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


Angel lay comfortably between Lee Anne's legs, wantonly regarding her
fine red bush. Cool, she thought, a real redhead. Lowering her head, she
put her tongue to Lee Anne's pussy. Because Lee Anne was unable to
speak, or move in any way really, it was hard to tell what was
happening. A few minutes went by. Katherine wasn't expecting the winner
to be the one performing oral sex on the loser, but Angel seemed to
enjoy eating pussy...certainly not a bad quality for a slave girl to
have.

Katherine had begun fingering herself, her mind drifting a bit, while
the two figures entwined on her living room floor remained nearly
motionless. Her attention was caught by Lee Anne's back arching
violently. Every muscle in her body seemed to stiffen. Angel's movements
slowed, and Lee Anne's muscles gradually relaxed. Angel continued and
before long, Lee Anne's back arched again and her entire body was fully
flexed.  As a bodybuilder, Katherine knew how much effort it took to
keep a muscle flexed for long periods of time. She knew the helpless
girl had to be exhausted by now, but what Angel was doing, was
preventing her from relaxing her muscles. Angel took her through this
cycle several times, until she literally had Lee Anne's entire body in
spasm. To Katherine, it looked like the most exquisite form of torture
she could ever imagine. She got really turned on watching it.

At last, Angel pulled her head back and opened her legs, letting the
poor girl collapse on the mat, which was now thoroughly soaked with her
juices. Lee Anne was crying, loud and hard, and her legs twitched
uncontrollably, releasing the energy she'd been forced to store, while
Angel held her at the height of orgasmic pleasure. Angel knelt down
beside her and, with some difficulty, got her sitting upright. She
buried her face in the smaller girl's chest, held onto her shoulders and
wailed. They were guttural, almost primal cries, coming from deep within
her, from her very core. Angel held, and  rocked her slowly, back and
forth, petting her hair and comforting her. Katherine had never
witnessed anything like it before. It was the least violent, yet most
thorough defeat she'd ever seen and still, Angel wasn't finished.

Slowly, carefully, she moved around behind Lee Anne, all the while
holding her, comforting her, nuzzling her. Angel was so tender with her
Katherine wasn't expecting her to lay back and slowly, almost gently,
put a combination body scissors/sleeper hold on her. Angel wasn't
squeezing her legs, but just using them to hold Lee Anne in place. The
sleeper was the hold she was concentrating on. It was perfectly applied,
Katherine noted. Angel wasn't choking her, but steadily applying
pressure to her neck, cutting off the flow of blood and slowly putting
her out. The whole time, she had her tongue in Lee Anne's ear, kissing,
nibbling and whispering seductively. She stroked her hair and told her
how it was time to take a little nap, and how she wanted Lee Anne to
dream of her.

"Aren't I the best lover you've ever had? No one has ever made you feel
like that before, have they? Time to go to sleep and dream of me. You
love me, don't you baby? It's ok, don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you
anymore. You're just going to take a nice little nap and have sweet
dreams all about me."

Angel continued whispering into Lee Anne's ear, until she lapsed into
unconsciousness. Angel laid her down on the mat and turned her over. She
spotted her bikini bottoms lying there and used them to bind her ankles
together. Then she stripped off her own top and tied Lee Anne's wrists
and ankles together. Angel looked down at her bound and sleeping victim.
Facing Katherine, she lightly rested her tiny foot, with its brightly
painted pink toenails, on Lee Anne's head. Triumphantly raising her
arms, Angel claimed victory.

Katherine was naked now, her face flushed and her breathing ragged.
Gazing with wonderment at Angel, she asked, "What in the hell did you do
to her?"

Angel just smiled and ran her tongue over her lips.

"Never mind, Katherine said, jumping up and scooping Angel into her
arms. "Don't tell me, show me!"

She carried Angel into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Angel
stripped off her shorts and for a few minutes the two nude women kissed,
hugged, sucked each other's nipples and play wrestled. Finally,
Katherine lay back, opened her legs and said, "all right my little
leprechaun, it's time for you to show me your magic charms."

Angel slid down between Katherine's legs. She looked up at the woman to
whom she now belonged and smiled.

"I have an idea," she said softly.

Katherine had already decided that, when it came to sex and sexuality,
she was definitely interested in Angel's ideas.

"What is it?" she replied.

"Let's play a game, a sort of contest. If you give me thirty seconds
head start, I'll bet my tongue-lock can defeat your head scissors."

"What are you talking about?"

