I was in a recent conversation with 123Guy and it prompted me to start looking thru some of my files and found a few stories (not by me) I thought people might enjoy. Below is the first.
GYPSY
GYPSY CATFIGHT
by BarbAnne
I slid down and kissed Renaldo's gorgeous cock and slipped my lips over the
tip and swallowed it down. I took his rampant manhood into my mouth and
sucked and licked and made saliva and held it there while I hummed softly
in the back of my throat, vibrating his flesh and making him moan and groan
in absolute ecstasy. I felt him grow inside my mouth and then his hips
started jittering and he started pumping into my mouth and it was all I
could do to avoid being choked and then he came in a glorious hot spurt of
protein packed semen. I swallowed it down and sucked him one last time and
that was when Sophia caught us.
"Feelthy bitch Barbanne!" she screamed.
"Feelthy feelthy feelthy bitch! Ah Renaldo how can you lie with this
steenking feelthy bitch!"
I said nothing hoping to make a quick exit. Also my mouth was still full.
Renaldo hopped around dragging his britches back up. I flicked my skirt
down and fiddled with my top. Us Gypsy girls wear a sort of short sleeved,
plunging necked, crop top that only comes down to just under where my
breasts curved back into my chest. With that I wear a hippy, calf length
skirt and flat strappy shoes and sometimes a bandanna and always a lot of
necklets, necklaces and anklets and bangles on both wrists.
I thought maybe Sophia had lost interest in me as she continued to shriek
at Renaldo (her husband) and berated him and beat at his chest with her
clenched fists. But then she spun around and attacked me, pummelling my
tits with her fists and shrieking.
"Barbanne, beetch, I challenge you to combat!" she screeched and
unfortunately by then half the camp had gathered to see what all the
squalling was and the challenge had been issued and I was deemed to have
accepted.
The leaders took over and they announced that the fight was to take place
at sunset that very evening.
*
I arrived just on dusk. Sophia was already there. Both of us still wore the
Gypsy skirt and crop top and shoes and all of the dangling jewellery which
we normally wore. Gypsy girls fight in their Gypsy splendour. My shoulder
length frizzy red brown hair hung free. Sophie's straight black hair hung
to the middle of her back. She was about five centimetres taller than me
and whippily built and hard muscled. I was just skinny.
A fire had been built up and torches provided so that there was no lack of
light.
The clan formed a circle around the fire leaving an open area about six
metres square where no one stood or sat. The leader called us into that
open space.
"Sophia accuses Barbanne of adultery with her man Renaldo. How do you say
Barbanne?"
I looked down at my feet.
"Renaldo?"
He looked away and then said, "Let it be decided as you will."
The leader spoke again.
"Barbanne, Sophia has challenged you to combat. Let it begin and the winner
will be known to be righteous just as the loser shall be seen to be guilty,
either as charged or of lying."
The crowd drew back and Sophia and I started circling slowly, sizing each
other up and looking for an opening. My jewellery clashed and jangled as I
swayed awaiting my chance.
She feinted left and lashed out with her foot. I ducked away, backing to
the right but not quickly enough and her foot caught my hip. I grasped her
shoe and pulled, trying to unbalance her. It worked and she flailed the air
with windmilling arms and hopped on one leg and then lunged, gripping a
handful of my wild, frizzy hair. She yanked hard and it hurt like hell and
I lost my grip on her foot and she gave another almighty tug and I tripped
and went to my knees. She moved like lightning and got behind me and her
arms slipped under mine and wrapped together behind my neck in a full
nelson. She forced my head forward and pressed hard trying to hurt me more,
trying to crack my neck. I coiled my legs and pushed up off of my knees
trying hard to break her hold. I pushed through her grip and her hands
slipped and as I pushed up through her hold, arching my back, her fingers
grasped at me and gripped hold of my top and I heard the loud rending
ripping of material and my crop top tore down the front and fell apart
revealing my sweaty breasts and my swaying necklaces. I spun around and
grabbed Sophia's hair in one hand and clawing my other hand raked it over
her face and cupped it across her eyes, nose and mouth in a face claw and
clamped my fingers down hoping to shut down her nose and mouth.
There was a gasp from the crowd. Let's face it. I am not the most popular
girl in the camp. Too many times I have cuckolded my sisters by screwing
around with their husbands and boyfriends and I am considered a slut and a
slag by almost everyone. Their sympathies lay with Sophia and they had come
in the hope of seeing me whipped.
I clawed at Sophia and held on tight. So intent on this was I that I didn't
see that her hands were free until she drove a fist into my tummy with such
force that I wheezed and tears sprang from my eyes and I sank down onto my
knees again, my claw hold forgotten in the pain from my winded tummy.
Sophia grabbed my ripped top and tugged and my arms were lifted as the
material came away leaving me topless and sweaty and dirty and then she
lashed out with a kick that allowed her toe to connect with my sternum and
dropped me to the ground. She landed on top of me intent on a quick defeat
and looking to humiliate me completely in front of the assembled Gypsys.
