. If it wasn?t for the barely conscious Jaeda on the floor anyone would think that Stephanie had lost judging by the way she looked.

The assembled relatives of Aadil?s wives did not take it well and jeered and booed at Steph as their champion lay beaten on the floor. Jaeda was well and truly beaten; her face and nose were smashed, grazed, scratched and bleeding badly, while her left breast hung 4 inches lower than it should and was swollen to twice its normal size with the massive bruising of torn tissues.

Stephanie would not be fighting Ra?isa or Jaeda for the following days match in front of Aadil as both women were too badly injured and Ba?s was pregnant. Zaafira, who had been sitting amongst the now fallen wives and their relatives, suddenly realised that this was her opportunity to exonerate herself in the eyes of her husband and watching the broken body of her sworn enemy dragged out of the harem, then that of Jaeda, she swaggered over to Stephanie and fixing her with her curiously pale eyes said vehemently ?Ra'isa ?tait l'apprenti, mais demain vous serez rev?tement je, la ma?tresse, qui vous battra appartement !? (?Ra'isa was the apprentice, but tomorrow you will be facing me, the mistress, who will beat you flat!?)

Stephanie looked this magnificently busty woman up and down. Clothed in a light flowing thobe (one piece ankle long dress) belted tightly at the waist her massive bust was thrust out for Stephanie to inspect and to intimidate her with. Stephanie instinctively inflated her chest; thrusting her blood smeared breasts out as far as they would go and looked contemptuously at Zaafira?s bare breasts mounded either side of her long cleavage. She studied every pimple, every blemish, every old injury at length. With these massive busts pushed out in front of them there was barely any room in this small harem to move.

?Our breasts will fight tomorrow in front of Aadil.? Zaafira said. ?And I WILL beat you!? she added vehemently.

?Bring it on you fat cow!? Stephanie said, aware of the lactating status of Zaafira.
?I?ll milk those ugly bags of yours dry!? she snarled.

?You won?t; because I?ll rip your tits right off your chest!? Zaafira snapped. Then she slapped Stephanie?s face and stalked off.

?Oh my God! Why does everyone keep slapping my face?? she moaned as people began to leave this oven hot room. Steph was glad that Aadil had no more wives than just these five, because she was exhausted! Sweat and blood trickled to the floor in equal measure and Steph decided to head for the showers.

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The following morning Stephanie awoke to not only the pain in her injured body from the fighting yesterday but to the news of another arrival of a foreigner exciting Aadil?s wives. ?Another European,? Ba?s said as she watched from the window. ?It?s a big blonde woman wearing a wrapper around her hips and a Buba.? she said. ?Holy Allah! Her tits are enormous!!!? Ba?s said in amazement as the woman turned. Steph understood enough of Ba?s French to take this in.

?Let me see,? she said, standing up and walking towards the window.

The woman?s head scarf blew off in the stiff, warm breeze which was blowing, her long blonde hair swept and rippled in the wind. ?It looks like Frida,? she said. ?None of you girls should tangle with her, she?s tough. I saw her kill a man with her bare hands!?

Jaeda shrugged. ?Ha! If she wants to breast fight me, she?ll lose!? she asserted and cupped her KK cup boobs as if to reinforce her authority.

?I don?t think you understand. She?s a body builder and stronger than most of us!? Stephanie felt compelled to say.

Smirking at Jaeda, whom she had beaten easily the day before, she said: ?She thinks with her fists!?

Jaeda looked her up and down slowly: ?So? We?ll tie her hands behind her back and my tits will pulp hers in a fair tit fight!? the bombastic Jaeda said.

?She?s blonde, and you?re blonde,? A?ishah said, looking straight at Stephanie. ?Aadil wants a blonde wife. I think he will make the two of you fight so that he can choose!? she said.

Steph felt a sudden surge of adrenaline flood through her, she took a long slow breath to calm herself. She adjusted her flowing white negligee, which Aadil strongly approved of. He said it was like a flimsy version of a traditional boubou or kaftan, as it is also known. She wore it now without a bra, in fact Aadil had disallowed all of his wives to wear bras and told them to put them away. Although their huge breasts really filled out their Bubas (blouses), Jaeda and A?ishah stole many envious glances at Steph?s nipples stressing the translucent white negligee. Both had wanted to take this blonde bitch on breast to breast to prove to Aadil that they were still better than any white woman, but they failed. But now they were pleased that Stephanie would probably have to fight this powerful German cow to the death!

Aadil often regarded the women which he was content to discard as Cock birds. It had been many years since Aadil had held a death match. The last one was between two black slave Saharawi prostitutes. One killed the other but was too badly injured herself and died that night; Their deaths were blamed on the local Militias. His intent for these two big blondes was becoming clear.

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