This story is not mine. It was downloaded from the web on June 21, 1999, and I rediscovered it in my hard disc, and decided to share. It may have been inspired by the gypsy fight in 007's movie "From Russia With Love" (1963), as the ending is also soft...GYPSY WHIPS
Leto dismounted his horse at the edge of the encampment, bringing the spoils of the day's hunt to be cooked on the smoldering fire-pits. It was twilight and the fierce heat of the day was just starting to ease. The camp was set on a small mesa near the top of the green and gray mountain that the locals called Satan's Peak.
As he approached the campfire, children brought him his soft pillow and chair. An old woman handed him a full bottle of mountain wine. He took a heavy swig, then turned his attention to the camp. Reports were made of events that had transpired in the time he had been gone, and Leto rendered swift decisions on issues and arguments.
He was king of the tribe, a position that carried as much tedium as it did glory. How he longed for the life of abandon and carelessness that he had enjoyed before old Hugo died!
After dinner, he stretched out on pillows and listened to the mandolins sad song. It was then that the same tired subject was again broached, as it was each and every time the gypsy elders gathered.
"It isn't right that our king should not have a wife."
He rolled his eyes at the thought. Certainly, there was no one in his tribe with whom he would want to spend his life. Seeming to read his thoughts, Martin, the old one with no teeth whispered into his ear.
"Tonight, we have a treat for you, a real choice. Two women joined us today from a tribe to the north. Each is a prize and worthier of your attentions than any of the other sows in this pig sty."
Leto was only vaguely interested, "Then, let the whips decide. I am too tired of this foolishness to do so myself."
His wish was obeyed instantly. Too quickly, he thought, noting the enthusiasm on the face of the old man as he went for the whips on the purple wagon.
The music picked up in tempo as the two women were brought before the camp fire.
"This one is Jana," spat the old man, holding the woman's wrist high into the air.
Leto surveyed her. Her large olive-skinned bosom peeked out of the white cotton blouse she wore. The blouse was tucked into a high-waisted black skirt of felt or wool, a tightly-wrapped leather bustier concealing the point at which the garments joined. Her feet were encased in leather boots of the same color.
Jana threw back her long black hair, and looked at him with fiery coal-colored eyes. The stare was arrogant: clearly, she was not used to the lustful gaze of men.
Leto, feeling the first stirrings of arousal, took another drink from his bottle.
"And the other?"
The old man pulled the other figure into the firelight. She was even more exotic. Wearing a long-sleeved shirt of butter-thin chamois, her chest was criss-crossed with the lacings of a black leather vest. She wore a skirt of purple and black and had hair of fiery red. Her lips were thick and round and formed what Leto suspected would be a sensual pillow for sucking and kissing. He could only imagine that her labia would be similarly full.
Side by side, he determined that Jana would have the advantage in strength and killer instinct. But the other girl, who they called Reva, would be more nimble and intelligent.
Right now, Leto would be hard pressed to bet on either woman in the fight but, in the bed, he knew that both would bring their own distinctive pleasures to bear.
Whips were handed to the women.
"In this contest," began the old man, "the winner will be decided by fight and flight. She who flees first, loses. In the event of death, another contest will be held with the survivor pitted against a fresh contestant."
He raised a scarf into the air, and let it drop fluttering to the ground.
Before it landed, the crack of the first whip was heard. Reva put a hand to her face, touching the place where the sting had been felt. There was blood.
Jana, was already winding back the whip for another attack, an evil smile on her thin, pursed lips. She launched the whip with precision, tearing the fabric of the smaller girl's shirt at the shoulder. A small welt could be seen on the woman's smooth skin.
"Are you just going to stand there?" cried the old man to Reva, who was stunned.
Reva had no time to react before the whip found its home on her vest. The leather protected her skin but the string, binding together her vest, was snapped. She rolled to the right, trailing her whip behind, then snapped it forward with a jerky underhand motion.
The suddenness of her movement caught Jana off-guard, and her white blouse ripped at the collar, exposing the larger part of her dark-hued breast. Fiery emotion showed in her face.
She charged the nimble Reva, who smiled and darted quickly to one side, then behind her. Reva planted a boot into Jana's smooth behind, sending her sprawling to the ground.
The crowd roared with laughter and cheers at the small girl's bravado. With theatrical flourish, she faced them and took a bow.
Leto felt his face flush with arousal for the nymphet whose wit surmounted such overpowering force. But he noticed that the combat was heating up.
Jana jumped on her young opponent's back, bringing her to ground like a small calf. She pulled back on the girl's fiery red hair like a horse bridle and placed the handle of her whip in the girl's teeth. Reva rose to all fours like an animal and bucked under Jana's grip. The girl was finally thrown off, but not before ripping the younger woman's chamois blouse into strips.
