Ring Pull I
By Smac
Anne accepts Clair's challenge to an unusual boxing match.

Corrected 2/07/2001

The news had spread amongst the members of the Ring Club like 
wildfire.
There was to be a hate match at Anne's on Saturday.  More to the 
point it was to be between Anne herself  and, the girl she'd half 
killed and humiliated a few months previously, big Claire.
Now, most of the women who boxed at Anne's had body  piercings,  
mostly  nipples, but several had their labia done and a few their 
navels AND elsewhere.


They were ALL there in the large gymnasium, except Anne and 
Claire.
Most of them were already stripped  to  just  panties,  those  who  
weren't  were trying to make sure they were undressed before 
anything happened.
The ring looked a treat, over the red and blue corners were draped 
two  pairs  of cruel looking black, four ounce boxing gloves.  
That was normal enough for  these women, but the two metres of 
stainless steel chain  laid  diagonally  across  the canvas had 
only been seen once before.  Only the few women there  who'd  seen  
it then knew what they were in for!
The women began to whisper amongst themselves until Anne made her 
entrance. She climbed eagerly into her ring.
She glanced around the group noticing  how,  unusually,  all  the  
pierced  women proudly sported nipple rings in their bared 
breasts.
"They know," she thought wryly.
She got one of the teenagers to untie her gown, letting it hang 
over  her  strong shoulders.  
The front gaped open displaying her own, proudly pierced teats.  
Long and brown, puckered with anticipation and, of course, ringed.
The rings were also of stainless steel.  The type which have to  
be  closed  into the piercing with a special pair of pliers, there 
was no way they were  going  to come out easily!
She poked her hands cut of the opening, one at a time,  so  that  
the  frightened girl could tie on the ridiculously small boxing 
gloves.
She looked up at the sound of the door.
It was Claire, big but not so beautiful.
The last punch up they'd had hadn't helped her looks.  Her  nose  
was  lumpy  and crooked and her lips slightly twisted and scarred, 
but then she had  a  permanent scowl anyway.
She grabbed a girl on the way to the ring and made her take off 
her gown.
She'd got a very impressive pair of tits though.  At thirty  two  
she  was  eight years Anne's junior but both were still very firm 
about the bosom, a  tribute  to their boxing and training?
Anne doubted it, looking down at her tiny gloves.
She shrugged her gown off her shoulders and stood, bare to  the  
waist  like  her adversary.
They'd agreed on shorts, they really were both a little too big 
around  the  hips and bum for panties or a g-string, they'd leave 
that to the youngsters  from  now on.
The shorts looked quite good though, both pairs  tight  and  
white,  rather  like athletic shorts in very thin satin material.
Anne eyed the big blonde carefully.
Her short blonde hair framed her battered face, her shoulders were 
as  impressive as her own, her breasts at about forty C were in 
her league too.  Her teats  also had the two inch diameter steel 
rings through them.  Her piercings  though  were very deep, they 
were better described as breast piercings  really,  there  wasn't 
much of the large rings showing, just enough to get round her 
large, pink teats.
Anne spoke to her second once Claire was gloved and ready.
She crept into the ring and, picking up one end of the shiny  
chain,  clipped  it onto the ring through Anne's right nipple.
The brunette tugged at it very gently with her left glove.  The 
skin  around  her aureole lined as it stretched and the hole 
elongated.  When she let go  everything bounced back into place.
The girl had a job to get the chain clipped onto the ring through 
Claire's  right breast, there was so little room.
Anne swallowed hard.
It seemed, on the face of it, that her ring would come out first.
But she looked down at her gloves again, she was sure she could 
beat  the  blonde at straight boxing.....
She'd forget the rings!
The chain brought them so close.
They'd not be able to go to their corners until one ring had gone. 
Both seconds cleared the ring quickly and they began to hit one 
another. It was awkward with the chain in the way.
Several times blows caused one or other of them to stagger  back  
and  the  chain went bow taut, teats and breasts stretched 
alarmingly.
After about five minutes and some vicious work by Anne to the 
blonde's  face  one of them went to the floor.
