Return to Avondale

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 hap- pened on a few occasions that one roommate actu- ally 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 them- selves 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 sol- diers 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 t,he 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 c,." female battle, and

Heather's total nudity aroused her emotions. She stripped off her own pants to better enjoy the plea- sure 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 emo-. tion. 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.