ON THE ROAD - THE OTHER SIDE - PART X

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ON THE ROAD ? PART X (THE OTHER SIDE)

By Sega

?Aaaah??
Mingre was moaning faster and faster, under the dark man?s powerful thrusts. It was the first time ever that she saw such a hairy man and, when she met him, she thought that she would accept to go with him to bed only because of the money. His name was Ahmed and he was from Iraq. He was big and strong, his eyes were small and mean and he looked like a huge monkey, with all that hair all over his body.
However, Mingre had to accept now that no one has ever fucked her like he did. She crossed her ankles behind his broad back and she began to buck, countering him but Ahmed was really strong and he kept banging her faster than she could answer back. This made her furious and she began to throw her hips up as hard as she could, in her own rhythm, but the man slowly tamed her by sliding his hand between them and grabbing her by the clit. He then began to rotate his pelvis, rubbing his bones against her pleasure button, making her sprawl beneath him, in sheer pleasure.
Then, as he heard her moan from the depths of her lungs, he began to pump her deeper and deeper, in rare thrusts. Soon, he had her arch her back and tremble and show the white of her eyes, moaning in rhythm, begging him to thrust his cock into her as deep as he could.
But he stopped, allowing the big Mongolian woman to slowly regain her breath.
And then, he started again to impale her, easily, deeply, harder and harder until bringing her on the verge of the orgasm before stopping again. This time, Mingre was quaking in expectation but Ahmed held on? He was decided to make an obeying tool off this big contortionist and he went on with his game, the way he was taught by a friend of his from Odessa. That guy called this game ?the khazar way of making love? and it was a simple matter of controlling yourself in order to postpone the orgasm?
? Ahmed allowed Mingre to come only after two hours of constant playing with her. He took her entirely by surprise: the big woman was groaning endlessly, turned on by the most powerful arousal she had ever experienced. Drool was pouring off her wide open mouth, her eyes were rolling up every five seconds and she was trembling uncontrollably.
Ahmed impaled her deeply then, on all the length of his hard cock, thrusting his pelvis forth in brisk movements. Mingre groaned deeply then, straining in brief saccades and almost passing out in an orgasm that seemed to have no end.
The next day, Ahmed showed her a short movie. A big brunette was crushing under her knee the throat of a strong redhead. It took her only half a minute to make the redhead throw herself about in agony.
?That?s Lara,? said Ahmed, pointing a finger at the brunette on the screen. ?If you can kill her, Mr. Toshiro will make your family a present you?ll never forget. You could even buy yourself a dozen of horses.?
Mingre smiled. She then asked Ahmed to play once again the short film because she wanted to see how that brunette fought.
The big Arab smiled too. Mr. Toshiro, his boss, would be glad. Ahmed was sure that Mingre will be the most obeying puppet they ever had. And she was also the strongest of them all?
?A dozen of horses will make my family rich,? said Mingre after the film ended. ?My mother and father will be very proud of me if I?ll get a dozen horses for them.? She then made a pause, as if she was weighting her words. ?I will kill that woman if that?s what you want,? she added after awhile, purring like a big, deadly cat.

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Lara gently caressed her son but he was still weeping.
?You promised you?ll never leave me again?? he said between sobs.
His mother leaned on the bed, embracing him. After awhile, she mumbled:
?It?s the last time I go away, Boris! The last time!?
?You always get hurt when you leave, mummy??
Lara remained silent. She hugged her son. Chances were that she would be hurt again, damn it, but what else could she do? Porovets was a small town in the middle of nowhere, the government had closed all factories, alcohol had killed her husband, her mother was too old and she had no job ? they were flat broke, damn it! They were flat broke!
Her only chance was that she had been practicing judo as a youngster, in the Porovets county team. At 17 she had won the local championships and she was selected in the USSR?s national team. But then, the USSR collapsed and she was forced to go back to her native town, where she had worked in a factory, as an electrician, for 5 years.
Then, the industry in Porovets collapsed too.
