The Cruise Ship by Sega
Asianised by Aussie Greg with permission
I am smart, dammit, I am so smart! - said Zhao Mingyong to
himself while enjoying the sight of the couple having sex on the
spying cam. He zoomed in. Hmm, she's good… She is strong, she is
very strong, he thought as he watched the sturdy 45 year old from
Zhao Mingyong appraised the woman's legs: they were extremely well muscled and she also had good stamina since she was pumping back madly, in rhythm with the heavy man, letting out guttural moans. In his opinion, the legs and the arse won a fight and Zhang Wei was endowed with hard legs and arse…
And she's also an opportunist, thought Zhao Mingyong. Strength and a good, hard layer of deep instinct, a layer not shaped by our nowadays civilization and rules - this makes a woman win a clash. The instinct of an animal of prey - that's what brings a woman the victory… I suppose that in less than two weeks, rejoiced Zhao Mingyong, Zhang Wei and Yang Lan will get at it… They will get at it fully, if I may put it so, since I nicely fuelled them both.
However, he was still not able to make any bets on which the winner will be. The Hong Kong resident Zhang Wei, the one who was fucking right now under his eyes, was strong but so was Yang Lan and she also fucked the daylights off her big companion…
Zhao Mingyong took a deep breath. Perhaps he should look again at one of the movies in which Yang Lan fucked in her own cabin… Perhaps he could compare them better now. Oh, fuck! No matter who wins - thank God they will fight, he said to himself, but he still enjoyed evaluating the prospects about each woman…
Minutes later, Zhang Wei came loudly, shaking the man that
impaled her deeply, in prolonged outbursts. Zhao Mingyong froze in
front of the spying cam: the
Remembering this, Zhao Mingyong began to breathe faster. After a while, he swallowed his spittle. He gathered himself after a minute. He then wrote something on a piece of paper before making 8 photocopies of. Then, he gave a last look at the couple (they were catching their breath on the bed), he turned off the camera and he called for one of his employees.
"You have a list here," he said. "Give each of these clients this message, will you?"
"Of course, Zhao Mingyong," smiled the employee, taking the eight white envelopes. He bowed and he left the cabin.
Zhao Mingyong sipped from his glass of cognac. Zhang Wei and Yang Lan will fight, he said to himself, almost trembling in expectancy. I am smart, damn it, I am so smart! It took me five months of hard manipulation but I made them hate each other so much, for chrissakes! Will Zhang Wei crush Yang Lan's bones or will the Singaporean suffocate Zhang Wei? - he wondered, imagining the two females, moaning loudly, engaged in a mutual hug.
Who knows, who knows…?
In a way, it was a piece of cake, he thought. It was a piece of
cake to make two women hate each other so much so as to plan and
seek to kill each other. The rumours already ran
through the crew of the Casino Cruise ship GOLDEN PHOENIX as it
sailed around the
Zhao Mingyong had done a fine job. On the other hand, he admitted to
himself that he had been lucky. The vast majority of his crew came
from poor countries. They were not well educated and how could they
be, if they accepted to work 16 hours a day, 7 days a week, for
months in a row, in exchange for a salary of only 200 bucks a week?
All his employees were money thirsty and Zhao Mingyong moulded them
easily, especially because he knew how to talk to them.
For instance, two hours ago, Zhang Wei and Yang Lan had a bad, a very bad argument on the second deck of the ship and some of the employees had to part them before some of the clients noticed what was going on. Zhao Mingyong was the chief of personnel of a luxury cruiser and his main task was to keep the ugly things away from his respected clients. He always succeeded in pleasing his clients, especially if some of them paid a lot to see big women like Zhang Wei and Yang Lan get at it.
Anyway, after the two chamber maids had their argument, Zhao Mingyong called them both in his office, on the upper deck. He had called Zhang Wei first, along with her fuck partner, Yan Sen.
Zhang Wei was still breathing heavily when Zhao Mingyong showed her the chair in front of his desk. I hope he won't cut off another ten percent out of my salary, she said to herself. Yan Sen patted her shoulder. She kept looking at the floor, sensing that Zhao Mingyong eyed her from head to toe and it's only then that she realized that her black skirt was fully ripped in the front, up to the waist band, revealing her extremely muscular thighs. She blushed and she tried to cover her legs but she couldn't: the skirt was constantly falling off her thighs.
