AN AFFAIR OF HONOR
(By DEBBI-CHAN)
Jacqueline arranged
her dress, smoothed her stockings, and waited with almost
unbearable tension as the horse-drawn carriage clattered its
way down the streets of Paris. Snow fell in large, drifty
flakes from the night sky, dusting the streets with white
powder. The gas-lamps of the city cast a warm, flickering
glow across her creamy white skin, highlighting her high
cheeks and illuminating her dark eyes with tiny pin-points
of bright flame. With one hand she brushed aside her long,
ebony curled bangs from the side of her delicate face as she
leaned out to call to the driver.
“How much longer to Lady Colette’s?” she asked.
The driver was
silent for a moment before answering her. “We have almost
arrived, Lady Jacqueline, but I do not think you should do
this.”
“I have wanted to do
this ever since I met that blonde whore. She has disparaged
my honor, and I must not let that go unchallenged. I will
not let that tramp call me loose and wanton behind my back!”
huffed Jacqueline.
“As you say,
Madame.” The driver said as he hid his smile from his
mistress. Everybody knew that Jacqueline actually was the
town trollop, but finally someone had called her out,
embarrassing her in the high social circles of Paris. “We
are here,” he said.
Inside the mansion
that was Lady Colette’s winter home in Paris, Isabella
helped to prepare her mistress for Jacqueline’s arrival. She
was dressed as a proper French maid, with a black, ruffled
dress cut with a low bust line and a high ruffled skirt. As
Colette powdered her face and applied her rouge, Isabella
took her hair up and teased it into place. “It’s better to
wear it high, Madame, so as to put it out of reach of your
enemy.”
Colette turned and
smiled. Her youthful face beamed with joy for Isabella. She
reached out with her gloved hand and bent Isabella to her
lips before kissing her tenderly. “Thank you, my dear. You
are always looking out for me.”
Isabella returned
her mistress’ kiss with passion, and for a moment the two
were silent as they hungrily kissed each other’s lips.
Isabella softly caressed Colette’s naked breasts. “You must
be careful of these. She will try to hurt you here,” she
said as she lightly traced Colette’s nipples with her nails.
Breaking the kiss, Colette rose naked from her dressing
table and turned to the full-length mirror on the wall. Her
sleek body was toned and lithe, with large high breasts and
full hips that tapered into smooth, long legs. She turned,
and rested her hands gently on Isabella’s shoulders.
“I will be careful,
Isabella. Thank you for your help and your advice. I have
never fought a woman before, and I benefit from your wisdom
in these street matters.”
“We servants are
always getting into fights, Madame. The thing to remember is
that when girls fight, there are no rules. Men will talk of
tradition and rules when dueling, but there is no such thing
when a woman’s honor is at stake.” Isabella’s eyes fell to
the floor.
“Don’t worry for me,
Isabella,” Colette smiled again. “My hatred for Jacqueline
will sustain me. Now, help me into my garments.”
Isabella went to the
wardrobe and laid out her mistress’ corset, stockings, and
silk panties. The elaborate preparation was necessary, as
each woman wanted to show that she was the most beautiful,
the most radiant, and the most superior in every way. After
lightly powdering Colette’s body, Isabella slipped on the
tight hourglass shaped corset and drew the laces together.
Colette let out a gasp as her maid pulled hard on the
strings, cinching her waist and pushing up her already ample
bosom until they bulged invitingly from the top of the
corset.
“Where is your
mistress?” demanded Jacqueline as she roughly tossed her hat
and shawl to Isabella. They stood in the study, where a fire
roared across the large room and the shades were drawn on
the windows. The furniture had been pushed to the sides, and
a large oriental rug was laid out in the center of the room
to serve as an impromptu arena for their combat.
“She begs that you
await her here while she completes her preparations, my
lady.”
“She will be begging
for more than that once I have beaten her senseless,”
Jacqueline sneered.
“Yes, Madame,”
Isabella managed to say, although seething with anger at
Jacqueline’s insult.
