The Decider
By Smac.
Anne and Jane box to see who is the toughest woman.


During the year following the 'The Return Match' Anne and her daughter 
had trained together, neither having had a serious scrap for the whole 
twelve months just hard, very hard workouts and sparring.  Jane and 
Derek too had been training together, though the blonde did have one 
fight about half way through the year.  It was to have been a toning up 
bout but, as it turned out, her opponent, a work mate of Derek's, had 
been a push over.  She hardly threw a punch during the five rounds she 
managed to stay on her feet.   She stood defenceless at the end or round 
five so Derek stepped in to call it a TKO, thus saving her from further damage. 
She was a girl of twenty two and her ability to soak up punishment 
prompted Anne to suggest to her husband that they include her in their 
training programme.  So they were three.  The girl, a well built red 
head, was called Louise.   They had fought in bikinis, wearing eight 
ounce gloves, as yet she knew nothing of Jane's rougher,  topless  
fights  like  those  she'd  had with Anne.
Jane had gone with Anne when she went to have her nipple repierced 
about three months after their fight.  The doctor, an old rather 
conservative looking cove, was most taken aback when she explained the 
reason for her visit.  He'd been shaken to the roots when she'd gone 
there the first time and told him what it was she'd wanted done.  He 
said nothing when she pulled off her sweater and fished her huge left 
breast from the flimsy bra struggling to contain it.  He saw what was 
required of him straight away and, after carefully examining the  
scar near the nipple,  got his equipment and inserted a new sleeper.  
While he dabbed a drop of blood from Anne's swollen teat his eyebrows 
took off scalp-wards when Jane too struggled out of her sweater and 
reached round behind her to undo her bra.  The light blue material 
peeled away from her great ivory breasts.  She tweaked her nipples 
between finger and thumb and they responded, enlarging to protrude like 
two light brown thimbles.  The doctor was warming to his work.  Leaving 
the girls on their own for a few moments, he returned with a tray of 
ice cubes.  He hoped the ice would get Jane's nipples as hard as iron.  
Anne had helped him to hold the cubes over each teat, the blonde gasped 
at the sensation of ice on hot, flushed nipples, but they did clench up 
like two walnut shells.  After a minute or so of this treatment the 
nipples were duly pierced, sleepers inserted and smears of blood wiped 
up.  She crammed her bulging, adorned breasts back into their confining 
cups.
"This one's on me," Anne said.
It was on the way home they agreed on the deciding fight.  Same rules, 
same gloves.
"Oh yes, about the gloves," Jane said, "do you know, when I took them 
back to be cleaned the man checked them and said they were only four 
ouncers.  He reckoned they must have used the wrong catalogue number when they 
ordered them for me."
"I thought we'd be boxing again so, while I was there, I organised 
little surprise for you."


Derek was busy in the exercise room, whilst his wife Jane warmed up by 
skipping lazily in a corner, her lack of effort emphasized by her 
dress.  She wore tight blue jeans, trainers and a white halter top bra.
The door bell rang and they both acted at once, Jane to answer the door 
and Derek to take a last look round at his preparations. They all met 
up in the downstairs lounge.  As Anne and Mandy needed no introductions 
the four were soon chatting away happily, reviewing the events of the 
past twelve months.  Derek took the opportunity to appraise the two 
visitors.  Anne wore wine coloured leather trousers and jacket, she 
seemed to be bursting with energy and vitality.  Mandy, her daughter, 
was dressed in a black leather mini skirt and boots, topped off with a 
thin, white tee shirt.  As before she and Derek began to talk together 
while the two women drifted upstairs to change.
Anne slipped off her beautifully cut jacket and tossed it onto the bed.  
She sat down quickly and said to Jane, "do you know, I haven't had one 
proper fight since our scrap here.  I've done lots of training though." 
Her top looked like the upper half of a leotard and Jane noted the hard 
outline of her biceps under her tanned skin.  Her hair was still short, 
almost cropped. All in all she looked a very tough lady.
"It looks like you've been doing a spot of warming up?" she said.
"Just a couple of minutes skipping that's all, I can't afford to waste 
too much energy can I?" she grinned."
Anne patted the bed and Jane sat down beside her.
"How are the nipples?"
"Smashing, Derek loves the rings and so on.  I was sore for a couple of 
days, but it was well worth it.  Do you want to see?"
She reached round and undid the back catch of her bra, whilst Anne 
undid the knot behind her neck.
The blonde finally pulled the bra from her chest and the large, milky 
white tits swung free.  
Her aerolae were like small, brown upturned saucers.  In the centre of 
each was a half inch long teat adorned with a heavy gold ring. Jane 
flicked one of the rings and the nipple responded immediately, swelling 
even larger.
"My nipples have got bigger and even more sensitive since I had this 
done."
She coloured up, "how is your poor little tit?"
Anne pulled the already low neckline aside and brought out her left 
breast.  There was a large stud through the nipple but most of all the 
blonde noticed the inch long vee of scar tissue where the breast had 
been torn.'
"I haven't had a fight since we boxed, but how about you?" asked Anne, 
steering the conversation away from her disfigured breast.
Jane told her all about Louise and their very one sided scrap.
Anne listened with interest.'
"Mandy will soon be looking for someone to box, I know Louise is a 
couple of years older but what do you think?" she suggested.
Jane jumped up.
"Of course, I never put two and two together.  Hang on, I'll give her a 
ring now and get her to come round."
"She'll be here in half an hour," shouted Jane, putting down the hall 
telephone before dashing back upstairs in her topless state.
I didn't really want her to see us fight as it may have scared her off, 
but then Mandy's seen us go at it before and she's still game."
Anne nodded enthusiastically.
"Well we may as well get properly undressed," suggested Jane, kicking 
off her  shoes  and  beginning  to unzip  her  jeans.
Anne watched her struggle out of the skintight trousers.
"Do I recognize those panties?" she asked, looking at the emerald green 
silk stretched over Jane's ample buttocks.
"Yes, they're the same pair I wore last year, I thought they might 
bring me luck."
"You'll need more than luck," thought Anne, "if only you knew how much 
training I've been doing...
Anne undid her trousers whilst still sitting and wiggled her hips from 
side to side so that the sort leather could be pulled down her 
powerful, tanned thighs.
"Aren't  leather  trousers  rather  sticky?"  asked  Jane.
 I  thought they would be, but as soon as I tried them on I knew they 
were going to be great.   I really like to wear them bare assed."
It was a leotard, white, very thin and very tight.
"I thought I'd wear this, it holds me quite well," said the brunette, 
noting Jane's interest.
She shook her shoulders and her vast bosom moved only slightly beneath 
the material.
"Perhaps we should wear leotards for boxing?" she suggested, taking out 
her large gold earrings.
"Not this time," pleaded Jane, "have you forgotten, I said I had a 
surprise for  you.   I  think  you'd  better have it now."
