MEDIEVAL DEATHFIGHT III


By Sega

7.
Mountains of flesh ? deer flesh, antilope flesh, nightingale steak, fish in sauce ? fried fish, pork heads, bear claws, red wine, salads, white wine, brandies, cookies and syrups... The meals and the beverages on the long tables were... apocalyptic.
But not as apocalyptic as what was going on between the tables: two young girls in their teens were engaged in the last moments of a fight. A black girl was riding a squirming redhead, choking and leaning on her foe?s throat with all her weight. The nobles were yelling, urging the negress to finish off the white squirming girl. The marquis stood proudly between his invitees, watching the slow devastation, as the black girl placed her knee on the redhead?s throat, taking her time to show off before crushing her foe?s neck. The redhead was throwing herself about but it was clear she stood no chance: soon, she began to quake, showing the white of her eyes?
A minute later, she was dragged out by the ankles, in the blasting hoorays of the audience, while the black girl received a? gift: a long, red robe. Her eyes were glittering ? she thanked monsieur le marquis and left the dining hall, bowing again and again. She would fight again when the time will come. She sure would.
Then, the banquet went on. Troubadours and acrobats, poets and magicians. As always, monsieur le marquis knew how to entertain his noble guests.
It was almost midnight when le marquis de Pierrefonds got up from his throne, announcing everyone that this year, it was graff Von Bulau who accepted the usual fighting challenge. He had brought a strong peasant from his fief across the Rhine, a big redhead who was ready to encounter the woman so carefully chosen by the marquis. An anxious rumor ran through the audience, as this was the banquet?s most awaited moment, and an earl from Britain said:
?I hope it?s going to be something more serious than the two small girls we saw earlier??
?I am sure you will be most satisfied, honourable earl? You will see the strongest women the graff and I found on our lands??
?Clear the place!? said Le Duc then and the servants wiped the floor between the two rows of tables. ?Bring the two women!?
The two contenders came in and a mumble of appreciation ran through the audience. Both women were naked and their shapes impressed everyone from the very moment they appeared. They were big, they looked strong and they were willing to fight up to a devastating end ? the glare in their eyes obviously showed that none would exhibit the least lenience towards her foe?
Redhead Ulrike was two inches taller and her legs were thicker than Blanche?s, but the latter had stronger arms and a bigger ass. Both were endowed with heavy mammaries and their bellies were covered with a tense fat pad that made the men in the audience eye them with lust ? all in all they were stout women, obviously worked out by hard labor.
?Blanche is the strongest woman from my domain,? announced le Marquis, proudly.
?Your Blanche will bite the dust!? shouted Von Bulau then, clearly taken away by the wine he already drank. ?Look, honourable nobles, my Ulrike is bigger and she will tear the French peasant apart!?
?We shall see about that...? said the marquis, smiling. ?I am sure my Blanche will do her best! After all, I promessed her a great deal of money??
?So did I, honourable audience!? spat Von Bulau, rolling his eyes around the hall. ?I must warn you, marquis, that my Ulrike will be merciless with your woman! Beside, she defeated the strongest woman from the Schwanbrucke valley!?
?Blanche is anxious to crush your peasant?s skull, mylord! She also proved before that she?s a good fighter, believe me!? said the marquis, smiling, and looked at Le Duc. The knight took a deep breath and got between the two women. They were already in guard, staring at each other with wild eyes, parted by only two feet.
?Go on! Let the best one win!? shouted Le Duc.
Yelling, the two sturdy peasants ran at each other like rams, throwing a shower of blows to the face and shoulders. Blanche proved to be a hard slapper from the very first moments, hitting like a wild bear. Taller Ulrike, however, was throwing powerful hammer butts at the brunette?s face and, for awhile, they kept blowing each other in the middle of the great hall, between the two rows of tables. Grunting and hissing, they went on, hitting harder and harder until Blanche managed to force backwards the taller German. The French brunette threw forth her palms in such a fast pace that she always got Ulrike in the neck and chin, the way black Nene, her trainer, had taught her.
