Justice Battle: Jen v Diane	-  Jen's tale
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


I waited nervously as the judge gave out his verdict and set the rules for the
Justice battle.

i. Unlimited rounds,

ii. start with 3 articles of clothing ' they'd be provided

iii. each round to be lost after an increasing count of 5 seconds per round,
so round 1, 5 seconds, round 2 10 and so on

iv. 2 minutes between rounds 1 & 2, then 5 minutes for subsequent rounds

v. Penalty blows to the breast for each count taken during a round to be
received by the loser immediately as the round finishes and by the winner at
the start of the next round

vi. No blows below the waistband

Blah, blah, blah, nothing I'd not heard countless times, I was more interested
in who I was going to have to face. But then I did hear something to take my
attention. The Judge had finished with an extra rule that had brought a gasp
to the audience. If I lost inside 90 minutes my entire savings and possessions
would be sequestered apart from the normal penalties of losing a Justice
battle but, if I could defeat the fighter the state was putting against me I'd
win 20,000 credits for wrongful arrest.

THAT was interesting, perhaps I could come out of this rather well, as I was
knew very few people could stand against me for 30 minutes, let alone 90 and,
I knew the case against me had been dreadfully weak, my partners doing a very
good job of mopping up and twisting the evidence against me. It all depended
now on who was pit against me.

I waited as the Judge used dramatic timing and paused interminably before
announcing ‘Jen will fight a fighter new to Justice battle, Please give your
support to Diane who will test the validity of Jen's defence in the ring'..
All standard stuff, the set phrases for introducing a new fighter but I
thrilled as there was nothing about past form, fights won whether Justice or
recreation, this sort of introduction meant that the Judge expected his
fighter to lose, and perhaps lose badly so it meant that my gut feeling about
the case had been correct, the Judge thought I was completely innocent and had
given me the chance to earn some compensation against a novice wannabe.

This was confirmed when a young, nervous looking girl walked into the
chambers. Christ, I thought, she can only be in her teens! And she looked
scared to death as her glance took me in; I grinned wickedly at her and drew
myself up to my full height, shoulders back, breasts out and a quick flex of
muscles. I almost laughed as she dropped her gaze to study the floor her face
red with embarrassment, as well she might! Because although she almost matched
me for height, her build was slender and she didn't look to have much muscle
on her at all, or breasts when compared to mine. I have a swimmers muscular
upper body and this helped hold my D cup breasts up firm and high and I always
emphasized this when I was going into a fight as so many fighters decided that
this would be my weak point so every time they hit by breasts I always made a
point of looking hurt; it drove fighters mad they tried harder and harder to
hit me in the boobs and were sure that this would win them the fight and that
I'd collapse in a heap, often they were so sure of this they didn't realise
they were losing the fight and I so loved to see the dawn of realisation as
their own (usually smaller) boobs started to suffer as they, and not me, had
to cover up and cower in case I struck them again. Ohhhhhh, it was such a
feeling that I was imagining as I looked at Diane, my turn to flush as my
breasts firmed and my nipples became almost painfully hard as they tried to
drill through my top and a matching warmth spread through my sex, I had to
stop myself from rubbing my cunt against the chair!

Diane meanwhile kept her gaze averted, just an occasional glance up before
quickly looking away again as she saw my face locked onto hers.

Then we were led away to the arena to prepare and to meet out seconds. I knew
mine, Laura, we'd had a rather nice liason once and my aroused state caused
her welcoming smile to broaden into a wicked grin as we embraced and my hard
nipples speared into her breasts. I instantly melted as her tongue nibbled at
my ear tracing a path down to my neck just as her hands were sliding down my
back to cup my buttocks. I gasped as I realised that her hands were caressing
the silk of my knickers and a finger was delicately tracing its way lower and
lower towards my sex. I sagged against her my legs parting to grant access and
for a few moments let myself go and forget the reasons I was here but Laura
brought me back to reality, but only after her fingers had twirled a quick
circuit around the growing damp spot in my knickers.

"Come on" Laura said, "you've got a fight to prepare for and I don't know
anything about your opponent, as far as I can see she's never fought in any
sort of league or club, the rumour is that she is only just 18 so I suppose
she wouldn't have any ranking, but it's odd that she doesn't seem to belong to
any club. Still she must have trained somewhere otherwise she wouldn't be here
today", "unless", I replied "my defence was so overwhelming that the Judge is
sacrificing her to give me some compensation?" I replied with a questioning
tone. In fact I didn't question it, all the evidence against me had been
easily dismissed it just seemed odd that a novice would be used in this way,
the usual way would be for me to fight a much lower ranked fighter, perhaps
even someone else accused of a crime but with overwhelming evidence against
her, in fact as I had this thought I realised that this MUST be it, Diane must
have been accused of something and I was expected to meet out justice to her!
Wow, that sure saved the state some money and explained why I had been offered
a prize to win the fight and not just clear my name.

My confidence grew and I smiled broadly at Laura and said, "we'll get to know
each other again afterwards, can you wait that long?" Laura smiled back and
said, "yes, just don't draw it out".

At that my outfit arrived and an announcement rang out that the fight would
begin in 10 minutes. Already I could hear a hubbub of noise as the arena
filled, I could guess the sort of crowd it would be, the sort of crowd that
liked a beating rather than an evenly matched fight and as soon as they had
seen Diane they must have been flocking to get to the Arena for what would be
a short interlude of brutal violence.

So, what was I to wear? I grabbed hold of the small parcel of clothes, a bra,
it wasn't a sports bra, in fact it was rather sexy and I wondered whether it
would hold my assets in place. I shrugged myself into it, the cups were
reasonably full and the bra was sexy, it fit perfectly and there was a shear
panel at the top of each cup plunging diagonally across the cup making my
cleavage stand out, the bottom half of the cup was white, opaque, but a lovely
smooth shiny texture which did not hide my still stiff nipples that were just
below the dividing line of shear and opaque material, in fact there was just a
hint of my large areola showing at the divide. It was nice and I'd definitely
keep it, not the bra I'd personally choose to fight in but the cups felt firm
enough to keep my boobs inside. Next the knickers, wow, matching material in
skimpy knickers, a small semi sheer triangle at the front was held firmly
against my honestly blond minge which showed as a slightly darker triangle
inside the not much larger white triangle of my knickers. The tight knickers
clung to my mound and I could tell they were very alluring as Laura applauded
as I bent down to pick up the last article of clothing, a pair of thin lycra
athletic shorts. I pulled these on and noted that they left quite a few inches
of bare flesh beneath the navel. That was good as I didn't think the novice
Diane would stand many powerful punches that low, and after she lost the first
round the skimpy knickers allowed the ovaries to be in range.. And I couldn't
wait.

Fortunately neither could the ref as at that moment we were called into the
ring.

Diane was dressed almost the same as I was, except Red to my white. I must say
that red suited her lustrous dark hair and pale skin, personally I'd have
preffered black to match better with my tan and blonde locks but still, white
was OK, Diane's boobs were perhaps not so small as I'd imagined, perhaps
somewhere between a b or a c cup, which on her slighter frame looked quite
nice, although she was so shy it was difficult to assess as she stood, almost
cowering in her corner, certainly undressed she seemed, if anything, even less
to worry about than she had in the court, lithe perhaps so she might be fast
but it didn't look as if she had any power in that slender frame.

And then the ref tossed a pair of gloves at us both which were quickly
gathered by our seconds. Laura turned to me holding them, her eyes wide, My
God, these are vicious, there's nothing to them they can only be 4oz at best.
She slipped one on and it fit very snugly, holding my hand into a fist the
gloves were quickly laced up and I pounded them together. Wow, I agreed with
Laura, I would avoid lots of head shots as I could feel my knuckles through
the thin padding and I wouldn't want to damage my hand but Ok, the thought of
the damage these gloves would do if targeted to the body, my nipples sprang up
even more at the thought and I banged my fists hard together again just as
Diane locked up and briefly locked eyes with me.

The ref brought us together and we touched gloves and waited as the ref went
through the preliminaries... yeh yeh yeh, I'd heard it before and instead of
listening hard I concentrated on psyching out Diane, I made the muscles in my
arms hard and drew my shoulders back to make my muscles and chest look even
more imposing. Diane looked scared, her mouth opened a little and she looked
down, not able to meet my gaze. I laughed gently, unconsciously, I hadn't
meant to but Diane looked so out of place.

