Justice Battle: Anita’s Justice. By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts This is a sequel to 2 of my earlier stories: Anita v Val Val's Revenge The basic synopsis is that in the first story a long running feud between Val and Anita was settled by a ‘punch in turn' contest in which Anita, fairly prevailed. During the contest Anita had been looked after by 2 seconds, Anne and Helen who were almost identical sisters. Anne and Helen knew that Anita was in the right and during her battle with Val an attraction grew up between the 3 of them. This attraction was being consummated at the start of the second story, ‘Val's revenge' when Anita, Anne and Helen were attacked with Anita and Anne being kidnapped by a band of thugs employed by Val to destroy them both. Both of them were terribly beaten, Anita in a one sided fight against ‘Nadia', a trained fighter against an absolute novice whilst Anne was strung up and punished, used as an incentive to try and keep Anita fighting. It finished with both Anne and Anita strung up on a mutual torture device which if one moved, the other was whipped to the breasts. Various nasty features made it impossible for either to stay still for long. This device would have killed them both if Helen had not found them in time. The Characters: Anita: is slim, around 5' 8'' very pale skinned and with brown straight hair cut just above the shoulder. B cup breasts sit high and proud on her chest and indentations in her expensive blouse show her nipples are firm, large and up tilted. Val: is 5' 5'' and has some latin blood running through her with a slightly dark complexion and rich black curly hair. She is more heavily built than Anita, once a club swimmer she has broad powerful looking shoulders which support large generous breasts, easily D cup, but she also seems to be carrying some excess weight. Anne and Helen: 2 sisters in their early twenties, blonde, blue eyed, extremely fit with superb figures, around 5' 7'' their hard lithe bodies have not a trace of fat except for where it matters, lovely firm c cup breasts, which on their toned bodies looked easily a cup size larger. Both trained and practising fighters Nadia: Val's hired thug, 5' 11'' of latin muscle, dark skinned, short black hair, large firm D cup breasts, very muscular with thick strong legs and arms, trained fighter not averse to dirty tactics Helen's Battle It took 6 weeks for Anne and Anita to recover from the dreadful beatings they'd received at the hands of Val's hired thugs and on this Monday Anne was able to join Helen properly for the first time in her extreme training. She'd been building up to it over the last 2 weeks as the worst of injuries healed enough for her to take some training, but this Monday was the first ‘normal' session the 2 sisters had had together with their training coach since the attack. It was a double celebration as joining them, although with a separate coach, was Anita. After what had happened to Helen and Anita, it had been agreed that Anita must have some fight training and the sisters coaching school, one of the top elite state run training establishments, had agreed as a favour to Anne and Helen to give some training to Anita. As an elite school, the selected few who attended where given one to one training which included all forms of fighting and also extreme fitness. Helen had enjoyed training on this day, not that she'd seen much of either Anne or Anita, it was just the thought the all 3 of them were now properly functioning, working together and that the days and weeks of pain whilst Anne and Anita recovered were over. At last the end of the session came and Helen waited impatiently for the absolutely shattered Anne and Anita to join her. Both arrived together, glowing with the tired adrenaline rush that follows a heavy workout and they rushed to get home so that they could enjoy some time together. On arriving home, a flashing red light on the answer phone presaged even more good news, Nadia and Val had been captured. Helen listened to the message and from her expression the giggling Anne and Anita knew instantly that something was up, in silence they waited whilst Helen played the message twice more, noting how her expression changed gradually from puzzlement into sheer joy. ‘they've got the buggers' she shouted, ‘Nadia and Val they're going before a judge tomorrow, that was Dave from the Gym, they must have heard just after we'd left, he said that they'd hear both cases tomorrow but that if Anita is to fight Val, they'd give her another couple of weeks to properly recover'. There was a short pause and then the 3 women rushed together for a tearful embrace, Helen in particular although not hurt in the attack was almost shaking with emotion until after a minute or so she got herself together. ‘I'm going to fight tomorrow, I'm going to fight tomorrow', this mantra she repeated to herself and gradually calmed herself down. She'd only defeat Nadia, a larger heavier and stronger woman if she was absolutely on top form and fully focused. Anne realised the same thing and suddenly she quailed inside, she'd seen Nadia in action, but hiding her fears she cheerfully announced to Helen, ‘right then, dinner massage and bed for you'. The next morning in the courthouse Val was brought into the dock first. The evidence was quickly delivered and the Judge delivered his verdict ‘What at first seemed like a petty grudge seems to have escalated beyond all comprehension. You have already lost a justice battle but it seems that the fear of this sort of justice does not quell your desire to inflict hurt and pain onto Anita or her close friends. Anita will have the chance once more to serve out justice to you, or perhaps you may prevail, but know this. Should you lose to Anita we will take every last credit from your account, every single possession will be sequestered and you will serve the state in any capacity we deem fit, or perhaps that Anita can suggest. You will therefore fight Anita in 2 weeks time, the delay due purely to the severe injuries Anita suffered in the hands of your hired thug'. At the end of this Val just smiled and gestured to her attorney who walked up and whispered urgently to the Judge, whose eyes almost shot out of his head ‘She's what!' He exclaimed ‘Nursing, your worship' replied Val's attorney, ‘therefore she cannot fight a justice battle as described in rule 7, paragraph 2 of the justice code'.'We'll see about that, first I'll need proof of this and second, I'm not about to let her walk free of this court on a technicality. I shall consider this further after the next case, in the meantime you, Val, will be bound in the dock for the time being until, such time as proof of your condition is, ermm, forthcoming. Val was immediately stood up and her arms tied up above her head attached to hooks in the courtroom ceiling, her large breasts filled out her cream blouse to almost bursting as it parted slightly between the buttons giving just a glimpse of a substantial white bra beneath. The judge then turned to Nadia, and drawing the proceedings out interminably the case meandered to its fairly obvious conclusion over a period of almost 4 hours until finally the judge announced. ‘Justice battle between Nadia and Helen. 