"Roman Matrons " a Classic Fight to the Death by SEGA

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Posted by sega on February 12, 19100 at 05:23:57:

ULTIMATE MATRONS


'Aargh! My breast!'

Daphne's cry echoed in the thermae, making the crowd?matrons, wealthy patricians and traders?mumble in amazement. The black woman's clawing must have been very hard since, eyes writhed in pain, proud Daphne still moaned, cupping her left mammary. Big and soft, it's white ?esh oozed between her ?ngers. She saw her sister in law and husband near the hot pool, looking at her with bulging eyes, bewildered, but she had better to do now?the strong negress was rushing towards her, arms erected.

They interlocked ?ngers and, grunting in rage, they pushed and shoved back and forth on the marble ?oor. With each movement, they bent waists and sprang forwards, trying to get a better leverage, but the combat was even, as shown by their equally loud pants of effort. The patricians and matrons gathered in a tight circle around, encouraging them: everyone was sure that a long, cruel battle was ahead of the two naked contenders.

'They match pretty well?' whispered Aelius in Commodus ear.

'Oh? Claudius is a brave, responsible Roman? He couldn't have chosen nothing but a valiant woman to marry with! And Sapoor, our guest, although Numidian, is of noble ascent too? Where's your wife?'

Aelius smiled. When she was young, Calpurnia was very well known for her skill in combat. She was old now, but still was the best Roman expert in female feuds.

'I'll call her, Imperator!'

The audience was once again mumbling in anxiety, watching the two big matrons struggle to get a better grip. Push and shove, push and shove?panting brie?y, they slowly approached the wall of the great hall of the thermae, arms enlaced, twisting their bodies, pedalling on the wet ?oor. Their moistened bodies were rubbing against each other, mammaries entwined, wet hair mingling, bellies smacking once and again, while their ?ngers dug bloody trails on the backs and shoulders, as they were trying to get a better hold. Now and then, they shouted and cursed at each other, eyes ?aring in fury.

Neither was at her ?rst try. Daphne, the pale skinned brunette, has had seven previous matron feuds since she came to Rome from Dacia, four years ago. Less than a month earlier she had a confrontation with merciless Maximia, a tall and strong matron of german origin. They fought in the peristilum of Maximia's own villa, outside Rome, witnessed by all men and women that meant something in Rome. Since the rules of these ?ghts were asssumed by everyone, none was striken that Daphne, after pinning powerful Maximia to the ?oor, punched the life off her in spite of the german's beggings and supplications?delivering blow after blow, she left a twitching carcass of ?esh and blood, messed with the torn drapes of her clothes, laying on the mosaic in front of Aurelianus Cato, her husband. When Galenus, the famous doctor, arrived at Cato's villa, it was too late: life had quited 33 years old Maximia, ?owing away with the blood that poured off her torn mammaries?

After that combat, everyone acknowledged Daphne as the uncrowned queen of the ?ghting matrons in Rome, since none other dared to challenge strong Maximia in the previous months? The much feared German?a tall, merciless, blonde matron?had been undefeated for two long years, since she had dethroned the previous wild matron queen, Arminia. However, the gossip went that Maximia carefully avoided a clash with wild Daphne, after watching. the brunette at work. But I'll talk later about the Dacians' ?ghting arsenal?

Younger Mwana has had only two matron feuds. Three months ago she won a most outstanding victory, by defeating sturdy Agrippina, a savage matron from Brundisium. She crippled her in a brutal ?ght and now, Agrippina could no longer leave her home in Brundisium, being con?ned to the bed.

None thought that Daphne and Mwana would face each other so soon; in fact, none thought that the negress?a guest in Rome, her husband being king Forusio's ambassador?would challenge the ruthless dacian, but things turned otherwise.

They were both the big type, but their shapes were so different! Daphne was very tall?a pale brunette of 30, with thin muscular calves, strong thighs, a rather big ass, a slight potbelly showing she has given birth, and disproportionately big mammaries, due to the fact that she was still giving suck to her one year old boy. Every move made them dangle in all directions, hanging from her chest like two bags of soft ?esh. The other matrons correctly assumed that the mammaries were Daphne's weakest point, the target any woman ?ghting her should attempt to destroy, but the dacian knew that too well and protected them carefully. During all their feud, Maximia tempted to grab Daphne's tits, which was her big mistake, since she allowed the brunette an easier defense strategy? On the other hand, Daphne's favourite weapon was punching, slapping and kicking. In fact, her blows were reknown for their speed and her usual tactic was to dazzle the opponent by hitting until knocking her down. Then, trampling under feet the foe's broken body settled the things for good? A particular sign noticed by everyone was that her combat lust showed in the erected brown nipples that tasted the air while her breasts swayed to and fro from the effort.

Those nipples were even bigger now, like two thumbs, since she was breast feeding her boy?

Mwana was a black woman of 21, originating from Cyrene, Numidia. Shorter than Daphne, her legs were packed with muscles, her rear was bigger than her foe's, like a pair of watermelons, while her round tits were elastic, with thick nipples. She preferred the close range combat, being an inborn talent in holds and strangles. In the ?ght against Agrippina, Mwana managed to break her spine in a terrible bearhug that had her foe pass out. What she lacked in agility and speed, was compensated by strength and determination.

Mwana knew that and was concentrating in exhausting the white woman, engaging her in the wearing test of strength. She looked more con?dent now, after clawing Daphne's breast. As far as she knew, none other managed to make the feared dacian shout in pain up to now?

The black matron made a brisk jerk, making Daphne backpedal on the marbles, but the Dacian bent from the waist, sustaining the assault. They bent more, breasts hanging and dangling, until their foreheads touched?they looked like two deers with intermingled horns, unable to get lose, cautiously searching for better grips, mammaries hanging, bellies heaving, legs and butts pried to maintain balance. Now and then, the bush in their asscreases showed off, revealing their intimate openings?Daphne's were brown, while Mwana's, strangely for her pigmentation, were pink. Sweat already covered their bodies, ruisselating on their faces and, as usual in ?ghts taking place at the thermae, gathering from their straining backs to their ass creases? From time to time, encouragements were heard from the crowd, but none of the contenders attacked, waiting for a mistake the other would make?

'Imperator?'

That was Calpurnia, Aelius' wife.

'What do you think of the ?ght?'

'I was anxious to witness it. As everyone around. These two matrons simply couldn't avoid this clash and in fact, I precipitated it?'

'You did what?!'

'I helped them get into an argument when we were in the cold pool? Their husbands intended at ?rst to part them, but I have my ways, you know? That's the result?'

'Hmm! Did you make bets or something?'

'Oh?' she chuckled. 'You sound exactly like Aelius? In fact, it's just that neither me, nor my friends, were able to settle what's most important in a ?ght: experience and speed, which are Daphne's valuable points, or pure strength and guts, Mwana's assets? So, we set the arrangements for this combat. Two naked matrons, settling it at your thermae, isn't it wonderful? It's just a problem of diplomacy, you know?'

'I know....' said the Imperator, thoughtful. 'And, what's your opinion? Is strength more rewarding than speed?'

Calpurnia peered at the two females for some moments.

'We shall soon ?nd out!'

