BETWEEN FRIENDS
Part 3, by Ransom

Becky is languid after an oil massage by Donna during an island trip.
Little did she realize they were about to engage in their most violent
domination wrestling match yet.
*****
The unacknowledged tension I saw between Becky and Donna, during their two
wrestling matches, was not at all evident during our trip to the Caribbean. The
girls had received a handsome fee from the city magazine photo shoot and job
offers at an exclusive health club. So Becky and I coupled up with Donna and
Dave to do a short island vacation just prior to the end of summer.

By day we played beach volleyball, snorkeled on the reef, and bumped around in a
jeep. In the evenings we strolled a mile up the beach to a little restaurant where we
watched the sun go down over the ocean.

Outwardly we were all what one would expect between friends. During the third
night's walk back from the restaurant Donna and Dave lingered behind. As Becky
and I proceeded along the beach, I finally asked if there was something going on
between her and Donna. The subject had not been brought up since the second
wrestling match which I thought was done, in part, to resolve the issue.

Becky laughed. She pointed out that the last few nights of shared passion between
her and I should put to rest any doubts about who and what gets her in a romantic
mood. She cheerily concluded the matter by declaring, "Donna is just a good
friend. Yes, she did get carried away the first time. But there was nothing
inappropriate the second time except for Donna's aggression. It's the intense and
competitive bodily contact. That's what seems to get Donna all excited and I'm just
reacting off her, and we both go a little nuts, and Donna gets too violent, that's all.
Besides, you guys are just as turned on by it as we were."

The evening was made beautiful by the moonlight playing off the waves. Becky
snuggled next to me as we continued to walk. Perhaps I had let my fantasies get
confused with reality. I admitted to myself their getting "carried away" was
thrilling for all of us. But it was troubling as well. However, I would not pursue
the subject if it was going to make Becky defensive.

My apprehension was gone the next morning which was our last full day on the
island. I wanted to explore around some more and Dave elected to golf with a
couple of guys he had met earlier. The girls said they would stay at the resort and
perhaps catch a shuttle into town for some shopping.

That evening we were all back together for our final visit to the restaurant. I
couldn't help noticing how striking Donna was in a red tank top and a short white
skirt. But Becky was her equal, sporting a multi-colored sleeveless tunic dress,
belted at the waist, that showed off her trim and athletic figure to its full effect.
Despite their appearances they were both uncharacteristically somber the whole
evening. I caught them glancing back and forth as if attempting to say something
to each other they couldn't put into words.

It would be quite sometime before I learned what had happened earlier that day. It
turned out the women had only shopped for a brief time and when they got back to
the resort had decided to go to the beach. Donna suggested Becky go get changed
and meet her at her bungalow where they could have rum colas and oil each other
down.

Minutes later Becky walked in on Donna as she was admiring herself in the mirror,
decked out in a newly purchased bandeau top bikini, yellow, with a pink flower
and green palm leaf pattern, and a cloth tie on one side of the bottoms.

"Wow! Wait 'til Dave sees you in that," Becky commented.

Donna smiled slyly as she offered her a rum cola. "Yeah, I ought'a be on a
magazine cover. Hey, I was, with you.... couple of knockouts!"

They sipped their drinks and talked about how hot the day was getting. Then
Donna said, "I'll oil you first," and motioned toward the bed.

Becky spread her towel on the bed, removed her skirt-wrap and laid down. She
was wearing a black rio-bikini with a triangle top which was a duplicate of her
green one, the one she had worn the first time they had wrestled.

Donna proceeded to massage her with firm expert strokes. The humidity of the
late morning and the effect of the rum made Becky very languid. She murmured
dreamily, "Take your time, it feels so good."

After about five minutes Donna laid down next to her saying, "My turn."

As they both laid side by side on their stomachs, their faces were only inches apart.
For a lingering moment they looked at each other in silence. Then Becky got up
and began to oil Donna's back. She lazily admired Donna's muscular yet feminine
physique.

Donna gave out a long deep sigh, "Keep going, it feels so delicious." After about
five minutes Donna rolled over, rose up to a sitting position and kissed Becky,
brushing her lightly on the lips.

Becky felt a surge of apprehension and stood up. "Let's go to the beach, I think we
need to talk."

Donna drew closer. "Oh come on, let's just stay here for a while. This is good."

"I sometimes think what we do goes way beyond friendship," Becky protested.

