Justice Battle: Anita v Val Part 5
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


Anita was cradling her breasts as she strode into her changing room with Anne 
and Helen. ‘How are you feeling’ asked Helen, ‘Sore’ Anita replied, ‘that last 
breast punch hurt’. ‘Come on then, let’s see what we can do. Come and lie down 
over here’. Anne pointed to a strange looking massage table and said ‘Lie face 
down’. Anita realised that the table had been adapted, her boobs were going to 
sink into a bath of icy water! She could see mist rising of the cold water, ice 
cubes gently bobbing up and down. Quickly she stripped out of her sodden 
lingerie revealing her swollen breasts capped by deep ugly bruises where Val’s 
gloves had repeatedly struck at the centre of Anita’s breasts. Gingerly she got 
onto the table and lay down, slowly lowering her breasts into the water. Anita 
gasped at the shock and Helen said, ‘let us know if it get’s too much’, but 
Anita was already beginning to feel the benefit as the chilled water eased her 
breast pain. Anne and Helen started to massage Anita, Anne working from Anita’s 
feet and Helen starting from the shoulders. At first muscles were worked hard 
with knots of tension being released but then as the 2 sisters worked closer and 
closer towards each other their touch became more sensuous. Anne was working on 
Anita’s upper thighs, her oiled hands running up and down Anita’s legs from the 
backs of her knees to her lower buttocks and Anita was gently moaning with 
pleasure and parting her legs to allow greater access. Anne’s fingers were then 
able to gently tickle their way up the inside of Anita’s thighs, stopping just 
short of her sex and then sliding up to the tops of Anita’s thighs and then 
working down to the knees before once again coming teasingly close to reaching 
Anita’s sex. Meanwhile Helen was working on Anita’s lower back and buttocks and 
she too was working tantalisingly close to Anita’s sex, her hands in perfect 
timing with Anne’s coming ever so close at the same time as Anne’s did before 
she worked back up towards Anita’s lower back. After 10 minutes of this Anita 
was moaning with pleasure, arching her back trying to entice a hand, a finger, 
to caress and dip into her gaping sex, but Helen in a husky voice said, ‘OK time 
to turn over’. Reluctantly Anita did so and the iced water that her breasts had 
been dangling in was covered up. Despite the heavy bruising Anita’s nipples had 
reacted to the cold, reacted very strongly in fact, so that they were painfully 
erect with the areola deeply puckered and creased and goosebumbs covered the 
rest of Anita’s breasts. The massage continued but now with more therapeutic 
purpose and Anita realised that this change meant that it must be nearing the 
time for her to go out and face Val again and soon Helen was saying, ‘we need to 
get you dressed again, the next round is just 2 minutes away’.

In Val’s changing room it had been a much more painful 20 minutes as Carl and 
Dave tried their best to get Val into some sort of shape. She’s entered the 
changing room after losing 4 rounds in just a garter belt and bra and would now 
lose another item of clothing. They decided that it would have to be the garter 
belt, but this meant that any number rolled other than for a blow to the breasts 
could be targeted anywhere on Val’s body. The alternative would have been to 
leave the garter belt but the odds favoured such a huge number of ‘breast punch’ 
numbers that they realised Val would never survive these blows that would then 
be targeted at her belly. Her only chance was to hope for kind throws of the 
dice to keep Anita’s fists plunging into her breasts and hopefully give Val a 
chance at an early debilitating blow at Anita. Val’s other debate was about her 
bra. Dave and Carl favoured her changing to a larger size to stop Anita from 
being able to hit down crushing Val’s breasts against her ribs; in the end they 
won a reluctant Val over to this idea when they mentioned that Anita would have 
3 penalty blows at Val’s breasts at her first turn so, after measuring Val’s 
breasts which were now so grossly swollen that they were between a H and an I 
cup, a new ‘I’ cup bra was obtained. 

