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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
Part 6 http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51719.0.html


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.

Miya watched this with some satisfaction, she was looking forward now to repaying Leoni for the low blows she received during the fight. The pain from these blows she was still feeling and the effects of the blows were also apparent to the audience who could see on a ringside screen a view from between Miya’s widely spaced legs, focused closely on her taught wet panties her swollen sex lips were clearly outlined in a deep vee as they pushed out against the thin stretchy, clingy material. Embarrased, Miya quickly snapped her legs shut and vowed even more to make Leoni suffer. Snubbed of the view between Miya’s legs the cameras focused on Leoni who, still on all fours, presented her dangling breasts to the below screen cameras. The split screen compared now, with the start of the fight; an awesome comparison as Leoni’s breast such a short time ago had been small and pert, no more than a ‘B’ cup and tipped with large sexy nipples whereas now two large swollen orbs dangled down towards the camera, gently swaying as Leoni sucked in deep breaths, covered in blue, black and vivid purple welts, skin stretched seemingly to breaking point the only point(s) of comparison were Leoni’s nipples, the 2 stiff and erect nubs having been abraded and punished by Miya’s gloves were now red raw and swollen seemingly forced out away from Leoni’s breasts like corks about to pop. The area around Leoni’s breasts was also marked, bruises and welts covered her entire torso but apart
from odd areas, no where came close to matching the terrible punishment absorbed by Leoni’s breasts. The camera panned down to Leoni’s minge, short tight black curls gave scant protection to the as yet virtually unpunished extreme sensitive area of Leoni’s sex. ‘Just you wait’ thought Miya as she stalked away towards her changing room.

Leoni also made her way out of the ring, virtually carried by Jim and Helen. The crowd settled down to await the next round, abuzz with excitement and theories as to what might lie ahead. One watcher asked his neighbour, ‘why are they using 10oz gloves?’, ‘well’ came the reply ‘this can eventually be more punishing than with more damaging gloves, with lighter weight gloves this fight might have been over much more quickly as individual blows would have more effect and we’d have had quicker knockouts, but with the 10oz gloves they’ve kept going much longer so we have much more cumulative damage than we’d have had with smaller gloves’.

Leoni was shattered and sitting slumped in the changing room Jim was having trouble getting her attention so he gently cupped both of Leoni’s breasts and slowly brought them together. It didn’t take anything more than a very gentle squeeze for Leoni to exclaim, ‘arrhhh, stop it, what’re you doing to me?’ ‘Got your attention have I?’ answered Jim, ‘Good, cause you need to listen to me we’ve not got much time. You heard the ref just before, he’s not going to stop the fight until someone has lost at least 6 rounds and even then he might allow extra punishment rounds so, you either win somehow, or suffer twice as much as you have up to now. So lie down for now and let Helen work on you’. With that Jim forcibly swung Leoni around and lay her down for Helen to work on her shoulders and upper torso. Jim and Helen both new that Leoni had little chance but they would be paid for however long they could keep Leoni in the fight, so she needed to be able to defend and both Helen and Jim were worried about how damaged leoni’s upper body and shoulder muscles were. They’d seen how Miya had targeted these areas and how Leoni’s left arm in particular had increasingly suffered, barely been able to keep up a guard let alone punch. So Helen desperately worked away at Leoni’s muscles and with no ice allowed that might further tighten up muscles Leoni sweated, grimaced and cried out with pain until with 10 minutes still to go Jim said, ‘Enough, Leoni, stand up and let me see you work those arms’. Slowly, painfully, Leoni eased herself of the couch and then at a gesture from Jim she raised both hands into the guard position, ‘higher’ said Jim, ‘raise them above your head’. Biting her lip to stifle a cry Leoni slowly raised her arms, dragging her breasts up into more prominence she stood there right arm fully raised and the left just above head high, trembling with effort, breasts shaking and face screwed up with effort and pain as all the interconnected tissue in her chest and upper torso was strained to the limit.

After just a few seconds the heavy weight of the gloves proved too much and her arms sank down to her sides. Jim glowered and for the next 5 minutes subjected Leoni to as much loosening exercises as she could manages before laying her back down on the couch for a final massage and chat. ‘Ok, you’ve got to keep your arms mobile and you’ve got to hit Miya hard and early in this next round so I’d say start with the tactic you used in the last round, but, this time you’ve got 3 breast shots before you tag her fanny and then, just go for it. Look for any chance of a damaging low blow and take it as Miya is hurt down there, just look
at the close ups they’re showing to the crowd’ said Jim pointing to a screen showing Miya’s swollen sex lips outlined in her tight panties. Then with just a few minutes to go Jim made Leoni stand and work her arms muscles once again.

