LADIES' LODGE: A STORY OF SEVERAL NUDE LADIES

[Harry]

Jim's friend Bernard James was waiting by the gate of his cottage as the trio approached, relieved that the coast was clear of nosy neighbours. He smiled pleasantly at them as they all filed into the garden.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" asked Jessica.

The man looked slightly embarrassed. He had recognised Gwen and Jessica when they were a long way off and had he known these were the eccentric friends Jim had spoken of he would have made his excuses rather than get involved.

"I remember perfectly where I saw this gentleman! He was in the audience at that illegal prize-fight where we did so well - especially you, Jessie!"

Jessica looked again and recollected that he had been standing near the back of the crowd and had looked very happy to see the two sacrificial victims led on to be slaughtered and rather less so when they did so well. Most of the crowd had been on their side from almost the start, but he and a few others had remained sour-faced as first Gwen and then Jessica had despatched the seven pugilists. She hoped he was not connected with that awful man who had put Harriet in a cage and left her hanging all night in the rain - not that such an experience would be so much of an ordeal to any of them after what they had since been through since.

"So you're a friend of my fiancee! I wonder if he knows about your tastes in entertainment?"

The man blushed and laughed and offered the girls a room in the house proper rather than over the garage, as an obvious way of bribing Gwendoline not to expose him to Jim. This seemed a fair arrangement and they all trooped up to the bathroom to freshen up after a hard day's walking. When they came down again, he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and asking what they would like to eat and explaining what a rotten cook he was.

This was the cue for Harriet to offer to put her culinary skills at his service, an offer which was eagerly accepted.

Over the meal the discussion soon centred on fighting and Jessica explained how she and Harry came to be so battered and bruised. Bernard James looked at Harriet and assured her she would improve dramatically if she kept up her training.

"You've got the build for it, my sweet. You really have. Really solid."

He then turned to the evening when Gwen and Jessica had performed as bare knuckle prize fighters.

"You could have taken out all seven on your own," he said to Gwendoline. "The first three were the only ones who were any good. The rest were a total pushover."

"I was out on my feet by the time I'd dealt with those three - no way could I have gone on any longer. I was just standing there waiting to be despatched when that guy chivalrously refused to fight me and they brought on Jessie instead."

The man shook his head and smiled.

"You underestimate yourself, my dear. You'd have pulled something out of the bag. They might have made a nasty mess of that lovely face, but you'd have won in the end. I was looking forward to seeing you do it, I really was."

Gwen was unconvinced. She remembered all too well just how terrible she had felt at the time. But this guy seemed so sure of himself. She determined that she would enter some such event again and see just how far she could go. The thought set her heart racing madly and she had butterflies in her stomach. Yes! She would test herself to destruction and see just how much value there was in this man's judgment.

"I doubt very much that you are right, but there's one way to find out and that is for me to go through it again on my own and see how I do. Would you arrange that, please? If not the same people then a comparable bunch in your estimation. About a month from now would do nicely. I've got this journey to finish and a couple of other things to do and then I have to spend time with Mummy and Daddy who must be missing me as much as I miss them."

"Don't be crazy, Gwen," cried Jessica. "I saw you that night and you were totally finished. A mere tap would have laid you out cold. For Heaven's sake don't even think about it."

Harriet looked at her friend closely.

"I think you should do it, Gwen. And I'm sure Mr James here is right. Can I come along and cheer you on?"

The fellow agreed to see what he could do. He stressed that this would be an illicit event and Gwen could find herself liable to prosecution, especially if she caused any serious injury to anybody, but she brushed this warning aside and it was settled. She felt tremendously excited to have this new challenge to face so soon after the current one and was quite beside herself - a wonderful heady mixture of fear and anticipation.

Jessica shook her head sadly but said no more. She prayed that her dearest friend would not come to serious harm - or worse.

Harriet was thrilled at the thought of seeing Gwendoline in action and absolutely certain that she would triumph. How could this girl ever fail at anything she set her hand to?

"Let me clear up, Mr James," said Harry after the meal, "and if you have any jobs about the house or garden, I'd love to do them. I adore lots of hard work."

"Call me Bernard, my dear. All this formality is getting to me! It's too dark now, but I have some bags of cement I'd like carried down to the bottom of the garden. They're pretty heavy, I warn you. And there's a lot of garden furniture I've been meaning to rearrange for ages but been too lazy to get round to. If you think you can manage it, I'd be grateful. You look pretty strong, I must say. Let's see."

And he felt her arms, legs and shoulders with the air of a man who has sized up a good few fighters in his time. He grunted appreciatively.

"Yes - that's real muscle you've got there. It doesn't usually show up so well on a woman because of the subcutaneous fat, but you could give many a man a run for his money. You're quite some chick!"

"Thanks, Bernard. Anything else?"

"Yes. I'd like you to sleep with me tonight. I admire strong women and I think I could assure you of an entertaining night."

"Sorry, old chap, but I have a boyfriend I utterly adore and he'll be waiting for me in a few days. Otherwise I'd have jumped at the idea, believe me."

This was true, for Harriet had immediately been attracted to this odd fellow with his blend of educated speech and physical ruggedness. He was so very obviously a man who had been around and taken a good few very hard knocks in his time and given out a great many more. Harriet knew that his naked body would bear all over it the scars of many a fierce fight and she longed to see and touch it. She was terribly tempted.

"Only for tonight, Bernard. Don't ever try to contact me again. You must promise first. And we have this rule about no bedclothes - prepare to shiver a bit."

"I promise, but you may change your mind. I think you'll find a real man far superior to a boy, however charming. Shall we make our excuses to the others and get on with it?"

Although appalled at the man's arrogance, she had no thought of turning back and with a few words of farewell to Gwen and Jessica she followed Bernard upstairs. He did not disappoint her and professed himself well satisfied with Harriet's abilities as a lover.

His body was indeed battered and scarred. Heaven only knew what fearsome fights with all manner of sharp weapons he must have been involved in. He was lean and muscular with not a dram of surplus fat. The sight of his flat muscular belly caused her to melt inwardly and go weak at the knees. He threw himself full length on the bed and she came and lay beside him running her hands over his scars.

"I bet there is a pretty amazing story behind every one of these lovely marks. Will you tell me about them all?"

"One night would be too short my darling, believe me. And you'd need a strong stomach to take some of my tales. Let's not turn off the light. I like to be able to see a girl when I fuck her. Gaze into the whites of her eyes and all that."

"Please don't be gentle with me Bernard."

"I won't."

November 17th

Gwendoline and Jessica awoke to find themselves alone together for the first time in weeks. They embraced tenderly and lay in each other arms appreciating the familiar scents of their bodies. Gwen was the first to make a move and after kissing her friend with something of their old passion she leapt up and made for the bathroom, where Jessica soon joined her.

They got under the shower together and continued to fondle each other.

"I wonder how Harry got on. Not my kind of guy," said Jessica.

"I think I know what she sees in him. I saw it myself. He's a man with quite a past and I'd guess not a very creditable past at that. I'd have been tempted if he'd picked on me, in fact I'm almost jealous he didn't. How does he come to be a friend of Jim, I wonder. He could eat my poor dear old Jim for breakfast. I bet he didn't fall asleep on the job last night. Lucky old Harry. He'd have kept her going all night long. There'll be rings under her eyes this morning!"

