Translated from french. Enjoy this text.
Despite the cold temperatures in this January night, prostitutes had to stay outside in skimpy outfits to do their job so special. They dreamed of having a client, even old and horrible, that would allow them to refuge in one of the hotel rooms, warmed and yet seedy who served for their passes.
Each trying to attract the rare passers but almost nobody stopped. The few who stopped contented to watch them with a pervert eye, inulted them and leave, so proud to have humiliated a humble woman, sordid little fun of their miserable existence.
Sometimes there were other men, very young, often just major, who watched spellbound. For these young men shy and immature they represented the ideal of femininity and fantasm. Away and with discretion, they watched them for several minutes but did not dare approach because of the shyness, modesty or, more prosaically, for lack of money. Some girls, less jaded, appreciated these young fans
because they perceived an affection that completely lacks with their clients. Sometimes one of them called one of the young men in a hesitant French, and gave him a quick kiss followed by a bright smile. The boy went again after having a last look at the woman who was, for very short seconds, her dream lover.
Irina walkeg among these girls and she could tell the story of each one as they all resemble her proper story. Born in Russia or a country in Eastern Europe, she arrived in France attracted by a life who seemed so much easier than in their miserable families. At first she was leaving with a family acquaintance before having to fend for herself. And fend for herself, for a young woman without resources often meaned selling her charms.
Irina was happy to have been able to break free from this hell. Two years earlier, when she was 23, she had ended five years of prostitution, breaking contact with his former relations. Now she was engaged to Damien, an adorable boy and worked as a photo model in order to pay her studies to become a French/Russian translator.
She approached one of the girls and asked her where was Sergey. The girl appointed her, trembling, a nearby hotel where she could find it. The pimp always provoked the same terror among girls. What was normal and everyday life for Irina seemed actually absolutely unacceptable.
For several months she and her boyfriend were victims of various attacks. Flat tires, anonymous phone calls and threatening letters. Damien had even been beaten by four men he had ever seen in his life. She had guessed that Sergey had found and wanted to remind his good memory. But she was now determined not to let it go. He does not frighten her, he would frightened her anymore..
Irina went to the hotel that had been indicated to her, a few steps away. A nice comfortable hotel that Sergey reserved for its best customers and its most docile girls. In a hallway, she heard a woman screaming desperately. She rushed to the source of the screams and saw a young redhead woman, fallen to the floor, getting beaten up by two people, a man and a woman. Blows rained all over the body, the breasts, abdomen, genitals, legs. Everywhere except on the face. Irina guessed that she was a prostitute that was punished to make her more obedient to orders. She had been herself quite often the victim of these practices to recognize them easily. The young woman was not hit on the face because it would leave too visible marks and would be bad to attract customers. The two assailants could not be that Sergey and his faithful Natasha.
- It's always enjoyable for you to hit a woman, she told him full of contempt.
- Irina darling, it's nice to see you again after all these years, replied Sergey with all his usual arrogance.
- I know you follow me for months and it is you who ordered your men to attack my fiance.
- Your fiancé? Ah yes, the kind of fag who had his face broken by my men. You disappointed me a lot darling. I thought that after knowing me for 5 years you would know that this is a real man.
- If for you to pair to attack a woman means to be a real man I much prefer fags as you say.
- But she's nothing, intervend Natasha, just a low-class whore who is learned to be more obedient.
- You either you have not changed, Irina gave him, you remained the worst kind of bitch imaginable.
- And you shitty girl, do you think you've changed? That's it you've become a nice little student with French papers, the fiancé, the comfort. But you remain a poor girl who was forced to be fucked by everything that moves for 5 years. Do not forget it.
The two young women had furious looks. They hated each other when they first met. Arrived every two to at 18 years old, Irina from Moscow and Natasha from St. Petersburg, they were immediately put into competition by Sergey. They were completly different. Irina was friendly with other girls and they did everything to make theyr life better. Natasha saw them as rivals and always took great pleasure in belittling them. Sergey took the the two girls successively as seconds. While Irina had made sure that working conditions were decent, Natacha was using her power to humiliate the other girls and brutalize.
