Wonderful chapter, I loved it. The Charlotte-Helen duel was awesome, so beautifully written.
I for sure, would like to know about your next story, no matter if it is sexfight related or not.
Really great work, thank you for sharing with us!
Well, I decided to go for it and release the final two parts of Chapter 4 in a single post. The logic of doing so will become apparent to those who continue reading down.
There may be a break before I start on Chapter 5 as I'm also writing other tales outside the BSQ universe at the moment and, as they're not all rooted in the sexfighting genre, they will probably be published elsewhere. If any folks are interested I can let them know.
All the characters and their names in the following story are fictional and over 18. I hope you enjoy reading the “Boarding School Queen” titfighting and sexfighting series. ? Ragnar0k
Chapter 4
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 1
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 2
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 3
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 4
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 5
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 6
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 7
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 8
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 9 (CONCLUSION)
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BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension Part 9
While Helen was reeling from her powerful orgasm Charlotte rolled her on her back, burying her face in the Scots girl’s soaked vulva, licking and slurping as Helen quivered and groaned. Stretching her opponent out on the bed beneath her, Charlotte began stoking up the pressure, lapping all around the wet, sticky folds of Helen's soaked cunt. With the French girl now straddling her however, Helen found she was able to counterattack, seizing hold of Charlotte’s shapely buttocks, and pulling the other girl’s wet crotch down on her hungry mouth until she could start sucking the thick, juicy labia which were hanging down so tantalizingly.
Both girls began moaning in tandem as they lapped and sucked noisily at each other’s sweet-tasting pussy lips, steadily pushing their tongues more deeply inside each other’s hot cunts. Although in the lead as she had forced Helen to cum once already, Charlotte was well aware that her own climax was not far away, and she fought to control herself as Helen’s juicy tongue penetrated her vagina repeatedly, licking and thrusting before pulling back in order to tease her straining clit.
“Ooooohhhhh!” “Nnnnnngghhh!”
Sensing her opponent was becoming increasingly preoccupied, Helen seized the opportunity to roll back on top, pinning Charlotte to the bed as both girls heaving breasts pressed into the pools of sweat gathering in their undulating bellies.
Fighting for the top position, both girls began driving their tongues deeper inside each other’s steamy vaginas, twisting them round and driving themselves wild until the waves of pleasure radiating through their struggling bodies became almost too great to bear. Helen knew that she was close enough to orgasm but hoped her rival was closer still. In fact Charlotte knew she was on the verge of coming and her head started to loll back as her aching pussy demanded release.
Finally Helen’s salty quim lips popped out of Charlotte’s mouth altogether as she let out an anguished gasp. “Oooooohhhhh! Helen… I gave you a second chance earlier. Now you must return the favour, and let me up…”
Although zealous to level the score, Helen couldn’t deny that Charlotte had backed off chivalrously earlier in the contest to let her reset her position, even if the French girl had gone on to win the point. Now the Scot felt honour bound to reciprocate, but she couldn’t help sighing a little as she relaxed the hold.
“Okay,” she said, letting Charlotte roll clear, “but that makes us quits now; and it’s only fair that we finish this off with tribbing now.”
It was Charlotte’s turn to sigh as she sat up and both girls turned to face each other, sitting on the bed with their legs apart. “Eh bien, it seems I must agree to your terms as you have been such a ‘good sport’. But only for this fall however – afterwards we revert to freestyle again.”
“No reason not to,” Helen demurred.
Charlotte slid across the damp sheets towards Helen so that both girls’ long legs were fully scissored, their pussies barely six inches apart.
Both girls found the scent of sweat and sex rising over the bed intoxicating and could barely resist the urge to thrust their aching vulvas together but, for a few moments they held back, reaching down and scooping the salt-sweet nectar out of each other’s pussies with their fingers which they sucked into their mouths. The delectable taste of the sweet juice laced with their complex and intense signature pheromones almost made them swoon and they held still for a moment longer eyes still locked, regarding each other with the contradictory emotions of intense fascination, sensual longing and froideur that alpha females often exhibit towards one other in a decisive sexfight.
“Now fight!” At Helen’s command, the girls lunged, slamming their crotches together to unleash a fine misty spray of pussy juice, pushing hard as their engorged labia lined up and merged with each other in a perfect match. Pressing through fleshy hoods their erect clits suddenly met with an almost unbearably exquisite pressure and they cried out, throwing their heads back with sufficient force to send their heavy breasts shooting upwards.
