The Doubling

by RRff

Xanora pays her sentence for bringing a false accusation against her rival

Princess Ashlym sat back in her soft chair and let the passionate music from the stringed instrument wash over her. When that movement ended, she opened her eyes, looked at the beautiful player and smiled. As the next movement started, the princess eased herself out of her chair and in time with the rhythm senually moved toward the musician. When she was positioned behind her, the tribal heir began lovingly running her fingers through the lady's wavy blonde hair.
As the musician played a long note at the end of a phrase, Ashlym tenderly eased her hand down the blonde's neck, across her right shoulder, then down the arm to gently grasp the player's hand. Before the next part could be played, the princess shifted the bow off the instrument and slowly slid it up the left arm of the player to her shoulder, and then the neck. A deep moan escaped the musician's lips as the bow was played lovingly across the left side of her neck, then along the jaw line to puckered, ruby lips, which elicited another deep moan. The player gently dropped the instrument to her lap as her head fell back. The princess slowly began bowing down the musician's chest toward the base of her magnificent mounds as she leaned over to plant a kiss on those waiting -- .
"Incoming message, Princess."
"*SIGH* Hold please," the princess ordered in a frustrated voice. She looked at the musician regretfully, then continued, "Their timing sucks, although yours was great."
"I told you we should have waited," offered Silver Stayvens as she stood up from the stool where she had been playing.
"Like you didn't enjoy what was happening," laughed Ashlym. "Well, what almost happened." She then turned to the communication panel and said, "Ready to receive message."
After a short pause, a formal, respectful voice was heard. "Sorry to disturb, Your Highness. But Cmdr. Naelida ordered us to present the litigant to you, and we have her here now."
"Enter," was Ashlym's simple command. A click was heard, then the door to the room slid open and five women walked through, stopping just inside. Two warizons were on either side of the former duchess, Xanora Boetia, and one followed behind. The fourth member of the squad, who had led them in, walked over to the princess, stopped in front of her and bowed.
"Where do you want her placed, Princess?" asked the leader.
"Against that wall," indicated Ashlym as she pointed to her left. The warizon nodded to her fellow guards, and watched as they led the scowling prisoner to the place indicated. She then returned her attention back to the princess.
"Will you need any further assistance, your highness?" she asked.
"Thank-you, no," Ashlym replied. At that answer, the warizon's eyes quickly darted to Silver before returning to the tribal heir. "You may depart," the princess concluded with finality. In response, all four warizons bowed, then turned and left, the door closing behind them.
"I'm surprised you two were found in here with your clothes on. I always suspected -- ."
"SILENCE!!" commanded Princess Ashlym. "In this room you are not to speak unless spoken to, Xanora. You lost all your rights when you attempted unsuccessfully to spread your lies before the whole tribe. And I told you then that you'd pay for this, and that time for payment is now." With a deep-throated growl and her face a mask of anger, Xanora leapt from the wall where she had been standing.
"You FOOL!!" laughed Ashlym. Not expecting that reaction, the former duchess froze. "You are even more stupid than I've believed. Are you really so rash as to want to attack me when my champion who demolished your heroine is standing right beside me?" Xanora glared coldly at her rival before her eyes focused warily on the blonde heroine whose victory had cost her so much.
Once her attention was distracted, Ashlym slowly began walking around behind her formal rival. She took the index finger of her gloved right hand and gently touched Xanora's right shoulder. Slowly, the princess moved her gloved left hand across her foe's back to the left shoulder, then down the left arm. When she got past the elbow, Ashlym shifted her hand to her prisoner's midsection. She sensuously began to massage and stroke the firm flesh under the skintight outfit.
"Your advances are wasted on me, your high and mightiness," sneered Xanora defiantly as she continued to keep a wary eye on Silver.
"Oh, don't worry, my dear former duchess," was Ashlym's rejoinder. "When the time comes, you will respond exactly as I wish." To emphasize her words, the princess brought her left hand up her rival's body and gently but firmly cupped and squeeezed her foe's soft, full left breast. Xanora's jaw tightened as she fought the stirrings of eroticism in her body. "In the meantime," the tribal heir continued, "I'm just checking out all my targets."
