ON THE ROAD IX - THE OTHER SIDE

The other side

by Sega

The grunts of the two big women began to subside as they slowly recovered their breathes. The younger one, a Mongolian contorsionist called Mingre, was kneeling behind her foe, having her muscled arms emwrapped around the other woman?s midsection and keeping her down on all fours. The other woman?s voluminous breasts had spilled off her bra, heaving in rhythm with her fast paced breathes. Her name was Retta and she was a convict from a Russian prison. She was 35 years old and she was a curly brunette with freckles all over her white as milk skin. Both were sturdy, heavy women and both wore black panties and bras, fully exhibiting their strong legs, their massive asses and big breasts. From the way they fought, it was obvious that both were experience fighters.
It was a cloudy, cold day in the northern steppes of Mongolia, and the wind was wuthering among the cars gathered in circle around the two females. The Mongolian was bleeding heavily and her blood was pouring on Retta?s broad back, gathering in the hollow of her lumbar spine, between her cable-like muscles. The Russian convict was still breathing heavily: she was 12 years older than her foe.
?Get up, Retta!? shouted colonel Sovianov. ?Get up!?
However, the convict kept the stance as she intended to fully recover before re-engaging in the fight against the younger woman. She had punched her in the face and she knew that her foe was bleeding heavily: this will surely end up by exhausting the bloody Mongolian contorsionist. It was not the first time when one of Retta?s opponents had her strength sapped by an abundant bleeding?
Retta only had to be patient and she had learnt to be patient in Verhoiansk prison. However, she had her chance now? Damn the Mongolian bitch! She was strong, no doubt about that, but Retta already felt that she was recovering her breath. She looked at Chong, Mingre?s master, with the corner of her eye. He smiled and he sat back in the seat of his big Chevy, watching how his pupil was insuring her position: she leaned over the Russian convict, locking her wrists in a most powerful embrace beneath Retta?s massive breasts, holding her down on knees and erected arms. He shouted something at Mingre but Retta didn?t understand him.
Fuck him! Fuck them both! Retta gathered her strength and she parted her knees, attempting to get the leverage to push backwards against the contorsionist. However, she felt that the Mongolian was also preparing to attack and that made her change the tactics. The Russian woman bent forth and her arms reached in front of her while she readily parted her calves, in the attempt to impeach the contorsionist from lifting her off the cold ground. Retta had to win, damn it, she had to! Colonel Sovianov had promiced that he would free her if she won today? Good behaviour ? that was his argument for obtaining Retta?s freedom in front of the court in Verhoiansk. Good behaviour, sustained by Retta?s destroying of nine other convicts, but those fights were organized by Sovianov and they were held in his own home, outside the prison?
I have to win! ? thought Retta and, a moment later, she heard Mingre?s coarse grunt right near her right ear.
?Fuck you, bitch!? she hissed.
The Mongolian contorsionist didn?t understand the Russian bitch but she readily made out the meaning of Retta?s curse. Without saying a word, Mingre placed her right sole on the ground and hoisted the convict off the ground, but stout Retta began to squirm. She was too heavy ? she must have weighted around 175 lbs. at 5?8? ? and Mingre was forced to let her foe down. Mingre?s small horse sneered happily and the 22 years old Mongolian felt a strange joy build up in her. She did like to fight. To say the truth, Mingre really enjoyed to fight, in spite of the violence that Chong always asked for?
After all, it was much better to fight for Chong than to work as a contorsionist in the circus ? money was now flooding Mingre and her family: they had bought themselves a new yurt and a couple of horses after only four fights that the young contorsionist had won?
She felt that the Russian convict was trying to crawl away but she also felt that the elder woman was more exhausted than she was. Feel this, bitch, she said to herself while hardenig the hug from behind, making big Retta moan and halting her in her tracks. Crushing her foe?s waist in the powerful embrace, Mingre waited for some seconds, until the Russian woman?s breathes became hoarser. As she found out when she fought for the first time, Mingre knew how to ?read? the sounds that her foes let during the clash? Hardening the waist hug, she still waited, until Retta gave a sharp groan, briefer than the groans before.
