Beauties VS Beasts

patricia: Svenja Marsulis has organized a collection to offer single mothers a few moments of relaxation, she organizes a free stay with a visit to the Coloseum. The money from the collection is stored there. It's midnight, the alarm goes off, the guard surprises a milf dressed all in black with the briefcase containing all the bills. He is forced to use his electric taser to subdue the fury. Patricia has to justify herself, she accuses Svenja Marsulis, who is said to be her accomplice. The director decides that a fight with the whip will take place during the visit of the single mothers. Patricia is stripped naked, locked in the Coloseum and will have to wear a chastity belt for a week to punish her.

patricia:

patricia: During a long week, I have to do the cleaning at the Colosseum. In the evenings, I watch erotic films to try to soothe the fire that burns in my lower abdomen. I try to rebel, but I am forced to walk around the arena carrying a heavy beam. The day of the fight finally arrives.....

patricia:

patricia: The director provided me with a whip and a small round shield, my opponent had the same weapons. Two young women oil and massage my body, the trumpets sound and then a powerful voice shouts: asks the gladiator Patricia to enter the arena. The stands are filled with a large crowd, I enter to the boos of the crowd who are aware of my attempted robbery. My skin is shiny, I'm completely naked, a small rectangle of black hair adorns my vulva, I crack my whip in the sand, this little slut Svenja Marsuli shouldn't be long in coming.......

Svenja_Marsulis: There's no question about it, the idea of two women seriously duelling with whips in public is barbaric and archaic! Until yesterday, at least, I would have agreed with this idea without hesitation! But you know what? Today, I'm actually grateful for this opportunity! Because let's be honest. What punishment would a false, deceitful snake like Patricia normally expect? First of all, she would have to be convicted in court. And now take a look at that deceitful beast. She's exactly the type of woman who would cry crocodile tears in front of the judge and wrap him around her finger with her big boobs. In the end, she might leave the courtroom a free woman and I would be given all the blame, you never know! Give me a break, I know women like that all too well! There's no cure for it. That is why I much prefer a good old-fashioned duel. And if Patricia dies in the process, that's fine by me! You don't play dirty games with Svenja Marsulis, remember that, bitch!

Svenja_Marsulis: The fact that I have to face this slut completely naked doesn't bother me at all. I'm proud of my body, and even the young girls who oiled and massaged me gave me lots of admiring compliments. So I enter the arena confidently, the applause of the crowds giving me an extra boost. My breasts, whose appealing shape is often the subject of envy, bounce, my nipples have stiffened in anticipation of battle, as has my clitoris. The desire to face my mortal enemy and the danger of the impending fight form an explosive mixture unlike anything I have ever known, filling my slit with wetness and itching desire.

Svenja_Marsulis: When I notice Patricia, who is already waiting for me, my breathing quickens. Without a doubt, she is an attractive woman, but between us there is only enmity and deadly hatred. When she slams her whip into the sand, I am overcome by a silent orgasm. I can't wait to show her that I am the better woman and that justice is on my side! I give her a contemptuous glance, ignoring how amazing her oiled body looks, and do the same: my whip also cracks loudly and imperiously, hinting at a devastating slaughter between two women who have nothing left to say to each other and are prepared to settle their differences with blood, sweat and tears. And, if necessary, with death.

patricia: Svenja Marsulis enters the arena. A black makeup band crosses my face, my blue eyes sparkle with excitement at the sight of your nipples pointing. A week of sexual abstinence makes me a bomb of sexual desire, my nipples are erect in your direction, you whip the sand, the strap of your whip leaves a trace in the sand, my lower abdomen itches.......Your flat stomach contrasts with mine which is bouncy, I too am approaching 60 kg but I have gained 4 kg of fat on my thighs and stomach.

patricia: The referee then enters, a handsome man, I give him my best smile with a nod of my head to say hello. I'm sure I'm her type of woman, mature and experienced, not like this kid. In his deep voice, he tells us that the fight takes place without rules, the winner having the loser and being able to inflict anything she wants. Then he asks us to come closer for the kiss of Venus that precedes the fight. We are face to face, our nipples brush against our opponent's body, I feel your breath against my face, I lift myself on tiptoe, sneaking my tongue into your mouth.........

