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


Sam's pulse raced and butterflies fluttered through her stomach as she stood in a ring 
for the very first time.

She fiddled with her cloak, unwilling to remove it, wishing she'd never committed 
herself to this ordeal through a challenge she'd made when severely provoked and now, 
in front of countless baying watchers, she'd have to stand almost naked wearing just a 
small pair of almost sheer black panties and knock out Julie, her one time friend, or 
be knocked out herself.

Julie's turn to step into the ring and Sam's butterflies increased 10 fold as Julie, 
with no apparent concern whipped away her cloak to cheers from the crowd and started 
bouncing on her toes, loosening her shoulders with some quick and agile shadow boxing, 
her firm, modest breasts jiggling in time with her dancing movements.

Sam had no choice, the ref was waving everybody out of the ring and Sam's corner, the 
ref and the crowd were waiting impatiently for Sam to remove her cloak and come forward 
to fight. She reluctantly slipped it off her shoulders and passed it to Jane her 
appointed corner. Jane's lips moved but the roar of the crowd as Sam's large pendulous 
breasts were revealed drowned out this last minute advice and Sam, blushing red, had to 
step into the centre of the ring.

The ref announced to the crowd 'A grudge match, Julie, standing 5' 8'' in red panties 
challenged by Sam standing 5' 4'' in black, to a fight to the finish using 6oz gloves. 

1. After a knockdown a fighter has 20 seconds to resume fighting or continue after 1 
minute after receiving a penalty breast punch. 

2. If a fighter cannot make scratch after 1 minute she has lost the round and as a 
forfeit she will remove her panties. She will then have 5 minutes to prepare for the 
next round.

The ref then looked meaningfully at both Sam's and Julie's panty clad crotches before 
continuing, 

3. There are to be no low blows to the panties however, should a fighter lose her 
panties then obviously this restriction no longer applies.

4. Finally, I will broke no time wasting or unnecessary counts. 

There was a brief pause and the ref announced 'begin'.

Sam suddenly realised that Julie was flying at her; a right fist hit her on the cheek 
before she had time to do anything. Crack! her head swam as it was jerked back and 
around and she lurched back both of her gloves rising up after the event then both 
breasts were hit with horrid, sickening force, a left and a right impaling her 
vulnerable 'D' cups the gloves sinking in deep, flesh billowing out around each glove 
as it sank to the wrist in Sam's tender flesh. Sam squealed and her guard now dropped 
allowing Julie to curtail the scream with a blow full on the lips. Sam had no idea 
where she was, or what to do, each blow sent her another step back, her guard was, 
well, she didn't have one, she was just following Julie's fists after the event and now 
her guard, rose up again to her face and her swinging, pendulous breasts took uppercuts 
this time, fists striking hard into the underside of each breast flinging first the 
left and then the right up to slap against Sam's upper chest, sick tearing pain dragged 
Sam's guard down again as she lurched into the ropes and bounced back into a haymaker 
of a right which crashed into the bridge of Sam's nose.

The next awareness that Sam had was the metronomic chant of the ref '7, 8, 9, 10' and 
the next was the acrid smell of smelling salts and Jane asking if she was alright. She 
gasped, 'urghhhh' which Jane obviously took to mean 'Yes, I'm fine thank you' as now 
she slapped her face and said, 'come on, get with it! Unless you want to be beaten to a 
pulp, fight! 'Get your guard up and watch what Jane's doing. It might also help if you 
try to bloody well hit her!' 

Jane's annoyance was partly, well mostly if truth be told, down to the fact that 
seconds in these contests were paid for how long they could keep their fighters going 
should they lose, or very much more for a win. Jane didn't see a win and it looked like 
a loss in very short order was in store so she was miffed, just a little.

'15, 16, 17' the ref continued as Jane said, 'come on, up you get and this time wake up 
and stay on your feet'.

