Rhianna's Challenge by Edward C. Francis Rhianna is determined to defeat her teacher once and for all. Looking out towards the sea, Rhianna stood alone on the rooftop, her well-toned, supple muscles tense with anticipation for what was to come. As she waited for destiny, she felt a gentle soothing sea breeze embrace her, whispering softly in her ear to relax, not to resist him. She felt the sea spray kiss the smooth, porcelain skin of her face and exposed bosom, making it tingle so deliciously, gently titillating and stoking her spirit. Against her better judgment, she inhaled deeply, filling her delicate nostrils with the soothingly delicious scent. It reminded her of her native village near the ocean. A wave of nostalgia swept over her as she remembered running naked and barefoot on the beach with its sunbaked white sands for a swim. After the swim, she would lay in the shallow edge of the coastline on her stomach. The gentle wind caressed her back as glistening beads of water slid off her buttocks and her long, sopping wet red hair. She sighed at the beauty, at the stimulating sensations of the cool water and the sea breeze. But alas, it could not last forever. She remembered the night her world shattered. Laying in her bed, she had almost fallen asleep when she felt hands. Strong hands gripping her arms and legs. A particularly heavy hand clamped itself over her mouth. Breathing heavily through her nose, she noticed the dense, bitter smell of drink. Muscles straining, she struggled fiercely to fight them off, but to no avail. The last thing she could remember seeing was that one of the faceless shadows brought a large, heavy burlap sack... When she awoke, she was in a sumptuous bed, more comfortable than the meager bed of straw in her house. She looked around at the gold lined walls and ivory columns. A creeping chill came up her spine as she realized that she had been carried off, and was now far away from her home in the village. Dispelling the thoughts of the past, Rhianna tapped her right hand on the heavy iron pommel of her cup-hilted rapier, which lay reassuringly secure in the black leather scabbard hanging at her waist. As the soft breeze became a wind, it began to play with her skirt and the enfolding cloak, making the soft, shimmering, green folds billow. She wore a low- cut bodice of the same green material as the skirt and cloak, tied with white lacing. Her ears began to prickle. No longer soothed by the wind, she wheeled around, focusing her attention on the door behind her. The steel door swung open smoothly, and a man strode out. He moved like a proud cat, his gait dignified and at the same time stealthy, his smooth measured footfalls leaving no sound on the cement. The strut of a predator, Rhianna contemplated. He was richly dressed in a gold silk doublet and white venetians, which contrasted with the dark, chocolate skin of his oval face. Loosely gripped in his gauntleted right hand was his unsheathed rapier, its shiny, thin blade pointed towards the ground. It was a glorious swept hilt rapier, richly decorated with flowing etchings and filigree. Rhianna's hand had already ceased tapping. She glared harshly at the man who was responsible for her abduction, for her pain. He stopped at 15 paces. "Ah - my favorite student," he said A mysterious smile crept across his face as his eyes, glittering black stones, looked her over. They studied her exquisite, defiant green eyes and gazed upon her muscled arms and legs. They explored her cleavage. Rhianna felt distinctly uncomfortable, yet a secret part of her was somewhat aroused by his searching glance. She felt caressed by the eyes, as they glided over her frame and penetrated her mind, compelling her not to resist his power. Her face flushed and her nostrils flared, part in defiance, part in angry shame at herself for nearly yielding to his temptation. His voice was a soft, mellifluous tenor. "All the five years I've known you, taught you, I've never ceased to be amazed at your beauty. You have grown lovelier with each passing year." Nodding his head slightly, he waved his hand in a flourishing salute. Rhianna scowled at him. "Do not appraise my beauty, Corleon.", she snapped. "I came here to challenge you, not to be courted like a bride. Now do you take up the challenge or not?" Corleon's smile grew into a wolfish grin, revealing his sharp white teeth. "Indeed. You do look dressed for the occasion, but I must ask you, what makes you think you can best me this time?" There now appeared a hint of smugness in his dark, rapacious leer. "After all this is not the first time we have fought now, is it - student? You do have great skills, dear Rhianna, but you have even greater pride and arrogance. Will you ever learn?" Rhianna's anger became slow and simmering as she hissed, "From now on, it is not you that will be doing the teaching here. I can guarantee you that." With that, she suddenly sprang to life, her rapier flying out of its scabbard, her cloak twisting and turning like a depraved animal. "Defend yourself, Corleon!" she yelled. Corleon immediately adopted a low