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

Anita's Justice

After Helen had reasonably easily defeated Nadia the three women, Anita, 
and the sisters, Anne and Helen were ecstatic. Anita was, in particular, 
eager to resume training for her fight with Val and also undergo the 
unusual step of being induced to lactate so that her fight with the 
lactating Val would be fair. This, a condition set by the Judge to allow 
the fight to go ahead..

2 Months later and the treatment, a mixture of drugs and milk pumps that 
were attached to the breasts every two hours was producing results. At 
first Anita's breasts became tender and swollen, the nipples especially did 
not enjoy the constant sucking of the powerful machine but eventually they 
toughened up and then it was just the constant interruptions to daily life 
as every 2 hours, day and night for 15 minutes the powerful suction machine 
was attached to Anita's breasts. And then after a very difficult night when 
Anita's breasts had once more become particularly sensitive Anita suddenly 
felt a change in her breasts 5 minutes into the suction routine, an erotic 
buzz (not for the first time) grew in her breasts, but this time it 
increased in intensity far beyond any previous session, her sex quickly 
grew wet, her hand couldn't resist dipping down and teasing between the 
swelling lips and she groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the 
rhythmic pumping continued, her nipples grew so hard they hurt, throbbing with 
sexual heat. And then, as Anita's hand thrummed more and more insistently 
at her stiff erect clit her nipples seemed to harden yet another notch and 
she felt a growing heat in her breasts when suddenly milk erupted from her 
right breast, first an oh so thin jet powered into the machine and for the 
first time a few drops of white fluid gathered in the collecting jar, and 
then with each succeeding stroke of the machine the flow increased, joined 
within a few pumps by her left breast. The pump now gurgled as each breast 
disgorged a thin stream of milk with each alternating stroke, driving Anita 
in a frenzy of orgasmic delight, her cunt dripping almost as much sex fluid 
as that which flowed from her breasts she came with a full body orgasm, the 
rush simultaneously from her breasts and her sex, flowing through her body 
and leaving her sweating, glowing red on the bed.

Over the coming weeks the regime continued unchanged, every two hours her 
breasts would be drained dry by the pumps, but each time the flow was 
growing so that soon the thin streams of milk were replaced by powerful 
jets, and the collecting jar filled higher and higher with each session. 
Then, finally the regime changed, at least once a day, at varying times, 
Anita was to miss a session with the pump; this was to allow her breasts to 
swell even larger, the milk sacs inside to fill so full that they had to expand to cope 
with the milk that Anita was producing. These sessions were uncomfortable but the 
discomfort was more than made up for the erotic feel of her milk heavy breasts been 
drained at the end of the 4 hour shift and even the very occasional 6 hour shift. 

The milk flow increased faster and faster with each coming day and with 
Anita continuing to train and prepare for the fight her body was changing 
in many ways. Her once pert breasts were filling out, hard and firm they 
had grown from barely a ‘B' cup to a full bodied ‘C', or even larger after 
one of the long sessions without being drained, tipped by constantly erect 
nipples sprouting from a much more pronounced areola, her physic too had
changed, muscles had grown in her legs thighs and arms, a new tightness about 
her body showed that what excess fat Anita had was burnt away, muscles rippled 
when she exercised and her increasingly lithe body glowed new strength and suppleness.

Then came the day when Anita got the call to turn up for the fight at 
9.00am the next day.

The next day Anita, Anne and Helen arrived early at the court, slipping 
into an unused changing room in one of the many gyms and training areas 
that surrounded the court Anne and Helen made sure that Anita's breasts 
were as drained of milk as they could possibly be, sucking away themselves 
rather than use the pump it took great strength of character for the three 
of them not to turn the session into a ranging sex orgy. With just 5 
minutes to go before the 9.00am deadline they quickly straightened 
themselves up and entered the court, bang on time and within moments of 
finding their appointed places, Val, too, arrived and the Judge banged his 
gavel to start the proceedings.

"The fight will be over an unlimited time, 

1.	8oz gloves will be worn for the first 30 minutes, after which if the 
fight is still continuing the gloves will be removed.
2.	A round will be lost, and 2 penalty blows awarded against the loser, 
if a fighter wearing knickers fails to make a 20 second count, or a 
fighter who has lost knickers fails to make a 30 second count. 
3.	There will be a 3 minute break between rounds, penalty blows to be 
taken 1 minute before the next round for the winner of the round and at the end of the 
round for the loser of the round
4.	Any count of 10 or more, whilst a fighter is wearing knickers, will 
result in a penalty blow to the torso. 
5.	Any count of 20 seconds or more for a fighter who has lost her 
knickers will result in a penalty blow to the torso
6.	No blow can land to the knickers or below
7.	No fighter, or their second, can induce lactation to themselves before or during 
the fight.
8.	The fight will be over at the discretion of the ref but is unlikely 
to be before a fighter's breasts have been totally drained."

With these rules announced the ref paused for a moment and then continued 
"Fighters must report immediately to their changing rooms where they will 
remain until the start of the fight which will be in 8 hours time, drinks 
and refreshments will be provided however no fighter will be allowed to 
lactate at all during this time. This will ensure a fair fight as both fighters breasts 
should be filled to capacity with milk..

The hours flew by like a tired tortoise climbing a steep hill. Anita was so hyped up to 
have what she hoped was a final showdown with Val that it took all of Anne's and 
Helen's patience and understanding to keep Anita calm but still focused on the fight. 
Lunch came and went and Anita, now calm and resigned to waiting another interminable 4 
hours began to fidget as the 3 girls played yet another game of cards. It's no good, 
I'll have to take this off Anita announced. Peeling of her T-shirt she revealed a bra 
that was struggling to contain her swelling breasts and a growing wet spot around the 
stiff peaks of her nipples showed that her breasts had already filled to overflowing. 
Quickly Anita unclasped her bra which almost leapt of her chest and she sighed with 
relief as the pressure was relieved. Her breasts jutted straight out, hard and firm and 
capped by stiff swollen nipples that glistened with wetness from the small amount of 
milk that had been squeezed out by her bra. The relief of removing her bra was only 
short lived, within 30 minutes Anita was once more squirming with discomfort and aching 
to touch her breasts. Several times her hands came up and only a sharp ‘stop it' from 
Anne or Helen prevented Anita from relieving her breasts and thus becoming subjected to 
some sort of no doubt brutal penalty when the fight started.

Anita had struggled through her discomfort for almost 6 hours when her breasts started 
to leak milk. Her nipples were so erect they hurt, even the areola was so puffed up 
with dark folds of crinkly skin that Anita longed to rub gentle cooling cream into it. 
And then her nipples started to feel hot as on each nipple a small drop started to 
form, growing and growing before dripping onto the card table in front of her. Anita 
groaned in discomfort, the tiny amount of milk that leaked out did nothing to relieve 
the building pressure and with over 2 hours still to go she wondered how much worse the 
feelings could get. Anne and Helen meanwhile had mixed feelings, unease and unhappiness 
at the discomfort their friend was going through was being overwhelmed by the erotic 
sight of Anita's firm milk swollen breasts tipped by thick dark hugely erect nipples. 