A swingeing right uppercut to the face sent Claire to her knees,	 
blood sluicing from her swollen nose.
Anne saw her chance to resolve the ring problem and to make sure
that it was the blonde's right one that came out first.
She merely grabbed the chain, wrapped it round her  right  glove
and  pulled	up sharply.  The purchase she got from the floor 
was so positive, there was  nothing but the breast to give.
Claire screamed.
In all the pain and beating that Anne had seen her take  she'd
never  heard her utter a sound before.
It gave her a particular feeling of satisfaction.  A grey patch of 
Satisfaction began to form on the front of her little shorts.
Claire couldn't have been feeling too good though.
The boxing ring looked like an operating theatre with her as the 
patient. Her right breast looked as if it had been surgically 
opened up.
Anne had been right, her piercing had been very  deep.   Bright,  
arterial  blood spat out of the gaping wound.
"Serves her right," she hissed.
Some of the group looked a bit green about the gills, mostly  the  
younger  ones. But none averted their eyes.
The big blonde stopped screaming and cupped her poor tit  with  
her  left  glove, squeezing the open breast together.
Anne had seen plenty of ruptured tits, but this was  something  
else,  would  the woman carry on?
She was trying to get up.
Anne wondered what her best course of action was if the fight were 
to  continue. She'd have to put her away again of course.
Claire had to be stopped in the ring.
Still at least they were no longer attached to one another, but 
Anne now had  the long length of chain dangling dangerously from 
her breast.
The blonde had her guard up again.
Anne began to carry on with the job of rearranging her face.
Claire's front was covered in blood, it was uncertain that  she  
could  even  see properly, in another ten minutes of hard punching 
the brunette had opened up  her forehead in several places.
Anne had taken a great deal of leather in the face  herself  
earlier  on  in  the exchanges and she bled fairly heavily from 
the nose and mouth.
Whither by accident or design the blonde managed to get the chain 
under her  bare feet while she stood with her back to the ropes, 
Anne still bashing  her  in  the face.
She put all she had into a right cross.
It did the trick, hitting the taut chain just where it  joined  
the  bloody  ring through Anne's right teat.
It was her turn to make a noise.
The resulting cut wasn't as bad as the blonde's, the chain was on  
the  spattered ring floor with a bloody ring at each end.
A hand snaked into the ring whilst Anne laid there, writhing  and  
bleeding  from the face and breast.
One of the group pulled the chain out onto the floor and hung it 
round her neck. The symbolism was clear and one of the other women 
took the other end  and  draped  it over her own shoulders, the next 
chain deal  was struck.
The fight in the ring could go several different ways now.
They could begin to fight rounds, now they could go to their 
corners for a break. They could still fight till they dropped, 
trying  for  a  knockout  whilst  still endeavouring to relieve 
one another of the remaining steel ring through their left 
breasts.
Nothing was said but, as soon as Anne was up, they began boxing 
again. It was brutal stuff.
Blood continued to fly and some of the women nearer the ring  were  
well  spotted with it.
After about half an hour of continuous carnage  Anne  had  Claire  
in  an  almost impossible position.
She was backed into her own corner, no longer defending, gloves 
down, just taking the fearsome blows to her ruined face.
A subtle change in tactics brought a right uppercut up  into  her  
solar  plexus. There wasn't a boxer, man or woman who could have 
taken  that,  untensed  as  she was.
As she fell towards her the brunette uppercut again, this time in 
the face. A gout of blood splashed the cheek of Claire's second as  
her  head  arched  back over her neck.
She fell awkwardly.
Anne sagged for a minute or two, then motioned to the two girls  
who  shared  the steel chain.
They got into the ring warily.
Anne whispered to them and they began to shake their heads slowly.
The brunette lifted her right breast up under their noses,  blood  
splashed  onto their feet.
Finally they nodded, went over to the fallen boxer, clipped the  
chain  onto  the ring through her left breast and pulled.
Anne would have done it herself, but for her aching hands confined 
in  the  cruel little  gloves.