The Queen on Her Throne
by Valerie
I try to put an end to Krystal's machinations in the follow-up to "Lessons in Pain and Pleasure"

                                 


      "Hello," I offer into the phone.
      "Hi sexy!  Miss me?"
      "Of course I miss you, Kelly.  When are you coming back?"
      "Sorry, but I'm not sure.  Things have become more complicated and
are going to take longer than I had hoped."
      After I groan in response, I continue teasingly, "Yeah right.  I bet
you're just trying to get me back for that last story."
      "Not exactly," Kelly responds smoothly.  "Actually, I've been
wondering why I haven't been the recipient of the 'bosomy healing arts'?"
      "But that would mean I would have to beat you up first!" I protest.
"I can't do that!  I care too much about you."
      "Well, it was just a thought," Kelly continues after a short pause.
"And anyway, that's not the reason I called.  Since I don't know how long
I'll be away, I'm not sure I can wait a long time to hear what happens
next.  Do you have some time to indulge me tonight?"
      "For you I always have time," I purr.  "Let me get comfortable and
I'll lay out for you what happened next.  Needless to say . . ."

      The next several weeks after getting my comeuppance at the fists of
Cassie were spent recovering.  When she was completely certain I was ready,
she started me on a heavy dose of stomach-strengthening exercises that were
much more intense than anything I had ever done before.  Despite the pain
they caused, I stayed at it.  Although not showing her six-pack, very soon
my abs were almost as hard as hers.
      Once satisfied with my progress in that area, Cassie began working on
my punching techniques.  Knowing that I liked to pound the midsection, she
taught me how to twist my body and use my legs to get maximum torque on
each blow.  At first my hands were sore from all the work on the body bag,
but being reminded that my target would eventually be Krystal helped me
work through it.
      The final phase was working on the mental aspect of hand-to-hand
combat, which included defense.  Cassie rightly pointed out how I had lost
my cool in our encounter, and how she had used her training to exploit
that.  Although I was good at reading an opponent and picking up how to
defend, time and again she was able to get me to lose my cool, which made
any attempts at defense totally ineffective.  Eventually, after finding
myself doubled over on my knees or on my perfect ass too many times, I was
able to learn the proper focus so that I could not be easily rattled.

