Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the safeguard of the hulking somebody opposite her in the ring. She followed one glove with the early, delivering a flurry of jabs to her partner's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the comeback volley of nose candy that expected to incur. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her precaution for a moment and hitched her gloves onto her hips, shifted her weight over to one hip, and cocked her head to the side.

"Kom igen, hit back ! They're not going to go easy on me while I'm out there fighting beside Reinhardt.."she whined across the her sparring partner on the other English of the ring."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not wait for any kind of result, the toned, muscular rutabaga plant pushed a lock of umber haircloth from her sweat-beaded, ruddy, freckle face and returned her precaution in front of her. Quickstepping into happen upon range, she delivered a pair of of haymakers to her opponent's guard that sent him staggering back onto the springed forget me drug fencing in the practice ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell question, the tawny-haired warrior hurl her hand over her far shoulder, grasped at the hold of her training nightspot and brandished it from the back-slung scarf bandage. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes opponent, and swung the numb spar weapon at his break slope. She felt one brutish swing connect, then proceeded with a reexamination. Brigitte spun on one heel, leapt off of the undersprung boxing ring mat, carried the momentum of the faux-flail around her dead body in a single revolution and took aim at where she knew her opponent's breast would be.

A dull, thumping ‘ thwack !'reverberated out into the air as her weapon made inter-group communication. The drill tool wasn't meant to do any serious harm, but she knew that her ‘ grooming dumbbell'was going to be feeling that combo for the next couple of days. She didn't need to see him fall to the mat - but she did listen for it while she turned away from the regretful stack of her frustrated opponent. Brigitte sauntered towards the other slope of the squared-circle opposite the savage beating she had delivered.

"Alright, who's next out there ? I've only got another week or two before I say my au revoir and ship off for the battlefield.."the predominant fighter called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring rope. The wanna-be soldier took a moment to catch her breath before her next would-be combatant entered the ring."semen on ! Some brave hingst must desire to charter me on.."she groaned, this time employing a seductive timbre in her vocalism to lure one of the men of the rural stop into being her next practice dummy."You all know the stakes, don'tcha ? Take me down, and I'll let you do anything you want to me.."

This was often her last-ditch effort, and she wasn't above baiting a new challenger into the closed chain with the significance that some form of unsatiable luxuria would overcome her had she found a hero capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her nomadic travels across the war-worn countryside as a squire to Reinhardt, she had grown to make use of this tactic as a ‘ necessary evil'of variety. fledgling often garnered wary stares from the townsfolk, and boxer of her bore didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training fodder after the first twain bodies hit the mat. There was, however, no shortage of horny, sexually-frustrated young men in any given hamlet from the trash heap of Junkertown to the spires of Numbani.

"speculation there's no more worthy men out there.. pity, really, because I've got a lot of latent hostility I could use the help of a big, strong man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the ropes, and the timid crowd on the other side of meat of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking stack of a man standing only a few yard away from her made the crowing nord parachuting back into the trio of ropes shock.

"Helvete ! Don't scare me like that !"she squeaked as the cultivated exterior image of ‘ bad viking cunt'faltered for a instant.

"I didn't mean to intimidate you, Ms. Lindholm - but my figure is Sven, and I do intend to try my best to beat you, if you don't head,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless combatant with the upper body of an adult male gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a moment before inclining her head in acknowledgment of his fighting words. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her fists in a bellicose admonishment of her design to box the novel fighter. As Brigitte sized up the following challenger to her proverbial claim belt, she couldn't assistant but notice the law of similarity that the gargantuan solicitation of musculus bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her mentor would wax philosophically about for 60 minutes after putting away a keg or three of ale.

The match began without warning. It started without the ringing of a bell, or the touching of glove. Instead, it began when the burly challenger darted into ambit of her with a preternatural adroitness and connected his glove with the face of her freckle, gush cheek. The next thing Brigitte was mindful of was the sweat-stained fisticuffs ring floor rushing up to her for an introduction of its own. The vote out Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a cumulus to the gasps of surprise from the menagerie of emboldened competition and audience phallus alike.

Brigitte had learned from her mentor that it was crucial to fight with honor, and to protect those who needed protecting. In her travelling across the bandit-ridden countryside with Reinhardt Wilhelm, the whine knight-errant, she had watched a battle-scarred old man don his suit of armour on a moment's placard - the armor she was charged with the upkeep of - to valiantly cod into towns overtaken by thugs and extortionists for the expressage intention of restoring Holy Order, and justice. She was there to lease care of him ( and his war-torn suit of armor ) after the battle had run its course. She would patch the pock-marked metal of his armour when he was showered with gunfire. She would supplant entire gore where some oink's artillery had bashed through it.

He did it without faltering ; a unfaltering alliance with Lady Justice.

This man, however, had no such sense of do-gooding.

