The Initiation
By Smac
A young girl is tested before her acceptance into a boxing club

Corrected 14/06/2001

Emma remembered the two occasions that her friend had brought her to the 
club. The first time she had been somewhat overwhelmed but when Chris had 
suggested that they went together to the next meeting, she had jumped at the 
chance and had seen two cracking fights into the bargain.
As Chris had hoped, on the way home she had worked the conversation round to 
whether she might join.
Chris had struck like a cobra.
"I'll see Ruth during the week."
Emma had thanked her and decided to try to elicit some more information about 
her friend's boxing activities.
"Do you fight very often?" she had asked.
Well we usually only have two or three scraps per month at the club and, as 
there's so many of us now, it normally works out at about twice a year. Which is 
quite handy really as you can work holidays in and such to give time for the 
cuts and bruises to heal."
Her stomach had churned at this but she was still eager to hear more.
"When was the last time?"
"Oh, about four months ago now. I tell you what, I have a video of that fight 
at home, it's the only way our husbands and boyfriends get a chance to see us in 
action, they're not allowed at the club you see. Don't want them fussing about 
do we, just like to get on with the scrapping. Anyway, if you like you can 
come round on Thursday, he'll be out for the evening and we can watch it 
together."
The taped fight was fast, furious and bloody. Both Chris and her opponent were 
in a mess by the end of the allotted fifteen rounds, neither could really be 
considered an outright winner. 
Chris in particular sported a completely closed right eye which she said had 
gone coal black by the morning and had taker than a week to heal. In addition 
both girls had bled copiously since early on in the fight, their battered 
bodies, especially breasts, were streaked and spattered with gore. 
Chris told her that the other girl's nose had been diagnosed as broken by 
the club doctor after the decision, a points victory for Chris, had been 
announced and the fighters had returned to the dressing room.
The video, together with Chris's enthusiastic, animated running commentary made 
up her mind about joining the boxing club.
"Did you ask about my joining?" she had ventured.
"Yes sure, but I must tell you about the little test we put in the way of 
potential members. It doesn't involve any boxing skill so don't worry 
about that."
She had gone on to describe, in fair detail the initiation procedure.
"It's not as bad as it sounds really," she'd grinned, "it's just to make sure 
that we don't pick up any hangers-on or malingerers. Well, are you still game?" 
"You went through it?" she'd asked.
"Yes, of course. I was a bit sore for a couple of days. But the actual duffing 
up only lasted for a few minutes. I've got a photo somewhere hang on
minute."
She'd returned with a hard-backed book. It fell open to reveal a perfectly kept 
copy of her club photo.
She handed it across.
It showed Chris standing in front of some wall-bars. She wasn't sure but she
thought that she was using them to support herself. At first she'd thought she 
was naked, then noticed a thin patch of material over her vagina. It hadn't 
shown up very well because, like the rest of her torso, it was covered in blood. 
There were splashes and streaks on her white thighs but, worst of all, her face 
was a mask of blood. All her own.
"What a state," she'd exclaimed.
"Oh, I looked fine after a quick shower," Chris had grinned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, honestly, just a few bruises that's all."
"Ok, tell Ruth I'll be there, when is it to be by the way, did she say?"
"Saturday night."
Emma had gone white, but had nodded.
So it was that twenty five year old Emma found herself beside her friend Chris 
on the way to town that Saturday night.
"Alright?" asked Chris reassuringly,
"Yes, a bit nervous that's all."
"You'll be ok when you've seen Ruth, she's really nice. She's a bastard in the 
ring but outside she's peaches and cream. She'll see you right."
They were silent for the rest of the journey.
Once at the club, a large house at the end of a quiet cul de sac, Ruth 
immediately took her under her wing.
"You must be Emma, I'm glad you enjoyed your couple of visits. Chris tells me 
you're determined to join."
"Yes," stammered Emma.
"Come on, loosen up, let's go in here and have a chat."
