Family Feud Chapter 1
by Mickey One



a story of fiction conceived and written by Mickey One

It began innocently enough. Lady Laura Wentworth was taken aback while
perusing the nameplate placements for that evening's dinner as she strolled
among the tables during the cocktail hour. She immediately noticed that she
had been relegated to the far reaches of the ballroom, well away from the main
table and seated a great distance from most of her friends. In addition and
even more galling was the fact that Lady Phoebe Colbert had been seated in a
superior location, nearer the main table and among many of their mutual
acquaintances.

This incident takes place in the first years of the twentieth century in the
horse country of Virginia. The Wentworths and the Colberts, two of the
wealthiest families in the state, are neighbors but never had been par
ticularly friendly. This extended most certainly to the two young women in the
families, both the same age, presently 23, both therefore, in that era, of
prime marrying age and, therefore, both rivals for the eligible males in the
nearby countryside. This particular social affair is a formal dinner dance
held at one of the many large estates in the area and both the Colbert and
Wentworth women had targeted the evening to be a success in terms of
establishing their place prominently in Virginia society. Thus, Lady
Wentworth's great concern over the seating arrangements for dinner.

"Easy to remedy" Laura Wentworth mused, "I'll simply change the nameplates
while everyone is in the other room with their cocktails and put myself at the
table with my friends and relegate young Miss Colbert to the back of the
room".

Lady Wentworth proceeded to do just that, switching both her nameplate and
that of Lady Colbert and the plan seemed to go perfectly. However, just as she
was placing the Colbert nameplate in its revised postition, she heard a voice
from the doorway of the huge dining room, "What the hell do you think you're
doing"?

Without turning, Laura knew the voice belonged to Phoebe Colbert and silenty
hoped the other woman had not actually seen her make the switch of nameplates.
Her hopes were soon dashed.

"I've been standing here for five minutes, watching you slither between
tables, rearranging the seating to suit your convenience. Now why don't you
just go back and put the nameplates in their original position", said the
young Colbert woman in a tone that Laura considered to be a decidedly
condescending.

"Why don't you simply mind your own business and go back into the other room
and finish drinking yourself silly", Laura replied, "I, myself, have people to
see". Lady Wentworth then began to walk towards the doorway and past Lady
Colbert, into room where the cocktail hour was still in full swing.

"You're not going anywhere until those nameplates are changed back",challenged
Lady Colbert, standing directly in the doorway, hands on her hips, legs spread
slightly apart, blocking the other woman's exit.

It is probably useful, at this point, as they come face to face in the
doorway, to comparatively describe the the two protaganists. Lady Laura
Wentworth is 5'6" tall, light brown hair and carries 130 pounds on what has
often been described as a lanky frame She possessed long legs and arms, a
tapered waist and firm hips and breasts. Phoebe Colbert, on the other hand, is
a decidedly shorter, 5'3", black hair and she manages 125 pounds without
appearing to be fat in any way; sturdy might be a more reasonable description.
She has thick, rather muscular legs and thighs and reasonably muscular arms,
very little definition in the waist area, wide hips and large breasts that she
considers to be her best feature. Both are accomplished horsewomen and while
Phoebe is the lone child in her family, Laura is the youngest child in a
family with three brothers. Thus, while Laura has the more athletic frame of
the two women, Phoebe is, by far, more muscular.

With Phoebe stationed in front of the doorway, what to this point had been a
reasonably low key, albeit, strained conversation escalated into a shouting
match, with Laura demanding that Phoebe move out of the way and the Colbert
woman being equally adamant about the fact that she wasn't budging from the
spot until Laura Wentworth rearranged the nameplates.

The argument, approaching an out of control stage, had attracted the attention
of several of the guests previously fully engaged in the cocktail hour,
including the host, Andre Sandberg, who rushed to the doorway and positioned
himself between the now seething females. After listening, as best he could to
each side, Mr Sandberg quickly concluded that the two women simply could not
remain where they were, lest the argument become a major distraction to his
guests.

"Phoebe, Laura", he pleaded, "please don't ruin the party over a silly
disagreement of who sits where. I'm sure you can both work out a solution. Why
not go out on the veranda, get some fresh air and I'm certain a compromise can
be reached". Sandberg was more interested in moving the two females out of
sight and hearing of his guests than he was of coming to any compromise.