"I think that I told you not to mess anymore with that woman," began Zhao Mingyong, almost whispering. He looks like grandpa, thought Zhang Wei as he went on: "I talked to you, Yan Sen, and you promised me that it won't happen again."
Yan Sen fidgeted on his chair.
"You are right, sir," he answered after awhile.
Zhao Mingyong grumbled something. Then, he lit a cigar. Of course it was a Cuban cigar; it was a present from Du Haiben, Yang Lan's fuck partner, but none of the crew knew this.
"You perhaps think that you can cope with that woman, Zhang Wei."
Zhang Wei blushed in fury this time.
"I can, sir. Believe me that I can beat that whore!"
Zhao Mingyong raised a hand.
"Allow me to know better, Zhang Wei! Yang Lan is a dangerous person."
"Sir," interjected Yan Sen, "Yang Lan has gone way too far… Well, I have talked to Zhang Wei about it and she says that she can take care of herself. If only you…"
Zhao Mingyong shook head. He did most serious efforts to cover
his growing excitement: he enjoyed the presence of older women,
especially when they were furious and Zhang Wei was an angry woman…
She was a 45 year old
Zhao Mingyong could only hope that Zhang Wei's rage will build up more and more, in order for her to go after Yang Lan, the younger Singaporean once and for all.
"Some people told me," he began, "that Yang Lan brags that she'd tear you to pieces, damn it!" He puffed heavily, as if he had great concerns about Zhang Wei's faith.
"Yang Lan told some of her friends that she'd tear you to pieces, Zhang Wei, and that she'd feed the sharks with your flesh… What the heck is going on between you two?"
Zhang Wei shrugged. She didn't remember how it had all started. She only knew that she hated that long haired bitch from the bottom of her heart… Yang Lan… The younger Singaporean bitch…
Of course that Zhang Wei has heard for herself of Yang Lan's
constant bragging - in fact, they had four or five serious conflicts
up to now but somebody had always parted them before Zhao Mingyong
invited them to his office. Ten percent of the monthly wage - that
was the average cost of a conflict with bloody Yang Lan, remembered
the
Fuck her! Zhang Wei was pissed off by that bloody Singaporean whore. Yang Lan was combative too, but Zhang Wei was not afraid of her. Besides, she hated her deeply. She would teach that bitch a good lesson, damn it! She would…
"I would break her bones, Zhao Mingyong, if you allow me!" she suddenly said, eyes throwing cold flares. "Just allow me to beat her and I tell you that you'll never hear from her anymore! I'll make her shit all over, in front of her friends before I'll crush her bones, Zhao Mingyong! I'll…"
She gulped: Zhao Mingyong had blushed and she thought that she made him angry.
"Forgive me, Zhao Mingyong!" she said then, when seeing him tremble. "I shouldn't have said that."
"Zhang Wei!" he raised his voice. "Yang Lan is bigger and mean. I don't want you or Yan Sen to come afterwards and tell me that I didn't warn you about her. On the other hand, my only responsibility is to be careful at our clients' wishes… You know what the policy of our company is and you know damned well that the Police never ask too many questions about a… crippled or dead foreign worker. But, dammit, I like you two, guys, and I don't want you to run into serious problems, Zhang Wei…"
The
She wasn't alone, she worked on a luxury cruiser and her boss didn't take any advantage off her. She looked at Yan Sen. He was a good man. He fucked her more often than her husband at home, although he worked very hard. She sometimes thought that she would get a divorce after disembarking the GOLDEN PHOENIX and that she would marry Yan Sen…
Nay… She couldn't… Her son was only 9 years old. Besides, her
husband was not such a bad man - he perhaps drank too many Jingzhi
Baigan with its 44% alcohol, but he was not at all a bad man. He and
Zing were waiting for her to get back home with enough money that
would enable them to have a better life in
"… but, most of all, I am afraid that this Yang Lan would do you, Zhang Wei!" she suddenly heard Zhao Mingyong say. "Believe me, I simply don't want you to get hurt." he said softly.
"I won't get hurt, sir," she answered. "I wanted only… I want to make sure that you won't get mad if I'll do that bitch!"
Zhao Mingyong looked at the two as if relieved. He took a deep drag on his cigar.
"Are you confident in her, Yan Sen?" he asked.
The man nodded. "OK… Suit yourself, then. I just wanted to make sure that you… won't run head first, into most serious problems, Zhang Wei!"
Yan Sen pursed his lips and he said: "I'm glad that you're not mad at us, sir."
