WOW.... That F'ing ROCKED!!!!!
MikeJV
The Gypsy Camp Butchery Pt1
Hamburg Couple Episode 12
Continuing on closely from the story started in Episode 9
Warnings of sexual content, violence etc?the title says it all
The blonde had no idea how many men and women had forced themselves into her tortured body, and hardly remembered being thrown into the alley at the back of the club. Helene could remember hearing a group of men and women speaking Ukrainian and then being loaded into a sack and dumped into a vehicle. She was swimming in and out of consciousness for what she realised later must have been the next week or more. Some highlights were scored into her muddy memory; strapped to a hard bench for some quack doctor to stitch up and repair her wounds, stuck full of needles and fed pills until her fever and sores started to heel, a large older women begging in Russian to be released and promising thousands of dollars to the laughing guard only to be whipped for daring to speak, a shackle hammered into place around her right ankle and being secured in her kennel in the back of an old cargo container, sitting in her own shit with piss running down her legs while devouring a rotten apple and sharing the core with Yanika. Helene had soon realised the black female had somehow survived and also been kidnapped, she had heard the strange childish voice of the black girls alter ego crying for a sweetie a guard had promised her if she behaved. His idea of behaving was to be able to screw the girl?s already ruptured ass any time he wanted for a chewing gum.
?I?m sorry I played rough with you, but Yani just cant? say no to blonde men,? sighed the girl, and then passionately kissed Helene as an apology, and given her half a chicken leg she had been tossed for doing anal on three of the guards. The African American had insisted on becoming very friendly with Helene when they were shackled side by side in adjoining cages, and after a while completely creeped out the German by insisting on calling her ?Mumsie?, and the older Russian women ?Nana?. She now demanded to be called ?Tawny? as she said her ?big Sis? was too frightened and had run away. Helene had found it impossible to hate the young psycho, but also over the weeks intricate tattoos started to emerge on the girls back. Yanika had obviously concealed them with some sort of body paint, but now without a fresh application vivid pictures of birds, snakes and fighting men covered the African Americans torso. Helene recognised the style and things began to drop into place?Yakuza. Sometimes Helene still heard the girl muttering to her self, often in what she now realised must be Japanese.
Helene had lost all track of time; she guessed it must have been at least three weeks that they were held in the container somewhere in the middle of the old dock area and visited daily by the quack Polish doctor, feeding on scraps. Once every few days they had been allowed out and had to dance in front of a power wash as they and their kennels were hosed clean. Otherwise they were kept chained naked in their own filth, huddling together for warmth in the cold and damp of a North European spring. Then one evening a large man had come to look at them and Helene had seen money exchange hands and from that day on the food improved both in quantity and quality. Then the container was hooked up and moved four or five times in the next few weeks, travelling for a day or so each time, always South and East. The thugs who had them also started to take an interest in their wasted bodies. They forced the women to undertake a very basic fitness regime, taking turns in chasing them around and forcing them to exercise, only feeding them if they lifted so many tyres or jumped cleanly over the wrecks of old cars.
The chill of early April had certainly given way to the heat of central European June when one night the three naked Amazons were taken out for exercise in a dark forest clearing somewhere in ?New Europe?. By this time the three females were also being told to practise fight each other, and as the younger ?Tawny? had soon shown she possessed skills well above that of the two white women, it was the black girl who was the instructor in their practise. With a girlish giggle and her evil smile the two older women were led through their paces by the African American; from arm-locks, judo throws and pressure points to a full repertoire of nasty sexual holds that though both the more mature brawlers had certainly used neither had seen so expertly applied. However on this particular evening no sooner had the ?slaves? gathered in the dimmed headlights of the large truck with the four guards absent mindedly surrounding the area, each armed with a pistol or rifle, when voices were heard from in the woods. Two of the Ukrainian?s rushed off to investigate while the others herded their charges back into the rusting container. Some minutes latter Helene heard laughing and the voices of many men and women, and then the truck moved off through the woods to stop again in another clearing. In the excitement the slaves had not been secured in their cages so through cracks in the creaking steel door of the container the women could now see campfires, caravans, old trucks and even tethered horses.