"Give me thirty seconds to use my tongue on you and I bet you won't be
able to squeeze my head hard enough to make me give."

"Are you kidding? I could pop your head like a melon."

"Right now, you could. In half a minute though, you'll be lucky if you
can even flex your legs."

Katherine was tempted to tell Angel to just get down to business, but
part of her was totally intrigued. She couldn't resist. She took her
wristwatch off, pushed the button putting it into stopwatch mode and
smiled back at Angel.

"You're on. Thirty seconds...starting...Now!"

And start Angel did. Instantly, Katherine felt sensations she'd never
experienced so quickly with any other woman. Almost immediately, she
began forgot about the watch, the time and the contest. Before the time
when she was supposed to start squeezing was even up, she'd dropped the
watch on the floor. Her legs were wide open, her hips moving in perfect
synchronization with Angel's tongue.

Five minutes later, Katherine had drenched her bed, experienced several
of the most intense orgasms of her life and lay completely limp, going
in and out of conscious awareness. Angel kept her thigh pressed tightly
against Katherine's pussy, slowly inching her way forward until she
gradually wound up seated on top of the muscular bodybuilder.
Experimentally, she put her hands on Katherine's shoulders, pushing them
firmly against the mattress. Katherine's eyes were closed, her
magnificent body undulating post orgasmic content. Angel sat astride
her, mischievously posing, flexing, jutting her chest out  pretending to
have conquered this powerful, awesome amazon woman.

Katherine gradually became aware of the little show Angel was putting
on, but pretended to still be out of it. She was enjoying herself. Angel
was so distracted, sitting one top of her and  watching herself flexing
her little biceps, she didn't notice she was being peeked at. After a
few minutes of Angel's "victory" posing, she suddenly felt a pair of
strong hands on her hips. The next thing she knew, she was hovering in
mid air, hands bracing themselves on Katherine's big, round shoulders.
The surprised expression on Angel's face made Katherine laugh so hard
she almost dropped her.

"Katherine, please" she begged, "I'm sorry. I was just playing around."

"I know, baby, and it was very cute. You're really funny. Besides, you
won. I admit it. I couldn't squeeze my legs at all, and that was, no
question, the best orgasm I've ever had. You are truly amazing."

"So, does that mean you're not going to throw me across the room."

"Of course not." Katherine giggled.

"Well are you going to put me down sometime then?"

"Hmmmm...depends."

"On what?"

"On what you're going to do when I do put you down."

Angel's face broke into a huge grin.

"I think I'm going to do whatever you tell me."

"Right answer. I'm glad my slave girl is so smart."

She set Angel back down between her legs, opened the drawer of her
bedside table and produced a much larger dildo than the one she'd given
Angel to use on Lee Anne.

"So, my little cowgirl, you like to ride...ride me."

For the next half hour or so, the two women explored each other's
bodies, learning about each other's sexuality. As they lay together,
locked in an embrace neither wanted to release, they heard a voice
calling out.

"Oh shit...I forgot about her!"

Katherine peeled Angel off of her and raced out to the living room. Lee
Anne was beginning to cramp up badly from being hog tied for so long.
Katherine loosened her bonds and held her in her arms. She was crying
again. Her body must he aching, thought Katherine. She held her for a
few minutes, then sat her on the sofa, promising to be right back. She
stuck her head into her bedroom and saw Angel had fallen asleep.
Katherine pulled the bed sheet up around her and closed the door. She
went out to the deck and turned on the hot tub, then went back to check
on Lee Anne.

She was no longer in tears, but was still pretty badly shaken up. What
Angel had done to her was beyond defeat, beyond humiliation.
Katherine poured them both a drink and led her out to the Jacuzzi.
Naked, they got in and Katherine held her, while they silently sipped
their drinks. In truth, she wasn't sure what to say. Lee Anne's entire
presence was different. When Katherine had met her, through some of the
other women in her "goddess social circle", she had been a bit of a
punk, a tough street-wise chick who'd grown up lesbian. Her mother was
one and she'd only had strong female role models in her life. She was a
motorcycle fanatic, liked to wear leather and the only weakness she
showed was her inability to control her lust for muscular women,
bodybuilders in particular.

Katherine had liked her spirit, and her confidence. She figured there
might be a little "breaking" required, like a spirited young colt, but
that didn't put her off. But that person didn't seem to exist any
longer. When Katherine broke the silence by asking if she was ok, Lee
Anne began talking quietly...about Angel. She wasn't speaking harshly,
or out of anger. She didn't appear bitter about her defeat. Instead, her
tone was almost one of admiration.  She told Katherine that she was
sorry she hadn't performed better, and sad she'd lost the contest, but
that Angel had proved herself the superior slave girl and deserved to be
with Katherine. At that point, she choked up and tears once more welled
up in her eyes.

