The Cruise Ship
by Sega (Asianised by Aussie Greg)

I am smart, dammit, I am so smart! - said Zhao Mingyong to himself while enjoying the sight of the couple having sex on the spying cam. He zoomed in. Hmm, she's good… She is strong, she is very strong, he thought as he watched the sturdy 45 year old from Hong Kong fuck back the big guy that pumped her with all his might.

Zhao Mingyong appraised the woman's legs: they were extremely well muscled and she also had good stamina since she was pumping back madly, in rhythm with the heavy man, letting guttural moans. In his opinion, the legs and the butts won a fight and Zhang Wei was endowed with hard legs and butts…

And she's also an opportunist, thought Zhao Mingyong. Strength and a good, hard layer of deep instinct, a layer not shaped by our nowadays civilization and rules - this makes a woman win a clash. The instinct of an animal of prey - that's what brings a woman the victory… I suppose that in less than two weeks, rejoiced Zhao Mingyong, Zhang Wei and Yang Lan will get at it… They will get at it fully, if I may put it so, since I nicely fuelled them both.

However, he was still not able to make any bets on which the winner will be. The Hong Kong resident Zhang Wei, the one who was fucking right now under his eyes, was strong but so was Yang Lan and she also fucked the daylights off her big companion…

Zhao Mingyong took a deep breath. Perhaps he should look again at one of the movies in which Yang Lan fucked in her own cabin… Perhaps he could compare them better now. Oh, fuck! No matter who wins - thanks God they will fight, he said to himself, but he still enjoyed evaluating the prospects about each woman…
Minutes later, Zhang Wei came loudly, shaking the man that impaled her deeply, in prolonged outbursts. Zhao Mingyong froze in front of the spying cam: the Hong Kong woman was bridging and, as always, she managed to raise the man from the bed. Gosh, she is so strong, he thought, but then he remembered Yang Lan, the 42 year old Singaporean. She had a different fucking pattern: she liked to ride her partner and she did it so powerfully that she always succeeded in taming the male beneath her. In the last two or three minutes of Yang Lan's wild intercourse, she was the one fucking while her man, Zhang Wei, could only lay on his back, receiving the female's powerful and rhythmical groin pounding.

Remembering this, Zhao Mingyong began to breathe faster. After a while, he swallowed his spittle. He gathered himself after a minute. He then wrote something on a piece of paper which he xeroxed in eight copies. Then, he gave a last look at the couple (they were catching their breath on the bed), he turned off the camera and he called for one of his employees.

"You have a list here," he said. "Give each of these clients this message, will you?"

"Of course, Zhao Mingyong," smiled the employee, taking the eight white envelopes. He bowed and he left the cabin.

Zhao Mingyong sipped from his glass of cognac. Zhang Wei and Yang Lan will fight, he said to himself, almost trembling in expectancy. I am smart, damn it, I am so smart! It took me five months of hard manipulation but I made them hate each other so much, for chrissakes! Will Zhang Wei crush Yang Lan's bones or will the Singaporean suffocate Zhang Wei? - he wondered, imagining the two females, moaning loudly, engaged in a mutual hug.
Who knows, who knows…?

In a way, it was a piece of cake, he thought. It was a piece of cake to make two women hate each other so much so as to plan and seek to kill each other, as the rumors already ran across the crew of the Casino Cruise ship GOLDEN PHOENIX as it sailed around the South China Sea allowing its Chinese high rollers and predominately Indonesian clientele the chance to gamble away from their homeland where it was banned. Yang Lan boasted that she would crush Zhang Wei's throat in her embrace, while the Hong Kong woman bragged that she would break the Singaporean's bones one by one…

Zhao Mingyong had done a fine job. On the other hand, he admitted to himself that he had been lucky. The vast majority of his crew came from poor countries. They were not well educated and how could they be, if they accepted to work 16 hours a day, 7 days a week, for months in a row, in exchange for a salary of only 200 bucks a week? All his employees were money thirsty and Zhao Mingyong moulded them easily, especially because he knew how to talk to them.

For instance, two hours ago, Zhang Wei and Yang Lan had a bad, a very bad argument on the second deck of the ship and some of the employees had to part them before some of the clients noticed what was going on. Zhao Mingyong was the chief of personnel of a luxury cruiser and his main task was to keep the ugly things away from his respected clients. He always succeeded in pleasing his clients, especially if some of them paid a lot to see big women like Zhang Wei and Yang Lan get at it.

Anyway, after the two chamber maids had their argument, Zhao Mingyong called them both in his office, on the upper deck. He had called Zhang Wei first, along with her fuck partner, Yan Sen.
Zhang Wei was still breathing heavily when Zhao Mingyong showed her the chair in front of his desk. I hope he won't cut off another ten percent out of my salary, she said to herself. Yan Sen patted her shoulder. She kept looking at the floor, sensing that Zhao Mingyong eyed her from head to toe and it's only then that she realized that her black skirt was fully ripped in the front, up to the waist band, revealing her extremely muscular thighs. She blushed and she tried to cover her legs but she couldn't: the skirt was constantly falling off her thighs.

