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


Sam felt a mixture of emotions at winning the first round. After almost 30 
minutes of largely continuous fighting she was tremendously weary, yet elated 
at knocking Julie out, wanting the 5 minutes to finish quickly so that she 
could further punish Julie but then again not wanting the 5 minutes to ever 
end because of the fear of further punishment to her breasts. Breasts which 
Julie had targeted with fearful accuracy, the nipples grossly swollen and 
abraded red raw on top of once large D cups that were now huge, swollen well 
beyond that impressive state, dreadfully bruised all over and internally such 
that each sway, jiggle or bounce sent sickening pain coursing through her, 
and now even with no punches tearing into them she could feel that the damage 
from Julie’s recent hits was still taking effect as her breasts continued to 
swell as her body reacted to the damage.

Sam’s second Jane made her sit up straight in her corner and allowed her to 
sip sparingly at her water bottle while she gave her some instructions ‘stop 
trying to land the killer punch all the time, I know she has a weakness to a 
low punch, especially now that she’ll lose her knickers but for the last few 
minutes you were so predictable, she was picking you off! Box clever, if you 
see an opening go for it; Get her thinking, punch her boobs and her face, 
make her bring her guard up and then, only then if there is a clear shot give 
her a low blow BUT’ and here Jane paused to make sure that Sam was 
concentrating ‘Remember, don’t keep trying the low blow especially to the 
cunt just because she’s lost her knickers as she’ll be expecting that so 
you’ll not get through; you’ll be picked off like you were just now. 

In the other corner Julie was now looking quite fresh and her second was 
encouraging her and building her up for the next round ‘look at her, you’ve 
nearly won this. A few more blows to those tits and she’s yours, just don’t 
let her under your guard. You’ve got longer reach and you’re fitter so just 
keep those jabs going into her tits she’ll cave in. She’ll soon be at the 
point where she’ll be so scared of her tits been hurt she’ll cover them too 
much and leave herself exposed elsewhere, wait for that and then nail her 
good.

In the crowd there was a flurry of betting activity and the odds, which at 
the end of the round had been slightly in favour of Sam, were actually now 
going against her as images of each fighter in their corner was being shown 
around the arena. Sam’s badly bruised and swollen breasts were in marked 
contrast to Julie, who despite some obvious bruising and swelling to her left 
breast was, in contrast, still fairly unmarked and as the break continued, 
looking fresher and more confident with each passing minute.

With 1 minute to go Jane made Sam stand up, she then grasped both breasts and 
squeezed gently causing Sam to cry out ‘arghhhhh, what the hell are you 
doing!’ ‘pain makes your body release natural painkillers’ Jane whispered ‘in 
the last 5 minutes your body has been turning off its adrenalin supply and 
when you first get hit after a break like this it hurts like hell so,’ and 
now Jane grasped each breast much more firmly ‘I’m trying to get your body to 
start pumping out adrenalin again before you get back into the fight’ ‘shit’ 
Sam hissed at Jane ‘that’ll xxxxing do, if you don’t let go now I swear I’ll 
xxxxing well kill you’ ’Ok then, start loosening up and get ready. Don’t get 
caught cold I reckon she’ll fly at you the moment the round starts… and 
remember, BOX CLEVER’

A few moments later the ref called the start of the next round and beckoned 
the fighters forwards to the centre of the ring.

Sam stepped forwards to face Julie. The ref, standing between them, stopped 
them when they were about 2 metres apart, ‘I want to remind you both about 
unnecessary counts. If I deem a count to be time wasting, or otherwise 
unnecessary I will award a penalty against that fighter which I will set’ and 
then looking at Julie he said ‘I should also remind Julie that she can only 
retire from this round when I deem that she has completely lost.’ With that 
he reached into his pocket and brought out a knife and reaching down to 
Julie’s knickers he pulled them away from the side of her left leg and deftly 
sliced through the delicate material. A small puddle of red material fell 
away from Julie revealing a thick tangle of wetly glistening black cunt hair; 
this black V outlined by a small strip of very pale skin outlining the shape 
of the brief bikini that Julie must have worn when last sunbathing and then a 
few centimetres of smooth tanned flesh before bruises and marks outlined the 
area that Julie had been able to hit in the round before.

Julie’s eyes blazed with livid anger and Sam deliberately tried to make her 
even madder by glancing with disdain at Julie’s cunt and laughing out ‘I bet 
you normally turn the lights out before anyone sees that mess’. Julie’s eyes 
now bulged with rage and at that moment the ref waved box on.

Sam almost immediately regretted firing up Julie as before she had a chance 
to set her guard or retreat Julie fired a hard right full onto the nipple of 
Sam’s left breast. The swollen and tender breast exploded around Julie’s 
glove, bulging obscenely around the fist as it drove deep inside to grind 
against Sam’s chest wall ‘arghhhhhh’ Sam screamed as the most intense pain 
she’d ever felt exploded inside her, instantly blinding her eyes with tears. 
Blindly she scrambled back blinking quickly to clear her eyes she was too 
slow to see Julie’s left whipping across into the side of her right breast, 
splat, the wicked leather glove impacted hard, driving into the side of the 
breast forcing it across and into Sam’s left breast, the nipple bulging out 
as Julie’s glove crushed the side of the breast before being engulfed by the 
leather glove as it rasped across the tender nub, driving viciously across 
Sam’s body. 

Sam’s scream from the first blow reached a fresh intensity as Julie’s left 
fist burned across her chest and the crowd roared with excitement. Sam 
meanwhile desperately leapt away from Julie’s attack just in time to avoid 
the next right and with her eyes now cleared somewhat she sent a left jab 
towards the wildly charging Julie, leaning into the punch as it crashed right 
between Julie’s eyes onto the bridge of her nose. The force of the blow 
jarred through Sam’s arm and Julie’s head was whipped back as she was stopped 
in her tracks before reeling away on rubbery legs, lurching back across the 
ring 

A relieved Sam watched Julie stagger away, she needed a moment to cope with 
the pain in her breasts, but she quickly realised that here was a golden 
chance so after a brief moment she gathered herself and pursued Julie across 
the ring. Julie had lurched into the ropes and as Sam approached she turned 
to defend herself. Blood was streaming from both of Julie’s nostrils, 
dripping onto her chest and onto the ring floor but she had her guard up 
despite being obviously heavy legged. Sam snaked out another left to the face 
but Julie blocked, then a right and left combination thudded into Julie’s 
guard but it held firm, then Sam went lower and got a left below Julie’s 
guard into her body between breasts and midriff, Julie gasped and Sam went 
for the body again with a right but Julie closed right up and clinched, 
trapping Sam’s fist between their bodies.