"Okay, you're uncomfortable," said Donna, "I guess I am too in a way. Tell you
what. Let's change direction here? Let's see who can take the other down. I like
the sensation of competitive domination and I know you do too. And it's
something we've already done with each other. Let's see what happens this time
between just the two of us."

Somehow this didn't seem to cross whatever line she was trying to draw so Becky
agreed. They yanked the bedspread off and laid it on the carpet to prevent rug burn
in an open area between the bed and a small couch. Then the two women got
down on their knees and began to grapple. As each tried to gain the advantage
the only sound was the soft thumping of the ceiling fan.

Even with the fan they were both covered in a sheen of sweat within moments.
This, along with the oil, made getting an effective grip difficult. One would try to
get the other in a hold only to have her easily slip away. This went on until they
were both panting heavily.

Finally, they again rose to their knees and embraced in mutual bear hugs. Donna
yanked Becky to one side and they both toppled to the floor. Still clinging tightly
to each other, they rolled over and over. Becky's greater agility caused her to end
up on top. She straddled her friend and leaned back trying to pretzel her by pulling
her legs up. As she reached back, her black top slipped off one of her pert breasts.

"A little over-exposed aren't we?" Donna shrilled as she freed a hand and smartly
slapped Becky's bare breast.

Becky gave an indignant yelp and lurched to one side. Donna pushed her off and
started to roll away in the opposite direction. Not bothering to adjust her swimsuit,
Becky got one leg under and the other over the top of Donna's middle. She now
had her in a perfect leg scissors.

Donna pushed and pried but it was if she was in an iron vice. She arched her back
but Becky only tightened her grip. She reached back with an attempted claw
between the legs but Becky pulled her hand away before she could dig in. Becky
kept up the pressure with her slender but deceptively strong legs. Donna emitted a
"Yi,yi,yi!" She made one last effort to break free and then collapsed.

Becky released her hold. Donna lay on her back weakly turning from side to side
her chest heaving. But before she could recover Becky leapt up, pulled Donna to
her feet, grabbed her by the neck, and executed a neat forward flip. Donna went
head over heals and came crashing down on her back, the impact knocking what
remained of her breath out of her.

Dropping to her knees, Becky clamped down on Donna's neck with a hard sleeper
hold. Donna thrashed for a moment, almost breaking free. But the combined
effects of the punishing moves she had received in quick succession were too
much. She gave up the struggle. She slowly went slack, her mouth relaxing into a
smile. It was like she was willing herself into oblivion. It seemed she didn't mind
being sleepered this time.

As Donna's head lolled back into Becky's lap she carefully laid her all the way
down on the floor. One leg was stretched straight out at an angle, the other
remained upright, bent at the knee. Donna's eyes were closed and her moistened
lips were slightly parted. She was completely out.

Remaining on her knees, Becky moved around to Donna's side thinking, "This is
getting easier all the time." Her heart was racing. She gazed up and down the
length of her prone friend's body. A fragrance of sun oil and tropical perfume
hung in the humid air. She was unsure of what to do next. She fingered the cloth
ties on the side of Donna's bikini bottoms. So easy to remove.... and then what?

She paused and shifted her attention to Donna's bandeau top which had slipped
down revealing both her breasts. She spoke to herself, "Now who is over-
exposed? I wouldn't have enough cleavage to keep this in place but you do, at least
most of the time."

She pulled the top back into place and gently caressed both breasts through the
material. She brushed Donna's blond hair away from her eyes and then bent down
and kissed her on the cheek.

"Wake up sleeping beauty."

Donna began to stir. As she slowly came to she gingerly rubbed her neck. She sat
up saying, "You're getting pretty damn good with that sleeper hold I taught you.
Hope you enjoyed yourself because now it's my turn."

"Yeah, I did like it," Becky said with a low voice.

They both got up on their feet. With legs braced wide apart for leverage, they
grabbed each other at the wrists and with outstretched arms pushed and pulled at
each other. Then with a sudden burst of maniacal strength Donna gave a shove
that broke Becky's grip and sent her flying back onto the bed.

In a flash Donna was on top of her. With considerable force she pushed Becky
into the mattress. Becky could only vainly twist and turn under her. But now
Donna's full weight was bearing down on her.

Donna seemed possessed, "I'll take you down any way I can. This worked last
time...." She hauled back with one arm and came down hard with open-handed
smack on Becky's temple.