And then the ref waved box on and I flicked out a jab at Diane. She leaped
back as if stung by an electric shock! Her eyes wide as my glove just barely
missed but I was after her and she scampered back. She knew enough to avoid
the corners so I had to quickly circle as she danced backwards, afraid to let
me get too close. I led with my left, 2 , 3 more times and each time Diane was
just quick enough to avoid being struck. I quickened the tempo, and tried a
left right combo, the left aimed high and then I tried to dart I with a right
to the body but she got her guard down in time and although I connected it was
just to Diane's own glove, but it was nice feeling any sort of contact so I
continued pushing forwards and with Diane's guard down I quickly flicked my
left towards her face. A hit! My flicked left had hit Diane full on the lips
and I knew I'd stung rather than hurt her, but it was a start and now she
looked even more worried than at the start. Her breasts jiggled in her bra as
she leapt away yet again from a harder drive I sent towards her, just as mine
must be doing I giggled to myself! And with the effort of avoiding my punches
Diane was also starting to sweat, a fine glistening sheen started to coat her
body which was starting to look every more attractive.

I was happy to keep chasing her for a while, but needed to start making
contact, I reckoned a couple of body shots would slow her so I tried my high
leading left again with the intention of driving my right hard and low behind.
Once, twice I tried but the opening wasn't there so I held back with my right
as I continued to follow the retreating Diane, testing her out with lefts,
getting her used to the idea that this was what I was going to continue to do.
Then my chance, Diane didn't skip back so fast as my left snuck out at her and
she only avoided a powerful hit by jerking her head aside at the last minute
but I didn't mind as my right was arcing into her body with all my power. But
Diane swayed aside impossibly quickly and my upwards driving right fist just
glanced of her protecting left glove, in fact Diane's left arm swept under my
own driving right and helped it up and past her body as she closed in towards
me.

Suddenly I was staggering back, breathless, my lungs barely able to draw in
breath and the centre of my chest, the solar plexus had exploded with pain as
Diane's right, unseen by me had struck just below my now heaving breasts.
Christ she was fast, and these gloves made a punch from even her slight frame
hurt! But I didn't show it, unless perhaps you count the beads of sweat which
suddenly poured from my body as the pain took hold!

I needed to retaliate quickly and Diane seemed as shocked at hitting me as I
was at being hit, her guard had dropped and I crushed her right breast with a
fiercely driven left drive. ‘Oww' squeaked Diane as my fist struck and I loved
the sensation from these gloves, I could feel her flesh give way as my glove
penetrated, until I could feel her ribs as I ground her breast against those
sharp bones.

Diane skipped back cradling her breast for a moment and I thrilled at this, if
one blow hurt her so much I'd hopefully finish this soon. I chased after her
again slowly getting my breathing under control although the dull ache in my
solar plexus was taking more time to ease. I flicked out my left again at
Diane's lovely lips and this time I saw the punch coming back, but with my
left arm extended flying past Diane's dodging head I couldn't avoid it and I
gritted my teeth as Diane's right fist plunged into my right breast. I bit
back a cry as Diane's fist struck home, the sick feeling grew as Diane's fist
struck deep into my large breast and I felt I could feel each individual
knuckle on her hand as the small wicked glove struck deep.

The pain of this punch and the accurate, clever way in which it had been
delivered belied Diane's meek, scared looking countenance, but it was only one
punch and I could take a lot worse than that, in fact I knew that my punch to
her smaller boobs had hurt her more, something that a large breasted girl
learns in the fight trade! A bigger target yes, but more protection for those
oh so sensitve internal glands. I had lost count of the amount of small
chested women I'd dispatched by destroying their boobs, they'd stand their
trading punches thinking how clever they were until a sudden realisation hit
them, that they were having the worst of it! Anyway, if that's the way Diane
wanted to fight it would be great for me..

I quickly stepped back from Diane before she could strike again with my guard
firmly in place waiting to see if she would continue her attack, but she
maintained her distance and skipped back away as I advanced again. This time I
approached with a little more caution, I led with my left from a bit further
back, 1, 2, 3 times, each time my glove was met by Diane's guard, then she
started to flick out punches, lefts of her own, and they were quick! I had to
snap my head back as a left came from nowhere crashing into my cheek, I caught
her guard again and ate another flicked left in return, my head jolted back
and I tasted the baste of blood in my mouth as it was my turn for my lips to
bit leather.

I tried going lower, hooking at her body but she stepped inside and before I
knew it my head was ringing and my right cheek was burning with a left from
Diane snapping my head around and then I was gasping like a gutted fish as
Diane's right found my solar plexus again. I stumbled back covering up, I
didn't want another blow to my plex in a hurry but Diane followed and she
looped a left over the top of my guard into the top of my breast, it didn't
hurt too much but instinctively I brought my guard up a little and Diane now
shot her right underneath into my belly. I saw it and tensed my muscles, she
could tag me there all she wanted I had very strong belly muscles and apart
from the sting to my skin her blow had little effect, but it gave me a chance
to hit back and I lent into a right which I sent into her belly.

I expected her to fold up around my fist as it struck low, just above her
navel, but there must have been some muscle tone on her slight frame as she
just grunted and stepped back a step waiting, so it turns out, for my next
move. Expecting her to drop her guard I strode forwards quickly driving my
left up at the point of her jaw but my fist again sailed past her head as she
easily swayed aside and I knew instantly that my left boob was exposed and
sure enough Diane's right fist plunged into my bra cup hitting flush on my
erect nipple she drove her fist straight in and again I had to bite my lip to
avoid crying out as her glove ground into my boob, even a blow from someone as
slight as Diane could hurt wearing those small wicked gloves.

Before I could strike back Diane scampered back and I was pleased to see that
she was breathing hard and sweating so copiously her bra was transparent, time
to slow her down and make her sweat even more I thought! So, I pressed
forwards making her scamper backwards circling and circling trying not to give
her time for a breather I kept jabbing at her face, a regular tattoo that I
didn't seriously expect to score with I just wanted to get her used to head
punches, make her work at keeping her guard up so much that she forgot about
her body. Jab, Jab, Jab, I sent three really quick lefts mostly straight but
weaving and ducking to keep the angles shifting and make her concentrate, none
connected but I was happy just keeping her moving and working, I kept it up
and after another flurry of punches, this time combinations, both of us were
breathing hard but Diane had lost a little of that scared look, she'd just
blocked maybe another 10 punches from me and was beginning to get that
particular look that meant a feeling of impregnability which was what I was
waiting for so the next combo was a straight left and sure enough it thudded
harmlessly into her gloves, but my right was following in low as I lent into
her using all my weight and muscle I scored a clean hard hit just below her
navel, the lowest hit so far, and wow it felt good, my fist hit hard with a
solid thud and it was as well for Diane that that she did have firm belly
muscles as it didn't sink in too deep, but her eyes widened in shock and she
gasped out a deep breath of air as the punch hit and I knew I wouldn't need
too many more like that to finish her.

The scared look instantly reappeared in Diane's eyes as she absorbed my belly
punch but she was game, even as her breath gasped out she struck back before I
could re-set my guard and I couldn't avoid her quick left as it struck down
into the top flank of my right breast. Dam those gloves!, my boob exploded in
pain as the small hard glove sliced into it, but less painful than earlier as
now, full into the fight, adrenalin was kicking in and numbing the pain so I
was able to ride the blow with little outward sign of hurt and then knock her
right fist aside as she tried to tag my plex again before crashing my left
fist into that scared face of hers catching her full on the nose and jerking
her head violently backwards as my snapping fist struck home, it hurt me! The
gloves offered little protection and I had to fight the temptation to shake my
hand as my knuckles burnt inside the glove but the blow had the desired effect
as Diane careered backwards into the ropes. Now I had her, no more chasing
around so I leapt at her but somehow she slipped aside, my fist just glancing
of her side and shooting out through the ropes as, unable to stop, I crashed
into them.

She hit me then in the small of the back as I tried to untangle myself from
the ropes, a quick one two and my breathing froze as the pain struck, then
turning to defend myself she struck again, low into my right side catching my
kidney full on and suddenly my legs went to lead and I wanted to puke. I had
to move, move and punch, but my leading right fell short as she backed off and
I stumbled forwards onto her right fist as she drove it up into my ribs, I
couldn't hold back a gasp as she struck but there was space for my left and I
crushed her bra encased bobbing right breast with a left fist as hard as I
could manage, twisting that cruel glove into her breast flesh as it sunk in
but Diane, although crying out in pain at my blow somehow found an angle to
catch me low in the ribs again with her right fist driving up into the exact
same spot she'd just struck and I couldn't help myself give a cry as I rose
onto my tip toes to try and take some of the power out of Diane's punch. I
needed a moment so I quickly closed with Diane intending to clinch, but she
slipped aside and suddenly I had lost my balance and I crashed to the floor
hurt, winded and embarrassed.

