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It’s worth first reading ‘Justice Battle – An introduction’ and the first 5 parts of this story which are available here:

Part 1 http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,50752.0.html
Part 2 http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,50835.0.html
Part 3 http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51142.0.html
Part 4 http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51488.0.html
Part 5 http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51536.0.html



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 cxnt?' '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 cxnt 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 cxnt, 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 passed 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 counter punch 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 cxnt 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 cxnt. 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. Miya, you now have an extra blow'. 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 re-coated 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.

As Miya’s final blow ripped up into Leoni’s distended left breast tearing, twisting up into the abused breast, whipping the hugely swollen orb up towards Leoni’s shoulder whilst Miya’s glove crushed and twisted the sensitive glands within; Leoni screamed as the pain hit and then almost passed out before her arms were released and she dropped to the floor, just retaining enough consciousness to prevent herself from falling face down damaging her breasts still further. Sunk down, crouched on her knees arms cradling her breasts her head swum as she struggled to remain conscious. Nearly losing the battle she started to fall forward and just managed to shoot her arms out to the ring floor in time. As she did this, her breasts fell free, dropping to hang down towards the floor causing sick, dizzy waves of pain to rush through her. Her voice nearly incoherent and interspersed with wracking sobs she pleaded with the ref to end the fight, ‘I can’t take any more, I’m finished’ she pleaded, but these and other entreaties fell on death ears as the ref announced:

“Leoni has lost her 4th round so there will be a break between rounds of 20 minutes. At the start of the next round Leoni will have 3 free breast shots against Miya”, then in a quite aside to Leoni he said, “this isn’t just about a winner and a loser, the loser of this justice battle also has to receive a just punishment for the crime or false accusation. In your case, if you lose, there is an extra punishment element because of the way you lied and kept secret your boxing skills”. With these words, Leoni sank down in tears and sobs as Jim and Helen lent down to help her to the changing room.


By TJ