medieval deathfight iv

[segano]

MEDIEVAL DEATHFIGHT IV

By Sega


Ulrike and Blanche approached each other, arms raised in guard, looking fiercely at each other. The began to breath through clenched teeth, in anticipation, and the marquis waited for some moments, until the tension between the two peasants became almost palpable.
?Go!? he said.
This time, they rushed at each other, yelling, anxious to finish the fight once and for all. Their strong bodies smacked and, for awhile, they fought to get the upper hand. Blanche broke the mutual hug and retreated, her eyes cautiously following the bigger woman.
The redhead jumped at her, arms erect, and another test of strength ensued. It became obvious that the strong brunette was preparing to bite, as she set free her foe?s hands ? Ulrike stumbled forwards and Blanche hugged her, ready to sink her teeth in her foe?s neck, but the shepherd?s wife broke the embrace and retreated on the spot. Again, they began to circle each other and, as Ulrike raised her arms, Blanche found the opening she expected and rushed forth, ready to claw the redhead?s huge mammaries.
?Aaaah?? yelled the German peasant as the brunette?s nails found their mark. She grabbed Blanche?s wrists and tried to pry them away from the big breasts, but the locksmith?s wife sunk her fingers deep in the soft flesh. She felt the redhead?s breasts gnash under the awful crush and twisted them in opposite directions, making Ulrike yell sharply but then, the bigger woman savagely head butted the strong brunette.
A crunching noise was heard and the brunette?s head snapped. Blood began to pour abundantly from her broken nose and she took a step back, looking in bewilderment at the taller woman. However, she recovered on the spot and, as she was still crushing Ulrike?s breasts, she pushed her forcefully, making the German peasant yell once again as Blanche?s nails dug their way deep in the mammary flesh.
?Damn you!? cursed bigger Ulrike then and punched her foe in the face, throwing her head sidewards and provoking another loud crunch. Shaken, the strong brunette moaned but, in response, she pulled her foe?s breasts with all her might, making Ulrike yell once again.
?Kick her, Blanche!? shouted Le Duc. ?Crush her tits and kick her thighs!?
The brunette managed to get Ulrike?s nipples between the thumbs and index fingers and began to powerfully milk her, making the big redhead quake in pain. She felt from the German?s cries that she was unable to protect herself and then, Blanche?s right foot dashed in a circular blow, getting the redhead in the thigh. Ulrike let a howl and pushed both palms in her foe?s chin, forcing her head backwards but still, she couldn?t free her nipples. Blanche kicked again then, but Ulrike pushed her so hard that she made the French peasant lose balance while kicking.
Again, they split, breathing heavily. Now and then, Ulrike would massage her aching breasts, while the strong brunette was trying to stop the heavy bleeding from her nose.
Blanche looked at the blood that covered the back of her palms and she felt a cold fury build up in her. I?ll kill her, she said to herself! God is my witness that I shall kill the German bitch!
She took a deep breath and charged the taller redhead, letting a low groan, as if she was a wild she-bear. Breathing through clenched teeth, the shepherd?s wife retreated hastily but she readily understood that now, Blanche would attack to the very last consequence.
I have to face her, she realized, as the strong brunette was following her, arms erect.
The great hall became silent as bigger Ulrike moved in too ? the peasants? powerful bodies collided and bigger Ulrike swilftily encircled Blanche?s waist while the brunette grabbed the redhead?s mane. They held the stance for a too brief moment, steadying their grip and then, the shepherd?s wife twisted briskly, loading the strong brunette over her hip, the way Helmuth taught her. The locksmith?s wife was still pushing Ulrike and this aided the German to to hoist Blanche off the ground, throwing her up in the air. The strong brunette gave a shout of bewilderment as she felt no more the floor under her soles ? Le Duc opened wide his eyes and Nene cursed as Blanche?s long legs pointed straight to the ceiling for a brief moment before the redhead powerfully slammed her stout foe to the floor, back first.
?Aaaah...?
The brunette arched her back in sheer pain and tried to roll away, but Ulrike followed her: in the very moment Blanche got on all fours, the shepherd?s wife got the French woman by the hair, keeping her down on knees and erected palms. Nene yelled something and Blanche sprang forwards, despite the pain in her scalp, but bigger Ulrike crumpled over her, getting the brunette in a most powerful face lock. The crowd was still stunned by Ulrike?s swift maneuvers, when she embraced her foe?s trunk from above, resting her tense belly on the back of Blanche?s head.
Then, she strained, making the strong brunette sigh in the embrace. Oh, I have a good hold on her! Thanks God I have a good hold on her, thought Ulrike, in relief.
?Jaaa, meine liebe! You got the French whore! Do her! Do her, as I taught you!? urged Helmuth in the deep silence of the hall.
The crowd went mad on the spot. Blanche impinged on knees as hard as she could, but bigger Ulrike leaned on her with all her weight, forcing the brunette to curl beneath her.
?Push, Blanche! Push and topple her! You can do it! You can!? yelled Le Duc, baffled, and the French peasant impinged again on her knees. The muscles of her ample butts hardened like rock, but the German woman reinforced the hug until feeling Blanche?s shallow breathes.
The strong brunette curled, straining at her turn, from head to toe but then, Ulrike briskly got up, forcing the brunette to follow the movement. Blanche was breathing heavily and her breasts easily dangled up and down; she parted her long legs and pushed forth, giving all she could in the desperate maneuver.
I must topple her on butts! Topple her on butts, she said to herself, heavily breathing.
You do what I want you to do, thought the big German, leaning with all her weight on her foe?s back and pressing her chin against Blanche?s spine.
