Leoni Brought to Justice: Part 6
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at tjlesnig@gmail.com
Brutal boxing justice battle between Leoni and Miya

It’s worth first reading ‘Justice Battle – An introduction’ and the first 5
parts of this story.

As Leoni collapsed to the ring floor, her hoarse screams still echoing around
the ring, Miya gazed for a moment in satisfaction. Her own body ached,
especially her breasts which were swollen and incredibly tender, her lower belly
and sex also had been battered during the last 5 rounds but finally Miya
thought, with another lingering look at Leoni, finally she was beginning to make
Leoni pay for all those hurts and bruises that Leoni had inflicted on her thus
far during the fight. That was good enough for her now, the weariness that she
should have been feeling having been pounded and in turn pounding her opponent
with 10oz gloves for 5 very long rounds, well over an hour of fight time, was
lifted at the sight of a distraught Leoni cradling her bruised and swollen
breasts, breasts that had been small and pert were now distended, large nipples
looked like they were about to explode as the taught bruised skin of Leoni's
breasts seemed to just barely contain the swelling within.

Satisfied, Miya left the ring with Carl and Dave to prepare for what she felt
should now be the formality of the rest of the fight.

Leoni, sunk to her knees and with arms cradling her breasts, was feeling pain
like she'd never felt before. The last 6 punches from Miya felt like they had
ripped her breasts apart so much she was afraid to look. Disbelievingly to her
eyes they were still there, bruised and incredibly swollen but undoubtedly still
attached to her torso. On her knees she rocked forward and almost fell, her arms
shooting out just in time leaving her on all fours, head down. This moment was
captured by the cameras that surrounded the ring, indeed from below a camera
showed a view from between Leoni's splayed knees, a sweat soaked panty
transperent enough to show the dark Vee of Leoni's bush and then arms cradling
her bosom. As Leoni rocked forward her breasts slowly tumble out of her arms
embrace shooting out and away from her body dangling down, turgid nipples almost
touching the ring floor. This movement enough to add a crease of agony onto
Leoni's face before Jim and Helen helped her to her feet and led her away.

In Leoni's dressing room Leoni sat slumped on a bench whilst Helen encouraged
her to hold ice packs against her breasts. The long break between rounds, 15
minutes for this break, was a blessing but also a curse because although the
body had time to recover at the same time the flow of adrenaline diminished and
swellings increased so that when a fighter was hit in the next round the body
was so much more tender. Helen was doing her best to diminish the swelling in
Leoni's breasts but after the brutal 6 blows they'd received from Miya at the
end of the last round you could almost see them swelling up more as Leoni stood
there.

Regardless, Helen did her best whilst Jim prepared to try to bolster Leoni into
surviving as long as she could into the next round. As far as Jim and Helen were
now concerned Leoni could no longer win the fight and now their role became to
lengthen the fight as long as they could - their pay would now be dependent on
the length of the fight with no realistic chance of a winners purse so it would
be a bit disingenuous to suggest that they were still 'helping' Leoni. Just as
Jim was about to speak Leoni lifted her head and asked 'I've got one shot to
Miya's breasts at the start of the next round haven't I?' Jim nodded 'So, what
would happen if I punched her in the cunt?' 'ermmm, what, instead of the breast!
well, you'd be strung up and Miya would get a free shot at you!' 'I'd take that,
I want her to hurt so bad. My breasts xxxx hurt and I want her to pay. I've hit
her down there before, I want to finish her, destroy her. So what if she gets a
shot back?' Jim was stunned, as much as the fight that was still evident in
Leoni as her actual suggestion, he paused while he considered, 'I think that's
brilliant, but you should hit her breast and then her cunt whilst she's being
released. Use your left into her breasts and then you'll have time to drive your
right fist up between her spread legs. You'll flatten her and you'll get a
breast shot against her for the end of the round but the ref won’t count her
out, he'll give her some time to recover before she gets to nail you, but if you
do enough damage she wont be so effective when she gets to hit you. Then though,
you know that you'll have to take hits to give hits, whatever it takes you'll
have to take plenty but nothing compared with what you'll be forced to take if
you allow Miya to win so, let's do it!'

In Miya's changing room the mood was buoyant. Miya although having absorbed some
punishment during the last round wasn't so hurt as she had been at the end of
the 4th and seeing Leoni seemingly at the end of her tether Miya and her seconds
felt sure that they'd now got a decisive advantage. Despite this Carl and Dave
were urging caution and care onto Miya, especially as she herself was hurt
bruised and battered. Miya raised her arms and reached out behind her to undo
her bra, her breasts raised up projected magnificently away from her body barely
contained by the strong sports bra; then Miya laughed, 'you'll have to do this
for me, get me out of this harness'. Dave reached behind her and undid the clasp
and Miya's breasts tumbled free, or rather projected free as despite being
battered, bruised and swollen they were still amazingly firm with little sag and
boobs that would have been large on any frame were positively huge on the asian
Miya. Nevertheless the pain in her boobs was evident as Miya could not hold back
a gasp as her breasts sprung free, every movement of her upper body, arms and
shoulders caused pain to rip through her chest. Despite this Carl encouraged her
to exercise her arms, holding them high above her head and swinging them around,
rotating her shoulders and all manner of loosening procedures.

In Leoni's changing room a similar exercise was taking place but where Miya was
in pain Leoni was in agony, the muscles in her upper chest were on fire and just
stretching her arms up to head height was an effort but gradually she managed to
get a reasonably full range of movement back sweating copiously with pain rather
than the physical effort. Jim and Helen exchanged glances, the unspoken message
being that much more punishment to Leoni's breasts as well as being painful
would restrict Leoni's ability to defend and punch if the interconnected muscles
and nerves in her upper torso were damaged much more. But they'd done what they
could and with just a few minutes to go Helen massaged as much oil into Leoni's
upper body as she could, anything to mitigate against Miya's twisting punches
tearing into Leoni's breasts.

In Miya's changing room they were talking about bras 'I'm not wearing that, it's
too small and it hurts' Miya announced 'But', replied Dave 'it's the biggest
sports bra we have at an 'F' cup, the only bigger Bra we have is a maternity bra
and that doesn't have anything like the same support or protection', 'If it's
bigger, it'll do so let me have it'. So Dave passed Miya a silky, cream coloured
maternity bra who now minus gloves shrugged herself into it. Oiled as she was
the bra almost immediately became semi transparent as it soaked up the oil,
nipples tented the thin fabric and aerola and bruising were clearly visible.
Designed for comfort, the support element although for milk laden breasts was as
nothing compared to the sport bras Miya had been wearing so firm breast or no
they now swung and heaved around as Miya tested the fit stretching her arms up,
shaking her shoulders, bending and twisting her torso. 'it'll do' she announced,
'although I could do with a slightly larger size' she said as in one pose the
cups were forced away from her torso 'It's not far off, and there isn't enough
time. We need to get your gloves on' announced Dave.