Crossing the room, her almost bare body glowing with health and 
strength, she tossed the white gloves to Anne.  With the gloves there 
seemed to be a mess of white leather laces.  She untangled the gloves 
and lifted the laces up, pulling them through her long fingers.  A 
small triangular piece of soft, thin white leather emerged from the 
tangle of thongs.
"It's a g-string," chirped Jane, “I know how much you like leather."
Anne smiled.
"They've got tie sides so we can avoid the problem we had last time.   
If they get too tight our seconds can undo the bows and loosen them for 
us."
Anne held the vee up to her cheek.  The kid was almost as thin as the 
silk they had worn for their last fight.
"I've never  felt  leather  as  soft  as  this  before."
"Well the man I got to clean the gloves obviously asked about the 
fight, so I told him all the details.  He was turning the gloves over 
in his hands as I told him about Derek having to cut my g string off."
"My you did spill the beans didn't you."
"Well he was rather dishy, and he knows a lot about boxing. Anyway he 
suggested we used tie sided pants then, looking at the gloves again, he 
told me he'd have something for me by the time the gloves were ready 
and this is what he came up with," said Jane, holding up her identical 
string.
"We certainly will have to help each other on with these," laughed 
Anne.
The blonde rolled her tight panties down her hard, white thighs.
She massaged her clean shaven mound with one hand whilst holding the 
leather vee between her legs with the other.   Anne busied herself 
tying the thin leather thongs at her friend's hips.  At last both sides 
were loosely tied and she pushed the back string into Jane's bum crack.  
Jane gently patted the leather into place as her opponent undid the 
bows before tightening them finally.  She stood back to admire her 
handiwork  Jane stood, legs apart, hands on hips, the soft leather 
moulding her bare mound.
"You look absolutely stunning,” panted Anne, "when Derek sees you you'll 
be fighting him off instead of boxing me."
Anne struggled with her tight leotard, finally it lay crumpled at her 
feet.  She had an even sun tan, but for a very small outline across her 
buttocks and up between her legs.  Jane noticed that her mound of Venus 
was clean shaven when she knelt in front of her to sort out her string.  
Soon both wore nothing but the tiny leather strings.
"What do you think?" asked Jane, looking at their reflections in the 
mirror.   
"I thought the panties we boxed in last time were lovely, but these...    
Jane produced a jar of cold cream and, pulling the leather vee away 
from Anne's labia, liberally smeared it all over her bare, shiny lips.
"Hum... that feels beautiful," sighed the brunette, as the cool leather 
was patted back into position.
Jane rubbed a good deal of the cream into her own crotch and pulled the 
vee up tightly between her legs.  
They put their silk dressing gowns on and grabbed the boxing gloves.   
Anne examined them closely.
"They've come up like new, softer than before if anything."
 There was still some dark staining visible, especially around the 
cuffs, where the leather was rucked and uneven.
"It's funny about them turning out to be four ouncers isn't it, but 
then I always thought they were bloody hard," grinned Anne.
Their gloves dangling from their fingers, they trotted eagerly 
downstairs.

Derek and Mandy had been chatting for the thirty minutes the boxers had 
been changing.
"Any fights yet?"
He was surprised to see her shake her head.
"No just training with Mum," she replied resignedly,  "hard sparring 
sessions with her and that's all.   She says she's not putting me in 
the ring until I'm quite ready.  Apparently her first fight was a 
massacre and she doesn't want me hurt too much in my first boxing match."
"Seems sensible," he thought, "it could scare her off the fight game 
for good."
"I expect you're itching for action though eh?"
"Yeah, she says if I'm still eager to box after today she'll get me a 
fight."
During the course of the conversation he had noticed her strong arms 
and shoulders, no longer Puppy fat but firm, sleek muscle.
"You look in good shape," he prompted, ogling her sturdy thighs on view 
from the top of her long boots to the high hem of her tiny leather 
mini.  The skirt had ridden up as she wriggled on the sofa every now 
and then he was sure he could see the very vee of her white panties 
whenever her legs parted.
"You ought to see Mum put me through it in the ring," she pouted. 
"You're right," he thought lasciviously.
He imagined her stripped, ready for action with her mother, who's 
physique he appreciated so much.
"Don't you mind getting hurt?"
She looked at him for a few seconds before saying "I just want to be 
able to box like Mum."
Derek admired her courage, it was obvious that she had the spirit and 
guts to become a boxer,  all she needed was skill and experience.   The 
experience was the difficult bit, as with her mother's early fights, it 
may well turn out to be expensive for her in terms or pain and perhaps 
humiliation too, exactly what Anne was trying to avoid for her.
"Well I must say that it looks to me as though a year's boxing training 
has done you the power of good."
Mandy blushed and tugged vainly at the hem of her skirt.  She stood up 
to yank it down.
Anne and Jane came in.
"Sorry to intrude," said Anne, glancing at her daughter's attempts to 
adjust her clothing.
Mandy blushed a deeper scarlet.
Derek saved the day, "I was just saying how fit and strong she looked, 
she's a credit to you."
Anne looked at her daughter.  She was standing, hands on hips, her 
massive breasts straining against her thin tee shirt, no sign of a bra, 
her leather clad hips looked as impressive as her own.
Mandy subsided into her chair, more carefully this time. The door bell 
rang.  The two boxers looked at one another.
Jane went to answer the door.
"That'll be Louise luv," said Anne, "Jane's sparring partner. She's 
going to watch us box too.”
Mandy	looked	up	as	Anne	ushered	her	in.
She was  visibly uncomfortable,  she  could see  that  the two fighters 
had nothing on under their gowns and what was that in their hands...... 
tiny white boxing gloves.
Jane broke 'the ice by explaining to the newcomer.
 "Me and Mandy's mum have had two fights, she beat me up in the first 
and I knocked her out last year.  So we've decided to settle the score today.
Jane thought it best to make a move or the fighting would never start.
"Louise, you can second me if you like, then Derek can do the reffing."
Louise stammered, "Yes, if you like." 
"Good let's all move into the gym, come on."
The blonde led the way to the brightly lit room and was first under the 
ropes and into her beloved boxing ring.   
She went to her favoured corner and sat on the edge of the stool.  
Louise moved round   the outside   of  the ring,   to  her  corner.
"I  didn't know you boxed with anyone else," she whispered. 
"What do you think I do all the sparring for?  I'm always on the 
lookout for someone to box, you'll be the same soon enough."
Louise blushed.
"How many rounds are you going?" she asked naively.
Jane outlined the sparse rules.
"You mean you box till one of you can't go on?" she gasped.
"Yes, it's a fight to the finish there's no points decisions
here," she grinned.
Her favourite time, she wanted the gloves on now.
"Ok, get the gloves on me," she demanded thrusting out her arms.
Louise took the white boxing gloves from her.
