The Pride of Galloway, Ch 12
The dining room of the restaurant was dimly lit by the electric lights that ran along the top of the interior and rear walls. The fixtures of the old candle lighting, relics from only a few years ago, still hung from the ceiling over the tables. Miss Amanda Perrione was sitting alone at a table near the back of the seating area, and one of the new electric lights was directly above her, buzzing away as she sipped her wine. In her early twenties, her light brown hair hanging down to her shoulders in loose curls, she was a very pretty and athletic young woman who enjoyed physical competition against other women. She wore a white dress that showed off her moderate, firm breasts and her very capable body, especially her powerful lower body. One thing she very much appreciated about the city was that women were allowed to wear more revealing clothing than in the countryside. She had finished her salad and was waiting for her cut of lamb, and she was thinking of the last few days. After the three of them had arrived in Dobbinshire, she had avoided the rooms she shared with Natalie and Simone. They were in the city so that Simone could use her connections to arrange matches for them, but since their train ride together Amanda had felt little desire to stay with them. She was very much interested in competing while she in Dobbinshire but she also had had all she could stand of the company of the other two women. Simone and Natalie had demonstrated no interest in being around her, and for Amanda the feeling was mutual. For those two women, competition was a dalliance, something to do as a pastime, but Amanda wanted something more.
However, she was not sure what that was. After leaving her family behind, she had come into command of her own troupe of competing women. They traveled and put on shows, wrestling each other—or local women who stepped forward—in matches that were competitive but still respectful, so that they were not trying to injure each other but they still were trying to win. It was her troupe that had brought her into contact with Natalie, which had led to her accompanying them on the trip. But although Amanda had managed her own business and had been on her own in the world in a way that neither Simone nor Natalie had been, she had felt excluded from their company in some way. She felt as if they had brought her along so that they could use her and that they did not see her as a peer, as a fellow lady. And she was not their peer, she knew, and unless she married a man who could confer that status on her she never would be. But while she enjoyed using men well enough, marrying a man would rob her of her ability to make her own decisions. And most importantly, she would either lose her right to compete physically with other women or she would end up with a man who wanted to exploit her for that. Neither of those possibilities was acceptable to Amanda Perrione.
While she was still waiting for her lamb, Amanda noticed a couple sit at one of the tables across from her. It was a young couple, a very attractive man and woman who looked to be of West African descent. The man was tall with a chiseled face and sharply cut beard who wore a suit that fit him very well, in Amanda’s opinion. She allowed her eyes to slide down the back of his jacket and to linger on the swell of his ass as he maneuvered to seat the woman. Amanda shifted her eyes from the husband’s backside to the wife’s face and found the woman to be staring directly at her. The woman was very attractive. Her complexion was very dark, as was her hair, which hung in tight curls around her face and down well past her shoulders. She was wearing an off-the-shoulders dress that clung tightly to her body, and she had a very impressive body. Her bosom swelled up from the front of her dress very impressively, and she had a tight stomach and legs that seemed to Amanda to be very strong. Amanda ran her eyes down the woman’s body and then up to her face, which was rather wide, with alert eyes and a thin nose. Amanda returned her stare, noting when the woman ran her eyes up and down Amanda’s body as she had hers, and then she returned her gaze to the woman’s husband as he took his own seat. The wife was facing more toward Amanda and the husband mostly away from her. The two women held eyes and then the waiter brought them a bottle of wine and Amanda began eating her lamb.
The lamb was moist and soft and Amanda chewed slowly, savoring each bite, and sipped from her glass of wine, and as she consumed her meal she could feel the woman at the other table repeatedly glance at her. However, she kept her own eyes fixed straight forward or down at her meal. Instead, she thought of the matches she had fought while she had been in charge of her troupe of women and she thought also of the relationships she had formed with those women, nights on the road when they had stayed up playing cards, drinking, and sometimes inviting into their tent or, sometimes, the woods one of their male staff who doubled as security and labor. When she was nearly done with her meal, she rose and went to the ladies’ room, taking care to take the long way around so that she went past the new couple’s table. And as she went by their table, she slowed down and allowed her well-formed bottom to roll and sway in an exaggerated way and then at the crucial moment she glanced down and smiled at the husband, just for an instant. And then she was passing into the ladies’ room and she could just hear the loud clank of a fork and knife on the wood of the tabletop behind her. The ladies’ room was quite nice, with a small waiting area with a couch and vanity before you reached the facilities themselves. Amanda took a seat on the couch and waited patiently.
But the other woman never entered. Amanda sat by herself, becoming more aggravated by the thought that the woman had not followed her in than she had been by the woman’s glaring at her to begin with. Finally, she gave up and went back out to the dining room, nearly expecting to be jumped as she came out of the restroom. Rather, she found the couple’s table empty and then, when she returned to her own, that her meal had been paid for and that someone was waiting for her in the restaurant’s bar, which was located in an adjoining room. Normally, ladies were not permitted in such places, but it seemed that the social rules in Dobbinshire were rather plastic. The husband was sitting at the bar, alone. Amanda was mildly surprised at this and she crossed the room and took the seat next to him.
“I’d like to buy you a drink, if you are amenable,” he said, smiling gently. He signaled for the waiter to bring a neat whiskey, the same as he was drinking. “My name is Corbin, Corbin Olowe. I believe that you were hoping to meet my wife, Galia.”
