The Princess Chronicles : 12 : Royal Battle

by Aristocatch

The TV Presenter wasted no time after the charity recording was released in arranging various TV appearances with the Princess and the others to ensure maximum publicity and so vast amounts of money were raised for the disaster fund. Of course the recording was soon pirated and put on file-sharing sites but such was the emotional appeal of helping those in need that many people made voluntary donations even after having copied the recording for free.

Blue Hair's position in the company she worked for grew in importance and she became the link between their efforts arranging fund-raising dos and appearances by the Princess. Even the Princess' husband was happy as he was able to bask in his wife's new (greatly improved) reputation (probably because it allowed him to make more money).

The TV Presenter took advantage of seeing the Princess regularly to arrange to visit her and these visits soon became regular roughly monthly events depending on their schedules. Each time they would spend an hour or more having what could be termed a rough sex fight. They developed an interesting combination where they would fight hard (and painfully) until one felt sufficiently in control to begin sexual moves designed to force the other to sexual pleasure. The first to come lost, though their fights never stopped until they had exhausted each other physically. The winner (ie the one forcing the other to come first) could chose her moment, sometime during the ensuing night, to arm herself with a sex toy and force further “pleasure” on the loser who had to accept her 'punishment' for losing.

These encounters would probably have stopped fairly quickly had they not been very evenly matched. No-one ever dominated so that pain and pleasure were ditched out in very similar quantities and the loser was rarely the same twice running. There was no incentive to seek alternative opponents and so they continued to leave each other scratched and sore and sexually drained at periodic intervals.

Then the Princess' husband suddenly announced that it was time to have an heir. Marital duties were resumed, fortunately perhaps not at the ideal time of the month, so that when TV Presenter came for one of her visits, the Princess was sure that she was not yet pregnant. They evolved their style of fighting a bit, anticipating that this could be the last for some time. They fought for submissions and, after gaining a submission the winner subjected the loser to an intense sexual burst using whatever means they wanted. The sex was intense, which encouraged the fighting to be even harder to try to win and subject the other to greater 'pleasures'. Tears of pain mixed with tears of ecstasy and when they finally stopped they both agreed that it was perhaps as well that they were going to take a break – it was unlikely that they would be able to match such intensity.

And so, the Princess became pregnant and gave birth to a son, followed eighteen months later by a daughter. During this time she saw more of her husband who did what was necessary to produce two children (it took a while both times) and gave every indication in the bedchamber that he was enjoying what he was doing. Once the daughter was born, however, his bedroom presence ceased and his absences from the home increased. He did at least pay for a Nanny so that the Princess was able to renew her charitable involvement and public appearances.

And finally, her parents realised the potential of fund raising. If they had been shocked by the Princess' nude wrestling recording, when they heard how much it had raised, they put their principles aside and congratulated her on her efforts but it took them fully five years to decide to have something similar organised in their own home. Of course, they contacted their daughter to participate and 'sold' participation fees to the wealthiest women who, for the most part, were delighted to be able to do something otherwise taboo to benefit those in need. Many were used to sunbathing nude in the privacy of their own homes, or on private beaches (sometimes incognito on public beaches) but being forced to become naked before an audience (who were paying to see just that) was one step beyond what most of them would have done without the peer-pressure stimulus.

The idea was very simple. Put all the women in one area. Tell them to strip each other and then, once naked, tip naked women out of the fighting area until only one left. Standard battle royale.

Supplementary rule to liven things up a bit, once parts of the body are uncovered they can become target areas and a naked woman can target such parts (even uncovered) to prevent being ejected (but more for fun than for violence). Get out clause; any naked woman who did not want her privates manhandling could opt to leave the arena of her own accord.

No less than thirty women paid their money to take part. Aged from 18 to over 50 they were the wives or daughters of wealthy men, or just wealthy in their own right. Their sizes varied as much as their ages but fortunately no-one who wasn't physically capable of taking part signed up.

Many of those paying to watch were the husbands or fathers who, for the most part, were probably paying more to see the other women undressed than their own spouses or offspring! But, providing they were paying who cared?

The Princess looked at the other participants. Clearly there was a competition to see who could have the most expensive clothes damaged! One woman, in her early fifties, stood out. Immaculately made up under an exquisite hair do and clothes clearly made for her by a top couturier. For the Princess that said 'target' with the main ambition of how to destroy all that. She imagined that others would have the same thought. Then there was the Ambassador's daughter – much more grunge, but expensive grunge. The more she looked at her, the more the Princess felt that it would be fun to cross swords with her. Even through the grunge it was clear that she was a pretty girl and that she had a reasonable bust-line (unless it was fake). To make sure, the Princess would need to get her hands on those boobs.