Soon, the shepherd?s wife gave a yell of frustration and turned the back on her enemy. She ran away for some steps, before turning to engage the furious brunette in another exchange of heavy blows. They began to let brief grunts and Blanche mounted the pressure even more, delivering these unusual slaps that always snapped back the redhead?s head. Finally, the strong brunette overwhelmed the shepherd?s wife who retreated toward her master?s table.
Ulrike propped her muscled butts against the brim of the table and resorted to hammer butt her foe in the head, but Blanche kept on, unabated, with the heavy slaps. The onlookers began to encourage the brunette who, fueled by their cheers, managed to corner the bigger German.
Ulrike began to look in disarray at the relentless brunette and, gathering her strength, she delivered a most powerful hammer butt that got the locksmith?s wife in the right breast, making the brunette squeal.
?Putain!? yelled strong Blanche, throwing herself against the redhead, arms erect.
Ulrike readily twisted her trunk and dug a powerful punch in Blanche?s right breast, the way Helmuth taught her. She felt a mute gnash under her knuckles, as if the brunette?s soft flesh tore beneath the white skin ? Blanche opened wide her eyes and retreated, massaging her voluminous breast.
That?s it, French bitch! You?ll be more careful from now on, thought Ulrike.
?Go get her, Ulrike! Teach the French bitch a lesson!? shouted graff Von Bulau.
The redhead gave a wild grunt and rushed at the confused brunette, getting her in a side neck lock. In response, Blanche let a savage yell and encircled the redhead?s waist.
The crowd in the hall began to shout, sensing that the two furious women unleashed their energies. For awhile, they went from here to there, Ulrike dragging the locksmith?s wife in furious bursts, the latter struggling to avoid her being thrown to the ground.
?Punch her face! Punch her face!? advised Von Bulau, fiercely, as the shepherd?s wife succeeded in bending the French brunette in two.
The two peasants were now giving loud moans of effort and, as time passed by, taller Ulrike managed in securing a good hold around Blanche?s neck. The brunette parted her long legs and fought to remain on her feet but then, the German woman began to punch her in the face.
?Jaaa, meine liebe! Punch her! Crush her face! Crush her bloody face!?
A most powerful punch exploded in Blanche?s face then and the brunette parted her long legs even wider. She looked confused ? her breasts swayed from side to side and blood was pouring off her broken nostrils. She hardened, however, the waist embrace but Ulrike punched Blanche again, with all her might, crushing her lips this time. The brunette?s strong thighs began to tremble, the crowd roared and the bigger woman let a wild yell then, managing to outwrestle the locksmith?s wife to her knees, in the hoorays of the onlookers.
The marquis threw a furious glance at Le Duc.
?Don?t get excited, milord!? whispered the knight. ?Blanche will surely get out of it!?
?Push big cow, Blanche! Push, push, push!? yelled Nene then.
?You two?? hissed the marquis. ?I hope you know very well what awaits you if Blanche is defeated!?
?I am confident in her!? smiled Le Duc.
By then, Ulrike was impinging against Blanche?s trunk, trying to force her flat on her right side, but the brunette readily resorted to savagely pull the redhead by the hair. She yanked her head back in furious bursts that made Ulrike scream ? for awhile, they fought evenly but suddenly, the bigger German gave a savage moan and, pushing harder against the locksmith?s wife, forced her flat on her right side.
?Pull hair! Snatch red hair from roots!? yelled Nene, hardly covering the onlookers yells.
?I will? I will?? answered Blanche, wildy.
She twisted Ulrike?s mane around her wrist, feeling she had a good grab on the redhead. Snarl, German cow! ? she said to herself. Snarl! This pain is nothing compared to what will come!
Screaming in anger, the strong brunette twisted on the floor, turning belly up and grabbed her foe?s mane even harder, arching back her head in wild bursts. Blanche pursed her lips and looked straight in the redhead?s eyes, reading in them her foe?s helplesness despite the fact she was atop. Ulrike was moaning in pain and she impinged on feet, trying to steady the struggling brunette and then, Helmuth shouted:
?Get her by the tits! Get the French cow by her tits!?
