Justice Battle: Anita v Val Part 2
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


The 2nd round

As soon as Anne Helen and Anita reached the changing room Anne put on a
blocking pad onto her arm and said ‘right come on Ani, we've got a few minutes
let's get you a bit more effective.' With that she held the pad at low down on
her body and said ‘punch this', Anita did so, then Helen had Anne demonstrate.
For the next few minutes Anne and Helen worked hard trying to improve Anita's
technique, in the end they made some improvement showing Anita how to generate
more power hitting up low into the groin area but essentially they decided
that Anita should concentrate on straight drives as this technique she had
seemed to grasp. In between doing this Anne kept stressing to Anita that she
should be quick to take her punches as her fitness might make a difference.

In the other changing room Carl and Dave had also worked quickly on Val and
stressed to her that she must do anything to get up and survive a shot like
she'd just received, ‘roll out of the circle and get to us' Dave implored.
Then they set to work on trying to give Val some technique. Dave commenting
‘look Val you're much, much stronger than Anita but you're not making best use
of your strength, your standing too square. Come over here and hit this
punchbag. Val flexed her muscles and drove her fist into the bag as hard as
she could, ‘OK said Dave, now do it like this' and Dave then demonstrated how
to stand and make use of the shoulders and upper body so that after just a
couple of minutes Val's punches were making the punch bag jerk and sway much
more than her earlier attempt had done. Carl and Dave glanced at each other
and smiled, this fighter might just have a chance, it all depended on the look
of the dice and who would face a debilitating punch first.

With that thought the 30 second buzzer sounded and the fighters were led to
the Arena. Neither fighter had changed so clad in wet lingerie they both made
an erotic sight as they stepped into the ring. Anita noticed for the first
time that screens around the arena were showing close ups of the two fighters,
close up of Val's breasts bouncing as she walked and of Anita's own breasts
and the peaks of her nipples thrusting through the bra.

As Val entered the ref asked ‘what clothing are you going to remove?'
‘Stocking' replied Val. So as Carl removed one of Val's stocking the ref
announced ‘As Val has now lost one round her count to beat is now 40 seconds,
Anita's remains at 30'. Anita, get ready to receive your blow.

Anita stepped into the foot restraints and looked up to the scoreboard to see
what number would show. It came up, 11, a blow to the broad suspender belt.
Val stepped up carefully into the position that she'd just practised with Carl
and Dave, drew her fist back ready to punch. Anita watched Val and realised
that this punch might have more venom in it. She recognized from the stance
that Val was using the same techniques that Helen and Anne had taught her and
then, in the timeless zone just before Val's fist started to power in Anita
noticed all sort of details, the steady rise and fall of Val's breasts, the
slight misfit of the left bra cup proving that Val's left breast was now
slightly swollen, the beginning of an ugly bruise low on Val's belly where
Anita had punched her at the end of the last round and the sudden flare of
Val's nostrils as she took in an extra deep breath before she punched...
before she punched, she was punching! And Val's fist crashed into Anita's
navel, ‘ughh' Anita cried out as the fist hit her tensed muscles and almost
threatened to break through her muscle wall. That was hard, Anita thought with
some trepidation as the ropes released and she staggered back but remembering
what Anne and Helen had said she prepared to hit Val the moment she was
allowed to.

Val smiled as her punch struck home, she'd felt the extra kick through her
fist and felt some confidence return. Wait until I get a lower shot she was
thinking, I'll break her spine in two! Then she was steeping into the
restraints to receive her blow just as the ref was announcing ‘Anita has a
penalty blow to Val's breast which she will take before her dice option'. Then
as Val feet slid home into the restraints the scoreboard showed the next
number, a 6 which meant a blow, the first, to her right breast. Anita waited
while the ropes drew taught and then the moment the clock started to count she
drove her fist straight into Val's left breast, driving her fist deep into the
centre of Val's left breast for at least the 5th time. Breast flesh billowed
out from around Anita's glove and Val gasped as the fist struck home. Anita
didn't waste any time though and quickly re-set herself and within just a few
seconds she repeated the shot to Val's right breast, grunting with effort as
she drove her fist home. Another gasp from Val, who glared balefully at Anita
as she stepped back from the ropes. Anita returned the stare and quickly
stepped into the restraints.

