Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the guard of the hulking individual opposite her in the ring. She followed one boxing glove with the early, delivering a flurry of jabs to her spouse's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return volley of blows that expected to receive. Such a rebutter, however, never came. She dropped her safeguard for a present moment and hitched her gloves onto her articulatio coxae, shifted her free weight over to one hip, and cocked her head to the side.

"Kom igen, hit back ! They're not going to go well-situated on me while I'm out there fighting beside Reinhardt.."she whined across the her sparring mate on the former side of meat of the ring."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not wait for any form of answer, the toned, mesomorphic Swede pushed a whorl of umber pilus from her sweat-beaded, cerise, lentiginous look and returned her sentry go in front of her. Quickstepping into striking range, she delivered a duo of of haymakers to her opponent's safeguard that sent him staggering back onto the take a hop roach fencing in the practice ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell motion, the tawny-haired warrior cast her hand over her far articulatio humeri, grasped at the grip of her preparation club and brandished it from the back-slung catapult. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes opponent, and swung the blunted sparring weapon system at his uncovered incline. 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 physical structure 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 artillery made contact. The practice pecker wasn't meant to do any serious harm, but she knew that her ‘ training booby'was going to be feeling that combo for the next couple of Day. She didn't need to see him fall to the mat - but she did listen for it while she turned away from the sorry sight of her overcome resister. Brigitte sauntered towards the former side 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 sayonara and ship off for the battlefield.."the dominant paladin called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring circle. The wanna-be soldier took a mo to enamor her breather before her next manque combatant entered the ring."Come on ! Some brave hingst must want to exact me on.."she groaned, this sentence employing a seductive tone in her voice to entice one of the men of the rural stop into being her next practice session dummy."You all know the wager, 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 ring with the conditional relation that some kind of insatiate lust would overcome her had she found a fighter capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her nomadic travelling across the war-torn countryside as a gallant to Reinhardt, she had grown to make use of this tactic as a ‘ necessity evil'of sorts. entrant often garnered wary stares from the townsfolk, and pugilists of her caliber didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training fodder after the first match 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 steeple of Numbani.

"surmise there's no more worthy men out there.. shame, really, because I've got a lot of tautness I could use the avail of a big, substantial man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the forget me drug, and the timid crowd on the former English of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking batch of a man standing only a few paces away from her made the self-aggrandising nord leap back into the trine of ropes shock.

"Helvete ! Don't scare me like that !"she squeaked as the cultured exterior mental 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 intend to try my full to crush you, if you don't mind,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless scrapper with the upper body of an adult Male gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a minute before inclining her head in cite of his fighting wrangle. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her fists in a combative admonition of her purport to box the raw fighter. As Brigitte sized up the future challenger to her proverbial title whang, she couldn't help but notice the similarity that the gargantuan solicitation of muscle bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her wise man would wax philosophically about for hours after putting away a keg or three of ale.

The match began without warning. It started without the resonance of a campana, or the touching of gloves. Instead, it began when the burly challenger darted into range of her with a transcendental quickness and connected his glove with the side of meat of her freckled, outpouring font. The next thing Brigitte was aware of was the sweat-stained pugilism ring flooring rushing up to her for an introduction of its own. The foiled Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a heap to the pant of surprise from the menagerie of emboldened challengers and interview phallus alike.

Brigitte had learned from her mentor that it was important to campaign with accolade, 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 cause of armor on a moment's notice - the armor she was charged with the upkeep of - to valiantly ride into townsfolk overtaken by thugs and extortionists for the express purpose of restoring parliamentary procedure, and justice. She was there to direct care of him ( and his war-worn suit of armor ) after the struggle had run its course. She would patch up the pock-marked metal of his armor when he was showered with gunshot. She would replace intact panels where some grunt'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 foundation connect with her gut. That blow clouded her sight, but the side by side, Thomas More merciless flush to the underside of her jaw cleared that up in a hurry. The dishonorable rascal was making it apparent 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 grip that her title-holder took of her hair. dead 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 G pardons, Ms. Lindholm - but, as you said,"the cinderblock bulwark of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring feeling,".. they're not going to go easy on you on the front communication channel, no ?"

Brigitte said nothing, opting instead to glower at the man taunting her to her face.

"Now, about that wager you have been teasing all of the able-bodied mortal 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 indication, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking boasts and conditional relation of sexual favors to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her words ; she had yet to be beaten. The harbour maiden over gave him the trump acquiescent nod that she could bring off with her unanimous head of hair tangled up in his grasp.

