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The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1

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The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1
« on: June 28, 2020, 05:44:58 PM »
The Pride of Galloway, Chapter 1
By Coffee Mug

Note: This series has a fantastical sort of setting. The place, plot, and characters are not intended to correspond to the real world.

   Candles flickered on the walls of the tavern and the first sharp winds of the summer’s night howled outside through the streets and alleys of Galloway. The first woman to step into the open area in the center was a black-haired Japanese beauty. Her name was Rikka and she stood 5’5. She had light skin and eyes that flashed with intelligence and fire as they darted about the room, curly lashes beating to some unknown rhythm. Her nose was strong with a high ridge that seemed a match for her sharp eyes. Her black hair hung down past her bare shoulders. She wore a sleeveless white dress with a deep neckline that put her swelling bosom on display and clung to her flat stomach and strong, tight hips and thighs. As she took her place in the far corner of the clearing with its hard mat flooring, her rounded ass seemed to flex and bounce in rhythm with her large breasts. The men and women in attendance clapped for her but if she cared she gave no indication of it. Her intense stare was fixed on the opening through which she had come.

   Soon enough another woman came through the selfsame opening, greeted by a louder cheer from the men and the women alike. Her name was Carolina and she was a Swedish blonde, 5’7, with wavy hair that stopped above her shoulders. She waved to the crowd and their support increased. Like Rikka, Lucy was barefoot. She wore a red dress, also like Rikka’s, sleeveless with thin straps that could barely contain her womanly figure. And like Rikka she was in her early 20s. She was curvier than her opponent, with wider hips and breasts that swung in time with her waving arm. She had a petite nose and rounded cheeks and blue eyes that seemed to glow and she slapped hands with a few patrons as she took her position in the corner opposite Rikka. When she was at last in position she fixed her gaze on the other woman and the feminine beauty of both women seemed to fill the room.

   A tall middle-aged man wearing a brown leather jacket and open shirt stepped into the center. His name was Chadwick and he was the owner of the tavern, The Witch’s Teat. “Ladies and gents, thank you for coming out tonight! Our bout this evening will be between the lovely Rikka, who is making her first appearance here for us and who works at our wonderful competitor The Golden Rose,” he yelled out, putting an ironic drawl on ‘wonderful.’ “And her opponent, Carolina! She’s the daughter from the Bergesson farm. You know her and you love her! Now, ladies, please step forward.” The two women came to the center, Carolina with a confident forward stride and Rikka with more of a hip-swiveling saunter. He went over the rules for the contest, but it was really an opportunity for the two women to stand nearly nose to nose, which they took advantage of, chests swelling with each deep breath, both of them radiant and enchanting. At last Chadwick dismissed them back to their opposing corners, where they slid off their shoes.

   One member of the crowd was new to the city of Galloway. Kayley was a busty brunette in her mid-20s with curly hair down to her shoulders. She stood 5’6 and she was dressed rather conservatively, with a leather jacket and long pants that only hinted at the strong feminine body beneath. She had a very pretty face, with a slightly upturned nose and eyes that were simultaneously hunting and accepting. She had positioned herself near a corner of the room with a large stein of beer. Her clothes did not conceal that she was a very attractive woman, and she had already shooed away a few men who had tried to get closer to her. She had also noticed that, in the few hours she had been in town, more than one woman had openly eyed her up and down. Galloway was certainly a city with an aggressive culture among its women. It was also a city with a very healthy population; compared to where Kayley had grown up, in the capital, the people here, men and women, were taller, more robust, more fit and athletic. As she was stabling her horse and renting a room at the inn, she’d felt a tinge of regret that she would only be here for a few weeks, a month at the most.

When Kayley was little, her mother had always said that she looked like she was about to get into some bit of trouble. At the time, her mother was referring more to the way Kayley would smile with her brown eyes while her mouth was tightened up as she concentrated on something. That had turned out to be more true than her mother might have realized, though. When she was 18, Kayley had saved her little brother from a few older boys intent on robbing him—and possibly worse—by taking the cudgel one of them had brandished and bashing him over the head with it. The elderly woman who had sold apples on the street Kayley’s family lived on had seen it and, Kayley learned, did a lot more than sell apples and advise young girls on which alleys to avoid. The woman was a spy for the Royal government, and she had guided Kayley into the service. After three years of training, Kayley was sitting in doorsteps, picking up and dropping off notes for people she never saw, and riding all night to delivery messages in codes she did not understand.