"Yeah right," snapped Xanora as she turned and looked back over her left shoulder. "It's just like you to cop a cheap feel when you couldn't earn that right by defeating me in combat -- without any outside interference." The raven-haired beauty shot a quick look at the warizon, then yelled a startled, "Hey!!" as she felt the back of her outfit being opened. She then turned again to look over her left shoulder and glare at the princess. "What are you doing?"
Steadily returning the gaze, Princess Ashlym walked back out in front of the former duchess, turned and faced her, fists on her hips. "Silly girl," she scoffed. "I don't need help from anyone to beat you up. And if that's a challenge, I gladly accept. As for what I was doing, I need you to remove that garment. I was just helping you get started. You should be more appreciative." At first, Xanora was going to refuse, but then with a smirk, stripped down until she was attired only in a pair of black panties. With a nod of approval, the young royal turned and went to bag, pulled out a small piece of clothing and tossed it at her rival.
"I'll play dress-up if you want," laughed Xanora as she tucked her breasts into the cups of the black string top, then struck a suggestive pose. "Now you can use the excuse that you were too overwhelmed by my beauty to take me on."
"Oh, don't worry. We're going to fight."
"Sure," Xanora responded. "You've already reminded me that your heroine would prevent me from exacting my revenge."
"Chickening out?" Ashlym asked with a big smile as she removed her blue silk gloves. She then turned to Silver and nodded.
"I give my word as an Aurora warizon to both of you," stated Silver, "that I will not interfere." The blonde warizon then turned and walked off to a far corner of the room, while the Princess removed her ceremonial navy vest. The warizon leaned back against the wall and made herself comfortable. She looked on hoping that she would be able to keep her word as the two rivals slowly circled each other.
Knowing that she had wanted to do this for a long time, Xanora decided not to waste any more time on preliminaries. She quickly moved in and drilled a left to Ashlym's midsection causing her double over with a loud grunt. She immediately followed up with a right uppercut to the left breast bringing a cry of complaint to the young royal's lips as she straightened up. Ashlym spun away to get her distance, but Xanora moved in quickly to close the gap.
Not wanting to let her rival feel she had any advantage, the princess made sure she got off the first punch this time. This initiated an exchange of blows to each other's belly and breasts. As members of the royal class, neither was ever expected to fight, but both had been trained in the basics of the warizon arts. So each was capable of not only protecting themselves, but also inflicting a great deal of punishment on an opponent's body.
And for the next four to five minutes, both of them in fact did punish each other. While the slightly taller raven-haired beauty, with her leaner and more wirey build was a touch quicker, Ashlym's fuller, rounder, but tightly compacted body allowed her to deliver the heavier blows, and to better withstand her foe's. With those advantages, very soon the princess had winded Xanora badly with power body shots. And less air made it more difficult for the former duchess to concentrate and find ways past Ashlym's ever improving defences.
Another edge the tribal heir had was that she not only had watched Silver do her fight training, but also had worked out with her. The warizon eagerly had shown the princess a couple of her favourite tricks and special moves that she gleefully now was putting to use. The princess was going long periods of time without being hit while regularly punishing Xanora's belly and breasts with punches, chops, kicks and spears. Silver smiled with satisfaction at the skill and efficiency with which her 'student' made use of her 'lessons'. The blonde warizon also found herself occasionally rubbing her own belly when Ashlym landed a nasty strike there, wondering what it would be like to be helpless and on the receiving end of a series of those wrecking ball shots from the princess.
With fiery pain raging through her body, the former duchess was getting more and more frantic as she realized that any hoped for revenge at this time was becoming increasingly remote. As her attempts at punches and kicks grew wilder and more desperate, the former duchess was leaving herself open for Ashlym's accurate, jackhammer blows. Feet, knees and fists were pounding Xanora's abs and obliques, mixed in with chops, forearm shivers, punches, and three finger stabs to the bottom and sides of her 34DD breasts, as well as straight on to the nipple.
