SAFARI

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SAFARI

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?I just don?t think that these women are THAT strong,? said Malgorzata after awhile.
Her companions remained silent. The driver of the Jeep pricked his ears but he couldn?t look at the big Polish woman. The road was absolutely devastated by the latest rain and he had to be careful. The monsoons from the Indian Ocean had reached this year far inland in Botswana, in the Okavango Delta. A gift for the Delta, a nightmare for the guides of the safaris.
?You simply don?t like them,? said mr. Hanau, a German attorney from Aachen. ?You believe that they are only a bunch of savages, that?s it? But I tell you: these women ARE very strong just because they are savage.?
Jerzy, Malgorzata?s husband, swallowed his spittle. He sensed that the discussion could lead to something unexpected but, on the other hand, he couldn?t refrain himself from the bizarre lust that invaded him? His wife against one of the Himba women? Hmm.
He lit a cigarette. Malgorzata?s eyes were glittering ? right, she couldn?t stand the blacks. She said it from the very first night they spent at Abu?s lodge, in the middle of the thick forest. They were on the deck in front of their room, trying to learn the secrets of decently drinking a whisky. They watched the silent waters and they were happy that they had entered that dumb game promoted by Coca Cola Inc. Drink more Coke and get a real safari in Africa!
?Africa is nice,? had said Malgorzata then, ?if it were not for the Africans.?
Jerzy laughed. He didn?t like either the Africans. But the Himba women were all right, he noticed, infuriating Malgorzata.
?Savage females,? she began her rethoric. ?Savage, dirty animals??
Soon, they changed the subject but they would talk it over and over again during the next days, with their companions?
Yes, they WERE in Africa and they were about to spend a fine time among the rich people that could afford to pay by themselves the 12,000 $ safari. They were among them, hearing their whispers, saying hello to them and so on. However, the Polish couple carelessly poured Coke in the 18 years old Chivas, filling the glasses, to the embarassed delight of the others.
Safaris were not what they used to be, said the rich ones. The damn big companies payed now full tickets to some people that couldn?t tell an Italian Chianti from a Bulgarian Kadarka? Globalization and consumerism, shit?
?? are you ready to show any of these women, in any way, that they are not THAT strong?? asked mr. Hanau after awhile.
This time, the driver looked over his shoulder, weighting the big Polish woman for a very brief second. She was around 30 ? she must have weighted 150 lbs more or less, without being fat, and she was 5?10?. Her shoulders were wide and her arms and legs were muscular. Her hair was curly and black, dark black. She had a voluptuous mouth and a big, straight nose. Her eyes were vivid and she was used to hard labor. Back in Poland she was a simple peasant, working with Jerzy for some rich land owner. Now, she spent her holiday with people much richer than their boss and this made her a little uncomfortable. That?s why she always bragged when she talked to them.
?What do you mean?? she asked, looking straight in Hanau?s eyes.
She felt that all of her companions stared at her and, somehow, she understood that they had set this up during the last days, after hearing her constant comments about the Himba women ? tall, proud females that had their skin covered with a strange ochre dye. All Himba people looked like the real masters of their lands and their attitude showed clearly that they had always been free. The women, especially, had a particular, untamed look, with a fierce attitude springing from their eyes.
They were just like Malgorzata, as Hanau had noticed to his friends.
They were tall and muscular and they walked slowly, as if they had attended special ballet classes, which was not the case in that wilderness ? they were natural and careless, they resembled the big felines that the rich people were hunting from their Jeeps.
They were? just like Malgorzata. She?s a wild untamed caucasian, he explained the others. The himba are wild untamed bantu. Who?s the better primitive? Who?s the strongest?
?I could offer you 1000 $ if you could demonstrate that the Himba woman our guid will pick, isn?t as strong as YOU are... But if you lose, you get only 100 $.?
Jerzy felt a stab in his guts. Lust to see his wife fight a Himba woman? Lust for the 1000 $, too? Things could really be fine: they had spent the most magnificent holiday ever, without paying a dime and now, they could even get some money out of it.
?What do you say, Jerzy?? asked Malgorzata.