Anita then turned to watch the screen as Anne and Helen tied her arms up, a 7,
her left breast. In some ways Anita was relieved as she didn't want to face
another stomach blow so soon. Val stepped up and said, ‘time for your little
boobies to feel some pain I think' and she set herself again as Carl and Dave
had taught her and powered her fist just below the point of Anita's up tilted
puffy nipple, but unlike earlier punches she now made better use of those
powerful shoulders so her fist fairly thudded into Anita's pert breast. Waves
of pain assailed Anita as she felt her sensitive gland being crushed, it felt
like hot daggers were stabbing into her as sensitive flesh was squashed into
her body. She couldn't stop a sharp yelp of pain and brought her gloves
quickly down to cradle the her breast the moment the gloves released. The pain
brought an extra sheen of sweat to her body and perhaps even a little glint of
moisture was in her eyes too but Anita stayed in the circle wanting to return
the punch as quickly as possible. Val stepped back for a few moments and then
stepped into the restraints.

All eyes turned to the scoreboard, another 6, another blow to the right
breast. With the odds very much favouring the numbers 5, 6, 7 and 8 to land
55% of the time it looked like the early rounds of this battle was going to be
a war of attrition to the breasts. Anita waited impatiently anxious to keep
the pace up as much as possible and was already poised to punch the moment
that the lights showed that the ropes were fully extended. At that moment she
drove her fist into the centre of Val's right breast and was satisfied to here
a slightly more anguished cry from Val as her breast was pummelled. Anita was
already stepping into position as the ropes were releasing Val

The scoreboard flashed ‘4', a blow to the belly above the suspender belt.
Anita steeled herself for a blow to the belly, she willed her stomach muscles
to be as firm as they could be as Val approached. But Val had an idea, she'd
read once about the solar plexus and how a punch here could be very effective
so she eyed up the area in the centre of Anita's chest just below her bra and
powered in a right hand punch. Thud, with very little fat here to absorb the
blow the sound of Val's glove impacting was loud and sharp. Anita gasped and
struggled to take a breath sinking down to her knees as the ropes released,
then leaning forward propping herself up with one glove, she gasped in a
ragged breath and then another and slowly recovered before slowly levering
herself back to her feet.

Val was already in position and the clock was on 5 seconds as Anita stood up,
her breathing was still a bit ragged but the initial pain of the blow was
easing, she hoped that some of the reaction was shock of the unexpected.
Quickly she glanced at the scoreboard, a 10, and Anita was grateful, a blow to
Val's suspender belt was what she needed after the last blow she'd received.
This time she took her time, composing herself and getting her breathing under
control before steadying herself to punch Val's navel. With 15 seconds on the
clock Anita drove a punch angling slightly down into the swell of Val's belly,
flush into the centre of the suspender belt where it covered the belly button.
Anita thrilled as she felt her glove sink into Val, she could see the flesh
distort around her glove as it sank in and a wave of Val's flesh rippled away
from the impact sight as if a stone had crashed into a water bed. At the same
time Anita heard the air forcibly expel from Val's lungs ‘ouuumpfff' went Val
and now it was her turn to sink down to her haunches and then double over as
she desperately tried to replace the air she'd just lost.

Pleased with this outcome Anita was once again quick to step into her foot
restraints, a quick whispered ‘well done' from Anne cheered her up and steeled
her to take the next blow as well as she could. The scoreboard showed ‘11',
her turn to receive a blow to the suspender belt. Val slowly stood up, still
gulping in air and looking pained, but a thin smile came to her face when she
saw the number 11. Anita steeled herself and waited for Val to prepare before
tensing her muscles as much as she could. Val took aim at the navel again and
blasted her fist as hard as she could into the pale red material that was
Anita's only protection. ‘ughh' Anita involuntarily exclaimed as she lost some
air form her lungs. Val's fist had hit very hard but Anita's muscles had held
firm although now they felt ever so fluttery as Anita stepped back and rubbed
her fist into her belly. She breathed deeply relieved that Val's punch hadn't
got through but still, she wondered, How many more could she take?

Val took some seconds before she stepped forward, she was breathing hard and
sweat drenched her skin and she allowed the clock to tick over to 12 seconds
before she placed her feet into the restraints. This pleased Anita and she'd
spotted a little smile from Anne as she'd glance around which also cheered
her. Anita got ready while Val was been strung up, she waited watching the
screen, a 9 this time, Val's belly above the belt. Anita licked her lips,
she'd enjoyed the feeling of her glove sinking into Val's body the shot before
and wanted to do it again, and now was her chance. She wasn't going to go for
the solar plexus when there was a slightly weak belly to strike! As soon as
the clocked ticked over indicating that Val was fully secured Anita plunged
her fist into the swell of Val's belly above the suspender belt. Val had a bit
more muscle tone here but still Anita's punch penetrated sending a big ripple
through Val's body and another expulsion of air. Again Val sank down to her
haunches as the ropes released and Anita was quick to get back into position
to start a count.