guard stance, his right side toward his opponent. As she came forward, his blade snapped up and pointed at her slender throat. "So now you're a cloak fighter," he said. "Interesting. I wonder where you learned that from?" He drew his sword closer to him, making a smaller target. Tilting her beautiful head back, Rhianna laughed coldly, mockingly. "I learned it from someone special. You're not the only teacher in my life, you know." Twirling her cloak in front of her in grand swoop, she made a half-leap forward, reducing the distance between them. At almost the same time, he shuffled quickly backward and switched his stance, placing his left side forward. "Indeed," remarked Corleon sarcastically. "And I thought I was the only one." He parried a thrust from Rhianna. Emboldened by his obviously defensive stance, she whipped the cloak at his face and at the same time made a thrust directly at his chest. But her newfound confidence turned to vexation when he effortlessly swatted the blade aside, making a loud clang as his steel gauntlet struck the blade of the sword. Stepping forward, Corleon switched his stance one again to lunge at her breast. Rhianna quickly backed up, parrying the lunge in midstride, the swords clinked softly, like glasses. They drew closer together, lips almost touching, peering at each other above their crossed swords. Metal straining against metal, she felt his hot breath on her face. The enchanting scent of sweat and cologne wafted in her nostrils. "It's no surprise, really." Corleon grinned, his eyes suddenly lit with more than a hint of maliciousness. "After all, only beggars and adulteresses use cloaks." "You bastard!" Springing forward she rammed her shoulder into his chest with all her might and toppled the giant. Recovering quickly, Corleon managed to roll into tight ball. He unfolded into a crouch and, steadying himself, managed to get back onto his feet. He took a deep breath and glanced at Rhianna. "Temper, temper," he muttered in mock disapproval. "Is that any way to treat your beloved?" "Quit your blasted yammering and defend yourself!" she screamed, her voice rising to a high trumpet pitch. Corleon could barely get into position as Rhianna charged him, cloak dancing. She was trying to run him down. He courageously stood his ground as she moved in and parried a high thrust to his chin with his blade. He then pressed his free hand against the offending blade, entrapping it as he thrust past her neck. Turning his wrist, he tried to pull the edge of his blade against the upper part of her neck, below the jaw, but Rhianna craftily rolled her head down and under the passing blade, avoiding the cut completely. Moving back, she waved the cloak to cover her retreat. "Good!" said Corleon. "You finally mastered that trick. Will you master any more before this day is over?" She lowered the cloak and gave a menacing smirk. "I plan to master you, Corleon." Corleon returned her smirk, his was just as cold. "Really, dear Rhianna? Now that will be a neat trick." Without warning, Corleon's arm snapped forward, aiming the rapier at her leg. Rhianna managed to sweep it aside with the cloak, its rustling folds enveloping the steel. She made a counterthrust at his face, and as he raised his hand to block the shot, she immediately brought the rapier down and across, moving its sharp tip across the underside of his forearm, breaking the skin and causing it to bleed. Rhianna quickly stepped back, almost amazed at the spectacle. Corleon stood there looking in amused astonishment at his forearm. Tiny little rivulets of blood tricked from the small, crescent gash some inches above his left elbow, dripping off the torn silk fabric hanging loosely from his arm. Tucking his rapier under his arm, he ran a finger underneath the scratch, mopping up the blood, and sucked on it. Closing his eyes, he began to tremble with perverse delight as he enjoyed the taste of his blood. When his eyes reopened, they held a distinctly feral look. "It would seem that first blood is yours, Rhianna," he sharply intoned, licking his lips. Rhianna looked at her rapier. A few droplets of blood ran down its tip. She held the tip to her mouth and gently sucked on it. She shivered in feverishly cold delight as her nipples began to tingle. Corleon's blood tasted deliciously sweet and thick as she rolled the taste around in her mouth. She savored it as the feeling of bloodlust arose in her. Passion rising, her heart pounding, her emerald eyes looked hungrily at Corleon, as they bonded through the deep taste of blood. She longed for more. And she wasn't going to stop until he gave in to her totally. "Defend yourself!" she yelled. As Rhianna advanced forward, she twirled her cloak in his face again to distract him. At the same time, she thrust at his throat. But Corleon smoothly beat her sword aside with a tap, then with a quick snap extended his sword forward and upward while Rhianna still moved. The flaring tip ripped across her collarbone, left bare by her bodice. The sudden shock of pain hit her like a roaring tsunami, and she felt a tingling rush in her