Sorry, unfortunately VERY BUSY at present; hence not here as often as I’d like.
But here’s another sexy, tough boxing story from my dear friend, Tom – thanks, Tom!!!
Hope you all enjoy! Please comment: as you know writers find it encouraging if they are complimented!
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Kayla
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Kayla vs. Gillian by Tom
You rarely see a stranger at the local beach. So when a stunning young woman turned up one day, tongues wagged. The first thing I noticed was how tiny and low-cut her bikini panties were. “Does she shave bare?” I whispered to Kayla. Kayla merely shrugged her shoulders. She no doubt recalled that I think that there’s nothing like nuzzling into a nice bush - heaven knows, I’ve nuzzled into hers often enough.
A few days later this stunning woman turned up at Toni Ann’s gym. Toni Ann’s is a friendly place as athletes who are working out on adjacent pieces of equipment chat back and forth. It turned out that Gillian was a swimmer ‘on the way up’ who moved to the area because of the training opportunities. She overheard some of the women discussing the fights that take place at Toni Ann’s. Curious, she asked Toni Ann what was the deal.
“It’s called Super-Extreme for a reason. It is true no-holds-barred boxing. The entire body below the shoulders is a target. Punches and kicks are used as are elbow and knee strikes. The fight continues until one woman submits. If a fighter is knocked unconscious, the timing is suspended while I revive her. The fighters usually fight in the nude.”
“What’s the attraction?” asked Gillian.
“The women who participate are those who don’t think a sport worth engaging in unless one of the issues is surmounting pain. They find the competitive experience more intense when they put their bodies on the line.”
“I’d like to try”.
“Do you know how to box?” asked Toni Ann.
“Well, no”, replied Gillian. “Can I get lessons?”
Toni Ann looked into Gillian’s eyes and sensed how serious she was. “I’ve done a lot of fighting”, said Toni Ann. “I’ll teach you. You should also be aware that the terms of a fight usually include some provision for the loser to place herself at the winner’s mercy. The winner then inflicts her favorite forms of sexual torture and humiliation on the loser.”
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“I’ve read about ways women can inflict pain on other women and I’ve wondered what it would be like to torture someone that way”.
“You might lose”, Toni Ann reminded her.
I’m no prude. I’m sure I could get through it”.
“Understand that if you’re on the receiving end, it’s a matter of honor to endure. Screaming in pain is acceptable, begging for mercy is shameful”.
“I still want to try”, said Gillian.
Toni Ann shrugged her shoulders and took Gillian into a small room off the main gym. It contained nothing but a speed bag and a heavy bag. “We’ll train in here, in private. You’ll be getting into the ring against a more experienced woman and maybe the only edge you’ll have is that your opponent won’t know what you can do. And no sparring, part of the challenge is that the first time you take a punch will be for real in the ring.”
Toni Ann spent two hours a day for the next three days with her new student. She became proficient at punching with both hands as well as kicking. Thanks to her high level of fitness, Toni Ann had no doubt that punches and kicks would be hard. She now turned her mind to the matter of a suitable opponent. She knew that there was only one answer. Kayla was a world-class athlete and would have the strength and fitness to give Gillian a good fight. When she saw that Kayla had finished her workout, she took Gillian over Kayla and introduced her. She explained that Gillian wanted to try Super-Extreme Fighting and that she felt that Kayla would be good match. Never one to turn down the chance to fight, Kayla nodded in agreement.
“Come on”, said Kayla, “Let’s get something to drink.” Kayla grabbed two bottles of seltzer water and led Gillian to a table near the ring.
“Congratulations on your medals at the Commonwealth Games. You must be fit to swim so many events.”
“Thank you”, answered Gillian. “But I need to improve which is why I moved here.”
“Did Toni Ann explain about the penalty phase?” asked Kayla.
“Yes, she did. I’m serious about this fight. Would twenty-four hours be OK?”
Kayla nodded agreement. “You’re staying in a hostel-right? Not a good place for the kind of torture I have in mind.”
Gillian interrupted, “I might win, you know”.
“If you do, I expect to be tortured to the limit of my endurance because that’s what I’ll do to you. Regardless of who wins, let’s hold the penalty phase at my place. The loser can get a good night sleep. If we fight Friday evening, she’ll have recovered from the fight by Saturday morning. The twenty-four hours will begin then.”
“I do have one concern. I’m uncomfortable about fighting in the nude”, said Gillian.
“Nudity is an integral part of it, replied Kayla.” Gillian frowned.
“There is a way”, said Kayla, “the strip fight. We start out wearing bikinis. Breasts become a legal target only when you remove your opponent’s bra, vagina when you strip off her panties.
Kayla told me the news that night, after our usual mad round of passion.
“I remember we saw her at the beach. She showed some cleavage so her boobs are probably worth pounding. What I really noticed is how tiny her panties were. I wonder if she shaves herself bare”, I said.
“If she does, I promise that I will use every vaginal torture I know on her”. Kayla knows how much I enjoy a proper bush. In gratitude, I slid under the covers, covered her bush with kisses and went on tongue patrol again.
Over the next couple of days Kayla made sure to work on the heavy bag. Although she knew that this would be Gillian’s first fight, she respected her general fitness and athleticism and took seriously Gillian’s willingness to accept such a long penalty phase.
When Friday came, Kayla had her usual light meal in mid-afternoon and she, Heather and I went to the gym. Kayla stripped and Heather gave her a massage. When Toni Ann stuck her head into the room and told us that Gillian was ready, we went to the ring. Toni Ann had arranged for Marissa to be Gillian’s second. She summoned the two women to the center of the ring.
