This is a tale of fantasy, and it should be read as such.
“Beware the women, sir. They bite.”
Two young women were standing on the beach, facing each other. Both of them were naked to the waist and wearing full length leather pants. The pants were skintight and black and both young women were barefoot. Their toes were curling down into the sand of the beach and the cold water was lapping at their feet. Both women had wrapped their wrists and hands in thick strips of cloth, their fingers clean, and they had trimmed down their fingernails. On one side of them was the lake, enormous, stretching off into the night like a great void. It was late at night and they were illuminated, barely, by the flickering torches staked in a semicircle around the outside of the combative area. On the other side of this arc sat their audience, the wealthy, predominately men, who had paid for everything, the gathering and the venue and the women’s pay and the purse. And then past them were the trees swaying in the stiff breeze. It was just past the beginning of spring, only a month after the last snows, and it was as if the cold air was igniting sparks on the hot skin of the two women.
One of the women was Amanda, a very pretty brunette with light brown hair that hung down several inches below her shoulders. She had always been a natural athlete, and even as a small child she’d been the fastest kid in her neighborhood and the one who would climb to the highest branch, and as she stood there waiting to fight this beauty with the enormous breasts, she thought excitedly of the other matches she’d had and before that the girls she had bested and ones who had been jealous of her. She had medium-sized breasts and hips and a very well-developed ass that was like a perfect sphere under the tight leather of her pants. The other was Rikka, a Japanese beauty. She had shoulder-length hair that was black as her leather pants. Her body was somewhat leaner than Amanda’s but she had larger breasts, twin globes of womanly flesh that protruded from her chest. Rikka was from Galloway, where she had made a solid reputation for herself fighting other locals in one of the bars. Amanda had become the partner of Gabriela after fighting her in an exhibition; the two of them had formed their own performance company and moved north to Galloway, looking to take advantage of the larger population there, especially the men who worked in the mines and forests there. They had been hired by a wealthy young woman named Natalie to compete in a set of matches at this resort, Highland Lake, where Natalie had some sort of agreement. There was a great deal of money represented in the audience Natalie had put together for the event. Amanda and Gabriela and one of their employees, Shadi, would meet three women Natalie had brought from Galloway.
Natalie herself stepped between the torches and turned to face the audience with her hands up for quiet. “I’d like to thank all of you for helping us put this event together. I know that we are all going to have a very enjoyable week here,” she said, and there was clapping and nodding in agreement from the crowd. Natalie nodded and clapped with them and a large smile crept across her face. “Most importantly, let me thank the lovely ladies who will be competing in front of us. In the end, this is all about them and we’re just fortunate to be here to witness it.” As she spoke, Natalie thought of what Gabriela had told her of their history and what she’d heard about her since they had moved to Galloway. “As I’ve learned myself,” Natalie continued, “competition is liberating and what pleasure we get from this is nothing compared to what these lovely women gain for themselves. And let me thank Amanda, here before us now, and her partner Gabriela, whom I know so very well myself.” And, her smile growing, she gestured with one arm toward Amanda, to her side, and to Gabriela, who was watching with her other girls from off to the side and behind the audience. And then she was taking her seat again and the two ladies were ready to start.
Rikka and Amanda stood staring at each other, the light flickering on their skin, breasts rising and falling as their breathing increased, and then they leapt forward. It was as if they both sprang into the air simultaneously, their bodies forming two lines leaning toward some point above them, arms out, hair flying. And then they crashed together and fell lengthwise to the earth. Immediately they were rolling back and forth in the sand, their legs intertwined, feet pushing into the soft ground as they tried to gain traction, their thighs rubbing against each other. Their chests were pressed together and the enormous breasts of Rikka swelled outward under their arms as they clashed. There was silence but for the grunts of the two fighting women and the quiet slapping of the water against the shore beyond them and the scraping sound their bodies made against the sand. Everyone in the audience might have held their breath together for all the sound they made. For the time being the two women ignored each other’s hair and they pounded on each other’s backs or the sides of their heads with their fists. Over and over they churned in the sand, one on top and then the other, their cheeks often touching so that each could feel the hard breathing of the other and smell her, that intoxicating combination of excitement and determination and raw beauty.
