Slave Girl Challenge, Part Ten
by brooksie (brooksie@pacificcoast.net)
Two young women fight for the right to serve.




As the week wore on, Angel became more and more distracted. By Saturday,
she was a mess. At work, she screwed up about as much as one person
working in a health food store possibly could. Several people commented
she didn't seem to be her normal self. A few customers made joking
references as to what might be troubling her. They were, not
surprisingly, way off the mark. Finally it was time to close. She
couldn't wait to get out of there and put the embarrassing day behind
her.

Angel had made no plans for that night, but after she got home, showered
and ate, she wished she had. She tried distracting herself with TV &
music, but that didn't work. She wanted to call Katherine so badly, but
was worried about appearing weak, or needy.

Angel tried logging in to her favourite chatroom. She wasn't fussy about
who was there or what they were discussing. At this point, she thought,
I'll take anything...politics, sports talk...whatever. Maybe there'll be
someone in there dissing FBB's and I can give them a piece of my mind,
she thought. Instead, she typed in her password and found herself in the
middle of a conversation about female wrestlers. She didn't stay long.

Too restless to sit still, Angel decided to go out for a nice, long
walk, do some window shopping, people watching - anything to help her
relax. She thought it had worked, but when she got home, she found
herself as antsy as ever. She flicked on the TV but couldn't concentrate
on anything like a drama and the jokes on the comedy channel were
falling flat. Glancing around for a book or a magazine, she spied the
videos sitting on a shelf. I have to remember to bring those tomorrow,
she reminded herself. There was no point in watching them again. She'd
seem them a dozen times over the past few days. Angel felt as prepared
as possible for the next days encounter.

She'd even talked her friend Jill into helping her practice, without
saying exactly what it was for. She did get to practice a few holds, and
learn what they felt like when someone was putting them on her, but when
she and Jill tried to have an actual match, they didn't get too far
before being overcome by fits of giggles. After a while, the giggles
subsided, replaced by sighs and moans as erotic combat took over the
agenda. Pinned to the bed, a helpless prisoner of Angel's tongue, Jill
wondered aloud why she needed to learn any wrestling holds at all.

"You can make any woman helpless with that tongue of yours."

Jill's words kept coming back to her, and each time they did, Angel's
mind went straight to Katherine. I wish I could have used my tongue on
her, she thought. I'd have made her helpless - helpless to choose anyone
but me. This, and a myriad of other thoughts ran through Angel's mind
and she tossed, turned and struggled to fall asleep, which she did,
eventually. Waking at her usual time, Angel felt more exhausted than
ever. She didn't need to be at Katherine's for hours, so she switched
off the alarm, rolled over and happily went back to sleep.

The second time she awoke, Angel felt rested and relaxed. For some
reason, she was perfectly calm. She made herself a hearty breakfast and
afterwards went though some yoga poses and a bit of light stretching.
She took a long shower, packed a bag with a change of clothes,
toothbrush, a bit of makeup, the workout clothes she planned to wrestle
in and the borrowed videos. With a shock, she realized she felt
confident. She expected to win and not to be returning home that
evening. She couldn't explain the feeling, but there was no mistaking
it.

She got dressed, grabbed her bag, got in her car and headed towards
Katherine's. There were lots of reasons to be nervous, but she wasn't.
Not until she got there, at least. Pulling into Katherine's driveway,
she saw the motorcycle. It looked fast and dangerous. For some reason,
that was all it took to trigger her and her stomach filled with
butterflies. Only tough chicks ride bikes, was the thought she kept
dwelling on, until she began to lose patience with herself. Get it
together, she snapped at herself and got out of the car. She shouldered
the bag and took a deep breath.

Katherine answered the door and ushered her into the living room, where
Angel saw the mats had been moved to.

"It's a bit too hot in the wrestling room at this time of day, so I
thought we'd do it out here. Besides," she smiled, "I need a comfortable
place to sit and watch."

She indicated the sofa, which was currently occupied by Angel's
competition.

"Lee Anne, this is Angel."