“I’m still hoping to meet her,” Amanda replied. “My name is Amanda.”
Corbin laughed at that and sipped his whiskey. “She feels the same, trust me. You really had an affect on her tonight. Got her emotions running on high.”
“Well, it wasn’t her emotions I was hoping to touch. And I’m surprised that she was okay with your having a drink with me without her present.” They were speaking in lowered voices now.
“I confess that I had to persuade her not to follow you into the ladies’ room. But she and I have to be careful.”
“It seems like you’re doing quite well,” Amanda said. “You got them to allow a single lady into the bar to drink with a married man.”
“We are very comfortable, yes. And there is some tolerance here for our appetites, but still, best not to strain things when we don’t have to.”
“By brawling in a restaurant where the boring people might see something exciting?” Amanda asked. “Something they might even enjoy?”
“Yes, something like that.”
“I expect that you are about to propose that your wife and I meet somewhere more exclusive.”
“Again, something like that.”
“And why would I trust a pair of strangers enough to go into an unknown situation?”
“I’m confident that our reputation will carry the day. That, and the amount of money you’d stand to earn. I’m guessing that you don’t have a family or husband who’s keeping you in this circle.”
“You’d be right about that.”
“So you’re open to doing this sort of thing on a more professional basis? Good. But, you do understand that we have to do a little checking. In the interim, why don’t you tell me a little about your history?”
“And you’d enjoy hearing about that?” Amanda asked, finishing her whiskey.
“Perhaps,” Corbin said with a chuckle. “But regardless of my enjoyment, there must be something. Our social standing is important, after all. I have to know that you can put on a good show before we talk details.”
“Rather than tell you a story that might be fake, why don’t we find a more tangible demonstration?”
And so, an hour later, Amanda and Corbin met at a streetcorner some blocks away. Both them were wearing quite different attire, something that would fit in and that, for Amanda at least, wouldn’t be missed if destroyed. Corbin was wearing a jacket with a long tail and tophat that he had borrowed from one of his staff, and with his formal bearing he would seem to be a manager or floor boss of some factory. Amanda had put on long pants and a man’s cotton shirt that was a size too small, emphasizing the womanly form of her firm bosom. Corbin had picked up a cigar while at home, and he stood under to the streetlight, smoking, as he and Amanda appraised each other in their new costumes.
“Did you bring one for me?” Amanda asked, mimicking smoking.
Corbin handed her a cigar from the case and commented, “I wonder where you picked up the taste.”
“You can wonder all you like,” she answered, taking a match as well and lighting it before they set off. The cigar was small and light and she appreciated its burn for a second before they set off.
They went to The Windward Bay, a bar popular with the men and women who worked in or around the docks. It was a Saturday night, and the men had money to spend and the women were looking to have it spent on them. And some of those women had money of their own, as it was becoming more common for women to work in the rough and tumble trades that loaded and unloaded the ships in the harbor. Inside, it was dark and loud and there was sawdust on the floor. The bar itself ran along the wall on the left side of the room and the rest of it was tables and booths. It was not too full, but the people who were there were living it up, most of them drinking and grabbing and shoving. There were some women scattered around the room, but the only young and attractive women were standing together at the bar. With Corbin at her heel, Amanda stepped down from the entryway and crossed and took up a station at the end of the bar, where the young women would be able to see them both. She and Corbin both ordered a beer and they stood together, smiling and leaning on each other. While they did Amanda made a quick scan of the girls nearby. There were several but two stood out as the leaders. They were the prettiest and the loudest talkers and they had already both made eyes at Corbin, and the blonde was the prettiest girl in the bar, or at least before Amanda had entered. The taller girl was a blonde with very large breasts and the other was a slender redhead who was a little shorter than Amanda. Both were dressed similarly to her and the blonde was obviously sizing up Amanda. Amanda was just thinking how best to initiate contact with the two of them when the blonde came over to them, with the redhead trailing quickly behind her.
The redhead slid right past Amanda, bumping into her very slightly but noticeably with her shoulder as she went by, and stood between her and Corbin.
“Haven’t seen you in here before,” the blonde said.
“Hey!” Amanda said loudly. Her anger was not part of their act.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” the blonde said without turning away from Corbin. “Buy a girl a drink? Or two girls?” she added, glancing at her friend, who had joined her on the far side from Amanda.
“I sure as shit was talking to you,” Amanda said, and she pulled her about by the shoulder.
The two young women were now standing nearly nose to nose and they stared into each other’s eyes. Corbin tried to say something to deescalate the situation—whether sincerely or as part of their act Amanda was not sure—but neither acknowledged him, and he did not make further effort. Amanda was still holding the cigar in her right hand, which was still braced against the bar, and the blonde stepped in even closer, close enough that their bosoms touched lightly, and she put her hand on Amanda’s wrist so that she could not use the lit cigar.
“That’s a nasty,” the blonde started, but she never got a chance to finish.