The Princess had decided beforehand that, as the daughter of the hosts, it was her role not to stay in the battle too long. She now had two women that she wanted to get to grips with first, however, without counting those who, knowing she had taken part in the first charity fight, would want to be able to say that they had tangled with her. Such is fame!

As organisers, the Princess' parents had decided to keep their distance and they had appointed a specialist recommended by Blue Hair's employers to organise things. She was now explaining the rules (despite the fact that they had been sent to everyone in advance to ensure that no-one took part without knowing what might happen to them). Then she invited all those still willing to take part to enter the arena.

Entering the arena the Princess noted that, not only was the Ambassador's daughter taking part, but her mother was there to. Would they get to grips? The Princess could not imagine the idea of a daughter grabbing her Mum's boobs, but each to their own.

The Princess was fully dressed, except for footwear as the rules required that everyone have bare feet for safety purposes. Her clothes were correct, but a bit older. She wasn't about to lose her best affairs.

Within seconds of the start, someone starting pulling her jacket from behind. Seeing a nice frilly blouse in front of her the Princess pulled it so hard that buttons flew everywhere. As her jacket was pulled off she was free and very close to that lady in her designer clothes. A lovely skirt shredded deliciously as the Princess pulled it. The woman looked peeved, so the Princess pulled her hair out of its fancy shape before turning her attention to someone who was trying to remove her skirt.

The fun part of such an event is to get to grips with as many participants as possible and the Princess did just that, moving around the arena and slowly losing her clothing. She had in sight the Ambassador's daughter who was showing much fighting spirit, even though she seemed to be losing her clothes as quickly as she ripped off others. By the time the Princess got near her the Ambassador's daughter's blouse was button less and open, showing that she hadn't deemed it necessary to wear her bra – proving of course that her tits were real. This didn't stop the Princess pulling the blouse open and grabbing those large mammaries.

The Princess' blouse was partially undone, but she still had a lacy bra on. Technically her boobs were not yet a target area, but this didn't stop the Ambassador's daughter grabbing them even before she had pulled the bra clear. The Princess dragged them both to the floor (which had a tenancy to stop others interfering). The daughter eased the Princess' boobs out of her bra and the two tested out the firmness of the others chest.

In a Battle Royale you do not have the luxury of being able to have one-on-one fights and so it wasn't long before they were interrupted by others trying to rip off their clothing. Before they let go of each others boobs the Princess heard the daughter say something about being continued after, without knowing what she meant.

By now the number of women in the ring was starting to decrease as naked participants were ejected from the fighting area. Not surprisingly the fancily-dressed woman was one of the first to be naked, but she showed plenty of fighting spirit grabbing body parts of those who sought to grab hers, or eject her from the arena. She seemed quite happy to have her boobs or pussy manhandled, so long as she was dishing out some manhandling to others.

The Princess was quite aware that she was also a target, on account of who she was, and she was far from the last to have all her clothing removed. This had the advantage though of allowing her to grab boobs or even pussy of other contestants; some partially clothed and one or two equally naked. This was the best part of the competition for the Princess who, as we know, enjoys this sort of behaviour. She had the Ambassador's wife's tits being mauled by her hands when she saw the Ambassador's daughter approaching. Expecting the daughter to come to her mother's aid she was surprised when the daughter prized the Princess' hands off her mother's boobs only to replace them with her own, telling the Princess, in crude terms, to target her mother between the legs! The Princess didn't need asking twice and so the poor mother found herself being hurt at both ends.

To the Princess' pleasant surprise the Mother fought back, pulling one of her daughter's nipples as well as one of the Princess'. The three fell to the ground, losing their holds and then grabbing what they could, in the Princess' case the daughter's down-covered pussy. Her own pussy was being squeezed by the Mother who was being hurt, boobs and pussy by her own daughter. Happily for their enjoyment this lasted quite a few seconds allowing them to change their targets before other people became involved. The upshot was that both the Mother and the Princess were ejected.

The Mother seemed rather disappointed and so, being the charitable kind, the Princess led her away from the arena where, in a quieter corner, they were able to have a short but painful little battle of their own where the Mother proved to be able to give as good as she got.

Only a handful of women were left in the arena, and the few remaining clothes were soon destroyed. Then mayhem descended as each tried to grab what she could while it was still possible, ignoring ejecting competitors from the arena. This probably started getting painful as efforts to eject those who grabbed the hardest soon resulted in the Daughter being ejected, as well as one other younger and more violent competitor.

