Maria fist fights Sharon again
By Striker
It was 3 weeks since I had witnessed Sharon being beaten down by Maria, and the Italian girl had been emailing and phoning me persistently with her proposals for the agreed rematch. My first thoughts were of concern that my young blonde beauty may not yet be fit enough to go the distance again with the experienced Maria. After all the Italian girl had beaten her up quite badly, though much of her work had centred on Sharon 's trim little waist and tummy. I let Maria know that in principle I agreed with her wishes but that Sharon needed a further week to recover if she was to pose a credible threat. Maria agreed and the date and venue were set. I made sure that Sharon took her centrefold body down to her fitness club and worked on it, which she duly did, much to the delight of the members of the club. They had the pleasure of seeing the 5'6” blonde beauty honing her perfect 36D” 23” 35” body on the various pieces of exercise equipment, and using the free weights. By the time of the rematch with Maria Sharon had almost convinced herself that she would take the Italian this time round. She was certainly confident in her physical shape. This suited me fine. Sharon had demonstrated amazing fitness and durability in the first fight, together with an obstinate refusal to give up. She had lacked, and still did, any experience in the use of her fists, the real physical strength Maria had in her upper arms, and the ability to defend against a skilled fist fighter. Her wrestling skills were good, but against Maria it had simply not been enough.
We could only wait and see how she would fare for a second time against the potent Italian woman.
Maria's demands had been straightforward. She wanted to be allowed one second to assist in preparation otherwise total privacy. She liked the oil, and wished to fight in the oil pit again, only with some modifications. This time posts were to be erected in each corner and ropes strung between them much as there might be in a professional wrestling or boxing ring. She wanted Sharon bikini clad, and demanded a 40 minutes duration rather than the half hour of their first fight. I had already accepted the terms when I made them known to Sharon at work, and she acknowledged them with a nod of her head. She told me that this time she would not disappoint me. It made me smile. “As long as you go the distance Sharon you will have done well. This is all good for you” I told her, and she gave me a dazzling smile almost melting my heart.
I was surprised when on the night of the fight I saw that Maria's second was not the guy I had met at the first fight, but another woman, a very attractive looking woman too. I was introduced to Chrissie, Maria's sister while Sharon went to change into her bikini. A pleasure it was too, since Chrissie was equally as athletically attractive as her younger sister, with similar long dark hair, and olive brown skin. It was clear that Maria was in perfect shape, her black bikini exposing a perfectly toned but curvaceous body, with powerful arms and shoulders, and strong looking legs. We didn't say much, there was no need. I almost gasped out loud as Sharon came into view. Maria was very pretty, but Sharon was drop dead gorgeous. Her playboy centrefold body and model face put her in that rare 10 out of 10 category so very rarely seen, let alone in the fight scene. I could never quite believe that this stunning 23 year old woman would put herself on the line for me in this way but I was not about to question it now. She slid gracefully into the oil pit and knelt facing Maria, sweeping her lustrous blonde hair back from her face with one slender hand, the white bikini I had chosen was so sheer that it looked as if it had been spray painted on to her breasts. Sharon never looked totally comfortable in such a skimpy costume but it seemed to please Maria whose eyes were feasting on the young blonde in front of her, greedily drinking in Sharon's sleek shapely thighs, the sensuous curves of her hips and lower abdomen, the glistening slender ribcage and those amazing firm round breasts….she even gave a soft whistle of appreciation causing my girl to blush a little. Outside the pit Chrissie eased herself closer to look over Sharon in her bikini, smiling at Maria and saying something I didn't understand in Italian. Maria laughed in response and then looked at me. “She is mine yes, for 40 minutes. It is what we agreed yes?” It wasn't exactly as I would have put it but I answered yes of course, and tapped my watch. “40 minutes from now Maria.”
Sharon surprised me, and her opponent, by suddenly looping her right arm out and curling it around Maria's neck, snaking it under the mane of black hair. As she squeezed, her left arm moved to pin Maria's right arm to her side, but she could do nothing about Maria's left arm.
The Italian reached up and grabbed Sharon by her jaw forcing her head back slowly until the blonde was eventually forced to release her hold. A second later Maria's right fist smacked into Sharon 's oiled tummy. My girl took the punch fairly well and even managed to retaliate with a swing at Maria's ribs. The dark haired girl expertly caught the blonde's wrist and twisted it viciously, suddenly wrenching Sharon 's wrist and then the length of her slim bare arm. Maria jerked on the slender arm three times before hauling the blonde to her feet retaining the arm bar. She was angry at allowing Sharon the first move and was determined to show her sister what she was capable of. With a grunt of exertion Maria wrenched the arm behind the blonde's flawless back into a perfect back hammer bringing a squeal of pain from the younger woman. Sharon was desperate to free herself, and tried to turn into the hold to ease the pain, taking a knee into her left thigh as she did.