The strain of trying to get enough air into her body combined with the tremendous amount of pain she was in made it very difficult for Xanora to stay on her feet. Each new blow caused her body to stagger to one side or the other, or straight back. As well, an occasional blow would lift her slightly off her feet. And every time her midsection or mounds were mashed, the room was filled with her grunts and cries of complaint. Finally, a combination of punches to the breasts and abs sent her down to the floor in a quivering heap of flesh, as she gasped and groaned loudly.
Applauding and cheering, Silver skipped across the room toward her princess. After a brief congratulatory hug, they engaged in a long kiss while they waited for Xanora to recover. They also made sure their smooching was loud enough so that the former duchess would be aware of what was going on. And as she struggled to deal with her physical torment, the psychological pain from what Xanora was hearing made those sensations even more acute.
Princess Ashlym and Silver broke the embrace when they heard an extra long groan from Xanora. They both turned and looked toward the sound, then shifted positions so that they now stood side by side, each with an arm around the waist of the other. As they watched Xanora's slow recovery process, they occasionally would look at each other and smile. Eventually, the former duchess had made her way to her feet, though still bent over. She then finally straightened up, as her breathing slowly began returning to normal.
All the former duchess could do now was glare at her rival with hatred burning in her eyes, fueled by the fact that she again had failed to best the princess. Silver and Ashlym simply stared back at Xanora, amused to see that her face also displayed bitterness from the knowledge that what she had longed suspected was in fact true. And having legally had been proven a liar, Xanora would not be believed if she told anyone. All this added to her frustration from knowing that now there was no escape from the sentence that was about to be imposed.
"Silver, would you please start this off?" Ashlym asked as they broke their embrace and turned to face each other.
"It would be my pleasure, Your Highness," responded the warizon with an exaggerated bow and a big smile, knowing that the use of the honorific would further irritate the prisoner. Seeing that she did in fact have Xanora's attention, Silver slowly licked her lips as her eyes travelled up and down the body of the former duchess with a leer. Seeing her rival distracted, the princess moved in behind Xanora, grabbed her arms, and put them in a double-hammer lock. At first Xanora struggled to get free, but was too weakened by the pounding she had endured to escape the strong grip of the young royal. Realizing that her struggles were in vain, she knew that her only remaining hope was that this would not last long.
But when Silver threw her first punch, the former duchess suspected that she was going to be in for a lengthy sentencing session as the blonde's left to the bellybutton was pulled. While not a love tap, it was definitely hard enough restoke the fiery pain in Xanora's midsection. When the next punch was delivered to her the same spot with the same strength, Xanora knew that her captors were going to try and make this last as long as possible.
As with the trial combat, the doubling was only concluded when the guitly party was rendered unconscious. Any attempts to escape or to try and fool the captors would result in additional punishments as dictated by Cmdr. Naelida. So Xanora knew she would have to put up with whatever and however the princess and her companion had determined the sentence would be carried out. And as each punched landed, it was more and more obvious that they wanted to fire off as many punches as possible before they felt that sentence had fully been served.
Since Silver was expert at reading an opponent's reactions, she was able to time and space her punches so that while they were not her hardest, they were causing the former duchess a great deal of
discomfort. And every strike forced the air out of Xanora's body with a loud grunt, causing her to gasp and pant as she desperately tried to get air back into her lungs. The blonde warizon used both fists to target not only the ab muscles, but also ripped hooks to the obliques that caused Xanora to bend around each blow.
When an uppercut to the solar plexus produced a much louder grunt than previous punches, Silver decided that either she was punching too hard, or that Xanora was beginning to weaken too quickly. She stepped back and took a big breath as she ran her fingers through her wavy blonde locks.
"Would you like a turn, Your Highness?" asked Silver with mock seriousness.
"I certainly would, thank-you," replied Ashlym in the same tone as she released the hammerlock. She then came around Xanora's left side as Silver slipped in behind from the right. The blonde warizon thrust her arms up under the raven-haired beauty's armpits and secured her in a full nelson. Then the princess moved in a began firing off a series of punches with both fists to the midection of the former duchess. Fueled by adrenaline and the emotional build up through the years that was finally finding its release in this moment, she started off punching harder than she planned. After hearing the first couple of loud grunts, and following a reminder from Silver, she was able to use less force that they had planned.