They were soon alone together in the roomy, well equipped changing room. Emma 
sat on one of the hospital type beds, swinging her heels whilst Ruth pottered 
around aimlessly tidying. Ruth's figure was hidden under a track suit bottom 
and a sleeveless tank top, her crowning glory of deep red hair was piled loosely 
atop her proud head. She focussed on the young blonde for a few seconds while 
she studied her own reflection in the mirrored wall. She might not be a natural 
blonde, but the effect of her hair was still most pleasing. Like her own it was 
long, thick and very glossy. She already knew that she was touching twenty five 
years old. The swinging legs caught her eye. She wore longish black leather 
boots into which were tucked her very tight jeans. They were topped off by a 
thin, white blouse with a heavy, fashionable black leather jacket.
She wished she could see more of her outline.
"Here, let me take your jacket. It deserves to be put away carefully."
Emma slipped, briefly and elegantly from the bed for long enough to toss the 
jacket off and offer it to Ruth.
"Thanks," she said regaining her perch.
"Now, tell me a little about yourself."
Afterwards Ruth summed up the more interesting aspects of Emma's persona as 
she ticked them off on her fingers.
"So you're twenty four, you've never boxed before, but you've had several scraps 
in your time."
By now she could better judge Emma's physique but, just to confirm her judgement 
she asked her to stand down and give a twirl round. 
"Are you fit?"
"Yes I should think so, I'm very physical plenty of jogging, squash and so on." 
"Is there anyone, husband, boyfriend or other relative who could ask awkward 
questions if you leave here with a bruise or two?"
'No, " she answered immediately , "I'm on my own at the moment. I've my own 
flat too."

"Well, I'll explain the form so you can finally decide whether you want to join us. 
You're to strip off completely, but don't worry you'll be given a pair of
panties, not much to them true, but you'll be decent. There'll be a mattress 
thing hung on the wall and a mat to stand on. There are two rope handles on 
the mattress level with your thighs, you just hang onto those and me and the 
girls will do the rest."
"You mean hit me?"
"Yes, well that's the general idea. If you show signs of distress I'll stop 
them and ask if you want to go on."
"I'll be alright."
"Well would you like me to show you some photographs of past initiations just so 
you can see what might happen. You've been here a couple of times now, so you 
know that we don't pull our punches."
She fanned out some large, colour prints on the stretcher bed. Emma's eyes were 
drawn to them. She'd already seen some blood and guts at the Club but three of 
the matches she had seen had been fair fights. 
This was something different. No heat of battle, just the one girl shown in 
each picture, every one of them looking battered and dazed but, above all, 
bloody. The favoured dress seemed to be what looked very much like a g-string.
Neither of them spoke, she picked up each photograph in turn and studied them 
closely.
"Now I know where Chris got that photo of hers," she thought.
Finally she said, "you haven't picked out the goriest ones have you?"
"No, I just grabbed a handful from the drawer. There are details on the back, 
you can tell by the dates."
Turning over most of them, she noticed that they were in date order from six 
months previously to a couple of years earlier.
 "Quite a few," she grinned.
"Yes we've gone from strength to strength, so to speak, in the past few years. 
There were only three of us when we began five years ago, now it's not unusual 
for there to be more than twenty on club nights. Well you've seen for yourself 
haven't you?"
"And the initiation is to be tonight?" asked Emma resignedly.
"Yes, I think that would be best, there are a few of the girls here, about ten, 
we don't like it to be too much of a jamboree. The fewer the better sometimes, 
it's better for you too, if there are lots of us here and everyone wants a 
slice of the action." 
Her voice trailed off.
"Who will actually be doing the hitting?" asked Emma abruptly.
"0h only the most experienced girls, don't worry it's really carefully 
controlled. Unfortunately as a founder member, it will be me who'll start the 
ball rolling."
Emma's gaze settled on her broad shoulders and strong hands. As she was wearing 
the track suit, the rest of her musculature had to be conjecture.
"I bet she can hit," she thought, her guts churning.
"Well?" asked Ruth directly.
"Alright, what do you want me to do?"
"Get stripped off completely and I'll come back in a couple of minutes."
She came back into the room with another girl.
"This is Maggie our very own doctor. She'll give you the once over before we go any 
farther alright?"
"Yes," nodded the nervous girl.
Maggie fired the usual questions at her. Blackouts, headaches taking any 
medication etc. whilst Ruth rummaged around behind them.