With just 15 minutes to go Anita's fight costume was delivered to the changing room, a 
simple but sumptuous pair of black knickers that moulded themselves to Anita's body 
like a second skin. They weren't particularly low cut but low enough as Anne remarked, 
to take care to avoid a low blow as plenty of lower belly below the navel was exposed.

And then it was time to enter the ring.

Anita had expected to be nervous, but the long wait had got rid of any nerves and she'd 
had time to go over her fight plan in her head so many times she felt it was fully 
locked in. No, she wasn't nervous, but she was certainly apprehensive; her breasts were 
so full of milk that they ached dreadfully and her nipples were so erect they hurt, 
they stood out hugely up-tilted on her incredibly firm swollen breasts, wet with the 
excess milk that was being forced out through them which formed twin sensuous lines 
that trickled down each slope of her breasts and torso before forming a vee of wetness 
in her panties. What would it feel like when a fist hit? This, she dreaded finding out 
but she knew that she'd have to take it, fight as normal fight as possible and defeat 
Val, otherwise she knew that abject agony awaited.

Anita waited in her corner thinking these thoughts as Val entered the opposite corner. 
Her breasts, nothing like as firm as Anita's, but then she'd had large and somewhat 
saggy breasts before, were now huge swollen torpedo's that hung incredibly heavy down 
Val's torso, it was impossible to guess at a cup size, but, breasts apart, Val had lost 
a lot of weight so her once D cup breasts would have looked much bigger in any event, 
but now swollen hugely with milk they could even have been a ‘H' cup! Like Anita, Val's 
nipples were hugely swollen, but with the weight of her breasts they hung down like 
huge teardrops, a constant drip of white fluid pattering the floor and Val's lower 
torso, staining her Red knickers and making them semi see thru where they were wet.

The ref wasted no time, a quick cursory glance at their gloves and he called them into 
the centre of the ring. Val's arms and shoulders rippled with muscle as she set her 
guard, ‘it'll be different this time bitch' she snarled just as the ref dropped his arm 
to start the fight. Anita leapt back quickly as Val instantly went onto the attack 

hoping to catch Anita cold with huge right fist that would have knocked Anita flat 
wherever it had hit. Punching air Val overreached allowing Anita to dart in with a 
straight left jab into Val's face and then anticipating Val's guard going high Anita 
drove her right fist down hard into Val's pendulous left breast striking just above the 
dangling nipple. Thud, ‘arghhhhhhhhhhhh' screamed an agonised Val as her breast was 
impaled by Anita's glove. The intensity of Val's cry and the sheer agony was shocking, 
but for Anita it was also the feel of her fist hitting the heavy boob, it was more like 
hitting a punching bag than a breast. For a moment time stood still Anita's replayed 
the moment in her head, her fist striking down at the top flank of Val's boob a good 
few inches above the nipple hit a firm surface but sheer power drove it forcing the 
breast to balloon around her fist which pulled the suddenly grotesquely swollen nipple 
up just as it erupted in incredibly powerful streams of milk that not only drenched 
Anita but arced over her head and well into the crowd beyond.

Ashen faced and gasping with shock, Val reeled backwards and away from Anita her boob 
still streaming dwindling jets of milk from her bulbous nipple, the fight forgotten as 
the shocking pain from Anita's blow coursed through her breast, a breast swollen huge 
and taught with milk so that as Anita's blow struck the milk that filled Val's boob had 
no-where to go other than to try and stretch Val's swollen milk sacs even further as 
the boob tried to resist Anita's invading glove. Milk forced its way through milk ducts 
stretching them wide open with irresistible pressure so that Val felt that her breast 
was bursting open as searing hot agony added to the sickening pain from her glands as 
milk forced its way through her ducts to erupt in fierce streams from her nipple.

Anita, shocked to stillness for a fleeting moment, realised that she should press on 
with her attack whilst Val was still in shock. Darting forwards she whipped in a left 
and a right to Val's head, powerful shots that whipped Val's head around first one way 
and then the other as the crisp blows crunched into her cheeks. Stunned Val stumbled 
back on wobbly legs, almost into the ropes, and automatically raised her guard against 
another head shot leaving both breasts unguarded. Anita needed no further invitation 
she strode forwards and unleashed a right uppercut into Val's still squirting left boob 
striking hard into the underside of Val's heavy breast. The blow struck with a solid 
thud and as the breast heaved up Val's torso distorted by Anita's invading glove the 
nipple bulged and milk exploded away in countless powerful streams.

Val screamed and fell backwards into the ropes, her shiny knickers creased by the 
middle rope as it stretched away under her weight before bouncing Val back into the 
ring as her breast flopped back down, the thin powerful jets of milk once again 
subsiding into a thicker but slower dribble from her now almost impossibly swollen 
nipple. As Val bounced back into the ring, mouth open in a fierce scream and seemingly 
almost out on her feet Anita darted forwards intent on inflicting more damage. 
Concentrating solely on driving her left fist onto the point of Val's jaw she didn't 
see Val's haymaker of a right drive towards her. Not aimed, but fired out 
subconsciously as a reaction to the pain and hurt Val had suffered, Val's right fist 
surged towards Anita, the powerful swimmers muscles rippling in Val's shoulders gave 
Anita a miniscule warning that all was not well, but her own left fist driving towards 
Val's jaw hid Val's retaliation from view as it drove in under Anita's own driving 
fist.

Both fighters drove themselves onto the others fists, Val was been propelled into the 
ring by the ropes and Anita was striding strongly forwards as she unleashed her left 
drive and both fists connected with spectacular results. Anita's left fist hit flush on 
the point of Val's jaw, snapping her mouth shut and whipping Val's head violently back, 
meanwhile Val's right fist lashed into Anita's left breast so hard it knocked Anita of 
her feet. 

Anita's world exploded into searing pain as Val's fist crushed Anita's left boob. One 
moment she was savouring the impact of her fist striking Val's jaw and the next thing 
she was aware of was intense excruciating pain as her boob was struck, Val's fist 
striking full on the erect nipple and driving hard into the firm conical flesh. Liquids 
are uncompressible and with the breast already overflowing with milk the punch was 
excruciating as milk was forced out of the centre of the breast, bulging the sidewalls 
of Anita's milk sacs almost to bursting and forcing the milk ducts to stretch as milk 
was forced into them under intense pressure, but unable to escape through the nipple 
until the glove withdrew the pain was excruciating. Then, Val's glove did withdraw and 
Anita was falling backwards, an explosion of milk jetting in all directions from 
Anita's nipple as the breast erupted. For those with a ringside seat they could hear 
the milk jetting out of Anita's boob and it almost seemed as if it was propelling her 
backwards.

