There were about ten of them sitting along the rear porch of the mansion, Natalie and Simone, the De Lucas, who were an Italian couple in their later thirties, two other married couples, and a few single men. It was late in the evening, but one could feel the heavy clouds overhead and the rain that would soon begin. They were sitting on exquisitely designed benches that the De Lucas had imported from Italy, as they had much of the furniture of the house and grounds. The mansion’s back yard consisted of a large open lawn with a pond, in the middle a marble statue of a cherub squirting water from a flute. Natalie was sitting on the far left of the group, and she traced the intricate lines of the bench’s armrest as the others spoke. They were all drinking a red wine, also imported from the De Luca’s homeland, from their own vineyard, they had said. Natalie took another sip and she had to admit that it was very good, probably the best she had had. Lady Ravenna De Luca was holding court, explaining how just the last week, her husband had been careless and spilled some of the same vintage on the rug in their bedroom. Natalie was the Lady Natalie Adair, and she was a wealthy blonde in her early twenties in all the fullness and spectacle of youth. She had blue eyes and a jaw that was rather wider than normal and her face had a deep beauty could look disdainful in a way that made her interlocutor grateful that she was speaking to them. She had large, firm breasts that her dress shaped into a great swell of cleavage, and under her skirt was a flat stomach and broad hips that conveyed a feminine type of power when she put them to use.
“That rug is older than this house,” she exclaimed, “and it took Stefano and his staff an entire day to get the stain out. But he did it. I don’t know what we would do without him.”
The Lady Ravenna spoke with a thick accent, dropping the vowels from the beginning of some words and consonants from the middle of others. And, it seemed to Natalie that everything she said came through her nose as much as it did her mouth. Natalie was staring at her as Lady De Luca went into another story, this time about their inability to find good bread so far north. She tried to convince herself that the Lady had a terrible nose, but it was no use. Lady Ravenna was a great beauty, to be sure, with strong features and a strong personality to match. Her nose and mouth were sharp and prominent in a way that contributed to rather than detracted from her beauty, and the heavy, full curls of her thick black hair helped to accentuate them. She was wearing a V-neck gown with a plunging neckline, while Natalie and Simone were wearing off-the-shoulder dresses, also with revealing necklines. There were two other ladies, in more conservative evening dresses, sitting on the far side of the De Lucas. Natalie and Simone both were wearing a low cut bodice that put their impressive cleavage on display, but the Lady De Luca was in another category. She had the largest breasts that Natalie had ever seen on an otherwise athletically built woman, and it seemed that her dress had been designed to put them to their best effect. As proper ladies, they wore large skirts that offered little chance to glimpse their hips or legs, but from the tight features of her face and upper arms, Ravenna was obviously quite fit and firm. Her eyes were a dark brown but they seemed to sparkle with their own queer energy, and they danced from one face to the next, always returning to Natalie, who made no effort to conceal her feelings. Natalie knew that the Lady was on the other side of 35, over 10 years older than she, but she never would have guessed it from her face or her figure.
“Ravenna, tell our guests about our cruise last summer,” the Lord De Luca said.
“Oh, it was just lovely. We went down the coast on this new ship. You all must really see it; it’s amazing what they are doing today. Multiple decks, steam driven engines, over one hundred guests. Wonderful food and wine, at least compared to what you get here, you understand.” As she was saying this, she tossed her black hair over her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear, with a slight glance in Natalie’s direction. Natalie mirrored her, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear and letting out a soft sigh. “And they were all the right sort of people. It seemed like half the guests we met were our neighbors from right here. One couple was even from the same city as us back home! Imagine, traveling all that way and the lady to your right at dinner had dinner your own sister a few months ago. That’s the thing with traveling, it’s so difficult to make sure that everyone will be the right sort. And the company had arranged beforehand for us to stop and take little tours at spots along the coast. They just think of everything these days.”
“And we even had a little excitement in our evenings,” Lord De Luca said, prodding her.
“Oh, my,” Ravenna said, giggling. “Let’s just say that we found likeminded couples when it comes to athletics. There were some quite spirited competitions in our quarters in the evenings. We even had to pay the staff a little on the side because of the ruckus.”
