Princesses of Pain
By H13
Quintanta strode through the pulsating crowd, her face set as if in stone, impassive to all around her. Her eyes were fixed only on the towering edifice before her. She didn’t feel the touches of the throng on her robe and hair, held back only by the warriors who had been summoned to escort her to the temple. Her naked body tingled under the soft fabric as it brushed against her, sending almost erotic sensations up and down her lean and muscled form. She was amazed by the sheer beauty of the rising sun behind the stone structure and she stopped for a moment to take it all in.
She smiled, her full ruby lips slightly parting, and she looked up the hundred steps that led to the top of the temple.
She would be walking up those steps a princess.
But she would be walking down a queen.
She shook out her long black hair and stayed the warriors with an imperious motion of her hand. Soon they would be hers to command in all ways. Her deep brown eyes lit with joy for a moment at the thought, and then hardened. She tilted her chin upwards and turned around, holding her arms out to play to the crowd who had gathered around the western side of the temple this morning. Every person in the great city of Bhontalpec was here, it seemed. And why not? A queen hadn’t been crowned from the temple in over fifteen years.
The masses went into a frenzy, pushing towards her before being repulsed by the guards.
She basked in the attention, knowing her power, grace and beauty were unmatched in this city and indeed in all of the Mayan lands.
All she now had to do was remove one last inconvenient obstacle from her path and her destiny would be fulfilled.
It had been a long time coming, and Quin was going to take GREAT pleasure in her work this morning.
“I WILL BE YOUR QUEEN BY MIDDAY! I WILL CAST DOWN THE UNWORTHY! MY PEOPLE, CHEER FOR ME!”
The crowd erupted, whether out of love or bloodlust Quintanta neither knew, nor cared. It changed nothing.
She began to climb the hundred steps to her future.
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On the opposite side of the temple the same scene was played out as Daarlka slowly walked to the temple with her back to the rising sun. She could feel its heat on her hair and through her almost sheer robe to her back. Her sense of anticipation was so great it was almost tactile. Tonight she would bed a king and sleep on the finest fabrics in all the empires lands.
She wanted to enjoy every minute of this day, to feel the adulation of this mass of people brought together on her behalf.
It isn’t every day one not only becomes a queen, but gets to vanquish her most hated enemy in the process.
She stopped often to allow people to reach out to her, returning their touches, but careful not to let it linger or be inappropriate. She felt every inch a ruler, offering her benediction to her subjects.
“I will never forget you, my friends, my people!”
Finally, she reached the foot of the great tower. She stood and stared up at the top, her blue eyes clouded over and she smiled in wonder. Even though she had prepared for this day for what seemed like her whole life, she was incredulous she was here and this day had finally come. She was still somewhat in awe of the huge structure, the tallest in all the capital and indeed, the known lands. Built long ago, it had seen many crownings…and sacrifices. She mentally counted the hundred steps as she had done so many times before; sixty leading up from the ground to the flat landing, then another forty ascending to the top platform.
She discovered she was slightly wet between her thighs. This pleased her.
As her opposite was doing on the other side of the temple, Daarlka turned to the crowd, who stood back almost intimidated by her radiant power and sheer beauty. She knew there was nobody like her in all the lands, and now she would show it.
“I TAKE STRENGTH FROM YOUR LOVE MY FRIENDS, MY PEOPLE! I WILL PROVE MYSELF WORTHY OF THIS LOVE AS I WALK DOWN FROM THIS TOWER YOUR QUEEN! LET US ALL REJOICE IN THIS DAY!”
The crowd roared its approval.
Daarlka turned her back on them and let their cheers buoy her as she started to climb.
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“It is a fine day to crown a mate, eh Chechopitlan?”
“Yes, my king. The sun will shine brightly on your mate. The Gods must approve.”
King Technotilopochan nodded thoughtfully.
“It is a shame I cannot simply have them both. Are we SURE I cannot do that?”
“As ruler, I suppose you may do as you wish my King. But I do not think these two would settle for being shared.”
“Yes Chechopitlan, you are probably correct in that” the big man let out a loud bark of laughter “if I were to do such a thing, I foresee one of these would remove the other as soon as she got a chance. No, it is best to do this. They have both wanted this for a very, very long time.”
“To be queen?”
“Both to be queen and to prove for once and for all who is the best…the most beautiful….the most…womanly…” Technotilopochan trailed off.
The two men, the young king and his aged advisor, stood atop the great temple. They awaited the women as they made their way up the stairs.
Technotilopochan had been fully aware of the lifelong animosity between the two, he should know better than anyone after all, as a prince he had only been two years older than Quin and Daar and had seen the looks and had heard the whispered remarks exchanged between the two girls his whole life. He always knew he would choose one for his mate, after all they were princesses of the highest families in the land, but for the life of him he could not decide. He had gone from one to the other in his mind ever since he had been old enough to understand what the thing between his legs was used to do to a woman.
Thankfully, his ancestors had already thought of a way to handle such things. His own Father had chosen his second wife in such the same fashion, and Technotilopochan still remembered watching, fascinated, as his five year old self saw the bloody and broken body of the once beautiful Xitloitol thrown down the hundred by her conqueror, and his step mother, Ptratichian.
