Chapter 4
Ivan held the door open for the passengers and, as Brenda and Rouel emerged from the limo, Rouel said, "Well, here we are-again."
Brenda smiled as she thought of the number of times she had stepped out of that limo, gone into the Castle with Rouel and spent the night being fucked by him in every position they could get into.
And in some interesting places. Of course he had fucked her in the pool. Everyone with a pool fucks in it as well as swims around in it. One of the ways Rouel entertained his women visitors was by screwing them in the pool. Brenda had heard those statements by learned scholars that it wasn't possible for a man to perform sexually while the sex organs, his and hers, were submerged in water. It made her chuckle when she thought of it. Rouel could have fucked while sitting on a hot stove.
He'd fucked her on a table in the kitchen and on one of the couches in the living room. He'd slammed his cock into her as she lay on a bear rug in front of the fireplace. They climbed onto the pool table and fucked there. Of course Rouel had to have it recovered after, because they'd left puddles of come all over it. Naturally they'd fucked in the shower. He fucked her from the rear every time she bent over, no matter what room in the house they happened to be in.
She liked to prance around the huge place naked and got a charge out of the chauffeur and the private secretary ogling her. Ivan and Stanley looked like they were going to die, they wanted to fuck her so bad. Yet they knew better than to even think of touching her. Rouel didn't share his women with the hired help. Though he didn't mind fucking the cook, whom Stanley thought of as his woman. And he screwed the maids, whom the chauffeur fucked whenever he wanted pussy, two of whom were Ivan's sisters.
They walked up the three steps to the colonial portico, resplendent in the light of an elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Stanley sprang up the stairs and opened one of the double doors for them.
"I've given the servants the evening off so that we won't be disturbed," Rouel told her. "I know how you like to prowl around the place naked."
"But Ivan and Stanley are still here," Brenda reminded him with an impish smile.
"They're my personal staff," Rouel replied. "They never get time off. Being on call 24 hours a day for my convenience might be thought of as being extreme, but they're well paid and everything they need is right here. Each of my female household staff knows that one of their duties is to see that they get pussy whenever they want it."
What an ego, Brenda thought. Give them all the comforts and then you own them. Then you can expect two men to live every moment of their lives at your beck and call.
And this was the guy she picked to smart-mouth, she reminded herself. She shook her head, questioning her good judgment, as though she were an impartial observer. At times, she amazed herself, she mused.
Ivan and Stanley had discreetly disappeared to another part of the house.
"Why don't you go into the den and meet my other guest?" Rouel suggested. "I have a few things to attend to and then I'll join you."
Brenda made her way to the den and opened the ornately carved door. A large, attractive, blonde-haired woman, wearing a satiny negligee that enhanced her voluptuous frame, rose from the couch. She was a lot of woman, taller than most. She had big tits and a big ass. If Brenda wasn't overly impressed, it was because they were much the same height and build. The woman had plenty of everything, good looks as well as size, but what she had, Brenda also had.
"Hey, I know you!" the blonde said. "I've seen you on TV. Roller derby, right."
"Yeah, right."
Brenda stared at the other woman. Then it clicked. "I know you too. Wrestling?"
"Female heavyweight champ," the woman replied, pointing a thumb at her generous bosom. "Gorgeous
Headlock." She laughed and added, "That's my professional name."
Brenda laughed with her. "I'd never have assumed that was your real name. I can just picture you trying to get through elementary and high school with it. My last name, before I changed it, was Pousi. The first time someone called me pussy, I gave it to him good."
"I guess I was better off," Gorgeous said. "My name was Jane Smith. My manager changed it because he thought it would be too easily forgotten."
"Gorgeous Headlock does stick in one's memory," Brenda agreed.
Suddenly, Brenda saw the light. It all tied together. A professional wrestler. She understood now. Rouel's plan was sweet and simple. He would have a professional wrestler beat the crap out of her. He'd prove to her in no uncertain terms she wasn't the toughest cunt on two legs.
Or, perhaps by playing her own game and beating her at it. That would depend on what instructions he had given the blonde. And those in turn would depend on how well he knew her. If he really knew her.
He would surely know that in a combat situation, all bets were off, as far as she was concerned.
This wouldn't be like the other times, when Rouel made it clear to her and the other woman that they were merely putting on an exhibition for him. Those girls, his guests on those occasions, were stunning beauties, chosen for the generosity of their curves, not on their ability to defend themselves.
They were there for background-for her. It was her large, muscular, lithe form Rouel wanted to see in action. It was the sight of all that suntanned feminine flesh, massive and powerful, yet with a feline, feminine grace, flexing and gliding before him as she moved around the ring, that turned his pecker to a bar of solid steel.