Anita screamed as the blow struck, her entire world was overcome with pain, her vision 
disappeared, replaced with a coruscating explosion of red lights as Val's fist struck 
and then as the fist withdrew her nipple bulged, stretched to the limit as the tiny 
ducts within it were forced open by the pressure of the escaping milk. Then Anita's 
panty clad bum was bouncing on the ring floor and Anita realised she'd been knocked 
down, and, horror of horrors, she'd have to face a penalty blow if she didn't regain 
her feet quickly. Despite the pain, still a searing ache in her breasts, Anita nimbly 
regained her feet as the clock was reaching 6 seconds, her still untouched right boob 
was steadily dripping milk but her left, with the ducts forced open streaming thin jets 
of milk as the breast started to swell from Val's blow adding a gentle internal 
pressure to the full milk sacs.

It was only as Anita got to her feet that she saw Val awkwardly slumped in the ropes 
struggling, still half unconscious, to free herself and regain her feet as the clock 
continued remorselessly counting up to the fateful 10 second mark. As she dealt with 
the pain she used the few seconds grace to calm herself and remember the advice that 
had been drilled into her during the long wait for the fight to begin.

Val managed to untangle herself just in time to beat the 10 count, as she pulled 
herself up Anita could see that her left breast was, like her own, still streaming 
milk. The ref waved the fight back on and Anita wasted no time, darting forwards she 
led with her left fist at Val's boobs, smack, glove met glove as Val parried the blow 
but Anita's right fist was following up and Anita drove it hard and low into Val's 
lower belly. Striking just inches above Val's panties Anita's fist struck with a solid 
thud and Val gasped, her rear encased in tight wet panties stuck out through the ropes 
giving the ring side spectators a lovely view. Anita felt much more firmness in Val's 
belly than the last time they'd fought, but was still satisfied with the result as her 
fist drove a gasp of air from Val's lungs.

Val quickly forced herself back upright and drove a left jab at Anita's face, Anita 
swayed out of the way looking to strike back, but in doing so she raised her right arm 
and Val instantly crushed her right fist into Anita's left boob. Anita had tried to 
dodge, but too late and she shrieked in agony as Val's fist hit. Angling in from the 
side it smeared the breast across Anita's body and drove the fiercest, most powerful 
streams of milk yet out of Anita's boob. As Anita reeled away sobbing in pain the crowd 
avidly watched the instant replays of the blow, the jutting, conical boob caught in 
slow motion; droplets of milk slowly arcing away from the hugely erect and up-tilted 
nipple as Anita tried to sway aside and then Val's glove struck, angling in from the 
side with the boob shuddering as it was hit, captured frame by frame as the glove 
started to sink into the milk filled boob it started to bulge around the invading fist 
and slowly start to whip across Anita's body. Frame by frame the glove sunk deeper and 
deeper and as the breast distorted the nipple bulged and an ever increasing flow of 
milk jetted from the nipple in 100's of tiny streams. The nipple continued to swell as 
it was forced across Anita's body doubling in size under increasing pressure from the 
milk within, the jets of milk were so strong that where they hit Anita's flesh, her 
other breast and even her face, the high pressure streams bounced away in countless 
fine droplet explosions that almost masked the view of Anita's face as it screwed up in 
abject agony.

Anita reeled away, her eyes wet with tears of pain could barely see so retreat was her 
only option. Searing pain enveloped her entire left breast and Anita new that her 
breast must have suffered internal damage even after only been hit twice. The milk sacs 
that were bulging with uncompressible milk, and then the milk ducts themselves, fine 
capillaries that allowed milk to flow to the nipple, could not possibly have withstood 
being punched without some of the flesh tearing and bursting, and then with the milk 
being full of milk, the force of the blow was instantly transmitted to every single 
part of her boob. With no room for compression and so nothing to absorb the impact of 
Val's fist the ever so sensitive milk producing glands were brutally crushed with the 
blow.

Anita reeled back away from Val, the pain so great that for a moment she thought she 
might faint and her only thought being to get away from Val's fists. Almost sobbing in 
pain she gulped in deep breaths as she tried to regain control of her body. Her left 
boob was still pumping milk and despite only receiving 2 blows was sagging down 
noticeably when compared to her still untouched right boob. Glancing up at Val, Anita 
realised that Val was in a similar state and was only now pushing herself up off the 
ropes with her left boob pulsing a steady stream of milk and sagging down her body. 

With Val still on the ropes Anita forced herself back into the fray. Striding forwards 
with more purpose and conviction than she felt she quickly came into range and threw a 
quick one two at Val's breasts. Val instantly covered up but her own gloves knocked 
into her breasts caused her to grunt in pain as she milked herself and she stepped back 
once again into the ropes, an instinctive action to avoid the pain of Anita's gloves. 
Anita drove forwards again and a left pounded into Val's protective right glove driving 
another stream of milk from Val's still untouched right boob. Val hissed and drove out 
her left but Anita sashayed aside and instantly responded with a right into Val's left 
side, low into the ribs. The blow struck with a meaty thud and Val gasped with pain as 
the breath hissed out of her mouth. Val quickly responded, twisting towards Anita she 
threw out a right fist but Anita was now properly following the instruction to ‘hit and 
move' she'd received from Anne and Helen and had swayed back forcing Val to overreach 
in an attempt to make contact and Anita quickly capitalized darting forwards with a 
left hitting flush on Val's navel.

Val grunted as she rode the blow, her belly shield just standing firm proving once 
again to Anita that she was stronger and fitter than the last time they'd fought. And 
proving it in style as Val's retaliatory shot hit home this time. Anita just had time 
to see Val's left fist power towards her right boob and grit her teeth for the 
explosion of pain to come as the fist knifed into her swollen right boob. Striking 
high, just above the nipple, the blow was angled down at the perfect angle to do 
maximum damage as the explosion of jets of milk testified. Anita shrieked in torment 
and her head shook as she absorbed the pain, then shook again as Val pounced with a 
right fist that fortunately only glanced off Anita's temple, but was still powerful 
enough to send Anita staggering back towards the centre of the ring.

Anita gritted her teeth and shook the tears of pain from her eyes as Val, fired up, 
strode towards her flinging out a salvo of punches. Anita blocked and slowly retreated 
as a combination of lefts and rights arrowed towards her, each one aiming to pancake 
her breasts. 1, 2, 3 left right combinations either thudded into Anita's arms and 
gloves or slipped aside as Anita retreated casing Val to try even harder to break 
through and her next salvos became increasingly wild so after blocking another 2 
punches Anita dropped underneath a huge haymaker of a right and popped a quick combo of 
her own into Val's lower belly some inches below her naval. Val rode the first letting 
loose a short gasp as she tensed her muscles against Anita's left fist, but the harder 
right landing only moments after made inroads into Val's delicate lower organs, her 
buttocks quivered in their tight panties as a winded Val hunched over her battered 
belly. 