"I think that I told you not to mess anymore with that woman," began Zhao Mingyong, almost whispering. He looks like grandpa, thought Zhang Wei as he went on: "I talked to you, Yan Sen, and you promised me that it won't happen again."

Yan Sen fidgeted on his chair.

"You are right, sir," he answered after awhile.

Zhao Mingyong grumbled something. Then, he lit a cigar. Of course it was a Cuban cigar; it was a present from Du Haiben, Yang Lan's fuck partner, but none of the crew knew this.

"You perhaps think that you can cope with that woman, Zhang Wei."

Zhang Wei blushed in fury this time.

"I can, sir. Believe me that I can beat that whore!"

Zhao Mingyong raised a hand.

"Allow me to know better, Zhang Wei! Yang Lan is a dangerous person."

"Sir," interjected Yan Sen, "Yang Lan has gone way too far… Well, I have talked to Zhang Wei about it and she says that she can take care of herself. If only you…"

Zhao Mingyong shook head. He did most serious efforts to cover his growing excitement: he enjoyed the presence of older women, especially when they were furious and h Zhang Wei was an angry woman… She was a 45 year old Hong Kong woman, from the poorer Kwun Tong district where 60% live in public housing. She was 5'4" tall and 125 lbs. Thick, muscular legs, a tight arse, broad shoulders, a strong back and full breasts - that was what Zhang Wei was about. Short haired, she had green eyes that always threw a metallic glare; this, added to her straight lips and rectangular chin made her look extremely determined.

Zhao Mingyong could only hope that Zhang Wei's rage will build up more and more, in order for her to go after Yang Lan, the younger Singaporean once and for all.

"Some people told me," he began, "that Yang Lan brags that she'd tear you to pieces, damn it!" He puffed heavily, as if he had great concerns about Zhang Wei's faith.

"Yang Lan told some of her friends that she'd tear you to pieces, Zhang Wei, and that she'd feed the sharks with your flesh… What the heck is going on between you two?"

Zhang Wei shrugged. She didn't remember how it had all started. She only knew that she hated that long haired bitch from the bottom of her heart… Yang Lan… The younger Singaporean bitch…

Of course that Zhang Wei has heard for herself of Yang Lan's constant bragging - in fact, they had four or five serious conflicts up to now but somebody had always parted them before Zhao Mingyong invited them to his office. Ten percent of the monthly wage - that was the average cost of a conflict with bloody Yang Lan, remembered the Hong Kong woman.

Fuck her! Zhang Wei was pissed off by that bloody Singaporean whore. Yang Lan was combative too, but Zhang Wei was not afraid of her. Besides, she hated her deeply. She would teach that bitch a good lesson, damn it! She would…

"I would break her bones, Zhao Mingyong, if you allow me!" she suddenly said, eyes throwing cold flares. "Just allow me to beat her and I tell you that you'll never hear from her anymore! I'll make her shit all over, in front of her friends before I'll crush her bones, Zhao Mingyong! I'll…"

She gulped: Zhao Mingyong had blushed and she thought that she made him angry.

"Forgive me, Zhao Mingyong!" she said then, when seeing him tremble. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Zhang Wei!" he raised his voice. "Yang Lan is bigger and mean. I don't want you or Yan Sen to come afterwards and tell me that I didn't warn you about her. On the other hand, my only responsibility is to be careful at our clients' wishes… You know what the policy of our company is and you know damned well that the Police never ask too many questions about a… crippled or dead foreign worker. But, dammit, I like you two, guys, and I don't want you to run into serious problems, Zhang Wei…"

The Hong Kong woman cleared her voice. Zhao Mingyong had always been kind to her. In a way, she had been lucky. When she had left her native Hong Kong one year ago, everybody had told her about the hell that was working aboard the Chinese owned luxury cruisers. You will be alone on that floating coffin, you will have to work too much, and your boss will take advantage of you, et caetera, et caetera.

She wasn't alone, she worked on a luxury cruiser and her boss didn't take any advantage off her. She looked at Yan Sen. He was a good man. He fucked her more often than her husband at home, although he worked very hard. She sometimes thought that she would get a divorce after disembarking the GOLDEN PHOENIX and that she would marry Yan Sen…

Nay… She couldn't… Her son was only 9 years old. Besides, her husband was not such a bad man - he perhaps drank too many Jingzhi Baigan with its 44% alcohol, but he was not at all a bad man. He and Zing were waiting for her to get back home with enough money that would enable them to have a better life in Hong Kong. She would go back to her public housing where she used to live and she would tell the other women how it had been aboard the GOLDEN PHOENIX. Perhaps she would also tell them how she had beaten that lousy Singaporean bitch.