Very soon the announcement came over the Tannoy. 'Miya you have 60 seconds to
prepare for your breast blow, each 10 second delay will result in another free
blow awarded against you'. With that both fighters were led into the ring and
Miya's seconds strapped her gloves into the dangling ropes and Miya hung ready
arms bound, stretched out above her head and legs spread positioned on marks on
the ring floor. The position emphasized her massive breasts which swayed and
heaved with each movement and breath, a little lower on her chest now that they
no longer had the sports bra for support but, if anything, looking more
wonderful, bigger and more natural without the minimizing, constricting efforts
of the sports bra. Leoni, in just a brief pair of panties, looked a mess. Her
body was gleaming with oil but this emphasized the bruises and welts that
covered her body, especially her breasts which from a small a-b cup had swollen
massively with the punishment that they'd taken. Every step that Leoni took was
made to minimise any movement of her breasts, distended puffy breasts which
jutted out from her body and two large nipples like small corks ready to pop at
any moment.

With Miya's blindfold attached the ref announced, 'Leoni, you have 60 seconds to
strike Miya one blow to the breast'. The clock started to count down and
instantly the crowd could see that things were not as normal just by the way
that Leoni was sizing up Miya. Then it became clear, she was going to strike
left handed! For those in the crowd that still had slim hopes of a Leoni
comeback (bets made earlier) this seemed like the end, surely she'd only strike
left handed if there was a problem with her right arm. Leoni ignored the buzz of
noise and prepared herself to carry out her plan, she had decided to strike
Miya's right breast so that she would be in the best position to strike right
handed at Miya's cunt, so still with 30 seconds on the clock Leoni drove her
left fist directly at the centre of Miya's right bra cup. In truth Leoni was a 2
handed fighter so her left was barely any weaker than her right and it plunged
into Miya's bra with as much power as Leoni could muster. Miya's breast swelled
and bulged around Leoni's fist and threatend to escape from the confines of the
bra as Miya screamed at the invasive pain. As Leoni's fist withdrew and the
tortured breast bounced back with aftershock Miya's gloves were released and
her blindfold whipped from her face just in time to see a crouching Leoni part
way through a perfect right handed drive up between Miya's spread legs. Before
Miya had even got her arms part way down Leoni's fist impacted the front part of
the broad strip of material that past between Miya's legs with a sickening thud.
Suddenly Miya's world exploded as Leoni's fist hit her most sensitive area, a
perfectly aimed blow to the swell of her sex mound. With a soundless scream of
agony, mouth in an O and eyes bulging with shock Miya dropped to the ring floor
as if she'd been shot, instantly curling into the foetal position fists jammed
between her legs whilst Leoni watched in satisfaction. No way was Miya moving
any time soon she thought to herself.

For a moment neither the ref nor the crowd reacted, it was all too shocking and
sudden. And then the crowd erupted with and excited roar followed by a jabber of
conversation. They'd thought that the fight had settled into its last stages but
this shocking event added a new dimension which was eagerly being discussed. The
ref finally woke up and announced 'Low blow from Leoni, Miya will have a free
shot when ready, seconds please make Leoni ready to receive her blow'. With that
the ropes which had only just retracted above the ring dropped down again as Jim
and Helen started to secure Leoni in the centre of the ring. Meanwhile Carl and
Dave were doing there best with Miya, smelling salts had been needed as Miya was
on the verge of fainting with pain and still curled up her body shaking with
reaction. After a minute Miya had been rolled into a sitting position, legs
drawn up and head against her knees and the ref was starting to get a little
impatient. 'You’ll have 1 more minute to recover so if I were you I'd get back
on your feet, now' he announced to Miya. Miya though was still woozy and faint
and barely had any strength at all, certainly not enough to stand. After another
45 seconds Carl and Dave persuaded Miya that she ought to try to stand as she
only had a short while to prepare for her free blow, so with both of them
helping she slowly eased onto her feet near the corner, head down arms resting
low on the corner post as she stood virtually doubled over in pain.

The cameras had a field day playing over her hanging breasts, so much more
erotic in her new semi see thru bra as they heaved with Miya's quick deep
breathing. Slowly she forced her hands higher up the corner post, forcing
herself into a more upright position, legs trembling with effort. Finally she
turned around letting go of the corner post and stood, still hunched over her
tender sex, but nevertheless standing, swaying on her own two feet. After just
another few seconds the ref announced 'Miya you have 60 seconds to strike Leoni,
the below waistline rule does not apply for this blow' and the clock started
ticking. Miya lurched from the corner on stiff unsteady legs, her face grey with
pain, chest heaving and whole body dripping with sweat. Slowly she got into
position facing Leoni but by now there was just 30 seconds remaining for her to
size up her target. Struggling, she set herself as best she could and with just
5 seconds remaining she drove her right fist up into Leoni's brief knickers. She
hit the target perfectly, and it hurt, but with nothing like the power Miya
could usually muster Leoni was able to take it without going down. Bent over and
breathing hard Leoni staggered back a few steps waiting for Miya to continue her
attack but saw Miya still in the centre of the ring struggling to keep her
balance after her blow.

Both fighters tried to get over the low blows they'd received, the first to do
so would surely have a huge advantage. Miya, though she'd had nearly 3 minutes
to recover had faced the fiercest blow and this blow added on to 3 earlier blows
she'd received whilst Leoni had only received one half power blow with no
previous blows to add to her hurt.

So Leoni forced herself upright, pleased that her tactic had worked and made
herself over to Miya who did her best to force herself into a defensive position
but Leoni swatted Miya's feeble defence away and plowed fists down into the tops
of Miya's breasts as Miya, still crouching tried to cover up. A left and a right
drove into the tops of Miya's respective breasts beating Miya down, but as Miya
sank lower to the canvas her arms came up to protect her breasts so Leoni
changed aim and sank a rising left and right into the centre of Miya's bra cups
each fist sweeping below Miya's ineffectual guard, each blow drawing a short
shriek from Miya who finally slipped down onto the ring floor. Quickly Carl and
Dave sprang into the ring and went to work on Miya, working feverishly they did
there best to help Miya overcome the low blow so that at 18 seconds they were
able to heave her to her feet ice pack held against between her legs but at
least Miya was standing relatively unaided. Carl whispered to her, just keep out
of trouble for a while, don't try anything until you're fit enough to sustain a
proper attack, keep backing away and make her work. The odd jab to her breasts
wont do any harm but don't leave yourself open to another low blow, Leoni
obviously now thinks this is a good tactic for her so be ready for her trying it
again'. Miya remained silent and Carl could only hope that it was a calm silence
after her moments earlier in the fight when she'd allowed her temper to get the
better of her, regardless it was time for Carl and Dave to leave which they
quickly did as the ref started the final 10 count.