With that, Natalie politely excused herself to use the ladies’ facilities inside the house. When she, Simone, and Amanda had first arrived in Dobbinshire, they took a set of rooms at a posh hotel and Simone went to see the Lady De Luca. Simone had cabled ahead and informed Ravenna that she had a pair of friends she was bringing to the city and that those friends would be quite interested in those athletic competitions that the Lady had just referred to. It was common knowledge among the proper set that the De Lucas hosted private wrestling matches that attractive and wealthy women competed in and wagered large amounts of money on. According to Simone, there were also more aggressive sessions, with other stakes as well as even larger amounts of money being put up, that one could gain access to. The first evening they had been in the city, Simone went to the De Lucas to see about Amanda and Natalie’s being entered in the matches at one of these events; Natalie had very much wanted to join Simone for this meeting, but Simone had felt it better to be cautious. But, when she returned, Simone had told them that Ravenna had said that there had been some complaining and hurt feelings after a controversial decision at their last event. The bouts would be on hold until the waters calmed down, she had said, but to make up for it she had invited them to dinner the next evening with some friends of hers. Simone and Natalie had come, although Amanda had already secured other plans for herself.
Natalie went into the kitchen and asked the staff there to direct her to the nearest bathroom, and then she went past the door and upstairs. The mansion was only a secondary house for the De Lucas but the paintings on the walls in the hallways, the banisters of the stairway, all of it was nicer than her own house back in Galloway. And this was only a vacation house for the De Lucas, she knew. At the top of the stairs, Natalie heard someone coming out of one of the bedrooms and she ducked into the nearest room and closed the door behind her. The room turned out to be Ravenna’s private room. There was a large writing desk at one end and a sofa at the other, with lamps, rugs, paintings everywhere, all imported. Natalie thought that the decorating was overdone by at least a fifth. There was a stack of correspondence on the desk and Natalie took advantage, shuffling quickly through the letters before her absence would be noted downstairs. A few letters deep, she found a note from someone named Lady Agincourt that said that, unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to make it to the matches next weekend. Natalie reread the note and slid it back into its place, her face turning red as she did. Then, checking to make sure the hallway was clear, she went back downstairs and toward the kitchen.
The staff were not the only people in the kitchen, though. Lady De Luca was standing at the island in the middle of the expansive kitchen, directing the maid on which deserts to lay out on the serving tray. “Miss Natalie, you seem to have found your way back to us,” Ravenna said in a clearly mocking tone.
“Your house is too beautiful, I just couldn’t help myself from taking a little tour,” Natalie responded. She took a few grapes from the desert tray and chewed slowly.
“No need to apologize,” Ravenna answered.
“I don’t think I did.”
At that comment, the Italian beauty turned halfway toward her. Natalie got a good look at her in profile. Her gown was a dark blue, and even though with its plunging neckline it could not offer any real support, Ravenna’s enormous bosom stood out as if perpendicular to her chest so that Natalie felt that she could see the entirety of her bosom from the side. Ravenna obviously knew that Natalie was staring and made no effort to reposition herself in a more modest way. It was as if she embodied the majesty of her house and her family history in beauty and in her spirit. The women stood staring at each other until one of the other ladies’ husbands came in, looking for the bathroom.
“Natalie can show you, I’m sure,” Ravenna told him. “She knows the way now.”
“Oh, my dear, I’m not sure that my wife would appreciate that,” the man answered.
“Of course, how silly of me,” Ravenna said, and directed him away. “Perhaps you would care to rejoin us on the porch for our refreshments, Natalie.”
Natalie followed her outside and retook her seat. The deserts were served by the staff, who then disappeared again, leaving the tray, still full of puddings and cakes and custards and fruits, on the table by the door. Natalie had taken a slice of sponge cake with cream and strawberries on top, but she had not eaten any of it. The men all ate theirs right away and the ladies took a bite or two and pushed the rest around the plate with their fork. The conversation had come back to the trip that the De Lucas had been on, and Natalie saw her chance. “I’d be interested in hearing more about those evening competitions,” she said, rather loudly.
With that, Simone rose from her chair and said, “I’m afraid that I need to use the washroom. Natalie, could you show me where it is?” Natalie began to protest, but Simone pulled on her elbow with rather a good deal of force and led her into the house. When the two of them were inside, far enough that no one could see them through the windows, Simone pulled Nat up short, again tugging on her elbow. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
Natalie wrenched her arm free and the two women were staring into each other’s eyes, leaning forward, close enough they could hear each other breathing. “We came here to get invited to those matches. Do you know what she’s been up to?” Natalie asked.