"She'll do," announced Maggie, patting the trembling girl on her bare arm.
"Well now's the time to pull out if you're not absolutely sure."
True Emma had been worried by the medical examination, informal though it
had been, but she nodded gamely.
"Here you are then," she handed her a tiny handful of silk.
The blonde wriggled the strings up her thighs and over her broad hips.
"Quite a good specimen," thought Maggie as she watched the girl wiggling her 
bum. Natural blonde hair, pretty face, carrying a little too much weight. But 
it meant that her hips, thighs and particularly her breasts were pleasingly 
well rounded.
"Have you ever boxed before?' asked Maggie as much to break the ice as for own 
edification.
"No, have you?"
The girl's blunt response threw her for a moment, "Yes, I fight here quite often 
as a matter of fact."
Emma had trouble imagining the self assured, aloof professional woman slugging 
it out in the ring. 
She was rather intrigued.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Um, I think enjoy is maybe the wrong ward," she replied thoughtfully.
 Emma felt her fair face beginning to flush red.
"Let's just say that it gives me the opportunity to vent emotions and feelings 
that my working and social life generate, whilst affording me no means of 
ridding myself of them."
The cold, clear outline of one woman's a need to fight explained, for Emma, why 
there were so many women at this club, all more than willing to get into the 
ring and mix it.
Ruth's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Do you want to cover up a bit or are you happy like that?" Emma glanced down 
over the front of her body.
"I've nothing to be ashamed of," she thought. 
"I'm ok like this," she smiled.
"Alright, come on Maggie, let's do it."
Closely encircling Emma's warm, bare waist with one arm, she gently steered her 
to the door. When Maggie turned the handle and pushed it open her nostrils were 
assailed by the overpowering smell of leather and stale sweat. She had noticed 
it on her two previous visits, but tonight it seemed stronger than ever.  As
Ruth had intimated, there were about ten other women loitering in various 
states of dress and undress. They all seemed to be older than her and most of 
them looked rough and tough, despite the smiles and laughter. It seemed as 
though all eyes were on her as she stood framed in the doorway.
Ruth was pleased to see the reaction reflected on their faces, words weren't 
needed to convey their general approval of the latest prospective member.
Emma stood proud, but trembled slightly despite herself.
She had folded her arms across her breasts as she had entered the hall but now, 
with so many eves on her she felt obliged to drop her hands to her sides.
The other women, many of whom she noticed had begun slowly to undress, studied 
her carefully. The long, bouncy blonde hair would have to be tied back in the 
time honoured fashion, but was beautiful for all that. The face was expressive 
and very pretty. One or two of the less aggressive women thought they might not 
find it in them to hit such an attractive face when it came to the crunch. 
Although Ruth had made sure that Emma had carefully washed off all her make up, 
her natural beauty shone and proved that the cosmetics were wasted on her. 
Her shoulders were quite wide, but by no means hefty, the arms were bronzed 
and well-muscled. Her breasts were large but still managed that pertness 
associated with her page three sisters. In fact her chest measurement 
was a very creditable thirty eight C cup. The firmness of her breasts meant 
that they held up beautifully. She looked a big girl. Her youthful tummy was 
tanned and flat. The long brown legs sheared away from flaring thirty eight 
inch hips. All that stood between her and complete nakedness was the tiny, 
white g string barely concealing her pubic bulge.
Ruth too stood back to look at her.
"It's just as well we don't allow fellas in," she grinned to herself, if they 
got to know that she was on the bill one night, we wouldn't be able to move in 
here." 
She glanced at the other women, there were a couple of fairly attractive ones, 
and she knew of a few more young, pretty members were not here 
tonight, but mostly they were a fairly plain bunch.
"Even me," she mused ruefully.
One fairly butch bull of a woman with huge, bulging breasts and biceps 
sidled over to Ruth, her buttocks juddering beneath her tiny silk shorts.
"I'll get some gloves shall I?" 
Ruth gave Emma a final, enquiring glance. 
There was no response.
The pretty blonde merely looked round at the rest of the women.
She too thought them a fairly motley crew. She too felt the background of 
latent aggression in the large room.
The floor clicked loudly as the large woman returned with her arms full of 
boxing gloves.