Meanwhile the crowd had been treated to slow mo replays of the brief action
(brief action!) of this rounds fight. Firstly Leoni's first breast punch against
Miya. In slow motion Leoni's left fist slowly sinks into Miya's cream maternity
bra, the huge breast bulging out around Leoni's invading glove, breast flesh
forcing it's way out of the sides of the bra, below and above and then as
Leoni's glove withdraws the flesh rushes back and threatens to spring the centre
panel of the bar away - suddenly it is obvious that the maternity bra has a
centre panel designed to be pulled down to allow an infant to suckle a nipple,
and this panel does not seem to be held terribly firmly. Then from below the
shot is repeated Leoni's fist driving into the Miya's jutting breast, Miya's
torso jerking in reaction but then Leoni's right fist slowly comes into view
inexorably heading for a collision with that most sensitive of targets, the
gentle swell of Miya's sex. Even in slow motion the blow was terrible, right in
the centre of the swell were Miya's panties dipped into the V of her sex. The
glove penetrates for a short distance, different camera angles showing the panty
material creasing up against the glove and a shockwave radiating out from the
impact site. But, the glove couldn't penetrate far so sensitive flesh, very
sensitive flesh, was compressed against unyeilding pubic bone and Miya slowly
sinks to the floor as Leoni's fist retreats. The damage that Leoni’s blow has
done is visible in the next shot which shows a weak Miya about to take her free
shot into Leoni; the view from below the ring shows Miya's tight knickers from
below, now show a huge deep V of a camel toe, her sensitive sex lips swollen
from Leoni’s blow so that she looks as if she’s very highly aroused.

Then the camera's snap back to real time as the ref reaches the end of the 10
count.

Miya glares at Leoni who for the first time in a while looks confident, Miya now
had 2 red lights in her corner so for Leoni this round was going even better
than she'd planned. Leoni was standing freely having mostly shaken of the
effects of Miya's weak low blow whilst Miya was still obviously feeling the
effects and stood crouching as the ref waved box on. Stiffly Miya retreats as
Leoni advances, eager to inflict more pain. But a crouching Miya was dificult to
hit without opening up so Leoni jabs at a retreating Miya but only adds bruises
to Miya's forearms as they provide an impenetrable defense. So Leoni tries to go
underneath Miya's gaurd with a left but in doing so leaves an opening
which Miya takes driving a short whipping left up into the underside of Leoni's
bare right breast. Leoni jerks back, shocked at the pain, the first breast blow
she'd taken that round. Now she realised the effect that the 15 minute break had
on internal swelling. Miya smiled for the first time during the round and
appeared about to speak but Leoni ignored her pain and crashed her own right
into Miya's left cheek and then her own left jab ripped into the underneath of
Miya's right bra cup sending it up Miya's body. Quickly Miya covers up and
retreats again whilst Leoni breathes hard still shocked at the pain from Miya's
breast blow. Resolutely though she continues to stalk Miya, both fighters
waiting for an opening rather than trying to force one, but Miya was especially
watchful, waiting for Leoni to give herself away with a shoulder twitch. After a
few false starts when Leoni seemed to change her mind she finally committed
herself but this was what Miya was waiting for so as Leoni's left shoulder
twitched Miya instantly drove a right straight into Leoni's left breast the
moment Leoni left it exposed. 'argghh,' screeched Leoni, both breasts now on
fire having been tagged durng the round.

Miya was gradually getting movement back but still allowed Leoni to advance,
pretending to still find it difficult to stand she remained half stooped
and stiff legged until the next shoulder twitch, this time though she dropped
lower and swept a powerful right low into the left side of Leoni's belly
staggering Leoni who had walked into the punch and agonizingly lingered propped
against Miya's glove before Miya's left swept up from low down and sank into
Leoni's navel. 'unghhh' Each blow drove air from her lungs so quickly she tried
to retreat but suddenly a fit and aggressive Miya followed a now crouching Leoni
and straightened her up with a right to the base of Leoni's left breast, the
thud resounding around the ring as the glove impacted partly on the ribs below
the breast and partly into soft breast flesh, the breast whipped up and slammed
into Leoni's upper torso sweat and oil springing away before the beautiful orb
settled back onto Leoni's chest.

Leoni screamed with the impact, her earlier brief confidence evaporating with
each sickening blow to her breasts. Now she found herself being stalked by Miya,
the early advantage she’d gained from the low blow was dissipating with each
moment as Miya gradually gained more movement. Leoni flicked out a left jab
desperate to slow Miya up but Miya swung her right arm up batting Leoni’s fist
away and drove a left across Leoni’s body into the inside of Leoni’s left breast
forcing the tortured flesh away to the side of Leoni’s body.

Leoni realised, painfully, that the way the fight was going was not good. Each
jab, or punch she sent at Miya was anticipated and usually resulted in painful
crushing of her breasts for no result against Miya. She knew she couldn’t take
much more so was becoming more and more desperate; she resolved to do something,
anything, to survive.

Leoni watched Miya closely and feinted a right jab, instantly Miya’s own right
was plunging towards Leoni who just barely protected her breast in time, then
another feinted right with the same result. Leoni realised that she was doing
something that gave away her intended punch. She didn’t know what but that
didn’t matter for now; she then did something that was the hardest thing she’d
done thus far during the fight. She had a desperate plan to try and get back
onto level terms but she needed Miya to play along, she needed Miya to react to
her punch as she had recently been doing, but after two feints that had resulted
in Miya’s punches been blocked Leoni had to leave herself open one more time so
that Miya would still think she could read Leoni’s punches without fear of
reprisal. Nerving herself Leoni shot out a fierce committed right jab and sure
enough her right breast exploded in pain as Miya, swaying away from Leoni’s jab,
sent out a crushing straight left that hit Leoni’s breast full on the nipple,
dragging a rising yell from Leoni as the breast was pancaked.

Miya grinned, this was payback time for the low blow and she eagerly waited for
the next shoulder twitch as she continued to follow Leoni across the ring.
Leoni’s right shoulder twitched and instantly Miya thrust out a left fist but at
the same time Leoni was dropping like a stone and Miya’s glove glanced of the
top of Leoni’s shoulder who was now inside Miya’s guard, powering upright
driving her right fist into the underside of Miya’s left bra cup with such force
that Miya was knocked back with a cry of anguish her left breast forced high up
her body but Leoni’s attack continued with a straight left plunged into the
centre of Miya’s right bra cup, a right to Miya’s cheek, another left crashing
into the centre of the bouncing right bra cup and then a perfect right to Miya’s
left breast, arm reaching full extension and power as the glove bottomed out
crushing Miya’s breast. Each blow drawing shrill cries from Miya who finally
managed to get a shot back as her own left breast was been penetrated she was
able in turn to send a stinging left fist up into Leoni’s bare right boob, but
with a sobbing cry Leoni ignored the pain of this blow and sent another fierce
one two into the centre of Miya’s bra cups driving Miya back into the ropes. As
Miya felt the ropes against her back she new she had to do something quick or
take more punishment so she allowed herself to fall back using the ropes as
support she slipped down the ropes and was able to deflect Leoni’s next punch so
that it slipped past her head and shoulders. Suddenly Leoni was over extended as
her left fist shot behing Miya’s head, leaning forward she presented her entire
left side towards Miya who blasted her right fist into Leoni’s flying left
breast.

