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Mengran and Hans

Three and Three


Mengran and Hans
by magenta
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By the year 2799, humanity had made spectacular advances in all facets
of life. Life had become standardized throughout the world, and
everyone spoke English.

That all changed in the year 2800, when an Influenza epidemic wiped out
most of the world's population, and the Earth's population plummeted to
around 20,000 people. After two centuries, in the year 3000, there were
only two population centers left on earth.

First, there were around 100,000 people left in the most remote parts of
Northern Scandinavia closest to the North pole. The Influenza
epidemic had started out in China and moved Westward,
annihilating entire populations along its path. Due
to the extreme remoteness of Northern Scandinavia, 10,000 people
survived the epidemic. From the years 2800 to 3000, things changed
dramatically in this region. By the year 3000, the 100,000 people of
this region were nomadic horsemen. Given the scarcity of food and
resources in this region,
the only people that had survived over these 200 years were the ones
who were the most savage and ruthless. In addition, only the smallest
people and horses had survived during this time, as they needed
less food. In terms of appearance, the people in this region now
looked like small Vikings. On average they were around 5' 0' to 5' 2"
tall, and weighed between 100 to 110 pounds. They all had a very fair
complexion, with blue or green eyes, and blond or light brown hair.

The only other part of the Earth that was still populated was an
extremely remote and mountainous part of Northeast China. Given the
influenza epidemic had started West of this region and moved Westward,
and that this region was extremely remote to begin with, the people of
this area had also been spared annihilation. When the epidemic had
started in 2800, this area's population had been 10,000. Over the
next 200 years, the population had increased steadily, so that by the year 3000
this region had around 100,000 people. Generally speaking, this
region had always had an excellent and consistent supply of food.
Over the past 1000 years, the mountainous nature of the region
had selected for very tall and robust people. By the year 3000, the people
in this region were between 7' 0" and 7' 2" tall, and weighed
between 300 and 330 pounds. They were not fat, they were just big-boned.
In terms of appearance, the people here were completely Asian in
appearance. They had almond eyes, strait black hair, high cheekbones,
and yellowish skin.

Over the years, the nomads had developed
strict rules of conduct for survival. One of the rules was that it
was forbidden to travel Eastward towards the 'land of the rising sun',
given that was where the Influenza epidemic had come from. Another
rule was that their society was ruled by the 'leader'. The leader
always worked his way up through the ranks by bravery and skill in
battle. He demanded and received complete obedience.
The nomads also followed a very strict code of honor. When a nomad made
a promise, he always kept his word. In addition, collective survival
meant much more than survival of the individual.

The leader of the nomads in Northern Scandinavia was called Hans. He
was 28 years old. Every morning, as the sun rose over the horizon
from the East, he would look eastward and wonder about the mysterious
lands that lay ahead. Looking back at the past decade, Hans recalled
that it had gotten progressively colder. The past year had been the
coldest yet, as far as he could recall. The entire livelihood of the
nomads revolved around their horses. During the past decade, and
particularly the last year, as the supply of resources available to their horses
dropped, Hans realized that something had to be done, or they
would not survive for much longer. He called for a
meeting with the 'council of elders' and addressed them : "There are
no longer enough resources available for everyone's survival here. Our only
option is for a group of us to leave and go
towards the land of the rising sun. It is impossible for us to
venture in any other direction simply because we are either surrounded
by water, mountains that our horses can't climb, or terrain that is
not suitable for our horses. I realize that we will be breaking one
of our sacred laws, but those
laws were made for our survival." Hans said that the males between
the ages of 20 and 29 would be ones with the highest chances of
surviving an expedition towards the land of the rising sun.
After some debate, the council of elders voiced their
approval of Hans' proposal.

In July of the year 3000, all the male nomads who were between 20 and
29 years of age set out Eastwards on horseback towards the land of the
rising sun. There were roughly 7500 of them. They took their
supplies in carts. Among their supplies were, swords, maces, lances,
bows and arrows, armor, tents, food, and extra clothing. Given that
both the nomads and their horses were lightweight and had tremendous
stamina, they could travel remarkably long distances in a given day. At
the beginning of their journey, tensions were very high, as fear of
the unknown existed. By October, the nomads were much more at ease,
as almost all of them were still alive. During this period, they had
not encountered any deadly diseases, and they had not come across any
humans. By now, they were in the open plains of Central Asia, which
proved to be ideal for their horses, as their horses now had access to
more resources than before. During November and December, the nomads
pushed further and further eastwards into the heart of Asia without
encountering any people.

By the start of 3001, it had gotten very cold, but it was nothing
compared to how cold it had gotten back in Northern Scandinavia. It
proved to be the coldest winter of the past 100 years. During the
first three months of 3001, the nomads pushed further and further East
until they reached the remote region of Northeast China where people
also lived. During the first 3 months of 3001, the nomads lost 2500
people due to the very cold weather. However this was nothing
compared to the catastrophe back home. By the end of March, the
entire nomad population of Northern Scandinavia was wiped out due to
the extreme cold, with lead to the death of all the horses, followed
by the starvation of the nomads in Scandinavia. So by now, the only
populated place on Earth happened to be remote Northeast China,
with its 100,000 inhabitants, and the 5000 nomads that had just
arrived at their doorstep.

On April first of 3001, Hans and his followers came face to face with
other humans for the first time in nine months. It was also the first
time in 200 years that two different human populations had come into
contact. The people of this remote region were sedentary, and lived
in small communities. They had never experienced warfare, as they
were peace-loving, gentle and kind by nature. In short they were the
complete opposite of the nomads. In their initial encounter, both
sides were completely surprised. Neither group had seen another human
population in their lifetime. Furthermore, each group noted their
differences in appearance. As the two groups continued to study
each-other with curiosity and caution, Hans suddenly ordered the
nomads to turn around and follow him.

Once they were about a mile away, he ordered the nomads to stop and
addressed them : "My followers : after nine months of traveling
towards the land of the rising sun, we have finally encountered
another human population. As you are aware, this past winter was the
coldest in memory, and I am certain that our relatives back home have
all died due to starvation. Furthermore, the resources in this land
are much more plentiful. Thus there is no reason to turn back, or go
any further. At this point, we can establish a new settlement in this
region and start new lives. The women of this region will help us
achieve that objective. I hereby order you to invade this human
settlement. Anyone who does not look like a female between the ages
of 20 and 29 is to be killed. The males are of no use to us. With regards to the
females, the ones older than 30 are too old for bringing healthy
children into this world, and those younger than 20 will just be an
extra mouth to feed, and thus a burden."

Hans gave the order for the attack, and the nomads charged on
horseback. They used their bows and arrows, maces, swords and lances
to massacre their victims. To the residents of this remote region of
Northeast China, it must have seemed like armageddon. By the end of
the first day 5000 people had been killed or lay wounded. This
carnage continued for the next 20 days, until there were only about
5000 female left unharmed, and all looked more or less to be between
the ages of 20 and 29. Everyone else had either been killed, or lay
wounded. The streets of the town were filled with blood, and the
smell and stench of death filled the air. Next the wounded were
either crucified or impaled, and they suffered a slow and painful
death over the course of the next 10 days.

By May first, the only residents of the town that had been spared
were the 5000 females who appeared to be between the ages of 20 and
29. Hans ordered his men out of the town, and told the 5000 women
that they had the next 30 days to bury their dead. Given the sheer
number of bodies, the women only had enough time to bury everyone in
mass graves. On June first, Hans ordered his troops to round up the
5000 surviving women and bring them to the outskirts of their
settlements. He informed the women that from now on they were going
to be slaves. He also informed them that one of them was going to be
selected by a lottery to be sacrificed. The women were all gathered
in an open field. Hans informed the women that he was going to shoot
an arrow with a dull tip into the air towards the women. Whoever it
landed closest to would be sacrificed. Hans shot the arrow into the
air and it landed closest to a 24 year old. One of the nomads went
towards her, and ordered her to follow him, and she was taken to Hans.

Hans looked at his intended victim and asked her her name and age.
She replied that her name was Mengran, and that she was 24 years old.
Hans informed her that his name was Hans and that he was the leader of
the nomads. He also told her that she was going to be sacrificed on
July first, in an arena that his men were going to build during the
next 30 days. She had the option of fighting for her life or putting
up no resistance. He recommended the latter, as it would make her
death quicker and much more painless. Mengran replied that she would
like to fight for her life. Hans accepted her response, and informed
her that she could bring anything she wanted with her to the arena.
He also told her that she didn't have to worry about being killed
during the next month, as a nomad never went back on his word, and
that the others followed his orders to the letter unconditionally.
For some unknown reason, Mengran knew in her gut that she could trust
him.

Given that there were now roughly 5000 male nomads and 5000 women
left, each of the nomads picked one of the woman as his slave. Hans
decided that for the moment he did not need to pick a woman as a
slave, since as the leader of the tribe, he could have his pick of
anyone he wanted down the road. The nomads took the woman to their
tents that were pitched on the outskirts of the community. Mengran
was assigned her own tent and horse, and she was told that she could
go back to her home and bring back anything she wanted. She was also
told that she could also ask the nomads themselves for any weapons or
supplies. That afternoon, Mengran took the horse and went back to her
community that was now a ghost town. She gathered what she needed and
placed it in a large trunk, placed the trunk on the horse, and made
her may back to her assigned tent.