With that, Phoebe spun on her heels and marched across the ballroom towards
the large doors leading to the veranda. Laura followed closely behind. So did
a number of their friends who were anxious to see how these two known
antagonists finally settled their argument.

Arriving on the veranda, the Colbert woman again spun on her heels to face her
rival. The two women stood within inches of each other and continued to hurl
invectives in each other's direction, the nature of the remarks getting more
personal as the argument raged. Seeing no end in the discussion, Laura
Wentworth finally stated, "The nameplates stay where they are and that's that.
Now move your fat ass out of my way before I do it for you".

As Lady Wentworth started around the Colbert woman, Phoebe, suddenly and quite
unexpectedly, slapped Laura hard on her right cheek. Laura staggered from the
force of the blow, regained her balance and answered in kind, an open handed
blow also to the smaller woman's cheek. Several of the bystanders, seeing the
tenor of the argument turn physical, jumped in between the two, now engaged,
combatants and separated them before more blows could be struck.

Staring hard at the Colbert woman, Lady Laura Wentworth snarled between
clenched teeth, "If that's the way its to be, lets do it up proper. Lets take
ourselves down to the grove behind the gazebo and settle this thing with our
fists".

"That's the best music I've heard all night" replied Lady Colbert, flexing her
shoulder muscles, "I'm gonna enjoy knocking you on that skinny ass of yours".

The contingent that had crowded on the veranda now proceeded apace across the
huge lawn, past the gazebo and into a grove surrounded by trees, barely
visable from the big house. The two women, were quickly encircled by the rest
of the group, the young males in a high state of excitement, the females, glad
to be away from what they felt was turning into a boring evening. This little
diversion seemed to promise to be anything but boring.

Both the Wentworth and Colbert women quickly realized that they could not
engage in any type of physical combat in the formal clothes they were wearing.
Simultaneously, each woman began to remove her formal gown, along with the
several petticoats immediately underneath and her shoes. Both young ladies
were adorned, under the gowns and petticoats, in similar undergarments, known
in that era, as bustiers. These were essentially foundation garments that
extended from a woman's bustline down to her hips. Each woman also wore
stockings held in place by garters extending from the bottom of the bustier
and each also wore, underneath the bustier, what were, in those days, known as
underpants and would later evolve into the simpler term, panties. These
garments, in the case of both Laura Wentworth and Phoebe Colbert were silk,
white panties and startlingly sheer for the era. Additionally, in the manner
of the time, each woman's panty exhibited a slight frontal mound indicating a
rather copious amount of pubic air. Once they were shorn of their clothes, the
two women turned to face each other, seemingly oblivious to their public
semi-nudity, given their mutual desire to get at the other.

There was no signal from either woman or from anyone in the crowd, but
suddenly both women emitted a low growl and closed the distance between them.
The smaller Lady Wentworth was the immediate aggressor and began hurling
punches in what can only be described as a haphazard fashion. None of these
blows landed, but they served to cause Lady Wentworth to backpedal to avoid
being hit with the wild swings. Following the initial skirmish Phoebe Colbert,
possibly winded by her initial agression, backed off slightly to catch her
breath and rethink her strategy. Laura Wenthworth, likewise, took a step back,
but she, strangely, appeared to maintain a hint of a smile on her face.

The smile had good cause. It has been noted that the Wentworth woman had grown
up in a household with three older brothers. Thus, during her formative years,
she often fought, both in fun, and occasionally seriously, with her siblings.
In her late teen years, her oldest brother, an accomplished college boxer at
the University of Virginia, had taught her the rudiments of the sport.

Thus while the initial punches from Lady Colbert had accomplished little in
the way of damage or satisfaction, it was for Laura Wentworth a learning
experience. Wentworth had quickly discerned, in addition to having a heighth
and reach advantage over her rival, she also had a decided advantage in boxing
skills. Her rival, Lady Wentworth quickly concluded, had no idea how to fight.
Laura Wentworth was now convinced that she had the matter well in hand and it
was simply a case of how severely she wished to punish her rival.