?Fucking Roma?, spat the fifty something Russian, Helen had come to know as Ivanna. The truck was parked on the edge of a large Gypsy camp of about a hundred or so Romany. The youngest and most junior of their guards was still sitting in front
of the closed and locked doors of the container, shooing away curious women and children, while the other three were enjoying the hospitality of the camps elders. He was brought a bottle of some white spirit and having gagged on it a girl ran to a stream that flowed by the camp and brought him a mug of ice cold water. All three captured females at this sight of water could no longer keep the silence that repeated whipping usually bound them too, but all started to beg through the door for a cup. The girl in surprise ran off and ?Junior? banged on the container commanding them to silence. However the repercussion of their outburst was not long in coming. Helene could see the girl had run to a heavy set dark women in her late forties seated by the imposing figure if the ?tribes? leader, and very soon a heated discussion was taking place around the main campfire. The dark swarthy women suddenly jumped up and striped off her clothes screaming at the Ukrainians. The chatter and laughter around the camp fell silent, but with a roar the leader of the kidnappers leapt up and followed by everyone in the camp headed over to the truck. With out ceremony the door was flung open and all three women were led out blinking into the glare of the fire light.
Helene had no idea what the shouted argument was about, but it was obvious the gypsies felt that in some way they were being slighted by the truck drivers. The big Roma female, who appeared to be in her mid forties, shouted into the crowed and a younger women who must have been the older bitches teen daughter pushed her way through the gathering and promptly stripped off, leaving her self naked like her mother. The two swarthy nude females then inspected the captives and after a heated discussion with the boss Ukrainian, Ivanna and Tawny were led into the middle of the camp where the firelight from the bonfires illuminated their bruised and filthy bodies. Helene followed, but it was obvious that she was going to be a bystander in whatever was about to go down as ?Junior? and the largest kidnapper they had named ?Thug? took her to one side. ?Boss? was now busy explaining to his two captives what he had got them into.
?OK, see two women there, big women is Simza, and girl is Misto,? Boss gestured at the two dark naked Roma women. ?They are champions of tribe, mother and daughter of head man. They here to fight other tribe Gypsies, but other women too scared of them, they kill plenty times.? At this Boss sighed, his concern though being for what he thought would be a hefty loss on this consignment and his likely punishment from the consortium he worked for. ?So, instead they want fight you, so tribe have fun watching them kill as promised?. With that he shrugged and walked out of the fire light leaving Ivanna stunned but the cheeky devilish grin of Tawny spreading from ear to ear of the pretty black girl as they stood on the damp grass staring at the two Gypsy champions. The area the two slaves found themselves in was the central clearing of the camp, large bonfires bathed the scene with flickering light as the expectant faces of the Romany tribe looked on, surrounding the perimeter. On some of the camp fires pots of stew still boiled as the hurried clearance of the fighting arena had robbed some of the crowed of their supper and various discarded items also cluttered the floor such as plates and blankets. At the far edge towards the parked container truck and other assorted vehicles the grass gave way to mud as the little stream that had sparked all this commotion trickled and gushed its clear cold water through the forest.
