The English Ladies Fighting Society

by Boo Boy

(In which, a titled Lady of the English Aristocracy find an exciting new way of life in Victorian England).

Some of you may have already heard of The English Ladies Fighting Society and therefore this story may not be of interest to you. If so, I suggest you select one of the other excellent stories written elsewhere on this sight, I guarantee that you will enjoy it.

If on the other hand you have never heard of the E.L.F.S. then stay with me as I outline how this remarkable organisation came about.

The great English country houses that where dotted about England during the Victorian period were places of huge beauty and cavernous size. Even with children and staff to take care of the children these houses were still largely empty and far too big to be filled by the families that would live there. As such many room or often entire wings of these houses would lay closed off and unused especially in the winter months and the lady off the house, with her husband often away in London on business and the children at a respectable boarding school would often find herself walking these halls alone and bored; trapped in an exceedingly wealthy but lonely paradise; desperate for an excitement or a thrill to make her feel alive.

Such was the case this cold November morning as Lady Cordelia Conway wrapped her fox fur around her neck and took a stroll across the vast, frosty park that surrounded her house. She walked and thought that her husband would be in India on business for the next three weeks at least and it would be four weeks until the children were home for the holidays. Her dainty lady like feet crunched down softly on the frost encrusted grass of the park as she walked on thoughtfully.

After walking for nearly an hour she came to the edge of the small wood that bordered the park. Here she was presented with a choice, she could bare left through the little wood or right back towards the house via the stables. The morning was bitingly cold and as it was approaching 11 o'clock Lady Conway thought that she might trip up to the warm stables, check on her horses then swing back to the house for a warming cup of tea.

As she approached the large stable block she was struck by the silence. Normally the blacksmith could be heard hammering at molten iron or one of the stable hands would be sweeping the yard. She drew nearer the main building and suddenly from inside there came a roar or some kind of commotion. No one was around so Lady Conway approached the stable block and was just about to go in when through the crack in the door she heard the sound of feet being dragged across the dirty floor, grunting and voices that seemed to be saying ‘Go on!' and ‘Get him down!' and things of that sort.

Hesitating to walk straight in Lady Conway pulled the door which was already open slightly, back a little more to create a nice sized gap through which she could look into the stable building without being seen to be doing so. The first thing that greeted her was a rush of heat from the roaring fire at the far end of the room, then a smell of dirt and heat and finally a sweaty, almost bodily smell. Lady Conway blinked several times as the heat made her eyes water a little and then she focused on the room.

The sight that greeted her was of two men, one of the stable hands and the blacksmith circling each other on the dirt floor, the three other stable hands were stood around them cheering. It took Lady Conway several seconds to work out just what she was looking at. Then, as it dawned on her, her whole body tightened as a frisson ripped through her body as if she had received an electric shock. These men were fighting; how thrilling, how exciting. As she watched the men stripped to the waste laying into each other in the harsh flickering fire light she felt a thrill surge through her that was almost sexual and, she later reflected, that her husband had never come near to making her feel in six years of marriage. Their bodies were dirty from the floor and shone with sweat that reflected in the fire light. Lady Conway watched as they fought on holding her breath all the time and yearning to throw the door open and walk in and cheer them in encouragement like the other men were doing. But she knew she could not do this as to do this would mean the fight would surely stop. She watched the fight for a further ten minutes and then, after one man had been put down and had stayed down for a minute or two Lady Conway discerned that the fight must be over and that she had better get out of there before she was spotted. Hurrying back to the house she entered through the French windows in the drawing room. Her butler Albert appeared from nowhere.

‘Mid morning tea madam?' He asked. Lady Conway looked flustered.

‘No. Not this morning Albert. I feel rather strange. I think I had better go and have a lie down. I do not wish to be disturbed.' And with that she left the room and retired to her boudoir.

She undressed quickly and climbed into bed naked. She never slept naked but today this was essential. She could not get the fight out of her mind. What must that feel like, to be caught up in hot, vicious, nasty, dirty hand to hand combat with another person? She ran her hand over her large bust, down her smooth stomach and down past her hips, where it lay a while as she imagined just what it would be like. Presently, after fifteen minutes of vigorous hand work, she fell asleep.