He shrugged. He dragged on his cigarette. He looked across the forest, taking his time to think again at the Himba woman. They were big, all right, but so was his Malgorzata. Hmm? Whatever happened, they would get at LEAST 100 bucks of it.
?I dunno. It?s up to you, honey,? he said after awhile. ?It depends on who the guide picks, after all??
?He will pick one matching your wife?s size,? said mr. Hanau in a very low tone. ?Huh? What do you say??
Malgorzata felt uneasy. She understood that the rich people had slowly manipulated her into this. As usual, she had expressed her opinions too loud and she had given voice, as always, to her fury: several times, she had caught Jerzy look at these women with glittering eyes, filled with desire. She asked him why he looked at them like that. She said she would break any of these ?baboons? in two if it was the case. She cursed them. She said they were good for nothing and so on.
The rich people had heard her. Now they wanted a show out of it.
Black women! Savages that dyed their nated hair with yellow mud! Females who never wore shoes!
Himba, pfuuhh?
?Let?s make it 3000 $ and I fight any woman you?ll pick.?
The others looked at Hanau. An elephant was splashing water in a channel but none noticed it. The guide began to drive even slower, anxious to hear the attorney?s answer.
?3000 is a lot of money.?
?It?s take it or leave it,? said Malgorzata, smiling slightly.
?For this money,? began Hanau, ?for this money I want to see a big fight. I wanted to be the referee, but if you insist to get this amount of money, I won?t be there??
Malgorzata felt his despise. For Hanau, she was just what the Himba were for her: a thing to look at, a piece of landscape, something he could pay for.
?Do you think that I need you there to help me?? she asked, unable to control her growing fury. This Hanau? If he would ever get to her bed, it?s she that would fuck him, not the other way around!
?I understand that we have a deal,? he smiled at her, happy that he had brought the big Polish woman right where he wanted. ?Is it OK with you too, Jerzy??
?You are talking to me!? hissed the big brunette. ?I am the one who fights, not him.?
?OK, OK? Tomorrow, we?ll get back in Namibia, on the Cunene river. I?ll ask Jon to make the necessary arrangements. You will fight on the last night of the safari.?

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The main lodge had a big wooden deck, suspended over the Cunene river. In the center of the deck there was a small pool, some 15 feet long and 12 feet wide. The landlord had emptied the pool ? the two women were to fight in it.
At 9 o?clock, the guide showed up with three Himba natives: a woman and two men, one being the woman?s husband, the other being the shaman of their tribe. The shaman was the first to get into the pool ? he smelled it, he looked closely at its walls and after some minutes, he asked for the hen he had brought from the village. He beheaded the hen and allowed the dying animal to spasm in the pool, spurting blood all around. Then, he motioned the two women to get into the empty pool.
The negress was around 25 and the guide had done an excelent job ??Wunderbar!? had said Hanau when he saw the female Jon picked for the fight. She was matching Malgorzata in height and shapes. She wore only a thin piece of fur around her loins, barely covering her muscular ass and genitals. Her breasts were a little flabby, an unmistaken sign that she had given birth. She had half of her head shaved, her nates covered with orange mud falling heavily on her shoulders only from the back of her skull. Her legs and butts were extremely muscular, clearly outmatching Malgorzata, but her arms were thinner and her back was not as broad as the Polish woman?s. Her name was Ozanga and she behaved as if nothing mattered to her. In fact, since she appeared, she never looked to any of the people around, as if she was attracted only by her own thoughts.
Malgorzata was also calm. She had allowed Jerzy to slap her on her muscular butts as she got into the empty pool, giving him a wink of confidence. She wore a white laced thong, exhibiting her muscular ass and barely covering the thick fur on her lower belly ? you could guess it as a darker stain seen through the delicate fabric of the thong. Just like Ozanga, her breasts were also a little saggy, since she also had a kid back in Poland. Her belly was a little flabbier than the Himba?s, due to her bad eating habits but all the men around the pool thought that she was a good, most fuckable female. Half stupid, but fuckable. All in all, she seemed very calm. She had her curly black hair tied in a pony tail.
