Veterans- Bali Championship

[johnsmith2007]

Veterans- Bali Championship

Hamburg Couple Episode 17

Warnings of sexual content, violence, racism etc.

Karl received his final flight instructions and room allocations for the up coming tournament in an encrypted email from an ?Ms Gin?, who would be the ?courier? in charge of his section of the hotel complex. He would mainly be with the South Asian and Far Eastern RapeFight circuit champions as part of their escorts, but Ms Gin assured him that he would have plenty of opportunities to enjoy himself, and that he would be part of a pairing with her and another European based Rapefight couple. When they had spoken briefly on the phone she had flirted with him outrageously in ?sing song? Americanised English, and then her next email had included an attached jpeg titled ?Ms Gin Breaking in Singh Raja?, showing an elegant oriental lady in her earl twenties with flowing long black hair and a jutting thirty-six inch beach ball ?rack? strapped to her otherwise fairly petite but well muscled frame. It was an action ?shot? and showed her lithe sweaty oiled naked frame riding on the face of a muscled Indian male, and happily twisting his balls clockwise round his already black and purple cock.

The evening before the flight out to Turkey Karl sat down to watch the finale of the Bali veteran?s tournament. He gave a slight gasp when he noted nearly ten hours on the download. The championship combat would be between Mr and Mrs Kent from the USA and Mr and Mrs Ejoor from Nigeria. The blue black Nigerian?s, said Karl?s profile, had made money by backing the right side during various military coups and had successfully shipped a large fortune abroad while still controlling hotels, shipping and oil interests at home. Their ?Ref?s eyes only? entry gave their fight experience as dating back to the eighties when they had studied in London and New York and then become founder members, when returning home, of the African RapeFight set up that had flourished across the continent in the nineties, given a massive boost by the desegregation of South Africa and its new rich multicultural elite. The Nigerians had recently entered the ?Veteran? class, as Floella had just tuned 50 while her tall heavy weight husband was already 55 years old. They had been enjoying a bit of a renaissance on the African circuit of resent years, destroying young studs and bitches half their age, and now seemed set to dominate the veteran section of RapeFight for some years to come.

Both Africans were from the same tribe from the coastal region and had coal black ebony skin which glowed under the neon lighting, and strong African faces with flat full noses, sporting two slashed warrior markings on their left cheeks. The black bull?s name was Anike, he had his head shaved and also had used the shaver around his groin and body, making his large thick tool and heavy pods seem even larger, and accentuating his already impressive powerful muscular build, with a rounded paunch he stood six foot two of bull male. He was much taller and heavier than the American patriarch, but Kyle had more muscle definition and though the Black?s cock and balls would normally have impressed, when matched against the deep bronze tanned American?s they were much smaller. The ebony python being at least two inches short than the thick purple headed monster of the mid west farmer and the Africans seed pods seemed half the size of the full hard sack hanging donkey like between the legs of the infamous cock fighter.

The ebony wife had her hair dyed a jet black and cut to a short afro, but like many of the veteran ladies kept the rest of her body as hairy as possible. Thick tufts started at her ass and worked into a full forest of grey and black curls across her thick cunt lips to spread up in a pyramid of black hair across and around her bulging swelling navel. This contrasted with the pale ash blonde whose grey blonde pubes were trimmed to a spiky Brazilian, showing clearly her cunt lips and wet excited clit thrusting out from her sex. The Nigerian was about four inches shorter than the tall muscular Mattie, but with her large swelling gut was definitely heavier than the full figured white female. Both over fifty battlers however were wearing sets of the largest natural breasts in RapeFight. Floella?s tits were very similar to the American wife?s, mature hanging ?sand bags?, nearly measuring at 60 inches, as if orthodox bust size mattered as it failed to do justice to these large veteran women?s pillow like downward hanging mammeries.