Through the haze of pain and lack of air, Xanora felt the smallest relief that at least neither of them had targetted her breasts. That changed suddenly when on her next turn Silver started to rip uppercuts with both hands into both breasts, which caused Xanora to wail in pain with every blow. So while her breathing wasn't affected as badly as with shots to the abs, the addition of this fiery torment was adding to her mental anguish.
When the princess eventually came back out front, she fired off stiff, straight rights to Xanora's left breast, and lefts to the right one. The heir then lowered her aim and fired off the same number and
types of punches to her rival's midsection before going back up top. When the former duchess felt she had detected a pattern to Ashlym's punches, she tried to prepare herself. But that smallest amount of relief was more than cancelled out by the fact that each new blow increased the pain she was feeling.
Her anticipation of receiving the same pattern from Silver were dashed immediately when the heroine started her session by randomly delivering a series of chops, punches and three finger stabs to her breasts, belly and obliques. And in true warizon fashion, the blows landed at different speeds and strengths, and from every possible direction. The insides and outsides of her breasts were battered causing Xanora's body to jerk and twist about. And her breathing was becoming more and more ragged as the now more forceful blows pushed deeper and deeper into her abs, emptying her lungs of air.
When the blonde finally stopped her onslaught and the princess released her hold, Xanora crumpled to the floor. With a nod of agreement, Silver and Ashlym bent down grabbed her elbows and pulled the former duchess back to her feet. The heroine pressed Xanora's left arm back against the wall with her right while the heiress held the other arm with her left. Then Ashlym's right fist and Silver's left drilled punches into the prisoner's already battered body.
At first they alternated, with one punching then the other. They started by using that scheme on Xanora's abs, then they both switched to the breasts. Then, one would punch the breasts followed by the other pounding the midsection, and vice versa. Initially, they threw their punches in a definite rhythm, but then began varying the rate and speed of the blows. Finally, they threw punches at the same time, one to the belly, the other to the breasts.
When they released her arms, the former duchess collapsed to the floor groaning loudly. While Xanora lay writhing on the ground, Ashlym and Silver took a moment to catch their breath. When they felt they were re-energized, they once more nodded to one another, and again bent down and pulled Xanora to her feet by her arms. But this time, they each twisted one arm in a double hammerlock, then pressed down on her back. Then the princess with her right and her heroine with her left started driving their knees up into the unprotected abs.
Each blow drove what little air remained from Xanora's lungs with raspy grunts. When the prisoner's knees began to wobble, Ashlym's knee found the right breast while Silver's found the left. They started by driving up their legs at the same time, then took turns, which allowed them to then alternate betweeen blows to the breasts and midsection. Again, Xanora's knees eventually gave way. She was released and allowed to drop to the floor, a groaning, quivering mass of flesh.
"So, do you think she's had enough?" asked Ashlym after taking a couple of moments to again regain her breath.
"It doesn't sound like you do," Silver replied with a smile. "Do you have something in mind?"
"Would it be okay with you if I finished her off myself?"
"Not at all Your Highness," Silver responded. "After all, you were the one who was wrongly accused."
While Silver took a step back, Ashlym bent down and once again pulled her bitter, battered rival to her feet. She pushed Xanora back against the wall and lifted her hands up over the bedraggled black locks while the duchess weakly protested the idea of further punishment. The princess pressed both wrists against the wall with her left hand, then pounded away at her favourite targets with her right.
"I told you that I had to check these out," Ashlym taunted after a blow to the left breast brought a particularly loud cry of complaint to Xanora's trembling lips. "I needed a before and after comparison for when I finish." With that, the princess resumed her pounding until there was little or no vocal response to the punches, and the prisoner's jerking, spasmotic body movements had all but ceased. When she released Xanora's wrists, the former duchess dropped to her knees then fell forward onto her sore swollen sacks with a slight grunt. She lay in that position, unmoving, with only an occasion low, hesitant groan to indicate her breathing.
"Glad I don't have to fight you," laughed Silver as she clapped her hands, then ran over to give her benefactor a big hug.
