The better woman
As before this is a joint effort of myself and the Scribbler *****
Wendy intended to do more than stem Tiffany’s onslaught. She had hoped – no, she had expected – her first kick to damage the brunette, and she had succeeded. What she hadn't expected was that her sudden counter-attack would stop Tiffany dead in her tracks, that she would simply stand there helpless, inviting another attack. She hadn't expected it, but she had certainly taken advantage of the brunette's stupidity, and the result of that – ramming both her feet deep into the brunette's belly – had been even more satisfying than she had hoped.
She scrambled to her feet and backed away. Tiffany had been close to total victory a bare minute ago, and Wendy needed to regroup. She took a few quick breaths, and glanced momentarily at Michelle, who smiled encouragingly at her from the pool’s edge. Wendy smiled in return before turning back to the battered brunette who still lay gasping for breath on her side.
Wendy stepped forward, bent and grabbed Tiffany’s long hair, now damp with sweat. She yanked the brunette halfway up to her knees. Tiffany groaned, but then so did Wendy, “Urrgh!”, as Tiffany’s nails unexpectedly rent her skin in a long gash stretching from just below her bikini to her knee. Tiffany may have been down but she was not out – the bitch was trying to attack her pussy! Wendy’s eyes narrowed in fury and she hissed, “Now you’re gonna get it, cxnt!”
She held onto her enemy’s hair, jerking Tiffany even further upright and bringing her knee up to pound Tiffany’s already shattered abs once more. Tiffany caught the blonde by surprise however, thrusting a hand across her body to parry the blow, knocking Wendy’s leg aside. The brunette pulled her head back despite Wendy’s hold on her hair and, attempting to repeat her earlier success, slammed it forward hoping to drive it deep into the blonde’s tummy.
Hastily Wendy sidestepped, avoiding Tiffany’s attack. Then, as Tiffany’s extended her body in the attempted head butt, Wendy brought her knee up, hammering Tiffany’s side just below her ribs. Tiffany’s collapsed sideways, toppling to the float once again with a groan of pain.
Tiffany clutched her chest with one arm as she fought for breath against the pain that felt like a knife in her ribs. She tried to think, tried to plan how she would fight back, but her mind was numbed with pain and panic. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! It was supposed to be sexy – it was supposed to make Heidi dizzy with desire for her. Instead, it was painful, but worse than the pain was the realization that this bitch was beating her – humiliating her. Not only was she losing, but she was losing but she was being humbled in front of the entire crowd.
Her mind tried once more to grasp the enormity of the situation, to rally her defenses, but all her mind could grasp was that she was failing Heidi. She was going to lose this fight – and that would only be the beginning of the nightmare for her. The thought of Heidi’s bet, and its consequences, terrified her – not so much for what the blonde and her lover might do to Tiffany, but at the thought of everyone at the hotel, including Heidi, knowing her shame.
As Tiffany lay trying to gather her resolve, to find the spirit to fight on, Wendy stalked in a circle around her, her head high, chest thrust out, playing to the crowd as her confidence grew. She smiled at her fallen, battered opponent. Tiffany had taunted her, mocked her, unbalanced Wendy mentally with her clever asides to the pool boys. Now she was a sweat-slicked, exhausted wreck at Wendy’s feet. Tiffany’s generous bosom heaved as she struggled just to breathe, her left breast almost out of her tight-stretched bikini top, the dark surround of her nipple peeping around the edge of the damp, almost sheer fabric.
The brunette’s lover – Heidi – had been just as arrogant as Tiffany. She had goaded Michelle into betting Wendy’s servitude for the night on the outcome of the fight. Now, that bet was about to backfire on her with crushing force. Wendy smiled to herself as she glanced across the water to where Heidi sat watching. She relished the look of horror in Heidi’s eyes as she gazed upon her ravaged lover, but when she met Heidi’s gaze, her eyes betrayed an entirely different set of emotions. Was that admiration? Envy? No – Wendy felt a thrill as she realized that it was desire.
