NHB WOMENS FIGHT GROUP

13:39 Queen_Olivia: I have created the private room #Tomris_vs_Olivia_in_the_villa.

13:40 Queen_Olivia: I have invited @Tomris to join #Tomris_vs_Olivia_in_the_villa.

13:41 Tomris: Hi. So here is the room of the villa, which my dady dear (may God rest his soul in peace) is giving to me.

13:43 Queen_Olivia: A week ago my father died after a long illness and I am invited to the opening of the will by his lawyer, I think it's just a formality and it won't take long. I go to the lawyer in all black and I'm surprised that there's already another woman there probably a Turkish woman is sitting and waiting

13:44 Queen_Olivia:

13:44 Queen_Olivia: yt

13:49 Tomris: I received a letter from Germany, from a law firm, saying that my father, whom I knew a little had passed away. He had left a will to be opened in front of his "two" daughters and inviting me to the ceremony. I have a sister, a half sister...I had neer knew that. But my father was a healty man, always took good care of me and mom, so there must be a good heritage. I fly to Germany with hopes and curiosity to see what is left to me and to meet with my sister. I arrived first, sit and wait with a mini skirt, a loose white t shirt and sneakers in foot, very casual. The door opened and first time I saw you. " Oh shit.." I thought " how fancy, how uncouth. Is she my sister?"

13:50 Tomris: (something like that :-))

13:50 Tomris: yt

13:55 Queen_Olivia: I walk up to you and offer you my hand 'hi, I'm Olivia, your half-sister, I hope we get along well' but I don't really believe it, I see your appraising look, which isn't exactly nice... even to me I was told in the windows that I had a sister, I knew from talking to Dad that there was probably someone there, but I had been in Germany for a long time and I didn't even know that it was a Turkish woman... I'm trying to be nice and inquire about your flight and accommodation

13:55 Queen_Olivia: yt

13:58 Tomris: I may have been said that is a hate in the first sight, it is hard to tell that we are sisters, nothing look like in any aspect in each others. "Hi, Tomris" I said noticably cold voice. " Nice to meet you, sure we will get along well" oh, even I do not believe to myself. I shortly answer your questions about the flight and on. " So...your mom never mentioned about me and....my mom? " I asked. "Our father loved Turkey very much, and always dream to move there. Maybe we would bury him to the place where he always wanted to be?"

14:02 Tomris: (so the "Dad" is living in Germany with your mom, or with mine in Turkey or in Germany? Or neither :-))

14:02 Tomris: yt

14:04 Queen_Olivia: (According to German inheritance law, no one is allowed to live anymore so that we can inherit, experienced alone and moved back into the villa with only a few staff)

14:07 Tomris: (My bad. It supposed the be "were" not "is". I mean before "he" passed away. Was he in Germany with you or in Turkey with me. Or by himself)

14:07 Queen_Olivia: We go through some formalities and are then called, the lawyer left the will after he was convinced of our identity. To our astonishment, the villa and the land were transferred to us in equal parts... I'm looking at you, joy sees things differently I think so, but then I'll ask you if we want to go there and take a look at it

14:07 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:09 Queen_Olivia: (He lived in Turkey and Germany for a while, he always commuted back and forth)

14:13 Tomris: To both of us, equally. With that punky "sister" of mine.. Hell, my father must have strange kind of fun. And what was it, something is shining in her tounge..Iyyk. You still act politely, and formally , just as I expected from a German and ask me to go to villa to take a look. I put a fake smile to my face and say "Gladly". After all that belong to us. So we went to the large villa, alone. There must be some caretakers, maids and butler but it seem that is their free day. So I went to kitchen and offer you a coffe, trying to act as the landlord (or landlady with better saying)

14:13 Tomris: yt

14:18 Queen_Olivia: we drive to the villa, which is empty because the staff is off work due to bereavement, we have to decide what to do next in the next few days, then you make coffee as if it all belonged to you... when the coffee is ready we go into one of the salons and Let's sit down... 'So Turkish bitch, now we're alone, of course you're giving up your inheritance and signing everything over to me, unless you want to start as a maid, you're clever' I say with a grin

14:18 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:21 Queen_Olivia: (Of course, the inheritance also includes a huge fortune to maintain the villa and everything)

14:25 Tomris: My eyes opened with amazement while you speak, showing your intention quite openly. Although I looked amazed, the big part of me is glad that things come to here so fast and you started it. It will make me feel less quilty. " I am glad you come to the point directly you German whore" I said coldly. " I am sure our dad was shamed of you a lot and you will honot her by leaving all this to me and walk away. While you can still walk I mean" I begin to walk to you after leaving the cup on the kitchen table. You did not look so big thus I have confidence to myself if things get rough.