"Like I would stand a chance," responded Ashlym when the embrace was broken. "Oh, and thanks for your help."
"It was my pleasure. So now what?"
"Well, the punching part is over," the princess commented. Then she continued with a sly smile, "But as you may know, royalty has the right to subject the guilty party to whatever additional humiliation they desire. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. Would you please be so kind as to assist me?"
Silver nodded, and they both bent down. The princess grabbed the arms of the former duchess, and her heroine grabbed the legs. They carried her to the middle of the room, placed her on the floor on her back. Next, Ashlym sat down on Xanora's hips, then pulled the front of her top up over the top her head to free her majestic mounds. Finally, the young royal leaned forward and lightly smacked the raven-haired beauty's face until a low groan signaled the creeping return of consciousness.
"Welcome back," said the princess.
"W - - what -- do you -- want?" groaned Xanora.
"Thanks for asking," replied Ashlym as she straightened back up. "But I have everything I want right here, right now."
"Get off me," protested Xanora as she weakly pushed at Ashlym's knees and thighs. The princess laughed in response, grabbed Xanora's wrists, shoved her hands under her ass, then the young royal held them there with her knees. Next, Ashlym leaned forward again, and loosened the strings of the top she had given to the former duchess earlier. She then tossed the garment aside, exposing Xanora's aching and swollen 34DD's. Finally, the blonde put her hands on those former targets, and gently began to massage them.
Xanora tried to resist Ashlym's pleasurings, but she had been so weakened by the doubling that her body quickly gave in to those enticements. Very soon her moans were partly from the pain in her mounds from them being touched again, and partly from her rapidly rising arousal. As the princess's fingers moved over the puffed up mams, Xanora's nipples stiffened, further signifying her body's responsiveness to the caresses.
Seeing that, Ashlym bent forward and began licking and kissing the areolas and nipples. This brought even louder moans from Xanora's lips as she began to squirm underneath the princess. Ashlym's hands and fingers began to move with more and more urgency as she also became more aroused. She moved her mouth quickly back and forth between the two mounds while she continued to keep her hands busy.
As her level of arousal continued to rise, the princess pressed her breasts down onto of her rival's. She lifted up her legs and moved them back so that her hips and thighs were on top of Xanora's. Next, she shifted position slightly and pressed her right thigh up against Xanora's already damp pleasure mound. As she pumped forward with that limb, Ashlym rubbed and pressed her massive 40DD's down onto the mounds underneath her.
The former duchess had tried vainly to fight her body's escalating arousal. But she had been weakened so much by the imposed
sentence, and Ashlym was an expert at this particular brand of witchcraft. As Xanora felt pleasure rising in her body, her mind also was aware of the fact her rival not only had beaten her badly physically, but also now had shown that she 'owned' her. She grit her teeth and shook her head from side to side as if that would stave off the inevitable. But with the weight of the blonde's massive mounds flattening her orbs and restricting her breathing, and the royal nipples digging into her breast flesh, the raven-haired beauty was unable to resist the foaming, cresting wave. Xanora's neck stretched out as her head tilted back and her body arched as an orgasm rippled through her. Yet despite the magnitude of those pleasurable feelings, the former duchess knew that because she was experiencing them, her humiliation now was complete.
Ashlym enjoyed her 'mattress' for a short while before pushing herself up and stretching with pleasure. But as she settled back on Xanora's hips, she knew that she wasn't finished yet. The blonde wanted to make sure that her rival paid in full for the scheming and lies that had been the hallmark of their relationship. And she wanted to make sure that the former duchess, at that moment still revelling in the glow of her climax, was fully aware of who was imposing this subserviency on her. The princess leaned forward and gently grabbed Xanora's chin with her right hand.
"Hey, duchess of debauchery," Ashlym called out softly. "There's something you need to take a close look at." After a short pause in which it seemed she hadn't heard, the eyes of the raven-haired beauty opened slowly. When they met the young royal's stunning blue eyes, the former duchess was puzzled by their intense gaze. But as the princess slowly started to lean forward, Xanora suddenly realized was about to happen. Her pupils immediately widened in fear and alarm.
