Boxing Camp




Dear Readers: This story, the names of the characters, its situations, and
events etc are purely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living are dead are
purely coincidental. GJ

The concept of Boxing Camp was a simple one. Take the most muscular, powerful,
beautiful women, willing to pay exorbitant amounts of money, and set them free
to rain havoc on the males slaves that were to be their personal toys. The
added sweetness of it all, was that these slaves were to be broken, mangled ,
abused ,and ultimately beaten to bloodless , pulpy red stains on the floor.
Little did these women know that this facility was run by me, Renfru Penn, a
man. I ran the whole show, but had a woman appeared to be running everything.
Here name was Laura Binot. She defied description. She was 6'2", 200 lbs,
20.5" biceps, 28" quads, 19.5" calves. Let me see did I forget anything dear
reader? OHHHHHHHHHH, she had a 42D chest and a 46" lat spread. She was also
Italian so she had a dark, swarthy completion and she tanned really nicely.
She also went through at least one personal slave each day. She had her own
disposal area, just for those that were broken ,as she "played " with them
day/night.

Laura went to the private airstrip to meet the new arrivals. It was hot and
she was wearing the standard Camp outfit. It consisted of very tight shorts in
khaki and a maroon sleeveless
muscle t shirt with the logo BC emblazoned in Gold. Needless to say, Laura
filled her outfit out perfectly, actually stretching it to its limits. A
maroon baseball cap, again with the same golden logo as the t shirt, completed
her outfit. In addition, on the back of her t shirt was a huge bicep, the
template for which, was her own actual muscle peak.

As the sleek Lear jet taxied to the jet port, Laura perused her guest list.
The names written there were: Olga Van Zant, Ming Chu, Tasha Vernon, and
Jessica (Jessy) Winslett. Soon enough, this bevy of muscle women had deplaned,
and were standing , sipping iced protein drinks, anxious to get to started on
their vacations. Laura escorted them to the Camp limo, which whisked them to
the camp proper. As these ladies exited the limo, Laura was impressed with
their degree of muscularity. Reading their profiles, she noted that each could
break a man in half if they chose to, and suck out the gristle if it pleased
them.

Soon all the women were ensconced in their private villas, getting refreshed
by very muscular wimps, who attended to their every wish. Each camp visitor
had a special digital watch which informed them of announcements, maps of the
area, schedules etc. Each newbee was notified of a special welcoming carnival,
after dinner. Each was invited to attend this very special function. Which
they did.

Promptly after dinner, a surrey with camp colours was dispatched to pick up
these new camp fun seekers.( Dear Reader: but fun for whom?) Olga was dressed
in a white and lime green outfit from Dior. It was sleeveless( of course) and
accented her huge 20" biceps. Ming was wearing a traditional Chinese outfit of
raw silk. She too had no sleeves and her massive. 18" arms were clearly
evident. Tasha was wearing a tight red sunsuit, perfectly accenting her cafè
au lai skin colour. Her short dress exposed her 30" quads. Lastly Jessy was
wearing a pink number with matching hot pants( yes hot pants). Her sleeveless
top exposed her 19"man killing arms.

As Laura escorted them to the special fun "park" for all the ladies, she
pointed out the various "games" that they could partake in. The first was a
new spin on hitting the weight and making the bell ring. The difference here
was that, instead of a hammer the ladies used their fists. Oh yes, how could I
be remiss, instead of the bell, a slave was perched at the top. When hit, a
metal fist would rise instead of a ball. The idea was to break the wimp's
face. Hence the name of the game. Beautiful, blond Olga, standing 5'11" was up
first. She walked over to the concession and stretched her neck and arms.
Looking up at her wimp, she smiled and waved one hand. As she did, she hit the
platform with the other. The steel fist shot up and took the wimp by surprise.
Everyone heard his surprise as it connected with his face. Well, he had no
face, just gore dripping down with fragments of bone, teeth, nose, and other
broken body parts. A huge container automatically came out from a hidden
recess and caught this yuck before anyone could get doused with it. Elated at
her ability, she said, "OK sisters, who can beat that?"Laura shook her hand.

