Luxana In the Motherland

By SuperCat

“Ah, the road, it is still as bumpy as I remember it.”
Even in the Mercedes SUV they had rented in Kiev, which had purred over everything the countryside could throw at it, Luxana and Roger were jostled as they made their way down into the valley where the small town Luxana was born and raised sat like something from another time.
“I’m just glad it’s a rental baby. Wouldn’t want to destroy the shocks on a Merc we actually owned.” He laughed.
They bounced around the last curve and turned onto the valley floor. Not that in the steppes it was a valley as you would normally think, more a depression in the land where a river had probably run in some distant time. They passed a tall stone next to the road with a bronze plaque embedded in it that said “Chertavask”.
“Home” Luxana said. “No matter where I go and where I live, this will always be my home.”
“It’s amazing coming from…here, to where you are now, isn’t it?”
Luxana laughed. “Roger, can you imagine the frightened teenage girl who left this place to move to New York? I was so small then. I had no idea about the world. I am very lucky I managed to succeed, and even then, if it was not for my friends…” she put her hand on his leg “and you…”
“Thank you baby, but I bet you’re one of those people who were destined for great things regardless of whether I came along or not. I could see it in those beautiful eyes the first time I saw you.”
“Oh Roger, let’s not romanticize the first night we met.”
And they both cracked up in laughter.
They wound through the small town until they found the Inn.
“So this is it, huh?”
“Yes, I imagine the Safkos still own it. From what I can see Roger, nothing has changed a bit from the last time I was here nine years ago.”
“I get the impression Luxy that not much has changed here in the last ninety years.”
“Maybe nine hundred, Roger.” She replied with a smile.
There were people about, and probably many of them had heard their lost daughter Luxana was to come back to town this day. The residents of this small town in the northeastern Ukraine probably didn’t get too many random visitors, and certainly not ones who drove brand new shiny Mercedes. So their presence was noted, but these people also kept to themselves, so they were not bothered.
“Well, let’s get checked in and then we can head out to your Mothers place. It’s too bad we can’t just stay there.”
“Oh Roger, you will see when we get there. It is much more comfortable to stay here. It is ok, my Mother, she understands.”
“Gonna build a fucking 5-star hotel in this place just so we have someplace to stay.” Roger grunted as he took their suitcases from the rear of the SUV.
“Oh poosh!” she laughed at him, taking her own bags, “This is a very cozy little Inn, you will enjoy it. Not every place needs to be penthouse with silk sheets.” She walked up to him and kissed him softly. “Romance comes in all places Roger.”
He smiled and kissed her back.
“It makes it easier when you’re around my angel.”
“You silly man!” she laughed again and smacked him playfully on the shoulder.
“Welcome home baby.”

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“My Mink! Oh how I have missed you!
Alexandria Romanova burst through the front door of the small house and embraced her daughter before Luxana and Roger were even halfway up the walk.
He stood back for a moment as mother and daughter, who hadn’t seen each other in nine years, held each other for almost a solid minute.
Roger could see a lot of his love in her mother, the openness of her face and he bone structure. The older woman was shorter than her daughter, but still stood around 5’8”, and she still had the lean strength of a woman who still worked hard every day all day at the age of 51. Her dark brown hair was shot through with grey/white and was pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Her brown eyes were lively and showed the shrewd intelligence her daughter had inherited into her own blue/grey eyes.
He was lost in thought on their similarities when a hand landed on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his shoes. He was spun around and immediately crushed into a bear hug.
“My BROTHER! MY BROTHER WELCOME!”
Luxana had described her brother as a big man, and he had seen pictures of Marko Romanova, but he was unprepared to have the air squeezed out of him by what at first impression would indicate to be a huge bear. Roger was a full 6’2” and even his face was enveloped no higher than the gargantuan man’s brown beard. Marko embraced him and kissed him on the forehead, then held him back at arms length as if to study him further like a captured prey. His brown eyes were merry and a huge smile split the forest of his beard as he looked at his soon to be brother in law.
“So you are man who has made my sister so happy?! HA, I am glad to be seeing you! My sister, she did not understate you! I have had worries when she marry an American!”
“Marko! Stop crushing the poor man!” a female voice came from behind them, and Roger was released to see a stout woman walking up to them purposely. Roger searched his mental Rolodex and figured this had to be Marko’s wife, Lesia.
The giant released Roger sheepishly and smiled down at him.
“Wow, it’s simply such a pleasure to meet you, I have heard so much about you, Marko” he nodded at the man “Lesia”, at the woman. “I’m so happy to be able to come here and meet you finally. Thanks for having us here.”
“Oh Roger Conrad, the pleasure, it is all ours.” Alexandria strode over to Roger and embraced him. “Thank you for coming to our small place. We are honored to have you here. And thank you for…finally…making my little one to be honest woman.” She smiled broadly. “We hope our hospitality can measure up to what you are used to.”
“No, I should be the one thanking you, for…many reasons.”
Alexandria gave him a half-puzzled smile and Roger winked at Luxana, who grinned back.
“It is from a dream I had one night. Never mind this silly man.” She walked over and hugged her brother and sister-in-law. “Hello my family, oh I have been missing you so very much.”
And so they stood in the front yard of the house where Luxana had grown up. Roger looked around, taking it all in. The day still had the chill of morning in the air and there was a breeze coming across the fields that scudded the silver puffy clouds that occasionally obscured a sun set in a brilliantly shaded blue sky. He mused that except for the black SUV and Marko’s smaller car, the scene could have been set hundreds of years before. The Romanova home was a one story building built with stone. It was long and reminded Roger of an American ranch house. He could see on the rise behind the house a pen for animals, and on top of the hill a structure Roger assumed was for the equipment to tend the fields the Luxana had told him rolled behind the hill. Her parents, (well, her mother. Roger knew Luxana’s father had died from smoke inhalation while helping fight a fire in town two years after she had come to America) she said, had a homestead of modest means that they could grow enough on to survive, and Alexandria after the death of her husband took in whatever work she could to make her ends meet. Roger knew Luxana constantly asked her mother if she could take care of her, and Alexandria constantly refused help from her daughter. She was a hearty and proud woman, Luxana explained, and even the times when Luxana had flat out sent her money, her mother would never cash the check. She was a woman who loved her simple life out here on the steppes.
In fact that was one of the reasons Luxana and Roger were here this day. Luxana’s mother was most reluctant to either fly or travel on a boat halfway across the world, although Luxana did note she knew she’d have to for the wedding itself. But Roger and Luxana loved to travel, of course, and Roger considered it a pleasure and a privilege to visit his bride-to-be’s family in their own environment. It would have been unfair, he supposed, to have his first meeting with his new family to be in the mind fucking whirlwind of New York. Now he was the fish out of water, and Roger was fine with that.
After Luxana had exchanged pleasantries with her mother, brother, and sister-in-law they all went inside the house. Marko and Lesia had moved back in with his mother two years previous after the work had simply gotten to be too much for Alexandria to manage by herself full time. The giant man was Luxana’s junior by four years and had married his plump but cheerful childhood sweetheart as soon as he was able. Roger knew Luxana felt a lot of guilt she had not been there for the wedding, or for her Father’s funeral. She hadn’t gone, she admitted tearfully to Roger one night; because she was too ashamed of what she had been doing at the time to want to be among her family. Roger had held her and said they’d make it all up to them.
He took a look around and drank in the clean country air. “It’s actually beautiful here. No wonder this place gave me the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Then he realized everybody was inside and probably waiting for him and he smiled at his reverie and stepped in the open door.

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“This place, it smells as I always remembered it, so wonderful Momma!”
They were all in the large main living area of the house, sitting on the same plain but comfortable furniture that Luxana had remembered from her own teenaged years. The delicious smells of cooking stew and baking bread wafted out from the large kitchen behind them.
“It is why I will always love this place, besides my loved ones of course. It is so good to know things here are good and simple, as things should be.”
She sat next to Roger and they sipped on wine from a bottle Marko produced from the kitchen. Luxana knew it was a good bottle and had cost her brother a pretty penny indeed, especially taking into consideration what she knew he made as a laborer. Her brother was a good soul, but not wise in the ways of making money. In that way he could be noted to be the opposite of his sister. Always too anxious to use his time helping others for free or close to it. Luxana had been hoping Lesia would have shaken the need to make money in him by now.
When Lesia declined the glass of wine, Marko stood and announced to Roger and Luxana they had just learned two weeks previous that his wife was pregnant. He said he had wanted to wait for his sister to be there before he had told her. Luxana was overjoyed beyond words for her little brother and his wife and she hugged them warmly with the wonderful news.
“Aunt Luxana…Uncle Roger?” she grinned and looked at her fiancé.
“How about “Mom and Dad” about nine months after we get married baby?”
She threw her arms around him and hugged him close. Luxana had been feeling the need to have children soon. She was happy for her brother and Lesia, but she yearned to have her own family as well now that she had finally found a life worth bringing a child into.
“Ah, finally, you know, as soon as you sent me picture of this man, I said to myself “My daughter is a fool if she does not marry this man and have his children.””
“I know you’ve wanted me to do that for a while now Momma.”
“I know you know.” And Luxana did a double take when her Momma winked at her.
“It is the way of mothers…”
“Momma…it HURTS…”
Luxana regained herself and smiled broadly. Her Momma had always been there for her indeed.
“I will give you many beautiful children Momma. Between Lesia and myself, we will give you house full of grandchildren!”
“Many?”
“Later Roger”
And they all broke out laughing.