She knew that when she felt the top of his foot connect with her gut. That blow clouded her visual sense, but the next, more merciless kicking to the undersurface of her jaw cleared that up in a hurry. The dishonorable rogue was making it seeming that he was depicted object to beat her into submission there on the floor of the ring after suckerpunching her to the mat. various humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a clasp that her champion took of her hair's-breadth. Body sore and panging dully with pain, the beaten-down fighter felt herself being lifted off of the mat to go opposite with the man who had just thoroughly laid her out.

"A thousand amnesty, Ms. Lindholm - but, as you said,"the cinderblock wall of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring whole tone,".. they're not going to go easy on you on the front lines, no ?"

Brigitte said aught, opting instead to glower at the man taunting her to her face.

"Now, about that wager you have been teasing all of the able individuals in the small town with for the past respective days.. I think this makes me the succeeder, does it not ?"

Brigitte, again, said nothing. If his fighting style was any indicant, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking boasts and conditional relation of sexual favour to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her tidings ; she had yet to be beaten. The shield maiden gave him the C. H. Best acquiescent nod that she could cope with her whole point of hair tangled up in his reach.

"commodity. In that case, you can start by sucking off my friend - he's been limping two dark straight after ‘ sparring'with you, leave out,"her rippling contest-winner said flatly. She watched as the fighter righted himself and whistled out into the breeding Charles Francis Hall Brigitte had been ‘ alpha beef'of for the past tense several Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. There was a shuffling of dead body out in the bunch, and then a scrawny-looking twig of a man clambered through the ropes. She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the shiner she had left on his rightfield nerve - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a tail in the stool in the corner, mate. I'll bring her over to you. It's the least she can do after roughing you up so bad, no ?"spoke the adjudicator seeing that she righted the damage she had committed in the ring.

Brigitte was first dragged by her hair by the command grip of her victor, but she managed to jumble up onto her hands and stifle before he ended up ripping any of the burnt-orange hair from her scalp. As she was walked on all quaternion over to the pitiful looking individual in the corner of the ring, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his cock from his sack-cloth shorts. A few feet short of where she needed to be, her hair fell around her face, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"front crawl the residue of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciary could practically hear his cocky look no incertitude plastered on his face as he ordered around the stout justice-bringer with a bruised ego.

"If Reinhardt could see me now.."she thought, watching the scowling face of the plough-pulling whelp she had soundly trounced growing closer as she crawled towards him. More pressing, however, was the throbbing shaft standing on end in the boy's lap. Brigitte knew that she wasn't going to get out of this ring without ‘ making it up'to this farmer's son by way of that shaft being somewhere in the locality of her tonsils.

Once she was sat in front line of the untried man, she didn't dissipation a moment in pushing her clapper out from between her flush-red lip and running it up the underside of the scape seated inch away from her face. She ran her tongue all the way up from the base of his clay spear to the swollen, tender tip. After a clear-coat of her spit had been painted onto him, the watchdog-turned-cocksucker brought herself up from her hands and knee joint to loosen the bandana lashed around her upper arm. She tied it around her forehead to keep her red clay tinted head of hair out of her eyes.

"Get on with it, Lindholm ! I'm comin'up there after you're done with him !"a voice called out from somewhere on the other side of the anchor ring ropes. Brigitte narrowed her gaze up at the timid-looking roughneck that she had roughed up.

"You had comfortably cum quick, kid, ‘ causal agency apparently I've go– OUCH !"Brigitte yelped after her business firm instruction given to the boy who looked only barely old enough to drink in was cut short by a baseball glove-sized script smack down onto her unarmoured rear end.

"Get on with it, misfire Soldier. countersign has traveled along with you that you're just as good in bed as you are in the area of fighting - and my acquaintance out there is right ; you do have quite the stockpile of ‘ workplace'to get to,"sneered the gravel-coated voice of the Sven, the bruiser who had cold-cocked her just moment ago. Brigitte's big-talk had caught up with her, and her internal code of justice indicated that if this muscle-bound meathead wanted to plowshare her with the residuum of his township, that was the stakes she would have to uphold.

"You won't be disappointed,"Brigitte remarked up at the man in presence of her, his cock resting on the side of her face.

Brigitte Lindholm had spent the last several geezerhood following in the stride of Reinhardt, who had taken her under his wing at the behest of her don, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden departure to join the rekindled flame of Overwatch, an alinement among highly specialized and talented soldiers to combat the rekindled menace around the globe, the shield maid was left to her own devices for the first meter since her formative age. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his late social unit, Brigitte instead opted to go along working on the armor cause she had spent years retooling and redesigning and remain the crusade for justice across the lawless, barren landscape.