A sudden wicked thought occurred to her. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. Beating Tiffany and claiming her for the night would be a delicious victory in itself, but seducing her lover at the same time, taking Heidi by right of conquest – and with Heidi’s own eager acquiescence – would be the sweetest victory of all.
She knew instinctively, what it would take, and got right to work. The fight had just taken on a whole new dimension. It was no longer just about beating Tiffany physically, but about breaking her spirit, about making her and everyone else here – especially Heidi – know that Wendy was the better woman. Wendy smiled at the prospect, remembering how others had tried to get the better of her, from Vic to Michelle. None had succeeded. She had played them. She was going to play Tiffany now. The brunette – and her lover – would know what it meant to be cowed into submission.
She reached down, again seizing Tiffany’s hair, dragging the brunette up onto her knees. Tears of pain brimmed in Tiffany’s eyes as Wendy twisted her head upward, staring contemptuously down into the brunette’s face. “You thought you could beat me?” she asked, her lip curled disdainfully. “You’re nothing!” She slapped Tiffany’s face hard,She could have punched her instead of slapping her. That would have hurt her more, at least physically, but it wasn’t about inflicting physical pain now. Wendy was out to break Tiffany's spirit, and the contemptuous smack would start that process.
Tiffany's scalp burned from Wendy’s ruthless pulling on her hair. Her battered belly churned. She was afraid she might throw up. It even hurt to breathe. In the seconds since Wendy had kicked her so hard – each of those seconds felt like an aeon – she had been reaching into herself, summoning the inner strength to renew the battle, to take the fight to her opponent.
It was all to little avail. All she could think of, was how much she hurt – her cheek, her scalp, her belly, her pride – most of all, her pride. She thought of the audience, watching her being dominated this way. What were they thinking of her? Her head jerked savagely to the side as Wendy’s open hand struck her other cheek. She would have groaned if she had enough breath. Through the fog of pain, anguish and near despair, she heard Wendy’s jeering words, “Take a lot more than you’ve got to take me down, kid.”
Through her tears, she stared out across the pool to where Heidi sat watching. Her eyes were bright, her mouth was open and Tiffany saw her tongue flick rapidly across her lips. That simple, tiny gesture crushed Tiffany’s heart in an iron grip. She knew what that little flick of the tongue meant. She had seen it many times, the prelude to passion. Heidi was turned on – turned on by what she was seeing, by witnessing Tiffany being slowly taken apart by the triumphant blonde, a mouse at the mercy of a vindictive cat. Despair welled up inside her and she let out a pain-filled sob.
Watching, Heidi felt her lover’s anguish. It tore at her heart to see Tiffany in distress., to watch what had been her idle fantasy going so horridly wrong. There was scarcely a murmur from the crowd around the pool and she too heard Wendy’s jeer and felt a surge of anger. Tiffany had been all over Wendy until the blonde’s kick had so suddenly turned the fight around. Still, the evidence was right there in front of her – Wendy was telling the truth. Maybe Tiffany really didn’t have what it took. Maybe she lacked the stamina and internal fortitude that it took to endure a conflict like this. Maybe she just wasn’t good enough.
Nevertheless, she loathed the blonde for belittling Tiffany that way – or at least she wanted to. Even greater than her dismay at seeing Tiffany so demeaned was her horror at her own reaction to the spectacle. She could feel her skin prickling with desire – not for Tiffany but for Wendy. She blushed with shame, but also with lust. A fire began to smolder deep in her belly. She blushed even more deeply as she realized she was licking her lips – and her shame grew exponentially as she saw the look on Tiffany’s tear-stained face. She knew.
As she watched, Wendy leaned over Tiffany, ready to fire another slap at her face, but suddenly Tiffany unleashed a punch that pounded Wendy’s boobs. Wendy’s arms flew wide and she staggered backwards, jerking her hand free from Tiffany’s hair. Heidi felt a rush of elation – but also a strange, shameful twinge of disappointment – as she saw Tiffany rise and launch another unanswered punch, this one hammering the blonde’s face. She raised a cheer, though she knew that she and Tiffany would have words once her lover had disposed of the blonde.