The thought of one of these beauties lying lifeless at the bottom of the great temple saddened him, it was indeed such a waste, but it was the way of the world. A cruel place where lives were often short and brutal and Technotilopochan knew full well the world cared not about the beauty of two teenaged girls when death knocked upon ones door.
He had summoned them to his throne room two months previous to make sure this was what they wanted, whether one would back down to the other. But he knew they both had lusted after him their whole lives.
Quin was from an ancient house closely related to his own, and her striking looks had always aroused him in the most primal of ways. Her long black hair fell down her back in gentle tousles and framed a strong face with huge brown eyes and stunning full lips. Her skin was flawlessly burnished brown and it lay over a body that was strong with muscle, but still completely feminine. Her breasts were firm and large as the harvest fruits and her stomach was lean and flat descending to long legs that Technotilopochan could not stop thinking about wrapping around his powerful chest.
She was educated, thoughtful and every inch a queen in the making and she knew it. She carried herself with the style and grace of one who knew her place on the top of the heap and embraced it with vigor.
In any other time, there would be NO question she was the perfect choice as a mate for a great warrior king.
But Daarlka was a creature out of time.
Simply put, nobody had ever seen the like of her.
Her great grandfather had been found washed up on the shores of the great water to the east with the wreckage of a great ship. He had been half drowned but had been revived and had told his incredulous rescuers a tale beyond belief.
He said his name was Skaarjold and he came from a land of ice and snow he called “Norde.” He had been a great warleader of his people and with others such as himself he had set forth to raid and explore lands that were rumored to be far west of his home. But a storm had come upon him and his companions and had blown them so far off their course they no longer knew where it was their ship was going. Even more disastrous, their sails had been irreparably damaged. For many weeks they had drifted on the open water. Eventually, only he had been left alive, and it had been nothing more than sheer luck when his ship had run itself aground on the beach, and he was even more lucky a hunting party had been scouring the shore for shellfish for the market.
The huge blonde man had been a shell of his former self when he was rescued, but within weeks had started filling back out. Within six months, he was the biggest man in the empire and the strongest. He had bested any warrior who chose to face him in combat, laughing the whole time.
It didn’t take long before a princess of the empire had taken him for her own.
And so Skaarjold became a prince of the Maya.
His sons and grandsons had all inherited his large frame and long blonde hair, mixed in with the typical Mayan coloring, but his line had yet to have a daughter.
Until Daarlka.
They had never seen a woman with hair the color of corn silk and eyes like the water before. It set off against her bronzed skin like night and day. Her body was taller than that of the pureblood native women and was set off with a very feminine musculature as well as a very large set of breasts that jutted out from her chest as if in challenge. Simply put, she was the most striking beauty in the whole empire. Couple that with the nature of her fierce ancestors and ever since she had been born, it was believed she had been destined for great things.
Queen perhaps. Almost certainly in fact.
But all her life, Quin had stood in her way.
Technotilopochan could remember almost a dozen times when the two had nearly gone for each other’s throats. Always, they were held back by the rules of behavior for the ruling classes, but he had seen the looks they shot each other whenever they could.
In fact, when he had called them both into his throne room after he had ascended after the passing of his father; they had nearly gone for each other without even being told why they were there. Technotilopochan knew they both knew the purpose of his summons though, and you could cut the tension with a knife as he laid out the challenge before them.
“It will sadden me greatly to lose one of your beauty and grace, but I may only have one queen. Do you both accept the challenge I lay before you to show not only me, but the people of our nation, that you are worthy to be the mother of our people?”
Daar had been the first to respond. She did not even hesitate.
“My handsome king, whom I have long admired, I have dreamed of this day. You honor my family both here and far away with your consideration of me as a queen. I am proud to accept this challenge to show you my worthiness as a fighter and as a woman, and I will bear you great strong children after I send this ugly bitch screaming to the bottom of the great temple.”
Quin crossed her arms across her chest at this and tensed visibly.
“I do not know why I must compete with this half breed whore to be queen of my people my king, I alone have the proper lineage to give you real sons of Maya and serve you as a woman in every way. This one…” and she sneered at Daar and rolled her eyes in utter contempt, “is only fit to satisfy the base warriors, not a king. But ever since we were children and I learned of men, I have admired and wanted you, even if you were not king I would still fight for you. This slut of a thousand goats is nothing to me, and my king, I will be crowned with her yellow hair as part of my own head dressing after I rip it from her head!”
At this, the two women had started to go for one another. Evidently to settle the issue right there on the throne room floor.
“STOP!” and he rammed his staff to the stone floor.
They both stopped and turned to him, the women were breathing heavily and there was the light of murder in their eyes.
“You WILL respect this room and not behave like fighting cats in the back alleys! This will be settled as we have always settled these matters. You have two months. Prepare wisely. Now begone with both of you. If I hear of you violating my wishes before then, neither of you will be my queen!”
Guards led the two away in opposite directions.
Chechopitlan broke him from his revelry. Technotilopochan was not shocked to discover he had become erect thinking about what was to come. He supposed he had wanted to see these two have this fight for most of his twenty years.
“They arrive my King.”
“Ah yes, they do. I am greatly anticipating this Chechopitlan. Tell me, have you ever seen two women of such beauty climb to the top of the temple for such a challenge?”
