The Princess Chronicles : 5 – Just Horsing Around

by Aristocatch

The Princess had been hoping to hear from Red Head about their future plans but quite some time went past without news. Of all people it was her husband who produced an answer to her prayers, though at first she didn't see it as such. She was requested to accompany him to a society soirée – something which she had never liked, despite her regal standing. Part of their 'agreement' was that she would go with him when asked and so they duly turned up at a very lavish house, filled with high society (and reeking of money) all in their most expensive clothes.

Within two minutes her husband had abandoned her – it had been enough that he be seen with a Princess on his arm. Where he went, whom he saw or even what he did were of no concern to the Princess. What did concern her was what she was going to do until midnight when she was supposed to be ready to leave with him.

So she circulated slowly, making polite conversation and trying not to empty her glass too rapidly, especially as it was refilled by a vast array of waiters as soon as the level dipped slightly. Her reverie was brought to a halt when a lady's voice asked if she remembered her and there she was, the Sister of one of her previous suitors.

Of course she remembered the Sister, of their wrestling together, of their joint defeat of the local lasses by the pond in the wood, and of their more violent final battle on the eve of the Sister's departure. They found a quiet corner and sat and chatted for quite a while. The Sister was keen to find out whether the Pirncess was still interested in combatting other women. Learning this to be the case the Sister asked the Princess to wait for a minute while she went to see someone.

The Sister was soon back and asking the Princess whether she would like to spend her evening as her partner in a most unladylike event that their hostess was preparing. She didn't really need to wait for the answer as she was sure that the Princess would say yes!

At ten o'clock they slipped away to a room at the back of the house where there were soon two dozen women, varying in age from maybe 20 to 40 or even 45. Among them was the daughter of their hostess who rather reminded the Princess of herself, except that the daughter seemed more worldly and capable of determining her own life.

The daughter took charge of things, telling the assembled gathering that they were going to be most unladylike. But that they were going to have fun, especially as they would have to go home after without any underwear, as it was going to be destroyed! The women were already in groups of two (the Princess with the Sister) meaning that there were twelve teams and they were then divided into two groups. Once within two groups a draw was made to decide who would take on who – then the rules were explained.

One of each pairing was required to be the 'horse' and the Sister promptly volunteered for this role so that she could see how the game evolved before it was her turn to be active. The two riders would do battle to strip each other and the winner would be required to grab the loser's pussy to prove her win. If either 'rider' was unseated the game would halt while she remounted, as there was to be no 'vulgar' brawling on the floor. A certain amount of 'roughness' was allowed, especially in defence, indeed it was encouraged, after all the ladies were not supposed to be behaving like ladies!

The only way to remove knickers would be to rip them to pieces, as it would not be possible to slide them down the legs of a rider, whose posterior would be on the horse's back. Before beginning the twelve first contenders removed their outer garments and then their knickers were inspected to ensure that they weren't too strong. Most, as expected, were very flimsy but one lady was wearing a pair that would have resisted just about anything. She was given a more flimsy pair to wear and her original ones were cut to pieces so she couldn't put them on again after. Finally everyone was given a clean, but worn, T-shirt to wear. Then they were ready.

All three contests were to be staged at once, in different parts of the room. Horses and riders prepared themselves. Combat would continue until one rider was naked and her pussy had been grabbed. Then ladylike manners would take over and she would concede defeat graciously, showing her allegiance to the Victor by bestowing kisses on those parts of her Victor's body as were accessible, the assumption being that most of the ladies present would prefer not to kiss intimate parts of another lady – at least in public.

