EARNING YOUR MONEY - DEATH PAYS - A True Girl's Fight to the Death Classic by SEGA!

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EARNING YOUR MONEY - DEATH PAYS
Posted by SEGA on December 14, 19100 at 23:26:43:

'You came here by yourselves...' says Mr. Schmidt in low voice. 'It's take it, or leave it... You're free to go away whenever you want...'

I look at Lorrie, my wife. She frowns. It's difficult to earn yourself a new beginning, especially in Eastern Europe... Especially in a foreign country... Immigrants do really have to fight their way to a decent living. Lorrie says:

'I suppose... I mean, you do have an opponent for me, don't you?'

Mr. Schmidt looks across the room. There are many couples in there but he stares at a table in the corner: a long haired brunette sips from a glass of Pepsi. She looks very young, very, very young... Her husband (rather her boyfriend) sits near her, gazing thoughtfully in the thick rug.

'Coca... she's a peasant from Serbia. In rest, her story is your story.' Mr. Schmidt leans in the chair, looking over the window. 'You all come here with the same story!... Anyway, Coca agreed on the spot. She's in a desperate need of money. She's been waiting since last week for an opponent that would match her. And you do match her.' emphasizes Mr. Schmidt, evaluating Lorrie from head to toe. 'How old are you?'

'31.'

'Hmm... Coca is only 15. Do you have any fighting experience?'

'Yes. But it was not... I mean, I didn't fight in competitions.'

'That's no competition, mrs. Chera! Do I have to repeat the terms of my fights? I told you: one for the money, two for the show! I simply don't want to disapoint my customers!'

'I already understood that...'

'OK, then... You see, Coca didn't ever fight. It's the first time ever she faces another woman in a combat! What do you say now? Do you agree?'

My wife takes a glance at Coca. The Serbian girl feels Lorrie peering at her and whispers something in her boyfriend's ear. They both look now at our table.

'That girl...' chuckles Lorrie, 'isn't she too young for this?'

Mr. Schmidt ignores my wife's question and clears his voice:

'The fights you had... On which side were you mostly?'

'Usually, I won. There's only a woman... I mean a girl that managed to beat me... But that was long ago, when I was a girl too...'

I know the story. It happened in high school. One of Lorrie's classmates - a girl called Angela... She was as big as my wife - now, she was even bigger, due to the fact that she got fat... When we met, an year ago, at a restaurant, Angela and Lorrie shook hands and Angela held my wife's hand into hers a little longer than necessary, 'reminding' her of their feuds. Lorrie blushed then and invited Angela and her husband at our table. We talked about the weather and about how's life. Later in the evening, Lorrie told me about the fights she had against Angela.

It was only history then. Still, the idea of my wife getting at it with another woman took deep roots into my mind. I even talked to her about a rematch with Angela, but Lorrie reckoned she would face anyone but Angela. That woman was too much for her: she's beaten her thrice in high school. It seems that Angela turned into some kind of wild beast when fighting. In fact, my wife wore a mark that reminded her of her colleague: a scar on her forehead... In their last feud, Angela managed to get Lorrie in an armbar from behind and finished the clash by banging repeatedly my future's wife's forehead against a desk in the classroom. This happened when they were both 18 and it's that fight that finally reasoned Lorrie. She never attempted again to discuss Angela's superiority after being left unconscious on the floor.

But Angela was - Lorrie told me - the only one that beated her. In rest, all the other girls reckonned that it was better not to put up with Lorrie.

'Well, what do you say?' asks me Lorrie all of a sudden.

I look at Coca. I feel aroused by imagining my wife fighting that girl. In fact, that's why I brought my wife here after reading the add in the paper. We were in great need of money and a guy was willing to pay any woman that had enough guts to engage in a merciless clash, female to female, at his club. However, I never thought that women's fights in Prague could be so hard and so... perverted. We've just seen another feud - one of the contenders had to be carried out on a stretcher, to say nothing about the rest of the show...

But we do need the money! We do need to get to Germany! Then, all our problems will be gone! We'll have a new start there, I'm sure! It's only a matter of money and after all, Lorrie is a natural born winner and Coca isn't Angela...

I sip from my cup of coffee.

'You are the one involved, honey! It's up to you!'

My voice trembles and I'll never know if it was just the lust of anticipation or... the fear. Mr. Schmidt told us clearly: there will be no ref, the contenders will have their own way, the winner will have 1000 $, the loser 200, the fight will be filmed and none will be allowed to interfere, whatever happens in the barn... Mr Schmidt organises these contests in a barn, damn him!... And I told you what happened in that barn just an hour ago!

'But this Coca...' goes on Lorrie, 'she's just a kid...'

'Yeah... Just a kid and much lighter than you. Completely unexperienced... However, she needs the money. Too bad for her you're the only one matching her size! Too bad for her she found out so early that life isn't a joke - she and her boyfriend need that money as much as you do!'

'Aha...' shruggs Lorrie, thoughtfully. 'And you say there will be no legal consequence to... errr.. I mean....'

'Oh, c'mon, Mrs Chera! My friends are the law in Prague... Do what it suits you! In fact, the harder the beating, the higher the bonuses you'll get!'

We saw that too. The winner of the previous fight left the barn with a big bunch of bills in her hands besides the fee.

'OK, then! I'll do it, Mr. Schmidt!' states Lorrie, confidently.

Mr. Schmidt smiles in relief.

'Fine, Mrs. Chera! Fine!... Please, sign here!'

Lorrie signs the contract. It looks more like an informed consent. But we do not have any other choice, really. Then, we went to the barn.

Coca is smaller, being some 5'6' and wears a widely cleaved red robe for the fight. My wife is taller, 5'8' - she wears a black skirt and a white blouse. Both women have their sandals on. The high heels will certainly embarass them, but Mr. Schmidt said that this will only add spice and veracity to the confrontation...

Lorrie weights 132 lbs. Short haired brunette, pale skinned, she has thin muscled legs, powerful bulging buttocks, strong arms and rather broad shoulders. Coca weights 120 lbs. She is dark skinned, with long straight hair and has a most outstanding pair of mammaries. They are as big as my wife's, but firmer, due to her age...

Mr. Schmidt looks around. The two guys with the cameras are ready. The public is ready too. Not the least sound is heard as the two females do their warm up. I look at Coca's boyfriend: he takes deep drags from his cigarette. I light a cigarette too and I take a glance at the two contenders... Coca has a hooked nose and black vivid eyes that make her look like a bird of prey. Lorrie has a despising mood - as if she was some duchess or princess obliged to walk in mud. Thanks God, she looks more and more confident. She warms up calmly, taking a proud glimpse now and again upon her smaller foe.

'Are you ready?' asks Mr. Schmidt. Lorrie and Coca aqcuiesce and raise the arms in guard, easily parting their legs. A mumble runs through the crowd. 'Go!' says Mr. Schmidt, almost whispering.

It begins in the deepest silence with a shower of slaps and punches from both sides.I exhale in relief when seeing that Lorrie's hard blows force Coca to retreat from the very first seconds. However, the young peasant fights back fearless, throwing wide slaps. Soon, they begin to pant in effort, still slapping and punching. My wife fights more like a man, making me stare at her in bewilderment - she delivers straight punches that get Coca repeatedly in the face, forcing her to retreat... Jee-sus! I never thought that my wife's high school fighting record 'taught' her so much!

Coca, on her side, delivers powerful slaps, fingers hooked, ready to scratch Lorrie's face. She's not at all used to fighting, not at all... It makes me feel rather comfortable while Coca's boyfriend gets more and more nervous...

After less than half a minute, it becomes obvious that my wife, taller and heavier, has the upper hand. Slowly, she gets the girl with the back against the wall of the barn and her punches reach almost always Coca in the face. Coca's lips already bleed but she retaliates by scratching wildly, leaving marks on Lorrie's cheeks. Suddenly, bigger Lorrie gets Coca with a powerful jab to the mammaries making the girl scream in pain. The blow was so strong that it made Coca bend in two, the left arm covering the hurt breasts. Instantly, Lorrie gets her foe with an uppercut to the face, snapping Coca's head and making the peasant to meander on unsteady legs.

The crowd roars, encouraging Lorrie:

'Hug that bitch! Hug her!'

But Lorrie delivers another punch in Coca's face. This time, the young peasant pries her muscled legs in order to keep balance - her knees are already buckling and everybody understands damned well what this means. I feel great and I shout at Lorrie:

'Nice work, baby! You made her open the legs! Knock her down now! Knock her down!'

My wife delivers a straight punch to Coca's nose and a crunching noise is heard and blood spurts from the girl's nostrils. This time, her strong legs assume the shape of an inverted V and Coca hardly remains erect, trunk waving to and fro, eyes rolling in the orbits. She looks like drunk, on the point of crumpling to the floor. However, she grabs a harness hanging from the ceiling and manages to remain on two feet, gazing at Lorrie in disbelief.

'You, big whore!' she hisses.

'She's yours, Lorrie! C'mon! Finish her once and for all!' I shout.

Lorrie takes a deep breath and delivers a powerful kick to Coca's lower belly, splitting the peasant in two. The teenager is now staggering, coughing, spittle and blood falling from her mouth, unable to fight back anymore, both palms pressing on her tummy. And then, big Lorrie joins fists and delivers a devastating hammerbutt to the girl's head.

A thud is heard and Coca falls on knees in front of my wife, letting a deep moan. For God's sake! I never would've thought that my wife's fighting knowledge was so... shall I say profound?! She told me about her fighting experiences but I always thought that Lorrie fantasized a little...

I was wrong, damned wrong...

Meanwhile, Coca tries to get up, encouraged by the crowd, but all she can do is to shake head, dazzled. However, she finds the resources to leap forwards, embracing Lorrie's calves. My wife is taken by surprise and tries to free herself, but Coca impinges forcefully on knees, raises Lorrie from the floor and makes her stumble on butts, calves caught in the girl's embrace.

The crowd starts to cheer them both as they struggle on the floor. Coca impinges madly on knees, having Lorrie's calves caught in her arms, forcing the bigger woman to crawl back on butts. Sweat covers their faces and their groans slowly turn to short screams of effort. Coca is very strong, I must admit, and steadily shoves Lorrie backwards, but my wife suddenly catches her off guard by curling and grabbing the girl by the hair. In a blink, she forcefully pulls Coca's head toward her.

'Aaaaaah!' the girl yells and tries to pull away Lorrie's hand from her mane, but this enables my wife to free her legs from the embrace and she immediately enwraps them around Coca's neck. Lorrie's thighs contract instantly and she crosses the ankles on Coca's back, making her freeze.

'Aaaaah!...' the girl opens wide the eyes, in disbelief. She tries to pry my wife's powerful thighs, but Lorrie strains harder, exhibiting the steel muscles of her thighs.

'Yeah!' shouts someone. 'She's yours, woman! Crush her neck! Crush her!'

My wife starts working on Coca's neck and it's a matter of seconds until forcing the young peasant on her right side. Coca grunts like an animal, clutching hands to Lorrie's knees, but there is no way she can pry them. However, she struggles and twists madly and all of a sudden, she manages to roll Lorrie on the belly. The girl is damned strong and although she has her neck caught between Lorrie's knees, she manages to get atop, mounting in reverse on my wife's back. Lorrie seems to be surprised by Coca's fast maneuver and twists forcefully, forcing Coca again on the right side. For some seconds they both remain on their sides, breathing heavily, while the public starts to cheer them. Lorrie has her mouth opened - her bulging eyes are stuck to mine but she doesn't make the least sign of acknowledgement when I shout at her:

'Good girl, Lorrie! Crush her neck! She's yours! She's damned yours!'

'Go, woman, go! Finish her! I bet 1000 $ on you! Go! Go! Go!' shouts someone.

The crowd goes mad and the roar in the barn becomes unbearable. Bills are waved in the air, as the people encourage both females. It will be fine... Most have bet on Lorrie and they all encourage her, promising a great deal of money. It's only a matter of minutes before all that money will be ours, thanks God!

The sight of the bills makes my wife strain with all her might, crushing Coca's neck between the knees. The young peasant seems to be more and more overwhelmed - head poking from between Lorrie's legs, she exhales and gives a loud groan, making the public clap hands and urge Lorrie to finish smaller Coca once and for all.

However, Coca gathers her forces and suddenly resorts to kneeing my wife in the back. She hits very hard and the first couple of blows gets Lorrie between the shoulder blades. My wife is shaken from head to toe and the audience roars again, encouraging her - gritting in effort, Lorrie reinforces the neck scissor, but this seems only to enrage the young peasant who hits harder and harder Lorrie in the back. Bigger Lorrie answers by delivering a couple of elbows in Coca's lower belly, but the girl becomes a kneeing machine that gets my wife stronger and stronger in the spine.