For the rest of the month of june, Mengran lived in her tent among the
nomads. Now she had a chance to observe the nomads and the remaining
members of her own community side by side. She noted that the male
nomads were all between 5' 0" and 5' 2" tall, and weighed between 100
to 110 pounds. She also saw that they were all very fair skinned, and
that they had blue or green eyes, and blond or light brown hair. She
noticed that they all also had long hair, and plenty of facial hair in
the forms of beards and mustaches. She also noted that their facial
features were very chiseled, and that savagery and ruthlessness was
also evident in their eyes. She compared their appearance to that of
the surviving women of her own community, who were all between 7' 0"
and 7' 2" inches tall, weighed between 300 to 320 pounds due to being
big-boned, and who also had almond eyes, long strait black hair, high
cheekbones, and yellowish skin. She also noted the soft facial
features of the surviving women of her own community, and the kindness
and gentleness that was evident in their eyes. In short, she noted
that the two groups were complete opposites in every sense of the
word.

During the course of the month she also studied the appearance of Hans
and compared it to her own. She had noted that Hans was around 5' 0"
inches tall, and weighed around 100 pounds. She had also noticed his
blue eyes, blonde hair and mustache. She also noted that his facial
features were amongst the most chiseled and masculine of his people,
and that he was probably one of the most ruthless and savage members
of his people, if not the most savage and ruthless one of all. With
regards to her own appearance, she obviously knew that she was 7' 2"
tall and weighed 330 pounds. She also knew that compared to the women
of her own community, her hair was very long coming down to her lower
back, and that her eyes were almond shaped but still on the larger
side, and that her cheekbones were also among the highest, and her
facial features among the softest and most feminine, and the look in
her eyes among the kindest and most gentle. She had always been very
confident of her looks and knew that she was among the best looking
women of her community. She also knew that her figure was voluptuous,
like that of the rest of the women of her community, with her large
breasts, wide hips, round buttocks and thick legs. She had also
learned that Hans was 28, being very close to her own age of 24.

Beginning in early June, the nomads started construction on the arena
where Mengran would be fighting Hans for her life. As the days went
by, the structure slowly started to take form. By the time it was
completed, it had enough seating for 10,000 spectators. The area
where the fight would take place was in the form of a square that was
70 feet long on each side. This area was to be surrounded by a 20
foot high chain-linked fence, to prevent anyone's escape. The arena
was to also have a wooden floor. At night, when the sun would set,
the area would be illuminated by torches of fire. During the month of
June, Mengran tried to prepare as best as she could for her encounter
with Hans. She tried to eat as best as she could, and she got all the
supplies that she needed from her home and the nomads. In the week
prior her fight, a strange sense of calm came over her. She had
reasoned that she had prepared as best as she had could, and now it
was all up to fate. The only thing that slightly bothered her was
that in the two days prior to the fight, she couldn't urinate or have
a bowel movement, as her excitement level rose.

The night prior to the fight, Mengran placed all the supplies that she
had gathered in the trunk. She had a good night's sleep, and when the
sun finally rose over the horizon, she got up , got dressed, and
awaited the inevitable. She had decided to wear a white cotton long
sleeve shirt, long white cotton pants, and white cotton underwear.
Finally one of Hans' men came and asked Mengran to follow him to the
arena. Another one of Hans' men took Mengran's trunk and followed
them. When they approached the arena, the seats had already been
filled with the nomads and the women from Mengran's community. Each
woman had been seated next to the nomad that had picked her as his
slave. Mengran followed the nomad into the arena, with the other
nomad carrying her trunk in tow. Mengran was instructed to wait in
the Eastern corner of the arena. The other nomad placed Mengran's
trunk next to her, and the two nomads exited the arena.
Next Hans came towards the arena on his horse, followed by a nomad who
was carrying his weapons in a trunk. Amongst his weapons were his bow
and arrow,
mace, sword, and lance. Hans was dressed in light-blue silk clothing that
covered his body. On top of that, we was wearing his light
chain-linked armor. As Hans dismounted his horse and entered the
arena, there was a roar from the nomads in the crowd. Hans occupied
the Western corner of the arena. The nomad that had been carrying his
trunk placed it next to him on the ground and exited the arena.
The door to the arena was locked shut. A trumpet sounded, signalling
the beginning of the fight.

Hans made eye contact with Mengran, and walked to the center of the
arena unarmed. Mengran did the same, and once she was there, Hans
extended out his arm for a handshake. Mengran extended out her arm
and shook Hans' hand. Hans noticed that Mengran wasn't as nervous as
he thought she should have been, but he didn't give it much thought.
Having lived among the nomads for 30 days and observed them, she had
gotten the feeling that they were not as deadly once they were off
their horses, and in an enclosed space in a one on one combat
situation. That had helped her come up with a collective game plan for
her battle, and to pick out he contents of her trunk accordingly. She
had had a month to think things through.

When Mengran had walked into the arena, she had
noticed that in the Northern corner of the fighting area, two 10 foot
high wooden poles had been planted into the ground 20 feet from
each other, and that two long pieces of rope hanged from the top of the
poles. She asked Hans what their purpose was, and Hans replied that
given that she was going to be a sacrifice, after she had been killed,
her body was to be cut in half and hung from the ropes so that the
vultures could feed on her carcass. Mengran had also noticed a full
length mirror in the Southern corner of the arena, and she also asked
about its purpose. Hans replied that it was for him to enjoy seeing
his own reflection holding her severed head after she had been
defeated and killed. Hans told Mengran that he would try and kill her
as swiftly as possible, to minimize her suffering.

Having answered Mengran's questions and shaken her hand, Hans informed
her that it was time to start fighting and they went to their
respective corners. Hans decided to start the battle with his sword.
It was medium and light-weight and razor sharp. Hans started to go
through a warm-up routine with it. Mengran had meanwhile reached
into the chest and produced two large sheilds, holding one tightly in
each of her hands. After around five minutes Hans confidently
approached Mengran.

Hans attacked swiftly and with determination, aiming for her neck and
swinging his sword around in a 360 degree circle, determined to
decapitate her instantly. However, given that mengran was 26 inches
taller than hans, she had a considerable reach advantage, and she
easily blocked him with her right shield. Hans backed up, and charged
at her once again, this time bringing his sword around in the opposite
direction. Mengran successfully blocked him again this time with her
left shield. This cycle repeated itself another four times, until
Hans decided it was time for another strategy. After resting for
about five minutes, Hans approached mengran once again with his sword,
this time aiming and thrusting the sword directly at her abdomen
with the goal of disemboweling her. But once again, mengran's reach
advantage proved decisive and she blocked his thrust with one of her
shields. Hans backed up and charged once again, but mengran
successfully blocked him once more. Hans spent the next 10 minutes
attacking savagely and mercilessly, trying to either decapitate or
disembowel her, but it all proved to be futile. Finally, Hans decided
that he needed another strategy. He returned to his corner, put down
his sword, and started to contemplate his next move.

After about five minutes, Hans picked up his mace and attacked. Once
again, Hans attacked swiftly and with determination. Swiftness had
always been one of his advantages in battle. Hans had reasoned
Mengran had survived their last encounter because of the shields, so
the shields had to be destroyed. Hans obviously knew that a mace
would deliver a stronger impact than a sword. This time his strategy
was simple. He would hit the sheilds until they were destroyed, or
until mengran dropped them from the force of the impact. Hans spent
the next 10 minutes relentlessly attacking. The sheilds were however
made of very thick wood, and the impact from Hans' blows simply wasn't
strong enough. Hans' predominant strong point in battle had always
been speed, and not brute strength. Also, Mengran never dropped
either of the shields as hans had hoped that she might. After another
five minutes with no results, realizing the futility of his
strategy, Hans went back to his corner, dropped his mace to
contemplate his next move.

By now, Hans had been completely surprised at the level of Mengran's
first display of strength, with her carrying two of their largest
shields. He himself had always carried one
shield, which was of medium size, and he had found it somewhat heavy.
And here was mengran carrying two of their largest shields, without the
slightest show of fatigue or exhaustion. But he brushed it off,
believing in the concept of male superiority.

Given the level of determination and speed with which Hans had
attacked mengran with, he was now beginning to experience fatigue in
his right arm. His remaining two weapons were now a lance and a bow
and arrow. He spent the next 10 minutes messaging his right arm, and
then approached Mengran with the bow and arrow. He started shooting
the arrows at Mengran. Mengran however, had picked two shields that
were 30 inches in diameter each. When placed side by side they
literally formed a 5 foot wall of defense.
Hans fired a volley of arrows at mengran, but with the surface area
provided by her two large shields, Mengran blocked all the arrows
successfully. After resting, with his only remaining weapon being a
lance, Hans picked up that weapon and approached her. Once again,
Mengran's height and reach advantage, and the surface area of her
shields saved her life. Mengran successfully blocked each of Hans'
thrusts with the lance. Finally, Hans threw the lance towards Mengran
with all his strength as a last effort. The lance hit the shield as
expected, and this time stayed stuck in the shield. Out of weapons,
and more importantly frustrated, Hans returned to his own corner to
contemplate his next move.

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Mengran and Hans CONT'D

This gave Mengran a chance to stretch and message her arms, as they
had cramped up a little, given that the shields had been very heavy
and they had also received all the impacts from hans. As far as
Mengran was concerned the most dangerous part of their confrontation
was now over. She knew that Hans was now out of weapons, and he
hadn't brought anything else with him. She had had a feeling that
Hans' ideal battle would happen on horseback in an open field, and she
had also sensed that he was used to lightning quick fights.

