This isn't actually a fight, but I think some here will find it interesting.
On another site a young lady posted this,
"I'm 27 and have been into cbusts for a long time, since my teens. Watching, reading, writing about it. I've dabbled a little in rl play, receiving hard blows hurts but gives me such a rush afterward.
More recently, I've been trying to find ways to self bust. Punching or slapping is all well and good, but no matter how hard I hit myself I just don't seem to get that sense of danger or excitement. I think it's a bit like how you can't tickle yourself. Has anybody got any suggestions on creative ways to hit myself in the cooch? As an example, I've found that tennis balls are a godsend, throwing them high and catching them between the legs, or bouncing them off the ground up into myself."
Which inspired me too write a little tale about her fantasy, here it is.
Sharon, who, for the benefit of salacious male readers it will be said, is a curvy brunnette in her twenties whose looks have turned many a head, was about to indulge a long held fantasy of hers, to be painfully hit in her crotch. She'd never felt she could ask another to make her fantasy real, so had long thought of devising a means of efective self busting, which, she'd concluded, could not be done better than by the devices that delivered tennis balls in rapid succession. She dreamed of feeling the impact of tennis balls on her pussy, and now a small win in a lottery had enabled her to purchase the most sophisticated device around for such a purpose.
The machine had several barrels from which the balls were fired, and a clever navigation system that could be used to make sure they always hit pre-determined targets, of which there could be several. Sharon, fired up with excitement, decided her breasts and stomach would also be subjected to thumps from the tennis balls, and that the machine would randomly change its target, so she'd not know where each blow would land. After programming the machine, including setting it to operate for thirty minutes after the button on its remote control was pressed., she stood against a wall in her bedroom, exactly where she needed to be for the balls to hit her where she wanted them to, then prepared herself. It would be more thrilling, Sharon thought, if she was unable to escape, but would have to experience the entire half hour, which made it dangerously exciting. So, she fixed leg clamps to the bottom of the wall, which would keep her legs wide apart. Then a collar she'd nailed to the wall, which she locked after putting it around her neck. So, here she was, facing the tennis ball machine, ankles secured with her legs apart and crotch exposed, her head in the collar so she was held upright. And the collars lock had a timer Sharon had set to thirty minutes, so once the balls were impacting on her, she'd have no escape until that time was up. As she pressed the start button she gulped, feeling light headed with excitement!
Smack! The first ball hit her right in the pussy, sending a wave of sickening pain, and a glow of of excitent, up through Sharon's body! A bit harder than she'd expected,but that, she thought, made it even better! A secod later another ball hit the same spot, then another, and suddenly she had a slight feeling of fear. Half an hour of this was beginning to seem a bit daunting, but, she reflected, that made it more thrilling. The next ball hit one of her boobs, and the pain quite shocked her. She'd never been hit in her breasts before, and it hurt more than she'd expected. A combination of stinging as the ball hit the skin, and a dull pain inside the breast. She put her hands protectively over her chest. Not for long though, as now a ball hit her in her solar plexus, making her gasp for air as her hands, in an unconsciouss movement dropped to her stomach. That blow was promptly followed by a salvo of balls smacking into both Sharon's breasts, each one making a loud noise as it hit, pummeling her tits against her body. She cried out, in real pain now, and again she covered her boobs, as another ball slammed into her crotch. Sharon was really scared now, there could only be about a minute gone, and she was helpless. As the balls continued to strike her, in crotch, stomach and breasts, as she put her hands over the site of each hit, another ball connected elsewhere. Sometimes a succession would hit one spot, and the pain was now agonising, making her burst into tears! Oh god, she thought, I should never have done this.
By the time her torment ended and she could release herself from the collar and ankle locks Sharon was in dreadful pain! Her groin was swollen, with purple and black bruising, her stomach was on fire with pain, and she was so winded! Her tits were red and bleeding, where the succession of blows had cut the skin, and both breasts were throbbing with agony!
In time Sharon recovered, though it was quite a long time. For several days she couldn't wear a bra, her tits being to swollen and sensitive. She had sleepless nights, kept awake by the searing pain in crotch and breasts, and was certain she'd never repeat this experience. And yet, after her wounds had healed, she found the memory of the agony, her helplessness as she had to endure blow after blow from the tennis balls, exciting. Never do it again? Well, maybe.
I hope you all like it.