The two guys with the cameras are pro and get it all on film. One of them kneels and approaches my wife's face - she is being shaken, her eyes are writhed and shut, her mouth is gritting. She seems to be in a state of trance, letting brief pants after each shaking blow she receives. Coca hits in slow pace, taking care to put all her strength behind each knee thrust, eliciting deep thuds when hitting Lorrie's back. My wife lets brief moans of pain after each blow and after awhile, spittle spurts from her mouth as Coca goes on banging her back.

'The big woman sure knows how to stand the pain...' notices a man near me.

All at once, one of Coca's blows violently shakes Lorrie, making her rale sharply. Arching her back, she takes a deep breath and the buttons of her blouse snap - my wife's bare tits fall out of the blouse, dangling madly in rhythm with her breathes. Another knee thrust shakes Lorrie, making her scream in sheer pain and this time, she lets lose of Coca's neck and gets on all fours, hastily crawling away from the girl. My wife's hanging breasts sway to and fro like a pair of big flesh bags while her pink nipples swell under our eyes, showing Lorrie's adrenalin rush...

Meantime, Coca gets on all fours and it takes the two females only a couple of moments before they turn to face each other, on knees. Yelling in rage, they crawl towards each other, enlacing arms and the struggle starts all over. Lorrie plunges her left hand in Coca's mane and starts punching her in the face, alternating forehands and backhands. The young peasant punches too, but slowly, she is forced on butts - her blows hardly reach Lorrie who manages to get atop Coca. Grunting, Coca twists beneath Lorrie, but my wife is clearly advantaged by weight and steadies her position above the young peasant. She clutches the left hand to her foe's throat, delivering fist after fist in her face. The girl is shaken from head to toe and she desperately flails her muscled legs besides Lorrie's trunk, but to no avail. It only makes her robe roll up, revealing her white panties. Gosh! - I find myself thinking - Coca has a tremenduous pair of thighs and calves! But then, I look at my wife: she also has muscled legs... It's only that I never saw her fighting and straining like that before... The fibers of my wife's muscles show like bulging cables, vibrating and changing their shapes continuously.

'I'll break you to pieces, you, little whore!' shouts Lorrie, enraged.

The girl struggles beneath my wife but Lorrie delivers fist after fist in her face and the crowd lets a wild roar as Coca slowly outstretches the legs, worn out by the strong blows. My wife snarls and cocks her fist, preparing for a devastating punch and it's then that Coca takes everyone by surprise, when grabbing Lorrie's bare mammaries that hang freely above her. Yelling sharply, the bigger woman opens wide the eyes - she delivers a hard punch, blood spurts from Coca's face, but the dark skinned girl deeply engulfs the fingers in the soft globes of titflesh.

'Milk the big whore! Milk her!' shouts a woman and Lorrie lets a wild howl as Coca starts kneading her breasts furiously. The peasant digs her fingers deeper and deeper in Lorrie's white mammaries, but my wife retaliates by kneeing the girl between parted legs.

'Hraaaaaaah!' Coca curls beneath my wife but still clutches her bare tits, while Lorrie delivers another knee thrust in the girl's private parts, throwing quakes through her body.

This time, Coca shouts sharply, jerking her head from side to side and Lorrie knees her once more in the groin, making the dark skinned girl yell in agony.

'Hraaaaaaaaah!... My cunt!... Hraaaaaah!'

'You got her, Lorrie! You got her! She's yours!' I shout as my wife briskly grabs Coca's robe, tearing it's top.

The teenager's firm breasts pop out of the red material and Lorrie readily starts to punch them, making the public go wild. The girl yells from the bottom of her lungs, each blow flattening her firm mammaries - she twists from side to side, she snakes, while Lorrie's hard blows slowly turn Coca's breasts to a swelling jelly. The shouts of the crowd covers the girl's loud screams but she still has the strength to squeeze Lorrie's soft mammaries. For awhile, they go on, Lorrie punching the girl's breasts, the latter crushing the bigger woman's tits until, all of a sudden, Coca lets lose of Lorrie's left mammary and takes off her right sandal.

Hissing like a lumberjack, she hits as hard as she can with the spiked heel in Lorrie's left butt. The heel pierces the black skirt and dissapears half it's length in my wife's muscled buttock. Lorrie yells sharply and, instantly, Coca starts twisting the heel in my wife's flesh, making her shout from the bottom of her lungs. Crying wildly, the bigger woman leaps back and readily grabs the sandal stuck in her butt, extruding it from the flesh. Blood pours from the wound, staining the black skirt. Lorrie looks at the wound with wide opened eyes and slowly, her face fills with the most violent rage I ever saw.

'You, small slut!...' she shouts, ready to throw herself over Coca.

But then, the younger peasant forcefully kicks Lorrie in the belly with her left foot, sinking deeply her spiked heel in my wife's tummy.

'Aaaaaaaaaaah!'

Blood spurts on the spot from Lorrie's belly - she curls in front of laying Coca, hands clutched to Coca's left calf. Grinning, the latter starts stomping my wife's head with the bare foot, elliciting brief grunts after each blow. The crowd roars, urging Coca to go on and now it's Coca's turn to assault Lorrie, stunning her more and more with every blow. She goes on hitting her in the back of the head with her bare heel while mercilessly thrusting forwards her left heel. Curled, Lorrie quakes, unable to straighten herself, covering her head with the left arm. However, she finds the resources to bite Coca's left thigh, making the young peasant yell and soon, both women split, Coca crawling away on butts, Lorrie retreating on all fours.

Some seconds go by, in which the crowd encourages them as both recover, looking like wild animals licking their wounds. They get up cautiously and I suddenly find myself thinking that Lorrie looks worse than the teenager: blood ruisselates from her left buttock and from her fast heaving potbelly, while her messed hair sticks to her sweatened face.

'Are you all right, Lorrie?' I suddenly shout at her.

'Damned I am!' This kid' She defends herself pretty well!' ' I eye the girl; she looks more confused than my wife, taking short glimpses around, as if looking for a weapon ' 'But I'll show her something!' yells bigger Lorrie who attacks all at once, rushing head forwards, engulfing it in Coca's belly. The teenager gulps, mammaries bouncing from the impact, but yelling briefly, she succeeds in enwrapping her arms around Lorrie's waist from above. They let brief screams and squirm violently for some moments before falling to their knees, Coca steadying her position over my wife. The struggle goes on, Lorrie pushing harder and harder, in the hope of rolling smaller Coca on back, but the girl manages to steady herself on parted knees, getting her trunk atop of my wife.

Panting hoarselly, Lorrie thrusts her body forwards, making Coca slide backwards on knees, but the girl grunts heavily - she reinforces the reverse hug and God! - it's only now that I see how strong Coca's arms are! The veins on her forearms inflate as she hardens the waist squeeze and, while Lorrie impinges on knees, the girl steadies her position, getting a good hold of my wife beneath her. Then, she starts rocking the bigger female from side to side in powerful bursts. Lorrie moans faster and faster, her voice gradually going sharp as Coca strengthens the waist hug.

'Yeah, baby! Go on! Go on!' shouts Coca's boyfriend. 'Wear her out! Wear her out!'

'C'mon, Lorrie! Fight back! Fight back!' I urge her but the peasant rocks my wife's trunk harder and harder and it becomes obvious that Lorrie can't oppose the maneuver. She tries to resist by propping on palms and knees, she strains in the attempt of assuming a steady stance but, letting brief groans of dismay, she gradually collapses beneath Coca, mammaries thrown from side to side under the continuous tossing.

After awhile, Coca stops, recovering her breath. Having the bigger woman curled like a frog beneath her, the young peasant suddenly goes for Lorrie's skirt which she tears open up to the waist, revealing the back of my wife's strong thighs and muscled butts. Lorrie's panties are deeply engulfed in her ass crease and the girl grabs a handful of my wife's groin while slipping her other hand between Lorrie's parted thighs, clutching the fingers on my wife's pubic fat.

Lorrie gave a high pitched scream as Coca's fingers forcefully squeezed her labies and Venus mound through the white panties. She jumped aside trying to throw off the girl, but Coca suddenly mounted on my wife's back and readily enwrapped her waist with the legs. Lorrie attempted to roll then, but Coca hardened the leg scissors making the bigger female quake and moan in dismay.

'Crush 'er, Coca! Crush 'er! She can't stand your legs! She cannot!' shouted Coca's boyfriend.

'Throw her off, Lorrie! Throw her off!' I shouted too, hardly covering the crowd's encouragements.

Grunting loudly, my wife attempted to flip Coca over, but the peasant strained mightily, making Lorrie crumple on the floor, overwhelmed by this surge of power. Soon, my wife found herself laying on belly beneath smaller Coca, waist squeezed, wildly flailing her calves. In less than a blink, the girl grabbed Lorrie's right ankle, bringing my wife's heel against her butt. The girl held her like that for some moments and looked at her boyfriend with empty eyes before she started to work on my wife's vulva with the other hand, pulling wildly on Lorrie's private flesh through the panties.

'Omygod! No! Omygod! My cunt! Ooooooh! My cuuuuunt!'

Screaming, my wife jerked on erected palms, trying to free herself, but her face was slowly going red from pain and, desperate, she suddenly plunged the teeth in Coca's calves, crossed beneath her. The peasant shouted like mad as Lorrie chewed her calves and suddenly took off my wife's right sandal and started to heel thrust her butts. Lorrie raled sharply, but bit even harder, forcing Coca to let lose of her, hastily crawling over my wife's trunk.

Instantly, they found themselves on all fours, heads in opposite directions, looking haggardly around, asses almost touching. Their bare breasts were hanging freely, bouncing in rhythm with their heavy breathes. Slowly, they got up, shaking heads and after some moments they turned to face each other, arms raised in guard. Their hair was a mess, blood was creeking from Coca's face and calves while dark gluing stains were spreading on Lorrie's left butt and belly. My wife got rid of the left sandal but since she was unable to recover her breath, the dark skinned teenager took her time to take off her own left sandal and, holding a sandal in each hand, she cautiously approached the bigger woman. Coca's torn robe was rolled down around the waist, revealing her fast heaving mammaries, while Lorrie's blouse was wide opened, breasts swaying freely and her skirt was torn in the back, exposing her strong thighs and ass. She took small steps backwards, eyes stuck to her opponent's face..

'I'll piss in your ugly mouth, you little whore...' hissed my wife.

'I'll stick my shit in your sucking throat, ole' cow!' snarled Coca.

The audience went wild then, covering my encouragements. Coca's boyfriend was yelling something too - but who could hear us anymore?

The girl rushed forwards, delivering a blow with the heel of the sandal, but Lorrie was expecting it and readily caught Coca's wrist before grabbing her mane with the right hand and tossing her head from side to side. However, the teenager spiked my wife with the other sandal getting her in the right breast.

'Hraaaaaah!'

Bigger Lorrie leaped back and Coca went after her, ready to strike again with the heel, but my wife kicked her forcefully in the pubic bone, splitting the girl in two and making her join the legs. Enraged, Lorrie went on by powerfully shoving Coca, throwing her on butts and before the girl realised what was happening, she was kneed in the face.

Coca's head snapped backwards and she fell on back, giving a hiccough as she found herself mounted by bigger Lorrie. Pinning her head to the ground with the right hand, my wife started to pummel Coca's face with the other hand, in the crowd's growing roars of encouragement. A small guy rushed to my wife and readily slipped a bill in her waist band before being taken back by Mr. Schmidt's bodyguards.

'Yeaah! You're doing fine, woman! Fine!' shouted the small guy.

However, my wife's tactics made Coca go wild and she spiked bigger Lorrie once more with the heel of the sandal - this time, she got her in the left flank.

'Haaaaaaaaaaah!... You... Dirty kid!'

'Big whore! I'll damn' kill you!'

Lorrie erected the trunk and tried to get rid of the sandal spiking her, but Coca briskly bumped her hips upwards, shaking the bigger woman. Lorrie readily punched her face, throwing Coca once more on the floor, but the latter delivered a double blow with both sandals, getting Lorrie in the flanks.

My wife opened wide the eyes and froze on the spot, standing on knees as the smaller female crawled away on butts. Blood stained her blouse, sprawling on the material and Lorrie gave a bewildered look at her wounds, contorting her lips.