However, Blanche was pulling too hard on the redhead?s hair, making her grin in sheer pain. The crowd was yelling continuously and big Ulrike leaned over the strong brunette, trying to crush her under her weight. She did her best not to avert her eyes from Blanche?s, as she felt she damned had to stand the French peasant?s wild looks, as Helmuth taught her. Look in her eyes, always look in her eyes, if you want to make her feel your strength!
But Blanche knew she had a most terrible grab on the bigger woman. She pulled harder on the redhead?s mane, further arching back the German?s head ? Ulrike let a moan of frustration, unable to stick her eyes to Blanche?s and parted her strong legs, holding the French to the floor. Some moments passed by and the big redhead began to search for her foe?s mammaries but then, the locksmith?s wife briskly sunk her teeth in her foe?s left brest that dangled around her face, unprotected.
?Neiiiin!? yelled the big redhead.
I got you, cow! ? thought Blanche and sucked the redhead?s nipple, getting a mouthfull of Ulrike?s breast flesh. She bit harder then, making the German peasant bark like a wounded dog. The invitees yelled, cheering Blanche as she tried to hold Ulrike in place, preparing to bite her as deeply as she could.
?Get away, Ulrike! Get away!? shouted Helmuth and the bigger woman readily leaped back, avoiding the ripping of her breast. However, the brunette had already found her mark, as a thin streak of blood began to easily flow off the bitten mammary.
?Get up, Blanche! Get up!? urged Le Duc, but the strong brunette had better to do: she delivered a double kick that got Ulrike in the chest, throwing her on butts.
The crowd was shouting and clapping, excited by the narrow fight, encouraging the two women that readily got to their feet.
?How about a pause, milords?? asked the earl from Britain. ?These peasants are fighting valiantly? Let them recover their strengths??
?Say yes, milord!? whispered Helmuth, anxiously. ?There are few things I would like to tell our Ulrike!?
?What do you say, graff?? asked the marquis.
?I think the earl is wise?? said Von Bulau, listening to his knight?s advice, and Le Duc motioned the two women to retreat towards their masters.
Ulrike came near the graff?s seat. She was breathing heavily and a creek of dark blood was already staining her left breast.
?You are doing good, Ulrike!? said Helmuth. ?How do you feel??
?I am thirsty, milords? I reckon I am damned thirsty?? she said and the graff gave her a cup of wine which she drank in a gulp. Curious, the big redhead looked at her foe ? Blanche was doing the same thing at the other table, across the hall.
?What do you say about the French bitch?? asked Helmuth.
?She hits faster than I thought? She is strong? But if it were not for that awful bite, I would?ve choked her, I swear to you!?
?All right, Ulrike, all right?? said Helmuth. ?See that black man near her? He taught her how to bite! But I know, believe me, I know what you have to do in order to beat her! You are better than her at close range but then, she will always bite you, you got that? That?s how they fight in Numidia, the land of the black man! So, beware of her teeth! Hit her as hard as you can before engaging in a close clash! Hit her as hard as you can, got that? Use your forehead, the way I taught you! I know from my experience that blacks are not aware of these kind of blows! Head butt the bitch and aim her breast, got that? Aim her right breast, Ulrike! You already crushed it twice and she?ll not stand another couple of good blows! Got that??
?Yes, milords? Please? Believe me I?m doing my best!?
?You?ll beat her, you?ll see! Head butt her breast and beware of her teeth!?
?Are you ready?? asked the marquis, interrupting Helmuth.
The graff nodded and Le Duc motioned the two women towards the middle of the hall.
The audience was silent. Bent from their waists, arms raised in guard, the two peasants began to move in circles, looking for an opening in each other?s guard. Their eyes threw furious glares, their voluminous breasts were slowly dangling from side to side, and their strong butts easily trembled as they took small steps towards each other. Blanche?s lips were swollen and she was still bleeding from her broken nose but then, Ulrike?s left breast was letting a rivulet of blood that ran down on her belly, already reaching the triangle of curly hair that covered her lower belly.