Reva quickly regained her feet, clutching her whip tightly. Her pendulous breasts hung low, dark nipples hardened in anger and arousal. It was Jana who now stood arrogantly, hands on hips, laughing at her opponent.
Reva flicked her wrist and the whip caught Jana's skirt, making a tear. A second strike followed and the hard braid tattered another section of the black skirt. Then Reva thrust forward, using her head as a battering ram, and knocked the wind from the belly of the stronger woman.
Next, Reva grabbed for a tear in the skirt and ripped it from the black-haired bitch's body. Cat calls and whistles ensued and Leto felt his prick harden at the sight of Jana's fiery muff. The labia were flaming red in the light of the campfire, surrounded by a tangle of black hair.
Jana quickly recovered and grew enraged with her humiliation at the hands of this young girl. She charged and caught the girl around the throat with the leather braiding of her whip.
The two women went down.
"So, you little cxnt," said the attacker, "I thought you came to fight, not to eat my pussy. I thought you wanted a man, not a lesbian like yourself. Let me show you the difference."
She replaced her whip with an arm lock. Reva knew if she moved, her neck would be broken in the crook of the woman's muscular arm.
Jana reached back with her free hand and tore the girl's dress to the crotch. Her pubis exposed, pink and matted with red hair the same color as that on her head, Jana spread her legs wide apart.
Leto had a direct view of the inviting organ, feeling his aroused manhood bulge and press against his pants leg.
"Leto, my lord, would you like this morsel now or shall I make a meal of it to you on our wedding night? It is said that only a virgin can marry a Gypsy King. This girl is no virgin. Here. Let me show you."
She moved the handle of her whip to a position where a single thrust would plunge it into the waiting crevice of Reva's pussy. Leto wanted to protest, but found himself dumbfounded by his own desire.
Jana had to loosen her grip on the girl's neck to position the whip, and Reva was quick to move. She kicked her leg up over her back with the grace of a gymnast and caught Jana's neck, spinning her onto her back.
The tables had turned, and Reva perched over Jana, her snatch precious inches above the bitch's face.
"This woman," she said breathlessly, "is, as you can see, more attracted to her own gender than to yours, my king."
With a plop, she pressed her vagina down onto Jana's face, avoiding her bites and sliding up and down her nose and mouth. Jana's face glistened in the firelight.
Within moments, Reva was totally aroused. Her breasts were full, nipples pointed upwards. Her face was framed in fiery hair, and she licked her sensual lips. She touched the end of her whip to her mouth, licking the phallus it resembled and finally, taking the bulbous head into her mouth.
Leto was ready to have her, his eyes wild with lust and wine. But, Jana was not to be undone so easily. With a mighty thrust of her hips, she wrapped her legs around the throat of the young beauty and yanked her viciously to the ground. Her arms freed, she took the whip from the startled girl's hands and plunged the handle deeply inside her exposed cxnt.
A small trickle of blood ran down Reva's thigh, testimony to her virginity. Reva climaxed at the same moment then rolled off to one side, sobbing.
Women came and covered her with a blanket, helping her to her feet and leading her to one of the wagons. Jana rose to her feet and dusted the soil from her belly and legs. Facing the king, she spoke.
"It is my right. I will be your wife."
Standing in the glow of the campfire, half-naked, whip in hand, she was an imposing figure. Leto saw his fate as her spouse in a moment: a hellish eternity in the arms of a savage beast.
Through the haze, came a thought.
"Yes, it appears that you have won, Jana."
A thin smile cut across her face.
"But, as you pointed out, only a virgin can marry a king."
Her smile became a frown.
Leto unbuckled his belt and withdrew his long, semi-rigid
cock. She stared in arousal and disbelief...and longing. He stroked himself as he spoke.
"Someone must ascertain your virginity, mustn't they."
Mesmerized by his hardening member, she smiled again and dropped to her knees, back to him, her ass pointed upward to meet his thrust.
"My king."
It was difficult to restrain himself, but Leto knew what he must do.
"Oh no. Not me, dearest."
He motioned to the toothless old man who could not believe his good fortune. He fumbled quickly at his belt buckle, praying that he could make it hard after so long.
"Nooo!" cried Jana, looking at the shriveled man. She rose to her feet and fled into the night. Old toothless was visibly disappointed, a rather impressive hard-on in his fist. A kindly fat woman from the tribe smiled at him though, and escorted him into the forest.
Leto smiled. He made a formal pronouncement to his tribe.
"Virginity is a technical thing. It means untouched by man. Since Reva was a virgin until tonight, and did not lose her maidenhead to any man, and since her competitor has fled the fight, I will marry Reva tomorrow."
The crowd cheered for his wisdom and sense of justice. He bowed, and with a wink, climbed the stairs to the wagon where Reva lay. His cock was still aroused and ready.
Before he entered the wagon, he turned to his people one last time, "Now, I must introduce myself to my bride to be."
