The rough treatment seemed to enrage Uta. Her desire for revenge must have given her superhuman strength, for she suddenly slipped out from under the draping form of the heavier girl. Leia spilled down onto the pillows, falling flat on her belly. Moving with frantic speed, the wiry girl flipped her opponent over and sat on her, straddling her hips, planting her bare bottom firmly on Leia’s twisting loins. While Leia bucked desperately, Uta took aim and swatted the heaving mounds of Leia’s tits, giving Uta’s breasts three or four vicious slaps. Leia was screaming and tossing her head from side to side as Uta slapped her repeatedly. Then Uta fell forward, covering Leia’s nude form with her own well-oiled body and pinning her dazed opponent to the mat. She threw back her head and shouted out a triumphant count of three.
She had won a clear and convincing victory.
Chapter Four. A Reconciliation, Of Sorts
The two combatants untangled themselves slowly and struggled to their feet. They stood facing their master, panting heavily, their chests heaving. They collected themselves for a moment, bowed low, and then stood at attention, awaiting their master’s pleasure, recovering their breath slowly. Flushed and sweating profusely, rivulets of perspiration mingled with the oil in the glistening sheen that coated their exhausted bodies. Leia’s quivering bosom still bore the angry red imprints where she had been slapped, but all traces of anger seemed to have dissipated from both girls now that the contest was over.