With her left, Amanda clocked the blonde on the side of her head, and she slumped against the bar, dazed. Amanda immediately turned and hit the redhead, who had been coming at her already, and sent her tumbling back into a table. She was going to advance on her when she felt herself grabbed from behind by the blonde. She yanked Amanda backwards by the hair and twisting her around flung her into the bar. Amanda hit her chest right on the ledge and then the blonde slammed her face down flat on the bar immediately and Amanda was hurt. She ached and burned in her chest and her forehead and then the blonde dragged her off the bar and squaring her up hit her across the face. Amanda was sent flying backwards and she collided with one of the tables. The patrons scattered and she fell onto her back and then rolled slowly onto the floor. Her brain was yelling at her to stand up but her body was moving too slowly. The sawdust was on her shirt and her skin and in her hair. Then, as she was rising, bracing herself on the table, she felt warm beer landing on her. It ran through her hair and down into her face, into her eyes, and some of it got down the back of her shirt. On one knee, one hand on the table top, she wiped her eyes clear and saw the blonde standing over her, holding the empty glass over her.
“Thought you could use a wash,” the blonde said, smirking.
Then the blonde reached down for her hair but Amanda slugged her in the stomach with a straight right. She got back to her feet and she and the blonde squared off, hands up, and they started to circle each other. They both threw punches that missed and then Amanda hit her across the face and then nailed her with a right and a left into her very large breasts. The blonde stepped back, clutching her chest and groaning, but before Amanda could take advantage the redhead tackled her to the ground. They landed and immediately they were clenched together. Pulling hair, thighs and hips and torsos pressed tight, they rolled back and forth in the sawdust. Soon enough Amanda got on top and began pounding the other girl’s head on the floor, using her hair, and then she clamped onto her throat with both hands. The girl beneath her went wild and was pushing at her face and thrashing and then Amanda took a hard shot to the middle of her back. She went flying off her mount and landed on her side. It was the blonde and Amanda got back to her feet just as the other woman was on her. Amanda hit her in the stomach but she didn’t have her strength back yet and the larger woman grabbed her by the arms and spinning threw her back toward the bar. Amanda hit hard but she got herself up in time and hit the blonde as she was advancing again, this time with enough to hurt her. This time she seized her by the hair on the top of her head with one hand and pulling her head down she slammed her other fist up into her face repeatedly. After three solid hits the blonde went loose and Amanda let her go to turn and face the redhead.
But it was too late. Her second opponent had already gotten up and she was behind Amanda now, grappling with her, and she clamped her arms down over Amanda’s and held her in place. Amanda knew what was coming and she writhed and torqued herself but she could not get free in time. The blonde had recovered herself and she slammed a fist deep into Amanda’s stomach. That slowed her down. Then the blonde stood in front of her while the redhead held her in place and she put her hand on Amanda’s chin and wrenched it back and forth.
“Thought you were a tough little bitch, huh? New girl, come in here and show us up.”
In response, Amanda spit in her face.
The blonde slugged Amanda in the stomach again, so hard she and the redhead holding her both went back a step, and this time all the air rushed out of her. Then the blonde gripped her shirt and ripped it open, exposing her breasts, and then she slapped her across the face. At this point the blonde thought she was done and she stopped to admire her work. And it was then that Amanda kicked her between the legs. Her toes struck home and the blonde dropped straight down, holding herself and gasping for air. The redhead maintained her hold on her and Amanda thrashed under her grip, bucking and twisting, but the smaller woman was strong. As she struggled, Amanda caught sight of Corbin, who was watching her with some mixture of interest and concern, and then she saw that there were two men with their hands on him, impeding him. She was not sure whether he had tried to interfere and that might mean that he had lost confidence in her. Amanda surged and she drove herself and the redhead backward and she felt the hard thud of the redhead’s colliding with the bar and she heard her moan in pain, her mouth next to Amanda’s ear. The redhead’s body went loose and Amanda spun loose, dipping her shoulder and twisting her hips so that she popped out. She turned and faced the other woman, who was staring blankly at her, and she clipped her across the face with a vicious slap that spun her victim all the way around and sent her sliding to the ground. Then she turned to deal with the blonde.
The blonde had been lying on the ground, still clutching at herself, but she saw Amanda coming for her and tried to rise. In response Amanda dove at her as she was coming up and the two women crashed together. Amanda’s force put the blonde back down on her back and the two of them clung tightly to each other. Pulling hair, faces and bodies pressed tight, they rolled back and forth on the floor, turning over each other. Amanda was dimly aware of the feet and legs of the bar patrons gathered around them as they fought. They yanked at hair and then they both hit and clutched at each other’s bodies and Amanda tore open the blonde’s shirt, repairing the damage done to hers earlier. Bare breasts and flat stomachs smacked together. Finally, Amanda got on top of the blonde. She was sitting on her stomach and then she slid up so that she had the blonde’s right arm pinned under her leg and holding her by the hair she peppered her face with short punches. The blonde was bucking her hips and pushing with her free hand and then, before she could pour down more damage, Amanda saw the other girls who had been standing with her two opponents when she first came into the bar. She started to rise, exhausted now, but ready to meet them and whatever they wanted to bring at her. And then Corbin got free and came through the crowd and swooping Amanda up they got out of the bar.
They ran down the street and ducked into an alley to make sure that none of the girls’ friends were following them. It was raining now and they stood together in the shadows with the loud and cold splatter of raindrops on their heads and shoulders and the bricks of the buildings and alley around them. Amanda’s heart was racing from the encounter at the bar and without thinking further she pulled Corbin’s face down to hers and kissed him. He pressed her up against the wall and kissed her back, his hard chest against her breasts and his beard scratchy against her face. Her heart went harder and harder and she reached down inside the front of Corbin’s pants and stroked his cock and then she turned him around and went down on her knees and pulled his cock out and began licking it. It made her hot to think that his wife would hate knowing that she had sucked him off in alley after he had watched her fight.