It was Lady Conway could think about for the next week. She wanted to experience that again. But how could she. Should she approach the two men? Offer then a reward to fight? Or what about London , she new there must be seedy establishment in the East of the city where this sort of thing took place. But no, this wouldn't be enough. It would be like watching someone else have a delicious meal and not being allowed any yourself. Where was the satisfaction in that?

These thoughts hummed around her head for the entirety of that week. They teased at her and nagged at her mind and drove her near mad. How could she get a taste of this? She's enjoyed the fight but being locked outside the door didn't feel like enough anymore.

One cold afternoon Lady Conway was in the library when Albert entered.

‘Ma'am, sorry to disturb you but it seems there is a problem in the scullery Ma'am.'

Lady Conway looked up,

‘What kind of a problem Albert?'

‘Well Ma'am it's seems that Cook found Molly, the girl what does the boots Ma'am, in possession of something that don't belong to her Ma'am.'

Lady Conway sighed. ‘Oh well can you not sort it out Albert?'

‘Begging your pardon Ma'am but Molly was found with a silver ashtray in her dress what belongs to you Ma'am. She took it from the Green Drawing Room Ma'am, or so it would seem. As it's your property and in the absence of His Lordship you are head of this house I thought it best that you deal with this Ma'am.'

Lady Conway closed the book she had been reading. ‘Very well, Albert. Send her in.'

Five minutes later Molly O'Callaghan, the young girl employed by Lord Conway to polish the shoes and take care of the outdoor jackets of the household entered the room her head bowed. She had obviously been crying quite recently. She was a short, lean pretty Irish girl. Her red hair was pinned up in a neat bun at the back of her head and her simple black dress and clean white pinafore were immaculate. Lady Conway did not know how old she was but thought she couldn't be a day over 18.

‘Sit down, sit down. It's Molly isn't it?'

‘Yes Ma'am.' Said Molly, then quickly blurted out. ‘I'm sorry Ma'am it was a moment of madness. I didn't know what I was doing! Please don't tell my mother Ma'am. I'll go now, you need never see me again. I won't even take what I'm owed Ma'am just please don't tell my mother.'

Lady Conway shifted in her seat. ‘Have you quite finished Molly?'

‘Sorry Ma'am.'

‘Can you show me the object that Cook found in your pockets?'

Molly held out an engraved silver ashtray. It was some fifty years old and while expensive was only of a moderate value compared to other items in the house. Lady Conway looked at it.

‘And this belongs to me and my husband does it?' She asked.

‘Yes Ma'am.'

‘Hmmm can't say I've ever seen it. Not sure I like it too much. Do you like it Molly?'

‘Ma'am?'

‘Do you like the ashtray Molly? Do you find it agreeable?'

‘I think it's one of the prettiest pieces of silver in the house Ma'am.'

‘Do you indeed? Well here child, for heavens sake keep it.'

‘Ma'am?'

‘I have a great many beautiful things in this magnificent house. You by comparison have none. I have never seen or appreciated this piece in my life but you child seem to adore it. You work day in day out surrounded by finery whilst having nothing of your own. I should say that if I were in your position I might be just a little bit tempted to take it myself. No harm done, you may keep it.'

Molly could not believe what she was hearing. ‘Thank you Ma'am; you are being so very kind about the matter Ma'am.'

‘Not at all Molly. I have never had nothing. I can no imagine what it must be like.'

‘Very good of you Ma'am.'

‘Of course if you are to keep this item then you must do something to earn it, don't you think?'

‘Of course Ma'am. I'll work twice the hours Ma'am. I'll work so hard Ma'am I promise you.'

‘That isn't what I had in mind Molly.'

‘No Ma'am.'

‘You like the ashtray don't you? How much do you like it?'

‘It's beautiful Ma'am.'

‘Would you fight for it?'

‘How do you mean Ma'am?'

‘Fight for it girl! You know, fight in order to win it. To keep it!'

‘Fight Ma'am?'

‘Yes Fight! You can fight can't you girl?'

‘Well, yes Ma'am, I be fighting Ellie the barmaid from The Kings Arms just this last month when she said my brother wasn't an honest man.'

‘And did you beat this Ellie?'

‘I did Ma'am. She won't be speaking ill of my family now!'

‘Good girl. Then you must fight for this silver.'

‘Fight Ellie Ma'am?'

‘No child. Not fight Ellie.'