Miya’s changing room was much more cheerful. Miya was hurting but knew she was in the ascendancy so was looking forward to the next round with gleeful anticipation which Carl and Dave were trying to temper so as to keep her focused. ‘Remember the beginning of the last round’ said Carl, ‘she’s sure to try something like that again so be ready the moment the ropes release’ of course’ Miya replied ‘and I’m going to pay her back tenfold for that as well, I’ve not forgotten the first round, she deliberately went for my ovaries and they’re still sore’. ‘Ok then’ said Dave ‘sounds good, but be ready at the start of the round she’s bound to try and give it all early on so be prepared and work on her upper body, kill those arms and then kill the body’ ‘I’ll enjoy that’ said Miya ‘but I’d enjoy it far more without this bloody bra, for heavens sake get it off me and get me a new one’ ‘Ok, Ok’ said Dave easing the constricting bra of Miya, we’ve got you some different ones, you can choose one later’. With that Miya was laid down for a thorough massage.

With 5 minutes to go Miya was rummaging through a selection of Bras and selected a white underwired bra. As she put it on both Carl and Dave exclaimed ‘wow’ as the bra pushed up and out Miya’s fantastic breasts. The sheer white ¾ cup bra was more sexy lingerie than a sports bra with each cup diagonally separated, the outer part and bottom of each cup was of a strong supportive material designed to hold the breasts up and in whilst the top and inner part was a much lighter gauzy material cut away to show of Miya’s wonderful cleavage. The dividing line cut just below Miya’s nipple which sexily pushed out the thin material but even
below this line the bra was transparent due to being soaked with a mixture of oil and sweat so the dark circle of her areola was clearly visible as were the dark welts and bruising caused by the massive punishment meted out during the fight. Dave was just remarking ‘I’m not sure that bra is a good idea’ when the ref announced ‘2 minutes’. Miya waved Dave’s objections aside, ‘it fits and looks bloody good so it’ll do’ she exclaimed as she strode purposefully towards the ring.

As Miya entered the ring the crowd roared with approval, the new bra presented her breasts perfectly, held high and jutting out they fully filled the G cup bra looking wonderfully sexy despite the obvious bruises and welts that were clearly visibly through the virtually transparent top half of the bra. As Miya raised her arms to be tied up above her head it seemed incredible that her breasts could have survived so much punishment, the lacy bra seemed a contradiction making Miya’s breasts, and thus Miya herself, seem incredibly vulnerable and delicate even though the evidence of the 6 rounds so far suggested that Miya was
very definitely not delicate.

As Miya entered the ring Jim was also guiding Leoni towards her corner. As soon as he saw Miya he bent down and had a long whispered conversation with Leoni; clearly a plan had been hatched or radically altered.

‘Leoni, you have 3 breast shots to take against Miya. You must strike alternate breasts and you will have 60 seconds for each blow, Your time starts now’. Leoni walked into the centre of the ring each jiggle of her bruised and grossly swollen breasts causing her to wince with pain. Her body was sheened with sweat due to the exercises Jim had forced her to do but it seemed doubtful to the watching public that she would be able to move with any freedom at all if only because of the great pain her breasts were causing her. Leoni was desperate, she knew that in just a short while Miya would be released and she was fearful of any blow to her breasts, she was also aware that now she was naked the rules allowed Miya to strike her in her so far undamaged cxnt, a target she was sure Miya would aim for. As these thoughts ran through Leoni’s mind the camera man was showing close ups of the short tangle of black hair between Leoni’s legs, sweat and oil had run down Leoni’s torso and gathered in tiny droplets in her short tight curls of pussy hair and sparkled in the ring lights; hidden beneath the tight curls the mearest hint of a sweet pink slit was just visible whilst in contrast Miya’s sex mound pushed out against her tight wet panties, her panties dipping in to her slit between swollen sex lips which showed a faint pink thorugh the sodden transparent material surrounded by the dark triangle of Miya’s bush. The camera panned up to Miya’s breasts as they jutted straight oout
from her body, almost surging in and out, in and out in time with Miya’s deep breaths, until suddenly Leoni fist whipped up into lower outside of Miya’s left breast shooting the breast up and out of the bra as her fist plunged up into the flesh.

Miya groaned with pain as her breast was exploded up out of the bra by Leoni’s fist, but actually Miya was relieved as instead of crushing her breast into her torso Leoni glove had driven up, so although a little embarrassed at having her breast exposed Miya was very relieved. In slow motion Leoni’s fist travelled up and impacted the outside of Miya’s left breast in the centre of the more substantial part of the bra. As the glove slowly penetrates the bra cup is drawn down into the depression made by leoni fist just as the flimsy top of the bra cup starts to swell upwards the giant orb starts to accelerate up Miya’s body, an acceleration that increases and increases as Leoni’s glove angles up trying to tear a way through Miya’s flesh. Suddenly the breast is free and rising, squashed flat in the centre and bulging towards the nipple this bulbous tip lags
behind but, rising quickly, it shoots up and across Miya’s body crashing against Miya’s torso the stretched underside of Miya’s left breast is exposed battered and bruised by countless encounters with Leoni’s gloved fist. Knocked up and across Miya’s body gravity reasserted itself and sliding down across it’s bra clad neighbour Miya’s loose orb dropped down and settled somewhat lower than it’s much uplifted neighbour.