Blanche gave a muffled shriek ? she tried to resist beneath the bigger woman but Ulrike hardened the waist embrace and soon, the brunette?s muscles let her out and she fell on parted knees and elbows. She felt the redhead?s weightful of flesh and bones that crushed her; Ulrike?s chin was spiking her spine and then, Blanche?s knees slid away.
Desperate, she pushed forth with all her might. I damned have to topple her! I have to topple her! ? she thought as the German bitch began to slide backwards. Blanche began to breath faster, in hope, and powerfully sprang forward, taking by surprise the big redhead. Again, she made Ulrike slide on the floor.
?Bravo, Blanche! Push her! Push her and then topple the bitch!? yelled Le Duc, clutching his fists.
In a tremendous effort, Blanche managed to raise from the floor on parted soles. Still bent under the big redhead, she embraced her foe?s strong thighs and began to pedal, forcing bigger Ulrike to the nearby table but then, the shepherd?s wife leaned over Blanche, bringing the strong brunette back to her knees. Urged by the audience shouts, the locksmith?s wife raised once more her ass and went on pushing her foe. Her massive breasts swayed back and forth, her large belly was inflating and deflating in fast pace and finally, she managed to push Ulrike even further. The big German began to backpedal but the brunette held her thighs, impeaching the bigger woman to move at ease. After some moments, the redhead was obliged to lean again over the strong brunette, pressing the chin on Blanche?s spine as hard as she could and forcing her for the third time on parted knees.
Jesus, thought Blanche, she?s so heavy! Hastily, she raised her ass and tried for the fourth time to bump the redhead but then, Ulrike fully straightened her trunk and set Blanche free ? the strong brunette shouted in triumph and wanted to get up but, in doing so, she rushed straight in the trap set by the redhead. The shepherd?s wife readily captured the brunette?s neck at her left armpit and, straining mightily, she forced Blanche back to her knees, curling above her.
?Aah!?
Blanche began to squirm and bigger Ulrike hardened the powerful neck lock, steadying the kneeling brunette at her armpit. She kneeled too, resting her weight over her foe?s shoulders. She felt the locksmith?s wife coarse breathes and she strengthened even more the lock, until Blanche began to tremble. The brunette?s mighty butts hardened like rock and she let hisses of effort, but Ulrike took a deep breath and unleashed a most powerful punch that dug in her foe?s loins, launching waves through the brunette?s breasts and belly.
?Aaaah!?
The locksmith?s wife froze beneath the bigger woman, unable to even breathe. Her hands began to rummage in haste on the redhead?s butts. She found nothing to get a grip on and Ulrike hardened the lock even more ? the redhead sensed her foe?s growing dismay as Blanche began to let brief sighs and, without allowing her to recover, she dug another punch in the brunette?s loins, making her big butts quake.
?Aaaaah!?
Strong Blanche yelled and her knees began to give out, sliding away. She strained, exhibiting the steel muscles of her thighs, but there was nothing she could do as Ulrike leaned over her with all her weight: the brunette?s strong legs were gradually giving away. Ulrike?s sustainers started to urge the redhead to go on.
?Punch her! Punch her again, meine liebe!? shouted Helmuth. ?Take a deep breath and punch her as hard as you can! Got that??
?Push, Blanche! Push!? advised Le Duc and his pupil tried her best to impinge on knees but then, a most terrible blow exploded in her kidney, launching a devastating pain that ran from her loins to the depth of her cunt. The French peasant tried to stand the pain and took a shallow breath but her belly muscles were stuck. She felt she was about to throw up and her stomach began to flutter, uncontrollably. Ulrike sensed the brunette?s growing disarray and, taking a deep breath, she dug another blow in Blanche?s loins.
This time, the locksmith?s wife jerked from head to toe and her voluminous ass fell to the ground, between her parted feet. She felt the cold floor under her cunt and, as she tried to breath, she felt that her mucles wouldn?t obey her anymore.
Pain! The pain in her back was terrible! She sunk her nails in Ulrike?s big butts but then, the shepherd?s wife punched her so hard that Blanche opened her mouth wide, freezing. Eyes shut, she brought both palms at her back and she arched her head, showing her teeth ? she began to quake, while Ulrike rapidly moved behind her.
?Get up, Blanche! She?s behind you Get up, fast!? yelled Le Duc and the strong brunette understood that she was in great peril. She overcame the pain and she hastily crawled forth on knees but couldn?t escape the bigger redhead who encircled her waist fom behind.
The crowd roared, acclaiming the redhead. Desperate, Blanche leaped forward, but this only allowed Ulrike to force her on all fours, beneath her, steadying her big butts over the brunette?s voluminous ass.
?Push back, Blanche! Pushe the bitch back!? shouted Le Duc as his pupil began to squirm in the redhead?s arms but the latter held her tight for awhile before setting her waist free. Blanche changed tactics then ? she raised on her knees and tried to push backwards, but bigger Ulrike took advantage of it and encircled her foe?s neck with both arms, steadying a devastating hold on the strong brunette.
?Push her back, damn it!? urged Le Duc and the locksmith?s wife twisted and snaked in front of the bigger woman. She got on her muscled butts and impinged on soles, trying to tumble Ulrike on her ass, but the shepherd?s wife was too heavy and forced the brunette once again on all fours, beneath her. Blanche began to feel the terrible strength of the redhead?s vice around her throat and bucked, throwing her big butts in the air. She began to snake vividly, almost throwing the redhead off her, but Ulrike seemed to wait for it: she instantly captured the brunette?s waist between her powerful legs, crossing her ankles beneath Blanche?s tense belly.
?Oh, mon Dieu!? hissed Blanche, out powered, and crumpled beneath the bigger woman. Her voluminous breasts flattened under her and she let a sharp hiss, struggling to break free.