"They look very small?"
She was used to the ten ouncers  they wore when sparring. 
"Yes, they only weigh four ounces a piece, Anne and me used them last 
time and they are pretty lethal."
Louise shuddered.  She raised one glove to her face and rubbed it 
gently against her cheek, breathing in the sharp, heady smell.
"They don't look as if they've been used?"
"Well we had them cleaned up a bit after the fight," Jane said.
By the time Louise had got one glove on and almost tied, Jane felt her 
nipples beginning to harden under the silk and a warm glow start 
between her legs, moistening the already soggy leather vee of her g-string.   
When both gloves were finished she smacked them together between her knees, she 
knew how soft they might feel brushing a cheek, but she could still 
remember the sting of them and the terrible damage both of that had 
suffered by them in their last fight.
There was no need for the impersonal, automatic bell this time, Derek 
could call them out for the rounds.
But first he brought the two boxers out to the middle of the ring.  He 
went over the rules, in a loud voice so that the two seconds would know 
what to expect.   They danced back to their respective corners.
Jane turned her back to Louise and asked her to pull the gown from her 
shoulders.  First into view came her magnificent breasts, Louise had 
often speculated what they were really like, she knew of course that 
they were big, because they sparred in bikinis and Jane's cups were 
always overflowing with flesh.   But those aurolae and long nipples, 
and the rings hanging....     
Her gaze involuntarily travelled down Jane's flat stomach and she took 
in the minute patch of white leather barely covering the blonde's mound.  She 
could even see the swollen lips clearly outlined.  She glanced across 
to Anne's corner, and there was a similar leather string.   But when 
she studied the brunette's equally massive breasts she could see no rings, 
only the merest hint of the glint of metal.  
Jane punched the air in front of her, her breasts, though firm, wobbled 
a good deal as she pumped her fists out and back.  Then she rested, 
gloves on hips, head held erect.
"Christ, they both scare the shit out of me," shuddered Louise.
Anne, her back to her corner, hands round the top rope, was squatting to 
loosen up her thigh and calf muscles.   The tiny leather g-string 
pulled up between her legs until it almost disappeared into her bare 
slit.
Derek strolled over, his eyes drinking in his wife's beautiful 
physique.
"Right, let's have them out," he Said, playfully flicking the thick 
ring thrust through her left teat.
On the spur of the moment Jane said, "Anne boxed with her's in last 
time."
"Yes, and look at the result."
Louise was mystified by it all.
"Oh a couple of days and she was as right as rain," blustered Jane.
"Well I'm not so sure," he softened, "besides Anne's only got her 
little sleepers in, not thumping great curtain rings like these."
"Don't exaggerate," soothed Jane, "besides if she's game, she's got her 
earrings upstairs.  Go on ask her."
He went over to Anne's corner and whispered his wife's challenge. Anne 
nodded enthusiastically  and  asked Mandy to  fetch  her handbag.
"My earrings are in there somewhere," she said.
She fished about till she held the two large, gold rings in her palm.  
Mandy was shocked when he mother told her what she wanted.
She'd have done it herself,  but for the  boxing gloves.
It took Mandy several minutes to replace the sleepers with the rings 
and, after all the attention her mother's normally long, stiff nipples 
looked enormous.  Anne stood up, looking down over her front at her 
huge, ringed teats and her swollen, barely covered mound of Venus.
Derek called them to ring centre to touch gloves, but they kissed each 
other lightly on the lips instead.
"That attitude won't last," he thought.
"Round One," he called.
'Let battle commence," he thought.
The two girls had great respect for each other's boxing ability and it 
was no surprise that they warily circled one another for over half a 
minute.  Jane saw an opening first and flicked a good, straight left 
lead  smacking into  the  dark  girl's mouth.
Anne lifted her left glove slightly to cover her stinging lips. She had 
forgotten how hard the cruel little gloves were, now she was determined 
to remind the blonde.
Jane tried another left but she ducked under it and clubbed a swinging 
right into the blonde's ribs.   
The white skin over her ribs flared red where the glove had landed.  
She rubbed at the bruised flesh with her left elbow.  
They exchanged leads for the rest of the round, most or the blows 
hitting their arms and shoulders but both women took a couple of hard 
punches in the face causing, in Jane's case, her blonde hair to halo out round her head.  
Her hair had been cut drastically as she had found it so hot during 
sparring and training.   Anne's close cropped hair just bounced when 
she got hit in the face, then fell back into place. 
"Stop boxing," called Derek,  stepping  in  between  them.
They turned to their corners.  Anne stood in her's whilst Jane sprawled 
on her stool.
"That was a quiet round," said Derek.
"Yes," replied the blonde, "I'm not sure how to handle her this time,  
I  think  she's  worked  hard  since  we  last  boxed."
"You could be right, you mustn't get caught with a sucker punch, but I 
think you should take the fight to her a little more or she'll sense 
that you're uneasy."
"Yeah, Ok," sighed Jane, massaging her outstretched thighs with the 
white four ouncers.
Mandy whispered in her mother's ear, "It's so hot in here under these 
lights, my top's going to have to come off."
"You may as well," she replied offhandedly.
"Another pair of tits on show won't make much difference," she thought.
Mandy tugged the tee shirt over her head.  She shook her torso, 
enjoying the freedom.   
Her great teenager's breasts bobbed beautifully.
"My God, she has got a fine pair," thought Derek as he watched the 
shirt cane off.
Louise watched too.  She'd worn a track suit to the house, unsure of 
the reason for her visit and now felt positively over dressed.
Even Derek was stripped to the waist.
"Goodness, it is  hot in here," she said to herself.
She'd thought it would probably be a training session or roadwork so 
she'd worn the bra she normally wore for training, a quarter cup 
affair, which merely supported her large breasts from beneath without 
covering or confining them at all.
"Oh well, here goes."
She wriggled out of the track suit top and stood, blushing whilst
Derek ogled the latest pair of breasts to see the light of day. They 
were by no means the biggest, but they were by far the most beautiful.  
Their top slopes and cleavage were a mass of freckles, the aurolae like 
small, pink upturned saucers and the flat nipples looked as though 
they'd be quite impressive, when aroused.  The breasts were pushed up 
and out by the sling bra beneath them, the whole effect was having 
quite an effect on Derek and he found himself trying to cover the 
bulge in his trousers with his 
hands.
He forced himself to concentrate on the timekeeping.  The rest period 
had been slightly longer than a minute.
As he waited for the second hand to sweep round, Jane stood up, 
smacking her hard gloves together in front of her chest.
The brunette glanced across at the sound and butterflies began in her 
stomach.  She couldn't miss the look of determination in the blonde's 
cold, blue eyes.
"Round two," shouted Derek, stepping back from the ring centre as the 
two girls rushed at each other.
"Looks like this is going to be a livlier round," he thought. 