Leoni screamed and reeled away desperate to be out of range of any follow up but
Miya was finding it difficult to push up and away from the ropes, her legs still
didn’t have much power and for a moment it looked like she’d allowed herself to
sink too low against the ropes and might end up on the floor but flinging her
right arm behind her she was able to lever herself upright. On stiff legs Miya
advanced towards Leoni who stood waiting in the centre of the ring, sweat
mingling with tears of pain. Suddenly, as she strode towards Leoni, Miya felt an
odd tickling on her right breast and then the crowd erupted in a huge roar as
the 6’’ diameter breast feeding flap in Miya’s right bra cup fell open and
Miya’s breast extruded out as the slippery flesh forced it’s way through the
opening, the remainder of the bra slipping back into a wide band around the base
of the breast. Miya stopped, staring down in shocked amazement she could see
that the thin nylon zip on the left bra cup was also parting before it too gave
way and her left breast oozed through the circular hole in the centre of her
bra. The rest of the bra rolled and slipped back to form a broad strip of
material around the base of each breast squeezing Miya’s breasts and forcing
them to jut out obscenely and, it must also be said, extremely sexily.

Leoni made use of the distraction and whilst Miya was still staring down at her
breasts Leoni swept in and swung a perfect right uppercut onto the point of
Miya’s chin snapping Miya’s head back and as Miya started to fall like a stone
Leoni’s left briefly halted her drop as it sunk into the underside of Miya’s
right breast, Miya’s limp body cruelly adding to the force of Leoni’s blow as
she dropped onto Leoni’s fist before slipping away to fall sideways onto the
ring floor.

A relieved Leoni went into her corner and tiredly lent against the ring post,
arms down by her side and her still swelling breasts 2 centres of agony amidst a
body that was crying out with aches and pains. She was praying that she’d done
enough damage to Miya to give her a chance of quickly finishing the fight. Her
arms, shoulders and upper torso ached and it was becoming difficult to maintain
power in her punches although she’d managed it so far as her last punch proved.

Miya, for her part was being attended to by Carl and Dave and was groggily
sitting up as she was been worked on. As the count reached 17 she was helped to
her feet, wobbling for a moment before collecting herself with some help from
her seconds. Slowly she walked unaided to the opposite corner and lent there
facing Leoni as Carl and Dave continued to work on her. Ice sponges against her
head and ice packs against her breasts enlarged her nipples which protruded from
lewdly projecting torpedo breasts as Dave whispered instructions to her.
‘Leoni’s in desperation mode so she’s still dangerous but you’ve almost got her
if you keep calm, let her do the work and every time she exposes herself punish
her in her breasts if you can as she can’t take any more there but if you can’t
punish her breasts hit the torso above her breasts and her shoulders as I think
your breast blows have started to seriously damage her upper body muscles,
look at her now’ Dave said stealing a glance at Leoni who was slumped slack
armed in the opposite corner. With that Carl and Dave had to leave as the count
approached 20 so with a final 10 count commencing Miya purposely moved out into
the centre of the ring.

Meanwhile a slow motion replay of Miya’s last breast punch against Leoni was
playing on the ringside screens. The camera showed the view from just behind and
to the side of Miya with the scene starting as Miya was dropping beneath Leoni’s
left fist. Leoni’s fist starts to travel towards Miya and the camera, fierce
determination etched into Leoni’s face as she puts every effort she can into her
left fist, her body moving forward with the fist and her upper torso starting to
swivel her left side towards Miya to maximise the power of her punch. As this
movement takes place her breasts sink down on her chest but then as her punch
misses and with her arm at maximum extension the camera zooms past Miya’s right
fist which is already in motion towards Leoni’s left breast just as the breast
starts to rise up on Leoni’s chest, momentum swinging it up and then extending
the distending flesh towards Miya’s glove which is slowly appearing in shot.
Miya’s glove impacts Leoni’s nipple just as the breast is at maximum extension
from Leoni’s body and remorselessly accelerates it upwards and then in to
Leoni’s body crushing the sensitive flesh against Leoni’s torso sweat and oil
springing away from the bulging, distorted breast.

Leoni was disheartened to see Miya’s purposeful stride to the centre of the
ring, but forced herself into composure and made her own way out of the corner
so that she faced Miya in the centre of the ring as the ref reached 10 and waved
‘box on’. Instantly Miya was on the offensive snapping out a quick left jab into
Leoni’s face. Leoni instantly went into retreat but tracked by a purposeful Miya
who smarted Leoni’s nose with another quick left jab, then as Leoni guard came
up and just blocked a third left jab Miya sent a crisp right into the centre of
Leoni’s belly. Leoni quickened her retreat but Miya kept pace this time her left
jab darted towards Leoni’s right breast but Leoni’s guard was in place and again
this time for a right swung into towards Leoni’s side. Miya kept up the pressure
though and her next left jab caught Leoni high on the forehead and as Leoni’s
head snapped back momentarily she was wide open for Miya’s right fist to slam
into the top and side of Leoni’s left breast.

If anything, the tops of Leoni’s breasts although darkened and mottled with
bruising were not so battered as were the underside or centre so Miya, taking
her seconds advice to heart, seemed determined to even up this outrageous
situation. Leoni, staggering away from Miya’s fierce right, brought her guard
swiftly down fearful of another breast punch but, too low, as Miya’s left
crashed into her right shoulder and then a fierce right crashed into Leoni’s
face who, wobbling, fell backwards into the ropes. Miya followed in throwing
punch after punch into Leoni’s upper body, Leoni kept her head down and her arms
protectively around her breasts but Miya’s punches were aimed exactly as her
seconds had advised – not to knock Leoni out but to sap her upper body strength
so blow after blow crashed into Leoni’s upper arms, shoulders and collarbone
area whilst Leoni wilted under the onslaught. More and more Leoni was folding
over, trying to minimise the area that Miya could hit so adjusting her aim Miya
went low and from just to the right side of Leoni she sent two sharp jabbing
punches low into Leoni’s left kidneys before stepping away.