Maria used her superior strength to jerk Sharon around the ring in the back hammer, before slinging her down into the oil. Sharon landed on her belly and slewed across the pit unable to prevent herself crunching into the unforgiving pit wall. A little dazed. Sharon took a few seconds to come to her senses before she looked around to locate her opponent. Maria was already poised to attack, and took the opportunity to slice a few kicks into Sharon 's body as the blonde struggled to her knees. These were deliberate targeted kicks thudding into Sharon 's thighs. Once she had Sharon on her knees the Italian reached down with her left hand and took a tight grip on a handful of blonde hair, pulling down on it and tipping Sharon 's face upwards. The right arm drew back; fist balled, and was held for a few seconds as Maria made sure Sharon 's face was in the right position. Then the fist lashed down and smashed across Sharon 's pretty face jolting it abruptly to the side, immediately opening up a cut along the blonde's left cheekbone. Before Sharon could recover Maria allowed her arm to follow through, then whipped it back, cracking her back hand across Sharon 's mouth and jolting my girl's head to the other side. The blow burst open Sharon 's lower lip, and blood began to seep from the wound, joining the trickle of blood from the cheek. In this way Maria continued to pummel Sharon 's model face with punches and back hands, with blood and oil beginning to spray into the air with each snap of Sharon 's head to left and right. What a sight this was, my girl on her knees at the feet of the brunette, her face being systematically pulverised.
Maria's punches were draining Sharon 's strength, hurting her, leaving her weak and sluggish. This was terrible. In the midst of her horror she could not believe that the fight had turned so badly for her already. She could taste her own blood in her mouth, and knew that it was only a matter of time before her left eye closed leaving her blind to attacks from this side. She must fight free but Maria was so powerful. Even as Sharon was thinking of some way to improve her somewhat desperate position Maria used her handful of blonde hair to drag my gorgeous young assistant to her feet in centre ring. There, she enjoyed a few moments just looking the blonde over as she struggled on unsteady legs.
Bravely Sharon tried to focus on Maria but she was shocked and hurt. Her body was not properly responding. She saw Maria clench her fists again, and start to move on the balls of her feet. With a low sigh and after a wipe of her blonde hair away from her bleeding face Sharon made a real effort and slowly raised her arms in a guard. She saw the Italian lower a shoulder and in anticipation of the punch swayed to her left. Maria laughed, and curled her right fist under Sharon 's guard and sent it thudding into the girl's oiled tummy, her ploy having paid off. Once on the offensive Maria was unstoppable. She slammed another right into Sharon 's navel, and then drove two clubbing lefts into the blonde's sleek glistening ribcage. Sharon took the tummy punches having tautened her toned muscles in time, but the rib punches hurt her. She groaned in pain and tried to turn away, but Maria had other ideas, and went for Sharon 's oiled tummy again, brushing the blonde's arms aside she began to concentrate on this part of Sharon 's anatomy, ripping punches with both fists directly into Sharon 's navel. How Sharon was able to remain on her feet while Maria hit her I do not know, but somehow she stood there and allowed Maria to work on her tummy. More than a dozen unanswered punches thudded into that sexy oiled tummy before Sharon 's knees buckled, and with a low moan the blonde sagged to the pit floor clutching her weakened 23” waist. Now Maria looked unbeatable, having it seemed, already reduced her younger opponent to the status of her personal punching bag. What a punching bag Sharon made with that gorgeously sexy body bathed in oil and prepared in such a tiny bikini. Maria was clearly enjoying punching this “centrefold” bikini clad body.
Maria's sister I noticed had become much more animated at the sight of Maria punching Sharon 's body, encouraging her to give the pretty blonde more of the same. I remained quiet, spell bound at the sight of the amazing Italian girl dominating the beautiful blonde.
