It’s worth first reading ‘Justice Battle – An introduction’ and the first 3 parts of this story.
Leoni Brought to Justice Round 4
During the 5 minute break there was frantic activity in both dressing rooms, ice applied to swollen breasts, muscles massaged, bodies oiled and fresh clothing supplied for the next round. In Leoni’s dressing room Jim was urgently trying to build up Leoni’s confidence after the loss of the last round and urging her to make the ultimate effort in this coming round; Jim was aware that if Leoni lost another round she would lose the advantage that her shorts gave her as it restricted the body area Miya could target. In Miya’s dressing room Carl was urging Miya on for the same reasons ‘win this round and you’ve won the fight’ he was saying, ‘for once let Leoni try to force the pace as she will know she must win this round, so let her tire herself out trying; keep popping away at her breasts, you’ve almost broken her there and when you have you can take her out at will. Your breasts are sore too so don’t be stupid like you were earlier in the fight, keep calm and don’t fight angry, fight clever and win this round, then destroy her in the next’.
The 5 minute break finished all too quickly and the fighters were called back into the ring. Their freshly oiled bodies glistened, the oil also highlighted the battering each fighter had received, welts and bruising clearly showing all over both fighters and bras stretched by swelling breasts so that even Leoni was beginning to look quite voluptuous, her original ‘B’ cupped bra had long ago been ditched and was hanging above her corner along with 2 other bra’s each slightly larger than the other. But then there was Miya. Her huge breasts had also swollen and Like Leoni she had discarded a number of impressive sports bra’s and even the one she was now wearing, perhaps the largest such available, was straining to contain her huge boobs.
The ref announced ‘Miya will receive 2 breast blows from Leoni, seconds you have just 30 seconds left to prepare Miya’. As he was speaking Miya’s seconds had almost finished; Miya’s arms were now stretched and held above her head as she stood in the centre of the ring waiting to receive her blows and a blindfold was being attached. The ref carefully positioned Miya’s feet then stepped back announcing ‘Leoni will now strike 2 blows to alternate breasts, she will have 60 seconds for each blow. Should Miya attempt to dodge a further blow will be awarded. After the last breast blow Miya’s blindfold will be removed and the round will start immediately. Leoni, you have 60 seconds to strike your first blow’.
Leoni regarded her ‘targets’. Miya’s breasts, with her arms stretched above her head, were magnificently presented towards Leoni, her body glistened with a combination of oil and sweat under the lights as she stood waiting for Leoni’s blow. On the ringside screens the below ring camera played lasciviously up Miya’s body. From just beneath and just behind it panned slowly up Miya’s legs, her oiled back showing her muscles of to perfection, then back down to her firm buttocks stretching the fabric of her seamless white knickers. The camera slowly moves forward and zooms in on the stretched fabric between her legs, her mound a gentle bulge and with tight knickers a hint of a camel toe as the camera slowly pans forward then zooms back to reveal those fantastic breasts jutting straight out above a toned flat stomach. Then a violent jerk as this perfect vision shatters. Leoni’s fist strikes, too quick to take in the blow itself as Miya convulses and shrieks with pain in the immediate aftermath, her feet scrabble for purchase as with contorted features she tries to gain control and composure against the awful, invasive pain caused by Leoni’s fist. Immediately in slow motion the blow is shown again; the perfect view of Miya from below then slowly coming into view Leoni’s glove heading for the bulls eye, the point of Miya’s nipple, then the glove seemingly gently kisses the nipple but continues in, and in, and in, bulging out the fabric of Miya’s bra in severe distortion until the fist comes to a stop and lingers whilst the distortion continues, a wave of bra encased flesh rolling away from the invading fist like water away from a stone. From all sides and angles the fist was shown slowly invading, Miya face showing the agony a split second after the event then the fist withdraws and miraculously he flesh rushes back to it’s rightful shape with a snap and a wobble or two as the repercussions slowly die away.
Miya looked in shock, her face showing pain and disbelief ‘how could that blow have hurt so much more than earlier’ you could almost hear her think; meanwhile sweat was springing out of every pore as her body reacted to the sudden pain, rivulets forming and slipping down her body staining the top of her bra and knickers as she stood waiting (and dreading) the next blow. Meanwhile she realised why she hurt more than expected, the long break between rounds was a double edged sword as during the round her body would produce adrenalin, a natural painkiller, but then during the break this would reduce as the body relaxed so that now, at the start of a new round, the first blows were so much more effective.
