It was a chance meeting in a pub that set the ball rolling. I was lost in conversation with Rachel, the not unattractive tall athletic amazon I was dining with. She and I had worked together for a few years now, and ever since I had set her up to fight Claire, our drop dead gorgeous receptionist, Rachel had sought out my company. She had relentlessly beaten Claire in my purpose designed fight pit, and now she knew I was to be trusted she enjoyed talking over her subsequent demolitions. She was in the middle of describing how she had brutally thrashed a young blonde art student in front of her friends the week before, when a voice interrupted the flow, with “what a surprise to see you here!”

With a pained expression I reluctantly glanced upwards, and then beamed in delight. It was none other than Kay, the big rough tousle haired brawler who I had paid to fight Emma, in the third fight I had arranged two years ago. “Seen Emma lately?” laughed Kay as she took a stool beside me, glancing at Rachel.

“Well yes!” I replied. I still see her often. “How are you? This is Rachel by the way. You might share an interest I think.”

That started quite a discussion between the two women, culminating in a request. Could I arrange for them to fight together as a team in a similar no rules, no questions asked underground pit fight.

That set the juices flowing. Who could I get? Claire and Emma were still very much around, but would they still fight for money. Maybe Sharon. She had recently split up from her partner I knew, and was probably desperate for cash to pay her rent. Her job didn’t pay well, and if I went to say £2,000 again she might bite. She would be ideal. I see her a fair amount at the gym, and she is looking better than ever. She still has the same long crinkly blonde hair half way down her back, the same dazzling blue eyes and radiant smile, and the same willowy perfectly toned model body. Everyone looks at her in the gym, often just staring at her as she passes openly, men and women. Her gorgeous 36”D 23” 36” body, perfect smooth honey gold skin, high round rubbery firm breasts, equally round and firm ass, long shapely legs, and mouth wateringly sexy tummy and navel, all draw gasps of pure pleasure.

Two days later I was excitedly telling Kay and Rachel the details of the fight. I’d bullied Sharon into agreeing, though she was really upset at the prospect. She did desperately need cash, and in the end my persistence paid off. She knew that she would be up against two women, but had no idea who they were. She quietly acquiesced when I explained that she would have to fight me first as a sort of traing fight, then for at least 40 minutes against two opponents, bare fisted. From experience Sharon shuddered at the prospect. I had quite a hold over this beauty now, and I was able to tighten the screw on her quite mercilessly.

I went round to her apartment one evening on the pretence of going over the details. She hardly reacted when I took hold of her round the waist and squeezed her. I played with her hair as I explained that I wanted her in perfect condition for the fight. I could smell her perfume, and my arm had found a little of her bare skin above the top of her jeans but below her top. It felt superbly smooth. Easing her back against the wall, I teased her top open a little, feeling her tense. I slowly and deliberately eased her top open until I could see the tops of both breasts, and the black satin of her bra. My hand then slid down and popped three buttons open, and the top parted. I swept the left side of her top back so that it slipped off one shoulder and fell part way down her back exposing the left side of her torso and the left cup of her bra, crammed full of exquisite rubbery firm breast flesh. Sharon gasped quietly but didn’t offer to struggle. Her chest was rising and falling quite erotically. “Do you have what it takes to go through with this? Lets see how firm you are” I allowed my right hand to encircle a large portion of her left breast through the flimsy material of the bra cup. She held her breath as I began to gradually bring my finger tips together, easing them into the breast. I squeezed progressively harder until I thought I saw a flash of pain in her eyes. Holding the breast there, I waited until her eyes began to water. Then I eased a little, and with my left hand, unclipped her bra. I felt the bra cup loosen as I released the pressure from my finger tips, and looking her in the eyes I flicked the strap off from her bare left shoulder, and let the weight of the bra cup make it slowly peel away from her perfectly formed left breast.

Sharon gave a little sob as her stubby light brown nipple was exposed. I smiled, again moving my hand onto the breast, this time my fingers squeezing into her naked breast, her bare nipple pressing against my palm. “Hmmm…..very good” I said. “Nice and firm.” I squeezed even harder into her breast testing how it felt in my hand, feeling its springy resilience. With my left hand I curled it around her bare side and slid it down to her lower back and kidney area. Then I took a claw hold on the smooth flesh. Together I exerted pressure, on her kidney and on her breast, working both sets of fingers into the flesh then easing, pressing then releasing, and repeating this clawing action until Sharon’s tear filled eyes closed in anguish. When she started to cry I released her, and then I stood back to admire the view. She looked fantastic in her moulded jeans with her top half stripped away and the left breast revealed. “You wait till my girls get started on you” I laughed. “How’s your tummy Sharon?” With that, I flattened the palm of my right hand on the curve of her stomach and stroked her down to her jeans top, dipping my index finger into her delicious navel. I felt her tense her muscles under my hand, then I played with her for a minute or so, stroking her belly, opening her top fully and flicking it off her other shoulder. “No” she muttered softly. “I did mention it was a condition of our Agreement that you fight me first before you face my two girls”

I hit her two inches above her navel, and to be fair she took it well, only folding a little. Her full succulent lips opened to let out a soft sexy gasp. That sound mixed with the delicious thud of my fist against her smooth belly stirred my loins. I steadied, held her left shoulder, then drove another punch into her bared stomach. This broke her in two and she fell crying to her knees. I dragged Sharon through her hallway and into her living room by her slender arm, then lay her out on the sofa. Her jeans slid down exquisitely shaped thighs and calves, and dropped to the floor. Her bra I flung across the room. She had not been wearing anything on her feet. Hauling her up in her black thong briefs, I looked her over with relish. “Come on then Sharon” I said, hitting her with a left and right punch in rapid succession to the stomach, followed by a knee across her breasts as she folded forward. Grabbing her hair, I chopped her in the back, then punched her in the side. She went to her knees, looking up with big tearful eyes. I slapped her across her face, leaving her left cheek reddened as her head spun sideways. I waited a second, then lashed the back of my hand across her right cheek sending her head back the other way. Again a few seconds to aim properly, then another slap across the left cheek, with the same result as before. I kept this up, alternating between slaps and backhands across her pretty face, sending her head from side to side, watching her long mane of blonde hair swoosh out with each blow. It must have been quite a sight. This luscious thong clad young blonde kneeling in front of me, in a helpless position having her face beaten from side to side.