Then she was summoned to a meeting with a woman she had never met before. The meeting was in what seemed like the woman’s real office, an unmarked room in a warehouse. There were no cabinets or drawers of secret files that Kayley could see. Either those were secreted away or the information was stored in the mind of the imposing woman behind the desk. The other woman was in her early 40s, perhaps, although she was quite fit and it was difficult to tell. She had short black hair and an olive complexion, likely of Italian family, and she wore a long sleeve blue dress with a conservative cut that could not hide her large bust and physicality. Her face seemed like an eagle’s, staring down at the world from some high perch. She was a stunning beauty still, the kind of woman for whom aging reaffirmed her qualities. She said that her name was Diana and she motioned for Kayley to sit opposite her. She let the younger woman sit silently as she evaluated her thoroughly, as if comparing the figure in front of her to some memorized description.

“It has been suggested that you are ready for your first real assignment,” Diana said at last. “I suppose we will discover whether you really are or not soon enough.”

“Yes, we will, ma’am,” Kayley said, with more aggression than she had planned.

If Diana was affected by the tone, she gave no sign of it. “The Murrell family is in control of Galloway. Have you heard of it?” she asked, but then continued without giving Kayley a chance to answer. “It’s to the north. Known for mining gold, and the Murrells own the largest mines there. The family has been sending rather a bit less to our reserves than in the past, and we would like to know why. Lord Willem Murrell is the head of the family. He’s always been loyal enough in the past, or at least boring enough not to cause trouble. You’re to go up there and see what’s what. If they are having production troubles, selling to someone else, hoarding it for themselves for some damn reason. Get it sorted and report back to us.” At this point, Diana paused and pressed her fingers together in front of her imposing bust. “Your record is a bit thin on using coercion to gather intelligence. And forgive the bluntness, but I’m not sure you have the face or the body to use a lady’s more traditional methods with men of Lord Murrell’s stature.”

Kayley had swallowed hard and then said, “Well ma’am, I’ll just have to do the best I can with the tools I’ve been given.”

Back in The Witch’s Teat, the two women warily approached each other and then began circling. Carolina struck first, slapping Rikka across the face with a sharp crack that could be heard over the yelling of their audience. Rikka turned, stumbling with the force of the blow, but then as Carolina reached out to grasp her she ducked under the arms and hit her in the stomach. The blonde beauty grunted but stayed on the attack. Lunging forward again, she threw slaps with her right and left hands. Rikka avoided most of the blows but she was forced back by the barrage. When Rikka hit her back against the far wall, Carolina seized her about the shoulders and the two women were stumbling in a circle and then they fell to the ground. Immediately they were rolling back and forth, pulling hair and grunting, one on top and then the other. Carolina got on top and slapped Rikka across the face, but in rearing up she lost control and Rikka rotated her body and got out from under her. Then both women were on their feet. They came straight at each other and Carolina slapped Rikka across the face and again tried to rush her. But this time Rikka stepped into it and threw punches into Carolina’s stomach and breasts, rights and lefts that soon had the busty blonde covering herself and moving backward. Then Rikka moved up and repaid the slaps to the face.

Carolina was gasping in pain and surprise and, panicking, she started to turn away. Both women’s dresses were starting to rip open from the stress of their fighting—the lines of their female bodies shown through the fabric in a way appreciated and understood by the women of the audience in particular, as to them it made the combat more feminine and more enlivening of the beauty of the two combatants. The two women. And as she turned Carolina found herself yanked backward by the hair, her bosom swaying violently and her legs kicking into the air as she was pulled down to the floor. Soon enough both women were scrabbling at each other’s clothes and their dresses fell apart. More slapping and grasping and they were in their bras and panties. Both wore strapless bras and bikini bottoms, Rikka in white and Carolina in black. With a surprising burst of strength, Rikka rolled the larger blonde over and knelt astride her. With a snarl she banged Carolina’s head on the hard mat. Carolina lay stunned at first, then frantically flailed and pulled at the hands in her hair until at least she bucked her hips in the air and threw the smaller Japanese woman off of her. Rikka landed on her side and rolled free.

