Chapter Four
A Reconciliation, of Sorts
The two combatants untangled themselves slowly and managed to struggle to their feet. They turned to face their master, panting heavily, chests heaving. They stood collecting themselves for a moment, bowed deeply, and then straightened up to brace at attention, awaiting their master’s pleasure, while their undulating breasts evened out in slow recovery. The two combatants stood flushed and sweating profusely; rivulets of perspiration mingled with the scented oil to form a glistening sheen that coated their exhausted bodies. Leia’s quivering bosom still bore the angry red imprints where she had been slapped, but all other traces of anger seemed to have dissipated from both girls, now that the contest was over.
“Ah, yes, to the victor goes the spoil