I saw a trickle of blood begin to seep from her lips as I let a few blows strike her across the mouth. Thinking she’d probably had enough of this, I hauled her up and threw her bodily across the room. Sharon tried to crawl away, but I strolled over to her and rammed my heel into the back of her left thigh. Sharon mewled in pain and curled up clutching her thigh. I forced her to leave go and spread her leg out so that I could aim properly. A good straight punch into her thigh, followed by an elbow into the inner portion of thigh seemed to hurt her given her cries. Again she tried to crawl away, but I stopped her progress with a blow with my heel into her kidneys. Sharon groaned, arched and flopped onto her belly, leaving her open to further blows to her lower back and kidneys. I stood over her stomping down onto her body, crushing my heel into her kidneys repeatedly and listening with delight to her soft cries of despair.

Delighted with my own performance and Sharon’s resilience, I dragged the beauty up from the floor so that I could again go for the stomach. The best way to do this was to splay her over the back of her sofa with her arms falling limply to the floor, her belly and breasts exposed and open. Positioning her perfectly, I admired how even laid out like this facing upwards, her natural breasts were each firmly defined half spheres, the erect brown nipples pointing straight upwards to the ceiling. I eagerly went to work on Sharon’s bared belly, pounding my right fist into it again and again. This was so much fun. She cried out with each blow, her gorgeous sleek body convulsing as I pounded her firm flat belly. Her breasts shook deliciously, tempting me to smack alternating punches into belly and breast meat. This really hurt her, and her cries became tortured drawn out gasps as she struggled to breathe. Just before I sensed she might pass out, I paused, hauled her up roughly, and shoved her against the wall. To her credit she stayed on her feet, her chest and breasts rising and falling, wet with perspiration. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she did not attempt to speak. Others might have begged me to stop, but not Sharon. This is one of the things I like about her. Provided you take care not to beat her unconscious, you can carry on hitting her for as long as you like and she will try to keep her dignity, taking amazing amounts of punishment and not submitting. I knew she’d pretty much taken all she could though, so I decided to ease off on her belly and breasts. Instead I took her hair, jerked her head back to open up her face, and I kissed her full on those succulent lips, a long slow kiss which had my erection pressing against her bare belly.

I undid my pants and slid them down, followed by my boxers, allowing my erection to spring free and its swollen tip to nestle in Sharon’s exposed navel. Then I began to slowly thrust myself into her tummy and navel, the curve of my erection perfectly fitting into the curve of the indentation in her belly where her navel lay. In this way I fucked Sharon’s bare, pummelled stomach until I came jetting cum all over her wet skin. With a long moan I gripped each breast and squeezed hard as I came, thumb and fingers crushing her nipples. She squealed in agony, and as I drew back from her, collapsed to her knees, hugging her breasts. I’d done with her for now, but before I went to clean up, I lashed her with a few kicks to the body, sending her rolling over until she lay motionless on her side. It took me 30 minutes or so to clean up, by which time I had a second erection, and I was tempted to enjoy myself some more. I looked at my watch. Oh what the hell. I went back into the living room where Sharon had managed to pull herself to a sitting position next to the sofa. I grabbed her hair and hauled her 9 stone body up with ease. She must have recovered a little as she tried to struggle, and I had to smack four solid punches into her stomach to quell her resistance. She was relatively easy to drag upstairs, where I threw her into her bedroom and across her bed. Splaying her on her back, I dipped down to take her thong in my teeth, and ripped it off her. I hit her twice more, hooked punches into her glistening ribs, and then I stripped quickly. Two minutes later I was astride her hips looking down over her belly and breasts, with fists clenched, and my erection pressed into her lower belly. She is worthy me being a little late getting home I thought as I started to work over her breasts and belly two fisted. I pounded her nipples into each of her rubbery breasts, and lashed each mound from all angles, smashing each delicious D cup breast mercilessly. In and amongst I would hammer my fist into her sexy tummy, relishing the solid firm feel to her flesh. As I beat her, and as she mewled softly in agony, I slid my length into her neatly trimmed vagina, my leaking cum acting to lubricate her. In and out I thrust into her sublime body, Sharon skewered on the end of my erection, whilst I smacked punch after punch down into her breasts and belly. After a while I flipped her over and took her doggy style while I punched her kidneys, sides and thighs. Gripping each of her thighs, I shot my load deep into her body, and let out a loud satisfied moan. Sharon sank moaning onto her belly. Breathing hard I cruelly hit her between her thighs, watching her convulse and then try to crawl. I flipped her over wrenching on her left arm, and looked at her. What a body. She was almost out of it, eyes flickering. I lifted her face up by her hair, and smashed my fist across her mouth. Still her eyes flickered. Again I hit her across the face, and again, and again, until I saw her eyes roll and her lids close. Leaving go of her hair, her head fell back and she lay naked, beaten, ravished, and gorgeous before me. I needed to shower in her en-suite before I returned to coax her back into the world of the living.

Now it was time to go. Sharon had three weeks to recover before she faced Kay and Rachel.

Striker