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“Baby, this place is just gorgeous. I love it here. Why haven’t you brought me back here before?”
“Well, there is not much for doing here Roger. Yes, it is a very beautiful place; I can see how you could appreciate it. It is funny. You come here and you see limitless freedoms while you feel trapped in the city. I come back here and am reminded how the city has limitless possibilities and remember how trapped I felt when I was here.”
“Yeah, ok Luxy. I do know when you’re talking about. As usual you set me straight.” He laughed. “It’s just so nice to be able to be standing here on top of this hill. Looking out over this huge vista, and my cell phone doesn’t work, I have no internet connection. The breeze is blowing my hair around and I can’t be bothered to care if anybody sees it. So…when do you want to retire baby?”
“Oh Roger, I am just getting started.” And she stepped into him face to face and threw her arms around his neck. “You can retire and I will be your warrior my love.”
They smiled at one another and he looked deep into her incredible blue/grey eyes.
“Someday though baby, give it a few years, you’ll understand.”
“I imagine so Roger, but I am still young. Let me have my fun.”
“Funny that normally for somebody your age having fun means something entirely different.”
“Oh Roger. I think we both know I’ve had my years to…indulge.”
“Can we still have more Luxy?”
“We have a lifetime together Roger.”
They embraced on the hilltop.
“Good grief baby, we must look like the cover to a bad romance novel.” And they laughed together.
“Roger, do not be fooled by the view up here. Life here in Ukraine, it is not as peaceful and easy as you would think. In many, many ways this land is rough and harsh and life here, it can be brutal. Remember Roger, the warrior you think I am, I learned how here.”
She paused and looked up into his eyes.
“The warrior he thinks I am…”
“Let us go down Roger, I am sure my mother’s stew is done and I am feeling hungry.”
He took her hand in his and they walked down to the little house.
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“So, Luxana, are you going to be seeing your old friends tonight? I am thinking you would want to show this man off to them.”
“Oh Momma, I am not one to show off and brag. There will be no rubbing of faces. But yes, I am going out after we get back to town. I would like to show Roger some of the places from my youth.”
“Don’t get yourself into any trouble” Marko laughed. “This time your younger brother will not be there to break things up.”
“You go if you like…” Lesia said to her husband. Luxana appreciated that her sister in law would let her husband go. She was a sweet woman, stout and sturdy like the land itself. Luxana also appreciated that Lesia was making an attempt to learn English, Luxana was fluent in three languages, but Roger, well he needed help, he was trying to learn Ukranian to impress her, but his progress was slow, and she had been worried he’d feel self conscious with others not speaking in his language here. But things hadn’t been awkward at all, and she was so glad she had both a man and a family who would work to make each other comfortable.
“There is no need Lesia, I will stay here, there is no good that can come from me out drinking with our little mink and her crazy friends.” He laughed.
“But you, Roger, do not let my countrymen get to you. They will tease you because you are American, but they mean no harm. Show them it does not bother you and they will be just fine. They are good people, but they…can play rough. As my big sister knows all too well.”
“Oh shut up Marko.”
“My big sister, she was not only known as the most beautiful woman here, but the toughest.”
“I’m not surprised Marko. I know full well Luxana’s strength and courage matches her beauty.”
“Yes, Roger, the women of Ukraine, they are wonderful in so many ways.”
“Stop it you two.” Luxana sounded…nervous?
“OK baby, what are you not telling me.”
“Anyway, yes, it will be nice, too many people, when I left here, they told me it would be bad for me. It is nice to know those who doubted you are wrong, and yes, I will be proud to show off my handsome man.”
“As you should be my little mink. You two, you make me so proud. I know your father Luxana, he is looking down at us right now, and he is proud as well. As proud as he could be.” Alexandria said and took a sip of wine. “So, it grows late my little ones, let us meet tomorrow and let an old woman’s bones get some well needed rest.”
“Oh momma, you are NOT old. You have the love and wisdom of the old, but you are still my Momma.”
“And you are my little mink, no matter how rich you are, and how handsome your husband.”
And, sitting at the long table in the kitchen, the smell of stew and bread still strong in the air, they all laughed, Romanovas, Conrads, all together.

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“You look stunning. Can we just stay in and make love all night?”
“But Roger, we don’t have a pile of money here!”
“I’ll write a bunch of checks and we can roll around on them. No, honey, I’m just kidding. I want to meet all your friends and see some of the town, but when we get back, I’m gonna tie you in a knot with my cock and untie you with my mouth.”
She giggled and put her hand in front of her mouth. “You, are…ah…not corr…corr...”
“Incorrigible Luxy?”
“No, I am incorrigible Luxy. YOU are incorrigible Roger! Come, my big handsome man, let us go have fun. You will like my friends; they’re beautiful like I am. You will be loving the scenery.”
She grasped his hand and led him to the door; Roger couldn’t help but notice how the tight dark bluejeans hugged her womanly hips and incredibly tight ass. She was wearing a purple silk top that showed off the firm beauty of her breasts, opened two buttons down to display the classy diamond and sapphire necklace he had given her for her last birthday. He felt his breath catch in his throat. She may have been his warrior and have a mind for business like a shark, but she was also the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
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“It translates to “The Bloody Boar” Roger. Do not worry, it is only a name. There are neither blood nor boars here.”
She thought a moment.
“Well, maybe there will be a boar, but I hope not.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing Roger, just a stray thought. Come inside and meet my old and dear friends!”
She opened the door into a Tavern with a large front room full of tables and surrounded by several booths. The bar ran down the entire left side of the main room, ending at the back wall. There were two back rooms Luxana knew well. The one on the right would have several more tables and was where people could dine in a more relaxed atmosphere. The one on the left housed the restrooms and the lone pool table.
There were maybe twenty people in the bar; most of whom Luxana had known for her entire life, and most of who were happy to see her.
Luxana could tell immediately that there were some people who resented her merely being there, either because she had escaped to America, a country a lot of people still viewed with extreme suspicion, because the word had gotten out she had become wealthy and had landed a man rich beyond any of their dreams, or some other slight from when she was still a teenager.
They did not matter to her.
“As they say in my new home, those people are haters. I have no use for them, so to fuck with their glares and their silence. I know my friends here and my friends are what matter.”
But she couldn’t help but notice that Akalena Misnky, who had been sitting with Sergei and Sofia Demchak, both of whom had hailed her warmly, slunk out of the room as soon as she thought Luxana did not notice. The black haired beauty had been one of the “other” group of young women in the town that had formed against Luxana and her friends all her life.
Luxana had no doubt where she was going, and she inwardly groaned.
“This NOT what I wanted. Oh, not at all. But Luxana, you knew it would happen. Now you had best be ready.”
She accepted the greeting and hugs from everybody in the tavern, and made her way to her three best friends, who had commandeered a long table by the back right corner. She greeted them in turn with a long close hug, Sasha Ostrovsky, her neighbor and best friend growing up. A short, slim welcoming, woman with a beautiful open face and expressive mouth whom everybody had called “Sunflower” her whole life because her hair was the color of spun gold, and she was as beautiful and open as the flower, which her parents grew to sell the oil. Sasha had always been the shy girl, always afraid of others, mostly boys, and she had been the last of the girls to lose her flower, even though Luxana considered her an equal as far as beauty and sweetness. She was still in great shape and she grasped her old friend close, then handed her off to Pavla. Pavla Pasternak was always the “mother” of the group. Trying to look out for her more adventurous friends, steering them away from danger, be it from climbing trees, to boys of bad intentions, to breaking up the fights that would break out. She was a shoulder to cry on for the young ladies, old beyond her years, when in fact she was the youngest by four months. Luxana was not surprised she had become matronly; she had always been a stout girl. But she had married well, and had borne her husband Petr several fine children. After releasing Pavla, Luxana turned to the last girl, a brunette much like herself but darker complexioned with big brown eyes and a sturdier build.
She looked Luxana in the eye.
“Bitch.”
“Bitch.”
And the two lifelong friends both broke out laughing.
While Luxana had missed all her friends, she missed Svetlana Trush the most. Sasha had been shy, and Pavla mothering, but Luxana had found a true partner in crime with the beautiful brunette. They had whiled away their youth playing at tomboy games, getting in trouble at school, then in boys, and they had had to have one another back in the occasional violent scrap with other town girls.
“Those two, thicker than thieves and twice as dangerous.” Alexandria Romanova had been known to say.
Their parting when Luxana had left had been painful. Luxana had told her friend she would send for her to visit when she had a chance, but the way things had worked out Svetlana hadn’t been able to visit and that had deeply upset Luxana. She couldn’t wait to see her old friend at her wedding when she would be able to visit America. Much like Luxana, Svetlana always had dreams of making it to the great country across the ocean, but unlike Luxana, Svetlana was only 5’6” and although she was built nicely wasn’t skinny enough to model, a la Luxana’s meal ticket out and she also had “my family nose”, which had also been broken in a fight in the barn when she was 15. Svetlana had done well for herself at first, she had made it to Kiev and was working in an office when, as she had tearfully related to Luxana one night when she had been able to call in Vegas, the man she had become engaged to left her for another woman, and then her family’s business had burned to the ground in the fire which had claimed Luxana’s own father. Svetlana’s mother had also died in the blaze, and she was called back home to help take care of the rest of her large family. Luxana knew how much the sacrifice had hurt her, and had made sure she had some money, but Svetlana would never allow Luxana to support her.
So the four old friends sat down at the table and Luxana introduced Roger to them all. He smiled and kissed their hands in turn, always the gentleman, and he put them at ease that way he had that made her love him even more, full of easy and sincere compliments.
“Oh Luxana, he is a fine catch! So tall and so handsome!” Pavla exclaimed, patting her friend’s hand. “You have done so well in America; truly it must be the land of great opportunity!”
Sasha smiled and nodded. “I wish I could find a man as such.” She said softly.
“Trust me ‘Flower, it was NOT easy.” Luxana laughed.
“No, but it was worth it. Take heart Sasha, I was over forty when I met the love of my life. Your time will come, I’m sure.”
The blonde woman smiled gratefully at Roger, and Luxana beamed at him.
“I’d try to fix you up Sash, but as you can tell, it’s not like I have the best luck myself. Perhaps we can both learn from Luxana and Pavla” Svetlana said with a sad laugh. “I am done with men Luxana. First Denys in Kiev, and then Andrei. That bastard will be the last; it’s been eight months since he left me for that slutty bitch.”
Luxana’s eyes went wide, “Her?”
“Yes, just like when we were young Luxana. With the men, I never had a chance, only you could take from her. But Luxana, enough of my sad stories, please, tell us Luxana, tell us everything. America! This rich handsome fiancé, tell us!”
So Luxana told them her story, with occasional help from Roger. She glossed over several things, such as the brutality of her fights to the top of Inferwebz and her exit from modeling, she and Roger had agreed already which parts of the story were only their business, but her friends did not notice or seem to mind, they all had dozens of questions about every little thing, even the normally quiet Sasha, and as one bottle of wine turned to four they talked into the night. Luxana was caught up on what little news there was in town she hadn’t heard yet, mostly small gossip about people she hadn’t thought of in years. Occasionally, well wishers would stop by to meet Roger and welcome Luxana back.
The tavern had gotten more crowded as the night went on, and eventually, Luxana, sitting with her back to the door at the head of the table, stopped noticing who was there.
“This is going far better than I had imagin…”
“So, the ugly slut has decided to come and try to rub our noses in her American ways.”
The voice hissed out of the air like an arrow into her ear.
She felt fingers of ice up and down her back.
“Oh to the fuck!”