This last prediction proved to be wildly inaccurate as a radiant Harry accompanied Bernard down to breakfast. He had not dressed following Harry's insistence that he remain naked until they had all departed later in the day. She wanted to show him off to her two friends and they were suitably impressed.

"He's going to be my lover, girls. Isn't that marvellous? You should have heard the stories he told me about all the knife fights he's been in. Fists, knives, guns, knuckledusters - he's been gone over by them all and never lost or walked away from a fight in his life. I love him and poor old Bill is history."

Bernard smiled at this. He was clearly still taken with Harry, but Gwen could see he was a man who would never settle down and certainly not with a mere child, which was all any of the three were. She hoped Harry would have the sense to move on and not look back at him later in the day. The thought of that girl being hurt horrified her. She might have enjoyed watching her fighting Jessie and being pummelled by her, but that sort of injury healed quickly. Mental scars took much longer as she had found out herself.

Harriet was taken out to the garden to be shown the tasks she was to carry out and spent a lovely morning rearranging the heavy seats and stone tables and carrying all the cement down to the garden shed. She was perspiring all over in the unusually warm weather and covered with dust when she had finished. Bernard thanked her and took her upstairs for a final high speed bit of love-making and the three set out to stay with Jim's other friend.

"I wonder what he'll be like," said Gwendoline.

"Another school friend of Jim's. That's all Bernie would tell me," replied Harriet still with stars in her eyes. "I can't get over the night I've just had. Bill's going to seem a bit tame after him."

"A few hours ago Bill was history," reminded Jessica.

"A few hours ago Bernie hadn't given me the brush-off," laughed Harriet. "I'll always have a place in my heart for him, though. Maybe our paths will cross again."

* * *

November 17th - Continued

"Do I spot just a few bruises you didn't have yesterday, Harry?"

"Maybe, Gwen. He was pretty rough with me last night. I told him not to be gentle and he certainly wasn't, but I don't think he meant to go too far. He only gave me a couple of slaps - trouble is he slaps pretty hard. Doesn't know his own strength."

"He knows all right. He meant to hurt you! You make me feel so bloody envious. If only Jim would knock me around a bit! Not that I wouldn't hit him back - mind you! Such a namby-pamby perfect gentleman. He'll let me walk all over him when what I really need is a man who will keep me in order like Bernard would do to you and all the rest of the women he's had and is going to have. I'm sure there's no future for you and Bernard, but I hope I'm wrong, because life would never be dull for you with him, even if he is a reprehensible, very shady character."

The two were walking a little behind Jessica, who was chafing at the slow pace the others were making, because their feet had still not recovered fully from the gruelling races of a few days ago. Gwen paused, raised her leg and turned her foot over so she could see the sole. Harriet followed suit.

"What do you think, Gwen? Can't see any broken skin - just bruising."

"Same here. I suppose if we force ourselves to keep up with Jess and just put up with a bit of pain we'll work our way through it. Let's catch her up. Come on Harry! Let's run and never mind the pain!"

After a couple of hours Harry put her arm over Gwen's shoulder.

"I think I'm going the same way as you. Pain can give you such a hell of a boost somehow. At least you know you're alive if you're really hurting."

"I'm not sure if I ought to want to make any converts to my kinky ways! But it is great to have you on my side."

"Can I come and cheer you on when Bernie arranges that contest for you? He told me it would be no problem to fix it up and with the same guys. Then I could see him again."

"Be nice to see them again. And of course you can come along. You can take what's left of me home afterwards."

"Rubbish, Gwen. You'll demolish them all. Bernard thinks so and he's a good judge of these things - at least that what he claims."

"I rather think and fear that I've chosen a very uncomfortable way of proving him wrong! But we'll see - I can't wait to find out, either way. It's something I've got to know about myself. I just hope I don't lose my looks. I'm terribly vain and inordinately proud of them!"

Harry looked at Gwen's face and a stab of fear passed through her heart at the thought of any permanent damage to that perfect beauty. But she quickly reassured her.

"Don't worry, darling. Any way you'll always be the loveliest person I know - no matter what they do to you!"

It had started drizzling by the time they reached Jim's second friend's house and it was a wet and chilly few minutes as they hid and paused to work out how best to approach it as it was near several other dwellings. They had to work their way around to the rear and climb over the fence to avoid being seen. Gwen tapped on the back door and a small child opened the door. He turned round and shouted back into the house with all the embarrassing frankness of the very young,

"Mummy! It's Daddy's three shameless nude tarts! Shall I show them to the shed?"

There was movement inside the house and a good-looking and rather red-faced woman appeared and invited them to come inside. She apologised to them for her son's rudeness and assured them that the sentiments he had parroted were not hers but her husband's who had been unexpectedly called away that morning for a couple of days on business. They were very welcome to use the bathroom and get themselves cleaned up and join her for coffee and a chat whenever they were ready. She told them how marvellously pretty and extraordinarily healthy and weatherbeaten they all looked and could hardly take her eyes off Gwendoline, whose smooth golden-skinned and lustrously gleaming shoulders she put an arm around as she led them upstairs and showed them where everything was. The little boy was forced to apologise and the three laughingly forgave him, each in turn bestowing a kiss to the top of his head.

They all sat around in the kitchen and passed several hours away while they told Janet Meares all about their recent adventures. She listened wide-eyed and finally said she wished she could have done something as unusual and challenging when she was their age. The little boy, Arthur was put to bed at eight o'clock and the remaining four later sat down to a dinner that owed much to Harriet's genius.

"I don't really envy you over the next few days, girls. The weather is set to change and the winds are coming from the South West. Wet and windy is the forecast. I hope you feel up to it."

The three assured her that a bit of rain held absolutely no terrors for them. As long as it stayed well above freezing they had no fear of a night-long soaking.

After dinner Janet excused herself after showing her naked guests into the sitting room and left them. When she reappeared she was as naked as the others!

"Well girls, what's the verdict?"

She was an older woman - in her early thirties. But she had clearly looked after herself and her body was hard and taut like that of an athlete and despite the fact that her tan was fading, it was obvious she loved to sunbathe nude as there were no tan lines on her body. She had a belly which compared extremely favourably to those of Jess, Gwen and Harry and possessed a richly exuberant growth of fair pubic and under-arm hair of which she was clearly unashamed. She sat next to Gwen on the sofa and flung out her arms, casually easing one behind the eighteen year old in a gesture which was missed by the others but immediately appreciated by Gwendoline who felt her juices begin to run and her heart begin to pound.

"I'll make a mess on your furniture if you don't back off," she whispered very softly so the others would not hear. "Later - OK!"

Janet took the hint and made an excuse to go out of the room for something, When she came back, she sat across the room from Gwen who avoided eye contact for the rest of the evening - she knew what would happen otherwise. It was a Herculean effort to keep her body under control as it was. This woman was something else!

Janet assured the girls that there was no need for them to sleep in the garden shed, which was a nasty draughty place and not fit to house a dog. She led them upstairs and showed them their rooms. One room had a double bed and the other smaller room only a single camp bed. Harry told the other two to take the double and went along to her own little room.

She had hardly settled herself on to the bed when the door opened and Janet came in. She motioned Gwen to follow her and took her to her own bedroom.

"I suppose you gather we can't have any form of bodily covering on this jaunt of ours. Do you think you can survive a night without bedclothes?"