But Simone ignored the question. “Yes, we are here to get her to invite us. Do you have any idea how to finesse women like her?”
“I’ve been around richer women than her,” Natalie said, the tone of her voice rising now.
“That was a rhetorical question,” Simone said, giving up the pretext of whispering. Their hosts would either know what they were doing, or they wouldn’t. “I knew that you weren’t ready for this,” she said, speaking more to herself now. “Just go back out there and try to not ruin our chances any more than you already have.”
Simone went deeper into the house, saying she needed to visit the washroom, and Natalie went back onto the porch and retook her seat. Ravenna, without taking note of her, began describing the whales that had come up right alongside their ship. “They were this perfect color of grey,” she began.
Her husband interrupted her and asked, “What was the name of that lady you wrestled with the last evening?”
“I’m sure I don’t remember, darling. It was all just a little diversion.”
“A diversion we all would have enjoyed, I’m sure,” one of the other men added.
“I understand that you sometimes have these athletic contests here at home as well,” Natalie said.
Ravenna slowly turned toward Natalie and stared at her before finally answering. “I would have thought you would have preferred hearing about the whales, Natalie,” she said.
Everyone went silent. Natalie could feel her heart quicken in her chest and her face flush. Ravenna was staring at her and, feeling as if she were watching herself from the outside somehow, Natalie rose and stepped toward her and taking her slice of cake in hand she dropped it down onto her forehead. The cream immediately began running down Ravenna’s face and Natalie smeared the strawberries and the sponge cake around her face in a red and brown circle. The men gasped and Natalie thought she heard one of the women laugh. Ravenna was sitting still and then she slowly wiped the food from her eyes. She looked up at Natalie with malicious intent and Natalie laughed at her in response. Ravenna next rose from her chair and, before she made to strike Natalie, she brushed away the bits of strawberry that had dropped onto her cleavage. Simone was now standing in the doorway, staring at them, eyes wide.
“Now Ravenna,” the Lord De Luca, but then he stopped as he had nothing to say that would prevent what would happen next.
“Shut up—”
Nat slapped her across the face, sending bits of cream flying through the air as her head spun around. Ravenna grunted and as she came back around she threw her right arm out in a punch, but Nat caught it and pulling her forward and spinning she flung Ravenna into the wall behind her. Ravenna hit the side of the house with a solid thud. Immediately Nat grabbed her by her black hair and began dragging her along the wall, Ravenna’s green dress catching and tearing on the brick. Ravenna grabbed Nat’s blonde hair in response but she did not have a good hold or any positioning and Nat was in control of her. They reached the bench where Nat had been sitting with Simone and Nat ran her into it. Ravenna struck the bench with her hip, knocking it away from the wall, and Nat bent her over the now-exposed back so that Ravenna’s face was down by the seats and her backside was sticking up in the air, obscured by the voluminous skirt of her dress. Ravenna was hissing now and trying to push herself up or free herself and Nat began dragging her down the bench. But there was too much friction for her slide along on her stomach and instead Ravenna spun free and the two women went down to the floor. They were trapped between the bench and the wall of the house and it was like they were stuck to each other. They were pulling hair and slapping and grabbing at each other’s backs and sides and moaning and grunting. Nat got on top and seizing her by the hair she slammed Ravenna’s head against the wooden planks of the porch. Ravenna was momentarily stunned but before Nat could take advantage, Ravenna gripped hair on each side of her head and slammed her into the back of the bench. Nat’s body went loose and the world narrowed in her eyes and while she was dazed like this Ravenna got out from under her.