Almost immediately Laura was at my side, ‘I'm fine, ok, no problems' I was
quick to say to her as the ref counted, and indeed the pain in my back and
kidneys was easing although it had left me with a sick, tiredness that I knew
would take a while to work off. ‘Let her come on to you' Laura advised, good
advice that I would take until I'd worked her over a bit but now the count was
at 4 so Laura whizzed me to my feet, as always her impressive muscles making
light work lifting my muscular body.

Before the ref waved box on I had the satisfaction of seeing Diane cradling
her right boob, so I had hurt her! She'd get more of that I vowed as the ref
dropped his arm and the fight was on.

Both of us were heaving in air, me I needed to get oxygen in my system to
fight of the blows to my back and Kidneys but Diane too, I knew cause I'd done
it, had taken some heavy blows to her belly and boob and I hoped now to
continue to soften her up. I had adopted a pained expression as soon as Laura
lifted me up and made sure that I looked unsteady as soon as Laura let go of
me to leave the ring and sure enough it had the desired effect as Diane
charged in as soon as the ref dropped his arm. I faded away taking the role
that Diane had done at the start and fended off her excited attack, an attack
focused on my boobs! Caused no doubt by the pain she'd felt at my boob punch,
an effect I'd seen in many fights as my opponents, once hurt by a boob punch,
assumed that my larger boobs would hurt exponentially more. I let her waste
her energy as 4, 5, 6 punches hit my guard, an exaggerated wince and grimace
at each contact, then, as she led out with a straight left I knocked it aside
and stepped in towards her driving a right hook into her side just below her
left breast. It connected with a solid thud and Diane stepped back quickly her
face twisted into a grimace of pain as it was now her turn to have her ribs
tickled. And, my punch had more power than hers as the solid thud of my glove
striking made clear.

Still Diane did not retreat, she kept up an attack and I barely kept out
another 2 blows aimed at my breasts. My breath whistled in and out and I
realised that Diane might not be strong but she sure had stamina, or
foolhardiness, as even though her own sweat drenched chest was heaving up and
down as she sucked in air she was not slowing down. I had to jerk my head back
quickly as Diane darted out a left jab and I must have unconsciously lifted my
guard as Diane managed to score with a right full on the nipple of my left
breast, this time it did hurt as Diane's glove seemed to hit with more snap
than her earlier punches, or maybe the angle was better, either way I let out
an eek as her glove lanced my internal glands but I immediately hit back with
a one, two, first a perfect left skewered into her right breast, a straight
punch with a little twist of the wrist as it hit and then as my left fist
withdrew my right was already set to replace it and this hit the still
pan-caked boob on the inside of the bra cup, driving slightly across Diane's
body this was a pure power punch and Diane was rocked back onto her haunches,
her mouth a gaping ‘O' giving out a squeal of pain.

Better, I smiled with satisfaction, watching Diane stagger back. I didn't
follow as I really needed to recover after my knock down and I hoped that
Diane would take a breather for a moment as well. Both of us were sodden with
sweat such was the pace and we were both heaving in great gulps of air, but
with barely a pause I was forced to back away and defend as Diane charged
after me like a dervish. I blocked 2 or 3 punches aimed at my boobs, then
another shot aimed lower but Diane was so quick I couldn't block her next
punch which was arrowing towards my chin, I jerked my head aside but not in
time to stop Diane's glove hitting my cheek. Instinctively I let my head twist
with the bow to soften the impact but knew Diane would score with more blows,
it was a case of where she would strike, where would I allow her to strike! My
learnt behaviour was to protect the head so my guard was already in position
and I'd tensed my stomach but expected my boobs to be the target but instead
she hit the centre of my chest just below my bra... my solar plexus... again.
I fell back, a red mist was obscuring my vision as my body already struggling
for oxygen was now unable to draw breath, I barely felt my right breast
struck, or my belly, or my right breast again as I sagged into the ropes, I
couldn't feel my legs and knew that I was about to be knocked out with Diane
unloading everything she had into me. I kept my elbows and fists tucked in to
protect my head and upper body leaving Diane the tempting target of my belly
and felt 1, 2, 3 blows strike around and just below my navel, not much damage
but it still hindered my breathing and the red mist was now accompanied by a
roaring rushing noise, prelude to black out. The blows stopped, and I could
sense Diane drawing back for the ‘big one', somehow, as often happens in these
times, time seemed to stop, I could see Diane's right fist drawing back, her
body shifting to drive a power punch slowly drawing back before the weight
shifted to move forwards behind her fist, an almost blissful, euphoric
expression on her face her cute bra clad breasts heaving up her body with her
nipples hugely erect with excitement, I saw all of this and saw also my own
fist travelling hard towards her cute face, towards the point of her jaw with
everything that I had left in me, and that she never saw it as her face never
changed its expression until my fist exploded in pain as it impacted with her
jaw.

She dropped like a stone, her head snapped back and her face went instantly
slack and unconscious as she crumpled awkwardly to the floor. Instantly I
turned away holding onto the ropes I bent over and heaved breath into my body,
dropping to my haunches I had just enough sense and energy left in me not to
allow my gloves to touch the floor, I wanted the count to be for Diane, not
for me!, And, I hoped I'd have longer than 5 seconds to recover. From my bent
over position I could see Diane being worked on, the count was already on 4
and Diane was only groggily aware so I relaxed as her second was making no
attempt to haul her up.

The ref announced the round to me and I allowed myself to sink fully to the
floor as Laura leapt in to help me, she sat me up and hand me bend forwards
whilst she massaged my neck and back, not saying much which I knew meant that
she was concerned until a quiet, ‘you ok?' I nodded then ‘she's fast, not much
power, I needed to slow her down, and I made some mistakes, underestimated
her, let myself get caught too often' all of this in short spurts as I got my
breathing back under control but I was fit and was quickly feeling better
which was just as well as the ref now called me forwards to take my breast
blow against Diana.

Diane was strung up tight in an X shape, her legs and arms drawn back behind
the post somewhat so that she was held firmly against the padded corner post,
her breasts heaved up and down rapidly as whether through fear or exhaustion
she was panting hard, her breasts, not impressive, but definitely cute were
perfectly presented to me, the flimsy material of her wet, transparent bra
just highlighted the target area which for me would be just underneath one of
her up-tilted nipples driving straight into the swell of her sensitive orb.
Which one though! That was easy, her right breast had taken several good hits,
I could even see some bruising through the bra and the cup seemed to be half a
size too small as obvious swelling pushed the cup a little way of her body. I
wanted to hurt her, crush her, at that moment seeing her strung up I had never
felt such intense emotion, in no other fight had I wanted to hurt someone so
much so, steadying myself I gathered all my strength and struck that heaving
breast full on my glove penetrating the flesh with barely any resistance to
crush the compressed flesh against Diane's rib cage. I did not forget the
twist of my wrist as my glove struck which twisted, stretched and ground
Diane's gland against her ribs.

Diane screamed! Wow, my nipples sprung up to attention as her despairing cry
rang out, I'd bet she'd never taken a penalty blow strung up like that (if
ever before in any case). The difference between a blow in the ring and
stretched out was unimaginable, with the breast drawn up and the body tight
against the corner post there was no give and no protection other than the
breast flesh itself, that right breast of hers was going to get my attention
any chance or opportunity I got from now on. The scared little girl look was
back now and accompanied by tears, I held my glove up to her and winked before
turning away to go to my corner and Laura.

I slumped down into my seat and Laura had me lean forward and do some
breathing exercises as she worked on my back and kidneys, I still had a dull
sick pain from where Diane had punched me in the back and kidneys which left
me feeling a little weak but I knew it would pass, was passing as Laura worked
away, and gradually as I got my breath back I took toll of my aches and pains,
I'd had worse, she'd caught my breasts a few times and both now felt a little
tight in their cups but nothing serious, I had a dull burning ache in my solar
plexus and I knew I'd be sore for a day or two there, she'd been so lucky to
hit the exact same spot maybe 3 times so that was to be expected. My belly had
red marks were her gloves had struck but there was no lasting damage, I was
justifiably proud of my strong belly muscles, absolutely no one had ever hurt
me trying that tactic, so all in all I felt a little relieved to have won the
first round but now, having won it, I felt sure I could dominate my much
younger, slighter and inexperienced opponent.

Laura was talking to me, ‘remember, let her waste her energy attacking you,
wait for her mistakes and punish her body, especially now she'll lose her
pants, those knickers are low cut enough that you can really hurt her now with
a low body shot.' Laura didn't need to say any of this, but she was doing it
to calm me down and reassure herself as much as anything. I'd had enough
fights to know what an advantage being able to target more of an opponents
body made, especially a vulnerable area. I knew too though, not to be too
predictable. I'd been in the position of losing my shorts twice in earlier
fights and won them both because my opponents had focused solely on landing
the killer low blow that they'd left themselves wide open. No, I'd wait for my
opportunities.

