Justice Battle: Anita v Val Part 1
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


This is a fantasy, these are not real people. It is fun though!

2 well to do women in their mid 30's have brought a dispute before the judge.

Anita is fairly slim, around 5' 8'' very pale skinned and with brown straight
hair cut just above the shoulder. 2 B cup breasts sit high and proud on her
chest and indentations in her expensive blouse indicate that even in her 30's
her nipples are still up tilted.

Val is a little shorter at around 5' 5'' and has some latin blood running
through her with a slightly dark complexion and rich black curly hair. She is
more heavily built than Anita, once a club swimmer she has broad powerful
looking shoulders which support large generous breasts but she also seems to
be carrying some excess weight.

Anita listened to her own evidence being presented to the judge with severe
misgivings. The proceedings had only being going on for 30 minutes yet Anita
had gone through a whole Gamut of emotions, initially she'd been ecstatic as
Val's evidence had been torn to shreds and the judge had summarily dismissed
her presentation as being a complete waste of time. Anita had then been so
sure of her own position that she had had to physically bite her lips to
prevent herself from smirking at Vals discomfort. She had begun to dream of
Val being destroyed in the ring by some brute of a fighter appointed by the
state, but now her own evidence was being shredded, literally, the judge was
feeding it into a machine on his desk and his whole demeanour spoke of extreme
anger.

‘What utter rubbish' he exclaimed ‘this shouldn't have been a matter for a
court, you've both wasted my time with this ridiculous feud but by God we'll
have a decision and the loser will pay dearly for this farce. I see that
neither of you have any Boxing record so in that respect you're evenly matched
but a patty cake slapping match between 2 tyros like you is hardly going to be
a edifying experience so we will let fate, a dice and your fortitude fuelled
by a yourridiculous self righteousness determine the winner. You will trade
blows to the torso until one of you is completely defeated, at the start of
the contest you will each wear the following:

Stockings

Broad waisted suspender belt

Panties

Bra

The target for each blow will be decided by the throw of 2 dice, the 11
possible outcomes will determine the target area in this way:

12 means a blow to the panties 2 or 3 means a blow between panties and
suspender belt 10 or 11 means a blow to the suspender belt 4 or 9 means a blow
to the belly above the suspender belt 5 or 7 means a blow to the left breast 6
or 8 means a blow to the right breast

Each round lost will result in the loss of an article of clothing – chose well
which article you remove as once removed the target area expands, for example
remove you suspender belt and the whole belly between panties and bra is a
target for a thrown 2, 3, 4, 9, 10 or 11 By the time you are naked you can be
punched anywhere so long as no two consecutive punches are targeted to the
exact same spot. With 5 articles of clothing to discard the winner will have
to win 6 rounds, a round will be deemed to have been won if the return punch
has not taken place within the allotted time, as follows:

1st round 30 seconds

2nd round 40 seconds

3rd round 50 seconds

4th round 60 seconds

5th round 90 seconds

6th round 2 minutes

A prompt return of punch is to be encouraged by the award to your opponent of
a penalty blow to the breast for each 20 second delay, these penalty blows
will be taken with a fighters next turn immediately before their set target.
After a penalty blow a fighter will have 20 seconds to take their next blow.

There will be a break between rounds of:

1st round loss 5 minutes

2nd round loss 5 minutes

3rd round loss 10 minutes

4th round loss 20 minutes

5th round loss 30 minutes

Finally, I have to tell you that no round can be lost before 5 turns have been
taken. I will not have these court proceedings made a mockery of by you 2
caving in after one or 2 punches.

Fighters, seconds have been appointed and they will take you now to the
changing area where you will have 10 minutes to prepare'.

With that the Judge slammed his gavel down and left the court before anyone
could respond. Anita was stunned, looking across at a shell shocked Val she
tried to asses her chances. She was a little taller than Val at around 5' 8''
against 5' 5'' but she knew that in her younger days Val had been a fairly
competitive club swimmer and she regarded Val's broad shoulders with some
disquiet. She herself was fairly slender and although she did work out at a
gym it was more casual aerobics than serious work, although she always fitted
in a large number of sit ups; and maybe this gave her some advantage as
looking at Val it didn't seem that she worked out so much these days, she was
wearing a loose fitting blouse and it seemed she was trying to hide a small
paunch, she was also failing to hide at all a quite impressive bosom which
gave Anita some added hope, maybe her more apple sized boobs would suit this
contest better than Val's melons. But then she looked at Val's shoulders and
powerful swimmers arms and with a shiver she suddenly realised that she'd be
receiving punches from those powerful looking shoulders soon enough.