After an interminable period Amanda got on top of Rikka and threw slaps and punches down on her. Rikka held her arms in front of her face trying to defend herself and then she reached up and grabbed hold of Amanda’s breasts and hair, twisting and yanking on whatever she could get hold of. Amanda tried to ignore it but when Rikka got hold of her nipple in a vicelike pinch and began twisting it she used both hands to pry it away. Rikka then went to her hair and Amanda clocked her in the side of the head with her fist. Rikka’s eyes went cloudy and Amanda rolled free, holding her breast. Rising, she rubbed the pain away from her chest and then pulled a still-dazed Rikka to her feet by the hair. Both women had sand plastered to their torsos and their faces and stuck in their hair. Amanda smacked her across the face, turning her halfway around. With an air of determination Rikka stamped her bare foot down into the sand to stop her momentum and she spun around throwing a wild right hand. But Amanda was anticipating that and she stepped forward inside the blow and hooked her left arm under her arm and around her back so that she was controlling her and the two of them were facing each other. And then Amanda slugged her in the stomach with a closed fist, twisting her hips with the punch and driving the air out of her. Rikka’s beautiful face contorted in shock and pain, her eyes closing shut, and she was bent forward as her torso hitched as she tried to breathe. Amanda hit her again in the stomach two more times, quickly and with less force, again with her right and then she threw uppercuts into her large breasts. Again these had less force because of the position of their bodies and before Rikka could recover Amanda violently twisted her hips and threw her over and onto her back and landed hard on her in the sand.
Rikka lay motionless, staring up at the empty night sky and Amanda for a moment lay atop her. Amanda was breathing hard with the exertion and Rikka was still struggling to breathe at all. The wind picked up and Amanda felt the rush of cold air across her body and the rough sand grinding where their flesh rubbed together. At last she rolled off of the Japanese beauty and came up to one knee, pausing there with her forearm across her knee and facing the audience who was there to watch her fight this other woman. She pushed herself up to feet and then turned toward her opponent, bending to grab her by the hair and arm and pull her up, but Rikka was ready for her and she hooked her hand on Amanda’s calf and pulled her leg out from under her. Amanda crashed to the earth and as she was sitting up Rikka leapt on her with surprising speed and force. She crashed into her and Amanda was knocked onto her back. Both girls lay stunned for an instant and then they threw their arms around each other and began rolling back and forth again. Their breasts were smashed together as they clung to each other. This time Rikka got on top and she began pummeling Amanda with rights and lefts. Amanda suffered under her and then finally bucked her off. Rikka got to her feet and as she turned toward her Amanda, with a shriek, leapt into the air and kicked her in the chest with a dropkick.
Amanda and Rikka landed at the same time, Amanda on her side and Rikka on her back. Amanda lay panting and then sat up and saw that Rikka was lying flat on her back, holding her breasts in her hands and moaning in pain. She got to her feet and stood over the other young woman and swept her hair back from her face and stamped her foot down into her stomach and then when Rikka instinctively covered herself there Amanda stamped her bare foot down on her chest. At this point Rikka could do nothing but roll onto her stomach, away from her opponent. Amanda stood watching her, her hands on her hips, and she took her time and slowed down her breathing. Then when she was ready she kicked Rikka in the side, forcing her onto her back once again. This time when Amanda bent to pull her up Rikka made no effort to surprise her and Amanda pulled her up by the hair. She hit her in the stomach and then threw uppercuts into her breasts and then when Rikka covered herself she slapped her across the face. Rikka threw wild rights and lefts and Amanda tagged her with shorter punches to the body and face again that drove her back. The two women were now standing in the water, their feet sinking down into the wet sand and the soft splashing with each step and their grunting as they fought. Rikka threw more blows and this time she was able to connect. The two of them stood toe to toe, the water up to their shins, hitting each other in the stomach, ribs, bust and face. Soon enough Amanda was hitting her repeatedly and then with a snarl she dove into her, knocking her back into the deeper water. The two women thrashed in the water, their hair flying around, rising and falling as they struggled.