"… but, most of all, I am afraid that this Yang Lan would do you, Zhang Wei!" she suddenly heard Zhao Mingyong say. "Believe me, I simply don't want you to get hurt." he said softly.

"I won't get hurt, sir," she answered. "I wanted only… I want to make sure that you won't get mad if I'll do that bitch!"

Zhao Mingyong looked at the two as if relieved. He took a deep drag on his cigar.

"Are you confident in her, Yan Sen?" he asked.

The man nodded. "OK… Suit yourself, then. I just wanted to make sure that you… won't run head first, into most serious problems, Zhang Wei!"

Yan Sen pursed his lips and he said: "I'm glad that you're not mad at us, sir."

One hour later in the same room.
"I don't think I can hold Zhang Wei anymore, Du Haiben! I tried to reason her, but she told me that your Yang Lan had started it all over again. Zhang Wei was mad, believe me and she said that she'll have her own way whatever it takes. I want to tell you that I cannot keep an eye on her 24 hours a day… I mean that I simply won't be able to take care of you all day long, Yang Lan."

Yang Lan felt Zhao Mingyong' soft eyes look upon her in sympathy. He was a good boss and what she wanted the least was to make him angry. But, hell! She couldn't stand anymore that bloody Hong Kong scumbag! Zhang Wei bragged that she would break her bones to anyone listening, fuck her! Zhang Wei had even boasted that she would make Yang Lan shit in front of Du Haiben and that was…

"Zhang Wei threatened you even here, in my own office!" added Zhao Mingyong in a concerned tone. "She was damned serious."

He kept looking at Yang Lan and, by the way she blushed, he knew that his words got home. He began to leaf through the papers on his desk but he saw her grin with the corner of his eyes.

I gotcha', bitch! - he said to himself.

"I am not afraid of Zhang Wei, Zhao Mingyong," suddenly said Yang Lan. "If our colleagues wouldn't have stopped us, I would have wiped the floor with her."

"Zhang Wei is a big… err… bitch," noticed Zhao Mingyong.

Yang Lan opened her eyes wide. She looked at the lithe, grey haired man in front of her. He had always been kind to her and to Du Haiben. He was always talking in a quiet tone.

She smiled.

"She's not much bigger than me, Zhao Mingyong."

Zhao Mingyong nodded, thoughtfully, weighting big Yang Lan. She was a 42 years long haired Singaporean from the public housing district of Ang Mo Kio in Singapore. She was 5'3" and she weighted 118 lbs. Her strong legs were enwrapped in hard muscles and her arse could barely be held in the black skirt of her maid uniform. Her tense tits were medium sized and she had strong arms, covered by thick veins. She had a big, straight nose and extremely voluptuous lips - her vivid eyes were almost black.

And, by the way she was taking fast breaths, Zhao Mingyong realized that Yang Lan was furious. She was damned furious and her thick lips were pale. Zhao Mingyong felt a slight quiver run along his spine. He suddenly found himself think that Yang Lan had a stronger arse than Zhang Wei. Could her butts bring her the victory in the no holds barred clashed that would soon ensue, he asked himself.

As always, he began to think at the woman's background. In his opinion, a soft life was far too improbable to bring the victory in a fight to the death but it was not the case with Yang Lan. Her life had been difficult. She had worked in a factory since she was a little kid. At 17 she married Ming and she gave him two kids, a boy and a girl. Then, Ming lost his job. For two long years, they lived only on the small money Yang Lan was paid at the Japanese owned factory. Then, the factory was closed as China boomed and the two began to search for jobs. Ming was hired as a street cleaner and she found to work aboard the GOLDEN PHOENIX, as a chambermaid.

She also found Du Haiben aboard the cruiser - a good stallion from Shanghai, who helped her live in that hellish schedule of 16 hours of work daily. Gosh, she said to herself when she realized that her cunt began to moisten only at the thought of Du Haiben.

"I want to say that I am not afraid of her…" she added.

"Beware, Yang Lan!" said Zhao Mingyong. "You know what I want to say, Du Haiben!"

Du Haiben nodded. He somehow suspected Zhao Mingyong of manipulating into fights the female employees aboard the GOLDEN PHOENIX, but this didn't bother him too much. The idea also turned him on, especially after witnessing such a fight a year before… In fact, he had already made bets with some friends of his that Yang Lan would win. How could she lose when it was her who did the fucking?

"I know the rules, Zhao Mingyong," he said. "Yang Lan knows them too. We will be discrete. If that Zhang Wei wants the clash, then she'll have it…"

Zhao Mingyong cleared his voice.

"I want to tell you… I want to tell you that my most serious concern is about… Yang Lan's health…"

Both Yang Lan and Du Haiben smiled in relief.

"That's the least thing you should worry about," said Du Haiben.

