Family Feud Chapter 2
by Mickey One


                                  A Work of Fiction conceived and written by  
     
                                                         Mickey One


Her Ladyship Angela Colbert strode purposefully from Kings County Hospital, 
her mind still in the room with her daughter, Lady Phoebe Colbert. This was 
the third time she had visited her daughter during a weeklong hospital stay. 
The daughter was improving and would probably be released in tne next several 
days. Lady Colbert's was in the hospital as a result of a savage beating she 
had received at the hands of another young Virginia noblewoman, Lady Laura 
Wenthworth, following a dispute between the two over seating  arrangements at 
a dinner dance.

With her mind elsewhere, Angela Colbert, on the way to her carriage, nearly 
bumped headlong into a taller woman coming up the winding path. "Oh, excuse 
me, I'm terr....", her Ladyship stopped in mid sentence.  Shockingly, now 
directly in front of her, was none other than her Ladyship Margaret 
Wentworth, mother of the young woman who had beaten Angela Colbert's daughter 
senseless.

"How dare you show your face, here, while my daughter's still in the 
hospital" a now flushed and angry Mrs Colbert shouted at the other woman.

"How dare I? I have no intention of going anywhere near that low caste 
daughter of yours. I think Laura properly handled her several nights ago. As 
it happens, I'm here to visit a business associate of my husband, so if 
you'll remove yourself from the pathway, others might be able to get by". 

"Speaking of the slut of a daughter of yours," the still fuming Colbert woman 
replied, "now that Phoebe is ready to leave the hospital, I intend to demand 
full satisfaction from that trollop. You might inform her that I expect her 
to grant me the opportunity of doing to her exactly what she did to my 
daughter, at a time and place of her choosing, the sooner the better".

"You insolent sow", replied the taller Mrs Wentworth, who had at least four 
inches on the shorter, stockier Mrs Colbert, "first of all, Laura would do to 
you exactly what she did your daughter, and with that figure of yours, I 
doubt you want to wind up spreadeagled and naked on the ground. Second, if, 
indeed, you desire satisfaction from any member of my family, you need look 
no farther than me. I'll be happy to provide you with all the satisfaction 
you can handle".

"Done, if that's the way its to be, I'll start with you", said Mrs Colbert, 
immediately casting off her cape and beginning to roll up the sleeves of her 
blouse.

"How low class, how so like you and your entire family", sniffed Mrs 
Wentworth. "Do you actually believe I'd roll around in public with the likes 
of you. If we're to do this, we'll do it properly, in private. I'll arrange 
with my husband's partner to provide us with use of the Auction House on 
Saturday morning, next.  If, indeed,  you have the nerve, i'll be waiting for 
you at 8 AM and you'll get the same kind of beating that Laura gave to 
Phoebe, maybe worse". With that, Mrs Wentworth swept past the shorter woman 
on her way to the hospital

With the battle joined, at least from a scheduling standpoint, each of the 
two women began preparing for the upcoming encounter. This included receiving 
admonition and advice from friends and family members. However, for both 
women, the most meaningful  conversation came from their respective 
daughters, the protaginists in the first fight.

"Mother, I'm totally against this," said Laura Wentworth for at least the 
fifteth time since she had heard the news, "its me that fat, old slut really 
wants.  Let me take her on and knock her silly, it'll be good exercise.  I'll 
put her in the same hospital bed I put Phoebe in".  However, following 
several hours of such plantive pleas, Laura Wentworth became convinced that 
her mother fully intended to keep her "appointment", as she referred to it, 
and the daughter became resigned to providing advice and morale support.

"Remember, Mother, you're taller than she is, by a fair bit. You've got to 
keep her off you by all means, and the way to do that is to keep a left jab 
in her face right from the start. She'll get frustrated, make mistakes and 
then you can "tee off" on her with harder punches. But, at the start, left 
jabs in the face,  in those big tits of hers, anywhere and everywhere.  Just 
keep your distance for the first few minutes or so and after that she'll be 
gasping for air and you can do to her exactly what I did to Phoebe ", Laura 
Wentworth said. She later took time to demonstrate the proper technique for 
throwing the left jab she considered a key to her mother's success.

