The Outsider By Smac Jane is forced to look outside her usual group to box again Corrected 30/06/2001 There was a certain tension in the room and the four of them chatted animatedly. "She said it would be about midday when she rang last night," enthused Jane. It was, in fact after one o'clock before the gravel of the drive was disturbed by car wheels. It flew as the white BMW turned off the main road then crunched into the very hardcore beneath when the 4x discs bit, stopping the sleek shape precisely opposite the pillared front entrance. Jane's tummy tightened. "Oh well it's what I've been looking forward to, it's just a pity Derek can't be here." She, the hostess, made for the reception hall. Laura had sent her a photo when they'd first corresponded but she was still taken aback by the sight of the blonde extricating herself from behind the wheel of her car. She'd been prepared to expect a very intelligent woman but not one quite so beautiful. The picture hadn't done her justice. Jane stood open mouthed in the doorway whilst her erstwhile opponent strode up to her. She carried a large shoulder bag. It was white, like the car and everything she wore. Simple white court shoes, a pencil skirt and an immaculate sheer blouse. Emphasising further the glaring whiteness of her outfit was the deep brown tan over all of her body. "She didn't get that in Edinburgh at this time of year," grinned Jane, taking the proffered hand. The grip was strong and positive. She stepped back and Laura preceded her up the corridor. Jane studied her rear view closely. It wasn't just the shape, though that was very pleasing, or the hard muscle, it was the overwhelming air of confidence she exuded, "I expect you'd like to rest for a while?" prompted Jane. "Um, no just a quick shower to freshen me up, then I'll be ready." She opened the door and Laura passed her. "There's a shower en suite," she smiled as she showed the Scot to her room. "I'll leave you to it, just ring the bell when you're ready." "My case?" "I'll get it for you now. She heard the thump above the noise of the shower as Jane dumped her suitcase. "I've brought some videos of some of my other fights," she shouted above the hiss of the water. "Marvellous, I'll tell the girls." She'd noticed Jane's black leather trousers on her arrival so it was a white leather mini skirt that she chose from her neatly packed suitcase. Wriggling her broad hips she zipped it up over her tiny white panties. Stepping into the same white court shoes she'd driven down in she pulled on a thin white cotton tee-shirt. She ran her comb quickly through her still-wet hair and headed for the door. Then she stopped. She didn't know where in the big house to go, "Jane said something about ringing a bell, ah there it is." Within half a minute the door was opened and they set off. Jane chattered nervously, "I told the others about your tapes, they're hoping that you'll stay for a while now so we can watch all of them." "I've only brought three, but staying for the weekend might be a good idea anyway." Jane caught the underlying meaning and swallowed hard. "I like the skirt," she brightened. "Here we are." She watched the girls' faces for their reactions to the stunning blonde. As expected Louise showed the most interest Laura herself eyed the three of them. They all wore leather skirts and tops not unlike her own. The short skirts were darker, Louise's and Mandy's black, Anne's dark burgundy. Louise apparently couldn't take her eyes off the newcomer. When Jane introduced them individually, Louise merely blinked her cow eyes as her name was mentioned. "Now, about this fight.. . . " interjected Laura. Louise came to life. "What about the videos?" she asked quietly. "I've brought three," answered the Scot hurriedly. "All boxing?" persisted the redhead. "Yes," sighed Laura, "one's against a man." "What did you fight a man for?" asked Jane incredulously. "Ran out of opposition's the straight answer," she smiled. "How did it go?" asked Anne. "He half killed me." Louise winced. She elaborated. "Broke my nose and split my right breast badly. But that was six months ago, I'm ready for now." Jane took the broad hint. "Ok girls let's go." The three struggled out of the low, comfortable chairs, straightening their skirts as they moved follow Jane. She led the way to the gym, still chattering ten to the dozen. "Everything's ready, you won't need to use anything of your own," she soothed. Laura's deep blue eyes brightened when she saw the large, well equipped room. "You're lucky, I thought I had a good work out room but this is terrific." "My husband indulges me, and he likes to see me fight," she said tongue in cheek. "But he's not here is he?" "No, all girls together this weekend, he's in Zurich at some boring meeting, or so he says," she grinned. "It must be a pretty important meeting or she must be very pretty for him to miss