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



Leoni had, initially, been quite upset after her battle with Miya to find that 
she had no choice but to allow herself to be protected and trained by the state 
but, after the first couple of months had gone by she and her trainers, 
realised that she had an incredible aptitude and developing fitness for the 
punishing regime that she was undertaking. Leoni began to look forward to each 
new challenge with more and more enthusiasm which turned into positive enjoyment 
the day when she was able to destroy one of her sadistic training partners, a 
training partner deliberately chosen to needle and taunt Leoni into pushing 
herself hard enough to fight back successfully.

It had started two months after her fight with Miya and one month into her 
training regime. She’d needed a month just to recover enough to start training 
and even then her body was still sore, her breasts which had taken so much 
punishment were still tender inside and she was afflicted by a general tiredness 
and lassitude due to the nanobots that were still working away inside her 
repairing the damage inflicted by Miya’s fists. This was just starting to 
dissipate after a month of hard physical training, no fighting, just hard 
fitness routines. But this changed when one of her trainers, Angela, introduced 
Jen as a sparring partner. 

Jen, to put it bluntly, was a sadistic, vicious, nasty piece of work and it was 
her mission to severely rough up Leoni. Jen was tall and lanky, with straggly 
dirty blonde hair and a hard demeanour. She was introduced to Leoni halfway 
through one of her training regimes as a new ‘helper’, Leoni’s first view of Jen 
was from a prone position lying on her back legs splayed astride a bench, Leoni 
was doing a series of bench presses. Looking up she saw Jen, dressed in a tight 
red leotard, the thin strip of material passing over her crotch dug in deep to a 
pair of shiny black leggings and every muscle and sinew from her feet to her 
prominent breasts was clearly etched in the shiny lycra material that fit like a 
second skin. Jen looked with disdain at Leoni’s sweat covered body, a white 
sports bra protected her still slightly swollen breasts and Leoni’s erect 
nipples and areola could be seen through the wet, semi transparent material. 
Down below she wore a black, full cut bikini bottom. 

‘Leoni’ said Angela, ‘finish your reps and come out to the boxing ring, Jen here 
is going to spar with you. We’ll start of with some gentle sessions which we’ll 
then build up over the next few weeks depending how you get on’. With that 
Angela left the room leaving Jen and Leoni alone. ‘How many more have you got to 
do?’ asked Jen ’10 more’, gasped Leoni as she heaved the bar up once more ‘ohh 
come on, get on with it then’ snapped Jen who then stepped out of Leoni’s 
vision. Angered by this Leoni quickened her pace, snapping the bar up, and hold, 
1, 2, 3 and then down and quickly up again and hold 1, 2 and 3. Leoni was aware 
of Jen pacing around the small area of the gym but did her best to ignore the 
distraction and used her remaining reps to calm her anger down but as she pushed 
up and held the bar up for the last time, her body stretched out taught with 
effort, Jen suddenly appeared back in view holding a medicine ball in both hands 
high above her head. Before Leoni could react Jen threw the heavy ball down hard 
into the black material of Leoni’s bikini bottom. ‘urghhhhh’ went Leoni and the 
bar crashed down into it’s rest as Leoni spasmed into a ball, falling of the 
bench she writhed on the floor clutching her lower belly, her mouth gaping as 
she gasped in pain and shock. ‘Keep your muscles tensed at all times’ said Jen 
‘and always be ready. Now come on, let’s get to the ring and see if you can hit 
me back’.

Leoni slowly recovered and painfully hauled herself onto her feet, her face pale 
and wreathed in sweat. She pushed herself up, breathing heavily and started to 
follow Jen out of the room into the long narrow corridor that led to the ring 
area. Jen walked slowly ahead, 3 to 4 paces ahead of Leoni who was in no hurry. 
Sensing Leoni dropping behind Jen paused and turned back to see Leoni catching 
up to her and then, with exquisite timing, she turned away as if to carry on but 
with a quick half step back and a powerful swing of her arm she drove her right 
elbow hard into Leoni’s right breast, the sharp bony point of Jen’s elbow rising 
up into the swell of Leoni’s pert breast and crushing it viciously, the hard 
elbow like a skewer impaling Leoni’s sensitive gland. Leoni screamed and dropped 
sobbing in agony to the floor as Jen’s elbow sunk deep into her, this one single 
blow so much harder than anything Miya had dished out to her and she rocked 
forward and backwards on her haunches willing the pain to subside, but wave 
after wave assailed her. Jen watched with satisfaction, even through the bra an 
ugly deep bruise could be seen developing just below Leoni’s nipple, a job well 
done Jen thought to herself as after a good few minutes Leoni forced herself 
back to her feet, still holding an obviously swollen and tender right breast 
and, glaring balefully at Jen she stomped into the ring area.

Angela pretended not to notice the bruising on Leoni and threw a pair of mouth 
gaurds and gloves to both Leoni and Jen who were both helped to lace them on by 
assistant trainers. Leoni vowed to make Jen pay and was eager to plunge her 
fists into Jen’s prominent bust in revenge for Jen’s two attacks on her. She 
barely listened as Angela said, ‘Right, we’re not going to have rounds here, 
remember this is a sparring session not a fight so quick and clean with a fast 
pace. Ok, let’s do it’.

With that invitation Leoni flew at Jen with just barely concealed rage, her 
right fist flying out towards the point of Jen’s jaw but Jen neatly sidestepped 
and drove her left glove into Leoni’s already injured right breast, the blow 
made worse by Leoni’s forward dash. Jen’s glove sunk into Leoni’s small pert 
breast crushing the gland into Leoni’s chest and spinning Leoni around with the 
force of the blow so that she again faced Jen who had moved to Leoni’s right. 
Leoni’s cry of anguish was overlayed with a shriek of rage but this was 
instantly cut of by Jen’s right fist which crashed into Leoni’s open mouth. Jen 
then easily swayed back out of reach of a wild left from Leoni who now had the 
bitter taste of blood and swelling lips adding fuel to her rage at Jen.

Jen had quickly stepped back from Leoni’s wild left swing but as Leoni’s glove 
whistled past her face Jen quickly stepped in and sent a quick one two into 
Leoni’s unguarded left side, a left low into Leoni’s ribs and a right uppercut 
dug into the base of Leoni’s left breast, each blow landing cleanly as the crisp 
smack of leather on skin and lycra resounded around the room. Leoni shuddered as 
each blow sunk home but again found that Jen had drifted out of range, her 
attempts at a follow up punch meeting thin air as Jen retreated away from the 
enraged Leoni. Breathing heavily, with blood flecked swollen lips and a right 
breast showing bruising even through a bra Leoni charged after Jen who now 
played Leoni like a matador. Swaying aside from a wild right hand swing Jen’s 
own right swept across Leoni’s charging body and thudded into the inside of 
Leoni’s right breast stopping Leoni dead in her tracks until a left from Jen 
crashed into Leoni’s right cheek snapping her head around her long hair whipping 
around flinging sweat across the ring as she automatically brought her guard up 
leaving her body open for Jen to punish. A straight right scored a bullseye on 
the erect nipple of Leoni’s left breast and then a left crashed into the ribs 
low on Leoni’s right side, these two punches driving Leoni back into the ropes 
before a final fierce right plunged low into the centre of Leoni’s belly causing 
Leoni to sag back against the ropes, her belly weakened from the earlier 
pounding from the medicine ball, caved in to Jen’s glove which sunk deep driving 
all the breath from her body.

A stricken Leoni lurched forward, mouth agape, into a clinch and was embraced 
with open arms by Jen who swung Leoni around away from the ropes and pounded 
lefts and rights into Leoni’s kidneys. Leoni gasped with pain and tried to 
escape the punishing blows but Jen held firm alternating between using her left 
and right to alternately hold and punch Leoni who was gradually becoming more 
and more of a dead weight. Jen finally decided she’d dished out enough kidney 
punches and she swung Leoni around and pushed her back into the ropes. Instantly 
Leoni’s sagged at the knees and fell backwards into the ropes but with enough 
momentum to be propelled back up and towards Jen who promptly brought her knee 
up viciously, driving it low into Leoni’s black bikini bottoms. ‘urghhhhhh’ 
gasped Leoni as she pitched forward and collapsed, writhing at the feet of Jen.

Angela caught Jen’s eye and gave a quick wink and gestured for her to leave the 
ring. Meanwhile Leoni was riding the waves of pain from her sex, gloves clenched 
between her legs as she tried to squeeze the pain away her face a mask of pain. 
Angela waved a couple of the junior trainers in to help Leoni and an ice pack 
was eased between her legs and slowly Leoni began to recover. Finally she was 
eased to her feet to face Angela who said ‘That’s it for today, we’ve finished 2 
hours early’ and she paused before yelling at Leoni ‘AND THAT IS NOT 
SATISFACTORY’ before pausing again and the dismissing Leoni with ‘Get some rest, 
we’ll make up the hours tomorrow’.

Make up time they did. Leoni had never worked so hard and with her aches and 
pains she was completely shattered by the time the next days fitness training 
had finished and the pattern continued for the next few days before Angela once 
again introduced sparring – this time she led the training, using padded gloves 
she worked Leoni hard coaching her in methods of defence and attack, picking up 
on any flaws with ruthlessness and a sharp tongue. After another 3 weeks of hard 
training Jen reappeared mid way through the afternoon session. Leoni was working 
out stretching and didn’t see Jen walk in but she felt her when, by accident, 
Jen crashed a 20kg weight into Leoni’s upper thigh and then, in vainly trying to 
save Leoni from a heavy fall, Jen’s knee somehow managed to drive hard into 
Leoni’s lower belly. Just after this unfortunate incident Jen was able to tell 
Leoni that she was here to spar again but that the session would probably only 
be for a few minutes so Leoni better make the most of it. Then Jen 
‘accidentally’ trod on a still prone Leoni as she made her way out to the ring. 
In truth the resulting sparring session was little different than Leoni’s first 
encounter as blinded by rage Leoni hurled punch after punch at Jen who calmly 
evaded every wild swing and was able to subdue Leoni with no more than a dozen 
well placed blows. Leoni was then helped away with Angela’s angry words still 
ringing in her ear but Leoni had now a deep burning desire to destroy Jen 
utterly if she was ever again put in a ring with her.

Without any prompting from Angela, Leoni worked and pushed herself remorselessly 
over the next 4 weeks until late one afternoon after almost a full day of hard 
training Jen made her third appearance. This time though Leoni was wary enough 
to sense the new presence in the room but outwardly she made no sign and carried 
on with her repetitions as Jen sidled ever closer up to her. Angela watched on a 
closed circuit monitor as Jen stealthily approached Leoni from behind with a 
dumbbell clenched in her fist poised to strike but, at the last moment, Leoni 
rolled of the bench just as Jen struck so that dumbbell bounced harmlessly of 
the padded bench. Leoni sprang up to confront Jen and Angela watched nervously, 
wondering whether she should rush in to prevent an uncontrolled fight. Then as 
Leoni stood and glared at Jen, Jen sneered back at Leoni and moved in close 
licking her lips before spitting directly into Leoni’s face. Leoni didn’t 
flinch, she just stood her ground poised and ready for anything that might 
happen. The watching Angela smiled with relief and quickly joined the two in the 
gym. ‘Ok, up for some more sparring are we? Come on then let’s go’. With that 
she turned and strode towards the ring followed by Jen and a watchful Leoni.

Leoni was quite lean and tall, maybe 5’ 6’’ and as we know she had small pert 
breasts. For this sparring session she was dressed as she had been for her gym 
routine in a pair of black high cut bikini bottoms and she had a tight fitting 
crop top which, being soaked in sweat, you could clearly tell that she had no 
bra underneath as surrounding the large peaks of her nipples her areola could 
clearly be seen through the white material. Jen was wearing the same red Leotard 
over black shorts that she’d worm for her earlier session with Leoni. She stood 
a good few inches taller than Leoni and was muscular in a wiry sort of way and 
apart from a generous bosom she had no obvious trace of excess fat.

