Heather flung herself at Kathy and the two fell to the dirt in a tangle of flying arms and legs.
Squeals and squeals came by the dozen as two females met in combat. Nails flashed and hands became entangled in hair. Heather tried to stand up and kick, but Kathy grabbed her by the waist- band of her panties and the thin garment ripped from her bottom.
Females, like men, felt the heat of combat. The eyes of the two girls flashed in anger at each other.
Kathy felt the raw passion, female battle, and Heather's total nudity aroused her emotions. She stripped off her own pants to better enjoy the pleasure of totally naked encounter, and her throat purred like a leopard about to attack. Her fist caught Heather on the cheek and the girl dropped with a thud directly on her bare buttocks.
"Get up, baby, and I'll knock you on your ass again!" said Kathy.
Heather shrieked like a panther and flew at
Kathy, fists flying. Kathy felt t,he blood running from a split lip and it aroused her greatly. Girls in battle are a curious marvel for, like animals, the taste of blood arouses passions and sexual emotion. It was for that reason that Romans enjoyed the spectacle of women gladiators in the arena, or even more, two Christian girls forced to fight each other wit,h bare fists.
Both Heather and Kathy could feel the burning in their clits from sheer naked combat as they smashed fists into each other. If it were possible to see within their sex lips at that moment, one would have found erect and quivering clitorises. Kathy was.proving too much for Heather. The smaller girl had been knocked down over and over, her lips and nose bleeding badly, her eyes stinging with tears. At last she could not get up, kneeling on all fours, and shaking her head in hurt. Kathy hadn't had enough, however, and pulling the help- less girl up to her feet by her long hair, she sent a final fist into Heather's face. Heather collapsed at
Kathy's feet and like a whipped dog, licked Kathy's dusty toes.
"I've had enough, Kath. You've hurt me awfully, you know. I can't fight anymore." Heather stood up and put her hands behind her to be tied.
"Got a better idea for you, pussycat," smiled the victor. "Don't think I'll need a rope at all."
Kathy took Heather's long tresses and twisted the bottom into a braid. She pulled down on the hair as far as it would go, forcing Heather's head f straight back, and ran the braid up between the girl's legs. Centering the hair between Heather's sex lips, Kathy pulled it up into the wetness as tightly as possible and tied Heather's wrists in front of her with the barely remaining inches of hair. The braid was so tight that it; disappeared for some length in Heather's pussy. Kathy clapped in glee at f.he workability of her bondage idea.
"You're probably the only chick in history to get pussy cream on her own hair!" laughed Kathy, obviously delighted with her victory. "Well, let's get you back to our camp. How's your screaming ability?"
"You won't get me to tell where our flag is," said
Heather. "By the way, who's your torturers?"
"Pamela and Donna," snapped Kathy, "and they have some fun things planned for you. They'll make you wish you weren't female!"
Kathy tied a rope around Heather's neck and began the walk back to headquarters, pulling her captive behind. Heather's tie kept her head fully back and she could but look into the sky as she stumbled along.
Pamela and Donna squealed in joy as they saw
Kathy drag Heather towards the barn. Ravan also was on hand as the official referee for the two headquarters and she smiled at Kathy's unique bondage on Heather.
"Marvelous, Kathy!" she exclaimed. "Well done. The pink team hasn't captured one of your girls yet so you'll have to wait to begin Heather's tortures. Meanwhile, why don't you amuse yourself with Heather in the barn. I'll let you know when to begin the questioning."
In the large barn Heather was untied and she was relieved to have her head back in its normal position.
"Well, Pam," said Donna, "we've got some time to kill. Shall we see how good Heather is with her tongue?"
"Big deal," snorted Heather. "All three of you, I suppose. I can eat three pussies without breathing hard."
"Who said anything about. pussies?" smiled
Donna. "I know of a better place!"
Heat.her blanched a pale white. "Oh, no. Not t.here. Never licked a girl there. No way!"
Donna shrugged. "Kathy, guess Heather needs some more beating on. How about some more fist sandwiches?"
"No, wait," pleaded Heather. "Don't let Kath at me again. Damn, can she punch. Don't want to lose my teeth. I'll do it."
"You go first, Kath," said Donna. "After all, you captured her."
Kathy squealed in pleasure and bent herself over a heavy plank work table, spreading her bottom cheeks apart with her hands. Heather gave a soft moan of submission, knelt on the ground behind Kathy, and sent her tongue to its puckered target.
Maryl came into the barn a short while later.
"Everyone's back. They've captured our Lisa. She put up ever such a good fight from the looks of her face. She's a good girl. She'll hold out. Ravan says that she'll blow her whistle in five minutes to begin torture, and to tie our captive in position to be ready."
Pamela and Donna had built a heavy, oak- planked X-frame for the captive during the forays in the woods, and Heather was neatly tied spread- eagled to it. The X-frame stood in an upright position, having been fastened t,o a barn post. Kathy and Maryl sat on a bench to watch, for they were not allowed to assist according to the rules. But they 'could be cheerleaders! They heard Ravan's whistle. The smiles and banter ended, and faces of dedicated seriousness took over as Pamela and
Donna began to work according to their plans. It began with a pair of shears.
"Was hoping it was you we captured," taunted Pamela. "Mean more to you than any of the others to lose all of your pretty long hair. 'Course you can still keep it if you tell us where your flag is."
There would be no further flippance and com- ments from Heather now that it had started.
Things became too serious for small talk. She said nothing as the shears snapped away, but tears of hurt filled her eyes as she saw her incredible tresses fall to the ground about her feet. There certainly was more than one way to hurt a girl!
They left only a short nub of hair upon Heather's head, shorter even than a boy.
"Smashing!" said the cheerleaders from their bench. But everyone knew that it would take a while to break Heather. A bottle of wine was passed and cigarettes lit in anticipation of the work to be done.
Various things were tried, but Heather had not uttered a sound. Ravan came in occasionally as she made trips between both headquarters to observe the activity.
"Well, Donna," said Pamela, "let's go to Phase Two and get this fluff to open up. Save poor Lisa as much as we can, y'know!"
"Ever felt cigarettes on your nipples, baby?" said Donna. "You're gonna, if you don't fess up right now. Well?"
Heather spit in Pamela's face. It produced no anger or retaliation from Pamela. She simply nodded to Donna and the two girls calmly put their cigarettes against Heather's pink nipples. The X-frame rattled as Heather fought her ropes, and she hissed like a snake. It was done without haste or carelessness. The girls took calm puffs on their cigarettes and then touched the glowing ends to Heather's nipples time and again. Heather was soaked in sweat.
"Well?" said Donna. Heather spit into both faces. Pamela and Donna were glad. It was a lovely challenge.
Suddenly., all of the girls in the barn heard screaming from the adjoining shed. Heather smiled happily.
"Sounds like your girl is gettin' hurt, you bitches. Good! Hope they skin her alive!"
Pamela and Donna did not try to show it, but Lisa's screams bothered them obviously.