?Gosh... she IS very strong..."? noticed Mr. Rurak.
?Cigarette?"? asked Mr. Vasilescu, smiling.
By then, my aunt managed to get near the table. She laid her hands over its brim, seeking to get the needed leverage to resist the double Nelson, but, the elder woman began to strain in brief, powerful bursts, steadily sapping my aunt?s strength.
?Hold on, Mira! You can beat the *****!"? encouraged her Ion.
?Press harder! Press her harder! She?s at the end of the rope!"? shouted the Olga?s man.
Suddenly, strong Mira began to push harder against the table, obviously resisting the powerful double Nelson. In response, Olga took in a deep breath and, a moment later, she leaned with all her weight over my aunt?s scruff of the head, bending her spine forth. Mira strained from head to toe, her fingers clutching to the table?s brim. She impinged on her feet with all might, budging the chair and getting more leverage.
I saw her snarl, as hope came back to her. Her muscular arms trembled and her armpits were soaked with sweat. Her voluminous breasts quaked in fast pace, in rhythm with her breathes and her skirt was now hanging in front of her thighs, fully torn at the back. Again, she tried to hoist herself by propping on the brim of the table.
No. It was too soon. She needed more leverage and, once again, she impinged on her feet. Again, she budged the chair forth. Olga let a hiss of frustration as she felt that with every moment, her foe got the needed leverage to fight back. Folding over strong Mira, she hardened the nelson. Mira gave a loud pant. She began to tremble. Again, she strained the chord-like muscles of her feet, pushing on her parted feet and budging the damned chair but then, big Olga seized her chance: she aided her foe by briskly bumping forth her hips.
The chair instantly fell down.
My aunt gave a shriek as her hands sled off the table?s brim. The next moment, big Olga fully got over strong Mira, curling her over the fallen chair. My aunt impinged again on her feet but now, the tips of her shoes slowly sled on the floor. She tried to buck but the heavy redhead slammed her pubis against my aunt?s massive ***, steadying her over the chair. Strong Mira gulped. She tried to prop her palms on the floor but the bigger woman readily hardened the nelson.
My aunt froze. Snarling in effort, she strained from head to toe, but Olga felt that her moment had come and she began to press on my aunt?s scruff with all might, slowly but steadily bending her neck.
?Ah..."?
Mira?s brief pant elicited a wild roar from Rurak?s servants. Again, my aunt impinged on her feet and, again, her shoes sled on the floor.
?****,"? she hissed in frustration. Her eyes began to look from side to side, hastily. She gnashed in effort. She began to flutter her muscular arms.
In response, big Olga briskly hardened the nelson, taming the younger woman.
?You got ?er, you got ?er, you got ?er!"? shouted Olga?s man.
?Aaah,"? moaned strong Mira once more, feeling that the redhead was bending her cervical spine more and more. She?s strong, she said to herself. She?s damned strong...
We approached them more. Stuck to her foe?s back, big Olga was fully mounting strong Mira, straining in brief bursts. My aunt tried to rock her *** from side to side but the elder woman forcefully bumped her pubis forth, pinning her against the fallen chair.
?You... *****!"? uttered my aunt hardly withstanding the pressure.
She?s mine, realized Olga then, feeling Mira?s muscular neck slowly give out under the pressure.
?Yeah, babe,"? said Olga?s man. ?You?re stronger than her! Take your time to finish her up and don?t make any mistake! She?s yours, babe! She?s yours!"?
My aunt gulped. She was breathing faster and faster. Her breasts were crushed against the brim of the fallen chair and she began to see the floor beneath her in a blur. She tried to buck her *** but there was nothing she could do to budge the elder woman ? Olga was simply sticking to her back, leaning over her neck with all her strength. My aunt tried to impinge on her feet but all she could do was to part her muscular legs sideways, eliciting a loud rumor from the audience.
?Gosh,"? said someone, ?Olga?s crushing her..."?
Olga felt her foe?s growing disarray and she began once more to strain in powerful bursts. For some moments, my aunt managed to hang on but soon, her muscles gave out, forwarding a deep grunt in which I recognized fear.
Rurak?s servants roared. The younger woman was already trembling, her muscular legs jerking in helpless spasms each time she attempted to push on the tips of her shoes. Olga took a deep breath and hardened the nelson.
?No,"? mumbled the younger woman beneath her.
?I?m killing you, cunt... I?m killing you..."? said Olga, pressing harder and harder on her foe?s scruff.
She could already see her foe?s cervical vertebrae bent to the maximum. Only an inch, or even less, parted strong Mira from the outcome. Rurak?s servants were yelling like mad.
?Finish her up, babe, finish her up!"? urged Olga?s man who kneeled near the two women, watching them with popped out eyes.
Lena and I tried to interfere but Rurak?s servants pushed us away while our men simply followed the scene in wild lust. Ion dragged on his cigarette, looking in fear at Mr. Vasilescu, but the latter was only irritated by the outcome of the fight.
?C?mon, Mira!"? he said. ?You promised you?d finish her up!"?
?Sorry, sir,"? said Olga?s man, ?but look at her face! She?s scared to death, sir! There?s nothing she can do anymore! Your Mira is scared to death!"?
?God..."? ? mumbled the younger woman, unable to control her trembling, showing big Olga that Mira?s time had come.
She hardened the press. The younger woman began to quake helplessly beneath Olga, who snarled, bumping her pubis forth. She felt Mira?s strong legs erect like cardboard, in a last attempt to hold on.
?Gosh, hun,"? she heard Olga?s man, ?the ***** lets tons of spittle off her mouth!"?
The younger woman was quaking more and more violently. Her strong legs began to jerk and she repeatedly hit the floor with the back of her feet. Her muscles began to soak in the powerful nelson.
?I?m killing you... cunt... Didn?t that nephew... of yours... warn you...? I?m killing you!"?
Mira could hardly hear the bigger woman. She could only feel the continuous squeak of her tendons and bones in her cervical spine. Suddenly, as she realized that she could not hold on anymore, she felt a wet warmth in her crotch.
?She pisses! She pisses herself!"? shouted Olga?s man. ?You made her **** herself, hun!"?
?Damn it!"? exclaimed Mr. Vasilescu, annoyed.
?I told you..."? said Rurak, smiling. ?My big Olga could not lose..."?
Desperate, strong Mira tried to utter a submission but she lacked air. Strangely, she felt a cold breeze around her right foot and she realized that she had lost her shoe. Then, as strength began to leave her, she gave a loud ****, making Rurak?s servants roar. The floor was closer and closer to her eyes.
Yes ? said bigger Olga to herself. Now!