But when they reached the Olowes’ home afterward, Amanda received a surprise. She had expected to fight the wife while the husband watched. But the Olowes were part of a private club of some sort. The couples were very wealthy and they sponsored young, attractive women like Amanda to compete against each other. The couples enjoyed watching these private matches, and they also enjoyed betting on them and getting private time with the young, attractive women afterward. There were quite a few couples in this community, and it seemed like each of them had a young woman they sponsored, a “champion,” as Corbin put it. The Olowes had had such a young woman who represented them, but then she competed against a relative newcomer and had, afterward, declined to participate any further. The Olowes had even offered to increase her purse, but to no effect. This opponent was named Enya and she was young, and smaller, and a stunning beauty with a lean frame and voluptuous breasts. The Olowes explained that they were quite keen for Amanda to represent them against this young woman and to help them to regain their status in the club, as they put it. They also said that the young woman’s sponsors were quite wealthy and, with this dominating victory, had enjoyed making sure that everyone else was aware of their status.
A week later, Amanda entered the living room from one door just as this opponent, Enya, entered from the opposite side. Amanda wore a long white dress and thin white gloves that reached up to her elbows. The bustline of the dress was rather modest, revealing a tight, firm swell of cleavage, and her brunette hair hung free and straight. She crossed to the center of the room with the stride of a natural athlete, quick and strong, and in her strength and her competitive beauty she seemed every inch the true woman. The dress was tight against her torso and her hips and all the way down to where it stopped at her knees, much more revealing and sensual than the dresses proper ladies were in public. The tight material did an excellent job of showing off her well-formed ass and legs and her athletic gifts. Under the dress she wore white lingerie and stockings and went barefoot. As she took her position in the center of the room she got her first look at the other young woman. Her opponent was Chinese and seemed to be a few years younger than Amanda. The Olowes’ account of her was not exaggerated; she was a great beauty, Amanda thought, and she wondered what this other young woman thought of her as they both slid their eyes up and down in that moment before they were addressed. Amanda’s opponent was wearing a black dress and gloves, both of the same style as her own, and she knew that she was dressed the same underneath as well. Enya had surprisingly large breasts for her short stature and lean frame but Amanda judged her opponent might be strong for her size.
The host for the affair was an obese man in a black robe who was lounging on a couch. He had a crooked nose and a bald head and Amanda stared at him for slightly longer than was politic in the same way one might stare at a mangy dog that was too far away to be dangerous. The other guests were arranged to either side of him, the Olowes among them. Both Olowes looked very attractive in formal wear, and Amanda made brief eye contact with both as she took in the room. She did not know the name of the obese man, nor that of any others in the room except the Olowes. The obese man signaled for the two girls to step closer together and they did. They now stood some ten feet from him, near enough that Amanda could feel the other girl’s shoulder next to hers even though their skin did not touch. Every pair of eyes and every thought at that moment was on the two young women.
“First, I’d like to thank you both for coming here tonight and offering this great sport,” the obese man said in a tone of voice that told Amanda that she should not trust anything he said. “We are all deeply appreciative of what you have to offer us this evening, are we not?” he added, looking briefly at his guests. “Let us show our appreciation to Enya and Amanda for what they are providing.” At this they all applauded briefly. “Now, let us begin. Amanda, you are new here, so you’ll go first.”
The Olowes had prepared her for this. Amanda took one step forward and addressed her audience. “Good evening. My name is Amanda, and I’m 24 years old. I’m 5-foot-5 and a C cup.”
“Tell us about your experience,” one of the audience, a middle aged man, prodded.
“I’ve always been very athletic and I’d say I’m naturally very competitive. After I left home, I began working with a group of women who put on wrestling bouts as part of a traveling show. We also hired ourselves out for more competitive private shows. Through one of these I met a few wealthy ladies and, eventually, that led me to this city. Here I met a couple who offered to enroll me in matches like this one.”
“Tell us about what you think of your opponent tonight,” the obese man said.
“Well, she looks very beautiful in that dress, and I’d like to see what she looks like when we’re done tonight.”
“Good answer, thank you,” the obese man said, and gestured for her to step back and for Enya to come forward. “Enya, you’ve come before us three times now and won all three, isn’t that so?” he asked, and she nodded demurely. “Please remind everyone who you are.”
“My name is Enya, and I’m 19 years old and a D cup.” She was speaking so softly it was like the room swallowed up every word she said. She had straight black hair that hung down to the middle of her back and as she spoke she tucked it behind one ear, slowly and seductively, and although Amanda was standing behind her she knew that she was smiling coyly.
“And tell us, Enya, what do you think of your opponent?”
“That she does not belong here and that she is going to learn some harsh lessons tonight.”
“Thank you, Enya. Now, ladies, if you would separate yourselves,” he instructed them, gesturing with one hand for them to step back. “First, the undressing, if you would.”