1. Fighters to start wearing panties only which will be removed if a fighter fails to make a 20 second count. The fight is over an unlimited time and the Ref will decide when it is impossible for a naked fighter to continue, 2. If a fighter loses her panties the round will be other and there will be a 1 minute interval 3. Subsequent rounds will be at the discretion of the referee, if a fighter is disabled for some time the referee can allow a break however, there will certainly be a penalty for a fighter who takes, or tries, to take advantage of this. Time wasting will not be tolerated. 4. Blows can be landed anywhere except to the panties and in any fashion with the exception of biting or deliberate scratching 5. Fight will be with 6oz gloves and will commence in the main auditorium in 2 hours time. There was a buzz of excitement at this announcement, Helen thrilled at the rules, it was almost as if she'd been able to write them herself although Anne and Anita feared for her safety during the vicious fight that would follow. Nadia meanwhile smiled with pleasure and anticipation as she looked at her young opponent, much slighter than her and presumably quite inexperienced. A veritable lamb to the slaughter, and as with all slaughters this one, Nadia vowed, would be very bloody. The Judge now turned back to Val, forgotten during the last few hours whilst Nadia's fate was being decided. Val looked distinctly uncomfortable, taking the weight on her arms, her face was flushed and a thin sheen of perspiration coated her face and darkened her blouse at the armpits. ‘I see that there is no obvious sign yet of your stated condition so I think you should remain in position until after Nadia and Helen's justice battle'. Val winced at this, ‘Judge, if I may be permitted to demon....' ‘Silence' the judge snapped, ‘if you are nursing it'll show in good time, if you're not, then you're already in position for some breast blows in punishment for wasting this courts time with an excuse, which I'm tempted to meet out now due to your impertinence'. With that the court cleared except for the restrained Val and a cohort of guards. Almost 2 hours later.. Helen was being prepared for her fight with Nadia, Anne and Anita had her laid out on a massage table and were rubbing copious quantities of oil into her body, her firm skin glistened as fingers needed her muscles and hands glided across her firm breasts teasing her nipples into almost painful erection. Other hands worked on her legs easing muscles at the same time as oil was rubbed into her skin, the hands firmly yet gently working their way up Helens thighs towards the pale down of her sex which, as the massage reached, caused Helen to sigh with pleasure and raise her hips, forcing her sex firmly into the massaging hand and briefly affording a glimpse of glistening red sex as her labia was parted by the gentle caress of a finger that gently teased her clit as it worked its way up before carrying on to work on Helen's lower belly. ‘We'll do this properly later' said a voice husky with both arousal and fear for the coming battle ‘for now though, you'd better glove up and get your panties on'. Even as this was being said an announcement called ‘5 minutes' and so Anne and Anita quickly went to work wrapping Helen's hands and lacing on the small wicked gloves. Helen stepped into the ring, her white satin panties stretched over here firm buttocks and dipped seductively into her aroused sex, saturated with oil her panties were slightly see through and the crowd roared with approval as she lifted her leg over the top rope to climb into the ring. She waited, heart racing, as Nadia climbed into the opposing corner, wearing identical red panties that came to about a couple of inches below the navel thus giving the sex organs some protestation. Nadia had disdained being oiled for the fight so her panties kept her modesty but she still made a sexy sight with her dusky Latin looks and firm D cup breasts. Helen had just a few moments to appraise her foe, taller and physically much more imposing than herself or indeed many women fighters. Helen hoped that this would lead Nadia into complacency and to encourage this she gulped as Nadia flexed her muscles and did a good impression of being very scared. Nadia grinned wolfishly and the ref beckoned them into the centre of the ring. Helen walked slowly into the centre of the ring, eyes downcast she avoided eye contact with the grinning Nadia until the ref stepped back announcing simply ‘fight'. Lightning quick Helen punched Nadia full on her grinning mouth with a full bloodied straight right that snapped the unprepared Nadia's head back. A left followed, arrowing into the centre of Nadia's right breast with a solid thunk and then with perfect timing just as Nadia's was recovering her balance Helen's right leg shot out with fluid grace, her firm strong thigh muscles rippling through oiled flesh sending the heel of her foot to crash square onto Nadia's jaw. Nadia's open mouth crashed shut, the click of her teeth overlaid the thunk of Helen's foot crashing home and as Nadia's head was whipped violently back 2 dribbles of blood appeared at the sides of Nadia's suddenly slack mouth. Unconscious, or nearly so, Nadia's body followed her head, falling backwards she toppled straight down, and if not unconscious from the initial blow she was from the fall as her head hit the ring floor so hard she bounced, her entire body leaving the ring floor before settling still and silent in front of the shocked crowd. Helen didn't wait for the count, she strode quickly back to her corner to be hugged by Anne whilst Nadia's second, waved forwards by the ref, rushed into the ring with smelling salts and an ice bucket. ‘She won't fall for that again, but I'll have her entire body to aim at now. I just mustn't let her work at close quarters', ‘you'd better not' Anne replied and then silently worked on the muscles in Helen's back and upper arms, recognizing that Helen didn't need advice, just her and Anita's presence and support. Meanwhile