The shaman raised the hen in the air and motioned the two women to approach. He began to shake the hen, throwing blood drops on the two women until fully covering their faces and breasts with the gluing, warm droplets. Then he began to whisper something. After awhile he grabbed both Malgorzata and Ozanga by the back of their necks and forced them to approach even more, until their nipples almost touched. He then stomped the bottom of the pool twice and he got out. Strangely, he asked Jon, the guide, for a beer, and he drank it in a long gulp. He belched loudly and he got near the brim of the pool. For some seconds, he seemed to listen to something that only he could hear. The night was silent and rather cold. The two women were simply looking at each other by then, breathes mingling.
?Ho!? shouted the shaman and, instantly, Malgorzata sprang forth, shoving the negress and slapping her powerfully. However, Ozanga was also fast and she answered back, slapping and shoving the white woman at her turn. For awhile, they pushed and slapped, struggling to get the upper hand, moving hastily from one part of the pool to the other. The spectators watched the fight in silence and only the fighting women?s low moans of effort could be heard.
Slowly, Ozanga managed to drive Malgorzata towards one of the corners and, sensing that the white woman was slower in answering back the heavy slaps, she began to punch her in the face and breasts. The Polish retreated hastily but she soon found herself with the back against a wall ? seeing this, the strong black woman sprang at her foe, trying to catch her in a bear hug. However, big Malgorzata twisted briskly and she succeeded in getting her opponent in a right neck lock.
The white woman?s sudden come back took everybody by surprise and a humming rumour raised from the audience as the big white female began to powerfully toss Ozanga, seeking to disbalance her. The strong Himba woman embraced Malgorzata?s waist with her left arm and tried to sustain the continuous tussle, but the white female pushed her against the wall of the pool ? Malgorzata began to throw herself against the black woman?s body in hard outbursts, crushing her body against the wall, but Ozanga resisted and she answered back by delivering punches to her foe?s lower belly.
?Careful, hun!? shouted Jerzy. ?She aims for the cunt!?
However, this only infuriated the Polish woman who began to twist powerfully, trying to wrestle the strong Himba woman to her knees. Outpowered, Ozanga parted her legs then, desperately seeking to maintain her balance but, suddenly, the white woman managed to bend her in two.
For awhile, they remained like that, catching their breathes. The big Polish woman hardened the neck lock, keeping the negress bent in two, while the latter began to breathe faster, breasts swaying from side to side. After some moments, Malgorzata began once again to toss the strong black woman.
The spectators hummed in approval as the black female was continuously dragged around ? however, she took advantage of one of Malgorzata?s attempts to wrestle her down and, embracing her foe?s movement, she twisted at her turn, dragging the big Polish backwards. The counter attack took the white woman by surprise: she gave a brief yelp and, a moment later, the negress lifted her in the air, hooked her legs from behind, powerfully slamming Malgorzata on the pool?s floor, back first.
A loud scream errupted from the audience as Ozanga fell atop the white woman, hastily attempting to mount her. However, Malgorzata still had her foe in the right neck lock and she briskly twisted on her belly, dragging the strong negress over her and crushing her captured head against the floor of the pool. The black woman began to hammer butt the Polish in the back of the head but her position impeached her from inflicting any serious damage. Meanwhile, the big white woman began to snake on the floor, twisting in powerful bursts that continuously outbalanced the Himba woman.
?Go on, hun?, go on!? shouted Jerzy, but the negress began to launch knee blows in Malgorzata?s spine, shaking her big body from head to toe.
The audience began to talk in excited tones, watching the growing savagery on the clash. The strong Himba woman was now raking Malgorzata?s face, aiming to eye gouge her and forcing her to continuously avert her face. Ozanga kneed her foe harder and harder in the back but, suddenly, Malgorzata hastily twisted beneath the negress, flipping her over and throwing her aside.
?Yeeeeessss!? shouted Jerzy when seeing Ozanga?s saggy breasts quake as gelatin as her back hit the floor.
The Polish woman hastily reinforced the neck lock and Ozanga gave a loud hiss as she tried to hold on. She grabbed her white foe by the mane and she yanked her head backwards by the hair, but Malgorzata hardened the neck lock, leaning with as much weight as she could on the black woman?s throat.