Her hand tugged at my loose skirt waist and pulled it down almost to my
knees. I had on very brief, very lacy, floral patterned panties and these
were fully revealed by my dishevelment. Then Sophia had me on my back. My
hands scrabbled trying to restore some semblence of dignity to my attire
and while I struggled to do that Sophia caught me in a choke hold. She
really dug her fingers into my throat and my breathing was cut off and my
face flushed and empurpled and my brain started to sink into blackness.
I was waving my arms feebly and trying to concentrate my thoughts and all
the time I was sinking deeper and deeper into semi consciousness and knew I
was going under, almost stripped naked and spiralling to defeat.
I grasped one of Sophia's hands and tore it free.
A rush of air gave me new life and I struck her in the side of the head
with my forearm and repeated the dose and she lost her choke hold and I
managed to roll free and climbed to my feet hampered by my dragging skirt.
I kicked free of it and clad only in panties and shoes, I turned to face my
foe.
Sophia had sprung to her feet, cat like and with a look of supreme
confidence on her face. She well knew she was getting the better of this.
Before she could steady herself fully, I leapt into the air in a flying
scissors and wrapped my legs around her waist and brought her crashing into
the dirt. I used one arm to brace myself and squeezed my legs together
crushing the tummy of Sophia and driving the air from her lungs. She
flapped her arms and clawed her fingers and I crushed my legs into her soft
abdomen. I leaned across and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her
head up and slammed my other fisted hand into her forehead. I repeated the
dose and she whimpered and I struck her again. She lashed out and hit me
full in the mouth. I tasted blood between my lips and red with anger I lost
it and started lashing out at her. I raked my fingers across her upper body
and grinned ferally when I saw red stripes appear on her breasts. I tangled
my fingers in the material of her top and tugged with all my strength.
Buttons popped and I tore her top completely off. Her high pointy breasts
were revealed, naked and fully exposed.
"Beetch," she said through clenched teeth.
She slipped my scissors and we both jumped to our feet and grabbed each
other by the hair and started swinging wildly with our free arms battering
away at each other. She lashed out and kicked my knee and when I faltered
she started punching me, left, right, left, right, punches landing on my
breast, my shoulder, in my tummy, on one nipple and then she got lucky and
landed one flush on my jaw.
I went down stunned and half out and as I struggled frantically to clear my
head I felt her slip behind me and pull me up and into a sleeper hold.
My arms whirled futilely and she found my carotid and squeezed it shut.
I struggled in her grip, even as I knew that this was curtains for me. My
legs jack knifed back and forth, heels gouging furrows in the earth floor
of the arena. My arms were waving, but only feebly now. I knew they were
all watching. Watching impassively as the powerfully muscled arms of Sophia
wrapped tightly around me, strangling my throat, cutting all blood flow to
my head. Robbing my brain of the oxygenated red blood it needed to stay
conscious. They were thinking "It is only just. The whore who has stolen
the affections of Sophia's husband, Renaldo, is being punished. Sophia is
wreaking justice over the slut by first, stripping her and then sending her
into senseless helplessness."
My legs kicked out but only a reflex action now.
My arms flapped, my fingers flexed.
My head drooped forward, my eyes drifted shut and my mouth gaped open,
saliva dribbling rapidly down over my lips and running down my neck and
dripping onto my breast, mingling with my sweat.
"Barbanne loses," they sighed collectively, "justice is done."
My brain spiralled to a black dot in a whiteness of unconsciousness and my
body relaxed into the limpness of the knockout. As it did I orgasmed and
wetness stained my panties. Sophia felt the shudder of sexual release in my
otherwise slack body.
She crushed my carotid once more, viciously and finally and then lay my
comatose, deeply asleep, inert body out flat on my back. Arms outstretched,
legs spread, tummy rising and falling slowly, breasts rising softly and
subsiding back to rise again.
Sophia had successfully used the sleeper and had knocked me out cold.
She won.
Hers was the righteous cause.
There I lay in the centre of the dirt clearing, almost naked, only my
jewellery, my strappy shoes and a tiny ragged scrap of cloth, my dirty, sex
stained panties, covering my nudity and the clan left me like that for a
while as a punishment for my wickedness and my adulterous behaviour, before
they allowed my cousins, (my only living relatives) to come and drag me
away, my senseless body drooping and my hair swaying gently to and fro as I
was tugged along. My cousin Maria got help to carry me to her wagon where
she brought me around with a jolt by shoving a bottle of smelling salts
under my nose and then she lectured me on the shame and disgrace I had
bought on her family and on the whole clan before she helped me to wash and
clean my poor battered body.
*
I am a pariah.
Whore, harlot, common prostitute, adulteress and witch they call me.
The women spurn my company.
The men still seek me out.
And enthusiastically I fuck anything in trousers for the fires of lust burn
ever brighter in my mind and in my pussy.
I will be caught again but I cannot help myself.
I will be found out by some other wife, some other family.
And I will be challenged.
I will fight as hard as I can to defend myself, but if I am beaten, if I am
driven down, if I am knocked senseless and helpless to lie unconscious,
trounced and submissive in the dirt of the arena I won't mind.
You see, what they don't know is that for me, the knockout is the ultimate
sexual thrill. For me my submission to a stronger foe (and lets be honest
almost everyone in camp is stronger than me) results in the supreme orgasm.
I welcome it and seek it out.
I lust to be KO'd.