The scoreboard showed ‘4' while Val was still squatting on the ring floor.
Another blow to Anita's belly above the susi belt. Anita didn't like this, she
wondered whether Val would go for the solar plexus again or try her belly.
She'd find out soon enough as Val slowly lifted herself from the floor. For
Val the choice was easy, she'd had more effect this round with her one punch
to the solar plexus so, taking her tine, she gathered herself and made ready
to strike. Anita tensed her muscles as Val drew back her fist and then Val
struck, aiming for the red mark of her earlier strike just below Anita's
boobs, her fist crashed into Anita, the sharp flat sound of Val's fist against
bony chest once again resounding around the ring. Val hissed with the pain of
the repeat blow and once again she struggled to take in a breath. For a moment
or two she stood trying to recover, but as her body cried out for oxygen she
quickly sank down to her knees to recover more slowly. Anita felt her head
drop forwards and she stared at the ring floor for a few seconds whilst her
body recovered and her breathing eased until she once again felt able to stand
up.

Anita slowly got to her feet and saw that Val was already strung up with the
count on 8 seconds. A quick glance at the scoreboard showed her next target, a
6, so Val's right breast. No rush this time, Anita wanted the pain in her
chest to ease so she had time to observe Val's heaving bosom. It was beginning
to look to big for her bra, as bulges in the top of the bra testified to
breast flesh trying to escape the tight confines. But still, Anita didn't
think she could knock the right boob out just yet so she lined up a straight
drive aiming at the centre of Val's dark areola, clearly visible through the
soaked, transparent bra. Anita drove her fist in wanting once again to feel
the flesh compress under her glove. Anita grunted with effort as she put her
all into the punch and following Anita's grunt Val moaned with pain as her
breast was once again crushed. In this round it had been her right breast but
the round before her left breast had taken most of the shots but now she had
two very sore mounds of flesh attached to her and she vowed to make Anita's
smaller boobs pay.

Anita felt fit enough to quickly step into position and then a quick glance
still showed a 6.. her right breast this time. Val stepped up and drove her
fist up into the bottom half of Anita's breast forcing the breast up Anita's
body before crushing it into her. Anita groaned and willed the knifing pain to
subside. Her breasts were swelling too she realised as she looked down to
cradle them. Then with horror she realised that this was still so early in the
contest! What state would they be in say 3 or 4 more rounds time! She couldn't
imagine.

But now Val was strung up and Anita wanted to keep the pace up. An 8 was
showing so once again Anita could strike Val's right breast. This time she
thought she'd try to knock it out of the bra so with the slightly plunging bra
design she thought she should strike up from just outside the centre angling
in towards Val's body. So with a few seconds of thought behind her she drove
her fist into Val's bra. As luck would have it the blow was perfect! Anita's
glove pinched the base of Val's bra against Val's body as it knocked the
breast up. The bra stood no chance of containing Val's heavy breast it flew up
and across Val's body, the distortion of Anita's fist in the breast remained
visible as the breast flew up with a squashed centre section, but then gravity
quickly recaptured the flying orb and the heavy breast dropped down Val's body
sinking some way lower than the still bra encased left breast.

Anita smiled to herself and stepped into position whilst Val lifted her breast
up to allow the bra cup underneath to settle into a more comfortable position.
She knew her seconds would not be allowed to put the bra back on until after
the end of the round. Anita looked to see what fate had lined up for her, a
10, so a blow to her suspender belt. Anita calmed herself and waited as Val
stepped up and then tensed her muscles as Val prepared to strike. Val was
embarrassed and annoyed to have her breast hanging out of the bra and was
determined to hit Anita as hard as she could so she concentrated very hard on
what Carl and Dave had told her, set her body and lined up and then drove the
hardest punch she'd managed so far into the centre of Anita's suspender belt,
flush on the belly button. Anita felt the glove strike, she felt the extra
force start to break through her muscle wall and her mouth opened in an O as
she was forced to exhale with a ‘woompff' and her head dropped back. Then she
was staggering back and sinking down to the ring floor, head down, and pain
etched across her face.