Obviously Anne had come to the same conclusion, that they were there to 
fight, not pussy foot around.  
The first full minute was a slug feast.  There were no defensive moves, 
no dancing around, just toe to toe punching and countering.  He 
couldn't count the number of blows going in.  He saw his wife take a 
couple of good right crosses to the left breast at the start, the massive 
tit thudded across her chest and into the right breast, almost doubling her pain.  She 
came back after a second's stunned hesitation, to smack the dark haired 
girl in the temple with one of her roundhouse specials.  
Anne had expected to be hit in the breasts after her attack and had 
dropped her guard accordingly.   She nearly went down.
"In the first few seconds or round two...... she thought, shaking her 
head vigorously to try to regain her senses.
Fortunately for her the blonde was still racked by the pain in her 
bosom, so she didn't follow up the heavy punch.  
They both stood back briefly before returning to the fray.  
After the first part of the round they were punched out and they spent 
the last two minutes, one sweaty body propped against the other, 
occasionally torturing each  other  with sickening  blows  to  the  belly  and 
kidneys.   When the  round ended they broke up and,  as  they 
straightened to walk to their corners, their seconds were able to 
assess the damage they had sustained.   Anne, of course, had a terrible 
red weal at he left temple, the eye itself looked a little puffy.  
Other injuries were a split lower lip, blood running down her chin, 
both breasts mottled with bruises and her lower torso flaming red.  
Jane too was bruised about the breasts and belly, her nose was 
trickling blood slightly.  
As Derek had in the previous fight Louise jumped in with a sponge to 
wipe the blood from her injured face.
"We don't get cleaned up till the end of the fight Louise."
That's all she said.
The redhead left the corner to stand outside the ring, by the corner 
post, leaving Jane to sit upright on her stool, bearing her pain.
Anne too was putting brave race on it, trying to ignore her throbbing 
head and breasts and the drops of blood spattering on them from her 
mashed lips.
"How do you manage to stand getting hit so hard there?" Mandy staring 
at her mother's already swollen breasts.
"A girl boxer is going to have to take it in the tits, if you you  just 
have to come to terms with it if you want to box."
She spent the last few seconds or the rest fanning her mother with a 
towel.  Both girls were slicked with sweat after the exertion of the 
previous round.  They were both glad that all they wore were the tiny 
scraps of thin leather up between their legs. Their sweat  had soaked 
the thongs and vee of the g strings tightening them considerably, not 
enough for the boxers to be so inconvenienced as to ask for them to be 
loosened, but enough to make their pubic mounds and vaginal lips stand 
out in sharp relief.
Derek, his eyes feasting on the sight as the women boxers stood ready 
for round three, almost missed the minute again.
"Time," he called.
The two boxers danced into the ring centre, their pain filled breasts 
quivering,  the bright gold rings through their nipples glinting under 
the overhead lights.   They were warming to the fight now and 
immediately exchanged hard left leads to the face. Both heads snapped 
back sending showers of sweat droplets flying from each girl.  
Anne took the blow full on her nose, the straight punch flattened it 
against her face and the blonde was cheered to see a trickle of blood 
begin from each nostril.
"That's us quits in the nose bleed department," she said aloud. 
Anne's punch had caught her square on the forehead and the red imprint 
of the small, white boxing glove showed up clearly against her fair 
skin.  She shook her head to clear it.
"Right, if that's the way you want it," she said out loud again. As in 
the last round they stood toe to toe, this time for half a minute 
before they both became punched out.  The punches were much more 
damaging this time as their breasts were the main target.  By the time 
they began to lean tiredly on each other both girls were suffering 
agony from their tits, Jane's looked better but, as her skin was darker 
they could well be, and probably were, just as badly bruised.  Both had 
also taken several hard punches to the face and belly.   Both noses 
were splashing blood onto suffering tits.  They continued to prop each 
other up in the centre of the ring, their heads on each other's 
shoulders, the blood from their faces now trickling over each other's 
breasts.  Every few seconds one of them would summon up enough strength 
in the arms to club the other in the belly or sides.  
Even as Derek raised his arm to call a halt to the third, Anne drove a 
short right uppercut into his wife's crotch.   The curious smacking 
sound  of sweaty leather hitting sweaty leather was followed by a long 
silence.  
Anne turned and went to sit in her corner.   She watched her ashen 
faced opponent hug herself between the legs with both boxing gloves.
After a few seconds Louise climbed into the ring and, pulling Jane's 
gloves away, led her gently to her corner.  
First she dabbed the welling tears from her eyes so that Anne wouldn't 
be able to gloat for long over the fact that she'd made her cry.  Then 
she carefully tucked the blonde's head between her knees and told her 
to breathe slowly and deeply.  
After a while Jane straightened up.
Derek came over.
"You ok to go on love?" he asked quietly, "that was some punch."
"Just like the last time," he thought, "these two don't care where they 
hit each other."
"Yeah, I'm alright, but she's not going to be able to walk for a week 
if I get her in the pants."
"Hardly pants," thought Louise, "look," she interrupted, "the last two 
rounds have been the same, you burn yourself out in the first minute or 
so then you shuffle about for the rest of the round.  Why don't you 
pace yourself a bit.”
Jane thought about their last fight, it hadn't been like this, perhaps 
they were both unsure of each other and were hoping to land a lucky 
punch to end it all.   She motioned to Louise and the redhead squeezed 
the sponge out over the patch of leather between her legs, making it 
glisten wetly under the harsh lights.  
Jane sighed and leant her head back onto the corner post.  
Louise fanned her about the middle until round four was called.
It was Jane the boxer that squared up to her opponent and Anne 
immediately sensed the change in her.
Both boxers looked as if they'd been in a fight and, as they'd only 
done three rounds so far, it highlighted how hard they were hitting one 
another.   Both girls were liberally spattered with their own and each 
other's blood and Anne's left eye was quite puffed up.  They were both 
still bleeding from nose and mouth, the knuckle parts or both pairs of gloves were no 
longer bright white, but dull crimson.
Derek took in the view as his wife stood with her back to him ready to 
give and take punishment for another three minutes.  Her fair hair was 
darkened with sweat, her back and bare bum shone as did the backs or 
her powerful thighs.
"I don't think I've ever seen her look more attractive," he thought.
Just then the first punch - of the round sent her head snapping back as 
a straight right ploughed into her mouth, mashing her full lips against 
her front teeth.  
He winced as she raised her guard and looked for a counter.
"My God, she can take some stick," he thought.
The blonde never faltered though she could feel the fresh blood running 
down her chin and see it splashing onto her suffering breasts.  Her 
eyes watered as she stalked the brunette but she saw her chance as she 
circled and stepped forward, throwing one of her haymakers as she moved.  
Anne was almost sideways on to her when she hit out.  The fast arcing 
fist smacked into her left breast, flattening it and driving the nipple 
right back into her tit flesh.  She croaked as she felt her nipple ring 
dig into the centre of her breast.  