Suddenly Anita felt weak and sick with tension as 2 fit young ladies
approached, wearing almost identical athletic outfits, tight blue running
shorts and cropped white lycra athletic vests. Anita stared at the fit hard
bodies that were approaching her, ‘come on stop gawping, we've only got a few
minutes to get you ready'. As they led Anita away one of them announced ‘I'm
Anne and this is Helen, don't try to tell us apart, we're sisters but I do
most of the talking, while Helen is the dab hand at putting people back
together again'. This remark did little to still Anita's nerves as they
entered the changing room. ‘Right Anita, get out of those clothes and take a
quick trip to the bathroom, come on! Quick! Get a move on'. In a daze Anita
slipped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling in haste as both
Anne and Helen waited impatiently. Anita reluctantly took of her bra to reveal
her pert pale breasts and dark puffy areolas which protruded out from her
breasts capped by small but pointy nipples. In the cold air of the changing
room Anita's areola quickly puckered up with goosebumbs and her nipples shot
out causing Anne to remark ‘wow, I bet you've driven a few men mad on cold
days with those', ‘Not just men' Anita answered ‘definitely not just men' she
continued as she drew her arms back and slowly swivelled between the 2 young
women and for a moment the authority of Anne and Helen evaporated in front of
Anita as both of their faces flushed and Helen's tongue darted out to quickly
wet her lips. Sexual tension filled the air and the darted glances between all
3 women spoke volumes until with a slightly husky voice Anne brought them all
back down to reality ‘come on, we need to move. ‘Helen measure Anita we need
to sort her clothes out, and you Anita, as soon as Helen finishes go to the
loo and get back out here quickly, we've barely 7 minutes left'.

Quickly everybody swung into action and soon Anita stood ready as Helen handed
out the lingerie for Anita to put on. Plunging pale red panties came to about
an inch above her bush, tightly cupping the bulge of Anita's mound and showing
a faint dark V of Anita's curls through the slightly sheer material. Next a
matching under-wired bra, the bottom and side 2/3rds of the same material as
the panties whilst the top and inner material was very sheer to emphasize the
cleavage generated by bra. Anita's nipples on the peak of her puffy breasts
pointed up, tenting out the material just below the dividing line between the
two materials. Then Anita fitted the matching garter belt high on her waist,
the broad material covered her navel and with a shallow inverted V that
equally opposed the V of her panties a diamond shaped area of skin was exposed
between panties and garter belt. Helen quickly helped Anita put on her
matching pale red stockings before Anne taped up Anita hands and laced on a
pair of 10oz boxing gloves. ‘Anita, get up quick and come here, there's just 2
minutes left and I want to see you punch this bag'. Anita threw a weak punch
that landed with her elbow bent. ‘No no no, not like that, extend the arm and
use your shoulders like this'. Anne quickly demonstrated with a fierce wicked
punch that sent the bad reeling, and then holding Anita from behind she went
through the move again before stepping back to allow Anita another go. 2, 3 4
times Anita sent punches in and Anne tried to improve her technique and even
with just the very short time they'd had Anita's last punches had more venom
than her first weak attempt. Helen said quietly ‘We both want you' and paused
before Anne continued ‘we both want you to win, so hurt Val as hard as you
can, make each punch count and remember to keep those stomach muscles as firm
as possible when its Vals turn to punch'. With that the 30 second bell went
and Anne and Helen led Anita out towards the ring.

