Justice Battle: The destruction of a fighter
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


The destruction of a fighter

I am Mary, a Justice fighter, and this is the story of my last fight.

As a Govt fighter of just 2 years (1 year training only and 1 year as a
fighter) I was now considered a basic level fighter but, I hoped, I was a
fighter showing good promise. I'd just won my 10th fight so was 10:0 and
earned a promotion to the basic level (from novice level), and I'd managed
that despite it being customary for a novice fighter to be given 2 or 3 fights
out of the first 10 that in theory she ought to lose. I'd been anticipating
these fights but always assumed after each victory, well, it'll be the next
one. Now though, I'd been told which fights I'd won against expectations and
it was the fact that I'd won 3 fights against expectations that had earned me
my promotion in double quick time (most fighters took 20 or so fights before
they reached a basic level).

I put some of my success down to my feelings about pain, I enjoyed and got a
huge sexual kick out of giving and receiving pain BUT with the right balance
of preferring giving pain just enough more than receiving it to drive me onto
to success. The better my opponent, the longer she could last and the better
the fight she could give me the more I liked it. Pity the opponent who
couldn't give me satisfaction!

My coach had given me news of my promotion just after a particularly hard
session. I was glowing with both pride and sweat as he explained that my
training regime would now be increased and that I would now be expected to
raise my level even higher; I'd be given fights with more meaning, where the
crimes committed deserved greater punishment and this, explained my coach,
demanded a more considered approach to a fight "so far", he said, "it's been
good enough to win but now the public and state will expect more than this.
You must remember that these Justice fights are our alternative to the
repressive prison system that we once had BUT.." and here he paused to hammer
home his point "the system will only work if the public see that Justice is
being meted out so for your next fight I won't be happy with just a win, I
want a destruction, I want the criminal to be beaten in such a way that she is
destroyed and humiliated. Remember you'll be doing this for the state, and for
the victims of crime. Here, watch these examples and then think about how
you'll use some of these ideas in your next fight".

Hours later and I'd watched the highlights of 10 fights, each of which had
ended, finally, in comprehensive defeats but there was 1 fight in particular
that stood out and with increasing excitement I watched again and again. The
fighter was Miyu, an Asian fighter with uncharacteristically large breasts,
larger even than my D cups. In her first fight she was fighting a much taller,
lean and small breasted fighter, who with her larger reach seemed to start the
fight quite well, targeting Miyu's breasts with unerring accuracy and driving
the shorter fighter back across the ring. Each time a fist sunk into the huge
white bra I imagined it was striking my own breasts and my nipples and breasts
grew tighter and tighter with excitement as my panties got wetter and wetter.
But, as the fight progressed Miyu gradually started to assert herself more and
more, and to my surprise she also targeted her opponent's breasts. Personally,
I'd have made the taller girls height her disadvantage and gone in low as
there seemed little point in targeting such small breasts. But Miyu packed a
punch and soon the taller girl was backing off and grimacing as each bomb from
Miyu exploded against her small bra cups, and as each blow struck I, in turn,
fantasized that it was my fists crushing those delicate breasts, my already
taught breasts swelled even further and my nipples threatened to explode as
with each blow they stiffened further. I fast-forwarded around 10 minutes and
we were into the next round. The taller girl had lost the first round and was
now bare breasted. She looked shattered, her small breasts had swollen and
were bruised all over and she was weaving around the ring, still trying to hit
Miyu's breasts but every time she unleashed a punch Miyu calmly drove her own
fist into the girls incredibly bruised breasts driving ever more anguished
cries of pain until finally she was reduced to just covering her breasts with
her fists and cowering on the ring corner where Miyu just blasted a barrage of
shots into her face until she collapsed unconscious to the ring floor. I fast
forwarded again and re- joined for the last round. The taller girls breasts
were now bloated and purple, trickles of blood ran down from her raw nipples
but the rest had revived her enough for her to bravely try once more to hit
Miyu. Miyu batted the fist aside and blasted her own one two combo into the
devastated girls right breast droplets of blood exploding away from the nipple
and the girl screamed hideously and slumped back against the ropes. Miyu stood
in the centre of the ring and beckoned her forwards but the girl just cowered
against the ropes, and then as Miyu stepped forwards she allowed her legs to
part, an invitation for Miyu to finish the fight in a way that the ref would
accept that it was over. Miyu with the barest hint of a nod seemed to accept
the deal and drove an incredibly vicious uppercut between the girl's legs and
the fight ended. With the girl crumpling unconscious to the canvass as I cried
out on her behalf as this final punch sent me over the edge of a hard orgasm.

I watched it again, and as I watched Miyu's fists destroy the girls small
breasts my excitement grew again, my nipples erected so much that they hurt
and I came again and again as I imagined that it was my fists pistoning into
those small but delicious breasts. But somehow the ending of the fight left me
dissatisfied, it hadn't felt like the right way to finish it and I was still
pondering on this when I was assigned my next fight.

It didn't take long for me to become motivated, my opponent was a bitch! In
fact an incredibly haughty bitch, which was the worst kind. During the trial,
which I'd watched a part of she had strutted around the court in her expensive
suit, ordering her defence team around with disdain. ‘get me some water'
‘where the hell is so and so document' ‘Oh for God's sake, are you all a bunch
of imbeciles'; then in a later outburst she'd treated the judge to the same
waspish tongue ‘look this is just a farce, just tell me my fine and let me get
out of here, it's pathetic to keep this dragging on so long, I've got
important work to attend to even if you haven't'. The Judge had sighed and
replied, ‘Well miss, if we could have just a little more of your time to
explore how 10 people have died taking medication your company supplied,
medication that you charged our medical services over 10,000 Euros each for
but which seem to be just sugar pills rather than the heart tablets that had
been prescribed"

I'd left then, not wanting to hear more, but as I walked out of the court I
couldn't help noticing the gallery full of sobbing relatives who seemed so
lost and helpless.

I determined that I would give them Justice. And I was beginning to have an
inkling of how I would approach the fight. It would need a bit of psychology,
patience and, of course, brutal cruelty. As my ideas coalesced my nipples grew
hard with anticipation.