The two women slowly got up from behind the bench and put a bit of distance between them and both of them tossed away their heels and removed their earrings. Lord De Luca and Simone had given them some space and the other guests had moved all the way off the porch and down into the yard, the men with anxious looks on the faces and the women with something approaching appreciation on theirs. The two beauties were breathing hard as they glared at each other, their dresses ripped but still intact, their hair tangled. Nat attacked first, with a hard slap to the cheek, but Ravenna immediately hit her back with a slap that seemed as loud as the church bells announcing mass. Nat squealed in pain involuntarily and the force spun her all the way around. Ravenna grabbed her shoulder with her left hand and, turning her around so, slapped her coming back with the right. The hit drove Nat straight back into the railing along the force. She hit hard and was leaning back and Ravenna came in front of her and brought her open straight down onto Nat’s chest. It hit with a loud smack on the exposed flesh of her cleavage. The force of it on her bare skin shocked her and she held her hands over her chest, gasping for air, her eyes wide open. Ravenna seized her by the hair on the top of her head with one hand and lifting her face up she slapped her with the other. Nat took the blow and responded with a punch into Ravenna’s stomach, then another, and this got her some momentum. Ravenna let go of her hair, involuntarily, and moved her hands down to cover her stomach and Nat now moved her hands up. She hit her in her enormous bust with a right and a left and then clocked her across the face with a closed fist. The punch sent her stumbling down the porch and she finally came to a stop when she collided with one of the posts with a grunt. Nat got off the railing and went after her but the other woman was by then set and ready. In a flurry of whirling yellow and black hair the two of them traded hands, blows landing on the face and the torso, the perfect skin of their faces and their upper chests turning red from the abuse and the exertion. At the end of the exchange, Ravenna nailed her with a fist straight into her mouth that sent Nat tumbling away, bracing herself on the post and facing away from her opponent.
She was still erect but Ravenna crashed into her from behind and, wrapping her arms around her neck and shoulders, bearing her down. Nat crashed into the table with the desert tray and as they went to the ground the puddings, cakes, and the rest of it came down on top of them. The metal platter struck Ravenna on the head and, confused, she looked up and around as if one of their audience had hit her. Nat landed badly under Ravenna and for a time she lay still, unable to defend herself. Both ladies were now covered in juices and creamy deserts, white and red and yellow smeared in their hair, on their dresses that had been so beautiful, as nice as any lady’s in the city, earlier that evening. Ravenna was perched atop Nat, and they stared into each other and then at the same time began again. Nat reached up and with her right hand she yanked on Ravenna’s black hair, pulling her head the side, and Ravenna did the same to her. She had Nat’s head bent all the way over, pulling her hair, so that it seemed like her ear was pressing down into her shoulder, and Nat hissed in pain and anger. She reached up with her other hand and slapped at Ravenna’s face and then she grabbed hold of her breast and squeezed it. She had her fingers dug in as best she could, partly on flesh and partly on the fabric of the dress, and Ravenna gave a yelp of pain in response. As Ravenna reached for the hand on her chest, Nat bucked her hips, sending her up into the air momentarily. Nat tried to time the move so that she could wriggle out from under the Italian beauty, but Ravenna slammed herself back down on her and Nat was caught under her, now facing down and vulnerable.
Ravenna took advantage like a veteran, holding Nat’s face down in the wood and the food they had spilled by gripping her by the hair on the her head and sitting across her back and then pulling up on her hair so that Nat’s face was nearly pointed up at the roof of the porch. Her excellent bosom was nearly lifted all the way off of the floorboards her head was pulled back so hard and it, her bosom, was thrust forward as her back was bent unnaturally. The pain in her neck and back grew and she began to panic and waving her arms frantically she caught some of Ravenna’s hair and yanked forward as hard as she could. The Italian beauty endured the pain but the force got her off balance and Nat was able to roll onto her side. Ravenna instinctively tried to clamp her legs around Nat’s waist but her cumbersome skirts prevented her from accomplishing anything more than entangling the two of them. While Ravenna tried to free her legs, Nat began whipping her elbow backwards into her torso. Some of these struck home into her enormous bust and her side and drove her over onto her back. Nat got on her elbows and turned to halfway face Ravenna and she pulled her hair, drawing her head forward and putting her chin down into her collarbone. Ravenna gasped and moaned and she snaked her hand around Nat’s arms and ripped open her dress and grabbed hold of her breast lengthwise and squeezed as if she were milking a cow. Nat immediately began screaming in pain and scrambled to get away.
Nat got to her feet and backed away a few feet, rage twisting her features. Without taking her eyes off of her opponent she massaged her breast and tried to rearrange the bustline of her dress, but the front was torn open now and everyone could see her ruined undergarments beneath. “I’m going to make you pay for that, you bitch,” she hissed.
“I’m going to feed you your desserts, you blonde slut,” Ravenna answered. It seemed that the rules of proper society had left the house for the evening.
“My lady, the neighbors will hear,” Lord De Luca pleaded.
“Shut up, you little weasel,” Nat said.