Then the buzzer sounded and the two fighters made their way into the ring. Anita 
almost eagerly bounded into the ring, her nipples still hard from the icing 
they’d received were bursting out through her bra, a bra that was a little 
small so this enhanced the effect of her erect nipples. Val made a slower 
entrance, still suffering from the blows to her belly and groin she walked with 
a slight stoop, her breasts swinging from side to side despite the new bra. 
Anita stepped into the restraints as the ref announced the new round

‘Anita will receive the first blow, At Val’s turn to receive she will receive 3 
penalty blows to the breasts as a penalty for the final count of the last round. 
As Val has lost 4 rounds, she will now have a 90 second count before being 
counted out, Anita’s count remains at 30 seconds. Remember though that no 
fighter can be counted out during the first 5 exchanges and that penalty blows 
to the breasts will be awarded for each 20 second delay. Begin’


At that, Anita glanced to the scoreboard to see a ‘7’ displayed for a blow to 
her left breast. Val stepped forward with a look of hate on her face as she 
faced Anita. Using every ounce of power that she had she drove her fist into 
Anita’s left breast. Anita screamed with pain, the worse she’d felt to this 
moment as her breast tissue was crushed and although she knew that some of the 
extra pain was due to the 20 minute break she could also feel the extra power 
generated by Val as she was desperate to try and turn the fight around. Anita 
lurched away cradling her breast and for a moment was tempted to go to Helen and 
Anne for some ice but she could see that Val was already in position so she 
stepped up to take her shots.

A glance at the screen showed an 8 for Val’s right breast so Anita decided to 
target the right breast with the first of her 3 penalty breast blows. Taking aim 
she drove her fist into the centre of Val’s large bra cup, flesh and bra 
billowed out around her fist and Val jerked in her bounds as pain bit hard. 
Anita calmly but quickly took aim again and sunk her fist into Val’s left breast 
causing Val to shout out as her swollen breast was driven in hard by Anita’s 
fist. Now Anita did pause for a few seconds, enjoying seeing Val squirm and 
sweat start to sheen on her body. She could now hit Val’s right breast 2 more 
times so she determined to generate as much power as she could. Taking deep 
breaths she took aim once more and again plunged her fist into the centre of 
Val’s bra cup. Anita wondered whether she could make Val’s breasts swell enough 
to allow her to knock them out of this new bra, anyway she was determined to try 
so as Val’s right breast swung and heaved from the last punch and Val’s cry of 
pain slowly died away, Anita waited for just a few moments before once more 
plunging her fist into Val’s swollen right breast. With this last punch Val’s 
cry became more desperate as the effects of three blows to her poor right breast 
made themselves felt and she stepped away from her bounds breathing deeply as 
she willed the pain to subside.


Anita had quickly stepped into place and gulped when she saw a ‘3’ for her lower 
belly. Val also reacted at this, a chance of a decent blow whilst she was still 
fresh in this round. Suddenly Val looked more menacing as she stood in front of 
Anita. Taking care to set herself perfectly she took aim as Anita tensed her 
muscles and then Val let fly at a spot just above Anita’s panties. ‘Thud’ the 
glove mad a loud dull sound as it hit and immediately Anita was gasping and 
doubled up with pain as Val’s glove drove into her womanly organs. Slowly from 
her doubled up position Anita’s legs gave way and she fell in an awkward heap, 
mouth gaping as she cried in silent agony.

Val was quick to step into her position as Anita lay slumped on the floor. As 
the clock counted Anita forced herself to make her way to the edge of the 
circle. Crawling painfully slowly she inched her way towards Anita and Helen. 10 
seconds, then 15 seconds and she was halfway there, and then a final effort and 
her hand was grasped by Helen who pulled her clear. But, 20 seconds had passed 
so she would face a penalty breast blow at the next exchange. Helen and Anne 
worked on Anita, breathlessly extolling her to fight the pain and finally they 
got her to her feet with 33 seconds on the clock. ‘It’s an 8’ said Helen, ‘just 
hit her and then wait for us’. So crouched over, her left fist held tight 
against her lower belly Anita made her way back to face Val and with 38 seconds 
on the clock she weakly batted at Val’s right breast before sinking to her 
haunches as Anne and Helen came in.