At this, Amanda and Enya both turned to face each other and they slowly slid off their tight dresses. They were about fifteen feet apart, close enough that each could see every inch of the other, hear every move she made. They removed the dresses slowly, allowing the audience to take in every bend, every move of their hips and jiggle of their breasts as they freed themselves. And they pulled off their long gloves, as they had both been made to trim their nails very short. Soon enough they stood only in demicup bras, panties, and stockings and garters. Their breasts swelled up from the bras, their flat stomachs rose and fell just slightly with their breathing, their shoulders and thighs tense in their anticipation. And their rich gorgeous hair and the fire burning in their catlike eyes.
“The rules,” the obese man said. “We will have 5 complete rounds. A lady can win a round by making her opponent submit or rendering her unconscious. The winner is whoever wins the most rounds of the 5, but we will have all 5 rounds regardless. And there will be accommodations for the winner and consequences for the loser, to be determined at the appropriate time, depending on the condition of the ladies at the conclusion. There are to be no punches to the face and no attempts at blinding or disfigurement. All decisions from the referee will be final,” he added, gesturing at the man in a white shirt and black tie in the corner. “Although I cannot promise that he will be quick to come to your aid should you require it.”
“That’s a shame,” Enya said. She was speaking just as softly as she had before. “I’d like the chance to disfigure her.”
“We can go outside and do this the old-fashioned way,” Amanda replied.
“We have set the odds at 2 to 1 in favor of Enya,” the host interjected. “Who will place their wager now?”
Immediately, one of the couples at the far end from Amanda said that they were putting one thousand pounds on Enya, and then just a beat after them, the single man sitting next to them put down five hundred, also on Enya. When the third bet came in, also on Enya, Amanda saw a smile creep onto her face, and she yearned to leap forward and get at her. The bet had come from the couple next to the Olowes, who would be Enya’s sponsors, just as the Olowes were for Amanda. The couple had a rather dark complexion and dark hair, and the wife was a real beauty with black hair and enormous breasts that spilled up and out of the top of her dress. Finally, Galia Olowe said that they were putting one thousand pounds on Amanda. Silence in response, and then the obese man made one last call and announced the betting period had closed.
“Ladies,” he said, and gestured for them to come together. “You may engage.”
Enya came forward slowly, bent forward at the waist, and she was smiling broadly now. When she saw that smile, Amanda’s heart hammered in her chest and with a loud grunt she sprinted forward. The black-haired beauty was caught by surprised, and when she got into range Amanda threw one leg out in a vicious kick. Her foot struck home, connecting squarely in the center of Enya’s chest, and the blow put her down flat on her back with a loud thud on the carpeted floor. Immediately, Amanda fell upon her. She sat herself across Enya’s waist and seizing her by the hair she banged her head sharply on the floor. Already Enya’s eyes were staring glassily up at the ceiling, and Amanda let go of her hair and began slapping her back and forth. Soon enough Enya was defenseless and limp underneath her, and the referee was calling the fall for Amanda.
Amanda pushed herself up and off of her opponent and returned to the center of the room. She was breathing rather heavily, as much from her nerves and anger as from her exertion, and when she turned and looked back she saw that Enya was still lying on her back. One of her legs was lying flat and the other was bent up, swaying back and forth as if in rhythm to some song playing inside Enya’s mind. They had two minutes of rest between rounds and it was nearly depleted when Enya got to her feet. But as she came back to the center for round 2, she looked like she had recovered well enough from the setback.
“You still want to put me in my place?” Amanda asked.
“I’m going to have fun with you in the consequences,” she answered. “You’ll never want to come back. Just like their last girl.”
The host signaled for them to start and Amanda rushed her again. As Amanda charged forward Enya did not respond and Amanda acted as if she were going for another kick and then as she got close she dove at her. But this time Enya ducked aside at the last instant and Amanda went flying past her and landed on the ground. Before she could recover, she was being yanked upward by the hair and then pulled backwards. Enya was behind her and she wrapped her legs around Amanda’s midsection and squeezed as she was pulling back on her hair. Amanda’s neck was being strained and she flailed with her hands and finally reaching up and behind her she got hold of Enya’s hair. But the angle was bad and she couldn’t generate enough force to convince her to let go. The legs were crushing her waist and her scalp was burning and she let go of her weak hold of the hair and pulled at Enya’s legs. Finally she got her feet unhooked, which gave her some space, and she was able to wriggle loose and get out from between her thighs. But the other woman was still on her, pulling her hair, and as Amanda got herself turned facing the floor so that she could push herself up, Enya alighted on her back again and shoved her face down into the carpet. Enya was now dragging her face back and forth across the coarse grains and her face started burning as intensely as her scalp was. Finally, Amanda slammed both hands down on the carpet and, mustering all of her strength, pushed herself up with a jolt. The suddenness of the move created some space for her and she slid her legs and hips forward and out from under Enya. But the stubborn Chinese beauty kept her hold of her hair. Amanda got to her feet and turning around got hold of Enya’s hair in return.
