Hand to Hand

Alexa removed the armour from one of her legs while the announcer spoke. Gerwald was now wearing his leather trousers and leg armour, Alexa her skirt, one set of silver plates on her left leg, and her bra top.

‘The next round, hand to hand wrestling!’ The announcement drew renewed cheers from the crowd. Surely Alexa didn’t stand a chance wrestling, thought Emily? Gerwald could probably pick her up in one hand.

Emily found herself half-wishing she were out there fighting her champion as the two grappled. Within seconds he had pinned Alexa to the ground and removed her skirt of metal strips to reveal her skimpy black panties. Her bum flexed as she leapt on him but he deftly flipped her over, holding her by the waist with her legs either side of his head. He pulled her left leg armour off, along with the boot. However, while he did this she unclipped both sets of his leg padding and dropped them to the floor. He dropped her onto the grass in surprise as he realised her hands were trying to grasp the waistband of his trousers, then the two fighters faced off once more.

He lunged for her top but she dodged and ran around him – she actually seemed to be faring better now than with the swords, her size and speed a definite advantage. She leapt onto his back, arms around his thick neck, but this position did not give her access to his remaining clothes. He spun around trying to dislodge her, and he appeared to be tiring. As he slowed she dropped to the grass behind him and ducked between his legs. Confused, Gerwald did not seem to know where she was, but he reached down just as she emerged from under him, and the speed of her movement and the strength of his hand tore her bra top right off. She stood, shocked, and held her arms over her small breasts as the crowd erupted. She was now wearing just her panties and one boot.

Both champions were tired now, panting heavily, glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun. Emily realised she was completely enraptured by this contest, and in spite of herself enjoying watching the two participants stripping each other. At least it’s not me out there for a change, she thought.

Alexa lowered her arms, preparing to attack and revealed her pert breasts to the crowd. She ran to Gerwald’s left side, trying to grab his waistband on the way past, but he caught her arm and swung her around. She landed on her back then Gerwald spun around, grabbing both of her ankles, then kneeled down across her chest pinning both her arms under his shins. Suddenly Alexa was completely immobilised, her bottom in the air with her legs held straight against his shoulder. He tucked one of her ankles under each of his arms so her legs were spread either side of his broad chest. Emily bit her bottom lip, imagining herself in Alexa’s place.

The spectators had begun a chorus of ‘Off, off, off,’ and Gerwald slowly peeled Alexa’s panties toward him, revealing her buttocks. He placed one of his big, strong hands between her legs, covering her asshole and pussy before sliding her knickers to her thighs. His hand was the only thing preserving the knight’s modesty now, and the crowd were noisily demanding their reward. Emily could not tell whether his hand was touching Alexa or just shielding her from view. She hoped his hand was pressed against her and she was enjoying the ripples of pleasure this must be sending through her body.

Suddenly he whipped his hand away, and used both hands to tear Alexa’s panties away from her thighs. The shock make her jiggle her bottom and even from across the arena Emily heard her squeal. Gerwald stood and stepped away from the naked girl, her legs dropped to the floor but she was too shocked and overwhelmed to cover herself. She lay in the grass, legs and arms spread, her pussy presented to the baying crowd, until Gerwald offered his big, strong hand to help her stand.