Justice Battle: Anita v Val Part 6 By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts Anita was sore, very sore, despite winning every round so far. Her breasts were tender and swollen, covered with livid bruises and her sex and lower belly had also taken punishment as her gaping swollen labia testified. Much as Helen and Anne wanted to try to ease the pain and make Anita comfortable they had to prepare her for, hopefully, one final round. The one remaining danger was that Anita would face the first punch whilst Val would be at her freshest but if Anita got through the first couple of punches they had no worries about the outcome as Val would now be naked so Anita could now punch wherever she liked. In Val’s changing room there was a different mood. Val had been carried from the ring and Carl and Dave had been working on her injuries for the best part of 15 minutes but Val’s stomach and lower belly had been so hurt by Anita that despite their best efforts Val was in no condition to continue fighting.. But.. she had to, even though she could barely stand, even lying flat was supremely painful as her body wanted to curl up around her belly. Carl and Dave both knew that the first punch Val received from Anita would send Val crashing to the ground and they doubted that Val would have the strength to force herself back to her feet, she then faced the prospect of huge numbers of penalty blows to the breast. The ref must have been thinking along similar lines as he entered the changing room and asked ‘can your fighter stand?’ Carl answered, ‘well she’ll make the first punch but she wont stand after the first low blow’, the ref considered this and then signalled to a colleague, ‘get the harness’, then turning to Dave he explained ‘we’ll give Val a harness which will support her, at first release it will support 25% of her weight but the support will increase to 100% after 100 seconds, holding her upright but with some slack. She should try to take her own weight though, if she doesn’t by the end of her count I’ll award one extra penalty breast blow, but if you have to enter the circle then it will be 3 penalty blows as before unless Val is unconscious, sensors in the harness will indicate this. If Val fails to take her punch within 20 seconds of the end of her count then she will receive a penalty blow for this also’. The ref glanced at Val and added ‘good luck’. As well he might, Val’s hugely swollen breasts were covered in deep black and purple bruising, her belly had two centres of dark and deep bruising, first around her navel and then lower, just above her minge, further bruising was found to each side of this, and then there was her sex. Grossly swollen sex lips exposed her red glistening slit with an angry red clitoris poking out of its engorged hood. Too soon for Val the warning buzzer went for the start of the next round. Anita, Anne and Helen strode into the ring with Anita quickly stepping into her restraints. With her arms stretched up, her swollen breasts pushed out against their restraining bra with the cups, now at least one size too small, pushing out away from her body struggling to contain Anita’s breasts. Tight panties gleamed in the lights, highlighting the sensuous curves of Anita’s derriere and sex, swollen due to Val’s punches making an erotic sight with swollen labia outlined in tight lycra. Val now made a slow entrance, hunched over and partially supported by Carl and Dave she made her painful way into the ring. Still wearing her panties the ref approached and ripped the flimsy material away from her body to reveal her grossly swollen sex and deep dark bruising above her black curls. Then the ref was passed what looked like a tangle of ropes material and buckles but it quickly became evident that this was ‘the harness’ he’d discussed earlier with Carl and Dave. The ref explained how the harness would work as he untangled the mess and now he started to fit it to Val. It fit like a bra but with no cups, a broad strong belt passed under her breasts, a ridge in the material as if a thick underwire cupping her breasts and encircling them, joined to thick straps which came over her shoulders. Outlined in the material the obviously strong cord or thin rope that encircled Val’s breasts continued through the straps, over her shoulders and joined tightly at the back where a hoop of maybe 2 inches diameter was quickly attached to a rope dangling from the ceiling. Val suffered the indignity of this contraption being fitted whilst she was supported by Carl and Dave but once the support rope was pulled taught into the ceiling the ref gestured Carl and Dave to let go. Val instantly sagged, allowing the harness to take the strain, but immediately she cried out as the harness tightened against her breasts causing them to balloon out. With an effort she forced herself more upright to relieve the strain and found that she needed to be at least 80% upright to stop the harness constricting her breasts. The ref signalled to start and the clock started to count down and the number 8 lit up signalling a blow to Anita’s right breast. Val stepped forward, forcing her body to remain upright as each time she sagged her breasts were constricted painfully by the harness. With immense effort