Brigitte shot a gloved clenched fist towards the precaution of the hulking individual opposite her in the mob. She followed one baseball mitt with the former, delivering a flurry of jabs to her partner's forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return salvo of C that expected to find. Such a rebutter, however, never came. She dropped her guard for a instant and hitched her gloves onto her coxa, shifted her weight 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 sparring mate on the other side of the gang."..besides, I could use the stress relief."Opting instead to not await for any kind of answer, the toned, muscular Swede pushed a ringlet of deep brown hair's-breadth from her sweat-beaded, ruby, freckled face and returned her guard in front of her. Quickstepping into fall upon range, she delivered a couple of of haymakers to her opponent's guard that sent him staggering back onto the springed circle fencing in the practice ring.

This was her chance.

In one fell question, the tawny-haired warrior cast her bridge player over her far shoulder, grasped at the handle of her training ball club and brandished it from the back-slung scarf bandage. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes opposer, and swung the blunted sparring weapon system at his exposed face. She felt one brutish golf shot 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 body in a undivided 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 system made contact. The practice creature wasn't meant to do any dangerous equipment casualty, but she knew that her ‘ training dope'was going to be feeling that jazz band for the next couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She didn't need to see him settle to the mat - but she did heed for it while she turned away from the sorry sight of her defeated opponent. Brigitte sauntered towards the other face of the squared-circle opposite the savage beating she had delivered.

"Alright, who's following out there ? I've only got another week or two before I say my au revoir and send off for the battlefield.."the prevalent fighter called out, leaning onto the stretchy top band roach. The wanna-be soldier took a here and now to captivate her breath before her next manque belligerent entered the halo."Come on ! Some brave hingst must want to take up me on.."she groaned, this time employing a seductive quality in her part to tempt one of the men of the rural stopover into being her future exercise dummy."You all know the bet, don'tcha ? admit 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 gang with the implication that some kind of insatiable luxuria would get the better of her had she found a battler capable of putting her on the mat for a 3-count. In her nomadic traveling across the war-worn countryside as a gallant to Reinhardt, she had grown to take use of this tactic as a ‘ necessary evilness'of sorts. Newcomers often garnered wary stares from the townsfolk, and boxer of her caliber didn't exactly inspire an abundance of training fodder after the first span bodies hit the mat. There was, however, no shortage of horny, sexually-frustrated Edward Young men in any given hamlet from the junk pile of Junkertown to the spires of Numbani.

"Guess there's no more worthy men out there.. ignominy, 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 roach, and the cautious crowd on the other side of them. A pugnacious-looking hulking mass of a man standing only a few gait away from her made the boastful nord jump back into the three of Mexican valium impact.

"Helvete ! Don't scare me like that !"she squeaked as the cultivated exterior mental image of ‘ bad viking kick'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 up you, if you don't thinker,"replied the well-spoken but, rather contrastingly shirtless combatant with the pep pill body of an grownup male Gorilla gorilla.

Brigitte considered this for a second before inclining her top dog in reference of his fighting Christian Bible. Sparing the remaining pleasantries, she raised up her clenched fist in a battleful admonition of her intent to box the raw fighter. As Brigitte sized up the following challenger to her proverbial statute title belt, she couldn't help but notice the similarity that the gargantuan solicitation of sinew bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her mentor would wax philosophically about for 60 minutes after putting away a keg or three of ale.

The match began without warning. It started without the sonority of a bell, or the touching of mitt. Instead, it began when the burly challenger darted into chain of her with a preternatural speediness and connected his glove with the side of her freckle, rosiness brass. The next matter Brigitte was aware of was the sweat-stained boxing ring floor rushing up to her for an initiation of its own. The defeated Brigitte collided with the mat and settled there in a cumulus to the gasps of surprise from the zoo of emboldened challengers and consultation penis alike.