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Luxana had fought several battles over the last several years, you, dear reader know them well. She had fought models, she had fought whores, and psychotic socialites, but none of the women she had fought brought up the same level of personal animosity as she felt when she turned in her chair and for the first time in almost a decade laid eyes on Tatyana Smolkskaya.
Luxana couldn’t quite say for sure, because she simply couldn’t remember and had never asked her Mother if she had recalled, but she imagined when she and Tatyana were toddlers, they had tried to beat each other with their rattles.
She knew that as long as she could remember, the girl had lit a fire in her, and Luxana’s own existence did the same for Tatyana. They had fought in the schoolyard, after school, in the barn, in the field, in the sty behind Yuri Kasperski’s abandoned house, over boys, over slights to their friends, over anything. All but twice the fights had been broken up and indecisive.
Sometimes it can be like that with two girls in a small town in any country. Both perceived to be the most beautiful in the area anybody is aware of, they can either bond together or they can become the most bitter of enemies. It was neither in Luxana or Tatyana to back down to another woman when challenged though, and so they had become the most hated of rivals.
Tatyana was almost the mirror image of Luxana. She was also tall, only a shade shorter than Luxana’s 5’10” and her hair was the image of blonde beauty, washing out naturally from a honeyed color at the roots to nearly white by the end of the straight tresses hanging most of the way down her back. While Luxana’s eyes were a lively blue/grey, Tatyana’s were a kaleidoscope of hazel, blue and green. She had used them to mesmerize men on many, many occasions. Her breasts were a bit smaller and flatter than Luxana’s, but still rose round and firm from her chest. But she had ever been jealous that her rival had bigger breasts. Her body was long and lean, her stomach flat but not muscular and her legs slim and toned.
Normally, with her dominant personality and beauty, Tatyana would have been the undisputed queen of all she saw, but Luxana did not fear her, and the brunette’s own gorgeous beauty, coupled by her infectious optimism and charm, had constantly in Tatyana’s eyes stolen the spotlight from the blonde, even when they were children, competing for grades in school, to competing for friends, to competing for boys. The blonde had been beside herself with anger and jealousy when Luxana not only went to Prague to compete as a model, but had SUCCEEDED and gotten to go to America.
Luxana had known she would end up here this night. As soon as she had seen Akalena leave, Luxana had known she would come back with Tatyana, and probably Oksana as well. A quick look over Tatyana’s shoulder confirmed it, as both the black haired woman and a mousy looking woman with bland features and shoulder length sandy blonde hair sat at the table with her.
Luxana looked her lifelong enemy directly in her amazing eyes and responded: “Good evening Tatyana. I’d say it is a pleasure, but it is not.”
“You never should have come back here, you disgusting American whore. You are a disgrace to this place. Same as always.”
“I honor my homeland and bring the good name of my country you stupid cow. You are just jealous because I was able to model. Something you never had the talent” she snorted derisively “or the looks to succeed doing.”
“Nonsense, I was far better than you ever were, you slut of a thousand pigs. You spread your legs to get to America. The land of filthy diseased whores like you.”
“I did nothing of the sort you bitch, and you know it. I earned my way fair and square. You wish you had something a man that matters would like in between your legs anyway. You are a whore, but with no takers. You even fail in that.”
“I’ve taken from you. Any man here would know who is better.”
“Yes, any man here HAS sampled you. We all know that.”
“How about I take YOUR man. I bet your rich American pimp would like my pussy MUCH better.”
She eyed Roger like she wanted to eat him.
“I know his tastes. He does not like getting shots after sex to kill disease. You couldn’t take my man when we were younger, and now, now you have nothing, nothing except your stupid hate, anger, and looks that are fading…VERY quickly.”
“At least I take care of my family.” Tatyana hissed. “You leave to be slut for any American man with money, you leave your brother to get married, and you…you leave your father to die, you disgusting American goat fucker.”
Luxana’s eyes widened. Behind her she could hear a sharp intake of breath from all her friends. Roger, she knew, had no idea what was going on, the rapid fire Ukrainian she was speaking would have been over his head to understand. But he had to have known this was NOT going well.
The bitch had just gone WAY too far. And the fact that what she had said struck the brunette at the heart of the guilt she did carry around for her family made it even worse.
Almost out of reflex, Luxana rose from her seat.
Everybody rose from their seats.
The two women glared at each other in hate.
“My place now you piece of shit whore. Get out and go back to America.”
“The Ukraine is a free country now you filthy cunt, and it will always be my home. I will go where I belong.”
“You could never compete with my beauty; you ran from me and hid in the land where an ugly pig like you could pass for attractive.”
“Andrei thought I was more beautiful then you. At least that’s what he told me after I beat you like a dog and we made love.”
Tatyana’s hand flicked out and smacked on Luxana’s cheek.
The brunette didn’t even flinch as the palm mark grew red on her face.
“As always, you never could hurt me.”
Tatyana swung again, but Luxana saw her flinch before she threw and blocked the woman’s arm with her left forearm, and returned the favor with a lightning quick right jab that connected to the blondes face and sent her reeling back.
Immediately, she felt Roger grabbing her from behind as other men got a hold of Tatyana.
“What the fuck are you doing Luxy?” he said in her ear.
She ignored him and glared at the blonde.
“So, we do this a third time you blonde bitch? Nobody to stop it until one of us is the better for once and for all?”
Tatayana was struggling to be free. Or pretending to show she wanted to fight right this moment, but either way she spat at the brunette: “We go where the first time. You know where. Be there at noon tomorrow. Bring your American pimp, after I beat you I will fuck him the same you did to my Andrei!”
“I am not afraid of you. I beat you before, I will do it again. I do not like you Tatyana. I never have. All I would have asked is you leave me alone to be with my friends and family. But you started this fight. It did not have to happen. You were so jealous of me, you could not leave me be. Now…I will have to fight again. I DO NOT WANT TO, DAMN YOU! But you make me!”
“I will kill you, you traitor! You American slut, you disgrace to the motherland!”
“I am none of those things, but I am better than you. Very well. I will see you at noon. I know where.”
Oksana and Akalena helped lead the struggling blonde out the door. After a few minutes, Svetlana went outside and pronounced them gone.
“Do you know what you’re doing Luxana? I know you have fought before…but I do not wish you to be hurt.”
“I must, ‘Lana. She would never let me come back here in peace if I do not end this now, and now that I have a family, I do plan on coming back, to my family, and my friends. I will be fine ‘Lana. I can handle this one.”
Svetlana eyed her appraisingly and said “Very well. I will be there though.”
‘“If you wish. I don’t expect you to come Pavla, ‘Flower.”
“I cannot…my children, the daycare…” Pavla responded. “I wish you would not do this Luxana. I fear for you. I do not feel good about this.”
“I…I will be there. “ Sasha said quietly. “All these years since you left. Tatyana and Akalena have been so bullying to me, they always take the man I want, or take work from me. I remember how nice it was when you beat her those years ago Luxana. I would very much like to see that.”
“You are right to worry Pavi, but I will be OK, I am Luxana, and I am strong. My fight is just and I will beat her.”
She and Roger hugged her friends goodbye and said her goodbyes to those in the tavern who would wish her well. There were many.
Her husband had been conspicuously quiet through this whole thing, in fact he looked a little shell shocked. But she knew that wouldn’t last.
Luxana was actually more nervous then she’d care to admit as they left the tavern, but their walk back to the Inn in the light rain of the night, her hand firmly clasped in the strong, warm hand of her lover, was, thankfully, uneventful.

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“Baby, can you tell a brother what the hell just happened in there?”
She looked at him with weariness and concern and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs underneath her. She had disrobed and hung up her clothes as soon as she had gotten back to the room. She was wearing her small silk nightie and short pink socks. Normally, Roger would take this as the prelude to passionate love making, but not right now.
“Oh Roger.” She shook her head sadly and put a soft hand on his face. “You…you have heard me talk of the fights of my youth. Why I was not afraid when you challenged me to fight the whore in Vegas. This is something from long before we ever met, and Roger I should have known this would happen and told you. But telling you would just make you worry more over something that would come to pass no matter what you did.”
“I couldn’t understand a word that you two were saying in there. I know it was bad and I know it ended up, but what was happening?”
“Old insults. The idiocy of women. But she said things about my family, my Father. She knew how to push me, she always did.”
Tears came from Luxana’s eyes and she put her head on Rogers shoulder and cried; the guilt of not being there for her family when they needed her rushing out in salty streams. He understood that much, she had expressed her feelings on the subject to Roger a few times. It was not something she liked to dwell on, and he knew if the blonde had gone there with Luxana she would have had to respond the way she did.
That still didn’t mean he liked the idea.
“So we go to one of the places we have fought before at Noon tomorrow, and we settle our differences for good. The last time we were there, she walked away and I was lying on the ground. The time after that…we were in the barn…it was me who…well…I suppose I can tell my fiancé, I left her lying in a fouled horse stall and I let the boy she had been seeing take my virginity on a hay bale in front of her.”
“No wonder she’s still pissed off.”
“We never did break our tie. So Roger, this has to be done. I beg you, don’t try to stop it, no matter how much she hurts me, and Roger, she WILL hurt me, she is strong and merciless, but I can beat her. There will be other people there, and some will wish to see me harmed, I need you, my love, I need you to be strong for me. You have before and always I win for you, but I need you to trust me on this.”
She looked his straight in the eyes. Roger knew he would pretty much do whatever it was she asked.
He was starting to be resigned that the love of his life was a woman who waged epic battles of female dominance. It was odd that he had met her in just that fashion, and he still loved the idea of Luxana being the victor in her battles, his gorgeous radiant warrior, but her fights were so brutal, and she gave so much, he feared for her safety and her sanity. It had taken her months to recover from her wars with both Monique and Janice, and another six month ordeal of pain for her wasn’t something Roger relished.
But she was right, again. He could understand that if she was to be coming back to visit her family, she needed to deal with this old grudge in the only way either woman evidently knew how, and he was going to have to support her the only way he knew how. This was nothing money could fix, and if she said for him to be there and support her was what it would take, then that was what he was bound to do.
But he still didn’t much like the idea.
They didn’t make love that night, but held each other close in the bed.