At almost the same time across town, another mother and daughter  were having 
an almost identical discussion. "Mom, I don't like this one bit", Phoebe 
Colbert lamented, "there is no reason, at your age, to get involved in a 
public fist fight with Mrs Wentworth, simply because of me. I will feel much 
worse than I already do, if you get injured in the slightest way. Mom, 
believe me, I can attest to Laura Wentworth's  vicious nature. I still have 
nightmares about the way her punches felt", Phoebe shuddered, "she hit me so 
hard once, down here", she said, gently fingering her groin, "that I lost 
control of my bladder. My God, it felt like she was trying to disembowel me. 
She's sadistic, and I'm sure that vicious trait comes directly from her 
mother".

" Well, that's history", replied Angela Colbert, "its me and Margaret 
Wentworth now and I intend to gain a full measure of satisfaction for you and 
our family by thrashing her on Saturday. She may be a couple of inches 
taller, but I've got at least twenty pounds on her and once I start to hit 
her, she'll fold up like an old, used umbrella. Don't worry,
sweetie, only one woman is going to be able to walk out of the Auction House 
on Saturday and its not going to be her Ladyship Margaret Wentworth".

Auction houses were common in this part of Virginia, as in most of the South. 
Originally used for the abhorent practice of slave trading, they evolved into 
auctions of all kinds from farm land to tobacco and other goods and material 
common to the region. The room where the fight was to take place was 
approximately 25 feet by 25 feet square and was entered by doors on the two 
sides of the room. A small stage for the auctioneer was in the middle of the 
room, and it, of course, was to be removed for the Saturday battle. The 
square room was surrounded, at the top, by a circular gallery, which 
accomodated those bidding at the auctions. 

Reports of the fight between the two young women at the dinner dance had been 
a prime topic of conversation for several days in the small Virginia town. 
The subject matter had dissapated over the ten days since that savage 
encounter, but news of an impending battle between the older generation of 
Colbert and Wentworth females had spread quickly.  By 7AM on the succeeding 
Saturday, the gallery of the Auction House was packed to overflow  with at 
least 150 men and women, while an equal number were outside clamoring to gain 
a spot to view the fight.

At 7:50 AM, one of the doors along the wall of the main floor opened and Her 
Ladyship, Mrs Margaret Wentworth entered. She was wearing a long cape 
covering a loose fitting blouse cinched at the waist and somewhat tighter 
fitting trousers, known, in that era, as pantaloons. These were worn low on 
her hips and secured with a cord-like belt at the top. She had soft leather 
low cut boots and also wore kid leather gloves which extended slightly over 
her wrists. Mrs Wentworth who admitted to being "in her late '40s" had, 
despite the fact that she had borne four children, maintained a tall, lanky 
figure. Her legs remained long and while full, were quite toned for a woman 
of her years.  Although her hips had a bit more heft than in her youth, there 
was still a definition to her waist, and her bustline, though not what it 
once was, still attracted frequent male attention. She had the light brown 
hair of her entire family, although streaks of grey were beginning to show. 
In all, Margaret Wentworth was a tall, stately, attractive woman at 5'7" tall 
and 145 lbs. Upon entering, she gazed around the empty room and exhibited a 
slight disdainful smirk upon realizing her advesary had not yet arrived.

At that moment, the door on the other wall opened and Angela Colbert, stepped 
through. She too was adorned with a cape, under which could be seen a black 
turtle neck sweater, favored by sailors of the era. Colbert also wore a pair 
of pantaloons, snuggly fitting her ample hips and secured at the top. Like 
her opponent, she wore both wrist length kid leather gloves and a pair of 
ankle length leather shoes. She too was "in her mid forties" but there the 
similarity between the two women ended. Angela Colbert was of short, sturdy 
frame, but a certain musculature remained from her youth. Her legs, though 
stocky, gave off a sense of strength especially through the tight fitting 
pants. Her thick body had little definition at the waist and her large 
breasts were apparent even through the black sweater. Her neck was thick, but 
not jowly, and her head was topped by black hair, which like her advesary, 
had started to grey. At 5'3", 165 lbs, while she exuded a  powerful  
phsyique, the question of such weight on a diminutive woman raised a natural 
question of stamina.