That was the sign awaited by the Mongolian bitch. A moment later, she readily moved in front of Retta and she leaned on her before the Russian convict could find a counter measure? Hissing in effort, the contorsionist captured her foe?s chest between her arms and pressed her chin against the convict?s spine, right between the shoulder blades. Mingre saw her own blood on Retta?s loins and this made her brain boil. However, she remained still, insuring her postion: as always, her tactics was to destroy her foe step by step, until letting her no more room to fight. A good fight was like a good contosionism stance ? you had to biuld it up slowly and steadily?
Yeah? Mingre?s weight began to show on the womanbeneath her, as the Russian big bitch gave a deep moan before arching her head in reflex. Retta?s curly hair tickled Mingre around her navel.
She is caught, thought Mingre. I got her.
The Mongolian bitch hardened the chest hug and leaned heavily on the big Russian convict. Retta?s coarse moans rewarded the contorsionist, as the Russian woman was breathing faster and faster? Her moans were going sharp from time to time, signaling her growing distress. She was strong, however, since she began to push forth in powerful moves, but Mingre was expecting it and, taking advantage of her foe?s momentum, she hoisted her up.
The spectators began to yell and, instantly, the Russian convict spread her muscled legs and arms, impeaching Mingre from tumbling her over, but the contorsionist was waiting for this maneuver too and she readily crumpled over Retta, capturing her head between her powerful thighs. Elder Retta mightily pushed forth and she let a shout of joy when she succeeded in tumbling Mingre on her right side. The big Russian bitch impinged harder against her foe and she managed to raise her from the ground. Retta curled fully, preparing to spring forth, but Mingre folded in two over her, lowering her embrace until she locked it around the Russian?s waist. For almost ten seconds, the two women simply breathed. Then, the big Russian bitch parted her feet but the contorsionist saw her and, giving a loud scream, she hardened the waist hug she had on Retta. The Russian convict sprang forth, as she intended in the first time but, a moment later, Mingre managed to roll Retta on her back while instantly getting her neck in a figure four lock.
?Ah??
Mingre hardened the neck lock on the spot, fully crushing the convict?s throat between her muscled legs and Retta was forced to bridge, fully exposing her broad groin to the spectators. She parted her strong legs and she pulled Mingre by the upper calf that locked her neck, trying to alleviate the pressure on her windpipe.
No use. The contorsionist simply propped on her right palm and she erected her trunk, insuring herself the needed leverage in order to crush the Russian woman?s neck.
?Aaaaah??
Retta?s massive butts fell to the ground, thudding, and Mingre straightened her trunk, positioning herself at a right angle from the convict?s strong body. The Russian woman parted her muscled legs even wider while also bridging, as she tried to hook Mingre?s head with her right heel ? a wild struggle ensued, as the younger woman pushed away Retta?s right leg while the latter did her best to stomp the Mongolian with her heel. She got her twice with the heel in the face but, suddenly, the contorsionist managed to grab Retta?s right ankle, capturing her foot at the right armpit. However, Mingre relaxed the neck lock and the Russian convict readily took advantage of it by twisting her body and trying to get atop the Mongolian.
A wild struggle ensued. The strong females began to grunt heavily. Retta did her best to twist her big body, knowing for sure that if she would get atop the contorsionist, she will surely get her in a most powerful scissors. However, her neck was still between Mingre?s calves.
?Aaaah??
Sovianov lit a cigarette when hearing Retta moan that loud. Stupid woman! Her attempt to roll over the contorsionist made Retta rush straight in Mingre?s trap: the contorsionist had moved sideways once again, increasing the leverage she had on her foe?s neck and straining form head to toe. The Russian convict tried to follow the younger woman by desperately throwing her left leg over Mingre, but the latter hardened the figure four neck lock and Retta?s strong leg began to aimlessly flail above the Mongolian woman.
Mingre realized that her foe was breathing faster and faster and she hardened the neck lock even more. By now, the Russian convict had her neck arched at a horrible angle and Mingre asked herself if Retta would still try to roll over her and break her cervical spine.
However, the Russian bitch was strong and it was obvious that she had her experience in fights. Although her right foot was captured at Mingre?s armpit, she propped on it and she raised her big ass in the air, alleviating the pressure on her neck, but this allowed the Mongolian contorsionist to strangle her foe even harder.