Leoni allowed the clock to count down before plunging her fist up into Miya’s right breast, again aiming and succeeding in blasting the breast out of its wonderful brassiere. Now the crowd, not to mention Miya, wondered what was next. Miya was expecting an illegal punch to the groin immediately after the breast punch, possibly even instead of a breast punch, and her legs were tensed and twitching so that she could throw herself away the moment her arms were released, but with her legs spread and body stretched up she had no purchase to move quickly so she feared the worst. Leoni had something planned and seemed to be mentally preparing herself for maximum effort; she knew that this was probably her last chance to stave of defeat so first carefully coating her glove with suregrip she regarded her target and steadied herself. Standing with her left side towards Miya she drew her right arm back with her fist at shoulder height, the glove and forearm pointing like a dagger at Miya’s right breast, then raising herself up on to the tips of her toes to maximise her height advantage she powered her right fist down into the top of Miya’s left breast dropping and swivelling her body to maximise the power in her punch driving down and screwing her glove into the centre of the top slope of Miya’s left breast dragging the breast down Miya’s torso and crushing it against Miya’s unyielding ribs. ‘Arghhhhhhh’ Miya screamed in utter agony, the pain so shocking that her
planned leap away to avoid a probable low blow from Leoni was forgotten, instead, as her gloves were released she dropped and brought her gloves quickly down in a vain attempt to assuage the pain in her breast. Leoni meanwhile had continued her movement, dropping down with the momentum of her punch neither fist was in a position to threaten Miya. Leoni, however, had other plans. From a crouching position she started to power herself up like a spring then, with Miya’s legs spread invitingly in front of her, Leoni’s right knee drove up towards the sweet junction of Miya’s thighs. Miya had barely a fraction of a second to react as she dropped towards Leoni’s rising knee but all she could do was bend forward and try to draw her groin back before the inevitable collision. Thud, ‘umphhhhh’, the 2 sounds resounded around the auditorium as Leoni’s knee crashed into Miya’s lower belly. Miya had just barely avoided having her sex crushed, instead Leoni’s knee sank painfully into Miya’s lower belly just below the waistband of her panties and momentarily driven up to the tips of her toes by the force of Leoni’s blow Miya quickly folded up and dropped writhing and gasping to the floor.

Carl and Dave leapt to Miya’s assistance as the ref announced ‘Illegal low blow by Leoni, Miya you have a free shot to the torso against Leoni, I’ll give you 3 minutes to recover. Seconds, prepare Leoni’. Miya was largely unaware of this announcement as she was curled up tight hugging her lower belly, mouth agape as she desperately tried to get some air into her lungs. Gently sitting her up against a corner post and pulling her arms aside Dave then not so gently pulled the front of Miya’s panties away and shot a jug of ice cube filled water down the front of them. Miya convulsed with the icy shock but it did get her attention and she gradually began to get her breathing under control whilst listening intently to instruction from Carl. Meanwhile Leoni was being strung up and was anxiously watching Miya to see how incapacitated she was; her heart sank when she saw Miya sitting up and talking animatedly to her seconds. With parted legs exposing the delicate pink strip of Leoni’s sex she felt supremely vulnerable and was sure that Miya would put maximum effort into hurting her down there, her only hope was that she would get the chance to punch into Miya’s hanging breasts now that they were out of their bra as with her height advantage she could punch down and crush them into Miya’s ribs, but ohhhh what of her own delicate mammary glands. Leoni had not been able to reach the ropes when they dangled down, instead they’d had to lower the ropes a good 12’’ before her arms could be properly attached, then with agonizing slowness, the ropes had retracted pulling her arms fully upright with each fraction of inch increasing the agony that ran through Leoni’s pectoral muscles and breasts as her arms were extended and breasts raised, pulling on the sensitive tissue within. Bathed in sweat she stood waiting for the 3 minutes that the ref had allowed Miya to recover.