As befitting a Championship fight the Ref and the two families had agreed everything up to the extreme end of RapeFight's allowed brutality, and as Karl had seen from the timing on his download he would be watching a long struggle. It had been a brutal fight for dominance and survival pitting the heavier Africans against the more muscled Americans. The score meant very little, but was somewhere in the ?teens? for both couples, by the time that Karl settled down in his chair, sipping a single malt scotch, for the conclusion of the war, He licked his lips in anticipation as the last hour was to be a fight to the finish between the two mature matriarchs as both males had been respectively ruined by the opposing wife. The expert mangling that Kyle?s tool had suffered at Floella?s hands surprised even Karl in its ferocity, but in vengeance Mattie had taken her time to drain and crush Anike?s sack, and leaving his ebony meat glowing red, sore and limp. As neither male could face a restart the Ref allowed the final hour to be duel to destruction for the two already battered over fifty Amazons. Karl swallowed as the Web Cam paned across the two mature gladiatix, their nude bodies shining under the spot lights of the bar, glistening with a coating of oil, blood sweet and tears as well as an extra dose of their own and their enemies? jizz and cum.

Both wives looked haggard and worn, but were spitting venom at each other over the fates of their respective spouses. All four hanging breasts were much swollen and bruised, the ebony monsters looking battered and raw, while the pale ash blonde?s tits showed up every fist and teeth mark. All four teats dripped blood and milk onto the red and gold hotel cocktail bar carpet, where by special arrangement the Championship decider was taking place. However it was the cunts and asses of the two matriarchs that drew Karl?s attention. Not surprising in a fight that featured two such large sets of cocks and balls the two males had been used as weapons by their wives. Repeated rapes of ass and cunt had left both Amazons dripping blood and semen down their legs and shitter, and cunt lips swollen from the abuse and clits torn and ruptured.

It was however the large maternal breast that took the shock of first contact as they met in the middle of the large room for the final combat. Both women, as if by mutual consent charged each other like two sumo wrestlers and the massive mammeries were pancaked flat between them as their two thick forms collided. To sobs and whimpers and the encouragement of their ruined males the two wives mashed their milker?s together and ground them across each other. Through gritted teeth they hissed insults, ?bitch, whore, n*g*r, red neck, cracker, cunt, fucker? while moaning as they squashed and battered their four already swollen and abused breasts together in the most vicious ?Tit Fight? Karl had ever seen. Every so often one of the wives would step back, and gasping rub at her pained chest while the other wife laughed and mocked her, and then she would charge back into ?tit to tit? combat with her foe which would continue until the other women was forced to step back crying, to try and massage the pain from her crippled breasts before in turn again smashing her tender chest back into the fight.

Eventually it was the White?s mammeries that proved the weaker. With the blondes chest heaving, swollen at least five or six sizes bigger due to its extra load of blood and lymph, and with milk and gore dripping from her ruptured teats, she staggered back and fell against the bar area of the room sobbing. Karl could now clearly see the damage this chest against chest ?Race Fight? had done. Though the tall muscular blonde?s milkers had lost, both her pale dungs and the ebony black udders of the Nigerian wife had suffered terrible damage. The massive pillows were now taut and bloated, standing up on their chests like over sized balloons as they dripped discoloured fluids down the bodies of the two vengeful females. Both women?s breast featured large round areolas surrounding their long thick teats, at least six inches across on their normally downward hanging tits. Mattie?s large saucers were a brownish red contrasting with her pale skin and fire engine red treat nubs while Floella sported deep rich jet black head lights on her charcoal breasts and two inch long pointing black velvet teats. All four prize possessions were now however mangled, crushed and bloody.

?Your tits are going on my wall bitch. My man says you never fight death fights, but I don?t care, those udders are mine,? screamed Floella, as she lunged at the American women and grabbed her left breast firmly in both large coal black hands. Earlier in the combat Karl had witnessed Mattie use a similar hold to force a wailing Floella to submit and the African now obviously wanted revenge. As so few women on the circuit had these large ?pillow? breasts Karl had never seem this particular move before, but both massive chested women had obviously practiced it to inflict maximum pain on their intended victim. Mattie?s large sack like left breast was gripped and twisted before being pulled tight under the crooked arm of the ebony Amazon.