The public began to comment in excited tones but soon, it became clear that the negress was terribly skilled. Continuously pulling the Polish by the hair, she brought her left leg above the trunk, seeking to hook her foe?s head with the heel. Malgorzata gave a moan of effort and she began to twist around her foe, crushing her neck in the lock until getting in a sort of a cross body pin. Ozanga?s left heel was continuously hitting the white woman in the forehead but she was unable nor to hook her head, nor to hit her as hard as she wanted.
The black woman began to powerfully snake from side to side, trying to alleviate the vice around her throat ? she took advantage of the decreasing leverage of the lock as Malgorzata was shifting to a position almost in prolongation of her black foe and, suddenly, Ozanga managed to twist on her belly, escaping the lock.
Not a sound left the Himba men?s lips as their strong woman succeeded in her maneuver. In fact, the big Polish was still above the negress and she hastily got her in a face lock. Ozanga pulled back, trying to extrude her head from the face lock but Malgorzata took advantage of her foe?s movement and she enwrapped the negress?s chest in reverse, while still applying the face lock on her. Malgorzata got to her knees and she briskly sprang sidewards, managing to force the black woman on her back. She hastily got atop, preparing to mount Ozanga, but the latter gave a loud hiss and she enwrapped the Polish neck in reverse, capturing her head at the left armpit. The Polish woman impinged powerfully on her knees, and a moment later the negress fell on her back, dragging Malgorzata over her. A thud was heard as the white woman?s forehead hit the floor.
?Go, hun, go!? shouted Jerzy and his wife hastily went for Ozanga?s face, plunging her left palm in her foe?s chin and pushing it for all she was worth. Sensing that she could not oppose Malgorzata?s wild pushing, the strong negress briskly averted her face, but the Polish woman grabbed her by the hair and she began to slam her foe?s head against the floor, provoking dry thuds. In response, Ozanga hardened the reverse neck lock she had on the white woman and she began to punch her in the exposed ribs. For some moments they went on like that, letting louder and louder moans but soon, Malgorzata got to her knees and she began to take small steps sideways, writhing like mad, trying to extrude her head from beneath the black woman?s armpit.
Ozanga followed the movement, powerfully hammer butting the white woman in the kidneys, but the latter pulled back, escaping the lock. A loud shout raised from the audience then, but Ozanga still had the reserves to spring forth, attempting to capture Malgorzata?s head in a face lock. However, the white woman sprang forth too and the two enemies embraced in a mutual hug. They got up almost concomitantly and then, giving a loud yell, the strong negress pushed forth, catching the Polish woman off guard.
?Ah?!?
Malgorzata gave a moan of surprise as her foe slammed her against the wall of the pool. She tried to shove the negress but Ozanga hastily got the big Polish woman in a bear hug. The next moment, Malgorzata swiftily plunged her thumbs in the Himba woman?s face, aiming the eyes.
?Aaaaahhhh!?
The black female gave a loud scream, avoiding the devastating gouge and she leaped backwards, freeing her foe.
They remained like that for some moments, both taking shallow breathes, looking at each other with red streaked eyes, arms raised in guard. Their bodies were luscious in the moon rays from the heavy sweat, their breasts coiled while their bellies inflated and deflated in fast pace.
The black woman swallowed her spittle. She glanced towards her husband and she swallowed her spittle again. Trembling from head to toe, she crooked her fingers then, setting her eyes on big Malgorzata. She cursed at her and she parted her legs, repeatedly bumping her hips forth and exposing her hairy genitals at the white woman, as if fucking her through the air.
?Fuck? you?? answered the Polish woman, coarsely, and she spat towards the negress.
Malgorzata was hardly recovering her breath. Hands on her hips, she was rocking her head up and down with every breath, as she tried to suck in the much needed air. She raised her arms in guard and she took a small step sidewards, seeking an opening in Ozanga?s guard but the negress was cautious and she readily followed the movement.