Anita stayed down while Val got in position, she held her gloves tightly
against her navel and slowly forced air back into her lungs before, whilst
still crouched, she looked to see where she'd be hitting Val. Good, she had a
10 also and she was determined to make it pay by driving her fist deep into
Val's tender mid section. She stayed down for a while to compose herself and
then eased herself up at 10 seconds. Her belly felt painful and tender and she
hoped the next blow she faced wouldn't be to the same spot again. Still
slightly crouched she forced herself upright and stepped up to Val. Taking
care to punch as well as she could she struck into the centre of Vals
suspender belt. As earlier she felt an intense thrill, at the feel of her
glove sinking deep into Val's belly, she forced every last ounce of power she
could into her fist and was rewarded with an explosion of breath and spittle
across her breath as Val forcibly lost her wind. Anita watched Val sink
straight down to the ring floor, curled up over her wounded belly and quickly
stepped onto her mark whilst watching Val crawl slowly to the ring border, her
loose right breast hanging and dragging against the ring floor whilst her
panty clad rear pointed up, swaying with effort as Val struggled to breath and
also reach Carl and Dave. Anita glanced at the scoreboard, an 8, yet another
blow to the right breast but she knew she could cope with that for now. The
clock had now reached 12 and Val was now near enough the ring edge for Carl
and Dave to drag her clear. Dave tried to quickly massage Val's belly but Val
groaned in pain so he held an ice pack there instead, but just for a moment as
they then decided that they needed Val on her feet. Hauling her up they
supported her whilst she dragged air into her lungs, still half doubled over.
Carl and Dave made a decision to allow the clock to run past 20 seconds, and
once past 20 seconds they could then afford some more time so long as Val made
her shot before 40 seconds was up. Gradually Val got her wind back and
painfully stood up by herself and just in time! The clock showed 25 seconds so
she only had 15 remaining to strike Anita. After some encouragement and
whispered advice from Carl she made her slow painful way to the centre of the
ring.

Anita watched Val approach, she knew the last punch had given her an edge and
that now she would have an penalty shot at Val's breast with her next turn,
with the right throw of the dice she might win the round with her next 2
punches! But first she had to take Val's next punch to her right breast. Val
came nearer her right breast swaying with each step and displaying some
colourful bruising around the areola . Anita knew that her breast would be
equally bruised and steeled herself to absorb the next bit of punishment. She
watched Val snarl and grimace as she wound up to drive her fist into Anita's
breast and then the fist struck and instantly Anita yelped with pain as Val's
fist powered into her puffy breast, this time Val struck straight in driving
the nipple straight back into Anita's chest, and with a smaller breast there
was less fat to absorb the shock of the blow which meant that the internal
glands within Anita's breast absorbed far more punishment than for a similar
blow to Val. Anita felt every pound of effort that Val had put into the punch
and her poor breast was in agony as she stepped away from her position.

Val paused now, she was in no rush to face her next punch so she let the clock
count down 5 seconds, 10 and then at 15 she allowed Carl and Dave to help
secure her in position. The ref had announced the penalty blow to the breast
but Anita waited to see where her other blow would be, ‘7' lit up on the
scoreboard for Val's left breast so a disappointed Val made a quick change of
plan, she'd intended pounding at Val's exposed right breast but now she sank
her fist into the underside of Val's left breast in a repeat of the shot that
had liberated Val's right breast. And it was a perfect repeat as Val's left
breast shot out of the bra and swung down to join it's partner. Val's large
bust size was now much more apparent without the constraining effects of a bra
but Anita didn't dwell on this, she now used the advice that Anne and Helen
had given her in the break between rounds. With heavy 10oz gloves a lot of
effort went into getting them into motion but now Anita planned to use the
weight of the glove to her advantage. Val's large hanging breasts were nicely
presented for her to drive her fist down into the top flank of the breast and
drive through against Val's ribs. So taking aim she powered her fist in,
angling down into the top flank of Val's left breast. The paler flesh made a
good target and Anita struck midway between the top of the breast and the
nipple at the border of Val's tan. Anita felt the difference of striking the
breast this way, instead of a gradual build up of resistance as she compacted
the entire breast, this time she drove in and then met the unmoving wall of
Val's ribcage and her glove then squeezed down Val's body drawing the breast
down behind it, Anita could see that at the moment of deepest impact the top
part of Val's breast was drawn down flat and taught with the centre part
driven hard in against Val's ribs the tip of the breast bulged out as flesh
with no where to go was forced up to the nipple. Val also noticed the
difference, it felt to her like her breast was being ripped off and she cold
not have imagined the difference in pain from the earlier blows to this. She
let loose a cry of pain and then staggered back cradling her abused left
breast as the ropes released.

