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It began as a game between drunks…
The members of the old gang had met just a week before, anxious to party out the 20 years that passed since they left Galati, their hometown. As teens, they were only small thieves, stealing wallets at the local market, or fighting the other gangs in the streets, but time had brought them into big business: drug dealing and 'flesh' trading. Of course, many had paid for this social escalade – most often by imprisonment, but also by moving for good in nice, oak coffins that adorned their memories…
Now, they had some really good time in the floating hotel they rent on the Danube's Delta. During the day they used to fish and drink, during the night they used to talk and drink. They remembered the good times and the old friends, they narrated their sad and joy stories, they made plans and so on…
In the third night, however, things got out of hand. Since it was an old friends' party, they had brought in their sweethearts and not the usual bunch of whores – later, they would agree that they will never do this thing again.
One of the sweethearts was Delca, a big and heavy curly brunette. She was 38. Her story was quite impressive and, during that evening, she shared it with her man's friends – but this is how things worked out in their world: let me know who you are if you want to have a good time near me.
As I told you, Delca was a big woman. She was 5'10" and she weighted almost 180 lbs. Her massive ass looked like a pair of watermelons and her thick legs were enwrapped in tense muscular fibers, while her belly showed only a little – she was much heavier than fat, as the others said and her broad shoulders were a good proof to this. She had an unbelievable puppet face, with big eyes, thick lips and a straight nose. She was conscious of it because she always talked in a girlish voice, although this didn't fool anyone. Her story proved it damned well.
She came from some Turkish village from the middle of nowhere and her frame and traits showed this near Asiatic ancestry – despite her height, she was what the Romanians called a down-assed woman… However, as everybody knows, the down-assed females are the best fucks and Delca was no exception to this rule. Laurentiu, her man (he was now the head of a powerful drug dealers' net) said she was the best sucker he ever met. He loved her, in his own way. Maybe he'd even marry her one of these years, God knows.
Delca had left home at the age of 14, after a most terrible fight with an older girl. The fight didn't surprise any of her neighbors: since she was a little girl, Delca was re-known as a pain in the ass. However, the fight had turned really bad and Delca left the other girl in a puddle of blood, unable to breathe anymore.
She decided to runaway before the Police showed up. She got to Bucharest and some small thug hired her as a maid/cook or something. Of course, he fucked her, thus offering her the "gratitude" of his wife. She beat the thug's wife in an epic fight and she got into the man's bed as his official mistress. She was smart and soon, she began to help him – she was very good at organizing the reselling of the goods he stole.
The Police finally got them and she was sentenced to 5 years in Gherla, a re-known prison in Romania. In a matter of months, she became the local "thumbster" – the name says it all. She got out of prison a little later than the 5 years (after 7 years), because she had beaten almost senseless an inmate. When she got out, her man was still in and she mated with another thief.
This one was some big time thug – once, he broke the Raiffeissen Bank in Cluj and he got away with it. Delca was by his side. Two years later, he was stabbed to death by a kid during a party at a club in Brasov and Delca slammed a bottle in the kid's head, killing him too. She was sentenced to 9 years, back in Gherla. And, again, she became the local "thumbster".
She got out of prison when she was 34. Her 16 years of imprisonment equaled more than an University degree in brigandage and she got back to what she knew best: mating with someone that was really good in his branch – she met Laurentiu, a very cautious drug dealer and she was still his sweetheart, after more than 4 years of cohabitation. He had a J-shaped cock and she loved it more than any dildo she ever used. She also considered the idea of marrying him someday.
"Delca… Did you have a nickname back then, in prison…?" suddenly asked Geta, another sweetheart.
"Oh, yes. They called me 'The She-bear', if you can imagine that…" answered Delca in her usual girlish voice.
Everybody laughed, Geta included.
"I heard of you" she said after awhile.
"Yeah? How come?"
"I was in Poarta Alba," began Geta, "and some inmates told us stories about Gherla…"
The others paid their respects, eyeing Geta from head to toe – Poarta Alba was another famous prison. Geta was Ion's sweetheart. As a kid, Ion was Laurentiu's best friend, but life parted them: he was now the best "flesh" trader in Eastern Romania.
Geta was also big and heavy: at 34, she was also 5'10", but she weighted "only" 165 lbs. She was a short haired brunette with long and very muscular legs and a most tight ass, hard as a rock. Her oval face was rather long and this, combined with her slightly crooked nose and small, voluptuous mouth, endowed her with the nickname of 'The Mare". Her breasts were also medium sized and her shoulders were extremely broad – broader than Delca's, in any case.
"And," went on Delca, "what took you to Poarta Alba?"
Laughing, Geta began to tell her story. She had a very low tuned voice which made everyone listen to her carefully.
More or less, it was the sweethearts' story in general. Geta was from a mountain village. Like Delca, she had also fled away from home. She was 13 then and she had a terrible quarrel with her father – she had stolen some money from his purse (to say the truth, she had stolen A LOT of money!) and he caught her. He wanted to scare her and he told her that she'd take her to the Police – she said OK, I won't steal again, but she did it once again after only one week.
Again, she was caught and, as her father dressed up to take her to the Police station, she ran away from home, hiding for a week in the surrounding forest. After than a month of uselessly searching her, everybody thought that she was dead and they stopped seeking her. However, she managed to escape the Police's net and she reached the closest town, Ploiesti. Although she was only 13 and not at all used to living in an urban environment, she found herself a shelter in the town's sewerage system. The people living there were widely known in Romania during the nineties – they were called 'aurolacs' because of their addiction to a volatile taint that they used to breathe.
Geta also inhaled aurolac but she soon found out that the taint was bad for her health and she quit. She was a good opportunist and she mated with a 17 years old aurolac, a strong boy to be more precise, earning herself protection and a better shelter. She lived, like everybody else, by small thievery. To her big luck, she was caught very fast and, to her even bigger luck, the one who caught her was, himself, a local thug.
He liked her. He took her home. He gave her a place to live, provided she went to bed with him whenever he wanted. Geta complied. It is him that taught her what Ion, her actual friend, called a "most wild and active fucking skill", but we will talk about Ion later.
She was 16 when her boss (let's call him like this) brought in another aurolac girl at home. In less than 2 weeks the two girls got at it, to the finish, and Geta wasted her. Her boss had all the pain in the world to dispose of the other girl's body and, although the fight had excited him a lot, he planned to get rid of Geta.
"He cheated me," she told the others. She was too young and she believed him when he told her that the Police had found the other's girl corpse and that they were looking for her. But, he also said that he found a good hiding place for her, somewhere across the border, in a friend's house. In fact, he had sold Geta for 500 $.
Geta impressed her new master with both her fucking skills and mind. Of course, he already had a fucking mate and, of course, Geta had to beat her in order to get in her master's bed. Soon, he began to take Geta in town.
The Moldavian guy was dealing with stolen gold, which he sold in Western Europe, especially in Antwerp and Luxembourg. Once, they went to the Netherlands, in order to meet some of his business partners, but it all proved to be a trap set up by the Police. Geta and her master were sentenced to prison and she was lucky to get away with only 2 years.
Prison in the Netherlands, she told the others, was nothing compared to what ensued after being extradited to Moldavia: at 19, she was taken away to the prison of Orhei, where her life changed fully. She was much thinner then and some of the other inmates were hard to chew even for the veterans, so Geta devised a full change of personality, as we would call. First, she avoided the others for as much as she could, while she also began to train some moves she saw back home, since her ex-master had been a Russian black beret. She had some minor fights in the beginning but she knew that soon, she would have to check the big game of the prison.
During these first fights, she found out that the formal training she had seen was nothing compared to the real thing – a real thing that she had mostly learned during her days in the sewerage: biting, eye gouging, hairpulling and cunt scratching were more rewarding than punching and kicking. But, the most serious lesson she learned was to never leave the wounded inmates behind – i.e.: better kill than leave a deadly foe behind, a deadly foe that was always chewing bad her defeat.
"I know what you talk about," interrupted Delca, while everybody else acquiesced. "When did you first learned that?"
"I was 19. The other woman was 29 years old and she was only the 'lieutenant' of our thumbster."
This also was a common thing in prison and Geta's tale was soon replaced by the other's recollections – of course, the men had more to say about it, but Delca and another sweetheart, Olga, had much to say over it too.
To cut it short, Geta became the local thumbster. In Moldavia there was not much fuss over a killed convict so, she got out of the prison without any supplementary trials. One thing proved of big help: during her imprisonment, Geta aided a lot an elder woman who had connections back in Romania and, when she got out, she headed for Constanta, a port at the Black Sea, seeking a certain Mr. Vulpescu.
Mr. Vulpescu was part of every illegal thing that could happen in Constanta. He noticed that Geta had a sharp mind and he charged her of discretely overseeing the couple who took care of his prostitutes' net. In a matter of weeks, Geta (she worked as a sort of a whores' supervisor) found out many leaks of what was primarily intended to be Mr. Vulpescu's money. However, one of the hookers gave her in to the couple and the two wanted to waste her before she could talk to Vulpescu. It happened in full daylight, at the office they had in Tomis Nord, but none of the assailants (the man, his wife and the hooker) could imagine that Geta could put up such retaliation.
She escaped the worse but the Police was called by the neighbors (the fight had been extremely violent) and Geta was arrested, judged and imprisoned. She was charged for crippling the whore and the wife.
The good thing was that she didn't say a word about Mr. Vulpescu. That's why she had a good time in prison, with a preferential statute among the inmates. However, a friend of the hooker who also happened to be a local thumbster, tried to take revenge on Geta.
"We fought at the showers and I finished her up. Mr. Vulpescu tried to get me out of it too, but there was nothing he could do more than plead that I was in self-defense. I was sentenced to 7 more years and they took me to Poarta Alba. It is there that I heard of you," she told Delca. "Delca, the She-Bear…"
"And you were…?"
Geta laughed.
"Look at my face! They called me the Mare…"
Everybody laughed.
"I heard of you too…" said Delca in her usual girlish voice. "Nice to meet you…"
"Nice to meet you too," answered Geta.
Instinctively, the two women peered at each other from head to toe. They were still smiling but a sort of strange lust filled their traits as they weighted each other.
"When I got out of prison, I met Ion," ensued Geta and she ended her tale in a humorous way, saying that Ion was kind enough with her.
"What you mean, babe?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"You never wanted to sell me to your business partners, even that you always say that I have the best legs and butts around!"
They all burst into laughter and they began to pour vodka and beers all around. However, Olga, the sweethearts' veteran, noticed a strange thing then – and it was her noticing it that brought about the whole thing.
The strange thing was that for some more moments, both Delca and Geta weighted each other thoroughly. Olga had been in prison too and this long peer was something she was never to forget. At her time, she had also been a 'thumbster', and this kind of glance was the one prefacing the fight, the BIG fight between two rivals.
However, Delca and Geta smiled at each other after a while and they drank a glassful of vodka in remembrance of the time they spent in prison.
As the hours passed by, most of the old friends got sodden – 'nail-drunk', as the Romanians call it. The sweethearts were also drunk and, around 2 o'clock in the morning, a bloody hullabaloo was heard all over the floating hotel.
