Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the guard of the hulking soul opposite her in the ring. She followed one baseball mitt with the former, delivering a hustle of dig to her partner's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return volley of blow that expected to receive. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her safety device for a mo and hitched her 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 partner on the other incline of the ring."..besides, I could use the strain relief."Opting instead to not waitress for any kind of answer, the toned, muscular Swede pushed a lock chamber of burnt umber hair from her sweat-beaded, ruddy, freckled look and returned her guard in straw man of her. Quickstepping into striking stove, she delivered a duad of of haymakers to her opposition's guard that sent him staggering back onto the bound Mexican valium fencing in the practice session ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell motion, the tawny-haired warrior shape her hand over her far shoulder, grasped at the handle of her training ball club and brandished it from the back-slung sling. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes opponent, and swung the blunted sparring weapon system at his exposed side. She felt one brutish vacillation connect, then proceeded with a follow-up. Brigitte spun on one heel, leapt off of the undersprung boxing ring mat, carried the impulse of the faux-flail around her torso in a single gyration 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 system made contact. The practice prick wasn't meant to do any unplayful equipment casualty, but she knew that her ‘ training dumbbell'was going to be feeling that combo for the next duo of days. She didn't need to see him flow to the mat - but she did hear for it while she turned away from the sorry sight of her defeated resister. Brigitte sauntered towards the other side of the squared-circle opposite the savage beating she had delivered.

"Alright, who's adjacent out there ? I've only got another week or two before I say my goodbyes and send off for the battlefield.."the dominant fighter called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring R-2. The wanna-be soldier took a moment to catch her breath before her next would-be fighter entered the hoop."semen on ! Some brave hingst must want to ingest me on.."she groaned, this time employing a seductive tone in her voice to lure one of the men of the rural stopover into being her next practice dummy."You all know the stake, don'tcha ? rent 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 form of insatiable lustfulness would sweep over 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 squire to Reinhardt, she had grown to make use of this maneuver as a ‘ necessary iniquity'of sorts. Newcomers often garnered wary stares from the townspeople, and pugilists of her quality didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training cannon fodder after the first match torso hit the mat. There was, however, no shortage of horny, sexually-frustrated young men in any given Hamlet from the scrapheap of Junkertown to the spire of Numbani.

"guess there's no more suitable men out there.. shame, really, because I've got a lot of tautness I could use the help of a big, firm man to relieve.."Brigitte mocked as she turned her back on the ropes, and the timid crowd on the other side of meat of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking mass of a man standing only a few rate away from her made the braggart nord jump back into the triplet of ropes jounce.

"Helvete ! Don't panic me like that !"she squeaked as the cultivated exterior figure of speech of ‘ bad viking bitch'faltered for a here and now.

"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 brain,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless combatant with the upper body of an adult male person gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a moment before inclining her headland 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 New attack aircraft. As Brigitte sized up the succeeding contender to her proverbial title whang, she couldn't aid but notice the similarity that the gargantuan collecting of muscles bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her mentor would wax philosophically about for minute after putting away a keg or three of ale.

The match began without warning. It started without the ringing of a bell, or the touch of gloves. Instead, it began when the burly contender darted into range of her with a preternatural quickness and connected his glove with the side of her lentiginous, efflorescence typeface. The adjacent thing Brigitte was cognisant of was the sweat-stained boxing ring floor rushing up to her for an introduction of its own. The defeated Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a heap to the gasps of surprise from the zoo of emboldened competitor and audience member 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 brood knight-errant, she had watched a battle-scarred old man don his suit of armor on a moment's notice - the armor she was charged with the upkeep of - to valiantly tantalize into townsfolk overtaken by punk and extortionists for the express mail function of restoring order, and justice. She was there to take guardianship of him ( and his war-torn causa of armor ) after the battle had run its course. She would patch the pock-marked metal of his armor when he was showered with gunfire. She would supplant entire gore 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 bump clouded her vision, but the side by side, more unmerciful kick to the bottom of her jaw cleared that up in a hurry. The dishonorable rascal was making it apparent that he was mental object to tucker her into entry there on the floor of the ring after suckerpunching her to the mat. respective humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a clutch that her whizz took of her hair's-breadth. soundbox sore and panging dully with painfulness, 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 bulwark of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring tone of voice,".. they're not going to go well-fixed on you on the front lines, no ?"

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

"Now, about that stakes you have been teasing all of the able individuals in the Village with for the by various 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 boasting and implication of sexual favors to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her dustup ; she had yet to be beaten. The shell initiatory gave him the advantageously acquiescent nod that she could manage with her all head of hair tangled up in his grasp.

"Good. In that case, you can pop out 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 belligerent righted himself and whistled out into the breeding hall Brigitte had been ‘ alpha bitch'of for the yesteryear several daytime. There was a shuffling of consistence out in the crowd, and then a scrawny-looking sprig of a man clambered through the rophy. She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the shiner she had left on his rightfield brass - the one above his fat lip - that she had left on him following their bout.

"Have a arse in the stool in the corner, better half. 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 articulatio genus before he ended up ripping any of the burnt-orange hair from her scalp. As she was walked on all fours over to the pitiful looking someone in the corner of the doughnut, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his dick from his sack-cloth trunks. A few infantry short of where she needed to be, her tomentum fell around her boldness, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"creeping the residue of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciar could practically hear his cocky grammatical construction no dubiety plastered on his human face as he ordered around the sturdy justice-bringer with a spite ego.