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Luxana wasn’t surprised there was a small crowd waiting at the penned in area where she would be fighting this day. Word travels fast in a small town, and even though some may pretend to be above such things, she knew the final resolution of this decade’s long battle between the two most attractive women in the area would certainly pique some interest.
“It is just how I remember it. It is true, things here, they are slow to change, if ever.”
Tatyana had determined the venue, and Luxana was not surprised. It was the blonde’s favorite place to fight, and she had handed Luxana the only decisive loss of her life in this same place when the two girls were 16. Luxana could still recall lying on her back in the mud and grass, tears running down her face as Svetlana attended to her after her tearful submission. The house that had been on the Sarajanov’s land had fallen into disrepair sometime soon after the fall of the Soviets as the tenants went back to their homeland of Russia, but the pen that had once held their livestock was still in good repair. The wooden fence that had surrounded the area filled with grassy patches and spots of mud from the misty rain that had fallen the night before was still together. Perhaps it was still tended by the local children. Perhaps they still settled their differences here sometimes.
Luxana smiled as she noted it was around the same dimensions as Infrewebz boardroom.
Most there gave her and Roger a friendly greeting. Marko had come and looked at his big sister with a combination of his usual humor and concern. Luxana supposed Pav or Sash had gone out and told him. Having the enormous man in her corner helped to assure there would be no funny stuff from any of Tatyana’s friends. Roger was hardly one who was physically imposing enough to stop the men of town from stepping in if Tatyana was in deep trouble.
“You are silly for doing this my sister, but I love you and I will be here for you. Now win, win for our family and for yourself.”
Little Sasha and Svetlana embraced her and wished her well. They told her they would stand by her for better or for worse.
“If any of the whores friends try to get involved, YOU” she put her arm around Svetlana “will have to kick their ass, eh?”
They all laughed.
“But Luxana, I have wanted to kick Akalena’s ass myself.” Sasha chimed in.
They laughed even harder.
Luxana was dressed for war suitable for rolling around it what may be a mud pit, but thankfully, was more or less now just wet grass. She had on a faded “Orange Crush” t-shirt over top of a pair of jean shorts that were cut WAY up on her long thighs, ending just below her well rounded ass, long white tube socks with yellow stripes, and black sneakers. She had opted against wearing a bra, they just got in the way in these fights and she needed to feel free. Roger told her she had looked sexy as he had ever seen her, it made her proud, she liked feeling sexy when she fought, and she felt good about herself and her chances this day.
“I fight for money in penthouse. I fight for lots of money in boardroom. Now, I fight for nothing more than my pride in abandoned muddy animal pen.” She leaned on the wooden slats and closed her eyes. “It is time, I am strong. I am Ukraine. I am America. I am Luxana. And this is for me, my family, my old and my new country and everything else I love.”
She heard the commotion that meant her enemy was coming and she opened her beautiful eyes.

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Tatyana strode up to the pen with all the confidence in the world. Akalena and Oksana trailed behind her. Following their leader, as usual.
“Today I get my revenge on that traitorous slut. I shall teach her that since she loves America and its dirty money so much, she should stay there from now on.”
She had been waiting for this moment so badly ever since she had heard that not only did the ugly brunette dog had gone to Prague to model, but she had won and was leaving for New York. She felt cheated that she had never gotten her vengeance for the brutal beating she had suffered at Luxana’s hands in the old horse shed at Andrei’s parent’s house. She had been beaten senseless and bloody and left semi conscious in a stack of hay as Luxana took her boy in front of her. She had finally been emotionally ready to kick Luxana’s fat ass again when the bitch up and left.
So Tatyana had spent most of the last decade seething, and taking it out on Luxana’s friends whenever she could. Stealing Andrei back from Svetlana had felt good, not that he had been worth a damn or the dumb cow had put up much of a fight to keep him. She was glad to be rid of him after three months when the man had left for Kiev. She had desperately wanted to bed Marko, just to get back at her enemy the best way she knew how, but the stupid oaf ignored her for that dumpy bitch Lesia. It had felt good to smack the little idiot Sasha around, but really, the shy girl was no real match for her.
They were all poor substitutes for hearing Luxana scream in agony and submission.
Hearing the slut had fallen hard in New York had given her a grim pleasure, but that had been thrown back in her face tenfold to hear Marko and Svetlana bragging about how she had found this handsome incredibly rich American man and then had made millions as a businesswoman in her own right while Tatyana stayed home, single, working as a serving girl in the other tavern in town.
But Tatyana would never have thought herself as jealous and a hater, she knew she was better than the brunette, and it should have been her who had gone to the great evil America and come back with a rich handsome man. No, she felt cheated, cheated out of everything Luxana had for herself.
And now, it was time for Tatyana to take out all the rage and frustration she had in her soul on this bitch who had succeeded when she had not.
She strutted up to the opposite end of the pen from Luxana, who was glaring out at her from her stupid looking eyes. She slowly and sensually climbed over the top of the fence, leaving her minions behind her with a “stay” of her hand, and stood in a grassy spot, she cocked her hip out and put her hand on it in a challenging posture. She was dressed in a tight black tee shirt with a white printed design on the front, a tight pair of dark blue jeans, short white anklet socks and white Nikes. Her long blonde hair was back in a tight braid that hung halfway down her back.
She beckoned the brunette with her index finger, and then flipped her off with her middle.
“Today, you slut pig, I kick your ass for good, fuck your man in front of you, and send you back to your precious America in pieces. No rules, no mercy, we fight until you submit to the better woman.”

