A Lamb to the Slaughter?	
By Smac
An English rose tries her hand at boxing

Corrected 26/06/2001

Lady Caroline was 32, blonde and strikingly beautiful.  She was a true lady of 
leisure.  Her body was her hobby.  She was body-building long before it became 
at all  fashionable.   James,  her  husband  was  glad  that  unlike  many  
women body-builders he had seen,  many  of  them  in their  own  gym,  Caroline  
still maintained her large, firm breasts.  So many of the  others  seem  to  
have  lost their breasts as they gained muscle.  She was big, fit and strong and  
she'd  try anything once.  James had seen her thrown around their ring at  home  
by  a  huge woman wrestler, kicked and punched mercilessly by a  Korean  man,  
an  expert  in karate.  Indeed he knew that she had had all kind of fights with 
other women  so he had thought that no use to which she might put her body could 
surprise him.
But he had been wrong.  She wanted to try boxing!   She  had  become  hooked 
after seeing girl boxing when in Turkey whilst accompanying  him  on  a  
business trip.  Someone at the embassy, knowing  Caroline's  proclivity,  
suggested  they visit the very exclusive, and expensive club, where women's  
boxing  took  place, whenever they could raise enough cash to tempt a few of the 
local girl boxers  to fight.
The two matches they had seen had been well-fought.  All  four  boxers  had  
been young and quite good-looking, but none got  out  of  the  ring unscathed.   
Both fights had been over ten rounds and had gone the distance.   Although  the  
girls were good, none of them had the strength for a knock-out punch.  There was 
plenty of blood on all four girls by the end of the fight though and the  crowd  
seemed to think that they'd got their money's worth.
She didn't stop talking about the two bouts they'd seen for days.  True to  
form, it wasn't long before she was badgering James to let her have a crack at 
it.
He thought about the club where the boxing had been staged.  The place, and the 
fights, had been so disorganised, everything looked dirty, even  the  gloves, 
but worst of all the girls had been doing it  for  money.   He  didn't  want  
his gorgeous wife involved in anything like this.
"Why don't you wait till we're back in the UK.'
He went on to explain his reservations about the club.
She saw the sense in this, you could never tell what would happen in  any  
boxing ring, to add to this the uncertainty of the Turkish nature was to court 
disaster.
"When we get home I'll help you all I can to get some fights"
She was slightly disappointed, but left the matter there.  
James  inwardly hoped that she might forget all about it by the time they got 
back home.
He had misjudged her enthusiasm for the sport.  Even in the plane on the way 
home she had talked of boxing.
As soon had he was alone in his study, after they had settled in, he made a 
hasty phone  call.  He rang John, a good friend of  his  who  also  happened  
to  be  a consultant gynaecologist.
"Do you think I could meet you at the club for a drink sometime?" 
"Good."
'As soon as you can make it.'
'No, there's nothing wrong John, look I'm afraid I can't say too much  over  the 
phone.'
'Good, I'm coming up tomorrow anyway, so I'll see you at six, thanks again.' 
They met at the bar.
'Let's find a quiet corner,' breathed James. 
John was intrigued.
At last James got off the ground.
'I know this may sound silly, but you know only too well  what  a  brick  
Caroline is,' he paused, 'well the truth is she wants to have a go at boxing.'
'What do you think about it as a doctor?'
John's eyebrows shot up, he'd been asked some questions, but this was a new  one 
to him.  Like the professional he was, he didn't answer immediately.  He did 
know enough of the vivacious Caroline to believe that his friend had told  him.   
He'd have to think about the medical implications of women's' boxing, but  told  
James all that he knew about the dangers inherent in male boxing.
'Could I give you a ring sometime tomorrow with what I can dig up.'


James felt somewhat relieved.  It hadn't sounded as bad as he'd feared.
With well-padded gloves, head guards and a breast protector she'd be safer then 
if she was crossing the road.
Steeling himself he headed for the exercise room, where he  knew  Caroline  
would be.
She was looking through a catalogue of sports equipment.  He looked down  at  
the page and noted that she was studying the boxing section.
'You're still serious about boxing then?'
'Oh, yes,' she replied, looking him in the eye, 'you will help me find someone 
to fight won't you?'
He had had ample time to come to terms with it now.	He  knew  that  she'd  
only	remind him of his promise to her if he demurred.
'Yesss ok.'
'I'll have to think hard as to how to go about it.'

He left her then and returned to his study.
'I may as well try to get this sorted out now.'
The only way he was going to get any peace was to  find  her  someone  to  
fight. He had heard one of his estate managers talking about unlicensed  
boxing  in  the East End quite recently and was sure that he mentioned women 
taking part as well. Putting down the 'phone he sat back, his finger-ends 
together before his face.
'Who'd credit it.'
The manager  had  told  him  about  a  world  of  which  he  had  known  
nothing. Middle-aged retired boxers beating each other up for  a  hundred  
pounds  or  so, women boxing till they dropped and all behind firmly locked 
doors.  The BBBC knew nothing of this.  He had even given James  the telephone  
number  of  the  shady character who ran the hall.
He tried the number.
'That must rank as the strangest 'phone call I've ever made.'
The outcome was that he and Caroline were to go up and see him that very day.  
If he liked what he saw he may give her a try.  
James felt sure that his wife  would make an impression.
'What do you think I should wear?' she'd asked.
For once he thought that the  question  was  important.   She  mustn't  look  
too 'posh'.
'I know you won't like it but I think jeans and a  sweater  would  be  your  
best bet.'
He looked her up and down.  The 'jeans' turned out to be tight light blue  
leather trousers and the sweater white, very thin and tight.
'Let's go,' she opened the door and got into the passenger seat of the car. They 
drove in almost complete silence.  He felt quite ill at ease as they waited 
outside the hall for the manager.  He pulled up in a battered  Jag  and  
slouched over to meet them.  Tagging along was a girl.  He  unlocked  the  
door  and  went inside.  James stood aside for the girl and followed her  in.   
She  had  a  good figure but, for him, her black-dyed punk hair ruined her  
appearance.   She  wore black leather.  A jacket and mini-skirt, they  didn't  
match  and  looked  rather scruffy.
'Well here we are,' drawled the stranger as he showed them into his rat's  
castle of an office.
He sat behind the rubbish-strewn desk, leaving his visitors and the girl to  
find somewhere to sit amongst the debris.  
All three stood.  
He got straight down  to business.
"You done any boxing before love?'
'No not yet, but I will get some tuition before I fight here.'
The manager seemed rather put off by her  plumby  voice,  but  impressed  by  
her forthright reply.  
James's gaze returned to the girl.
'Do you know, she's really quite pretty.'
'Well we've got some boxing on next month and Sue here,' he jerked his  thumb  
in the girl's direction, 'wants a fight this time.'
He spoke of the girl as if she wasn't there.
'She's twenty is Sue, had quite a few fights, not a bad crowd-puller." 
James took the initiative.
'How long are these fights?' he asked.
'Well we usually like to go for a decision, but if the lady hasn't  boxed  
before perhaps we could make an exception.'
'Thank you very much,' thought James.
'And what do they wear, not very much I expect.'
"Same as the men, shorts and gloves, boots is optional."
'You mean they box bare to the waist?" groaned James. 
The man nodded casually.
'What size gloves?' asked Caroline brightly, remembering her catalogue.
'Eight ounce for the men, six for the ladies,' he replied offhandedly.
"Please don't make any special allowances for me, I've fought  before  plenty  
of times, but never with the gloves on."
He thought for a while.
"Well alright, I'll give you a chance, but you'd better get lots of  training  
in before you turn up here, I don't want a bloody fiasco.'
'Right,' she blushed, 'I'll show you.'
Before he could say anything more she turned and began to talk to Sue.
James moved nearer to the manager.  He knew that Caroline had finished with  
this character and it would be left to him to make the necessary 
arrangements for  the bout.
"So much for big gloves and breast protection," he thought.
"How old are you?' asked the blonde.
"Twenty.'
"Been boxing long?"
"About eighteen months.'
"Do you enjoy it?"
'Enjoy it!"
She paused for a few seconds.
"Yes I suppose I do enjoy the scrapping  but  the  money  doesn't  half  come  
in useful.  I've got a little boy and no one else."
"I wonder who I can find to train with?' said Caroline, half to herself. 
"You'll find someone,' said the punk girl with some feeling.
Caroline felt that she could get to like this urchin.
She and James needed to go their separate ways when they left the hall. 
'Meet you somewhere for lunch darling?'
"No thanks James, I'm working out at Barbie's today.' 
'Huh," he thought, "another of those crazy physical fitness freaks." 
He pulled himself up.
"No, Barbara was a nice person, muscles like coconuts, but very pretty  and  
very pleasant."
'Have a good time then love, I'll see you at the car by five."
He couldn't imagine anyone having a good time sweating  their  rocks  off  in  a 
smelly gym, but he'd known his wife too long.......
It was to be a very good day for Lady Caroline, but she wasn't to find out  
until much later.
There were four women at Barbara's when she arrived  at  about  noon,  after 
some shopping.  She and Barbie hugged, they hadn't seen each  other  for  
months.
All the women wore bikinis.  By chance she had bought a new one  earlier  and  
she gladly seized the opportunity to try it on.  Modesty was not  one  
of  Caroline's failings.  She plonked her bags down in the corner and skinned 
out of the leather trousers and sweater.  
Barbie smiled when she saw the familiar gold rings in  the big blonde's bare 
breasts.  
She found the little bikini,  and  rolling  down  her tiny panties, struggled 
into it for the first  time.   
All  eyes  were  on  her, especially her adorned nipples.  
A couple of the girls made up their minds to ask her about it later on.  
A couple of minutes later she shook her blonde hair loose and joined the others 
by the equipment.
"What do you think of the bikini Barbie, I've just bought it?"
It was very tiny, white material with thin gold strings for the  bra  straps  
and the sides of the panties.
'It's beautiful, I just hope you don't fall out of the bra." 
They all laughed.
She had a good work out and by four o'clock they were all done  for.   They  
just lounged, towels round their necks, chatting.  
Caroline's mind was on the  meeting she'd had that morning to the extent that 
she was bound to  blurt  something  out sooner or later.
"Barbie,' she said, not the least embarrassed,  I'm going to try boxing."
'Boxing! whatever next?"
'What's so unusual about that,' said one of the other women, 'I've done  quite  
a bit myself."
Caroline turned.  She was a powerful blonde woman whom  Caroline  had  never  
met before, but now knew as Sarah.
She joined her and  soon  forgot  about  the  three  other  women  in  the  
room. 
"Have you boxed lately?"
"No unfortunately, I used to fight with my  brothers,  but  we've  all  gone  
our separate ways now.  The last couple of fights I had were  about five  years  
ago with my aunt.  She was too good for me, so I didn't go back for more."
"You mean she beat you up?"
"Yes, twice as a matter of fact."
"She must have been something  else,"  thought Caroline,  surveying the  girl's
sturdy shoulders and arms.
"Can you box properly?" she asked.
'Oh yes, I trained for years alongside my brothers and they were  all	 damn  
good 	amateurs."
She had to think fast.  Today was Thursday.  She knew that James was	going  
away to a business meeting on Friday, he wouldn't be back till late on Sunday.
'Where do you live?" she asked Sarah.
She told her.  
It was only about thirty miles from their home in Berkshire.
"Look, I know it's short notice, but I've only got a couple of weeks to learn  
to box.  Do you think you could spend the weekend at my place,  I'll 
make sure  that you have a good time.'
The girl thought for a while.
'Yes I don't see why not.'
'It will make a change, and I'll enjoy having the gloves on,' she thought. 
They made the necessary arrangements, Caroline would send someone  over  to  pick 
her up after work on Friday.
The women slowly changed back into their clothes. They were a good  looking  lot 
thought Barbie.  She was glad  that  Caroline  had  teamed up  with  Sarah,  the 
gymnasium in her large house had spawned many friendships.   Her  generosity  in 
keeping what amounted to an open house, was  in  a  small  way  rewarded  as  
she watched them talking together as they left.
The other two girls had grilled Caroline about her  pierced  nipples  and  
seemed quite enthusiastic about having it done themselves.
It was too late to do anything by the time Sarah came round on  Friday.   She 
had been surprised to be collected by a chauffeur-driven car and  the  
house  took her breath away.  
Caroline decided to kill two birds with one  stone,  she  would show Sarah 
around the house and  grounds  while  the  girl  told  her  all  about herself, 
especially the boxing.
It turned out that she was twenty-two and worked as a dental  receptionist.   
She had four brothers and had always mucked in with what they were doing.  One  
after another they had all joined the local amateur boxing club, she couldn't of 
course but soon they had gloves of their own and she could join in when they 
sparred  at home.  By the time she was sixteen, she was quite a good boxer.  At 
seventeen she had persuaded an aunt of hers, who was quite a  sportswoman, to  
spar  with  her. This developed, after some weeks to a full-blown bout, watched 
by her parents and brothers.  Her father and mother hadn't been very pleased 
about it, but once  the fight started it was her own battle.  They had fought  
in  t-shirts  and  shorts, wearing six ounce gloves.  Her aunt was about ten 
years her senior and  big  with it.  She had been soundly beaten and  had  
retired  at  the  end  of  the  fifth, bleeding badly from the nose and mouth.  
Even her aunt had been glad she'd  quit, she hadn't really enjoyed hitting her 
about.  The boys were amazed that  she  had taken so much punishment.  None of 
them would have lasted so long, they had said.
Rather than scare Sarah off, the beating had strengthened her resolve.   She  
had asked her aunt for a return as soon as  the  gloves were  off.   
The  amount  of training she did in the next couple of months was phenomenal.   
The  trouble  was her aunt also took advantage of the lull to learn more about  
the sport  herself since she hadn't even put on a pair of boxing gloves  before  
sparring  with  her niece.  They came together again, Sarah lasted eight 
rounds  but  once  more  was soundly thrashed, her face in a mess.  Her eyes had 
been blacked,  her  nose  bled profusely but worst of all she had hit her aunt 
in the breasts out of desperation and she had replied, with interest.  That had 
been her last fight.
They finished the tour of the house, in the exercise room.  It was extremely 
well equipped.  During the day Caroline had been up to town in  the  
Range  Rover  and bought  hundreds  of  pounds  worth  of  gear.   Including,  
what  she  was  most enthusiastic about, several pairs of beautifully 
made boxing gloves.  They  tried a couple of pairs on and posed in front of a 
mirrored wall, as both  wore  short, very feminine dresses, the effect 
was rather incongruous.  They fooled around for a little longer with the gloves 
on then Caroline moved to leave the room.
'Let's go down to my lounge, do you like wine?'
The girl sat waiting for Caroline to fetch a couple of bottles from  the  
cellar. She couldn't believe her surroundings.  She had already been shown  
to  the  room she was to occupy.  It was larger than the whole of her flat.
'Here we are.'
She raised the elegant, fluted glass to her pink lips.
'This is living.'
'I bought a couple of video's whilst in town, shall we see what they're like?"

One of them  was  a  'Sport  for  All'  beginners  guide  to  boxing,  which  
was reasonable.  The other was the classic 'Greatest Moments' film 
featuring over  an hour of non-stop knock-outs, men of course, but enough  to  
give  the  two  women something to talk about.  
They retired to bed after sharing a third bottle.
Breakfast was a leisurely affair.  Coffee and toast with orange juice. 
"What shall we do first?' asked Caroline, stretching.
'How about trying some of the things from that training video?'
'Yes, that might wake me up."
In the exercise room, they discovered they  had  a  problem.   They  managed  
the shorts and t-shirts alright, but when  it  came  to  donning  the  
big  ten-ounce gloves, it was obvious that one pair couldn't be laced up.
"Damn,' said Caroline, "I should have thought of that.  I'll have to get Molly 
to sew in a couple of strips of Velcro when she arrives.'
For the present they padded around, barefoot, on the thick carpet, circling  
each other and feigning left leads.  They soon found that their long 
blonde  hair  was another problem.  
Caroline heard a car on the drive.
"Right, that will be Molly, let's get ourselves sorted out a little better." 
They both dropped their tired arms and shook the heavy gloves off.
The daily had hardly got into the kitchen before she was set upon.
'Hi Molly, could you do a little sewing job for us?"
"Right mam, shall I put the kettle on first?' 
"Oh, yes of course,' smiled Caroline.
She had been a little taken aback at the girls  dress, but when  they  produced  
the boxing gloves from behind their backs her eyebrows rose.
"Queer lot."
Soon they were all enjoying a cup of tea, whilst Molly dealt with the gloves.
'Have you anything in your sewing box that  we  could  tie  our  hair  back  
with Molly?"
She began to rummage and came up with two red ribbons.
'Will these do?"
'Yes lovely."
'See you at lunch-time."
She told Molly they would just have a very light snack at midday but asked her 
if she would stay on in the evening and prepare something special for dinner.
They raced back upstairs.
'This is more like it," said Sarah pulling on the gloves  once  more,  this  
time both girls felt  the  cuffs  tight  around  their  wrists.   Their  hair  
was  in pony-tails, tied up with the red ribbon.
They entered into the spirit of the thing, real punches flew.  Both took a 
couple of heavy thumps in the face.  They parted, tears in their eyes.  They  
each  knew it was time for the head guards.  The guards helped, they could hit  
hard  and  try out the moves they had seen on the tape, without having 
to  worry  about  getting hurt too much.  
Caroline had about three weeks to  prepare  for  her  match,  she would have 
spend a great deal of time in the ring, if she  got  beaten  up  every time, she 
wouldn't last very  long.   No,  the  head-guards  were  horrible,  but 
necessary.  Both knew it, their style began to develop quickly.
"She's a natural,' thought Sarah, 'all I'll have to do is to  give  her  as  
much opportunity for practice as possible and show her some of the training 
routines." She had already come to terms with the fact that she was going to be  
spending  a good deal of time at the house with Caroline in the next few weeks.
During a lull in hostilities she said to Caroline, 'I think we should be  
looking for at least one other person for you to spar with, you'll get  too  
used  to  my style for your own good otherwise."
They thought for a long time.  
There was only  one  real  possibility.   
Caroline knew she wrestled and scrapped around generally, but with the  
gloves  on?   Well there was only one way she would find out.
'Let's do a few more minutes, then go down for a drink and a snack."
Ever since she had seen the girls boxing In Turkey, Caroline had wondered what 
it would feel like to take a punch in the breasts.  She found out 
as Sarah  hit  her very hard in her well-filled t-shirt.  It hurt, that was for 
sure, but  once  the initial stinging smart had gone all that remained for her  
to  bear  was  a  dull throbbing.  She was much bigger than any of the Turkish 
girls had been.  Her bust measurement stood at forty inches and her breasts were 
very full, when she wore a bra it had to be a C cup.  She tried to get to 
Sarah's bulging t-shirt front  but she was too clever, coming  over Caroline's 
probing arms with lefts and rights  to the head.
'Thank heaven for the head guards." 
They leant on each other.
"Phew, let's cool off for a while before we eat," suggested Sarah, "did you 
think of anyone else for sparring sessions?'
Caroline told her about Eve, the girl she had in mind.
"I suppose I shall have to ring her, but I'm not  sure  how  I  will  broach  
the subject.'
They pulled the sweaty gloves off, and struggled out of the head-guards.
"How's the breast,' asked Sarah kindly.
'Oh fine replied Caroline cupping her left breast  with  her  right  hand,  and 
squeezing it gently.
Au she did so the thin material stretched even tighter over the  bulging  
breast, Sarah wondered what it was poking out where the nipple should be.
'You haven't still got those rings in have you?'
'Oh no, I took them out and put little sleepers in, look."
She yanked up the hem of her damp t-shirt  to  reveal  her  great  bare  
breasts. Through each hard brown nipple was a small gold bar.
'It's up to you of course, but I should take those out too if it  were  me.   
You never know what's going to happen when you're in a boxing ring.  A 
glancing  blow could catch somewhere, then you'd know it."
Caroline realised how lucky she had been up till  now.   Tugging  at  the  
clingy shirt, she pulled it off completely.  She showed Sarah how the 
sleepers came out. 
"That's better," she said.  
'Do you think my nipples could be done?' blushed Sarah.
"Let's have a look.'
Sarah drew her shirt over her head, for the first time Caroline became aware 
that she had worn a bra.  She reached round behind her and  slipped  
the  catch.   Her breasts were beautiful.  Unlike her own Sarah's teats were 
very  dark  and  long. She rolled each between finger and thumb, they  
grew  slightly  longer  and  even harder.
'Oh yes,' crooned Caroline, "it would be an easy job to pierce those.  Look,  
the day before my fight, when we stop training, I'll take you to  the  girl  
who  did mine and we'll get them done.'
"Does it hurt much?'
"No, you don't feel a thing, a bit sore for a day or so, but nothing really.' 
They grabbed a thin robe each, belting them up as they trotted downstairs. 
"Ah, there you are, I was just about to come to find you."
Caroline didn't feel hungry, she went off to her lounge to try to make  a  
'phone call.
The dialled the number apprehensively.
"Hello Eve."
She began by explaining to her about her agreeing to box at the hall and how  
she had to get herself ready in a couple of weeks. 
 Eve didn't sound at all surprised and what's more she was saved the trouble of 
having to  ask  her  directly  about helping out.  Eve offered her services for 
as long as necessary, she had  nothing  on at the time, no work, no man.
'Perhaps you could pack a case and come round, I've a sparring  partner  here  
at the moment, but she will have to leave tomorrow.'
"Fine, see you soon."
Caroline came bouncing back into the kitchen.
'Finished Sarah?'
They fled upstairs.  
Caroline was bursting.  
There were no chairs in the exercise room, they sprawled on the deep carpet.
'Well?' asked Sarah.
"Eve says she'll come and stay for as long as I like,  she  didn't  go  into  
any detail about her boxing activities, but she is quite prepared to spar  and  
such. Knowing her, she will be here soon, what shall we do till she comes?"
They began to sort out some of the gear that she had  bought  the  previous  
day. The gowns kept falling open at the front,  Caroline  discarded  
hers  completely, Sarah soon followed suit.  They worked hard.  
When they'd finished  Sarah  showed Caroline how to skip properly.  Her large 
sweaty breasts bounced up and  down  as she did so.
"I think I may need to wear a bra for that," grinned Caroline.
"Try it."
She took the rope and began slowly.  As she gathered speed her breasts  began  
to flop, but not too badly.