Leoni readied herself for the next blow, she wanted to, in fact needed, to hurt, destroy and obliterate Miya and this was her chance. Miya waited, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling in quick rhythm with her breathing as the clock counted down. With 20 seconds to go Leoni drove her fist with all her might straight into Miya’s left breast. Immediately Miya’s gloves were released and the blindfold ripped away as she was knocked backward by the force of Leoni’s blow. The fight was on. With Miya scrambling for balance after her arms had been released Leoni followed up instantly with a straight left to Miya’s right breast then a right and another left each punch straight and powerful driving into Miya’s breasts forcing Miya back across the ring, her gloves desperately flailing as she urgently tried to protect her breasts, then as Miya finally achieved some semblance of a defence Leoni altered her attack, her next right became an uppercut and drove solidly into the underside of Miya’s left breast forcing it up and driving Miya back a final step into the ropes which bounced her back a half step into Leoni’s left fist which crashed into Miya’s cheek knocking her head sideways; Miya fell back again against the ropes and stumbled away all balance gone, then as a right from Leoni missed Miya fell awkwardly into her corner and the ref started the 20 second count.
Immediately Carl and Dave sprung into the ring to help Miya who was now sitting legs splayed with her back against the corner post. Leani watched the frantic activity with some satisfaction as Carl and Dave worked on Miya, ice packs were plunged inside her bra and cold water dashed into her face before Dave started working on her body. Carl tipped Miya’s head back and looked into her eyes before being satisfied that she was properly conscious he started to talk quietly to her leaving Dave the job of working on her body. Leoni flushed with success stood in her own corner waiting to start working over Miya again, her excitement evident by her magnificent nipples which were trying to bore holes through her bra, big before they were now evidently larger. As the ref reached 17 Carl and Dave helped Miya to her feet and continued to work on her as the ref re-started the 20 count. Meanwhile the crowd was being treated to slow motion replays of Leoni’s attack, bam, bam, bam, bam left then right bra cup was penetrated in turn, squashed and distorted by powerful straight punches until the final breast uppercut drove Miya’s left bra cup up towards her shoulder, the powerful bra stretching as it just about contained Miya’s breast, then the final crushing blow to Miya’s face that drove her to the ring floor.
Whilst Leoni was waiting and watching Miya being worked on she was thinking a short mantra to herself ‘finish her, finish her, finish her’, the confidence that had been drained by losing the previous round had now returned and watching Miya wince and squirm with pain as she stood in the corner cradling ice packs against her breasts she thought to her self, ‘yes! Finish her now and make her pay’.
As the 2nd 20 count reached 17 Carl and Dave left the ring leaving Miya standing ready for the final 10 count. Then, as the 10 count started Leoni came as close as the ref would allow, eager to dive in and punish Miya some more. Miya meanwhile looked in some discomfort and disarray, soaked with sweat and iced water, her bra and knickers were slightly transparent and it was clear from the way her arms were cradling her breasts and from the expression on her face that she was in some pain as she waited for Leoni to attack. ‘3, 4, 5, 6, 7’ counted the ref as Miya almost reluctantly prepared her guard, high to protect breasts and face. Then at ‘10’ the ref stepped aside and Leoni immediately drove in driving leather at Miya, lefts and rights thudded in Miya’s upper arms and gloves as Leoni drove her across the ring trying to force an opening to once again punish those large breasts. Miya was grunting with pain even though she was blocking the punches, it still hurt to have her own glove pushed into her breast even though much of the force had been taken away. Miya then felt ropes against her back and with Leoni still pounding her defences Miya threw her first punch, a left jab into Leoni’s right bra cup bringing a yelp from Leoni and giving Miya just enough space and time to escape from the ropes. Leoni spun around and advanced again towards Miya who had quickly moved into the centre of the ring throwing a left, then a right which Miya blocked retreating slowly, then Leoni tried a looping right to Miya’s head which Miya just barely swayed away from in time but, over extended and of balance after missing with her right Leoni was now vulnerable, a left from Miya sunk into the outside of Leoni’s right bra cup driving the breast across Leoni’s body quickly followed by a right that hit Leoni’s ribs with a smack, each blow drawing a gasp from Leoni, the breast shot especially. Leoni didn’t retreat though, instead she continued to attack, again going for the head, a left jab brought Miya’s guard up to block leaving space for a hard right to sink straight into Miya’s left bra cup; Miya’s turn to cry out as her breast was once again punished. Then, Leoni following up with another left to Miya’s head once again left herself open as Miya swayed aside and this time drove a hard right straight into Leoni’s left bra cup, a bull’s eye flush onto Leoni’s erect nipple and then a left lower into the body, just inches above Leoni’s waistband, the 2nd blow silencing the cry caused by the first as Leoni had some of the wind knocked out of her. Retreating momentarily Leoni sucked in air, chest heaving and her body slick with sweat before re-grouping and once again advancing on Miya, who for the first time in the fight was content to allow Leoni to set the pace, a fast pace still as Leoni again sent a flurry of punches into Miya who blocked and retreated steadily across the ring before finally sending a quick left jab which glanced of Leoni’s forehead but left just enough opening for Leoni’s next right to plough into the side of Miya’s left breast, the bra folding around Leoni’s glove as it was knocked across Miya’s body, the right cup in turn forced out before strong lycra snapped the 2 awesome globes back into painful place. Miya stepped back to avoid a left from Leoni and found herself right where Leoni wanted her, stuck in the corner. Leoni piled in, not giving Miya a chance to get away, sending in left after right after left, pounding away at Miya’s guard as it protected her face and chest, Miya frantically blocked waiting, hoping, for a chance. The chance came after maybe 8 or 10 punches from Leoni had thudded into Miya’s gloves; Leoni stepped back slightly to try going below Miya’s guard into the lower body and Miya sent a fierce straight right into the centre of Leoni’s body just below the bra. Suddenly Leoni was almost paralysed, the blow to her solar plexus had driven every last bit of air out of her body, she staggered back on jellied legs, mouth gaping and arms drooping at her side. Miya, in no particular hurry, caught up with Leoni and swatting her guard aside sent a straight left and then a right into Leoni’s bra flattening each breast in turn and driving Leoni across the ring so that it seemed that just one more punch would send her to the ground, instead Miya stayed in the centre of the ring as Leoni half staggered and fell against the ropes.