At this point mengran decided to change her clothes. Mengran took off
her white cotton long sleeve shirt, her long white cotton pants, and
her white cotton underwear. She also took off her socks and shoes,
until she was completely nude. She reached into her trunk and pulled
out a one-piece see-through silk lace article of clothing that would
cover her entire body. It had a very fine zipper in
the front, two heart shaped pieces of pink silk fabric
that would cover just her nipples, and a heart shaped piece of pink
silk fabric to cover her pubic region. Mengran opened the zipper, and
slipped on the article of clothing, and zipped herself up. It fit her
like a second skin, and even covered the sole of her feet and palms. Ideally
she would have worn it from the beginning, but it had been a birthday
gift from her mother, and she didn't want to risk getting it torn. If
someone had been looking at mengran from far-away, she would have
seemed almost naked, with only her nipples and pubic region covered by
the pink silk hearts.

By now, Hans concluded that they were down to hand-to-hand combat. He
approached Mengran with his clenched fists. He was momentarily
startled by her change in appearance. Hans thought about punching
Mengran in her face, but her 26 inch height advantage made that seem
very impractical. Instead, he concentrated on her abdomen. Numerous
times he tried punching her there, but each time she would lift her
thigh and block him. Finally, completely frustrated, he tried
punching her breasts, first with his right hand and then with his
left. Each time, Mengran successfully grabbed his wrists. For some
reason, Mengran took this very personally, and tripped him backwards,
landing on top of him with her full weight. Hans was momentarily
stunned. Still very angry at him, while he was still stunned, Mengran
lifted him up slightly, placed one of her hands on his sternum, and
another hand on the inside of his thigh, lifted him up above her head,
jumped into the air with him, and they came back down together, with
Mengran on top of Hans, their bodies hitting the ground together at
the same time. Hans felt the full impact of Mengran's weight from
that height in a classic power slam. That power slam completely
knocked the wind out of hans.

Judging by the look on Hans' face, Mengran knew that she now had the
opportunity to try a few moves on him. But she decided that it would
be best if she first took off his light-blue silk clothing and his
light chain-linked armor. That proved to be very easy, as his light
chain-linked armor wasn't fastened to anything. It had just been
put-on on top of his regular silk clothing. Mengran soon relieved
Hans of his chain-linked light armor, his silk long-sleeve shirt and
pants, and his shoes and socks. By the time she was done with him, he
was down to just a pair of white cotton boxers. By now, Hans was
beginning to recover from the power slam.

Mengran picked up Hans' right leg, stepped over it, wrapped it with
one of her own legs, and applied a figure-four leg lock to hans. She laid
on her back to complete the move. From her lying position she looked
up at Hans who had by now regained his senses. Hans tried to stand
up, but soon realized that
he couldn't. He looked at his legs, and saw that they were
intertwined with Mengrans'. Mengran also looked at their legs and saw
that Hans had tensed his calves and thighs, to try and get free. She
had hardly felt his struggles. Hans continued to struggle, but to no
avail. Mengran knew then and there that she had him trapped, and that
he wasn't going anywhere.

She started to slowly increase the pressure in her buttocks, calves,
and thighs, tensing them and looking into his eyes the entire time.
Hans responded by increasing the tension in his own legs to counteract
the pressure. Mengran in turn increased the pressure again. Hans had
no choice but to increase the pressure. Soon a rhythm and pattern was
established, with Mengran initiating and Hans responding.
Hans' muscles started to cramp up though, forcing hans
to decrease the tension and
consequently the resistance in his legs. To this, Mengran would
obviously respond by increasing the pressure even more, slowly,
surely and methodically. Soon, the most important difference turned
out to be their reserves in leg strength. While mengran had only used
a fraction of her power, Hans had tapped into a good portion of his
strength. This soon became evident however, as Hans' legs cramped up
completely, and their resistance collapsed.

Mengran took this opportunity to compare their legs, her own thick and
shapely feminine calves and thighs, solid mammoth buttocks and thick
waist versus his thin yet masculine calves and thighs, small buttocks
and thin waist. She had known all along that there was just so much more
of her than there was of him. Mengran decided to increase the
pressure once more, and inform hans that she had applied only a
fraction of the true power of her legs, just to see what kind of
response she would get from him. Tensing her magnificant legs and
buttocks once more, Mengran told Hans how much she had truly held back
when applying pressure, and how little effort it had taken on her part
to completely drain his leg strength. Hearing this from Mengran not
only made Hans' earn burn, but it also severely bruised his ego. Most
important and urgent of all, he felt as if his knee was going to snap
into two or shatter altogether. All that he actually did however was
to gasp and moan in pain, the pain becoming completely unbearable. He
refused to ask for mercy from Mengran however. What ultimately
prevented him was the sense of honor and pride that had developed in
him over the years as the leader of the nomads. It was that fragile
egg-shell ego of his, and other men in general, and the belief in male
superiority. This was not the way Hans had imagined the fight would progress.
Mengran's muscular calves, and thick thighs and hamstrings were
killing him. Why did she have to be so feminine and powerful at the
same time, and be inflicting so much pain on him ? She almost acted
like he wasn't even there, and she barely felt his struggles. Hans
felt that she could do anything that she wanted to with him. In
reality, that is exactly how Mengran was now feeling.

At this point, Mengran decided to release Hans from her figure four
leglock. She was curious to see how he would respond. Once she had
released him, Hans responded by massaging his tortured knee. He tried
to instinctively back away from her, and instantly realized that he
couldn't place any pressure on his tortured leg. All he could do now
was to hop away from her back to his own corner. Mengran also walked
to her own corner. Mengran spent the next fifteen minutes resting,
and thinking about the next stage of her batttle with Hans. Hans
meanwhile continued to massage his tortured knee. That is all he had
time for, as soon the fifteen minutes was up. Looking towards
Mengran's direction, Hans saw that mengran was walking towards him,
looking intently in his direction the entire time. Hans hadn't come
up with a game-plan in these fifteen minutes, contrary to Mengran.
Mengran continued walking towards him, until she got to the center of
the arena. At the point, she stopped, but continued looking towards
him. Hans knew that she was now openly challenging him for the first
time during their match. With all the nomads intently watching him,
Hans knew that his only choice was to go towards Mengran and face her.

Unable to put any pressure on his injured knee, Hans' only option was
to hop towards Mengran. At the beginning of the match, anytime Hans
initiated an attack, the nomads cheered him on. But by now the nomads
had grown silent. Once he was face to face with Mengran, Hans decided
that his only option now was to use his fists. To his surprise,
Mengran did not try to initiate any offense. Hans responded by trying
to punch her in the ribs, abdomen, upper body, or face. Mengran
responded by successfully blocking his punches every time. On his
second to last punch, Mengran grabbed his fist in the palm of her
hand. She also did the same with his last punch. Hans struggled to
break free, but he was now completely trapped. Mengran responded by
tripping him backwards and landing on top of him. Just like last
time, the impact of the fall dazed him just long enough for Mengran to
follow through with a devastating power slam.

With the breath once again knocked completely out of him, Mengran
placed his left leg in a figure four leg-lock this time. She was
patient, methodical and relentless with the onslaught on his left leg this
time, using a fraction of the awesome power of her magnificent legs to
render his left leg and knee completely useless. Once again, she
continued to apply pressure even after all his resistance was gone,
just to see if Hans would respond in the same way. Once again, Hans
responded by gasping and moaning in pain. He refused to beg for mercy
once again, choosing to just absorb and internalize the horrific pain
that was being inflicted upon him by the awesome power of her legs.
By now, Mengran was feeling strong tingling sensations in her nipples,
and in her crotch. Ever since he had struggled in her figure four
leglock, Mengran could feel his thin masculine hairly legs through the silk
lacy material of her pink dress and she relished the feel of his legs.
The feel of the silky lace material of her dress also amplified her feelings.
He in turn was arounsed by the feel of the silky smoothness of her thick legs.

Mengran finally decided to release hans from her figure four leg lock.
She released him, and walked back to her own corner to rest. Hans
meanwhile cleared the cobwebs from his head, sat up and started to
massage his knees. After fifteen minutes, he tried to stand, but it
proved to be an exercise in futility, as both knees completely gave
out from under him. His only choice at this point was to try and
crawl back to his corner, but he saw that as pointless, and decided to
stay in the center of the arena. Since releasing Hans from her figure
four, Mengran had done some stretching exercises. Finally she walked
back towards Hans at the center of the ring. Hans thought of crawling
away from her, but decided against it. Hans looked up at her from his
position not knowing what to expect. Mengran responded by placing the
sole of her foot on his chest and pressing down, forcing Hans to the
ground on his back. Next she forced Hans onto his stomach.
Next she placed both of her feet on his small buttocks, standing on
them. Next Mengran reached down and caught hold of his arms by the
wrists. She stood up straight again, forcing his upper body off the
ground, while his lower body was still pinned down. She leaned back,
bending his body in a way it wasn't meant to bend. She began to twist
his arms by the wrists, as she continued to pull back on them. He
tried to break free, but he could not. Mengran was standing on his
buttocks with his upper body lifted
off the ground, and she held his arms firmly in this position. After
a while, when she felt that the tension and resistance in his arms
were all but gone, she let his arms go and they fell limply to his sides.

