Medieval Castle (Christina vs. Ruth)

I'm not quite sure how to start. I guess the beginning is always a good place. My name is Bart and my wife is Christina who has been involved in female fighting, mostly boxing for a number of years. Christina met Ruth at the gym. Ruth was from out of state but the ladies struck up a friendship as they worked out together at the gym. The four of us, Ruth, her husband William, Christina and I had dinner together Thursday evening. William was in Real Estate and sounded very successful. Ruth was something else. I can only describe her as an Elvira wannabe. Her hair was midnight black, her skin milky white, and her well displayed breasts had to be at least a 37 double d. Ruth and William were very taken with Christina's boxing. Christina suggested that they attend her match at the club on Saturday night. My wife asked Ruth if she wanted to be in her corner for the fight. William answered that would be great before Ruth had a chance to say a word. It was agreed William and Ruth would stay at our house Friday and Saturday nights.

Saturday night arrived and we drove to the gym. The ladies headed to the dressing room, while William and I found our seats, which Christina had reserved at ringside. We watched a couple of four round bouts before my wife’s fight. Christina entered the ring for the semi final match, scheduled for 8 rounds. My wife is well built at 5"7" and 140 pounds with vital statistics of 38dd-30-39. Her opponent for the evening was about 5' 4" and 160 pounds with about 42d tits. Christina was known for her knock out power in the club but this lady looked substantial. The first round was mostly jabs as the fighters felt each other out. Both ladies were breathing heavy and perspiring as the first round ended. My wife looked very confident as the bell sounded to begin the second round. Christina was out to impress our guests with a knockout and commenced head hunting from the bell. Christina's opponent was reasonably agile and able to avoid the head shots, countering with firm body punches. Near the end of an action packed second round, my wife was floored by a brutal body punch that landed just above her panties. William was ecstatic as he sat mere feet from where my stricken wife strained for breath and tried desperately to ignore the pain. Christina struggled to her feet by the count of 8 and was able to hang on until the end of the round. The third was fairly even with Christina fighting defensively and working on her opponent's body. My wife had her right tit knocked from her bra, which brought a roar of applause from the crowd, especially from William. Christina's patients paid off in the fourth as she knocked her opponent to the canvas near the one-minute mark. Her opponent got up but my wife knocked her out about 20 seconds later. Our ladies headed back to the dressing room with William and I staying to watch the main event. Christina had taken a little damage, her tummy was sore and she had a small mouse under her left eye but it didn't stop us from going out for dinner.

We loaded William and Ruth on the plane Sunday afternoon. Ruth and Christina continued to exchange e-mails throughout the summer. Christina and I didn't know then but we had got William and Ruth hooked on female fighting. In late September, Christina received an invitation for us to spend the weekend at their place. The plan was for Ruth and Christina to spend some time in the ring. William hoped that Ruth could KO my wife. Apparently she had been taking boxing lessons all summer.

We fly to New England, William and Ruth meets us at the airport and takes us to their house. House? It’s a castle. I knew William was doing well but this. The house is built of stone and is almost 200 years old. It has been modernized but still has that eerie dampness of an old stone dwelling. Our bedroom is spacious, large old four poster bed complete with canopy, chiffonnier, wardrobe, desk, stone fireplace, and a window. The bathroom is modern with a whirlpool tub, sink, toilet and bidet. The bed reminds me of the kind you see in horror films, where the canopy lowers crushing the occupants. This could be the setting for a Edgar Allan Poe tale.

After unpacking, we go downstairs for a tour of the house. Ruth had told Christina they had an in house gym. This was saved for last. William opened a large heavy door that led to the cellar. I could also use the words vault or crypt. The cellar looked the age of the house; it smelled damp and musty and was dimly lighted. It had all the earmarks of a medieval torture chamber. In fact it was a recreation of a medieval torture chamber. My next thought was how well do we really know these people. I don’t mind telling you that I was a little spooked. We walked through a door into a modern gym, complete with weight equipment, exercise machines and a ring. Ruth looked at Christina, then said, how would you like to wrestle for a few minutes, nothing rough that would jeopardize our fight tomorrow. Christina looked at me, then said ok. I’ll have to go and get something to wear. Ruth said follow me, then instructed William to get us a drink and get comfortable.