I have no time to waste, said Malgorzata to herself and she sprang at Ozanga, but the latter sprang too at the white woman. Their foreheads slammed hard and, the next moment, they embraced each other?s shoulders and they began to push, wildly pedalling on the pool?s floor and grunting. Soon, they showed their teeth, but none was able to get the upper hand as they continuously moved to and fro, letting louder and louder pants. Suddenly, big Malgorzata managed to briskly impinge the strong negress backwards. Ozanga gave a sharp moan and she hardened her body from head to toe, trying to oppose the maneuver.
She succeded, but seconds after, her muscles gave out again and the big Polish woman pushed her back for another couple of steps, acclaimed by the audience. The negress writhed like mad but, again, she lost the pace and, this time she was pushed back for three steps.
The black woman?s husband approached the pool slowly, looking with glittering eyes at the scene. His wife was gritting, eye lids writhed in a most tremenduous effort; however, her soles began to slide on the floor and Malgorzata took advantage of it, pushing the negress once again.
?Ah??
?Yes, hun?, do her! Do the black bitch!?
Ozanga gave a moan of distress and the white woman took in the deepest breath she could, impinging again against her foe. She felt Ozanga?s breasts mingle with hers, their sweat creeking between their hard bodies. She pushed again.
The next moment, Ozanga gave a wild scream and she briskly dragged Malgorzata towards her, taking advantage of her powerful pushing. Feeling she was sucked towards Ozanga, the white woman tried to oppose the maneuver and she parted her muscular legs, leaning backwards in the last moment. However, the negress briskly shoved the Polish then and Malgorzata lost balance, falling on butts. She had the reflex to hastily get on her knees but, the next moment, the Himba woman dived on her, getting her neck at the left armpit. A moment later, she briskly straightened her trunk, forcing Malgorzata to get up, head captured at the left armpit.
The spectators shouted in excitement as the negress was now twisting wildly from side to side, dragging the white woman after her in furious bursts. Malgorzata?s breasts were dangling from side to side as the Himba woman was constantly shifting the direction in which she dragged her, but the white female still had the strength to enwrap the black woman?s left thigh with both arms. Ozanga yelped, in disbelief, and the white woman gave a loud scream of effort, hooking her foe?s right leg with her heel and throwing the negress on her butts. She hastily impinged against Ozanga, seeking to get atop, but the negress swiftily got to her knees and, still having Malgorzata?s head at the armpit, she hardened the neck squeeze with all her might.
?Ooh??
?Crush her throat, Ozanga,? said the Himba husband, calmly.
His wife followed the advice and the big Polish woman halted in her tracks. Kneeling, her trunk was bent forth, neck captured at the black woman?s left armpit. Her breasts were still swaying back and forth and her belly was inflating in fast pace. Her laced thong had slid half way down her ass, exposing her upper butt crease in which scarce hairs could be seen.
Ozanga was also kneeling, resting her trunk over Malgorzata?s upper back and keeping a firm vice around her neck. She strengthened the lock, feeling that the white woman gave an almost inaudible gag as her wind pipe was crushed in the powerful embrace. However, Ozanga was heavily breathing too and she maintained the stance, trying to recover. She knew that if she would be the first to relaunch the attack, she would do the big white cow.
Moments later, as she felt that Malgorzata was recovering, she briskly reinforced the throat squeeze and, this time, the Polish gave a louder gag. She hastily grabbed the black woman?s crushing forearm and she pulled it down with all might, seeking to alleviate the pressure on her throat, but Ozanga leaned on her with all her weight, bending the white woman?s trunk more and more. Malgorzata managed to place her right sole on the floor and, still propping on her left knee, she tried to oppose the maneuver, but Ozanga began to powerfully toss her by the neck.
?Ah??
The white woman felt a blurr in her brain. She realized that she could barely breathe. Unable to hold on anymore, she was forced back on both knees and this allowed Ozanga to bend her even more. Malgorzata released the clutch around the Himba woman?s forearm and she propped on both palms. However, in doing so, she allowed the negress to reinforce the throat squeeze.
?Agghh??
