Hello, this is a story about brutal mixed fight on the dark Age, Feudal Europe, Castles, knights, warring overlords, etc. Enjoy!
FEUDAL SAVAGERY
Central Europe, 10th Century. The darkest years of the Dark Age. The evil baroness Wanda von Struker was besieging Aquila’s Castle with all her armies, but the old castle was almost inexpugnable.
On a old stone house, the buxom baroness was interrogating a new prisoner. The baroness was a impressible woman, 27 years old, ivory skinned, 6,5 tall, 240lbs of steel hard muscle, deep blue eyes, short honey blonde hair and a proud pair of firm 42DD melons.
“Do you go to talk, you scum?”
“¡Never! I’ll died before to betray my feudal lord”
“Oh, yeah? Lest go to make a little bet. You look a powerful warrior. I challenge you to fight me body to body, a battle of muscle and skin. If you win, you are free. If you lost, you confess me every thing you know about the castle’s defenses: How much soldiers on the garrison, How much non combatants people, food and water reserves…
“And… if I refuse to fight you?”
“You died”.
“Rules?”
“No weapons, no more rules, no mercy”.
“Fine to me”
“¡My Lady” said a soldier “He is a very dangerous warrior, He had killed on combat seven of our soldiers, and we need four of our strongest fighters to subdued him and take him alive!
“¡Mnnnnnn! I began to believe I go to enjoy this fight. Have you a name?”
“I’m Sir Marcel D’puy, you virago whore!”
The guards open Sir marcel’s shackles and leave the room. Sir Marcel was almost naked. He was a veteran soldier, a powerful muscled stud, perhaps 35 years old, tall and heavy like the baroness, weather-beaten skin, covered by many scars of old battles. Black hair, brown eyes. The wicked baroness smile looking the huge body of her new foe. She could feel her nipples tightening, hardening, growing. Her loins began to tense and heat. Excited like a panther in heat, she dropped her coat to the floor, revealing her naked body. Sir Marcel’s shaft began to grow, looking Wanda’s curves and muscles. She smiles again.
“I can see you ‘spear’ is ready to joust me ¡Let’s fight!
Both feudal warriors charge each other, eager to come to blows, hitting anywhere they could. Baroness and knight stand toe to toe trading fist for brutal fist. Wanda loved the sounds of their punches landing as they hurt each other. She began to feel a hunger deep inside of her loins.
The brutal exchange lasted five minutes, with both fighters desperately pummeling each other with lefts and rights until sir Marcel nailed her with a hard right that really knocked her head back. This shocked Lady Wanda, and gave Sir Marcel an opening to bounce her with no mercy. Lady Wanda fought back desperately with fist and kicks. The enraged Sir Marcel jumped at her and grabbed her in a bear hug. He began to squeeze her ribs unmercifully but the wicked baroness was a skilled fighter and forced the knight to release her by viciously rabbit-punching his ears.
Sir Marcel was dazed and shocked for a moment with the pain of this attack. Before he could focus again, Lady Wanda hit him with two punches into his face and a savage kick into his balls. The battered knight fell on the carpet moaning and crying. Lady Wanda kicked him on the chin.
“Sweet, but too short. I waited more. Now you go to confess all you kno… Arghhhhhh!!!!”
Sir Marcel, badly beaten but no defeated yet, had gathered al his strength and willpower to strikes back, and had nail his fist on the baroness groin. Lady Wanda’s knees buckled and the big woman fell to the cold stone floor in pain. The knight jumped on her like a male predator stalking his prey, but this time the prey was another female predator. Both feral fighter rolled about over the carpet and stone, swapping punches and knees to each other's bodies. The knight put every last ounce of power he had into this battle. The baroness fought him by every inch. Sir Marcel’s huge shaft was brushing occasionally Lady Wanda’s wet bush. At same time, her big jugs rubbed provocatively against his chest.
After a very rough struggle, the baroness mounted Sir Marcel face to face and began to strangle him. The brave knight tried to strikes back punching her brutally in the face as hard as he could. Lady Wanda smiled salaciously before impaling herself on his throbbing shaft. Her soaking pussy readily engulfed his huge erection. Sir Marcel could feel the baroness vaginal muscles wet and burning, closed around his dick, trying to milk him.