'You'll do,' laughed Sarah.

Molly called through the door, 'there's someone to see you.'
'Shan't be long,' said Caroline, pulling her gown back on.
In the hall was Eve.  
There were two cases at her feet, one  large  suitcase, the other a vanity case.  
They hugged as if they hadn't seen each other for  months, in fact Eve was a 
regular guest at the hall.  She  was  even  more  dedicated  to body-building 
than Caroline herself.  She worked as a Company  Secretary  for  a fairly large 
pharmaceutical company.  At  just  twenty-nine  it  showed  that  it wasn't only 
her physical powers that were well above  average.   Unlike  the  two blondes, 
her hair was dark brown, shiny and very long,  covering  her  shoulders. 
Caroline knew that when in the office, she wore it up in a  bun,  but  hated  
it, preferring instead to let it fly as it did now.  She was quite short,  
especially when compared to the statuesque blonde walking before her up the 
stairs.  She was fairly stocky and her face, though quite pretty, had  a  hard,  
no-nonsense  look about it.  Vitality was the other quality she exuded, she had 
so much go in  her.
They burst in on Sarah.  Though still dressed only  in  her  little  shorts,  
she showed no sign of embarrassment.
'This is Eve.'
They exchanged greetings.
Caroline thought she'd better pop the question before Sarah said something out 
of line.
'Have you ever done any boxing Eve?'
By way of a reply the brunette bent down and  opened  the  vanity  case  she  
had brought up with her, tipping it upside down.  A couple of pairs  of  
what  looked like six ounce gloves, some shorts and a singlet fell out.
'What with the lack of opponents and my being unable to turn  up  at  the  
office with any facial injuries, at least not too often, I can't get enough 
fights.'
'I better tell Molly there'll be one more for dinner.'
'What are you two up to at the moment?' asked Eve.
'We were just straightening the place up somewhat,' replied Caroline, unknotting 
her belt, letting the gown slide onto the floor.
Eve began to feel overdressed, besides it was hot in the room.
'Let me get into my shorts, we must make the best use of the time.'
She unbuttoned her elegant cream dress at the cuffs, then down through the  
front before stepping out of it.  Sarah eyed her musculature enviously.  
All  she  wore under the dress was a little light blue tanga slip.
Caroline couldn't contain herself, 'you look great Eve.'
'I feel great, no work now for a fortnight and I've got the next six  months  
off too.'
'How come?' asked Caroline.
'I've been sent back to school, a six-month sandwich course at university.'
'You should be able to get two or three bouts in if you're lucky,' grinned 
Sarah. 
'Come on Caroline let's have a bash,' said Eve, stepping on to the 
mat.
She joined her, Sarah got the ten ounce gloves and head guards.  She fastened  
the gloves on the two women but when she made to put one of  the  
guards  over  Eve's long tresses she shook her head.
'No thanks I'd rather be beaten up than wear one of those hideous things.'
'Ok but you understand that Caroline will have to wear hers?'
'Fine.'
They raised their fists and straight away Eve began to test  the  blonde.   
Punch after punch thudded into her belly.  She was naturally tough  but  
after  half  a dozen or so her face was contorted with pain.  She took a few 
more, then  slumped to the mat, her large gloves over her abdomen.  
Sarah's  reproachful  eye  caught Eve's.  Eve dropped her gloves and sighed.
'Sorry about that I got rather carried away.'
Caroline picked herself up off the mat, pushing down with the ten-ouncers.
'That's Ok,' she grinned, "I don't expect it will be the last time."
Sarah went over to her and rubbed her flushed tummy with her bare hands.
'Why can't you let her practice her punching on your gloves Eve then I  can  
take her head gear off.'
Caroline spent a long time with Eve and by the time she  was  completely  
punched out. She felt had learnt a lot.  
When she had recovered she suggested  that  they all go for a run round the 
estate then  go  for  a  swim.   By  the  time  they'd finished they should have 
worked up a decent appetite.
They jogged back to the house hot and sweaty despite the fact that all they  
wore were shorts and singlets.  Pausing only to kick off their trainers  they  
plunged into the pool.  Once in the water, off came the three vests.
'See you in the dining room at eight thirty,' smiled  Caroline,  she  kicked  
the damp towel into a corner.                        
'It must be nice to have someone to clean up after you,'  thought Sarah.
After a superb dinner the girls sat, with Caroline as  bar-tender,  and
watched the 'knock out' video.	
'If I'd thought about it before I left home I could have brought some videos  of 
some  of  my fights," said Eve apologetically.      
'That's alright,' replied Caroline, 'we can go and pick them up  ready	for  
next 	weekend.  You will pop over again won't you Sarah?'
'Sure.'
Sunday morning kicked off with a refreshing swim, all three wore  bikini 
bottoms.
Once dry Caroline and Sarah were gloved up, both in head guards, to begin some 
more 	careful sparring.  Sarah was to leave late in the day and Caroline thought 
she'd better make to most of the time remaining to practice with her.  Weight 
training followed then, just before lunch, after constant badgering by Caroline, 
Sarah and 	Eve agreed to give a brief exhibition match in eights.  
Caroline was so	excited, she hadn't seen any serious boxing since Turkey.   
She  fussed  around the  two 	girls, in her haste she forgot to tie up their 
hair and the fight was	delayed for a couple of minutes whilst she searched for 
the ribbons.
'How many rounds girls?'
Sarah was quite tired after the sparring and exercises, 'three would	suit 
me."
'Yes fine,' agreed Eve, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Caroline mentally wrestled with the stop-watch.  Anything in the least technical
was a complete mystery to her.
At last she called, "round one."
The girls began to circle each other.
'They look very impressive,' thought Caroline.
Their damp bikini bottoms had been discarded after the swim and  all  three  
wore tight little shorts, produced from Caroline's immense stock of 
boxing gear.   The boxers eyed each other over the beautiful black gloves.   
Suddenly  they  erupted into action, it was as if someone had thrown a 
switch.  The club  in  Turkey  had been crowded and noisy.  Here Caroline  could  
hear  the  unmistakable  sound  of leather on flesh, female flesh.  
She winced as Sarah took a cruel straight  right to her left breast.  The large 
white mass of soft tissue  flared  red  instantly. She never faltered.  Her 
face flushed a little but she countered with a  stinging left of her own, it 
took Eve between the  eyes.   She  shook  her  head  and  the leather began 
to fly again.  Both took a couple of hard  punches  to  the  chest. 
Caroline was so engrossed, she forgot all about the stop  watch.   When  she  
did look down she was surprised to find that the round was  already  half over.   
The girls were red-faced both from exertion and from the attention  of  the  
stinging gloves.  But for the few punches to the breasts,  the  head  had  been  
the  main target for both.  And so it went on till the end of the round, heads 
were  rocked as the thick eight ounce gloves thudded home.  
When she parted them  after  three minutes she was shocked by the bruising on 
their  faces,  especially  around  the eyes.
'Anybody need any help?" she asked weakly.
The boxers just flopped onto the mat and lay panting.
'The next round should be quieter,' thought Caroline.
She watched them face each other for the second.  They  bore  the  same  look  
of determination displayed at the start.   A  cracking  right  from  
Eve  started  a trickle of blood from Sarah's already-swollen nose.  She made to 
step in  between them but both girls waved her away with open-gloved  gestures.   
Sarah  lost  her cool, she waded into the dark-haired girl, hitting  out  
indiscriminately.   
Eve, back-pedalling, let  her  come  on,  blocking   nearly  all  of  the  blows  
most effectively.  She judged the blonde's forward motion beautifully.  When  
she  was in top gear Eve pulled up and drove a perfect straight right  from  the  
shoulder into the middle of Sarah's face.  
Her nose  was smashed flat against her face  and for the first time since her 
fights with  her aunt  she  went  to  the  floor. 
Caroline was worried but Eve simply knelt down near where Sarah lay on  
her  back and whispered into her ear.
'You ok love?'
'Yes, but I've had enough for now I'm afraid,' she said, through lips wet with 
the blood running from her nose.
Eve helped the fallen girl, first to sit up, then  to  stand,  somewhat  
shakily, holding on the top rope for support.
'Ok Sarah, let's get a shower,' laughed Eve.
The tension broke and Caroline helped them off with their gloves.
Whilst they showered Caroline tidied the exercise room and thought about the 
fight she had just seen.  
The two girls looked similar in build,  Eve  being  the shorter but they were 
evenly matched from a weight point of view.  So why was  it that she had 
overpowered the blonde so completely?  
She brimmed  with  confidence and was probably much more aggressive, the later 
evidencing itself in  her  having got to the top in a mans' world.   Was this  
sufficient  to  give  her  such  an advantage.  She decided to ask Eve about her 
boxing experience.
They reappeared pink and clean in their short dresses.  
Caroline skinned  out  of her shorts and got Eve to zip her into her own dress.  
She noticed  that  Sarah's nose was still slightly swollen but it wouldn't 
notice at  a  glance.   
After  an adequate, but  not  large,  midday  meal  Caroline  
packed  Sarah  off  in   the chauffeur-driven car.  She had promised to come 
over the following  weekend  for further sparring practice.
"Caroline felt that things  were  beginning  to  come  together.   She  felt  
more  confident and much less of a 'freak' now that she was in the company of a  
couple of other women boxers.   
The question of sustaining an injury in the ring was brought home to her  by  
her image of Sarah flat on her back with blood on her face.
"Oh well, it's rather too late to begin to brood on that,' she thought, 'none  
of the women we saw in Turkey cane off without some facial damage so I'm sure 
that I must have thought about it then, I will just have to make sure that I 
come  fully to terms with it before I fight Sue.'  
They headed for the  hall. 
She and Eve waved as the car swept down the drive.
"Right", said the brunette briskly, 'let's get down to some real training.'
'It seems odd to be working out on a Sunday afternoon, most people just relax."
'It's the only tine I get to train most weeks.  It seems  strange  to  me  to  
be training with someone else it's usually a solitary day for me.  I  get  up  
early and go for a run, then spend the rest of the day and most of the  evening  
in  my little gym.'
In the exercise roam they slipped their short, dresses off.
'I think I'll give the shorts a miss,' grinned Eve, 'I usually train in a pair 
of these.'
She hooked a thumb in the thin waistband of her blue tanga.
Caroline's nude back disappeared through the door.
'I'll be back in a tick.'
When she returned she too wore nothing but a very small pair of bikini panties.
'How many press ups?' asked Eve, taking charge.
'Oh, twenty-five to start with,' grinned Caroline.
After the press-ups they tried sit-ups.  
Caroline could do this with  consummate ease.  She took the opportunity to ask 
Eve about her past in the boxing ring.
'Well I had my first fight about five years ago when I was  twenty-four.   I  
had been body-building for a couple of years by then and I'd  made  a  
good  deal  of muscle.  I was going through a trough at the time, it seemed I 
did nothing in  my spare time but work-out or sleep.  I was talking 
about my need for a change or at least the opportunity to use my body for 
something other than pumping iron,  with a girl at one of the gyms I used to 
use.  She gave me an address and told  me  to go round at eight the following 
Friday.  Perplexed, I turned up.  There were four other girls there, one was 
Debbie, the one who had give me  the  address.   She introduced me and told me 
that the group met to box and wrestle once a month.   I was fascinated.  There 
was to be one wrestling and one boxing match  that  night, if I cared to stay.  
Cared to stay, wild horses couldn't have  dragged  me  away.
The wrestling was quite good, but very static and for most of the time the  
girls struggled with each other on the floor.  They had worn bikinis.  The   
boxing  was something else.  Debbie and her opponent, a sixteen year old  with  
a  fantastic body, also wore bikinis, but the other two girls fitted them up 
with thick, black boxing gloves before setting them against each other.  Despite  
them  both  being quite muscular they looked almost graceful as they moved 
around the room.  One of the girls had a stop watch and I asked her how many 
rounds the fight would  last. She told me it was up to the fighters.  Debbie had 
punched her  opponent  into  a corner and was hitting her hard to the bikini 
top.   I  winced  as  the  thudding blows went in. The spunky teenager lashed 
out and caught Debbie with a beautiful slug in the nose.  First blood.  Tears 
ran dawn her red cheeks, blood  down  over her pouting lips.  I was already 
hooked.  The fight ended in the third  with  the youngster measuring her length 
on the floor.  Both girls had lost quite a lot  of blood from the nose and mouth 
but after a shower, neither looked  the  worse  for wear.  The next day I bought 
all the boxing training books I  could  find  and  a couple of pairs of gloves.
Caroline could imagine how she had felt watching that  first  fight,  she'd  
been through the same experience all those months ago in Turkey.
She and Eve worked very hard all the week, much of the time was spent  with  the 
gloves  on.   Sarah  arrived  on  Friday evening.   She  was impressed  by  the 
improvement in Caroline when she watched the display of sparring put on for her.
She looked more serious, the constant grin was gone.  Eve, she noticed,  looked 
slightly battered.  She was still refusing to wear a head guard, but it was 
clear she wouldn't last the following week without succumbing.  Sarah noticed 
James  in the corner of the room.  He came forward to unglove his wife.  
She went to Eve.
"Who is that?'
"It's James, Caroline's husband of course.'
She noticed that the two women wore nothing but the gloves and tiny tanga  
slips, except that is for Caroline's head guard.  Their impressive breasts 
looked rather red and sore.  The gloves finally yielded and she tossed them 
onto the stool.  The group met in the middle of the floor.  Caroline introduced 
James to Sarah.
'He's been helping out since Monday Sarah.  You weren't too keen on  me  
fighting before were you darling?' she said grinning at her husband.  'But 
we've  won  him round haven't we Eve?'
'Yes, he even spars with her now.'
She looked James up and down.  He was dressed only in running shorts so she 
could appreciate his athletic body.  Caroline had told her that he 
regularly  ran  and worked out with her and here he was, in  the  flesh.                       
'Let's fit in a swim before we settle down for the evening,' suggested Caroline.
The three went out of the room, leaving Sarah to change.  She had worn  
something which she thought more in keeping with the surroundings than 
the short mini dress she had arrived in the previous weekend.  It was a white 
sleeveless dress,  quite long.  It looked, at first glance to be a kind of 
thick brushed  linen,  but  the weight gave it away, it was in fact thin, fine  
calf  leather.   The  only  other items of clothing she wore were a white g-
string and  a  pair  of  simple,  white court shoes.  It was the work of a 
moment to kick off the  shoes  and  slide  the long zip down the side of the 
dress from armhole to hem.   Loosely  knotting  her long blonde hair at the nape 
of her neck, she turned to check herself out in wall mirror.
She spun round, 'James will be dead from  the  waist  down  if  he  doesn't  
look twice,' she grinned, tightening her buttocks  and flexing  her  
shoulders.   Her large, creamy breasts jutted out most provocatively.
She bent, glancing at the reflection of her bare bum in the mirror, to rummage 
in her bag for a towel.
She had been right, James had had a week to get used to Eve and his wife's 
almost naked state, but he couldn't take his eyes off  this  new  girl's  
luscious  bare body.  Sarah stayed out of the water for longer than was really 
necessary, giving him ample time to feast his eyes on her.  At last she 
darted into the pool.
As her pink, round bottom disappeared beneath the  surface  James  gasped,  
'phew what a sight.'
He'd had a dip earlier so was more than content to sit on the side of  the  
pool, his feet dangling in the cool, blue water and watch  the  three  
beautiful  women gambol and splash before him.
'I must be one of the luckiest men alive,'  he  thought.   'But  I  really  
can't imagine any of them boxing.'
Then he reconsidered, there had been nothing wrong with the punches his wife  
had landed on him during the week and when she and Eve had sparred the  brunette  
had gone down several times after blows to her unprotected head.
'Yes, I suppose they really are serious.'
He tore himself away to check the preparations for the  evening.   They  were  
to have an early dinner then a few drinks while they watched a video 
of one of Eve's recent fights, which she had been home to collect during the 
week.
'Tell us about the fight,' pleaded Caroline.
They drew themselves closer around the coffee table.
Eve sat back, took a sip from her drink and began to relate  the  memory  of  
the battle.
"We fought at a boyfriend's house, he's jot a  full  sized  ring  set  up  in  
an outhouse.  About six months ago it was.  I had  arranged  a  fortnight's  
holiday especially in case I need time to recover from the fight.  He found the  
opponent for me I remember.  She was much younger than me, about twenty five.  I 
think she was a body builder as well.  She told me that she had a  great  deal  
of boxing experience and she certainly seemed keen to get on with  the  fight.   
John,  the fella, made us agree rules first though.  So we decided on fifteen 
rounds in  six ounce gloves.'
He was to act as referee, as the girl, Alison had brought no-one with her, it 
was all we could do.  The only other person there was a girl friend of mine  who  
was to operate the video camera.  I asked Alison if she had brought anything to 
wear. She fished around in her capacious hand bag and shook out a  little  
shiny  black bikini by way of an answer.  I said 'ok' and we left John by  
himself  whilst  we changed.  I could see I was up against a tough customer when  
she  had discarded her tight skirt and top.  Her big breasts weren't the only 
thing about  her  that bulged,' laughed Eve.
James got up to get fresh drinks.
'I could see her biceps and thighs were especially well developed while she 
stood there, openly showing herself off to me.  She wore a brief bra and 
pantie set  in white, but not for long.  Naked, it became clear to me that 
although she was quite stocky, it was all solid muscle.  She must have worked 
like the very devil to get into shape.  After she had tied the sides of the tiny 
bikini bottom  and  knotted the bows of the black wet look bra I began to 
strip.  Using her tactics  I  posed rather as I undressed and her jaw dropped 
not a little when she realised  that  I was in pretty good shape myself.  In 
fact we were amazingly  evenly  matched,  at least in physique.  I strolled 
naked, over to my bag and found  my  small  white, cotton bikini.  I tied up 
my hair, her curly blonde hair wasn't going to pose any problem left as it was.  
We looked at each other and  then  down  at  the  flimsy string bras we 
each wore.  Nothing was said but we both began to untie  them,  we were both big 
girls, thirty eights at least, I don't honestly  think  they  would have 
kept us decent for long anyway.  Laughing, we ran down to get started.  John 
pulled off my rings, which I had forgotten in my haste  to  get  into  the  
ring. Then he pushed the little black gloves on and tied  them  tightly.   He  
couldn't keep his eyes off these,' she said,  cupping  her  bulging  breasts,  
making  her cleavage so much deeper above her very low cut neckline.
'He checked my ears too to make sure that I hadn't left my earrings in, then 
went over to Alison.  Her chest was even bigger than mine  and his face reddened 
as  he bent over them, tying on her red six ouncers.  Luckily he didn't bother 
to  bring us to the centre of the ring for all that boring business, he just 
said 'go' and we were at it.  Well the rest you can see for yourselves.'
James refreshed the drinks then started the video.  They all  watched  the  
small screen in rapt attention.  The tape started with the two girls climbing 
into  the ring.
'Wow, she is a big girl,' whistled James as the camera roomed in on  her  
jutting tits.  They both looked very impressive but Caroline was pleased to see 
them both smiling, she was sure she would enjoy such a competitive, yet sporting 
challenge as the red gloves went on Caroline asked, 'weren't you scared, you 
seem  to  have been as happy as a sandboy?'
'Oh yes, I was as nervous as a kitten, especially seeing her built like that, 
you see I'll never even met her before.  But you just have to put on a brave 
face and think positive.'
Suddenly the male voice cried 'go' and the fight was on.
The boxing gloves looked tiny on the ends of their strong arms, much smaller 
than the eight ounce gloves they had been using for sparring up till then.
'I must try six ounce gloves next  week,  that's  what  I'll  be  fighting  in  
next Saturday,' thought Caroline.
Her heart skipped a beat as she realised how close the fight actually  was.   
She whispered to Eve about the gloves.
'Right that settles it, I'm definitely wearing a head guard  from  now  on,'  
she sighed to herself.
Back to the video.	
The first blows were beginning to land. The boxers having  spent  about  half  a 
minute sizing each other up.   Eve's long pony tail swished  as  she  took  an 
especially hard right cross to the side of  her face.
'Christ I bet that hurt,' winced Sarah.
She covered up slightly and let the blonde hit her  about the  arms  and  gloves 
until she was recovered sufficiently to mount an attack of her own.   The  
blonde grunted as Eve's lightly padded fist crashed into her hard, muscle-ribbed  
belly.
She had been so intent on beating a tattoo  on  the brunette's  guard  that  she 
hadn't noticed the right fist drop, but she certainly felt the  uppercut  
go  in. Her mien changed instantly, no longer this a walk-over victory for her, 
her  eyes dulled as she realised how hard she was going  to  have  to  
work  just  to  stay conscious.  A wry smile flashed across Eve's lips, both on 
the screen and in  the flesh.  She'd hadn't merely taken the wind out 
of this young bruiser's belly  but out of her sails as well.  Her gloves dropped 
as she fought for breath.   It  was Eve's turn to hit out now.  She did 
so much more coldly.  Soon the blonde's  lips were bleeding badly enough for the 
gore to be clearly visible on the video.  Soon she forgot the pain in her guts 
and began to back pedal, dabbing at her torn lips with the bright red gloves.  
She never came back at Eve before  John  called  the end of the round.  He 
dipped the corner of a towel into water and wiped the blood from her face.
'I bet you felt pretty good then,' said Sarah.	
'Yes, it was a great round for me, I certainly put her in her place.  But I  
knew it wasn't going to be a walk over for me, she was a very  strong  
girl  and  very determined.  Well, you'll see.'
They looked back to see the fighters come out for the  second.   It  was  
obvious that both knew the score.  They knew this was going to be a hard 
scrap, a  battle of attrition.  Eve thumped a very hard right into the  blonde's  
face  again  and took a right counter cross to her left breast, the first 
punch to the chest  thus far.
Sarah and Caroline looked over to Eve.
She smiled faintly and thought to  herself,  'you've  got  some  of  that  
coming Caroline.'
Attention returned to the video.  They were swapping punch for punch in the 
small ring.  The thick leather crashed into their faces, soon  the  blonde  
wasn't  the only girl with blood at her lips.  Six ounce gloves on such powerful  
women  only afforded some little protection for their hands, none  at all  for  
the  target. Their large breasts wobbled and swayed as they laid into each 
other.   The  other sound on the tape, apart from the noise of leather  on  
sweaty  flesh  was  their panting and the odd gasp as the leather thudded home.  
As the  round  drew  to  a close, Eve repaid the tit punch she  had  taken  in  
the  first.   Alison  sagged visibly as the hard glove drove into her left 
breast.  Her already pale face went white and she grimaced.  She turned for her 
corner with her right glove  cupping the flaming tit.
John was too embarrassed to attempt to ease  the  pain  in  Alison's  chest.   
She massaged her reddened breast as best she could with her gloved hands.  Eve 
smiled at her attempt to dull her agony.  He looked at both girls' mouths, the  
bleeding didn't seem too bad, anyway he left them to sit out the minute's rest  
in  peace. Eve wriggled against the padded corner-post.  Her back was already so 
sweaty that the long hank of auburn hair was sticking uncomfortably  to  her  
drenched  skin.  She made a mental note to knot it up next time she fought.  It 
would be  no  good asking John to do it, men were hopeless at such things and  
the  gloves  were  so well taped onto her fists that she certainly couldn't have 
got them off and on again in under a minute.  Her thoughts were interrupted by 
the  shout  from John.
Out they danced for  the  third.  Alison's tit,  though  still  red,  only 
throbbed gently and she felt her old self again.  They fired left leads into 
each other's bosoms, and whimpered as the gloves sank in.  John was clearly 
enjoying every minute of the fight.  He looked them up and down noting	 that  
they  were both covered in a sheen of glistening sweat it literally ran  down  
Eve's  back and cleavage soaking into her thin, white cotton bikini bottom to 
the extent that the material had become virtually transparent.  The cleft  
between  her  buttocks and the dark outline of the triangle of her pubic hair      
were easy to see.   Alison also sweated profusely,  but  her  dark panties 
afforded him  no  such  erotic spectacle.  However the might of her massive 
breasts, swollen even  bigger  after the attention they had received from the 
brunette's hard black gloves  more  than made up for this loss.  Even as he was 
still feasting his eyes on her  bosom  Eve pumped a vicious straight right 
square into the nipple of Alison's  left  breast. The big blonde sank to one 
knee, her  right  glove  supporting  the  crushed  orb, trying to take some of 
the weight of the aching meat.  John looked at his  watch. She would have to 
get up and face the brunette's  cruel  fists  or  lose  the fight.  She could 
hear the count proceeding.  She rose with  a  groan  at  eight. The dark 
girl came for her again, she instinctively lashed out  with  her  right. The 
glove arced round and connected with Eve as she  came  in,  fast.   Her  
nose exploded blood, down over her chin, splashing onto her jutting  breasts,  
running down her cleavage.  She could see nothing through a veil of  tears.   
Alison  was quick to seize upon the unexpected opportunity.  She went for the 
nose again  but missed, taking the brunette  hard in  the  mouth  with  the  
short  right.   Eve squealed.  She wasn't afraid or unprepared to be  hurt,  no 
one  getting  into  a boxing ring was, but she was the one that was supposed to 
be dishing it out,  not taking it.  Still that was boxing.  Gamely she came up 
on to her toes and  though bleeding profusely from both nose and mouth,  went  
forward  again  to  meet  her equally tough opponent.  Eve certainly looked the 
worse for wear now.  John would have to clean her up during the break.  They 
stood off, warily whipping  at  each other's heads with long left leads until he 
called for the end of the round.   He went  straight  to  Eve's  corner,  taking  
a  damp  sponge  he  dabbed,   rather ineffectually, at the lower half of 
her face.  He couldn't bring himself to touch her heaving breasts though so when 
she finally persuaded him to leave  her  alone she was still left 
with a good deal of blood down her front.  The nose  began  to run again 
immediately and soon more crimson began to  splash  onto  her  swelling 
tits.
'What a mess,' she said to herself.  She'd been in worse states  than  this  
many times in the ring, but never this early in a fight.
The blonde looked undamaged but the brunette thought that  her  breasts  must  
be hurting her a good  deal.   Alison  was  only too  aware  of  her  
breast  pain, especially the left.  Eve's hard fist had crushed  the  breast  
and  skinned  the large pale-pink nipple slightly.  She tried rubbing with 
the gloves again but the stinging pain from the grazed nipple made her desist 
instantly.  They  sat,  each bearing their own pain until, rising slowly 
they came  together  for  the  fourth time.
Eve looked serious as she relived the fight.
She made up her mind to make the blonde bleed.  At least then she  wouldn't  
feel so bad about her own facial injuries.  She'd bled much worse in many  
fights  but usually the other girl had taken her fair share too, Alison  looked  
as  she  had done when she had stepped into the ring except for the veneer of 
perspiration all over her, that and her flushed face and breasts.  Eve 
knew that her  build  meant that her reach was quite a bit shorter than the 
blonde's so it was on  the  cards that she would take some leather in her own 
face in the process.  This  was  what boxing was all about to Eve, if you 
thought that you could get into  a  ring  and knockout another girl without 
having a glove  laid  on  you,  you  were  deluding yourself, dangerously.  The 
seconds were ticking by, Alison  probably  knew  that her lucky streak was over 
and that she would need to work hard again to  stay  in the ring with 
the powerful Eve.  The brunette saw a chink in Alison's  guard  and lashed out 
with one of her favourite punches, a right uppercut.  It was meant 
for the point of the jaw, but if it missed and scraped the girl's lips and  
nose,  so much the better. Unluckily, for the blonde it landed, full force, on 
her  chin. She staggered.  Eve saw her chance.  She slugged Alison about the 
face with  both 	hands.  Her soft, full lips burst and her nose opened up as if  
a  tap  had  been turned on.  The brunette allowed herself a thin smile.  This 
was  more  like  it, Alison was still finding it difficult to remain upright. 
She pawed, unseeing  at the girl still piling punches into her face.  Her eyes 
were full of tears.   They weren't real tears, she was too tough for that and 
she'd been  in  the  ring  too long, no they were tears caused by her squashed 
nose and her  frustration.   Eve thought she must go down soon, John hoped so as  
he  watched  helplessly  at  the blonde also becoming covered in her own blood.  
She hadn't been knocked down many times in her boxing past and she seemed 
determined not to fall, even  to  gain  a brief respite from the leather still  
thudding  into  her  bleeding  face.   Eve, though intent on her task, felt 
great admiration for the blonde tottering  before her.  At last Alison grabbed 
for the top rope and John, a very experienced  boxer himself, stepped in to give 
the girl a standing count.  She  hung  on  the  ropes panting hard, Eve stood 
off, her gloves at her hips ready to wade  into  her  as soon as John's count 
reached eight.  He looked into the blonde's eyes, though  he could detect fear, 
she looked quite alert.  Almost reluctantly  he  motioned  Eve forward.  
Glancing at his watch he was cheered to see that  Alison  only  had  to last 
another twenty seconds, then she could take a rest.  The brunette  made  the 
most of the time though.   She  bullied  the  blonde into  her  own  corner  and
proceeded to beat her relentlessly about the breasts till John broke them up  
for the break.  He just managed to get Alison's stool under her and she 
slumped onto it.
'You've had enough haven't you love?' he asked.
She said nothing.  Tears streamed down her cheeks.  They  were  real  tears  
this time.  She had been pushed  farther  than  ever  before.   
Perhaps  it  would  be sensible to stay put rather than go out for  the fifth.   
She'd  wait  till  the minute was up, then decide.
He didn't bother to clean them up at all, assuming that it was all over.
Alison stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes  with  her  blood-
stained gloves.  She looked over to the opposite corner. Eve looked 
a  mess.   Her  face was as bad as her own, but the punishment she'd taken to 
the breasts  during  the fight, especially in the last round, made her 
almost physically sick  with  pain. No, Eve would have to knock her unconscious 
she couldn't  leave  it  like  this, pain or no pain.  She nodded to 
John and shaking his head he called them out onto the blood spattered canvas.