Retta resisted, however. Her hands began to pull sideways on Mingre?s knees, but the latter hung on to the devastating neck lock, throwing shudders in the big Russian?s body. Her bare breasts quaked as she stood arching above the Mongolian but she managed to lay her left knee over Mingre?s trunk. Sovianov began to encourage her. Chong got up from the seat of the Chevy.
Mingre gave a heavy grunt and she instantly plunged her hand between Retta?s butts. Her fingers readily found their way to the Russian?s exposed ass hole.
?Ah!?
Retta?s yell forwarded her brisk twisting away and, a moment later, the big Russian bitch was forced on her back. She readily brought her feet near her massive ass, intending to bridge out of the neck lock but, this time, Mingre briskly rolled on her belly, powerfully arching Retta?s neck. The younger woman looked at the Russian?s writhed face and she understood that she had sapped her strength for good: big Retta was grinning and, although she pulled as hard as she could on Mingre?s left knee, she couldn?t dislodge it from over her neck.
Now! ? said the Mongolian to herself and, pulling Retta by the curly mane, she maneuvered her neck right between her knees. She hardened the lock then and she felt her knee bones fully crush the Russian?s throat. The Russian convict gurgled on the spot and her freckled face went red. Mingre twisted her body and she rested on her belly, face almost burried in the ground, putting a terrible amount of pressure around Retta?s captured neck. Keeping her eyes on Retta?s face, the contorsionist strained her muscled legs even harder.
The Russian woman clutched her eyelids. She gave a sharp, muffled moan. She showed her teeth in the desperate effort of holding on. Then, Mingre felt a most powerful quake brought about by Retta?s chaotic movements, but the strong contorsionist was waiting for it and she propped on her parted palms, hardening the leg squeeze. The quake became wild and terribly powerful as Retta was throwing her muscled legs in most wild bursts, desperately trying to free herself but the Mongolian contorsionist knew very well that she had out powered the Russian convict.
She strained harder enjoying the sight of Retta?s nostrils and mouth: they writhed madly, almost fluttering, as the Russian bitch did most serious efforts to breathe. She kept jerking her muscled legs and her strong arms but it was clear to Mingre that her big foe stood no more chances. She was throwing herself about as if she were a goat held to the ground before being throat cut. Yeah? In fact, Retta was also smelling like a goat!
All of them smell like that! ? remembered Mingre. Fear made them smell like that. She looked at Chong, waiting for his signal to stop. Meanwhile, Retta began to hiss coarselly and her wild struggle was going weaker and weaker. Small droplets of perspiration covered the Russian?s forehead and nose although the air was cold.
I?m stronger than her! ? sensed the young contorsionist and she strained from head to toe, throwing a shudder through her foe?s massive body. She saw the spittle gathering at Retta?s mouth corners and, again, she looked at Chong. By then, the Russian bitch was stampeding the ground in brief outbursts. A smell of freshly ripped grass reached Mingre?s nose and she understood that her foe had unconsciously grasped a flock of grass.
?Oyyy??
The Russian bitch gave a faint scream but Chong didn?t make the least signal.
I?ll go on then, said Mingre to herself. She looked at Retta and she saw that the Russian convict had her mouth covered with froth. She then saw the Russian colonel: he had his lips pursed and he shook his head, while watching his champion tremble uselessly between the contorsionist?s muscled knees.
Mingre strained. Shortly thereafter, a gush was heard and the sturdy Mongolian realized that her big foe was emptying her bladder. Goooood! Mingre never liked Russian women! She hardened the lock even harder feeling her knees bury in Retta?s neck. The convict began to throw herself about but this futile attempt made the heavy Mongolian woman snarl: amused, she began to strain her legs in brief bursts, arching her foe?s head more and more.
The Russian woman bridged again, but Mingre knew damned well that these were her last forces and she stood still, sensing Retta?s cervical vertebrae gnash under the pressure of her knees. She heard the Russian?s low grunt and she felt her big body relax in the suffocating lock. She then saw her foe briskly open her eyes ? she looked emptily in the sky, but then, all of the women Mingre defeated looked at such.
What was Chong doing? Why didn?t he motion her to stop?