"All right… all right… Then, I didn't hear you say anything, Du Haiben. Just suit yourself but I don't know nothing about it, sorry to say it," added Zhao Mingyong.
Zhao Mingyong had all sorts of spies among the crew. Weirdly, they told him that Zhang Wei and Yang Lan constantly avoided each other after their last dispute and that, if they somehow met however, they simply didn't look at each other. Of course that they still bragged about what they'll do to each other but otherwise, their conflict seemed to cool down.

On the other hand, Zhao Mingyong wasn't the type to quit easily. Two days later he asked a cook about the ongoing conflict, saying that he's heard Yang Lan boast that Zhang Wei was scared to fight. Two more days had passed and he told a waiter (he lived in Yang Lan's neighboring cabin) to be careful because he had heard Zhang Wei that she intended to assault Yang Lan during her sleep.

Another week had passed and the GOLDEN PHOENIX got in Jakarta, Indonesia and Zhao Mingyong was more and more anxious to see the women get at it. And what if I somehow scared them? - he asked himself, during one night. Turned on by his thoughts, he turned on the spy cam in Yang Lan's cabin and, as usual, he saw her fucking Du Haiben. As always, she was above him and she was bucking like mad, her arse shaking and quaking in rhythm with her extremely fast pumping.

She's faster than Zhang Wei, but Zhang Wei is bigger, he said to himself. In rest, they are both two animals of prey… Two wild and strong animals of prey - strong legged, tight arsed, bodies forged by physical labor… Why don't they fight, damn it?

Yang Lan came, roaring deeply and shaking. She then fell above Du Haiben and Zhao Mingyong readily captured some pictures of her and he printed them. He made eight copies and he was ready to send them to his good, faithful clients when somebody knocked on the door.

It was one of his employees.

"I've heard that they will fight tonight, sir. They will meet in the engine room at 1 o'clock a.m.! Du Haiben, Yan Sen and the chief engineer made all the arrangements."

"Ah," Zhao Mingyong acquiesced. "I suppose there's nothing we can do about it…"

"Sooner or later, sir, they will do it whatever it takes," noticed the employee. "Hmm, sir, I would like to ask you something."

Zhao Mingyong raised an eyebrow.

"Go ahead."

"Who do you think that will win, sir?"

"I don't know… But I've heard that the crew already made bets."

"Well… Everybody agrees that Yang Lan has the stronger arse and that Zhang Wei has broader shoulders. Yang Lan is younger, but Zhang Wei is heavier."

"I don't make bets," suddenly said Zhao Mingyong and his employee bowed before leaving the cabin.

Zhao Mingyong shook his head in anxiety. Who will win? The younger Singaporean, or the bigger Hong Kong woman? The Hong Kong Public Housing house wife, or the Singaporean factory worker?

He found no answer and he poured himself a cognac. He then wrote something on a piece of paper which he Xeroxed in eight copies.
Zhang Wei could hardly catch up her breath and she saw Yang Lan in a blur. Swallowing her spittle, she looked at her Long haired foe. The younger Yang Lan was also breathing heavily. Besides, she was bleeding profusely from her nose and lips.

"Go, Zhang Wei, go! You did fine!" shouted Yan Sen but his voice was instantly covered by Du Haiben's: he and his friends began to shout at Yang Lan, encouraging her to finish up the Hong Kong woman.

"She's tired, Yang Lan! Go get her! Go get her!" kept shouting Du Haiben.

Then, all the onlookers began to shout like mad - besides Yan Sen and Du Haiben there were around twenty people couples watching the fight. However, Zhang Wei had the strange feeling that their clash was also witnessed by somebody else.
So what? - she thought.

She slipped her left breast back into her white bra. She then looked at Yang Lan who seemed to be unaware that one of her boobs was dangling freely, out of the red bra, its big, brown nipple proudly tasting the air.

The bitch! - rejoiced the big Hong Kong woman. I've shaken her, all right!

Shit! Yang Lan suddenly leaped forth, throwing wide punches to the face and big Zhang Wei answered back blow by blow. She still has fight in her, realized the Hong Kong woman and the two women began to exchange heavy punches, standing toe to toe. The onlookers started to encourage them but soon, each grabbed her foe's mane and they bent from their waists, concentrated on heavily punching each other.

"Fuck you, whore!" hissed Zhang Wei.

"Hong Kong scumbag!"

Zhang Wei managed to get Yang Lan with a series of fists in the hanging belly but the younger Singaporean began to powerfully pull the Hong Kong woman by her hair. The Hong Kong woman caught her foe by the wrist and she began to push Yang Lan backwards, but the Singaporean woman took advantage of it and powerfully dragged Zhang Wei forward.

"Ah."

For a brief moment, Zhang Wei lost her balance and she almost fell to her knees but she managed to push harder with all her might, driving Yang Lan to the nearest wall. The Singaporean's back thudded against it, but she retaliated with a hammer butt that got the big Hong Kong woman in the back of the head.

Shit! For a brief moment, Zhang Wei's sight blurred. She heard Du Haiben yell at Yang Lan to go on and another hammer butt exploded in the back of her head, stunning her.

