Taking It By Smac A German woman submits to a beating in the boxing ring Corrected 3/07/2001 Lisa, her chest heaving, bright red boxing gloves thrust down between her meaty thighs, head hanging, mouth open gasping for breath slumped on her stool. Her broad back glistened with sweat. As usual, she'd won her fight. The other girl sat upright on her stool, her head tipped back, her second's trembling fingers gingerly pinching the bridge of her runny nose. Her big breasts and downy, flat belly were spotted with her blood, her knees trembled and her back heaved as she sobbed. Lisa looked over sympathetically. Then she remembered she could barely see out of her left eye. "Ok?" asked Phil, the referee cum organiser of the all girl boxing tournament. She gave him a thin, knowing smile. "I won, that's the main thing," she thought, offering him one of her gloved hands. He began, absentmindedly to fiddle with the sweat tight laces. "How do you feel about a trip to Germany?" Their eyes met, there was suspicion in her beautiful green eyes. "Yes, but what's the catch Phil?" He cleared his throat in a schoolmasterly fashion, "it couldn't be simpler." He went on to explain about the German group of SM devotees who produced hard action videos for their gratification and to fund their nefarious doings. According to him, the most submissive of their group, a big woman called Agatha, had, for some time, been expressing a desire to be beaten up in a boxing ring and, the decision having been taken to video her humiliation, she, having seen a video that the redhead had made, had especially requested that Lisa be the one to use the gloves on her. Lisa's eyebrows rose, and stayed risen. Phil saw the need to consolidate. "0h, don't worry she wants to be hurt, you'll be doing her a big favour believe me." She still sat there looking up at him. "No don't believe me," he grinned, tucking her warm, sweaty boxing gloves under his arm, "are you ok to move into the studio?" The 'studio' was the broom cupboard where the girl fight videos were edited and copied. He draped her green silk gown over her broad shoulders as he ushered in through the rickety door. "I'll let you see the video they sent me with the letter inviting you to go and box Agatha. I must warn you that she's having more than boxing gloves used on her in this, so if you want me to stop it, say so." They settled back, as best they could amongst the squalor of the tiny room. She emerged half an hour later, ashen faced and a good deal wiser about the world of real, hard S&M. What that woman had had done to her had made her guts churn and her flesh crawl, yes taking a beating in the boxing ring would be quite tame after what she'd just seen. Suffice it to say, on the matter of the Agatha video, that the final scene showed her having her vagina, and I don't just mean the inner lips, her very gash itself, sewn up with a needle and steel wire. To cut a short story even shorter She and Phil descended to steps to the huge basement room. Even the setting was fitting, a dark dungeon. Indeed when they were admitted through the heavily barred door, Lisa noticed that much of the cellar was kitted out as a kind of torture chamber, then she remembered the scenes in that video. She shuddered. As they approached a boxing ring set up in a lighter corner of the stanchioned space several figures materialised, seeming to emanate from the damp walls. There were four of them, three women and one man. The white haired man looked distinguished and somewhat bemused. He carried a little black bag of the type much favoured by members, or ex-members, of the medical profession. Of the three women, two were dressed from head to foot in black leather. One in leather trousers and jacket. The other in a thick black leather mini skirt and thigh high boots to match with a thin white tee shirt topped by a leather bolero jacket, she looked mean, mean. The third must, Lisa thought, be Agatha. She was about her height, five seven, with long, thick brown hair, equally dark brown eyes and a heavy build. She wore a very feminine button through shift dress in an abstract floral design. She approached Lisa and Phil with a downcast gaze. The mean looking woman growled something at her and she stopped in her tracks, letting the pair approach her instead. The mean one started talking to Phil in rapid German, he nodded every now and then, was she ever going to stop? At last Phil turned to the bewildered redhead. Lisa was instantly aware of the, to her familiar, video camera stands and cameramen appearing round the glistening boxing ring. "They're ready Lisa," whispered Phil, "just kick your shoes off to start with." She looked at him strangely. "It's ok," he soothed. She slipped her feet out of the sensible white slip ons she'd travelled in. The leather trousers grabbed Agatha by the back of the neck and pushed her roughly down onto her hands and knees. She barked some kind of command and Lisa felt the warm wetness of the big woman's mouth on her toes and feet. She decided she liked the feeling, a lot. After several minutes, the trousers looked sharply at Phil and he whispered to Lisa, "right, now kick her out of the way and walk over to the boxing ring." Lisa opened her mouth to question him, then without looking down at the woman, she kicked out at will. Her foot caught the brunette in the chest and she was sent sprawling across the polished wooden floor and lay there until the leather trousers hauled her up by her hair