Wendy reeled backward, getting her arms up, trying to protect her face as she shook her head to clear her vision. She had been over confident. She had thought Tiffany was finished. She had been wrong. She promised herself that she wouldn’t make that mistake again. She ducked and wove, parrying Tiffany’s punches. The pace of the brunette’s attack slowed and she sensed that Tiffany was tiring from the reduced power of her blows. Wendy continued to defend, biding her time. Confident that Tiffany would run out of wind, she awaited her chance.
She didn’t have long to wait. As Tiffany tried to grab at Wendy’s hair, to pull the blonde onto her upraised knee, she over-reached and left herself open. Wendy saw her chance and counter-attacked, ramming her fist into the brunette’s chest, crushing her left breast against her ribs. Tiffany grunted hard and her attack faltered. She stepped back, , her chest heaving, her face red, drawn with pain and fatigue. Wendy kicked again and her foot dug deep into Tiffany’s already injured belly. The brunette staggered, her eyes wide, her mouth open in an agonized gasp. Wendy surged forward, slamming unanswered punches into Tiffany’s face and upper body.
Heidi looked on, horrified as Tiffany withered under Wendy’s' renewed onslaught. She had hoped for a moment that Tiffany's comeback would indeed turn the fight around once more. For a moment it had looked like it would, but Tiffany had been too ambitious. In reaching to grab at Wendy’s hair, she had left her own body defenseless.
Surely, Heidi thought, no serious fighter would have done that. Had her lover forgotten all her training? Tiffany’s inexperience had betrayed her and Wendy clearly knew how to take advantage of that weakness. She looked at the blonde once more, noting the way her muscles rippled beneath her sweat-slicked skin as she pressed her attack against the wilting Tiffany. Heidi’s horror at the punishment the blonde was unleashing on Tiffany was mingled with increasing admiration for her skill, and that admiration once more began to morph into a dark attraction. She shifted in her seat, feeling the flush of desire once more in her cheeks, creeping down her neck. As she watched Tiffany's attempts at defense grow ever weaker – at first she had blocked maybe two punches or kicks out of every three, but that ratio was soon reversed – she felt her nipples grow hard. Her tongue flicked out across her dry lips.
Wendy slowed her pace. She knew Tiffany’s defense was weakening, her attack now nonexistent. There was no need to hurry now – she knew she could take her time. She too licked her lips. This was going to be fun.
She reached forward, slapping Tiffany’s face repeatedly, taunting her. “You…just…don’t…have…what…it…takes!” she punctuated her words with each stinging slap. Tiffany brought her hands up to protect her face. There were tears in her eyes as she recognized the truth of Wendy’s words.
Tiffany’s boobs were now swinging free of her displaced bikini top, the smooth flesh reddened and blotched from Wendy’s blows, her nipples hard and swollen, flushed dark. Wendy went after them again, slapping hard, bouncing Tiffany’s left breast into the right, making them jiggle. There was a roar of approval from the crowd. They were firmly on her side now. She planned to give them a show.
Tiffany yelped as Wendy slapped her left breast again, then her right. The blows were not hard, more teasing than damaging, but she dropped her hands again. Immediately Wendy switched her attack back to Tiffany’s face, slapping her cheek again. Tiffany tried to scurry away but her legs felt like lead and besides, she realized again just how limited her options were, trapped on the small float.
“Left cheek!” Wendy called out, loud enough for the audience to hear. She slapped Tiffany’s left cheek hard, snapping Tiffany’s head to the right. Tiffany stumbled, trying to keep her balance, trying to avoid dropping to her knees again. “Midsection!” The blonde’s fist pounded Tiffany’s tummy. Tiffany doubled over with a strangled gasp.
Wendy looked past Tiffany to Heidi. She saw the look on Heidi’s face – the battle of emotions – and she smiled. “She’s mine – for what she’s worth!” she crowed. “No – make that
ours for the night!” She laughed maliciously.