Sam heaved and pushed to try and get Julie off, but Julie clung on like a 
limpet leaning full onto Sam and making her take their combined weight. 
Julie’s head was over Sam’s shoulder and Sam could feel hot drips of blood 
dribbling down her back and hear Julie’s hoarse laboured breathing which was 
rasping right by her ear. Sam twisted and turned to try and break Julie’s 
grip until finally she just drove forwards against Julie and she powered the 
pair of them across the ring. Suddenly Julie was out of control and halfway 
across the ring Sam was finally able to fling her clear, pushing her even 
faster towards the ropes with Sam chasing after her. Instinctively Julie’s 
arms went out to save herself as she hit the ropes and Sam drove her right 
fist angling down towards Julie’s black curls. Instinctively Julie dropped, 
twisting away to avoid the blow to her cunt, but Sam’s fist still thudded 
home dangerously low, inches above and to the left of Julie’s pubes. Sam 
thrilled as her blow thudded home, she felt the give in Julie’s body as her 
fist sunk in and as it did so Julie gave out a guttural gasp that sounded 
almost sexual and her face seemed to crease into a smile, but this belied her 
true feelings. Sam’s fist had struck full onto Julie’s left ovary and Julie 
sank to her knees and pitched forwards, her small breasts hanging down as she 
bent almost double gasping for breath.

Julie’s second rushed out as the ref started a count, she eased Julie into a 
sitting position, albeit hunched over, and shoved an ice pack where Sam’s 
fist had struck. Next she tipped Julie’s head back and went to work stemming 
the flow of blood that by now was making the ring look like an abattoir, the 
whole of Julie’s front was streaked with red blood stains so it was difficult 
to tell whether Julie’s second had stopped the blood or not but as she worked 
she was talking urgently to Julie until with the count at 16 seconds she 
eased Julie up to her feet, hunched up and obviously very tender, but 
nevertheless standing.

Sam waited in the centre of the ring as the ref called the fighters together. 
Julie hobbled forwards, hunched and obviously in pain on her left side, she 
was taking very short awkward steps with her left leg and she set her guard 
with her left arm low and her right side towards Sam. ‘Box’ announced the ref 
and Sam quickly drove her right fist towards Julie’s head but Julie dropped 
and suddenly Sam’s left boob exploded in agony. ‘Noooarghhhhhhh’ cried Sam as 
Julie’s right fist skewered into her grossly swollen and bloated boob. She 
staggered back, her left glove cradling her boob and Julie awkwardly 
followed. Sam led with a right but Julie blocked it and then sent her right 
towards Sam’s head. Sam saw it coming and raised her own left to block but 
this was a feint and now Julie’s sent a left cross sweeping into the inside 
of Sam’s tortured left boob hitting with a resounding ‘smack’ as leather met 
wet flesh full on, tearing into the sensitive flesh squashing and driving 
into the breast, angling in to maximum effect. The inside half of the breast 
was squashed beneath Julie’s glove while the other half flew out to the side 
flinging beads of sweat off to the side in a violent spray. Again Sam cried 
in anguish and retreated much quicker than Julie could manage to chase.

Sam was in despair, a moment ago she thought she had been about to win and 
even though Julie was still hunched over and not fully mobile Sam was now in 
such pain she thought she would pass out with another blow to her boobs, 
especially the left. Suddenly the crowd roared and a startled Sam looked up 
at the commotion and she saw her own breasts in close up, she almost gagged 
at the sight of such a swollen mess, huge red raw nipples standing out from 
dark bloated globes; then she saw what the crowd had seen, a drop of fluid 
formed on her left nipple and dripped to the floor, then another and another 
tinged with red, each drip coming quicker than the last. Julie smirked at her 
‘I’m going to pop that for good soon’ she exclaimed. Inwardly Sam quaked with 
fear at the damage but the smirk and the goading from Julie made her channel 
her fear into wanting to inflict the same or worse onto Julie; visions of her 
boyfriend fondling Julie’s breasts swam into her head and she wanted nothing 
more than to destroy the creature in front of her that used to be her friend.

Sam was about to charge in when she heard a shout ‘clever’, it was Jane and 
that one word made her stop a headlong dash towards the waiting Julie. 
Instead she made herself look cowed, a horrified glance at the monitor, a 
hesitant touch of her breasts with her gloved fist along with a not so 
pretend grimace of agony and then she backed away from Julie with both gloves 
protecting her breasts. Ahead of her Julie forced herself upright, a thin 
superior smile playing over her blood streaked lips and she visibly swelled 
in confidence as she saw Sam back off seemingly distraught.

Sam watched Julie advance, Julie was still favouring her left side and 
walking very stiffly obviously in pain from the earlier low blow but her 
increasing confidence was allowing her to increasingly shrug of the pain from 
this blow. Thud, Sam blocked a jab aimed at her left breast, and then again 
and again as she retreated, Julie was determined to get another blow onto 
Sam’s left breast so she chased Sam around the ring firing lefts and rights 
from all angles to try and get a fist to land on Sam’s injured boob. Each 
time a blow thudded into the glove protecting her boob Sam cried out with 
exaggerated pain, it was an easy con as each jolt of her breasts actually did 
hurt, but it made Julie think she was getting through and inflicting serious 
damage so she re-doubled her efforts with almost no reply from Sam other than 
dogged defence and retreat.

Slowly Sam started to open up as well, replying with the occasional shot, not 
hard but quick stinging jabs. Taking a couple of blows to the gloves Sam 
fired a quick left into Julies face, full on the nose snapping Julie’s head 
back and re-starting the flow of blood from Julie’s nostrils. Julie snarled 
and re-doubled her efforts, a left and a right thudded hard into Sam’s guard 
each accompanied by a guttural feminine cry from Julie as she put her all 
into trying to crush her fist into Sam’s breasts. Julie then drove in another 
left right combination, a left snaked around the outside of Sam’s protective 
right glove and punched into the side of Sam’s swinging right boob and Sam’s 
scream of pain was real this time and she barely had the sense or time to 
swing her body aside as Julie’s right made the same beeline towards her left 
breast. For a moment though, with both gloves extended, Julie was wide open, 
her sweat and blood streaked chest heaving with exertion, her small breasts 
stretched flat by her out reaching fists almost reduced to the 2 erect points 
of her nipples and Sam, ignoring the sickening pain that was blossoming in 
her still swinging right boob snapped out her right fist full onto the flinty 
nipple of Julie’s left breast. A wet thud as Sam’s fist hit firmly, the 
stretched out breast meant that there was barely any flesh to sink into, but 
neither was there any flesh to protect the sensitive glands so as a small 
circle of breast flesh erupted around Sam’s glove almost the entire force of 
the blow was absorbed by milk ducts and glands being crushed against Julie’s 
ribs.

Julie gasped with the pain, but her grimace turned into a grim smile because 
she’d found a way through Sam’s protective shield.