He couldn't believe the damage they'd inflicted on  each  other  in  such  a 
short space of time.  The bleeding probably looked worse than it was, but 
even so he'd seldom seen a mens' bout where so many hurtful blows had been 
landed in just four rounds.  They began to leather one another yet  
again.   He  began  to  feel distinctly uneasy about having agreed to referee 
the fight.  He  knew  that  they were tough women, but he  hadn't  
expected  this.   Suddenly  his  attention  was grabbed and he watched a 
roundhouse right thud into the side of Eve's  jaw.   She went down like a 
sack of potatoes, her eyes told him that she didn't  believe  it
was happening.  She lay, twitching for a few seconds then  she  rolled  onto  
her side.  She struggled to get onto all fours, her  face-blood  splashing  
onto  the canvas, her glistening back heaving.  Pushing off with her small, wet 
gloves  she made it to her feet as he counted ten.  He made to push 
her back into her  corner but she grunted and plodded doggedly towards the 
disappointed blonde.  There  was still more than two and a half minutes 
left of the round, Eve must defend, Alison would come forward.
The group watching the tape all looked over to Eve, she blushed.
'That was one of the hardest punches I've ever taken.  I was knocked out a 
couple of times when I first started, but even those  punches  weren't  as  
powerful  as that.'
Their gaze returned to the screen.  Eve was using all her ring craft.   She  
made the blonde circle her, held her guard in textbook fashion and got 
inside, hugging and holding whenever the opportunity presented itself.  It 
didn't make  for  very interesting boxing but it saved her bacon until the 
end of the  round.   For  the first time in the fight John did something useful 
during the break.   He  took  a large, very wet sponge and slapped it on the  
back  of Eve's  neck  and  on  the flaming side of her face where the six ounce 
gloves had landed.   The  water  was ice-cold, she sucked in her breath as it 
ran down her scalding back to soak  into her thin, damp bikini bottom.  The 
magic sponge did it's job, she felt instantly refreshed and more confident that 
she would be able to come out fighting for  the sixth.  Alison sat alone in her 
corner, blood was drying on her cheeks and  body, except where it still ran 
wetly from her nostrils and the corners of  her  mouth. Her eyes were closed and 
she sagged back against the corner post.   John  thought it cruel to call them 
out to fight again, but  it was  their  scrap,  they  both agreed to fifteen 
rounds, though he very much doubted now that it  would  go  the distance.  The 
round began in a much more open manner.  But for the blood on  the both 
of them one might have thought that they'd just begun the fight.  The small, 
sodden gloves thwacked into their faces as they exchanged left leads 
and straight rights in the centre of the ring.  They kept it up for nearly two 
minutes, but by then they really were too tired and  hurt.   They leant  
on  each  other,  their bleeding faces on each other's shoulders, breast to  
breast  hooking  into  each other's bellies, and lower down.  Eve 
particularly, being the shorter, managed to get several cracking rights into 
Alison's pants.  John had seen nothing like  it. They were out to hurt each 
other as much as possible.  Alison repaid the brunette as he stepped in the 
break them up for the end of the round.  Her hard right fist smacked 
into Eve's left breast.  It was right on the button.  Her nipple, and the flesh 
squashed out from under it, were ground back into her rib-cage.  It was 
the most vicious tit-punch she had ever had to bear.  She stood rooted  to  the  
spot with the right glove cupping the ravaged breast, her left clutching 
the top rope. John led her to her corner after a while.  Again he didn't offer 
any aid for  her bosom.  When he lifted the sponge up towards her neck, 
as in the previous  break, she diverted it with her right glove forcing him to 
sooth the damaged  tit.   She was hurting alright, like she'd never done 
before and she was angry.  So was  the blonde, she had spent the first half 
minute of the break squirming on  her  stool with one of her gloves 
thrust between her, sweaty thighs, trying  to  relieve  the pain in her crotch.
When they rushed at each other for the seventh  time  it  was  obvious  that 
they'd both lost their tempers, they flew at each other  wild-eyed.   They  
began punching frantically.  The pace reminded James of some of the bouts he'd 
seen  as Hon. Chairman of the local amateur boxing  club.  But this  wasn't  
young  lads boxing for the fun of  it.   This  was two  very  strong,  very  
determined  and well-trained fighters.  Women yes, but women who had broken the 
mould and  taught themselves the art of  fist  fighting,  mostly  learning  by  
the  hard  way,  by experience.  They needed much more motivation than their 
male counterparts.   Any man could box easily if he felt moved to do so.  A  
woman  had  to  overcome the disapproval of her peer group and her male 
acquaintances.  Added to this  was  the fact that she had to search hard to find 
other women willing to get into the ring with her was it then surprising that 
when two girls finally got the  gloves  on they made the most of the opportunity 
afforded and went at it hammer  and  tongs. Eve particularly was frustrated by 
the restrictions her job placed on  her.   She could only fight a few times each 
year, sometimes only twice, immediately  before taking annual holidays and then 
only if an opponent could be found.  A male could openly admit to participating 
in boxing or blame any facial injury  on  rugby  or soccer.
John watched, his mouth hanging open, as they belted each other  around  the 
ring, he had to move fast at times to avoid them.  He could smell their 
sweat and feel tiny flecks of blood flying from their ruined faces as each blow 
to the head hammered home.  He wondered how long they would  be  able  to  keep  
it  up.   He glanced at his watch, the round was half-over.  Both girls were 
panting hard, not only from exertion but also from the pain they bore.  There 
was no sign of  them slowing down.  The leather continued to fly and land, hard.
'The fight's not yet half way through and look at  the  state  they're  in,'  he 
groaned to himself.
Indeed they were both in a mess.  Their breasts were shiny with the  blood  
which was running freely  from  their  raw  faces.   
Simultaneously  they  snapped  out straight rights into each other's left 
breast, then squealing they lashed out  at each other's face.  They were 
both hurt but Alison  was  staggering.   It  looked very much like she was about 
to pay another visit to  the  canvas.   Eve's  left, right combination 
had so numbed her brain that her vision blurred and her  gloved hands dropped to 
her sides.  The  brunette  didn't  hesitate.   She  smacked  her opponent on the 
side of the face with a cracking right hook, a punch  similar  to the one which 
had floored her in the previous round.  If Alison hadn't fallen  it was sure 
that John would have had to intervene, the blonde was helpless.
Caroline looked at Eve as she watched the recording of the knock-down.  Her  
eyes were wide, her knuckles white where she gripped the arms of her chair.
On the set, Eve moved onto the ropes and the count begin.  It looked as if 
Alison might make it.  She was on her knees by eight,  blood  pouring  
from  her  nose, splashing onto her firm, sweaty thighs.  Her eyes were still  
glazed  though  and she tottered then fell  forwards  again,  her  poor  
blue-black  bruised  breasts thudding into the canvas.
John silently raised Eve's wet right glove.
Suddenly the scene on the television screen began to duck and weave,  Eve  
turned to James.
'That's it I'm afraid, the girl using the camera rushed into the ring to help  
me and Alison.'
"What a fantastic scrap,' gasped Caroline.
'Yes It certainly was, my toughest ever I think.  I got hurt I can tell  you,  
it took me over a week to recover properly.  About ten minutes passed before we  
got Alison up onto her stool.  John took some time to take our gloves off for us 
then we headed, shakily, for the shower room.  We helped each other to bathe.  
Both of us winced when the water hit our breasts and faces.  We got back into 
our  street clothes about an hour after the end of the fight.  John  plied  
us  with  strong drink and we both accepted, gladly.  When I got home I 
surveyed the damage  in  the  bathroom  mirror.   Not  too  bad really, 
I suppose.  Certainly less of a mess than Alison.  A small cut on my left 
eyebrow, nose swollen hard and red, lips torn and, of course, these were 
mottled with bruises.'
Again she weighed her heavy breasts in her hands.
"But I was back in full-time training before my fortnight's holiday was over.'
'Well I've held the floor for far too long.'

John thought they should be planning Caroline's training sessions, especially 
for Saturday and Sunday, the only days Sarah would be  there,  and  said  so. 
Sarah agreed and said that she would be pleased to spar with Caroline as often 
as  she liked.
After their lazy evening the training begin again on Saturday morning.  All 
three girls wore head guards in the ring now, but Caroline held off her 
threat to  spar using six ounce gloves till the Monday.  Before she left on 
Sunday evening  Sarah talked to Eve about the tension beginning to build 
after all the sparring.  What little of the conversation overheard by Caroline 
suggested, strongly, to her that the two girls might come to blows, probably on 
the Friday before  her  own  first serious scrap.

