Tara boxes a taller blonde with bigger breasts and smaller gloves ... uh oh!
The Queen Bitch Part 1 - "Double Trouble"The Queen Bitch Part 2 - "Desert Storm"The Queen Bitch Part 3 - "Assertive Assets"The Queen Bitch Part 4 - "Flashed"
"Not so tough"Every year there would be a charity boxing event between the regular army members and the special forces unit. For the most part, it was a manly display of the brute strength the army possessed against the quick and technical prowess the special forces had and usually, the army came out on top. This year however, there was going to be a women's match at the end of the competition to add some spice to the event.
Having recently lost their self-defence instructor Julie, Tara had very little choice but to step up herself and volunteer to fight whomever the army selected. She had done some boxing before and was quite confident that she could hold her own in the ring. Unfortunately, she had not really trained for this nor did she have the time to prepare herself for the five rounds that awaited her, each one lasting three minutes. Luckily though, Tara naturally spends time in the gym and runs on a daily basis. Despite trying to find out who she was fighting, no one really knew who she was facing and since it was the only female match, there was no weight division, for all she knew, Tara could be facing a 200lbs giant at the event but she figured that for charity she would be more than happy to put on some a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and spend fifteen minutes in the ring with some other girl, she might even enjoy it.
A few days before the contest, Tara received a phone call, it was the army. It turn out that after hearing that there was to be a female match, the perverted army bosses were willing to donate a sizeable amount to the cause if the both fighters agreed to wear a somewhat sexier attire in the ring. Pissed off, Tara reluctantly agreed as she did not want to pull out at this stage and well, since there were going to be hundreds of guys there, why not give them what they want, it is the army after all. She clarified what defined sexier and was told that meant no more than a bra up top and shorts below with heels being mandatory. Tara was beginning to regret her decision to participate. How on earth was she going to box in heels? Slamming down the phone, she began to think about her attire.
It came to the night of the contest and Tara left her dressing room wearing a shiny black boxing robe revealing nothing but her black 8oz leather boxing gloves and black patent leather stiletto heeled strappy shoes. She strode into the outdoor arena rather nervously to the cheers of about five hundred guys. She spotted Fresh in the crowd who was smiling at her. Offering a nervous smile back, Fresh mouthed "You'll be fine" and gave her the thumbs up gesture.
Tara felt the cold night breeze pass over body as she dropped her robe to the floor to reveal the rest of her outfit. Tara was wearing a shiny black nylon micro bikini top that was tied very tightly around her colossal chest. Below, Tara had opted for matching shiny black nylon shorts, the sturdy sexy kind she usually wore every day as her underwear. There was an instant masculine roar as her robe hit the floor and the majority male audience cast their eyes upon the sexy officer.
"Representing the Special Forces, at 5'6", weighing in at 125lbs ... Tara", announced the mc for the evening. "Ok, here goes", Tara thought to herself as she cast aside her inhibition, raised her arm and paraded round the ring to a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles. Tara smiled to herself as unknown to most, she was really only wearing her regular underwear and boots and getting dressed for tonight's fight involved her removing her khaki dress that she had worn to work earlier on that day.
Her opponent on the other hand had made a bit more of an effort. Not even wearing a robe, a tall athletic blonde strutted down the aisle towards the ring as if she were on a catwalk. Huge cheers were heard from the army fans as their contender entered the arena. Upon entering the ring, Tara's mouth dropped as she saw her opponent in her corner.
"And Tara's opponent tonight, standing five feet and ten inches tall and weighing in at 130lbs, the army contender ... Crystal"!
Crystal was wearing a shiny gold PVC low cut sports bra with a matching mini skirt and boxing gloves. Covering her feet were a pair of knee high gold PVC stiletto heeled boots.
Tara couldn't believe what she was seeing, her opponent looked like the sort of barbie doll you'd see in a porn flick let alone a boxing ring. The blonde, with her 5 inch heels, towered over Tara as they met at the centre of the ring. For the first time also, Tara had encountered a pair of breasts that put hers to shame. Crystal's heaving 32F chest looked liked it was about to engulf Tara's more than adequate set and Tara didn't like it one bit.
The referee went over the rules, standard boxing rules and then returned the boxers to their corners. Tara, despite feeling a little upstaged by the blonde, felt more confident about the fight now. I mean, the army had actually gone and hired a stripper to face her - what a laugh! Maybe she'll just play with her for the first few rounds and go for the kill in the final round, give the crowd a bit of a show. After all, no one wanted to see a one-sided massacre.
