deathfight in japan - repost from the ole' board

**segano** · September 5th, 2005, 12:35 PM

deathfight in japan

by sega

At 17, the white girl was very tall and athletic - the bodybuilder type. Her
mongolian foe was much younger - only 13 - some three inches shorter and plump,
with round buttocks, an elastic potbelly, thick thighs and calves. In any other
place than Osaka, that would've been considered as a great mismatch, especially
in heigth and age, reach and experience, which advantaged the white girl, but
Japanese are real connoisseurs - the sign was the mumble of appreciation that
ran through the audience as blonde Amanda brought the spiked heels of her shoes
near her strong ass, bridging once more. Her whole body was trembling in effort:
her powerful legs seemed to be made of steel cables, her muscled buttocks looked
like two fleshy canon balls, almost breaking the white bikini, her tummy pounded
fast from the rapid breathes...
But the heavy mongolian reinforced the reverse necklock, straining at her turn,
eyelids and mouth contorted in sheer exertion; it's been more than a minute
since she captured the elder girl's neck under the armpit, her left arm
enwrapping in reverse Amanda's neck. Laying on the left side, the mongolian
waited for the blonde to suffocate under the combined action of the strangle and
of her weigth, sinking over Amanda's throat from time to time. Her big breasts
were dangling in rhythm with her jibbing, dangerously close to the blonde's
reach.
The powerful white girl gave a bewildered gurgle, as if she couldn't make out
how that girl of only 13 was atop, but raised her butts even higher while
managing to catch the mongolian's right breast with both hands. She will be
mine, she thought! I'll finish that yellow stinking cow!
"Aaaaaah!"
Groaning in pain, Trung rolled on her back, putting more pressure on the white
girl's neck and bridged at her turn, laying with all her weigth over Amanda's
throat and head. The mongolian girl's back was now crushing the blonde's face
and for some moments, they both froze, bridging: Amanda was squeezing the
mongolian's mammary through the tight red bra while Trung kept hardening the
strangle. Even their bellies stood still in that motionless struggle: none was
breathing, giving all they could in the attempt to overcome the turning point of
the clash. For the white girl, the goal was to escape the torturing grip - for
the mongolian, the purpose was to finally exhaust and suffocate the elder bitch.
The audience was mumbling louder and louder - as usual, Fukuyama matched the
fighters damned well but this was the best confrontation he'd ever organised.
Amanda originated from Netherlands and she was Noguchi's tigress, and not only,
as everyone knew. Noguchi made serious bets on her before the fight, boasting as
he usually did; in fact, the blonde was undefeated since she showed up in Osaka,
but they all knew from the very beginning that the clash will be a deadly one,
since Trung was also a killer, although she was so young...
Fukuyama brought her especially for this fight, all the way from The Arab
Emirates. She was mongolian, but was bought by an Arab sheikh when she was only
10 years old and trained on purpose for such tigress fights... Now, Buluth, her
Arab master, smoked silently in his armchair - he has promised Fukuyama that
Noguchi's pride will lower considerably after the contest. But Noguchi, standing
beside the Arab, was still confident in the white girl.
"She has been in worse situations." he said, as if reading Buluth's thoughts.
"She never fought against Trung." came the Arab's answer.
"Mmmmhaah!" - grunting, the white girl briskly started to knead Trung's breast
in uncontrolled bursts and the mongolian felt that her tactics finally showed
fruits and bridged still more, hardening the necksqueeze with all her might,
crushing the blonde's face under her back. Her body was still frozen, eyes and
lips contorted, breathing through clenched teeth, standing the powerful breast
crush. The elder girl was now twisting hips from side to side, giving all she
could in the attempt to escape the killer grip; meanwhile, her hands slid under
the red bra of her younger foe, cupping the firm mammary and her fingers
disapeared in the soft flesh of the mongolian.
"Aaaaah!"