Anita quickly stepped onto her mark and the restraints held her feet as Anne
and Helen came to fix her arms. Another whispered ‘well done, keep it up' made
her feel a bit better, she'd hoped to have a decisive punch but she knew the
breast punch wasn't it. Now she looked to see what her fate would be and an
icy fear gripped her, a 12,. ‘Just get to us any how you can and stay in this
if you can, come on, you can do it' Anne whispered as she felt the fear that
now coursed through Anita's body. Her panties were about to be pounded by
Val's glove and where minutes before they'd been damp with sexual arousal
brought on by the feeling of her fist sinking into vulnerable areas of Val's
body, they were now damp with the cold sweat of fear and the anticipation of
the sickening pain to come. Val smiled, just a few punches ago it looked like
she might be about to lose the round but now she had the first punch to the
cunt in this round. She set herself with a firm stand and rather than try and
loop a punch up into Anita's mound, this time she would go for power and
strike with a straight punch into where she imagined Anita's clit would be.
The small dark triangle of Anita's trimmed bush showing through the sodden
panties highlighted the target area perfectly so with glee she powered her
fist into Anita's mound. Anita saw the fist start towards her and then it
hit... Agony as her sex lips, her clit, those vital and so sensitive areas of
a women were smashed by Val's glove. She let out a yell of agony and fell
forwards, her body too shocked to be able to control her legs. Pain gripped
her in a vice, she wanted it to stop but it seemed to hit in waves, her face
blanched and her eyes screwed up with the shear mass of agony that rolled
through her. But, she retained enough awareness to know that if she could just
ride it out, get to the edge of the circle, then maybe Anne and Helen could
help her. She pulled herself across the floor, each movement of her legs
setting of more streams of agony from her sex as she moved across the floor
until finally she made it and Anne dragged her clear. It had taken 10 long
seconds to crawl the short distance away from the centre and now Anita had
just 20 seconds remaining to get her strike in or lose the round. Anne
drenched Anita with icy cold water and then pulling the front of Anita's
panties away she poured a jug full of icy water down there before holding an
ice pack against her sex. ‘Stay in this, even a pat against Val will do and
then you have almost another 20 seconds to recover and you never know where
the next blow might be, for you or for her' she cajoled as the shock of the
cold water started to bring Anita back to them.

With Anne and Helen's help Anita hauled herself to her feet and Helen said to
her, ‘Ok you've got 10 seconds so you can do this, you've got a 5 so you need
to hit Val's left breast. Just get to Val and thump her and then it doesn't
matter if you can't stand then as we'll be able to help you, so come on let's
do it'. Anita's legs were like jelly but she managed to painfully walk towards
Val, hunching herself over the dreadful hurt and with just 5 seconds to go she
plunged her fist into Val's left breast. It wasn't a full strength blow by any
means and Val shrugged of the sting of the blow and stepped back as Anita
wobbled around trying to get her feet into the restraints. Anne and Helen
though quickly got to her and pulled her away, ‘don't rush, give yourself some
time' Helen said and held Anita to her whilst Anne got the ropes ready. Then
with 15 seconds on the clock they got Anita's feet into position and tied her
arms above her head.

Anita knew she would receive a penalty breast blow but she desperately hoped
that she wouldn't face another low blow as well, she looked to the screen just
as an 8 flashed up for a blow to the right breast. Then as the ropes pulled
her upright new agonies erupted in her sex as against her will, her body was
stretched fully upright. Instantly Val stepped up and powered her fist into
the very visibly erect nipple on Anita's right breast and then with just a
pause to draw back her fist she repeated the same blow, hard and straight
mashing into the huge nipple that had erected due to the icy cold water thrown
onto her just moments before. The first blow drew and anguished moan as her
breast was smashed into her body and then her moan changed to a pained yell as
within moments the same breast was smashed straight back into her body. Anita
dropped to her knees with one arm rammed between her legs and the other
cradling her sore breast as Val quickly got herself into position.

Anita half crawled and walked back out of the centre ring to Anne and Helen
were more iced water was thrown over her and ice packs held against her groin
and breast. Helen said, ‘fantastic, you made it. Now lets blast into Val's
breast this time, you've got a 7 so pound that left breast like you did a few
shots ago, hard and down into the top slope, crush it against Val's ribs. The
time's at 12 seconds so go now before you get a penalty blow'. Anita made her
slow way into the centre of the ring and with the clock on 18 seconds she
delivered a firm punch to Val's left breast, hitting down to the top slope mid
way between nipple and top of the breast her fist sank in and crushed Val's
breast into the ribs. Not anything like as hard as Anita could hit, but hard
enough to draw a gasp from Val, who then glowered at Anita and stepped back
anxious to have her next shot.

Anita waited again, hoping that her strength would return and the pain in her
sex ease. She allowed the clock to tick up to 15 before stepping into the foot
restraints. Then with trepidation she looked to the screen. A 6, her right
breast yet again. But at least it wasn't her groin or lower belly. Val again
didn't waste time, she wanted to keep things moving and desperately wanted to
get another serious target before Anita had recovered, but for now the breast,
the same breast that she'd just hit twice only moments before. As the ropes
brought Anita upright Val could sense that Anita's breasts were swelling, but
being small she didn't think she could knock them out of their cups just yet,
maybe she didn't need to. Anyway she decided on the same punch again as that
area of Anita's breast had so recently been tenderised so the moment that the
timer light flashed she was ready and drove her fist plumb into the centre of
Anita's right breast. Pain knifed through Anita as the fist struck home and
she screamed, she feared for the state of her breasts as Val's punches were
powerful, her rudimentary technique was tailored for a straight blow at just
the height that Anita's breasts were, so all the muscle in those swimmers
shoulders was focused on driving Anita's breasts through her body. And didn't
Anita feel it as she screamed in agony as the punch struck home. She lurched
back as the ropes released and hoped she could end this somehow.