   Carolina rolled to her side and then to her knees but as she came up Rikka was already there. The black-haired beauty slammed into her and the two went down to the floor again, their womanly thighs and chests pressed together, again pulling hair and grabbing and slapping each other indiscriminately. Carolina reached around Rikka’s back and tore off her bra, releasing her large breasts, as they rolled on the ground. Rikka repaid the favor, ripping Carolina’s bra down and revealing her larger breasts. Breast to breast the two women grappled on the floor. Both women were lying on their sides and Carolina shoved Rikka away and then got in slaps to her face and breast. An instant later, Rikka got on top of her and was sitting across her stomach. The two women like that for an instant, Rikka’s bronze skin and the tightness of her stomach and thighs and Carolina in her lightness and more voluptuous figure. Then they were grabbing and wrestling for control of each other’s hands. Striking like a whip Rikka seized Carolina’s hands and slammed them down to the floor and then, smiling viciously, she leaned over the blonde and whispered something lost over the noise of the crowd.

   In response Carolina bucked her hips and threw the Japanese beauty from her. The women came to their feet and began circling each other like wildcats, bent at the waist, large bosoms heaving with their harsh breathing, hands out and ready. They came together again but more slowly now. They began slapping each other as they circled, striking faces, breasts, ribs, shoulders, black and blonde hair and their guttural moans filling the air around them. They then came together again, pulling hair and bent all the way over at the waist, turning in a circle. But then Rikka with a burst of strength pulled Carolina off balance and threw a knee into her stomach and then, the blonde defenseless, she turned her sideways and ran her into the wall. Carolina hit with a thud and leaned forward, her eyes empty. Rikka took advantage, hooking her left arm around Carolina’s waist so that her own arm was trapped, pinning her to the wall, and throwing punches into her stomach with her right, over and over. With each sickening thud the energy drained from the bigger blonde. Then Rikka seized her enormous breast and crushed it with her grip, digging her fingers into the tender flesh. Carolina moaned in pain and pulled at the hand on her chest, then desperate she put her palm under Rikka’s chin and pushed with all her remaining strength. That got the Japanese woman off of her.

   The women came again to the center of the mat. Their hair was now sodden with sweat and it clung to their heads and shoulders like some crown of pulchritude. The skin of their stomachs, cheeks, and breasts was red with the abuse dished out and they both paused to gasp for air. Each woman’s eyes remained fixed on the other’s. Then they charged each other again. Carolina threw a right hand but she was too slow. The smaller woman hit her across the face and in the stomach and then dodged back out of reach. The larger blonde followed her around the room but she couldn’t catch her. Another right and Rikka again came under it and hit her in the stomach but this time Carolina had her. She wrapped her arms around and hefted her off the ground. Their large breasts crushed together. Rikka gasped and moaned and Carolina with a surge drove her backward into the wall. Carolina still holding her up brought her back and then slammed her into the wall again. Another grunt from Rikka. But then the Japanese woman brought both her palms together and head slapped Carolina on both ears. The Swede was stunned and she dropped her opponent to the ground.

   Carolina was staggering, holding her head, but Rikka was too hurt to take advantage. When Carolina had let go she’d fallen to the ground, and by the time she had recovered enough to rise Carolina was ready again. The two women came together for the last time. Carolina slapped her and Rikka staggered back. The blonde came at her again and slapped her again but this time Rikka responded. She hit the blonde across the cheek with a fist and then threw another fist into her chest. Carolina staggered back, hands out in front of her, but Rikka threw more fists into her stomach and breasts before she could get away. But Carolina took in a deep breath, her enormous chest swelling out, and dove forward with both hands out, looking to grab Rikka and crush her again. But Rikka grabbed her outstretched arms and tipping backwards put her feet on Carolina’s stomach flipped her over. Carolina landed on her back with a sick thud. Rikka lay panting for several seconds and then rolled over and flung herself astride the blonde. Sitting on her stomach, she slapped her breasts and face until it was over. Then, exhausted, she rose and planted one foot on the blonde’s heaving chest and posed with her hands raised in victory.