One hour later in the same room.
"I don't think I can hold Zhang Wei anymore, Du Haiben! I tried to reason her, but she told me that your Yang Lan had started it all over again. Zhang Wei was mad, believe me and she said that she'll have her own way whatever it takes. I want to tell you that I cannot keep an eye on her 24 hours a day… I mean that I simply won't be able to take care of you all day long, Yang Lan."
Yang Lan felt Zhao Mingyong' soft eyes look upon her in sympathy.
He was a good boss and what she wanted the least was to make him
angry. But, hell! She couldn't stand anymore that bloody
"Zhang Wei threatened you even here, in my own office!" added Zhao Mingyong in a concerned tone. "She was damned serious."
He kept looking at Yang Lan and, by the way she blushed, he knew
that his words got home. He began to leaf through the papers on his
desk but he saw her grin with the corner of his eyes.
I gotcha', bitch! - he said to himself.
"I am not afraid of Zhang Wei, Zhao Mingyong," suddenly said Yang Lan. "If our colleagues wouldn't have stopped us, I would have wiped the floor with her."
"Zhang Wei is a big… err… bitch," said Zhao Mingyong his voice full of fake concern.
Yang Lan opened her eyes wide. She looked at the lithe, grey haired man in front of her. He had always been kind to her and to Du Haiben. He was always talking in a quiet tone.
She smiled.
"She's not much bigger than me, Zhao Mingyong."
Zhao Mingyong nodded, thoughtfully, weighting big Yang Lan. She
was a 42 years long haired Singaporean from the public housing
district of Ang Mo Kio in
And, by the way she was taking fast breathes, Zhao Mingyong realized that Yang Lan was furious. She was damned furious and her thick lips were pale. Zhao Mingyong felt a slight quiver run along his spine. He suddenly found himself think that Yang Lan had a stronger arse than Zhang Wei. Could her butts bring her the victory in the no holds barred clashed that would soon ensue, he asked himself.
As always, he began to think at the woman's background. In his
opinion, a soft life was far too improbable to bring the victory in
a fight to the death but it was not the case with Yang Lan. Her life
had been difficult. She had worked in a factory since she was a
little kid. At 17 she married Ming and she gave him two kids, a boy
and a girl. Then, Ming lost his job. For two long years, they lived
only on the small money Yang Lan was paid at the Japanese owned
factory. Then, the factory was closed as
She also found Du Haiben aboard the cruiser - a good Chnese
stallion from
"I want to say that I am not afraid of her…" she added.
"Beware, Yang Lan!" said Zhao Mingyong. "You know what I want to say, Du Haiben!"
Du Haiben nodded. He somehow suspected Zhao Mingyong of manipulating into fights the female employees aboard the GOLDEN PHOENIX, but this didn't bother him too much. The idea also turned him on, especially after witnessing such a fight a year before… In fact, he had already made bets with some friends of his that Yang Lan would win. How could she lose when it was her who did the fucking?
"I know the rules, Zhao Mingyong," he said. "Yang Lan knows them too. We will be discrete. If that Zhang Wei wants the clash, then she'll have it…"
Zhao Mingyong cleared his voice.
"I want to tell you… I want to tell you that my most serious concern is about… Yang Lan's health…"
Both Yang Lan and Du Haiben smiled in relief.
"That's the least thing you should worry about," said Du Haiben.
"All right… all right… Then, I didn't hear you say anything, Du Haiben. Just suit yourself but I don't want to hear about it, sorry to say it," added Zhao Mingyong.
Zhao Mingyong had all sorts of spies among the crew. Weirdly, they
told him that Zhang Wei and Yang Lan constantly avoided each other
after their last dispute and that, if they somehow met however, they
simply didn't look at each other. Of course that they still bragged
about what they'll do to each other but otherwise, their conflict
seemed to cool down.
On the other hand, Zhao Mingyong wasn't the type to quit easily. Two days later he asked a cook about the ongoing conflict, saying that he's heard Yang Lan boast that Zhang Wei was scared to fight. Two more days had passed and he told a waiter (he lived in Yang Lan's neighboring cabin) to be careful because he had heard Zhang Wei that she intended to assault Yang Lan during her sleep.
Another week had passed and the GOLDEN PHOENIX arrived in
She's faster than Zhang Wei, but Zhang Wei is bigger, he said to
himself. In rest, they are both two animals of prey… Two wild and
strong animals of prey - strong legged, tight arsed, bodies forged
by physical labor… Why don't they fight, damn it?