The other girls were window dressing, stage opponents, whom Brenda would lift and squeeze, displaying their charms and her own, as they moved around the ring, pseudo-wrestling in the nude with each other. They locked up, writhed around, spread their legs and each other's asses so Rouel could get a good look as they played with each other in mock battle.
And Rouel, sitting there naked, his prick standing upright as he stroked it, was the sole spectator and he got hotter and hotter. After half an hour, when Brenda and her opponent, sweaty and disheveled, were panting with their exertions, Rouel called a halt and took them into his bedroom. He had the other woman get on the bed with him and, while Brenda watched, he gave her a good fucking.
Then he thanked the young woman and let her leave. He and Brenda got into the shower. He covered her from her neck to her toes, front and back, in a thick soapy lather. He spent a lot of time on her tits, a lot of time on her ass, and then gave her cunt a good going over. They stepped out of the shower stall and dried each other off.
They'd get onto the bed together and Brenda would squat over his face. He would begin licking her freshly washed cunt and asshole until she cried out with joy. She wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. She'd look down at the massive twin mounds of her ample boobs, only able to feel Rouel kissing, licking and sucking as he devoured her twat.
After Rouel had caused her to climax two or three times, he ceased his oral ministrations and Brenda stretched out on the bed alongside him. Then he slowly explored her body with his tongue, thoroughly, reaching everywhere, beneath her boobs, her armpits and all in and around her crotch.
He had her turn over so his tongue could move over each muscle group of her back. He quickly progressed to her spine, so he could spend a lot of time running his lips and tongue over the massive globes of her ass and the deep crease between them.
Then they would come to the main event, when she would turn over again and spread her legs and he would crawl up between them, bury his long thick cock in her cunthole and spend the next two hours fucking her.
After that, she would get dressed while he lay there with a contented smile on his face as he slept. Ivan would drive her back to her apartment in silence. This had happened quite often since she became the captain of the team.
Brenda knew nothing of his other tastes and sexual predilections, except what she had heard gossiped about, but she knew he certainly enjoyed the times he spent with her.
But tonight was going to be different.
This was no call girl, or model, or whatever those others happened to be. This was Gorgeous Headlock and she had a reputation for being deadly. She was the best there was at what she did. Sure, those wrestling matches on TV were all an act, especially when it came to the women. But the skills and conditioning, and the will to win were not faked.
In fact, the few times Brenda had watched them, she was led to conclude that it took more strength, skill and effort to control their movements, to hold back, to fake it and still make it look good.
The wrestler saw many openings in the course of a match. The exposed throat here, the vulnerable back there, the abdomen, the face, a thousand chances to overcome an opponent.
Yes, Brenda reflected, in many ways it was easier to beat a person than to stage a fake fight. And for this upcoming event, she was quite sure the blonde would not bypass an opportunity to win over her. Gorgeous Headlock had her orders from Rouel.
Or was she overreacting?
Wasn't it possible that Rouel merely wanted a change of pace, a show put on by two big tough broads? Maybe he just wanted them to work up a good healthy sweat and then he'd help himself to both of them. Perhaps it was nothing more than that.
But if it was, Brenda told herself, Rouel had better damned well be convincing. And she wasn't sure he could be convincing enough. What if he did say he wanted an exhibition and nothing more? Could she believe him?
That was highly doubtful.
Did she dare take a chance and trust him, and let down her guard? With a battleship like Gorgeous Headlock coming at her, that would be nothing short of suicide.
So be it.
She sat there on the couch with Gorgeous, two powerful big-titted, broad-assed women, who in a short while might be trying to do each other in.
Rouel, wearing just his bathrobe, entered the room and said, "Well, ladies, I see you two are getting along well."
The girls smiled at each other and at him. Rouel smiled, if it was possible for a snake to smile. Brenda wasn't fooled.
"Shall we go to the recreation room, ladies?" Rouel invited. "The squared circle awaits."
He led them down the stairs to a large room, where there was, in fact, a regulation wrestling ring, padded turnbuckles and all, replete with overhead lighting. The other paraphernalia, of what was ordinarily a well-equipped gym, had been moved aside, leaving the ring to occupy the center.
It was sort of a ritual with Rouel, Brenda supposed, to have the ring taken down and stored, then reconstructed for special events. like her other visits. like this one.
She wondered if this was Gorgeous Headlock's first visit there. Or if she, like Brenda, came here frequently to put on an exhibition, followed by a session of torrid sex. Perhaps Rouel used them both, enjoying a performance by Gorgeous one time and her the next.
There was no time for further pondering of the situation when Rouel said, "I want you girls to give me a fight. A real fight, not an exhibition. I mean, no holds barred. Got it?"
