Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the safety device of the hulking individual opposite her in the mob. She followed one glove with the other, delivering a flurry of jabs to her partner's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the regaining volley of blows that expected to receive. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her guard for a moment and hitched her boxing glove onto her hips, shifted her weighting 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 collaborator on the former incline of the pack."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not wait for any form of answer, the toned, sinewy Swede pushed a lock of umber hair from her sweat-beaded, ruddy, freckled face and returned her guard in nominal head of her. Quickstepping into scratch orbit, she delivered a pair of of haymakers to her opponent's guard that sent him staggering back onto the take form ropes fencing in the practice session ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell apparent movement, the tawny-haired warrior cast of characters her hand over her far articulatio humeri, grasped at the hold 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 arm at his bring out side of meat. She felt one brutish swing connect, then proceeded with a follow-up. Brigitte spun on one cad, leapt off of the undersprung fisticuffs ring mat, carried the momentum of the faux-flail around her body in a single 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 weapon made contact. The practice tool wasn't meant to do any sober price, but she knew that her ‘ training dummy'was going to be feeling that combo for the next couple of mean solar day. She didn't need to see him fall to the mat - but she did take heed for it while she turned away from the sorry sight of her thwarted opposer. Brigitte sauntered towards the other side of the squared-circle opposite the savage thrashing she had delivered.

"Alright, who's future out there ? I've only got another hebdomad or two before I say my goodbyes and ship off for the battlefield.."the dominant fighter aircraft called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring rope. The wanna-be soldier took a present moment to catch her breath before her side by side manque combatant entered the ring."Come on ! Some brave hingst must want to choose me on.."she groaned, this time employing a seductive timbre in her voice to lure one of the men of the rural layover into being her adjacent practice pinhead."You all know the bet, don'tcha ? have 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 ring with the significance that some kind of insatiable lust would overcome her had she found a fighter capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her wandering locomotion across the war-torn countryside as a squire to Reinhardt, she had grown to make use of this tactic as a ‘ necessary iniquity'of variety. Newcomers often garnered wary stares from the townsfolk, and pugilists of her caliber didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training cannon fodder after the maiden duet bodies hit the mat. There was, however, no shortage of horny, sexually-frustrated young men in any given hamlet from the junk pile of Junkertown to the spire of Numbani.

"Guess there's no more worthy men out there.. pity, really, because I've got a lot of tension I could use the avail of a big, strong man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the ropes, and the timid gang on the other slope of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking mass of a man standing only a few gait away from her made the bragging nord jump back into the 3 of Mexican valium jolt.

"Helvete ! Don't scare me like that !"she squeaked as the cultivated 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 mean to try my best to beat you, if you don't mind,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless belligerent with the upper torso of an adult male Gorilla gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a minute before inclining her head in acknowledgment of his scrap parole. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her clenched fist in a bellicose warning of her intent to box the newest scrapper. As Brigitte sized up the following challenger to her proverbial deed belt, she couldn't help but notice the similarity that the gargantuan collection of heftiness bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her mentor would wax philosophically about for hours after putting away a keg or three of ale.

The match began without warning. It started without the sonorousness of a Vanessa Bell, or the touch of baseball glove. Instead, it began when the burly challenger darted into range of her with a uncanny celerity and connected his glove with the English of her freckled, peak face. The next thing Brigitte was aware of was the sweat-stained boxing ring trading floor rushing up to her for an intromission of its own. The defeated Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a pile to the gasps of surprise from the zoo of emboldened challengers and audience members alike.

Brigitte had learned from her mentor that it was important to fight with honor, 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 suit of armour on a present moment's notice - the armour she was charged with the upkeep of - to valiantly tantalise into town overtaken by hood and extortionists for the expressage purpose of restoring order, and judge. She was there to carry maintenance of him ( and his war-torn causa of armor ) after the battle had run its course of instruction. She would patch the pock-marked metal of his armor when he was showered with gunfire. She would replace entire instrument panel where some grunt's weapon had bashed through it.

He did it without hesitation ; a steadfast confederation 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 vision, but the side by side, more merciless kicking to the underside of her jaw cleared that up in a hastiness. The dishonorable varlet was making it patent that he was content to beat her into compliance there on the floor of the ring after suckerpunching her to the mat. Several humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a handgrip that her wizard took of her hair. Body sore and panging dully with nuisance, 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 pardons, Ms. Lindholm - but, as you said,"the cinderblock rampart of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring step,".. they're not going to go well-off on you on the straw man logical argument, no ?"

Brigitte said nothing, opting instead to lour at the man taunting her to her case.

"Now, about that wager you have been teasing all of the able soul in the Village with for the past several days.. I think this makes me the winner, 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 boasting and logical implication of sexual favors to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her words ; she had yet to be beaten. The buckler maid gave him the best acquiescent nod that she could manage with her whole promontory of hair tangled up in his grip.

"good. In that face, you can pop by sucking off my friend - he's been limping two night straight after ‘ sparring'with you, leave out,"her rippling contest-winner said flatly. She watched as the hero righted himself and whistled out into the training hall Brigitte had been ‘ alpha bitch'of for the retiring several days. There was a shuffling of consistence out in the gang, and then a scrawny-looking twig of a man clambered through the roach. She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the shiner she had left on his right brass - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a seat in the can 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 wrongs she had committed in the ring.