"No!! Don't!!" protested the former duchess as she desperately shook her head from side to side. "I beg y -- !!" But Xanora's pleas for leniency were cut off as Ashlym's 40DD's came down on her chin. Panic overwhelmed the raven-haired beauty as those face cushions slowly began to cover her mouth, then her nose. With her body sapped of strength from the pounding, and with her emotional energy drained from her orgasmic humiliation, Xanora lacked the resources she needed to move her stouter, more full-bodied rival off her own body to free herself and escape the knockout manuevre.
As her heroine had done during the pleasuring, the princess did not secure the hold by wrapping her arms underneath her rival's head. She simply eased her majestic orbs forward inch by inch, first covering Xanora's mouth, then her nose. The blonde knew that the weight of her full, firm mounds were enough to cinch the smother and completely cut off the former duchess's air supply.
With little movement from her badly weakened rival, Ashlym was unable to fully enjoy the benefits that subjugating an opponent in this way usually provided. But that did not prevent the princess from moaning erotically as she luxuriated in her dominant position, especially when she thought about all that had led to this situation. When all movement underneath her from Xanora ceased with the onset of unconsciousness, the princess at last felt all the torment she endured through the years had been redressed in full.
"Uh, wow, I guess," Silver finally voiced in hushed tones following a couple of moments of silence once Ashlym's sounds of pleasure had died down. "I think I'm jealous," she continued softly with an affected pout as she looked down and away.
"No need to be my sweet," responded Ashlym as she eased herself up off the prone, unmoving figure of the former duchess. "Things didn't quite come to the conclusion I was hoping for," said the princess with a sly smile as she put her gloves back on after getting to her feet. "But it was still tons of fun." The young royal then pulled her top back down over her majestic mounds, and turned back to face her heroine. When she noticed the attitude being presented by her favourite warizon, she extended her right hand towards her, then lightly grasped Silver's left. At first Ashlym gently pulled the warizon towards her, but when she met resistance and saw no change in attitude, the princess gave a stronger tug. Caught off guard, Silver stumbled forward and smacked breast to breast up against her benefactor.
Each women stared playfully into the other's eyes as they giggled. They then engaged in a long, deep, passionate kiss as their hands urgently roamed and caressed over back, hips, ass and thighs. Once again putting her talented hands and fingers to work, with subtle movements Ashlym slowly was able to turn her champion's body around so that Silver's powerful back was leaning against the royal rack.
The tribal heir continued to keep her hands busy, working her way up from Silver's thighs to her abs, teasing and massaging. Each touch resulted in the quickening of her champion's breathing. When Ashlym's hands reached the blonde's 38DD's, Silver let out a long, deep moan of pleasure. The princess then dropped her left hand back down the heroine's abs to massage them while the right cupped and played with the now swollen right mound, which produced another moan. Ashlym was about to switch the position of her hands, when a loud groan from behind her reached her ears.
"Well, look who's back," taunted Ashlym as she and her heroine turned to the sound to see the former duchess slowly rolling onto her side as consciousness returned, one hand on her forehead, and the other clenched on the floor. "I think you should get your gloves," Ashlym continued with a smile, "so that we can bring this little party to a hot, spicy conclusion." Silver smiled back and nodded, then turned and went back to where she had been playing. She picked up a pair of navy-blue, silk gloves from an accent table, put them on and returned to the side of the princess.
As Xanora became aware of her surroundings, she remembered that her bitter rival had humilitated her once again by breastsmothering her into unconsciousness. What cut her even more deeply was the fact tbe fact she couldn't do anything about. The princess had carried out sentence as tradition had prescribed, and had taken advantage of the provision available to royalty for additional punishments and humiliations, such as what she'd just experienced. And with the depth of the emnity between them, she expected that the heir wasn't finished. So, it did not come as a surprise when she heard Ashlym speak again.

