Ines' story - On the road II

[segano]

In Romania, we call this position ?shoulders-legs? ? you curl the woman beneath you, you part her legs and you start to pump the daylights off her. Your shoulders push against the back of her calves and she can?t pump back too much? well, you know the drill I?m sure!
That?s what I did to Ines after she?s beaten Anca! I had my woman from behind, in missionary position, I licked her and she sucked me and then I pumped her again doggy style? But, Ines is really strong and she withstood my frenzy bucking tirelessly ? that?s why I had to place her in the shoulders-legs stance: it allows the man a good control on the woman.
However, Ines was no ordinary woman and she still pumped back, letting loud groans of pleasure...
Later that night she confessed to me that the fight against Anca aroused her too; first, Ines had a sort of adrenaline rush mixed with fear but then, after she realized that the strong brunette could not fight back anymore, the arousal turned to a weird sex-like pleasure. It was a fine thing that Hassan came to us, she concluded. Money and pleasure, a lot of money and a new pleasure?
?We could even quit working,? noticed Ines, thoughtfully.
I said that we?d better not. We still had to pay for the health insurance and for the state pension and we could get these only if we worked on a legal basis.
?Unless you want to declare the money you get from the fights to the authorities,? I added.
She said no ? she didn?t intend to declare that money. She earned it too hard. Hmm? Once again, she began to breathe faster and I instantly mounted her. She enwrapped me with her strong legs and soon, as my hard rod slipped into her hot womanhood, we began to buck and groan like mad...
The next day, Hassan paid us a visit the first thing in the morning.
?How do you feel after beating Anca?? he asked Ines.
?I?m fine. I?m just fine!?
?Err? That?s something I can?t say about Anca,? said Hassan. ?We had to get her to the hospital. She?s in some oro-facial surgical ward now. The doctors operated her last night. Ah, she deserved it!? he smiled. ?She damned deserved it? Do you know that she had been my fighter? Yeaaa? Damned bitch! But then, Zozo wanted all the money for them. They thought that I couldn?t find a woman that could match Anca and I reckon that it was not an easy task??
?Are you sure you found now what you looked for?? I asked.
He didn?t answer. He offered us some 200 extra Euros saying that this was a well-deserved tip. Then, he invited us over to his house.
We spent a nice day with him. We bathed in his pool and we drank whiskey all day long. Then, he introduced a certain Volodya to us. Volodya was Russian and he was a stout guy of 40. He had a big scar on his left cheek.
?Volodya fought in Afghanistan,? explained Hassan. He cleared his voice then and went on: ?Now, I must confess that I have some big plans for you, Ines! You are a natural born fighter! Volodya saw you last night and he told me that you could become real good, real, real good! Right, Volodya??
The guy acquiesced.
?Was that the first time you ever fought?? he asked.
Ines said that she had the usual clashes in her teens (we lived in an ill-famed quarter in Galati) and that she had fought twice when she traveled with the circus. She always won.
?I get mad when I fight, you dig?? she said. ?I get mad and all I see is my foe?s face? I don?t feel pain anymore? I just want to destroy her? Besides, I am fit physically. Being an acrobat is some damned hard task.?
Volodya scratched his chin and he said:
?If you will train with me, there will be no other woman that could face you, Ines! Believe me! You are a natural born fighter, just as Hassan put it??
?Yeah,? said Hassan in a hurry then. ?Train with him, Ines! I?m talking about big money! It?s big money that I?m talking about!?
Of course we said yes to his new proposal. Hassan meant big money and we knew it ? Hassan also meant that constant arousal for me and for Ines. To cut it short, Ines began to train daily since then: three hours in the evening and one hour in the morning. She trained and in the meantime I used to spend my time in Hassan?s property, drinking and chatting. Then he hired me as a driver and he also offered a job to Ines, as a saleswoman in one of his shops on the bank of the Danube.