Each woman was now in an opposite corner, removing her cape, when again a 
door opened and Mr Tom Tyrell, the town blacksmith, stepped into the small, 
square enclosure. He moved to the center of the floor and beckoned both women 
forwrd. He spoke so all in the Hall could hear him, "Mrs Colbert and Mrs 
Wentworth, you have agreed to settle your disagreement with each other with 
fisticuffs. I am here only to ensure that no egreious fouls, such a gouging, 
biting or any other such tactics are used by either of you. Upon my signal, 
you will fight continuously until one women is either rendered unconscious or 
one of you determines that she has received sufficent satisfaction from the 
other. As agreed by you, neither woman will be allowed to quit the engagement 
until one such conclusion is reached. Now, return to opposite corners and at 
my signal, begin fighting". Both women turned, walked to a corner, turned 
once again and watched Mr Tyrell. He brought his hand down, and quickly moved 
to a far part of the room. Margaret Wentworth and Angela Colbert advanced 
towards each other, hands in front of them in the accepted, classic fighting 
pose.

Each of the women had a plan of attack in mind.  Mrs Colbert's was to get 
close to her advesary, use her weight advantage and land as many heavy, 
telling punches as quickly as possible. The taller Mrs Wentworth's strategy, 
as advised by her daughter, was to keep her rival at a distance and to wear 
her down over a period of time. However, in an instant each of these "best 
laid plans" were fogotten. Both women stepped quickly to the center of the 
floor,  close enough to feel each other's breath on their faces and began to 
throw punches directly at the other, with little or no thought to a defensive 
posture. Both women threw only right hand punches, winding up and aiming at 
her rival's face with no thought being given to jabs or any other rudiments 
of boxing strategy. The smaller, stockier Colbert woman, at a distinct reach 
disadvantage, took several blows to the upper torso while landing ineffectual 
blows to Mrs Wentworth's arms and shoulders. Margaret Wentworth quickly threw 
four right hand punches at the other woman, landing, with little effect, on 
the broad shoulders of her opponent. However, her fifth punch literarlly 
struck home. Thrown, like the others, it was fortuitously timed  just as 
Angela Colbert was stepping forward to throw another right hand punch of her 
own.  Wentworth's blow got through first, straight to the tip of the jaw of 
Colbert woman, who since she was moving forward, in boxing parlance, "walked 
right into the punch". The blow momentarily concussed Angela Colbert, whose 
eyes crossed from the force of the punch and who then staggered back several 
steps, her arms flailing out to the sides, before lurching forward, all sense 
of balance deserting her thick legs. Try as she might the short woman could 
not retain her equilibrium and she pitched forword, blindly grabbing for 
whatever steadying heip might be available. What she found was Margaret 
Wentworth. The Colbert woman attempted to grab her rival but suceeded only in 
grasping the belt at the top of her rival's pantaloons before she began her 
descent to the floor. As she headed floorward, however, she maintained her 
tight grasp on the belt at the top of Wentworth's pants with result that as 
she hit the ground, Angela Colbert brought her opponents trousers sliding 
down the taller woman's lanky legs to her ankles. Margaret Wentworth stood 
over her downed rival, exhibiting long bare legs, topped by a sheer light 
blue panty, her pants now around her ankles. With amazing aplomb, the tall,  
woman simply stepped out of her pantaloons, took a step back, hitched up her 
panty and leaned toward the fallen Colbert woman, who was on her elbows and 
knees on the floor, rubbing her jaw.

"Is that it, Angela, had enough?" Margaret Wentworth whispered, "I'll call it 
over". Mrs Colbert, trying despartely to shake a sense of awareness into her 
brain, looked up at the voice. She was struck by two things, how tall the 
Wentworth woman looked from that angle and the fact that she no longer had on 
her legs were bare. Staring up at those long legs, Angela Colbert also noted 
her rival's sheer, pale blue panty and the generous portion of dark pubic 
hair visable in the front. One word came to her mind, "Bullseye". 

Mrs Colbert got to her hands and knees and then, in a surprisingly quick move 
for someone who shortly before had been on the verge of a senselessness, sent 
a devastating right hand punch from the floor directly  between the long legs 
of her rival. Margaret Wentworth, totally unprepared for any reaction from 
her floored opponent, was caught completely unaware by this missle to her 
most sensitive of body parts. She grunted, turned away from her rival to 
forestall another blow, staggered two steps away, at the same time, reaching 
inside her panty to try to bring some relief to her now searing crotch.