Leoni’s chest heaved as she sucked in much needed air and recovered from the blows she had just received. She was reassured somewhat to see that Miya had not followed up, in fact was standing half bent over in the centre of the ring seemingly struggling for breath herself, so Leoni heaved herself of the ropes and advanced purposefully. Miya quickly brought her guard up as Leoni approached and blocked a left jab aimed at her head, Miya retreated a half step as Leoni, a little more cautiously than earlier in the round pressed forward jabbing lefts at Miya’s guard before, after another left jab, unleashing a right uppercut to the base of Miya’s left breast. Miya shreiked, her scream overlapping the thud of Leoni’s glove impacting on her sore, bruised breast but, despite the pain, she retaliated instantly crushing Leoni’s right bra cup with a straight left and following up with a swinging right to the body before stepping back, guard ready. Leoni briefly cradled her breasts before again advancing on Miya, her face screwed up with pain and determination. Again Leoni forced Miya back jabbing away, this time Miya just retreated, slowly circling to avoid been forced onto the ropes as Leoni ducked and weaved throwing whatever she could at Miya with little in the way of reply as Miya just defended, taking most of Leoni’s punches on her guard until, emboldened by catching Miya a glancing blow to the forehead, Leoni put everything into a follow up right. Miya, swayed out of the way and dug in two vicious blows to Leoni’s belly, just above the waistline of her shorts, each punch drawing a groan out of Leoni who now found herself waltzing close with Miya, her right arm draped over Miya’s shoulder from her earlier miss and, doubled up slightly from Miya’s body shots her head was on Miya’s shoulder. Miya enjoyed the dance more than Leoni. With room to swing and a body to hit Miya dug 2 short but powerful blows into Leoni whilst at the same time she swung Leoni around and pushed her into the corner before breaking herself away from Leoni’s embrace she straightened Leoni up with a left and right uppercut into each of Leoni’s breasts, each punch digging in to each bra cup before dragging itself over the material, threatening to rip the bra away from Leoni’s breasts such was the force, then, as Leoni was pitching forward to the floor, Miya closed in and wrapping her arms around her pushed her back into the corner and held her upright. Miya didn’t want Leoni to get the respite of a long count, neither did she want Leoni to receive any advice from her seconds so it was worth it to Miya to forego a free breast punch if she could take further advantage of a much weakened Leoni. Leoni struggled, feebly trying to push Miya away, Miya held on though until she was sure Leoni wouldn’t go down and then stepped back and regarded Leoni as she slumped back against the corner post. Miya watched as Leoni slowly forced herself fully upright then as Leoni tried to come out of the corner Miya attacked, going under Leoni’s guard with a left to Leoni’s right breast. Leoni groaned and sagged once more in the corner cradling her right breast, until again she tried to come out. This time Miya feinted a left to the head which Leoni tried to cover, but in so doing left herself wide open to a powerful straight right to her left breast and then helpless in the corner a left and right to the body folded her up and sent her crashing to the floor.
Helen and Jim leaped into the ring as the ref started a 10 count. Leoni was curled up tight and it was hard work for Jim and Helen to work on her. Using a combination of smelling salts and force they got Leoni half sitting up but still doubled over, her head down onto her knees. Jim dunked the best part of a full bucket of iced water onto Leoni before, with the count at 8, he and Helen dragged Leoni onto her feet. Well sort of, Leoni was only feebly trying to help but did at last seem to respond to Jim as he talked to her, face inches a way as he stared into her eyes. As the count progressed Jim spoke urgently, ‘re-group for a while, don’t stand toe to toe. You need to work her and pressure her but wait until you’ve got a good lead in first before going all gung ho, you can do this, you almost had her earlier’ and then as the count reached 8 Jim and Helen left the ring leaving Leoni draped over the ropes as the ref started the final 10 count.
