Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the guard of the hulking single opposite her in the ring. She followed one baseball 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 return volley of bump that expected to invite. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her guard for a moment and hitched her baseball glove onto her hips, shifted her weight over to one hip, and cocked her headway to the side.

"Kom igen, hit back ! They're not going to go wanton on me while I'm out there fighting beside Reinhardt.."she whined across the her sparring partner on the other side of the ring."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not hold off for any kind of answer, the toned, muscular yellow turnip pushed a lock of umber hair from her sweat-beaded, ruby-red, freckle face and returned her safety in front of her. Quickstepping into striking ambit, she delivered a pair of of haymakers to her opponent's guard that sent him staggering back onto the bound roach fencing in the drill ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell motion, the tawny-haired warrior cast her hand over her far shoulder joint, grasped at the handle of her training society and brandished it from the back-slung slingback. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes antagonist, and swung the blunted sparring weapon at his let out side of meat. She felt one brutish lilt connect, then proceeded with a follow-up. Brigitte spun on one heel, leapt off of the undersprung pugilism ring mat, carried the momentum of the faux-flail around her soundbox in a individual rotation and took aim at where she knew her opposite'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 legal injury, but she knew that her ‘ breeding pinhead'was going to be feeling that combo for the adjacent twain 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 drab sight of her defeated adversary. Brigitte sauntered towards the former side of the squared-circle opposite the savage beating she had delivered.

"Alright, who's side by side out there ? I've only got another calendar week or two before I say my cheerio and ship off for the battlefield.."the dominant attack aircraft called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring rope. The wanna-be soldier took a mo to bewitch her breath before her next manque combatant entered the doughnut."Come on ! Some brave hingst must want to take me on.."she groaned, this time employing a seductive timber in her phonation to entice one of the men of the rural way station into being her future practice 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 ringing with the significance that some form of insatiable lust would overcome her had she found a fighter capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her nomadic travels across the war-torn countryside as a gallant to Reinhardt, she had grown to throw use of this tactics as a ‘ essential immorality'of form. starter often garnered suspicious stares from the townspeople, and pugilist of her calibre didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training fodder after the initiative duad eubstance hit the mat. There was, however, no famine of horny, sexually-frustrated young men in any given hamlet from the scrapheap of Junkertown to the spires of Numbani.

"guess there's no more worthy men out there.. shame, really, because I've got a lot of tension I could use the help of a big, strong man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the ropes, and the cautious crew on the other side of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking mountain of a man standing only a few pace away from her made the cock-a-hoop nord jumping back into the triplet of rophy shock.

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

"I didn't mean to restrain you, Ms. Lindholm - but my name is Sven, and I do signify to try my best to beat you, if you don't creative thinker,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless scrapper with the upper organic structure of an grownup male gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a moment before inclining her head word in acknowledgment of his fighting Good Book. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her fists in a bellicose monition of her intent to box the New scrapper. As Brigitte sized up the adjacent challenger to her proverbial title belt, she couldn't help but notice the similarities that the gargantuan collecting of muscleman 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 mate began without warning. It started without the ringing of a toll, or the touch of gloves. Instead, it began when the burly rival darted into range of her with a uncanny quickness and connected his mitt with the position of her freckled, flush face. The next affair Brigitte was mindful of was the sweat-stained packing ring floor rushing up to her for an introduction of its own. The defeated Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a wad to the gasps of surprise from the menagerie of emboldened challenger and audience members alike.

Brigitte had learned from her mentor that it was important to fight with laurels, and to protect those who needed protecting. In her traveling across the bandit-ridden countryside with Reinhardt Wilhelm, the brood knight-errant, she had watched a battle-scarred old man don his suit of armour on a consequence's notice - the armor she was charged with the sustainment of - to valiantly drive into townsfolk overtaken by thug and extortioner for the express intent of restoring decree, and DoJ. She was there to direct care of him ( and his war-torn wooing of armor ) after the engagement had run its course. She would patch the pock-marked alloy of his armor when he was showered with gunfire. She would exchange entire jury where some grunt's weapon had bashed through it.

He did it without faltering ; a firm 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 vision, but the side by side, more unmerciful beef to the bottom of her jaw cleared that up in a rush. The dishonorable rogue was making it plain that he was content to beat her into compliance there on the storey of the ring after suckerpunching her to the mat. several humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a grip that her wizard took of her hair. 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 grand pardon, 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 line of reasoning, no ?"

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

"Now, about that stake you have been teasing all of the able-bodied somebody in the Greenwich Village with for the past several days.. I think this makes me the winner, does it not ?"

Brigitte, again, said nothing. If his fighting vogue was any indication, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking boasts and implications of sexual favor to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her Son ; she had yet to be beaten. The shield maiden over gave him the best acquiescent nod that she could deal with her totally head of hair tangled up in his grasp.

"trade good. In that case, you can start by sucking off my Quaker - he's been limping two dark straight after ‘ sparring'with you, miss,"her rippling contest-winner said flatly. She watched as the hero righted himself and whistled out into the breeding hall Brigitte had been ‘ alpha beef'of for the past several days. There was a shuffling of body out in the gang, 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 right cheek - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a buttocks in the fecal matter in the niche, 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's-breadth by the require 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 tomentum from her scalp. As she was walked on all fours over to the poor looking individual in the corner of the ring, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his cock from his sack-cloth boxers. A few feet short of where she needed to be, her hair fell around her nerve, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"Crawl the relaxation of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciary could practically discover his cocky formula no doubt 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 cheek of the plough-pulling pup she had soundly trounced growing closer as she crawled towards him. More pressing, however, was the pounding putz standing on end in the boy's lap. Brigitte knew that she wasn't going to get out of this mob without ‘ making it up'to this sodbuster's son by way of that dick being somewhere in the neighborhood of her tonsils.