Svenja_Marsulis: What a beautiful woman you are! Your hypnotic blue eyes, which your unforgiving hatred makes seem even more attractive in a peculiar way, your mature body, your stiff nipples, the black hair on your slit – all this makes you a seductive apparition. But it is your determination to fight this battle that makes you a true goddess! A woman's greatest enemy is always another woman. And a woman would not be a woman if she did not feel a deep desire to destroy such an enemy in a duel! She draws all her sexual energy from this determination, and all her sexual energy in turn fuels this determination. In a woman's life, there is really only one question: her or me?

Svenja_Marsulis: Standing face to face with you after the referee's announcement, taking in your feminine scent while our breasts duel, is intoxicating. But nothing could be more intoxicating than the moment when, as the archaic law of Venus demands, I feel your tongue on mine! You are starved, just like me. A tingling sensation spreads like wildfire through my abdomen, overflows my entire body, making my clitoris and nipples hard and lustful.

Svenja_Marsulis: Our female audience is booing, but you and I just can't stop kissing! Your experience and my passion create a beguiling blend that almost makes me forget how deeply we hate each other. A second quiet orgasm makes me tremble as I feel your erect clit against my wet slit. How can you, an older woman, be so damn attractive, you bitch? Almost more attractive than me! I hate you for that alone! Uncontrollably, I bite your lower lip until it bleeds. And yes, I love the taste of your blood! More, more! Even if it's the last thing I ever taste! I spit in your face, my hand clawing at your hair. If the referee doesn't separate us now, I'll wrestle you to the ground and strangle you on the spot, you horny whore!

patricia: A week of abstinence makes me forget for a short moment why I am here. My tongue around yours, I rub my vulva against your lower abdomen to soothe my clitoris swollen with blood and desire. I'm dominating you, little slut, when....aaar aaar! You bite my lip, I try to pull my face back, I tear off my bleeding lip, you spit in my face, grabbing my hair. The referee is surprised, in fact he was watching me suspecting cheating on my part because of my bad reputation, he can't stop you from putting me on the ground and starting to strangle me, I let go of my whip and shield to grab your wrists, my legs wrap around your waist. Fortunately, two guards intervene and separate us.

patricia: The sand sticks to my oiled skin, but I don't have time to brush it off, the referee has just lowered his arm, the drums have started to beat at a steady rhythm, their deep vibrations making my whole body tremble. I move forward, my shield protecting my face, I throw the strap of my whip towards your left thigh, unsure if I have come close enough to hit you….

Svenja_Marsulis: There are no words to express how much I hate you! Kissing you, biting you, tasting your blood, wrestling with you in the sand, clit against clit, will never compensate me for what you did to me, you cunt. Even if I came for the third time, you piece of shit! I just hope you didn't notice the tremors that ran through my body when it was clamped onto yours during my climax.

Svenja_Marsulis: If that idiot referee hadn't pulled us apart, I would have crushed your breasts, ripped out your clit with my bare hands and strangled you with my bare hands! And the women in the audience would have been on my side, they screamed enthusiastically when I threw you to the ground and cheered me on!

Svenja_Marsulis: It's almost a little humiliating for me to see how hot you, the older woman, look with all that sand stuck to your body, the whip in your hand, your breasts bouncing, your determination to kill me. Like an archaic warrior, like an Amazon! It excites me when you start the fight and your whip suddenly lashes out at me. But you just miss me. Good heavens, I almost came again! What are you doing to me, you horny slut? Sweat is pouring from my armpits. Then my whip cracks in your direction, I want to hit your wrists to disarm you.

patricia: The strap of my whip cracks, the crowd lets out loud cries of joy as the fight begins: aaa! My whip only lightly grazes your thigh, I lean forward, then straighten up, the strap of your whip hits my left wrist, the intense pain makes me drop my small round shield, which rolls several meters away. Having no means of defense, I take a step to the side to get closer to my shield, I absolutely must retrieve it. I crack my whip on the ground to impress you. The drums keep pounding the beat, the crowd holds its breath.