Then there were only three left and finally two, who somehow got hold of each other and left the arena locked together in such a way that a tie had to be declared with both being awarded a bottle of champagne for their efforts.

Almost as soon as the contest was over the Ambassador's daughter appeared at the Princess' side to ask her if she was up for a private game. They had arranged to use a quiet room at the far side of the house and, if the Princess joined them, they would be ten, which was ideal. How could she refuse and spoil their game?

As the Princess followed the Daughter to the room the Daughter filled her in on the details which made her very glad she had accepted. If everyone enjoyed themselves they thought that the game could be renewed periodically at different venues. For now players had been chosen by the first five volunteers who had each selected the opponent they wanted to take on (until they had found one who accepted) but in further rounds a draw could be made at the start to form random pairings.

The rules were simple. You had to score six points to win. The six were licking and sucking both nipples without a break between, biting both nipples (a break was allowed), rubbing pussy over face, forcing two fingers (preferably covered in juices) into mouth. These four above the belt had to be completed before attacking below the belt. A prolonged period with two fingers in pussy and a sufficient penetration with one in the rear end. There was no required order, other than above the belt first and it was encouraged to touch below the belt even when points could not be scored. At the end of five matches, the team who had won the most would be given thirty minutes to do what they liked (provided that it didn't provoke an injury) to the losing team.

The Princess didn't need to be told that she had been selected by the Daughter and that they would get to renew their brief fun of earlier. The Daughter's Mother was also taking part (on the same team) and she had selected the lady who had been so immaculately dressed, but who had shown a willingness to mix it despite her outward appearance (which was now by no means immaculate!). The two were much of an age. The others were quite a mix of ages and sizes. The Princess recalled two or three from during the fight, she knew another through her mother, but the others she hadn't noticed (which didn't mean they hadn't ripped each others clothes earlier).

The Princess wasn't going first, so it gave her a chance to watch the first match which was won by her teammate, reasonably easily, even if both got well fingered and licked.

The Ambassador's wife was on next and it was quickly clear that her opponent was not as ladylike as her appearance had suggested. Fortunately for the Wife, she was more interested in doing everything she could to the Wife without any structure. The Daughter's Mother was sexually manhandled and even roughed up a bit far more than she handed out, but as she stuck to a game plan, she gradually ticked off the points and actually claimed the 6th point first (with a triumphant digital insertion that seemed a fitting way to ram home her victory). Her opponent must have been kicking herself for losing a match that she should have won.

Then it was the Princess' turn. She quickly realised that five years had past since her last fight during which she had had two children. She had got her shape virtually back and, even if her perky boobs weren't quite the shape that had so impressed all who saw them, they were still pretty good. The Ambassador's Daughter was however a few years younger and, as they say, fighting fit. Fortunately she didn't seem to have learned any lessons watching her mother and she started like her Mother's opponent. Like a whirlwind she overwhelmed the Princess, sexually stimulating all parts of her body, but without scoring points. The Princess hung on in there, concentrating on wrestling more than trying to touch the erogenous zones and initially, at least, it paid off as, after two minutes of being fingered, rubbed and licked, she found herself atop the Daughter and pulling the Daughter's face into her crotch with a good handful of hair. The Daughter didn't seem to mind losing a point and gave that crotch a good licking while she was at it.

Resuming at one nil down the Daughter concentrated her attacks on the Princess' pussy (even though she couldn't score any points). Her finger(s) seemed to be inside rubbing away almost all the time. Unable to score any points the Princess was more or less obliged to return fire with fire whenever she could get her hands on either pussy or boobs, though this seemed more like consolation than anything else.

The sudden shift in the Daughter's tactics showed that she did actually have a game plan. The Princess found herself with two fingers dripping with her sex juices thrust into her mouth, even as the Daughter took one of her nipples between her teeth and pulled. Swinging her body round she plonked her sex on the Princess' face and demanded a licking (which she would have got anyway). Straight from there she bit the other nipple and suddenly was three-one ahead.

After this mad rush of points there was a calmer period when both were trying to suck and lick the others boobs. Much sucking and licking went on from both of them, but neither was able to follow up on the second boob fast enough to score the point. Four nipples were at maximum length and both contestants were visible excited by this mutual breast treatment.

The Princess had a good idea and managed to get the Daughter in a reverse face-sit even though she had already scored the point, probably because the Daughter wasn't expecting her to do this. From there she was able to lick and suck both of the Daughter's generous boobs more or less at will and reduce the deficit in the scoreline. Before she could try biting the Daughter had forced her way free, and clamped the Princess' head in a leg scissors. Fortunately for the Princess, the Daughter couldn't twist her body enough to get her mouth on the Princess' boobs so, maintaining the hold, she renewed playing between the Princess' legs and, even though she couldn't score those points yet, she did all she could to stimulate the Princess sexually both via pussy and bum.