?I have to go now, Boris! Behave yourself and listen to grandma, all right??
Her son acquiesced. She kissed him good night and she went to her room. She saw her mother in the small dining room. She was watching TV but Lara knew she was waiting for her.
Damned her too! ? said Lara to herself.
She took off her evening gown and she began to dress. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and, for some seconds, she examined herself.
At 36, she was still looking well. She was a 5?10? short haired brunette and she weighted 154 lbs. Big breasted, her tits were surmounted by thick, brown nipples. Her ass was muscled and her belly hung only a little. The muscles of her long legs were hard as steel. Her shoulders were broad and she could still run 5 miles?
What else am I to do? ? she asked herself and, nervously, she began to dress up. Then, she remembered Nikolay, the guy who was waiting for her outside, in his shining Volvo. The bastard? He was fucking other women as well, but this didn?t bother Lara too much. He was only 27 and he had a hard, thick cock. Besides, she had no other affair for the moment being but even if she would, Lara would still go to bed with this stud, 9 years younger than her.
She felt a sticky juice flood her cunt in anticipation and she exhaled, in relief. She wanted him to fuck her! She wanted him to make her scream her pleasure! Oh, sweet God, I?ll damned go with him and I?ll fucking fight whoever he wants me to fight, she said to herself.
?So, you?re leaving again,? began her mother as Lara left her room, a suitcase in her right hand.
?Just cut it out, mother! You like this house, don?t you? If you love it, you?ll have to understand that I earned it in the single way that I can, you got that??
Her mother clutched her fists.
?Valeria told me the other day the story of a certain Yekaterina Pavlovna, from Omistar? She died after being operated for 5 times in Tashkent. Does that ring a bell??
Lara shrugged. Of course she remembered Yekaterina. She had beaten her three weeks ago, at a private party in Tashkent. She had pinned her to the floor, then she placed her knee on her throat and she leaned on her with all her weight, the way Nikolay?s friends, the guys from the Army, taught her. Yekaterina was only 29, but she knew damned well how these fights could end?
Lara knew it too.
?I want Boris to study in Tashkent and this costs a lot of money!? she suddenly said. She then took her suitcase and left the house.

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Someone knocked on the door, making Lara cover herself hastily with a drape.
?Oh, colonel Sovianov, come in, Sir, come in!? said Nikolay. ?Lara, that?s Mr. Sovianov, the colonel I told you about.?
Lara didn?t know what to do. Eventually, she decided to relax under the expert hands of the masseur. Colonel Sovianov approached her and he looked at her with a half smile.
?Nikolay told me you?re in the best shape today, Lara Ivanovna? Damned! You look? err? terribly well!?
Lara chuckled. She never learned how to behave herself when she saw a man look at her that thirstily.
?Thank you, colonel,? she said.
?I saw you last month at Tashkent, you know?? he went on, fully smiling.
Lara averted her eyes for a brief moment. But then, she guessed a discrete threat behind the colonel?s words.
?Oh, poor Yekaterina,? she said.
?Yeah? Poor Yekaterina!? repeated Sovianov. ?And the poor other girls you destroyed! I am a great admirer of yours, you know? I?ve always admired a person who knows very well what he or she has to do. A person that never thinks twice. I admire you, Lara Ivanovna.? He took a seat near her and motioned the masseur to go away. ?I hope you allow me?? said the colonel, looking at Nikolay.
?Be my guest!?
?I don?t want to offend you, Lara Ivanovna,? suddenly said the colonel. ?I just want to make sure that I can count on you.?
He picked the drape that covered her and raised it. For some long seconds, he peered at her massive, muscular butts.
?Strain your ass, Lara Ivanovna!? he said gently.
She chuckled again and she obeyed allowing Sovianov feel her hard as rock flesh.
?Big, strong butts? and strong legs,? he went on, palpating her thighs. ?In my opinion, a big ass and a strong pair of legs win a clash. The rest is only a matter of leverage and training. But I?m sure you?re aware of it.?
Lara propped on her elbows and picked up a cigarette. Sovianov lit it for her.
