Sarah Hutchison felt apprehensive, scantily clad by her pink string
bikini as she stood in her corner.  She looked across the  ring at her
nemesis and rival, Holly Olivas.  It was November.  The two girls were
back in school.  Sarah had been reduced to being Holly's personal
servant.  The red-head could be seen everyday following the Latin beauty
around, carrying her books, getting her lunch, and generally being
Holly's bitch.  Those who noticed, and most did, wondered what happened.
They would have been shocked to know that Sarah and Holly had been in a
prize fight.  The prize had been a boy named Matt Riley.  Holly had won
the fight and the boy, beating poor Sarah to a pulp.  Sarah spent the
rest of camp in bulky sweat-shirts in order to hide the damage her rival
had done to her.   She had spent nights crying herself to sleep as she
listened to Holly taking pleasure from Matt. and giving him pleasure.
In September, Holly told Sarah that if Sarah did not do exactly what
she said, word of what happened that summer would be spread all over
school.  With that unsubtle threat of blackmail, Sarah became Holly's
slave.
Sarah's parents had noticed a change in her.  She seemed to have lost
her buoyancy and self-assurance  With some gentle, but firm prodding,
they were able to get the tearful story out of her.  She told what had
happened to her at Camp Knox that summer.  Her mother was horrified.
She wanted to sue the camp.  Sarah pleaded with her not to do that.  She
did not want her friends to know how Holly had humiliated her.  Her
father had another idea.

That Thanksgiving break, Matt Riley had driven down to Los Angeles in
his fully refurbished '67 Mustang.  He had come to see Holly.  She had
hardly been able to contain herself the week before.  She told all her
friends her favorite boy friend was coming.
She especially enjoyed telling Sarah.  "Guess who's coming!" she
crowed, "My man Matt, that's who!  I can't wait to feel his big arms
around me, and his big dick inside me, but you wouldn't know about his
dick, would you?"  Sarah didn't say anything.  She just lowered her
head, and walked away.
Now, Holly and Matt were lying on one of Los Angeles's nicer beaches.
Holly was wearing a new bikini she had gotten just for the occasion.  It
was black, as black as her hair.  It showed off her dark skin quite
well.  As a matter of fact, it showed almost all of her skin.  The suit
was even skimpier than the red leather one she had won the fight in.
Matt was as brawny as ever.  Several passing young females stopped to
gawk at him.  They would run their tongues across their teeth.
Shirtless, he resembled a Greek statue of Apollo.  A towel was draped
over his lap.  Holly had her hand in his swim trunks, gently caressing
his penis.  It was as hard as an iron pipe.  Her nipples were as stiff
as a Marine's back bone.  They could be seen through the fabric of her
suit. They were as big as two silver dollars.  After they watched the
sun go down, they planned to rent a room for the night. They were
savoring the anticipation.
Then they heard a voice from behind them. "Matt, Matt Riley. Is that
you?'  They turned to see Sarah Hutchison running towards them.
Kneeling down, she wrapped her arms over Matt's broad shoulders, and
kissed him full on the mouth. Holly could see Sarah's tongue in Matt's
cheek.  The Latina was speechless with rage.
"Matt, darling, you look good enough to eat!" Sarah said.  She ran her
mouth over her chest.
Holly finally found her voice.  "Bitch," she said, "if you don't get
out of here right now, I'll kill you."
"Holly?" Sarah said brightly, "I didn't notice you at first.  What were
you saying?"
"You heard me." the dark-haired goddess said, "Get your bony little ass
of the beach, before I kick it to Anaheim."
Sarah giggled, "Oh Holly, you're so silly. You couldn't kick an old
lady's ass, let alone mine."  She put both hands around Matt's bicep,
kissing his massive shoulder.  It seemed to Matt that Sarah' body was in
even better shape than the first time he saw her.  Her arm and leg
muscles were better defined.  She walked with a swing in her hips,
denoting a confidence in her sexuality.
"Oh yeah?" Holly rejoined, "The last time we tangled, I wiped the
canvas with you.  Don't you remember?"
"I remember punching some fat cow's udders." the little red-head
replied.
