Axina
The first thing Axina did upon entering the city was to hire a room at an inn. She was eager to see the city, but her face and hair were a mess after her encounter with the clerk at the Notary and she needed to clean up first. A spike of bitterness arose in Axina's mind at the memory, but she suppressed it. Today was not a day for bitterness. It was a day of triumph. At last she had entered the Capital, the epicenter of the entire kingdom's politics and power.
Axina had brought only two servants with her into the Capital, both of whom were women of common birth. She hadn't brought any male slaves with her, as by law they would need to be either castrated or de-tongued before they were allowed to enter the city gates. Axina didn't have the time to oversee the necessary mutilations, nor did she need any men for the time being. If that ever changed she could send for some from her estate or simply purchase more. In any case, Axina's two servants performed their duties admirably, washing her face and brushing her hair. She complimented them (commoners are more loyal when you're nice to them) and set off to see the city.
The Capital was built around two great hills, exactly equal in size and shape. They rose above the city like two great breasts on the chest of the land. The Royal Palace, residence of the Queen, nestled between them at the center of the city.
At the very top of the easternmost hill rose the Arena of Bosom, where Noble ladies settled their disputes. In the countryside, conflict between Ladies usually resulted in war. In war, each Lady would command their mostly male armies and the winner could do anything she wanted with the loser including stealing all her Feminine Power, driving her off her land, claiming her commonfolk as her own chattel, and even killing her.
Here in the capital things were done in a more civilized fashion. Disputes were settled by duel, in which the Ladies themselves would square off, Bosom to Bosom in magical combat until one of them either surrendered or was disqualified. Such duels were mediated with very strict rules to ensure the safety of both parties, and the winner was allowed to take at most twenty five percent of the loser's Feminine Power. On holidays, male gladiators fought to the death on the sands for the entertainment of the Ladies.
On the apex of the western hill was the cathedral of The Most Nuturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood. The Church claimed authority over all the female souls of the entire kingdom. Of course there were two separate liturgies: one for commoners and one for Ladies of Bosom. The commoners were taught that the Ladies' Bosoms and Feminine Power were Goddess-given and symbolized their right to rule. Of course, the Ladies themselves knew better, but it would not do if the peasants found out about that. There might be a revolt.
The Church was popular with both commoners and Ladies alike. Personally, Axina didn't put much stock in the Goddess or the supernatural. She trusted only her mind and her Feminine Power to get her through life, and so far it was working. Very few attained the title of Baroness before the age of twenty; Axina had managed it at nineteen.
Axina decided to head up the eastern hill first. As she walked through the city she noticed something strange. Most of the women she passed had smaller breasts than her. In fact, some of them barely had Bosom at all. Since her breast size was just above the minimum required to obtain a Barony, and only Ladies of the rank of Baroness or higher were allowed into the city, this puzzled Axina to no end. She was missing something important.
Axina reached the pinnacle of the hill, paying a small fine to enter the Arena. Duels were fought every day at all hours in the Arena. Today there were three pairs of women battling in the sands below, each struggling against each other in different ways. The stands were sparsely populated, so Axina chose a spot at random and watched the duels for a time.
The closest pair was clearly a mismatch. A thirty something Lady with breasts the size of watermelons was facing off against a younger woman whose entire Bosom was less than half that size. Of course, the less-endowed woman had no chance. The fight was already over, the younger woman was spinning around in mid air, completely overwhelmed by the older woman's Feminine Power. She surrendered within seconds. The older woman chose to be merciful and not take any Bosom from the younger, a generous gesture. The two walked off the floor of the arena.
Off to the left, another duel was taking place, this one far more interesting. Both participants were young, probably early twenties. Their Bosoms were about equal size, although the Lady with the lighter skin had a slight advantage in that regard. Neither of their Bosoms were even half as large as Axina's. However, the way in which they were wielding their power was different from anything Axina had ever seen. It was much more... physical. Their power manifested in the form of weapons that they weilded; the darker skinned woman held a shining black whip, the lighter a translucent pink sword.
The darker skinned woman cracked the whip in ruthless arcs. Each time the whip stuck the lighter skinned woman she cried out in pain, although the whip left no mark on her milky flesh. The lighter skinned woman was unable to close the gap because of the whip's greater range. Finally, the sword-wielder rushed forward, swinging at the whip-wielder's head. The whip wielder dodged, but the sword managed a glancing blow on her shoulder. The translucent blade passed through the whip-wielder's arm, leaving no wound, but somehow disabling the arm. The whip-wielder jumped back, one arm now swinging uselessly at her side, and lashed out with the whip.