The two girls were now facing each other, standing, and pulling hard on each other’s hair, so hard that they were both bent forward at the waist. The tops of their heads were touching and both of them were groaning with the strain. Amanda let go of the hair with her right hand and was about to begin driving punches up into Enya’s face when she remembered the rule. Rather, she stepped to the side to come in closer a bit and reaching up seized hold of Enya’s breast. She pulled the large orb out of the bra and squeezed and pinched at her and Enya’s moans of pain grew louder. Amanda was expecting to have her own chest attacked in response but instead Enya brought herself up straight so that they were chest to chest, the sides of their faces pressed together, and Amanda lost her grip on her breast. The women clung together, each pulling on the back of the other’s hair with one hand and gripping or slapping at her opponent’s back or side with the other hand. Amanda felt her bra strap being ripped and she returned the favor, snapping it open with one hard downward tug. Then Amanda felt herself being punched in the side and that, too, she returned in kind. They were turning in a circle, punching, and then suddenly Enya put her leg between Amanda’s and yanked her to the side and down and they fell to the floor together.
It was a scramble and Enya came out on top. They were facing each other, still pulling hair, and Amanda was underneath her. They were both hissing and pulling and snarling and soon they were both slapping at each other’s bodies again. Suddenly Enya hopped up and she was now sitting on top of Amanda and then she wriggled around so that she was squarely atop Amanda’s chest. Quickly, Enya punched Amanda hard in the stomach and then while she was stunned she got Amanda’s right arm pinned under her left leg and she was now free to pound away on Amanda’s stomach with her right fist while fending off Amanda’s attempts to free herself with her left. One punch after another into Amanda’s stomach and she was hurting now. Then Enya slid herself up her body farther and she was now sitting squarely on Amanda’s face. The flesh of her ass was in her face and Amanda tried desperately to push her off of her and Enya pounded away on her stomach and her exposed breasts. At last Amanda tapped her hand on the carpet and Enya had evened it at one round each.
The two girls took their rest standing in the center of the room. They had both tossed away their ruined bras and they stood topless, staring at each other. They were sweating freely now and their hair hung down straight and the effects of their strain showed in the red flesh of their upper chests, their faces, their arms and legs. When the rest period ended, Enya made a smooch with her luscious lips and they came together again. Amanda was more careful this time about rushing in, and she and the other girl circled each other. They were bent forward at the waist, their hair and breasts swaying suggestively as they stepped side to side, their hands outstretched slightly, palms up and at the ready, and after they had circled for a few seconds each girl began flicking her hands out to slap the other. Sound they found their range and open hands landed on arms and a few to the side of the head. Enya was stepping forward and hopping back just a bit with each of her slaps and Amanda timed it and nailed her across the face with an open palm. The smack resounded in the room and Enya squealed and turned partly away, holding her hands up defensively, and Amanda took advantage. She dove and caught hold of one of Enya’s legs and rose up again and yanked, sweeping the other girl off of her feet and putting her down on her back. Amanda was standing over her and she shoved the leg away from her, intending to dive onto her prostate foe, but Enya was ready for it. She kicked up with her other leg and caught Amanda hard on the breast, knocking her over backward. Amanda landed on her side and she was clutching at her bosom, stunned by the sudden pain, and then the Chinese beauty was on top of her. Amanda had her hair yanked back hard, so very hard, and then she found herself being turned onto her stomach. Enya plopped herself onto the small of Amanda’s back and sitting there she seized her by the hair with both hands and pulled her head back with all her strength. She had wrapped the hair around her hands and it was as if she were rowing with it. Amanda’s head was being pulled back so far that she was nearly looking up at the ceiling and her chest was lifted clear of the floor. The pain in her neck and her scalp and her back was outrageous and she was waving her hands wildly but there was no way for her to get free and she cried out that she submitted. Enya immediately let go of her and she flopped face down on the carpet.
“Little girl,” Enya taunted her as Amanda slowly got to her hands and knees. She was panting more from the pain than from the exertion and when she turned to face the voice she saw that Enya was already standing in the center of the room. “Come and face me again. I want to get my claws into you.”
Amanda rose to her feet and silently came back to the center of the room. Everything was silent as the rest period passed. When the host called for them to start they began circling each other again, hands ready, already starting to breathe hard in their fatigue. Enya stepped in to slap her but Amanda got her arm up to deflect and then she nailed her across the face with an open hand. It sent the Chinese girl stumbling back and Amanda rushed her, hitting her in the face and the side of her head with right and left open hands. Enya was quick, though, and she scrambled, skipping backwards and circling away. The two girls reset. Enya again struck first and this time she was ready for Amanda’s reply. The two girls traded slaps to the face and then they came together close. They seized hold of each other’s hair and pulled hard, standing chest to chest, cheeks and foreheads colliding as they shuffled for position. They groaned and strained with effort. Amanda stamped her foot down on Enya’s and then when the smaller girl stumbled she drove her knee up into the bottom of her gut. It bent her over and while she was weakened Amanda, still holding her by the hair, tugged her and spun her in a circle and flung her to the floor. Enya hit the floor hard and lay there dazed and Amanda, shrieking, dove on top of her.
