Justice Battle: Val’s Revenge.
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts

This is a sequel to the story – Justice Battle – Anita v Val

A week after Anita had destroyed Val in a justice battle contest she was still 
terribly sore and tender. For the first 3 days she’d been hospitalized as the 
nano bots had worked away inside her repairing the damage that Val had inflicted 
on her, but for the last 4 days she’d been in the care of the Anne and Helen, 
her seconds for her battle with Val. 

Despite still being heavily bruised and tender Anita felt like she was in 
heaven. Laid out face down on a massage table she sighed with pleasure as Anne 
and Helen gently massaged her body. Working with well practiced sensuous fingers 
and with heady smelling massage oil Anne was working up from Anita’s feet whilst 
Helen kneaded and worked down from Anita’s upper back and shoulders her fingers 
delicately slipping underneath Anita’s bra strap and snapping open the catch. 
‘Oohhhhhhh’ sighed Anita as Helen eased her hands down her sides towards her 
breasts before sliding them back up, holding Anita down as she tried to lift up 
to allow full access to her breasts. Unspoken was ‘not yet, not yet’ and now 
Anita was unconsciously raising her bum and spreading her legs as Helens hands 
glided lower and lower and just barely dipped under the waistband of her 
knickers whilst Anne fingers traced a delicate path on Anita’s upper thighs 
before starting to work slowly back down Anita’s legs again, almost but not 
quite tickling, almost unbearably erotic, Anita squirmed with pleasure and ached 
for release, ached for a hand to plunge inside her knickers, for her breasts to 
be caressed but instead the sensual torture continued as Helen gradually worked 
back up away from her rear and Anita once again unconsciously tried to rear up 
to allow access to her breasts but the firm hands pushing and kneading away at 
her back held her firmly down whilst her delicate fingers teased away at her 
sides and outer slopes of her perky breasts giving promise of greater delights 
to come. Anne meanwhile was working on Anita’s legs, working away from her rear 
her fingers lingered at the backs of Anita’s knees then lightly tripped up her 
thighs and kneaded the panty clad rear that arced up to meet her.
‘ooohhh, ooohhhh, ooohhh’ Anita gently sighed in rhythm with the synchronised 
massage in utter pleasure mixed with the beginnings of desperation as she willed 
the hands to reach her most secret of places. Her skin and panties gleamed with 
oil, the panties were slick and transparent as they tightly clung to her rear.

Anita sighed again in anticipation as finally she was rolled over onto her back 
and Helen’s naked breasts dangled over her face as Helen lent down to her, her 
fingers tracing an almost unfelt patter over her face as they slipped behind 
Anita’s head gently lifting it towards her firm jutting boobs. Suddenly Anita’s 
world was plunged into darkness as Anne slipped a blindfold over her eyes and 
Anita groaned in disappointment which suddenly turned to erotic pleasure as 
Helen allowed the stiff peaks of her nipples to gently caress Anita’s own stiff 
nubs. Anita’s back arched as she tried to maximise the contact, her beautiful 
small perky breasts, still bruised and battered but aching now with pleasure 
tried to spear up into Helen’s dangling pair but, ever the tease, Helen leaned 
back and kept a minimal contact before sliding her pointy nipples down Anita’s 
body towards the silky sheen of her oil slicked panties.

Unable to see, Anita could feel the heat from Helen’s thighs as she now squatted 
near her head leaning forwards to caress Anita’s upper body. Helen’s hands 
reached down towards the waistband of Anita’s knickers and then gently worked up 
Anita’s body to breasts, aching to be touched despite their bruising, to nipples 
stiff and proud and feeling to Anita more erect than they’d ever felt before 
with her small delicate areola crinkled into deep valley’s and stiff ridges 
almost to the point of hurting. Meanwhile Anne was working up Anita’s legs 
towards her upper thighs and her sex which was gaping open in anticipation, 
swollen against the tight, delicate and sensuous material of her knickers. Anita 
moaned in delight as Anne’s fingers gently traced the contours of her sex 
through the gauzy material, she tried to force herself against Anne’s hands but Anne 
reached higher and gently tickled Anita’s lower belly sending delicious almost painful 
flutters through her lower belly until she could no longer maintain her arch and she 
slumped back onto the couch.

Now Anne’s hands trickled slowly around Anita’s upper thighs whilst her lips 
every so gently kissed and nibbled their way up Anita’s legs. Helen’s hands had 
now reached down towards Anita’s lower belly and again Anita moaned in delight 
and desperation as for a moment Helen hands thrummed lightly against her sex and 
as her hips arched she felt Anne’s hand clasp her buttocks. Panting and gasping 
for breath she rode a beautiful crest of almost orgasm and then Helen’s hands 
retreated once again slipping up her belly to caress and cup the lower slopes of 
her breasts, fingers gently cupping and sliding up to cup rigid nipples she 
moaned, seemingly in torment ‘ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh’ ahhhhhhhhh’ and she 
exploded into an orgasm so strong that her muscles locked herself rigid in an 
arch ramming her breasts into Helen’s hands, her nipples painfully hard and her 
body flushed a deep red. Anne watched Anita’s cunt spasm through the sheer material of 
her panties and clenched her hands on Anita’s buttocks in time with her pulsations, 
clench, clench, clench totally out of control Anita’s orgasm went on and on, a trickle 
of clear juices soaking through the gusset of her panties with each spasm until 
finally, seemingly spent, the pulsations slowed and Anita started to fall back against 
the couch but Anne’s hands drew Anita’s knickers down and suddenly her mouth which had 
been fluttering kisses and nibbles on Anita’s upper thighs descended onto Anita’s sex 
and with a gentle flick of her tongue Anita exploded once again with a piercing, almost 
agonized shriek, as Anne lathed at her sex her tongue delicately parting the swollen 
lips of Anita’s sex and flicking ever so softly but rapidly against the nub of her 
sensitive clit.

