HO-LY FUC=KING SHIT was that AWESIME!!!!!! *bows in respect*
MikeJV
The Gypsy Camp Butchery Pt 2
Hamburg Couple Episode 13
Continuing on closely from the story started in Episode 9
Warnings of sexual content, violence etc?nasty ending, the title says it all
The two younger vixens had come to a stalemate locked and entangled, the dark teen European?s hot nude body plastered underneath the equally naked chocolate brown American, with hands wrapped firmly round each others throats. Both gasping girls tortured agonised faces started turning red as they forced all their strength into their claws to choke the life from their enemy. Their legs spread wide fought a separate battle, locking and trapping their enemy to avoid escape as the hairy cunt lips of the Romany duelled with the stubbly once clean shaven slit of the African American girl. Both females though engaged in the most torrid of mortal combat were fully aroused by the prospect of the ?Kill?. Two engorged clits were pounding together to exert dominance and four slick sweaty erect teats were rubbing and pocking to subdue their opponents. It was Misto who panicked first, seeing her husband and two young daughters looking on, she started pulling madly at the killing hands of the black female.
?Your dead meat,? hissed Tawny as she sucked in air, glaring into the brown eyes of the Romany teen, their bruised and bloody faces pressed close together. She looked into the other girls glazing eyes and saw the mounting fear. Misto had killed many times before in her young life but this was the first time the teen murderess had faced death so closely herself. It was too much for her man who suddenly lunged from the crowd to rescue his women, but was roughly grabbed and dragged back by other males in the crowd. Helene realised that though the tribe supported their champions it was likely many here had had lovers and wives die at the hands of these women as they rose to the top. The teen in her panic started to scratch at the American back and bloody streaks from her broken and jagged nails etched across the mud and filth on the other girl?s body. In the struggle to subdue her husband the Gypsy teen?s six-year-old daughter, bare footed and dressed in a simple cotton shift, had slipped from the grasp of her minder. Having witnessed death fights before the little girl knew the peril her parent was in and rushed to one of the steaming pots and pulled out a heavy ladle intending to crush Tawny?s skull. However another young girl who had seen her own mother die at the hands of Misto rushed in just in time and snatching the ladle away, instead she smashed it into the girls face before both were grabbed by adults and hauled away protesting, Misto?s daughter screaming a challenge to a duel to her enemy. The Roma vixen had however been lucky, the heavy implement had landed just within her grasp and snatching it up she pounded it into the black female?s temple. The stunned American rolled off her foe ungluing their hot bodies and both gladiatrix now lay panting on their backs sobbing in the firelight.
As the large Romany had dived into the small stream screaming the Russian bitch had regained her feet and chased her to the edge of the water, but the big women had not surfaced. Standing on the muddy bank Ivanna had taken an opportunity to wash some of the blood from her face and body, but this had been a mistake. Reinvigorated by the fresh water the Gypsy gladiatrix had easily seen her foe through the clear stream and with a surge of strength launched herself up from the depths taking the salt and pepper haired Slav completely by surprise. Knock the other mature bitch into her back the Romany had then rolled her opponent face down in the mud before mounting her back and locking her into a full nelson body press. The two heavy vixens grunted and groaned but Simza?s superior weight and strength allowed her to slowly press the Moscow cows face fully into the sucking riverbank mud. Twice the Slav?s face came up spluttering and spitting out the black gunk only to be again pushed back into the suffocating slime. By the campfire it was Tawny who dragged herself to her feet first and limped across to the Romany vixen who was still on her back rubbing at her red raw throat as she forced air back into her tortured lungs. The black Amazon grabbed the long shining hair of the teen and pulling her up smacked her knee twice into the Gypsy?s face. Misto collapsed back to the damp grass, blood oozing from her nose and mouth and her left eye swelling closed. It was then that the brown beauty spotted the difficulties her white partner was in and her whole attitude changed
As Tawny rushed across to the river bank Helene could see that the large Romany had shifted position on her enemy and was now sitting on the head of the Russian women, keeping her face firmly in the life sucking mud as her victim struggled desperately to get back to the air. Seeing the younger women rushing across the massive Simza stood up, an impressive bitch towering over the approaching girl. Helen saw the young women?s expression harden at the thought of a new opponent into one of cold determination. Then, to a gasp from the audience she went into a series of tumbles and ?flick flacks? that would have been the envy of any Olympic gymnast, if they by chance were to perform naked in front of a roaring mob Gypsy?s. Simza gapped at the display and was caught flat footed as all the power of the run and tumbles was transferred into a drop kick that flattened both her huge tits to mush. The large breast deformed and both already bruised teats spat blood, milk and lymph down her body as she was and sent with a howl crashing back into the river. Landing on her feet in the mud the playful face of Tawny returned as she took a mock bow before heaving Ivanna up and clearing her face of mud allowing the Slav to breath again.