The Princess was up against a lady who she didn't know. This lady had shoulder-length brown hair and was probably in her late thirties. She was carrying a bit too much weight which gave her a rounder appearance. Fortunately her 'horse' seemed strong and young though it remained to be seen how long she could move around with that added weight on her. She was wearing pink knickers with a clear panel on the front, more or less indicating her pussy. Before she had donned the T-shirt the Princess had seen that the matching pink bra also had clear patches showing very clearly her areolas and nipples. The Princess felt fairly sure that this matching underwear had not been designed to resist manhandling very long, but more probably to excite a future partner who, if he did indeed exist, would hopefully find his lady friend without these encouraging extras. Her own undergarments were fairly fall in size, but probably rather more robust.

The Princess climbed onto the Sister's back and they tentatively tried some movements to see just how mobile they could be. If the Sister could move around, even with the Princess on her back, they would have a chance to retreat and attack to improve their position. If the only real chance was to remain static the Princess would just have to battle it out.

When everyone had practised riding the three bouts lined up with opponents five metres apart. At the sound to go, they rushed each other. The Princess and her opponent quickly grabbed handfuls of T-shirt and began tugging, pulling each other backwards and forwards and struggling at times to stay sat on their horse's backs.

The T-shirts may have been older but they were actually stronger than they looked and the tugging soon got rougher. For the moment the two horses stayed motionless, listening for any commands their riders might issue.

The Princess got a good grip on the T-shirt's neckline and she called to the Sister to back up. The Sister managed to move backwards, leaving the other horse static and helping the Princess to pull her opponent forward. As her opponent jerked backwards to try to avoid being unseated the extra pressure on the T-shirt resulted in it tearing down the front, even as the Princess' T-shirt was pulled out of the clutching hands, more or less intact.

“Forward” called the Princess and the Sister scooted forward and then round behind the other horse. Closing in fast the Princess put an arm around her opponent to keep her in place, even as she pulled the T-shirt over one of her opponent's arms. Switching she soon had the T-shirt right off so that anyone who was watching could enjoy the peek-a-boo bra.

Her opponent was not overly happy at the rapidity of her losing her T-shirt. Her horse began to make great efforts to twist the riders back face to face which she soon achieved.

There was no stipulated order to removing clothes and the Princess' opponent surprised her by ignoring the T-shirt and pushing her hands up inside it. As the T-shirt had been stretched with all the pulling this was very simple. Tugging on the Princess' bra she managed to pull it free from the boobs, even though it was still firmly in place.

With her opponent's hands both under her T-shirt the Princess was given untroubled access to that pink delight whose flimsyness scarcely resisted to the violent treatment the Princess gave it. Such a shame for the bra (which had probably been expensive) as it quickly ripped to pieces and was tossed away.

The Princess' opponent may be have been coming off second best, but she had been looking forward to having a bit of an unladylike scrap (even if she lost afterwards). The end seemed perhaps nearer than she had hoped. The Princess' T-shirt made tugging the bra quite limited and so, the opponent tried other tactics. She squeezed the Princess' boobs.

Now you will know that the Princess was not adverse to a bit of boob squeezing and so she squeezed her opponent's expansive mammaries back. There was a delightful minute when they looked each other in the eye and mutually squeezed. The Princess used her previous experience to cause more discomfort to her opponent than she was suffering which provoked her opponent into stopping first, pulling her hands out from under the Princess' T-shirt and prizing the Princess' hands from her boobs.

The Sister took this chance to smartly move forward, meaning that all contact was lost. The opponent had time to note the red fingermarks on her boobs before composing herself to fight back.

The two horses brought their riders back side to side. The Princess' opponent grabbed the Princess' hair with one hand, provoking the Princess to grab hers back. With her other hand she tried to destroy the T-shirt again. The Princess also had a hand free and so, taking the waistband of her opponent's knickers in her fingers she pulled upwards, bunching the material up into her opponent's pussy (no need now for the clear strip).

Feeling what this wedgie was doing to her the Opponent decided that what was good for the goose was also good for the gander and so the two soon had both hands pulling panties up and down their rapidly sore pussies.

Knowing that her underwear was rather poor in strength terms, the opponent kept one hand pulling on the Princess' knickers, while the other tried to create ever bigger holes in the fast-wearing T-shirt.

