"Battle of Wills", part 3 By Hardie E.mail Jenny sets about the final destruction of her large, male cousin. This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only. The story so far:- In her Will, Jenny's grandmother left all her considerable wealth to the winner of a series of contest between Jenny and her older cousin, John. John had beaten Jenny at chess, but the girl, despite being younger than her cousin and a lot smaller than him, had surprised everyone concerned by giving the young man a terrible beating at wrestling. She had also comprehensively beaten her male opponent at tennis. At every opportunity the girl used her considerable willpower to stare the boy out and impose her will on the unfortunate male. Now, the day after the tennis match, the final contest was taking place - boxing! ..................... Once more the adversaries were in the gym which Mr. Gish, the solicitor, had hired. John was wearing a pair of football shorts and trainers. Jenny looked as ravishing as ever in her navy blue cotton briefs, white crop top, white ankle length socks and white gym shoes. They both wore six ounce boxing gloves. John kept fidgeting with his gloves and looked most uncomfortable. Jenny, on the other hand, was quite at home with them. As soon as she'd found out that boxing was to be on the agenda, Jenny had gone to the local boxing club and signed up for lessons. Unlike her cousin, the girl had mixed her tennis practice with boxing training and was totally at home with the gloves on her tiny fists. It looked a most uneven match. The svelte body of the lithe young girl was dwarfed by the bulk of her male opponent, and no one present could see any way in which the powerfully built male could lose to the slender female. Jenny, however, exuded confidence, waving to the dozen or so girls who she'd enlisted as her supporters, and reassuring her worried mother that she'd easily win the contest. Once again she won the battle of wills by staring out the weak-willed John as they listened to Gish explaining the conditions of the contest, forcing the boy to look away from her bold gaze. "Each of you will stand in your respective boxes," announced Gish, pointing to two boxes, two feet long, eighteen inches wide and two and a half feet apart, which were painted on the floor of the ring. "You will take it in turn to aim a blow at your opponent. If either of you move outside of your box, your opponent will be given an extra blow. After twelve blows the boxing match will commence under normal rules. Any questions?" Both contestants looked puzzled. The conditions set by Mrs. Holden's Will were unusual. Jenny realised that they gave her an opportunity to soften up her opponent before taking him on in the proper boxing match, and immediately began to plan her tactics. John wasn't sure what he had to do but was too proud to ask for clarification! The contestants took up their positions in their respective boxes. Gish tossed to see who would strike the first blow, and John won. He realised that here was a chance to finish the contest with one massive punch. On Gish's signal, he swung a haymaker at Jenny's head. The girl simply swayed gracefully aside, allowing the boy's ponderous punch to pass over her shoulder. Completely unbalanced by the force of his blow, John stepped out of his box. Without waiting for any signal, Jenny drove her own first punch hard into the boy's corded stomach. Although the blow did little damage, John automatically dropped his hands. Jenny, pivoting neatly within her box, smashed a right uppercut into his exposed jaw. As Jenny's supporters cheered her success, John staggered back, shaking his head, dazed by the girl's punch, protesting that she's hit him unfairly. "You stepped outside your box," explained Gish, "so Miss Jenny had an extra strike. As you've moved outside your box again, Jenny is entitled to another blow! Now please calm down. Any dissent can lose you the contest!" John moved back into his box, seething with rage, crouching in defence behind his massively muscled arms. Gish gave Jenny the signal. Lazily, she swung at the young man's head. Instinctively he raised his guard, just as the girl halted her feint and drilled a smashing right into his solar plexus. John grunted as his muscles took the full force of the girl's punch, hurting him as here tiny fist smacked into his flesh. But he managed to stay inside his box. Now it was his turn. He decided to hook the girl's fragile looking body, Surely if he hooked, he must either hit her or force her to step outside her box! Then he could finish her! His fist lashed out. John's muscular arms, however, were incapable of delivering a punch with any speed. His supple female adversary had time to thrust her knees forwards and her torso backwards as his fist brushed her stomach, once more throwing him off balance. Quick as a cat, the lithe young girl adjusted her feet and threw all her weight into the punch that smashed into the side of the boy's head as he vainly tried to stop himself from stepping outside his box. Jenny's punch, however, had caught him at just the right moment and sent his large frame staggering out of the safety zone. Jenny used her extra blow to drive her fist deep into the boy's stomach as she once again fooled him into raising his guard. Clumsily John tried to hit his elusive female target immediately after her blow landed, but he missed completely as the girl slipped his clubbing fist and smashed her own counter into the boy's nose. Blood spurted as the cartilage was ruptured by the impact of the girl's fist, causing him to lose all concentration as he yelled in pain and tried to stop the flow of blood with his gloved hands. A foot went outside his box. Gleefully the girl drove yet another punch into his reddening solar plexus, forcing the unbraced muscles to cave in under the force of her assault. "Seven strikes," announced Gish, above the noise of Jenny's female supporters. "Five to go!" "And they'll all be mine," taunted Jenny. "Won't they cousin!" Enraged, the boy threw a huge punch at the girl's head, throwing caution to the wind and stepping well outside his box. With the grace of her sex, Jenny ghosted aside, then drove her fist once more into the boy's solar plexus. This time she hit the young man as he was moving forward, thus compounding the effect of her punch on his battered muscles, and she was elated to hear him grunt in pain as she doubled him over with the force of her blow. In one swift movement the girl followed her strike on the boy's body with a right uppercut which came up from the floor and caught him flush on the jaw, sending his massive body into momentary, nerveless spasm. Dazedly the male boxer tottered unsteadily on his trunk-like legs, arms flapping as his senses swam. He shook