Meanwhile the crowd was treated to a slow motion replay of Leoni’s last breast strike. Beautifully poised Leoni’s whole body went into the punch which almost looked like a martial art move, chopping down on to a pile of bricks, than a punch. Leoni’s fist closed in on the top slope of Miya’s left breast and impacted about 1/3rd up from the nipple, angling downwards towards Miya’s ribcage. As the glove drove in and down the breast was forced down stretching and flattening the breast above the glove, remorselessly the glove drove in whilst the flesh beneath the glove swelled and swelled the nipple slowly lifting up as the flesh folded around Leoni’s glove. Then a second impact and Miya’s whole body shudders as Leoni’s glove compresses the centre part of Miya’s breast against her impenetrable ribs and the glove can be seen slowly rotating grinding into the tender flesh. Above the glove Miya breast is stretched down almost flat but beneath, the tip of Miya’s breast has been forced impossibly low down Miya’s body and with the glove squeezing in tightly the end of Miya’s breast bulges out grossly, the nipple extending as the skin darkens and threatens to burst. Then Leoni’s glove retreats and for a moment the breast remains mashed against Miya’s torso, a white circle outlining the squashed impact site, but then the bounce back as flesh surges back into its rightful positions, the white impact site quickly darkening with the returning blood, and the breast slowly shoots back up
and with a slow delicate bounce or two returns to a relatively normal state just as Miya starts to collapse to the floor. Instantly the scene changes and we see Leoni’s knee rising powerfully up towards Miya’s spread legs as Miya folds forward – this action which is in part a reaction to the brutal breast blow just saves Miya as instead of impacting with Miya’s sex the knee just misses and crunches into the top of Miya’s high cut panties. Even just an inch lower and Miya’s uterus would have been in direct line with the impact, as it was the main impact was to Miya’s lower belly and as the knee crashes into Miya’s panties a semi circle of flesh surges away up Miya’s body as the knee penetrates with, in split screen, Miya’s mouth gaping open as the air rushes from her lungs as she completes her fall to the ring floor.

With just 1 minute remaining Miya was standing, half bent and with hands on hips she slowly forced herself upright and gingerly walked over to the bowl containing suregrip and rested her right fist in it as she gently rotated and bent her torso, testing and easing her movement as at the same time she ground both gloves in turn into the white suregrip powder. Whilst she was doing this a blindfold was placed onto Leoni who stood shivering with anticipation.

‘Miya, you have 60 seconds for your free shot, as soon as the blow has landed Leoni’s bounds and blindfold will automatically release and the round will start immediately’. Miya stepped up and mentally rehearsed her plan for Leoni, she definitely didn’t want to knock her out with one punch she wanted Leoni to suffer so instead of a punch right into Leoni’s cxnt she sent her left fist with a slight upward angle just barely above Leoni’s pubic hair. ‘urrhhhhhh’ a dull anguished groan came from Leoni and she immediately started to drop and fold forward as the ropes were released, but Miya was expecting this and her right fist was powering up towards Leoni’s and with perfect timing her fist crashed plumb centre into Leoni left breast. Leoni’s ‘Urhhhhhghh’ was cut of as her whole body quivered with the impact and loud dull wet thud echoed around the
auditorium as Leoni’s tender breast was brutally crushed. For a moment Leoni’s fall to the floor was halted and Miya surged forward flinging her arms around Leoni’s upper body and powered her across the ring towards the ropes heaving her up as high as she could and flinging her backwards whilst whipping Leoni’s arms up high so as to clear the top rope. Leoni was trapped! As she dropped down she was held fast by the ring ropes as they looped under her armpits. Leoni tried to bend forward driven by the imperative of easing the intense sick pain she felt from the blow to her uterus and her arms slowly began to ease free but Miya drove a left and right fist into Leoni’s shoulders and then quickly body checked her back. Again and again, Miya pounded Leoni’s upper arms and shoulders with the occasional violent body check to keep her trapped and then as Leoni once again seemed about to slip out Miya quickly closed in and wrapped her arms around Leoni, forcing her arms down to the side to prevent her from escaping. Holding her tight with her breasts resting on top of Leoni’s as she dangled in the ropes Miya said ‘How does your womb feel now? Think, I’ve only hit you once there so far and there are so, so many more to come. Were should I hit you next?
Breasts again maybe or should I see if I can find your ovaries? Suddenly, with no warning Miya screamed and leapt backwards; she’d been bitten! Disbelievingly she looked down and blood was streaming out of a bite mark on the top of her right breast, furious she rushed back towards Leoni but, too late, as leoni slipped through the ropes and sagged down onto the ring floor. Miya just barely restrained herself as instinctively she had drawn her leg back to lay into Leoni but, realising that this would only result in a free shot against her she held back.

Jim and Helen rushed in as the ref started the count, 45 seconds now as this would be the 5th round lost for Leoni if she couldn’t beat it. Leoni held ice packs against her breasts whilst Helen massaged her lower belly and Jim worked on her shoulders. Miya had really punished Leoni’s arms and shoulders whilst Leoni had been trapped and Jim was worried that Leoni would have little use of her arms so he worked furiously, desperate to extend as long as possible Leoni’s stay in the ring. Leoni though was thinking to herself that now would be a good time to not make the count, she’d escaped Miya’s trap but didn’t fancy taking any more punishment, what could possibly happen, one more break then go down quickly in the next round and I’m out of here she was thinking! The ref though was anticipating these thoughts and whilst the count was progressing on he announced ‘To avoid the possibility of a fighter giving up before she has been fully beaten there is a penalty for refusing to continue of 10 blows to the breast, after which the round will continue’

Miya stood watching this desperate for the count to finish so that she could punish Leoni. Blood was trickling down the upper slopes of her right breast, most down the sides running into and staining the bra that was gathered underneath, but another thin stream ran down the top towards her nipple where it pooled and dripped slowly to the floor. Miya ignored it as pain and fury enveloped her with a total single mindedness to destroy Leoni.

