Justice Battle: Anita v Val Part 4
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


Anita was led into her changing room and Helen said, ‘well we’ve got 10 minutes, 
so let’s get these sweaty cloths of you, lie down over there’. Anne was 
already getting a new set of lingerie out for Anita and asked whether Anita 
should have a new bra, ‘yes, please. I didn’t think it would make much 
difference but it hurts a lot more now that my breasts are exposed’. So Anne re-
measured Anita and then sent out for a ‘C’ cup bra and then led Anita over to 
the massage table. For the next few minutes, with Anita laid on her front, Anne 
started a thorough massage starting from the tips of her toes and gradually 
working up her legs while at the same time Helen worked down from Anita’s arms 
and shoulders. Using oils and a sensuous but also therapeutic technique they 
eased knots of tension out of Anita and worked in oil so that her skin gleamed. 
Working towards each other Anita started to sigh with pleasure, despite the pain 
she was feeling, as Anne reached her upper thighs and Helen was working on her 
lower back and then her buttocks. In a dreamy sensual cadence both Anne and 
Helen played Anita, from gentle, almost ticklish massage to a deeper working out 
they worked in sequence so that Anita almost seemed to forget where she was as 
she became more and more aroused. ‘OK, turn over now’ and the two girls started 
again on Anita’s front. Her poor abused breasts still projected proudly up from 
her chest and her nipples literally had sprung out from deeply crinkly and 
puckered areola. And that was despite the deep bruising! Anne worked up 
Anita’s legs while Helen started with her shoulders again, but as Anne worked up 
and Helen worked down they both had to be extra gentle as they reached areas 
that had been pounded by Val. Anne reached Anita’s groin and gentle massaged oil 
into her sex and then worked up to her lower belly. Despite the care Anita 
squirmed with a mix of ecstasy and pain. Anne too was gently circling her 
breasts and gently rubbing in oil, working down past her sore breast bone and to 
her upper belly. The pain of massaging these areas, apart from trying to ease 
this for Anita was also designed to bring her back from the dreamy state 
they’d sent her to with the earlier massage. So still pleasant but pain mixed 
with pleasure until with 2 minutes of the break remaining Helen said, right 
let’s get you dressed. So new fresh lingerie, a new better fitting bra and Anita 
was ready once more to face Val. But what state would Val be in?

In Val’s changing room Carl and Dave were working frantically on Val, she needed 
fluids. But they had to be careful as a blow to the bladder…. Well you can 
imagine! So just a few small sips was all they dared let Val have, although she 
wanted more. Her lower belly was very tender and it was all Val could do to 
straighten up, her body wanted to curl up over the hurt so Carl and Dave did 
what they could, they rubbed and used ice and massage, oiled her body and they 
two sent for a new bra, Val’s huge breasts were now ‘G’ cup and the huge orbs 
hung large and heavy on Val’s frame, with dreadful bruising on the top section 
and more bruising around the nipple. With Val about to lose her panties and no 
stockings to hold up Val would just have a new bra, but still her skin did now 
gleam with oil rather than sweat and boy, did her breasts look impressive or 
what! Held up with the new bra they projected out away from her body, but with 
her sore belly Val was crouching so that it seems her breasts were tipping her 
over!

But now the buzzer rang and with words of encouragement, both fighters went back 
into the arena. Anita went straight to the restraints to receive her first blow 
as the ref made an announcement. ‘Val has lost 3 rounds so she now has 60 
seconds to make her return punch, she has opted to remove her panties for this 
round so a 12, 2 or 3 will result in a blow anywhere below her suspender belt. 
For those of you interested in odds, that’s a 1:9 chance for each throw of the 
dice. Anita will receive one penalty blow to the breast for her new bra, Val 
will receive 6 penalty blows, 3 from Dave stepping into the ring at the end of 
the last round, 2 time penalties from the end of the last round and 1 for her 
new bra. I must also remind you that the round can not be decided until after 
you have both exchanged 5 dice determined blows’. Anita had also worked out that 
it was better than even money that a 5,6,7 or 8 would mean a breast punch, so 
she didn’t think the odds had changed much with Val’s loss of panties. If she 
could win another round though, then there would be a major difference. 