The two matrons were straining hard, trying to overpower each other and their pants grew louder, elliciting echoes in the large hall. They were still impinging on soles, attempting to gain control of the ?ght when suddenly, Daphne let lose of her foe's arms and retreated. Mwana stumbled forwards, driven by the momentum but was brought to a brisk halt by a dashing punch to the belly. The black woman grunted in deep tone but, rushing forwards, embraced the white by the shoulders. The white matron delivered another uppercut to her foe's navel, making her pant loudly, but swiftly, the negress replied with a headbutt that took Daphne by surprise?a crushing wet sound was heard and the dacian's head snapped back, her knees buckled for a moment before she regained composure and forcefully kicked Mwana's shin, making her leap backwards.

'Aaah!?'

The crowd started to cheer, urging them to go on but both were breathing heavily. Taking cautious steps on the wet marble, arms raised, they circled each other, searching for an opening.

'I'll stomp you to death, Mwana!' hissed Daphne in rage. 'I'll punch you to death!'

'Too much talk, old woman! I'll squeeze you until you'll beg for mercy, but it will be too late!'

They jumped forwards, yelling in fury, arms erected. They enlaced their shoulders and tested their strength, jerking. Daphne feinted a retreat, making the negress lose balance and rammed her knee in the numidian's lower belly. Mwana exhaled, moaning, but strained briskly, grabbed Daphne's hair and headbutted once more the Dacian matron.

Blood spurted through the white's nostrils and the audience roared again when seeing the pale skinned woman stagger for a moment, but her right ?st dashed, getting the black woman in the jaw. Mwana's head snapped backwards and she had to retreat, but she attacked again, throwing straight punches to the white woman's face. Daphne avoided them easily, then forcefully kicked the negress in the belly, making her moan.

'Black bitch!' shouted Daphne and rushed to her foe, launching punch after punch to Mwana's face. Head thrown from side to side, the strong negress was forced to retreat under the heavy blowing, covering her face with the arms. The crowd encouraged Daphne, who was now aiming uppercuts at the black woman's chin, dazzling her with every ?st.

The negress was forced to run away, turning the back at Daphne. The white woman followed the black matron, kicking her powerful ass but, as she ran away, Mwana gained the much needed respite to recover her breath. The crowd was booing her but the negress ignored it and, facing Daphne again, she briskly charged her.

They interlocked ?ngers and the struggle was now steadying, as both searched for a better leverage. Daphne rammed her knee in the black's belly, making her bend waist but the negress still impinged on feet and, once more, the white woman knee thrusted her, getting Mwana in the chest with an unbelievable high kneeblow.

The audience roared, as the negress froze, unable to breathe, tits coiling, traits contorted in pain. She looked in dismay at the white woman and attempted to straigthen herself, but all she could do was to moan heplessly. Her breathes were shallow and suddenly, she split in two, overwhelmed by the lack of air.

'I'll blow you to death, crow!' hissed Daphne and, seeing Mwana's parted legs, forcefully kicked her groin.

The negress shouted from the bottom of the lungs, almost falling on the ?oor, sliding hands in the crotch. Daphne jumped at her and threw a powerful jab that got Mwana in the temple, but, driven by instinct, the black woman rushed forwards, head sinking in the white woman's potbelly. Daphne's big butts and mammaries quaked under the impact and she let an ooh of surprise, but got closer to her black foe, ready to punch, when Mwana briskly straightened the trunk.

The back of her head collided to Daphne's jaw, dazzling her. She stumbled around for some moments, shaking head, before recollecting herself and rushing once more against Mwana, landing punch after punch to her pounding breasts.

The negress screamed in pain and was forced to retreat, covering her ?rm tits, until her back touched the nearby wall. The white woman hit even harder, launching rights and lefts to her foe's mammaries, making Mwana throw aimless ?sts in the air. The negress yelled after each blow, more and more confused, but suddenly, seeing she had no safe place to run to, she went wild and, overwhelming the pain, she charged Daphne, embracing her waist.

'Aaah?'

Daphne was caught off guard by the brisk attack and slapped the negress concomitantly in both ears, making her scream, but this didn't stop Mwana who lifted her white foe off the ?oor, exhibiting her savage power? That source of wild force, that Calpurnia, although old, never understood where from it gathered? A power brought off from the very bottom of some women's selves?

Big Daphne jerked legs and twisted, trying to get back on the ground, but the strong negress reinforced the waist squeeze, lifting the white matron even higher. The white waist ?esh seemed to ooze above the black arms and both matrons froze, the black woman hardening the hug, the white matron clutching ?ngers to Mwana's arms, attempting to break the killing embrace. Slowly, they arched back their heads, panting in effort, eyelids contorted, but Daphne found a way out by delivering a powerful headbutt to the black woman's face. Mwana's head snapped and she was forced to let Daphne back on the ?oor. A wild squirm ensued and the white woman managed to headbutt again, crushing the black's nostrils.

'Aaaah?'

This time, Mwana's arms released the hug. She stumbled back, moaning, covering her face with both hands, while Daphne inhaled deeply, recovering from the crushing embrace.

After some moments, again they started to circle each other, encouraged by the crowd.

'White bitch!' hissed Mwana. 'You'll beg you were never born!?'

'I'll crush your chest, black cow! I'll crush your tits open!?' came the answer.

Shouting in rage, Mwana rushed forwards, aiming for the breasts, but Daphne slapped her face forcefully, making the negress lose balance. However, she got the big white matron by the shoulders and, burying her ?ngers in the Dacian's ?esh, she started to toss her from side to side. Gritting, Daphne retaliated by throwing uppercut after uppercut in the black belly but, grunting, the powerful negress joined palms behind Daphne's neck, rocking her head harder and harder.

'Punch the negress! Blow her belly!' shouted Claudius.

'Drag her! Get her down!' shouted Sapoor at his turn, while his wife kept tossing Daphne.

However, the continuous pummelling threw waves through the black woman's body? Her breasts coiled, her belly trembled, smacking under the ?sts, her legs were buckling? Still, Mwana dragged the white woman in wild bursts after her, making the audience roar madly.

'Knock her off! Knock her off, Daphne!' shouted Claudius.

'Get her down, Mwana! Throw her to the ?oor!' roared Sapoor, but Daphne's powerful uppercuts ?nally forced the negress to release the hug. She retreated, breathing through clenched teeth, while the white woman was bulging eyes in effort, hardly catching her breath too?

Lips contorted in rage, the two matrons faced each other, bellies and mammaries heaving in fast pace. And again, they clashed. Tall Daphne got the black matron by the hair and started to punch her face, while Mwana managed to embrace her foe in a waist squeeze, pushing her back. Daphne backpedalled and punched harder, grunting loudly with every blow, but Mwana raised her from the ?oor once more and forcefully shoved her against the nearest pillar.

'Aaah!'

Daphne erected like cardboard after the impact and froze for some moments. She recollected fast, however, and slapped the negress hard on the face, dazzling her, but Mwana grunted in fury and reinforced the hug. Impinging on soles, the strong negress squeezed Daphne in the embrace and added still more power to it by crushing the white trunk against the pillar.

'Whuuumph!'

Daphne's moves were desperate, as she couldn't ?nd a way out of the hold. Her legs jerked madly, trying to feel the ?oor beneath soles and she slapped her foe continuously. Mwana snarled in effort, and strained harder, elliciting a brief gurgle from Daphne, but the white matron suddenly headbutted the negress, making her release the strong waist squeeze. After awhile, Daphne headbutted again, forcing Mwana to step back on unsteady legs.