?What can I do for you, colonel?? she asked.
?It?s not a matter of what you can do for me, but of what I can do for you. I?m sure that Nikolay showed you the small movie with that Mongolian bitch, didn?t he??
Lara acquiesced.
?Do you think you can beat her??
?She is strong. But I can beat her, all right. I?ve beaten women even stronger than her.?
?I know that. Do you remember Retta, the convict??
Lara frowned. Oh, yes? Five years ago. She had made a lot of money then. Retta, the convict, of course. She had been good but Lara had been better. Much better.
?This Mongolian bitch killed her,? said Sovianov.
?I could have killed Retta too, but no one asked me to,? noticed Lara, making the colonel grin.
?That?s what I wanted to hear,? he said, getting up. ?Now, I could help you with your little boy, Boris? If you kill Mingre, my dear Lara Ivanovna, I would arrange things for him to go at Tashkent.?
Lara nodded.
?Count on me, colonel!? she said. ?How do you want me to kill that yellow bitch??

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They wore only thin stripped thonks, that barely covered their untrimmed genital hair. Cautiously, arms raised in guard, they moved in circle, looking straight at each other. The audience gathered in the garage was silent.
Lara feigned to attack, launching a couple of punches to the face but the Mongolian contortionist readily retreated before delivering a dashing kick that almost got the former judoka in the belly.
She?s fast, thought Lara. She?s very fast for her weight. She assumed that Mingre was around 175 lbs. of well-packed flesh at a height of 5?8?. These were dangerous women, all right. Much more dangerous than the tall, slender ones who could be good at punching or kicking, but who were disastrous at close range.
Again, Lara attacked ? this time she delivered a flying kick to the belly, with the only purpose of getting close to the Mongolian woman. Just as Lara had planned, Mingre readily engaged her in a test of strength and, the next moment, the two women began to push and shove between the cars parked on each side of the garage.
Soon, their strong bodies clashed and they propped forehead against forehead. They strained, trying to out power each other and, in less than ten seconds they began to moan heavily.
It was enough for Lara. She had already weighted Mingre?s strength. She had powerful hands that could crush an inexperienced fighter?s fingers and she also had strong legs. She could control her balance very well. Damn her! Mingre was some tough piece.
Lara feigned to retreat then, decided to break the test of strength. The Mongolian contortionist pushed harder and Lara took a brisk step backwards. Mingre lost her balance for a brief moment but she didn?t fall in the Russian woman?s trap. However, Lara sprang forth then, ramming her knee in her foe?s belly. Mingre moaned but kept her grip on Lara?s hands and the latter briskly leaped backwards, freeing her hands from Mingre?s.
She?s good, thought Lara, evaluating her. The Mongolian woman was breathing almost normally and Lara?s knee ram didn?t provoke any damage on her.
Again, they began to move in circle, trying to find an opening in each other?s guard. Lara realized that one of her advantages was that she was a little taller and that she had a longer reach and, therefore, she assumed a more relaxed stance that would enable her to hit at will.
Fuck her! ? she said to herself as she saw that Mingre had crouched even more, in a karate like stance. That bloody contortionist had realized that she has to fight at close range, understood Lara and, briskly, she attacked again, for good this time.
A flood of punches fell upon Mingre?s head and shoulders as big Lara decided to draw her foe?s blood and stun her. It was her favorite tactic, a tactic that had brought her most of her victories and, yes, after some seconds, her fists landed a good series of blows that snapped Mingre?s head, forcing her to retreat. Lara mounted the pressure of her assault and embraced Mingre?s head with both arms, delivering powerful knee blows to the belly but the Mongolian woman hung on and soon, she answered back, by delivering a fast series of uppercuts to Lara?s lower belly.
They began to let brief shouts and, still hitting, they grabbed each other by the hair with one hand while punching at will with the other one. One of Lara?s punches tore Mingre?s lips but the latter hit home with a most powerful fist to the pubic bone, obliging the Russian woman to retreat at once.