By then, Olga was more and more obsessed with the idea that burst into her mind when seeing the two thumbsters eye each other so thoroughly. Besides, she wanted to enjoy herself big time. She wanted to feel once again the old thrill of the prison cells. She wanted, oh, yes, she wanted once again to see a big fight, one big fight between two thumbsters to be.
She went to her man, Mihai, and she whispered something in his ear. His eyes popped out.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded.
"This could be something we could all remember," he said, "but I better ask Laurentiu and Ion if they agree to it…"
Stumbling, he went towards Laurentiu – he was a tall and thin guy, with long, black hair and a crow face. Mihai embraced him and he began to whisper in his ear. In a matter of seconds, Laurentiu's eyes began to glitter.
"It would be fine, but let's talk to Ion. I wouldn't mind to it. My Delca will crush Geta's brains out, I'm sure of it."
"Are you sure?" asked Mihai. "Geta doesn't look too soft either…"
"I am damned sure that Delca could kill her bare hands right here, in front of everybody!" he said and he started to laugh loudly. The others asked what happened but Laurentiu placed his index on his lips.
"You will see…" he said.
Mihai went to Ion then. He told him the same thing and, to Olga's great relief, Ion began to smile. He tapped Mihai on the shoulder and they both went back at Laurentiu. Olga felt the thrill mount in her and she looked at the two thumbsters – they were engaged in a casual talk. Both were drunk, but not as heavily as the men and they could still put up a hard fight.
"So, you both agreed," said Mihai.
Both men nodded. Laurentiu asked:
"You willing to bet on your woman's hand, Ion?"
"Of course I will! 3000 euros will do! My dear Geta will make your She-Bear shit like the fat sow she is, you'll see!"
"Really? Then, why dontcha bet more? I'm willing to bet 10,000 euros that Delca will break Geta's back … You'll fuck your big Mare only in her mouth afterwards, because she'll never buck her hips anymore…"
Ion's face froze.
"Laurentiu… you really want this? You don't know what Geta is capable of…"
"Oh, yes, I want this! Your woman will lick mine in the cunt, you'll see. Are you willing to bet 10,000?"
"I am! Damned, I am!"
"OK, guys, OK," said Mihai. "I understand that you both agree… Now, talk to your sweethearts before I make any announcement, OK?" said Mihai.
"Right," said the two men in a voice and they went to their sweethearts while Mihai stumbled back to Olga.
"They WANT to do it," he said. "Pour me some vodka!"
Olga snarled. Laurentiu had already taken Delca apart. Pursing her lips, the woman was nodding slowly, peering now and then at Geta. Meanwhile, Ion and Geta had come nearby Olga and Mihai.
"Geta said yes," announced Ion in a joyful tone.
"Gosh, you are fast to make your mind, woman," said Olga.
Geta shrugged, casually:
"I thought at it from the very first moment I found out who Delca was."
"Good," said Mihai. "Then, you are sure that you want to fight her."
"Why not?"
"Well… she's big… she's famous…" he noticed, winking at Olga.
"I am big too," said Geta. "And famous. I know I can beat her."
By then, Laurentiu and Delca came nearby. He said:
"Delca wants to know who is better, sweetheart."
"Nothing personal, Geta, just curiosity," she said.
"I understand only too well," nodded Geta. "I am ready too. I could never stand another thumbster near me."
The elder woman nodded slightly. "OK," she said.
"Hey, hey, hey!" shouted Mihai then. "I want to make an announcement!"
Needless to say that after the announcement, everyone in the room began to clap hands and cheer the two women. For some minutes, they all gathered around the table, commenting and making bets.
"Delca's heavier! I bet 1000 euros on her!"
"C'mon, Geta is faster! See those legs and butts? I bet 1500 on her!"
"Yeah, but Delca has thicker legs and I know too damned well that a good pair of legs wins a fight! Always! 800 euros on Delca!
"The mind wins the fight," said somebody else. "Look at Geta! Her eyes tell you clearly that she'll rip fat Delca apart! 2000 on Geta!"
Finally, they gathered the money in a big pile and they spread around the walls of the dining room, while some dragged the table and the chairs away, leaving a large spare place for the two women.
"Wow!" said Mihai at the sight of the two females.
They were already in the middle of the room. Delca wore white shorts and a white undershirt that exhibited once and again her breasts, already moving up and down fast, in anticipation. She had plastic flippers in her feet.
Less than two feet away, Geta stared right in her eyes. She wore a pink pair of tight pants and a black undershirt. She had black rubber flippers on and she was discretely sweating under her armpits. She felt very good.
Their men stood quite near them but, as everybody knew, none of them would interfere: no one, never, did interfere when such a fight was held, no matter what.
"I guess it's about time, girls…" said Mihai. "Go!"
The two women instantly rushed at each other, grabbing a handful of hair with their left hand while punching with all might with the other hand. The audience began to yell on the spot, each urging his or her favorite as the blows fell hard and unabated upon each other's shoulders, bellies and faces in a tremendous pace. Soon, the two females bent from their waists, adding more strength to the blows – the first moans of effort were heard, as they both sought to crush the other as fast as they could. Both were experienced, you could see from the way they added their weight behind the heavy blows and they both knew that a fight had to be won in the first minute.
However, none got the upper hand, despite the growing strength of the blows. Suddenly, they split, as if they had agreed upon it while they stood embraced in that cheek to cheek savage embrace.
"You ARE good…" noticed Geta, a thin creek of blood pouring off her left nostril.
"You're stronger than I thought…" answered Delca, breathing somewhat faster than her foe.
"Go on, Delca! Get her at close range, hun!" shouted Laurentiu.
His sweetheart acquiesced and rushed in, taking Geta off guard by plunging both hands in her mane. She wildly pulled on her foe's hair, bending her in two and, before Geta could react, she began to kick her in the shins.
"Fuck you!" hissed strong Geta, pedaling forth with all strength and managing to push heavier Delca towards the nearest wall. The spectators split, allowing Geta to slam Delca against the wall, but the elder woman began to powerfully toss her foe by the hair. However, Geta began to punch Delca in the belly for all she was worth, obliging her to release the hairpulling. The next moment, they once more engaged in a savage exchange of punches, aiming mainly the face and the breasts.
A wild roar erupted from the audience as the heavier woman seemed to get the upper hand, forcing Geta to slowly retreat under the shower of blows. Suddenly, her punches got Geta several times in the nostrils and mouth, abundantly drawing first blood.
"Yeah, hun! Go on," shouted Laurentiu, covering the spectators' shouts. "You're better than her with the punches! Go on, babe!"
"Cover up, cover up, sweetheart!" shouted Ion at his turn.
However, strong Geta ignored his advice and, rushing through the punches, she managed to get the heavier woman in a powerful neck lock. The next moment, fuelled up by her sustainers, she began to drag Delca around in furious bursts, bending her in two.
"Get her to her knees, babe!" shouted Ion. "Get her to her knees!"
"Push her! Push her sideways!" yelled Laurentiu at his turn while the two females grunted heavily, each seeking to insure her own position.
Strong Geta began to punch Delca in the face while keeping her in the neck lock, but the heavier female briskly pulled backwards, trying to extrude her head from beneath her foe's armpit. The pace of the struggle mounted wildly, as Geta held the elder woman by the lock and punching her in frenzy, while Delca resorted to scratch her foe's muscular thighs and pull back in furious bursts.
Suddenly, the heavier woman managed to grab Geta by the crotch – strong Geta snarled in pain and she readily moved her ass away but, in doing so, she lost the leverage she had on her foe's neck, allowing her to break free.
And damned Delca was fast, as her sustainers assumed – the next moment, before strong Geta could gather herself, the heavier woman dived upon Geta from behind, readily embracing her waist.
"Ooooohhh…" shouted the spectators. "She got her!"
"Yeah, you got her! Go on, hun, go on!" shouted Laurentiu, encouraging Delca.
"That was some big mistake," commented Mihai towards Ion. "One should never turn the back to the foe during the fight!"
"Be careful, Geta, be careful!" shouted Ion but the heavier woman had already lifted Geta in the air, rocking her wildly. Strong Geta grabbed her foe's forearms, trying to release the pressure of the hug but, the next moment, Delca threw her sideways, slamming Geta to the floor.
A loud thud was heard and, as Geta got on her belly, trying to get up, the elder woman mounted her, preparing to get her in a suffocating neck lock from above.
"Yeaaaaaah!" shouted Delca's sustainers.
"Gosh, Delca is MUCH faster than I thought!" commented Olga.
"Fight back, hun, fight back!" yelled Ion at Geta but, although she was beneath her foe, she knew damned well what to do next.
In a powerful burst, she twisted beneath Delca, skillfully enwrapping in reverse her neck with the right arm and securing the lock with her other hand. Heavier Delca froze above Geta, taken by surprise by the swift maneuver. Moments later, Geta began to squeeze Delca's neck with all her might. The heavier woman let a loud grunt.
"Yeah, babe! Choke that bitch! Choke her!" shouted Ion.
"Hold on, hun, hold on!" screamed Laurentiu but his urges were soon covered by the hoorays of Geta's sustainers: Delca was showing serious signs of distress by moaning faster and faster while helplessly trying to pull back from the deadly embrace.
"Wow!" exclaimed Olga. "Your sweetheart IS strong!" she told Ion.
"You thought otherwise?" he winked back at her. "Go, Geta, go, crush her bloody throat, babe!"
However, heavy Delca began to blindly search for Geta's face and it took her less than ten seconds to feel her foe's nose and mouth under her sweating palm. The next moment, she began to scratch Geta's face wildly, preparing to eye gouge. Geta grabbed Delca by the hand scratching her but, by doing it, the strength of the neck lock weakened and Delca readily seized the opportunity by moving sideways in wild bursts, struggling to extrude her head from the lock.
They both began to grunt in effort. Geta secured the neck lock once again with her left hand, but Delca eye gouged her and, the next second, Geta released the neck lock, freeing Delca.
"Yeah! Good girl, hun, good girl!" shouted Laurentiu.
"Go after her, babe, go after her!" urged Ion.
Strong Geta swiftly got on all fours while Delca was still trying to retreat by crawling backwards on her knees. Geta's sustainers yelled madly at her and the strong brunette dived forth, head first, getting Delca in the belly and throwing her on butts.
"Yes! That's what I wanted to see!" shouted Ion when the heavier woman fell back on her butts, traits contorted in pain and unable to breathe properly. "Get her, now! Get her!"
Letting a furious hiss, the younger woman dived upon her foe, once again getting her in a reverse neck lock that she secured at her right armpit. However, heavy Delca still had the resources to get back to her knees and she pulled forth for all she was worth. Soon, they both got up but Geta had an obvious upper hand by keeping a powerful neck lock on the elder woman. The latter pushed again and again, however, slowly forcing the younger woman backwards. The spectators spread away, allowing the two females a full place to fight and soon, heavier Delca managed to get Geta near a sofa. Encouraged by her man, the elder woman pushed forth with all her might. The younger woman stumbled on the sofa and fell over it but she still had the lock on Delca – hissing, she hardened the lock with all might, making the elder woman grunt in despair.
"Yeah, crush her throat! Crush her throat!" shouted Ion at his woman.
Sitting on the sofa, Geta reinforced the neck lock, making the elder woman grunt harder and harder with every moment. She suddenly realized that she was only a swift movement away from definitely bringing Delca to a dreadful fate: kneeling by the sofa, the elder woman had her trunk right between Geta's muscular thighs.
