Chapter 8
Kathy stayed in the shadows of the low-hanging trees that surrounded the tennis courts. She tried to make herself presentable, combing her long, blonde hair with her fingers and regaining her composure. Just when she thought she would be okay, she eyed the haughty Cindy Ostend, who was practicing tennis at the backstop at the far end of the tennis courts. Two couples were playing on the courts, but, from their viewpoint, they were unable to see Miss Ostend. Kathy could see the voluptuous brown-haired bitch clearly.
This was her chance to get revenge on the evil bitch who had set her up to get raped and abused by the stable boys. If she were real quiet and careful, Kathy knew that it would be possible to sneak up on Miss Ostend. She could take the woman by surprise. Miss Ostend was taller and probably stronger than Kathy, and the older woman was definitely in better shape. She could tell by the way Miss Ostend moved on the practice area that the woman was a superb athlete. Still, if Kathy waited until Miss Ostend was winded, she would have a great advantage over the brunette bitch.
She made up her mind after some thought. Kathy decided to attack Miss Ostend and thrash her badly. Only after getting her revenge would she be happy. She simply had to get back at the haughty bitch. This opportunity would doubtless never come again. She had to move fast.
Kathy moved with stealth, quietly working her way around to the fence gate that opened onto the practice court. She kept an eye on Miss Ostend as she moved through the thick underbrush. God! she thought. This was too good to be true! The backstop against which the older woman was hitting the tennis ball blocked the other tennis players from view. There was an open area outside the gate which dropped off down a sloping grassy knoll. If Kathy could just attack Miss Ostend as she was stepping through the gate, she could push the brunette down the slope and let her have it. She would work the woman over, and leave her beat up while she rejoined the party and, if all went as planned, meet Mr. Benjamin Benson.
Her adrenalin was flowing freely, filling her blood with the strength and energy that Kathy knew she would need to defeat the stronger, taller woman in battle. She was angry as a hornet and ready for action. She took up a position behind a rose bush that was located right by the gate. And she waited.
In about fifteen minutes, Kathy could tell that Miss Ostend was about ready to quit practicing. The brunette was breathing heavily from her exertions, her tits heaving as she panted for breath. This was it! she thought as she saw the woman turn, tennis racket in hand, and head toward the gate. She was wiping her brow with the back of her hand.
Kathy knew that to pull it off, she would have to catch the brunette bitch completely off guard. She held her breath as Miss Ostend stepped through the gate, closing it behind her. As the lovely brunette turned on her heels and headed toward the house, Kathy leapt out and grabbed the woman around the neck. She ran toward the grassy knoll as fast as her legs would carry her, keeping the woman's neck captive in her arms. Miss Ostend tried to scream, but her voice was cut off by Kathy's arm which was wrapped firmly around her throat. A strange, sickly gurgling sound was all that could be heard.
They tumbled down the slope, head over heels, until they rolled to a stop at the bottom, on flat, grassy land. Kathy rose to her feet quickly, and deftly sidestepped the tennis racket, which tumbled past her.
Miss Ostend was stunned. She still hadn't seen Kathy, who was standing behind her, cocking her arms and preparing to strike the brunette bitch with a powerful right. Miss Ostend threw her hands around her throat, massaging her sore skin and shaking her head.
The situation was a perfect set-up for Kathy. She remembered seeing several similar scenes in the movies, but it seemed too good to be true. She tapped the brunette bitch on the shoulder, and when Miss Ostend turned her head, Kathy threw a strong right hook at the woman. She followed through and Miss Ostend went sprawling, legs and arms askew, knocked almost out of her senses.
Kathy pounced on the brunette bitch like a panther, clawing at the older woman's clothing, ripping her tennis blouse to shreds. Miss Ostend rolled over on her back and Kathy climbed on top of her, placing her knees on the woman's shoulders. She put her palms on the ground and pressed down, bringing her knees up high in the air. When she came down, she planted her knees squarely on the woman's heaving tits. Miss Ostend's tits were mashed down under Kathy's knees. The brunette grunted and writhed in agony on the ground, her face contorted in pain. She was completely and utterly helpless.
"You fucking bitch!" Kathy hissed wetly, a drop of spit striking the haughty brunette's eyelid, causing her to blink. "I'm going to kick your fucking ass, bitch! And, from the looks of things, there isn't a goddamned thing you can do about it!"