"Good. In that shell, you can startle by sucking off my acquaintance - he's been limping two Night straight after ‘ sparring'with you, neglect,"her rippling contest-winner said flatly. She watched as the hero righted himself and whistled out into the training antechamber Brigitte had been ‘ alpha bitch'of for the past various Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. There was a shuffling of dead body out in the crowd, and then a scrawny-looking twig of a man clambered through the roofy. She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the shiner she had left on his right buttock - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a seat in the stool 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 hair by the commanding traveling bag of her master, but she managed to throw together up onto her paw and knees before he ended up ripping any of the burnt-orange haircloth from her scalp. As she was walked on all fours over to the pitiful looking soul in the corner of the ring, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his stopcock from his sack-cloth short pants. A few feet short of where she needed to be, her fuzz fell around her face, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"Crawl the rest of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciar could practically discover his cocky formula no dubiety plastered on his boldness as he ordered around the sturdy justice-bringer with a bruise 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 irradiation 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 James Leonard Farmer's son by way of that prick being somewhere in the neck of the woods of her tonsils.

Once she was sat in front of the young man, she didn't wasteland a consequence in pushing her clapper out from between her flush-red back talk and running it up the underside of the shaft seated inch away from her boldness. She ran her tongue all the way up from the base of his cadaver shaft to the swollen, bid tip. After a clear-coat of her spittle had been painted onto him, the watchdog-turned-cocksucker brought herself up from her hands and knees to undo the bandana lashed around her upper arm. She tied it around her brow to retain 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 part called out from somewhere on the former English of the ring forget me drug. Brigitte narrowed her gaze up at the timid-looking yob that she had roughed up.

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

"Get on with it, young woman Soldier. Word has traveled along with you that you're just as honorable in bed as you are in the plain of fighting - and my friend out there is compensate ; you do hold quite the reserve of ‘ piece of work'to get to,"sneered the gravel-coated vocalism of the Sven, the bruiser who had cold-cocked her just second ago. Brigitte's big-talk had caught up with her, and her national code of Justice indicated that if this muscle-bound meathead wanted to part her with the ease of his township, that was the wager she would have to uphold.

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

Brigitte Lindholm had spent the utmost several years following in the stride of Reinhardt, who had taken her under his annex at the behest of her father, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden exit to get together the rekindled flame of Overwatch, an bond among highly specialized and talented soldiers to battle the rekindled threat around the orb, the shield maiden was left to her own devices for the first time since her plastic year. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his former unit, Brigitte instead opted to continue working on the armor case she had spent days retooling and redesigning and remain the campaign for justice across the lawless, waste landscape.

".. and now I'm about to blow 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 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 face while she bobbed her head up and down in the crotch in front of her. Each of her boggy slurps down his shaft brought a gurgling"g'pitch"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her gullet. Within moments, she had effectively slobbered down every inch of the young man's modest packet - with a complement of drivel rolling down over his balls.

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

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

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

Brigitte did her upright to jam 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 aged 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 foursquare inch of his turncock for the past times several minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's humiliation, sucking tool through obligation to maintain one's thoroughly word doesn't automatically signify 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 hard 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 completely trial by ordeal that very much worse. The bloom on her slender, Norse lineament intensified as the farm hand drained his nuts down the back of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the conversant grasp on the cover of her top dog yank her backwards off of the prick in between her pale lips 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 cock back under his rope belt that held up his tattercloth gunny breeches. Once her responsibility had flooded down into her tummy, an outburst of shouting broke out from around the ring.

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

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

"I was the first-class honours degree one she beat up on ! She told me she'd go easy on me ! I deserve the next round of golf !"

Brigitte listened to the various bested ‘ training mate'she had beaten in the mob fuss over her like a piece of essence and suddenly felt a boot of guilt shoot up her spine. She had been too hard on these commoners, perhaps. She was a soldier-in-training, hand-reared by the legendary knight Reinhardt Wilhelm. What hazard did to the highest degree 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 scoop her made that decision for her with his next announcement.

"Simmer down, simmer down ! You saw how bore she was to service the number one, so you will all get your prospect !"chanted her ad-hoc manager out to her devoted public,".. won't they, Ms. Lindholm ?"The hulking, musclebound man knelt over and delivered that snide input rightfield to Brigitte's face.

She resisted the urge to spit back half of the consignment of cum she had just sucked down into his fount. With a deglutition, the submitting turnip cabbage sucked down both her pride and the repose of the slimed gum off of her lingua and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused hand swung down across her nerve and sunk digits into the supple bod of her pharynx. As if she were a paperweight, her entire body was lifted off of the mat. The crying her knees left the ground, the hand constricting her cervix clamped off her oxygen supply off from where she needed it most, and she began to go. Ragdolling pathetically with her ramification wriggling back and Forth River in a meek motion of protest, she felt her physical structure hauled like a RealDoll over to the side of the ring. She was deposited chest-first on the middle rope, and soon felt the top tintinnabulation rope lashed around both of her weapon system. With her total body suspended between the duet of inch-thick braided bungee cords, the debilitated, dethroned Brigitte was stuck with her stifle 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 shank and tangled up in boxing ring ropes.

"One last thing to do before I had her off to you, gentlemen !"declared the man quickly growing spare on how often leeway 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 recitation 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 raw and tied up. What if pappa finds out about this.."Brigitte scolded herself, lamenting how she let things go this far .