She looked at him but Chong was smiling and so was the man that stood near him. A fart was heard, forwarding a foul smell of shit and Mingre realized that her foe had fully lost the controls of her sphincters. Sovianov got up. A rich woman from Ulan Bator coughed before covering her nose with a handkerchief. Big Retta was quaking ? she was letting brief grunts by now and the contorsionist felt a growing terror in the brief noises the other woman was letting.
Mingre looked around and she saw that all the spectators stared at Retta with glittering eyes.
They want me to kill her, understood the contorsionist. Who could be the man that stood near Chong? ? she asked herself before straining in most powerful bursts, squeezing her foe?s neck.
The Russian bitch?s vertebrae began to crunch and, gathering herself, Retta looked in Mingre?s eyes, beggingly. She drew out the tongue, as if she was slurping the air and she intently looked towards Mingre?s crotch. Bewildered, the contorsionist understood that the convict was offering to lick her cunt. She had heard of this before, when she had been told about the fights occurring in prisons.
Mingre regarded towards Chong but he was still smiling and he motioned her to go on. For a brief moment, the contorsionist thought that the arrangement had been as such: none will interfere, even if one of the females dies!
If this bloody Russian would have won, she would have killed me, damn it! ? understood Mingre and she hardened the neck lock. This time, Retta?s vertebrae crunched loudly and the big Russian woman began to shudder. She drew the tongue as much as she could and she desperately licked the air, looking in Mingre?s eyes, scared that the contorsionist didn?t understand her offer. A moment later, she showed the white of her eyes and froth blasted through her mouth. Taking a deep breath, the sturdy Mongolian woman set her foe free.
She got up, watching the sturdy woman that could barely breathe by now. Retta was eagle spread and her massive butts were bathing in her own piss and shit. Her voluminous mammaries were fallen sideways; they were surmouted by brown, erected nipples that seemed to taste the air and Mingre remembered that all the women she had beaten had their nipples erected after the fight.
Slowly, the contorsionist mounted her foe and she took her time to place her butts in reverse over the Russian?s face. She shook her ample butts from side to side, readily positioning her holes over Retta?s nose and mouth and she began to sway her hips back and forth.
To her great surprise, the Russian bitch accepted this treat without reserves and she started to lick Mingre in the ass hole. Soon, Mingre bucked her ass back and forth, until she heard a wet sound coming from her licked groin.
That?s good, thought the contorsionist, this bitch surely knows how to lick! I?ll ask the man Chong will offer me tonight to do the same!
She looked at Chong and he made a brisk gesture with the finger across his throat and the Mongolian understood that the man that stood near Chong wanted Mingre to kill the Russian bitch. The Mongolian looked at the other people. The lady with the handkerchief drew some money from her purse and she made the same sign as Chong?
Fuck the Russian bitch, thought Mingre but she indulged herself in rocking some more over Retta. A strange tickle ran through her groin, just the way it happened when a man fingered her cunt and the contorsionist went on and on and on, until she felt that the pleasure invading her would slowly build up, further and further, until nothing would be able to stop it anymore?
Almost quaking in ecstasy, Mingre got up. Retta was somehow reliefed and she got on all fours as if moving in mud. She mumbled something. Her flesh was trembling and her skin was chicken-like. The contorsionist weighted her big foe from head to toe and then, she suddenly grabbed her waist from behind, hoisting the Russian bitch in a powerful hug.
?Nieeet!? screamed the convict, but Mingre carried her towards Chong and she readily threw her against Chong?s Chevy, head first.
A loud crunch was heard and the convict sled to her knees, desperately seeking to grab something. She embraced the front tyre of the car and she tried to get up, but Mingre hugged her again and, hoisting her up, she began to bang her head against the windshield until the big Russian bitch collapsed over the car.
However, Mingre went on and she slammed Retta?s face against the windshield, feeling that the numbness in her groin, the one brought about by her foe?s licking, was flooding her. Blood was spurting all over the windshield after each face slam and, after some more face slams, the convict?s teeth began to fly out, mingling with blood and snots.
?Nieeeeet? Nieeeeeeeeet? Nieeeeeeeeet??