'Small slut! I'll tear you apart!' shouted my wife and crawled on knees after her younger foe, but Coca briskly jerked her muscled legs forward and managed to enwrap Lorrie's waist, crossing ankles behind her back. The momentum threw my wife backwards and she found herself sitting on joined heels. Grumbling in fury, she raised on knees and, grabbing Coca's hair with both hands, she started to rock her from side to side. However, the girl was already straining her powerful legs around my wife's waist, making her take short breathes and move harder and harder. She hit Lorrie again with the heels, in the thighs this time, making the bigger woman shout from the bottom of her lungs, but this only added even more fury in my wife's eyes, who forcefully leaned forwards, outwrestling smaller Coca on back.

Once more, the peasant hit her with the sandals but Lorrie couldn't be stopped: she started to bang the girl's head against the ground, elliciting brief grunts from the smaller female. Soon, Coca was dazzled and lost both sandals from her hands. The squirm grew in intensity as the girl hardened the scissors and I started to shout, urging Lorrie to go on.

'Yeah, baby! Crush her! Crush her, baby!'

The girl had her eyes wide opened as she couldn't oppose the head banging, but managed to hold tight her legs around Lorrie's midsection. And then, as if the assault gave her access to unknown resources, Coca suddenly went for Lorrie's throat, catching her off guard. Her fingers clutched around my wife's neck and before Lorrie could do anything, Coca's thumbs burried in her windpipe.

'Aaaah!... You... bloody kid!... I'll damned kill you!'

My wife yelled wildly and went on with the head bangs while the peasant hardened the choke and the waist squeeze. Lorrie's face was turning blue already and, desperate, she brought both knees frontwards as much as she could, placing them besides Coca's trunk and raised her muscled ass in the air, lifting the younger female from the ground. She took a deep breath and forcefully banged the girl's head against the floor, making Coca grunt in disaray.

'Ooooh... Fuck you, ole' whore!... Haah!'

'I'll kill you, kid! I'll kill you!'

Curled beneath Lorrie, the girl groaned and gathered her strength, reinforcing both grips. Her robe rolled up completely, revealing her extremely muscled thighs on full length. She dug the thumbs even deeper in Lorrie's throat, making my wife open the mouth and take shallow breathes, as if she were a fish thrown on a bank; still, she went on banging Coca's head against the concrete floor. Her hanging breasts were quaking like gelatin and sweat showed on her potbelly as she took hoarse breathes but she was slowly getting the upper hand, dazzling the girl with each head bang, while Coca could do nothing more than hold on to the grips. With every move, the panties dissapeared completely in my wife's ass crease, revealing her big butts and I felt a strange surge build up in me. Pride, lust and arousal melted in that weird feeling, while watching my wife dominate so copiously her much younger foe. Coca's eyes were losing focus from time to time, her breasts coiled in rhythm with the head bangs while her crossed ankles were reinforcing the waist squeeze only now and then, showing the girl's confusion.

'She's yours, honey!' I shouted. 'That small bitch is yours! Do it! Do it! The money is ours!'

'Yeah!' shouted some guys in the audience. 'Finish that girl! Finish her, woman! You're stronger than her!'

Coca was grunting in fearful tones, showing the white of her eyes, letting brief screams after each thud. But somehow, she managed to hold on, sensing that the double grip she had on the bigger female was her only way out. If she could exhaust once and for all that elder bitch... seemed to say the girl's writhing traits.

'Punch the whore! Blow her face off, baby!' I shouted and Lorrie readily followed the advice, as she felt Coca's thighs losen around her midsection. She delivered fist after fist in her foe's face but after awhile, Coca moaned loudly in sheer effort and her fingers slowly buried in Lorrie's throat - some seconds went by in which it became obvious that my wife's blows were gradually losing strength under the choke.

'Jee-sus Christ!...Hrrrhaaaah! You... stinking peasant... I'll... hraaaaah... I'll crush you!'

'Big cow... Aaaaaaaaaah... I'll shit on you!' shouted Coca back, hardening the choke.

My wife started to breathe hoarselly and a man in the audience yelled:

'Choke her, girl! Choke the bloody whore!'

'Punch her, Lorrie! Blow her face off!'

Still, Lorrie kept Coca's head pinned to the ground while driving relentless punches in her face. Suddenly, Coca's ass jerked and her thighs slid upwards on my wife's trunk. The peasant was now curled completely beneath Lorrie, calves crossed on her back. As she strained harder and harder, Lorrie began to punch faster and faster in the hope to alleviate the pressure of Coca's scissors but after awhile, Lorrie's legs let her out and she crumpled over Coca. My wife gave a deep moan and tried to get back on all fours but crumpled again over the girl, worn out by the scissors. For awhile, they remained like that, their sweatened breasts rubbing against each other's, cheek to cheek, wet hair mingling. Unable to recover her breath, Lorrie layed like a frog over her foe while the girl steadied the choke and the waist squeeze upon her.

'Bloody woman!' hissed the girl. 'I'll soak you! I'll blow the shit off you!'

'Bite her! Bite her neck, baby!' I shouted, and Lorrie did her best to mursecate Coca's left shoulder, grunting like a wild she-bear. The peasant gave a yell of pain and hardened the leg squeeze. Lorrie moaned hoarselly and plunged her teeth in Coca's neck, making her squeal. but Coca managed to bury her right thumb so deep in my wife's throat that a squeak was heard.

Lorrie gave a sharp scream and briskly arched the trunk - although she escaped the choke, she was drained and could only gaze around in confusion, hardly standing above Coca on shaking arms. Lorrie's eyes met mine but she was looking through me, aimlessly. Suddenly, the smaller female reinforced the leg squeeze around my wife's midsection, making her writhe the eyelids - she tried to withstand the growing pressure and strained forcefully - instantly, her proud mammaries, tumefied and covered by sweat, started to heave in fast pace.

'Ooooh... bloody girl!... Aaaaaah!... I'll.... I'll...'

'I'll bloody tear you apart, big slut!' hissed Coca and, jerking from beneath exhausted Lorrie, got my wife's neck in a reverse lock with the left arm. Big Lorrie was taken off guard by the maneuver and gave a sharp moan of surprise when finding herself caught in that double hold. In less than a blink, Coca squeezed the bigger female's neck at her armpit and started to strangle and leg scissor her concomitantly, arching her back in brief bursts that slowly curled my wife's trunk.

'Mmhaah!... Damned... Mwoaah!... You little... Mwoahh!... whore!... H-aaaaaaah!'

'Yeah, Coca!' shouted her boyfriend. 'The big cow's no match to you! Break her neck! Break her neck!'

Lorrie parted the calves, propping on the balls of her bare feet and after some seconds, she desperately started to impinge on the tip of her soles, but the smaller female was in control now, hardening both holds. Bigger Lorrie struggled madly and managed to bump Coca's body backwards for two times, making her slide on the floor.

'Crush her! Crush her!' shouted Coca's boyfriend. 'You're stronger than her! Give 'er hell! Give 'er hell!'

The peasant's face was a mask of writhed traits, her mouth was gritting and her eyes bulged in deep rage. Groaning, she arched her back in bursts, gradually curling Lorrie's trunk over hers, making my wife's butts pry wider and wider as she spread her knees in order to maintain the control of her body. The girl strained even harder, however, making Lorrie give a sharp moan of confusion - trying to resist, she pried her legs at maximum until the tufts surrounding her private holes showed off... Bigger Lorrie still had resources and impinged on feet, but Coca strained with all her might, forcing my wife to freeze above her like cardboard: legs wide spread, propping on the balls of her feet, Lorrie was now unable to make the least move.

'Fight, Lorrie! Fight, for God's sake! She's just a kid! You can do it! You can!' I yelled.

However, Coca tightened the holds, sensing the bigger woman weaken in the powerful embrace. Groaning in effort, my wife strained for all she was worth, trembling from head to toe, the muscles on her legs and butts bulging, but the girl's outburst of power showed it's effect after some moments, as Lorrie's parted legs relaxed in slow motion.

'Yeaah, Coca... The ole' slut soaks... Go on! Go on!'

The girl sensed that slowly, the bigger woman was losing control of herself and began to toss Lorrie in powerful jerks - all my wife could do was to moan briefly above her smaller foe. Suddenly, my wife took a deep breath and impinged on the balls of her feet: the steel muscles on her thighs and calves showed her strength at full; her palms propped on the concrete floor and she twisted in brief bursts, attempting to escape Coca's crushing legs. The crowd went mad, encouraging my wife, and Lorrie started to slowly push the peasant on the floor, making her give brief grunts of effort.

However, the girl strengthened both holds, quivering - my wife twisted herself about, hissing, she pedalled on the floor and impinged on feet, raising her big butts in the air. Her breathes went louder, her potbelly coiled in fast pace, rubbing against Coca's abdomen. Their sweatened mammaries were intermingled in that wild embrace in which each female attempted to get the control of the clash. Curses and hisses were heard from each one, they squirmed and twisted, they groaned and snaked savagely. Suddenly, Lorrie gave a muffled scream and impinged as hard as she could on the balls of her feet, pushing the girl on the floor for two or three inches, encouraged by the shouts of the crowd.

'Get the girl! Get her! Get her!'

'Fuck you, ole' slut!' moaned Coca, scissoring Lorrie in powerful outbursts.

'I'll... aaah... I'll piss all over you!' hissed my wife but Coca's thighs strained savagely and a crackle was heard - again, bigger Lorrie gave a pant of helplesness and outstretched the legs, overpowered. She hastily parted her calves, propping on the balls of her feet, searching for a better leverage. However, the girl hardened the leg squeeze making my wife strain like rock from head to toe for some seconds. For awhile, they both froze, straining harder and harder, faces going red before bigger Lorrie let a muffled oooooh, losing once more the control of her strong legs and outstretching them. Her spread feet rested now flat on the floor, soles up, heels pointing outwards, motionless. Her torn skirt was rolled up around my wife's waist, revealing her muscled butts, the left one bleeding profusely from the previous heel thrusts... Some seconds went by and Lorrie remained like that, trapped in the double grip.

The people in the audience clapped hands as, gradually, my wife began to take shallow breathes, unable to oppose the girl's scissoring and strangling. Shivering uncontrollably, big Lorrie parted the feet as much as she could and attempted for the third time to raise her big ass, but her muscled legs failed her once more - she remained on knees and split calves, hardly breathing, her now dirty soles looking up in a stance of confusion. The panties were stuck in her ass crease and, as my wife's butts were pried, we could all see the brown circle of skin surrounding her ass hole. The delicate tufts spread around it were moistened as sweat gathered in her broad groin. She could hardly breathe, head captured beneath Coca's left armpit. Lorrie's blouse was glued to her back from perspiration and her loins were bare as the blouse rolled up, revealing the strong muscles on my wife's back: still, she was straining, in order to oppose the scissors.

'You got the big cow, Coca! You got her!' shouted the peasant's boyfriend. 'She's all yours, now! She can't fight anymore! Crush 'er! Crush 'er!'

Lorrie moaned, parting wider her legs. This time, her private parts showed off at full, briskly reminding me of the contract... I looked at Mr Schmidt - he was whispering something in a woman's ear - and, as my wife squirmed uselessly in the girl's embrace, panties engulfing deeper and deeper in her vagina, labies exposed besides the material, ass hole clearly exhibited, I heard once more Coca's boyfriend shout:

'I tell you Coca, that woman is soaked! Crush 'er with your legs! Crush 'er!'

Lorrie was still squirming in the double embrace, gasping, groin shivering... She impinged on her feet once more, trying to free herself, but Coca forcefully strained and shouted:

'No use, woman! You're mine, ole' slut, damn you!' she snarled before briskly rolling, getting the bigger female beneath her.

Outpowered, Lorrie let a hoarse scream and remained motionless under Coca, unable to make the least move, caught in that double hold. For a short lapse of time, Coca froze too, recovering her breath. Then, the smaller female steadied herself on Lorrie's belly, squeezing her waist, while hardening the reverse neck lock. My wife's face was looking haggard, eyes bulging, mouth half opened. Moaning briefly, she started to pedal on the floor but her bare heels slid uselessly, exhibiting her helplesness. Her cheeks were red from the effort and her creased potbelly was now heaving in mad pace, lucent with perspiration. Suddenly, Coca strengthened both holds and a crack was heard.

'Omygod!' moaned my wife, raising the calves in the air.

'I gotcha', woman!' hissed Coca, hardening more and more the holds. 'I gotcha'!'

My wife strained with all her might, enwrapping the arms around Coca's midsection, trying to resist the squeeze. She was now jerking her legs rhythmycally and her breathes went faster and faster as the girl was gradually crushing her waist between thighs.