Val had had similar treatment. Her seconds were Carl and Dave and initially
they'd seemed almost as grumpy as the judge as both had only just finished
being seconds to an incredibly long fight and they'd looked forward to having
a break for the day. But, they quickly warmed to Val and began to agree that
maybe the Judge (who knew they had a proclivity to large breasted women) had
done them a favour after all. Quickly they led the shell shocked Val away into
the changing rooms and went through much the same procedure as had Anne and
Helen with Anita. When Val stripped of she revealed very obvious signs of much
sunbathing, her breasts and a deep V around her dark bush were much paler than
the rest of her dark skin, this made her breasts appear bigger as they stood
out against the darker skin of her torso. Her large breasts couldn't defy
gravity so when Val took of her firm bra they tumbled out and sank down her
body. Firm yes, large yes and with almost black, stiff puckered nipples at the
end of her huge pears she looked gorgeous. Carl and Dave were impressed with
Val's upper body strength they could see muscles flexing as she moved her arms
around and her back and shoulders looked very strong, on the down side Val had
a bit of a paunch which the lingerie she was now putting on emphasized,
especially the gap between panties and suspender belt – this area gave Carl
and Dave cause for concern as there didn't seem to be any muscle tone at all.
On the other hand, with her arm strength she might just be able to blow Anita
away without suffering much in the way of return punches. Val's lingerie was
identical to Anita's but pale green instead of red. The bra lifted and pushed
out her breasts and with the top portion transparent they really looked good
with the paler skin showing through the bra and two nubs of her nipples very
apparent as her breast swayed and shifted with Val's movement about the room.
Lower down Val had a thick black bush that was just contained within her brief
panties, the thick bush emphasized the bulge of her sex as it was outlined in
the tight material and then the garter belt and Val's lower belly left her
slight weight excess plainly visible as her belly bulged in a gentle curve
almost highlighted by the garter belt and panties, a target definitely, but
how vulnerable we'd know very soon as with barely any time for advice Carl and
Dave had to lead Val out into the arena with the 30 second warning buzzer
ringing load in their ears.

Anita and Val were led into the arena to a muted ripple from the audience. In
place of the normal boxing ring a large circular area was set up for the
fighters with 2 pairs of ropes hanging from the ceiling and on the ring floor
two pairs of clamps for the fighter's feet set around 3 feet apart. The area
in the centre of the ring was surrounded by a circle perhaps 12 feet or so in
diameter. The Ref waited until both fighters and seconds had entered the ring
and gestured them both to opposite sides where each set of seconds had
rudimentary materials to keep the fighters going.

‘You know the rules in general' the ref announced ‘but I'll clarify for you
how this is going to work. The clamps in the ring floor work automatically, so
just stand in the right place and your feet will slip into and be held by the
clamps, your seconds will attach the ceiling straps to your arms. The fighter
receiving a blow will be standing in her position on the ring floor with feet
held by the clamps and arms tied up above your head. Val this is your
position, nearest to your seconds position and Anita the other, obviously, is
yours. As soon as you have received your last blow the clamps and ropes will
release and then for the first round you have 30 seconds to make your return
hit with of course a penalty blow if you delay longer than 20 seconds. The
count starts from when the fighter who has made the blow gets her feet into
the clamps, so once you've punched your opponent it's important to get your
feet into position as soon as possible, in fact the same penalties apply as
for the receiver so for each 20 second delay you will receive a penalty blow
to the breasts. Seconds, you are only allowed within the inner circle whilst
attaching the ropes to your fighter's arms so you can not assist your fighters
unless they can get themselves completely outside of the circle, if you do
touch any part of the inner circle then your fighter will receive a penalty
blow to the breast and if you step inside the circle your fighter will receive
3 penalty blows to the breast when it is their next turn to receive a blow'.
‘All clear so far?' the ref asked, ‘OK then, the dice are electronic but work
the same as regular dice so the odds of a thrown 2 or 12 are 1 in 36 whilst
for a 7 they are 1 in 6' we'll decide who receives first by pressing the
button, lowest score receives first and I'll start with Anita'. The ref
pressed a button and instantly a large 5 appeared on the electronic
scoreboard. ‘Right, now for Val' and an 11 appeared on the scoreboard.

‘OK, we've started. Anita you'd better move, you've got 20 seconds to get your
feet into the clamps'. As the ref was speaking the electronic counter had
started to count down 20, 19, 18 so with some trepidation Anita put her left
foot into the clamp. The ring floor sank under her weight and her foot was
instantly enveloped and held comfortably but firmly, 17, 16, the clock was
still counting down so Anita placed her right foot into the other clamp and it
too was held and stopped the clock. Anita legs were wide spread and she felt
very exposed and vulnerable, she could see close ups of herself on screens
around the ring, even a close up from beneath the stage of the tight fabric
that covered her mound. Helen and Anne were by her side and each gave her a
quick squeeze before attaching her arms to the ropes and then retreating out
of the circle. The ropes immediately started to re-tract into the ceiling
slowly drawing Anita's arms up above her head so that she was in a star shape.
Anita suddenly noticed that a number 9 and a graphic of the belly between Bra
and suspender belt was flashing in the screen and the clock was starting to
count up from 1 and suddenly she was faced with Val.