Leoni groaned as she absorbed the kidney punches and lurched away on unsteady
legs. Miya slowly advanced as Leoni turned to face her and Miya had the
satisfaction of seeing a thin trickle of blood running out of Leoni’s left
nostril. Amazingly neither fighter had drawn blood up till now, but then so much
of the action had been against the body. As blood trickled across her mouth
Leoni wiped it away with her forearm the blood mingling with the oil and sweat
to leave a large red smear across herface and arm. Miya snapped a crisp, quick
left jab high into Leoni’s face and then, with Leoni’s guard busy protecting her
face, Miya’s right swept in low and hard into the centre of Leoni’s lower belly
beneath the navel. ‘Ommpffh’ gasped Leoni who staggered away partially winded.
Miya followed and with another head high left jab just barely blocked by Leoni,
Miya was again able to pick her spot with a powerful right this time rising up
into the underside of Leoni’s left breast who screamed, her voice hoarse with
pain as her breast was violently whipped up and once again crushed against her
torso. Desperately covering up, Leoni retreated a final step and found herself
firmly in the corner. Instantly, with a boxers self preservation, she sent her
own right driving into the centre of Miya’s now bear left breast and as Miya’s
yelp rung about the ring Leoni quickly slipped away from the corner.

Miya’s troublesome bra did not cope with this blow very well, as Leoni’s fist
plunged in the breast flesh bulged out against the broad circle of material that
still supported Miya’s left breast, causing it to rollback so that now Miya’s
left breast was constricted at the base by the rolled up remains of her
maternity bra, her breast been forced to bulge out even more obscenely than
before.

Miya quickly closed in on Leoni and walked straight into a left which plunged
into her right breast. With a fierce yell through gritted teeth Miya ignored the
pain and retaliated, a left into Leoni’s cheek, then a right aimed at the point
of Leoni’s chin was blocked, another left high to the face crashed into Leoni’s
forehead snapping her head backwards and then, with Leoni of balance and her
whole body exposed, Miya sent a powerful right low into Leoni’s belly just above
the waistband of her brief knickers. Leoni’s mouth flew open as she forcefully
exhaled and at the same time folded around Miya’s fist, trying to step away but
with jellied legs she started to plunge forward to the floor. Miya stepped aside
allowing Leoni to crash heavily onto the ring floor

As the ref started the 30 count, Jim and Helen rushed into the ring and eased
Leoni up into a sitting position.Miya watched with interest and increasing
satisfaction as Leoni struggled for breath, sitting head down gulping in
mouthfuls of air.

Miya had plenty of time to watch replays of the recent action, she was
especially interested to see the body shots that she had inflicted on Leoni
since the last knock down, 2 kidney shots and at least 3 powerful blows to the
lower belly. The 3 belly shots were shown in slow motion, each time Miya’s fist
impacted Leoni’s flesh creased up around the glove and shockwaves swept away
from the impact site. Disturbingly for Leoni each new blow was penetrating
deeper and deeper into Leoni’s muscle wall, so that with the last blow a huge
shockwave travelled out away from the impact site whilst in a split screen
Leoni’s face was seen contorting, her mouth gaping open as her lungs forcefully
emptied themselves of air, spittle flying.

With the count at 15 seconds Leoni was sitting more upright. With blood still
slowly leaking from her left nostril she looked a mess with streaks of blood
mixed with sweat and oil marking her torso and staining the tops of her
knickers. Helen wiped away the blood and worked on stemming the slow trickle
whilst Jim tried to rub life back into Leoni’s body. At 27 seconds Jim and Helen
eased Leoni to her feet, although she remained somewhat doubled over whilst she
was guided towards the corner. During the 2nd 30 second count Jim was trying to
encourage a distraught Leoni into one more mighty effort, ‘I can’t take any
more’ she cried to Jim, ‘my breasts are agony and she reads my punches…. My god
what am I going to do’ she sobbed. ‘Carry on, that’s what’ Jim replied, ‘look,
your 3 knockdowns to 1 up in this round and she has breasts as well which you’ve
battered. You did fantastic at the start of this round but you’ll have to take
more if you want to win this; I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again, if
you start to lose this fight your breasts are going to be battered beyond
anything you can imagine so if you think you’re in agony now, well, you can’t
afford to lose can you, so listen. Miya’s reading you because you’re being
tentative, you’re shaping up a punch, stopping, changing your mind and then
sending it out by which time you’ve given yourself away. Watch Miya and
counterpunch when she presses, don’t allow her to push you around and when you
get an opening throw combinations. Don’t forget to watch for a chance to go low,
but make it a good one if you do’.

With that Jim and Helen had to leave the ring as the count reached 30, so with
just a final 10 count remaining Miya approached menacingly whilst Leoni tried to
get herself together and move away from the corner. The moment the ref waved box
on Miya struck out a left jab into Leoni’s face snapping her head back. Quickly,
Leoni covered up and retreated pursued by Miya who followed with her left arm
held high, half extended and then snap, snap, Miya let loose another two quick
left jabs into Leoni’s face, painfully scrunching up Leoni’s nose which started
bleeding again then, seemingly poised to unleash another left jab, Leoni
unwittingly raised her guard and Miya drove in a rising right fist into Leoni’s
left breast. ‘Noooeeee’ screamed Leoni as her breast was flattened and she
staggered back just avoiding Miya’s left. Miya closed in, left arm poised as
before but suddenly her left breast exploded with searing agony as Leoni struck,
slipping under Miya’s poised Left fist she sank her right fist into
the centre of Miya’s bulging right breast and then, standing upright, she lent
forwards adding power to her left as she drove it towards the point of Miya’s
chin. Miya reacted just barely in time knocking Leoni’s fist aside, she closed
in allowing Leoni’s left fist to sail past her face and with her own left arm
she embraced Leoni, holding her tightly to her body and in the process trapped
Leoni’s right arm between their bodies. Muscles rippling in her powerful thighs
Miya drove Leoni into the corner, accelerating with each step so that there was
a resounding thud as Leoni’s back crashed into the post and an audible
gasp from Leoni as air rushed from her lungs. But this was the least of Leoni’s
problems as Miya now went to work with her free right fist crashing blow after
blow into Leoni’s left side and kidneys, once, twice, three times Miya right
fist was drawn back and driven mercilessly low into Leoni’s already weakened
left side and back, each blow causing Leoni to cry out, shudder and twist with
pain as she tried escape from Miya’s awful embrace. Leoni’s own left fist was
free but with the angles of their respective bodies Leoni could not do anything
effective with it except weakly pound Miya’s upper back. For Miya however, a 4th
blow into Leoni’s left side might have been enough to send Leoni to the canvass
but Miya didn’t want to do this just yet so drawing her right fist back again
she drove her next punch in higher to Leoni’s ribs, then the next higher still
virtually into Leoni’s armpit. This stopped Leoni’s ineffectual attempts at
punching back as she instead tried vainly to defend her left side. Now Miya sent
punches into Leoni’s upper arm and shoulder, her arm working like a well oiled
piston as it pounded away into a wilting Leoni, 3, 4, 5 and then a 6th punch hit
Leoni’s upper left arm until finally Miya stepped back releasing Leoni giving
herself room to send her left fist low into Leoni’s belly.