Leoni knew that she had to get away from the corner before the fight re-started so as the count reached 5 she pushed herself off the ropes and made her way into the centre of the ring, breathing hard and soaking wet after her corner had worked on her she stood ready as the ref reached 10 and said ‘fight on’. Miya approached with a quick jabs to the head as she forced Leoni backwards then Miya upped the ante following up a left jab with a right towards the body, Leoni quickly danced aside and caught Miya with a right into her belly, the smack of the glove hitting wet flesh was instantly followed by a gasp as Miya lost some air from her lungs. Miya was instantly on the defensive just blocking a left to the face and then, with her guard still raised Leoni was able to drive a straight right into Miya’s left bra cup. Miya groaned but whilst taking the blow her own left was already on it’s way into Leoni’s face, whipping Leoni’s head around and back as it hit her cheek. Miya smashed a right into Leoni’s left breast as Leoni staggered back and then a left lower to the body drove her back another step so that Leoni found herself once more against the ropes. Miya advanced and Leoni quickly flung a jab as she tried to get away from the ropes but Miya ducked underneath and sent a vicious one two into Leoni’s body, just above the waistband of her shorts, the thud of the blows resounding around the ring. Miya stepped back a little to make room for another blow giving Leoni just enough space to scamper away, breathing heavily and slightly doubled over from the body blows.
Miya was impressed, yet concerned at the same time. She’d not expected Leoni to withstand her last 2 punches so well. Meantime in the short interlude (seconds only) whilst the fighters re-grouped the crowd was treated to a revue of the recent action, this time using scenes from several below ring cameras. The first scene showed Miya in slow motion stepping towards leoni, the tight strip of sweat soaked material that was Miya’s panty, the swell of her sex showing as a smooth bulge, then from below and behind her taught lycra encased buttocks were in perfect view and then a sudden spasm as leoni’s fist drove into Miya’s belly, then cut to another camera looking up at Miya’s breasts as, still leaning forward from the body shot and with her arms raised high to protect her face, her huge breasts were perfectly framed by the camera as Leoni’s glove drove into Miya’s left bra cup. In slow motion the glove inexorably driving in the bra squashed in and bulging out more and more as the glove penetrated oh so slowly and oh so painfully towards Miya’s ribs. Meanwhile as Leoni’s face comes into shot, moving forwards with the momentum of her own blow towards Miya’s glove – a slow motion craaack as Leoni’s head whips around droplets of sweat springing
away glinting in the powerful ring lights as her face is all scrunched up by Miya’s glove. With no defence, her arms spread wide in desperate balance and her head back, the view from below seems that Leoni is sticking out her pert breasts at Miya, her pencil eraser nipples look like they are about to explode through her bra, or maybe be driven out through Leoni’s back as Bam, Miya’s right fist totally engulfs Leoni’s left bra cup and Leoni’s whole body shudders under the impact, then the 2 blows into Leoni’s belly each punch sending shockwaves through Leoni’s body, radiating away from the impact sight, but somehow Leoni staggers away out of shot and we re-join the real action as Leoni and Miya both stand sucking in mouthfuls of much needed oxygen.
Miya doesn’t want to give Leoni too much time to recover so she advances, trying to keep Leoni working, Miya jabs at Leoni’s head as Leoni backs off. Miya seems content to just follow her around the ring throwing an occasional jab as Leoni retreats and tries to avoid the ropes, throwing an occasional jab of her own to keep Miya at bay. Both fighters look tired, the gloves are not held quite so high, movement is less assured and both chests are (pleasingly to the eye) heaving as this battle of attrition continues. Miya oh so gradually let her arms drop even as she still followed Leoni around the ring, her guard looking more and more open until finally Leoni took the bait and attacked with a right aimed at Miya’s chin. Instantly Miya dropped underneath and powered her own right into the centre of Leoni’s body an inch or so above the waistband and powered a winded Leoni backwards into the ropes stepping back to make room as the ropes catapulted Leoni back into the ring to encounter by far the fiercest breast punches of the fight so far as with perfect timing Miya drove a right fist straight into Leoni’s left breast, immediately followed by a left into Leoni’s right breast, the momentum of Leoni’s own body added to Miya’s perfect timing drew a huge scream out of Leoni as she dropped to the canvas, ashen faced, feet drumming against the canvas as waves of pain washed through her body.
