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TARA VS KELLY ANNThat day had started well for Kelly Ann. It was a sunny and nice day for going to the beach, and that place was perfect for steal the sunbather's bags or the swimmer's belongings. That area seemed to be an old military facility, and there were old semi-demolished buildings. The damaged walls were perfect for hiding behind and watching her victims. For pretending to be another more girl enjoying the beach, she wore a shiny pink nylon shorts, the top part of a pink bikini, and she was in barefoot.
She had earned so far eighty dollars. Kelly Ann had a badly paid work, and she stole only because it was an easy way to earn money. It was her hobby. She was not scared about being caught her red-handed. She was a skilled kickboxer and despite she was not very tall, her fists were powerful. She stole to women mainly, because if her victim noticed that she was being robbed and tried to avoid it, a couple of punches in her breasts would destroy her foe. That day, unfortunately, she had not punched any girl; she liked a lot, especially if they had big and nice breasts. She was full of complexes about her breasts, and she felt better punching other girls there.
She was so lucky that day. Kelly Ann found a bag alone, in a corner of an old building, and she ran to examining it. She opened and she found the usual female stuff. But she became amazed when she took a bra out of the bag. It must be of 40DDD size; that bitch's boobs must be really huge. She was not interested in bras, but in money, so she searched calmly and she found twenty three dollars and a nice sunglasses. And suddenly, at her back, she heard a female voice:
"Aha! Now, what do we have here? You are stealing a little bit, aren't you?"
Kelly Ann stood up quickly and gazed at the woman. Her huge boobs made understand Kelly Ann that she faced the owner of that bag. That bitch wore a black Leather micro-triangle bikini that covered only the minimum part of her body for not causing public indecency. It was difficult for her move the eyes away that bitch's impressive boobs. Kelly Ann tried to excuse herself:
"No, no. A friend of mine asked me to bring her some things from her bag and I thought that this was her bag. I'm sorry. I must go."
"Don't be so smart and before going, return me the money and the sunglasses."
"Damned bitch!" Kelly Ann thought. Probably, she was behind her during a time, for ensuring that she was being robbed. Kelly Ann flew into a rage and she challenged to her:
"If you are brave, take them from me!"
When Kelly Ann saw her approaching, she smiled wickedly. Using her kickboxing skills, went forward quickly and gave a punch in her foe's left breast with her entire strength. Her fist sank deeply in her flesh and the busty bitch groaned, but Kelly Ann became astonished because her foe did not floor, as happened usually. She rubbed her breast and she told, smiling:
"Ow! That was a good punch. Try again!"
Kelly Ann attacked furiously. She tried to punch her foe's chest, but that bitch blocked all the hits in a very skilled way. She tried to surprise her with a kick to her thigh, but her foe also blocked. And, suddenly, Kelly Ann got kicked in her side so quickly that she could do nothing. She did not floor, but the pain let her defenceless. Her foe punched twice in her cheeks, kicked her crotch, forcing her to bend down and, finally, that bitch floored her with a last and terrible punch in her jaw.
Lied with her back to the floor, Kelly Ann spitted a little bit of blood. She hardly could move, completely stunned. She was in terrible pain, but her punishment had not finished yet. The huge boobed bitch sat on her crotch, trapping her arms with her legs and Kelly Ann felt her top part of her bikini dragged by her foe. Despite her dazing state, she heard very well what she always could not stand to hear:
"How ridiculous breasts you have!"
When that bitch started to punch them by the side, Kelly Ann yelled desperately. Her breasts were small but very sensitive, and the pain was unbearable for her. She cried bitterly and besought for mercy. Finally, her torturer stood up, examined her pockets and picked all the money. While, Kelly Ann turned for lying on her side, flexed her legs, and continued crying on pain and rage. Her foe threw money in front of Kelly Ann and ordered her to go away from there. That bitch also carried off her pink top part for becoming her ashamed.
