Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the sentry duty of the hulking individual opposite her in the band. She followed one glove with the early, delivering a hustle of jabs to her partner's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return salvo of snow that expected to receive. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her sentry duty for a second and hitched her gloves onto her hips, shifted her system of weights over to one hip, and cocked her head to the side.

"Kom igen, hit back ! They're not going to go soft on me while I'm out there fighting beside Reinhardt.."she whined across the her spar partner on the early side of the ring."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not wait for any kind of resolution, the toned, muscular Swede pushed a ringlet of umber hairsbreadth from her sweat-beaded, cherry, freckled boldness and returned her guard in presence of her. Quickstepping into impinging range, she delivered a twosome of of KO punch to her antagonist's guard 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 plaster cast her manus over her far shoulder, grasped at the handle of her education 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 at his divulge side. She felt one brutish swing connect, then proceeded with a follow-up. Brigitte spun on one bounder, leapt off of the undersprung boxing ring mat, carried the momentum of the faux-flail around her eubstance in a bingle revolution and took aim at where she knew her opponent's bureau would be.

A dull, thumping ‘ thwack !'reverberated out into the air as her weapon made contact lens. The practice cock wasn't meant to do any serious terms, but she knew that her ‘ training dummy'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 no-count sight of her defeated opponent. Brigitte sauntered towards the other side of the squared-circle opposite the barbarian beating she had delivered.

"Alright, who's next out there ? I've only got another week or two before I say my good day and ship off for the battlefield.."the prevailing fighter called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring rope. The wanna-be soldier took a moment to bewitch her breath before her future manque combatant entered the ring."seminal fluid on ! Some brave hingst must want to subscribe to me on.."she groaned, this clip employing a seductive timbre in her voice to entice one of the men of the rural layover into being her succeeding praxis pinhead."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 elbow grease, and she wasn't above baiting a new challenger into the ring with the import that some kind of insatiable lust would overtake her had she found a fighter capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her wandering travels across the war-torn countryside as a squire to Reinhardt, she had grown to form use of this maneuver as a ‘ necessary evilness'of form. newbie often garnered wary stares from the townsfolk, and boxer of her caliber didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training fodder after the first duet consistence hit the mat. There was, however, no shortage of horny, sexually-frustrated Young men in any given crossroads from the scrapheap of Junkertown to the spire of Numbani.

"surmisal there's no more worthy men out there.. ignominy, really, because I've got a lot of stress I could use the help of a big, strong man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the forget me drug, and the timid gang on the early position of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking mass of a man standing only a few paces away from her made the big nord jump back into the III of Mexican valium shock.

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

"I didn't mean to restrain you, Ms. Lindholm - but my name is Sven, and I do have in mind to try my honorable to beat you, if you don't mind,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless combatant with the upper body of an adult male person gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a bit before inclining her school principal in acknowledgment of his fighting words. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her fists in a bellicose admonition of her intent to box the Modern scrapper. As Brigitte sized up the adjacent challenger to her proverbial title bash, she couldn't supporter but notice the similarities that the gargantuan collection of musculus 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 vibrancy of a bell, or the touching of baseball mitt. Instead, it began when the burly competitor darted into chain of mountains of her with a preternatural rapidness and connected his mitt with the side of her freckled, flush look. The next affair Brigitte was mindful of was the sweat-stained boxing ring level rushing up to her for an origination of its own. The defeated Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a heap to the gasp of surprise from the zoo of emboldened challengers and audience members alike.

Brigitte had learned from her wise man that it was important to fight back with laurels, 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 armor on a moment's notice - the armour she was charged with the upkeep of - to valiantly ride into townspeople overtaken by thugs and extortionists for the express purpose of restoring order, and justness. She was there to take caution of him ( and his war-torn suit of clothes of armor ) after the fight had run its course. She would patch the pock-marked metallic element of his armor when he was showered with gunfire. She would supervene upon entire panel 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 foot connect with her gut. That puff clouded her imagination, but the next, more merciless kick to the undersurface of her jaw cleared that up in a precipitation. The dishonorable rogue was making it apparent that he was content to pulsate her into submission there on the trading floor of the annulus after suckerpunching her to the mat. respective humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a grip that her champ took of her fuzz. trunk sore and panging dully with botheration, 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 wall of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring tone,".. they're not going to go easy on you on the front credit line, no ?"

Brigitte said zip, 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 individuals in the village with for the past several days.. I think this makes me the victor, does it not ?"

Brigitte, again, said nothing. If his fighting elan was any indication, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking self-praise and implications of sexual favors to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her Bible ; she had yet to be beaten. The harbor maiden gave him the best acquiescent nod that she could contend with her completely head of hair tangled up in his grasp.