It took Lady Conway nearly half an hour to find the key to the large dinning room that was locked up in the East wing of the large old house. The large dinning room was on the first floor and was entered at the end of a long hall way. Once in the room there were on either side two smaller room that were originally used to store the food in before it was served up to the dinners. These would do for dressing rooms thought Lady Conway as she unlocked the dusty old door and led Molly into the room. She locked the door behind them.

She turned to face Molly.

‘Okay Molly; now, the first thing I will ask is while we are in this room, this Fight Room I am not Ma'am, or Your Ladyship or any of that. I am Cordelia just as you are Molly. We are equal. Of course when we are outside the Fight Room you must address me as normal.

Secondly, as we are equal in this arena I will wear no finery and you shall wear no clothes of a servant. You may fight in a bodice or your garters of whatever item of underclothes you desire to fight in. But you must wear nothing more than your underclothes in the fight room Molly. For my part, as my underclothes are made of silk by the finest London tailors and are by consequence very expensive, I shall spare them the unnecessary punishment of a fight and I shall fight naked. You take that room over there to prepare. I will take this room. Come into the Fight Room in five minutes and we will commence. Lastly, anything that is said in the Fight Room stays in this Fight Room. Two women are about to fight each other here. Things will be said. Those feelings must remain in this room and not be carried out into the rest of the house. Understand?'

‘Yes Ma… Cordelia.'

‘Good. Now go and prepare.'

The two women went to their separate rooms.

In her room Molly removed her dress and untied her long red hair and shook it loose. It fell in unkempt curls about her pale naked shoulders. She removed the thick woollen tights that covered her legs and stood naked in the room. She felt a small chill in the air and covered her firm, neat breasts with her hands and reflected that after five minutes of fighting neither woman would be cold. Her thoughts turned to the moment when she would face a naked Lady Cordelia and then to the moment seconds later when their bodies would clash fleshily together and the fight would begin. This would be very different from the fight in the pub with Ellie. That had just sprung up in a moments notice and had involved as much throwing flagons of beer about and shouting as much as actual fighting.

In her room Lady Cordelia stood naked and brushed her long dark hair. Her heavy dark breasts were hard with the cold air and she was feeling the first flicker of that frisson again.

Molly stepped out onto the carpet and turned to face the centre of the room. Gazing down the long room she could see Cordelia at the other end. She had a good body that Molly could see was well pampered and cared for. A rich woman's body. Her breasts were heavy and much fleshier than Molly thought they would be. These would be any easy target, and her legs looked long and deadly.

From the far end Cordelia watched Molly. She looked smaller, more compact with medium sized, firm, pert breasts and a body of pure milk white as opposed to her own darker figure. Cordelia thought she look dirty and dangerous, a poor girl, earthy and vicious like a rat. She reflected how her opponent was likely to be nimble and deadly.

Without a word being spoken then began an advance towards each other. They didn't stop even when their bodies collided slowly but heavily in the middle of the room. Cordelia pushed into the body of her smaller rival with her huge boobs which, Cordelia being taller, squashed into the hard breastplate above Molly own breasts. In their turn Molly's smaller but harder boobs crushed up against the soft flesh underneath Cordelia's chest. The two women pushed forwards into one another, there arms hanging down by their sides, slightly away from the body, each finger at the ends extended into a deadly claw waiting to strike.

Through gritted teeth Cordelia spoke. ‘Come you you bitch. You dirty littlel servant girl, you poor like runt. Fight me boot polish bitch!' she hissed.

Molly growled back and stared up into her employers eyes. ‘You're out of your death Lady Muck. You rich little bitch.'

They circled as the dove their chests forward into one another then:

‘Yaaarrghh!'

Cordelia let out a scream and she threw her arms across the back of the younger girl, clawing at her shoulder blades with one hand and digging the other into the mass of dark red curls on her head.

‘Mnwwaaagh!' was the sound Molly made as she drove a hard fist into Cordelias soft stomach. The two girls came apart and bent slightly forward this time, began circling each other with legs wide apart for stability.

‘Come on urchin!' beckoned Cordelia, ‘Come at me!'