"What you and I are going to do will have us both sweating like pigs after five minutes - maybe sooner. And you know that as well as I! Like my stomach, Gwen? Hard isn't it? Give it a really good punch - go on."

Gwen complied and the lady didn't flinch. She looked excitedly at Gwen.

"How tough is yours, darling? Care to find out?"

"Yes. OH, Yes. Please!"

Janet thereupon drove her fist hard into Gwen's belly and the youngster felt as if every last ounce of breath had been driven from her lungs, but she still managed to keep upright and moved not a muscle.

"That hurt you my darling?"

"Didn't feel a thing."

"Bloody liar - let's exchange a few more and see how long you can take it for!"

By the time Janet and Gwen had traded a few dozen more heavy punches Gwendoline was still standing, both women were covered in sweat and their bellies were scarlet red. They collapsed onto the bed together, wrapped in each others arms and whispered endearments one to another between kisses.

"You're a hard bitch for a mere child," murmured Janet at one point.

"Nicest thing anyone's said to me in ages," breathed Gwen before transferring her attention to Janet's nether regions, sinking her tongue deep into that lovely pussy and writhing delightedly as Janet did the same to her.

When they resumed their original position, Gwen turned to face her new lover and her lips brushed lightly against Janet's. She murmured into the other's mouth. "Last night it was Harriet who had a rough time and now it's my lovely turn."

"Oh! Old Bernard - a fit companion for that filthy ignorant pig of a husband of mine. What your Jim sees in either of them I can't imagine."

With a terrible shock, Gwen realised that this woman could cause her a lot of trouble if she breathed a word of this to her future husband. What a fool not to think of that before. How could she have been so stupid?

As if reading her thoughts, Janet kissed her and smiled.

"Don't worry my pet! Let this night be our lovely little secret. My husband would cripple me if he knew about this, and I mean cripple me. I just hope Arthur doesn't say anything - but he's a good little boy and loves his mother! Even if he does I don't care - I haven't had love with a woman in years until today. This has been worth everything he does to me."

November 18th

"What ever have you two been doing to each other, Gwendoline, using each other for punch bag training? We could hear you thumping each other through the wall, it was so loud, and that stomach looks as bad as your arse. You get worse and worse."

"As long they both of them got a kick out of it, what the hell, Jessie. Gwen's a big strong girl and anyway she could do with a bit of hardening up down there in advance of her next fight."

"You two are both as bad as the other. It's fun being with you though, even if my Gwen is changing and I'm not."

The three had left Janet's house at noon. Arthur had been packed off to his play group and Janet and Gwen had then spent a few more hours together. Jessie and Harry had consoled themselves for the temporary loss of their leader's affections to another by lovingly exploring each other's bodies until it was time to go.

The drizzle had persisted throughout the night and the ground was slippery and wet. It was not easy for their bare feet to keep from slipping. Jessica's dark body hair was soaked by the water and gathered into tufts of darkness on her legs and thighs. All three looked rainswept and saturated. Visibility was down to a few hundred yards and the gloom seeped into the spirits of all of them.

Gwen looked forward to seeing Jim again. Harry wasn't quite sure whom she looked forward to seeing and Jessica dreamt of a nice comfortable middle class life with Andy.

* * *

November 18th continued

Jim was relieved to be re-united with his darling Gwendoline and she sank blissfully into his arms, thinking how much variety she was getting nowadays and how he was absolutely the very nicest of all her lovers, followed by Harry and then Jessica, with Janet in a special kinky category of her own. She felt she had not seen or felt the last of Janet and her rock hard tummy and pounding fists; she dearly hoped not.

They all got into the back of Jim's car to eat their meal and he drove away as soon as they had finished, wishing them well for the night.

They looked around for some shelter in those wild uplands and found a few bushes under which there was a little shelter from the wind but absolutely none from the rain which poured over them all night, despite which they slept reasonably soundly.

November 19th

Gwendoline woke to find the rain coming down in sheets and her hair plastered to her head and back. She was shivering and realised they had to get some blood flowing or they would all be done for. Rousing the others she insisted they move on and do so at a run, despite the fact that it was still not quite light. A few minutes of this restored some life, but it was obvious they must get out of this terrible downpour which was becoming colder all the time.

"The wind's changed overnight," said Gwendoline. "It's coming from the North and that could mean this will likely turn to snow. What I feared all along. Damn! If only it could have held for a few more days."

"We're better now we've warmed ourselves up a bit, Gwen," said Harry.

"That's right," said Jessie. "We've a few hours before it gets really desperate. Surely we'll find something in that time."

"Jim will be looking out for us along the day's route and he'll take us home with him if the worst comes to the worst, but that would be end of our dream. Just be quiet for a few minutes and give me a chance to think. Both of you stand close and keep ourselves warm."

Gendoline stood, her eyes closed in concentration for a while and then her face brightened.

"There's a farm marked on the map about four miles from here to the north-west. If we can find an outbuilding to shelter in we would have a respite for today at least. Let's make a move."

"You mean you remember that much detail, Gwen?" asked an admiring Harriet.

"Sometimes I can visualise something I've seen even without having tried to memorize it. It's been useful to me a lot before now. Let's hope I didn't get it wrong this time."

Gwendoline's photographic memory had not failed her and a bedraggled trio finally pushed their way through the broken hinged door of a decaying old barn.

"I wonder if lighting that oil heater would count as theft," asked Harriet. "If I light it I can take the blame and you two won't have to worry."

"What fucking oil heater?" asked a shivering Jessica.

"The one on the shelf," said Gwen. "Trouble is what do we use to light it?"

No way was found to get around this and they huddled together and gradually thawed themselves out. Once they were all dry their spirits began to lift and Gwen went to look out of the door.

"It's still absolutely pissing down out there. We could be here all day and night. Pity we don't have a pack of cards or something."

"We've got each other, Gwen," said Harry and Jessie in unison.

"I suppose you think we're not kinky enough for you after Janet - well try this for size," and Harriet aimed hay-maker of a kick right into Gwen's already sore stomach and doubled her up in pain and laughter. She straightened up and rubbed herself ruefully.

"Not bad, Harry old thing. Not bad at all. Let's continue your training and my practice now we've a bit of spare time. You and Jessie against me. Or are you both chicken?"

"Two of us afraid of you? Of all the bloody impertinence!" laughed Jessica, "Let's murder her Harry!"

Jessie had to admit as the practice session progressed and increasingly turned into a deadly serious fight with Gwen dancing around both other girls, aiming lightning like blows at both in turn and keeping herself well out of danger, that maybe her friend might not fare too badly in her forthcoming challenge. She seemed a different girl altogether to the one she had unwillingly fought in order to please Harriet all those long days ago.

"You two are so bloody slow," she said after half an hour. "And so very out of condition. Gasping away like a couple of grampuses. Time you both went beddie-byes."

With this she aimed a flurry of punches and kicks at both, which sent them sprawling to the straw covered floor.

She stood over their prone bodies and tried to work out which one to place her foot on in triumph. They were too far apart for her to be able to stand on both. Next time she must drop them a little more skilfully! She decided on Harry and placed her pretty tanned right foot on the redhead's gently rising and falling stomach and raised her arms high over her head in a lonely gesture of triumph.

She was startled to hear several people applaud and shout their approval and whirled round in horror to see a group of men who had just come in out of the rain.