The Fight...

It had been determined that the fight would have a time limit, and as usual us
fighters would not be told what this was but I knew, from the 2 winks and a
nod from one of the court ushers that I had 2 ½ hours to do the job, the
equivalent of 50 rounds! So I was quite satisfied. In a way the unknown time
limit was quite cruel, a fighter on her last legs might be persuaded to carry
on for just one more minute, then just another minute, hoping that the bell
will ring and stop the fight. But I knew that in this fight the bell would
never ring.

The rules were fairly standard, 1. 6 oz gloves 2. Clothing to be bra and
panties, at least at the start. 3. No hitting below the waist band of the
panties 4. A round lost when a fighter can't make first a 10 count, then 20,
and then a 30 count. 5. Each round lost results in the loss of an article of
clothing 6. A knockdown results in a penalty blow to the breast, taken
immediately 7. The fight will end at the refs discretion but only after a
minimum of 3 losing rounds and the fighter, in the ref's opinion, must be
totally unable to continue

"The fight between Mary, representing the victims, and Jade will start in 30
minutes".

I was pleased with this announcement, I didn't want Jade to know I was a state
fighter, I wanted her to have hope, expectation even, that she could either
win or last long enough to run the time limit down. Accordingly I was acting
nervous and unsure, keeping my head downcast and constantly looking towards
the gallery of watching victims families, as if I was looking for support from
someone up there. They of course, were not reassured by my behaviour but their
disgusted mutterings along the lines "My God, she hasn't a clue" were audible
enough for Jade to hear as her smile and radiant confidence grew with each
moment.

We were then led to our changing rooms where my second, Jane, looked at me
with an expression of "What the fuck!!!" I just grinned, "Wait and see, I want
this to be special." "Well, you've a choice of outfits, what do you think" I
picked up the 2 outfits, the first was a pair of lycra bikini bottoms and a
white sports bra, but the second was purely lingerie, a matching cream panty
and full cup bra that looked delicious. The fabric felt gorgeous and I knew
that it would be almost totally sheer once my sweat had got it wet. I tried it
on, my only concern being that the bra would be sturdy enough to hold my boobs
in place during the fight; not that I was worried about showing some boob, I
just didn't want to be worrying about clothing whilst I was fighting. I
needn't have worried, the bra fit perfectly and the feel of the sensuous
material caressing my nipples made then stand out like corks, I did some start
jumps and found that the bra was actually quite firm, perfect in fact.

With moments to go before being called out to the ring I looked at myself in
the mirror, my blond hair looked even lighter than normal as I had quite a
deep tan, my breasts, which some had considered to be a little too large to be
an effective fighter, were, as normal, sitting high and firm on my chest –
they didn't need a bra, but with this bra they were held even higher and made
them seem even larger – the dark circle of my areola surrounding the stiff
peaks of my nipples which pointed proudly up, visible through the sheer bra
and then my gaze slipped down, my flat tone belly leading my gaze to the
lovely panties that encased my sex mound, a gentle swell pushing against the
thin material in what my lovers had said was one of my best features and
against which I expected to see a wet spot, such was my excitement, and then
my gaze slipped finally to my strong athletic thighs and legs. I looked good,
and felt fabulous.

I started striding out to the ring, but then quickly remembered my act and
slowed my walk to a sort of reluctant shuffle, eyes downcast, and stepped into
the ring to much more muted applause than I'd ever received before, it
increased somewhat when I briefly straitened and the crowd got a look at my
breasts, but at that point it was Jade's turn to enter the ring.

Jade was a little taller than me (I liked that as it made me look like an
underdog), and had chosen the lingerie outfit like mine, except that hers was
white. Jade had a slightly oriental look with thick black hair and the white
outfit looked lovely against her darker skin. Her breasts were around a B or C
cup and jiggled enticingly as she climbed into the ring, her nipples not as
prominent as mine but still visible as two small nubs. She was maybe just a
little bigger around the waist than me, and her panties looked a tad tight,
pushing tight against the dark triangle of her bush, which was clearly visible
through the semi sheer material, but she certainly couldn't be considered
anything other than fit. BUT, was she as conditioned as me? I doubted it.

The ref didn't waste any time, a brief re-cap of the instructions, nothing
knew except that seconds could assist fighter to regain their feet but only
after the first 10 seconds of a count round.

And then we were called together and the fight began.

As I expected Jade flew at me. I back pedalled with no intention of mixing it
at this stage, her right fist arrowed towards my chest but I faded back, then
blocked a left an right from her skipping back quickly forcing another salvo
to fall short. Her face twisted into a sneer, "this wont take long, you've got
nothing" she snarled and waded in again, this time I didn't fall back so
quickly, a deliberately blocked and jabbed back pummelling her shoulders and
inner arms with stiff jabs, hitting her as she was trying to hit me but my
punches disturbing her aim so that I need only slip inside her swift volleys.
I knew that these punches wouldn't hurt her – they had a more long term aim,
but for the short term it gave Jade even more confidence, she was taking
punches and not been overly harmed. I continued allowing Jade to dictate the
pace, a pace more suited to a fight with 2 or 3, minute rounds rather than our
indeterminate time scale.

Soon Jade was beginning to breathe more heavily, her punches punctuated with
small gasps of effort and beads of sweat started to erupt all over her body.
My breathing was still fairly even, I didn't feel that the fight had started
yet but now was the time to find out what Jade was made off. She drove
forwards again, and her now predictable assault on my breasts that had not yet
managed to find a target continued. I slipped one left and hooked my right
into her upper left arm and shoulder whilst her fist was still extended and
then allowed her right to strike home, backing off enough to take the sting
out of it, but still the familiar sickening pain of a breast punch screamed
through my body.