"Are you looking for a rematch?"  Matt asked.
"Why Matt," said Sarah, "You're so perceptive!"
"I'd be glad to give you another beating." Holly volunteered.  She was
ready to pounce on the smaller girl at any moment.
"Not here." Sarah cautioned, "I know a gym not far from here. It has a
ring, and everything we need."
"Where is it?' Holly demanded.  She was eager to destroy this little
gringo puta.
"Just follow me." Sarah said.
* * *
An half hour later, the two girls were glaring at each other over a
grimy square of canvas.  Both wore five pound boxing gloves and their
bathing suits.  Sarah had taken her beach sandals off.  Holly still had
hers on.
There was fire in Holly's eyes.  "I'm gonna beat you so bad," she was
telling Sarah, "it'll make the first time seem like a pleasant memory."
Sarah just smiled.  The gym was deserted, except for the three of
them.  She knew it would be. 
Matt, still bare-chested, rang the bell for round one.  The girls had
insisted he keep his shirt off.  They liked seeing what they were
fighting for.
Round One
Holly came out swinging.  She intended to pound her rival into the
ground.  However, she telegraphed her punches so badly, Sarah avoided
them easily.  After Holly missed with the right, Sarah came inside to
plant two punches in the big girl's belly.  Holly grimaced in pain.  She
tried to retaliate, but the red-head had already danced away.  The
Latina gave chase.  Sarah kept just out of reach.  She would only stop
dancing long enough to thump Holly's soft stomach.
The dark beauty's anger and frustration were growing.  She tried
rushing Sarah, only to get a jab in the face and a left cross to the
jaw.  It snapped Holly's head to the left.  This was followed by another
left jab that put Holly on her heels.  She staggered back into the
ropes, where Sarah continued to pound her middle.  The big girl was
hurt!  She grunted with every punch her red headed rival landed.  She
tried to clinch, but Sarah kept pummeling. the dusky beauty's
mid-section.  Holly's groan's gained volume when Sarah punched her in
the liver.  Finally, Matt rang the bell to end Round One.
After just one round, Holly was already breathing hard.  It felt as if
one of her ribs were broken.  Matt lifted her arms to help her get her
breath.  Across the ring, Sarah sat on her stool, giggling.  She gave
Matt a provocative smile when he came over to give her water.
"Ring the bell, Darling." she told him, "I have plans for us after I
take care of this cow."
Round Two
Holly heard this, as Sarah knew she would.  Once again the beauteous
senorita came out swinging wildly at her opponent.  She managed to land
one blow to Sarah's shoulder.   In response, the little red-head launch
a flurry of punches to Holly's middle.  When the big girl covered her
stomach, Sarah landed a crushing straight right to Holly's bust.  This
was followed by a left hook that felt as if it almost tore Holly's right
tit off her chest.  "Urrrg!" Holly cried out.  She crossed her arms over
her chest.  Sarah returned to her rival's midsection.  She planted her
right so deep into Holly's tummy that the big girl doubled over in
agony.  Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth made a perfect 'O'.
Sarah tagged her with a round-house left to the jaw.  Holly's
mouth-guard went flying out of her mouth, and through the ropes.  The
dark haired girl threw her arms around Sarah's neck.  This could not
prevent Holly from going to her knees.  She slid down the red-head's
tight little body.
Matt began the count, but Sarah stopped him by putting her arms around
his neck, and kissing him.  She put her whole body into the kiss.  For a
moment, the boy forgot where he was.  This gave Holly plenty of time,
using the ropes,  to get to her feet.  Sarah, keeping one eye on her
rival, disengaged from Matt.  Holly was leaning back on the ropes.  She
was trying desperately to catch her breath.  She raised her gloves as
Sarah approached.
The smaller girl feinted a left to Holly's battered belly.  When Holly
lowered her guard, Sarah punched her squarely in the nose.  This made
Holly's eyes water, temporarily blinding her.  Sarah used that moment to
great advantage, striking Holly at will.  She put her left fist into
Holly's right eye.   Her arms pistoned blow after blow to Holly belly.
