The Princess Chronicles 3 : Tit for tat

by Aristocatch

After watching the two local girls engaging in (finally) unbridled sexual activity as the consequences of having lost the pond battle, the Princess and the Sister rode back to the Princess' home. The Sister had wanted to hide the local girls clothes so that they would be forced to return home naked but the Princess had refused, insisting on doing “the right thing”.

The Princess lingered in her bath that night, removing every trace of mud and water and inspecting her body for any injuries. There were two or three little marks from where slaps had struck home, but she had to make an effort to find them. Finally she recalled the energetic sexual quest that had eventually taken hold of the brown and blue haired girls and she shuddered involuntarily just thinking of the sensations they had clearly enjoyed. She wondered whether she would ever feel such feelings, but quickly dismissed the idea as belonging to the realms of fantasy.

The next day the Princess was busy, presenting the prizes for the winner of the biggest turnip competition among other horticultural highlights. It was early evening before she returned home and she had only been in her bedroom a few minutes when the Sister arrived, seemingly most put out. She told the Princess that her brother's efforts had been in vain, he would not be chosen as the Princess' future husband and they had been asked to leave the next morning.

The Princess was not unduly unhappy at the suitor being sent on his way. His sister was quite pleasant but she had not taken particularly to him. She was far more concerned that this would rob her of her chance to be in a real fight. She invited the Sister to return to her bedroom after all had retired for the night, there to seek to inflict suffering on each other. She added that, just in case, she would arrange for a first-aid box to be on hand!

Right on time the Sister arrived. They closed and locked the door behind them. The Princess indicated that she was sorry the Sister was leaving to which the Sister accused her of being hypocritical. The one thing they did agree on was that there was no real animosity between them and that their fight could be a civilised matter. The Princess wanted them to start clothed as she had enjoyed the strip fight she had had in the pond, but the Sister said she had a better idea, that would ensure that the Princess got what had been previously lacking and which would allow them to push each other's resiliance to its limit without the fight getting out of hand.

During the time they had spent together the Princess and the Sister had shared several confidences with each other and the Princess felt inclined to trust the Sister to suggest something that would allow both of them to end their relationship with a certain amount of satisfaction on both sides. Clearly the Sister might want to 'revenge' her brother and add a bit of spice to the event.

Following the Sister's suggestion, they both removed all their clothes and knelt on the floor facing each other with the Princess' perky tits in full view of the Sister. The Princess noticed that the Sister had removed all the hairs between her legs and took a moment to admire the unhidden cleft that ran verically in the centre of the Sister's mound.

The Sister proposed that they take tits in hand and squeeze until one asked to stop. After a pause they would then repeat the action, so there would be no shame in asking for a pause.

We would have to admit that the Sister was quite shrewd in her choice. She knew that the Princess wanted to have her pain threshold tested. She was very keen to do some damage to those perfect boobs, but she had seen at the pond that the Princess was more than capable of defending herself and ruthless when it came to attack. Her current plan avoided being outwrestled by the Princess and not being able to hurt royal boobs as much as she would like, it gave the Princess full chance to mangle her boobs (the one downside from the Sister's point of view), and to be hurt back. She could prolong it until she was happy that she had gained some revenge on the Princess (unless her boobs proved too painful to continue – though she was prepared to accept some pain and damage provided that the Princess' boobs were less pristine at the end).

Boobs in hand the two squeezed and pulled, gritting their teeth and continuing even when it became painful. The Sister could see the pleasure in the Princess' eyes and she knew that there was probably deep satisfaction in hers.

Although she could have continued the Sister asked for a break, to encourage the Princess to do likewise and indeed, after the second set of squeezing, the Princess did just that. So far they had merely squeezed which although it was painful wasn't unduly damaging.

The Sister announced that, as they had both stopped once, they should perhaps have a decider where moves other than just squeezing were allowed. The Princess, of course, agreed.

Now those Princessly orbs were given a real working over, starting with the nipples; they were pulled way out of shape, they were tugged this way and that, the nipples were squeezed, scratched, twisted and poked. Periodically the Sister would dig her fingers deep into the breasts or squeeze them as hard as she could. The shape and size of the Princess' breasts was to her advantage and she really went to town to give them the ultimate working over.

