Chapter 9A

November 12th - continued

Jeremy kept the girls chatting for hours before they finally were able to get upstairs to bed. His earlier attentions to Gwendoline's handsome buttocks had apparently sated his designs on those battered glories, ( not that Gwen had had nearly enough!) and he behaved as though the presence of three naked ladies in his house was the kind of thing that happened too often to be remarkable.

When they were finally ushered to their room, Harriet and Gwendoline decided to share one bed and Jessica was left on the other. The temperature in the bedroom was appreciably lower than that in the warm rooms below and Jessica ruefully prepared for a none too comfortable night as she heard Gwen encouraging Harry not to be worried about the next day.

"You'll be fine, darling Harriet - you've had the best teacher anyone ever had!. You give her a demonstration of how good I am. Don't let me down my love: make sure you give her a real thumping! and now wrap those lovely strong arms and gorgeous powerful thighs around me and keep me warm. Night girls!"

During the ensuing night, Gwen was the warmest of the three since Harry was lying on top of her and obediently wrapping her arms and legs around her, with her back exposed to the cool air. Harry was next warmest and poor Jessica kept waking up and shivering throughout the night. By the time morning came she was more determined than ever that she was going to teach this girl who had come between her and her childhood friend a lesson she would never forget. Gwen was aware of this and was torn between her relish at the thought of seeing two other girls fighting over her and sorrow that either one of them was going to be hurt - perhaps I'll forbid it at the last minute was her last thought before falling asleep - enfolded by Harriet's strong arms and legs and with her powerful warm body pressing down on her.

November 13th

As the girls sat over their early morning meal and waited for the sun to rise, Jeremy made a few suggestions relating to the forthcoming duel between Jess and Harry. His suggestion of dividing the action into three rounds of four minutes with two minute intervals was accepted. It was agreed that there would be no referee - both girls being trusted to observe the minimal rules that had been agreed to. Jeremy offered to second Jessica and Gwen happily agreed to look after Harriet.

Three hours later, Gwen was bathing Harriet's bruised face with cold water and commiserating with her on her injuries.

"Never mind, Gwen at least I stayed on my feet all through - she didn't put me down once"

Gwen smiled at the memory of the contest. The adrenalin had fairly pumped through her at the sounds and sight of blows raining down on her two friends. They had both held absolutely nothing back and it was a wonder that neither had sustained any serious injury. Jessica had emerged as the winner, but Harriet had every reason to be proud of her performance and both girls had shaken hands and embraced warmly when it was all over.

This time it had been Gwen who was cold in the morning chill and Jessica and Harry had been pink both with exertion and the impact of the blows they were landing so regularly and heavily on each other. By the time it was over, they were sweating profusely and steam was rising from their bodies as well as their breath.

Jessica came into the bathroom and again congratulated Harry on putting up a wonderful performance. Gwendoline left them together to continue their welcome reconciliation and went downstairs to see Jeremy about something.

When the two former opponents came down, Jeremy was nowhere to be seen and Gwen was standing by the window and looking into the distance.

"Golly, Gwen! That arse looks as red as ever this morning. I'd have thought it might have cooled off a bit over night." said Harry.

"It did - but good old Jeremy's just freshened it up a bit. Very stimulating! He used his belt this time. He's pretty strong, considering how thin he is"

Her two friends came and stood one on either side of her. Harry patted her rump and Gwen squealed delightedly, asking her to slap her again only much harder. Jessica felt sick as she heard Harry complying vigorously.

"What's happening to you, Gwen?" she moaned. "Try to control yourself and don't you encourage her, Harry. And what ever is Jim going to think when he sees you tonight? Those bruises will take a week to go down."

"Oh, I'll think of something to tell him, and we aren't going to see him today. Jerry has arranged for us to stay with Victor's owner tonight. You'll be glad to see him again - Jess!. So we can stay here all day and go over there this evening. Hope you don't mind too much, but I agreed we'd do another race this afternoon. Don't worry, Harry! Jessie will go easy on you this time! I only agreed to it because I so very much want to be getting it on the arse again from good old Jerry!"

"Are you two sure your feet will be up to going over that stony drive again so soon." asked Jessica who was really more worried about enduring another two hours freezing while the other two kept warm.

Harry and Gwen assured her that they would be fine, which indeed they were. After the race was over, again the three went up for a shower, but this time Jessica was spared the horrors of the previous day. Gwen was beginning to feel that perhaps the repeat was not quite as enjoyable as the first race, to her acute disappointment. Their host had proved slightly squeamish this time and belaboured her rear a little less vigorously. In truth the sight of Gwen's bruised and swollen arse was rather less appetising than that of her smooth and untouched one had been. Even so - he had landed a lot of really stinging and satisfying smacks and she was fairly happy, if not quite as ecstatic as before.