No use. Bigger Ulrike had a most powerful grip on her and the spectators yelled madly, as each encouraged his favorite. Blanche swallowed her spittle. She felt an cold icycle impale her heart and she strained from head to toe, trying to stand the combined neck strangle and waist scissors but soon, she opened wide her eyes as she understood she was caught beyond escape by the shepherd?s wife. Ulrike?s strong arms were crushing her throat while her tremendous legs squeezed the brunette?s belly, depriving her of the much needed air. Blanche began to twist her head, trying to bite her foe, but the bigger redhead knew what the brunette was after and reinforced both holds.
The locksmith?s wife froze. She saw in a blur the nobles that stared at her. She heard Nene?s urges but there was nothing she could do. Suddenly, she felt a cold draught in her hairy groin and she understood that her strong legs had parted unconsciously.
Again, she felt the cold icycle pierce her heart. She was scared. She was damned scared. She impinged on the balls of her soles, preparing to get on all fours.
?Crush her, Ulrike! Crush the bitch!? urged Helmuth then and the big redhead strained with all her might, feeling her steel thighs slowly crush the brunette?s waist. Strong Blanche tried to resist ? she pushed on her feet, her face went red and she grinned, but soon, she could only hold her breath, trying to keep on. Some moments passed by and, urged by the crowd, the big German reinforced the scissors. Blanche exhaled loudly, giving a deep grunt and grabbed Ulrike?s forearms, trying to dislodge them from her throat.
?Ja, meine liebe, ja! She?s yours! She?s yours! Do her! Do her, now!? yelled Helmuth when seeing the strong brunette desperately gag for air under his pupil?s crush.
?Hold on, Blanche! Hold on!? yelled Le Duc at his turn but then, big Ulrike gave a loud groan and briskly rolled on her back, bringing the locksmith?s wife above her.
The crowd let a terrible ?ooh? when seeing the strong brunette helplessly flail her limbs, caught in the double embrace. Her big breasts trembled like gelatin, in rhythm with her fast breathes and her muscled thighs parted, revealing Blanche?s thick fur, covering her fat cunt. She was letting brief gulps and her eyes ran vividly from side to side, seeking an undefinible help.
Mon Dieu, mon cher Dieu, she said to herself as her bare heels slipped on the floor in the attempt of bridging out of the double grip. She let an awkward groan, as if she was a kid in deep pain and the audience let a loud hooray, realizing that the French peasant was losing control of the fight. The shepherd?s wife snarled ? she felt the strong brunette weaken between her thighs and, taking a deep breath, she hardened the scissors. The twenty acres of forest will be ours, she thought. We will have twenty acres of forest!
Ravaged by the redhead?s squeeze, strong Blanche gave a hoarse moan and the onlookers roared, encouraging bigger Ulrike. The brunette had her eyes wide open and, desperate, she seized Ulrike?s knees, trying to pry them, but the shepherd?s wife reinforced the crushing scissors. Blanche gave a scared groan, sensing that the redhead?s legs were too strong for her and she hastily clutched to the arms that encircled her throat.
However, Ulrike briskly arched, pulling the brunette?s head and taking her time to waste the brunette?s strength in the double grip. She held her like that, listening to Blanche?s mute sighs, staring at her quivering flesh and feeling the brunette?s bones soak in the deadly embrace. Now and then, strong Blanche would briskly jerk her long legs, attempting to free herself, but the bigger redhead simply reinforced the scissors until the locksmith?s wife yielded and began to moan in fast pace.
?Hold on, woman! Hold on, Blanche!? yelled Le Duc. ?Twist and get out of it!?
However, Ulrike was snarling, sensing that she brought her foe near the end of the rope and scissored her once again, making the strong brunette groan and raise her parted legs in the air.
?Jaa, Ulrike! Jaa, meine walkirie!? shouted the graff.
Blanche?s muscled calves quaked. She was out of air. Her nipples were filling with blood. And her right breast, the one Ulrike hit repeatedly at the beginning of the fight, was blue and slightly swollen.
I got her, said Ulrike to herself. She?s mine! The French bitch is mine!
Realizing that Blanche had no way out, the redhead?s sustainers began to shout. Strong Blanche was moaning helplessly in Ulrike?s double grip that drained off her strength. Her powerful thighs began to quiver and Ulrike strained so hard that the brunette suddenly gave a muffled shriek ? she quaked from head to toe and then, her strength failed her and the brunette?s strong thighs fell apart, opening like a book. Her huge butts pried too, allowing a full sight of the scarce tufts around her ass hole. She groaned louder and her legs began to flail uselessly ? she tried once more to twist, but the big German scissored her relentlessly, making Blanche seek Nene in the crowd gathered around them.
She didn?t see him. Where was Nene? ? she asked herself while the big German squeezed her until Blanche began to throw herself about, as if she?s been caught in a deadly trap.
She spread her arms and she began to gasp. Her toes began to knead the air. She felt the blood that rushed in her skull, blurring her sight. She tried to breathe. She had no air.
She caught me, mama, she caught me. She looked around, realizing that all the men?s eyes were stuck to her widely exposed crotch. Thanks God, she saw Nene ? he was staring in her eyes, urging her to do something, but what?
She felt Ulrike?s forearm pressing her chin and then, as Nene urged her to bite, she realized... She was almost passing out but she still had the force to sink her teeth in the redhead?s forearm. Nene shouted like mad and began to jump around them. Blanche felt the salty taste of the redhead?s blood, she heard the shouts of the audience and this fuelled her.
Again, she bit Ulrike?s forearm, ripping the redhead?s flesh. Blood began to pour on Blanche?s face and she bit harder. Harder. And harder. I?ll crush her bloody bones, said Blanche to herself. I?ll rip her veins!