A measure of Maria's total dominance was her ability to allow Sharon almost half a minute to recover a little before resuming her brutal assault. This time she allowed the blonde to crawl to her hands and knees then sliced a kick into her unprotected belly sending Sharon squealing and sliding across the pit covering her body in more oil in the process. Maria moved gracefully across the ring, hips swaying sexily, her firm ass cheeks glistening. She stood above Sharon, who turned her face upwards almost in supplication. Maria whispered something to her and kicked Sharon onto her back, exposing the blonde's weakened tummy. I saw the look of resignation on Sharon 's face as Maria lifted a shapely leg. The wet sounding “Smack” of Maria's foot stomping down onto Sharon 's bare tummy echoed around the arena. That had to hurt her. It did. No matter how toned the 23” waist was, it was not designed to withstand the barrage of punches, kicks, and now stomps beating into it. Sharon made a curious gurgling sound and rolled to one side, spittle dribbling from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the drying blood on her chin. Sharon was looking well and truly beaten now, and if she had been given an opportunity to give, I think she would have done, no matter how brave she is. The rules did not allow submission though. It was a simple time limit fight, and Maria had 27 more minutes to work on Sharon , ample opportunity to beat the blonde to a pulp if she wished.
Maria's eyes dazzled as she took a few deep breaths as she regarded Sharon 's weak attempts to get to her feet. “Let me help you darling!” she said reaching down as Sharon reached her knees, and closing her hands eagerly on the blonde's bikini top. Taking a hold on the bikini and its contents, Maria hauled Sharon upwards drawing a strangled scream from the overmatched blonde. The strain on the bikini top was simply too much for the sheer fabric, and as Maria withdrew her hands the material shredded, and Sharon 's perfectly shaped breasts sprung free. “mmmmm…..” said Maria staring at Sharon 's breasts in delight, “Do you remember me saying I was saving these for the rematch darling?”
Maria toyed with Sharon 's breasts, jiggling them both in her hands and judging their firmness, while the dazed blonde struggled to recover her senses. I watched as Maria lead the now topless blonde to her corner, wondering what she was planning. In Italian she spoke softly to her sister, who responded excitedly and moved to the very edge of the pit within inches of the half naked blonde. While Maria held Sharon from behind by her upper arms Chrissie lapped up some oil in the palms of her hands and began to massage it into Sharon 's perfect breasts. She slowly worked the oil into each delicious breast, using both the palms of her hands and her fingers to knead the oil into the firm breast meat. Sharon moaned and squirmed at the first touch but a sharp wrench on her arms by Maria taught her not to resist. Sharon could feel Maria's bikini top pressed against her bare back, the firm breast flesh mushrooming against her flawless silky skin. Chrissie was making soft sexy noises as she eagerly continued her work massaging and kneading the luscious breast flesh thrusting from the blonde's sleek glistening ribcage. She twirled the turret like nipples between her fingers, tracing her sharp nails across the aureoles, raking them across the sensitive nipple flesh. Maria smiled at her, dipping her lips to tenderly kiss the nape of Sharon 's neck. I could hardly believe what I was witnessing. Were these two beautiful Italian girls going to rape Sharon ? It was not part of the deal, and I hoped that I would not be called upon to intervene.
I need not have worried since Maria ended the brief interlude in the fight, by suddenly driving her knee up into the exquisite glistening left cheek of Sharon 's curvaceous firm ass. The blonde gasped in pain, her head tipping backwards. Maria held her firm by her upper arms, fingers clawing into Sharon 's arm muscles, and repeated the move. Again the knee drove up into that rubbery firm cheek, while at the same time Chrissie released Sharon's breasts and moved back to watch her sister in action on the blonde.
The Italian repeatedly worked the back of Sharon 's left thigh with her knee until the blonde collapsed in a heap at her feet. Releasing her hold on Sharon Maria walked around the sobbing blonde, taking the opportunity to stomp down on Sharon 's oiled tummy when she had the chance and causing Sharon to arch her back and roll onto her side while gurgling. Maria hauled Sharon to her feet and let go, surprised that the blonde could still stand.
Maria felt good fighting Sharon . It was fun to get the chance to beat up beautiful younger women, and Sharon was one of the most attractive women she had ever met. She relished the thrill of beating her fists into such a sleek smooth female body, enjoying the sounds they made, delighting in the soft sexy cries that her fists prised from the girl.
Sharon on the other hand had never been in a fight like this before. She could wrestle, and hold her own against similar sized opponents, but she was not designed to be a fist fighter, and the experienced Italian was simply taking her apart. Her strength lay in her mental durability. She would endure the pain and suffering as she had promised to go the distance, and she would not allow Maria to knock her out. That was Sharon 's focus now. All thought of victory, or even of physical defence had been ended by those Italian fists. This fight was all about pride and survival.