Hit her! I have to hit her! ? said the big redhead to herself. I have to aim her right breast! ? she thought, looking at Blanche?s battered mammary: it was slightly swollen and its nipple was violet.
Taller Ulrike attacked first, delivering hammer butt after hammer butt at Blanche, but the latter began once again to launch her strange slaps, that powerfully snapped the redhead?s head from side to side. A furious exchange of blows ensued as the two women stood toe to toe ? they began to let screams of fury and both mounted the pressure, shoving each other. It seemed that Blanche?s slaps were overwhelming the bigger woman but then, Ulrike powerfully dived, head first, in the brunette?s right breast. Strong Blanche was taken unaware by this unexpected assault; she felt her mammary flatten painfully under the impact and she gave a high pitched scream. She took a step back but Ulrike followed her closely and unleashed a kick at the belly, throwing the brunette against the nearby table.
?Your Blanche will bite the dust, marquis! My German frau will tear her to pieces!? hissed the graff as the redhead jumped at the strong brunette, getting her in a side neck lock.
?Don?t hurry, Ulrike!? yelled Helmuth. ?Take your time and punch her hard!?
His voice was covered by the crowd?s shouting, as everyone urged the two stout peasants to go on.
?Slam her down, Blanche! Slam down the German cow!? yelled the marquis, as the strong brunette encircled the redhead?s waist with her strong arms. Blanche tried to hook Ulrike?s legs from behind, attempting to tumble her down, while the latter kept bending the strong brunette by leaning on her neck. Again, Ulrike began to punch the brunette in the face but this time, Blanche seemed to secure a better hold on the redhead?s waist. They were giving guttural moans, tussling each other with all their might ? big Ulrike dragged the French woman after her, in powerful bursts that threw Blanche?s heavy breasts from side to side, but the strong brunette always managed to erect her trunk, trying to lift her bigger foe.
Suddenly, tall Ulrike let a brief moan of bewilderment, looking in disbelief at Helmuth.
I got her! ? realized Blanche, as she felt the big redhead could not regain balance.
?That?s it, marquis!? said Le Duc, seeing that Blanche succeeded in securing a powerful hug around the redhead?s hips. ?That?s Blanche favorite move! Watch this!?
Hissing in effort, the sturdy French parted her long legs and steadied her strong embrace ? big Ulrike felt she lost the leverage that allowed her to punch Blanche?s face and a moment later, the locksmith?s wife raised the big redhead from the floor. She held her up in the air for a brief moment before hooking Ulrike?s legs from behind and slamming the bigger woman to the floor, on her left flank.
?Aaah!? moaned the shepherd?s wife as Blanche landed across her.
However, the redhead still had Blanche in the neck lock. She readily twisted on her belly and got to her knees, forcing the brunette to kneel beside her and, for awhile, they impinged against each other, trying to force the other one flat on her side. As time passed by, the struggle became more and more violent ? their trunks began to snake in bursts, waving up and down, until big Ulrike, aided by her superior weight, managed to push Blanche on her right side.
?I got you, schwein!? she mumbled, as Blanche began to throw her long legs in the air, trying to roll back on her knees. ?I got you!?
However, strong Blanche embraced her foe?s waist and strained for all she was worth. For awhile, the two women remained motionless, taking loud breathes.
?There she is, marquis!? smiled Le Duc. ?Watch our beloved Blanche!?
Ulrike was leaning on her, crushing the brunette under her weight, when the stout brunette bit her by the cheek. The redhead let a sharp yell and released the pressure of her neck lock. Damned bitch, she thought and a moment later, Blanche fully rolled her, turning Ulrike belly up and slamming her against the floor. Before Ulrike could make out what happened, she found herself mounted by the French woman who was snarling wildly, right above her face.
?You are mine, German cow!? said Blanche before grabbing the redhead by the mane.