Now it was time for me to receive my penalty breast blow, the moment the ropes
dropped down I had reached up and allowed my gloves to be fastened tight, I
wanted to get this over with and start the round as soon as I could. In
moments my legs were spread and the ropes drawn tight and I was ready. As
always there was a hubbub of noise from the crowd as I was strung up, my boobs
always got a stir in these situations as despite their great size they were
firm enough to lie high and proud on my chest, but the bra held them up even
higher and wet and transparent as it was I knew I was making quite a few
people cream their pants.

Diane strode forwards to take her shot and I nearly laughed out loud, her face
was screwed up into the sort of fierce determination that is just a hairs
breath from collapsing into tears, even to the point of a little tremble on
her upper lip as she fought to stay in control! I was also please to see that
her right breast was nicely swollen now with dark bruising visible through the
bra. I licked my lips at the sight, my nipples painfully hard as my gaze drank
in Diane's body, imagining my fists tearing into those modest breasts,
pounding her slender belly especially low down so that my fists sank into her
womanly organs, her body folding over my gloves until she sank crying,
defeated, to the floor.

The ref dropped his hand and waved Diane forwards to take her shot and with
that action Diane was transformed! I barely had time to steel myself as Diane
from a few steps away danced towards me and she shot her right fist up into
the base of my left breast, the perfect uppercut and ohhhhhhhh exquisite pain!
I screamed out something, I don't know what, but as Diane's glove knifed in I
somehow could appreciate that someone had told Diane how to strike a large
breast, no one had hurt me so much with a single blow, I gagged as her fist
drove in, avoiding the mass of protective flesh her glove went straight to the
heart of my boob crushing and tearing at my glands, tearing at the ligaments
at the base of my breast she'd found the perfect angle, up and in, and now I
could feel her glove grinding up across my ribs a sickening feeling
accompanied by a fiery burn of agony as her glove drove up crushing and
dragging my glands across my ribs.

My body shook in unconscious reaction, I couldn't help myself, I was also
vaguely aware that my breast had escaped the bra and that the ref was stuffing
it back in the cup and then the ropes were released and through tear streaked
eyes I saw the ref drop his hands and Diane racing in towards me, her left
glove arcing in towards my face. I just got my guard in place in time and
blocked her left and now her right was angling towards my left breast, I
presumed, but with guard in place I wasn't worried except that suddenly my
chest froze! Her right fist had angled in lower and she'd hit my solar plexus,
I couldn't breathe and now I felt hard blows to my stomach but my guard was
frozen in position and Diane hit me 1, 2 and then a third time around the
navel, each blow hitting my hard belly with a thud and it was only then that I
was able to react as I dropped my left fist to block her next blow, but not
quick enough as Diane sent in a 4th hard blow just below my protective glove
and barely above my pants she'd struck down and this blow did penetrate a
little, and it hurt, striking just inches above my uterus it sent a jolt of
that special pain coursing through my lower belly and I let burst my remaining
breath as the blow struck and, to avoid further punishment, I dropped to my
knees and touched my gloves to the floor.

This wasn't the plan! Winded and hurt I gasped and forced my breath in and
out, reasonably quickly overcoming the blow to my solar plexus, but not
quickly overcoming my anger at myself for letting her have such an easy early
success. Laura was standing over me rubbing my lower belly and wisely saying
nothing until at 7 seconds I stood up and she gave a quick whispered ‘good
luck' before scooting out of the ring. The ref dropped his arm and this time I
was ready, quickly stepping out of the corner I attacked with a left jab
forcing Diane to quickly step back, this time I was going to take, and keep,
the initiative, but as Laura had kept telling me allow Diane to wind herself
and make mistakes.

So, I drove her back with a couple of quick jabs, head high, so that I could
claim the centre of the ring and then I waited, let's see what you've got I
was saying to her. Warily Diane circled, she seemed unsure of what to do,
until she very quickly stepped forward and tried to drop under my guard with a
straight right aimed at my belly. I leapt back so that she had to reach
forwards to make her glove strike and then gave her a right of my own low into
the ribs on her left side which sent her reeling away to my right, her face in
a pained grimace, but as she'd done in the 1st round, she didn't know when to
pause so even as she was reeling away she was turning again to face me and her
left shot out so quickly it was embedded in the outside of my right boob
before I saw it, and then as I quickly turned I ate a stinging right full on
the lips. Cow! I thought, and instantly repaid her in kind with my own left
catching her on the bridge of her nose. Blood instantly streamed from her
nose, dripping into her cleavage and staining her bra.

My confidence started to recover, her last two shots had been a reminder of
her shear speed but they hadn't done anything more than sting a bit and I was
hurting her now. Diane wiped her nose with her glove, a look of mingled
surprise, hurt and fear on her face, then she licked her lips and for the
first time I saw a fighters expression, a glimpse of resolve, determination
and perhaps even hate flickered across her face so quickly I thought I'd
imagined it, but even as I was seeing this I was leading out with my left
again expecting her to back away now that she was hurt, keep her moving and
off balance was my motto now, but Diane still wasn't playing by normal rules,
she ducked under my left and sent a two fisted barrage up into my body, the
first striking me in the centre of my belly and the 2nd, a right she sent into
the underside of my left boob. I tensed my belly muscles as the first blow
struck, surprisingly hard, I just kept it out but I couldn't stop a groan as
she tagged the same spot on my breast she'd hit with her free punch barely a
minute earlier.

Not debilitating, but it re-set of all the sick pain that I was just getting
over from her earlier punch, I cuffed her on the left side with my right as I
stepped back, not a hard punch but enough to tell I was there and then jabbed
at her breast with my left, try ducking that one! Diane didn't duck, she
sashayed left and my fist just brushed past her right boob which gave Diane
room to strike at my left boob which she did with a firm right hitting flush
on my nipple. I then had to fling my head back and as a left fist went
searching for the point of my chin, just missing as I jerked back a step and
re-set my guard just barely in time to block a twin salvo at head high.

Both of us were breathing hard as Diane kept up a much too frantic pace, her
unrelenting attack continued with another left at head height which was easy
to block and I countered with a salvo of my own, this time leading with a
right I hit into the outside of her left breast, driving in to the body it was
a solid hit and she shuddered as the full power of my fist hit home and
through my glove I felt my fist grind across her ribs so I knew that I had
hurt her a lot without her cried ‘ohhhhh' of pain and then I sent my follow up
left into her belly just above the naval which hit with a solid thud but Diane
rode this powerful shot better than I expected and she instantly came back
with a left of her own which caught my cheek twisting my head aside so that I
didn't see her speciality shot but I felt it as her right tagged me high in
the chest, right on my plex again where she'd hit 4 or 5 times already and my
breath instantly froze.

In pain and short of breath, I should have either clinched or retreated but I
had a glimpse of her right boob and anger took over so I did neither and
crunched my left fist as hard as I could into her more swollen right breast
and for an instant I felt better as she cried out in pain and blood sprayed
away from her blood soaked bra as my fist sunk deep into her. But, an instant
is, well, an instant and even as my fist was sinking into her breast she
tagged me in the plex again with a straight left and I had to step back, but
my legs had suddenly gone numb, my retreat was too slow and Diane now looked
like a real fighter as, bloodied she followed up and I could do nothing to
stop a left and right salvo to my lower belly, just above the waistband of my
shorts where even my strong muscles were not too effective and my numb legs
went to jelly as the sick pain of the low blows took hold. I hunched myself
over to make this target harder to hit and tried to close in to Diane and not
allow her room but she danced back quickly and as I stumbled forwards she
uppercut me with a right and somehow she'd found an angle inside my guard and
I literally fell forwards onto her punch which hit in my upper belly, not on
the plex thankfully but in my weakened state and with my own body adding to
the force of the blow it drove the last vestiges of air out of my lungs and I
knew I had to take my 2nd count of the round or suffer worse and I fell
forwards awkwardly.

Laura was with me in an instant as the ref started the 10 count, ‘you've got
to be more patient' she whispered ‘don't forget there isn't a time limit'
‘tell her that' I replied in between gasps of air and Laura sitting me up ‘no,
you're not listening, let her rush and all you need to do is pick her off, let
her commit herself and then tag her like you did just then, just don't go all
gung ho after one good hit, keep letting her wear herself down and you'll get
enough good shots in to finish her.' With that Laura was hauling me up, a
little early for my liking but the ref was at 8 so I tried to jog a little and
bounce up and down to free myself up before the ref dropped his arm to start
the fight again.