"Hold on, Zhang Wei!" shouted Yan Sen but the muscles of the Hong Kong woman's legs let her out and she fell to her knees.

Fuck! - Zhang Wei realized that Yang Lan was about to deliver a knee ram to the face and, hastily, she leaped forth, enwrapping her legs. Another hammer butt exploded in the top of her head and she thought that she was done for: she saw green stars and the floor began to rock. However, she had the reflex to bite Yang Lan's left thigh for all she was worth. She heard her sharp scream. She heard Du Haiben encourage the Singaporean woman and another hammer butt exploded in the top of her head.

The blow shook Zhang Wei but it wasn't as hard as the previous blows. Still dazed, the Hong Kong woman bit her foe harder and, the next moment, Yang Lan powerfully yanked her by the mane, arching her neck and forcing her to look up.
For a brief moment, Zhang Wei saw the other woman's face, writhed in pain but soon, tears flooded her eyes and she was forced to scream in sheer pain as her foe began pulled her by the hair with all her might.

"Get up, Zhang Wei! Get up!" shouted Yan Sen.

"Knee her in the face, Yang Lan! Knee her!"

Scared, Zhang Wei let a wild scream and she tried to retreat on all fours but the Yang Lan launched a most powerful knee ram that crushed Zhang Wei's face. Again, the Hong Kong woman's sight blurred and she let a moan. She tried to get up but the Singaporean kept her down by the hair with one hand while she began to punch her at will with the other hand.

Zhang Wei fell to her haunches and, desperately she covered her head with both arms. However, the bloody Singaporean bitch once again rammed her knee in the Hong Kong woman's face, snapping her head and sending her on her back with outstretched arms.

"Kick her! Kick her in the face!" shouted Du Haiben.

Yan Sen grinned in anticipation seeing the Hong Kong woman completely exposed in front of her. Zhang Wei's breasts were dangling madly, a creek of blood was already flowing on her chin and neck, her belly was heaving while her muscular legs were slowly outstretching apart.

The Singaporean kicked Zhang Wei in the face, snapping her head. For some seconds, the Hong Kong woman knelt, her body shaking, as if almost throwing up, but then her arms let her out and she fell on her back, her breasts quaking and falling out of her bra. She gulped and she awkwardly brought her heels to her butts, trying to crawl away, but Yang Lan kicked her in the left thigh, making her moan and twist from side to side.

Yang Lan's friends began to shout but the Hong Kong woman gathered her strength and she crawled away from her foe. Yang Lin followed her and she kicked her in the right thigh but then, Zhang Wei brought her legs above her body and she began to desperately kick at Yang Lan's shins. The dominant Singaporean woman grabbed her foe by the ankles then and, parting them, she mounted the Hong Kong woman, choking her with the left hand and punching her with the other one.
"Fight, Zhang Wei, fight!" shouted Yan Sen and the Hong Kong woman began to throw backhands at her foe's face. Once, twice, thrice - her blows got home, shaking the 42 year old, crushing her nose and lips. She began to bleed and Zhang Wei readily took advantage of her foe's distress, wrapping her head in reverse.
"Bitch!" hissed Yang Lan.

They began to squirm on the oily floor, Zhang Wei securing the younger woman in a reverse neck lock and delivering blows with her right heel to Yang Lan's cunt, despite the latter blindly choking the Hong Kong woman for all she was worth. Soon, their bodies mashed and they began to grunt, enwrapping their legs in the attempt of getting a good grip on each other.

Zhang Wei felt her foe's fast breath in the back and, having her left arm free, she searched her way in Yang Lan's cunt. She felt her thick fur beneath the red panties and she grabbed her by the genital hair, making her shriek in dismay. The next moment, however, Yang Lan sunk her teeth in the Hong Kong woman's back, biting her for all she was worth.

Zhang Wei grimaced and she arched her trunk, trying to escape the bite but, in doing so, she released the Singaporean's cunt hair. Yang Lan took advantage of the Hong Kong woman's maneuver and she escaped the reverse neck lock, sneaking behind Zhang Wei. The latter hastily got to a sitting position but the younger faster woman readily secured an arm lock around her neck.

For a brief moment, big Zhang Wei felt the vice harden around her neck but then, a deep reflex made her head butt in reverse, catching her opponent off guard.
A splashing sound was heard and the Singaporean woman shook under the impact. Zhang Wei head butted again. She felt the crunch of Yang Lan's broken nose and, instantly, she heard her moan. Zhang Wei sensed that her foe's embrace weaken and she head butted for the third time, powerfully snapping the Singaporean's head backwards.

"Yeah, Zhang Wei! Go get her, once and for all, damn it!" shouted Yan Sen.

The Hong Kong woman got to her knees and she turned to face her foe but, and although dazed, Yang Lan readily leaped forth, embracing Zhang Wei's waist and forcing her on her back.

"I'll kill you," heard Zhang Wei Yang Lan's threat right in her ear.