Svenja_Marsulis: A contemptuous smile crosses my face when I see that you've dropped your shield and it's rolling across the arena. That's how I love you: naked and defenceless! Quick-witted, you try to reach it. An ugly little race breaks out between us, the women in the audience scream their hearts out, drowning out even the drums. You're close to your shield, but I have my eye on you. ‘Looking for something in particular?’ I ask spitefully. ‘Can I help you in any way?’

Svenja_Marsulis: Cracking your whip on the ground won't do you any good. You'll have to come up with something more convincing if you want to impress me, bitch! Amused, I watch your attempts to approach the shield. What a wonderful opportunity to play a little cat and mouse with you! Every time you bend down to pick up your protection, I slap the whip strap on it. I swear, next time, I'll aim for your beautiful full breasts, you whore!

patricia: I bend down a first time, but the strap of your whip zebras my forearm, leaving a purplish mark, before I can pick up my shield, I try a second time to pick up my shield, another failure, my cries of pain are drowned out by the cries of the crowd, I then advance towards you, Without a shield, I throw the strap of my whip in the direction of your chest, my big breasts sway, accompanying the movement of my torso: Grab this, bitch!

Svenja_Marsulis: Ouch! That could have gone badly wrong! I stare in bewilderment at the short, thin welt on my upper body. It wouldn't take much for it to bleed. If I hadn't been quick enough to dodge, you little shit could have really hurt me. Damn, you're more dangerous than you look!

Svenja_Marsulis: Angrily, my eyes narrow to two slits. ‘You'll pay for that, you cunt!’ Determined and with all my strength, I aim at your big tits and let the whip do what it's meant to do.

patricia: My jaws are clenched when the strap of my whip reaches your chest, a wide sadistic smile appears on my lips. Unfortunately for me, your youth saves you, you manage to dodge and the strap leaves only a small mark on your chest. I jump back to avoid your reply but your whip hits my big which waddle during my jump backwards :Aaaaaaar! I moan in pain, a deep purplish mark appears on both my breasts. A violent anger makes me lose my calm, I step forward again trying to martyr your chest too

Svenja_Marsulis: I hate to admit it, but your blind rage makes you even more beautiful than you already are! Why am I so captivated by the magic that surrounds a mature woman? All my life, I've had a soft spot for women who are older than me; I simply love their elegance, their charisma, that adorable inner calm that doesn't come from self-control, but from a confident awareness of inner superiority. And none of them was as attractive as you are! Actually, I feel the need to fall to my knees before a beauty like you, and that was exactly why I had trusted you blindly.

Svenja_Marsulis: However, what is now reflected on your beautiful face is anything but the inner serenity typical of your age, which fascinates me so much. It is nothing less than unbridled, pure lust for murder, and it makes you look as young as a woman of my age, enveloping you in the cloak of that hot-blooded beauty from which wet dreams are forged. I love the way you gasp and scream; you look like an irritated bull, and this furious sight alone makes the next silent orgasm rise within me. I almost feel the urge to throw away my own shield and present my upper body to you unprotected, so that there is equality between us and we can whip each others tits brually until one of us can no longer stand.

Svenja_Marsulis: But luckily, I'm not foolish enough to fall for your beguiling, seductive charms. No, you cunt, I haven't forgotten what's going on between us and how much you've hurt me! Cold-bloodedly, I use my youthful vigour and elegantly dodge to the side, only to whip towards your beautiful big bouncing breasts again.

