WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, torture,  and nudity. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults over the age of twenty one.

Fisticuffs. Part 2.
By
GW



 

Round 4.

A badly battered Lady Constance gallantly stumbled to her feet before the deadline, to meet the smirking Natasha. She could scarcely raise her fists to defend herself.

After ruthlessly hammering her gallant, but incapacitated, foe nearly unconscious, Natasha stepped back took careful aim and drove her fist into the juncture of the Englishwoman's thighs, paralyzing her with pain.

Lady Constance stood transfixed by pain, clutching her injured body in shock. Natasha smiled maliciously.  Now for the coup de grâce! Natasha wound up and threw her deadliest punch!

After the decisive knockdown ending the fourth round, a jubilant Natasha was certain Lady Constance was finished. The unfortunate Englishwoman lay unmoving and deathly still, only an occasional pitiful moan proving she was still alive. Colonel Suvorov, brutishly excited by the savage match, hopefully waited several minutes, before declaring his daughter the winner.

As the triumphant father and daughter callously looked down at the battered Englishwoman, Natasha proposed she be allowed to question the unconscious pugilist. Her Father realized he had let the charade go on long enough. It was time to determine if Lady Constance was indeed a spy.

"Very well, My Dear, but see you don't kill her! The British can be rather sticky about such things."

Natasha picked up the moaning still unconscious Lady Constance, casually slung the full figured woman over her shoulder, and carried her to the infamous interrogation room, in the lower basement of Colonel Suvorov's home.

Lady Constance was just beginning to recover her senses, as Natasha expertly manacled her wrists to overhead chains, suspending her from the ceiling.

Once Natasha broke the brave English agent's stubborn resistance, Colonel Suvorov questioned Lady Constance for the rest of the day. Natasha eagerly encouraged Lady Constance at the slightest sign of reticence.

Early next morning, in the pre-dawn Russian winter, Lady Constance was discovered huddled half naked, babbling incoherently, on the steps of the British Embassy. She spent several weeks, in the Embassy Infirmary  recovering from her frightful ordeal, before she could be sent in a closed Railway Carriage back to London.

The End.