Just then the doors
to the study opened, and Colette entered, her beautiful
yellow dress trailing behind her and rustling as she strode
rapidly into the room. The two studied each other for a
moment. Both women were tall for their sex, and made taller
so by the long heels they wore. They were statuesque and
bore almost classical features in their young faces, their
skin fair and smooth as alabaster. Colette had the more
ample bosom, but Jacqueline’s own breasts were proud and
firm in their own right. Jacqueline had worn her hair down,
its length spilling across her naked shoulders, while
Colette had hers tied up, which was necessary since her
golden locks usually reached to her buttocks if she let them
down.
On some silent
signal, they began to undress. They detached their skirts
and threw them aside. As they removed their dresses, neither
could keep her eyes from the other, as if daring the other
to look away. They stripped with eager intent, casting aside
their dresses until they were dressed only in their corsets,
panties and stockings. They kept their heels, as each
contemplated if the other would use them in combat. Thus
revealed they regarded each other again. Colette was slender
but not thin, and looked fast and sleek as a cat in her
white corset and stocking. Jacqueline was also well figured,
but had slightly fuller hips and round, powerful looking
thighs with well defined calves. Her corset and stockings
were as black as the deepest velvet.
“Leave us,”
Jacqueline hissed to Isabella.
“I am to stay to
observe and bear witness to the victor,” Isabella stated
simply.
Jacqueline whirled
on one heel and sharply cracked the back of her hand across
Isabella’s cheek, knocking her almost to the ground.
“I said to leave, you Italian slut!”
Isabella’s eyes
flashed and she rose as if to launch herself at the French
hellcat when Colette intervened. “Leave us, Isabella. The
victor will be clear enough. Lock the door on your way out,
and do not interfere no matter what you hear, until one of
us has left the room.”
Isabella hesitated,
and looked like she wanted to say something. But she bit her
lip instead and withdrew from the study. With a click, the
door was locked, leaving the two women alone.
“You should not have
struck her, Jacqueline. I will repay you in kind tonight for
the cruelty you have shown my maid.”
“Colette, you simple
bitch. It is I who will be leaving this study victorious
tonight, and you will be left weeping for your Italian
whore.”
“Enough!” shouted
Colette as she lunged towards Jacqueline. The two women
tumbled to the floor as Colette dug her hands into her
rival’s hair, pulling and scratching as they rolled around
on the ornate rug. Their stockinged legs weaved and slid
against each other as they searched for the opportunity to
kick vulnerable spots or squeeze soft waists and thighs.
Jacqueline bared her bright red nails and brought them to
Colette’s angelic face, now twisted in fury, and sought to
scratch and gouge her pretty green eyes. Colette barely
managed to avoid this, grasping at her opponent’s wrists in
a frantic attempt to keep them at bay, even as they tumbled
furiously, rolling here and there across the carpet. Their
shrieks and screams filled the air as they fought with
animalistic passion, each seeking to absolutely destroy the
other.
Colette twisted
herself free, and Jacqueline sprang to her knees beside the
roaring fire. The red glow of the flames flickered hungrily
across the combatants and set their heaving bodies aglow in
angry red light. Jacqueline sprung forwards like a jaguar,
snarling as she buried her hands in her rival’s blonde
tresses. Colette lashed out with her fist, and a dull crack
resounded as her knuckles connected with Jacqueline’s
stomach. Colette gasped and drew her fist back in pain. In
the heat of their struggle, she had forgotten the whalebone
that lie inside all corsets to help keep their shape; it
proved as hard as armor in a strip that ran down the front
of their corsets.
Jacqueline smirked
as she tore at Colette’s hair, “You silly girl, now I’ll
show you where it’s nice and soft!” she breathed in her ear.
Freeing one hand from Colette’s hair, she balled a fist with
the other and sent it hurtling into the side of Colette’s
narrow waist. The blow sunk in just below her ribs, forcing
a gasp from Colette’s scarlet lips. Before she could recover
her breath, Jacqueline sent another blow smashing into her
kidney. Colette sagged limply against Jacqueline’s chest,
but was hauled up again by her hair only to suffer another
terrible blow thudding into the back of her small waist. She
bit her lip and fought to stay upright on her knees even as
Jacqueline increased the pace of her blows, battering
Colette’s aching sides. Desperately she summoned her
strength, and reaching around Jacqueline, began to pummel
her own fists into Jacqueline’s back. The two woman ignored
the pain of the other's blows, and were frantically punching
and pounding at each other’s kidney and back, each blow
eliciting a gasp from the other, only to be returned in
kind.