Crying in ecstasy Anita’s eyes rolled back in her head as she threatened to 
hyperventilate, the room span around her head as the wonderful thrill went on 
and on until with one final lap of Anne’s tongue and a caress of Helen’s lips 
against her own Anita’s body gave out and she fainted in delicious agony.

Moments later Anita swam back into hazy consciousness just as the door to the 
massage room exploded out in a huge explosion. Ears ringing she barely heard the 
thud of a baton cracking against Helen’s head but she felt the deadweight as 
Helen fell against her. The massage table rocked as somewhere towards her feet 
Anne desperately struggled against a number of assailants but with another thud 
she too was knocked senseless and then Anita, still blindfolded, was hauled to 
her feet from under Helen who slipped heavily to the floor. Disorientated Anita 
felt rough hands binding her legs and arms and then, thrust violently to the 
floor her arms were drawn behind her and she was tied into a stringent hog tie, 
her belly, still tender from Val’s blows the week before, flamed in agony as a 
pole was slipped between her drawn together wrists and ankles and she was lifted 
up of the ground and carried quickly out of the room.

Almost fainting with pain Anita recognized that she was been taken down to the 
basement car park and with a brutal violence she was flung into the back of a 
waiting van, her exposed breasts taking the full force of her landing on the 
rough floor of the van she fainted.

Waking up some time later she was still hogtied but now laid on her side as the 
van rocked it’s way to its destination which it reached after what seemed to 
Anita to be hours, but was probably only about 20 minutes. Hauled out of the van 
she then heard the sounds of a scuffle and muted screams and curses before a 
sickening thud brought silence. Anita screamed as her hair was lifted up by her 
hair and the bounds between her arms and legs were cut. Held upright on dead 
legs her eyes screamed out in agony as her blindfold was ripped away; at first 
she could see nothing but slowly her eyes adjusted and she realised she was in a 
boxing ring held up in the corner, then she spotted Anne, bound up outside the 
ring on an X frame groggily lifting her head which showed the bruises of the 
beating she’d received.

‘Welcome’ said a harsh thick voice, and if Anita had chosen to ignore this the 
slap around her face got her attention. ‘A wealthy client desires to see you 
fight…. And lose, and I am your opponent. You may call me Nadia, I’ve always 
liked that name’. Anita gazed at the latin Nadia who looked very powerful, her 
sleeveless teeshirt exposed thick strong arms and broad shoulders atop a 
powerful body atop long strong legs. ‘I don’t want to fight though’ said Anita 
but as she said this a squat powerful women drove her bare fist viciously into 
Anne’s breast and Anne’s pained cry echoed around the room. ‘That’s Ok’ said 
Nadia ‘but every time you refuse Sam over there will driver her fist into your 
friend Anne’s breasts, and if she gets tired Jo will take over and then Violet. 
You get the picture, so will you fight?’ Horrified, Anita could only nod. ‘Good, 
oh and to keep you motivated we won’t have any counts but each time you go down 
Sam will strike Anne’s breasts and then again every time you refuse to get back 
up. Put these on then and let’s get started’.

Anita was let go as a pair of leather gloves were passed to her, no padding and 
the rough leather was stained with old blood. Nadia was already flexing her 
fingers in a similar pair of gloves as an attendant forced Anita’s hands into 
her own pair. Nadia stripped her vest off to reveal a body as powerful as Anita 
had feared; large breasted her strong pectorals held her breasts high and 
firm, large thick nipples, almost black, surrounded by large areola pointed 
proudly up. ‘Big targets hey’ grinned Nadia ‘gives you an advantage with your 
little apples, but you’ve got to hit them first and I don’t think you will’. 

Stripping of her shorts to stand naked Nadia said ‘ready? Then let’s begin’. 
Nadia flew across the ring, her right fist flying out and crushing Anita’s right 
breast, her knuckles were not clenched in a conventional fist, only the tips of 
her finger were folded over and her hand sank into Anita’s breast like a blunt 
knife, striking just below Anita’s up tilted nipple. Anita screamed and fell 
back into the ropes as Nadia stood in front of her grinning. Anita brought her 
guard up and then tried to hit Nadia who contemptuously flicked Anita’s right 
fist aside and blasted her own right fist into Anita’s left breast, another 
knuckle punch And Anita screamed out again as her still tender breasts exploded 
in agony. Anita tried to slip away down the ropes but Nadia cuffed her in the 
face, a stinging blow snapping her head around and sent her stumbling along the 
ropes. 