The two Romany females were made from the same mould except for the twenty or so years difference in there ages. Those twenty years, and repeated child birth, had given the older women a rather rotund belly and two very large hanging breasts whose long nipples hung nearly vertically down across her gut. This contrasted with the still pert breasts of the daughter who though a teen had also given birth twice but had so far kept her trim grapefruit chest and toned figure. Both had long jet black raven hair down to the ass that shone in the fire light from henna and oil and their skin was dark southern European, but carrying a multitude of knife, bite and other scars having never bothered with the cosmetic surgery so favoured by more affluent catfighters. The heavier mother was maybe a couple of inches taller than her daughter at near six foot, and where as the younger female was muscled but compact the more mature gladiatrix had massive arms and powerful legs. The two champions twirled in the fire light flaunting their nakedness to the men and women of their tribe as they were cheered by the Gypsy camp. In contrast Ivanna and Tawny looked the very slaves they were. Both were still covered in the excrement of their kennels having not even been hosed down tonight. Various bruises showed from their recent traumas but as the regime of training and proper food had kicked in they now had at least recovered most of their former strength. Tawny or Yanika?s once glossy permed and oiled short black hair was now plastered to her head and grown out to hang greasily down to her shoulders but the African American beauty still had her six pack and ballet dancer build, but was at least four inches shorter than the other fighting women and maybe six inches shorter and much, much lighter than the Romany mother. The Russian women?s hair was streaked with grey and now hung well down her back and though her large melon tits could not compare to Simza?s udders, they were much firmer, and more erect than the Gypsies. However the Slavs left breast still showed a lived red scar having had a lump bitten from it in her last fight and the crippled mammery hung much lower than its companion. Ivanna?s build was similar to the other mature bitch, pot bellied round assed and meaty in the arms and legs, but giving away weight and height to the Romany female.
?You slaves?, the large women called across the fire lit clearing in heavily accented English, ?we cut you up slowly for my man to laugh at you. I give him your clit Russian and my daughter takes your nipples Yankee.? Two large knives were brought for the two Roma women and then before the captives had a chance to protest against the unfairness of the fight, with a shout from the bull like Roma leader the battle was on. The two Gypsy females with broad smiles on their faces split up and approached their chosen victims brandishing the knives so that the blades sparked in the glow of the fires. Ivanna backed away looking to either side for any escape or weapon to use while the large dark haired bitch laughed and mocked her as she steadily advanced with the knife slicing the air in front of her. Her daughter however was disconcerted by the reaction to her similar intimidation of the young American. The much slighter milk chocolate women stood her ground, hands on hips returning her smile.
?Coming to play with Tawny, I love playing,? giggled the black girl. With a shriek the Gypsy teen charged cutting at the jutting 36 inch breasts of the slightly older African American girl who with a laugh skipped out of the way to dart behind a large cauldron of stew. To shrieks of rage and frustration from the Gypsy teen and giggles from Tawny, and unfortunately for the exasperated Misto, growing laughter from the crowed that had chosen this fight to watch, the black vixen continued to skip out of the way of her lunges and lead her in a chase around the camp fires and their steaming contents. All the time the grinning Tawny was mocking and cursing at the efforts of her armed opponent, encouraging her to try harder and criticising her lack of skill.
Ivanna had found a few discarded plates and threw then at the confident tribal champion which she shrugged off with a curse before flinging herself at the other mature bitch. Ivanna?s attention was completely taken by the knife and thus missed the knee lift into her full gut. She staggered back holding her lower stomach and had to drop to the ground to avoid being sliced by the blade. Rolling on the grass the mature Slav fended off kicks and stomps from the screeching heavier female before with luck managing to trip the other gladiatrix. Scrambling up Ivanna again set off in search of a weapon but the crowed that were following this part of the fight were partisan, as you would expect, and were not only attempting to quickly retrieve anything the Slav might have found useful but were also trying to bar her flight forcing her back to a gutting by their champion.
?Your clit is mine Moscow cow.? hissed the large Romany as she eventually cornered the Russian by the muddy bank of the stream close by a large cooking fire. Both mature battlers were puffing and blowing at their exertions that had seen them exchanging punches and kicks across the clearing. Ivanna had got in a few good licks but now was bleeding from two slicing knife wounds. Her already damaged nipple was now neatly severed in two and oozed blood, but importantly her mobility was also much reduced from a long deep gash to her left thigh, obtained when she had just managed to dodge having her clit cut out by a low swipe from the large jagged edged weapon. Simza closed the large Russian, her blade ready to finish Ivanna.