Pain was at last dominating the Princess' body. This was the first time that anyone had hurt her like this. It would have been unbearable had she not been doing the most incredible things to the Sister's chest, knowing that she might not get a chance to do this again. She could see tears in the Sister's eyes, although hazily as her own seemed to have a veil over them.

Stuborn would seem to sum up the pair and they kept savaging each others boobs way beyond the pain barrier, prepared to be hurt even more if they could be sure of hurting the other. Those poor boobs didn't deserve to be thus treated. They were meant for pleasure, for suckling infants, but not for being attacked in this manner.

“You seem to be bleeding” the Princess said, “perhaps we should stop”.

And so they stopped with neither having to lose face. There was indeed quite a trickle of blood running over one of the Sister's boobs but, with the help of the first-aid kit, they patched it up and then sat back to admire their handiwork. It would take quite a few days before those tits would return to their original pristine state.

“What's next?” asked the Princess.

The Sister had started with a plan, but pain had rather weakened her resolve and so part of her almost felt like calling a halt. But, what the hell, this was here and now. A bit more pain was just that, so they might as well continue with her plan, even if the damage they had inflicted on each others breasts rather exceeded anything that she had imagined.

Getting back on their knees, a short distance apart, the Sister proposed that they test the resistance of their pussies as they had with their tits. She quickly added that it should just be squeezing with no attempt to pull pussy lips apart or scratch or otherwise damage delicate parts.

The Princess was gung ho and quite ready for anything, so they reached out, took a grip on the hairless pudenda and set to to see what pain they could produce.

Had they started with this action, the pain would perhaps have been more debilitating but, in comparison with the pain still emanating from their chests, it almost seemed like a pleasant interlude, made different as it was a novel event for both. Not surprisingly they didn't continue very long.

Again the Princess wanted to know what was coming next, and when she didn't get an instant answer she took the initiative. Telling the Sister that, until she was married, it was not acceptable that she allow a man or a woman to penetrate her sex. To this the Sister queried what would have happened had they lost to the two locals at the pond. The Princess serenely pointed out that the question was purely hypothetical, as there was no way they had been going to lose,and so there was no way that she would have lost face by refusing to honour the conditions of the fight!

She wasn't allowed to let anyone penetrate her, but if it happened in a fight, while she was trying to stop it happening it couldn't be her fault. When the Sister queried whether she was trying to have a sex fight the Princess dismissed the idea haughtily. She didn't want sex with the Sister, merely that they try to insert a finger, or fingers, within each other. The Sister was beyond arguing, so she meekly accepted.

Initially they wrestled to try to pull the other to the floor, which didn't take too long. As they rolled around on the floor the Princess couldn't resist grabbing a sisterly boob along the way. This rather galvanised the Sister who found little resistance as she thrust a digit into a Princessly recess. She quickly found two fingers within her as the Princess proved adept at turning a losing position into a winning one.

This little game went on for a while and, if truth be told, the Sister didn't find it too unpleasant. The Princess seemed surprisingly knowledgable about how to use her fingers to produce some quite nice feelings, even as she ostensibly did no more than point scoring. Not that anyone was keeping count. The Sister tried to see whether she could stimulate the Princess with her fingers but, if she did, the Princess refused to react in any way which suggested she was succeeding.

The longer they wrestled, the more the Princess was dominant. There was no doubt in the Sister's mind that the Princess was trying to push her into a sexual response with her finger work. Presumably she was allowed to frig others if they were not allowed to frig her. For a moment the Sister thought she might just enjoy it – what the hell if she had an orgasm. There was no one to stop her if that is what she wanted. Then she decided that now wasn't the time and, after all, the Princess was currently an 'enemy' and not a potential lover.

Having decided that she was not going to lie back and enjoy it, the Sister was faced with the fact that the Princess was in a dominant position and seemingly fingering her at will. If she didn't stop this soon, there seemed every chance that her body would be stimulated beyond the point of no return. She had to find a solution.

Confident in her domination the Princess was quite happy to accept a little fingering from the Sister provided that she was producing three times as much. She was happy not to expend energy on defence and thus left the Sister with one (slightly extreme) solution. Royal butt was invaded without any warning!