The time passed by and we once met Anca, during an evening we spent at a local restaurant. The poor lady left the restaurant without a word.
Ines? training protocol was getting harder and harder. She ran on the sand of a nearby beach, she punched and kicked the sandbag, she lifted weights, she practiced sparring fights and, most of all, Volodya introduced her to the KGB unorthodox fighting techniques? His skills and Ines? natural strength would become an explosive cocktail, always said Hassan. It was also a rather weird training since Volodya also forced her to eat like hell, which was something I never heard about, but he explained to me:
?You saw those sumo guys? Well, I train your Ines the way they are trained! Hard work in the gym, hard work at the table! She needs to fight all sort of women and, even if she is incredibly strong for a female, weight also plays a major role? We can?t afford her weighting less than 155 lbs.?
?Oh my God, she?ll get fat, damn it!? I said.
?Oh, be sure that she never will!? laughed Volodya. ?Not with my training, anyway!?
We also met Volodya?s wife (a big and strong Russian lady called Marussia who had a black piece of leather covering her right eye-socket), Hassan paid us well, we sometimes spent our Saturdays with him and Volodya and soon, I began to think that God had been most kind to us. We bought ourselves a new TV set and a refrigerator ? something which was unthinkable before meeting Hassan. Ines was training daily, I was driving Hassan?s cars and that?s how the days passed by? Two months later, during a warm Sunday, Volodya abruptly said that Ines was fit for the fight with Ella.
?Who?s Ella?? I asked.
?Ella is some tough girl from Iasi!? said Hassan, looking straight into my eyes. ?She?s only 17, but she?s a hell of a fighter. She spent the last three years in a correctional school. She?s much stronger than Anca? In fact, she even defeated her twice last year, when Anca was 31 and Ella was only 16?. She is ruthless, she is skilled, she is mad. She had beaten all sort of women. Two weeks ago she defeated a strong Kozakh woman, a certain Milka, a famous underground boxer of a friend of mine. Ella broke Milka?s ankle and stomped her in the back, almost killing her. This bloody Ella belongs to a certain Mr. Andreescu, a rich guy from Iasi. Err? Mr. Andreescu agreed that your Ines fights his champion.?
I cleared my voice.
?If I understand well, you trained Ines because you intended to arrange this match with that bloody bitch, didn?t you??
Hassan exchanged a fast glance with Volodya.
?You are right, Florin! But then, that?s what I intend to do from now on. Think well! If you two want to stop the training, it?s OK, just leave and we shall remain good friends. But, be cautious: if Ines goes on training and fighting for me, you will get rich by the Romanian standards. I?ll give you an example: the money Ines shall get for only fighting Ella is 500 Euros. If Ines wins, a good 1000 Euros will wait for you at home! What do you say??
I looked at Ines and she acquiesced in silence.
?OK,? I said. ?We shall go on, Hassan. But I want to tell you something: Ines won?t do this forever! I mean that we also want to have the possibility to withdraw from this fighting combination whenever we want!?
Hassan and Volodya laughed.
?Oh, mighty Allah!? exclaimed Hassan. ?Be sure that I wouldn?t oblige a 40 years old Ines to fight for me! Volodya?s wife did exactly what Ines does now until Anca beat her so bad that Marussia lost her right eye, three years ago? Marussia was 38 then and it?s only that defeat that forced her to retreat from the business? Am I right, Marussia??
The big Russian lady acquiesced. She then sipped from her glass of vodka, looking at Ines with her blue eye.
?You are the best fighter I ever saw, Ines!? she said.
Hassan went on:
?You are free to leave whenever you want, Florin! But if you stay, you shall get more and more money and you will be the one who will ask for other fights, believe me? Provided your Ines will do well against Ella, that?s what will happen! What do you say??