   As the two women were escorted to some more private quarters and the crowd began settling their bets, Kayley stood alone in the corner of the room. She thought of the match and as she remembered the two women throwing each other about, competing and straining against each other, she focused especially on their beauty, their refined yet revealing dresses at the beginning and their feminine bodies later, their hair whipping about as they attacked each other. And most of all Kayley thought of the nobility that shone clearly on their faces as they fought. She realized that her heartrate had risen and she gulped down the rest of her beer and tucked her hair back behind her ear. Even realizing the unlikelihood of it she looked about the room to see if Rikka had returned. Instead, she found a tall, handsome man approaching her. It was Lord Willem Murrell. He had close-cropped hair, brown with flecks of grey that gave him a seasoned and reasonable look, and wore a dark orange doublet that demonstrated he’d retained the athleticism of his youth as he had aged. Kayley could tell that he took in much of what was happening around him, and at that moment he was very definitely taking her in.

   She blushed, as much from her satisfaction of watching the two women fight as from the attention he was giving her, and touching her hair again looked him directly in the eyes. Her gamble in breaking protocol worked and he offered his hand to her. “Lord Murrell,” she said, taking his hand and only then turning her eyes toward the floor briefly.

   “I see I cannot obscure my identity even from the newest of arrivals,” he answered. “Although very few of them are as lovely as you,” he added, very clearly running his eyes over her body. She noted again the cut of his doublet and the tight muscles of his legs. “How long have you been in Galloway?”

   “Only just arrived, my Lord. I’ve come to work in the office at the mines.” The agency had arranged her to do clerical work as her cover.

   “A common girl who can read? And such a beauty as well. Very impressive.”

   “Thank you, my Lord. My father worked in a bank and he made sure that we could all read and write as well as the nobles.”

   “And tell me, what did you think of tonight’s activities?”

   “Oh, it was fascinating, my Lord. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

   “Why don’t we find someplace more comfortable to speak? And I think that we can dispense with the formalities when it’s just the two of us, Kayley.”

   Soon enough the two of them were sitting in the private rooms the Murrell family used, off the back of The Witch’s Teat. They were now drinking wine from the family’s private supply, sitting together one the softest couch she had ever seen. “Tell me,” he said, “which part of tonight’s bout did you enjoy the most?”

   She considered his question and the intensity with which he was now gazing at her and she told the truth. “I think it was the beginning, during the introductions. There was something very primeval about it, like they were confronting each other at some elemental level. And then I quite liked the end as well, knowing which of them had asserted herself over the other.”

   “You weren’t lying about your father. That’s very well said. And I completely agree with you. That energy at the beginning. Seeing two women really size each other up, knowing that they are evaluating and comparing themselves with each other. There’s just nothing like it.”

   “Do they have matches here very often?”

   “Oh yes. I rather encourage it, you see. Although I’m very happy to report that the women of our city don’t need much encouragement on that end. We’ve always had a very healthy attitude toward competition and our women have always felt very free to be themselves. Not a lot of sitting around at home, waiting for husbands to tell them what to do. I’d call myself a facilitator. Make sure things stay reasonable, above board.”

   “That sounds wonderful, honestly. I wish people had been so forward-thinking where I grew up.”

   “That’s too bad. I take it women were more limited there?”

   “We weren’t allowed to express ourselves in public, no,” she answered, lowering her eyes out of nervousness, nervous at how excited she felt talking about it.

   “Did you not have much experience in this when you were growing up?”

   “No, not really. I would say that sometimes other women have been unkind. Especially older women,” she added.

   Willem smiled and leaned in and kissed her, softly at first and then deeply. “I’d like for you to come back to my estate for the evening.”