But now she had to face Val and a penalty blow to her new bra, and then a 6, a 
blow to her right breast. Val strode up, walking awkwardly, crouched oversetting 
her breasts swinging in their bra as she made her way towards Anita. With a look 
of extreme hate on her face she drew back her fist and with decent technique 
drove into the nipple that was poking through Anita’s bra. ‘Arghhhhhhh’ Anita 
cried, the pain was worse than before! But then in the break despite Anne and 
Helen’s efforts, swelling continued and the body, rescued from receiving pain 
shuts down it’s natural pain killers. That was why Helen and Anne had made the 
massage more painful towards the end, but still this first blow exploded in 
Anita’s right breast, and then Val was drawing back for another blow to the 
breast, and this time she drove up hard into the base of the breast and again 
Anita screamed and sweat quickly started to spring from her pores beading on her 
oiled skin and staining dark spots into her lingerie. But now the ropes were 
released and Anita could now look forward to smashing Val’s breasts.

Anita stood ready, her oiled skin, fresh lingerie and determined stance was 
daunting to Val, earlier she’d seen her as a weakling who she would blow away 
with 2 or 3 punches but now she was beginning to be afraid. With 6 breasts blows 
to face Val didn’t rush but 20 seconds passes quickly so very soon she was 
strapped in and groaning in pain as she was stretched fully upright. Anita 
looked to the scoreboard for the shot she would take after pummelling Val’s 
breasts. Awesome she thought! An 11, so a blow to Val’s suspenders. Val’s head 
sank down on her shoulders as she resigned herself to the barrage to come. Anita 
set herself to punch with power, starting with the right breast she decided that 
each punch would target the nub of Val’s nipple. Eyes flashing and her pale skin 
gleaming she drew back her fist and using the weight transfer technique she’d 
learned in the break between 2nd and 3rd round, she moved her body weight from 
back foot to front foot as her arm extended driving her fist deep into Val’s 
right breast. Oh, it felt so good, her nipples immediately went sprung and shot 
out through her bra as she felt her fist sink deep into Val’s tender flesh 
drawing a huge wail from Val who jerked and shivered as much as her bounds let 
her as deep seated, violent pain assailed her. But now the left breast and just 
a few seconds later Anita calmly set up and powered in. Now she paused for a few 
seconds with Val’s second scream still ringing around the arena. Val was panting 
in pain, chest heaving in and out as she gulped in air and all of a sudden her 
skin was becoming drenched with sweat, the bra visibly darkening as sweat seeped 
out of Val’s skin and formed beads on the oiled surface. Anita lined up on the 
right breast and tried to time her punch to coincide with Val’s in breath 
heaving her bosom out towards the incoming fist, ‘Nooooooo’ screamed Val as the 
third punch sank in and then in quick succession the 4th plunged into the left 
breast. Anita paused again but just for 2 or 3 seconds and then the last two 
breast punches went in, in quick succession. Val screamed constantly as these 
last 2 punches sank home, her voice becoming hoarse and interrupted as she had 
to take in breath. Anita paused again for a few moments, drinking in the sight 
of Val trying to thrash in her taught bounds, in truth there was little movement 
open to her as the ceiling ropes were so taught they were almost lifting Val of 
the ground. Now Anita lined up on the pale green suspender belt and blasted in. 
With little resistance from Val’s muscle shield Anita’s fist sank deep into Val, 
She jerked and Anita noticed for the first time that screens around the ring 
were showing close ups of her shot. Mesmerized she watched as her glove sank 
into Val and shock waves rippled out away from her glove, another view from 
below and behind focused in tight on Val’s behind and as her punch struck home 
her bottom jiggled out as the blow struck home before Val dropped out of shot as 
she collapsed to the floor. 



