Gipsy Girl

[Ulli]

Please excuse any spelling mistakes in advance.

Sandra and I worked for a security company. During the Corona pandemic, our boss was swamped with orders, which meant endless overtime for us. We had already spent many shifts together and also some time apart outside of work. Since we were both single, we occasionally shared a bed. Neither of us was interested in a long-term relationship, especially when you're only home every three weekends. But that's beside the point.
Our boss assigned us to a hospital for the next six months to control access and enforce Corona regulations. Easy work in a pleasant environment. The hospital staff practically kissed our feet when the long-awaited security team finally arrived. We had a warm and dry workplace, could take advantage of all employee discounts, had free coffee 24/7, and for minor ailments, we were sometimes given a few headache tablets or a bandage outside of official channels.

It was around 11:00 PM. Sandra was on her rounds and I was sitting at reception when a group of women approached me. One of them, clearly very pregnant, was holding her belly and being supported by two others. A fourth woman was walking behind the group of three. All four women wore dark clothing, somewhat worn but not unkempt. They spoke Romani, a widely spoken language among Sinti and Roma. A language I was familiar with. Contrary to the tradition of not settling down anywhere, my clan, or rather my family, had decided to move with the times and had a permanent residence not far from the hospital where I was currently working. Nevertheless, we still maintained the old traditions.