But Molly played it cool. She was in no hurry, she had been in fights before unlike her mistress. Molly knew Cordelia would grow impatient and come in to her if she waited long enough. She was shortly proven right. Tired of the catty circling and hissing Cordelia moved forward to attack her rival. She lunged at Molly with great elegant fingernails extended out aiming straight for Molly's tit. But Molly was ready and stepped slightly to one side. As Cordelia came at her Molly slammed another fist deep into Cordelia's stomach, then followed this up by grabbing a hand full of her long black hair and pulling back her head. This exposed Cordealia's elegant, dark neck which Molly now flew at with vicious little teeth. She tugged back harder on her employer's hair as she sank her teeth into the skin at the base of the neck. She got the faintest taste of blood on the end of her tongue and withdrew her mouth giving a little smile and pulling back harder still on Cordelia's hair as she did so.

‘This is going to be easy work you posh little slut' said Molly right up into Cordelia's face. Then she spat hard. She pulled her handful of jet black hair downwards hard before deftly letting go and causing her rival to fall to the ground.

At this point Molly maybe should have got down on top of the other woman and attacked hard but she felt she had this fight in hand and thought there might be more fun in taunting this bitch. So, circling Cordelia as she lay in a heap on the floor Molly puffed out her proud little chest and began on a series of catty little remarks.

‘Oh look at the little posh girl, thought she could mess with a real working girl didn't you lady? Well welcome to my world. It hurts doesn't it?'

Cordelia crawled onto her knees but still lay slumped forward with her head touching the floor. Molly circled and Cordelia listened, trying to work out where the other girl was by the direction of her voice.

Molly continued: ‘Come on bitch. Get up. This is what you wanted so get up and fight me like a woman!'

When she was confident that Molly was directly in front of her she raised her head up quickly and drove a clenched fist upwards into Molly defenceless crotch. It connected with a dull, fleshy thud. Molly was sent staggering backwards as Cordelia climbed to feet.

‘Oh I haven't finished with you yet little girl.' And she grabbed a handful of the flame red curls once more and pulled back hard. But Molly was a tough girl and she swung a hard fist into the older woman's ribs. The girls separated and began circling each other one more, this time with fists clenched like boxers. They sparred for a second or two then Codelia threw the first real punch. Molly weaved her head quickly to one side and it whistled past. Then she shot out a lightening punch that connected with Cordelia's jaw, her head flew back but she remaining alert and continued to circle. She jabbed hard again at the younger gils face and this time it connected, then she quickly flung the other fist into her stomach and the first fist back into her boob. This was the beginning of a series of eight or ten rapid blows to the stomach and the boobs. Molly let out a series of groans as these hit home and moved her hands down to cover her tits and belly, but this was Cordelia's plan. As soon as the face was undefended Cordelia wound up an almighty punch and smacked it straight into Molly's chin. Molly spilled backwards and crashed to the floor. Cordelia allowed herself to relax and began too laugh but this was foolish as Molly was a tough little fighter and no sooner had she hit the ground than she rolled over completely and leapt to her feet once again.

‘Enough of this boxing shit! Let's fight like women!' and screaming she lunged at Cordelia. In a blur of flying claws and kicking legs they crashed to the carpet and began to roll over and over on top of each other. Cordelia being the bigger girl pushed herself on to the top and gently but firmly laid her massive, wobbling tits down over her rivals smaller ones and began to crush downwards, mashing Molly's small helpless boobs with the might of her ripe melon tits.

‘Yeah! You wanted this fight girly? Well is this girly enough for you boot polish bitch!'

Molly cried out in pain, it felt like her boobs were being squashed into non-existence.

Cordelia continued, writhing slightly off to one side and grabbing a handful and dark red pubic hair. ‘How about this you little Irish bitch! Is this girl enough for this little fight?'

Even though she had the upper hand Cordelia could feel that Molly was a feisty little bitch as she writhed and struggled underneath her. Cordelia's next plan was to haul her huge chest up over the face of this tough little slut and suffocate her some by drowning her in boob flesh, but in the half second it too lift her chest off that of the other girl and move it up a bit Molly saw her chance. She lashed out a vicious hand and sunk her nails into Cordelia's left breast. Then she practically pulled the old woman up by her boob towards her waiting mouth. She flicked her head up and snapped her vicious, pretty little mouth around huge soft, warm tit. She didn't quite get the nipple in her mouth like she wanted but she got a sizable chunk of soft flesh nonetheless. The women began to roll over again and Molly forced her way on top. She took Cordelia tit out of her mouth and sat up, straddling her as she writhed beneath her. She shot one swift, hard punch across her face to subdue her and then slid further down her legs so she was no longer sitting over Cordelia's crotch. She kept Cordelia down by keeping her left hand on her stomach. With the right hand she went to work. She clasped a great handful of jet black pubic hair and was about to tug back hard when she was struck by a better idea.

