This is an old story of mine I published in German on Diana the Valkyries site long time ago. German readers who do not know it yet can still find it there. It has three chapters which I will post today, tomorrow and on Monday. It is a story of extreme violence, so stop reading here if that does not feel appropriate to you. For those who read on, I hope you will enjoy it.
Chapter 1
I picked up my friend Ulla's cell phone and read the text message that had just arrived. I was completely shocked. I had only known Ulla for a few weeks, but I was in love with her like never before. She had a tall, athletic body, plump breasts, was toned in every area without looking like a cupboard, had long blonde hair that usually fell down her back, and mysterious green cat eyes that were probably what fascinated me most about her. She was 19 years old and an apprentice auto mechanic. "I'm going to kill you, you dirty bitch" - that was the less than friendly message I read, slightly stunned. I handed her the phone without saying a word, she read the message and to my surprise she almost smiled. "I'm going to rip your tits off, you cheap bitch," she muttered to herself and sent a message to that effect. I looked into her eyes, stunned. "What's going on?" I asked, half horrified, half curious. "You'll see soon enough," she replied kindly but firmly. There was no point in asking more, I knew that much.
She easily changed the subject. "It's time for me to introduce you to my parents," she said. "Is Sunday good for you?" It was fine with me. It had to happen sometime, so let's get it over with!
I had dressed up, jacket, tie, patent leather shoes, flowers for Mom, a bottle of brandy for Dad, I was ready for anything, it seemed to me. I was a little disappointed with Ulla's outfit, she didn't really look like me in her cheap cloth sneakers, frayed short jeans and navel-less pink top. But in true gentleman fashion, I kept my mouth shut.
Her father opened the door. He gratefully accepted his gift and offered to take care of his wife's flowers as well. He then led us into a large room, which was carpeted, but looked to me like a waiting room because of its sparse furnishings, a small tea table and four chairs. We sat down and talked about the usual trivialities of an initial search. "Your mother will be here soon," he said to Ulla. Was I mistaken, or did my darling become nervous at these words? I put it down to the situation...
The door opened and I couldn't believe my eyes. A woman in her mid-thirties came in, wearing a purple top, short jeans and fabric sneakers, just like Ulla. She had the same green eyes, but wore her blonde hair in a teasing stubble.
Like my friend, she looked to be just over six feet tall and had an almost identical build. Ulla stood up quickly and walked over to her mother. But instead of the greeting and introduction I expected, she spat in her face. "I'm going to break every bone in your body, you old bitch," she snapped at her, "Try me, you dirty little brat, but I don't think you'll survive!" I wanted to get up, to intervene somehow, but Ulla's father motioned for me to remain seated. I was as frightened as I was fascinated. Their voices and the way they looked at each other spoke of determination, even hatred.
Ulla kicked Birgit, as her mother was called, hard between her legs. Now there was no stopping them. Birgit punched her hard in the face and an open exchange of barehanded blows broke out. Ulla landed hard blows to Birgit's nose, always looking for the center of her mother's face to hit.as a target. Birgit concentrated on Ulla's chest area, constantly working on her plump apples. It was hard for me to bear, although I had to admit that it aroused me. Blood ran from Birgit's nose onto the dark red carpet, the purpose of which I now thought I knew. Ulla changed tactics and grabbed her mother's top with both hands, who did the same. The textile test failed in both cases, both pieces of fabric fell to the floor in tatters. Birgit now launched a surprise attack, jumping forward and pulling Ulla to the ground. At first she couldn't hold her. A ball of skin, sweat, breasts, legs, hair, cursing and moaning rolled around on the floor. I wished this moment would never end. Ulla's sharp scream brought me back to reality. I saw her left nipple being crushed by her mother's teeth. It was a brutal, powerful bite and Birgit was visibly struggling to tear off part of Ulla's nipple. This was no friendly tussle, I realized now. It was a fight to the death.
Ulla lay paralyzed for a moment, only her screams could be heard. Then she slammed her forefingers into Birgit's eyes. Birgit let go immediately and threw herself to the side, disoriented for a moment, giving Ulla the opportunity to get up. Powerful kicks came down on Birgit's chest from above, and Ulla's green eyes spoke of an icy will to destroy. I thought I heard a bone crack. But Birgit, who moaned louder with each kick, was not yet defeated. She managed to roll to the side, grab Ulla's leg and pull her down. Another confusing tangle on the floor, a wild scramble in which it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand. Then Birgit was on top again and I saw that Ulla was not wearing her pants anymore. Birgit pinched her private parts hard and again Ulla screamed in pain. But she pulled herself together and wrapped her hands around Birgit's neck, squeezing her in an iron stranglehold, her fingernails digging deep into her mother's throat. The question was who would let go first. Birgit's grip was more painful for her opponent, Ulla's was more dangerous. Birgit quickly lost her breath and turned purple. She loosened her grip on Ulla's genitals and tried to pull her arms away from her neck. Ulla had to let go as well. They both sat on the floor for a moment, exhausted, then tried to get up. Both managed it at the same time and both stood swaying. Neither thought of stopping. Ulla was obviously fitter. With powerful blows to the head and body, she drove Birgit across the room into a corner. The timid counterpunches were now noticeably lacking in power. Ulla was on top. She hit and hit and Birgit was already hanging in the corner, half stunned. It seemed to be decided. Then Birgit gathered herself for one last show of strength and rammed her knee into the already battered area between Ulla's legs. She bent forward and smashed her head against Birgit's. That was enough to knock her out for good and she sank to the floor. Ulla took off her shoes, stockings and pants. Then she worked on Birgit's right forearm, stretching and twisting it until she heard a clear crack. A bone had broken somewhere. Her father didn't stop her either when she opened a window, dragged her mother, who was slowly coming to, to it and dropped her six feet from the mezzanine.
Then she came toward me, naked, sweaty, marked, exhausted, but with the visible satisfaction of a winner. I was amazed at myself. The fight had captivated me, and I was almost sad that it was over. I hugged her and gave her a hot kiss.
Meanwhile, Ulla's father, a doctor, I learned, went to see his wife. Supported by him, both arms in plaster (the second one was broken when she fell out of the window), she came in a little later. "You'll get more of that," Ulla hissed at her. "That was your death sentence today," Birgit replied. Ulla's father said nothing and put his wife to bed.
Before I left the scene with my warrior, he took me aside and explained: "On Ulla's 17th birthday they had a boxing match for fun. They've been fighting ever since and are now bitter enemies. Can you live with that, young man? It's no use trying to talk sense into them!
I didn't know if I could live with it yet. But I should learn!
