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    Post The Brides of the Sahara Part Four

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    Rival Brides of the Sahara
    Part four
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    CHAPTER I

    Stephanie and Frida were locked into Steph?s room. Both women were ambivalent, on the one hand they knew they were to fight each other, but on the other hand they were keen to escape their captivity. Each woman sized up her rival. Frida scanned Stephanie?s breasts beneath her loose Buba, the plump roundness of them showing strongly, and firm body and worried if, in spite all of her body building, and Stephanie might just have the edge. Apart from which she worried that her prominent breasts might not take a battle.

    Stephanie had trouble telling if Frida had silicone implants or not. Since Stephanie had last seen her several weeks ago at Goulimine Market in Morocco, her breasts seemed to be more pert and full. She looked at her suspiciously. As it turns out, Frida could honestly say no, she did not have silicone implants! She actually had contoured string implants which have a tear-drop shape to mimic the anatomical shape of the breasts. This type of breast implant was popular among adult entertainers. This sums up Frida as she became a popular entertainer - muscle woman / stripper in Germany in the early 2000?s to the present day. So her talk of being a body builder is only half the story.

    Stephanie soon worked out that this was probably Polypropylene string implants and felt that she was in familiar territory because she had numerous Titfights in London with women with silicone or saline implants and though these breasts were exceptionally firm she eventually beat them. At least one girl had an implant burst by Stephanie. However, these polypropylene string breast implants are different. Contrary to what you might read on Wikipedia, the string does not absorb the serum or fluid, it is not adsorbent. The fluid just collects around the string in the pocket, which isn't a bad thing as it lubricates and cushions the string and the size of the breast increases, continually. Because of this side effect, string implants were only available in the USA for a very short time before being pulled off the shelves by the FDA several years ago, but no such thing ever happened in Europe.

    Reports are that the breast looks and feels like a normal breast, probably due to the fact that the weight is less than a conventional silicone implant, and the "cushion" of the natural breast tissue disguises the implant which lies over the pectoral muscle. So this is why Stephanie was fooled for so long. But now she worried. ?Was this Polypropylene string tougher than natural breast tissues??
    In all probability - yes! Steph was probably staring defeat in the face. But on the other hand Frida?s natural breast tissue would be pushed outwards making it more sensitive and vulnerable to injury. If Frida was ever to have children she would still be able to breast feed them if she wanted to because all of the natural breast structures lay over the implants.

    But back to the business in hand, as she looked Frida up and down, noticing the way her shapely hips swelled out her brightly coloured Iro or wrap around skirt and fantasized on ripping it off her. Steph was determined that a muscle bound dyke was not going to beat her! Meanwhile Frida was admiring Stephanie?s breasts and body in a way only a woman can.

    BREASTS: Polyethylene String Breast Implants

    Their musings ended suddenly when a swarthy fully turbaned aid of Aadil?s came to haul Stephanie out to face Zaafira in a private Titfight in front of Aadil and his cronies. Or so she thought. So it was a surprise to her when Frida was hauled out next. She shook her blonde mane as she stood in front of Aadil seated on his sumptuous throne-like sofa.

    Aadil commanded the women to take off their outer clothing. ?The problem is,? Aadil said, ?I have two blondes but I need only one for a wife, so I have decided that you will both fight now and the winner will fight my first wife Zaafira immediately after!? Both busty blonde?s heads turned to the door as the massive breasted but elegant Zaafira floated into the room in her long maroon thobe belted at the waist, a long dark green hooded cloak adorning her shoulders. Steph?s and Frida?s eyes were distracted towards the woman?s prominent bosoms tipped with long cow teat thick nipples trying to punch their way through the material of her dress. Her fully displayed cleavage was fantastic! The front of the dark maroon dress sparkled like velvet, then Steph realised that liquid oozing through the material was responsible for the shimmering effect. Both women felt almost inadequate in the sight of this, this goddess!

    After removing all their clothes, apart from the thongs which Aadil had ordered them to wear, both Steph and Frida faced each other, looking one another?s bodies up and down, assessing them like meat. The only meat which Frida was keen to handle were Stephanie?s huge breasts, still remarkably self supporting on her well developed rib cage. Frida puffed her boobs out as far as they would go, her modest areolas supporting incredibly swollen and surprisingly long nipples. Her sculpted muscular body shone with the film of sweat glistening on her skin, her well developed muscles rippled as she moved, the sinews sliding under her sleek skin. Her breasts though remained her most remarkable feature. They were big and firm and perched very pertly on her chest, her blue veins showing prominently like blue marble; in fact they were very, very beautiful, her plump areolas perching on top of her firm orbs like mini volcanoes topped with long thick dark pink nipples. Aadil gazed lasciviously, longingly at their prominent breasts partially curtained by their gloriously long blonde hair. He could barely contain his rising excitement. Just then, his aide entered the room with leather ties to tie the women?s hands behind their backs with. ?Unlike the brawls which the women in the harem like to see, I don?t want you to brawl. I want you to test each other?s tits to destruction. Then the winner will fight my dear Zaafira.? Aadil said.

    First Frida?s wrists were bound tightly, almost tight enough to cut off her blood supply, then Stephanie?s wrists were bound in the same way.

    ?You will now fight,? Aadil said. ?No one will interfere, no one will stop you, but you will fight until only one of you is left standing!? he said. ?BEGIN!? he ordered. The women began to silently circle, the only sound being their harsh breathing as their hearts beat fast, their huge breasts swaying as they moved.