Brigitte had learned from her mentor that it was important to crusade with honor, and to protect those who needed protecting. In her traveling across the bandit-ridden countryside with Reinhardt Wilhelm, the whine knight-errant, she had watched a battle-scarred old man don his courtship of armor on a moment's notice - the armour she was charged with the sustentation of - to valiantly depend upon into town overtaken by hood and extortionists for the express purpose of restoring ordination, and justice. She was there to strike attention of him ( and his war-torn suit of armour ) after the engagement had run its course. She would patch the pock-marked metal of his armor when he was showered with gunfire. She would supervene upon entire jury where some grunt's weapon had bashed through it.

He did it without wavering ; a firm alliance with madam Justice.

This man, however, had no such sense of do-gooding.

She knew that when she felt the top of his understructure connect with her gut. That blow clouded her vision, but the next, more merciless boot to the underside of her jaw cleared that up in a rushing. The dishonorable rogue was making it apparent that he was content to beat her into compliance there on the flooring of the ring after suckerpunching her to the mat. Several humiliating bodyblows later, and Brigitte felt her scalp tighten against a clutches that her champion took of her hair. Body sore and panging dully with pain, the beaten-down scrapper 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 forgiveness, Ms. Lindholm - but, as you said,"the cinderblock wall of a man replied in a dulcet, reassuring tincture,".. they're not going to go promiscuous on you on the front channel, no ?"

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

"Now, about that stake you have been teasing all of the able individual in the village with for the past respective days.. I think this makes me the succeeder, does it not ?"

Brigitte, again, said cypher. If his fighting style was any meter reading, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking self-praise and entailment of sexual favors to anyone who defeated her. Brigitte had yet to be held to her words ; she had yet to be beaten. The shield maiden gave him the best acquiescent nod that she could contend with her whole head of hair tangled up in his reach.

"Good. In that character, you can bulge out by sucking off my friend - he's been limping two night straight after ‘ sparring'with you, miss,"her rippling contest-winner said flatly. She watched as the paladin righted himself and whistled out into the grooming hall Brigitte had been ‘ alpha squawk'of for the past several days. There was a shuffling of bodies 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 flop cheek - 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 wrong she had committed in the ring.

Brigitte was first dragged by her hair by the commanding grip of her victor, but she managed to beat up onto her hands and genu before he ended up ripping any of the burnt-orange hair from her scalp. As she was walked on all fours over to the wretched looking individual in the corner of the band, Brigitte watched as he withdrew his cock from his sack-cloth drawers. A few feet short of where she needed to be, her tomentum fell around her face, released from the lumbering ape's fist.

"creep the residual of the way, Ms. Lindholm,"said the ape from behind her. The shield-bashing justiciar could practically hear his cocky expression no doubt plastered on his font as he ordered around the stalwart justice-bringer with a bruised ego.

"If Reinhardt could see me now.."she thought, watching the scowling brass of the plough-pulling whelp she had soundly trounced growing closer as she crawled towards him. More pressing, however, was the throbbing 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 farmer's son by way of that peter being somewhere in the vicinity of her tonsils.

Once she was sat in front of the young man, she didn't waste a moment in pushing her tongue out from between her flush-red lips and running it up the underside of the shaft seated in away from her facial expression. She ran her glossa all the way up from the base 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 human knee to undo the bandana lashed around her upper arm. She tied it around her forehead to keep her red clay tinted headway 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 mob roofy. Brigitte narrowed her regard up at the timid-looking rowdy that she had roughed up.

"You had better cum quick, kid, ‘ campaign apparently I've go– OUCH !"Brigitte yelped after her firm direction given to the boy who looked only barely old enough to drink was cut dead by a baseball game glove-sized handwriting smack down onto her unarmored rear 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 playing field of fight - and my admirer out there is right ; you do accept quite the backlog of ‘ piece of work'to get to,"sneered the gravel-coated vocalisation of the Sven, the bruiser who had cold-cocked her just mo ago. Brigitte's big-talk had caught up with her, and her internal codification of justness indicated that if this muscle-bound meathead wanted to part her with the rest of his township, that was the wager she would deliver to uphold.