?Your lucky, someone doesn?t want you to die, I?m not sure I would have bothered for an over the hill old slag like you,? giggled the girl. Looking over her shoulder to the stream she could see that Simza had come up spluttering, tears streaming down her cheeks as she nursed both burst mammeries in her large arms.
?If it had been me I would have cracked your skull not just your tits, Gypsy slut,? mocked the African American. Helping up the Russian she bent close to her ear. ?You kill that bitch and I?ll finish off the girl, if my idiot of a sister lets me.?
Approaching the prostrate teen Tawny admired her handiwork; she had given the little vixen a good beating. She stooped to drag the teen up by her hair smiling at the thought of throwing the other young Amazon unconscious into the nearby fire when Misto struck. The heavy iron ladle smacked solidly against the side of Tawny?s head and Helene could only look on in shock as the black girl staggered and then collapsed semi-comatose at the feet of the Roma vixen. Misto was panting and crying herself and seemed unable at present to take advantage of the downed black bitch. However having regained some of her breath and with a scream of pent up rage the teenager plunged the large ladle back into the pot of boiling gruel that it had originally been snatched from, and pulling out a full load of the steaming liquid poured it across the stubbly slit of the caffe au laitte American. The crowd cheered on their chieftain?s daughter as the back girl was shocked back into consciousness by the boiling substance leaking into her cunt and scorching her clit. Tawny howled and rolled around on the floor in torment rubbing and nursing her injured sex, trying to remove the burning sticky mess. Another crack from the iron implement laid the brown battler flat on her back and Misto again recharged her ladle. Bending, she gently caressed the inflamed lips of the other young vixen and then tugging open the Black?s cunt the teen deposited a full load of boiling liquid onto Tawny?s erect clit and down into her sex. The African American?s scream was hideous and her back arched as she jerked up and then fainted from the pain overload. The Gypsy laughed and pranced around her tortured enemy and the crowd, all except for the Ukrainians and Helene cheered and laughed along with her. It was then the Romany girl noticed the plight of her mother and with a yell set off across the grass towards the two struggling older women at the edge of the stream.