4

Ella was a most sturdy teenager: she was a curly redhead, with voluptuous lips and big, brown eyes. She was 5?8? and she weighted 165 lbs. Her legs were thick, her big, tight ass was most appealing, and her breasts were huge, being covered by an extremely wide, pink areola. She wore a most tiny white thonk ? a see-through thonk that covered a dark triangle: her red genital hair. She was a natural redhead, I said to myself.
?Ella loves to be ass licked, you know that? Lick her ass hole and she?ll never ask for a good fucking session,? said Hassan, winking at me. ?Besides, she doesn?t yell when she fucks ? she only grunts??
?What the heck? How do you know that?? I asked.
?She keeps her eyes open when she fucks?? he went on. ?I know everything about her, Florin! I want to earn some good money and the men tell all sort of stories when they get drunk. Mr. Andreescu has a son and he is here too. He?s the one banging this girl.?
?For a guy licking a teenager?s asshole he looks damned well!? I said, pointing my finger towards a well-dressed young man that stood behind stout Ella, rubbing her back and shoulders.
?Yeah? His father shares the same opinion. Well, that?s young Mr. Andreescu?? smiled Hassan.
?I wonder if Mr. Andreescu knows about Ines? sexual habits!? I said.
?Mighty Allah!? laughed Hassan. ?I?m much more cautious than he is! I want to make money along with you. I?m sure that he had only heard about Ines??
In that moment, a guy began to introduce the two fighters. Ines was the first to be announced. My woman advanced toward the middle of the garage, slowly warming up her arms and making her tense breasts dangle. She wore a red thong and, gosh, Volodya?s training and diet program had already left big marks on her body. She was bigger than a month ago, let?s say. Her muscled legs seemed to be enwrapped in elastic cables, her butts were hard as rock but she also exhibited a slight fat padded belly. The man introduced Ella too and the sturdy teenager made it at her turn toward the middle of the garage. She was very confident and she approached Ines until their nipples almost touched. The guy reminded them that they were all by themselves in the fighting area and that the fight won?t be stopped unless one of them asked for it or, when she?ll remain motionless on the floor. The people in the garage were already making comments when, Mr. Andreescu got up from his chair and, after nodding coldly towards us, gave the starting signal.
The two females rushed at each other without letting the least noise, slapping and punching in a breath taking rhythm. The slaps resounded when hitting the faces, they began to let brief moans of effort but, after the first exchange of blows, none of them got the upper hand and they split, breathing in fast pace, peering at each other with mad eyes and clutching teeth.
The spectators began to encourage them on the spot, shouting at them to attack and the two women instantly made it for each other, hitting harder and harder, throwing powerful fists at the faces and upper torsos. Bloody big girl! She began to pant in rhythm with the punches she delivered and she managed to get Ines in the face thrice in a row, snapping her head from side to side and ripping her lips.
?Shit!? I said.
?Stay cool!? said Volodya. ?Stay cool!?
Meanwhile, the two females had split once again, breathing heavily.
Ines wiped her face and, when she saw the blood on the back of her hand she blushed and she instantly rushed forth at the big teenager. Ella answered back blow by blow and, for awhile, they kept hitting each other mutually in the middle of the garage, letting deep grunts. The spectators began to mumble, excited by this exchange of heavy blows which, up to now, didn?t get to any of them the much sought advantage. Suddenly, Ines gave a wild yell from her throat and she dived forth, head first, launching wide punches at the teenager and getting her repeatedly in her voluminous breasts, throwing them from side to side.
Amazed, big Ella began to retreat, groaning loudly. She delivered a roundhouse kick to Ines? hard ass, but my woman was too enraged and she kept closing in on the girl, hitting harder and harder. She landed several blows on Ella?s face ? these were very hard blows that shook sturdy Ella but then, she delivered a powerful kick at Ines? belly, throwing her backwards.
?Go, Ella, go!? shouted young Mr. Andreescu. ?Go get her! Crush her! Crush the blonde bitch!?
Ella?s sustainers began to shout too and the big redhead rushed forth with both arms erect, but Ines met her with a wild series of punches to the face, repeatedly snapping the girl?s head backwards. Moments later, the teenager was forced to retreat once more, looking in disbelief at my woman. Blood began to creek from the corner of Ella?s mouth. Enraged, she pursed her lips and she began to breathe through clenched teeth. Her huge breasts hopped chaotically, in rhythm with her loud moans.
?You?re done for, blondie!? she shouted. ?I?ll break your spine, granny!?
The next moment, Ella rushed at Ines throwing most powerful fists, aiming the breasts and the face, but my woman forcefully hit back, alternating rights and lefts to the head, the way Volodya taught her. The terrible punches shook the big girl from head to toe and suddenly, one of the blows slashed out the scalp and blood began to pour on Ella?s rich curly mane.