Instantly Jim and Helen leap into the ring and Helen gently slips ice packs into Leoni’s bra, even this, seemingly agony for Leoni. The ref is counting as slow motion replays show Miya last blows. The body shot is awesome but Leoni would have survived that, even though a little winded. But the power in Miya’s legs is evident as muscles rippling she drives Leoni backwards, accelerating in slow motion until Leoni almost seems to fly into the ropes which stretch and stretch before faster and faster Leoni is propelled uncontrollably towards Miya waiting fists, her back arching back and from the front and side Leoni’s bra is propelled upwards through sheer momentum so that as Miya’s right fist hits Leoni’s left bra cup, it is high on Leoni’s chest, nipples pointing up at around 45 degrees as Miya’s fist hits just below the nipple and with leoni’s own momentum adding to the force Miya’s glove drives leoni’s breast impossibly high up her chest before it is totally engulfed and then Leoni’s right breast suffers the same fate. Leoni’s face remains impassive as both these blows impact, then as Miya’s gloves retreat and Leoni’s bra bounces back into shape Leoni’s face contorts horribly as she screams.
As the ref reaches 5 Leoni is on her feet, her face still a mask of agony there is little Helen can do other than hold ice packs against her breasts. Jim speaks urgently into her ear ‘look, that bloody well hurt but you can’t give up. Christ if you do just think how many rounds of punishment you’d be forced to take. You know you can’t throw in the towel, that’s not allowed so keep yourself together, she’s got breasts as well if you haven’t already noticed and you caught her good yourself earlier. Keep it like that and don’t let her sucker you… and remember you’re not going to lose this round, your shorts give you too much advantage so take your time and let her tire herself out, she knows she’s got to get you this round or she’s had it’. The as the ref reaches 8 Jim and Helen leave the ring as the ref starts the final 10 count.
Standing waiting as the ref counts Leoni looks pensive. The camera zooms in on her bra and the power of Miya’s last 2 blows is immediately apparent. Leoni’s bra looks painfully tight, and it’s a bra already 2 sizes larger than her natural size. As soon as the count reached 10 Miya stepped forward, and with an aggressive jab at Leoni’s face, she immediately forced Leoni on to the retreat, quick left jabs aimed at the head kept Leoni’s guard up, and for the moment that seemed to be all Leoni could do. She was in fast retreat and seemed reluctant to do anything other than block and back pedal. Miya upped the pace keeping the left jab going to the face she followed up with a quick, sharp right to the body, then again and then again 3 times in succession Leoni blocked a jab but then couldn’t respond in time to block the follow up body shot. They weren’t powerful but the crack as glove met wet flesh showed that they had sting. With Miya increasingly on the offensive Leoni realised that she couldn’t just keep blocking so she sent out a slightly tentative left jab of her own; immediately Miya responded with a stinging right pan caking Leoni’s left breast drawing an agonized gasp from Leoni who quickly covered up again and retreated. Miya followed not allowing Leoni any time to come to regroup, left jab at face with an occaisional right to the body, most blows being blocked but work, work, work, both Miya and Leoni were blowing hard and sweat was pouring of them both. Then Leoni slipped or stumbled, perhaps on sweat, or due to tiredness, and Miya pounced, with Leoni’s arms instinctively swinging out to regain balance Miya’s next left was a straight drive into Leoni’s right bra cup which, with Leoni already of balance, was enough to send her feet skidding out in front of her and she dropped painfully straight down onto her backside.
Jim and Helen stepped quickly into the ring as the count started. Leoni wasn’t desperately hurt but nonetheless Helen was quick to place ice packs on those tender breasts. Jim though was speaking furiously to her ‘your not hitting her! How do you expect to knock her out? She’ll just keep plugging away and you’ll get caught every now and then like just now and have breast punch after breast punch add up until you just can’t take any more…. But you’ll have to. So don’t be stupid – fight her. You can’t afford to be frightened of getting hurt, a blow to the breast during a round won’t hurt half as much as the blows you’ll get at the end of the round. Jab hard and move, don’t waft that glove around, quick sharp and decisive. Hurt her before she hurts you, take one punch to give two back’. With that Jim and Helen had to scamper from the ring as the next 10 second count started.