Harriet was the first to come round and she crawled painfully over to Jessie and bent over her. The other girl groaned and began to sit up. Both of them felt like death and were not at all amused at their friend for doing this to them. Not only this, but they were ashamed and Jessie was also amazed to think how much Gwen's inferior they each of them were. She had despatched both of them with such contemptuous ease. They looked around to congratulate her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"What can that crazy bitch be playing at now?" said Jessica. "She surely can't have gone back out into that storm on her own."

"Well, she sure as hell is nowhere around here, my old darling," replied Harry, rubbing her jaw and trying to shake the wooziness out of her still singing head.

[Harry]

PART TEN
Gwendoline had remembered to contact Jim and John had warmly and hospitably agreed to his joining the party and staying overnight if he wanted. Gwen's future husband looked a little nonplussed to see his fiancee's nakedness on display to so many others, but Gwendoline's partly alcohol induced good humour and palpable delight to be with him again were enough to reconcile him to having her charms on view to so many other obviously very envious men. He took her hand and guided her on to the dance floor.

"I'm a rotten dancer, my darling. If I avoid stepping on those lovely feet of yours, it will be a minor miracle!"

"Never mind the things you aren't good at, there's one thing you are very good at, Jim, my old sport. In fact you are better at it than anyone else in the world.November 19th - Continued

As Jessica and Harriet gradually recovered their senses after the brutal knockout Gwendoline had recently inflicted on them, they became more and more concerned about their greatly beloved, if unpredictable friend.

"We'll have to go outside and look for her, Harriet. Something happened to her while we were out cold. I feel scared. I'd really like to get back at her for what she did to us, but she's my friend and yours."

"She beat us fair and square, Jessica. I sure was trying to do the same to her. She was making a fool of me and I was getting extremely hot under the collar about it. What about you?"

"She'd got me so raging mad with the way she was running rings around us both, I'd have dearly liked to teach her a lesson myself and wipe that infuriating smile off her face. You're right - she beat us fair and square and now let's go and find her"

Emerging into the rain, they heard the sounds of laughter and music coming from the farmhouse and made their way cautiously in the rain towards it. Harriet looked through a window and froze in amazement.

"Come and look at this, Jessica. I think we should go and join the party!"

Jessica took her friend's place at the window and saw Gwendoline in the arms of a young man dancing together with a few other couples. Everybody else was dressed, but Gwen seemed quite unfazed by this and was clearly hugely enjoying the way the man expertly guided her around the floor. A few other men sat around watching. There seemed to be something of an imbalance of the sexes and the men rather outnumbered the women. It occurred to the watching pair that they could redress the balance somewhat!

Somewhat uncertainly they made their way into the house through the unlocked front door. The music had stopped and Gwen smiled as she saw her two dripping wet companions walk into the room. She seemed slightly unsteady on her feet and rather red in the face and greeted them cheerfully.

"Look everyone! The two Sleeping Beauties! My good but bloody hopeless and lately recumbent friends. Come and have a drink, girls it's all free and it's all good and it's all bloody strong! Plenty of nice things to eat. Lots of gorgeous handsome men! Come in and have a ball!"

They did as they were bid and one of the men came up and greeted them.

"I'm John Armsley and this is my place. Bit of a housewarming party. I bought the farmhouse recently. The house and buildings, that is, but not the farm. We'd just arrived and were taking a look around when we saw that wonderful exhibition of unarmed combat your friend put on. She's one amazing woman - though I should watch what I say in front of the wife! Glad you are well enough recovered to join us. I was just going to come over and check on you!"

"Show them the photos, Johnny," giggled Gwendoline as she came over to join them.

"You want to rub it in, Eh? Cruel little minx! Hang on, I'll get them."

John scurried off and came back a minute later with some Polaroid prints of the aftermath of the recent fight. One showed Gwen with a foot resting on Harry's stomach, her arms raised in triumph, and another showed her in a similar victory pose over Jessica. Others showed her with her arms around various members of the party, still one foot on one or other of her fallen friend's stomachs. Harry and Jessie were very much not amused to think that they had further been humiliated and in such a public way and declined their host's offer of souvenir copies. Gwen said she would have them all framed and display them on her sitting room wall in her father's Hampshire mansion. The others knew she was not joking and to make the best of a bad job and not show themselves to be bad losers they reluctantly agreed to accept the offered copies after all.

"After all we were beaten by a truly lovely and exceptional person," said Harriet and Jessica agreed, although not too enthusiastically. She was still feeling very sore in more ways than one.

"What might that be, Gwen, my angel?"

"Being the man I love. The competition is nowhere!"

"Darling Gwen!"

She forebore to mention that he would very likely and from time to time, have to share her body with the women she loved, especially hard-as-nails Janet who turned her weak at the knees evey time she thought about her. That might have cast a shadow over his joy!

"Do you realise we have only three complete days before this is over for the three of us?" Gwendoline breathed into her lover's ear as they gently swayed back and forth, scarcely moving.

"We can get married next week, if you like."

"Don't be so fucking ridiculous, Jim! It'll take months to arrange. I'm not denying Mummy and Daddy the grand wedding they have been dreaming of for me since the day I was born! You'll just have to screw me illicitly for a while yet. As long as you keep shagging the arse off me regularly - that's all that matters."

For the hundredth time Jim silently regretted that such a sweet girl had such a foul mouth at times, but held his peace and surrendered himself to the joy of being with her - knowing he was envied by every other man in the room.

The other two quickly found themselves plenty of eager partners to be whirled around the floor by, and soon forgot their painful humiliation at Gwen's expert hands. They managed to get a few minutes together in between dances and the eager and not in any way unwelcome male attentions to have a few words.

"I'll miss this mad life when it's all over," said Harry as she wiped a few beads of sweat off her brow. "One minute we're frozen and wet through and lost in the wilds and the next we're enjoying this fantastic, fabulous beano."

"After being knocked unconscious by our so-called best friend. Don't forget that, Harry. I can still feel it where she hit me! And we used to hate fighting each other. You started it, you artful bitch! Tricking us into fighting each other that time."

"I think she was testing herself before the ordeal she let herself in for, Jessie. What do you make of her chances against the same seven as last time? After all, you were there."

"I'd have said not much if you had asked me yesterday, but now - I think she might just make it. But it will be very, very close indeed - touch and go - and one of us MUST be there to look after her when it's all over. She'll be in a pretty bad way however it ends up. I guess that'll be your job, Harry!"

"I've already offered my services. That way, I'll get to see Bernard again. Maybe he'll change his mind about dropping me. I certainly hope so!"

Later on in the evening Harry was resting comfortably across a young man's knee and leaning her head onto his chest.

"The hostess must be very broad-minded to let three naked girls gate-crash this party," she enunciated, speaking with great care after all she had had to drink. "I know old John is tickled pink. But I'm a bit surprised she puts up with it!"

"Oh! She won't care. Not as long as her hubby keeps in line! She's a great girl. Used to be a belly dancer in her youth. What do you say to trying to find a spare room somewhere to go and have a lovely bit of fun together?"

"Only if you promise to come back down in the nude yourself after our bit of fun and dance with me like that for the rest of the night."

"You've just got yourself a deal!"

Jessica observed Harry's wantonly shameless behaviour and felt more jealous than disgusted. She could not betray Andy. If only he could be here!

"Hi. Sweetheart!"

She whirled around and there WAS Andy!

"Gwen phoned me hours ago, but I was out of the office. I got up here as soon as I could. Meant a helicopter, but no expense is too great where you're concerned. Fancy the next dance?"

