This is part ten of our story. Reading previous chapters will help you to get to know Christine, Peter, Madeline, Sid, and Shan Shan better. We join our story in progress, after Peter has confessed his secret. He is an immortal, and Madeline is his former lover and wife. Christine makes her peace with Madeline, and because of impending danger from the immortal world, they travel to Peter's island retreat/fortress, Sesamus, for training, where Christine meets Peter's friend Sid and a rather "new" immortal, Shan Shan...
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Peter teased Christine all night before they went to sleep. Sid had called an end to the festivities early and ordered everyone to bed. Of course, being ordered to bed was no fun at all if you couldn't do anything once you got there. Peter promised she would be even more aroused and frustrated the next evening after the display he and Sid were preparing, but would offer no additional details.
They arrived at what Christine would come to think of as the dojo, bright and early. It was in a separate building of the villa, next to a sprawling gym and pool, with adjoining hot tubs and saunas of varying types and temperatures. There were several colored concentric circles on the floor of the dojo itself, the smallest of which was five feet in diameter. It was inside of another ten feet in diameter, and the outlying circle was twenty. Even more fascinating was an area where a number of modern and more ancient weapons were secured; everything from bladed weapons to pistols and rifles.
Sid and Peter went off to a men's dressing area and Christine found a private area designated for women. Shan, as she had asked Christine to call her, had already arrived and was fully nude when Christine walked in. Her small, slender body was perfect, and Christine imagined it was so finely honed after decades of fucking. That's one way to keep in shape! She had small, pert, brown nipples that she would have loved to fill her mouth with, but she dutifully changed into the perfectly form fitting white sports bra and workout pants laid out for her. Shan had exactly the same uniform in a much smaller size. As Christine was changing she looked in the mirror and saw her discreetly checking out her body as she changed. They made eye contact in the mirror and smiled.
They walked back out to the dojo together, and she immediately knew what Peter had been hinting at. He and Sid were stripped down to the waist, wearing more traditional karategi uniforms for their lower bodies. They looked like magnificent specimens of maleness. Peter was incredibly fit, but both ladies stared at Sid's impressive physique, that of a champion Olympian fighter. Peter looked over at Sid, shook his head, and laughed as if they were sharing a private joke. Sid always got all the looks. The ladies sat down on the floor with their legs crossed and waited for the lesson to start. They watched the men stretch for about fifteen minutes, and attempted to emulate some of what they were seeing. Shan was far more successful. Was this girl double jointed, Christine wondered, or just used to being bent into a pretzel?
Sid finally stood up, and began "While it's going to be a long road, we wanted you ladies to see where you were headed. Well, where you would be headed if you spent a few thousand years, or more, looking at my good friend here, practicing. We obviously don't expect miracles - we just want to teach you defense tactics. We also wanted to show you that a properly trained fighter, even of much smaller size..." He stopped to snicker. "...can overcome a larger opponent. A much larger opponent!"
"Any time you're ready, my friend." Sid said, taking his position at the one side of the largest circle drawn on the ground. Peter ambled to the other side, confident as always, more concerned with stretching than the opponent facing him, twenty feet away. This confidence wasn't arrogance; only the knowledge that this was a dance he had performed many times over an incredible life span.
"The circles on the ground represent different scenarios. There are times, for example, that your opponent will be within arms' reach of you, and you will have no means of escape. On other occasions, you will have more room for...improvisation." Sid explained. With that, they began.
At first glance it seemed a complete mismatch. Sid appeared to have a more disciplined stance, a height/weight advantage, longer reach, and even amazing quickness for such a large man. Peter was more relaxed, more fluid somehow in the way he moved. They spent a fair bit of time simply circling each other, trying to sense the others' stratagem. Whenever one would test the other with a punch or kick it was either quickly blocked or avoided. Shan and Christine exchanged glances. It wasn't much of a show. Of course, the ladies had no idea that they were seeing a variety of fighting styles being tested and countered before they could ever be employed; a chess match between grand masters. They were quite appreciative of the sweat the two fighters were working up however. Christine could feel herself growing moist at the thought of these two men mounting her after the match.
Peter sensed the girls were becoming bored at the show and decided to spice things up. All at once, he spun, allowing Sid to strike him low so that he could land a palm then elbow combination to his face. The big man was stunned, and abandoned some of the caution he was employing. He came in close to Peter, attempting to lock him up, but Peter leapt up onto him, practically on his shoulders, and used all Sid's forward momentum to flip him backwards and over him onto the mat. After this takedown, Peter sprung up and offered his hand to Sid, who took it, rose to his feet, and delivered a thunderous uppercut that launched Peter five feet back, dazing him. A similar punch would likely have hospitalized a less experienced fighter, who had not rolled with it. Sid pressed his advantage, coming in closely, delivering blow after blow with his feet, knees, fists and elbows, strategically placed at the vitals; face, groin, kneecap, throat, and sides. Many of these attacks were blocked or dodged, but several connected, with the sound of a mallet tenderizing meat or striking bone.
The men were clearly having fun with this contest, really letting loose now. At times, their battle seemed to be a dance, at others, a brawl. At one point, Christine thought Sid broke Peter's nose with a surprise head butt. Their chests were dripping with sweat and now blood. Sid managed to use his size to get the upper hand, pinning Peter to the ground and locking his arm in place using both legs. Peter was trapped. Christine didn't see any way out, but suddenly Peter twisted and they all heard a loud "POP" as he allowed his own shoulder to be separated to gain the necessary leverage to free himself. Shan covered her eyes at this, then buried her face into Christine's shoulder, looking out from in between her fingers. Peter orchestrated a take-down of his own, using Sid's weight slamming into the side of his body to "POP" his shoulder back into place. He then rolled Sid over in one fluid motion and straddled his barrel of a chest, making a rodeo gesture before being thrown off.
After about thirty minutes of the two extraordinary men fighting each other to a standstill employing all manner of tactics, Peter felt it was time to end it. He locked Sid up with his arms, and leapt over and around him, arms still entwined. For a moment, they were back to back and still struggling for control. Peter positioned himself into a stance where he could free one arm and turn, using the force of his own momentum to literally deliver a crippling attack to Sid's spine. Christine was reminded of videos she had seen, of martial artists shattering blocks of ice with a single blow. This was that blow. Sid wailed, a sound that seemed foreign to his lungs, and collapsed, his legs seemingly useless. Peter stood and staggered, but remained on his feet. Sid pounded the floor with his fist in frustration and rolled over onto his back.