‘Ok’, said Angela ‘no rounds, no breaks, just good clean sparring. If anyone 
takes a tumble we’ll have a 1 minute break, other than that I want a continuous 
session, so long as you only use fists I will not be stopping the session’.

Leoni worked hard to keep her emotions under control while Jen tried to rile her 
with looks and comments whilst they were being gloved up and now that they were 
facing each other in the ring Leoni had settled into full, determined focus. All 
her attention was on Jen, but not on what she was saying, just her actions and 
the position of her body and fists so that when Angela said ‘start’ Leoni 
ignored the beckoned ‘come on’ from Jen and stood poised and ready in the centre 
of the ring.

For the first few moments they both circled each other, guards held high. Then 
Jen, with a lightning drive forward jabbed a quick left towards Leoni’s face but 
in one movement Leoni swayed her upper body aside to the right and towards Jen 
which allowed Jen’s fist to miss to her left but also added impetus to her own 
crisp right which powered into Jen’s jutting left breast driving it in and 
across her body. With a sharp intake of breath Jen backed of before Leoni could 
strike again, the first blow that Leoni had landed on Jen in 3 sessions had been 
hard and crisp and proved that Jen was wearing a sports bra! As the solidly 
pancaked breast had quickly sprung back into shape with barely a ripple through 
the red lycra leotard. Unlike Leoni whose breasts, firm or not, were bouncing 
around under her top, her nipples gyrating in time with her movements. Jen tried 
leading with a left again but this time Leoni slipped the punch the other way 
and again was able to slip it with a sideways and forward motion that this time 
aided her own left to slip under Jen’s right guard into her ribs low on Jen’s 
right side. The crisp punch brought a slight gasp from Jen as she again quickly 
stepped back out of range and now she became more circumspect as slowly, backing 
around the ring she was stalked by Leoni. Suddenly Jen sprang forward and jabbed 
into Leoni’s face and Leoni, as she now done twice before, slipped the punch, 
this time dodging to Jen’s right and was driving forward as Jen’s left whizzed 
past her left ear with Leoni’s right fist driving hard in towards Jen’s right 
breast, but before Leoni’s fist reached it’s target Jen’s right crunched into 
Leoni’s cheek whipping her head around violently stopping Leoni dead in her 
tracks. Quickly, with Leoni in some disarray, Jen drove her left up into Leoni’s 
right boob driving it up before squashing it flat against Leoni’s body. Leoni 
winced and just managed to get her head out of the way of Jen’s next punch, a 
right, before quickly retreating.

Jen quickly closed so as to keep the attack going and, expecting Leoni to 
continue her retreat, she perhaps rushed on a little too quickly and Leoni 
smoothly stepped forward and released her right fist into the firm swell of 
Jen’s left breast stopping Jen dead in her tracks. Leoni’s counter attack 
continued with a left between the eyes and Jen, stumbling backwards, 
instinctively raised her guard allowing Leoni for the third time to sink her 
right fist deep into Jen’s left breast and then a hard left drove into Jen’s 
gleaming red leotard just below the waistband of Jen’s black shorts.

Jen stepped back breathing hard and with a pained expression; this wasn’t so 
easy as her earlier fights. With barely a pause Leoni started to close, she was 
sodden with sweat from her workout but noted now that Jen’s leotard was becoming 
spotted with dark sweat stains as at the same time with superb fluid timing she 
slipped inside a defensive left jab from Jen and powered a one two into Jen’s 
left breast, first a straight right hit solidly to the centre of the breast 
forcing the leotard to bulge out around the invading glove and then as the 
breast popped back into shape it was hit from below by a left which arced up 
into the large swell of Jen’s breast driving it up Jen’s body stretching and 
scrunching up the red lycra as it went before with a couple of restrained 
bounces it settled once more back into position. Jen’s breath hissed as she took 
a quick pained gulp of air with the first impact and then her mouth opened in a 
small ‘O’ as a short gasp was drawn from her but before Leoni could fully 
withdraw Jen fired of her own right across Leoni’s retreating body which caught 
the outside of Leoni’s left breast whipping it across Leoni’s body, the wet slap 
of flesh against flesh resounding across the ring.

Leoni showed no emotion as the blow struck even though, through the almost 
transparent top, the blow could be seen to have struck hard whipping Leoni’s 
pert breast across her body. Instead she completed her retreat and stood poised 
and ready as Jen tried to force a follow up. Jen strode forward with her left 
lead powering it’s way towards Leoni’s face but as she’d done several times 
already Leoni swayed inside Jen’s punch and using Jen’s and her own forward 
momentum to add impact she drove her right fist hard up into the underside of 
Jen’s left breast, this punch being the hardest she’d yet landed staggered Jen 
and for a moment she seemed like a marionette with cut strings, her head flung 
forwards with hair streaming out in front of her flinging droplets of sweat 
across the ring, her legs tangled as her bodies forward momentum was momentarily 
stopped but this tangle turned into a trip and she started to fall towards 
Leoni, instinctively raising her right arm to save herself before she regained 
her balance. But, raising her right arm even for an instant left her completely 
open as her left arm was now draped over Leoni’s shoulder allowing Leoni to dig 
in alternating lefts and rights, one, two, three and finally a fourth fierce 
punch into Jen’s mid section. Each punch driving Jen back a step and drawing a 
grunt from Jen as each punch sank deeper into her belly. Finally Jen stopped the 
barrage with her own whipped in right to the base of Leoni’s left breast which 
gave enough space for Jen’s left to crack into Leoni’s cheek and drive Leoni 
away.

Jen had almost been driven back onto the ropes and with the short respite she’d 
gained with her last 2 punches she quickly scampered away, chest heaving as she 
sucked in gulps of air, her leotard now completely sodden with sweat which was a 
testament to the effort she’d had to make in this sparring session. Leoni didn’t 
give Jen any respite and quickly closed. Jen started to back off and flung out a 
right at Leoni who flicked her head aside and continued to pursue Jen before 
dropping underneath another right from Jen she fired a quick one two into Jen’s 
belly, both punches landing within inches of each other in the centre of Jen’s 
belly. Jen was winded slightly and needed time and space but Leoni wasn’t giving 
her either. Jen withdrew a couple of steps after Leoni’s combination to her 
belly but Leoni kept right on after her so Jen drove out quick left jab but, 
even as she started to send out the punch Jen knew what the result would be and 
for the first time in the fight she cried out in pain and frustration as her 
left breast was lanced by a fierce straight right from Leoni, the force of the 
blow forcing her back but suddenly Jen found that she was right back against the 
corner post and Leoni was flinging a barrage of punches at her from short range. 
Desperately Jen covered up but not before her left breast took a vicious right 
uppercut that drove the heavy breast up Jen’s body and then before it could drop 
a straight left impaled the underside against Jen’s ribs high up her chest. Jen, 
yelped and dropped her guard to protect her breast so Leoni aimed higher, a 
right crashing into Jen’s cheek whipping her head around and then a straight 
left aimed for the chin hit Jen’s forehead as she tried to duck underneath. 
Leoni’s now tried a right uppercut as Jen seemed to be sagging down the ropes 
but, although she was hurt Jen still had the presence of mind and alertness to 
see the punch coming and, in setting herself for the uppercut Leoni was now wide 
open herself so as Leoni’s fist brushed past Jen’s face Jen let loose her own 
barrage of punches. A right and a left sunk low into Leoni’s belly just on the 
waistband of Leoni’s briefs knocking some of the wind out of Leoni with each 
punch and driving her back a step. Jen then powered another right a little 
higher into Leoni’s navel hunching Leoni over and, as she backed away, Leoni 
brought her guard down so Jen changed targets and tagged each of Leoni’s 
sensitive dangling apples with a left and a right crushing each breast into 
Leoni’s body and straightening Leoni up perfectly for a whipped right into 
Leoni’s jaw which sent Leoni staggering backwards across the ring on legs of 
jelly. 

Leoni hunched over her guard as she back peddled away from Jen who was firing 
lefts and rights at a wobbly Leoni, most hit Leoni’s arms or at worst only 
partially got through to the body and Jen was becoming frustrated at her 
inability to make the most of a weakened Leoni. Jen started to aim higher and 
Leoni ducked under a left and swayed aside from a right still steadily 
retreating forcing Jen to keep following a moving and weaving target. Jen’s 
frustration grew as she failed to hit Leoni with any meaningful punches and 
upped the pace and speed of her attack. Leoni quickly stepped back from a right 
that was aiming straight for her jaw so that the punch fell short and Jen, 
seeing that Leoni had almost backed herself into the corner, quickly stepped 
forward driving her left towards Leoni’s face but Leoni now decided to counter 
attack and with Jen striding quickly forward and overreaching herself with her 
left Leoni was able to drop low and power herself towards the onrushing Jen her 
right fist striking up into the sculpted contours of Jen’s left breast as 
outlined through Jen’s tight leotard. Uncoiling like a spring Leoni’s legs drove 
her body towards Jen’s as her fist set fly, impacting into the underswell of 
Jen’s breast driving the orb up Jen’s body before squashing it totally flat 
against Jen’s chest just at the moment that Leoni’s arm locked fully straight. 
Now Jen’s and Leoni’s momentum towards each other added extra agony to the blow 
as their combined movement ground Leoni’s irresistible fist into the now 
immovable object of Jen’s compressed left boob and Jen’s face twisted into a 
rictus of pain as she let out a shrill yelp. 

The blow forced Jen up onto her toes and swung her around, the right side of 
Jen’s body twisting into contact with Leoni as Jen’s momentum still tried to 
carry her forwards. Leoni used this and even as her right fist was withdrawing 
from Jen’s breast she was embracing Jen with her left arm, pulling Jen towards 
her, magnifying the twisting movement in Jen and swinging herself away from the 
corner. Suddenly their roles were reversed and Jen found herself being thrust 
powerfully backwards into the corner and with an unconscious reflex her arms 
shot out to aid her balance just as her body impacted with the corner post. For 
a moment Jen was completely exposed and Leoni took full advantage blasting a 
fierce straight right onto the bridge of Jen’s nose, snapping Jen’s head back 
violently, sweat flicking up of her short hair as it whipped through the air. 
Leoni’s left then dug low into Jen’s belly who, dazed from the blow to her head, 
started to stagger out towards Leoni but this led her straight into a right 
which hit in exactly the same spot the left had just vacated and this time there 
was penetration as Leoni fist thudded home into the narrowing band of Jen’s 
leotard, somewhat below the navel, and Jen gasped away her breath as she was 
staggered back into the corner, her tightly clad rear thudding into the post as 
she bent over to protect her belly. 

Jen just managed to block Leoni’s next few attempts, but breathing hard she was 
wilting as Leoni started to find ways around Jen’s guard, a left sneeked over 
and drove into the inside Of Jen’s right breast, then after blocking a few more 
punches a right snuck under and dug into the ribs on Jen’s left side and Jen 
started to sag and blow hard. Desperate, she blasted a right which caught Leoni 
on the forehead and pushed herself out of the corner and into the centre of the 
ring turning just in time as Leoni was quickly following. Jen sent out a right 
jab which caught Leoni just above the right eye and for a moment Leoni’s assault 
was halted as she re-composed herself slowly stalking Jen around the ring. Leoni 
now started to send out left jabs, testing Jen’s defense and forcing her to work 
and keep her guard up as they were all sent in head high. Jen backed away as 
Leoni slowly increased the pressure, jab after jab threatening to get through 
Jen’s guard and Now Leoni was sending in quick one twos, left and rights pounded 
Jen’s gloves trying to find a way through to the head. Jen tried to counter with 
a few right jabs of her own but Leoni was easily able to avoid these and her 
counters came so quick that Jen was barely able to keep Leoni’s punches out.

Angela watched with pride as Leoni took the fight to Jen and Angela mentally 
gave Leoni a gold star for forcing Jen to change from her natural left lead to 
now lead with her right – those earlier breast punches now made Jen reluctant to 
risk exposing her left breast and Angela wondered how Leoni would choose to 
exploit this. She also wondered whether Jen, a very experienced fighter, would 
realise that Leoni was now setting her up.