It was enough to get my adrenaline fully pumping and as Jade's fist withdrew a
drove my own right fist hard and flush into her left breast. I stared into
Jade's eyes as my fist struck home into her decidedly firm breast. Her eyes
widened in shock and a small gasp escaped from her mouth as it opened briefly
in an ‘o' of surprise. She backed off a step, re grouping her guard but she
left me the opening I expected and I arced a left uppercut perfectly into the
underside of her left boob. ‘Thud', my fist struck and at first drove the
breast up Jade's body before the inward angle found her ribs. I watched her
bra clad boob fly up her body before my fist crushed the bottom half hard
against her chest wall, this time there was a much more audible gasp and Jade
stepped back quickly before I could strike again.

Now it was time to see what she was made of, and in our intimate dance find
out what steps she wanted to use.

My own body was now warmed up, in more ways than one. A satisfying warmth
bathed me and my skin started to glow; I knew that my lingerie was starting to
become more see thru. Jade however was already sodden, her breasts perfectly
visible through her wet sheer top.

Jade re-grouped and with no further advance from me she started to push
forwards again, this time with a little more caution. She drove out her left
jab and I returned to replying with blows to her upper body, shoulders and
upper arms, hitting hard enough to rock her back but not managing to stop her
advance. I noticed though that her attempts to strike my breasts had changed,
more and more often she was trying to upper-cut me, I allowed a few blows to
slide up my bra, none of them struck properly home but I gave a gasp as each
blow struck bouncing my boobs up even though she hadn't hurt me, or at least
only hurt me enough to add to my growing excitement. It was what I had wanted
to learn; she was retaliating with the blow that had hurt the most! A typical
response and it never failed to astound me that fighters fell into this trap
of giving up their most intimate secrets. I'd use this information later, but
for now, still only 5 minutes into the fight, I was happy to just pummel her
upper body and weaken her arms, something that I didn't think Jade had
realised was my intention yet.

A few more minutes and Jade was blowing hard, driving forwards for a little
flurry of punches and then backing off to try and get a breather. I expected
she was now regretting setting such a fast pace! Mouth open dragging in a huge
lungful of air Jade gathered herself for another attack, again she vainly
tried to get through to my breasts and I again peppered her upper arms and
shoulders with some heavy punches that each drew a grunt of pain as her
increasingly tenderized arms, shoulders and upper chest took a battering. Jade
was putting in a huge effort but her punches now lacked power and I could see
by the way her guard kept dropping that her arms were feeling increasingly
heavy. She backed off again and I decided that it was almost time to start
forcing the pace.

Jade's next attack came, even weaker than the last; her left looped out
towards my boob once again, but this time instead of backing off I batted her
arm aside and popped her in the face with a crisp one two. Her head snapped
back and I reckon she might have had a taste of blood in her mouth as I'd
caught her first on the nose and then as her head was going back my follow up
smashed into her lips. Not KO hard punches, but stinging fast ones that made
her eyes water. Jade's head snapped back and she stumbled backwards trying to
bring her guard up. I waited for a brief moment and then as her head snapped
back I cuffed her again, this time a left hook snapped her head around
perfectly for my right hook to hit her in the lips again.

Jade wheeled away gasping, she wasn't badly hurt but in disarray and wanting a
break. She brought her guard up as I shaped to punch but this time I went low
and for the first time I blasted her in the belly, hitting flush on the navel.
Jade had a firm belly, but unprepared my punch sunk home and much of Jade's
breath whooshed out of her body and she staggered back hunched over until her
bum careered into the corner post. Jade's guard dropped low and I could have
hit her anywhere but I took the opportunity to blast a series of blows into
her upper arms and shoulders again, hunched over as she was I then finished
off my salvo with a pair of powerful uppercuts aiming for the nexus of nerves
and muscle at the juncture of upper chest and shoulder.

Jade tried to straighten up and bring her guard back to a semblance of normal
before then flinging out a weak desperate left leaving a huge gap for my right
fist to arc up and into her diaphragm, striking in the centre of her chest
just below her boobs. I looked straight at her as my fist struck and saw her
eyes widen as the blow struck and then moments later the panic as suddenly she
found her lungs frozen and she couldn't get any air. Jade lurched towards me,
her arms swinging wide in a vain attempt to clinch, but expecting this I'd
stepped back a pace and as she almost fell towards me I blasted an uppercut
into the base of her left breast with all the power I could muster. My glove
crushed the bottom half of her boob violently into her ribs and Jade groaned
in anguish as her sensitive gland was invaded, ligaments stretched as the boob
was driven up her body and then sensitive flesh and glands were crushed
against hard ribs.

Oftentimes an uppercut is more effective than an angled down shot or a
straight drive because the ligaments and muscle in the top half of the chest
are stronger than those below because they naturally are always holding the
entire weight of the boob. Jade's boobs seemed very sensitive to an uppercut
and this last shot sent her reeling back into the corner post, groaning in
pain and with no breath left at all she was on the verge of going down.

I decided to bounce those pert breasts a few more times though first. Jade's
guard almost immediately slipped low and I blasted a quick left and right into
Jade's respective boobs. ‘Ohhh, owwwwww' as first I struck her right boob and
then her more tender left. I then paused for just a moment and Jade obligingly
raised her guard allowing me to blast her diaphragm again with an almost
straight right.

I stepped back then to see what would happen. Jade's knees sagged and she
started to slip down the corner post but struggling hard to stay upright she
flung her right arm back over the top rope but with no purchase she slipped
down to her knees and then her legs slipped forwards and she sat down with a
thump. Mouth gaping and wheezing air in and out in short quick gasps, the only
movement her paralysed lungs could manage after the twin blows to her
diaphragm, she slowly rolled onto her side and curled up in a desperate
attempt to get more air quickly into her lungs.

The ref counted and Jade desperately tried to get herself together to beat the
count, somehow managing to do so as the ref reached 8. As Jade stood the ref
instantly waved her back into the corner she'd just risen from and ring
assistants wasted no time in pining her arms back behind her pulling her hard
against the post. "Penalty blow to Mary" the ref announced and before Jade
could even take a breath I blasted an uppercut into her left boob. ‘arghhhh'
yelled Jade, totally unprepared and for a moment I thought she might go down
again as her arms were released but she held herself together and rushed me!
Ohhhhh thankyou I could have cried, a fighter with spirit! But misguided,
unlike my repost which caught her on the point of her chin and switched her
lights totally off as she fell straight back into the corner post and down
onto the ring floor to lie in a crumpled heap until the ref finished his count
of 10 and so it had taken almost an eternity, 20 minutes, but the round was
mine and I was extremely satisfied.