Anita stood up, driving her left fist up once again towards Val who now thought only of 
defence and fearing another blow low into her belly dropped her guard low, too low, as 
Anita's fist thudded home to Val's solar plexus. For an instant Val was relieved that 
her breasts had not been struck, but then the true impact of the blow became felt as 
already winded her chest and lungs suddenly froze as she was knocked upright by Anita's 
punch and she staggered back on shaky, leaden legs. Anita thrilled as her blows struck 
home, despite the pain in her boobs she felt a sexual rush as the blows to Val's belly 
sank home, especially the feeling of her right as caving Val's belly in and then the 
follow up perfect left that left Val almost out on her feet in front of her.

Val tried to get her guard up as Anita strode forwards, but not sure whether to defend 
breasts or belly she did neither and Anita had the pick of targets. To the 
disappointment of the watching crowd Anita chose Val's belly to attack and sent a 
brutal right once more into Val's belly just below the naval. The blow struck deep and 
hard and Val lost what remaining air she had and Val collapsed straight onto her bum, 
sliding back across the milk slick ring floor in a sitting position before falling 
fully flat out on the ring floor.

The ref instantly started a count and held a warning hand up to Val's seconds as they 
started to enter the ring. ‘No seconds interference, she'll have to get up on her own' 
and then continued the count, ‘3, 4' as Val rolled over onto all fours, gasping and 
struggling for breath. Anita waited, poised and ready to strike again if and when Val 
regained her feet. At the moment this seemed unlikely as she was barely managing to 
stay on all fours. Her head was almost resting on the canvass and her huge heavy 
breasts were brushing the ring floor, twin puddles of milk being stirred by her turgid 
nipples as they dragged back and forth in time with Val's ragged breaths. By 8 Val had 
raised herself to her knees and with one arm on the ring floor she tried to get to her 
feet but her heavy legs wouldn't allow it and to Anita's delight the count continued on 
past 10. 

Val gave a despairing groan as she realised she'd not met the count and paused as the 
count continued to get as long a rest as she could until at 15 seconds she forced 
herself back onto her feet, her huge heavy breasts heaving and dripping in time as she 
dragged in big gulps of air. 

The moment the ref waved box on Anita strode forwards, aware that Val was vulnerable 
and also that her guard had changed, one fist was now much lower to protect her belly 
but this meant that her milk bloated boobs would now be a much easier target. Jab 
‘arghhhhhhh' cried Val as Anita's crisp left jab dissected Val's so far untouched right 
boob. Speed rather than power, but with a firm crispness that sunk deep into the top 
half of the milk bloated boob whipping the nipple up as the breast was almost folded in 
two and forcing a huge arc of milk to erupt and wash over Anita and up high above the 
ring. Val dropped back, her face grey with pain and instinctively raised her guard to 
protect both breasts but Anita's right fist was already arrowing in towards Val's 
tender belly sinking in deep just below Val's naval.

Val, weakened by the earlier belly shots and thinking more about the pain to her right 
boob didn't see the punch coming and so her belly was un-tensed. Anita's fist sunk deep 
and Val breath exploded out in a strangled grunt. Instantly Val tried to clinch, but 
Anita was too aware to allow this so quickly stepped aside as Val half strode and half 
fell towards her and whipped a left half into Val's kidneys as she staggered past.

With what remained of her breath Val grunted in pain but managed to stay upright as she 
staggered away trying to put some distance between her and Anita. Val turned awkwardly, 
her thighs visibly trembling with effort as she fought against the weakening effects of 
the belly and kidney punches and Anita new that just one good punch would put her down 
so she unleashed a huge right that had it landed on Val's jaw would have knocked her 
senseless. Somehow, drunkenly, Val managed to sway her head aside just in time and then 
Anita had just a moment to appreciate how vulnerable she suddenly was as Val summoned 
up reserves from somewhere and with her powerful shoulder muscles rippling she ripped 
the most powerful punch of the fight so far into Anita's right boob. It was a huge 
haymaker of a right cross and it struck the inside of Anita's right boob, but angling 
across her body it struck deep into the very heart of the breast through the area of 
least resistance and crushed the milk glands with sickening force. An explosion of milk 
sprayed out to the side of Anita's body as half of her breast was crushed against her 
ribs and the other half bulged out to the side, the skin taught and glistening as the 
milk within threatened to burst the whole boob open. Instead, the only escape route the 
milk had short of ripping the breast apart was through the narrow confines of the milk 
ducts through Anita's nipple. The ringside cameras captured the whole thing in slow 
motion, the slow, sickening impact of Val's glove striking the inside of Anita's boob, 
the outside of the breast instantly starting to bulge out to the side and the nipple 
extending as the first spray of milk started to escape almost at the instant of impact 
and then, remorselessly, the glove sinking deeper and deeper forcing the outside of the 
breast to bulge out and stretch as the gland was forced further and further away from 
Anita's body. At the same time the nipple was growing and extending as ever increasing 
jets of milk were forced out through the tiny milk ducts so that when the glove struck 
hard against Anita's ribs and Anita's body visibly shook with the force of the blow it 
looked as if Anita's nipple had exploded there was so many powerful streams of milk 
jetting out in all directions.

Anita screamed and her body shuddered such was the force of the blow and through the 
haze of milk the cameras captured her eyes as they widened in shock and then crossed 
and rolled back in her head as she crumpled limply to the ring floor ending up lying 
sprawled on her back her boob snapping back into place but continuing to spray slowly 
diminishing jets of milk. 

Anita woke, in agony, to the ref's counting, ‘4, 5, 6' and confused she thought that 
she was covered in blood, her skin felt wet and slick and she could feel the warm spray 
of what she was sure was blood erupting from her nipple and coating her face. But her 
eyes, when they finally focused, saw only white milk. And then, as the count continued, 
she snapped back into full consciousness and the fear of a free blow made her try to 
quickly scramble to her feet. But still extremely light headed and with the ring floor 
slick with milk her scrabbling feet she didn't make it. At 10 seconds she was still on 
all fours her hanging breasts swaying underneath her, the right still spurting streams 
of milk, but the left too was steadily dripping. Anita, having lost the battle to save 
herself a penalty blow tried to use the remaining time to compose herself. She could 
see Val, in little better state, leaning heavily against the ring ropes and she knew 
that her tactics had been right except for one complacent mistake, weakening Val's body 
and destroying her as a fighter had to be her first priority.

Anita regained her feet and faced Val, the pain in both of her breasts and the time 
she'd spent recovering and remembering why she was in the ring, all the past 
humiliations and pain that Val had caused her and her friends; all of this gave her s 
steely resolve to do whatever was necessary to finish the job, to finish Val.