and marched her over to the ring too. The mini skirt gave Phil an impressive view of her white pantie covered bum as she scrambled up into the boxing ring. She dropped her hands down and she and the trousers hauled Agatha up onto the canvas. More guttural orders and Agatha kicked off her white high heels, letting them clatter onto the wooden floor below. She turned to face Phil and Lisa and tossing her dark, heavy head of hair, and began to unbutton down through the entire front of her dress. She slipped it from her white shoulders and trousers bent reluctantly to pick it up from the ring floor. She was left in a very well filled white lacy bra, white string sided panties and white stay up stockings. She reached round behind and popped the straining catch of her bra then, with a blatant look to Phil, peeled the garment from her huge, ivory tits. She was big. She turned slightly as she rolled the thin panties down her meaty thighs, her bum was big too. Too big really but it did seem in proportion to those massive breasts. Finally she thumbed off the white stockings and the leather trousers tossed the lot out of the boxing ring with a contemptuous gesture. Agatha stood, naked trembling slightly at the knees, her big brown eyes focussed on Lisa who stood barefoot on the floor outside the ring. The mean mini skirt nodded and, without Phil1s intervention, Lisa hopped up and stood in the opposite corner. Two pairs of black boxing gloves were tossed casually into the ring from one of the camera stands and, while Lisa stripped ready for action, the leather trousers roughly jammed Agatha's trembling hands into one pair of the boxing gloves and laced them cruelly tight. Lisa only had two garments to shed, a crop top, she eschewed a bra, her youthful tits were more than firm enough, and a pair of skin tight black ski pants. She intended to keep her little white cotton g-string on. Her bum was quite bare as it was. She looked down between Agatha's thighs and saw just a hint of brown stubble, but mostly the bright red, fleshy lips of her vagina. They were very prominent and hung down some way between her legs, but then with the way she'd seen those fanny lips treated on that video, she wasn't surprised they looked swollen and abused. Phil's grabbing of her hand woke her up "They're small aren't they?" she gasped looking at the little black gloves going onto her strong fists. "Smaller than you're used to, six or maybe even four ouncers," he smiled, "still that's not going to bother you is it?" They both glanced over to the opposite comer. Agatha stood, her boxing gloves down over her bare pubic mound, the trousers was binding her hair at the base of her neck with sticking plaster. "She's going to have a terrible job untangling that lot," thought Lisa incongruously. Agatha would have more to worry about than tangled hair. The ring cleared leaving leather trousers and Phil on the apron, clinging to the ring ropes at their respective corners and the leather mini skirt, who apparently was to referee, in ring centre. And of course the two boxers. She motioned them out of their corners and, with a glance at Phil, Lisa went out to touch, gloves with the woman a good fifteen years her senior. They stood just an arm's length apart, Lisa could actually smell the fear on the German woman. What the mini skirt was saying meant absolutely nothing to Lisa. She watched the other woman's trembling upper lip and noticed how see had her black boxing gloves folded over her shaven pubic mound, as if to offer some protection for her femininity. The talking stopped and the mini skirt waved them back to their respective corners but, as she was about to turn, Agatha grabbed first one then the other of Lisa's boxing gloves lifting them to her lips and planting a wet kiss on each. Lisa almost blushed. When she got back to her corner Phil said, "'if she kisses just one of your boxing gloves, that means she's had enough," he swallowed. A tinny bell sounded from somewhere and they walked out until they were within arms reach of one another. Lisa was used to girls trying to floor her from the bell but Agatha merely stood there.... waiting. Lisa flicked out a straight left. A red patch shone on her forehead but the German still stood there her gloves clasped together over her crotch gap. Lisa, still looking uneasy, poked her left fist into the brunette's face about a dozen times before she seemed at last to came to terms with the fact that Agatha was not going to retaliate like a normal boxer would. Indeed, with half a minute or so of the round left, Agatha thrust her proud breasts out and even offered them up with her gloved hands for Lisa to punch them. At last the redhead took the hint and slammed a couple of really solid right handers into Agatha's left tit before the bell ended the first. The mini-skirt spun round and grabbed Phil roughly by the shoulder. More rapid German. At last Phil says to Lisa, "you' re not giving her what she wants," he snapped. Lisa's eyes narrowed and she banged her small boxing gloves together between her knees. The first few punches of round two were very hard. Phil watched the colour drain from the brunette's face. But stoically she put her boxing gloves again under her great white tits and her eyes begged fulfilment. Lisa whacked her twice in the left breast with her very best straight right, she felt the hardest she'd ever punched anyone in the ring. Agatha sank to the canvas onto all fours, her heavy tits hanging