Now that Mengran had completely immobilized Hans, and there were no rules,
referee or time limit, she had a completely free hand in what she could do
with him. First however, she decided to stretch out a little bit and rest.
Mengran's body had always been extremely flexible, and she went through a
routine for the next 15 minutes, occasionally looking over at hans and making
eye-contact with him. The entire time, Hans looked up at her with fear,
wondering what was in store for him. Once she was done with her routine,
Mengran sat hans up, sat on his lap, and wrapped her legs around his
midsection. She felt an erection under her buttocks. She told him : "after
living among you for a month, i realized that you wouldn't be as deadly once
you were off your horses and in a enclosed space. Furthermore, you only
anticipated a short fight, and didn't prepare for any alternative, did you?"

And with those words, Mengran started to squeeze Hans between her legs.
Using a fraction of her power, Mengran squeezed Hans, increasing the
pressure slowly and steadily. Hans responeded by screaming in pain.
She straitened her legs,
increasing the pressure even more. Hans struggled desperately and with
futility between her legs, causing Mengran to become aroused with his
struggles. Mengran wanted him to feel her dominating him, to feel that she was
not even trying that hard. She wanted to destroy him. She looked right into
his face, into his eyes, as she spoke. Gently, she asked him if it hurt,
increasing the pressure slightly, and forcing a grunt and then a scream from
him. She asked him if it was humiliating for him, knowing that she wasn't even
squeezing that hard.

Mengran felt his stomach muscles between her legs, as she sat on his lap and
squeezed. Though Hans was trying to flex his stomach muscles, to stop her from
squeezing the air from him, she was able to feel, with her thighs, when he
tried to rest his muscles. Whenever he did, she clamped down on him, forcing
more air from him, looking directly into his face each time. She continued to
constrict the space in his mid-section. She was weakening Hans between her
legs, teasing and humiliating him. This process went on until his stomach
muscles were completely wasted, and his resistance completely collapsed.
Eventually she could even feel his internal organs between her legs, and they
had become completely squishy. She again squeezed the air from him. This time,
she squeezed him until his flow of air was severely cut off. He struggled
desperately for breath, but she squeezed him and held him there until she was
satisfied that he had completely weakened.

By now her nipples were erect, and she felt this very strong tingling
sensation in her pubic region again. She looked into Hans' eyes and said:
"look at my nipples darling, can you tell that i am aroused ?? " Gasping for
air, Hans decided to remain silent. Mengran undid the zipper that held her
outfit together, and bared her breasts. Still looking into his eyes she said :
"darling, if i let you breath, will you suck on my nipples ??" Hans still
chose to remain silent, but this time moved his head up and down, signaling
that he would. And with that, Mengran loosened her thighs and calves and
allowed him to breathe. Next, she forced her nipple into his mouth. She said
to him : "go ahead darling, suck on it" , and Hans began sucking in earnest.
Mengran moaned in pleasure as she felt so good. He was very good at it, and he
continued to suck and lick her nipple for a very long time. Mengran did the
same with her other breast.

Once Hans was done sucking on Mengran's nipples, Mengran decided that her next
target would be his chest. After placing her breasts back in her dress and
zipping herself up, she placed one of her thighs between the mat and his
chest, and placed the other one over his chest, and locked her ankles
together. She started to slowly increase the pressure on his chest. Hans
responded by tensing his muscles in response. Sooner or later he would have to
breathe, and when he did, she would simply clamp down on his chest. This way,
his breathing space gradually decreased, until he was soon gasping for air.
Hans' struggles started to turn her on once again. He was constantly rubbing
against her pubic region with his struggles. She once again felt a tingling
sensation, only this time it was much stronger than before. She looked at his
small masculine chest trapped against her massive feminine thighs. She had only
used a fraction of her strength, and he was completely worn out. By now Hans
was wheezing and gasping for air, as each breath was a painful ordeal for him.
Mengran took his right hand in hers and glided it all over her calves, thighs,
and buttocks. She teased him, saying : "these feminine legs of mine are the
source of your pain my darling, can you feel my muscles??" He chose to stay
silent, and she did the same with his left hand.

With her mammoth feminine thighs around Hans’
masculine little chest, Mengran continued to
increase the pressure until she reached the point where, with the slightest
increase in pressure, Hans' ribcage would shatter into splinters of bone. She
could feel his little heart beating so fast, it was as if it was trying to
escape the confines of a space that was about to be destroyed. Up until now,
Hans has not uttered a word, rather he has just gasped, moaned, and cried in
pain, choosing to internalize his pain, thoughts and feelings rather than
verbalizing them.

Mengran told Hans that she was just using a fraction of the power of her
magnificent mammoth thighs against little chest, and that unless
he wanted to have his ribcage pulverized, he'd better answer her next
question. she asked him : "how would you describe my figure and looks ?"
Hans hesitated in answering. Mengran
pretended to apply the needed extra pressure, when Hans finally screamed out :
 "You're voluptuously gorgeous !!" "You're voluptuously gorgeous !!" Surprised
by his choice to finally talk she said : "are you calling me fat ?!" Hans
replied : "no ! no ! your just big-boned !! what I mean is you have a big
frame !!" Hans went on to explain that she had large bones that were covered
by even larger muscles, giving her awesome power that she had demonstrated
so effectively, to him at least. He went on to tell her that her body did
contain fat, but it was distributed evenly across her body on her magnificent
muscles, giving it a very healthy feminine feel, appearance, and glow. He also
said that the bone structure of her face was very delicate and feminine as
well.

Mengran was genuinely flattered by Hans' response, and a smile formed on her
face for a brief moment. Sensing an opportunity, Hans said : "Please !! Please
have mercy on me !! You're killing me with your legs !!" Mengran replied :
"Oh, come on darling !! I know you've been loving what I've been doing to you
!! I know you've loved the silky feel of my dress and legs !! Don't you think
I haven't noticed your erection ? You've had it ever since I put you in that
figure-four leg-lock. It seems like you don't know what's good for you. Maybe
you should just stop resisting , and just try and enjoy what I have planned
for the rest of our match !" And with those words, Mengran finally released
Hans from between her legs. Next, she stood up, and picked up Hans and threw
him over her shoulder, carrying him to the mirror that was in the arena.
Placing him on the ground, Mengran asked Hans : "How would you describe the
relative size of our bodies ?" Hans went on to explain that one of her legs
was as big as his entire body, and that one of her muscular calves was
easily bigger than one of his thighs. He also admitted that one of her thighs
was thicker than his entire upper body.

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Mengran and Hans CONT'D
by :  magentanovels@gmail.com
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Once they were done comparing their bodies side by side, Mengran
cradle-carried Hans back to the center of the ring and sat him down on
the floor. She now decided that it was time to humiliate Hans as much
as possible. Mengran started to undress slowly, keeping eye contact
with Hans the entire time. Once she was naked, she said : "ok Hans,
I am going to rub your face against my vagina. If you know what's
good for you, you will not bite me, is that understood ?!!" Hans'
heart sank when he heard this. With his will weakened at the hands of
this amazon, all he could do was nod his head.  Mengran sat on
the ground with her thighs wide open, and forced Hans to lay down on
his stomach. She rubbed Hans' face against her very large thighs. Hans
felt their softness and warmth against his face. Mengran drove Hans'
face slowly and inexorably towards the juncture of her legs.
Mengran threw her long legs across his back, and soon
Hans' lips were touching Mengran's vaginal lips. Hans tasted her
femaleness. Tremors of pleasure ran through Mengran as she hunched
her powerful hips against Hans' face, and in no time Hans' lips were
soaked. Soon Hans' head was swimming as he sucked in what little air
he could, and her flesh was rolling against his features. Mengran
cooed and moaned and whispered instructions to him, instructing Hans
to get his face in deeper. Hans proved to be very skilled at this
task. The rhythm of Mengran's assault increased to a fevered pace.
She began squeezing Hans' skull with her thighs uncontrollably as wave
after wave of orgasm finally washed over her body. Hans felt like his
skull was going to shatter or get crushed, and all he could do was to
pray that he would survive. Mengran screamded "yes, yes, yes" and
moaned "I feel so good, I am going to explode". Soon, her entire body
was shuddering, and Hans felt buried in warm wet smothering flesh.
Mengran's brain lit up like a Christmas tree, and she felt
as if her hair was going to fall out, or she was going to
lose consciousness.  At last Mengran climaxed like a human
geyser, and Hans felt like he was going to drown. With his face flush
and damp, Hans was finally released. Mengran decided
to take a break after this, as both she and Hans
needed a well-deserved rest.