At 40 seconds Jim hauled Leoni up to her feet just before the ref started the second count. Leoni could stand, just. Bent over still trying to ease the pain in her lower belly with her breasts swollen and pendulous hanging beneath her Leoni tried to find some hope in her situation, but one single glance at a fearsome Miya struck fear into Leoni; Miya stared, expressionless, unblinking, seemingly calculating just were and how her fists were going to plunge into Leoni. And then, there were only 10 seconds left as Jim and Helen quickly exited the ring. Leoni stood, painfully and slowly she straitened and brought up her guard, then as the count progressed, Miya approached.

’8, 9, 10, box on’ said the ref and Miya instantly popped a left jab straight onto Leoni’s nose, then another and Leoni staggered back her nose now bleeding. It seemed that Leoni was more concerned about gaurding her breasts as a third jab from Miya again caught Leoni on the nose increasing the trickle of blood which flowed down her face and dripped onto her torso. Miya flicked out yet another left jab at Leoni’s face and this time Leoni’s gaurd did come up and Miya’s left jab was blocked, but Miya had been waiting for this as the moment Leoni’s guard came up Miya sent out a fierce straight right which crushed Leoni’s left breast. ‘Noooohhhh’ sobbed Leoni staggering away. Miya didn’t hurry, calmly she paced across the ring following the fleeing Leoni gradually cutting of avenues of escape until once more she was in range with her left poised to jab at Leoni’s face but instead of the jab her right fist went in low and hard into the top of Leoni’s wiry bush with a dull thud ‘ughh’ went Leoni, instantly folding over, bouncing her bum into the corner post her feet shot out from under her and she fell straight down landing heavily onto her backside weakly gasping for air, her arms limply at her side she slowly bent forwards trying to ease the pain.

‘Did I find your uterus’ Miya asked as Jim and Helen rushed into the ring ‘Maybe a little higher next time, I think I just caught your pubic bone that time’. Jim and Helen worked on Leoni during the long count, 45 seconds on the canvass and then another 45 seconds with Leoni on her feet. Lots of oil was applied to try and allow Miya’s gloves to slide off her skin and ice packs held against her groin and breasts until finally the time for the standing 10 count was reached, well just barely standing as Leoni waited, too scared to go down but almost too afraid to carry on, she stood half bent over as the count progressed. Miya calmly watched the big screen, first her free punch just above Leoni’s bush, shockwaves rippling up away from the impact site as Miya’s glove penetrated the soft flesh just above her sex, next the breast punch as Leoni folded over and Miya’s right fist uppercut into Leoni’s dangling breast. Like a car crash about to happen Leoni’s body was dropping and folding bringing Leoni’s dangling left breast fully into the path of Miya’s rising right fist, impact and the breast is driven into Leoni’s still falling body, compressed and compressed, bulging out above and to the side of Miya’s glove so swollen was Leoni’s breast, then equilibrium as the fall of leoni’s body was halted by Miya’s rising fist but with a few more fractions of an inch of penetration Leoni’s bulbous breast was squeezed out just a little more before retreat!, Leoni’s body was driven upwards and Miya’s fist withdraws and the breast rushes back to shape jiggling and bouncing in reaction as it does so, blood rushing back into the so recently crushed flesh. Then the final shot of Miya’s last low blow into Leoni, a little lower than the first the glove clearly does not penetrate so far, bouncing of the hard pubic bone. Miya watches this and like a surgeon preparing for an operation remarks ‘ahh yes Leoni, a little too low for the uterus and not low enough for your sex.. well, well I think a slight adjustment in aim is in order’.

With that the 10 count was over and Miya once again advanced and walked right into a right fist that plunged into the top Of Miya’s tender left breast, ‘arghh’ Miya cried but despite the pain her response was immediate as she jabbed her left straight into Leoni’s right breast, ‘ooooohhh’ screamed Leoni, with this first blow against her right breast this round she suddenly realised how damaged it was after been caught against the corner post in the previous round, quickly she backpeddled but again Miya didn’t rush but patiently, menacingly, she followed and with Leoni’s guard protectively around her breasts Miya unleashed a barrage of punches at Leoni’s upper torso, shoulders, upper arms and collar bone area, all were jolted by fierce, crisp blows and all Leoni could do was try to retreat and hunch up as much as possible. Then a powerful punch to Leoni’s upper left arm knocked it down and for an instant the top of Leoni’s left breast was exposed, instantly Miya’s left fist swung across Leoni’s body and crashed high into the inside of Leoni’s left breast, but then with Leoni desperate to bring her guard back up Miya’s right fist had just enough room to power up into the base of Leoni’s left breast. Two quick wet splats overlaid by a short and then longerscream as Leoni’s breast was battered and squashed twice in quick succession. ‘Wait till I tag the right one again’ Miya taunted, but as she was saying this her left jab crunched leoni’s nose again, jerking her head back so that she had no sight of Miya’s next move which was to quickly crouch down and drive her right fist into Leoni’s uterus. Perfect hit, the sound of the punch was different to her previous shot, a softer thud this time rather than the crack of the earlier blow and Leoni gagged a strangled ‘urrff’ and shot straight down backwards, legs splayed and body curled up as she gagged and struggled for breath with short, quick pained gasps.