In response, Ravenna snarled and leapt forward to get at her. They twisted and spun around the porch, clutching at each other. Ravenna pulled on her blonde hair but Nat reached behind her back and tore at the top of her v-neck dress, the fabric looped around her neck. As the material stretched it pulled tight and burned her neck and shoulders raw from the rubbing as Nat tugged at it. And then it ripped completely and the ruined dress slid down to her hips. Ravenna howled in anger and began tearing and pulling at the front of Nat’s more substantial dress. But as she did she left herself defenseless and Nat slapped her face. The blow knocked her to the side and as she stumbled Nat seized her by the back of her hair and her arm and drove her shoulder first into the wall. Then while she was stunned Nat pulled her back and spun her around and sent her over the railing of the porch and into the flowerbed that lined the house. Ravenna landed with a thud and lay moaning in the geraniums. It was raining slowly and Nat could see the individual drops hitting Ravenna’s face, making her blink and twitch. Then her eyes flipped open and she looked up and locked eyes with her immediately and pulled herself to her feet using the railing of the porch. What little remained of her dress she tossed off and she stepped backward into the lawn and gestured for Nat to follow her.
“Get me out of this thing,” Nat said to Simone. Her skirt would impede her movements and the dress was beyond saving anyway. Simone undid the clasps on the back of the dress and Nat pulled herself out of the material and tossed aside the dress and the top half of her undergarments.
Then Nat came down the steps and into the yard. She moved slowly, with purpose, letting her hips roll as she walked. The rain hit her as her touched the grass and soon enough her hair was matted to her head just as Ravenna’s was to hers. The outside wall of the garden was lined with mature trees and the rooflines of the neighboring houses could just be seen through the branches, outlined by the glow of the streetlights of the city outside the private arena. Both women were topless now and beads of the rainwater ran down their chests and off their nipples. They wore panties and stockings and the material somehow seemed to showcase the strength of their legs and hips, their flat stomachs flexing and relaxing as they inhaled and exhaled. The electric lighting from the windows of the house cast a pale yellow over everything, as if the light were hanging on the precipitation, so that Nat could just barely see the glint in the other woman’s eyes, the evidence of the fire that drove her to compete just as it drove Natalie. Nat saw that Ravenna’s lower body was as athletic and capable as she had surmised at the start of the evening and she also saw that Ravenna was evaluating her body as well.
“Like what you see?” Nat asked her.
“I’m going to enjoy silencing that stupid English accent of yours,” Ravenna answered.
They circled each other and as they did, Nat felt the cool prickling of the grass underfoot and the water beginning to pool under the grass. Then like a whip Ravenna struck at her. She slapped Nat across the face with a right and a left and sent her back, stunned. Nat held her hands in front of her face but Ravenna pressed, hitting her over and over on the head and shoulders. Nat retreated and Ravenna followed her and they went all the way across the lawn in that way. The brick wall was coming up behind her, she could feel it, and Nat tried to grab hold of Ravenna’s hands. The two women struggled, handfighting, Nat grasping for the swinging hands and Ravenna slipping free of her when she did. They came in closer together and instinctively threw their arms around each other’s torsos and wrestled, standing up. Their wet bodies held tight, enormous breasts pressed together so that the flesh swelled outward under their armpits, thighs and hips colliding as they jostled for position. Inevitably they fell to the ground, still locked together, and thrashed and rolled over each other. Ravenna got on top of her and began slapping her face, but Nat squirmed and shifted her hips and she was able to get her legs free and wrap them around Ravenna’s waist. She cranked on the pressure, clamping her thighs together with all the strength she had, and she was rewarded by Ravenna’s grimacing in pain. Ravenna pried at the thighs with both hands and while she was distracted with that Nat rotated to her left so that she was on her side and Ravenna’s back was facing the ground. From this position, Nat was able to grab onto Ravenna’s right arm so that she couldn’t use it to free herself.