patricia: Svenja dodges my whip, it hits the sand of the arena, I am unbalanced forward, I straighten up try to back off, but already the strap of your whip hits my breasts which bounce again, they crush, distorted by the violence of the blow received, a new purplish trace appears, I let out a scream of pain, my nipples are still pointing, I am humiliated by this young bitch but this situation makes me run a shiver of desire .......However, I can't afford to lose, because of my very, very bad reputation, I must have already suffered in my long career as a wrestler terrible stakes, hair fully sheared, tied hands behind my back on a sybian, Fucked by a strap-on and many other torments...... What would Svenja have in store for me if I unfortunately lost this fight? The audience encourages the young gladiator by chanting her name, my shield is out of reach for the moment, I try a new attack, I bend down and aim for the stomach, exposing my back to a counterattack if my strike fails, but which could hurt my opponent a lot if I succeed……

Svenja_Marsulis: You sneaky bitch, you've picked a fight with the wrong person! When I see that I've actually hit your bare breasts and your large nipples are standing out so stiffly, as if they were about to explode, I come again, quickly and hard – but this time I can no longer suppress a cry of pleasure.

Svenja_Marsulis: Our eyes are locked, and I know exactly what you're up to. The heated cheers from the ladies in the audience give me extra strength. I'm under no illusions: without exception, all women are sexually aroused when another woman is suffering. In the end, it doesn't matter who the victim is, as long as she has tits and a pussy. In that respect, I mustn't take the cheering too personally. But I admit, it still flatters me, especially since you are, unfortunately, drop-dead gorgeous, and I therefore enjoy it all the more with every fibre of my being to be preferred to you in the favour of the masses! Call me vain, so what? I, too, am a woman with heart and soul and love compliments! Anyone who finds that foolish or irrational should complain to Mother Nature – who, incidentally, is also a woman!

Svenja_Marsulis: I can see that you're slowly running out of breath. Our dance is much more strenuous for you than for me, as I am young, athletic and well-trained. Your face is red, you're breathing heavily, and there are clear welts on your upper body. You must be in pain. In a way, it's admirable how bravely you're holding up, but should I really feel sorry for a piece of trash like you who shamelessly betrayed and slandered me? What woman in my position would be so stupid? Spoiler: none! We women are not made to feel compassion for our fellow females. But I guess I already said that.

Svenja_Marsulis: So things are slowly getting tight for you, my sweetheart! Your strike towards my stomach is not only predictable, but also quite weak. It grazes me slightly as I turn effortlessly to the side, but it doesn't hurt a bit. ‘You'll regret that, bitch!’ I shout, even though nothing has happened, and lash the whip with all my strength towards your back.

patricia: The crack of my whip makes a hell of a racket, but once again you dodge, the tip of the strap barely grazed your stomach, I can't even make you let out a cry of pain. Carried by my momentum, I lunge forward, I straighten up, but not quickly enough, your whip snaps against my back, I let out a loud cry of pain, I almost drop my whip, I put my left hand and right knee on the ground: little bitch, you’re going to pay for this! For now, my stomach has been spared, but the entire upper part of my body is sore, the sweat covering my whole body now burns where the whip has left marks. I lost time with my fall on the sand, I straighten up to avoid being whipped by you again, the drums continue to beat at a steady rhythm, some women turn their thumbs down, demanding a quick end. Others, on the contrary, ask you to make the pleasure last. As I stand up, I take a chased step to the right, getting closer to my shield, my eyes are wide open, they are staring at your belly, I raise my whip very high to strike you again, exposing my stomach and chest to a new strike.......

Svenja_Marsulis: Fascinated, I stare at your breasts, which are still firm and beautiful like those of a very young woman. When you get up from the sand after your fall, I would love to wrestle you to the ground and fuck you! But despite the fact that your beautiful body drives me crazy with envy and desire, my hatred outshines every other passion. I would have to be crazy to pass up this unique opportunity to give you a hard lash with my whip when you present your upper body and stomach to me so completely defenseless! Especially since exhaustion and pain have made you slow and sluggish. Before you can use your already raised weapon, I have already struck you again. A clearly visible trail of blood marks your magnificent large breasts. The women in the stands scream lustfully, many of them have come, and I myself have great difficulty suppressing my next orgasm. Triggered by your injury and the bloodlust of the crowd, I am overcome by a sadistic frenzy and I mercilessly whip your tits again, which are simply too irresistible a target.