?Fuck you, granny!? said Ella, writhing in pain, but Ines? constant assault finally obliged the big girl to retreat. Ines followed her and her punches still found their mark. By then, blood was already covering Ella?s right cheek.
Soon, the big teenager began to stagger, looking at Ines with wide open eyes. She was just an ole? blonde, as she said when she first heard about the woman she had to fight? I?ll make her bite the dust, just like the others.
?Fuck you? You?re simply more resistant than the others!? hissed the big girl and, weirdly, she pulled up her white thonk and she rushed back at Ines, delivering most powerful slaps.
Ines answered back, punching, but the teenager suddenly launched a kick to the belly throwing my woman backwards. The next moment, Ella closed in on my woman, punching wildly but Ines punched too and, for some moments, the two females clashed in the middle of the garage, hitting and grunting louder and louder. The spectators began to shout, urging them to hit harder and harder.
After awhile, however, Ines managed to get Ella several times in the huge breasts, mashing them, and the big teenager began to let brief yells, retreating. Ines realized that her younger foe was exhausting and she mounted the pressure of the assault. Her blows were shaking the big girl harder and harder while Ella?s blows were more and more lost in the air. The big teenager was now letting brief shrieks, overwhelmed and, all of a sudden, one of Ines? fists fully got her between the breasts, throwing Ella backwards. The girl clutched her teeth and wanted to rush back at Ines but then, she found out that she could not breathe anymore and she slowly split in two, desperately trying to breathe in.
?The punch to the xyphoid never forgives,? said Volodya, smiling. ?The poor girl is done for.?
Still attempting to breathe through clenched teeth, Ella retreated and the spectators began to yell in frenzy. Ines approached the dazed girl, grabbed her by the curly mane, bent her forwards and kept her split in two. The next moments, they remained like that, both breathing in fast pace. Now and then, the big girl attempted to straighten herself but then, Ines leaned on her with all her weight, forcing big Ella to bow once again in front of her. The teenager tried then to shove my woman away but Ines began to toss her from side to side until the girl halted her maneuver. She was breathing louder and louder, her heavy breasts dancing like mad, back and forth and she had parted her thick legs in order to maintain her balance.
I knew from her fast grunts that the big girl was more and more desperate. Fury still animated her and, not willing to give in, she began to punch blindly, trying to get Ines in the belly but my woman kept retreating, avoiding the blows. After awhile, the big girl lost her momentum, hardly delivering a punch now and then and in that moment Ines forcefully dragged Ella by the curly mane, capturing her head at the left armpit. The big teenager gave a yell of frustration as my woman forced her to bend from the waist; moments later, Ines leaned over her foe?s back with all her weight and, pressing her chin against the girl?s spine she began to launch fist after fist to Ella?s loins, forcing her to kneel. The big redhead impinged on her parted feet but Ines hardened the head squeeze until the girl?s knees began to slide sideways. Neck captured in the terrible vice, the big girl was groaning deeper and deeper. Her curly hair was sticking to her face. She raised her big ass in the air as she desperately pushed forth, but Ines began to toss her forcefully, halting her.
?Our Ines is damned good!? smiled Volodya.
?Yeah, she?s our mine of gold?? noticed Hassan. ?I wonder if?? he began to say something but he suddenly stopped, as if he didn?t want to speak his mind.
Ines? eyes were glittering, sensing that the big teenager stood no more chances. Soon, she managed to fully curl Ella and the girl?s big butts fell between her parted heels, in a helpless stance. My woman realized that the girl was running out of gas and, encouraged by the crowd, she began to punch Ella in the kidneys, shaking her after each blow and making her shriek, sharper and sharper, as fear gradually embraced her. Desperate, the big redhead leaped now and then against my woman, trying to tumble her, but Ines hardened the neck lock. Ella raised her big ass then, trying to impinge on her feet ? the white thonk fully sled in her crease as she strained with all her might, but Ines tamed her by launching a most powerful punch to the kidney.
After awhile, they halted the struggle. Kneeling, my woman was squeezing Ella?s neck at the armpit with all her might. The teenager?s cheeks were blushing in fury and she moaned trying to suck in air through her wide open mouth, propping on erected arms. Her big breasts coiled and her voluminous ass rested on the concrete floor, between her wide pried heels. Her feet rested on the floor, horizontally, toes pointing outwards, exhibiting one of the most obvious signs of women?s distress, as Marussia taught me. Now and then Ella still attempted to grab my woman from the hips or from the butts, but Ines always reasoned her by launching powerful punches to the kidney.