Sam allowed herself to be helped up at 19 and the ref with barely a glance said 'box 
on'. Suddenly Julie was flying at Sam again, Julie's breasts leaping high up her body 
as she leapt forwards. Sam jerked her head back as she failed to bring her guard up in 
time, but at least she rode the blow as it just glanced of her cheek. Again though 
she'd left her breasts exposed and this time Julie's right sunk into the side of her 
left breast and through the tissue thwacking the breast into its neighbour and sending 
that in turn lurching out to the side of Sam's body. Sam hissed as her left nipple 
burned with pain from the glove which rasped over it and then a deeper sick pain 
exploded from the glands within as her outstretched boob was crushed by a straight left 
turning Sam’s hiss into a despairing cry. 

Somehow she couldn't get going, she was being massacred. She lurched back, her breasts 
already marked and starting to swell, the taste of blood in her mouth and her ears 
ringing from her knock down. She looked up at the almost laughing Jane who was again 
advancing, relaxed and sensing no danger with her fists half raised preparing to strike 
again, she looked at those pert pale breasts that she'd found her (now) ex boyfriend 
fondling, twirling his fingers around her stiff pointy nipples and the rage she'd 
needed since the fight began hit her in a wave and she exploded into manic action. Her 
face in a twisted snarl her drove her right fist dead centre into the almost black 
bulls eye of Julie's stiff nipple of her right breast. She saw the breast distort as 
her glove sank in, the ridge of flesh that creased up above her glove as she struck 
slightly uppishly into the breast, the swelling to the side as flesh made way for her 
glove to strike deep and crush Julie's glands and then Julie's body shaking as the 
power of the blow hit fully with the glove hard up against Julie’s chest wall crushing 
flesh against bone. Sam saw this in slow millimetric slow motion, the growing shock and 
pain on Julie's face, a face that her left glove now hit, jerking back, her gaping 
mouth snapping shut as Sam's fist cracked into Julie's jaw, spittle flying up from her 
mouth in an arc above her head as her head whipped back. Julie's turn to raise her 
guard as she staggered back and Sam followed up crushing both breasts with fierce 
straight drives. Julie managed to retaliate and Sam felt her right breast explode with 
pain as Julie hit it full on, driving down from just above the nipple, but Sam kept 
throwing punches and hit Julie's belly with a firm straight left, the blow making a 
clear thwack as it struck and then a right twisted Julie's face aside as it crashed 
into the left cheek. Julie, in turn hit Sam's left breast with a right uppercut and 
gave herself just enough time to scamper away from Sam's next blow, a left which fell 
just short of the retreating Julie.

Both fighters were now blowing hard and took a few moments to gather themselves but Sam 
used her new found rage and anger to drive herself on. She flung herself once more at 
Julie desperate to sink her fists once more in Julie’s pert firm breasts. Driving 
forwards and flinging a right and left fist at Julie’s breast Sam had to stretch and 
lean forwards as Julie quickly swayed back causing Sam’s leading right to fall short. 
Julie now fluidly reversed her retreat and swivelled, turning her right side away from 
Sam’s left fist she let loose with her own two fists at Sam’s swinging boobs. First a 
straight left crushed Sam’s right boob stooping her dead in her tracks as, still 
driving forwards, her momentum added power to Julie’s blow causing sickening pain to 
burst inside her breast as her mammary glands were crushed. Sam could only groan in 
agony as the pain bit deep within her and then her eyes widened in horror as she saw 
Julie’s right fist, unstoppable, drive up towards the same breast striking up at the 
still compressed breast barely an instant after Julie’s left fist had retreated. 
‘Arghhhh’ Sam screamed as she felt Julies glove strike and grind against her breast, 
her poor boob swelling up above Julie’s impaling glove.

Sam, driven up onto her toes, quickly tried to gather herself together but Julie gave 
her no time. Suddenly, Sam’s head was whipped around as Julie’s left crashed into her 
left cheek and Sam, desperate to break of, lurched back her minimal guard useless to 
protect herself as Julie’s attack continued remorselessly. A straight left crushed 
Sam’s right breast again, then a right uppercut hit the base of Sam’s left breast 
swinging the heavy breast up hard to slap against her upper body. Sam dropped her guard 
and now Julie aimed higher with a left right combination into Sam’s face. Sam felt her 
nose scrunch under the impact of Julie’s left and jerked her head back perfectly for 
Julie’s right to target the point of her chin.