‘There now, that was better wasn’t it’ she said to Leoni, ‘I knew I’d get the range, now should we play with your uterus a bit or should I tickle your clit for you.. we mustn’t neglect that must we’. But Leoni didn’t show any sign of hearing as she was being worked on by, it must be said, a quite pleased Jim and Helen. It was clear that Miya wanted to draw out the fight and inflict as much damage as possible on to Leoni which was fine by Jim and Helen as their pay was based on how long they could keep Leoni going. Earlier in the round Jim had expected a couple of good shots to finish Leoni off but Miya clearly had other ideas, pain taunting and humiliation seemed to be the order of the day.So another 2 45 second counts and once again Leoni was left crouching wearily as the ref counted a final 10 seconds.

During the 90 seconds that Leoni was being worked on the crowd was treated to many close up shots and replays of the recent action, the last punch to Leoni’s uterus was much replayed, a view from the front showing Miya’s fist impacting just above Leoni’s pubic hair and sinking deep into Leoni’s body squashing the delicate organs within, scrunched up skin gathering around Miya’s glove as it forced it’s way into Leoni’s body, then from behind Leoni’s buttocks shock and quivered as the blow sank home and momentarily she wa raised up onto her toes as the blow lifted her up before she crashed straight back down onto her backside,
breasts flying up as she fell to suddenly whip down with Leoni’s impact onto the ring floor

‘8, 9, 10, box on’. This time Leoni was trying to guard her lower torso and her breasts, but this was impossible. A quick feint low by Miya and suddenly both of Leoni’s breasts were exposed, dangling somewhat with Leoni slightly bent over, but oh so well presented for a sweet one two from Miya a straight left and a right ripping in turn into the upper slopes of each of Leoni’s breasts, ‘Nooo’ shrieked Leoni and she twisted aside trying to avoid another salvo from Miya but this left her wounded left side exposed and Miya quickly plunged her right fist into Leoni’s kidneys. Leoni stumbled away and slipped and fell along the ropes, just managing to keep on her feet by flinging her arms around the corner post and hauling herself back upright. Turning quickly to face Miya she was suddenly faced with Miya’s right fist arcing up towards her cxnt, all she could do was continue to turn and she just managed to turn away enough to take the punch on her thigh. Now, with Leoni’s right side exposed Miya sunk her left into the outside of Leoni’s right boob, driving in and across Leoni’s body her left fist made solid contact mid way between the base and the nipple, ‘uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh,’ stammered leoni as her breath came too quick for a normal scream, almost hyperventilating she tried to slip away down the ropes but found that she had a dead leg so awkwardly turned to face Miya as she leaned back allowing the ropes to support her. Snap, Leoni’s head was rocked by another crisp left jab
scrunching her nose, more blood joined the trickle of blood that had merged with all the oil covering Leoni to leave broad streaks of red down her torso and across her breasts as the blood oil and sweat mixture trickled down her body. Miya also was still bleeding from her bitten breast, her bra that was scrunched up below her breast was now completely stained red and she too had streaks of red running down her body and staining the tops of her panties.

Leoni made another attempt to flee the ropes and this time Miya allowed her to stagger away for a few steps before heading her of in the corner. Leoni sent out a desperate right towards Miya’s face but Miya batted the weak punch aside and blasted her left into Leoni’s right breast who’s quick short rasping gasps froze for several moments before continuing even faster after a hoarse weak yell. Miya watched for a moment, was Leoni going to pass out? No it seemed, so Miya then blasted away at Leoni’s upper arms and shoulders again slowly straightening up Leoni who then started to slip down the post as her legs buckled. Almost out on
her feet Leoni’s arms dropped lower and suddenly both her swollen, distended breasts were fully exposed. Miya needed no prompting to send a fierce one two jab into each breast, ‘arghh, arghh’ rasped Leoni, without the breath or energy to scream longer and suddenly, almost losing her balance, her slightly bent knees parted as Miya who was already dropping down for a low blow was presented with a perfect shot between Leoni’s legs so sent a short vicious right hand up into the delicate pink slit hiding behind those dark wiry curls. Leoni jerked upright, forced up by the power behind Miya’s fist, her head lolled back and her face pinched with the shocking pain and for a moment Leoni seemed impaled on Miya’s glove but as the fist withdrew she pitched forward with her gloved right fist clenched tightly between her legs trying in vain to ease the shocking pain.