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Luxana kissed Roger and whispered in his ear “For luck, but I will not need it. I love you. Do NOT stop this, no matter how bad it looks.”
He nodded. Was there sadness in his eyes?
“Oh Roger.”
She climbed in over the wooden slats.
“Let’s get this over with. You wanted this, not me. I have other things to do here besides worry about your jealousy issues.”
She circled to the right, knees bent, hands out.
Tatyana wasted no time, she simply charged right in.
Luxana knew this tactic well and moved to her right more, but she was shocked as the blonde launched herself low when she neared the brunette. Luxana tried to get out of the way of the hurtling body, but her shoe caught on Tatyana’s torso and she tripped over the blonde, sprawling on her hands and knees into the muddy ground.
Tatyana gave her no time to recover, spinning about and diving on top of Luxana, driving her face first to the ground. The blonde swung her fists wildly in her anger, hitting Luxana on the back and side of the head. Luxana covered up as best she could, trying to wait out the offensive, but several of the punches connected, one right hand in particular caught her directly on the ear and her equilibrium was knocked off, she felt herself spinning even though she knew she was just one the ground, but the taste of dirt on her tongue kept her mind straight. She squirmed under her enemy, trying to get free.
But Tatyana had no intention of letting up, she let loose years of pent up rage, screaming “YOU DIE TODAY YOU DISGUSTING SLUT!” She kept swinging her right hand while with her left, she pulled back on Luxana’s shirt and hair, whatever she could grab to lift the brunette off the ground for a better shot, and she mounted her foe’s back, straddling the woman.
Luxana kicked ineffectively at the ground as she felt the weight of the blonde on her back. This was nothing she couldn’t weather, but it wasn’t a great way to start a fight.
Tatyana managed to get her enemy’s upper body off the ground, and she wrapped her left arm around the brunette’s throat. She stopped her punches in order to rake her sharp nails around Luxana’s eyes and then down into her shirt. She twisted Luxana around so she could wrap her legs around Luxana’s torso in a body scissors. She whispered into the brunettes ear “America has made you soft, you lose easily. Now I will make your man hard you piece of shit.”
Luxana gagged for air as the breath was crushed out of her and she couldn’t bring any air into her constricted throat. She felt her shirt being torn away (“Well, that didn’t take long”) and then the blonde’s nails across her breasts. She dug her feet into the dirt as she felt the world start to waver.
“No, I cannot lose like this.”
And she used her shoes to grip on the muddy ground and bucked her entire body in a wave. Her torso created enough space where her head had room to smack into Tatyana’s jaw hard enough for the brunette to feel the *clack*.
She did it again and was free as Tatyana’s arms went momentarily limp.
She was still in the leglock however, but Luxana was able to turn in her enemies grasp and put her left hand around Tatyana’s throat while using her right to start undoing the blonde’s belt and top button of her jeans.
Now she had Tatyana’s back on the ground and the blonde’s scissors wasn’t nearly as effective. In fact Luxana had better leverage on her choke as she rose to her knees and then to her feet. She had been able to undo Tatyana’s belt and was working on her zipper when the blonde gave up her leglock with a gasping snarl and tried to scramble away.
But Luxana wasn’t interested in letting Tatyana away, she still had a strong grip on her enemy’s throat and she felt she could maybe be the one to end it with a choke now. She drove her knee into Tatyana’s crotch and the blonde tried to scream in pain but could not. Still, it was music to Luxana’s ears. Luxana kept her knee in the blonde’s pussy, grinding it in, and she used her right hand to smash Tatyana in the face repeatedly.
In desperation, Tatyana reached up and slashed and poked at Luxana’s eyes. She was rewarded with contact and a solid blow to the brunette’s nose. She repeated this and now it was Luxana’s turn to release her grip with a snarl and one final punch to the side of the blonde’s head. Tatyana’s legs finally gave up the grip and both women parted.
They turned to face each other as fast as they could and eyed each other from their knees.
Luxana tore the rest of her shirt free and flung it to the ground.
“Come, you vile bitch. You wanted to fight, don’t back away now like chicken. You like my breasts? They are better than yours, no?”
Tatyana thought about trying to fix her pants, but knew if she tried the brunette would be on her. She instead posed and stuck her tits out in her shirt with her hands on her hips. Inviting Luxana to come for them.
“You have udders like cow. Old saggy cow. I will rub them in the mud after I rip them off you.”
They growled at each other and at the same time exploded forward.
They clashed in a mighty swirl of arms and hands, Luxana was able to fight Tatyana away from her exposed breasts, but she knew that wouldn’t be able to last, so she sacrificed breast punishment to go lower and slug the blonde in the stomach and then start working at her jeans again, trying to slow her down by restricting her mobility. Tatyana was twisting her boobs mercilessly and sinking her claws in at the base of the flesh where it joined her chest. The pain was excruciating.
The blonde saw her opponent’s pain and spit in her face. “No more than a handful you pathetic slut. I love seeing you in pain! Scream for me!”
Luxana wasn’t screaming yet, but she gritted her teeth against the agony and jabbed again and again into Tatyana’s lower abdomen as she worked at her pants. Even though she felt like her poor breasts were going to be pulled from her chest
“Oh my poor boobies, oh they hurt!”
Her efforts bore fruit as she now had access to Tatyana’s panties and the tender area underneath. She grabbed the front of the blonde’s satin underwear and pulled up as hard as she could, giving her hated enemy a painful pussy wedgie. She began sawing the material back and forth in between Tatyana’s lips.
Tatyana stiffened in pain and screeched, then released one hand from Luxana’s breasts to try to return the favor down south. She tried to sink her teeth into Luxana’s other breast as the brunette tried to play defense with one of her hands.
The two enemies fell to the grass and mud and rolled back and forth; Luxana pulling at the blonde’s vagina and ripping her shirt away to return THAT favor, the blonde tearing into Luxana’s stomach and breasts.
They eventually rolled into the side of the pen, almost under the wooden slat. Even though Tatyana was on top at the time, Luxana was quicker of wit and used her grip on the blondes braid as a handle to slam her head into the wood. As Tatyana fell to the ground holding her head Luxana sprang free and sent a sneaker into the woman’s belly.
Then another.
Then one directly to the face.
She grabbed Tatyana by her leg and dragged her out into the middle of the pen. She stomped down on the woman’s crotch and loved seeing the blonde writhing and moaning in pain. Tatyana clearly had no idea which part of her hurting body to massage first, her hands went up and down her various pains.
“Now let’s see what we have underneath there bitch” she sneered and quickly tore off the blondes shoes, throwing them into the crowd. The she sent her foot into Tatyana’s pussy, belly and a kick to her tits again.
With her foe thusly immobilized for a moment, Luxana reached down and grabbed both the woman’s jeans and panties and in a fluid movement, she removed the blonde of both and let her legs drop into the muddy grass. She kept the panties and tucked them into her shorts for future use and threw the jeans to the side.
“You smell like bad fish from Dnieper. Please, use douche before fight slut.”
Feeling victory perhaps close at hand, Luxana walked around in front of Tatyana, who was writhing about trying to protect her vulnerable and exposed womanhood. She grabbed her braid, hauled her up from the ground, and wrapped the blondes head between her strong thighs in a standing head scissors. She wearily looked over at Roger and smiled. Then she fell backwards, driving Tatyana’s head to the ground.
The blonde twitched and lay there, but Luxana still poured on the pressure to her head scissors. She knew Tatyana was tough as nails and letting up on the woman was no option.
“Do you submit you bitch?” she asked as she reared up on one arm to increase her leverage.
“No….no…fuck to you, Tatyana never submit to you.”
“SUBMIT!”
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHHGGGHHHH PLEASE…FUCK…FUCK YOU NEVER!”
Luxana rolled over onto her backside so Tatyana’s face was pressed into the ground, she poured on the pressure as hard as she could. To increase her advantage, she raked her nails across the blondes back and side, anyplace she could reach, even around to Tatyana’s tit. She managed to grab the blonde’s nipple and she pulled back as hard as she could.
Tatyana went wild in her agony. She twisted her head around as far as she could and tried to bite the inside of Luxana’s thigh, but couldn’t quite reach. In her panic, she found strength and drove both feet into the ground, flipping her entire body over to land on her brunette adversary. As her ass landed on Luxana’s stomach she was pleased to hear Luxana gasp and her thighs weaken their hold for just a moment.
It was all she needed.
Tatyana pulled her head free of Luxana’s legs and sat forward. Immediately, she had gone from nearly submitting to the beautiful brunettes scissors to being on top of Luxana in a schoolgirl pin.
She took a moment to shake her head to clear the cobwebs as Luxana tried to buck her off, but the blonde quickly realized she was now in control.
And she meant to do something about it.
Tatyana started swinging her hands, slapping and punching the brunette in the face over and over. Back and forth Luxana’s head went with the blows. Tatyana even reached back and sent her right fist into the struggling beauties stomach from her dominant position.
Desperately, Luxana tried to kick her way out, but Tatyana was able to grab her left leg and wrap her arm around it. She took a moment to rip Luxana’s shoe off and send it over towards her friends, the she brought Luxana’s leg ALL the way over until it touched the ground about the brunettes head.
“I WILL BREAK YOU IN HALF YOU FUCKING TRAITOR WHORE! BREAK YOU!”
Luxana’s hamstring felt like it was going to snap, she cried out in pain and cried out again. Trapped, her eyes filled with panic. Almost out of reflex, she tried to kick out with her other leg, and the blonde was able to use her other arm to trap that leg as well, and Tatyana thusly pulled both of her hated opponent’s legs all the way over to completely trap Luxana in a painful matchbook pin.
Looking down on the brunettes pain filled eyes, Tatyana smiled like the devil himself and hissed “I have beaten you again you American loving cow! Tell the people I am the better woman now and always! TELL THEM!” and she bore down on the hold and to add to Luxana’s humiliation, spit directly in her face.
Luxana’s hands slapped ineffectively on the ground as she tried to think of a way out through the pain. She almost dove into herself to relieve the agony, but she instinctively knew she needed her wits about her at this time.
As Tatyana worked the hold, she leaned far in and close to Luxana, which proved to be the brunette’s salvation. She managed to get her head far enough up to bite at Tatyana’s tit. She was rewarded by a gasp of pain as her teeth closed on the blonde’s large nipple and she shook her head like a dog working a bone. As Tatyana’s body stiffened, she was able to get her left arm out of the pin and threw a desperation punch that clipped Tatyana on the jaw, sending her slack for one moment. The blonde let go of her legs and pin and with a mighty push Luxana was able to dislodge Tatyana from her dominant position.
Even though the blonde was lying in a swath of grass next to her, Luxana was too hurt to be able to do anything at the moment except make it to a semi-kneeling position, and Tatyana was able to shake her head and clear the cobwebs faster.
She sent a kick to Luxana’s head, connecting with the side of the brunette’s face and sending her sprawling. Then she kicked again, this time into the brunette’s perfect tits, squashing them against her chest. The she ground her sock clad foot into Luxana’s daisy duke clad crotch, drawing an agonized yowl from the brunette.
Stalking around her prey, Tatyana walked to the top of Luxana’s head and grabbed her by the hair. Pulling the brunette around and then to her knees she punched the woman in the head again to disorient her while she hauled Luxana finally to her feet. She turned Luxana around and put her into a reverse bear hug. Getting down low on Luxana to encase her lower belly in her strong arms, she squeezed the woman for a minute, listening to her breath come in gasps. Finally, when she thought she had what she wanted, she said so everybody could hear “Now, I end this, I end you, I hate you Slutsana, Now I hurt you forever!”
She pushed the weakly struggling woman over to the near side of the pen and flexed her body to rear Luxana up as far as she could.
It was high enough.
Tatyana drove the brunette down onto the top cross beam, the wood hitting Luxana squarely in the seam of her shorts.
The crowd gasped at the brutality of the move, even in a no holds barred match to try to destroy another woman’s femininity that way was harsh. But that was the way this fight would be waged.
Luxana sat astride the wood for a moment, lost in indescribable agony. No sound emerged from her throat as she tried to give voice to her torment.
“Oh no, please, no, no, not that, my poor pussy, my poor pussy please let it not be destroyed.”
Tatyana smiled and slapped her in the face with her left hand, a ringing smack that helped Luxana fall back inside the pen to the ground, where she held herself and lay in the dirt.
“Oh Roger, I fear we may have to adopt…if I live through this. I must go.”
And she disassociated herself from her body.
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Tatyana knew she had won.
And she knew she had destroyed her hated enemy the best way she knew, as a fighter and as a woman.
Now she would fuck and suck the traitor bitch’s man in front of her enemy once she humiliated her some more.
She stood up and shook her blonde braid in the breeze.
“I must look so beautiful right now, truly a blonde Amazon I am. I cannot believe I ever lost to this brunette cow.”
She picked Luxana up and draped her belly over the crossbar that had done the work for her, leaving the brunettes luscious denim covered ass sticking out inside the pen.
“I, Tatyana, win again, look everybody; this is the bitch who would leave us all to be a slut for money!”
She laughed and pulled at Luxana’s shorts until the Daisy Duke’s came free of her body. Luxana barely moved to offer resistance.
Tatyana dropped the shorts in the dirt and stepped on them theatrically.
She sent a kick into Luxana’s backside and said “See everybody, I have kicked her ass! I am better woman, and now you all know it!”
She turned to her battered opponent to inflict more torture.

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Roger gulped.
He knew he had to have faith in his love, but this was almost as painful for him to watch as it was for Luxana to experience.
He looked around him. He knew Marko had to be feeling more or less the same way. The big man was almost blinking back tears.
“Have faith brother.” He said and put a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“You have…seen this?”
“Marko, I don’t even know where to start.” Roger almost whispered. “But have faith.”
Marko nodded.
Sasha had buried her head into Svetlana’s ample chest. The little blonde was almost shaking with distress and Svetlana had a look of grim determination on her pretty face.
Roger looked around and marked the people who were wildly cheering the destruction of his fiancé. There were many, nearly as many as there were people who were obviously wringing their hands or yelling for Luxana to come back.
“Bunch of fucking jackals. That’s the woman I love.”
And then he remembered.
The hotel room in Vegas. The blonde and the brunette. His raging hardon as Monique mounted him after beating Luxana nearly to death.
He did a mental double take and was appalled at himself.
“Was that really me? Was I really so heartless? Did Janice fuck me up that bad? I needed to see women beat each other bloody?” He sighed inwardly. “I know I always did love female fighting, and I still do I guess, but in real life, when it’s the love of my life…and what I made them do to each other…”
“I was a monster. The worst kind of rich asshole. Luxy and I have made our peace with that night, because it turned out she was the great love of my life, but I’m sorry Monique, wherever you are.”
He looked back into the pen and saw Tatyana grab his love’s black panties and pull them up in a violent wedgie. Payback for Luxana’s frontal violation earlier, he was sure.
Then she tore the satin underwear off with a *RIIIP* and threw it on the ground next to her jeans. She spit on the garment and turned to Luxana, who wasn’t offering much resistance.
“QUIT NOW. ADMIT I AM BEST!”
Roger couldn’t hear anything, but he saw Luxana’s lips move. He knew she would never submit, and it frightened him.
Whatever she said, it must have pissed the blonde off, because she attacked and started punching and mauling into Luxana’s ass and already pained pussy.
“THEN I KILL YOU SLUT!”
Luxana finally found her voice and screamed in pain.
Roger winced inside.
“Oh baby, please…no.”

