After the second fight between Maria and Sharon I was wondering where on earth I could find a new fighter as good as the brutal Italian, and who I could find who could possibly match Sharon’s beauty. I went to work and soon got my claws into a beautiful young 25 year old woman called Emma who worked as an HR assistant in my company. We were already on talking terms in the photocopier room, and I had lusted after her for quite some time. She was ambitious and hungry and though she had never fought before I managed to convince her that it was worth it for the £2000 fee I would pay her. She was clearly impressed by my money and agreed to a one off fight, on the basis that to earn the fee she did not have to win, but simply had to remain in the fight for 40 minutes against an opponent of my choice. We agreed that no foreign objects would be used, and there would be no biting or eye gauging, but that pretty much anything else would be acceptable.

I was impressed by Emma’s readiness to put herself into such a fight. I doubt she had much of an idea as to what she was letting herself in for, but who was I to interfere. I went around to her apartment to show her what she would be expected to wear, and for me to assess her physical shape. After we had chatted for some time and had a couple of drinks I had her put on an expensive thong bikini, and turn slowly around before me with her arms raised above her head. She found this mildly embarrassing, but my compliments on her superbly formed body kept her happy. I measured her, and noted that she was 5’ 5” tall, weighed in at 120 pounds, and had a 36”c 23” 35” body. I left for home at 2 am in the morning, having had a very enjoyable evening with Emma.

Emma is very pretty. She exudes sexiness with every movement. Her eyes are wide and blue, her high cheek bones beautifully sculpted. Below a pert perfectly straight nose her luscious full wide mouth with the most kissable lips you will ever see. Her face is framed by a mane of long glossy light brown hair which falls over shapely shoulders, and a graceful swan like neck . Her skin looks fresh and slightly tawny, and her whole body looks smooth and toned. Overall Emma is very feminine looking, and is a very sexy female.

My pleasure in getting my hands on Emma was increased when I found two new potential opponents for her, each providing a unique angle on the match up, and each clearly capable of matching Maria in terms of desire to inflict pain on other women. The first was a red headed woman in her mid thirties called Kay. She had worked in the same company as Emma as a temporary secretary and had openly disliked Emma to the extent that she had threatened her after a dispute over boyfriends at a Christmas party. Kay was an experienced kick boxer, with a six pack abs, taught muscular arms and legs, and a hard 36”a 26” 34” body. Kay was less educated than Emma and spoke with a rough edge to her heavily accented voice. She was very keen to have 40 minutes alone with Emma with or without the money I offered.

The second woman was also in her thirties, a tall athletic brunette with an awesome physique, who I met through a contact at the gym. She had considerable street fighting experience and clearly enjoyed picking fights with women she described as “bimbos”. She related several stories to me of how she had deliberately picked fights with pretty young women at a nightclub she liked to go to and how she had enjoyed beating them to pulp with her fists in front of their friends. I showed her a photo of Emma in a bikini taken on holiday, and I saw how Rachel almost drooled. I asked Rachel what she thought Emma’s weak points would be and without hesitation she replied her stomach and breasts. I smiled.

So who should I have fight Emma? Rachel or Kay. Ideally both, but that might be just too unfair. I chose Kay.

Emma arrived on her own as agreed looking very sexy in a cropped top and jeans with lots of bare tummy, and exuding a carefree attitude that displayed her naivety. I playfully patted her tummy, “I hope you have been doing your sit ups” I joked while I felt a stirring down below at the feel of her smooth stomach. Emma brushed my hand away with a laugh….”Show me the money!” she retorted.

I gave her half of the money, and promised the other half at the end of the fight as agreed, leaving her to change while I went away to talk to Kay who had been warming up for some 20 minutes having arrived early. Comparing Emma with Kay was a bit like comparing Cindy Crawford with Corey Everson! Kay looked the part, wearing black fingerless leather gloves, a black bra top, black cycle shorts and black boots. Her freckled pale skin and medium length red hair contrasted nicely with her clothing, and her upper arm tattoo gave her a menacing look. She entered the oil pit with a swagger, and actually licked her lips when she saw Emma standing opposite her. I gulped as I watched Kay drinking in Emma who looked stunning in a skimpy pale blue thong bikini. Her tanned skin shone. Emma’s 36” C breasts though not excessively large were perfectly shaped and very firm, and her straining heaving bikini top drew both our lustful stares. I looked at the two women. This truly was a beauty and the beast line up.

I told both women to kneel in the oil and to apply oil to their bellies, breasts and thighs. The oil certainly suited the more scantily clad Emma more than Kay, making the acres of bare golden curves glisten beautifully.