The ladies emerge from the dressing room in leather, Ruth in black, Christina in white. Their breasts are barely contained in the leather push up bra. It’s soon evident that Ruth has shaved her pubic hair but Christina’s is unmistakable against her contrasting white leather panties. William wants a side bet that my wife won’t last 30 minutes. I take the bet.

The ladies start slow, grappling for position. I can see that Ruth likes the feel of Christina’s body. I wonder if she’s bisexual. Christina isn’t although she has enjoyed being caressed by another women. Ruth takes Christina to the mat, then tries a schoolgirl pin. Christina squirms out, flipping Ruth off. Ruth is sprawled on the mat and Christina is on top of her holding Ruth’s arm over her head. They roll back and forth, each trying to remain on top. Ruth comes up on top and hooks her legs inside Christina’s leg like a grapevine. Ruth begins to spread my wife’s legs. Christina resists but Ruth’s legs are strong. Ruth calls out to us asking if we have a good view yet. William says, no, spread her wider. Ruth does just that and my wife’s puffy pink pussy is almost exposed. Ruth gets a leg cramp and Christina is able to flip her off. Both ladies get to their feet. We are 15 minutes into the match. Both ladies are wet with perspiration, making it difficult for their opponent to apply a hold. Christina gets Ruth in a headlock but can’t take her down. Ruth slips out by pushing Christina towards the ropes. Ruth catches Christina as she comes off the ropes, lifts her and slams her to the mat. Christina has the wind knocked from her. Ruth applies the dreaded sleeper. Christina thrashes wildly but gradually slows as the hold takes effect. I watch in horror as my wife slips from consciousness. Why in horror, the winner gets to exploit and humiliate the loser.

Ruth calls for her assistant, who enters wearing a black hooded cloak. The assistant carries my unconscious wife next door to the medieval torture chamber and lays her on the table known as "The Rack". This is a copy of a medieval torture device used to stretch people. Christina's wrists and ankles are shackled to the table so that she is on her back in a spread-eagled position. Ruth has now also donned a hooded black cloak. Christina struggles as she regains consciousness, not realizing what has happened. Ruth strokes her hair assuring her that she's ok. Ruth begins kissing Christina's neck and shoulders. I can see my wife's breasts rise and fall, as her breathing becomes more rapid. Ruth separates the middle of my wife's bra, then carefully lifts the right cup off Christina's huge tit. Oh, wow, Christina's nipple has to be over an inch long. Ruth gently rolls my wife's nipple between her fingers, then stretches Christina's breast vertically by holding her nipple. My wife can't decide if she should moan in ecstasy or cry out in pain. Ruth uncovers Christina's left breast and continues to work on both of my wife's tits. I can see that Ruth is a master at this. Christina is aroused and feeling a little pain but her breasts and nipples will be bruised and sore tomorrow. My wife's eyes are now closed, she moans quietly. Ruth now moves her mouth over Christina's nipples. Ruth sucks, nibbles, and pulls on Christina's nipples for about 2 minutes, then slowly works her way down to my wife's tummy. Christina trembles as Ruth changes locations. Ruth works her way to Christina's panties, which causes her to squirm a bit. Ruth's fingers slowly enter the top of my wife's panties. Christina now utters her first words of protest. Ruth quiets her, signaling for the assistant who covers my wife's face with a black cloth. Ruth operates a mechanism that lifts Christina's shackled ankles to the near vertical position but stops before my wife's bum leaves the table. Christina's legs are still spread apart. Ruth cuts Christina's panties, then slowly removes them exposing my wife's engorged pussy. Christina attempts to move in protest but is helpless to resist. My wife gasps loudly as Ruth’s assistant applies warm shaving cream to her pubic hair. Christina is very still as Ruth and her assistant shave her pubic hair. Ruth pulls Christina's ankles forward. Christina still on her back, folded in half so that her feet are directly over her head. This fully exposes my wife's bum and genitals. Ruth runs her hands over Christina's bum, which I know from experience is sensitive and erogenous. I can see that my wife’s outer labia are full and swollen. I know that she must be on the verge of orgasm. Ruth takes a leather strap; the kind used in olden days to administer spankings, and gives my wife a soft blow across her bum. I can hear Christina gasp. She informs Christina that she will receive three firm smacks with the strap. Ruth places the strap against Christina's bottom so that it also makes contact with my wife's plump labia, then asks Christina if she's ready for a firm one. Ruth delivers a firm blow. My wife lets out a half gasp and half moan, then shudders as she reaches orgasm. Ruth pauses quietly for a few minutes while Christina collects herself, then says to her, ready for one more? Christina says, no more in a quivering voice. Ruth gently touches Christina’s swollen pussy with the strap, then administers the final firm stroke. My wife moans and shudders in another orgasm. Ruth asks if I’m ready to take over from here. I nod yes. Ruth’s assistant and I carry Christina to our room. Christina attacks me once in our room. I try to enter her slowly as she is swollen. She feels so smooth and moist. I bring to orgasm three more times before we both pass out from fatigue.