she forced herself more upright and set herself to punch Anita’s right breast. A dark circle of bruising could be seen surrounding the nipple through Anita’s semi transparent bra so Val took aim and blasted her fist into the centre of Anita’s bra cup. Val used all the venom she could muster fuelled by the humiliation and hopelessness of her position and her fist plunged deep into the bruised flesh of Anita’s breast. Anita shrieked as the pain exploded in her breast and reached an unexpected peak, she staggered back as the ropes released momentarily out of it as she tried to cope with the agony of Val’s blow. Her skin instantly started to sheen with sweat and she stood taking in deep breaths as she slowly got over the initial shock. Now it was her turn to hit Val, first she had 4 penalty blows to strike to Val’s pendulous breasts then she had a blow anywhere to Val’s body. There was no need for a roll of the dice as Val was now totally naked so the only criteria was that Anita couldn’t strike the same area of the body consecutively. Val was in no hurry to step into her marks, but 20 seconds soon passes so eventually she had no choice but to step into position. Her arms were slowly drawn up above her head and with each inch they extended Val’s face twisted in deeper and deeper pain as her abused body was stretched fully upright. Her deeply bruised breasts hung large and heavy on her body each displaying twin centres of severe bruising around the nipple and then the centre of the top flank of each breast. Anita took aim at Val’s left breast and struck, angling down into the top of the breast near the base. Anita felt her punch impact and she drove her glove hard, dragging Val’s breast down her torso as she did so, stretching the ligaments that held the breast onto Val’s chest wall then her glove drove deep, crushing the gland against Val’s ribs, squashing and compressing sensitive glands hard against the unyielding bone beneath. Val screamed and shook in her bounds and for a moment seemed about to faint as her eyes fluttered and rolled so Anita paused, lined up for her next blow, while Val twisted in torment testing the bounds to their limit until with 18 seconds on the clock Anita sank her fist into Val’s right breast in a repeat of her first blow. Again Val shrieked an unearthly yell as her breast was dragged down before bobbing and shaking back into position. After 2 blows Val’s body was suddenly slick with sweat and Val’s face was a picture of torment as Anita lined up again on Val’s left breast. This time she struck flush onto the deep bruising nearer to the centre of the top flank of Val’s breast and Val suddenly realised that the pain could increase as this already tenderised area was brutally crushed into her ribs. Anita paused and lined up for her last penalty blow to Val’s right breast and sunk her fist in one last time, Val’s shriek this time followed by anguished sobs. Now Anita had 20 seconds to strike anywhere on Val’s body and she regarded the splayed lips of Val’s labia with wicked intent before taking aim and driving her fist up in a decent uppercut that struck Val with a dull wet splat and Anita thrilled as Val’s body spasmed in agony at the blow. The ropes holding Val released and Val dropped but then the harness snapped taught and Val’s breasts suddenly swelled up as they were constricted around the base while the harness slowly allowed Val to sink to the floor. The harness had been programmed to take 25% of Val’s weight as the ropes released, and all of this weight was concentrated in the ropes that threaded their way through the harness and around the twin globes of Val’s breasts causing them to bulge obscenely out towards Anita as Val slowly dropped to the floor, sinking down to her haunches and then pitching forward, the harness preventing Val from falling onto her side she slumped forward, the taught rope bulging her breasts out as at the same time they were compressed into the ring floor bulging out to the side of Val’s body. Anita stepped into her position as Val weakly writhed on the floor trying to draw herself into a ball as the clock counted down. Anita wasn’t too concerned to see the number 7 displayed, she reckoned she could take any blow now from Val, her one fear had been for the first round but now this had passed she looked forward to her next opportunity to hit Val with no worries at all about her own possible hurt. She looked down at Val and discounted any further threat. Anita then noticed that her punch to Val’s labia was been replayed on the big screens, an incredibly tight close up showed Val’s swollen lips from a slightly high angle looking down and then in slow motion Anita’s glove began to impact, forcing the labia apart as it started to drive in further exposing the bright red nub of Val’s clit which was terribly vulnerable as it was at first driven upwards before being enveloped by Anita’s invading glove and mashed against Val’s pubic bone. Now, the clock showed 30 seconds and Val’s harness was gradually increasing it’s upwards pull against Val’s inclination to remain curled up in a ball and the cords were remorselessly tightening against Val’s breasts. Slumped forward on her knees and haunches her head and breasts resting on the ring floor