The Princess Chronicles 4 : A Kick in Time

by Aristocatch

When we last had news of the Princess she was waiting for a suitable suitor and recovering from the pounding her body had taken at the hands of an unsuccessful suitor's sister (which was nothing like the pounding the Sister took).

Five years have past. The right suitor has appeared and been married to the Princess. He has taken her to live in a large modern house with swimming pool, overlooking the sea. His first marital task was to ensure that she was on the pill and then to spend a week filling her with as much semen as he could. After that he told her that he expected her to be the hostess at dinner parties and to accompany him to dinners and events in each case provided he gave her at least 48 hours notice. Other than that she was free to live her own life while he worked (and upkept his mistresses), provided that she stayed on the pill and didn't spread any illnesses should he require her in bed at some later date. His dowry would keep the Princess' parents in financial security for the rest of their lives and so there was nothing more to say – end of story.

Instead of the number of servants that she had grown up with the Princess now found herself with just one who only worked on weekdays and who had announced that she would shortly be taking an extended maternity leave.

The Princess partially filled her days helping at various charitable organisations, the women's institute etc and it was at one of these places that she made the acquaintance of a lady, Crystal, who was in her mid thirties, thoroughly pleasant and more than happy to be taken on as housekeeper/maid/home help etc as maternity cover; even more so when it was proposed that she live in and still be paid the same wage as her pregnant predecessor.

Crystal was a godsend and very soon a confidente of the Princess, happily revealing details to the Princess of the less than happy life she had led. She soon knew about the Princess' fighting instinct and vowed to do what she could to allow the Princess to resurrect it.

As so often happens best laid plans come to nothing and it was pure chance that led the Princess into renewing with her fighting past.

While the Princess was attending a fundraising function, dressed in her fine clothes, she decided she needed to visit the bathroom. Access was by way of a narrow corridor in which, coming towards her, the Princess encountered a rather less elegantly dressed woman with flaming red hair, green eyes and a chip on her shoulder. Clearly this charming lady was not impressed by the Princess' appearance which had wealth written all over it and as the two arrived at the same spot in the corridor the Red Head put her shoulder into the Princess.

Now it so happened that the Princess was not in the best of moods – for several fairly trifling reasons, but she was crotchety. Before she knew what she was doing she had slapped Red Head hard on the cheek. Clearly Red Head had been ready for this as the return slap came fast and furious.

Then it was hands in hair and vulgar brawling. Not the kind of thing the Princess should be seen doing in public, not at all good for her image and potentially even her marriage. Desperate to end things before Red Head decided to modify the Princess' expensive clothes she delivered a bone-shaking knee into Red Head's crotch . That stopped Red Head in her tracks and the Princess turned on her heels and marched back into the room full of other people, trying desperately to hide the disarray of her hair.

She noticed Red Hair throwing hateful looks at her, but at least there was no further attempt to humiliate her in public.

Two days later a message arrived, via Crystal, challenging the Princess to a duel. A time and place were given, the Princess to be accompanied by a second (Crystal) and it was stipulated that there would be no weapons.

The Princess could have ignored this challenge, of course she could. However the Red Head had irked her and she was still a bit crotchety. She was not about to have it said that she was chicken and not prepared to defend her honour. Crystal was despatched to confirm acceptance of the duel.

In keeping with tradition, the duel was set for early morning but, instead of being outdoors, it was set for a room at the back of a bar. As it turned out the barkeeper was acting as the second to Red Head.

All four women convened in the room where Red Head issued her formal challenge rules. Given the manner in which the Princess had ended their encounter in the corridor, this would be their weapon of choice. To improve the quality both duelists were to be naked and each would take it in turns to kick the other between the legs until one quit. The Princess learned a new word – 'cuntbusting'.

Crystal helped the Princess to remove her cothes, even while Red Head was shedding hers. Now, even though five years had past, the Princess still had breasts that impressed all those who saw them. They were perhaps fractionally fuller, but their underlying shape, and the angle at which the nipples jutted forth produced admiration from whoever saw them, man or woman, coupled often with a feeling of envy.

Red Head had always been rightly proud of her own chest, with its very white orbs topped by very pink nipples. Quite pretty in their own way, especially contrasting with the natural red hair and the very Irish traits even though Red Head would have denied being Irish; lets say Celtic then, so as not to hurt her feelings. But when she saw the Princessly bosom she couldn't help feeling impressed, followed by a moment's hesitation while she questioned whether she had made the right choice of target area. Getting her hands on those boobs would have been fun. Finding out just what she could do to them, how much pain they could inflict on the Princess, which way they could be twisted and pulled, how far she could dig her fingers into them, how long the nipples could become. In an instant she realised that she was becoming excited and she just knew that her own nipples were hardening as her imagination played out an imaginary boob fight.

The Princess was also enjoying the view of Red Head's chest. Initially she was admiring it for its beauty, imagining how some of the great painters of history could have depicted it, in what leafy arbour or sumptious boudoir it could be painted so as to emphasise all its attributes. Subconsciously she realised that Red Head was staring at her chest and she somehow felt that the look in Red Head's eyes was not so much of artistic appraisal as animal savagery. She saw Red Head's nipples hardening and felt her own reacting in the same manner. Somehow the image of what Red Head was fantasising doing to her boobs forced its way into her mind, provoking thoughts of what she could do back, how she could turn that whiteness red, how she could make Red Head squirm and squeal as she savaged those pink hardening nipples. She even wondered whether Red Head might change her mind and prefer a titfight.