November 20th - Early and very hungover

"Hi Gorgeous!"

Jim opened his eyes as Gwendoline smiled lovingly down at him. He groaned.

"Just let me die quietly my love!"

"A grown mature man and you can't take a few drinks. How fucking pathetic. Get your fat arse out of that bed and pull yourself together, man! I feel like an early morning run and YOU are going to come with me."

It was still raining as hard as ever and getting colder. Jim wondered why he let Gwen put him through all this misery. Then he saw that magnificent body in front of him running through the storm with the water running all down her and plastering her golden hair to her back and he knew that he would willingly follow her to the ends of the earth and go through any hardship just to keep her love and respect.

"Who the fuck are you? Don't answer that. You're lovely, that's all that matters!" said Harry to the young man who had sacrificed his clothing to get her to be taken upstairs to make love and remain with him for the rest of the night.

"I've been to a good few parties in my short, dissolute and very merry life, but that one was magnifique! Thanks to you, you prince among men - whoever you are. Fancy another fuck? Thought not. Men just don't seem to have what it takes anymore!"

Peter, the man thus traduced, looked up at Harriet and made a great decision. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to crawl away somewhere and die a lonely, miserable and dishonourable death, he summoned up the will to give Harry what she had just asked for, after which massive effort he fell back and sank into a deep sleep from which even the lusty and voracious redhead's earnest efforts could not arouse him.

She left him to continue his recovery and went in search of her friends, joining Gwen in her jogging through the rain, so enabling a relieved Jim to come in out of the cold.

Jessica and Andy were probably the only pair who were both unaffected by the excesses of the previous night. They had had a few dances and then retired to the room which their generous host had allocated them and slept peacefully together all night. He had made no attempt to penetrate her and she was happy to wait for the proper time. Meanwhile it was wonderful just to feel him next to her.

Gwen and Harry stopped running - it was still not really light enough to see properly - and stood together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other and let the freezing cold rain cascade down their entwined bodies.

"Sorry about yesterday - I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I just got carried away."

"Forget it, Gwen. I think I learned quite a bit from it. Maybe I'll see you get the same treatment in a few weeks, although I hope not and very much doubt it! I woke up first you know. Jessie was out for a couple of minutes longer than me."

"You're really strong, Harry and getting stronger all the time. It's been wonderful seeing you come on so these last weeks! I hope you get that labouring work for a while, before you go up to College. You won't be able to work in the nude, though. They'll make you wear a hard hat and protective footwear and clothing - yuck!"

"Do you want to go inside, Gwen? It's really cold out here. I think it's turning to sleet already; mind you, I can take this for ages longer, if you can."

"Fancy another fight, Harry to keep us warm? I won't knock you out this time or hurt that nice face - just a bit of fun?"

And so the two stayed out in the wet and cold and Gwen proceeded to give Harry yet another but rather less bruising lesson as the rain turned to sleet and the sleet turned to snow. Whether it was a hard kick from Gwen or the increasingly slippery surface, Harry ended up on her back and Gwen stood over her and placed her foot on her stomach once again.

"Give up Harry?"

"NO! Let me up and I'll do the same to you in a minute."

Gwen helped her friend to her feet and they resumed their contest as the snow settled on their bodies, melting and trickling down them in rivulets.

The gradually awakening party-goers one by one came downstairs and looked out at the winter wonderland scene in the farmyard and the incredible sight of these two naked young beauties, one blonde and one redhead, but both white headed with the heavily falling snow, staging a vigorous exhibition of kick-boxing outside in the bitter cold. One by one they emerged into the yard and by the time the two combatants had decided to call it a day and get back inside, they found themselves surrounded by an applauding throng of onlookers who enthusiastically clapped both girls on their cold and exertion-reddened shoulders as arm in arm, and smiling affectionately and happily at each other, they made their way in to breakfast.

* * *

20th November - Continued

John Armsworth, or more correctly his ex-belly dancer wife, provided all his guests with a magnificent fried breakfast (which a stern Gwendoline icily forbade Jim to enjoy) and those whose stomachs were not too devastated by the alcoholic excesses of the previous day made a hearty meal of it.

"That was a pretty good show you two put up out there! I'm amazed you could keep going for so long in this awful weather," said Peter, Harry's lover of the previous day - deathly pale still and nibbling gingerly at a piece of dried toast.

"We broke off because we were hungry," said Gwendoline.

"And we were afraid you would all catch cold standing around like that," said Harriet. "Actually we'd hardly got started and we'll be back out there as soon as we've eaten and had a bit of a rest to let the meal go down. Isn't that right Gwen?"

As far as Gwen was concerned, it was anything but right! She had been looking forward to a few hours with Jim, but she was not one to pass up on a challenge and nodded vigorous agreement.

"As soon as you're ready Harriet my love. As soon as you're ready! Jessica can fight the winner afterwards - unless she had enough yesterday and she can come out and referee us two! Don't worry, Jess it's only a fun thing this time. I'll hold back - just a bit of fun and exercise."

The guests could hardly believe their good fortune in being promised yet more nude entertainment from these amazing young women who had appeared out of nowhere and even their women - folk could not suppress a feeling of excitement, despite themselves.

If only Janet were here to watch me, thought Gwendoline - she'd see she isn't the only iron woman in the world! This thought banished all idea of a morning in Jim's arms and she went out to use the telephone!

"Gwen, my angel! How lovely to hear from you so soon! How thrilling! I'd love to! OK. I'll get someone to sit with Arthur. I'll be about thirty minutes. Try and get rid of that sweet boring worthy old Jim! I've a few ideas as to how I might congratulate the victrix and bathe her honourable wounds with passionate wet kisses!! You'll just love what I've got lined up for you!"

Gwendoline was able to persuade Jim that his services would not be needed for a few days and he left, driving very carefully and promised to meet his love again as arranged.

Harriet came down after administering further therapy to Peter - which had caused him to relapse - and announced she was ready to resume.

"Hang on a half a mo Harry. I'm expecting another spectator to turn up - old Janet! Sorry old thing, but I'm not playing around in front of her. It's for real again - you've been warned!"

A battle scarred and battle weary Gwendoline half staggered into the room she had recently shared with Jim and flopped down on the bed. Janet knelt beside her and kissed every one of her many bruises and then went over to the wash basin, soaked a rag in water and came back to wash away some of the blood.

"Congratulations my darling girl. I thought it was all up with you for a while, but you don't give up do you? You've the heart of a lioness!"

"If you hadn't been there I would have folded under that woman's onslaught! She was plenty mad at me and I can't say I blame her. After all said and done, I had been making eyes at her husband and he certainly fancies me! After that he can have me if he likes and it won't be my fault if he doesn't, I can tell you! That'll teach her!"

She sat up and walked over to the mirror to inspect the damage. She pronounced a relieved verdict.

"Amazingly it doesn't look too bad. Mainly my nose that bled and it's not broken, for a wonder! The rest is just a cut lip. That's nothing. I feel ready for another few rounds with her - as soon as she comes to!"

She came back to the bed and the two lay side by side for a few minutes. Finally Janet spoke, her eyes gleaming.

"How's your stomach, Gwendoline! Ready for a little stimulation?"

"I was afraid you'd never ask, Janet!"

As the two laughingly faced off against each other and exchanged a few more testing blows to each others abdominal muscles, Gwen relived the unexpectedly brutal encounter she had just experienced.