the crowd was being treated to slo mo action replays on the huge monitors situated around the ring, less than 2 seconds of violent activity was stretched out, the below ring camera playing slowly up Helen's oiled legs towards the juncture of her thighs and the oil soaked ribbon of fabric that tightly encased her faintly visible labia, past the sensuous bulge of her sex and downy fine hairs on her flat stomach towards her firm jutting breasts that from beneath seemed to defy gravity as in slow motion Helen's right fist shot out from above slowly pulling her right breast up even higher as the muscles in her upper torso drove her fist outwards until.... contact..., the jolt of Helen's right fist hitting Nadia's face sent a shudder through Helen's arm as Helen's forward momentum that drove her fist into Nadia instantly stopped as the energy transferred painfully into Nadia. Helen's breasts however, continued forwards, elongating and drawing themselves into twin torpedoes reaching out towards Nadia. The camera angle changed, now it focused on Nadia just as her head was being snapped back. Just in time the camera panned down as Helen's next blow screwed into Nadia's large right breast. And screw it did, hitting flush on Nadia's thick black nipple Helen's 6oz glove sunk smoothly deep into the centre of Nadia's breast, flesh bulged out from around Helen's glove which was twisting as it sunk in screwing the flesh around until it's travel was stopped by the Nadia's ribs where with a final few degrees of twist it imparted maximum damage to Nadia's proud breast. There was no time to see Nadia's reaction though, her breast was still distorted, squashed flat, as Helen's fist withdrew and her heel thudded into Nadia's jaw. There was just a moment as Nadia's eyes widened, whether in shock at the breast blow, or sudden realisation that Helen was about to land and vicious kick when ‘thuuuuuuuuuud' the slow mo sound echoed eerily around the stadium and as Helen's head whipped back her eyes rolled back into her head and she crashed to the floor her breasts flattening the moment her body impacted before surging up as Nadia bounced before falling aside as her limp body lay still on the canvass. Meanwhile Nadia was still on the ring floor, barely conscious, and the clock was showing 40 seconds to go for the next round. Slowly she was eased up to a sitting position and she rolled her head around gingerly testing her neck before being eased to her feet and helped to her corner. Barely had she sat down before the ref called out '20 seconds, I should also warn you that I shall take measures against any fighter who I deem to be taking a count. You will fight until knocked down or suffer the consequences'. Apart from a thickening of the lips and a slight mark to her right breast Nadia looked undamaged, Helen knew that she would have an advantage only until, or if, Nadia gained her wind and faculties after the ko; but she also knew that to assume a weakness in such a fighter as Nadia would be dangerous, Nadia would only need one chance and Helen was determined not to give it. She'd had her chance with Nadia underestimating her and she knew it wouldn't happen again.... The fight started now! And Helen realised that she did now have an advantage, Nadia would lose her panties and with the rules allowing any type of blow Nadia had a bigger problem defending herself. The ref called the fighters into the centre of the ring. Helen strode purposefully forwards whilst Nadia, on wobbly legs still looked quite out of it as she slowly ambled towards the ref. The ref produced a pocket knife and eased the side of Nadia panties away and sliced through them, the fabric dropped down on the left side but was still held up by Nadia's right leg so the Ref quickly cut that as well allowing the twin triangles of fabric to drop to the ring floor. Nadia made no comment. Flicking the fabric out of the ring the ref dropped his arm to start the 2nd round. Helen faked an instant attack, starting forwards she quickly raised her leg, prelude to a front kick to the groin, but instead stepped back just in the nick of time as Nadia's right fist whistled by inches away from her face. Helen darted in behind the miss and crashed a one two into Nadia's right boob, first a right that thudded into the inside of the firm boob knocking it away from Nadia's body and then before it could bounce back a straight left that nailed the side of the flailing boob hard into Nadia's ribs. Nadia didn't even wince, instead her own left found the tip of Helen's pert right boob and even though Helen was darting away the blow thudded home and Helen felt sick pain flood through her glands as she blocked a 2nd reaching right that fell just short. With no let up Helen darted in again behind a left jab into Nadia's face and a right hook into the low into the ribs. Nadia used the same left she'd used moments before, targeting Helen's right boob, but Helen was wise to this now and easily slipped it weaving aside as the blow whistled past, but, Helen dodged straight into the path of Nadia's right which screamed into Helen's left breast, angling down it hit just above the up-tilted nipple with a huge thud that jolted Helen back 2 steps and despite her best efforts to remain silent she couldn't help but gasp out in pain and cradle the boob for a moment. Nadia seeing this, grinned and lunged forwards ready for the kill, but Helen was well enough trained to not let the pain distract her and as she saw Nadia start her attack she brought her right foot into play with a devastating kick just inches above the dark curls of Nadia's sex. Nadia grunted as Helens foot sunk home and staggered back gasping for breath and hunching over. Helen was astounded that Nadia was still on her feet! But she followed up with a left kick to the ribs which Nadia half parried but leaving her right boob exposed in the process Helen took the opportunity to smash her right fist into the dangling orb and then as Nadia forced herself upright into a more defensive position Helen whipped a left in low to the belly. Thud! It struck home but barely penetrated at all and Helen had to quickly dart back as Nadia's right fist whistled in towards her. Somehow Nadia had absorbed a blow to her uterus and was still fighting! But Nadia was off balance with the miss and from the effects of Helen's kick so as she lurched forwards Helen returned to attacking Nadia's right boob with another quick one two, blindingly quick, the right fist pancaked the boob, arrowing deep into the heart of the breast and the moment the glove retracted it was replaced by the left thudding hard into the flattened