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| Belinda knew - she should run as fast, as she could. She was so proud of herself, when she was chosen as a skier for biathlon competition, but she never thought, how hard could it be. So she ran and ran. She was pretty sure, that she will show good shooting skills, but she missed too many times, so now she could save the day only running as fast, as she could. Suddenly she saw a Russian skier, who was near to overtake her. She knew, she couldn't give her a chance to do that. So Belinda tried to tripping her rival up. And few seconds later she realized, that it was not very bright idea. |
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| Both girls fell down in snow, but before Belinda could stand up, the Russian took her skies off and caught the clumsy German, making her stay on all fours. "What are you doing?! That was an accident!" Belinda protested. "I don't care! You cost me leading position, clumsy fool! So I'll show you, how we're dealing with such a fools in my Motherland!" the Russian said and pulled down German's pants and panties, before tearing away some switches from the nearest bush. |
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| Belinda tried to protest, but she was trapped by her own skies, so all she could was screaming and bawling and swearing and begging for mercy, while the switches were painfully landing over her bare, wagging backside. |
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| It took some time. Some very painful and embarrassing time, till all the switches were broken, and the Russian thought, that the German had enough. So she just left her rival burst into tears, put on her skies and run forward. Belinda hardly stand up, but immediately sat down into the snow, to cool her sore bottom off. "Boohoo!" she wept bitterly "I am not number one any longer!" |