Bloody bitch! ? thought Lara, trying to breathe and look normally, despite the terrible pain in her lower belly. She knew that half of a fight is won by your mind control and she even smiled, looking in despise at the Mongolian woman. However, Mingre also had a poker face.
Again, they began to move cautiously around each other. Mingre?s blood was already creeking on her neck but Lara had to make serious efforts to move at ease due to the pain in her pubic bone. This time I?ll go at her with low kicks, said Lara to herself but, all of a sudden, Mingre rushed at her and, before the Russian woman could retreat, the Mongolian contortionist got her with both hands by the mane. Lara delivered a powerful uppercut to the belly but Mingre was already pushing her powerfully towards the nearest car.
Lara punched again, aiming the lower belly but she still couldn?t stop Mingre. The Russian woman strained from head to toe then, opposing her foe?s pushing and, for a while, the two females pushed against each other, muscles straining form head to toe. Their bellies began to inflate in fast pace, their mammaries quaked in rhythm with their outbursts of effort and they began to let brief cries of effort.
However, Mingre took advantage of the good grip she had on Lara?s hair and she began to push her backwards in most powerful bursts that made her look like a sumo wrestler. The Mongolian?s sustainers began to shout but then, Lara briskly twisted and loaded Mingre on the hip, executing a perfect tay-otoshi that threw the contortionist to the floor, back first.
A roar erupted from the audience as Mingre landed with a thud on the floor, readily followed by big Lara, who landed atop of her. Lara instantly got her foe in a neck lock and she moved sideways, leaning over Mingre?s throat with her armpit. Stout Mingre twisted in the opposite way, trying to free herself from beneath the big Russian woman, but Lara parted wide her legs and hardened the neck lock, steadying the contortionist.
The spectators began to yell at the two females, urging them to go on and, once again, Lara felt the adrenalin rush that she always experienced when getting the upper hand. Of course, she had to be very careful, since the bloody Mongolian bitch proved strong and skilled, but on the other hand, not a woman had ever managed to regain the control of the fight after being held as such by Lara.
Laying flat on her belly, Lara was cross pinning Mingre and she had her long legs pried wide, impeaching the Mongolian woman from freeing herself. The neck lock was secure, preventing her foe from breathing properly. In fact, Lara was already hearing Mingre?s shallow breathes while she also felt her continuous snaking which, in her experience, was only wasting her foe?s resources.
Suddenly, Mingre began to buck violently, repeatedly bridging and throwing her strong legs in the air, trying to free herself. Lara was shaken like mad but, to her satisfaction, she realized that the Mongolian woman could not free herself.
Lara parted her legs even wider and stuck to the floor, forcing Mingre to give all that she could in that aimless struggle. In fact, her constant writhing even allowed Lara to better secure the neck lock and soon, Mingre began to breathe coarsely, but she was still wildly throwing herself around.
She won?t have it for too long, thought Lara. Her eyes met Nikolay?s who made the OK sign to her. Seconds later, Mingre?s movements lost their strength and from then on, it took Lara only half a minute to tame the stout Mongolian woman.
Finally, Mingre remained still. She could take only shallow breathes that Lara could feel in her chin. She hardened the neck lock, leaning with all her weight on the armpit that crushed Mingre?s throat. In response, the sturdy contortionist gave a loud moan, straining as hard as she could. However, after five or six seconds, her body relaxed beneath Lara.
?Good girl, Lara,? shouted Nikolay, ?the bitch pries her legs! Crush her neck, baby, crush her neck!?
I?ll show you what I?ll do, thought Lara and she readily secured the neck lock with her right arm while grabbing Mingre?s hair with the other one. She pinned her foe?s head to the floor by yanking her mane and she began to move clockwise, as if she wanted to place herself in prolongation of Mingre?s body. Her foe?s neck was already strained at the maximum and, despite Mingre?s serious attempts to impeach Lara from moving, it became clear that the big Russian woman would soon face lock the Mongolian contortionist.