Val reacted to the painful pull on her breasts by pushing herself a few inches of the floor but an invidious property of the harness now became apparent as the slack Val had given herself was instantly lost as the harness drew upwards a few inches but now she had to support herself or take all of her weight through the harness as although the harness was only trying to pull Val up at around 40% of her body weight it would not give out any slack, so if she hung in the harness her breast were being constricted by the pull of the harness and her body weight. This was suddenly apparent as after her mighty effort to push herself up a few inches Val had just managed to lift her breasts away from the ring floor and then she’d relaxed and the harness had instantly snapped taught around her breasts forcing them to balloon out like two over inflated rugby balls, taught glistening skin capped by bulging nipples held just centimetres away from the ring floor. Val groaned in torment as the harness gradually ratcheted up its tension, tightening and tightening against Val’s breasts so that she was forced once again to push her self further up. For a moment she relieved the tension and now she was on all fours resting on knees and arms as the harness almost instantly took up the slack, the rope thrumming with tension as it once again snapped tight around Val’s breasts now pulling with a tension of over half Val’s body weight the livid bruises around Val’s nipple glistened and darkened even more as the breasts were ever more constricted. The pain forced Val to try to push herself upright so she pushed and rocked herself backwards and then from her knees she made an immense effort to stand up but she could no longer use her arms to push against the floor so with her feet scrabbling against the ring floor she stumbled and for a moment was virtually suspended by her breasts as her feet slipped from underneath her before finally she ended up half crouched but at least with feet beneath her. The clock now was reading 70 seconds and Val realised that in another 10 she would earn herself another penalty breast blow so with much of her weight still being taken by her breasts she looked to see where she would be hitting Anita.. A, 7 and Val’s spirits sunk, no chance there to relieve herself from Anita’s fist. If it had been a 12 Val would have taken as much time as she could to deliver a hopefully debilitating blow but a 7 just meant a blow to Anita’s left breast. Val using the harness for support did her best to drive as hard a punch into Anita’s breast as she could but her weak punch was like a pat compared with earlier in the fight and Anita barely grimaced; in fact it cost Val more pain than Anita as in throwing the punch she overbalanced so that her breasts were once again taking her weight as the harness snapped tight around them preventing her from falling to the ground. Carl and Dave helped Val into her restraints and the ref put a circular 10cm disc over Val’s swollen cunt as a reminder to Anita that she should punch elsewhere with this punch. First though there was the mater of 3 penalty breast blows to take. She studied Val as she hung, terribly vulnerable, in front of her. Her massively swollen breasts hung low on her chest, thick distended nipples projected out almost 2 cm’s and each breast was coloured and patterned by severe bruising around each nipple and on the top centre of each flank. As the clock counted down for her first strike Anita aimed at Val’s left breast and struck hard driving her fist down into Val’s breast at a point in between the two main areas of bruising, in between the centre of the top flank and Val’s nipple. Anita felt her glove sink in as it struck the sweat slicked flesh and she lent down into the blow adding all her body weight behind the glove as it penetrated and struck downwards stretching the breast down Val’s body forcing the tip and nipple to bulge obscenely as Anita’s glove finally came to rest against Val’s ribs. Val gagged in mid scream as Anita’s blow hit through her breast and knocked the air out of Val’s lungs leaving her gasping for breath as she fought against the waves of pain that assailed her. Anita didn’t allow Val time to compose herself as she quickly drove her next punch into Val’s right breast, a little above the main mass of bruising this time but still angling down driving the top of Val’s breast flat against her ribs, her glove hit with a solid thwunk and as the flesh was driven in the bulbous tip of Val’s breast was dragged up as the flesh above was compressed before dropping heavily back down with a wet splat that overlaid Val’s cries of agony. Val squirmed and shook in her bounds in the aftermath of the last blow, and then as her head lolled down Anita struck again at Val’s left breast, this time into the middle of the dark contused mass at the centre of the breasts top flank. Again, she struck down leaning in to drive her fist as hard and powerfully as she could into and also to drag the orb down Val’s chest. Val, taken by surprise, threw her head back with her mouth wide open in a silent scream, her face draining of all colour as this blow, striking such an already tenderised area, struck home. But just as Val’s face paled her left breast