“I have not been able to see more than a handful of these in my sixty years my king, but I cannot offhand remember combat of such a high standard of female before.”
Technotilopochan sighed.
“Are you SURE I cannot simply keep them both?”
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Qunitanta was first to gain the top of the hundred steps. As she knew she would be. She had wanted her king to see her first, to be taken in and appreciated by his eyes.
She ran her hands through her long, thick, black hair and stood looking at the king and the high priest as if in challenge, her hand poised on the side of her hip.
She saw the light in the kings eyes, but he remained silent. Quin knew he was not allowed to speak to his prospective brides until after his queen was crowned, lest he reveal any sort of bias on the day of the battle crowning.
She didn’t care; she knew he adored her more than the yellow haired bitch.
Chechopitlan was the one to speak: “Quintanta, please, welcome this day. Thank you for coming. Please, I ask you to sit and await your other. “
Quintanta nodded and sent Technotilopochan a look as if she would eat him right there, then she licked her full red lips and sat down slowly.
“I cannot wait to bed him this night. I cannot wait to break this half breed foreign bitch under my power and send her to the beyond. I have waited half my life for this day, my destiny! I can already feel her crumble before me as my hands ruin her breasts, her sex. Oh she will die, and then I will show this king what a real woman can do for him!”
It was only a matter of a couple minutes before she heard her hated enemy mount the last stairs. She did nothing to hide her sneer as she continued to stare at her soon to be husband.
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Daarlka gained the top of the tower and spared a side glace for the dirty whore who had already arrived. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her soon to be husband and the temple elder.
She felt herself get wet between her thighs as she saw him stiffen when he laid eyes on her. She noted the look of rage on Quintanta’s face as she noted it too.
“Even in my robe I can bring him to hardness when you cannot. You are not fit to be his queen and now I will prove it.”
She had never lain with a man, but in her fantasies she had taken him many times already. She had no doubt she would pleasure him as nobody else could. She also had fanaticized about breaking Qunitanta in her strong arms or between her smooth, yet hard, thighs, hearing the cxnt cry out her mortal submission, feeling her life ebb away in Daarlka’s power. Then, seeing her black hair fly out as she sailed from the top of the temple to her death…
She realized she now had juices dripping down her thighs.
Chechopitlan welcomed her to the battle site and bade her to sit.
Daarlka brushed a strand of yellow hair that had fallen across her face and smiled, catlike, at her king. She made her blue eyes shine as she looked at him. She knew what her eyes did to the men, who had never seen blue eyes on a person before, and she knew the king was no exception.
She slowly assumed a sitting position. Noting Quintanta was staring at her with undisguised hate.
She sent her gaze at the piece of shit like two blue laser beams, trying to piece her soul.
“You will never stop me. I am the blood of great warriors, and I will defeat you and claim what is mine. The gods are with me, while you are just a common whore, no better than any in this city. Why you are even here, I do not know, but rest assured I will break you of any pretenses you may have had that you are fit to be a queen and I will see you DIE!”
She noted the sun had nearly crested the temple.
It was almost time.
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“Shall we? The sun has nearly reached the point.” Chechopitlan said to Technotilopochan.
The king turned and nodded to his high priest. Tradition stated that he himself was not allowed to speak when the princesses were present, so as not to show any indication of favoritism and as such despair one of the combatants before the match.
But inside he was giddy as a young buck.
“I am truly blessed. No king has ever had two such specimens fight for the honor to be his wife. Look at them, Quin, my beautiful dark love, your face, your full curves, I have seen the look in your eyes for me for years now, and Daar, oh Gods Daar, the yellow haired daughter of the great warriors, never has a king had a chance to bed one such as you, to look into those blue eyes and grab those huge breasts as I mount you…”
Chechopitlan cleared his throat, disturbing his king’s erotic revelry. Technotilopochan noted he was hard enough to cut through the stone of the temple itself.
“THE SUN HAS CRESTED THE TEMPLE! WE NOW SHALL BEGIN!” he declared loudly, then he motioned the two woman forward.
They walked and turned to the two men.
“Quintanta, Daarlka, you have come to this temple this day to decide which of you will be queen of this empire. As custom dictates, when the bottom of the sun is at the level of this temple, you shall face each other in combat. There shall be nobody else here to witness what happens but the Gods. It is up to the victor to decide whether to show mercy to the conquered or to throw her from the tower to her death, neither the king nor myself can stop this once it begins, it is the will and the way.”
He turned to the blonde haired woman.
“Daarlka, do you agree to this before king and Gods?”
The yellow haired woman nodded. “Yes, I love my king and I will fight for him and take my pleasure to throw this bitch to hell for his honor!”
Chechopitlan nodded.
“Quintanta, do you agree to this before king and Gods?”
The black haired woman bared her teeth and stared a dagger towards Daarlka and a lustful eye towards Technotilopochan. “Yes my king, yes my Gods, I will destroy this foreign trash and the blood will rain from these steps in your honor as a true Mayan woman becomes your queen! “
The priest nodded again, solemnly.
“Then under the sun of the heavens you shall fight to be queen. Disrobe.”