They staggered and
swayed on their knees, holding each other up by the roots of
their lustrous hair. Colette’s braids became undone, and her
hair trailed beautifully down the small of her back,
stopping just above her heart shaped ass that shook with
every blow. Their sultry eyes buried themselves like daggers
in each other’s stare, and Jacqueline howled and snarled
with anger. Colette reached up with both hands and yanked
Jacqueline’s head down low, exposing her back as she
struggled to say upright. Jumping up, Colette drove her
elbow deep into her rival’s back, which landed with a
sickening thud. Jacqueline coughed once, and Colette crashed
her elbow again into her spine, knocking her down onto the
rug.
Jacqueline groaned
and lay sprawled out on the floor, her arms feebly trying to
prop herself up. Colette move up and clamped her thighs
around Jacqueline’s head in a kneeling position. She drew
her legs tightly together, trapping Jacqueline’s head, and
began to squeeze her smooth thighs together. Jacqueline
groaned again, and her hands scrambled to try and pry
Colette’s thighs apart. The soft embrace became a tortuous
vice that choked the air from Jacqueline’s lungs and turned
her face beet red. Jacqueline dug her claws into the back of
Colette’s thighs, scratching desperately at the insides of
those creamy limbs to escape the hold even as she moaned.
Colette shrieked but refused to relent, and clamped her
thighs together even harder. Reaching down across her back,
Colette grabbed Jacqueline’s panties with vicious intent,
yanking them hard into the crack of her rival’s round ass.
The fabric dug painfully into Jacqueline’s pussy and ass,
and Colette pulled harder until the bunched up fabric formed
a silky rope that dug into and parted the soft lips of
Jacqueline’s womanhood and tore at her soft slit. Jacqueline
screamed as her head was crushed and the furious Colette
savaged her pussy with her own panties. She sunk her nails
into Colette’s creamy ass cheeks and tore at the soft skin
in frustration and pain. Desperately, she slid her hand
beneath the soft fabric of Colette’s panties, her hand
searching.
Suddenly, Colette
shrieked and let loose a keening wail! Jacqueline slipped
her finger into the blonde bitch's anus and was pumping it
in and out, her nail scratching at the delicate insides of
Colette’s private region. Colette thrashed and pounded the
mat with her feet as Jacqueline ravaged her anus. She tried
to keep the pressure on Jacqueline’s head, bearing down to
make her stop, but Jacqueline’s finger was like an
unstoppable piston, scratching and sliding in and out of
Colette. Finally, she could bear it no more and rolled off
of Jacqueline, the finger sliding out of its tortured hole.
She cried a little as she clutched her hands between her
legs, trying to sooth the pain. Jacqueline lay breathless on
the mat, her chest heaving in huge gasps as she sprawled
motionless trying to regain her energy.
“You fucking bitch!”
cried Colette, leaping to her feet. Jacqueline quickly stood
up to meet Colette’s charge, and the momentum threw both
combatants into the large reading chair in the corner of the
room. Jacqueline landed hard into the chair, sinking into
the deep upholstery. Colette was screaming madly as she tore
at Jacqueline’s hair. Sliding her legs up on either side of
the chair, an exhausted Jacqueline managed to slip her legs
around the waist of her opponent and bring them together in
a devastating waist scissors. Colette stopped her hair
pulling immediately as the pain shot through her spine. Her
back arched painfully as Jacqueline, still seated in the
chair, poured the pressure into her powerful thighs. Colette
shouted and scrabbled at Jacqueline’s stockinged legs with
her nails as the crushing scissors wrapped around her waist
like a python. Jacqueline locked her shapely calves together
behind Colette’s back to add even more leverage to the
deadly hold.
Colette moaned and
struggled to separate Jacqueline’s long legs. The tight
corset that constricted her waist only aided her foe in
crushing her waist and ribs. The tight lacing drew even
tighter as Jacqueline squeezed and squeezed, racking Colette
with intense pain and causing her to throw her head back and
wail. Colette dug furiously into Jacqueline’s legs with her
emerald green nails, digging deep rips into the silk
stockings. This only served to infuriate Jacqueline, who
then reached up with both hands and gripped the top of
Colette’s tight corset, yanking it down.
