Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the guard of the hulking individual opposite her in the ring. She followed one glove with the other, delivering a fuss of jabs to her married person's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return volley of blows that expected to receive. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her safeguard for a moment and hitched her gloves onto her hips, shifted her weight unit over to one hip, and cocked her head teacher to the side.

"Kom igen, hit back ! They're not going to go easygoing on me while I'm out there fighting beside Reinhardt.."she whined across the her sparring pardner on the former side of the ring."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not wait for any form of response, the toned, hefty rutabaga plant pushed a lock of burnt umber fuzz from her sweat-beaded, ruddy, freckled human face and returned her guard in front of her. Quickstepping into striking cooking stove, she delivered a distich of of haymakers to her opposite's sentry go that sent him staggering back onto the springed rope fencing in the practice ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell motion, the tawny-haired warrior plaster bandage her hand over her far berm, grasped at the handle of her training club and brandished it from the back-slung sling. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes opposer, and swung the blunted sparring artillery at his disclose incline. She felt one brutish swing connect, then proceeded with a follow-up. Brigitte spun on one bounder, leapt off of the undersprung fisticuffs ring mat, carried the momentum of the faux-flail around her body in a unmarried rotation and took aim at where she knew her opponent's chest would be.

A dull, thumping ‘ thwack !'reverberated out into the air as her artillery made liaison. The practice puppet wasn't meant to do any serious damage, but she knew that her ‘ training dope'was going to be feeling that combo for the next couple of daylight. She didn't need to see him descend to the mat - but she did mind for it while she turned away from the sorry sight of her thwarted opponent. Brigitte sauntered towards the other side of meat of the squared-circle opposite the savage beating she had delivered.

"Alright, who's succeeding out there ? I've only got another calendar week or two before I say my goodbyes and ship off for the battlefield.."the dominant fighter called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring Mexican valium. The wanna-be soldier took a moment to becharm her breath before her following manque combatant entered the anchor ring."seminal fluid on ! Some brave hingst must require to have me on.."she groaned, this time employing a seductive quality in her voice to entice one of the men of the rural stopover into being her next practice dummy."You all know the stake, don'tcha ? Take me down, and I'll let you do anything you want to me.."

This was often her last-ditch endeavor, and she wasn't above baiting a new challenger into the ring with the entailment that some kind of insatiable lust would overcome her had she found a attack aircraft capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her mobile travels across the war-torn countryside as a squire to Reinhardt, she had grown to make use of this tactic as a ‘ necessary evil'of variety. Newcomers often garnered wary stares from the townsfolk, and pugilists of her gauge didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training fodder after the first-class honours degree couple eubstance hit the mat. There was, however, no shortage of horny, sexually-frustrated youth men in any given hamlet from the scrapheap of Junkertown to the steeple of Numbani.

"Guess there's no more desirable men out there.. shame, really, because I've got a lot of tension I could use the service of a big, firm man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the roofy, and the timid crowd on the other side of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking passel of a man standing only a few rate away from her made the big nord jump back into the triplet of ropes stupor.

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

"I didn't mean to intimidate you, Ms. Lindholm - but my name is Sven, and I do have in mind to try my effective to ticktack you, if you don't creative thinker,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless fighter with the upper body of an adult male gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a moment before inclining her head in acknowledgment of his fighting actor's line. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her fists in a combative admonition of her spirit to box the newest battler. As Brigitte sized up the next competitor to her proverbial title belt, she couldn't aid but notice the law of similarity that the gargantuan appeal of muscles bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her mentor would wax philosophically about for hour after putting away a keg or three of ale.

The match began without warning. It started without the sonority of a bell, or the touching of gloves. Instead, it began when the burly competition darted into range of her with a otherworldly deftness and connected his glove with the English of her freckled, blossom aspect. The next thing Brigitte was aware of was the sweat-stained fisticuffs ring floor rushing up to her for an creation of its own. The defeated Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a mint to the pant of surprise from the menagerie of embolden challengers and hearing members alike.

Brigitte had learned from her mentor that it was of import to fight with purity, and to protect those who needed protecting. In her travels across the bandit-ridden countryside with Reinhardt Wilhelm, the grizzled knight-errant, she had watched a battle-scarred old man don his courting of armor on a moment's posting - the armour she was charged with the sustenance of - to valiantly ride into Town overtaken by goon and blackmailer for the express purpose of restoring gild, and justice. She was there to take up care of him ( and his war-torn suit of armor ) after the conflict had run its course. She would patch up the pock-marked metal of his armor when he was showered with gunfire. She would replace entire panels where some oink's weapon had bashed through it.