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“It is so odd to watch oneself be destroyed.”
Luxana’s consciousness had risen above herself again. She watched impartially as Tatyana ravaged her body.
“I cannot keep doing this…this disembodiment. It is not good for me. One time, I will not come back. Why do I suffer so? Why can I not just give up? I do not want to be warrior. I just wish to be Luxana. I said the last time; I would never do this again.”
But she knew why she did what she did; she couldn’t fool herself just because she was being battered physically. And this special talent she had for taking punishment was what made her herself. She could no more deny her fighting spirit any more than she could deny her blue eyes or shapely breasts.
“Oh God, Momma, anybody, are you there for me this time?”
But nobody answered.
She was on her own.
She heard Tatyana asking her to submit.
She heard herself mutter “Never. I will fucking you up.”
Then she felt herself pulled back into herself. She had been gone long enough.
She came back to savage agony in her ass and a fresh pain in her poor pussy as the blonde’s claws did their damage.
She screamed with the pain and kicked her sock clad feet into the mud.
“My feet…? “
And a light went off in her head.
Luxana kicked back with her left foot as hard as she could.
Tatyana was not prepared for any sort of offense from her enemy.
When Luxana’s heel caught her directly on the clit and drove the sensitive flesh back into her pubic bone the blonde stopped her torment and a small whistling sound came from her mouth.
It was music to Luxana’s ears.
She seesawed herself backwards on the wooden beam and clasped her hands together, twisting her body to the left, putting everything she had into driving her elbow around.
It caught Tatyana on the temple and the blonde went sprawling to the ground on her side.
Luxana was going on pure instinct, but she was a born warrior, and instinct was enough.
She kicked the blonde in the belly as hard as she could, and then again. She felt Tatyana crumple as the air left her in a whoosh.
She grabbed the woman by her nipple with her left hand and pulled it upwards as hard as she could. Luxana hauled the woman upwards into a hard right cross that knocked Tatyana back to the ground.
She pressed her advantage with a kick between Tatyanas legs as she lay on her stomach, the blonde howled in pain and tried to crawl away, but Luxana grabbed her by her long braid and pulled her back and then to her knees.
From behind, Luxana drove her knee into Tatyana’s spine, still holding her braid like a leash (and too aroused with bloodlust to be aware of the irony) so her enemy didn’t fall, and then she drove her knee again into the top of the blondes back, right at the nape of the neck. Tatayana’s body stiffened and she gave a cry *AIIIIGH* as she lost all muscle control for a moment.
“Maybe paralyzed. I would not mind.” Luxana thought.
Dropping to a knee, Luxana hauled back on her hair and slammed Tatyana’s back across her leg in a classic backbreaker hold. Pressing down on her chin and lower belly she bent the blondes spine as Tatyana squealed, gurgled and slapped ineffectively at the hand under her chin.
Taking the punishment to the next level, Luxana reached down and sent two fingers into Tatyana’s pussy and started scratching her inside while pinching and twisting her clit with her thumb and forefinger. The blonde started going berserk with pain and humiliation.
“You like hurting another woman in the pussy, do you bitch? I can do that too. No, do not quit, I wish to hurt you more. I hate you, hate you forever. You have this coming for a long time you shit.”
All Tatyana could do was cry incoherently anyway. Tears had started to run down her cheeks, or upwards, as her head was bent so far it was almost touching the ground.
Luxana smiled and removed her fingers from the blonde’s vagina and rubbed them on Tatyana’s tits. Then she screamed like an animal and pounded the blonde in the stomach over and over, six, seven, ten times her hand went into the woman’s tender exposed flesh.
Looking to punish Tatyana some more, (Luxana knew full well it was going to take a LOT to drag a submission from her) the brunette warrior threw Tatyana to the ground on her stomach, and rolled her over to her back. She grabbed the blonde by the tits with both hands and worked her nails into the titflesh. She grunted with the exertion as she tried to tear the blonde’s tits from her gorgeous body, ravaging them as she drew blood from the slashes across both nipples.
“So, you like to use the wood, eh?” She asked Tatyana as the blonde moaned in pain, trying to dislodge the brunette’s hands. Luxana changed up her attack and stood up, picking her rival up by her shoulders. Putting one hand between Tatyana’s legs and the other wrapped around the back of her neck, she walked her over quickly to the edge of the pen and slammed her face to the wood, battering her senseless again.
Luxana tucked Tatyana’s upper body in between the top two crossbars and reached over the top. Grabbing Tatyana by the braid again, she pulled the blonde more or less upright, but put the top crossbeam right into the blondes back. Then, with Tatyana wrapped between the two pieces of wood, she reached out and placed the struggling blonde into a full nelson.
Luxana shook her prey like a tree in a hurricane and then bent as far back as she could, twisting Tatyana’s already damaged back into a shape no human was supposed to contort.
Tatyana’s bleeding boobs were pointing towards the now grey sky and she emitted a high pitched scream of total agony.
“SUBMIT TATYANA! GIVE UP BLONDE BITCH!”
“No…noooooo…NOOOOOOOO…OOOOOOOHHHH PLEASE NO!”
“YES!”
“OH OH IT HUUUUUURTS!”
“YES, IT DOES, SUBMIT!”
Tatyana let loose a scream that turned into a sob and her wails of agony could probably be heard in Kiev.
But wood, especially old wood, can only take so much, and the weight of a strong young woman was too much for the aged material. The top beam split with a *KR-ACK* and Tatyana tumbled backwards, freed.
Luxana was not ready for this and fell backwards with the blonde. She landed awkwardly and she felt a stabbing pain in her right wrist.
“NO! NO! PLEASE GOD NO, NO MORE BREAKINGS IN FIGHT! THIS IS SO OLD!”
But her wrist was not broken; it was indeed slightly sprained though as she could flex it, but it was painful.
She saw Tatyana lying there in a patch of grass, barely moving.
“I am so tired. Let me be ending this now.”
She crawled over to the blonde on her hands and knees and rolled her over to her back.
Sitting behind Tatyana, she placed the blondes head in between her legs, facing forward. Luxana wrapped her left leg around the woman’s throat and locked it behind her right knee in a figure four head scissors. She leaned back and poured on the pressure, screaming her exertion to the sky.

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Tatyana could feel the world fading to black.
She could do nothing besides slap her hands weakly against Luxana’s thighs, trying to get a taloned hand to inflict a painful shot to the brunette’s pussy, face, tits, anywhere.
“No, I cannot lose to this traitor slut. I am the better in every way.”
She could feel Luxana’s smug smile and she was filled with such white hot hate for the bitch that her mind overrode all the pain she was in. This fucking slut, who had everything Tatyana had dreamed of and who rubbed it in her face and the face of everybody else in town.
That slut.
Tatyana knew she had one chance to escape.
“She was in the oldest profession. Maybe the whore will fall for the oldest trick.”
She let herself go limp, closed her eyes, and let her body shake as one who had nothing left.
She felt Luxana’s legs squeeze tighter and tighter for a minute.
“Hold on Tatyana, just hold on.”
Then, her hated rival lessened her hold for just a moment.
With viper swiftness, Tatyana spun so her face was facing Luxana’s pussy.
She bit down.
And was rewarded when the brunette screeched in pain.
The blonde moved her body so the brunette couldn’t lock her legs again and shook her head.
“THE STUPID BITCH! SHE FELL FOR TRICK! IDIOT!”
As Luxana’s legs opened, Tatyana let go with her mouth and sprung forward with her hands, she dove across Luxana’s body and was rewarded when the top of her head crashed into Luxana’s jaw.
As the brunette lay on the ground senseless, Tatyana bit the woman’s breasts repeatedly, loving the feel in her mouth and knowing it pained the bitch. Then she mounted Luxana and pinned her in a muddy part of the pen.
“Now, now I finish you slut. Oh yes, now I win.”
She looked over her shoulder at the sluts pimp and smiled. The tall blonde man looked horrified.
“I will be fucking you soon American. I will show you what REAL Ukraine woman can do and you will forget all about this whore. Give me money instead.”
She snickered and turned back to Luxana, who was coming back around and had started to writhe underneath her, Luxana’s sock clad feet dug channels in the muddy ground.
Wasting no time, Tatyana reached back and karate chopped Luxana in her maimed pussy, then swung her arm over and punched her in the face.
And so it went, alternating blows to the lower belly and crotch with punches and slaps to the face. Luxana had blood running from her mouth covering her chin and her nose was smashed badly, maybe broken, certainly bloody.
After several minutes of pounding, Luxana’s struggles grew weaker and weaker. Tatyana could tell by the way her eyes unfocused that she was not faking it.
She rose from her enemy and picked her up by the hair. Luxana could barely keep her feet.
Facing the slut, she put the woman in a bear hug and with all her strength; she lifted Luxana off the ground. While she had her there, she once again bit Luxana’s tits. She tasted blood, loving it.
With as much force as she could muster, she shoved the brunette back into the corner of the pen, smashing her back to the wooden corner post. Luxana gasped in pain.
Tatyana kept Luxana against the post and looked out into the crowd. She could see her friends screaming for her and pumping their fists, she relished that these people could see her victory. Seeing Akalena and Oksana, she beckoned them over.
“Hold this cunt.”
The black haired woman and the short haired blonde obediently rushed forward and each of them grabbed one of Luxana’s arms.
“HEY, UNFAIR! UNFAIR” came from one of Luxana’s friends in the crowd.
Tatyana didn’t care. All was fair in war.
With her friends holding Luxana upright, Tatyana went berserk on the woman, kicking her in the crotch and stomach, punching every area of her body. Luxana sagged in their grip.
Tatyana pulled back on Luxana’s hair, forcing the beaten brunette to look her in the face.
“I have you, do you admit I have won slut?”
Luxana spat blood at her.
“You...cannot beat…me. You…need help, you are…no…warrior, bitch.” Luxana managed to say with utter contempt.
Tatyana screamed in rage and slapped the brunette as hard as she could, spraying blood all over Akalena’s face, then she punched Luxana as hard as she could in the belly.
She stepped back to pound Luxana unconscious with her fists.
And was shocked as Svetlana crashed into Oksana, knocking her into Akalena.
Luxana fell to the ground, her back against the corner post.
Tatyana looked with a smile on her face as Svetlana struggled with the two women outside the pen. The dark haired beauty was giving a good fight, and had beaten Oksana back with a hard punch to the face, but she was outnumbered, and Akalena landed a double axe handle to the back of her head, dropping the brunette to the ground.
Oksana laughed and said “Now you join your slut traitor friend as loser!” and she kicked Svetlana in the face as she was on her knees, knocking her on her back.
She picked Svetlana up by her hair and turned her to Akalena.
Tatyana looked at Luxana, who was leaning on the rail on her left shoulder; tears running down her bloody face, her breath coming in gasps.
“Your friend is no better than you are, you stupid whore. HA!”
Akalena let loose with a HUGE right hand that caught Svetlana on the jaw. The brunette dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, completely knocked out.
Akalena put her foot on Svetlana’s face and rubbed her shoe on the unconscious woman.
And was knocked to the side by a blur of blonde hair.
Sasha, little Sunflower, had come to the aid of her friends. She had never fought another soul before, but she went after Akalena like a woman possessed. Oksana came to the aid of the black haired woman, but Sasha kicked out and caught the other blonde in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
Akalena came for the fiery blonde but Sasha in her anger lashed out again with her foot and caught the taller black haired woman in the pussy, then followed up with a uppercut that seemed to start from the ground itself, connecting directly on the jaw and almost sending Akalena in a complete flip before the woman landed on her side. Akalena did not move.
Sasha turned to Oksana, but the other blonde ran and hid behind one of the men who had been cheering Tatyana on.
Tatyana laughed as the little shit turned to her and yelled “FIGHT FAIR YOU CUNT! YOU KNOW YOU CANNOT BEAT HER!”
Tatyana gave her the finger and said “You want to go next you stupid little girl?”
Turning her attention to Luxana, who was coming back around more and more, she kicked her enemy in the tits and then the stomach. Luxana crumpled again.
Tatyana looked around, trying to think of a way to end this, then she saw her pants across the pen and an idea came to her. She dragged Luxana by her left arm, idly wondering why this seemed to cause her rival more pain than it should but not really caring. She propped Luxana against the fence in a seated position and said “Stay there whore.” She blew a kiss and winked at the sluts pimp and strutted over to her jeans.
Tatyana grabbed her pants and quickly took the belt from them. Walking quickly back over to Luxana, she whipped the brunette several times, loving the feel of the leather hitting her hated adversary’s muddied white skin and the red marks that appeared on her tits and belly. Then she used the belt to tie Luxana’s left wrist to the top cross beam.
With her beaten enemy tied to the beam and incapacitated, she began to systematically kick and punch the woman into oblivion.