Colette’s large
breasts spilled out from the top of the corset, exposing her
large rosy nipples. The hard corset now dug in painfully
beneath her breasts, pushing them up as if in ripe offering
to her opponent. With a flash of recognition, fear spread
into Colette’s mind as she remembered Isabella’s warning
about her breasts being targets during the battle. She
screamed even before Jacqueline thrust her red nails deep
into Colette’s mounds, gripping them with her claws and
sinking her nails into the top of those luscious orbs.
Trapped in Jacqueline’s shapely legs, her breasts on fire
from the tremendous gripping pressure being applied by her
rival’s talons, Colette struggled like a trapped animal, her
long silky hair whipping from side to side. She grabbed at
Jacqueline’s wrists, trying to pry away the iron hold that
threatened to burst her tits. With no escape in sight,
Colette had to retaliate. Reaching up, she tore at the low
top of Jacqueline’s corset until she had exposed the
brunette’s own smaller, but firm tits.
Latching on, Colette
dug her fingers deep into the soft flesh of Jacqueline’s
mounds. Jacqueline gasped but continued to crush Colette’s
waist with her legs while stabbing her nails into her
breasts, which now had little crimson welts where the nails
had scraped the tender flesh. It was a contest to see who
would surrender first to the tit mauling, but the scissors
on Colette was giving Jacqueline a decided advantage.
Colette could barely breath, and she needed to up the ante
or be forced to submit. She released one of Jacqueline’s
breasts, which now bore stark white marks where Colette’s
fingers had been squeezing moments before. She then brought
both hands to bear on Jacqueline’s left tit, clasping her
fingers together as they wrapped around that pleasure orb
until it bulged from the pressure.
Jacqueline groaned
from the double-fisted grip on her mammary. It was starting
to turn red from the pressure and was becoming very
sensitive. Colette could tell from the way that Jacqueline
was starting to whimper that she was winning this breast
war. She was surprised, however, to find that both their
nipples had become hard and erect from the abuse they were
enduring. Changing tactics, she released Jacqueline’s
throbbing tit and began pinching and pulling at her nipples.
The soft flesh was yielding, and Jacqueline wailed as
Colette stretched her engorged nipples almost to the
breaking point. Colette released them and they slammed back
painfully into shape, only to be yanked up again by a
clawing Colette who by now was using her long nails to dig
into the sensitive area around Jacqueline’s areola.
Jacqueline fought
back, cupping each of Colette’s breasts in her hands and
digging her nails into the soft flesh underneath those huge
mounds of milky flesh. With a final cry, she released the
scissor hold around Colette’s aching waist and bunched her
knees up underneath her, shoving her sharp high heels into
Colette’s breasts and kicking her away from the chair.
Colette screamed as she fell, and quickly inspected her red
and puffy breasts. The high heels had left deep scratches
across her nipples, tracing up along her breasts and chest,
and her tits burned from the abuse they had suffered at
Jacqueline’s nails. Her ribs felt sore from the brutal
scissors she had endured, and the corset now felt like it
was a size tighter than before. Jacqueline herself was
moaning and holding her tits, still slumped in the chair.
She rose up after a moment, still holding her left tit, and
the women began to circle each other, looking for the next
opening of attack.
It was Jacqueline
that lunged first, barreling headlong into Colette and
knocking both women to the floor. They struggled for
position, twisting this way and that as their feminine
bodies were forced into terrible contortions as they fought
for advantage. They struggled side by side until Jacqueline
managed to wrap her sexy but deadly thighs around Colette’s
head, trapping her in a headlock. But Colette was determined
not to be put at a disadvantage, and wrapped her own soft
thighs around Jacqueline’s own head. Side by side, the two
women rolled on the carpet, locked in mutual head-scissors
in a 69 position. They clawed at the vulnerable inner thighs
of their adversary, and dug their nails into each other’s
sculpted ass cheeks in an effort to inflict enough pain to
escape. They tore at each other’s silk panties until only
shreds remained, and then attacked each other where they
instinctively knew the other was most vulnerable.