Harriet and Gwendoline had gone out again into the still swirling snowfall and squared up against each other. Jessica had stood between them as referee and given the order to start. She was able to keep warm by dancing about as the fight progressed in order to keep her eye on the action.

Harriet was no trouble and wisely retired quite early on to avoid any more injury after yesterday. She had only left a few red drops in the virgin white snow, to Gwen's relief - she was very fond of good old Harry, but she had not been joking when she said she could not play around with Janet as a witness.

Jessica had put up a stiffer resistance when her turn came to face Gwendoline and only her stubborn pride made it impossible to for her to give in and admit defeat. She had ended up on the ground once again and been carried indoors. Thank Heaven Andy had left very early on or he would never have spoken to Gwen again as long as he lived or allowed Jessica to have any more to do with her!

Gwendoline was preparing to come inside and see if her friend was alright when the knot of onlookers parted and another naked lady advanced towards Gwen with a venomous scowl on her handsome, Middle-Eastern face.

"Let's see how you do against me you filthy little slut!"

It was the host's wife - the ex-belly dancer. Gwen did not have too much time to size up this very formidable and well-muscled lady before a mighty kick put her on her back in the snow, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Five times she sprang to her feet only to be put down again and she was beginning to become reconciled to the notion of defeat, when she saw Janet's contemptuous sneer and disappointed look. This was enough to fire her up again and she avoided a sixth knock-down, absorbing many more blows before the onslaught began to slacken. Gradually Gwendoline fought her way back from the abyss of defeat and slowly wore down her older opponent, finally finishing her off with a stunning kick to her jaw delivered with her lovely young feminine heel as she wheeled round on one perfectly formed, suntanned/weatherbeaten leg.

Mr Armsworth personally escorted Gwen back into the house and his ill-tempered wife was left on the ground to make her own way back when she was able. There was none of the cheering which had greeted her two earlier victories. People must have felt that an embarrassing family situation had arisen!

"Sorry about that my dear. I frankly didn't know which side I was on during that - my wife's in retrospect - I think! I knew she was a tough bird old Annie, but I didn't know she was that hard! We'll sort it out between us and now you'd better go on upstairs and clean yourself up. You look a bit of a mess!"

Tiring of belabouring each other's hardened bellies the two lovers abandoned themselves to yet another frenzied exploration of their respective pudenda, their eager tongues thrusting and licking busily away until a knock was heard on the door. Jessica came in without bothering to wait for a reply and was shocked to see the couple brazenly continuing their activities as if they were still alone and undisturbed. Finally Gwendoline removed her face from Janet's hairy and juicy pussy and looked up at her friend

"Hi Jess. How's the head?"

"OK, thanks - you voracious cow! Has it ever occurred to you that there might be something to be said for fidelity and settling down with one man? The next jealous wife might not be so easy to deal with. I saw almost all of it - I was only a little dazed, you'll doubtless be overjoyed to hear, and I almost wished she'd win and take you down a peg or two. Of course you won - you always bloody win!"

Gwen raised herself and came over to Jessica.

"Piss off sweetheart. We're very busy. Close the door behind you on the way out. Sorry - I thought I'd hit you harder than that! I'll make sure I do next time."

"Don't you think that was a bit uncalled for Gwendoline?" said Janet. "I think that naughty bottom of yours needs a bit more reddening. Call your friend back, NOW!! I want her to watch what happens to rude, naughty, spoilt little madams."

While Gwen was obediently calling Jessie back Janet removed the studded leather belt from her slacks and swished it around in anticipation. She was going to enjoy this and so was Gwen!

Jessica went white when she saw what was about to take place and put herself between the other two.

"You leave her alone! I'll not see her hurt there again; you don't know what you're doing. Just clear off and leave my darling friend alone for ever or I'll make damned sure you regret it!"

Gwen looked as if she were about to cry at any second and Janet got dressed and left without a word.

The two remaining girls sat and held hands in silence for a while and Harriet came in and joined them. Finally Harry spoke. "Janet was in tears when she left you. You'd better make up your mind about her, Gwen. There could still be time to catch her if you hurry."

Gwen leapt to her feet and rushed downstairs and out into the farm yard. Janet's car was moving slowly away, but very slowly in the treacherous conditions. Gwen ran after her slipping and sliding on her frozen bare feet as she gradually drew level, finally overtook and ran in front of the windscreen, signalling Janet to stop. She opened a door and smiled at Gwen through the tears which still streamed down her face.

Gwen recovered her breath and bade Janet to get out.

"Let's make passionate, mad, wonderful love in the snow, my darling. Get undressed and come and love me like I've never been loved before and then use that lovely belt on me!"

An hour later Gwen rejoined Jessica and Harriet who had not moved from the room since she had so quickly left.

"Don't tell me you've been out there all this time, Gwen!" said Harriet in amazement.

"Most of the time. We made love naked in the snow and afterwards she gave me a real hiding for being rude to Jessie. Look - isn't it lovely? She's so strong, that amazing, gorgeous woman!"

Gwen used the large wall mirror and a hand mirror together to admire her recently re-chastised buttocks. She was glowing all over, her eyes were bright and her face shone with happiness.

"Hasn't it been a lovely day so far? And it's not half over yet!"

Jessica and Harry exchanged glances and shook their heads sadly and hopelessly. This girl was rapidly going off the rails and they abandoned all hope of ever stopping her headlong rush into insanity. But they loved her more than ever and looked forward to following her through the remaining all too short days of their journey.

* * *

Harriet and Jessica, with their largely fading bruises and Gwendoline proudly bearing her extensive and freshly acquired cuts and bruises to say nothing of her newly leathered arse (she particularly liked the marks left by the studs) as if they were prized and valued trophies, came downstairs after Gwen's return from her naked orgy in the snow and rejoined the party, many of whom were preparing to leave.

The ex belly-dancer was sitting dressed again and looking angry as ever in a corner. Mr Armsley came over to Gwen and took her to one side. He spoke to her for a minute and she smiled, embraced him and kissed him full on the mouth, running her fingers through his thick black hair - not withdrawing her tongue from his mouth for a very long time. She then looked over at her defeated opponent with a look of triumph. "I've taken your husband from you, you old cow - what are you going to do about it now?" was the message her eyes gave out to all and sundry.

She returned smilingly to her two astounded friends.

"Good news, girls. We've got somewhere to spend the next two nights. Your friend Peter will put us up for tonight, Harriet and the guy you saw me dancing with when you joined us yesterday will give us a bed tomorrow. That about wraps it up."

Mrs Armsley got to her feet and came over to them. She addressed Gwen. "I still say you are a dirty little slut, but you are a slut with great style, I'll grant you that. I know John, he won't leave me for you or anyone else. I should have had the sense to know that before going for you. You did well, young lady. I was and am the best, if you could beat me there are few people men or women you have to fear. But be careful - one day you may meet your match. In spite of everything I wouldn't like to watch that. Goodbye and good luck to the three of you."

She started to move away, but Gwen seized her arm and tearfully begged her forgiveness.

"I do things sometimes, I'm so ashamed of afterwards."

She stood upright, held her hands by her sides and invited the lady to knock her senseless because it was no more than she deserved.

"No, my dear. You've acquired enough injuries for one day. It would give me great pleasure - believe you me, but if I can't do it in a fair fight, then I don't want to do it at all. Goodbye again."