Anita stumbled away, her breasts burning with agony after Nadia’s two, martial 
art like strikes. Lurching into the corner Anita was facing the bound Anne with 
Sam poised ready to strike against Anne’s defenceless breasts the beginnings of 
a bruise already visible on Anne’s left breast where Sam had struck with her 
bare fist. Seeing this, Anita exploded inside with anger, turning quickly she 
faced the grinning Nadia who stood casually waiting in the centre of the ring. 
Anita, tears of anger and pain stinging her eyes, strode out towards Nadia 
balling her fists tightly she let fly with both fists flinging out her right and 
lefts at Nadia’s face. Nadia treated the attack with contempt, her left arm 
swatted Anita’s right fist aside and stepping inside Anita’s wild left Nadia 
crushed her clenched right fist into Anita’s mouth. At Nadia’s full power Anita 
would have lost teeth, but Nadia would have also harmed her unprotected fist so 
she had pulled her punch somewhat. Nonetheless as Anita’s head whipped back her 
lips instantly began to swell and Anita had the acrid taste of blood filling her 
mouth and then she screamed, blood and phlegm ejecting from her mouth as Nadia’s 
left fist swept up into the soft flesh of Anita’s right breast. The cameras, 
capturing the scene for Val, saw each bony protrusion of Nadia’s knuckled fist 
through the tight rough leather of the glove as, in slow motion, the glove swept 
up into the underside of Anita’s right breast, knifing in smoothly until the 
glove met the resistance of Anita’s chest wall and her tender flesh was crushed 
against unyielding bone. Still the glove powered in and Anita was driven onto 
her toes, her distorted breast folded in from below bulged up above Nadia’s 
glove and then twisted as Nadia screwed her fist around. Anita’s mouth opened 
wide and with her head still leaning back from the mouth punch an ejecta of 
blood and spittle burst up into the air as she screamed in pain.

Falling back away from Nadia’s glove Anita twisted around to try and keep 
balance and just managed to grab the top rope as she fell towards it. Hauling 
herself upright she turned to face Nadia and instantly her head was rocked to 
the side as Nadia whipped a left cross into Anita’s cheek, a glancing blow it 
still sent Anita reeling down the ropes away from more punishment but as she 
turned half aside Anita left her right side Kidney exposed and Nadia powered her 
right glove into Anita’s side and lower back sending Anita stumbling into the corner. 
‘Urgggghh’ grunted Anita at the intense nauseous pain which threatened to make her pass 
out. Stumbling into the corner all the strength drained out of her body it took all of 
her strength to hold herself up against the corner post. Nadia could have struck again 
but she waited as Anita awkwardly turned to face her, arms held in a semblance of a 
guard with elbows tucked in to her breasts and gloves held high. Nadia sent two quick 
punches in, a left and a right which both swept underneath Anita’s guard and crushed 
against the undersides of each of her breasts. ‘Ahhh…ehhhhhhh’ cried out Anita as her 
ineffectual guard caved in and each breast was jolted up her body, instinctively her 
guard dropped and Nadia now threw a looping right onto the bridge of Anita’s nose 
whipping Anita’s head back violently. Anita’s eyes crossed as her head slumped back 
forwards, blood trickling from her nose to join the flow from her mouth and as she 
stumbled out of the corner her guard dropped completely and as she started to drop and 
fall forwards Nadia pounded the hardest punch so far flush onto the nipple of Anita’s 
left breast, again with her fist closed just to knuckles, her iron strong hand trained 
by hours of finger tip and knuckle press ups ripped into Anita’s breast which even 
captured in slow motion seemed to explode away from Nadia’s glove and then as the glove 
quickly withdrew for a moment the imprint of 4 knuckles showed white and indented in 
Anita’s crushed and distorted breast either side of an abraded nipple before the 
tortured boob rushed back into shape. Anita thudded back into the corner post, her face 
ashen at the intense pain she was powerless to stop herself sliding down the post her 
gloved hands cradling breast that were marked with the vicious welts of Nadia’s gloves.

As Anita hit the canvass Nadia lent down and heaved her around so that she could see 
Anne strung up outside the ring. Sam let fly with her ungloved right fist into the soft 
delicate flesh of Anne’s generous left breast. As Sam let fly Anita weakly cried out 
‘nooooo’ but the wet slap of bare fist against breast drowned out Anita’s cry. Anne 
gasped as her left breast was crushed but managed to cry out, ‘stay down, it won’t make 
any difference, they’ll punish us anyhow’ but then Anne did cry out as at a nod from 
Nadia, Sam crushed Anne’s right breast. ‘Going to get up?’ Nadia asked Anita, ‘stop it, 
stop it, I’m trying’ cried out Anita as Sam let fly again at Anne’s left breast, each 
punch hitting Anne’s pale breasts flush on her small delicate nipples causing the 
breast to balloon out around the invading hand and Anne to jerk violently against her 
tight bounds.

Anita pushed herself up onto all fours, blood dripping from her nose and mouth onto the 
floor beneath her, her dangling breasts seen from behind through her parted legs swayed 
beneath her and showed the vicious welts of Nadia’s gloves staining the pale flesh on 
the underside of each breast. Anita hauled herself up grimacing with pain at each jolt 
to her breasts and then the camera panned up close and imprinted in Anita’s left 
breast, obviously swollen larger than the right, was 4 purple marks from Nadia’s 
knuckles. 