Almost
simultaneously, Colette and Jacqueline jabbed their fingers
into each other’s pussy, spreading their lips and seeking an
opening to the velvety insides of their vaginas. Both girls
screamed in outrage as their probing fingers found each
other’s slit. Jacqueline tugged at Colette’s labia, twisting
it and digging in her nails in the soft love flesh, while
Colette frantically searched for Jacqueline’s clit, and
stabbed at it with her long nails. Their legs fell to the
side, the mutual head scissors forgotten, as both women
found new prey for their feline fury. The pain was
excruciating, and both women were yelling at the top of
their lungs as they dove into each other’s mound with
rending and tearing claws. Colette was on top, and used her
open hand to slap at Jacqueline’s womanhood, each stinging
blow bringing Jacqueline to the brink of tears, while
Jacqueline forced one, and then two fingers into Colette’s
dry pussy.
Colette gasped with
surprise and pain as Jacqueline’s digits invaded her
womanhood, and she took three of her own fingers and jabbed
them viciously into Jacqueline’s mound. She forced them
deeper and deeper as Jacqueline did the same, both women
raping each other with her fingers. Their dry pussies made
the penetration extremely painful, and each used her nails
to scrape at the insides of the other, tearing screams from
Colette’s lips and gasps and yells from Jacqueline. Almost
as if in natural defense, both their slits started to gleam
with wetness, and soon Colette found her fingers were
gliding easily inside Jacqueline. Taking advantage of her
wetness, Colette shoved ever deeper and faster into
Jacqueline’s twat, while Jacqueline did the same to Colette.
With every thrust they poured their venomous anger, and each
made sure to dig her nails into the soft inner walls as they
did so, and each was now crying from the terrible pain and
the shame of the intense violation they visited upon each
other.
Jacqueline, while
reaming Colette, remembered how the other girl had hated her
earlier invasion of her ass. Keeping her fingers buried
inside Colette, she jammed her thumb into Colette's anus and
pinched her hand together, holding onto her pussy and anus
like a bowling ball. Colette shrieked and thrashed while
Jacqueline used her nails and vice-like grip to torture the
blonde tramp. Colette was sobbing openly now, her chest
heaving and the tears streaking her make-up. “Stop! Please
stop!” she shrieked as Jacqueline continued to tear at her
anus and pussy. Colette released her hold on Jacqueline’s
twat and rolled onto her back, but Jacqueline followed,
refusing to release her own clawing grip on Colette’s
privates.
“You’re killing me!
Stop! Oh God!” Colette whimpered. But with a cruel smile,
Jacqueline only thrust her fingers and thumb deeper into
Colette.
“Don’t be such a
crybaby. This won’t kill you, but it may end your love
life.” Jacqueline popped her fingers out from Colette and
shoved them at her face. “Smell yourself!” she spat. “Smell
the scent of the whore that you are!”
“Please, no more. I
beg you!”
Jacqueline was
silent as she turned to sit on Colette's chest, kneeling to
pin her foe’s arms with her legs. She inched up on the
sobbing Colette until her dripping pussy was directly over
Colette’s tear-streaked face. Gingerly, she lowered herself
onto Colette, smothering her cries and gasping with pleasure
as her slit brushed across Colette’s fine features. Rocking
back and forth, she began to pleasure herself as she sat on
Colette’s face, rubbing her engorged lips across Colette’s
nose and lips. “Lick it,” she demanded, and an obedient and
subdued Colette tentatively flicked her tongue out, probing
Jacqueline’s wet slit with her mouth.
Jacqueline moaned
and sighed as she rubbed her pussy all over Colette’s face,
while Colette tongued her pussy and clit. Faster and faster
she rocked against Colette until her moans grew and her body
began to shudder in expectation of a tremendous orgasm.
Jacqueline was so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she
never heard the latch of the door open, and Isabella creep
quietly in.
Isabella inched up
slowly behind Jacqueline and her prone mistress. The fury
and hatred in her eyes were mixed with tears she had shed
when she had heard her mistress screaming capitulation
through the study door. Jacqueline was arching her back and
riding Colette’s face, moaning with pleasure and oblivious
to Isabella’s vengeful intent.