The Princess could feel that she was holding the knickers ever higher up her opponent's body, showing how much the cloth was stretching. One bigger yank and off they came, producing a mottled scream from their wearer as the cloth burnt her fragile skin.

Before the Princess could seal her victory, her opponent's horse had bolted with its naked rider clinging on. The Sister set off in pursuit. The other horse turned and charged. As the opponent rushed past she seized hold of part of the Princess's T-shirt and finally ripped a large amount of it off, showing the Princess' boobs to the rest of the world with her bra perched above them.

As the horses neared again the opponent surprised everyone by simply slapping the Princess' boob. The Princess reacted very quickly by slapping a boob back before realising that she could have accepted being slapped and simply grabbed her prize pussy.

The horses turned and charged each other again. Even as another slap landed on her boobs the Princess had grabbed one of her opponent's boobs firmly and, with the momentum threatening to topple her opponent off her horse, she grabbed exposed pussy with the other. Her opponent did topple off her mount, but by then victory had been claimed.

“Honour to the Victor” proclaimed her opponent, once she had picked herself up and she then spent what seemed an excessive amount of time using her mouth and tongue to 'kiss' the Princess' boobs which she clearly found to her taste suggesting perhaps that her exposed underwear had been chosen for a she rather than a he!

Then it was the Princess' turn to be 'horse' for the Sister. Success was not for them, even though the Sister did manage to strip her opponent of T-shirt and bra, and break the part of the panties that actually covered her opponent's body, but not the waistband meaning that her sex was on view, but not yet grabbable when that opponent dug her fingers into the Sister's pubes. There had been virtually no ancillary fighting and the Princess had remained more or less stationary while the two tangled with each others clothes.

After that there was time for a rest while the other six teams fought it out, leaving two groups of victors.

Six women were left in the Princess' group and all were required to team up with their 'horses' again, though some had to change horses when both members of one team had won through. The Princess was lucky that the Sister was able to provide her mount again. The riders were given pillows and told to try to knock the other riders off. No-one would be eliminated but the order of fall would decide who fought who after.

Pillows were swung with much gusto with attackers coming from anywhere as there were six riders swinging at the same time. The Princess enjoyed seeing her pillow land solidly on the others though a combined effort from two pillows fairly quickly unseated her. The riders were then paired up and the horses put out to pasture.

The rules were now simple. There would be a fairly short period where the pair would be encouraged to land smacks on posteriors or legs. Hair pulling was allowed. Then a buzzer would sound and the real contest begin. As before grabbing pussies was the goal, but in the midst of a general fight where being rough with each other was encouraged. The contest would be a best-of-five affair to determine a winner. In the event of a dead-rubber (because one had already reached three victories) the pair could choose to stop, or continue 'for the fun'.

The Princess was paired with a woman roughly her own age who wasted no time grabbing the Princess' hair and tugging her head strongly. The Princess obviously retaliated in kind. After a moment both released one hand from hair and they proceeded to redden each others backsides with some stinging slaps. Soon hair was released the better to slap and the contest descended into an attack and then defend strategy which brought about the Princess' downfall as it happened.

The buzzer to move to phase 2 went just as she was on full defence to protect her bum, leaving her pussy wide open to be very quickly grabbed by her opponent. She was 1-0 within literally five seconds. This rather dictated the style of what followed as the Princess used the wrestling skills that she had developed in the past to control her opponent until such time as she could dig her fingers into light haired covered mound. Because her head hurt from the hair pulling she made sure that her opponent was in no doubt that she had secured her hold!

Thus the Princess, almost clinically, won three bouts in a row, without any violent fighting. Her scalp still being sore (and her expensive hairstyle ruined, as was the styled hair of virtually all the others), she was not unhappy when her opponent asked if she was prepared to rough out the dead rubber.