“I’m going to make you squeal bimbo!” yelled Kay, balling her fist and smacking into her palm for effect. “I’m Gonna really enjoy beating you slowly to pulp” she added with a snarl.

Emma looked at me nervously and shrugged, I think half expecting that I would save her if things got too rough. She clearly did not really understand what she was getting into here.

If Emma had not understood the fight game before, as soon as I gave the signal to start she was given a comprehensive education by her rough opponent.

Sliding forward on her knees Kay reached out and wrapped her left hand in Emma’s long hair, twisting and tipping her head back in one movement. This brought an instinctive reaction on Emma’s part of raising both her hands to Kay’s left wrist. Kay flattened her right hand and brought it down in swift chopping motions firstly on Emma’s upper left arm, then as Emma dropped the arm in shock, on the side of Emma’s willowy neck.

The chops caused Emma to cry out as she struggled to react. Kay simply hauled down on her hair and brought her down on her back in the oil, then slid closer, released the hair, and with obvious relish went for a hold around the upper part of Emma’s sleek left thigh. I watched in awe as Kay positioned the delicious looking thigh and began to beat her right fist into its inner curve, knuckles driving into the smooth oiled skin as poor Emma screamed out in pain. Nice start I thought, my erection growing as Kay pummelled that gorgeous bare thigh, and I watched Emma’s beautiful face display the pain being inflicted on her. I counted six slow, deliberate thigh punches, and saw that sleek oiled thigh quiver deliciously with each blow. I moved right up to the edge of the pit to get as close to the action as I could. Kay was clearly enjoying her work, taking her time, turning Emma now so that she could wrench the gorgeous thigh against the smaller woman’s hip joint, almost lifting Emma clear of the oil as she hauled up on the slender limb. Kay lifted further, twisting on the thigh at the same time, holding Emma inverted with her long light brown hair trailing in the oil. The disparity in physique of the two women was obvious. The height, muscle and weight of the redhead against the softer slender curves of the brunette. With a sudden shrug of those powerful shoulders Kay jerked on the sleek thigh and tossed Emma across the pit into the oil, then casually strolled over and hovered above her pretty adversary. Emma slowly came to her knees in front of Kay, and wiped oil from her face as she tried to focus. She looked so beautiful and so vulnerable.

The redhead laughed out loud and took a firm grip of Emma’s long light brown hair, coiling it in her fist. Emma gave a yelp and began to slap at Kay’s muscular thighs. Kay looked almost bemused, making no attempt to prevent Emma, and instead she simply lashed her free fist across Emma’s face snapping it to one side. Emma’s slapping stopped abruptly and she slumped, though still held firmly by the hair. From my position, though I couldn’t see Emma’s face, I saw drops of red liquid drip from her chin. It looked as though the punch had burst those sensuous full lips. What a brutal introduction to female fighting. It looked as though Kay was going for a quick win, which would effectively leave Emma without fee.

Kay pulled Emma across the pit by her hair, Emma sliding on her knees as she was dragged until Kay had her about a foot from the wall. With a whoop of joy Kay tightened her grip then drove Emma’s face hard into the wall. When she pulled back on the hair and Emma’s face tilted back, it left a bright red smear on the white plaster. I could now see Emma’s pretty face, and saw that both her lips and nose were bleeding , and that her eyes were strained with tears. Somewhere in her expression I was sure I saw a determination to see this through. Behind the tears her beautiful eyes still shone.

Kay pulled the beauty to her feet with a single powerful movement and leered at her. Though Emma bravely struggled, Kay took her in a powerful bear hug, and crushed the model like body in her brutal arms, stomach to stomach. In a matter of seconds Emma was hanging limply in Kay’s arms, the bunched muscles snaked around her slender waist working into her smooth skin. The ridged muscles of Kay’s stomach ground against Emma’s smooth silky tummy, completely overpowering it.

I found myself licking my lips as right in front of me, Kay continued to inflict pain on Emma.. The bear hug turned into a lift, and with one swift movement Kay brought the model like body crashing down across her hard thigh, Emma’s lower back bearing the force of the impact. Her hair spraying out, breasts quivering until she settled with her back arched across Kay’s solid thigh. With Emma’s luscious bikini clad body splayed across her thigh Kay looked up at me.

“You OK with this?” she asked.
“God yes!” I replied. “You enjoy yourself ”.

“Is it OK for me to punch her some more then?” asked Kay.

“Punch her all you like Kay”, I answered drooling at the prospect of seeing the beautiful HR officer being really worked over by Kay.

“No problem!” said Kay, bunching her fists and driving them down together into Emma’s tautly stretched stomach. The young brunette convulsed, gasping.