However, the white woman was exhausted too by the hold and panted hoarselly, unable to go after the black woman. Daphne's efforts to stand were obvious; her knees were shaking, bending now and then, she moved clumsily??nally, her long legs parted while her body was meandering, unable to regain control. She gazed foggily at her foe, tits swaying, while the negress was shaking head, trying to regain senses after the hard slapping and the powerful headbutt. She was bleeding heavily but, slowly, she recollected herself.

Still, Daphne had her thighs parted, belly in?ating in fast pace.

'Yeah, Mwana! She pries legs! She pries them legs!' shouted Sapoor, the numidian, as the white matron exhibited the curly hair of her groin?it looked like a black crest covering the hanging small labies?an appealing target for any ?ghting matron.

'Take care! Take care of your crotch!' shouted Daphne's sister in law, but Daphne was unable to join legs in time as Mwana forcefully kicked her private parts, crushing the delicate curtains of sensitive ?esh in the urgings of the crowd.

'Aaargh!'

The white woman split in two and plunged both hands between her powerful thighs, cupping her womanhood. Shivering, she stepped back, propping her big ass against the pillar, slowly doubling over, tits bouncing. Mwana snarled and went after her?she grabbed her mammaries with both hands, elliciting mad shouts in the crowd: it was the ?rst time that a woman got feared Daphne by the tits.

'Aaargh! Aaaaah! Haaaaaaaaa!'

The white matron clutched hands to her foe's forearms, trying to dislodge them from the breasts, oozing between the brown skinned ?ngers, but Mwana briskly twisted both hands, kneading the white ?eshballs and rammed her knee in Daphne's cunt.

'Aaargh! Haaaaaa!'

Daphne writhed and quaked, but Mwana was in control now? Squeezing harder the white mammaries, the black matron made her taller foe shout continuously from the bottom of her lungs. Breasts captured, bent from the waist, Daphne twisted like a trapped snake, but to no avail.

'Haargh! Haargh! H-aaaah!?' she shouted, jerking head up and down.

'Yeah! That's it, Mwana! You're breaking her!'

'Punch her! Punch her, Daphne!' shouted her sister in law.

However, the black matron didn't let her the time to follow the advice and briskly pulled up both mammaries, obliging Daphne to erect the trunk and then she pushed her against the pillar. Still, the white woman had resources and grabbed Mwana by the hair. A violent struggle ensued, the white matron shoving and pulling the mane of her enemy in bursts, while the negress strengthened the tit squeeze. They both had the eyelids contorted and gritted, sustaining the pain, but after awhile, short shrieks were heard, interpersing their moans of effort. Once more, strong Mwana powerfully rammed her knee in the white matron's unprotected crotch, making her quake.

'Oh, mighty!? Aaargh! Haaaa!.... You? Slut!?'

Desperate, Daphne pressed both hands over the black matron's face, thumbs searching to eyegouge. The squirm has reached a climax, both women writhing and moaning, impinging hard on their feet, each trying to get control. Mwana's face was bleeding from the continuous raking, but the negress managed to avoid the devastating eyegouge Daphne was looking for. Meanwhile, her hands were squeezing harder and harder the white woman's breasts?the black ?ngers were deeply sunk in the soft ?esh and Mwana dug them even deeper, in brief bursts that made Daphne give brief screams.

The crowd went wild, as the two bodies froze, each woman standing the pain and concentrating on in?icting the maximum of damage. The white matron managed to rip off one of Mwana's nostrils, but the black woman was now twisting in jerks Daphne's mammaries. The shrieks and groans went louder and, suddenly, the negress rammed again the knee in her foe's crotch.

'Haaaaargh! Haaaaaa!'

Daphne let lose of Mwana's face and slid hands in her aching groin, hardly hearing the roar of the crowd that cheered the black matron. The negress twisted the white mammaries once more, making Daphne scream in dispair and ensued by enwrapping her waist with the left arm while pushing her chin with the right palm.

Their bellies smacked and then, Mwana strained briskly, bending the white woman's trunk backwards.

'Aaah!'

Daphne gathered forces and tried to withstand the attack but the negress strained in a wild outburst, arching more Daphne's body. The white woman squirmed and ?uttered arms, searching for her foe's face. She gave short moans of dismay and attempted to punch the negress, but her ?sts wandered blindly in the air, as she was bent back more and more. Sensing she couldn't oppose to Mwana's attack in that way, Daphne suddenly clutched the right hand in the black woman's cunt, making her shriek sharply.

The strong negress withstood the pain, however, and, trembling in effort, kept on bending the white matron. The clashing bodies were shivering, each woman giving short shrieks and breathing fast. Daphne clutched the right hand even harder in Mwana's womanhood, making the negress shout from the bottom of her lungs but the latter reinforced the hold by choking the white woman. Daphne dug deeper her nails in the black sensitive ?esh and the thermae became silent, as the two women were struggling in an almost motionless way, trying to break each other by sheer power. Mwana's shrieks were heard more and more often, but she reinforced the throat squeeze, making Daphne gurgle now and then. And although she managed to arch back Daphne's back, almost dismantling it, the white woman started to rake Mwana's cunt harder and harder. Suddenly, the negress couldn't take it anymore: she gave a high pitched shriek that echoed in the hall and leaped back, letting her foe lose.

'Aaaah? My cunt!? Aaaah!?' shouted Mwana, eyes ?lling with tears.

But none of the people around uttered a single word, watching the two matrons recover at a safe distance. Their eyes, ?aring in rage, were stuck to each other's, watching for the least threat. However, they were in too much pain and all they could do was to recollect before engaging again in the deadly clash.

Black Mwana was massaging her aching groin and her face bleeded heavily, blood pouring on her chin. Tall Daphne was holding her tume?ed breasts enwrapped in the left arm, while massaging her neck. Her face bleeded too, but not as profusely as Mwana's. Slowly, their breathes steadied? Easily, they raised arms in guard? Slightly, their knees bent and their bodies strained?

And then, they charged again. Their arms intermingled and both started to headbutt. The audience went mad at the sight of the two ruthless females that mutually banged their foreheads, like two wild rams, panting in effort. The blows thudded louder and louder, but none seemed to accuse them until, all of a sudden, the negress grabbed once more Daphne's tits. The white woman attempted to evade the breast squeeze and retreated, but Mwana clawed her mammaries from beneath, almost piercing the sensitive skin.

The white woman grunted and punched the negress in the jaw, making her legs quake, but Mwana took a deep breath and delivered a savage headbutt in Daphne's chin.

The blow was most powerful, as Daphne showed the white of her eyes for a moment and Mwana headbutted again, while powerfully crushing the white tits?the Dacian covered her face in desperation with both arms, leaving the breasts fully at Mwana's disposal.

The black matron felt Daphne's distress and ensued by getting her in a front hug, lifting her from the ?oor. Daphne grunted and her legs sprang rhythmically, searching to feel the ground under feet and, after awhile, her aimless struggle allowed the negress to choke her again and bend her body from the waist.

'Hargh!'

Daphne seemed to freeze, arms pushing against the black's chin and the negress rammed her knee in the white matron's crotch throwing shivers through her ?esh. Sensing Daphne's growing confusion, Mwana reinforced the waist squeeze and the choke, making the white woman squirm clumsily, arms ?uttering in the air. Breathing faster, the negress kept arching her foe's back, making her exhale loudly and throw useless ?sts in the air. Mwana tightened the grip, forcing the white woman's spine to the maximum, then waited for some moments in which Daphne twisted helplessly in the powerful hold. The white woman's squirm was gradually losing strength, her legs started to twitch and the negress strained even harder, elliciting a deep aaaaah. Daphne's knees bent and, after awhile, she started to quake in exhaustion?the negress instantly took advantage of her distress by hugging Daphne's midsection with both arms and lifting her in the air.

