Here's another story by Tom about my boxing debut in the Steppes. Hope you enjoy - please comment!
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Kayla
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BOXING IN THE STEPPES
BY TOM
Kayla and Heather had been kidnapped by a Central Asian warlord and taken to his palace where they were informed that Kayla was the latest addition to his stable of bare-knuckle boxers. Kayla had, of course, refused and maintained her stance even in the face of brutal torture. It was only when the guards began torturing Heather that she gave in. She believed them when they told her that any failure to cooperate on her part would see Heather suffer. So Kayla entered into training and took it very seriously. She learned how to punch with the flat of her fist to avoid breaking her knuckles, how to put her entire body into a punch and the basics of how to defend herself. Unfortunately her trainers only had six days to get her ready for the upcoming fight card.
The rules in the warlord’s arena are simple and savage. Only punches with the closed fist are allowed. Specifically eye gouging and choking are forbidden. Rabbit and kidney punches, on the other hand are allowed. Wrestling throws may be used to toss an opponent. When one fighter goes down for any reason, her cornerpeople help her back to the corner, dragging her if necessary, and must revive her so that she can return to the center of the ring once thirty seconds have elapsed. A fight ends when one fighter cannot do so or if one fighter gives up. For the losers in particular, it is a brutal and bloody sport with the fighters needing between two and four weeks to recover before fighting again.
The boss of Arbur’s gym explained to Kayla what was at stake. “The owner of a winning fighter earns status. There are also substantial sums of money wagered on the fights. We think that maybe you need extra motivation. If you win, fine. If you lose badly enough, then you will be tied to the wall so that you can watch your friend Heather being tortured. If you lose but are judged to have fought well, you will be sent on a sexual assignment. If you discharge that assignment satisfactorily, the account is squared. If not, your friend pays the balance with her pain.”
Unfortunately for Kayla, this fighting circuit did not have a Novice Division. Her name went into the hat along with those of the other women and she was paired against a German woman named Magda. Magda, she was told, is 5’4” and an experienced fighter. She is quick with good hand speed although she does not punch as hard as some. Kayla’s trainer advised her to try to trap Magda against the ropes or in the corner and work the body. Otherwise, “Good luck”.
Kayla was led to the changing room at the appointed hour. Her trainer explained that the black bikini was not to be worn in the ring. She gave Kayla a large box containing an assortment of panties. Kayla sifted through and picked skimpy sky-blue number with a v-back and mesh front which would not completely hide her jet-black cxnthair. She put it on and looked at herself with some satisfaction in the mirror. She was ready to hit someone.
She was led to the ring where she laid eyes on her opponent for the first time. She was not quite as tall as Kayla but had a graceful look about her. Kayla did not doubt the reports of her speed. The referee called the women to the center of the ring to explain the rules. The two women glared at each other until ordered to return to their corners. The bell rang for round one.
Kayla came out of her corner in the defensive stance that she’d been taught. Magda’s speed was immediately apparent as she slammed half a dozen quick jabs to Kayla’s face. Kayla was so consumed by the desire to punch someone that she forgot her training and began throwing wild haymaker lefts and rights. Magda avoided them with ease and drove Kayla back to the ropes. She then leaned against Kayla to trap her and began throwing a series of under-hand, triphammer punches to Kayla’s belly. Kayla grunted helplessly as each landed. Then Magda began hammering her ribs with a series of thudding punches. Finally Kayla thought to hook Magda to the kidneys. The German girl flinched from the pain of the punches and Kayla was able to escape, although she was breathing hard. Finally she remembered to jab. Magda bobbed head back and forth so most of the jabs missed. She then counter-punched, slamming hard left hooks to Kayla’s face. Blood dribbled from a cut on her cheek and one on the bridge of her nose. To vary her attack, Magda also hooked Kayla’s sore ribs. Finally she punched Kayla in the kidney and to the side of the neck and knocked her down. Kayla was able to stand and return to her corner. The first round lasted just over three minutes.