Just as Angela was thinking that, Leoni’s left snaked out towards Jen’s nose and 
Jen tiredly jerked her guard up which had dropped but Leoni’s shot fell short 
and instead of the high left Leoni’s right followed up and sank low into Jen’s 
leotard landing with a solid thump. Jen ommpffed and lurched forward trying to 
clinch but Leoni quickly stepped back and uppercut with her left, neatly 
dissecting a gap between Jen’s left and right elbow Leoni’s left thudded into 
the centre of Jen’s body just below the breasts and Jen gasped away some more 
air as her body shuddered under the impact and then again as Leoni’s right hit 
low down into the ribs on Jen’s left side. Stricken and almost out on her feet 
Jen lurched away on unsteady legs with her mouth gaping open as she tried to 
force her lungs to drag in some air but Leoni was seemingly remorseless and 
Jen’s mouth was snapped shut by a left which glanced of Jen’s chin but Jen 
proved that she wasn’t about to give up so easily and snapped a left of her own 
into Leoni’s face forcing Leoni to back of for a moment with blood trickling 
down from her nostrils. But the respite was short lived, Leoni advanced 
purposefully and Jen, sill blowing hard, reverted to her left defensive lead
And immediately shrieked with pain as Leoni blasted her right in a perfect 
straight drive into Jen’s prominent left breast, the leotard bulging out to the 
side and above Leoni’s glove as it sunk into Jen’s flesh forcing Jen to stagger 
back almost into the ropes. A left from Leoni bloodied Jen’s lip and sent Jen 
the rest of the way into the ropes, lurching backwards Jen tried to back further 
away but Leoni’s right found it’s mark and Jen’s head was whipped around as 
Leoni’s right crashed into her cheek. Jen sagged back and with virtually no 
guard Leoni was able to send two vicious punches low into Jen’s belly. Full 
penetration this time as an explosion of air from Jen’s mouth proved, but Leoni 
felt the muscle wall give way and first her left sunk in a few inches below the 
navel and then as Jen started to pitch forward her right followed and hit even 
lower, where the Leotard was just a narrow strip as it ran between Jen’s legs 
and Leoni felt the fist sink deep into Jen’s sex organs forcing a strangled cry 
from Jen who, white faced, started to sink down onto her knees and would have 
pitched forwards flat on her face if Leoni hadn’t caught her with a quick one 
two to her breasts driving down into each inviting top slope of Jen’s breasts as 
she slowly sank down to the floor.

‘Take a break’ Angela called, ‘Oh and as this is just sparring let assume a 
scenario for the next session’. Jen and Leoni were barely listening to this, Jen 
because she was riding the waves of pain from Leoni’s low blow and vowing to 
herself to get revenge in the next session and Leoni because she was single-
mindedly focused on the soon to be continued destruction of Jen. But both 
fighters suddenly took note when Angela continued. ‘You know, Refs in Justice 
battles can meet out all sorts of punishments or restrictions if they feel that 
rules have been broken or an unfair advantage gained, and you need to be able to 
cope with these as and when they happen, cope with the restriction that is or 
make the very best of an advantage that has been given’ so for the next session 
Leoni will cope with the restriction of her right arm being tied behind her back 
and Jen, you’ve got to try to make the most of this as brutally and efficiently 
as you can. Leoni, the next session will last 10 minutes of fight time 
regardless of if you go down’. 

Leoni didn’t take in what Angela had said until she found her right arm being 
tied behind her but Jen had, and was smiling in anticipation of the 10 minutes 
to come. ‘What about penalty blows for knockdowns?’ Jen asked. ‘yes, you’re 
right about that, for realism we should have a blow to the breast for every 
knockdown and we should have an article of clothing removed for each round lost 
as well. I said at the start that we’d have continuous fighting and a 1 minute 
break for a knockdown, so I guess that means that Jen has lost the first round 
so we’ll get rid of that Leotard in a moment and Leoni can have a penalty blow 
against your breasts before we start the next round – Now the next round will 
last at least 10 minutes so we can’t have maximum knock down time.. Let’s say a 
penalty breast punch then for each 20 seconds a fighter is down and then after 
10 minutes a 20 second knockdown will determine the round’

Leoni and Jen had little time to absorb this but still, Leoni had regained her 
composure and was determined to survive the next 10 minutes so as to still be 
fit enough to finish Jen. Jen, for her part was initially upset by the news that 
she’d receive a penalty blow and lose her leotard but quickly realised the 
potential for her knocking Leoni down over the next 10 minutes had to be very 
great. 

Angela peeled the sweat sodden Leotard from Jen’s body to reveal a strong, cross 
backed sports bra of dark blue with red edging which firmly held Jen’s jutting 
orbs in place and managed to look sexy despite being a utilitarian piece of 
clothing. Jen’s shorts were undeniably sexy, extremely high cut and with a high  
broad waistband that covered Jen’s navel the shorts were cut away into a 
plunging, narrowing strip only just wider than the leotard she’d just removed at 
the front but fully covering her rear and clinging tightly to every contour of 
Jen’s body like a second skin. Leoni’s crop top was sexy by virtue of being wet 
and thus translucent, also during the short break Leoni’s nipples had sprung 
into life as the cooling breeze from the overhead air conditioning chilled that 
part of Leoni’s anatomy and every crease and bump in Leoni’s areola was etched 
into the tight clinging material.

As soon as Angela had stripped Jen of her Leotard she used the gym’s intercom to 
call for assistance and almost immediately a powerful bodybuilder entered the 
room. ‘Hi Rob, I need your help. Jen is about to receive a penalty breast blow 
but without ropes I need her to be held firmly so could you restrain her in the 
corner for me whilst Leoni takes her shot, oh and then if you hang around we may 
need you later also’. Rob took in the scene, his eyes flickering between each 
sexy vision, both Leoni and Jen were beautiful and both sported impressive 
breasts though for very different reasons. ‘Hi Angela, yes of course no problem 
at all’. With that Rob beckoned Jen over to the corner post and, taking hold of 
her hands he pulled and stretched them firmly behind forcing Jen to gasp as she 
was forced tightly against the post. ‘As soon as Leoni strikes, Rob will let go 
and the sparring will commence. Leoni strike when ready’.

Leoni had no problem deciding which boob to strike, even through the firm bra 
she could tell that Jen’s left breast was swollen larger than the right, no, her 
problem was what to do immediately after, could she strike a second time quickly 
enough to be effective?, with her right arm strapped behind her, her balance was 
affected as well as her ability to defend herself. Mentally she rehearsed 
possibilities before finally steeping forward and with supreme timing drove her 
left fist plumb into the centre of Jen’s left breast forcing the bra to bulge 
obscenely out to the side and above Leoni’s glove. Jen shrieked, part war cry 
and part pain as the blow struck and instantly swung into action as Rob released 
her arms the moment that Leoni’s fist struck. She leapt out of the corner 
screaming her right fist swinging out from behind her targeting Leoni, but Leoni 
had anticipated the rush attack and had used her punch to propel herself back 
out of range of the charging Jen. 

Leoni neatly sidestepped the charging Jen and dug her fist low Jen’s kidney’s as 
she flew past, her fist digging in just above Jen’s shorts in the narrowest part 
of her waist, some of the power was lost due to Jen’s momentum but it still hurt 
enough for Jen to arch her back and grimace as the blow struck. Leoni quickly 
turned to face the whirling Jen who, determined to quickly overpower Leoni, 
advanced quickly and purposefully. Leoni held her ground, her breasts gently 
gyrating as she kept bouncing and swaying on her toes as Jen opened up with a 
left jab. Leoni swayed aside from this but Jen’s right immediately followed and 
smashed into Leoni’s lips knocking her backwards, fortunately, away from another 
straight left which fell just short. With her lips swelling and the acrid taste 
of blood on her tongue Leoni realised that trying to dodge would not work for 10 
minutes so, backing away as Jen launched another left Leoni took the risk of 
diving underneath and plowing her left into Jen’s left boob. But Jen accepted 
the punch and gained revenge for Leoni’s earlier kidney punch by striking hard 
at Leoni’s crouching bent over body, her right fist crunching into Leoni’s lower 
back and side. Leoni scowled with the burning pain that washed over her and 
leapt quickly back, but the blow slowed her down so Jen kept right up with her 
and Leoni could do little to prevent Jen striking her first with a left to the 
forehead which brought Leoni’s left fist up and then a fierce right crushed 
Leoni’s left breast dragging a short pained gasp from Leoni before a heavier 
oompff was dragged from her by Jen’s fist striking her lower belly just above 
the waistband of her brief bikini bottom. Leoni desperately retaliated by 
striking low into Jen’s shorts just as she felt the first kiss of the ringside 
ropes on her back. Jen grunted as the blow struck and paused just long enough 
for a panting Leoni to flee back into the centre of the ring. 

Jen had calmed down from her initial rush to finish Leoni so although 
approaching quickly again it was now with a clearer head and intention. Leoni 
sensed this and carefully backed away as Jen aimed a quick sharp jab followed by 
a swinging right which would have taken Leoni’s head off if she’d dared to step 
forward like she’d done previously, instead Leoni darted forward behind Jen’s 
right and jabbed her left into Jen’s midsection before starting to quickly back 
off again, but too slow and Jen was waiting for the opportunity so Leoni found 
herself eating leather, a snapped left between the eyes momentarily made her 
blink and then suddenly a right fist was looming which this time had power and 
purpose as it crashed into the same spot between Leoni eyes snapping Leoni’s 
head back and making her see stars. Leoni lurched back on wobbly legs open to 
anything that Jen threw at her, a left low into her right side made her stagger 
to her left into a right uppercut which hit the base of Leoni’s left breast, the 
solid thud of this blow quickly followed by the thud of Leoni’s back hitting the 
corner post as her jellied legs could not control her backwards stumble across 
the ring. Jen now whipped in a left right combination to Leoni’s head, the left 
twisted Leoni’s head to the right and then Jen’s right swung in full to the 
point of Leoni’s jaw snapping her head backwards into a double whammy of the 
corner post which finished the job of knocking Leoni senseless.

Jen stepped aside as Leoni slid down the corner post to her knees before 
plunging forwards to lay face down on the ring, her left fist lying out in front 
of her rather like superman flying through the air.. But superman didn’t fly 
with one arm tied behind his back, nor fly unconscious, nor, for that matter was 
he so pretty! Angela started a count, mirrored by a clock which showed the 
seconds ticking away. At 4 seconds Leoni became aware of Angela’s steady count 
and she slowly rolled over before resting for a few moments. Slowly she pushed 
herself up to her knees, leaning forward taking weigh on her arm as she did so 
with her head hanging low brushing the ring floor. Still woozy she rested like 
this breathing deeply, shaking her head to try and clear the fuzzy cobwebs from 
her mind. Angela was in the teens now, 13, 14, 15 and for a moment she paused in 
her count to say, ‘we’ve had nearly 2 and a half minutes of Leoni’s one arm 
penalty, don’t forget that the clock is stopped whilst a fighter is down’, then 
’17, 18’… Leoni could see Jen waiting for her and knew she was about to invoke a 
penalty breast blow so she quickly tried to push herself up, suddenly realising 
how difficult this act was with one arm tied, she didn’t make it and Angela 
counted past 20, ’22, 23’. Leoni paused again, no point in being quick now she 
thought so sat on her haunches resting her left glove on the ground until Angels 
was in the mid 30’s. At 35 seconds Leoni quickly sprang up, but Jen was equally 
quick and although Leoni’s left crunched into Jen’s nose, Jen’s right hooked 
into the left side of Leoni’s body as her left whistled past Leoni’s ear. Leoni 
tried to get distance between her and Jen, but she was still very near the 
corner and Jen quickly blocked the gap as Leoni darted to Jen’s left, body 
checking the slighter built Leoni into the ropes who then did well to avoid a 
fierce right aimed at her head. With Jen’s right fist missing Leoni dug her left 
low into Jen’s gut, her left arm like a spear as it connected Leoni’s glove with 
Jen’s lower belly forcing a short gasp of pain along with a oompf of air from 
Jen’s lungs but not stopping Jen’s left from sinking into Leoni’s right breast 
knocking Leoni back into the ropes as she tried to make her escape. Jen leant 
forward and sent a right into Leoni’s mid section forcing Leoni to try and fold 
over to protect herself. But this brought her head into range and Jen’s left 
crashed into Leoni’s cheek sending her staggering along the ropes and back into 
the corner. Leoni leaned back into the corner post and with her left fist up 
protecting her face she willed the crook of her elbow to be as big as possible 
as this was all that protected the rest of her body. Jen attacked with a left 
uppercut which Leoni successfully blocked but now her entire body was open and 
Jen blasted a straight right into Leoni’s solar plexus.