Given the disadvantages she faced in heigth and reach, Lady Colbert's strategy
was to continually move forward, hoping to get as close to her taller adversay
as possible and land punches to all parts of the body, gradually wearing down
her taller, but she felt, less sturdy opponent. To that end she again
initiated the action and once again moved towards her rival throwing punches
from all angles. However, it quickly became apparent to the agressive Lady
Colbert that Lady Wentworth was avoiding her fists quite easily. Not only
that, but after one particularly wild swinging right hand punch missed, Phoebe
Colbert was on the receiving end of two particularly hard punches to her ribs,
both blows resulting in involuntary grunting sounds escaping from her lips.
Lady Colbert rubbed her injured ribs, again stepped back, but quickly launched
another attack.

Frustrated that she had not yet landed a punch and knowing the shortest
distance between two points to be a straight line, Phoebe Colbert shuffled
straight at her opponent only to be met by a straight left jab to her nose,
followed, it seemed almost instantly, by a right hook which landed flush on
her jaw. Upon impact, Lady Colbert's legs splayed apart, her equilibrium left
her and her face involuntarily looked straight up at the night sky. She
staggered a step back and then lurched one forward, desparately trying to
remain upright. She failed, pitching face first unto the grass. Most of the
crowd sounded its approval for Lady Wentworth's boxing skill and punching
power and ascertained the fight was over. Lady Colbert remained face down in
the grass, her most visable feature being her panty covered hindquarters which
remained slightly elevated from the grass. Some in the crowd turned to leave.

However, the Colbert woman was made of sterner stuff. After reposing in a face
down postition for nearly twenty seconds, she raised herself slowly to her
elbows, got her knees under her and slowly, painfully rose to a standing
position on very unsteady legs. She then assumed a classic boxing stance, both
fists in front of her, indicating her willingness to continue, although the
effects of Lady Wentworth's fists were quite apparent. Colbert's jaw had begun
to swell and she was breathing heavily through her mouth. Laura Wentworth,
meanwhile had spent the past half minute staring contentedly at what her
boxing skills had wrought, and was more than a bit surprised to see Phoebe
recover from what Lady Wentworth had assumed were finishing blows. However,
Laura Wentworth was also more than a bit overjoyed at seeing her opponent once
more in front of her, since it meant she could exact more punishment on her
hated advesary. She readied her fists for more action.

As for Lady Colbert, her jaw ached and her ribs were quite sore. However, she
had not yet devised an alternative plan of battle. She saw no recourse other
than to continue to try to crowd her rival, hoping to land telling punches to
the taller woman's lower body. Thus Phoebe once more sought to close the
distance with her advesary, coming straight ahead, although this time with
much more caution than previously. Laura Wentworth watched her, her own lanky
body ready to take advantage of the slightest mistake. As before, Lady
Wentworth probed with a left jab that fell short of her advancing rival. She
quickly follwed with another jab, this time harder, straighter and one that
found its mark in the middle of Phoebe's right breast. Lady Colbert stopped in
her tracks since the bustier provided little protection against such a well
placed punch Now suddenly advancing, Lady Wentworth delivered a right hook to
the other woman's ribs, a right uppercut to her left breast and finally a
devasting left hook to a point well below the bottom of her advesary's
bustier, a punch that exploded with full force into Lady Colbert's womb.
Phoebe emitted a tortured grunting sound as her eyes bulged in the pain from
the blows, particularly the final punch. Her mouth was suddenly wide open and
she gulped for breath. Again her sense of balance deserted her and she
staggered two steps forward into a clinch with her opponent. Laura Wentworth
greeted the staggering woman with a fierce right uppercut to the solar plexus.
Phoebe Colbert went limp in Laura Wentworth's arms and the tall lanky woman
now had her helpless rival in what amounted to a bearhug. After a few moments,
Lady Colbert began to slide down the front of Lady Wentworth's torso.
Suddenly, Wentworth grasped the other woman under the armpits, raised her up,
so that Phoebe Colbert was now facing Lady Wentworth. Utilizing her long legs,
while firmly holding Lady Colbert in front of her, Laura Wentworth nudged open
her opponent's thick thighs and, without a moment's hesitation or reluctance,
brought her right knee up between Lady Colbert's legs, directly into her
unprotected viscera, not once but twice. She then disdainfully permitted her
rival to drop to the ground, where Lady Colbert immediately began to clutch at
herself at the apex of her legs, her hand probing inside her panty, massaging
the grievously injured area while rocking her tortured body slightly, seeking
to alleviate the pain.