Anne and Helen worked on Anita until finally they had to strap her into 
position. Val was waiting and a little disappointed to see a 6 for Anita’s right 
breast. But first her penalty punch and she wasted little time in deciding to 
hit Anita’s right breast for this also. She looked at the straining red cups of 
Anita’s bra as they pushed away from Anita’s body and decided to strike up at 
the underside of Anita’s right breast. She took aim and fired, whipping Anita’s 
pert breast up her body dragging a huge cry from Anita, but Val failed in 
knocking the breast out of the cup although for a moment, pale skin was visible 
as the bra cup was dragged up Anita’s body, but breast and bra dropped back into 
position, a new red mark forming on the underside of Anita’s breast. Val took 
aim again but this time fired in straight at the nipple and was rewarded with a 
much more anguished cry as this already much punished part of Anita’s breast was 
driven hard into her ribs. Then the ropes released and Anita sagged down, glad 
to have just a few moments of respite.

Val quickly got into position, hoping to have an easy punch with Anita still 
recovering but then saw a ‘10’. Once this would have been bad enough as a blow 
to her suspender belt, but now this bit of clothing was gone so Anita could hit 
anywhere except the breasts. Anita was relieved and determined to make this 
count, so using up some time she prepared herself and took careful aim at Val’s 
dark tight curls and then let fly, arcing her fist and driving her body forward 
to transfer as much energy as she could through her glove and into Val’s sex. 
‘aiyeeeee’ A loud but short yell came from Val and she collapsed to the ground. 
In her head Anita replayed the moment when her glove struck Val’s sex, she could 
feel the sensitive flesh being compressed against Val’s pubic bone, she shock of 
hitting this had sent a shock wave through Anita’s fist and she’d felt the 
shudder in Val as her fist sank home. She’d then had to step aside as Val had 
collapsed at her feet before she’d then quickly stepped into position


Anita watched as Val struggled to try and overcome the pain in her sex. Slowly, 
oh so slowly, she was riding the waves of agony down into just bearable levels 
and after 30 seconds she was starting to make progress towards Carl and Dave. 
Each movement though threatened to ignite knew waves of sickening pain so as she 
slithered and dragged her boobs along the ring floor the clock kept on ticking 
and adding penalty blows for Anita to take with her next punch. It took nearly a 
minute of painful progress before Val got to Dave and Carl and they then did 
their best to get Val on her feet. Did they rush her back or take their time? It 
all depended on the dice. A quick glance told them it was a 7, Anita’s left 
breast so it wasn’t worth adding penalty blows, so after nearly 90 seconds Carl 
and Dave urged Val to try and strike Anita’s left breast. Val just made it, 3 
staggered steps in, her face ashen and breath rasping, she more or less slapped 
at Anita and just caught the outside of her bra before she slumped down. Anita 
stepped back and had a quick trip to Ann and Helen, knowing that Val would not 
hurry to strap herself in.

Anita now had 4 penalty breast shots to take and now, just in time, Val was 
strapped in ready to receive them. But where else would she be hit? Number 7, 
Val’s left breast. Anita strode up and decided to waste no time, she rove her 
fist into Val’s left breast then without pause she battered each breast in turn 
striking deep into the centre of each breast until she’d taken all 5 blows. This 
quick fire attack had Val sobbing as the pain had built with each blow, Val 
cradled her breasts and turned away as, for the first time tears of pain and 
perhaps futility ran down her face.


Anita had quickly stepped into place but then saw the screen. A 12 was glowing 
and now it was her turn to be afraid. Her cunt was the next target and when Val 
realised this, her sobs stopped and her resolve grew. This was the roll of the 
dice she’d needed so she used most of the remaining time to collect herself and 
set herself up for the coming blow. Using every hurt and humiliation she’d 
received as a spur she used every ounce of strength in her blow into Anita’s 
cunt. Anita just screwed up her face and waited until finally the blow struck. 
She heard the splat as Val’s glove struck her wet panties and the swollen lips 
beneath and then the pain followed, searing white hot daggers felt like they 
were stabbing into her sex and she collapsed with a shrill shriek of agony into 
the arms of Helen who quickly dragged her clear. Helen, Anne and Anita had 
decided that for any blow to the cunt they would take the three penalty blows to 
have more recovery time so within seconds Anne and Helen were working to ease 
Anita’s pain, but with Val already in position Anita was sure to face penalty 
blows when she finally recovered.

