Yes ? said bigger Olga to herself. Now!
She pressed on Mira?s scruff with both palms, adding all her weight behind but then, a crack was heard and the chair beneath the younger woman broke to pieces. Strong Mira found herself on her belly, between the debris of the chair while big Olga, still keeping the nelson on her foe, realized that she now lacked the leverage to break Mira?s neck.
?You... lucky ****!"? hissed the elder woman, slowly getting up.
She was terribly exhausted ? her potbelly and her voluminous breasts were heaving in fast pace but my aunt was almost finished: although she did her best to get up, her feet kept sliding on the floor. Awkwardly, she managed to get on her elbows and parted knees but this only enabled big Olga to powerfully kick her between the buttocks, sending her forth for a couple of feet.
?Aaaaahhh..."? moaned strong Mira, sliding her right hand between her muscular thighs. She tried to crawl away from big Olga but she moved as if swimming in mud.
Fuelled by Rurak?s servants, the elder woman launched another kick between my aunt?s solid butts, throwing her forth for another couple of feet and making her rale in agony.
?Sweet... Jesus..."? she mumbled.
?Damn it... this woman is killing her..."? said Lena, eyes popping out. ?Run, sis?, run!"? she shouted in sheer fear and, to my big shame, my strong aunt attempted to crawl away underneath the table, but Olga kicked her again between the butts, halting her in her tracks.
?Aaaaaaaaaaah!"?
This time, Olga must have got my aunt in the **** because Mira curled and froze for some moments, before slowly crumpling on her left side, both hands cupping her womanhood. By now, everybody was cheering big Olga, even Mr. Vasilescu?s servants who had realized that my aunt won?t make it. She could not breath anymore and she clutched her teeth while the buttons of her black blouse snapped. Her left breast fell off the bra, resting on her arm and shaking like gelatine, eliciting a hooray in the audience.
?Kick her tittie, babe! Kick her tittie!"? shouted Olga?s man and the redhead readily got in front of my aunt, powerfully stomping her exposed breast with the heel of her shoe. The heel disappeared in Mira?s flesh globe, slashing it open and launching a shudder through my aunt?s muscular body from head to toe. The next moment, as Olga pulled the heel off the breast, a wave of blood poured out from the torn flesh, spreading in my aunt?s cleavage.
Mira let a sharp shriek then while fully curling in a small ball, trying to cover herself but, to my great concern, I instantly realized that Mira?s maneuver fully exposed her groin. Everybody saw it and Olga readily launched a kick right in my aunt?s hairy crotch.
?Ihad... e...nough..."? sighed auntie in a weird way, seized with deep fright. She pressed both palms over her womanhood and she began to quake uncontrolably, but Olga grabbed her by the bare foot, raising it up and fully exposing Mira?s groin. The wet hose was sticking to my aunt?s genital hair, moulded on her fat ****, making everyone around burst in laughter. Big Olga kicked her crotch once, twice, thrice, breaking my aunt?s finger bones, before spreading her hands apart and getting Mira in the **** with the tip of her shoe.
Strong Mira started brutally.
?Je...sus..."? she hissed, throwing her head from side to side. The next moment, the elder woman forcefully pulled her by the ankle, dragging my aunt in the middle of the room. She then forced Mira?s knee sideways, obliging my aunt on her back and, grabbing her other ankle with the free hand, she pried her muscular legs.
Mira realized what the elder woman was after and, desperate, she erected both arms towards the stronger woman:
?Please..."? she begged, but big Olga briskly stomped her in the groin.
Rurak?s servants screamed in satisfaction as Olga?s heel collided to my aunt?s pubic bone, elliciting a dull thud. Mira froze, biting her lower lip. She looked around like an ambushed animal.
Cheered by her subordinates, Olga stomped her again, again, and again, ravaging Mira?s ****, tearing her skin, crushing her **** flesh, snatching out patches of hairy skin and shattering her bone until turning her crotch to a bloody mess. Mira kept screaming from the bottom of her lungs, making me blush:
?Heeeeelp! Someone... heeeeeeeelp! She kiiiiiiiils meeeeeee!"?
Snarling, Olga aimed the **** then: she stomped my aunt forcefully, eliciting a savage roar from the audience as her heel disappeared in Mira?s **** with a horrible slurp.
Quaking, my aunt curled, a mask of frozen misunderstanding covering her face.
?You... you got... me..."? she said, making everyone roar.
?You finished the whore... you finished her!"?
?Go on, Olga!"? shouted Rurak too.
?Please, stop..."? I begged then. ?Please..."?
However, my voice was instantly covered by the spectators? cheers, as Olga grabbed my aunt by the hair and hoisted her to her *** before dragging her around in furious bursts. Booed by everyone, auntie tried to get up but then, big Olga rushed her towards the table, slamming her head against its brim.