However, she grabbed the other woman by the mane and she powerfully yanked her head up. Yang Lan began to punch in the face but Zhang Wei eye gouged, forcing the Singaporean woman to avert her face. Her breast, however, hung right above Zhang Wei's face and the Hong Kong woman instantly went for the bite.

"Ooooh…"

Screaming, Yang Lan retreated on all fours but she was still within Zhang Wei's kicking range, and she delivered a most powerful double kick that got Yang Lan full in the forehead.

"Aaaah…"

Yang Lan lay on her back. She shook her head, dazed, and Zhang Wei tried to leap over her but she realized that she was too exhausted. Fuck her, she said to herself and she awkwardly got up, trying to catch her breath before Yang Lan. However, the 42 year old got up too and, breathing heavily, she raised her arms in guard. Zhang Wei did the same. Soon, they began to circle each other cautiously.

"Punch her, Zhang Wei! The bitch can't stand your fists!"

"Fuck her up, Yang Lan! Embrace her and crush her bones! She won't resist, damn her!"

Yang Lan was the first to rush forth. She began to punch rapidly, overwhelming the Hong Kong woman and then, as she retreated, Yang Lan jumped, launching a most powerful straight to the face, snapping Zhang Wei's head back. The Hong Kong woman was sent backwards and Yang Lan followed her, obviously preparing to launch a kick to the groin.

The Hong Kong woman realized that Yang Lan's blow would end the fight but she suddenly found the way out: Zhang Wei simply twisted, bending her right knee inwards and blocking the kick.

A loud snap was heard as Yang Lan's shin collided to the Hong Kong woman's massive knee. Completely taken off guard by the block, she halted in her tracks.

"Yeah, Zhang Wei! Now, get her!" shouted Yan Sen. "Punch her! Punch her!"

A violent exchange of fists ensued but the pain in the shin made Yang Lan move slower than before. Du Haiben began to shout at her, urging the his woman to attack harder but Zhang Wei realized that her foe could hardly keep on with the assault, However Yang Lan screamed, giving all that she could and her fists found their mark more than once. She got the Hong Kong woman in the breasts, crushing them and forcing her to retreat.

Du Haiben began to shout at Yang Lan and so did her friends, encouraging her.
"Knock down the bitch! Knock her down! She can't make it!"

Yelling in rage, Zhang Wei hit back at her turn but soon, the Singaporean flooded her with fists to the face and breasts. Zhang Wei curled and she covered herself with her arms - her breathing became coarse. She kicked at Yang Lan but the younger woman seemed to be unstoppable.

"Fight, Zhang Wei! Fight! Get close to her!" shouted Yan Sen.

Belly and tits heaving, the Hong Kong woman looked at him. She realized that she was yelling at her but she didn't hear him at all.

Yang Lan saw her older foe's distress and she attacked fully: two straights to the face and an uppercut between the breasts that split the Hong Kong woman in two. Zhang Wei heard Yan Sen shout a loud NOOOO while Yang Lan's supporters began to shout their joy:

"She's yours, Yang Lan! Do her! Do the bitch!"

The Hong Kong woman tried to rush forth but the younger Singaporean grabbed her by the hair and, steadying her head, she launched a most powerful knee blow to the face.

Zhang Wei saw it coming, however, and she hastily covered herself with both arms. The blow shook her from head to toe, making her breasts dangle in all directions, but the Hong Kong woman resisted. She felt Yang Lan grab her by the mane and she saw her cock her right fist, ready to deliver a most powerful uppercut to the face.
No! - said Zhang Wei to herself and she quickly straightened herself, catching the Yang Lan unaware and launching a heavy jab to the face.

Yang Lan was shaken from head to toe and her blow lost her strength. She tried to hit again but the older woman rushed in, head first, getting her in the right breast and pushing her back. Yang Lan kicked, catching Zhang Wei in the belly, but the bigger Hong Kong woman delivered a wide slap, catching her opponent in the ear and sending her reeling.

Yang Lan gave a strange groan and her face contorted into a mask of fury. She kicked again, getting Zhang Wei in the belly and she quickly followed up with a sweeping low kick, which was countered with a most powerful slap to the ear, which shook the Singaporean.

"Fuck…"

Yang Lan began to shake back and forth, eyes rolling and breasts swaying from side to side. For two or three seconds, Yang Lan looked as if she was on the point of crumpling to the floor, still not willing to believe that she couldn't control her muscled legs. She waved back and forth like a puppet but she finally managed to remain on her feet. Her breasts coiled madly, her belly heaved in and out rapidly. She was bleeding heavily from the nose and she began to spit blood. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and she grinned in fury.

"I'll do you, ole' whore!" she threatened.

"Come here, bitch, come here!" hissed Zhang Wei in response.

The younger woman charged Zhang Wei, throwing fist after fist to the face, taking the Hong Kong woman off guard by this sudden surge of energy. Yang Lan kept punching and, in less than ten seconds, her arms encircled the older woman, as she attempted to launch a most powerful knee ram to the groin.