	Chapter	Three	The	ring	gets Christened

It was a slightly shop-soiled Eve who greeted Sarah the following Friday 
evening, the day before the fight for which Caroline had been  gearing  up  
for  the  past three weeks.  Both she and Caroline glowed with fitness though.
It was already quite late, about eight thirty, when she arrived,  she  looked  
at Eve's slightly ring worn features and decided to drop any ideas about  a  
proper bout between them that evening.            
"Are you still keen to have a thrash?' asked Eve.
Sarah shook her head but said, "Ah yes, fine. If you're sure you feel up to it?"  
"After all this time training, I feel fit to burst for want of a fight."
"What do you think Caroline," Eve pleaded, 'perhaps we can we rope  James  in  
to help?"
Caroline was clearly excited and Eve caught her enthusiasm.
'How about John too, I liked the way he reffed that fight you had  with  
Alison,' suggested Caroline.
'Yes, what a great idea, can I ring him? cried Eve.
"Of course, I can send someone to fetch him if he can make it.  Shall we say  
ten o'clock?'
"Fine," they chorused.
In the flurry of  activity  during  the  next  hour  or  so,  Sarah  was  so 
pre-occupied with the preparations for the fight that she almost, but not  
quite, lost sight of the fact that it was she who would  climb  into  the  ring  
in  the centre of the room shortly.
Caroline glimpsed her eyes as she busied herself.  She caught the strong hint  
of fear in the pale, blue eyes.  She felt for the blonde.  But was so glad 
that  her hunch that she and Eve might come to blows had materialised.  She had 
gone so far as to buy something special for them to wear......
As ten o'clock drew near everyone gathered about Caroline  in  the  gym.   
Having agreed to referee the bout, John was expected at any moment.
"James you must second Eve, I'll look after Sarah," said Caroline, bossily.
'She's acting just like she does at the annual dog show  and  gymkhana,"  
grinned James to himself.
There was more to it than being bossy though.  She knew  that  he  would  make  
a fairly useless second, also she was fairly confident that Eve 
probably  wouldn't need as much help, practical or advisory, as the frightened 
Sarah.  She would be concerned if the blonde took too grave a beating  for  
sure,  but  she  wouldn't panic, and make a spectacle of herself.  The decision 
to quit, if it needed to be made, would have to come from Sarah herself.
She was wrenched from her reverie.
"How many rounds will they be going darling?" asked James.
There was some toing and froing but at last Caroline spelt out the rules 
clearly. They would go fifteen, three minute rounds with one minute's rest 
between in  six ounce gloves.  The count would be the usual ten seconds.
A door slammed shut.  
John had arrived.
All the pieces were in place.  The game could begin.  Lady Caroline,  with  
Sarah in tow, paused to give Eve something in a very expensive looking  package,  
then left the gym as John entered.  Eve smiled a greeting and tore open the 
gift.   It was a beautiful pale blue tanga slip and it felt like pure silk.  She  
turned  to the two men.
'Everyone's so keyed up about Caroline's fight tomorrow.  I shall be glad of  
the opportunity to let off some steam.'
She unzipped the back of her short dress, stepped out of it, shimmied out of  
her tiny panties and  stood  unashamedly  naked  before  them.   
Knotting  her  long, lustrous brown hair over and over on itself she tied it in 
a loose  knot  at  the nape of her neck.  She remembered the trouble 
she'd had during  her  last  fight. She shook out the tanga Caroline had given 
her and struggled  into  it.   Nothing had been said but she took it for 
granted that they would be boxing topless.
Holding out her fists ready for her little black gloves to be bound on she  
said, 'who's going to glove me up?'
'Oh no, not yet,' said James 'John will glove up both of you in the ring.'
 He draped a very large white towel over her bare shoulders.
Meanwhile in an adjoining bedroom Lady Caroline was helping Sarah prepare 
herself for the fight.
'Get your togs off then old thing,' she said cheerily.
The long zip parted.  The entire side of the white leather dress  fell  open  
and she stood in the familiar white g-string.  Caroline offered her a similar 
package to the one she'd given Eve.
'I bet this will spoil Jame's evening,' she grinned to herself.
Sarah hesitated, but then demurred.  She'd always been an exhibitionist and  
with two men watching tonight she had jumped at the chance to display 
herself.
'You don't want any bandages on your hands do you?' asked Caroline as the  
blonde stepped gracefully out of her g-string and wriggled, impishly 
into her white silk tanga slip.
'No, just the gloves please.'
'You'll have to wait till you get into the ring I'm afraid, John wants to do 
it.'
'By the way,' she said, ogling Sarah's big bare tits, 'we were going to get your
nipples done today weren't we, let's make it next weekend now, Ok?'
Sarah nodded gamely.
She looked Sarah up and down.  The blonde had pulled  the  side  strings  of	 
the tanga high up on her hips.  Her mound of Venus stood out prominently and 
round at the back the panties cut into her buttocks about half-way up.
'My goodness,' thought Caroline, 'it's almost as revealing as her g-string was.' 
Caroline's gnawing doubt about this fight urged her to ask Sarah if she was  
sure she wanted to take Eve on.
'Even though she's had a tough week she'll still be the favourite, I  know  
that, but I'll give her as rough a time as I can.  Besides I need  a  scrap  
after  all this sweat and tears.'
'Time for the blood maybe,' Caroline thought to herself. 
Caroline patted Sarah's bare shoulder.
'Here let me get you something warm and soft to wear into the ring.'
She returned with a white fur bolero jacket.  The blonde's proud  breasts still 
jutted out from the open front of it, but at least her shoulders  and  upper  
arms  were warmly covered.
She took Sarah's hand, damp with fear, and led her to the door.   Her  bare  
feet pattered on the wooden floor of the hallway as they walked briskly  
to  the  gym. The lights seemed very bright.  The room itself looked different 
tonight.   There were scales in one corner, she noticed two corners  of  
the  well-lit  ring  were adorned with large white towels.  John and  James  
stood  talking  together,  the former writing carefully in a large  note  
book.   
Sarah  smiled  weakly  as  Eva herself introduced John to her and Caroline.  Eve 
seemed even more  buoyant  than usual if that were possible.  She clasped the 
towel at her bosom with one  hand, her knuckles showing white, the other 
clenched and unclenched  beside  her  hard, powerful thigh.
'Your hair looks nice," whispered Sarah, breaking the ice.
"Thanks, I hope it will feel more comfortable like this."
'Come on then you two," said James, taking the initiative  instead  of  
Caroline, for a change.
Could he possibly sense his wife's fears for the blonde?
After reffing Eve's last fight John had resolved to take girl's boxing much  
more 	seriously from now on.  To this end he had insisted that the  girls  be 
properly weighed and measured before the fight and that the gloves, ring and so 
on  be up to standard.  He pulled out his notebook and pen.
'Right girls, over to the scales please."
The bathroom scales seemed a little unsophisticated, but James  had  assured him
that they were of good quality and gave an accurate reading.
Eve pressed forwards eagerly.
"Let's have the towel off Eve," he urged.
Slipping the large towel from her broad shoulders she stepped daintily on to the
scales, naked but for her tiny tanga slip.  
John drank  in  her  beauty  for	the third time.
"159 lbs.," he intoned, 'that's eleven stone five isn't it?"
James nodded in agreement.
Sarah stepped forward and Caroline held onto the collar of the bolero jacket,	it
fell from her shoulders.
"Sarah is 157 lbs., that must be eleven stone three.'
He wrote carefully in his book.
"You'd better do this," he blushed and gave the tape measure to Caroline.
"Just bust, waist and hips?" she asked.
"No let's try for height as well if you can manage it."
Several more tense minutes spent under Lady Caroline's scrutiny saw John with 
the following entries in his record book.
		              		Eve         Sarah
				Age		29		22	
				Weight	159lbs.	157lbs.
				Height      5' 8"		5' 9"
				Bust		40"		38"
				Waist		24"		23"
				Hips		36"		36"

Caroline came back into the scheme of things and led the two eager girls  to  
the ring apron.  Sarah climbed in first so  she  gave  her  the  choice  
of  corners. Caroline began to fuss around behind her while she sat nervously  
on  her  stool. 
Eve, shunning her stool, stood in her corner until John came over with the  
black six ouncers.
"Sit down Eve, you're making me nervous," he grinned.
She plonked herself  down  and  thrust  her  right  hand  out  from  beneath  
the voluminous towel.  He pushed  the  hard, black  glove  over  her  
crimson-adorned fingers and jammed the fist in until the cuff was high around 
her  strong  wrist. Then he began to tie the laces tight.  When satisfied  he  
bound  surgical  tape round and round the cuffs, over the laces to stop them 
coming undone  during  the fighting.  He repeated the procedure on her left 
hand.
"How do they feel?" he asked Eve.
She felt the gloves, rolling her fists together between her bare thighs.
'Fine thanks.'
He walked slowly over the Sarah's corner and Caroline, a very serious  
expression on her face, handed him the gloves her charge was to wear.  They 
were hard little gloves, bright red in order to distinguish them from the black 
leather  on  Eve's fists.  He could see that she was trembling slightly.
'Alright love?'
'Yes,' lied the blonde, 'just pre-fight nerves I suppose.' 
She remembered how she had felt before the fights with her aunt.  She wished 
that someone would come into the ring and announce that the fight had been 
called off.
Her stomach was knotted, her mouth dry, but she knew though that  once  the  
bell rang she'd be alright, too busy for fear.
Suddenly she became aware of her hands confined in the little red gloves and  of
John standing in the ring centre.	
The preliminaries had already taken place.
She felt the  jacket  being  tugged gently from her shoulders.  
Eve's impressive breasts came into view and her towel was draped over the post 
behind her back.
He quietly called for Seconds Out.
'Round One.'
Her fear abated somewhat as she warily danced towards  her  formidable  
opponent. But that very girl had floored her so convincingly in this very ring 
just  twelve days earlier, and this fight was scheduled to go fifteen rounds!
James stared at Eve's broad, bare back  as  she  crossed  the  ring  towards  
the nervous blonde.  She was a good deal shorter than Sarah but  looked  
by  far  the more powerful woman.  They touched gloves and  turned  a  half  
circle.   Sarah's almost naked bum danced before his eyes.  He was 
reminded of the week before when she had flaunted herself by the pool in her 
tiny g-string.  Her opponent's  great breasts bobbed only slightly as she 
manoeuvred herself  into  the  position  she needed to launch an attack on the 
blonde.  But to James' surprise  it  was  Sarah who threw the first 
real punch.  She remembered the scene on Eve's video when the other girl had 
thumped her hard in the breasts at the end of one of  the  rounds. It was a 
right hook, with a good deal of weight behind  it.   The  glove  thudded into 
Eve's large left breast.  She wasn't anywhere near ready to take  that  kind 
of pain yet.  She groaned and sagged forwards slightly.  Sarah's eyes glinted.
'It's something to go for,' she thought, 'she hurts bad when she takes it in  
the tits, and she's so much bigger there than me.  With my longer reach I  
should  be able to give her some stick.'
She gloated when she saw the great milky breast reddening.  A pity for  her  
that she hadn't kept her eye on Eve's gloves.  A right uppercut tore into  her  
belly. Eve had come in under her guard.  Luckily it was early  in  the  battle  
and  her stomach muscles were board-hard and still taut.  But her fair  skin  
flared  red. She tried for Eve's breasts again but was stopped by a perfect 
straight  left  in the mouth.
'If that's the way you want it...' she grimaced.
They began to swap lefts.  Their heads were knocked back on their shoulders.   
By the time John broke them up at the end of the first both faces were 
blotched red. 
'You did really well,' grinned a relieved Caroline jumping into the ring to  
tend Sarah.

She held a bottle of water to  the  blonde's  lips  and  she  gratefully  took  
a mouthful.  When she spat it out into the white bowl, Lady C. was pleased  
to  see the liquid clear and free from blood.  At least the ferocious round 
hadn't  meant cuts inside her mouth, yet.  Neither boxer wore a gum shield.  Eve 
had a few tines before, when she had fought in fours, but she felt much happier 
fighting  without a mouthful of plastic.  Sarah was not experienced 
enough to  realise  that  mouth protection was available, and Lady Caroline 
hadn't pressed the  point.   Caroline liked her fighting as 'natural'  as  
possible.   Indeed  several  times  she  had climbed into this very ring naked 
and had gone 'all-in' against another, equally nude, woman.  James hadn't been 
privy  to  these  fights.   They  had  all  been vicious and bloody.  Always 
taking place when he was away  for long  periods  on business.
As expected, James flapped around a bemused Eve.  
She grabbed  an  arm  with  her gloved hand.
'Just take one of these lovely towels and fan me for a while will you?' 
He blushed.
After a short time John called them out for the second.
It was a far more relaxed looking Sarah who strode from her corner.   
Eve  looked as confident as she had at the start of the fight.
The small  red  and  black gloves were raised to guard faces and breasts as best  
they  could.   
John  stood back on the ropes and watched the straight lefts going  in  again.   
Both  were finding the target but Sarah, with her longer reach, was the first to 
draw blood. 
A particularly hard left split Eve's bottom lip badly and her warm blood began 
to run down her chin.  The dark red drops splashed into the deep valley between  
her heaving breasts.  The corners of her wet lips curled up into a broad grin  
as  if to show her lack of concern for her bleeding  mouth  and  spattered  
chest.   She expected to be bloodied sooner or later  in  a  fight.   
Sarah's  spirits  soared higher still.  
Caroline sensed her elation and wished she could warn her to be on her guard.  
Eve was a  tough  customer,  bloodied  she may  be,  but  bowed  she certainly 
wasn't.
Confirming her fears Eve darted forward and belted Sarah in the left breast  
with a cruel straight right.  The black glove all  but  disappeared,  the  soft  
white breast swelling up around the fist.  Her torment was more than doubled  
when  the brunette followed up with a long left  uppercut  to  the  right  tit.   
The  hard leather caught the underside of her mound, lifted the  breast  bodily  
and  badly skinned the nipple as the knuckle-part  and  cuff  rasped  over  
the  protruding, sensitive teat.  Her elbow clamped down to cover her pain-
filled chest.  She shot Caroline a glance.  A despairing shrug was the only  
response.   She  could  only guess at the kind of pain that the blonde was in.  
By now she'd  taken  her  fair share of punishment to the tits, but never in a 
real bout, with six ounce  gloves or against a puncher like Eve.   Sarah's  
white  face  reflected  her  suffering. They'd been boxing for just five minutes 
and already both  looked  as  if they'd been in a fight.  Eve was more used to 
taking punishment  in  the  ring  and  her manner remained unchanged, despite 
her injured face.  It  also appeared  to  the now, ring wise, Caroline that she 
had let  the  blonde  off  the  hook  somewhat, giving her valuable time to 
recover from the two crushing  breast  blows.   Sarah made the most of the 
respite.  In turn she made no moves  to  get back  at  Eve. Suddenly the truce 
was broken.  The brunette bundled the startled Sarah onto  the ropes and began 
slugging her in the belly and sides.  
She hooked  hard  into  the voluptuous body with both hands.  The blonde grunted  
and  gasped  as  the  blows thudded home.  
Caroline wasn't far away  and  she  could  hear  the  hard  gloves smacking into 
Sarah's ribs and abdomen.  
She covered up as best she could.   Like most girl boxers, it was her face and 
breasts which she protected most carefully, lower down mostly had to fend for 
itself.  She couldn't let the brunette have her own way any longer though.
'Come on Sarah,' Caroline shouted, almost in her ear, 'for goodness sake get your 
back off the ropes.'
She had to be careful not to be cornered when she made her move.  Although  
Eve's gloves continued to thud into her body, she managed to duck and 
twist  away  from the ropes.  
Caroline breathed a sigh of relief, she was out  in  the open  again. 
Eve, though thwarted, grinned hugely.  
Sarah, to her credit, got  her  left  lead going again very quickly.  The round 
was in its closing seconds, the  two  strong women bashed at each other's faces 
with their left hands.
John, stepping from one of the neutral corners where he had spent  the  whole  
of the round, chopped his arm down between them, signalling the end of  the  
second. 
They dropped their gloves and turned smartly for their corners.
'Alright?' asked Lady Caroline, concerned, taking in  the  red  blotches  on  
her charge's belly and sides.
'Yes, I can take that all night,' she  grinned,  'she  won't  finish  me  off  
by hitting me in the belly.'
James was mopping, rather ineffectually, at Eve's mouth.
'Don't fuss,' she begged, 'just try to cool me down a little.'
True, she found that the effort that she had put into the round had caused her 
to glow with perspiration.  As she was superbly fit, this was itself  an  
indication of how hard she had worked.  Glancing over to the  opposite  corner,  
she  was disconcerted to see how well the blonde had soaked up the punishment to 
her body.
She and Caroline laughed together at something one of them had said.   
The  whole of the front of Sarah's pale body seemed to be flaring red 
after  two  rounds  in with Eve.  The only real sign of damage on her was her 
ragged lower lip, the gore from which had been spread all over her 
cheeks thanks largely  to  James'  inept ministrations since the end of the 
round.  His wife was a much more efficient and caring second.  She ran a 
cool sponge over Sarah's body from her breasts down  to the thin waist-band of 
her tanga, before using it to wipe  the  dull  smudges  of Eve's face-
blood from her ironically, crimson gloves.

When they stood for the third, Sarah  felt  good,  Eve  frustrated  and  
Caroline perplexed.  She hadn't expected 8arah to stand up to Eve as well as 
she had.  She had seemed almost submissive when she had Eve fought before.
'Perhaps it is the sense of occasion,' she thought, as the two girls met again 
in the ring.  Again, unexpectedly, it was the blonde who scored first.  
Another  big right to the brunette's full mouth brought fresh blood  running  
down  her  face. The punch, though well executed, didn't auger well 
for the blonde.  
Eve lost  her rag and came for her, firing on both cylinders.
Again Sarah covered up as the smaller girl piled punches into her resilient 
young body.  She tried the duck and twist routine again but this time 
Eve  slammed  her back into a corner and kept up the relentless pounding of 
belly and sides.  Sarah crouched ever lower.  The brunette switched 
her attack to the sides of the  head, Sarah's ears rang.  At the end of  the  
period  it  could  have  been  a  serious situation to be in, but at the start 
of a round!  
Things looked very  bad  indeed for the blonde.
John, watching closely, was tempted to step in and give the  blonde  an  'eight 
count', she certainly seemed able to defend herself, but there was more than  
two minutes to go before the bell.  
He moved closer,  Eve  shot  him  a  contemptuous glance.
'She's like a wild thing in the ring,' he thought.
In the event it was the brunette who broke the impasse.   She  grudgingly  
ceased punishing Sarah.  Raising her guard to the proper defensive position, she  
backed away from the corner and her cowering opponent.  
Sarah  slowly  straightened  and slid the red gloves from her equally red face.  
She was  tottering on  her  bare feet.  
John examined his watch yet again.  Still two minutes to go.  He took  the 
initiative and physically held the wild-eyed Eve off whilst he counted,  slowly, 
to eight.  
Caroline had mixed feelings.  On the one hand, to  her  mind  the  two women had 
got into the ring to fight, on the other  her charge,  given  time  to recover, 
should last longer against her wildcat opponent.   Though  she  couldn't 
conceive of her lasting much longer, certainly not, the fifteen rounds over  
which the fight was scheduled.
Sarah smiled weakly at John when he called 'box on.'
She knew what she had to do, keep Eve away and keep her occupied.  Her reach  
was much longer so, in theory, she should be able to do it.  Caroline's heart  
warmed as she watched Sarah's long left whip into Eve's grim-set  face.   If  
the  crisp punches were hurting her, she wasn't showing it.  Her hair flew 
though, her  head snapping back each time the leather thwacked home.  Soon she  
felt  the,  to  her, familiar feat of warm blood from her nose running over her 
swollen, cut lips  and down her chin.
'She's not going to be pleased about that,' groaned Caroline to herself.
Eve licked her bloody lips contemptuously.  She hadn't thrown a decent punch 
since Sarah's brief rest.  Caroline again got the feeling that she  was  
stringing  the blonde along.  Giving her enough rope to hang herself.
She did  however  counter Sarah's next series of leads,  causing  her  left  
eye  to  puff  up  alarmingly. Fortunately the bruise was under the eye, high on  
her  cheek  bone.   The  round ended with Sarah dishing it out still 
in the form of left leads, and  Eve  taking it in the face without batting an 
eyelid.       
Caroline planted the ice-bag over Sarah's eye else, with the  other  hand  
cleaned Eve's blood off the small gloves with a sponge.
She didn't quite know what to say.
'How do you feel?' she managed at last.
'Not too bad, a bit sore though.'
Caroline wrang out the sponge and, wetting it thoroughly, applied  it  gently  
to Sarah's red-flushed sides and belly. She sighed and closed her puffy eyes.
'I think she realises that she's on borrowed time,' thought Caroline,  I'm  sure 
that Eve could take her out anytime she wanted to.'
Glancing over to the opposite corner she noticed that, despite her  bloody  
face, the brunette was not using her stool and she turned her head  away  
quickly  when James made to clean her up.
'She sure is tough.'
The fifth began with a very even and brutal exchange.  Both  were  wide  open  
as they swung ugly two-handed boloes from the hip.  The fifteen  
seconds  or  so  of non-stop punching did neither woman much good.  Each took 
many hard, cruel  blows to  their  unprotected  face  and  breasts.  
Caroline,  evidently  enjoying  the spectacle of her two close friends trying so 
hard to floor one another,  hung  an the top rope on tip toe, squealing with 
delight.
A brief period of consolidation followed.   James,  shocked  at  the  display  
of savagery, was reminded of film clips he had seen of the fights of 
Freddie  Mills.  Just the same two-handed, fearless, open style.  The trouble 
here was  that  both girls had used the same tactics.  Now they suffered for it.  
Eve particularly had taken a couple of the blonde's frightful punches full in  
the breasts.   Despite her darkish complexion, she stood white-faced, ready to 
see what Sarah would come up with.  The increased flow of blood from her  
throbbing  nose  was  now  almost matched. 
Sarah's nose had been hit several times during the punch up.
John, reffing Eve for the third time, marvelled at her  disdain  for punishment, 
her contempt for fear and her indifference to the real possibility of  injury.   
A very able middle-weight himself, he wondered how he might fare in the ring  
with her.  He felt sure that, the more she got hit the  more  she  
drew  on  her  vast reserves of strength and, above all, stamina.
'Heaven help any opponent of hers.  In the long run he or she is  bound  to  
come off worse.'
The two flushed and battered women  flat-footed  around  the  ring,  keeping  
one another at bay with the left hand.  Sarah, having the  longer  
reach,  had  least work to do.  Eve still took punches it her face as she 
circled the  blonde.   Her indomitable courage and stamina impressed 
everyone.  It seemed that it would need a JCB to stop her.  The tidier, but 
still very hard exchanges kept up  until  the end of the round.  Sarah 
flopped, exasperated onto her stool.  Caroline  did  her best to give her 
confidence.  After all she had lasted five full rounds with  the brunette.
'Well that was no-one's round,' she said brightly.
She held the sponge under Sarah's still-streaming nose.
Opposite James too dabbed at Eve's runny nose.  She  was  still  smiling  
though, Sarah wasn't.  Despite her injuries and the beating she was 
taking, the  brunette seemed to be enjoying the scrap.  She was up and raring to 
go  long  before  John actually called them together for the sixth.
It started out like an exhibition match, with Sarah the rookie and  Eve  the  
old hand.  She seemed to be playing cat and mouse with  her  opponent.   
However  the punches she threw weren't patty-paws.  Sarah took half a dozen  
until  one  sharp right cross to the jaw sent her sprawling.
Twice now since they'd known each other Eve had  floored  her.   She  wasn't  
too badly hurt, but took her time rising.   She  stayed  on  her  knees  
for  several seconds, her gloves clamped round her taut, sweaty thighs, her  
mouth  grim  set, eyes burning.  She flew at Eve as soon as she 
reached her  feet.   The  brunette, almost contemptuously, smacked her hard in  
the  face  again.   It  seemed  she'd decided to put Sarah away at 
last.  The poor girl was determined not to  go  down again and Eve was visibly 
worried as the blonde's left eye began to close.  Blood from her nose 
spattered freely as each hard punch hit home.  
Finally  John  could stomach it no longer.  He stepped in and waved Eve away.  
Her  shoulders slumped as she dropped her blood-wet gloves to her sides.  
Leaning on  a  corner post  she watched Sarah's feeble attempts to persuade John 
to let her continue.  
He  shook his head the whole time while she softly spoke.  At last he pointed to 
the  blood running down her cleavage and belly and rubbed her puffy eye gently 
with the ball of his thumb.  
She  sagged  and  he  grabbed  her gingerly.   
Caroline,  clearly disappointed at the TKO, climbed slowly into the ring.
She took over from the somewhat embarrassed referee.	
Before she had got the finished fighter back to  her corner  she  was  a  
caring second once again, rather than the excited, but dispassionate observer.
'There'll be another time,' she soothed as she tried to wipe away the  blood  
and sweat of defeat shed during the short, but brutal fight.  
Eve stood whilst  James flapped around her, gloves on the top rope, back to the 
ring.   She  wasn't  even breathing heavily, sweat only showed faintly on her 
brow.  She  side-stepped  him and padded over to the other corner.
'Great fight Sarah,' she grinned.
Sarah raised her doleful eyes.  When she saw Eve's genuine air of respect for 
her she cheered and held out a gloved hand to the brunette.  
Eve took  the  glove  in both of hers and raised the arm.  
Caroline moved back in with the sponge.   Blood was still splashing onto Sarah's 
proud breasts.  
Avoiding James  attentions,  Eve ducked out of the ring without returning to her 
own  corner.   Grabbing  a  towel from a heap by the wall she disappeared to 
clean up.  
Sarah slumped on her  stool for a good while longer until Caroline and John 
together managed to  persuade  her to join Eve in the bathroom suite.