Sam meanwhile quickly backpedalled as Julie returned instantly to the attack 
now trying to swing her fists around the outside of Sam’s defence. 
‘Iieeeeeee’, again Sam’s right breast was tagged as she accepted a blow here 
rather than take one to her left and Sam realised that she couldn’t defend 
her large pendulous breasts without taking some hits, but with Julie swinging 
in huge roundhouses around her guard she was expending even more energy and 
her breathing became ever more laboured whilst her attacks became more 
desperate for a quick success and unheeding of Sam’s potential reply; so even 
as Sam cried in agony from yet another blow to the outside of her right 
breast Sam was able to easily hit back with 2 short jabs, a left into Julie’s 
undefended right breast and a right hitting just above Julie’s left eye, 
crisp firm and sharp the impact of each blow rocked Julie back.

Julie rode these punches, gasping out a short grunt of pain with the breast 
punch she had clearly decided that she needn’t defend against Sam’s jabs she 
seemed to have taken the attitude that one good punch to Sam’s breasts, 
especially the bleeding left, would finish the fight as a contest. And Sam 
tended to agree, each movement, each jog or jolt sent sickening pain through 
both breasts, her left in particular felt like it had a red hot poker 
skewered through it and she could feel the breast swelling which, along with 
internal bleeding, was making it heavier and heavier and as blood and 
internal fluids were squeezed out in drips from her nipple it felt like a 
burning acid was flowing out of her milk ducks which had then run down her 
torso to further darken her sweat soaked red knickers. So, when the tiring 
Julie attacked again Sam decided that she could no longer play the wait and 
retreat game.

Julie strode forwards, her right fist looping around Sam’s guard angling in 
towards the side of Sam’s left breast but rather than block jab and retreat 
Sam stepped inside the punch and drove her own right fist hard into Julie’s 
abdomen; this wasn’t a jab, it was a full bloodied punch and all of Sam’s 
body weight was behind her fist as it thudded into Julie’s body punishing her 
liver. Julie shuddered under the impact and was knocked back half a step, her 
eyes wide with surprise but she still let fly with her own left which, with 
the changed angles, she could only direct into Sam’s ribs. Sam rode the pain 
and now pushed Julie back a step with a left to the face, deliberately aiming 
above Julie’s right eye, she scored and Julie’s head jolted back as Julie 
retreated. Suddenly Julie seemed to lose balance and her step back turned 
into an off balance lurch across the ring as the debilitating effects of the 
blow to her liver made themselves felt.

Sam leapt after her, but she didn’t want to down Julie. Instead she flicked 
out another jab slicing across the top of Julie head above the eyes and 
allowed Julie to clinch. Up close she could see that the skin above each of 
Julie’s eyes was swelling and abraded another few blows might well break the 
skin, but for the moment she was almost having to take all of Julie’s weight 
as Julie’s body had reacted to the liver punch by virtually shutting down. 
Sam waltzed Julie around the ring pushing Julie backwards into the corner 
post, it was so tempting to drive her knee up into Julie’s naked cunt, but 
instead she broke free of Julie clinch and whipped a right and left across 
the tops of Julie’s eyes, Julie’s head snapping from side to side as if it 
had been slapped. In slow motion Julie’s guard came up to cover her face but 
not before Sam had managed another head snapping left that ground across 
Julie’s right eye.

Julie now had both fists up guarding her face and it would have been easy for 
Sam to have dropped her with a punch to the belly or even lower, but instead 
she drove a fierce straight right into Julie’s left breast, stepping forwards 
and leaning into the punch it was a textbook power punch, striking just under 
the up tilted nipple her fist thudded home pile driving the apple sized 
breast into the hard sharp bones of Julie’s rib cage, a violent swell of 
flesh ripped up Julie’s chest above the glove and beads of liquid exploded in 
arcs away from the impact, glinting in the harsh ring lights like fireflies. 
As Julie thudded back hard into the corner post for a moment she seemed 
impaled on Sam’s glove, her head back, veins and tendons hugely outlined in 
her neck as her mouth opened to give vent to a harsh scream of anguish and 
pain.

Sam stepped back withdrawing her glove and for a brief moment she could see 
Julie’s flattened distorted breast, strangely white where the glove had 
struck before it bobbed back into shape quickly darkening to a cherry red and 
visibly swelling. At that moment pure unadulterated hatred speared at Sam 
from Julie’s narrowed eyes and Sam quickly retreated as Julie lurched out 
after her, forcing Julie to charge towards her across the ring then as Julie 
flung her right fist at Sam’s head the moment Sam had been waiting for had 
arrived. Instantly stopping her retreat she drove forwards, dropping down 
onto one knee as she did, so she drove her right fist hard, angling down into 
Julie’s groin striking just at the top of Julie’s full bush. 

‘urggghhhh’ a deep groan was forced from Julie as her womanly vitals were 
struck! Bulls eye! Sam had deliberately struck above the pubic bone were 
nothing could protect the vital area of Julie’s uterus and her glove 
penetrated deep driven hard by Sam and made worse by Julie’s own forward 
momentum. Julie’s uterus and bladder exploded with the most sickening, 
paralysing pain Julie had ever felt, she felt every centimetre of penetration 
in increasing waves of gut wrenching agony as Sam’s glove invaded her womb, 
her body folded forwards around the glove, her arms and head flopping limply 
over Sam’s head before her body collapsed in a heap at Sam’s feet 
instinctively curling into a tight unmoving ball.

Sam exultantly screamed out ‘thought you were the better women did you? Well 
you WONT EVEN BE A WOMEN when I’ve finished with you’.

Julie’s second rushed in as the ref started a count, ‘1, 2, 3, 4,’, and she 
tried to help the gently writhing Julie. Forcing Julie’s hands away from her 
lower belly just long enough to get an ice pack in place she could do 
nothing, Julie had to just ride the waves of pain that coursed through her. 
’11, 12, 13, 14’, slowly Julie started to uncurl herself as the pain slowly 
started to subside, but each movement brought the pain back so it was a slow 
process of trying to move and then groaning and grimacing as fresh waves of 
pain struck. Julie was on her haunches now, her head down almost on her knees 
as she clutched both gloves hard against her lower belly, her hair, sweaty 
and lanky, hid her face but her soft anguished cries as she moved, rocking 
gently forwards and backwards, made it easy to imagine her pain creased 
features.

Sam was herself in dreadful pain although the adrenalin that coursed through 
her body at her recent success was a help. She knew though that her breasts 
could not take much more, if any, punishment. She’d started the fight with 
glorious ‘d’ cup breasts, heavy and pendulous looking much bigger than ‘d’ 
cup on her relatively small frame. But now she had two bruised and battered 
orbs, marked all over with deep purple and black bruising overlaid with red 
abrasions where Julie’s gloves had ground across the sensitive flesh. The 
nipples on each breast were painfully erect, twin stubs of blood red tissue 
looking like corks about to explode from a bottle. But none of this was what 
first drew your eyes towards Sam’s breasts, internal swelling had made them 
grow so much that she looked like one of the worst excesses of breast 
augmentation surgery. Huge orbs that hung down her body, the left even more 
than the right, taught flesh struggling to contain their contents, glistening 
with sweat and capped by two huge blood red nipples. Then with your horrified 
attention drawn you noticed that the flesh was losing its battle to contain 
the contents. Blood tinged fluid was leaking out of Sam’s left nipple and Sam 
could feel the pressure building in sickening waves of pain inside both 
swelling breasts, she felt that she could sense her milk sacs filling with 
fluid and being forced through her milk ducts towards her nipples an ever 
increasing burning heat and fire spreading and spreading through her breasts, 
the growing weight tearing at the very ligaments that held her breasts in 
place.