After they had regained their senses,
Mengran stood up, and placed both of her feet around Hans' head. She
looked down commandingly into Hans' eyes and said : "Ok Hans, this
time, I am going to sit on your face. I am going to cream all over
your frightened face, and I don't mean only once ". Hans' eyes welled
up with tears when he heard this, but he said nothing. Mengran took
hold of Hans' hands and sat him up, placing her calves behind his
back and sitting down on his chest. This placed his upper body between
her calves, thighs and buttocks. The hairy patch between Mengran's
legs settled firmly over Hans' face. Mengran sighed with pleasure
and worked her hips down. Mengran's hands moved to her breasts.
Soon, a slow rhythm entered her pelvic movements, and she was happily
rubbing herself all over Hans' face, and she came
copiously on her reluctant stimulator. Hans couldn't keep her taste
out of his mouth. Mengran knew that it would be a very long time
before he could stop tasting her and thinking about her.
Up until now, Mengran had used Hans' face to achieve multiple orgasms,
but she wanted to take it one step further. She turned to Hans and
said : "ok darling, time to take this to the next level. Now I want
you to service me orally with your tongue !?  By now, Hans was
starting to feel a little disoriented, and his resistance was
plummeting. He started
to lap away at Mengran's clitoris and vaginal lips. Once again
Mengran's powerful body began to respond. Hans couldn't believe how
sexually excited Mengran was becoming. He was afraid that she might
smother him or crack his skull. He strained to bring her
satisfaction. It took a lot of work, but finally, she was about to
come. All of a sudden the steady flow of her
juices became a virtual flood. She rocked back and forth on his face,
moaning with ecstasy, and jerking her hips, until his face was drenched.
Without a doubt, it was one of the most powerful climaxes
of Mengran's entire life. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her.
She felt her juices run freely down her cavity, to rest on his face.
He was clearly having difficulty now as she ordered him to lap up all
the fluid. She heard him gag several times. She was in such a dominant
position that she decided to stay on him until she reached the maximum
number of orgasms possible. It seemed as if she was capable of having
orgasms with indefinite pleasure and power. After such a long period
of gulping down her cream, Mengran was sure that Hans wanted it to
end. Finally she lifted her vagina off of his face. She laughed out
loud as his face was completely soaked and covered in sticky juices.
There was an enormous collection of fluid on the floor around his head
as well. Mengran decided to rest for a while, leaving Hans on the floor in the
pool of her vaginal juices. After a while, she went to her trunk and
retrieved a bar of soap, a towel, and a bottle of water.
She poured some water on his face, washing it with the soap, and
finally drying it off with the towel. Looking into his eyes, she said
: "there you are darling. you are clean again."

By now, Mengran's vaginal area was also covered in sticky juices. She used a
different towel, and a bottle of water and soap to wash herself between her
legs. Still in the nude, she decided to rest for a while right next to Hans.
She also stretched out a little bit. Once she was refreshed, Mengran went to
her trunk and retrieved a large curious looking pair of pink panties, and a
transparent garment. Hans looked at them with curiosity and fear. Mengran
turned to Hans and said : "well Hans, now that you have been introduced to the
look, feel, and smell of my vaginal region, including my natural feminine
musk, I don't see why we should stop there. Mengran placed her feet on either
side of Hans' head facing his legs. Looking at Hans from between her shapely
legs, she put the panties on. Next, she bent her knees so that her immense
backside was inches from Hans' face. She told Hans : "take a good look at my
panties darling. Notice how they lace up along the center of my gorgeous
posterior ? see how the lacing has a give to it ? Why do you suppose they are
designed that way ??" In his continued fear and awe, Hans replied : "I-I have
no idea !" Mengran continued : "see how tight I can pull these laces, and make
these panties fit snugly ? Why do you think they are so adjustable ??" a
shiver ran through Hans' body, and he said nothing. Mengran said : "The laces
are there so that I can loosen them, stuff your head into my panties, and pull
them tight and tie them, keeping you snugly fit against me !!" Hans' face
turned white, and his heart sank, but he could do nothing. Mengran loosened
the laces on her panties, and spread them open. Next, she slipped on the
transparent garment, that was also very snug, over her panties. Mengran
stuffed Hans' head through an opening provided for that purpose. Before Hans
was in all the way Mengran said : "by the way, what I just put on will make
your little prison air tight. There is a valve stem on my hip that will give
you just enough air to keep breathing. What I expect of you now is to kiss and
lick my butt-hole, otherwise known as the anus. You can give a woman great
satisfaction that way . You will want to keep busy in there, because
if you don't do your best, I will pinch the valve shut and you will be
in big trouble. I hope you understand ?" Hans nodded his head against
her backside, and she
pushed his head in the rest of the way. Mengran spread her ass-cheeks wide
open and completely swallowed Hans'face.

By now, Hans' resistance was almost completely gone. Mengran started off by
pinching the air-valve shut, to show that she was serious. By the time she
released it, Hans was almost out of air. Close to suffocation, Hans started to
desperately lick and kiss Mengran's butt-hole and Mengran moaned.
Mengran was particularly fond of very spicy foods, and her farts were
extremely odorous. In Hans' current predicament, the effect was amplified by
at least an order of magnitude, if not more. Currently, the vast majority of
Hans' air supply came from Mengran's bowels, because the foul-smelling air had
nowhere to go but into his lungs. The fumes made Hans choke, and brought tears
to his eyes. The more excited
Mengran became, the less control she had. Hans was barely able to breathe in
his smelly prison. Hans was nearly fumed into unconsciousness. Mengran toyed
with the valve to keep him constantly fearful, and Hans had no choice but to
continue to lick.  Mengran screamed, between vocalizations of pleasure. The
heavy Asian woman crushed her rear-end down on Hans' face, as she
climaxed. It had taken Hans a long time to bring Mengran to the verge,
but now she was ready to explode. Mengran held on to Hans, clenching
her buttocks and started to quake
violently.  She screamed and moaned off the top of her lungs in excitement.
She bounced up and down, ignoring his need for air, until her
excitement had peaked. After Mengran had finally regained
her senses she turned to Mans and said : "oh darling !! you are so talented
with that tongue of yours, that we are going to have to start all over again
!!" The thought of having his confinement extended sent Hans into a panic, and
he began to squirm violently. Mengran responded by squeezing the air-valve,
until he settled down. Mengran continued by pulling the laces of her
'smother-panties' tight as they would go, and she tied them off. Hans' face
was now lost completely in her ass. Mengran hunched her hips impatiently, and
told Hans to get his tongue back to work. Hans was soon licking and probing
her with his tongue again. Mengran rocked back and forth and shuddered and
moaned as she reached her orgasm. By now, the power of Mengran's
smother-panties was beginning to assert itself over Hans. He felt impotent and
anonymous with his face lost between her immense cheeks. He felt as if he was
nothing more than an extension of her ass. He struggled to hold onto his
identity, but his entire world had been reduced to her rear-end, its feel,
scent, temperature, and leakage. Also, he tried to hold onto his personality,
but it became more and more only an adjunct to that big controlling female
body. With Hans' head still stuffed into the panties, Mengran decided to rest
and recover for a while. Occasionally, she would open the valve to allow Hans
to breathe in the precious air that was needed to keep him conscious.
Eventually, Mengran released Hans from his malodorous prison, and Hans hit the
floor gasping for fresh air. The odor that was released hit Mengran like a ton
of bricks, and Mengran could not have imagined what hans must have gone
through.


Now that Hans was finally free, he gulped in the fresh air, as his lungs were
finally exposed to the much needed oxygen. Mengran stood there in the nude,
looking down at Hans, relishing the feel of what she had reduced him to. By
now he had been stripped down to his underwear, was still completely
immobilized, unable to move his arms and legs. His ribs and abdomen were
severely bruised, and every time Hans took a breath, his lungs burned and his
abdomen reeled in pain. Furthermore, his senses had been completely
overwhelmed by Mengran's vaginal secretions and the air from her bowels.
Furthermore, Mengran could see that the bulge in his underwear had gotten much
larger. As for the crowd, the men who had been enthusiastically cheering their
leader at the beginning had by now been shocked into complete silence, and the
women who had been completely silent at first were now giggling. Mengran spent
the next fifteen minutes stretching out her body and resting, with Hans
spending this time trying to regain his senses, as he looked disoriented.

Next, Mengran went to her trunk, and pulled out a large wooden stool and
brought it to the center of the arena. The stool had four large wooden legs,
and a round thick wooden rim with a very large diameter. The wooden seat had
been removed, and replaced by a round thick piece of sturdy leather that had
been securely stitched to the rim of the stool. The center of that round piece
of leather had a hole cut into it with a diameter of about five inches. Hans
looked towards the stool with a sense of impending doom. Mengran approached
Hans, and carried him towards the stool and placed him on the ground, face
down, next to the stool. Next, she placed the stool directly above Hans' head,
grabbed a hold of his head, and pulled it up, and through the hole. Hans' head
was now poking up though the base of the stool, with the leathery material of
the base of the stool clinging securely around his neck. All he could do now
was to look up at Mengran in complete fear, and wonder what is in store for
him next. Mengran looked down at Hans and asked him if he knew what was in
store for him next. Hans was too terrified to answer, so he just shook his
head. Mengran explained : "Well darling, in anticipation of this day, I have
been extremely excited for the past three days, to the point that I have not
had a bowel movement in three days. By now, my bowels feel as if they are
ready to explode, and now I am finally ready to have a bowel movement. This is
where you come in !! You are currently tied to a 'crapper stool', and
basically, you are going to be my toilet !!" Hans' heart almost stopped when
he heard this. He replied : "Oh God No !! I beg of you !! Please don't reduce
me to his level !! Not in front of all of my men !!" Mengran answered : "I'm
sorry darling ! but you brought this upon yourself with your own actions !! At
this point, act like a man, and take what I am about to give you !!" Hans'
last reserves of resistance evaporated once he realized that Mengran was going
to follow through with her plan.