Kay pounded Emma’s stomach again, then rolled her pretty opponent off her thigh. Taking a short rest Kay came to her feet and strolled around the pit, keeping her eyes on Emma as the weakened beauty slowly pulled herself together, clutching her sexy tummy..

Still holding herself in a perfect posture Emma wiped a little blood from her mouth, took a deep breath, and took up a defensive stance in front of Kay.

“You OK Emma?” I asked.

“I’m just fine…..” answered Emma bravely.

I have to say I was impressed by how she was able to recover sufficiently to at least look as if she able to continue.

The two women closed, and the violence continued, with Kay brushing aside Emma’s slender left arm and thudding two quick punches into the unprotected glistening ribcage beneath. I saw Emma’s face screw up but she made no sound. My admiration for her grew, as again Kay lashed two quick punches into Emma’s ribs without drawing a cry. Gritting her teeth Emma punched back, landing with her right fist against the hard ridge of muscles at the top of Kay’s stomach. The fist seemed to bounce off, shock waves jarring the sleek tanned arm. Kay smiled into Emma’s eyes and without bothering to defend, began to throw punches with both fists at Emma’s sleek golden torso, firing the punches into her ribs and stomach. Emma began to gasp and cough as the fists churned over her oiled body. She fired back punches of her own, standing her ground bravely, but her efforts were having little effect. Kay just kept on hitting Emma, moving inevitably up to Emma’s half sphere breasts. Four quick, precision uppercuts smacked into each of Emma’s bikini cups, compressing the firm rubbery breast meat against her ribcage. At last Emma cried out in pain, her eyes closing tightly, stumbling back two steps and trying to cross her arms across her breasts. Kay licked her lips, her heart pounding as she went after Emma.

A right cross smacked deliciously against Emma’s cheek spinning her in a half circle and sending her hair flying. Stepping forward, Kay swung her shoulders and ploughed a left hook up into the centre of Emma’s sexy bare tummy. This almost lifted the beauty off her feet. Before Emma could even think of defence, a right uppercut smacked her left breast clear out of the bikini cup. The oiled breast quivered and glistened invitingly, its brown turret nipple dripping oil.

Kay moaned with pleasure as she targeted the breast, hips swaying as she unloaded left and rights at Emma’s perfect left breast. The breast took several punches, each compressing the rubbery flesh, Emma’s nipple being driven hard against the ribs. Each time the breast sprung back to its firm half spherical shape scattering droplets of oil from the nipple. Emma’s head tipped back as she tried to bear the pain, her arms hanging uselessly at her sides. She whimpered as she was beaten, soft kitten like cries mixing with the wet smacks of fist against oiled breast meat. Kay now had Emma with her back flat against the wall, and gave the beauty a few seconds respite while she regarded her prey. Emma leaned back against the cool wall, and allowed her lungs to fill slowly with the warm air. Her chest heaved, the remnant of her bikini top clinging to her untouched right breast, while her weakened and exposed left breast thrust out invitingly. If only she could hold on. She braced herself against the wall and forced herself to look Kay in the eyes.

“That all you got Kay?” she whispered.

“You’ll wish you hadn’t said that soon gorgeous” replied Kay, reaching out a hand and gripping Emma by her chin.

Emma brought up her right hand to grab at Kay’s wrist and tried to pull it away.

Kay smiled, and pulled her hand away.

“Lets get rid of this shall we gorgeous!” said Kay, suddenly grabbing at the strap on Emma’s bikini top and ripping the remnant away in a single movement, the strap snapping and the cup peeling away from the half melon of right breast.

Emma’s mouth dropped open and she tried to look across to me but Kay hit her before Emma could speak. The punch smacked wetly into the firm oiled breast, Kay’s knuckles slipping against the wet silky skin as they drove the breast inwards. I saw Emma’s eyes close again and heard her soft sexy moan of pain. Her legs were well planted though, and on those fit shapely legs she was able to prop herself against the wall and endure considerable punishment.

This was just so easy for Kay. She was able to take a well balanced stance and literally pick her targets at will. The red head began to work up a good sweat as she methodically punched Emma against the wall, her fists dividing their time equally amongst Emma’s sexy taut tummy, and each of her perfect naked breasts. The punches made Emma’s slender body jerk and spasm, sending her breasts quivering as they lashed across the luscious half spheres, but still those shapely tanned legs remained firmly planted. Kay had to use one hand to hold up Emma’s head by the hair as it sagged forward after six more stomach punches, using just her right fist now to pummel the beauty’s naked breasts. I witnessed a dozen more punches smack into each oiled breast before Kay decided that Emma had taken enough punishment for a while, and allowed her pretty opponent time to recover. Stepping back and breathing quite heavily Kay watched as Emma finally began to slide down the wall until she sat in the oil folded forwards sobbing.