Meanwhile the ref was counting as Julie rode her own waves of pain, 
“12,13,14,15”, but Julie was still hunched over and only slowly straightening 
out her body, but trying with all of her might to beat the count, but even 
with her second helping her she wasn’t going to make it; in fact her second 
was urgently whispering ‘don’t try to get up, take the 60 seconds and a 
breast punch’.

“19, 20, Julie, you will continue in 60 seconds after receiving a penalty 
breast punch. Note this, the next time a count is missed the penalty will not 
be so generous”. With that the ref gestured for the ropes to be prepared for 
Julie.

Within moments of the end of the 60 second period Julie was strung up, 
grimacing with pain as her body was forced upright straining her lower belly 
as her body was stretched out. Sam surveyed the damage on Julie’s body, some 
bruising to the face and around both eyes, left eye half closed, some 
bruising on her pale breasts the left especially, very little swelling 
although in Julie’s current pose her small pert breasts were drawn somewhat 
flat except for her 2 stiff nipples, plenty of red welts to Julie’s belly and 
some darker bruising just below the navel and lower, but nowhere was she so 
obviously damaged as Sam’s own breasts.

Sam was waved forwards and the ref signalled for her to take her punch. 
Gathering herself she drew her right fist back and waited for a moment; 
Julie’s chest was heaving as her breath quickened in anticipation of the 
coming blow and Sam wanted to strike at the most perfect time. She struck, 
driving her fist into the stiff up-tilted nipple of Julie’s left breast, 
driving into the firm but sensitive flesh, she felt her glove drive into the 
swell of Julie’s breast and hit hard against Julie’s unyielding ribs, the 
full power of her blow transferred into the sensitive gland as Julie was held 
firm against the corner post and as those womanly glands were crushed against 
sharp bones Julie threw her head back and screamed out in anguish, the 
tendons on her neck standing out in sharp relief as her pain filled yell 
escaped from her gaping mouth. 

Sam’s glove withdrew and Julie’s apple sized breast bobbed back into place, 
already showing some bruising the whole breast quickly started to redden 
further, a deepening blotch surrounding the dark bulls eye of the nipple and 
now there was a very marked difference between Julie’s breasts with Julie’s 
swollen and bruised left breasts much larger and hanging lower than the 
comparatively unmarked right breast.

Sam was hustled away by the ref even as Julie’s keening wail was still 
echoing around the ring, but in moments Julie’s bound were released and the 
ref waved box on. Julie had instinctively moved to cradle her breast and had 
no gaurd as Sam took one quick pace forwards and sunk her right fist into 
Julie’s un-tensed belly just below the navel.

‘Oompff’ Julie gagged out all of her air and folded over Sam’s glove. Bent 
forwards she staggered backwards and would have fallen had she not reversed 
into the corner. Sam’s chance for payback! Julie had dropped her guard to 
prevent any more blows to her belly, but bent forwards she presented her 
small dangling boobs to Sam who did her best to help Julie back upright. 
Thud, she powered a left uppercut into the underside of Julie’s right boob 
which hit solidly at the junction of breast and torso whipping the apple 
sized boob up into her upper chest so that wet slap followed thud as the 
flattened and stretched out boob slapped into Julie’s upper chest. Fluidly, 
Sam’s right was already on its way, this a straight power drive into the top 
flank of Julie’s left breast, another solid hit which, with the angle of 
Julie’s bent over body, made the blow worse for Julie as her boob was 
squashed and dragged down her body, straining at the ligaments that held the 
boob in place and tearing at the flesh as it was stretched out flat before 
finally allowing Sam’s glove to grind across the flattened boob leaving a 
burning red streak across the breast.

‘Arghhhhh’ cried Julie with what breath she had left and her guard rose as, 
still bent forwards, she now tried to protect her breasts and keep her belly 
as far out of reach as possible. Sam though simply aimed higher, with barely 
any pause she whipped in another one two to Julie’s face, first a left 
crashed high into Julie’s right cheek snapping her head around and then as 
Julie started to twist her head back Sam drove her right fist across Julie’s 
forehead hitting just above the left eye it jerked Julie’s violently to one 
side and she staggered a step or two along the ropes only vaguely aware of 
what was going on.

Sam didn’t want to drop Julie just yet so she waited as Julie awkwardly 
twisted to face her. Bingo! Her last right had opened a cut above Julie’s 
left eye so that the left side of her face was a mass of blood red trickles, 
but more importantly she was now blind on that side. Sam faked a left towards 
Julie’s face making Julie jerk her rudimentary guard up allowing Sam to snap 
a right into the underside of Julie’s left breast flattening it totally 
against Julie’s body. Julie rose up with the blow, standing more upright now 
she cried out with pain but instantly tried to reply in kind. Sam stepped 
back, surprised at the quickness of Julie’s blow, she had to accept a 
stinging jab to her swollen right boob, but her quick twist and movement away 
from Julie was almost as painful as her painfully swollen breasts were swung 
across her body, deep seated sickening pain tore at the heart of each breast 
so her cry of pain was truly anguished.

Sam stepped back a pace as Julie came of the ropes after her, awkwardly and 
stiff legged, but reasonably upright and snaking out a long right which 
glanced of Sam’s guard. As Sam blocked the punch she faded away to Julie’s 
left and sent a right hook low into the ribs on Julie’s left side. Julie 
never saw it and as the punch thudded home she lost balance and instinctively 
her left leg stepped back to stop her from falling. Sam instantly saw the 
wide vee of Julie large bush open up in front of her and snapped her left out 
towards Julie’s exposed sex. 

Julie desperately twisted away but Sam’s downwards blow still struck a 
glancing blow to Julie’s mound before thudding solidly into the inside of 
Julie’s upper right thigh. Julie screamed in pain and anger and Sam had to 
quickly snap her head away from a desperate left from Julie who suddenly 
found that her right leg wouldn’t support her and she stumbled away before 
sinking down to her knees propping herself up with her gloves.

Instantly, as the ref counted, Julie’s second was in the ring wiping the 
blood away from Julie’s left eye and doing her best to stop the bleeding. 
Feverishly she worked away but quickly she realised that with Julie’s eye 
swollen shut it didn’t really matter so instead she worked on her upper thigh 
and whispering short, sharp instructions until with the count at 17 she 
hauled Julie up and left the ring.