Miya appeared ready to pounce as soon as the count finished so Leoni made her way into the centre of the ring before the count reached 10. The moment the ref waved ‘box on’ Miya returned to the attack driving a left jab at Leoni’s face but Leoni proved that she’d listened to Jim’s advice as ducking aside she drove her first serious punch for some time, a swinging right which crashed painfully into the Miya’s left side, just where breast met ribs before quickly stepping away from a fierce right from Miya. Miya followed so Leoni jabbed out a left, but Miya was ready and her own crisp right plunged up into Leoni’s left bra cup, then, closing in, Miya crashed a left into Leoni’s rib cage, the breast punch dragged an agonized groan from Leoni followed by a gasp as Miya’s left drove into her ribs. Leoni pushed at Miya, thrusting her away but the space she gained was used by Miya who drew another agonized gasp from Leoni by driving her right glove into Leoni’s left breast. Miya attacked, this time a left, again aimed at the breast but Leoni swivelled away forcing Miya to over extend herself as her glove chased Leoni allowing Leoni to crash her right fist into the side of Miya’s head. Miya reeled away half stunned with her back to Leoni so Leoni swung a left into Miya’s side, a repeat of her earlier blow, catching Miya on the side of the breast and ribcage. Miya turned to face Leoni, face scrunched up with pain and still dazed she offered little defence as Leoni, grunting with effort, blasted a right just barely above the waistband of Miya’s panties, the oof as air was driven from Miya’s lungs resounded around the ring followed by another grunt from Leoni as she straightened a crouching Miya up with a left uppercut to Miya right bra cup driving Miya into the corner. Quickly Leoni followed up eager to knock Miya out but as she drove a right at Miya’s face Miya quickly dropped underneath and smashed a left into Leoni right breast and slipped away along the ropes. Leoni, hurt and angry, chased after Miya who still seemed dazed from the earlier head shot but the moment Leoni unleashed a right Miya proved she’d recovered as again she dropped underneath and smacked a left into Leoni’s right breast, then as Leoni saw Miya right fist advancing towards her she quickly brought her guard up to protect her sore breasts but, too late, she realised that Miya’s aim was lower as Miya’s glove crashed into Leoni’s ribs. Desperately Leoni blocked another body shot, but now it was her turn to be dazed as a right from Miya crashed into her temple and suddenly Leoni found herself propped up in the corner, her right breast exploding with pain as a left from Miya drove it flat and then a swinging right from Miya to the same breast threatened to rip it from Leoni’s body as glove brushed past Leoni’s left breast and sunk deep into the side of her right breast, squeezing the bra clad breast out to the side of Leoni’s body.
‘Did that hurt?’ Miya asked, not that she didn’t know the answer with Leoni’s shriek still echoing around the ring, ‘nah, I didn’t think so you’ve still got a bra on. But just you wait till later’. This was the first time either of the fighters had spoken in the ring but for Miya it was a mistake as she momentarily lost concentration so Leoni drove her right glove into Miya’s left bra cup, swivelling her shoulders to maximise the power, Miya’s turn to shriek and step back, but Leoni followed whipping a left up into Miya’s right breast. Miya then dodged another powerful right from Leoni and with pin point precision drove a left onto the point of Leoni’s prominent right nipple following with a right low into the body driving Leoni back into the corner. Leoni tagged Miya’s right breast with a jab as Miya approached but aside from a grimace Miya ignored this as with determination etched on her face she powered in lefts and rights towards Leoni’s breasts and face. Leoni desperately kept her guard up under this onslaught so Miya quickly switched targets and 2 powerful punches, a left and a right in turn, powered into Leoni’s ribs then lower still a left started to fold Leoni up as with quivering legs she lurched forward trying to close with Miya. Instead though she walked straight into a powerful right and with mouth gaping she slowly slid down Miya’s body, desperately trying to cling on to remain upright she sank to her knees and with gloves propping her up she bent forward gasping for breath.
What happened next didn’t properly register, Jim and Helen had raced into the ring but were beaming as they attended to Leoni. The count was progressing and Jim quickly said to Leoni, ‘she caught you too low, you’ll have a free shot now so come on get yourself together she’s yours now’. As Jim was speaking Miya’s arms were being tied above her head, a look of total disbelief and horror on her face. She’d been so close to winning the round and even now Leoni was barely struggling to her feet, held upright by Jim and Helen. ‘Why have I got another light then?’ asked Leoni, referring to the 4 lights that now glowed above her corner, ‘well’, replied Jim, ‘you went down that’s why’. Don’t forget you’ve had 2 shots already so she’ll be tender. Make this one pay’. With that Jim and Helen had to leave the ring as Leoni, still partly doubled over took the 10 count.
Meanwhile slow motion replays were concentrating on 2 aspects of the recent fight, firstly the last few breast punches taken by Leoni were being replayed and contrasted with earlier blows. Clearly Leoni’s breasts were suffering, hugely swollen by comparison with the start of the fight when you considered that Leoni had fairly modest breasts but now, even her larger bra was being stretched. Other replays were showing the body shots, each blow sending shock waves through Leoni especially the last which pounded into the top of Leoni’s lycra shorts.
As the count reached 10 Leoni slowly forced herself upright, determined to make the most of the opportunity ahead. Blindfolded, Miya was standing tall, legs apart with feet on marks 1 Metre apart and her arms held stretched out above her. The ref announced ‘Leoni, you now have 60 seconds to take your free blow. Remember, there are no restrictions’.