Mingre resorted to hair pull Lara but neither this stopped the Russian woman. Mingre began then to search for Lara?s eyes but the latter kept averting her face. She forced Mingre?s left cheek on the floor and, still neck locking her, she suddenly got to her knees, setting the Mongolian contortionist for a neck breaking bar.
The public began to yell. Lara felt her fast heaving mammaries rest with every breath on Mingre?s right cheek. She looked at the Mongolian woman. Her stout body was sweaty. Her belly heaved madly. She had one foot near her ass while she held the other leg up in the air, as if she was searching for an unseen support. And, most of all, she saw her nipples. They were obviously bigger than at the beginning of the fight ? they looked like two cigarettes filters tasting the air.
She?s scared, understood Lara and she reinforced the pressure of the neck bar, making sturdy Mingre groan from the bottom of her lungs. Lara hardened the neck bar even more. The Mongolian bitch hissed.
She?s mine, said the big Russian woman but then, sturdy Mingre briskly curled, enwrapping her left leg around Lara?s neck. The Russian woman tried to get flat on her belly but the Mongolian contortionist instantly grabbed her by the mane and pulled her head over her while raising the other leg and getting Lara in a figure four neck lock just above her face.
By then, the big Russian woman had already managed to get on her belly, still cross pinning Mingre?s head and neck, but the stout Mongolian contortionist reinforced the figure four neck lock, obliging Lara to get back to her knees.
The whole audience went mad when seeing the big Russian champion curl beside the Mongolian?s body, captured in her neck lock. Lara?s creased belly was heaving in fast pace, her big breasts were coiling constantly while she did her best to break Mingre?s neck.
All of a sudden, Lara gave a savage shout, putting a terrible amount of pressure on Mingre?s cervical spine. The stout contortionist began to tremble in the grip, her breathes became coarse and her belly inflated briskly while her voluminous breasts were shaken only by the accelerated pounding of her heart. I?m doing her, said Lara to herself when feeling the contortionist?s neck bend in her powerful grip.
Lara sensed Mingre?s growing dismay and she tried to get her ass beside Mingre?s in order to get more leverage for the neck bar. It?s just a matter of leverage, had said Sovianov to her and she intended to use that damned leverage at the maximum. Her ass touched Mingre?s right flank and she felt her breathing faster and faster, unable to suck in the much needed air. She heard her gag for air. She strained harder and she managed to lean over Mingre, fully curling her and feeling her breath on her cheek. She sensed the Mongolian?s muscled legs tremble and she realized that she could move her head easier.
But, fuck Mingre?s figure four neck lock! I can break her neck even if she has me between her legs, said Lara to herself and she began to strain her arms, bending Mingre?s neck more and more. She felt her foe?s drool on her cheek and she thought that for Mingre it was all over.
Lara impinged on her knees, making her foe gag for air. She felt Mingre?s hand fumble through her mane but it was too late for her to gain anything by the hair pull. She used her forehead in order to better set the Mongolian?s head for the neck breaker and it?s only then that she felt Mingre?s free hand rummage over her butts.
She goes for the cunt, realized Lara and she moved forth, decided to finish once and for all her foe. Damn her! She got my ass hole, realized Lara moments later, as the stout Mongolian had plunged one finger in her rear entrance.
Lara hastily waddled her ass sideways, trying to escape the ass hole rake and she felt then that Mingre also tightened the figure four neck lock. Fuck her, thought Lara and, enraged, she began to throw knee blow after knee blow to Mingre?s head. However, her blows were too weak, due to that damned, insufficient leverage!
Still, Lara went on and on, hoping that somehow, her blows would stun the contortionist. But, after awhile, she understood that she behaved like a furious beginner: the knee blows did no damage to Mingre and they only wasted Lara?s resources?
I have to find a better position, she said to herself and she moved sideways until she got again in a cross stance that allowed her to deliver full strength knee blows ? and it?s in that moment that she felt the vice around her neck tighten mightily.