It was too soon, she'd barely prepared and now she had that awful feeling that
you get when a scary ride starts to climb up the steep slope – you want to get
off but you can't! - and you realise that IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. Suddenly Val's
arms looked huge and menacing and though she tried to tense her stomach
muscles, her belly was so full of fluttery feelings and her breaths were
coming in quick short pants it seemed impossible. And then it happened, with
12 seconds on the clock Val drew back her right fist and slammed it into the
centre of Anita's belly as close to the suspender belt as she dared, so just
inches above the navel. Smack, the sound of Val's glove echoed around the
arena and Anita shot out a small mouthful of air in an ‘Oh' as pain hit and an
expression of pain and shock crossed her face, suddenly changing to surprise
as with arms and legs suddenly released she lurched backwards and almost fell
over. She looked down and a red welt was appearing on her belly, and it hurt,
she drew in breaths and then realised that Anne and Helen were waiting for her
outside the ring. She quickly went to them and Helen said ‘well done, your
muscles held firm but make sure you don't relax and make sure that you return
the punches as quick as possible because part of this is going to be about
fitness and stamina so keep it going as quick as you can whilst making sure
you punch properly. So next time don't come to us unless you need help just
wait for Val and punch her the moment you can. You've got a 5 so that's Val's
left breast, give it everything. Now go, the clock's on 4'.

Anita stepped up to Val and time seemed to slow. It was Val's turn for
fluttery feelings and Anita could see each heave of her breasts as Val
breathed quickly. With Val's arms stretched out her breasts were presented to
Anita, raised up and flattened just a little they looked an impressive pair
and Anita found herself staring at the left breast, seeing each weave of
fabric in the bra and each rise and fall of the indentation of the nipple
which was pointing straight ahead, and above she could see a sheen of sweat
making Val's skin glow, then she snapped out of her reverie with the clock on
14 seconds she took careful aim and tried to repeat the punch that Helen had
taught her, turning side on to Val she drove her left fist into the centre of
the soft delicate flesh in front of her and remembered to swivel her shoulders
as the glove sank in. It felt strange to try and hurt someone but it helped
that Anita had faced the first blow – she knew that Val would try to destroy
her so she had to finish Val first or suffer. So time still seemed to stand
still and she almost felt as if she were watching herself punch Val at the
same time as feeling the sensation of her glove striking the soft flesh, the
bra caving in before her glove as it sank in, penetrating the soft sensitive
tissue and the glove now meeting more resistance as contorted flesh squeezes
out of the sides of the bra and around the glove as it sank into the centre of
the breast finally compacting the flesh beneath into a solid mass that the
glove could no longer penetrate. For a moment that Anita savoured, the glove
lingered as she still tried to drive it deeper into Val's flesh before
reluctantly she withdrew her fist and Val's breast shot back into place,
swaying and bouncing with aftershocks overlaid with a short sharp cry of pain
from Val. Then Val was lurching back her arm coming down to briefly cradle her
breast as it was now her turn to lurch backwards as the ropes and feet
restraints released.

Anita quickly put her feet into her restraints and as Helen and Anne came to
secure her arms she glanced up to see a number 7, her turn to take a blow to
the left breast. With her arms quickly fixed Anita looked back at Val who was
still holding her breast, ‘it must hurt and now it's my turn' thought Anita as
Val stepped up. Anita noticed that Val's body and her own were quickly
becoming slick with sweat, she could see tiny beads on Val's face as she
approached with a grim snarl and her right fist drawn back. Suddenly Anita
tensed as Val's fist exploded into action, driving slightly up into the
underside of Anita's left breast. Pain, a sickening pain exploded in Anita's
chest as she felt internal glands being squashed with her breast as Val's
glove tried to drive Anita's breast up and into her torso and up and up and in
and in, Anita felt her flesh being squeezed and yet stretched at the same
time. Without realising it she let out a loud yell and then suddenly she was
free and staggering backwards her breast aching with pain and it was her turn
to cradle her orb.