Yang Lan came, roaring deeply and shaking. She then fell above Du
Haiben and Zhao Mingyong readily captured some pictures of her and
he printed them. He made eight copies and he was ready to send them
to his good, faithful clients when somebody knocked on the door.
It was one of his employees.
"I've heard that they will fight tonight, sir. They will meet in the engine room at 1 o'clock a.m.! Du Haiben, Yan Sen and the chief engineer made all the arrangements."
"Ah," Zhao Mingyong acquiesced. "I suppose there's nothing we can do about it…"
"Sooner or later, sir, they will do it whatever it takes," noticed the employee. "Hmm, sir, I would like to ask you something."
Zhao Mingyong raised an eyebrow.
"Go ahead."
"Who do you think that will win, sir?"
"I don't know… But I've heard that the crew already made bets."
"Well… Everybody agrees that Yang Lan has the stronger arse and that Zhang Wei has broader shoulders. Yang Lan is younger, but Zhang Wei is heavier."
"I don't make bets," suddenly said Zhao Mingyong and his employee bowed before leaving the cabin.
Zhao Mingyong shook his head in anxiety. Who will win? The
younger Singaporean, or the bigger
He found no answer and he poured himself a cognac. He then wrote something on a piece of paper which he again made 8 copies of.
Zhang Wei could hardly catch up her breath and she saw Yang Lan
in a blur. Swallowing her spittle, she looked at her long haired
foe. The younger Yang Lan was also breathing heavily. Besides, she
was bleeding profusely from her nose and lips.
"Go, Zhang Wei, go! You did fine!" shouted Yan Sen but his voice was
instantly covered by Du Haiben's: he and his friends began to shout
at Yang Lan, encouraging her to finish up the
"She's tired, Yang Lan! Go get her! Go get her!" kept shouting Du Haiben.
Then, all the onlookers began to shout like mad - besides Yan Sen
and Du Haiben there were around twenty people couples watching the
fight. However, Zhang Wei had the strange feeling that their clash
was also witnessed by somebody else.
So what? - she thought.
She slipped her left breast back into her white bra. She then looked at Yang Lan who seemed to be unaware that one of her boobs was dangling freely, out of the red bra, its big, brown nipple proudly tasting the air.
The bitch! - rejoiced the big
Shit! Yang Lan suddenly leaped forth, throwing wide punches to
the face and big Zhang Wei answered back blow by blow. She still has
fight in her, realized the
"Fuck you, whore!" hissed Zhang Wei.
"
Zhang Wei managed to get Yang Lan with a series of fists in the
hanging belly but the younger Singaporean began to powerfully pull
the
"Ah."
For a brief moment, Zhang Wei lost her balance and she almost
fell to her knees but she managed to push harder with all her might,
driving Yang Lan to the nearest wall. The Singaporean's back thudded
against it, but she retaliated with a hammer butt that got the big
Shit! For a brief moment, Zhang Wei's sight blurred. She heard Du Haiben yell at Yang Lan to go on and another hammer butt exploded in the back of her head, stunning her.
"Hold on, Zhang Wei!" shouted Yan Sen but the muscles of the Hong Kong woman's legs let her out and she fell to her knees.
Fuck! - Zhang Wei realized that Yang Lan was about to deliver a knee ram to the face and, hastily, she pusfed forward, wrapping her arms around legs. Another hammer butt exploded in the top of her head and she thought that she was done for: she saw green stars and the floor began to rock. However, she had the fight reflex to bite Yang Lan's left thigh for all she was worth. She heard her sharp scream. She heard Du Haiben encourage the Singaporean woman and another hammer butt exploded in the top of her head.
The blow shook Zhang Wei but it wasn't as hard as the previous
blows. Still dazed, the
"Get up, Zhang Wei! Get up!" shouted Yan Sen.
"Knee her in the face, Yang Lan! Knee her!"
Scared, Zhang Wei let a wild scream and she tried to retreat on
all fours but Yang Lan launched a powerful knee that crushed into
Zhang Wei's face. Again, the
Zhang Wei fell to her haunches and, desperately she covered her
head with both arms. However, the bloody Singaporean bitch once
again rammed her knee in the
"Kick her! Kick her in the face!" shouted Du Haiben.