Jim and Helen rushed in to ‘help’ and for 40 seconds they did their best so that at 40 seconds a reluctant Leoni was hauled gingerly to her feet, almost doubled up and in severe difficulty but with Jim whispering in her ear that she oughtn’t fall during the 10 second count or the ref would award 10 free breast blows to Miya, the fear of this penalty outweighed her fear of more ring punishment from Miya so with what seemed like surprising pluckiness she forced and willed herself to remain upright. At 40 seconds of the standing count Jim and Helen left the ring and Leoni clung on to the corner post, her back to the ring.

‘1, 2, 3, 4’ counted the ref and Miya waited just a few steps away from Leoni glancing at the ringside screens she saw a close up of Leoni’s sex from beneath the ring, her slit wasn’t virtually hidden now! After only 90 seconds or so it was already swollen, lips peaked out from between her black wiry hair, an angry red, swelling and beginning to gape apart, glistening as if with arousal but in reality due to the oil rubbed in by Helen. ‘5, 6, 7’ continued the ref and Leoni slowly turned around and limped away from the corner post, barely able to raise her left arm it hung limply down around her lower belly whilst her right fist was at a more normal level, a thin trickle of blood still seeped from her nostrils and at some point she’d acquired the beginnings of a thick lip. ‘8, 9, 10, box on’ announced the ref and Miya quickly closed. Leoni tried to fight, she
did her best with a right fist trying to connect with Miya’s injured right breast but Miya could tell that there was little power in the punch so dropping and swivelling she allowed Leoni’s glove to connect just below her shoulder. In response she whipped in a powerful right uppercut to the base of Leoni’s left breast. ‘Nooooohhh, no no more please’ whimpered Leoni as the whole swollen gland was whipped up and was crushed by Miya’s glove, a dull wet sickening thud sounding out as Miya’s fist sank in. Leoni staggered back stiffly but then remembered what Jim had told her and she tried to close up to clinch with Miya, ‘don’t give her room’ he’d kept saying. Two stiff legged steps towards Miya and she walked into a double whammy to her right breast, first a straight left that stopped her dead in her tracks driving the breast straight flat into her chest and then a right arcing across her body hit almost the moment that Miya’s left had retreated knocking the breast out away to the side, a spray of oil sweat and blood flying across the room as the breast slapped against Leoni’s side.

Screaming incoherently Leoni wrapped her arms around Miya trying to tie up Miya’s arms and be too close for an effective punch. But, Miya was an excellent in fighter so stepping back she leaned in on Leoni forcing Leoni in turn to lean forwards so that whilst their breasts were locked together there was a clear gap lower down as they both leaned in. Leoni realised the danger and tried to bring her legs together but Miya was too strong and drove her around the ring floor forcing Leoni to keep separating her legs to keep balance. Miya swung a right up into Leoni’s navel using her left wrapped around Leoni to help keep them together,‘ummpfhh’ and Leoni’s body jerked as the punch sank in ‘No that’s not the spot’ remarked Miya who then went lower, above and to the left of Leoni’s bush Miya’s glove thudded into the smooth flesh, ‘urghh’ went leoni, again her body leapt as Miya’s glove thudded home. ‘No still not got the range’ Miya said, almost conversationally to Leoni, who was now trying to free herself from the deadly embrace but Miya’s left arm had a strong grip and now Miya had backed Leoni into a corner pushing her so that her buttocks rested coolly on the leather upholstery of the post. ‘This time’ Miya announced and her right fist whipped in once again, this time hitting about an inch above and to the right of Leoni’s bush. ‘urrrrrghhhh, noooo’ A desperate groan was drawn from Leoni and she became a deadweight in Miya’s arms, head lolling resting on Miya’s shoulder. ‘Ovaries’ remarked Miya, ‘hurt don’t they?’ she asked ‘Lets see if I can find the other’ and with that her fist thudded in once again, this time above and to the left of Leoni’s bush. Leoni spasmed and grunted ‘urmfffff’ and her deadweight slowly started to slip through Miya’s grasp so Miya quickly rammed her knee between Leoni’s thighs to keep her from falling and then sliding her right arm up between their oil slicked bodies so that her forearm rested underneath Leoni’s boobs she slowly forced Leoni’s upper torso back against the ring post, squeezing her boobs up painfully in the process as she held Leoni up.