“Just a reminder about the rules. Three minute rounds with one minute rests. This is a strip fight. You must remove your opponent’s bra before pulling off her panties. Only after removing the garment are her breasts and vagina targets. Punches, kicks, knees and elbows may be used. Nothing above the shoulders. Fight until one of you submits. If one of you is knocked unconscious, timing of the round will be suspended while I revive you. If, at the end of a round, one of you is tangled in the ropes, I will untangle her. Otherwise, it’s up to you to get back to your corner. Understood?”
Kayla and Gillian nodded, shook hands and returned to their corners. The bell rang for round one.
Kayla’s stance was sloppy. Gillian had no trouble landing a hook to the ribs and a straight belly smash. Kayla winced slightly-apparently both punches hurt.
“Toni Ann trained you well”, said Kayla as she tightened up her guard and nailed Gillian SMACK with a hard kick to the back of the right thigh. Gillian fought aggressively. Kayla backed up as she blocked or avoided Gillian’s punches. Several times she stopped to slam a kick into the right thigh and once she nailed Gillian square on the navel with a pair of smashes. Gillian grunted as each punch landed and flashed Kayla a smile. “You hit as hard as your reputation says”.
Kayla acknowledged the compliment with a nod, hooked Gillian’s ribs and backed off. Several more kicks produced a pink blotch on the back of the right thigh and she was starting to limp. The bell rang to end round one.
I gave Kayla my usual warning to be careful. “She’s a natural and I’m afraid she can take a lot of punishment”.
Kayla remarked, “She’s sure got stomach muscles”.
“So get her bra and panties off and pound her”, I whispered. The bell rang for round two.
We had noticed Marissa massaging Gillian’s thigh between rounds. She did a good job because Gillian was no longer limping. In fact, she realized the value of kicks and opened the round by kicking Kayla in the right thigh. SMACK. Kayla winced.
Of course her legs would be strong.
Another kick and Kayla figured she’d better change tactics. So she pushed close to Gillian so that their breasts were almost touching.
Thanks to her inexperience, Gillian was confused about how to punch with a target so close. Kayla was not and gave Gillian’s ribs a hard beating with an occasional stomach smash. Gillian managed to land a couple of stomach punches but generally came out badly on the exchange. I was struck by the loud SMACK of the belly shots versus the lack of expression change on the women’s faces. It had been a while since Kayla was up against a stomach as tough as her own.
Between rounds, I again reminded her at least to take off Gillian’s bra and begin the breast torture. “A rookie usually gets upset when her sexual places are attacked”, I whispered.
“Don’t count on it”, answered Kayla, “this one is a tough broad”. I massaged the back of her thigh just as Marissa had done for Gillian. The bell rang for round three.
Gillian and Kayla both came out swinging. The room echoed to the THWACK’s of stomach punches landing as each pounded the other’s midsection. Neither thought of defense, neither thought of kicks. They simply pounded each other’s stomachs until the bell ended the round. As they backed away from each other, they exchanged grins as if to say ‘Nice body, I’ll be back”.
“Dammit, take her bra”, I hissed. “You’ll have fun torturing those breasts” Kayla nodded. The bell rang for round four.
The women closed on each other prepared for another round of belly-pounding. But Kayla, bless her ruthless heart, grabbed Gillian’s right wrist out of the air and put a hammerlock on her. She unhooked Gillian’s bra and pulled it off. Then she tripped Gillian, landed on top of her when she fell to the mat and quickly tied her wrists behind her with her own bra. I grinned to myself as I visualized the beating Kayla was about to inflict. True to form, Kayla placed Gillian so that her nipples lay on the top rope. Kayla slid her opponent to the left. Gillian could not stop from screaming as the rope flayed her tits. I knew what was coming next.
This time Kayla placed her so that she was in effect hanging from the top rope by her boobs. Kayla pushed down on Gillian’s shoulders so that the flesh on the tender underside of her breasts was flayed. Kayla then placed her so that her tied arms were over the ropes. She faced Kayla defenseless. She smiled a little and stuck out her tongue as if to say “I can take your best”. Kayla returned the smile and SMACK SMACK started pounding her belly. The sound of the punches landing echoed around the gym. Gillian grimaced in pain but she didn’t cry out. Somehow her stomach muscles lasted the round. When the bell rang, Toni Ann took her off the ropes, untied her and threw the bra away.
“Nice work. Now take the panties and work on her pussy”. Kayla nodded. She enjoyed dishing out vaginal torture. The bell rang for round five.
Gillian seemed a bit confused to be fighting bare-breasted, especially since Kayla began the round by doing nothing but jabbing her very sore boobs. She maneuvered Gillian into a corner, leaned in so that their boobs were actually touching and let fly with a vicious series of punches to Gillian’s ribs. This time I could hear the soft THUD of the punches landing. Just before the bell, she stepped back and yanked Gillian’s panties off.
“Next round is going to hurt”, hissed Kayla as she tossed the panties out of the ring. I had assumed that, because her panties were so skimpy, Gillian shaved bare. Since I relish a proper bush, I had made Kayla promise to make her pay. Actually, to my surprise, she had a bush that was trimmed very low - maybe a compromise between her and her boyfriend.
“She’s not bare”, whispered Kayla, “but I’ll hurt her pussy anyway”. The bell rang for round six.
I don’t know what was going through Gillian’s mind. Even though she was nude, even though her breasts must have felt like they were on fire, she put her fists up and advanced towards Kayla. Kayla started dancing a bit to throw Gillian off even more and threw hard, darting jabs at Gillian’s already-tortured breasts. She grimaced as each landed on the raw flesh but she did not cry out. Gillian tried the trick of grabbing Kayla’s wrist. But the more experienced Kayla reversed it and got Gillian into a hammerlock. She pulled Gillian’s arm up until Gillian was lifted off her feet supported only by the hold-a Flying Hammerlock.