The ref waved box on and Val, enthused by her success and having regained her breath 
somewhat stormed forwards driving her powerful fists once more towards Anita's still 
streaming right boob. But Anita had a plan now and she fell away as Val attacked and 
for the next few minutes she frustrated Val who tried harder and harder to break 
through the defences of what she felt sure was a very weak and hurt Anita. Why else 
would she keep backing off and retreating? Anita, for her part, was scared of another 
hit like the one she'd just received, but this wasn't the reason she was falling back. 
Ann and Helen had drilled her remorselessly in the art of defence and how it could be 
used to wear a fighter down so Val was striding forward and throwing huge bombs which 
Anita was slipping or blocking if she had to and only throwing 1 quick sharp punch for 
every 3 or 4 that Val was sending in. But Anita's punches although lacking in power 
were largely connecting and were mostly aimed at Val's belly as the growing redness 
above and around Val's naval testified. 

Anita swayed away from another huge right from Val, who sheened in sweat and breathing 
heavily was determined to finish the fight with another crunching blow to the firm 
conical breasts that jigged about in front of her. Anita then blocked a left and 
grunted in pain as her fist was knocked back into her own boobs before stepping back 
forcing a right from Val to fall short. Feeling that she was getting close to a corner 
Anita instantly stepped in behind the missed right and sent her own right to smack into 
Val's belly. ‘umpfh' grunted Val as Anita slipped away forcing Val to turn once more 
and start after her again. Anita carried on retreating but slowly now she increased the 
pace of her own punches. Val drove a wild left as she turned to face Anita, the force 
of the missed punch made her stumble and Anita now tagged Val's swinging left breast 
with a straight right that mashed the tip of the huge boob into Val's belly. Milk oozed 
out between Anita's glove and Val's belly as it drove the tip of Val's boob hard into 
her body, then as the glove retreated Val's nipple gushed a fountain of milk down her 
body, soaking her belly and running down into her knickers.

Val cried out as Anita's fist sunk into her breast and then threw caution to the wind 
as she chased Anita throwing angry punches in an attempt at retaliation. Anita allowed 
herself a quiet smile of satisfaction as she easily evaded a fusillade of 3, 4, 5 huge 
wild swings, then as the last blow whistled wide Anita stepped inside and drove a quick 
one two into Val's navel. ‘urghh, umpfff' grunted val as the two crisp punches sunk 
home. Anita quickly stepped back as Val tried yet again to hit her with a wildly swung 
right but then, the effects of Anita's twin salvo to her navel and the wild efforts of 
the last few minutes suddenly caught up with Val, her chest heaving as she dragged in 
huge lungs of air and sweat rolling of her body she finally stopped her advance. 

This was what Anita had been waiting for, Val wanted a break but she wasn't going to 
get one. Anita's turn to step forwards and she drove a crisp left jab into Val's 
gasping mouth jerking her head back, then another crunched Val's nose and knocked her 
back a step. Val brought her guard up before Anita could strike again but this just 
meant that Anita could go low and she struck again with a one two salvo, this time a 
little above the navel and as Val oompfed out 2 quick bursts of much needed air Anita 
had the delicious feeling of her gloves sinking into Val's belly, added proof that her 
muscle shield was now weakening.

A gasping Val retreated, desperate for some respite she was visibly wobbling as she 
jerkily stepped back away from the now remorseless Anita who was just about to drive a 
straight right into Val's hanging left breast when the ref stepped between the fighters 
and stopped the fight. ‘The fight has lasted for 30 minutes so gloves will now be 
removed'. Val visibly brightened at this, not because of losing the gloves but because 

she thought it would give her a few minutes of recovery however, the moment the ref 
made his announcement 2 teams of ring helpers rushed into the ring and within moments 
the laces of both fighters gloves had been cut away and the gloves ripped off four 
hands. The whole event had taken just seconds before the ref was waving box on once 
more.

Val had a look of utter confusion, where was the rest she'd hoped for? Anita took full 
advantage. With Val standing arms akimbo and totally unprepared Anita drove forwards 
and unleashed a perfect right uppercut into Val's left breast, striking up at the 
hanging orb her bare fist struck just below the turgid nipple. ‘Nooooooooooo' screamed 
Val as the vicious punch whipped up into her bulging breast, crushing the milk filled 
glands and milk sacs and driving the heavy boob up Val's chest as the nipple erupted 
with milk. Anita thrilled as this time her bare fist sunk much deeper into Vals boob 
than her glove had ever managed, and she could only imagine the pain that Val was 
feeling as her fist invaded the gland squeezing a huge fountain of milk from the 
nipple, but also driving milk back deep into the heart of the boob swelling the 
internal sacs to almost bursting but this in turn squeezing against the sensitive inner 
organs with irresistible, sickening force. Val gagged, even as she was screaming in 
pain and her face blanched. 

Desperate to avoid another blow Val quickly covered her boobs with both fists but Anita 
was now aiming lower, much much lower. Still on a half bended knee from her uppercut 
Anita had the perfect view of Val's panties and like two oiled pistons her bare left 
and right fists pounded just barely an inch above the waistband of Val's sodden 
panties, low enough for the driving fists to strike Val's uterus. Anita had such a 
clear sight that she was able to strike with perfect accuracy, and just barely legally. 
Her first punch, a left sunk in and concaved Val's lower belly so that, from Anita's 
viewpoint, as her fist withdrew leaving a wobbling sunken pool of flesh behind, she 
could see Val's thick dark curls as the waistband of her knickers remained proud of 
Val's sunken belly. Val grunted, but then, even before her belly had recovered its 
shape Anita's right fist struck in the centre of the sunken circle of flesh her left 
fist had just vacated.

Val grunted again, her face screwed into a rictus of a smile as she drew her fist back 
and stepped forwards menacingly forcing Anita to quickly step back but suddenly Val's 
face crumbled as the effects of Anita's twin salvo to her most vital womanly organs 
made itself felt. Her already pale face went even whiter and she sunk groaning in agony 
to the ring floor, her hands clutched against her lower belly as she curled up on her 
side into a ball. The ref started a count but for the first 10 seconds Val just lay 
clutching her belly and trying to catch her breath. As she heard the 10 count go past 
she gave a little cry of despair at the realisation that she'd face another penalty 
blow but it was 15 seconds before she rolled onto all fours and started to try and 
regain her feet but her legs were shot. Scrabbling on all fours, her huge breasts 
dragging on the ring floor she tried to crawl to the side of the ring and with the 
count on 19 she made a despairing grab for the middle rope but too late, the ref called 
'20 and out, Anita has won the first round. The next round will commence in 2 minutes, 
Val will receive 4 penalty blows, 2 for failing to make a 10 count and 2 for losing the 
round, these will be taken immediately. Anita will receive 1 penalty blow at the start 
of the next round.'