The bell rang, ending the second round.  Sarah strutted provocatively
back to her corner.  Matt put Holly's arm over his shoulder, helping the
zaftig beauty to her stool.
Holly was confused and humiliated.  She could not believe the little
hussy was beating her, and beating her badly.  Matt put some ice on her
bosom.  It felt wonderful.  She sighed with erotic pleasure.  She
smiled.
"Enjoy him while you can." Sarah called out, "After this, he's mine."
Holly bristled at this.  The bell rang.  Sarah ran over to her rival's
corner.  Barely had Holly stood up when she took an upper-cut to her
right boob.  This was followed by a jab to her right eye, and a flurry
of punches to her mid-section.  Sarah was treating Holly as if the big
girl were a heavy bag.  Holly wrapped her arms around her opponent's
lithe body.  Sarah's arms were trapped at her sides.  The two girls'
bodies were tit to tit.  Sarah could hear Holly's labored breathing.
"Getting tired already, slut?" Sarah taunted, "I'm just getting warmed
up!"
Holly put her weight on Sarah, hoping to take some starch out of the
little dynamo.  It felt good to rest her battered boobies on her rival's
set.  They overwhelmed Sarah's breasts.  Holly tried to muscle Sarah out
of the corner, but the red-head was stronger than she remembered.  Sarah
put her arms around her rival's waist, keeping the big girl trapped in
her own corner. 
Holly leaned into Sarah as much as possible.  Their sweaty bodies slid
on each other.  Sarah was aroused.  Holly was just relieved the hitting
had stopped.
Finally, Matt seperated the two girls.  Holly landed a solid left to
Sarah's jaw.  Seemingly dazed, Sarah backed away.  Holly, seeing her
chance, chased after her.  The red-headed vixen was faking.  She kicked
the big girl in the belly.  Holly's moan echoed around the gym.
Sarah landed another kick to Holly's bust.  Holly screamed in a paroxysm
of pain.  She went to her knees again.  Sarah grabbed a gloveful of
Holly's hair, and lifted her head up.  The Latin goddess's eyes were
glazed over with suffering.  Her mouth hung open, as she gasped
desperately for oxygen.
Sarah, smiling cruelly, sent her left fist again and again into Holly's
once pretty face.  She kicked Holly's boobs, laughing.  She stuck her
thumb into the dark haired coquette's right eye.  Mercifully, the bell
rang to end the third round.
Sarah helped Matt take Holly to her corner.  The big girl looked like
the definition of defeat.  She was bleeding from her nose and mouth.
Her right eye was closed as tightly as a bank vault.  She was hanging
out of her top.  Her breasts and belly were a mass of bruises. 
Matt took Holly's useless top off.  He poured cool water over her
voloptuous body, and gave her a drink.
"Holly, Honey," he said, "I'm not worth this.  Let me stop the fight,
please!"
Holly shook her head vehemently  "I love you." she told him, "I won't
give you up."
Sarah, in her own corner, heard snatches of this conversation.  She
giggled.  She would get to hurt her rival some more.
Matt came over to give the winning girl some water, and to plead for
mercy.
"Don't worry, Darling." she told him, "I'll finish her this round."
Victory and Defeat
The bell tolled.  Sarah came out to the middle of the ring.  There,
hands on hips, she waited.  Holly, standing up slowly, staggered out to
meet her.  It was over in a few seconds.  Beginning with a punch to the
groin, Sarah walked her way up Holly's body. A right to the navel was
followed by a one-two to the tits.  An upper-cut between Holly's mounds
to her chin sent her to the canvas.
The wedding was beautiful.  All Holly's family was there. Even her dead
brothers had come.  Matt was gorgeous in top-coat and tails.  Holly
herself was radiant.  Matt kept asking silly questions, like was she all
right?  Did she know her name?
"My name is Mrs. Holly Riley." she told him.
Someone giggled.  Holly opened her eyes.  She was looking up at Matt
and Sarah.  Their arms were around each other.  She had lost the fight
and Matt.  She began to weep.
"I have to thank Daddy for paying for those boxing lessons." Sarah
said.

By Ronin