visibly swelled and darkened so that it was now hanging a good few cm’s lower than the right. Val struggled for breath, each heave of her lungs was agony as tortured weakened chest muscles worked to draw in much needed air. Anita now could strike her ‘dice blow’, but with no dice needed this meant anywhere except where her previous dice blow had landed. So with Val’s cunt ‘out of bounds’ for this blow Anita took aim for Val’s left Ovary. As her glove struck into Val’s delicate organs Anita delighted in the feel of her glove sinking into Val’s soft flesh. ‘Urghhhhhhhh’ went Val with a deep throaty scream as the sickening pain from her ovary washed over her and she dropped to the floor as the ropes finally released her from the torture of this round of blows. Having faced two low blows within just a few minutes Val had no option but to suffer and ride the waves of pain from her sex organs and breasts as the harness slowly constricted against them. Sweat dripped from her as she groaned and weakly writhed, her head hanging down as she gulped in air between her pained gasps. This time she lay on the floor for over a minute as the harness slowly tightened its grip until eventually the pull was enough to start easing her upper body up away from the floor. At this point Val had to try and take some weight of her poor breasts so resting as much weight on her fists as she could she allowed the ropes to tighten more until after 90 seconds so much of her weight was being supported that she was able to, in fact was compelled to, force herself onto her feet. Head hanging down and breasts jutting obscenely away from her body she hung for a few moments in the harness before she managed to take some of her weight on her feet Anita had watched Val struggle without bothering to check what target Val would have to aim at, but now with Val on her feet Anita glanced at the scoreboard to see the number 10, which meant a blow to her suspender belt. Val also had spotted this and gave herself an ironic cheer – too little, too late she felt, however, she tried to compose and gather herself as best she could and with the clock already past 100 seconds she took some more time to make the most of this blow.. She did her best and succeeded in knocking some of the wind out of Anita but she knew that Anita was not really troubled by the blow and Val sagged in her harness as Anita stepped away from her bounds, barely even breathing hard. Now Val was once again strapped in her bounds looking in a sorry state. Her wide spread legs revealed her swollen and bruised sex, labia swollen to such an extent that they extended well beyond her pubic hair, the swollen and gaping open slit was in turn surrounded by dark and angry bruised flesh. Val’s lower belly was just a mass of dark contusions which continued up to her navel and then we come to her breasts, 2 huge masses of abused flesh, swollen beyond belief, especially the left, and too painful for Val to contemplate touching, and yet, now Anita would have 5 punches into them. Anita was not naturally callous but she made a conscious decision to make each punch against Val as hurtful and vicious as she could as she wanted her dispute with Val, a person she regarded as being quite deranged and dangerous, to be over completely with this battle. She looked at Val’s breasts and made the obvious choice to target the left breast aiming to angle her punch down into the most severe area of bruising on the top flank of the breast. She set herself and then drove her fist in as hard as she could, the impact sounded like a dull wet splat and the glove drove deep into Val’s tortured breast, squeezing the flesh out around the glove and driving and stretching the orb down Val’s body whilst at the same time pinching it against Val’s ribs. Val screamed in utter disbelief at the agony this last blow caused and for a moment her eyes rolled in their sockets and Anita thought she was about to faint so she paused to see what would happen, her fist poised to strike at the same spot on Val’s right breast. Val continued to moan and groan in agony but the threat of her passing out seemed to have receded so now Anita plunged her fist into Val’s right breast re-igniting the scream as this breast was now lanced by Anita’s glove. Anita only paused this time long enough to set herself again for the left breast and she now speared into Val’s left breast for her 3rd penalty blow. Again Val screamed at the shocking pain and seemed once more at the point of passing out, Anita taking note that her assessment of the damage to Val’s left breast seemed to be borne out by her reaction to the blows. Anita waited again until the threat of Val passing out had passed and now drove her fist into Val’s right breast for her 4th penalty blow. Val’s groans, screams and sobs were now continuous as she writhed in her bounds, tears streaming down her face joining the sweat that was dripping of and running down her body. Anita decided that this time, for her last blow she would drive her fist in a little straighter so aimed just a little below the area she’d hit earlier although still in the dark mass of bruising and just about in the centre of Val’s left breast which as this was hanging low on Val’s body this meant hitting some