However, Zhang Wei twisted powerfully and managed to free herself from the embrace. The two women split and, a moment later they charged each other, letting furious yells. Zhang Wei felt Yang Lan's punch bury in her belly but she sensed her foe's nasal bones crunch loudly under her knuckles.

The mutual impact made the Hong Kong woman curl, almost unable to breathe in, but on the other side, her punch had forcefully twisted the Singaporean's head. Bent in two, Zhang Wei saw the younger woman part wide her feet, trying to maintain her erect position.

A moment later, however, the younger Singaporean fell to the floor like timber, face first. Zhang Wei could still not breathe but the younger woman remained on the floor, allowing the big Hong Kong woman to recover.

Fuck her! I have to regain my senses! - said Zhang Wei to herself as Yang Lan began to awkwardly raised herself. The Singaporean rested her left sole on the ground, trying to get up but then, her strength let her out and she folded from her waist, her face hitting the floor once again.

A thud was heard. For awhile, Yang Lan maintained a weird stance: her arse was pointing up, her knees were parted while she had her face sunk to the floor. Zhang Wei was still taking shallow breathes, unable to attack the younger bitch. Yang Lan shook her head. Eventually, she managed to rest her left sole on the floor and she awkwardly got up, but the Hong Kong woman still couldn't do anything.

Zhang Wei took a deep drag of air. Cautious and stunned, Yang Lan raised her hands in guard. She took a step towards Zhang Wei.

Help me, Holy Virgin! - prayed Zhang Wei and, letting a hiss of effort, she threw a tremendous jab to the face.

Her blow broke through Yang Lan's guard, got her in the jaw and snapped her head sideways. A moment later, the younger woman went straight to the floor, like a sack of potatoes. She remained on her belly, breasts crushed beneath her trunk, forehead resting on the floor, calves easily raised in the air.

The Hong Kong woman hastily mounted Yang Lan and she encircled her neck from above with the right arm, while placing her left hand on the other woman's back of the head. The Hong Kong woman locked then her arms and she began to strain, bending Yang Lan's head forth and suffocating her.

"You got her! She's yours!" shouted Yan Sen.

"Hold on, Yang Lan, hold on!"

Yang Lan began to squirm, but her foe was too heavy and exerting the most powerful pressure on her neck and throat. Quickly, the Hong Kong woman brought her feet forth, in front of her foe's shoulders, as if preparing for a camel clutch.

"Take care, Yang Lan! Take care!" yelled Du Haiben as Zhang Wei pulled up the younger woman's head in the terrible lock.

Groaning, Yang Lan jerked her legs but the Hong Kong woman began to violently toss her from side to side, pulling on her strangled neck. Suddenly, the Singaporean seemed to look straight at something on the floor in front of her, with wide open eyes and an open mouth, in an attitude of wonder.

"There she is, Zhang Wei! There she is!" shouted Yan Sen. "Do her! Do her! She can't do anything!"

The big Hong Kong woman increased the pressure of the neck lock and, seconds later, the younger woman screamed. She clutched at her opponents arms, straining as hard as she could but she felt the vice harden around her neck. Unconsciously, she raised her muscular calves in the air. Steadily, her head twisted in the Hong Kong woman's lock. Zhang Wei felt a slight crack in her foe's cervical spine and stout Yang Lan shuddered briefly.

"Yang Lan!" shouted Du Haiben.

Yang Lan's face was a mask of pain and her eyes were still clutched but Zhang Wei Tightened the lock twisting her foe's head even more. The Singaporean's proud nipples inflated briskly and soon, she felt her head twist more and more in Zhang Wei's embrace.

"No," she said.

Zhang Wei heard her. She felt her opponent desperately struggle, seeking to withstand the deadly grip. She heard a series of rhythmical slaps behind and she knee that sturdy Yang Lan was pounding the floor with the back of her feet. The younger woman let a loud moan and her powerful body went stiff. Zhang Wei saw her muscles bulge on the shoulders and she felt Yang Lan's back strain like mad.
She's strong, said Zhang Wei to herself and she hardened the neck lock. A crunch was heard in Yang Lan's vertebrae.

"No," said the Singaporean again as Zhang Wei's tiredness caused her to release the neck lock, allowing Yang Lan to take a deep breath. However, the next moment, the Hong Kong woman grabbed her foe by the mane and she began to slam her face against the floor.

Stout Yang Lan went stiff but she understood that she could in no way oppose the older woman. Her already broken nose was mashed against the floor, with each face slam and blood began to sprawl around her face, spurting and flying into warm drops all over.

Oh my God, help me my God, help me! - she prayed.

She managed to breathe in deeply and, between to slams, she got to her knees. She gathered her strength and she began to violently shake her strong arse from side to side. Zhang Wei lost her balance and Yang Lan seemed to regain her strength. She almost dismounted Zhang Wei but the bigger Hong Kong woman embraced her neck from behind and crushed her.