"Got it," Gorgeous said, her glance at Brenda no longer friendly.
"The winner walks away with five thousand dollars," Rouel went on. "The loser gets free hospitalization, of course. If that's you, Brenda, you also get workman's compensation. After all, it will be an on the job injury."
"Wait a minute," Brenda said. "Let's get one thing clear. If I have to really defend myself, I'm going to do it to the best of my ability."
"Well, of course you are, Brenda." Rouel said, smiling at her. "So is Gorgeous. That's what we mean by the real thing."
He looked at the lady wrestler and asked, "Do you have a problem with that, Gorgeous?"
Gorgeous smiled and said, "Not a bit."
Brenda shrugged. "Okay, but I think you two are making a big mistake."
"I'll take my chances," Gorgeous said. "Now are we finished with the bullshit?"
"Sure," Brenda said.
"Then strip," Rouel told them.
Brenda kicked off her high heels, removed her T-shirt and bra, then off came her short shorts and panties. Gorgeous simply dropped her negligee.
Brenda followed her into the ring.
Gorgeous struck a double biceps pose, muscles bulging, appearing to be carved out of granite in the harsh, overhead lighting. Her thighs seemed massive below broad hips. Brenda had to admit it, if only to herself, Gorgeous appeared indestructible, as awesome as a Mack truck.
The tingling sensation within that warned her of danger, served no purpose. There was no backing out now. The way out was through Gorgeous. Destroy her and she could walk away from this.
Brenda crouched, legs and arms spread, circling warily, knowing Rouel at ringside was looking up between her legs at her pussy. Gorgeous, somewhat bigger in every dimension, mirrored Brenda's stance. Brenda caught a glimpse of Rouel gazing up between the legs of the lady wrestler, his eyes dancing with lust.
It was just as she'd suspected, Brenda told herself. Rouel didn't think she had a chance in hell against Gorgeous. She smiled. They didn't understand, either of them, how lethal she really was. Rouel had opened a can of worms for himself.
Gorgeous, raising her arms, stalked forward, preparing to engage Brenda in the so-called lock-up position, arms on each other's shoulders. Which was an excellent standard wrestling maneuver.
It was a lousy tactic in a duel to the finish though, which Brenda was sure this was going to turn out to be. Gorgeous pushed forward with powerful strides, massively muscled arms stretched before her. Brenda appeared to respond, lunging to meet her with the same stance.
But, with speed so fast the eye could hardly follow, Brenda dropped an arm and, with the edge of her hand, struck Gorgeous sharply.
The women's heavyweight wrestling champion staggered backward, a look of stunned surprise on her face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she clutched where she'd been caught.
Brenda had to give her credit though-she was a pro. She didn't stand there, giving Brenda a chance to follow up. She rolled quickly out of the ring, onto the vinyl-tiled floor.
She got up immediately and stalked around the outside of the ring. Then, propelling herself with rapid powerful strides, so that Brenda had no chance to jump her from inside the ring, she pounded on the ring with her fist.
Brenda turned in a watchful circle, centered in the ring, her eyes on the moving figure that radiated power and rage. Gorgeous suddenly threw herself into the ring under the bottom rope. She stood there in a corner, glaring at Brenda, gathering herself for a lunge.
Gorgeous knew if she could grab Brenda in her powerful arms, she could crush her. But Brenda knew what was coming and prepared to dodge like a bull fighter. Yet Gorgeous was no dumb, charging beast. As she moved forward with express train speed and power, she anticipated Brenda's move. One of her mighty arms shot out, snagging Brenda's twisting body, catching her off balance.
Brenda found herself suddenly lifted into the air, in an iron grip, the powerful arms of her assailant crushing her. It was impossible for her to draw a breath, the small of her back feeling as though she was caught in a vise.
But even then, she knew Gorgeous or Rouel, or both of them, had seriously underestimated her. Her hands were free and she had nothing to lose. Gorgeous was canny, not stupid enough to expose her face, keeping it buried between Brenda's fleshy boobs. But she had to breathe. So Brenda reached a hand in between her chest and Gorgeous' face, covering the wrestler's nose and mouth.
Gorgeous tried to shake her head, to burrow into Brenda's cleavage. Brenda raised her arms and brought them down sharply, palms cupped. Just as Gorgeous's corded neck muscles had saved her from a crushed larynx, so her thick blonde hair prevented Brenda's move from being a downing blow.
Brenda dropped to the floor as Gorgeous let go, the shock to her eardrums, to her brain, causing her to clutch her ears and step back, whirling, lest Brenda attempt to grab her. But Brenda was kneading her ribs, trying to catch her breath in an opposite corner of the ring.