In truth, it should have been mine after 5 minutes and many in the crows were
dissatisfied at the time I taken... wasted... with Jade, but I hoped that
they'd appreciated what it was all about soon enough.

It took almost 20 more seconds before a groggy Jade was conscious enough to
stand, with help, and the ref managed to get her held once more in the corner
to receive a penalty punch before truly the round was considered over. Still
half out of it she had just enough sense to understand what was about to
happen and she started to mouth the word ‘No' as I struck again with another
fierce uppercut to her left boob, "Nooarghhhhhh" she cried as my fist almost
ripped her now swelling boob out of it's bra. Before Jade was led away for the
round break I looked her straight in the eyes, her pain filled, wide eyes
swimming with moisture and shame.

I went back to my corner for the 5 minutes that separated round 1 from 2 and
Jane looked at me quizzically, " I know you're setting her up for something
but why on earth did you need to spend so much time weakening her arms? She
wasn't a threat to you after the first few minutes!" "You'll see" I said, with
a grin and the surge of anticipation that flooded through me as I anticipated
my next moves made my nipples stretch the fabric of my bra and all Jane could
do was smile and slip her hands down the front of my panties.

5 Minutes did a lot for Jade. She wasn't panting for breath any more and she'd
regained some composure and undoubtedly she'd received some decent advice from
her second but, and it's a big but, her arms and shoulders had had 5 minutes
to stiffen up, 5 minutes for bruises to form and tissue to swell putting
pressure on nerves and making it harder for her to keep a guard up let alone
throw punches. Her breasts too had swollen, especially the left and it now
bulged the bra cup making it look at least ½ a size if not a full size too
small. But, she wouldn't be keeping her bra any longer and with a quick flick
of a knife the ref cut the shoulder straps and then the centre strap between
Jade's breasts and the ruined material fluttered to the ring floor releasing
Jade's Puffy breasts. Beautiful, if now slightly bruised, conical breasts that
jutted straight out. They might have been a ‘C' cup but there shape was just
perfect and I was dying to get my hands on them.

Jade's second had done a good job, Jade entered the ring looking purposeful
her breasts jiggling delightfully as she stepped cautiously forwards. I strode
out to meet her and tested her guard with a telegraphed jab to the head.
Barely, just barely, she got her guard up in time and blocked my left but she
didn't see my follow up right that I swung across her body and into the inside
of her right boob. Oh delicious! I thrilled as my fist sunk into her pert
boob, feeling my fist sink into her firm flesh and crush it into her ribs
dragging a gasp of pain from her wide open lips.

My fist withdrew and the boob sprung back into shape with a deepening red mark
on the inside showing where my fist had struck. Jade's face screwed up and she
immediately retaliated with her best punch of the fight so far and before I
could retreat I felt her right fist strike full on my left breast. I twisted
slightly to stop her fist driving my boob hard into my ribs but still
experienced some of the sickening feeling of a good breast shot.

Wow, a real fight, my nipples hardened immediately, my sex tingled and a surge
of adrenalin coursed through my body. This was it and I let out an exultant
yell as I crushed her left boob with a right of my own and daring her to
strike back and turn it into a boob slugfest I left myself open to see what
she was made off. My fist struck flush on her up-tilted nipple and she gasped
but gamely she struck back, this time with an attempted uppercut which I
allowed to strike by right boob, leaning back enough to avoid her driving into
my ribs her fist lifted my boob up but the punch wasn't hard enough to really
hurt, but in attempting to uppercut she left herself wide open and I could
easily have out her down. Instead I whipped a hook across the front of her
bobbing left boob my fist describing an arc and striking just outside the
areola, a classic stinger my fist whipped across the boob whipping it across
her body as at the same time my glove carved its way through her flesh
abrading her areola and nipple.

Jade grimaced and stepped back quickly, her left breast marked with a red
stripe bisecting her nipple, itself an angry red, erect with the unwanted
stimulation. I strode forwards and Jade, with an effort brought her guard up.
I smiled at her, "getting tired yet?" I asked "Fuck off" she replied and as
she was swearing she leapt at me with a wild right she'd hoped was a
surprise!. I only needed to sway back to avoid her wild fist, and she'd put so
much effort into it, with so much belief she'd connect, totally unbalanced she
stumbled towards me and right where I wanted her.

I straightened up with my right fist arcing into the pit of her stomach and
she fell right onto it. My fist sunk deep, just below her navel and I felt her
breath and spittle explode against my face as my fist virtually gutted her.
She fell against me in a clinch, her head against my shoulder and her arms
wrapped around my back but she didn't have either the strength or fight
knowledge to hold me anything like closely or tightly enough. I easily made
room and then started pistoning my fists up into her boobs. ‘Arghh, urghhh
ummmpf', each time my fist struck up, first the left, then the right and then
the left again Jade's body lurched and she cried out, squirming and trying
everything to close of the gap she'd unwittingly left for me.

I positioned her a little better, but for a moment Jade thought she had
stopped my route and I felt her relax ever so slightly, her ragged breathing
load in my ear, but then I unleashed another series of searing uppercuts as I
pushed her back towards the corner post. ‘arghhhh' she cried out, much louder
as I drove the last of a series of 6 alternating blows finishing off with the
hardest blow I could manage into her left breast, leaning back as I delivered
it and breaking her hold on me as at the same time I drove her into the corner
with this blow, my fist ripping into the base of her breast and angling in so
that my fist crushed the gland so hard up and into her ribs that Jade was
forced onto tip toe as she tried to escape the pain.

‘Bastard' she screamed at the top of her voice as she cradled her reddening
breasts, ‘you'll pay for that' Jade hoarsely screamed at me in defiance.
Somehow she gathered herself and although her chest was heaving with the
effort of dragging air into her, her breasts delightfully bobbed up and down
as she strode out into the ring, her guard up high in her best semblance of a
defence so far, the pain perhaps making her remember what her second had no
doubt advised!