"F-fuck...you!" Miss Ostend grunted, gasping for breath.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you, all right, you bitch!" Kathy snarled as she wound up and smashed the helplessly sprawled woman again, her fist pounding into Miss Ostend's face, jarring her teeth and making her shudder from the pain. Tears were streaming out of the brunette's eyes and she writhed about on the ground. "You fucking cunt! I'm going to kick the living shit out of you!" Kathy hissed as she slammed her fists into Miss Ostend's face.
"Please!" Miss Ostend shrieked. "Stop! I beg of you!"
"Fuck you!" Kathy rasped cruelly. She was feeling her oats now. She was furious as hell, and she rained blows down on the brunette bitch, slamming her fists into the woman with relentless, merciless regularity. Miss Ostend writhed and twisted on the ground, but she couldn't escape the pummeling blows.
Kathy was afraid that, if she hit the woman any more, she was liable to kill her. She climbed off of the bitch and tugged the woman's shorts down to her ankles. Then she smiled as a novel idea struck her. She got up and walked over to where the woman's tennis racket lay in the grass. She picked the racket up and fondled it lovingly as she returned to the helpless woman who lay stretched out on her back in the grass. Kathy chuckled and moved forward, slowly, threateningly, menacingly.
Kathy spread Miss Ostend's creamy, suntanned thighs far apart. Her pussy was exposed and her cuntlips glistened in the sunlight. Her cunt-hairs were damp with perspiration. Leaning down, Kathy slid the butt-end of the tennis racket into Miss Ostend's naked and exposed pussy. The wide rubber rim on the racket handle didn't fit into the woman's tight pussy-opening, so Kathy wedged it into her cuntlips, smiling wickedly as she worked the tennis racket handle into the woman's tight, wet cunt.
"What the hell are you doing?" Miss Ostend shrieked as she felt the racket handle reaming out her pussy-channel.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing, Miss Ostend?" Kathy said condescendingly. "I'm ramming your tennis racket up your fucking cunt, you bitch!"
"Nooooo!" she wailed, flinching and writhing about on the ground.
"That's it, bitch!" Kathy snarled. "You complain and I'll hit you again! Is that what you want, slut?"
"No!" she protested. "Don't beat me any more! I can't stand it!" She covered her face with her hands and submitted to the punishment, allowing her pussy to be reamed out by the handle of her own tennis racket.
Kathy was brutal. She shoved the tennis racket handle deep into Miss Ostend's brown-haired cunt. The wooden handle raked into the woman's pussy, slicing across her sensitive clit. She screamed in protest, but Kathy paid no attention to the woman's pleas for mercy. She kept pumping the handle of the tennis racket into Miss Ostend's tight, stretched cunt, raping the bitch with the wooden handle.
"Owwwwww!" Miss Ostend wailed. "Aaaaiiieee! Stop it! Please! Stop! I...I can't take it! It hurts! It-it's awful!"
Exhausted, Kathy shoved the handle deep into Miss Ostend's cunt and left it there. She stood up triumphantly and placed her foot on Miss Ostend's mouth, the sole of her sandal pressing down on the woman's lips. "Kiss it! Kiss my shoe and I'll let you go! Kiss it, bitch!" she commanded, grinding her sandal sole into Miss Ostend's mouth.
Miss Ostend grimaced in pain and humiliation. Knowing that she had no choice, the brunette puckered her lips and kissed Kathy's foot, a wet, smacking kiss that sent Kathy's mind spinning with feelings of tremendous power and glory. She was the victor! She had defeated the evil brunette bitch. She had degraded and humiliated the woman who had been instrumental in degrading and humiliating her. The score was settled. She had gotten her revenge. Everything had worked out as planned. Now she must return to the party as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
She would find Benjamin Benson and introduce herself.
Kathy felt great. She was extremely self-confident, totally self-assured. She was certain that, once she met Benjamin Benson, she would be able to turn on the charm and capture his heart. If everything went as planned, she would charm the famous publisher into marrying her. Then, all would be hers-the estate, money, servants, everything that she had longed for. She would be rich and powerful. The world would be wide open for her.
She dashed off, leaving Miss Ostend stretched out on the ground, the handle of her tennis racket stuffed in her cunt.