Suddenly, Irina and Natasha jumped over the other gaved slaps and pulled hairs. we could hear the I'll put out your eyes eyes fat bitch. Your mother would never recognize you fucking whore. . Sergey suddenly intervened.
- I will not keep such a beautiful fight for me alone. Let me organize it. I know customers will be able to pay fortunes to see such a fight of female tigers. Come in two days at 11 pm in the soil under my house. I hope that your fight will be memorable.
With that, Sergey and Natasha went Irina and leaving only the young redhead.
- Thank you, she said after the Irina helped her to get up to her feet.
- You do not have to thank me, I had the same life as you and I know how hard it is.
- I told them that I wanted to stop this business, for my daughter that I just had. I do not want my little Anastasia be ashamed of her mother. By the way, my name is Anastasia and you?
- Irina, she replied with a smile.
From that moment, Anastasia and Irina became friends and allies.
The following two days Irina and Natasha prepared the fight. Irina was used to fight the time she was a prostitute but it had been years she had not had to give a single punch. But her rage and her willingness to forget the past were too strongs.
In the afternoon, the two women received the instructions of Sergey. They would beat up in heels and underwear and should join him in an isolated house belonging to him.
The two women were beautiful but their beauty were significantly different. Irina was cute and pretty and Natasha was hot and sexy..
Irina was small, 1 m 57 and 46 kg (5,2/101,5). She had an angel face with wonderfulls blue eyes , an adorable smile and a blond hairs cascade that fell onto her kidneys. Her body was more proportionate with a chest which, while not huge, was very respectable. She chose a gorgeous lingerie lace which showcased and would, she hoped, effect on the public. She choosed very high heels that would compensate its small size.
Natasha, for its part, was much larger, 1 m 78 and 60 kg (5,10/132). Her face had a certain hardness with two black eyes that could pierce you like daggers, she had brown hairs falling to her shoulders. Her body was perfect with huge natural boobs of whom she was extremely proud and was drooling all men who met her. Her long legs were the other major asset. She chose a leather string together that did not hide the bare necessities and a nice pair of heels that she hoped, would become a terrible weapon in the battle.
The two women arrived in the basements of the huge loft Sergey. A hundred spectators, all men chosen among the best customers of Sergey, were seated around the ring. The two women quickly made their ring entrance, they had one wish, fight. Irina noticed that the sides of the ring had been placed baseball bats for some covered with barbed wire as were the ropes, bug boxes, chairs, tables. In short everything to make deadly weapons in this game and everything, absolutely everything was allowed and that was winnable by the abandonment of one of the competitors.
Irina and Natasha first looked with all the tension imaginable. Then attacked tou insult each others. Bitch, fat bitch, dirty bitch, fat cow, shitty girl, fucking whore and other pleasantries were exchanged stridently. The audience loved it and were already overwhelmed with excitement before the first shots were exchanged.
The two women rushed one over the other and grabbed the hairs. Each pulling with all her power and despite the pain of her own hair, absolutely refused to let go of that of the opponent. Suddenly Natasha, more vicious than her opponent, gave her a knee blows in the most intimate parts. The pain was unbearable and Irina was forced to leave the hair of her opponent. Natasha immediately took advantage of this position and gave to her opponent several punches to the face that had a dull thud and sended Irina to the floor. Brown haired took advantage of its dominance to get a baseball bat with barbed wire. A cruel smile graced her face as she was rolling the wire along the face of Irina causing injuries early in the fight. The poor blond could no more pain.
- Aouille, what you doing fat whore. You can not beat you like a real woman you're forced to use barbed?
- Shut little slut. Shut your big mouth now. Give up if you do not want to know the worst pain of your life.
In response, Irina spat in her face.
- Oh, it's how you take it. So you asked for pain.
And a sharp movement she tore the bra from her opponent and grabbed both breasts with both hands twisting in all directions and pinching the nipples. To increase the pain, she took the baseball bat with wire and rolled on the breasts. Irina's chest seemed to be burned with a hot iron.