Ruth sighed.
"Thanks Vi"
As usual she'd gone over the top, bringing enough for dozens of people. She 
let them drop to the wooden floor and they scattered in an untidy heap.
Even Emma couldn't help but grin.
Ruth caught her eye again and took her by the arm. 
"Come on let's get it over with."
She steered her over to the mat on the floor. 
Emma turned to see Maggie come in. 
She watched, fascinated as she slowly undressed. She was very well built under 
her frumpy, tweedy outfit. It looked to the blonde like she must do some weight 
training to have developed her arms, legs and stomach muscles. Soon she was in 
her panties she came over to help Ruth.
Emma noticed that some of the others were choosing gloves for themselves from 
the pile on the floor.
Her guts began to churn. 
Ruth followed her gaze and quickly turned her so that her back was against the 
grubby mattress. 
She felt for the ropes.
"What am I letting myself in for?" she groaned inwardly. Her fingers grasped 
the rope as if it were a life line.
Ruth knew she should act quickly.
She grabbed one pair of reasonable gloves, they were all six ounce, and tossed 
them to Maggie. Finding another pair for herself, she pulled them on and 
offered her hands to one of the women who had tied everyone else's.
"Thanks," she whispered when the tatty gloves were at last firmly laced onto her 
fists. 
She turned to face Emma.
The girl stared at her. Up till now she had struck her as being kind and 
considerate but when she took in the hard look in her eyes, the glistening 
muscles and above all the cruel looking gloves, she remembered what Chris had 
said.
"She's a bastard in the ring."
"Maggie's gloves were quickly laced and suddenly all the women crowded in on 
her except the one who'd done the lacing. She stood back, her eyes wide, 
her hands fiddling with a rather grey-looking towel.
Before she knew what hit her Ruth thumped her in the guts with a cruel right 
cross.
She hadn't been prepared.
She gagged and folded.
Ruth gave her plenty of time to recover her composure. Then hit her again with 
the same punch, this time to the ribs.
Her side flared red where the glove had landed. 
Ruth smiled thinly and turned away.
Emma's eyes lowered when she watched the huge Vi lumbering over. 
Thud.
The glove buried itself in her pale right breast. It had been a straight right 
and straight from the shoulder. 
She whimpered and bit her lower lip.
Obviously pleased with the effect of her punch she gave them the benefit of an 
action replay, then turned and walked a few paces back to the rest of the 
women. Having only been hit in the breasts a few times before her pain was the 
worse for that. She couldn't remember being hurt so badly before. It 
looked as though it was two punches each as another, younger girl came up to 
her, left and right crossing her to the side of the face. It took her mind of 
her tits for a few seconds. The leather stung like hell, let alone the force 
of the heavy blows.
Six punches she'd taken so far, all of them full force. Another young woman 
came forward and used a straight left and right on Emma's pretty face the back 
of her head thudded into the thin mattress. The right particularly got to her 
nose and mouth. After the initial, stinging pain she became aware that her lips 
felt swollen and awkward. One of the larger, older women attacked as soon as 
her head came erect again. Her two, cruel blows were right crosses to Emma's 
ribs. She felt as if she'd been kicked by a mule. There may not have been any 
visible damage from these punches, but the pain was bad. She took her left hand 
off the handle to try to ease her side but Ruth's deep frown made her return it 
to the rope. Emma's guts churned when she noticed Vi coming towards her again, 
with a wicked grin on her big, ugly face. She dished out two crosses this 
time one left, one right. The left conveniently spun Emma's head round to her 
left ready for the murderous right to crash into the front of her already 
damaged face.
"She's beginning to droop," whispered Maggie.
Ruth was well aware of this and already held her arm up to stop any more punches 
going in.
"That's messed up her pretty face,' sneered the cruel Vi to the women gathered 
near her.
Maggie went over for a closer look.
"Have you had enough?"
She cupped Emma's lolling head in both hands and lifted it till her blonde hair 
touched the filthy mattress. Dark red blood trickled steadily from her hard, 
swollen nose, off the end of her pretty chin, some of it spattering her 
proud breasts, some her feet and a few drops fell to the sticky rubber mat on 
which she stood.
Many of the other women began to move over to have their gloves untied. 