However, Delca also realized it and she readily plunged her hand in Geta's lower belly, obviously seeking to get her by the crotch. The next moment, Geta joined her thighs in reflex and the elder woman avoided the worse. The younger woman leaned on her right side then, adding more pressure on her foe's head and hoping to deprive her of the much needed air, but Delca was still resisting while she snaked her hand beneath Geta's pink pants and pulling her by the genital hair of the lower belly.
"Fuck you, fat cunt!" hissed Geta. "I'll finish you soon, no matter what you do!"
The elder woman didn't answer. Her fast paced grunts, however, told more than a thousand words.
"Yeah, you got her well! Exhaust her!" shouted Ion. "Be patient, don't hurry and use your time to exhaust her! She has no way out!"
The other spectators were also commenting that the younger woman had all the odds on her side by then – heavier Delca had her neck fully enwrapped under her foe's right arm, the lock was secured excellently with the other hand and Geta needed only one slight mistake from Delca's part in order to fully get her between her thighs. Yes, all right, the elder woman scratched strong Geta on the lower belly, maybe she was even snatching some hair out of its roots but they all knew that during such a moment, a scratch did not do too much damage.
"Don't hurry, Geta, OK?" said Ion, getting close to them. "Just crush her neck, OK! You're doing good, babe, you're doing excellent! She can't escape this!"
Laurentiu lit a cigarette. His woman was moving clumsily, unable to free herself and she was breathing faster and faster. Suddenly, she began to move in brief bursts, but this didn't bring her the least advantage since Geta held on to the suffocating lock.
"Get her by the cunt, hun! By the cunt!" advised Laurentiu, but heavy Delca was still moving in these helpless bursts that seemed to get her nowhere.
"Yeah… She starts to lose control…" noticed someone.
"Puuuf… Maybe I should have bet on the younger woman, after all," said someone else.
However, Delca still had fight in her and, suddenly, she managed to place her right knee on the sofa, beside Geta's muscular ass. The elder woman began to breathe faster then, gathering her strength and, after some moments, she delivered a wide and most powerful punch towards Geta, blindly getting her in the collar bone.
The blow shook the younger woman; pain contorted her traits but she reinforced the lock even more.
"You're doing well, babe! Don't do anything else! Just crush her harder!" shouted Ion.
Laurentiu swallowed his spittle, scared to give the least advice, but his woman delivered another heavy punch, fully getting the younger woman in the face this time. Geta's head snapped sideways and Delca felt a slight decrease in the pressure of the lock. Realizing that this was her only way out, the elder woman gathered her strength and she punched again, adding all her fury to the blow. She felt that Geta had assumed a boxers' stance – anyone else in her place would have done it, protecting her face with the left shoulder – but this could be a good maneuver against a beginner, not against the She Bear, who landed the blow right where she wanted.
The punch fully got the younger woman in the temple and, for a too brief moment, Geta's eyes lost their focus. She gathered herself on the spot but elder Delca had felt her foe's distress and she went on with the punches, flooding the younger woman with a frenzy of blows that always got in the face.
"Yeaaaaaaah!" shouted Laurentiu when seeing Geta's blood spurt in a shower of heavy drops all over the sofa. His shout of joy was readily covered by Delca's sustainers' urges – they all realized that the younger woman was doing a big mistake: still trying to suffocate heavier Delca, Geta was not attempting the least maneuver to protect herself.
"Yeah! Yeah, Delca! Hit her! Hit her harder!" – they began to shout as the younger woman was slowly but steadily worn out by the blows.
"Cover up, babe, cover up!" shouted Ion then, seeing how strong Geta was blinking in fast pace, unable to oppose the blows. By then, heavy Delca began to hammer butt her foe in the face, smashing her nose and lips. Geta still held to the neck lock but it was obvious that her strength weakened. Suddenly, she understood that she had lost the opportunity and she freed the elder woman, trying to scamper away.
"Yeah, hun! You got her!" shouted Laurentiu when his woman mounted over strong Geta, pounding her in the back of the head.
The younger woman was dizzy, already, and she realized that she had to put a safe distance between her and the elder woman, no matter what. She burst forth, dismounting Delca, but she fell across the rest of the sofa. Acclaimed by her sustainers, Delca dived over Geta, pounding her in the small of the back. Geta sprung forth once again, landing on the floor, by the sofa, but Delca was after her, mounting her once again.
"Get her now, hun, get her!" shouted Laurentiu madly.
However, Geta twisted briskly beneath the elder woman and, somehow, she managed to interpose her flexed legs between herself and Delca's trunk. The next moment, strong Geta sprung both legs, violently throwing Delca backwards, against the rest of the sofa. Delca tried to get up but Geta snarled triumphantly and she began to alternate powerful kicks, getting the elder woman in the belly, in the chest and in the face.
"Aaah…"
Delca's brief moan announced everyone that the tide had turned again. Geta felt the adrenalin flood her brain and her blows became more and more systematic, rhythmically crushing the elder woman against the sofa. Delca was already giving brief yelps of helplessness and Geta's sustainers were giving howls, acclaiming the younger woman.
"Crush her bones, babe!"
"Yeah, you got her, woman! Break her ribs!"
"Aim the liver! Aim the liver and finish her once and for all!"
Delca realized that she could not hold on anymore and she crawled away, on palms and knees, towards the middle of the room. Geta followed her on palms and butts, still kicking her now and again but then, the elder woman clumsily got up.
"I'll fuck you up, fat bitch!" shouted Geta, getting up at her turn and flooding Delca with a shower of punches.
"Knock her down! Knock her down again!" shouted Ion while his woman followed Delca around the room.
The elder woman tried to resist two or three times but strong Geta was always getting the upper hand, forcing Delca to retreat. Finally, the younger woman cornered the heavier one. Delca kicked at her but Geta punched her in the face, throwing her foe in the corner.
"You're mine, fat bitch!" she yelled, throwing fist after fist at the elder woman. Delca crouched, covering her head with both arms and retaliating weakly, mostly by kicking. She heard the others yell at Geta, urging her to terminate Delca. She suddenly felt a hot creek of blood pouring between her round breasts and she began to breathe faster.
"She's scared, babe! Do her! Do her, now!"
"Hold on, hun! Fight back, hun!" yelled Laurentiu too, but the elder woman had seen it before, several times, back when she was in prison: she HAD to find a way out or else… She HAD to outsmart the younger woman or else…
She kicked back at Geta but the younger woman readily evaded the blow and connected back with a kick to the belly that almost split Delca in two.
"Yeah, babe! You're doing her! Go on, babe, go on! Kick her cunt! Kick her!" shouted Ion but then, the younger woman clenched her fists above her head, ready to hammer butt Delca once and for all.
The elder woman saw it coming and she told herself: this is my chance, damn it!
The next moment she erected both arms forth, in reflex, grabbing Geta's elbows and impeaching the devastating blow. A surge of adrenalin filled heavy Delca from head to toe as she realized that she had caught her younger foe off guard and she readily ensued with a head butt, getting Geta in the face.
A splattering sound was heard and Geta halted in her tracks. Her knees wobbled for a brief moment but she managed to regain her composure and she dived forth, seeking, who knows why, to get the elder woman in a hug.
She did it and, letting a furious yell, she raised heavy Delca in her arms, slamming her against the wall. However, in the next moment, Delca readily eye gouged strong Geta, making her scream sharply and retreat hastily, sweeping her eyes with the back of her palm.
"Take care, babe! She comes AFTER you!" shouted Ion.
"Get 'er, now, hun! Get 'er once and for all!" shouted Laurentiu at his turn.
A strange silence fell upon the room as Delca moved forth, taking advantage of the younger woman's momentarily blindness. Loosely embracing Geta's head, Delca steadied her younger foe, feeling a strange numbness grow in her – she knew that feeling and another surge of adrenalin filled her, in anticipation. Just like during the prison years, the seconds seemed to dilate, as if Delca had all the time ahead of her. Slowly, as if in trance, she joined her hands behind Geta's skull and she saw the younger woman open her eyes wide, in sheer fear – a low, almost endless hummmmm, was heard from the spectators while Delca recorded the whole situation in slow motion. Geta opened her mouth too, trying to yell a loud NOOOO but, in the ensuing moment, the elder woman threw a most powerful head butt that crushed her foe's nostrils and mouth with a horrible wringing noise.
"Yeaaaaaah!" shouted Laurentiu when seeing Geta's muscular legs pry briskly, as the younger woman could barely hold herself on two feet. Geta rested her abundantly bleeding face on Delca's left shoulder while her hands clutched on her foe's undershirt in the desperate attempt of remaining erect.
"Geta!" shouted Ion then, when his dizzy sweetheart was wildly grabbed by the mane. The elder woman savagely yanked her head backwards and Geta parted her strong legs even more, hardly maintaining her balance.
"She lost control! Geta lost control!" said Olga.
"Finish her up, hun!" shouted Laurentiu and his sweetheart head butted her foe once again, throwing a brutal meander through Geta's muscular body before shoving her backwards, on the sofa.
Strong Geta fell on the couch with a thump and, for a second, she looked as if nothing happened, simply sitting on the sofa. She even tried to get up, but her muscles let her out and she fell back, desperately propping on erected palms. A moment later, she began to slowly slide sideways while her eyes began to roll in her orbits. She could do nothing when the elder woman grabbed her by the mane, steadying her.
"You're mine, shit bag!" said Delca, eliciting a mad yell from the audience.
With her last forces, strong Geta raised her knees in front of her and erected her hand, as if trying to keep the elder woman away, but Delca savagely slapped her in the left ear, brutally twisting her head.
"Oh my God…" uttered the younger woman. Her right foot briskly fell to the floor. She looked in Delca's eyes, still having her arm erect and her left leg covering her in a futile protective stance.
Delca slapped her again – she knew that nothing compared with a good slap, provided your foe could not block the blow. And strong Geta could not block any blow by now.
A loud hooray erupted from Delca's sustainers as the younger woman began to gradually collapse sideways, as if she wanted lo lean on the sofa, unable to control herself anymore. She propped on her right foot while her left leg felt the air, as if seeking for something to prop on. Delca recognized the despair in her foe's movements and she dragged her forth by the hair, briskly bending her in two on the brim of the sofa.
Geta grunted loudly and tried to straighten herself but the elder woman kept her head down.
"Oh my God oh my God…" mumbled Geta hastily. Her breasts were swaying back and forth in rhythm with her heavy breathes. Her calves were fully pried away and she awkwardly grabbed Delca by the forearms that held her head down, in a futile maneuver.
"She can't take it anymore, hun!" shouted Laurentiu. "Do her! Do her, NOW!"
Delca launched a tremendous knee blow right in Geta's top of the skull, making the younger woman throb violently. Her hands instantly fell to the floor, while her left calf began to jerk in spasms in a most unnatural way, throwing her slipper some two feet away. Her left breast fell off the undershirt, dangling like a fleshy coil, from side to side.
"Gosh… Look at her nipple!" whispered Olga. "It's getting full of blood," she recognized the old sign of the woman in distress,
Swallowing his spittle, Mihai nodded.
"Yeah. I think she's done for. Too bad! I bet 1000 on her!"
"You give, cunt?" asked the elder woman in a coarse voice.