The moment the ref started speaking ring officials rushed into the ring and Val was 
hauled to her feet and quickly secured in her corner, arms held tightly high aloft and 
back of the corner post stretching her body painfully erect whilst her legs were spread 
and pulled back with her feet also secured someway behind the corner post so that Val's 
back was forced hard up against the corner post forcing Val to grimace with pain as her 
belly was stretched taught. The ref waved Anita forwards announcing ‘blows to the torso 
only and above the knickers, no consecutive blows to the same target. Take your shots 
when ready'. Anita strode right up to Val and looked her straight in the eye ‘was this 
worth it?' she asked ‘ cause first I'm going to destroy you as a woman and then I'm 
going to burst those saggy udders once and for all', and with that Anita stepped back 
and, angling her right fist down she struck once again at Val's lower belly just barely 
above the waistband of Val's knickers, the bare fist sinking deep and striking at the 
very heart of Val's womanhood, her womb. Val screamed as Anita's fist sunk deep into 
her already tenderised flesh, with her back held fast against the corner post the 
entire force of Anita's punch was absorbed by her sensitive womanly organs. 

‘Urghhhhhhh' screamed Val in an explosive grunt as air exploded from Val's mouth, her 
entire body quivered and shook despite the tight bonds that held her against the corner 
post. Close up repeats of the blow showed just how close Anita had come to catching the 
top of Val's panties with her fist as it angled down into Val's belly. The rigid 
knuckles of Anita's driving fist struck just barely above the tight waistband of Val's 
low cut panties, sinking deep into the flesh an ever deepening crater formed around the 
fist and a ripple of flesh spread away from the impact as her body absorbed the blow. 
Anita stepped back as Val shuddered and groaned in agony, desperate to curl up over the 
hurt to her womanhood she strained at the ropes gasping, desperate for breath. Anita 
calmly took a few deep breaths and then lined up for her second shot. Val, flinched 
even before the blow struck and then screamed as Anita's fist lashed into her right 
breast, angles slightly down Anita struck the mid section of Val's milk heavy hanging 
boob. The fist struck with a solid thud but sunk remorselessly into the distorting 
breast where Anita held it, leaning in with all her might as milk erupted from the 
nipple so hard that he rush of milk could be heard as hundreds of thin jets of milk 
spurted out in all directions from Val's distended nipple. Anita kept her fist pushed 
deep into Val's boob until the flow of milk started to diminish in time with Val's 
repeated screams of arggghhh, arghhhhh, arghhhh, the pauses being punctuations as her 
body painfully breathed in more air, but Val's screamed suddenly doubled in volume as 
Anita slowly started to screw her fist around inside Val's boob each knuckle tearing 
and twisting at the milk glands within as slowly, one by one they pinched milk lobules 
against Val's ribs and stretched and tore at the flesh as Val's breast was slowly 
screwed around ‘noooohhh, nooohhhhh, nooohh, screamed Val as Anita continued to rotate 
her wrist, the breast screwing around with it until stretched as far as it could go and 
the knuckles slipped even more painfully across the stretched out flesh squeezing even 
more milk from the nipple until Anita whipped her fist away and with barely a pause for 
Val to take breath, and whilst her right boob was still popping back into shape, 
Anita's fist drove deep into Val's left boob and she repeated her slow twist putting 
every ounce of her strength into punishing Val's breasts and in time with the slowly 
diminishing streams of milk Val's screams slowly lost power as her breath exhausted 
itself and she almost fainted. Anita stood back and looked at Val as she hung in her 
bounds, her hanging breasts still dribbling milk but each now with a livid bruise on 
the top flank and each visibly more saggy with the amount of milk Anita had squeezed 
out of them. ‘How did you like my milking technique?' she enquired ‘go to hell' Val 
weakly answered through gritted teeth ‘Oh no, you've tried to send me there too many 
times and I'm not going, but YOU ARE' screamed out Anita and with her final punch she 
delivered a brutal punch to Val's diaphragm, her right fist driving up and her hard 
knuckles passing between the valley of Val's breasts to crack right into the centre of 
her upper belly just below the breasts. Val hadn't expected that, she'd thought a blow 
to her lower belly again or her right boob would be next and for an instance she felt 
relief that neither were targets, but when the punch struck with a huge crack Val 
shuddered and her mouth gapped as her air whistled out, then she tried to breath in but 
couldn't and she hung there, mouth agape, eyes wide with pain and fear as her body, 
desperate for air, just couldn't find a way of making her lungs work.

Val's seconds were now allowed into the ring and they quickly untied her feet and then 
holding Val carefully they lowered her to the floor and eased her into the recovery 
position as slowly but surely the limited oxygen in her lungs was diminished and her 
staring eyes grew wider and more and more desperate as she felt herself coming nearer 
and nearer to unconsciousness. Anita meanwhile retreated to her corner where she was 
met by a jubilant Anne and Helen.

The break between rounds was only 2 minutes and Anita watched with savage delight as 
Val's seconds worked frantically to get Val back into a fit state to continue. It was 
30 seconds or so before they could get Val into a seated position, but even then she 
was hunched over, her massive breasts hanging down between her thighs dripped milk 
steadily onto the ring floor, forming a steadily growing  pool of milk and sweat 
beneath her ring seat. Anita's breasts too were steadily dripping, but unlike Val's 
breasts Anita's were still firm and although they'd taken hits and lost milk they were 
still almost bursting with milk. Val meanwhile had taken more hits and thus been 
forcibly milked leaving them much more saggy, dripping now because each blow had 
ejected powerful streams of milk forcing the milk ducts painfully wide and open, an 
extreme case of the let down process so that now her remaining milk flowed steadily 
through her erect nipple.

All too soon, the ref called '10 seconds to Anita's penalty blow, seconds please secure 
Anita for her penalty punch. Val was now on her feet, still breathing heavily but well 
enough recovered to be fully erect. Anita strode quickly out into position, eager to 
continue even if it meant taking a punch first, her sweat sheened body gleaming under 
the ring lights now looked by far the more powerful even though Val had a huge edge in 
muscles, each step that Anita made towards the hanging ropes in the corner of the ring 
bounced her breasts delightfully, her firm buttocks quivered through her tight panties 
but the rest of her body was firm and lithe. The Val heaved herself up and forwards 
into the ring looking extremely dishevelled, her breasts hung low, leaking milk down 
her torso and into her knickers, in contrast to Anita she plodded into the ring and 
wheras at the start of the fight her increased fitness had hidden the fact that she was 
somewhat overweight her muscle tone was now letting her down and her belly bulged over 
her tight panties, it was only when she stretched her arms and her shoulder and back 
muscles rippled that she again looked dangerous as she eyed up Anita, now stretched out 
into an X shape her back pulled hard and fast against the corner post.

