BSQ Chronicles Book 1 - The New Girl - Parts I to IV

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Boarding School Queen Chronicles Book 1 - The New Girl - Parts I to IV


Authors note: Boarding School Queen Chronicles details the lives, loves and rivalries of a group of strong-willed alpha females. Young women who are willing to use all their sexual powers and wiles to decide who will wear the Boarding School Queen’s highly coveted crown.

The story was originally serialized on Hostboard's now defunct Titfighting and Sexfighting Forum. For this version, I have combined several of the original posts to present each chapter in fewer threads. I have also corrected some errors of grammar and punctuation. Otherwise, the story is the same as the original which was written and posted between 2016 and 2019.

Please note this story is sexually explicit from the start.
All characters represented are 18 years of age or older.

Book 1 - The New Girl

I

Helen Brodie was the undisputed queen of the secret sex-fighting sorority at Cardugan Academy, an independent girl’s boarding school located on an isolated bay on the west coast of Scotland. The tall, studious, raven-haired girl had won ten out of the twelve contests she had been placed in, and her unbeaten record in the last seven outings (including two successful championship defences) was unparalleled in the annals of sex-fighting at Cardugan. It was well-remarked among the other girls that Helen never bothered shaving her pubic bush, and had even gone so far as to cultivate her lush, dark pubes into a thick, tangled hedge that formed a spiky, protective barrier; an intimidating lair inside which lurked a powerful, well-conditioned fighting vagina.

Opponents who found Helen’s pubic bush intimidating at first sight were even more discomforted to discover what a shockingly abrasive effect it could have on their tender labial lips in the heat of battle; and - when invariably those lips were penetrated - the exposed, highly sensitive clitoris and soft vaginal flesh inside. In fact, three of Helen’s contests had failed to go the full distance when her opponents yielded early, unable to withstand Helen’s grinding attack any longer, her thick, wiry pubes scraping their traumatized vaginas and all but rubbing them raw. But even an uncommonly bushed girl who matched Helen Brodie pube for pube still had to reckon with the champion’s exceptionally strong pussy grip; and the bludgeoning power of what was reputed to be the hardest and strongest clitoris ever to have been wielded among the ranks of the Cardugan Academy Tourney Society as the secret sex-fighting sorority was quaintly called (CATS for short).

On her path to becoming Cardugan’s undisputed sexfight champion Helen had proven time and again she had the sexual stamina to wrestle vagina to vagina for upwards of an hour, which was, incidentally, the longest it had ever taken her to overcome the challenge mounted by any previous female opponent. The raven-haired girl especially loved the indescribable feeling as her muscular fighting vagina gradually took control of the match, prising its struggling rival open like a juicy clam to enable Helen’s big, thick clit to attack and ultimately capture the throbbing pearl inside. Once the other girl’s weakening clit was pinned back helplessly inside its protective hood, Helen’s final, dominating top-grinding attack could drive her flailing opponent to an intense orgasm submission in a matter of seconds.

Many of the girls who lost to Helen in this way confessed afterwards that the orgasm they experienced in defeat was one of the most the most intense of their lives. Certainly, as the alpha female par excellence of her peer group at Cardugan, Helen had become accustomed to dealing with a steady procession of opponents who all seemed to end up in the same unfortunate position: writhing submissively beneath Helen while in the throes of a massive, squirting orgasm.

For a tall, beautiful, intelligent eighteen-year-old with incredible sexual prowess and stamina, Helen Brodie was not an especially vain or conceited person. Nevertheless, her close friends had begun talking of what might happen if she let the success go to her head.

As Janice Mearns once said to Shona Finlay, "Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.”

“Eh?” Not being an avid reader of Old Testament Proverbs Shona screwed up her face in puzzlement until Janice clarified the point for her friend’s benefit.

“Pride comes before the fall."

“Oh, yes indeed.” Shona smiled, thinking wistfully of Helen’s long, shapely legs. “Helen’s the undisputed champ for now, but she better not let being queen go to her head. There’s only one direction you can go when you’re right at the top.”

II

Mhairi MacGregor was a newcomer to Cardugan, having transferred from a private East coast single sex school after a serious altercation with a rival had ended with the other girl hospitalised. Although only the school authorities knew the real reason for the new pupil’s arrival, the enforced move was the price paid for the parents of the other girl not to press charges. Apart from this unfortunate episode, Mhairi had been a straight A student, popular with teachers and the recognised alpha female among the girls in her year who were mostly sorry to see her leave.

As chair of the Sixth Form student council, Janice Mearns was the first Cardugan girl to meet Mhairi and took it upon herself to ply the newcomer with direct and probing questions while showing her around. For all Janice’s sterling efforts however, the new girl was notably reticent about her own background while managing at the same time to extract much useful information about the Cardugan girls from the gossipy Miss Mearns.