Vi protested.
"Don't be too hasty." 
They demurred and slunk back.
Just about then Emma sank to the floor, seeming to contradict the vast Vi.
However she quickly scrambled up and squatted on her haunches, her blood 
splashing onto her plump, white thighs.
"Had enough?" repeated Maggie.
She shook her sorry head.
By grabbing hold of handfuls of the mattress she managed to regain her feet. 
Ruth looked at Maggie.
She shrugged.
"I'm going to put an end to this, she's far too pretty to risk any serious
injury to her face this early on.
Ruth bunched her fists and half ran at the blonde.
Her two right crosses to the head sent gouts of blood flying to further stain 
the horrible mattress.
Emma hung on for a second but then crumpled, her poor face thudded into her 
knees when her bare bum hit the soggy mat.
She didn't move for over a minute.
Maggie administered first aid as she asked Emma how she felt. 
"That's it Emma, it's all over isn't it?"
There was no response.
Ruth took the initiative.
"Ok girls, she'll do."
"Try to get her up as soon as you think fit Maggie." 
Turning to the spare woman she said, "get the Polaroid will you?"
When she looked back Emma's puffy eyes were open and she was muttering to 
Maggie.
"Can she get up?"
"Yes, but give her a couple more minutes Ruth," sighed Maggie. 
"Yes sure, the camera's not here yet anyway."
Maggie shuddered, she didn't really agree with the photo sessions after these 
hard, but necessary tests.
By now all the women had their gloves off and, though most of them had been 
bare-breasted for the punching, they'd nearly all covered up again. Vi was one 
notable exception. Her great tits swung mightily when she came back into the 
room after putting the gloves away.
Ruth didn't like her very much, or the way she held sway over the rest of the 
other women. After all she was supposed to be the elected leader. Her attention 
was caught by Maggie.
"She's ready now."
Ruth looked her up and down as she hung there, hands still through the rope 
loops. No doubt when she was cleaned up she wouldn't look too bad but now, all 
that blood. It still ran freely from her nose and burst lips.
Ruth offered the camera to Maggie. 
"No, you do it."
"Look at me Emma."
The blonde sagged after the first snap. It seemed an eternity before the camera 
was ready for the second.
At last Ruth had two good photos. One for the club and one for Emma to keep. 
"About bloody time," sighed Maggie to herself as she gingerly eased the blonde 
from the mattress. She put an arm round her, supporting Emma as she half dragged 
her to the changing room where she could try to make good some of the damage.
The blonde was only too pleased to lie on her back on the table while she 
carefully checked her over.
After a while she turned to the sink and began to run some hot water. 
"You'll be as pretty as ever in three or four days," she reassured her. 
Turning, but still at the sink, she added, "but I think those last two from Ruth 
will mean that you'll have a black eye and that can take a while to disappear. 
Still makeup can overcome that, we have to do it all the time after fights," she 
grinned.
"Who do YOU think did the most damage?"
"That big gorilla Vi," replied the blonde with no hesitation. 
"Yes, she's a bit of a handful, admitted Maggie.
Emma closed her eyes and remembered the big woman tugging off the gloves, wet 
with her blood, and flinging them contemptuously onto the floor at the feet of 
the other women.
She came round and felt Maggie's cool, expert hands cleaning round her red
swollen nose and mouth. 
"Do you want to keep the g string?" she heard as if from a great distance.
"What usually happens?"
"Most of us do keep them, we never video these sessions you see, so the only
mementoes you have are the photo and the panties."
"Alright then."
"Lift your bum up and I'll take it off for you."
Emma was surprised how stiff she'd become. It most have been those sledge hammer 
blows to the ribs.
Maggie draped a large towel over her middle and told her to rest a little 
longer.
She held the completely blood-sodden g-string up and shook her head.
"I'm sure no man could go through that, especially in such good heart" 
But then, she knew from her profession that men couldn't bear pain, or the 
thought of it, as well as women.
She popped her head round the door, g-string in hand, to see what was going on 
in the gym.
They'd just finished putting the stained mattress away, till the next victim 
came along.
"Ruth,' she shouted.
'What's next on the agenda?" she enquired.
