Here is part 2 written by me. Please feel free to leave comments and suggest what should happen next. Read Chapter 1 here:
The Trial Chapter 1
On the RopesInstantaneously, Kim's toned frame morphed into an angular mass of weaponry as the predatory leopard made good on her plan to deny Tara a second's rest. Sweating but not yet panting, Tara sidestepped her adversary as Kim's leather clad fist flew past her face.
MMA Gloves . . . the plot thickens.
Tara managed to get off two unguarded blows to the side of Kim's abdomen. "Biff … Biff", Tara let the blonde feel what two years of officer training felt like. The lean blonde winced ever so slightly as she brought her elbow down in time to knock Tara's third shot harmlessly into her thigh. As she swiveled to face her buxom opponent, Kim swung out a stinging backfist that skewed Tara's focus by a full ninety degrees as her slightly blushed cheeks flapped away some newly assembled perspiration.
Tara raised her right arm just in time to block the follow up hook but before she could respond in kind, the unruly blonde dug her glossy pink nails into her her layered hair and hauled her towards the ropes. Kim let out a an almost sexual grunt as she tossed her larger opponent into the coarse ropes that had just seen Kelly Ann fly over only moments ago. Tara flinched as the worn leather grazed a glowing red line onto the tanned olive skin that hugged her ribcage almost as a first skin. The redhead grabbed the top rope with her flailing right glove, barely managing to hook it over the barrier. Anticipating follow-up, Tara rolled her back along the top rope just managing to avoid a savage overhead punch destined for her temple had she not acted.
Predictable
The relentless blonde swung a left hook that Tara evaded, again by rolling along the rope. Kim moved in on her prey as Tara desperately tried to avoid her well aimed strikes. Tara finally steadied herself as Kim continued to stalk her opponent, backing her into the corner. The blonde unwittingly paused. What the hell were those things attached to her opponent's chest? Resisting the urge to ogle at Tara's show-stopping bust for a few more seconds, Kim submitted a bitchy look of disgust as her assessment of the gravity-defying paradox that she had just tracked into the corner. In a flash, Tara rejected the scrutiny and the contempt as her silver latex glove pledged Kim a look at her own disapproval before it smashed her face.
Tara thrust out of her pen leading with a roughneck swing of her brawny left. The galactic 4oz silver pom-pom struck like lightning upon Kim's ascending breast mashing it into her ribcage. "Uuuugh!". Kim took until ring center to steady herself but by the hunter was now the hunted. Give me a T! The other pom-pom cannoned Kim's guard into her jailbait profile numbing her lips as they retracted into her teeth. Tara snuck a temple-bashing hook around Kim's screen. A hazy look came across the blonde's face as she dropped her guard and retreated into the ropes. The blur disappeared and reappeared to reveal her own distorted image again as Tara planted more silver onto Kim's face. The dizzy blonde ricocheted off the ropes into a hair-raising haymaker from the raging redhead. It silenced the crowd, it silenced the blonde, Kim was on one knee spitting blood.
Against Kelly Ann, it was a courtesy but against this cocky bitch, backing off to her corner was nothing short of an arrogant taunt.
The tenacious blonde glared daggers at her as she rose to her feet within seconds of being downed. Tara looked down at the perky hooters on Kim's chest.
B-Cups, this shouldn't take long.
A cocky smile graced the officer's face as she baited Kim into inspecting her own rack. A few heel clicks and she was ready to finish the job at ring center. Not so fast, Kim arrived with presents. An unexpected straight left zoomed through Tara's guard, landing flush on her nose. Gifted a follow-up. Kim salivated as she buried a hard right cross into Tara's idle left breast, briefly stripping it of its prestigious DDD status as it retracted towards its owner's torso.
I'll pretend it hurt.
Mildly aggravated, Tara retaliated with a series of jabs. Blondie was too nimble though, managing to matador each one. Tara didn't let up, this time a giant haymaker that might have ended the fight there and then. Might have . . . True to her senses, the seasoned blonde fighter gracefully sidestepped the punch as Tara followed through right past her.
With her back to the blonde now, Tara impulsively stiffened her body in preparation for the impending retaliation as she came to a halt. Kim's expression shifted to evil as she dropped to her knees before launching a coarse leather rocket right up between Tara's toned stocky pins. The entire audience braced themselves on behalf of the oblivious redhead, momentarily muted by Kim's iniquitous move.
Lift off. Kim's fist belted Tara's sweat-soaked silver shorts with a resounding thwack as Kim momentarily sent the spacegirl into orbit . Tara's maybelline enhanced face contorted as she felt the corrupt leather tenderise her womanhood, the yells and howls filling the club only serving to remind her that the underworld it seemed, was not going down without a fight - a dirty fight.
Just ... keep standing …
The short-lived shock that ran through her body was enough to negate the officer's spirit and as Tara's gloves fell south so did her knees, falling upon the ruthless concrete. The painful grunt fell second to panic as Kim's hands trolled Tara's scalp, savagely dragging the falling redhead back towards the ropes once more. Tara's intimidating leather clad feet attempted to dig their heels in but the blonde bushwhacker kept Tara in reverse right up to the fence. Kim raised her dangling opponent of the ground by her synthetic red tresses and iced the maneuver with a roughneck punch that smashed straight into Tara's nose and sent her ragdoll into ropes.
Tara collapsed on the ropes, her arms dangling over the top rope, her legs completely gone. Her head still spinning, she barely made out the sassy expression of her underhanded opponent admire her work. Blood started dripping onto her breasts, merging with the large beads of sweat that had emerged in testimony to the challenge Tara faced. This blonde was tough and was beginning to dominate her. Tara considered the possibility that next it might be her own tears streaming down her face and onto her bare breasts whilst her blonde opponent paraded around the ring in her vintage silver shorts. New beads of sweat started to form, the blonde advanced on the defenseless redhead and she was staring straight at Tara's prize assets with an evil look on her face.
"Let's see how tough these thing really are, shall we?"
Kim cocked back her fist to begin the interrogation, Tara's bladder begun to stir.
To be continued ...
Find more Tara stories here:
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"The Queen Bitch Part 5 - "Not So Tough"The Queen Bitch Part 6 - "Killer Instinct"
