Cruising for a bruising.
By Smac.
A shipload of women boxers.

Corrected 12/06/2001

The air in the day cabin was thick with cigar smoke. 
"Jees, for Christ's sakes, will someone get a window?" 
He meant porthole of course, but no-one corrected him. 
No one would.
He was in one of his moods, to make things worse. 
"Look, do we get this goddamn show on the road now, or what?" 
The others cringed, visibly.
One of the four dark-suited men stood up, hands on hips.
"Mr. D'Cadcork, why don't we just do this thing like we ran it 
in Aberdeen last summer, we could get straight onto it then, we 
don't need to change nothing." 
The big man in the leather  chair grunted  several  times,  cleared  
his  throat uneasily, he didn't like to be railroaded, he'd wanted 
to get out on the road and find what he wanted.  
But what he was being told made sense.
"What's the timescale?" he growled.
There was a pause, he'd been put on the spot now himself.
"Go for the presentation Saturday." 
It gave them five days once they'd docked.
"Ok, it's your show, we arrive in Southampton in the morning, I  
guess you'd all better start on it now, I'm for the sack."
Stubbing out his enormous cigar and yawning, he left them to it. 
The three men shrugged their shoulders.
"I guess we'd better rustle up some coffee, it's going to be a 
long night."


They managed to get washed and shaved before the boss got them 
together again.
"What's the score?"
"Same as last year, like we agreed,  we handbill  the  pubs,  
clubs,  hotels  and stuff as wide as we can, I reckon we could 
even go as far as London  if we print enough.  The printing will 
have to be done today, so that's going to cost an  arm and a 
leg."
"Yeah, yeah get on with it," growled the boss.
"That's  about  it  really,  all  you've  got  to  do  is ok the 
handbill."
"You got it."
He shoved a scruffy A3 pad across the polished wood.


WANTED TOUGH WOMEN BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18 and 40

Wouldn't you like a fortnight's cruise on a luxury cruise ship, 
all expenses paid plus the chance of a fat bonus at the end. 




	You must be physically  fit ,	active, not over weight,  
not afraid of  hard  work  and able to with stand some ill 
treatment.


IF YOU WANT TO MEET US BE AT THE  GANGWAY
	OF THE 'OLYMPISN' IN  SOUTHAMPTON
	 DOCKS
AT 2. 00 PM ON SATURDAY THE 29TH. JULY.
	PHONE  0703-	9am-5pm	For details.


All travelling expenses will be met on production of a receipt.

"Yeah, that looks alright.  Hey, what about this 'phone  number,  
that  can't  be right!"
"No, we ain't got a shore line yet, so  we  won't  know  the  
number  till  we're connected."
"Get on it, grease some palms if necessary, hey and get Jo and  
Sam  in  here  on your way."
The room emptied.
Five minutes later two fit looking track-suited women came in.
"We were working out."
"Good, now look you remember this time last year we got some 
girls to box for us, well we're going to pull the same stunt 
this weekend,  ok?"
Both nodded enthusiastically.
"It'll be a lot of work for you, but that's what I pay you for.  
If you do a good job you'll get some of the action."
"Oh, I'll need you here Saturday, until then, your time's your 
own."