Lee Anne stood, shook Angel's hand and a couple of curt "i's" were
exchanged. Although she was taller than Angel by a few inches and, as
Katherine had said, about ten or fifteen pounds heavier, Angel felt
relieved. In her mind, an opponent closer to Katherine's size than her
own, despite the fact she'd been given an accurate description. In a
way, it was perfect. Angel saw instantly how the irrational part of her
brain was ready to take over and fill her head with unrealistic images.
Don't project, be in the moment. Katherine had said that, or something
similar, while coaching her in wrestling. Angel felt a calm settle over
her as she sat down and sized up her competition.

She had no trouble seeing why Katherine had picked her - what a cute!
Curly red hair, not like Little Orphan Annie, but more wavy, and darker.
Angel started to wonder if she was a natural redhead, thought about
inspecting her bush and from there, slipped into a cunnilingual fantasy
she had to snap herself out of by remembering she was here to wrestle
Lee Anne, not fuck her.

Not that she wouldn't have like to. Lee Anne had a nice body. Her legs
were smooth, but strong looking and her shoulders, one of Angel's
favourite things to admire on a female body, were broad and nicely
rounded. She didn't really look like a kick boxer, or at least not like
Angel's idea of what one would look like. For one thing, she had
expected Lee Anne to be harder and more ripped, but she had a little
layer of fat covering her abs and hips. Angel made eye contact with her
and smiled, but Lee Anne didn't smile back. She had an icy expression on
her face and Angel quickly looked away. Lee Anne seemed deadly serious.
Any thought of this being pleasurable roll in the hay evaporated
instantly. Lee Anne was clearly here to fight, and to win.

"I don't have a lot to say to the two of you."

Katherine's voice interrupted Angel's thoughts.

"You know why you're here," she continued. "I've given you both the same
amount of training. I know at least one of you thinks this a pretty
strange way for me to choose between you. But this is the way I've
decided to do it and one thing I won't tolerate from my slave girl is
any questioning of my decisions. The other thing I won't accept is
laziness - physical, mental, even emotional. I want nothing held back.
Here's how the match is going to go. You will wrestle for half an hour.
That may not seem like very long but trust me, that 30 minutes will feel
like an eternity. There will be a one minute rest period between falls.
The winner will probably be the one who gets the most submissions."

"Probably?" Lee Anne said.

"Well, there is a way one of you can be victorious, even if you have
submitted more times, and that is by forcing your opponent to forfeit
the match before the time limit is up."

"How?" Angel asked.

"I can't tell you for sure. For the most part, I'll call a break when
one of you submits. However, if one of you submits to a pin or if the
hold doesn't look too dangerous, I might let it go for a bit. I can
offer you one piece of advice and that is, don't be too tempted to go
for the submission right off. If you've got your opponent in a hold she
can't get out of, you can use your superior position to wear her down
first, before finishing her off. That will help you as the match goes
along. Just something to think about. Are you ready?"

Angel and Lee Anne both nodded and wriggled out of their clothes,
stripping down to their wrestling outfits. Angel had on a tiny black
spandex shorts and a pale orange sports bra, while Lee Anne had opted
for a pink string bikini. The top was revealing, showing off a beautiful
set of round, not overly large but perfectly shaped natural breasts.
Angel had to force herself not to stare.

"Take a second to warm up," Katherine called out as she left the room,
"I'll be right back."

The two young women performed some silent stretches. Neither said a
word.  A minute later, Katherine returned. She set a towel and a bottle
of water at opposite corners of the large mat. Both girls automatically
took up positions across from the other and stood there.

"You're going to have to get closer than that," Katherine laughed.

Tentatively, they moved towards the middle of the mat. Angel felt
butterflies in her stomach. Her eyes were wide, and wary. Lee Anne
bounced lightly on her feet and was punching the fist of one hand into
the other. If that was meant to intimidate Angel, it was working.
Katherine approached them, her expression stern.

"I know I've explained the rules of submission wrestling to you. It's
important you understand this is not a cat fight. Any hair-pulling,
biting, kicking, scratching and I'll stop the fall immediately and award
it to the other person. If it's very blatant, or happens repeatedly, you
will lose, period. Discipline is key. I won't have my slave girl
embarrassing me in front of the other goddesses by breaking the rules.
Do you understand?"

Both Angel and Lee Anne indicated they did.

"Ok then...Begin!" Katherine said, stepping back off the mat.