Ring Pull III
By Smac
Claire challenges Anne to another ringed boxing match

Corrected 3/07/2001


A year to the day almost after Anne and Claire's vicious chain fight, the big 
woman had thrown out another, the ultimate challenge.
The forty year old founder member could do nothing but accept, the blond had 
issued it in the crowded training room so that everyone there could hear.
'Is your clit pierced?' she'd shouted.
'No,' stammered Anne.
Claire smiled at the reply.
'Nor's mine,' she chanted, 'if I get Gayle round for Friday night would you have 
your's done in the ring before we fight?  Then we can get the chain out again and 
see which woman lasts longest this time.'
Anne remembered the pain both in the ring and after their last chain fight. Now 
she would put her womanhood on the line.
They'd fight naked of course, and shaven.

The other club members sported their body piercings while they waited for the 
boxers. 
Only a few had labial rings, none seemed to have had their clitoris' done.
Gayle had only done a few clits before and that included her own.
'It's not too bad,' she lied to Anne.
The proud brunette laid on the brilliant white canvas of the ring floor.
'Knees up.'
The piercer elbowed her thighs apart, causing the thin, white gown to fall open 
revealing her wet, vulnerable cunt meat.
Because of the nature of the boxing match Anne had insisted that her husband be 
at the ringside, after all he may pay some of the price of the gruesome 
challenge.
Now he looked on ashen faced at his wife's undignified immolation.
Anne herself was so appalled by the thought of having her most sensitive bud 
pierced she tried to shut her mind off to the fact that the steel ring would 
probably be ripped out again before she climbed back out of the ring.
Another thing she could not face up to was, that in all her years of boxing,
she'd never got into the ring naked. Even sparring with Alan, her husband, 
she'd only ever gone topless. Still, there was no other way	for this fight.
Everything would be on show.
They'd have on the little black leather four ounce boxing gloves of course.
'Still I can't mess her face up much more,' she thought cattily.
Claire had accumulated more hors de combat during the year. She looked a right
mess about the nose and mouth.
'At least she doesn't seem to care about her looks,' shuddered Anne, 'or her
womanhood.'
Her second pushed a pillow under her bare bum, forcing her gaping vagina higher
and wider.
She couldn't stop herself trembling. 
Gayle needed to press down heavily with	her left forearm on her belly. Her 
second held her labia back out of the way.
She almost passed out as the thick needle was forced horizontally through her
hard, gristly sex button.
Gayle let her rest for a few moments then, having attached an inch diameter
stainless steel ring to the blunt end of the needle, pulled the whole lot right
through the panting woman's clitoris. When she'd closed the click ring, she
wondered why she'd been so gentle. She'd been told what was to happen in the
ring.
The big blonde had looked on with interest. 
She managed to talk to her nasty second right through her own operation. Though 
she had a good sheen of perspiration on her face when it was over and she too 
sported metal between her massive thighs.
They both shrugged the gowns off, what was the point of leaving on now they only 
really covered their shoulders.
In no time they were laced into the cruel four ouncers.
Claire's surly second slung the terrible chain into the ring.
Each woman boxer looked at it for several seconds before their respective 
seconds clipped an end onto their fighter's cunt ring.
They squared off straight away.
Even in their normal boxing stance the chain was already quite taut. They 
tacitly moved together slightly. 
The fight would be very close.
Anne, as she'd intended all along, began to hammer Claire's face. 
The big blonde hit out anywhere. 
As before, in their previous shackled boxing match, at times the chain went 
dangerously taut. By the time the big blonde was bleeding well from the nose, 
both of the women boxers were feeling more than just the pain of the recent 
piercing between their legs. 
Claire's gash and clit had looked more fleshy when they'd both been spread 
eagled on the ring floor, but it was Anne who began to bleed first. The 
blood was lost in the folds of her labia at first but soon a trickle began down 
her thighs.
She aimed an uppercut up between the blonde's legs to try to even the score, but 
only succeeded in hurting herself more. She decided to stick with the face and 
leave her clit to the mercy of the chain.
Claire was bleeding very heavily now, her mouth a twisted, bloody grin, gore 
plastered her tits and even the hair round her ruined face.
She caught Anne a beautiful slicing blow to the right eyebrow, which split as if 
cut with a knife. An old injury reopened. She felt the familiar feel of warm 
blood running down her face. When she looked down over her front seconds later 
she must have had some idea as to how bad the cut was because her right side 
down to her waist was already curtained red.
She didn't need her impressive ring savvy to tell her to notch up a gear or two, 
she was in trouble.
Her upper arms ached as she piled into the blonde. 
Claire's face blood flew everywhere. She looked terrible, but still she stood.
Even through her loathing for the big woman Anne felt a surge of admiration for 
her courage and brute strength.
She was going though. Legs rubbery, eyes glazed, blood-sodden gloves down.
Just as she fell, pole-axed, Anne had the presence of mind to turn her body 
through ninety degrees and cruelly toss her hips.
The big woman grunted loudly and Anne walked slowly to her corner, trailing the 
chain from her ravaged runt while her adversary bled quietly onto the canvas, 
for now subdued.
By the time Gayle had unclipped the chain from Anne's clit, the big woman's 
second had got her sitting up in the ring, in a puddle of the blood that drained 
from her cloven clit.
'Leave my ring in,' pleaded Anne, the proud victor, 'it will remind me.'