Sam never felt or saw the blow to her chin. She went down as if shot, limp body falling 
backwards to fall flat on her back, arms outstretched at her sides whilst her large 
breasts surged up and then swayed back, belying their size and weight to point their 
nipples proudly up to the ceiling despite the bruising and swelling that marked them 
both, especially the right.

Sam’s second raced in and with a douse of cold water and smelling salts Sam came 
coughing back to life, groaning as she was eased up to a sitting position. The ref was 
already passed 12 in his count, ‘13, 14, 15’ counted the ref as Jane helped Sam onto 
her feet, trying to impart some useful advice, but really there wasn’t time as Sam 
needed all the 20 seconds to bring herself back to full consciousness.

The ref stopped his count and paused just long enough for Sam to take in the smirking 
Julie and explode inside with anger and determination to crush her. So when the ref 
waved box on Sam drove forwards at Julie and now paid the price for blind anger and 
inexperience. Sam’s wild combination met thin air and she stumbled forwards into 
Julie’s driving fists, a fierce right that struck flush on Sam’s left nipple and then 
with Sam stopped dead in her tracks Julie’s left swung across ripping through the 
outside of Sam’s right breast tearing it across Sam’s body sending both breasts flying 
out to the side. ‘Ahhh’ yelled Sam as burning sickening pain burst in her breasts and 
she re-doubled her efforts to hit back at Julie. But her frenzied attack just left her 
open and as she strove and pushed on at Julie her breasts were struck again and again. 

First, an overreaching Sam was leaning forwards and Julie sunk a left and right into 
the top of Sam’s hanging right breast, the first blow struck solidly into the top 
flank, flesh billowing our beneath the glove and then as the breast bounced back it was 
met by another glove that tore across the flesh at a more oblique angle, dragging and 
stretching the breast down Sam’s body as the glove rasped across the taught stretched 
flesh leaving a red welt in a vertical stripe across breast and nipple. 

And so it went on, Julie playing matador to the incensed bull that was Sam. An 
advancing Sam was stopped in her tracks by fierce straight drives to her heavy breasts 
and then Julie played swing ball, striking across Sam’s breasts sending them swinging, 
first one way and then the other making sure that her gloves rasped across the tender 
flesh, especially the nipples, abrading the skin into angry red blotches dulled by the 
growing dark bruising within. Sam’s breasts swelled with the punishment and each punch 
drew an ever more anguished groan or yell until with a feeling of desperation she drove 
herself forwards once more onto Sam’s fists.

‘Arghhhhh’, Sam’s scream overlaid wet splat as Julie’s fist splashed into Sam’s now 
turgid right boob, sweat flinging up around Julie’s glove as it sank deep into tortured 
flesh, but Sam gritted her teeth and forced herself forwards grinding her breast into 
Julie’s glove, her face twisted in agony as she drove Julie backwards towards the 
ropes. Crowding Julie she managed to strike into the relatively unblemished flesh of 
Julie’s left breast, the pert boob squashed flat under Sam’s glove, but in return her 
own left boob was struck twice with two quick, short, rising jabs that penetrated deep 
and hard hitting up into the base of the breast, and then a third blow struck up into 
Sam’s right breast but still Sam forced Julie back, her face a picture of pain and 
despair as she rode the waves of pain and tried to break through Julie’s defence. Sam 
finally scored again with a right handed cross body shot that struck solidly into the 
outside of Julie’s left breast, the shock of the blow rippling through Julie’s breast 
as it whipped across her body and then she leapt forwards driving her left in a fierce 
straight punch towards Julie’s face. 

Suddenly Julie wasn’t there and Sam’s punch and momentum sent her careering towards the 
ropes and into a hard right that crashed into Sam’s left cheek snapping her head around 
and turning her body so that it fell awkwardly sideways into the ropes. Sam bounced, 
her legs useless as she was virtually out on her feet from the head shot she’d just 
received and now was reeling back into the ring trying to gather herself together. But 
as her legs started to give way Julie sent a clean one two crashing into Sam’s face. 
The first shot, a left between the eyes, sent Sam’s eyes rolling back in her head and 
her body totally limp as it started to crumple and then the next shot, a right 
uppercut, crashed onto the point of Sam’s chin just as she’d started to drop and in 
almost comic slow motion Sam’s head snapped back and her body arched backwards to crash 
heavily onto the ring floor.