With a scream,
Isabella dove on top of a shocked Jacqueline, pulling her
hair back and digging her nails into Jacqueline’s already
battered left tit. Both girls sat astride a stunned Colette,
fighting and clawing. Jacqueline reached behind to grab at
Isabella's hair, but the more experienced Isabella ducked
her head out of the way while yanking back hard on
Jacqueline’s raven tresses. With her other hand, Isabella
attacked Jacqueline’s breast ruthlessly, digging her nails
in and drawing bright beads of blood. Letting go of
Jacqueline’s hair, she kept one hand on her breast to
control her while she thrust the other down into
Jacqueline’s dripping wet pussy that was still hovering over
Colette’s face.
“Take a good look,
Madam. This is how you maul a pussy!” And with that she
shoved her fingers into Jacqueline’s slit and pumped her
until Jacqueline shuddered and moaned in intense orgasm.
“It’s always more sensitive once you make them cum.”
Isabella explained.
Jacqueline tensed in
horror, knowing what was coming, as Isabella used her
forefinger and thumb to roughly grab the brunette’s enlarged
clit. The cry that wrenched from Jacqueline’s lips was so
loud that it echoed throughout the study as Isabella pinched
her clit with her nails while simultaneously raking her
claws against Jacqueline’s black and blue breasts. Standing
up, Isabella looked down on a sobbing Jacqueline before she
raised her heel and kicked her to the ground. “I will teach
you to remember never to cross my mistress again,” she spat
as Jacqueline sprawled to the ground. “Help me, Madam. Hold
her leg.”
Each girl took hold
of one of Jacqueline’s legs, wrapping her stockinged ankles
under their arms and grabbing them with both hands to get a
secure grip. “Now pull!” Colette and Isabella yanked hard on
Jacqueline’s long and curvy legs, splitting them apart at
the crotch while Jacqueline lay on her back and gasped with
pain. The cords of her muscles stood taut inside her soft,
alabaster thighs, and her pussy lay dangerously exposed.
Standing on either side of her, the women started to rain
kicks down between Jacqueline’s legs. First Isabelle would
demonstrate, lashing out and connecting with the tip of her
toe against Jacqueline’s still wet mound. Jacqueline
screamed when the shoe connected and parted her love lips,
burying itself in her pussy. “Aim for her clit.” Isabelle
said, and Colette would grin and send her shoe deep into the
folds of her enemies’ slit, sending Jacqueline screaming as
her ass was lifted off the floor with the force of each
blow.
“If you are wearing
heels in a fight, you should use them.” Isabelle instructed.
Still holding Jacqueline’s leg, she hiked up her skirt and
placed the spiked heel of her shoe against Jacqueline’s left
tit, centering it on her nipple. Colette did the same with
the right, and both girls began to apply slow pressure with
their feet, sinking their spiked heels into Jacqueline’s
sensitive nipples until Jacqueline's tits caved inwards
around the points of the heels, her nipples pressed in
painfully. The tortured girl moaned and cried out from the
twin points of fire that raged in her chest.
“Now, finish her.
Make her remember that she must never challenge you again.”
Colette thought for
a moment while Jacqueline whimpered on the ground. Grasping
both her legs, Colette centered herself so that she had a
clear view of Jacqueline’s crotch, and jammed her spiked
heel into Jacqueline’s slit. Jacqueline’s mound exploded in
pain as the heel dug deep within her vagina, the sharp point
digging into her soft flesh. Colette ignored the screams and
began to kick Jacqueline in the pussy, her heel still
imbedded in that wet slit, so that each thrust of Colette’s
shapely leg sent her shoe slamming against Jacqueline’s
pubic mound while her heel dug deeper into her pussy.
Jacqueline was close to passing out, and could only groan
with each penetrating shove. Colette would revive her by
grinding her heel against Jacqueline’s mound until she woke
up screaming, only to pass out again. After about five
minutes of this, Colette slipped her heel out of
Jacqueline’s pussy and let her legs drop limply to the
floor.
“Thank you,
Isabella, for being such a great teacher,” she smiled as she
kissed her maid.
“It is only my duty,
Madam,“ Isabella smiled as she led her still battered
mistress out of the study and towards the bedroom. “What
shall I do with this trash?”
“Send for her driver
and tell him to pick her up. You needn’t bother yourself
with the mess. Besides, I have other duties for you to
attend to,” purred Colette as she steered Isabella towards
the poster bed, and closed the bedroom door behind them.
The End