Mingre released her big foe then and ravaged Retta began to stumble around as drunk, her big bare tits dancing madly from side to side. After some seconds she seemed to recover and she reamained between the cars on wide parted legs. The contorsionist yelled at her then and terror showed instantly on the convict?s face: she readily began to run away, letting brief yelps, but she was still dazzled and the sturdy Mongolian caught her in no time. She grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. She then took her time to catch Retta?s arms behind her back and she wrestled her to her knees. She grabbed the convict?s mane with one hand and, forcing her face in the ground, she held her by the elbows, placing her own knee in the Russian?s back of the neck.
Mingre then leaned on her knee, twisting it powerfully, slowly digging her foe?s face in the ground. Retta began to scream and soon, her knees started to slide sideways. In less than ten seconds, the big Russian woman assumed a frog stance, fully laying on the ground, her big, messy butts resting in the grass between her wide parted calves. She gave a long fart, making the spectators mumble and Mingre went on crushing her neck until a loud snap was heard.
The Russian woman spread her fingers and toes and she froze on the spot ? a moment later, the stout contorsionist grabbed Retta by the hair and, placing her knee between the Russian?s shoulder blades, she briskly arched her head back.
?Niet?? moaned Retta with her last forces before her neck snapped again, arching up at a most unnatural angle. The big Russian bitch began to hit the ground with the back of her feet in fast pace while younger Mingre pulled harder and harder on her hair. Her eyes began to grope in terror from side to side. She begged something in Russian. The Mongolian woman looked around: the spectators were rejoicing, looking ecstatically at Retta?s desperate attempts to hold on.
Leaning on th knee that crushed Retta?s spine, Mingre pulled back on her foe?s head with all her might.
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?.?
Retta?s last scream obviously showed her desperation and, a moment later the convict showed the white of her eyes while vomitus blasted through her wide opened mouth, choking her. Her cervical vertebrae fully gave out then and younger Mingre almost dismantled the Russian?s neck. An endless shudder traversed Retta?s flesh from head to toe. The contorsionist got off her but the massive Russian bitch kept twitching, as if electrocuted.
Minutes later, Mingre stood in the back seat of the Chevy, examining the man that stood near Chong. She sipped her vodka. She listened to the heavy rain drops that fell on the Chevy?s roof: poom, poom, poom, poom! She looked again at the man. He was Japanese, he said that he liked her a lot and his name was Toshiro.
He was her new master and Mingre liked him too. He had a lot of money. After all, he had payed Sovianov to leave the massive Russian woman right in the place where Mingre had killed her. Mingre looked at Retta?s body through the Chevy?s wet window: by now, the Russian convict was only a pale stain in the green steppe.
The other cars left. After a minute, Toshiro asked Mingre something but she didn?t understand him.
?He wants to know if you are willing to swallow the Russian woman?s strength?? translated Chong.
Mingre nodded and Toshiro got off the Chevy, asking Mingre to follow him. They got near Retta?s corpse and Toshiro motioned the Mongolian to get near her ex-foe. She was laying face down in the grass, her muscled legs easily parted, heels pointing outways, dirty soles looking up. A lump of shit was still sticking in her panties, between her massive butts. Retta was still warm and Toshiro kneeled beside her and drew out a glittering Japanese knife and a small, delicate tea cup. He said something, but Mingre didn?t understand him.
?Cut her throat a drink a cup of her blood,? translated Chong.
Mingre smiled and she grabbed her foe?s head, arching it before slashing her neck open, as if big Retta was a goat. Black blood, almost clotting, began to pour off the Russian?s throat.
?It?s good for her soul too,? said Toshiro, smiling. ?The Russian woman fought valiantly, but you were better!?
Mingre nodded. She liked to drink fresh blood but it was the first time ever she drank human blood. She sipped it in a gulp. It was pretty salty and warm. Mingre didn?t know what compulsion made her turn Retta belly up. She ripped her foe?s black panties. She grabbed a flock of the Russian?s genital hair. She ripped it and took it with her, as a trophy.
Half an hour later, they went away, leaving Retta?s almost bare corpse in the middle of the steppe. As they drove towards Bayan Under, Mingre saw a pack of wolves running towards the place of the clash.
Toshiro smiled and so did she: the wolves must have smelled strong Retta?s scent?