    The trash talking began: ?It?s good that your hands are tied, I don?t want to be groped by a fucking dyke!? Stephanie said with some vehemence.

    ?You?re wrong. I?m not, as you say, ?a dyke.?? Frida said, ?I?m bisexual, I like to fuck men just as much as you do!? she said with passion. ?And Aadil will see me beat your fat tits to pulp!? she spat.

    ?Ha! That will be the day, - BITCH!!!? Stephanie said.

    As they closed in on each other they could see that their erect nipples were on the same level and as they got closer to touching Steph was secretly glad that Frida?s lethal hands and powerful arms were tied out of the way. Frida, on the other hand, was confident that her polypropylene string enhanced tits would cut through Steph?s tits like a polypropylene knife through butter.

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    CHAPTER II

    Frida?s muscular shoulders and arms shone with the sweat on them, while her powerful feline-like legs flexed and rippled as she half walked / half pounced around her prey. Back in Germany Frida had worked regularly at the sleazy WILD CATS Tabledance club at Bahnhofstr in Baumholder www.tabledance-baumholder.de where she could show her magnificent body to all the punters, including the American soldiers from the largest U.S garrison in Germany who were stationed there, and sexually satisfy any clients, male or female.

    This dancing and sex was exhilarating and always left her on a high wanting more. She worked through this crisis with aggression when she got home pumping the sexual lusts from her body with a rigorous weight-training workout. She was confident that she would destroy this English woman?s tits!!! After all, as a body builder she had been in demand amongst the fetish community and she had been paid to have several fights with other well-endowed female body builders while being videoed. There was even a brawl she had got into with an equally well-endowed woman at the club which ended with them winding up brawling in the lake near Am Weiherdamm behind the club and almost tearing each other?s tits off. There was lots of blood from their razor sharp finger nails, but that was all, -- on this occasion.

    Yes, Frida was dangerous, but Stephanie was about to discover a whole new world of violence.

    The two women threateningly stalked each other and having their wrists tied tightly behind their backs did not lend itself to allowing them perfect freedom to circle; rather, having their wrists so tightly bound, forced them to stand erect, their taut abdomen muscles drawn in and their chests pushed out. Sweat ran between their heaving breasts and down their almost naked bodies as they pursued each other face to face on the circle. Their faces came closer and closer to each other on the women?s terminal orbits, then Steph took everyone by surprise when she suddenly took a long stride forwards striking her right foot towards the fork of Frida?s legs and slammed her right breast centrally into Frida?s left tit, momentarily collapsing it in on itself before Steph?s heavy breast ripped across Frida?s chest wrenching her right breast painfully aside as the fat and ligaments stretched and pulled, then bounced as they resumed their shape. .

    Steph staggered and was still wildly off balance as Frida firmly reciprocated with a full-on two-breast SLAM against both of Stephanie?s tits. Both women yelled out with the slam! Steph felt her own firm tits crumple, searing pains ripping through her areolas as she was knocked backwards several steps, her breasts felt like they had been punched, indeed, bruises began to fade into view almost immediately. But Frida?s breasts, physically, proudly, perched on her well developed pectoral muscles took the pain of the assault too, more than she had expected in fact.

    The enhanced sensitivity of her breast tissues caused by her deep implants, was fast becoming a disadvantage and her tits stung as though they had been slapped, over and over and over with every single breast slam, jab or tit punch. The stimulation, however, had caused her areolas to swell up and her nipples to erect incredibly!!! Sweat and oil from her areolas dressed her tits, in anticipation of more combat. Steph looked at this daunting tour de force with trepidation, but appearances could be misleading. THIS was not going to stop this Wagnerian Aryan beauty coming at her again.

    Steph was hit with another tit numbing double breast ?SLAM!? which set her reeling, her tits sore and burning hot as the tissues swelled into puffy mounds. The women screamed as their swelling sweat soaked breast tissues slapped together more and more?with a loud hollow ?CLAPP!? Both women staggered backwards a couple of steps, then both launched themselves at each other simultaneously culminating in an almighty ?SLAPPP!!!!!!? as their tits smashed together, burying each other?s swollen boobs in the deep flesh before springing apart.

    ?Oww!!! Fuck! You German cow!? Steph shouted out at the pain as tears of pain and anger ran down her cheeks.

    ?A German cow is healthier than a fat English slut whore like you!? Frida robustly replied, tears streaming from her eyes just the same.

    ?What do you think those English Suet puddings can do against a real woman?s breasts?? she said sarcastically.

    Angry with this, Steph gathered all her strength and resolve and launched herself tits first at Frida. Frida walked rapidly backwards, her sore boobs bouncing and swaying as she did so, hopeful that Stephanie would overbalance.

    ?Real German whore you might be, but your tits damn well aren?t!? Stephanie spat. Suddenly she was close enough and Frida angrily swung her chest across Steph?s raking her breasts right across her chest.

    ?They are still stronger than yours!? she snapped as they ripped across the pliable organs, then rapidly back and forth for side to side their bruised, swelling sore tits battled.

    Back and forth for a full five minutes these increasingly firming breasts fought, their skin bruising, splitting and bleeding, their long, over stretched nipples red raw and burning with pain.