way above the nipple. Remembering all that Anne and Helen had taught her Anita drove in her hardest punch of this round, dissecting Val’s breast neatly so that as the glove sank in two globes of flesh billowed out above and below Anita’s glove as flesh was forced aside allowing Anita’s glove to plunge deep into Val’s mammary. Val’s nipple and areola were forced up as the skin was stretched above and bulged out alarmingly as the flesh was squeezed down towards the tip making Val’s nipple seem as if it would explode out of her breast. Val’s scream was the most intense yet driven by a pain which she’d thought could not exist and as she screamed Anita noticed that Val’s left breast was again swelling visibly, just as in the previous round, the nipple and areola was engorging even as Anita watched and the surrounding skin was darkening even more as Val’s screams weakened and faltered as she teetered on the edge of fainting. Then, from Val’s distended nipple, a drop of clear fluid slowly formed as the nipple continued to engorge and darken the droplet grew slowly and then dripped away only to be followed by another, and another, in a slow steady drip. Anita watched with terrible fascination as the wounded, swelling breast leaked fluid but the realised that she only had 10 seconds left to take her ‘dice blow’. A disc covered the area around Val’s left Ovary so Anita targeted the right Ovary, a few inches above to the right of her mound and with just a few seconds left she drove a wicked punch deep into this most sensitive area. Val, oommpfeddd any air she had in her lungs out and convulsed as she tried to fold forward but was prevented by the ropes. Then the ropes released and with no strength at all to hold her self upright she dropped about 2 feet before the harness snapped taught around her breasts and slowed her fall towards the ring floor. The harness may have slowed Val’s fall as it took 25% of her weight, but the sudden jerk of her falling body snapped the harness taught around her breasts and this pain caused Val to faint almost instantly as both breasts ballooned out against the pressure; but the effect on her awfully injured left breast was dreadful as the engorged nipple swelled even further and a jet of fluid arced away from the nipple spraying across Anita as Val descended to the floor where mercifully some of the pressure was removed from her breasts and the flow of fluid reduced back to a quick steady drip. As Val was unconscious Carl and Dave were allowed to drag her out of the circle as the clock continued it’s steady count, 10, 15 and then 20 seconds as Carl took the tension of the harness Dave applied ice all around Val’s breasts in a vain attempt to ease the pain and swelling. At a count of 40 seconds Val was just becoming groggily aware of her surroundings, looking with sick fascination at her grossly swollen, dripping left breast. Val was virtually spent, Dave had hauled her to her feet after working on her for another 30 seconds but she had virtually no strength at all in her legs and without Dave’s support she would have collapsed. Dave was urgently talking to her ‘look you’re going to have to try and make it to Anita or you’ll rack up penalty breast blows but you must also try and take as much weight as you can otherwise your breasts are going to suffer if the harness digs in’. Val nodded in a haze of pain, the realization of more breast blows made her nod her head in agreement even though she just wanted to pass out. With 80 seconds already on the clock Carl slowly let go of the harness which was now tensioned to virtually support Val completely, Dave slowly withdrew his support and Val sagged into the harness which tightened around her breasts with virtually all of her weight pulling the ropes taught. Her breasts swelled up as they were constricted at the base and the slow trickle of fluid from Val’s left breast suddenly increased in flow as the pressure was applied. For a moment it looked like Val would pass out with pain but she just managed to avoid this and she started to stagger her way across the ring, each stumble and sag marked by fresh flows of fluid from her left nipple as her breasts were in turn constricted and then released by the harness. Finally coming into range of Anita with the clock on 95 seconds Val just had time for a quick glance at the scoreboard to see a figure 8 for Anita’s right breast. With barely any strength at all Val flicked her nearest fist, the left, into Anita’s right breast, really nothing more than a stinging flick that caused far more pain to Val as, stumbling, the harness snapped taught around her breasts and a quick spurt of fluid tinged with red erupted from Val’s compressed breast Anita stepped away, careful not to slip on the wet slick ring as Carl and Dave quickly rushed in to tend to Val who was now being strapped in ready to receive what would almost certainly be her penultimate series of blows. Before Anita could step forward the ref announced ‘Due to the severe injury to Val’s left breast Penalty breast blows against Val will now be to the right breast only. If this breast suffers a similar injury then future blows will be to alternate breasts. Anita, you have four penalty breast blows whenever you’re ready’. With that