Sam was about to strike Anne again as Anita just about got onto her feet but Nadia 
signalled Sam to wait and beckoned Anita to come and meet her in the centre of the 
ring. As Anita paused leaning heavily against the corner post Nadia nodded at Sam and 
her fist thudded into Anne’s left breast. At Anne’s cry Anita cried out in rage – as 
was Nadia’s intent – and flung herself once again at Nadia. But, Anita wasn’t a fighter 
so didn’t know how this game was played she just knew that her fists were striking air 
and then Nadia targeted Anita’s right breast with first her right fist sweeping across 
and driving into the inside flank, her stiffened fingers threatening to rip the breast 
of Anita’s body as her knuckles drove sideways through the boob stretching and driving 
it out away from Anita’s body as the rough leather glove drove in and then across the 
breast abrading the nipple. Anita screamed and started to twist away but not quickly 
enough as even as Nadia’s right glove was withdrawing Nadia’s left struck the still 
stretched out breast full on so that the nipple which was still stretched out away from 
Anita’s body bulged out obscenely as Nadia’s glove drove into the exposed flank that 
was stretched out across Anita’s body. 

Anita staggered back, her blood flecked face registering severe pain and shock but she 
was  willing her body to stand up, to resist Nadia’s punishment to save Anne from being 
punched for as long as possible. Her previously pert breasts were now swollen and 
distended and the right breast now was marked worse than the left with the abrading 
effect of Nadia’s glove evident across her nipple which glowed a hot raw angry red 
surrounded by quickly darkening bruises. Nadia beckoned Anita out to meet her again and 
for an instant Anita hesitated but the momentary glance from Nadia to Sam had Anita 
reluctantly making her way back into the ring to meet a gut wrenching right into 
Anita’s navel. Nadia had closed her fist all the way this time but still the punch had 
too much power for Anita who, not been hit in the stomach thus far, was concentrating 
on protecting her breasts and hadn’t tensed her muscles. Stricken she folded up around 
Nadia’s fist and lurched back, trying and trying to grab air and stay upright but 
giving up the struggle she fell back onto her backside and then onto her side gasping 
for breath.

Sam was quick to strike Anne, this time Anne’s right breast was the target and with 
Anne’s arms being stretched up taught above her breasts were terribly vulnerable. Sam 
was striking the centre of Anne’s breast with each blow and her ungloved fist was 
striking painfully deep. Already Anne’s breasts were swollen and she’d only taken a few 
blows but now with Anita’s gasping for breath Sam rained a steady barrage of punches, 
now the left and Anne gasped, trying not to cry out she couldn’t help herself as now 
the right breast again was invaded and bulged out around Sam’s fist. Each punch had 
between 5 to 10 seconds between as Sam set herself as well as she could, now striking 
the left dragging a full bloodied scream of rage anger and hurt from Anne. 

Anita’s head hung down, as she desperately tried to gather herself. She winced at yet 
another blow from Sam brought a yell from Anne and as she painfully dragged herself up 
by the ropes she saw Sam’s fist strike deep into Anne’s left breast, swollen beyond 
even her own, sweat springing away from the Sam’s glove as it pancaked the breast, 
sweat swinging away from Anne’s hair as her head whipped around violently as her 
bruised sensitive flesh was tormented. Seeing that Anita was up Sam stopped and 
regarded Anne, her sweat soaked body heaving in gasps of air, bruised, swollen chest 
rising and falling and the sound of Anne’s ragged breathing sweet music to Sam’s ears.

‘Ready for more’ Nadia asked and once again beckoned Anita forwards. Trying to be 
circumspect and not approach too quickly but to come on quickly enough to prevent Nadia 
signalling Sam to strike again Anita made her way into centre ring. Nadia though seemed 
to want to play and she stepped away forcing Anita to keep coming towards her until, 
almost at a point when Nadia was backed into the corner, Nadia swooped in low, her 
right fist plunging just inches above Anita’s sex. Not full power, or Anita would have 
been finished. Nadia had judged the force of the blow perfectly. Anita’s Uterus was 
pounded and Anita’s gagged in pain and started to fold over but before she had the 
chance to drop to the floor Nadia grabbed both breasts and she hauled Anita towards 
her, dragging her forcibly up onto her toes and almost into an embrace, her fingers 
squeezing tightly into Anita’s bruised flesh, the tips of her nipples oozing out from 
between the thumb and first finger of Nadia’s hands, turning purple with the intense 
pressure, the breasts being stretched out, up and away from Anita’s body leaving her no 
choice but to perch up on her tip toes as she screamed in torment almost suspended by 
her breasts until Nadia swung her around and slammed her into the corner post. Holding 
her by the left breast Nadia swung Anita’s right arm over the rope and then 
transferring her grip to the right breast Nadia similarly looped Anita left arm over 
the corner rope closing each of Anita’s fists around the thick course rope. 

‘If you fall now, I will let Sam strike 10 blows to Anne’s breasts. If you can hold 
yourself up for the next 3 punches I’ll give you both a minute of respite’. Anita 
didn’t look like she could hold anything let alone herself. Her breasts hung low, large 
and swollen with both nipples distended, the right nipple looking especially raw as did 
the flesh of the boob, marked with a livid red raw horizontal stripe which tracked the 
path of one of Nadia’s blows.

Anita held onto the ropes her face a picture of pain and fear of what might be about to 
happen. She willed herself to hold on as Nadia’s fist drew back, fist cocked like a 
spear just before it started to drive forwards. 