Heidi needed no reminder of what was at stake. Nor did she need reminding how this had all started – when she had watched that unknown woman destroy Becca Buchan. She remembered Becca striding confidently, even smugly around David Amery's house, playing the hostess with David's arm around her, welcoming his guests. She had been so sure of herself, confident and even condescending when she was talking to the blonde who had presumed to cross her. In less than ten minutes though, the blonde had trashed her, had transformed the oh-so-confident Becca from the lady of the manor into a sobbing, defeated mess. What was more, Heidi had meant exactly what she had told Tiffany – the victorious, anonymous blonde could have had anyone in the room after winning that fight. She could certainly have had Heidi. Heidi had stood there trembling, lusting for her.
Now, as she watched the confident Wendy demolish Tiffany, she felt the same emotions. She lusted for Wendy too, despite the fact that she was defeating – humbling, humiliating – Heidi’s own lover. Heidi tried to push that lust down deep inside her, reminding herself how much she loved Tiffany, but to no avail. The lust surged up inside her and she realized with a rush of shame that she was actually squirming in her chair. She wanted Wendy with a longing that was a physical ache in her chest. From the look in the blonde’s eyes, she was sure that Wendy would derive equal enjoyment from a victory fuck with her, if only to remind Tiffany of what she had lost. Her mind seething with conflicting emotions, she watched as Wendy continued her onslaught, pounding Tiffany with a double hammer blow to the back of her neck, driving the brunette to her knees.
Wendy reached forward over Tiffany to seize her hair and jerk her head up, blatantly exposing her own stomach in utter contempt for her opponent’s fighting prowess. Again though, she was too confident. Tiffany was down but not yet out and seized the opportunity as Wendy stretched over her. She slammed her fist deep into the blonde’s belly. She felt it sink home and heard Wendy’s agonized hiss of pain and surprise.
As her blonde torturer stumbled backward, clutching her belly, Tiffany raised one knee and pushed up on it with both hands. It had taken almost all her remaining strength to fend off Wendy’s attack, and she was not sure she could make it to her feet, but stand she did, though she was hunched over and blinking in the sun’s glare reflected by the water, swaying, fighting to focus through the pain – through the fear – and concentrate her strength and her will once again on the fight.
Drawing again on what she knew only too well was her fast-diminishing well of strength and determination, she turned her gaze to her enemy, clearing everything from her mind except defending herself, on driving Wendy back, on hurting her. She reminded herself sternly that she was not beaten yet. She stepped forward, fists raised. There were cheers from the crowd.
Wendy’s surprise at Tiffany’s resurgence was short lived. She had been shocked when Tiffany’s punch had hit her hard in the pit of her stomach, but she had been more surprised than hurt. She had retreated but only to regroup and to inwardly scold herself for being over confident. She had underestimated the brunette for the second time. She did not think her luck would hold out for a third. She would take no chances from here on. She would put Tiffany down – hard.
She watched Tiffany rise, slowly and unsteadily, pain and exhaustion evident in every movement. The brunette was fit and fast, but fighting wasn’t just about knowing how to do the moves. It was about spirit, tenacity and sheer willpower. Tiffany was already learning a harsh lesson in humility. Wendy was about to make that lesson even harder. . “The bitch is out of gas,” she muttered to herself.
She stepped forward. Tiffany fired a punch at her face, but telegraphed the blow like a raw amateur. Wendy ducked it easily. The punch went over her head. Tiffany stumbled forward, off-balance. Wendy sprang at her, hammering her head into Tiffany’s tummy again. Tiffany staggered and groaned, doubling over once more as her devastated abs took yet another fierce blow. Wendy stood upright, spinning to the side, and pushed almost gentlyon Tiffany’s shoulder. The brunette crumpled to her knees, then toppled to her side on the float.
Wendy smiled. “Come on, sweetie. A bit shaky, huh? You need some help to stand?” She stretched out her hand as if to help Tiffany up. Tiffany hissed angrily at her, and she stepped back with a grin. “Please yourself, honey.” She smiled and stood waiting as Tiffany slowly rose to her feet once more. She swayed on her feet, her shoulders hunched, her arms hanging at her sides. Wendy kicked almost lazily, as one might kick a pebble down the road. Her foot sank deep into the pit of Tiffany’s stomach.