And then, she heard a high pitched yell.
Unable to stand the pain anymore, Ulrike bucked her hips, throwing the strong brunette aside. While Blanche, dazed, rolled on her belly, the big redhead got up slowly and made it to the nearest table. She was so thirsty that she took a cup of wine which she drank in a gulp. Blood was pouring off her forearm and, stumbling, she got near Helmuth, holding her wound. Her strong legs were trembling and she was looking haggardly around.
?Mein Gott!? she mumbled. ?She always bite? The bitch??
?She bites because you are stronger, Ulrike!? said Helmuth. ?Don?t think about it anymore! Kill her, Ulrike! You?re stronger than her and she knows it! Kill her!? he urged her.
The shepherd?s wife swallowed her spittle. She grabbed Helmuth?s shirt and tore its sleeve with a brisk movement, making the spectators laugh.
?Help me!? she said, trying to tie the ripped sleeve around her forearm. Helmuth aided her, hastily, but blood still poured through the improvised bandage.
?I swear to God I?ll crush her!? she said.
?That?s what I wanted to hear? Now, go and kill her!? hissed the German knight.
The big redhead took a deep breath and searched for her foe. The French peasant was still dazed. She had clutched her hands to the brim of a nearby chair and awkwardly tried to hoist herself on two feet. She could barely breathe and her long legs were wobbling as she got up. Her big ass seemed too heavy as her knees bent every now and then, as if she was on the verge of falling on butts. She managed, however, to stand on parted legs, propping her hands on the chair and Le Duc was pouring a buckettful of cold water above her.
?Face her, Blanche! Face her!? he shouted, when seeing Ulrike approach the brunette.
Blanche tried to turn, but the big redhead grabbed her hips from behind and, cheered by the audience, delivered a most powerful head butt in Blanche?s back, shaking her from head to toe, throwing quaking waves from her ample butts up to the nipples of her voluminous breasts. The strong brunette froze on the spot, clutching hands to the brim of the chair. She tried to breathe, but another head butt exploded in her back and, this time, the locksmith?s wife fell across the chair, letting a groan. Her hanging breasts were still dangling when bigger Ulrike captured her neck from above in a reverse lock, straightened Blanche and steadied her head under the left armpit, forcing her on knees. The crowd roared and the shepherd?s wife slowly kneeled behind the French peasant, arching her trunk.
Blanche?s breasts were fully showing off now, quaking in rhythm with her shallow breathes. She got me! She got me, she said to herself before letting a shriek of terror ? she felt Ulrike?s fingers rummage between her thighs until they found her cunt crease. Desperate, Blanche began to search blindly for her foe?s huge mammaries with her left hand, until feeling the left flesh globe. Ulrike gave a shout of fury and hardened the neck lock, steadying the writhing brunette, but in the meanwhile, Blanche wildly plunged her nails in the redhead?s breast, squeezing the soft flesh for all she was worth and making the shepherd?s wife cry in terror.
?Yes, Blanche, go on! Go on and rip her bloody udder!? yelled Le Duc.
?Tear her stinking cunt, Ulrike!? shouted Helmuth in response.
The two women were moaning in fast pace, grinning and hissing ? bigger Ulrike managed to grab a handful of Blanche?s pubic hair, violently kneading it while the brunette vividly twisted the redhead?s breast. After awhile, the locksmith?s wife began to pull Ulrike?s mammary in brisk bursts and then, she twisted it again, making the German peasant shriek.
?Crush big woman?s udder! Crush her udder and big woman will be yours!? yelled Nene.
?Rip her cunt! Rip her cunt, Ulrike! Do her!? shouted Helmuth while his pupil?s fingers hastily disheveled their way through Blanche?s hairy groin. The locksmith?s wife began to pull harder on the captured breast, but Ulrike hardened the neck lock, almost crushing the brunette?s wind pipe while she parted her fat labies, searching for the entrance in her womanhood. The spectators were urging them madly to go on, the graff was clutching his fingers to the table, while le marquis pursed his lips, anxiously.
?Go, Blanche, go! You can beat her! You sure can! Tear her breast!?
?Crush the French bitch, Ulrike! Rip her cunt!?
Ulrike found the wet hole, deeply embedded in Blanche?s glistening fur and penetrated it, feeling her inner flesh. The next moment, however, the brunette?s fingers seemed to bury in Ulrike?s breast flesh and a wave of blood spilled off the mammary, spreading on the redhead?s belly who let a sharp shriek.
?Aaaaaa? aaaaaaa? aaaaa??
Ulrike knew she had no time to lose, as the pain in her breast grew, invading her whole body. Gathering her strength, she bent Blanche backwards. The locksmith?s wife began to quake and then, bigger Ulrike briskly clutched her fingers inside Blanche?s cunt, grabbing her right labia as if it was a bucket handle. Blanche gave an endless shriek, shaking from head to toe and scratched Ulrike?s pierced breast for all she was worth, but the latter pulled then on the brunette?s labia, rocking the strong French woman with all her strength.
?Oh, mon Dieu! Oh, mon Dieu! Nooooooooooon!? she yelled before the bigger redhead gave a shout of fury and hoisted Blanche up by the groin, throwing her on the floor.
The brunette fell on her back, stampeding the floor and it?s only then that the crowd saw the patch of bleeding hairy skin in the redhead?s hand.
?My cunt? my cunt? my cuuunt??
Ulrike raised her hand in the air, looking around with red streaked eyes, exhibiting her trophy. Her left breast was bleeding heavily, however, while her right forearm was covered by dark clots.