Nadia knew that Anita was almost finished but wanted to drag things out just a little 
longer, she eyed up Anita’s heaving breasts, the drum tight skin slicked wet with sweat 
and decided to drive her fists in flush against each red raw nipple in turn so she drew 
her fist back and centred herself on the nipple of Anita’s left breast. Anita flinched 
in anticipation and reflexively drew herself back but Nadia, seeing this, knew that her 
punch would be more effective with Anita pressed back hard against the corner post. Her 
fist set off, angling down slightly at the nipple of Anita’s left breast with her fist 
clenched to hit knuckle first it struck just as Anita closed her eyes. Impact! Nadia’s 
fist struck in and flesh billowed out beneath her glove as the breast was knocked down 
and the glove speared in, the force of the blow jolted Anita’s whole body and she 
screamed as the pain hit. But Nadia’s blow continued, she leaned in hard as the glove 
hit and with no more penetration possible the breast was dragged down and down Anita’s 
body, stretching the upper flank unmercifully until the forces of friction were no 
longer strong enough to prevent Nadia’s rough glove from sandpapering its way down 
across Anita’s breast. Anita’s scream rose up in intensity as Nadia’s glove tore 
through and across her flesh and she only stayed up because her whole body was locked 
rigid in pain. Her left breast bobbed back up as Anita’s glove withdrew, swelling and 
swelling the skin visibly reddening and darkening, the blood red nipple surrounded by 
black and purple bruises. Just above the nipple where Anita’s glove had struck many 
tiny blood spots appeared and the nipple itself looked about to explode as it swelled 
angrily. 

Anita was still in shock as with barely a pause Nadia struck again, this time the blow 
was repeated to the right breast and Anita, still screaming in agony from the first 
blow was jolted into a moments awful silence, the only noise the echo of the wet splat 
of Anita’s rough leather glove hitting Anita’s breast.

For a moment Anita was held rigid, the only movement her right breast as it quaked in 
aftershock then her head sank back and she screamed in torment. Her eyes rolled back 
and as her legs buckled her hands started to slip free of the ropes as at the same time 
a trickle of blood ran down her breast from her abraded right nipple. Her left arm 
slipped free and, still partly held up by the right, she swung around towards the ropes 
and made a last effort to hold herself up and flung her left arm over the middle rope 
and half fell forwards so that her head slipped between the top and middle rope. 
Thwack, as Anita fell the coarse hemp rope hit just below her breasts and this caused 
another yell of pain from her as the rope bit into her breasts tender underside, 
forcing her bruised swollen orbs to balloon up and her reddened nipples to swell even 
more and the leak of blood from her right nipple to increase. The pain was too much and 
once again Anita’s eyes fluttered back in their sockets and her body gave up its 
attempt to remain conscious and she slipped to the floor, the rough hemp rope dragging 
itself slowly up the lower flanks of Anita’s breasts until, with a rush, gravity took 
full control and the rope whipped up past Anita’s nipples dragging the breasts up her 
body until a moment later they took the full impact of Anita’s dead weight as she hit 
the ring floor.

After a few moments Anita groaned. Nadia reached down and twisted her hands into 
Anita’s hair and slowly dragged her into a sitting position as new flows of blood from 
Anita’s nose and mouth trickled down onto the bloody flanks of her breasts. ‘Watch’ 
Nadia commanded and forced Anita’s head up to see Anne as Sam prepared to strike. Anita 
could see Anne face on but there was also a large screen which showed a view of Anne 
from above and to the front. This view, focused on Anne’s breasts, clearly showed the 
bruising and swelling inflicted by Sam’s bare fist.

As Sam prepared to strike Jo stepped up and whispered something into her ear; Sam 
grinned, nodding assent as she drew her fist back. Thud, her fist crunched into Anne’s 
left breast, the shock of the blow clearly seen in the close up view as Anne’s breast 
distorted under Sam’s fist, shockwaves travelling up through Anne’s boob billowing it 
up around Sam’s fist. But even as Anne was drawing breath Sam had stepped aside and the 
left handed Jo powered her left into Anne’s right breast, then in turn she made room 
for Sam and the pair of them kept driving their fists into Anne’s breasts with all 
their power in a quick cadence.

No sooner had one fist withdrawn than the other breast was pounded in a continuous 
barrage. A rising keening note from Anne recorded her increasing distress as each full 
breast was pounded in turn with straight powerful drives to the nipple. After the last 
blow was struck Anne’s right breast dropped down onto her heaving chest and as Anne 
squirmed and writhed in her bounds the awful reaction to the blows began to take 
effect. Both breasts started to darken as the bruising took hold, violent black and 
purple marks showed where nard knuckles had struck in and the abused breasts were 
visibly swelling and as they did so began to sag down Anne’s body.

Anita closed her eyes, her face distorted in pain and anguish at the damage done to her 
friend, although she herself was probably in a worst state she couldn’t help think that 
(as intended) the blows to Anne were due to her not being strong enough to resist 
Nadia. 

‘Time to get up, unless you want Sam to start on Anne again’ said Nadia ‘I’ll give you 
10 seconds’. Slowly, Anita hauled herself to her feet. She was a sight; her recent fall 
had re started the flows of blood from her mouth and nose so trials of blood were 
running down her torso, both breasts were swollen and hung heavy on her body, livid 
purple and black bruises overlaid with red friction marks were Nadia’s gloves had torn 
across them, friction marks that were almost bleeding and the worst of these marks 
centered on Anita’s nipples, 2 red raw stubs swollen into erection by the dreadful 
rasping effect of Nadia’s gloves and the swelling flesh behind. 