They both took a step back and dropped the diaphanous robes that were their only clothing.
Daarlka put her hands on her bare hips and thrust her huge breasts out in challenge. They stuck out from her chest like ripe melons and she knew men loved them, but they were only for one man. Her long stomach was flat and hard, coming in a V down to a large thatch of yellow pubic hair the likes of which no man in the empire had ever seen. She spread her long, strong legs slightly and sneered at her mortal enemy.
Quintanta ran her hands down her body as her robe fell. She was slightly shorter than the blonde, and her breasts were not quite as big, but her hips were rounded and more womanly, and her legs more powerful. Her stomach was slightly less defined but still flat and very comely. She licked her lips and stared at her king, stopping to run her hand through her black pubic bush herself. Then she extended her other hand out to her enemy, nails out like claws.
“My King, please take your leave of us and prepare your seat, I will stay with the princesses as custom dictates while you assume your throne in waiting.
Technotilopochan nodded and bowed to each of the contenders to his throne.
“He wants me to win! I can feel it!”
“His eyes tell me I am the one he wishes to bed him this night!”
Without a look back, the king walked across the roof and then straight down the North stairs of the temple.
“When I step to the side, it will be time. Nobody but the Gods themselves can stop you. Do NOT speak until I have begun my descent.”
They stared white hot beams of hate at the other, the two princesses only thought was the utter destruction of her lifelong enemy.
They waited for the priest to give them the sign to begin.
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It took nearly half a turn of the dial until the great ball of yellow fire reached the top of the temple. The tension and air of impending violence was almost palpable. In fact from time to time one of the women would run her tongue across her lips, as if to taste it.
Finally, Chechopitlan said simply “Let it begin.” and started to walk to the North end of the platform. He reached the edge, turned and said “Now” and began to walk down the stairs.
The two princesses wasted no time. They sprang from their seated positions and rushed at each other heedlessly.
Neither had ever fought before, it would have been unseemly for a princess of the Empire to engage in brawling, but they had seen other ladies fight in the streets and they had a good idea what was expected of them. They also were powered by a lifetime of jealousy and hate, fueling their natural fighting instincts.
They came together in a rush with claws out, immediately going into each other’s hair with their hands, ripping and tearing at tresses as they tried to gain an advantage. Daarlka was sure her slight height advantage would give her the edge, and she tried to turn and throw Quintanta as the struggled. Likewise, Quintanta thought her low center of gravity and powerful legs would swing things in her favor as she tried to drive the blonde princess off balance.
They were both right, as the black haired beauty was able to get underneath her blonde enemy and she hooked her foot around one of Daarlka’s ankles as she drive her back, but Daarlka held on as she fell, and she dragged Quintanta down with her by her hair. She managed to throw Quintanta a little across the stones, but not too far, and the two warriors held onto each other and were soon rolling about, swinging their fists wildly, slashing and jabbing with their nails, and thrusting with their knees as they thrashed across the top of the temple.
They came perilously close to the western edge, but they managed to come back towards the center. But this type of close fighting seemed to favor the smaller princess and Quintanta was landing some telling blows from close inside the taller blondes grasp. Her fists began to contact Daarlka’s head and face and she brought her own head inside the blonde princess’s bosom and began biting at her left breast. Daarlka in return was trying to work her nails across Quintanta’s face and head and into the sides of Quintanta’s firm breasts while ripping away at her black hair.
She gasped in shock and pain as she felt Quintanta’s teeth come down on her tit and in the moment she hesitated, her enemy managed to *CRACK* her directly in the jaw with a solid right hand, and then but a second later, the Black Haired Mayan woman smashed her knee into her crotch and she stopped the roll on top of Daarlka.
Quintanta immediately pressed her advantage, she smashed her knee again into Daarlka’s pained pussy and with her left forearm she again rocked her gorgeous opponent, this time knocking the back of Daarlka’s head to the stones, stunning her. She released the hold on her battered tits, liking the taste of blood she got when she released her groggy prey and liking even more the red she saw coming from the blonde’s mouth from her punches. She got herself astride Daarlka and pinned her left arm to her body with her leg, then she did her best to destroy the slut while she had the chance.
The raven tressed battler went to work on the hated cxnt with everything she had. Her left hand, she clawed and slashed at Daarlka’s face to distract her, her nails flicking out above the blondes eyes, then wild swings to any part of the face that she could. With her right hand and her mouth she did something she had been dreaming of her entire life; she attacked the bitch she hated where she was most envious, right on her huge perfect tits. She bit down on the round right tit as it stuck straight out towards her face, over and over her mouth found Daarlka’s titflesh, biting the top, the areola, and finally the nipple of her perfect breast. A high keening sound came from her in her sadistic joy. With her right hand, she clawed at the other magnificent orb and punched deeply into Daarlka’s side, under her ribcage, lighting the entire side of the blonde princess’s body with agony. She also tried to slide her knee into the bitch’s pussy as often as she could, and was successful more than a couple times.
Daarlka was in a world of pain and she didn’t know what to do about it. She had never felt anything like this before. Her entire body was in agony and she could feel herself bleeding from her head and her tits, her beautiful poor tits. She tasted her own blood as Quintanta’s fist connected with her mouth. She only knew one thing; that to quit was to die and she had not lived this life to die so easily.