Once she was sat in social movement of the youthful man, she didn't waste a moment in pushing her glossa out from between her flush-red back talk and running it up the undersurface of the jibe seated column inch away from her face. She ran her lingua all the way up from the theme of his stiff 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 knees to undo the bandana lashed around her upper arm. She tied it around her os frontale to prevent her red clay tinted heading 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 ring ropes. Brigitte narrowed her gaze up at the timid-looking hooligan that she had roughed up.

"You had better cum quick, kid, ‘ cause apparently I've go– OUCH !"Brigitte yelped after her firm education given to the boy who looked only barely old enough to drink was cut scant by a baseball glove-sized hand smack down onto her unarmored posterior end.

"Get on with it, Miss Soldier. Word has traveled along with you that you're just as sound in bed as you are in the field of operation of scrap - and my booster out there is right ; you do give quite the backlog of ‘ work'to get to,"sneered the gravel-coated part of the Sven, the bruiser who had cold-cocked her just moments ago. Brigitte's big-talk had caught up with her, and her home codification of judge indicated that if this muscle-bound meathead wanted to plowshare her with the eternal rest of his township, that was the bet she would have to uphold.

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

Brigitte Lindholm had spent the concluding various days following in the pace of Reinhardt, who had taken her under his wing at the behest of her Father-God, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden loss to join the rekindled fire of Overwatch, an alliance among highly specialized and talented soldiers to combat the rekindled menace around the world, the shield maiden was left to her own gimmick for the first time since her formative years. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his previous social unit, Brigitte instead opted to extend working on the armour suit she had spent geezerhood retooling and redesigning and continue the crusade 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 legato, Brigitte,"she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that train of thought by barging a cock past her tonsils 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 teacher up and down in the crotch in presence of her. Each of her sloppy slurps down his shaft brought a gurgling"g'lunge"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her gorge. Within bit, she had effectively slobbered down every in of the young man's humble bundle - with a complement of slobber rolling down over his balls.

"Sounds like she's having a safe time, wouldn't you say ? !"shouted the combatant who put her here in the foremost post out into the crowd.

"Helvete.. he's not just letting me do this, he's making a djävlar appearance out of it ? Asshole,"Brigitte monologued - internally, having no other selection with the cock sharing room with her humming vocal chords massaging at the veiny jibe. She could find her nerve flushing red with embarrassment at the spectacle he was putting on around her. Turns out, taking down every fledgling paladin in the small town wasn't winning her any fans, and a regular reunification of bludgeon challengers had assembled to watch the humiliated warrior get her ‘ just desserts.'

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

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

As it turns out, to Brigitte's chagrin, sucking cock through obligation to uphold one's commodity Scripture doesn't automatically imply that the people you're sucking off feel obligated to previse you when they're about to cum. She learned this champion'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 whole ordeal that a great deal worse. The bloom on her slender, Scandinavian language lineament intensified as the farm paw drained his en down the backbone of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the familiar range on the back of her header yank her backwards off of the cock 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 closed chain as quickly as he came, tucking his spent cock back under his rope belt that held up his tattercloth burlap knee pants. Once her obligation 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'funny !"

"I was the number 1 one she beat up on ! She told me she'd go loose on me ! I deserve the next daily round !"

Brigitte listened to the various bested ‘ training pardner'she had beaten in the ring fuss over her like a composition of meat and suddenly felt a flush of guilt shoot up her pricker. She had been too hard on these common man, perhaps. She was a soldier-in-training, hand-reared by the legendary horse Reinhardt Wilhelm. What chance did most of these men have against her in fighting ? Maybe she deserved to get parted out for all the sexual party favor 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 succeeding announcement.

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

She resisted the urge to sprinkle back half of the burden of cum she had just sucked down into his face. With a sup, the submitting Swede sucked down both her pridefulness and the rest of the unworthy glue off of her tongue and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused helping hand swung down across her face and sunk digits into the supple flesh of her pharynx. As if she were a paperweight, her entire eubstance was lifted off of the mat. The instant her knees left the ground, the hand constricting her neck clamped off her oxygen supply off from where she needed it most, and she began to strangle. Ragdolling pathetically with her branch wriggling back and Forth in a modest gesture of protest, she felt her physical structure hauled like a RealDoll over to the side of the band. She was deposited chest-first on the eye Mexican valium, and soon felt the top gang rope lashed around both of her arms. With her entire body suspended between the distich of inch-thick braided bungee corduroy, the debilitated, dethroned Brigitte was stuck with her knees slumped limply to the mat. Brigitte had trained in interrogative tactics with Reinhardt, but she hadn't exactly prepared for what to do if she found herself hang over at the waist and tangled up in boxing ring ropes.

"One last matter to do before I had her off to you, gentlemen !"declared the man quickly growing spare part on how much tolerance the justice-serving Swedish maiden had for dragging out her ‘ wager.'Unable to see anything former than the cobbled-together Harlan Stone wall on the face of the practice band, Brigitte was taken by surprise when she felt the girdle of her shorts torn down from around her jiggling, fair-skinned twain of asscheeks.

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