We usually put on a scrap for the new girl don't we. Do you think she's up 
to it?"
"I'll ask her."
She was rather reluctant to disturb the resting Emma.
"Emma?"
She came up onto her elbows.
"She looks much better," thought Maggie.
"Ruth's sent me in to ask you something. Don't worry it's only that we usually 
put on a fight for a new girl. She was wondering if you'd like that?"
Emma remembered the bouts she'd seen there already.
"Yes, smashing."
"Anyone you'd especially like to see in the ring?" 
"That Vi. Is there anyone who can beat her?" 
Maggie grinned.
"Yes, Ruth's beaten her every time they've fought so far." 
"That's it then."
"Ok I'll see if they're game.'
She left Emma to rest again.
Ruth darkened when she put Emma's choice to her.
She could beat Vi true, but it was never a walk over. She'd been badly hurt last 
time they'd fought. But she was no coward, she was a boxer and ready to accept a 
challenge to her prowess in the ring and her womanhood.
"Yes. Vi, come over here."
She strode over, still just in her shorts. 
"What's up?"
"Do you fancy a fight?"
"Against you?"
"That's right. Well?" snapped Ruth.
"Yes, any time."
Ruth's back was up already.
"In fours to a finish?"
"Now?"
"Let's get changed. I'll be wearing panties," she added, casting a contemptuous 
glance at Vi's huge, baggy shorts.
Vi sensed her dislike. 
"Let's do it out of the ring like we used to in the old days."
Ruth nodded gamely. But she didn't much care for the idea. It meant fighting 
on the hard wooden floor of the gym with the other women forming a ring. The 
upshot of this was that clean knock-downs were rare because the girls 
tended to hold the boxers up and push them back into the fight.
Still, she wasn't going to back down but wished there were a few more there.
Luckily before long, as if in answer to her wish, half a dozen more members did 
turn up at the club.
In less than ten minutes they were ready.
The women, all bare-breasted again, stood round eagerly awaiting the boxers.
Four people came out of the changing room at once.
Maggie, carrying the gloves. 
Emma, slightly bent wearing a hideous dressing gown. 
The two boxers, heads held high, great tits lolling around their chests as they 
strode towards the centre of the room. Both wore simple white cotton panties, 
very brief and made to look even briefer by the women's sheer bulk.
The circle of women parted to let them in.
Maggie gave one pair of gloves to one of the women then turned to Ruth to begin 
gloving her up.
Emma marvelled at the boxing gloves going on to the two women.
Both pairs were black and well worn, but they looked so small. 
In an instant Maggie and the other woman merged in with the others and the two 
fighters were left alone in the small human circle.
Emma's injuries didn't seem as bad as she watched Ruth and Vi beat each other 
up. 
Soon, like the rubber mat, the gym floor was spattered with blood. The four 
ounce gloves were wet with blood and worse than useless. There obviously were no 
rounds.
Maggie confirmed her suspicions.
"Yes, they'll keep this up now till the end."
Emma thought they must be superbly fit. They were certainly badly injured 
already.
Everyone around her was trembling with excitement.
Soon, Vi in particular, was in as bad a state as she'd been earlier, against the 
wall in the corner. 
Worse if anything. 
Emma felt good as she watched more of Ruth's hammer blows getting to Vi's face. 
A terrific right uppercut to her hanging head split her nose badly. Her 
spattered chest quickly became a curtain of flowing blood. She obviously 
couldn't see. 
Ruth didn't let up. She kept the leather f1ying. There was a pleasing thud as a 
particularly vicious right cross sent Vi to the floor. 
Ruth stood bowed and panting, her eyes on the fallen woman. 
She was badly hurt and much of the blood down over her was her own. It was from 
her nose and mouth mostly, but Emma could see that she had a nasty gash on her 
forehead.
"Those blows must have been powerful to cause that," she thought.
Vi never even twitched.
Maggie gave Emma the towels to hold. At last she got Vi sitting up.
She was a terrible sight.
Another woman joined her and they hauled her to her shaky feet. 
"Towels?" prompted Maggie.
Ruth walked over slowly and she draped one of the large towels over her and one 
over Vi.
"Hang on," she grinned and went to get the Polaroid.