Though Sarah was still rather crestfallen, it wasn't long before  the  two  
women were chatting again, mostly about the fight of course.  
Caroline, breathless from a quick tidy round in the gym, soon joined them.  
The two men sloped of to James' study for a quick one.
Sarah sat on the edge of the bath, Eve on the shag-pile carpet.  Both still  
wore the damp, stained boxing gloves.  Neither girl smiled when Caroline entered.
'Here, let me get your gloves off.'
The blonde seemed near to tears.  She knelt before her and held out her hands  
to receive her right glove.  It took sometime to undo John's  careful  
work  on  the tape and lacings.  As soon as it was off. Sarah tremulously 
fingered  her  damaged face.  She pulled her hand away and, seeing the 
wet blood, groaned and shuddered. Quickly yanking off the other glove Caroline 
dumped them both into the sink.
'Come on Sarah into the shower with you, you'll feel much better after.'
'It's a pity she took Eve on again really, it means she's never won a fight,' 
she thought ruefully.
Sarah slouched over to the shower.   Wearily  she  dragged  off  her  tanga  and 
stepped, gingerly, under the stinging jets of warm water.   
Caroline  turned  her attention to Eve.  She too by now was somewhat subdued,  
the  excitement  of  the fight having subsided, pain reared its brutish  head,  
she  ached  all  over  and longed to be free of her hot, sweaty gloves.  It took 
Lady C even longer  to  get them off.  The black ones were a different make to 
Sarah's  and  the  laces  were especially unyielding.  Even Caroline's 
indomitable spirit sagged  somewhat  when she raised her eyes to contemplate 
Eve's  ravaged  features.   Her nose,  still dripping onto her mottled breasts, 
was red and swollen hard, blood  still  seeped from her ragged lips, at least 
her eyes, unlike Sarah's  were  wide,  bright  and undamaged.  She began, for 
the first time  since  beginning  training,  to  worry about the prospect of  
getting  badly  beaten  up  herself  by  the  spunky  Sue. Glancing at her watch 
she noticed that it was a quarter  past  twelve.   Saturday had arrived!
Eve stood, stretched and wriggled out of her damp tanga, specks of  blood  
showed darkly on the light blue silk.  She held the panties up and 
glanced at Caroline.  
She shook her head and the brunette dropped them,  disdainfully,  into  the  
sink with the two soggy pairs of gloves.
They were roused by Sarah,  scrubbing at her hair with a fluffy, white towel, 
she bore down on them.
'You two look gloomy, it's me who lost tonight.'
'I'm so tired,' volunteered Eve, 'I've been on the go for ages  helping  
Caroline to get ready, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea  for us 
to fight tonight.'
Nothing more was said, about the fight anyway.   Eve took  over  in  the  shower 
whilst Sarah pulled on a loose tee shirt and some  cotton panties  proffered  by 
Caroline.
'These will do to sleep in, I'll show you your room.'
'Are you feeling better now?'
She looked into the bruised face.
'Yes thanks, I'll survive.  I think we both suffered about the same, so  I  
can't really complain can I?'
Her eyes, especially the left, were beginning  to  darken,  but  the  shower  
had removed   much   of   the   evidence    of    her    other    facial 
injuries.

Chapter Four	Caroline's First Fight.

Saturday morning saw yet another beautiful day.  James sleepily pawed across  
the bed for Caroline.  All he felt was the faint warm shadow of her 
form.  He  rolled over, drinking in her  still  lingering,  familiar  perfume.    
Glancing  at  her bedside clock he was immediately concerned by the 
early hour.  While his wife may certainly be very active and addicted to 
physical pursuits, it was unlike her  to rise quite so early.  He stood it for a 
half hour or so then eased himself out of bed and into his dressing gown and 
slippers.   He  finally  found  her  pottering around in the walled 
kitchen garden.  True it was a  splendid  morning,  the  sun already quite warm, 
but it was so out of character for her.
"Anything wrong darling?"
As soon as he had said it he remembered what it was that would be troubling her. 
"You're worried about this afternoon aren't you?"
'No, not really, it's just the waiting that is getting on my nerves.  I woke 
very early you see, then couldn't get back to sleep.  I didn't want to wake 
you, so  I decided to get up."
'Why don't we have an early breakfast.  You must have something to eat before  
we leave, and the earlier the better."
She saw the sense of this, it wouldn't  do  to  leave  it  too  long,  she  
would probably be fighting by mid-afternoon.
"Perhaps you could persuade the girls to get up once you  have  something  
ready. Then maybe they could come up with something to occupy you," he 
suggested.
She cheered up a little and he watched the sturdy, track-suited figure  
disappear through the french windows.  Picking up the hoe she had been 
toying with, he made to follow her.
Her mood began to improve now she was busy.  He took over when the light meal 
was nearly ready whilst she went to check on the girls.
She was actually grinning when she came back, followed by the other  two.   
James Immediately saw why.  They looked as if someone had lobbed a  hand  
grenade  into their room during the night.
He'd expected Sarah to have a couple of shiners but Eve was just  as  bad.   
They bore the scars of battle well though, both were grinning heartily  
themselves  by the time they began to pick at the scrambled egg,  careful  not  
to  knock  their puffy lips.  
Characteristically it was James who moved first  to  tidy  away  the
plates. The three women bent over  the  breakfast  bar  and  began  the  
typical, sibilant, feminine half-whispering.  The murmurings were 
punctuated  by  the  odd chuckle or all out shriek.  
Before he'd finished the dishes Caroline  let  out  a particularly jarring 
hee~haw, laced with faint overtones of mutual agreement.
"You'll run us up there won't you James darling?" she smarmed.
"Where?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh just to Barbara's, you and John may as well skulk off to that  dreadful  
club of yours, then you can pick us up at lunchtime and run us round to that  
terrible hall."
"Drat, I'd forgotten all about John,' he moaned, "and you greedy lot  have  
eaten everything."
'Don't worry I'll get him something whilst you get him up and get the car out 
and packed."
The other two women swarmed off to do what they could with their battered faces. 
When she'd finished in the kitchen Caroline quickly checked the contents  of  
the small bag she'd left in the hall.
"That should do," she thought to herself.
There were a couple of towels, her new shorts, a tiny tanga  slip  and,  just  
in case, some cotton wool, dressings and so on. 
By the time they all met in the hall, ready to leave, the two girls' faces  
still looked rough.
"Barbie's going to have a fit when she claps eyes on us," grinned Eve.
'It's no good,' laughed Caroline, 'hang on, I'll get you some sunglasses to 
wear. You'll frighten the horses looking like that.'
Even though they'd both applied a  good  deal  of  panstick  the  dark  
bruising, especially around their eyes, was still most noticeable.  Both wore 
the inevitable jeans together with thin tops, Sarah's looking very much like  
the  one  Caroline had given her to sleep in.  She herself had  decided  
to  stick  to  the  leather trousers, this time set off by a thin, white tank 
top.   She  seemed  less  jumpy now, things were beginning to move at last.
She grabbed her airline bag and led them out into the sunshine.
John and James sat in the front, the three girls in the back of the car,  on  
the bench seat.  They fell to  discussing  the  previous night's  boxing.   All  
the bitterness and most of the pain had left Sarah so Caroline felt much better 
about asking her how she had felt during the fight.
'I've got to win a scrap one day, the law of averages and all that," she 
laughed. 
'Well, it was certainly no walk over,' said Eve seriously, fingering her cut  
and hugely swollen lips.
The two men had spent a good hour after fight  discussing  it.   Now  they 
concentrated on the last day of play in the test at Lord's.  When it was time  
to stop and drop the women off, despite their injured state  James  couldn't  
help admiring their forms as they waited for his wife to join them.
'Bye darling," he said absentmindedly, 'we'll be back here  at  one,  have  a 
pleasant morning." 
He and John watched the three of them walk up the short drive to Barbara's  
house while he waited for a chance to pull out into the stream of traffic.
'Still can't get over that fight," he sighed.
'You should have been there when she fought Alison.   That  was  the  most  
brutal fight I've ever seen, men or women.'
'Yes I'm rather sorry that I have  tended  to  hold  Caroline  back  from  
boxing somewhat otherwise we may have been in a  position  to  come  
round  and  see  it ourselves.'                     
He reflected on what he'd just said, hoping that  the  events  of  the  
afternoon wouldn't change his mind for him.
"We shall see what we shall see,' he said softly to himself.
They spent an uneventful morning at the club.  There  it  seemed  that  the  
only thing that mattered in the whole world was whether  Mitchell  
would  or  wouldn't make his  century.   Neither  of  them  needed  any  
prompting  to  join  in  the speculation.  Other members were deeply  
shocked  when  they  made  to  leave  at twelve-thirty after only an hour's 
play, and he was on  ninety-six!   Grey  heads shook slowly and several of 
them tutted and fidgeted when the two left the  room as noiselessly as 
possible.
'Can't understand some of these blighters,' assailed John's  ears  as  he  
gently closed the lounge door.
As it was, they had to break a few rules on the way back to Barbie's. 
She had been fascinated by the state of the two boxers.

"What a pity I missed it, you simply must tell me next time you're going to  
have a bash,' she scolded, grinning hugely at her pun.
As if to pacify her, Lady C. had told her everything she could remember about 
the previous night's vicious scrap.  For once there were no other 
women at the house, maybe it was just too early.  Barbie sat cross legged on the 
gym floor, fascinated as Caroline relived the fight for her.  The two 
protagonists had  got  Barbie  to switch on the sauna for them  soon  after 
their  arrival  and  were,  presumably relaxing, trying to ease some of 
their bruising.
'And you say that you're going to box this afternoon?" prompted Barbara.
'Yes I'm fighting a girl called Sue for a purse, doesn't  that  sound  grand,  
of £500, winner takes all.
"Whereabouts?" she enquired.
'At a hall in the East End, James is taking us all.'
'Is there room for one more?' she pleaded.
'Oh I should think so,' smiled Caroline, 'if not you can grab a cab, I  know  
the address.'
Barbie hugged herself in anticipation.
They piled out of the Volvo.  It had worked out fine because the smallest of 
them, Eve, had insinuated herself into the luggage space behind  the  rear  
seat. Luckily it wasn't far.

James looked at them, what a motley  crew.   The  sunglasses  couldn't  hide  
the fighters' bruises, Caroline looked fine but rather nervous while the 
track-suited Barbie towered over the  whole  party,  men  included,  despite  
her  flat-heeled trainers and the fact that both Eve and Sarah wore calf-
length boots  with  quite high heels.  The creep on the door took several 
stumbling paces backwards when he saw the six of them bearing down on 
him.
'What's this then, a bleedin' pub outing?' 
Caroline looked down her nose at him.
But James,  ever  diplomatic,  said,  'no  just	two  seconds  and  a  couple	 
of supporters.'
'Ok,' he demurred, 'two seconds I can hack, but the other three will have to pay
at the desk.'	
He indicated a folding table and chair, the  entrance  attended  by  a wrecked 
woman in a holey, striped jersey and dirt-shiny jeans.
'Margaret, three at twenty quid here.'
Barbie moved swiftly round from the back of the  group,  ready  to  confront  
the proprietor.
'All right Barbara,' interjected James.
'Here,' he said, tossing the necessary on the rickety table.
'Where do I change?' snarled Caroline.
'Marg, show this lady.'
Standing, the woman was hardly taller, sniffing, she shuffled  off  along  a  
dim corridor.  Caroline followed, throwing James a forlorn look.
He began to worry again even though he'd  convinced  himself  since  their  
first visit to the place that it was really what his wife had wanted.
There were no tickets, no till or cash box even.  The hall owner simply 
scrunched the notes into a ball and thrust them into his bulging, misshapen 
pockets.
'I'll show you where you can sit,' he grunted.
Pushing weakly against a thin plywood door, he lead them into  the  dark,  
smoky interior.  It took several seconds for their eyes to adjust to the semi-
darkness.
There were a couple of hundred  people  crowded  in  there,  mostly  men,  
mostly middle-aged, but some women and younger men.  
Even in their dishevelled state Eve and Sarah looked out of place, while James, 
John and Barbara stuck out like  sore thumbs.

'There's a couple of fights before your girl's.  So the seconds won't  be  
needed for a while.  Sit over there will you?'
His nicotine-stained finger indicated a form near the back of the hall.
'Get knotted,' exploded Barbara at last, brushing past him to lead the others  
up closer to the ring.
'We wouldn't have been able to see anything from back there,' she boomed  as  
the scruffy, rather crestfallen owner picked his way back to the entrance.
'I wonder what the form is?' whispered James to John.
He turned to a large, burly man next to him and enquired.
He was told, grudgingly, that there were three women's' fights that afternoon.   
A couple of youngsters first, as a  warm  up,  then  a  grudge  match  
between  two middle-aged local women who had decided to settle their score  in  
the  ring  and make a few quid at the same time.  Last in the ring would be 
another local  girl, Sue Scott and an unknown called Carolyn or something.
He disseminated the information.
'Might turn out to be quite an afternoon,' mused James.
Caroline couldn't come to terms with the squalor of the  'changing  room'.   The 
woman had even had the temerity to offer her some shorts and boots.  They  
looked dank and unhygienic.
'No thanks, I've brought my own.'
There were several fairly neat piles of decent-looking clothes already around 
the room, so the other boxers must already have changed, but  where they  were,  
she couldn't imagine.
'No pleasing some people," grumbled the shuffling slag.
Upturning her bag, she dumped the entire contents onto a fairly  clear  patch  
of floor.  Quickly she drew her top over her head, folded it and snapped  the  
catch of the skimpy lace bra she had  decided,  at  the  last  minute,  to  
wear.   She carefully pushed both  garments  into  the  flight bag.   Her  
fingers  trembled slightly, beyond her control, still the studs through her 
prominent teats had  to come out, James had insisted on that.  At last she 
tossed them in the palm of one hand whilst rolling the itching nipples between  
the  finger  and  thumb  of  the other.  She was justly proud of her large but 
firm breasts.  They were typical of a woman ten to fifteen years her junior.  
Next the thin, tight  leather  trousers were skinned off and joined the rest of 
her clothes.  She decided  to  leave  her panties on, there was hardly anything 
to them anyway.  They were minute even  for a tanga, which is what she had asked 
for  from  her  store  in  town.   Rummaging through the strewn contents of the 
bag, she found the  little  white  shorts  and drew them on.  She had tried them 
on before and  was  still  pleased  with  them. They were so much briefer than 
normal boxing shorts, more like the ones  used  by female athletes, cut high, 
slit at the side and very thin and clingy.  She found the boots too.  But again 
at the last moment,  decided  against  them.   Barefoot seemed so much more 
natural to her.  Besides she hadn't worn them  before,  she'd tried them on of 
course, but it would be a disaster if  they  turned  out  to  be uncomfortable.  
Rubbing at the smeared mirror she began  to  truss  up  her  long blonde hair 
but left it in the end.  She would feel better with it free till  the last 
minute.  Just the thin silk gown to draw around her now, stuff the  
rest  of her kit into the bag and she was ready.  Well as ready as she thought  
she  would be.
"Now to find where the other boxers are."
Once out in the corridor again she knew where they could be found.  The sound  
of laughter and gentle bickering came from behind one of the other  doors  off  
the dingy passageway.  Normally she would have knocked but  under  the  
circumstances she thought it would make a better impression simply to barge in.

There were five women in the small room.  One she  instantly  recognised  as  
her opponent, Sue, even though she too wore nothing but a dressing gown.
She smiled weakly and said, "Hi."
"Hello, is this everyone?" asked Caroline.
"Yes, well all us girls, there are three men's' fights first, so  they're  all  
in the hall already."
"Aren't you interested in watching?"
"Na, we'd rather play cards and have a natter," she grinned.
Caroline shrugged and a couple of the girls shoved up to make room for her. 
"So it's three men's and three women's fights?" she thought quickly.
Mental arithmetic gave her  the  answer  that,  assuming  each  men's  bout  
took forty-five minutes to an hour, then they would be called at about four 
o'clock.
"More blessed waiting."
But at least she was in good company, the other girls, two younger even than  
Sue and two looking about the same age as herself, seemed in excellent spirits.   
But she soon became aware that the topic of boxing didn't figure in the 
conversation. She decided, diplomatically, to  keep  to herself  the  host  of  
questions  she harboured.  She was sure that she'd know all the answers by the 
end of the  event anyway, probably by experience.
For her, time still dragged rather.
Out in the hall the others settled beck to watch the action.   The  first  
fight, between two young tearaways lasted just two and a bit  rounds.   After  
non-stop, fairly hard hitting from both of the strong teenagers one of the boys 
stopped  an uppercut to the point of his chin which sent him to the 
canvas.
There, he stayed for such a long time that Barbie began to  chant  over  and  
over again, will he be alright?"
'Yes, look he's coming to now,' grinned the ring-wise Eve.
Alone now in the ring, the defeated boxer's head hung as he eased himself 
through the ropes and headed for the door, still supported by his  
seconds.   The  second bout was much different.  Again the two men were evenly  
matched  but  they  were picking their punches.  As they were a good deal older 
it was probable that  they were more experienced.  They were, in fact, a  couple  
of  up  and  coming  young professionals.  It was a most creditable show, both 
were in there to win.   After twelve rounds the only facial injury of the fight, 
a gashed eyebrow, got  so  bad that even the hard-bitten referee could see that 
it had to be stopped.  The loser was far from happy about it but his  seconds 
calmed  him  down  until  a  flash, shady-looking character from the audience 
sidled  up  to  him  and  laid  a  gold spangled hand on his shoulder.  Soon the 
ring was  empty again. 
Not  for  long however.  
Eve and Sarah particularly watched in amazement as two  stout  figures climbed 
clumsily into opposite corners.  At first they  thought they  might  be seconds.  
But no, off came their dressing gowns and other men  joined them outside on the 
ring apron.
'Neither of them will see fifty again,' whispered Sarah.
 'I should say not,' agreed Eve.

When the scruffy, scuffed gloves had been laced on the referee signalled the 
time keeper and they were at it, no introductions, no ring chat by him,  
nothing.   If they hadn't been sluggers during their careers, they certainly 
were now.  Neither kept any semblance of a guard, there was little 
by way of defensive moves.   They were each looking for a quick knockout.  
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on one's viewpoint, they were both 
tough if, not particularly fit.  By the end  of the fifth their faces resembled 
a road accident.  Even John and Eve,  with  their wealth of experience, had 
seldom seen so much blood and snot.  By the tenth  most people in the hall 
seemed to be willing the referee to stop it, but still the two bruisers came 
forwards when the opportunity presented itself.  They were  covered in blood, 
even the ring floor was  well  spattered.   In  the eleventh,  to  his corner's 
relief almost, one of them who had been seen to  be  suffering  from  an injured 
hand for the last few rounds, sank, defeated, to the soiled canvas.
'Phew,' gasped Barbie, 'that was something.  Talk about legalised slaughter.' 
"I shouldn't bank on the legality part,' hushed John.
Her eyebrows shot up.
It was almost exactly three thirty when the ghastly woman slopped into the 
little room.
'Right you're on luvs,' she whined, the ash from the cigarette trailing from  
her lower lip raining down her greasy sweater.
'Oh well, at least the waiting's over,' sighed Caroline.
She could feel the blood booming at her temples as she  rose  automatically  
with the rest end headed for the door.  All six of them trailed along 
to the  form  at the rear of the hall.  They took the place of their male 
counterparts.  All  wore shabby dressing gowns except Lady C so they 
looked a very rough bunch.
The crowd was really warmed up, their blood lust heightened by the brutality 
they had just witnessed.  Still Caroline had no idea how soon she 
would  herself  step into the squalid ring.
'Bloody nerve, he's treating us like chattels,' she said sharply to Sue,  
sitting on her left.
'Yeah, he's a real pig and a half, but he's the one with the bread, so  what  
can you do?'