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Luxana dove deeper than she ever had before.
She knew she was probably never coming back.
Her only hope was somebody would come in and stop the fight before she was beaten to death.
But she would still never submit.
Her heart broke for Svetlana, lying on the ground unconscious because of her, her heart broke for poor Roger, who had to see this, this that was all her fault. And for Sasha, her beautiful gentle friend who had come to her aid and shown herself as a worthy warrior in her own right, but wouldn’t stand a chance against Tatyana.
She felt the fists plowing into her body, felt a foot land in her aching poor pussy, then she felt no more.
She fell through an endless void.
Then she stopped.

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A voice.
“Well, Hi.”
“Am I in…heaven? Dead? God?”
“Open your eyes homegirl. Do I look like an old man with a white beard?”
She opened her eyes.
She was standing in what appeared to be a living room. There were comfortable looking couches and a leather recliner. A television was in a corner of the room. There were framed concert posters on the wall and a large bookcase dominated another wall. Sitting in the recliner was a man. There was a laptop computer on a table next to him.
The man leaned forward in the chair and laughed. She could tell he was short and had weight but wasn’t quite fat. He had light brown hair that was tied back into a ponytail away from an open face. Deep brown eyes peered out at her behind metal framed glasses. He wore a t-shirt with a logo she could not recognize and a pair of flannel pajama-like pants.
“Yeah, heaven. You’d think it would be more impressive right? I’m not God Luxana, nor is this heaven. In fact, it’s Maryland. Not even close. And if I was God, shit, I’d make myself a lot better lookin.”
“Who are you then and why am I here?”
The man blinked and was thoughtful for a moment.
“I suppose I may not be God in the religious sense, but I did create you Luxana. You’re here because, shit, I don’t know. I guess as you dove into yourself, you finally simply came out the other side. I’m honestly as shocked you’re here as you are.”
Her brow furrowed.
“Take a seat; you don’t look comfortable standing there. And I know you’re not comfortable with Tatyana beating the shit out of you. The couch is nice and comfy, and you need to recharge.”
She sat on one of the couches. “I knew I should not do that so much. But these fights I…you…”
“I know Luxana. I guess I’m as much responsible for that as anything. You and Roger can apologize to each other over whose fault these things are, but really, it’s my fault. You fight the way you fight because of me.”
“Why? Why do you do this to me?”
“Oh, Luxana. I’ve put you through hell, yeah, look I know. But I’ve also given you everything. You’re successful beyond your wildest dreams. And I’ve never let you down yet, have I?”
“But what is the cost? Am I crazy? Is that why I’m here?”
“Nope. You’re not crazy. Janice. That fuckin bitch was crazy. You’re entirely sane. Trust me. You’re a warrior Luxana, and a really damn good one. I know you would like to live in peace and love, but girl, there are times when I need you and your skills, and then…then I gotta call on ya.”
Luxana sighed. She still wasn’t sure she understood what was going on at all and she wasn’t sure she liked it even if she did understand. But she supposed from everything she had read or imagined that it wasn’t natural to know the mind of one’s creator.
“Wait...I still am so very confused. There is much I need to ask…”
“Another time babe, maybe we can talk in a dream sometime. Tatyana has stopped beating on you and I gotta send you back. Frankly, if I did keep you here much longer, my wife would show up, and I don’t think I’m quite ready to explain you to her. Just know I do love you. In fact you’re my greatest and most beloved creation. But enough of this existential bullshit, you gotta go do what you gotta do. You’re not going to remember any of this when I send you back, except this one thing. Tatyana is one mean and tough bitch, you know this. But Luxana, she isn’t much good at tying knots.”
And he winked at her.
The world went gray and she felt herself rising; gently, the memory of her encounter falling away from her except for the man’s cryptic last words.
“she isn’t much good at tying knots…”

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Roger watched as the blonde hammered Luxana over and over again while his love hung limply from the rail. She sent kicks into the brunette’s breasts, stomach and pussy; she punched her in the face, again in the stomach and scratched her all over her body till red marks were visible across Luxana’s forehead and torso.
Eventually, even her bloodlust was satiated for a time. She grabbed Luxana by the hair and lifted her head up, looked into her unfocused eyes and laughed.
“I hope you can hear me, whore pig. I hate you. I hate you to death and now you and all your friends know I am better woman. Now, I will show your man I am better woman. Then, I will hear you submit!”
She spat in Luxana’s face and slapped her.
She turned to Roger.
Roger looked at Marko. The big man looked back at him with horror in his eyes. Roger knew it was all both of them could do not to cry at this point.
“My love, his sister. Goddamnit. I can’t believe this.”
He looked around, some people were screaming, others laughing and pointing, some gape jawed in horror, some were indeed sobbing. Sasha was trying to lead the woozy Svetlana back over toward what was more or less Luxana’s side of the pen.
Marko found his voice. “Roger, we must stop this.”
Roger wanted so badly to just “throw in the towel”, but he remembered. He remembered Monique riding him while Luxana lie on the penthouse floor. He remembered Janice, the table, and the gun.
“No…Marko...” he sounded to himself like he was in a dream. “She said not to stop it, and your sister…she’s special, in a way neither you nor I can comprehend.”
The big man shook his head and looked at Roger.
Roger looked back into the pen. Tatyana had strutted over to him and was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. When she knew she had his attention, she put her hands behind her head and thrust out her hips, gyrating at him.
“I have beaten your slut, now I take you.”
Roger stared back at her with flat eyes.
“No. No you won’t.”
“Oh…but I will.” She responded and walked up to lean on the wood. She reached down and grabbed his crotch.
“Stop it Tatyana. It won’t work.”
“Why? Are you not a man? Do you not like women?”
“I just don’t like you.”
She slapped him. He didn’t even budge but his face stung. He could hear the laughter of the crowd who were rooting for Tatyana.
Then she reached for him again. But she did not get the response she wanted.
Growing obviously frustrated, she said “Then I will have you in my mouth. You will not be able to resist me.”
The blonde knelt in the dirt and unzipped Roger’s jeans. He didn’t resist, but rolled his eyes and looked down at her with distain.
She reached in his pants.
“THAT IS NOT YOUR COCK. IT IS MINE. GET THE FUCK OFF MY MAN YOU BITCH.”
Roger smiled.

