Sarah's Challenge

by

Aristocatch

I have recounted how I came to find my new maid (thanks to her predecessor, Constance) and how
she passed the requisite tests to enter my service.

Her testing proved thoroughly enjoyable, but before it could be repeated I became pregnant and
Sarah became increasingly devoted as my pregnancy advanced. I gave birth to my eldest son and
within no time at all I was pregnant again. If the first pregnancy had been very easy this was not the
case with the second one, and I had to become almost a recluse, avoiding all physical activity. This
was quite a trial to my husband who found my non compliance with my marital duties more than he
could cope with. To be fare I had always found these duties to be the most pleasant aspect of marital
life and I had indulged in them with great enthusiasm and no shortage of imagination – even if I say
so myself. When they suddenly stopped it was quite a dilemma for my husband.

Sarah was an attractive girl, and I was worried lest he turn his attentions to her. This could only
have affected my relationship with her and while I was trying to protect my unborn daughter, I
relied on her totally. It was Sarah who found a 'solution' in the form of a buxom wench who worked
in the kitchens and who was only too pleased to frolic with George. Sarah kept a discrete eye on
their activities and my husband was able to assuage his frustrations and avoid any unpleasantness
with me.

This situation lasted three to four months and was still active when we received a cousin of
George's, Julie. She came to stay bringing three maids with her. Soon after they arrived there was
an altercation between one of her maids and George's bedmate. A brief investigation revealed this
to date back to a time when both had worked in the same household. Initially the situation was
calmed but then she somehow found out what George and our kitchen maid were up to. Calling our
maid 'the master's whore' was to no-one's liking and our maid challenged her to back up her words
with jests.

Sarah was fortunately on hand to stop the fight which might have ensued. Our maid was not exactly
built for fighting and I had no wish that her trysts with my husband cease due to injuries suffered.
It was then that Sarah announced that it was her responsibility to represent Lord George's staff and
that Julie's maid would have affair with her if she wanted to take the matter further – which she did.
Indeed her tongue was clearly out of control and what she said concerning our kitchen maid, Sarah,
me, my husband and half of the rest of our household went a very long way beyond any decency .
There was no getting out of it and it was agreed that it would be better to have the matter resolved
in controlled circumstances than for it to explode out of control. A time and place were arranged.
Julie and I agreed to be present and, as I could not risk injuring my baby and Julie was no fighter we
invited a handful of lads from the kitchens and stables to ensure the fight could be stopped if it went
too far. It was clear that it would not be our standard 'fun' wrestling fare.

In the end we all met up in a barn, where the earth floor was covered with straw. We were a dozen
or more watching, including Julie's two other maids. To be fair to her I should add that Julie was not
happy for her maid to be thus involved, and she tried several times to dissuade her, but to no avail.
Our kitchen maid also tried to take the place of Sarah, but Sarah would not have it. As she told me
after, she had seen the look in the eye of Julie's maid who was a fit, young tigress, and she had no
doubts as to how our kitchen maid would have fared.

They removed their outer garments and then circled each other. We had carefully vetted their
toilette and cut their nails as short as possible. We had forbidden blows, especially to the head. This
did not stop Julie's maid (whose name I have forgotten and who I will refer to as the maid), from
trying to gouge Sarah's eyes right from the start. She took a blow to the stomach which stopped that
attack, but they soon had hold off each others hair – pulling and cursing. Twice the maid aimed a
knee at Sarah's crotch. The first was blocked, and the second got through but without any force. Not
to be outdone Sarah fired one back which was successful enough for the maid to cease that line of
attack.

They crashed to the floor, ripping and clawing at each other. The maid carried a few pounds
more than Sarah and, initially, this weight advantage helped her. She held the top position for
considerable longer at a time and each time she took control she banged Sarah's head into the floor,
pulling hard on the hair. Occasionally she tried simply to block Sarah in place, forcing Sarah to use
her energy to free herself, and avoid suffocation. Fortunately for Sarah the maid was too intent on
causing damage to plan her fight, or to exploit her weight advantage. Thank goodness we had cut
their nails or she would have ripped Sarah's skin to pieces.

Strangling had been forbidden, otherwise I feel sure that the maid would have used her weight
advantage to strangle Sarah into oblivion. She could easily have suffocated her by simply lying over
her face, and even if she did this from time to time it was only briefly and seemingly more with a
desire to get her own breath back. Sarah was definitely coming off worse, but not without putting
up a fight. Pulling and pushing each other around, grabbing clothes to manoeuvre the other soon
took its toll on the clothes which started to become shredded. Their legs and arms flailed about
which meant that involuntary blows were exchanged. Sometimes they exchanged deliberate kicks to
the legs, or fists into each others bodies in defiance of the rules.