Well, Tasha was up next. She waited for the corpse of Wimp 1 to be removed to
the disposal area. Soon Wimp 2 was in place. Tasha flexed her huge bicep and
walked with a very cool walk ( yes her perfect ass cheeks moved perfectly).
She stood tall and said, "Well Mr Wimp, you honky loser, Kiss my fist!" Then
she hit the platform and her steel fist rose to connect with Wimp 2's face.
She hit him so hard that she drove his jaw into his brain, ripping his head
off his shoulders. It was caught, along with the pumping fluids, into the
container. Tasha was high- fived by Laura, who was impressed with her fist
work. " Beat that SISTAS!"

Feeling extra confident, Jessy was up next. She stretched , revealing her
ample bosom which was highly striated like her incredible biceps. Then she
stepped up, and waited. The cleanup was highly efficient, and soon Wimp 3 was
in place. Jessy, her southern drawl clearly visible, yelled at the Wimp, "Oh
hon, I want those teeth for my collection. Move a drop to the right." He moved
to the right immediately. Jessy took a swing and her steel fist hit him
perfectly in the jaw. It flew out of his mouth, and landed at her feet. A
perfect set of teeth were in place. Jessy was so excited, she was jumping up
and down. Laura hugged Jessy on her powerful punch.

Lastly, Ming slowly walked to the concession. She had a tranquil air about
her. There was no doubt she was in command. Soon, the area was clean and she
was ready. She bowed mockingly to Wimp 4. Then she did a slow moving Kata
which ended in a knife strike. Ready now, she yelled ,"Hai Ya!" As she did,
she jumped into the air, so high in fact , that she was as high as her Wimp.
As she reached him, she punched him once in the face, and then she landed
softly on her feet. As soon as she landed, parts of his face began to fall off
and into the container. She had turned his face into a gory puzzle and all the
pieces were in that very red soaked container. She bowed to the ladies and was
giving a rousing ovation. Clearly, Laura awarded her first prize.

So, the women went from concession to concession. They had fun at Break His
Ribs, Bleed Him Dry and Knock Out His Teeth. Each wimp they" faced" ( not the
best word under these circumstances) was pulverized and taken to the huge
disposal site for reconstitution. You see they were made into various products
and sold for a neat profit. Soon these Amazons were in front of the last
Concession called Beat Him To A Pulp. This activity required one woman against
2 wimps. They had to pulverize them. The woman who did the most damage in the
fastest time was the winner. Only fists were permitted.

Therefore, each woman took a turn. The results were as follows:

Contestant Damage Time 
Tasha broken jaws, broken noses, 46 secs.

61 teeth extracted

Ming Same as above but 64 teeth extracted 27 secs.

2 cheekbones crushed

Jessy 64 teeth extracted, one broken and one 36 secs.

Dislocated jaw, 1 broken nose

Olga Broken jaws ( each in 3 different places), 23.4 secs.

Full extractions, Both eye sockets broken

Just as the winner was to be announced, Laura stepped up and informed everyone
that she would partake in this competition. The change would there was to be 3
Wimps.... two were visible and the third hidden. Well, Laura smiled, flexed
each mammoth arm ,and got to work. She broke the 2 visible jaws in 6 places
each, broke both noses, broke each cheekbone, broke both collarbones and
extracted full sets of teeth. The crowd went wild.

But wait, what about the third Wimp? Have you figured it out yet, dear reader?
Well have you? Sure you have. I was hiding in my secret room overlooking the
area. Suddenly, Laura threw a punch which broke the camouflaged door and my
jaw as well. She dragged me out bleeding, for all to see. As she hit me in the
mouth, extracting all my teeth, she said, "I am the new owner of Boxing Camp!"
Bam, Right cross. She broke my nose. "This wimp is going to be blood soup
soon." Bam, Uppercut. My face was broken into 20 different parts. "Now lets
count the pieces as they fall. Everyone, ready!" Well they counted. As the
last piece fell, Laura punched me in the stomach. She ruptured my intestines,
bringing up a dark black, viscous gore. "There she blows", she kidded.

I ended up dog food. But hey, Some like it Ruff!