'I'd damn well show him, given half a chance,'   smiled Caroline to herself.
As If he had heard her  murmurings  the  proprietor  clambered  awkwardly,  
almost drunkenly it seemed, into the ring and grabbed what passed for a 
microphone  from a hook on one of the neutral corner posts.
'Ladles 'n' Gen'lemen, now  its  the  ladies  turn,'  he  slurred  through  
thick spittle flecked lips.
'There are three more  fights this afternoon..........
He went on to list the fighters and Caroline's heart sank when she realised  
that she and Sue were  on last.
'Bastard,' she spat.
The two women looked at each other and shrugged.
'This isn't the right time for a scene,' thought Caroline, trying to  scotch  
her rising temper.
The first two were called.  The youngest of the group,  about  eighteen  
Caroline had marked them down as.  They had spent most  of  the  time  in  
the  rest  room talking animatedly together about clothes and pop  music.   Now  
here  they  were elbowing their way towards the ring through the heaving, smelly 
mass of expectant fans.
The four women left on the bench instinctively budged up closer  together.   
Once they were in the ring and at opposite corners each girl was joined 
by a  pair  of young men to act as their seconds.  In keeping with the place 
these  boys  seemed very rough, leather jacket and jeans being de rigeur, 
hands seemingly tattooed  by four year olds.  They seemed to know what they were 
about  though  and  soon  the girls were firmly if roughly, laced 
into the six ouncers,  there  was  however  a moment of panic in one corner when 
it looked as if the girl's sleeves  might  not pass over the gloves 
when she took it off.  But she had assured the jumpy seconds that it would be 
alright.  They nodded to the 'MC' and he raised  the  microphone to his 
lips.
'The first fight is between Dawn,' she stood and one of the  lads  reached  
round her middle to slip the knot at the front of her gown.
Once the whistling had died down he introduced the other girl as  Fay,  her  
gown slipped from her shoulders and she too stood, absolutely naked.
But for the gloves that is, her's red, Dawn's a dull black.
'Well he said that we could wear anything,' thought Caroline, beginning  to  
feel rather uncomfortable, dressed even as she was in the  briefest  and  
sheerest  of shorts.
She glanced at Sue, wondering what she was wearing.
Sue smiled back, 'now that is something new.  I bin comin' 'ere since I was 
still at school and I've never seen anybody in their birfday suit before.'
The effect on the audience was  electrifying.   Once  the  odd  wolf-whistle  
had passed, they stood in stunned silence whilst the owner checked  the  
girls'  only attire, the scruffy boxing gloves.
James and John,  needless  to  say,  were  captivated.   James  particularly  
was fascinated.  He studied the two boxers as if they were race-horses in 
the  parade ring instead of girls in a boxing ring.
Both were naturally fair,  that  was  obvious.   They  were  well  formed  
girls. Page-three breasts, nipped waists and child bearing hips.  Imagining 
the kind  of social surroundings they emerged from he thought that  it  probably  
wouldn't  be long before those very hips and flat bellies would blossom and 
produce offspring. But now, what a different prospect.  The gloves were tapped 
together inches  from pink, swelling breasts.  Their bare bodies already 
glistened,  it  looked  as  if some kind of oil had been lightly applied before 
they had donned the  gowns.   It reminded him of the gladiators of old.  His 
eyes were drawn  down  between  their legs to take in the sparse almost-covering 
of thin pubic hair.
'After a couple of rounds they will look like they're clean shaven,' he thought. 
When they turned back  for  their  corners  he  focussed  on  their  bare,  
white buttocks, though much more interested in tits than  bums,  he  was  still  
moved, literally,  by  the  provocative  sight   of   the   firm,   quivering   
bottoms.
'Even if they don't lay a glove on each other, I've had my  twenty  quid's  
worth already,' he grinned.
James too smiled broadly.
Most of the audience, including the women, seemed  to  be  very  excited  at  
the prospect of watching the naked girls boxing.  The women on the bench though, 
once they had got over their initial surprise, took it in  their  stride.   
Especially Caroline, herself no stranger to nude fighting.
From the ring the MC took advantage of the stunned silent period to lay down  
the ground rules, such as they were, for the fight.
'This will be a fight to a finish, three minute rounds.  May the best girl win.'
No sooner had he replaced the microphone back on it's hook than the bell rang 
out for the first round.
The strong, bare girls rushed out of their corners and began to slug  each  
other around the ring.  After half a minute or so of stand off boxing they  
closed  and clinched more or less continually till the end of the round.   This  
didn't  mean that the punching stopped, there were many short, low, cruel blows 
to  the  body. Both of them took uppercuts well below the navel.  They were 
already panting hard when they reached their corners but neither sat, each 
preferring to  stand  whilst their seconds lasciviously rubbed down the two 
succulent bodies,  lingering  over breasts and thighs.  
Fay stood proud, the red gloves on her flaring  hips.   Dawn faced the corner, 
her black gloves gripping the top rope allowing one of the boys to scrub her 
back with the rough towel.  She grinned when she heard the bell  for the second 
and danced out to meet her opponent.  Again the fighting was close and hard.  
Fay was on the ropes just above James and the others.  They could  clearly hear 
the gasps as Dawn dug her right fist into her left kidney  region.   
Barbara winced.  
John suddenly brought his hand to his eyes, sweat from the hurting  girl had 
splashed onto his face.  Her sweat sheened bum pushed through the  ropes  and 
Dawn changed her attack to her belly.  She doubled over even  further  until  
her large, creamy breasts hung level with the black gloves.  Dawn  took  the  
offered prize.  Fay took two more punches, both right uppercuts to the left  
tit,  before she slumped to the canvas.  She knelt there on all fours, James  
and  John  could not have wished for a better view of the girl's most  
intimate  parts,  but  both felt sorry for the fallen boxer.  Dawn strolled to 
her corner  for  a  towelling, the exertion of flooring the other girl had 
bathed her in  sweat.   The  visitors were stunned when they realised that no 
count had been begun.
'This sure is the real thing,' thought John, 'Eve will certainly approve.'
Fay pushed off the floor with her gloves, she'd  been  down  for  a  good  
thirty seconds.  The MC didn't move to  wipe  her  gloves,  instead  
he  simply  grunted something that only the girls  could  hear.   They  came  
together  again.   John noticed that Fay had her elbows tucked in tight 
to her bosom.  Both girls'  faces looked fine but the front of her body was 
quite badly  marked.   Her  light-brown nipples had been quite nicely 
puckered up until her visit to the canvas, now they were flat and her breasts 
flushed red.  Dawn grinned as stalked her.
Caroline decided that she didn't much care for the sneering  Dawn  and  began  
to shout encouragement to the underdog.
Fay stayed out of trouble till the end of the round.  But as Caroline  knew  
only too well after her crash course, there was more to boxing  than  
keeping  out  of trouble.  If one stayed on the defensive all the time you may 
as well take a dive or retire.  To fight back was the only constructive 
thing to do, even if it meant that one's opponent might get through with her own 
punches  and  cause  pain  and possible injury.
Fay sat on her stool this time, whilst the cocky Dawn lounged against  the  
ropes inspecting her gloves minutely.  
Eve, nearest Fay's corner could hear her seconds remonstrating with her about 
her performance during the round.
'You're no bloody good inside love, you want to try to keep her at arm's  
length. Use your left, keep the old left lead going and you'll be a lot better 
off.'
She nodded enthusiastically, a pearl of sweat dropping from the end of her 
pretty nose onto her suffering tits.  Her seconds seemed to have come to terms 
with  the nakedness, after all most women who fought  there  were  virtually  
nude  anyway, especially after a few sweaty rounds.
The third was a much better round for Fay.  She did manage to keep the other 
girl away from her, and to do some damage herself.  Both sat out the one 
minute's rest before coming out for the fourth.
Throughout the fifth and sixth the pattern was similar, the fight  staying  
quite even so long as Fay managed to force Dawn to fight openly, but 
as  soon  as  they closed she began to suffer from body blows, particularly 
punches  very  low  into her belly and groin.  When she walked to her 
corner at the end of the  sixth  Eve noticed a couple of thin trickles of blood 
running down the inside of her  smooth thighs.
'That looks like the curse,' she thought.
She was quite right.  The several dozen hard punches Fay had taken low down, 
even between her legs, had brought on her imminent period.  
Her seconds  were  clearly embarrassed but she sat quite unperturbed whilst they 
sponged down her  face  and breasts, studiously ignoring the blood on her legs.
John surveyed the boxers as they lounged on their  stools.   They  looked  
pretty good considering they'd fought six fairly  stiff rounds  in six  ounce  
gloves. Apart from them being drenched in sweat, blotched about the  breasts  
and  faces, and the crimson between Fay's thighs, they looked as they had at the 
start.  When they came out for the seventh the referee crossed to the ring 
centre  and  looked questioningly at Fay.  
The hard stare she returned left him in no doubt that  she was not at all 
bothered by her condition.  Even so her  morale  must  still  have suffered when 
she discovered that she was bleeding.  Whether it  was  because  of this no-one 
could tell, but the seventh turned out to be the most savage round so far.  Both 
moved up a gear, the leather thwacked home and the cynical crowd  came up onto 
their toes, cheering the display of raw violence.
Indeed, so brutal had been the round that,  when  the girls  returned  to  their 
corners, it did now look as if they'd been in a fight.  Both had smudges of 
blood at the nose and mouth, they were panting hard and their breasts, heaving  
vastly, were flaming red.  Their seconds, none too gently, tilted their  heads  
back  and scrubbed at their bloody faces with the sponges.  The  girls  winced  
under  the onslaught.  Everyone was so keen for them to come out for  the  
eighth  that  the minute's rest seemed endless.  At last the bell rang out and 
they rushed at  each other.  Immediately they began to punish one another again.  
The punching, though wild and inaccurate, was devastating.  First Fay's  nose  
began  to  spurt  blood then, a few blows later, Dawn's nose and mouth 
opened up and blood cascaded  down over her hurt breasts.
Lady Caroline perched on the bench.  She began to have second thoughts about  
her impending fight with Sue when she regarded the two pretty  young  girls  
bleeding copiously in the ring before her.
'Still the crowd seem to expect it,' she groaned to herself.
But her excitement grew as well.  She was sweating and  involuntarily  clenching 
her belly and jaw muscles as, in the ring,  the  gloves  continued  to  find  
the target.
'Well it's what I came for.'
There was a lull whilst the seconds did what they could for the hurting girls.
They came together for the ninth, not a pretty sight.  By now the lower  half  
of Fay's face was plastered with blood from her nose and  mouth.   Dawn  was  
little better, but at least she didn't have the dark crimson streaks  down  her  
thighs. Bruises on their bodies were very noticeable now, despite the tanned 
skin.  It was sweat which ran down between their breasts  though  and  their  
broad  backs  and buttocks glistened with it.
'They can't be all that fit,' mused Caroline.
They kept at each other for another twelve rounds though.  By the twentieth  
both of them was covered in blood from head to foot, the seconds having 
abandoned  any pretence of cleaning them up after the twelfth round, leaving 
them instead to  sit and bear their agony between rounds.  The two pairs of 
once-proud  and  tiptilting breasts had begun to swell noticeably and were 
covered with deep, dark bruising.
Lady C was torn between a craving for action on her own part and concern for  
her personal safety.  She wished she could have run to Eva and Sarah for 
comfort, but that was out of the question, besides the two older women had yet  
to  fight,  so she would just have to sit it out.
In the ring the two girls were still going strong but they appeared to  be  in  
a terrible state.  Indeed, when she turned for her corner at the end of  the  
round Caroline was shocked to see blood dripping from Dawn's skinned left 
nipple.   She had noticed that Fay had   put in a good deal of right hand 
work  on  the  breast during the last few rounds.  Her seconds roughly mopped  
the  teat  with  a  damp sponge then, as before, left her to sit out the 
rest  period.   Despite  her  own injuries, Fay was obviously pleased with the 
turn of events, she wasn't  smiling, that was beyond any woman in her 
condition, but the mist  of  pain  in  her  mind eased somewhat and was 
reflected in her eyes.
She too sat out the break unattended by her seconds.
The bell clanged dully and they eased themselves out for the  twenty-first  
time. Fay knew what she had to do.  Like Caroline, she too had spawned  
a  dislike  for her opponent, especially after all the punishment she had taken 
in the  face  and between the legs.  She felt no sympathy as she pumped punch 
after hard punch into the other girl's sagging, bulging breasts.  Dawn seemed  
consumed  by  her  pain, unable to think, unable to defend herself even by 
instinct.  After about  half  a dozen of the cruel blows blood began to  spurt  
from  the  already  damaged  left nipple, covering further Fay's own ballooning 
tits.
Eve bent forwards to catch every movement in the ring.  It was a long time  
since she had seen a scrap as good as this one.  And  only once had  
she  seen  a  girl bleeding so  badly  from  the  breasts.   In  that  fight,  
she  remembered,  the unfortunate girl had literally blacked  out  from  the  
pain  rather  than  being floored by a knock-out punch.  The loss of blood 
wouldn't be helping Dawn either, after nearly an hour and a half of savagery.
Fay wasn't going to let her off the hook.  Not realising that  she  could  
finish her off by staying with the breast punches, she switched her attack to  
the  head in order to get the knock-out she knew, in time would be her's.   With  
her  wet, bare back on the ropes Dawn took everything that Fay threw.  Fresh 
blood  flooded from her flattened nose and a cut appeared beside her left  eye.   
In  any  other ring the referee would have intervened, but not here.  Fay didn't  
seem  to  have any reservations about continuing to hit  the  unresponsive  
girl.   Her  swollen breasts bobbed and swayed alarmingly, and no doubt 
painfully, as  she  tore  into Dawn, but she was blind to the pain, all she saw 
was the grinning face at the end of the first round and she was out to smash it.  
Almost by  accident  she  caught Dawn with a beautiful short right uppercut to 
the point of the  chin.   Her  head snapped back like a broken twig and she 
fell, becoming hopelessly tangled in  the ropes.  Even if she had been 
conscious, she would have had  a  job  to  extricate herself, as she was out 
completely there was no alternative but for  the  referee to call her seconds 
into the ring to get her onto her feet again.  
Even  Eve  was appalled when she realised that the referee was quite ready to  
let  the  carnage continue.  Things were to turn out differently however.  Once 
free of  the  ropes Dawn remained prostrate in the ring.  After several minutes 
the  referee,  almost grudgingly, called another man into the ring, presumably 
some-one with a  medical background.  After some hushed  deliberations,  the  
administration  of  smelling salts and a cold sponge she began to stir.  The 
fear in Fay's eyes faded when she watched her opponent sit up.  She wrapped  her  
thin  dressing  gown  around  her bloody body and squeezed, painfully,  through  
the  ropes.   Dawn's  two  seconds lifted her to her feet and the referee, in 
the first act of consideration  to  be shown by him, covered her heaving 
shoulders with her robe.  They managed to  tuck her through the ropes and then 
to drag her, feet trailing, through  to  crowd  to the changing room.  The front 
of her body was still completely uncovered and  the terrible injuries she had 
received were clearly visible.
There was some light applause and soon a restrained babble of conversation 
began. 
'Well the crowd certainly took that in their stride,'  reflected  Eve,  'I  
can't imagine all the fights here being as brutal as that."
When Dawn was manhandled past the bench Caroline was the  only  fighter  to  
look directly at her, the other three averted their eyes.
'What a state,' she said to herself, "but it was a fairly even fight.'
Fay hadn't looked much better when she had shuffled through the exit door.
After some little time the slovenly woman slouched out with the gloves  that  
had obviously just been taken from Dawn and Fay.
'How squalid,' shuddered Caroline when she realised what was happening.  
"By  the time Sue and I get them those gloves will be fit for nothing."
The other two women seemed to know the score so when they noticed the woman  
they rose in unison and walked over to the ring.
The two, one a crude blonde the other very dark haired, climbed confidently  
into the ring.  They sat whilst the seconds wiped  the  dull blood-stains  from  
the sweaty little gloves.   By  the time they were  reasonably  clean,  they  
were completely wet and sodden.  They both grimaced as the  gloves  were  pushed  
onto their fists.  The seconds made a particularly good job of  tying  the  
laces  and taping over them.
The MC announced them and they slipped off the already undone dressing  gowns  
as their names were called.  
John and James, along with most of the other men in the hall, gasped at the 
sight before them.  The two womens breasts  were  enormous. The bulky, baggy 
gowns had concealed the fact that they were  so  big  even  from Caroline, who 
had been with them all afternoon.  She herself, even with her forty inchers, 
felt quite inadequate.
'Again this is a fight to a finish," announced the MC, before leaving  the  
ring, seemingly to look for the missing time-keeper.
The two men continued to gaze up at the fighters.  Both wore tiny,  white  
bikini bottoms, the black-haired woman's contrasted particularly  
well  with  her  dark, tanned skin.  The blonde too had quite a good tan, but 
the tits still  held  most intrigue for them.  The blonde's were 
slightly the larger.   Though  both  pairs sagged somewhat they were still very 
impressive.  They must  have  both  been  at least forty four 
inches around the bust, D cup at that.  The fair girl's  nipples were quite 
prominent and large but they were as nothing compared with the darker woman.  
Her nipples and aureoles were almost black  and  the  teats  were  a  good 
three-quarters of an inch long.  As for the rest of their physique, it was  
plain that they were both strong and it looked as though they would turn out 
to be very fit.  The dark woman began to shadow box, most effectively, in  
her  corner scything the air.
"I shouldn't like to be on the receiving end of that,' whistled James.
At last the time-keeper was found.  The bell rang out to start the fight.
When the women met, even James was mystified by the peculiar stance each 
adopted. They both held their gloves low, at the hip.  The first 
punch of  the  bout  made Lady Caroline wince.  A heavy right hay-maker thudded 
into the fair  girl's  left breast.  She didn't fall back or cover up, instead 
she pumped a  cruel  right  of her own into her opponent's left tit.
Caroline shot a curious glance at Sue.
"These two always fight like this, they don't care to take it in the face so 
they usually thump each others' boobs around.  No one  seems  to  complain  
though,  I reckon most of these geezers here like seeing jugs like that getting 
bashed," she sighed.
James and John exchanged glances and their eyebrows rose. 
Caroline turned to Sue once again.
"They've fought here before then?"
'Oh yeah, they're always at it.  I don't think they like each other such  really. 
Every time I've been here they've fought as well.'
She caught the unasked question in Caroline's eyes.
'Their fights never last very long, it'll be our turn soon.'
 Caroline's stomach turned to water.

'What are you wearing?' she asked at last.
 'Just panties,' smiled Sue coyly.

'Be back in a tick.'

Lady C. found a toilet where she relieved her nervous bladder.  She didn't 
bother to put the little shorts back on.  Wearing just the tiny white  
tanga  under  her gown she rejoined Sue on the bench.
That's better,' she whispered.

The seconds were revelling in the task of sponging the womens'  massive  
breasts. The tits were already red and flushed.  The dark-girl's aureoles had 
puckered even more, sending her teats thrusting out ever more proudly.
The breasts were pounded and crushed for a further couple of rounds.  Both 
fought completely open chested, there were no defensive moves to speak of, 
just one long exchange of brutal straights and uppercuts, always to the 
breasts.
When they came out for the fourth it was plain that even moving around  the  
ring was painful for them.  The great tits were  swelling  perceptibly,  
the  blonde's nipples swung just above her deep navel.  The darker girl's 
breasts seemed to  be ballooning outwards rather than hanging down farther, 
for the moment at least.
Suddenly she grabbed the back of the blonde's neck with her left glove and 
pulled her onto a series of cruel right uppercuts to the left  tit.   
Caroline  imagined that the referee would intervene but no, he seemed to  turn  
a  blind  eye.   
The crowd went wild.