That’s how it’s done, bitch! Wendy thought to herself. Tiffany tried too late to step out of the way, or maybe she was too slow to start moving. Either way, it didn’t matter. The impact whipped Tiffany forward at the waist. She lost her balance as she threw both arms across her ravaged belly, and slumped to her knees with an agonized whimper, lacking the breath to cry out.
Tiffany knew it was over. She was beaten. The blonde had outfought her. All she could hope for, was to get out of this with some shred of her pride still intact. Maybe – just maybe – Wendy would let her go without completely humiliating her. Right now, she wanted to be anywhere but here on the float. She could not bring herself to look at the audience – especially not at Heidi. Instead she looked up through tears of despair and shame at her victorious foe, hoping for some hint of compassion, of pity. Instead she saw disdain, fierce joy and wicked anticipation on the blonde’s face, and she shuddered.
Again Wendy stepped back. She raised both arms in front of her and made a contemptuous upward motion with both her hands. “Come on, sweetie, up you get! Show us what you got!” Tiffany’s breasts bobbed, her shoulders rising and falling as she fought to breathe. She stared at Wendy, then blushed in embarrassment as she crowd began to chant, “Up! Up! UP!”
Wendy stayed back as Tiffany rose, even slower this time, showing her foe just how little fear – how little respect – she had for her. Tiffany stood for a moment, stumbled and barely caught herself as she took a step backward. Wendy let her recover her balance, then lunged forward, her right arm lashing out like a striking snake. The heel of her open hand struck Tiffany in the center of her chest, between her breasts. Tiffany let out a breathless grunt and stumbled backward another step. Too late she realized how close she was to the edge of the float – perhaps she only realized when her left foot sank into the water rather than finding the rubber matting of the float – and her pained expression turned to one of shock and terror as her arms flailed wildly, her hands clawing at empty air. She toppled backwards into the pool with a massive splash as the crowd roared in delight.
Wendy watched as Tiffany thrashed about in the water, expending what little remained of her strength. At last she bent over, reached down and seized Tiffany by the hair, dragging her back to the edge of the float. Sinking to one knee, she hauled Tiffany half out of the water, until the edge of the float was across her back just below her shoulders, then pushed her head down to the rubber mat, arching her back painfully, thrusting her bare breasts up toward the sky, forcing the brunette to stare into her eyes. “You’re finished, bitch!” she sneered. “You’re all mine!”
Tiffany shook her head weakly, as much as she could with Wendy pinning her down by the hair. She knew Wendy was right. She was beaten. She had no strength left with which to fight, and no spirit left to use it, even if she had. Nevertheless, she could not bring herself to admit it, not to the gloating blonde, not in front of Heidi.
Wendy’s lip curled. “To stupid to know when to quit!” She reached out over the edge of the float and spread the fingers of her hand across Tiffany’s tight-stretched tummy. “If you won’t beg, then let’s hear you scream!” She dug her fingers into Tiffany’s tortured abs and twisted hard. Tiffany’s hips bucked and her arms flapped weakly as she screamed in agony for a moment before Wendy relaxed her grip. “Come on, skank…I can do this all day!” Her fingers tightened on Tiffany’s tummy again.
Tiffany stiffened in awful anticipation of the pain to come. She bit her lip hard and then cried out breathlessly, “No! No! Stop!”
Wendy stopped. “You’re done. Say it!”
Tiffany’s voice was a sibilant whisper. “I’m done!”
Wendy’s nails dug into her ravaged belly again, though lightly – a threat. “Say it out loud! Let them hear!”
“I’m done!” Tiffany called out, half gasp, half sob. She seemed to sag against the side of the float, like a rag doll.
