INES' STORY - ON THE ROAD III

We all approached the empty pool as the two women began to trade heavier blows on each other; by now, they were letting loud moans interspersed with brief shrieks of effort, desperately trying to get the upper hand. I understood that the one who will overcome her foe now will win this fight for good…
"Mighty Allah, but these two really hate each other…" noticed Hassan.
I knew it. The two peasants had now their fourth clash and everybody in the business knew that a harsh rivalry had grown between them in the last year. Both were strong, hard-willed women in their early forties, bodies chiseled by the hard, farming labor. The taller one – her name was Viorica – was a slim woman, 5'11", weighting 145 lbs. Her long legs were enwrapped in steel muscles, her big ass was hard as rock, the veins on the back of her hands were thick. She had medium sized breasts, extremely well toned for her age and she exhibited a slight belly. She was a short haired brunette, with a long face and a rectangular chin. She was dressed in black bras and panties. She had beaten her foe twice.
The shorter woman – a redhead – was heavier: her name was Elena and she weighted 175 lbs at 5'7", without being fat: she had a well-packed body, with strong legs and a big muscled ass, a rounded belly, generous love handles around the hips and broad shoulders. She had vivid eyes and a respectable double chin – all in all she had "a cracking meat", as we say in Romania… Everybody said that before the fight she had been very confident in herself. After all, she won once against the taller bitch. Now, she wanted to end her for good. Some people were ready to offer her a good deal of extra money if she finished off Viorica....
... they still mounted the pressure of the clash, letting loud grunts of effort and launching harder blows, aiming mainly for the face. I lit a cigarette, examining them closely: if Ines would beat her foe in the next fight, one of these famous fighter peasants will be my woman's opponent. Some seconds passed by and the taller woman managed to land more fists home, snapping the redhead's head backwards, but Elena didn't retreat. In fact, she was renown for being a good taker and she was always fast in finding a way to get her rival in close combat, which was her best weapon. When weighting her body, you surely understood why she was so good at fighting at close range: her thick legs, her big muscled butts and her meat-packed trunk exhibited a natural born strength, unable to be surpassed even by years of weight lifting…
I looked at Ines and she was also closely examining the two women, weighting their strengths and weak points. Suddenly, Viorica, the taller woman, managed to get an uppercut to the redhead's chin, vigorously snapping her head; she ensued with a straight to the face, again snapping Elena's head and this time, the shorter woman had to retreat. A third punch to the face crushed the redhead's nose as she was shaking her head, spurting blood all around. Slightly groggy, the shorter woman began to stumble backwards but she still found the resources to kick at the tall brunette, fully getting her in the thigh.
The taller woman let a moan and she instantly began to limp. The next moment, redhead Elena leaped at her foe and kicked her once more in the already battered thigh, but the brunette countered with a slap to the face, throwing her foe's head sideways. Again, the shorter woman kicked, aiming for the groin this time, but Viorica was already lounging at Elena and the kick missed, getting the tall brunette in the thigh for the third time.
"Fuck your mother dead!" cursed Viorica and she vividly grabbed Elena by the mane.
The shorter redhead let a shout of fury and impinged on her feet, forcing the taller woman to backpedal but then, brunette Viorica took advantage of her foe's momentum and dragged her forth, making Elena stumble. The redhead let a brief moan of surprise and, carried on by her own effort, she fell to her knees. Still pulled by the hair, she managed to overcome the pain and she readily got up but then, the taller woman took advantage of her foe's effort and spun her around by the mane, throwing Elena out of balance.
"Punch her, Elena! Punch the bitch!" shouted a man across the empty pool – it was the redhead's husband but tall Viorica spun his wife the other way round.
"Ah!"
Elena let a loud moan and she fell to her knees – before she could organize herself, the tall brunette readily rammed her knee in the redhead's face, fully getting her in the mouth.
A dry crack was heard and, a moment later, blood began to pour off the shorter woman's torn lips. The redhead bitch still had fight in her, however, and she tried to get up, but the tall brunette did something unbelievable for a countryside woman: propping on her foe's shoulders with both hands, she threw herself against Elena, delivering a flying knee blow to the upper belly, splitting the shorter woman in two.
The redhead's eyes popped out and, a moment later, she curled on the bottom of the pool, pressing both palms against her belly. It was obvious that she was lacking air but all her efforts to breathe in were fruitless. I heard a deep "ooof" from behind and I looked over my shoulder, in reflex…
Jesus! It was again that blonde and her husband! They both smiled at me when our eyes met but, the sound of a mellow fruit being crushed made me look back at the fight.