Anita tensed her belly muscles as Val strode forwards, but before Val could strike the 
ref stepped forwards and ripped Val's panties away, exposing her thick dark bush for 
all to see. Val grimaced but re set herself as she eyed Anita. It was so tempting to 
strike at those pert, bulging boobs, but her seconds had insisted that she should 
strike her lower belly and Val knew that this was the sensible approach, she needed to 
weaken Anita's body. So she strode forwards and drove her bare fist just inches above 
Anita's panties and a few inches to one side. Anita gagged, her muscles had been as 
tensed as possible, but hit so low they couldn't fully keep out Val's fist which had 
been cruelly aimed to strike her left side ovary. Val's bare fist sunk deep into 
Anita's sensitive flesh, angled down the weak muscles of Anita's lower belly provided 
little resistance and Val's fist had struck with unerring and painful accuracy to hit 
full onto Anita's left ovary. Anita grunted, too winded and stunned with pain to scream 
her face screwed up in abject agony as she had to just hang in her bounds and absorb 
the pain.

Moments later Anita was been lowered to the ring floor, the clock now ticking down the 
final 60 seconds before the start of the next round. Anita instantly clutched at 
herself as she rolled into a painful ball, desperately trying to ease the pain whilst 
Anne and Helen rubbed icy water all over her as they tried to bring her back. Gradually 
they managed to get Anita to uncurl and get some cold sponges against her hurt but 
there was little time and they needed to lift her to her feet as the ref called 20 
seconds. Anita gritted her teeth, she HAD to ride this out and using all of her will 
power she forced herself to stand fully upright with 10 seconds still remaining, but 
the sweat bursting from her body and her gritted teeth belied the false front she was 
trying to put on.. But, still, to Val's disappointment she was upright and when the ref 
called box on she was able to move.

As the round re-started Anita moved as quickly as she could towards the centre of the 
ring, limping quite badly as she favoured her left side she veered away from the 
charging Val and quickly spun to her right to face Val once again. Val let loose an 
almighty cry and charged forwards, desperate to inflict damage whilst Anita was still 
injured but this time Anita held firm and waited until she saw Val's right fist fly 
towards her before she again quickly slipped aside allowing Val's fist to graze her hip 
as it sped past. Turning Anita charged after the stumbling Val and drove her own right 
fist into the small of Val's back forcing Val to take another 2 steps towards the ropes 
to avoid being struck again but Anita had followed closely behind and as Val turned 
Anita struck with a quick one two, low into Val's ribs on her left side forcing Val 
towards the corner where she finally managed to turn to face Anita.

Anita drove out a left jab into Val's face just as she managed to turn and had the 
satisfaction of seeing her head snap back and connect with the top of the corner post, 
despite the padding on the post the double whammy of Anita's bare fist and then the 
back of the post dazed Val and needing support she lent back into the post and 
instinctively brought her guard up to protect her head. But Anita, already ruing 
hitting her bare fist against Val's head was going low and she powered a hard right 
into the top of Val's thick bushy minge. ‘Eat that you cunt' screamed Anita as her fist 
sunk deep into Val's vitals, she thrilled as she felt her bare fist sink in and drive 
into Val's womanhood. Val gasped in agony and curled up over Anita fist before dropping 
to the ring floor.

Anita was still hurting from the low blow she'd received from Val before the start of 
the round but she was starting to shrug the worst of the effects and now she had the 
satisfaction of seeing Val writhe on the ring floor as she, in turn, suffered the 
humiliation of a blow to her womanly vitals. The ref counted and as he reached the low 
teens Val became desperate to regain her feet; she knew that should she fail Anita 
would be given a penalty blow and she just couldn't face that prospect. Somehow, grimly 
determined, Val managed to haul herself up to her feet and the ref waved box on.

Val was hunched over in the corner, her guard trying to do the impossible and protect 
her huge hanging breasts and her lower belly, but Anita had plenty of room to sink her 
right fist into Val's hanging left boob, driving her fist hard underneath Val's 
protective left fist striking down into the bulging tip of Val's breast. An eruption of 
milk hissed out of the distended nipple and Val cried out in pain, her guard dropped 
lower but now Anita just looped her fist over the top  striking the top flank of Val's 
left boob instead, another hiss of milk as streams of fluid erupted from the tip of 
Val's nipple and streamed down her belly. ‘Milking time bitch' screamed Anita as she 
then proceeded to unleash a barrage of rights and lefts into Val's breasts. Each blow 
struck home, no matter what Val did Anita was able to strike over or under her guard, 
straight drives, uppercuts or hooks into the side the sound of wet thuds, the hiss of 
milk and the anguished cries of Val resounded around the room. Val was being drained 
and as her breasts emptied Anita's fists sunk deeper and deeper into the ever more 
flaccid flesh and the damage her fists were causing increased as not only was the 
remaining milk still being forced painfully through the narrow milk ducts stretching 
them oh so painfully with each blow and eruption of milk but now Anita's fists were 
crushing glands much more easily against Val's ribs, ligaments were being stretched to 
breaking and the repeated bruising bare fisted blows were starting to do severe damage 
to the internal organs culminating in a huge right uppercut that struck sweetly into 
the underside of Val's hanging left boob, tearing deep into the flesh Anita drove her 
fist hard up into the tender flesh driving the huge breast up high and forcing Val onto 
tip toes as she screamed in abject agony at the tearing, searing invasion of Anita 
glove. Streams of liquid arced into the air from a huge turgid nipple swollen so much 
it was almost black, but this time the liquid was clearly coloured pink as milk and 
blood mixed together and erupted in a violent stream.

Val's eyes rolled back and she almost fainted, screaming in agony she then made a fatal 
mistake. Turning away before Anita could strike again she now faced the corner post. 
Anita rammed her fist into Val's quivering buttocks and drove her hard into the corner 
post before reaching around her body she dragged Val's boobs outside of the corner 
post. Val just had time to scream ‘nooooooooh' before Anita struck from the side, 
driving her fist hard against the outside of Val's right boob and crushing it against 
the corner post. Val screamed as milk erupted over the front row seats, still white 
from this boob until Anita struck again and this time this boob too erupted streams of 
pink fluid. Val near to passing out started to slide down the post, but her boobs, 
caught up on the middle rope held her up and then Anita compounded Val's position by 
dragging her away from the corner post so that she could stretch the top rope over 
Val's head and between her shoulders trapping her in position. Val struggled but she 
was trapped, Anita struck her hard in the kidneys and Val convulsed against her bounds, 
but all she did was drag the middle rope harder against the underside of her boobs 
causing the steady stream of milk and blood to increase and splatter against the 
watching front row.

Anita hooked a stream of blows into the sides of Val's breasts swinging them violently 
from side to side as each blow drove deep into the sensitive flesh causing fresh 
eruptions of fluid with each strike. But, the flows were decreasing in strength just as 
were Val's anguished cries of pain. Anita drove a final two blows as hard as she could 
manage and from somewhere seemed to find a hidden reservoir of milk, as with these last 
2 blows Val's breast once more spat out a huge jet of milk. But for Val these were the 
killers and with a hoarse scream she arched her head back as the first blow struck and 
then with the second blow her scream faded away and her head flopped down as she passed 
out.