patricia: Craccc, a loud whip crack stops me as I hold my whip aloft with my raised arm. Aaaaaa! I can't help but let out a loud scream when your whip strikes my already injured breasts again. The women filling the stands scream with joy and satisfaction. I pull back my left leg to avoid another lash; it misses my chest but hits my stomach: Aaaa! aaa! A violent pain spreads through my ovaries and across my entire belly. I tremble, my powerful muscular thighs shaking. I clutch my stomach with both hands, my face contorted in pain.

patricia: I realize that I dropped my whip, I will have to fight with my bare hands. I have to pounce on you, but for now I'm paralyzed by pain, crying out in distress, and then I can only say: little bitch! I'm going to put you on with a strap-on dildo!

Svenja_Marsulis: You filthy little whore, I really like you like this: disarmed, out of breath, bleeding and beside yourself with pain and rage! You look like you want to pounce on me, and I must admit that the sight of you makes me incredibly horny. For a moment, I'm tempted to throw away my whip and face you in pankration, that exciting mixture of wrestling and fist fighting. I want to feel your beautiful full breasts against mine once more, hear your moans in my ear, smell your sweat and torment you with my bare hands.

Svenja_Marsulis: OMG, I really, really want to shag you!

Svenja_Marsulis: But no, how foolish would I be to give up my advantage? With a sadistic smile, I crack my whip towards your depraved cunt.

patricia: You raise your whip to hit me again, I try to pounce on you, I raise my hands, but I'm stopped in my tracks, your whip hits my stomach again, but this time the strap also reaches my crotch, the rhythm of the drums seems to accelerate, aaa!aaaa! my ovaries, my pussy aaa!aaa! An unbearable pain radiates my whole body from my belly, I bend my knees, I clench my fists, refusing to lie down on the ground to recover:aaa!oooo! I put my hands on my crotch, the pain gets worse, I fall to my knees. Renouncing my idea of pankration for the moment, I step forward on all fours to try to get my whip back, exposing my big buttocks and my back to a new strike.

Svenja_Marsulis: The women in the audience cheer as you sink to your knees. How wonderful to see you crawling in front of me, you filthy cunt! As much as I would love to take this opportunity to fuck you from behind, I resist the temptation and let my whip crack loudly against your appetising arse. When I see that you are bleeding and suffering, I orgasm again. Good heavens, I have never been so horny in my life, I am leaking, the juice is running down my thighs – and I bet the female spectators feel the same way.

Svenja_Marsulis: ‘Are you giving up, you bitch?’ I shout over to you.

patricia: Aaaa! aaa! I move forward on all fours, my breath is noisy, my old body is suffering, pain is everywhere, each movement is accompanied by a sudden moan the sound of the crack of your whip accompanied by a violent pain in my muscular buttocks :aaa!aaa! I stand up, I am on my knees with clenched fists, I get up, my body is streaked by the traces of your whip: give up? I, Patricia the Magnificent!I turn to you, my eyes shoot lightning, I want to charge you like a little bull, but my steps are slow, my balance uncertain

Svenja_Marsulis: You stagger towards me like a drunk. My eyes narrow to slits. ‘You had your chance, cunt!’ I shout. ‘I would have spared you, but you didn't want that. Okay, have it your way! If you won't listen, you'll have to feel it!’

Svenja_Marsulis: Once again, I crack the whip on your wound-covered body.

Svenja_Marsulis: ‘Well done, Svenja! Kill the whore! KILL! KILL! KILL!’ chant the women in the audience. Some have torn their clothes off and are now masturbating openly, for everyone to see. The sight makes me so horny that I whip you again.

patricia: When I charge you like a little bull, you refuse the pankration fight, you raise your whip, the strap of your whip cracks again on my stomach :aaaoooo!despite my determination, I am stopped, I put my hands on my stomach :aaraaar! bitch! I'm in pain! The audience encourages you to continue the strap of the whip hits my breasts which are defenseless :aaar! aaar! I take a step back but you hit me again, the strap of the whip wraps around my neck :aar aaar , I spread my legs so as not to lose my balance , I contract my powerful thighs, I have difficulty breathing , I try to untie the leather strap that has wrapped itself in several turns around my neck, My face is purple: I can no longer cry out: biiii, biiiitch!

patricia: The bitches watching the fight want you to make me suffer, I pull on the strap, impossible to loosen it…….