The shock sent a shudder in Mira?s strong body and she fell on her knees. The servants yelled, cheering big Olga, while my aunt grabbed the table with both hands, trying to get up. However, her muscular legs wobbled and she fell back to her knees. Olga kneed her in the back of the head then, sending her in the table?s brim, face first. A horrible crack was heard as auntie?s jaw hit the table ? her head rebounded and, the next moment, Mira?s massive *** fell with a thud between her parted heels, making the watchers by cheer once again big Olga.
?You ****ed her up, hun!"? yelled Olga?s man as my aunt began to meander back and forth, uncontrolably.
In the hoorays of the audience, Olga approached Mira and, grabbing her by the hair with both hands, she threw her on her back, slamming her head against the floor. My aunt awkwardly tried to roll away but, the next moment, big Olga placed her right knee on auntie?s throat, pinning her neck to the floor.
?Sweet... Lord..."? hissed my aunt, trying to bridge.
?Yeaaaah!"? shouted Olga?s man then. Auntie still tried to bridge, but her foe?s knee was already crushing her windpipe. Mira attempted to push the big redhead but strength failed her and her massive *** fell to the floor in the hoorays of Olga;s sustainers. Auntie felt that the outcome was close and she brought her knees up, in a futile protective stance but then, Olga took off one of her own shoes and she powerfully hammered my aunt in the lower belly with the heel.
?Yeah, hun, yeaaaah!"? shouted Olga?s man as the big redhead was now mining with the heel in Mira?s triangle of genital hair, tearing her panties and pantyhose alike. My aunt tried to roll away but soon, the big redhead found her way to my aunt?s bleeding crotch.
?Holy... Virgin..."? hissed auntie then, but Olga briskly pushed on the shoe, impaling Mira?s ****.
?Mother..."? pleaded my aunt, joining her thighs as big Olga pushed the heel deep inside her, twisting it, as if she was ****ing her with the shoe. Mira cupped Olga?s knee and, once more, she tried to push it away, but the elder woman leaned on it, suffocating auntie.
Mira?s eyes popped out and her thighs pried slowly. Big Olga felt that her foe ran out of fuel and she leaned harder on the suffocating knee, sending a brief quiver through Mira?s muscular body. Everyone was urging the big redhead to go on and, moments later, a loud **** was heard, as my aunt lost the control of her sphincters ? the feces began to slowly poke off her bowel, gathering in a clammy mass in her groin before gushing in a foul smelling creek beneath her massive ***.
?My God... she now ***** herself, she ***** herself!"?
?Yeah... and she shows that fat **** of hers, the *****!"?
Olga knew by then that she got Mira for good. She leaned on the knee resting on my aunt?s throat while still pushing the heel deep in my aunt?s ****. In that moment, the younger woman?s knees fully fell apart while her fingers began to scratch the floor. Her eyes rolled in the orbits, as if she was trying to hang on to something but the elder woman began to twist her knee on my aunt?s throat, leaning on it harder and harder, until strong Mira began to quake violently.
?Yeah, babe... you got her there..."? said Olga?s man. ?You almost got her there..."?
Olga pressed harder on her knee and, as strong Mira began to throw herself about, she also pushed the shoe in auntie?s **** in brief bursts, as if ************ her, thus taming the younger woman?s last spasms. Soon, my strong aunt joined her quivering in a last attempt to prevent her being impaled. Moments later, however, her knees fell apart once again and another load of feces erupted from her bowel, spreading in front of her big ***.
?Gosh,"? mumbled Mihai near me. ?This Olga kills your aunt, damn it... She kills her..."?
Yelling in triumph, the elder woman got up while my aunt was traversed by a powerful shudder from head to toe. Suddenly, her muscular body fully sprawled. For awhile, the feces still poked off her *** hole but then, another twitch ran through her body, forwarding a long, almost endless breathe.
Cheered by everyone, Olga was circling my aunt. Every two or three seconds, a brief flutter ran through Mira?s muscles but her eyes could gaze only the void by then. She still had the heel impaling deep her **** and big Olga, snarling, grabbed the shoe then, using it as a handle to hoist my aunt?s *** from the floor.
?You should have told her that I meant business,"? said Olga, eyeing me fiercely.
A second later, she pulled off auntie?s **** the impaling shoe. She then kneeled near her and she powerfully hit Mira in the breast with the heel, piercing it.
Blood gushed off the torn flesh globe but my aunt remained motionless, arms and legs spread.
?That?s the best hunting trophy I ever saw,"? noticed Rurak. ?I might even want to take her home and display her among the bears and deers in my great living room..."?
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