The cameras had no doubt as to where Leoni would strike as from every angle all screen showed closed ups of the tight, sweat soaked material that encased Miya’s mound. Offering no protection, indeed Leoni’s target was highlighted as the damp material was transparent enough for Miya’s triangle of hair to show as an excitingly vulnerable (to Leoni) target. The count was approaching 30 and Leoni was taking deep breaths and limbering up whilst Miya sweated having no concept of how much time had elapsed but thinking that the blow must come at any moment. At 45 seconds the strain on Miya was apparent as muscles spasmed and twitched in her thighs and her whole body trembled with dread anticipation. Then it came. A right as powerful as Leoni could muster sweeping up and impacting plumb dead centre in the darker patch of Miya’s mound. Instantly Miya’s body convulsed as it tried to fold over to ease the pain, her legs left the floor as the ropes semi released allowing Miya to drop slowly to the floor, all the time trying to bring her restrained hands down so as to try to ease the pain shown by her drawn, white, face etched in an agony that she couldn’t vocalise. Once she was down the ropes finally released and she rolled over into the foetal position gloves pressed between her legs trying to squeeze out the pain that she felt.
As the ref started the 20 count (Miya had lost 2 rounds already so her count had extended to 20 sec, see round 1 story) Instantly Carl and Dave leapt into the ring to help Miya although apart from ice packs there was little initially that they could do, Miya had to ride the waves of pain and hope that they’d subside in time for her to continue this round. At 10 seconds Miya was just able to allow Dave to place an ice pack against her injured sex, by 15 seconds she was still locked into the foetal position she’d been in since the blow so Carl and Dave had to physically manhandle her of the canvas just in time for the next 20 second count. Her legs were almost useless, she needed both Dave and Carl to support her, and at that she was doubled over still desperately trying to ease the pain. Carl was whispering urgently and at 15 seconds finally got a response from Miya, a slight nod to suggest that she understood and then, all too soon for Miya, Carl and Dave had to leave the ring so Miya was quickly dragged to the ring corner where she was half draped over the ropes, one arm cradling the corner post for support whilst the other arm was still wedged between her legs, her upper torso held up by the ropes.
The ref started the 10 count that Miya had to survive for the round to continue whilst Leoni eagerly waited. At 5 seconds Miya forced herself to turn and face the centre of the ring, her legs just barely holding her and her body still doubled over but trying to stand more vertically so that by the time the count reached 10 an unsteady Miya was 2/3rds upright and with a very rudimentary guard as Leoni eagerly pounced with a left and right hammering down into the exposed tops of Miya’s bra cups. Miya staggered forward trying to clinch but Leoni stepped aside as Miya, with no strength at all to direct her motion wobbled across the ring allowing Leoni to clobber her a brutal blow to the Kidneys which was enough to send Miya painfully to the canvass, her legs giving up and her forward momentum aided by Leoni’s blow sending her in a forward dive to the floor, her breasts taking the full impact as they pancaked on the ring floor. Again Miya curled up in the foetal position as once again Carl and Dave leapt in to assist, and despite the Kidney blow it was still Miya’s poor sex that needed the ice. So after another 2, 20 second counts Miya was once again left half propped in the corner as the ref counted the 10 count.
As before Miya was doubled over as the ref counted but at least she didn’t look quite as unsteady. Leoni waited eager, to impart more hurt. At 10 Miya was still not fully upright but looked more prepared than she had just 1 minute before as Leoni rushed in unleashing a right at Miya’s head. But before Leoni’s glove made contact Miya herself had unleashed a vicious rising right hand punch that met the oncoming Leoni right at the base of her left breast stopping her dead in her tracks and lifting her on to the tips of her toes, the bra (and breast that it contained) was whipped violently upward; then Leoni’s right bra cup felt the impact of Miya’s gloves as a straight left squashed the breast flat and knocked a shocked Leoni backwards. A crouching Miya followed, face still distorted and grey with pain but also edged with an almost maniacal determination. Leoni drove a powerful right fist into Miya’s left breast, but Miya didn’t defend, instead she allowed Leoni to strike and in turn used the opening to power her own right into Leoni’s left breast, then the right then the left again, Leoni striking at Miya’s undefended breasts for all she was worth her gloves sinking deep into Miya’s bra cups but in turn Miya was driving powerful straight drives into Leoni’s breasts, each blow dragging increasingly high pitched and desperate yelps from Leoni and at the same time forcing her across the ring. As Leoni’s back met the ropes Leoni desperately changed target aiming for Miya face, but Miya just swayed aside and crashed two more powerful blows into Leoni’s breasts before unleashing another rising right that Leoni desperately tried to block from hitting her breast, but too late, Miya’s glove sailed past Leoni’s rudimentary defence, past her breasts and hit flush on to the point of Leoni’s chin who without a sound crashed to the ring floor.