Her cornerpeople stopped the bleeding cuts and put ice on an area of swelling under her left eye. Her trainer told her that she had to do better. ‘Thanks’, thought Kayla. The bell rang to summon the fighters for round two.
Magda picked up where she’d left off, snapping Kayla’s head around with jabs and hooks. Suddenly Kayla had an idea. As she ate yet another jab, she threw a counter that landed square on Magda’s left nipple with a satisfying THWACK and flattened the breast like a pancake. Magda flinched at the unexpected pain, so Kayla slammed a hard punch into the right breast. Suddenly Magda was grimacing and on the defensive. Kayla slammed a couple more punches to Magda’s breasts and forced her to back up until she leaned up against the ropes. By this time, she had positioned her right forearm to protect her battered tits, while she tried to keep Kayla at a distance with jabs. Kayla took a jab, slipped another one and crowded so close to Magda that their breasts crushed against each other. Kayla went to work on Magda’s kidneys until the German girl screamed in pain. Kayla pushed herself away and began throwing lefts and rights to Magda's face. Soon the German girl had several cuts on her face. Then Kayla went downstairs and pounded Magda’s belly with a series of triphammer lefts and rights. Suddenly Magda clutched her belly and slumped to the canvas. The second round had lasted about four minutes.
Between rounds Kayla’s trainer warned her to be careful. “A wounded animal is the most dangerous.” Kayla nodded and grinned to herself. Under normal circumstances, she would prefer to be in the shower or under the sheets with such a beautiful woman. Yet, probably in reaction to being tortured for two days, she was enjoying giving her a beating. The bell rang to begin round three.
Magda was partly doubled over and breathing with difficulty from the beating Kayla had given her stomach. But she had found her jab. She nailed Kayla under the eye with three thudding hard ones before Kayla knew what was happening. Kayla grew more careful and noticed that, with Magda partly doubled over, her magnificent breasts were swaying unprotected. Kayla resumed beating them. She smashed them as flat as pancakes, she uppercut and bent them in half, she hooked one so hard that its nipple slapped into the other nipple. Magda’s face was contorted in pain. She moved the arm that had been protecting her belly up to protect her breasts. So Kayla stepped closet to work the stomach again. Only Magda was waiting for her and nailed her with a sweeping left to the point of her jaw. Kayla fell backward like a tree, her head hitting the canvas with a thud. The third round had lasted three minutes.
Her trainer dragged her back to her corner. She was almost unconscious. Her trained administered smelling salts and slipped an ice chip down her thong to revive her. But her head was still foggy when the bell rang for round four.
Magda was now showing little sign of the beating her stomach had taken, although her breasts were pink from Kayla’s punches. Kayla merely struggled to defend herself as Magda stalked her. Magda snapped her head back with stiff jabs to the left eye. She threw several straight smashes to Kayla’s 36A’s and proceeded to work her stomach. The ring echoed with the THWAP of Magda’s punches savaging Kayla’s belly. Only her athlete’s stomach muscles protected her. Magda alternated with vicious hooks to the kidneys. It was Kayla’s turn to grimace in pain. Magda must have senses when Kayla’s head cleared because she connected with an uppercut which dazed her and made her stagger backwards into the corner. With Kayla backed against the unyielding turnbuckles, the belly smashed really hurt. Soon she was doubled over herself gasping for breath, Magda pounded her face one last time and then picked her up and slammed her to the canvas. Round four had lasted seven agonizing (for Kayla) minutes.
Her trainer helped her back to her corner. Even though he iced the left eye, it swelled shut, leaving Kayla a one-eyed fighter. At least she was clear-headed as the bell rang for round five.