For a few days the pavements of London and several South Coast 
cities, especially  Southampton were littered with the garish orange 
leaflets.
But the success of the campaign could be measured by noon on 
Saturday as a fairly long queue had already formed on the 
quayside.
"We may as well get the first lot on board and processed," 
snarled Mr. D'Cadcork.
One of the yes men bellowed at the gangway and they began to 
troop on board.
"Get down there and make sure no fellas get on board," he 
growled. 
There were scores of women filing up the gangway.
Thu clerk had checked in over  120  and  now  they  were  
ankle deep in stateroom carpet.
"If I could have your attention ladies......... 
The low hubbub faded down.
"I ain't gonna waste your time or mine so here's the bottom  
line.   We're looking to have a boxing tournament between some 
of you ladies in two weeks time, just before the end of the 
cruise.  During the cruise you'll do some training and have some 
fun, but on the last Friday you'll be boxing.  I won't say how 
much the winners will get unless you are going to stay, but it 
won't be peanuts."
Many of the women were already grabbing personal belongings.
"If you want to go now, see the purser in the ante room and 
she'll reimburse your expenses."
There was a veritable stampede of stiletto heels.
He had a quick count up after all had left.  Twenty women 
remained. He let them talk amongst themselves for another ten 
minutes. When he counted again there were only fifteen.
"You all staying?"
There was a lot of murmuring, but no positive sign of dissent. 
"Take 'em into the lounge, soft drinks," he whispered.
He went back on deck.  It was the official time for the  
presentation  and  there were about the same number of women 
queuing again.
"Let's have them, tell any one else the show's over."
The procedure was repeated and by three thirty there were about 
thirty women  and girls in the lounge.
They had been given refreshments and all the talk was of 
expenses and speculation over bonuses and so on.
"Right girls, the next step is the video."
By now the two trainers, Jo and Sam, had joined the group.
He nodded to Jo and she nudged the other.
"We are going to show you a video recording of one of boxing 
matches at  the  end of last summer's cruise.  
The two girls were from Aberdeen and the winner of the fight 
left the ship with £5500."
Sam dimmed the lights and Jo got the picture up on the giant 
video display. 
The women turned their heads expectantly.
The fight they saw was hard and fast, the two girl boxers were 
both  trying  hard to win, they sure knocked the shit out of 
each other.  It was a brutal and bloody fight.
Half an hour later it was all over.
And only four prospective boxers  remained in the room. The men 
looked at one another.
"It could have been worse," suggested one of them.
"They could all have gone," thought Jo, "still it makes our job 
easier. 
There'd been eight women last year, but then that had been 
Scotland! 
"You're all sure?" asked the boss, "otherwise we may as well 
call the whole thing off, it's cost me plenty all ready."
The four women all nodded eagerly, obviously keen for the bouts 
to take place. They fell into two age groups.  Two of  them  
looked  in  their  early  twenties, the other pair in their 
early thirties.
"We cast off in thirty minutes, if you're all still here by 
then,  we'll  do  it. Don't worry about clothes or anything, 
these two," he indicated Jo and  Sam,  "will see that you get 
everything you want once we're under way.  If you want to make a 
'phone call, you'd better do it now, don't forget we won't see 
this  place  again for two weeks."
He turned and, followed by his entourage, left them to talk.
Whether by accident or design the two trainers stayed with the 
women as well. 
They were all still in the lounge when the ship gave  a  shudder  
and  the  floor began to vibrate gently as the screws dug in to 
spring her off the dock wall.
"0k," said Jo, 'the first thing is a look round the gym  complex  
and  then  I'll take some details from you.  Afterwards, the 
good part, I'll show you your cabins and you can relax till 
dinner."
The sports facility took up a good part of the mid-section of 
the yacht.  All the main rooms were well above the water line 
and so were bright and airy.
There was of course the gym, it's changing room, a fair-sized 
swimming pool, the 
arena with it's boxing ring and, a room that the  trainers  only  
let  them  peek into, the recovery room.  There were cot beds 
inside and an awful lot of medicine cabinets and drip stands and 
so on............
They returned to the changing room and were told to relax on the  
benches  around the bulkheads.
Sam handed out four cards.
"Fill in what you can, any gaps we'll deal with in a minute."
Name
Age
Height
Weight	
Bust
Waist	
Hips....

Previous boxing experience


I, the undersigned exonerate Smegma Inc. of any liability for my 
personal loss or injury whilst on the SS. Olympian.

Signed                                 Date 


The two trainers talked amongst themselves for a few minutes.
"All done?" asked Sam.
She collected the cards.
"Ann?"
One of the younger ones raised her arm.
She scanned down the details.
Age: 24
Height   5-6
Weight   8-7
Bust  I 38c
Waist   22
Hips  : 36
Experiences Plenty of fights, but never with the gloves on.

"Beth?"
The other young girl nodded.
Age: 22
Height.'	5-5
Weight:	8-10
Bust  I	38C
Waist :	23
Hips  ;	36
Experience: Done plenty of sparring and training with  other, 
male boxers,  but 		never a serious fight with man or 
woman.