Helen and Charlotte almost sobbed with delight, feeling their soft, succulent flesh yielding as their vaginal mouths closed on each other. Then, as their hot cunts melted into each other, Helen began rocking her hips insistently hoping to take control in this phase of the contest. But Charlotte was matching Helen stroke for stroke as the girls’ engorged clits worked relentlessly against each other, sending them both into paroxysms of pleasure.
Squeezing with all their strength, the girls became locked in a tight vaginal kiss and they began to gasp as their fuck holes sucked and strained together, generating an exquisite amount of suction.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhh!” Charlotte moaned, feeling Helen’s fleshy vulva tightening around her own as the Scot attacked in a supreme attempt to force her across the finishing line first.
“Huuuuunnnghhhh!!” Helen grimaced as Charlotte squeezed back powerfully and the girl’s locked pussy lips dilated still wider as they tried simultaneously to outflank and overpower each other. Helen knew that her strength in a head-to-head trib contest was her strongest card in the pack and she played it now for all it was worth, grinding deeply into Charlotte’s juicy cunt while their engorged clits worked against each other relentlessly.
“Ohhhhh….mon DIEU!!” Charlotte moaned, feeling her pussy giving ground and yielding to Helen’s thrusting attack. The French girl had been holding herself back for too long and she was too late to stop Helen’s fighting pussy seizing control as the Scot raised her body and mounted the French girl in the same fluid movement.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
The raven-haired girl exulted in the powerfully erotic sensation as her final aggressive trib strokes caused Charlotte to open up to her completely, the French girl throwing her head far back as she finally relaxed and climaxed. Helen was enraptured by the force of Charlotte’s ejaculation as it gushed inside her, while its blowback sprayed up in the air at the same time. It was the perfect equalizing submission and clearly left the French girl just as drained and disorientated as Helen had felt moments earlier.
With the score again level, the Scot was determined to capitalise on her temporary advantage, trapping her opponent’s left leg and wrenching it up in the air, exposing the French girl’s vagina to further attack.
“Yes, oh God yes…,” Helen exulted in the sensation as her cunt slammed into Charlotte’s, the hard contact between both girl’s incredibly wet fuck lips spattering musky spray across the sheets.
Even as they struggled on Helen was finding herself beset with incredibly complex, raw emotions. Determined as she was to break the other girl’s frustratingly beautiful body with her own, it felt almost as if Helen was fighting herself at the same time; struggling to tame the naked emotions that the fascinating French girl had unleashed in her. But tame them she must, Helen told herself, for there could only be one winner tonight, and if she lost she be left submitting to Charlotte LaFleur as domme before the night was out.
For her own part, Charlotte felt a long way from victory right now, as Helen kept bearing down on her, determined to deny the French girl the respite that would allow her to get back into the contest. It seemed that the Scot’s efforts were bearing fruit as Charlotte, arm outstretched like a wrestler struggling to reach the safety of the ropes, found herself migrating up the bed with each one of Helen’s powerful pelvic thrusts.
Minutes elapsed as the girls remained locked in an intense cunt-to-cunt struggle, clits knotted together, with their thick, engorged labia sucking loudly. Finally, the French girl managed to tear her pussy free and rolled on her side but Helen fell on her again immediately, trapping Charlotte in a headlock as she fought to pin her again.
As they grappled breathlessly on the bed their legs interlocked again, drawing their cunts together inexorably and they began to roll over each other slowly, trading top position, tiring muscles straining as each girl went for the pin. In a matter of seconds their fuck lips sealed again, while their hot mouths fastened together as they engaged in deep-sucking, ravenous kisses, while the contest remained balanced on a knife-edge.
Charlotte and Helen moaned into each other’s mouths feeling an indescribable rapture as their hot wet cunts sank into each other. Gripping each other’s derrieres tightly, they grunted like animals as they thrust and squeezed, doing all they could to penetrate each other completely. Lewd squishing sounds echoed off the very walls of the room as they fought to overcome each other. But, as minute after minute went by, each girl was starting to quiver under the strain, desperately holding off her impending orgasm, intensely frustrated as her opponent’s juicy cunt still refused to yield.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Charlotte gasped, as she fought her way on top of Helen yet again.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh God!” Helen moaned, struggling to avoid a potentially disastrous pin.
