Jessika Travels (boxing story) by Tom

[Jessika]

Here’s a new boxing story by Tom … hope you enjoy!
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Jessie
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Jessika Travels
By Tom
Everyone who knows her agrees that Jessika is a pugnacious broad.  She loves beating women up and then sexually humiliating them.  At the same time, she will take a beating without complaint and will submit to sexual torture and humiliation without complaint.  She was on a business trip.  After her work was done, she slipped into the bar at the Holiday In for a drink.  She overheard two men talking about when sounded like an underground boxing venue where women could fight.  After they left, she inquired if the bartender knew about this.  As it happened, he had a phone number.  So Jessika was able to arrange to fight that Friday evening.
All she had to bring was a pair of boxing trunks and a mouthpiece.  A quick trip to a nearby sporting goods store took care of that.
 
She found the place where the fights were being held.  The building was an old warehouse in a run-down part of town.  Some entrepreneur had re-done part of the interior with a ring, lighting and comfortable seats for the spectators.  Jessie briefly wondered what local law enforcement thought of this but decided that wasn’t her problem.  She reported to the main desk, signed releases and had the rules explained.  “This is a blend of old and new.  On one hand, you fight bare knuckled; actually you wear simple hand wraps.  On the other hand, you fight three minute rounds with one minute rests.  The fight ends when one fighter throws in the towel or is down for a 20-count.  The other rule you need to remember is that a fighter who scores a knockdown doesn’t have to go to a neutral corner.  She can stand over her foe and begin punching as soon as both knees are off the canvas.   Fights tend to be brutal and bloody.  Sure you’re up for it?”
Jessie nodded vaguely.  Already she was wet at the thought of her fist driving deep into another woman’s body.

Another woman entered the room and introduced herself as Eleanor.  “I’m your second.  Let me show you to your changing room.”  As they walked, Eleanor explained that she would be the only second and that she was skilled at dealing with cuts.  “You’ll need that tonight”, she warned.

She was left alone in the changing room.  She stripped and stepped to a mirror.  She nodded with approval.  The tummy looked soft but she knew that her stomach muscles were as strong as ever.  A couple of gray hairs in her neatly groomed auburn bush reminded her that she wasn’t getting any younger.  She knew that her magnificent breasts topped with large pink nipples would be a target tonight.  But her nipples were hard at the prospect of the fight.  Still nude, she lay down and imagined her lover Emma sucking and nibbling on her nipples.

Eleanor stuck her head in the door to tell Jess that her fight would start in fifteen minutes.  Jessie pulled on her trunks and shadow-boxed to warm up.  Feeling her boobs bounce as she moved was re-assuring.  Eleanor wrapped her hands and led her to the ring.

There was no announcement.  Eleanor simply led Jessie to her corner.  She saw her opponent for the first time.  She seemed to be bit shorter and lighter than Jessie but her arms and legs showed signs of real muscle.  Jessie suspected that she was in for a hard fight.  The very thought made her nipples go hard again.  The referee called them to the center of the ring, introduced Jessie to her opponent Kristen and vice versa, and asked if there were any questions about the rules.  Since there were none, he told the women to shake hands and come out fighting.

The bell rang for round one.  Jessie decided to use her reach advantage to keep the other woman at a distance and wear her down.   Kristen seemed to have no defensive skills.  Jessie’s jabs all hit their target and each one snapped Kristen’s head back.  Finally she unloaded her first punch of the fight.   She slammed a right to the side of Jessie’s face.  Pain stabbed through her head and she saw stars.  Kristen followed with a left and another right.  A left to the jaw put Jessie on her ass.  She got up at ‘14’ only to have Kristen all over her. 

Kristen slammed punch after punch into Jessie’s breasts driving her back to the ropes.  A punch in the belly and an uppercut to the jaw put her on the canvas again.  This time she got up at ‘18’.  Jessie was barely able to defend herself as Kristen fired lefts and rights to her head.  Kristen opened a cut under Jessie’ left eye.  She hit the canvas again.  She beat the count as Kristen closed throwing punches to Jessie’s belly and ribs. 

A flurry of punches to her breasts made Jessie lower her guard.  A right staggered her and a left put her down again.  Again she barely beat the count.  Kristen launched a volley of savage punches to Jessie’s breasts.  She felt the pain of them bouncing around.  Finally the round ended and Jessie staggered back to her corner.

“That girl’s using loaded hand wraps”, gasped Jessie.

“Yes, she is.  It’s the custom at the club that a rookie fights her first fight against an opponent with loaded wraps so we can make sure she can take a beating.”

“But I’m not from around here.  I’ll never fight here again”.

[Jessika]

“Well”, remarked Eleanor, “You can take with you your knowledge of how you dealt with a savage beating”.

For a split second Jessie thought of chucking it.  Then she reminded herself that she’s not a quitter.  Let’s see if I can last into the fifth.  The bell rang for the second round.