Janice did make one important discovery before parting company however: observing how easily the tall, striking brunette turned heads, it soon became abundantly clear that another first-rate alpha female had joined the academy. As she confided to her friends later that Mhairi MacGregor was one to watch, and that there would soon be conflict between the new girl and Helen Brodie. In fact, Janice’s prophecy came to pass even sooner than she expected.

Although the next day poured with rain, it didn’t stop Miss Dent, the disciplinarian gym mistress, finding a gap in the clouds long enough to referee the Form 6A girls in a gruelling practice match on the waterlogged hockey pitch.

Helen and Mhairi had been placed on opposing teams and clashed repeatedly in the muddy mid-field before the new girl swore at Helen then shouldered her way aggressively past her blocking opponent and ran on to score the winning goal of the match just on the final whistle. Cardugan’s resident alpha female eyed the newcomer coolly after this unequivocal challenge to her authority, and Janice Mearns noted with satisfaction that Helen’s scathing look was returned levelly by Mhairi.

As the wet and grumpy girls filed into the changing rooms Helen and Mhairi seemed to be keeping as far apart as possible, taking places at opposite ends of the communal area. Hardly anyone noticed anything different as girls started stripping off and making their way to the showers to sluice the mud and sweat off. Janice was deep in conversation with Shona Finlay about the next debating society meeting when Shona nudged her friend urgently. Turning around, Janice followed the other girl’s eyes and saw they were fixed directly on the groin of Mhairi MacGregor, who was just straightening up after stripping off her panties.

“Oh my…” Janice breathed. Even at this distance she could see that the new girl had a wild, unkempt dark brown bush that was undoubtedly a close match for legendary proportions of Helen Brodie’s. As Mhairi moved to take her place in the shower queue Helen also joined the line and the two tall, leggy girls were forced to stand side by side, still studiously ignoring each other for the moment.

Janice saw how both girls were still sweating from their recent exertions, the sheen of perspiration on their lithe, toned bodies clearly visible. But what she couldn’t help staring at were the droplets of sweat that even now were now beading on the long, damp curlicues of pubic hair hanging down from each girl’s copiously hairy crotch.

Coincidentally, Helen and Mhairi both looked down at each other at the same time and Janice knew that each girl could hardly have failed to register the other’s highly prominent bush pointing at her, which for any alpha female was tantamount to an outright sexual challenge. But before Janice could discern any obvious reaction on the girls faces, both had moved into the communal showers.

As soon as Helen and Mhairi left the room Shona turned to Janice. “Shall we check out our two contenders then, hon?” “Aye lets!” her friend nodded vehemently.

It was Shona’s idea first to subject both pairs of panties to the sniff test. Unsurprisingly, as well as being damp with sweat, both skimpy cotton undergarments had more than a few long, stray pubes sticking to their insides. The gussets were slightly crunchy with dried-in residues, and the odour given off by each was tangy and feral.

As Janice and Shona took turns to sniff, it was abundantly clear that Helen and Mhairi both had a signature sexual scent. But although, on the evidence of the panties alone, Mhairi’s scent was perhaps marginally saltier and Helen’s possibly slightly sweeter, neither girl could make up their minds for now whose musk was stronger or more appealing.

“One thing’s for sure. At some point, there’s gonna be a cunt battle like we haven’t seen in a long time,” Janice assured in her friend as they quickly finished their inspection, switching the alpha girls’ panties around before joined the throng splashing around in the shower. As Mhairi’s discarded panties were black and Helen’s conspicuously white, the furtive substitution was likely to create some interesting complications.

Before she had even stepped under the warm soothing jet of water Helen Brodie already felt a hot flush - and she knew this was down to more than just her recent strenuous exertions on the sports field. The only way it had been possible for Helen to reign as Cardugan’s resident alpha bitch for so long was by dealing with every threat and challenge to her authority as soon as it arose. According to this mantra, Mhairi MacGregor’s actions today heralded a clear and present danger that would have to be dealt with swiftly and firmly; in short, the new bitch would have to be put in her place.

Just to make sure she wasn’t missing anything, Helen replayed today's provocations in her calculating mind once more while lathering her voluptuous body with soap. First, there was the matter of the new bitch going out of her way to challenge Helen physically on the sports field and - even worse - getting the better of her in a one on one: a situation that Helen could hardly let go unpunished. Second, the other girls could hardly have failed to notice how the new girl stood brazenly right next to Helen in the shower queue, flaunting her unshaven pussy which, on cursory inspection, looked every bit as hairy as Helen’s own pride and joy. Cardugan Girls reigning sex-fight queen had even caught Janice Mearns that nosy cow staring as she compared them both side-by-side.

The third provocation came soon enough as Helen glanced around while lathering her full breasts and under her armpits: and caught her friends stealing furtive, admiring glances at the new girl as she showered. When Helen caught them with her best frosty stare their expressions said it all: this new girl is a potential alpha bitch and Helen you need to do something about it quickly before your authority is called into question.

