Christina vs. Ruth – The rematch Part II

By BartholomewIII@netscape.net

Another Weekend at the Castle - Christina and Ruth get ready to face each other in the boxing ring.

When we left part I, it was Friday nite and Ursula had helped Christina and I to our room. If you remember we were exhausted. Wonder why?

Ursula went to the kitchen to pickup some food. I mixed the martinis and the three of us ended up relaxing in the hot tub. Ursula massaged Christina's shoulders. I noticed the massage seemed to extend to my wife's breasts. Soon both ladies were topless, then after a couple more martinis, all three of us were naked. I’m not sure what time Ursula left and I’m not sure if she’s after Christina or me but this was my first threesome.

Christina and I slept late Saturday morning. It was more like afternoon, I think 1 p.m. to be exact. Christina needed the rest if she was going to be in shape for Sunday afternoon. We agreed on no sex until after the fight and I was to keep Ursula away from Christina. We were going to stay to ourselves except for meals with the rest of the guests.

During lunch, which is held on the front lawn, William announces that the ladies, Ruth and Christina will have a weigh-in during the cocktail hour. Cocktails will be served at 6 p.m. in the gym. Christina glances at me wondering what's up as this is a surprise.

Ruth tells Christina that William just wants to show them off to his guests. We'll just show up in bra and panties and get weighed and measured.

Christina slips on her pale blue string bikini. This one doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Christina puts on a matching silk dressing gown and we go down to the gym for drinks. William has gathered a number of friends, thirty I’d guess. One look at Christina’s gown and there is no doubt who we are. Ruth meets us giving both of us a huge. She is also wearing a dressing gown, black in color. William asks the ladies to the front of the room, then addresses his guests. Most of you know that we have a boxing match here tomorrow between my wife Ruth and this lovely lady, Christina. The ladies met about 2 months ago and Ruth came away victorious by knocking Christina out. Christina wants to avenge her honor and of course Ruth wants to repeat her victory. Both ladies are dressed tonite, as they will appear in the ring tomorrow. Now we will proceed with the weigh in. Christina, my dear, the choice is yours, would you like to go first or would you like Ruth to go first. Christina says that Ruth can go first. Williams calls out, Bart, would you come up and hold the tape. I was astounded but went forward to do the measuring. Ruth dropped her gown and received a few catcalls from the men. Ruth did have a great body. Her skin is milky white in contrast to her raven black hair. Ruth kicks her heels off and stands with her back to the wall. I measure and call it 5’ 9”. She steps on the scale, which shows 137 pounds. I run the tape around her hips, which are 37”, then, her waist, which is 28” I go to measure her breasts but William says not over her bra. We want this one against her bare nipples. Ruth lets her straps fall off her shoulder, then tugs down the top of her bra allowing her nipples to pop out. Ruth’s nipples are hard but not as hard as I am. I’m sure that the guest can see my erection. I move the tape in place and call it 37 and a half inches. William thanks us, the guest applaud softly. William, now we’ll measure the challenger, Christina. I figure that Christina won’t mind this a bit. William says, now Bart it wouldn’t be fair if you measured your wife. Can we have a volunteer? Ursula appeared more than willing but William was looking for a male. This caused a bit of a stir as the women were holding their husbands back. William picked his volunteer. A good-looking well built hunk about 34 years old. My wife stepped up and dropped her gown receiving significant more applause than Ruth. Dam, she did look good. Christina stepped out of her shoes and backed up against the wall. The hunk, James I think, called out 5’ 7”. Christina stepped on the scale; James called out 141 pounds. James measured Christina’s waist at 30 inches, then her hips at 39 inches. His pants were bulging as my wife removed her straps exposing her gorgeous breasts. James fumbled a little but centered the tape around Christina’s nipples as she inhaled. Almost 39, James called out. I think Christina was damp about now. William announced that dinner would be served in 30 minutes and dress would be a Roman Toga. This man hosted a great party, almost like a Roman Orgy. Again it was late when Christina and I got to bed; at least we were alone. I’m not sure that she’ll be in shape to fight tomorrow.

I wake Christina at 1030 to give her time to prepare for the fight. Sunday noon, I walk Christina to the dressing room off the gym, kiss and tell her I’ll be in the front row. Ursula will be Christina’s corner person and I’m worried that she’ll distract Christina. I get a drink and find a seat. The gym lites dim as our ladies walk from the dressing room to the ring. The ladies were introduced to the guest last nite so we’re ready for action. The referee, who will be James, calls for the ladies to remove their robes and come to the center of the ring. These ladies look good, like two tall lean goddesses. This will be a full contact fight consisting of three 5-minute rounds with a 2-minute rest between rounds. The ladies are wearing 8-oz gloves, knee and elbow pads. The only protective equipment is their mouth guard.