Leoni froze rigid, seemingly paralysed by this blow which was quite possible as 
the force of the blow had been made worse with Leoni being hard against the 
corner post – her body had to absorb the full impact of Jen’s fist. So Leoni, 
with an ‘Oh’ of pain o her face slowly dropped her arm and began to slide down 
the post but Jen still had time to crash a left and right into each of Leoni 
breasts as she slowly sunk to the ring floor, making no attempt to stop Jen’s 
punches. First onto her haunches and then with feet slipping out from under her 
Leoni ended up sitting down on the ring floor before slowly toppling onto her 
side struggling to take in a breath. Angela started to count again as she re-
started the clock ’36, 37’. ‘Cunt’ thought Leoni as she realised what Angela was 
doing, the 20 seconds per breast punch penalty was cumulative, still though she 
had a plan – she just needed to get back on her feet! 

Jen watched Leoni, pleased that her blow to the solar plexus had had such a 
devastating effect, if only she’d targeted this area earlier she thought as she 
watched Leoni struggle for breath. Jen stood over Leoni so that the moment Leoni 
was on two feet she could land a punch on her, but for the moment this seemed 
likely to be some time of. Leoni’s eyes were half rolled up and she was really 
struggling to take in any breath at all, short quick pants of air through a 
slack mouth on an equally expressionless face indicated that Leoni was on the 
verge of passing out. Still though she managed to push herself into a sitting 
position and then finally with the cumulative count on 55 seconds she got onto 
her haunches and although still not breathing properly her face had re-focused 
and she seemed about to regain her feet as with an effort she started to push 
up. Jen readied herself, right fist cocked but one glance at Leoni’s eyes and 
she knew she needed bother for just as Leoni started to regain her feet her eyes 
fluttered back, momentarily going cross eyed they rolled back into her head 
before she slowly slumped back to her haunches, head hanging down.

Leoni, with her face partially covered by her hair watched Jen’s feet and lower 
legs. She could see the tension ease out of Jen’s muscles as she relaxed 
thinking that Leoni was now unconscious, or at least very near to being so. What 
Leoni couldn’t see was that Jen had lowered her gloves and was standing with her 
hands on hips, she could see though that Jen had shuffled around into a more 
comfortable ‘waiting’ position and was now facing Leoni with her legs about 18 
inches apart. That will do she thought, and giving no outward sign whatsoever 
she gathered her energies and powered out of the corner towards Jen, her feet 
braced against the bottom of the corner post whilst her legs uncoiled like a 
spring hurling her body towards Jen with her fist leading the way. Jen only had 
time for a loom of shock to appear on her face before Leoni’s fist struck and 
absolutely devastating blow just above the junction of Jen’s thighs into the 
gentle swell of her sex mound. With Leoni’s uncurling body braced against the 
corner post and her fist fully extended she hit Jen with awesome power, she 
could feel her fist sinking into Jen’s mound, the initial give as soft sensitive 
tissue was squashed and compressed giving way to a jarring jolt as the full 
force of Leoni’s driving body struck home through her locked, rigid arm; the 
slightly upward slant of the blow drove Jen up onto her toes and then, as she 
started to fold over Leoni’s fist, her feet lost contact with the ring floor and 
she flew a foot backwards before crashing down onto her backside her mouth 
gaping wide open in shock and horror as the awful pain hit.

Angela had been standing behind Jen and she had seen Leoni’s body start to 
uncurl and then the sudden twitch in Jen’s buttocks as Leoni’s fist struck home 
and drove Jen of the floor and back to land with a crash on her black clad rear. 
Her count of ‘65’ for Leoni stopped and she started a new count ‘1, 2, 3’ while 
inside she felt immense pride in the way Leoni had sprung her trap.

Jen had had just a moment to realise that she was in trouble as Leoni had 
suddenly sprung up at her and she had seemed frozen in time as Leoni’s fist 
arrowed towards her – it seemed ages before it struck and she had time to 
appreciated the soft caress of leather against her lycra clad sex and then she 
heard the loud thud of the impact, but still no pain as she was driven up to her 
toes. Then it started, she could feel herself start to fly backwards and her sex 
exploded with pain as her sex and clit was mashed hard against her pubic bone. 
Agonizing, paralysing pain shot through her as what felt like a mules kick 
crushed her sex. Her body spasmed even as it flew through the air, yet still 
Leoni’s fist tried to sink deeper and now shockwaves were expanding out from the 
impact, first her bladder and then her uterus and ovaries felt the jolt and the 
sickening wave of pain spread and grew as her internal organs were whipped 
around inside her. Then she felt another impact as her bum hit the ring floor 
and her spine rattled the teeth in her head but still the pain in her sex and 
lower belly grew, grew beyond intense and beyond unbearable, her teeth clamped 
together in a rictus of intense agony and her eyes bulged in disbelief as she 
toppled onto her side.

Leoni gathered herself up and watched with satisfaction as Jen lay on the ring 
floor, Jen still hadn’t uttered a sound, still frozen from the blow, but then it 
came, a thin short harrowing wail as she drew a short breath, the agony of this 
freezing her once again before repeating again. Tears started to flow down her 
face and gradually her breaths turned into short sharp sobs, in her mind one 
part of her felt that she was mortally wounded, another part of her mind was 
telling her to ride out the pain, she’d be Ok but then again another thought 
went through ‘when have I ever been hit in the sex so hard’ but in the event she 
had no choice as wave after wave of sickening pain washed over her. Angela was 
in the 20’s and Jen still was curled in a tight ball, slowly, oh so slowly 
starting to cope with the pain, but then she tried to move and cried out as just 
the merest twitch set her lower belly back on fire. Jen showed her courage 
though, she kept testing for movement, pushing the pain barrier as close as she 
could forcing herself to try and slowly uncurl. At 45 seconds she rolled up and 
over onto her knees, still bent almost double with her head resting on the ring 
and now she rested, sucking in air and gasping as her muscles stretched with 
each breath. Angela announced ‘4’ 45’’ of Leoni’s penalty’, before recommencing 
the count for Jen, ’50, 51, 52’. Jen was staring to think about getting up, but 
Leoni was now standing over her, fist cocked ready to strike so for the moment 
she gave up the attempt and allowed the clock to tick past 60 seconds before at 
65 she made an effort, trying to lurch away from Leoni she briefly was on two 
unbalanced legs before Leoni’s left fist crashed into the side of her head and 
she was once again laid out on the canvas. Her sex and lower belly quivered and 
spasmed as the violence of her fall set of new waves of pain and she groaned and 
writhed for another 10 seconds before scrambling up and embracing Leoni 
with grim desperation.

Leoni tried to shrug of Jen but Jen arms were clamped firmly around Leoni 
holding their two sweaty bodies tightly together and trapping Leoni’s one free 
hand. Jen was almost a dead weight and Leoni twisted and turned, pushed and 
pulled but Jen grimly kept Leoni tied up as she tried to give herself time to 
recover. Finally Leoni was able to free herself by swinging herself around so 
hard that they tripped each other up and Leoni fell backwards and was unable to 
break her fall so landed awkwardly on top of her tied back right arm with Jen 
landing full on top of her winding Leoni in the process. Jen rolled off the 
groaning Leoni and both fighters struggled to get back to their feet with Angela 
adding a count for both of them. Leoni was the fitter of the two and quickly 
recovered from her fall, but was slow to re-gain her feet with her tied back 
right arm hindering her. Jen hauled herself up by the ropes, her sex and lower 
belly still a mass of pain and she stood gingerly, holding onto the ropes for 
support. In the event Angela added another 10 seconds to both fighters ‘count’ 
time leaving both in the 70’s with 3 penalty breast blows waiting for them. 

Leoni was desperate to keep Jen off balance and prevent her from recovering so 
she quickly closed and Jen had to relinquish her hold on the ropes and face 
Leoni. Leoni took a glancing blow to the forehead as Jen jabbed with her left 
and with Jen keeping her right fist down low to protect against another low blow 
Leoni was able to drive a crisp straight drive into Jen’s much abused left 
breast. ‘ooohh’ cried Jen and tried her left jab but Leoni was once more able to 
let the blow slide past her head and this time she cracked her left fist onto 
the bridge of Jen’s nose. Jen’s eyes watered and she lurched back as a trickle 
of blood started to flow from her left nostril. Leoni followed up but Jen used a 
combination, first a right was driven at Leoni’s body which Leoni was able to 
parry but then a left caught her on the right eye and Leoni just barely skipped 
away from another right as Jen finally started to open up. Leoni now had to back 
off as a bloodied Jen started to regain the upper hand firing short sharp jabs 
into Leoni’s largely unprotected body, first a crisp jab flattened Leoni’s left 
breast, then a right darted in low just below the navel hitting with a crisp 
smack followed quickly by a duller splat and gasp as another left drove into 
Leoni’s perky left breast. Almost backed up into the corner Leoni committed 
herself to a full bloodied left which mashed into Jen’s nose jerking her head 
back and allowing Leoni to dart past and back into the centre of the ring. 

A steady stream of blood now poured from Jen’s nose, staining her upper torso 
and trickling into Jen’s bra and leaving bloody splatter marks around the ring, 
this and Angela’s shout of ‘3 minutes of Leoni’s handicap remaining’ spurred Jen 
on, but this time her attack wasn’t quite so rash. Steadily advancing on Leoni 
she kept a tattoo of quick short shots working over Leoni’s body, especially the 
right side which Leoni just couldn’t defend. Hooking in lefts into Leoni’s right 
ribs interspersed with the odd straight right she drove Leoni steadily 
backwards. Leoni tried to compensate by turning side on to Jen but a left into 
Leoni’s cheek made her stumble backwards, towards Jen’s right and into a fierce 
right fist which sunk into Leoni’s left kidney. Leoni groaned as the pain 
struck, stumbling away she suddenly felt terribly tired as the effort of trying 
to defend herself with just one glove started to tell. 

In truth Jen was tired also as the intense fighting with no breaks started to 
take its toll however, seeing her last blow strike home she re-doubled her 
efforts, tagging Leoni’s right breast with a straight left she knocked Leoni 
back into the ropes and then stepping forward she powered her right fist into 
Leoni’s tight bikini bottoms. ‘ooompfhhh’ exploded from Leoni’s gaping mouth and 
Leoni momentarily froze, her buttocks caught on the taught middle rope before 
with limp legs she slipped down the ropes to fall crashing to the canvass.

Jen stood back watching Leoni writhe on the canvas, her own tiredness forgotten 
for the moment as she watched an ashen faced Leoni ride out the waves of pain 
from her sex. Angela had re-started Leoni’s count and was now in the 70’s but 
Leoni paid scant regard to this, she had 3 more minutes to try and survive, 
minutes she was desperate to survive in good enough condition to be able to take 
Jen when her right glove was released. Taking in deep breathes and not worrying 
at all about the count and the subsequent breast blows she would receive, Leoni 
prepared to re-start. Awkwardly she manoeuvred onto her haunches but ensured 
that she kept her gloved fist on the ground, otherwise Jen could legitimately 
hit her, even so, Jen was poised and ready to strike and this time Leoni knew 
that she wouldn’t be able to catch Jen cold as she’d done the last time she was 
knocked down.