Again Amanda got the better of Rikka and she tackled her backward, up onto the beach, with their chests and faces pressed together and her arms wrapped around her torso. They landed like that, Amanda on top, and this time she quickly pulled her to her feet. Standing her up straight and stepping to the side, taking the measure of the Japanese beauty, she whipped a vicious chop into her breasts. The sound was sharp in the cold night and the sting of it ran all the way up Amanda’s arm. But Rikka somehow stayed on her feet, folding her arms over her breasts and moaning, leaning forward. Amanda could see that she was done and so she pulled her arms down with a hard yank and chopped her across the breasts again, this time bringing her palm down across the top of Rikka’s large bosom. Amanda felt her breast deform under her hand and this time Rikka fell. She was on her hands and knees, moaning and, it sounded, beginning to whimper. She held one hand to her breast and Amanda stood in front of her and gripped her by the hair and drove her knee into the center of her chest. As she struck home Amanda let go of her hair and her opponent landed on her back. Amanda sank down and folding her legs under her she sat astride her, pinning her down. They were at the edge of the water line and Amanda noticed its pooling around the young woman under her. Rikka tried to fight back, bringing her hands up over her face, but Amanda shoved them down to the ground and slapped her across the face with rights and lefts until it was over.
Everyone retired for the night after that. Two nights later, they had the use of a dining hall in the resort’s main building. Natalie had arranged for the guests and most of the staff to be kept clear to avoid outside interference. There were three long tables, arranged at right angles facing in toward the center. Natalie herself was seated in the middle of the center table, at center of everything, smoking a cigar and drinking wine. Gabriela was seated to her right, closer to one corner. When she and Amanda had put aside their differences and formed their company together, it was Gabriela who had wanted to move north, toward Galloway, and the money there had done them well. But she had heard about an enterprising young woman, a gorgeous blonde with a stunning body, who had, somehow ingratiated herself with the most powerful family in the area, and that this blonde was given to rather peculiar interests. And Gabriela had put herself in the right circles and put on shows for the right crowd and then when she’d been invited to meet this young enterprising blonde she had been met with a knowing smile. There had been a beautiful young Asian woman sitting next to Natalie; she’d said little but stared hard at Gabriela quite a bit. They struck a deal for what would evolve into this week at Lake Highland over wine and Gabriela had left her old home without incident—although of course it had never been hers in the way it was now Natalie’s. The fee they had agreed to would seem low to her partner Amanda, but Gabriela had gone easy on that to make sure that it would be Kayley who put together the Galloway women whom they would meet.
Now, sitting there at the table in her beautiful dress, Gabriela looked across at the woman she was going to fight soon, dressed in a dress just as beautiful as hers, her hair coiffed just as stylishly. Her name was Karolina and she was sitting at the far end from Gabriela. And sitting next to her was Kayley, who was drinking a glass of wine and laughing and chatting with a young man. The young man was laughing and looking down her dress, and she was letting him. Gabriela watched this go on and wondered if Kayley had noticed her watching it. And then she rose and, with a brush of her hand moving some handsome young man aside, she sat down next to Natalie. The Asian beauty, Elle, from their meeting back in Galloway was sitting on the other side of Natalie. She was staring at Gabriela in much the same way she had then. At their first meeting, Gabriela had been unsure of the relationship between Elle and Natalie, but now she thought it was more rivalry than friendship. She made a mental note to check in with her friends who still worked at the Murrell estate.
“Nervous about tonight?” Natalie asked her, eyes sparkling.
“Excited, I would call it,” Gabriela answered.
“She should be relieved that this sort of thing is beneath a woman of good breeding,” Elle said.
“I’m sure that the world is full of things that have been under you,” Gabriela answered.
“I’m sure that you had a reason for coming over here before your fight,” Natalie interjected.
“I was thinking that there is a way to make tonight more interesting.”
“How so?”
“If I win tonight, Amanda and I get to make a visit to your room afterward.”
“How is that a win for you?”
“You make sure that your girl Kayley is there too.”
Natalie looked at her, and then she smiled. “Done. And if you lose, it’s just you who comes to my room, no Amanda, and we get what we want from you.”
“Deal,” Gabriela said, and they briefly shook hands, and then she went back to her seat. On the way, she saw that Kayley had taken notice of her. As Gabriela sat, she winked across the open space at Kayley and then she picked at her dinner and drank a bit of wine.