Coming out of her reverie, Anita remembered to quickly step into the restraints. 
Val had dropped down and pitched forward so that she lay face down at Anita’s 
feet, her boobs ballooning out to her sides. She couldn’t be counted out until 
after 4 more blows each so Dave didn’t risk stepping into the circle, instead 
they all watched Val’s slow awkward, and painful progress across the floor. 
Completely winded for a few seconds she lay there trying to suck in air, 
difficult lying on your front so she tried to curl up onto her side, wheezes and 
gasps coming amidst groans of pain. She rolled over and sort of crawled a little 
breast wobbling and swinging around as she writhed her way across the ring 
floor. 20 seconds, 30 seconds and finally she made it, Carl sitting her up so 
she could bend down and recover her wind. Anita could see her body shaking with 
reaction but slowly with Carls help she was stood up, still bent nearly double 
and with legs like a new born giraffe, but standing. Another 10 seconds passed 
and then Val was just able to make her unsteady way in towards Anita. A 7 was 
showing, Anita’s left breast. Val tried her best and her punch sank into Anita’s 
bra flush on the nipple and Anita cried out loudly and sucked in her breath. But 
inside she knew that the punch lacked power, it hurt, but not at the level of 
Val’s first punches.

She stepped away and Val sank down onto her haunches, waiting for Carl and Dave 
to help. Anita stayed close and prayed for a good dice roll. A 7 again for the 
left breast, so with 2 penalty breast blows, Val’s breast were going to be 
pounded again. Val was now being secured and she moaned in pain as she was 
forcibly straightened up by the ropes. Taking aim at the right breast Anita once 
again plunged her fist in aiming at the nipple and Val screamed a hoarse yell, 
throwing her head back as the pain struck, and her screams were barely dying 
away when Anita’s struck into her left breast. With this blow Anita paused and 
looked at Val’s heaving breasts. Already they were swelling more, with the 
repeated blows in quick succession, damage must have been occurring quickly and 
the body was releasing fluid into the breast to try and repair damage, damage 
that kept getting worse as Anita now sank her final blow, again into Val’s 
left breast as the dice had dictated and the ropes released. Val teetered and 
just barely maintained her feet, seemingly with much effort and she rested her 
gloves on her haunches and sucked in air as Anita took her turn in the 
restraints.



The dice rolled a 6 for her right breast and she waited for Val to approach. 
Already at the 3rd exchange of punches Val was looking tired and distraught, but 
she forced herself moderately upright and approached Anita and this time managed 
a powerful strike at Anita’s target of a nipple. Anita yelled out in pain and 
anguish as the fist struck, shaking her head to try and clear the fog caused by 
intense pain. She stepped away and stayed close as again Val sank down to her 
haunches to gain some respite. Then Val was being strapped in and Anita saw a 3, 
oh boy, anywhere below the suspenders. Val saw it too and for a moment her mouth 
mouthed no, no, no. But it was, and now Anita wasn’t constrained by panties so 
she decided to target the area about an inch or 2 above Val’s pubic hair which 
had before been where the waistband of Val’s panties was. She’d hit below into 
the cunt and above into the lower belly, but hitting here she could strike at 
the heart of Val’s reproductive organs, directly onto the uterus. Taking aim she 
had a quick glance at Val’s face, abject horror, and then she concentrated on 
putting power into the punch. With no muscle protection, just a layer of fat, 
Anita’s punch struck deep into Val’s vitals. A dull thud as her fist struck home 
and a strangled ‘urggggg’ from Val and suddenly she was a limp rag doll, eyes 
rolling in her head as intense nauseous pain assailed her. She collapsed in a 
heap and Anita figured that she didn’t have to move fast, but still she did and 
was quickly into her restraints whilst Val lay unmoving in a ball on the floor.

Dave paused, should he go and get her? Val couldn’t be counted out and would his 
action save her a minute of recovery time? He decided it would so he stepped in 
and brought her out of the circle. Her face was grey with pain and she could 
barely speak. Dave sensed that it would take a miracle now, 3 penalty points for 
him dragging her clear, plus however long it would now take to get her on her 
feet. Nevertheless Carl and Dave worked furiously on Val but it still took a 
minute before she could sit up. Bent forward at the waist she blew air in and 
out as the waves of pain subsided somewhat. Slowly they lifted her up and with a 
man on each side to lean on she stood and slowly tested her strength until she
finally managed to stand unaided. Slowly, ashen faced, and hunched over Val made 
her way over to Anita.



Anita had a 5 for her left breast and wondered how much power Val would generate 
With the clock on 90 seconds Val had a target to strike before it reached 100 so 
she lined up and with as much power as she could she drove into Anita’s left 
breast. Pain, but not deep seated agony, Anita stifled a yell and stepped away 
as Val allowed herself to crumple to the floor. 

