Posted by Peter on 11/22/2002, 7:29 am
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Emma rose slowly from the beaten body of Elizabeth, motioned me to stay on the bed, tucked her foot under one shoulder and rolled Elizabeth over until she lay on her back. Her sobs were very heavy now. After about five minutes though she sat up, still sobbing. Emma said "You submit to me totally?" Elizabeth looked up at her and between sobs said meekly "Yes. I will do whatever you want me to." Emma said "Start worshipping me then, beaten darling." and lay back. Elizabeth started tentatively on Emma's feet at which Emma murmered "Good. Very good." Without any instructions from Emma, Elizabeth proceeded to worship Emma's whole body with mounting energy and enthusiasm. Emma then sat on her face and it was apparent that Elizabeth's tongue was very active. "Oh you little minx. Ohh." Was one comment Emma made. Emma then expertly tied her hands and feet and gagged her and sat her on a chair next the bed. She then straddled me and we made love with that unique quality that it has for me after watching women wrestle or catfight. Elizabeth had agreed to all this before the fight but I felt terrible pangs about what she must be going through and looking at her sitting quietly on the chair, no longer sobbing but with tears running silently from her eyes, I couldn't bear the thought of her sitting there all night long watching Emma make love to me. I was about to say something to Emma when, only a few minutes after we had made love, she rose from the bed, went over, untied Elizabeth and removed her gag, raised her to her feet, placed her hands on her waist and kissed her tenderly, saying "You are so brave, darling. You have no idea how much I admire you for keeping your word. I adore you even more than I did before we fought. I release you from your bondage. Come and play, darling girl." and lead her back to the bed. She placed Elizabeth in the middle between us and we both caressed her, initially very gently, but culminating in the most violent multiple orgasms she has ever had. When I woke up Emma was gone from the bed but Elizabeth was still sleeping. I noticed with relief that there was only one small mark on her pretty face. I quietly rose and stole out to the lounge room. Emma was dressed in an extremely elegant outfit and finishing a cup of tea. I kissed her deeply and continuing to hold her slim waist in my hands, said "Thank you for not hurting her. I know you could have done a lot more damage to her if you'd wanted to." Emma smiled at me and said "No I couldn't have Peter, I know you would have intervened if I'd tried to. Not that I wanted to hurt her any more than I had to to beat her." We smiled at each other. She said "I've really fallen for her. She gets more wonderful the more I get to know her." I agreed "That's the way it is with her." She kissed me and said "Oh yes and you're a pretty handy swordsman yourself by the way Peter and by far the most interesting man I've ever met. Not many men could have held back and played their part as perfectly as you did last night. After a little while she added "I've never met a girl who followed through the way she did." "Will she be OK about losing to you do you think?" I asked. "I think so. Has she lost before?" Emma asked. "No" I said "She had two fights when she was 17 and won them both." Emma gasped "Is that all? Two fights? I've had a lot more than that." "I rather thought you had." I said grimly. Emma thought for a moment and said "You know what, I really think she'll be fine. In fact I suspect that the idea of being beaten and humiliated in front of you was her ultimate, ultimate, ultimate fantasy all along, whatever she may say." "On the other hand" she continued thoughtfully "If she is a true switch, having already tasted defeat, she will probably want that re-match and really try hard to beat me. I promise you, Peter, that if she does, she will not get badly hurt, or hurt at all if I can manage it. Will you let her fight me again on those terms, Peter, if she wants to?" "On those terms, yes, wicked Emma." and we kissed for a very long time. Eventually she gently broke free and said "I'll make myself scarce today. It's probably best if you two have some time alone." and with a final lingering kiss, she was gone. I made cup of tea and returned to bed. I watched Elizabeth sleep peacefully for another two hours. Obviously the fight with Emma had taken a lot out of her. When she stirred I held her gently and lightly brushed her full lips with mine. "Mmmm" she said and then stiffened and opened her eyes. "Yes, you did fulfil your ultimate fantasy and fight with Emma last night and yes, you did lose to her my brave and beautiful wife and yes, I love you more than ever for the courage that you showed." I said. She clung to me, her eyes wet, and I starting kissing her. We made love with what could best be described as abandon.