Val was now getting ready, her feet going into the restraints so Anita
remembered Helen's advice and stayed close waiting to see what number would
appear once Val feet were fixed. Then it came, number 7, so Anita would strike
Val's left breast again. She stepped up quickly the moment that Val's arms
were stretched out and her breasts were once again held up high for her.
Before even 3 seconds had passed Anita put her all into her next breast punch
savouring once again the feeling of her glove sinking into Val's large breast.
If anything she got a bit more force into this blow and struck as she had with
the previous blow right into the centre of the breast at the little nubbin of
Val's nipple. She drew a more obviously anguished groan from Val as her glove
compacted the breast and Val threw her head back as the pain hit with her soft
breast squashed into her torso and trying to ooze out of the bra surrounding
the area of Anita's glove. Then Val was free and Anita watched as she bent
down slightly, her breasts dangling down and forward away from her body as she
brought her gloves up to briefly cradle the sore boob.

Anita was already having her arms fixed up before Val looked up from rubbing
her boob. Both of them looked to the scoreboard and Anita gasped, a 2 appeared
next to graphics of a fist plunging low into the belly. A 2 meant a blow
between panties and suspender belt. Val smiled, or was it a sneer? and she
slowly stepped up. Anita had never felt so vulnerable, with her body stretch
out her lower belly was perfectly exposed for Val to smash into it. Nerves
made muscles jump and tremble in her legs and stomach, she unconsciously tried
to draw back but there was nowhere to go. Val carefully prepared herself and
allowed the tension to build in Anita. She drew her fist back and Anita
watched with a sick fascination, she'd never been punched low in the belly
before and she tried to tense muscles that really weren't there. She could
only imagine the pain that was about to happen and was actually happening, the
pain of anticipation as Val allowed the clock to count on past 12, 13, 14.
Then with careful deliberation she swung her fist hard, just above Anita's
panties. The blow landed with a sickening thus and sank into Anita's body
crushing into the uterus beneath. Anita saw the fist coming and tried to
prepare then with a sickening thud her world exploded into pain, a sick gut
wrenching pain that drew a strangled ‘urghhhhhhh' out of her lips as Val's
glove smashed into her sensitive organ. Immediately all sense was driven out
of Anita, she just wanted to curl up and do anything to ease the pain that
wracked her, sickening pain that struck deep into her vitals. Her face
instantly blanched and then she folded over and dropped to the ground as the
ropes released, instantly curling up into a ball. ‘Ani' yelled Helen, ‘roll
towards us, get out of the inner circle'. As this was being yelled Val was
quickly getting her feet into position so as to start the clock. Helen and
Anne kept yelling as Anita desperately crawled and rolled across the ring
floor. She perhaps had about 5 feet to go but only a short time to make it. 5
seconds, 10 seconds and she'd now got half way then with a roll she got close
enough to the edge for Anne to grab her hand and pull her out of the circle.
15 seconds gone and Anne forced her to a sitting position whilst Helen shove a
pack of ice above her panties, ‘come on, you've got to get on your feet'. With
that Anne and Helen hauled Anita up, she wanted to wretch but nothing would
come and her face was covered with a cold sweat but she at least half
supported herself, hands on thighs and breathing hard, Helen said ‘come on,
you've got to land a punch inside the next 10 seconds, just do it and try to
get over this, it's another 5 so Val's left breast again'. ‘Hold me for
another few seconds' Anita asked as the clock clicked past 22, 23 seconds.
‘Ani, you've got to do it now, go, just hit her'. So with the clock on 25
Anita lurched towards Val, 3 steps that took all of her effort whilst Val
smirked at Anita's plight. Perhaps the smirk did it, but as Anita looked at
that smug face she made one last effort and just managed to strike Val's
breast. Not a hard blow, but still a blow and struck from low down rising up
she drove the breast up but not with the force to seriously discomfit Val who
apart from a slight grimace just stepped away as the ropes released.