I greeted them warmly. The woman in the back addressed me.
"My sister is having your baby!" "
Well, congratulations then," I said politely. I took the swabs, recorded the pregnant woman's temperature, and requested a nurse with a wheelchair.
It wasn't long before the pregnant woman was taken away. The other three women followed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"You have to wait here!" "
What do you mean, wait?" "
You're not allowed to go in." "
What's the meaning of this? I'm the nurse." "
I'm sorry, only pregnant women and the father are allowed in!" "
Father? He has to work!" "
I'm sorry!"
Meanwhile, Sandra returned. I informed her about the situation. She nodded and greeted the group politely. But the spokeswoman seemed somewhat aggressive.Whether it was solely due to her character or whether she felt misunderstood could not be determined at this time.
"Hey, what do you want?"
Sandra reacted, somewhat surprised. "Nothing, I just said good evening!" "
Then shut your mouth, bitch!" came the retort.
Okay, this smells like trouble, I thought to myself. I knew that Sandra was a kind-hearted person, but she never let anyone tell her what to do or insult her. "
Listen up, girl, I'm only saying this once: Sit down right there and shut your trap!" Sandra straightened her 180cm and 80kg fighting weight. "
What's up, fat whore? You want to fight!" The dark-haired girl raised her fists. I'd guess she was just under 170cm and 60kg.
The other two were a bit shorter but about the same weight.
"Girl, if I punch you, you'll be punching me in the bus stop across the street!"
I couldn't suppress a grin and a chuckle after that.
Clearly aware that she stood no chance against Sandra, she turned to me.
"You got a problem? I'll take you both down..." I
was starting to get fed up. "
Listen! Leave the hospital right now. You're banned!" "
Sure, no fighting, you cowards! Now you're strong because there are two of you!" She cursed something in my face and spat at my feet. Then she turned back to Sandra.
"If I see you again, I'll take you down!" "
Yeah, go ahead and start!" "
Sandraaaaa!" "
What? She wants to fight."
"When will you be finished with work?" "
Tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m." "
Okay, come here at 8:00 a.m." She typed something on her phone, then showed us a spot a few kilometers away.
"Yes, I'll be there," Sandra grinned.
The dark-haired woman spoke to the other two in her own language. Then they moved away.
"You're not planning on meeting up with her tomorrow to fight, are you?" "
Sure, why not?" "
Does he know who she is? "
"Nope, but it doesn't matter, right? She wants to fight, some people need that."
I knew Sandra always did what she promised. I quickly checked the name she'd given me again and looked at the list of people who were banned from the premises.
"I thought so. They're from the Eagle Clan. Almost everyone here is banned." "
So what?" "Do you think they'll come tomorrow with the whole clan to beat me up?" "
You can bet on it!" "
Then you'll have to come with me!"
I sighed. Sandra always did everything she said. I had no choice.
"Oh man, Sandra,""Why do you always have to be so direct?"
She grinned, then she took me in her arms and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "It'll be quick tomorrow morning!" she smiled.
The rest of the night passed without incident. Our replacement arrived on time, and Sandra and I drove to our hotel. Then Sandra entered the address into the GPS that Romie, the speaker from the previous evening, had given us.
A last attempt to stop Sandra failed, and so I reluctantly drove to the location. My hope that Romie might not be there after all faded when I saw the old Mercedes. Romie was there with her two sisters from the previous evening. There was no one else to be seen. She was warming up, using her sisters as sparring partners. We parked the car and walked towards her. She grinned cheerfully and approached us. When she stood facing us, her smile faded, and a cold stare met ours. Romie was wearing black boxer shorts and a black T-shirt. Her dark hair was roughly tied back in a ponytail. The woman was considerably more muscular than I had expected.
"All right!" she said. "You insulted my honor, therefore I demand a fight on Jalan Beku..." "
Okay, I know the rules," I interrupted.
Romie smiled. In Romani, she simply said, "Three rounds!"
I swallowed and nodded, making one last attempt to de-escalate the situation. "Listen, this isn't getting us anywhere. Why are you so eager to fight?" "
Germans are always just talking, talking. You insulted me, my honor, you know? Talking is over now. It's time to fight!"
Sandra was already rolling up her sleeves. "The bitch doesn't get it. Come on, let's get started, I want to go to bed." She walked purposefully toward the shorter woman. I had seen Sandra grab hold of someone a few times before, so I knew what she was capable of.
I held her back.
"What? I'll just slap her and that'll be that." "
No, it's not that simple. I'll just explain the rules to you." Listen carefully: The fight lasts three rounds, but we can't have a third. Therefore, only two rounds will be fought today. In the first round, your hands will be tied together, opposite each other. As the challenger, you have the choice of left or right. Romie will have to take the other side. Then you'll box and punch until one of you goes down. Pulling on the rope or the tied wrist strap is also allowed. Whoever goes down first loses. The loser can then give up the fight or demand a second round. In the second round, your hands remain tied, and you may now use other techniques. You fight until the first drop of blood is drawn. It's best if you give her a good punch in the nose right away. That will satisfy her honor.Understood?"
"Clear as mud, what about the third round?" "
It's just a tradition from old customs, no longer practiced, too dangerous. Okay, if you're finished, I can have a go too, she challenged us both." "
The third ruuunds?"
I hesitated a bit, but Sandra persisted. I sighed. "
Well, the third round hasn't been played for several years now. There are very few traditions that go back to the Middle Ages. Back then...!"
"Don't babble, it can't be that bad." "
Okay. In the third round, there are no rules. Anything goes. The fighters wear nothing but shorts, and their hands are free. Each fighter gets a knife, and they fight to the death." "
Okay, I understand!"
Then Sandra approached Romie. The other two women pulled out a braided cord about a meter long and tied the two opponents together. As soon as the seconds left, the two women moved in a circle. Romie bared her teeth.
Sandra used her height and weight advantage to grab the smaller woman. But Romie punched her in the large belly. She took the first blow, and the second as well. Then she grabbed the dark-haired woman's tied hand, twisted her arms downwards, and simply slapped her hard across the face.
Romie plopped onto her backside. Sandra stood in front of her and planted both fists on her hips.
"Is that it?"
Romie glared at her. Like a raging bull, she reared up and charged forward. Her two companions cheered her on. Even before she'd fully launched herself into the fight, she shouted, "Second round!" She rammed her head into Sandra's body, grabbed her, and brought my colleague down with a powerful kick. The two women crashed to the ground. Romie was in a frenzy. In one swift motion, she jumped on Sandra, pinned her arms with her legs, and delivered a series of resounding slaps. Fists rained down on her face. I was shocked. I had never seen a woman fight with such brutality, and I had never seen my colleague so helpless on her back. After several blows, the fight was over. Sandra signaled her surrender. With a bloody nose, she came over to me.
"Give that little bitch a good thrashing," she said. Then she fetched the first-aid kit from the car to tend to her nose.