Wendy smiled. “Oh honey, you’re not even
close to done yet. This isn’t over for you, not till sunrise tomorrow.” She reached out further and hooked her fingers into the front of Tiffany’s thong. With a explosive grunt of effort, she hauled Tiffany bodily out of the water, dumping her sideways on the float like a sack of potatoes, jerking the thong up between her pussy lips in the process and making Tiffany wail pitifully in pain.
The blonde stood, still holding the bedraggled Tiffany by the hair, and dragged her a few feet away from the edge of the float, holding her up as she swayed unsteadily on her knees. Her wet hair was plastered across her face in a tangled mass. Her thong was stretched out, ruined and hung half-way down her thighs, exposing her swollen nether lips and the neatly trimmed, inch-wide landing strip of her pubes to the eager eyes of the audience. Her breasts swung back and forth as Wendy shook her gently, teasingly. Water dripped from the tips of her erect nipples.
Heidi bit her lower lip hard in an effort to keep from moaning. She realized she was sitting stiffly with both hands pressed hard into her lap. It took a supreme effort of will to keep from fingering herself, from openly cheering for Wendy. The triumphant blonde exuded power, strength, dominance – all the qualities Heidi admired and wanted. Tiffany did not. Heidi could hardly bear to look at her, a disheveled mess kneeling submissively before the victorious, magnificent Wendy.
She jumped at a touch on her shoulder, and whipped her head around. Michelle, Wendy’s partner, stood behind her, to her left. She smiled knowingly at Heidi, and her fingers trailed across the bare skin of Heidi’s shoulder to the back of her neck, beneath her hair. Heidi shivered and could not restrain a lascivious moan. Michelle’s smile grew wider, more satisfied.
Wendy called out loudly, “Hey, Mr Harvard Business School…let’s get this barge to the dock!” The pool boy who had escorted Tiffany and Wendy earlier bent to the control box at the pool’s edge, and the float began to move slowly in a string of ripples, toward where Heidi sat.
As it grew closer, Heidi could see the blotches on Tiffany’s once-unblemished skin where Wendy’s fingers had gripped her, the red patches where the blonde’s fists had hit home. She could see the shock, the exhaustion, the defeat on Tiffany’s face, but she could not bring herself to look into Tiffany’s eyes. Instead she looked up at Wendy, and saw that the blonde was staring straight back at her – hungrily.
As the float bumped the side of the pool, Michelle’s hand tightened in Heidi’s hair, drawing hair firmly, though not roughly, to her feet. She felt as though her knees might buckle, but she took several steps forward with Michelle’s fingers still guiding her by her neck.
Wendy glanced down at Tiffany who still knelt at her feet. “You don’t have what it takes, do you?” Tiffany said nothing for a moment. Wendy slapped her face. “I can’t hear you, nor can anyone else. Speak up!”
Tiffany gave a tiny sob. “No,” she whimpered.
“No
what? Show some manners!” Wendy slapped Tiffany’s face again
“No Miss,” said Tiffany tremulously. “I don’t have what it takes.”
“Who’s the better woman?”
“You are, Ms Wendy.” Tiffany’s head was bowed, her whole body cowed, her eyes fixed firmly on the paved pool edge.
Wendy turned her eyes back to Heidi. This time Heidi needed no guidance from Michelle. She stepped across from the pool’s edge onto the float, and did not flinch as Wendy’s arm slipped around her waist, drawing her close, her chest pressing firmly into Wendy’s glistening breasts. Their lips met and Heidi moaned needfully as her mouth opened, inviting Wendy’s tongue inside.
Tiffany heard the sound – knew the sound so well – and it felt like a dagger in her heart to know that it was not for her. She wondered if it would ever be for her, ever again. She hung her head and sobbed.
Without breaking the kiss, Wendy drew Tiffany halfway up to her feet and shoved her forward, off the float, onto the poolside. Michelle caught her with a hand in her hair and stepped back, dragging Tiffany with her, holding her as Wendy had done a moment before. Her head still bowed, peering with tear-filled eyes through the matted curtain of her hair, Tiffany watched as the float began to retreat again across the expanse of the pool, carrying Wendy and Heidi with it.
Heidi did not even look back.
THE END