My video camera had captured all of the action. I would be able to relive seeing Emma taken apart. What made it special was the security of knowing that noone could interrupt us or prevent Kay from continuing to beat Emma as long as I allowed her to. Emma would be given her money at the end, and it would be money well spent. To think that only a week ago I was chatting to Emma at work, ogling her body, wondering what she looked like under those tight tops and dresses, and fantasising about seeing her fighting another woman. Here she was topless, being given the beating of her life.

Kay stood over Emma, her stance wide, her fists balled.

“This still OK with you?” she asked of me

“You have twenty five minutes left Kay, no one is going to stop you.”

“Cool!” Kay replied, noticing that Emma had rolled on to her side and that her sleek thighs, pert bum and flat stomach were all exposed and unprotected.

The red head raised her right knee, then gleefully stomped down on the inside of Emma’s left thigh drawing a scream from the pretty woman. Before Emma could curl up Kay’s leg sliced into her stomach with a loud wet smack and a spray of oil droplets from the smooth skin. That brought another cry from Emma, and caused her to jack knife forward into the oil.

Kay watched spellbound as the gorgeous beauty slid on her belly and breasts slowly across the pit dragging her weakened thigh. Kay followed, and picking her spot she very deliberately stomped down into Emma’s kidneys, squashing the beauty into the oil. The black attired brute then took the opportunity to stomp the whole length of Emma’s unblemished back, crushing the smooth sensuous belly and full breasts into the oiled floor repeatedly.

I watched in awe while Kay enjoyed herself. With Emma squirming on her belly Kay dropped a knee into the woman’s sculpted lower back, crushing that deliciously small waist into the ground. She knelt on Emma, grinding her knee into the smooth curves beneath her. Kays grunts of satisfaction mingled with Emma’s soft mewls of pain as the one sided slaughter continued.

Kneeling on the small of Emma’s back, Kay took a breath, flicked Emma’s long hair to one side, then began to thud her right fist down into the flawless female body, hammering her knuckles repeatedly into Emma’s smooth back. The red head made Emma scream in pain as she pummelled that smooth bare back, concentrating on the smooth flesh below each shoulder blade. The fists thudded down, splattering oil, smashing into silky soft female flesh, pounding all the resistance out of Emma punch by punch.

Flipping Emma over onto her back Kay continued without abatement on the newly exposed stomach and breast meat. Her fists churned over that smooth female torso, pulverising breast meat, hammering stomach meat. The big woman worked methodically over Emma’s deliciously sexy tummy and perfect breasts until it was obvious that Emma, her cries having ceased, was close to passing out.

At that point Kay stopped, climbed off Emma and stood over her, wiping beads of sweat and oil away from her freckled face. Poor Emma had taken a real beating, probably the worst beating she had ever taken. She looked in a bad way, though still as sexy as hell as she lay sprawled on her back in the oil. The way she was now, we could do anything with her at all and she would not be aware of it. I exchanged looks with Kay, who was eager to resume, but was waiting for Emma to regain her senses first.

“You want to play?” Kay asked, as though reading my mind.

“Why not” I answered, quickly stripping off my shirt, and wading into the pit barefoot. Kay responded by lifting Emma under her arms from behind and pulling her to her feet, holding the beauty in a half nelson and stretching her to force those breasts to thrust out. Emma’s eyes were closed and her head lolled. I looked at that pretty face, then with pure abandon I began to punch Emma’s bare upper body, lashing her tummy and breasts with both fists while Kay held her upright. My erection was out of control now. I hit Emma until I was breathing hard and sweating profusely, eagerly pummelling her firm rubbery breasts with my fists, loving the feel of nipple and breast under my knuckles. I really worked the beauty over.

Having almost exhausted myself, and with Kay growing tired of holding up the slender beauty, we lay Emma down on her belly in the oil. I knelt behind her and pulled up on her sleek thighs raising that pert round ass until I could slide my erection right up into the crack between those rubbery bare cheeks. Kay held Emma’s arms, and I slipped that soaking thong down those glistening thighs. For the next ten minutes I slowly slid my entire length in and out of Emma’s wet vagina, thrusting deeply into her, clawing my fingers into her perfect thighs, retracting my throbbing erection, then plunging into her gorgeous body again. I fucked and fucked her while Kay watched. Just as I was ready to come I withdrew, flipped Emma over and sliding up her oiled torso I slid my erection over her oiled naked breasts, working my tip against her nipples and breast flesh . With a massive groan I exploded against Emma’s breasts squirting cum all over her left breast and onto her face. Kay smiled, dipped her head, and began to lick my cum from Emma’s breast……..