Romie was already ready for the next round. I walked towards her. I could see a few small drops of blood on her face. Probably from Sandra.
The other two women cut the cord, Romie keeping hers as a symbol of victory. Only then did I notice that she wore three more cords on her left wrist and one on her right - victory trophies. It was immediately clear to me that she and her clan probably held these honorary fights quite often. In our family, we also fought occasionally, but more for tradition and entertainment. Back then, I fought against my sisters or cousins. Once, we fought a third round because my cousin had lost to my sister. She was visibly furious and wanted a third round. The fight went on until my cousin collapsed from exhaustion. I remember it vividly. The blood on the floor, my sister howling and gasping for breath, perched above our cousin. The fight had driven a wedge between them, and it took months to mend the wounds. In the meantime, our hands had been bound together. Romie circled me, and I followed her. Then she lunged forward. She tried the same tactic as with Sandra, but I suspected as much. I dodged to the side and landed a right hook on her uppercut. Romie's head snapped sideways. I tried to land a hook on her side with my tied hand, but she blocked it, so my fist missed. Then she countered with jabs and punches. She drove me backward. I raised my guard as best I could, stopped abruptly, and let her run into me. We collided. I pushed her away and started hitting back. First, three or four times to the kidney. Romie covered her side, I kept hitting it, then suddenly switched to her upper body, a straight punch catching her unexpectedly and without her guard, right on the forehead. She staggered. With my other hand, I shoved her chest, and Romie landed on her backside again. My breath came in short gasps, and I could feel the sweat under my T-shirt.
Romie just glared at me hatefully but said nothing; she just stayed seated. I offered her my hand to help her up. She slapped it away and demanded a second round.
I nodded.
The dark-haired woman stood up, breathing heavily too. We slowly circled each other. Like two predators, we stared at one another. It was silent, only our breathing and the sound of footsteps on the morning dew in the grass could be heard. We reacted simultaneously, colliding and clinging to each other. I felt her hot breath on my neck and her breasts against my body. Her nipples were stiff and hard, much like mine. The adrenaline was practically palpable. We tried to trip each other up, our arms wrapped so tightly around each other's torsos that there was no escape. I had to admit, the smaller one was strong. But I wasn't without strength either. I went running or to the gym two or three times a week, and twice a year, my employer required self-defense training. Our struggle lasted several minutes. Neither of us wanted to release the hold, and neither of us wanted to be on the ground after a fall. Then, a small unevenness, a misstep... whatever it was, we crashed to the ground. The hard impact knocked the air from our lungs, and we groaned. Still entwined like lovers, we rolled through the damp grass. Romie clutched my hair tightly. I grabbed her face. My nails dug deep into her cheek, and she screamed. I pulled my hand down, leaving deep welts.
"Council!! Blood!" I shouted. A grin spread across my face. At the same moment, I released my opponent. She stroked her cheek and examined her hand.
"You fight like a girl--" she said
. "Second round--until the first drop of blood, that's how Jalan Beku says it." "
That wasn't fair! You're violating our people's traditions!" "
No, you're using them to fight!"
I removed the cord and stood up. My T-shirt was ruined, torn at the collar, its once-white color stained with sweat, dirt, and grass. Without further ado, I took it off and threw it at Romie's feet.
I turned around and went to the car. Then I heard her two companions shout something. A hard blow hit me in the back. Romie had taken a running start and jumped on my back. She gripped my neck so tightly that I had trouble breathing. The impact made me stagger forward slightly. I felt a foot in the back of my knee and I dropped to my knees. Romie shifted even more weight onto my back and head, and I fell forward. Still falling forward, I used the momentum to do a roll. I rolled over the small, dark-haired woman and landed in front of her. She had lost the chokehold, so our heads were now directly against each other. Romie did a backward roll and landed on top of me in a schoolgirl pin. She immediately wound up to punch me. At the last second, I blocked the punch and guided her power hand past my face. Her fist slammed into the soft clay soil. I pinned her arm and one leg. Then I rolled over with her and switched positions. Now I was in the schoolgirl pin on top of Romie. I quickly grabbed her arms and pushed them over her head. My legs wrapped around hers and spread them wide apart.
I glared at her angrily:
"Jalan Beku!" I snarled, "You attacked me!! Do you seriously want to fight a third round?"
She wriggled slightly out from under me. Then she smiled lustfully and licked her lips.
I turned to Sandra. She was still icing her nose but had been watching the fight.
Horrified, I looked at her
 . "Don't look at me like that? You guys made the rules." "
Don't let the fight end!" shouted one of the two black-haired girls at the side
. "Why not?" "
I demand a third round!" came a voice from beneath me.
"You're insane
." The little one started screaming wildly, bucking, and kicking. She tried to bite and scratch. Eventually, she got a hand free and ran her nails across my face. I screamed and let go to protect my face. That's what Romie had been waiting for. She crawled out from under me and stood up. She was quick; even while I was still on my knees, I got a kick in the chest and a punch in the face. I toppled sideways, and in no time, Romie was sitting on top of me again. She smiled smugly and greedily grabbed my breasts. The sports bra was the only thing still protecting them
. "You horny slut! Fuck yourself!" I spat in her face.
Romie's expression hardened. Her right hand moved downwards. Then she grabbed my crotch. Hard. I felt pain and arousal at the same time. An overdose of adrenaline shot through my body like lightning. I threw my head back with pleasure and inhaled the cold morning air deeply. Then came the rage at this humiliation. This unfair grip opened the door to the next level of escalation. I gripped her hair tightly with my hands. With quick, jerky movements, I twisted my opponent's head in every direction. It wasn't long before Romie was off me. I stood up, still holding her braid and the back of her head. With my other hand, I made a fist. I pulled her towards me and landed two punches to her stomach and an uppercut. At the same time, I released her, and Romie collapsed to the ground.
 My whole body burned. My breath came in gasps. I felt every muscle, every fiber of my being. I ripped my bra off and threw it to the ground. Romie was still lying in front of me. She tried to get up, but as she stood, I kicked her, sending her sprawling back down. A short moan, then a deadly glare from her. She got to her feet again. I kicked her in the chest once more, and again she went down. Romie was on all fours. I pushed her over so she was on her back and continued my assault. My knee and lower leg pressed down on her neck and throat.
Romie coughed and gagged under the pressure.
"Stay down there before I show you what real pain is!" I hissed. Her gaze was murderous. I knew she wouldn't give up until she collapsed from exhaustion. She pressed both hands against my knee, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her neck. But I resisted. I enjoyed her desperate attempt a little.
"Give up," I demanded.
But she didn't answer. I increased the pressure.
"Just give up already, you've lost."
Gasping for air, she mumbled something. I couldn't understand it. I lifted my knee to let her breathe.
"cxnt" came out of her mouth. "Fight to the death? Yeah, old tradition--you can have it."
I didn't take the threat seriously. Romie was breathing heavily, clearly shocked by the sensation of being strangled during a fight.
I stood up again and waited for her reaction.
She stood up too. She took off her T-shirt and was now only wearing her boxer shorts. We had both already lost our shoes. My socks were soaked through from the damp, cold ground, and my uniform trousers with their many pockets had proven rather impractical for a hard fight.
Romie stood there--ready to fight.
"What is it, blonde bitch--do we keep fighting?" I didn't feel like fighting anymore. But I knew that if I chickened out now, it would be a loss of face in Romie's worldview. That would only cause problems in the future and undermine my authority over her.

