Chapter One

 

Having been turned by Doctor Finch to face him, I tried to hide the fact that I had just experienced an incredibly intense orgasm. Seated in his office style chair, one of three in our corner, he maintained a grip of my hips while studying my glistening jutting tits. The lotion that he had massaged all over my body added a rich lustre that darkened my normally pale white skin.

"Tell me Tammy, did you enjoy watching the wrestling bout?"

While I considered my answer, Kelly, the angel assigned to help me, moved behind me and began to plait my hair. "Yes, sir. Um, I thought that it became more exciting as the bout developed." I was still experiencing a thrill in the pit of my stomach due to his expert manipulation of my body. The doctor had slowly brought my arousal levels to the boil during the first three rounds of the bout.

His hands left my hips, travelled upwards, then began to fondle my tits. "It was a good bout. Joyce eventually showed her better all-round skills." He glanced at the activity on the mat, where a cleaning machine was slowly moving back and forth. "They won't take long to clean and dry the mat, then it'll be your turn to wrestle."

"Is Rose as good a wrestler as Joyce?" I asked Kelly.

"No, but Rose is a very aggressive fighter," she replied while continuing to fix my hair. "I heard that you're an accomplished runner. Stay on your feet if you can and keep turning her. Make her work hard because she easily tires. She hates fighting me because I refuse to go to ground, where she's in her element."

While she was talking, the doctor, after a brief squeeze and roll of my nipples, dropped his hands to my hips, then to the outside of my thighs. "Your lower body is in good shape, Tammy. Take Kelly's advice and play to your strengths."

Doctor Finch was maybe six feet tall and average build. His white skin was well tanned, and he looked as though he might be in his mid-thirties. Clean shaven, with well-defined facial features and sandy coloured hair, I guessed that he might have Scandinavian blood running through his veins. Oh, and not to forget his crystal blue eyes which roved over my body at every opportunity.

When I first met him, I thought that he was a mild-mannered man. But, while watching the first bout, I sensed, as his hands went to work on my body, that he had a strong will. I felt that he was holding back because we were only just getting acquainted. I suspected that he didn't want to frighten me because of the shocking things that had already happened to me since arriving on the church estate.

"I will, Sir," I replied.

My Master handed a bottle of energy drink to me. It had a hard straw fixed to the lid which I sucked on. "Drink, Tammy. This is your last opportunity without the mask." The liquid was deliciously sweet.

While I drank, he gave me more advice. "If you win the toss, choose defence. She'll choose attack, I'm sure, so whichever way the coin drops, you'll have a plan in your head."

Kelly had finished my hair and moved around to add her two pennyworth. "Sir, that's probably bad advice. Rose is a canny operator, so she may choose defence if she wins the toss." She took the drinks bottle from me and placed it back in the bag. "If that happens, Tammy, don't give her a free ride. Remember, you're attacking, so stay upright and push her around the ring. No one is expecting you to beat her, so the pressure is all on her, but believe me, she'll want to go through and win the final."

Doctor Finch lifted the face mask out of the bag and stood up. "Time to put your mask on..."

"Uggh," I said in disgust, but after he pulled a stern expression, I opened my mouth so that he could slide the rubber tab between my teeth.

As he did so, the shape of the mask that covered the lower half of my face, wrapped around and fitted snuggly against my chin and jaw like a glove. A collar that gripped the top inch or two of my neck was incorporated into the leather design.

It was joined at the front but separate at the back so that it could be fastened and tightened after the higher clips had been snapped shut. I hated the restrictive restraint and it's feeling of permanency. However, I was relieved that the narrow, high collar didn't restrict my neck movement once the doctor had secured the mask in place.

When he turned me around to face the combat zone, I saw that the cleaning machine had finished and been removed. The referee, who had been chatting with Reverend Smith was slowly walking to the centre of the combat zone. Kelly stood by my side and used a cloth to dry my hands while my Master gave my thighs another rubdown from behind.

"Stand proud, Tammy," Kelly said. "You can make a huge psychological impression on your opponent if you look bold and aggressive."

I felt like a gladiator standing with my legs apart, my fists clenching and my smooth, unblemished mons thrusting forward, just like my opponent across the mat from me. I imagined that we were back in ancient times, where the world was run under barbaric rules. All that was missing was a sword in one hand and a trident in the other!