Sam’s second Jane rushed in to help as the ref started a count and slowly a terribly 
groggy Sam groaned back to awareness, but already the count was on 15 as Sam started to 
struggle to her feet. Jane though, held the still groggy Sam down whilst whispering 
urgently into her ear, persuading Sam to stay down and take a minute pause. The ref 
reached 20 and announced, ‘Sam has one minute to regain her feet and re-start the 
fight. If she does so she will receive a penalty blow to the breast otherwise she will 
have lost this round’. A large clock now started a count and ropes dropped from the 
ceiling above Sam’s corner.

As the clock counted down Jane was talking earnestly to Sam who was now propped up, 
sitting down in her corner. At first Sam listened mutely, totally demoralised, her 
breasts swollen and nipples abraded almost raw by Julie’s wicked fists which had either 
powered deep into the tender flesh or whipped across and through Sam’s heavy danglers, 
but as the clock counted down Sam started to respond positively, her head lifted and 
nodded at Jane’s suggestions and so, when at 50 seconds Sam got up to her feet, it was 
with head held high and a grim determination to try and turn the fight around.

Sam did her best to ignore the pain in her terribly swollen breasts, bruised and 
abraded by Julie’s gloves they ached with sickening intensity inside, the sheer weight 
of her big breasts telling against her as they pulled down on the abused glands inside. 
Her nipples were raw and abraded erect, the slightest breeze across them added to the 
burning pain she could feel in them. Looking across the ring at Julie, almost unmarked 
in comparison, at Julie’s smug expression, her pert breasts and lithe body looking so 
at home in the boxing ring could have destroyed whatever determination and resolve Sam 
had gained from her corners advice but instead her resolve gathered strength and she 
nerved herself to accept the coming punishment in turn for whatever she could dish back 
at Julie.

Jane attached the dangling ropes to Sam’s gloves and almost immediately Sam’s arms were 
dragged hard above her head and she was dragged back to rest firmly against the corner 
post, her legs were stretched apart and pulled back and fixed slightly back of the post 
so that her buttocks and upper back especially were drawn tight against the corner 
post. Her breasts although flattened out by this pose were also drawn up and her two 
large, swollen glands jutted out invitingly for Julie to hit. And, Sam realised, when 
Julie did hit her pose and position was such that the full force of Julie’s fist would 
be absorbed by her breast.

The ref beckoned Julie forwards and with barely a pause Julie powered her right fist 
into the centre of Sam’s right breast. ‘Arghhhhhhhh’ Sam screamed as burning pain 
seared through the heart of her breast, a breast that exploded away from Julie’s glove 
as it penetrated wrist deep, waves of breast flesh radiating violently away from the 
invading glove and then as the shock and pain struck Sam her body went into spasm, her 
breast heaving in aftershock. Sam had never felt such deep, invasive, sickening pain 
and she slumped down to her knees cradling her right breast the moment that the ropes 
released. Immediately the ref went into a count and it was only as the ref reached 15 
that Sam, with a pain wracked face, slowly got back onto her feet to face the grinning 
Julie.

Sam followed the first bit of advice from Jane and quickly moved into the centre of the 
ring before Julie could attack and then watched warily as Julie confidently strode 
forwards. As soon as Julie was in range Sam faced a barrage of shots aimed at her 
breasts but slowly retreating with her head tucked down low and her guard protecting 
both boobs and head she avoided a direct hit as 4, 5, and 6 punches thudded into her 
gloves and upper arms. Julie was getting frustrated at chasing the retreating Sam and 
changed her aim higher, instantly Sam ducked down under Julie’s fist and driving 
forwards Sam eagerly drove a quick one two low into Julie’s taught belly. ‘Uh, uhhh’ 
exclaimed Julie over the crisp smacks of Sam’s gloves and she stepped back breathing 
hard.