Facing Hans' legs, Mengran placed her feet on each side of the stool,
positioning the imposing expanse of her buttocks directly above Hans' head.
She looked down at Hans from between her shapely legs and said: "I strongly
suggest that you cooperate Hans. I could smother you to death with these
buttocks of mine ! Imagine what it would be like for me to sit on your face,
pressing down on you with my full weight, and never getting up ! And with those
words, Mengran started to descend her backside towards Hans' face. Hans gaped
up in both fear and awe at the vast expanse that was Mengran's butt, as it
descended inexorably closer towards his face. Mengran's immense buttocks
descended, covering and molding themselves to Hans' face. She spread
open her butt-cheeks as wide as possible and poor Hans
gasped as his head was swallowed up and lost by Mengran's immense buttucks.
Mengran settled comfortably on the very large stool.
Hans felt Mengran's mighty buns close on his face, squishing his lips
together into a pucker that pressed them right against Mengran's puckered
opening. Mengran wiggled her bottom, getting more comfortable before she
lowered her full weight, with Hans' perspiring face disappearing
completely  under her, and an air-tight seal forming between her
buttocks and the leather
seat of the stool, and his head sandwiched in-between.

Given that Mengran was a very big girl to begin with, she always had a
very strong appetite, and ate heartily. Mengran was known among her community
for her awesome appetite. Unbeknown to Hans, with Mengran everything was big.
She was big not only on the outside, but also on the inside, with her colon
being no exception. She typically had bowel movements once a day that were two
feet long, three inches thick, and hard in consistency. By now, she was
completely constipated. After sitting on the stool for a while, Mengran felt
that her pelvic muscles had relaxed, and she was finally ready. She told Hans to
get ready, and with that, the tight ring of her anal sphincter was opened, and
she bore down, filling his mouth. Mengran's  body relaxed as she
emptied herself into the mouth of the dutiful wretch trapped beneath
her immense posterior. Hans had no choice but to chew and swallow if
he ever hoped to clear his
mouth in time for her next offering. The faster Hans worked, the quicker she
gave it to him. Mengran loved what she was doing to Hans. She dreamed on, and
he shook and choked. Mengran could almost feel her big movements sliding down
Hans' throat. Now this was better !! The scant air he inhaled came either from
her bowels or from when Mengran lifted one of her buttocks, which kept him
from suffocating. Mengran absolutely loved what she was doing to Hans, this
most shameful and diminishing of all human experiences. Mengran was
sure that this would result in the total of his individuality, free
will, pride and identity. And why shouldn't she belittle him this way
?
This process went on and on and on. After what seemed
like an eternity to both Hans and Mengran, her bowels were finally empty. In
total, the amount that Mengran had put out was unbelievable and absolutely
staggering. Mengran's total output had been three inches thick and six feet
long. Throughout Hans' horrific ordeal, Mengran was either moaning, or
giggling from his predicament. When Hans had completely licked Mengran clean,
she stood up. Looking down into his eyes, she couldn't help but laugh out loud
at his predicament.

Hans had not missed the smallest morsel of Mengran's fecal output, and
by now, he had a stoic look on his face. Mengran teased him, saying
that for such a little man, he had a remarkable appetite and capacity
for eating. Even though Hans had come perilously close to dying, he
ultimately survived this ordeal, due to his tremendous conditioning
and stamina. Hans was the only person among the nomads who could have
possibly survived. But now, Mengran was having another problem.
Since she had not urinated for three days, the volume of urine in
her bladder made it feel as if her bladder was going to burst.
With Hans still gagging from his odious task, Mengran looked down into
his eyes and said : "guess what darling ? now that you have been such
a sweetheart, I am going to give you something that will help wash
down what you just ate !" Already, Hans felt as if his stomach was
going to explode, and he couldn’t imagine swallowing anything else.

Again, Mengran placed her feet on either side of the stool
and descended slowly, until her urethra ended up flush against his mouth.
Mengran started off very slowly, until a little dribble of urine
entered Hans' mouth. She teased him, asking him if he was in a good
position, and if that dribble of urine reached him. Mengran took her
time, and the dribble increased to a trickle, and the trickle to a
steady flow of urine. Hans was not familiar with the
capacity of her bladder and she seemed to have an unlimited
supply of urine.  Hans felt like a drain at the bottom of a
bathtub, as his ordeal went on and on and on, with him
swallowing the very pungent and dark yellow liquid. Hans did not miss
a single drop of urine, and Mengran wondered if he felt like he was
going to drown. When at long last she was done, Mengran finally
released Hans from the stool, and gently placed him on the floor.
She went over to her trunk, and pulled out a toothbrush and
toothpaste, and a bottle of water. She came up to him, pulled him up
and brushed his teeth for him.

Once his teeth were clean, Mengran noticed that he had a raging
erection. She looked into his eyes and said : “Oh darling !!
what have we here ?? are you a masochist ?? Maybe it is time that we
released your little friend. And with that, Mengran
relieved Hans of his underwear, and his erection burst into full view.
Hans’ penis was an inch thick and four inches long. Next, Mengran
told Hans that she had another surprise for him. She went to her
trunk and retrieved an enormous dildo. The dildo had three straps.
Mengran tied one strap of the dildo around her thick waist, and the
other two straps around her huge thighs. The entire time, Hans was
eyeing Mengran with abject horror and fear. Mengran gently stood hans
up, until their bodies were side by side. Mengran’s dildo was 12
inches long, and three inches thick. Mengran turned to Hans and said
: “guess what darling ? just like our bodies, my dildo is three
times as large as your penis ! can you guess what's in store for you
next?!" his facial expression said it all: "for the love of god !!!!
Please !! Please !! I beg you !! I beg you !! Don't use that
monstrosity on me!!  Not in front of all of my men !!"

Mengran seemed totally indifferent to his imploring and replied :
"I'm sorry darling, but you still need to be punished."
She instructed Hans to lubricate the dildo with his tongue. She
sat him up so that he was sitting on his bent knees. Next she sat
directly behind him, and pushed on his back until his buttocks were at
the perfect angle for anal penetration. She continued :"ok darling.
I am going to enter you now. Please try to relax and just accept it."
she thrust her hips forward, penetrating his anus. The dildo began to
enter and he screamed: "Please have mercy !! Ouch !!" Laughing out loud
Mengran excitedly said : "there it goes darling. the end is inside you."
She felt him tremble and continued thrusting her hips, adding pressure.
The reverse end of the dildo was pushing against her vagina, and the
knob successfully found her clitoris. She pushed harder and said :
"try to relax
darling. you are only making this harder on yourself." after a moment
the dildo was pushed further into Hans. It was the most powerful
feeling she had ever had. Her huge thighs and abdominal muscles drove
the dildo further and Hans wailed in discomfort and humiliation. She
placed her hands on his hips and continued to violate him with the
dildo, each stroke further rubbing the knob against her engorged
clitoris. Mengran pumped away unrestrainedly and Hans thought  that
she was going to disembowel him.  All he could do was to twist, gasp,
moan, and
scream in pain, for he couldn't escape from her onslaught. By now,
Hans was starting to almost pant, and his penis had grown to its full
length. Mengran was finally rewarded, as wave after wave of orgasm
washed over her. Even though she almost lost consciousness, she
continued to pump him as she drove the dildo until all twelve inches
were in him. She
was sure he felt her pubic hairs touching his buttocks. She came
again in another crushing orgasm. Her head was spinning, and her
vagina was soaked in juices. She leaned on to Hans' back and began
taking slow long thrusts with the dildo continuing the violation.
The resistance was much lower this time. Mengran also took this
opportunity to catch a glimpse of Hans’ face, and sure enough, he had
a pre-orgasmic look . As Mengran continued to violate him, she finally
managed to pin the tip of the dildo against his prostate.
By now Hans was panting, and Mengran was still relentless. Finally, he
erupted like a geyser, as burst after burst of his fluids shot out of
his engorged penis and Mengran gave out a victorious scream.

After resting for a while and regaining her senses, Mengran thought of
trying a different position. Specifically she decided that she also
needed to give him a ride on her twelve inch tower! She withdrew the
dildo from Hans. Next, she straitened out her legs, and sat Hans down
on her lap so he was facing her. She gently lifted him up and brought
him down so that the tip of the dildo found his anus. She guided the
dildo gently into him. She took his hands and said : "darling, please
message my nipples with your index fingers and thumbs. Also, this
way, there is less of a chance of you falling off !!” She grabbed
his penis between his legs, and set a vigorous rhythm. Mengran also
grabbed him by the neck to encourage him further. Mengran continued
until she had another crushing orgasm, with Hans moaning, and gasping
and screaming in pain the entire time. Finally, at long last, she was
done. She gently lifted Hans up and off of her lap, pulling the dildo
out of him at the same time. Hans was placed on the arena floor, and
he collapsed moaning in pain and discomfort. Mengran also undid the
straps of the dildo, removing it from her own body as well.

