Chapter 4: Climax
Word quickly spread across the country side. Important people from all around hurried to the Castle to watch the Prince and Princess in their battle of the sexes. Everyone knew the Prince had never been in a fight in his life. But he was healthy and stood six feet tall and weighed 150 pounds.
Cinderella stood five feet and eleven inches tall. But while the Prince weighed 150 pounds, she weighed 190 pounds. While she was strong, she weighed 190 pounds because she was somewhat fat. But she was a woman so she was declared the underdog.
At ten minutes to noon on the Sabbath, the trumpeter called the combatants to the arena. His loud blasting trumpet could be heard all over the Castle. Everyone not yet seated, scurried to their assigned seats in anticipation. They waited breathlessly for the Prince and Princess to enter the arena.
Cinderella was the first to emerge from the doorway and step into the sunlight. She had chosen to wear a dark blue homecoming dress.
The bodice was snug against her upper body, showcasing the fullness of her breasts and the chubbiness of her torso, and the skirt was just loose enough to allow her some freedom of movement for her swift footwork. Her legs were thick like tree trunks. On her feet she wore silver-colored heeled shoes. Her brown hair had been curled and brushed back. Around one wrist she wore a corsage.
It took the Prince a few minutes longer to show himself. There was several floor length mirrors in the hallway leading to the arena. And he stopped at each mirror to admire his lean body and his gorgeous blond hair.
He finally stepped into the arena and was greeted by loud cheers and whistles. The Prince bowed to the King and Queen and to the important dignitaries seated around the arena. Then he turned and smiled at Cinderella. "Today you learn a valuable lesson my little commoner. It really is a shame it came to this. But your actions leave me no choice. You must learn to conduct yourself as a highly ranked member of the Royal family. Since you can't seem to comprehend the meaning of those words, then you must be shown your place. And I am happy to teach it to you," The Prince boldly said.
"Did you come here to fight or run your Royal mouth, my handsome Prince?" Cinderella asked.
Cinderella then watched angrily as the Prince walked over to his cousin, Princess Tatum and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Though the Prince was Cinderella's husband, she was still jealous of the beautiful Princess Tatum, who had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body. Cinderella decided that if she won the fight, she would ban the Prince from ever speaking to Princess Tatum again.
The thought of her handsome husband kissing another woman made her blood boil. She couldn't wait to teach the Prince a lesson in loyalty and respect. The crowd grew even louder as the two combatants took their places in the center of the arena.
As the referee explained the rules of the fight, the Prince couldn't help but smirk at Cinderella. He thought he had this fight in the bag. The referee blew a horn, signaling for the fight to begin. The prince attacked first.
He stepped up and threw a mighty right at Cinderella's face. But she wasn't there anymore. She had quickly stepped to her left and flexed her muscular right leg. WHAM! Her bare foot landed solidly in his hard stomach and bent him over. SMACK! Her left to his jaw put him down on the ground face first. The surprised crowd was stunned.
"You have to do better then that, my handsome Prince. Or this will be over quickly," Cinderella told the shocked man.
Embarrassed over being knocked him down in just a few seconds, The Prince leaped to his feet to extract revenge. His muscular arms began pumping his male fists as fast as he could throw them. But, despite her chubby figure, Cinderella moved like a graceful ballerina and eluded all of his thunderous attempts.
Each of her steps were well calculated. It was like watching a dance, beautifully executed as the Princess dodged, deflected, and returned each of the Prince's assault. However, her swift returns, as beautiful to watch as they were, packed vicious power, keeping him off guard and disoriented. The crowds roared with appreciation. Cinderella's effortless footwork was something to admire. The way she leap, glide, dash and whirl around her husband sending him reeling, was magnificent.
After failing to connect with at least a dozen punches, the Prince reached out to grab her by the skirt of her dress to drag her down.
But he only succeeded in grasping a handful of soft fabric which he would reget as the Princess twirled around and planted a explosive kick in his gut, sending him rolling backwards. The wind was knocked out of him and it took all he could do to stand back up again.
"Having fun, my golden-haired darling?" Cinderella asked him.
She then reached out to grab him. His right wrist was snatched by her left hand and her right hand slipped under his left arm to grab the back of his shoulder. After turning her thick hip into him, he sailed over her heavy body and was unceremoniously dumped back on the ground. SLAM! His face turned bright red from the embarrassment he was feeling. He jumped back to his feet with murder in his eyes. He had to gain back his dignity at all cost. He went back at her like a crazed maniac. Rights and lefts were coming at her with deadly intentions behind them.