Seeming oblivious to the admiring audience, Mhairi MacGregor meanwhile was nonchalantly shampooing her hairy bush with one hand while directing the shower jet so that it gushed over her upturned breasts, coursing down her flat, muscular belly to flush the foamy suds from her slicked down pubes.

Helen continued watching the new girl surreptitiously as she began soaping her own crotch, feeling her dormant clit growing pleasingly tumescent as she started imagining what it would feel like to match their hairy vaginas in an all-out struggle for sexual supremacy. Without realizing it, she moved seamlessly from lathering to massaging herself with rather more vigour than required for the simple sake of cleanliness. Time seemed to slow down under the hot sensuous shower jet and then Helen started suddenly and became aware that the new girl was now watching her in return. “Oh shit” she mouthed silently to herself, realising that her fingers had absently parted her slick bush and were now gently massaging her swelling labia. The worst of it was the knowing glint in the new girl’s eyes and her cruel smirk as she massaged her own crotch vigorously in a manner crudely suggestive of Helen’s unconscious faux pas.

A swift glance on either side confirmed what Helen feared: most of the other girls in the shower had already caught them both staring at each other with their hands on their pussies and were waiting open-mouthed to see what would happen next. It was now abundantly clear that the new bitch was making a deliberate play against her, and Helen knew she would have to face the threat down immediately or risk losing all credibility with the other girls. So, controlling her rising anger, she smoothed her bush back into place and stepped from under the shower, water still streaming off her lithe body as she padded lightly across the wet, tiled floor towards the new girl.

III

Even before Mhairi MacGregor found out that Helen Brodie was Cardugan’s resident sex-fight queen she knew instinctively that they would end up fighting each other, having begun studying the other girl surreptitiously already. To Mhairi’s experienced eye, the raven-haired girl certainly had the look of an arrogant, self-satisfied bitch needing to be broken and tamed, both physically and sexually and taught her true place in the greater scheme of things.
At Mhairi’s previous school, the rough east coast Morrison High, the tough brunette had been forced to fight exceptionally hard to make her mark but had risen on her own mettle to become the dominant alpha female of her year group. Having tasted the fruits of success after many a victory, the brunette was loath to go back to subordinate bitch status again at a different school – especially as a consequence of having been forced to move on as a result of the unfortunate incident with Phyllis Chalmers.

Mhairi knew that the quickest route to the top at her new school lay in decapitating Cardugan’s existing hierarchy soon after arrival by challenging and on defeating the year group’s dominant alpha female. The much less appealing alternative would be to work her way towards the ultimate goal by taking on goodness knows how many lower-ranked females before finally being allowed a shot at the title by whatever committee had appointed itself to organise Cardugan’s sex-fights. So, although Mhairi had already made some discreet enquiries it was plain simply from her own observations that Helen Brodie was the girl with the target on her back – or on her vagina perhaps – as the brunette joked to herself afterwards.

Mhairi’s confidence in her own sex-fighting prowess was founded on three key attributes that together had allowed her to enjoy an almost unassailable advantage over most of her previous opponents: firstly, an exceptionally hairy bush that could be wielded as an abrasive weapon against another girl’s tender pussy lips while protecting her own labia from all but the most penetrating attacks; secondly, a muscular vagina rigorously trained to lock on with a ferocious grip until most rivals were simply overpowered; lastly, a large and voracious clit, capable of delivering the final coup de grace once an opponent’s most intimate feminine citadel had been breached.

As she showered after the hockey match, Mhairi was feeling exceptionally pleased with how the day was unfolding. She had successfully out-played Helen Brodie on the pitch and riled her opponent by scoring the winning goal at the end. Then, when the two girls had met naked for the first time in the changing room Mhairi had stood side by side with her rival, showing that her bush was the equal of the alpha bitch’s in a clear challenge that had not been lost on the other girls present.

Mhairi had to admit that the sight of Helen’s exceptionally hairy bush had dented her confidence slightly, as rarely before had she fought a girl who could match her pube for pube. However, she quickly rationalised that it was okay: even if the contest was closer than she had first imagined, it would make her ultimate victory all the more convincing, helping her to win the allegiance of the other Cardugan girls more readily.

The final piece of good fortune had come when the silly bitch had absently started playing with herself while watching Mhairi showering. What a perfect opportunity this had presented to goad

Helen by performing a parody of the alpha bitch frigging herself in front of the watching subordinate girls! And now Mhairi was treated to the sight of Helen stepping out dripping from under her own shower and stalking across the room towards her. It was all working out exactly as the new girl had planned...

IV

“Its high time you and I became better acquainted.” Helen made sure to put a suitable edge of quiet menace into her voice as she padded towards Mhairi, who had stopped soaping herself by now and turned around, squaring up to the raven-haired girl as she approached.