'Ooh... Omygod!' moaned Lorrie again, her traits showing her growing fear. Sighing, she propped on feet and pedalled in outbursts for two or three times, trying to throw Coca off balance but the teenager reinforced the scissors making my wife jerk the calves in the air. Damned!... Some seconds passed and, gulping briefly, Lorrie could now only slowly flutter the feet, in rhythm with her breathes...

'Crush 'er! She's all yours! Crush the big bitch!' shouted Coca's boyfriend. 'She's finished! She's damned finished!'

My wife desperately attempted to bridge beneath the peasant. It was clear, however, that she couldn't overcome the situation in this way and, sensing it, she vividly grabbed Coca's buttocks with both hands, prying them and slipped her right fingers in her foe's ass crease, beneath the white panties.

The peasant grunted wildly but couldn't avoid the cunt scratch that followed. After some moments, Lorrie was snatching Coca's tufts in handfuls, making the smaller female yell in sheer pain. Coca advanced on Lorrie's chest, her ass flattening my wife's breasts but Lorrie hung on to the peasant's groin, head awfully flexed over her own chest, face poking from beneath the smaller woman's left armpit..

Coca strained even harder and Lorrie gave a desperate look, hands fumbling on the younger peasant's strong buttocks, unable to catch anymore her soft parts. She opened wide her mouth, forces fading away as the smaller peasant scissored her rib cage in brutal bursts. Coca's knees seemed to sink in Lorrie's trunk, crushing her lower ribs while bending the bigger woman's neck as much as she could.

'Break her bones, hon'! You're stronger than her! Break the cow's bones!' shouted Coca's boyfriend.

Sweat covered them both. Coca's robe being rolled up, we could see her white panties slowly engulf in her ass crease - they were moistened, while drops of perspiration ran over the peasant's back of the thighs. Meanwhile, Lorrie's blouse was also moistened at the armpits and her face was wet lucent. Mammaries fallen apart, we could see Lorrie's brown nipples swell under our eyes, showing her adrenalin rush...

'Rake her bloody cunt!' I shouted in desperation.

'C'mon, woman! Scratch 'er! Scratch 'er!' cried a man near me as a bunch of guys in the audience raised hands in triumph - those who bet on Coca, I presume.

Bigger Lorrie strained with all her might, opposing the rib crush and again, her hands clutched to Coca's powerful buttocks, prying them. Her fingers were advancing slowly across the smaller female's butt flesh, approaching the ass hole, fully exhibited as Lorrie forcefully pried the girl's buttocks.

They went squirming like this for some seconds and, suddenly, Lorrie felt one of the sandals with her elbow. She grabbed it and began to spike the smaller female in the loins. Coca shrieked in sheer pain and Lorrie plunged once more the heel in her foe's loins, sinking deeply the heel in the girl's flesh.

'Oh, nooooo!'

The peasant erected the trunk and leaped forwards, placing her strong butts over Lorrie's breasts. But the bigger woman hung on to the spiking heel, twisting it in Coca's flesh, making her shriek sharply. Blood was now pouring on Coca's butts and back but finally, Coca placed her shins over Lorrie's arms, pinning my wife's elbows to the ground.

Lorrie's arms were now fumbling aimlessly in the air, delivering awkward blows wit the heel of the sandal. Coca snarled then and Lorrie felt what was about to happen - she tried to bridge, attempting to dismount the smaller female, but Coca started to powerfully pummel my wife in the face.

'Yes! Yes! Kill her! Kill her!' shouted Coca's boyfriend, as big Lorrie uselessly flailed her long legs in the air.

Coca's blows were so hard that my wife's forearms outstretched after some seconds. The peasant kept pummelling Lorrie, encouraged by the wild roars of the crowd, throwing my wife's head from side to side.

'Fight back, honey! Fight back!' I shouted and, gathering strength, Lorrie fluttered the legs in the air, trying to hook Coca's trunk.

But her bare feet couldn't reach the younger female anymore. Soon, Lorrie's knees were pointing uselessly to the ceiling, shaking in rhythm with Coca's pummelling. My wife's face was thrown alternatively to the left and to the right by the girl's blows, blood spurting in bursts from her broken lips and nostrils... She screamed in deep tones, trying to punch Coca at her turn, but all her attempts to fight back were helpless.

'Bridge, Lorrie! Throw the bitch off you! Throw her off!' I yelled.

'Go on, Coca! Her end is near! Go on!' shouted the girl's boyfriend.

And then, once more, the peasant went for the choke, wildly acclaimed by the audience. Leaning forwards, she added her own weight to the choke, making Lorrie snake as shattered beneath her. The bigger woman bucked and sprang like a wild bronco, threw the legs in the air and stampeded on the floor, raled and twisted, but the dark skinned girl was hardening the choke mercilessly. After some seconds, Lorrie started to slap the ground with both palms, desperate and, sensing that Coca would go to the very end, she gathered her strength and began to powerfully bridge in bursts.

The girl was taken off guard by this sudden surge and fell forwards. However, she had my wife's throat in her fingers and, leaning over Lorrie, she reinforced the choke. Meanwhile, the bigger woman succeeded in bridging beneath the peasant and strained mightily, trying to flip Coca off her. The crowd started to cheer as both women struggled forcefully, Coca hardening the choke, my wife throwing her bare heels upwards, in the attempt of hooking the girl's trunk.

Suddenly, Lorrie managed to fold enough beneath Coca and she slid her muscled calves under the peasant's trunk, crossing them beneath Coca's chest. In less than a blink, bigger Lorrie was curled like a ball, scissoring in reverse her astonished foe, butts pointing straight to the ceiling behind the girl's loins. Coca was still choking my wife, but her position prevented her from getting the needed leverage to finish once and for all the elder woman.

Hisses and curses were heard then, interspersed by brief moans of effort. Both began to tremble, reinforcing their holds. My wife started to waddle her ass from side to side, shaking the girl, and hardened the scissors, but Coca parted her feet as much as she could, maintaining the position atop. As Lorrie's surge was slowly fading off, it was the girl's turn to pant louder and strengthen the choke, throwing shivers through my wife's body.

Lorrie grunted like an animal and fought back, reinforcing the scissors and, for awhile, both females strained forcefully, moaning briefly, looking straight in each other's eyes. Coca leaned forwards more and more, curling the bigger woman beneath her, but Lorrie's thighs contracted madly - her muscles bulged and, although choked beneath Coca, my wife's thighs crushed the smaller female's ribs, making her grumble:

'Hgr-aaaah! You... aaaaah... damn' ole'... whore!'

Coca gritted and began to furiously jib over my wife's windpipe. Lorrie gurgled and strengthened the scissors, hissing in rage. The girl started to pump the hips in fast pace and, for awhile, Coca looked like a man having a blow job done by a tall woman curled beneath her. However, Lorrie strained harder and harder, making the peasant's face turn red - soon, the girl's trunk was slowly straigthened up by my wife's powerful legs. Coca's eyes looked desperate as she couldn't oppose the growing force of my wife's scissors but, giving a wild growl, she went on choking the bigger woman.

However, she was losing the upper hand as Lorrie started to crush her trunk in powerful bursts and after some seconds, the now erect girl was forced to struggle for maintaining her position atop - kneeling, shins on my wife's arms, Coca was still choking Lorrie, but the big woman's calves, crossed in front of the girl's chest, were gradually pushing her trunk backwards.

'Aah! You... aaaah... you, big slut!'

The teenager let a hoarse moan as she was briskly forced backwards, chest caught in the powerful scissors and Lorrie took the opportunity to raise her trunk on extended palms. However, Coca managed to recollect and, sitting on my wife's lower belly, gathered her forces and reinforced the choke, impinging on the balls of her feet for all she was worth. Slowly, she was again leaning forwards, pushing Lorrie to the ground.

Both started to quiver in fast pace. The people in the audience were mumbling louder and louder as the two females fought now to push each other on back. Still curled in two, my wife managed to completely straighten her trunk on extended palms, only her straining thighs parting her from Coca's body. Propped on wide parted knees, the girl sat now on Lorrie's hips, trembling faster and faster as she felt she was on the point of losing balance. The bigger woman strained harder, her thighs becoming a pack of steel ropes that crushed the girl's ribs, but the latter gave a sharp moan and reinforced the choke, breathing through clenched teeth.

'Ho-ly... Vir... gin!'

My wife hardened the scissors, giving brief pants. Coca was choking her in outbursts, eyes bulging in effort and soon it became obvious that Lorrie's power was again fading away. Her legs and butts were trembling, sweat was gathering in the creases of her potbelly, her breathes went faster and faster with every second.

Now, they faced each other. Sitting on butts and propping on erected arms, body folded, Lorrie hardened the scissors. Sitting on my wife's hips and pushing on the soles of her feet, on the point of being stumbled backwards, Coca was hardening the choke. Lorrie reinforced the leg scissors, pushing stronger on her palms, in order to gain the much needed leverage to exhaust Coca. In response, the dark skinned girl buried the thumbs in my wife's windpipe, giving all that she could.

'Ah?'

Bewildered by Coca's burst of power, the bigger woman strained with all her might, looking straight in the peasant's face with red streaked eyes. The teenager answered by hardening the choke even more. Lorrie's crossed calves started to twitch on Coca's chest, with the back of her feet placed besides the girl's cheeks, toes disappearing in the peasant's thick mane. Coca raised on knees then, adding leverage to the choke, but Lorrie exhaled hoarselly, crushing the girl's trunk between her straining thighs.

'Oh...aaaah... my... aaah... you, fuckin' ole' bitch!... Aaah...'

The girl's face was turning red and her moans went deeper and deeper. She started to tremble, giving all she could in the dreadful choke. Slowly, Lorrie's face turned into a writhed mask and her nipples erected, going violet as her whole body strained. The peasant impinged on knees then, pushing my wife's trunk backwards until, all of a sudden, Lorrie's elbows bent. Again, bigger Lorrie strained, opposing the girl's maneuver but, slowly, her body was once more being folded by Coca's powerful pushing.

'You... aaah... little... whore... aaah... damn' you!' gulped Lorrie, straining for all she was worth. However, her muscles were slowly letting her out and, briskly, Coca sprang forwards - Lorrie's palms slid on the floor and my wife opened wide her eyes, reinforcing the scissors.

'Fuck you... aaaah... you, little slut!... Aaaaah!...' hissed Lorrie through clenched teeth.

'You're finished, woman! You're damned finished, big whore!'

Lorrie trembled like mad, trying to resist, but smaller Coca was leaning once more over my wife. The bigger woman was gradually pushed to the floor and her writhed traits showed her growing anxiety: she frowned in fear, eyes rolling from side to side, as if she was searching for something to grip on. Finally, her eyes stuck to mine, but Coca hardened the choke, impinging stronger on her knees and Lorrie looked straight in the girl's face.

My wife hissed like a she-snake and parted her forearms, propping on elbows and spread palms. The girl was above her, fingers digging in Lorrie's throat. Smaller Coca impinged on knees now, slowly pushing the bigger woman to the floor, gradually leaning over her.

'Aaah... You, little.... aaaah... whore! Ooooh! I'll...'

Lorrie contorted her lips, letting a long hiss as smaller Coca solidly steadied herself above her. Lorrie's eyes were looking more and more scared, searching for me, while a snarl flourished on the girl's lips: the bigger female was giving brief groans of helplesness under her. Desperate, my wife kept scissoring Coca in powerful bursts but soon she was forced on back, while Coca snaked over her, gradually folding big Lorrie beneath her. Lorrie inhaled loudly and strained her strong thighs but after some moments, as Coca steadied her position by erecting her parted legs, my wife gave a deep rale, looking at me in terror: curled beneath the teenager, she understood that the smaller female outpowered her. Due to her position under straining Coca, my wife's hip joints were forced at the maximum and her butts looked like a pair of parted gun shells.

'Aaaah... you, small slut! Aaaaaah... Fuck you!... Oooooh... Damn' fuck you!'

Shaking uncontrollably beneath smaller Coca, my wife fought to keep her calves crossed and crush the girl's chest, but the peasant stood like marble above her reinforcing the choke until Lorrie's calves slipped - all of a sudden, overwhelmed, my wife uncrossed the legs, allowing Coca to take a deep breath before forcefully jibbing over Lorrie's throat.

'You... aaaah... little bitch!'

'You're no match to me, ole' slut!' hissed Coca, looking straight in my wife's eyes. 'You're mine, big whore! Mine, you hear?'

Moaning in dispair, Lorrie clutched hands to the girl's forearms, trying to dislodge them from her throat, but this only made Coca go wild, shaking Lorrie's head from side to side. Lorrie strained her muscled legs, trying to crush the peasant's ribs but it was obvious that the girl was now in full control of the bigger female. Lorrie's calves, propped on Coca's shoulders, were uselessly pointing towards the ceiling, quaking in rhythm with Coca's moves.