Val was already strapped in, again moving fast hoping to get at Anita soon
with a punishing low blow, but now it was her turn and the light was flashing
on 4, Val's belly above the suspender belt. At this Anita perked up, she could
slow Val down with a punishing blow now so she took more time to recover,
using up 10 seconds before stepping up and setting herself up for her punch
trying to ensure that she made it a good one. She aimed down in the same way
that Helen had told her to do with Val's breasts, using the weight of the
glove as an advantage she speared her fist in to the swell of Val's tummy and
delighted once again in the feeling, almost sexual in it's intensity, of her
glove driving into Val's inards as her stomach muscles caved in before Anita's
glove. As Val went ‘oomppff', losing her air Anita's fist was deeply embedded
in Val's belly, she could sense how deep from the distortion of the flesh
around the glove and then as her fist withdrew the aftershocks rippled through
Val's belly. Then with the ropes released Val staggered away clutching at her
belly before slumping over panting in huge gulps of air as now it was her turn
to try and recover.

Anita now forced herself to step quickly into position, maybe it was a gamble
as she still was not fully recovered from the cunt blow, but she knew that now
Val was in a weak state as well so whatever blow she needed to face she rather
it came from a weak Val. She looked at the scoreboard, a 5 which was a small
mercy, her left breast instead of the right. Val was up but half doubled over,
her breasts hanging down and swinging as she sucked in great draughts of air.
Val glanced at the clock and saw that she had 15 seconds before incurring a
penalty so she slowly eased herself upright revealing a very visible mark on
her belly from the repeated blows to the same place, in fact as was the case
with Anita also, the pattern of the fight was etched into both of their
bodies. Val set herself and drove her fist into Anita's left breast, flush on
the bulls eye of Anita's nipple poking out the bra cup surrounded by the dark
circle of her areola clearly visible through the wet transparent bra, in fact
the tight material was so moulded to Anita's breast that the crinkles in her
still partially erect nipple were etched into the material. Anita cried out as
her breast was pancaked, each blow increased the agony she felt in her
breasts, a pain that never wholly went away, each new blow drove the pain to a
new peak which subsided somewhat only to be stretched to yet further heights
of pain with the next blow.

Anita staggered away from the ropes and hoped she'd be favoured with a good
target. Val didn't rush, apart from when she thought she might win the round
she didn't see the need to force the pace so she allowed the clock to tick on
a little before stepping into the restraints. Anita watched to see what the
dice would say. Damm! Another 7, so a blow to Val's left breast. This was
turning very attritional, Anita had imagined a far fewer blows than these to
win a round but apart from the dreadful blow to the cunt that she'd received
most punches had been to areas that wouldn't, in the short term, cause a
problem. Now long term was a different issue, but Anita wanted to end this
round now. She was tired, her body was pouring out sweat, the gloves were
heavy and she was in pain. But as she looked at Val she realised that maybe
she wasn't so badly off. Val was beginning to look haggard and was equally if
not more sweaty than Anita. Val's breasts were heaving as she sucked in air
and her face was becoming more and more pained as her arms were stretched up
above her head. Seeing this made Anita more determined than ever to keep up
pressure whenever she could so she took aim and at the earliest possible
moment she plunged her fist into the top half of Val's breast, just as she'd
done ever since she'd knocked them out of the bra. The breast contorted under
the blow and sweat erupted in a spray as the breast was driven into Val's
body. Val shook with pain, giving a yell as Anita's glove tried to cut the
breast in two driving in and crushing the centre portion against Val's ribs.

Anita stepped straight into position even as Val's breast was swinging in
aftershock and Val was barely released herself. Already the next number was
showing a 6 for Anita's right breast. Val angrily strode up, another non round
winning shot, but she'd do her best to make it count. She let the clock tick
down as she settled her breathing and then she plunged her fist into Anita's
right breast. Anita felt the knifing pain hit yet again and her face screwed
up and she bit her lip hard to stop herself screaming, she didn't want Val to
know just how much the breast punches were starting to hurt. She stepped away
from the ropes and thought about going for ice but decided to stay near the
centre so that she could take her next shot quickly. She'd noticed how Val was
taking her time so deduced that the last thing Val wanted was a quick
turnaround. So she waited ready to strike even though Val had not yet stepped
into the marks.