It was time for the catfight at last. Natalie called for the area before the tables to be cleared and then afterward the two young women came forward. The open space was large enough and they stood on opposite ends facing each other but then Natalie asked that they come closer so that they she should see them together. The two women came closer and Natalie told them to come closer still so that she could admire them and then they were nearly shoulder to shoulder. On the left was Gabriela, the Colombian beauty. She was wearing a white dress, off the shoulder and tight to her skin. Her magnificent bosom swelled up gloriously out of the top, rising and falling with her deep breathing now that she was near to fighting. Her skin was a deep and rich brown and her hair was dark and curly and it fell naturally below her shoulders. Her womanly hips and ass filled out the middle of the dress just as admirably, and then below that the dress swelled out over her legs and fell to the floor. The beauty of her face and her figure both was that of youth and energy, with her deep brown eyes and round cheeks and her perfect chin added to the near-perfection of her body. The blonde next to her, Karolina, seemed to be the same age, young but fully an adult woman, but she was a few inches taller and, being of just as full a figure, would weight a bit more. Her skin was pale and her blonde hair was the same as Gabriela’s, just as luxuriant and of an equal length and texture. She wore a black dress, also off the shoulder, and like Gabriela’s it was cut deep up top to reveal the intoxicating swell of her breasts. And as with Gabriela’s, hers rose and fell with her deep breathing as she readied herself for the fight. And her hips and her ass were just as womanly and powerful.
“You are both so beautiful,” Natalie said at last, when she was done drinking them in. “Although I admit that I feel some despair that your legs are covered up so. Oh well, I suppose that they won’t be for long,” she finished with a laugh.
Then Gabriela and Karolina turned and faced each other, their breasts and faces only inches apart, and they looked into each other’s eyes and then as they backed away their glares turned downward to each other’s bodies and then when they were far enough apart to satisfy decorum they charged at each other. They collided like two charging jaguars in the center of the open space, faces drawn into snarls and hands stretched out. They immediately fell to the floor. Rolling over, one on top and then the other, the Colombian brunette and the Swedish blonde pulled hair and screeched and slapped and tore at each other. Seams on their dresses began to rip open from the stress of their thrashing about. Gabriela got on top and she banged Karolina’s head on the floor once but the blonde got her hands on her face and pushed it up and away and then the two of them rolled away from each other. Karolina got to her feet and turned to face the Latina but Gabriela was already there and was running at her, as best as she could in the voluminous dress. She put her shoulder into Karolina’s midsection and drove the blonde back and the two women struck one of the banquet tables. Despite the encumbrance of their dresses Gabriela kept churning and pushing on her and they both tipped over the table and went through the food and drink and sending the guests who were nearby scattering they fell to the floor on the other side.
They came back to their feet at the same time and Karolina slapped her across the face but Gabriela slapped her back. Then when Karolina came at her again she blocked her arm and seizing her by the hair she slammed her face down on the table. The busty blonde lay face down motionless for an instant, stunned, and Gabriela pulled her up standing and took a jug of wine and poured the entirety of it over her head. The red liquid ran through her blonde hair and down her pale beautiful face and pale beautiful breasts and she was so surprised she just stood there blinking at her opponent. Gabriela tossed the now-empty jug aside and stared back at her, as if she too were equally surprised, and then she slapped her across the face as if there no other action she could have taken. Karolina was shaken from her stupor and she replied by returning the slap to Gabriela’s face and then she returned the insult by pouring another jug of wine over the head of the Latina. And it drenched her hair and soaked through her white dress. And then after she had tossed aside her own jug she slapped her again. They were paused like that and then as if some unheard gong had tolled they clashed again. They grabbed hair and struggled against each other, stumbling around the tight quarters between the banquet table and the rear wall of the room. When they weren’t pulling hair they were slapping each other across the face or on the shoulders or back. And then after that had run its coarse they seized each other by the front of the dress and pulled, ripping open their bodices. Their large breasts now partially exposed, they went back to pulling hair.
“That’s it,” Natalie, gesticulating wildly, the trail of smoke from the cigar hovering about her face. “Show everyone what she’s got!” The two fighting women spun in a circle, their breasts wobbling as they pulled on each other ferociously. “You’re stronger than her! Come on now!”