Geta was breathing in fast pace, spittle falling off her mouth. She uttered a NO and a mumble rose from the audience. Delca got her mane with both hands then, forcing her head even lower and obliging Geta to part wide her knees.
"You're finished, cunt… You give?" asked Delca again.
Geta again said NO and the elder woman kneed her once again in the skull.
"Omygod!" mumbled Geta, in desperation, as her body quivered uncontrollably. What the heck happens, she asked herself while recording the strange flutters that agitated her muscular fibers from head to toe. She tried to gather her strength but the elder woman kept her in a too folded position and there was no way to move.
A moment later, Delca got Geta's head in a reverse lock at the left armpit and she briskly forced the younger woman to her feet. Strong Geta gave a gurgle and she tried to hold on. She grabbed her foe by the massive butts but, in the ensuing moment, Delca pushed her against the wall, crushing her.
"You still don't give, bitch?" she asked.
Instead of giving an answer, Geta plunged her hand in the elder woman's crotch. She did her best to squeeze the elder bitch, but this infuriated Delca who began to repeatedly knee Geta in the crotch. Strong Geta realized only then that things were getting out of hand and, desperate, she tried to resist, but heavier Delca pushed her in brief bursts, finally cramming her in the corner of the room.
"You play smart, cunt, huh?" she asked, kneeing again and again the younger woman in the crotch, until provoking wet sounds that made everybody, except Ion, scream like mad.
Geta tried to cup her womanhood but heavy Delca kept kneeing her, harder and harder, breaking her foe's fingers in the process. And then, she began to throw uppercuts to the upper belly, alternating the punches with the knees to the cunt.
"Yes, hun! Do her, hun! Do her! Do her!" yelled Laurentiu and his encouragement were readily taken by the others.
"Do her, Delca! Do the bitch! Do her! Do her!"
"Do-her! Do-her! Do-her!" they soon began to yell, rhythmically, as each of the blows threw a deeper and deeper shiver in Geta's strong body.
Suddenly, the younger woman's arms briskly fell beside her trunk, hanging, while her knees broke. Geta realized that she had to give but it was too late – she readily understood from Delca's savage grunts that the elder woman didn't intend to stop.
"No…" she uttered feebly, making everyone cheer the dominant woman.
"Go on, go on, don't stop!" shouted Laurentiu.
A deep terror seized the younger woman by the guts and the next moment, as Delca hardened the neck lock, strong Geta voided her bladder, eliciting a most loud roar from the spectators. Even Delca was caught off guard by it and, snarling, she set Geta free only to straighten her trunk and choke her with both hands against the wall.
"You scared, cunt?" she asked when seeing Geta's eyes roll aimlessly in her orbits. She then briskly ripped her foe's black undershirt and, returning to the choke, she began to deliver head butt after head butt in her foe's right breast.
"Yes, yes, yes!" yelled Laurentiu.
"No! Noooo! Nooooooooooooooo!" screamed strong Geta, desperately trying to protect her breasts.
"Her tit will rend!" said then Olga, when seeing Geta's breast swell briskly. Blood began to ooze from her nipple but heavy Delca went on with the head butts.
"Nooooooooooooo…" yelled the younger woman as a horrible splash was heard. Blood began to pour in waves from her spliced breast but the elder woman had gone berserk by now and she kept battering the bare flesh, splattering and crushing and tearing the gland until the younger woman gave a most sharp scream.
"My tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
Delca set her free and strong Geta crumpled to her knees, cupping her torn breast. For some seconds, she meandered on her parted knees, delivering another load of urine before collapsing to the floor, face first. Blood was pouring in waves through her fingers, expanding on the floor in a red, warm puddle.
"Please, Delca… please…" begged the younger woman. "You're killing me…"
Unable to breathe, Geta rolled on her back, gazing in the ceiling. She saw Delca move around slowly, arms raised in triumph.
"Who's the thumbster, bitch?"
Geta closed her eyes, barely breathing. She felt a kick to her torn breast. She screamed from the bottom of her lungs and she got back on her belly. With the corner of her eye she saw a lump of her gland resting on the floor.
"Please…" she begged again, staring in Ion's eyes, but he averted his face.
"Please…"
"Who's the thumbster, cunt?" asked Delca again.
Clutching her teeth, Geta swallowed her spittle but then, the elder woman plunged her fingers between her butts, slowly searching her way to the cunt. Strong Geta tried to join her muscular thighs but it was too much for her.
"C'mon, cunt! Tell me! All these people want me to kill you but I am willing to forgive you… Who's the thumbster?"
As she asked it, she slid her index between the younger woman's labia.
"You know damned well that there's nothing you can do anymore…" said Delca the exact words that Geta had pronounced so many times in prison. She got me… said the younger woman to herself. She wants to kill me but she wants to play first… But, she'll remember me.
"You… you are…" she uttered in a low voice but, in the silence of the room, everyone heard her too well.
They all began to yell and scream, to roar and to shout:
"Yeah, she's your woman, now! Fuck her, Delca! Fuck her damn well!" they cried as the younger woman, sobbing, slowly got on her back. Covering her eyes with one palm while the other hand cupped the torn breast, Geta brought her massive thighs above her trunk and she parted her knees wide, offering herself to the better woman – as this was the custom in all the women' prisons around the country.
Delca acquiesced, looking around, triumphantly. She ripped Geta's wet pants, allowing everyone to see the younger woman's thick bush that covered her lower belly, descending in a dense crest over her cunt and between her butts. She checked her clit and she began to massage it slowly, nice and slowly.
Yeah! Being a thumbster herself, Geta could not resist to this and juices began to pour off her cunt, allowing Delca to penetrate her with the thumb.
"Yeaaaaah!" shouted the spectators and then, as this was also the custom, Delca briskly impaled the younger woman's asshole with her index.
This time, strong Geta gave a sharp scream – thumbsters used to fuck the losers' assholes, not the other way round. However, she relaxed her anal muscles, allowing Delca a deep penetration. She knew that this will hurt her less. Soon, she began to feel the numbness around her groin and she began to sway her hips, slowly, coming forward towards the elder woman's skillful rubbing.
"You like this, bitch, huh?"
It won't be too long, said Geta to herself and, as a proof, the better woman slowly took off her pants, preparing to mount on her face in the hoorays of the audience. Soon, strong Geta felt her foe's bush over her face, rubbing against her nose and mouth. By then, Delca was tapping her cunt.
Don't hurry, said the younger woman to herself. I'll do it only when she cums, she thought, trying to gather the most chances for her maneuver. She heard Delca moan faster and faster, encouraged by the others, she felt the taste of her thick juices and then, the elder woman suddenly froze – Geta felt her foe's cunt tighten briskly and, when Delca let her first deep moan, the younger woman readily bit her clit with all her might.
Delca's moan of pleasure turned into an endless howl and she jerked forth but it was way too late: the younger woman's teeth had bit deep, severing the clit in less than a second. When the elder woman fell on the floor, she was already bleeding from between the thighs in powerful, long spurts.
"My cliiiiiiiit! She cut my fucking cliiiiiiiiiiit!" yelled the elder woman, rolling from side to side.
Meanwhile, Geta got up clumsily, the shabby undershirt hanging on her shoulders. Her eyes were streaked red and she hit the elder woman right in the cunt, making her scream like a bleeding animal. Geta kicked her again but then, Delca yelled like a wild beast and got up too. The next moment, the two big women collided like two rams – forehead against forehead, embracing in a mutual hug. Geta plunged her teeth in her foe's shoulder, but Delca had been more precise and her mouth cupped the younger woman's left side of the throat. They began to bite concomitantly, violently shaking their heads, like two lionesses ripping their preys. Delca let a gurgling scream as the younger woman pierced her skin, tearing apart a portion of her shoulder flesh but, the next moment, the skin under the elder woman's teeth fully gave and Delca felt the warm flesh crunching in her bite, along with tendons and ligaments. A spring of warm blood almost choked the elder woman then and she realized that she must have ripped one of Geta's big neck veins.
"Hraaaaah…." yelled the younger woman, suddenly weakening in the embrace and Delca began to drill Geta's flesh with her teeth. She felt a cartilage between her teeth. By then, strong Geta was moving more and more clumsily and the elder woman sunk her teeth even deeper, eliciting a wet scream from the younger woman. Instantly, blood and air seemed to rush in Delca's biting mouth.
The windpipe! I got her windpipe – realized Delca then, biting for all she was worth.
"Hraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
This time, strong Geta's wet scream was unmistakable – she threw her head backwards, abandoning her attempt to mursecate the elder woman's neck veins. She still hugged her heavy foe, in reflex, but soon, her strength began to leave her along with her spurting blood, abandoning herself in Delca's killing embrace.
Meanwhile, the elder woman reinforced the hug while also biting deeper and deeper, crouching over Geta's bent trunk, until the younger woman collapsed in her arms, gasping only now and then. Geta's muscles gave in the hug and soon, her ribs began to crack. A puff was heard. The younger woman gave a long, deep fart that went louder and louder, until shit blasted off her asshole, spreading on the floor.
"Oh, mama…" hissed strong Geta. "No…"
However, Delca didn't stop. She kept crushing her foe in her arms, until Geta's strong trunk fully bent backwards. Blood was erupting from her neck with less force already, mingling with air bubbles. Her arms and muscular legs quaked in violent outbursts that each time lasted less. And then, her skin made goose bumps.
"Mama… she kills… me…"
"That's it…" whispered Olga, peering at Geta's last quivers. The younger woman's left nipple was now big like a cherry and a red froth had showed over her lips. She started once again and, for some seconds, she opened her eyes and she straightened her trunk, looking at the audience with perfect lucid eyes.
But then, the elder woman hugged strong Geta with all her might, successively crushing her ribs, exhibiting the younger woman at the audience. Geta opened her mouth for the last time and a dense froth poured off it before going limp in her foe's embrace, trunk bent backwards, arms hanging and toes barely touching the ground. Elder Delca rocked her in the arms now and then, provoking a horrible series of dry noises as the younger woman could not react anymore. Soon, strong Geta erected from head to toe and a deep rale left her wide open mouth and torn throat alike.
Delca let her motionless foe fall to the floor then. By then, Geta was barely breathing. She already showed the white of her eyes while brief flutters seemed to explode in her toes. Everybody was cheering Delca and it's only then that the elder woman cupped her womanhood, trying to stop the bleeding of her clit.
"I want this cunt to be thrown to the fishes," she told Laurentiu and she fell to her knees, near Geta, grinning in pain.
Moments later, they took Delca to her cabin. Before Laurentiu shut the door behind her, the elder woman saw someone grab Gets by the ankles and wrists, lifting and carrying her away, leaving a trail of blood and feces behind.
"Look at her cunt hair!" said Delca suddenly. "It's as if this cunt had been electrocuted..."
"I guess she'd been... You were like 20,000 volts for her!"
"Yeah... 20,000 volts. That bitch was good, but I was better," said Delca, finally smiling.