Sir Marcel put all his maleness on this vaginal combat, sinking his prick deeper and deeper inside her like a battering ram. At same time, he was attacking Wanda’s huge breast with no mercy, grabbing, hitting, mauling, scratching and twisting them in corkscrew fashion.
“AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Lady Wanda screamed with rage and hatred as she ride and strangle the brave knight. “¡You cheating bastard! No man says not to me. No man can defeat me. ¡Submit!”
“¡Never! I go to crush you and rape you like a cheap whore”.
In a supreme and desperate effort, Sir Marcel was able to gain the upper hand and pin the big naked woman beneath him. But his prick was yet trapped inside Wanda’s insatiable cxnt! Sir Marcel was trying desperately to hold back, but he was locked onto a fucking machine, a primal carnal force. Both warriors then engage in a furious slugfest, throwing incredibly hard punches at each other. Sir Marcel kept targeting Wanda’s tits, his hard knuckles slamming into the ivory women’s mammeries like they were punching bags. The wicked baroness started getting upset and rocked Sir Marcel with some hard body shots, her angry fists falling like catapult stones through flesh to the ribs beneath. They could feel each other's breath on their face.
This slugfest continued for almost two minutes. Lady Wanda proved to be not only fast as her male foe, but her punches had the same power than his did. It looked like a stalemate until the virago baroness nailed the knight again with another hard right that really knocked Sir Marcel’s his head back, and knocking out two teeth.
Quick as a flash, the wicked baroness was on top of him and began to really hammering the knight, showing him no mercy.
-"You dumb piece of shit! Fight back! I'm gonna enjoy too much beating your scrawny ass into a bloody pulp to stop now!"
-You freaking whore! I go to ravage you, crush you and rape you all night!
-"OOOOHHHH YEAH !!!!" she moaned "I bet most women can't handle your big phallus, but I’m not a ordinary woman you pig. You are not macho enough to take me. Joust me, big lancer, and you go to find out who is going to rape whom!
In fact, Sir Marcel was tacking adventage on the vaginal combat, his big “spear”, jousting aggressively against Wanda’s voracious vagina. The baroness’s was moving expertly her cxnt, milking him madly, but Sir Marcel plunged savagely into her, with all his masculinity, sunking his huge shaft deeper and deeper inside her like a battering ram. The baroness matched him stroke for stroke.
As their speed increased, neither of them could hold off much longer, but Lady Wanda cum first. She felt a powerful orgasm began to overtake her, suddenly exquisite waves of pleasure pulsated through her body. Lady Wanda arching her back screamed in ecstasy as she felt a second orgasm, infinitely more intense than the first, swept through her body. The feudal knight took advantage of the situation and rolled on top of her, trying to gain control of their heated match. Lady Wanda was cumming like a wildcat on heat, but sir Marcel lost control and shot his male seed into Wanda’s hunger cxnt.
The wild warrior women can´t believe the macho had be able to outfuck her. ¡She had been defeated, outsexed and outfucked on the sexual duel!
Both fighters collapsed on the rough carpet, drench with sweat and completely exhausted. Both just laid there, to tired to fight more, but the fight was not over. It was a battle over absolute supremacy that can’t end in a draw.
-“Bastard”.
-“Whore”.
-“Animal”.
-“Bitch”.
-“Cocksucker”.
-“Harpy”.
-“Motherfucker”.
-“Witch”.
-“Rabid dog”.
-“Dike”
-“Poofter”
The evil baroness faced Sir Marcel and made a sign inviting the knight to the final battle. He accepted and ran toward her. She run toward him and their bodies crashed brutally, exchanging devastating hard blows. There was no sense of defense in either fighter as they exchanged hooks, crosses, uppercuts, kicks, everything. Neither gave ground as the toe to toe battle raged back and forth.
The evil baroness absorbed Sir Marcel’s most damaging blows without flinching, her rock hard body seemingly impervious to pain. Feeling he was almost out of steam, Sir Marcel fought with desperation, but after each exchange of blows, the knight lost more resistance. Lady Wanda fought like a savage jungle beast, determined to maul her prey. She take a bottle of wine and smacked him across the head sending him to the floor. She lost no time in mounting the knight.