The moment the ref waved box on Sam stepped forwards and drove her right fist 
into Julie’s navel. With an oompf Julie sagged over Sam’s fist and tried to 
drive her right into Sam’s exposed ribs, but with feeble power this blow just 
slapped against Sam’s side and she tried to turn it into a clinch. Sam pushed 
her off and waded in with short sharp upward blows into Julie’s hunched over 
body driving Julie backwards across the ring, each fierce blow sent 
shockwaves through Julie’s body as left followed right followed left into her 
upper belly, crisps smacks followed by ever more anguished gasps as more and 
more breath was knocked out of Julie’s body. Then as Julie started to hunch 
over more her pert breasts, hanging like apples in front of Sam, became too 
tempting a target and shifting her aim slightly she drove a series of lefts 
and right up into Julie’s soft targets, a pair of left and a rights tore into 
the base of each breast whipping each breast in turn up Julie’s body like 
miniature speed balls to the accompaniment of girlish gasps of pain, then as 
Julie backed into the corner Sam drove full into each breast, hitting full on 
the nipple and driving the breasts flat into Julie’s body, 4 more blows each 
blow driving Julie more upright against the corner post even as her legs 
started to sag and give way.

As Julie fell Sam quickly stepped back as first Julie pitched down to her 
knees, and then fell forwards onto all fours her breasts hanging down 
swinging gently as Julie tried to heave some breath into her lungs. The ref 
started a count but as Julie’s second rushed in to help he interrupted his 
count to say, ‘if Julie fails this count she will immediately receive 3 
penalty breast blows and the fight will continue with no break’. This was 
acknowledged with a grim nod and Julie’s second went to work furiously at 
Julie’s eyes, both eyes were half closed and with the cut above the left this 
eye in particular was blind. At 15 seconds Julie slowly started to rise, 
keeping a glove on the floor she rose to her haunches until the 18 seconds 
was reached, then Julie was hauled her to her feet and her second left the 
ring.

The ref waved box on and Sam waited as Julie wearily approached with an odd 
guard, her left raised high to protect her face and her right low to protect 
her belly. This left Julie’s right boob exposed and Sam took one quick pace 
forwards and drove her left fist powerfully into the centre of the boob 
squashing it flat and knocking a cursing Julie back half a pace.
Moments Later Julie did more than curse, she yelled in pain as Sam followed 
up immediately with a right; as Sam withdrew her left fist she advanced with 
a jink to her left allowing her to hammer her right fist into Julie’s still 
bouncing right boob, harder than the preceding left it skewered into the 
breast, a devastating punch, Sam had tried a technique she’d only toyed with 
occasionally against a punch bag and that was to rotate her fist as the punch 
was delivered and she got it perfectly, she felt the impact as her glove 
struck and she could see the breast distort and bulge around her glove as it 
screwed deep into the gland, the ring of bulging flesh around the glove 
twisting and stretching as Sam’s glove tore the breast around in a quarter 
circle.

The force of the blow twisted Julie’s body around and the pain made her yell 
out in anguish and bring her right fist up to prevent another such strike. 
But in turning she now faced Sam with a very high guard so Sam dropped low 
and drove her left at Julie’s right ovary, striking just above and to the 
right of Julie’s bush a ripple of flesh burst around Sam’s glove as it sank 
into unprotected flesh and Julie immediately crashed to the canvass, falling 
backwards with her mouth agape she thudded bum first onto the canvass with a 
huge jolt that snapped her head down and made her boobs fly violently down 
her chest; boobs, both boobs, Sam was pleased to see were now bruised and 
swollen

Julie’s second was busy once more and the ref once again repeated his earlier 
warning about penalty breast blows if Julie didn’t beat the count. Earlier in 
the fight Julie would perhaps have taken the breast blows for the extra rest, 
but after that last blow that was to be avoided so at 18 seconds she was once 
again upright, albeit a little hunched over. 

Sam waited, poised, and the moment the ref waved box on she jabbed into Julie 
face re-opening the wound above Julie’s left eye. Julie backed off but Sam 
followed jabbing again and again at Julie’s face and with Julie hunched 
forwards she was leaning into each and every one of Sam’s quick crisp blows. 
Julie’s guard gradually crept up as she knew she couldn’t afford to be 
blinded but this allowed Sam to target Julie’s breasts once again and she 
powered with a right and a left, not jabs but hard driven straight drives 
into the centre of each orb, each blow making Julie cry out in pain and 
prompting her to finally attempt a fight back.

Sam blocked a left aimed at her boob and then slipped underneath a right 
aimed head high before sending her own right low into Julie’s body. Thud, 
Sam’s blow sank into Julie’s womanly vitals. Sam had aimed well but struck 
with carefully judged force just at the top of Julie’s bush aiming to punish 
her already punished uterus but without, Sam hoped, the force necessary to 
down her. ‘Urghhhhh’ cried Julie and staggered back, her left glove clutched 
to her lower belly and forced to bend forwards to relieve the sickening pain. 
Sam quickly pounced, a left at Julie’s right eye jerked her blood streaked 
head up and then a straight right tore into Julie’s dangling left boob.

Julie turned away, reeling across the ring, and Sam struck again this time 
into the outside of Julie’s right leg, aiming for a dead leg the blow 
succeeded as the leg partly gave way pitching Julie sideways into the ropes. 
With Julie partly turned away Sam struck at Julie’s kidneys, a wicked right 
handed punch into Julie’s lower back and side sending her sprawling along the 
ropes to collide heavily back first into the corner. 

Barely standing Julie now looked a sorry site, wicked bruising well below her 
navel showed how her uterus and ovaries, such tender areas, had been so 
viciously targeted, her breasts too were now bruised and swollen and as for 
her face, well this was a bloody mask with blood dripping from the cut above 
her eye and in twin streams from her nose. But Julie, far from feeling 
defeated still clung to the knowledge that one good blow to Sam’s grossly 
swollen and bleeding left boob could turn the fight back in her favour.

Sam also was aware that she was perhaps only one blow away from disaster so 
she was determined to even up the damage to her breasts as soon as she could. 
Sam feinted a left to Julie lower belly causing her to drop her guard and 
instantly Sam crushed Julie’s left boob with a powerful straight right. Julie 
cried out and brought her guard back up so Sam again sent a quick left angled 
down to Julie’s right ovary, speed and accuracy above power the blow struck 
full onto the heavy bruising that marked the target area just above and to 
the right of Julie’s bush. 

Julie groaned in anguish and bent forwards dropping her guard to protect her 
lower belly, even though the blow was barely half power it had sent waves of 
sickening pain through her but from Sam’s point of view it had cleared the 
way for her to pound Julie’s once pert breasts that now swung in front of her 
swollen and dangling as Julie leaned over due to the hurt to her ovary. Sam 
rained a succession of punches in on Julie, left followed right angled up 
into Julie’s swelling apples each blow making Julie cry out in increasing 
anguish but the fear of another low blow stopped her from raising her guard 
so she stood, barely, taking blow after blow which crushing each breast in 
turn slowly forcing Julie into a more upright pose, her body jerked more 
upright with each shuddering blow so that at first Sam’s blows were hitting 
flush on the nipple driving the breast flat into Julie’s body but as she was 
forced upright Sam angled her blows into the underside of each boob 
stretching them in turn up Julie’s body tearing at the ligaments and glands 
inside.