breast. Helen's aim, as with most female fighters, was to destroy at least one breast of her opposition, to make her opponent want to defend her breast or breasts at the expense of the rest of her body. When the whole body is open to attack (even with the restriction of blows to the panty) there is just too much body to defend, so many places that an incapacitating blow could hit, thus so many places to defend. A blow to the breasts will not generally knock a fighter out or even, in theory, affect a fighters ability to fight no matter how damaged however, as the pain builds up the instinct to stop further pain in such a sensitive area makes a fighter forget to defend the really vulnerable places and makes her do what you want her to do which is to defend her own breasts rather than take the fight to you. So this was why as she stepped back from her quick one two to Nadia's breast and led with her right foot trying to strike Nadia low in the belly she wasn't too upset when she saw Nadia quickly cross her hands low down to block the kick; a quick adjustment and flex of her knee saw the heel of her extended right foot impact the underneath of Nadia's right breast. It was a hard hit, and a perfect hit in terms of damage, her battle hardened foot crushed Nadia's breast, massively harder than any punch with 6oz gloves Helen's heel crushed the breast hard into the Nadia's ribs. Nadia was bent over as the blow struck up into the underside of her boob, it tore up through the flesh crushing the internal glands into the ribs and tearing and straining at the ligaments at the base of the breast as the force of the blow lifted Nadia up onto her toes and even for a moment completely off her feet, her entire body weight stretching and tearing at the impaled breast as Helen's powerful leg forced it harder and deeper into Nadia's body. This time Nadia did cry out as she flew backwards across the ring, somehow managing to keep her balance. Nadia's right boob instantly began to swell but Helen couldn't afford to watch and gloat, cautiously she took the fight to Nadia. Leading with a quick left she jerked Nadia's head back, a stinging blow but of little effect other than to try and force Nadia's guard up, Nadia ignored it and then blocked a body punch and another punch to the face before striking out herself with a left to Helen's face which Helen blocked but Nadia was so quick behind this with a right low to Helen's belly that Helen just had time to tighten her muscles and take the blow while in turn striking at Nadia's so far untouched left breast with a fierce right of her own. The last 2 blows struck almost simultaneously, Nadia's just first and Helen needed all of her strength to stop Nadia's hard punch from penetrating her muscle shield but despite this she maintained her own strike into Nadia's large breast before stepping back just barely in time to avoid a whipped left. But Nadia wasn't content with missing, having taken most of the punishment she seemed intent of dishing some back and as Helen swayed back away from Nadia's left she was open for a split second and she gasped in pain as Nadia's heavy right fist crushed her left breast, a left knocked her head sideways as it crashed into her right cheek and then another right whipped hard across her breasts angled so that the laces burnt across the nipple of her left breast before the fist sunk deep into the inside flank of the right whipping both breasts across Helen's body. Helen had to retreat as Nadia carried on the attack, she parried another left and then, expecting a follow up she drove a straight left into Nadia's abused right boob but in turn took a right from Nadia to her left breast. Both fighters gasped in pain. Nadia's punches were harder but Helen had done much damage to Nadia's right breast. It seemed that Nadia's gasp was much more pronounced but she was evening up the score. Helen couldn't afford for Nadia to dictate the fight yet she was now been forced across the ring. Helen was savvy enough to know that the corner was coming dangerously close. Helen deliberately allowed her guard to drop just a fraction, and hoping for a response from Nadia, Helen wasn't disappointed, already dropping in anticipation of a head punch Helen snapped a right into Nadia's lower belly just below the navel but then with Nadia's missed punch driving her forwards Helen adroitly slipped aside and flicked a quick kick to the side of Nadia's left knee as she went past forcing the knee to give way when Nadia put weight on it so that Nadia fall forwards and sideways into the ropes just to the right of the corner post. Before Nadia could turn Helen quickly rabbit punched her in the kidneys, a right and a left shook Nadia as she arched her back away from the blows trying to turn and face Helen who gave herself a little room just an instant before an elbow slashed back at her. ‘urghh' Gasped Helen as Nadia's elbow hit her in the Solar Plexus. The blow raised her onto her toes as the elbow scythed up, hitting her in the centre of her chest just below her breasts. Helen couldn't breathe, her lungs were paralyzed and her legs had turned to jelly. She back pedalled, almost falling, her face a mask of effort as she fought to get some air into her lungs and distance between herself and Nadia. Nadia herself though was hurt, the blows to her kidneys had hurt and drained her of energy and though she pushed herself off from the ropes she was content to take a moment to recover her own breath, flexing her knee and trying to undo the damage from Helen's kick to the joint. Both fighters were dripping with sweat and showing the marks of battle. Helen oiled body glistened, covered in droplets of sweat that pooled and trickled down her body. Her chest heaving with effort as she drew in much needed oxygen she didn't look too damaged, both boobs were slightly swollen and had some bruising, the left especially showed the signs of Nadia's laces as a welt running across the nipple which was especially red and swollen, a mark on her right cheek and a welt on her lower belly and a growing bruise on her solar plexus showed that she'd been in a fight, but that she was still in it! Nadia was similarly soaked with sweat, dripping down her body and gathered in glistening pools in the dark tangle of her unshaved sex, her mouth was swollen and her right boob was very much swollen, so much so that it now hung lower than her still proud and mostly unmarked left and was covered in darkening bruises. A bruise inches above her sex showed how low and hard Helen's earlier kick had been and other bruises were showing on her belly, ribs and lower back. Perhaps more promising for Helen was a swollen right knee which as Nadia now used to re-open the fight with Helen was obviously causing her some problems After a few moments Helen gathered herself and started to approach Nadia just as Nadia also decided that the short break was enough. Helen was wary as Nadia appeared to limp as she put weight on her right leg, if true great! But wary of a ruse Helen kept her eyes on Nadia's fists. And nearly missed a left leg which shot out! But in time Helen got her crossed arms in the way of the blow aimed at her belly and blocked the blow, instantly sweeping out her right leg into Nadia's standing leg, the edge of her hardened foot striking the side of Nadia's knee with a hard crack. Nadia's standing leg was taken away and she crashed to the floor. Instantly the ref was between them, counting, in between calling the numbers he announced ‘be aware that any fighter who does not re-start after a knockdown inside 20 seconds will face a penalty..... 