Not to this piece of shit whore.
But she suffered, oh how she suffered. She felt herself keening in agony and her free hand flailed wildly but she could not land the strike to get this crazy bitch off of her.
Quintanta wrapped her hand around her throat and stopped biting on her tit long enough to look down into her huge blue eyes, now watery with agony.
“This was too easy. Just as I expected. You yellow haired slut, you are nothing, NOTHING! Your family were warriors? HAH! They were cast out of their own lands for cowardice! “
She sunk her knuckles deep into the area under Daarlka’s ribcage. Then she punched her tit deep onto her hard body. The blonde cried out and her back arched in sheer reflexive torment.
“I will kill you slowly before I throw you to my husband’s feet you daughter of a goat fucking pig! You were not worthy to even be heeeeeeaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH”
In her utmost agony, Daarlka had found focus in her humiliation. Hearing her ancestors degraded so had lit her rage through her pain and suddenly her blue eyes focused and her hands took on a will of her own. The hand that was trapped to her body reached just far enough upwards to grab a hold of the raven tressed bitch’s pussy, two of her nails slicing into her vagina, the rest grabbing at her clit and pubic hair, with her free hand she aimed will and with her sharp nails, she caught Quintanta across the forehead, and then with her backswipe, into those doelike brown eyes.
Quintanta now felt fresh pain for the first time and she did not like it.
She let go of Daarlka with a animal growl of a woman denied and tried to scramble away, but the blonde princess wasn’t forgiving enough to let her go and she held on to her pussy hold as Quintanta tried to kick her way out of it. Daarlka bore her down from behind; her hand still firmly entrenched between Quin’s legs. As she got onto Quintanta’s back, the blonde got her other arm around her throat from behind, and she levered a long silky leg into the black haired battler’s spine.
Quintanta squealed and squirmed like a trapped animal, which quickly turned to a gurgling sound as Daarlka cut off her air flow. She bent her prey around her knee as she rubbed it into Quintanta’s back. Daar pulled her right hand free, as she had to release her brutal hold on the black haired princess’s groin, but she raked her sharp talons through Quin’s agonized femininity as she let go. She smiled as Quintanta tried to scream in pain but was reduced to a weak cough.
“I will break you in half and choke the life out of the remains. But yes, I will hear you tell me I am the better woman first!”
She shifted her position behind Quintanta and moved her legs around the whore’s throat, constricting them into a “4” around her vulnerable airway. She locked her hold in tight and smiled evilly as she saw the terror in Quintanta’s eyes.
“You see the power of my beautiful body now! You have no chance bitch! I will end you! But first I want you to feel pain!”
She twisted her body so that her hands could reach the dark haired princess’s left tit and began to maul it like a wild cat. Her nails pinching the nipple, then scratching all over the firm, round flesh, then sending several closed fists into the battered orb, finally, returning to go after the scratched and sensitive nipple again. Then she shifted to the other side, still choking the unfortunate woman, and she began to do the same to her right breast, her nails flashing in the sun like little swords. She remembered how Quintanta had seriously damaged her own tits as she went about her work, and Daarlka took the greatest of pleasure in each and every gurgling squeal that came from her weakly struggling enemy.
She took a moment to look into the half closed brown eyes of her hated rival.
“You are done here. I will rip your tits off your chest and give them to my husband as a wedding present!”
She punched Quintanta in the face several times, and blood began to mix with spit coming from the woman’s mouth. Daarlka made very sure to give her enemy just enough air to keep her conscious. She wanted to punish her prey. After all, she herself had waited half her life just to destroy this piece of shit.
Daarlka turned herself over, her long strong thighs turning Quintanta with her. She began to crawl across the stone, dragging the helpless woman behind her, rubbing her already scratched and maimed breasts across the stone. After she had gone several feet, she bucked her hips, driving Quintantas’ head into the temple roof.
The raven haired Mayan went limp in her grasp.
Smiling in her victory, Daarlka released the cxnt and moved away for a moment.
The only indication Quintanta lived was the heaving of her body as she tried to take in air.
Daarlka took a second to get her own breath back, destroying ones lifelong enemy was more tiring than one would imagine, and strutted over to the side of the platform. She looked down and gained the gaze of the king, who was watching the top of the temple intently, even though he could not see what was happening up there. She raised her hands to him and blew a kiss his way. Then she turned her attention back to the beaten woman who she would soon send over the side to him. She strutted back over to the black haired loser, who was struggling in vain to rise, managing to raise her upper body off the stones with her hands, her head was down, and her long black hair fell in front of her face.
Daarlka grabbed a handful of black tresses and pulled her rival upwards to look at her face.
“My husband awaits. I feel the need for his manhood inside me. Time for me to take him and for you to you to die!”
And she raised Quintanta to her knees.
And then she shrieked in agony as the black haired woman in sheer desperation, lunged with her mouth and sunk her teeth into Daarlka’s white/yellow pubic hair, her lower jaw clenching down on her clit.
The black haired princess shook her head like a rabid dog in her last gasp effort.
“GET OFF ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT cxnt! GET OFF MY PUSSSSSSSYYYYY! AAAAAHH!”