The two mature battlers were nearing the end of their stamina, driven on now by pure hate. Ivanna beckoned the younger larger bitch back onto the riverbank and waited claws outstretched to renew their conflict. The Gypsy mother accepted the challenge and coming to scratch in the mud both females started to punch and kick at each other, one hand locked into the others hair to ensure no escape. The stronger Simza managed to stager the older gladiatrix with a powerful combination of gutting knee lifts and breast punches and while Ivanna?s face screwed into a picture of pain the two large hands of the Romany wrapped them selves around the large Slav?s neck. The Moscow women knew she was in trouble and tired desperately to free her windpipe from the choke and she opted for the most vicious of counter moves. Ivanna gouged at the heavy Gypsy women?s eyes, scratching and tearing at the Romany?s face, her thumbs aiming for the sockets. With a scream Simza was forced to relinquish her strangle hold and then as she staggered back the smaller mature vixen tried to kick up into the already crippled crotch of the mother, but instead Ivanna found herself falling back with a splash into the soft sticky mud having lost her balance. Simza, still on her feet, wobbled to keep upright in the glue, but Ivanna reached out and yanked her hefty legs out from under her so that the bigger women fell with a splash face down beside the grey haired Russian. The pot-bellied woman struggled though the black gunk as quickly as she could and straddled the equally rotund dark Romany. As Simza tried to clear the mud from her eyes the Slav grabbed her long greasy black hair and thrust her face deep into the choking filthy mud. This was sweet revenge. Ivanna sat on the larger women pressing here into the suffocating ooze. Simza clawed at her hands but the Russian kept a firm grip in the long lank hair of the gypsy and tried to buck her foe off. The Slav laughed and pressed the Romany deeper into the gunk that was slowly draining the life from the champion. Giving a mighty heave the desperate Gypsy Amazon managed to half unseat her enemy and the two heavy weight women slid down towards the stream and then with another roll the darker women splashed them both into the cold water. As the larger black haired battler gasped for breath and wiped the dirt from her eyes it was Ivanna?s turn to act as strangler as she fastened her two powerful hands round the large neck of the Romany and plunger her below the water. Bubbles and filth spewed from Simza?s mouth as she fought for air but only found the cold liquid of the stream filling her throat and lungs. The two mature gladiatix were only in water up to their chests but the shorter Russian kept her foe off balance and her head fully under water, struggling to keep her own footing as the desperate Simza punched and kicked, quickly weakening as she was being robbed of life giving air once again.
Misto rushed to help her mother. As she neared the edge of the stream she snatched up a discarded branch, left over from the wood for the campfires and wading into the stream swung it viciously at the back of Ivanna's head. At the last minute the powerful Slav had sensed the coming of the smaller vixen from the noise and screams of the crowd and ducked, so taking only a glancing blow from the club. Ivanna lost her grip on the mother who spluttered to the surface and coughing up blood and water floundered out of the stream while the Slav reeled from another smashing blow from the improvised weapon wielded by the vengeful daughter. Discarding the log Misto grabbed the greying hair of the older woman and dragged her to the bank where she started to stomp and stamp on the now prostrate Slav as Ivanna moaned and tried to crawl away up the bank mired in the mud. Luck favoured the older women as in her excitement the younger women lost her footing on the slippery gue and crashed down hitting her head hard on a rock by the edge of the grass. As Misto lay on her back trying to shake the sense back into her head the Russian snatched up the discarded club and smashed it down onto the hairy crotch of the teenager warrior. The daughter screamed and sat up clutching herself allowing Ivanna to power up a home run swing that squashed to a pancake the teens proud firm 36 inch bust flat against her ribs. Misto fell back howling as blood and milk sprayed from her ruptured milkers, her face a mask of pain. The large Russian pulled herself to her feet and raising up her weapon aimed a killing blow at the head of the traumatised teen, but her mother came to her rescue before Ivanna could strike. Still not recovered Simza scrambled to her knees conscious of her daughters plight and smashed a crippling uppercut from behind through the legs of the mature bitch to land a near perfect cunting fist full onto the Slavs clit. Ivanna gagged and bent double, staggered and tried to escape wobbling onto the grass. Simza heaved herself up and grabbed the escaping bitch in a strangle hold; pressing her large drooping 48 inchers, seeping milk and gore across the back of the Russian as she strangled the other mature women from behind. As the Slav tried to prize off the beefy arms that were crushing her neck the two women struggled back onto the mud but to add to Ivanna?s misery she returned back into the reach of the teen vixen. Sobbing with the pain from her ruined chest the kneeling Misto wrapped her arms around the full round ass of the Russian and sank both sets of talons into the hole of the older gladiatrix and pulled ripped and dug into her shitter. The breathless Ivanna could not even scream in her agony due to Simza?s strangle but then she forced out a wail as the teen Amazon nuzzled her way below her full rotund gut and sank her teeth into the well used clit of the mature fighter and bit at the root of her womanhood