Finding she had the initiative for an instant, the French girl took a major gamble, ripping her vulva painfully away from Helen’s as she reared over the Scot, only to turn and dive back down, her open mouth fastening on the other girl’s wide open cunt.
Helen gasped as Charlotte’s tongue began lapping insistently round her straining labia but she managed to writhe on top and her tongue began dancing on the French girl’s pussy lips in turn.
Realising the end would come soon now, both girls began working each other’s steaming wet quims using every carnal skill and trick they possessed. Starting to quiver as the French girl’s skilful fingers stroked her aching clit, Helen ignored the discomfort and began sucking on Charlotte’s clit. The raven-haired girl inserted two fingers inside Charlotte at the same time as the French girl rolled her over again, penetrating Helen’s wet vagina with her tongue.
Helen’s fingers were squishing in and out of Charlotte’s cunt nicely but the French girl was now doing a real number on Helen’s pussy with her mouth and tongue, licking and slurping, lapping and sucking until Helen’s head went back and she began to moan more deeply than before.
Shaking her head almost in desperation, the Scot buried her face in her opponent’s steaming quim again, pulling and sucking on Charlotte’s pussy lips, stretching them as she tried to roll decisively on top of the other girl one last time.
But Charlotte reacted quickly, kicking her legs wider apart as she straddled Helen, keeping the Scot pinned on her back while her long delicate tongue worked her opponent’s exposed vagina. Helen was finally discovering to her cost just how skilled her opponent was with her fingers and tongue. Moments later Charlotte gasped with shock and delight as Helen’s grip on her relaxed as she fell back, straining to hold back the powerful orgasm that was building inside of her.
Raising her own dripping pussy out of danger, the silver-haired girl was suddenly able to bear down on her struggling opponent with impunity, fingers penetrating Helen’s trembling cunt as her tongue flicked tantalisingly across the other girl’s throbbing clit.
Helen let out a wail of frustrated resignation feeling her body tense as she wrapped her hands in Charlotte’s silver locks, pulling the other girl’s mouth against her pussy as hard as she could.
The ecstatic French girl let out a shrill victory cry as she felt her opponent’s strong vagina muscles clench around her fingers, then Helen arched her back and raised her buttocks high off the bed, hips jerking wildly as the powerful orgasm took her.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
“Yes, oh yes! Come for me Helen… come for me!”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh god! Noooooooo!!”
Helen was gasping for air.... screaming as her hot girl cum squirted up through Charlotte’s pumping fingers, reaching high enough to spatter both girls’ heaving breasts.
As the girls stared deeply into each other’s eyes, chests still rising heavily, it became apparent to Charlotte that Helen remained defiantly resolute in defeat. The French girl knew just how close a fight her opponent had run her, forcing her to make use of every single power and skill she possessed to win in the end. For her part Helen was certainly feeling crushed following her narrow defeat, but the determined Scot had a strong feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time they fought, and knew in her heart that she could turn the result round next time.
But the night belonged to the French girl however as she prepared to savour her victory, sliding down on top of her rival and crushing her breast to breast as she stared down into Helen’s dark, intelligent eyes.
“Tonight honey, you’re mine,” Charlotte LaFleur whispered as she fastened her hungry mouth on Helen Brodie’s, peeling it open with her lips as they swapped saliva and feral pussy juices until finally she overcame Helen’s tongue, sucking and trapping it inside her mouth in a powerfully assertive domme’s kiss.
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As she left, closing Helen's bedroom the door softly behind her, Charlotte's head was spinning, her emotions complex, her thoughts confused. "I don’t get it! I just defeated one of Cardugan's strongest, defending my honour and Rochebrune’s: so why am I not feeling elated in victory?” She stopped in the corridor, leaning weakly on the wall while trying to collect her thoughts. It only took a moment or two for the French girl to realise something she had been in denial about ever since the hot, fumbled moments the girls had shared together in the limo that morning. "Could she really be the one I have always looked for? Un coup de foudre?”
Charlotte turned her head back down the corridor towards the bedroom door once more and slowly whispered “Je t'aime Helen Brodie.”
Lying on her dishevelled bed, Helen felt oddly sanguine about the outcome of the night’s events. The Scots girl had been surprised by how adept Charlotte had been in using her fingers and tongue expertly in setting Helen up for orgasm after orgasm. And even if she felt humiliated being spanked on her naked arse during the maid roleplay at the end she had to admit, however grudgingly, that Charlotte had earned the right to play the domme’s role on this occasion.