The moment the ref's arm dropped Diane surged forwards, her right fist lancing
towards my belly and she hit before I had time to react. My belly muscles held
but to be hit so hard there when I was still out of breath wasn't a good
start. I dropped my left to block Diane's left which followed up aimed even
lower but, tricked! As my guard rushed down Diane jinked forwards and her
right fist rose up out of nowhere and crashed onto the point of my jaw, I just
had time to to jerk my head back otherwise I'd have been knocked out, and
maybe Diane would have broken her wrist, but instead the world turned grey and
blurred and I had no idea what was going on, I was being hit but couldn't feel
anything, it was weird, I was conscious of Diane's blows sinking in to my
body, she hit my un-tensed stomach and air exploded out of my mouth, but it
didn't hurt, she hit both of my boobs and I felt her knuckles dig deep, she
hit my nose and I felt my cartilage scrunch, not quite broke but close, and
all the while this was happening in silence and complete absence of feeling,
she hit me in the belly again and this time I got it, a flutter of pain as
feeling started to return, then more of a flutter as she hit my boobs again
this time a left right combo to my left boob, a straight right and then an
uppercut left which finally woke me up as sickening pain suddenly erupted, as
my boob erupted from its bra and all at once my body awoke to the damage that
Diane had just inflicted, but my arms were limp and hanging low and my legs
were useless and my brain wasn't saying the right things like, drop like a
stone, instead Diane hit me twice more in the belly and I didn't have the
strength or sense to tighten my muscles I just staggered back with each punch
until my bum kissed the corner post and with once last punch to my belly I
pitched forwards onto the ring floor, my free left boob kissing the canvass
first and being dragged against the rough floor as I slid forwards across it.

Maybe I had dropped unconscious because the next thing I heard was ‘5, 6, 7'
and Laura was asking ‘are you alright' as she waved smelling salts under my
nose. I gagged and spluttered into painful awareness as Laura lifted me up,
but quickly she realised that it would be a mistake to let me face Diane in
that state so instead she eased me back down and the ref announced ‘2nd round
to Diane, Jen will now receive 3 penalty breast blows'. In next to no time I
was strung up, my stomach and belly complaining at being stretched and my head
still buzzing, Laura quickly put my boob back into the bra and the ref with no
pause at all waved Diane forwards, a Diane absolutely drenched in blood but
striding forwards purposefully which turned into acceleration as she uppercut
into my left boob, a repeat of her free shot of the previous round. Already
tender and swollen and having just taken an untold number of hard blows at the
end of the round both boobs, but especially the left were awash with pain and
as Diane's glove lanced into my flesh I had no option but to cry out in agony
as I felt my glands crushed against my ribs, then Diane repeated the blow
against my right boob and my chest turned into 2 pools of molten burning pain.
Diane paused then and as she did so I was aware that my left boob was loose
again, I looked up and saw Diane, a faint smile playing on her bloody lips as
she waited for me to catch her eye before she drove her fist back into my bare
left boob, once again angling it up hard into the underside her fist tore up
into the flesh whilst our eyes remained locked until the moment that the pain
hit, hit so hard that my head shot back and I roared out in agony because this
time Diane had added a new sensation to the pain by twisting her glove as it
struck my bare flesh so that I felt her knuckles twisting, stretching and
crushing my internal glands causing almost indescribable sick inducing pain as
the small vicious glove ripped and screwed a path through my flesh.

As the ropes released I allowed myself to sink into Laura's arms and she eased
me down onto my stool, I was barely aware of anything as I tried to adjust to
the pain, my boobs felt like they were ripped open and each breath that I took
was agony as they heaved in and out, I also had to fight my abused belly
muscles especially low down to drag in any air at all. Laura made me take deep
breaths, forcing air into my body and easing the aches in my chest and the
life giving oxygen started to have good effect, I still ached but my lungs
were easing so that after 1 minute my breathing was largely back to normal. I
had a sip of water whilst Laura berated me for not concentrating, ‘You've got
to keep her at distance, keep jabbing and make her work. She can't be
attacking you if she's having to defend so make her keep her guard up and if
you get a chance tag that right boob of hers, it's really swollen'. All good
advice, she was just so fast and although slender her punches had a bite, I
knew that whatever advice, whatever strategy I took, slowing her down had to
be my number one aim which meant either a knock out head strike or some really
good low body shots.

There was still 30 seconds to go but I stood up, I wanted Diane to think I was
still very fresh and I forced myself to do some stretching whilst keeping my
face deadpan as my abused muscles screamed out in pain, still the pain and
exercise was good as it prepared me for the next round and my body would now
be busy releasing pain relieving endorphins and adrenalin. My boobs were
aching and swollen, the left in particular and my bra was no longer such a
good fit, my boobs felt as if they'd explode out of the cups at any moment but
glancing at Diane I knew that hers were just as bad.

The break was nearly finished and Lauren gestured at my pants. I nodded,
embarrassed and ashamed at having to lose them in the ring especially against
such opposition. Let's be clear, I'm not a prude and I'm not ashamed of my
body, but I was ashamed of losing that last round and the humiliation of
exposing my knickers was made worse by the huge roar that erupted as Lauren
eased the sodden material down my legs exposing my small white knickers. I
couldn't see them but I knew they would be totally transparent, soaked with my
sweat and stretched tight against my minge.

But my embarrassment faded quickly the moment the ref called us together and
instead was replaced by a burning anger to punish that innocent looking face
that was in front of me. Diane's nose was no longer bleeding and the blood had
been wiped of her body but her bra was so blood stained that even before we'd
started the round swirls of blood stained sweat were trickling down from her
bra, running into the top of her bloody pants. I wanted to start that flow
again, maybe even break her nose if I could get the right angle.

The ref dropped his arm and Diane was instantly rushing at me as she'd done
the previous round, but this time I was expecting it so as her left fist
exploded towards me I was stepping inside and I drove my right fist as hard as
I could into her left bra cup. What a punch, we were both driving forwards and
this energy added to the hardest, sweetest punch I'd thrown in the fight
transferred itself to her left breast and Diane shrieked as my fist impaled
her breast, a fountain of bloody sweat exploded away from the bra as my fist
ripped into it. I grimaced as my fist jarred against Diane's ribs, this was
the point at which Diane's face twisted into a shriek of agony, but we were
still colliding together and with the slightly downward angle of my strike the
only place for my locked out fist to go was down and as I felt the bumps of
her ribs slip past my glove one by one as her impaled breast was dragged down
across them driving so low that as I looked at Diane across the top of my
driving fist it seemed that she only had one breast, my fist had dragged her
left breast so low, and stretched it so flat, that for that brief moment there
was no sign of her boob at all.

Then Diane was wheeling away, the blood drawn completely from her face as her
boob exploded back into place, somehow still in it's bra cup although
instantly it became ill fitting as the breast swelled amazingly quickly.
Beneath the bra a bloody imprint on Diane's body showed how far down the bra
had been dragged and impressed into Diane's body and it was no wonder she'd
screamed, it nearly reached halfway towards her navel and that was with a
fairly modest boob! My turn to make her feel rushed, I charged after her
whilst she was still cradling her boob and looking as if she would burst into
tears and Diane leapt away as my left fist angled towards her face, I chased
and flicked out a right, again at her face hoping to force her guard up but
she just jerked away in time and then again as my left fist followed up she
backed away again just in time as my fist caressed the side of her cheek, but
now she was just half a step away from the corner post so I leapt forwards
with a fierce driven right aimed right between her eyes expecting her to
career back into the post.

My mistake. Diane dropped like a stone under my fist and it was my turn to
helplessly drive myself forwards onto her small hard gloves as she drove a
horrible one two into my lower belly, very low, and very well aimed as she
deliberately targeted my ovaries, her right glove in particular hit full on
and I felt that special sick, nauseating pain, that only such a blow can
engender but could do nothing but stumble forwards onto her left glove which
exploded just above my right ovary.

Excruciating pain exploded from the ovaries and surged through my body. I
wanted to wretch, but all I could do was gasp out my breath as all control
left my body. I tried desperately to back away but my forwards momentum held
me impaled on Diane's left fist and I had no strength to do anything and knew
with sickening certainty that I would get hit again, there was nothing I could
do about the next few moments as forced to bend forwards over Diane's
crouching form my entire body was open to her. She struck, I don't know how
many times, sickening blows up into the base of each of my breasts tearing
deep into the heart of them as they hung over Diane, blows the like of which
I'd never felt before as with a surgeons precision Diane's blows angled in,
the first blows flung my breasts free of my bra so that they hung free above
Diane and then blow after blow tore into the underside of each breast, angled
so that each blow penetrated and struck directly against my internal glands
and tore so hard against my ligaments that I felt boobs were being ripped open
and that her gloves were striking direct at each sensitive gland in turn.