6, 7, 8'. Nadia had by now sat herself down and was gingerly flexing her knee and rueing her attempted kick; done more to make Helen think her knee was fine rather than for any other reason. Helen meanwhile was thrilled, the first significant damage and she immediately felt a buzz of energy course through her at this success. Nadia was up and the ref waved box on. Helen quickly darted in angling in from Nadia's right to make her twist on her bad leg and snapped out a right into the side of Nadia's right boob. Nadia grunted as Helen's fist sunk deep but turning awkwardly she was still able to smoothly drive her left fist into Helen's pert right boob and then a bomb of a right uppercut into Helen's upper belly. Helen staggered back, gasping, hit again almost in the same place on the solar plexus, but fortunately Nadia was unbalanced and as she stumbled forwards Helen regained her own balance and drove a fierce right hook low into Nadia's left side and then a left angled down into the top of Nadia's swelling right boob. Nadia grunted with pain as Helen's left twisted in to her left boob dragging it painfully down her body and un-heedful of defence she opened up on Helen's breasts, a left and right in quick succession found Helen's respective breasts, first the left, a straight blow that totally pancaked Helen's right boob and then a much harder right that was applied with a twist to Helen's left boob, striking slightly down it hit just above the nipple and was applied with all of Nadia's considerable muscle and weight behind it grinding the fist in hard and an evil twist of the wrist magnified the crushing, sick pain that Helen felt and then the Nadia special, another left and right hitting across Helen's breasts timed perfectly so that each nipple was grazed by a glove before it crashed into the inside flank of Helen's breasts. Helen couldn't avoid crying out as her already sore left nipple was again abraded by Nadia's laces but she retaliated with a quick one two into Nadia's reasonably untouched left breast, the first a fierce straight right and the second a straight left that was aimed for Nadia's right breast but a quick swivel from Nadia meant that it caught the inside of her left instead. Helen then groaned with pain as Nadia again caught her left nipple, first with another glancing swipe from Nadia's left glove that sent the boob across Helen's body and then the tip of Helen's boob was nailed into her ribs by a huge right that trapped the nipple between it and Heln's ribs. Helen retreated and snapped out another punch into Nadia's right boob and drew an angry shriek from Nadia who tried to instantly reply with another flurry at Helen's left boob but Helen had had enough of these huge hits to her breasts, Nadia's stronger punches were quickly overcoming the advantage that Helen had established and Helen knew she had to change tactics or be in serious trouble. Expecting Nadia's response, another attack to her left boob and hoping she'd be right, Helen dropped underneath Nadia's reply which missed, just grazing the top of Helen's shoulder. Nadia, now leaning forwards and off balance had her entire lower torso open to Helen who smashed her right fist low, very low, into Nadia's belly, right at the top of her minge. Helen's fist sunk deep, ripples of flesh spreading away from Helen's glove as it sunk into the unprotected flesh beneath punishing that most sensitive of organs, the uterus. Nadia gave out a guttural wail and started to sink to her knees but Helen still had time for one more shot. As Nadia dropped down, prelude to pitching face forwards, Helen rose from her crouched position and in an instant she struck driving her knee hard into Nadia's swollen right breast, her knee striking just above the base as Nadia was pitching forwards it drove straight into the heart of the sensitive globe with a sickening thud pinning the bottom half of the breast hard against Nadia's ribs whilst the top half ballooned up above crushing the gland with devastating effect . Helen, driving upwards with all foe force her strong thighs could generate drove Nadia back up of her knees, halfway back to fully standing before she fell again with a anguished scream onto her back writhing in agony on the ring floor, her fists not knowing whether to hold her sex or her battered breast. ‘You've got 30 seconds' announced the ref, after that it's punishment time if you don't resume. With that a count started. It didn't look promising for Nadia, the repeated blows to her right breast, not least the earlier kick and now a vicious knee had done untold internal damage. The ligaments at the base of the breast were severely strained, countless blood vessels had burst internally and the milk sacs were filling with blood which made repeat blows much more devastating not to mention the damage to the glands themselves. As Nadia writhed on the ground the damage could be seen, the already swollen boob swelling further, the skin at the base of the breast was dark purple where first a foot and then a knee had impacted, and as the breast swelled so too did Nadia's angry red nipple, it was difficult to see how Nadia could take another heavy blow here. And then there was the story downstairs, an earlier kick which somehow Nadia had ridden but then the cruel low blow hitting just an inch above the top of her mound where no real muscle shield was present, all the force of the blow transferred to that most sensitive of a womans organs, the uterus, the womb. Nadia was in torment, willing herself not to scream and/or throw up.. assailed by sickening waves of pain in her breast and gut wrenching pain from downstairs it was all she could do to control herself as her