At 92 seconds Leoni launched herself at Jen who instantly snapped out a left at 
Leoni’s oncoming face and drove a fierce right into Leoni’s body. Leoni snapped 
her head aside from Jen’s left and took a glancing blow to her cheek but her 
belly took the full impact of Jen’s fiercely driven right and Leoni’s whole body 
shuddered at the impact, but her muscles held firm and although the blow hurt 
and tested her to the limit she withstood the impact and an instant later her 
body crashed into Jen’s, her firm stiff nipples pressed into Jen’s large, bra 
clad breasts and with Leoni’s left arm reaching out to pull Jen into a tight 
embrace, Jen’s breasts were squeezed almost flat. This was the least of Jen’s 
worries though as her right arm was trapped between their entwined bodies and 
Leoni, using the momentum from her leap into Jen, was driving the pair of them 
across the ring accelerating Jen into an uncontrollable backwards lurch. 3, 4, 5 
powerful steps had sent them more than halfway across the ring and Jen was on 
the point of losing balance when with one last push Leoni released her grip and 
sent Jen on an unstoppable journey backwards into the ropes. Leoni pulled up as 
Jen sank back into the ropes and then as the ropes catapulted Jen back towards 
her she powered her left fist into Jen’s right eye.

Jen’s head snapped back and the force of the blow momentarily stunned her and 
she spun half around before falling face first to the ring floor. Angela started 
a count from ‘63, 64, 65’ and for those first few seconds Jen lay prone, 
unmoving, before with an effort she groaned and pushed herself up onto all fours 
shaking her head in an effort to clear it, her lank wet hair flinging sweat 
around the ring along with blood from her bleeding nose. Jen crawled back to the 
ring ropes and hooking her right glove over the centre rope started to haul 
herself back up with Leoni an interested spectator at her side. Still 
disorientated she forgot that Leoni could strike as soon as both of her hands 
were off the ring floor and she cried out as Leoni struck down into her left 
kindney the moment that she got her second hand onto the middle rope and then, 
as Jen held on with her face a contorted in a snarl of agony, Leoni struck again 
and Jen crashed breast first back onto the canvas, her bra bulging out from each 
side of her body as her breasts were flattened against the ring floor. Jen 
moaned, her side and lower back burning in agony from Leoni’s last two punches 
and once more slowly pushed herself onto all fours as Angela continued the 
count, ’77, 78, 79….’. 

Leoni readied herself as Jen gathered herself together, then Jen lifted her head 
to see where Leoni was and with great satisfaction Leoni could see straight away 
the Jen’s right eye was very quickly swelling up with the beginnings of an 
awesome black eye. Angela continued Jen’s count, now in the high 80’s, and 
reminded them that there was still almost 3 full minutes of Leoni’s handicap 
remaining. Both fighters were sucking in deep draughts of air, their chests 
heaving as the fatigue from at least 20 minutes of continuous fighting was 
taking it’s toll Leoni, remember, had also been working out and training for 
most of the day yet despite this she looked as ready to continue as she had at 
the start the only sign of her fatigue was the quick and steady rise and fall of 
her chest.

With a grunt of effort Jen got onto her haunches, this time keeping one glove on 
the ring floor and Leoni readied herself for Jen’s return to the fight. 
Meanwhile Angela was now counting into the 90’s, ‘91, 92, 93’ at which point Jen 
launched herself up at Leoni. Leoni neatly sidestepped and drove her left glove 
low into Jen’s right side, targeting the kidney for a third time as Jen lurched 
past her. The blow was just a glance but by missing Leoni with her attack Jen 
had lost balance and she stumbled across the ring on ring weary legs before 
turning to face Leoni and a fist which was homing in on her face. Surprised Jen 
just barely snapped her head away so that Leoni’s glove just glanced of her 
cheek and then like a drunk at last orders, she staggered erratically backwards 
lurching first one way then the other as her tired wobbly legs threatened to 
pitch her to the floor as Leoni chased after her. 

Jen realised that she just had to make the next few minutes count and really 
hurt Leoni, hopefully even finish her, so despite her tiredness she willed 
herself to up the pace so as Jen reeled into the ropes she used them to propel 
herself back towards the advancing Leoni. Leoni snapped out her left as Jen 
bounced back towards her but Jen lowered her head causing Leoni’s glove to 
bounce of the top of Jen’s head before the two fighters collided shoulder to 
shoulder. Jen immediately started swinging in lefts and rights into Leoni’s 
defenceless body, her gloves digging in to Leoni’s ribs on each side with each 
impact drawing a pained grunt from Leoni and slowly driving her back across the 
ring locked together with Jen. Jen was exerting maximum effort, her lungs 
burning as she rasped in quick breaths and her eyes misted with effort she drew 
extra strength as she felt Leoni start to wilt under the onslaught, Leoni’s left 
fist no match for the twin punching power of Jen at such close quarters. Leoni’s 
gasps were becoming more shrill and pained as she tried to force her left arm 
between their two bodies so as to try and push Jen away but just as she managed 
to slide her arm between them she felt the ropes against her back and Jen forced 
Leoni back arching her back against the top rop and digging in a last flurry of 
punches high into ribs on each side just below the breasts before stepping back 
to give herself room to target Leoni’s lower belly. Jen’s left and right hit 
within moments of each other, inches below the navel right on the waist band of 
Leoni’s bikini bottoms, the first punch drew a pained gasp as it sunk in deep 
driving the air from Leoni’s lungs and then the second hit with a deep solid 
thud, with Leoni’s lungs already empty of air this blow seemed to paralyse Leoni 
for a moment as her mouth gaped in a silent, stricken ‘O’, leaning forward with 
her bottom sticking out through the ropes she hung for a moment leaning forward 
before Jen struck with an upercut hitting just a little higher driving the last 
remaining air from her lungs and raising Leoni on to the tips of her toes before 
heavily crashing down onto her bottom, her whole body jerking with the hard 
inmpact and then she pitched forward so that she lay face down on the ring floor 
gasping for breath.

Jen, in little better shape herself with blood from a still bleeding nose 
trickling down her torso and staining her sports bra and her right eye swollen 
and blackening, lent forwards against the ropes as Leoni crashed down 
hanging her head over the top rope she sucked in air noisily whilst Angela 
resumed the count for Leoni, ’92, 93, 94, 95’. Leoni pushed herself onto her 
knees and despite still struggling for breath hauled herself up before Angela 
had counted more than 6 seconds. Jen was still leaning over the ropes and was 
stunned to hear Angela announce ‘box on’. Leoni had hauled herself up quickly 
knowing that Jen was desperately tired, she didn’t want to give Jen a moment 
more than necessary to recover but rather than try to fight Jen, Leoni had 
staggered away to centre ring. Angela announced ‘2 minutes and 10 seconds remain 
of Leoni’s handicap’ as Jen pushed herself wearily away from the ropes and set 
of in pursuit of Leoni. Leoni was still half crouched over and in some pain but 
she backed away quickly enough and retreated circling to Jen’s right allowing 
her left fist to give more protection and also hoping that the sight in Jen’s 
right eye was restricted due to swelling. But Jen’s sight was still clear enough 
to target Leoni with a fierce accurate right into the side of Leoni’s left 
breast forcing the breast across Leoni’s torso as the glove ground across 
Leoni’s sensitive erect nipple. Leoni’s body shuddered under the impact and she 
groaned and grit her teeth as she continued her retreat, then as Jen shot out 
another right this time pancaking Leoni’s left breast full on Leoni’s drove her 
left into Jen’s swollen right eye both punches landing simultaneously and each 
fighter crying out with pain as the blows struck, for Leoni the blow could be 
seen through her see thru top to flatten her breast as the fist struck flush on 
the nipple, the cumulative effects of Jen’s blows now made both of Leoni’s 
breast quite sore and swollen, as was Jen’s right eye which took the force of 
Leoni’s crisp left jab. Jen rode the punch, her face screwed up in pain and as 
Leoni’s fist withdrew Jen’s left was already on it’s way crashing between 
Leoni’s eyes.

Leoni’s head snapped back as Jen’s blow struck and she increased the speed of 
her retreat as Jen rushed after her but blows were striking all over Leoni’s 
body. Her breasts each took hits, a left struck down on to Leoni’s right breast 
and her right suffered another crushing blow flush on the nipple and then Jen 
aimed lower trying to knock the wind out of Leoni and a succession of punches 
lefts and rights angled in to Leoni’s lower belly and sides, only Leoni’s steady 
retreat stopped the punches from being completely debilitating as it meant that 
Jen was striking from long range but they were taking there toll and Leoni was 
becoming ever more desperate in her attempts to stay out of range, equally 
though Jen was desperate to make her advantage count and time was ticking away. 
She was becoming frustrated at Leoni’s continued survival and she was tired! So 
how could Leoni keep on going she wondered? And, what about when Leoni’s arm was 
untied? With these thoughts driving Jen on, she launched a desperate attack, 
leaping forwards with no defence she drove her right fist into Leoni’s face 
crashing full onto Leoni’s nose. Leoni never saw it, one minute she was 
retreating, her body aching all over with Jen’s blows and the next she was 
crashing down onto the ring floor with her back jammed up against the corner 
post holding her up in a sitting position. Dazed she had no idea what had 
happened as Angela started to count up from 98.

Leoni sat there ignoring the blood that now streamed from both nostrils, still 
almost completely unaware of her surroundings whilst her top quickly became 
stained in a spreading arc from the centre top. Gradually though she came to her 
senses but by now Angela’s count had reached 115. Leoni took stock as Angela 
announced ‘1 Minute 20 seconds remain of Leoni’s handicap’. I must survive this 
Leoni thought, whatever pain I have to survive the next 80 seconds. With these 
thoughts Leoni gathered herself as Jen watched ready to pounce. At 124 seconds 
Leoni brought herself onto her haunches and then launched sideways along the 
ropes. Jen pounced as soon as Leoni’s hands were off the ring floor striking 
down into Leoni’s side as she rose up, but Jen had expected Leoni to launch 
herself at her rather than away down the side of the ring so although her punch 
struck firm and hard her follow up missed and then as she chased after Leoni she 
slipped on the pool of blood that Leoni had dripped onto the ring floor and this 
tumble allowed Leoni to scamper into the centre of the ring.

Jen hauled herself back upright annoyed at herself as Angela added a single 
count to Jen’s cumulative count total. She quickly set of after Leoni who put 
everything she had into avoiding Jen but the ring is a small place and it’s 
quicker moving forwards than backwards so Leoni was taking punishment. A left 
leading jab caught Leoni on the nose and increased the flow of blood, a right 
squashed Leoni’s left breast, hitting the inside flank of Leoni’s breast Jen’s 
glove drove in at an angle driving the breast out across Leoni’s body and at the 
same time squashing it flat as the fist ground over the tender flesh, rather 
like an old fashioned ringer drying clothes causing Leoni to cry out in real 
anguish, but even as her breast was being so painfully assailed Leoni’s left 
fist made Jen squeal as she pancaked Jen’s left bra cup, but this drove Jen into 
a last extreme effort and her retaliation was to crush Leoni breasts with 4 
piercing blows, left then right then left and right again drove Leoni backwards 
grunting in pain with each shot as her breasts were crushed in turn then, as she 
felt the ring ropes caress her back, she leapt forward and clasped Jen to her 
with her left arm grimly wrapped around Jen’s body and her head over Jen’s left 
shoulder dripping blood down her back.

The 2 fighters wrestled as Angela announced ‘1 minute remaining’ and Jen threw 
everything into an attempt to throw Leoni off who in turn gripped onto Jen with 
a fierce determination, both fighters grunting with effort, sweat and blood 
flowing freely and chests heaving quickly with the effort of dragging oxygen 
into their lungs. Jen started pounding at Leoni’s lower back and kidneys each 
punch causing Leoni to spasm and groan but still she held on trying to whirl Jen 
around and throw her of her punch whilst Jen tried to hit harder and harder, 
anything to break away and hit Leoni freely. Each fighter grew more tired and 
more desperate until finally with an extreme swing of her body Jen finally threw 
Leoni of and both fighters staggered away fighting to retain balance on jellied 
legs. Jen leapt after Leoni as quickly as she could, her stumbling gait 
testament to her tiredness, and crunched her left onto Leoni’s chin knocking her 
back onto the ropes. Leoni staggered back needing the ropes to remain standing 
she allowed herself to slip away towards the corner as Jen followed digging in a 
right low into Leoni’s side. The blow would have dropped Leoni if she hadn’t 
fallen against the corner post, she turned, leaning back against the post, to 
face Jen and what she hoped would be the final onslaught. Jen crashed her left 
once again into Leoni’s nose, blood spraying everywhere and then went lower into 
the body, hitting the top of Leoni’s bottoms with a right and Leoni started to 
drop grimly holding on to the ropes with her left arm leaving her body open for 
Jen to punish, a left struck her blood soaked pants and Leoni started to fold 
forward until a right uppercut crashed into her solar plexus lifting her back 
upright gagging for air, a left sunk into Leoni’s right breast and Despite all 
of her efforts Leoni’s arm slipped from the ropes and she dropped to the ring 
floor.