Tall Viorica had stomped shorter Elena in the back of the head, crushing her face against the bottom of the pool. The brunette began to stomp her foe's head repeatedly while the redhead did desperate attempts to cover her head. Sturdy Elena tried to crawl away, she managed to get to her knees but she had to curl, while also cover her head with both arms as the merciless brunette powerfully kicked her in the flanks.
"The end is near…" noticed Volodya.
It was more than obvious. In fact, all of Viorica's sustainers were now yelling advices at the taller woman, urging her to finish her foe once and for good but, as Hassan had already told me before the fight, there was no need for such urges: each of the peasants had promised before the fight that she will leave the other one in a puddle of blood. They had to put and end to this rivalry, once and for all, damned it!
Suddenly, tall Viorica took a deep breath and kicked the redhead in the face. Elena was thrown sideways, falling on her back. She brought her bare heels near her big butts and she attempted to crawl away but she hadn't had enough strength to fulfill the maneuver. Viorica understood that her foe was helpless and she readily grabbed her by the hair, dragging her in violent bursts towards the metallic ladder at the corner of the pool. In the meantime, the stout redhead managed to partially recover her senses and she grabbed the bars of the ladder, desperately trying to hoist herself up. She got to her knees but then, the taller woman grabbed her by the hair with both hands and slammed the redhead's face against one of the metallic steps of the ladder, provoking a dull toll.
Instantly, blood spurted from the redhead's face – her hands fell beside her body while her trunk stumbled forth, propping helplessly on the ladder. She was still standing on her knees but I couldn't tell whether she was aware of it, or if her foe was simply holding her up by the hair.
Again, tall Viorica slammed Elena's face against the ladder, provoking that terrible toll – this time, however, a horrible crack was heard as the redhead's root of the nose collided to the middle step of the pool. A moment later, I understood that the shorter woman was almost out: until then, she had propped on the balls of her soles but after the impact, she lost the control of her muscles as the tip of her feet slowly sled until resting on the back of the feet, soles up. Her heels were now pointing outwards and her thighs and calves trembled.
"Elena!" shouted her husband, looking at the scene in terror.
Tall Viorica snarled and pulled back her foe's head by the hair. For some seconds, we could see the redhead's crushed face, looking around with empty, rolling eyes. Her upper teeth were turned inwards, obviously showing that her maxillary bone was fractured. She was sneering and soon, her mouth was filled with blood and froth.
"Omygod… Omygod…" she kept saying, waving back and forth.
"My wife!" yelled Elena's husband, almost breaking into tears.
"Watch this!" said the man behind me and, for a brief second, I felt that he was addressing me.
The taller woman slammed the redhead's face against the ladder for the third time. Now, Elena let a gurgle and she began to jerk in horrible spasms while being held up by the hair. A gushing was heard and then, the redhead's urine began to pour in a thick stream off her womanhood, while she was slowly sliding down. She hit the lower step of the ladder with her jaw and then she began to move erratically, as swimming in clay. Her voluminous breasts coiled slowly, fallen off the bra, as if showing her total dismay.
"Finish her up, Viorica!" shouted a tall, dark skinned guy – it was the brunette's husband, a guy that had spent half of his life in jail. "Finish the bitch!"
"Yeah, do her!"
"Crush her!"
"Do the redhead! Do the redhead!"
Soon, all the people gathered around began to shout in chorus, urging the taller woman to crush the stout redhead. In the meantime, Elena managed to embrace the ladder but she still propped her forehead against the lower step, unable to straighten herself. Viorica approached her foe and she grabbed Elena by the hair, manipulating her head until she placed the root of the redhead's nose against the lower step. The taller woman leaned then on Elena's back of the head, pressing her against the step – the sturdy redhead began to throw herself about in the desperate attempt to avoid the unavoidable but the taller peasant leaned on her foe, patiently waiting for Elena's last outburst of effort to subside. Then, as the redhead' movements became slower, Viorica savagely rammed her knee in the back of Elena's neck.
"Ghhhrraahrghh!"
The loud, endless gurgle of the redhead forwarded a wet noise, resembling that of a drape being torn. Shit filled Elena's panties as she collapsed on the bottom of the pool, face still propped on the ladder. Her big butts shivered and soon, her whole body began to twitch as she unloaded the shit off her bowel.
All the spectators began to shout, acclaiming the tall brunette and covering Elena's husband shouts of desperation. His wife still twitched in the pool when I turned my face, trying to see Ines. I couldn't refrain myself from comparing my woman to the one that was shitting in the pool: Ines had the same stout shapes and the same height… What will be her chances against tall Viorica?
Shit! Before fighting the tall peasant, my woman had to face famous Clara, an ex-gymnast, our former world champion in gymnastics…
"We wish you good luck!" said the guy behind me. The blonde near him winked. Ines took off her sandals and she engaged in a casual warm up. Then, her opponent showed up.