Suddenly, my wife gulped. Her hands slowly fell apart and her calves relaxed, toes pointing outwards beside Coca's head. Lorrie hissed deeply, trying to withstand the girl's steady assault but soon, she hooked her fingers, scratching the floor in dispair while her toes started to rummage in the air.

'Omygod... No... Omygod... No... Aaaah... I'll... aaaah... kill... youuuuuuu!'

These were only words, because Lorrie's muscled legs parted for good, the back of her calves pressing uselessly on the girl's shoulders. The girl tried to catch Lorrie in a matchbox pin but my wife twisted from side to side and Coca understood that the bigger woman still had resources and threw apart her legs, concentrating on the choke. Lorrie flailed her long legs in the air but soon, her feet fell to the floor, near her shivering big butts. Now and then, she tried to hook once more the girl with her heels but after some fruitless attempts, my wife's legs slowly outstretched. I thought then at Lorrie's feuds with bloody Angela...

'Mwhaah!... You... Mwhaaah!... Little... slut... Mwhaaah!...'

'Yeaah!' Coca's boyfriend jumped high in the air, shouting, 'You soaked her bones! Good girl, Coca! You soaked the ole' cow!'

'She's mine! I tell you she's mine, Milo! This big slut's mine!'

Gasping in the teenager's grip, my wife flailed her legs in the air once more. For awhile, she held the calves up, soles searching blindly for Coca's trunk. Throwing flares at each other, breathing furiously through clenched teeth, both females waited for the outcome of this maneuver as if they were engaged in a sort of a catfight Russian roulette. They began to tremble and soon it became obvious that Coca was out of Lorrie's reach as my wife's legs could only uselessly mow the air behind the teenager's back. I felt my mouth go dry as damned Milo started to shout wildly when seeing my wife's helplesness:

'You got 'er, Coca! You got 'er! She's finished! This woman is finished!'

'Oh... my...' mumbled the bigger female as her long legs slowly approached the floor, in sheer exhaustion.

'Ole' whore! Your end is near!'

My wife gulped. Scared, she gathered her strength, bumped up her hips and raised the left calf in the air. She awkwardly threw up her foot for three times, trying to hook the girl mounting her, but after some seconds, Lorrie's leg fell back on the floor, helplessly. Coca leaned with all her weight on my wife's throat, gritting - a smile of triumph flourished on her lips as she looked in my wife's face, sensing the bigger woman weaken for good under her. Lorrie tried once more to bridge but, imediately, her ass fell back to the floor, thudding. Coca choked her even stronger and my wife's knees pried, fluttering uselessly.

Again, she gathered her strength and bridged, face going red. Growling, she suddenly spat in Coca's face but the girl simply leaned on her choking hands, making my wife contort the lips. Slowly, her big ass approached the floor and her knees fell apart, exposing the thick bush in her crotch, as her panties were stuck in her womanhood.

The crowd let a wild roar as my wife's parted thighs revealed her hairy groin. She must have felt that the public was staring in her private parts because she attempted to join her knees but all she could do was jerk her thighs in brief, useless spasms... In spite of her efforts, her knees approached the floor more and more after each attempt to recollect while the audience started to encourage Coca... Closing the eyes in dispair, bigger Lorrie was slowly losing control of herself. I shouted:

'C'mon, honey! Fight! Fight the bitch! You can do it! You can!'

Her eyes searched mine and when our looks met she grunted like a trapped animal, trying to resist the neck squeeze. Her face went red and her eyes filled with thin red streaks. Grumbling, she gathered her strength and clutched hands to Coca's wrists. Her muscled legs strained again and she impinged on heels, raising her big ass from the floor. For some seconds, both females froze, contracting from head to toe and the audience waited in silence for the outcome. We could hear only Lorrie's and Coca's brief moans of effort. My wife gave all that she could - her lips writhed and after awhile she let a long sigh, opening wide her mouth and contorting the eyelids. She was still bridging beneath the teenager who rode her and took a deep breath. The girl reinforced the choke and some moments passed by in which the two contenders strained and strained and strained. I could see Lorrie's muscles bulge and inflate in the attempt to hold herself; her strong legs looking like a pack of ropes fully tightened. Coca's arms seemed to be a pair of steel bars enwrapped in thick veins and for awhile they remained motionless....

'Go, Coca, go! She won't make it! She won't! You're stronger than this ole' bitch!'

'C'mon, Lorrie! C'mon! You can do it! Throw her off! Give this ugly kid a good beating once and for all!'

My wife started to tremble from the effort, but Coca did the same. Both gave now all they could and it became clear that it was a matter of seconds until a definite winner would evolve. My wife jerked her hips in a brutal move that almost flipped Coca off but the girl held on to the choke and reinforced the squeeze. The barn was silent, silent like a tomb and we could only hear the brief pants of the two contenders.

Again, Lorrie jerked her hips, eliciting an anxious moan from the girl but still, Coca held on to her grip. My wife took advantage of her foe's unsteady balance and took small steps sidewards parting wide her soles, getting a better leverage, while clutching hands to Coca's wrists. The girl sensed that the choke wasn't enough to finish off my wife and reinforced the waist scissors.

'Mmmhhh.... Mmmhhh...'

Lorrie took a deep breath and strained harder, making Coca stumble over her but the girl contracted her thighs so hard that, once more, they froze like marble. Some endless seconds passed by in which Coca leaned over my wife, belly against her face. Holding their breath, the two contenders looked blindly around, lips contorted in sheer effort - then, the girl raised her trunk and looked in Lorrie's wide opened eyes. My wife hissed and looked back - they were now searching in each other's eyes the least sign of weakness. A cough was heard from the audience. Mr. Schmidt whispered something to the woman near him. Coca's boyfriend lit a cigarette. I could only look at the two straining bodies, asking myself if my strong wife could turn the tide...

And then, it happened. Slowly, my wife's butts approached the floor and Lorrie gave a deep moan, her eyes once more searching mine. Trembling, her ass touched the ground while her toes twitched and the crowd started to mumble as the bigger woman displayed obvious signs of defeat: a shallow breath, a fearful look and quivering thighs. Slowly, the teenager was once more showing who was in control. Getting the bigger female layed fully beneath her, Coca began to brutally sink on my wife's throat, eliciting spasms and brief jerks from Lorrie. My wife's grunts went louder and louder as her whole body sprang in erratic bursts beneath the teenager and the crowd started to shout advices to both contenders:

'C'mon, woman! Fight back! Fight back!'

'Good girl! Destroy the big whore! Do it! Do it!'

Meanwhile, Coca went on rocking wildly over Lorrie's windpipe until bringing my wife's erratic moves to a halt... She was now simply laying beneath the teenager, shaking in rhythm with Coca's tossing, hands clutched to the girl's forearms. After some seconds, her eyes rolled up and her arms fell to the floor. Bigger Lorrie belched then and her thighs relaxed gradually, her feet remained flat on the ground, toes pointing outwards and her knees touched the floor... Coca's traits relaxed as she gave a vicious smile - Lorrie moaned deeply and frowned helplessly, looking straight into the girl's eyes. Slowly, she outstretched her strong legs and remained motionless beneath the teenager riding her... Lorrie's strong body relaxed for good then, unable to keep up with the girl, arms spread, her long legs parted, feet pointing outwards. For some seconds, my wife could still gaze in her foe's face, but then, as Coca hardened the choke, Lorrie showed once more the white of her eyes - her whole body went limp, yielding under the smaller female who overpowered her. Lorrie regained somehow the control of her sight for a brief moment but Coca briskly banged her head against the concrete.

The shock made my wife's eyes roll in her orbits as if she was drunk; she pedalled awkwardly for two times and then she exhaled loudly, outstretching her long legs... Arms fallen on the floor, legs parted, my wife layed motionless beneath the girl, assuming a clear attitude of defeat. Some moments passed by, the public acclaimed the girl and then, once more, Coca powerfully banged Lorrie's head against the floor. The crowd shouted and clapped hands as the bigger female was traversed by an endless shiver - when it sto

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ped, my wife started to breath in fast pace. Arms spread, legs assuming the shape of a V, breasts fallen apart, Lorrie could only look in Coca's face. Suddenly, my wife's feet twitched, tears started to pour on her cheeks and she hissed hoarselly:

'You... aaaah... you got... me... Hraaaah... You got me, kid... aaaaah... you got me...'

'Cow!' snarled the girl, reinforcing the choke. 'I told you you're mine!'

'Omygod!...' moaned Lorrie. while Coca burried her fingers in her throat. 'Please.... aaaah... You're too... much for me... kid...' she begged, looking at the younger female with wide opened eyes. 'You're... you're better than... me!...'

'Stupid bitch! Big, ole', stupid woman! You give?'

Lorrie uselessly flailed her calves in the air and said:

'I... hraaaah... I do! I do!... I... aaah... I'm yours, kid... I give!'

But the peasant's eyes were bulging in fury, thin red streaks covering them and her fingers were slowly dissapearing in the bigger woman's neck flesh. Lorrie's moves became feebler while only her belly coiled madly, showing her great need of air. Unconsciously, she brought the feet close to her big ass but soon, her knees parted, exposing again her broad groin. Wildly enocuraged by the audience, Coca leaned even harder on my wife's throat and after some seconds, Lorrie's feet went twitching while her hands were in vain rumaging on the floor. Her skirt was rolled up around her waist, exhibiting the sweatened panties that bulged tightly on her tumefied Venus mound before dissapearing in her cunt; instantly, I noticed how my wife's wet genital hair was showing besides the. fabrics.

'I'm afraid it's over... The girl has beaten your wife...' said a woman near me.

I ignored her but I shouted as hard as I could:

'C'mon, Lorrie! What the hell?!'

She took a deep breath and Coca sank stronger on her windpipe. A brief gnash was heard and Lorrie's strong thighs fell apart to the ground fully exhibiting her labies surrounded by tufts. The crowd cheered the teenager and flashes were seen in the barn then, as the people in the audience started to take photos of my wife's defeat stance - mumbles ran through the crowd as everybody seemed to be waiting for some sort of sign that had to show very soon.. Meanwhile, Coca's boyfriend sprang in the air, shouting:

'She shows the cunt! She's finished! The ole' whore shows the cunt!'

Lorrie gulped, looking in terror at Coca:

'I'm yours!... Hraaaaah... I tell you I give, kid... Aaaah.... I.... giiiiiiive!'

'Too late, big whore!' said the girl before beginning to rock my wife's neck from side to side. 'C'mon, ole' cow! You said you'll piss in my mouth...'

'You're... killing... aaaah.. me!... Don't... aaaaaah... I'm... hraaah... I'm yours, kid!... pleeeease.... hraaaah... don't!...'

However, Coca kept rocking big Lorrie by the neck until my wife's strong thighs pried for good, laying on the floor. Her calves remained inert, her feet stood flat on the ground, pointing outwards.... It was most terryfying and exciting altogether... Lorrie, a strong, bigger woman, could not control herself anymore - she could barely breathe beneath her much younger and lighter opponent.

The crowd started to cheer the kid, urging her to go on and another series of flashes errupted in the barn, all fully directed at my wife's exposed crotch. The panties were almost disappearing between Lorrie's labies and her genital hair was lucent, due to the sweat gathered in it. In everyday life, my wife was the most conservative woman - but this was gone now, as Lorrie couldn't control herself anymore, exposing her private parts as such to the public.

'Yeaa, girl! You made her show the cunt! The woman shows the cunt! She shows the cunt! Yeaaaaah!'

'Do it, girl! Do it!'

'Do it! Do it! Do it!'

My wife twisted awkwardly beneath Coca, taking shallow breathes and a new series of flashes enlightened the room... Again, they were all directed at my wife's hairy groin, fully exposed now as the panties were stuck between her labies. Even the delicate tufts surrounding her ass hole could be seen, as Lorrie's groin was... enlightened by the flashes. Desperate, my wife tried to join her legs, but she was much to exhausted and, once more, her thighs parted wide. Only her knees fluttered uncontrolably while her panties were gradually gluing to her vulva. A woman near me noticed it - she must have been used to Mr. Schmidt's shows since she made the remark that Lorrie's sudden loss of vaginal juices was an obvious sign of a catastrophic defeat.

'That kid is wild! She'll surely kill the big lady!'

'Such a strong woman!' said another lady.

'I always told you that strength has nothing to do with a real fight!' said once more the first lady. 'Look at her cunt! Soon, it will go slurping with all the juices the woman lets out!'