The members of the old gang had met just a week before, anxious to party out the 20 years that passed since they left Galati, their hometown. As teens, they were only small thieves, stealing wallets at the local market, or fighting the other gangs in the streets, but time had brought them into big business: drug dealing and 'flesh' trading. Of course, many had paid for this social escalade – most often by imprisonment, but also by moving for good in nice, oak coffins that adorned their memories…
Now, they had some really good time in the floating hotel they rent on the Danube's Delta. During the day they used to fish and drink, during the night they used to talk and drink. They remembered the good times and the old friends, they narrated their sad and joy stories, they made plans and so on…
In the third night, however, things got out of hand. Since it was an old friends' party, they had brought in their sweethearts and not the usual bunch of whores – later, they would agree that they will never do this thing again.
One of the sweethearts was Delca, a big and heavy curly brunette. She was 38. Her story was quite impressive and, during that evening, she shared it with her man's friends – but this is how things worked out in their world: let me know who you are if you want to have a good time near me.
As I told you, Delca was a big woman. She was 5'10" and she weighted almost 180 lbs. Her massive ass looked like a pair of watermelons and her thick legs were enwrapped in tense muscular fibers, while her belly showed only a little – she was much heavier than fat, as the others said and her broad shoulders were a good proof to this. She had an unbelievable puppet face, with big eyes, thick lips and a straight nose. She was conscious of it because she always talked in a girlish voice, although this didn't fool anyone. Her story proved it damned well.
She came from some Turkish village from the middle of nowhere and her frame and traits showed this near Asiatic ancestry – despite her height, she was what the Romanians called a down-assed woman… However, as everybody knows, the down-assed females are the best fucks and Delca was no exception to this rule. Laurentiu, her man (he was now the head of a powerful drug dealers' net) said she was the best sucker he ever met. He loved her, in his own way. Maybe he'd even marry her one of these years, God knows.
Delca had left home at the age of 14, after a most terrible fight with an older girl. The fight didn't surprise any of her neighbors: since she was a little girl, Delca was re-known as a pain in the ass. However, the fight had turned really bad and Delca left the other girl in a puddle of blood, unable to breathe anymore.
She decided to runaway before the Police showed up. She got to Bucharest and some small thug hired her as a maid/cook or something. Of course, he fucked her, thus offering her the "gratitude" of his wife. She beat the thug's wife in an epic fight and she got into the man's bed as his official mistress. She was smart and soon, she began to help him – she was very good at organizing the reselling of the goods he stole.
The Police finally got them and she was sentenced to 5 years in Gherla, a re-known prison in Romania. In a matter of months, she became the local "thumbster" – the name says it all. She got out of prison a little later than the 5 years (after 7 years), because she had beaten almost senseless an inmate. When she got out, her man was still in and she mated with another thief.
This one was some big time thug – once, he broke the Raiffeissen Bank in Cluj and he got away with it. Delca was by his side. Two years later, he was stabbed to death by a kid during a party at a club in Brasov and Delca slammed a bottle in the kid's head, killing him too. She was sentenced to 9 years, back in Gherla. And, again, she became the local "thumbster".
She got out of prison when she was 34. Her 16 years of imprisonment equaled more than an University degree in brigandage and she got back to what she knew best: mating with someone that was really good in his branch – she met Laurentiu, a very cautious drug dealer and she was still his sweetheart, after more than 4 years of cohabitation. He had a J-shaped cock and she loved it more than any dildo she ever used. She also considered the idea of marrying him someday.
"Delca… Did you have a nickname back then, in prison…?" suddenly asked Geta, another sweetheart.
"Oh, yes. They called me 'The She-bear', if you can imagine that…" answered Delca in her usual girlish voice.
Everybody laughed, Geta included.
"I heard of you" she said after awhile.
"Yeah? How come?"
"I was in Poarta Alba," began Geta, "and some inmates told us stories about Gherla…"
The others paid their respects, eyeing Geta from head to toe – Poarta Alba was another famous prison. Geta was Ion's sweetheart. As a kid, Ion was Laurentiu's best friend, but life parted them: he was now the best "flesh" trader in Eastern Romania.
Geta was also big and heavy: at 34, she was also 5'10", but she weighted "only" 165 lbs. She was a short haired brunette with long and very muscular legs and a most tight ass, hard as a rock. Her oval face was rather long and this, combined with her slightly crooked nose and small, voluptuous mouth, endowed her with the nickname of 'The Mare". Her breasts were also medium sized and her shoulders were extremely broad – broader than Delca's, in any case.
"And," went on Delca, "what took you to Poarta Alba?"
Laughing, Geta began to tell her story. She had a very low tuned voice which made everyone listen to her carefully.
More or less, it was the sweethearts' story in general. Geta was from a mountain village. Like Delca, she had also fled away from home. She was 13 then and she had a terrible quarrel with her father – she had stolen some money from his purse (to say the truth, she had stolen A LOT of money!) and he caught her. He wanted to scare her and he told her that she'd take her to the Police – she said OK, I won't steal again, but she did it once again after only one week.
Again, she was caught and, as her father dressed up to take her to the Police station, she ran away from home, hiding for a week in the surrounding forest. After than a month of uselessly searching her, everybody thought that she was dead and they stopped seeking her. However, she managed to escape the Police's net and she reached the closest town, Ploiesti. Although she was only 13 and not at all used to living in an urban environment, she found herself a shelter in the town's sewerage system. The people living there were widely known in Romania during the nineties – they were called 'aurolacs' because of their addiction to a volatile taint that they used to breathe.
Geta also inhaled aurolac but she soon found out that the taint was bad for her health and she quit. She was a good opportunist and she mated with a 17 years old aurolac, a strong boy to be more precise, earning herself protection and a better shelter. She lived, like everybody else, by small thievery. To her big luck, she was caught very fast and, to her even bigger luck, the one who caught her was, himself, a local thug.
He liked her. He took her home. He gave her a place to live, provided she went to bed with him whenever he wanted. Geta complied. It is him that taught her what Ion, her actual friend, called a "most wild and active fucking skill", but we will talk about Ion later.
She was 16 when her boss (let's call him like this) brought in another aurolac girl at home. In less than 2 weeks the two girls got at it, to the finish, and Geta wasted her. Her boss had all the pain in the world to dispose of the other girl's body and, although the fight had excited him a lot, he planned to get rid of Geta.
"He cheated me," she told the others. She was too young and she believed him when he told her that the Police had found the other's girl corpse and that they were looking for her. But, he also said that he found a good hiding place for her, somewhere across the border, in a friend's house. In fact, he had sold Geta for 500 $.
Geta impressed her new master with both her fucking skills and mind. Of course, he already had a fucking mate and, of course, Geta had to beat her in order to get in her master's bed. Soon, he began to take Geta in town.
The Moldavian guy was dealing with stolen gold, which he sold in Western Europe, especially in Antwerp and Luxembourg. Once, they went to the Netherlands, in order to meet some of his business partners, but it all proved to be a trap set up by the Police. Geta and her master were sentenced to prison and she was lucky to get away with only 2 years.
Prison in the Netherlands, she told the others, was nothing compared to what ensued after being extradited to Moldavia: at 19, she was taken away to the prison of Orhei, where her life changed fully. She was much thinner then and some of the other inmates were hard to chew even for the veterans, so Geta devised a full change of personality, as we would call. First, she avoided the others for as much as she could, while she also began to train some moves she saw back home, since her ex-master had been a Russian black beret. She had some minor fights in the beginning but she knew that soon, she would have to check the big game of the prison.
During these first fights, she found out that the formal training she had seen was nothing compared to the real thing – a real thing that she had mostly learned during her days in the sewerage: biting, eye gouging, hairpulling and cunt scratching were more rewarding than punching and kicking. But, the most serious lesson she learned was to never leave the wounded inmates behind – i.e.: better kill than leave a deadly foe behind, a deadly foe that was always chewing bad her defeat.
"I know what you talk about," interrupted Delca, while everybody else acquiesced. "When did you first learned that?"
"I was 19. The other woman was 29 years old and she was only the 'lieutenant' of our thumbster."
This also was a common thing in prison and Geta's tale was soon replaced by the other's recollections – of course, the men had more to say about it, but Delca and another sweetheart, Olga, had much to say over it too.
To cut it short, Geta became the local thumbster. In Moldavia there was not much fuss over a killed convict so, she got out of the prison without any supplementary trials. One thing proved of big help: during her imprisonment, Geta aided a lot an elder woman who had connections back in Romania and, when she got out, she headed for Constanta, a port at the Black Sea, seeking a certain Mr. Vulpescu.
Mr. Vulpescu was part of every illegal thing that could happen in Constanta. He noticed that Geta had a sharp mind and he charged her of discretely overseeing the couple who took care of his prostitutes' net. In a matter of weeks, Geta (she worked as a sort of a whores' supervisor) found out many leaks of what was primarily intended to be Mr. Vulpescu's money. However, one of the hookers gave her in to the couple and the two wanted to waste her before she could talk to Vulpescu. It happened in full daylight, at the office they had in Tomis Nord, but none of the assailants (the man, his wife and the hooker) could imagine that Geta could put up such retaliation.
She escaped the worse but the Police was called by the neighbors (the fight had been extremely violent) and Geta was arrested, judged and imprisoned. She was charged for crippling the whore and the wife.
The good thing was that she didn't say a word about Mr. Vulpescu. That's why she had a good time in prison, with a preferential statute among the inmates. However, a friend of the hooker who also happened to be a local thumbster, tried to take revenge on Geta.
"We fought at the showers and I finished her up. Mr. Vulpescu tried to get me out of it too, but there was nothing he could do more than plead that I was in self-defense. I was sentenced to 7 more years and they took me to Poarta Alba. It is there that I heard of you," she told Delca. "Delca, the She-Bear…"
"And you were…?"
Geta laughed.
"Look at my face! They called me the Mare…"
Everybody laughed.
"I heard of you too…" said Delca in her usual girlish voice. "Nice to meet you…"
"Nice to meet you too," answered Geta.
Instinctively, the two women peered at each other from head to toe. They were still smiling but a sort of strange lust filled their traits as they weighted each other.
"When I got out of prison, I met Ion," ensued Geta and she ended her tale in a humorous way, saying that Ion was kind enough with her.
"What you mean, babe?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"You never wanted to sell me to your business partners, even that you always say that I have the best legs and butts around!"
They all burst into laughter and they began to pour vodka and beers all around. However, Olga, the sweethearts' veteran, noticed a strange thing then – and it was her noticing it that brought about the whole thing.
The strange thing was that for some more moments, both Delca and Geta weighted each other thoroughly. Olga had been in prison too and this long peer was something she was never to forget. At her time, she had also been a 'thumbster', and this kind of glance was the one prefacing the fight, the BIG fight between two rivals.
However, Delca and Geta smiled at each other after a while and they drank a glassful of vodka in remembrance of the time they spent in prison.
As the hours passed by, most of the old friends got sodden – 'nail-drunk', as the Romanians call it. The sweethearts were also drunk and, around 2 o'clock in the morning, a bloody hullabaloo was heard all over the floating hotel.
By then, Olga was more and more obsessed with the idea that burst into her mind when seeing the two thumbsters eye each other so thoroughly. Besides, she wanted to enjoy herself big time. She wanted to feel once again the old thrill of the prison cells. She wanted, oh, yes, she wanted once again to see a big fight, one big fight between two thumbsters to be.
She went to her man, Mihai, and she whispered something in his ear. His eyes popped out.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded.