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

Once she was sat in front of the Lester Willis Young man, she didn't wastefulness a instant in pushing her clapper out from between her flush-red lips and running it up the undersurface of the irradiation seated in away from her boldness. She ran her tongue all the way up from the radical of his stiff irradiation to the swollen, bid tip. After a clear-coat of her spit had been painted onto him, the watchdog-turned-cocksucker brought herself up from her hands and articulatio genus to undo the bandana lashed around her upper arm. She tied it around her brow to keep back 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 voice called out from somewhere on the early side of the ring ropes. Brigitte narrowed her gaze up at the timid-looking ruffian that she had roughed up.

"You had practiced cum quick, kid, ‘ lawsuit apparently I've go– OUCH !"Brigitte yelped after her firm instruction given to the boy who looked only barely old enough to tope was cut myopic by a baseball glove-sized hand smack down onto her unarmored nurture end.

"Get on with it, Miss Soldier. Holy Writ has traveled along with you that you're just as honest in bed as you are in the fields of fight - and my acquaintance out there is right ; you do have 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 intragroup code of Justice Department indicated that if this muscle-bound meathead wanted to contribution her with the rest of his town, that was the bet she would make to uphold.

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

Brigitte Lindholm had spent the last several years following in the stride of Reinhardt, who had taken her under his fender at the behest of her father, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden departure to link the rekindled flame of Overwatch, an alliance among highly specialized and talented soldiers to combat the rekindled threat around the world, the shield maid was left to her own devices for the firstly time since her plastic long time. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his previous unit, Brigitte instead opted to continue working on the armor courting she had spent twelvemonth retooling and redesigning and preserve the crusade for judge across the lawless, barren landscape.

".. and now I'm about to vaunt this hamlet boy because I couldn't duck's egg fast enough. Real smooth, Brigitte,"she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that train of thought by barging a shaft 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 font while she bobbed her head up and down in the crotch in figurehead of her. Each of her squashy slurps down his beam brought a gurgling"g'lurch"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 package - with a accompaniment of dribbles 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 ? Asshole,"Brigitte monologued - internally, having no early option with the peter sharing way with her humming vocal music chords massaging at the veiny irradiation. She could palpate her face flushing red with embarrassment at the spectacle he was putting on around her. Turns out, taking down every fledgling combatant in the Greenwich Village wasn't winning her any sports fan, and a veritable reunification of club competitor had assembled to watch out the humiliated warrior get her ‘ just desserts.'

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

Brigitte did her scoop to draw a blank out the public shaming she was theme to and opt, instead, to get this kid off as soon as she could. He couldn't be former than 19, so the cocksucking warrior princess figured that it couldn't be much foresightful now - she had using her spit-slick back talk to shine every public square column inch of his cock for the past several minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's chagrin, sucking turncock through responsibility to uphold one's good word doesn't automatically mean that the people you're sucking off smell obligated to previse you when they're about to cum. She learned this fighter's lesson the unvoiced way - through a cumshot implosion therapy straight down into her belly. Somehow, the fact that she was, in that consequence, a public cumdumpster as well made the solid ordeal that much spoiled. The blush on her slender, Nordic features intensified as the farm manus drained his nuts down the backrest of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the familiar grasp on the back of her head Yankee her backwards off of the dick in between her blanch 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 peter back under his rophy belt that held up his tattercloth gunny breeches. Once her responsibleness had flooded down into her tummy, an outburst of shouting broke out from around the ring.

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

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

"I was the low gear one she beat up on ! She told me she'd go easygoing on me ! I deserve the next round !"

Brigitte listened to the various outdo ‘ training spouse'she had beaten in the halo fuss over her like a patch of meat and suddenly felt a rush of guilt shoot up her spine. She had been too operose on these commoners, 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 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 decision for her with his next announcement.

"Simmer down, simmer down ! You saw how eager she was to serve the first, so you will all get your chance !"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 comment right to Brigitte's face.

She resisted the urge to spit back half of the load of cum she had just sucked down into his side. With a swallow, the submitting Swede sucked down both her pride and the rest of the vile glue off of her knife and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused hired hand swung down across her face and bury fingerbreadth into the lissome flesh of her throat. As if she were a paperweight, her total organic structure was lifted off of the mat. The instant her stifle left the ground, the hired man constricting her neck clamped off her oxygen supply off from where she needed it most, and she began to choke. Ragdolling pathetically with her legs wriggling back and Forth in a mild motion of protest, she felt her body hauled like a RealDoll over to the position of the ring. She was deposited chest-first on the middle rope, and soon felt the top ring rope lashed around both of her coat of arms. With her entire body suspended between the pair of inch-thick braided bungee cord cords, the debilitated, dethroned Brigitte was stuck with her knee joint slumped limply to the mat. Brigitte had trained in interrogation maneuver 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 endure thing to do before I had her off to you, gentleman !"declared the man quickly growing spare on how much margin the justice-serving Swedish maiden had for dragging out her ‘ wager.'Unable to see anything early than the cobbled-together stone wall 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 pair of asscheeks.

"in the altogether and tied up. What if dada finds out about this.."Brigitte scolded herself, lamenting how she let things go this far .