?She does fine? she does fine?? said Marussia and her voice discretely shivered. She was as excited as I was and she swallowed her spittle.
Suddenly, Ines twisted sideways, arching the girl?s neck and then she set her free, getting briskly behind Ella and embracing her neck from behind. The teenager straightened herself and impinged on her knees, trying to shove Ines backwards but my woman readily grabbed her by the right breast, milking it powerfully.
The big girl gave a shriek and, desperate, she leaped forth, getting on all fours. She tried to crawl away but the crowd roared acclaiming Ines who readily mounted on her young foe?s heavy butts. The next moment, my woman grabbed Ella by the hair, she pulled her head back, arching her neck, and she began to punch the girl in the hanging breasts from behind.
Ella screamed and, desperate, she covered her breasts with both arms but, a moment later, Ines choked her from behind and she began to squeeze the girl with all her might, burying the tip of her thumbs in Ella?s back of the neck, beside her spine. The big teenager sensed that Ines got her and, terrorized, she raised her voluminous ass, attempting to tumble my woman forward, but Ines swiftly encircled her foe?s waist with her muscled legs and rolled sideways, getting Ella above her.
?Fuck!? yelled Ella. ?Fuck you!?
She knew she was caught in a terrible vice, she damned knew it! Ines was choking her mercilessly and her muscled legs were squeezing Ella?s waist. The girl brought her feet near her big butts and raised her ass, but my woman readily scissored her in brief bursts, sapping the teenager?s strength. The girl withstood the pressure for awhile but then, her ass fell on the floor with a thud, making the spectators acclaim Ines.
?Sweet God!? hissed Ella. ?You? bitch??
?You?re mine, kid!? shouted Ines in Ella?s ear and, straining briskly, she squeezed the girl?s ribs, making her moan. Ines kept squeezing the big girl with all her might and, after some moments, the redhead opened her mouth wide and she began to chaotically flail her strong legs.
?Sweet? Gooood?? yelled Ella and she strained from head to toe, bridging, desperately trying to alleviate the pressure of the scissors.
However, it was obvious that my woman had brought the girl to the end of the rope. Scissoring Ella in bursts, Ines made her quake from head to toe and, moments later, Ella?s big butts fell to the floor, thudding dully. I got up on the spot, yelling along with the other spectators as the big teenager was throwing herself about like mad, but my woman strained once again, fully curling beneath the girl.
?Aaaaaah??
This time, the girl?s voluminous tits disappeared under Ines? scissoring calves, caught in the deadly vice. The girl yawned and curled above my woman, bringing her knees to shoulder level and uselessly flailing her legs in the air. Now and then, her white thonk was fully disappearing between the girls? fat labia, as engulfed by her cunt.
?Ahhh? ahhh? ahhh??
?Crush her, Ines! Crush her hard! She?s yours!? I shouted. ?Break her bones!?
I noticed that Hassan gave a brief glance to Volodya, who acquiesced but I didn?t seize the meaning of that then. I was more and more aroused by the way Ines was defeating the big girl: Ella?s muscled legs were gradually falling apart, shaking in brief outbursts now and then. My woman hardened the scissors, feeling that the girl was going limp between her muscled thighs. The teenager?s creased potbelly was inflating like bellows, her muscled legs gradually fell apart and her fingers aimlessly raked the concrete floor.
?Mommaaaaa?? screamed Ella all of a sudden. ?She kiiiiills meeee??
?She won?t have for too long?? said Volodya, looking at his watch. ?Hey, Florin, just look at Ella?s crotch!?
By then, Ella had opened her mouth wide and she desperately attempted to suck in the much needed air as if she were a fish thrown on the bank. Curling above Ines, her pried calves were quaking in short salvoes and her cunt began to weirdly relax, fully engulfing the thong. The next moment, Ines strained her thighs as hard as she could and a dull crack was heard ? the big teenager began to quake from head to toe, making the public go wild.
?I?m breaking her bones!? shouted Ines and squeezed Ella even harder.
The big girl fully pried her thighs by then. Her genital hair could be seen on each side of the thonk that by now was stuck deep in her fat cunt. Ines knew she had done the girl and she violently rolled her to her side in order to better crush her. The girl erected like cardboard, popping out her eyes. She drew out the tongue and she quaked in brief spasms, realizing that she was lost. She wanted to scream but my woman scissored her that hard that Ella showed the white of her eyes.
?Momma? Momma? Momma?? hissed Ella in a desperate tone.
I realized that there was something weird going on, something unavoidable, but I couldn?t take my eyes from the fight. I heard the public yell like mad. I heard Marussia breathe heavily near me. Another woman groaned impetuously beside me. But then, so was I. Damn it! I had to stare at the big girl?s broad crotch. I had to see her fat labia and the hair covering it. You don?t get too often the possibility to stare in the womanhood of a natural redhead.