This last blow sank deep into Leoni’s midriff driving the wind out of Leoni’s
lungs with an omphff. Still in the corner she started to sag and fold over, her
left arm hanging uselessly by her side leaving her dangling left breast
dangerously exposed for Miya to drive a brutal uppercut into the tender flesh.
‘aiiyeeee’ screeched Leoni with what breath she had left and desperately tried
to spin away as she straightend with the blow. Leoni’s right side was now
exposed as she tried to protect her weakened left side. Leoni threw out her
right fist, desperate to keep Miya away but Miya shrugged off the impact, taking
the blow on her shoulder and in turn drove her right fist into the side of
Leoni’s right breast, her glove squashing and driving the breast across Leoni’s
body forcing it into Leoni’s left breast dragging another shriek from Leoni, but
barely had that shriek begun to resonate when Miya’s left fist looped around and
impacted on the point of Leoni’s chin, instantly cutting of Leoni’s cry as her
jaws were snapped shut. For a moment Leoni seemed to survive this blow but as
Miya was setting up another right Leoni wilted, her eyes slowly rolled upwards
and she pitched forwards landing unmoving, face down on the ring floor.

Whilst Helen and Jim leaped into the ring the audience were treated to a close
up of Leoni from the camera underneath the ring. Starting from Miya’s last blow
to Leoni’s lower belly the camera, angled from just in front and below Leoni,
showed Miya’s punch driving into Leoni’s now weakened stomach muscles, Leoni’s
whole body convulsing as the blow sank home. Then, in slow motion, Leoni starts
to sag, her knees part as she begins to sag and fold over revealing as she does
so that her brief sweat soaked knickers have ridden up into her sex. Her bent
over pose also presents the audience with a perfect view of her battered,
bruised and swollen breasts as they dangle undefended against Miya’s red glove
that sweeps into viewand sinks into the centre of Leoni’s left breast slowly
crushing it into Leoni’s body, the tortured flesh slowly distorting around
Miya’s glove but with nowhere to escape to it is crushed mostly flat, a circle
of tortured, stretched flesh surrounding Miya’s glove as it powers up driving
Leoni back upright before the gloveretreats allowing the mass of intense pain
that is Leoni’s breast to return to it’s new enlarged distended shape. Now the
camera cuts to Leoni lying prone on the ring floor, her breasts squashed flat
against the transparent ring floor and then, similarly her left cheek amidst a
growing pool of red blood that was trickling from her nose.

Back to real time and the count had reached 20 and a conscious Leoni was sitting
Up whilst Helen vigorously massaged her arms and shoulders. Leoni didn’t look
like she enjoyed being conscious but nevertheless she was concentrating on what
Jim was saying, albeit with an air of desperation, hoping for any hint that she
might yet prevail and stop futher punishment. Jim for his part was desperately
trying to convince Leoni that she still had a chance, which on paper looked a
reasonable position to take. Down one round in 5 and up 3 knockdowns to 2 in
this round. But Jim knew that barring a miracle Leoni was done for and that
Leoni’s desperate low blow attack at the beginning of the round had not quite
worked as Miya had recovered and was now much stronger than Leoni. The one
positive was that Leoni had earned the chance to try again with her three knock
downs of Miya earlier in the round. Maybe, just maybe, Leoni would have one more
chance of a miracle. In the meantime Jim had to encourage her to fight otherwise
she could end up so destroyed that no matter what options were presented she
wouldn’t have the power or energy to take advantage of them.

Miya also had time to consider her strategy for the rest of this round, and
she’d come to the same conclusions as Jim. So felt that she was now in a
position to knock Leoni out whenever she wanted, but Miya was considering what
Leoni had done to her at the start of this round and what she might try at the
start of the next.. She didn’t want to face 3 breast punches against a revived
Leoni, let alone what other dirty tricks she might try. So Miya decided that
attrition was now in order, so she resolved to work Leoni over and completely
drain her of energy.. Then she could enjoy the later rounds and properly repay
Leoni for her own hurts.

Whilst Leoni was being helped to her feet, just before the end of the first
count, Miya realised that the cameras were now focused on her. Her ill judged
decision to wear a maternity bra was now an embarrassment to her as well as
being somewhat painful. The front opening flaps had not stood up to Leoni’s
punches and the small nylon zip that held the flaps in place had been destroyed
very early in the round. This wouldn’t have been a major problem except that the
remaining bra cup material had rolled back to form a constricting loop around
the base of each breast and whilst not over tight, it was certainly tight enough
to squeeze out Miya’s enormous breasts in a rather obscene (to Miya’s way of
thinking) way. The pressure around the base and lack of support was also
uncomfortable to Miya, each jog and bounce emphasising the pain from her
breasts.

As the standing count progressed to 30, Leoni exercised her arms and shoulders
helped by Helen, her face etched with pain and effort for each movement of her
body until finally Jim and Helen had to leave. Both Miya and Leoni moved into
the centre of the ring as the red counted out the last 10 count. Miya had the
satisfaction of reading the signs of desperation in Leoni’s face whilst for her
part Leoni watched Miya with some trepidation. Leoni could see the confidence
oozing out of Miya and was horribly aware that it almost certainly was not
misplaced, her breasts were twin centres of utter agony magnified by each step
that she took and in a very few seconds they would be targets for Miya’s fists.
Leoni very much doubted that she could take another punch to either breast yet
whatever the outcome of the fight she surely would have to, but to win the fight
she’d have to accept punches and this, she was beginning to painfully realise,
she might no longer be able to do.