   They rode in his carriage to the Murrell estate. He sat with his arm around her, drawing her face toward his, and as he told her of his family’s long history in Galloway and the heroics of his ancestors he ran his forefinger along her thigh and across her waist. As they drew near the estate the trees seemed to grow in height and number and when they had reached the gate Kayley felt entirely enshrouded by their foliage, as if she were entering into some permanent bastion. The sentries at the gate bowed their heads as they passed and Kayley allowed herself to imagine it was for her. The house itself was larger than the entire building where her family had lived or the warehouse where she had met Diana. The front doors were nearly double her height and as she passed through she noticed the very pretty blonde maid who made the briefest eye contact with her and smiled. Ancient suits of armor, the skins of animals Kayley had never heard of, and before she could make sense of it all Willem was pulling her to the right and into the family’s private wing.

   When Willem and Kayley entered the hallway, a beautiful Colombian woman in her late teens was carrying a dinner tray toward them. She was stunning to look at and she carried herself as if she were herself part of the Murrell household. In the instant before the girl took notice of Lord Murrell and his guest, Kayley was able to see the smug look on her face and the self-satisfied roll of her hips and forward thrust of her chest. She was 5’4 and she had brown hair that hung down well past her shoulders in tangled curls. She was wearing a maid’s outfit that revealed well-toned legs and arms and a very impressive swell of cleavage. It was black with white lace trim and Kayley’s eye ran over the edging, thinking of the feminine flesh whose contours it traced. When she saw the two of them standing at the far end of the hall, she froze, her eyes focusing on Kayley.

   “My wife didn’t appreciate the dinner this evening?” Willem asked her.

   “Sent it back to the kitchen. Said she wanted soup instead. Who’s this?”

   Willem began to answer, but Kayley interrupted. “I’m a guest in this house, and you should address me with respect.”

   “You’re a nobody in this house until you prove otherwise, dearie,” the other girl answered, setting the tray on a table.

   “Now, Gabriela,” Willem said, stepping between them. “This is Kayley. She is a newcomer to Galloway. I just thought I’d introduce you to each other.”

   Kayley locked eyes with Gabriela and, drawing out each word, “That’s right. Now do please get along to the kitchen and fetch the Lady’s new dinner. And when you are done, you may come and see to us in, which bedroom would be best, Willem?” She enjoyed saying it and enjoyed thinking about what would come later, something she wanted to do and that was no longer part of a show for her investigation.

   “The East Room, I believe,” Willem answered.

   Half an hour later, Kayley had changed into a sleeveless evening gown that put her own impressive cleavage on display. She was standing in front of the bedroom’s mirror, pretending to fix her hair as she watched Willem watching her as he lay stretched on the enormous bed. The entire room was enormous, with more space set aside for drawing tables and couches over by the window than the entire house Kayley had grown up in. And the bed itself was probably larger than her own bedroom in the capitol. She cast another look around the room, at stuffed couches and the mountains of pillows everywhere, and then there was a knock on the door. Kayley opened it and blocked the entry with her body. Gabriela was standing in the hallway, still wearing her maid’s uniform, one hand on her hip. When she saw that Kayley had positioned herself to prevent her entering, she smirked. “Do you think you could keep me out?”

   “I can do anything I want with you,” Kayley answered. “And I want you to know it.” Gabriela’s body tensed, and Kayley knew she was ready to attack her. “But what I really want to do is this.” She slowly raised one hand and traced her finger along Gabriela’s upper arm, her shoulder, along her neck. And then when she lowered her finger and with the side of it rubbed the swell of Gabriela’s imposing bosom, she could feel the Colombian beauty inhale sharply. With a pull on the elbow Kayley guided her into the room and shut the door behind her. “And I want to do this,” she whispered, positioning herself behind Gabriela so that both women were facing Willem, who still lay stretched out on the bed. She kissed her slowly on the neck and then the cheek and as she did she slid her hands over her breasts. Gabriela tried to turn around but Kayley seized her by the hair, not pulling on it but a warning. “Hold on a second there, honey,” Kayley said. “Let’s see what we have here.” So saying she pulled down the front of Gabriela’s uniform to expose her breasts and took them in hand. As she slid her hands over the large mounds she thought of the fight she had watched earlier, the first between two women she had seen staged in such a way, and she began rubbing them faster and harder.