insides, overflowing with sensation. She let out a slight moan of pleasure as she writhed in the precious, tantalizing agony. There was a sharp intake of breath as she felt hot trails of blood trickling onto her cleavage, staining the green bodice. Her voice took on a deep, husky tone. "Curse you, you bastard! You got second blood too soon." She wiped the blood off her rising breasts with her fingers. Licking them clean, she gave a sly, flirtatious glance at Corleon who licked her blood off his sword in response. His large frame shuddered with delight at the warm taste of her life essence, he became slowly conquered by the feeling of bloodlust as it bonded him to her. His eyes looked even more ferocious, craving her and his voice, while calm, was undertone with more than a hint of lustful savagery. "I did indeed. Second blood is mine, and so shall you be." A look of defiance sprang into her eyes as they quickly took their positions once again, both taking middle guard stances, their blades at each other's throats. Rhianna's bodice could barely restrain her large, heaving breasts, and Corleon's gaze became even more wild. This time there was no cry of "Defend yourself!". Rapiers flashing in the sunlight, the two opponents immediately charged each other. Rhianna's cloak thrashed and swooped violently, making rustling sounds as it brushed away the advancing blade of Corleon. She countered with a high lunge, aiming at his right eye. Immediately, Corleon swept her blade aside and shrank into a ball on one knee, raising his sword underneath Rhianna's billowing cloak. He brought his arm down lightly as Rhianna backed away, startled. His blade tip went through the left side of her bodice, but not too deeply, only inflicting a slight wound on her flesh. The terrible, yet delicious agony of being pierced so slightly enflamed her with pleasure and delight, rendering her unable to move for but a brief moment. And she knew that was all he needed. He merely flicked his wrist down, and her green bodice was slashed open on the left flank, revealing soft marble skin underneath. Rhianna moaned, half with pain, half with delight as the soft wind gently graced her exposed side. Shivering, she struggled to control the overpowering urges which rose in her, entreating her not to resist his advances. As she struggled to regain control of her body, Corleon teased her yet again, in one stroke smoothly and delicately slicing open the lacing on her bodice just beneath her cleavage. Her massive and exquisite breasts, now unrestrained, sprung forward - she wore no corset underneath. The wind blew on the torn edges of her bodice, the fabric tickling her delicate pink nipples. Unable to control herself, she sank to her knees, writhing, contorting in the delicate balance of pleasure and agony. She felt an overwhelming urge to put her hands on her breasts, to massage her nipples until they hardened, hungry for - NO!, she thought. She could not give in, not yet. It would be far too easy. She took a deep breath, and then struggled to get up on her feet, awkwardly using her rapier to steady her. Corleon stood, his rapier pointed squarely at her chest. "I'm impressed," he said, "And just when I thought I had you too. Your will is strong, but methinks it won't be enough." A smug smile played on his face. "It won't be long before you -" Clutching her cloak tightly, Rhianna waved it at Corleon menacingly. "You have not bested me yet," she said in a defiant tone. Rhianna made a feint towards his face and brought her blade across his chest, ripping the silk and chocolate skin underneath. Now it was his turn to shiver with delight as warm blood stained his shirt. He rumbled at the sweet and terrible pain as it began to enflame. She smiled at him as he bent forward slightly, hand on his light wound, savoring the intense agony and pleasure. "It seems that I had successfully tried this feint just earlier on you. Are you so afraid that I will ruin your beautiful face?" She laughed at the sight of the man struggling to control his urges. Rhianna walked up to him, a mocking smile still on her face as she looked at the immobilized man. "I can see you want to do something. Here, let me help." With that, she reversed her sword and cut through the string fastening his trousers. His large, erect penis poked through the fabric as his trousers began to sag. Corleon groaned softly as the pain devoured his entire body, but he could not totally give in to the pleasure. Not yet. Struggling forward in his falling trousers, he managed to knock Rhianna's sword aside with his own. Breathing heavily, his carnivorous smile still held a hint of smugness. Rhianna froze, knowing what will happen next. "And now, my good woman, allow me to help you." He sliced her skirt open with a loud rip, and it fell to the ground, revealing her delicate ivory legs and soft, reddish, pubic hair underneath. Rhianna contorted in pleasure as the she felt the shock of the cool sea wind rustling her pubic hair, the moist sea spray making it tickle. She contorted in pleasure as if the entire force of the ocean hit her there