Meanwhile back with the younger pairing the black girl had spotted the tethered horses and had edged the fight towards them. Helene could hardly believe what she was seeing as, while dodging thrusts of the knife Tawny started to pet and stroked the raggedy Gypsy ponies. Having missed lopping off the Americans right teat by a whisker Misto fell onto the sand box by the holding rope, but as she came up again quickly to confront the cheeky Tawny instead of lunging with her right hand she threw a face full of grit into the black princesses eyes. Tawny staggered back and a swipe from the knife left a crimson arc of blood across her six-pack and up her firm right tit. The black girl screamed and still blind jumped away to shield herself in the horses pen, but narrowly avoiding swinging hooves Misto managed to stick her in the ass, cutting a claret line across the shiny sweaty honey brown left butt cheek of the American Amazon, eliciting another yell of pain from the black female as she fled. Clearing one eye Tawny grabbed the mane of a large roan mare and swung her self up onto its back. From her vantage point she could see the teen being jostled and buffeted by the corralled horses and having cleared her other eye, but with both still red from the grit, she launched herself at the Gypsy vixen.
?I?m hanging your skinned cunt in my cage you Roma shit. I need some company on long dark nights?, screeched the slashed American girl.
Misto was taken completely by surprise and the knife knocked from her hand and both girls fell to the grass by the paddock entwined in each others arms, spitting, scratching, biting and gouging at each others tender bodies as they rolled across the dirt.
A loud roar from the crowed following the other fight made Helene quickly look across to where the two mature bitches were battling. Ivanna was holding the knife inches away from her one remaining nipple with both hands as the taller Romany tried to power the blade into her tit. Crack, Helene thought she could almost hear the impact as the greying warrior suddenly smashed her head into the face of the mother. Crack, crack, crack, the Russian smashed her forehead into the nose mouth and eyes of the Gypsy champion. As Simza staggered back, her face a mask of blood, the big women tripped over a log set beside a fiercely burning fire and collapsed into the mud by the small river, her knife falling from her near senseless hand. Ivanna however was also giddy from the concussion of the blows and sat down with a thud beside the campfire, her aching head in her hands. However fighting on home turf has many advantages and a bowl of water was quickly brought by a woman in the crowed and dashed into the face of the Gypsy female to revive her. With a start the raven haired bitch sat up and realising her danger snatched up her knife and jumped back to her feet, wiping blood from her eyes. Ivanna, still shaking the pain from her temples, sensed her danger and instinctively reached out to grab a weapon to defend her self. As the larger women leapt towards the downed Slav, Ivanna thrust at her. The scream made Helene shudder and the whole crowed gasped as Simza staggered back a look of horror on her face. The spiteful Russian bitch had snatched up a burning branch from the fire and thrust the fiery brand into the hairy crotch of the older Roma female and her bush was now alight and crackling, flames licking up her belly and roasting her clit as she screamed in agony. Dropping her knife the Gypsy champion ran beating at the fire and threw her self with a loud splash and hiss into the small stream.
?Roast pig?s cunt, stuffed with grilled clit, in hot Gypsy fat?, laughed the battered Moscow women as she hauled her self to her feet in the mud.
OK, no surprise it?s a fatal end next time.
John
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ November 05, 2007 10:42 AM: Message edited by: johnsmith2007 ]</font>
WOW.... That F'ing ROCKED!!!!!
MikeJV
oh, yeah... really liked that
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Wild, wild, WILD ending! Fiery bush & all! [img]rolleyes.gif[/img]?Roast pig?s cunt, stuffed with grilled clit, in hot Gypsy fat?,
Hilarious quip above to add further insult to injury! [img]biggrin.gif[/img]
Meaow
Jessie
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ November 11, 2007 09:16 AM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>
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