Suzy Wong lay naked in the middle of the torch lit
arena dazed and confused. Her head was ringing like
an unanswered phone. Her body was numb. It had
taken so many blows. The Contessa was standing over
her, smirking.
“Come my child,” said the stadistic goddess, “we
have only begun the fight. ”

Suzy had had the most wonderful experience of her
life. For an entire month, she and her new lover,
Raoul, had lived the dream of Paris. They had lived
in the finest hotel, dined on the finest cuisine,
and had seen the sights of the city. At night, they
had gone night clubbing. Some of the clubs were so
exclusive you needed a seven digit bank balance and a
note from a haute couture designer to get in the door.
Others were mere holes-in-the-wall where anyone
could enter.
Later, in the wee hours of the morning, they would
return to their hotel room. There, Raoul would make
love to the Chinese beauty. Though Suzy was by no
means a virgin, she experienced such erotic ectasy
that she could never have imagined. Raoul seemed
always to know what she wanted. He would anticipate
her desires, and completely fulfill them. It was as
if he knew what she wanted before she did. In less
than two weeks, Suzy was rapturously in love with
Raoul. By the end of the month, she would have done
anything he asked of her.
On the thirtieth day of this romance, a woman
appeared in their room. They had just returned from a
very elegant soiree where they had met the toast of
the city. Suzy was dancing on air with delight.
She came crashing down to earth when she saw the woman
sitting in the apartment as if she owned it. The
intruder stood up as they came in. She was tall and
impressively built. Suzy could not remember seeing a
more beautiful woman. She had high cheek bones and
almond-shaped eyes. Those eyes were the color of the
sea on a summer day. .
Before Suzy could ask what the woman was doing there,
Raoul rushed to the stranger, put his arms about
her, and kissed her. The Oriental girl was in a
state of shock.
“Who- what is going on?” the beauty from Hong Kong
demanded.
The tall beauty smiled. “I am the Contessa de
L'hiver. ” she replied, “I own this hotel. I am
also Raoul's mistress. Am I not, Cheri?”
“Yes, my love. ” Raoul answered, “In all meaning of
the word. ”
Suzy's heart broke when she heard this. It felt as
if the building had fallen on top of her. The
Contessa gave her a sweet little smile. “You are
confused, I see. ” she said, “It's quite simple.
I am one of the most beautiful and richest women in
the world. I can have anything I want, and any man
I desire. ”
“You're the most conceited woman I've ever met. ”
Suzy commented.
The Contessa laughed. “All I have said is true.
You can ask Raoul if you don't believe me. ”
“It is true. ” Raoul confirmed, “The Contessa owns
the château where you fought the American. It is
one of many homes Her Grace owns around the world. ”
“All of which could be yours,” said the Contessa, “If
you have the courage to try to take it from me. ”
“What does she mean by that?” Suzy asked Raoul.
“She means if you can beat her to death in a
hand-to-hand fight, all she possesses will be yours.
”
answered Raoul. He spoke solemnly, in a calm and
even tone.
“You're insane!” the Asian girl conjectured.
“No, I'm the high priestess of Astarte, goddess of
love and battle. ” the Contessa explained, “once a
year, I must find a rival to fight. The winner is
annointed high priestess to the goddess. The loser
is sacificed to Astarte. I have faced a hundred and
twenty-two women. ”
“But that's impossible!” said Suzy, “That would make
you-”
“I am a hundred and forty-two years old. ” the
Contessa announced, “The goddess grants long life and
eternal beauty to her favored one. ”
“You can't be serious. ” the Oriental girl said.
“Oh, but we are” the Contessa insisted, “And if I
am telling the truth, think of what all you could
gain; the wealth, the power, and even Raoul here. ”
Suzy began to think. Her life had been a painful
one at best. She had always wanted so much more for
herself and her family. There was Raoul, too. She
was head over heels in love with him. She wanted
him. She needed him. He made her feel she was more
than just a bar-girl.
“I'll do it. ” she told the Contessa, “If I could
beat that big breasted blonde, I can beat you.”
The Contessa smiled like a cat who has found a new
mouse to play with. “You'll have a month to train. ”
she told Suzy, “Raoul is an excellent coach. The
last fighter he trained gave me a lot of trouble
before I broke her. ”
From that moment, Suzy was consumed with one abiding
passion. She was determined to beat the Contessa
and take away everything the aristocratic beauty
owned. The Oriental vixen trained as if she were
possessed. Every morning, the people of Paris would
see the enchanting Chinese girl run through their
streets. It did not matter if the rain fell or the
sun shone. In the afternoon, Suzy and Raoul went
to a gym on a backstreet of the city. There, she
would spar withlight weight men and the few women
Raoul could find. Suzy learned how to wrestle, as
well as the French fighting discipline known as
savate. She spent hours at the heavy bag. At
night, she would collapse into bed , exhausted.