Trung's shriek echoed in the living room but she managed to stand the pain,
maintaining position over the writhing white girl. She hardened the squeeze
making Amanda shake incontrollably: her powerful white ass went down in
exhaustion, approaching the floor and Trung felt she was on the point of getting
control. She jibbed over the elder girl in furious bursts, elliciting brief
muffled groans hardly covered by the crowd's rumours, then looked at Amanda's
legs: the muscled thighs were shaking incontrollably while her feet searched
hastily for a better support, parting wider and wider. Trung snarled and went on
sinking on the white girl's neck harder and harder until the blonde's trembling
butts touched the tatami, overpowered by the growing pace of the assault. Short
muffled moans were now heard as Amanda meandered wildly in the desperate attempt
to withstand the neck crush. She pedalled on the floor, rotating her body,
trying to get closer to the mongolian, but Trung, still bridging, stepped
sidewards, keeping herself at a safe distance from the blonde.
Still clutching to the mongolian mammaries, Amanda stampeded on the tatami like
a savage bronco, flailing now and then her poweful legs towards Trung,
attempting to hook her left thigh. The mongolian's traits, already contorted
from effort, slowly became filled with anxiety. She couldn't understand how that
white slut resisted to the strangle. She had tigresss fights with all sort of
females: white, yellow and black, tall, short, fat, skinnies and muscled alike:
none resisted to such a strangle except for Amanda. But the blonde was younger
than Trung's previous foes...
Most of them were women in their twenties and thirties - they were all looking
at Trung despisely before the fight; they all begged for mercy after the
fight.... Amanda was younger and it's only now that Trung understood her
trainer: he warned her that the blonde will be difficult to deal with, due to
her age, especially, to say nothing of her results and fighting skills...
Buluth was looking at Trung with a poker face, but she knew very well what this
meant. She also heard the people in the audience talk in excited tones and
gathered once more her strength, trembling in effort. The scratches over her
mammaries were already bleeding, and the white girl searched now for the
nipples. Catching nipples was always rewarding and Trung thought for a brief
second to unlock the white girl's neck and protect that weak point, but she
realised that this meant losing the advantage gained so hard.
Which meant losing control of the fight. Which meant...
Cursing, she rocked her plump trunk from side to side, sensing that the only
chance was to exhaust once and for all the elder girl. She once fought in
England a Polish peasant - a very strong tigress brought all the way from
Wroclaw by a Russian mob - that pale skinned woman was an an expert in tit
crush, being Moscow's tigress fights queen, but Trung finally finished her by
leaving her no way to breathe... When the fight was over and she got up, the
Polish woman remained motionless on the floor, gasping for the much needed air.
So, this was the recipe, no matter how excruciating the pain was. There was no
other way. No other way...
The audience was now talking quietly as the straining mongolian eyed Amanda's
body. She still had resources. A savage body builder, as Buluth told her. A
damned strong girl. She has seen her on tapes. Osaka rules were that the
tigresss fought with shoes on, spike heeled shoes... A deadly weapon to which
Trung was not accustomed. Her trainer, Ali, told her that all she had to do was
to keep away from the feet of the elder girl and crush her.
But that damned white bitch was too bloody stout. However, her belly was now
pounding in a tremenduous fast pace, while her firm tits bounced like mad on her
chest, almost breaking the tight bra, nipples protruding from beneath the
material. This meant heavy breathing, heavy and fast breathing. Loss of air. She
could be strong, the strongest tigress ever, but air supply is crucial in a long
tigress contest. However, she could still move pretty fast and, as Trung
realised, she waited for a single mistake to use the spiked heels of her shoes -
the deadly weapon of the tigresss in Osaka....
"Aaaah!"