Sam was pleased as Julie retreated, 2 red marks visible low on her belly, but Julie, 
stung by Sam’s blows, took just a couple of deep breaths and with Sam’s guard casually 
low, she leapt with lightning speed with a swinging right to the inside of Sam’s right 
breast. ‘Arghhhh’ Sam groaned as her breast was hit hard, Julie’s glove driving the 
breast out to slap against Sam’s side as it hit hard, crushing and grinding across the 
internal glands. Sam’s face screwed up in anguish and she just barely defended herself 
against Julie’s follow up left, then as Julie drove a straight right Sam dropped and 
using her left arm to deflect Julies glove high she stepped inside and drove her right 
as hard as she could just inches above the waistband of Julie silky panties. ‘Umpfff’, 
Julie groaned and reeled away bent forwards her left glove clenched low against her 
belly. 

Sam thrilled as her glove sank into the soft tender flesh of Julie’s lower belly and 
from Julie’s reaction she knew as Jane, her second, had told her that she’d come close 
to finding Julie’s uterus and so she quickly chased after the retreating Julie who, 
bent forwards with her left glove low protecting her lower belly had left her small 
pert breasts undefended. Sam wasted no time and blasted a quick one two into each of 
Julie’s dangling apples forcing Julie to straighten and attempt a jab which Sam brushed 
aside and dropping under Julie’s driving fist Sam was in perfect position to drive a 
powerful one two into Julie’s belly, first a left struck just below Julie’s navel and 
then a right drove lower still, full onto the red welt of Sam’s earlier right and Julie 
oompfhed out much of her breath and tried to fold over, but Sam shouldered her back 
upright and back into the corner before driving a vicious right as low as she dared. 
Julie’s rear thudded into the corner post as Sam’s fist struck, just barely above the 
plunging waistline of Julie’s panties. Sam felt an almost sexual thrill as she felt her 
glove strike and penetrate down towards Julie’s sensitive organs and, helped by the 
fact that Julie’s bum was hard pressed against the corner post, Sam’s fist sunk deep, 
forcing Julie’s lower belly into an unnatural, distorted, concave shape as flesh and 
organs were compressed by Sam’s fist forcing Julie into an agonised ‘urggh’ as what 
little breath was left in her lungs was expelled in a short explosive gasp sending 
spittle arcing across the ring.

The ref immediately started a count as Julie pitched to the ring canvass, first 
dropping to her knees with her mouth gaping and eyes bulging with shock and pain before 
folding over to rest her head on the ring floor and then toppling heavily onto her 
side, drawing her knees up so that she finally lay in a foetal position.

Julie’s second rushed into the ring and quickly eased Julie into a sitting position, 
hunched forward with her back against the ring post. Sam watched with satisfaction as 
an ashen faced Julie battled slowly to regain her breath. Sam was herself breathing 
hard and she now took the opportunity to rest, leaning over the ring ropes with all 
self consciousness gone she was giving the crowd an awesome view of her bruised and 
swollen breasts as they gently swung and heaved in time with her quick deep breathing, 
sweat glistening and trickling down the bruised and battered flanks to drip from her 
turgid nipples, swollen doubly by Julie’s rasping gloves and sexual thrill caused by 
her recent success. 

Sam could hear the count progressing and at 15 seconds she pushed herself up away from 
the ropes and turned to see if Julie would make it. Julie was on all fours, head 
hanging low with her sweaty hair dragging on the ring floor whilst her second bent over 
her whispering encouragement and instruction. Then, using the ropes to help, a shaky 
Julie hauled herself to her feet and her second slipped out of the ring just as the ref 
reached 18. Julie was hunched over, face drawn and still very short of breath as the 
ref waved box on. 

Sam quickly leapt into attack and Julie, following instruction, tried to clinch and 
threw herself forwards as if to embrace Sam but Sam was quick enough to react and she 
stopped her own charge and instead swept up her right fist into Julie’s body, almost an 
uppercut, Sam’s fist angled up into Julie’s midriff just above the navel and hit with a 
sweaty thwack. Julie gave out an anguished, strangled, eek and instantly her shaky legs 
lost all strength and it was only Sam’s fist embedded in her body that was holding her 
up, but only for a moment as Julie fell forward once more to the ring floor. 