      During that time, Cassie and I worked on a plan.  When we were both
satisfied everything was ready, I headed over to Krystal's house to get
things started.  She was hosting a huge birthday party (hers naturally),
that was also a celebration of the success of the football team.  The
presence of her two-sport star boyfriend made the couple the king and queen
of the party - in reality, probably the queen and her whipped consort.  And
I intended to rain on their royal parade.
      I kept a low profile throughout most of the evening.  When the
festivities were close to reaching a climax, Krystal went into the kitchen.
 I waited until she was on her way back before I went up to her boyfriend
and treated him a long deep kiss (certainly the best one he had had in a
long while).  When Krystal saw us, she screamed, dropped what she was
holding, ran over and pulled us apart.
      "You fu - !"
      "No, no, no," I interrupt.  "That's no way for a 'queen' to talk."
The crimson colour on her face deepened and her eyes narrowed.  Using the
lessons Cassie taught me, I was able to anticipate her response.  I relaxed
my body - and took her opened handed slap on the left side of my face.
Before she could repeat that action her boyfriend stepped inbetween us.
      "Ah honey, don't be mad.  It didn't mean anyth - "
      "Shut up you stupid oaf!"  It was Krystal's turn to interrupt.  "Like
you really pushed her away!"
      "Oh, oh.  There's trouble in the paradise palace," I teased.
      "I'm not through with you!" she yelled, pointing at me over his
shoulder.  She stepped to the side and put her hands on her hips.  "You've
certainly got a lot of nerve showing up here.  Which reminds me, I haven't
seen much of you lately."
      "Well, that's because I got your 'message' from Cassandra, and needed
time to recover."  Krystal's face broke into a huge grin.  "So I thought
I'd make my thanks personal, which I have with help of 'Oaf' here."
      Krystal's smile vanished.  "Well, now that you've done that, leave!"
she ordered.  "Or else you may find the message repeated," she finished
with a smirk.
      "You know, I've always found a message is most accurately received
when delivered in person.  That way it doesn't get lost in translation."
      "Be careful what you ask for!" Krystal responded angrily.
      "Why worry?  Based on everything that's happened so far, you're
obviously too much of a coward, or you would have come directly to me in
the first place."
      The room, which had gone quiet after the slap, had been been abuzz
with excited chatter until my last statement.  Now it was stone quiet.
Krystal's face, which had resumed a more natural colour through our
exchange, was now beet-red, her eyes bulging, lips sputtering.  If her
boyfriend, who obviously knew about her temper, had not been there to grab
her, we would have gone at it right there and then.
      "So now you'll have your chance," I continued evenly.  "Name the time
and place."
      "You must be crazy if you want to take me on!" Krystal raged.  "I'm
going to mess you up so bad, and then I'm going to make you pay the proper
respect," she concluded loudly, pointing at her crotch.
      "Oh, that sounds like a great idea," I responded firmly, although for
the first time that night, I was beginning to wonder just exactly what I
was getting myself into.
      "Tomorrow morning!  Ten o'clock!  In the cheerleader's practice
facility," barked Krystal.  "Don't be late!"
      "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I answered.  "Oh, and by the way,
bring along your two lueitenants, Jeanne-bean and Tanya-taffy to watch.
I'd say invite everybody, but I don't want you to be too embarrassed."
      With that I turned and left the house.  When I got back to my place,
I phoned Cassie.  She was very pleased that everything went as planned.
When she asked if I was ready, I had only one reservation - what Krystal
meant when she said I would pay.
      Cassie laughed.  "In the underground fight world, when you win you
accentuate your victory by getting your opponent to kiss your pussy to
acknowledge your superiority, or you sit yourself down for an extremely
enjoyable ride."  When the information was greeted by silence, she
continued simply, "Oh, don't worry, honey.  It's a ride I know you'll
like."  Hearing her words immediately relaxed me, and I felt I was ready to
handle anything I might run into the next day.
      Following Cassie's advice, I arrived at the facility early the next
morning to avoid any surprises.  I began stretching in my (*)sports bra and
(*)spandex leggings.  A short while later, Krystal came in wearing a hot
pink sports bra and grey spandex leggings.  With her were Jeanne and Tanya,
and all of them were in ill humour.
      "Well, shall we get started," I suggested.  When all three headed
toward me, I continued looking at Jeanne and Tanya, "Just be patience,
'Barbie dolls'.  When I'm finished with her, you can have your shot, if you
haven't run away by then."
      "Well we don't feel like waiting," snapped Jeanne.  "Besides, who put
you in charge?  We're doing things our way, and that means we're all gonna
get our licks in."
      "So you're admitting your captain is a coward and can't handle her
one-on-one," stated a voice from the doorway behind them.  All three turned
around and glared at the newcomer, while I tried to keep from laughing at
their stunned surprise.
      Cassie casually walked in toward the group.  "If you're going get
your licks in, then I'm joining in as well, unless you have an objection.
My understanding is that you two are just to be spectators."  Her remarks
were received with cold silence.  Finally, Krystal turned around and headed
back toward me, hatred clearly etched on her face.
      "Let's do this, bitch," she snarled as she bumped me while going
fast.       I smiled at Cassie and turned to follow, tingling with
excitement.  As we headed toward the middle of the floor, I was thinking
about how I was looking forward to putting Cassie's lessons into action.  I
should have been thinking about actually using them because I was caught by
surprise when Krystal suddenly stopped, looked back over her left shoulder,
and then thrust her left foot up and back into my midsection.  I put my
hands up, but it was too late.  The kick passed between my hands, and her
heel plowed into my bellybutton, doubling me over with a loud grunt.
      My pain and embarrassment were accentuated when Krystal completed her
180 degree turn and smacked her right hand into my face sending me crashing
down to the padded floor.  The sensation of a somewhat softer landing did
nothing to diminish the mental pain that accompanied the results of her