body forced itself into a tight curl around the twin sources of pain. Somehow though by 20 seconds she had managed to gather herself onto her front and ease herself onto knees and arms. She crawled to the ring side and gripping the ropes for support she somehow eased herself onto her feet, but being a pro, took until the ref had called 29 seconds before she took her hand of the ring floor. ‘Box on' Helen, poised, waiting, pounced. Nadia had her right breast as hidden as such a huge orb could be by her right glove, her left hovered lower down her torso.. What Helen had been waiting for had happened, Nadia was too scared to take another blow to her right boob, yet still needed to protect her sensitive organs down below which left her face and left boob available to hit, which Helen did. A left crashed into the side of Nadia's face whipping it around and then a right cruelly crushed Nadia's left breast, hitting just above the nipple and then as the breast was surging back a left uppercut ripped into the underside with a double thwack, first the glove tearing into the underside of the breast and then the slap as it flung hard up against Nadia's upper chest. Damaging, unanswered shots that made Nadia sag further and further into the ropes, afraid to go down and risk a free shot, but too weak for the moment to respond. Nadia hung on as Helen treated her left boob as a speed bag, shot after damaging shot screwed into Nadia's left boob, the first salvo where straight drives hitting just above the nipple,1, 2, 3 ,4 punches arrowing deep into the Nadia's boob crushing the gland hard into Nadia's ribs and as she did so rotating her wrist so that the flesh was crushed and twisted. Nadia's large breast meant that there was plenty of flesh protecting her sensitive milk glands, but flesh bruises, tiny blood vessels burst and despite the protection Nadia's large boobs gave to the internal glands Helen's punches were penetrating hard and deep so that Nadia's glands were being crunched and twisted against her ribs causing nauseous waves of pain to assail Nadia.. and that from her until now relatively untouched left boob.. the right boob was heavy and swollen, blood vessels in this boob hadn't just been broken, they'd been ripped asunder by brutal kick and knee that Helen had inflicted, Nadia could feel the breast swelling, could feel it getting heavier and heavier as her milk sacs filled with blood pulling harder and harder on the ligaments and pectoral muscles that once held it high and proud. Helen now turned her attention to damaging those pectoral muscles, doing so would restrict Nadia's punching and Helen knew that Nadia wasn't completely finished yet. With 4 blows to Nadia's left breast Nadia sort of forgot about her right and her protective right fist dropped just a fraction. Instantly Helen changed her line and she angled a right fist in high to the top of Nadia's right boob, angling down towards Nadia's semi slumped body the punch hit hard and Nadia groaned in agony as Helen's glove drove into the tenderised flesh, digging in and bulging the boob out beneath her glove as it drove down knocking Nadia's right glove further away in the process allowing Helen to strike with a straight powerful left in the exact same spot, the blows having a duel function of further damaging Nadia's glands and making succeeding blows ever more painful but also, by hitting the top of the breast, damaging the pectoral muscle. Nadia quickly got her guard in place of her right boob so Helen now switched back to the left, two straight drives mid way between the start of the breast and the nipple, each blow squashing the breast flat and pulling the lower half up as the glove smashed into the flesh, and then from the side, a sequence of hooks sent the breast swinging left and right. Nadia grim faced suddenly lurched forwards off the ropes throwing a huge left into Helen's right boob. Caught cold Helen absorbed the blow, the initial shocking pain as the fist penetrated, building and building as her the punch sunk deeper and deeper until, her face screwed up with agony and she shrieked as white hot knifes seemed to impale her stricken orb as Nadia's glove struck bottom, grinding hard against her ribs so hard that Helen was knocked back two paces. As Helen was knocked back, Nadia strode forwards, her right already angling in for a repeat shot, but, relying on her right knee to support her was a mistake as halfway through her stride it gave way and Nadia stumbled forwards, almost falling to the right her fist scything past Helen and adding to her balance problems she ended up taking two steps past Helen almost into the centre of the ring before she stopped her momentum. As Nadia stumbled past Helen swivelled and unleashed a right low into Nadia's kidney's, ‘urghhh' grunted Nadia and she tried to turn to face her aggressor, but before she could do so a right foot kicked out into the back of Nadia's right knee and she pitched heavily to the floor, just barely stopping herself with her gloves as she pitched heavily forwards. '20 seconds for that' said the ref as Nadia pushed herself onto all fours, her face white with the pain from Helen's kidney blow and her breasts heaving and swaying beneath her. It was very apparent how heavy and swollen the right breast was, hanging inches lower than the right, the nipples distended and the lower half almost totally covered in deep bruises. Nadia slowly pulled herself onto her feet, swaying slightly as the ref reached 18 and Helen vowed not to let her catch her cold again. Keeping her distance she now played a game with Nadia, circling her in the centre of the ring, making her work her knee, she darted in and peppered her upper chest with fast accurate blows to the tops of both breasts. First circling one way and then the other she kept a rat a tat of blows of fast accurate blows sweeping in, all aimed at weakening Nadia's punching power, weakening her ability to defend herself, and further damaging her breasts as shot after shot angled in, punching straight, angling down and switching from side to side when hooking seemed appropriate, each blow bruising flesh, damaging breast ligaments and driving the breasts to swell further with internal damage. The variation came with every attempted repost from Nadia, a rare attempted right caused the most brutal reply, slipping the blow easily Helen darted in with searing uppercut to the underside of Nadia's right boob, normally a tender spot in any event, after a kick and a knee to the same spot Helen's punch drove the loudest cry of the fight so far, a full bloodied yell screeched from Nadia's lips as the battered orb was