The bell rang and the two fighters approached the centre of the ring. Initially, it was Tara who seized the advantage, sending some quick harmless straight punches to the blonde's stomach. The blonde looked unfazed and it wasn't until Tara sent an unintentionally hard right to Crystal's stomach, a punch that elicited no reaction from her opponent, that she realised that her opponent was actually in pretty good shape herself.
Tara continued to dance round the ring and pick off the blonde with the odd punch here or there until nearer the end of the round. Eager to up the pace a little, Tara went into close quarters with the blonde and sent swift right hook towards Crystal's head. Crystal swayed back to avoid the punch and countered with a straight right to Tara's chin. Tara's head moved to the left slightly as Crystal sent a left uppercut to Tara's stomach. Before Tara could even consider that punches that had just hit her, she felt more leather make contact with her tanned olive skin. Crystal had finished her triple combo with a sturdy right uppercut that caught Tara on the underside of her chin. Tara backed off a few steps as she stared back at the blonde with a surprised look. Not bad, she though to herself, maybe I ought to step it up a little more if she wants to play rough.
Tara went in for another attack, this time the blonde was not as prepared and the raven-haired boxer smashed her right glove deep into Crystal's stomach. A sense of satisfaction came over Tara as she heard the blonde emit a soft grunt as her punch connected. Tara followed up with a few punches aimed at Crystal's head but the blonde was smart enough to raise her arms and block any incoming attacks right before the bell went.
Tara came out in the second round completely on the attack, jabbing her opponent in the face a few times before moving round the ring a bit and coming in for some body blows. Crystal continued to track Tara's movement around the ring, covering up her face whenever Tara came in to attack, allowing the buxom officer to score a few hits on her unguarded stomach. Tara was starting to enjoy herself as she scored hit after hit on the grunting blonde whose stomach was starting to turn red as Tara's gloves continued to make contact. About midway through the round, after Tara had come in for another sortie on her stomach, Crystal went on the attack. Allowing Tara to come in and strike a two hit combo on her, she waited until Tara had moved out toward the edge of the ring, close to the ropes. In a second, the blonde cocked her left hand back and swiftly closed the gap between Tara and herself. Not expecting the blonde to leave her comfort zone, Tara was caught totally off guard as a golden glove smashed her in the face. Tara flew back into the to ropes which then propelled her forward towards her opponent. BAM! Tara face was caught by a follow up right handed jab from her blonde opponent which sent her careering back into and off the ropes again. Crystal then unleashed a devastating uppercut to Tara's chin that sent the raven haired fighter so far back into the ropes she was forced to grab onto them with her gloves to prevent herself from falling back out of the ring.
The crowd were now in full voice as the they watch the fight spring to life. A shocked and dazed Tara didn't even have time to consider how this barbie doll was able to hit her so hard, all she knew was that she had to regain her balance and senses to prevent any further damage. Crystal meanwhile was in no mood to be merciful and with her opponent's arms wide open, she drove her right glove deep into Tara's abdomen before delivering a hard left hook to Tara's cheek that caused her head to twist painfully to her left.
Tara instantaneously let go of the ropes and dove onto her opponent, wrapping her arms tightly around Crystal's back hoping that a clinch would buy her some time regain her composure. Unfortunately for Tara, Crystal returned the favour by wrapping her arms around Tara and started to tighten her grip on her. Tara felt her breasts being crushed by Crystal's augmented chest and as Crystal squeezed her further, Tara felt her tight bra straps being to chafe her firm 36DDD breasts as they struggled to contain the rapid outward displacement of her tit-flesh. Just as the referee stepped in to separate the fighters, the bell went for the end of the second round.
Who the hell was this bitch was Tara's first thought as she sat down in her corner. Not only did she impose her physically abuse her at the end of the round but if she wasn't imagining it, the blonde actually attempt a subtle attack on her breasts. She looked over at the her opponent who was on her feet, sharing joke with some of the crowd at ringside. The bell rang for round three and Tara, her body now slightly glistening from her exertion, rose to face the tough adversary she had underestimated.