14:25 Tomris: yt

14:31 Queen_Olivia: I've never avoided an argument, no matter how it turned out, even if it got violent 'read our father out of the game, God bless him' he doesn't know piercing, so he wasn't ashamed, we haven't seen each other for a long time Seen' I take a sip of coffee and look at you, you're not a bodybuilder, so it's a solvable task, then I say 'O you Turks, you're just guest workers, you have no right to property and certainly not not in these dimensions, so do it voluntarily and forgo it or I'll help out. My tone becomes significantly more aggressive and dominant

14:31 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:37 Tomris: "Gastarbeiter".. The nerve of that woman. That is the equalant of calling "Nigger" a african american for a Turk. "You racist whore" I hissed and walked directly to you, " you are nothing but a punk and deserve nothing at all. " I am sure my dad made a mistake and I will happly correct it. " Gastarbeiter. I cannot hold myself anymore and slap to your cheek.

14:37 Tomris: yt

14:41 Queen_Olivia: You gave a hard and unexpected blow, my cheek burns and your handprint can be seen 'that was your last mistake, bitch' I hiss, turning a little towards you and grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, grabbing with me with the other hand in your shrit and then jerk around 'do you cunt really want to fight me?' I hiss

14:41 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:45 Tomris: I yank when you grap my hair and pull but find time to do the same. Your other hand tear my shirt while mine is holding your leather cloth. I tried to pull you to myself and down in hope to unbalance you, hoping that your high heel will give me an advantage on balance " It won't be a fight you German slut" I hissed " I will beat you". My hair is hurting but I hope I am hurting you more.

14:45 Tomris: yt

14:50 Queen_Olivia: I want to insult and provoke you, because there's a lot at stake - the villa and its land are worth a few million and then there's the cash in the account, it's time I got what I'm entitled to... you're also grabbing my hair and tugs at my leather dress, since we're still sitting, the high heels aren't a problem for me... then I let go of your shirt and slap you hard in the face. "Come on and get up," I hiss, but I want to prevent it by hitting you pull towards me and want to tuck your head under my armpit

14:50 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:56 Tomris: You seems more violent than I expected but I have no intention to back down. You let go my hair and trap my head under my armpit. "You...guurgh. ..whore" I hissed when your arm locked on my neck and begin to leave me breathless. I tried to hit your belly and push you with my body on the counch or to the floor, if I can. My loose t shirt teared with your pulling and I am trying to do the same to your seemly quite expensive leather outfit.

14:56 Tomris: yt

15:05 Queen_Olivia: We wrestle on the couch, the table is a little away and when I get you in a headlock, you continue to tear at my dress until a seam on the side gives way and my black underwear becomes partially visible. I reach into the back of your skirt and pull yourself to the side, try to pull yourself to the side and press your butt against the dresser

15:05 Queen_Olivia: yt

15:12 Tomris: You keep holding my head at headlock, quite uncomfortable and breathtaking and I cannot manage to break it. To force you let me go I tried to hold your hair from your back and pull your hair and head to up, forcing your head backward. Our other hands are tearing each others cloths, you finish my t shirt and move to my skirt while I am still working with your leather outfit but damaging it good. I moaned when you psuh my butt to the dresser but I decide to turn it to my advantage and push the dresser with my sole for extra momenteum to push you back. We are just wrestling now with some hairpulling bu things should be in a nasty way for sure.

15:12 Tomris: yt

16:11 Queen_Olivia: you slam your butt against the dresser, but because you continue to pull my hair hard, the kick isn't as hard as you'd hoped... on the contrary, you use the dresser to your advantage by pushing yourself off of it and onto me you throw, I fall on my back and try to keep you in a headlock, which becomes increasingly difficult, I wrap my legs around your hips and try to squeeze you together... I moan and pant 'give up... give up... bitch, ......you can't handle...me anyway!' When I have you in the leg scissors, try to roll it to the side