?Get her by the hair! Get her by the hair!? shouted Helmuth then and Ulrike, fuelled by fear, instantly grabbed Blanche by her mane and pulled her head towards her, forcing the brunette to curl above her.
Again, the two women remained motionless, as if none knew what to do next. The men in the audience began to stare in Blanche?s pried butts, that allowed a most clear sight of her hairy groin. Even her womanly crease could be seen through the thick bush that ran up, fading between her hard as rock buttocks.
?I?ll kill you, cow!? she said and began to bang Ulrike?s head against the floor.
Desperate, the big redhead let a scream. She brought her heels near her strong butts and attempted to bridge, hoping to dismount the French woman, but the latter was banging Ulrike?s head harder and harder. Dull thuds were heard and soon, the big German began to throw her legs from side to side, in desperation. Her loud screams went sharper, as she understood that younger Blanche will go on, relentlessly, until she, Ulrike, will pas out. She began to squirm, seeing the brunette through a blur but then, she suddenly found a way out.
She gathered her remaining strength and her knee dashed up, finding its mark between Blanche?s widely pried thighs. Graff Von Bulau compared the ensuing sound with that of a frog being trampled, and Blanche froze above the German, sighing loudly.
?Jaaa, Ulrike! Crush her cunt! Crush her stinking cunt!? shouted Helmuth.
Again, the redhead delivered a most powerful knee ram that dug in Blanche?s genital fur, making her sigh loudly and curl above Ulrike. The shepherd?s wife seized her chance and grabbed the brunette?s neck in a reverse lock, capturing Blanche?s head at her left armpit and steadied her before delivering a third knee blow that shook the stout French from head to toe.
?Punch her! Punch her, Blanche!? shouted Nene but it?s bigger Ulrike who began to throw punch after punch in her foe?s ribs, making the stout brunette grunt heavily, unable to find a way to fight back.
?Jaaa, Ulrike! Crush her cunt! Punch her belly! Crush her cunt and punch her belly!? shouted Helmuth and her pupil began to alternate the blows, as ordered, feeling that the locksmith?s wife was unable to find a way out of the powerful grip.
Blanche tried to punch back, but hadn?t had enough leverage and, slowly, she felt her forces fade away. I must find a way out, she thought. A way out. I have to follow Nene?s advices.
She began to fumble over her foe?s chest, trying to feel Ulrike?s heavy breasts, but this didn?t help: bigger Ulrike caught her by the wrist and parted Blanche?s arm away. A way out. A way out, she thought, as she couldn?t use her left hand anymore. She began to search a target with her other hand. Caught at Ulrike?s armpit, unable to see anything, shaken now and then by the knee rams that ravaged her, Blanche slid her hand over the floor. She felt the redhead?s thick mane. Ulrike turned her face away. Blanche outstretched her hand, blindly following the redhead.
?Schwein!? hissed the big German, wildly, and kneed her foe?s cunt for all she was worth.
Blanche quaked, almost crumpling over the redhead and then, Ulrike made a great mistake. As Blanche?s right hand approached her eyes, the redhead set free the brunette?s left hand, grabbing the fingers that threatened her orbits.
A moment later, Blanche plunged her free hand in Ulrike?s face. The brunette?s claws readily found the redhead?s eyes. She gouged them. Both. As hard as she could. The way Nene taught her.
?Neiiiiin! Aaaaaah!?
Desperate, the big redhead set Blanche free and hastily crawled away on butts and elbows but the fierce brunette mounted her, forcing Ulrike flat on her back. She placed then her big butts on the redhead?s belly and grabbed her by the hair with one hand while seeking to gouge her eyes with the other hand. Ulrike gave a yelp of fear and began to twist violently underneath the French peasant, but Blanche steadied the bigger woman by rocking her heavy ass on the redhead?s belly. Moments later, she pinned Ulrike?s head to the floor by pulling on her hair and managed to press her thumb in the German?s eye socket, making the redhead shriek in terror.