?Ja, meine liebe, jaaaa! Hurry, now! Hurry!? yelled graff Von Bulau, approaching the French peasant. Thighs joined, hands slid in her crotch, the strong brunette was snaking on the floor, while a thin stream of blood was ruisselating through her fingers.
Ulrike threw the hairy flesh on the floor, then she slowly approached Blanche who retreated hastily on butts and erected palms, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She tried to get up, but the big redhead closed in and kicked the strong brunette in the belly.
?Aaah...? moaned the locksmith?s wife, curling on the floor. She leaped back and tried to roll on all fours but then, Ulrike powerfully kicked her in the spine, provoking a dull thud.
?Aaaah...?
The locksmith?s wife arched her trunk, freezing. However, desperation gave her enough strength to crawl further, until she reached the wall of the great hall. She propped her palms on the wall and attempted to get up but Ulrike delivered a most powerful kick in the brunette?s groin, throwing her against the wall, head first.
?Mon? Dieu?? mumbled the strong brunette, curling again and sliding both hands in her bleeding crotch. Her belly inflated briskly, as she seemed to strain, and she remained there, carelessly propping her forehead against the wall.
Again, Ulrike kicked her stout foe in the groin, crushing her hands and banging her head against the wall. Blanche moaned in frustration and curled as much as she could, covering her head with both arms and, therefore, fully exposing her bleeding and quivering crotch. The big redhead was already feeling dizzy, due to her breast hemorhagge and she hastily kicked Blanche once again, with all her might. Her toes disappeared in the brunette?s cunt flesh and the locksmith?s wife gave a loud gurgle, trembling.
I have to face her, she thought. Oh my God, I have to face her! ? she said to herself but Ulrike encircled her trunk from above, catching her arms in the powerful hug. Desperate, the French peasant tried to get up, but the big German lifted her off the floor and rushed her, head first, in the wall, wildly acclaimed by the spectators.
A terrible crunch was heard and Blanche fell to the ground, moving slowly, as if she was swimming in mud. She felt the bigger woman was over her, staring at her helpless attempts to get up and she tried to roll, belly up, in order to face her foe. She could punch from the floor, she really could, the way Le Duc taught her.
The onlookers roared as Blanche twisted, turning belly up, but the bigger woman grabbed her left arm and forced her flat on her right side, as if ready to mount the brunette?s flank. However, Ulrike didn?t mount her foe: she straightened her arm, exposing Blanche?s breasts that rested both on the floor. The right one! Ulrike had to crush the right breast! She looked at the wild brunette who began to hammer butt the redhead?s shin, as hard as she could. Ignoring the pain, the German peasant snarled wildly and she slipped her foot between her foe?s breasts and then, in a dash, she trampled Blanche?s right breast, crushing it between her sole and the floor.
The locksmith?s wife went stiff on the spot and gave an endless shriek, jerking in spasms, but the bigger woman pulled up Blanche?s left arm and kept trampling her breast under her bare foot, making the brunette yell from the bottom of her lungs. Terrorized, Blanche sensed that her breast flesh was tearing and ripping beneath the redhead?s stomps and, after awhile, she felt no more pain ? however, the splashing sounds that came from her crushed breast, made her yell louder and louder, to the spectators? delight.
Desperate, she managed to grab the redhead?s ankle, attempting to tumble Ulrike on butts but then, the bigger redhead turned her belly up. Blanche tried once more to get up but the sight of her right breast, blue and swollen, as if it was a tense balloon, made her yell in fear and, a moment later, she felt the German?s hand grabbing her by mane and hoisting her up. The crowd let an endless howl, enouraging bigger Ulrike, and Blanche could do nothing when the redhead embraced her and powerfully slammed her against the wall, before taking a couple of steps back, breathing heavily.
She?s too strong, thought Blanche. She?s too strong ? She looked at monsieur le marquis but she understood he would never help her.
?Fight big woman, Blanche! It?s your only chance!? yelled Nene. ?Slap her the way I taught you!?
Dazed, the strong brunette propped her big ass against the wall, raising her arms in reflex, the way Nene taught her. She looked at Ulrike with rolling eyes. Grinning, the big German approached her slowly ? she was also unsteady, due to her massive blood loss ? in fact, blood was heavily pouring from her torn mammary, gathering in her reased belly. However, the bigger woman still had resources: she feigned a kick, making the brunette lower her guard but she ensued with a slap that sent Blanche reeling along the cold wall.
The crowd roared but, to everyone?s disbelief, Blanche turned to face Ulrike, swallowing her spittle. The ladies yelled, the nobles screamed, the big hall echoed, but the sturdy brunette could hardly see anything else than bigger Ulrike who approached her, cautiously. She was also bewildered by the French peasant?s seemingly endless resources.
I punched her? I crushed her damned breast? I strangled her ? and she?s still up on two legs!
Ulrike got closer, arms erect, weighting her foe. Blanche was taking too fast breathes, her right breast was damned tense, her nose was bleeding, her cunt was bleeding too? What else? Oh! Her eyes! Blanche?s eyes! She was looking from side to side. And she blinked!
She is scared, damned her! ? thought the bigger woman. She is scared!
But then, so was Ulrike, as she felt that strength was leaving her along with her blood pouring off her breast. Besides, her right forearm, the bitten one, was getting numb?
I must hurry! I have to hurry, or else? said Ulrike to herself.
It?s only then that Blanche felt the warm creek that glued to her inner thighs. Looking down, she first saw the swollen breast that stuck to her chest like a mellow melon, and then she saw the dark rivulet that ran down on her leg from her groin.
Fury fuelled Blanche. I have to attack the German cow, she snarled. It?s now, or never! She took a deep breath.
?German whore!? she yelled and rushed against her foe, launching slap after slap at Ulrike?s face.