Neither seemed too keen to end the fight too fast, and a rough but fair fight ensued where both suffered a bit more hair pulling, squashed breasts and a general working over of their bodies in a manner which both seemed to find quite satisfying. How long they might have continued was a moot point, as one of the other fights, currently tied at two grabs each got noisily out of hand and several non contestants had to intervene to pull the women apart. Interrupted by this the Princess and her opponent chose to cease their endeavours and instead they gave each other a big hug.

After discussion the two women who had let their tempers get the better of them were disqualified, thus leaving five women for the final.

The final was to be the roughest event, reserved for the 6 (now 5) women who had sucessfully battled their way through the rounds. The rules were simple; All the eliminated women would line up creating a sort of corridor. Four of the finalists would take their place spread out along the corridor and the fifth would try to go from one end of the corridor to the other. The four would, individually try to stop her. In order to eliminate a defender the standard pussy grab would suffice but the defender could be virtually as rough as she liked and the contestant's body would surely suffer (though she could be equally rough). As everyone would get to try to get through, there would be a chance to both defend and attack. The finalist completing the course in the quickest time would win, failing that no bout would last longer than five minutes and the one who got the furthest in five minutes would win. A draw was held to determine the order for each one. The Princess was to go third. The four defenders lined up down the corridor in the same order and, after each had past, they were to move forward one place. The Princess was therefore in second place at the start.

Perhaps not surprisingly all five finalists were in their 20s, the older women had all been eliminated. The hostess' daughter had been eliminated during the previous round and so now she could concentrate on the organisation.

The first to go was the tallest of the five, and the slimmest with tiny breasts and buttocks. She had put her long blond hair in a pony tail. Running was not allowed and so she set off walking quickly towards the first defender who quickly wrestled her to the ground, using the poney tail for leverage. She clawed the defender's chest and took advantage of the defender trying to protect her chest to grab hold of those targeted pubes and give them a good twist. Released she headed towards the Princess who, initially, looked to grab her in a kind of bear hug, slowing down her progress. Somehow she managed to twist round behind the Princess and repeat her earlier successful manoeuvre getting hold of both of the Princess' boobs.

The Princess trod down hard on her foot and spun round, so that both had boobs in hand. Princessly boob flesh squeezed out around those hands whereas the contestant's boobs were totally enveloped by the Princess' hands. The contestant could manoeuve the Princess by her boobs, but the Princess found this hard with her opponent's small tits and so she latched on to the nipples instead.

The contestant tried to kick her, so she kicked back, causing them to both lose their balance and fall to the floor, apart. Scrabbling to their knees they seized each other's hair to try to pull their opponent where they wanted them.

Amazingly agile, the opponent managed to get her legs into the Princess midriff and flip her, only releasing the hair at the last minute. Diving over the Princess she tried hard to reach her target. The Princess seized the blond thatched pussy, but was unable to stop one of those long arms reaching down and giving hers a grab that she could certainly not ignore.

The opponent moved on to the third defender whom she disposed off quite quickly before being held up rather longer with the last one finally completing the course in 4 minutes and 31 seconds.

The second girl to go was the smallest. Almost petite, but with a perfectly formed figure. She was quite a wildcat. The Princess had moved up into first base and Petite's tactic was to charge her, like a bull, presumably hoping to knock the Princess over. This didn't work as the Princess was ready for her and moving to one side she took Petite's head under one arm and used the momentum to flip her to the floor on her back, quickly reverse face sitting her.

Obviously just sitting on a player for five minutes would stop them completing the course but the hostess' daughter had thought of this. In the briefing she had asked that players be combative and fighting all the time, without lengthy stalemates. What was the Princess to do? Obviously there was only one thing, and what's more one thing she rather liked. As Petite couldn't tip her off she was able to take hold of those (not so) petite tits and see how well filled they were.

To improve things Petite was quite tanned, except for her tits which were delightfully white – or they were until the Princess' fingers went to work on them, producing increasingly red marks. The Princess knew that she would be encouraged to release the hold, so she heavily dumped her pubes on Petite's face, before releasing her arms and jumping to her feet.