Karolina now took hold of Gabriela around the torso and using her height and weight advantage she tossed her onto the table. Gabriela landed on her back and Karolina leaned forward, hands out, ready to grab her big bosom, but the brunette got her feet up and kicked her squarely in the torso. The blonde was sent backward where she hit the wall and the two met again on their feet. They had their arms around each other and they went spinning down the wall, tugging and pulling on each other. At one point Gabriela had her back against the wall, with the blonde leaning and grinding on her, savagely pulling on her hair or her dress, and then at another their situations were reversed and Gabriela had Karolina to the wall. As they made their way down the wall their dresses were falling apart, torn open front and back and seams popped open everywhere. As they neared the corner Gabriela suddenly braced herself with one foot against the wall and pushing she flung them both onto the table. Food and drink went flying and Karolina was on her back, crossways on the table, and Gabriela’s momentum carried her all the way over to the floor in front. Both women rose at the same time and they stood measuring each other. Gabriela’s breast had come out of her bra and she adjusted herself. Then she winked at Karolina and gestured “come on” with her hands, palms up, and together the two women, still on opposite sides of the table, walked down to the corner where there was a break in the table.
They met again when they reached the gap between the tables. Gabriela went for her hair but Karolina seized her around the shoulders. The girls spun in a circle and then they went crashing through the doorway in the corner. On the other side of the door was a wide hallway that led to the kitchen and along one wall were stacks of large barrels and Gabriela went crashing into them and Karolina came with her. They fell to the ground together and Karolina immediately got on top of her. Their dresses were now little more than rags draped across them, their gorgeous bodies exposed, and Karolina sunk her hands into Gabriela’s vulnerable breasts. She squeezed and pulled on them and Gabriela shrieked in pain and surprise and in response she first tried to pull the hands off and then she grabbed the blonde hair that was hanging down around Karolina’s face.
Natalie was the first of the audience to get into the hallway. Still holding her cigar, she screamed, “Take it, Karolina! Crush her! She can’t hurt you! Rip those things off her chest!” She was standing over them, her face bright red, and some of her spittle of her shouting fell onto the two girls.
The rest of the audience, the wealthy who had paid for this and wagered on it, they were now crowding into the hallway or stacking up at the door, and as they put eyes on the girls again Gabriela thrust her hips up and pulled at her hair and so doing slammed Karolina against the stack of barrels. The barrels rattled and one on top tipped over and clear, cold water came splashing over the both of them. They were so startled by this that the girls stopped fighting for a second. Both were breathing in sharp gasps from the cold and the shock. The ruins of their dresses were now plastered to their skin, their hair drenched. And when Gabriela bucked violently in the other direction and the two women were thrashing back and forth on the ground, clutching at each other, the last of their clothing was torn away and they were left in their underwear, demibras and panties and stockings. These too were soaked through and offered little coverage from the eyes of their watchers but the women fought on with no regard for that.
Gabriela got on top and she sat across Karolina’s stomach and slapped back and forth. But then Karolina brought up her feet and caught Gabriela around the head and shoulders with them and pulling and rolling like that she got out from under her. Free, she turned away and pulled herself to her feet by the barrels. But before she got set to defend herself Gabriela leapt onto her back and as she bore her back down to the floor she locked her feet around her waist. Karolina pried at the legs clamped onto her midsection but Gabriela yanked her head back by the hair and leaned back, pointing her up to the ceiling. Then when Karolina reached for the hands in her hair Gabriela moved her hands to the other girl’s chest. She popped open the bra, which was already strained by the massive bosom, and returned the attack done to her moments before. She mauled her, sinking in her fingers and crushing her prized assets. Now it was Karolina’s turn to shriek in pain and anger. She pulled at the hands and then she began throwing back her elbow as best she could.
Gabriela slapped her breasts playfully. “You’ve got an amazing rack,” she said into Karolina’s ear. And then she smacked her cheeks in the same playful manner. “And such a pretty face.”