physical assaults.  Scrambling to recover, I became even more careless and
got to my hands and knees.  Krystal rewarded me by fieldgoal kicking me
right in the stomach.  I flipped through the air and landed on my back,
hands wrapped around my aching middle, howling in pain.
      Staying on the attack, Krystal lept over and attempted to stomp my
burning guts.  I just managed to roll out of the way.  Having missed, she
resorted to dropping her elbow into the middle of my spine.  My back was on
fire, but my legs seemed to go numb.  Maintaining her advantage, Krystal
grabbed my hair and rammed my forehead twice into the floor, causing me to
see stars.
      Feeling she was now in complete control, Krystal maintained her hold
on my hair, dragged me to my feet and turned me around.  Although I didn't
have my legs under me, I pushed forward as best I could putting my shoulder
into her stomach.  Amazingly, Krystal hung onto my hair as she fell
backward on her ass.  Falling off to her right side gave me the chance to
drill two rights into her wide open midsection.  Unable to get as much on
them as I wanted, she was able to weather them well, then twisted her body
away from me pulling on my hair and flipping me over onto my back.
      The landing had the double effect of winding me and causing the pain
in my back to flair again.  Fortunately, I was able to refocus quickly as
Krystal, on her knees, drove her forearm down toward my upper chest.  I
spun toward her, and although my scalp was hurting from the grip she still
had on my hair, I managed to focus enough to drill a left into her right
kidney causing her to howl in pain.  I followed up with an uppercut three
finger spear with my right to her right breast.
      Krystal finally released my hair as she collapsed onto her right
side.  I moved in behind her, grabbed her arms and pulled her up and back.
This allowed me to wrap my thighs around her waist and squeeze.  Krystal
began to wail as I continuously increased the pressure.  Whenever she tried
to dig her nails into my leg or pry my ankles apart, I would give an extra
hard squeeze.  Soon her arms were hanging loosely at her sides as I
continued to increase the pressure of the vice grip.
      When I released the hold, I pulled her to her feet and pushed her
face first into the wall.  Using both hands, I drilled a series of short,
sharp punches into both kidneys causing her to grunt loadly with each one.
In desparation, Krystal swung her right hand in a back swing at my head.  I
ducked and threw a combination right uppercut to the bottom of her left
ribcage and   left hook to the bellybutton knocking her back against the
wall.
      With desparation clearly evident in her face, Krystal threw another
wild right at my head.  I grabbed her arm and used her momentum as I drove
my right knee into her bellybutton, doubling her over with a loud groan.  I
straightened her up with uppercuts to each of her D-cup breasts, sending
her staggering back to the wall.
      With her right arm feebly trying to protect her damaged assets, she
threw out a clumsy left.  I grabbed the wrist with my right, twisted her
arm to turn her around and put her it in a hammerlock.  I pushed her
against the wall and drove my right knee up into her right kidney several
times until her knees buckled.  A three finger stab with my left hand from
below and behind to the fullness of her left breast produced another howl
as she sagged against the wall.
      I put Krystal in a loose bearhug to pull her back up and turn her
around.  As I did, I snaked my left arm between her body and her right arm
to maintain the hammerlock.  This put me off to her right side with my
right hand free.  I manuevred her back against the wall and started driving
punches into her open midsection.  Focusing all my anger from letting my
guard down at the beginning, I pounded away never hitting the same area
twice in a row.  To maximize the hurt, I also varied the types of punches,
and mixed in ramrod blows and uppercuts to the breasts.
      After only a couple of minutes of this, Krystal's knees gave out and
she crumpled to the floor at my feet in a heap, groaning loudly.  I used my
foot to push her over onto her back, then gave her a kneedrop to
bellybutton.  I then straddled her hips, placed her arms at her side and
pinned them there with my knees.  I started in again on her midsection and
breasts, causing her body to jerk spasmodically underneath me from each
blow.
      As her reactions became less and less, I knew that I'd won the fight.
 Krystal's head was lolling slowly from side to side, her struggles to
escape all but stopped.  Looking down at the queen bitch, I suddenly
remembered her threats at the party.  I slowly eased myself forward until I
was above her face.  I then lightly slapped her face to bring her around a
little.
      "You mentioned something about paying proper respect," I stated.
"It's time for you to show that to me.  A kiss will do nicely."  Krystal
could only groan feebly in response, then she slowly shook her head.
      "Well, in that case -" I responded as I positioned her face between
my thighs.  I then eased myself down onto her face until I could feel my
pussy lips brush up against the lips of her face.  The sensation sent a
sharp tingling all through my body.  I then began to slowly rock my hips
back and forth, and then side to side getting totally caught up in this new
feeling of sexual domination as Krystal squirmed beneath me.  Unacostumed
to it, my body was quickly consumed with passion, and I felt myself
creaming on her face.

      I don't know how long I sat there luxuriating in that feeling.  I
finally moved back and sat on her breasts.  I looked down at the 'queen'
who had been put in her place, her wet face displaying the mask of
unconsciousness.  I forgot there was even anyone else there until, I heard
the sound of someone clapping.  I was briefly embarrassed until I scrambled
to my feet and turned around to see Cassie standing there, smacking her
hands together with a huge grin plastered on her face.  I then realized
that Jeanne and Tanya were no longer there.
      "They couldn't stand the sight of their captain being used as a
throne," offered Cassie.  "They went just as you were cumming - or
something like that."
      I laughed, and ran into her arms for a big hug.  We then went back to
her place to 'party'.


      "What!?!  That's it?!" exclaims Kelly after a short pause.  "I'm not
going to hear about your celebration?!"
      "I thought those details made you jealous," I respond with mock hurt.
      "You just love teasing me, don't you?"
      "Among other things," I answer laughing.  "But the important thing is
when you're coming home?"
      "I'll let you know.  Gotta go.  Bye."
      "Bye."