This time Julie was not so badly hurt but, still winded from the earlier blow she took 
almost another full count before she once again was on her feet and the ref waved box 
on. This time Julie did not try to clinch, instead she retreated as quick as she could 
as Sam chased after her, trying to get an angle for another belly punch and with this 
single minded intent Sam relentlessly pursued Julie who was content to evade punishment 
and retreat as she slowly recovered.

After what seemed liked minutes of fruitless chasing and throwing punches at thin air 
or into Julie’s gloves Sam started to slow down and tiredness made her sloppy. Sam 
threw a right and as Julie darted backwards she stretched forwards in a vain attempt to 
make contact and, missing, she stumbled and almost fell and she threw both arms out to 
catch her balance as, unable to stop she took 1, 2, 3, 4 short uncontrolled steps 
towards Julie and suddenly Julie was on her and with her first stumbling step her left 
breast exploded in agony as it was impaled by Julie’s right fist. Sam couldn’t stop and 
through the sickening pain time slowed and she could see Julie’s left powering towards 
her right breast. Her eyes tracked the glove as it came towards her, wet leather 
gleaming, she was still shrieking in pain from the first blow as she watched the glove 
strike and sink into the flesh, she could see her breast begin to bulge and balloon up 
and then the pain struck as the glove compressed flesh against bone, her forward 
stumble grinding the glove into her sensitive flesh giving impetus and volume to her 
initial cry. With each stumbling step Sam met a punch and with it a tearing sickening 
pain... each punch tore into her sensitive glands, compressing the already swollen, 
bruised and battered breasts. To Sam it felt like her breasts were being flayed open 
and ripped from her torso as Julie's punches drove deep into them, not just punishing 
her milk glands but tearing at the ligaments that held the huge bulk of Sam's breasts 
to her chest wall... With just the first punch the pain was so intense that her world 
disappeared. In her head she was screaming in intense agony but though her mouth was 
wide open and her face contorted no sound emerged.. and then the 2nd 3rd and 4th punch 
struck, each with more ferocity and punishing impact as her body fell towards Julie's 
perfectly timed hard driven punches..

Desperate, still lurching towards Julie, Sam needed to do something and as yet another 
blow arrowed towards her swinging left breast, Sam’s eye’s fixed onto Julie’s taught 
stomach and purely from instinct she drove her right fist as hard as she could, 
changing her stumble into a desperate drive forwards needing her punch to connect if 
she had any chance to regain her balance.

Both punches struck at the same time. Hit flush on the nipple Sam’s right breast 
exploded out around Julie’s glove and Sam felt a searing, intense sickening pain that 
grew and grew such that she felt her breast must have been burst open and her entire 
body became locked rigid as she shrieked in absolute agony unaware that her own blow 
had an equally devastating effect on Julie. Driving downwards, Sam’s blow had hit Julie 
just millimetres above the waistband of Julie’s knickers and easily penetrated her only 
weakly tensed muscle shield so that as Sam shrieked Julie gasped out her entire air 
supply in a single violent gasp a crumpled around Sam’s deeply penetrating fist and 
fell heavily backwards to the ring floor whilst Sam wheeled away sinking to her 
haunches and cradling her breasts, sobbing with the sickening agony of her punished 
boobs.

Sam’s world had concentrated into the sickening pain that coursed through her breasts, 
she wasn’t aware of the ref counting for Julie, nor of Julie’s strangled gasps for air 
as she writhed weakly on the canvass defying the efforts of her second to revive her, 
all Sam could do was ride the waves of nauseous pain that assailed her and threatened 
to make her pass out. Finally Sam did what Jane her second had been praying for and sat 
fully down on the ring floor and Jane was able to fly to her aid as, with Julie’s count 
on 15, the ref started a count for Sam also.