[magenta]

Three and Three
by magenta

magentanovels@gmail.com
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hans, karl and otto were three neo-nazis that lived in berlin. they were all unemployed losers who blamed the foreigners for all of their shortcomings in life. they had all dropped out of school and served no constructive purpose in society. their only escape was alcohol, concerts, and acts of violence against elderly foreigners. by now they had developed a system : they would stake out an elderly couple who were foreigners, preferably in a home or apartment that was relatively isolated. they would wait until it was dark, and then they would sneak in through a window or side-door. once inside, they would trash the place, beat up the defenseless elderly couple, rob them of all of their valuables, and bolt. all three of them were small in stature and scrawny. hans was 24, 5' 2" tall, and weighed 110 pounds. karl was 25, 5' 3" tall and weighed 115 pounds. otto was 26, 5' 4" tall and weighed 120 pounds. their small size had added to their inferiority complex, but helped them in their robberies.

the three of them spent the first two weeks of january picking out their prey, and staking out their home. by the end of the second week, they had learned everything they needed to know to carry out their plan. they also needed a week to finalize every last detail of their plan, and they settled on the fourth week of january to rob the place, and assault the old man and woman. the couple that they had chosen to rob were an iranian jewish couple who had been in germany for a year now. the home belonged to the old man's son, who lived with his wife in america. unknown to the robbers, the old man and his wife were leaving midway through the third week, and his three grand-daughters were coming from iran to stay at that home starting at the beginning of the third week. this way, there was a three day overlap between the time his grand-daughters came, and when their grand-parents left.

this entire family had decided to leave iran and go to america because of persecution. because no direct flights were available from iran to america, and since they needed to get visas prior to coming to america, the family had reasoned that their best bet would have been to use europe as a stop-over point. the old man, his wife, and his son were all small people. his son however, had married a jewish iranian woman that was quite tall and full-figured. all three of their children had ended up being girls, and they had taken after their mother. the old man's son had always felt like a midget living with these four jewish amazons. the old man's son had been a very successful businessman in iran, and consequently had become very wealthy.

the old man's grand-daughters landed in berlin on the monday of the third week of january. there was roshanak, who was 21, 6' 2" tall, and weighed 220 pounds. next there was roya, who was 22, 6' 3" tall, and weighed 230 pounds. finally there was afsoon, who was 23, was 6' 4" tall, and weighed 240 pounds. all three of them had olive skin, beautiful faces with classic persian features, and long hair that flowed down to their lower backs. they were all also full-figured and voluptuous. but not fat by any means. the grand parents left after three days, and starting on the fourth day of the third week, the three sisters found themselves alone in germany. overall, based on the information that they had received, they planned on staying in their parents' home in berlin until their visas to america were approved. compared to many other immigrants, the girls really didn't have much to worry about, as they were living in a fully paid-for home, and their parents had provided them with access to bank accounts with ample funds. their biggest worry was that they did not speak a word of german, and that their knowledge of the english language was at a very rudimentary level.

the three sisters spent the remainder of that week settling in. if there was one thing that bothered them a little, it was the somewhat isolated nature of the home that they were now living in. but, they reasoned to themselves that this was no more than a small inconvenience, since they were probably looking at staying in berlin anywhere from six months to a year until their visas to america would be approved. on the last day of that week, which happened to be a sunday, they all went to their bedroom and turned in at midnight.

an hour later at one past midnight, hans and karl and otto slowly drove up their car to within 50 feet of the home. they knew that they were going to be robbing the home of a jewish iranian family. they spent the next fifteen minutes going over their plan. once everything was finalized, they entered the home through one of the unlocked windows of the living room. they checked out the living room, dining room, and kitchen and saw that they were empty. they went down a hallway which led to the bedrooms. hans decided to take the door on the right, karl took the door on the left, and otto took the remaining door at the end of the hallway.

the girls' paternal grandparents had each weighed about 100 pounds, and had they been under the covers together, they would have been roughly the size of one of their grand-daughters. and that is exactly what hans, karl and otto assumed as they walked into the rooms, and saw the covers covering what seemed like the elderly couple. there was a full moon out tonight, and so the guys had a pretty clear view of the bed and its covers. each one of the guys assumed that he had walked into the right room, and from this point on they just followed their usual routine. each one of them jumped on the bed, and started to punch and kick at what was underneath the covers as hard as he could for a few minutes. once that was over, each guy took hold of the covers and jumped off the bed, roughly pulling them away. it was from this point on that things were going to be different than usual.

expecting to find the frightened elderly couple screaming by now, they had each closed the door behind them as they had walked in. the image that greeted each one of them however, was more or less the same : it was that of a persian jewish girl, who was a foot taller than them and twice their size, now standing at her full height looming down at them in nothing more than her skimpy bra and panties, along with a gold star of david necklace around her neck. the look in the eyes of roshanak, roya, and afsoon was exactly the same : it was a mixture of surprise, fear, and grogginess. meanwhile, the look that had formed on the face of the guys was exactly the same also : it was a mixture of surprise, and disbelief.

the three sisters had also more or less been greeted with the same image : it was that of a scrawny blonde and blue-eyed german neo-nazi, who was a foot shorter than them and half their size, having to look upwards to make eye contact. once everyone's initial shock had worn off, the same scenario unfolded in the same room. each guy, confident of being male and german, assumed that he would have an easy time roughhousing a persian jewish girl, no matter what her size. so, each one of them charged the girl that was in the room. if someone had been standing in the hallway leading to the rooms, he or she would have heard the sounds of struggling coming out of each room, along with the screaming of the girls, followed by an occasional phrase in german or persian. after a few minutes however, the screaming stopped and so did the struggling.

all of a sudden, the doors to the rooms swung open almost at the same time, and the three sisters stepped out of the rooms, each one holding one of the guys securely in a headlock. the girls had a few bruises here and there, but aside from that they were more or less unscathed. as soon as the sisters had made eye contact with one-another, they started to talk to each other quickly and excitedly, and asking each other questions. even though they guys didn't understand a word of persian, they knew that the girls were asking each other if either of them had been hurt. there was a brief period of silence, and once again the sisters started to chat excitedly among themselves. this time however, the guys couldn't possibly know what the girls were discussing. while the girls had been talking to one another, hans, karl and otto had been struggling to free themselves from the headlocks. but, it was all to no avail, as the girls held them very securely, especially in their surprised and excited states. in fact, the guys hadn't been able to budge the slightest bit, and the girls hadn't even seemed to notice their struggles. it was now that they started to wonder if they had made a mistake of invading this home.

once the sisters made sure that neither of them had been seriously hurt, they started to discuss their next move. initially they contemplated calling the police, but soon they changed their mind. they reasoned that since they had been in germany for only a week as foreigners, calling the police might not be such a good idea, as they were jews and in a country with a horrific history and record of antisemitism. as the girls started to think about the best course of action, roshanak finally had the following suggestion : given they had a large basement which was practically soundproof, and they were living in an isolated area to begin with, they could take the guys downstairs and keep them there for a few days, until they could come up with a realistic plan.

with the three germans still in headlocks, the three sisters took them
downstairs to their basement, and closed the door behind them. the
basement floor had been covered with a thick carpet, and it also had a
bathroom and shower. aside from the door that lead to it, the basement
had no other openings to the outside world, and was practically
sound-proof. the girls were extremely angry, as the sanctuary of their
rooms had been violated by three male strangers, and this was
something that just wasn't done in persian society. in short the girls
had felt somewhat dishonored by this act on the part of the guys.

at this point, roya decided to take the lead in punishing the men for
their crude actions. speaking to her sisters in persian, she
instructed them to keep the guys in their headlocks, and watch her
very carefully, and then follow her lead. roya started out by
switching her headlock on karl, going from a regular one to a reverse
one, so that now she was facing his body. once she had him held
securely, she suddenly brought up her right knee very forcefully,
connecting solidly with karl's abdomen, and knocking the breath out of
him. she repeated this process four more times in rapid succession. by
the end of the fifth devastating hit, karl was coughing and gasping
desperately for air, with his body slumped to the floor and being only
held up only by roya's headlock. roya waited for about ten seconds,
and this time she used her left knee to deliver five devastating hits
to karl's chest in rapid succession. finally, she let go of the
headlock, and karl hit the floor face first and curled up in the form
of a ball, clasping his chest and abdomen, gasping for air and in
unspeakable pain.

at this point, roya was more or less done. to make karl's escape close
to impossible, she proceeded to strip karl of everything except his
underwear. and so, in a matter of minutes karl was stripped of his
shoes, socks, pants, and shirt, until the only thing left covering his
body were his boxer briefs. and that is when she saw it : tattooed
onto karl's chest was a swastika. it was now that roya put all the
pieces together. these neo-nazi scum bags had attacked their home
because they were jewish. it was now that roya decided that karl and
his friends needed to be punished much more severely.

at this point roya took karl by the hair and sat him up. next, she sat
behind karl, and wrapped her legs around his abdomen, and also placed
him in a full nelson. without applying any pressure, she told her
sisters to do the same. hans, and otto soon found themselves
imprisoned by the limbs of their jewish persian captors. they
struggled to get free, but it proved futile. roya went on to explain
that this was a convenient way of immobilizing the guys without
getting tired themselves. it was now that roya set out to fully punish
karl.

roya began by completely immobilizing karl's legs : she placed each of
his scrawny legs in a devastating figure four leg lock with her own
thick legs, maintaining each figure-four long enough until the tension
in karl's legs were completely gone. next, she moved onto his arms,
placing each of his spindly arms in an arm bar, and maintaining the
hold long enough until karl's arms dropped limply when the hold was
released. next, roya proceeded to scissor karl's chest and abdomen
with her thick and meaty thighs, utterly squeezing the life out of him
until karl felt as if his ribcage was going to shatter, or his
internal organs were going to explode. even tough they couldn't
understand each other, throughout his painful ordeal, karl would
occasionally gasp out some words in german, or roya would belittle
karl and tease him by saying certain things in persian. to add insult
to injury, roya guided hans' useless hands all over her legs as she
squeezed him, which only added to his humiliation and sense of
impotence.