"This could be something we could all remember," he said, "but I better ask Laurentiu and Ion if they agree to it…"
Stumbling, he went towards Laurentiu – he was a tall and thin guy, with long, black hair and a crow face. Mihai embraced him and he began to whisper in his ear. In a matter of seconds, Laurentiu's eyes began to glitter.
"It would be fine, but let's talk to Ion. I wouldn't mind to it. My Delca will crush Geta's brains out, I'm sure of it."
"Are you sure?" asked Mihai. "Geta doesn't look too soft either…"
"I am damned sure that Delca could kill her bare hands right here, in front of everybody!" he said and he started to laugh loudly. The others asked what happened but Laurentiu placed his index on his lips.
"You will see…" he said.
Mihai went to Ion then. He told him the same thing and, to Olga's great relief, Ion began to smile. He tapped Mihai on the shoulder and they both went back at Laurentiu. Olga felt the thrill mount in her and she looked at the two thumbsters – they were engaged in a casual talk. Both were drunk, but not as heavily as the men and they could still put up a hard fight.
"So, you both agreed," said Mihai.
Both men nodded. Laurentiu asked:
"You willing to bet on your woman's hand, Ion?"
"Of course I will! 3000 euros will do! My dear Geta will make your She-Bear shit like the fat sow she is, you'll see!"
"Really? Then, why dontcha bet more? I'm willing to bet 10,000 euros that Delca will break Geta's back … You'll fuck your big Mare only in her mouth afterwards, because she'll never buck her hips anymore…"
Ion's face froze.
"Laurentiu… you really want this? You don't know what Geta is capable of…"
"Oh, yes, I want this! Your woman will lick mine in the cunt, you'll see. Are you willing to bet 10,000?"
"I am! Damned, I am!"
"OK, guys, OK," said Mihai. "I understand that you both agree… Now, talk to your sweethearts before I make any announcement, OK?" said Mihai.
"Right," said the two men in a voice and they went to their sweethearts while Mihai stumbled back to Olga.
"They WANT to do it," he said. "Pour me some vodka!"
Olga snarled. Laurentiu had already taken Delca apart. Pursing her lips, the woman was nodding slowly, peering now and then at Geta. Meanwhile, Ion and Geta had come nearby Olga and Mihai.
"Geta said yes," announced Ion in a joyful tone.
"Gosh, you are fast to make your mind, woman," said Olga.
Geta shrugged, casually:
"I thought at it from the very first moment I found out who Delca was."
"Good," said Mihai. "Then, you are sure that you want to fight her."
"Why not?"
"Well… she's big… she's famous…" he noticed, winking at Olga.
"I am big too," said Geta. "And famous. I know I can beat her."
By then, Laurentiu and Delca came nearby. He said:
"Delca wants to know who is better, sweetheart."
"Nothing personal, Geta, just curiosity," she said.
"I understand only too well," nodded Geta. "I am ready too. I could never stand another thumbster near me."
The elder woman nodded slightly. "OK," she said.
"Hey, hey, hey!" shouted Mihai then. "I want to make an announcement!"
Needless to say that after the announcement, everyone in the room began to clap hands and cheer the two women. For some minutes, they all gathered around the table, commenting and making bets.
"Delca's heavier! I bet 1000 euros on her!"
"C'mon, Geta is faster! See those legs and butts? I bet 1500 on her!"
"Yeah, but Delca has thicker legs and I know too damned well that a good pair of legs wins a fight! Always! 800 euros on Delca!
"The mind wins the fight," said somebody else. "Look at Geta! Her eyes tell you clearly that she'll rip fat Delca apart! 2000 on Geta!"
Finally, they gathered the money in a big pile and they spread around the walls of the dining room, while some dragged the table and the chairs away, leaving a large spare place for the two women.
"Wow!" said Mihai at the sight of the two females.
They were already in the middle of the room. Delca wore white shorts and a white undershirt that exhibited once and again her breasts, already moving up and down fast, in anticipation. She had plastic flippers in her feet.
Less than two feet away, Geta stared right in her eyes. She wore a pink pair of tight pants and a black undershirt. She had black rubber flippers on and she was discretely sweating under her armpits. She felt very good.
Their men stood quite near them but, as everybody knew, none of them would interfere: no one, never, did interfere when such a fight was held, no matter what.
"I guess it's about time, girls…" said Mihai. "Go!"
The two women instantly rushed at each other, grabbing a handful of hair with their left hand while punching with all might with the other hand. The audience began to yell on the spot, each urging his or her favorite as the blows fell hard and unabated upon each other's shoulders, bellies and faces in a tremendous pace. Soon, the two females bent from their waists, adding more strength to the blows – the first moans of effort were heard, as they both sought to crush the other as fast as they could. Both were experienced, you could see from the way they added their weight behind the heavy blows and they both knew that a fight had to be won in the first minute.
However, none got the upper hand, despite the growing strength of the blows. Suddenly, they split, as if they had agreed upon it while they stood embraced in that cheek to cheek savage embrace.
"You ARE good…" noticed Geta, a thin creek of blood pouring off her left nostril.
"You're stronger than I thought…" answered Delca, breathing somewhat faster than her foe.
"Go on, Delca! Get her at close range, hun!" shouted Laurentiu.
His sweetheart acquiesced and rushed in, taking Geta off guard by plunging both hands in her mane. She wildly pulled on her foe's hair, bending her in two and, before Geta could react, she began to kick her in the shins.
"Fuck you!" hissed strong Geta, pedaling forth with all strength and managing to push heavier Delca towards the nearest wall. The spectators split, allowing Geta to slam Delca against the wall, but the elder woman began to powerfully toss her foe by the hair. However, Geta began to punch Delca in the belly for all she was worth, obliging her to release the hairpulling. The next moment, they once more engaged in a savage exchange of punches, aiming mainly the face and the breasts.
A wild roar erupted from the audience as the heavier woman seemed to get the upper hand, forcing Geta to slowly retreat under the shower of blows. Suddenly, her punches got Geta several times in the nostrils and mouth, abundantly drawing first blood.
"Yeah, hun! Go on," shouted Laurentiu, covering the spectators' shouts. "You're better than her with the punches! Go on, babe!"
"Cover up, cover up, sweetheart!" shouted Ion at his turn.
However, strong Geta ignored his advice and, rushing through the punches, she managed to get the heavier woman in a powerful neck lock. The next moment, fuelled up by her sustainers, she began to drag Delca around in furious bursts, bending her in two.
"Get her to her knees, babe!" shouted Ion. "Get her to her knees!"
"Push her! Push her sideways!" yelled Laurentiu at his turn while the two females grunted heavily, each seeking to insure her own position.
Strong Geta began to punch Delca in the face while keeping her in the neck lock, but the heavier female briskly pulled backwards, trying to extrude her head from beneath her foe's armpit. The pace of the struggle mounted wildly, as Geta held the elder woman by the lock and punching her in frenzy, while Delca resorted to scratch her foe's muscular thighs and pull back in furious bursts.
Suddenly, the heavier woman managed to grab Geta by the crotch – strong Geta snarled in pain and she readily moved her ass away but, in doing so, she lost the leverage she had on her foe's neck, allowing her to break free.
And damned Delca was fast, as her sustainers assumed – the next moment, before strong Geta could gather herself, the heavier woman dived upon Geta from behind, readily embracing her waist.
"Ooooohhh…" shouted the spectators. "She got her!"
"Yeah, you got her! Go on, hun, go on!" shouted Laurentiu, encouraging Delca.
"That was some big mistake," commented Mihai towards Ion. "One should never turn the back to the foe during the fight!"
"Be careful, Geta, be careful!" shouted Ion but the heavier woman had already lifted Geta in the air, rocking her wildly. Strong Geta grabbed her foe's forearms, trying to release the pressure of the hug but, the next moment, Delca threw her sideways, slamming Geta to the floor.
A loud thud was heard and, as Geta got on her belly, trying to get up, the elder woman mounted her, preparing to get her in a suffocating neck lock from above.
"Yeaaaaaah!" shouted Delca's sustainers.
"Gosh, Delca is MUCH faster than I thought!" commented Olga.
"Fight back, hun, fight back!" yelled Ion at Geta but, although she was beneath her foe, she knew damned well what to do next.
In a powerful burst, she twisted beneath Delca, skillfully enwrapping in reverse her neck with the right arm and securing the lock with her other hand. Heavier Delca froze above Geta, taken by surprise by the swift maneuver. Moments later, Geta began to squeeze Delca's neck with all her might. The heavier woman let a loud grunt.
"Yeah, babe! Choke that bitch! Choke her!" shouted Ion.
"Hold on, hun, hold on!" screamed Laurentiu but his urges were soon covered by the hoorays of Geta's sustainers: Delca was showing serious signs of distress by moaning faster and faster while helplessly trying to pull back from the deadly embrace.
"Wow!" exclaimed Olga. "Your sweetheart IS strong!" she told Ion.
"You thought otherwise?" he winked back at her. "Go, Geta, go, crush her bloody throat, babe!"
However, heavy Delca began to blindly search for Geta's face and it took her less than ten seconds to feel her foe's nose and mouth under her sweating palm. The next moment, she began to scratch Geta's face wildly, preparing to eye gouge. Geta grabbed Delca by the hand scratching her but, by doing it, the strength of the neck lock weakened and Delca readily seized the opportunity by moving sideways in wild bursts, struggling to extrude her head from the lock.
They both began to grunt in effort. Geta secured the neck lock once again with her left hand, but Delca eye gouged her and, the next second, Geta released the neck lock, freeing Delca.
"Yeah! Good girl, hun, good girl!" shouted Laurentiu.
"Go after her, babe, go after her!" urged Ion.
Strong Geta swiftly got on all fours while Delca was still trying to retreat by crawling backwards on her knees. Geta's sustainers yelled madly at her and the strong brunette dived forth, head first, getting Delca in the belly and throwing her on butts.
"Yes! That's what I wanted to see!" shouted Ion when the heavier woman fell back on her butts, traits contorted in pain and unable to breathe properly. "Get her, now! Get her!"
Letting a furious hiss, the younger woman dived upon her foe, once again getting her in a reverse neck lock that she secured at her right armpit. However, heavy Delca still had the resources to get back to her knees and she pulled forth for all she was worth. Soon, they both got up but Geta had an obvious upper hand by keeping a powerful neck lock on the elder woman. The latter pushed again and again, however, slowly forcing the younger woman backwards. The spectators spread away, allowing the two females a full place to fight and soon, heavier Delca managed to get Geta near a sofa. Encouraged by her man, the elder woman pushed forth with all her might. The younger woman stumbled on the sofa and fell over it but she still had the lock on Delca – hissing, she hardened the lock with all might, making the elder woman grunt in despair.
"Yeah, crush her throat! Crush her throat!" shouted Ion at his woman.
Sitting on the sofa, Geta reinforced the neck lock, making the elder woman grunt harder and harder with every moment. She suddenly realized that she was only a swift movement away from definitely bringing Delca to a dreadful fate: kneeling by the sofa, the elder woman had her trunk right between Geta's muscular thighs.
However, Delca also realized it and she readily plunged her hand in Geta's lower belly, obviously seeking to get her by the crotch. The next moment, Geta joined her thighs in reflex and the elder woman avoided the worse. The younger woman leaned on her right side then, adding more pressure on her foe's head and hoping to deprive her of the much needed air, but Delca was still resisting while she snaked her hand beneath Geta's pink pants and pulling her by the genital hair of the lower belly.