The bright morning light enters our room about 7:00 am but we lay in bed until 10:00 am. Christina is tired and sore. Her tits are bruised, especially around her nipples, her pussy is sore and swollen and her round firm bum is red. Christina makes it up and I help her to the hot tub, where she remains until noon. Christina feels better after the hot tub but is not sure that she can face Ruth in the ring at 8:00 p.m. Christina sleeps or rests most of Saturday afternoon. I get her up about 6 p.m. so she has time too fully wake and get stretched out before she enters the ring. The boxing match was William's idea. He wants to see if Ruth can last six rounds with my wife. Christina has been knocked out before but has also put a number of ladies on the canvas with her right hook. The fight will be based on old British boxing where a round continues until one opponent is knocked down. The downed fighter has a minute to get to their corner, then a one-minute rest before the next round. William and I will act as seconds for our wives.

Ruth's husband does the introductions even though there are only 7 of us in all. The KO champion is Christina at 5"7" and 140 pounds with vital statistics of 38dd-30-39. The challenger is my wife Ruth at 5' 9" and 136 pounds with vital statistics of 37dd-28-37. Both ladies remove their robes. Christina's body shows damage from the previous nights activities. My wife's breasts are bruised, especially around her nipples and her brief panties barely contain her swollen pussy. Ruth has a great looking body, even better than I imagined from yesterday. She does have some bruising around her huge nipples. Her skin is milky white in contrast to her black hair. Ruth's wrestling match yesterday was to try and gain an advantage against my wife in the boxing. I just hope that Christina is up for this match. Ruth's cloaked assistant will be the referee. Christina is in red panties, while Ruth is in black. Neither lady has pubic hair. The ref signals and we're underway. Ruth almost runs over to my wife's corner. Christina goes defensive as Ruth flails away at her. Christina is able to get a couple of punches through to Ruth's beautiful tits. Ruth is taken back by the force of Christina's punch but is still aggressive. Both ladies seem to have respect for their opponent's ability. The first round has gone about 3 minutes and both ladies are beginning to show signs of fatigue. Christina moves up with more punches to Ruth's head. This leaves my wife's body vulnerable. Christina misses with a right to Ruth's head. Ruth ceases the opening nailing my wife with a hard right to the top of her panties. I can hear the rush of air from Christina's lungs as her legs buckle and she falls tits first onto the canvas. My wife's eyes are open but she remains motionless. I call to her. She begins to move after about 30 seconds, up on her hands and knees. She makes it to our corner. I ask if she’s had enough and get an icy stare that means, no way am I quitting. I work on her with cold water, no ice allowed until the fight is over. The minute is up and the bell for round 2. Ruth attacks Christina, but is met with a barrage of punches to her breasts and tummy. My wife connects with a couple of punches to Ruth’s tits. Ruth cries out, her hands go high to protect her breast. Christina drops Ruth with two low body punches. Ruth is on her back, gasping for breath, her knees bent, legs spread, her panties are askew exposing some labia. Ruth crawls to her corner where William goes to work on her trying to help her get her breath back. William tells Ruth to work on my wife’s breasts. The bell to start round 3. Ruth bravely moves up in front of Christina but is still too uncoordinated to block punches and takes a firm punch to each tit. Ruth cries out