Round 1

Both ladies come out throwing leather. Christina wants to keep this fight off the canvas. Christina with left and rights into Ruth's breasts and tummy. Ruth groans loudly as she takes a solid right to her mid section. Ruth tackles Christina knocking her off balance. The ladies go to the mat hard with Christina on the bottom. Christina shrieks out as Ruth drives her knee between Christina’s legs. The ladies roll across the ring, each trying to tie up the other. Christina gets an arm free and delivers a right to Ruth’s chin. Ruth shakes it off coming back with her right into my wife’s breasts. Christina squeals and attempts to roll away from Ruth but Christina ends up face down on the mat with Ruth on her back. Ruth attempts to grasp my wife's bra strap but is unable to do it with the gloves on. Christina rolls over tossing Ruth off to one side. Both ladies scramble to their feet, each trying to gain the advantage. Christina charges into Ruth but takes a kick to her tummy. Christina is hurt and goes down on her knees clutching her stomach. Ruth lifts Christina's head up by her hair and drives a right into her jaw sending my wife sprawling across the ring. Christina is out on her back. I think Ruth could have ended it here but she wanted to humiliate my wife. This time Ruth is able to rip Christina's bra off exposing her beautiful 38 DD tits. Ruth straddles Christina and gasps each of my wife's bullet like nipples and commences to squeeze. Christina is still too dazed from the punch to comprehend what's happening. Ruth begins to use my wife's unprotected tits as punching bags, a right, and a left. The bell ends the round saving my Christina from further punishment. Ursula has to help her to the corner. She'll get two minutes to recuperate before round 2.

Ursula works on Christina in the corner. Round one goes to Ruth. Christina can't throw in the towel or quit. She's at Ruth's mercy for two more rounds, that is if she doesn't get knocked out.

Round 2

Christina is up before the buzzer. She'll be topless for the remainder of the fight. I know that she must be hurting but aside from a mouse forming under her left eye, she looks good. If she can stay on her feet, she still has a chance. The ladies touch gloves and begin to circle each other. Ruth jabs Christina's breasts. Christina squeals out as she steps back but then delivers a right kick to the top of Ruth's bikini. Ruth wheezes as the air rushes from her lungs. Ruth is dazed and Christina follows up with a straight left to Ruth's right tit followed by a right uppercut that lifts her tit from her bra. Now it's all Christina, as she pulls Ruth's head forward and delivers a knee into her tender left tit. Ruth goes to the mat on her hands and knees. Christina tears Ruth's bra off. Christina jerks Ruth's head up using her hair, preparing to deliver a knockout punch but Ruth drives her right glove up between my wife's legs. Christina screams out in agony, falling to the canvas clutching her wounded womanhood. Ruth regains her senses before Christina and drags Christina on her back to the middle of the ring. She drops on Christina with her knees on each of my wife's tits. Ruth moves Christina to a sitting position, then from behind wraps her long legs around Christina's mid section in a body scissors. This renders my wife all but helpless. Ruth again grasps my Christina's bullet like and now tender nipples in an attempt to force her submit. Christina screams no, no, no, in agony as Ruth's vise like grip squashes her tender red nipples. Christina can't endure anymore pain and cries out her submission. Ruth has now won two rounds. Christina will need a knockout in the final round to win.

This round saw both ladies get bruised. Ruth took damage in the first half of the round but then capitalized on a mistake by Christina to administer some punishment and force a submission. Christina's mistake was to go to the mat; she should have remained on her feet. Both corners work feverishly on their fighters. Ruth now has a mouse under her right eye. Christina has a mouse, now more pronounced than after the last round, under her left eye. Christina's nipples are swollen and red.

Round 3

The ladies touch gloves then remain at arms length as they circle each other. Ruth charges to the inside with a flurry of punches. Christina deflects most, then pushes Ruth to the corner. Fists, elbows and knees are flying in the corner as Christina looks for her knockout win. Ruth escapes the corner. Christina stalks her but takes a kick to her ribs. Christina clinches with Ruth to prevent herself from falling. Ruth uses her knees in an attempt to force Christina to release her. It looks like my wife takes another knee to her swollen pussy. Ruth screams out as Christina retaliates with a knee between her legs. Both ladies are hurting and dazed but are locked together in a clinch. James pulls them apart. We are halfway through the final round. The ladies face each other in a boxing stance. Ruth snaps a quick right into my wife’s bikini. Christina is hurt. Ruth moves in to finish her but Christina lashes out with a left, which lands between Ruth’s tits. Ruth gasps; her gloves come up to cover her aching breasts. Christina drives a foot into Ruth’s tummy, then follows with a left to the side of Ruth’s jaw and then the powerful right uppercut that almost lifts Ruth off the canvas. Ruth is out cold and falls like a toppled tree to the mat. Ruth is stretched out on her back as James counts slowly to 10. Christina has won. It takes 5 minutes to get Ruth up and to her corner. William announces my Christina as the winner, then announces that the loser, Ruth, will accept a punishment of the winner’s choosing this evening. The two ladies hug and leave the ring for the dressing rooms together.

I have a couple of drinks in the gym area waiting for Christina to come out of the dressing room. All four ladies emerge together. It’s evident that both Ruth and Christina are sore. I gently hug and kiss Christina. She makes it a long deep wet one. We go to our room, open a bottle of wine and soak in the hot tub. Christina won but her body paid a price. Her left eye is swollen with a mouse under it, her nipples, breasts and womanhood is also swollen.

Do you have a suggestion for the loser’s punishment?

Should Bart or Christina administer the punishment?

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