this," thought Anne. "Can't you tape our scrap for him?" asked the Scot. "Hadn't thought about it, no I guess I'll get one of the girls to describe it for him, he'll enjoy that just as much." "It's a fight to the finish?" asked Anne, as she'd already agreed to referee. They both nodded. "I'll get ready first," said Jane, "then you can see if you approve of the gloves and everything." She ducked eagerly through the ropes. Almost without pausing she began to undo the buttons of her blue silk shirt. Then the back catch of her lacy blue bra popped and her massive tits were exposed, hanging almost down to the high waist band of her black leather trousers. She manoeuvred herself forwards until the top rope supported her great breasts, enabling Louise to take the gold pins out of her nipples with a practised movement. This done she kicked off her shoes and unzipped the trousers. There was a good deal of provocative wiggling before she was able to toss the leather garment over the top rope. She stepped out of her little light blue cotton panties and handed them to Louise. The redhead tucked them into the waist band of her skirt and grabbed the bag from the stool in Jane's corner. "Here we are," she cooed. Inside of course were the wicked white four ouncers and the familiar little leather g-string. Gloves or string first?" "String please then I can help a little." She turned to face the ring centre. Laura lounging against the corner padding, studied her blonde adversary to the point of staring rudely. "She's bigger about the breasts than me, but look at those shoulders." It was the woman's shoulders, biceps and thighs that impressed her most. Clearly the most powerful female opponent she'd ever agreed to take on. She had her legs spread apart ready for the redhead to tie on the leather g-string her prominent, bare pubic mound thrust forwards shamefacedly Louise seemed far more business like than she had when tending Mandy during her fight with her mother. Instead of standing, ogling the statuesque blonde she got on with the job of hiding the big woman's bare pudenda with the tiny scrap of thin white leather. The strings were to be used for the third time today. They'd become thinner and more supple than ever for having been thoroughly cleaned twice. Anne smiled wryly as she helped the redhead tie the thin white laces into bows on the blonde's hips. Despite the seriousness of the occasion, once the thongs were safely tied, Jane did a twirl, mostly it seemed for the benefit of the new girl and Louise. Once still however she fisted her right hand and shoved it under the redhead's nose. She took the broad hint. "Ok Jane, calm down." The gloves, like the strings, had matured with use and the careful cleaning. The padding, such as it was, had become so compacted that it was like solid leather right through the glove. Jane shuddered when Louise worked the small glove over her long fingers, she'd faced these leathers twice before and both times they'd hurt her. The redhead completed her left glove. It was tightly laced and taped over with thin, white surgical adhesive tape. She thudded the rolled fist into the heel of her right hand. There was no give, no diminution of the impact of her naked knuckles. Curious, Laura turned to Mandy and asked to see her gloves. She half smiled as she passed the little balls of leather into the ring. The Scot weighed one in her hand, then kneaded it disbelievingly. "Jesus." In the opposite corner Louise had finished the gloving up operation. Jane stood facing the ring centre, feet apart, fists tightly clenched and, with her biceps flexed, elbows slightly bent, her gloves hung about a foot away from her sides at mid thigh, her chin jutted as did her large, firm breasts. Louise drank in her rear view and panted softly. Laura seemed to come to a decision, tossing the gloves down in her corner, she strode over to the naked Jane. "This is it is it?" she asked, head to one side. "Yep, any complaints?" "No, not really. Have you used these gloves before?" "Yes, of course," Jane replied indignantly, "Anne and me have fought to a finish with them twice. "And what was the result?" Jane thought for a moment. "I won both times, but she beat me the first time we boxed. There were injuries?" "Yes, of course," sighed Jane, "0k, give me a minute." She turned and motioned to Mandy who got quickly into the ring. Louise slid the stool into the corner and Jane slumped onto it, eyes rivetted on the scots girl. Her thin white t-shirt was slowly pulled over her blonde head. Her breasts looked surprisingly large for her slim frame. When the silky smooth white bra was peeled away to reveal her evenly tanned chest the suspicions were confirmed. They were page three breasts and no mistake, rounded, firm and succulent. They were tipped with the most unusual nipples. Their areolas were cone shaped, like two pale walnut whips, the teats