crushed, the glove sinking wrist deep into the bruised flesh crushing the bottom half of the breast flat into Nadia's chest wall, the top half bulged out, the slick skin taught above a nipple that seemed ready to burst. That was Nadia only attempt at a right, but a few blows from Helen later Nadia tried a left, this was met with a quick step back and then a sweeping right kick which thudded low into Nadia's ribs. With this blow, Nadia staggered back, hunching over the painful blow and gasping for breath, breath that Helen was determined to deny her, another salvo of blows to Nadia's upper chest impeded her breathing and further weakened her arms, so that whether from fading strength from her lack of breath, or damage to her upper chest muscles, Nadia's occasional punches were becoming weaker and weaker, her guard lower and lower so that now Helen was more and more able to strike full bloodied blows full into Nadia's breasts.. ‘Pay back time' screamed Helen as a series of blows struck Nadia, who slowly retreated across the ring, her arms struggling to cover her midriff, let alone her bulging, swollen breasts. Steering Nadia with her fists Helen drove Nadia towards the corner post, a fierce volley into Nadia's left breast, the first a straight left that skewered into the reddening nipple, then turning to face Nadia full on she drove an uppercut into the tender base of the left boob, it hit with a wet thud and Nadia groaned, then, taking her time now, she lined up another uppercut as Nadia wobbled in front of her arms drooping and with a perfect stance she hit up at the boob with all the power her fist could muster... thud...'arghhhhhhhhhh' shouted Nadia as this blow seemed to strike drive Nadia to a higher level of pain; the fist arcing up struck just a little higher up Nadia's boob than the earlier blow which meant that it travelled further into the sensitive flesh before scrunching against Nadia's ribs.. Helen felt her fist as it drove into Nadia's boob, she almost felt as if she could feel the milk glands being collected up and driven in, the flesh surrounding them no match for the invading fist as it drove deeper and deeper forcing the flesh above to bulge out until impact, Helen's glove met a rib and pinned half of Nadia's breast against it before cruelly slipping over the first rib and straining and stretching the flesh to breaking point and beyond Helen's glove slipped to the next rib which is when Nadia's scream suddenly upped in volume and then again as Helen's glove slipped up to a third rib before finally retreating. Nadia somehow got her guard up to her left boob, but was a little off course so Helen needed a right boob shot in any event, which came as a pounding shot down onto the top of the boob, aimed to hit just above the nipple Helen's fist screamed down into the boob and impaled it, this time she made sure her fist struck fully home before leaning in to the stretched out boob she ground and twisted her fist and was rewarded with another agonized squeal from Nadia before she collapsed into the corner. Helen stepped back for a moment, as Nadia sagged in the corner both boobs grossly swollen and sagging down her body, the right still a little more than the left, but nowhere near the level of destruction that Helen felt they deserved. Nadia wavered in front of her, still grimly determined to stay on her feet, hoping for a clear knock out that the ref would deem was enough, she knew that she couldn't afford to go down too easily or it would be worse for her; she had to somehow take it. Helen decided that it was time for Nadia's boobs to receive the coup de grace, first she popped a couple of quick jabs to Nadia's face, first the left and then the right whipping Nadia's face first one way and then the other so that a semis stunned Nadia slumped fully back into the corner and then, with a fluid motion she brutally drove the side of her right foot up into Nadia's left breast. The blow, onto an already brutalised breast, did untold internal damage, the breast was driven so high the nipple seemed to end up level with Nadia's forehead, it whipped up as if it was a half empty balloon, not a piece of human flesh and blood. Nadia's scream was like nothing on earth, it eerily echoed around the arena and the crowd was silenced at seeing such a brutal blow. Helen re- gathered herself as Nadia was bouncing back of the ropes, the truth about a fighter not being able to be knocked out by a breast blow was seemingly about to be disproved as Nadia's eyes were fluttering backwards in her head, but as Nadia started to fall towards her Helen struck out again at the still flailing left breast, a right fist impaled it hitting top centre with all the force Helen could muster added to the weight of Nadia's toppling body. This time there was something different about the blow, a wetter thud than normal, and it woke Nadia up as yet another scream rang out across the arena as Nadia slumped back into the corner, mouth agape and her face pale amongst the bruises. Nadia lay slumped as her breast bounced back into some semblance of shape, for a moment a fist shaped impression marked the point of impact, but, as it bounced back, it continued swelling as blood from the desperately damaged internal organ escaped and started to fill the milk sacs. Nadia's breathing quickened as the pain of what was happening made itself felt, the pressure and weight of her bloated boob tore at her damaged ligaments and as her milk sacs filled the pressure built up and she could feel the blood force its way through never before opened milk ducts, the pressure was building and it was only a matter of moments before a red drop of blood formed at the end of her still swelling nipple, and then as more ducts gave way under the immense pressure the drop of blood became drips and then suddenly a fine spray of red erupted as Nadia once again screamed out as what felt like hundreds of hot needles skewered her breasts. Helen then repeated the blow to Nadia's right breast, this time with an almost kung fu like leap, her leg snapping straight just at the right moment to crush Nadia's right breast. This burst instantly, the milk sacs had already been filled, more slowly and other a longer period of time, but this meant that the resulting fountain of blood was incredibly more painful to Nadia, as the crowd in the front rows could attest too!, as the breast was forced up Nadia's body, the nipple instantly engorged, for a moment it seemed longer than an inch before it erupted in a huge fountain of blood and then Nadia was falling, face down she fell with a thud onto the ring floor, a final blow to her breasts as they took the