'Wotta fight!' noticed another woman. 'The girl goes for the kill and the woman knows it for sure! Look at her eyes! Just look at her eyes! That kid scared her to death! The woman can't defend herself anymore! She's a pack of clay in the girl's hands!' she concluded, looking straight to me.

I felt that I had to go and put an end to the clash... There was no need to be a connoisseur to understand that Lorrie was completely at the teenager's disposal. But my cock bulged like rock when watching closely my wife's soles... Dirty, laying far apart from each other, they were Lorrie's very sign of defeat. My penis stiffened even harder when seeing my wife's breasts: fallen apart, covered by streaks, nipples swollen, they bounced in rhythm with Lorrie's heavy breathes.

She looked at me then. Her scared eyes were begging for help. And I remembered that she had the same expression when we met Angela. Fear. Fear for her life. That's what Lorrie felt then and that's what she was experiencing now, as she layed beneath the teenager choking her mercilessly. Her strong legs were spread, her muscled arms were of no help and even the simple act of breathing was a tremenduous torture.

'O... my...'

Briskly, Coca headbutted Lorrie's face, making her show the white of her eyes. Unconsciously, my wife jerked her long legs like electrocuted. After some seconds in which the girl held her by the throat, Lorrie regained senses but her thighs parted even wider.

'Oh... my... kid... I... give... Oh...'

'Gosh, Coca...' shouted the girl's boyfriend as Lorrie's panties slid deep in her womanhood. 'I can even see her ass hole! That woman is history, Mr. Schmidt! The money is ours! It's ours!'

I still couldn't believe my eyes. Pinned and choked, bigger Lorrie was at the girl's mercy. I shouted at her, and those who bet on my wife started to yell advices to her, but she didn't move - except for her outward pointing toes which she fumbled vividly in the air. She was laying under smaller Coca and could only take shallow breathes... Strange... My eyes were stuck to her fully exhibited private parts and so were the other's, as if, somehow, Lorrie's groin appealed for a close examination...

As if her sweatened genital hair and fat labies bulging beside the panties were the very essence of her womanly defeat in front of her smaller foe.

'Go, baby! Go!!' yelled Coca's boyfriend. 'The big bitch is yours! She's all yours!'

'C'mon, Lorrie! C'mon!' I shouted too. 'Get her with your legs! Get that bloody kid with your legs! She won't make it, I tell you!'

'C'mon, woman!' shouted some others. 'She's just a kid! C'mon!'

'Lor-rie! Lor-rie! Lor-rie!'

I never would've thought that my wife had such a great amount of resources... Or was it the the instinct of preservation that made her gather energy from unknown layers of her deep self? Anyway, encouraged by the crowd, my wife took a deep breath and raised her calves in the air in an unconscious attempt to fight back, but smaller Coca sank on her throat repeatedly, slowly forcing big Lorrie to outstretch her muscled legs until laying them once more on the floor. Still encouraged by the audience, my wife struggled again but her heels kept sliding on the floor until she suddenly stopped, belly heaving in fast pace.

'Oh... my... she's... she's much stronger than me...'

'For fuck's sake, fight, Lorrie! Fight! You can do it! You can!'

However, the girl leaned over her throat, making my wife's eyes bulge. Again she parted the legs, propping on heels, toes pointing outward. There's no need to see a women's clash to understand what it meant. The crowd was yelling wildly - some were cheering the girl, the others were glancing in fury at my wife, urging her to fight back.

'I bet 10,000 on your hand, woman! Fight! Fight!'

'Go on, woman! She's just a kid! Go on! You're bigger than this ugly peasant!'

Lorrie took a deep breath and strained once more - her flesh quivered for some moments and her cheeks went red, she writhed the eye lids and gave all that she could, gritting. She awkwardly raised her ass from the ground but then, Coca leaned over her breathing through clenched teeth and my wife's butts fell to the floor. Instantly, she gave a sharp groan of helplesness.

'I can't make it...' she mumbled. 'Aaaaah.... She's too much for me... Someone... help me!... She.... aaaaaa... she kills... meee!'

I moved towards her but two big guys readily showed up, pushing me backwards.

'Don't, Mr. Chera!' said Mr. Schmidt. 'Your wife signed the contract! She accepted the terms. And so did you... Coca's stronger than your wife, that's all!'

I felt the terror building up in me but soon, it disappeared: my cock seemed to explode when seeing my wife soak for good beneath Coca.

'Help!... Somebody help.... aaaaaah... meeee!' she mumbled, desperate. 'This kid... she kills... hraaaaah... meeee!'

Coca looked at Mr. Schmidt, interogatively.

'Do as it suits you, girl! You've already beaten her... You showed everyone who's the better fighter. But you can go on if you want to... Lorrie knew the rules from the very beginning!' he said.

'Aha!' snarled the smaller female, steadying herself over my wife. 'You're mine, woman! You're at my mercy...' she said. 'You understand that? You're at my mercy!'

'No... No... You kill me!... Stop... it!... I can't... fight anymore!... Please.... I'm yours!...' pleaded Lorrie and, suddenly, a grey spot showed in her crotch, making the crowd go wild.

'She pisses! She pisses! You've scared her to death, honey!' shouted Coca's boyfriend and then, while Coca solidly positioned her ass on my wife's breasts, a sharp puff was heard, showing that Lorrie's sphincters gave out for good.

'Yeaaa, girl! The woman wets herself! She wets herself! Do it! Do it!' shouted the crowd, taking photo after photo of my wife's moistening crotch.

'Oh, my... No... No... Please, no...' hissed my wife, barely moving on the floor. 'Stop... it! Aaaah!... You're... Omygod!... stronger than me!... Aaaaaaah!'

Snarling in triumph, the young peasant started to sink on my wife's throat, rhythmating the puffs and making the wet stain sprawl on Lorrie's panties. By then, the bigger woman was giving brief gurgles, showing the white of her eyes. Her moistened panties became translucent, moulding on her fat cunt - her curled tufts could be seen now through the white material, glued to her labies. She gave brief screams of terror, looking in dispair at Coca, begging for mercy, but the girl couldn't be stopped anymore.

Then, a louder puff was heard and the crowd went mad at the sight of Lorrie's panties, slowly bulging as a brown clammy mass gathered between her strong buttocks.

'She shits! The ole' whore shits! You made her shit!' shouted Milo.

'Yeaaah! She shits! The big woman shits! Go on, kid! Go on!'

The smell of the feces filled the barn, making the audience go wild - and stiffening my cock. My wife's eyes were glued to mine, her mouth was opened widely in the endless yawn of the final yield - she inhaled in brief gasps, as if tormented by intolerable hiccups. The kid yelled wildly, mounting the pressure on Lorrie's neck until shit blasted from her ass hole, spreading like a torrent beside the panties stuck in her cunt and spilling on the floor. Coca screamed triumphantly and spat in my wife's face. Another puff was heard and Lorrie's legs started to jerk in spasms while the audience clapped hands, cheering Coca.

'Tear her apart, hon'! Tear her apart!' shouted Milo.

Coca let lose of her bigger foe. She stood on knees and erected palms above her, examining ravaged Lorrie for some seconds - motionless, my wife layed on the floor, arms and legs spread, face rolled aside, spittle pouring from her mouth. She gazed pointlessly and could barely breathe. She could do nothing to defend herself when the girl grabbed her by the big tits and hoisted up her trunk by the breast flesh in the hurrays of the audience.

'I'll squeeze your udders until they'll explode, big whore!' hissed the girl.

Lorrie gave a deep scream and raised the head, looking for two or three seconds in Coca's eyes before her whole body let her out. Her head fell back, inert, and my wife could only moan feebly, although Coca was savagely rocking her trunk by the tits. Briskly, the peasant's fingers seemed to slip in the soft flesh of the bigger female and blood oozed profusely on Lorrie's chest from the pierced breasts. Anothe series of puffs were heard and my wife's crotch became a mess of feces and urine as she couldn't hold herself anymore.

The crowd roared as Lorrie quivered uncontrollably and belched while Coca rocked her by the titflesh harder and harder, until skin and mammaries alike gave out - Lorrie fell thudding on the back, breasts torn open like rag. Her bare feet gave brisk flutters every two or three seconds while feces and urine gathered like mud under her big ass. A thunderous roar errupted in the barn, as the audience cheered the teenager.

'Yeaaaah, honey! You did it! You did it!' shouted Coca's boyfriend. 'Void her, now! Void her!'

Coca sprang in the air then, landing forehead first on Lorrie's face. My wife's head seemed to crunch under the impact and blood spurted on the floor, as the big female flailed legs and arms uncontrollably, gurgling... Then, my wife's moves slowly glued and Coca took her time to knee thrust her repeatedly between her parted legs, making Lorrie shake as shattered. Coca's blows made the feces and the drops of urine scatter on the floor, staining my wife's inner thighs and Lorrie opened wide the eyes, giving a strange look at her smaller foe. She gurgled again and fear made her gather all her remaining strength. She awkwardly propped on elbows, trying to get on butts and brought the feet near her strong ass.

However, she could do nothing when the peasant tore her panties and skirt, leaving her only with the ripped blouse on. To everyone's amazement, the girl wiped the feces and the urine from Lorrie's groin with the skirt and the panties, under the dazzled eyes of my wife. By then, Lorrie began to sense the pain in the breasts and she let a long howl of dispair when awkwardly cupping her torn mammries. She fell on back, screaming in resigned tones, like a savage animal caught in a trap, while Coca kept on wiping her broad crotch, making my wife's genital hair stick to her crotch and inner thighs. Then, the wild girl wiped off the feces from her own knee and threw away Lorrie's skirt and panties.

'Aaaaah... my tits... my tits... aaaaaaah... '

Briskly, Coca slid her right hand in my wife's womanhood, making Lorrie stiffen on the spot.

'Omygod... No...' pleaded my wife, but Coca propped her right palm on Lorrie's belly, pinning her swaying hips to the ground.

Desperate, big Lorrie tried to crawl away, but she was soaked and could do nothing else than twist her trunk from side to side, while the girl's fingers were making circles in my wife's cunt, losening her labies. Lorrie raised the head, gazing foggily at Coca's maneuvers and suddenly, the girl's hand slipped almost on half length in my wife's vagina, her thumb nail powerfully crushing Lorrie's clit.

'H-aaaaaaaaaaaah! My clit! Omygod! She crushes my clit! My clit! Aaaaaaaaaaah!'

Quaking, Lorrie screamed from the bottom of her lungs before stiffening like cardboard, as the peasant's hand impaled her womanhood. For awhile, my wife froze, body outstrectched from head to toes. Briskly, she took everyone by surprise when letting out a wild scream, joining legs and delivering a powerful double blow that got Coca in the breasts.

The double impact was powerful enough to throw the girl on butts - yelling in high pitched tones, Coca cupped her mammaries, allowing my wife to roll aside, curling. Moving as if glued, big Lorrie managed to get on parted knees and elbows but Coca went instantly after her and, grabbing my wife by the hips, she steadied her on all fours in front of her.

'You think you're smart, huh, you ole' whore!'

Sighing, Lorrie attempted to crawl away on knees and elbows, but Coca steadied her position by embracing my wife's midsection with the left arm and plunged once more the right hand in her crotch. Coca's palm seemed to search it's way like a snake between Lorrie's pried butts and, once more, my wife stiffened on parted knees and elbows, raising the head and raling.

'No... Haaah!... Omygod!... Aaaaaah!... Pleeease... My cunt!... Aaaaah... My cunt!... Stop it!... My cuuuuuunt!... Hraaaaaaah!'

Moving in powerful bursts, Coca managed to slide the right palm on full length in my wife's vagina, making Lorrie give rale after rale before losing control of herself - head falling between the arms, body swaying to and fro on knees and elbows, belly and chest stiffening now and then, as Coca's hand plunged deeper and deeper in her inner parts.

'Omygod! You... kill... aaaaah... meeeeeee! You... Hraaaah... kill... meeeeee!'

By then, blood was sprawling like glue on the girl's forearm which she pumped in rare bursts, like a piston drilling my wife's private flesh. The guys with the cameras were now standing in front and behind the two females, capturing on film Lorrie's traits contorted in the deepest pain she ever felt while also getting a close up of her pierced womanhood - Lorrie's labies were tightening rhythmically around the girl's forearm while her ass hole was opened wide. Coca grabbed my wife by the hair then, pulling her head back, exposing her writhed face fully on camera.

'Omygod!... No! Not my cunt!... Aaaaah!... No!... No!... Nooooooo!'