Only the enormous breast?s sheer size made this torture viable as Floella crushed the already purple and red mammery between her arm and her heavy body as if she was tightening a head lock on the unfortunate screaming American cow. Mattie was forced to stumble along behind the powerful African Amazon as she threatened to tear the milker off her body and drain it dry. Having paraded the wailing white wife around the room a couple of times, repeatedly tightening and screwing firmer the hold so that the large bag of flesh seemed to swell even larger and blood and milk oozed and spurted from the jutting teat, Floella returned to the bar area. The black bitch now walked the screaming American female along the side of the ornate bar, scrapping the tender breast along the rough jagged edge of the decorations as the ash blonde wailed for mercy.

Suddenly the Nigerian?s exultant expression changed and she stopped dead in her tracks. She had previously kept the taller muscled white bitch off balance and disorientated, but the use of the bar as a weapon had meant a slow walking pace so as to scrub the teat across the sharp surface. Mattie, through her pain had searched out and found the heavy Africans hard thrusting clit. She had pushing aside the Black?s ripped and torn wiry shaggy pubic hair and plunged her hand between the gouged thick ebony cunt lips to fastened her talons at root of the Africans sex. The Black?s abused large clit had taken a pounding earlier in the fight from Kyle, which had caused it to shrivel and deflate, but her total dominance of Mrs Kent had excited the ebony cow to such an extent that her she muscle was now engorged, hot and erect. Floella screamed and bellowed as the strong fingers of the American wife slashed and twisted at her dark meat and she was forced to relinquish her ?finisher? and hobble away mewing in pain with both hands in her groin. Mattie collapsed to the carpet, weeping, nursing her engorged mangled left breast.

The American women knew she could not let the weighty rotund Nigerian back into the fight and some how forced herself to crawl after the staggering sobbing Floella. The African ended up leaning against a wall crying, rubbing at her sex, but when the White caught up with her she really gave her something to wail about. Winding up for a vicious ?hot finger? jab, Mattie stabbed into the black heart of the African?s womanhood from below and behind. Mrs Ejoor?s large sex lips were smashed aside as her ruined clit was again savaged as the four thrusting ?knife? white fingers ploughed up her sex muscle and then scratched at her ?tubes?, fastening their talons in a claw hold deep in the ebony bitches cunt. However an instinctive powerful backhanded swing by Floella knocked the ash blonde onto her back from where she had sneakily crept up to kneel bellow the heavy gut of the African. As the claws of Mrs Kent were forced out from her love box the big women screamed in anguish and fresh gouts of blood erupted onto the already stained carpet. Karl gasped, the Ref in this fight had obviously been told to allow nearly everything baring dismemberment and death.

The injured African had however been lucky with her blind blow as the ash blonde seemed totally dazed as she groggily rolled onto her front and tried to crawl away from the still standing rotund weeping African vixen. Summoning up all her will to win Karl saw the big ebony wife ignore her injuries and step across the glistening body of the pale women before with a growl she dropped her full weight onto the prone back of the other mature bitch. Mattie let out a groan as she was flattened to the carpet and her already mashed chest took further punishment. Then with a cry of triumph Mrs Ejoor grabbed both of the downed wife?s legs. Floella put Mattie into a ?Boston crab?, the blondes two meaty legs tucked firmly under the ample arm pits of the ebony vixen and the black?s gory hairy crotch resting on the sweaty oiled back of the American female. To add to the pain in the White?s back the hefty African also had two large muscular hands buried firmly into the crotch of the pale bitch, clawing at her ass. With a scream of exertion the ash blonde powered up off the floor where the weight of the heavier women had pushed her and tried valiantly to break out of the torturing hold. Karl saw the veins on the American?s neck stand out and her muscular arms start to wobble as they took the full weight of the large Nigerian gladiatrix. However with a screamed ?Yeah? Floella jumped and smashed her heavy bubble butt firmly down onto Mattie?s victimised body, and flatten her again to the flower patterned carpet of the cocktail bar.