The sword-wielder apparently didn't expect such a rapid counter attack. The whip coiled around her waist. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Seconds later, she surrendered. The fight was over. Both the whip and the sword dissolved into thin air, and the defeated sword-wielder lay prone on her back. The victorious whip-wielder crouched over her, cupping her supple breasts, her formerly disabled arm returning to full function. The victor's Bosom swelled as the loser's shrank by a quarter.
"You're in my seat." Axina turned her head. A redheaded woman, about a year older than she, was looking at her like something she had just scraped off of her shoe. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Axina's.
"There are plenty of open seats," said Axina, trying to keep her cool. Who did this woman think she was?
"Yes, but that one's mine." The redhead was clearly looking for a fight. Axina itched to crush her, but... the incident with the clerk was fresh in her mind. Just because this woman had a smaller bosom than her did not necessarily mean she was weaker. That thought hurt Axina's brain. What was she missing? In any case, best to play it cool for now.
"Very well, I'll move," Axina sighed.
The redhead laughed. "Ha! I knew a wide eyed country yokel like you would have no spine! Look at you. You've got your tits hanging out and everything!"
Axina's mouth worked. The other woman's dress displayed far more skin than her own. "Hanging? I don't-"
"You should be begging to lick my clit, you hill born piece of trash! I bet your mother sucked your father's dick."
Axina's eyes widened in shock. The other insults she could have let go. Perhaps. But the implication that her mother had placed her mouth upon the filthiest part of a filthy male? That was not an insult she could let slide. So she challenged the redhead to a duel.
Mere minutes later, Axina stood upon the sands. Opposite her, the rude redhead idly examined her nails. Between them stood a common, bosomless referee.
"My Ladies," said the referee. "I humbly remind you of the rules. It is forbidden to cause any serious or permanent harm to your opponent. The first Lady to surrender loses. The winner may take at most twenty-five percent of the loser's Bosom. Any violation of the rules will be punished by the disciplinary board depending on the severity of the infraction. My Ladies are both ready?" She raised her hand. "Fight!"
Every Lady of Bosom wielded her power differently. Axina's specialty was elemental magic. Fire, water, air; these were her weapons. She sent a wall of air at her opponent, hoping to knock her off her feet.
The redhead dodged, then lept forward at Axina. Axina backpedalled, throwing a fireball at her opponent's feet, hopping to trip her, but the woman kicked the fireball deliberately, somehow extinguishing it. Axina couldn't get away, the woman was too fast. Her fist slammed into Axina's abdomen, making her gasp for breath. Desperate, she channeled all the power she could into a fist of air and directed it at the redhead's face, but the woman deflected it casually and pushed her to the ground.
How? How were women with smaller breasts than her somehow overwhelmingly stronger than her in Feminine Power?
The redhead planted a foot on the side of her head, pushing her into the dirt. "I didn't even need to use half my power to crush you, yokel. Now be a good girl and surrender."
"No. Fuck you, bitch." Just because Axina had been overpowered, didn't mean the fight was over. It wouldn't end officially until Axina admitted defeat. She couldn't afford to lose a quarter of her power now, not just after she entered the city. She needed to rise! To swell, to get stronger, bustier, until the whole world knew her name and all trembled at the sight of her tits.
The redheaded cunt cackled wickedly. "I was hoping you would say that you little twat. Let's see how long you can keep up that attitude." Axina felt her skirt being pulled up around her waist, baring her bottom to the entire arena. She thanked the Goddess so few people were in the stands today. The redhead's hand came down hard on Axina's ass in an open-handed spank. Pain shot through her rear. The woman was unnaturally strong! "Surrender, bitch!"
"No!" moaned Axina through gritted teeth. The redhead's hand came down again, harder this time. Then again, and again. Axina fought back tears. She would not give in. She would not lose Bosom. She would rise! Then she realized that the barrage of spanks had stopped. The redhead was talking to someone. An angry someone.
"-told you when I accepted you as my vassal. No more picking on fresh-through-the-gate Baronesses!"
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress, but look at her! She doesn't even compress her Bosom!"
Axina turned her head. The redhead was floating in the air about a foot off of the ground. She didn't look comfortable. A thirty-something motherly looking Lady stood facing her, face a mask of controlled fury. Axina recognized her as the same woman she had seen fight earlier, the one who had easily overwhelmed her opponent. Her breasts were the size of watermelons. Much larger than Axina's. Was she a Countess, perhaps?
"I'm not concerned with her decorum at the moment, Jula. As my vassal, any mischief you get into reflects poorly on me. If I find you doing this again, I swear to the Goddess you will spend the next year in cock-thrall to my entire stable of male gladiators. Do you understand?"
The redhead (Jula?) paled. "Yes mistress."