Karolina managed to twist herself around enough that she could attack Gabriela’s breast in reply, pinching it from the side. Gabriela renewed her own attack, pinching as well, as if her hand were a clasp that had seized hold of it from the front, around the nipple. Both girls were moaning now and their pinching and squeezing gained speed and urgency. At last then Karolina turned herself around and she was facing Gabriela, their wet bodies sliding more freely around each other. The Colombian kept her legs locked around her waist but now she was under the Swedish beauty. They both grabbed each other’s hair but this time Karolina immediately began pulling up on Gabriela’s head. The discomfort turned to pain and soon she was forced to give up her lock around the midsection and Karolina was trying to get out from between her thighs. The two of them scrambled and Karolina got on top and she sat up and then she slid herself up Gabriela’s torso until she was sitting across her breasts. Gabriela’s face was between her legs and Karolina pulled her face up into her crotch with one hand and pinched and fondled her breast with the other. Gabriela pushed on the thighs around her head and then she was squirming and writhing and then she did as Karolina had done to her. She began slamming her knees against Karolina’s back and when Karolina reached back to try to catch them Gabriela got one foot around her head and pulling and pushing she got out from under her.
The two were on their feet now, facing each other in the hallway. Their youthful, curvaceous bodies glistened with the water that had doused them and the sweat that had sanctified them in their most feminine conflict. Their large breasts tipped by nipples equally as large and rockhard with the arousal both women felt. Their hair wet and stuck to their heads and shoulders. Their beautiful faces contorted with focus and friction. Their panties and stockings, one black and the other white, both full of runs. And the audience struggling to fit into the hallway to view it all.
They slapped each other across the face. Their hair whirled and they grunted with the force of it. They were constrained by the width of the hallway and when Gabriela tried to circle she bumped against the barrels on the one side and Karolina rushed her. Chest to chest they struggled and they forced each other down the hallway as they did so. When they reached the end of the hallway one of the audience, a middle-aged man who had lost a good deal of his hair and gained a good amount of stomach opened the door into the next room. Gabriela found herself thrown toward it but she caught herself in the frame. As she whirled into place, her hands braced against the doorframe on either side, feet planted solidly under her, chest out proud, she saw that the hallway turned and led into the kitchen itself and she saw a pair of scullions staring at her with what seemed more like wonder than horror. Both the girls were young and quite pretty and she found herself staring back them rather longer than she should have and while she was distracted Karolina drove a vicious chop into her chest. Gabriela moaned in pain and her body twitched as she momentarily lost control and before she could recover Karolina chopped her across the breasts again. This time Gabriela stumbled back into the next room, her hands over her chest. The room was a lounge of some kind and she backed into a couch and when she looked up Karolina was tackling her.
“Whooo!” Natalie yelled now. “Get that whore down! Finish her!” She had lost her cigar at some point and she took a glass of wine from another spectator and drained it.
Gabriela was now on her back and under the blonde. Her chest still hurt from the chops and now the blonde was slapping her face and trying to mount her, to pin her arms under her legs so that she could then torture her as she pleased. Gabriela got her hands free and reached up and grabbed Karolina’s breasts. The big blonde closed her eyes and moaned in pain and at first she reached for the hands on her to pull them off but then she grabbed hold of Gabriela’s breasts and started squeezing her. Both girls were now writhing and thrashing against each other, until at least Karolina couldn’t take it and taking advantage of her sitting position she leaned back until she had freed herself of Gabriela’s grip. Karolina got off of her and was getting to her feet when Gabriela leapt onto her from behind. The two of them went stumbling forward and they crashed into the couch. Karolina hit hard and she was stunned. Gabriela got control of her and she spun her around so that Gabriela was behind her, her legs locked around her waist, and she sat herself down on the couch with Karolina on top of her. Then Gabriela reached around and grabbed her breasts, twisting and mauling and pinching her, as she squeezed her legs together as hard as she could. Karolina suffered like this, trying to pull the legs apart, and as she did she looked up and made eye contact with Natalie.
“Get out of there!” the blonde boss yelled.