Petite clambered up too and the look on her face suggested that she was more interested in revenge than finishing the course. She closed in quickly and her hands went straight for the Princess' chest. As soon as her boobs were in Petite hands the Princess ignored the bit of pain that Petite was producing and threw her arms round Petite squashing their bodies together and considerably reducing what Petite could do to hurt her. Dropping her hands to Petite's shapely bum the Princess squashed their abdomens together and began pulling those bum cheeks in various directions, but notably apart.

Tiring of that game she caught Petite by surprise and lifted her hands up, closing her body into Petite's with Petite's hands behind her. One arm held Petite in close while the other dropped down and her hand slid in between them until it found Petite pussy. Petite did what she could and pulled the Princess' hair, so the Princess pulled hers back. Her main hand however worked away eliciting grunts of pain from those Petite lips.

Petite resorted to trying to kick the Princess and the two pulled apart before the Princess took them both down to the floor where they rolled for a moment grabbing what they could – initially breast before the Princess got another grip on Petite Pussy who quickly managed to finally get her own grip. Both grips were a bit harder and went on a bit longer than strictly necessary.

The Princess had used up quite a bit of Petite's time and, even though she got through the 2nd base quite quickly, she failed to get any further before the five minutes were over.

Now it was the Princess' turn. Petite was on fourth base and the tallest girl on third. The other two had not yet had any contact with the Princess. She imagined that she might get a warm reception from Petite if she got that far. But first she had to get past the girl on first base. An athletic looking well-muscled girl, medium length dark hair and a few marks on her body suggesting that she had had some rough encounters. Mind you when the Princess looked at her body she noticed just as many marks which, in all the excitement, she hadn't noticed before. In fact all five girls were showing signs of battle.

First base had one idea in mind, to throw the Princess around like a rag doll. She didn't seem to want to mix it, attack any particular parts, merely to toss the Princess here and there. The fact that the Princess landed skillfully from the first throw caught her by surprise and the Princess was able to grab her legs and bring her down. It was then childswork to grab her pussy and squeeze. That could hardly have gone better.

Second base was different. Much the same build as the Princess, with dark auburn hair and the heaviest breasts among the five finalists she was clearly drawn to the Princess' perky boobs, even though they now looked a bit the worse for where. Grabbing the Princess round the neck with one arm she pulled her pussy into the Princess' thigh, shielding it from any stray hand. Finding her hair firmly gripped by the Princess didn't change her plans even if it did hurt her scalp. Their remaining hands couldn't reach their pussies (the Princess tried), espcially when second base realised that pulling hair upwards made reaching down more difficult and duly changed her method. They were out to hurt each other a bit though and second base tried a hand claw on the Princess' face.

The Princess was nothing if not sure of her preferences and so, when second base found a hand gripping her boob tightly and then twisting her nipple she decided that boob bashing had more going for it than face clawing. So two sets of boobs got a bit worked over.

Realising that time was advancing, the Princess doubled her hair assault and eventually managed to pull them both over. But Second base was quite an efficient fighter and she locked them up, rolling this way and that, her pussy firmly pressed against the Princess' most of the time and boobs banging into each other. The Princess pulled her hair, pinched a tit from time to time, but struggled to break free. She slapped Second Base's side, but this was ineffectual and it wasn't until she managed to move slightly up Second Base's body and then drive her knee into pussy that she regained any control of her body. Once her hand was free, she was in a position that allowed it to locate and grab pussy. She would like to have grabbed it harder (maybe later when the roles were reversed) but she felt she didn't have the time.

Third Base was occupied by the tallest of the competitors, who had successfully completed her run. She delayed the Princess quite a bit before getting Princessly fingers on her pubes, leaving the Princess to confront Petite again, but suspecting that there was very little time left.