"Come on!" Princess Tatum shouted, cheering on the Prince. "Beat her up!" "Show her who's boss!"
But Cinderella remained calm and collected. Her book had taught her defensive tactics as well. She avoided the punches as easily as taking a stroll in the Royal Garden. When his handsome face filled with confusion and his punch count slowed, Cinderella took it to him with a smile. SMACK! His nose was flattened to his face. SMACK! His mouth began to bleed. SMACK!..SMACK! Both eyes were in a great deal of pain. SMACK!..SMACK! Both cheeks felt pain. THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK! His mid section was repeatedly pounded with solid shots and his chin hurt like hell.
Cinderella backed off and smiled. "Do you see how it's done if you know what you're doing big mouth?" she asked.
Anger filled his face and he charged her like a angry Stallion. SMACK! Her straight right nailed him between the eyes and he flopped to the ground on his Royal butt.
"This foolishness has gone on long enough, you brown-haired girl. It's time you pay the price for daring anger me," he said.
His muscular arms began throwing power packed punches as fast as he could chuck them. Cinderella calmly moved her gorgeous female body and avoided them like the plague. Ten hard thrown punches missed their mark. Then ten more were easily danced around. Then another ten failed to connect with anything but air.
The Prince began breathing heavily while Cinderella evaded his futile attempts and smiled. By the time the next ten missed the ducking and dodging Princess, the Prince was barely able to lift his mighty arms. Cinderella blocked his next feeble try and started punching back. SMACK! She broke his nose and saw the painful grimace cross his handsome face. SMACK!..SMACK! Both eyes began to swell and the Prince winced in pain again. THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD! Four hard punches weakened his six pack abs a bit. CRACK! The uppercut landed squarely on his chin and sent him staggering back. The crowd showed their approval with a loud burst of applause. When the Prince heard the crowd clapping for her, he went totally insane. He rushed Cinderella with his skinny arms spread out to grab her in a bear hug and crush her female bones. Cinderella quickly grabbed his wrists and placed her high heel on his hard stomach. She laid back, taking him with her and flipped him over on his back. SLAM! The Prince was stunned and virtually helpless. Cinderella scrambled to her feet and rushed over to him. She grabbed him by his blond hair and yanked him up to a sitting position. Then she sat down behind him and wrapped her thick legs around his waist and crossed her ankles in his lap. After slipping her beefy arms under his and placing her hands on the back of his neck in a full nelson, she had him immobilized and at her mercy.
When she forced his chin down to his chest with the full nelson and tightened her thick legs on his waist, the Prince screamed in pain.
"AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out.
"That hurts, doesn't it, little man? You're finally using that big mouth of yours to say something I like hearing. So let me hear it again, my wimp Prince," she said into his ear.
Her vise grip legs tightened around his waist a little more and she exerted more pressure on his arms and neck with the full nelson. Cinderella quickly got her wish.
"AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out.
"Now that is music to my ears, blondie. Do it again please," she said sweetly.
Another burst of power from her boa constrictor legs brought another painful scream from the trapped Prince.
"AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out again.
"Good boy, my Prince," she said mockingly. "You obey very well when you have no other choice. I'm going to release you now, because I have other painful holds I want to put you in. So be a good little boy and give me one last scream before I turn you loose."
"AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out.
He gave her what she asked for when she nearly cracked his ribs.
"That's my good little boy," she told him.
"Now I'm going to release you" she said sweetly.
Cinderella removed her legs from around his waist, but kept him in the full nelson. She moved her legs until she was kneeling behind him. Then she finally stood on her feet and dragged him up with her.
The Prince struggled to free himself, but the Princess's grip on him was too strong. He was completely under her control, and the realization of this only made him more enraged.
"Let me go, you crazy woman!" he spat, trying to wrench his arms from her grasp.
Cinderella smiled mischievously and tightened her grip on him. "Oh no, my dear Prince. I'm not done with you yet," she said, her voice dripping with excitement and anticipation.
She placed her knee on his butt and lifted him in the air while she leaned back. When she had him in the air, she began spinning in circles while applying great pressure on his neck with the full nelson. After completing a few circles she released him. The Prince went flying and screamed like a frightened little girl.
He landed on his back and rolled several feet before coming to a stop on his stomach. He was badly dazed and out of it. Cinderella smiled and casually took her time to walk over and wrap him up in another painful hold. Cinderella bent his legs at the knees and crouched over his calves facing his head. Then she sat down on his calves, pinning his legs under the weight of her body. She took his arms in her strong hands and placed her shoed feet in his arm pits.