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Luxana slammed back into a world of agony.
She could tell her body had been beaten to the last inch of its endurance, but there was nothing broken. The throbbing pain was beyond belief, but she felt strangely energized. The beating had stopped for now and she could hear a cacophony of noise from the crowd.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
She saw her hated enemy on her knees with her hand in Roger’s pants.
A white fire lit inside of her.
She screamed out at the bitch to get the fuck off her man.
Tatyana turned and smirked at her.
Roger smiled at her too, but for an entirely different reason Luxana knew only she would understand.
She smiled back.
““she isn’t much good at tying knots”…well, we’ll see about that.”
Luxana looked over her left shoulder (“Oh, my poor shoulder”) at the belt that held her to the fence. It had been knocked around as she had been devastated and indeed, it was true, the belt was just about to come unknotted.
She reached over with her right hand and started pawing at the belt.
Tatyana shrieked, stood up, and started running for her.
Luxana knew she was just about free, but held out at the last second as she saw the blonde just about to reach her. An old movie from her youth had just randomly popped into her head.
(SWEEP THE LEG!)
Tatyana was so concerned about her arms she wasn’t paying attention to the rest of her body. She was completely unprepared for Luxana’s right leg to lash out and the brunette’s shin to connect directly into the side of her knee.
The blonde staggered and began to go to one knee, Luxana lashed out again and her foot slammed into the side of Tatyana’s head. The woman went sprawling to the dirt.
Luxana took a second to free herself and, as the belt fell from the wood, she had a sense of the greatest relief, like a criminal spared from the noose at the last minute. She rolled free and came up in a crouch, taking a long moment to rub her aching left shoulder and clear out some more cobwebs.
She could hear the crowd going berserk. It seemed now that even those who had been previously rooting for her enemy had switched sides. She didn’t care; she knew who had been there for her all along.
“NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH, WE END THIS. END THIS FOREVER. COME, CHICKEN, FIGHT ME AS A WOMAN.”
Tatyana had made it to her knees again and glared back.
“I beat you already, you should have stayed beaten American slut. Now I will kill you.”
“Try me. Come coward, you can hurt me, but you cannot beat me.”
Tatyana made the first move and went for Luxana, the brunette moved out of the way with a swiftness the blonde never expected and she was left clawing at air. Luxana wrapped her left arm around the woman, grimacing at the hurt, and swiveled her body to get behind Tatyana. She wrapped her hands together and applied a reverse bearhug on Tatyana, using the woman’s forward momentum to ride her face first into the ground. She placed her head into the top of Tatyana’s neck so the thrashing woman’s head wouldn’t hurt her and she squeezed the blonde as hard as she could. Tatyana’s feet scrabbled on the ground; one of her ankle socks flew off and skittered away.
Luxana could fell Tatyana’s energy ebb, but she knew she had to beat this woman down, she scooted her own feet forward, rubbing the blondes tits over the dirt. Tatyana had begun a screaming moan but as Luxana worked her even harder it turned into a gasp and finally a weak choking sound.
Luxana released her left hand from the bear hug and grabbed Tatyana’s left hand, with her superior leverage, she was able to wrap the blondes arm into a hammerlock and she then moved her right hand to Tatyana’s right tit and she twisted the nipple savagely. The blonde whimpered; then cried.
“SUBMIT!”
“No…I am better than you, never submit American…OOOOOOHHHHHHH OHHHH OH FUCKING TO ME!”
Luxana had moved her right hand down to Tatyana’s pussy and she had gone to work on her clit while twisting the hammerlock even higher.
“QUIT TO ME OR I BREAK AND RUIN YOU BITCH!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUUUUUUUUCK YOU!”
A light appeared in Luxana’s eyes as the blonde thrashed in her grip.
“Ok you blonde cunt, goodnight.”
She released her hold on Tatyana’s pussy and reached up, Luxana had had the blonde’s thick braid smacking in her face and it had given her an idea.
She grabbed Tatyana’s long blonde braid and wrapped it around her neck, once, twice.
She wrapped the end around her hand and PULLED it tight with all her strength, constricting the blonde’s throat. She used her left hand to brace Tatyana’s neck, immobilizing the struggling blonde as she sat on her back.
Luxana could feel Tatyana going out for good. She could see even from her position the blonde’s face was turning an alarming shade of blue, but she remembered how Tatyana had played possum earlier and she was taking no chances. She pulled the braid even tighter.
Finally the blonde’s feet weren’t even scraping the ground, her hands were limp, and she was drooling into the dirt.
Luxana loosened her hold just a little. Tatyana sucked in air as best she could, but Luxana hadn’t given her much room.
“Now…SUBMIT!”
“No…AGHCK!”
Luxana had tightened the garrote. She tried again.
“SUBMIT BITCH!”
“no..no..y..yes…I quit to you, I submit.”
“SAY IT LOUDER FOR ALL TO HEAR! DO YOU SUBMIT TO ME?”
“yes…YES LUXANA, I SUBMIT PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME! YOU HAVE WON! I SUBMIT TO YOU!”
“Do you ALL hear that?” Luxana asked the crowd.
They roared in affirmative.
Luxana stood up from her beaten enemy and raised her right hand to the air in victory.
“This is for me, this is for my family, my friends, and to remind you bitch, I live in America, but I will always be Ukraine!”
She pulled the blonde by her braid with her left hand, and as Tatyana’s head came forward, Luxana swung her right fist as hard as she could. Head met fist with a resounding *CRACK* and blood flew from Tatyana’s busted mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she went completely limp.
Luxana looked down at her unconscious enemy and smiled. She wavered on her feet, exhaustion taking her and she let Tatyana go. The blonde fell to her back and didn’t move, her hair still wrapped around her neck. Even though she was unsteady, Luxana took a moment to rub her muddy sock clad foot into the blondes unresponding face.
Then she turned to find her friends.
Before Luxana could take two steps, she was met by Roger and her brother in short order. Her lover held her in his arms and Marko helped to clear a path as the pen suddenly was filled with a rush of the crowd.
“Oh baby, oh baby, I won! I beat her!”
“Never a doubt in my mind Luxy.” He said into her ear.
Roger scooped her up and carried her over to the side of the pen.
“Stop Roger. I wish to leave on my own two feet.”
He nodded and put her down and she climbed out of the pen over top of the wooden rail. Sasha helped bear her weight as she came over.
“Is ‘Lana Ok?” she asked her friend.
“She will be fine. Just a…how you say…bop on the button? Better than Tatyana and Akalena!” the little blond woman said with a laugh.
Roger helped her over to sit next to her friend in the grass as well wishers everywhere tried to slap her on the back or congratulate her.
“STOP” Marko bellowed. “Leave the woman be for now! She has just been through war! We can celebrate later!”
“Thank you Marko.” Then loud enough for everybody to hear “Tomorrow I will be well and I will be in tavern, all drinks on me! Today, please, let me be and be with my family and recover!”
The crowd grunted, disappointed but seeming to understand.
Luxana hugged Svetlana as her friend sat in the grass, still hurt.
“How…how can you fight like that?”
“It is…I guess, gift and curse of the creator ‘Lana. Thank you for being there for me. And you too my little warrior.” She said to Sasha, who blushed and pawed her foot at the ground.
Roger knelt next to her.
“And you, my lover, the man who never stopped believing in me.”
“And I never will Luxana. No matter what.”
Marko had gathered her clothes and took of his own shirt to replace her shredded one. Again, the only thing she was wearing at the end of her fight was her, now filthy, socks. He gave the clothes to her and smiled down at them, “I have never seen such a thing. Never.”
“Oh my brother, if you only knew. Now, how about we all go back to Momma’s house. I think I need some of her hot stew and I need to lie down for a bit.”
So they went to Alexandria’s house. As they left, Luxana noticed Oksana and a revived but bloody Akalena trying to help move the still unconscious Tatyana from the pen. Nobody was giving them much help.

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They all sat around Alexandria’s table. Many toasts had been passed, Pavla had appeared once her husband had gotten home to look after their children, she had shaken her head disapprovingly, and then even she looked at Luxana in a sort of awe as they all told the story.
Alexandria Romanova wasn’t shocked at all. “I knew always you were special in every way my mink. You have spirit of your father and the touch of God himself.”
Luxana did a double take on that only Roger really noticed.
“Well, it is late and I need rest. Let me make one last toast and then Roger and I will leave.”
They all raised their glasses, Lesia drinking juice.
“To my friends! To my family! To the man I love! To my Mother! And to my Motherland! I love you all.”
They knocked back the drink.
“Now, Luxana, about my grandchild…” Alexandria chimed in.
And they all laughed.

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Two weeks and half a world away a woman slowly climbed out of bed.
She rubbed the sleep from her bleary eyes and blinked at the clock.
2:00 PM. An early day.
She wasn’t even sure why she had gotten up. Maybe the dogs had started fighting and awoken her. The crazy little ankle biters could get anxious if they hadn’t been fed by a certain time.
She looked back in the bed at the sleeping form of her girlfriend. She felt bad. She and Tori had been arguing over money too often. They weren’t broke, but they were starting to feel time was ticking away on their dreams. Tori was, on top of being one of the top call girls in Vegas, a trained chef, and she wanted to open a restaurant that served great food with a theme that resonated with both them and what they imagined the clientele of Las Vegas would appreciate.
“It’s fine dining, sex, and Vegas! How can we miss!” she would argue.
But Monique was scared to sink every penny they had into it. It wasn’t like they had THAT much money.
She wasn’t getting any younger though. Pushing thirty now, and she could see the lines around her eyes. She was starting to be terrified she was just going to turn into an old whore.
Terrified to be broke and take a chance. Terrified to be a washed up whore.
She shuffled out to the kitchen and put on some coffee. While it brewed, she put some wet food down for her terriers, Frick and Frack, and refilled their bowl with some clean water.
Monique sighed. She wanted to go and climb into bed and hug Tori, tell the black haired girl she was sorry, and that they should really consider putting the mortgage on their small house to get the capital to take their one chance at something better in the world.
As her coffee finished up, she lit a Parliament and decided to go out and check the mail. It had been a couple days, but it wasn’t like the bills couldn’t wait.
Thankful that nobody in Lost Wages noticed a woman in a red nightie so short her ass hung out the backside walking out of her home to check the mail, she walked down the front walk and pulled a handful of mail from the box.
“Same old shit.” She sighed.
She went back inside and made a cup, sweet and creamy as always, and sat down with her cig to see what vultures were circling today.
Cable…Electric…junk, junk, junk, fucking scads of sale circulars…jun…wait.
A Priority Mail envelope tucked into the Best Buy ads and addressed to her? Okay…return address said “Weidenberg” and was in New York City.
She blinked.
“What the fuck…”
She unzipped the envelope. She had no idea why her hands were trembling.
“Hey, whazzup Mo?”
The blonde almost jumped out of her skin. Tori leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, wearing nothing but her red and white little panties.
“Just this weird mail baby, grab a cup of coffee.”
“What’s weird about it?”
“I don’t know. That’s what’s weird.”
Tori shrugged and went over to the coffeemaker.
Monique pulled out the single piece of paper. Good stock, she could feel the quality in her hands. She unfolded it and began to read:
“Monique,
I hope this finds you well and I apologize for invading your privacy to track down your home address.
I imagine you do remember me from our one meeting four years ago. I do not wish to bring up the painful memories of that night…”
Monique’s hands began to tremble more.
“I offer the best woman tonight one hundred thousand dollars. Cash.”
“I BET YOUR MOMS WAS THE SAME WAY WHEN SHE WAS FUCKING STALIN YOU COMMIE SPY SLUT!”
“PLEASE STOP, I QUIT, YOU WIN, IT’S ALL YOURS! YOU’RE BETTER, JUST PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!”
A night she had tried very hard to forget.
She read on though.
“…but over the years I have come to realize how very wrong I was to put the two of you through that, wrong to use money to abuse others, wrong to treat women like my personal playthings. I know I can never make up for what I took from you that night, even though unknown to you I have sent several clients from my company to you for your services over these last few years, but it was because of that night that I could fulfill many of my dreams, and both myself and Luxana…”
Monique’s face hardened, then to a question mark. The bitch had just been a whore like herself.
“…feel that it was the least we could do to help you maybe fulfill yours. Take the enclosed and use it to start a new life, get yourself out of the industry where I found you that night long ago. I apologize once again for putting you through that and I truly hope you can forgive both myself, and your other from that night, and live a life that is happy and free. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact my attorney, Mr. Sidney Weidenberg. ” and he gave a phone number.
She stubbed out her cigarette.
“What the flying fuck?”
“What’s up baby?” Tori slid up behind her.
Monique handed her the letter without even looking and peered in the envelope.
She pulled out the small slip of paper.
A personal check from Mr. Roger Conrad.
Made out for One Hundred Thousand Dollars.
She fainted dead away.