The tit crush was excruciating, damn it! Damn the white whore! Damn her! The
bitch was still throwing her right leg towards Trung, getting closer with every
second. Suddenly, the white girl succeeded to hook the mongolian's left thigh
with her right heel and the audience roared as Amanda, grunting wildly, slipped
hastily the right calf between the mongolianlegs, leaving a scratch on Trung's
left inner thigh. The white girl knew the lesson all right: she propped on the
left sole, raising her ass from the ground while letting lose of the mongolian's
breasts. She then slid her right hand between Trung's thighs, and impinged on
the left elbow, getting the leverage to powerfully rake the mongolian's crotch
through the bikini.
"Aaaah!"
Bewildered, the mongolian rolled briskly on her right side, obliging the white
girl to bridge in order to withstand the pressure on the neck, but Amanda hopped
on her left sole and elbow, thrusting her body sidewards, getting closer to the
mongolian. They were now trunk near trunk, Amanda propping on the left palm and
sole, arched by Trung's maneuver. Her right hand was raking tirelessly the
mongoliangirl's crotch but the mongolian's constant squirm prevented the elder
girl from sliding nails under the red bikini.
Suddenly, the mongolian girl inhaled deeply and bridged again. The movement was
extremely brutal and brisk making Amanda freeze, fingers clutched in the
nigger's bitch groin. Trung arched her back more, forcing the white girl to prop
on the tip of her shoes, following the move. And then, propping on the back of
the head, the younger girl bridged even higher - thanks God that Ali obLiged her
to do this hard maneuver until exhaustion: now, she stood on shoulders and on
parted soles,like a bow tensed to the maximum. The white girl was hardly
following the moves, neck still enwrapped by the mongolian's arm, trunk pressing
against Trung's. She was straining at her turn, attempting to paralel the effort
of her foe, but will she keep the pace? Will she?...
"Aah?!"
The white girl sighed in amazement, arched at her turn and vividly raked her
nails across Trung's crotch. Too fast, realised Trung, she rakes too fast, wich
means desperation. She's on the edge. The mongolian rolled briskly on her right
side, obliging the blonde to arch even more and pry legs wider, to prevent from
being overthrown.
Oh my God! thought the blonde. That mongolian girl is strong! But her stinking
cunt will take it! No woman can stand it. No woman ever did! The mongolian is
strong and very good at strangles, but she has a cunt, damn it! I'll snatch the
stinking hair off her cunt! She will take it at...
"Aah!" - yelped Amanda in dismay, briskly clutching her hand to the mongolian's
bikinis as Trung strained once more in a brutal outburst. I'll tear her cunt!
I'll tear it and she'll beg for mercy! She'll....
"Oooh!"
Trung strained once more and Amanda bridged even higher, the fat over her pubic
bone pointing straight to the ceiling. She took small steps sidewards on the
left foot, splitting thighs more, but this was crucial to her maneuver. Her
private crease was now showing clearly, discreetely engulfing the white bikini
and the ref approached the tigresss, staring closely at her opening, while the
spectators raised their binoculars, looking at her groin. The girls remained
motionless, contracted from head to toe for some moments and Fukuyama followed
the ref who, suddenly motioned that things could still go on. He had no comment
to make for the moment being, both contenders being in full control of their
bodies. The spectators were also leaving the binoculars: the sign was not
exhibited yet...
And, as a proof, the girls concomitantly inhaled deeply and maintained the
stance, straining. Amanda's face turned blue, but her fingers finally found
their way under Trung's bikini, slowly sinking in the mongolian's pubic hair.
"Oh, no!" moaned Trung.
The audience was dumb silent. Another deep breath ensued, shaking both bodies
strained in this ultimate display of girl power. Blood already stained Trung's
bikinis and slowly, Amanda's right leg slid beneath the mongolian's left calf,
enwrapping it. The blonde moaned briefly, preparing for this spectacular grip.
She could do it! She'd already done it, when fighting a huge sumo wrestler fron
the Myiagi province - a woman of more than 200 lbs. Enwrapping her in an
unorthodox grapevine, preventing her from writhing by spiking her foot with the
heel of the shoe and attacking the private parts... None could withstand it! No
female could! Neither will this plump, mongolian teenager, shown up from
nowhere!