As Leoni dropped Angela cried out ‘Time, Leoni’s handicap period has ended, 
Leoni you now have 20 seconds to make the count or lose this round’. As Angela 
said this Jen was just barely holding herself upright leaning against the ropes 
and Leoni, just conscious, was desperately trying to get breath into her lungs. 
But, Leoni new that if she could get back up she would have survived against all 
the odds. She looked at Jen out of half lidded eyes and didn’t want to give her 
the minute recovery time that an end of round would bring so with the count at 7 
seconds she tried to get back up. Turning onto her front she tried to push up 
with her left arm to get to her knees, but her strength seemed completely 
sapped. The she could feel someone fiddling with her bound right arm and 
suddenly it was free and now she could get onto all fours and then hooking her 
right arm through the centre rope she started to haul herself up, reaching up 
with her left she eventually grabbed the top rope and slowly, laboriously she 
forced her self up with the count just onto 17. But in her efforts to regain her 
feet she’d forgotten that Jen could attack at the first opportunity and Jen’s 
right fist crashed into Leoni side and with a piercing, anguished cry Leoni 
dropped to the floor once again.

This time she didn’t try to get up again. With Jen standing over her she new 
that to try would leave her vulnerable to more damage so Angela counted her out 
finally announcing ‘2nd round to Jen, Leoni you have accumulated 161 seconds of 
count so Jen will have 8 free shots to your breasts. Jen you have accumulated 94 
seconds of count so at the start of the next round Leoni will have 4 free shots 
at your breasts. Oh, and I think we’ll carry over the remaining count into the 
next round so Leoni will carry 1 second over and Jen will carry 14 seconds over. 
Oh, and ladies this is supposed to be training so let’s keep moving, I’ll allow 
10 seconds between each breast punch, Jen you are to take yours against Leoni 
now so Rob, please will you help Leoni up and restrain her in the corner then 

we’ll have a 1 minute break before Leoni takes her punches against Jen’.

Rob hauled Leoni up to her feet and then Angela beckoned for him to remove 
Leoni’s top. Rather than pull it over her head Rob tore the blood stained shirt 
apart revealing Leoni’s pert blood stained breasts, blood still trickling from 
her nose adding to the mess on Leoni and all over the ring floor. Rob stepped 
out of the ring and taking hold of Leoni’s gloved arms he drew them back and up 
either side of the corner post forcing Leoni tight up against it. Angela 
beckoned Jen across ‘Remember alternate breasts and no more than a 10 second 
pause between blows, start when ready’.

Jen walked across, still blowing hard and very weary from the long fight but 
determined to hurt Leoni’s breasts, which with her arms painfully drawn taught 
behind and above her head were flattened out on her chest, bruises marked both 
breasts but the left was reddened by Jen’s earlier grinding punch across the 
breast and was clearly swollen more than the right. Leoni’s two prominent 
nipples outlined the target and Jen new from the many fights she’d had and 
watched that small breasts often hurt more than larger breasts, after all the 
same glands are secreted inside but with less flesh to protect them they could 
be more easily crushed so, with that thought, she let fly with her right fist at 
Leoni’s left breast hitting flush on the nipple. The glove sunk into the taught 
breast squashing it flat and the sound of leather glove against bare flesh 
echoed around the small gymnasium along with a shrill cry from Leoni. She’d been 
determined not to cry out but despite biting her lip hard she couldn’t avoid 
crying out nor the sharp hiss of breath as the pain sruck, but before she could 
assimilate the pain Jen had struck her right breast and Leoni couldn’t help but 
give a short sharp cry again, then with barely a pause Jen returned to the left 
breast, and now Leoni cried out in real agony as for the second time in short 
succession her left breast was pounded. Jen kept up the pace, right then left 
and right again so that after 6 blows Leoni was almost a dead weight in Robs 
arms and each breast was swelling with awful purple bruises surrounding her 
large puffy nipples. Jen paused for a few seconds and collected herself for the 
last 2 punches before powering in her last punch to Leoni’s left breast dragging 
a full bloodied scream from Leoni as the abused flesh was crushed by Jen’s glove 
and then after another short pause to collect herself Jen drove in against the 
right breast and tried to screw her glove into the breast as she struck which, 
judging by Leoni’s reaction, must have had some terrible impact as she jerked 
and flailed in Robs arm in absolute torment as the blow struck home. Rob eased 
up on Leoni’s arms and she sunk to the floor hugging her gloves against her 
breasts as Angela announced ‘1 minute break, Rob please prepare Jen to receive 
her breast blows’.

Leoni’s breasts were on fire and she only had 60 seconds before she had to hit 
Jen so she had to quickly come to terms with the pain so quickly sitting down 
she practised a deep breathing meditation exercise that ‘centred’ her and whilst 
she couldn’t ignore the burning pain within her mammary glands she was at least 
able to focus her mind on the task ahead. Jen meanwhile was leaning over the top 
rope, still sucking in deep lungfuls of air before all too soon Rob beckoned her 
over to the corner post. As he stretched her arms out behind her, her large bra 
clad breasts were lifted up and stuck out proudly in front of her. Leoni strode 
over trying to look fresher and stronger than she felt and as Angela gave the go 
ahead she drove her right fist as hard as she could into the face of Jen’s bra 
clad right breast. The bra billowed out around Leoni’s glove but held firm as 
Jen groaned in agony and now Leoni lined up against Jen’s left breast, the 
breast that she’d targeted so successfully earlier in the fight and even through 
the bra it could be seen to be swollen larger than the right. Leoni let fly and 
Jen cried out and gasped with pain but Leoni didn’t pause she immediately let 
fly into Jen’s right breast again and with Jen squirming she struck the left 
again as quick as she could and Rob then let go of Jen’s arms signalling the 
start of the round.

The moment that Leoni’s last breast blow struck Rob released Jen’s arms, but too 
late to prevent Leoni’s arcing left which swept up into Jen shorts. Leoni had 
aimed at Jen’s sex but Jen had managed to drop so the blow struck a little 
higher, scant consolation though for Jen as her ovaries where pummelled and, 
white faced, she immediately sunk down to the ring floor. Leoni stepped away, 
well away, as she wanted Jen to regain her feet and face more punishment. After 
15 seconds Jen managed to regain her feet, still bent over she forced herself 
upright and made her way into the centre of the ring as Leoni approached. Jen 
sent a left jab out at Leoni but suddenly was reminded that a 2 handed Leoni had 
a good response to this as driving forward inside the blow Leoni’s crisp right 
flattened Jen’s left breast and then Leoni had danced back out of range of her 
flailing right. Jen’s natural lead was a left so she cautiously approached Leoni 
again, guard high and seeing an opening to Leoni’s horridly bruised breasts she 
snaked her left out towards one mass of bruising but Leoni turned aside batting 
Jen’s glove away with her right she fluidly leaned towards Jen and drove her 
left across Jen’s body into the inside of Jen’s left breast. Jen squealed in 
pain and frustration and launched an all out attack. Leoni covered up and slowly 
retreated as Jen sent in lefts and rights, pounding away at Leoni’s defences. 4, 
5, 6 blows went unanswered but then Leoni replied with a right that glanced of 
Jen’s cheek, but this left her open and Jen’s next two punches got through, a 
left immediately crushed Leoni’s right breast and Leoni yelled in pain and 
instinctively dropped her guard to better protect her breasts and instantly ate 
a right which hit her mouth. Leoni quickly gathered herself and weathered the 
continuing storm of punches slowly retreating under the onslaught and conserving 
her energies. 

Leoni continued to defend and allow Jen to force her back across the ring as 
Jen’s onslaught continued, but now the attack was becoming more ragged, Jen was 
gasping in lungfulls of air and trying harder and harder to break through 
Leoni’s guard to either the head or breasts and just as it seemed that her 
attack must falter she made one last extreme effort to force Leoni into the 
corner with a huge right and then a left following up. Leoni deflected the right 
of her own left glove and dropping down she let the left whiz over her head and 
powered her right into Jen who was now off balance and stumbling towards her. 
Thwock! Leoni’s glove thumped into Jen’s midriff and Jen gasped in pained shock 
and then Leoni’s left hit lower, into the top of Jen’s high cut pants and Jen 
cried out as her lower belly caved in before Leoni’s glove. Jen was now winded 
and she fell against Leoni to stop Leoni punishing her any more but Leoni turned 
as Jen closed and before Jen could react she found herself being spun around and 
she fell back into the corner. Leoni then drove another fierce right low into 
Jen’s belly and she could feel the muscle wall start to give way, Jen then 
blocked Leoni’s left as she brought her guard down but this exposed her breasts 
and Leoni had no hesitation in targeting Jen’s left breast with a powerful right 
into the centre of the bra cup, the sound of the blow a loud wet thud overlaid 
by Jen’s agonized grunt as the bra was pierced to billow out around Leoni’s 
glove, a burst of soaked in sweat and blood squeezed out of the bra and ran down 
Jen’s belly. Belatedly Jen’s now brought her guard up but not in time to stop a 
left crunching into her nose re-starting the flow of blood from Jen’s nostrils. 
Jen’s guard took the next couple of punches before Leoni went low again with a 
left driven into Jen’s side and then a straight right into the lower belly broke 
through her muscle shield, Leoni thrilled as the glove sank deep into now soft 
flesh and an explosion of air erupted from Jen’s mouth. Jen’s guard fell away 
and she started to sink slowly down to the ring floor but Leoni had time to sink 
a left into the underside of Jen’s left breast whipping the bra clas orb up 
Jen’s body and then she accelerated it’s downward bounce by pounding the top of 
the same breast with a right as Jen finally slipped to the floor.

Leoni stepped away and hoped that Jen would make the count, a corner might have 
advised her to stay down but in her addled state Jen was gamely trying to force 
herself back to her feet. At 12 seconds she was on her knees, head down sucking 
in deep breaths and as the count continued she finally climbed back onto her 
feet at 18 seconds. Leoni waited for her in the centre of the ring as Jen weaved 
her way towards her, her legs were totally gone and she could barely keep her 
guard up so as soon as she was in range Leoni blasted a right and a left into 
both breasts, first the right sunk into Jen’s left breast stopping her in her 
tracks with an anguished cry of pain and then Leoni’s left crushed Jen’s 
right breast and she staggered back trying to keep her balance but as Leoni 
shaped to punch again Jen’s balance went and her limp legs gave out and she sat 
down with a thump. Dazed, Jen again slowly forced herself back to her feet, 
again making the count at 15 seconds having crawled back to the corner to haul 
herself up, this time though Leoni didn’t wait for her, the moment Angela said 
box on, Leon, let fly a right uppercut into the base of Jen’s left breast, a 
left into Jen’s right breast and then with Jen’s rudimentary guard now 
protecting her boobs Leoni viciously went low into Jen’s shorts with a right up 
into her sex, driving Jen up onto her toes as she gave out a guttural cry which 
was cut short by a wicked straight left to the low in centre of her shorts, not 
much higher than the earlier punch but high enough to miss the pubic bone and 
penetrate the soft delicate flesh surrounding Jen’s uterus and the 2 doses of 
sickening pain were too much for Jen and she collapsed in a heap.