Touching her fingertips to her lips she tasted Charlotte all over again, and the taste was still sweet. As she replayed the night’s most torrid moments in her mind, Helen knew she must get even at the first available opportunity; but all the same it hadn’t been as much of an ordeal as she expected, being dominated by the beautiful, sexy but, in many ways, unfathomable French girl.
After their eventful night both girls slept fitfully until mid-morning. Over brunch Hector Brodie detected a renewed awkwardness between his two eighteen-year-old charges and worried for a moment that inviting his most valued client’s daughter home might have been a miscalculation. Helen certainly seemed brittle and subdued, snapping at the housemaid once or twice for no apparent reason. Charlotte was also quieter than the day she had arrived, although she responded courteously to all of the questions Hector primed her with to keep the conversation moving along.
As the table was being cleared, Hector saw an opportunity to announce his plan for the day.
“Well I must say that both of you young ladies look a bit off colour this morning, but that’s nothing that a dose of exercise and fresh Highland air won’t cure! So, Helen, I suggest you take our guest for a hike around the loch and perhaps then up to see the view from Skrie Mount. Mrs Baxter will prepare a picnic lunch for you to take.”
Despite her father’s attempt to sound a light-hearted note Helen’s expression remained non-committal and almost sullen. “Oh, must we go out at all today, papa?”
“Why, of course my dear. Imagine what Auguste will say next time I see him if our French guest is denied the opportunity of enjoying the beauty of Scotland's wild nature.”
“What do you think about the idea, Charlotte?”
The French girl studied Helen closely over the table before answering. “I’d like to go for a hike in fact,” she said quietly, adding after a brief pause: “with Helen.”
“There, that’s settled then!” Hector said, getting to his feet quickly with a note of relief in his voice before anyone had second thoughts.
It was all a little bit strange, Helen thought to herself, Charlotte being so quiet and unlike her normal self as they walked along a forest track that bordered the shore of Loch Ailsh.
Finally, as they reached a delightful, sun-kissed clearing, Helen stopped and turning to her guest, put her arms gently on Charlotte's shoulders. It was a significant gesture, given their awkward body language towards each other on the walk so far.
“Are you feeling alright? If you want us to go back we ca...”
But her words suddenly became muffled as Lotte's hungry mouth sealed over Helen's lips. Of course, they had kissed last night in Helen’s room as well as in the limo but that was a different story, part of the contest that they had engaged in to dominate each other. After Charlotte’s victory, Helen knew there was no reason for such a wild and passionate kiss ... but as she was having these thoughts she realised something else: she was answering Charlotte's kiss just as strongly: her own lips glued to the French's girl as she kissed her back with all the passion she could muster.
The embrace lasted for several exquisite minutes but, in the end, they still needed air and so they separated and the kiss was broken.
“I am sorry, I ... I just don’t know what got into me ...” Charlotte began apologising, clearly struggling to regain her composure but, as she took a step backwards, felt her back up against a tree as Helen's round firm globes pressed into hers.
Now was Helen's turn to assault the French girl’s mouth, the beautiful raven-haired girl kissing her guest furiously while keeping her pinned up against the tree. Helen was taken by surprise, as Charlotte made an unexpected a use of force, wrestling with her strongly enough to reverse their positions. Leaning in, the French girl begin kissing behind her ear as she murmured softly.
“I am sure we decided already who's in control, no?”
But Charlotte’s control was shortly lived as Helen powered up and once again reversed their positions, kissing the French girl’s neck and toying with her while pressing into her and whispering in her ear:
“And you just expect me to lie down and play dead? Think again! If you want something from me then you must be good enough to take it!”
Minutes later, two beautiful naked young women were rolling back and forth in the tall grass of the clearing, their silky skin rubbing feverishly, long toned legs entwined, panting hotly and heavily into each other's faces.
A good few good hours later, the same two girls were lying flat on their backs, their heavy breathing slowly subsiding, their skin glistening with sweat as the warming sun began to set lower over the ancient green hills that surrounded the tranquil loch.
Helen managed to catch her breath first, reaching over tenderly to stroke a lock of Charlotte’s silver hair. ”I can’t believe you actually could keep with me for so long...”