his head, wiped the blood from his face with the back of his glove and took a long time to regain his position in his box. There were only three strikes left, and so far he hadn't managed to hit the girl once. On the other hand, she had hit him with nine ferocious punches which carried her whole weight behind them. He didn't know what to do. The girl stood there in front of him, a mocking smile on her lips, an inviting target only thirty inches away, and he couldn't hit her! Jenny was jubilant. Her grandmother's rules had definitely given her an excellent chance to beat her male cousin, and so far she had taken full advantage. She waited for his next move, fully alert, ready to strike if he made a mistake...which he did! Taking a leaf from Jenny's book, the boy attempted to fool her by feinting with his right hand, then throwing a punch with his left. The girl almost laughed at his clumsiness as his awkward feint threw him completely off balance within the confines of the box, so that his intended strike missed her by a long way. Coolly the girl picked her spot and smacked her fist into his left eye, sending him spinning out of his box yet again. There were two strikes left, and the girl had them both! John was most reluctant to enter his box again, and almost had to be dragged in by his irate father, who kept telling how useless he was getting beaten by a girl. John cursed the rules, threatened to murder Jenny when the proper boxing started, and was still mouthing off when the girl's fist drove once more into his battered stomach muscles. Even as his massive body absorbed the punch the young amazon sprang forward out of her box and smashed a flashing fist into her male opponent's damaged eye, splitting the skin above the eyebrow and sending a spray of blood flying around the ring. As the girls cheered their champion, Gish announced the end of the preliminary contest. "Last strike!" he intoned, "the boxing proper will commence in one minute. There's water to drink in your corners, and a sponge if you want to clean up." Jenny disdained the offer. She stood in her corner, legs apart, hands on hips, breasts thrusting proudly upwards as she stared unblinkingly at her foe. She knew she'd hurt the boy badly and wanted him to see that she knew it. But John was in no state to look at his triumphant cousin. His father was desperately trying to stop the flow of blood from nose and cut eye, and was, at the same time, berating his son for allowing himself to be nothing more than a punching bag for his little girl cousin. "Now go and beat her," said father forcefully as the bell rang for the start of the fight. "how can you let a girl beat you at boxing!" John stumbled to his feet, his heart in his boots. The last time he'd fought the girl in this ring she'd given him a terrible hammering, and now she had started beating him again in front of a load of girls. Only the disdain of his father and the thought of the ridicule he'd have to suffer if he lost kept him in the contest. And Jenny could sense his reluctance to take her on. With tigerish ferocity the girl began to snap punches into her male opponent's huge bulk. Firstly she attacked the boy's injured eye, opening the cut, making the blood flow so that he was blinded on that side. Then she began to destroy his body, closing with him, ripping combinations into his reddened stomach muscles and floating away while the boy frantically tried to land his own punches on her elusive figure. By the end of the first round John was openly weeping with pain and frustration. The girl spectators were chanting Jenny's name and her mother was beaming with relief at the way her little girl was defeating a larger, older male. John's father was frantic. "Hit her!" he was yelling at his unfortunate son. "Look at you. You're twice her size and she's beating you. You're losing me thousands of pounds because you can't beat a little girl at boxing! Now get in there and fight!" The young man did his best, but he was no match for the girl. Badly demoralised by his previous defeat at wrestling, his further defeat at tennis the day before and weakened by the number of punches the girl landed in the preliminary fight, John's resistance crumbled before the determined attack of the young female hellion who was bent on his destruction. Cruelly, the young tomboy tore into her strapping male opponent. The spectators could hardly believe it as they watched the slender little girl reduce the large, muscular male to a battered hulk with her flashing fists. John's efforts to resist her gradually faded away. The girl easily avoided his wild swings, while her own punches smacked into the young man's face and body with all the power of a girl who punched her weight. Gradually his muscle laden arms dropped as the girl forced him back into a corner. She laced into him as he vainly tried to gain sanctuary from her assault by cowering behind his arms. The girl could hear him sobbing as she rammed home her fists into his wilting body. His father was yelling at him to fight back, while the girls were screaming for a knock out. And it was the girls who got their wish. Pounded beyond endurance by the brutal efficiency of the girl's attack, John body began to slump. His arms dropped completely, leaving his chin exposed. With calm deliberation, Jenny lined up her target, then sent a right uppercut crashing into his jaw. Even as John's body straightened with the force of the punch, the girl smashed him to defeat with a stunning left hook. The young man's beautifully muscled body dropped onto the canvas, to sprawl unconscious at the feet of the girl who had beaten him. Jenny stepped back as Gish went through the formality of counting out the defeated male fighter, then she raised her arms in triumph as the girls cheered her victory. ........................ An hour later, in Gish's office, Jenny's mother was handed the cheque for the amount of her inheritance. John's father, still in a state of shocked dismay at the way his son had been defeated, was given the details of some minor pieces of furniture he'd inherited. John was haunted by the sight of a shapely little girl, clad in her gym briefs and white crop top, standing over his battered body with her arms raised in triumph. His cock rose when he recalled the vision, and the sensation of sexual excitement even supplanted the pain and shame he carried from the defeat. He had already gone to the toilet and masturbated once, and already his loins were churning and his cock straining for release yet again. And Jenny was radiantly elated. She had twice defeated a big, strong, older male opponent in combat. And, when she wanted to, she could overwhelm him anytime with her willpower. The Battle Of Wills was over, and it was the girl who was victorious. The end.