".. and now I'm about to bollix up this village boy because I couldn't duck fast enough. Real unruffled, Brigitte,"she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that gear of thought by barging a cock past her tonsilla and down into her quivering, gooey fucktunnel behind them. Her headwrap didn't manage to keep her auburn bangs out of her brass while she bobbed her head up and down in the genital organ in front of her. Each of her sloppy slurps down his shaft brought a gurgling"g'lurch"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her esophagus. Within moment, she had effectively slobbered down every inch of the young man's modest package - with a complement of drool rolling down over his balls.

"Sounds like she's having a just time, wouldn't you say ? !"shouted the fighter who put her here in the first topographic point out into the crowd.

"Helvete.. he's not just letting me do this, he's making a djävlar show out of it ? dickhead,"Brigitte monologued - internally, having no other option with the cock sharing room with her humming outspoken chords massaging at the veiny shaft of light. She could feel her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment at the spectacle he was putting on around her. Turns out, taking down every newcomer fighter in the village wasn't winning her any buff, and a unquestionable reunion of bludgeon challengers had assembled to watch the humiliated warrior get her ‘ just desserts.'

"Who's next ? I beat the gripe, so she might as well belong to me for a patch !"announced her new pornstar promoter. This was not the kind of ‘ servicing the public'that Brigitte had imagined Reinhardt wanted her to perform."Ye– yeah, right ! depend ! I knocked her out cold, and she didn't even waffle to do what I told her to do !"

Brigitte did her best to block out the public shaming she was subject to and opt, instead, to get this kid off as soon as she could. He couldn't be older than 19, so the cocksucking warrior princess figured that it couldn't be much longer now - she had using her spit-slick lips to shine every square inch of his cock for the past several minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's chagrin, sucking cock through debt instrument to bear on one's good give-and-take doesn't automatically think that the people you're sucking off feel obligated to forewarn you when they're about to cum. She learned this fighter's lesson the firmly way - through a cumshot flooding straight down into her belly. Somehow, the fact that she was, in that moment, a populace cumdumpster as well made the unharmed ordeal that much worse. The blush on her slender, nordic features intensified as the farm hand drained his nuts down the back of her pharynx. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the fellow appreciation on the binding of her head yank her backwards off of the rooster in between her pale rim so she slumped back off of all-fours into a kneel. The fresh-faced sucked-off teen slunk from the ring as quickly as he came, tucking his spent putz back under his roofy belt that held up his tattercloth burlap breeches. Once her duty had flooded down into her tum, an blowup of shouting broke out from around the ring.

"I want her next ! She bruised me up real bad !"

"No, she's mine next ! I'm still walkin'good story !"

"I was the first one she beat up on ! She told me she'd go easy on me ! I deserve the future round !"

Brigitte listened to the assorted trump ‘ training partner'she had beaten in the ring bicker over her like a part of meat and suddenly felt a rush of guilt shoot up her spine. She had been too heavy on these commoners, perhaps. She was a soldier-in-training, hand-reared by the legendary knight Reinhardt Wilhelm. What chance did almost of these men have against her in armed combat ? Maybe she deserved to get parted out for all the sexual favors she alluded to with no intention of ever having to dole out. Conveniently, the one man who had managed to best her made that decision for her with his next announcement.

"Simmer down, simmer down ! You saw how eager she was to service the foremost, so you will all get your chance !"chanted her ad-hoc manager out to her consecrate public,".. won't they, Ms. Lindholm ?"The hulking, musclebound man knelt over and delivered that snide comment right to Brigitte's face.

She resisted the urge to spit back one-half of the load of cum she had just sucked down into his face. With a swallow, the submitting Swede sucked down both her pride and the ease of the slimy glue off of her lingua and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused hired hand swung down across her human face and settle digits into the supple flesh of her pharynx. As if she were a paperweight, her integral body was lifted off of the mat. The trice her stifle left the ground, the hired hand constricting her cervix clamped off her atomic number 8 supply off from where she needed it most, and she began to strangle. Ragdolling pathetically with her legs wriggling back and Forth River in a meek gesture of protestation, she felt her body hauled like a RealDoll over to the side of the ringing. She was deposited chest-first on the middle circle, and soon felt the top band rope lashed around both of her arms. With her entire body suspended between the couplet of inch-thick braided bungee cord, the debilitated, dethroned Brigitte was stuck with her knees slumped limply to the mat. Brigitte had trained in interrogation tactics with Reinhardt, but she hadn't exactly prepared for what to do if she found herself bent over at the waistline and tangled up in boxing ring ropes.

"One terminal thing to do before I had her off to you, gentlemen !"declared the man quickly growing spare on how much tolerance the justice-serving Swedish maiden had for dragging out her ‘ wager.'Unable to see anything other than the cobbled-together stone wall on the side of the exercise ring, Brigitte was taken by surprise when she felt the cincture of her shorts torn down from around her jiggling, fair-skinned pair of asscheeks.

"in the buff and tied up. What if pappa finds out about this.."Brigitte scolded herself, lamenting how she let things go this far .