"Since I bent you forward with my full nelson, I think it's only fair to see how well your body bends backwards," she told him. She firmly braced her feet and pulled on his arms while leaning back. Another ear piercing scream escaped his trembling lips.
"AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed.
"Oops. I guess it doesn't bend very far this way without causing you pain. Does it, my handsome boy?" she said, smiling.
The Prince whimpered and didn't answer her.
Cinderella didn't expect him to. She was in complete control now, and she knew it. She pulled on his arms again and was rewarded with another ear-piercing scream.
When Cinderella climbed off of the whimpering Prince, everyone in the crowd was demanding her attention for showing their approval except for Princess Tatum who was angry to see the Prince being so thoroughly humiliated.
She raised her arms in the air and strolled around the arena while smiling and waving to them. She then bowed her head and curtsied in her blue homecoming dress.
She turned back to the Prince who was struggling to get to his feet.
"Ahhh, I see you decided to join me again, my Prince. Good boy," she said sweetly.
The Prince looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes. So far she had made a complete fool out of him and had the entire audiences approval while doing it. He had to do something to gain back his pride and honor. He pictured in his mind, the servants and maids laughing behind his back if he lost this battle. The weight of that humiliation would be to much to bear on his proud shoulders. He must beat Cinderella and beat her soundly. That was the only outcome he would accept. His lean frame rose to it's full height and he stalked toward Cinderella with renewed determination.
He could see the smug look of satisfaction on her face, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe it away with a crushing blow. As he approached, his perfectly coiffed blond hair glistened in the sunlight, catching the eye of everyone in attendance.
Cinderella placed her hands on her fat hips and waited for him to reach her with a large smile on her face. The Prince didn't realize how much her painful wrestling holds had sapped the strength from his body. The mighty right he threw that he thought would change his destiny, was feeble at best. Cinderella slapped it away and landed a hard right to his left eye. SMACK! His full power left swing was just as pitiful. She swatted it down like a pesky fly and badly busted his lips with a solid left. SMACK! One more heavy handed right was attempted by the Prince, which he hoped had the strength in it to knock her head from her shoulders. But a two year old could have produced more power. SMACK! The cartilage in his nose shattered to pieces.
Growling like an angry bear, the Prince tried to grab her again and take her to the ground. Cinderella quickly grabbed his right wrist and jerked him toward her while she stepped to the left. She ended up behind him and took hold of his left arm to keep him there. She stepped around his left leg with hers and planted her left foot firmly against the instep of his left foot. Then she quickly released his left arm and ducked under his right with her upper body. She straightened up and stretched her left arm across his back and took hold of his left shoulder. Then she planted her right foot against the outside of his right foot. She now had him in an abdominal stretch.
Pushing his upper body to the left would cause great pain to his abdomen, back, and unmovable legs. His right arm was pinned under her and draped down on her lower back while his left arm hung useless at his side. A loud, ear piercing scream escaped his mouth when she bent him over.
The crowd gasped, and Cinderella couldn't help but smile. She loved the feeling of power and dominance.
"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the Prince screamed.
"There's the sound I love to hear. It's very painful isn't it, gorgeous boy?" Cinderella said.
The Prince didn't waste his breath answering her. Because he needed it to scream. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Prince's scream echoed through the courtyard as Cinderella twisted his arm further, her grin growing wider with each passing second.
"God I love that little boy scream of yours. Let me hear it again, my handsome Prince," she taunted him.
"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed.
She got her wish. "How about we work on that hard stomach of yours, blondie?" she asked.
THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD! Her right fist beat his stomach until it was as soft as a pillow.
"Now for a few to that cute face and mouth of yours, my pretty little wimp," she said sweetly.
SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK! She beat the right side of his face black and blue. When Cinderella released him, the Prince collapsed to the ground whimpering. Although almost everyone in the crowd was cheering her fighting skills, they were overwhelmed at how easily Cinderella was handling the Prince.
"Get up, my Prince," she commanded. "You haven't tamed my wild spirit yet. In fact, you haven't done anything but scream in pain and whimper like a little boy. And when I'm finished with you, you will be crying and begging like one too. Now get on your Royal feet so I can knock you on your Royal ass," she sternly ordered.
The Prince slowly struggled to his feet. Shame covered him like a blanket and fear was beginning to creep into his mind. Everything he tried against her had blown up in his face.
