Here's the conclusion to the story. My thanks again to all those who read it and particularly to those who commented.
The most thanks of course go to Penny and Tiffany for putting themselves in my hands. I hope I've done justice to your trust.
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No! NO!! It does NOT end like this! Tiffany shook her head violently. It couldn’t end like this. “NO!!!” She screamed out loud and in a furious frenzy, launched herself at Penny. Her arms wrapped her enemy’s legs behind the knees and her head slammed into Penny’s abs. Taken by surprise, Penny grunted loudly at the impact and stumbled backwards. Her motion was interrupted by the glass panel behind her but Tiffany’s upward motion lifted her feet up off the floor, up-ending her. With a wail of terrified disbelief, Penny went backwards over the railing. Her scream was suddenly cut off as she hit the floor of the arena with a sickening thud.
Tiffany stood there trembling, transfixed with shock. She had meant to lift the bitch, to slam her down on her back, to fling herself on her and beat her into submission with everything she had left – but she had not meant to do this. She turned her head to stare at the onlookers around her on the balcony. They stared back at her in stunned silence. Likewise, those on the main floor stared from her to Penny’s crumpled form, and back again.
She took the stairs at a shambling run. As she went, a sudden shocking thought occurred to her. This means I’ve won! I didn’t submit! She’s finished now, surely. I’ve won! She reached the bottom of the staircase and rounded the edge of the railing into the arena, toward where Penny lay.
As she approached, she heard a soft moan amid the utter silence that blanketed the room. Penny’s arm moved, with agonizing slowness, creeping in toward her body. As Tiffany watched from a pace away, Penny pulled her other arm in with equal sluggishness, before she finally managed to raise her head and upper body off the floor. She lifted her face to gaze at Tiffany with pain-filled eyes. “You…dirty…cxnt…” Her limbs trembled with the effort as she began to draw her legs up under her, doing her best to rise to her feet.
Torn between infinite relief at not having killed her opponent, incredulity that Penny was still moving, still trying to fight, and frustration that even this damage hadn’t taken the fight out of the bitch, Tiffany gaped at her. Before she could think any further, she flung herself forward. Penny got no further than a crouch before Tiffany’s flying foot caught her under the chin and pitched her over onto her back. This time she didn’t move.
Tiffany stood there, gasping for breath. The attack that had hurled Penny off the balcony, followed by the frantic run down the stairs, had sapped the last of her strength. It was all she could to remain on her feet. She wanted nothing more than to collapse to the mat beside her beaten opponent.
But she knew she couldn’t. She might have won this fight, but that wasn’t enough. This was the Society and she was the champion. There were traditions to be observed and nothing – not even this – was going to change that. Besides, they had to see – all of them – that she would show no mercy. This might even be a good thing. They’ll fear me now. That’ll put a stop to the rumors.
She stumbled over to Penny and nudged her with a foot. “Wake up, bitch! It’s not over yet…not for you.” Penny moaned and her arms waved weakly before flopping back to the rug again. “I said wake up!” Tiffany kicked her harder.
“Time for me to take my prize.” She bent over and, struggling against the exhaustion that threatened every instant to overwhelm her, dragged Penny’s thong down her legs. Penny moaned again as her feet fell back to the floor. “I should make you come give it to me on your knees.“ She smiled and added archly, “but we’ll waive that…under the circumstances.”
She stepped astride Penny’s chest and stared down into her enemy’s defeated eyes. Yes, there was defeat there, but defiance too, along with implacable hatred. “You…won,” gasped Penny. “This time.”
Tiffany smiled at her. “This time’s what counts.” She sank slowly to her knees, still straddling Penny, trying hard not to fall. “And what we won’t waive…what I won’t waive…is what comes next.” She smiled again as she knelt astride Penny’s face. “That’s the prize I want most.” She reached down and pulled Penny’s mouth into her crotch. “Lick me, bitch.”
Penny hesitated for a moment. “Do it!” Tiffany wriggled her hips against her defeated enemy’s nose. After another heartbeat, Tiffany felt the other woman’s tongue reach out to touch her, flicking at her nether lips, opening her, working its way inside. She gasped and her loins bucked involuntarily as the tip of Penny’s tongue found her clit, and then she pushed herself down onto it harder, beginning to rock her hips back and forth.
This was what it was all about. This was why she fought. It wasn’t about the physical sensation, about getting off on her defeated opponent’s face. It was about humiliating her enemies, making them feel every ounce of their defeat just like Penny was feeling now. Enemies were all around her in the Society. They all wanted to see her fail, to watch her downfall. They all wanted to be where she was, at the top of the heap. They had thought she was vulnerable, that she had lost her edge. Tonight she had proved them wrong. Tonight she had proved herself to be the Queen again. That thought sent a wave of white-hot lust rippling through her.
The fires of her arousal quickly fanned to full flame. She felt the eyes of the crowd upon her, feasting on her desire but in turn feeding back into it, redoubling it until she literally shook with the effort of holding back her climax. She wanted it but she wanted to prolong the moment too, to stretch it out, to revel as long as possible in her triumph. This was victory. This was ecstasy.
She couldn’t hold out long however. The tide of emotion, the surge of sensation was too much, too strong, too intense. In what seemed like a woefully short time, the first tremor of her orgasm ripped through her. She threw her head back, still clutching Penny’s matted, sweat-soaked hair, and screamed her fulfillment at the far-off ceiling.
There was no telling how long it lasted. Time seemed to stop, stretching to an eternity of bliss but at the same time, it was over in an instant. When at last reason returned to her quivering body, she could think only that she wanted more. The taste of victory. God, it feels good to win again.
With an effort she forced herself to her feet, gazing down at Penny who still lay stretched out below her. The other woman’s eyes were closed and for a moment Tiffany wondered if she was even conscious. Then Penny blinked and opened her eyes. She stared up at Tiffany, her face red, cheeks glistening with Tiffany’s juices. “Enjoy it…while you can,” she breathed. “You haven’t seen the last of me.”
Tiffany felt the ice in her enemy’s voice. “Maybe not,” she replied, “but we’ve all seen enough of you tonight.” She threw out an arm. “Get out of my arena, bitch. Crawl out on your knees.” She shoved Penny with her foot, rolling her onto her side, then pushed again to force her onto her belly.
The door in the mirrored wall had already slid aside, opening the way to the dressing room. Penny gathered her limbs ponderously beneath her and rose slowly to all fours. Her head hanging between her shoulders, she began her slow, painful progress across the rug to the doorway.
The crowd watched in silence. Tiffany cast her eyes around the room. Some of the onlookers faces displayed unabashed lust, but they seemed to be in a minority tonight. More common was shock, disapproval and even outright disdain. To Tiffany’s surprise and horror, those expressions were directed not at Penny but at her.
Penny passed the halfway point. It was traditional for a slow handclap to accompany a vanquished fighter from the arena. Tiffany looked expectantly around her, waiting for it to begin, waiting for the crowd to take it up. No one clapped now. The door closed behind Penny.
Tiffany glared from one watcher to another. They all stared back at her, unblinking. “I won, dammit! I won!” Still the silence persisted. There were no congratulations, no applause. “I WON!!!”
She stalked angrily from the room.
THE END