Sam was tiring, such was the effort she was putting into each blow, but 
whilst the speed of the blows gradually subsided the power and accuracy, if 
anything was increasing as Sam made extra effort to make her increasing 
dominance count. Another brutal left angled up into the underside of Julie’s 
tortured right boob, hitting just below the nipple the breast was squashed 
and stretched up flat and then as the breast popped back into shape Sam’s 
right slammed down into the top flank of the same breast tearing into the 
abused flesh straining and stretching the once pert boob down Julie’s sweat 
and blood stained body.

Julie wailed an anguished ‘nooooooarghhhhh’ as this blow struck and twisted 
her right side away to try and avoid more punishment, Sam though showed no 
mercy and whipped a left high into Julie’s face aiming at the cut above 
Julie’s left eye before plunging a right fist low into Julie’s side and back. 
Julie cried out and arched her back away from Sam’s blow, forced to twist 
fully away from Sam she now fell forwards into the ropes near the corner, 
instinctively flinging her arms over the top rope to prevent herself falling, 
this turned into Julie’s greatest mistake of the fight. 

Sam paused for a moment, eager to take a breather, as Julie clung weakly to 
the ropes held up as much by the coarse ring rope cutting into the undersides 
of her boobs as by her arms which she’d flung across the ropes. As the wicked 
effects of Sam’s kidney punch made themselves ever more felt Julie sagged 
lower and lower as the ring rope stretched and gave beneath her weight and as 
her legs scrabbled for purchase they splayed further and further apart 
revealing the thick tangled mass of her bush. It was too tempting! Sam had 
plenty of time to compose herself and gather all of her strength before she 
drove her right fist between Julie’s splayed out legs, angling her blow up 
slightly she struck full in the centre of Julie’s bush the punch landing with 
a hard loud thud as it crushed and ground Julie’s sex against hard pubic 
bone.

‘aieyeeeeee’ screeched Julie as her body shuddered at the impact. Those 
watching from ringside saw how devastating a blow this was, her body lifted 
towards them as Sam’s red glove appeared between her legs and a dreadful 
scream was dragged from a face that quickly crumpled then froze into a mask 
of shock and terrible pain.

Sam thrilled as she struck Julie’s sex, despite all of her own dreadful hurts 
she felt a huge surge of sexual feeling course through her as her glove 
struck and sunk into the flesh of Julie’s soft mound before thudding home 
against pubic bone, seeing Julie helplessly driven up against the ropes 
seemingly impaled on her gloved right fist, the shudder of her body and the 
scream made her own sex swell and throb with growing arousal that only 
increased as Julie’s limp body bounced back down onto the ropes, held 
helpless for a moment as the ropes dug into the undersides of her breasts 
making them bulge grotesquely before Julie’s dead weight forced the course 
ropes to drag across her bruised breasts and she dropped, ashen faced, to the 
floor.

Julie’s second rushed in as Julie writhed in agony on the ring floor, her 
glove clutched fiercely between her legs as she tried to ease the pain in her 
sex. Sam had no pity, just an overwhelming desire to make Julie suffer, to 
make Julie pay for stealing her boyfriend and to make her pay for the 
dreadful damage she’d inflicted on her now hugely bloated breasts,  which 
still had blood pulsing in burning agony through her turgid left nipple.

Meanwhile, as Julie’s second worked, the ref counted pausing only to 
announce, ‘If Julie fails to make the 20 count I will award a penalty breast 
blow’. Then the count continued from 13 with Julie lying on her side, curled 
in a foetal position her glove holding an ice pack tightly against her sex 
whilst her second talked earnestly into her ear, cajoling, encouraging, 
berating, doing anything to get her fighter back onto her feet and extend the 
fight and even possibly win it if she could land just one clean punch to 
Sam’s bleeding left breast.

But, for Julie, the 20 seconds came up far too soon and the ref announced 
‘One penalty breast blow awarded against Julie, the count will continue and I 
shall award two more penalty blow if Julie is not ready to commence in the 
next 20 seconds’. Even as this was being announced ropes had dropped into 
position over Julie’s corner and the efforts made by Julie’s second had 
reached a crescendo of frantic activity, Julie was cajoled and helped onto 
her knees, squatting back onto her haunches but almost bent double with her 
head resting on her arms on the ring floor. Slowly though her second eased 
Julie more into an all fours position and as she did so Julie’s once pert 
breasts swung free hanging down in an exaggerated pear shape, covered in red 
and purple bruising they’d swollen a lot due to Sam’s recent successes.

Desperate to avoid further penalty blows, Julie’s second gestured to the ring 
attendants to lower the ropes to the ring floor. Quickly Julie’s wrists were 
made fast to the ropes and with the count just reaching 10 the ropes, aided 
by Julie’s second, started to haul Julie to her feet. Julie was a dead 
weight. As the ropes started to tighten her arms slipped off the ring floor 
and it took all of her seconds strength to stop her from falling forwards and 
perhaps dislocating her shoulder. Even so her arms stretched out painfully 
behind her head until she was pulled up onto her haunches. Then, Julie’s face 
twisted in agony as her body was pulled upright and her tender belly muscles 
and groin were stretched as she was forced to uncurl her body. Just as it 
seemed that Julie would be forced onto her tiptoes the ref gestured for the 
ropes to be slackened off a little and for Julie’s legs to be spread and tied 
down, then the ropes were tightened and Julie was forced into a severe X and 
held firmly against the corner post.

As Julie’s legs were forced apart and she was drawn up tight Sam thrilled at 
the site of Julie’s sex. Julie’s labia had swollen up and, gaping open, it 
was sticking out through her thick dark minge, an angry red gash looking as 
if Julie was in the throes of immense sexual stimulation, made even more 
believable by her thrown back head, gaping mouth and panting breath. But it 
wasn’t waves of ecstasy, it was waves of pure agony as Sam could well imagine 
as her gaze swept up Julie’s body, the heavy bruising above her thick minge, 
the bruising to her belly and her breasts which now did not draw flat against 
her body in her stretched out pose, instead Julie now had two swollen, 
bruised and blood streaked orbs raised high waiting for Sam to strike and 
then finally Julie’s face, etched in agony, lips swollen, nose bleeding, left 
eye almost closed and bleeding from the eyebrow with the right only a little 
better off. Sam saw all this but she still wasn’t satisfied, her own breasts 
were so dreadfully damaged that she swore she would take vengeance before 
finishing Julie of.