'That bastard who runs this dump probably sanctions this.   He  knows  what  
this ghastly lot want to see,' she muttered under her breath.
The blonde gagged and fell in an untidy heap.
She got to her knees cupping her ravaged breast with her right glove.   Her fair 
face was even whiter and she pursed her thin lips in pain.  The dark  
girl  stood over her, gloves poised at the hip, ready to dish out  more  of  the  
same.   The blonde seemed resigned to it.  She stood and straight away 
took another  crushing straight right in the bosom.
Caroline was shocked at the open savagery and  the  blonde's  apparently  
stoical acceptance of it.  One more terrific punch, straight from the  shoulder,  
brought blood bubbling from her left teat.
Again she slumped to the canvas.
'That don't half hurt,' gasped Sue, tearing Caroline's attention from  the  
sight of the sobbing girl in the ring.  'Stings like hell.'
Caroline shot her a curious glance.
'Got cut round the nipples in my last scrap here,' she explained.
'Did it heal alright?' asked Caroline, as much for her own  interest  as  
concern for Sue.
'Yeah, right as rain after a couple of days,' grinned the cheeky girl. 
Caroline's gaze returned to the ring.
Somehow the downed girl had made it up during her brief exchange  with  Sue.   
At last she made to cover her front as  best  she  could.   The  dark  
girl  gave  a noticeable shrug and smacked her in the mouth.  It was the first 
head punch of the fight.  The blonde's eyes misted over and she began 
to back-pedal.  There was  to be no escape though.  Her opponent came on, left 
and right fists hooking at  her. Her tits must have been hurting badly  because,  
despite  the  thin, wet  gloves thudding into her face, she kept her guard low 
over her  chest.   Mercifully  the bell rang out and they  made  for  their  
corners,  she thankfully,  her  mentor frustrated.  The fair girl's seconds 
slapped a damp sponge  over  her  bleeding teat as soon as she sat down.  She, 
and many  of  the  audience  winced  at  the heavy-handed treatment.  The ref. 
never bothered to check out the damage.  One of the blonde's seconds noticed a 
thin trickle of blood running from  her  nostrils. She was laid out on her 
stool, her fair head back on the corner pad.
In the opposite corner her opponent bemoaned the fact that she had  only  
managed to floor the blonde twice and that she hadn't been able to stop her 
with the head punches.
'She looks as if she's suffering,' thought Caroline, studying the blonde.
'Who's won in their previous fights?" she asked Sue on impulse.
"Oh, the dark one, Julie,  the blonde, Janet  always  loses.   She's  doing  
much better than usual this time as a matter of fact."
'Why does she keep coming back for more?"  Caroline  thought  for  a  while,  
the boxers waited for the bell.
'Perhaps it is the money.......  but  no  she  could  get  a  part-time  job  or 
something surely.  She can't possibly enjoy losing all the time.   Still  I'd  
go off my chump if I didn't have a scrap now and then, perhaps she's the  same.   
It certainly does you a power of good most times, even if you don't win.'
Her train of thought was derailed by the clanging of the bell.  It was clear 
that Julie meant to keep the pressure on.  Given her due, Janet came 
forwards  eagerly enough, open-chested again Caroline noted.   Julie must  have  
been  spoilt  for choice with both face and breasts open to attack... In the 
event,  perhaps  acting on the advice of her corner, she returned her attention 
to the torn  left  breast. Janet whimpered as the hard fists  dug  into  the  
blue-bruised  bag  which,  only fifteen minutes earlier had constituted her left 
breast.   It  was  swollen  much more than the other now, that was evident even 
from where  Caroline  sat.   Julie continued her attack on the 
blonde's vulnerable breasts for most of the round. She stepped back briefly, 
giving the blonde time to look  down  at  her  agonized breasts.  She 
frowned when she noticed the dark, fresh blood  dripping  from  her nipple.
'She should be used to that by now," muttered Sum.
For the first time in the fight she brought her left elbow in  slightly,  
masking partly the split nipple.  The brunette came forward, put both her 
clenched  fists on her opponents chest and contemptuously shoved her back onto  
the  ropes.   The blonde took two heavy rights into her contorted 
face before  the  bell  signalled the end of the round.
'So it's always this one-sided," gasped Caroline  as  the  blonde,  now  
bleeding badly from her nose too, walked unsteadily to her corner.
'My god, she must be crazy," thought Caroline.
"I'll give her her due thought," conceded Sue, " she's never taken  a  dive,  
she always gets properly beaten.'
This observation served merely to substantiate Caroline's already-formed 
opinion.
"Well either she's crazy or she's got a lot of guts," allowed Caroline. In her 
corner the boys were just as rough with her now-bleeding face  and  
breast as they had been before.
'I don't think I'll have them pawing me about between rounds," thought  
Caroline, 'I'd rather do without that kind of attention."
They came together for the fifth.
The brunette unmarked, the blonde a sorry sight.  Blood still dripping  from  
her nose and nipple, despite the ministrations during the break.   This  
strengthened Caroline's resolve to have nothing to do with the seconds  when  
her  turn  came. Again the brunette worked her trick of pulling the 
suffering girl onto her  right hand with her left.  The outcome was the same 
too.   The  blonde  sagged  to  the spattered canvas.  She knelt there, on 
her haunches, her eyes glazed, damp gloves on her coffee thighs.  Blood from her 
left breast, once more the  target  of  her adversary's hard fists, 
pumping out to splash onto her left glove.
"Surely she can't take much more of this?" asked Caroline.
'Nah, not if she's got any sense," agreed Sue.
Caroline, already unsure of the blonde's motives for being in the  ring  at  
all, could only shrug and watch the stricken boxer.  There being  no  
count,  and  the audience, for once, being fairly quiet, there was a hush that 
seemed  to  add  to the almost surreal atmosphere in the hall.  It seemed, to 
Caroline at least, that time stood still.  The blonde knelt on, unmoving, whilst 
her blood  darkened  the tops of her breasts and her thighs.  The  brunette  
became impatient  and  began appealing to the ref. either to make  the  blonde  
face  her  again  or  concede defeat.  His mien was that of one who really 
cared neither  way.   However,  soon some of the more vociferous of the audience 
began to side with the brunette.
His reaction, though slow, was typical.  He sidled over and, roughly grabbing 
her left arm, mutely made to pull her to her feet.  She  groaned  loudly  
enough  for most in the hall to hear, but did bring her legs round as the first 
move  towards regaining her feet.  The ref. gave another heave  and  
she,  rather  reluctantly, allowed him to straighten her up.
The round was still less than half over.  It was a pointless gesture on the  
part of the blonde.  It was evident to all that she was finished.  The brunette 
seemed pleased though, with the blonde's gloves down at her sides, she  could  
pick  her target at leisure.  With a glint of malice in her eyes  she  
choose  the  already damaged left breast.  The crowd oohed and aahed as the 
crushing  blows  sank  in. Some, more serious, injury must have 
presented itself within the  breast  because fresh blood began to spurt out, 
spraying the perpetrator of the damage.
'Why doesn't she pack it in?' moaned Caroline. 
Sue shrugged noncommittally.

The ref lolled against one of the neutral  corner  posts,  surveying  the  scene 
through complacent eyes.
The brunette grimaced as her front quickly became streaked with blood.
'How much longer?' groaned Caroline to herself.
Like a cat with a mouse, the brunette smacked the other woman around, coldly  
and without fear of retaliation.  At one stage the ref. even went to  
the  extent  of feigning a  conversation with the time-keeper in order to 
distance  himself  from what was going on inside the ring.
'Had she been a dog even some of these creeps would have  called  the  RSPCA  by 
now,' spat Caroline.
Both women were well spattered with the blonde's blood by now.  The breast 
looked bad.  There was no obvious cut, but blood still spurted from 
the milk tract.
'There must be some kind of internal injury,' thought Eve coldly. She'd never 
seen anything like it.
The bell clanged softly and the brunette turned reluctantly for her corner.   
The blonde merely stayed where she was, her back against the ropes, her 
gloves at her sides, eyes closed, blood still jetting from her poor tit.  One  
of  her  seconds inched along the ropes and shepherded her into her own corner.  
They  pushed  her down onto the stool.  She sat for the rest of the break, 
uncomprehending,  whilst the boys made futile attempts to staunch the blood  
pumping  from  her  nose  and breast.
The bell heralded the sixth.
The brunette stood ready in the centre of the  ring  long  before  her  
shattered opponent had left her corner.
'It won't be long now,' sighed Sue.
Caroline shuddered when she thought that this meant that  soon  she  would  
enter that arena herself.

Janet weaved unsteadily from her corner.  Her chest was  completely  open  
again. Julie threw a terrific straight right, with her shoulder well 
behind it, into her left breast.
She screamed and blood gushed down over her thighs.  On her  way  to  the  
canvas Julie caught her on the temple with a cracking left hook.
She lay flat on her back, her gloves by her sides.  She looked almost  at  
peace, except for the state of her face and tits, especially the left.  It 
looked a real mess.  Even her white bikini bottom was red with her blood.
She lay there for well over a minute.  The dark girl soon tired of standing  
over her and moved over to her corner for a sponge down.
At last Janet stirred and the ref. knelt down and whispered to her. He rose, 
shaking his head and grabbed for the microphone.
'Oh no, it's our turn now,' groaned Caroline. Sue began to squirm nervously 
beside her.
Luckily, or otherwise, it took several minutes to get Janet out of the  ring,  
so there was a brief reprieve.  Because her seconds couldn't  get  her  
upright  and they ended up dragging her to her corner by the shoulders.   The  
smelling  salts were employed again and eventually she began to 
flutter her eyelids.  She groaned loudly and began to pant when her pain 
returned.  A few minutes  later,  although she obviously still didn't know 
what she was doing, the medic made her take  over the wad of cotton wool he  had  
been  holding  up  to  her  burst  breast.   This prevented her 
getting the dressing gown on and she was lead slowly from the  ring dressed just 
in her bloody panties and sodden gloves.  Her opponent too had  
left her robe behind when she had left the ring to return to the dressing room.
Sue stood and stretched.
'Well this is it,' thought Caroline.
She too got to her feet and they walked towards the ring.  They brushed past  
the   wreck that had been Janet.  She squinted, drunkenly at them through puffy 
eyes.
'My God,' gasped Caroline to herself, 'close to, she looks even worse."


Sue too looked very different across the stained floor of the  boxing  ring.  
Her youth had left her and the look in her eyes  seemed  very  
determined.   
Caroline consciously decided to adopt a more forthright attitude herself.

'I say,' she shouted at the referee, who was  sharing  some  berry  banter  in  
a neutral corner, 'I want a few words with you.'

He came over, looking rather sheepish.
'Right, for a start, I don't want these yobs in my corner,' she nodded behind 
her towards the seconds, 'there are some friends of mine in the crowd.'
She caught Eve's eve and she rose from her seat, tapping Sarah on the shoulder 
as she did so.
'Tell them to go.'
He gestured to the boys to go.
'And I'm not wearing those gloves,' indicating the woman shuffling  over  to  
the ring with the sodden six-ouncers.
'They're not fit to use after all this time.'
By the time what she had said had sunk in, Eve  and  Sarah  had  arrived  at  
her corner, replacing the two youths.  
Caroline's  confidence  took  another  quantum leap.  The first part of her 
ultimatum had been acceded to.

'I'll 'ave to see the boss,' grumbled the intimidated man. 
'You just do that, ' returned a flushed Lady Caroline.
He grudgingly left the ring and headed for the entrance.  Everyone could hear 
the raised voices.
He clambered back into the ring, muttering.
'Stuck up cow,' it sounded like.
He shoved one pair of brand-new gloves into her hands and  crossed  the  ring  
to Sue's corner with another, both still in their polythene wrappers.
Caroline turned her gloves over, they seemed to be of good  quality.   
Unwrapping them, the leather seemed quite thick, but still soft  and  pliable.   
Her's  were black, Sue's red.  
Eve began to  rummage through  the  squalid  contents  of  an equally squalid 
cardboard box at her feet whilst Caroline sat, gingerly, on  her stool.  She 
found what she had been looking for.  A roll of two-inch bandage  and one of 
surgical tape.   Climbing deftly through the ropes,  she  began,  expertly 
Caroline thought, to bandage her fists.  
Sue was receiving similar treatment from her sullen seconds.  

At every stage in the bandaging Eve checked with her  charge that it was 
comfortable and not too tight.
"Yes fine," replied Caroline when, at last, she was finished. 
"It will save your hands a bit," she soothed.

'0h, before you go any farther." smiled Caroline.

She pulled her red ribbon from one of the pockets of her dressing gown.
"Here, do the honours would you please, I won't be able to see what I'm doing.' 
Sarah grabbed the heavy hank of yellow hair whilst Eve bound it tightly,  at  
the nape of her friend's neck.
'Just the gloves to go,' smiled Sarah.
"It's a pity Sue got the red one's,  they'd  have  matched  my  ribbon,"  
thought Caroline.
"Are you ready?" inquired Eve, 'don't forget you won't be able to use your  
hands for much except hitting once they're on."
Caroline's stomach churned.
"Yes, I'm ready," she replied, managing a thin smile.
Eve and Sarah took a glove each and pushed them carefully onto her hands.  It 
was Eve though who tied the knots and wound the sticky tape round the cuffs over  
the laces.
'Alright?" she asked.
She clenched and unclenched her gloved fists.
"Yes, fine thanks.  I'm quite used to gloves by now."
She glanced across the ring at Sue.  She looked even more serious.  
 The  referee began to  take  more  interest  in  the  proceedings,  perhaps  
prompted  by  the restlessness of the crowd.  He looked enquiringly at the two 
fighters in turn and received a curt nod from each.  He motioned them towards 
him.
"It's your first time innit luv?"
Caroline bit her tongue but managed a reasonably civil 'yes' in reply. 
"Well the round's are three minutes and you fight till one of you's done, o.k?" 
"Right," sighed Caroline.
He whispered.
"When I call your name, drop yer dressing gown alright."
Both nodded and padded back to their corners, their bare feet making no sound  
on the dirty canvas.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, the last fight on today's card is between Sue...... She 
shrugged off her bulky gown.  Caroline was stunned for  a  second.   
She  had tattoos.  Quite tasteful as it happened.  A design  on  each  shoulder,  
but  most intriguing for her, each unexpectedly large breast had it's 
own adornment. She had to be quick with her own gown when she heard the referee 
call  her  name. There was a murmur of appreciation as her near naked body  was  
revealed.   
Sue's brow knitted slightly when she saw what she was up against.
James compared his wife's physique with that of her opponent.   She  was  
bigger, carried more muscle and looked far fitter than the younger girl.  
Her far  larger breasts offered more of a target true, but he surmised that  she  
would  have  no problem in coming away as the winner of the ensuing scrap.
John, who had seen enough womens' fights to know  better,  studied  Sue  
closely. She held herself very  well.   She  looked  very  determined  and,  
perhaps  most telling, very confident.
"I bet she's been at this game for longer than anyone's letting on," he thought. 
She was no stranger to this ring.  Indeed she seemed to  know  her  
seconds  very well, one in particular seemed more than just friendly.
Both stood in their  respective  corners,  Sue  rather  nervously  now,  
Caroline obviously still captivated by the tattooed breasts before her.  But in 
her  jumpy, but none the less, elated state, she began to feel rather uneasy 
herself. Suddenly the referee came to and seconds later the bell rang  out  
to  start  the fight.
"Good luck," smiled Eve, patting her bare shoulder.
Sarah swung the stool out of the ring, leaving just her friend and the  
enigmatic Sue as it's only occupants.  
Caroline tried to remember all she had  learnt.   A hopeless task.  She did, in 
her confusion, fortunately remember about  her  guard and she raised the black 
gloves to her chin.  They stalked one  another,  and  as they turned the 
audience was able to appreciate their bare bodies and  the  tiny, white panties 
which each wore besides the six-ounce boxing gloves.   Sue's  white unexposed 
body contrasted starkly with Caroline's tanned, healthy form.  Sue  was the 
first to get her left hand going.  Caroline's gloves caught most of them, but 
her lips took several direct hits and a few indirect blows from her  own  
gloves, forced against her face by the power of her opponent's punching.  And 
what power. Although she  was  smaller  of  stature  her  fists  were  those  of  
a  trained, experienced boxer.
John nodded slowly and thought to himself, 'hmm, she's no beginner.'
Eve and Sarah tried to urge Caroline on.  She mustn't let Sue dominate the  
fight so much, especially this early.  Sue's confidence, already  high,  
would  be  too overwhelming for Caroline to turn the tide.  After a couple more 
hard  smacks  in the face, she realised herself what she had to do.  
She let  Sue  come  in  again then tickled her ribs with cracking left  and  
right  hooks.	
Sue  grimaced  and sucked air in through clenched teeth.
'That's more like it,' smiled Sarah.
But Eve merely watched blandly  as  the  first  round  lengthened  towards  it's 
half-way mark, Caroline's certainly a heavy puncher, but  she  doesn't  seem  
to have that zip that comes with long training and experience,' she mused.
Sue repaid the blonde, with interest, for the body blows.  It wasn't 
spectacular, she just got her crisp left lead going once more.
Thwack, the hard little  gloves  drilled  into Caroline's  beautiful  mouth  and 
cheeks.  More coaxing from her corner occasioned a really  heavy  straight  
right into Sue's chest, ending the round.  It thudded into her,  just  above  
the  left breast, she fought for breath.
'A real heart-stopper," smiled Eve.
'Funny,' thought Sarah, "that must have been a fairly  even  round  from  a  
pain point of view, but Sue threw about ten times as many punches."
It was an exaggeration of course, but in principle she was  right.   If  
Caroline could come forward instead of defending all the time, she might stand 
up to  the youngster.  Eve sponged her flushed face, using plenty of cool  
water.   Caroline sucked at the sponge as it passed over her slightly thickened 
lips.
"Alright?' she grinned.
'Yes, fine thanks, it feels as if I've a few lumps but she  didn't  hurt  me  
too much."
Eve quickly explained about coming forward, crowding the girl rather more.
'You're bigger and stronger than her, and you can hit much harder.' 
"Right," she said, half to herself.
She nodded as the two seconds fussed around her.
'You want to win don't you,' ended Eve.
'Yes, sure.'
'Well you must come to terms with the fact that the only way you're going  to  
do that is to knock her senseless."
Caroline grinned nervously as it was brought home to her, forcefully,  what  
this game was all about.  It could as well be her who would end up 
unconscious on  the filthy ring floor.  For all that she felt more at ease 
coming out for the second round.  She bunched her fists yet more tightly in the 
little black six-ouncers.
Sue, sensing the increased aggression, covered up properly, rather  than  
holding her gloves at her hips, as she had done in the first round.  They 
circled slowly for several seconds, the red and black gloves high in  front  of  
their  grim-set faces.  The hall was hushed.  The first round had been fairly 
brisk but everyone seemed to expect the pace and the punching to become even 
more  harder  now  that the girls had had time to become accustomed to the ring.   
Caroline,  remembering the advice she had received during the break, suddenly 
lunged at Sue.  It  wasn't very elegant but the pay off was a big right to Sue's 
left cheek.  The heavy blow clearly stunned her.  She staggered back finishing 
up on the ropes.  
Eve  shouted at Caroline to follow up.  
Had she the experience of actual  bouts she  wouldn't have needed telling.  As 
it was the  albeit  brief  time  Sue managed  to  spend resting on the ropes, 
before her opponent came for her again, was sufficient  for her to recover her 
gift for instinctive footwork.  
She  covered  up  beautifully, side-stepping the blonde as she powered in.  
Caroline was  made  to  look  rather clumsy, she fumbled against the ropes and 
came away with a light red mark on  her right breast, her very first 
rope burn.  The crowd loved it.  It reminded John of a bull-fight, with the 
blonde the bull and Sue the matador.  Sue  emphasised  her superiority by 
contemptuously thumping Caroline hard in the  mouth  again  as  she came 
forwards again, having managed to untangle  herself  from  the  ropes.   
The blonde's instinct was to back off but her temper and  Eve's  advice  
combined  to send her ever forward into the firing range.  Sue grinned and 
began to  pump  her left as she danced before the lumbering blonde.  
Caroline's  head  snapped  back time and again.
'She's got guts, that's for sure,' sighed James.
He'd heard Eve telling her to go forwards and knew it had been for the best.   
If only she had the skill to match her opponent's left hand.
'It looks as if she's going to learn this game the hard way,' he thought.
His seemingly hard headed attitude towards the suffering his wife might  have  
to endure was born of hours spent trying to dissuade her from 
putting her  beautiful body on the line.  Even he winced though as more classic 
straight  lefts  smacked into her face.
He noticed that she had tears in her eyes.  He knew it wouldn't be the hurt  
that occasioned them, more probable it would frustration or 
humiliation.  The round was nearly half over and she'd only thrown one 
significant  punch.  
Eve  noticed that she had begun to sweat a great deal.  She mentioned it to 
Sarah.
'I thought she was fitter than this,' she said.
'It's stuffy in here, I don't expect that helps much,' she pointed out, but  
when she looked carefully at Sue she seemed as cool as could be, even 
though  she  was still pumping her left hard into Caroline's fast-reddening 
face.  By the bell her nose had begun to weep blood slightly.  As she 
plonked herself on the stool Sarah made to examine the injury but before she 
could make anything  of  it,  Eve  had whisked the twin trickles of 
blood away with a  flick of  the  sponge.  
Caroline seemed unaware of the fact that she was bleeding.
'I wonder what Eve will tell her to try this time?' wondered James.
Caroline herself was too puffed out to worry about tactics for some time.   
Sarah took over the sponge and held it gently on the back of  her burning  neck.   
The blonde looked forlornly at her gloves.
'What can I do?' she asked.
'I can't give you any better advice than to keep  going  forwards.   You're  
much bigger than her, you should be able to crowd her.  If you cover up 
and  back  off you'll be done for anyway, and the crowd won't like it.'
'Sod the crowd,' thought Lady C.
'Backing off's not my style, you know that.  If I'm going  down,  I'll  be  
going down fighting.'
'That's the spirit,' soothed Sarah.
'I thought she was going to be easy,' thought Caroline, 'well  that's  one  
thing I've learnt this afternoon.'
In the brief moments left before the bell for the third, her  mind  wandered  
and she recalled watching some male featherweight boxers one evening 
in the East End, they too had been slight of build, but could they  pack  a  
punch.   She'd  found those bouts far more exciting than the supposedly 
more  popular  lumbering  great heavy-weights.  She shook herself as she stood.  
James cheered up  somewhat  when he detected a familiar, determined look  in  
her  pale  blue  eyes.   Indeed  she glanced at him as she marched over to meet 
her cocky opponent.   
Sue  started  as she meant to continue, flicking out her deadly  left  hand.   
Caroline  tried  to ignore  the  stinging  punches  smacking  into  her  
unprotected  face,  but was graphically made aware of the punishment she was 
taking.   She'd dabbed  at  her nose with her forearm and when she glanced down 
at it  she noticed  a  smear  of fresh blood.
'She's made my nose bleed," she gasped to herself.
With that she drove her right fist hard into  Sue's  mouth.   Sue had  been  
moving forwards fast, trying to take advantage of the blonde's  preoccupation  
with  her damaged face.  This, combined with the force of the punch, it  had  
come  straight from the shoulder, not only split her lips but also buckled 
her knees.   
For  the first time Caroline felt good.
"What a pity it can't be like this all through."
She felt great watching her opponent struggling to recover from the  head  
punch. Again though she'd not followed up.
Eve swore audibly.
'Still it's a step in the right direction," she thought.
'Come on Caroline, knock her head off," she roared.
At last the blonde came to life.  She waded into Sue using  both  hands  on  
her.  And they weren't disembodied hands, they were those of a fit, strong 
woman.   
Sue felt the power in Caroline's arms and shoulders.  She  had  to  stop  
the  blonde hitting her.  It was her ribs and  sides especially which  were  
being  thumped. 
Caroline's large, inviting breasts were wide open........
She physced herself up for one big hit. It was a fairly short  right  uppercut. 
The speed of the punch was awesome but it  was  no  bee-sting.   The  
hard  glove smacked into the underside of Caroline's left breast.  The skin 
along the base of the tit, where it joined her chest was stretched 
alarmingly, it felt as if it had been torn.  The whole breast was lifted 
bodily, slamming into her brown shoulder. She stumbled, almost falling, 
pawing with her useless gloved hands towards Sue.