She scuttled backwards, but Quintanta hung on, the black haired Mayan could taste blood in her mouth.
Daarlka swung her fists as hard as she could at Quintanta’s head, trying to dislodge her enemy, and finally succeeded as she nearly backed over the edge.
She wheeled away and got clear of the bitch, massaging her maimed pussy, her hand coming back with blood, which now stained her magnificent blonde bush.
Qunitanta rose to her feet unsteadily, her hands massaging her throat and her own bloody boobs.
“You have to fight better than that to kill ME you weak yellow haired snail of a woman!” she gasped.
The two princesses, now sisters in pain who knew this would be a long fight in this hot sun, took a moment to compose themselves. Then they circled each other, wary of the next move.
Quintanta raised her fists, and Daarlka responded in kind.
They made low noises as the stalked each other. Both warriors were now coated in sweat from the hot sun, and their hair was mussed up and wet as it framed their faces.
Daarlka wasn’t an experienced fistfighter, but she knew she was just taller enough than Quintanta to where she could stay away from her and still land punches. Quintanta also knew this as well, especially after the blonde had sent a crisp left, and then a right, into her already bleeding mouth.
Try as she could, the darker haired princess could not break though against flaxen haired woman. Darrlka stalked her like prey, and any time Quin lunged in to try to make some sort of offense, she left herself exposed to more punishment. She came in low, going for the blondes hard stomach, and Daarlka caught her with an uppercut and danced away, hitting her with a sharp right to the side of the head as she moved. She came in high, and she was hit by a right into her beautiful breasts and then a savage shot to her ribcage.
She knew she could not keep this up for long, she HAD to find a way to hurt this whore or else she was going to die this day.
Daarlka smiled, this was too easy. She was feeling her due dominance in every way. She had out catfought the black haired bitch, now she showed her the power of her fists.
Now it was time to put her mortal enemy on her back.
She moved to her right, and as Quintanta moved with her, she suddenly looped back to her left and threw a hook to the woman’s side. The sound of her fist connecting was the solid sound of a knife thwock-ing into wood. Quintanta stopped in her tracks, her wind driven out of her. Daarlka knew it was time. She fired a right uppercut that connected solidly on Quin’s chin, and Daarlka thought the sound of her teeth *clack-ing* could be heard by the king himself. She saw the bitch’s legs turn to water and she regrouped and quickly hit her in her bloody tits again, just to cause her fresh pain, and then she stepped into a big right that hit Quintanta on the side of her head.
The dark haired Mayan woman spun to the stone, rolled over twice, and came to rest on her back near the South side of the temple. She lay on her back, her long black hair spread out around her head, her eyes staring at the sunlit sky.
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“All my life…
All my life…
Ever since I can remember, always I have played the second to her.
“Quin, look at little Daarlka, isn’t she pretty!”
“Why cannot you learn as fast as the yellow haired girl!”
She had heard the boys as they fawned over the blonde. They had never seen such a girl and they never ceased to remind Quintanta they found the blonde hair and blue eyes of her ancestors to be irresistible.
“Yes Quin, you are a beautiful girl and a true princess, but she…she is goddess sent from the Gods themselves!”
BULLSHIT!
Ws she jealous of the blonde? Yes. But didn’t she deserve the warm accolades as well? She was from a better family, educated, possessed of a body any woman would die for, was she not every bit as worthy as that slut pig?
She had truly thought so.
She had always thought in her heart she was truly meant to be a queen.
She had always thought in her heart she was the better woman.
She had waited so many long years to prove it; to take what she knew should be hers and bring that piece of shit down a rung…or a hundred.
She had so many times dreamt or throwing Daarlka from this tower.
IT WASN’T FAIR!
WHY DOES SHE ALWAYS HAVE TO WIN!
Wait…get a hold of yourself Quin…
I remember, the way Technotilopochan has always looked at me. He sees my beauty. Else I would not be here today.
I am beautiful, I am worthy.
I AM
And I will not, CAN NOT lose this day, it is not meant for me to die at this half breeds hands.
Her eyes began to focus.
She saw Daarlka standing over her. That ugly smirk on her face.
Fuck her.
I am better than she is.
Look at her She is just a freak, an aberration. She is not powerful like true Maya. She is not worthy to lead these people.
I am.
I must win, I must end this. I must end her.
Enough with this self pity, it does me no good.
My body, it aches all over, my poor beautiful full breasts, they are ruined. But I am stronger than she is, better in every way.
She saw Daarka had leaned in close to her, close enough to feel her breath, feel the steam coming off her body.
“You should never have come here. You could have lived in peace if you had just let me be queen!”
“Never!”
“NEVER!”
“NEVER!!!”
And her rage over all her years and all her slights, real and imagined, crystallized.
She felt past the agony of her body.
And she sprung.
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Daarlka had been overconfident. She had stalked the slut, insulting her as she lay on her back. She thought she had all the time in the world to torment the losing cxnt before disposing of her like the waste she was.
When the bitch’s eyes had turned hard and her red lips had pulled back into a snarl of hate, her own blue eyes had widened in shock.
When the bitch’s sharp nails raked across those same blue eyes, she had let loose a scream of pain.
When the bitch’s other hand had slammed onto her face, knocking her on her back, she had no words.