'Haaaaaah!'

Moaning hoarselly, the white woman strained, clutching hands to the black's forearms, attempting to free herself, but Mwana started to rock her in wild bursts, powerfully shaking Daphne. The Dacian panted in rhythm, trying to withstand the pressure, head arched back, trying to free herself from the waist crush. She jerked her muscled legs, but the negress went wild, rocking the white body harder and harder, making Daphne's breasts coil up and down.

'Haaaah!'

The white woman gritted as Mwana stopped her rocking, reinforcing the waist squeeze. Daphne kicked the negress in the shin, threw ?sts on her shoulders and struggled in desperation, but found no way out of the hold. She gave a short scream of fear and froze, almost suffocating in Mwana's wild embrace.

'Mmm-whoaaah!'

'Slap her! Slap her!' shouted Claudius.

'You're crushing her! Crush her! Crush her!' hissed Sapoor, hoarselly, and his wife lifted Daphne even higher, making her gulp. The white woman resorted to slapping the negress in the ears, but her blows were obviously uneffective, managing only to enrage Mwana who tightened the waist squeeze.

'H-haaaaaah!' Daphne's face went red from the effort and she grumbled, writhing helplessly in her foe's arms. Mwana panted in effort, putting still more pressure around Daphne's midesction; the white woman gulped once more before delivering a violent headbutt in the negress's face. Black Mwana withstood the shock and tightened the hug, making Daphne exhale loudly.

'White bitch!' she shouted before powerfully slamming Daphne to the ?oor.

Daphne's body thudded on the wet marbles, her potbelly quaked and her mammaries dangled up and down from the impact. She managed however to get on knees, but her exhaustion was showing, since her body meandered back and forth in dismay. She attempted to raise when Mwana clutched ?sts and threw a devastating hammerbutt in the brunette's head.

A snapping sound was heard, as if the white woman's skull cracked. However, although kneeling and groggy, Daphne still launched a straight ?st to the black woman's crotch.

'Aargh!' Mwana retreated, caught off guard, but, as Daphne attempted to get up, the negress inhaled deeply and hammerbutted Daphne in the top of the head, with all her might.

'Ahh!'

The audience went mad when the brunette's arms fell aside, body waving to and fro. Once more, the white woman rested the left sole on the ?oor, trying to raise, but Mwana joined ?sts again and banged her head: Daphne's legs gave out and her big bare butts fell between her parted heels, provoking a smack when hitting the wet ?oor. Mwana yelled in triumph and blowed once more the dacian in the head, making her fall on all fours, head facing the black muscled legs. Daphne was shaking head, dazed and Mwana readily sank on her, clutching hands to her hair and keeping her down on knees and erected palms.

The white woman struggled and pushed forwards, but the negress got her in a face lock from above and readily stood up, forcing big Daphne to raise on soles, neck caught in the black arms, head burried between the black breasts. Moaning wildly, the white matron ?uttered arms, trying to alleviate the pressure on her bent neck, as the strong negress repeatedly jerked back her trunk, obliging Daphne to raise on the balls of her feet. She attempted to ?ght back, punching her foe's ?anks, but the continuous jerking exhausted her. Daphne's knees buckled and she could hardly keep herself up while her big white mammaries dangled in all directions from the tireless dragging around.

A roar errupted from the audience as Daphne's breasts suddenly started to ooze? a creamy white liquid bathed her nipples before dripping on the ?oor.

'Milk!' shouted someone. 'The negress milks her out!'

'The negress milks her out! She milks out Daphne!'

Mwana snarled and started to jerk stronger the white woman caught beneath her. Daphne's tits were coiling from the constant rocking, milk falling to the ?oor in gluing droplets. The white woman's legs were shaking and her groans went louder, sensing she was overwhelmed by the negress who suddenly dropped to the knees, bringing once more Daphne on all fours. The white woman yelled and impinged hard on soles, trying to make the negress lose balance, but Mwana got her by the hair and, still kneeling, delivered a poewerful headbutt in Daphne's back of the head.

The blow made the white woman shake on arms and knees and the negress headbutted her once more. The dacian gulped and attempted to crawl frontwards, twisting and squirming but the black matron headbutted again, forcing the white woman to halt. Only her hanging white breasts and belly were swaying back and forth from the momentum. And then the negress banged her head again. And again. And again.

The thermae became silent, as the black matron kept hitting Daphne's head, slowly depriving her of strength? Moaning after each thudding blow, the big white woman hardly managed to keep her arms erect and Mwana went on with the headbutts. Daphne's elbows started to bend, while her knees slid on the wet ?oor, parting under the blows of the black woman. Snarling in effort, the negress put more pressure on her foe, jibbing on her hair in contractions rhythmated by the headbutts, ?nally bringing the white woman on wide spread knees and elbows, mammaries almost touching the ?oor. Her butts parted too, exhibiting the cunt and the asshole covered by a thick bush of hair, moistened by the sweat creeking from her ass crease. Her helpless groans gradually turned into cries of fear.

'Ahh!? Ahh!? Mighty Jupiter? Aaah!'

'Push and scratch, Daphne! Push and scratch!' encouraged her Claudius. 'You can make it!'

Raging in fury, the white matron gathered strength and again started to writhe her body, managing to push backwards Mwana, but the negress straightened the trunk and let lose of the white woman's hair. Daphne attempted to raise on arms, but the next headbutt savagely dropped against the dacian's back of the head, stunning her. The crowd went wild at the sight of the white matron waving on knees and elbows, ass in the air, raising the head after each deep breath.

Once more, the strong negress headbutted her big foe and, sensing Daphne was losing control of herself, she enwrapped her neck in reverse, under the left armpit. She then rolled on back, dragging Daphne over her. Confused, the Dacian found herself above the black woman's trunk and, before she realised what happened, the strong black thighs scissored her waist.

For awhile, both froze, Mwana strengthening the waist scissors while tall Daphne, although atop, remained motionless, knees prying, trying to withstand the pressure. However, the negress reinforced the neck squeeze with all her might, making the white matron grunt.

The audience went mad at the sight of the two bodies squirming on the ?oor, trying to get a better leverage. The struggle went on for some moments before the powerful negress succeeded in tightening the unescapable hold on the white woman. Again they froze and, after awhile, taking adavantage of Daphne's imobility, the negress arched back her trunk, bridging on butts and shoulders.

'Aaah!'

The Dacian sensed she was caught in a deadly trap. Her neck was crushed under Mwana's armpit, her waist was squeezed and her face was crushed on the ?oor?all she could do was to prop on knees and raise the ass in the air in the futile attempt to stand the pressure exerted over her spine.

The black woman strained harder, almost dismantling Daphne's neck. The white body quaked and a gulp was heard. Daphne hastily searched for a target to grip to, and extended back both arms, raking the black woman's straining thighs, but Mwana tightened the scissors, bringing to a halt the white matron's attempts to ?ght back.

The crowd was still silent, watching the almost motionless confrontation. The negress was strengthening the arms and legs, trembling in sheer effort, making Daphne desperately grab the strong buttcheeks, raking them in the hope of alleviating the pressure on her body. The white ?ngers burried in the black ass and the two women moaned, quivering, giving the best they could.