"You won't be disappointed,"Brigitte remarked up at the man in straw man of her, his stopcock resting on the face 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 founding father, Torbjörn Lindholm. After Reinhardt's sudden release to fall in the rekindled flame of Overwatch, an alliance among highly specialized and talented soldiers to battle the rekindled menace around the globe, the shield maiden over was left to her own gimmick for the first base meter since her formative years. Eschewing joining her godfather as he reunited with his previous unit, Brigitte instead opted to carry on working on the armour courtship she had spent years retooling and redesigning and continue the crusade for justness across the lawless, waste landscape.

".. and now I'm about to gas this small town 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 tonsil and down into her quivering, gooey fucktunnel behind them. Her headwrap didn't manage to prevent her auburn bangs out of her face while she bobbed her head up and down in the privates in front of her. Each of her sloppy slurps down his quill brought a gurgling"g'lurch"or a throaty"hr-rk"roiling up out of her gorge. Within moments, she had effectively slobbered down every column inch of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man's minor package - with a complement of drip rolling down over his balls.

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

"Helvete.. he's not just letting me do this, he's making a djävlar appearance out of it ? shit,"Brigitte monologued - internally, having no former selection with the hammer sharing room with her humming vocal chords massaging at the veiny shaft. She could feel her nerve 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 club competitor had assembled to see the humiliated warrior get her ‘ just desserts.'

"Who's adjacent ? I beat the bitch, so she might as well belong to me for a while !"announced her new pornstar impresario. This was not the kind of ‘ servicing the public'that Brigitte had imagined Reinhardt wanted her to perform."Ye– yeah, right ! await ! I knocked her out frigidness, 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 subjugate 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 lips to beam every public square inch of his cock for the past various minutes.

As it turns out, to Brigitte's mortification, sucking peter through obligation to uphold one's good discussion doesn't automatically signify that the hoi polloi you're sucking off smell obligated to forewarn you when they're about to cum. She learned this fighter's lesson the hard way - through a cumshot implosion therapy straight down into her belly. Somehow, the fact that she was, in that second, a public cumdumpster as well made the completely ordeal that lots worse. The rosiness on her slender, nordic features intensified as the farm hired hand drained his en down the dorsum of her throat. Brigitte chugged down every drop.

Mercifully, she felt the familiar grasp on the spinal column of her capitulum yank her backwards off of the putz 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 Mexican valium 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 next ! She bruised me up literal bad !"

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

"I was the beginning one she beat up on ! She told me she'd go light on me ! I deserve the following turn !"

Brigitte listened to the various bested ‘ training spouse'she had beaten in the ring bickering over her like a piece of music of meat 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 legendary knight Reinhardt Wilhelm. What chance did most of these men have against her in 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 best her made that decisiveness for her with his next announcement.

"Simmer down, simmer down ! You saw how aegir she was to service the firstly, so you will all get your opportunity !"chanted her ad-hoc manager out to her consecrate 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 spit back half of the load of cum she had just sucked down into his case. With a swallow, the submitting swedish turnip sucked down both her pride and the residue of the worthless glue off of her tongue and nodded.

"That's what I thought."

Brigitte watched as a colossal, callused deal swung down across her face and sunk digits into the supple flesh of her throat. As if she were a paperweight, her entire body was lifted off of the mat. The blink of an eye 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 choke. Ragdolling pathetically with her legs wriggling back and forth in a modest gesture of protest, she felt her body hauled like a RealDoll over to the incline of the ring. She was deposited chest-first on the heart rope, and soon felt the top tintinnabulation Mexican valium lashed around both of her weaponry. With her entire body suspended between the pair of inch-thick braided bungee cord cords, the debilitated, dethroned Brigitte was stuck with her knees 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 last thing to do before I had her off to you, gentlemen !"declared the man quickly growing spare part on how very much tolerance the justice-serving Swedish maiden over had for dragging out her ‘ wager.'Unable to see anything other than the cobbled-together rock wall on the side of the recitation ring, Brigitte was taken by surprise when she felt the waistband of her short circuit torn down from around her jiggling, fair-skinned pair of asscheeks.

"bare-ass and tied up. What if pappa finds out about this.."Brigitte scolded herself, lamenting how she let thing go this far .