"Carol?"
Age: 35 
Height  5-7 
Weight   10
Bust     38C
 Waist  26 
Hips  : 38
Experience: Unlicensed boxing in the East End since age  29.   
About  20  fights, mostly 10 rounds in 6 or. gloves.  Won all 
but 2.  10 by Ko.


The other older woman, swallowed hard as the last part of the 
big woman's  form was read out aloud.
"Too late to back out now," she thought.

Precisely what the thing was about.

Lastly it was her turn for her card to be read out.
"Dawn."
Age 34
Height:	5-6
Weight:	10-2
Bust   40C
Waist  27
Hips   37
Experience: Plenty of boxing from age 20 to 30, but recently 
only  sparring with friends very occasionally.
"Well they can all express themselves," thought Sam.
She really thought herself too good for this job.  Not only  was  
she  a  trained physiotherapist, but a Karate international too.
"Just  a  few  more  words,  then  we'll  show  you  your  
cabins.   Firstly  the accommodation itself, well the cabins are 
really huge there's no danger of  you're getting in each other's 
way, and we feel that you  say  like  company,  we've doubled 
you up.  Don't worry, if things don't work out, there's plenty 
of room to move around.  As far as the training is concerned, it 
will just  be  me  and  Jo. I've got a medical background and 
Jo's an SRN and we're both at the top  in  our own chosen 
sports.  This is to say that the men you saw  will  not  
interfere  or even observe you at work.  So never think that you 
are making a fool  of yourself, it will just be us six together."
"Right, make sure you've got everything."

Sam whispered to the other trainer as soon as they'd gained a 
lead over the four gawping women.
"The match is obvious so Anne and Carol get port the other two 
starboard." 
Jo nodded.
"I expect they'll get on."
"They'll be too bloody tired not to," thought Sam.
"I see what they  meant  about  plenty  of  room,"  crooned  
Dawn, "it's  bloody enormous, we won't know the other's here."
Not only were the rooms big, there were plenty of beds dotted 
around.
Dawn pitched on a huge circular bed in an alcove which could be 
curtained off.
"This'll do me."
Beth, sprawled on a luxurious setee. 
"Bleedin' marvellous innit."
Dawn held her council, she was beginning to wonder what was 
expected of  them,  to warrant all the luxury.
But then she'd watched the video hadn't  she!
Dinner was a long, drawn out affair and Mr. D'Cadcork didn't 
seem too amiable. 
Indeed he sighed deeply as the last of the women left the dining 
room.
"We'll go into the lounge," suggested Sam, "Jo will have some  
things  ready  for you soon I expect."
The four sat with soft drinks whilst their two trainers carried 
in stores.
"You'll find all the toiletries you need in your  cabins,  and  
by  tomorrow  the purser will have stocked your wardrobes with 
clothes which should fit you for the evenings.  Training during 
the day is what this is really for."
They gathered round.
"Help yourselves,' said Sam magnanimously.
There were trainers, shorts, ring  boots,  bag  gloves,  
Gum shield,  track  suit bottoms, everything one might need for boxing training.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" asked the blonde  Dawn, 
sifting  through  her 
pile, "there's no singlets, or tops to my track suit."
"Ah well," thought Sam.
She cunningly nodded at Jo.
"Err, well we told you there'd be no men allowed to watch us 
train umm  we'll all be bare to the waist you see, till the
fighting is over that is."
Again there was little point in arguing.
"You'll soon get used to  it," said Sam heartily, "do you good."
"When does the training start?" asked Anne.
"After breakfast in the morning," she snapped.
She looked at the watch on her shelf like bosom.
"Time for a nightcap, then bed."