were still long and fleshy, the whole assemblage being some two and a half inches long. She smiled when she noticed Louise overtly staring at them. The redhead's eyes followed her hands as she popped the buttons of her leather mini and unzipped the skirt. She let it drop to the canvas at her feet and deftly stepped out. Kicking off her high heels she bent to pick them up, turning slightly she gave Louise a display of bare, brown bum. She'd only had a little white g-string on under the leather skirt. Louise quickly edged round the ring to get into position to give Mandy a hand with Laura's leather boxing string. Jane grinned. Laura thumbed her minuscule string off and turned fully to face her corner. There was no pubic hair, just her bare, fleshy cunt lips. The two youngsters got to work and soon the tiny leather g- string moulded her bare fanny. Mandy suggested the stool and she sat whilst the two girls tackled one of the tiny gloves each. Laura wriggled her bare bum somewhat anxiously as they began tightly to bind her strong wrists. "Close to she's much stronger looking," said Louise to herself. Once the tiny gloves were firmly fitted Louise bid her to stand so that Anne, as referee, could check her over. Jane's heart rate quickened when she appraised her opponent. "She may be lighter than me by a good few pounds, but she certainly looks bloody fit and strong." She motioned to Louise. "Do me a favour, I forgot to take any ice cubes out," she whispered. Louise nodded knowingly. "I think we're going to need some," Jane said to herself as she watched the redhead making for the kitchen. Anne gravitated over to Jane's corner. Smiling, she looked down at the almost prone figure of her friend and past adversary. "She looks even better than she did when we fought," thought the brunette. She had to ask the question. "Why this fight Jane? Haven't you proved yourself against me? This woman could beat the daylights out of you, you don't even know her." "Believe it or not I enjoyed our scraps, even the very first one. Ok we both got hurt but I'm glad we did it aren't you?" "Well yes I suppose so but my nose would be a little straighter if we hadn't," she grinned. Jane caught her hand with her right glove. "If she," her eyes darted to the scots girl in the opposite corner, "hammers me today then I will definitely think about packing in boxing, unless you want another go?" "No thanks, shuddered Anne "I can't see me fighting seriously ever again." She dropped her voice, "even Mandy took it out of me." Jane had mixed feeling about that fight so decided to keep her own council. Louise came back to the corner and Anne walked slowly to the centre of the ring. "Right," she said, and held her hands out to both corners. The two seconds withdrew the two low stools from the spotless ring and sat on them whilst they watched Anne briefing the two boxers. The sight brought back the memory of Anne and Jane's last two battles for them both. Louise felt rather apprehensive for her friend and mentor, Jane. Mandy just hoped that this scrap would be as good. By the look of the Scots girl, and by what she'd said during the chat in the sitting room, a good punch up was in prospect. Her mother knew she would have to put her fears for what might happen behind her and concentrate on being a fair arbiter of the contest which was about to begin. She fought down her panic, steeled herself to present a professional, disinterested outlook to the two fighters. No-one could know for sure but she knew Jane of old and from what the Scot girl had said,,,, "I want a good clean fight," she could hear the words as if someone else were speaking them, "in the event of a knockdown I want the other girl to go to a neutral corner and when I say break I want you both to back off straight away. There's no restriction on where you can punch or to the number of rounds. I shan't be counting, so when you've had enough is up to you." She could have added, "I don't know why I'm here at all," but didn't. She smelt the sharp smell of fear on the two women. "Any questions?" No response. "Ok," she nodded to Mandy, "back to your corners and come out fighting. The timekeeper studied her watch, dinging the gong as soon as the second hand came upright. About twenty-two stones of female closed, the only thing between them the tiny white leather boxing gloves. Laura felt them first, her head snapping back as the hard leather stung her cheekbone. Her face reddened, not from the blow, but from the realisation of what she'd let herself in for. She was no defeatist though. She'd clawed her way out of the slums the hard way. She wanted a fight, that's what she'd come for. She didn't really want it any other way. She stopped the blonde's advance with a right of her own. Jane's forward momentum helped. It was the hardest punch to the tits she'd taken since her final fight with Anne. The all too familiar