Baroness falls back to her maids

The Baroness rose up quickly, swinging her hands in a double ax-handle to surprise Tikka. Tikka blocked it with one hand before throwing a pressure point strike into Baroness’ tits. Baroness suddenly screamed in agony, falling to her knees and clutching her breasts so hard they oozed between her fingers. Her nipples felt like they were on fire for several seconds as Tikka strutted cautiously around her.

“You’re a weakling,” she sneered. “Nothing but a royal layabout. You don’t have any real fighting skill at all, do you?” Baroness looked up at her, only to receive a straight kick to the face.

Baroness touched her mouth, her fingers coming back bloody. She looked in horror at them, scrambling on her hands and knees to her corner and calling for her maids. Tikka watched, unable to smile arrogantly and her proud enemy proving to be so craven and weak in a fair fight.

She let Baroness see her maids, who attentively dabbed the blood from her lips and applied medical cream to them. One then pulled down Baroness’ tight top, her breasts flopping out anxiously as the other maid applied salve to her sore bosom. They finally finished, placing something into Baroness’ cleavage and each giving her a loving kiss.

Baroness regally adjusted her top and turned back to face Tikka again.
“Done letting your slaves do all the work?” Tikka asked sarcastically.
“Come if you like,” Baroness huffed.