She walked away and Gwen continued to stand, clearly still awaiting the invited blow. Mrs Armsley looked around and came back.

"I''ve changed my mind. I'll take you up on your offer."

She stepped back and amidst complete silence, watched by the fascinated and horrified onlookers she drew back her fist and smashed it hard into Gwendoline's deliberately unprotected jaw. It was a hard blow which rang out around the room and the eighteen-year old who had never in her short life known defeat slumped to the ground. It was ten minutes before she came round and by that time she was in Peter's car with her friends and on her way to the next resting place.

Jessica was in the front seat, surprisingly enough and Gwendoline regained consciousness to find her head resting on Harry's breast.

"That was the bravest thing I've ever seen you do, Gwendoline. They all said how much they admired the way you just stood there and let her do that to you. No one would speak to her afterwards and her husband just turned his back on her."

"That's not the effect I intended," said Gwen. "I was ashamed of flirting with John and then humiliating her by kissing him in front of her. I deserved to be knocked out and I'm glad I was. It's a pity she didn't win the original fight and leave me lying out in the snow. She was in the right, after all said and done. I AM a dirty little slut."

Harry's tears dripped onto Gwen's battered face.

"Don't say such awful things. You're wild and wayward, but we all love you and everyone said how it had made their day when they first saw you in that barn. You're no slut, my darling Gwendoline - never in this world. You're my lovely wonderful friend and I love you more than anyone else in the world, even Peter here!"

They put a still very shaky Gwendoline to bed when they got to Peter's house and because she could not have bedclothes they made sure the room was as hot as a furnace. Harriet sat with her all day and into the evening to be ready to see to any of her needs and slept by her side until morning. Gwen awoke feeling much better and her splitting headache gone. Jessica amused a disappointed Peter by telling him all about their adventures so far and finally went to a room by herself to sleep.

November 21st

Jessie felt Gwen had finally got just what she deserved, even if it had taken a very brave and wholly voluntary act on her part. She relived in her mind's eye the moment when her increasingly imperious and arrogant friend had bitten the dust so spectacularly and relished the memory each time. That put Jessica in a minority of one. Even Mrs Armsworth came around the next day and apologised to Gwen and not only that, but she entirely withdrew her description of her as a slut.

"You are a lovely young woman and you will learn soon enough not to use that beauty as such a devastating weapon! After all, John is a handsome man and he did encourage you, my dear. I'm glad to see you better - like to return the compliment," and she stood in the same attitude as had Gwen, inviting a return knockout blow. A tearful Gwendoline responded by putting her arms around her and kissing her.

"I told you that you weren't a slut and you wouldn't believe me. Perhaps you'll believe her," said a relieved Harry, after the lady had left.

The penultimate full day of their journey passed quietly as the three battered young ladies recuperated and recovered from all their sexual and pugilistic exertions of the last few amazing days. Except for Harry who made up for lost time as far as her lost night with Peter was concerned. Finally evening came and Gwen's former dancing partner came and collected them. They had a hurried supper and went up to their shared double bed early. For once a bed was used by these versatile and insatiable ladies purely for sleeping in.

November 22nd

Roger was the name of their next host and he was truth to tell extremely embarrassed to find himself alone with these three charming, if battle hardened young women, even if he had offered to put them up. Being asked to guide the naked and dripping Gwen around the dance floor had been pretty awkward for him, but he feared the ridicule of his friends if he had declined her invitation to dance. He had been as shocked as anyone to see the golden haired goddess he had almost come to worship laid low so dramatically, but came to see that even that being so brutally felled by Mrs Armsworth had been a sort of triumph in its way and his regard for Gwen was only strengthened as a result.

As the day wore on, Jessica asked how far they were from their goal, now that there were less than eighteen hours to get there.

"About fifty miles, I should think said Gwendoline casually. I don't know exactly."

"FIFTY FUCKING BLOODY MILES?"

"Yes, Jessica, fifty miles," replied Gwen quietly. "I'll thank you to watch your mouth, Jessica, when you are talking to me. I am still in charge, remember. Trust me. We stay here until ten o'clock tonight and then we will have transport. We can sleep en route and stop at a lay by for an hour or two. I've had it all arranged for weeks. You surely didn't think I'd let you down, Jessie? I know how you have had this dream for eight years and I'll make sure you realise it tomorrow. Let's go upstairs and rest, shall we - just the two of us. I see Peter has driven over to see Harry! That'll keep them busy! As for poor old Roger, I fear it's all been a bit much for him!"

* * *

After reliving that wonderful love affair which at one stage had convinced them that they were destined to be with each other for life, Gwen and Jessica came downstairs, after having first prised a reluctant Harriet away from an equally reluctant Peter.

They waited expectantly as the hour of ten approached.

Dead on time, the bell rang. Roger opened the door and in trooped Jim, Bill and Andy. The three couples eagerly and passionately embraced. Only Jessie and Andy could hug each other with anything remotely approaching a clear conscience, but Gwen and Harry clung to their respective lovers with the same frantic enthusiasm as the other two.

"We've all brought our diverse forms of transport along," announced Andy. "I have a lorry, Bill has an antiquated and possibly none too reliable BMW and Jim has his latest pride and joy, a Bentley. Take your pick, ladies - the final stage of your gynaeco-masonic pilgrimage is about to commence!"

Gwendoline risked Jim's displeasure by bestowing a lingering and drippingly wet kiss upon Roger's hungry lips and the party prepared to embark on the final stage of their journey.

The three girls took their places beside their respective men and the convoy proceeded to a lay-by about twenty miles away from their goal. Everybody disembarked onto the frozen roadside and the three girls went into a shivering huddle. Finally Gwendoline, in one of her last acts as leader, approached the three men.

"Jessie wants to be with her darling Andy for this last night, but Harry and I want to be with each other. Sorry, chaps, but this has been a woman thing for us and we have grown to love each other, Harry and I. Please let us have this last precious time together my darling Jim and lovely old Bill!"

The two disappointed lovers agreed with as good a grace as they could muster.

Gwen and Harriet got into the rear seat of Bill's car. The two girls melted into each others bodies and giggled uncontrollably at Gwen's stupendous lie! As if there could ever be a last time for them to make love to each other!

Jessica and Andy got onto the front seat of his lorry and prepared for a night of chaste passion.

Jim and Bill made themselves as comfortable as possible on the front and back seats respectively of Jim's new Bentley.

Jessie and Andy had a chaste and happy night.

Bill and Jim had an uncomfortable night.

Harry and Gwen had the wildest night either could remember! Harry said afterwards that it had been atomic. Gwen corrected her and said that it had been nuclear. Both settled to agree on Gwen's version!

Gwen had agreed that Jim would put an alarm clock in the car. It rang at five in the morning and she reached out to silence it.

"You know, Harry? We haven't slept a wink all night. Fancy a bit more loving?"

"We've got to get to that house before it gets light, Gwen. Let's take a rain check!"

"What the fuck is a rain check?" asked a puzzled Gwen.

"I don't really know; it's just something author Harry put in for our American readers," replied Harriet.

"Daft cow! Prepare to get your tummy punched," replied Gwen.

* * *

November 23rd and after

As the last leg of their long journey commenced the three couples came together again after Gwendoline and Harry reluctantly brought their final night together on this epic to an end. The oddly assorted convoy drew up outside the address which had been their goal for so long and three naked girls walked up to the front door and Gwendoline rang the bell.