I needed to fall, but my bodies natural reaction was to flee away from the
blows so I remained standing as I tried to lift up and force myself back
rather than fall down towards the source of my pain. I could hear a scream and
then I felt an unreality, that nothing was actually happening to me, I was
outside of everything until after a last blow to my breasts Diane angled her
blows lower and she struck my solar plexus once, instantly I felt my rib cage
freeze and my vision went red as a rushing noise overwhelmed me. I barely felt
a second blow as I dropped in a feint on top of Diane.

I woke up to a nightmare of pain, and worst, for the first time in a fight I
felt that I might not win. I woke to the acrid taste of smelling salts and
immediately coughed, a cough that sent waves of pain coursing through my body.
I was on my side, curled up in the recovery position. I tried to straighten
but each movement sent a new wave of pain through my reproductive organs, my
whole lower belly was on fire and my breasts, ohhhh God, my breasts felt as if
they were filling up with molten lava, swelling and about to burst so much so
that I was afraid to look but whilst I was thinking this I could hear the ref
counting, he was up to 10 and I gestured to Laura to help me onto my feet, I
wasn't about to be beat just yet.

As Laura hauled me up I wanted to scream as my breasts flopped heavily
forwards, I looked down and couldn't believe how swollen, yet undamaged (at
least from the tops) they looked, it was sickening to feel them swaying about
on my body, my chest was tight and it was an effort to breath but I needed to,
as my legs were like jelly and it needed all my strength to just stand. Laura
let me go but before the ref waved box on he made Laura put my bra back on. It
hurt, but it stopped them swaying and heaving about so much so it was welcome
however, it was now like a comedy bra and even though Laura adjusted the
straps my breasts were pushing the cups well away from my body and I knew they
would escape at the first blow.

When the ref called us forwards it was a real effort, I had to overcome the
pain in my ovaries to survive the next few moments of the fight so I gritted
my teeth and tried to stride forwards as if I wasn't hurt. The ref dropped his
arm and I waited for Diane to pounce, she darted forwards leading with a left
aimed low towards my belly and I scrambled back, my body screaming with pain
at the sudden movement. Diana pushed on, and I knew I had to keep out of range
until I'd gained some strength but she just wasn't giving me any time, she
sent another punch towards my midriff, then another forcing me to keep moving,
then she aimed higher and I couldn't snap my head back quick enough to avoid
kissing her glove, it smart and I now had the iron taste of blood on my lips.

I had to either keep out of range for a while or stop her with a good punch
and as I wasn't mobile enough to keep out of range I knew I had to hit back.
She led again with a left to my face and this time I got my fist up in time to
block, but Diane was so quick that she'd tagged my left breast with a hard
right before I'd even seen the punch coming. I gasped at the fierce agony and
tried to instantly hit back but it was like trying to hit a ghost, Diane faded
away from my first right handed drive and by stumbling forwards on my still
shaky legs I committed myself to a lunging left which needed to hit for me to
retain my balance. But Diane sashayed aside and I went lumbering across the
ring, my face burning with shame at been made to look like a clumsy fool.

I needed the corner to stop my off balance run/fall across the ring and
quickly tried to push off and turn to face Diane, but the moment I reached the
corner, and still with my back to Diane, she struck hard with a vicious one
two into my left kidneys. Paralysing pain almost froze me but I forced myself
to twist towards Diane and face her but as I was only halfway around she
caught me again and my twist was turning into a fall but I made it fully
around just in time to see Diane at the point of landing an uppercut.

It is said that you don't see the punch that knocks you out, but I did see
this one, for a moment I thought it was going to sink into my plex and maybe I
was able to shift back even as I was falling and make her miss, or perhaps
Diane had aimed perfectly as the blow crashed onto the point of my descending
chin and I know nothing more until Laura got me around again 10 seconds or so
later, then I was just conscious enough to understand I'd lost the round as I
heard the ref say ‘3rd round to Diane, Jen to face two penalty blows'.

I don't remember being strung up, or my bra being cut off, but then the ref
applied smelling salts and I was jerked into fuzzy awareness just as Diane was
to strike her first blow to my now naked breasts. I prayed she'd aim for a
full on hit to my breasts, my best assets, large and firm even after the
pounding they'd taken so far and, with a full on punch to the nipple, plenty
of flesh to soak up the energy of a punch. But Diane again proved she knew
what she was doing as she angled her punch up and in, striking the underside
of my left breast, her glove twisting as it struck and I had to scream as I
felt my mammary crushed and twisted, I could feel her knuckles grinding my
flesh across my rib cage and I flung my head back and felt I was either about
to throw up or pass out when Diane struck again into my right breast with
exactly the same blow. I'd never felt such pain and I must confess I was not
far from crying from the pain as I was released to flop to the floor.

At least we had 5 minutes. I rinsed my mouth out and spat a bloody glob into
the spit bucket while Laura massaged my back and shoulders. She worked
tirelessly for the entire break working on my shoulders and back and whilst I
held ice packs against my breast and lower belly, for a while she didn't say
much but as I started to feel better she started to show some encouragement
herself, ‘look, her breasts are quite swollen and you really hurt her earlier'
and then she came out with something that I'd been thinking also ‘you need to
tie her up, fight awkward, crowd her and keep inside. She's obviously well
trained but I doubt she's really fought at all so be a bit dirty'

‘4th round' announced the ref calling us both forwards into the ring. I felt a
lot better for the break but as I stepped forwards and my large breasts swayed
with my movement I couldn't help but give a slight grimace at the pain; I
don't think they'd ever been so swollen and sore in a fight before but I also
knew that the pain would ease with new adrenalin once the round got underway,
that is of course, if Diana didn't land any punches onto them! Diana looked
fresh, but Laura was right, her boobs were swollen, her left especially so I
resolved to tag that one if at all possible.

The refs arm dropped and the fight was on again. I hoped Diane would rush in
again as she'd done the previous round, but she was a fast learner and just
stood, poised waiting for me. I darted forwards testing her out with a leading
right, I wanted to see how protective she'd be of her left boob, but she had
no hesitation of using her left fist to block my right to her face. I followed
trying to close without rushing in but Diane was happy to keep her distance
and she retreated as fast as I could chase. We exchanged long range blows that
were all blocked until I glanced a left of her forehead but in stretching
forwards I was just open enough for Diane to whip in a left of her own which
burned across my right nipple before striking the inside of my left breast
with a wet sounding thud. I turned with the blow, my left side away from
Diane, sidestepped towards her using the new angle to drive a hard right into
her left breast.

Bingo, the punch I'd wanted, and it was hard, striking full onto her straining
bra cup and crushing the boob into her ribs, the blow striking with a solid
thud. Diane gave out a cry of pain, music to my ears, and she quickly got her
guard up to stop a follow up. My chance to crowd her and rough her up, I leapt
forwards at her with my guard all pointy elbows and my head tucked down behind
it and barrelled into her making sure to crack the top of my head into her
face as I embraced her in a firm clinch, trapping her own arms between our two
sweaty and bloody bodies and rabbit punched her twice in her lower back.

Diane's reaction was unexpected, she accelerated backwards pulling me with
her, I had to hold on and follow her otherwise she'd have opened up enough
space to strike back, and in holding on I couldn't strike myself. But she
started to swivel and before I knew what was happening she'd judo thrown me
over her hip easily breaking the hold I had on her sweat slicked body. I was
flying into the corner post head first and I instinctively stretched out with
my arms to lesson the impact but before I impacted the post my body hit the
ring floor and I screamed as my breasts exploded in agony as all my weight
crushed them into the ring floor and then dragged them across it as I slid the
remaining foot into the post.

Mercifully I don't remember anything after that until Laura had me spluttering
awake, I've seen the films afterwards and I must have been out for nearly a
minute as my head really cracked into the post, Laura cracked smelling salts
under my nose and I woke up, then passed out again until finally I remained
awake sitting up in the corner with my back against the post. Slowly I became
aware and finally I could answer Laura, ‘three fingers' I said. Laura smiled,
‘how about now' ‘two' I replied, ‘and now?' she asked quizzically ‘still two'
I answered. ‘You sure' Laura asked, ‘yes I'm bloody sure, you've got two
fingers and a thumb up, I'm awake and I'm bloody well aware as well'.