    Steph gasped at the searing, tearing feeling, then sobbed involuntarily at the intense soreness of her tits and stinging nipples. Both areolas were swollen, red raw and ready to burst, whilst her nipples were fully erect but resembled almost translucent TEATS they were so swollen, yellow/white lymph fluid dripped from her sore nipple tips, her swollen glands inside the areolas formed misshapen lumps so it almost looked like her areolas were stuffed with sharp pebbles; as far as Steph was concerned they might as well have been stuffed with sharp pebbles because the pain was devastating. Nevertheless, she reciprocated with a forceful swing of her torso resulting in an equally hard tit punch; this time, her torpedo tits raked across Frida?s sensitive areolas and dragged her erect nipples aside. Like Steph, her areolas were rubbed raw and bled profusely, and like Steph, her translucent nipples seeped a kind of emergency foremilk, tngd with blood as the feeder glands (sinuses) ruptured and bled.

    Although they bent uncomfortably, Frida?s hard nipples flicked back to the front, flicking the pink foaming fluid around, but one thing which she was not letting on about was her worry about her polypropylene string implants. Although she was confident they were more than tough enough to reduce Steph?s tits to jelly she was concerned about physical shocks to them, because while the implants would not change their status implanted as they are, soft tissue, injury could cause weeping of serum and even blood into the transplant pocket, this in turn would react with the implants and they would begin irritating the surrounding tissues. The result would be permanently growing breasts and she did not want this, but it looked like she was doomed for this to happen: Win or lose, her breasts would be injured and she risked growing monstrous orbs, prone to leaking lymph fluid! Stephanie knew this too and was determined, win or lose, to do Frida?s tits as much damage as she possibly could.

    Both women?s golden hair flew as they each twisted their torso at one another, their voices emitting loud shrieks and grunts as they did so. The sound Decibels in that enclosed space must have been in three figures! The proudly prominent torpedo-like breasts, punching each other left and right at astonishing speed amazed Aadil and Zaafira as their long breasts flew through the air at full stretch slapping and thudding into each other with tremendous force!

    The women staggered and shrieked as they knocked each other back and forth; they were too tired to speak, so the only sounds coming from them, apart from their sweaty breasts slapping together, were their grunts and gasps of desperation and pain. Zaafira literally licked her lips as she watched the sides of these women?s reddened breasts bulging, diminishing and changing shape as they battered each other to a pulpy, swollen mass, making them swell and bruise from the abuse. She imagined taking one of these blonde women?s breasts between both of her maternally gland enriched boobs and with her hands, pressing her own breasts around her victim?s big, but virginal tit until she had crushed it FLAT!!! But for now, she had to wait her turn, but she continued to plot how she would regain her special position by her husband?s side.

    Now Frida?s tactics began to change and she determined to use a breast fighting technique she had used before at the WILD CATS Tabledance club when she was involved in a tied hands Titfight. She closed in breast to breast on Stephanie, who had very little experience of titfighting. This English woman?s huge shelf-like juggs were ideal for this move. She dropped her shoulders and pushing her firm bosoms beneath Steph?s comfortable orbs she suddenly arched her back, flicking Steph?s boobs upwards to hit her own face.

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    CHAPTER III

    Steph tottered backwards, surprised at the power of this breast flip, then, swinging her heavy boobs from side to side closed in on Frida, but Frida flipped her again. Steph was so exhausted she barely knew what had happened as she tottered unsteadily backwards, her still bouncing tits swaying violently as she staggered, her hands tied behind her back meant that she could not regain her balance. A third flip had her reeling, then the fourth flip sent her stumbling so far back that she sat upon Aadil?s lap then stumbled sideways against the disapprovingly scowling Zaafira, landed on her knees and sprawled her swollen, sweaty tits across her lap.

    ?C'est tel dommage que vous avez perdu ce combat. J'attendais avec int?r?t de heurter vos m?sanges avec le mien!? (?It is such a pity you lost this fight. I was looking forwards to smashing your tits with mine!?) Zaafira said before she pushed her to the floor with her right hand and left foot. Stephanie landed heavily and, pulled forwards by the weight of her tits, fell on them! Prone on the floor, her tits splayed out either side of her Steph felt more than a little embarrassed. Frida marched towards Steph? intent on kicking her in her ribs and fixing her own pale blue eyes on Aadil?s adoring brown ones, gazed meaningfully, sexily, alluringly at him. Zaafira glared at Frida?s eyes with psychotic hatred, their glare almost physically burning Frida?s eyes out of her skull.

    Frida stared back at her new rival with equal hostility, looking forwards to the probable titfight she would have with this massively busty dark skinned, dark haired beauty, once she had dispatched the English slut! A sudden spark of inspiration leapt into her head and, without taking her eyes off Zaafira?s, she deliberately trod on Stephanie?s right tit as if to emphasize what she would do to Zaafira. Steph? screamed in pain as Frida ground her heel into the thick breast flesh, squeezing the reddened and bruised nipple outwards while she decided that once she had beaten the fat bosomed milk machine which is Zaafira, she would cunt fuck her senseless, then suck all of the milk out of her tits until they were just empty bags of flesh!!! She expressed these intentions pornographically with her tongue, which excited Aadil unbearably. Zaafira realised that she was going to have to fight this tough German blonde to win her own husband back and to claw him from this ruthless bitches clutches! Then Frida stomped down hard on Stephanie?s beaten breast, causing the areola to balloon incredibly, her nipple rupturing as blood poured from her nipple.

