Lady Maud Weatherby – Part 2
An uninformed observer would be hard pressed to explain the sight laid before him in this scene.
Two women faced each other both in a state of ill dress and ill health. One woman – the mistress of the house - stood with the front of her very expensive day dress ripped down the front leaving all of her right breast and no small piece of her left exposed to plain view. The same woman’s usually well maintained golden locks were ragged and unkempt in appearance, standing out to the top and sides as well as having lose clumps hanging from it, courtesy of the woman facing her. The dark haired part of this duo stood with her hands on her hips and her proud, naked breasts thrust forward. Her dress was far less well made than her adversaries and the top half of the garment had disintegrated in the first few moments of hostilities between the two women. A smear of dried blood ran across Emma’s cheek, a legacy from a brutal punch and kick received from her erstwhile employer. Lady Maud Weatherby was also slightly bloodied to her face from the well landed fists of her foe. Both women had rosy cheeks from punches received and both women had slight markings to breasts and tummies from questing fingers and claws.
The pair had come to blows in a viscous outpouring of contempt and hatred that, if asked, neither could easily have explained away. The upshot of that outpouring was that the two women had agreed to keep fighting even though the chance had presented itself for the fight to end. Emma had been forced to continue or lose her job, a choice that she had happily made as the thought of getting her hands back on her employer filled her with delight. Maud was completely astonished to discover that she wanted to continue the fight more than anything she had ever wanted.
Looking on as an initially reluctant spectator was Maud’s other handmaid – Daisy. Daisy had tried to stop the fight but had now given up that idea and had instead resolved to enjoy the spectacle of her friend and her employer trying to rip each other to pieces. Daisy was going to enjoy watching this fight and it was pretty clear that both Emma and Maud were going to enjoy being in it, no matter what happened.
The two women had been facing each other a few feet apart, both impressed with the physique of the other. Both women had ample curves so as not to be classed as too small but nor was either carrying excess flesh. Firm full breasts, flat – but not muscular – tummies were evident on both women while the two tattered dresses hid well rounded buttocks and long lithe legs.
From her position on the four poster bed in the centre of the room Daisy had an excellent view of the rest of the room and, after her initial horror at the prospect what was happening, she was now eager to watch what happened.
Turning now to face each other directly, Maud and Emma bent slightly at the knee and lent forward slightly, a stance that had both sets of breasts swaying slightly. Emma reached out a tentative hand but Maud slapped it away and a game of cat and mouse began as the women probed and searched for an opening, each woman far more cautious now than when the fight had initially broken out. The dancing around and probing did not last long, Maud made a more concerted surge forward and she managed to get a good handful of Emma’s hair. Emma followed this move and the women brought their bodies slamming together as a vicious hair pulling contest began. Grunting at the pain and effort both women tried to rip the hair from the other. Their heads were forced back one moment and then to the side the next as the tugging and stumbling around continued. Along with the hair pulling, the girls tried pushing and pulling each other around in an effort to gain an advantage. In addition to this the girls were also kicking out at each other’s shins and legs, the lack of shoes, however, meant that this tactic achieved little by way of inflicting pain but it did mean that eventually the girls legs tangled together and they both crashed to the floor.
Still pulling hair both women now tried to gain the upper hand as they rolled and thrashed on the floor. As hands became free from hair momentarily both women tried punching and slapping. The punches, delivered mostly to the back and sides of heads, lacked any real force as they were delivered in such a clinch but the sound of the slaps rang out in the room and exposed flesh soon began to redden from constant punishment. Emma found herself sitting on Maud’s tummy and a feeling of triumph ran through her but was quickly and violently replaced by searing pain. Although in the upper position, Emma had failed to hold Maud’s arms down – she should have shuffled forward and pinned them to the ground – consequently Maud was able to reach up and grab the two inviting orbs that swayed above her.
Maud dup her fingers into Emma’s tits and twisted and gouged with all of her strength. She was rewarded by a screech of pain as Emma grabbed at her hands in an effort to free herself. Luckily for Emma the fight had made her sweat and Maud’s gauging was soon brought to an end. Emma gritted her teeth and slammed her balled fist down into Maud’s exposed stomach. All the air was driven from Maud and with a whooomph she doubled up in pain. This rest bite allowed Emma to crawl off of her and move a few feet away where she examined her throbbing red tits for wounds. Rubbing her sore breasts Emma rose to her feet, recovered enough from her gut punches Maud followed her. Both women turned away from each other and walked around the room a little as they regained their breath and composure.