The sharp pain dazed Becky and she stopped struggling. Donna pulled her off the
bed by one arm and stood her up, her black top slipping to either side of her
breasts. Donna reached for a linen belt hanging from a coat rack and used it to
tie Beck's arms to the rack leaving her dangling upright all but insensible.

Donna snapped a video still and then hugged her now helpless opponent as she ran
her arm up and down her back before patting her rear.

"Now we are coming to the part I really get into."

She then released her friend by undoing the belt. Becky would have collapsed on
her own but a vicious karate chop on the side of the neck sent her tumbling to the
floor like she had been shot.

Becky is bound and helpless, tied upright to a clothes rack.


A vicious karate chop drops Becky to the floor insensible.
*****
She lay motionless, twisted half on her back and half on her side. Donna pushed
her over onto her stomach and as she did so noticed Becky's bottoms were bunched
up in the cleft of her butt.

"Dave is always staring at your little titties and your tight little ass. Too bad he's not
here now. Your little black number doesn't leave much to the imagination right
now."

She straightened out the swimsuit bottoms. She stood up and rolled her unresisting
friend over. Grasping her under the arms she lifted her up until she was in a sitting
position leaning back against the couch.

Donna uses Becky's bikini top to bind her wrists together and then props her up against a couch.
*****
She gave a yank on Becky's bikini top and it easily fell away.

I do like to dominate," Donna hummed as she picked up Becky's top and
used it to tie her wrists together behind her head. Becky was just dimly aware of
what was going on as she pulled against the restraints. Donna sat down on the
couch behind her friend positioning Becky's head between her legs.

"You're completely mine," Donna whispered as she smoothed Becky's hair and
stroked her face. She leaned over and cupped her medium sized breasts, one in
each hand, massaging the nipples with her thumbs.

"Even now they respond," she said with satisfaction.

Becky squirmed weakly. "Noo..."

Donna put her mouth next to Becky's ear, "I know what you want."

She then enveloped Becky's neck with her arms and ever so slowly started to
squeeze harder and harder. At first Becky felt frightened, but then a surge of deep
down warmth shot through her, she relaxed and had the sensation of riding an
ocean wave as she lapsed slowly into total unconsciousness.

Donna released her hold the moment she felt Becky go out. She stroked Becky's
hair for a moment as her head lay in her lap. Then she stood up, allowing Becky to
remain leaning against the couch. Donna looked at her friend for a moment. Then
she reached for her camcorder and shot the scene from several angles. She set
the camera aside and bent over and untied Becky's wrists. She lifted her under the
arms from behind up high enough so she could drag her limp and unresisting body
across the room. With a grunt of effort she heaved her onto the bed.

Becky lay sprawled on her back like a rag doll, her nipples still erect and jutting
straight up, her legs spread wide. Donna stood over and stared down at her
helpless friend, her's to do with as she wished. The musky scent of exertion and
desire hung heavily in the humid air. She stroked the inside of Becky's thighs and
started to strip her black bikini bottoms off. But then she paused and pulled the
nylon panties back into place.

The unconscious Becky has just been thrown on a bed
by the triumphant Donna.
******
"Damn, you're attractive like this. But I'm not taking this any further or forcing
anything on you." Her demeanor softened and she sighed. "Why do I always get
so violent?" She lightly slapped the side of Becky's face.

This finally caused Becky to open her eyes. She must have been out for at least
three or four minutes. She rolled over onto her side with a low groan. Donna was
once again the gentle and caring friend. She rubbed her on the shoulders, just as
they had done when they started out with the oil a half hour ago.

Donna said with genuine concern, "I'm so sorry if I hurt you. I don't know what
comes over me."

A few minutes latter, except for some considerable soreness, they had both
recovered without any real physical harm. They put on beach wraps and went out
to lounge chairs by the pool.

They sat in silence for a few minutes and then, quite unexpectedly, Donna began to
cry softly. Becky leaned over and hugged her friend and shed tears quietly as well.

They both knew where all of this was leading to. The line between friendship and
something else had been crossed and there was no denying the feelings that were
there even if they were masked by domination wrestling. They realized being
rendered unconscious was a means of surrendering to each other in a way they
were unwilling to do otherwise, so far.

Their's was a ragged and baffling mix of friendship and trust as well as violence
and lust. Were these repressed feelings that they didn't know they had being
brought out? One desire could so easily destroy others. Becky and Donna knew
that now. The safe thing would be to break it off before lasting harm occurred.
But would it be that easy? Was it really over?

The End (to be continued)