Hunter King stalked about the boxing ring like a hungry predator waiting to move in for the kill. She could hear the fervent cheers of an audience ringing out loudly and unrestrained in her mind, even though no such adulation was physically audible to her ears. The young blonde knew that it had to be there, even if she couldn’t hear it; and even though she and her opponent were the only ones present in the room, there were plenty of people who could see her now in all of her glory. Such was the beauty of a livestream: with enough cameras set up to cover every angle of the ring, the entire fight had been captured in all its exquisite detail.
Hunter looked radiant in black trunks with pink trim, paired with a bright red set of gloves. She was covered in sweat, her chest heaved with labored breaths, and her face bore the marks of an intense battle, but none of these detracted from her beauty. After all, she was the one who was still standing in the end, while her opponent was the one currently lying face down and insensate on the canvas. However, even Hunter had to admit that the road to getting here had been far more arduous than she would initially have expected.
Who the heck was Amber Coney?
A big, bosomy brunette nobody, that’s who. This should have been just a simple tune-up match for Hunter, and Amber was supposed to have come into this fight to be little more than the blonde’s personal punching bag. But there was one thing about Amber that they’d neglected to mention to Hunter; something that even she had failed to notice when she first caught sight of the brunette stepping into the ring in her red trunks with white trim and red gloves. It was a solitary but important fact that became readily apparent when the two girls start trading leather:
Amber was built like a tank, and she could hit like one too.
The brunette fought her heart out and made the blonde pay for every inch of the ring that they had contested. She’d taken Hunter’s best punches and bounced back from punishment that would have ended most other girls’ nights. She got her fair share of licks in too, and the blonde would remember every trip to the canvas she’d taken this fight. Dominance had seesawed back and forth between them, but in the end Hunter had surpassed her limits while Amber had succumbed to hers.
Hunter watched and waited as Amber slowly started to come around. In a regulation bout, the brunette would have long since been counted out, but not so tonight. She was being given ample opportunity to try and push herself up off of the canvas, but the strength just wasn’t there. Hunter now stepped in to intervene, and she reached down to help tug the other girl up the rest of the way to her feet. Amber struggled weakly as she tried to resist the blonde’s clinched embrace; Hunter could hear the brunette’s drowsy moans and feel the other girl’s hulking rack press into her own. Such a picturesque scene was not meant to last – Hunter proceeded to push her opponent towards the nearest corner, marching her on unsteady legs until Amber’s back was pressed up against the turnbuckle. The blonde peeled the brunette’s limp arms away and hooked them over the top rope, leaving the other girl hanging like a marionette on display.
It was just Amber all alone in the ring with Hunter. Nobody was present to intervene on her behalf or stop the blonde from taking what she wanted. No one there to save her from what was about to come.
Left jab to right tit. Again. And again. Hunter’s punches darted out swiftly and landed with precision as they found the brunette’s nipples like a bullseye. The jabs brought Amber out of her stupor as she cringed in pain, but this was mere table setting for what was to come. Turning on her hips, Hunter now lashed out with a right cross that plowed into the brunette’s left breast with brute force. Hunter loved the way Amber’s breast felt as she flattened it with her gloved fist; the way that it sloshed against the brunette’s ribcage was equally intoxicating. Most invigorating of all was the sound of Amber’s voice as she screamed to the high heavens.
Hearing the anguished cry set Hunter off. Already standing toe to toe with the other girl, she unleashed with a furious torrent of punches. Violent hooks pounded offending rack like an unending drumbeat, one that was quickly accompanied by a continuous stream of loud shrieks and tortured wails. Amber’s eyes brimmed with tears as she stared pitifully at her tormentress, but there was no mercy to be found in the hardened gaze that Hunter returned – if anything, the brunette’s distress merely encouraged the blonde to pour it on that much more.
An uppercut plowed into the underside of Amber’s left breast, sending a jolt through her body. A new tone began to seep into her vocalizations as more such punches pumped into her chest: the brunette was sobbing with quit. Hunter had learned the hard way that Amber’s tough tits could take a beating, but even they could endure only so much unopposed punishment. The blonde coaxed what remaining strength she had left into her arms as she continued to punch, working her hardest to leave the brunette’s rack in ruins.
In the end, it was all too much. The unending rain of blows brought Amber to her pain threshold and pushed her to the brink of unconsciousness. Her body relaxed and started to slide down the turnbuckle as her voice grew quiet; her head slumped forward lifelessly while her mouthpiece slipped from her teeth and dribbled down to her feet. Hunter’s juglust was at last sated as she watched her opponent start to go out, and after taking one final swipe at the other girl’s tits, she stopped to survey the wreckage. The blonde had made her point emphatically, and it was doubtful that anyone would have been left unsatisfied by this outcome. However, a cruel smile soon crossed her lips as hit upon the perfect way to cap things off.
Hunter stepped in and hugged Amber tightly – she purred momentarily as she felt her bare breasts press against the brunette’s ransacked pair, but the pause was brief as she pulled her insensate foe off of the ropes and started walking her back to midring. Amber was a shambling wreck and tottered unsteadily as she was compelled to follow – a stiff breeze could likely have put her down at this point. As they arrived at their destination, Hunter spat out her own mouthguard and leaned in to give her opponent a kiss on the lips. There was no affection involved in this – just a last bit of fanservice for the stream and disrespectful reminder for Amber that there was nothing the blonde couldn’t take if she wanted.
The lip lock lasted for several precious seconds until Hunter shoved Amber away and let loose with a furious right cross to the other girl’s chin. The coup de grace landed with a violent head-swivel and felled the brunette for the final time, leaving her starfished at the blonde’s feet.
Standing tall and proud over her defeated adversary, Hunter lofted her arms high in the air for all to see. The fight had truly been one of the most brutal of her career thus far, but the payoff had been spectacular in the end. With it, she was sending a resounding message to anyone that would dare to face her or stand in her way.
Amber was the medium for that message.