She landed with a solid thud on top of her and the two girls lay like that for an instant before returning to life. Soon enough they were pulling hair again and rolling on the floor, one on top and then the other. Amanda snuck one hand under Enya’s armpit and got hold of the side of her large, full breast. She clamped on hard, squeezing and pulling on the feminine flesh, and soon enough she was rewarded with howling. She rolled the smaller girl onto her back and mounting her, pressing one knee into her stomach, she planted her down into the ground. Enya was pulling her hair hard and with the space between them Amanda’s head was pointed down to the floor. Enya held her like that and began pounding on her upper back but the blows were not hard enough to dissuade her from the grip she had on her breast. Enya was still whining and yelping in pain and then she bit down on Amanda’s bare shoulder and now Amanda was yelping as well. She tried to hold on to the breast but without even intending it she let go of everything and withdrew, freeing herself from the bite. She sat back on her haunches and felt for her shoulder but Enya crashed into her immediately and now Amanda was the bottom and Enya was on top of her. Enya grabbed her breast with one hand and pulled her hair with the other, and Amanda could feel each of her fingers, separately, digging into her flesh. She yanked down on Enya’s hair, pulling her close, and then she clamped her teeth onto her shoulder and bit down hard, returning the wound done to her. Enya shrieked and wriggled but Amanda held on as long as she could. At last the Chinese girl got free of her and crawled away.
Both of them were lying on their left side, Enya facing away and holding her hand over her shoulder, Amanda behind her, glaring hard. She waited and then as her opponent stirred again Amanda struck. She got behind Enya and wrapped her legs around hers and pulled her head back by the hair with one hand. With the other she took hold of her breast, squeezing and crushing the large female sphere. Her victim was trapped, unable to defend herself effectively with one harm trapped under, and Amanda took advantage of the opportunity to repay some of the harm done to her that night. She moved her attention to Enya’s nipple, pulling upward and squeezing with all the strength in her grip, and she was repaid with howling and thrashing from the girl she had caught. She could see the side of Enya’s face, just so, and her eyes were shut tight. This inspired Amanda to let go of her hairpull and to reach around her with that hand and take hold of her other nipple. Now she was twisting and pulling on both of her nipples and Enya was screaming. She did get one hand back to pull some of Amanda’s hair but it was not enough to free herself. Finally, Enya got her legs free and she rolled so that she was on top of Amanda, Amanda on her back, and she turned herself a bit. Amanda now switched to mauling her, gripping her breasts and squeezing, working her fingers in deep, but Enya began whipping her elbow back into Amanda’s ribs and then she was free.
Enya crawled away and rose to her feet, cupping her breasts in her hands and panting for air, and Amanda came up behind her and grabbing her by one harm she spun her in a circle and when she let go Enya went flying. She collided with the wall and fell to the ground. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, sitting with her back against the wall, and Amanda advanced on her. She was swaying her hips as she walked, thinking of Corbin Olowe and the other men with their eyes on her ass, barely concealed in the flimsy and, no doubt, now torn lingerie she wore. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and she pushed it back and then putting her hands at the top of her chest and sweeping down she wiped the layer of sweat off of her exquisite torso. When she reached where Enya sat still leaning against the wall, the Chinese girl’s eyes were open and she stared up at her vacantly. But when Amanda reached down and gripped her by the hair on the top of her head she punched her squarely in her pubic mound with all that she had. Amanda immediately bent over, clutching at herself, all the wind and strength and thought drive from her, and then she sunk down to her knees. She began falling forward and her opponent roughly shoved her so that she fell to the side.
Both girls were still hurt and they were staring at each other, Amanda on her side, still covering herself, Enya now on her hands and knees. The sleek lines of their bare backs and the contours of their feminine breasts and hips and their glistening skin and their wet hair. Enya’s very large breasts swayed under her as she crawled forward. She braced herself against Amanda, who began pushing against her, but she rammed her knee forward into Amanda’s stomach as she lay on her side. Everything left her body and she turned and stared up at the ceiling. She could do nothing to defend herself and Enya sat across her stomach and first slapped her face with rights and lefts and then she grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed her. Amanda could see her fingers digging into her flesh and she moaned. First she pulled on her hair and then she reached around Enya’s arms and grabbed her breasts in return. At first she was trying to cup them and the angle made it less effective but she switched to a vertical grip. It was like she was milking cow udders and she began pulling and squeezing as she did, as if she were draining the life force from the girl who was on top of her, and soon she was rewarded with crying. Enya let go of her breasts and pulled her hands away and the girls were rolling back and forth on the floor again. They were pulling on the hair on the back of the other’s head and slapping on the back and sides but with very little force now in their exhaustion. After what felt like an eternity to both of them they rolled apart and both lay panting on the floor. Amanda was on her back and Enya was on her stomach and the entire room was full of the raspy sound of their breathing.
“Bitch,” Amanda said at last.
“You fat whore,” Enya replied.
And with that the two combatants came to their feet yet again. They stood staring each other and both of them braced their hands on their knees, sucking in great lungfulls of air, their hair and breasts dangling, and then they stood up straight and clashed again. Amanda slapped her across the face and Enya hit her back and then Amanda slapped her across the breasts and then to the face again. Enya was rocked by it and Amanda seized her bodily, arms wrapped around the torso, and they stumbled like that around the room. Amanda had her arms under Enya’s armpits and she was squeezing her and trying to throw her to the ground. Being shorter, Enya’s face was pressed against her shoulder and Enya bit into Amanda’s flesh there, snarling. Amanda shrieked and letting loose she reached up with one hand to pull back on her head. Enya had her by the hair as well with one hand and as she let loose of her bite she slammed her fist up into Amanda’s breast, hard, and while she was stunned from the punch Enya drove her knee up into her stomach and then bit down on her neck muscles and like that she drove her down to the floor on her back. The smaller Chinese girl was sitting on her again and now she gripped her hair with both hands and began slamming her head on the floor and finally Amanda submitted again.