the ref stepped away and the clock started to count down. Val was strung up waiting, her left breast still slowly dripping fluid, but now very clearly mixed with blood and swollen so much that it hung well below the right, the flesh hanging low on her chest. Anita sized up her target, her first blow she determined would be to hit down onto the top flank as she had done so many times before. Having drawn blood once she wanted to do so again so her first blow hit with venom and Val screamed and shuddered as her right breast absorbed the blow. Pausing just long enough to set herself up again Anita repeated the blow, leaning in on her fist as it again sank deep into Val’s right breast. ‘arghhhhhhhhh’ Val screamed and sobbed with renewed vigour as Anita’s glove tore into the soft delicate gland. Her 3rd punch was straighter and a little lower on the breast, trying to repeat the blow that she’d injured Val’s left breast with earlier. Val’s scream increased in intensity but Anita sensed that this punch hadn’t been quite so effective so for her last punch she returned to her original target hitting down on to the top flank. This time Val’s scream was certainly more anguished but cut off as she fainted and her head fell forward. For a few seconds there was silence until Val regained consciousness and her groans and sobs returned. The bruising to her right breast had increased in intensity and the swelling was increasing as Val shook in torment but now Anita had her ‘dice punch’ and new exactly where she was going to sink her fist home. ‘This’ she announced to Val holding up her right fist, ‘is now going to destroy your uterus’ and with no further delay she drove her fist hard and low into the area of Val’s uterus, just above the dark curls of her minge. Anita’s glove sank deep into this already deeply bruised and abused area and Val barely had time to scream before she’d fainted again from the extreme pain. Carl and Dave dragged her clear of the circle and tried to revive her, it took nearly a minute but slowly Val came around shaking and sobbing in reaction to Anita’s last punch which had struck deep into her womanly vitals she was barely able to draw breath as her lungs fought to suck air in, each movement of her ribs sent agonising pain through her and so her breathing was slow and laboured despite her bodies need for great gulping draughts. As before Carl held onto the harness to prevent this from constricting Val’s breasts while Dave did his best to get Val up for the final round but Val was spent, her breathing coming in short rasping pants and despite their best efforts Val lay unmoving on the ring floor. 100 seconds came and went and Dave spoke urgently to Val, desperate to get her in the ring before she incurred many more penalty blows but he couldn’t get her to her feet, her limp wet slicked body defied all of his efforts even though Val was trying to help, her weakly scrabbling legs were like wet pasta so that in the end Dave had to ask Carl to slowly release the harness and using this painful method they got Val to her feet. On her feet but unconscious hanging in the harness, her breasts bulging as they took all of her weight so that it took another 20 seconds to bring her back to full painful awareness. Val tried to walk and made very slow and painful progress across the ring until after 150 seconds she was in range of Anita with supposedly the option of striking Anita’s right breast. But in a haze of pain Val hung not able to muster the strength for even a token punch so as the clock counted down the 20 seconds available for her punch Val was just able to dimly see through her tears the form of Anita stretched out in front of her whilst the steady drip of bloody fluid fell from her left breast and pooled on the ring floor beneath her. ‘Val failed to take her punch at Anita so with the time penalties added this means that she will face 7 penalty breast punches to the breast, the right breast only unless this suffers a similar injury as the left’. At this announcement from the ref Carl and Dave grimly came into the ring and secured Val into position, the harness was now removed as in theory Val could now be counted out after this round of blows and Anita stepped up prepared to overthrow her normal sensitivities to fully destroy Val and end, once and for all, the persecution from Val that had assailed her for the last few years. So the moment that the ref signalled continue she struck her fist into Val’s right breast, her vicious intent to make it swell to match the left, her glove struck hard and deep into the top flank of Val’s breast and the orb was dragged down Val’s body Anita fist grinding the flesh into Val’s ribs as it forced it’s way down her body. A keening wail was dragged from Val, despite her barely having any air in her lungs and then Anita struck again and Val slumped unconscious in the ropes. Instantly the ref’s support team were at her side bringing her back to consciousness and after 10 or so seconds the ref waved Anita on again. Val was awake, just, as Anita’s third blow struck and this time she remained conscious sobbing uncontrollably in anguish but Anita was quick to strike her 4th blow and now she changed angles driving up slightly but still into the top flank