    While Stephanie screamed at the shock of the assault, Aadil allowed Frida a long drink of water and the luxury of rubbing the sweat from her body and towelling her hair dry while Aadil?s aide and a black Saharawi slave girl helped Stephanie off the floor and took her out of the room. Aadil?s aide left a garment on the ornate table against the wall beside the door as he left the room.

    ?You are to fight my beloved wife and productive mother of my children with your breasts supported in a bra identical to Zaafira?s to support her superior heavy breasts, so you must too!? Aadil commanded.

    Frida took the huge garment as Zaafira stood up leaving her queenly dark green hooded cloak behind and unbelted her long maroon thobe before dropping it to the floor. She stood looking radiant in just a thong and a strong, supportive nursing bra with both front flaps fully open and her fat boobs pulled fully through them. The darkly ornate bra complemented her appearance as she shook her long black, gently curling hair loose, the ends of which settled on her broad bosom. The nursing bra was deliberately a couple of sizes too small so that the openings would fit extra tightly around her breasts, thrusting them out further and giving maximum support. Zaafira flexed her fingers, like spiders legs, her long, razor sharp nails, tipped with red varnish for effect, awaited the prize of Frida?s partly vanquished tits!

    Standing there in just her beautifully swelled out thong, Frida struggled into the nursing bra, which Zaafira had supplied with the cups and nursing openings deliberately two sizes too small so that her tits were emphasised and held firmly. Heaving and pulling her huge orbs through the open cups by her nipples, she faced her nemesis. Her own breasts weighed around 20lbs each, so she was glad of some support after that last titfight, but she looked on Zaafira?s huge orbs with some trepidation, and gulped in fear as she saw Zaafira?s talons. She estimated that as Zaafira?s tits were actively lactating they were probably heavier than her own. She optimistically guessed that they must be around 25lbs each. As it turned out, her assessment of Zaafira?s almost 60-inch bust was somewhat out, as they weighed nearer to 30lbs each. She also assumed a greater level of sensitivity and formulated her plans accordingly.

    Although this was to be a tit-to-tit fight, both women?s hands were free; so all options were open to them. Zaafira, looking strangely regal, placed her hands on her hipbones and began walking slowly towards the blonde German woman.
    Frida felt a little intimidated as she looked at the dark skinned brunette woman?s huge orbs as they splayed out from the open cups of her tight nursing bra, almost the full 19 inches fitting tightly through the apertures, bulging from her cups, her enormous dark areolas puffed up with the swollen glands inside them, her thick nipples resembling a cow?s teats, almost as though she had pumped them up with a breast pump. In fact, she had not milked them for 48 hours in order for her breasts to perch on her chest as hard as boulders. Her breasts being swollen with full milk glands made her boobs appear very thick and full, her thick blue breast veins standing out like cables.

    Despite her punishing titfight with Stephanie, Frida?s breasts were surprisingly firm and certainly rivalled Zaafira?s for thickness and fat plumpness. Her string implants pushed out her deep breast tissues a long way, her shining areolas glinting with the breast grease oozing from her Montgomery glands her nipples swelling up, some of which was due to the concussive injuries her breasts had received in the fight with Stephanie, and God knows they were still sore and aching like hell, but she was not going to divulge that to this big maternal boobed bitch! She mirrored Zaafira?s stance and with her hands on her hips, flexed her nail tipped fingers and pushed out her tits as far as she could and strutted towards her.

    The loud ?SLAP!? as their big tits met head on could be heard clearly from Stephanie?s room where she had collapsed on her bed from exhaustion. Her tits had not been too seriously injured, just a few bruises and reddening, except for the black, blue and multi coloured bruise on her right breast where Frida had ground it into the floor with her heel, otherwise they were okay. She was angry that she had lost the fight due to her own inexperience; she would have loved to have beaten that arrogant German cow! But on the other hand, if she was to be freed from marrying Aadil then at least she could go home and leave Frida to face the consequences. Steph heard another loud wet breast ?SHLAP!!? accompanied by the pained gasping of both fighters. Another breast ?SLAP!? and a scream followed then another slap and another in quick succession. She wished that she could go out there and watch what was happening, but she had been locked into her room by Aadil?s aide.

    Back on the floor of Aadil?s lounge the fighting women were going at it hammer and tongs. Still with their hands on their hips, the women twisted their torso?s violently from side to side, their enormous breasts, each individually held in its tight nursing cup, swung like heavy fleshy clubs battering each other left and right, the broad open faces, inside and outside of each long breast reddening from the hard slapping their firm tits were meting out.

    Despite her string implant enhanced breasts; Frida?s huge boobs were not as firm as Zaafira?s solid boulders. Zaafira had not milked herself at all in he last 48 hours and her turgid breasts had become painfully engorged, but the upshot of that is that her breasts were literally as hard as stone and they were battering Frida?s powerful breasts to death.

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    CHAPTER IV

    Frida shrieked again and swore in German as another heavy ?SLAPPP!!!? from Zaafira?s hard tits sent her staggering sideways. Frida could feel her face wet from droplets of milk spattering her face and glancing down at her own tits she could see that they were also spattered in white droplets. As far as Zaafira was concerned, her hard boulder-like tits were softening up from this battering and Letdown was imminent. Once it began her breasts would soften and start to lose their integrity, so she felt the pressure of this biological clock driving her. Zaafira?s tits would be more sensitive once Letdown began and this could hand Frida the advantage.