Suddenly the white's straining legs started to give out and her ass slowly got to the ?oor, butts prying. After awhile, she found herself ?at on the negress's belly, thighs wide parted besides the black trunk, waist crushed, showing off the curly hair in her groin. The audience clapped hands and urged Mwana to go on; sensing she has outpowered Daphne, the negress curled beneath her, slipping the legs higher on Daphne's trunk.. Her muscled thighs crushed the white woman's rib cage and Mwana reinforced the squeeze. A muf?ed shriek was heard and the white ass ?uttered uncontrollably for awhile before the white woman's hands released the black buttocks, falling to the ?oor. The audience roared, cheering the black matron, as her powerful legs waddled panting Daphne from side to side, in bursts.

However, Daphne was not ?nished yet. She parted her knees and palms, impinging on the ground. Her limbs jerked off suddenly, making both women slide on the wet ?oor and the white matron gained the leverage to clutch ?ngers on the negress's face and hair. She started to toss the black's head from side to side in wild bursts, making Mwana shout in pain.

The negress gave a grunt of rage and started to scissor rhythmically the white's rib cage, making Daphne's body freeze once more, propped on knees. Her hands kept waddling the black matron's head, leaving trails of blood on her face. The crowd started to mumble as Daphne propped once more on knees, raising her ass higher in the air, lifting Mwana's huge butts from the ?oor?

But then, a crack was heard, instantly throwing a shiver through the white woman's body. Daphne groaned and suddenly twisted her head, pressed her mouth against the black trunk and sank her teeth in Mwana's muscles. The crowd realised that the white matron was slowly getting in a hopeful situation and silenced again.

'Yeah, Daphne! Do it! Do it!' cheered Claudius.

The negress gave a sharp shriek and reinforced both squeezes, but Daphne bit her harder on the back, ripping off the black skin. Blood sprawled on the ?oor, making Mwana yell in high pitched tones. She started to quiver and opened the mouth wide, as if yawning, crying louder and louder. After some moments, to the watchers' disbelief, she was forced to release Daphne's head from the lock. The white woman erected the trunk and, taking a deep breath, she headbutted the negress on the spot. Mwana punched her in the face but again, Daphne headbutted her, obliging the negress to enwrap the white woman's shoulders, in confusion.

'She's yours! She's yours, Daphne! Kill the black bitch!' shouted Claudius as Mwana's dismay was more and more obvious.

Another headbutt got the black woman in the face, almost stunning her, and Mwana reinforced the hug, desperately, preventing the white woman from getting the leverage to hit her. Their snaking trunks were now rubbing against each other, but Daphne found the way to raise head and headbutted once more Mwana in the face.

'Haaa!'

The strong negress was now in distress, arms slipping on her foe's back, hardly keeping Daphne close to her. However, the white woman was exhausted too, being obliged to stand on erected palms and supporting Mwana's weigth, clutched to hers in the arms and legs embrace. Still, she went on headbutting the negress, until the latter's arms gave out and the black trunk fell to the ?oor, thudding.

Daphne prepared for a devastating headbutt but, in the last moment, Mwana hastily went for Daphne's tits, squeezing them mightily.

'Aaaaaaaaaaaah!'

The white woman tried to free herself but Mwana pulled her breasts wildly, obliging Daphne to freeze on knees, above her. Then, she let lose of the white tits and choked Daphne, making her grumble. The negress pushed back Daphne's head, making the white matron pant, while her hands fumbled on the black woman's chest, hastily searching for the breasts.

But then, the black legs started to scissor the white's chest in tremenduous bursts, making Daphne gulp in rhythm. A crack was heard. And another one.

'Aah! Aah! Aah!'

'Her ribs give out!' shouted Sapoor. 'Go on! Crush her! Crush her ribs!'

Daphne grunted in dismay and punched Mwana in the face, but the negress squeezed even harder while choking the white woman's throat with all her might. And then, another crack was heard, making Daphne gurgle in fear. She gathered forces and punched stronger and stronger, throwing droplets of blood from the black woman's nose and spurted lips, but the latter reinforced the squeezes. The white matron bulged eyes, desperate, and hit harder, in the hope of stunning once and for all Mwana who was now groaning in growing desperation.

'White? bitch?' she hissed and strained madly, making Daphne contort lips and writhe the eyelids.

The white woman gulped. Breathing hoarsely, she hastily joined ?sts and hammerbutted the black's face, banging her head against the ?oor. Blood seemed to errupt from Mwana's face and her head hit the ?oor with a thud. The blow was so powerful that the black woman released the choke, hardly clutching hands to Daphne's neck. The white woman hammerbutted her foe's face once more and a wet sound was heard, as Mwana's thick lips and nostrils were torn open. Blood covered the black woman's face and her strong thighs relaxed, allowing Daphne to breathe thirstily. Her lungs ?lled with the much needed air and she hammerbutted once more the negress.

Zbraaaff!?This time, Mwana's knees pried, freeing almost completely the white trunk. The negress could hardly keep her ankles crossed over Daphne's butts and her hands slid on the white's back, barely clutching to her shoulders.

Daphne hammerbutted again, making Mwana's powerful legs quake helplessly in the air and Claudius shouted like mad:

'Yes! That's it, Daphne! Break her! Break her face!'

Another hammerbutt ensued, splashing against Mwana's face and the black's head seemed to crush on the ?oor. Blood poured heavily from her broken nose and lips while the black knees parted wide, out of control. Mwana's ankles uncrossed and her calves slid over Daphne's ass, freeing her for good. Meanwhile, the white matron got on all fours and pinned the negress's arms to the ?oor, besides the black trunk and then, she savagely headbutted Mwana in the left breast.

'Haaaaaargh!'

The negress bridged beneath Daphne and the white matron headbutted her once more in the tit, throwing shivers through the black ?esh. Desperate, Mwana attempted to enwrap again Daphne with the thighs, but a third headbutt to the mammary made the negress yell from the bottom of her lungs. Her screams were soon covered by the crowd's roar, urging Daphne to ?nish once and for all with the negress and the white woman delivered a fourth blow to her foe's left breast.

This time, the negress gave a terrorised yell, outstretching on the ?oor and Claudius raised hands in triumph, as his wife headbutted again the negress in the mammary, launching convulsing waves through the black ?esh. Mwana's left breast started to swell under the crowd's eyes and Calpurnia whispered in Commodus's ear that Daphne's blows must have broken several blood vessels in the black woman's mammary.

'If Daphne goes on like this, Mwana's breast will break?'

'Break?!' stared the Imperator at the old matron.

'As you hear? That's why Daphne is feared for. She knows how to womanhandle her foes? When she killed Maximia, she did just the same.'

The big white matron had now a devastated Mwana writhing beneath her, hands desperately cupping her battered tit. Daphne grabbed the negress by the forearms and threw them aside, exposing her breast which she headbutted again. A wet sound was heard and the black skin cracked, just as Calpurnia said some moments before; blood oozed over Mwana's mammary, making Sapoor cover his face with both hands. The crowd was yelling and the negress opened the eyes wide, glancing in bewilderment at her bleeding breast. She let a howl of dispair and, instinctively, reached for Daphne's hanging potbelly which she grabbed forcefully, twisting the soft ?esh in wild bursts.