Petite was in vengeance mood but there was not enough time for them to do more than give each others tits another squeeze or two. The Princess was disappointed not to have finished, Petite that they didn't have enough time to really test each other.

The Princess took her place on Fourth Base, as the Althletic Girl who had been on first base began her quest. It ended in abject failure as having struggled through the first two bases, she came up against Petite who was keen to compensate for what she hadn't had time to do to the Princess. The Athletic Girl was clearly tired and Petite worked her body over mercilessly leaving her even more marked and undoubtedly even more tired.

That just left the Auburn Hair who had 4 minutes 31 to beat. She got through the tallest girl quite quickly and made short work of Petite. The Princess slowed her down a bit, and she began to slow up from tiredness with victory in sight. The Athletic Girl found just enough energy to delay her before she crossed the line in 4 minutes 45 seconds to take second place.

A huge round of applause went up for the five finalists who had created a worthy spectacle for the others and had fun hurting each other. The tallest had won, perhaps due to her greater agility. At any rate all five hugged each other and mutually checked out the damage which, fortunately, was essentially superficial, nothing that wouldn't be gone in a few days. Mind you they were going to look a mess when they went home later that night, with no underwear as well.

The hostess' daughter hoped that everyone had enjoyed themselves. She added that, as some had been eliminated in the horseback competition, they might be feeling a bit left out, having watched the subsequent action. The room was theirs to use and if anyone wanted to pair up and have further fight action they were welcome to use it, provided none of the fights got out of hand.

The Princess (and most of the others who had been in the thick of the action) was quite ready to just rest, and maybe watch if others chose to fight. She could see women chatting amongst themselves and pairs forming, though not all of those eliminated early wanted more. She saw the Sister in discussion with a statuesque dark beauty and felt content for her.

A woman in her forties wandered over and asked the Princess whether she remembered her. It transpired that she had often seen the Princess, but when she was much younger. She told the Princess that she had enjoyed the horseback fight which had lasted for a while and, even though she had lost, she had found this new idea of combatting another great fun. She didn't want to risk having too rough a fight with someone she didn't know and she therefore wondered whether the Princess (tired as she must obviously be) would humour her and have a playful fight so she could see what it was like. Not painful, but just fun. Well, maybe just a little bit painful, otherwise she wouldn't get the right idea.

How could the Princess, tired as she was, say no to that? She couldn't and besides the woman seemed very pleasant, had a nice body which she obviously looked after, and could provide a pleasant epilogue.

As they moved to a part of the room where there was space they briefly chatted about what they didn't want to do – which left plenty of choice, provided that it wasn't too rough.

Clearly the woman (Charly – short for Charlene) was not sure whether she could stand pain, or whether she wanted to stand it, so to begin with they rolled around basically just trying to put a hand on breast or pussy, to mark their territory. Finally Charly started to apply a grip, so the Princess replied in kind and they spent a few minutes squeezing, pinching and pulling each other breasts, pussy lips, hair, bum cheeks, tummies … in a mildy competitive manner that seemed to fully suit both of them. No further damage was done to their bodies. For Charly the taboo of (wo)manhandling another's private parts was broken and they were able to go further than earlier fights in pulling the pussy lips, as it was done without violence and with little real pain. There was nothing sexual about it. The Princess saw to it that Charly's hairdo was as destroyed as her own and that, by the time they finished, she was a thoroughly satisfied and happy woman. The Princess briefly wondered whether she should find an excuse to invite Charly to her house, there to try for a repeat performance but, somehow or another, nothing was said.

There were no facilities for each woman to clean up and so, once each fight had come to an end, they had to put their outer clothes back on and rejoin their husbands or partners bruised, battered, hot, sweaty and totally dishevelled in order to return to their homes.

Quite what the Princess' husband had spent the evening doing (or with whom) the Princess had no idea. At any rate he made no comment about her appearance or how she had come by it and they returned home to their usual 'business' arrangement life.