    For Aadil, the big breasted fights of his wives were like an elaborate dance and he was keen on acquiring both Frida and Stephanie. These statuesque yellow haired women presented an awesome sight as far as Aadil was concerned as each danced to the Eastern music on his tape.

    Swinging their torsos in time, his wife, Zaafira and Frida, a dancing queen of some renown in the clubs of her native Germany, battered each other?s bulging basket ball sized orbs from side to side, the loud slaps of breasts smacking breasts excited him, while the women?s areolas were swelling and reddening while their reddening nipples extended and thickened.

    Frida was popular on Germany?s club circuit, especially at her main haunt, the Wild Cats Tabledance club in Baumholder where her breathtakingly sensuous gyrations, made all the more compelling by her massive swaying bust, of which, it was clear, she was immensely proud, drove customers male and female alike wild with lust.

    Arranged titfights in the WILD CATS Tabledance club would play out on the dance floor as other, jealous busty women would deliberately bump into her to test her tempting boobs, but there were no serious challenge to her tits, today, however, was different. This was far more serious than the previous challenge against Stephanie.

    She knew that if she failed to impress Aadil she would be thrown out into the desert with the displaced black African prostitutes and she did not fancy her chances of survival amongst that lot of knife wielding murderers. So this Titfight could well be the fight for her life! Yes, if she won she would remain a virtual prisoner, the fabled white wife of Aadil?s, but it was a better fate than the alternatives. It was all on for Zaafira too, because were she to lose this fight she would be relegated to the bottom of the harem, a stinging sleight and rebuke on her proud status, so Zaafira was determined to beat this huge breasted ?German slut,? otherwise her life would be virtually worthless.

    As Zaafira gyrated closer, taking tit punches at Frida?s tits, Frida could feel not only the woman?s 25lb tits whipping across her tits and stinging her nipples painfully, but also the sensuous excitement this challenge provoked.

    Frida?s hugely fat nipples, normally three quarters of an inch long and half an inch in diameter, had begun to swell up to meet the challenge. Both women?s tits rubbing against each other excited their nipples even more than they dreamed of, so that they not only lengthened to over an inch, but they thickened more too. The downside was that bruises were building up in their tit flesh. Frida winced every time her left tit was hit because a bruise on the outside of her areola had split, but fortunately the cut was not yet bleeding.

    Thud after thud, after smack after smack reverberated around the room as their tits ferociously whacked each other from side to side, battled and tried to pound each other to bruised pulp. The women staggered back and forth around the room as their breasts battled, nipples tearing across nipples stinging them painfully and rubbing them red raw. Their areolas were swelling up from the fight. Frida reached the point that she could barely fight back because her breast?s reach was deficient so she angrily grabbed Zaafira by her bra straps and slammed her tits head on into Zaafira?s tits. The resultant devastating ?SMACK!? knocked both of them backwards, but only as far as Zaafira?s bra straps would allow and had both of them shouting out in pain as areolas compressed into areolas and their nipples gouged in painfully, then compressed almost flat. Each woman pushed against the other?s firm tits. First Frida was pushed backwards a step, then she pushed forwards as hard as she could, only to be met with fierce resistance; ?Oww, that really hurts!? Frida gasped. ?Go down bitch!? she added as she pushed her tits harder against Zaafira?s. Both women squealed as the pain bit into their tits before their voluminous tits bounced apart.

    Aadil was usually excited by his lactating wives titfighting each other, he loved to see their milky breasts in combat, but in this case he would only see his wife?s huge tits gushing and spraying their milk as they collided with their rivals. He accepted that Frida had never given birth to a child and so her breasts were relatively dry, but no matter, if she accounted well for herself Aadil would soon make her pregnant and that would correct the problem. As it was however, Frida began to understand, because she could herself feel the sublime and powerful tingling in her breasts in response to the competition. Her nipples extended incredibly and they felt on fire, her areolas throbbed; her alveoli and virginal milk glands ached and even felt painful as they responded and began to swell. ?How,? she thought, ?must Zaafira?s full, lactating boobs be responding??

    The answer is, of course, that Zaafira?s mature milk filled tits throbbed and ached like hell. She could feel her milk glands pulsing as the alveoli pumped their precious milk into her sinuses. The relentless battering of breasts against breasts had elicited a state of ?letdown? in Zaafira?s tits and with a body shaking tingle they violently ejected her milk through the fine holes in her fat nipples. The powerful spray shot from the woman?s tits squirting Frida in the eyes, then covering her in it as the spray continued. 48 hours of not milking herself had turned her tits into udders and she relished the relief she began to feel as the hardness began to leave her swollen breasts.

    By now, Frida?s face, neck and breasts were covered in Zaafira?s milk and every time their breasts separated Frida became covered in the white mist emanating from Zaafira?s hard nipples. Her breasts throbbed like hell from the heavy battering they were receiving. The full weight of Frida?s 20lb breasts against Zaafira?s 25lb breasts was beginning to tell, but her firm boobs continued to keep their integrity while Zaafira?s began to stretch as the firmness began to leave them as her milk was ejaculated. But, this held an advantage for Zaafira because now she could swing her longer breasts all the harder, her 25lb breasts really smacking bruises into Frida?s 20lb knockers. Frida fought back all the harder, despite the painful cut on her left areola.