Svenja_Marsulis: I cautiously approach you, ever aware of the danger that your predicament might be just another one of your deceitful, nasty tricks, which you use to cheat people left and right. I absolutely must find out whether you are really as helpless as you pretend to be! But indeed, your beautiful blue eyes are wide open in your distress and look at me imploringly. But I have no intention at all of helping you! Instead, I knock you down, throw myself on top of you and clamp your thighs under me so that you cannot throw me off. I dig one hand into your bleeding nipple and with the other I thrust the handle of my whip all the way into your dirty cunt, which lustfully stretches its impressive clit towards me. With relish, I begin to fuck you with the whip handle. Your death throes will be beautiful for both of us, you filthy whore! You will ascend to heaven as a thoroughly redeemed angel. Or more likely go to hell.

patricia: My hands are still around the strap that prevents me from breathing, my hands pull on the leather allowing a thin trickle of air to enter my lungs. You easily knock me to the ground, my back crashes on the sand of the arena, I'm exhausted, my old body doesn't have the strength to defend itself anymore, you straddle me, you're sitting on my chest, one hand twisting one of my nipples, with the other hand you penetrate me with the handle of the whip, aaa! aaa! My legs tense, tense, bringing out my protruding muscles, the long hours spent in the weight room to have big buttocks and big muscular thighs to attract young men have been of no use to me: no! Please, I submit! I'd be your slave, aaaa! aaaa pity, I beg you!the handle of the whip goes back and forth:aaa!aaaa! Please! I would be your servant......

Svenja_Marsulis: You? My servant? My slave? Not a bad idea! Especially since I find you so incredibly attractive! I could brand your breasts to show that you are my personal property. I could put you in chains and walk you around stark naked with an iron collar. You could be my maid and massage my pretty young tits and lick my clit every day. You could kiss me awake intensely every morning and give me a goodnight kiss every evening, right where I want it! I could force you, with your wonderful blue eyes that get under my skin so much, to watch me get fucked by other young girls – or by old big titted sluts like you. I could slap you, spit on you and piss on you whenever I felt like it.

Svenja_Marsulis: But you know what, sweetie? As nice as all that is, there's just one small problem: I don't trust you!

Svenja_Marsulis: Sooner or later, the road must end for all of us, so why not for you, right here and now? I ignore your pleading gaze and continue fucking you mercilessly. Seeing you die excites me so much that I come with a loud cry of pleasure, squirting all over you, and the frenetic applause of the women in the stands proves me right. ‘KILL! KILL! KILL!’ they chant. Their faces are red with excitement, their eyes shine as if in a fever, their pussies are dripping wet and swollen with lust – just like mine. I fuck you as if in a frenzy, I just can't stop. You are so beautiful when you die, my sweet darling, so indescribably beautiful!

patricia: With tears in my eyes, I cast a hateful glance at the audience, I show them my index finger: shut up! bitch! My agony can be very long because the leather strap around my neck is relaxed and a trickle of air passes, very slowly. My libido is still as powerful, my nipples point between your knees, between your twisting fingers, bend these two little erect sticks, an abundant juice that lubricates my crotch: floc! floc! floc. I stick out my tongue, licking your vulva, trying to push it as deep as possible, my hands caress your thighs: please! Please! I would fight for you! my powerful glutes contract, I lift my pelvis, my thighs tremble, unable to continue the fight, Bam! my buttocks fall back to the ground :aaa !aaaaa ! Stooop! you are my queen!

Svenja_Marsulis: Oh, my darling! Your queen loves to control your breathing. She loves to see you beg and whimper like a little girl. She loves how obediently you lick her vulva. She loves how willingly your nipples bend under her fingers! And she loves that your pretty face is slowly taking on the colour of your pupils, which are visibly leaving this world. Your eyes are wide open, your mouth too, saliva runs down your chin and spoils your beauty, your gaze becomes glassy, your resistance wanes.