Raoul did not touch her. For weeks, Suzy's loins
burned for her man, her desire for him growing by the
hour. She sublimated these feelings into a fierce
hatred for the Contessa. By the end of the month,
she felt as if she could tear the French woman apart
with her bear hands.
Suzy had never felt as good as she did at that
moment. Strength and vitality surged through her body
like a raging river. When she looked at herself in
the mirror, she glowed with health and beauty. She
was ready to fight.
On the last day of training, two plane tickets to
the Carribean arrived at the hotel. That night, they
were flying to a tropical paradise. They were met at
the plane, and taken by boat to a small island.
“The Contessa owns this island. ” Raoul said, “She
comes here frequently. ”
The house on the island was as large as a castle,
and as luxurious as a palace. A servant met them at
the dock. He drove them in a golf cart to the main
entrance of the mansion. The foyer was as big as a
house. The Contessa met them there. She was
wearing a diaphanous robe over a very revealing
bikini.
“Welcome to my retreat.” she said, “I hope your
journey was without unpleasantness. ”
“It was quite comfortable, thank-you. ” replied
Raoul.
Suzy said nothing. She was staring with awe at her
rival. She knew the Contessa was a gorgeous woman,
but as she looked at the French goddess' body, she
suddenly felt inadequate. The Contessa looked as
if she had been sculpted by a Hellenic master.
Every feature was perfect. Her skin was flawless.
The muscles under it moved with a lithe power Suzy had
never seen before. Contessa d'Hiver moved with the
gracefulness of a panther. She took notice of Suzy.

“I hope you enjoy your stay here. ” she addressed the
Asian belle, “I do not think it will be long. ”
“When do we fight?” Suzy asked. She hoped her
opponent could not hear the fear in her voice.
“We face each other tomorrow night. ” the Contessa
said, “Until then, consider my home yours. ”
The hostess had a servant take her guests to their
room. At eight O'clock dinner was served. It was a
formal affair. Suzy found a lovely chiffon dress
layed out on the bed. Raoul wore a blazer and tie.
The Contessa, of course, was ravishing in a blue
evening gown. Both lovelies showed their prominent
decoutage to the best effect. The ladies eyed one
another all through the meal. It was light but
delicious. After the meal, Suzy took a walk around
the island. It was truly a beautiful place. The
warm scented breeze carressed her bear skin,
billowing her evening dress around her. She thought
that being here was like being in a dream. She grew
drowsy, and headed to bed. Raoul was not there.
She knew where he was. Her heart throbbed with pain.
. She cried herself to sleep.
The pretty Chinese girl was awakened the next
morning by the sound of planes landing. After
eating some fruit for breakfast, she took a walk
around the island. She soon discovered a small
structure resembling an ampitheater, or more
precisely, a Roman arena. The bottom of the arena
was covered with a fine sand over hard packed earth.
0 It brought the reality of the situation to her.
In a few hours, she would be fighting for her life
against a woman skilled in hand-to-hand combat. That
fact hit her like a wrecking ball. It had never
struck her until that moment. She felt the terror
overwhelm her. Then, she remembered that she was
also fighting for her family, and for Raoul. She
felt a surge of confidence and defiance enter her.
She could do this. She could win.
She spent the rest of the day walking around the
island. She sat at the dock, watching people arrive.
They were uniformly attractive and well-dressed.
Their behavior was akin to a crowd coming to a
sporting event, but some acted as if they were
attending a religious service.
At about four o'clock a maid-servant came to get
her. “It's time to prepare, Ma'am. ” said the
pretty maid.
Suzy followed her back to her room. The servant
helped the Oriental girl and undress put on a robe.
“Will we be fighting naked?” Suzy asked.
“Yes Ma'am. ” the maid said, “It has always been
thus. ”
After donning the robe, Suzy's hands were bound with
leather strips. They felt a little like boxing
gloves.
“If you'll come with me, please. ” the maid told
Suzy, “I'll lead you to the arena. ”
“Are you going to be my second?” Suzy asked.
“Yes Ma'am. ” the maid answered with a smile, “I
will be taking care of you during and after the fight.
”
“In that case,” said Suzy, “I should know your
name. ”
“It's Layla. ” the maid answered.
“OK, Layla. ” said Suzy, “Let's go kick the
Contessa's pretty little ass!”
The Hong Kong belle followed her second to the arena.
When they got there, they were greeted by cheers
and jeers. All the people off the dock were seated
above her in tiers. The scene was lit by
torchlight, giving it a barbaric ambience. The
crowd murmured with a barely repressed excitement.