Angela Colbert regained her feet and immediately started toward Margaret 
Wentworth, who remained slightly bent over, hand inside her panty, attempting 
to rub away the pain between her legs. The taller woman sensed her rival, 
looked up and straightened to face the short stocky woman. Mrs Colbert moved 
straight for her advesary. Mrs Wentworth once more assumed a boxing stance 
and probed a tentative left jab towards the short advancing female. The 
Colbert woman ducked inside the ineffectual jab and threw a right hand punch 
at the taller woman. It landed flush in the middle of Magaret Colberts left 
breast. The tall woman gasped and tried to move away. However, the smaller 
female was on her immediately, throwing punches from several angles. The two 
clinched and lurched together toward the wall, each with a firm grasp on the 
other's arms, to prevent further punching. The Colbert woman was exactly 
where she wanted to be, in close to the taller woman, knowing that Margaret 
Wentworth's reach and long arms were useless at this range and that her own 
weight advantage gave her the edge in close quarters.  The taller woman 
attempted to move away, but Angela Colbert grabbed hold of the front of her 
blouse and tried to pull her back to close range.  With Wentworth trying to 
disengage and the Colbert woman struggling mightily keep her close, the 
inevitable occurred; Wentworth's blouse was ripped down the front. While this 
finally permitted the taller woman to move away from the  stockier Angela 
Colbert, her blouse was now hanging in shreds from her upper torso. Margaret 
Wentworth had little choice but to shrug it off, lest it impede her ability 
to continue the fight.

The two women were apart for only an instant. At once, a now suddenly 
confident Angela Colbert moved to her rival. She knew she had taken 
Wentworth's best punch, flush on the jaw and had recovered. She sensed a 
change in the fight. She moved quickly towards  her tall, lanky rival now 
clad only in a white brassiere and  pale blue panty, and as she continued to 
fire punches at her taller opponent, Angela's lips set in a snarl and what 
sounded almost like a low growl was coming from her throat. Margaret 
Wentworth continued to backpedal, a concerned look on her face. She was 
surprised when Angela Colbert had not taken the offer to stop the fight after 
getting knocked down and she was absolutely shocked when the other woman 
rejoindered with that punch into Margaret's crotch. The lanky woman, going 
backwards, again threw a tentative left jab at the advancing stocky woman, 
who disdainfully brushed it aside. Angela Colbert then answered with an 
overhand left hook that missed but a following straight right hand punch 
landed just under the left cup of Margaret Wentworth's white bra.  Given the 
height differential between the two women, the smaller woman's punch was 
delivered in  an upward motion and this, combined with the considerable power 
with which the punch was thrown, served to dislocate the taller woman's 
breast from its protective holder and sent it flapping over the front of the 
brassiere cup. Margaret Wentworth's  hands instinctively went up to her chest 
and she attempted to quickly get the now flopping mammery back in the bra, 
while, continuing to backpedal from her oncoming rival. It was then, unable 
to locate her breast in the bra while moving backward that  Margaret 
Wentworth made a critical error. 

Ignoring the primary dictum in any form of fighting, "protect yourself at all 
times", Mrs Wentworth turned her back on her stocky advesary in order to give 
full attention to  putting her breast back in the brassiere. Angela Colbert 
couldn't believe her good fortune. The tall woman had completely turned her 
back and was almost totally at the stocky woman's mercy.  Taking two careful 
steps forward, the Colbert woman, as  calmly as possible, set her body, bent 
slightly at the knees and sent a devastating punch directly into the small of 
the back of the tall woman. Margaret Wentworth let out a gasping scream as 
her head jerked back in pain. She then stumbled face first into the wall. 
Angela Colbert now moved quickly and readied another punch to the same spot. 
Suddenly, she stoppped, moved another step closer to the woman against the 
wall, grabbed the top of Margaret Wentworth's panty and gave a quick jerk. 
The sheer garment ripped apart easily and flew off into her hands. It was 
then that Mrs Colbert threw the next punch; cruelly angling it into the ribs 
of the still turned Mrs Wentworth. The tall woman, her body still on the 
wall, let out a  painful grunt and slid down to the floor.