- My breasts, my poor boobs. Loose the big sucker.
- So my little bitch, you're hurt your tits, but this is only the beginning of your suffering and OUAILLLLE.
Irina had come free her hands and clawed Natasha with all his might. Her nails dug into the skin of her opponent she was forced to let her go. Irina then lifted as soon as possible and rushed at her opponent. She was hitting, slapping, scratching as if her life depended on it. Natasha tried to fight back but no attempts were not really successful. Soon, the brunette was on the ground and the blonde grabbed simple baseball bat with which she could punish her opponent. Wanting to climb as perverse as her opponent, she essentially kicked pubis. She multiplied the blows, making Natasha scream in pain.
- AAAAAHHHHHHHH. My pussy, fuck my pussy. Stop it bitch STOOOOOP IIIIIIITTTTT.
- If you abandon me to stop torturing your pussy slut. The choice is yours.
- Never slut, NEVER. You will suffer so much that you'll regret of being born.
- Oh yeah? I'd love to see that.
Saying this, Irina pulled the string of his opponent whose pubis, already painful, would be subject of the worst attacks. The blonde took it and tortured in every way up to take the baseball bat with wire to rub against the painful sex. Natasha screamed, cried, struggled and finally managed to send a powerful blow up in the face of Irina, forcing her to stop the torture.
- LITTLE BITCH, you'll see what I can do.
Natasha managed to be on her feet and more powerful, led her opponent against the ropes, completely covered with barbed wire. Irina whole body was bruised by the spikes.
- So bitch, you thought you were strong UH? You thought you vicious? You're a little idiot who is not even worthy to kiss my feet.
Seizing the pants of his opponent, tore it, letting appear a hairy pubis. Irina does shaved more bikini since she was'nt a prostitute anymore. Natacha attacked these hairs, pulling with all his strength and tearing some. Irina managed to imprison the head of Natacha between her legs but it was not long. The brunette turned and cruelly bited the sex of her opponent.
- AOUUUUUUH AOOOOUUUUUUHHH AAAAAAAAOOOOOUUUUUHHHHH AAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH My pussy, why are you doing this big bitch.
Pubis Irina became bloody because of Natacha teeth shots and the blonde was forced to let go. Natasha took immediately to the beautiful hair of his opponent that drew long and cruelly.
- My hair, but what are you doing dirty slut.
- Say goodbye to your poor little bitch hair, soon you'll go bald.
Then, to put his opponent K.O. she gave him a strangulation which rendered unconscious Irina. To finish the fight, she putted her opponent on a table and Sergey complice, gave her a scale from which she could plunge on Irina. After that she wished to wake Irina up with a painfull hold forcing her to tap out. But Irina waked up before and, when Natasha was going to dive, she withdrew hastily. Natasha therefore fell heavily on the table that net broke in shock. She fell unconscious. After tearing the bra of her opponent, revealing her huge breasts, Irina decided to wake her by planting a few bugs in his feet. The pain quickly awaked Natasha. Irina then decided to tackle her breasts that provided a target. She clenched her with all her might, manipulating them and kneading to cause the most pain possible. The brunette could no more pain.
- AOUUUUUIILLLEEE My boobs, but what are you doing bitch. But stop you doing too badly. SSSSTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPP IIIIIIIIITTTTT NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW.
- Giv up big bitch or I turn your boobs into dogfood meet. Go tell that you give up.
- NEVER, she said, trying to struggle.
But Irina was well established over her, knees on her hands. Natacha could not do anything. The blonde continued to torture her breasts until the milk comes out. The white liquid fills the hands of Irina and the body of Natasha It became not only painful but humiliating for the brunette who decided to leave after a fight of a rare violence.
Irina won and no one would miss her respect neither to her nor to her fiance. She had wined the respect by fighting for it. In the audience, Sergey fulminated becauses he had to recognize the defeat of his protected but had an idea. A fighting tournament with naked women he could sell the places to an unbeleable price. He could earn a huge fortune and rejoiced in advance.