Helene?s attention had been so completely held by the death struggle by the stream that she had failed to notice that Tawny had somehow recovered from her injuries and was now limping across to the three women. She could see the scald marks running across the lower body of the chocolate brown girl and could only imagine the torture of walking while suffering from that type of injury. Nearing the battling women the pretty younger female wadded into the stream and to Helene?s shock and to ironic cheers from the watching gypsies instead of rushing to Ivanna?s aid she washed her tormented body in the ice-cold water and then completely submerged herself. Surfacing with her short raven hair plastered to her head she shook herself sending a silver spray of droplets out into the night, and even Helene noticed the audible sigh that escaped the lips of all the males present as the wet look beauty strode back to the bank, the water lapping round her naked hips. Covered in the shit and piss from the kennel she had looked good, but nothing special, but now most of the males in the audience were rapidly reassessing their loyalties, led on by a jerk of their male muscle. A few more knowledgeable men also quickly informed their leader of the green, blue and red markings that had appeared on the young Amazons back, and for the first time the large tribal leader looked concerned for his family, but the German also noted a spark of lust in his dark eyes. Helene and her guards were only a few feet from the black women.
?Tawny, you little whore,? screamed Helene, ?help Ivanna or they will kill you next?. To the blonde?s surprise Tawny turned her head slowly towards where the German was standing and gave her a cold heartless stare.
?No, I?ll kill them,? said the beauty in a low voice only Helene could hear, and then the girl shrugged, ? I always kill them,? and then with a sigh added, ? I even killed my own younger sister, but she still keeps haunting me,? then the Black bent down for something that was stuck in the mud. Helene was puzzled, no smile, no grin, no girlish rebuke, was this Tawny. Then she realised, the hollow eyes with tears running now down her cheeks, the near frozen, haunted, expressionless face. Yanika was back, but a Yanika Helene had only guessed at, this was the heartless Yakuza killer the young girls mind had fled from.
Helene?s attention was brought back to the fight as the Romany crowd were now bellowing warnings to their fighting females. It had been Simza?s knife that the black girl had found in the mud but again to the Germans dismay she had not rushed the mother and daughter team but was slowly and meticulously cleaning the weapon of the filth that it was coated in. However it was her threat that saved Ivanna from further beating as the bigger Romany released her hold letting the greying Russian slide back to the mud where she collapsed on her back. Simza pointed out their new foe to her daughter and both females now armed with a knife and club cautiously approached the seemingly preoccupied African American. Helene didn?t really see what happened next, Yanika looked up and her arm swept out and the younger dark vixen slowly crumpled into the mud. She flopped face first into the stench but it was the odd angle her head sat in the mud that enabled Helene to comprehend what had happened. The hilt of the large knife was sticking out from the younger Romany?s left eye and her teen body now started to twitch and spasm as life left Misto.
Pandemonium broke loose, women screamed, men hollered and the large Gypsy leader who had been following the fight intently in the expectation of a victory for his females charged across the grass with his entourage shocked at this unexpected turn of events.
He however was not quick enough. As her mother looked down in total bafflement at the turn of events that had robbed her of a daughter the compact black women seemingly without sound ran quickly towards her. Screams from the crowd made Simza looked up, but she only had time to see Yanika?s leap, legs wide giving the mother a full view of the hungry sex of the younger fighter before her head was engulfed in the small tight muscular thighs of the African American and the toned legs snapped shut. The little bitch sat on the big women?s shoulders; her raw, scorched, near hairless slit pressed tightly up against the other females face and her firm legs outstretched scissoring the Roma female?s neck. The girls pretty face was a mask with tears glistening in her glazed sad eyes as she flung out her arms and with a swivel of her hips and a twist of her torso the Black reversed her position, her curly hair flying out as she did so. Her thighs had muffled any noise but Helene still thought she heard a dull crack, and as Yanika dismounted from the now falling tree trunk of the Romany Amazon the crowd howled in anguish. Their champion?s head had been neatly twisted 180 degrees and her neck severed from her spine. Simza fell what should have been face down into the mud; her large udders making twin craters in the liquid surface, but her sightless eyes still gazed up at the star spangled night sky and a trickle of life blood flowed from her nose, ears and mouth as excrement and piss gushed from he twitching body.