The Princess' thoughts were not far off the mark. Red Head seriously gave consideration to proposing to modify the rules for the duel. Very much so, in fact, until she remembered that she was doing a well-paid photoshoot two days later where the whiteness and prefection of her boobs was the major reason why she would be well paid. Turning up with them scratched to pieces would cost her more money than she could afford to lose. So, cuntbusting it was – especially as that part of her would not be exposed to the camera.

The two combattants, having eyed each others attributes at length, finally began looking at their target zones. There was a faint golden fuzz around Red Head's shaven pubes, and the Princess was neatly shaven as usual. The line of their pussies was clear, but both were firmly shut, despite the thoughts which had awakened their nipples.

The rules were simple. The second of their opponent would hold their arms and keep their legs apart as each took a shot in turn. No problem if one fell to the ground, providing she got up within ten seconds, failing which the match would be over. Should both seconds agree that one had deliberately moved to avoid the kick, the kick would be retaken.

The Princess as the challenged had the right to go first. Red Head stood, legs apart, as Crystal held her arms. The Princess flexed her leg, lining up the top of her foot with Red Hair's exposed pudenda, into which she neatly crashed her foot. Accurate but not debilitating.

Red Head's kick was equally accurate – both clearly ensuring hitting their targets, rather than maximum force. The Princess felt it, but it was nothing she couldn't cope with; at least the Sister had partially prepared her for this.

Each kicked the other again. Once more on target, once more both shrugged it off as if they were used to having their pussies kicked.

A third and fourth kick ensued, the latter with more force. The fourth for both at least produced a brief movement of the knees and a look of surprise flittering across their faces.

The Princess' fifth kick finally forced Red Head to drop briefly to her knees, but she was up before the count of three. The Princess rode the return kick quite well.

Unfortunately the Princess tried for maximum power with her sixth kick and lost accuracy as a result, mostly hitting Red Head's thigh. Red Head didn't make the same mistake and it was the Princess' turn to take a count of five, as foot on target caused a considerable upsurge in pain.

The Princess waited a little the better to compose herself, giving her time to notice that both target areas were fast reddening. Would Red Head's finally match her hair? The kicks had also caused the pussy lips to begin opening up a little. Accuracy was clearly more important than power and so the Princess made sure that her foot connected cleanly with reddening pubes. Unfortunately the noise was more impressive than the result but, at least, the Princess survived the return kick quite well.

Both rubbed their pussies a bit as they looked into the others eyes for any signs of weakening, of which there were none.

Bang kick seven and kick eight thudded home, jarring the receiving bodies and reddening even more those erstwhile pleasure zones.

Kick nine put Red Head down on her backside on the floor and she deliberately waited for the count of nine before getting back to her feet. Her kick made the Princess bend her knees, but her innate stubborness forced her to quickly straighten her legs and suggest to Red Head that she was currently losing.

After the tenth kicks, the seconds called a brief halt while they suggested that the two duellists might want to call it an honourable draw. They didn't!

If you are a lady reader you might have some idea as to what each was feeling. As for you gentlemen imagine your balls being crushed, several times. For the lady the first kick wouldn't hurt as much, but as with any kicks, further kicks on the same spot increase the amount of pain. You should easily be able to comprehend the discomfort that both our protagonists were in. But neither was prepared to concede defeat; at least not yet.

As the Princess carefully drove home kick 11, Red Head wisely sank to her knees and waited as long as she could before standing back up. Realising the sense in this, the Princess did likewise. And so kicks 12,13 and 14 passed in what seemed like slow motion.

The Princess' 15th kick was a masterful one and Red Head ended up on her back, as much due to the momentum of the kick as anything else. But she beat the count and composed herself before unleashing a ferocious retaliatory strike. This hurt like no previous kick had hurt, and the Princess curled up in a ball. Hearing one of the seconds calling eight she rushed to get up with only one thought in her mind. She had to end this, and quickly.

Obsessed by this idea she didn't take enough time to compose herself. She was going to land the KO blow but as she swung her foot with all the power she had left her standing foot slid slightly. Her attacking foot crashed into Red Head's thigh, missing her pussy by an inch or two.That probably hurt Red Head's thigh, and it caused the Princess to topple ungainly over, landing heavily.

The Princess took her time climbing back to her feet, even more so as no-one had thought to start the 10 second clock. She stood still and opened her legs. The barkeeper took a light hold on her raised arms and Red Head composed herself.

Wham! Foot and pussy collided perfectly. Pain shot through every conceivable part of the Princess' body from her clitoris to her toes and even her ears. She was down and she was out. There was no way she had the strength to defeat her stubborness and make it up before the count of ten. The duel was over and Red Head had emerged victorious.

Once she heard ten being announced Red Head literally fell to the floor and curled up into a ball. The two seconds wisely left both women to start to recover before helping them to sit up.

Red Head looked at the Princess.

“Wow,” she said. “I really didn't think you had it in you. Rich bitch and all that. If you hadn't have missed your last kick you would probably have won! I couldn't take much more.”

Praise indeed and within a couple of minutes the two were chatting as if they were old friends. They soon discovered that both had had thoughts about changing the target area to their chests, and both agreed that if they had they would by now have had breasts that couldn't have been displayed for days, if not weeks. They laughed about how close they had come to that and were in full agreement that it would have been a travesty to have damaged two such attractive examples of women's physical attributes.