The moment the ref waved ‘box on’ Miya jabbed a left into Leoni’s face,
instantly re-starting the trickle of blood from Leoni’s left nostril. And then
as Miya jabbed another left at Leoni’s face Leoni ducked underneath and rammed
her right fist low into Miya’s belly and immediately drove her left up into
Miya’s right breast catching the bare flesh and driving the huge orb up to
shoulder height before quickly retreating from Miya’s retaliatory right fist.
Miya paused for a moment sucking in deep breathes of air to replace what Leoni
had driven from her and mentally cursed herself for complacency. Time after time
Leoni had surprised her with her resilience, but this time she resolved to keep
patient. So she approached Leoni once more who kept backing away as had been
the pattern for much of the fight. Jab, Jab Miya sent 2 quick left jabs head
high but Leoni just got her guard up in time, then as Miya feinted a third jab
Leoni tried to duck underneath again to repeat her low hard right but Miya was
ready and as Leoni’s right fist swept in low towards her she swayed to the left
and like a toreador allowed Leoni’s fist to just miss and meeting no resistance
Leoni’s fist missed and continued to miss as her arm stretched helplessly out
away from her body. Instantly Miya’s own right sank low into Leoni’s already
damaged left side and Miya followed up with a left into the base of Leoni’s left
breast. ‘Ughhh’, turned to and anguished ‘nooo’ as Leoni staggered away. Miya
followed, not wanting Leoni to have any respite, a jab towards Leoni’s right
breast brought Leoni’s gaurd desperately into place and Miya’s fist thudded into
Leoni’s right forearm, again and again Miya peppered jabs towards Leoni’s upper
torso, all mostly blocked but even so each blocked breast punch drew gasps of
anguish from Leoni as her own gloves or arms were driven into the tender flesh.
After 10 or so jabs Leoni tried her own left at Miya’s face, but the blow lacked
power and Miya swatted the fist aside with her right and with a snarl drove her
own left brutally into Leoni’s exposed left breast. Leoni staggered back crying
out in agony and for a moment looked like she might faint as her legs wobbled
but she just managed to recover in time to sway back from a right aimed at her
face. Miya closed and continued pelting Leoni with quick jabs, 6, 7, 8 jabs
aimed at Leoni’s upper torso were blocked and the punishment absorbed by Leoni’s
arms, then Miya aimed higher scrunching Leoni’s nose and the trickle of blood
from her left nostril was joined by one from the right. Leoni was afraid to
throw a punch but realising that she was been slowly battered into defeat she
attempted a left, swaying aside from a left from Miya she sent her own left
towards Miya’s face. Miya saw the punch coming and quickly dropped underneath
and whilst Leoni’s arm was extended she whipped her right hard into Leoni’s left
armpit. Leoni’s mouth gaped open in shock and her left arm dropped heavily to
her side, it felt like electric shocks were travelling up and down her arm and
into her shoulder, other than that most feeling and strength had gone from her
arm as Miya had struck at a vulnerable nerve centre. It took all of her strength
to slowly lift her arm back up into guard, it was as if made of lead. Miya
grinned and kept up the jabs, still targeting Leoni’s upper torso and shoulders;
Leoni had expected a full frontal attack and a painful KO or knockdown but in a
way the relentless wearing down of her body was worse, she knew that each blow
was sapping her strength and resolve but other than keep backing off she didn’t
know what to do. Tears were streaming down her fear stricken face adding to the
twin streams of blood trickling from her nostrils. Leoni’s numb left arm was
slowly gaining strength and movement but just as it was returning to normal Miya
crashed a quick one two into her left shoulder and upper arm. Miya went back
high into Leoni’s face, this time targeting her eyes and there was little Leoni
could do other than try to dodge, or block right handed. But… after a successful
right hand block of a left from Miya, Leoni’s entire torso was left completely
undefended. With a an expression halfway between a snarl and a smile, Miya
powered her right fist full onto the nipple of Leoni’s abused left breast and
crunched into the tender fleah. ‘Iiiyeeeeee’, screeched Leoni with a hoarse
voice as her breast exploded with searing agony, but even as her scream echoed
out Miya’s left fist was driving up into Leoni’s right breast as Leoni found her
retreat cut of by the unyielding ring post. Desperately Leoni tried to slip away
along the ropes, backing and turning to her right as Miya’s right fist was
plunging towards her left breast she very nearly made it in time. Instead of
plunging into Leoni’s left breast Miya’s glove caught the tip of her left nipple
before crashing into the inside of Leoni’s right breast crushing it against the
unyielding ring post. Instantly Leoni’s mouth gaped in a silent scream and her
face blanched with shock and pain. For a moment time stood still, Miya’s glove
seeming to have impaled Leoni’s right breast against the ring post and then as
Miya’s glove retreated Leoni dropped senseless to the ring floor.

The ref instantly started a count as Jim and Helen raced to Leoni’s side and
rolled her into the recovery position. Helen quickly held an ice pack to Leoni’s
right breast whilst Jim broke a phial of smelling salts under her nose. Leoni
jerked in response and came round but almost instantly blacked out again. For a
few moments as Helen adjusted the ice pack the cameras were able to focus on
Leoni’s breasts and even from such a short glimpse it was obvious that the right
breast was now much more swollen than the left with vicious, dark angry
bruising. As the count reached 20 Leoni was still coming in and out of
consciousness but finally she seemed to be just staying awake. As her
consciousness returned however so did the awful pain and her body shook with
torment, tears of pain and anguish streamed down her face mixing with the blood
from her nostrils and running down her body streaking and mixing in with the oil
and sweat. As the count reached 25 Helen and Jim tried to get Leoni onto her
feet and despite Leoni’s protests and shakes of her head they just managed to
haul her up before the end of the 30 count. The effort of bringing Leoni to her
feet almost made her faint again so Jim had to almost completely take her weight
whilst Helen did her best to ease Leoni’s pain. Both breasts had taken more
punishment during the round and were clearly more swollen, especially the right
which to this point of the fight had suffered comparatively less than the left
but after the awful blow it had just received you could see it swelling up, the
flesh darkening with increasing bruising.

Whilst Helen and Jim struggled with Leoni replays were showing some of the
recent action, but most eyes were on the screens showing the last moments
starting from when Miya struck Leoni’s undefended left breast. Miya’s right
glove could be seen slowly impacting Leoni’s still erect nipple and in slow
motion driving Leoni’s left breast into her torso, unlike earlier in the fight
Miya’s glove no longer fully enveloped the breast, swollen as it was a circle of
torturted breast flesh was squeezed out surrounding Miya’s glove as it drove
hard into Leoni’s breast. The force of the blow staggered Leoni’s body, her
entire torso jerked with the impact and was driven back, lurching into the
corner post and then as Leoni desperately tried to escape and she turned aside
Miya’s left fist slowly kissed and brushed past Leoni’s left breast, the
excellent camera work showing the nipple bending aside as Miya’s glove glanced
past to sink into the inside and base of leoni’s right breast. With nowhere to
go the flesh slowly forced out and away as the breast was pummelled against the
corner post, the nipple slowly pushing away from Leoni’s body as the centre of
her breast was squashed. The perfectly detailed slow motion replay showed the
tortured breast flesh bulge obscenely, the nipple and aureola area specifically
as the glove drove in to maximum before Miya’s glove retreated and Leoni dropped
senseless to the floor.