Angela needlessly counted out 20 seconds as Jen writhed weakly on the ring 
floor, and then announced ‘OK, this round to Leoni, Jen you’ve accrued 82 
seconds of count so Leoni now has 4 breast shots. Rob please could you help Jen 
up and remove her bra. Rob quickly unsnapped Jen’s blood and sweat soaked bra 
and manoeuvred it off Jen’s body and then from behind he pulled a weakly 
protesting Jen to her feet. Jen’s large breasts wobbled free, easily a ‘D’ cup 
they had up tilted nipples and although sagging down her body somewhat without 
the support of the sports bra they were still magnificent, if bloody, bruised 
and swollen, especially the left which was covered in a patina of dark purplish 

bruising and blood from Jen’s nose. Leoni too was still bleeding from her nose 
although now this was just a trickle it too had soaked her bikini bottoms and 
the combined streams of blood from Leoni and Jen had made the ring look like a 
slaughterhouse, Rob who had had to hold both Leoni and Jen was splattered and 
even Angela who had remained outside the ring had fine spots of blood on her top 
where it had sprayed out from faces or clothes after a blow.

Angela signalled Leoni to take her breast blows ‘remember no more than a 10 
second pause and alternate breasts’. Jen was ready in the corner being supported 
by Rob, her now naked breasts presented out for Leoni to strike. Leoni struck 
the right breast first hitting straight she struck just below the up tilted 
nipple but she gave her glove a twist as she struck (A lesson learned from Miya) 
so that as she pancaked the breast she twisted it also as her glove ground in. 
The large breast ballooned out around her glove and a cry of pain from Jen was 
expected but the twisting glove added an extra element to the pain as Jen felt 
that the delicate, sensitive gland was being pierced by millions of sharp 
needles that were then being screwed around inside her breast so that as the 
breast bounced back into shape the cry of pain from Jen was an agonized yell. 
Now the left breast and Leoni struck up at the darkest mass of bruising that was 
on the underside of the breast, heaving the orb up Jen’s body before the glove 
squashed it flat against her chest and again screwed and ground itself in trying 
to tear a way inside of Jen’s body as the glove ground on up and past Jen’s 
breast. For a moment stretched out breast skin was visible below Leoni’s glove 
with an engorged nipple sticking straight up near Jen’s collar bone as Leoni’s 
glove lingered before it then withdrew and the breast bounced back into 
shape, as Jen shrieked with pain and squirmed and tugged to release her arms 
from Rob who was having to hold on with all his strength. Now for the 3rd blow 
and Leoni repeated her earlier strike to the right breast which shuddered and 
quivered in aftershock, the bulge of flesh surrounding the impacting glove 
seemingly larger than the earlier blow and a deepening ugly red mark showed the 
spot where the two blows had landed just below the nipple which, blood red, was 
abraded into erection. Jen now had tears of pain trickling down her face and a 
look of fear on her face as Leoni lined up for her last blow to Jen’s left 
breast. This time she struck slightly down, hitting flush on the nipple she 
stretched the breast down Jen’s body who screamed hoarsely as she collapsed to 
the floor.

‘1 minute to the next round’ announced Angela and although it looked unlikely 
that Jen would play any further part Leoni hoped that she would get to her feet, 
even if just for a short while. ’10 seconds’ said Angela and as she said this 
Rob helped Jen up, but not necessarily with Jen’s complete blessing! ‘Box on’ 
announced Angela and Leoni stalked up to Jen. Jen, needing time to fully recover 
from the blows to her sex and uterus now showed her boxing experience by 
immediately clinching with Leoni preventing Leoni from hitting with any 
meaningful blows. Awkwardly they stumbled around the ring with Leoni taking much 
of Jen’s weight whilst she tried to push her away enough to make room for a shot 
until finally she gave up and started pounding away at Jen’s lower back and 
sides, hoping to hurt Jen’s kidneys. Jen grunted with each blow and although 
Leoni wasn’t able to generate much power Jen decided that enough was enough and 
finally allowed Leoni to push her away. Leoni, frustrated and desperate to 
score, immediately leapt at Jen but straight into a fierce right which crashed 
right onto the bridge of Leoni’s nose snapping her head right back flinging 
droplets of blood and sweat from her face and causing Leoni to reel away on 
suddenly leaden legs.

Jen forced herself to follow up as Leoni staggered back and she reached out with 
a left and caught Leoni at extreme range on the cheek and then catching up and 
with Leoni’s guard high to protect her face Jen plunged her right in low to 
Leoni’s belly dragging a pained grunt out of Leoni as her largely un-tensed 
belly caved in before Jen’s glove. Now Leoni needed time to recover and she 
desperately closed with Jen trying to clinch but Jen’s experience told again as 
she stepped back and drove her right fist into the bare left breast of the 
oncoming Leoni. ‘Thud’ the glove struck as Leoni lurched forward into Jen’s 
driving right fist hitting her just below the nipple of her bare left breast and 
almost stopping her dead as for a moment Jen’s glove seemed to be propping her 
up, dug deep into Leoni’s abused breast. But then Jen withdrew her fist and like 
a matador allowed Leoni to lurch past as her attempt to clinch failed, Jen just 
barely missing with a left as Leoni slipped past her.

Leoni sensed Jen’s fist powering towards her as she almost helplessly stumbled 
past Jen and just barely was able to divert her path enough for the punch to 
miss and now she allowed her leaden legs to carry her well past the still 
turning Jen. She regretted now her rash move to try to finish Jen moments before 
as Jen’s punch between her eyes had sapped much of her energy not to mention the 
blow to her lower belly which had driven out much needed air. Her legs were 
almost collapsing beneath her, her guts and left left breast burned with pain 
from Jen’s recent punches, in fact Leoni’s legs were so far gone that she 
allowed her self to career into the ropes and spin around, chest heaving with 
exertion, to face Jen using the ropes behind to support her. In truth Jen was 
little better off but crucially she did now have the momentum of her recent 
success to bouy her as she made her way to engage Leoni.

As Jen approached Leoni new that she couldn’t remain static on the ropes so with 
an effort she forced herself up and away from the ropes towards Jen who 
approached from the centre of the ring and immediately it was all that Leoni 
could do to keep out Jen’s probing left jabs. The ring was filled with the harsh 
sounds of both fighters ragged breathing and the smack of Jen’s glove against 
Leoni’s guard and gloves each overlaid with grunts of effort from both fighters. 
Leoni kept slowly retreating backwards, making sure that she did not end up 
towards the ropes she circled backwards around the ring as lefts, jab, jab, jab, 
from Jen tested her defences then, after yet another left from Jen aimed high at 
Leoni’s head was blocked Jen dropped low and sunk a right into Leoni’s belly 
flush onto the naval. ‘Ughh’ went Leoni as despite her muscles being tensed the 
blow still hurt and she lost some air and this spurred Jen on whose left jabs 
now seemed crisper and quicker. Leoni knew she needed to change things but bided 
her time as 1, 2, 3 jabs from Jen were blocked, then as Jen through out another 
jab Leoni went from retreat to attack. Swaying inside, as she’d done earlier in 
the fight, she stepped into the forwards driving Jen driving her right fist hard 
and cleanly into the Jen’s large swaying left breast totally crushing the centre 
of the breast flat against Jen’s chest, a circle of bulging flesh briefly 
surrounded Leoni’s glove as Jen staggered to a halt an anguished groan escaping 
from her pain etched face. 

Leoni stepped back into a defensive stance as Jen briefly cradled her breast 
before once more advancing on Leoni. This time she approached more cautiously 
but still led with her left. Leoni blocked 2 slightly tentative punches before 
Jen from a slightly side on stance committed more fully to a fierce left aimed 
at Leoni’s face. Leoni’s own left swept up to deflect Jen’s punch and stepping 
in she once again plunged her right into Jen’s now unguarded left breast, which 
due to Jen’s outstretched left was jutting out and high. Thud, Leoni’s glove 
struck solidly into the outside of the breast driving the orb in and across 
Jen’s body to slap into the right breast as Leoni;’s glove ground in. ‘Arghhhh’ 
Jen couldn’t help but release scream of pain as all of the pain of the earlier 
blows to her left breast was re-kindled and enhanced by Leoni’s powerful strike.

Leoni stood ready but did not follow up as Jen reeled back a couple of steps, 
breasts heaving and wobbling, her face wet with sweat increased by the pain of 
Leoni’s last 2 breast blows. Wearily, the energy from Jen’s last success now 
waned due to Leoni’s stubborn resistance and the strikes to her much abused left 
breast, Jen brought her guard up and once more started to approach Leoni who 
slowly retreated backwards forcing Jen to keep moving and make the pace. This 
time she came with a right lead, but with slow tentative punches that Leoni had 
no trouble avoiding but rather than counter she used the time to recover whilst 
Jen, albeit at no great pace, continued to use up her reserves. For almost a 
minute Jen pushed out her right and Leoni either block or avoided the blows 
whilst steadily allowing herself to be driven backwards around the ring but 
slowly Leoni allowed her guard to drop until Jen, with no warning, suddenly 
stepped forward behind a huge right. Leoni had been waiting for this and 
dropping quickly down she drove her own right fist into the oncoming Jen 
striking hard into the centre of Jen’s tight pants punishing Jen’s uterus once 
again. ‘urghhhhhh’ exclaimed Jen along with much of her air and then again as 
Leoni’s left struck a little higher into Jen’s bare midriff. Jen lent against 
Leoni and tried to clinch, her right arm flung around Leoni but Leoni stepped 
back, leaning forward herself to give herself room and threw another right into 
the top of Jen’s pants. Jen shuddered, from behind her buttocks quivered as 
Leoni’s fist struck home and she expelled yet more air in a despairing cry and 
then Leoni struck again, lower with a short sharp vicious left and this 2nd 
punch to the uterus in quick sucession sent such waves of sickening pain through 
Jen that no amount of will power could survive and her legs lost all strength 
and she started to slowly slide down, first to her knees and then as Leoni 
stepped aside she sunk down to her haunches and bent down her womanly organs on 
fire with sickening pain and also completely winded she leant forward, her 
gloves resting on the ring floor to prevent her from slumping completely to the 
canvas.

Angela started a count, ‘1, 2, 3’ and indicated to Leoni that she should stand 
well away as Jen tried to recover, ‘4, 5, 6’ and Jen heaved in deep draughts of 
air slumped forward in the centre of the ring cursing to herself that she should 
fall for Leoni’s trick. ‘7, 8, 9 and Jen started to recover, lifting her head up 
and starting to unfold and sit up more normally before at 15 seconds she was 
crouched on her feet, gloves on the ring floor and looking for Leoni. Now Jen 
realised that Leoni was been kept back by Angela and that she’d be able to stand 
without fear of immediate attack so as Angela counted ’17, 18 she pushed herself 
to her feet.

‘Jen, you’ve accrued 20 seconds of count so far this round’ announced Angela 
before beckoning the 2 fighters together and announcing ‘box on’. Immediately 
Leoni stepped forwards and Jen instinctively snapped out a left to keep her away 
but, even as she was doing this she realised what would happen and her woprst 
fears were realised as Leoni drove forwards inside Jen’s punch and crunched her 
right fist up into the base of Jen’s left breast flinging the orb high up Jen’s 
chest before the glove enveloped and crushed the breast hard into Jen’s chest 
wall. Jen screamed out her pain and stepped back but not quick enough to avoid a 
left from Leoni which snapped into her bruised right eye. Suddenly she lost 
vision in her right eye and she felt a wetness trickling down her face, reaching 
up with her glove to wipe away the blood she left herself open to another right 
from Leoni which again punished Jen’s left breast and with a shriek of pain and 
anger Jen waded in flinging a right at Leoni who, swaying aside retaliated with 
a left hook to Jen’s body, low into her right side and then a right to the top 
of Jens shorts forcing Jen to reel back legs wobbly and mouth agape as she tried 
to drag air into herself using unresponsive lungs. Leoni drove forwards and 
tagged Jen’s eye again, causing it to bleed more profusely, Jen staggered back 
and tried to keep her guard up but when Leoni shaped to go low with a left Jen’s 
guard dropped and now Leoni tagged the inside of Jen’s right breast with a 
swinging right which drove into the inside of the breast and stretched it out to 
the side of Jen’s body, then as Jen’s guard came up, achingly slowly, Leoni 
stepped forward and her left snuck in and pounded the centre of Jen’s belly. 
Jen’s belly caved in under this final blow and she folded over Leoni’s fist 
before crashing down, landing on her rump with a crash that must have addled her 
brains as much as the blows as she immediately started to try and regain her 
feet.