?Now, Florin!? suddenly whispered Volodya in my ear. I noted that Marussia also looked straight in Ella?s crotch. What the hell?
Jesus! The girl?s thonk was getting wet! I first thought that Ella pissed herself, the way Anca also did when Ines had beaten her.
But Ella was not pissing herself. An oily liquid sprawled over her white thonk making it fully see-through, an oily sticking liquid that also glued to her genital hair.
?Oh, my God? Is she really??
?Yeah! Ella?s coming!? smiled Volodya, looking at his watch. ?Ines is killing her, Florin! In less than a minute, the big girl will be history!?
I looked at him with mixed feelings but then, the redhead?s weak grunt made me look back at the fight. I couldn?t believe what was happening but then I was in the same state of trance like the other spectators who, understanding at their turn what was happening, began to scream in excited tones. Big Ella had fully pried her knees, her wide parted feet were barely twitching and then, I heard young Mr. Andreescu scream:
?She kills her, father! The ugly blonde kills her! Stop that!?
His father, however, remained still. Big Ella gave a loud fart and sprawled between my woman?s crushing legs. Ines hardened the squeeze and the teenager farted once more. Her arms fell sideways and her eyes looked aimlessly in the ceiling of the garage. Her cum had fully moistened her panties and it was making froth behind her butts, where her ass rubbed my woman?s belly.
?Father! Stop that! Ella?s out, don?t you see??
?Ole? Mr. Andreescu is not at all interested by Ella?s fate,? noticed Hassan, smiling wildly and looking at the scene with glittering eyes.
By then, Ines placed herself sideways in a cross body scissors, concentrating only on crushing of the girl?s heavy chest. My woman strained her muscled thighs as hard as she could, making Ella grunt deeply and after awhile, she began to hammer butt the girl in the face while still crushing her chest between her mighty thighs. The spectators began to count the blows that slammed Ella?s head against the floor, spurting blood all around. The big teenager opened wide her mouth and barely raised her arms, trying to cover her face, but soon, her arms fell back on the floor. She quaked in violent waves after each punch to the face and soon she began to quake, unable to control herself anymore.
?Father!? yelled young Mr. Andreescu but his scream was covered by the wild roar that rose from the spectators as the girl?s thick legs began to jerk in horrible spasms. Ines snarled and looked towards me with shining eyes. I nodded without a word and she went on punching the girl?s face until turning her to raw meat.
Suddenly, my woman stopped and grabbed the big girl?s right breast in her hand. She squeezed it hard and the flesh oozed between Ines fingers but Ella could only snake and roll her head from side to side.
?Momma? momma? you? kill me..?
?Bitch!? shouted Ines and pulled on the breast as hard as she could, tossing it from side to side, up and down, until the skin gave and her fingers sled in the girl?s meat.
It?s only then that the big girl let an endless scream It was a deep, loud scream, seemingly devoid of emotion. A series of cracks was heard then and Ella instantly showed the white of her eyes and shivered violently.
The crowd went mad. I went mad too. We all yelled while my woman kept scissoring the girl?s chest until her shiver fully subsided. Ines scissored Ella for two more times, just to make sure that the girl was not pretending to be out and she grabbed her other nipple, whish she powerfully milked it between his thumb and index finger.
The big girl remained still. It?s only then that Ines slowly got up, leaving a motionless Ella on the floor. Young Mr. Andreescu tried to run at the big redhead but his father?s bodyguards stopped him. The man who had introduced the two women approached the big girl and felt the pulse at her neck. After a minute, he made a brief movement with his right hand, as if he was cutting the air and the public, me included, roared again.
I approached Ines who, staggering, looked at the girl she had killed with her bare hands. Moments later, Mr. Andreescu?s bodyguards showed in and, grabbing bug Ella by her ankles dragged her out, leaving a thin trail of froth from behind her butts.
I couldn?t take my eyes from the froth.
?A nice death,? remarked Volodya. ?Marussia told me that some women experience their most devastating orgasm when hung or suffocated??
?You?re alive?? I tried to make a joke. ?How do you know that??
?I?ve killed too many in the Verhoiansk prison, Florin, and I know how they ended??

[MikeJV]

Excellent story and fight! I like this series and hope you continue it!!

MikeJV

[konkol2005]

Great work, Sega!
But, Mike, where are the old stories of Sega, you promised to post?

[Catwacher]

Sega! Sega! Sega! Sega! [img]graemlins/thumbs_up.gif[/img]

[Jessikafights]

Good stuff, Sega!

I read your comments about asking for stories from me & others in the Moscow Deathfight story ... so just to say I'm a little too busy to do any writing in the foreseeable future - maybe in Dec?

Though if I've got time ... I'll see if I've got some other older stories I could post ... anything to "inspire' you further ... [img]wink.gif[/img]

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