Anita waited close by until Val was secured with 18 seconds on the clock. The 
ref announced 7 penalty blows to the breast, remember to strike alternate 
breasts’ And then Anita saw the number 11 meaning Val’s suspender belt and 
thought, ‘it can’t get better than this’. Anita looked at Val’s bulging breasts 
struggling to be contained by her bra and thought, not yet, lets see how big I 
can make them. This time she decided on using much of the 20 seconds between 
blows, knowing that she had a debilitating punch to follow. Starting with Val’s 
left breast Anita struck home, straight into the centre of the bra cup. And 
then, she waited while Val’s cries died down before calmly sizing up her 2nd 
punch and then striking in, again to the nipple. She noted how flesh oozed up 
out of the top of the bra and knew that she could knock the breasts out at any 
time but whilst they were held out in front of her she decided to carry on 
striking straight in. Val’s tormented cries told her that this was equally as 
effective as punching down. So the clock ticked down and Anita sized Up Val’s 
left breast before striking in again with her 3rd blow which, as had the 
previous blows dragged a truly agonized yell from Val whose breathing was coming 
in quicker and quicker pants. Now for the 4th to Val’s right breast and Val 
could swear that Val’s breasts had swollen just from the last few hits. She sunk 
her fist in deep and hard and for a moment there was silence! Val froze in 
disbelief at the pain which somehow had suddenly magnified before giving out a 
shrill wail and panting even quicker, tossing her head in torment. Now for the 
5th and Anita waited again before striking in to the left breast and she was 
sure now that much more breast flesh was shooting up out of the bra, and as the 
breast settled down, inches of flesh were bulging out of the top and sides of  
the cups. ‘Still two more’ she reminded Val, who seemed past caring and now she 
was about to strike the right breast again. Val shivered, for some reason the 
last blow to this boob had been more intense and here it was again as Anita’s 
fist struck home, the breast wobbling in aftershock and Val once again shocked 
into silence before screaming shrilly. For the final blow to Val’s left breast. 
Anita waited and waited until at 18 seconds and put in as much power as she 
could to this final punch and now after Val screamed yet again and her pants 
were coming so quick and short she seemed about to hyperventilate. Anita decided 
now that she should punch the suspender belt quickly so taking aim she drove her 
fist into Val’s navel. Val was completely unprepared having been lulled by the 
slow steady pace of breast punches, she didn’t even see the punch coming as her 
head was thrown back and she was still absorbing the pain from the last breast 
punch; her weak stomach muscles weren’t even tensed so Anita’s glove drove even 
deeper than it had earlier And Val lost whatever remaining air quickly and 
loudly before crashing face first to the floor, her poor boobs absorbing the 
full impact leaving Val sobbing and trying to suck in great gulps of air all at 
the same time.



Anita knew she’d win more breast punches as Val was almost completely out, 
certainly completely winded and she lay there trying to get air back, her skin 
slick with sweat and her face grey and drawn with pain. Slowly she started the 
long crawl back to Carl and Dave, sobbing and wanting to hold her breasts, 
massage her groin and get to help all at the same time. Eventually she made it 
but over 30 seconds had passed. Carl and Dave held ice packs against her and 
doused her with cold water. Val licked and sucked in some of the water, 
desperate to get some moisture back into her, Carl allowed her to have a little, 
she was sweating so much that it needed replacing, but he was careful not to let 
her have too much. A minute had passed and slowly Val was brought back to her 
feet. She had a 4 which was Anita’s belly above the suspender belt. Anita was 
sure now she could take any of Val’s punches now that she was so weakened so she 
confidently waited for Val to arrive. She did, finally, with over 70 seconds 
gone and tried to line up her punch. With weak shaky legs it was difficult and 
then she struck, ignoring the solar plexus Val struck just above the suspender 
belt but the glove just thudded into Anita’s tensed belly muscles. Anita smiled, 
the blow was about half the power of her earlier blows, and at that it was a 
monumental effort for Val, as her laboured breathing testified.