Lara realized on the spot that, by moving in the stance that allowed her to knee blow Mingre, she also gave her foe the needed leverage to tighten the leg neck lock. Furious, the big Russian woman began to knee thrust sturdy Mingre in the head, while also hardening the neck bar, but the contortionist was now pulling Lara by the hair with all her strength, steadying her position and enabling her to crush her neck between her legs.
What the fuck? Lara felt that her ears were humming harder and harder, rhythmically, all along with her heart beats. She felt that an abundant sweat suddenly flooded her armpits and she understood that it?s been quite a while since she had stopped knee ramming Mingre?s head.
?Oh??
Damn it! That is me, moaning! ? thought Lara and all she could do was to harden the neck bar. However, sweat was also covering her forearms, preventing her from applying the desired strength over Mingre?s neck.
?Aaaah??
Again, it has been Lara?s moan and, this time, the big Russian woman felt an icicle pierce her guts. She gathered her strength, concentrating on the neck breaking maneuver, but she suddenly felt a cold draught in her crotch.
Fuck! I?m sweating like an ole? mare! ? she said to herself and then, she felt that she was powerfully rocked from side to side while the vice of the neck scissors hardened more and more.
She parted her knees, in reflex, but there was no way to impeach sturdy Mingre from shaking her. Suddenly, she felt Mingre?s knee cap crush her throat rhythmically as the stout Mongolian woman kept scissoring her neck in brutal contractions. Lara sensed that her arms were gradually loosening the neck bar, allowing the contortionist to suck in air and she did her best to strain. She heard Mingre moan hoarsely but, a moment later, Lara was powerfully dragged forth, over Mingre.
She saw the floor for a too brief moment and, instantly afterwards, her head was steadied briskly ? clutching her eyelids, Lara felt Mingre?s legs tighten around her neck and, for some seconds, her mind blurred and she lost her control. She felt that the stout Mongolian woman was rocking her in the neck scissors but she let a coarse moan and she strained from head to toe, regaining her senses. When she opened her eyes, the floor was making waves and she was letting brief, exhaling groans, but she could still fight, damn it!
However, she realized that she was not having Mingre?s neck between her arms, in the terrible breaker? Fuck! She was now propping on erected palms and knees. Right beneath her, she guessed Mingre?s massive butts. Her foe had a hand in her hair and she was arching her head up.
Think, think, think ? said Lara to herself and she readily tried to get up but she understood that bloody Mingre was waiting for it because she readily slammed the Russian?s body to the floor, belly up.
Lara?s voluminous breasts were still dangling from the impact when Mingre twisted briskly, placing her knee cap just above the Russian woman?s wind pipe. A moment later, the contortionist propped on erected hands and, erecting like cardboard, she hardened the scissors, looking straight in Lara?s eyes.
The big Russian woman went stiff. She grabbed Mingre?s thighs, trying to part them, but all her attempts of freeing herself were futile and Mingre knew that Lara knew they were futile. Her eyes were opened wide, looking hastily from side to side. Her big breasts were quaking and her belly was inflated as she desperately tried to breath.
Let me show her who?s in charge, said Mingre to herself and she hardened the scissors, still looking in Lara?s eyes. The big Russian was not furious anymore. The big Russian was not confident anymore. The big Russian didn?t weight Mingre?s forces anymore?
The big Russian woman was fighting for her life now. Mingre saw her clutch her teeth in effort, as she tried to slide her hands between her muscled thighs.
I?ll show her that she?s helpless, thought Mingre then and she hardened her thighs.
?Oooooooh??
Lara clutched her eye lids and bridged. She is strong, realized Mingre when looking at Lara?s muscular body. Her big tits trembled, her belly was fully inflated, her arms were enwrapped in muscles that looked like steel cables.
But she?s sweating too much, said Mingre to herself when seeing Lara?s glistening thighs. Let me crush her neck, once and for all!
Soon, the big Russian woman began to shake from head to toe. Her lips were moving, as if she tried to say something, but not a sound left her mouth. Her hands began to slap the floor and her heels sled sideways, as she was wasted between Mingre?s thighs.