As she approached I eyed her arms, upper chest and shoulders which I'd
peppered with blows earlier in the fight and admired Jade's spirit, dark
bruises covered her upper arms and shoulders and I'd just started to really
get into her boobs yet here she was striding out with more purpose than at any
other stage. I decided to give her some rope and let her approach. Jade looped
out a left jab, easily blocked and I instantly jabbed back into her left boob
drawing an ‘oooh' of pain as my fist flattened her sore boob.

Jade stepped back a pace, still grimacing from the last shot and probably
wanting a short breather. I advanced and we started a slow dance around the
room, with Jade reluctant to mix it and trying to keep me away with jabs, I
returned the compliment with a succession of jabs, but I now once more
targeted the bruising on her upper arms and shoulders. As my first blow struck
the bruised area of her upper left arm Jade winced and I noticed how her arm
dropped low and how it took a real effort to bring it back up. I repeated my
jab to her right arm and then peppered both upper arms and shoulders for a
while until finally the penny dropped and Jade realised that far from being a
respite she was in trouble. She might not now be panting for breath but her
arms were so heavy now that her punches were falling shorter and shorter and
her guard was dropping lower and lower.

With an effort Jade gathered herself and brought her guard up high and stopped
retreating. With a cry she drove her right fist as hard as she could towards
my face and I had to quickly snap my head back to avoid being hit, but her
follow up left crashed into my right boob and I had to grit my teeth to avoid
crying out, she struck just below my up-tilted nipple into the most tender
and, apart from the nipple, the most sensitive area of my boob. I quickly
stepped back with my guard in place and allowed her to drive me back across
the ring. For now it was time for the next stage of the fight.

Jade's energy was quickly dissipated, a few more attempts to strike and I'd
barely completed one backwards circle around the ring before I watched her
guard start to drop. I doubt she even realised it was happening until I hooked
her with a stinger to her right boob, my left fist arcing into the side of the
boob and whipping across, the glove scouring across the nipple as it burned a
track across her chest. Jade's gloves jerked back into position and she
carried on trying to drive me back by striding forwards with a weak left jab.
But so telegraphed was the punch that I almost laughed as it allowed me to
crush her bobbing and seriously bruised left boob with a straight right
hitting flush on her nipple, the blow made worse by Jade's strong forwards
step. ‘arghhhhhh' cried Jade, her most anguished cry so far, and desperately
brought her guard back up as she quickly fell back.

Oh, the feeling as my fist struck that perfect blow. My skin tingled and my
nipples were so hard that they hurt, my sex spasmed in delight driving sex
juices to further drench my (fortunately) sweat soaked knickers. Jade had
stepped forwards with her fist driving towards me which had flung her breasts
delightfully forwards and up her body. It had seemed to be slow motion as I'd
targeted her left boob, I could see more and more of the bruising on the
underside as it flew up, the stiff reddened nipple bisected by the faint red
stripe of my earlier hook shot, and then the breast almost seeming to reach
out towards me as it stretched forwards, becoming more conical, the nipple
dropping down to point straight towards my incoming fist as the boob started
to drop again slowly right into the perfect position for the collision with my
fist. Then, almost no resistance at first as my fist strikes the stiff nipple,
driving it back into the boob and then forming ahead of my fist a swelling
mound of breast tissue. I know it hasn't hurt Jade yet, but she'll suddenly be
aware of the invasion to her body and the horror will just be starting to take
hold as I now start to feel her breast resist my invading fist. I glory in the
sensation, imagining how my fist is starting to crush the milk ducts and the
sensitive tissue around them, how capillaries would burst leaking blood, but
then, as I start to feel even more resistance and Jade's face now reflects the
growing pain in her boob my fist has driven so deep that I'm now crushing the
lobules, the milk producing glands deep within the boob. Jade will be feeling
sick now as these ever so sensitive glands are being tortured by my fist, more
capillaries tear and burst and these will gradually start to fill the lobules
with their leaking blood as flesh is now crushed harder and harder. Jade mouth
is opening now as she starts to cry out in pain but still my fist drives
deeper against ever growing resistance, a ring of tortured flesh surrounds my
glove, this flesh at least has escaped the worst, but for the very heart of
Jade's boob it only gets worse as this is now being crushed against her own
sharp, unyielding ribs and this being the perfect punch is when one last
terrible aspect of the hit makes itself known to Jade for I choose this moment
to corkscrew my driving fist and I feel my knuckles grind into her ribs and
then twist sliding over one and then 2 ribs grinding the flesh of her breast
against them as it does so. Breast tissue, lobules, milk ducts and flesh are
crushed into Jade's ribs but then as my first rotates that most sensitive of
glands is squeezed even tighter, and like being wrung through a mangle lobules
and milk ducts are ground against bones, ligaments which with this straight
drive might have escaped without the twist now are stretched like elastic
bands, pulling and threatening to tear as they strain trying their utmost to
keep the breast in shape. Jade is screaming now but still the full pain has
not yet impinged on her consciousness such is the lag in her reaction time but
now my glove is retreating and for an instant I see the hollow where my fist
has left its mark, a circle of white flesh surrounded by a ring of twisted
boob which suddenly starts to unravel and bounce back into shape. Somehow,
belying the pain of the blow the boob bounces back into shape but the white
circle of flesh that marks the impact site suddenly darkens as leaking blood
from the torn capillaries flows into the flesh. Bruised flesh will now start
to swell and the breast will start to slowly fill with blood becoming heavier
and heavier as it does so and putting more and more strain on Jade's tortured
ligaments and making the impact of each further blow worse and worse.

In the few moments it takes for these thoughts to flow through my mind Jade
has retreated, her anguished cry still echoing around the ring but now I'll
give her no respite. For the moment her guard is high but as I drive forwards
and batter her arms with a quick one two despite herself Jade's arms slowly
drop and I whip a couple of stinging hooks across her swelling left boob,
first my right hits from the outside and then as Jade manages to get her left
fist up there is still an angle for my own left fist to sweep across and
strike the inside of her boob. I make sure that with each of these shots my
fist drags across her areola and nipple. They don't hurt her as much, but even
so she hiss's with pain as each blow strikes.