Svenja_Marsulis: And now that I've just squirted my lust juice all over you, you've fulfilled your sole purpose in life, and the ladies in the stands are begging me so fervently to kill you, I have to make a decision. I have to weigh up whether you would still be of any use to me. Sure, I could sell you for tough fights against other mature women and make a lot of money with snuff videos. I could tie you to a cross and sexually abuse you at will. But you know, sweetie: I'm a woman, you're a woman. Rule number one: a woman does not like it when another woman gets in her way! You agree with me, don't you? Every other bitch is basically one too many for me, let alone one like you, who is more than twice my age and has the bottomless audacity to still be a dangerous competitor for me in terms of beauty and attractiveness! No way! I don't need that, not even as a cleaning rag! And I don't even want to get started on how you discredited me in public. I don't care about your tears. All I care about is my burning hatred! So stop whining and accept that it's time to go, you old cunt!

Svenja_Marsulis: I relish putting my hands around your neck and squeezing with all my strength. Your tongue, which kissed me so seductively earlier, sticks out like an ugly rag, your eyes slip sideways under your eyelids, your gasping dies away. I rob you of all your air. My thumbs caress your larynx almost lovingly... whenever you try to resist, my knee swings out and strikes, ramming deep into your lap, and the greater your resistance, the harder the kick. Go to hell!

patricia: bitch! slut!your thumbs cut off the oxygen supply that was weakly supplying my lungs, my powerful thighs move with nervous spasms, without any effect to free me from this trap, my bladder empties, my eyes roll back, my mouth drools, spitting out your juices, my messy hair covers my face, my mind is no longer very clear, my hands fall on the sand, I lose consciousness, hoping that in a last moment you will feel sorry for me and that you will be content to knock me out.........

Svenja_Marsulis: You filthy little whore, you shouldn't even have tried begging me for mercy! You were barking up the wrong tree from the start, bitch! It was absolutely clear to both of us that we would fight to the death and only one of us would leave the arena alive. Or are you trying to tell me that you, of all people, you deceitful, miserable little piece of shit, would have spared me? How stupid do you think I am? Do you seriously believe that after the betrayal you committed against me, I would still trust you?

Svenja_Marsulis: In a fight between women, there is no mercy. We women are ultimate creatures, we always go all the way, whatever it takes. We are not like men, those brainless, sentimental wimps who first punch each other in the face and then are best friends again. No, women live out their enmities passionately, and in this respect you are no different from me. NO WOMAN is different from me. It is part of our female nature to mercilessly eliminate any rival.

Svenja_Marsulis: I am still choking you, unconscious with hatred, long after you have stopped breathing. Your nipples are still warm and stiff and rub against mine, our juices have mixed. I squirt one last time on your dead body.

Svenja_Marsulis: Finally, I rise to the cheers of the audience, place one foot on your breasts and raise my arms triumphantly to the sky to be celebrated.

Svenja_Marsulis: The director comes over to congratulate me on my success. Two scantily clad young girls approach to drag you out of the arena by your hair. They'll probably throw you on a stinking rubbish heap – where you belong.

Svenja_Marsulis: I motion for them to wait a moment. Then I kick you in the cunt with all my might. The ladies in the audience scream with delight. I bend down to you one last time, look into your face, which even in death is still far too pretty for my taste, and whisper: ‘What a shame, Patricia! It could have been so beautiful between us! You were exactly my type, I could have fallen in love with you!’

Svenja_Marsulis: As a farewell, I spit on you. ‘You can clear away the rubbish now!’ I say to the two girls waiting. ‘And afterwards, come and visit me in my dressing room, you can lick my pussy!’

Svenja_Marsulis: The two smile at me and giggle coquettishly. Well, what can I say? There are good days, there are very good days, but the most beautiful day of all is and always will be the day you killed another woman!

THE END