Roughly tugging up the head of the dead teen the black gladiatrix tugged free the weapon from her brain. Yanika removed her teats with two clean swipes of the knife and then as the crowed silently watched hacked out the cunt and clit of the young female while her husband and daughters looked on. In awed silence she repeated the ritual on the massive Gypsy champion, taking care to remove all of the large black areoles and two-inch long stubby teats from the massive ruptured hanging dungs. She then turned her attention to the Romany?s burnt once hairy cunt, gripping firmly what was left of the soiled frizzled black wiry pubic hair she heaved up the skin around the cunt before inserting the blade cleanly and running it round the lips to sex scalp the Gypsy, pealing off the vanquished women?s overlarge roasted clit. Holding her trophies high up above her head for the crowed to see and acknowledge her victory the petite milk chocolate princess then threw the offal to the camp?s dogs tethered nearby.
The mob went wild while the Romany chieftain still stood in shock before the mutilated bodies of his women. Helene saw ?Boss? and his chief henchman ?Ugly? back away from the mob and place their hands on their guns but no hostile movement was made towards the victorious Yanika. Two young women jostled their way to the front of the mob and tied to grab the chief?s hand and attempted to kiss his large red ring, but the large male roughly pushed them away and the two women started an impromptu fight of their own. Then he strode purposefully across the clearing towards where the black girl was standing.
?You kill wife and daughter.? He spluttered in halting English. ?You now new wife?, the large dark man said offering his ring to be kissed. The expressionless disinterested eyes refocused and a wide childish smile spread across the pretty black females face before with a theatrical sigh it was Tawny who collapsed into the arms of the large powerful Roma male, giggling
OK guys, hope you liked that bit of 'fun and games'
John
HO-LY FUC=KING SHIT was that AWESIME!!!!!! *bows in respect*
MikeJV
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Oh my gawd! Two cunt scalpings .... [img]eek.gif[/img] ... but the above description absolutely takes the cake ... tee hee! [img]wink.gif[/img]Originally posted by johnsmith2007: She then turned her attention to the Romany?s burnt once hairy cunt, gripping firmly what was left of the soiled frizzled black wiry pubic hair she heaved up the skin around the cunt before inserting the blade cleanly and running it round the lips to sex scalp the Gypsy, pealing off the vanquished women?s overlarge roasted clit. [/qb]
Times like these I'm thankful, it's only FANTASY ... and is what still makes it juicily yummy & makes me moist! [img]tongue.gif[/img] [img]smile.gif[/img]
Meaow
Jessie
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ November 21, 2007 08:45 PM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>
Yes it is, but I bet yours would make abeautiful trophy, or maybe those juicy breasts of yours. Oh i'm sooo bad. lol!
MikeJV
Hey, Mike! Hmm? Suppose that's a compliment ... 'twisted' though it is ... tee hee! [img]biggrin.gif[/img]
But be careful this evil bitch may just take your cock & balls for a trophy above my mantelpiece ... [img]wink.gif[/img] ...
That reminds me, did I ever post here the Pirate story by Pumpmonger? It's not purely catfighting, but has swordfighting, death, etc. If not, I could put a link to it at Deadskirts if any here are interested?
Meaow
Jessie
<font color="#a62a2a"><font size="1">[ November 23, 2007 10:42 AM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font></font>
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ November 23, 2007 03:08 PM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>
You just might take my C&B as a trophy for your mantle, YIPE... evil bitch! *wink*
I think you did, but just in case go ahead and post a link to it.
MikeJV
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