White and yellow legs were now cautiously searching for the best position to
enable the following assault and, unfortunately, Amanda realised she was in no
poition to spike the younger girl. But they both steadied, bridging, the long
white leg enwrapped around the thick yellow one, the mongolian having the
blonde's neck in the strangle, Amanda engulfing fingers in Trung's crotch.
And then, it happened. Groaning, they strained, concentrating on their already
chosed targets. Their bellies went mad, waving in the unleashing bursts of
power, their limbs contracted. Grunting in raging tones, they attacked for what
seemed to be endless seconds, entwined legs fluttering in the air, to get the
much needed leverage.
The audience was silent, waiting for the outcome of this climax of female fury,
displayed by the growing pace of the moans interspersed by short screams that
went louder and louder. The results will show in no more than ten seconds, it
was obvious, as their bodies meandered in brief outbursts, as they both
attempted to outpower the other... Trung screamed from the bottom of her lungs
as creeks of blood oozed through Amanda's rummaging fingers while the blonde
groaned deeply, breathing faster and faster under the strangle - her hand
hastily seemed to comb the mongolian's pubic hair under the bikinis and her
spiked heel was still searching for a target, but Trung's legs were too short.
Suddenly, their bodies fluttered and both girls groaned deeply, in wild tones
interspersed by brief shrieks and mumbled curses - the turning point of the
clash was close but yet, none in the audience could make out which was about to
get control.
And then, it became clear. The white girl started to grunt faster and faster, in
a hoarse tone, before giving a short, bewildered, scream: her left knee slowly
fell apart and her ass got closer to the tatami as her powerful body gradually
soaked. Her butts and trunk were quivering in exertion and briskly, droplets of
perspiration covered the white skin - slowly but steadily, she was outpowered by
the younger girl. The mongolian strained again, groaning deeply, and a rale of
exhaustion was heard: Amanda's left hand slid on the floor and her right hand
relaxed, slipping out of the bikini, letting lose of Trung's crotch. After some
moments, her arm was rummaging helplessly across the mongolian's potbelly,
trying to grab once more her genital hair, but instantly, her right hooking leg
fell apart too, propping on Trung's right thigh.
The audience roared and the mongolian girl briskly jerked her hips upwards,
throwing Amanda aside. Her back hit the floor, thuding, while the younger girl
curled aside, sliding both arms in her tortured crotch. The elder girl attempted
to get up, bringing both feet to her ass and propping on extended palms, but as
she was raising, her legs let her out and she fell on the left side, uselessly
sliding her strong legs on the tatami.
Meanwhile, the younger girl managed to get on all fours, her big breasts
bleeding, swaying back and forth and went after Amanda, crawling on knees and
palms. Again, the white girl attempted to raise but her muscles gave out and she
fell on back, barely propping on elbows, gazing foggily at the mongolian
approaching her from the right side. Twisting, the elder girl tried to get away
from the hard breathing mongolian, but Trung, surprisingly, leaped forwards,
catching the white girl beneath in a cross body pin as their moistened bellies
smacked.
"Aaaaaah!"
Amanda moaned in a deep tone and curled her body. She attempted to bridge once
more but her muscles were soaked and her feet slid on the tatami, outstretching.
She barely held her head up and threw her arms across the younger girl's back,
but Trung was already propping her forearm over Amanda's throat and straightened
her trunk, kneeling beside her. Amanda gave a moan and writhed clumsily, like a
big snake.
"Oh, no!" hissed the elder girl, feeling Trung's weight on her throat and
grabbed her big mongolian buttocks with both hands, raking them.
But Trung sank briskly, delivering a tremendous headbutt in the elder girl's
left mammary.
"Aaaaaaargh!"