Jane pulled her fist out of the damaged tit with relish.  The breast 
quickly resumed it's swollen form but Jane could see the imprint of the 
teat ring in the aurola and a drop of blood forming on the end of the 
teat.
"Round four and I've already got her nipple bleeding," thought Jane 
cruelly.
The brunette's legs buckled but she stayed on her feet.
"I mustn't let her see how hurt I am,” was her first thought so she  
forced herself up onto her toes and began to circle her opponent.  
Every step brought fresh agony as her battered tits rolled around.  She 
felt sick and longed to be able to cradle her injured left breast in her hands, 
gloved though they were.  
Jane couldn't know exactly how hurt she was but she had a pretty good 
idea after their last fight.  
Her  first thought was to get in and smash the brunette's left breast 
again, several times.  Or as many times as if took to get her on the 
canvas for good. 
Anne had been boxing long enough to realise this and she kept Jane away 
with hard, stinging jabs into her face.  
After a while the blonde gave up her attempt to go for the bosom, it 
was costing her too dear in damage to her own face.  Her nose was 
pouring blood down over her front and her mouth was a gory mess.   She 
too began to trade correct left leads.
By the end of the round Anne too had blood pouring from her nose.
They turned sharply and returned to their corners.
It had been a hard, cruel round with both girls taking a great deal of 
punishment but at least they hadn't punched themselves out, and though  
battered and bloody at least  they weren't blown.
Jane's bare bottom slapped wetly onto her stool, Louise came back into 
the ring.
"Perhaps you ought to let me wipe you up a bit?" she pleaded.
"No, that's alright," replied the blonde through her ragged lips.
"How about some water then?"
"Yes thanks."
She drank deeply from the proferred bottle, then swilled her mouth and 
spat into the bowl.
Louise noticed the water, crimson stained against the white of the 
bowl.
The blonde laid back, her legs outstretched to make the most of the 
break.
"The top half of her is a mess," thought Louise, "I wonder if she's 
still hurting between the legs?"
Jane’s eyes closed as if to blot out the nightmare she was 
experiencing.
Derek went over to the brunette's corner to see how she was. 
Like Jane her upper half was gory but he was particularly worried about 
her damaged breast.  Mandy had dabbed the nipple with the sponge and 
the blood had stopped, for now, but he could see drops of blood on her 
left thigh that had fallen since she had sat down.
"I must keep an eye on that," he thought.
"You ok Anne?"
"Yes, apart for that smack in my tits, that was a good round for me," 
she grinned, revealing blood smeared teeth.
He looked across at his wife, naked except for the scrap of leather  
pulled  tightly  into  her  crotch,  then  back at Anne.
He was shaken from his reverie when Louise, taking advantage of the 
quiet moment, reached round and snapped the catch of her bra. She 
pulled the cups out from under her breasts and threw it into a corner, 
massaging her tits, glad to be free of the tight garment. There were 
deep red weals under her tits where the wire around the underside of 
the cups had been cutting in.
With this in mind she whispered to Jane, "Is your string ok or do you 
want me to loosen it?"
Jane replied, without opening her eyes, "It is cutting in a bit, but 
there's no time now, do it after this round."
Derek called them out for the fifth.
Again it was two boxers who met in the centre, not two sluggers. 
They spontaneously touched gloves as if to emphasize the fact.  
It was a classic round of boxing by two middleweights. No clinching, no 
leaning just standing off firing correct leads and throwing perfect 
combinations  faces, bellies and breasts were the target. 
After a minute or so one of Jane's haymakers to the side of the face 
sent the brunette thudding to the canvas.
Derek didn't begin a count but she must have made it up after five 
seconds or so, shaking her head, but well able to defend herself. She 
raised her guard until her left glove was shielding the reddened cheek, 
changing her lead to southpaw for half a minute or so.
Jane thought she'd hurt her with the punch, Anne's change of tactics 
confirmed it.
Anne slowly came back into the fifth and, with one minute to go, they 
were toe to toe again.  Drops of blood flew from their faces as each 
punch to the head struck home.
Derek's bare chest was so spattered, it looked as if he'd done five 
rounds himself.
Both girls were giving and taking their best punches to the head and,  
with  twenty  seconds  to  go,  they  simultaneously  changed tactics.   
The head punches had damaged them both to the same extent, so neither 
Girl had gained an advantage from the vicious round.
It was Jane who broke the mould, she caught Anne in the breasts with a 
beautiful left, right combination.  The sides of each of the brunette's 
breasts were hit with crosses.   As the punches came almost together, 
then before her right tit could resume it's normal, if swollen, shape 
the blonde's right fist crashed into the left breast and sent it across 
her chest.  There was a shlucking sound as the sweaty tits met in the 
middle of her front.  She staggered back into the corner.  Jane following.
She wasn't going to let Anne recover this time.  She thumped her 
cruelly in the mouth while her gloves were down over her heaving chest.   
The brunette's legs splayed open,  she was almost defenceless.
Jane pulled her right fist back as far as she could and drove it up 
viciously up between Anne's legs.
She screamed as the white leather bit into her very womanhood.
She must go down.
Pitching forwards she fell onto all fours, then three as her right hand 
went down between her thighs, trying to sooth the searing pain.  Blood 
dripped from her nose and mouth onto the crimson stained canvas.
The blonde went to a neutral corner and stood, wondering what Anne 
would do.
She slowly keeled over onto her side and with both gloves now between 
her legs, brought her knees up to her chest.  Her bare, sweat slicked 
buttocks quivered as she suffered the excrutiating pain in her groin.
Derek signalled the end of the round;
Jane went to her corner.
He moved over to where Anne lay writhing.
Jane grinned to Louise, "I said I'd cripple her if I got her there."
"Are you two supposed to be hitting each other between the legs?"
"You heard the rules, anyway she got me there in round three," Jane 
said truculently.    
Jane had been prepared after their last bout and had bought a small 
icebag.  She had filled it just before Anne and Mandy had arrived.
Derek came and took it from her corner.
He returned to Mandy and her mother.
"I think you'd better do this," he suggested to Mandy.
Her mother had rolled onto her back but still had her knees up, her 
feet flat on the floor.
She began to undo the bows on the sides of the g string.
This reminded Louise.
"Stand up a minute Jane I'll loosen your string now."
The statuesque blonde stood, her blood sodden gloves holding the top 
rope while Louise fussed around her.
Mandy pulled the damp white leather vee away from her mother's pussy.   
She gasped when she saw how red and inflamed her labia were.
"You look terribly sore, does it hurt?"
"Wait till we spar again then I'll hit you there and you'll know for 
yourself."
Seconds later she apologized.
Mandy stroked her puffy lips with the ice bag and she moaned as some of 
the pain left her.
"Ten seconds to go," called Derek apologetically.