"Aaaaaah…"

Yang Lan grabbed her foe by the forearm, trying to pry it away from her throat. Unfortunately, Yang Lan understood that the desperate struggle had wasted her of her last resources and soon, she felt big Zhang Wei gradually gain control. The younger woman began to breathe faster. She pried her knees, trying to leap forth but big Zhang Wei hardened the vice around her throat and she also cupped Yang Lan's right breast, crushing her nipple.

"Aaaaaah…"

The stout other woman was once again forced to fully curl beneath her foe. For some moments, the two strong females froze but soon, big Zhang Wei began to face slam the younger woman against the floor, again and again.

Suddenly, big Zhang Wei felt that the younger woman went limp beneath her and she slammed her head against the floor even harder, until she became a rag doll, arms flailing, belly and breasts shaking in violent afterwaves after each head slam. Yang Lan's knees began to slowly part and she kept letting a continuous moan. Briskly, her skin went chicken like and she went stiff for the last time.

"Yeaaaah! She parted her legs!" shouted Yan Sen, ecstatically, when seeing the younger woman rest her groin on the floor while her knees were fully pried.

"Look at her cunt! I can see Yang Lan's cunt!" shouted some of the guys, looking straight between the buttocks of the younger woman. Her thong had fully slid into her arse crack, revealing her labia and the bush covering her cunt.

"Do her, Zhang Wei! Do her!" yelled Yan Sen and Zhang Wei's friends began to rhythmically shout at their turn:

"Do her! Do her! Do her!"

Big Zhang Wei grabbed the younger woman by the mane and pulled her head up with all her might, exposing her bloody ravaged face to the audience. Yang Lan's strong arms began to slap the floor in spasms. Her belly froze. She gave a fart and, instantly, a gushing was heard as her bladder began to empty.

"No… No…" she pleaded, but the Hong Kong woman pulled her head up even more.

Yang Lan held her eyes shut, taking shallow breaths. Her jaw was hanging, letting out a stream of sticking spittle mixed with blood that glued down to her cleavage. Zhang Wei began to pull back Yang Lan's head in brief, wild bursts.

"No… Please… No…"

Big Zhang Wei pulled her head harder and harder, fully exposing the other woman's throat and the inflated veins on her neck until she began to gurgle unconsciously.

"Du Haiben…" mumbled the younger woman.

The man tried to interfere but Zhang Wei's friends began to yell at him:
"You were both bragging before the fight! Now, stay put!"

"Do her! Do her! Do her!" shouted Yan Sen then and the others followed him.

"Do her! Do her!"

Soon, the Singaporean started to quake and it' was then that Zhang Wei slammed her face against the floor for the last time, provoking a loud crunch. She pulled her head up once again, allowing everyone to see Yang Lan's hanging jaw. Her eyes were now wide open - they looked crossways and her parted muscular legs were springing in brief, violent spasms.

I'm stronger than the bitch, said big Zhang Wei to herself. I did her. Again, Zhang Wei slammed her foe's face into the ground and then, blood blasted off her ears, staining the floor. The Singaporean gave a long, deep fart and Zhang Wei felt the foul smell of her foe's feces.

Big Zhang Wei placed her knee in the back of Yang Lan's neck. She kept her face sunk in the floor with both hands and she leaned with all her weight beneath her knee, feeling the younger woman's vertebrae slowly dismantle. She saw Yang Lan shudder. She heard her fart again, endlessly, while Yan Sen and her friends began to cheer her.

"She shits like toothpaste! Empty her! Empty the bitch!"

A coarse crunch was then heard and Yang Lan's neck gave out. The Singaporean woman spread her arms and legs and her whole muscular body went stiff. Big Zhang Wei rocked her knee over Yang Lan's neck until fully mashing her cervical vertebrae. Then, the Singaporean threw up and it's only then that the big Hong Kong woman got up, leaving a body that jerked violently on the floor.

Soon, Yang Lan's heavy body seemed to sprawl for a couple of moments. She began to hit the floor with the back of her legs in furious, unconscious saccades, as life was slowly but steadily leaving her. The others approached her body, while all Du Haiben could do was to look in fascination at his woman's body, hoping that stronger Zhang Wei had not killed her. However, the younger woman was now only jerking her strong legs in brief spasms.

"You did her, Zhang Wei, thanks God!" said Yan Sen embracing the Hong Kong woman.

A minute went on. Yang Lan was still twitching when Zhang Wei felt a strange urge to look on the passage that surrounded the engine room, some thirty feet above her. She saw Zhao Mingyong there. He was surrounded by some well dressed couples. Some of them, she realized, were taking shots of Yang Lan's last movements.

That's some good ending, said Zhang Wei to herself and she grabbed Yang Lan by the ankles, dragging her towards the ladder leading to the lowest decks of the engine room.