'Well that seems to have done the trick," thought Sue, callously.
Caroline was  in  all  kinds  of  trouble  herself now.	
Sue  didn't need  any 	encouragement to follow up  the  crushing  blow.
Anyway her ribs  were  still smarting from the seemingly endless attack she'd 
just suffered.  
James glanced at his watch.  He reckoned she had to survive at least thirty 
seconds.  
Against  her instincts she covered up.  In fact she made a very  good  
job  of  it.   
Sue  was clearly frustrated by it.  She began by repaying 
some of the body  punches  she'd just taken herself and it was a very sore 
fighter who eased herself down  on  the stool after enduring half a minute 
of it.
'Well you proved that you could do it," grinned Sarah.
"Yes, but look at the outcome," she groaned.
Her breasts were smudged with blood from her face, the left tit searing with  
the heat of agony.
'Don't be so negative," scolded Eve.
'It's alright for you."
"Oh, come on," she chided, 'you wanted to take her on.  Just get on and give  
her some more of that."
She held her clenched fist under Caroline's runny nose.
Lady C held out her gloves, palms up  in  a  forlorn  gesture,  as  if  to  
focus attention on the blood flecks on her arms and chest.   
Eve  roughly grabbed  the sponge form Sarah.
'Here."
She quickly wiped the blonde over.
When she rose for the fourth however she gave her a crisp slap on the back of 
her damp, white panties.
"Go for it girl.'
She raised a genuine smile  and,  bunching  her  fists  tightly,  approached  
the opposition.
"May as well make the best of a bad job,' was her maxim for the fourth round. 
Her breast still hurt like hell but she felt as though she could  come  
to  terms with the pain, it was really the humiliation of defeat which bothered  
her most. Especially in front of all these people, her friends and even her 
husband.  She'd been beaten before of course, but never with so many onlookers.  
Usually  it  had been lust the two of them, at home, in her own gym.
While she was contemplating her fate the dark-haired girl contrived to  sink  
her right, thinly-padded, fist into the front of her panties.  She saw a 
kaleidoscope of colours, her gloves dropped instinctively to her vagina.
'Snap out of it!" yelled Eve and Sarah.
Sue moved up a gear and snapped Caroline's head back repeatedly with both hands. 
"She must go down,' sighed James.
She took about a dozen head punches before she fell.
Although her nose was a bloody mess, it was the patch, of  material  between  
her smooth brown thighs which received the attention, of both her 
gloved  hands.   She squirmed on the filthy canvas.  
Sue hovered over her, gloves on  hips,  ready  to finish her off as soon as she 
got up.
Suddenly James and the others became aware of something very  odd.   The  
referee hadn't begun a count...........
'Christ this is going to be a real fight to the finish after all,' gasped Eve  
as the truth dawned on her.
"How's it going to end?" she enquired of Sarah.
She shrugged and returned her gaze to their friend, curled up on the  ring  
floor about six feet from them.  
As if to answer Eve's question  the referee  slouched over and told them to see 
if they could get their fighter to return to the fight.
"How long?" sneered Eve.	
"As long as you like love, it's up to her, if 'she don't want to  fight  no  
more, then we'll call it finished."
Eve shrugged resignedly and slipped between the ropes.  Between  them  they  
half dragged Caroline to the corner and installed her on the  stool.   
Her  eyes  were glazed and she still had both gloves thrust down between her 
thighs.
'Hurt?" enquired Eve, somewhat superfluously. 
She grunted.
This was a new one, even for Eve.  She'd had dozens  of  tough  fights,  but  
had never hit or been hit between the legs.  She was stumped for once.
"What shall we do?" whispered. Sarah.
"Sponge I suppose," she shrugged.
Caroline was still fish-eyed.
The sponge didn't seem to make much impression.  
Sarah kept  glancing, first  at her wristwatch, then at the ref.  
True to form he didn't seem all  that  bothered about what was happening to the 
injured girl.  
Lady C. finally removed her gloves from between her sweaty thighs so Eve 
was able to shove the  cool  sponge  right down the front of her already-
sodden panties.  She mumbled something and Eve took the initiative.
"How about it Car, you ought to call it a day?"
It appeared as though she were thinking.  At last she whispered  to  her  
worried seconds.
'I'll go out for the fifth, I don't want to quit, but if I make  it  through  
the round and you still think I ought to stop, then I will, ok?"
Eve nodded thankfully.
'We'd better try and do something for your face,"  she  sighed,  gently  
turning Caroline's battered head better to catch the bright, harsh light.
"Does the nose hurt much?'
'No, not really, it just feels swollen and rather hard."
"Yes, that's quite normal, it doesn't look too bad actually  it's  certainly  
not broken, but it sure is bleeding like hell."
"I'm hurting all over,' groaned the blonde.
Neither second looked very pleased when she croaked at  the  ref.  that  she  
was ready to restart the fight.
A thin smile flickered across his lips and he motioned to Sue and the 
timekeeper.  The bell rang softly and Caroline eased herself, painfully, 
from her stool.  
Sue was already waiting in the centre of the ring.
'Good luck,' whispered Eve, too softly for Caroline to hear.
She glanced over at James.  He looked grave and maybe a little angry, probably 
at his wife's foolhardiness, not only at having taken Sue on in the first place  
but also for her dogged insistence on coming out for the fifth 
despite her injuries. He turned to Barbara.   She  returned  his  gaze  
non-committaly.   She  actually approved of his wife's decision.  She was 
outclassed but not too  badly  beaten, yet. Unfortunately, in the 
ring, Sue had different ideas.  She began to pick her punches, circling the 
half-stunned blonde.  Two consecutive straight rights  hard into her 
face caused Caroline to topple backwards onto the spattered canvas.  She 
lay completely still.  
The ref. grunted and lounged against the  ropes.   
Slowly she rolled onto her side.  Then arched herself up onto all fours.   It  
made  a pathetic sight for so proud and elegant a young  woman.   Her  yellow  
hair  hung forwards partly framing her battered face.  Her open gloves were 
palm-flat on the grubby ring floor, she was no longer even making a fist.  Her 
back  heaved.   Her sweat-slicked bum was left almost bare, the tight, damp 
panties having rucked up into the cleft of her buttocks.  The bottoms of her 
bare, brown feet  were black after twenty minutes or so treading the mucky ring. 
Worst of all was the  steady drip, drip of bright red blood from her wrecked 
nose and mashed lips.  Still  she took her time in standing.  
James winced when he  saw  how  much  she  bled.   He wondered if her nose were 
broken.
'She's off her chump, I'm sure of it,' he marvelled.
She was upright again and Sue resumed  her  relentless  task.   She  was  
utterly defenceless, her gloves down by her sides.  
Eve was disgusted, by  the  spectacle before her, by the referee, Sue and even 
the proprietor of the squalid hall.  She listened to Caroline grunting each time 
she took a punch to her breasts or  face. After about fifteen seconds and over 
twenty punches she  scaled  the  ropes  near their corner and rushed at the 
ineffectual referee.
'Come on you bastard, can't you see she's had enough.  You know this is her 
first fight."
He stepped back onto the ropes as if to indicate that he'd washed  his  hands  
of the whole thing.  
By this time even the callous Sue had stopped punching and,  to her credit, half 
supported the ruined blonde whilst Eve tried to impress  on  the referee that 
the fight was over, finished.  
The crowd seemed to be fairly  evenly divided.  Some booing and hissing, others  
sitting  quietly,  obviously  relieved that the carnage seemed to be over.  
James was most disconcerted to discover that the most vociferous dissenters 
around him seemed to be women.  
Sarah  had joined Eve in the ring by now and together they led Caroline 
back to her  corner.   
Sue, ignoring the referee, jumped up and down in  her own  corner,  her  blood-
sodden little gloves in the air above her virtually unscathed head,  talking  
animatedly to her second-friend.  Eventually even the thick-skinned referee got 
the  message and announced that the fight was over and that Sue was the winner.
"Winner!' thought James, 'almost a bloody murderess.'
He could no longer  restrain  himself.   Ignoring  Barbie's  raised  eyebrows  
he hurried through the milling crowd, to the ring.  Caroline looked  
conscious,  but very sad.  His emotion changed from anger to concern.  He 
thought briefly of  his doctor friend, John.  But no, he didn't want 
him directly involved.
'Perhaps he could recommend someone though.  She  will  need  to  have  her  
nose checked.  And her teeth,' he groaned, remembering particularly that last  
barrage of undefended blows, most of them to the head.
'Sarah's a dental receptionist,' he thought, 'that takes care of  that  I  
should imagine.'
He felt better with something to think about.  He  watched  Sarah  attempting  
to staunch his wife's streaming nosebleed, and told her his plan 
of action. 
'Yes, that should be fine it's early yet,' she agreed.
Thankfully he made for the nearest call box to try to contact John.
Sue left the ring, to rapturous applause.  
Caroline's  puffy  eyes followed	her victorious progress to the back of the 
hall.  
Sarah held  her  nose,  rather too 	tightly she thought.  
She squirmed.
'Please let it go, it will stop bleeding on it's own soon.  Can't we get 
out	from 	under the gaze of this lot.'
She jerked her aching head towards the rough audience.  
Sarah glanced at Eve,	who 	was trying, rather unsuccessfully, to remove 
Caroline's gloves.
'Bloody good idea,' she agreed.
She jumped down and snatched Caroline's gown from the floor by the ring.
'Here let's help you on with this.' 
The blonde stood wearily and allowed her two friends to drape the thin 
gown	over her shoulders.  
Sarah lifted one of her  still-gloved  hands  up  to catch	the 	material about 
her bruised breasts.
'The trouble is, I shall have to face Sue back there,' she thought gloomily.
'Let's go,' said Eve jauntily.
They folded the defeated girl through the ropes and gently  lowered  her  
to	the 	floor.  She shuddered when she noticed that blood was  still  
dripping from	her 	face and staining her beautiful  white  gown.   Still  
it  was  giving  her	some	protection from the leers of the punters left in 
the hall as she made her painful way to the changing room.
She was surprised to find Sue waiting with a pair of scissors. Glancing at Eve 
she said, 'can't you get her gloves off?'
Eve shook her head and accepted the scissors.
'Alright?' asked Sue, looking into Caroline's moist eyes.
'Hurting a bit.'
'Well I'm sorry luv but when I get into that ring it's to win.'
'Yes I know, I'm not blaming you, I wanted to do it.  Someone had to lose."
Only she wished it hadn't been quite so one sided.  It was with a new respect 
that she eyed Sue's wiry arms and tattooed shoulders.  She was 
still  rather  surprised at the turn of events.
'Well maybe I shouldn't have expected a runaway victory, but I was 
sure I'd win.'
'Here,' smiled Sue, pushing a heap of assorted rubbish from the seat of the only
chair in the room.
It was so rickety that the exhausted, shaking blonde threatened to topple to the
floor any second.  
Eve moved to her and crowded her, steadying her fallen friend. Carefully she cut 
the tapes and laces on her under-used black,  gloves,  the  she gently pulled 
them from her sweaty hands.
'That's better,' sighed Caroline, flexing her fingers, thankful for  the  
freedom of movement.  Again she glanced over at Sue.  By now  there  was  
a  small,  thin towel around her white neck but she still wore just  her  little  
white  panties. Her seconds had roughly hacked off the sodden red gloves before 
she had left  the ring.  She became aware of Caroline  attention.   
Blushing  slightly,  she  said, 'there's no shower or nuffin' here 
love, you'll have to wait till  you  get  home I'm afraid.'
Uneasily she rolled her damp pants off and taking, the towel from her  
shoulders, began to scrub her glowing body.  She pulled a tatty  plastic  
carrier  bag  from under the table and shook out the contents.  Revealed was 
some under-clothes  and the familiar black leather skirt and jacket.  She 
quickly dressed, by which  time Caroline was cheered to notice that 
her face had  stopped  dripping  blood.   She smiled weakly at Sarah.
'It's stopped at last.'
'About time,' grinned Sarah in return.
There was a soft knock at the door, followed immediately  by  the  entry  of  
the proprietor.  His chin and shoulders dropped when he noticed that 
Sue was  already dressed, but he brightened only a little, as he took in  
Caroline's  large,  bare breasts quivering beneath the open front of her 
gown.  Instinctively she  clasped the stained material about her.
Eve strategically hung a towel across  her  vast chest, as if to stop her face 
blood from further messing up her front.  
He wasn't to know she had stopped bleeding.
He fumbled in his dank pockets and came up with a couple of  crumpled,  
dog-eared brown envelopes.  He felt both of them, then crossed to Sue 
with one, placing  it reluctantly in her outstretched palm.  The other 
he tossed onto  the  table  near Caroline as he made for the door.  
Not a word was spoken.
'Bastard,' spat Sue.
She couldn't contain herself though and began to tear at the  envelope  
with  her aching fingers.  She counted for several seconds.
'Mmm, two hundred and fifty, that'll mean you've got a ton I should  
think,"  she said, looking directly at Caroline.             
'Well I'm not hanging round here now we've been paid.   See you  again  
I  hope and if it's in the ring I hope you win, unless it's against me," 
she winked. She headed for the door but Caroline stopped her with an arm 
round her slim waist as she passed.
"Here," she whispered, tucking her own envelope into her bag, "take this, 
I'll be very cross if you don't."
"Thanks, I'm too skint to refuse anyway."	
'But before you go, can you tell me where you had those beautiful tattoos 
done?" Confused, she slammed the door and was gone.
'What's the next step?" asked Eve, glancing at her watch.
"Get dressed and see if Barbie can accommodate us for a  bath  and  a  
breather?" suggested Caroline.
"Good idea," said Sarah,' I'll go and find her."
It was no trouble, as she opened the door, she found her  and  John  
looking  for them.  Defensively she kept them outside the changing 
room for  long  enough  for Caroline to dress.                      
By the time they met up inside Barbie knew the plan and the blonde 
was  ready  to leave.
"James shot off to see about a medical check up," said John.
'No chance," mumbled Caroline, "all I need is a decent bath and some rest.
  I  was only in the ring for less than five rounds.  I'm not crippled 
or anything." 
She looked to Eve for support.
"She'll look better when she's had a chance to clean up," she agreed. 
Sarah carried the flight bag leaving Caroline's hand free to hold a  
handkerchief up to her face.  It would save the stares and besides 
she was determined  not  to get her clothes blood-stained.
They rustled up a complaining, frustrated  James  on  their  through  
the  foyer, cramming into the car, but for special  care  being  taken  
with  Caroline,  they headed for Barbie's.


She and James left for home at around midnight.  It had been a long day.  
Not  as either had imagined in their dream  of  dreams,  nor  a  day  
free  of  pain  and humiliation, but quite a day none the less.  
Caroline did look,  and  feel,  much better.  Her face was puffy and 
her nose swollen and hard, but she was her  usual chirpy self again.
"Well that's over," sighed James, his hand stretching out to  caress  
his  wife's leather-clad thigh.
'Hm," she stretched, "back to the grindstone next week I hope." 
His jaw dropped, he was silent for some time.
Then as if dreading the reply asked, "what do you mean darling?" 
She too paused then said.
"Umm, a slight setback Jimmy," she only called him Jimmy out  of  
cupboard  love, "If Eve's still game, and I'm sure she will be, I 
want to get back into  training as soon as possible."
With James too shocked to reply she persisted.
'It's just like being thrown,' she mused, 'you must  remount  
straight  away.   I wasn't ready for that fight and I 
underestimated the opposition.  I  reckon  that when I 
can beat Sarah and maybe even Eve, then I may have another crack  
at  that hall."
He had come to by now.
'It's your war,' he sighed.
He hadn't liked what head seen at the unlicensed boxing but knew 
it  was  useless to argue with her and, at that time of night, he 
was, quite honestly, too tired.


She was stiff by the time they arrived home.  Her head ached  as  
did  her  groin from the effect of the punching but,  looking on 
the	 bright  side,  her  large breasts had come through the 
ordeal almost untouched.	Just the left glowing with dull 
pain and slightly bloated.           
'I'm glad I didn't have to take too much in the boobs.'
She shuddered when she remembered the two older women boxing.	 
'Janet must	still be hurting like the very devil, she won't be 
training for  a while, that's for sure."	
No sooner had her heavy head touched the pillow than she was asleep.	 
Maybe	the generous tots of brandy James had fed her helped.
                                               
James was first to emerge from their huge bed.  He slid out gently, 
Caroline flat on her back, was unaware of his rising.  Unsure what 
state she might  be  in,  he decided on tea and toast.  He took his 
into his study and  ploughed  through  his favourite parts of the 
Sunday Times before venturing to try the meagre  breakfast on Caroline.
Lustily he drew the curtains back after, he had placed the tray.   
Immediately  he regretted doing so.
In the cold light of dawn, so to speak, she didn't look as good as  
she  had  the night before.
Her bruising had blossomed during the night.  There were dark, almost 
black lines running out from the bridge of her nose, under each eye.
Still she was chirpy enough.
'What time is it?' she yawned.
He realised that he'd not even bothered to look.  He couldn't believe 
that  it  was past two o'clock.
'Well, put it this way, the Plough will just be calling time.' 
Her dulled brain fought to assimilate the facts.
Even given the doubtful hours kept by the village pub she ventured, 
'after two?' 
He nodded.


'Come on,' she patted the  duvet,  'let's  see  if  I've  got  over
  that  rather indelicate punch.'
Afterwards, whilst they drank a second cup  of  tea,  she  confided  
to  him  her gesture towards Sue.
'I expect she could do with it, besides I don't think there's really 
an ounce  of malice in her, like she said, she was in there to win.  
She knew as little  about you as you of her.  She could have taken a 
real beating herself.'
Caroline remembered about the cut nipples and bleeding breast she  
had mentioned occurring in Sue's last fight.
She told James.
'There you are, it sounds as if she's taken a thrashing or two.  Makes 
me respect her even more.  It takes guts to take on someone you know 
nothing about.   I  bet she panicked when she saw you gloved and ready, 
but it turned out alright for her as it happened."
'My punching  was  alright,'  thought  Caroline  aloud,  "it  was  just  
lack of ring-craft, I couldn't get near her without getting clobbered."
"If you are going back, how are you going  to  get  the  experience?"  he  
sighed hopelessly.
"As I said last night, I'll keep up the  training  with  Eve  and  Sarah.   
Maybe something else will turn up.'