The Princess recalled the Niece with whom she had fought before and felt that the Daughter was of a similar nature – red hot sexually but also very competent wrestling. They had been fighting long enough for her to know that, logically, the Daughter was going to win the match, but she was determined that the Daughter would know she had been in a fight first. With a bit of wriggling she could just about reach the Daughter's sex with one hand and so she fought fire with fire, getting her fingers wet with the evidence of how turned on the Daughter was and inserting them elsewhere.

What the Princess was doing to her didn't seem to unsettle the Daughter in the slightest and for a brief moment the Princess wondered whether the Daughter wasn't trying to make her cum in front of the others. There was nothing in the rules to say she couldn't but slowly the Daughter began to adjust her position. The Princess' head was free, but suddenly those legs were around the Princess' middle and she could feel damp pussy against her body. She knew what the Daughter was working to do (she had to suck both breasts) and, seizing her moment, the Princess whose arms were free seized the Daughter's hair with one hand and pulled her head forward so that she could shove the fingers which had been in the Daughter's pussy into her surprised mouth.

Although that meant the score was even, the Daughter didn't panic. She made sure she had the Princess well held between her legs and then began to suck and lick the nearest of those perky boobs. The Princess had one arm blocked, but the other was free and so she tried pulling hair which briefly caused the Daughter to stop licking, while she removed the hand, and so she had to start again. By the sensations that she was producing the Princess was clear that this was not the first time the Daughter had tended lovingly to boobs.

When the Daughter moved enough to be able to apply the same treatment to the other breast the Princess managed to grab one of the Daughter's breasts and, instead of caressing it, she set about causing it pain. She was sufficiently successful that the Daughter had to abort her attack to deal with the hand, which meant that she had to start tit treatment again. Giving up with the leg scissors she had to fight her way until she was pinning the Princess' shoulders, making sure her hands were out of harm's way. She then renewed what she had been doing before. This time the Princess could find no obvious way of halting the move and so she just enjoyed the sensations that the Daughter was skilfully producing. Four to three.

They broke apart. Already their contest had lasted longer than the previous two. Both had points to score below the belt, while the Princess also had a bit of biting to do.

It took the Daughter no time at all to reinsert her fingers inside the Princess' pussy and so claim the fifth point, even if the Princess had her fingers inside the Daughter at the same time. As the Princess had not finished the top half she could not score any points below the belt.

It merely required the Daughter to move her fingers a fraction to win the entire match but, as she was lying down the Princess' body she couldn't get at her target and all the while she left her pussy (and rear end) where the Princess could easily reach them. While the Daughter did all she could to reach that bit further, she had to contend with the Princess fingering her pussy and bum at the same time. Maybe the thought even crossed her mind that the Princess was trying to make her cum (which wasn't far from the truth), but she gritted her teeth and tried to ignore what she was feeling so as to concentrate on her quest.

The time came when the Daughter became sure that she was in danger of being made to orgasm in front of the others and, although she had continued fingering the Princess (who was not too far away from that result herself), she came to the conclusion that she would have to change her tactics. As she rolled away the Princess' fingers came out of her with loud plops.

The two faced up, on their knees and the Princess hurled herself forward, knocking the Daughter backwards, but leaving tits unprotected and so the Princess grabbed a nipple between her teeth and pulled, being careful not to cause any damage with her teeth. She didn't have time to target the other nipple however, as the Daughter quickly rolled her off.

For what seemed like ages they thrashed around as the Daughter tried to get behind her and the Princess tried to sink her fangs into Daughter's boob. The Princess resorted to rougher tactics, grabbing the Daughter by her boobs and bringing them ever closer to her mouth. Then she was there and the second nipple was in her teeth, the fourth point won. That would have been perfect if the Daughter had not sacrificed her nipple and plunged her finger up to the hilt where it had to go to claim the match. The two were exhausted.

The fourth fight was won by the Princess' team bringing the match scores level at two apiece. The fifth match dashed their hopes of victory as the Ambassador's family's team romped home with their player totally dominating her match and probably regretting that her opponent hadn't managed to excite her more.

That gave the Ambassador's family's team half an hour. They amused themselves by donning strap-ons and rotating their 'victims' so that each one got to to use the strap-on on all five of their opponents. Finding they still had plenty of time left they all obliged the person that each had defeated to eat out their pussies until everyone had given and received a maximum of pleasure.