Magda realized her advantage at once and began punching Kayla around the ring with right hand punches to the face, to the ribs, to the kidney. Kayla, of course, could not see them coming. Kayla began flinching extra-hard at the rib punches as her ribs became bruised. The pain got to the point that she was forced to use her left arm to protect her side. Magda amused herself slapping Kayla’s boobs around and then went back upstairs. With a series of thudding lefts and rights, she snapped Kayla’s head back and forth, opening more cuts so that her face was totally covered in blood and drops of blood were flying off her head under the impact of Magda’s punches. Magda then faced her foe and gave Kayla’s right side the same treatment that the left had received. Soon her right ribs screamed in pain, both breasts burned from being slapped around. A hard left hand opened a cut over Kayla’s right eye and soon the eye was full of blood. Magda tried to end it with a pair of uppercuts to the jaw. The fifth round had lasted almost five minutes.
Her trainer pulled her back to their corner and desperately tried to revive her. Smelling salts, ice to the nipples and down the thong barely did the trick. When the bell rang for round six, she was barely able to stand and stagger to the center of the ring to resume. Kayla was dazed and almost blind. Ribs on both sides hurt so badly that she placed both arms to protect them. Her only thought was to take enough punishment that the warlord would not penalize Heather. Magda was willing to oblige. Realizing that Kayla posed no threat, she did not worry about defense but teed off on Kayla. She pounded Kayla’s face still more. She gave Kayla a bloody nose and the blood dripped between her breasts and down her belly. She punched Kayla into a corner and began to pound the belly. Finally Kayla’s stomach muscles gave way and the punches went deep. She doubled over, gasping and gagging. When Kayla moved her arms to clutch her tortured belly, Magda went back to pounding the ribs, As each punch landed, Kayla felt like a hot iron was piercing her. Finally Magda took pity. She grabbed Kayla by the hair and threw four viciously hard uppercuts to the point of her jaw. She released Kayla and Kayla collapsed into a heap on the floor. The sixth round lasted six minutes.
Kayla’s trainer didn’t even try to revive her. He threw in the towel and Magda’s hand was held aloft in victory.
It was a few minutes before Kayla was even able to walk. As she was led back to the locker room, each step was agony because of the punishment her body had taken. She was taken to an empty room and tied to the wall. The trainer told her that the object was to put up a fight, not to be human punching bag. Kayla could see three people entering the other end of the room, but could not identify them because of her impaired eyesight. Her foreboding was justified as she heard the CRACK of the lash and heard heather scream. So Heather was to be penalized. Kayla cried, “It’s my fault, beat me.” Heather’s torturers paid no attention. They flogged Heather for at least fifteen minutes. Then they turned her around and flogged her belly and breasts. After an eternity, both women were untied and left alone. Kayla slowly moved to heather and took her lover in her arms and sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Heather, I didn’t fight hard enough.”
Heather looked at her lover’s swollen and bloody face and burst into tears. Eventually they were led back to their small apartment.
And that should have been that. Heather was fine after a good night’s sleep, although she had nightmares for a couple of nights. The swelling on Kayla’s face went down and the cuts healed, thanks to some cortisone ointment provided by the doctor. After a couple of weeks, her cracked ribs mended.
They were surprised to hear a knock at the door. Kayla opened it and was face-to-face with a topless Magda. Kayla’s expression, not surprisingly, was one of hostility, but Magda said quickly, “I’m sorry for what I did to you, but you must understand, I am punished if I do not fight well.”
Kayla’s expression changed. ‘I know what you mean. Unfortunately, poor Heather here took the punishment.”
“Then I apologize to you as well”, said Magda.
On a hunch, Kayla said, “We’re just about to take a shower. Would you care to join us”?
Magda beamed and removed her thong. Kayla and Heather stripped and the three women headed for the shower. Kayla, recalling her thoughts during the fight, began caressing Magda’s right breast and kissing her left breast. She was pleased to feel Magda’s nipples become hard. After Kayla finished, Magda ran one hand down Kayla’s belly and one hand down Heather’s, stroked their pussies and massaged their clits. Both Kayla and Heather moaned and groaned in pleasure and responded by each caressing one of Magda’s breasts. They took turns drying each other off and adjourned to the bedroom where the squeals of pleasure mingled in the air with the aroma of love.