They circled again, backing away from each other as they went around and around. Gorgeous, ring veteran that she was, was now all too well aware of Brenda's agility. She moved to counter it.
She stopped circling and bounced her big body against the center of the ropes. Brenda dropped to the mat just in time as Gorgeous thundered over her, hitting the opposite side of the ring. This time, Brenda rolled out of the way, not seeing any approach to the hurtling mass of angry muscle.
But Brenda did not dare let it continue. Gorgeous was picking up speed, moving faster and faster with each launch. It became clear that Gorgeous, breaking out of her two-poled orbit, could destroy her in a number of ways.
Unless-
With perfect timing, Brenda grabbed a passing arm. Using Gorgeous's momentum, she caused the wrestler to suddenly change course. Only the generous padding of the turnbuckle saved Gorgeous as she slammed into a corner.
She didn't panic, though. Ignoring her pain to take up a defensive position, hands grasping the ropes, arms supporting the weight of her body, back squarely against the turnbuckle, she faced the center of the ring.
Brenda wasn't dumb enough to go in there after her. Gorgeous's feet were lethal in that situation. Brenda would have to draw her out.
"Had enough?" she asked, taunting her.
"Why don't you come after me?" Gorgeous panted, her voice hoarse.
Brenda laughed. "I don't see anything there worth going after."
Strutting contemptuously, Brenda turned her back to Gorgeous in order to provoke her. It worked, except it was faster than Brenda anticipated.
Even as Brenda turned to face her, Gorgeous launched herself off the ropes and rolled toward Brenda on the mat. For a split second, Brenda had the odd sensation that Gorgeous had disappeared. Rouel Blain, seated in an armchair at ringside, playing with his dick, was sure now it would soon be over. Brenda was about to get pulverized.
Gorgeous tackled Brenda and she landed heavily, her boobs cushioning her fall. The sweat from her exertions stood her in good stead as her ankle slipped from Gorgeous's hasty grasp.
Both women were sweating profusely. Their bodies, with their generous curves and large breasts, writhed against each other, each woman struggling to capture a limb. Over and over they rolled, out of control.
Suddenly, it was over. They had rolled into a comer and, as luck would have it, Gorgeous hit her head against the ring post.
"Well done!" Rouel shouted excitedly as he let go of his cock, stood up and applauded.
Brenda, dizzy from rolling over and over, was not aware of what had happened. She rolled off of Gorgeous, who lay there, not moving. Then Brenda understood what had taken place. It had been an accident. No plan, no action of her own had resulted in her so-called victory. It had been a matter of random chance, pure and simple.
Had they started rolling half a body width closer or farther, it would have been her head that had hit against the post.
Surely Rouel knew that, she thought.
"Well, I must say, you certainly surprised me," Rouel told her, like she'd won a well-thought-out victory. He escorted her from the basement arena.
"I'm a little surprised myself," Brenda said.
"Well, on to better things," Rouel chuckled.
Brenda looked back at Gorgeous, still out, lying there, not moving.
"Oh, don't worry about her," Rouel said. "Ivan and Stanley will do whatever needs to be done."
Ivan met them at the basement door. He looked at Brenda like he was surprised that it was her.
"Any problems?" he asked Rouel.
"Nothing you and Stanley can't handle," Rouel replied. He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder and added. "Take care of her."
"I'll get Stanley," Ivan said.
"Whatever."
Taking Brenda by the arm, he led her upstairs and into the shower stall. She was washed from head to foot, front and back, with a thick soapy lather and Rouel's hands spending a lot of time with her boobs, her ass, her cunt and the crease between her ample buns. He dried her off and led her into the bedroom.
She sighed as she lay down in the middle of the bed that was the size of a playing field, which, in a sense, it was. She did not want to look at Rouel as he spread her legs and thrust his head between them. She said nothing as he began to devour her pussy. He would spend an hour down there, she thought. Then he'd turn her over and lick her asshole. He'd turn her over again, mount her and fuck her. He'd fuck her for hours.
She wished she was already back home in her apartment, lying on her own bed with Frieda on one side of her and Cathy on the other, and Jimmie on top of her, fucking her.
That son of a bitch, she thought. There he was, kissing, licking and sucking her cunt, and he had delivered a message she could not have imagined. She had no power. Gorgeous Headlock had no power. It was he who caused them to come together and fight. And he didn't give a damn as to the outcome. It didn't matter to him what happened to either Gorgeous or her.
So what, that she was tough. So what, that she could fight. Real power lay in the hands of Rouel Blain and others like him.
Still, she reflected, while he made slurping sounds as he burrowed between her thighs, he had overlooked something. She was smarter now. She wouldn't let him know it, but she saw him for what he was-the enemy.