pain knifed through her. Now both women had tasted what was on offer. A tremendous flurry of punches from both of them ended with Jane grabbing for the top rope to stop herself tripping as she back peddled under the onslaught. Louise watched wide-eyed. But the blonde took it in her stride, ducking away and raising her guard quickly. This was a boxing match, she didn't expect a patty-cake session. The round settled into a very correct exchange of long left leads. The almost nude women gracefully using all of the ring for their brutal dance. The tiny, hard gloves transformed their fairly crisp punches into bone jarring blows. Mandy tore her eyes away from the ring to glance at her watch and, before another punch could be thrown, she was moved to sound the gong to end the first. The blonde dropped her white gloves and headed for her corner and Louise. Mandy and Anne welcomed the Scots girl. "Phew," sighed Jane, "she's going to take some putting away." "You'll handle her," grinned Louise, "need anything?" "No thanks, but you'd better ask Mandy to make up an ice pack, she waved her right glove in the general direction of her massive chest, "I think we'll need it." Louise almost reached out to touch the searing flesh but managed to contain herself. "String ok?" "Hmm yes, I'd forgotten how cool they were." "I must try and get to wear one of them," thought Louise, she was the only one amongst the five of them there who hadn't fought in one of the little white leather g-strings. As for the white leather four ounce gloves. Well she didn't think she was quite ready for them yet. She'd seen the damage they wreaked. She was no coward but she didn't LIKE pain. Jane cuffed her round the ear with one of them. "She's psychic!" "Stool?" suggested the blonde. The gong went and the two powerful women strode out into the squared circle. Jane flatfooted around, blocking and parrying Laura's early punches "Whew, she's aggressive," sighed Handy, watching Laura wading into the blonde. Not too many of the punches were making proper contact but she was forcing her opponent onto the defensive the whole time. By the middle of the round Jane began to look frustrated, she was still tripping over her own feet in her backwards dance to keep herself out of trouble. Louise decided that during the break she'd suggest that her friend tried to stand her ground. The blonde's shoulders and upper arms were already red from the stinging gloves, a lucky straight right to the nose brought tears to her eyes but it also stung her into retaliating. She whipped over a counter and caught Laura on the cheekbone again it was a superb punch. A mouse of bruised flesh almost instantly developed where the cruel little glove had impacted. Louise and Mandy urged Jane to keep at the cool Scot. Anne longed for a change in Jane's tactics, but could not be seen to favour her. There was a more even series of exchanges right up until Mandy dinged the bell. Mandy was pleased to be able to apply the little icepack to her charge's swollen face. "Alright?" "Aye, but aren't these gloves vicious." "They do seem to be," agreed her second, "but I haven't had a go with them yet," she confessed. "Well you can take it from me they damn well hurt." She used the knuckle part of one of them to wipe away the hint of moisture left on her face by the icepack. Louise, in the opposite corner, was berating her mentor. "Get stuck into her, she's nothing. She's making you look a coward though." Just the thing to say to the big blonde. She jumped up, dancing on the balls of her feet, the tiny, white boxing gloves fisted tightly at her sides. Her huge bosom bounced rhythmically, in time to her jogging. "Oh shit, I've done it now," grinned the redhead. Mandy hit the gong for round three. "That's more like it," sighed Anne as the girls began to hit one another. Their heads snapped back repeatedly as the straight punches were exchanged. Suddenly it was Laura with her back to the ropes. Louise's pelvis tightened, this was what she'd been hoping for. The Scot's huge breasts bobbed alarmingly as she jinked down and sideways to get back to open ground. She didn't get away scot free because Jane thwacked a right uppercut into her left tit before she had a chance to recover her correct stance. Because Laura had been bent forward, so the breast had hung down the punch lifted it bodily and crushed the still resilient tit flesh against her ribcage. The blow must have hurt like hell, but she didn't show any outward signs. "Whew," Mandy squealed, "I bet that stung. Back in the centre of the ring now, the crisp punching recommenced. The two fighters nerves and wariness of one another were gone, this was what they'd agreed to meet for, a good, hard scrap. Anne for one thought it would certainly get even harder. She knew Jane, she knew the gloves they both wore. Absentmindedly she fingered the ridge of calloused bone just