Angela waved Leoni away as she started counting ‘1, 2, 3, 4’ and Jen squirmed on 
the floor trying to haul herself up instead of taking some rest. She crawled to 
the ropes near the corner and as the count reached 10 she grimly started to haul 
herself up so that at 14 seconds she was on her feet leaning back against the 
corner, blood streaming down her face completely obscuring her right eye as 
Angela said, ‘Jen you’ve now accrued 34 seconds of count, box on’. Leoni stepped 
in and with Jen’s guard barely active she drove a right into the top of Jen 
shorts ‘umpfffffff’ went Jen and immediately she started to slump to the floor 
again. Leoni had felt how deeply her fist now sunk into Jen’s belly and regarded 
with satisfaction the figure of Jen slumped forward on the floor with Angela 
once again counting over her. 1, 2, 3, 4 and Jen was gently shaking her head 
trying to clear the cobwebs that must surely have been filling her head. Again, 
without thinking she started to try and rise but, perhaps fortunately, her legs 
gave way and she sank back to the floor as Angela’s count reached ’10, 11, 12, 
13 before starting to make another attempt and finally, needing to lean heavily 
in the corner, she once again regained her feet just as Angela reached ‘19’. 
Jen, you’ve accumulated 53 seconds of count, box on’. 

Jen was out on her feet and Leoni could see that her right eye was completely 
covered with blood as she approached. Leoni jabbed with her left crunched her 
fist into Jen’s right eye and now, belatedly, as her head snapped back Jen 
brought her guard up and Leoni now, cruelly, sunk a one two into each of Jen’s 
breasts before stepping back as Jen tried to reply with a wild left as she cried 
out with the pain coursing through her breasts. Jen staggered out towards Leoni, 
off balance from the punch she’d tried to throw she had no defence to the 
clinical barrage of punches that Leoni then threw, a straight left and right 
plunged full into Jen’s generous breasts sending them swinging painfully, a left 
looped over Jen’s rudimentary guard and crunched into Jen’s gaping mouth and 
then a right sunk into Jen’s left breast causing Jen to fall back into the 
corner her left fist protectively held against her chest but Leoni now sunk a 
left into Jen’s face, catching her high on the forehead and snapping Jen’s head 
back and then, as Jen’s knees started to buckle, she drove her right fist low 
into Jen’s belly and felt the muscle wall give way as her fist sunk deep into 
Jen. An explosion of air left Jen’s lungs and she immediately sunk to the floor. 
Angela started a count but this time there seemed little doubt that Jen would be 
counted out, indeed by the time Angela had got to 20 Jen had barely moved.

‘Round to Leoni, Jen you’ve accrued 73 seconds of count so Leoni has 3 free 
breast shots. Rob, please could you help Jen to her feet and hold her for the 
breast shots, thank you’.

Rob hauled up a semi limp Jen and then Angela poured cold water over her face 
and gently cleaned the blood away from Jen’s eye before reaching behind Jen she 
started to ease down Jen’s blood and sweat soaked pants. The tight pants needed 
some persuasion to be removed but finally they dropped free and Angela threw the 
sodden cloth out of the ring. Jen obviously didn’t sunbathe totally nude! A very 
white triangle outlined a slightly smaller triangle of deep black curls! Yes 
readers, deep black so our dirty blonde Jen dyes her hair! The white triangle of 
skin was overlaid with bruises where Leoni’s fists had scored agonizing blows 
during the fight. Rob now stretched her arms out behind her pulling her taught 
in against the corner post and Angela announced ‘Leoni, you have 3 punches to 
alternate breasts, with no more than a 10 second delay between punches. Start 
when ready’.

Leoni strode up and immediately drove her right fist into Jen’s left breast, 
driving straight in she struck just above the nipple and as her glove drove in 
she gave her glove a vicious twist grinding and twisting the compressed flesh 
beneath her glove. Jen yelled in pain and twisted and squirmed in torment 
pulling in vain against Robs firm grip and her left breast darkened even more 
where Leoni’s glove had struck. Now Leoni had just 10 seconds to strike Jen’s 
right breast and as this breast had suffered less damage and was less swollen it 
stood out naturally large and proud with a slightly uptilted nipple and although 
covered with bruises it was by no means in as bad a state as was the left. Leoni 
took aim and struck with a straight punch hitting just below the nipple the 
breast ballooning out around the invading glove which, as for the previous punch 
twisted as it sunk into the tender flesh. Jen blanched and shrieked as the blow 
hit, she’d been hit in the breast many times before in countless fights but 
never had she felt the intense agony of Leoni’s twisting fist and she’d taken 8 
of these blows now, each one made her feel increasingly sick with pain.
Within moments of Leoni’s glove retreating Jen’s right breast seemed to swell 
and an ugly dark purple bruise started to form straight away but now Leoni had 
just 10 seconds to hit Jen’s already badly damaged left breast. Jen watched with 
horror as Leoni eyed up her target and then she struck, angling down slightly 
this time she again struck just above the nipple and screwed her fist into Jen’s 
flesh as her glove sank into the tender flesh the smack of wet glove striking 
wet flesh sounded ominously hard and it caused Jen to scream unashamedly in 
agony and then drop writhing to the ring floor as Rob let go, twisting in 
torment, having to ride the waves of agonising pain that rushed through her.

‘3 rounds to 1 for Leoni. Let’s recommence in 1 minute. Rob could you clean up 
Jen’s face a little before we start.’ Angela allowed a little smile to crease 
her face as she looked at Leoni, this next round was for her, she was thinking, 
revenge for Jen’s earlier brutal attacks on Leoni. Hard luck for Jen, but then 
she was well paid and really should have done better especially with the 10 
minute penalty she’d given against Leoni. Well, her problem now Angela thought 
as she now got ready to start the next round.

‘Jen, Leoni, lets keep this going. OK, box on’. From the opposite corner Leoni 
stalked across the ring towards Jen who had just been helped to her feet by Rob 
and by the time Leoni reached her Jen had managed just a couple of stiff legged 
steps out of the corner but then showed that she still had some fight and pride 
about her as she immediately snapped out a right at Leoni’s head. Leoni swayed 
back as the glove whistled past and sunk her left into Jen’s belly. ‘Ommpff’ 
went Jen and staggered away, winded by the blow. This told Leoni all she needed 
to know, that any decent blow to the belly would finish the fight so Leoni set 
about Jen’s upper body. Jen kept her guard as tight as she could to her head and 
breasts but Leoni was tireless and she pounded away at Jens guard who in turn 
staggered away across the ring until she backed helplessly into the corner. Each 
blow now knocked Jen’s guard into more and more disarray until finally Leoni had 
free access to her breasts, left then right then left again pounded in, straight 
then uppercut then hook to the side blows rained down on Jen’s breasts, 6 or 7 
blows at least had struck full on and Jen was sobbing and crying out in pain as 
her swollen and tender mammaries were struck again and again. Desperate she 
flung herself into a clinch, there wet bodies meeting in a smack as breast to 
breast Jen clung herself onto Leoni. Leoni now pounded at Jen’s lower back and 
sides, each punch drawing a more anguished grunt out of Jen as her kidney’s were 
pounded until finally her weakening arms began to let go and she started to slip 
to the floor. Leoni now clung on to Jen to hold her up and driving her back to 
the corner she flung Jen back into the post and then before Jen could fall to 
the ground Leoni dropped low and sunk a quick one two low into Jen’s belly, the 
first blow striking just above the sex punishing Jen’s uterus and then the final 
right swept up between Jens splayed legs targeting the tight black vee of Jen’s 
sex. Splat, full on Jen’s mostly hidden sex lips Leoni’s right fist struck with 
all the power she could muster and Jen went rigid with shocked pain and she 
dropped hard but even as Leoni’s fist was withdrawing her knee was driving in 
for a second blow and the hard bone of Leoni knee crashed into Jen’s tight black 
curls with awesome power crushing her hard agaist the corner post the full force 
of the blow was absorbed by Jen’s sex as momentarily she was drive back upright, 
breasts flying high, arms outstretched and eyes bulging in absolute shock before 
the rolled back in her head and she crashed to the floor unconscious. 

Angela didn’t bother with a count but said, ‘really Leoni, you should learn to 
control yourself! I should really give time for Jen to recover and award her a 
free shot against you! But I guess you’d already won so we’ll forgive your 
slight lapse BUT some of your fight and tactics were a disgrace! Any decent 
fighter would have finished you off with your lapses of concentration. I expect 
better from you! And look, you’re bruised and battered far more than any fighter 
I train should be after fighting against someone like Jen, so tomorrow we need 
to start working harder.. It’s just not good enough. That said there were some 
signs of improvement so it’s not all bad. We’ll talk more tomorrow before 
training’. With that Angela took Leoni’s gloves of while Rob attended to the 
still unconscious Jen. 

Jen was splayed out in a start shape as Rob, who’d already checked her breathing 
and made sure that her air passages were clear, pulled of her gloves and started 
to clean her face. Leoni had the satisfaction of seeing Jen’s battered sex, the 
two previously discrete lips of her labia were now grossly swollen and puffed 
out between her dark curls. ‘Rob, Leoni asked, are you going to bring Jen around 
straight away? ‘Oh she be around in a short while, I’ll get her back to the 
changing rooms and give her a gentle massage before we get her on the way.’ ‘Oh, 
I’ll get you some oil if you give me a mo.’ And before Rob or Angela could ask 
any questions Leoni dashed out of the room and returned very shortly with a 
bottle of massage oil. ‘Rub it well in, she deserves it after what she’s been 
through’ said a seemingly concerned Leoni. 

Rob, puzzled, looked at Angela who shrugged and said, ‘Jen’s coming around, do 
your best for her and I’ll give Leoni a rub down. Jen was sobbing and crying in 
pain as Rob gently tried to ease her out of the ring, but each movement sent 
waves of agony through her sex and in the end Rob had to gently lift her and 
carry her out of the ring as Angela led Leoni into the next door changing room.

For the next 10 minutes Leoni suffered and enjoyed a thorough massage from 
Angela, her breasts were terribly tender but somehow, after winning pain seems 
to lesson and then, with no warning, a terrible scream of absolute terror and 
pain made Angela leap out of her skin and a crash and sound of someone thrashing 
in agony came from the next room. Rob came rushing into the room and with him, a 
strong pungent smell as he exclaimed ‘something’s wrong, Jen’s in agony I 
think…’ but he got no further as Angela leaped out to see what was going on.

Leoni stretched on the couch and smiled in satisfaction as the sounds of torment 
went on from the next room followed by curses from Angela and finally the sound 
of the shower being turned full on as still the wretched sounds of Jen in agony, 
hoarse screams and shrieks coming in almost a continuous barrage of sound until 
finally they started to subside and with the shower still seeming to be full on 
Angela came back to Leoni. ‘Very funny, but how in hell did Rob not smell it? 
Asked Angela ‘What, you mean the Garlic and Chilli oil? Don’t you remember when 
he nearly poisoned us with that salad dressing last week? He can’t smell, not a 
single thing the poor dear’. Then Leoni mused ‘I wonder where he would have 
started his massage? Knowing Rob probably Jen’s breasts but, she’s not cut there 
although perhaps her nipples would have stung a bit but, for sure he’d have 
wanted to ease the awful sting in her sex and I’m sure he’d have wanted to put a 
good dollop of shiny slippery oil on his hands before he massaged such a 
sensitive area… hmmmmmmm,’ and Leoni tailed of into a dreamy sigh and all Angela 
could do was to gently kneed away at Leoni’s totally relaxed torso while 
planning the next stages of Leoni’s training and thinking to herself, ‘well 
Angela, you might just have something here, a monster maybe, but perhaps also a 
great fighter. Lets hope she learns enough in the next 9 months to fight and win 
against a genuine monster. And maybe, for the first, time Angela cared and 
hoped.


The fight against Jute begins in the next chapter


Part 3 to follow

TJ
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