Finally after 15 seconds Val was in position with the ropes extending up. A
glance at the screen showed the number 8, a blow to Val's right breast.
Wasting no time Anita crunched her fist into the tender flesh, again hitting
down as this caused far more impact crushing breast into sharp bony ribs.
Another burst of sweaty spray as the breast was crushed and Val yelped and
hissed with pain and then wearily stepped back as the ropes released, again
though Anita was already in position. She sensed that Val's fitness, or lack,
was starting to be an issue as Val's body was now so drenched with sweat that
it was literally dripping from her. Even her hair looked wet and her body was
a sheen of wetness.

The screen now showed 5, her left breast again and Anita screwed herself up to
take the pain. Val again waited her breasts heaving as she caught her breath
until finally she stepped up and with just a few seconds remaining she plunged
her fist into Anita's left breast. Agony again, and this time Anita couldn't
stop the cry of pain as the blow hit and again she wondered about a quick trip
for ice, but thought better as it would tell Val how hurt she was.

Val delayed but Anita stayed ready waiting for her turn. At last Val was
restrained and now the number was 11, a blow to Val's suspender belt. This was
it, Anita perked up and this time she set herself as well as possible, aiming
for the dark bruise around Val's navel that was showing through the thin
material. She plunged her fist in and again felt the ecstasy of Val's soft
belly caving in before her punch and with the ‘pffhhhhhttt' of Val forcibly
losing all of her air and Anita's nipples surged out despite the pain her
breasts were in. Val sagged to the floor her mouth gaping trying but failing
to suck in air and Anita quickly stepped into her position to start the clock.

A 7 came up on the scoreboard, Anita's left breast; if Val could make it in
time. Gasping like a fish out of water she flopped around on the floor making
very slow progress towards Carl and Dave. Her face contorted as she struggled
for breath, getting it in short rasping gasps she inched herself across the
floor, hanging breasts swinging and swaying and bouncing on the floor as she
half crawled and slithered towards Carl and Dave. 10 seconds, 15 seconds and
she was still barely half way until finally she made it with over 20 seconds
already counted down. Carl eased her into a sitting position but with head
down and rubbed her back and those strong shoulders. For 10 seconds he worked
on her and then at 30 seconds he and Dave heaved her to her feet. Her legs
were shaking and her face was still pinched with pain as she gasped in air.
Dave cajoled her, ‘come on, a punch to her left breast. She's in agony there
you know, a few more blows to the breast and she'll be yours. 3 steps and a
punch, that's all'. With that he pushed Val away and she reeled her way
towards Anita, her face grey with pain. Crouching over her large breasts swung
and swayed hanging down from Val's chest, sweat running down her body and onto
her breasts dripping from her nipples with each sway and swing. With 36
seconds on the clock Val made it and swung a weak blow into Anita's left
breast before she sunk down onto her haunches.

Anita decided that this would be a good time to get some ice as it didn't look
like Val would be in a hurry to strap her self into position. Helen held ice
onto Anita's breasts and whispered her stamina's gone, keep up the quick
changes and that'll beat her, or at least keep her from using her full power.
She'll have to be strapped in now, it's on 15 seconds so go and hit her the
first moment you can. Anita quickly stepped back to the centre ring just as at
18 seconds Val's feet locked into place. A quick glance told her that she had
a number 8, Val's right breast, but she also had a penalty blow as well which
she decided would be to the same breast. Anita took aim and waited as the
ropes retracted, letting fly the first instant that the clock lit up. Val
groaned as her breast was crushed down into her ribs and she flung her head
back with the pain. Both of Val's breasts had ugly bruises on the top flanks
were Anita was pounding down and in the moment that she was setting herself
for the next blow Anita almost imagined that she could see the bruise on Val's
right breast growing. Anita took a moment to re set herself and using the
bruise as her target she repeated the blow whilst Val's head was still way
back. She'd not expected the second blow, maybe she'd forgot the penalty, but
the shock of the 2nd impact drew a long drawn out wail from Val and she sunk
down to her haunches as the ropes released.

Anita was quick again to get into position and had started the clock even as
Val was setting down on the ring floor. She had a six this time so her right
breast. Val sat on her haunches sucking in air and then tried to stand up. She
almost didn't make it, at the halfway point it looked like her legs might go
and then when she was upright she weaved around struggling to control her
legs. The clock was on 12 and Val staggered into position. Anita could see the
tremble in her legs and was desperate to get her next shot in. But first Val,
and although her legs were almost gone her arms and shoulders hadn't and she
fired in as fierce a blow to Anita's right breast as she'd faced during the
fight. Anita cried out and sucked in a deep breath. As she was released she
looked down at her breasts and she could see the taught bra was pushing out
from her body as her breast swelled underneath. She could tell that the under
wired part of the bra was no longer running against her torso, instead a gap
had appeared and the paler white skin of her breast was visible from under the
shaped cup.