below the bridge of her nose. What with that and her scarred and tingling left breast, how she knew those gloves. The two fighters stood toe to toe, they certainly weren't afraid of one another or of what they might do to each other. They were both punching full tilt if they were holding anything in reserve then Anne for one would have been frightened by it. As it were the tiny gloves smacked into faces, belly and breasts. A tribute to their fitness, neither of them was sweating or even breathing heavily when the bell sounded to end the third. They both showed the marks of the little boxing gloves on them though. You could almost read the last round off their faces and fronts. Laura's complexion, her hair being a light straw colour, was much fairer than Jane's and so the crimson weals were more noticeable on her, but they'd both taken about the same amount of punishment. And punishment it had been. Jane lowered herself gingerly onto her stool. She shook her head. Louise gently sponged her reddened face, saying nothing. The two boxing women seemed to glow when they stood, ready for the fourth. Their breasts still their massive, if natural shape, thrust forwards proudly pointing the way. They began the toe to toe business again Anne couldn't help but admire them. The tiny, hard gloves thudded and smacked into breasts, face and belly again. With no more than a few seconds to go in the fourth the Scot dug a fierce uppercut up between Jane's legs. The bell rang and she walked stiffly over to her corner and the redhead. " I wasn't quite expecting that," she gasped. Louise couldn't think why, none of them took any notice nonsense. It all seemed perfectly fair to her. "Quick, get this g-string off Louise." Mystified she called Anne over and between them they managed to untie the bows in the leather laces, letting the thin leather covering dangle over the front of the stool. Anne forced her knees apart as wide as she could. "See them?" Anne knelt down. She could see four small, gold rings in the inner labial folds of the big girl's vagina. How long since you had this done?" she asked. "A fortnight ago, I should have waited till after the fight, but you know what James is like! We were up in town, it all seemed to fall into place and well, there you are." Louise piped up, "you could have taken them out" "I can't reach them by myself and James isn't here." "Come on," urged Anne, glancing meaningfully at Mandy, the timekeeper, "they'll have to come out. Are they click rings?" Jane nodded gravely. Anne got both forefingers and thumbs to work. The holes were a long way off being properly healed and the rings, being so small and thick were very difficult to get open. There was more than a little blood by the time Louise had all four of the golden, crimson-smeared rings in the palm of her hand. "Oh well that's done," sighed Anne, "up you get." The two of them got the leather string back over her ravaged cunt, then tied the laces, tight. Anne nodded to her daughter and the gong sounded for the fifth. If the fighters didn't know the score before they did now. A fight to the finish, no punches pulled or barred. They began to hit one another again but this time the lower abdomen seemed to be the preferred target with only the occasional smack in the face or tits. Laura particularly was very good at placing her right uppercuts. "I'm glad we got those rings out," croaked Jane, easing herself onto her stool after so many pussy punches. "Let's check," enthused Louise, gently pulling the leather vee away from the blonde's throbbing snatch. "Whew," she hissed. Jane's cunt lips looked red raw and the inside of the little white q-string was wet with blood. It was much worse when she came in after the sixth. She called Anne over. "Look," she pulled the leather away once more. The blonde laid back on her stool, snuffling through her blood-clogged nose. The punches had reverted to the more catholic variety during the round and she was bleeding badly from her nose and mouth too now. "Let's take it off again," sighed Anne. She stroked the waterlogged sponge up between the blonde's meaty thighs. "We may as well leave it off mightn't we?" suggested Louise. Anne went over to suggest that Mandy got Laura's string off, then they'd be equal. She'd no objections and so it was that they faced off for the seventh wearing nothing but the cruel, crimson-smeared white four ounce boxing gloves on their fists. Jane looked a little desperate for a while when the leather began to fly but soon it was Laura who went down to a beautiful right cross to her mouth. The punch knocked her onto her back and she lay spread-eagled on the sweat and blood spattered canvas. Jane looked at her for a moment then straddled her with her legs and, unexpectedly, sat down heavily on her searing belly. Anne marched over but Laura caught her eye and she stopped in her tracks, "It's alr.... Jane