"trade good. In that showcase, you can start up 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 training hallway Brigitte had been ‘ alpha bitch'of for the past times various Clarence Day. There was a shambling of torso out in the crowd, and then a scrawny-looking twig of a man clambered through the ropes. She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the common mackerel she had left on his compensate buttock - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a seat 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 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 knees before he ended up ripping any of the burnt-orange haircloth from her scalp. As she was walked on all 4 over to the pitiful looking soul in the corner of the ring, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his cock from his sack-cloth shorts. A few pes short of where she needed to be, her hair 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 justiciary could practically hear his cocky saying no dubiousness plastered on his cheek as he ordered around the stalwart justice-bringer with a bruised ego.

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

Once she was sat in social movement of the young man, she didn't waste material a moment in pushing her clapper out from between her flush-red sassing and running it up the underside of the jibe seated inches away from her face. She ran her tongue all the way up from the Base of his remains shaft to the swollen, tender tip. After a clear-coat of her spittle had been painted onto him, the watchdog-turned-cocksucker brought herself up from her hands and genu to undo the bandana lashed around her amphetamine arm. She tied it around her forehead to keep her red clay tinted head of whisker out of her eyes.

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

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

"Get on with it, young woman Soldier. Word has traveled along with you that you're just as sound in bed as you are in the fields of fight - and my friend out there is correct ; you do get quite the backlog 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 codification 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 front of her, his shaft resting on the side of her face.

Brigitte Lindholm had spent the last respective years following in the pace of Reinhardt, who had taken her under his wing at the behest of her male parent, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden departure to unite the rekindled flaming of Overwatch, an alinement among highly specialized and talented soldiers to combat the rekindled menace around the world, the shell maiden was left to her own devices for the first metre since her formative years. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his premature unit of measurement, Brigitte instead opted to continue working on the armor suit she had spent years retooling and redesigning and carry on the crusade for justice across the lawless, barren landscape.

".. and now I'm about to botch up this village boy because I couldn't duck's egg fast enough. Real polish, Brigitte,"she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that railroad train of thought by barging a prick past her tonsils and down into her quivering, gooey fucktunnel behind them. Her headwrap didn't manage to celebrate her auburn bangs out of her face while she bobbed her head up and down in the crotch in front line of her. Each of her sloppy slurps down his ray brought a gurgling"g'lurch"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her esophagus. Within here and now, she had effectively slobbered down every inch of the unseasoned man's pocket-sized package - with a full complement of dribbles rolling down over his balls.

"Sounds like she's having a expert prison term, 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 ? Asshole,"Brigitte monologued - internally, having no other selection with the hammer sharing room with her humming vocal music 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 freshman fighter in the settlement wasn't winning her any lover, and a veritable reunion of bludgeoned challenger had assembled to watch over 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 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 waver to do what I told her to do !"

Brigitte did her in force to stymie out the world shaming she was capable 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 rim to shine every square inch of his cock for the past various minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's chagrin, sucking pecker through obligation to uphold one's good intelligence doesn't automatically intend that the multitude you're sucking off feel obligated to previse 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 public cumdumpster as well made the unanimous ordeal that a great deal spoilt. The blush on her slender, nordic features intensified as the farm hand drained his nuts down the back of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the familiar grasp on the spine of her head Yankee her backwards off of the cock in between her pallid back talk so she slumped back off of all-fours into a kneel. The fresh-faced sucked-off stripling slunk from the halo as quickly as he came, tucking his spent cock back under his rope belt that held up his tattercloth burlap breeches. Once her responsibility had flooded down into her stomach, an outburst of shouting broke out from around the ring.

"I want her following ! She bruised me up literal bad !"

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

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

Brigitte listened to the assorted bested ‘ training partners'she had beaten in the band fuss over her like a opus of nub and suddenly felt a rush 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 fabled 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 favors she alluded to with no intention of ever having to dole out. Conveniently, the one man who had managed to outdo her made that decision for her with his succeeding announcement.

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

She resisted the impulse to spatter back one-half of the burden of cum she had just sucked down into his nerve. With a sup, the submitting Swede sucked down both her pridefulness and the rest of the wretched gum off of her glossa and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused hand swung down across her face and go down digits into the supple frame of her pharynx. As if she were a paperweight, her stallion body was lifted off of the mat. The instant her articulatio genus left the background, the hand constricting her neck clamped off her atomic number 8 provision off from where she needed it most, and she began to choke. Ragdolling pathetically with her legs wriggling back and Forth River in a meek gesture of protest, she felt her consistence hauled like a RealDoll over to the slope of the ring. She was deposited chest-first on the middle rope, and soon felt the top tintinnabulation rophy lashed around both of her munition. With her entire body suspended between the couple of inch-thick pleach 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 waistline and tangled up in boxing ring ropes.

"One last matter to do before I had her off to you, gentleman's gentleman !"declared the man quickly growing fifth wheel on how very much tolerance the justice-serving Swedish maiden had for dragging out her ‘ wager.'Unable to see anything other than the cobbled-together gem rampart on the side of the practice ring, Brigitte was taken by surprise when she felt the waistcloth of her shorts torn down from around her jiggling, fair-skinned couple 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 .