After over 40 seconds of work Anita was lifted to her feet, Val was strapped 
into position and the dice said 10, which with Val’s state of undress meant that 
Anita could now strike Val’s cunt. Seeing this, Helen and Anne risked an extra 
penalty punch to get Anita into better shape so that it was well after a minute 
before Anita made her painful way towards Val. This time she decided to strike 
at the huge bruise just above Val’s pubic hair, and strike she did, as hard as 
her current state allowed which was at about 60% strength. Still though her fist 
struck the sensitive area by Val’s ovaries, an area she’d struck before and 
which offered little in the way of protection so with an ‘urghhhhhh’, it was 
Val’s turn to slump to the floor.


This was now the start of the 6th exchange of punches and the fighters could now 
be counted out so Anita decided to take her time as she knew that she’d not 
hurt Val enough to finish her, and she herself would now face 6 penalty blows to 
the breast, 3 for the time delay and 3 because Helen had helped her out of the 
circle. After each of these Val would have 20 seconds to strike the next 
blow so Anita wouldn’t gain much by rushing now. Eventually though she had to 
step into position and then she looked at the dice monitor. A 6, and Anita 
breathed a big sigh. Her right breast, and with 6 penalty blows her breasts 
would be in agony but they wouldn’t stop her from taking her next punch at Val. 
Val had had nearly 20 seconds of recovery time before Anita put herself into 
position and now used up another 10 before she hauled herself to her feet and 
approached Anita. Anita steeled herself for the pain as Val drew her fist back 
and drove into her right breast. She shrieked as the blow struck, Val had not 
lost any power and her breast had exploded with pain, but now Val was setting up 
for Anita’s left breast and this time she had another go at popping Anita’s 
breast out of the Bra. Remembering her earlier success she struck straight 
rather than up, but straight into the bottom half of the breast which trapped 
the bra against Anita’s ribs but popped the breast up her body and pop it did! 
Anita’s left breast exploded out of the bra as if an explosive charge had 
detonated under it and then, despite the deep dark bruising that covered it, it 
bobbed perkily just a little below the still bra clad right breast. Val’s next 
blow popped the right breast out and Val still had 3 penalty blows remaining. 
Now Val tried the same blow that Anita had found so effective. Striking down at 
the top slope of Anita’s left breast she drove hard into the tender flesh. Anita 
cried out shrilly with the pain but Val sensed that maybe the angles weren’t 
quite the same, she was shorter than Anita, Anita’s breasts also sat higher and 
were smaller so the downwards force Val could generate was not in the same 
category as that generated by Anita. So Val lined up against Anita’s right 
breast and this time struck in straight aiming right at Anita’s pert nipple. 
‘Ooohh, arghhhhhh’ screamed Anita as her mammary was crushed and whilst Anita 
was still writhing Val struck Anita’s left breast dragging another tortured 
scream from Anita. Val now had just 1 more penalty blow left so she paused now 
and admired her handiwork Anita’s breasts were dark with bruising especially 
around the nipple and the flesh was taught as it contained the swelling glands 
within. Val lined up the last of her penalty blows and struck with all her might 
driving her right glove deep into Anita’s right breast and with satisfaction she 
saw tears of pain running down Anita’s face as she gave out a full bloodied 
scream with this last blow. Val quickly set herself for her final blow, again to 
Anita’s right breast. Anita’s eyes were closed as she absorbed the pain from the 
previous blow so Val struck hard and quick catching Anita by surprise and she 
convulsed in shock as the blow struck home, her head threw back and a hoarse 
scream was ripped from her.

The ropes released and Anita sunk to the floor cradling her breasts ans then 
slowly she forced herself to her feet and strode over to Helen and Anne for some 
ice as Val was getting into position. Anita groaned in agony as ice packs were 
held to both breasts, her eyes were still streaming tears of pain as Helen and 
Anne tried to ease her pain. ‘Look, you’ve got an 8 against Val, her right 
breast again, but after you’ve hit her get straight into the restraints, don’t 
give her any respite. You’ll have to go now the clocks on 15 seconds’. Anita 
strode up and it was her turn to try and knock Val’s breast out. She struck up 
and in from the outside of Val’s right bra cup but the new large bra held firm, 
well it held although firm wouldn’t describe it as for a moment the huge breast 
seemed to be free but the bra just retained enough flesh for it to slide back 
into place leaving the cup somewhat askew, but still holding Val’s large orb.