"You look a really nasty mess, Gwen" said Jessica as she looked at her friend in the shower. " You've got such a lovely body - much nicer than mine. Why do you let that man abuse it like that? It makes me terribly sad to see you getting hooked on something so sick"

"I think your bum looks nicer when it's its normal colour and shape, myself" said Harriet. "It looked really good last night, all nice and red after the races, but after what he's done to it today it's getting really yucky. Best give it a rest for a week or two. When it's back to normal, Jessie and I will both love to kiss it, but the way it looks now quite turns the stomach"

Gwendoline looked shamefaced and realised her friends were in the right. It was hurting all the time and the exhilaration was fading fast. The thought of how she must look sobered her up a bit too. Jessica was dead right about Jim - she would have an awful lot of explaining to do!

It would never do to go through the rest of her life dominated by this particular fetish. She MUST do something to cure herself and she had a pretty firm notion as to what that would be.

After cooking the three girls another superb dinner Jeremy drove them over to his friend's house and Jessica was reunited with a boisterous and delighted Victor.

The friend turned out to be just as eccentric as Jeremy, except that his attention was directed more at Harriet - somewhat to that young lady's concern, as she had absolutely no wish whatsoever to submit her shapely and unsullied rear to the rough treatment that Gwen loved so much!

"I see old Jerry has been having a bit of fun with you my dear!" he said as he contemplated Gwendoline's flaming bottom.

"It was very much a mutual pleasure, Gavin", replied Gwen. "We each have what the other wants; I have a delightful bum and he has something to hit it with! But, I should warn you that my two friends are very much off limits - and I am resting"

"Quite so. I can see you all need a bit of R&R!. Your friends both look a little battered - especially this lovely redhead and your delightful posterior has done great and valiant service to my good friend Jerry and deserves a medal!"

With this he knelt down behind Gwendoline and kissed her bruised and battered arse with great tenderness and reverence. The other two girls giggled hysterically.

Gwen asked their new host if he had any strange ideas as to how they might entertain him on the morrow and he laughingly excused them from any further exertions.

"You all need a rest, as Jerry has explained to me. I really applaud your vision. I see a world wide network of women who will be there for each other, whenever any of their number is in need. You have my whole hearted approval for what you are doing. I shall be thinking of you all during these closing days of your mission and willing you to to come through with flying colours!"

46

November 13th - continued

The three girls were very tired. It had been a strenuous day for all of them in a variety of ways.

Harriet and Jessica had fought each with much fire and fury in the morning and both were badly bruised, especially Harriet who had only managed to land one blow to every two or three that the vengeful Jessica had so skilfully landed on her. Jessica's kicks and punches had all been expertly timed and shrewdly delivered, rocking the other girl back on her heels time and again. Harriet's lovely delicate face had been a bloody mess by the time it was all over, mainly owing to a blow to the nose that had landed very early on. Only Harry's superior strength had kept her from being knocked down many times and enabled her to stay in the contest right up to the end.

Gwen kept recalling the punishment that the red-head had taken and hearing again and again the sounds of Jessica's feet and fists hitting her almost at will. She was half ashamed of herself for the erotic excitement this memory still caused her. I'm developing into a rather nasty person, she thought. Still, she had helped Harry clean herself up afterwards and been mightily relieved to find the damage to that exquisite face to be only superficial. She more fiercely admired Harriet than ever after yesterday, and looked forward to the coming night when she would be able to fondle and caress her lovely brave friend, feeling the strength of that lithe, powerful and wounded body beside her and on top of her.

In the afternoon after the fight, Gwen and Harry had once again participated in Jeremy's second favourite activity and pulled the two rickshaws in a strenuous and fiercely contested race around the estate, inflicting yet more pain and damage to their sore feet, and giving Jeremy the chance to indulge his far and away most favourite activity for the second time that day and complete his methodical devastation of Gwen's battered but still bewitching bottom, to her continuing deep satisfaction. Gwen had quite easily won this time because Harry had still not recovered from the mauling she had received from Jessica, who had happily lost the animosity she had been harbouring for the past days. Jessie abstained from using the riding crop on Harriet - in fact she threw it away after they had only gone a few yards and Harry gratefully did her very best to secure victory for them both but was just too worn out to be able to beat a Gwendoline whose adrenalin was pumping incredibly powerfully under the twin stimuli of the competition and the beautiful, if somewhat diminished, beating her sweet aristocratic buttocks were receiving from the eccentric Jeremy.