"I have to apologize, duchie," sneered the princess as she moved toward her. "I cut you off when you first arrived as you were about to begin speculating about something. But you got a glimpse of the truth earlier, before your sentencing. I now give you permission to speak freely on that subject." When Xanora kept her face turned down toward the floor and made an unintelligible response, Ashlym knelt down beside her. She reached over grabbed Xanora's face and turned it toward her. "Well, you can't say I didn't give you a chance," the princess continued with feigned disappointment. "But you have declined the opportunity. Now, however, after all you've been through, I think you deserve to know the truth." When there was still no response, Ashlym pushed Xanora onto her back. She then climbed back on top of her rival's hips, and once again trapped her hands under her knees. She then turned and signalled to her heroine who obediently sat down behind her on Xanora's thighs. The princess then leaned forward so that her face was right up close to her rival's.
"Now, duchess dearie," taunted the princess, "you will have an up close and personal view of a reality that you've so long suspected, but have never been able prove. Sure, go ahead. Close your eyes, if you really think that will help. But I know it would be just like you to keep your eyes open throughout."
As Ashlym had been talking, Silver had been massaging her benefactor's neck, and caressing her shoulders and upper back. When the princess concluded her taunt, the heroine brought her right hand up to Ashlym's chin and gently turned her face so that they could engage in a long, deep kiss. Then, the blonde champion moved her lips down to Ashlym's chin, and back along jawline to her ear and neck. At the same time, Silver's left hand dropped down to the princess's left orb and began fondling it.
In response to the pleasurings, the princess moved her hands to her champion's full, firm, thick thighs and lightly began to stroke them. As Silver continued to caress and kiss, Ashlym's responses became more urgent, and she started to moan with pleasure. Xanora, who was using what remaining strength she had to keep her eyes closed, now tried turning her head from side to side in a futile attempt to prevent the sounds from adding further insult to her mind.
By then, Silver her moved her right hand to Ashlym's right breast. Now with both hands, the warizon randomly went from lightly stroking, to urgently massaging, and delicately flicking and twirling the tribal heir's rock-hard erect nipples between her fingers. The body of the princess undulated as it filled with ecstasy, her breathing shallower, and moans even louder.
Suddenly, Ashlym grabbed her champion's wrists and pulled the blonde's hands off her breasts. She quickly moved forward over her rival's body until she was right over Xanora's face. The former duchess had opened her eyes to see what was going on when the princess had stopped moaning. Seeing the already damp bottom of the blonde's outfit right above her, she knew what was coming. But she had no time to protest or turn her head as the royal heir plomped her regal womanhood down onto her face.
Ashlym once again began moaning as she gyrated her hips faster and faster. Xanora's feeble attempts to free her face added to the friction that the princess so delightfully was experiencing. In only moments, the fires of eroticism that Silver had so expertly stoked exploded as an orgasm shook the royal's body.
The princess stayed on her 'throne' for several more minutes enjoying the position, and the feeling that being there produced. Then, she slowly rolled off the unconscious former duchess onto the
floor, eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling. Silver, meanwhile, remained still seated on Xanora's thighs looking down at her benefactor. When Ashlym's dreamy eyes turned toward her champion, the blonde officer got up, went over to the glowing heir, bent down and picked her up. She carried the princess over to the soft chair she had been sitting in before the doubling began. The heroine then went to communication panel and ordered in the royal guards.
"The chief warizon ordered me to inform you that she wishes to see you upon the conclusion of the doubling," ordered the lead guard.
"Acknowledged," replied the blonde warizon. Her disappointment at knowing her evening with Ashlym had come to an end quickly was surpassed by curiousity as to why the commander wanted to see her. And why now? She watched the other members of the royal guard remove Xanora, then went to the tribal heir. After informing her of the change of plans and that she would finish the concert later, Silver gave the still very relaxed princess a light peck on the lips, then left to meet her leader.

The group of guards literally dragged the comatose former duchess down the hall back to the room in which she had been imprisoned. One of the guards they passed in the hallway had to use all of her warizon training to harness the rising anger she felt at seeing Xanora passing by in such a ramshackle condition. The length of time that the doubling was supposed to take had long since been exceeded. And the sheen on Xanora's face was an indication that the princess had done more than simply carry out the basic sentence. She would report all those details immediately upon the conclusion of her shift.