Anita stood hands on thighs and sweat starting to gleam all over her body. She
knew she had 20 seconds to get her feet into position and now Anne and Helen
could come into the circle to help so with Helen holding her Anne once more
briefly iced Anita's lower belly until with the clock at 15 seconds Anita
stepped into the foot restraints as Helen looped her arms into the ropes.
‘It's a 6' said Helen ‘right breast' but she'll get a free shot as well, take
your time after this, get your strength back to give Val some punishment next
time' Just as Helen was finishing saying this, the ref announced ‘penalty blow
to the breast, this blow will take place first'. Then Anne and Anita had to
leave as the ropes started to draw Anita upright. Anita groaned as she was
forced to straighten, another low blow now and she feared she'd never get up
again as sick waves of pain washed through her as she was forced to stretch
upright. Val was waiting for the ropes to stop moving eyeing up her target.
Anita looked a mess, sweat and water from the ice stained her stockings, her
panties were sodden and now quite see through, small patches of wet showed on
her garter belt and bra and her face was etched with pain and beads of sweat.
But Val wasn't about to give any respite. She could hit any breast with her
penalty blow and with only 2 seconds on the clock she powered into Anita's so
far untouched right breast. Hitting straight and flush on the nipple she drove
her powerful fist as hard as she could into Anita's smallish breast squashing
it flat against her ribs. ‘arrrrr' yelled Anita as she shook in her bounds but
even as she was shaking from this blow Val drew her fist back and powered in
again driving up this time striking just below the prominent nipple which was
poking out the bra, the blow whipped the breast up before it was again crushed
against Anita's chest wall. Anita yelled out again and staggered back folding
over as soon as the ropes released but staying on her feet to stagger out of
the ring towards Helen and Anne.

Val was quick again to get her feet into position as she didn't want Anita to
have time to recover. She glanced at the screen as Carl and Dave fixed her to
the ropes.. ‘God' she thought, not another 5. But Anita still hasn't recovered
so maybe it wont be too bad. Helen was whispering to Anita ‘left breast again,
hit it hard this time, take your time if you need it but get some power into
it'. The clock was on 7 seconds and counting as Anita made her painful way
into the ring. She still wanted to crouch, her right breast was on fire and
her bra felt a little tight but she steadied and was determined to hurt Val if
she could. Drawing herself up she could see that Val's bra was turning
transparent in places, the dark circle of her areola was visible around the
nubs of her nipples and sweat had run into the flimsy top half of the bra
turning it transparent so that at a glance it looked like Val was wearing a
half cup bra. She fixed her aim onto the target of Val's nipple and executed a
good powerful blow, she got her timing right so with a swivel of her shoulders
her fist sunk into the soft billowy tissue of Val's left breast for the 4th
time and her arm locked straight just at the point of maximum penetration. It
felt good, Anita felt the breast compress against her glove and she felt the
bone crunching impact through her glove as she bottomed out crushing breast
against rib cage. It felt good because she made Val yell in pain and it felt
good lingering with her fist embedded in Val's bust seeing the distorted flesh
forced out around her fist before withdrawing and watching the large breast
wobble and shake it's way back into shape. Val did stagger back this time
cradling her pounded left breast and Anita felt confident enough now to step
straight into the foot restraints.

As Anne and Helen fixed her arms the number came up, ‘4'. ‘Another above
suspender belly shot' Helen said ‘You can take this, just keep your muscles
tensed, don't relax'. Anita was still in pain down below but she'd taken one
blow to the stomach and managed to keep Val's fist from sinking in so was
determined to manage again. Val came up, she could see the red mark from her
earlier blow and her sense told her to hit Anita in the same place. So she
drew her fist back and cracked her fist into Anita's belly but with a sweaty
sheen covering Anita's body a loud wet splat reverberated around the ring.
Cameras showed the glove barely sinking into Anita's hard muscled belly – the
sit ups worked – but still Anita exhaled and winced with pain, not many more
she thought and they would start to get through. Val's power was a worry. She
wobbled out of the ropes still being stiff legged and quickly went over to
Anne and Helen whilst Val stepped into the feet restraints.