Yan Sen grinned in anticipation seeing the
The Singaporean kicked Zhang Wei in the face, snapping her head
backwards. For some seconds, the
Yang Lan's friends began to shout but the
"Fight, Zhang Wei, fight!" shouted Yan Sen and the
"Bitch!" hissed Yang Lan.
They began to squirm on the oily floor, Zhang Wei securing the younger woman in a reverse neck lock and delivering blows with her right heel to Yang Lan's cunt, despite the latter blindly choking the Hong Kong woman for all she was worth. Soon, their bodies mashed and they began to grunt, enwrapping their legs in the attempt of getting a good grip on each other.
Zhang Wei felt her foe's tits on her back and, and having her
left arm free, she searched her way in Yang Lan's cunt. She felt her
thick fur beneath the red panties and she grabbed her pubes and
pulled, making her shriek in dismay. The next moment, however, Yang
Lan sunk her teeth in the
Zhang Wei grimaced and she arched her trunk, trying to escape the bite but, in doing so, she released the Singaporean's cunt hair. Zhang Wei hastily got to a sitting position but the younger faster woman secured an arm lock around her neck.
For a brief moment, big Zhang Wei felt the vice harden around her
neck but then, a deep reflex made her head butt in reverse, catching
her opponent off guard.
A splashing sound was heard and the Singaporean woman shook under
the impact. Zhang Wei head butted again. She felt the crunch of Yang
Lan's broken nose and, instantly, she heard her moan. Zhang Wei
sensed that her foe's embrace weaken and she head butted for the
third time, powerfully snapping the Singaporean's head backwards.
"Yeah, Zhang Wei! Go get her, once and for all, damn it!" shouted Yan Sen.
The Hong Kong woman got to her knees and she turned to face her foe but, and although dazed, Yang Lan sprung forward, encircling Zhang Wei's waist and forcing her onto her back.
"I'll kill you," Zhang Wei heard Yang Lan's threat right in her ear.
However, she grabbed the other woman by the hair and she
powerfully yanked her head up. Yang Lan began to punch in the face
but Zhang Wei eye gouged, forcing the Singaporean woman to turn her
face away. Her tit, however, hung right above Zhang Wei's face and
the
"Ooooh…"
Screaming, Yang Lan retreated on all fours but she was still within Zhang Wei's kicking range, and she delivered a most powerful double kick that caught Yang Lan flush in the forehead.
"Aaaah…"
Yang Lan lay on her back. She shook her head, dazed, and Zhang Wei tried to leap over her but she realized that she was too exhausted. Fuck her, she said to herself and she awkwardly got up, trying to catch her breath before Yang Lan. However, the 42 year old got up too and, breathing heavily, she raised her arms in guard. Zhang Wei did the same. Soon, they began to circle each other cautiously.
"Punch her, Zhang Wei! The bitch can't stand your fists!"
"Fuck her up, Yang Lan! Embrace her and crush her bones! She won't resist, damn her!"
Yang Lan was the first to attack. She began to punch rapidly,
overwhelming the
The
A loud snap was heard as Yang Lan's shin collided to the
"Yeah, Zhang Wei! Now, get her!" shouted Yan Sen. "Punch her! Punch her!"
A violent exchange of fists ensued but the pain in the shin made
Yang Lan move slower than before. Du Haiben began to shout at her,
urging the his woman to attack harder. However
Yang Lan screamed, giving all that she could and her fists found
their mark more than once. She got the
Du Haiben began to shout at Yang Lan and so did her friends,
encouraging her.
"Knock down the bitch! Knock her down! She can't make it!"
Yelling in rage, Zhang Wei hit back at her turn but soon, the
Singaporean overwhelmed her with fists to the face and breasts.
Zhang Wei curled and she covered herself with her arms - her
breathing became ragged. She kicked at Yang Lan but the younger
woman seemed to be unstoppable.
"Fight, Zhang Wei! Fight! Get close to her!" shouted Yan Sen.
Belly and tits heaving, the
Yang Lan saw her older foe's distress and she attacked fully: two
straights to the face and an uppercut between the breasts that split
the
"She's yours, Yang Lan! Do her! Do the bitch!"
The
Zhang Wei saw it coming, however, and she hastily covered herself
with both arms. The blow shook her from head to toe, making her
breasts dangle in all directions, but the
No! - said Zhang Wei to herself and she quickly straightened
herself, catching the Yang Lan unaware and launching a heavy jab to
the face.
Yang Lan was shaken from head to toe and her blow lost her strength.