Ravenna was moaning in pain and stamping her feet on the ground. The rain was falling harder now, pouring, and even in the midst of the catfight she was hearing the hard steady thumping of the drops landing on her head and her body. On both of them were bits of grass and tracks of mud. Nat was focused on one line of mud across the upper part of Ravenna’s chest and she was staring at it and then, when she realized she had been staring, she began hitting Ravenna in the face with her right hand, still holding onto her arm with the left. She hit her in the face, up into the cheek and nose, over and over, and then she began hitting her in the bosom and the face, alternating. Ravenna took each short jab with a grunt. Then she wrenched her arm free and with both hands clasped onto Nat’s right breast. She dug in her fingers and crushed her and even began twisting. Nat tried to hold onto her scissors but within seconds it was too much and she was prying the hands off of her and trying to scoot away. She succeeded but even before she could get past her hands and knees the Italian was on her. Ravenna leapt onto her back and put her face down in the water and grass and muck of the lawn. Nat thrashed, whipping her head from side to side and pushing up with all her strength, but Ravenna had hold of her. Ravenna pushed her head down into the mess that had been their lawn and began hitting her on the back of her neck with hammer fists. The water and bits of grass and mud went into Nat’s mouth and nose as she tried to breathe. She wrenched her head to the side and gasped for air and got more hammer fists to the side of her face as a reward. She tried to grab Ravenna’s hair with her hand on that side but had no luck. Ravenna continued hitting her on the side of her face and then when she put her hand over her face to protect it Ravenna began punching her in her ribs and in the part of her breast that was exposed under her armpit.
“I can keep this up all night, bitch,” Ravenna said. “What can you do?”
Nat groaned in response but then, somehow, she turned her body under Ravenna, lurching herself over a bit at a time. Ravenna got in her shots as Nat exposed herself but now at least she was on her back under Ravenna, who was sitting across her stomach. The women tried to grab each other’s hands and hit each other on the face or body as they got the chance. The rain was landing on Nat’s forehead and in her eyes and on her nose and she was staring up at the woman who was astride her, her black hair hanging down around her beautiful face and her pendulous breasts swinging back and forth as they struggled with each other. Nat was about to reach up and grab her breasts when Ravenna clamped onto her chest. She dug her fingers into Nat’s bosom, squeezing and mauling her, and it felt as if all of Natalie’s femininity was being drawn into her grip. From the bottom of her vision Nat could see the flesh oozing up between her fingers. Nat howled in pain and rage and she grabbed Ravenna’s wrists and pulled at them but to no avail. Then she seized her by her black hair and pulled with everything she had and soon both of them were gasping, each trying to outlast the other. Nat pulled down with all the strength she had and when she had Ravenna’s head down to her chest the woman could not maul her as effectively and she had some relief. Nat let go of the hair with one hand and began hitting her in the back and side of the head with the other, and then she saw an opening under Ravenna’s arm and she reached under and grabbed her breast and squeezed. Ravenna immediately began thrashing about atop her and Nat bucked up her hips and got out from under her.
The two women were lying on their sides now, facing each other, pulling on each other’s hair. With her other hand, Ravenna began hitting her on the face and grabbing for her breast. But rather than retaliate in kind Nat put her foot against the woman’s stomach and she pulled her head forward by her hair and pushed and kicked at her stomach with her foot. Ravenna was being stretched out and she let go of Nat and tried to extricate herself from the predicament. The woman came up onto her feet and Nat clung to her hair still pulling down on it and slipped her leg around and got both of them clasped around Ravenna’s waist again. Nat was still on her back and she clenched her thighs and squeezed and she was still holding onto Ravenna’s hair, pulling her head down toward her chest so that the woman had no leverage. Ravenna tried to reach back to pull at the thighs around her waist but it was to no effect. She groaned in pain and that encourage Nat to increase the pressure. Her arms and her legs now were burning fiercely but she could feel the fight was close to being hers now. And then Ravenna buried her head in her chest and sank her teeth into her breast. The pain was immediate and severe and it was like the teeth were ripping through her. The breath caught in Nat’s throat and she could not even scream. Furiously she pulled at Ravenna’s hair and then she unwrapped her legs from her waist and kicked up against her thighs, propelling Ravenna into the air. That got Nat free and without thinking she sat up and began checking her breast for bite marks and blood. Ravenna had landed next to her somewhere but all of her attention was on herself.