I'm stalking Jade now and for the first time I see fear in her eyes. I think
she knows now that I'm toying with her and her hope now is that the time limit
will save her. But it won't. Her guard slowly drops but this time it's her
less damaged right boob that shows itself first and I satisfy myself with a
twin barrage of hooks into the boob knocking it first out from her body and
then back across like my own personal speed bag, then as Jade reaches the
corner post I step forwards and hook into her right boob again from the
outside. But this time I strike deeper and with my fist angling in through the
sidewall of Jade's boob there is little protection as my fist strikes deep and
threatens to rip Jade's boob of her body as my glove grinds along her ribs.

Jade slumps and slips sideways along the ropes, trying to escape but I cut her
off with a right hook driving up into the ribs on her left side just below her
boob, then as she is straightened up into the corner I step back and beckon
her out to me, fists holding my breasts out I shout at her, ‘come on then see
if you can pay me back'.

I stand there for a few moments with my arms spread wide. Showboating I know,
but it makes the point and an angry Jade does come out of the corner but after
just one feeble attempt at a right her guard has slipped again and I set her
boobs swinging violently with a succession of hooks, stingers to the breast in
the tradition of Merlin*. Jade kept coming at me, determined to try and hit me
but her punches always fell short and as her arms tired it was even easier to
pick her off but I kept at her with the hooks grazing her nipples and the
flanks of her breasts with each blow until I got a beauty of a right to graze
the nipple of her left breast before crashing into the inside flank of her
right and scouring across that breast as well. Jade screamed out at that blow
and I knew that the stingers were doing their job, in fact each breast was
glowing red with abrasion marks striping across each flank and across a pair
of red raw nipples which looked as if at any moment they'd burst.

Jade's scream of pain and anguish spurred me on, I looked into her pain filled
eyes and hooked across her breasts again with a powerful one two and again she
screamed out in pain and briefly got her guard up. I smiled, at first these
blows don't hurt anything like as much as a straight drive, but each blow
scours and abrades the sensitive flesh and so each subsequent blow ‘stings'
more, especially that most sensitive of areas the nipple and areola. In time I
knew I could make her boobs bleed as her areola and nipples accumulated
punishment and so waiting the few brief seconds it took for her gaurd to drop
I let rip again at her right boob with a left and right hook dragging my fist
across Jade's stiff nipple from both sides in quick succession and as I
stepped back my handiwork was easily apparent as her nipples swelled a vibrant
angry red, almost bursting from a now puffy and hugely swollen areola.

Jade was almost crying with pain, each blow drew an anguished cry that was as
much sob as cry of agony, so much so that I was tempted to continue with the
hook shots but instead decided to finish the round. We were in the centre of
the ring and Jade with a huge effort had brought her guard up, almost cradling
her breasts but she was so scared of another hook shot that her guard was set
much too wide, easily allowing me enough room to crush her right boob with a
straight right power drive hitting flush on to her blood red nipple. She
screamed and I saw her eyes widen in shock as I stepped up to Jade and stared
her straight in the eyes. I cocked my fist again still staring straight into
those pain filled eyes until her eyes dropped and I waited until she couldn't
help herself. She looked up and I drove my fist in hard again. As my fist
crushed her now very swollen boob her mouth gapped open in a silent scream as
waves of agony washed over her. The work I'd done earlier on her breasts was
now making itself felt and a fist crushing milk sacs that had been slowly
filling with blood and crushing tender, tenderised, oh so sensitive flesh was
a new agony for Jade, the pain was so great her eyes fluttered and she
staggered back on legs of jelly, oh so close to passing out that for a moment
her eyes fluttered back in her head, but she recovered and once more tried to
get a guard up but I had an easy shot at her left breast now and hooked into
that tender flesh 1, 2, 3, 4 times as Jade weaved across the ring backwards
and sidewise as I steered her by hitting first one flank of her left boob and
then the other until she was in line with the corner post and I straight drove
her with a one two, first left and then right boob again. Jade screamed out
and with the last punch was driven back into the corner falling back the last
half step, instinctively flinging her arms to the ropes to hold on but I could
tell from her glazed eyes that she was almost out.

Both boobs were still bloodless, although the abrasions across the areola and
nipples of both boobs were so deep that it wouldn't take much more and as I
hit her again with another right hook to her left boob small beads of blood
quickly formed in a horizontal straight line just above her nipple running
across her hugely swollen and puckered areola, but despite the pain this
caused the stinging blow seemed to bring her around and unsteadily she managed
to straighten and I could see her eyes once more, seemingly pleading with me
to plant one on her chin but instead I powered a slightly cross hit right into
the bloody nipple of her left breast screwing my fist around as it ground
against her ribs. I leant in to the blow and watched Jade's eyes cross the
instant my fist struck home and then as my fist withdrew, the flattened and
momentarily white boob leapt back into shape, instantly changing into an angry
purple mass of quickly swelling bruised flesh tipped by a turgid and bloody
nipple.

Jade's eyes opened wide and her face paled even wider as she fought against
unconsciousness but this last blow most have done serious internal damage to
her boob as I could see it swelling and drooping just as Jade herself was
sliding down the corner post, her legs slowly parting as they struggled to
keep her upright. I helped her back upright with an uppercut to the base of
her less damaged right boob, my fist hitting with a solid wet thwock and
momentarily bringing Jade back to her feet but her eyes had fluttered back in
her head and the blow struck with barely a murmur escaping from her lips as
she passed out. Still on her feet she started to slowly slip down the corner
post gathering speed as she fell so that when her bum hit the floor she
bounced back a little before finally slumping unconscious onto her side.

The ref started his count, but it was a formality. Jade did regain
consciousness as the count reached 10, but such a dim and pain filled
awakening that she could only groan and roll into a foetal position trying to
cradle her abused breasts and gain some relief and I soon thrilled to hear the
ref announce ‘2nd round to Mary by breast ko' A huge cheer went up from the
audience as such a ko was rare and a few lucky people would have won bets with
very long odds.