The brave knight was in complete terror. He'd never fight anyone like Wanda. She was pounding his macho pride into pulp, but he refused to be beaten and began to fight really dirty and nasty, mauling Lady’s Wanda cxnt with his fist. The exhausted baroness could not believe that Sir Marcel still had the energy to continue the battle. This excited her as she hadn't been in many years.
Sir Marcel fought desperately to the very last, refusing to accept that she was losing a unarmed combat against a woman, but the wicked baroness was enjoying too much the combat to ending it too soon. She dismounted her almost beaten foe and stood defiantly over him, gloriously naked, her legs spread an her hands on her wonderful hips, her big breasts jutting out from her chest. She spread her legs obscenely and said:
“Come here, you bastard. Are you a warrior? Are you a fighter? Are you a MAN? Here's what you want," she said, gesturing to her naked crotch. "Let's fight for it”.
Sir Marcel was exhausted, but even with her face battered and swollen, her body bruised and covered with dried sweat, dirt and blood, lady Wanda looked absolutely irresistible, the personification of animalistic sexuality. The brave knight had a black eye. His lower lip was split and blood dripped from his mouth, but his prick stood out from his body like a flag pole. He took the invitation and charged toward the baroness like a snorting bull raining punches into her naked body: rights, lefts, hooks, crosses, with everything he had.
Lady Wanda had never been so excited in her life. She had fought several male warriors in combat, but she had never tested herself against such a huge opponent as this. Both feudal fighters stood toe-to-toe trading kicks, punches, knees and and even headbutts. The slugfest looked like a stalemate the first two minutes, but then, gradually, the female began to take the upper hand over the desperate male.
The knight was exhausted and desperate. He fell on his knees. This time Lady Wanda show no mercy. She never stopped hitting him with her fists, feet, knees, elbows...
"Come on, loser! My fists want more of your ugly face!!!"
Sir Marcel said nothing. Lady Wanda stood up triumphantly. She was shaky, bruised, and battered, but victorious.
After the battle, it was the time to enjoy the fruits of her victory. Sir Marcel was a true Macho fighter. His male tool was big, even in his defeat, and the evil baroness wanted that hunk of meat inside of her. She remounted him and slid down onto his erection, taking him deep inside herself.
“OOOOOhhhhhh yes. O God ... .Yes, Yesss ... . Ooooooh" screamed the feudal overlady loudly. She was experiencing a powerful orgasm as she crushed the defeated Macho man between her iron thighs. The victorious virago spent the night rapturously enjoying her new conquest, stripping him of any shred of dignity.
Aquila’s Castle fell the next day. Sir Marcel was forced to show Lady Wanda’s armies a hidden tunnel they used to assault the castle and conquer it with almost no fight.
Sir Marcel D’puy married Wanda von Struker two weeks before. The wicked lady had become addict to the longs, nasty and desperate fights Sir Marcel can give her, and she had become addict to masturbate herlself with his male hunk of meet. The next 23 years, Sir Marcel challenge her wicked warrior wife dozen of times. They fought on the bedrooms, they battled on the stables, they clashed on the dry fields of summer, they wrestle on the snow, they struggled for supremacy on the dark woods, they trade blows on the muddy shore of a river, they attacked savagely each other on a lonely garden. But the wild warring wife defeat him on the bedrooms, crush him on the stables, make him bite the dust on the dry fields of summer, battered him on the snow, overpower him on the dark woods, kick his ass on the muddy shore of a river and conquered him on the castle’s garden.
After perhaps more than one thousand fights, Sir Marcel only had won 37 combats. They had 8 sons and daughters, but only 2 were of Sir Marcel’s blood, because Lady Wanda had many boyfriends, lovers, sex toys and studs. It was an “open marriage”, and Sir Marcel can had his own girlfriends, mistress, concubines and lovers, but only if Sir Marcel can defeat her in battle, or if the “other woman” can defeat Lady Wanda. No women can beat the evil baroness, in spite the poor Sir Marcel had some hopes about the huge blacksmith daughter, a rought “queen of Bandits”, a very ambitious tomboy landlady, a female assassin doomed to death, the huge and rought madame of a whorehouse or the strongwomen of a circus. All this powerful and dangerous women ending like slaves of Lady Wanda’s lesbian clandestine harem.