Malgorzata?s brief gag insured Ozanga of the white woman?s growing disarray. Besides, she saw Malgorzata?s skin go chicken like, and she understood that fear was getting the big white woman around the guts. Grinning, Ozanga reinforced the neck squeeze and she felt the Polish female slowly sprawl beneath her. Malgorzata tried once again to alleviate the pressure on her throat and she clutched both hands to Ozanga?s forearm but then, as the negress reinforced the throat squeeze, the white woman?s knees began to gradually slide sideways.
?Ahh??
This time, Ozanga felt the obvious fear in the white woman?s moan and she hardenbed the vice even more. A brief shudder traversed Malgorzata?s muscular body and she let again that brief yelp of fear.
?Hun?! What you?re doing?? asked Jerzy, unable to believe his eyes.
Big Malgorzata barely heard him. Her face was continuously approaching the floor and she could do nothing. She lacked air and her muscles were stuck. However, she gathered her remaining strenght and she sprang forth.
Ozanga was caught off guard by this sudden surge and Malgorzata propped once again her right sole on the floor. Keeping her hands clutched to her foe?s forearm, she succeded in somehow decreasing the pressure of the vice and she took in a lungful of air. Hope came back to Malgorzata and she impinged as hard as she could against the Himba woman, but the latter suddenly leaned on her with all her weight, wrenching her neck in the reverse clutch.
?Holy? Virgin??
?Fight, hun?, fight! You CAN beat her!? shouted Jerzy.
However, big Malgorzata couldn?t control anymore her powerful legs. She realized that her right heel was slowly sliding forth under Ozanga?s constant leaning on her back. Desperate, the white woman propped on her right palm, seeking to oppose the negress but, again, she felt Ozanga?s forearm crush her throat.
?Arrgghh...?
This time, a black veil briskly covered Malgorzata?s sight. She felt a gluing liquid on the hand she still had around Ozanga?s forearm and she realized that drool was heavily pouring from her wide open mouth.
?Yes, Ozanga?? said her husband calmly. ?The white cow can?t take it no more. Crush her throat!?
Malgorzata understood what he meant and she did her best to resist. Her right heel, however, had sled all the way forth, and she was now fully bent over her outstretched leg, hardly propping on her left knee and right palm.
She could take only brief, interrupted breathes. She tried to get the Himba woman by the cunt but then, Ozanga powerfully forced the white woman sideways. Malgorzata?s right palm began to slide on the floor. She desperately tried to rake the negress by the cunt but soon, the black woman forced her on back, positioning herself over Malgorzata?s throat.
?You are stronger than her, Ozanga,? said the Himba husband.
His wife acquiesced. She still had her left arm enwrapping her foe?s neck in reverse and she hardened the crush ? Malgorzata threw her legs from side to side, trying to extrude her throat from the trap, but her movements were only helping the negress who gradually reinforced the neck crush.
?Agghh??
?White woman finished. White woman can?t fight anymore,? said Ozanga?s husband slowly, as Malgorzata?s muscled legs were now aimlessly pedalling in the air, as if searching for an unseen support.
?Fuck, she can?t fight!? yelled Jerzy. ?Come, hun?! Fight back! Fight back, what the hell!?
?Come, Malgorzata!? shouted a couple of British doctors. ?We made a big bet on you! Come on, woman!?
The white woman folded her muscled legs over her trunk, seeking to hook the black woman?s head, but Ozanga leaned on her back, crushing Malgorzata?s throat even more. The white woman felt that her eyes were popping out. She heard the Himba husband say something to her foe, in the same calm tone. The next moment, the negress hardened the neck crush even more and Malgorzata bridged in desperation.
She raised her ass but, after less than five seconds, her strength let her out and her muscular butts fell to the flooor, thudding. Malgorzata felt a cold breeze between her thighs and she understood that she had opened her legs unconscioulsy.
?Aagh? o? my? God?? she mumbled, as she felt an ice ice lump slowly freeze in her guts. Gagging for air, she grabbed her foe?s nates with both hands and she tried to pull back her head, but the negress began to hammer butt Malgorzata in the right breast while still squeezing her neck.
?Ah? no? ah?. no?? hissed the white woman, quaking under the blows.