"Fuck you, fat cunt!" hissed Geta. "I'll finish you soon, no matter what you do!"
The elder woman didn't answer. Her fast paced grunts, however, told more than a thousand words.
"Yeah, you got her well! Exhaust her!" shouted Ion. "Be patient, don't hurry and use your time to exhaust her! She has no way out!"
The other spectators were also commenting that the younger woman had all the odds on her side by then – heavier Delca had her neck fully enwrapped under her foe's right arm, the lock was secured excellently with the other hand and Geta needed only one slight mistake from Delca's part in order to fully get her between her thighs. Yes, all right, the elder woman scratched strong Geta on the lower belly, maybe she was even snatching some hair out of its roots but they all knew that during such a moment, a scratch did not do too much damage.
"Don't hurry, Geta, OK?" said Ion, getting close to them. "Just crush her neck, OK! You're doing good, babe, you're doing excellent! She can't escape this!"
Laurentiu lit a cigarette. His woman was moving clumsily, unable to free herself and she was breathing faster and faster. Suddenly, she began to move in brief bursts, but this didn't bring her the least advantage since Geta held on to the suffocating lock.
"Get her by the cunt, hun! By the cunt!" advised Laurentiu, but heavy Delca was still moving in these helpless bursts that seemed to get her nowhere.
"Yeah… She starts to lose control…" noticed someone.
"Puuuf… Maybe I should have bet on the younger woman, after all," said someone else.
However, Delca still had fight in her and, suddenly, she managed to place her right knee on the sofa, beside Geta's muscular ass. The elder woman began to breathe faster then, gathering her strength and, after some moments, she delivered a wide and most powerful punch towards Geta, blindly getting her in the collar bone.
The blow shook the younger woman; pain contorted her traits but she reinforced the lock even more.
"You're doing well, babe! Don't do anything else! Just crush her harder!" shouted Ion.
Laurentiu swallowed his spittle, scared to give the least advice, but his woman delivered another heavy punch, fully getting the younger woman in the face this time. Geta's head snapped sideways and Delca felt a slight decrease in the pressure of the lock. Realizing that this was her only way out, the elder woman gathered her strength and she punched again, adding all her fury to the blow. She felt that Geta had assumed a boxers' stance – anyone else in her place would have done it, protecting her face with the left shoulder – but this could be a good maneuver against a beginner, not against the She Bear, who landed the blow right where she wanted.
The punch fully got the younger woman in the temple and, for a too brief moment, Geta's eyes lost their focus. She gathered herself on the spot but elder Delca had felt her foe's distress and she went on with the punches, flooding the younger woman with a frenzy of blows that always got in the face.
"Yeaaaaaaah!" shouted Laurentiu when seeing Geta's blood spurt in a shower of heavy drops all over the sofa. His shout of joy was readily covered by Delca's sustainers' urges – they all realized that the younger woman was doing a big mistake: still trying to suffocate heavier Delca, Geta was not attempting the least maneuver to protect herself.
"Yeah! Yeah, Delca! Hit her! Hit her harder!" – they began to shout as the younger woman was slowly but steadily worn out by the blows.
"Cover up, babe, cover up!" shouted Ion then, seeing how strong Geta was blinking in fast pace, unable to oppose the blows. By then, heavy Delca began to hammer butt her foe in the face, smashing her nose and lips. Geta still held to the neck lock but it was obvious that her strength weakened. Suddenly, she understood that she had lost the opportunity and she freed the elder woman, trying to scamper away.
"Yeah, hun! You got her!" shouted Laurentiu when his woman mounted over strong Geta, pounding her in the back of the head.
The younger woman was dizzy, already, and she realized that she had to put a safe distance between her and the elder woman, no matter what. She burst forth, dismounting Delca, but she fell across the rest of the sofa. Acclaimed by her sustainers, Delca dived over Geta, pounding her in the small of the back. Geta sprung forth once again, landing on the floor, by the sofa, but Delca was after her, mounting her once again.
"Get her now, hun, get her!" shouted Laurentiu madly.
However, Geta twisted briskly beneath the elder woman and, somehow, she managed to interpose her flexed legs between herself and Delca's trunk. The next moment, strong Geta sprung both legs, violently throwing Delca backwards, against the rest of the sofa. Delca tried to get up but Geta snarled triumphantly and she began to alternate powerful kicks, getting the elder woman in the belly, in the chest and in the face.
"Aaah…"
Delca's brief moan announced everyone that the tide had turned again. Geta felt the adrenalin flood her brain and her blows became more and more systematic, rhythmically crushing the elder woman against the sofa. Delca was already giving brief yelps of helplessness and Geta's sustainers were giving howls, acclaiming the younger woman.
"Crush her bones, babe!"
"Yeah, you got her, woman! Break her ribs!"
"Aim the liver! Aim the liver and finish her once and for all!"
Delca realized that she could not hold on anymore and she crawled away, on palms and knees, towards the middle of the room. Geta followed her on palms and butts, still kicking her now and again but then, the elder woman clumsily got up.
"I'll fuck you up, fat bitch!" shouted Geta, getting up at her turn and flooding Delca with a shower of punches.
"Knock her down! Knock her down again!" shouted Ion while his woman followed Delca around the room.
The elder woman tried to resist two or three times but strong Geta was always getting the upper hand, forcing Delca to retreat. Finally, the younger woman cornered the heavier one. Delca kicked at her but Geta punched her in the face, throwing her foe in the corner.
"You're mine, fat bitch!" she yelled, throwing fist after fist at the elder woman. Delca crouched, covering her head with both arms and retaliating weakly, mostly by kicking. She heard the others yell at Geta, urging her to terminate Delca. She suddenly felt a hot creek of blood pouring between her round breasts and she began to breathe faster.
"She's scared, babe! Do her! Do her, now!"
"Hold on, hun! Fight back, hun!" yelled Laurentiu too, but the elder woman had seen it before, several times, back when she was in prison: she HAD to find a way out or else… She HAD to outsmart the younger woman or else…
She kicked back at Geta but the younger woman readily evaded the blow and connected back with a kick to the belly that almost split Delca in two.
"Yeah, babe! You're doing her! Go on, babe, go on! Kick her cunt! Kick her!" shouted Ion but then, the younger woman clenched her fists above her head, ready to hammer butt Delca once and for all.
The elder woman saw it coming and she told herself: this is my chance, damn it!
The next moment she erected both arms forth, in reflex, grabbing Geta's elbows and impeaching the devastating blow. A surge of adrenalin filled heavy Delca from head to toe as she realized that she had caught her younger foe off guard and she readily ensued with a head butt, getting Geta in the face.
A splattering sound was heard and Geta halted in her tracks. Her knees wobbled for a brief moment but she managed to regain her composure and she dived forth, seeking, who knows why, to get the elder woman in a hug.
She did it and, letting a furious yell, she raised heavy Delca in her arms, slamming her against the wall. However, in the next moment, Delca readily eye gouged strong Geta, making her scream sharply and retreat hastily, sweeping her eyes with the back of her palm.
"Take care, babe! She comes AFTER you!" shouted Ion.
"Get 'er, now, hun! Get 'er once and for all!" shouted Laurentiu at his turn.
A strange silence fell upon the room as Delca moved forth, taking advantage of the younger woman's momentarily blindness. Loosely embracing Geta's head, Delca steadied her younger foe, feeling a strange numbness grow in her – she knew that feeling and another surge of adrenalin filled her, in anticipation. Just like during the prison years, the seconds seemed to dilate, as if Delca had all the time ahead of her. Slowly, as if in trance, she joined her hands behind Geta's skull and she saw the younger woman open her eyes wide, in sheer fear – a low, almost endless hummmmm, was heard from the spectators while Delca recorded the whole situation in slow motion. Geta opened her mouth too, trying to yell a loud NOOOO but, in the ensuing moment, the elder woman threw a most powerful head butt that crushed her foe's nostrils and mouth with a horrible wringing noise.
"Yeaaaaaah!" shouted Laurentiu when seeing Geta's muscular legs pry briskly, as the younger woman could barely hold herself on two feet. Geta rested her abundantly bleeding face on Delca's left shoulder while her hands clutched on her foe's undershirt in the desperate attempt of remaining erect.
"Geta!" shouted Ion then, when his dizzy sweetheart was wildly grabbed by the mane. The elder woman savagely yanked her head backwards and Geta parted her strong legs even more, hardly maintaining her balance.
"She lost control! Geta lost control!" said Olga.
"Finish her up, hun!" shouted Laurentiu and his sweetheart head butted her foe once again, throwing a brutal meander through Geta's muscular body before shoving her backwards, on the sofa.
Strong Geta fell on the couch with a thump and, for a second, she looked as if nothing happened, simply sitting on the sofa. She even tried to get up, but her muscles let her out and she fell back, desperately propping on erected palms. A moment later, she began to slowly slide sideways while her eyes began to roll in her orbits. She could do nothing when the elder woman grabbed her by the mane, steadying her.
"You're mine, shit bag!" said Delca, eliciting a mad yell from the audience.
With her last forces, strong Geta raised her knees in front of her and erected her hand, as if trying to keep the elder woman away, but Delca savagely slapped her in the left ear, brutally twisting her head.
"Oh my God…" uttered the younger woman. Her right foot briskly fell to the floor. She looked in Delca's eyes, still having her arm erect and her left leg covering her in a futile protective stance.
Delca slapped her again – she knew that nothing compared with a good slap, provided your foe could not block the blow. And strong Geta could not block any blow by now.
A loud hooray erupted from Delca's sustainers as the younger woman began to gradually collapse sideways, as if she wanted lo lean on the sofa, unable to control herself anymore. She propped on her right foot while her left leg felt the air, as if seeking for something to prop on. Delca recognized the despair in her foe's movements and she dragged her forth by the hair, briskly bending her in two on the brim of the sofa.
Geta grunted loudly and tried to straighten herself but the elder woman kept her head down.
"Oh my God oh my God…" mumbled Geta hastily. Her breasts were swaying back and forth in rhythm with her heavy breathes. Her calves were fully pried away and she awkwardly grabbed Delca by the forearms that held her head down, in a futile maneuver.
"She can't take it anymore, hun!" shouted Laurentiu. "Do her! Do her, NOW!"
Delca launched a tremendous knee blow right in Geta's top of the skull, making the younger woman throb violently. Her hands instantly fell to the floor, while her left calf began to jerk in spasms in a most unnatural way, throwing her slipper some two feet away. Her left breast fell off the undershirt, dangling like a fleshy coil, from side to side.
"Gosh… Look at her nipple!" whispered Olga. "It's getting full of blood," she recognized the old sign of the woman in distress,
Swallowing his spittle, Mihai nodded.
"Yeah. I think she's done for. Too bad! I bet 1000 on her!"
"You give, cunt?" asked the elder woman in a coarse voice.
Geta was breathing in fast pace, spittle falling off her mouth. She uttered a NO and a mumble rose from the audience. Delca got her mane with both hands then, forcing her head even lower and obliging Geta to part wide her knees.
"You're finished, cunt… You give?" asked Delca again.
Geta again said NO and the elder woman kneed her once again in the skull.
