Slave Girl Challenge, Part Eight by brooksie (brooksie@pacificcoast.net) Two young women fight for the right to serve. Katherine woke the next morning feeling more groggy than she usually did after a few drinks. She rolled over in bed a few times, finally forcing herself to get up. Wandering into her en suite bathroom, she turned on the shower and climbed in. As she stood in front of her closet, drying off and trying to decide what to wear, Katherine gradually became aware of the sound of splashing. Looking out her window, she saw Angel swimming lengths in the pool. Katherine admired the girl's stroke. It was strong and clean, propelling her swiftly through the water. She got dressed, went into the kitchen and felt like shouting "hallelujah" when she saw Angel had made coffee. Part way through her second cup, she felt a hunger pang. Katherine got out some eggs, chopped a few vegetables and made omelettes. She threw some bread in the toaster. Putting down the newspaper she'd been absently leafing through, she went out to the deck and called to Angel. "Hey, are you hungry?" Angel stopped swimming. "Starved!" she answered. "Well come on, then. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Angel swam to the side of the pool and hopped out, naked. "Sorry," she said, drying herself off and wrapping the towel around her. "I didn't bring a swim suit". "That's all right. It's quite private back here. And I certainly don't mind," Katherine said, smiling. She invited Angel to sit down at the patio table, and brought out the food she had warming in the oven. The two of them feasted on omelettes, toast, orange juice, fruit and coffee, making small talk as they did. "I see you're quite a good swimmer," Katherine commented. "I must admit to being a bit jealous." "Why?" "I'm not." "Don't you like being in the water?" "I love it. I just feel clumsy and awkward." "Are you afraid?" "I don't think so." "Oh. That's usually the reason most people don't swim very well. They're just not comfortable in the water. Otherwise, almost anyone can learn to be a good swimmer." "Is that right?" "Uh-huh," Angel affirmed, nodding her head vigorously. "How do you know that?" "I used to teach swimming, at the "Y" when I was around 15. I needed the money to pay for my horse." "So, a swimmer too. See, you are pretty athletic. I think you'll take to wrestling all right." Clearly, from the look on her face, Angel had forgotten about the wrestling match Katherine had in mind for her. She sounded like she wished Katherine had, too. "Is this really for real? I have to fight another girl for you?" "Yes. You see, I had almost settled on someone who I was prepared to accept as my slave girl. Then I met you and...well, let's just say I wasn't so sure anymore. I've been trying to think of how to choose, and this is the way I've decided to do it." "Why this way?" Katherine took a second before answering. "Remember when I was explaining how women who decide to explore the goddess lifestyle often band together, for mutual support and just to be with people who understand their lifestyle choice?" "Uh-huh." "Well, I'm part of such a community, in L.A." "You mean a bunch of women like you?" "Well, I supposed I'm one of the more muscularly developed ones, but all of these women are physically impressive, and more muscular than the average woman, that's for sure." "You must be quite the crew when you go out clubbing for a night," Angel laughed. "Yes, I suppose. But we don't do that too often, and when we do, it's usually to the fetish clubs. We're well known at those places and are usually more comfortable there. But often, we'll get together at one of our member's homes and make our own entertainment." "What sort of entertainment?" Katherine grinned. "We like to have our slaves wrestle." Angel shook her head. "I should have known." Katherine went on to explain that it wasn't always just an idle pastime, but that Goddesses sometimes get designs on one another's slave, and challenge each other by having them wrestle, the prize being temporary custody of the goddess' slave. "For how long?" Angel asked. "It could be a day, or a few. A week at most." "Is that the only reason they wrestle?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, is it always about getting to have the slave for a while?" "No. Sometimes problems will develop between a goddess and her slave. If the slave girl wants to be with another goddess, and that goddess is willing to accept her, she might have her wrestle for the right to leave her previous mistress." "Don't they ever just run away?" "They don't have to, Angel. It's like I told you, our slaves are only subservient because they want to be. It's in their nature to admire, and to serve, powerful women. We're not kidnappers. If someone really wants out of this community, they can just go. But sometimes, the slave doesn't want to leave the community, they just want to change masters." "What if the goddess she wants to be with doesn't want her?" "If no one else in the community is interested in having her, then her goddess might dismiss her. When that happens, she simply packs up and leaves. Depending on what sort of terms they are parting on, a Goddess may give her an amount of money, you know, as a kind of severance pay." Katherine sat quietly, letting her take all this information in. At last, Angel looked up. "Who is this girl I have to fight?" "Her name is Lee Anne." "What does she look like? Is she bigger than me? She probably is." "Yes, a bit. I'd say she's got two, maybe three inches on you in height, and she's probably about ten pounds heavier, fifteen at the most." "And what kind of athletic background does she have? Don't say wrestling." Katherine laughed and shook her head. "No, not wrestling. Lee Anne's a former kick boxer." "A KICK BOXER? Oh my god, I'm going to get KILLED!" Angel screeched. "Relax, Angel. That doesn't mean anything, except she knows what it's like to be in a fight. This is wrestling. There won't be any punching or kicking. I think you'll be on equal terms. I wouldn't even suggest this if I thought one of you were going to be slaughtered." Her words fell on deaf ears. Angel looked anguished. "Why does it have to be a contest?" she wailed. "Just pick me. I'll be the best slave girl you can ever imagine. I'll make you feel so good, and I promise to always obey you and do whatever you want." "And what happens when I want you to wrestle for me?" "Shit!" Angel realized there was no way around this, aside from getting in her car and driving off. She had one chance to be with Katherine, and this was it. Silently, Katherine observed her. She looked glum. "This sucks," she said, with characteristic bluntness. "Why?" "Because, first I'm probably going to get my ass kicked, and then I don't even get to be with you." "Do you need some time to think about it?" Katherine inquired gently. Angel tightened her lips, stared down at the floor for a minute, then looked up at Katherine. With a voice filled with resignation, she shook her head. "No. I don't need any time. What do I have to do?"