   “Got more than you have, honey,” Gabriela answered, emphasizing the last word. She moaned softly as Kayley was massaging her breasts, and then she began swaying her hips from side to side, grinding against Kayley. Kayley then gave her a pinch on the nipples. “Bitch!” Gabriela exclaimed, spinning around quickly. The two women were nose to nose, breasts pushed together, breathing hard. Willem was still watching from the bed, also gasping for air now and doing nothing to conceal his erection that pressed against the tight pants he wore. “You want to play rough? We can get as rough as you want. Although I’m not sure that’s how you want to spend your one night in Lord Murrell’s manor.”

   Kayley laughed and answered, “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, little girl. But I think that we can save the rough stuff for later.”

And she took hold of Gabriela’s cheeks with both hands and kissed her, hard. She pushed the other girl until her back struck the far wall, still kissing her. Gabriela grunted and then she grabbed Kayley’s ass, pulling her in. The two women were grinding together, kissing, moaning. Then Gabriela spun them around so that Kayley was on the wall. She stepped back and with a sharp tug snapped the shoulder straps of her gown and pulled it to the floor. The wondrous contours of Kayley’s body, the swell of her breasts, her surprisingly small, hard nipples, the breadth of her powerful hips and the sweep of her thighs. Gabriela stood gazing in admiration and then she pulled her uniform down and cast it aside. Her own larger breasts, the strength of her arms and her leaner hips. The two women stood before each other and then simultaneously they reached out and began gently rubbing each other’s breasts.

“You want to come in here and throw your shit around,” Gabriela said. “I’d love to give you a good beating tonight.” She moved her hands up to Kayley’s hair, pulling just enough to make her intention clear. “Please tell me that you’ll let me give this bitch everything she deserves,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Willem.

But Kayley gave her a smack on the cheek, not too hard but it was a clear sharp sound in the room. “You talk to me, not to him,” she warned her. “And don’t worry, your time is going to come. I’m going to take everything you have. Or at least, everything worth taking. And when I’m done, maybe I’ll allow you to stay on. As a sort of pet. You are rather pretty, you know. And that body, mmm mmm.”

The two women stared into each other’s eyes, only inches apart, chests touching, and then Willem stood from the couch and brought both ladies to bed.

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Re: The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1
« Reply #1 on: June 29, 2020, 02:17:41 AM »
CoffeeMug I cant express the joy I felt seeing you again here. Each year I read your legendary story SWAMPLAND, especially chapter 7 (Cristina vs Alejandra is probably the best catfight I ever read), which I lost count the times I read it. This story is as primising as Swampland, the first chapter is amazing, Im anxious for the second. Thank you for your fantastic stories


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Re: The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1
« Reply #2 on: June 29, 2020, 02:31:12 AM »
I have always loved your stories and this one has the start of being epic! The espionage genre is one that I love! I wonder what havoc wild happen is Kayley and Anna Chambers teamed up!   

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Re: The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1
« Reply #3 on: June 29, 2020, 03:04:51 AM »
Thanks for the responses! I didn't write for a while because, honestly, I didn't have that fire for it. But then a few weeks ago it came back and here we are.

I'm thinking this thing will be about 4 chapters, and then I'm thinking about what the next one might be. But we'll see.

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« Reply #4 on: August 10, 2020, 10:31:18 AM »
This is great!

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Re: The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1
« Reply #5 on: February 01, 2021, 08:57:31 PM »
Terrific Start to what I believe will be a great Story. Glad you got your fire back. I have loved your writings. Among the Mountain, Swampland, Florida Girls, etc. were Outstanding, as well as, your take off on JT Edson and what he should have written. I am, of course, referring to your posting of October 2015 when you developed a story line about a fight between Dawn and Carole. All of this is great work. Looks forward to your next chapter.

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Re: The Pride of Galloway, Ch 1
« Reply #6 on: February 03, 2021, 12:00:44 AM »
Thanks! There are a few other chapters on here somewhere. I've written the fights for two more stories from this; just gotta get the rest of em written.