    Now at arms length of each other, the real battle began: ?So you think you have tough tits?? Zaafira breathlessly said, a strain of emotion showing in her voice as her protracted stress beginning to emerge.

    ?No. I don?t THINK I have the toughest tits!? Frida shot back.
    ?I KNOW my tits are tougher than yours! ? Or any woman?s!!!? she aggressively asserted.

    Without warning Zaafira angrily grabbed Frida?s hair and yanked her violently towards her and smashed their huge boobs together. ?AAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!? they both yelled out together as their breasts rammed into each other with a slam so hard it knocked the breath out of both of them. Their breasts collided with a fleshy ?THUMP!? and sank into each other, flesh swallowing flesh. Milk seemed to explode in a short fountain from both of Zaafira?s breasts as the women bounced away from each other.

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    CHAPTER V

    Spattered and soaked with Zaafira?s milk and determined that she would beat the milk cow, Frida grabbed her thick sweat soaked hair and returned the breast slam: ?UGGHHNNH!!? Zaafira grunted as her voluminous 25lb breasts compressed and her precious milk was squeezed from her unusually large sinuses and the breath was knocked out of her lungs. She would have been knocked backwards were it not for the fact that Frida, with her superior arm strength, was holding tightly onto her hair and twisting it to cause Zaafira maximum pain.

    Zaafira?s head snapped back from the blow, but as her neck snapped forwards again she caught sight of the most ferocious grimace on a woman?s face as Frida glared at her with hatred, her Arian pale blue eyes boring into her very soul. Zaafira glared back with equal hostility, her own unusually china blue eyes (unusual for a Taureg woman) glaring into Frida?s cold eyes. ?You are NOT going to take my place!!!? she said, and then yanked Frida by the hair in for another breast slam. ?WHAM!? exploded between their pulpy sweat and milk soaked breasts as the sensitive organs sank into each other?s, grinding their prominent milk glands, swollen alveoli nodules, sinuses and sore nipples until the pain made them spring apart with an animal gasp!!!

    Zaafira?s nipples continued to spray. Looking at each other?s tits bulging from their opened nursing cups they could see how reddened, grazed, bruised, swollen and cut their tits were becoming. They also observed that the stitching in their bras was beginning to fray and shear. The women were now fighting a war of attrition and that they would keep smashing their breasts together until either one woman gave in or her tits split open. As far as Frida was concerned she was looking for the satisfactory bonus of squeezing Zaafira?s milky, mother?s tits dry! Zaafira?s bruised tits were already smeared with the blood from Frida?s split areola and she vowed that she would split Frida?s other areola wide open too.

    The women began to circle one another, their hands held away from their sweat drenched bodies and curled into claws. ?You are NOT going to have my husband!? Zaafira snarled aggressively.

    ?I take whatever I want!? Frida taunted, now feeling, as a bisexual woman, that here, in this place, she could have the best of both worlds; passionate sex with her new husband and sexual games with the rest of Aadil?s wives. She had had enough of the sleaze pits and flesh pots of Germany. She felt a new life beckoning.

    Yes, she was certainly going to fight for that and if this meant proving to both Zaafira and Aadil that her breasts were worthy of both of them and certainly much better, stronger, firmer and potentially more capacious than Zaafira?s and the other wives, she would do so.

    Incensed, Zaafira suddenly sprang at her strong enemy and fired a right hook into the side of Frida?s head with a satisfying ?SMACK!? This soon knocked the German?s fantasy out of her head ?Oww! Fuck!? Frida gasped as she reeled, clutching at her head. Zaafira grabbed the long blonde hair in her right hand, yanking Frida painfully aside to give herself the room to crash her huge left breast into Frida?s right. The two breasts thumped together with a loud ?CLAP!?. Frida twisted to try to escape the ferocious hair pulling and then leapt forwards to secure Zaafira?s hair in both hands then crashed both of her tits, (still encapsulated in the disintegrating nursing bra cups,) into both of them.

    Both sets of tits crumpled on impact and remained locked together as Zaafira grabbed Frida?s hair either side of her head while she ground her tits against Frida?s. The women violently shook each other?s head back and forth by their hair, each woman shouting and screeching at the pain while their enormous boobs battled together. Chunks of blonde and brunette hair began to fall to the floor as the women cruelly pulled it out. Both women were gasping and groaning in pain as their massive boobs folded into one another like swathes of folding pastry, their tight nests of hard glands grinding and probing each other?s flesh to try to seek out weaknesses in their dense flesh. Hard nodules of fibrous alveoli and tuberous sinuses slid and popped inside their areolas, their tight alveoli, further towards their chest walls, ground like the close knit fibrous flesh that they are.

    As they felt each other?s glands intrusively invade their breast flesh, the women ground even harder, their bodies rocking from side to side as they pulled each other?s hair this way, then that. The sensation deep inside their breasts was painful. The additional fact that neither of the women could breathe because their lungs were compressed by the massive bulk of breast flesh compressed on their chests, they began to pull back from each other.