And when the bitch’s knee dropped like a stone onto her flat sexy stomach, she had no air to even try.
Then Quintanta’s feet were brutally kicking her all about her torso, into her belly over and over driving the air from her, making her wretch, into her ribs bending them in ways they were not meant to bend, into her huge breasts, making them fly back and forth wildly like leaves in the breeze. Quintanta rolled her across the temple roof. Her toenail opened up a cut above her left areola, causing her a knifing pain in her poor perfect mammary.
With a speed born of desperation, hate, and rage, she stepped over her mortal enemy and grabbed those teasing, pendulous tits. She squeezed them as hard as she could, seeing the tears of pain in Daarlka’s blue eyes as she twisted them. She PULLED the yellow haired princess to a seated position, but not for long, she released the tits long enough to send a smooth, rock hard, thigh directly into the cxnt’s face, smashing her nose to the side. Daarlka sprawled backwards, knocked towards the North edge of the roof.
Quintanta screamed like a crazed animal and grabbed her enemy’s pussy as Daar tried to roll away in her pain. She now PULLED on that, her palm gripping the whore’s lessening thatch of pubic hair, her nails spearing into the woman’s already wounded vagina. Daarlka flopped around like a fish in a boat, her hands not knowing where to go to stop the pain, her legs splaying wildly and kicking at nothing.
Quintanta dragged the slut to the very edge by her cxnt.
She looked out. She knew her king, her HUSBAND, could see her. And know she, SHE, was to be his bride. She spun and drove her fist straight down into Daarlka’s belly again.
The yellow haired princess made a sound as if her very soul was being expelled from her body.
Now it would be her turn to dominate, and then her right to kill.
She moved around behind Daarlka and wrapped her own arm around the blonde’s neck.
“You like to take my air!” she rasped into her ear. “Now I squeeze the life from you in every way!”
She lashed out with her womanly hips and wrapped her iron strong thighs around the agonized woman’s midsection. With her free hand, she once again grabbed those once magnificent breasts.
She clamped down with everything she had.
Darrlka’s moans were music to her ears. The thrill was almost sexual. The pain in her poor pussy vanished; replaced by that wet tingle she loved so much.
“Oh, this feels SO good!” she almost moaned herself and she cranked up the pressure, feeling Daarlka’s ribs constrict and bend under her thighs. She pulled the blondes large nipple as gar out from her chest as she could, and then twisted it nearly in a circle and SLAMMED it back to her chest.
Daarlka tried to scream, but only a choked coughing emerged from her throat. Bloody drool began to run down the forearm wrapped around Daarlka’s neck.
“Oh no whore, you don’t get to go to sleep so easily. You’re going to FEEL this! Pain for every time I’ve had to look at your ugly half breed face! Pain for trying to steal MY rightful husband! Pain for bringing dishonor to MY people! I will kill you this day, but I want you to know you’re dead already first!”
She redoubled and rolled her hips against Daarlka’s back making sure the yellow haired princess could feel her juices on her own back. She worked herself into a rhythm, squeezing the air from her victim, letting just a little back in, then slicing at Daarlka’s nipple or otherwise causing pain to the breasts she hated so much.
She felt her hated enemy start to finally go limp in her grasp. She saw Daarlka’s face was turning the purple of one choking her last breath. The blonde was making some kind of gagging whimper.
“Beg me for your life usurper slut!”
She loosened her hold just a little.
“BEG ME! I may, may let you live yet!”
The blonde whispered out a “never…kill me.”
“I am fine with that as well!”
She released Daarlka and threw her to the stones. The beaten woman wildly gasped in air and tried to massage her ravaged throat and breast. Quin spat on her. She walked over to the edge of the tower and raised her arms to the sky for all to see. She wanted her people to know she, SHE would win this day.
She turned back to Daarlka. She saw the battered woman was trying to crawl away from her torment. She smiled through her bloody mouth and grabbed the cxnt by her ankles before she could get too far. Spreading her legs, she sent her foot straight into the bitch’s womanhood.
Again.
Again.
The blonde’s screams echoed to the blazing sun. Then she descended into a coughing fit, then sobs.
She mounted Daarlka from behind, sitting on her back. She grabbed a fist full of yellow hair and pulled her head back. Daarlka tried to scramble away, but Quin had her hair tight in her grip.
“I have destroyed you in every way. I will hear you scream to me I am the better, and I will take my crown of gold from your head. Then, then you shall fly!”
“I will never give you that!” Daarlka managed.
“Oh, I shall take it!” Quin laughed.
She went to get a better grip on Daarlka’s head.
And the blonde, feeling her hand loosen, shoved UP and threw her head back as hard as she could.
It hit home directly in Quintanta’s face. The black haired princess was VERY lucky her jaw wasn’t smashed and very lucky she didn’t drop, unconscious.
She grabbed her face as blood gushed from her nose and her beautiful, full lips and keened as she rolled off Daarlka.
Both girls lay there, Daarlka on her stomach, Quintanta on her side, heaving breaths and moaning in pain. Their once magnificent bodies were covered in sweat, making them shine in the hot sun. They were both bleeding from too many places to mention, both exhausted beyond belief. But both were fully committed to the destruction of their enemy. Their war to the death had now become one as much of attrition as punishment.