She had outsmarted him, outperformed him, and left him writhing in pain on the ground. She might have been as fat as a cow but she was as strong as a bear. He had no idea how to defeat her and that scared him to death. He would be the laughing stock of the whole country if he didn't find a way to win this battle. But the answer eluded him. His cause seemed hopeless.
The Prince had thought he was the strongest and most feared warrior in the entire kingdom, yet this brown-haired beauty had him completely outmatched. She was nothing but a young woman, yet she had managed to overpower him in every way imaginable. It was an utter humiliation.
The crowd continued to cheer for Cinderella as she stood victorious over him, her chest heaving and her eyes shining with triumph. Sweat glistened on her skin, and her brown hair clung to her face in damp strings. But despite the physical exertion, she looked radiant.
Cinderella twirled around in her blue homecoming dress.
Since the Prince's tired arms were now weak and useless, the only choice left was to use his legs. He took aim at Cinderella's crotch and swung his right leg as hard as he could. She expected him to try something different, but she never dreamed he would try and kick her between the legs. She jumped to her left at the last second and took the kick on her inner thigh.
Princess Tatum cheered when she saw Cinderella finally get hit.
She was tired of the overweight brunette dominating the fight.
She wanted the blonde-haired prince to come out on top. Her heart was racing as the two combatants continued their battle.
The Princess twirled around again, her heart beating faster than ever before. The kick stung Cinderella, but it didn't hamper her movements in any way. The Prince, thinking he had injured her enough to press his advantage, stepped into the solid punch she threw in retaliation of his actions.
The force of her punch knocked the Prince off his feet, and he lay on the ground, barely conscious.
Cinderella stood over him and watched as Princess Tatum rushed to the Prince's side.
"Oh, honey," Princess Tatum said to the injured Prince. "I won't let that fat wife of yours hurt you anymore." Princess Tatum said, as she cradled the Prince's head in her lap.
"There, there," Princess Tatum whispered to the Prince. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob?"
Before the Prince could answer her, Princess Tatum was suddenly kicked in the head by Cinderella.
The kick sent her sprawling to the ground, where she lay unconscious.
Cinderella then sat down on the Prince's chest.
The weight of her body pinning him down and her smoldering brown eyes glaring into his blue ones. The Prince tried to buck her off him, but she was too heavy. He tried to push her away, but her arms were too strong. He tried to free himself, but he was trapped under her in every way possible.
The sweat began to trickle down his forehead as the weight of Cinderella on top of him became truly unbearable. He could feel the tension building in his upper body and chest as he fought to push her off his torso. But she was no ordinary woman; she was a fierce fighter, and her strength echoed through each pounding muscle already straining beneath her taut skin. With every inch he moved toward, he could see her strong grip on his arms growing tighter. And the pressure in his chest began to rise, almost like an anvil being lowered onto his very soul.
He briefly wondered why he was stuck with an obese wife.
Her weight was like a ton of bricks and it took all his strength to keep her off his chest. However, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in his groin area. Cinderella had grabbed him there and was squeezing tightly, causing excruciating pain to radiate throughout his body.
"Try to move again and you'll regret it," she growled, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination.
The Prince's face contorted with agony as he realized that he was at the mercy of this surprisingly strong woman.
He tried to scream for help, but his voice was muffled by the weight of her body pressing down on his chest.
Cinderella's grin broadened as she saw the terror in the Prince's eyes. She had never seen him so vulnerable before, and it was a heady feeling, knowing that she was the cause of it. She squeezed his manhood tighter, enjoying the feeling of power and control.
The Prince's legs thrashed wildly, but Cinderella paid no mind.
Instead, she shifted her weight off his chest and straddled his torso, trapping him underneath. Her eyes gleamed with an intensity that said she wasn't going to let him go until he learned his lesson about underestimating her.
Breathing heavily, she stared down at him, her pink lips forming an arrogant smirk that further infuriated the Prince. He was a powerful man, used to getting his way, but here he was, defeated by a woman. The thought was almost laughable to Cinderella.
He knew that he had lost.
He couldn't move under her weight, and with her strong grip on his manhood, he was rendered completely helpless. He glanced up at her, and saw the triumph in her eyes. She had won.
"Now," Cinderella began, leaning down so that her face was just inches from the Prince's. "If you ever try to underestimate me again, this is what will happen to you." With that, she squeezed again, causing the Prince to groan in pain.
"Sister!" The Prince's sister, Princess Tatum, shouted as she rushed over to them.
Cinderella forcefully knocked down Princess Tatum.