and her cloak fell from her hand as she immediately covered her exposed mons, in a desperate final resistance. And yet it is too late, she realized with a tired, sinking feeling. She was already on the edge of a very slippery slope of lustful pleasure, she was totally unable to control her body, her mind. And rightfully so, for they were no longer hers at this point. Her body, heart and soul belonged solely to him, the black man with the smug grin and the falling venetians, the only man who had won her. Time and time again. She sighed. "Oh, damn you, Corleon," she softly whispered. There was no anger in her voice nor in her green eyes, for she no longer hated him nearly as much as she loved him, wanted him. For now, she smiled to herself. Blood oozed from their open wounds, dripping on the concrete below. Corleon's pectorals, sculpted and black, were visible under the torn silk doublet. Rhianna had always been fascinated by them. That and the giant beast lurking within his torn venetians. He moved closer to her and slipping his free arm around her back, he pulled her to him and thrust his tongue into her warm pink-lipped mouth. She closed her eyes, the warm and wet kiss absorbing her mind, her spirit, embracing her with the scent and feel of him. In a torrid frenzy, she quickly grasped his silk doublet and ripped off its buttons with almost inhuman strength. Corleon hissed in pleasure as her nails dug into his flesh, leaving small scars on his strong muscles. Releasing his sword, he held her gently in his arms and laid her down on the ground. They were still embroiled in the warm, wet kiss. Twisting for air, Rhianna swooned as rough hands grasped her delicate breasts. She could feel herself sliding further and further down the slippery slope, as his hands massaged the soft white mounds, his long and thin fingers tweaking her nipples, until they hardened into firm coral bumps. She felt a small fire in her clitoris, one that was begging for release. She twisted and squirmed excitedly, and as Corleon rose from her, she spread her legs wide, revealing her labia and large clitoris. Corleon gave a sly grin. "I think I know what you want." Rhianna could only moan in agreement, her hands eagerly rubbing her upper thighs. Her moans became more plaintive. "Very well, I shall give it to you." Kneeling, he slipped his left arm around her back, supporting her as she rose to her knees. Her thighs were wide apart. Corleon kissed her lips and neck softly, then picking up his rapier, he held it between her legs. "Please," she breathed, nodding. Her eyes darkened with inner flames of desire. Corleon grinned, and slowly brought the rapier up, cold dry steel touching the hot moist flesh of her clitoris. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt the steel bond with her flesh, becoming one with the sword. Oh God, how she loved it! She clung to him tightly, digging her nails deep into his back. Corleon hissed in delight at the excruciating pain and slowly moved the blade back and forth. Rhianna yelled at each movement of the blade, she could feel burrs, ornate etchings inscribing fiery characters across her lips and clitoris. She held back a sob as the fire spread throughout her vagina, her entire body was rising to a white hot incandescence, like a burning star. She suddenly gripped the hilt of his rapier. As she looked at the etchings on his blade, a lucid thought came to her head - she began to realize the purpose of those etchings. A stroke across her clitoris drove any other rational thought out of her head. She started to wiggle back and forth a bit, seemingly unconcerned that the blade cut into her slightly. She wanted more. She still held the rapier by the hilt. Snatching it from Corleon's grasp, she tossed it away. And then she pounced him, trying to impale herself on the hardened shaft of his penis. Corleon gave naught but a smile, and let her go down on him. Her body exploded in a supernova of feeling and sensations and she nearly lost consciousness. She inhaled deeply as she raised herself up with her arms, then fell as Corleon pushed forward, making her body explode again in sensory delight as streaks of light flashed across her eyes. She let out a loud shriek, which gurgled into a sob as she rose again. Red hair waving, nostrils distended, she kept rising and falling on him, every explosion becoming bigger, brighter, louder, until screaming loudly, they both were consumed in the blinding light of overwhelmed senses and passion. Exhausted, she collapsed into his arms. The only sound that was heard was the soft roar of the distant waves breaking over the coastline. Grinning softly Corleon broke the silence. "Once again I win," he said, "You have the sweetest surrender." Rhianna smiled at him, her eyes flashing with intensity. "Yes, but I will keep trying. I will best you, one day." "I should hope so, Rhianna," laughed Corleon. He touched the tip of her nose. "After all a teacher is happiest when his student can defeat him - in love as in war." He moaned slightly as she kissed his neck, eagerly looking forward to her next challenge.