in pain, going to her knees to protect her assets. A two punch round. William works on Ruth for almost two minutes this time. He asks if she wants to go out for round 4. She nods yes but isn’t as forceful as before. My wife almost runs to Ruth’s corner to attack her. Ruth defends with some good punches. Ruth scores an uppercut that launches Christina’s left tit to its limit. Christina screams out but doesn’t go down. Ruth moves in to finish the job but takes a firm right to her left eye. Ruth’s eyebrow is cut slightly but she continues to try and put Christina away but my wife comes back strong. Christina drops Ruth on her shapely bum again with a low left followed by a right hook to her jaw. This could be the fight. My wife is just too strong for an inexperienced fighter like Ruth. I look at William who says that she’ll try one more round. The bell to begin round 5. My wife goes out to score a knockout. She’s after the big right uppercut. Ruth is desperately trying to fend Christina off. William is ready to toss the towel in. Christina is pounding Ruth’s tits but Ruth comes back with a powerful uppercut under my Christina’s jaw. The force almost lifts my wife out of her panties. Christina topples like a falling tree, landing flat on her back. I stare in disbelief as my wife lays out cold on the canvas. I toss the towel in signaling the end of the fight. Christina wouldn’t be in any shape to continue an hour from now. I go to her aid. The ref has already removed her mouth guard. She seems to be breathing normally. William reminds me that to the winner go the spoils. The husband of the winner gets to remove the loser’s panties. William takes his time enjoying every second. He takes hold of the front of my wife’s panties and slowly peels them down, brushing his hand over her pussy. He then reaches under her bum and pulls the back down, his nose almost touching Christina’s tummy as he savors her aroma. Christina begins to moan or groan. I work on her with ice and cold water as she begins to regain consciousness. She’s total confused. I help her to our corner and get her seated on the stool. William is now attending to Ruth who although the winner was beat up considerably. The winner also gets to administer a dozen strokes of the strap on the loser’s bum. Ruth asks if we can continue at 1030 and Christina agrees.

Christina and I spend some time in the hot tub with ice packs on her jaw and both breasts. It’s time to head down to the gym again. Christina wears a black silk blouse and black leather skirt over side tie bikini panties and front closing bra. She looks great. William and Ruth are waiting for us. Christina hugs Ruth and congratulates her on the win. Ruth asks if she's ready, Christina nods. My wife moves to the table with Ruth. William hands me a drink, saying you'll need this. I wonder what he means. My wife removes her blouse and skirt. She looks fantastic standing in her red bra and panties. Ruth's assistant helps Christina up onto the table. Ruth and her assistant shackle my wife's ankles as before. Ruth removes my wife's bra, saying that she won't need it again tonight. Christina's arms are shackled, and then she’s stretched with her legs spread open. My wife groans. Ruth opens the ties on Christina's panties. Christina’s ankles are hoisted vertically presenting her firm round bum for Ruth’s strap. Ruth delivers the first blow. Christina gasps. Ruth lines up and delivers the second blow. My wife lets out a half squeal, half gasp. The strap is making contact with my wife’s swollen labia. The third blow and my wife squeals and shudders as she orgasms. Can my Christina take 9 more strokes of the strap?

If there’s enough interest in this story, I’ll continue with series. Comments or criticism to bartholomewiii@netscape.net