Meanwhile Jim and Helen were struggling with a tearful Leoni. ‘No more, no
more’, she sobbed, then ‘arghhh, no don’t touch them’, as Helen gently tried to
hold ice packs to her breasts. ‘I’ve got to, this will ease some of the pain’
Helen replied, ‘and if you don’t make this count you’re about to receive 3
breast punches’. Leoni knew this, but the reminder brought a fresh bout of
sobbing. ‘Come on’ Jim said ‘one good punch is all you need’ he continued
although not really meaning it. By now the count was in the low 20’s and both
Jim and Helen frantically tried their best to get Leoni in a position to support
herself, her arms were draped across the corner post and as Jim and Helen left
the ring Leoni did her best to remain standing but with jellied legs trembling
with effort and arms, equally devoid of strength, she slowly slipped down the
corner post onto her knees, then haunches before toppling onto her side arms
protectively held around her tender breasts.

‘6th round to Miya’ declared the ref, ‘seconds, prepare Leoni to receive 3
breast punches. You have 1 minute’. With that ropes dropped from the ceiling
above the ring and a ties were set up in the centre of the ring to hold Leoni’s
legs. These hadn’t been used earlier in the fight but now, at this stage, it was
common sense that fighters would not have the strength or composure to hold the
proper position. Jim and Helen worked quickly to get Leoni fastened in the
centre of the ring, her arms held aloft and her legs separated so that she was
in the ‘star’ position. Meanwhile a bowl of suregrip had been placed in Miya’s
corner and Miya was making sure that her gloves were well dried and coated with
the suregrip powder; she wanted to make these 3 punches as punishing as
possible. As soon as Leoni was properly bound the ref approached with a pair of
small scissors and gently pulled the thin strip of panty fabric away from
Leoni’s left hip and cut it, the fabric dropped away partially revealing Leoni’s
cunt and her black wiry pubes and then the ref quickly snipped the fabric at
Leoni’s right hip and the remains of the small bloodstained fabric dropped to
the floor revealing Leoni’s tightly cropped deep black pubes parted slightly due
to Leoni’s wide spread stance and exposing small delicate labia.

Leoni stood, arms stretched high above her head and with legs spread. The pose
raised and flattened her breasts but, grossly swollen as they were they
projected out from her body, bruised, battered and incredibly vulnerable to the
blows they were about to receive. Leoni seemed barely able to keep her head
raised, in fact whilst the ref snipped away her panties her head had been bowed
in humiliation as well as abject tiredness. Blood slowly dripped from her
nostrils splattering her upper torso, small trickles combining with oil and
sweat to run between her breasts, down her stretched belly and towards her cunt.
Abjectly and with fear Leoni watched Miya as she pushed her glove into the
suregrip, twisting it in the powder to ensure a good coating. Miya eyed Leoni’s
breasts, visibly larger than at the end of the previous round especially the
right breast which seemed to be swelling and darkening as Miya watched and
prepared to strike.

The ref attached a blindfold to Leoni and then announce ‘Miya’, you have 3
breast shots which you must take to alternate breasts. You have 60 seconds for
each blow starting from now’. Leoni was trembling in her bounds as Miya
approached and sized her up. She was going to strike the right breast but
allowed the clock to tick down to maximise the strain and anticipation in Leoni.
45 seconds, 30 seconds, 15 seconds counted down then Miya with a powerful step
forward and swivel of her shoulders drove her right glove into Leoni’s right
breast. The impact made a awful wet thudding sound that was almost instantly
overlaid by a huge scream of pain and anguish from Leoni who thrashed
uncontrollably in her bounds, her voice breaking uncontrollably.

The slow motion replay showed Miya’s glove slowly penetrating Leoni’s breast,
hitting just below the nipple and travelling slightly upwards driving the breast
inexorably into Leoni’s body twisting and screwing into the breast as it
penetrated. More and more of the breast flesh was been enveloped as the fist
drove slowly in until at maximum penetration Leoni’s entire body was lifted and
driven back by the force of the blow a shockwave of breast flesh rippling up
above the impacting glove.

Meanwhile the clock was counting down for the second blow. Miya was re coating
her glove with suregrip whilst Leoni was still sobbing in shock and pain. ‘No,
no more, please, no more’ she was saying over and over again. But the ref
interrupted, ‘Pease remain still, if you continue to dance around I will award
an extra blow, Miya you have 30 seconds remaining for your second blow’. Leoni
never got a chance to control her movements, Miya took the opportunity to
surprise her and with maximum power drove her fist into Leoni’s left breast, a
perfect repeat of her earlier blow to Leani’s right breast. A hoarse scream
erupted from Leoni and she again thrashed in torment. Miya made as if she was
trying to line up her third blow and the ref announced ‘Leoni, hold yourself
still for your next blow. You have 5 seconds’. ‘I can’t take any more’ sobbed
Leoni, ‘I give up, I did it, I did it, please no more I admit it, I admit
everything, anything just stop please’ pleaded a distraught Leoni. ‘Well now’
said the ref ‘it’s good to confess. Stop the clock for a moment and I’ll explain
the situation. You’ve had a chance to fight for your innocence and had you won,
Miya in the name of the state, would have been punished by you until she had
lost 6 rounds. It seems now that you’re on the losing side of this fight you’re
pleading guilty, but, remember an element of this fight is for punishment
against your ill deeds and retribution for those people you’ve wronged. One of
those ill deeds was to conceal your true boxing skills which I’m sure has caused
Miya more pain than she would have liked to take in this ring today, so for that
reason amongst others, we will continue. Leoni, for this delay I am awarding
Miya an extra breast punch. Miya, continue when ready’. Leoni was wracked with
sobs and still continued her pleading cries but fearfully held herself
reasonable steady as Miya allowed the clock to tick down. At 10 seconds
remaining she drove her right fist into Leoni’s right breast, full on the nipple
and driving straight in this time, again with a screw of her glove as it drove
in. ‘Ayyiiiiiiii’ a desperate shriek from Leoni as her turgid breast was crushed
and twisted into her torso, her cry repeating in short bursts as, almost
hyperventilating, she alternated her scream with sucking in gulps of air. Miya
quickly recoated her glove and whilst Leoni was still in shock from the last
blow Miya drove her glove up into the base of Leoni’s left breast, a powerful
uppercut that whipped Leoni’s breast violently up, the glove continuing it’s
upward trajectory, seemingly trying to rip the breast from Leoni’s torso and
send it up over her shoulder. Leoni screamed, the sound dying away as her head
sank back as she momentarily fainted before coming around once again and
erupting in sobs.

The ropes released and Leoni dropped to the floor, all strength lost from her
limbs and again she pleaded with the ref. The ref considered for a moment before
replying ‘Do you consider your self totally finished?’ ‘Yes’ came the sobbed
reply from Leoni. ‘Yet’, answered the ref ‘not long ago you brutally,
deliberately and illegally punched Miya in the cunt, so you had plenty of fight
then. I’ve decided that we will continue with the fight up to a logical conclusion.

You have 20 minutes to prepare.

Constructive criticism very welcome

tjlesnig@gmail.com

By TJ