Anita waited whilst Val took a breather and wound the clock down, eventually
locking herself in with the clock on 18. And Anita's heart leapt, a 2 which
meant she could hit Val between panties and suspender belt. Val had seen it as
well and her head sunk down even as her arms were being lifted up. Anita meant
for this blow to count. She wanted to sink her fist deep into Val's soft
underbelly and squash into uterus. She eyed up the spot just above the panties
where she wanted to sink her fist and took aim as Val looked on in horror;
then Anita drove her fist home deep into Val's lower belly, she felt the flesh
give way beneath her glove and knew that she'd finally won the round as her
glove sank deep into Val. Val didn't scream, the only sound was a ‘phfttt' as
air and spittle exploded from her mouth. She crashed to the floor on nerveless
legs immediately the ropes were released and lay sprawled, half on her side
and half on her front, seemingly propped up by one large bruised breast as her
mouth worked vainly trying to get air but only succeeding in dribbling drool
onto the ring floor. Anita started the clock by putting her feet into the
blocks and Anne and Helen went through the formality of attaching ropes to her
arms as Val lay in front of them barely moving, just weakly trying to curl up
over her hurt gut but failing to even manage that.

The clock ticked, Carl and Dave could have come in for her but this would have
given Anita 3 penalty shots to the breast, not to mention the time penalties.
So with no prospect of reviving Val they had to let her suffer as the clock
counted down. 20 seconds, 30 seconds and now Val had just a little movement
but much to little and much to late and relentlessly the clock counted out the
final 10 seconds to 40 and Anita had won another round.

In between watching Val weakly writhe on the floor Anita now had time to look
around her. Her eyes were drawn by a flash of red on the big screens around
the screen. It was her panties! Shot from below the ring the camera was
showing a huge close up of her wet sheer panties; with her legs spread lewdly
the camera had a clear view of her sex mound and was zoomed in tight onto the
dark vee of her sex split by the pink gash as her spread position made her sex
lips gape apart. Anita blushed and squirmed with embarrassment and then
noticed that the camera was switching to a ‘then and now' shot with the
earlier shot being much more modest making Anita realise that after Val's blow
to her cunt her labia must have swollen somewhat – this was what the screens
were demonstrating to the audience. Other shots now showed Anita's last punch
to Val, and maybe Anita's labia swelled a bit more as she watched her fist
sink deep into Val's lower belly below the suspender belt. In slow motion, the
glove impacts and starts to penetrate, the skin distorting around the glove as
it sinks into the sensitive flesh – a split screen shows a close up of Val's
panties from the rear, tightly stretched over her bum they jerk out towards
the camera as Anita's punch sinks home, her buttocks slowly quivering in
reaction. Back to the front and Anita's fist has sunk deep into Val's body and
a circle of flesh has formed around the glove and is slowly rippling away up
Val's body whilst below the top of Val's panties now stand away from the
sunken flesh. Val's face is slowly reacting to the shock, her eye's are
widening in pain and her mouth is slowly forming an ‘O', then her entire face
gradually creases up and her cheeks swell up before finally breathe and
spittle explode from her mouth. Slowly Anita's glove pulls away and Val's
flesh starts to rush back to fill the deep indent made by Anita's glove, at
the same time Val is released and slowly she falls to the floor, breasts, and
belly wobbling in reaction to the blow and now sudden drop as her limp legs
give way beneath her.

Carl and Dave had by now raced in to help Val, moving her into the recovery
position proper (she'd almost fallen that way anyway) whilst Anne and Helen
released Anita and gave her a little hug before leaving the ring and heading
for the changing room.

‘5 minutes before the next round' announced the ref. ‘Anita to receive the
first blow and 2 penalty blows to the breast against Val when it is her turn
to receive'. Then the ref paused, glancing at both fighters' chests and
announced ‘If a fighter wishes to change bra size then they may do so but at a
cost of a penalty blow to the breast, the new bra must be the correct size for
the breasts as they now are, you cannot use an over or undersized bra unless
you breasts fall between two cup sizes, then you may use either'.

With that he turned and left the ring himself leaving Carl and Dave to carry
Val into their changing room.

Will Val recover? Will her greater strength tell in the end or will Anita's
stamina continue to carry her through? Find out in the next instalment!

Part 3 to follow when I get around to it!

Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