Kelly Ann regained her strength, recovered her money and stood up. That bitch had taken her twenty three dollars but she had returned the rest. Feeling humiliated and miserable, Kelly Ann passed a half past hour stealing a little more. And her good luck seemed to return. One of the bags she examined had a self-defence spray, and she felt jubilant about the possibility of a rematch with that huge boobed bloody bitch. So, happily, without feeling shame by being forced to walk in top-less, she searched for her old foe, and she found her sat with her back in a wall, having a soft drink. Kelly Ann told nothing; she only walked to her, smiling wickedly, hiding the spray. That bitch looked at her angrily and told:
"Didn't you have enough last time? Do you enjoy being hit?"
As Kelly Ann did not stop, her foe stood up and waited her in a martial arts stance. But she used quickly the self-defence spray and surprised her foe utterly. That bitch shouted and covered her face. Immediately, Kelly Ann started to punch her breasts. At the fourth punch, she took the micro-triangle top part of her bikini off, because she always loved to see well the breasts she was punishing. That bitch seemed got berserk when she lost her top part, but the spray and the punishment did not let her to react. Kelly Ann pushed her taller foe to the wall and attacked her with several uppercuts in her breasts. Then, she pushed her shoulders for avoiding that she bent down and sank her right knee in her foe's crotch repeatedly. Hearing her groans in pain made Kelly Ann very happy. She punched twice her foe's belly and grabbed her left breasts very firmly, burying her fingers deeply and letting her areola completely exposed. Then, she punched several times the areola from the side, rubbing it firmly. When it was redden, she punched it from the front and she loved to feel in her fist the warm of her irritated nipple. She punched a couple of times more and, finally she released her foe. That bitch collapsed and Kelly Ann pulled her by her arms and let her lying on her back. She sat on her crotch and punched her belly three times, enjoying with her groans in pain. Finally she grabbed her foe's breasts and she told:
"How awful breasts you have!"
And she punched three times each one. Kelly Ann stood up and she felt jubilant. Hitting a so big breasts was a very seldom pleasure. She took that bitch's top part and she filled her bag with all her belongings, including a pair of leather high-heeled shoes. She would let her foe almost naked in the beach, for shaming her the most. She did all that slowly, because she was tired and her foe, probably, would be still fainted for a while.
But, suddenly, a hand forced her to turn and Kelly Ann received a brutal punch in her left breast. She got paralyzed due to the terrible pain. Kelly Ann's breasts were very sensitive, they were her weak point. She could not believe: that bitch had suffered a terrible hiding and she was already fighting again. Kelly Ann was hit several times in her breasts and she could not overcome the pain. Everything became dark for her, because she fainted.
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Tara saw without moving how her foe collapsed and lied unconscious on the floor. She felt as if her entire body were in pain, although only her face, her breasts, her crotch and her belly had really suffered damage. She was still amazed about the incredibly hard punches that little blonde gave. Tara recovered her top part and wore it again. Then she sat for rest a bit, watching her defeated foe. Tara grabbed gently her own breasts and she felt pain. Her left areola still stung her a lot. Also, she still felt the effects of the self-defence spray in her eyes and her nose.
Five minutes after, the blond thief started to move, and Tara felt that she deserved a last punishment. She forced her to lie on her back; she put on her and waited until the defeated thief opened her eyes. And her sight was plenty of terror when she gazed at Tara who quickly buried her foe's face between her breasts. The powerful fisted girl tried to shout, and she felt suffocation and kicked about harmlessly. Tara could hold her left arm, but her foe's right arm punched Tara's side. However, the blond girl was much weakened and she could not use freely her fist, so her punches were harmless for a high pain toleranced fighter as Tara was. Her foe's last desperate attempts consisted of punching weakly Tara's breast. Finally, Tara's foe stopped moving, and Tara stood up.
Only a thing rested. Tara undressed completely her foe, and using her own clothes, let her bounded kneeled and bent down entirely. In that way, her buttocks were utterly exposed and that stupid blonde would remain tied as if she were a calf prepared to be cooked. Tara hoped that, when she woke up, she would feel so ashamed that she would never steal again. But, perhaps, that was wishful thinking.