The two rickshaw girls spent much of the rest of the afternoon massaging and extracting bits of grit from the soles of their feet and soaking the said feet in a hot footbath provided by the concerned Jeremy. After a few hours of this recuperative therapy they both felt they were able resume the journey, although they might need to tread a tad carefully for a few days yet. They both agreed, albeit for differing reasons, that it had been well worth it. Harry had furthered her reconciliation with Jessica, and Gwendoline had continued her bizarre voyage of self-discovery. Both girls had exercised their bodies to an extent that had lifted them to new levels of exhausted and pleasurable exaltation.

Their new host, Gavin did not keep them talking all night like the loquacious Jeremy and they were able to retire early. Their room contained one large bed and all three were able to sleep together. Gwen took up the middle position and after a long and affectionate French kiss to Jessica who promptly fell asleep, she turned to Harriet and began to caress that strong but battered body - as she had been longing to all day.

"I'm so proud of you, my lovely dear Harry. I'll never know how you stayed on your feet through that collossal pounding Jessie gave you - but I'd never have forgiven you if you hadn't. We're two of a kind - my sweet darling Harry. I never give up and nor do you. I love you so much, so very very much! You'll always be able to rely on me if you're in trouble. I swear it! Nothing and nobody will ever stop me coming to help you."

Harriet winced as Gwen hugged her bruised ribcage, but told her not to stop, just squeeze even harder. Being loved by her two role models was worth all the pain and humiliation they had both put her through. She finally fell asleep and Gwen lay awake wondering where they would all be in a year's time.

Happily for her own peace of mind she did not know that in a few weeks her own life would be changed for ever by the death of her father and that she would soon be catapulted into managing his estates and various companies and being henceforth known as the Countess of Bembridge. As it was, she looked forward to her marriage to a rising artist and starting a family while at the same contriving somehow to keep in very physical touch with Jessica and Harriet - especially dear brave Harry with her gorgeously developing physique!

Harriet dreamed as she drifted into a deep slumber of her recently formed ambition. She wanted to become a manual labourer and do the kind of work that strong, rough and tough men did and do it as well or even better than they. She wanted backbreakingly hard work to be her lot from dawn until dusk, doing all the heaviest and most exhausting tasks that were there to be done. She wanted to develop the body of a female Goliath! If dear old Bill didn't like the idea of a wife with bulging muscles and a hard six pack stomach then dear old Bill could go and get fucked. She saw her way ahead very clearly and and the vision caused her pussy to become as wet as Gwen's had after her delightful arse-whipping.

November 14th Nine days and counting!

"What will you do, Harry, my angel, after this is all over?" asked Gwen as she offered to share her toast with the bruised redhead. "Off back to your hedonistic round of parties and bonking with Bill I suppose!"

Harry swallowed the saliva-soaked bit of toast and smiled.

"I want to find something hard and physical to do. The harder the better. This journey has changed me in all sorts of ways and I feel I have discovered my body for the first time. I want to let it take over my life for a while and see just what challenges it can meet. What about you two?"

Jessica laughed and said she just wanted to be a good wife and hopefully a good mother as well.

"I'm sure you will" said the other two in unison.

Indeed Jessica seemed to have altered so much since meeting Andy and it seemd to Gwen and Harry that if the idea of a female masonry were to endure after this business was over, it would be the they who would have to provide the driving force to get the thing off the ground. The two separately resolved that they would - somehow they both instinctively realised that their lives might one day depend upon it.

"What will you do, my darling Gwendoline" asked Jessica.

"I know one thing I'll be doing as little as possible - if at all"

The others looked enquiringly.

"I don't want ever to wear clothes again - not as long as I live. I love being naked - I'm so grateful to old Harold back in September. He has set me free and I bless his name for ever!"

"You'll have to wear something to marry Jim" said Jessica.

"That's the only fly in the ointment, but I like the guy and I have to produce an heir - so I'll have to go through with it"

"You only LIKE him - is that a basis for a lifetime together?" asked Jessica.

"It's how our kind have always lived, Jessie" explained Harriet. "Marriages of convenience. The sad thing is that poor old Jim probably hasn't got the message."

"Oh, I love the darling fellow OK. In fact I'm totally crazy about him. I was only teasing. But the Lady Masons will always have first call on my loyalty - That's what I promised darling Harry last night and I repeat the same solemn promise to both of you today. We must all fifty of us have an oath-taking ceremony just as soon as possible after this is over. I loved what Harriet said when she first joined us - 'all for one and one for all'. Let's all three of us pledge to that now and sign our names in blood. What a shame all Harry's copiously flowing blood was washed down the drain yesterday - it would have come in useful."