hit her in the mouth. The punch was the harder for the fact that her head was on the floor. Four more times the big blonde smacked her in the face before pushing her left fist into the fallen girl's right breast to push up onto her feet She left a large smear of blood from between her legs on Laura's belly. She rolled her head from side to side on the canvas. Now she too bled as badly as the big blonde. "That about evens the score," thought Louise coldy, she was wet between the legs too, like her fighter, but her's wasn't blood. Laura came up onto her elbows, fell back briefly, then up again. Then she turned onto her side, then all fours, blood from her nose and mouth further messing up the ring floor, finally she made it to her feet. When Jane came over after her she draped herself about her so the blonde began to pile both left and right uppercuts into her pubic mound. Anne winced as the Scot came up onto her toes several times, both from the force of the punches and, seemingly in a vain attempt to lessen the impact of the thinly covered knuckles. "I'll just let them get on with it I think," she decided. She'd already been usurped in her position as referee by letting Jane sit on the Scot during the round. Mandy dinged the gong and her boxer Just managed to totter back to her. There were trickles of bright red blood starting down the insides of her soft, white thighs her impressive chest was well spattered and smudged with the blood that still dripped from her nose and mouth. "Was this what you expected?" thought Mandy. It took her back to the two fights she'd seen between the blonde and her mother. There wasn't much she could do really. Laura seemed content to be left alone to bear her pain In the eighth they went to the canvas together, not knocked down just in a semi-wrestle. Each struggled for the upper hand while the punches kept going in. Anne finally insisted that they get up and box properly. As the Scot rose slowly Jane came forwards. Laura was crouched over, her knees slightly bent, thighs apart. ... The big blonde's knee thudded into her groin with a bone crunching crack that rocked the room. She dropped like a sack of shit, onto her knees, her gloves thrust between her legs. Anne could see it coming. The white boxing gloves round the back of the head, then a slight pull forwards and the knee again, smashing Laura's nose. She kept the ruined face held against her thigh and felt the warm blood running down her leg. Then she gently let her fold down onto her side, took a step back and raised both her sodden gloves in a restrained boxer's salute. She dropped her fists slowly and turned for her corner. Louise pushed the stool out and she folded onto it. She held her gloves out, palm uppermost. The redhead rummaged till she found the scissors. A few minutes careful snipping and the blood-wet gloves were pulled off. "Give me the sponge, " croaked the big blonde. She began to soothe her raw fanny. Louise looked on, eager to help out. Mandy and her mother knelt near the fallen boxer. Laura had come round soon after Jane had pushed her to the canvas. She was still moaning a lot and wriggling her hips, trying to alleviate the pain in her groin. Anne cradled her head in her hands, making sure she didn't swallow too much of the blood which still gushed from her nose. Louise looked round the ring. There was blood everywhere, on the two women boxers, on their soggy gloves the ring floor, the towels in their corners were wet with it, she was sure she could even smell it. Jane, the nurse, too looked on, beginning to worry about the loss of blood. It was looking like a pint or two already and, of course, she felt responsible. "It's got to be stopped," she concluded "Bathroom down the corridor," she turned to Louise, fetch my first aid box. She'd make up some plugs for Laura's nose then take her across the village to the doctor she always went to with any boxing injuries He'd want a blow by blow account of the fight of course, but it would be worth it. Louise handed over the cotton wool and, having torn off two hanks, she began rolling them on her blood spotted thighs. Her legs seemed as stiff as her hands as she shuffled over to the centre of the ring. "Hold her still," she whispered to Anne She packed the girl's nose with the rolls of compacted cotton wool. She squirmed a bit, but no more than before Jane had started on her. "We'll have to get cleaned up a bit, then I'll give the Doc a ring to tell him to expect us." By the time they got back with Laura's nose sorted out it was time for an evening drink, a chat and the prospect of a good night's sleep. No one felt hungry, especially the two girls who'd boxed. "Tomorrow we'll laze around and watch those videos, " thought Louise contentedly. She fumbled in her bag then tossed the four thick gold rings in her hand, "and maybe I'll get to put these back where they belong."