With those words, Karolina suddenly slammed her feet down on the floor, pushing, and arched her back with all her strength. The force tipped the couch over backward and the two girls went tumbling after. They came to their feet at the same time and without pause began slapping each other. Rights and lefts to the face that sent their hair whirling about. This hurt them both and they slowed down, grew more cautious. Karolina went for the face again and Gabriela retaliated with blows to her chest, bringing her cupped hands upward into the underside of her breasts. Karolina covered herself instinctively and Gabriela slapped her across the face in response. Now the blonde was sent turning away, waving her hands in the air as if to protect her face and her chest at the same time, and Gabriela seized her by the hair and yanked backward, pulling her all the way down to the floor. Karolina hit the ground hard and she lay on her back, staring vacantly upward, as the gorgeous brunette mounted her. But she planted her shapely ass on Karolina’s face, her arms trapped under her legs, and then she began pounding her in the stomach and the breasts. Over and over she hit her until she stopped trying to wriggle free from under her and then she continued hitting her. Then, she looked down at the raw-looking bosom of the beauty under her and pinching her nose she snorted, as if clearing out her lungs, and then wiped the sweat from her face and flicked it off her fingers and only then did she rise. She was exhausted and she wobbled but she stood over the other woman, who was still lying motionless but for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. And then she turned to Natalie and said, “That was fun. I’d like to claim my prize now.”
“Your prize is that you get to walk out of here in one piece, whore,” Natalie said hotly.
“Now now,” Gabriela replied. “You’re not going to renege, are you? In front of all these people who saw you promise? A member of a proper family like you? What would they say?” she asked, her voice drifting upward in mockery. The two women glared at each other and then Natalie turned and stormed off.
Late that night, Gabriela and Amanda went together to Natalie’s suite. Gabriela wore a revealing dress and she had redone her hair and makeup but she did not feel like she looked. Her body hurt, every muscle and bit of skin she could have conceived of, and even going up the stairs left her breathing ragged, so worn out was she still. But it would not keep her from taking what was owed her. Inside the room she found Natalie, and Kayley, and a tall athletic man with light brown hair. The man was one of their audience from the fight and he was young, and handsome, and Gabriela enjoyed the feeling of his eyes going up and down her body but then she put it out of mind. There was cheese and wine on the table and Gabriela took some of each. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” she said. Natalie was staring at her, still hot, but she said nothing.
Then she ordered Kayley to come to her and remove her own dress and then Gabriela’s. They moved to the bathroom and the others followed. Here Gabriela sat down on the edge of the tub. There was a rubbing oil, a balm they used to relieve soreness, and Kayley poured it over her shoulders and then began rubbing it into her body. She lightly slid her hands over her arms and shoulders, her neck and then her upper back and then her lower back. Then she came around and, applying more oil to her hands, she rubbed down her breasts and then her stomach and then her hips and thighs. When she was done she ordered Kayley to do the same to Amanda. This she did, with rather more force than was necessary and with a displeased look on her face.
“I don’t think she likes it much, Amanda,” Gabriela said.
“Well that’s a shame,” Amanda replied, and she took hold of Kayley by the hair, not too roughly but not gently, and brought their faces together and kissed her. Then she made her suck on her nipples. But soon enough she pushed the curvy brunette away and went to the tall athletic man. “This is more my type,” she said, and began kissing his chest. Then she led him to the bed.
That left Gabriela and Kayley in the bathroom with Natalie. Gabriela had her fun with Kayley while Natalie watched. She made her suck on her nipples and kiss her pussy and then when she put Kayley on her back on the cold tile of the floor she sat on her face and brought Natalie down with her. Natalie had taken off her clothes and she and Gabriela were both on top of Kayley, kissing and fondling each other. Gabriela could see on Natalie’s face that the blonde was both aroused and angered by this and Gabriela enjoyed both possibilities. Later Gabriela thought of her first encounter with Kayley while she was intertwined with her on the floor while Natalie watched. Throughout this Gabriela maintained her control and at the end of their time together Kayley was only breathing hard, not bruised or bloodied. But then when they were done, Amanda decided that she was not. She returned to the bathroom and led Kayley by the hair out to the bedroom and gave her to tall athletic man. She held Kayley’s head down while she sucked him off, and then she held Kayley’s face down in the mattress while he fucked her from behind. And she made Kayley lick his cock clean when he was done with her there. When Amanda was finished the atmosphere of the room had shifted and that was when Gabriela and Amanda left for the evening.