?I am going to crush you, white whore?, hissed the mature African wife through gritted teeth as she applied more pressure onto the bent body of her victim and forced a scream from the tall muscular American as she stated to rip the blonde and grey pubic hairs from the Brazilian trimmed cunt lips of the wailing Yankee.
?My mans balls are swollen so large I will have no pleasure from him for a week?, Floella shouted, bracing her firm legs on the thick carpet and leaning back farther into the hold, grinding Mattie into the floor, wiping her own lubricated hairy groin across the light tanned torso of the American as her pale victim beat at the floor in agony.
?But I?m going to ruin your man for you, and add his cock and balls to my trophy cabinet,? the African laughed, showing her startlingly pearly teeth. ?So you will have to go on the streets for a fuck, you blonde witch?. Floella plunged her hands further into Mattie?s abused sex and then taking a claw grip with each of her mighty fists on the white women?s clit and cunt lips she ripped back and outwards. The White screamed for mercy and then bellowed her surrender before collapsing, over come by the sheer pain of her ?she gutting?, floods of tears pouring down her face as the heavy Black danced around her destroyed foe exulting in her victory.

Puzzled, Karl checked the timing on the broadcast. His listing for the fight showed well over another hour of time still to go and yet the fight had finished. Unlike normal RapeFights these ?Tournament? combats were not followed by the vicious bondage and sado-masochism suffered over a long weekend of nastiness by the losers and vigorously enjoyed by the victors. So the fighting etc should now have stopped with Mattie?s sobbed submission, but as Karl still sat glued to the screen there was an awful lot of ?etc? going on as the big African women stomped on the now comotse white female ignoring the Refs warnings. Then the doors burst open and the ?seconds? of the two couples came in. A swarthy, dark haired couple in their mid thirties raced over to Floella and started to restrain her as she hurled abuse and screamed at the Web Cam. To Karl?s surprise the seconds for the Nigerian?s was the then ?forty something? African American couple of Loretta and Juice DuBois. They also entered at a run straight after the seconds for the Kent?s, but Karl soon lost sight of them in the general melee around Mattie.

?We are the champions. No fucking white trash can beat us.? The victorious black champion was screaming as she celebrated, while her hobbling husband now joined her in mocking and spitting on the downed ash blonde. Eventually after a prolonged celebration the ebony husband and wife left the bar area and the camera paned across the rest of the empty room. It wasn?t until a distraught Mattie started screaming and shouting, and panic showed clearly on the faces of the two swarthy seconds that Karl realised what had happened.
?Where?s Kyle, where?s my husband. What has that fucking black bitch and those two shit N*g*r?s done with my man!?

Quickly scanning the film back Karl spotted over the large shoulders of Anike the two Alabama fighters dragging a protesting and injured Kyle out of the room. In the distraction of the ?over the top? celebratory performance by the Africans, the kidnapping had been concealed. It was also obvious from the smirks on the faces of Mr and Mrs Ejoor that they had arranged all this with their African American seconds, and obviously had plans for the famous white bull once they had him in their power. The screen focused on the now crying ash blonde bitch and then went blank and fuzzy.

Karl stood up, shaking his head in wonder, and was about to cut the link when suddenly the screen came alive again.


John,

Sorry for the delay getting this one finished, hope you find it worth the wait.

A bit more of the old ?ultra violence? next time I think!!!!

[MikeJV]

Like most here, i've had trouble posting or logging in and couldn't get the reply t work earlier.

That was 'Ultra-Awesome' THANKS! Am REALLY looking forward to the rest!!!

MikeJV

[tr0tz]

yep, ULTRA cool and AWESOME [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Please, continue with that level of violence! I hope, you can write something not only about Kyle's kidnapping, but Mattie's future too. The American woman should get raped and destroyed, too... finishing her career for good.

[agraf74]

Mr John Smith,
Your name will forever be remembered as the author of the Hamburg Couple series!
No.17 shows that I've been off the net too long due to a computer malfunction. I'm going to trace back the episodes I've lost these last months... while you take your time to write and post a No.18.