Anita didn’t particularly want to step quickly into the restraints but taking 
Helen’s advice she did so and then she looked to see her fate. An 11, a blow to 
her suspender belt. Anita took some deep breaths and tried to prepare. Val too 
took her time, knowing that this might be her chance, until finally she felt 
ready and she blasted her fist at Anita’s red suspender belt. Anita’s muscles 
strained to withstand Val’s fist but gave some ground and she gasped out much of 
her wind as Val’s fist struck home. Anita sagged to the ground, gasping with 
head bowed, propping herself up with one gloved fist as Val quickly stepped into 
position. 

Anita took deep breaths and slowly pushed herself up from the floor. 12 seconds 
had passed and she had a quick look to see her target. She had a 10, which for 
Val was bad news. Anita used a few more seconds up recovering and deciding where 
to strike. Val’s sex was now swollen from earlier blows and her labia had 
swollen so that it was protruding out of Val’s deep curls, gaping open 
invitingly, so invitingly that Anita decided that this had to be her next 
target, so she crashed her fist straight into it with a dull wet splat. The twin 
folds of Val’s labia were forced open and squashed flat against Val’s pubic 
bone, her clit was mashed back inside its hood and Val screamed in agony as her 
sex was crushed and she sank sobbing to the floor.

Carl rushed in and dragged a moaning Val out of the circle while Anita quickly 
stepped into position. Val now had 90 seconds to hit Val back or lose the round 
and Carl and Dave knew that, whatever slim chances Val had, they required her to 
win this round at all costs. So as the clock ticked they applied ice and 
exhorted Val to make the effort required to regain her feet. With extreme effort 
they had a still groaning Val on her feet at around 55 seconds and slowly she 
forced her self back towards Anita, her labia now gaping open and visibly 
swelling. Anita looked to see a 7 displayed, her left breast, and waited to see 
what power Val would be able to hit with. Val hit using the hurt and pain she 
felt as a spur but countered with her weakness as she tried to recover from the 
low blow, still she dragged a hurt gasp from Anita as she plunged her fist into 
the centre of Anita’s naked breast, before Val sank to the ground to wait for 
Carl and Dave to string her up.

Anita waited, a good dice now could win this round and it was a 9. Previously 
this was a punch above the suspenders but as Val had no suspenders Anita could 
hit anywhere, except where she’d just hit; in fact the ref was placing a disc 
over Val’s sex as Val was being drawn into position. The disc was just barely 
big enough to cover Val’s pubic hair leaving the dark bruising just above that 
marked the position of Val’s uterus still available however, Anita had 6 penalty 
breast blows to take first so just taking enough time to set herself for maximum 
impact she drove into Val’s left then right then left breast driving in turn 
into the centre of Val’s bra cup making Val shake and moan with increasing pain, 
Anita paused for a moment now before setting up another quick salvo of 3 punches 
starting with the right breast causing Val’s torment to increase so that she was 
uncontrollably quivering in her bounds after the last punch sank home. Now 
though Anita had her dice option, and rather than aim at the livid bruise that 
marked Val’s uterus she sighted a little of to one side of this, aiming to hit 
one of Val’s ovaries to the left and above her sex mound. She took aim and 
powered in her fist and felt her glove penetrate into Val’s body. Val, in turn 
felt a different and intense sick pain knife through her as Anita’s glove struck 
home and she collapsed in agony to the ring floor.

Maybe this is it thought Anita, as she watched Val writhe, but Dave quickly came 
in a hauled her out of the circle. Anita meanwhile had a number 6 to contend 
with, her right breast, so she watched with interest to see if Val would survive 
the blow to her ovaries. Already suffering from recent blows to her cunt Val was 
in a sorry state and it took some time to just get her sitting up. Then after 70 
seconds Val was hauled to her feet but still needed Carl and Dave to support 
her, her face was etched and grey with agony, sweat poured off her and the livid 
bruises on her mostly naked body told some of the story of the intense pain she 
was feeling. At 80 seconds she stumbled across the ring, still mostly doubled up 
and gasping in pain with each forced step that she took until she got into range 
and flung a fist into Anita’s naked right breast. Anita barely registered the 
blow which was more of a stinging flick but she had to step quickly aside as Val 
collapsed in a heap in front of her.