The elder woman retreated under the unexpected assault and Blanche?s sustainers let a loud hooray. The strong brunette was still delivering the unusual slaps that Ulrike couldn?t? block but then, the big redhead yelled like a wild animal, and decided to stand the assault, no matter what.
She charged Blanche, shoulder first, powerfully throwing the brunette back, against the wall and a violent exchange of blows ensued. The two powerful women let loud groans of effort, interspersed by brief shieks; their blows always thudded on each other?s flesh, their heads snapped, blood began to pour off their nostrils but soon, it became obvious that the bigger redhead was hittting harder and harder, overwhelming the locksmith?s wife in spite of her powerful slaps. After awhile, Blanche?s blows began to be lost in the air and the strong brunette started to bend, while Ulrike kept digging uppercut after uppercut in her foe?s belly, making her sustainers go mad. Finally, the bigger woman took a deep breath and delivered such an awful blow to the belly that the strong brunette curled around the German?s forearm, exhaling. She clutched her hands to Ulrike?s shoulders, trying to remain on two feet, but the shepherd?s wife retreated, taking her time to stare at the brunette.
Fuck! Blanche didn?t fall. She still managed to remain on two feet, propping her massive ass against the wall. She was over powered, spittle poured off her mouth, her strong legs were shaking, but she could still stand, damn her!
Big Ulrike closed in, breathing through clenched teeth. She grabbed Blanche?s wrists, parting them, and straightened the brunette, looking in her eyes. The locksmith?s wife grinned and tried to push away the bigger woman but Ulrike shoved her and got closer, her face almost touching Blanche?s, as if she was weighting what kind of blow could finish once and for all the French woman.
Ulrike briskly took a step back and delivered a mot powerful head butt in the brunette?s swollen breast. A splashing sound was heard and the locksmith?s wife froze, eyes wide open. She tried to cross her arms in front of her mammaries but the bigger woman held her arms spread and eyed the brunette from head to toe, curiously, anxious to see the effect of the last blow upon the brunette.
Damn her! Blanche suddenly shouted like mad and her knee dashed at Ulrike?s belly, shaking the redhead ? a bewildered rumor ran through the spectators, but the bigger woman cursed through her teeth and delivered another head butt in her foe?s breast.
?Ayyyyyyy!?
The high pitched shriek made everyone shiver and then, a gushing was heard, as pain made Blanche lose control of her sphincters ? a brief creek of urine sprang from between the brunette?s strong thighs, throwing the audience in a state of madness.
The brunette?s swollen breast was swelling even more under the bewildered eyes of the spectators and, ashamed, Blanche gathered strength and rammed once more her knee in her foe?s belly.
Ulrike let an ?oof?, but she head butted again her foe?s breast and she retreated, putting a safe distance between her and the strong French peasant. Shaking, Blanche shrieked sharply, unable to control herself ? she lost another jet of urine and her knees began to bend. The nipple doubled its size and went blue, while blood began to ooze through its unseen orifices.
There it is, thought bigger Ulrike then and the two women remained some three feet apart, trying to recollect. However, it?s still Blanche who charged first, although moaning in exhaustion. The big redhead felt she had only a way out and she countered the stout brunette by diving, head first, crushing for the fourth time Blanche?s right breast.
The brunette was thrown back, against the wall and Ulrike took a deep breath and punched her foe?s breast with her last forces.
The flesh and skin tore instantly: blood spilled off the mammary, flooding Blanche?s creased belly. Heavily breathing, Ulrike grinned and took a step back while the younger woman covered her breasts, doubling over in silence. She remained like this for some moments, then her legs let her out and the brunette fell to her knees, without a word. A heavy silence seemed to spread through the audience. Blanche?s belly loosened, as it rested on the brunette?s strong thighs ? then, the French peasant fully curled, pissing uncontrollably in front of the bigger woman who was breathing heavily.
?That?s it, Ulrike! That?s it!? shouted Helmuth. ?Her pisser let her out! Her pisser let her out!? he yelled.
?Damn you, woman! Fight! Fight! Fight!? screamed the marquis, furiously, and Blanche raised her arms, obediently, although she was still kneeling.
However, there was nothing she could do when Ulrike hoisted her up by the hair and embraced her waist, lifting her off the floor. The German woman held her up in order to insure a strong grip and then she rushed strong Blanche to the long table where the marquis sat. The bigger woman made her foe seat on the table?s brim and she began to crush her ribs in a mighty embrace, the way Helmuth told her about those strange warriors that lived between some faraway sands.
Her big ass flattened on the brim of the table, Blanche froze in the hug, trying to resist. She embedded her chin in her foe?s neck, ready to bite, but Ulrike was expecting the movement and readily forced the brunette flat on her back ? she then hardened the hug, pinning the French peasant on the table.
?Scissor her! Scissor her, Blanche!? urged Le Duc?s and the sturdy brunette readily crossed her ankles behind the redhead?s back, squeezing her with her last forces.
However, bigger Ulrike snarled, sensing that the brunette won?t be able to fight back for long and she reinforced the embrace until strong Blanche began to quake in her arms.
?There you are, bitch?? she whispered, staring in the brunette?s eyes. ?There you are,? she said, once again, enjoying to stare at her foe?s writhing traits. She saw desperation that slowly turned to fear and fear that gradually became terror, as Blanche?s powerful muscles were letting her out.
?You are finished, bitch!? snarled the elder woman, reinforcing the hug and leaning heavily on Blanche. She felt her knuckles bury in the brunette?s muscled back. She felt her bleeding udder mingling its flesh with her foe?s. She crushed Blanche even harder and she felt a strange delight build up in her, as she realized that the locksmith?s wife didn?t match her strength.
