It's your game

As Beth was fighting against her body, as well as the urge to run from the run, she realised it had been a long time since she had last moved a piece.

Glancing up, the naked girl saw with surprise that Borgov was actually struggling! She hadn't even realised that she had the upper hand!

Her shoulders were screaming, her stomach was cramping and her legs were becoming numb, but Beth redoubled her focus on the board.

Beth tentatively reached out a hand, moving a piece here, taking a piece there. She pushed her queen down the board, and when she was absolutely sure of her position, let go.

Borgov plucked his king up in the palm of his hand, and held it out to her.

"Take it," he smiled. Beth hadn't even known that he spoke English. "It's your game."

Applause and cheers rained down on her, but Beth was too exhausted to receive it. She simply sat there, her arms tighter around her than ever before, not trusting her legs to support even her small weight if she stood up.

Beth jumped as Borgov placed his jacket around her shoulders and helped her to her bare feet.

"I'm sorry you have been treated like this," he apologised, and Beth knew her was being genuine; he had played no part in this cruelty.

His eyes were locked politely onto her face, not even for a moment glancing down at her barely-concealed breasts or her tiny, twitching feet.

Beth mumbled something, but only the word "hotel" was audible above the noise. But Borgov understood. He guided Beth slowly back towards the street, careful to not tread on her toes as she waddled awkwardly, not wanting to upset her swollen bladder.

Beth screamed as the cameras flashed in her face, the waiting press all wanting an quote. Borgov kept them back, ensuring Beth didn't slip on the treacherous ice.

The snow fall was even heavier now, and Beth's skin was so pale it was almost transparent, but she made it back to the waiting limousine before she tumbled into the depths of hypothermia.

"Keep the jacket, you can return it later," Borgov explained as he helped her inside. "I'll make sure everything is put back before you get there."

With another warm smile that Beth would never have previously associated with his robotic-like personality, he closed the door, shutting out the weather.

It was only when the limousine was winding its way back to the hotel that Beth could revel in her achievement. She had done it! She had finally beaten Borgov! All the preparation, all those hours of practice games , and all it had taken was for her to be completely naked-

No! Don't think about that! Beth cursed herself as she pulled Borgov's jacket tighter around herself, her legs instinctively curling into a ball.

xxx

The driver watched the half-naked girl through the rear view mirror. Her face was scrunched in concentration, but this only made her cuter then she already was.

She shifted awkwardly were she sat, occasionally massaging her stomach.

Smiling he eased off the accelerator ever so slightly. It was fortunate his passenger didn't know Moscow, otherwise she would have been asking him why he was taking a very scenic route.

The American was now looking desperately out of the window, scanning the buildings for her hotel.

"Are we nearly there?" Beth squeaked, bouncing up and down. She was about to wet herself!

"It's not far, miss."

The driver could see shining lights of the hotel beckoning at them from the right.

The limousine turned left.

xxx

Borgov smiled as he watched the limousine disappear around the corner.

That had been the toughest, but also most enjoyable, chess match of his life. If he has to lose to anyone, he was glad it was to Elizabeth Harmon.

Truly, Borgov had not known what his comrades had been planning. If they had asked him, he would have rejected the motion. No one deserved to be treated like that, and Borgov always wished to compete on a level playing field.

Not that he was complaining. Beth Harmon's beauty was well known, but it was something else entirely seeing her birthday suit.

He held the image of her small, pale breasts, her smooth stomach, her gentle feet and her bare pussy in his mind. It had been impossible for him not to look as he had offered her assistance.

Beth was departing thinking he was the model gentleman who had averted his gaze from a beautiful naked woman.

She had no idea that he had only needed a quick glance to permanently cement the image of her naked body in his memory.

As he headed home, Borgov was also secretly glad that Beth was embarrassed by her nudity. She was too cute to be brave enough to willingly bare her breasts.