Another brutal burst made my wife shake and scream in terror as Coca's arm slid deeper in her vagina. Everyone was silent by now - we could hear only my wife's agonising shrieks and the girl's deep pants of effort. Coca's boyfriend was bulging the eyes as the smaller female seemed to arm fuck the bigger one in brief, brutal thrusts. All of a sudden, a wet crack was heard and my wife's left labie tore horizontally, letting a gluing creek of blood stick to her curled tufts.

'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'

Lorrie's cunt being torn, Coca's forearm slipped even deeper in my wife's womanhood; making her give another succumbing yell - Lorrie's muscles soaked again and she crumpled on the floor, curling frog like, crotch impaled by her foe's arm. Sobbing, snivel flowing from her nose, the big woman was trembling from head to toe, scared to attempt the least movement of escape. We all saw Coca's forearm strain and we understood she was cocking her fist inside Lorrie's cunt, making her grit and writhe the eyelids.

'You... aaaah... tear my cunt... You tear me.... aaah... Please... Stop it! Stop it! You kill me!'

'Will you put up with me anymore, ole' bitch?'

'No! Aaaaah... Let me lose!... Please... You... killl me... Please...'

'Who's the better woman, dirty whore?'

'You... Aaaaaah... you are... pleeease!... you... aaaaaah... you tear meeeeee!'

The girl gave a brutal thrust with her arm, engulfing it even deeper in my wife's cunt. Lorrie stiffened again for some seconds, before her head fell between the arms. Her potbelly was inflating and deflating in wide, rare, moves and her whole body went quaking. Her strong butts and legs strained unconsciously, as my wife attempted to keep a stance enabling her to stand the tremenduous pain. She let a brief belch and spittle poured from her wide spread lips. Snots were pouring over her eyes as her head jerked in spasms, fallen between the arms. By then, her messed hair covered her face completely, moistened with perspiration... I was sure, damned, I was sure that even that bloody Angela didn't dominate Lorrie as such in their high school brawls. In fact, I understood as well as Lorrie did that she was receiving the most brutal beating of her life. Money, that fucking need of money brought us here and my poor wife couldn't do nothing against that savage girl... Strength and experience... Fuck! That girl was much better than my wife at fighting, much, much better...

'What the hell...' said someone near me. 'That woman seemed to be damned strong... How the heck could she...'

'I'll... aaaah... I'll lick your cunt, kid! I'll do whatever... aaaah... you want!... aaaah.... please.... girl... aaaah... you kill... aaaaaaaah... meeeeeee.!'...

Coca extruded her arm from my wife's vagina, letting Lorrie lose and, instantly, Lorrie's powerful muscles soaked. Her legs failed her and her ripped groin hit the floor between her parted heels, provoking a loud smack. As Coca took her time to kneel behind her, Lorrie awkwardly propped on elbows, looking around in confusion. She saw me, as I stood right in front of her but, once more, she didn't realise I was there. She awkwardly attempted to get on all fours. Her tits and potbelly were bouncing in all directions, as big Lorrie couldn't regain control of herself. Soon, the muscles failed her again and she crumpled on belly and breasts, between parted legs. Her face hit the floor, snivel, tears and spittle messing around her mouth and nose, while Coca stood on knees behind her, arrogantly examining the bigger woman. Lorrie's big butts were pried by now, exposing her ravaged crotch: blood, drops of urine and feces' clots were hanging from her thick bush.

'You finished the big whore, honey! She's all yours now! That big bitch is all yours!' shouted Coca's boyfriend while Lorrie moved as if she swimmed in glue.

The girl approached my wife and grabbed her by the left shoulder and thigh, rolling Lorrie belly up. The big woman remained flat on her back, moaning, slowly outstretching the right leg. She took a dep breath but after some seconds, she remained motionless, her left knee fallen to the ground, exposing her rippen cunt, her torn blouse fully showing off her blood bathed breasts. Spittle poured from her mouth and a red puddle gathered slowly under her butts.

'I told you you'll eat my shit, ole' whore!' said the girl, kneeling in reverse above my wife's head. Ripping her own panties, Coca strived, her ass hole hanging only some inches away from Lorrie's face.

'No... No...' were barely heard my wife's hoarse whispers.

A deep puff filled the silence of the barn and Coca strived harder - shit poked out slowly from between Coca's strong butts, easily approaching my wife's face. Lorrie attempted to crawl away but the girl forcefully hammerbutted my wife's pubic bone, making big Lorrie freeze on the spot. The brisk movement tore the sausage shaped shit - slurping, it fell on my wife's face.

Lorrie managed to turn away her face in the last moment, the shit gluing to her left cheek, but Coca hammerbutted Lorrie again in the lower belly, throwing convulsing waves through the big, pale, body. A huge clot sprang from my wife's vagina then and, as Coca strived again, the rest of her stool fell plainly over Lorrie's nostrils and mouth.

The crowd acclaimed the girl wildly while Lorrie, unable to breathe, attempted to wipe the shit off her face. However, Coca crushed Lorrie's arms beneath her shins and my wife could do nothing than open wide the mouth. Being in desperate need of air, Lorrie took a deep breath and Coca's shit filled her mouth and nostrils in a bubbling noise. It's then that the girl placed her crotch on my wife's face, rubbing her cunt and ass hole over Lorrie's nose and lips.

And again, the peasant strived, the clammy shit errupting from her guts, spreading over my wife's face. The girl was now rubbing her vagina faster and faster over my wife's face before she suddenly squatted, leaning with all her weight on Lorrie's air openings.

A shiver traversed the girl's body, making the audience cheer and shout, while Lorrie's wet moans filled the barn. She began to pedal clumsily beneath the girl, unable to breathe. The coarse sounds of her attempts to suck the much needed air paralleled the slow fluttering of her strong legs and forearms. Coca's trunk was thrown from side to side in that brutal struggle, but she managed to slide the right hand between her own buttocks and grabbed the big woman by the hair, pulling Lorrie's face even deeper in her groin.

My wife jerked the legs alternatively, suffocated by shit and by Coca's crotch. Slurping sounds were heard from beneath Coca's wet groin as my wife attempted in vain to breathe and it's then that the girl crossed her ankles beneath Lorrie's head. Then, having Lorrie's head captured between the heels and the groin, Coca once more leaned with all her weight over my wife's face.

'Yeah, she's yours, honey! Do it! Do it! She can't take it anymore!' shouted Coca's boyfriend.

Lorrie's upper half of the face poked from beneath the girl's strong butts - only her eyes and forehead could be seen then... My wife's nose and mouth were stuck in the peasant's crotch, sealed nostrils disapearing between the dark skinned buttocks, mouth completely covered by Coca's cunt. Since the girl was still rocking her hips over Lorrie's face, shit was slowly spreading over my wife's cheeks and neck.

Lorrie's eyes were filled with terror as her gasps didn't bring the much needed air in her burning lungs. The veins on my wife's forehead inflated, her skin reddened and she started once more to pedal as if immersed in glue.

But this only brought a series of shivering waves that traversed the girl's flesh, making her give brief pants of pleasure and Coca started to punch Lorrie in the lower belly with growing force.

'Oh, myyy... I'm stronger than you... aaah... I'm stronger, whore, you hear?... Aaaaah... That money is mine!... Aaaah... Mine, you hear?'

Lorrie's strong body sprang madly - my wife managed to bridge, letting out muffled sounds as she tried to breathe, but the girl hit her harder and harder in the lower belly, moaning deeper and deeper. Her traits were contorted in pleasure, as my wife's squirming face kept rubbing her crotch. However, the girl punched even harder Lorrie's belly, as if the sexual lust gave her access to a tremenduous source of strength...

Desperate, Lorrie bridged for all what she was worth, making Coca go wild.

'One!... Two!... Three!...' began the audience to count the ravaging punches that buried deeply in my wife's triangle of curly hair.

Before they reached five, Lorrie's butts fell to the floor - my wife was laying helplessly beneath her much younger foe, calves shaking in after waves after each blow. By the time the crowd reached ten, blood was pouring profusely from my wife's cunt and her feet slid erratically on the floor. When they reached fifteen, Lorrie's brown circle of skin surrounding her ass hole opened, and shit sprang forcefully from her guts.

Her wide parted calves were pedalling alternatively on the floor by then, as if she moved in mud. After some seconds, her left leg remained still, knee resting on the floor and all my wife could do was to jerk her right calf in the air, in brief bursts. Coca sunk her ass over my wife's face, butts completely covering Lorrie's eyes. As the big woman began to give muffled moans of disaray, her right thigh approached the ground too, slowly...

Coca took a deep breath then, clutched her fists and hammerbutted with all her might big Lorrie's lower belly. A splashing sound was heard and my wife's muscles gave out for good - she remained inert beneath her smaller foe, knees parted at the maximum, fully exposing her swollen labies. The girl strained forcefully, leaning harder and harder on Lorrie's face, making my wife struggle for the last time: raising the thighs, she tried to hook Coca's trunk with the heels, but the girl readily enwrapped Lorrie's left calf, capturing it at the armpit. She then leaned backwards, crushing big Lorrie's head between buttocks and heels and splitting her legs wider and wider.

Hiccups traversed my wife's potbelly while Coca managed to pin Lorrie's knee to the ground, right beside her shoulder. My wife's cunt was opened to the maximum, labies shivering and covered with clots - she attempted to bridge on her right foot but the only result was that the girl leaned even harder over her face. My wife's potbelly convulsed then in brief flutters and her body quaked out of control beneath Coca. Slowly, the girl started to moan louder and louder while rubbing her crotch faster and faster over my wife's squirming head.

'Aah... Aaah... Aaaah...'

Coca's pants grew in intensity, as my wife trembled uncontrollably beneath her, nose and mouth unconsciously rubbing the girl's groin and bringing her on the verge of the orgasm.

'Oh, my! Oh, my! Fuck! Fuck! I cum! I cum! I cuuuuum!' shouted the peasant, rocking over Lorrie's face while the watching crowd yelled madly. She let lose of my wife's left calf and Lorrie began to jerk both legs, stiffening them like cardboard every two or three seconds.

The jet of urine that sprang from Lorrie's cunt made my sperm errupt instantly. It forwarded the most violent orgasm I ever had, boasted again and again by my wife's voiding - her urine messed with blood, clots and shit that gathered together in a most obvious sign of defeat, throwing wave after wave of pleasure in my crotch and loins...

Coca howled, letting endless groans of delight - she suddenly hammerbutted Lorrie once more, making her pubic bone crack. My wife's potbelly inflated briskly, a gurgle was heard then and she stiffened both legs, keeping her feet and toes erect in an endless spasm. A wet wheese could be heard from beneath Coca's groin for awhile. Then, it slowly faded off and Lorrie's long legs soaked on the floor. Her feet twitched every two or three seconds, making Coca close the eyes and open the mouth, while panting fastly once more.

After some seconds, the girl gave a long scream of extasy, as my wife quivered uncontrollably beneath her, gurgling and giving soft, wet, rales.

'The big woman... she choked on shit...' noticed someone.

When Coca got up, she left beneath the most ravaged body I ever saw: Face covered with shit, arms and legs spread, torn mammaries - bigger Lorrie was completely destroyed. Her left toes twitched feebly, as if life was leaving her through her delicate foot... Suddenly, her belly inflated briskly and a gurgling sound was heard from Lorrie's mouth. Her face went blue for some seconds and she began to throw herself about as shattered, coughing, hands clutched to her throat.

'Gabi... Gabi...' she called me in a bubbling voice. Her legs and arms sprang in spasms, while her eyes bulged out. She managed to roll on knees, her big ass pointing up, coughing louder and louder. 'Air... air... I need air...'

I understood then that the guy near me was right: my wife choked on the peasant's shit that filled her mouth, mingling with spittle.

As she was quivering from head to toe, her knees slowly slid apart on the floor. Coca mounted her and mercilessly choked her from behind. She pulled then my wife backwards, bringing her on butts in front of her and enwrapped her neck with the right arm.

Lorrie was near the end of the rope. First, she outstretched her strong legs. Then, her head fell forwards and her potbelly relaxed, letting blood pour abundantly from her groin.

'I'll kill you with my bare hands, big cow!' snarled the girl.

My wife gasped and opened the eyes, gazing foggily in the floor; her tongue protruded, tumefied and violet. She was helpless in Coca's deadly embrace. She brought her feet near her big butts and attempted to raise, but her knees fell apart and a new wave of blood poured off her cunt. Her strong legs, her muscled arms, her powerful ass - she had lost control of everything. She could just wait for the outcome, potbelly relaxed.