She tried to hit again but the older woman rushed in, head first,
getting her in the right breast and pushing her back. Yang Lan
kicked, catching Zhang Wei in the belly, but the bigger
Yang Lan gave a strange groan and her face contorted into a mask of fury. She kicked again, getting Zhang Wei in the belly and she quickly followed up with a sweeping low kick, which was countered with a most powerful slap to the ear, which shook the Singaporean.
"Fuck…"
Yang Lan began to shake back and forth, eyes rolling and breasts swaying from side to side. For two or three seconds, Yang Lan looked as if she was on the point of crumpling to the floor, still not willing to believe that she couldn't control her muscled legs. She waved back and forth like a puppet but she finally managed to remain on her feet. Her breasts shook madly, her belly heaved in and out rapidly. She was bleeding heavily from the nose and she began to spit blood. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and she grinned in fury.
"I'll do you, ole' whore!" she threatened.
"Come here, bitch, come here!" hissed Zhang Wei in response.
The younger woman charged Zhang Wei, throwing fist after fist to
the face, taking the
However, Zhang Wei twisted powerfully and managed to free herself from the embrace. The two women split and, a moment later they charged each other, letting furious yells. Zhang Wei felt Yang Lan's punch bury in her belly but she sensed her foe's nasal bones crunch loudly under her knuckles.
The mutual impact made the
A moment later, however, the younger Singaporean fell to the
floor like timber, face first. Zhang Wei could still not breathe but
the younger woman remained on the floor, allowing the big
Fuck her! I have to regain my senses! - said Zhang Wei to herself as Yang Lan began to awkwardly raised herself. The Singaporean rested her left sole on the ground, trying to get up but then, her strength let her out and she folded from her waist, her face hitting the floor once again.
A thud was heard. For awhile, Yang Lan maintained a weird stance:
her arse was pointing up, her knees were parted while she had her
face sunk to the floor. Zhang Wei was still taking shallow breaths,
unable to attack the younger bitch. Yang Lan shook her head.
Eventually, she managed to rest her left sole on the floor and she
awkwardly got up, but the
Zhang Wei took a deep drag of air. Cautious and stunned, Yang Lan raised her hands in guard. She took a step towards Zhang Wei.
Help me, Mother of Mercy! - prayed Zhang Wei and, with a hiss of effort, she threw a tremendous jab to the face.
Her blow broke through Yang Lan's guard, got her in the jaw and snapped her head sideways. A moment later, the younger woman went straight to the floor, like a sack of potatoes. She remained on her belly, breasts crushed beneath her trunk, forehead resting on the floor, calves easily raised in the air.
The
"You got her! She's yours!" shouted Yan Sen.
"Hold on, Yang Lan, hold on!"
Yang Lan began to squirm, but her foe was too heavy and exerting
powerful pressure on her neck and throat. Quickly, the
"Take care, Yang Lan! Take care!" yelled Du Haiben as Zhang Wei
pulled up the younger woman's head in the terrible lock.
Groaning, Yang Lan jerked her legs but the
"There she is, Zhang Wei! There she is!" shouted Yan Sen. "Do her! Do her! She can't do anything!"
The big
"Yang Lan!" shouted Du Haiben.
Yang Lan's face was a mask of pain and her eyes were still clutched but Zhang Wei Tightened the lock twisting her foe's head even more. The Singaporean's nipples stiffened and soon, she felt her head twist more and more in Zhang Wei's embrace.
"No," she said.
Zhang Wei heard her. She felt her opponent desperately struggle, seeking to withstand the deadly grip. She heard a series of rhythmical slaps behind and she knee that sturdy Yang Lan was pounding the floor with the back of her feet. The younger woman let a loud moan and her powerful body went stiff. Zhang Wei saw her muscles bulge on the shoulders and she felt Yang Lan's back strain like mad.
She's strong, said Zhang Wei to herself and she hardened the neck lock. A crunch was heard in Yang Lan's vertebrae.
"No," said the Singaporean again as Zhang Wei's tiredness caused
her to release the neck lock, allowing Yang Lan to take a deep
breath. However, the next moment, the
Yang Lan went stiff and deep within her she understood that she could in no way oppose the older woman. Her already broken nose was mashed against the floor, with each face slam and blood began to spray around her face, spurting and flying into warm drops all over.
Oh my God, help me my God, help me! - she prayed.
