submission to their big sisters.
And it was still played at Avondale.
The selection of teams was perfectly fair each time the 'Game' was played. Teams were drawn by lot, without regard to roommates or lovers.
Roommates sometimes were on the same team, sometimes not, as the draw would have it. It was only fair, of course. Naturally, then, it had happened on a few occasions that one roommate actually found herself having to torture the other, for the torturers and soldiers on each team were also drawn by lot. On these odd occasions it made the game much more interesting for in many cases the two girls were much in love and they had married.
However, the torture of one wife or roommate by the other was performed with the same fervor and skill as it would have been on any other girl. It was part of playing the game fairly. Besides, any easing of methods or intensity would be readily observed by the other team members who would be watching, and they would hold the torturer in serious contempt and disfavor. After all, it was their sentences she was responsible for!
As it happened, Pamela and Donna found themselves on the same side by the luck of the draw.
They were very pleased, of course, for it meant not only would they be together, but it dispelled any possibility of circumstances forcing one of them having by chance to torture the other in the game.
Their luck was extremely good, for at the meeting of their five-girl team in the library they also drew the two lowest numbers which allowed them to be their team's two torturers. They were ecstatic.
The two teams gathered in their adjacent barns at two in the afternoon, to begin play.
'Okay, kittens,' said Pamela to the three soldiers in white panties. 'Get going and find us a pair of pink pants. We'll make her talk, you can count on it. Donna and I planned some delightful ideas last night! Be careful, darlings, don't get caught, and fight like hell if you have to.'
All five of the girls exchanged kisses for luck, and Donna and Pamela smacked them lovingly on the seat of their pants as they went out. It was like the enthusiasm of a girls' volleyball team! The girls from both teams spread out, into the deep woods and spacious acres of grounds. The flags had been secreted earlier.
Kathy took to the birch and oak trees by the stream, deciding to follow the brooklet's course along the north side of the forest. She was a 'white' and she was eager to bring back a 'pink' for Pamela and Donna to work on. Kathy was deep brunette and quite tall at five-seven. Her body was slim but strong, and she knew that she had more than an even chance in a fight.
Nothing much occurred for the first half hour, so large were the acres of property. Kathy had seen one girl near a thicket some distance away, but when the girl had emerged along a path Kathy could see white panties. It was near the stone bridge that she had heard a twig snap and ran towards the sound. As she passed a bush, a streak of long brown hair and flashing skin hurled itself at her, knocking her to the ground. The girl had pink pants and her name was Heather. Kathy sprang to her feet.
'Well, if it isn't Heather,' said Kathy.
'Hello, Kathy. Looks like we're in for a fight.'
'You better believe it, baby, I'm gonna beat hell out of you. No way am I going to get worked on by your two sadist,s and scream my lungs out. You're just a little thing, Heather, and I'm going to make you wish that you hadn't run into me.'
Heather was but five feet, so indeed she was small, but she was gutsy. She was a lovely girl, her best asset the incredibly long brown hair she possessed. Heather's tresses hung below her pert bottom, a style more common in the Victorian period than now.
Heather flung herself at Kathy and the two fell to the dirt in a tangle of flying arms and legs.
Squeals and squeals came by the dozen as two females met in combat. Nails flashed and hands became entangled in hair. Heather tried to stand up and kick, but Kathy grabbed her by the waist- band of her panties and the thin garment ripped from her bottom.
Females, like men, felt the heat of combat. The eyes of the two girls flashed in anger at each other.
Kathy felt the raw passion, female battle, and Heather's total nudity aroused her emotions. She stripped off her own pants to better enjoy the pleasure of totally naked encounter, and her throat purred like a leopard about to attack. Her fist caught Heather on the cheek and the girl dropped with a thud directly on her bare buttocks.
'Get up, baby, and I'll knock you on your ass again!' said Kathy.
Heather shrieked like a panther and flew at
Kathy, fists flying. Kathy felt t,he blood running from a split lip and it aroused her greatly. Girls in battle are a curious marvel for, like animals, the taste of blood arouses passions and sexual emotion. It was for that reason that Romans enjoyed the spectacle of women gladiators in the arena, or even more, two Christian girls forced to fight each other wit,h bare fists.
Both Heather and Kathy could feel the burning in their clits from sheer naked combat as they smashed fists into each other. If it were possible to see within their sex lips at that moment, one would have found erect and quivering clitorises. Kathy was.proving too much for Heather. The smaller girl had been knocked down over and over, her lips and nose bleeding badly, her eyes stinging with tears. At last she could not get up, kneeling on all fours, and shaking her head in hurt. Kathy hadn't had enough, however, and pulling the help- less girl up to her feet by her long hair, she sent a final fist into Heather's face. Heather collapsed at
Kathy's feet and like a whipped dog, licked Kathy's dusty toes.
'I've had enough, Kath. You've hurt me awfully, you know. I can't fight anymore.' Heather stood up and put her hands behind her to be tied.
'Got a better idea for you, pussycat,' smiled the victor. 'Don't think I'll need a rope at all.'
Kathy took Heather's long tresses and twisted the bottom into a braid. She pulled down on the hair as far as it would go, forcing Heather's head f straight back, and ran the braid up between the girl's legs. Centering the hair between Heather's sex lips, Kathy pulled it up into the wetness as tightly as possible and tied Heather's wrists in front of her with the barely remaining inches of hair. The braid was so tight that it; disappeared for some length in Heather's pussy. Kathy clapped in glee at f.he workability of her bondage idea.
'You're probably the only chick in history to get pussy cream on her own hair!' laughed Kathy, obviously delighted with her victory. 'Well, let's get you back to our camp. How's your screaming ability?'
'You won't get me to tell where our flag is,' said
Heather. 'By the way, who's your torturers?'
'Pamela and Donna,' snapped Kathy, 'and they have some fun things planned for you. They'll make you wish you weren't female!'
Kathy tied a rope around Heather's neck and began the walk back to headquarters, pulling her captive behind. Heather's tie kept her head fully back and she could but look into the sky as she stumbled along.
Pamela and Donna squealed in joy as they saw
Kathy drag Heather towards the barn. Ravan also was on hand as the official referee for the two headquarters and she smiled at Kathy's unique bondage on Heather.
'Marvelous, Kathy!' she exclaimed. 'Well done. The pink team hasn't captured one of your girls yet so you'll have to wait to begin Heather's tortures. Meanwhile, why don't you amuse yourself with Heather in the barn. I'll let you know when to begin the questioning.'
In the large barn Heather was untied and she was relieved to have her head back in its normal position.
'Well, Pam,' said Donna, 'we've got some time to kill. Shall we see how good Heather is with her tongue?'
'Big deal,' snorted Heather. 'All three of you, I suppose. I can eat three pussies without breathing hard.'
'Who said anything about. pussies?' smiled
Donna. 'I know of a better place!'
Heat.her blanched a pale white. 'Oh, no. Not t.here. Never licked a girl there. No way!'
Donna shrugged. 'Kathy, guess Heather needs some more beating on. How about some more fist sandwiches?'
'No, wait,' pleaded Heather. 'Don't let Kath at me again. Damn, can she punch. Don't want to lose my teeth. I'll do it.'
'You go first, Kath,' said Donna. 'After all, you captured her.'
Kathy squealed in pleasure and bent herself over a heavy plank work table, spreading her bottom cheeks