He did it without hesitation ; a steadfast alliance with Lady Justice.

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

She knew that when she felt the top of his ft connect with her gut. That blow clouded her imaginativeness, but the side by side, Thomas More merciless kick to the underside of her jaw cleared that up in a hurry. The dishonorable scalawag was making it patent that he was content to vanquish her into submission there on the flooring of the ring after suckerpunching her to the mat. Several humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a grip that her superstar took of her pilus. Body sore and panging dully with pain, the beaten-down fighter felt herself being lifted off of the mat to go face-to-face with the man who had just thoroughly laid her out.

"A thousand amnesty, Ms. Lindholm - but, as you said,"the cinderblock rampart of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring smell,".. they're not going to go gentle on you on the battlefront line of descent, no ?"

Brigitte said nada, opting instead to frown at the man taunting her to her face.

"Now, about that wager you have been teasing all of the able someone in the village with for the past tense several days.. I think this makes me the winner, does it not ?"

Brigitte, again, said nothing. If his fighting style was any indication, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking boasts and implications of sexual party favour to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her news ; she had yet to be beaten. The shield maiden gave him the best acquiescent nod that she could manage with her totally headland of hair's-breadth tangled up in his grasp.

"Good. In that case, you can originate by sucking off my Friend - he's been limping two nights straight after ‘ sparring'with you, miss,"her rippling contest-winner said flatly. She watched as the fighter righted himself and whistled out into the breeding hall Brigitte had been ‘ alpha bitch'of for the past several days. There was a shuffling of trunk out in the crowd, and then a scrawny-looking twig of a man clambered through the circle. She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the shiner she had left on his in good order cheek - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a seat in the feces in the box, 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 wrongs she had committed in the ring.

Brigitte was first dragged by her tomentum by the commanding grip of her master, but she managed to scramble up onto her hands and knees before he ended up ripping any of the burnt-orange tomentum from her scalp. As she was walked on all fours over to the pathetic looking individual in the nook of the ring, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his shaft from his sack-cloth shorts. A few fundament short of where she needed to be, her hair fell around her face, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"Crawl the repose of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciar could practically hear his cocky expression no doubt plastered on his face as he ordered around the stalwart justice-bringer with a spite ego.

"If Reinhardt could see me now.."she thought, watching the scowling face of the plough-pulling whelp she had soundly trounced growing finisher 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 doughnut without ‘ making it up'to this farmer's son by way of that dick being somewhere in the neck of the woods of her tonsils.

Once she was sat in front of the young man, she didn't barren a import in pushing her tongue out from between her flush-red lips and running it up the underside of the shaft seated column inch away from her face. She ran her tongue all the way up from the home of his stiff ray of light to the swollen, stamp tip. After a clear-coat of her spittle had been painted onto him, the watchdog-turned-cocksucker brought herself up from her script and knee to undo the bandana lashed around her speed arm. She tied it around her forehead to observe her red clay tinted foreland of hair's-breadth 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 position of the anchor ring ropes. Brigitte narrowed her gaze up at the timid-looking ruffian that she had roughed up.

"You had unspoiled cum quick, kid, ‘ cause apparently I've go– OUCH !"Brigitte yelped after her firm instruction given to the boy who looked only barely old enough to drink was cut short by a baseball game glove-sized bridge player smack down onto her unarmored rear end.

"Get on with it, young lady Soldier. Word has traveled along with you that you're just as just in bed as you are in the fields of fight - and my Friend out there is right ; you do have quite the backlog of ‘ work'to get to,"sneered the gravel-coated vocalization of the Sven, the bruiser who had cold-cocked her just moments 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 share her with the rest of his township, that was the wager she would have to uphold.

"You won't be disappointed,"Brigitte remarked up at the man in social movement of her, his shaft resting on the incline of her face.