There was some blood on her chest and as Nat looked up toward Ravenna, eager to get her revenge, the Italian woman slammed into her, knocking her flat on her back. It was a burst of violence as if the clouds above them had opened and dropped all of hell upon her. The black-haired beauty was savaging her, ripping at her hair and biting her on her shoulder and slapping her face and crushing her breasts. At the moment all Nat could do was to hold on and endure. Finally, the energy of the attack fell away and the two women were left like that, Ravenna lying on top of Nat, Nat overwhelmed and Ravenna exhausted. When she felt the other woman go loose Nat gripped her about the torso and wrenched her to the side, thinking that she would be able to mount her and finish her off, still thinking that the end of the catfight was near. But Ravenna came back to life and clung just as tightly to her. Pressed together, their enormous breasts swelling upward and outward, cheek against cheek so that each could hear the harsh breathing of the other, thighs churning, they turned over and over atop each other in the mess of the lawn, the mud and grass sticking to their bodies. Finally, in their turning, they struck against the stone wall of the small pond in the middle of the lawn and came apart from each other. They rose, slowly, and faced each other. Their wet hair hung around their faces and their voluptuous bodies were covered in mud and bruising.
Wordless now they came forward. Ravenna was holding her arms down around her waist, looking to land a big haymaker, and before they were close enough she swung her right in a looping punch that came up short. Her momentum carried her forward and Nat tagged her in the face with a jab and then hit her again, squarely in the mouth, with her other hand. Ravenna was staggered and now Nat threw her own haymaker and it landed cleanly on the side of her head. Ravenna grunted and she was spun around, facing away, and Nat kicked her in the ass. She was propelled forward, staggering, out of sorts, but she did not go down, and Nat came up behind her and seizing her by her hair Nat swung her in a circle and then let go. Ravenna went flying across the yard and down into the muck, but Nat was exhausted by the burst of strength and Ravenna was back on her feet by the time she was ready to resume her offensive. Ravenna threw another punch and this one hit Nat in the face but she took it, endured it, and she hit Ravenna with straight rights and lefts into her chest. Ravenna took the shots standing straight up, unresponsive now, and Nat nailed to the face with a right and a left and then, sizing her up, another right that put her down. Ravenna fell straight back and landed on her ass, sitting up, staring at Nat with that same blankness. Nat stood over and then when she realized that Ravenna had no intention or ability to rise again she leapt upon her.
Nat got on top and got her legs outside of Ravenna’s so that she was sitting across her waist and then she slammed her hands down on Ravenna’s breasts and squeezed as hard as she could. Curling her fingers into the feminine mounds she mauled her, wrenching and pulling, and soon enough she was reward with howling. Under her, she could feel Ravenna stamping her feet in the muck. Ravenna tried to pull her hands off and then reaching around her arms she grabbed Nat’s breasts in response. She pulled and squeezed but with her hands reaching in from outside of Nat’s arms her attack was not as effective. So she reached up and yanked on Nat’s hair, pulling her head down toward her, just as Nat had done to her earlier. But before Nat’s head got low enough that Ravenna could attack her effectively, without her being able to see, Nat let go of her breast maul and grabbed her hair. In a frenzy, she used her hairpull to slam Ravenna’s head on the ground, over and over, until the Italian beauty was staring vacantly up at the sky. The hands slipped out of Nat’s hair and she knocked Ravenna’s arms aside and straightened herself up. She was sitting astride the other woman, the rain falling hard on them still, the two of them covered in grass and mud and their breasts rising and falling rapidly with their breathing. Then Nat put her left hand on the center of Ravenna’s upper chest, holding her down, and began slapping her with her right, forehands and backhands to the face, over and over until male hands were gripping her under her armpits and pulling her off.
“You’ve beaten her, it’s over,” someone said from above, and that was the end of the fight.
Three days after her catfight with Ravenna De Luca, Natalie was sitting on the couch of the hotel room she was sharing with Simone. It was well past midday but she was wearing a bathrobe and sipping from a cup of tea. She had always been a fast healer, and the bruising on her face and her body had nearly faded, but she still ached all over, in the muscles of her legs and her back from the exertion and strain and in her stomach, her breasts, her face, and her scalp from the damage that the Lady De Luca had inflicted. Natalie and Simone returned to their rooms immediately after the fight had ended, Natalie being helped along by a young man from the De Luca’s staff, and she had collapsed into bed and slept until the middle of the following day. Over the course of the following day, Simone had been in and out of their rooms quite often, but she had not informed Natalie of where she had been and Natalie did not ask. That day and the next, Natalie had slept quite a lot, and the rest of the time she spent eating room service and sitting on their balcony. Their room had quite a nice view of the river and the storms of that night had passed, and she basked in the sunlight and reflected on her fight with the Lady De Luca. Their room was on the fourth floor of the hotel but still, gentlemen passing on the street would sometimes pause and slowly tip their hats to her in the hope of catching her eye, and she always smiled and waved briefly to them, enough they would be sure to see it but never so much that they thought that more serious attention would be coming their way.