She was defeated and gosh - she sure knew it! Although stunned, I was sure she knew it! She was much too exhausted to fight back anymore. She was willing to accept her faith now, resigned, in the girl's arms. Coca proved to be stronger than her, much stronger and better, although she was just a kid... A much younger female - but fiercer! Unexperienced but an inborn fighter. A winner against all odds. Her shapely thighs proved to be stronger than my wife's muscled thighs, her ass power outpowered Lorrie's, her stamina surpassed my wife's...

Lorrie could do nothing than hope that the end will come fast.

'Look at your man, big slut!' said the girl, raising Lorrie's head by the hair.

My wife looked at me with rolling eyes, jaw fallen, tongue slipping off her mouth. Spittle glued on her chin, mingling with Coca's feces - Lorrie mumbled something inaudible, trunk held up by the strangle and by the hair grab. Suddenly, smaller Coca kneed her between the shoulder blades. Convulsions ran through my wife's body, making her flexed legs jerk in spasms. Another knee thrust ensued, making big Lorrie arch her back, fully exposing her big, torn tits, between the folds of her rippen blouse.

'Omygod... she crushes... me...'

The girl smiled in triumph, grabbing my wife from beneath her armpits and holding up her trunk. Lorrie was like rag in her hands, parted knees shaking, arms laying motionless on the floor, palms up. Her potbelly was fully relaxed, covering the upper part of her triangle of genital hair.

Coca kept Lorrie like that for some moments until my wife regained senses and gazed in the audience with rolling eyes. She was groggy and her gritting mouth looked as if she was somehow smiling - but I knew this was only the result of her semiconsciousness... Damned! Coca's shit was now pouring from Lorrie's face between her rippen breasts and my wife could do nothing than rest motionless in her foe's embrace!

Mr Schmidt clapped hands two times and motioned Coca:

'That woman...' he said. 'She's all yours, remember?...'

I gulped at my turn, but I knew it from the very moment Lorrie signed the contract. It was all written in there, but I never would've thought that my strong wife could be brought in such a situation. Money is the devil's eye and I could do nothing else than witness what had to be done.

Coca kneed once more my wife, this time in the back of her head. A dull thud was heard and Lorrie gave a deep moan, head falling on her chest. Coca's boyfriend approached my wife in the cheers of the audience and slipped down his pants. Gosh! His penis was as stiffened as mine and this time Lorrie was prepared for it!

'Take him, big slut!' hissed Coca.

My wife seemed to be swimming in the air as she awkwardly twisted her trunk from side to side, but the girl readily headbutted her in the back of the head.

'Oh... no... I can't take it anymore...' whispered Lorrie while the girl grabbed her hair once more, obliging her to face her boyfriend's cock. Another headbang ensued, dazzling my wife. Her jaw fell, her eyes rolled up and her tongue slipped even more out of her mouth.

'Take 'im or I kill you!'

'Oh... my... aaaah... I will...I will... aaaah....'

My wife sobbed and Coca's boyfriend slid then his huge cock in her mouth, while the girl began to strangle her again from behind. Almost suffocated by the strangle, big Lorrie opened as much as she could her mouth, fully receiving the teenager's stiffened cock. As he started to sway his hips, deeper and deeper pumping my wife's throat, the crowd went mad. After some seconds, Coca let lose of the strangle and simply kept Lorrie's head up by the hair while Coca's boyfriend slid his dick deeper and deeper in my wife's mouth.

'Yeah!... Suck for your life, big bitch! Suck for your life!... Yeah!... Fuck her! Fuck that big whore deep in the throat, honey!' shouted the girl as my wife, unconsciously began to tighten her lips around his cock. Her eyes met mine - they had a desperate look and, as she regained her senses, she started to suck harder and harder on the teenager's penis, looking at me in desperation.

It's then that Coca suddenly choked her from behind. Face going violet, eyes bulging in terror, Lorrie sucked the cock, slurping and moaning, in the hope of being released by the smaller female - but the latter put all her strength in the choke, until my wife bulged her eyes and her jaw fell once more, leaving a wide opened mouth to be pumped by the teenager. My once proud Lorrie tried to suck him for all she was worth, grumbling and moaning, rocking her head faster and faster, looking straight into my eyes, as if she was apologising... I knew what she thought: if the guy would void in her mouth, perhaps Coca will let her lose...

Suddenly, Coca grabbed her hair and pulled back her head, leaving an oozing, upward penis, dangling in front of my wife's mouth

'Yeah, Milo...' snarled the girl. 'You mouth fucked the big bitch! Yeaaah!'

As her boy friend backed off, gazing foggily at the elder female his girlfriend has destroyed, Coca slid her arms beneath Lorrie's armpits and slowly got up, hoisting the big woman from the floor. My wife's limbs were hanging motionless and it's only Coca's hold that kept her up. Then, the girl embraced my wife's trunk from behind and carried her in front of Mr. Schmidt, in the wild cheers of the audience. Big Lorrie was barely gasping in her foe's embrace, head fallen on her chest, spittle pouring from her mouth, nose running. Blood and drops of urine creeked on her inner thighs, mingling on her pale skin and lucent clots hung from her thick groin bush while her torn titflesh seemed to flood over the girl's crushing arms.

'She's mine, Mr. Schmidt...' said Coca hoarselly, reinforcing the hug. My wife quivered helplessly in the girl's arms and voided her bladder for good. The crowd shouted madly as urine creeked on the big woman's thighs while Lorrie covered her genital triangle of hair in an unconscious movement.

'The money is yours.' said Mr. Schmidt. 'You've done a fine job... I never would have thought that you could beat her...'

Coca hardened the squeeze once more, eliciting a helpless moan from my wife, voiding her mouth of spittle and semen drops. Suddenly, her big torn breasts seemed to inflate and blood started to pour profusely from them on Lorrie's potbelly.

'What do you want me to do with her?' asked Coca.

'Do as it suits you!' said Mr. Schmidt. 'It's worth 200 extra $! It's most delightful to see a smaller female destroy a big woman like mrs. Chera...'

'OK!' said Coca and hardened the chest squeeze, making Lorrie's tongue slip out of her mouth on an incredible length. She sighed uncontrollably for two or three times before vomitus sprang from her mouth, spilling on the floor.

The girl let her lose then, acclaimed by the audience. Big Lorrie fell plainly on butts with a loud thud, then she collapsed on her back, arms and legs spread. She gave a long empty look at Coca, realising what was about to happen and tried to join her parted legs but couldn't. Meanwhile, the girl looked at Mr. Schmidt, breathing heavily.

'She's mine, Mr. Schmidt!'

'Finish her, girl! Finish this big woman!'

'Mi-... ghty... she... kills... me... she wants... to... kill... me...' barely mumbled Lorrie with her last forces. Her potbelly inflated once more and remained like that, as if on the point of bursting out. Her bleeding cunt seemed to contract and her tufts erected, assuming the shape of a crest.

Coca took her time to kneel on my wife's bleeding mammaries and grabbed her calves, raising them up and forcing Lorrie's crotch upwards, pointing it to the ceiling.

'The big whore is set now! Look at her cunt!'

The flashes errupted once more in the barn, catching on film my wife's exposed crotch. Her cunt was opened, her ass hole shivered and her thick genital hair was erected. She moved clumsily her strong legs - who knows why, because she was completely soaked in Coca's hands who parted her thighs wider, showing off my wife's private parts. Slowly, Lorrie's cunt and ass hole tightened, as if somehow she wanted to cover her inner self.

'Have her rear, Milo!' said Coca hoarselly. 'I tamed this big slut and now I'm offering her rear to you!'

The crowd yelled in hystery as my wife could only slowly flail her caught legs - Milo kneeled in front of Lorrie's crotch and pushed his stiffened penis in the brown circle of flesh surrounding the bigger woman's ass hole. In the audience's encouragements, he started to twist his hips, easily losening my wife's rear entrance before his cock suddenly slipped in her anus.

Lorrie sighed and her whole body jerked in spasms as she was getting ass fucked. Blood seemed to errupt from her vagina then, staining the boy's belly and Coca let lose of the bigger woman's strong legs, which fell over the male's shoulders, calves pointing up to the ceiling. By then, the teenager was pumping once more my wife, losening more and more her anus and, slowly, moans of pleasure were heard. I first thought it was the boy who couldn't retain himself anymore but, as the crowd pointed fingers at Lorrie's face, I realised that it was my wife who, having her ass impaled deeper and deeper, gave louder and louder pants of delight.

The shouts and the yells in the barn got to a climax then, as my wife began to sway her hips in rhythm with the boy. Almost passed out, she had her mouth half opened, as she used to do when she was about to reach an orgasm and her broad hips were now twisting from side to side, helping him penetrate her; her heels hooked the teenager's back of the neck neck, trying to pull him towards her as he pumped her deeper and deeper. Although she had her breasts crushed under Coca's knees, my wife began to let brief screams of pleasure, hips swaying faster and faster.

When her legs started to jerk straight in the air, the guys with the camera readily dropped to their knees, catching on film her labies and anus, contracting rhythmically... Showing the white of her eyes, her face was writhed in a mask of endless pleasure and her moans of delight filled the barn.

'Ah... Ah... Ah...' dazzled Lorrie was contorting the eyelids, letting moan after moan of unconscious ecstasy. 'Fuck me! Fuck me! Deeper! Deeeeeper!'

It's then that Coca suddenly got up, placing both palms over my wife's mouth and nostrils, sealing them for good. Lorrie was giving louder and louder groans of sexual frenesy, swaying her ass and outstretching the legs in the air but soon, her moves became chaotic. Spasms made her jerk the feet, her potbelly coiled briefly and the moans of pleasure gradually turned to astonished grumbles of fear. For awhile, I couldn't realise how pleasure mingled with terror - but it's Lorrie's moves that said everything. Her arms fell once more to the ground and her legs opened wide while the boy was pumping her faster and faster. She still swayed her ass, willing to reach another orgasm, but it was obvious that the flesh was gradually letting her out until a thick flow of blood sprang from her cunt.

Lorrie's strong thighs fell sidewards. Arms and legs spread, she was shaking in afterwaves, in rhythm with the teenager's pumps, without a noise. She sighed, uncotrollably. All of a sudden, she moaned ecstatically and I saw her skin go chicken - like. Instantly, the teenager gave a deep moan and his hips jerked in spasms, unloading his sperm in Lorrie's ass. By then, my wife has lost consciousness once more and spittle poured from her mouth between Coca's fingers that sealed Lorrie's air openings. Coca's boyfriend still ass hammered my wife for awhile, provoking slurping sounds in her ass hole, before suddenly extruding his cock... The big woman layed inert on the floor, only her ass hole and cunt tightening rhytmically and Milo got up in the same time with his girlfriend. By then, spittle poured out from my wife's mouth, along with creeks of gluing sperm that creeked on her inner buttocks.

The crowd was on the verge of madness as, raising hands above her head, Coca placed her right foot on my wife's throat, laying all her weight over it. She spat on Lorrie's blood bathed chest but the big woman remained motionless, legs and arms spread under the foot of her triumphant foe. To everyone's bewilderment, the big woman strained in reflex, still gazing in Coca's face, tooth clenched and suddenly, her potbelly deflated - clots and blood errupted from Lorrie's cunt, air and spittle rushed out of her mouth with a snorring sound. The girl remained like marble, examining the agonising woman. Lorrie opened her lips, as if she was trying to say something but not a noise left her mouth. Only her cunt began once more to contract rythmically...

'The small stump bumps off the big charriot...' quoted someone near me an old saying.

Slowly, the guys with the cameras backed off, capturing on movie the sight of my wife's body, neck crushed under the foot of her much younger foe. By then, the lucent blood was spreading like red gelatin around Lorrie's ass.

Then, Coca stepped aside. Breathing heavily, she was still looking at my wife. Lorrie's frozen eyes were stuck to the lamp in the ceiling but it was obvious that she didn't see the light it casted over us, although her cunt and ass hole tightened and tightened and tightened....

And then, Coca grabbed Lorrie by the groin and the neck, hoisting her up in the air. She held her up for some moments, in the crowd's mad yells, then knee dropped, slamming Lorrie's back against her right thigh. The crack sounded dull in the barn, Lorrie jerked like cardboard then went limp and the teenager bumped her off, throwing my wife on the floor.

Lorrie's body thudded on the ground and she remained motionless except for her feet which fluttered every three or four seconds in brief spasms. Her wide opened eyes were pointing to the ceiling, as if she was was willing to clutch to anything that could bring her back from where bloody Coca has made every effort to send her to.

But it was obvious that Lorrie will never see anything, never. And neither will she be able to get back... The bloody girl has tamed her bigger foe for good...

And forever.

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AWESOME STORY!!!

Cheers,
Veronika

[Oliver58]

Great!