    Frida let go of Zaafira?s hair, but Zaafira kept a tight hold on Frida?s with one hand. Gulping in a deep, sharp pained breath, Frida lunged forwards once more twisting and ramming her muscular torso against Zaafira?s, slapping both of her bulging orbs across both of Zaafira?s tits on the way. Zaafira gasped at the sting to her now sensitised nipples from this sharp blow and the resounding double ?SSLLAAPP!!!!? as Frida?s tits raked across hers. Frida now twisted her body back to her right smacking Zaafira?s breasts across her chest. Zaafira returned the blow; this tit boxing went on for another 11 blows until Zaafira began to ram Frida?s tits, her third forward punch locking their nipples head on. Frida used her powerfully muscular legs to halt her backwards progress, but she had one more tit punch for Zaafira before she slammed her left knee into her groin to try to make her let go of her hair. This direct assault certainly worked. Zaafira clutched at her mound and stooped forwards, pain etched into her face. Her massive boobs hanging out of the nursing bra swung like giant fleshy pendulums as she fought to get her self control back.

    Frida lunged forwards again and grasping Zaafira?s hair with both hands she powered her left knee upwards right into Zaafira?s swinging 19 inch long boobs.
    The knee hit with a resounding ?SMACK!? Zaafira tried to stand up straight and twist bodily away from Frida, but to no avail as Frida rammed her knee into Zaafira?s boobs for the second time. This second blow hurt so much that Zaafira felt sick. Then she felt the stitching of one of her nursing cups burst, allowing the cup to split open and her huge boob to fall out. While in this compromising position Zaafira thought she would try to even the score up, so in one smooth movement she stood up straight and, grabbing Frida by both bra straps, began to pull her around the middle of the floor.

    Frida felt humiliate as she was swung around the floor like a helpless rag doll and In retaliation she ripped and tore at Zaafira?s nursing bra until one of its straps burst and swung away to join her uselessly ripped bra cup. Frida?s bra straps snapped under Zaafira?s determined attack and as they fell away her nursing bra slipped down to her waist where it lay like a wide belt and her massive boobs swung free.

    Now Frida felt annoyed enough to try her well tested breast raising technique which had worked so well against Stephanie. An uppercut from her left breast found the underside of its target. Zaafira?s thick, heavy, right mammary gland flew upwards from the powerful uppercut, then slapping down onto her chest swung heavily from the blow. Zaafira grimaced as she felt the painful tug of the weight on her breast flesh. Her orbs throbbed and ached while her areolas and nipples were so sore from fighting with them that she felt like crying, but she pulled herself together, determined to carry on to try to beat this German whore, mindful of her fate if she were to lose!

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    CHAPTER VI

    Zaafira had been warned against the power of this woman, then she remembered but too late as Frida strode forwards grabbing her hair with one hand while pushing her tits beneath Zaafira?s to push them both upwards. Zaafira resisted, but amidst a lot of grunting and squealing she was walked backwards, her huge 19 inch long bosoms being gradually pushed into her face. Frida?s intention was to knock Zaafira to the floor and pulp her tits breast to breast in an effort to smash them beyond recognition, but Zaafira fought back by twisting her torso in an effort to extricate her tits, which were now incredibly painful as the powerful breast ligaments were stretched to their limit. After some twisting and turning she pulled her breasts free. Frida came at her again, breast boxing with her own huge breasts as she swung them at Zaafira?s. Slap after slap marked her advance and Zaafira?s retreat.

    After several few minutes of this Zaafira?s tits were glowing red and showing purple bruises. Her swollen areolas and ships rivet-like teats looked almost translucent as she rammed them into Frida?s equally swollen and battered orbs. Frida met every single thrust of Zaafira?s and their tits bounced hard against each other as each woman fought to destroy her rival?s tits. Raking their tits from side to side they raked each others breast flesh raw. Zaafira?s big, deep; capacious maternal breasts took the punishment of Frida?s harder tits which almost buried themselves in this luxuriously broad flesh. Frida was feeling the extra sensitivity that having string implants against her pectoral muscles, pushing her sensitised alveoli and milk glands out, her areolas becoming so sore they were bleeding.

    The mutual breast pounding continued ever more violently with both women ramming their breasts so hard it pushed one woman, then the other, backwards a step or two. Finally, Frida began using her superior strength, ramming Zaafira?s breasts, then holding her there in a tight hug as both women rested against each other while allowing their breasts o continue to bore into each other?s.

    Zaafira was being pushed backwards step by step by this method of Frida?s. but she recovered her backwards progress by pushing her right leg out hard against the floor behind her and flinging her right arm around Frida?s neck pulling her across her right hip and threw her to the floor. Frida was taken by surprise and grabbed Zaafira?s hair as she felt herself going down. Her own tits flying like giant gourds, Zaafira tumbled spectacularly on top of the huge titted German woman as the two big women rolled over and over grappling for advantage breast to breast, the women were pulling each other?s hair while rolling over and over, their huge boobs pressing together, the two pairs of orbs remaining spherical. Their sensitive glands were grinding into one another while their erect nipples with hard sinuses behind them caused excruciating pain, while their heavily textured milk glands ground each other to a soft textured mush. After colliding with the far wall the women broke apart and rising to their knees flung themselves at each other for a brutal bear hug. The women groaned as they tightened their arms around each other?s backs, their tits crushing each other painfully.

    Frida used her superior strength and weight to push Zaafira over backwards. She was sent sprawling on her back; her huge breasts flopped out to her sides. Frida rolled on top of Zaafira and held her in a tight tit to tit hug as she grabbed the hair at the back of her head, while squeezing her ribs with her arms.