‘You've got a 12, a cunt masher. Take your time and make this count' Helen
said as Anita still in much discomfort from her low blow stepped forward
towards Val. Val had a belly so her panties swelled out a little and then
again over them before the garter belt. Anita wondered were to hit for the
most pain, up into the sex lips, or a little higher. Mash the clit against the
pubic bone, that'll do for me Anita quickly decided. And so she did, angling
her fist upwards towards the dark bush clearly visible through Val's pale
green panties her fist smashed into the delicate soft mound of Val's sex
crushing her mound into her pubic bone. ‘urghhh' yelled Val in agony and then
she collapsed writhing, her fists jammed between her legs. Anita very quickly
stepped into the foot restraints and started the clock and then watched Val as
she struggled and writhed her way across the floor towards Carl and Dave. 5
seconds, 6, 7, 8 the count continued but Val in her agony was throwing herself
around and made it to the edge of the circle were she was hauled out by Dave.
Quickly they got her gloves away from her sex and shoved a pack of ice down
against her panties and then just held her whilst the clock counted 12, 13
,14. Still Val was scrabbling her legs, trying to curl up against the pain
against the efforts of Carl and Dave to hold ice against her sex, in the
meantime Anita watched and waited, would Val get up in time to strike the next
blow? The dice had rolled an 11 which meant a blow to Anita's suspender belt.
18, 19, 20, at least she had a free shot now as Carl and Dave hauled Val to
her feet, but Val needed both of them to hold her as she tried to ram her
fists back between her legs, her face a mask of agony, but she was trying to
stand and at 23 seconds she waved Carl and Dave away and stood, just barely,
but stood. With a stiff legged lurch she made her way towards Anita, 26, 27
seconds counted out on the clock and then Val tried to punch into Anta's
garter belt. But as she tried to inject power into her fist she lost balance
on her stiff legs and she pitched forward towards Anita, her fist glancing of
Anita's lower belly below the suspender belt and then with the ropes released
they fell backwards with Val on top of ANita. Anita shrugged Val of, glad that
she'd not really received a punch at all and stepped back out of the ring as
Carl and Dave came in to help Val up into her restraints.

As they did this the dice number came up with ‘7', yet another blow to Val's
left breast. Helen whispered to Anita, use your free shot against the left
breast as well, once they've taken a few more blows you could try an uppercut,
see if you can knock the breast out of the bra cup. You'll be able to do more
damage then against Val's ribs. But as she was saying this the ref interrupted
with ‘foul blow by Val, she hit Anita below the suspender belt instead of on
it. Anita will have a free shot to the Val's lower belly before she takes her
penalty breast shot'. Carl and Dave were taking there time before restraining
Val, giving her as much time as possible to recover but finally they had to
lock her in as the clock reached 18. Anita stepped in as the ropes hauled Val
painfully upright and the moment she was at maximum extension Anita powered
her fist straight into the swell of Val's belly, hitting straight so with her
fist angling down she felt her fist sink deep into Val's flesh and she could
see ripples sweep away from the impact site as her fist struck home, angling
down towards the uterus. The breath exploded out of Val's mouth, ‘urghhhhhh'
and she shook in her bounds, her head thrown back as her body arched as much
as the bounds could allow her. Anita chose this moment to power into Val's
left breast, it did look bigger than the right she realised, and as it swelled
she would be able to knock it out of the bra cup. But this time she again
powered straight in hitting flush on the nub of Val's nipple, watching the
flesh distort around the glove she saw pale flesh briefly escape from around
the edge of the bra as it was compacted by her glove. She withdrew her fist
and with the breast still wobbling she powered up into the underside of the
breast whipping the breast up Val's body, the slap as it hit her upper torso
was clearly heard immediately after the thud of Anita's fist hitting home and
as it accelerated up Val's body, for a moment it looked like it might spring
free of the bra but not quite, so that as Anita's fist withdrew the breast
flopped back into place and immediately the ropes released and an ashen faced
Val sank groaning to the floor, first to her knees and then she pitched
forward in the foetal position, breath rasping in her throat as she tried to
suck in air after the blow she'd taken to her lower belly so soon after the
blow to her cunt.

The clock counted and weakly Val tried to crawl to the edge of the circle. 7,
8, 9. She barely made any progress and as the clock continued to count she
sank down, resigned it seemed to being counted out by the electronic clock.
The only sound was her rasping breath as she tried to get oxygen into her
lungs. 25, 26, 27 and finally the clock reach 30 as Val with a last effort
tried to slide nearer to the circle slumped flat on her front, her tightly
clad rear just slightly raised as she weakly tried to push with her legs.

‘1st round to Anita' announced the ref. Seconds you have 5 minutes to prepare
your fighters for the next round. Anita will receive the next blow, at Val's
turn she will receive a penalty blow for this count as it was over 20
seconds'.

With that Dave and Carl rushed into Val's aid and Anita, Helen and Anne
quickly left the arena for their changing room.

Round 2 to follow shortly, (well whenever I get time to write it!)
Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