‘Ok, we’ll start again. But remember, if you back away too much I’ll signal Sam to 
strike Anne’ announced Nadia before beckoning Anita towards her in the centre of the 
ring. Anita slowly advanced, the fear of what Nadia might do next holding her back but 
against that was the fear of Anne being struck if she didn’t so she forced herself 
forwards. Not quick enough as suddenly a thud of fist against flesh was heard and Anne 
screamed in agony. Anita cried out and rushed forwards and as before the rage and anger 
of hearing Anne being struck led her to foolhardiness and into a right uppercut to the 
base of her left breast. Nadia timed her blow to perfection and stopped the onrushing 
Anita in her tracks with her fist travelling almost vertically as it hit Anita’s breast 
raising her onto her toes as the glove sunk in and then drove up through the tortured 
flesh, whipping the breast up to slap against Anita’s upper body and then the rough 
leather glove ground on up the underside of Anita’s breast with Anita’s forwards 
momentum adding extra agony to the blow. Anita dropped down from her tiptoes and rocked 
back on her heels as Nadia’s glove withdrew, but even as her breast was dropping back 
down Nadia’s left whipped across Anita’s body striking the outside flank of Anita’s 
right breast and driving through and across into the inside flank of the still 
descending left breast and whipping this out to the side. 

Anita howled with pain as both nipples and flesh were rasped by Nadia’s glove and now 
she tried desperately to cover them up but Nadia, now went low and targeted Anita’s 
ovaries, the area a few inches above and to the left and right of Anita’s sex with a 
quick one two, striking downwards with closed left and right fists with a power Nadia 
judged that Anita might just cope with. It didn’t feel to Anita that Nadia had pulled 
her punches as sickening, gut wrenching pain assailed her and she gagged and started to 
fold over staggering backwards on stiff leaden legs sapped of all strength Anita 
lurched into the ropes and clung on as she tried to ride out the pain to her 
reproductive organs. 

Nadia called out, ‘come on, don’t back off’ and then nodded at Sam who now struck 
Anne’s right breast. Anita looked up just as Sam struck Anne and she saw Anne’s grossly 
swollen breast balloon up around Sam’s fist which this time Sam left impaled in Anne’s 
breast as she ground her knuckles around twisting and tearing at the glands within. 
Anne wailed, and as she did so Anita was horrified to see blood trickling out from 
between the clenched fingers of Sam’s fist. As Sam’s grasping fist withdrew Anne’s 
right breast exploded out and flopped down, swollen large and turgid the nipple was 
dripping blood and the breast was quickly swelling up as a result of the cumulative 
punches and Sam’s vicious twisting.

Hunched over, her swollen breasts hanging and swaying from her torso, Anita forced 
herself back towards Nadia. As soon as she was in range Nadia drove her right fist into 
the top flank of Anita’s left breast, deliberately angling the blow so that it whipped 
through the breast and across the nipple rather than striking into the body so that the 
rough leather glove scoured and abraded a path across the breast. ‘arghhhhh’ Anita 
screamed as Nadia’s glove made her breast splat against her lower chest before swinging 
violently back. Anita now tried to cradle her breasts to avoid further punishment so 
Nadia targeted Anita’s face, a left scrunched her nose and a torrent of blood 
immediately released and then a right to the mouth added to the flow of blood and Anita 
stood rocking back dazed by the 2 quick blows even though they had been pulled 
somewhat. Nadia faked another blow to the face and reflexively Anita’s arms shot up to 
defend herself and suffered a quick one two through the top flanks of her breasts, 
again Nadia’s aim was to abrade the flesh and nipples and these blows felt to Anita 
like two her breasts had been flamed by two searing blow torches and she screamed and 
sobbed in torment as she again cradled her breasts. 

Nadia though gave no respite, her next blow was a right uppercut to Anita’s right 
breast, Anita’s right arm whipped up as it was struck, partially protecting the breast 
from the worst of the blow but now Anita’s right fist swung in from the side and struck 
the breast into a sandwich between her invading fist and Anita’s left glove which was 
still cradling her left breast. Crushed between two rough leather gloves on each side 
the breast was squeezed out before Nadia’s glove ground over it leaving a horizontal 
smear of blood from the now steadily leaking right nipple. No matter how Anita tried to 
protect her breasts Nadia battered her guard aside and whipped her fists through and 
across them, her intent to abrade and scour the flesh without dealing a knockout blow. 
Anita already had a steady drip of blood from her right nipple and soon both breasts 
had many tiny spots of blood from their abraded skin running and mixing with the sweat 
from Anita’s body. Anita’s eyes were glazed, her breathing was harsh, ragged and rapid 
as her body tried to deal with the pain but she didn’t dare to retreat too far, every 
time she took more than one step away Nadia just had to glance towards Anne and Sam. 

In truth Nadia was surprised at Anita’s resolve, and even more surprised when, as she 
meaningfully glanced at Sam, Anita took the chance to drive her fist into Nadia’s right 
breast. Not hard and not struck very well, but Nadia jumped back at the stinging blow 
and for an instant shear anger determined her response and she launched a fierce right 
fist flush into the nipple of Anita’s left breast, driving in with knuckles extended 
the breast was impaled and such was the force of the blow that Anita was knocked bodily 
backwards across the ring to crash down onto her rear with a thump, her mouth in an ‘O’ 
of agony and blood streaming from her nipple. Seemingly in slow motion from her upright 
seated position Anita’s arms slumped to her sides and she slowly fell backwards to lie 
unconscious flat on her back. Her breasts black, purple, bloody and abraded all over 
their flesh with 2 stiff red nipples leaking blood sticking up from the centre from the 
grossly swollen and misshapen flesh of her boobs.