Brigitte Lindholm had spent the last several years following in the footsteps of Reinhardt, who had taken her under his wing at the behest of her Father-God, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden departure to join the rekindled flame of Overwatch, an alliance among highly specialized and talented soldiers to battle the rekindled terror around the orb, the shield maiden was left to her own devices for the low gear fourth dimension since her plastic twelvemonth. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his old unit, Brigitte instead opted to uphold working on the armor suit she had spent years retooling and redesigning and continue the crusade for Justice Department across the lawless, waste landscape.

".. and now I'm about to blow out this village boy because I couldn't duck fast enough. Real smooth, Brigitte,"she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that train of thought by barging a putz past her tonsils and down into her trembling, gooey fucktunnel behind them. Her headwrap didn't manage to hold her auburn bangs out of her face while she bobbed her capitulum up and down in the private parts in front man of her. Each of her sloppy slurps down his barb brought a gurgling"g'lunge"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her gorge. Within bit, she had effectively slobbered down every inch of the Loretta Young man's small package - with a accompaniment of trickle rolling down over his balls.

"Sounds like she's having a good time, wouldn't you say ? !"shouted the champion who put her here in the offset place 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 vocal chords massaging at the veiny scape. She could feel her cheeks flushing red with overplus at the spectacle he was putting on around her. Turns out, taking down every fledgling battler in the Village wasn't winning her any fans, and a veritable reunion of bludgeoned challengers had assembled to look out the humiliated warrior get her ‘ just desserts.'

"Who's side by side ? I beat the bitch, so she might as well belong to me for a while !"announced her new pornstar plugger. This was not the kind of ‘ servicing the populace'that Brigitte had imagined Reinhardt wanted her to perform."Ye– yeah, rectify ! bet ! I knocked her out cold, and she didn't even waffle to do what I told her to do !"

Brigitte did her sound to deflect out the world shaming she was subject to and opt, instead, to get this kid off as soon as she could. He couldn't be elderly 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 times several minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's humiliation, sucking cock through obligation to uphold one's good Logos doesn't automatically mean that the people you're sucking off feel obligated to forewarn you when they're about to cum. She learned this combatant's lesson the hard way - through a cumshot flooding straight down into her belly. Somehow, the fact that she was, in that minute, a populace cumdumpster as well made the unscathed ordeal that a great deal defective. The rosiness on her slender, North Germanic language features intensified as the farm hand drained his nuts down the rachis of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the familiar appreciation on the back of her pass yank her backwards off of the cock in between her blanch 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 rooster back under his roach belt that held up his tattercloth burlap breeches. Once her responsibleness had flooded down into her abdomen, 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'funny remark !"

"I was the inaugural one she beat up on ! She told me she'd go sluttish on me ! I deserve the next round !"

Brigitte listened to the various bested ‘ training cooperator'she had beaten in the anchor ring spat over her like a while of meat and suddenly felt a rush of guilt shoot up her rachis. She had been too operose on these common person, perhaps. She was a soldier-in-training, hand-reared by the legendary knight Reinhardt Wilhelm. What opportunity did well-nigh of these men have against her in 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 conclusion for her with his side by side announcement.

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

She resisted the urge to spit back half of the freight of cum she had just sucked down into his face. With a sup, the submitting rutabaga sucked down both her pride and the rest of the slimy glue off of her tongue and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused hand swung down across her face and sunk finger's breadth into the lithe flesh of her throat. As if she were a paperweight, her entire body was lifted off of the mat. The insistent her knee joint left the ground, the hand constricting her neck clamped off her oxygen supply off from where she needed it most, and she began to expire. Ragdolling pathetically with her legs wriggling back and Forth River in a spiritless motion of protest, she felt her consistency hauled like a RealDoll over to the face of the ring. She was deposited chest-first on the middle rophy, and soon felt the top closed chain rope lashed around both of her implements of war. With her entire body suspended between the twain of inch-thick braided bungee corduroys, 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 waist and tangled up in boxing ring ropes.

"One last thing to do before I had her off to you, gentleman's gentleman !"declared the man quickly growing fifth wheel on how a great deal tolerance the justice-serving Swedish maid had for dragging out her ‘ wager.'Unable to see anything early than the cobbled-together stone wall on the side of the practice hoop, Brigitte was taken by surprisal when she felt the cincture of her shorts torn down from around her jiggling, fair-skinned yoke of asscheeks.

"in the raw and tied up. What if dad finds out about this.."Brigitte scolded herself, lamenting how she let thing go this far .