The tired but sated French girl made a wry, suggestive face. “And I cannot believe I just acted… like a savage! You are such a bad influence on me Helen Brodie!”
“Oh shut up already, ‘Miss Manners’!” Helen answered in a mock theatrical voice, both girls pausing for a second before exploding in a wild laugh, moving their bodies closer and closer until their lips could meet again in a sensual, everlasting kiss.
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The view of the wooded valley and surrounding hills from Skrie Mount was truly breath-taking as Helen came up behind Charlotte, putting her arms around her as she murmured in her ear. “You know, I think I might be in love with you.”
The silver-haired girl’s smile increased as she turned her head playfully to the side. “Oh really? What took you so long to figure it out?”
“I don’t know, my life’s been very complicated lately. I used to be the queen of Cardugan but my crown was stolen away. I won’t rest until I win it back of course, and everything else must take second place to that right now.”
Charlotte’s expression had become more set as she listened to her lover. “But of course! I know exactly how you feel. I was also queen of my school until Sophie St Cyr – that usurper! – stole my title and, like you, I’m always thinking of how to serve my revenge on her.”
“Well I have hope now, as Mhairi and I fought that same night after our schools tournament and I beat her: now I just have to repeat this in an official contest!”
“That’s great news – and I will help you to train to defeat her… if you would like me to, that is?”
“I would like that very much. And I can help you to train to defeat Sophie as well!”
“Mmm – yes that will be nice! And afterwards we will both be the queens again.”
“Yes – the queens of Scotland and France, united!”
Then Charlotte’s gaze settled in the west where the sun was slowly setting.
“But still in our separate lands… unless…”
Helen’s expression became an interrogative one. “So, what do you have in mind?”
“Well, you know how they told us the other day about the new Rochebrune/Cardugan student exchange programme? Maybe I can apply to study for a term at Cardugan – with immediate effect?”
Helen’s voice betrayed her excitement at this prospect. “Really – you would actually do that? It would mean a lot to me, you know.”
“And me too, of course silly one!” Charlotte chided her new friend and lover gently before turning so that they folded into each other naturally and began to kiss passionately once more as the late evening sun finally began to set.
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It was 9 am on Monday morning: almost time for the coach to leave taking Rochebrune’s hockey team to the airport. Helen was standing further back and slightly apart from the other Cardugan girls who had collected to see the visitors off, and was mildly surprised to see a small commotion taking place in front of the coach. Then she caught sight of a familiar face as the crowd parted suddenly with a rippled murmur, and a silver-haired girl broke through the cordon of Cardugan girls and strode purposefully towards Helen.
To the surprise of almost everyone present, Charlotte LaFleur took Helen Brodie in her arms without hesitation and kissed her, as if making the statement: hands off, this girl is mine! The girls from both schools were even more shocked when Helen reciprocated the French girl’s kiss just as strongly.
Both girl’s cheeks looked flushed when they separated, and Charlotte shouted out in a final act of bravado as she skipped back to join the girls standing by the coach. “I’ll be back soon, once I’ve sorted out the arrangements with the school. Wait for me won’t you, Helen Brodie?”
“Promise I will.” Helen called back after her, laughing as she ignored the surprised looks on the faces of the other Cardugan girls who were standing around open-mouthed.
End of Chapter 4
Last edited by Ragnar0k; August 19th, 2017 at 06:41 AM.
Wonderful chapter, I loved it. The Charlotte-Helen duel was awesome, so beautifully written.
I for sure, would like to know about your next story, no matter if it is sexfight related or not.
Really great work, thank you for sharing with us!
In didn't like it, Helen lost. I am losing interest in the characters and series..
Thanks for the feedback on the concluding part of the chapter. I will certainly post details regarding any new stories I write whether sexfight-related or in other genres so that readers can follow them if they wish toOriginally Posted by PalomaJara
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Hi Zara,
I really appreciate the honest feedback, and I'm sorry that the latest developments may not have lived up to your expectations. Although the story will continue with new developments affecting the various characters, I'll be branching out soon into other tales unrelated to the BSQ universe, and I hope that some of these may be of interest to you
Ragnar0k
For palomajara and others, I have published an original female conflict story which is not a sexfight, and is set on Mars rather than at BSQ's Cardugan Academy!
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Dear Ragnarok,
Really looking forward to reading this whole story in one sitting! It looks great!
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