Seeing that Anita was down Sam quickly struck at Anne’s left breast, she wanted to 
start that leaking to match Anne’s right breast. Anne howled in pain and squirmed but 
her breast remained intact, then Sam struck at Anne’s wounded right and Anne screamed 
in agony as blood burst from her nipple in a thin jet which arced across the floor as 
Sam’s bare fist scrunched up into the underside. Anita was beginning to come around, 
helped by some smelling salts, as Anne’s shrill scream rent the air. She tried to get 
up, but dizzy from the waves of pain she slipped face down and almost out again as Sam 
sunk her fist into Anne’s left breast grinding and twisting it as she did so hitting 
flush onto the nipple. She was rewarded by a tiny droplet of blood and as Anita was 
still struggling to get up she struck again at Anne’s left breast and was rewarded by a 
jet of blood across her face as this breast too let loose its damaged contents. Anne 
sagged in her bounds, her hoarse scream echoing around the ring as both of her breasts 
subsided from a steady stream of blood to quick heavy drips that splashed unevenly on 
the floor beneath her bound feet.

Nadia signaled Sam to stop for a moment and said to Anita who had crawled to the ropes 
in an attempt to haul herself up. ‘Anita, you’ve got 10 seconds otherwise I think 
Anne’s breasts might explode’. Anita desperately, and with her own breasts and face 
leaking blood copiously, somehow managed to haul herself back to her feet. ‘Well done’ 
exclaimed Nadia ‘I think now we’ll play a little differently. I advise you not to allow 
yourself to be backed into a corner or against the ropes, if you do my helpers here’, 
she signaled outside the ring as 6 rough looking women stood in close attendance, 
‘well, they’ll help you to remain standing which is good, but the downside is that if 
they’re holding you up Sam will strike Anne exactly where I strike you’. And as Nadia 
said this she looked meaningfully at the pale triangle of hair between Anita’s legs. 
‘So, what are you waiting for?’ asked Nadia and glanced at Sam who struck once more at 
Anne’s bloody right breast. 

Anne screamed, her voice weak and raspy but the sound of this forced Anita forwards. On 
stiff unsteady legs she walked in the centre of the ring but now Nadia was no longer 
playing so she struck up at the hunched over Anita and straightened her with a right to 
the left breast. Blood sprayed up and Anita lurched upright and back a step as her 
breast flew up and flopped down, blood briefly flying as if from a loose hosepipe. 
Thud, thud a quick one two to each breast and Anita was quickly piloted backwards to 
slump against the corner post. She’d have continued a slide down to the floor but a 
pair of hands quickly grabbed her by the breasts and halted her drop squeezing the 
bloody flesh hard and using them to hold Anita’s entire body weight as she once again 
passed out blood oozing out from between the firmly clenched fingers. Quickly Anita’s 
arms were tied up and raised high above her head as they were tied to a rafter up 
above. Then smelling salts were applied and Anita was brought around. 

As soon as Anita was properly awake Nadia powered her right fist just above Anita’s 
pubes. The fist sunk into the flesh as it hit with full power and pummeled Anita’s 
uterus. ‘Ughhhhh’ Anita convulsed as she felt Nadia glove penetrate her sensitive organ 
and almost immediately Nadia struck twice more, this time to each side of her first 
blow aiming to pummel Anita’s ovaries, with similar effects as striking the balls of a 
man Anita, forced to take the blows gasped in agony with no breath to scream and 
muscles frozen she couldn’t draw breath as sickening pain washed over her. She tried to 
retch but couldn’t, she tried to breath but couldn’t, she just had to ride it out which 
somehow she did without passing out taking short quick little breaths she just managed 
to keep enough oxygen in her lungs to stay awake. 

Then, as she recovered, she had to watch Sam repeat the same blows against Anne before 
Nadia said, ‘Ready for more?’ signalling to her helpers Anita’s bounds were loosed 
allowing Anita to sag a foot or so lower but as she dropped Anita’s legs parted and 
Nadia now swept her vicious right glove up into Anita’s pale curls, full on the sex. 
Anita’s bum thudded hard against the corner post and Nadia’s fist ground against her 
pubic bone as she arched up onto her toes to try and ease the force of the blow but her 
weak legs couldn’t hold her and as Nadia withdrew her fist she slumped back to hang 
dangling by the ropes, gasping and struggling to breath yet again. Dimly she was aware 
of Anne’s cry as Sam repeated the same blow on her before in quick succession Nadia 
struck a tattoo of blows against her uterus and ovaries, left and right to each ovary 
and then a one two against the uterus. Anita convulsed at each blow and as the last 
blow struck and the cumulative pain rushed through her, she passed out. She’d felt the 
intense shock as each fist impacted, Nadia’s fist sinking into her flesh and feeling as 
if it had broken through and was actually striking direct at each of her sensitive 
organs as Nadia used the same knuckle strike that had destroyed her breasts and was now 
destroying her most vital womanly areas. 

Nadia now struggled to bring Anita around. Smelling salts would bring her gasping to 
brief consciousness but then her head would fall in torment, iced water brought her to 
a spluttering moment of awareness before she passed out again until finally she came to 
unwilling consciousness, her sex and lower belly in abject agony matching her breasts 
which still dripped a steady amount of blood down her torso. Sam now tried to match 
Nadia and knock Anne unconscious, but without the same knack of using her knuckles she 
wasn’t quite so effective. Nevertheless Anne convulsed at the first strike to her 
uterus, gagged at the second and groaned weakly at the first blow to her ovaries before 
slumping barely conscious in her bounds at the last blow.