Amanda shrieked, desperate and started to pummel the mongolian in the flank, but
another headbutt crushed her mammary, making her outstretch her whole bodylike
cardboard. A thrird headbutt ensued and a splashing sound was heard as Amanda's
left breast was thrown out of the bra, already tumefied. Her long legs were now
jerking rhytmically, out of control, while she gave yell after yell in deep
fear.
The fourth headbutt made the elder girl rale in agony and flex thighs,
aimlessly, in an unconscious movement of protection. All the binoculars in the
audience were now pointed to Amanda's private parts, while the ref examined it
carefully too.
Meanwhile, the kneeling mongolian resumed the assault and sat on heels, staring
at the elder girl laying in front of her: she could hardly breathe, thighs
slowly parting in exhaustion, heavily breathing, moaning now and then. Blood
bathed her bikinis andas red creeks moistened her bra., ruisselating in the
creases of her potbelly.
The audience was now shouting, urging the tigresses to go on, but Amanda's
fluttering knees were gradually prying, finally touching the tatami, revealing
fully the unprotected crotch. She could just lay there, unable to protect
herself, at Trung's disposal.
"Not yet!" announced the ref, and everyone left the binoculars.
Trung caught everyone off guard by her sudden assault: she headdropped, blowing
the laying white girl in the face. Amanda's face seemed to crush under the
impact, hitting the tatami with the back of the head and the savage mongolian
got between the white girl's opened legs, embracing her swiftily in a front
bearhug from above. The white girl inhaled deeply and threw her strong legs
upwards, enwraping the mongolian's trunk, but Trung headbutted her again in the
face.
"Legs against arms..." said Fukuyama, thoughtfully, as the girls crushed the
very air off each other, moaning and hissing. It lasted for only some moments -
suddenly, the mongolian went again headbutting the white girl repeatedly,
forcefully smashing her face. Desperate, the blonde leg squeezed the mongolian
and embraced her shoulders with her muscled arms, trying to pace her down, but
Trung headbutted her continuously, making Amanda's head bounce on the tatami
like a ball.
"Oh, my... Aaaaah!.... Oh, my... Aaaah!"
Amanda's ankles slipped and she could hardly keep her calves over Trung's strong
back, attempting to rake her with the heels, but the mongolian went wilder with
every moment, strengthening the front hug in furious bursts and headbutting the
white face relentlessly.
She felt it, as usual... As with any other woman she fought... The clumsy moves
Amanda made beneath her were proof enough that the elder girl was about to lose
control. Her hands were searching in vain acrosss Trung's back for a target to
squash, her trunk was crushed and waddled by the hug and her legs were shaken by
the blows, unable to squeeze the mongolian anymore.
"Oh... Ooh... Oooh..."
Even her moans went feebler with every second, and her calves started to easily
slide on the younger girl's back until they fell apart, excruciated. Her eyes
were filled with terror and she jerked helplessly beneath the mongolian,
allowing the latter to release the hug, straighten the trunk and vividly clutch
hands around Amanda's neck, choking her with all her might.
The elder girl groaned and fluttered calves in the air, before Trung went on
sinking repeatedly over her windpipe. Terrorised, Amanda gathered her strength
and impinged on both soles, trying to dislodge her heavy foe but her ass raised
from the tatami only to fall back seconds later, overwhelmed by the younger
girl's unleashed assault. She twisted and writhed, meandering beneath the
mongolian and suddenly brought knees as close to the shoulders as she could and
released a powerful double spike thrust in Trung's calves.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The younger girl shrieked wildly, while Amanda was again spiking her, but the
mongolian leaped back, kneeling between the white girl's thighs. Amanda threw
her legs frontwards, almost catching Trung in the face, but the latter evaded
the killer blow in the last moment. For some moments, both remained still,
gasping for air, but the mongolian was the first to recover and went for the
blonde's knees and grabbed them. She steadied the white squirming legs and,
realising the white girl already gave out her last resources, delivered a savage
headbutt to Amanda's private parts, making her instantly curl on butts and slide
hands in the groin, groping to the audience with empty eyes. Kneeling between
the strong white legs, Trung headbutted again Amanda's crotch, throwing
convulsion waves through the elder girl's body. The white tits dangled, the long
muscled calves were shaking and in a deep reflex, Amanda retaliated by
pummelling the mongolian in the head.