The crowd, forming the ring that surrounded the combatants, was stunned to
silence by the unexpectedly vicious nature of Lady Wentworth's attack; the
young males remained in a state of sexual arousal while the females,
imaginging the pain the downed woman was expeiencing, were secretly happy they
were not in her place. Also several of the young women were unconsciously
caressing parts of their own bodies in a vicarious form of sympathy for Lady
Colbert.

As for Phoebe Colbert, the pain in her entire lower body from her solar plexus
to her crotch was excruiating. Through the pain she had but one thought and
that was to avoid further punishment at the hands of Lady Wentworth. To this
end, Phobe began a painful crawl from where she had landed in the grass to
what she hoped was safety from the woman who had caused her pain . In the
silence that had fallen over the crowd, individual spectators were able
discern that as Phoebe continued her slow painful trek across the grass, she
was hoarsely whispering, more to herself than anyone in particular, "no more,
no more, please, I've had enough". No one could disagree. Lady Colbert was a
thoroughly beaten woman.

During this time, the exultant Lady Wentworth was content to stand in the
middle of the still formed circle and survey the damage she had wrought on her
advesary. She seemed hardly winded by the short, one sided fight, but there
was a flush clearly visable on her face as she intently watched her battered
rival begin her pitiful retreat from further punishment. Suddenly and quite
unexpectedly, the silence was shattered by a guttural growl from Lady
Wentworth. In two long strides she was aside the crawling Lady Colbert. After
a moment's contemplation, she reached down and yanked hard at Phobe Colbert's
bustier. After several tugs, the latches on the back of the fragile garment
broke and Laura Colbert's large breasts were exposed. Next Wentworth reached
down and roughly removed the stockings and garters that remained as the
bustier was thrown aside. In a final stroke Lady Wentworth snatched the panty
of the still prone Lady Colbert, ripping the bloodstreaked silk garment off.
She then lifted the completely beaten, completely nude woman up, supporting
her with a hand at the back of her neck and, in essence, presented her as a
trophy to the group as confirmation of her victory. She then turned Phoebe
Colbert around so that she was now facing with the woman who had done such
damage to her body. Lady Wentworth gripped the beaten woman under the chin
with one hand and then, somewhat incongrously, gently placed her other hand
between Lady Colbert's muscular thighs and almost tenderly parted her rival's
legs. Then, her eyes narrowing, while still holding Phobe Colbert under the
chin, Laura Wentworth, bent slightly at the knees and with her free fist drove
two ferocious punches directly into the totally unguarded crotch of her
adversary. Fortunately, for Lady Colbert, an instant before the second of
these blows detonated in her most vulnerable of areas, she lapsed into unco
nsciousness. Satisfied, Lady Wentworth again, and for the final time, let
Phoebe Colbert drop to the ground, where she landed spread eagled, arms
akimbo, slight trails of blood seeping from her face and crotch. Only a slight
twitching in her thick thighs indicated that this period of unconsciousness
would be temporary.

Yet Lady Wentworth seemed reluctant to draw herself away from the woman she
had so brutally beaten. She continued to stand slightly to the side of her
comatose rival, the flush on her face deepening, her breathing a bit
heightened. Suddenly, her mouth opened soundlessly and she let a hand drop
slowly below her own bustier and into her panty, where she began to very
gently rub her vagina . Almost at once, a low moan escaped from her open mouth
and a massive orgasam tremored upward through her lanky body. Only then, after
a pause and a noticable relaxation of hier previously coiled body, did Lady
Wentworth turn, take a final glance at the still supine Lady Colbert,
unconscious, but now being attended to by several in the crowd, gather her
formal clothes and march majestically towards the main house, remarking, in
between long strides, "Better let Mr Sandberg know there's one less for dinner
and I guess the nameplates can stay as I have them".

Mickey One