16:11 Queen_Olivia: yt

10:23 Tomris: The German bitch is tougher and skillfull than I had given credit to, I cannot manage to force you to release your headlock and worse you manage to secure a bodysicssors while we roll on the expensive carpet, side by side. You tell me to give up and I reply as "gtrrrgg. ...Never.." while your arms are squeezing my neck.I need to turn the table, dirty or not so I pull your hair harder to force you head to your back to give some room to my head to move. My other hand teared your leather and I can feel the bare flesh on my cheek. I tried to turn my head to your body annd bite, bite hard as I can. My legs are pushing the carpet to roll me over you, I feel one of my sneaker is pulled away from my feet

10:23 Tomris: yt

12:47 Queen_Olivia: We roll on the carpet and you slowly come on top of me, pulling my head further back by my hair, I groan and can no longer keep you in a headlock, your head slips out from under my armpit as our clothes are now worn out due to the scuffle is completely torn, you press your teeth into the side of my breasts and bite, I pull my knee up to press it into your crotch 'bitch!' I moan

12:47 Queen_Olivia: yt

12:52 Tomris: I manage to get my head of and without taking good breath I dig my teeth to your breast, no time for even a decent air. I manage to roll you down too but that only tighten your scissors, I grunt between my teeths. I suddenly realize that you are loosing your body scissors and I ,for once, thought you are giving up. What a mistake. You just let your scissors go for another painful attack, pressing your knee to my crotch. My sensetive womanhood is burn like hell and I let go your breast to screanm in pain. I let go your hair too and try to scracth your face while tears are filling in my eyes.

12:52 Tomris: yt

13:01 Queen_Olivia: I manage to get you to let go of me, but before I can really use it to breathe, you throw yourself at me again and I feel your sharp nails in my face, I reach under your chin and press my thumbs under it from below bend your chin back around your face, my finger pressing into your cheeks under your eyes... I put my right leg up and try to turn us to the side and push you away 'I'll kill you, bitch! ' I hiss

13:01 Queen_Olivia: yt

13:07 Tomris: Pain moved to my face when you reached my chin, and worse when your nails reached my cheek, very near to my eyes which grew wide with hate, effort, fear, anger and all.And I can feel like my face get longer while your begin to bend my neck and slowly but surely begin to roll me over you. I tried to wrap my leg to yours to stop your movement but you already gain your momenteum to roll me under you. My nails are still tearing your face, my other hand tried to reach your neck to choke. "you will ....argg...die..German whore" I hissed under you while the blood is leaking from my cheek to lips.

13:07 Tomris: yt

13:16 Queen_Olivia: You too have scratched my face and blood is running down my cheeks and dripping onto my tits, ... in the meantime due to the struggle on the floor I have completely lost my leather dress and am only wearing a thong and bra made of black leather, the heels don't bother me As long as we fight on the ground, although the bra probably won't last much longer since it's strapless... you grab my neck with one hand and I can feel your fingers tightening around it, I have to Urgently do something and grab your wrist and press my nails into the inside of your wrist, try to twist your hand to loosen your grip, if I succeed I will try to press it further above your head to the floor and get up on my knees to put your arms

13:16 Queen_Olivia: yt

13:23 Tomris: One hand of each others are merciless, on the face of our rival, scratching, pushing, pressing doing anything to infclict pain. My other hand reached your neck and manage to get a gasp but just one, than you grap my wrist and dig your nails to my vein under my wrist. I cried and let go your neck. You begin to force my hand over my head, and I understand your intention, I cannot let it happen. I tried to free my wrist form your hold to lock fingers and wrestle to hold my arm somewhere between. My long firm arm muscle flex to resist you and outwrestle you, although you are on top and using you bodyweight too. Your sweat and blood dripping on my naked chest, only half covered with my white bra.

13:23 Tomris: yt

13:34 Queen_Olivia: I get your arm away from my neck and I can also press it onto the carpet, but when I want to pull my knee up to fix it, you brace yourself against it, your muscles tense and you push me up a little, you're horny bitch and if it wasn't about the inheritance we could certainly get along well and be friends, but now we've fallen out so much that we hate each other and wish each other dead, I think about what I should do next and then an idea comes to me , I throw myself to the side, hold your arm with both hands and clamp it between your thighs, which I cross and place over your chest and then lever your arm outwards over my thigh

13:34 Queen_Olivia: yt

13:51 Tomris: Our fierce, catty struggle turn in seconds while you proved that you have some skill on judo or bjj. Without noticing how you roll I find you rolling on my side, my arm between your legs, your high heel boots on my neck and my arm is totally under your control. The pain on my arm and shoulder is almost unbearable, although I am using all my strength to hold my arm back for not to be broken. I cried and sob in pain and tried to punch your pussy with my free hand but too far for an effective hit. I bite your boots but my teeth did not penetrate the thick, black leather. I was sobbing in anger that be beaten to that German whore but I notice the nakedness just some away from my face, where your long boots end. With last of my strength I tried to reach there with my face to bite hard as I can.