Brigitte was first dragged by her hair by the commanding grip of her victor, but she managed to scramble 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 tetrad over to the sad looking private in the recession of the ring, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his turncock from his sack-cloth trunks. A few infantry short of where she needed to be, her hair fell around her face, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"Australian crawl the rest of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciar could practically hear his cocky reflexion no doubt plastered on his face as he ordered around the stouthearted justice-bringer with a wound 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 pounding 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 granger'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 untried man, she didn't barren a instant in pushing her tongue out from between her flush-red lips and running it up the underside of the shaft seated inch away from her face. She ran her tongue all the way up from the foundation of his stiff shaft to the swollen, cutter tip. After a clear-coat of her saliva had been painted onto him, the watchdog-turned-cocksucker brought herself up from her hands and stifle to undo the bandanna lashed around her speed arm. She tied it around her brow to keep her red clay tinted capitulum 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 former side of the ring ropes. Brigitte narrowed her gaze up at the timid-looking bully that she had roughed up.

"You had practiced cum quick, kid, ‘ cause apparently I've go– OUCH !"Brigitte yelped after her business firm instruction given to the boy who looked only barely old enough to drink was cut shortly by a baseball glove-sized paw smack down onto her unarmoured rise up end.

"Get on with it, Miss Soldier. Word has traveled along with you that you're just as good in bed as you are in the sphere of combat - and my friend out there is rightfield ; you do have quite the stockpile of ‘ piece of work'to get to,"sneered the gravel-coated voice 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 possess to uphold.

"You won't be disappointed,"Brigitte remarked up at the man in nominal head of her, his cock resting on the slope 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 don, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden departure to link up the rekindled flame of Overwatch, an alliance among highly specialized and talented soldiers to battle the rekindled threat around the world, the shield maiden over was left to her own twist for the first sentence since her formative years. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his previous unit, Brigitte instead opted to continue working on the armour suit she had spent years retooling and redesigning and stay the Crusade for justice across the lawless, barren landscape.

".. and now I'm about to flub this village boy because I couldn't duck fast enough. Real fluid, Brigitte,"she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that train of thought by barging a stopcock past her tonsils and down into her quivering, gooey fucktunnel behind them. Her headwrap didn't manage to continue her auburn bangs out of her brass while she bobbed her heading up and down in the privates in figurehead of her. Each of her sloppy slurps down his barb brought a gurgling"g'lurch"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her gullet. Within mo, she had effectively slobbered down every in of the young man's mild software package - with a full complement of drivel rolling down over his balls.

"Sounds like she's having a good prison term, wouldn't you say ? !"shouted the fighter who put her here in the world-class place out into the crowd.

"Helvete.. he's not just letting me do this, he's making a djävlar show out of it ? bunghole,"Brigitte monologued - internally, having no other pick with the cock sharing room with her humming vocal chords massaging at the veiny shaft. She could feel her impertinence flushing red with embarrassment at the spectacle he was putting on around her. Turns out, taking down every fledgling fighter in the Greenwich Village wasn't winning her any fans, and a veritable reunification of bludgeon challengers had assembled to ascertain the humiliated warrior get her ‘ just desserts.'

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

Brigitte did her best to bar 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 backtalk to beam every public square column inch of his dick for the past several minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's chagrin, sucking turncock through obligation to carry on one's sound Word doesn't automatically think of that the people you're sucking off flavor obligated to forewarn you when they're about to cum. She learned this fighter's lesson the laborious way - through a cumshot flooding straight down into her belly. Somehow, the fact that she was, in that moment, a world cumdumpster as well made the whole ordeal that often worse. The rosiness on her slender, nordic features intensified as the farm bridge player drained his nut case down the back of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the associate grasp on the backrest of her head Yankee her backwards off of the cock in between her pale rim so she slumped back off of all-fours into a kneeling. The fresh-faced sucked-off teen slunk from the ring as quickly as he came, tucking his spent rooster back under his rope belt that held up his tattercloth burlap rear of tube. Once her responsibleness had flooded down into her stomach, an outburst of shouting broke out from around the ring.

"I want her next ! She bruised me up rattling 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 next round !"

Brigitte listened to the various outflank ‘ training spouse'she had beaten in the ring fuss over her like a while of gist and suddenly felt a Rush of guilty conscience shoot up her spine. She had been too hard on these common man, perhaps. She was a soldier-in-training, hand-reared by the legendary knight Reinhardt Wilhelm. What chance did most of these men have against her in armed combat ? Maybe she deserved to get parted out for all the intimate party favor she alluded to with no purpose 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 eagre she was to serve the first of all, so you will all get your chance !"chanted her ad-hoc director out to her give 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 sprinkle back 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 residual of the slimed 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 go under digits into the supple flesh of her throat. As if she were a paperweight, her entire consistence was lifted off of the mat. The moment her knees left the ground, the paw constricting her neck clamped off her oxygen supply off from where she needed it most, and she began to stifle. Ragdolling pathetically with her legs wriggling back and Forth River in a tame gesture of protest, she felt her body hauled like a RealDoll over to the side of the halo. She was deposited chest-first on the middle Mexican valium, and soon felt the top gang circle lashed around both of her arm. With her entire physical structure suspended between the twain of inch-thick braided bungee electric cord, the debilitated, dethroned Brigitte was stuck with her knee 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 grass over at the waistline and tangled up in boxing ring ropes.

"One last affair 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 pattern annulus, Brigitte was taken by surprise when she felt the girdle of her shorts torn down from around her jiggling, fair-skinned span of asscheeks.

"Bare-assed and tied up. What if pa finds out about this.."Brigitte scolded herself, lamenting how she let thing go this far .