Both fighters met in the centre of the ring and Tara, reluctant to go anywhere near the ropes, decided she would have to trade blows with Crystal in the centre of the ring. Crystal attempted another powerful jab aimed straight at Tara's face but Tara was able to dodge the blow and respond with a hard right to Crystal's head. Tara followed up by sending a straight left to Crystal before closing in and driving a hard right uppercut into the blonde's already sore gut. Crystal backed off a step and Tara advanced to try and maintain her momentum. She managed to connect with a hard right hook to Crystal's head before the blonde responded with a straight left of her own, catching Tara flush on the face. Tara stood her ground and swung her left arm round, attempting to hook the blonde's head again. This time, Crystal ducked and hooked the tanned officer right in the gut with her stronger left. Tara doubled over, resting her gloves on Crystal's back. Crystal pushed Tara away from her and sent a giant left to Tara's face that sent the busty boxer reeling, off balance, towards the ropes. Crystal closed in and as Tara bounced off the ropes towards her blonde adversary, the cheeky blonde rammed her giant chest into Tara's. As sturdy as Tara's breasts were, they were no match for Crystal's encased melons and the sexy officer found herself bouncing of the ropes once more as her breasts were knocked in different directions. Tara attempted to clinch Crystal again as she had done in the last round but Crystal was having none of it this time The blonde took a step back as Tara flew towards her with open arms and Crystal simply drove another left jab into Tara's pretty face. Tara fell back on the ropes once more and raised her guard as Crystal moved in for the kill. Opening with an uppercut to Tara's gut, Crystal began peppering her opponent with all sorts of punches aimed at every part of the body. Bending over slightly, Tara was able block a great deal of Crystal's punches although a great deal of them connected with her gut as well as some vicious hooks that went round the back of Tara's guard and connected with her temple. A chorus of cheers drowned out Tara's repetitive grunting as the bell rang for the end of the third round, the crowd having witnessed three minutes of pure brutality with Tara for the majority of it, being on the receiving end.
Fresh was looking very nervous at this stage, he had seen his fantasy babe in trouble before but Tara was being dominated in all areas here and things didn't look so good for her. He decided to rush down to Tara's corner to encourage her a little. Upon arriving, he was even more in shock to see the state of his precious fighter. Her entire body was covered in sweat causing her soaking wet shorts to cling to her skin. A small trickle of blood had started to run down Tara's nose, spreading itself around her mouth and chin. Tara looked up at him with and smiled, even her teeth were bloody from her lips being mashed against them.
"This bitch is beating the shit out of me Fresh, I don't know what to do. If that's not enough, I think she's wearing custom gloves, look at them - they're tiny, they can't weigh more than 4oz", Tara complained.
"Don't worry Tara, you've been in more trouble than this before, just remember, she's a blonde slut and you hate blondes. If she wants to fight dirty, perhaps you should even the odds". Fresh winked at Tara and told her he's stay in her corner and the bell rang for the fourth round.
Crystal went on the offensive attempting to drive Tara back into the ropes once more. Tara waited for her to advance before side stepping the blonde's predictable left jab and letting rip with a heavy right hook to Crystal's temple. The force of the blow caught the blonde off balance so Tara repeated the hook and sent the blonde flying forwards towards the ropes. Crystal regained her footing and turned to face Tara who immediately launched a straight right to the blonde's face. Crystal's head flew back but the worst was yet to come. Seeing a defenceless chest in front of her was too much temptation for Tara and the dark-haired woman smashed her left glove into her opponent's right breast. Crystal immediately cowered up as she let out a short but loud shrill. The shocked expression on the blonde's face as she glared at her was all Tara needed to see. It seemed that the blonde's tits weren't as good as taking punishment as they were at dishing it out. Tara sent a flurry of blows towards Crystal's face forcing the blonde to raise her guard and as soon as she did, the clever Special Forces Officer sent a giant right uppercut to Crystal's left breast. Again, Crystal let out a short but rather audible shrill as her breast absorbed the full effect of Tara's punch. Slightly angry now, Crystal responded with a few punched of her own. "Bitch"! she screamed as she cocked her left fist back and sent it flying into Tara's chin. The punch had not yet landed and Crystal was already sending a giant overhead punch with her right. As Tara's head flew back from Crystal's first punch, she saw a flash of gold come crashing down on her face from above. A large amount of blood literally flew from Tara's bleeding nose right onto her barely covered breasts as she went crashing to the ground on her knees.
The crowd were going wild at this stage as they witnessed the first knockdown of the fight. Tara stayed on her knees for a few second, a bit dizzy from the blow. A bit more blood dripped onto the canvas from Tara's nose much as a concerned Fresh looked on. The referee checked Tara's eyes, asked her if she was ok and signalled for the fight to continue.
Crystal threw everything she had at Tara, sending blow after blow in her direction. On the back foot, Tara bided her time, defended solidly as she was encouraged to do by her newly found cornerman. Eventually, she spotted and opening and let rip, sending a tremendous hook into Crystal's tender breast again. As Crystal winced from the pain, Tara unleashed three quick hooks to Crystal's face before launching a crunching uppercut to Crystal's crotch. Such was the force of the punch that even before Crystal had dropped to her knees in agony, Tara's low blow had snapped the elastic in Crystal's skirt and the golden garment glided down Crystal's endless legs coming to rest around her ankles, revealing a tight fitting pair of gold PVC hot-pants in the process.