13:51 Tomris: yt

13:59 Queen_Olivia: I have you well under control and can see your teary face, I'm happy inside and hope to break you like that, you hit me, but you don't have enough strength to be effective, I let my head fall back and tense my leg a little more, I feel that you are doing everything you can to free yourself, trying to bite me, but my high heels prevent you from succeeding until you come up far enough and into the muscles of my lower leg, just below the knee, bites... aaahhhhh... I scream, pull up one left leg and my heel (stiletto) presses into your tit

13:59 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:05 Tomris: I hear you cry and let go your armbar, my arm is not broken yet, but I am not sure if I may use, at least in coming seconds, I am not feeling my fingers. But another pain in seconds shadows my pain on my arms your stiletto press my breast, tearing apart my bra, making my torso all naked but worse, stabing to my tit, near to my nipple. "you German whore, ı will kill youuuu" I cried in pain with tears with no idea how to do it since you seem ahead in that war of sisters. My numb arm is still on your hands at least making your both hand occupied. I tried to roll on my face, face down and tried to reach your pussy with my good arm to grap and squeeze, if I can.

14:05 Tomris: yt

14:16 Queen_Olivia: my heel rattles over your tit and tears it open a little, I let go of your arm and pull my leg away from you, then I hear your words 'I'll get there before you, Turkish whore!' I scream at you, and shortly afterwards I feel your hands reaching for my pussy and trying to tear the thong away from me; 'Don't you dare touch my sanctuary with your dirty fingers!' I try to pull my legs under me and get to my knees as I grab your hair and pull your head back, and then grab your neck with one hand and press my fingers into the side of it

14:16 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:25 Tomris: I manage to reach your pussy but without doing any good damage, you grap my hairs to pull me on and put your fingers on my neck. I gag for air and drool begin to leak from my open mouth, desperate for air. My right arm is still useless, broken or not it is impossible to tell in the heat of the fight and in a body full of adrenaline but not taking commands for sure. It may be wise to submit and let you take the money, but noone may blame me as beeing "wise" and I am now on my primal catty state, fighting for survival. I tried to reach your face and put my four fingers to on your lower lip and my thumb to your chin and try to inflict pain as I can. I spit on you and call you "slut" in anger of beeing in the loosing end of the fight.

14:36 Queen_Olivia: I pull you up onto your knees so that we sit opposite each other, since you haven't attacked my pussy, my threat has probably had an effect, now you grab my face, your nails dig into my lower lips, into the sensitive flesh and it starts immediately Bleeding, with your thumb under your chin you create counter pressure to press even harder... full of hatred we look into each other's eyes, you are crying, your make-up is smeared on your face, but I also have teary eyes that are now forming into slits to deal with the pain, I want to grab your neck and squeeze even harder when your saliva hits me on the side of the butt 'YOU CUNT INSULTING ME?! you die for this!' I grab your face by the chin and back of your head with both hands and pull it to the side

14:36 Queen_Olivia: yt

14:41 Queen_Olivia: (Where there is butt, there should be face)

14:45 Tomris: I sit in front of you in tears in my eyes, sobbing, some because of pain but mostly for loosing to that bitch. My face is all mess, wet with smearing make up, blood, tears and sweat. My breast, free from any cloth is swinging freely. My right arm fall freely to my side, useless. My other hand is in your face, trying to inflict pain as much as it can before the end comes. I feel your hand on my head, on chin and neck, even in that state, I can understand what you are trying to doo but I have no power left to stop you, now with one arm. "You street whore" I cried like a angry child and try to swing my right arm to your breast for one last pain while my neck begin to turn to an impossible angle.

14:45 Tomris: yt

14:45 Tomris: (if not the end)

14:50 Queen_Olivia: I twist your neck and it cracks, a disgusting sound, but then you collapse, all tension falls away from me too and I collapse, looking at your tight body, which still looks hot... after a few minutes I stand up and go to the bar to get something strong to drink, after the bottle of wisky is empty, I lie down in the tub...

14:50 Queen_Olivia: END?