Taken by surprise, Daphne leaped back, but Mwana sticked to her tummy, kneading it furiously. The white woman let an ooooh of pain and tried to dislodge the black's hands from her belly. Kneeling, trunk erect, she struggled, but Mwana's claws sunk deeper and deeper with every moment, before briskly pulling Daphne down by this ?esh handle.

'H-aaaah!'

Blood poured from Daphne's belly and again, the crowd roared: the negress had pierced her foe's skin with the nails. The big white woman yelled in high pitched tones and found herslef laying over the negress who swiftily enwrapped Daphne's trunk with the thighs. Daphne headbutted wildly the negress in the face, but Mwana hardened the leg scissors, thighs and calves trembling in effort around the white woman's trunk. Terrorised by the crush, Daphne hammerbutted the negress, elliciting a moan of fear, but Mwana let a deep grunt and scissored the white woman in brief outbursts, while pulling savagely on the white woman's potbelly.

'Ah? ah? ah? Haaaaaaaa!'

Daphne headbutted Mwana in the chest bone, provoking a cracking sound. However, the negress resisted and reinforced the waist scissors, making the white woman contort the mouth and eyelids. Blood was creeking from her belly, spreading on Mwana's abdomen who pulled harder on Daphne's tummy.

'Aaahh-haaah!' moaned Daphne, gritting, before she started to quiver. Slowly, her legs and arms gave out, collapsing on the ?oor. Overwhelmed, she layed over Mwana but the negress suddenly choked her, obliging her to straigthen the trunk. Daphne attempted to gather forces, but then, a crack was heard and her head fell forwards, hanging above her foe's pounding breasts.

Mwana twisted madly, shaking the white body, making Daphne strain from head to toe in the desperate attempt to stand the chest squeeze and the choke. After some moments, however, the white woman's head again fell between her arms, jerking uselessly with each hoarse breath. The negress reinforced the choke and the scissors, hissing in rage and, slowly, Daphne's muscles gave out once more. Her ass fell back to the ?oor, butts prying wide, fully exposing her private openings surrounded by thick tufts. The white mammaries still swayed, nipples whitened by the creamy milk oozing out and droplets of the gluing liquid poured over the black woman's breasts. Daphne's prying butts rested on the ?oor, between parted thighs and her feet stood ?at on the marbles, toes pointing outwards.

'Yeah!' grunted Mwana, insured that Daphne's forces faded away and waddled her in what must have looked as an endless lapse of time for the white woman.

'Oh? Ah!? my? Aaaaaaah?'

Daphne gradually became a rag between her foe's thighs. Her head was thrown from side to side, her butts and mammaries quaked like gelatin in the wild crush, the white potbelly was sliding on blood over her foe's abdomen?the negress briskly resumed the leg squeeze, propped on heels and threw up the hips, powerfully bumping the white body aside. Dazed, Daphne found herself on elbows and belly and started to crawl clumsily on the ?oor, but Mwana went after her, breathing heavily. The crowd was urging them again, but both were worn out and could hardly crawl on the wet marbles.

However, the negress got on all fours and managed to catch snaking Daphne from behind. Gathering forces, Mwana leaped forwards and dropped over her foe, ?attening her body beneath hers. Overpowered, the white woman moaned and tried to jerk, but Mwana was too heavy and ?nally, they both remained on the ?oor, taking shallow breathes. The negress spread wide the legs, laying with all her weigth over Daphne, suffocating her.

'Get up, Daphne! You can do it! You can! You can!' shouted Claudius.

'Soak her, Mwana! Soak her! She's yours! The white bitch stands no chance!' yelled Sapoor.

Slowly, they started to writhe again, Daphne attempting to bump off the negress, but the latter recovered faster and mounted her strong butts on the white woman's back, steadying her. Daphne struggled, awkwardly, worn out and Mwana hamerbutted her in the back of the head, making her crumple on the ?oor, barely breathing.

Another hammerbutt ensued, throwing waves through Daphne's body and Mwana got her neck in a lock from behind, strangling her. Daphne raised calves in the air, straining, but the negress hardened the necklock until, exhausted, the white woman lost control of her trembling muscles and her thin calves fell on the marbles. Her legs jerked for awhile, but then, this stopped and Mwana reinforced the neck squeeze for three or four times, throwing shivers through the white woman's ?esh each time?

'She's yours, Mwana! She can't escape!' shouted Sapoor. 'Just wait and rest! Wait and rest!'

Daphne was laying ?at on belly, barely breathing, and strong Mwana took her time to recover, laying on her foe's body. After awhile, Mwana's heart steadied and her lungs ?lled with air. Slowly, the negress got off Daphne and kneeled in front of her head. The white woman could hardly raise the face, groping around in confusion?she propped on elbows, trying to erect her trunk when, acclaimed by the audience, the negress hammerbutted the dacian in the head. She stunned the white woman and then, she grabbed a mane of Daphne's hair, awkwardly lifting up her trunk, in the growing cheers of the crowd. She was hardly breathing herself, but Daphne was almost ?nished, unable to oppose to the black woman's maneuver. Her hands were resting on the ?oor, palms up, while her thighs pried in exhaustion, barely keeping Daphne's trunk erect. The negress managed to steady her big foe on butts, took a deep breath and then forcefully rammed the knee in Daphne's face.

Blood errupted from Daphne's nostrils; she quaked under the impact and fell on back. She attempted to raise on straigthened arms, but her whole body collapsed and she fell, belly up, calves caught under thighs.

'Aaaah?'

The audience went mad. The proud brunette was hardly breathing, face bleeding, mammaries dangling?her knees parted wide, in exertion, heels besides her butts. She awkwardly attempted to prop on elbows, but her head was shaking, while her eyes couldn't regain focus. She had a slightly opened mouth and her bleeding belly heaved fast. At last, her arms let her out and she found herself eaglespreaded on the ?oor, head unconsciously turning from side to side, trunk and legs twisting in slow motion, as if trying to sneak to an unseen hiding place. In a last attempt to crawl away, she arched her back, but her ass fell back on the ?oor after some moments, in obvious exhaustion. Her nipples in?ated almost immediately, and a burst of milk sprawled on her prying breasts.

'Get up!' shouted Claudius. 'Get up, Daphne! Fight the crow! Fight that ugly crow!'

His wife moaned deeply and again tried to get up, but her muscles were soaked and she fell back, legs outstretched, belly in?ating in fast pace, mammaries pounding heavily.

'I said, get up, Daphne! Get up!'

'I? will? I? will?'

The white woman gathered forces and tried once more to raise, encouraged by the audience, but fell on back for the third time, gazing in disbelief at the negress. She attempted to crawl on butts and elbows, but could do nothing more than pedal uselessly on the wet ?oor. And then, a puff was heard, as Daphne's ass hole gave out.

'Oh? my? I can't?' she said, gritting, and another puff was heard, gut gases errupting loudly from the white woman's ass hole.

'She's yours, Mwana! The shiter lets her out! Go get her! Get her!'

Mwana stood now between her foe's legs and kicked them apart, splitting them wider. The white matron yelled and her heels slid on the ?oor? She was unable to put a safe distance between her and the strong negress. And again, a loud puff was heard, as if a drape was torn, showing that Daphne completely lost control of her ass hole muscles.

'Make her shit! Make her shit, Mwana! Go on! Break her! Break her!'