Daarlka was the first to rise, even though she had nearly been beaten to death, she found those inner reserves that made the true warrior.
She also knew she had no other choice except to die at the hands of a woman she hated with every bone in her body.
She focused her rage through her pain-wracked body and beat down her agony.
“I hurt…EVERYWHERE! I am bleeding, oh gods, I am bleeding! “
She snarled and kicked Quintanta in her stomach as the bitch turned to try to rise herself. Quintanta gagged and curled up in a ball. She looked at her hated foe like a cornered and wounded animal, huge brown eyes wild with vicious fear.
Daar liked that look.
She kicked the bitch again in the belly, and then to the tits.
“Your stomach is soft slut. Just like the rest of you! Your breasts are pathetic, just like the rest of you!”
She proceeded to send a barrage of kicks into Quintanta’s body, stomach, tits and several into her dark patch of pubic hair, rolling the bitch across the stones with each foot. Finally, Quintanta came to rest face down on the South side of the temple roof. Remembering the torment just inflicted on her, Daarlka grabbed the raven haired princess’s own ankles and spread them wide. Then she sent her foot crashing in between them.
Quintanta’s body buckled and arced upwards in spasmodic agony.
Daarlka laughed and jumped on her back. She wrapped her own arms under Quin’s shoulder blades and wrenched upwards, lacing her hands together behind Quintanta’s neck in a classic full nelson hold. She pulled back with everything she had, bending the black haired bitch’s body almost in half.
“I will break you in two, unworthy dog, than I will give both halves to the legions to treat like the common slut you are!” She sneered in Quintanta’s ear. “Or…I will just break you in half and let you die here!”
She stood up and pulled Quintanta up with her to a standing position. She bore down on the shorter woman, using her leverage to increase her torment. Quintanta’s hands slapped weakly at her strong thighs, she snuffled and wept as her wet hair hung down limply in front of her face.
“Now, I will end this. This has gone on long enough. Time for you to die you unworthy piece of garbage!”
She raised up with all her strength, pulling the black haired princess up off her feet. Then she dropped down to her knee and drove her mortal enemy down onto it, intending to split her in half.
Even in her depleted state, Quintanta‘s agony was loud enough to wake a sleeping God.
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Technotilopochan winced as he heard yet another ear splitting scream.
Even a warrior like himself, who had dispatched dozens to the next world, blanched inside at the thought of what the two women he adored were doing to each other up there.
“Will the victor be in any condition to BE my wife?”
They had been fighting for almost one turn of the dial. Nobody could recall a crowning match even coming close to lasting as long as this, even in the legends. When Ptratichian was crowned, it had only taken her a little more than one corner turn to dispatch the unfortunate Xitloitol and hurl her to the stones.
He had noted both of them had come to the side to look down upon him, and his heart had leapt at the sight of them. And he had heard the screams of agony from both of them, and his heart had bled a little inside for the pain they must suffer for him.
But it was what it was, and he was at least assured that whoever walked down the tower to him would be a worthy companion in every way.
And whoever was thrown to her death would have given everything she had, and there was honor in that as well.
He sighed and then winced again as another shriek, he was sure it was the beautiful Quintanta, reached his ears. To hear such a sound of pain coming from those ruby lips he had fanaticized wrapped around his member was terrible for him. Yet to think of Daarlka’s pretty face twisted in pain brought him the same inner torment.
The crowd was going berserk with bloodlust just listening to this. They were satiated regardless of who won. They would have no problem accepting the winner as their ruler.
“What if neither comes down?” he mused, as much to himself as anything.
Chechopitlan turned to him with a puzzled expression.
“I do not know my king, that is…has…never happened.”
“If they both live, can I have them both THEN?”
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Daarlka rubbed Quintanta’s pussy on her knee as she knelt, mashing her clit into her pubic bone.
She smiled like a cat that had just eaten a mouse.
It was over, she knew it. She would be queen.
She had never felt so alive. Even though she was covered in her own blood and every part of her magnificent body ached to the bone, she knelt there with the light of the Gods beating down on her and she drank in the glory of her victory.
She let go of the nelson hold and let Quintanta perch there on her knee. Her legs splayed out to the sides, her head down in utter defeat.
She grabbed the black haired slut’s nipples and began to destroy her tits for once and for all, then she would see the bitch fly.
“I will rip these pathetic things off your chest and I will make a covering out of them for my own beautiful womanly parts.” She purred into Quin’s ear.
She laughed in the slut’s ear as Quintanta squirmed in pain and humiliation.
Then she saw stars.
The pain came moments later.
And she was staring at the sky lying on her back.
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The comment about her breasts had made Quintanta reach down deeper inside herself than she could ever imagine.
“NO! NEVER MY BREASTS YOU DISGUSTING UDDERED COW!”
She had felt Daar’s hot breath on her ear.
She knew it was now or she would die in a very short time.
She laced both hands together and swung her body to the right. As she slipped off Daarlka’s thigh, she flailed her elbow as hard as she could. She felt it hit home on what she hoped was Daarlka’s temple and she felt her tormenter collapse in a boneless heap.
She fell to the stones herself and again the two princesses lay supine.