“I can hardly wait,” retorted the brunette, injecting exactly the right sneering tone into her reply.

“New bitches like you have to learn their place - or be put in their place”, Helen replied coolly, stopping in front of her rival who had moved out from under her shower so that both alpha females now stood inches apart, their naked breasts and slick wet bushes lined up directly facing each other.

By now the other girls had excitedly formed a loose circle around the two rivals, and all were on tenterhooks. Decades of Cardugan protocol dictated that a new girl arriving at school was not allowed an immediate shot at the title unless the reigning sex-fight queen issued the challenge herself, personally. And that was what Helen Brodie seemed about to do, in what was surely a high-risk strategy when the challenger Mhairi MacGregor remained such an unknown quantity.

“Huh?” laughed the brunette, “You’re going to teach me? Don’t think so! And you certainly look far too weak to even think about putting me in my place”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yeah, absolutely right!”

Both girls had been sizing each other up during their verbal foreplay, but it was Helen who moved first, stepping back a pace and reaching out with her left hand spread wide, inviting Mhairi to interlock their fingers. Welcoming the prospect of a test of strength in front of the other girls, the brunette flexed her right arm ostentatiously, revealing a well-toned bicep as she brought her own hand up with its fingers outspread. Cautiously, the two girls interlocked fingers but, when Mhairi brought her other hand up, Helen’s free hand suddenly shot low and the brunette yelped in pain as she found herself being grabbed roughly by the pussy hair.

The other girls whooped with excitement; Mhairi having quickly established a reciprocal grip on Helen’s magnificent bush both girls were now shoving each other around angrily, their feet skidding slightly on the slippery tiled floor.

“Eeyyargh!” Mhairi screamed as Helen’s fingers anchored themselves in her pube roots and, with a sudden, callous twist of the hand, the reigning queen forced the challenger up on to her tiptoes.

“Nyyaaargh!” Helen yowled as Mhairi retaliated by yanking her pubes so hard that both girls were now teetering on their toes, each desperately trying to relieve the pressure on her own assailed bush while gouging her opponent’s.

“Get your hand off my pussy, you little skank!”

“You let go first, bitch!”

“No fucking way!”

“Fuck you then!”

“Aaarggggh!”

“Nyaarggggh!”

Having reached what Janice later described rather aptly to friends as a “Mexican bush-gouging stand-off”, Helen and Mhairi finally had to loosen their grip by mutual consent and collapsed sideways against the wall, gasping for breath but still eyeballing each other menacingly.

“Girls, what’s keeping you in the shower?” It was the sports mistress, Miss Dent, calling from the changing room.

A ripple of disappointment spread through the shower room at this unwelcome interruption but as Miss Dent called out a second time the other girls started filing out, reluctantly, leaving Helen and Mhairi behind. By now each girl was hot and flushed, feeling her own enlarged clit throbbing under the pressure of the other’s fingers, and could see that her rival was also becoming sexually aroused.

“Are there any girls left in the shower?” Thankfully Ms Dent’s sense of decorum precluded her poking her head round the door to find out.

Knowing that they would soon have to leave, Mhairi and Helen locked eyes again, their facial expressions showing a sudden mutual understanding: each girl urgently felt the need to explore her opponent’s sex before separating: to discover what she would be going up against when they next met in full, unrestricted sexual combat.

Seizing the brief opportunity, Helen and Mhairi urgently dug their fingers into each other’s bushes, not tugging this time but spreading the voluminous pubes apart until they could touch the moist, full cunt-lips hidden beneath the mass of pubic hair.

Mirroring each other’s movements, they traced their fingers lightly from the tip of the vulva - where the labia minora join at the top to enclose the clitoris - all the down to the perineum as if measuring the vulva along its entire length (which was, in fact, exactly what their practised fingers were now doing).

Stopping at the anus, Mhairi and Helen inserted their leading fingers directly inside each other’s vulva, noting the thickness and suppleness of the labial lips before moving their hands slowly back up again, peeling the lips apart on the way up until their fingertips came to rest at the base of the clitoris.

Having explored her rival’s unquestionably large, hairy vagina, it came as no final surprise to either girl to discover the strong, sturdy, oversized clitoral pearl that lurked inside. Mhairi and Helen now felt each other’s wetness growing, welling under their fingers, and the realisation dawned on both girls that their coming sex-fight would be the toughest and most competitive of their young lives by far.

“Time to go bitch” Helen hissed as she pulled her hand away, ripping a few of Mhairi’s dark brown pubes out in the process and causing the new girl to yelp in pain. A millisecond later Helen squealed too as Mhairi sneered back "Fuck you, bitch!" and returned the favour before both had to rush back into the changing room to rejoin the other girls.



To be continued/