I watched Kay slowly and luxuriously fucking the near senseless Emma for several minutes, occasionally mixing in a flurry of brutal punches to the tummy or breasts of her beautiful victim.

It took only a few minutes for all the passion and excitement to return to me, and I was keen to see Kay revive Emma now, so that she could be given a final brutal beating before the 40 minutes were up. There were 12 minutes left.

Kay too was eager to resume beating Emma having satiated her desires on the beauty for the time being. The large red head slipped the oil soaked blue thong back into place, then carried Emma over to where a large red heavy bag hung from the ceiling. I used it from time to time when I felt like polishing my boxing skills. The powerful red head strung the topless beauty up by her wrists to the rope at the top of the bag so that her body was pulled taut against the heavy bag, those beautiful bare breasts thrusting forward invitingly. Securely tied, Emma began to come too, and panicked when she discovered her predicament. Before she had a chance to cry Kay had driven her right fist into her cute little navel, making the taut little waist quiver under the impact, and sending a spray of oil from the little reservoir.

Emma sighed and sagged against the punch bag, trying to tense her flat stomach. Kay licked her lips, and looking down at that gorgeous bare tummy, she began to swing her shoulders, and sway her hips as she powered lefts and rights alternately into Emma’s oiled stomach. The fists thudded into the delicious stomach meat totally destroying any resistance Emma may have hoped to have displayed. Again and again the fists thudded home against the smooth bare skin causing Emma’s slender body to spasm against the bag with each punch. With relish Kay systematically pummelled Emma’s oiled stomach, hammering her fists into the glistening skin from all angles. She grunted with each blow. Emma cried softly, helplessly suspended by her slender arms she absorbed punch after brutal punch in her sexy tummy. Kay used mostly hooks, lefts and rights, thudding them methodically into Emma’s beautiful smooth stomach. The stomach beating seemed to last forever, exceeding that taken by Sharon from Maria by quite a margin. Fist after fist thudded into Emma, rocking the bag with Emma flat against it.

Kay was on a real high, sweating and breathing heavily as she beat Emma. We moved into the last 5 minutes, and it was time now to return to the breasts. Kay’s fists lashed Emma’s perfect rubbery breasts, beating the nipples deep into the breast meat. For the full 5 minutes Kay smacked hard brutal punches into Emma’s gorgeous firm half sphere breasts, setting them quivering non stop for 5 minutes. I watched spellbound as Kay brutalised Emma’s gorgeous firm round breasts, her fists smacking loudly into the oiled breast meat again and again. Kay’s knuckles slid off the slippery breast flesh, grazing over the brown nipples, and grinding those luscious hard nipples deep into the firm half melon breasts. Kay used a mixture of uppercuts and hooks on the naked breasts, each punch crushing a firm breast against Emma’s ribs, then setting the breast quivering like a firm jelly as the fist withdrew. It was amazing how Emma’s breasts just sprung back into shape after each punch. Emma was barely conscious, lost in a world of pain as the one sided punch fest continued.

At the end of the 40 minutes Kay reluctantly stopped punching Emma and just stood there breathing hard, shaking her side slowly from side to side.

“God that was fun” said Kay

Slapping Emma’s face from side to side Kay brought Emma too briefly. She whispered into her ear….

“Remember who did this to you babe!”

To finish Emma off, she drove her knee hard up between those shapely oiled thighs, smashing it into the tiny triangle of thong. The hard bone of Kay’s knee crushed Emma’s soft clitoris against her pubic bone. Kay had destroyed Emma’s breasts, now she was intent on destroying her clitoris. Three more brutal knees smashed up into Emma’s groin. Then Kay sank her fist deep into Emma’s lower belly, just an inch or so above her thong, going for Emma’s womb and ovaries. Three more punches smacked into Emma’s belly before Kay had done with the beauty.

Emma was unconscious, just hanging there looking sexy as hell. Kay had beaten Emma to pulp in the most brutally one sided fight I had ever witnessed.

That was money well spent I thought to myself as I paid off Kay and began to try to revive Emma. She did come too in the end, and she took the money. I had to take her home where I left her sobbing. She had no recollection of my involvement thank goodness, and I swore to not to allow myself to get carried away like that again.

The video footage was extremely good, and after editing is now down to30 minutes of pure one sided destruction of the beautiful Emma Pankhurst by her arch enemy Kay Pearson.

(surnames made up and not intended to apply to any real person.)