down, her big, bare bum up in the air. Phil, looking at her on the ring floor, naked and trying to get her breath, thought how she' d looked just a few minutes ago fully dressed when he'd first seen her. She rose slowly and symbolically put her gloved hands behind her back. Lisa bloodied her mouth with a cruel uppercut just before the bell. Agatha turned for her corner and lowered herself onto the wooden stool. Straight away one of the video cameramen was in attendance, thrusting his camcorder right under her nose to record the first shedding of blood. Even after he'd pulled back to his normal position, leather trousers still made no attempt to clean Agatha up. During the third round Lisa really let rip. Agatha took leather in the face, breasts and even a couple of uppercuts up between her legs. By the bell her breasts had a mottled, marbled look that belied deep bruising and blood ran fairly freely from her nose and mouth spattering her breasts and belly. She looked down over her front on the way back to her corner and her eyes closed briefly. He was a doctor, he came to her corner in the break and gave Agatha a quick visual check over. As he turned away without comment, when the bell rang for the fourth, Agatha stood and came forward eagerly. Lisa poked her cruelly in the mouth with a cracking left lead then brought her straight right crashing into Agatha's advancing nose. One of the items on Agatha's hidden agenda for this meeting could be crossed off the list, her nose had been broken. Blood spurted down her cleavage, she staggered back, gloves pawing for the ropes. The sight of all the blood, instead of shocking Lisa, seemed to spur her on. She followed up the vicious punch to Agatha's nose with several more uppercuts to the face until the bell saved the brunette. She looked a right mess as she lowered herself onto her stool. She sat bearing her pain, her redundant boxing gloves clamped over her barrel thighs, the shiny black leather contrasting with her white, though blood streaked, thighs. The doctor hovered again, briefly. Then the bell sounded for the fifth. She tottered towards Lisa's boxing gloves. Lisa stuck with her face, again Agatha backed onto the ropes, holding on with her useless boxing gloves whilst the redhead smacked her, mostly in the nose and mouth for the greater part of the three minutes. Agatha slumped onto her stool, she was covered in blood from her hairline to her trembling knees. She opened the gory gash that once constituted her pretty mouth and spat out the remains of several of her teeth. Lisa watched while Phil towelled her sweaty back, she swallowed hard several times. The doctor, again at Agatha's corner, gingerly picked the teeth off her blood soaked chest. He actually said something to her and she nodded very slowly, apparently by way of a reply. Remarkably she stood at the bell for the sixth. Lisa, realising now how badly injured was the brunette's face whacked lefts and rights into her bloody breasts. Again Agatha encouraged her by thrusting her chest out and, several times, actually cupping the bruised bags of flesh in her little black boxing gloves. Lisa rose to the occasion and, with the brunette's back against one of the cornerposts, repeatedly flattened her huge breasts against her ribcage. Her left nipple split under the onslaught and bright red blood spurted down over her left thigh. Lisa uppercut the tit again and Agatha genuinely went to the canvas. She lay there, blood running from her tit all over her quivering belly. The bell sounded and leather trousers dragged her roughly to her own corner, propping her up against the corner padding. The doctor poked his head round the apron and put his hands palm up in front of him. Leather trousers gave Agatha a sharp kick in the side and looked at her enquiringly. By way of a reply, when the bell went Agatha used her boxing gloved hands to pull herself more or less upright. Lisa shook her head, but strode over to uppercut her twice in the right breast. That teat too seemed to detach from the breast itself and the brunette's blood spurted over Lisa's chest before she took several steps back, leaving Agatha to hang onto the ropes, her breast blood running and spurting onto the white canvas of the ring floor. The doctor indicated to the leather mini skirt and she made a rare move out to ring centre and, tongue in cheek, raised Lisa's blood saturated right boxing glove high above her head. Lisa stood unsmiling her eyes glued to the broken woman on the ropes. Agatha managed to raise her bloody head far enough for their eyes to meet. The redhead tore her gloved hand away from the cruel sadist and strode over to where Agatha hung on the ropes. She held out her right boxing glove, Agatha's eyes seemed to beg Lisa to hit her but Lisa indicated that she would not lay another glove on her so the brunette pursed her split, broken lips and planted a very bloody kiss on the soiled black leather thus symbolically ending her blood bath. Tears ran down Lisa's flushed cheek and she could hardly see the intrusive camcorder being thrust between their faces. She turned quickly and ducked out of the ring. Later, in a squalid office, Phil was given an envelope, presumably their payment and they left the basement. As they climbed the steps back up to the street Lisa turned to him and spat, "never again, that was so cruel." But Phil thought back to the look on her fresh face as she'd demolished Agatha's face and tits in the boxing ring.