Miya herself suddenly seemed spent, she staggered over to the ropes and breathing ever so heavily draped herself over them whilst Jim and Helen rushed in to see what they could do for Leoni. Smelling salts gradually brought a response as the count reached 7 so Jim and Helen hauled Leoni to her feet but it was useless. As the second count reached 10 Leoni was conscious, but just barely. The ref announced 4th round to Miya, seconds, you have 2 minutes to prepare Leoni for her breasts blows. She’s taken 5 counts so will receive 5 blows to the breast’.
Ropes were already dangling from the ring and Jim and Helen were doing there best with a groggy Leoni. With 30 seconds remaining they eased her to her feet and on wobbly legs they helped her to the centre of the ring. The ref checked that she was properly aware and then allowed her arms to be fixed above her head. With unsteady legs Leoni was having difficulty keeping her legs on the marks so the ref signalled for foot restraints. Finally Leoni was prepared and the ref announced. ‘Penalty blow, Leoni it is 15 seconds past the time I allowed. Strictly speaking I should allow a penalty blow for each 10 seconds or part thereof but I am tempted to award the second blow against one of your seconds.. this is a final warning to you all, seconds and fighters, I will not be so lenient in the future.’ With that the ref approached Leoni, who for all the world looked like the proverbial maiden about to be sacrificed, arms held stretched out above her head, legs spread and tied apart, The Witch doctor…erm sorry, that should be… ‘ref’ slipped a finger down the side of Leoni’s shorts and stretched the material away from her body and started to cut down the outside leg, the stretchy material peeling away revealing Leoni’s thigh and a hint of knicker, but with enough grip from the other leg to remain mostly in place. Then the ref cut down the other side and Leoni’s pants slowly peeled away to reveal a small pair of tight knickers that came to about an inch above her mound – this was easy to judge as sweat soaked as they were they were almost completely transparent. Miya regarded this with glee, no longer would she be so restricted with her punches the accuracy of most of these could be attested to by the almost untouched nature of leoni’s flesh as it was now revealed. Above the old waistband of her shorts there were many blotches and bruises but below was lovely and unblemished.. but, for how long?
‘Miya you will have 60 seconds for each blow to alternate breasts, time starts now’. As the clock started to count down the ringside cameras played up and down Leoni’s body. As the cameras reached her breasts a split screen compared her breasts from the beginning of the fight to now. There were a small chatter from the audience. With 2 bras already discarded and dangling above Leoni’s corner it was obvious that she’d taken much punishment to the breasts and now the cameras showed a 3rd bra that was been stretched and looked at least a size too small. There was a bit of a spread bet going on as to how many actual sizes she’d swollen by, and would end up at, as well as chatter about whether these 6 punches would finish her. The one constant was Leoni’s nipples, huge at the start they were still proudly trying to force their way through the bra, a bulls eye for Miya’s fist to aim at.
With 30 seconds still remaining Miya drove her right fist as hard as she could, up into the base of Leoni’s left breast. Leoni groaned and shook in the ropes as Miya calmly stepped back preparing for the next blow. This time she waited until almost 55 seconds was showing before repeating the same shot to Leoni’s right breast. Again a groan from Leoni as she absorbed the pain but with barely a pause and only 3 seconds on the clock Miya pounded into her left breast, again the same shot driven hard into the underside of the breast driving it up and crushing it against Leoni’s torso, immediately Miya drove into the right again, the last 3 shots coming in less than 10 seconds, with the last bow forcing an anguished ‘no’ from Leoni. Now, with 2 shots remaining Miya paused. Would she repeat the same blow to the base of Leoni’s breast, or drive her fist straight into the breast? Leoni meanwhile was shaking and trembling with pain and anticipation. Miya this time let the clock run down before crashing her fist straight into Leoni’s left breast, drawing the loudest yell yet from Leoni. Again the clock ticked down as Leoni waited in torment for the last blow. Miya waited and waited until with 55 seconds she drove her fist straight into Leoni’s right breast.
For a moment Leoni hung, head down, with the thud of Miya’s glove and her own piercing shriek still ringing around the auditorium. Then her gloves were released and she sank quickly to the ring floor arms cradling her bruised and battered breasts whilst Miya left the ring to prepare for the next round, still stooped over from the low blow she’d recently received. Meanwhile Jim and Helen quickly rushed to attend to Leoni.
So, the fight was now all square, but the betting seemed to be going with Miya, after all she now had the momentum. But some punters noticed how stooped over she was and wondered whether the 3 low blows she’d received might yet be her undoing. On the other hand Leoni had just lost a desperate round with her breasts taking terrible punishment. Could she take any more? And now that she’d lost her shorts Miya’s reputation as a body puncher perhaps gave her an edge. Time would tell. As the ref announced the 10 minute round break one thing all punters agreed on was that the next round would likely be the decisive round.
Round 5 to follow
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