I gestured for her to take a short break. Romie paced back and forth like a predator, her fists clenched and her eyes fixed on me. She spat and hurled insults at me. She was practically burning for a fight. Always the same with the clans and their honor.
I took off my pants and laid them aside. Then I waved to Romie.
"Come on, bitch, let's finish this!" I was taller than Romie and had practiced a few self-defense techniques, but otherwise, I was inexperienced in fighting. Romie, on the other hand, had already fought several battles. The dark-haired woman grinned, her breath coming in quick gasps and her gaze determined--she was fired up and burning to keep fighting. With a semicircular motion of her head, she tossed her hair back, then slapped her hand together with her fist and charged at me. I saw the fighting spirit and the hunger in her eyes. In that moment, I knew this woman would never give up.
Then she paused.
"Jalan Beku," she said calmly. Then she pulled off her boxer shorts. She was only wearing a red thong, nothing else.
I nodded and took off the rest of my clothes as well. I even went without the thong. Nothing, absolutely nothing, should serve as an aid to this psycho.
The other two girls brought a black suitcase and placed it between us. They opened it and went back. Inside, wrapped in red velvet, were two daggers with ornate ivory handles. The blades were shiny and oiled. They tapered to a point and were sharpened on both sides.

Dear fans and readers, I deliberately left the ending open. Please write in the comments which ending you would like.

1. The fight is completed as Jalan Beku demands.
2. Someone else ends the feud.
3. The two reach an agreement.
4. I find a third solution.
5. Other.

[Pagan320]

Bloodsoaked fight to the death !

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