Mandy quickly retied her mother's g string and made sure the vee 
covered her swollen mound.
Jane looked down over her front, she too was in a mess, the upper half 
of her was covered in blood, while she had been standing a trickle had 
run down past her navel and was heading down between her legs.  There 
the soft leather was so moist it was as supple as the very skin it 
covered,  moulding her prominent labia and mound.
She felt great.
Anne' a hastily tied g string was tighter then before if anything and, 
because of her swollen fanny, it looked as if she wore nothing there.
"Round Six."
Jane rushed from her corner, Anne walked stiffly to meet her. "I've got 
to watch myself in this round," thought the brunette. She had trouble 
in getting her legs to work so, as the blonde circled her, she merely 
turned on the spot.   Her guard was as effective as she could make it.  
Gloves high, elbows tucked into her breasts.  
She'd forgotten about the two breast punches she'd just taken, but as 
the pain between her legs began to subside slightly, the throbbing of 
her large, swollen breasts became gradually more noticeable.
"What the hell am I doing here?" she thought, "we must both be mad."
She looked Jane up and down, noting the damage her punching had caused.
Then she glanced down at her own belly, there was blood spreading 
across the waistband of her g string.
They both snapped into action and began the relentless exchange of 
stinging leather.  As before the blonde tried to get in to Anne's 
breasts but as she came in close the brunette clubbed her face freely.  
Her nose began to pour again and she stood off, shaking her head, blood flew over both women.
Anne saw her chance as her opponent raised her guard to protect her 
damaged nose.  She ploughed a long right uppercut smack into the 
blonde's navel.   
She staggered and gagged, her legs like rubber.
Anne lashed out at her, left and right to the side of the face. The 
right opened an inch long cut on her left cheek bone.  She stumbled 
towards the brunette and hung on.  It might have been better for her if 
she'd gone down because Anne repeatedly uppercut her in her belly.
In the event it was a cracking right between the legs that made Jane 
let go and sent her crashing to the canvas.
Derek didn't bother  to begin a count, he just looked anxiously at his 
wife sprawled on the floor, sobbing great sobs.
This time it was Louise who came to the fore with the ice bag. She and 
Derek sat her up and the redhead pushed the bag under her bloody g 
string.          
"They were some punches, what a fantastic round for Anne after the 
beating she took in the fifth, "marvelled Louise.
"I don't know how they do it," confessed Derek, "I'm sure men couldn't 
come back like that after taking so much punishment."
"You're supposed to be my second Louise," groaned Jane, "it has been a 
good round for Anne, so far, but it's not over yet."
She pushed Louise's hands away and struggled painfully to her feet.
Derek looked at his watch.
"Oh no, over a minute to go."
Anne rushed at her.
Jane, still tottering, threw a straight right, the brunette ran 
straight into it.  The glove buried itself in her left breast, she 
screamed and back pedalled.
"That should keep her off my back for a while," thought Jane. She was 
over the moon to see fresh blood running from the brunette's ragged 
nipple. 
Derek noticed it too.
"Stop boxing," he cried.
"Are you fit to go on boxing?"
"Of course," panted Anne, "I've been cut around the nipples before, 
especially in fours, it looks worse than it is," she lied.
She was in agony, not only was her left tit swollen greatly, red and 
throbbing, but now she also had to bear the stinging pain of her torn 
teat.	
"Come here Jane," he called to his wife, who was resting on the ropes.
"What about you two agreeing to take these rings out, before some real 
damage is done?"
Neither girl spoke
"Ok, it's your fight...... Box on ."
There was just time for them to square off in the centre and raise 
their aching arms before he called time.
Louise fanned her charge with a towel.  Far from being frightened by 
the violence displayed by the two women, she was captivated by it.  She 
couldn't help but ask Jane how it felt to be in the ring and how 
marvellous it was that the girls could soak up so much punishment, yet 
still come out at the start of each new round.
"So you think you'd like to fight like this?" prompted the  blonde.
"Oh yes, one day," responded Louise without hesitation. 
"What  about   boxing Mandy?"   asked  Jane bluntly. 
Louise flushed and looked over at the girl tending her mother in
the opposite corner.  She looked pretty formidable, but they were the 
same build.  She seemed very sure of herself though, bent over her 
mother, dabbing at her bleeding tit tip.
"Leave it alone," pleaded Anne.
Mandy straightened and brushed her fingers through her hair and Louise 
could see a perfect side view of her large, heavy breast.
She also took in the broad back and sturdy arms and shoulders.
What she could see of Mandy's legs, between the hem of her leather
skirt and her boots, looked pretty hefty too.
She pulled the front of her own tracksuit trousers away from her belly, 
revealing the deep, red rut where the tight elastic had encircled her.
It felt good.
She shimmied the trousers down and they joined the rest of her clothes 
in the corner.   Her breasts weren't the only beautiful thing about her 
physique, she had the most delicious bottom.  Her tiny,  tight white 
panties had ridden right up into the cleft between her buttocks as a 
result of all the bending and squatting she'd been doing.  It was a perfectly rounded, 
pink almost boyish bottom.  
As she bent to pick up the towel to fan his wife, Derek 
watched her every move.
"Just like a chrysallis," he thought, "she turns up with a dull grey 
skin and changes,  before our eyes, into a beautiful creature."
Mandy stood a little to the side of her mother, and both of them took 
in Louise's almost bare body.
"I reckon she'll do nicely," thought Anne.
"Round Seven," called Derek.
The two women walked towards one another slowly.
Jane lashed out, the same punch as at start of the previous round, Anne 
saw it coming it was too late for her to block it.  The fist crashed 
into the left tit again, crushing the nipple, with it's metal ring, 
hard against her ribcage.  
At least this time she hadn't run onto it.
"Christ, that hurts," she moaned softly.
Jane saw her lips move.
"Hurt did it?" she asked cattily.
Anne's eyes narrowed, she rubbed gently at her swollen, bleeding tit 
with her left elbow.  Blood from her burst nipple smeared the inside of 
her forearm.   She managed to get her breathing under control.
Jane hit her again, almost contemptuously, this time flush on the nose.  
It was a good, solid punch straight from the shoulder.
"Oh shit," sobbed the brunette, almost crying in her pain and 
humiliation.   Fresh torrents  of blood splashed  down over her 
cleavage and belly.  There were several trickles of it running over the 
leather vee of her panties , now carrying on to run down the insides of 
her thighs.
"I must do something." 
She stalked the blonde, staring through the mist of tears in her eyes.
Jane had good reason to be confident, but not over confident. She had 
dropped her guard and was dancing around so much that her swollen tits 
were flopping and lolling all over her chest.
Derek saw it coming.
It was a short punch, a right hander, it only travelled about a foot.  
It ran downhill slightly but was almost head on.  