‘The next round will commence in 10 minutes' announced the ref. Goody I
thought as I eased down onto my corner chair, 10 minutes for the swelling to
grow, 10 minutes for each boob to become twice, maybe three times as
sensitive. I watched with satisfaction as Jade was helped into her chair,
wincing with each jiggle of her now hugely swollen boobs, the bloodied left
especially bloated and hanging much lower than the right. Jade cried out as
her second gently wiped the blood from her areola and nipple; even this touch
to her raw sensitive flesh was agony. I enjoyed the view for 10 minutes and
admired the work of Jade's second as she tried to get some belief back into
her, even if it was only belief that she might still last out the time limit.
Clever, because for her second, every minute the fight lasted earned her more
pay!

The 10 minute break was up and Jade reluctantly and with difficulty got back
onto her feet, her boobs swollen so much with blood and swelling that they
seemed welded onto her chest. The bleeding from her left boob had been stopped
but both abraded nipples looked wet and it would take nothing much to start
blood leaking from both nipples and areola. The ref waved us both into the
centre of the ring and I quickly strode forwards ready to send Jade back to
sleep. Jade, for her part slowly and fearfully, but with some pride walked
towards me. The ref beckoned her forwards and as she reached the ring centre
he flicked his knife through the side legs of Jade's panties, flinging the
remains of the sodden garment to my corner as a trophy. Jade almost seemed
about to cry as she tried to hide herself but, at that moment the ref waved
box on and Jade didn't even have time to raise her guard as I plowed my fist
into her right boob with as much power as I could muster and as my fist knife
into the heart of her breast I screwed my fist around to make sure that as
well as crushing the gland I stretched ligaments and flesh in the most
agonizing way that I could.

It felt like striking a water balloon, even Jade's less damaged right boob had
swollen enormously, a mixture of blood leaking into milk sacs and tenderized
swollen flesh bloated out the orb and made it sag somewhat down Jade's body,
the flesh seeming to visibly strain to hold itself together, and of course
with all this damage the effect of my punch was devastating. Jade was starting
to scream even before my fist had penetrated to her ribs, but then as her
flesh bulged around my glove and my forearm juddered with the impact of my
glove against her sharp bony ribs her scream instantly scaled into a frenzied
despairing cry that cut of as my fist rotated against her ribs, grinding and
stretching abused flesh so much further than Jade's mind could cope with.
Jade's face blanched and her eyes fluttered as she staggered away from my
fist, her right breast now swelling quickly as with the damage I had just
caused blood quickly started flowing into her milk sacs, filling and
stretching them to bursting. I knew that Jade would be able to feel the
pressure build, as with each heartbeat and pulse, blood was being forced from
the damaged breast tissue into her milk sacs, which once filled would continue
to expand as more and more blood was forced into them. Eventually the pressure
of blood would be so great that her milk ducts would be forced open despite
the great pressure from swelling that was keeping them closed at present. And
as the pressure grew within her boob Jade would feel it, a growing searing
pain, and know that in just a short time her boobs would burst and her very
life blood would be expelled in violent, excruciating streams.

These thoughts flew through my mind as Jade's face paled with shock and her
eyes bulged at the savage pain that assailed her. Somehow she absorbed the
blow without passing out but it must have been close as she reeled back away
from me barely managing to keep upright. Her right boob now quickly joined her
left, swelling ever larger and drooping lower and lower down her body. Jade
looked at me with tear filled eyes and screamed ‘Nooooooo' as I drove a beauty
of a left hook across her right boob, striking it on the inside quite deep the
punch connected solidly before being allowed to slide over the abraded skin
and the boob bulged out to Jade's side as my glove ground across the areola
and nipple. As the boob swung back into place a growing line of blood droplets
formed in the wake of my blow on the inside of the boob and leading up to the
nipple, I quickly repeated the blow, this time with my left striking the
outside of Jade's right boob first and with this blow Jade lurched away from
me into the ropes as my fist laid open the skin of her breast countless small
drops of blood running down Jade's skin from the red raw tip of her abused
boob.

I slowly followed Jade who, as she reached the ropes turned, her face a
picture of abject fear. ‘No more', she cried as she turned her back on me. I
pushed her fully into the rope, she yelled as the top rope cut into her boobs
and I pushed it down past dragging her bloated orbs down until the rope was
past and the sprung back up. I pushed her further into the ropes and she
started to lean out towards the crowd as the ropes stretched. Now I pushed
down as hard as I could on the top rope, managing to get it down to my waist I
got my leg over it and using all my body weight I pushed it fully to the
floor. I'd released Jade, but she hadn't realised what was about to happen....
She would now... I stepped back. Like a rocket the heavy, rough ring rope
whipped up into the base of Jade's breasts, the rope disappearing into her
swollen orbs looking as if it was about to dissect them as it cut into her
bloated breasts driving them up Jade's body with so much force that Jade was
lifted of her feet, her boobs leading the way as they stretched up well above
her shoulders. Finally the rope broke free of Jade's boobs and the coarse rope
twanged across the nipples, turning the front of each of Jade's boobs into a
blood red mass of raw abraded flesh, blood streamed down the flanks of her
boobs as Jade, somehow still conscious came back to ground, turning, and
somehow staying upright with her back against the now red stained ring rope.

For a moment Jade had enough consciousness to remain standing, her breasts had
just taken an awful blow, perhaps the pain was so great that her pain
receptors had switched off! I watched as her bloody nipples engorged before my
eyes, blood streaming from the cuts all around her nipples and areola, but
somehow her straining milk ducts had not yet given way and if anything her
breasts were still managing to swell. It was impossible to imagine a cup size,
I'd never seen breasts take so much damage and not burst, but they were at a
cusp. Jade looked down and saw the bloody peaks of her nipples and at that
moment at least a couple of seconds after the hit, the impact of the blow made
itself felt, Jade's face blanched and her eyes fluttered back in her head and
she slumped down to the ring floor.