Wildly cheered by the audience that realised Daphne's weakness, the black woman kneeled between her foe's thighs and delivered a punch in her private parts. A sharp shriek was heard and this time, the excruciating pain made the white woman extend legs in the air and raise the trunk from the ?oor, propping on elbows. She looked straight in Mwana's eyes, in bewilderment, unconsciously jerking her long legs besides her tormentor's body. Her lips were bleeding, and a purple creek poured from her chin between the heaving tits and then to the creases of her potbelly, melting with the blood ruisselating from her abdomen. Anxiety ran through the audience, as the black woman simply examined her foe, without attacking anymore.

'Ha!' exclaimed Calpurnia.

'What do you mean? Why doesn't she ?nish her for good?'

'Punching a cunt is rewarding, but crushing a clit is devastating? She aims for Daphne's clit now? Besides, Daphne bleeds heavily. Mwana knows for sure that Daphne will soon get to the end of the rope. She takes her time?'

'I'll kill you, whitey! I'll kill you with my bare hands!' hissed Mwana wildly while Daphne lost control of her legs which fell on the ?oor.

'Nooo!? Please!? Nooo!? Don't!?'

'You wanted to ?ght me, whitey! Now, take this!'

The white woman strained, trying once more to crawl away but Mwana's dashing ?st seemed to disappear in the brunette's bush of pubic hair and a sharp scream made all the spectators quiver. Endless waves of shivering convulsed the white ?esh from head to toe, as if big Daphne was on the verge of a delated orgasm, making her mammaries jerk in all directions.

'Aaah-haaaaaah!'

'You want some more, whitey?'

'Nooooooo! No! Aaaah!? Please! Nooooooooo!'

Helpless, still screaming and twitching, the dacian matron couldn't defend herself when the negress kneeled above her head, getting her neck in a reverse strangle. Mwana slowly got up, raising the white woman from the ?oor, belly up, body arched backwards, neck captured under her left armpit, head poking behind the black's back. Instinctively, the brunette embraced her foe's waist with her right arm, in the desperate wish to postpone the outcome, but the negress started to waddle her neck in bursts, obliging poor Daphne to take small steps sidewards, hastily, trying to keep as close as she could to Mwana. Her left hand was now searching for Mwana's hair which she grabbed and pulled in short bursts.

'Fight! Fight, Daphne!' urged her Claudius, getting near to the two ?ghting women. Sapoor approached them too and shouted at his turn:

'Break her neck! Break the bitche's neck!'

The white woman pulled Mwana's hair stronger and stronger, making her face writhe in pain, but, yelling wildly, the negress suddenly sprang upwards, making Daphne raise on soles, with the spine on the point of breaking.

'Haaargh!? She? she? Aaaah!?'

The negress had now a defenseless woman caught under the left armpit and she started to straighten in bursts, putting more pressure on Daphne's neck, until the latter's arms lost their grip and fell back? a pair of helpless hanging limbs, shaking in Mwana's rhythm. All that Daphne could attempt was to solidly prop soles on the ?oor, toes pointing outwards, instinctively preserving her forces. Her big tits were now falling asides, while the black matron's bursts made her arch the trunk, hardly standing on ?exed legs, knees buckling, crotch exposed to the audience. Blood pouring from Daphne's abdomen was now gathering in the triangle of hair covering her lower belly.

'Get her cunt! Get the black whore's cunt!' shouted Claudius and Daphne answered by giving a desperate moan. However, she managed to slide her right hand between the powerful black butts, fumbling in Mwana's womanhood.

But Mwana strained once more, almost breaking Daphne's back and ellicited a deep moan. Daphne's hand fell from Mwana's crotch but she still had the strength to rake the strong thighs, making the negress hiss in fury.

Mwana reinforced the neck lock, making Daphne gurgle. Her face was slowly turning blue, as she was neck crushed under the black woman's armpit and, desperate, again she attempted to grab Mwana's crotch, but the negress strengthened the lock. Daphne gave a terri?ed gurgle and her tongue slipped out of the mouth. Mwana rocked her repeatedly under the armpit, sensing that Daphne couldn't oppose anymore: her arms were dangling uselessly, in rhythm with the mammaries and the white potbelly. Then, as Daphne's knees buckled more and more often, the negress stared at the patricians and matrons, as if waiting for a signal. The white matron hardly kept herself up, arms fallen back, tits prying, belly pounding, feet rummaging on the ?oor. Her big strong butts strained now and then, and it became clear that if it weren't for Mwana's lock, the white woman would've fallen plain on back.

'Mwa? Mwana? Aaaah!? Stop it? Please.!.. You got me! You? got meeeee!'

'Fight back, Daphne! Fight back!' urged her Claudius.

'Aaaah!? I can't! Aaaah!? She? She got me! Aaaaaah!?'

The negress was still looking at the audience, straining every once in a while, exhibiting Daphne's disarray, ponctuated by her brief rales of terror. With every moment, her legs were gradually failing the strength to keep her up. Daphne's knees were shaking uncontrollably, while her thighs opened more, revealing fully her groin. Even her fat larger labies were quivering, moistened with a thick lucent juice pouring from her cunt?

A patrician acquiesced. Then, another one. Then, a matron. Finally, Commodus nodded too.

'Yeah!? Kill her!.... Break her!' the voices said.

'She's yours, Mwana!' said Commodus. 'Do as it suits you!?'

Daphne grunted in terror:

'Please? I give!? Aaaah!? You won? You won? Aaaaaaaah!? You wooooon!?'

However, Mwana didn't cede to the white woman's pleads and briskly dropped to the knees. Everyone thought that she's broken Daphne's neck at last, but the dacian could still prop on soles, bridging, making Calpurnia wonder if her weapons were not, in fact, a sheer vitality.

Mwana stretched her body backwards and layed back, still having the brunette's neck captured under the armpit, arching her body more and more. Daphne propped on parted feet and elbows, belly and crotch in the air, whisking now and then, fully exposing her quivering labies to the surrounding crowd. But Mwana put more pressure on Daphne's captured neck, powerfully arching it, obliging her to raise the bleeding belly. Her crotch pointed straight to the ceiling, whisking faster with every moment, fully showing off the black crest covering her cunt. Her genital hair was completely moistened with perspiration and blood, while droplets of sweat covered her skin all over.

Both women froze for awhile, but the numidian started to pummel her foe in the ?ank, preparing for the ?nisher. Daphne's muf?ed pants grew louder, paralleling the strong blows, until her body started to twitch, unable to bridge anymore. Slowly, the numidian sensed the brunette's muscles soak and went on pummelling until the dacian's ?esh quivered in fast pace.

The patricians and matrons yelled in approval, urging the numidian to go on, and so she did. Slowly, Daphne's ass got closer to the ?oor in brief movements interspersed by her desperate attempts to bridge back. Her long legs opened wider and wider, fully revealing the labies and the tume?ed clit?a sign that Calpurnia knew very well. Exposing genitals was the sign of agony any woman ?ghter displayed unconsciously before the outcome?

At last, Daphne's big ass hit the ?oor. For now, she must have understood that she could not rely on the black woman's mercy. Mwana will go to the very end and Daphne had to ?nd a way out if she wanted to preserve her life. Moaning hoarselly, she brought the heels to the butts and attempted for the last time to bridge, but her ass sort of trembled twice, before remaining still.

'Aaah!? Claudius!? She? She kills me!? Aaaah!?'

But her husband could do nothing. He only looked at Commodus, but the Emperor shook his head.