The hard little glove hit her square in the' left nipple and, carried 
on down, dragging the nipple part of the tit With it Jane felt the top 
of her breast pulled taut, she screamed as, a great tear opened up 
above the nipple. It extended across the entire aurola, large though it 
was.  Blood streamed down her belly.   Her  g string was certainly no 
longer white either. She stood transfixed but brought her right glove 
over to cradle her damaged breast.
"Oh well, if it was me there?" thought Anne,  she  wouldn't hesitate."
Smack, a perfect right uppercut cracked into the side of Jane's jaw.
	
She dropped like lead.
Fortunately, or otherwise, Derek called time.
The brunette staggered to her corner and sank down.
Derek signalled Louise.
She came running into the ring, keen to get Jane ready for the next 
round.	
"No need to rush," he said wearily, "there won't be any more rounds of 
this."
He looked at both women.  Anne slumped on her stool and his wife 
crumpled on the floor, both bloody wrecks.
Jane stirred, Louise had the ice bag on the back of her neck already.
He held up three fingers.
"How many?" he demanded.
"Three," said Jane thickly, "and don't start that rubbish.  I'm not 
done yet.  Remember what you said just now, we go on till one or us 
says we've had enough. You said it would be the same whichever it was.  
I can still fight and I'm boxing on.'
Derek knew this side of his wife all too well, it was no use arguing.
"Alright,  Louise, get the towel."
"He dabbed at her breast, "that's a bad cut," he said.
"Anne's told me she's had worse," Jane snapped.
"She's told me as well," he thought, "but that doesn't mean to say I 
believe her."
Mandy got the ice bag firm the redhead,' putting it over the bridge of 
her mother's nose, trying to staunch the flow of blood.
"Round Eight."
Anne rose slowly, Mandy was shocked to see a patch of blood on the 
white stool, the blonde swung her legs round and struggled to her feet.  
Her opponent gamely stood off till she got her soggy boxing gloves up 
to her face.
"Box her," were the only two words Jane's numbed brain could think of, 
she had to keep the brunette away from her.
Anne circled, waiting for a chance to nail her.
Jane turned slowly, stabbing out her long left arm every few seconds.  
The punches were surprisingly crisp for this stage of the fight, and 
Anne shook her head several times.
"Enough of this," she said to herself and ducked in under the blonde's 
left glove.  She managed to drive two short punches into her breasts, 
before withdrawing.
Jane squealed in pain but, rather than back off or cover up, she 
stormed into her tormentor swearing loudly.
"You cow, I'll kill you for that."
Anne grinned, but not for long as the blonde's right fist thumped
into her mouth.  Drops of blood flew across the ring.
Jane looked down as Anne covered up, her burst breast was bleeding 
badly again.  She ran at the crouching brunette and half pushed her 
into a corner.   She dropped her head onto Anne's shoulder and 
proceeded to smash blow after blow into her belly.
Anne gasped into her cupped hands.
Derek lost count of the number of belly punches.   There was nothing he 
could do as the girl was still on her feet.  Soon though her legs began 
to give and, as Jane stood back, she slumped onto the canvas.
Mandy came running.
Derek looked at his watch, about fifteen seconds to go.
The brunette rolled onto her side, clutching her smashed belly with the 
small blood soaked gloves.
Her daughter dodged back to the corner, got the icebag and laid it on 
her scalding guts.
The blonde laid on the ropes, exhausted from the pain in her breasts 
and the prolonged bout of punching after so many rounds or boxing.
Louise glanced at her.
"I'm going to help Mandy," she whispered as she walked over to the 
stricken boxer.  
She and Mandy got her sitting up , Louise tanned her face whilst her 
daughter concentrated on her bruised belly.
"I think I'm going to be sick," groaned Anne.
Louise got the bowl from her corner and held it under her chin whilst 
she retched the meagre contents of her stomach into it.
"I'm sorry," sobbed Anne, tears welling in her eyes.
"That's alright," replied Louise, "perhaps it will make you feel 
better."
"It'll take much more than that to make me feel better," she mused.  
True enough though, as is often the case, she did feel slightly better 
after throwing up.
Derek hadn't bothered to call time, he had just motioned Jane to her 
corner.
"Come on let's get her sitting on her stool then she can put her head 
between her legs," suggested the redhead.
The two topless girls lifted the almost broken boxer onto her seat.  
Mandy pushed her mother's head down, blood spattered from her battered 
face onto the ring floor.
Louise went back to the blonde's corner.  She pulled Jane's glove away 
from her left breast.  There was blood in the palm.
Jane contemptuously flicked her hand, the blood flew over towards the 
opposite corner.
The redhead got some loose ice cubes and applied them firmly to the 
gashed teat and aurolae.
"You  can't  take  much  more  of  this,"  she  sighed.
"I'll keep boxing till she's done for," spat Jane, watching the 
brunette's back heave as she struggled to conquer her pain and control 
her shallow breathing.
Derek again took in the condition of the women boxers.  They were 
almost unrecognizable, covered from head to foot in blood, their 
bloated, bleeding breasts dragging their shoulders down.
"Round Nine," he called, not fully expecting the brunette to 
participate.
"I'll be alright," she moaned and put her am out for Mandy to help her 
up.
Her daughter reluctantly helped her to her feet.
"Pack it in mum," she pleaded.
There was no reply forthcoming.
The blonde didn't feel sorry for Anne, for a start she was in as bad 
a state herself, and no one had forced the brunette into the fight and 
certainly no one was forcing her to come out for the ninth.
Derek watched her closely. As she tottered from her corner. 
Jane came forward, none too cautiously and, knocking her guard aside, drove a 
straight right into her right breast.  It was a beautiful punch, with 
all her weight behind it.
Anne didn't think so though as a new pain began, she backed off slowly 
and looked down to see blood start from her nipple.
"She must be in agony," thought Derek, "with both nipples gone." 
Anne didn't know where to put her hands.  
She knew that her guard had to maintained but she yearned to soothe the 
tit somehow.  The pain fired her and from somewhere she found the 
strength and clear headedness to go for the blonde.  She caught her, a 
heavy blow to her burst left breast.
Jane screamed at the increased torment.
Both girls' tempers were at a peak now and miraculously the leather 
began to fly again as their rage pumped fresh adrenaline into their 
veins.
Louise could hardly believe it, just a minute ago she had written off 
both of them, particularly Anne, hardly able to rise from her stool 
without help.  Now here they were trading hard punches again.
She looked down and saw a wet, grey patch forming on the front of her 
panties.
"Christ, this is turning me on," she panted.
It had been absolutely involuntary.
Meanwhile in the ring the two girls were still leathering each other.  
The smack of the sodden gloves on sweaty female skin caused grunt and 
squeals from their bloody mouths.  There wasn't a square inch on the 
front of either girl which wasn't crimson, either with blood or weals.  
Jane's hair was red with gore around her face, even their legs had 
blood running down them freely.