As Katherine held the crying girl close, a realization swept across her
mind. Her estimation of these women had been a bit off. Lee Anne was not
reacting with the bitterness Katherine thought she would, if she lost.
Angel, for her part, had proven to be more than Katherine could ever
have imagined. That she had the pluck to battle back and win the
wrestling contest, was not entirely unexpected. But the way she'd done
it, the poise and self-control, the way she'd so thoroughly decimated
Lee Anne, was almost shocking.

In truth, Katherine was now a bit perplexed by Angel. She could dominate
her physically, of course, but was experienced enough to know a
consensual goddess/slave relationship can't sustain itself on that basis
alone. Psychological dominance is a fundamental cornerstone, as well.
There seemed to be so many dimensions to her new slave girl's persona,
Katherine began to wonder if Angel would be satisfied in just one them.
She was fairly certain there was a dominant side to her that would need
an outlet.  As the hot, soothing water relaxed her, Katherine let her
mind wander, contemplating some of the other types of arrangements and
households her goddess counterparts presided over.

After a bit of consideration, she decided it might be time to proceed
with something she hadn't planned on doing for a while, a renovation to
her house. The little gym set up in the spare bedroom wasn't proving
satisfactory. She wanted to build on a gym/wrestling room, where she
could have private sessions. That would turn her house back into the
three bedroom home it had been when she'd bought it. She could easily
afford to support two slave girls, especially since she wanted them to
work part time, so they wouldn't become slothful. The more she thought
about it, the more sense it made.

A little while later, Angel stirred slightly, as she felt Katherine
slide into bed beside her. She reached out her arms to hold her and
began slipping back to dreamland. But Katherine shook her gently, and,
when that had no effect, more insistently.

"Angel, Angel...hey, come on. Don't go back to sleep...Angel, wake up.
It's important."

Angel rolled over to get away from her tormentor, only to wind up in the
arms of someone else. Startled, she regained full consciousness right
away, and found herself looking into the softly smiling face of Lee
Anne, who snuggled close and gave a tender, and very long, kiss. When it
was over, Angel sat up and looked at Katherine, while Lee Anne continued
to hug and caress her.  Angel's expression showed she had no idea what
was going on.

"Lee Anne and I have been doing some talking, and I'd like to propose a
slightly different arrangement than I originally had in mind. What I was
thinking was..."

Katherine went on to explain. Angel would become her head slave girl.
Katherine would turn over responsibilities  for running the household to
her, and it would be up to Angel to make sure things were taken care of.
Lee Anne, of course, would also be Katherine's slave, but directly
responsible to Angel and would obey her at all times. Each would have
their own room, although Angel would sleep with Katherine most of the
time. Lee Anne would frequently be invited to join them. Other times,
Katherine would explore separate dalliances, at which times Angel might
want Lee Anne to sleep with her.

Angel looked quizzically between the two of them.

"Really?" she asked Lee Anne, who lowered her eyes and nodded.

Angel glanced at Katherine with a dubious expression, which changed to a
wicked grin.

"What if I want her to lie down and tongue you in the ass while you sit
on her face?"

"What if you do? It's me you have to be concerned with, and I say that's
fine."

Angel told Lee Anne to lie down. She obediently lay on her back.
Katherine mounted her, facing her feet, her derriere lightly resting on
Lee Anne's face. Angel could see her stick out her tongue, flicking it
around the edges of Katherine's asshole, before plunging it in.

Katherine looked at her and smiled.  As Lee Anne continued tonguing her,
Katherine invited Angel to sit on her thighs. She put her arms around
her slave girl's tiny waist, supporting her weight easily and shifting
her around until their clits rubbed together.  Angel ran her hands all
over her body, delighting in the feel of her hard, strong, powerful
muscles. Everywhere she put them, she felt nothing but taut, firm
bulges, covered with soft, smooth, sensuous skin.  Their tits mashed
together and, while she and Katherine practically swallowed each other's
tongues, Angel rode herself to the most shattering orgasm she'd ever
experienced. Finally got her breath back, she pressed her face into
Katherine's breast, hugged her big, muscular goddess and sighed.

"I knew this would rule."




* (dedicated to Pam Angel. May all your dreams come true, PA)