The ref must have been listening as he said, ‘Good, glad you're back with us'
and then turning to the crowd he announced ‘4th round to Diane, Jen will now
receive penalty breast blows' he paused whilst I thought to myself blows?, I
only got knocked down once! Then the ref continued ‘1 blow for the knockdown,
1 blow for wasting a minute of time at the end of the round and 2 blows for an
illegal head but during the round. The blows to be taken immediately or I will
award further penalties'.

As I woke up further I quickly realised that my breasts were on fire, I looked
down, the tops of each were abraded red with deep bruising showing through as
a result of earlier blows but mostly from my fall and slide along the ring
floor, the friction burn ran all the way to the tops of my nipples and they
stuck out bright red, glistening with sweat and erect due to the throbbing
pain of the burn. The whole of the top of my chest hurt, each sway of my
breasts tore at the recently strained ligaments and muscles which had somehow
remained intact, just, as my body dragged my breasts across the ring floor,
but now grossly swollen, these ligaments and muscles couldn't hold my breasts
as high as they'd been so my engorged mounds of flesh sagged down lower and
strained heavily on my body.

Laura hauled me up and the ropes were quickly attached, without them I would
have fallen as standing up I suddenly went faint and for a few moments the
world spun sickeningly, then the ref waved Diane forwards. She didn't have
that little girl lost look any more, her nipples were sticking our through her
bra, in excitement she licked her lips and her eyes had a hard gleam in them
which belied the innocent features of her face. She struck my left breast and
I had to scream, this time she'd decided to strike down on the top flank of my
breast and she'd hit just an inch or two above my nipple with a slightly
downwards angle full onto the raw abraded skin. Her glove knifed through my
flesh and thudded against my rib cage where she used her twisting technique to
grind my internal glands against my ribs and at the same time drag my boob
down across my ribs tearing at the ligaments that held it in place. The
sickening pain grew and grew as her punch ground at my flesh, it grew beyond
my pain levels and I started to scream, it still grew and I thrashed as hard
as I could against my tight bounds. I was sure I could feel flesh break and
burst within me, millions of individual explosions of red hot pain speared
through my breast and it hadn't even begun to dissipate when Diane struck my
right breast.

I couldn't help myself, I screamed out even louder ‘noooooooooohhhhhh' I was
sure dreadful things had happened, were happening to my breasts, I daren't
look, but at the same time I had too. My God but they were swelling quickly,
Diane was waiting as she saw me look down and appraise the damage. I was sure
something had burst in each breast as they were visibly swelling and heavy
bruising was forming before my very eyes where Diane's gloves had struck, the
nipples darkened and swelled as if my breasts were bound tightly around the
base. She struck again at my left breast and I screamed again, pleading
incoherently for Diane to stop, but my pleas, even if they'd been
intelligible, would have gone unheeded. Diane now waited as I got myself under
some semblance of control before she struck again. She drew back her fist and
I gritted my teeth and closed my tear streaked eyes, but nothing happened. I
wished she'd strike and get it over with, I kept my eyes closed and held my
breath waiting for her to strike but still she waited until I had to breath
again and I let my breath go. This was Diane's signal and my outgoing breath
exploded out of my lungs as she struck again, as before angling her blow down
into the top flank of my breast.

I didn't have the breath for a long drawn out scream, it exploded out of me as
Diane struck and again the pain built up greater than my threshold, much
greater and far worse than the first blow to my left breast. I sobbed in agony
and tried to breathe and sob at the same time which turned into
hyperventilation, I couldn't get any breath and the pain was so sickening I
almost fainted. Diane waited as I fought against the pain, until my breathing
finally calmed to some semblance of normal (albeit very quick and hurried) and
then she struck her final blow. I will confess that with this sickening blow
my scream turned to full grown sobs as I knew my gorgeous breasts were now
dreadfully damaged and with that damage and swelling I'd be hard put to stand
a blow in what remained of the fight. I knew because I'd seen it, that when a
womans breasts can stand no more punishment in a fight then it is effectively
over, when instinct takes over from will, when instinct forces a fighter to
defend breasts over more debilitating targets then a fight can almost never be
won unless both fighters are in the same state.

These thoughts, in a more confused state that I've related here, wafted
through my brain despite the throbbing, burning pain that assailed me as I was
been released from the ropes. Laura caught me and helped me stagger to my
corner as all the time I was aware of the damage in my breasts making them
swell ever larger, I could feel them getting heavier and tighter, a mixture of
swelling and blood filling the milk sacs.

In the 5 minutes of the break Laura did what she could. I knew now that my
best option was to lose, but survive 90 minutes, otherwise I would be bankrupt
with all my assets claimed, which meant I would be assigned to any task that
the state deemed fit and possibly never have a free life again. I knew I
shouldn't look but I couldn't help myself, I glanced at the ringside clock, 52
minutes of fight time ‘ohhhhhhh noooo' I sighed, then Laura followed my
glance. She tried her best to help offering advice like ‘keep out of her way,
she's got breasts too, punch her in the left boob, go down at any chance and
take the breast punishments at the end, it won't matter then' and then perhaps
her most hopeful advice, ‘try a low blow, you've not really hit her low in the
belly, there's a chance she wont be expecting that.

Then the ref called us together, I was slow to walk into the ring, my whole
body was on fire and just raising my fists ready to start caused pulled on my
breast ligaments and caused a sick wave of pain to course through me. My boobs
had swollen into two huge purple masses that hung low and heavy on my chest
which despite 5 minutes of ice hurt like hell. The ref came up to me and
ripped my knickers off and threw them into the baying crowd ‘With the rules of
this fight there are unlimited rounds so effectively for Jen there is no point
in a count as she could just say she'll continue however long she is out for
and, as she has a vested interest in keeping the fight going for as long as
possible I have decided that for Jen there will be no more rounds. If she
takes a count there will be an immediate breast blow and the fight will
continue. If she takes a count over 20 seconds then I will award an extra
penalty blow for each extra 20 seconds that she takes. Box on'

And we were off again! Instantly I leapt forwards and drove my fist low into
Diane's unprepared belly, so low I almost caught the waistband of her
knickers, low enough to be under her muscle shield and my fist sunk into her
undefended uterus. She gagged and folded over staggering backwards, her face
pale and her mouth gaping open. I went after her, if I had any chance it was
now, she stumbled back and I caught her on the face starting her nose bleeding
again she gasped again as I caught her right breast and then she managed to
block an uppercut which I tried to send into her belly, then I got another
blow in under her guard and her legs went even more wobbly as I drove my left
fist into the pit of her stomach and she lurched towards me and clinched. We
waltzed for a while, I was desperate to get one more shot in so I was trying
to push her away before she recovered but I couldn't get any purchase, then
she was pulling me but I wasn't about to fall for that again, instead I let
her pull away and chased her with a fierce right that would have knocked her
out had it connected with my intended target of her jaw. Instead she reversed
her retreat and ducked down under my fist and we collided in a clinch again
with my right arm draped over her shoulder and my left clutching at her waist.

Another few moments of waltzing around, and then desperate to not give her
time to recover I pulled back to give myself room. Big mistake, it was Diane
that had room, her fists were inside my guard and dropping down she nailed me
with a quick one two in the sex. I dropped like a stone, the first punch had
hit my uterus, maybe fit I'd have survived the nauseous pain from this like
Diane had ridden my blow, but her follow up was lower, lower than I'd ever
taken a punch before. They say that the clit has the most concentrated area of
nerve endings. I could believe it. Paralysing pain. I dropped like a stone
clutching futilely at my sex, my legs limp and my breathing frozen, no breath
to cry or scream out as I'd lost that with the blow to my uterus.

Laura was quickly with me, ‘come on, you nearly got her, one more like that',
‘yeh, but she got me back' I managed to gasp ‘get me up before 20 seconds, I
can't take 2 breast punches' I pleaded, Laura nodded and hauled me up at 18
seconds. ‘Take her to the corner' the ref instructed, pointing to the corner
were 2 large women waited, bodybuilders by the look of them, The moment I
arrived my arms were gripped and I was pulled tight against the corner post,
so hard I thought my shoulders might dislocate until the pressure was eased
just a little. Diane looked sick, she was bent over with her gloves on her
haunches as the ref waved her forwards. She eased herself upright and advanced
and I tried to prepare for the pain, she struck my left breast and I screamed
as her glove dissected my breast into two, swollen and hanging down as it was
she struck midway between the nipple and top of the breast and I felt the
nauseous sensation of my internal glands crushed against my ribs, my ligaments
and muscles screamed in agony as they were stretched down and the front
portion of my breast exploded in an agony of it's own as the flesh was
squeezed up to the tip, uncompressible fluids stretching at the flesh that
contained them, blood burnt in my milk sacs and ducts and I felt the
tremendous pressure threaten to break through and burst as her glove squeezed
down like a mangle.