full force of her body, they ended up spilling out either side of her prone body, the nipples gushing blood as Nadia's body weight squeezed blood out of them. The ref stepped in for the formality of a count before announcing ‘2nd round to Helen, 3rd round to commence in 2 minutes'. Only the regular attendees were not shocked at this, the regulars knew that Nadia's crime, if found guilty would mean punishment to the brink of death – they weren't surprised when the ref unlaced Helen's gloves, and Nadia's as she was being attended to in her corner; just barely conscious, Nadia now realised that it didn't matter what she did, stay up, fall, take a count or not, she was going to be destroyed. Somehow, when the ref called time, Nadia was on her feet, barely, but somehow she was standing. Her turgid breasts hung hugely swollen low down her body, the large thick nipples still dripping blood yet despite this she somehow managed to stumble painfully slowly into the centre of the ring where Helen waited. ‘Box' said the ref and Helen let fly with a right, low to Nadia's belly targeting Nadia's uterus. ‘oompfff' Nadia instantly collapsed to the ring floor, her strength evaporated by the blow she weakly writhed on the ring floor whilst the ref counted, but clearly Nadia was not going to even try and regain her feet. The ref gestured for some help and Nadia was dragged to the corner where she was dragged back to her feet and a contraption that looked oddly like a cupless bra was strapped onto her, except for the absent cups it was like a sports bra, thick strong straps looped around Nadia and over her shoulders but instead of cups thin cord encircled each breast adjusted so that it was a snug but not tight fit. The cord looped through the bra straps and out of the back where it came out in a loop which, whilst Nadia was been held upright was looped and fastened over the corner post. The ref announced, ‘due to Nadia taking a needless count after just one blow of the third round she will now be held upright in the corner, the fight will now continue until a finish'. ‘After what you did to Anita and Anne you know what's coming now don't you, your breasts are finished and you, as a women, will be finished in a short while, now let's see, where shall I start, your womb, or your ovaries..... Ovaries I think'. And so saying Helen unleashed two quick, short but very hard jabs inches above Nadia's minge either side of the centre of her body. Each blow sunk inches into Nadia's flesh and Nadia spasmed in shock at the sickening impact and her legs gave way at which point Nadia's agony was increased a 100 fold as all of her weight now tore at her breasts, ‘urghh, oompff.... Arghhhhhhhhhhhh' was all Nadia could manage as she slipped down the corner post, but as she did so the cord looped around her breasts tightened and her breasts ballooned out blood once again jetting from her nipples. In vain, her feet scrabbled trying to support her weight but she had no strength and just before she was about to pass out the ref signalled to two helpers to come and support her. With an arm under each shoulder she was lifted back up and the jetting blood eased back to steady drips. Helen again sent in two quick jabs to Nadia's ovaries and this time, her fists sunk in even deeper. Nadia's scream this time was week, and as Helen withdrew her fists Nadia's head lolled forward, she'd passed out. I quick dose of smelling salts and Nadia was back awake, just. Helen stepped forwards and gripped each of Nadia's boobs by the nipple and hefted them both up towards Nadia's face, stepping in close she forced her body onto Nadia's leaning in close Nadia's breasts were now trapped held up by Helen's body and the strong grip she had on each nipple. ‘Can you guess what I'm going to do to you' Helen asked ‘Noooooo, please don't' ‘Oh, you have guessed' and with that HGeln drove her knee directly into the top of Nadia's bushy minge destroying her womb. Nadia convulsed and instantly passed out and with that destruction the fight was over. Helen just turned and walked away, the crowd were cheering, few had given her any chance of succeeding and knowing what Nadia had done the cheers were as much of relief that Helen hadn't made a mistake in taking on the challenge as in admiration of a job well done, or nearly so. As Helen was stepping out of the ring into the joyous arms of Anita and Anne Nadia was being injected with the nanobots that whilst they would save her life her recovery would be very slow and very painful. Helen, Anne and Anita just fell, relieved that the fight was over, for the moment forgetting about Val, still restrained in the courtroom. An hour later, and almost 5 hours now since the original court hearing that was to have paired Anita and Val against each other the rather flushed 3 some were called back into court to hear the courts judgment on Val. The 3 entered the court and stared in amazement at Val who was still strung up with her arms tied up above her head and was squirming in sever discomfort, the reasons very apparent. Her cream blouse was stretched almost to bursting, in fact 1 button had come away exposing a large expanse of white bra and overflowing boob flesh, but even more startling was the fact that her blouse was soaked with milk, there was even a small but growing puddle on the floor near Val's feet. The judge then spent an hour on procedural issues for which no one really cared a jot, the entire court was fixated on Val and the drip, drip, drip of white fluid that leaked through her blouse. Eventually the judge announced. ‘Procedurally I have found a precedent for this situation, it should be possible for Anita to have her chance at justice and I have found an example where the rule quoted by Val's attorney can be set aside. That rule only pertains when one of the participants is lactating. If both fighters are lactating then there is no reason why they can't fight. Therefore my decision is this. Anita should be induced to lactate, Val is clearly lactating heavily so both Anita and Val should be induced to lactate to the maximum, so that neither fighter should gain an undue advantage. I am advised that this procedure, making use of the latest drugs and regimen of exercise should take a minimum of 3 to 4 months. Therefore I will set the fight for a period after this when medical opinion is such that both fighters are lactating to their absolute maximum. Anita, Val, your treatment starts now. The end Tj Comments, suggestions, constructive criticism welcome at lesnig@yahoo.come I'm just guessing, but I think you can tell where this story is going! The next in this sequence will be Anita v Val