?Neiiiin! Neiiiin!? screamed the bigger woman and began to buck like a wild mare, succeeding in dismounting the brunette. Instantly, she rolled on all fours but Blanche remained atop.
The brunette readily went for the strangle from above, but the elder woman suddenly headbutted in reverse, stunning the brunette. Still yelping and scared, Ulrike crawled away, leaving a confused Blanche behind her. She then sat on the floor, taking her time to rinse her eyes when strong Blanche slowly got up on unsteady legs, shaking her head. The French woman was still dazed by the head blow and, for some moments, she stood apart, trying to recover her senses; meanwhile, Ulrike crawled even further, rinsing her tearfull eyes.
?Wonderful, milords?? yelled the earl from Britain. ?Let?s give them a chance to recollect themselves! I reckon I want this fight to last as long as possible??
Both Helmuth and Le Duc began to whisper at their lords ears and the marquis motioned the two women to go at their places.
?It will be the last pause, milords?? said the marquis then, as strong Blanche approached him. He turned to her: ?It?s only your fault, woman! You should have followed the German cow! You should have followed the cow and knocked her down, for Christ sakes!?
Blanche was taking shallow breathes and shrugged her shoulders.
?You shouldn?t have stopped the fight, milord!? she answered. ?I?ve almost blinded her! I was preparing to grab her by her stinking cunt, and she would have been mine??
?You will do it next time!? said Le Duc. ?What do you think, Nene??
?Big bitch unable to stand much. No stamina. Blanche must exhaust her. Blanche must avoid a decisive clash until the big bitch tires.?
?Hmm? That?s what I think too?? said Le Duc toughtfully. ?You understood Nene, didn?t you, Blanche??
?I did, milord! The cow is strong, all right, but I also feel she?s not worth in a long run? I?ll exhaust her as hard as I can and if she?ll get me, however, at close range, I?ll bite her and escape? She?s not used to this kind of scratch or bite fight!?
?Do whatever suits you best but finish her off, Blanche, or else, your husband won?t get his mill? And neither will you get the chance of seeing Nene again!?
?Milord!? blushed Blanche.
?Nevermind, woman! My priest is ready to forgive any of your sins? By the way? How is your cunt doing??
?Milord?? blushed Blanche even more, throwing a furious glare toward her enemy. ?It still hurts? The bitch did hit me, I reckon! May I? er? may I kill her, milord??
?That?s what I wanted to hear you say!? smiled the marquis. ?That?s what I wanted to hear! Beat her until she shits all over, you hear me! Trample her until she breathes no more!?
Blanche looked at Nene. Snarling, he made a strange sign, as if he advised the brunette to bite Ulrike?s throat. A throat bite, if well applied, always killed your enemy. Always.
?All right? Listen, Blanche!? said Le Duc. ?Keep attacking her! Keep attacking her but be ready to retreat anytime! Don?t engage her in a decisive clash before you see that her legs are unsteady! Then, wrestle her down and bite her throat, you got that??
Blanche looked at Nene. He acquiesced.
?Draw her blood! I want to see big woman?s blood! Big woman must choke on blood!? whispered the black man.
?Now, drink that!? said Le Duc, as Blanche nodded and offered her a small cup of brandy. She sipped it at once, feeling a pleasant warmth running through her flesh. She looked at the shepherd?s wife.
Ulrike was still rinsing her eyes. Helmuth was talking and talking and talking , telling her to hug the brunette and slam her down.
?She?s strong and she fights dirty! Your chance is to squeeze her strength off! You must take advantage of your superior weight while keeping a safe distance from her! Slam her down until she won?t be able to get up anymore, got that??
?I do, meinherr!?
?Slam her down the way I taught you? But be fast, or else, she?ll bite you or whatever??
Ulrike nodded again and looked at the cup of wine in front of her landlord. The graff motioned her to drink it.
?We are talking about twenty acres of forest, meine frau! Twenty acres of forest!? he emphasized as the marquis motioned the two women to get in the middle of the great hall.