'There she goes?' said Calpurnia to Commodus. 'See Daphne's labies?'

The numidian crushed her neck in a wild burst, making the brunette ?utter the knees for two or three times, before her thighs fell apart: the left touched the ?oor while the right rested on Mwana's hip. The white matron's legs twitched feebly and a weak attempt to pant was heard. Her cunt briskly opened and remained like this, as if ready to receive the male while another burst of milk bathed her brown areolae.

'Yeah!' shouted Sapoor. 'You made her show the cunt! She shows the cunt!'

'Yeah? She's spilling the milk! She spills the milk!' mumbled the matrons.

Mwana snarled triumphantly and let lose of her foe. As she took her time to kneel besides her, Daphne mumbled:

'She? kills me? Help, Claudius!? Get her.. get her off me!?'

Meantime, Mwana layed all her weigth on her left shin which she placed over Daphne's throat. A quiver agitated the white woman and her legs ?uttered again, making everyone gasp: that dacian matron wasn't ?nished yet?

But this enraged Mwana. She grabbed Daphne's right breast with her left hand, pulled it up and started to chop it forcefully with her right palm, from beneath. The white woman raled and, to the crowd's amazement, bridged again. Mwana groaned, frustrated: that tall white slut still resisted?so, she started to twist and chop the mammary furiously, making Daphne give rale after rale, but she could still pedal on the ?oor, squirming.

'Kill her! Kill her once and for all!' shouted Sapoor at his wife, while Claudius stood silent, ?sts clutched, watching his wife's helpless struggle. He heard the comments of the patricians and matrons he knew so well? 'The negress is stronger? Mwana outpowered her for good? Daphne didn't stand a chance since Mwana kneed her in the cunt?' and so on.

'Fight, Daphne! Fight!' he roared, making everyone shiver.

'Mmmm-whah!' she moaned, desperately, and pedalled on the ?oor, bridging.

Struggling Daphne had now her crotch widely exposed between parted thighs and Mwana forcefully slapped her groin three or four times before sliding her ?ngers in the white's moistened cunt. Her hand curled around Daphne's pubic bone and then pulled on this ?esh and bone handle, raising up the dacian's hips by her womanhood. Daphne gave a brief groan and her legs trembled for a short lapse of time, aimlessly, before straining again in that unbelievable stance. Face blue, eyes writhing, she still bridged, but Mwana's claws were already scratching her inner parts, while pulling her pubic bone up, in bursts.

Blood started to ruisselate from the white woman's cunt and she gave a long gurgle. Her right breast was twisted relentlessly, being kneaded like paste, until the skin covering it gave out, pierced by Mwana's nails. Blood started to pour over the white woman's chest, mingling with her milk, while her arms ?uttered erratically on the ?oor. Her wide opened eyes showed resignation to her fate: breast squeezed, cunt clutched, throat crushed, her life was in Mwana's hands?

'She's yours! She's yours, Mwana!' shouted Sapoor, in excitement. 'She's helpless! Do it! Do it! Do it!'

The crowd joined the Numidian, shouting: 'Do it!!! Do it!!! Do it!!!'

Their urges were echoing in the thermae and the white woman gave a sort of wild wail, straining with all her might. Her hands fumbled once more, searching for Mwana's crotch, her heels pedalled, while the negress just waited, laying with all her weigth on Daphne's throat, hands clutched to the big woman's soft targets.

'I? give? beg you? I? give?' mumbled Daphne, hoarselly.

'Emperor!' pleaded Claudius. 'My wife surrenders! Mercy! Please!'

'I'll stop it only if your wife becomes Mwana's slave....'

Claudius looked around, bewildered. These were the rules? He said nothing and Commodus shook head. The ?ght had to proceed to it's very outcome?

And then, it happened. First, Daphne's arms outstretched and her belly froze. A few moments passed and then, Daphne's belly suddenly in?ated while she attempted to prop on the balls of her feet. But this didn't last. Her legs outstretched too, her ass hit the ?oor and her belly convulsed, gasping. She gave an endless rumbling puff, making the negress snarl in satisfaction.

'I'll beat the shit off you, woman! I'm better than you! I'll make you shit all over!'

Daphne panted, twisting helplessly beneath the negress and gave another puff, a wet one now, but managed to slowly ?ex thighs over the trunk, as if she tried to reach the black woman's head with her knees.

But these movements were unconscious and the audience went wild at the sight of the white matron's helplesness. Her thighs attempted aimless ?utters now and then before slowly parting. Trunk curled, the white woman's potbelly showed it's bleedened creases deeper and deeper. An endless quake starting form Daphne's lower belly agitated ?rst her triangle of genital hair before spreading to her whole body as the numidian briskly jerked the left ?ngers, snatching the dacian's nipple from the white breast. A stream of blood errupted from the torn mammary as Mwana threw on the ?oor the brown areaola, cheered by the audience. Daphne's moves became feebler, accompanying her succumbing grunts and then her body froze, ass pinned to the ?oor by Mwana's right hand, pressing on her pubis. Commodus motioned the crowd to shut up and long moments ensued in deep silence?the white woman ?uttered calves once and again before they remained still. Blood was ?owing in rhythm from the tit and crotch and Mwana kneeled slowly, choking the helpless matron with the left hand, pinning her ass to the ?oor with the right.

Big Daphne layed ?at on her back, knees brought up to the shoulders, belly gasping every once in a while, thighs falling asides, as if she were a frog held on back. She raised her calves in the air, ?ailing them for some moments and Mwana sensed that life was slowly leaving the white woman. A burst of saliva errupted from Daphne's mouth, pouring then on her cheeks. After awhile, her body remained inert but Mwana didn't resume the grip, pinning her to the ?oor. Only Daphne's thighs moved, parting until they touched the ground besides her trunk. A voice was heard:

'Is she taking the no return path?'

It was Calpurnia.

'She is and it won't take long? I'm suffocating her. She bleeds?' mumbled the numidian. 'She's on the no return path....'

Daphne's throat squeaked under the black woman's choke and the brunette's pubic hair erected like a cock's crest over her labies while her cunt pried at maximum. The white woman started to cough, eyes rolling up and powerful Mwana hardened the choke, sliding even further her ?ngers in Daphne's cunt. Her opponent's belly in?ated in three or four agonising gasps before stopping, showing no more signs of breathing. Her toes fumbled in the air, feebly, as if she were a monkey trying to grasp a branch, but neither this lasted for more than some moments.

'Her pisser? her pisser lets her out!' hissed Mwana, hardening the cunt clutch, provoking a slurping sound. 'Yeah! I ?nished her! I ?nished her for good!'

'See what I meant?' asked Calpurnia, as Commodus stared in mazement at the brunette's cunt that slowly started to contract around Mwana's palm. Besides blood, urine was now oozing between the black woman's ?ngers clawing to Daphne's pubic bone.

Mwana released her foe's cunt, wiped her hand on Daphne's triangle of curly hair and then powerfully hammerbutted the fat over the white's pubic bone. A snap was heard and a stream of urine sprang forcefully from between Daphne's thighs

[richy14]

Don't remember this one from Sega. Thanks for posting. Love the way Sega has the winner destroy the loser by attacking the body parts that make a woman a woman. It's not enough that she win she has to mutilate her opponent.

One type of story I wish Sega would write is a 2 on 1 with all three being female or having a male being beaten and abused by 2 females. He's done about everything else