46. Amy Godiva
Amy decides to match swords with the fencer. She reaches for the long sword and-
KLANG!
The sword dislodges from the armor’s grip, then immediately clatters to the floor. It’s a lot heavier than Amy expected! She stoops over and grabs it with both hands, then hoists it over her shoulder and turns to face the swordsman.
The swordsman smirks, then lifts his sword vertically to his face in salute. He then resumes his fencing posture. Amy swings the sword down and holds it straight forward, still with both hands, at waist-level. The two approach each other and begin circling. Each time the swordsman moves to lunge forward, Amy pokes out the sword menacingly. Amy is able to keep the fencer at bay, but doesn’t yet dare try to strike him.
“Come, now! If you’ve come this far, surely you have enough courage in your heart to push through one such as me to reach your goal! Strike at me!”
Amy won’t be goaded into a hasty move. But she begins thinking about her situation. This man is clearly more practiced than she, and he has a much lighter sword. She can hold him off for now, but it’s an unbalanced stalemate. Eventually Amy will tire and the man will move in for the kill. Just thinking about her arms tiring causes the sword to feel even heavier in her hands; soon the weight of the sword is all she can think about. She decides to try striking her foe. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.
“GrrrAARH!” She shouts, lifting the sword to her right shoulder and tensing her muscles for a big diagonal swing.
As she rears back, the swordsman darts in and, before Amy can react, flicks his sword across her left shoulder. Amy doesn’t feel anything, though. “Perhaps he missed?” Amy smirks to herself as she swings the sword in a wide arc toward the fencer.
Amy misses as the swordsman jumps back. Her sword crashes into the ground and Amy stands with her right side toward the swordsman. Once again he darts in, this time slicing across her right shoulder. Amy recovers and straightens up, resuming her original sword-straight-out position. As her back stiffens she feels a loosening in her chest. She looks down and discovers that the swordsman has slashed her black t-shirt from the neck to the sleeve on each side. No longer held together on top, the t-shirt flops down, exposing Amy’s pink bra. The bra, meanwhile, has had its straps slashed at the same time as the shirt, so the cups now only loosely cover Amy’s breasts. Too much movement will leave Amy exposed!
Amy cheeks turn bright red as she blushes in embarrassment. She shifts her arm position to try to keep her breasts covered, just in case one of the cups should fall.
“If I might advise, young lady, you telegraph your moves far too much. I had all the time in the world to teach you a lesson!”
Amy grits her teeth. Now he’s just being a know-it-all jerk! She comes up with a new strategy. She holds the sword a bit closer to her body, waiting for the swordsman’s attack. Once he comes closer, she’ll thrust into him and run him through! She bides her time, still circling, waiting for the right moment, and then-
“Yah!”
He moves forward, clearly seeing an opening, which she responds to by pushing her sword at him with all her might. Unfortunately, he deftly sidesteps the thrust. Since Amy put all her strength into the blow, she finds herself over extended, her arms stretched in front of her, her body bent at the waist. Amy loses her balance and begins stumbling forward.
RIIIPP!
The fencer has taken advantage of Amy’s loss of balance by sliding his sword down the back of her t-shirt. As she falls forward the blade neatly slices the shirt and her bra in two. Amy winces. She recovers her balance and straightens up. She now stands with her bare back to the swordsman, her sword held with the tip touching the ground between her legs. The man approaches from behind.
“A nice thought, young lady, but you’ll need to handle your blade more deftly than that if you hope to catch me with it! Now, perhaps we can arrive at some sort of arrangement…” The man lets his sword drop as he approaches Amy and lifts his hand to put it on Amy’s shoulder.
Amy tries to relax. “Just wait a little longer, Amy. Just let him get a bit closer, and…” Amy suddenly springs into motion, spinning wildly, her sword out-thrust, hoping to catch the swordsman by surprise. The fencer’s eyes do seem a bit wide as Amy swings about, though she is disappointed to note that he seems, by the direction his eyes are pointing, to be more astonished by her bouncing breasts than her slashing sword.
The swordsman deftly ducks out of the way, maneuvering his sword for a quick strike at Amy’s waist. Amy’s sword lodges itself into one of the support columns. Panicked, Amy begins pulling at the handle in the hopes of removing it. As she does so, she feels a general downward movement around her thighs. Her stomach sinks as she looks down and sees her heart-print panties looking back up at her. The fencer’s last strike appears to have dislodged the button from her fly, leaving her jeans to slowly sink to her ankles. Before she has time to think of her next move, she feels two quick gusts of wind as the fencer quickly makes two more slashes at her right and left sides. The front and rear of her panties separate and the torn garment flutters away, leaving Amy staring down at her neatly trimmed thatch of brown pubic hair.
“EEEEEEEEKK!” Amy shrieks, forgetting about the sword and moving her right hand to cover her crotch, her left arm to awkwardly shield her breasts.
“Well!” smirks the swordsman, “That’s certainly more than I’ve seen of a lady in a long time! Perhaps now you’d like to-”
But Amy is no longer listening to the man. Her embarrassment has overwhelmed her senses and all she can think about now is getting out of this place by any means necessary. She tries to run back the way she came, only to find her legs tangled up by the jeans that sit pooled at her ankles.
WHUMP!
Amy lies on the ground, butt in the air, on full display for the flamboyant swordsman. She starts crawling forward like an inch worm, desperately trying to escape.
“Here, let me help you with that…”
Fwip! Fwip! Fwip! After a few quick slashes with his sword, Amy’s jeans fall away from her in shreds. She now lies on the floor, clad only in her leather hiking boots and white socks. She scrambles to her feet.
Fwack! “YEOWCH!” As Amy tries to stand up the fencer takes the opportunity to rap her across the buttocks with the flat of his blade. Amy’s hands dart to her ass, leaving her crotch and breasts exposed.
“That’s IT!” Amy thinks to herself, “Shannon can just rescue herself for all I care! Nothing is worth this embarrassment!” Amy streaks out of the gallery. The front door helpfully unlocks and swings open as Amy flies through it, slamming shut behind her. Amy speeds through the woods and back to her car, hands grasping her sore butt the whole way. As she starts the long, naked drive back home, she reflects on her mistakes. Crossing swords with a master like that was probably not a good idea; Amy wound up with a lot more exposed than just her inexperience!
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure.