Justice Battle: Anita v Val Part 3
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


Anne and Helen led Anita into the changing room. ‘How do you feel?' Helen
asked. ‘My breasts are sore, very sore, so is my sex, it hurts a lot and I
don't think I could bear to touch it. My stomach is OK but she's nearly got
through the last couple of blows, I wouldn't want to face 2 belly shots one
after the other, but really I think I can manage, unless the dice give me
really bad options'. ‘That's what we think to', said Helen ‘so I think we can
spend this break trying to get your technique better. You've got a half decent
straight punch now which is great for breasts and upper belly, but you could
damage Val even more if we can show you how to hit her harder in her lower
belly. For the next 3 minutes Anne and Helen tried to coach Anita to use a
rudimentary uppercut. ‘That's it!' exclaimed Anne, ‘keep your knees bent a
little and step into it, perfect', just do a few more before the buzzer goes'.

In the other changing room Carl and Dave had been working on Val full time,
but it was difficult for them to give Val advice as it wasn't a boxing match,
the only thing they could do would be to try to coach Val in punching but
there just wasn't time as they needed to get Val fit enough to go back into
the ring. The only thing Dave could suggest was to only force the pace if
she'd tagged Anita with a good damaging punch, for the attritional punches to
breasts Dave suggested that Val take her time between punches. The other
decision they had to make was about Val's bra, Anita's punches down into the
tops of the breast were very damaging so Val wanted to have a new bra despite
the penalty breast punch this would entail, so Val was re-measured. Her boobs
had been a ‘D' cup but after 2 rounds of pounding they had swelled so much
that they were between E and F. This information was sent out to an official
who returned with exactly the same type of bra but an ‘F' cup. The larger bra
cups fully encased Val's breasts so it was unlikely that they'd be knocked out
so easily, well not until they'd swelled some more, but that was something
that Val didn't want to think about. Finally Dave and Carl had a very short
session with Val trying to improve her punching but all too soon the buzzer
went and after a quick dry and with a new bra Dave and Carl escorted Val into
the arena.

Anita had not changed her bra, in fact apart from Val's new bra neither
fighter had used fresh clothing so the two of them looked quite bedraggled as
they entered the arena, except for Val's bra which was still dry. Anita
stepped into position and her arms were tied by Anne and Helen, before the
ropes pulled her arms high and tight above her head. Whilst this was going on
the ref asked Val which article of clothing she was going to lose ‘the other
stocking' Val replied and just saying this made Val realise that she really
couldn't afford to lose more than 1 more round or Anita would be able to hit
her low too often, it would become a painful and quickly accelerating demise.

The ref made an announcement ‘A reminder to you all. If more than one penalty
blows is to be taken these blows must be to alternate breasts. I'd should also
remind you that the judge has set a minimum of 5 exchanges of punches each
before a round can be won or lost. So for these first 5 exchanges there is no
final count, remember though that a penalty breast shot will still be awarded
for each 20 seconds of delay'.

The fighters were ready and Anita looked to the scoreboard to see where she
would be hit. It wasn't a good start as the number 3 was steadily flashing
which meant her lower belly above her panties. Val smiled though, she needed a
good start and to hit Anita so low, especially while she was fresh was good.
Anita watched Val, a Val who after a 5 minute break looked in much better
shape, her breasts were fully covered by a much larger bra, that if anything
looked just a tad big and Anita doubted that she would be able to knock a
breast out of those cups just now. Then Val was approaching with that horrible
smirk on her face knowing that she was about to hurt Anita. Slowly,
deliberately Val lined up her punch and then paused and waited while Anita
squirmed in anticipation. Anita was trying to keep her belly muscles taught
but knew it would do little to stop Val's punch going in so low. She
remembered from the first round how much this was going to hurt and then Val's
fist was a blur as it zoomed in on Anita's lower belly. Thud, impact and then
‘urghhhhhhh' a low pitched hoarse scream was dragged out of Anita and
immediately she dropped to her knees and then pitched forward into a ball
before falling onto her side writhing in agony, her womb, her uterus, pounded
by Val's hard punch. Val quickly stepped into the restraints whilst for the
next 5 or 6 seconds Anita rode the waves of sickening pain and then slowly
started to try to roll and crawl to the edge of the circle where she could
hear Anne and Helen calling to her. She barely had control of her legs and any
movement where she stretched her belly sent new waves of agony through her.
After 10 seconds Anita had not made any progress, after 15 she'd started to
get enough control to at least be moving but her groans and gasps made it
clear how much agony she was in, with screwed up eyes she grimly forced
herself nearer to the circle until finally Anne was able to grab her and pull
her clear. The clock was now showing 25 seconds and Anne quickly got an ice
pack onto Anita's lower belly whilst Helen said, ‘look, it's 25 seconds now,
we'll get you up at 35, if you can stand then try and give Val one of the
penalty breast blows, you'll then gave 20 seconds before you give the next one
and don't forget you've got 3 penalty blows', ‘No, give me longer' gasped
Anita ‘I'd rather have another penalty against me and give good punches now
against Val'. So Anne and Helen worked on Anita whilst the clock ticked on
past 40 seconds. ‘Ok, lets get you up now' said Helen, and Anita slowly got to
her feet, she bent over and took some deep breaths before slowly straightened
with a much pained expression, ‘I'm ok' she said, ‘where have I got to hit
her?', ‘it's a 7 so you've 3 penalty breast blows and a blow to the left
breast, remember it's only the penalty blows that have to be alternate, start
with the left breast and you can hit it 3 times!', Ok, let me go whilst I've
time to prepare'.

Anita slowly and a little stiffly walked towards Val, the clock was on 53
seconds so she had 7 more seconds before she incurred a 3rd penalty blow.
Anita eyed up Val's new bra, through the top semi sheer material Anita could
see some of the bruising that she'd caused in the previous round, she vowed to
add more. She lined up her first punch and drove her fist straight into the
centre of Val's left bra cup. The glove sank into the soft billowy breast and
despite her pain Anita enjoyed the feel of her glove sinking in and in to
Val's breast, gradually meeting more and more resistance as the flesh
compacted beneath her fist. The bra ballooned out around Anita's glove as it
drove deep into Val and then as she withdrew her glove she had the
satisfaction of hearing Val groan with pain. Now for the right, and Anita
settled herself and used up time, taking deep breaths and tentatively
stretching her sore belly. She waited until 15 seconds had gone before
repeating the shot, this time to Val's right breast. Another hiss of pain as
the breast was squashed and again Anita took a breather, stretching a little
more and gradually looking more and more recovered, although she knew only too
well how sore she was downstairs. Now she lined up on Val's left breast again,
already sweat was starting to quickly stain Val's new bra as pain opened up
the pores in Val. She took aim and hit again, plumb centre and this time she
got more than a hiss, Val cried out, ‘arghhhhh' as her gland was crushed, so
Anita this time decided to send her last blow, the dice blow, quickly back
into the left breast. So just taking the time to set herself up she mustered
as much power as she could and drove her fist in one last time to Val's
breast. ‘ohhhharrggg' yelled Val and she staggered back arms flying as she
momentarily lost balance.

Anita thought about delaying getting into position but decided that she might
as well take the risk, if she had another gut punch she didn't think 15 or so
more seconds of rest would help so she stepped straight into the restraints
and was quickly tied in. She winced and her face creased with pain as she was
forced fully upright stretching her belly muscles, in fact little twitches,
spasms could be seen flitting across her belly as her muscles reacted to being
stretched so soon after being hurt by the gut punch. She knew she'd face 2
breast punches now and a look at the screen made it 3 as an 8 for a right
breast punch was displayed. Having survived the gut punch, albeit with a long
count, she resolved to do anything to win this round as like Val she realised
that as soon as you started to lose important clothing you were in a bad way,
if she won this round Val would have to remove either panties, garter belt or
bra and this would expand the area that could be hit. Panties would be first
but then lose a garter belt and any number other than a breast punch could
then be sent into the cunt. No one would survive long under those conditions.
But now Val was striding up and without a paused she drove a hard right into
Anita's right breast. The entire breast was enveloped by Val's glove and
squashed completely flat, Anita couldn't help but cry out and now Val was
lining up against her left breast. Bam and Anita felt faint with the sudden
explosion of pain, she didn't even know if she'd cried out but before she
could take stock Val was driving her fist into Anita's right breast. This time
she knew she'd cried out, she let loose a full bloodied scream as pain
enveloped her, it felt like her breast was skewered with white hot needles and
her face blanched and contorted with pain as she slowly sank down after the
ropes released. Crouching down for a few moments she realised that Val was not
hurrying to the ropes so she forced herself up, finding that her legs were not
quite as steady as she'd thought and made her way to Anne and Helen. Ice was
quickly held to Anita's breast and groin until Val finally allowed herself to
be restrained.

The scoreboard read ‘8', Val's right breast. Anita, strode up to Val and
decided to take the punch quickly so with the clock showing only 4 seconds,
she steadied herself and drove her fist into Val's right bra cup. So soon
after the earlier blows Anita's punch hurt Val. She let out a yell of pain and
stepped back, bringing her arms up as if to support her boobs. Anita though
had quickly got into position and looked around quickly to see her fate.

A ‘4', her belly above the suspender belt. Could she take it?, she tensed and
un-tensed her muscles as Val took her time before finally approaching. Val
took aim seemingly at a spot just above Anita's garter and Anita tensed her
muscles ready for the impact. But Val didn't strike low, she'd hit Anita twice
in the solar plexus in earlier rounds so she again aimed for the spot in the
centre of Anita's chest just below her bra. ‘Thwack' Val's glove struck home
against Anita's breast bone and suddenly Anita was gasping and sinking to the
ground unable to speak or breath as agonizing numbness spread through her
chest. Val, did step into her bounds quickly this time as Anita sunk low to
her haunches propping herself up on her gloves and sinking lower and lower to
the ring floor.

For Anita, the pain was one thing but perhaps worse was not being able to
breath, try as she might she could barely draw breath and was starting to see
flashes of light before her eyes before finally she was able to drag in a
little air. She glanced at the clock, 12 seconds had passed so she slowly got
back to her feet and looked quickly to see where she would strike Val. It
still said 4. If only she could generate some power. She took what remaining
time there was and brought herself fully upright and took aim before driving
her fist into Val's belly right into the bruising above her suspender belt.
Her strike was not at full power but it still sank into Val's belly leaving
Val gasping for breath, her turn to sink to the floor, and this time Anita was
in no hurry either so she too squatted back down and tried to recover before
she stepped into the restraints.

A 7, Anita noted, so her left breast would be battered. She knew she would
have to take the pain here, already her breasts felt much more swollen than
earlier and she wondered how bad things would get before this was over. Val
waited before coming over and preparing to strike. She took aim and Anita
steeled herself then the punch struck. This time Val had angled her punch up
into the base and outside of Anita's breast to see if she could knock it out
of the bra, she hit solidly and with power but she drove the cup and breast up
Anita's chest together before her glove crushed into Anita's chest wall, for a
moment it looked like she might drag the bra up over the top but Anita's wet
slicked breast slipped back in as bra and cup sank back down but Val learnt
something as Anita yelled out a huge scream, Anita didn't that punch at all!
In fact as Val's glove struck home Anita feared her breast was been torn of
her body. The straight drives had been agony, but this punch still squashed
her breast flat but also stretched it up her body adding a new dimension to
the pain. As she stepped out of the restraints she looked down and she could
see the bruising through the tight sheer bra.

She quickly went over to Anne who had an ice pack, but she watched for Val to
step into her restraints, despite the pain she was going to try and keep up a
fast pace. As soon as Val moved towards the restraints Anita strode up ready
and waiting to strike, a ‘6' lit up so a blow to Val's right breast. No sooner
had the clock lit up Anita struck, she tried the same shot as Val had just
made to see if she could knock Val's breast out of the new bra, but despite a
promising bulge and glimpse of bruised breast flesh as the orb whipped up
Val's body it remained secure in Val's bra, and Anita learnt something to, it
didn't hurt Val anything like as much when she drove up into her breast, the
heavy orb absorbed the blow and although it hurt, Anita was fighting gravity
and couldn't impel enough force to do serious damage. She resolved to wait
until Val's breast had swollen some more.

Anita quickly stepped into position and looked to see the scoreboard, another
7 for her left breast, and Anita had a feeling she knew what was coming. Val
meanwhile had gone over to Carl and Dave and Dave was giving her some advice
whilst Carl doused her with icy water. Then Anita watched her stride up and
take position some way over to her left and take aim at her left breast from
maybe 30 degrees of full on. Val drove a hard straight punch into the outside
bottom half of Anita's left breast, angling just slightly downwards into the
bottom outside half, the effect was dramatic as Anita's breast shot up like a
rocket whilst the bra was dragged down, the thud of Val's glove was quickly
followed by the wet slap of Anita's breast hitting her upper chest. ‘Like
squeezing soap' Dave had said and Val smiled, it had worked. Anita's left
breast was now naked, the bra cup rucked up underneath was pushing it up a
little but, in truth the pert (despite being battered and bruised) breast did
not need a bra. Anita's breast sort of grew out again towards the areola
which, in turn were tipped with prominent nipples, you'd could almost call it
a puffy breast and her breasts had remained firm, pert, and she considered
them her best asset. Even now, bruised battered and swollen the audience had
ooh'd as the breast came into view.

Anita was relived if a little mortified, the blow had hurt but nothing like
earlier breast blows. With Val in no hurry Anita went across to Anne and Helen
who whilst not allowed to replace the bra cup could sit it better under
Anita's breast. Then, this job accomplished Anita strode quickly back into the
ring as Val was being strung up, her pert breast bobbing up and down as she
strode in. The crowd which had mostly been silent so far had perked up (sorry
:() with Anita's breast on view so were alert to the number which flashed on
screen, a ‘2', Val's lower belly, above the panties. Anita had won each of the
previous rounds with this blow as Val well remembered so Val tried with all
her might to tighten her stomach muscles. But Anita with awful purpose didn't
give Val time to dwell, she set herself quickly but carefully and then drove
her fist into the already weakened spot in the centre of Val's lower belly,
just above the panties. Anita felt the flesh give and almost imagined that she
could feel internal organs all being squeezed and pushed aside as her glove
drove in. Her eyes gleamed in satisfaction as Val lost all her breath in a
quick violent explosive ‘ufffff' and then pitched forward onto the ring floor.

Anita quickly stepped into the restraints and was amazed as Dave stepped in
and hauled Val out of the ring. ‘3 penalty blows to the breast against Val'
announced the ref. But Dave knew what he was doing and had decided that Val
wouldn't get out of the circle in time for them to help her and he also knew
that whilst Val might survive losing another round, she certainly could not
afford to lose two, so penalty blows might be the best option if it kept her
alive in this round. As a potential third round loss Val had 50 seconds to
punch Anita so they needed to work on her. Icy water was poured over her, ice
packs were applied shoulders worked, and everything that they were allowed to
do they did. So that at 35 seconds they had her unsteadily on her feet and a
quick glance told them that the dice had rolled 7, Anita's still covered left
breast.

Anita could tell that Val would make the count but she was pleased that she'd
have a number of breast shots to take. Val started in towards Anita with 40
seconds on the clock. Anita watched her progress, she was hunched over and
ashen faced but a look of determination was still evident on her face as she
set up to the side of Anita, obviously intent on repeating her earlier blow
and thus liberating Anita's left breast. Sucking in great draughts of air Val
steadied herself and then drove her fist in. She struck the target but with
not enough force to liberate Anita's breast so Anita quickly and with relief
stepped away to briefly rejoin Anne and Helen.

Val sunk to the floor again as Carl and Dave came in to help her into her
restraints. ‘5 Penalty blows' the ref announced, ‘to alternate breasts'. Dave
and Carl delayed as long as possible, working on Val rather than restrain her
but seeing the clock approaching 20 they quickly got Val tied in place and
then looked to see the dice. A 6, Vals right breast. So Val would take 6 blows
to the breast and probably 4 to the right against 2 to the left. Anita had
already worked this out so she stood fist poised to strike and waited as the
last few inches of tension was applied to the ropes hauling Val's arms up
tight. At the first possible instant Anita drove her fist into Val's large
right breast, ‘Arghhh' went Val, but already Anita was set for the left breast
and another straight punch to the centre of the bra cup dragging another cry
from Val. Anita re set herself quickly, she wanted Val to have no recovery
time so almost immediately she blasted Val's right breast again and Val's
cries became more anguished and constant. 3 More punches and Anita kept up her
fast pace, now the left breast took it's hit and Val had tears of pain
mingling with the sweat running down her face and now the last 2 punches, both
to the right breast. Anita paused for a moment and almost seemed to wait while
Val calmed slightly, but Anita was trying to asses whether to try and knock
Val's breasts out of her bra, in the end she decided not to just yet so drove
in two quick punches to Val's right breast, each punch drawing a more agonised
wail from Val who sat down on her haunches hunched over her knees and rocked
back and forth willing the pain to subside.

Anita though had locked her feet in the restraints and saw the number 8 flash
up on screen, her bare right breast. Val was still rocking forwards and
backwards with the clock on 8 seconds, but slowly she awkwardly stood up.
She'd been drenched with water not long before but Anita was sure that Val was
once again sweating profusely, maybe from pain, but also perhaps a lack of
fitness? Either way Anita watched as Val made her way forward and set herself
up in front of Val. Her fist drew back and then wump, it thudded into the
underside of Anita bare right breast and drove up squashing and stretching it
up Anita's torso. Anita's turn to scream – this was agony as knifing pain
ripped through her and she was almost sobbing as she stepped back from the
restraints. She went for some quick relief whilst Val once again took her
time.

A 6 was showing so Val's right breast. After the pain of the punch she'd just
received Anita was glad in a way to have the chance to pay back, and now Val
was strapped in she strode up. She regarded Val's bra again, it was starting
to push out, especially the right cup which Anita had just thumped 4 times in
quick succession so, Anita decided to try and free it. She took careful aim
and blasted her fist, driving up into the base from the outside. She put
everything she had into the blow and for a moment she thought she'd not quite
managed it as the top half of the breast appeared and then the nipple just
peaked out whilst Anita's glove was still embedded but as Bra and breast sank
down a second bounce just released enough flesh for the orb to slip out of the
bra to hang low and huge on Val's chest. Val walked away from the restraints,
she knew the next blow to that breast would hurt a lot more now that Anita
could target the top slope down into her ribs. She took a breather while Anita
quickly strapped herself in place.

A 12, oh no Anita cried to herself. Another blow to her cunt. Val strode up
with a happy gleam of Anticipation and with just a moment to set herself she
crashed her fist into Anita's wet panties. Pain, utter and total pain froze
Anita and she collapsed to the floor, but Helen virtually caught her and
dragged her out of the circle. ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry' she cried quietly to
Anita, ‘but I don't want you to lose'.. ‘It's ok, I don't want to either'
gasped Anita, Barely able to speak. But Anne was trying to sort her out and
had forced an ice pack between Anita's legs and between Helen and Anne they
worked hard to try and get Anita back to her feet. Meanwhile Val had for once
quickly strapped herself into position and waited to see what would happen,
she could see that if Anita did make it her right breast would be tagged as an
‘8' glowed bright on the scoreboard.

Anita willed the pain from her cunt to diminish, ice helped but would it help
quick enough. Anne and Helen worked furiously, Helen in particular was so
anxious that Anita would survive to justify her action in hauling her out of
the ring. Anita sensed Helen's feelings and somehow this helped her resolve in
trying to get back on her feet. At 20 seconds she forced her self back up onto
very unsteady and weak legs, but shrugged of Anne and Helen and slowly made
her way in towards Val. 1 step, 2 steps, plenty of time she told herself with
the clock on 24 seconds, but she had to fight waves of pain and nausea as she
made her way across the ring. In range at last and almost out on her feet she
barely tapped Val's breast before sagging to the floor.

Val was a little disappointed, but hoped she'd have a good roll of the dice.
She waited while Helen and Anne worked on Anita once more before finally they
had to strap her in position. Anita allowed the ropes to hold her so sagged
down until the motors started to draw the ceiling ropes back up lifting Anita
fully upright. The ref had announce 4 penalty blows to the breast, 3 for Helen
steeping into the circle and one because of the 20 second penalty and now
Anita looked to see what else would be in store. Oh no, a 10, a blow to her
suspender belt, but her stomach had held firm thus far so she hoped it would
again. Val was waiting, ready to punch as soon as the ropes were fully
retracted and she targeted Anita's still covered left breast, clearly
intending to knock it out of the bra as she had with the right earlier.
Punching from the side she angled her fist into the outside bottom half of
Anita's left breast and as with the right her breast exploded out of the bra
cup, 2 pert breasts with heavy bruising in the centre and underneath, any un
bruised skin was almost white but the centre and underneath of each breast was
heavily bruised, and about to become even more bruised. Val paused and re set
herself to hit Anita's right breast. ‘thwock' and Val's glove smacked up into
the sweaty breast squashing it flat up Anita's body. Anita yelped with the
sharp pain, and Val carefully took aim now at Anita's left breast and again
shot it up Anita's body with a powerful upward drive and then she quickly
switched back to the right breast and this time drove straight in at Anita's
large nipped squashing the breast flat and straight into Anita's chest. Each
blow tormented Anita and she yelled in pain with each impact, but now she knew
she must quickly tense her stomach muscles and, just in time, she did just
that as Val's fist hit with a solid sounding thump. Anita gasped and lost
quite some air but her stomach shield had held out one more time and although
partially winded she had survived. She forced herself to stay upright and
staggered off to Helen, falling into her arms as she reached the edge of the
circle. She allowed Helen to sit her down and Anne quickly got ice packs out,
especially for her groin and breasts.

Val though had quickly strapped herself in so the respite was brief. Helen
looked for the number, ‘a 9' she said excitedly, ‘Val's belly, above the susi
belt, come on Ani give her a good belt', ‘ok, I'll try, I guess my arms are OK
so, so long as I can stand up I'll do it' and she gave Helen a quick hug as
she was lifted onto her feet with 10 seconds showing on the clock. Anita's
breasts and sex were on fire and her belly hurt despite the fact her muscle
shield had largely held, but she was on her feet and reasonably steady. And,
with Val's belly to target she had motivation. Sweat shimmered all over Val,
as she waited, hoping that Anita was not able to punch at full strength. But
Anita could, or at least at 90% strength which still meant that her punch
easily broke through Val's weak muscle shield. ‘Oompfff' went a despairing
Val, each blow to her belly seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper and this
blow even if not absolutely as hard still drove all of her air out of her
lungs. Val sagged down and Anita relaxed just a little, maybe her crisis was
over, it just depended on the next roll of the dice. Either way, she decided
not to give Val any extra time so she quickly stepped into the restraints.

A 7 was displayed and Anita was reasonably please. Her breasts hurt like hell,
it was agony even but not disabling, at least not yet. She took some comfort
from watching Val's slow progress towards Carl and Dave. It took 10 seconds
before she reached the circle and then she slumped down, legs out in front of
her and head down between her knees as she tried to recover her wind. The blow
from Anita was recoverable from, she knew, but for the moment it had sapped
her energy so she desperately tried to get wind into her body. Her pose meant
that her breasts were pushed against her knees and they ballooned out as she
sat there with Dave and Carl sponging her body with icy cold sponges. At 15
seconds Dave tried to get Val up but she still couldn't make it so they
allowed the clock to go past 20 seconds, lifting her again as the clock reach
30. Anita was watching as Val unsteadily made her way across the ring, her
breathing was very ragged as she tried to suck in more air and her breasts
heaved in response to her lungs hard work. But, like Anita, there was nothing
wrong with her fists and she could still stand so she was able to power her
fist up into the underside of Anita's left breast. Anita yelled out with
another painful assault on her breast as it was driven up her body yet again,
then staggering away she went to Anne and Helen, knowing that Val was not
likely to be quick about strapping herself in.

Ice and a few words of encouragement helped Anita and finally she saw Carl and
Dave helping Val into position, so with a glance at the scoreboard she set of.
An 8 was the verdict, Val's right breast. So with the penalty that was two
blows to the breast and now she could hit down and crush it against Val's
ribs. So, that's what she did and Val screamed in agony as Anita's glove drove
down into the top half of her breast and trapped it against her ribs. For a
moment the tip of the breast swelled like an overinflated balloon as Anita's
glove trapped and forced flesh to move within the gland. It then occurred to
her that were she was hitting (if she remembered her anatomy classes
correctly) would be concentrating her force into the milk glands and crushing
these sensitive areas against Val's ribs. And, now she could do it again.
Val's breathing was ragged as pain coursed through her but Anita didn't wait
long, setting herself up again she powered down with all her strength and this
time was rewarded with an anguished ‘Nooooooo' from Val who dropped to the
ground hugging her breast and gasping for breath as she rode the waves of
pain.

Anita quickly got into position and hoped for a kind dice roll. Fairly kind, a
7, her left breast. She waited while Val recovered and then slowly forced
herself upright still breathing quickly and raggedly through an open mouth.
Val's legs seemed stiff but she got into position and powered her punch in,
another punch up into the underside of Anita's breast and again Anita couldn't
help but scream as now it was her turn for waves of pain to hit. She awkwardly
kept her balance as the ropes released and waited for Val, allowing Helen to
hold ice against her chest for a short while.

Now it was her turn and it was a 5, Val's left breast and as Val was being
strapped in she quickly strode in, her breasts bobbing painfully. She powered
her fist down the moment she was allowed and this time Val's left breast was
pummelled against her ribs and a hoarse shriek was the response from Val who
couldn't maintain her balance when the ropes released, she couldn't bring her
wide spread legs back together so she slid down in an ungainly heap.

Anita was ready to receive her blow though so Val had to move. Slowly she
forced her self up, her ragged breathing echoing around the arena and found
that she had a 9, Anita's upper belly. Anita tensed, this was when Val
targeted her solar plexus and she could tell that Val was doing the same
again. The punch landed and Anita weakly coughed as she lost air, but somehow
the punch didn't have quite the same effect; Val had not set herself properly
and the punch was much weaker for it so Anita managed to quickly get her
breathing back under control and now waited for Val to be strung up

And waited as Val sunk down on her haunches and just kept sucking in mouthfuls
of air, if anything she looked faint as the heat and pace in the arena took
its toll. Finally Val had to be strapped in place before the clock reached 20
and Anita looked to see where she would be hitting. An 11, Val's suspender
belt. Anita drew herself up another few inches as the prospect of this punch
buoyed her. Striking at a downward angle she used what Helen had taught her in
the break before this round, stepping in and transferring her weight forward
and down through her arm as the blow struck into the centre of Val's suspender
belt. An explosion of breath left Val's mouth as Anita's glove sunk deep, very
deep into Val's middle. The ropes released and Val's legs shot out from her
and she plonked down on her bum, hard. Whether from the blow to the belly, the
fall to her bum or from the lack of oxygen Val fainted. Anita watched her eyes
roll back in her head and she slumped senseless to the ground.

Dave rushed in, he had to with an unconscious fighter, regardless of the
penalty. And with smelling salts he brought Val round before dragging her out
of the circle. She lay gasping for breath and Dave and Carl tried to help but
the cumulative punishment was too much despite all of their efforts. 20
seconds, 30 seconds and it seemed clear that she wouldn't make it, at 40
seconds Carl half heartedly tried to lift her but although Val tried she
quickly lost all strength and became a dead weight.

And so Anita had won the third round. And the ref announced in confirmation
‘3rd round to Anita. As this is the third round lost by Val there will be a 10
minute break between rounds. Anita will face the first punch of the next
round, then Val will receive 5 penalty blows to the breast at her first turn'.
Anita was fairly satisfied, her breasts were in agony, her cunt was on fire
still and she was dreadfully tired but, she felt, fitter than Val so if the
fight was attritional, breast punch after breast punch with the occasional
body blow she knew she could hold out. Now she desperately wanted to win one
more round from Val as then with probably panties removed for this round Val
would have to decide between losing her bra or suspender belt. Anita reckoned
she'd lose the susi belt but this meant that every punch other than a breast
punch could be anywhere on Val's body, and in Val's condition so long as Anita
could punch that would be a winning punch. The only downside would be if Val
got a good punch in first, another cunt punch would finish Anita for a round
and her lower belly wasn;t much better either, nor her upper belly come to
that with Val's blows to her breast bone. So she needed a little luck yet to
get through. These were her thoughts as she was led away by Anne and Helen.

Carl and Dave had to carry Val. In truth they didn't hold out much hope. Val
had strength but no stamina, nor the proper skill to use her strength and the
opportunity to teach her was lost as at the end of each round she was in no
fit state and needed work to bring her around. Now with 10 minutes instead of
5 they'd have had a chance but with the state Val was in, she needed rest and
working on. They'd have to see what they could do, but like Anita they were
pinning Val's hopes on a 12 as the first punch against Anita in the next
round. ‘1 in 36' Carl said, that's Val's chances, she needs a 12 first throw
next round or she's had it. I agree, or at least a 12 very early.

Would Val get her wish? Would Dave and Carl have the chance to improve her
punching? Would another blow to Anita' belly break through her muscle shield?
We'll know in the next chapter, to follow ASAP!

Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