Next morning they were back in the dining room.
"It's probably too bleedin' early for Mr. High and mighty," 
moaned Carol.
It was the first time she'd been up before nine for donkey's 
years. Seven o'clock it was and the breakfast certainly wasn't 
worth getting nice warm bed for.
Grapefruit and coffee. No sugar with either.
"I'm not going to make it," groaned Beth.
"Right girls, changing room please," ordered Sam.
"Shorts and trainers will do this morning.  Put all your clothes  
in   the  corner and they'll be ready for you Saturday week."
"It's like being in the nick," scowled Carol knowingly.
She noted, approvingly, that the two trainers were undressing as 
well.
"Into the gym."
Stripped to the little white nylon shorts the match was even 
more evident.   Only the Ann and Beth could fight one  another, 
so it was with Carol and Dawn. One thing they did all have in 
common though was big tits.
"The boss is going to love this," sighed Sam, glancing quickly 
at the unobtrusive bulges in the bulkheads round the gym.
All the sports complex was covered, even the shower rooms  with 
voice  activated video cameras driving sophisticated studio
recording equipment.  
Not  a  move  the women, or their trainers would make over the 
next fortnight would go unrecorded, indeed there were several 
stations around the rooms where Sam and Jo could  alert the 
control room if anything particularly interesting were about to 
happen. 
Sam, thinking that the first time they all appeared topless 
together was such a moment, put out a hand to steady herself 
whilst she purported to brush her  thigh with one hand whilst 
with the other pressed a button lost in  the  decoration of the 
bulkhead.
She could see, in her mind's eye the men gathered round one of 
the  monitors  and hear their lewd remarks.
She'd been in the room several times the year before and 
marvelled it the clarity of the picture and sound that was 
achieved.
It must have cost the old man thousands.  Still it was his 
money, that he  wasn't afraid to spend it on  this little 
obsession of this was so much the  better for her.  It was the 
school holidays, no more coaching till September.
She thought of the group round the monitor again, "right, 
jumping on  he  spot  I think, just to warm up."
She had to admit to herself, it was a stirring sight.
Carol's massive right breast sported a small tattoo of a 
butterfly on  it's  upper slope.
The two older women's tits looked as if they were about to pull 
them over.
"Ok, stop for a minute," Carol, you must have done bag work?" 
She nodded.
"Put your bag gloves on and show us what you can do."
She got the gloves out of the flight bag they'd all been given, 
pulled  them   on and marched over to the corner where the heavy 
bags hung.
Dawn's jaw fell when she began to punch.
The blows  were  crisp  yet  heavy,  her  stance  just  like  
that of  any  male professional boxer.
Sam glanced at Dawn, she already knew where most of her work lay 
with this pair. She decided to let Carol work out for a few 
minutes on  the  bag,  if  she  tired quickly it might put some 
heart back  into her erstwhile opponent. Fortunately, after 
about five minutes she folded.  She'd  kept  up  the  pressure 
till the last moment though, it wasn't a gradual descent.  She 
grabbed the  heavy bag and hung on, as if the thing was a real 
opponent in the ring with  her.   Her huge breasts bulged out 
under her armpits as she hugged the leather to her.
"On the bench," shouted Sam.
She marched over and shoved the woman's head between her knees. 
Her huge breasts mashed into her meaty  thighs.
After she'd recovered sufficiently Sam got all of them to try 
press ups.
"Onto the exercise bikes with you, to warm up  then  we'll  take  
you round  the circuit and record your starting performance."
There was a bank of bikes along one bulkhead and the four of 
them pedalled with a will for five minutes.
Jo took them onto the multi-gym and filled in their details on 
the backs of their cards.
It appeared to her that, whilst they were all quite strong, none 
of  them  seemed to be over fit.
"Does anybody know what this is?' asked Sam when they'd all 
finished?"
"A medicine ball," replied Dawn.
"Right, and it's a very important piece of  equipment  for  a  
boxer  especially a woman and especially for people who haven't 
much time left for training.  It will toughen you up and, at the 
same time, let you  know  how  tough  you're  getting. Look."
She passed the ball to Jo and lay on the mat.
She nodded, her college let the ball drop onto her taut, bare 
belly. There was a fearful thud but Sam merely smiled and  
curled  up  round  the  ball, letting it drop between her 
thighs.
She got up and raised her palms.
Jo picked up the heavy ball and tossed it at her, chest high. 
She chested it back towards her and it landed at her feet.
She did grimace a bit at this but her breasts had been 
completely  flattened  and it must have hurt like hell.
'Anyone care to try?"
It was the big Carol who offered herself again. 
"Belly or tits?" asked Jo.
"Tummy to start with," she said lying ready. She screamed when 
the ball hit her.
Sam told her partner to take the others to see the pool while 
she dealt with  the gagging woman.
'You're too gutsy for your own good," she whispered when they'd 
gone. 
She still gasped for breath, and was a  peculiar colour.
"Good job it wasn't me tits," she croaked after a couple of 
minutes. 
"Yes, that does take some doing," she smiled, cupping her own 
big, proud breasts.
"They've never let me down."
"You mean you box too."
"Oh yes, who do you think started this whole thing, me and 
another girl a  couple of years ago."
"What about Jo?"
"Yes, her too I've seen her in some damn good fights." 
Carol stood up.
"I should take it easy for the rest of the day, we can't afford 
any injuries."
"Thanks for the concern," she thought.
"What about you and Jo putting on a little bout for us?  You've 
nothing to  worry about."
Sam grinned and frowned, but the seed was sown.
They talked about it In Sam's cabin that night over a drink.
"Are you game?" asked Sam.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind, we could do it during the day, say 
tomorrow and it  would serve as an exhibition match."
"You'd want it to be competitive though?"
"Oh yes," grinned Jo, "in six ounce gloves and to win."
"Hmm," thought Sam, "it's strange how none of the  women  have  
asked  about  the fight rules.  I think we'd better tell them 
tomorrow, perhaps it will make them take their training even 
more seriously."
"Yes, ok, I'll get everything ready first thing in the morning."