The strong brunette let a cry, trying to hold on, but her whole body went shivering. Soon, her ankles uncrossed. Blanche let a hiccup. Her strong calves slid on Ulrike?s muscled back.
Ulrike strengthened the hug, cautious to the way Blanche was breathing: coarselly and in brief bursts. The big redhead hardened the embrace even more, in a surge that made the strong brunette growl and, instantly, her long legs fell aside Ulrike, shaking every two or three breathes.
?Crush her in your arms!? yelled Helmuth and the elder woman squeezed the French peasant for all she was worth, feeling her arms plow in Blanche?s rib cage.
Soon, the locksmith?s wife began to jerk her strong legs in spasms. She tried to push Ulrike?s chin away with her palms, but the bigger woman began to shake the brunette in the powerful embrace and Blanche?s arms fell aside, on the table, trembling between the plates and the cups of wine. Froth gathered at Blanche?s mouth corners as she desperately twisted her head from side to side. She could not hold on anymore. Her strength was fading out. The bigger woman was suffocating her.
She got me, sweet Jesus, she got me! She gathered her strength and attempted to scissor once more the elder woman, but her muscled legs slid over Ulrike?s back. The redhead seemed tireless as she kept wearing Blanche out and the brunette raised her head, trying to bite her foe, but the shepherd?s wife arched her head while still crushing her foe?s chest.
Yes? The brunette?s eyes were popping out? Yes? Blanche?s face was writhing? The air rushed off her! Blanche was desperately breathing through clenched teeth. She tried to resist. Her face went red. She let a brief growl and she went stiff as cardboard beneath the elder woman. Overwhelmed, she began to blink.
And then, a crack was heard. And another one. And still another one, as the brunette?s ribs fractured one after the other.
?Mon? Dieu?? uttered Blanche, going limp beneath Ulrike. She suddenly quaked and she let out a loud fart, making the spectators laugh.
?Kill her! Kill her, meine liebe!? shouted Helmuth then, going berserk.
Ulrike began to jib over the brunette, snarling in triumph. Another crack signaled another fractured rib. And another one. Blanche?s bones were giving out and the sounds of the fractures fuelled the elder woman who sunk harder on poor Blanche, as if she wanted to dismantle her. The stout brunette was quaking and the big redhead triumphantly straightened her trunk above her foe?s. The locksmith?s wife was barely breathing and then, Blanche got up and retreated, eyeing her foe.
The sturdy brunette slowly regained her senses. She heard a continuous humming around her, as if she were drunk. A voice. A scream. A laughter. She awkwardly raised her trunk, propping on elbows and resting her massive ass on the brim of the table. She could not breathe. Her chest was aching all over. Her muscled legs were shaking. She tried to get up and stand but her knees bent, obliging her to grab the margin of the table with both hands. Again, she farted but now, none laughed anymore.
Mon Dieu, she thought ? the hall was reeling and her muscled legs were like cotton. She shook her head but the hall was still reeling. And still, she could not breathe in enough air.
Ulrike was eyeing the younger woman. There you are, chick! There you are? She peered at her for some more moments and then, she found another target. The real target. The one that will finish her foe for good: Blanche?s heart was throbbing, throwing brief shivers through the brunette?s breasts. The throbs were obvious, however, right beneath Blanche?s chest bone, between the joint of her lowest ribs, right where her fat padded belly began. This time, she won?t get up anymore!
?Come, sow!? hissed Ulrike. ?Come??
Blanche did her best to walk toward the shepherd?s wife. Her eyes were slightly rolling as she was still dazed, but she managed to take a step toward the bigger woman. She raised her arms in guard. She pursed her lips.
?Big woman will kill Blanche,? mumbled Nene.
Ulrike inhaled deeply and delivered a most powerful uppercut through Blanche?s guard, right under her foe?s chest bone ? to the heart. The younger woman went stiff from head to toe, unable to walk anymore and she let out another jet of urine. She waved back and forth for three or four times before she stumbled, propping once more her voluminous ass against the table and letting out a long fart.
She?s stronger than me, understood Blanche. She could breathe no more. She opened her mouth wide and let out an almost unaudible gag. Her belly was convulsing and her face went blue. A most weird smile flourished on the brunette?s face then and she extended her palms toward Ulrike, beggingly. She managed to take a shallow breath.
?I can?t? take it? anymore? please?? she mumbled.
?You?re mine, whore!? spat Ulrike and grabbed the brunette?s shoulders. She looked in her eyes and then, fear made Blanche piss once more.
?I? I had enough? please??
?You?re mine, French sow?? hissed the elder woman through clenched teeth and delivered a head butt to the heart. Blanche quaked and Ulrike retreated, taking her time to enjoy the sight of the ravaged French woman.
Propped against the table, Blanche was emptying her bladder, waving to and fro. After awhile, Blanche managed to hold herself but spittle still poured off her mouth. Ulrike rushed at her, hugging the brunette; she raised her in the air and stepped back until she got halfway between the tables, crushing the now helpless Blanche in the hug. A snarl flourished on the redhead?s face as the brunette?s shallow breathes were slowly turning to gasps. Suddenly, a most loud crack was heard and the French peasant seemed to fold backwards, letting a low groan. Her arms were twitching, her feet were jerking in unconscious bursts, while her ripped breast quaked aside her trunk, letting blood waves spill down to the floor. She was choking on her own spittle.