Anita stepped away and again Val slumped down, Carl and Dave gave her as much of 
the 20 seconds as they dared before stringing her up and Anita looked to see 
what number she had. An 8, oh well another breast shot to the right boob, but 
this was added to 3 penalty blows for Val’s delay so she had 4 blows and she’d 
start with a penalty blow to the right breast so that she could punish this boob 
with 3 punches against 1 to the left. Val was now been stretched up and groaning 
with pain as her belly was stretched. Her boobs forced her bra out and away from 
her body, it was almost as difficult now to not knock the bra away as earlier it 
would have been to knock it away. Anita lined up and sent her fist into the 
centre of the straining bra cup, ‘ohhhhhhhhhargghhhh’ cried Val but now Anita 
was working quick sending her fist into the left whilst Val was still screaming 
from the first and then again into the right and Val was now screaming and 
panting in one go. Anita paused after this last blow to the right boob as slowly 
she could see flesh forcing it’s way out of the top if the cup as it slid down 
her breast, and then with a rush Val’s breast was free, huge and bloated hanging 
low on Val’s body with wicked black and purple welts around the nipple and on 
the top half. So Anita’s last blow would be to crush the centre portion down 
into Val’s ribs. She took aim at the massive bruise and sank her fist in. Val 
erupted in shear agony and her voice screeched in disbelief. Anita pondered, 
maybe it did hurt more striking down! But then Val was finally free and she 
dropped sobbing to the floor.

Anita quickly stepped in to the restraints as the ref announced ‘we’ve had 5 
punches each now, so after this next punch from Val you will be vulnerable to 
being counted out’. Val shuddered and slowly forced herself up. She hoped for a 
good number, she really needed to see a 12 but she had a 9, Anita’s belly. Anita 
waited as Val slowly lumbered towards her. A little more purposeful this time 
she took aim and drove a reasonably powerful punch into Anita’s solar plexus. 
This time the punch had an effect, maybe from cumulative damage, or maybe she 
just got in a harder punch but Anita once again felt the terror of not being 
able to breath and she sunk down, mouth open trying to get some air in. Val 
probably should have been quick to step into he restraints but she took some 
time before realising that Anita was in trouble. Finally Val was restrained 
after maybe 5 or 6 seconds And Anita was still bent over on her haunches 
gradually being able to suck some air in. 

Slowly Anita forced herself upright with about 10 seconds on the clock and a 
quick glance told her she had the number 7, Val’s still covered left breast. She 
decided to still hit this flush on the nipple and after a few more seconds of 
rest she plunged her fist powerfully into Val’s boob. Val shrieked and then 
Anita watched as the bra almost slipped of but then just settled back into 
place.

Anita was in the restraints before Val had even moved away from her position. 
She looked to see what her fate would be, an 8 for her right breast. She could 
take it, but Val was slowly recovering after the dreadful start, true her 
breasts were abject agony but that didn’t disable her like a belly or gut punch 
would so although she let the clock tick down when she did let fly it was with 
her full power and Anita’s right breast felt the full force of this power and 
Anita just had to ride the waves of intense pain that ripped through her gland.

Anita hoped she’d get a god number, Val again rested but finally her feet going 
into the restraints triggered the dice, a 2 and Anita was overjoyed. She heard 
the gasps of delight from Helen and Anne and also the despairing groan from Val. 
Anywhere below the suspender belt. Anita decided once again to go for the area 
just above her pubic hair. She knew Val had needed over a minute earlier in the 
round when she’d struck there so she determined to use all her strength and the 
very best technique she could to destroy Val for this round. Taking aim and 
remembering her feet positions, Anita executed her punch, her weight 
transferring perfectly and extending into her right arm and fist which sank deep 
into Val’s lower belly just abover ner bush, driving into internal organs, 
punishing the uterus and surrounding tissue. Val’s world exploded in blinding 
pain and after a deep throaty cry of anguish she sunk to the floor. 

Anita stepped into the restraints but knew she wouldn’t be hit and watched Val 
struggle to overcome the pain. Carl and Dave left her as they knew they couldn’t 
get her back onto her feet in time so Val had to manage unaided while the clock 
ticked down. She was still weakly writhing on the floor when the ref announced, 
4th round to Anita, we’ll now have a 20 minute break before the next round. 
Anita will receive the first blow, At Val’s turn she will receive 3 penalty 
blows.

A cheerful Anita Helen and Anne left the ring and once again Carl and Dave were 
left to carry Val into their changing room.

Part 5 to follow ASAP

Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