The reluctant volunteers trooped into the changing room.  Soon 
they were  all  in shorts and trainers, their magnificent 
breasts swung about their  chests  as  they marched to the gym.
The two trainers were there already, the atmosphere was 
pregnant. 
Sam smiled at Carol.
Me and Jo are going to fight this morning.  I think you two, she 
glanced at the younger girls, have never seen two women boxing, 
so  it  should  give  you  some idea.  We'll fight to a 
decision, that is till one of us wins, wearing six   ounce 
boxing gloves.  On the subject of rules, I can't help but notice 
that none of you have brought the subject up but you'll wear 
four ounce leather boxing gloves  and you too will fight to the 
finish."
Carol in particular swallowed hard.  She hadn't actually boxed 
wearing four ounce gloves herself but she'd seen a number of  
fights  where  they'd  been  used  and remembered well the 
injuries the cruel leathers had caused  to  the  women  who'd 
been brave enough to wear them.
'Why not four ounce gloves for you two?" she asked, blatantly.
"We can't afford to get busted up, we've got to  get  you  four  
ready  for  your fights," replied Jo callously.
Dawn's guts heaved.
"Right then," said Sam brightly, Anne and Dawn can second Jo, 
you two come with me," she lead them round the ring to the 
opposite corner.
On the post hung a pair of black leather boxing gloves. 
Beth unhooked them and began to examine them.
"They look quite small enough to me." 
Jo plonked herself down on her stool.
"Right, first things first.  I must get these trainers off 
before  you  glove  me up, I hate wearing anything on my feet 
when I'm boxing.
Anne took them from her.
"Ok," she nodded to Dawn, "cut some of that adhesive tape for my 
knuckles and the laces."
She looked mystified.
"Here," said Anne.
She cut six pieces about three inches long and two about three 
feet long, hanging   them all on the top rope near Jo's head.
Jo held out her left hand and she taped three of the short 
strips our  her  bony knuckles.
"Why do that?" asked Dawn.
"You can hit harder without hurting your hands, it saves sore 
knuckles,  offered Anne.
Jo nodded slowly.
"It seems funny getting ready to box at this time of  day,"  she  
said,  half  to herself.
Anne glanced at her watch, not quite eight o'clock yet.
"Gloves next," said Jo, noting that Sam already had her right 
one on.
"Aren't you scared?" asked Dawn, as she watched the older woman 
glove her up. 
"Yes, but that's all part of boxing.  I love to box so you have 
to  get used  to being scared and sometimes hurt, it's all part 
of the  sport.   You  wouldn't  be here if you didn't know what I mean."
Dawn coloured up.
She was being naive, of course it wasn't just the money, she did 
want desperately to test herself against another girl in the 
ring.

To be continued.