Jessie’s head was not completely clear.  So Kristen was again able to pound her body at will.  Her grunts mingled with the THWAP of punches slamming into her stomach or bouncing her boobs.  The body attack was having an effect.  Her magnificent boobs were black and blue from the pounding, it hurt to breathe because of the beating her ribs had taken and her stomach was sore.  But when she lowered her guard, Kristen teed off on her head, slamming lefts and rights into her face.  A cut opened over right eye and her nose bled-it was probably broken.  Another uppercut put her down again.  She had to use the ropes to get up and as soon as she was standing, Kristen threw a vicious left to her ribs and right to the belly.  She went down again.  This time she was saved by the bell.

“You got through two rounds-not bad”, remarked Eleanor.  “Most rookies are knocked out in the third.  Let’s see how you do”.  The bell rang for the third round.  Jessika decided to go on the attack.  She figured she wouldn’t get beaten up any more that way.  So, to the accompaniment of a re-discovered jab, she advanced on Kristen.  She backed Kristen against the ropes and attacked her full breasts.  She hooked them, smashed them flat, and uppercut them.  She later was amused that it was the punishment to her own breasts that was the most upsetting.  Kristen teed off on her head.  Jessie’s right eye was full blood so she couldn’t see Kristen’s punches with the left.  She leaned closer until she was actually leaning on Eleanor.  She felt a brief tingle as she felt her breasts mash into Kristen’s. 

She beat a tattoo on Kristen’s ribs until Kristen managed to push her back.  Kristen resumed the punishment of Jessie’s boobs while slamming her in the face.  A left hook to the jaw put Jessie on her back.  She barely beat the count.  A hard punch to the ribs and a vicious belly smash dropped Jessie to her knees gasping for breath.  As soon as she stood up, Kristen was all over her hitting her at will in the face, in the breasts, in the belly.  Jessie felt nothing but pain from the top of her head to the waistband of her trunks.    The bell ended the round and the torture.

“Had enough”? asked Eleanor holding a towel.  Jessie shook her head.  She saw the splotches of blood-her bold-on her shoulders and breasts and resolved to make the bitch bleed.  “Fix me up”.  Eleanor obliged.  The bell rang for the fourth round. 

Jessie was slow getting off her stool and advancing to meet her opponent, thanks to the effect of the beating she’d taken to the body.  When Kristen got close enough, Jessie slammed an overhand right square to her left eye.  Surprised, Kristen stopped for an instant.  Jessie stood I front of her and started throwing hooks and overhand punches.  Kristen answered by smashing punch after punch into Jessie’s battered face.  Neither woman worried about defense.  Finally Jessie got her wish and a straight right punch smashed Kristen in the nose.  The blood gushed like a river.  Another straight right cut her under the left eye.  Feeling and seeing her own blood enraged Kristen.  She went after Jessie’s breasts, punching them as hard as she could.  Finally Jessie could no longer stand the breast pain and backed off.  Kristen pursued but Jessie kept her at a distance with the jab.  The bell rang to end the fourth round.
 
Eleanor said nothing as she tried to stop the bleeding from all the cuts on Jessie’s once-pretty face.  The bell rang for the fifth round.
 
Kristen opened up on Jessie’s body again, this time concentrating on pounding her stomach.  Jessie was driven towards the ropes.  A hard right to the face drove her into the ropes.  As she bounced off, Kristen flattened her left breast with a murderous right hand.  Two more to the belly and Jessie went down again.  She beat the count but was so beaten up and tired that she couldn’t raise her gloves.  If Kristen wants to beat me up some more, she can.  If she wants to knock me out, she can. 

Kristen slammed two more savage punches to Jessie’s tortured stomach and unloaded a volley of lefts and rights that snapped Jessie’s head back and forth.  An uppercut sent Jessie falling backwards like a felled tree.  Her head bounced off the mat with a THUD.  She had reached her hands and knees when the referee reached ‘20’.  The referee raised Kristen’s hand in victory as Eleanor led Jessie back to the corner.
 
Eleanor stopped the bleeding and helped her from the ring and back to the changing room.  Now that the adrenalin was wearing off, Jessie began feeling the agonizing pain all over her body.  What upset her most was the shape her gorgeous breasts were in.  The nipples were raw from Kristen’s wraps and the breasts themselves were completely black and blue.  Her shoulders and breasts were covered in blood.  When she looked in the mirror, she saw that her face was all bruised and swollen. 

Thank God my cunt wasn’t on the line.  She’d have had a good time torturing it.  She was finally able to shower and dress.  She slipped in a side door of the Holiday Inn, stripped naked and lay down on the bed.  Twelve hours later she woke up, still sore but feeling like herself.  All in all, she was pleased with how she’d stood up under a savage beating and had even managed to bloody her opponent.  She did miss Emma, though.

THE END

[Kayla]

A pretty hard beating you took there, Jess! 

Thrilled to know Tom's back in action, writing! 

Hugs
Kayla

[petelv]

This was a great story.  Thank you for posting it.


pete

[spgf38a]

Better luck next time Jessika -great story though!

[TomD]

Fear not.  Jessika will have a chance to get back in the ring with Kristen.  How tough will Kristen be without the loaded hand wraps?  Stay tuned.