The Surprise By Smac Helga gets a good thumping in the boxing ring Corrected 3/07/2001 The door creaked slowly open. A hand groped for the light switch. Three women stood at the portal, two of them blinking, in the strong light, the other, her head and eyes covered by a black hood, bent forwards slightly. She was pushed hard in the back and stumbled for a couple of steps before going to her knees. The two women smiled cruelly. They marched forwards and pulled her up by the shoulders of her thick leather coat. "Move it bitch." A groan emanated from beneath the hood, but she edged forwards, testing the path before her. She crashed into some steps and, realising what they were, stumbled awkwardly up them. A forearm across the back of her neck indicated, roughly, that she should bend. She was forced roughly through, what she thought was, some kind of fence. She stood swaying on the springy boards, mystified. Her two handlers, the half caste, the other white, nodded to one another and, unbuckling their black leather coats, took them off and folded them neatly placing them on the wooden floor boards. Then they both climbed up into the boxing ring. The half caste, a tall well proportioned woman, smirked, "right Helga, you're in for a little surprise." "Come on Rochelle, let's get her ready." Her equally big partner spun the bewildered woman round. She, like them, was dressed from head to foot in black leather. Her's was a skin tight leather dress in two halves, back and front, tightly laced down her sides with thin, cutting in, leather laces. She looked naked beneath it, all she wore besides were the ridiculously high heeled black shoes which had made her climb into the boxing ring so clumsy. The half caste, inaptly named Charity, just about wore a thick leather mini dress with her huge, brown breasts spilling out of the deeply scooped neckline. The blonde Rochelle wore a huge, studded leather bra and a black leather mini skirt with a black leather g string clearly visible beneath. They took a side each and began, with difficulty, to unlace the straining laces of Helga's leather dress. The top part fell away first, revealing her 52" breasts. Finally they managed to wriggle the bottom half over her hips, letting her big bum and bare shaven mound see the light. She stepped out of her high heels unbidden and stood trembling slightly, naked but for the leather hood. The door creaked again and a burly young man entered, his eyes rivetted to the sight of the big, naked woman in the boxing ring. Charity put her forefinger to her ruby lips. He nodded slowly and jumped easily into the ring, tearing at his clothes in haste. Charity watched him till he too was naked then she turned and left the ring. She returned with two small pairs of black boxing gloves. She tossed one pair to Rochelle and took the other over to the man in the opposite corner. "Right Pete," she whispered, "let's get these on you." Rochelle grabbed one of Helga's quivering hands and, tucking one glove between her bare knees, pushed the other onto the woman's fist. Helga tried to feel what was going onto her hands but Rochelle slapped her arm sharply away. Soon both were gloved up and ready. The two handlers crept out of the ring leaving Pete raring to get at the blonde giant and she wondering what the hell was happening. "0k," snapped Charity. Pete marched over to the unsuspecting Helga and slammed his gloved right fist hard into the centre of her veiled face. She fell back against the ring ropes pawing at the hood. "Hands down," barked Charity. She obeyed instantly. Pete uppercut her in the stomach and she went to her knees, her boxing gloves over her reddening guts. "Get up you slag," snarled Rochelle. She struggled up and Pete gave her a straight right in the left tit. A dull sound came from beneath the hood and she raised her boxing gloves for the first time, up in front over her massive tits. She'd felt the weight of Pete's punches in her three most vulnerable parts, face, breasts and belly. Pete grinned and started to pile heavy punches into her leather clad face. She staggered several times, but managed to just stay on her feet. Pete stood back briefly and watched the bright red blood as it began to drip down into Helga's deep, tight cleavage. He glanced at the other women. "Hang on a minute," shouted Charity, scaling the ring ropes near the wilting Helga, "she seems to be bleeding under there." She whipped the hood off. Helga screwed up her eyes against the harsh light. Blood ran thickly from both her nostrils. She pawed at her bleeding face with the unfamiliar leather boxing gloves. "Leave it," snapped Charity, she nodded to Pete. He whacked her hard in the face again and she fell against the ropes, neck over the top rope, her huge, bare breasts thrust out into the boxing ring. Pete used them like punchbags for some time and, as she began to collapse, her thighs splayed, he uppercut her twice between the legs. She crumpled in an untidy heap, her bum out between the ring floor and the bottom rope. Charity grabbed Rochelle's arm, give me something to stick her with." She came up with a very large safety pin. Charity straightened it out roughly and dug it several times deep into Helga's trembling buttocks. Screaming, she got to her knees, boxing gloves over her pink thighs, her heaving chest was bloated and spattered with the blood which ran freely from her busted nose and mouth. Pete stood over her, gloves menacingly ready at the hip. "Up, up," shouted Charity. She scrambled up, Pete thumped her hard in the face but her gloves were down behind her rubbing her big, round bum cheeks. His right glove smashed into her left tit, she screamed, blood began to dribble from her raw teat. An uppercut to the jaw sent her to the canvas again. She lay on her side. Charity reached through the ropes and used the safety pin on her ass again. She moaned and shifted position. "She's had it hasn't she?" asked Pete, disappointment in his voice. "It's up to her," snarled Rochelle. The two leather clad women climbed in onto the blood spattered canvas and roughly sat Helga up. Her legs outstretched, boxing gloves bunched on the ring floor back behind her stabbed buttocks. "Well, had enough?" sneered Charity. "Once more," she whispered, "please, just once more."