Ulrike sensed that Blanche was taking her last lungfuls of air. She twisted powerfully, slamming the brunette?s head against the table. A dull crush was heard and the bigger woman threw the French peasant on the floor, acclaimed by the spectators. Big Ulrike grabbed then her foe?s ankles and savagely pulled the younger woman in the middle of the hall. She parted Blanche?s legs and then she placed her knees on the brunette?s muscled thighs, pinning them to the floor. Slowly, she joined both fists above her head and waited. The brunette was taking short gasps in her last attempts to suck in air ? she saw her triumphant foe preparing for the finishing blow and uttered something. She swallowed her spittle. She drew out the tongue, obviously offering to lick the redhead?s cunt. She raised her right palm, beggingly.
? the hammer butt was aimed at Blanche?s pubic bone: it provoked a loud crack and it made the Frennch woman jerk in spasms. A red froth blasted off the brunette?s mouth and she began to quake beneath the elder woman while the audience was yelling at Ulrike, urging her to kill the brunette.
The elder woman looked at her foe: Blanche gagged for air, arching her head rhythmically, quaking as dismantled. I did her, rejoiced the redhead. I did her, she thought as she took her time to sit on her foe?s face, covering the brunette?s mouth and nostrils with her broad groin, in the hoorays of the audience.
It?s Blanche?s brisk, unconscious head movements that made her mouth and nose rub the depths of Ulrike?s crotch, harder and harder, until the redhead began to rock on her foe?s face, triumphantly showing off. She felt her cunt seal the brunette?s nostrils, while her ample butts fully covered her foe?s mouth. Ulrike was hearing the crowd?s shouts of approval as if they came from some faraway place and she raised both hands above her head, proudly looking around. She was preparing to get off the beaten woman but then, Blanche?s desperate attempts to breathe brought an unexpected pleasure in the redhead?s womanhood and she decided to remain still and take advantage of this unforeseen pleasure.
It didn?t count at all that she was surrounded by all these people. She even forgot that she had won twenty acres of forest. She felt only Blanche?s gasps in her cunt, she felt only the delicate draught coming off the beaten woman?s mouth ? it tickled Ulrike?s ass hole ? and she felt the brunette?s chin moving in spasms that rubbed the bottom of her spine. Uuh? That was good! It was much better than expected? And? Yes! The poor French peasant suddenly began to lick the redhead?s ass hole, desperately hoping to please the elder woman.
At least, she?ll let me be, thought Blanche in a dashing burst and plunged her tongue even deeper, tasting the redhead?s ass hole. It was bitter and this bewildered Blanche but still, she kept on licking Ulrike?s rear entrance, provoking loud slurps, tasting Ulrike?s ass sweat, mingled with her groin thick juices.
By then, the crowd began to clap, as the French peasant, gone almost limp, clearly gave in by the ass lick she offered to her victress.
?My Ulrike is stronger, marquis! Much stronger!? boasted the graff, as Blanche, desperate to get a relieving lungful of air, was now licking hastily her foe?s ass hole.
Oh my God! I come! ? realized Ulrike as her cunt tightened around Blanche?s nostrils, catching her unaware. The brunette licked her deeper and deeper, throwing waves of ecstasy through Ulrike?s body and forcing her to stand still, ashamed that anyone could realize what she experienced. I come! I come, she thought, trying to cover her feeling.
The brunette too felt her victress? orgasm. Hope made her think that she had pleased her ? I?ll be able to breathe, she thought but then, as the redhead kept crushing her face under her broad groin, she suddenly realized that Ulrike might not be willing to get off her. Blanche tried to push the bigger woman off her. No use. She tried to twist. No use. She tried to bridge.
Her muscles wouldn?t obey her anymore.
Scared, Blanche drew out once more her tongue, slipping it in Ulrike?s ass hole as deep as she could, until feeling the redhead?s shit.
Mon Dieu! She won?t let me be, realized the brunette as she felt Ulrike?s second orgasm ? she gradually slipped in a gray twilight, in which the sounds melted with the fading light and with Ulrike?s shit taste. The younger woman began to twitch her feet unconsciously; her fingers clawed the floor and a wave of blood seemed to rush off her ripped breast, bringing another wave of ecstasy in the redhead?s flesh. A loud fart was then heard as the strong brunette lost control of her bodily functions, suffocated beneath the elder woman and Ulrike almost passed out, ravaged by the most terrible orgasm she ever felt. Waves of pleasure rushed from her groin up to her belly and breasts, as she realized that the French peasant was succumbing ? the big German felt once more her foe?s desperate search for air and this threw another numbness in her flesh. She leaned with all her weight on Blanche?s openings, sealing her nostrils with her cunt and covering once more her mouth with her heavy butts, manipulating herself into another orgasm, an orgasm brought about by the brunette?s approaching death.
There it was! Weakened beyond any capacity to resist, the French peasant began to quake underneath the big redhead, her strong legs jerked in spasms, her palms slapped the floor. For some moments, strong Blanche quaked harder and harder, not willing to die, but then, as her last attempt to breath subsided, her flesh seemed to smoothen and she remained motionless beneath the bigger woman, while Ulrike?s juices flooded her mouth and nostrils, pouring on her cheeks .
Ulrike looked at her landlord then. She gathered her whole strength and managed to say, between the blasts of pleasure:
?I killed the bitch, meinherr! The twenty acres of forest are mine!?

[MikeJV]

WOW, GREAT story... Just like the earlier stories!!! Thanks Sega, Loved it!

MikeJV

[Bob2]

Excellent build up, very exciting-two powerful champions and one decisive finish. Thank you great story

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[Jessikafights]

Sooo! ... The German bitch won against a Frenc girl ... HMMM? Sounds like WWII ... maybe an English girl needs to teach the German slut whose the best? WINK! [img]wink.gif[/img]

Sega ... you write SWELL! (Making some parts of me swell too & get all moist! ... [img]redface.gif[/img] ) Keep on writing & posting!

Meaow!
Jessie
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