The two ring assistants kept hold for a moment as the ref announced ‘the fight
will re-start in 10 seconds, Jen will prove she can still continue by standing
unaided for 10 seconds, If she can't then it will be treated as another knock
down' My eyes widened, I had to make it! I was released and sagged back
against the corner post as the ref counted to 10 before dropping his arm.
Diane advanced and I tried to come out to meet her, but my legs were so
unsteady after the blow to my sex that I fell sideways into the ropes near the
corner. Diane struck, aiming at the side of my left breast as I lent against
the ropes, I tried to block but got the angles wrong and Diane's fist thudded
in, not into my breast but low into my ribs. I stumbled back towards the
corner and tried to get my fists back up into a guard as I could see Diane's
right firing in to my breasts, I twisted and made her miss my left breast but
she leaned forwards into the punch and her fist thudded into the inside of my
right breast as fell forwards into the corner.

Time slowed, I was outside of myself now and I don't know if I'm telling this
from actual real memory, or from watching the playbacks. In my minds eye it's
real memory, me falling forwards towards the corner my fists rising up, too
late to block Diane's fist, her fist extending like a javelin towards my
breasts, which were flinging up with my motion, me slowly twisting so that she
missed my left breast and at the same time turning my head down to watch her
fist which with unerring accuracy nailed my right boob against the corner
post. She hit near to the base of my boob her glove sailed through the flesh
to thud hard into the corner post. I felt all sorts of things break and burst
inside my boob in a coruscating burst of pain. I could see may breast balloon
out ahead of her glove and as the pain hit and an explosion of blood erupted
from the nipple, which, seemingly in slow motion, twisted to point back at
Diane as the flesh behind bulged obscenely and the nipple finally gave way to
the pressure and a myriad of thin streams of blood burst across the ring.

I must have fainted then as I don't remember falling, in fact I don't really
remember much else of the next few minutes for sure. I was brought back around
and I remember Laura pleading with me to give up, but she should have known
that a.) I'd never give up and that b.) I'd not be allowed to that easily
anyway whilst I was still conscious. I remember looking at the clock, 65
minutes, so 25 minutes to survive, I remember the ref saying ‘3 penalty breast
blows for a 60 second delay' I remember then being hauled up and held fast by
the body builders and the ref saying, ‘blows to the left breast only'. I
remember gazing with sick fascination at my right breast as blood poured out
of the nipple in continuous fine streams and then it was time for Diane to
take her blows.

She struck immediately and I fainted. I was brought back around and
immediately Diane struck again and this time, for some reason, I didn't faint,
maybe the pain was at such a level that I couldn't as the bursting sensation
I'd felt with my right breast happened again as Diane struck downwards at a
steeper angle and it was now the turn of my left breast to leak blood, not as
strong, a thin stream of blood quickly turned into drips that ran down my body
in contrast to the still spurting right boob. The ref announce ‘hold' as Diane
stepped in again. ‘Jen, you can take your breast punch, or a blow to anywhere
else Diane chooses on your body, which is it to be?' ‘Not breasts, I managed
to gasp' and the ref nodded and waved Diane forwards again. Diane gestured to
the ref and said, ‘I need her legs spread'. I felt arms on my legs immediately
and my legs were stretched apart and fastened to rings set just outside the
ring. She struck, a vicious uppercut that knifed into my sex and crushed my
clitoris against my pubic bone.

I fainted then, and the rest of my knowledge is as much from watching the
replays later as real memory. I dropped limply and Laura rushed in to try and
bring me around, she succeeded after around half a minute and she must have
pleaded with the ref for the fight to be stopped but on tape I heard myself
say ‘no no, it goes on until 90 minutes.... Must go on for 90 minutes'. ‘Very
well' the ref replied ‘stand up when ready to continue', Laura looked at me
pleadingly and I said, ‘get me up' but my limp form was too weak and slippery
with blood and it took Laura an age to get me into the arms of the ring side
helpers – they stood and watched until I was actually on my two feet even
though held by Laura.

The ref announce ‘4 penalty blows, not to the breasts and no punch to the same
part of the body as any other of this series of blows' Diane struck at my left
ovary. I remember the sick pain as the blow struck and from the replay I say
myself gag and my mouth gape as the pain bit, and then my right ovary was
struck and my head swept back in absolute agony as my sexual organs were
destroyed. Diane struck again, this time in the centre of my body just barely
above my minge targeting my uterus. I lost all my breath and pain coursed
through my body in a wave radiating out from the very heart of my sexuality.
Diane had with each of these blows twisted her fist as she struck and the
small glove along with such a horrid technique had destroyed me completely. At
the time I didn't know, couldn't feel it, but the blow to my ovaries had hurt
my bladder also which let go as Diane swept her last blow directly into my sex
hitting just as a stream of urine erupted.

I blacked out the instant the blow struck, the film showed Diane's fist
sweeping up between my legs and striking full on to my sex, swollen so much
from Diane's earlier blow that it gaped open. A glittering spray of sweat
blood and urine exploded from Diane's glove as it hit, penetrating into my
swollen lips and with that evil twist of the glove as it struck to make
absolutely sure of maximum damage.

I fell to the floor, writhing weakly in the pool of blood that was leaking
from both breasts whilst the ref counted. Laura came to me and pleaded to me
to give up, I can tell watching the film that she was torn between getting me
back to my feet quickly, if she could, or spending the time trying to persuade
me to stay down and plead for a end to the fight. The ref asked asked me what
I wanted to do and I must have said I'd continue as the tape then shows him
nodding to Laura to get me up. ‘Jen' he said as Laura lifted me back up,
‘you've been down for 75 seconds which means four more penalty blows, are you
sure you want to continue?' '90 minutes' I gasped out in reply, but in truth,
if I'd looked at the screen I'd have known there was no chance, the clock was
on 74 minutes and only counted during ‘fight time'.

Diane spook then for the first time. ‘Don't you recognize me yet'? I wondered
what the hell she was on about, but then as I her words sunk home, the voice,
and the way she now held her head back, flicking her long dark wet hair out of
her eyes brought I vague recollection of a fight I'd had maybe 4 or 5 years
earlier, but it can't have been Diane! She was too young, I'd conned the Judge
into believing that this woman, who did look a lot like Diane, had maliciously
accused me of a crime for her own gain and the ensuing Justice battle had been
long, drawn out and very bloody, not because the fighter had been any good,
but because I was so much better than her I'd had such fun toying with her,
slowly destroying her bit by bit but avoiding any final knock out until she
was so far gone the fight would have ended anyway.. Diane must have sensed my
thoughts as she said, I'm the daughter of the good woman you destroyed and
ruined 5 years ago, I was only just turned 14 then and my punishment for my
Mother's crime was to watch you destroy her, well now it's my turn and my
Mothers watching you get destroyed and in a few minutes we'll regain all of
the money and possessions you stole from us'. ‘You wish' I defiantly gasped
back and then maybe not the best choice of words, ‘your Mum didn't have the
guts and neither do you, I'll just keep getting up until the time runs out'

I was held up and in position with my legs spread and I thought Diane would
instantly hit me, and that maybe in anger it would be a poor blow, but instead
she regarded me casually for a few moments, she could see, as I could watching
the play backs, that through the blood that streamed down from my breasts my
lower belly was a mass of wicked bruises my sex lips were swollen, gaping well
open and sticking well out from my minge, my clitoris red and throbbing
sticking out from it's hood. I knew where I would have struck but Diane struck
just above, hitting me at the top of my minge, angling her fist up to mash
into my uterus and bladder. I could see on the film that this blow drove me
senseless, a quick burst if piss exploding out of my cunt as her fist struck.
Somehow I was resuscitated again and I think Diane knew she could strike the
next 2 blows without finally finishing me off as she struck again at my
ovaries, and despite being almost unconscious I was so well aware through the
waves of pain that she was destroying my womanhood as she struck at my left
and then right ovary, each blow so jolted me that the twin jets of blood
leaking from my breasts ripped across the ring as my breasts were flung about.
I was aware again for the final blow, somehow the waves of pain had left me
conscious through the blows to my ovaries, conscious but aware that as a woman
I was being destroyed, first my boobs, next my womanhood and the final blow
still to come to destroy the last symbol of what I was.

It came. Diane angled her punch up with all the mite and hate that she'd kept
within her for the last 4 years and her fist buried itself in my gaping sex, I
swear on film I saw it sink into me up to her wrist. All I actually remember
of the blow is not so much the pain, it was all encompassing, it was the
sickness, the shame, the expression of satisfaction on Diane's face as she
stood and looked into my dulling eyes before I finally passed out and her
words ‘your finished'

Constructive criticism or comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