"Get up", growled Angela Colbert, "its not over yet". Margaret Wentworth knew 
the ground rules; she had, indeed, helped formulate them, fully expecting to 
be the one meting out punishment. Neither woman could quit of her own 
volition, only be rendered unconscious. After a full thirty seconds, the tall 
woman painfully managed to raise her lanky frame. Surprisingly, one breast 
was still free outside the white bra, but that was of small concern to her 
now. Her crotch was also uncovered, but still she concentrated on her 
dwindling chances of winning the fight. She braced herself against the wall 
and then moved towards the waiting Mrs Colbert, who stood, fists at her side, 
eyes never leaving her rival. Margaret Wentworth correctly surmised that her 
one chance  was to deliver a big punch and she threw it almost immediately, a 
right hand straight from the shoulder. Unfortunately, her opponent seemed to 
be reading her mind and easily sidestepped the blow, which sailed harmlessly 
through the air. Then the short stocky woman took the offensive. She quickly 
stepped inside the right arm of her tall, now off balance advesary, and drove 
a fierce left hook into her rival's ribs, followed quickly by a right hand 
punch that landed in the middle of the prominent pouch just above Margaret 
Wentworth's expanse of pubic hair.  The lanky woman's now bare hips quivered 
and her legs splayed open as if on a hinge. Angela Colbert, exhibiting deadly 
patience, completed a trilogy of punches with a right uppercut squarely into 
her opponent's pubic hair.   Wentworth's lanky body spasamed and a moan 
escaped from her lips as she reached for some kind of help to remain on her 
feet. It wasn't there. Her long legs could no longer keep her upright and she 
sank to her knees and then to her hands and knees in front of her rival. 
Angela Colbert, her stocky legs set wide apart, eager to throw more punches, 
stepped nimbly back to avoid her falling foe and then watched, with a 
satisfied look, as her advesary's body heaved in several painful retches.

"Please don't hit me again, Angela,  it hurts too much, please stop", the 
Wentworth woman croaked in a hoarse voice, hands and knees still on the 
floor. She raised her eyes imploringly to the woman who now stood above her. 

"I won't hit you again, if you do one thing for me, Margaret" said Angela 
Colbert, and then bending low near the other's ear, whispered, "kiss me on 
the lips".

Mrs Wentworth, seeing no other way to avoid further pain, nodded in assent 
and, coming to her knees, reached for the face of Angela Colbert. A sudden 
scowl crossed the Colbert's woman's countenance and she stopped the Wentworth 
woman's arms as they reached out. 

"Not those lips", said Angela Colbert, through clenched teeth, "these", and  
with a swift motion she yanked the drawstiring at the top of her pantaloons, 
dropping them to the floor and revealing that she wore no undergarments. She 
stepped closer to the still kneeling Wentworth woman, grabbed her rival's 
hair in both hands and attempted to force her face into Angela's crotch. 
Margaret Wentworth, although still in intense pain, vigorously shook her head 
and body and with a desparate effort finally managed to wrench free from the 
stocky woman's grip.

"Never, you bitch, never", Margaret Wentworth growled, looking up at the 
Colbert woman. 

"Have it your way, slut" Angela answered, and taking a step forward, set 
herself on her sturdy legs and brought her right fist up under the jaw of her 
rival with such force, the taller woman was almost lifted off her knees 
before she toppled straight backward, landing in a supine position, legs 
spreadeagled, arms straight out from her sides, unconscious. It was over.

But not for Angela Colbert. She slowly stepped over to her beaten foe. A 
mixture of saliva and blood came from the corner of the Wentworth woman's 
mouth and her right foot twitched reflexively. Then in a final act of cruel 
mastery, Angela Colbert removed her black gloves, rolled up the sleeve of her 
black sweater and reaching down between the legs of her rival, inserted three 
thick fingers into  Margaret Wentworth's vulva. Securing her grip and with 
her arm muscles bulging from the strain, the short, powerful woman slowly 
raised her comatose rival's pelvis six, then seven inches off the ground.

A ripple of shock went through the gallery followed by a  collective gasp. 
This was quickly followed by a piercing single voice, "Stop it you evil old 
bitch". Still grasping her beaten rival, Angela Colbert smiled to herself. 
She was, of course, fully expecting such a reaction.  She knew quite well the 
young woman whose voice was crying out and she disdainfully let her mother 
slip off her fingers, all the while harboring one thought,  "Next". 


Mickey One