She managed to breathe in deeply and through sheer willpower, she
got to her knees. She gathered her strength and she began to
violently shake her strong arse from side to side. Zhang Wei lost
her balance and Yang Lan seemed to regain her strength. She almost
dismounted Zhang Wei but the bigger
"Aaaaaah…"
Yang Lan grabbed her foe by the forearm, trying to pry it away from her throat. But Yang Lan’s desperate struggle had wasted her last resources and soon, she felt bigger Zhang Wei gradually gain control. The younger woman began to breathe faster. She pried her knees, trying to escape but Zhang Wei hardened the vice like grip around her throat and she also cupped Yang Lan's right breast, crushing her nipple.
"Aaaaaah…"
Yang Lan was once again forced to fully curl beneath her foe. For some moments, the two strong females froze but soon, Zhang Wei began to face slam the younger woman against the floor, again and again.
Zhang Wei felt that the younger woman go limp beneath her and she continued slamming her head against the floor even harder, until she became a rag doll, arms flailing, belly and tits shaking in violent afterwaves after each head slam. Yang Lan's knees began to slowly part and she kept letting a continuous moan. Her skin went chicken like and she went stiff for the last time.
"Yeaaaah! She parted her legs!" shouted Yan Sen, ecstatically, when seeing the younger woman press her cunt on the floor while her knees were fully wide.
"Look at her cunt! I can see Yang Lan's cunt!" shouted some of the guys, looking straight between the buttocks of the younger woman. Her thong had fully slid into her arse crack, revealing her labia and the bush covering her cunt.
"Do her, Zhang Wei! Do her!" yelled Yan Sen and Zhang Wei's friends began to rhythmically shout at their turn:
"Do her! Do her! Do her!"
Zhang Wei grabbed the younger woman by the hair and pulled her head up with all her might, exposing her bloody ravaged face to the audience. Yang Lan's arms began to slap the floor in spasms. Her belly froze. She gave a fart and, instantly, a gushing was heard as her bladder began to empty.
"No… No…" she pleaded, but the
Yang Lan held her eyes shut, taking shallow breaths. Her jaw was hanging, letting out a stream of spittle mixed with blood that glued to her cleavage. Zhang Wei began to pull back Yang Lan's head in brief, wild yanks.
"No… Please… No…"
Big Zhang Wei pulled her head harder and harder, fully exposing
the other woman's throat and the inflated veins on her neck until
she began to gurgle.
"Du Haiben…" mumbled the younger woman.
The man tried to interfere but Zhang Wei's friends began to yell
at him:
"You were both bragging before the fight! Now, stay put!"
"Do her! Do her! Do her!" shouted Yan Sen then and the others followed him.
"Do her! Do her!"
Soon, the Singaporean started to quake and it' was then that Zhang Wei slammed her face against the floor for the last time. She pulled her head up once again, allowing everyone to see Yang Lan's hanging jaw. Her eyes were now wide open - they looked crossways and her parted muscular legs were springing in brief, violent spasms.
I'm stronger than the bitch, said Zhang Wei to herself. I did her. Again, Zhang Wei slammed her foe's face into the ground and then, blood blasted from her ears, staining the floor. The Singaporean gave a long, deep fart and Zhang Wei felt the foul smell of her foe's feces.
Zhang Wei placed her knee in the back of Yang Lan's neck. She kept her face sunk in the floor with both hands and she leaned with all her weight beneath her knee, feeling the younger woman's vertebrae slowly dismantle. She saw Yang Lan shudder. She heard her fart again, endlessly, while Yan Sen and her friends began to cheer her.
"She shits like toothpaste! Empty her! Empty the bitch!"
A coarse crunch was then heard and Yang Lan's neck gave out. The
Singaporean woman spread her arms and legs and her whole body went
stiff. Zhang Wei rocked her knee over Yang Lan's neck cracking her
cervical vertebrae. Then, the Singaporean threw up and it's only
then that the big
Soon, Yang Lan's heavy body seemed to sprawl for a couple of moments. She began to hit the floor with the back of her legs in furious, unconscious spasms, as life was slowly but steadily leaving her. The others approached her body, while all Du Haiben could do was to look in fascination at his woman's body, hoping that stronger Zhang Wei had not killed her. However, the younger woman was now only jerking her strong legs in brief spasms.
"You did her, Zhang Wei, thanks God!" said Yan Sen embracing the
That's some good ending, said Zhang Wei to herself and she grabbed Yang Lan by the ankles, dragging her towards the ladder leading to the lowest decks of the engine room.