The ref waved Anita away as smelling salts were applied to Val who awoke groaning in 
shear agony. The ref stepped outside the ring and regarded Vals grossly swollen breasts 
as they dripped a steady creamy pink liquid on to the floor before announcing to Val's 
horror, ‘from this point on, any hold or strike will be permitted, box on'. 

Anita strode up to Val, her nipples stabbing into Val's sweaty back as she leaned in 
close. ‘I want you to remember this day, and remember it well because this is my 
revenge against what you did to me and Helen. Now I'm going to drain your floppy udders 
dry' So saying Anita reached around Val's body and gripped the base of Val's left 
breast with both hands. Slowly she increased the pressure as Val screamed out ‘no no no 
no oooooooooo', Val's breast bulged out beneath Anita's hands and a stream of milk 
spluttered out of the nipple. Anita stood there as Val screamed continuously until 
gradually the stream of milk slowed and became a steady drip despite all the pressure 
that Anita could exert, then Anita started to draw her hands away down Val's breast and 
once more milk, albeit milk mixed with blood, started to spurt and splutter from the 
growing tip of Val's breast and Val's screams reached an even higher crescendo as 
agonisingly Anita drew her gripped hands slowly down Val's breast forcing the tip to 
bulge ever harder as her hands slipped down the boob. Each inch that her hands dragged 
down caused another milk eruption which Anita patiently waited to finish before 
allowing the next inch of flesh to slip between her fingers until finally she reached 
the bulging tip of Val's nipple where, with a final vicious squeeze of her hand she 
drew the last drops of foamy fluid from Val's boob before with a violent twist she let 
go forcing Val to faint once again. 

Val's left boob flopped down, empty of milk it instantly started to swell, but this 
time with blood which now started to stream steadily from the nipple. Val was once more 
brought back to consciousness and Anita then repeated the treatment to Val's right boob 
leaving Val bound to the ropes and leaking copious quantities of blood from her torn 
and brutally damaged breasts. 

Somehow, after around 5 minutes, Val was brought back to consciousness.

Anita grabbed her lank hair and jerked Val's head back so that she could look her in 
the eyes ‘I'm not finished with you yet' ‘nooooo no more' replied Val, ‘Oh yes, I think 
there is more, after all, you fucked me and my friend over.. the least I can do is to 
repay you the favour'. Anita dropped down to her haunches and her hand slipped 
delicately between Val's buttocks and her fingers spread the delicate folds of Val's 
sex apart. Val's legs instantly snapped shut trapping Anita's hand. ‘Naughty, would you 
prefer me to play with your breasts again then' asked Anita reaching up and gripping 
Val's blood slick left breast and squeezing hard. ‘arghhhhh' screamed Val 
‘noooooooooohhhh', ‘spread em then' instructed Anita and Val gingerly allowed her legs 
to open. For the next few minutes Anita teased at Val's sex, her fingers ran delicately 
up and down Vals lips, teasing and easing them apart so that her finger could dart 
inside, until ever so slowly Val's breathing began to time with the incessant forwards 
and backwards drag of Anita's finger and her sex lips began to swell and open. Anita 
then slowly slipped 2 and then 3 fingers into Val's sex, driving then in and out as she 
slowly forced Val's sex more and more open. Val had endured this, her pain etched face 
showing ever increasing humiliation as it became obvious that her sex, even if not 
herself, was becoming aroused, she had to endure because the slightest attempt to close 
her legs was met by a squeeze of one of her damaged boobs. Slowly the pace of Anita's 
thrusting fingers increased as did the pace of Val's breathing overlaid with the liquid 
sounds as Anita's fingers flew in and out of Val's ever wetter sex, until, with Anita's 
fingers now a blur of motion Val came with a shuddering orgasm. 

Tears of humiliation streamed down Val's face as Anita continued to pump her fingers 
into Val's spasming cunt forcing her orgasm to continue until it hurt. Finally Anita 
withdrew her soaking hand and smeared Val's sex juices onto Val's tear streaked face. 
‘Remember that too, cause that'll be the last orgasm you'll have for a long while' 
Anita said as once again reaching between Val's buttocks she steepled her fingers and 
punched up into Val's gaping sex. Anita's entire hand sunk deep into Val's sex, right 
up to her wrist. Val screamed, and then screamed even louder as Anita started to turn 
and twist her hand deep inside ‘noooooo arghhhhhhhhhh' and thus started a second 
fucking that Val certainly didn't enjoy as Anita withdrew her fist and then rammed it 
once more deep inside Val's sex, splaying her fingers out each time they withdrew 
forcing Val's sex wider and wider until Anita was able to bunch her fingers into a fist 
and slowly force it into Val's abused cunt.

Val's legs were shot now, she couldn't close them even if she tried so that as Anita 
slowly drew her clenched fist out of Val's gaping cunt she was able to step back and 
deliver the perfect uppercut to Val's dripping sex. Anita's fist hit hard and her fist 
rammed deep inside of Val who convulsed as she was driven up onto her toes before her 
own weight forced Anita's fist to impale her even deeper as with a strangled despairing 
cry she slipped back down and into unconscious, falling to the floor as with a liquid 
sucking noise Anita ripped her fist out of Val's destroyed sex.

Anita regarded Val's unconscious form, lying on her back, her legs open displaying her 
ruined sex, a huge gaping hole between her legs, swollen red raw lips splayed apart and 
a steady trickle of blood streaming out to pool between Val's thighs, then moving her 
gaze up Anita found Val's huge, swollen breasts. Shapeless now with ligaments stretched 
beyond breaking and the milk sacs and glands within crushed and torn apart by Anita's 
fists they each flopped away from Val's body, a shapeless mass of flesh tipped by 
nipples swollen to the size of corks spurting streams of blood in time with Val's 
beating heart. Anita's mind was a mixture of emotions confused at the brutality which 
she'd just exhibited and also a huge sexual excitement. But then she remembered again 
what Val and her minions had done to her and her momentary anguish at what she'd in 
turn done to Val was replaced with a satisfaction of vengeance completed and now she 
was able to enjoy the moment. 

As she walked towards the edge of the ring she became aware of her own body, her sex 
was dripping wet and swollen with excitement and each step she took towards the braying 
crowd dragged her silky panties against her erect clit driving her closer and closer to 
an explosive orgasm. Her breasts, despite being painfully swollen with milk tingled 
with electricity and somehow her already swollen nipples managed to stretched even 
further from her body so that as she reached the ringside she needed only one slight 
touch for her body to erupt in orgasm. It came when the top ring rope flicked against 
the underside of her breasts and this slight pressure was enough to send jets of milk 
streaming from her breasts. Anita screamed in ecstasy and to remain standing she had to 
fling her arms over the top rope as her body let rip in an explosion of continuous 
orgasms as the pressure in her breasts was released with bursts of explosive force. 
TJ

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