They seemed to be anticipating the fight with great
excitement. Some were laughing. Bets were being
made on how long the Chinese girl would last. Layla
guided her charge to the far corner of the ring.
There was a few minutes of waiting, then the Contessa
appearred. She was wearing a robe of finest silk.
The azure blue of the robe matched her eyes perfectly.
She was followed by Bambi McCullach, the girl Suzy
had beaten to get here.
The blonde Texan was almost nude, wearing only a
G-string. She looked worshipfully at the Contessa.
After the Contessa entered the ring, Bambi took her
robe off. This revealed the Contessa's body in all
its glory. Men sighed at the sight of it. Women
looked at it with envy. Suzy viewed it with
trepidation. The Contessa was truly a magnificently
beautiful woman. Her big body was proportionately
perfect.
Layla took Suzy's robe from her. There were
cat-calls and snickers from the crowd. Although Suzy
Wong was a very beautiful girl, she was not in the
same league as the Contessa. Suzy felt her
confidence slipping away.
An older woman entered the ring. Raising her arms,
she instantly silenced the crowd.
“We are here to honor Astarte, goddess of love and
war. ” she began, “To do this, we sacrifice a woman
in love. Our priestess will fight for her chosen
mate. Her rival has agreed to fight. The victor
will be our priestess. The vanquished will be
sacificed to Astarte. Thus it has been from the
beginning. ”
The old woman left the ring. The people sat in a
breathless silence. The Contessa smiled hungrily at
Suzy. A bell gonged.
Suzy advanced from her corner with caution. A
leather-bound fist struck her in the mid-section.
This was followed by a blow to her right titty and one
to her face. In a twinkling of an eye, Suzy found
herself sitting on the sand. She did not remember
falling. The Contessa smiled sweetly down at her.
Suzy stood up. The Contessa rammed her knee into the
Oriental girl's midriff. Suzy doubled over. The
aristocratic beauty scooped her up, and slammed her
into the mat. The Hong Kong bar-girl felt herself
being hoisted to her feet by the hair. The Contessa
d'Hiver slapped the china-doll's face as if Suzy were
a naughty child. The fight was not a minute old,
and Suzy was already in trouble.
“You are a disappointment to me” The Contessa said,
“I was expecting some sort of resistance from you.
I shall chide Raoul while I derive pleasure from him.
”
Something inside Suzy awoke; something primal. It
told her that her life was in danger and that her mate
would be taken from her. Her leg shot out, her foot
burying itself in the Contessa's groin. The wealthy
woman screamed. Her face went pale as she dropped to
the floor. She writhed in pain as Suzy looked on.
“Is that any better, Bitch?” Suzy asked. She dove
upon the prone woman, driving her knees into the
Contessa's perfect breasts. The European beauty
groaned. Suzy took the Contessa by the hair,
bouncing the Caucasian woman's head on the ground.
The auburn haired beauty finally managed to kick the
Chinese girl off of her. Both women got to their
feet. Like wild animals, they pounced on one
another. Their bodies slapped together. Slick with
perspiration, they slid against each other. The two
fighters leaned into one another, trying to push
their rival backwards. To her dismay, Suzy found
herself giving ground. The Contessa soon had the
china-doll's back against the wall. She began to
pummel the Oriental girl's body with right and left
hooks. Suzy tried desperately to rally, but she
could do nothing to stop the onslaught. Her defense
withered like a rose in a drought. Her arms dropped
to her sides as the Contessa continued her assault.
Blow after blow rained on Suzy's beautiful body. Her
breasts and belly were punched again and again. The
Contessa was without mercy. Suzy would let out a
piteous groan each time she was struck. She would
have sunk to the sand, but the incessant beating kept
her upright.
The crowd started to chant, “Contessa! Contessa!
Contessa!” in a frenzied lust. The beautiful woman
smiled at her victim.
“Do you hear that?” she asked Suzy, “They cheer for
me. You are just another sacrifice to Astarte.
Pray that she will be more merciful than I!”
The Contessa picked up the dazed and decimated Suzy,
holding her aloft. The beaten Oriental beauty slowly
realized what was coming.
“NO!” she screamed, “NO, PLEASE NO!”
The Contessa d'Hiver put Suzy Wong across her
shoulders. She took the Asian belle by the chin and
ankles, pulling down on both. The CRACK echoed
around the arena, as did Suzy's scream. The
china-doll's back was broken. Contessa d'Hiver
hurled the destroyed girl to the sand, throwing her
away like a discarded toy. She straddled Suzy's
ruined body.
“Your pain will be over, soon. ” she said, “I
promise. ”
Suzy could only whimper in her agony.
The Contessa layed down on her defeated rival, her
breasts covering Suzy's face. In a short while, all
was silence.