But her blows could do no more damage now and the mongolian headbutted Amanda
again in the crotch - this time, a snap was heard and the tall girl fell back,
crying in desperation. Her trunk made a thud as it hit the tatami and her tits
bounced for some moments, but the raging mongolian never let her a chance and
ensued by sinking her teeth in the white bikini.
The elder girl yelled from the bottom of her lungs and twisted like a cut worm
on the tatami, in the mad roar of the audience. Being grabbed around the thighs
by Trung's arms, she kept heel thrusting the mongolian wherever she could,
leaving thin wounds in her back and hips, but the younger girl never let her
prey escape, mursecating like a killing lioness the white bitche's groin,
grunting, jerking her head from side to side, tearing the bikinis and the soft
flesh alike in the growing shouts of the public, making Amanda yell and writhe
in succumbing terror.
Suddenly, Trung's head froze, as if glued to Amanda's crotch, while the latter's
calves vividly quaked in the air, above the mongolian's shoulders.
An endless sharp shriek was then heard, as the younger girl briskly pulled back
her head and a stream of blood springed from Amanda's ravaged cunt.
"Aaaaaah! My clit! Aaaaaah! My clit! Aaaaaaah!""
Her shriek turned to a rale as Trung spat aside, on the tatami, a short,
tumefied piece of flesh and Amanda, desperate, slid both hands in her heavy
bleeding cunt. She raised on butts once more, driven by instinct and attempted
to join thighs, but the mongolian still held them apart.
"Oh my God!" moaned the elder girl, sensing that she could not overcome Trung's
hold and fell back, jerking her head from side to side.
"I'll tear you to pieces, whore!" hissed the younger girl while forcefully
ramming her knee in Amanda's crotch.
"Aaaaaah! My cunt! My cunt! Aaaaah!"
Amanda attempted to curl, but her whole body was aching and all she could do was
to prop on elbows, watching in terror at her younger foe. She realised that she
stood no chance against the mongolian; Trung had definitely outpowered her...
She could not longer stop that young girl...
But she's just a kid! - she thought unconsciously as she threw her hand forward,
trying to grab a mane of black hair, but the plump mongolian sprang forwards,
headbutting once more her elder foe in the face. Amanda's head snapped back and,
raling, she fell back, legs parted wide, hands stretched aside, feet laying flat
on the tatami, the tips of her shoes pointing outwards in the classic stance of
the baffled female.
The binoculars were once more raised and, this time, an endless cheer was heard
from the audience while the ref announced, hardly covering the crowd.
"White girl's cunt in distress!"
Her private crease was now wide opened, cunt bleeding and Trung, again
enwrapping the white legs, impinged hardly on the back of the thighs with her
round shoulders, pried them at the maximum and pinned them on the tatami,
besides the white girl's shoulders. Having her pinned in that small package, she
started again to headbutt the elder girl in the breasts, alternatively, making
her jerk the head from side to side.
"Oh, Geez! Aaaaah! She... she... Aaaaaaah! She kills meeeee! She kiiiiils
meeeee! Aaaaah!"
Amanda gathered her strength once more and caught Trung's mane of greasy hair,
but the younger girl was too close to the white chest: suddenly, she caught the
white girl's right bouncing breast in the mouth and engulfed the areola and
nipple.
"Stop it! Oh, my!.... Aaaaah! Stooooop it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The savage squirming bodies were now meandering on the tatami when Trung
suddenly pulled back and spat her foe's nipple aside, still pinning her in that
small package. Heavily breathing, she sat atop the elder girl, looking at her
awkward moves. Her face was a mess, her right breast was heavily bleeding, her
knees were pinned besides her shoulders, her parted thighs revealed a torn
bleeding cunt - all Trung had to do now was to wait.