Jane smashed the brunette between the eyes and stood back to watch the 
blood spurt from her busted nose onto her bare feet.
Anne sagged, but didn't fall, another punch, the last of the fight, a 
right uppercut tore into the brunette's left breast. Blood flooded and 
the thick ring hung from a teat no longer properly attached to her 
breast.  Her 
mouth fell open to voice a gurgle as she thankfully drifted off into 
unconsciousness.  She folded, gracelessly onto the ring floor.
Derek quickly straightened her body and rolled her onto her front.
	
She looked naked as the thongs of her g string cut so deeply into her 
buttocks.  She lay still, her head in an ever growing pool of blood.
Louise thought, somewhat callously, that she looked fine from the rear.  
She lead the jubilant blonde to her stool and forced her to sit down.
They both watched Anne.
She began to stir.
"Christ, what have I done?" mumbled Jane.
"It's not your fault, it was a fair fight, it could have been you that 
got knocked out, if you weren't the better boxer," she grinned 
encouragingly.
Derek and Mandy got the brunette sitting.  He didn't know what to do 
for the best.
Calling Louise over he said, "go upstairs and get me the scissors 
please Lu."
When she came back he went over to his wife.  He bent and cut off the 
sodden boxing gloves.
"You're  the  nurse,  you'll  have  to  help  I'm  afraid." She rose 
stiffly to her feet, the joy of winning had almost gone, the adrenaline 
had all been burned up, she felt awfully tired.  She forced herself to 
concentrate.
"We've got to get her out of the ring and upstairs sometime, so it may 
as well be now."                              
The two seconds, Derek and even Jane herself combined forces to half 
carry the broken woman from the ring.  They looked quite a sight, all 
stripped to the waist, the two boxers all but naked and covered with 
blood.  
Derek and Louise, closest to Anne were also liberally smeared and 
spattered with her gore.  They eventually reached the bedroom where the 
two, then gorgeous looking boxers had changed only an hour and a half 
before.  
They laid the defeated boxer on one of the beds.
Jane longed to lie down on the other but knew her place lay with the 
brunette.
"Louise, you had better try to get most of the blood off my face and 
body before it dries.  Use hot water and for Christ's sake go easy 
here," she said cupping her bulbous breasts.
"Mandy get your mother cleaned up a bit, but leave her face and 
breasts, I'll do that."
The two seconds went into the bathroom together to get hot water and 
flannels.
"What did you think of the fight?" asked Mandy.
"Incredible, I've been to lots of mens' boxing and they seem like 
pillow fights now."
"Yes, those two certainly go at it.  You've only had one fight haven't 
you?"
"Yes," Louise told her about the beating she had got from Jane. Looking 
back on it now she saw how kind the blonde had been with her.  She had 
bloodied her face and bruised her breasts but it was nothing compared 
to what had just happened in the ring next door. Louise shuddered to 
think she'd ever put the gloves on with her. 
They went back to the boxers.
Derek had cut off Anne's gloves and she was breathing more steadily, 
instead of the sobbing, quivering intake of breaths since she regained 
consciousness, her chest rose and fell regularly. What a chest it was, 
blood still pumped from the left breast, a trickle ran from the milk 
duct of the right nipple.
Jane stood still so the Louise could towel her down.  She drank in the 
smell of leather and sweat from Jane's loins as she knelt before her, 
almost in supplication, thought Derek looking on.
Mandy tended her mother where she lay.
The redhead wiped Jane's sturdy legs clean, passed the damp sponge 
briefly over the leather between her legs, then up over the flat, but 
blue black bruised belly.  She rinsed the sponge yet again, turning the 
water a darker red.
"Careful now," winced the blonde, as she move to the badly cut left 
breast.  "Do the other one first I want to see what it feels like."
Louise dabbed the inflamed tit.
Jane moaned softly.
She rinsed the sponge and began to pat the left breast.  The cut was 
still running blood but she did the bent she could.  After a while Jane 
told her to leave it and just clean the blood off her face.  Her nose 
still ran red 
As did the cut on her cheek, but she looked much better.   She went 
into the bathroom.  With shaking hands she injected local anaesthetic 
into her bleeding breast.  She steadied as she picked up the suture 
needle and nylon.
She came back into the room  with a large dressing over her left nipple 
and a plaster over her cheek.  She had plugged her nostrils with cotton 
wool.
"That's me more or less sorted out," she thought, "now for Anne."
"Louise, be a dear and get my dressing gown from beside the ring."
She walked over to the brunette and gently pushed a wad of cotton wool 
into each of her nostrils.  She showed Mandy how to hold two ice cubes 
over the bridge of her mother's broken nose.
Louise offered her the gown.
She pulled it on, grimacing as the action caused her breasts to move 
around.  Her hands too ached from the nine rounds of nonstop punching.
"I don't think I can undo the knots, would you take my g string off for 
me?"
Again the redhead fell to her knees.  She parted the gown and tugged at 
the loose ends of leather.  First one then the other bow gave way and 
she peeled the blood stained white leather away from the bare, bruised 
vaginal lips.  Her head moved forwards and she kissed the blonde softly 
between the legs.
Jane was shocked but it was such a spontaneous, caring gesture, she 
said nothing.
Louise got up, turning the stained leather over in her fingers.
"It's going to take some explaining if I take these in to be cleaned," 
groaned Jane.
"Thanks Louise."
She went back to the brunette.
Anne was talking quite normally to her daughter.
"Ok now?" asked the blonde.
"Yes, over the worst of it I think."
She looked at the stains on the front of Jane's gown where the material 
touched her bleeding nipples.  When she looked down at her own burst breasts, 
she didn't feel quite so bad about it.
"You ready?" Jane asked. She nodded.
The nursing sister bent to her task and soon the whimpering brunette 
too sported dressing on her breasts.
"It's the hospital again for the nose I'm afraid," she apologized, 
"you'll need a season ticket soon."
"Oh no,  I  shan't be going again after this," Anne replied 
cryptically.
Mandy finished cleaning up her mother's face.
Louise was still buzzing about what she had just witnessed.  She sat, 
still dressed only in the tiny white panties, her arms clasped round 
her knees, watching Mandy and Jane at work.
Derek looked over and noted the strong thighs and large bulge under the 
white vee of her rude panties, her biceps looked good too as she pulled 
her legs closer to her large breasts.
"Does Anne have to go to hospital straight away? he asked his wife.
"Oh no, it won't hurt to leave it for some time." It was still only 
late afternoon.
Anne, listening, got his drift.
Jane had told him about the proposed matching of the two girls.
"How about it Mandy?" she asked her daughter.
 "I'm game," she said almost immediately. 
Anne turned to ask Louise.
Before she could say anything, the redhead jumped to her feet and came 
running over to hug Mandy, their bare young bodies throbbed 
energetically against one another.