Jane went quickly to work, sitting Sam up against a corner post she prised Sam’s arms 
away from her breasts and the crowd gasped as the two hugely swollen orbs tumbled down 
Sam’s torso, blotched all over with dark purple bruising, the glistening skin taught 
and stretched as the breasts seemed to be visibly swelling still, her red raw swollen 
nipples looking like they were about to explode. Jane gathered Sam’s two gloved fists 
up and held them up in front of her face and spoke intensely ‘look, use these and 
you’ve won this, Julie can’t take low blows but you’ve got to box clever, not like the 
last few minutes. If you only try to hit her down there it’s too easy for Julie to 
defend, so work her all over, hit her face, her breasts, and then, when her guard is up 
go back downstairs. Do that and you’ve won.. understand?’ and then with no response 
Jane almost screamed out ‘have you got it?, do you understand?’ and then more quietly 
‘you can take her, just box clever like I said, now come on, on your feet quick’.

Sam was on her feet just in time as the ref reached 19, but Julie was still being 
attended to in her corner and the ref announced ‘Julie has 45 seconds to rejoin this 
round’. Sam wished she were anywhere else but in this ring with Julie, she didn’t see 
how she could survive another punch to her breasts but then in a front row seat she saw 
her ex boyfriend, his face alight with glee at the spectacle in front of him and the 
visions of him and Julie making love that she’d witnessed came flooding back, and with 
it an intense anger started to replace the hopelessness that had assailed her.

She stood up straighter and strode across the ring towards Julie’s corner where with 10 
seconds to go Julie was being restrained in readiness to receive her breast punch and 
continue the round. Legs spread and tied back, her arms tightly bound above her head 
pulling her up so that she was held in a taught X position her back firmly against the 
corner post. Her comparably unmarked breasts were stretched almost flat by the erotic 
pose but two perky nipples set in small dark areola defined the target perfectly.

Sam allowed herself to feel the awful pain in her breasts as she lined up to strike 
Julie’s undefended breast, the left had slightly more bruising so she took aim and now 
using the pain in her own breasts to fuel her anger she struck hard and fast, the 
moment the ref dropped his hand Sam’s fist arrowed in to strike against Julie’s hard 
flinty nipple. ‘Thud’ Sam’s fist struck home, sinking into the taught flesh of Julie’s 
breast it couldn’t sink far before striking bone, and Sam thrilled at the contact, she 
could see the violent entry of her fist as it sank into flesh, breast flesh rippling 
away from her fist as the gentle swell of Julie’s breast was briefly destroyed forming 
a ring spreading away from the invading glove, then hard contact and she saw Julie’s 
face start to distort with pain as her glove reached and ground the largely unprotected 
internal glands and ligaments against Julie’s chest wall. As her fist withdrew for a 
moment Julie’s breast seemed inside out, a crater of oddly white flesh surrounded by a 
raised circle of flesh that instantly started to spring back into place as at the same 
time a rush of deepening colour marked out the impact sight.

Julie was still screaming in pain as the ropes released and Sam was eager to strike 
again but the ref kept himself between them for a few moments until Julie had lurched a 
couple of steps away from the corner and then he stepped away waving box on. Julie was 
still largely unprepared, her left fist was low guarding her lower belly and her right 
was high but Sam simply drove her right between this loose defence and struck Julie 
just above the navel forcing her to stumble back into the corner and slightly bend 
forward, bringing her chin into hard contact with a beautiful left uppercut from Sam 
who felt the jar of the hard contact throb through her entire arm as it drove up 
whipping Julie’s head up and back for a double whammy as the back of her head cracked 
against the top of the corner post.

Out cold Julie dropped limp to the ring floor as her second rushed in to revive her. It 
took all of the 20 second count for Julie to come back to a semblance of consciousness 
and then another 30 seconds before she started to respond to questions from her second, 
but her body was still limp and with still 10 seconds to go before she would have to 
take a breast punch to continue the round her second said, ‘we lose this round’.

At that the ropes were quickly retracted and the ref announce ‘First round to Sam, 
fighters you have 5 minutes to prepare for the next round.’

Part 2 to follow

Constructive criticism or comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ

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