The ref started a count, and at the same time waved Jade's second into the
ring. After 10 seconds Jade was still out, but now rolled onto her back and
pulled into a seating position with her head forwards as smelling salts were
applied. Jade coughed into unwilling consciousness at 20 seconds and with the
refs help she was hauled onto her feet at 25.

‘Penalty blow awarded to Mary' announced the ref Jade, suddenly becoming aware
of what was happening screamed out ‘no, no, no, I can't take anymore, I can't
go onnnnnn' this last dissolved into a drawn out wail before Jade in a hoarse
impassioned voice said, ‘please, I can't take a punishment blow..... my
breasts, my breasts...'

But even as she was crying out Jade was being firmly hustled into position and
Jade was still looking aside and pleading with the ref when I drove my right
fist right at the centre of the bloated mass of her left breast. The breasts
seemed to envelope my entire glove, taught as a drum my fist impacted with a
wet smack as it hit the bloody swollen nipple but the tenderized flesh was no
match for my driving fist as it knifed right into the heart of Jade's bloated
boob first compressing and then crushing the blood swollen milk glands against
Jade's ribs. I could only imagine the blood been forced under extreme pressure
out of the lobules, it's only escape was through the milk ducts, which with
the tremendous swelling in the breast were squeezed tightly shut. But now,
with this last blow the huge pressure of blood in the milk glands was so great
that a multitude of powerful jets erupted from Jade's bloated nipple the
moment my fist withdrew. I knew from an earlier fight of mine that each tiny
but powerful jet would feel like a hot wire being drawn through her flesh and
not surprisingly Jade fainted and was eased to the ring floor, her left boob
now completely destroyed flopped down beside her on the floor streaming
powerful jets of blood across the ring floor.

The ref counted whilst Jade's second worked on her but, to no avail and the
ref awarded the round to me announcing to the senseless Jade that the next
round would commence in 10 minutes. In theory there was little that Jade's
second could do, at least legally, but I was sure that in Jade's water there
would now be some stimulants and pain relievers, totally illegal but often
tolerated. The seconds earned their money o the time a fight lasted so, it was
only natural that there would be a little bit of cheating going on. I watched
and gave a little wink as I saw Jade being fed water from an unmarked bottle,
and it did seem to perk her up, although all things are relative! By the time
the ref was calling time the bleeding from Jade's left boob had slowed to a
trickle, as Jade stood up her left boob flopped down almost down to her naval,
a purple, red and black floppy mass in contrast to her right boob which was
sagging somewhat due to the huge weight of blood, but, so taught was it that
it almost looked like one of those joke boobs, a huge cylinder jutting out
from Jade's chest.

Despite the stimulants and painkiller Jade was extremely reluctant to come out
for the round, Jade only came into the ring when the ref announced that if she
didn't make scratch she would be strung up and I would be instructed to target
her breasts until the time limit was up.

The fight was on again, Jade, petrified, shuffled back into her corner as I
advanced, doing her best to keep a guard up, but with my earlier targeting of
her shoulders and upper arms, and the damage to her breasts and chest her arms
quickly dropped too low to be of any use so I quickly nailed her floppy left
boob with a right fist deliberately angled down to strike the top flank and
drive the mid section of the boob into her ribs. The tip of Jade's breast
instantly bloated up as my fist struck and once again huge powerful streams of
blood hissed out of Jade's boob, so strongly I could here it! Jade screeched
an unearthly yell and sagged against the ropes, but she didn't pass out much
to her own amazement, if not mine! She was desperately close though and she
sagged against the ropes and started to slide sidewise away from the corner,
and it needed a desperate grasp of the rope to stop her from falling and
receiving a penalty blow.

I needed to overcome the effect of the stimulant if I was to achieve my aim, I
didn't want the fight stopped, I wanted to knock her out so completely that
the fight was finished with a punch, not a tko, so before trying to knock her
out by blasting her right boob I needed to wear off the drugs she'd been given
first. Jade clung to the ropes, a few steps away from the corner and she was
doing her best to get her guard up as I slowly approached, in fact she did
actually manage it! But I just hooked into the bulbous tip of her dangling
left boob making sure my fist ground viciously against the red raw skin that
surrounded her nipple. Her boob flew out to the side, stretching grotesquely
and flinging a spray of blood over the audience, Jade groaned piteously but my
left uppercut was already on it's way, and with the boob still flung out to
one side my left fist whipped into the stretched out flesh and in normal
circumstances the blow would have been a fight stopper as my fist went
straight into the heart of Jade's boob striking hard at already mashed up
internal glands. In fact Jade wavered, her eyes fluttered for a moment before,
again, stumbling further down the ropes she again regained control though her
stentorian breathing of huge deep breaths and sobs showed how close to
breaking she was.

I whipped in a another pair of hooks, this time to her right boob, but careful
to make sure that I didn't strike too deep and I began to sense that the
medication was starting to wear off as this shouldn't have hurt quite so much
but Jade almost fainted. Jade was almost in the corner so I nailed her left
boob with a fierce straight right, hitting midway between the nipple and the
base, angling the blow in to her body to knock her the last step into the
corner. Blood now streamed out of this nipple and Jade gave a short cut of
yell as she sagged in the corner. Quickly I got may arms under hers and flung
them over the top rope and held her upright whilst she was more or less
unconscious for around 10 seconds. Then her eyes fluttered open and I stared
into them, I wanted her to know, to be aware, of the final blow and to know
that it was coming, and why. ‘This is for all the deaths and misery you've
caused selling those fake drugs, for all the families you've destroyed this is
for them and I wound up my right fist and blasted it into her turgid nipple.
Her breast instantly gave way, streams of blood exploded around my glove but
I'd timed my punch perfectly and Jade fell right onto my rising left fist,
already unconscious but this last blow was the sure fire coup de grace, it hit
the base of her right boob as she was falling straight down and my fist
momentarily stopped her fall by flinging her erupting boob up high over her
shoulders giving the audience a last final spray of blood before without a
sound Jade fell senseless to the floor, her huge ruined breasts flopped down
either side of her and slowly growing pools of blood trickled from each
distended nipple

The End

Tj

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