Finally, at dusk that evening, Simone came back to their rooms and sat facing Natalie on the opposite couch. Natalie was still wearing her white bathrobe and she was quite aware that she looked a mess, her face still slightly bruised, her hair as much a wreck as it had been when they had returned that night. She made a note that tomorrow morning she would be ready for the hotel’s in-house stylists to come up and prepare her to venture out in society again. Simone, on the other hand, looked quite perfect. She was as beautiful as any woman Natalie had ever seen, even in her late twenties. Today she was wearing a skirt and a blouse and jacket combination that was cut very similar to a man’s, and her auburn hair was pulled back and pinned tight behind her head, giving her a serious look. Her jawline was narrower than Natalie’s, and that and her grey eyes somehow increased the sense of her being in a severe mood at the moment. That, and the fact that she was not smiling. As always with Simone, her clothing did not reveal too much of her skin yet did nothing to hide the stupendous curves of her full bosom or the strength of her lower body.
“Have you had enough time, at last, to recover so that we can speak of what happened at the De Lucas’?” Simone asked, her voice with a slight gravel to it as always. Her tone was not kind.
“I kicked her ass,” Natalie replied, with no more kindness in her own voice.
“You made a fool of both of us.”
“She was making us look like fools,” Natalie responded, her voice rising. “Did you know that she lied to you about the matches’ being called off?”
“Of course I did. And I was working on a way around it. Did you think that starting a fight with her at her own dinner party would make her more likely to invite you to participate in her private matches? Are you really that dumb?”
“Don’t you call me dumb!” Natalie shouted.
“You behaved like a child the other night, and you are continuing to behave like one now, so I will talk to you like you are a child. And if you keep it up, I will beat you like a child.”
“I’d like to see you try it.”
The two of them stared at each other, and Simone felt this surge of energy and rage flow through her. She put down her cup of tea and without removing her outer garments she came around the table. Nat rose to meet her but before she could move to defend herself Simone sprang forward and slapped her viciously across the face. Nat was spun around by the force of the blow, and she fell onto the couch, her robe falling open. Simone held her by her blonde hair with her left hand and slapped her again and again on the face and the side of her head with the right. Nat thrashed about under the blows, waving her hands to defend herself, and then finally she gripped the hand in her hair and punched Simone in the stomach with the other. Simone was knocked back a step and she released Nat’s hair and prepared herself. The strength of her anger was pulsing through her now and she tossed aside her jacket. Nat’s robe had fallen open now, revealing that she wore only a slip underneath, and when they came together again Simone seized the robe by the collar and swung Nat in a circle. The buxom blonde was sent stumbling across the room, colliding with an end table and tipping over it and landing on the floor on the other side. She groaned deeply, and Simone kicked off her shoes as she went after her. Nat was still on the ground, trying to rise, when Simone reached her and when she did, she immediately began kicking her. Nat was sitting up partway, leaning on her elbow, and Simone kicked her in the stomach and torso over and over. She could feel the blood rise in her face as she did. After the first few kicks Nat did try to lunge for her but she got nothing except a foot into the side of her head. Soon enough Nat was down on the floor, on her back, covering her face with her arms and gasping in pain. Simone stamped her foot down on her stomach and then on her chest, making the blonde moan from somewhere deep inside herself.
“Have you had enough?” Simone shouted. In response, Nat rolled onto her side, covering her head and ribs with her hands. “Now listen,” Simone continued. “You want a match so badly, I’ve gotten you one. That’s where I was today. You and me, in front of Ravenna and all of her friends. I’ll give you a week so that you can get ready and make yourself more,” she said, pausing here, “presentable.”
Nat turned onto her back and stared up at the auburn-haired beauty who was over her, but she said nothing.
“Do you accept? I need for you to say it,” Simone said. “Unless you want to do it now.”
Nat stared up at her, her bosom rising and falling, her blonde hair splayed out on the floor around her beautiful face, red now from the slaps she had taken from Simone and still bruised from her fight with Ravenna, and then she nodded. “I accept, and I’m going to tear you apart.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Simone replied. Now get the hell out of my rooms and find somewhere else to stay.”