And she waited. She turned her face to Buluth. That tall white bitch was at her
mercy now. The best tigress in Osaka, my socks! - she thought and snarled,
looking straight in Amanda's terrorised eyes.
"You are mine, pale slut!" she said.
Amanda writhed again, in desperation, but the mongolian sank on her once,
bringing the blonde's attempts to escape to a halt. Breathing heavily, eyes
opened wide, the elder girl waited too. She knew the rules too damned well. She
gave a fearing look at the ref, who was now circling them.
"White girl at mercy!" he announced.
Amanda flailed calves, but there was nothing she could do now to fight back. Her
breasts were pounding faster and faster while blood gathered around her on the
tatami.
"She's yours, Trung!" announced Fukuyama, making the younger girl snarl in
satisfaction. She had mated the white bitch. That white whore that walked so
proudly, looking from her 6' heigth upon her - she was at her mercy!
"You're mine, white bitch! You're mine!" hissed the younger girl. Amanda twisted
but her moves were already glued.
"Oh, my! No! No! Noooo!" she screamed, when sensing she could no longer oppose
the younger girl. In a last lapse of inspiration, she managed to take off her
right shoe with her right hand and spiked it wildly in Trung's back.
"Aaaaah!"
The mongolian enraged and, while being repeatedly spiked in the back, sank her
teeth in Amanda's left mammary, mursecating it - gurgling wet sounds were heard
and suddenly, the elder girl gave a long shriek. Her right hand froze in the air
for some moments before falling on the tatami, fingers still clutched to the
shoe. She started to jerk her head from side to side, yelling in agony:
"Aaaaaah! Beg you! Aah! Don't! Aaaaaaaaah! Don't! Dooooon't! You're killing me!
Stop it! Aaaah! Please! Aaaaaah! Stop it!"
But Trung let lose of her breast and mounted the white girl, steadying her big
fat butts over Amanda's back of the thighs and went for the choke. The blonde's
pleads turned into a gurgle, her calves trembled as electrocuted for awhile and
after some moments, her eyes rolled up. A squeak was heard.
And finally, a jet of urine sprang from her ravaged crotch, arching in the air
before falLing on the tatami, some two feets further. Trung sensed her foe going
cold under her and started to waddle her neck from side to side, voiding her for
good. Brief moans were heard now and then, weaker and weaker, interspersing the
interrupted jet of urine that hardly sprang from Amanda's pisser. And then, she
became a rag in the mongolian's hands. Her belly was still, her legs pointed
motionless in the air - only her cunt contracted in short outbursts every five
or six seconds.
And then, this stopped too.
But Trung remained over the motionless white girl for some long
moments,listening to the crowd's excited shouts before raising hands in triumph;
she got up exhausted while the elder girl's body outstretched, laying flat on
the tatami. Trung put her right shoe on Amanda's inert belly and pushed hard.
Her spiked heel dissappeared in the flesh, and a last wave of convulsions ran
through the white body: blood suddenly sprawled on the white girl's belly,
around the spiked heel piercing her and her head rolled sidewards briskly,
exhaling.
Amanda's body was now wrapped like a spiral on the tatami, blood ruisselating
from her breasts, cunt and belly. The ref approached her and held a mirror above
her mouth and nostrils. The public was silent. After some moments, the ref
announced:
"White girl stopped breathing."
A savage yell errupted from the audience, as the servants came in, taking Amanda
by the ankles and dragging her inert body outside the room. Trung motioned them
to stop and approached the ex queen tigress fighter from Osaka. Kneeling besides
her, she grabbed a flock of pubic hair and snatched it briskly from it's roots.
Ity's only then that she left the room - with the usually prize she wanted for
herself.