roya needed some time to rest, and she released karl. she spent the
next five minutes stretching out, while karl remained on the floor,
completely immobilized, gasping for air and moaning in pain. once roya
felt refreshed, she sat karl up and sat on his lap and wrapped her
legs around his midsection, and imprisoned his face in her cleavage by
wrapping her arms around his head. she started to slowly squeeze her
arms and legs, depriving him of oxygen. once again, roya's thick legs
ravaged his abdomen, while her breasts formed a tight seal around his
nose and mouth. karl was squirming in no time as the precious oxygen
that was needed to keep him conscious was sapped away from his body by
his persian jewish tormentress. karl's struggling was also getting
roya aroused, which only made things worse by causing her breasts to
swell, tightening the seal around his head even more. karl had also
become aroused despite the hell he was in, which didn't go unnoticed
by roya. finally, karl was allowed some relief when he lost
consciousness. a few minutes passed and now roya proceeded to sit on
karl's face, facing his legs. she placed her feet under his head, and
opened up her cavernous buttocks by spreading open her ass-cheeks. she
lowered her rear deck and allowed her twin meaty hemispheres to close
around karl's head, swallowing it up totally and causing it to
disappear completely from view. roya pushed karl's head upwards even
more by pressing up with the arch of her feet. when karl finally
regained consciousness, he was greeted by the completely dark and damp
environment of roya's vast posterior. his screams and cries were
completely muffled, as roya's panties had formed an airtight seal
around his nose and mouth, and karl once again struggled to stay
conscious, which just like before proved to be all in vain. the jewish
amazon maintained her dominant position as long as was necessary for
the neo-nazi to stop moving.

when that point was finally reached, roya released karl, and spent the
next ten minutes relaxing and stretching out her muscles. for karl's
final punishment for that night, roya placed karl in the most painful
and humiliating of all wrestling holds : the mexican ceiling. karl
regained consciousness moments after being placed in the hold. this
had been sped up due to the shooting pain that he felt throughout his
joints and body. roya however, had just began to apply the hold and
was hardly applying any pressure. she warned and teased him in
persian, telling him to brace himself for she was about to slowly
apply more pressure. although karl didn't understand any of the
individual words, he knew full well that what he had just heard from
this jewish amazon was indeed a warning. the pain that he was feeling
started to increase exponentially, as karl started to feel as if his
joints were about to explode and splinter into thousands of pieces, or
that his bones and vertebral column were about to snap and fracture
like toothpicks. all he could do was to scream and beg in german, none
of which roya understood. but just like karl, she didn't need to know
any german to get the gist of his message : he was begging her for
mercy as he didn't want to be crippled for the rest of his life. still
remembering the swastika, roya was still seeing red, and intent on
punishing him even more. she was about to permanently injure and
destroy him, when a thought flashed through her mind, and a
mischievous smile formed on her face. after ten seconds of
contemplation, she decided not to apply any more pressure. she held
him like that for a few more minutes and finally released him. when
karl finally hit the ground, his body was quivering with such
intensity that it seemed as if he was having a seizure. roya spent the
next several minutes walking all over karl's body, squeezing it with
her feet and toes, acting and feeling that she now owned him. at long
long last karl's ordeal was over. knowing that he wasn't going
anywhere anytime soon, roya went back to her room and retrieved a pair
of her silk stockings. she returned to the basement and proceeded to
wrap her stockings around his arms and legs, until it seemed as if
karl had been wrapped up in a cocoon. and with that karl's torture at
the hands of roya finally ended.

ever since roya had set out to punish and destroy karl, hans and otto
had been made to watch that awesome spectacle, courtesy of roshanak
and afsoon. hans and otto watched the demonstration with a mixture of
anxiety, horror and awe. and now, it was their turn to pay for their
actions, and roshanak and afsoon did not disappoint. the two neo-nazis
suffered the exact same fate at the hands of their jewish persian
tormentresses as karl had suffered at the hands of roya. soon, the
room was filled with the sounds of the neo-nazis begging for mercy in
german, and the sounds of the amazons warning, teasing and taunting
them in persian. roshanak and afsoon proved to be just as able as
their sister in dishing out punishment, and when all was said and
done, hans and otto also found themselves wrapped up in the silk
stockings of the two sisters, and feeling as if they had been run over
by a steamroller. karl had also been made to watch the suffering of
his partners in crime, and it was now that he truly realized what roya
had reduced him to.

by now, the sun was starting to slowly rise over the horizon. the
three sisters decided to go back to bed and get some well needed rest.
they decided not to set their alarm clocks, for they knew that the
neo-nazis that were now laying at their feet would certainly be there
when they woke up. and with that they went up the stairs, turned off
the lights, and closed the door behind them, and walked down the
hallway to their bedrooms, roaring in laughter as they excitedly
discussed what they had just done to the hapless neo-nazis, and what
they might potentially be doing to them when they woke up. hans, karl,
and otto meanwhile had to anxiously wait in total darkness for the
return of their tormentresses, and they had plenty of time to reel in
pain and discomfort, wondering what other forms of punishment awaited
them at the hands of the jewish persian amazons.

the girls woke up at around noon the following day, making this monday of the fourth week of january the second day of captivity for the guys. still in their bras and panties, the girls went to the bathroom to wash their faces and brush their teeth. at the breakfast table, they started talking excitedly and would occasionally break out in laughter. soon, they were back in their bedrooms, putting on the their four-inch high platform heels. they started walking down the hallway towards the basement door, their heels clicking loudly and heavily on the floor. the guys downstairs could almost feel the vibrations as their heels struck the floor. afsoon opened the door to the basement and turned on the lights. the basment was flooded with the bright light, startling the guys. the girls started to descend down the stairs, their heels clacking even louder than before. each clicking sound increased the anxiety level of the hapless neo-nazis, their hearts beating faster and faster as the girls approached them.

roshanak proceeded to untie hans' arms, and said something to him in persian. not understanding a single word of it, he hopped to the bathroom and quickly emptied his bladder. once finished, he exited the bathroom. at this point, roshanak walked up to him, followed by her two sisters. the three sisters formed a ring around him and closed in, pressing into him tightly from all sides. then they proceeded to rub their bodies against him, sideways, upwards, and downwards. soon all of their heart-rates quickened, as did their level of arousal. at this point, roshanak backed away from hans slightly, and took off her bra and panties, and so did her sisters. she tripped him, and hans fell backwards onto the ground. now, roshanak placed her feet on either side of hans' head, and descended slowly onto his face, until her vagina formed an airtight seal on his nose and mouth. roya descended downwards onto his midsection and groin, placing her hands onto roshanak's hips, and afsoon descended onto his legs, placing her hands on roya's hips.

roshanak started to rock on hans' face, forwards, backwards, sideways, and in a circular manner, all the while forcing him to look directly upwards into her eyes. her abundant thick and coarse pubic hairs rubbed against hans' hairless face, making him feel tremendous shame, and less and less like a man. soon, her sisters were also rocking on his body, and a collective rhythm and pattern formed. as the sisters gyrated on his body in unison faster and faster, their level of arousal also started to skyrocket, until they all had crushing orgasms almost simultaneously. wave after wave of orgasm washed over their bodes, their screams and moans filling the room, almost deafening him. with each orgasm, roshanak's vagina erupted like a volcano, its fluids and secretions coating poor hans' face and eyes, making its way into his mouth and down his throat, and into his nose and down his nasal cavity. with the 690 pounds of persian jewish womanhood that was riding him into oblivion and eternity, hans felt more and more like a giant dildo or vibrator, as the sisters used him again and again and again to reach cloud nine. at long long last, the sisters stopped and descended back onto earth. they weren't however quite done yet. they all stood up, turned around 180 degrees, and sat back down on his body.

now, hans had to look up in horror, as roshanak's immense posterior descended lower and lower onto his face, as its twin hemispheres separated, molded around his face, and closed up again, completely swallowing it up in the process, placing his nose flush against the opening of her rectum, and forming an airtight seal, just like last time. once again, hans was reduced to nothing more than a giant vibrator, as the girls used him again and again to climax. as roshanak screamed off the top of her lungs during each orgasm, she would also fart and release the air from her bowels right into his nose. that foulness had nowhere to go but up his nose, into his windpipe, and down into his lungs. to hans, it seemed as if roshanak's bowels were as long as an interstate highway, for there seemed to be no end to how many times she could gas him. in reality, roshanak and the girls had been so caught up in what they were doing, that they had momentarily forgotten about the hapless wretch that was trapped under their magnificent bodies. at long long last, when the sisters were back on earth did they finally remember that someone was lying on the floor beneath them. realizing this, roshanak reluctantly raised her rear deck, giving hans the oxygen he so desperately needed for survival.

the girls needed some time to fully recover and regain their senses. this gave hans the opportunity to go back to the bathroom and wash his face and body. as he was washing the girls' bodily secretions off his body, he felt as if he had just been branded by the girls, being claimed as their property, causing him to feel even less manly. once has was clean, he exited the bathroom, and roshanak tied up his arms again.

next it was karl's turn to get abused by the girls. he suffered the exact same ordeal as hans had, the only difference being that it was now roya who was sitting on his face, filling his mouth and cavity with her vaginal secretions, or sharing the malodorous air from her bowels with him. and finally, the last person to be violated and abused by the sisters was otto, with afsoon taking the lead this time. when all was said and one, the germans found their arms and legs securely bound once more by the stockings of their jewish captors. by now, the sun was beginning to set, and the girls had worked up quite an appetite due to all the vigorous exercise that they had taken part in since noon. looming down at them in their high heels, the sisters winked at them and waved goodbye, and made their way up the stairs and out of the basement. the entire time, the neo-nazis' eyes were glued to the backside of the girls, as they gyrated their hips from side to side, and raised each butt-cheek up and down independently of the other one, doing the classic persian girl walk.