but much nearer the nipple this time Anita reckoned she could still crush this portion of breast against Val’s ribs as it now hung so low. Anita was right and Val felt new pain from this angle, and now her right breast distended just as the left had done earlier and her nipple became more and more turgid as it swelled and darkened. ‘noooooo’ weakly wailed Val horrified at what might be happening inside her sensitive mammaries as Anita lined up her 5th blow. Striking just a little higher this time, at the midpoint on the top flank Anita dissected Val’s breast, a fine jet of bloody fluid erupted from Val’s nipple as Anita’s glove thumped home and Val passed out as now both of her breasts leaked blood, almost a steady flow from the right and a slow drip from the left. This time the attendants took quite a few minutes to bring Val around during which time the ring floor became slick with blood and when finally they stepped back Val was conscious, and very afraid because Anita still had 2 breast punches left. Before Anita could step in though, the ref intervened. ‘Anita must now strike alternate breasts however she must strike here’ and the ref indicated the area high on Val’s breasts above the worst of the very deep bruising, where breast left chest wall. Anita was happy with this, and lined up against Val’s left breast and sent her punch in angling down into the top part of Val’s breast. With less flesh between glove and chest wall Anita’s fist thudded home and Val quivered and past out again as the shockwave travelled through her breast and her nipple and areola swelled and once more squirting out a fine jet of blood which continued after Anita’s glove retracted before slowly dying away to a fast drip. Again it took some minutes to bring Val around but eventually she was awake and Anita fired her last breast punch into the top of Val’s right breast. Another spray of blood and Anita looked like she’d been mortally wounded as well as Val, both fighters being drenched and streaked with blood. Val was now slumped once more, grey faced and totally shattered the team worked on her patiently, she only need be conscious for a short while and finally she was awake and aware as Anita prepared for her final punch.. ‘No guesses where this is going’ she announced to Val who was only dimly aware of what was going on until Anita planted her feet firmly and drove her fist up hard into the gaping swollen lips of Val’s labia, the dull wet splat as her fist flayed Val’s sex was the final sound of the contest along with Val’s brief expulsion of air and weak groan of anguish before she slumped unconscious in the ropes. Anita suddenly felt shattered and Anne and Helen rushed to support her as she suddenly burst into tears. Anita was staring with horror at an unconscious Val who was now slumped forward, hanging in her restraints with blood dripping from each turgid nipple. Both Anne and Helen rightly guessed that Anita was now ashamed and horrified at what her fists had done to Val, Anne for once being the sister that spoke first, ‘you know Anita, Val never once tried to back down or say that she admitted guilt over what she’d done to you and if she’d been given the chance it would be you hanging unconscious not her’. ‘I know’, came the sobbed reply from Anita, ‘but part of me enjoyed hitting her, all the hate and anger from the torment she’s caused me over the years just came out and it felt so good’, ‘well, that’s natural, and it’s also natural to feel the way you’re feeling when you see what your own fists have done, but remember, through all the years when she’s been tormenting you Val has had the chance to draw back and stop, to behave rationally, but she didn’t and now she’s paid the price’. At that moment Val was beginning to come around and her pain wracked cries started to echo once again around the auditorium just as the ref stepped forward to make an announcement. ‘Val has been found guilty by judgement battle, she should accept this verdict and stop her petty persecution of Anita, if she doesn’t the consequences will be severe. Doctors, you can now administer treatment to Anita and Val’. At once a Doctor approached both Val and Anita and injected them with nano- biots, incredibly tiny robots which would travel through the body repairing all forms of damage. They had the capability to multiply as necessary but even so the Doctor warned Anita that she would be sore for at least a week and that a full recovery would take around 2 weeks, glancing at Val though he said, ‘she’ll be out of it for up to a month and maybe 2 months before she recovers properly, however the biots will eventually find and repair all the damage. I should tell you that in a few hours time the biots will start to seriously work and you’ll become so tired and weak that you’ll have to lie down; this phase will last up to 48 hours and then you’ll start to feel much better although you’ll feel very tired until the biots have finished. You’ll need to be somewhere where you can be looked after before the next 2 hours are up; do you have anywhere to go? Or do you need me to sign you into recovery? Anne and Helen answered in unison, ‘she’s with us’. And with that they led Anita away. Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com