Julie in turn was fighting waves of pain and willing her body to recover 
enough from the blow to her sex so that she could have a chance to fight back 
against Sam. Sam’s bloated dreadfully damaged breasts with blood trickling 
from the left nipple were a target that Julie knew still gave her a chance. 
But first she had to take Sam’s blow and then fight back and at the moment 
she doubted that she could stand once the ropes were released such was the 
waves of agony from her sex and lower belly. She needed Sam to take her time.

But that wasn’t about to happen! The moment the ref beckoned to Sam to take 
her punch Sam struck driving her right fist as hard as she could into the 
centre of Julie’s bruised left breast corkscrewing her fist as it struck. 
Julie was unprepared for such pain as the twisting fist struck, crushing the 
milk ducts and glands and at the same time twisting and grinding the 
sensitive tissue against Julie hard rib cage. 

Julie screamed and then, as the ropes released she crumpled into an untidy 
heap.

Julie’s second was stopped from entering the ring as the ref announced Julie 
has 5 seconds to regain her feet and continue, otherwise I will award more 
than the 2 extra breast blows that her second tried to avoid by stringing her 
up too early. 3, 4, 5’. Then as Julie had only managed to push herself onto 
her knees the ref beckoned her second in to help and then continued his 
announcement ‘the ropes will be moved into the corner opposite, Julie must 
make her own way to the new position, if she does so before the end of this 
20 second count I shall award just 3 blows against her, but I shall add a 
further penalty blow for each extra 10 second, or part delay, 9, 10, 11’ the 
count continued as Julie’s second frantically worked to get her to her feet.

At 15 seconds Julie was on her feet clinging onto the ring ropes hunched over 
her tender belly. Tentatively she started to hobble across the ring, her 
jellied legs at first seeming about to give way but with each step she seemed 
firmer, although still hunched over, and with the count at 19 she finally 
reached the corner with the waiting ropes and was quickly strung up ready for 
Sam to strike again

Usually the convention was too strike alternate breasts but as this was a 
‘new penalty award’ Sam was fully aware that she could strike the left breast 
of Julie again in the first of her three blows. And as this breast was 
slightly more swollen and bruised than the left she needed little time or 
thought before driving and twisting her fist hard into the perky flinty hard 
nipple of Julie’s left breast just had she’d done less than minute before. 
And with even more intense feeling Julie again screamed out in agony as her 
precious gland was invaded by Sam’s glove but before Julie’s scream had 
finished Sam had struck an equally hard twisting straight drive into the 
bruised flesh of Julie’s right orb. Even swollen as they now were Julie’s 
pert breasts did not have the flesh or body to protect their internal glands 
against the force of Sam’s punches so although Sam didn’t realise it, her 
punches were hurting Julie much more than she realised. Only the shear number 
of punches landed by Julie against Sam’s large breasts had made the damage 
and sick pain that Sam was feeling in them so intense but now Sam had vowed 
to repay Julie for her breasts blows so she quickly lined up her third and 
last blow to Julie’s left breast before letting fly with vicious venom. This 
time she drove up into the underside of Julie’s breast, the glove ripping 
into the flesh beneath the nipple, driving the flesh up Sam did her utmost to 
tear the breast away from Julie’s torso stretching flesh and ligaments to 
their utmost before the glove ground across the breast like an old fashioned 
mangle squeezing wet clothes dry. Somehow Sam saw the punch in slow motion, 
first a growing mound of flesh above her glove with the nipple slowly 
pointing upwards before the tip of the breast started to bulge as the glove 
drove up, the nipple bursting out in the centre of a darkening mass of 
tortured boob flesh before it pointed up vertically and Sam’s glove ground 
across leaving an impossibly stretched out and flattened boob visible beneath 
the ascending glove.

Julie screamed and shook in torment, if anything this last blow had hurt more 
than the earlier blow to her cunt, that blow had frozen her body and she’d 
had to fight tremendous pain as her sex was struck but in some ways her body 
had shut down around that pain source whereas her body was very much alive 
and ‘switched on’ to the sickening blows to her breasts, blows that felt like 
millions of tiny knifes were tearing away at the sensitive inner glands and 
that in the centre of these millions of knifes a red hot dagger was spearing 
deep inside of her. Her vision had narrowed to a red shaky band as she fought 
against this sickening assault, but what remained of her vision had narrowed 
to focus solely on Sam’s own dreadfully damaged and bloody left breast.

The ref waved Sam back as the ropes were released from Julie’s arms and legs 
and Julie stumbled and all but fell, just managing to cling onto the top rope 
while she regained some poor semblance of balance. The ref waited a moment 
until Julie stood unaided, just, and then he waved box on.

Sam strode forwards eager to finish Julie of totally as Julie remained static 
in the corner, hunched over her hurt lower belly and sex organs her breasts 
hung down, no longer firm and pert they had swollen several cup sizes and now 
presented very tempting targets to Sam who wanted to even up the damage to 
her own breasts. She drove a straight right into the top flank of Julie’s 
left breast, battering Julie’s weak guard aside Sam’s fist tore into the 
delicate flesh driving it down Julie’s body. ‘Arghhhhh’ Julie screamed and 
then again and again as Sam, unhurried drove her fists into each breast in 
turn, first a succession of straight drives into the tops of Julie’s hanging 
breasts, 1, 2, 5, 6 blows, each dragging ever more anguished cries from Julie 
who just stood there trying to defend until finally she managed to block a 
couple of Sam’s punches. 

Sam then tried to go underneath, she sent her right fist up into the centre 
of Julie’s hanging left breast, so hard that Julie’s entire torso shook with 
the impact as her breast was driven in flat to her chest. Then as Sam 
repeated the blow with her left fist driving up into Julie’s right breast 
Julie somehow managed to force herself upright and just twist enough so that 
Sam’s fist just caught the tip of her breast a stinging flick as Sam’s fist 
sailed uncontrolled up past Julie’s head. 

For Sam time now stood still. Sickened she knew what was about to happen and 
it did. Her bloodied and grossly swollen left breast was flinging itself up 
following her driving left fist and was perfectly presented for Julie to 
strike her first punch for many minutes. And, strike she did. Maybe not as 
powerfully as earlier in the fight, but perfectly timed and certainly not a 
weak punch her right fist drove into the underside of Sam’s flying breast 
with everything that Julie had left to give. Sam screamed out a most pitiful 
wail as Julie’s fist dug deep into her tortured boob, flesh ballooned up on 
top as Julie’s fist drove in from below until the momentum of the blow 
started to fling the whole squashed boob upwards with dozens of tiny jets of 
blood spraying powerfully in all directions from Sam’s huge swollen raw 
nipple and unending stream that flew in all directions, arcing high up into 
the air as Sam’s nipple was driven almost vertical.

Sam’s face blanched and her eyes rolled back as for a moment the 2 fighters 
stayed locked together by Julie’s impaling fist. But then Sam’s legs gave way 
and she dropped to her knees, forcing Julie’s fist even deeper into her 
breast and sending a yet more powerful stream of blood through her nipple 
until it flopped past Julie’s fist. For a moment Sam had fainted, she came to 
with her head buried into Julie’s midriff and her arms circled about Julie’s 
waist in an instinctive act of self preservation. Julie was trying to get an 
angle in for an effective punch and Sam, through a fog of white noise in her 
head and flashing lights in her eyes could feel Julie’s fists pounding 
against her back and neck trying to get an angle around her clenching arms to 
strike the outsides of her breasts.