Mr Harold Fitzjames came to the door and invited the triumphant trio to come inside. The girls waved happily to their three boy-friends who waited for them, expecting them all to emerge fully dressed at any moment. They were nonplussed when a still naked, but smiling Gwendoline came out of the house and went up to Jim.

"Sorry, my darling, but the trip isn't quite over. Go and get a meal somewhere - I don't doubt Andy will know some transport cafe hereabouts - we'll be in touch."

She kissed him and went back inside. The three vehicles drove away and the street became deserted once again. Back inside, Harold explained that the three sets of clothing were some way off and a further journey would be necessary, for which he had arranged transport. Not long after a large limousine drove up and the four got into it, relieved that they had arrived so early. They were driven out into the country to a remote farmhouse and asked to disembark at the end of the long driveway. The snow still lay thick on the ground and the girl's bare feet were crying out with pain as they followed Harold up the path. Had they been alone they would have run to keep warm, but Mr Fitzjames seemed happy to make them suffer the cold for as long as possible. Thanks to all the hardships they had endured recently this final ordeal was bearable, if painful.

At the rear of the house was a large marquee into which the three were ushered and inside were tables laid out with food and drink. Also in the tent were all the other initiates, totally naked and shivering in the freezing temperatures. They applauded and cheered the successful three and crowded round them, kissing and hugging each in turn. They then all left and returned later, fully dressed and well wrapped up against the cold. One of the girls handed three bags one to each of the trio.

Jessica furiously got back into her clothes for the first time in 70 days and Harriet started to follow suit and then looked at Gwendoline, who was making no move to get dressed. Guessing what was in her friend's mind, Harry took off the panties she had just donned and put them back in the bag. Jessica looked at both of them in amazement.

"It's not time for me yet, Harry, but don't let that stop you getting dressed, if you'd like to," said Gwen, who then walked over to the food table and started helping herself to a sandwich and one or two other snacks which she heaped onto a plate.

"Come on everyone, start eating. Don't let it all go stale!"

And so forty-nine dressed ladies and two nude and seemingly impervious to the cold ladies started to eat the food and drink the wine that was soon flowing into fifty one glasses and down fifty one throats. The buzz of conversation grew until it was deafening as the excited girls all swapped their various reminiscences and congratulated Gwen, Jessie and Harry time and again on their wonderful feat.

Harold Fitzjames drew Gwen to one side after a while and spoke to her. "This place is hired for two more days after this. You can use the telephone to arrange transport back home and stay overnight if you need. I'll be off now, and I'll be sending a bill later. Congratulations and good luck to you all, especially the three of you. You are wonderful girls -really wonderful."

He then left waving a cheery farewell as he went.

The party had been going on for a couple of hours and the three leaders gathered together and conferred. The other two pushed Gwendoline forward and she climbed onto a table and raised her arms to silence the chatter. At the sight of her glowing, golden-skinned nudity and wonderful fair hair which hung down her back almost to her bottom, the hubbub died away and Gwendoline began to speak in a clear confident voice.

"Now that we have all successfully passed the initiation, the real business of getting ourselves organised and setting up Lodges and drawing up rules can begin. Boring stuff after all we've been through, I know, but life is ninety percent boredom so my darling Daddy tells me. I want you girls to nominate four of your number to confer with us three and present proposals to a grand Lodge meeting to be held on the first Saturday in March next year at a venue to be notified. And then I suggest we all begin to prepare to go home. I make a proposal of my own, which may not go down too well - I propose that all the meetings of the seven-strong steering group be held with all members naked as should the meeting in March when all of us should be unclothed as a sign of that equality among us all which should be the overriding theme of our movement - we must leave all distinctions of rank and social status at the door when we meet. Any objections?"

There was a huge cheer at this last suggestion and the proposal was carried by acclamation. Jessica looked none too pleased, but made no effort to persuade the gathering to change their minds.

Bill, Andy and Jim were phoned by their respective girls, but of the three only Andy was asked to collect his future bride. The other two were told that Harry and Gwen had unfinished business and would be in touch later.

Harry and Gwen, still naked and still showing no signs that they felt the cold East wind, kissed Jessica goodbye and found themselves alone except for the four committee members who left their details with Harry and hurried away themselves.

Alone at last the two made their way into the house and upstairs where they fell upon each other with shrieks of triumph and sank writhing and twisting on the bed as they made glorious love to each other.

They fell asleep in each others arms and when they awoke it was the next day. In their exhaustion they had been asleep for fourteen long beautiful hours.

Gwendoline went downstairs and ordered a hire car to be delivered to the front door as soon as possible and was waiting impatiently outside in the cold when it arrived. The man who delivered it could hardly believe he wasn't dreaming as his eyes beheld the tall, naked blonde standing in the snow and smiling at him.

"Can we drop you off on our way?" she asked.

He accepted her offer and she allowed him to sit next to her as she drove the three of them away. He got out at a bus stop and she and Harry drove straight down to the O'Toole house to see Mrs Travers and get Gwen's first little bit of 'other business' seen to.

Harriet stood by as Gwen after having chastised a grateful John O'Toole was tied up by Mrs T and soundly thrashed herself. Harry forced herself to watch, since Gwen had implored her to do so. It gave her nightmares for days afterwards. She could see Gwendoline's face reflected in the mirror. She saw at first nothing but pain and shock as the onslaught commenced and then a look of sheer ecstasy replaced the pain. After the ordeal had been going on for some time the pain returned to her face with a vengeance and the ecstasy faded gradually away until no trace of it remained. Harry could see that Gwen had almost reached the limits of even her endurance and began to fear for her.

"No, please. Please no more," she said and Mrs Travers ignored her. Resignation replaced pain as Gwen realised that Mrs Travers was only obeying her clear instructions to ignore all pleas for mercy until she, Mrs T was either too tired to continue or thought it wise to stop.

Finally she lowered her arm and turned to Harriet.

"Like to take over my dear?"

"Go ahead if you like Harry - I put you through enough pain along the way," said Gwendoline in a voice whose tremulous faintness tore at Harriet's heartstrings.

She tearfully and indignantly refused and then gently untied her suffering friend and helped her downstairs and into the kitchen for a reviving drink of coffee laced with brandy. She handed a cheque for a handsome sum over to the good lady and helped Gwen into the car. Gwen insisted on driving, despite her ghastly appearance.

After a few miles she drew over to the side of the road and asked Harriet to take over.

"It's no good Harry I hurt so much I can't concentrate on the road. I'll be getting us both killed. I think I'm cured now, my darling. I don't want to go through that again - not ever."

She drove down to her cottage in Devon and put Gwendoline to bed after dressing her bruised back with a preparation Mrs Travers had given her to use. After a few days she was well enough to get up and a week after the end of the journey she got dressed for the first time since September and drove up to see her parents who were overjoyed to have their delightful daughter with them again for a week or two and looking so amazingly well!

At the end of her visit home she got Harry to drive her to the venue of the repeat fight. As Jessica had predicted, it was touch and go, but she succeeded. Battered but glowing with pride and a feeling of triumph she allowed Harry to drive her back to Devon for yet more recuperation and tender loving care. Harry was sad not to see Bernard at the venue, but her pride at seeing her friend perform so valiantly more than made up for her disappointment.

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

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This is my favorite of the stories you posted on Writings of Leviticus site.