As far as Daisy was concerned the fight was going really well and she was enjoying the sight of the two fit women trying to beat the shit out of each other. But she knew her duty and so she thought it best to speak up.
‘Lady Maud, do you want the fight to stop now? You have both done really well and there is no way that it can be said that you lost.’
Still breathing a little more heavily than normal Maud turned her head and said, ‘I may not have lost Daisy – but have I won? If Emma says that I have beaten her in a fair fight then we can end this now.’
Daisy turned to her friend and hoping against hope asked the question, ‘Well Emma are you prepared to say that her Ladyship has beaten you? Please think carefully about this before you answer, has Lady Maud – our employer, the Lady of the manor, our mistress – has she beaten you here’
Emma stood as tall as she could and faced her friend, she then turned to look at Lady Maud. Maud was quite a sight, her hair was a mess, her body was glowing with sweat, she was red in many places from Emma’s questing fingers, her slapping and punching. Maud’s dress was torn and ragged but she was clearly intent on being declared the winner of the fight. Emma imagined that she looked just as ragged as the woman that she was fighting, she certainly felt it. Her scalp was burning from the constant pulling of hair, her neck hurt from the same action. Her breasts ached as did many of her muscles, some from being hit, most from being used this much. Emma knew that the right thing, the correct thing to do was to say that she gave in and that Maud had won, it was the sensible thing to do.
‘I will say that she has beaten me as and when it happens. I can keep this up all day if I have to and by the time we finish my good ladyship will be sorry that she ever tried to match me.’ Hissed Emma.
‘Oh for fucks sake’ Daisy said as she settled herself back on the bed.
She was about to tell the women to fight on but didn’t need to as Lady Maud took it upon herself to advance on her enemy. Emma raised her fists to mirror the stance that Maud had taken and before Daisy knew what was happening the pair had started to throw very clumsy but very painful punches at each other. This was no boxing match, just two women trying to hurt each other. Wild punches were being thrown as well as some tentative kicks at legs and tummies alike. Most of the punches were being spent on raised, defensive arms and those that got through were mostly to the top of the head. One wild punch thrown by Maud went wide of the mark but the momentum of the punch sent her forward. Instead of connecting with her target, Emma’s nose, her fist went past her head. Instead of drawing back Maud wrapped her right arm around Emma’s neck, she squeezed and pulled Emma’s head down. Emma had no choice than to follow suite and both women soon had neck holds on with one arm leaving one hand each free to grab at hair and tits or any other flesh they could grab a good hold of.
Maud tried to pull away from Emma when she had a good two handed hold on her foe’s hair. She managed to free herself from Emma’s clutches and she pulled hair with all of her remaining strength. Emma had no choice but to stumble forward, she had lost her grip on Maud and needed to get back in close and get her hands back in the fight. Using her backward momentum Maud pulled hair with all her might forcing Emma ever forward and also forcing her head down. In a flash Lady Maud brought up her right knee as swiftly as she could and it connected with Emma’s face perfectly. Emma fell to the floor and in an instant Lady Maud was on top of her. A very listless Emma could do nothing to protect herself and Maud capitalised by repeatedly punching and slapping the hapless serving girl. Maud could see that there was no fight left in her opponent, the girl was just laying on her back pathetically trying to cover her face and stop the punishment getting through.
‘Who (slap) won (slap)?’ Maud called out. ‘Who (slap) won (slap) cunt (slap) fucking tell me? ’ Maud repeated.
‘You won your ladyship’ Daisy said as she as she eased herself between Lady Maud and her beaten friend.
‘No she has to say it. Tell me who won Emma, tell me!’
‘You won, I give up.’ Emma called out. ‘All right you won now fucking get off of me’
Maud obliged the girl by getting to her feet but she could not resist the temptation and she gave Emma one last kick in her side as she moved away.
Lady Maud Weatherby could not believe what had just happened. Not only had she been in a fight with another woman but she had won. She felt elated, exhausted but elated.
‘Clean her up Daisy and then you two can leave. There are some old dresses of mine around somewhere. Give Emma the plainest one you can find and don’t let anyone see you leaving. I shall go to one of our other properties until I look more presentable to the world, just make sure that if anyone asks what happened to Emma that you don’t mention me and I promise that both of your jobs will be safe.’
‘Oh and one more thing Daisy.’ Maud added. ‘When I come back it’s your turn.’
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