"Omygod!" mumbled Geta, in desperation, as her body quivered uncontrollably. What the heck happens, she asked herself while recording the strange flutters that agitated her muscular fibers from head to toe. She tried to gather her strength but the elder woman kept her in a too folded position and there was no way to move.
A moment later, Delca got Geta's head in a reverse lock at the left armpit and she briskly forced the younger woman to her feet. Strong Geta gave a gurgle and she tried to hold on. She grabbed her foe by the massive butts but, in the ensuing moment, Delca pushed her against the wall, crushing her.
"You still don't give, bitch?" she asked.
Instead of giving an answer, Geta plunged her hand in the elder woman's crotch. She did her best to squeeze the elder bitch, but this infuriated Delca who began to repeatedly knee Geta in the crotch. Strong Geta realized only then that things were getting out of hand and, desperate, she tried to resist, but heavier Delca pushed her in brief bursts, finally cramming her in the corner of the room.
"You play smart, cunt, huh?" she asked, kneeing again and again the younger woman in the crotch, until provoking wet sounds that made everybody, except Ion, scream like mad.
Geta tried to cup her womanhood but heavy Delca kept kneeing her, harder and harder, breaking her foe's fingers in the process. And then, she began to throw uppercuts to the upper belly, alternating the punches with the knees to the cunt.
"Yes, hun! Do her, hun! Do her! Do her!" yelled Laurentiu and his encouragement were readily taken by the others.
"Do her, Delca! Do the bitch! Do her! Do her!"
"Do-her! Do-her! Do-her!" they soon began to yell, rhythmically, as each of the blows threw a deeper and deeper shiver in Geta's strong body.
Suddenly, the younger woman's arms briskly fell beside her trunk, hanging, while her knees broke. Geta realized that she had to give but it was too late – she readily understood from Delca's savage grunts that the elder woman didn't intend to stop.
"No…" she uttered feebly, making everyone cheer the dominant woman.
"Go on, go on, don't stop!" shouted Laurentiu.
A deep terror seized the younger woman by the guts and the next moment, as Delca hardened the neck lock, strong Geta voided her bladder, eliciting a most loud roar from the spectators. Even Delca was caught off guard by it and, snarling, she set Geta free only to straighten her trunk and choke her with both hands against the wall.
"You scared, cunt?" she asked when seeing Geta's eyes roll aimlessly in her orbits. She then briskly ripped her foe's black undershirt and, returning to the choke, she began to deliver head butt after head butt in her foe's right breast.
"Yes, yes, yes!" yelled Laurentiu.
"No! Noooo! Nooooooooooooooo!" screamed strong Geta, desperately trying to protect her breasts.
"Her tit will rend!" said then Olga, when seeing Geta's breast swell briskly. Blood began to ooze from her nipple but heavy Delca went on with the head butts.
"Nooooooooooooo…" yelled the younger woman as a horrible splash was heard. Blood began to pour in waves from her spliced breast but the elder woman had gone berserk by now and she kept battering the bare flesh, splattering and crushing and tearing the gland until the younger woman gave a most sharp scream.
"My tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
Delca set her free and strong Geta crumpled to her knees, cupping her torn breast. For some seconds, she meandered on her parted knees, delivering another load of urine before collapsing to the floor, face first. Blood was pouring in waves through her fingers, expanding on the floor in a red, warm puddle.
"Please, Delca… please…" begged the younger woman. "You're killing me…"
Unable to breathe, Geta rolled on her back, gazing in the ceiling. She saw Delca move around slowly, arms raised in triumph.
"Who's the thumbster, bitch?"
Geta closed her eyes, barely breathing. She felt a kick to her torn breast. She screamed from the bottom of her lungs and she got back on her belly. With the corner of her eye she saw a lump of her gland resting on the floor.
"Please…" she begged again, staring in Ion's eyes, but he averted his face.
"Please…"
"Who's the thumbster, cunt?" asked Delca again.
Clutching her teeth, Geta swallowed her spittle but then, the elder woman plunged her fingers between her butts, slowly searching her way to the cunt. Strong Geta tried to join her muscular thighs but it was too much for her.
"C'mon, cunt! Tell me! All these people want me to kill you but I am willing to forgive you… Who's the thumbster?"
As she asked it, she slid her index between the younger woman's labia.
"You know damned well that there's nothing you can do anymore…" said Delca the exact words that Geta had pronounced so many times in prison. She got me… said the younger woman to herself. She wants to kill me but she wants to play first… But, she'll remember me.
"You… you are…" she uttered in a low voice but, in the silence of the room, everyone heard her too well.
They all began to yell and scream, to roar and to shout:
"Yeah, she's your woman, now! Fuck her, Delca! Fuck her damn well!" they cried as the younger woman, sobbing, slowly got on her back. Covering her eyes with one palm while the other hand cupped the torn breast, Geta brought her massive thighs above her trunk and she parted her knees wide, offering herself to the better woman – as this was the custom in all the women' prisons around the country.
Delca acquiesced, looking around, triumphantly. She ripped Geta's wet pants, allowing everyone to see the younger woman's thick bush that covered her lower belly, descending in a dense crest over her cunt and between her butts. She checked her clit and she began to massage it slowly, nice and slowly.
Yeah! Being a thumbster herself, Geta could not resist to this and juices began to pour off her cunt, allowing Delca to penetrate her with the thumb.
"Yeaaaaah!" shouted the spectators and then, as this was also the custom, Delca briskly impaled the younger woman's asshole with her index.
This time, strong Geta gave a sharp scream – thumbsters used to fuck the losers' assholes, not the other way round. However, she relaxed her anal muscles, allowing Delca a deep penetration. She knew that this will hurt her less. Soon, she began to feel the numbness around her groin and she began to sway her hips, slowly, coming forward towards the elder woman's skillful rubbing.
"You like this, bitch, huh?"
It won't be too long, said Geta to herself and, as a proof, the better woman slowly took off her pants, preparing to mount on her face in the hoorays of the audience. Soon, strong Geta felt her foe's bush over her face, rubbing against her nose and mouth. By then, Delca was tapping her cunt.
Don't hurry, said the younger woman to herself. I'll do it only when she cums, she thought, trying to gather the most chances for her maneuver. She heard Delca moan faster and faster, encouraged by the others, she felt the taste of her thick juices and then, the elder woman suddenly froze – Geta felt her foe's cunt tighten briskly and, when Delca let her first deep moan, the younger woman readily bit her clit with all her might.
Delca's moan of pleasure turned into an endless howl and she jerked forth but it was way too late: the younger woman's teeth had bit deep, severing the clit in less than a second. When the elder woman fell on the floor, she was already bleeding from between the thighs in powerful, long spurts.
"My cliiiiiiiit! She cut my fucking cliiiiiiiiiiit!" yelled the elder woman, rolling from side to side.
Meanwhile, Geta got up clumsily, the shabby undershirt hanging on her shoulders. Her eyes were streaked red and she hit the elder woman right in the cunt, making her scream like a bleeding animal. Geta kicked her again but then, Delca yelled like a wild beast and got up too. The next moment, the two big women collided like two rams – forehead against forehead, embracing in a mutual hug. Geta plunged her teeth in her foe's shoulder, but Delca had been more precise and her mouth cupped the younger woman's left side of the throat. They began to bite concomitantly, violently shaking their heads, like two lionesses ripping their preys. Delca let a gurgling scream as the younger woman pierced her skin, tearing apart a portion of her shoulder flesh but, the next moment, the skin under the elder woman's teeth fully gave and Delca felt the warm flesh crunching in her bite, along with tendons and ligaments. A spring of warm blood almost choked the elder woman then and she realized that she must have ripped one of Geta's big neck veins.
"Hraaaaah…." yelled the younger woman, suddenly weakening in the embrace and Delca began to drill Geta's flesh with her teeth. She felt a cartilage between her teeth. By then, strong Geta was moving more and more clumsily and the elder woman sunk her teeth even deeper, eliciting a wet scream from the younger woman. Instantly, blood and air seemed to rush in Delca's biting mouth.
The windpipe! I got her windpipe – realized Delca then, biting for all she was worth.
"Hraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
This time, strong Geta's wet scream was unmistakable – she threw her head backwards, abandoning her attempt to mursecate the elder woman's neck veins. She still hugged her heavy foe, in reflex, but soon, her strength began to leave her along with her spurting blood, abandoning herself in Delca's killing embrace.
Meanwhile, the elder woman reinforced the hug while also biting deeper and deeper, crouching over Geta's bent trunk, until the younger woman collapsed in her arms, gasping only now and then. Geta's muscles gave in the hug and soon, her ribs began to crack. A puff was heard. The younger woman gave a long, deep fart that went louder and louder, until shit blasted off her asshole, spreading on the floor.
"Oh, mama…" hissed strong Geta. "No…"
However, Delca didn't stop. She kept crushing her foe in her arms, until Geta's strong trunk fully bent backwards. Blood was erupting from her neck with less force already, mingling with air bubbles. Her arms and muscular legs quaked in violent outbursts that each time lasted less. And then, her skin made goose bumps.
"Mama… she kills… me…"
"That's it…" whispered Olga, peering at Geta's last quivers. The younger woman's left nipple was now big like a cherry and a red froth had showed over her lips. She started once again and, for some seconds, she opened her eyes and she straightened her trunk, looking at the audience with perfect lucid eyes.
But then, the elder woman hugged strong Geta with all her might, successively crushing her ribs, exhibiting the younger woman at the audience. Geta opened her mouth for the last time and a dense froth poured off it before going limp in her foe's embrace, trunk bent backwards, arms hanging and toes barely touching the ground. Elder Delca rocked her in the arms now and then, provoking a horrible series of dry noises as the younger woman could not react anymore. Soon, strong Geta erected from head to toe and a deep rale left her wide open mouth and torn throat alike.
Delca let her motionless foe fall to the floor then. By then, Geta was barely breathing. She already showed the white of her eyes while brief flutters seemed to explode in her toes. Everybody was cheering Delca and it's only then that the elder woman cupped her womanhood, trying to stop the bleeding of her clit.
"I want this cunt to be thrown to the fishes," she told Laurentiu and she fell to her knees, near Geta, grinning in pain.
Moments later, they took Delca to her cabin. Before Laurentiu shut the door behind her, the elder woman saw someone grab Gets by the ankles and wrists, lifting and carrying her away, leaving a trail of blood and feces behind.
"Look at her cunt hair!" said Delca suddenly. "It's as if this cunt had been electrocuted..."
"I guess she'd been... You were like 20,000 volts for her!"
"Yeah... 20,000 volts. That bitch was good, but I was better," said Delca, finally smiling.
For JetZig
KICKSTARTER
Oh, yes, I have this fetish, I swear to God I have it, no use to deny...
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THE CALL OF THE WILD
(wild situation, wild talking, brutal and violent, bloody and the rest - don´t read it if you have a faint heart)
To the north of the Bucegi Mountains range there is an isolated valley, known as Valea Rasnoavei. The valley lies between the Bucegi and the Postavaru mountains and, since the nineties, it became re-known as a good camping place for those who want to escape the city hullabaloo. There is no village and not a house around – there is only a narrow road, the DN 14, connecting Predeal to Bran, that traverses the valley from east to west.
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INES STORY - ON THE ROAD III.2
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
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
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She lost her clit. Hope she has a big G spot to compensate. So gory and hot. Well written.