‘So you think you are the queen bitch with all that tit grinding, cunt smacking stuff do you lady muck. Well try this on for bitchiness.' And with that she began to pluck one by one, individual hairs, not from the outer parts of the groin but the hairs nearest the middle on the softer, more fleshy parts. Every time Cordelia screamed out and tried to sit up Molly would wind her with a swift blow to the stomach and she would be still for a minute or two.

After fifteen minutes the cunt was almost clear of hair and Molly stood up and dragged her rival to her feet by the hair on her head. She let her go and Cordelia stood there swaying, bewildered and beaten.

‘Are you giving up rich bitch?' teased Molly. ‘Oh please don't give up. I was just beginning to enjoy it!'

Cordelia staggered about the large room dazed and racked by a stinging, burning pain from her groin. Molly continued her taunts. ‘Come on old lady, come at my, come on. I won't fight back.'

She stuck her chest out ‘Here you go old lady, two free goes at the tits, do your worst bitch!'

Cordelia staggered towards her young rival, she didn't look capable of doing any damage at all. Molly puffed her chest out further.'Come at me bitch!' she screamed. When Cordelia was two paces away she flicked herself bolt upright bared her teeth and with both hands lashed out and sank her claws into the area just around Molly's nipples. Molly's scream almost deafened Cordelia but didn't put her off one bit. She drove her knee up fast into the younger girls crotch and twisted hard onn the nipples. Then releasing the nipples she let the younger girl fall to the floor. Cordelia knelt down beside her and unleashed a series of punches along the length of her body to finish her off. Then Cordelia lay down beside Molly and the room was filled with the sounds of their harsh, strong breathing. After a while Cordelia reached out and took Molly's hand.

‘Is it over?' she asked.

‘Yes Cordelia. It is over.' Came Molly weak response.

Codelia helped Molly to her feet and then said. ‘I think we both did rather well Molly, Don't you? I certainly don't want to fight you again.'

Molly agreed that she didn't fancy fighting Lady Cordelia again either.

Lady Cordelia intimated to Molly that she must feel free to use the normally out of bounds private bathroom. ‘And help yourself to my lotions and balms dear.' Called out Lady Cordelia as she climbed back into her dress. ‘You will need them.'

That night in bed Lady Codelia ached from head to toe, but she reflected that she had enjoyed the perverse thrill of every second of the fight. She had loved the feel of the young servant girls hot sweaty flesh being squeezed under her own, she had enjoyed the catty back and forth of the insults. Even now she felt a satisfaction in her aching limbs. She would make this a regular thing; she had too, she was addicted now.

So, that is the story of how Lady Cordelia Conway discovered a new thrill and changed her life forever. It is a fascinating glimpse into the hidden side of Victorian England.

Later on in that same year (1892 it was) over afternoon tea Lady Conway confided to three of her

long time friends Lady Maria DeMarco, the wife of Spain 's leading importer of fabrics, Lady Virginia Foxx and Lady Constance Gilbraith.

Well, these Ladies had been at the sherry and they were in very a high mood indeed. They were all very taken with the idea and so formed a society - The English Ladies Fighting Society mentioned at the beginning of the story. They drew up rules and all sorts, it was very official; and later that same afternoon, in the Fight Room in the east wing the society had it's first meeting. Lady Conway fought Lady DeMarco in a most vicious and cat-like battle whilst their friends Lady Foxx and Lady Gilbraith cheered them on. I recall the story mentioning that on that afternoon Lady DeMarco entered the fight room naked but for a luxurious fox fur slung around her neck. It must have been quite a sight, that dark Spanish queen striding into the ring. It is a terrific story, that of the inaugural fight of E.L.F.S. I really should tell it to you, but look at the hour. And the fire is growing dim, stoke it up will you, I'd say that dinner is almost ready. That story will have to wait until next time.