I have to hold on, oh my God, I have to hold on, kept Lara saying to herself. For Boris, my God, I have to hold on! Desperate, she began to twist from side to side but this only enabled Mingre to crush her neck even harder.
?Aaaaah??
Lara showed the white of her eyes as she let this loud moan. She felt that her muscles let her out and, for a moment, she thought that she was lost.
However, after a brief while, Lara felt she could breathe again. She tried to get up but her strong muscles didn?t obey her anymore. She then saw the garage turn upside down and she found herself in the air for a brief second, before the whole world reeled and a terrible pain exploded in her back.
The audience began to yell when seeing big Lara sprawled over the trunk of a car while Mingre stood in front of her. Lara brought her feet to her massive ass, unconsciously, and she crawled away from Mingre on butts and elbows but she fell on the other side of the car, in the hoorays of the audience. The Mongolian woman got to her and hoisted her up, throwing her once again over the trunk of the car.
What is happening to me? ? asked Lara herself, still not realizing that she was thrown over a car. She saw Mingre?s face between her parted knees and, as her eyes met the Mongolian?s, a terrible fear seized the big Russian woman.
She wants to kill me! ? she said to herself and she got off the trunk of the car, getting on unsteady legs. She propped her big ass against the car and she raised her hands in a trembling guard.
However, Mingre briskly leaped at the big Russian woman, forcefully grabbing her by the crotch. Lara froze but, in the next moment, the sturdy Mongolian woman delivered a most powerful head butt, provoking a loud crack and Lara?s blood began to pour abundantly off her nose. She fell backwards, on the cars? trunk, almost sliding down, being held up only by the crotch grab.
Mingre head butted again, spurting Lara?s blood all around. A moment later, she briskly strained, impaling her foe?s cunt and raising her from the ground. Lara quaked and shook her head, as if awakening and she erected herself but Mingre head butted her again, getting the Russian woman in the jaw.
I can?t breathe, realized Lara while she also felt a warm, oily fluid flooding her chin and run between her heavy breasts. Another head butt exploded in her face and Lara found herself on the car?s trunk, belly up, gazing foggily in the ceiling. A terrible burn spread from her crotch through her whole body but there was nothing that Lara could do to stop it. The Mongolian bitch was better than her.
She?s stronger than me, damn it, said Lara to herself and then, a terrible ache exploded in her left breast. Lara awkwardly raised her head and she saw Mingre bite her breast. She grabbed her by the mane, in reflex, but she couldn?t budge the Mongolian?s head away. She felt that Mingre was chewing her flesh and, then, as pain invaded her, she let an endless shriek that made the audience freeze.
Moments later, she could only moan feebly. She tried to fight back but her strong muscles were like clay. Oh my God, she said to herself. What is she doing to me, my God? She gathered her strength and she tried to overcome the pain but soon, she heard a gush and she realized that her sphincter had let her out.
She sprawled back on the car. She didn?t know why her limbs were twitching and she tried to control herself but she then heard a fart. She began to quake and, dazed, she tried to prop on her elbows but Mingre was still there, grabbing her pubic bone as if it was a handle and chewing her other breast.
Why am I not feeling the pain? ? asked Lara herself. She tried once again to hairpull Mingre but, at the sight of her torn left breast, with her big nipple spat aside on the trunk of the car, Lara?s head fell back on the trunk of the car. Why am I not feeling the pain? ? she asked herself once again when hearing Mingre chew her other breast like an animal of prey.
Suddenly, the pain came back at her. It was deep, it was excruciating and it came from her groin.
?Aaaaah? aaah? aah? ah??
Unable to scream her pain, Lara began to let deep, briefer and briefer moans, forwarding a violent twitching that ran through her body from head to toe when Mingre bit off her right nipple. The stout Mongolian then tore Lara?s thonk and grabbed her with both hands by the hairy skin of her lower belly. She pulled her as hard as she could, dragging her off the trunk of the car.