The referee intervened immediately, forcing Tara back to her corner where a gleeful Fresh was waiting. Crystal rose to her feet, her face bright red and still displaying signs of being in considerable pain. She begun to massage her crotch, much to the crowd's pleasure as the referee checked up on her. The referee gave Tara a stern telling off as the buxom officer protested her innocence before signalling for the fight to continue.
An enraged Crystal, attacked Tara like a woman possessed, sending blow after blow to Tara's head. Tara managed to block the first few but her blonde opponent, still visibly upset at having her crotch abused and skirt ruined, was relentless in her attack and it wasn't long before the tired officer could no longer hold her guard up. At this point, Crystal began tagging Tara's beautiful face over and over again as the bloodied office tried desperately in vain to avoid the golden missiles that were raining down on her head. The bell rang just in time for Tara as she returned to her corner slightly punch drunk with a bruised eye and dripping with sweat.
It didn't look good for Tara as she panted heavily in her corner. Fresh didn't know what to say at this point, the blonde looked to be too strong for his girl and the only thing he could suggest was to continue to go for her breasts. He cleaned up his fighter's face and wiped the blood of her breasts before the bell rang for the fifth and final round.
Tara anticipated an onslaught from Crystal so she knew had to seize control of the fight at all costs. Crystal made no secret of her intent and came charging over to Tara with her fists raised. As the blonde closed in, she swung a powerful left hook that would have taken Tara's head off had it connected. Tara quickly sidestepped her opponent and before Crystal could cover up her, launched herself at Crystal. The defenceless blonde could do nothing to prevent Tara's black glove catching her right on the chin. Crystal flew back a step, her arms flailing about as she tried to regain her balance. Tara followed up with a perfectly delivered left hook to Crystal's face that sent the fighter back a another step, still attempting to steady herself. Tara then smashed her right glove straight into Crystal's left breast. Crystal flew back into the ropes, caressing her left breast with her right arm. Tara started unleashing some hard straight punches on Crystal's face, bouncing her off the ropes a few times. Crystal responded by punching Tara's right breast but Tara barely flinched as she drove another hard jab into the blonde's face. Crystal then tried to punch Tara in the face but Tara managed to block the incoming swing and respond with another heavy jab to the blonde's face. Crystals nose had started to bleed but the brazen blonde made no attempt to cover up as she elected to try and punch her way out of trouble. Cocking her fist back again, she thrust it forward at Tara's right breasts, flattening it in the process. This time, Tara winced as she felt her breast attempt to bust out of her bikini top. Tara and Crystal continued to trade punches but with Tara having a better position over the the blonde, she was managing to land more hits. Eventually Crystal stopped hitting and covered up. Tara continued to batter Crystal with jab after jab to her now puffy face, many of the punches going straight through Crystal's weak guard. After a few more punches, Tara backed up step and then launched a powerful right hook at Crystal, catching her right on the temple. Crystal hit the canvas in a second as some blood flew from her nose and onto the floor next to her. The blonde lay flat on her back still conscious but in shock and making no attempt to rise. The referee counted her out and pronounced Tara as the winner.
Tara was not done, throwing down her gloves she mounted the blonde's stomach as she lay on her back, pinning her arms down with her legs in the process. The referee looked at the organisers who simply signalled for him to leave the ring. Crystal's face dropped as she was abandoned by those who had hired her. Tara then dug her nails into Crystal's golden PVC top and ripped the garment open with relative ease. The crowd were going wild now as Crystal's 32F breasts became exposed, flopping slightly down either side of her body.
"Ha, you call these breasts, honey your gonna see what real breasts are ... real soon"
Tara stripped removed Crystal's 4oz gloves and placed them on her own hands. Crystal begged for Tara to stop but the dark-haired fighter simply smiled before pounding away at Crystal's breast eliciting massive screams from the fallen blonde. By the time Tara was done, Crystal's breasts were completely red and swollen. Tara then lowered her firm chest onto Crystal's face, smothering the blonde into unconsciousness as she had done with so many of the other girls she had fought in the past. Tara got up, placed her foot on the beaten blonde's abused chest adopting a victory pose for a minute. Fresh simply watched in awe as his fighter girl conquered her latest foe. He was worried that Tara would get beaten at one stage but when it came down to it, Crystal could dish it out but was unable to handle Tara when she was on the offensive. Fresh wondered for a sec when or even if Tara would meet her match before accompanying Tara back to the changing rooms to a chorus of cheers.