Sam allowed herself to sink lower, down onto her haunches to make it harder 
for Julie to strike and then self preservation turned into desperate attack. 
With blood still streaming from her nipple in a continuous stream and on the 
verge of passing out from pain Sam knew she couldn’t afford to take a count 
and suffer a penalty breast punch she struck. Releasing her hold on Julie she 
made just enough space to drive her right fist into Julie’s thick bush, right 
into the red gash of her labia, swollen from her earlier punch. It connected 
with a solid, wet sounding thud overlaid with a shriek from Julie who was 
suddenly a dead weight on her shoulders. 

Sam, on her haunches, had Julie partly collapsed on top of her and was 
holding her up whilst Julie was desperate to get away to prevent further 
punishment. For a moment the two of them wriggled squirmed and twisted 
together. Julie had clamped her legs together to stop Sam striking her sex 
again but in trying to squirm free she’d got herself tangled up in the ropes, 
her arms and head were stuck between the middle and top ropes and as Sam, 
with immense effort managed to drive herself back onto her knees it meant 
that Julie was completely trapped and held firm against the ropes.

Sam’s head and shoulders, bowed under Julie’s weight, were lodged in Julie’s 
ribs just below her breasts. As she pushed up harder to try and free herself 
and rise up from her knees she slipped away a little from Julie. Quickly she 
dropped down enough to stop sliding as suddenly she had room to strike. From 
the odd angle her head was in she had a close up view of Julie’s navel, her 
bruised and battered lower belly and her mass of cunt hair. She struck. With 
Julie’s legs closed she aimed to strike at Julie’s uterus and she had just 
the space she needed to hit with a short powerful jab. Thud, her glove struck 
home and Sam could see the indent it made into Julie’s flesh, the ripple of 
flesh that rushed away from her glove as it sunk into Julie’s body and the 
spasm that wracked her as her body reacted to the blow along with a guttural 
gasp of forcibly expelled air. Then again and then a third time Sam drew back 
her right fist and plunged it the short distance into Julie’s uterus, 
striking just at the top of Julie’s mass of thick curls.

Weak gasps of pain accompanied by pleas to ‘stop, ohhhhhhhhh …. Please stop’ 
would normally have softened Sam’s heart, indeed normally Sam would never 
have contemplated hurting anyone, but she couldn’t get out of her head the 
sight of her lover and her best friend together, nor could she forget the 
glee with which her ex friend had been striking her during this fight so 
instead she plunged her fist again, even harder into Sam’s uterus, determined 
to destroy her sexually for a very long time whilst she still had the 
strength to hold her up. Julie grunted out an almost sexual gasp as her body 
convulsed around Sam’s glove and her legs started to part revealing her 
labia, swollen from Sam’s earlier strike.

Tempting as it was to strike Julie’s sex Sam resisted and instead she now 
beat a tattoo aimed at destroying Julie’s ovaries. Striking in turn she 
delivered a series of short arm jabs either side of and just slightly above 
Julie’s minge and after just a few of these brutal blows Julie’s cries 
degenerated into meaningless sobs and weaker and weaker gasps as each 
punishing blow sunk into her womanly vitals.

Julie was still conscious but her reactions to Sam’s blows were getting 
weaker and weaker as Sam pounded at Julie’s ovaries and her entire lower 
belly was a mass of dark angry bruising. Sam paused for a moment, she was 
nearly out of steam and she still had one more target to strike. Gazing down 
at Julie’s battered body she could clearly see Julie’s swollen labia peeking 
out of the Julie’s mass of cunt hair as Julie, now totally spent, had allowed 
her legs to slide wide apart. Sam shifted Julie’s weight above her allowing 
herself more space for her last blows and struck viciously, driving her fist 
up hard into the centre of Julie’s sex. Julie shuddered again, groaning 
piteously as Sam’s fist struck with a dull wet thud, crushing Julie’s labia 
and clit hard against pubic bone. Sam withdrew her fist and instantly Julie’s 
labia swelled out, her sex wide open as if waiting for a lover to drive deep 
inside of her. Instead Sam’s fist struck again, driving Julie’s lips wide 
apart and crushing them once again against hard pubic bone. With this blow 
Julie stiffened again but then almost immediately fell limp and Sam knew that 
she was now unconscious.

With a final effort Sam heaved Julie up once more and then slipped aside 
allowing the limp Julie to crash down onto the ropes. Briefly she teetered on 
the verge of slipping outside the ring, held up by the middle ring rope, but 
the rope sagged under her weight before bouncing back propelling Julie back 
into the ring to crash down onto her back in the ring.

Sam also was on the ring floor gasping for breath as she tried to recover 
from her exertions, the blood which still jetted from her damaged left breast 
was burning agony and the pain, loss of blood added to her exhaustion was 
threatening to make her pass out but as soon as the ref announced that the 
fight was over Sam’s second rushed into the ring and helped Sam to her feet. 
It was the last thing Sam wanted to do but as Jane was hauling her up she 
told Sam, ‘you must stand unaided for the ref to announce you the winner’ so 
Sam gritted her teeth and, leaning back against the corner post she managed 
to remain standing as Jane released her. The ref immediately raised her hand 
and announced ‘Sam has won this Justice fight, Julie and her new Boyfriend 
will be accountable for all medical expenses, furthermore they will pay Sam 
the sum of 20,000 credits’. There was a gasp at this last as that was a huge 
award, and, if it couldn’t be paid then Julie and Sam’s ex would be 
immediately indentured to work for the state in any number of demeaning jobs 
until the debt was paid. But for Sam this was all a blur, she barely 
registered anything and she certainly didn’t register the prick of a needle 
as she was injected with nanites. The nanites quickly started their work of 
repairing the damage to Sam, they would work away for weeks inside of her 
body but their first task was to relieve the pain and Sam did now suddenly 
start to feel better but immensely weary, and it would take some time before 
the blood would stop coursing from her breast


Slowly she was eased to a chair in the corner and she gazed once again at 
Julie, still unconscious as she was worked on by her second. Julie would 
regain consciousness for brief moments but the pain was so bad that each time 
she was brought around she would faint again. Eventually she too was given an 
injection of nanites but these, although designed to heal and prevent death 
from a serious injury were not too fussed about pain relief, in this case 
they gave just enough to allow Julie to come groaning back to consciousness. 
She was just aware enough though and Sam stumbled across the ring to stand 
above her, glaring down at Julie’s barely focusing right eye. She said 
nothing she just stared as blood streamed from her breast onto Julie’s torso 
and then she walked off leaving Julie’s prone body in the ring.

Constructive criticism or comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com

TJ