    Zaafira refused to allow Frida to dominate her so easily so she forced her own firm tits against Frida?s by wrapping her arms around her back, her breasts supported by her own arms. The two pairs of huge tits pressed against each other, their tits so supported by their hug that their orbs barely compressed, but remained spherical.

    Aadil was excitedly on his feet so that he could get a better view of these women?s firm orbs battling each other to death as the women rolled over and over, pulling each other?s hair, with whoever winding up on top pounding her rival?s breasts with her own, slamming her chest down repeatedly. The regular pained grunts of ?UUUGGH!!? - ?UUUGGH!!? - ?AAAGGH!!? - ?UUUGGH!!? as the air was knocked out of their lungs, made the thick, female scented air, ring with their screams. The floor rug was drenched with Zaafira?s milk and Aadil calculated that most of it must have been squeezed from her mighty tits by now.

    Zaafira was fully aware that this was a fight to the finish and that the loser could be banished. She knows perfectly well that Aadil considers Woman Fighting to be equal to Cock Fighting, but he considers the latter sport to be inferior and too tame and demanded that these two women fight like prize Game birds, to the death if necessary. This raised the stakes and they dismissed any niceties and set about really trying to tear each other apart. They scratched, bit and kicked as they grappled on the floor. Frida pinned Zaafira on her back while with her right hand she tore her nails down her left cheek flaying the flesh open. In retaliation Zaafira grabbed Frida?s face in a full claw, her nails puncturing her face and narrowly missing her eyes. Frida scratched big cat-like claw marks across Zaafira?s left breast while she bit viciously into her right nipple, causing a frantic scream. Somehow, Zaafira managed to literally kick Frida away from her and found herself in the happy position of being behind her as they both rose to their knees. Zaafira hurled herself forwards to grab Frida around her neck and pulling her violently backwards angrily slammed her to the floor on the backs of her shoulders. The breath was knocked out of Frida and all Zaafira had to do was just to lean forwards to drape her massive, pliable boobs around Frida?s head, blocking her airways.

    Now that Zaafira?s breasts had lost their boulder-like hardness, they seemed to have expanded and looked more like 60 + inch boobs and the heavy orbs swung on the end of their tear drop shaped clubs much more readily, but they could also more easily and more completely envelope Frida?s head. Frida struggled as Zaafira slowly lowered her massive bosoms deeper around her head. Frida frantically grabbed Zaafira?s head and pulled it forcibly down to her own oversized boobs and using her amazing strength pulled her face deeply between her thick breasts, her biceps flexed and bulged every time Zaafira tried to escape. Zaafira was determined to fight like with like and wrapping her arms around Frida?s head and neck allowed her boobs to mould around her face, blocking every air passage.

    Frida desperately tried to bite Zaafira?s fleshy breasts, but she could not even open her mouth at first, but when she did, Zaafira?s marshmallow boobs swamped her mouth, her throat, her nostrils, her eyes and even her ears. She pulled Zaafira?s head into her breasts even harder, but now she felt herself panicking, she was out of breath and she could not breathe in. She rocked frantically from side to side and punched at Zaafira?s back and shoulders. ?THUD!? after ?THUD!? after ?THUD!? reverberated through the big woman?s ribs. Zaafira took the opportunity to raise her head and gasp in some air, then she dropped her face again to Frida?s magnificent boobs and began biting one of them viciously. Blood ran from a punctured big purple vein. Frida thrashed her legs and body in her effort to escape, a muffled cry emanating from beneath Zaafira?s huge boobs.

    Zaafira bit one of Frida?s nipples, then began chewing the other one. Frida thrashed and jerked, growing weaker and weaker until she ran out of breath altogether, her arms fell limply to the floor and she lay still. Zaafira continued to lie on her defeated enemy until she had regained her own breath, the time ticking away in the deathly silent room. A clock on the wall she had not heard before ticked out the seconds and counted out Frida?s life. Aadil stood and waited patiently. Then Zaafira started to stand up. Her magnificent body was battered, bruised and bloody, her empty breast sacks were scratched and bitten, but Aadil was sure that his magnificent wife would regain her porn star looks very soon and he stepped forwards to embrace the winner of this brutal contest. Frida?s once beautiful face was fixed in death in the same expression she suffocated in. Aadil threw Zaafira?s cloak over the body.

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    CHAPTER VII

    Aadil?s aide later removed the beaten body and drove her to the edge of town where the black Saharawi prostitutes, Heroin addicts and Arab pimps hung out and dumped the body down a dark passageway between walled houses. ?Just another victim of the growing crime in the area,? Aadil?s aide, Mahmoud, told himself. ?It?s just another tourist which the authorities will ignore. She had obviously strayed from the safe areas, as other tourists have done, and this was the price they pay!? he thought before he said a quick prayer over her and got back into his car.

    Back at the house Aadil and Zaafira celebrated her victory and climb back to the top of her rightful place. No one dare challenge her now. Aadil was to marry Stephanie next week and there would be a full week of celebration, partying Cock fighting and Wife Fighting. Aadil was looking forwards to it already, after which he would make Stephanie pregnant and she would join Aadil?s harem of fabled fighting wives.


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    Please leave some comments if you enjoyed this novel and please leave some comments if you didn't like it. I'll know what to write in the future then.

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    This was a wonderful story. I liked the fight to the finish with Frida. More like this would be great- middle eastern women v westerners.

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