Realizing that the negress was much stronger than her, big Malgorzata began to feel a deep fear. She brought her knees above her shoulders in a defensive stance, but Ozanga could still hit her breast at will. The white woman joined her legs, but the powerful punches to the breast combined with the neck lock soon wore her out and her muscular thighs began to gradually part. From time to time, a most powerful flutter would rush through her nervous calves, as if Ozanga?s blows released thousands of volts through Malgorzata?s tight packed flesh.
?The white woman is yours,? said Ozanga?s husband, but none paid attention to him. Everybody was shouting loudly, Jerzy included, not willing to believe that the big Polish woman was fully owned by her black foe.
Ozanga was sensing Malgorzata?s fast breathes on her back. She also felt her drool, as the succumbing white woman was desperately biting the negress in the back of the shoulder. But this was only desperation ? Ozanga could tell by her foe?s fast breathes that she was scared to death.
She knows that I can kill her, said the negress to herself. She knows that I?m sthe better woman, she thought and she grabbed the white woman?s left breast. She dug her thumb in the soft flesh and she began to impinge it briskly against the skin.
?I kill you, white woman,? sneered Ozanga.
?No,? mumbled Malgorzata before quaking in violent spasms.
She felt she could not oppose anymore the black woman and she screamed for Jerzy, but she only gave a wet gurgle. Suddenly, a terrible ache errupted from her breast and she felt a warm glue sprawl over her chest. The pain that ensued was unbearable and she opened her mouth wide, screaming, but again, she only let a wet gurgle as a load of drool left her mouth. She heard the comments of those gathered around the pool and she understood that Ozanga had pierced her left breast.
No, she said to herself. Mama? no? She began to throw herself about but Ozanga reinforced the squeeze, taming the big white woman in less than ten seconds.
?I kill you,? she sneered again.
Ozanga?s right thumb was deeply burried in the white woman?s udder. Blood was bathing Ozanga?s hand as she dug her way deeper and deeper in Malgorzata?s torn breast. By then, the negress had her foe?s nipple fully in her clutched palm and she was still pushing harder and harder, tearing the flesh, ploughing the white woman?s gland, ripping her? Suddenly, Malgorzata?s udder fully gave out and Ozanga raised her trophy in the air while her big foe could only stampede the floor of the pool. The white woman?s nipple was in the black woman?s palm now and she exhibited it to the spectators. Blood was pouring in heavy waves from the torn breast, slowly covering her foe?s belly and ruisselating towards her hairy lower belly.
?No?? mumbled Malgorzata again and this time, Jerzy gave a loud scream, rushing to the pool. The guide stopped him.
?She wanted no referee,? said Hanau. ?She said she was better than any Himba woman.?
?Fuck you, man! This savage is killing her!?
?Take him out!?
Big Malgorzata gulped and this time a deep fear clutched to her pounding heart. She tried to scream, but she couldn?t. She heard Jerzy?s cursings and screams but soon, his voice faded away.
In that moment, she felt a warm moisture in her crotch.
?Yeeeeeeeaaaah!? yelled the spectators then. ?She pisses! She pisses herself!?
Ozanga understood what they said and she grinned. She felt that a quake began to grow slowly in the white woman?s big body and she understood that she did her best to hold herself. Stupid white cunt! There she was! She was just like the goats the Himba killed for the feasts! Yes! The big white woman was quaking faster and faster, harder and harder, while her strong thighs were fully falling apart. Ah, white whore of a woman, thought Ozanga and she hardened the throat crush, feeling a most deep thrill invade her as she felt that her strong opponent was getting closer and closer to the end of her journey. Hanau had promessed her 10 goats for this woman. 10 goats!
She heard Malgorzata mumble something ? oh, yes? She was begging, Ozanga was sure, but she reinforced the crush. None was there to stop her. She saw the white woman?s fully parted legs now. Her heels were beside her muscular butts and she hit the ground rhythmically with the eggs of the ankles, as the Himba called these bones. Malgorzata?s legs were quaking and her belly was convulsing. Yes. She was big and strong but Ozanga had her way with this muscular white bitch, yes? Even her blood was errupting in saccades from her torn breast, as if the white woman?s body was desperately trying to hold on. Yes! This big woman was Ozanga?s. She raised the right fist in the air and she hammer butted her foe in the triangle of hair covering her lower belly.