Nadia now signalled for Anita to be hauled up higher and as her legs came off the 
ground each was pulled apart to reveal her now swollen sex, labia gaping apart with her 
clitoris visible as a bright red nub between the swelling lips. Nadia quickly struck, 
aiming her coarse leather glove at the nub of Anita’s clitoris. Pain, sick shuddering 
pain assailed Anita but before her body could shut down Nadia struck again and this 
time the rough leather glove drove up and rasped up her slit before striking the tender 
nub of Anita’s clit. Anita instantly fainted as tiny droplets of blood appeared on the 
inside of her very quickly swelling labia caused by the rough leather abrading over 
them.

How long passed before Anita woke up she couldn’t tell, but she awoke in agony. She was 
strung up facing Anne and their nipples were tied to each other’s by thin tight cord, 
Anita’s left to the facing right nipple of Anne’s and vice versa; so tightly that they 
were drawn into conical shapes mottled purple and soaked with blood and sweat. ‘Don’t 
move’ said Anne, in a thin drawn voice. But too late as Anita instinctively leaned 
forward away from the back rest she was slightly lent against. Crack! From somewhere 
unseen in the blackness a whip slashed at Anne’s breast leaving a welt across both top 
flanks ‘arghhh’ screamed Anne and jerked in agony. As she did so Anita cried out also 
as suddenly her sex exploded in pain. As Anne jerked, she pulled on the ropes that 
bound her arms and legs and this pulled against a thin rough rope see sawing it through 
Anita’s sex, then as Anita spasmed in turn she pulled at similar rope that passed 
through Anne’s splayed lips. 

Anita quickly realised why Anne had said don’t move but it took all of her willpower to 
remain still until finally the rasping rope slowed down and stopped. She realised that 
there were welts from the whip on her own breasts which must have happened whilst she 
was still unconscious. Both Anne and Anita slowly fought back against the pain, neither 
could have stood unaided so both were resting a good proportion of their weight against 
the rough cord that parted their sex lips and as they did so they realised that staying 
still would be nigh on impossible. Slowly, implacably the ropes between their sex and 
between their nipples were being drawn tighter and tighter, so slowly that at first 
they believed they were imagining it but finally as they gritted their teeth and tried 
to remain still it was unmistakable. Suddenly Anita couldn’t take the pain in her 
breasts anymore and she tried to ease ever so gently into a better position. Crack and 
again Anne’s breasts were flayed by the whip, the force pulling against the cord as 
Anne’s breast were hit pulled hard at Anita’s nipples and Anne couldn’t avoid setting 
of the rope that sawed through Anita’s sex.

The ropes slackened somewhat as both women gained control again before they began their 
remorseless tightening, two welts now lay in parallel lines across Anne’s breasts and 
this time Anita vowed that she wouldn’t cause any more pain to her friend and lover. 
But the ropes tightened and their breasts stretched out towards one another until after 
some minutes both of them were almost screaming in silent agony until finally Anne gave 
way and with a sob she eased forwards and Anita felt the unbearable heat of the lash. 
It was impossible to control herself, the searing pain bit hard and she couldn’t help 
but spasm which in turn rasped the ropes through Anne’s sex.

An hour later and each of them had been hit 6 or 7 times, sometimes the whip hit the 
top flank and sometimes the bottom and so far each welt laid alongside rather than 
across an existing one. But the pace was increasing as both Anne’s and Anita’s 
resistance ebbed and as Anita this time gave way Anne received a slightly diagonal blow 
across the top flank of her breasts and as this new welt overlaid the earlier blows 
thin trickles of blood started to flow and Anne screamed and twisted uncontrollably 
sending shockwaves of agony through Anita as the cord was pulled hard through her sex. 
This time the duel agony seemed impossible to stop as both women hurt and in turn 
couldn’t but help hurt the other, Anne had fallen forward so Anita’s breast were also 
whipped and they also were bleeding where the welts crossed. Whip after whip now fell 
and the thin terribly rough cord was snagged through each of their sex lips rubbing and 
rasping so hard that blood began to flow freely. This continued despite both Anne and 
Anita falling mercifully unconscious their mutual jerks at each blow setting of the 
next. Both breasts were bloody red orbs dripping blood as the whip threatened to cut 
through deep into the flesh. 

Suddenly there was a loud crash and a cry as Helen rushed into the room, sobbing in 
fear at the sight of Anne and Anita she destroyed the mechanism that was punishing them 
and then frantically started to cut them down screaming for medics as she did so. 
Quickly needles were jabbed into torn flesh injecting life saving nano bots whilst 
water washed away the congealed blood allowing the medics to try and staunch the flow 
of blood. Helen was relieved that her sister and friend was alive but consumed with a 
fierce and burning anger to deal with whomever had done this deed, a deed which would 
have killed Anne and Anita if it had taken just a few more minutes.

Watching unseen through discretely hidden cameras Val was satisfied, not perfectly 
happy as she’d tried to have Helen find Anne and Anita just a little too late rather 
than just in time, but overall she reckoned that the day’s work was well done. She 
handed a bundle of cash to ‘Nadia’ who was standing watching with her who, with a 
businesslike shake of Val’s hand turned on her heel and left.


The end… for now.. I suspect there will be a part 2 to this story sometime.

Constructive criticism welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com