Anita stepped away and had a quick word with Anne and Helen whilst Carl and Dave 
used up time helping Val, but then she was restrained and Anita stepped up to 
take 7 penalty blows and then the dice said number 4, a belly blow but now 
anywhere except where her last punch to the left ovary had landed or breasts. 
Anita decided to drive straight into Val’s breasts as if she won this round 
they’d be naked for her very soon anyway, so this might be the last chance to 
drive into them from the nipple – the bra in this case holding them better than 
if ‘au naturel’. With the dice blow to follow Anita now took her time and 
decided to savour each blow. She aimed at Val’s right breast and took the time 
to watch the breast heave up and down as Val sucked in gulps of air before 
plunging her fist into the soft tender flesh. Val cried out, her breasts were 
now so tender that the slightest touch was agony and this blow tipped her over 
the edge and she screamed with pain, but now Anita eyed up Val’s left breast and 
again plunged her fist into the centre of the bulging bra cup driving tender 
breast flesh flat into Val’s ribs. Val was shaking in her bounds, the pain too 
much for her to withstand she writhed and wriggled as much as she could within 
the very tight restraints. Now Anita took her 3rd blow and sunk her fist deep 
into Val’s right breast again. Anita marvelled at how Val’s breasts had swollen, 
she knew hers had also, but Val’s had grown a number of cup sizes, she’d been a 
‘D’ but had started this round in an ‘I’ cup bra that had been ½ a size too big 
but now her breasts were starting to overflow even this huge bra. Now she paused 
as Val sobbed and writhed, the 4th penalty blow to Val’s left breast, seemingly 
the most tender from Val’s reactions, and Anita wanted to make it count so with 
all her might she powered in, once again to the centre of the cup and Val let 
loose an anguished scream before sagging limply in her bounds. Anita took a 
breather as Val hung, breasts heaving with each breath, breaths that cost Val 
pain in her breasts and belly with each heave of her lungs. Anita still had 
three penalty punches to come and she took the next two quickly, to the right 
and then left breast revelling in the depth that her fist could plunge into 
Val’s flesh. And now, with just one last breast punch to Val’s right breast 
Anita paused again, taking deep breaths she slowly drew her fist back before 
plunging it deep into Val’s right breast. Val screamed again, but with a voice 
that had now become so hoarse the scream was almost silent; her face though told 
the story, pinched, anguished and grey with agony. But, for Val, worse was to 
come. The ref had placed a red disc where Anita had driven into Val’s left Ovary 
so Anita decided to match up and drive into the right. Val, in fear of the pain 
to come had closed her eyes tight so didn’t see the punch power in, but she felt 
it and so did Anita, the thrill as her fist sank in and the power of her punch 
was transferred to Val, the thrill of hearing Val’s moan as the sickening pain 
to her ovary bit hard and the air was knocked out of her, and the almost certain 
knowledge that Val wouldn’t get up from that last blow.

Val crumpled to the floor and Anita wasn’t surprised that this time Dave and 
Carl left her whilst the clock counted her out of the round. Anita went through 
the formality of stepping into the bounds, she’d receive a blow to her left 
breast if Val recovered. But Val was barely moving, curled up into a tight ball 
she weakly writhed at Anita’s feet as the clock counted down. Finally at 90 
seconds Anita’s bounds released and she walked quickly over to Anne and Helen 
for a tender embrace. Dave and Carl had moved quickly in on Val and were trying 
to ease her pain as the ref announced ‘5th round to Anita, there will be a 30 
minute break before the next round, Anita will receive the first blow and Val 
will receive 4 penalty breast blows at her turn to receive a blow’. At this 
Anita left the ring with Anne and Helen, pausing just briefly to watch Val being 
carried out of the ring by Carl and Dave, Val’s arms draped over their shoulders 
her limp body hung between them with her feet trailing behind as they left the 
ring.

Seeing the state of Val’s body Anita wondered how she would survive the minimum 
5 exchanges of blows in the next round, she was also feeling slightly ashamed at 
the relish with which she was looking forward to plowing her fists into Val’s 
now more or less defeated body. Helen sensed these feelings in Anita and 
whispered ‘what would Val be doing to you if she could?, remember what she did 
to you, I’ve seen the transcripts so I know all about it’. With that they 
entered the changing room and Helen and Anne both gave Anita a gentle hug as 
they eased her down onto the massage table.

Part 6 to follow ASAP

Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