The big Russian woman fell plainly on the floor, hitting it with the shoulders and the back of her head while she was being held crotch up by the hairy skin of her belly. Snarling, Mingre dragged the big Russian woman after her in furious bursts, towards Toshiro and Ahmed, provoking wild screams in the whole audience. She then threw Lara on the floor, letting her move clumsily in the attempt of crawling away.
Toshiro looked at colonel Sovianov, smiling delicately before motioning Mingre to go on. The sturdy Mongolian woman embraced Lara?s midsection from above and raised her in the air, legs up. She rocked her twice, as if she was a heavy sack she had to carry and she threw her over another car, with the head hanging down, her strong, muscled legs laying across the trunk. She then parted Lara?s voluminous butts, exposing her wet womanhood and she brutally grabbed the flesh between the cunt and the ass hole, pulling the Russian woman up.
The big Russian woman gave a succumbing yell and she propped on erected hands but Mingre began to kick her in the head, repeatedly crushing her face against the wheel of the car. Lara?s screams went sharper and sharper until Mingre grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up, exposing her bleeding and swollen face to the audience.
Lara?s massive, torn breasts were hanging, letting lumps of clotted blood fall on the floor. Her arms were waving back and forth and she still had the reserves to pedal alternatively on the car. But then, sturdy Mingre embraced her midsection and lifted her upside down before powerfully piledriving her to the floor.
A loud crunch was heard. Big Lara went stiff for a brief second and then she crumpled to the floor. Shit began to slowly spread off her bleeding ass hole in brief unloads, concomitant with the twitching waves that traversed her body every four or five seconds.
She could still see but her sight was slowly blurring away. She tried to shake her head, in order to regain her senses but she realized that her sight went darker and darker with each moment.
I can?t breath, she realized and, gathering her strength, she rolled on her back. She heard a continuous gurgle as she was breathing and she realized that her mouth was full of froth and blood. Then she felt the smell of the feces.
I smell my shit, she said to herself. She made me shit, she made me shit, my God.
?Someone? Help?? she uttered but none came to her. Awkwardly, she turned her head aside, searching for Nikolay in the audience. She was very close to her, looking between her legs with glittering eyes. Lara realized she was still shitting but then, nothing mattered anymore because she felt cold and her body began to tremble.
What?s going on? ? she asked herself and, once more she shook her head, as if she couldn?t focus her sight anymore. What?s going on, Lord? She tried to roll on all fours but she couldn?t do it: she felt a terrible weight over her chest and she realized that stout Mingre had mounted her.
?Please? please?? she mumbled before the sturdy Mongolian leaned her forearm across Lara?s throat, putting all her weight behind it. Lara?s neck squashed. She tried to push away Mingre but the bitch had wasted her for good.
Oh my God, she kills me, realized the big Russian woman. She kills me.
?I have? a small? boy?? she pleaded but then, the lights suddenly turned off.
Mingre felt her foe?s neck flesh squash under her forearm. She pressed harder and harder, until big Lara began to shake from head to toe, stampeding and slapping the floor. Suddenly, a crack was heard and the Russian woman went stiff.
Mingre knew, however, that it was not enough. She got up and she placed her knee over Lara?s throat, leaning over it with all her weight. Another crack was heard and the big Russian woman went limp.
Now! ? said Mingre to herself, twisting her knee cap over Lara?s neck until her cervical vertebrae gave out, crunching loudly. Her muscular legs began to jerk in interrupted salvoes but soon, her fingers fully relaxed, her belly inflated slowly and she took feeble, rare breathes.
It?s only then that Mingre placed her cunt over big Lara?s mouth, suffocating her for good.

[MikeJV]

AWESOME... GREAT seeing your stories again.

MikeJV

[Jessikafights]

OH MY! Sega! It?s always erotic to see these wild, fierce women from different parts of the world engage in primal, mortal combat ? I?m actually very tempted to offer my services as a fighter! But it depends on the prize? Wink! [img]wink.gif[/img]

An added bonus this time was how you wrote several parts from Lara?s perspective, which was great!