It was now 3 rounds to 1 and Enya had won enough rounds to claim victory. When the host called the end of the round Enya immediately let go of her hair but she maintained her perch atop Amanda and she stared down at her. Then, bracing herself by pressing both of her hands on Amanda’s breasts, she pushed herself up and stood. Amanda lay on the floor for another instant, feeling as if the world was pressing down on her still, and then she rolled over to her hands and knees and rose. Both girls stood in front of the host and their audience, side by side, as the host explained that Enya had claimed her victory and that they would still finish the bout, as per the rules.
“I told you that she didn’t belong here,” Enya said. She seemed to be addressing the couple who sponsored her. Amanda let her gaze shift to the right for a second and she thought that she caught the busty raven-haired beauty smirking at her. “And now I am bringing her home for you.”
“Now Enya, we still have another round to go,” the host admonished her. “You can gloat when we are finished.”
Enya smiled and turned, still smiling, to face Amanda. The two of them stood face to face, staring first into each other’s eyes and then drifting down to examine each other’s bodies, Enya with her enormous bosom and Amanda with her firm breasts and her athletic hips and thighs. And then before the host or referee indicated the end of the rest period they flung themselves forward. They crashed into each other and locked together. Chest to chest, legs churning and feet digging into the carpeting, hands clenched together, cheek to cheek they struggled. They pushed each other back and forth across the open space of the room. Amanda was the larger and stronger girl and she began bullying the Chinese beauty, now driving her across the room, picking up momentum and as they went, step by step, Amanda took control of their test of strength, took control of Enya’s hands, pulling them down and pushing back until at last Enya’s strength failed and she was in danger of getting her arms pinned behind her. In response she again bit into Amanda, this time into the muscles at the base of her neck, and again Amanda responded by letting go of her position and reaching for her hair to pull her mouth away from her flesh. This time Enya threw her arms around Amanda’s torso and her legs around her waist, clenching tight to her, and held on to her bite. And Amanda held tight to her as well. With all the strength that she had remaining she drove herself forward, picking up speed, and then she slammed Enya into the hard wall. They hit with a crash and Amanda herself was stunned by the impact and when she let go of her grip on her opponent the smaller girl dropped to the ground. Enya landed on her bottom and her torso was hitching, her eyes screwed tight, as she tried to regain her breath.
There was a crack in the plaster of the wall where Enya’s back had struck. Amanda stood over her for an instant, staring unthinkingly at the crack, and then she came back to reality. The other girl was still helpless and Amanda gripped her by the hair atop her head and holding her there she slammed her knee into her chest. Once, then twice, and again for a third time. On the first, she caught her squarely in the breast and then the second and third her knee struck hard against her sternum. Pinned against the wall, Enya had nowhere to go and her torso absorbed the entire force of the knees. Amanda was still holding her head by the hair and rotating her a bit so that the side of her face was pointed up she rained down open-handed slaps to the side of her face. When she finally let go, Enya collapsed onto her side. She was lying there with her hands folded across her chest and Amanda took hold of her arm and pulled her out away from the wall and then she plopped herself down onto her stomach, straddling her. The other girl stirred and Amanda clamped her hands onto her breasts and squeezed without mercy. She was mauling her, kneading the flesh like dough, digging in her fingers. The smaller girl responded whether from pain or humiliation or both and she reached up and grabbed Amanda’s hair and pulled with what strength she had. It was not enough and Amanda continued mauling her.
“You bitch,” someone from the audience said. A woman’s voice with an accent. She added, louder now, “She’s had enough. Let her go.”
“She has not yielded and she is still resisting, Lady Ravenna,” the host said. “Let her yield if she has had enough.”
“Hear that,” Amanda said. “They want you to give up.”
In response, Enya hissed and then said, “Still not good enough.”
Amanda spit on her and slapped her across the face and then she took hold of her breasts again. Enya grabbed her breasts but she had nothing left to hurt her with. Amanda slapped her across the face with a right and a left and then another right and Enya went loose under her and it was over at last. Amanda rolled off of her and sat staring at her beautiful face and her magnificent feminine torso, her enormous breasts and her glistening perfect skin. Then she slowly came to her feet and stood in front of the host and the guests.
“I guess she isn’t up to carrying out whatever you had planned for her victory,” she said.
The host might have been smiling at her, but the dark-skinned beauty Amanda had noticed earlier was not. Lady Ravenna. She was staring right at her, nearly right through her. Amanda took note and then when it continued she turned her head and returned her glare.
“You dare stare at me like that, little girl?” Lady Ravenna asked her.
“It seems like I do,” Amanda replied.
The Lady rose and came forward. She was an imposing beauty with an equally imposing figure, and her makeup, hair, and dress were all well-designed to capitalize on her physical gifts. Amanda wondered how she would fare in a physical conflict with her. Amanda was a bit taller but this woman clearly had the attitude and, no doubt, the experience to be a formidable opponent. She also seemed to have the resources to be socially formidable.
“Our champion has beaten her. By the rules, this allows us to set her consequences. I think that we are going to take her with us so that we can better reflect on what has transpired here tonight. That won’t be a problem for you, will it, Galia?” she asked, turning to the Olowes. “Corbin?”
“That will not be a problem at all,” Galia responded in a stern tone.
“Excellent,” Ravenna said.