Maria slowly circled Sharon , fists raised in a boxer's stance. Sharon tried her best to raise her guard but she felt weak and light headed. She saw Maria's jab coming and her mind screamed at her body to react but it was too sluggish. The taller woman's fist stabbed into her face jolting her head back and reopening the cut on her cheek. Before Sharon had re focused Maria had curled her right fist up into the underside of Sharon 's left breast, punching up into the glistening round orb. The punch set the breast shimmering, but it was so firm it hardly lost any shape at all as it was struck. Sharon screamed this time, out loud, and struggled to control the pain. Maria licked her lips and smacked a right cross into the left side of the same oiled breast, her knuckles skidding across the glistening breast and nipple, sending oil droplets spraying into the air. This brought another cry from those kissable lips as Sharon bravely stood her ground, stubbornly refusing to try to run or even turn away. Maria realised, and dipped her lips close to Sharon 's ear, “Shall we see how many you can take Sharon ?”
The blonde shivered inside but her gaze never left Maria's face as she fought hard to hold back tears.
Maria took careful aim, and hooked her right fist into Sharon 's left breast with a little gasp of pure pleasure. The knuckles smacked across the centre of the glistening mound, taking the light brown nipple an inch into the firm breast meat. With barely a second to drink in the pleasure, Maria unleashed her left fist at Sharon's right breast, smacking her knuckles up into its lower curve, delighting in seeing the perfect breast spring immediately back into shape.
No matter how tough Sharon was mentally and no matter how firm and resilient her gorgeous breasts, she knew that she would soon be unable to stand and take many more punches to her breasts. She gasped again as Maria's right fist drove her left nipple into her oiled breast, and again as her right breast was smacked from the side by Maria's left. Sharon began to slowly back pedal while Maria followed, lashing punches into each of Sharon 's full round breasts, splattering oil from the luscious mounds. Sharon felt the cool material of the ring post against her flawless back and with a sigh settled back against it. She couldn't even muster the strength to raise her arms in any sort of protection of her breasts. The effect of the post was that she arched back against it, effectively tautening her tummy and thrusting her vulnerable firm breasts out from her sleek ribcage just right for Maria to punch. The Italian was nearly drooling. She ripped several more precision punches into the nipples on each breast, her clenched fists driving the sensitive turrets of nipple flesh an inch or more into the resilient breast meat. Sharon 's breasts felt like balls of fire, but still she fought back the urge to close her eyes and let the pain overwhelm her. With a glare of rage Maria continued to lash Sharon 's naked breasts, punching them from all angles, pounding each firm round globe into the blonde's slender ribcage. Swaying her shoulders the Italian's fists took up a rhythmic pattern on Sharon 's oiled torso, her hard knuckles churning over the soft smooth flesh, making the younger woman's gorgeous body dance. The punches began to move down from the breasts to the tummy, the sound of fists thudding into smooth female skin reverberating around the empty arena. Before Maria finished Sharon , she took the blonde's legs, and forcing each out wide, trapped each of Sharon 's thighs in the ropes to either side of her torso. Doing the same with the girls arms, Maria effectively secured Sharon tight against the post, with her sleek legs and arms twisted tightly in the ropes. The Italian glanced at me and at the watch. There were 7 minutes left.
The brutality of that final 7 minutes still leaves me in shock. I witnessed Maria pulverise Sharon 's breasts and belly with punch after unanswered punch. Even that was not enough. More punches beat into Sharon 's model face, cutting her open repeatedly until her pretty face became a gory red mask. The finishing blows were landed with merciless brutality on Sharon 's crotch, punch after punch and knee after knee smashing the blonde's clitoris against her pubic bone. With her face battered to pulp, her breasts and tummy on fire, and a sick deep nausea rising from her guts Sharon passed out. Even so, Maria continued to pound her fists into the blonde's limp body for the final 30 seconds, her every fibre driven by a wild lust to pound Sharon into oblivion.
I could describe Maria's celebrations as she dragged Sharon 's limp body around the ring leaving a red trail as she went. The way her sister Chrissie responded, and the things they did to Sharon after the end of the fight. I certainly was not about to stop them. They gorged themselves on Sharon until their lust was satiated, until taking away their dripping dildos they spoke to me very nicely, thanked me for the fight, and promised to be in touch.
I decided to look around for new talent, and to employ a serious trainer for Sharon . If she was ever to fight again, she would have to learn to fight with her fists.