She wanted to make her piss again. She wanted the white people to see who was the better woman. She wanted to show them that she earned her 10 goats.
She heard her foe grunt while an endless spasm traversed her strong body. She hammer butted her again and now, big Malgorzata froze. The white people shouted at her. Ozanga smashed her again and the strong woman from that country she never heard about, fully sprawled under the Himba woman.
A gush was heard. Yes. The white woman is just like the goat we kill to eat, grinned Ozanga as her husband shouted at the people around the pool.
?White woman piss herself! Ozanga stronger!?
?Mama? ma? ma?? mumbled big Malgorzata, unable to control her bladder anymore.
Again, Ozanga hit her in the lower belly, and this time she heard a long, deep fart, as the sphincters let her foe out for good.
The negress looked again at the spectators. They were groping at her in awe and she liked it. She looked at the big body she had tamed and she hit her foe?s belly again.
Malgorzata seemed to freeze for a couple of seconds and Ozanga took her time to crush her throat. She heard the gnash of Malgorzata?s bones and muscles, she felt her tendons and joints squeak and she felt that the muscular white woman strained as hard as she could.
She struggles hard for her life, thought Ozanga. She is big and strong but Ozanga is the better woman. Ozanga will earn 10 goats.
Moments later, Ozanga felt the smell of the feces ? it was an acrid smell, like all the white people smelled. The smell became more and more foul as the strong Polish female was slowly emptying her bowel, unable to hold herself anymore. A powerful series of spasms ran through her body then and a terrible thrill invaded Ozanga.
She hastily got up and she circled Malgorzata for awhile. She was quaking from head to toe, unable to breathe even now, after her throat was released. Big, white bitch, said Ozanga to herself and she mounted the white woman?s face, determined to take advantage of her last spasms. She looked at Malgorzata?s eyes and she realized that she could still see what was happening around.
?I kill you now,? said Ozanga and she placed her cunt right over Malgorzata?s face.
She took her time to enjoy the moment before grabbing her foe?s throat with both hands, right beneath her muscular butt. Malgorzata stared at her with pleading eyes, but Ozanga gradually inforced the choke. The white woman?s eyes slowly popped out and a continuous stomp was heard then, as the big white woman was jerking her legs in endless spasms. Terrorised, she tried to buy her mercy by licking Ozanga?s cunt but the negress squirted then, letting her urine flow freely in her foe?s open mouth.
Choking with piss, Malgorzata suddenly sprawled and this time Ozanga knew it was all over. She remained on her foe?s mouth, rubbing herself out on Malgorzata?s mouth and nostrils until she felt no more the draught coming off the white woman?s airways.
Ozanga got up, acclaimed by the spectators. She circled her foe?s body and she noticed that her toes were still twitching. Strange ? she was shitting again, and Ozanga thought that it was good that the last sign of life of the white woman was that she was shitting. She placed her sole on Malgorzata?s chest and raised her hands in triumph, while a sudden shout of approval raised from the spectators.
She smiled at her husband and he came down in the pool. He enwrapped the big white woman?s waist and he hoisted her on his shoulders.
Yes. Hanau was a man of honour. Besides the 10 goats, he had also promessed them the fresh corpse of the defetead woman if Ozanga would win.

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[MikeJV]

Good story, great seeing a new story from you!

MikeJV

[Hasso]

Great, as usual! I'happy to see you again!

[Jessikafights]

Tee hee! Chuckles! Hmmm, a story where an over-confident, prejudiced, bigoted bitch finally gets what's cumming to her ... always get my kitty into an excited, sexual frenzy .... OOOOOHHHHH! [img]tongue.gif[/img] [img]wink.gif[/img]

Purrr!
Jessie
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[richy14]

Thanks Sega, Love the detail you put in the stories. Lets the reader feel the pain of your characters.