I enjoy fighting, and giving as good as I get. I accept that it will hurt, but because I know I'm
hurting back this does not worry me. I suppose that is because I know that, if the pain gets too
much, I can stop and the other person will stop as well. This was definitely not the case with the
fight I was watching. Even if Sarah had wished to stop I'm sure the maid would not have until she
had satisfactorily destroyed Sarah. I have to say that this made me uneasy.

It became clear that the fight would not be over inside two minutes. Each pummelled the other,
grazes and small cuts appeared and increased as skin was exposed. Inevitably all clothing covering
the top halves of their bodies was ripped off and it was then that the maid made her mistake. Sarah
had been content to fight a vicious fight, but a fight that left certain parts of their bodies untouched.
When the maid tried to rip one of her breasts off however she opened a door that would have better
been left shut, for her at least.

I knew to my cost the power of Sarah's fingers and she now felt free to retaliate targeting the maid's
exposed bosom. From the first claw of an exposed breast it was very clear that Sarah hurt the maid.
The maid fought back, and her assaults on Sarah must have been painful. I presume however that
Sarah realised that she now had a way back into the fight. Either that or she was even more stubborn
that I thought. Both sets of breasts were soon a real mess, red raw, but the maid was beginning to
scream in pain each time Sarah got a good grip. As she had against me, Sarah's attacks proved far
more devastating than those against her and, when the increasingly desperate maid tried to claw her
way free targeting other intimate parts, she sealed her fate. Sarah counter attacked with force and
destruction.

This part of the fight was not pretty to watch. Normally when we pull each others labia it is in
part to show that we can touch the most intimate parts. It is done to cause some discomfort, but no

lasting damage. This was not the case now and what Sarah was doing with her fingers had nothing
to do with 'fun' wrestling. The maid tried to claw inside Sarah's most private parts, which was an
even greater mistake. Sarah's fingers produced high-pitched shrieks as she did who knows what
damage to the maid's insides, and to her clitoris.

The maid threw caution to the wind and tried throwing punches in all directions. Two connected
with Sarah, one being to the head, but she shrugged it off. Two of the stable lads looked at me to see
if they should intervene, but before I could answer Sarah had turned the maid over on to her front
and was forcing her knees into the maid's kidneys, all the while rubbing the maid's face in the dirt.

Pulling the maid up by her hair Sarah started throwing her around the room, following her down
each time to dish out more treatment with her hands or with the force of her body. I thought matters
were done, but I had underestimated the maid. Firing off a punch into Sarah's crotch the maid
stopped her in the tracks and throwing her down dived onto her, knocking the wind out of Sarah and
pummelling away at her sides.

Sarah's reaction was to seize the maid's hair and hold in in place while she got her breathing back,
which was a good move even if the maid turned to biting to get her head away from Sarah's breast.
The maid tried to target the area she had bloodied on Sarah's chest which left her own breasts
exposed and rapidly assaulted, Sarah's nail-less fingers leaving red welts.

That was really the end of the maid's assault. Sarah began again to simply throw her around, until
the maid was very slow getting up. Applying a devastating crotch-claw Sarah forced the maid to
cede and promise to stop her treatment of our kitchen maid.

My staff mobbed Sarah and carried her on their shoulders to the kitchen, where the kitchen staff
set to work soothing and patching her wounds. For several days after she sported a black eye and
hair which was clearly missing in various places. I know that the rest of her body was also severely
wearied, covered in bruises and marks of various kinds. Very little of the hair between her legs was
left (partly due to our thoughtfulness in trimming it as much as we could beforehand), and she could
not have indulged in sexual activity had she wished to.

I will not dwell on the state of the maid, except to say that it was worse. She was unable to carry out
her duties for some while and I later learned that cousin Julie had relegated her in rank, though she
had stopped short of actually dismissing her from service.

For once in my life I was not sexually stimulated by watching a fight, which I took as a good sign.
I'm told that some of the lads who watched did not have the same reaction as me and that there was
some merrymaking that evening among my staff. Each to his own I say. But Sarah was my maid,
companion and partner in crime and I could not take pleasure in her injuries even if I was pleased
that she had avenged our kitchen maid, and the verbal assaults which had been directed at us all.
Our kitchen maid was eternally grateful and did all she could for some years to come to recompense
Sarah in whatever way she could.

After the safe birth of my daughter who, after initially giving us cause to worry, grew into a strong
and healthy girl, I was able to resume conjugal consorting and so the kitchen maid's services to my
husband became limited to food-related matters. I do believe that he did encourage her to have a
playful fight with Sarah for his pleasure and that he rewarded this exhibition in the same lustful
manner that he reacted to my fighting his sister, but further details I did not seek.

I wondered from time to time whether I would not have liked to wrestle with her, perhaps with my
husband as the winner's reward, but each time something put me off. It was one thing for her to

pleasure him when I was physically unable, but quite another when he had my voracious appetite to
satisfy!