The result was very successful as the Princess shot off the Sister before turning to vengeance! Both rear ends were invaded several times before they decided that enough was enough, thus putting paid to any chance the Sister had of being taken over the edge, although she now had a sore bum to add to her woes.

Needless to say the Princess hadn't finished. If this was to be her last fight, it was going to be a humdinger – a fight that she could remember for a longtime.

She proposed that they finished with a last woman standing combat. Quite simply that they try to slap any part of the other's body (except the head). If it got too painful they could drop briefly to the floor and the one standing would wait until the other was up again before restarting and that until the one on the ground decided not to get up.

The Sister would have preferred to stop, but then again this would be her last chance to attack the Princess. Se couldn't imagine that she would have another chance to hurt a Princess!

So they stood up and began aiming slaps at each other. Quite gently at first, as they adjusted their target range and then, as accuracy improved, with greater venom. Few parts of the body were spared, although initially both found enough energy reserves to more or less deflect slaps that were aimed at boobs or pussy.

The Sister was not unhappy with the early stages. She managed to land a few slaps, mostly on thighs and bottom, one rather good one on a boob, without taking an excessive amount in return. She had however been obliged to do more fighting at the pond than had the Princess and she had taken quite a pasting to her boobs earlier. As the combat continued she felt her energy reserves draining rather too fast.

Launching an assault on the Princess's boobs she was overjoyed to score three direct hits before it was her turn to try to defend as the Princess counter attacked. Aiming for the Sister's boobs, the Princess forced her to cover that area and take the blows on her arms. She had no time to react when the Princess suddenly fired in a perfect slap that caught her directly on her pussy which, having been well fingered not that long before was rather open and so the slap hit home rather better than it would have done much earlier.

Never aim a right without a back-up left and so a second slap hit exactly the same area before the Sister could react. She crumpled to the floor and waited for a wave of pain to pass before slowly getting back up on her feet.

More slaps followed, landing squarely on those poor battered boobs, before a further pussy assault dropped her to the floor again.

The Sister took a little longer getting to her feet and seeing the Princess calmly waiting for her, she fired off a slap when she was only half way up that caught the Princess flush below the belt.

The Princess complemented her on her shot as she briefly sunk to her knees and the Sister was gratified to land two further pussy slaps after the resumption that clearly hurt, even if the Princess remained standing and drove home two devastating slaps to the Sister's breasts, one of which caused the trickle of blood to resume.

For a few seconds they traded slaps which hurt, even if both remained standing. The Sister began to wonder whether she was living 'Custer's Last Stand' as a solid pussy slap put her down on the ground again.

She bravely got up, trying to strike before the Princess was expecting it. But once bitten twice shy and so she finished up on the floor again as the Princess beat her to it!

When you are desperate why play by the rules? At least that was the Sister's thought and, even as the Princess targeted her bloodied boob the Sister fired home with the top of her foot right into the 'V' at the top of the Princess' legs.

Wow – the Princess hit the deck hard and the Sister stood there panting and wondering what was coming next. It didn't take long to find out.

As a devastating wave of pain coursed through her body she realised that the Princess had kicked her in the pussy even from her lying position.

This time the Princess was on her, on the floor, ignoring the time to recover period. One hand rained blows into the Sister's pussy, while the other tore at her bleeding breast.

Foolishly the Sister tried to fight back – pulling pussy lip and scratching at boob knowing that, even as she was surely on the point of being massacred, she was doing some damage to her erstwhile friend.

For maybe thirty seconds the two tore at each other in the most violent manner that either had known and then the Sister found the Princess sitting on her and ordering her to lick Princessly pubes. So she did, trying to force her tongue as far inside as she could. The Princess let slip what sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure before she climbed off and announced that enough was enough, thanking the Sister for giving her the fight she had been so longing for and hoping that the Sister wouldn't suffer for an undue length of time from her injuries. Princessly manners to the fore.

It should perhaps be added, for a complete account, that the Princess helped the Sister to her ensuite bathroom and there spent many minutes tending to the Sister's wounds and bathing her clean before seeing to her own battered body. The two then shared a lenghty soak together in the same bath with all manner of soothing and healings balms added to the water.

It seemed to the Sister that she had barely had time to regain her bed before her brother was calling her to breakfast prior to an early departure. The Princess saw none of this as she slept a deep and satisfying sleep until almost midday.