With little space to draw her fist back Miya angled in a short stabbing jab down into Leoni’s bush, her fist mashing Leoni’s clit against her knee, ‘iiyeee’ exclaimed Leoni as she jerked and weakly tried to force herself away. 2, 3 4 times Miya fist beat a tattoo against Leoni’s defenceless sex, speed and number of punches making up for the reduced punching power until finally Miya could no longer hold Leoni up. Dropping her knee Miya leaned in increasing the weight against Leoni’s chest so that for the moment Leoni was being held up by her breasts resting on Miya’s forearm, but, as gravity took it’s told Leoni’s oil and sweat sheened skin slipped down through Miya’s forearm and her breasts became more and more compressed as they were squeezed ever tighter, ballooning up above Miya’s arm reddening and darkening even more than their already grossly abused state. Leoni’s face was screwed up in absolute agony and she gasped short and quick breathes, barely able to draw in any air at all against Miya’s constricting arm whilst her legs weakly scrabbled trying to take some weight of her poor breasts but with no success. Remorselessly and inevitably gravity took it’s toll and Leoni’s breasts were forced higher and higher up Leoni’s torso and squeezed more and more, her raw and reddened nipples seemingly about to explode as the tips of her breasts darkened to an angry purple before Leoni’s weight finally dragged her breasts through Miya’s painful embrace and she dropped
sobbing to the floor, knees drawn up and body folded over as she tried to ease the pain in her lower belly and sex.

Jim and Helen raced into the ring and the ref started the count. Miya meanwhile was hoping that Leoni would survive the count but feared that she’d pushed on too hard. She had wanted to draw out this round but her anger at Leoni’s bite to her breast had caused her to hit Leoni with too many devastating punches in one go. After 45 seconds of the first count it took all of Jim’s strength to hold Leoni up as Helen worked on her using every trick she knew to enable Leoni to stand reasonable unaided for 10 seconds, but all the time Leoni was trying to fold over at the waist as the pain and fierce sickening aches within her
battered sex organs barely abated; she was utterly unable to prevent this so that at 40 seconds Jim and Helen tried to hang Leoni over the ring ropes but with almost no strength available in her legs she slipped down and backwards to rest curled up once again on the ring floor.

‘7th round to Miya’ announced the ref ‘Leoni, you took 5 knockdowns during this round so will receive 5 punches to alternate breasts from Miya, seconds you have 2 minutes to prepare Leoni’. Jim and Helen went back to work on Leoni as the ropes dropped down into the centre of the ring and a bar was positioned underneath to strap Leoni’s legs apart and fix them to the ring floor. After a minute Leoni was still far from able to stand so Jim and Helen carried her to the centre of the ring and fixed her feet to the straps on the ring floor and then, at a gesture from Jim, the ropes for Leoni’s arms were lowered right down to the ring floor allowing Jim to attached them to Leoni’s arms. Leoni lay on her back, legs splayed out her with her arms by her side as the ropes started to retract back up unceremoniously hauling Leoni to her feet grimacing at first due to as her weight being taken by her sore arms and shoulders, but then the grimace increasingly becoming more, much more pained as her body was stretched upright and abused tendons and ligaments were strained to their utmost until finally Leoni was in position, body taught with tension as she was held upright by the ropes, her sex lips swollen and coloured angry red were protruding out through her tight black curls, lewdly gaping due to her spread posture.

In theory Leoni should now lose some clothing, but she was already naked and Leoni had earlier wondered about this rule as with 6 rounds to lose and only 4 articles of clothing to wear at the start, it hadn’t added up. She’d assumed that the judge had made a mistake but not really thought any more about it. Well now she was about to find out how the rule would now be applied but not before the crowd guessed as they saw some items being passed to the ref, they guessed and roared with approval as the ref approached Leoni with an old fashioned barbers scalpel, a bowl of steaming water, soap and a shaving brush. Leoni gawped in embarrassment as the ref sat himself down between her parted thighs, sitting on a low stool that had been put there for him. ‘You’d better keep still’ he said and started to delicately soap up her bush. Quietly and
methodically he worked around scraping away Leoni’s dark tight curls, gradually working in towards her parted lips until with just a short line of hair surrounding each lip he gently pulled her labia taught and scraped the remaining hairs away from both sides. Wiping the remaining soap away from Leoni the ref stood back gazing at Leoni’s smooth shaven snatch which revealed just how swollen her labia was having been pounded by Miya’s gloves, the clit also as it protruded from it’s swollen hood with the area just above dark and mottled as was many other parts of Leoni’s lower belly after her delicate sex organs had been so cruelly targeted by Miya.

Stretched out as she was Leoni knew that the next 5 punches would be the most hurtful she’d yet faced. She wondered whether she’d remain conscious as even the act of standing there with her arms stretched up was sending sick dizzy waves of pain through her breasts accompanied by cramps and tremors from her belly and sex. Now though, she’d find out as the ref announced ‘Miya, you will have 60 seconds for each punch starting from…. Now’.

Miya was just finishing coating her glove with suregrip and turned to face Leoni who this time was not blindfolded as she was held so firmly that there was no need. Somehow, for Leoni this was worse as she could see the careful preparation by Miya as she set out to inflict maximum pain. Then it came as Miya drove her right glove slight up into Leoni’s right breast hitting right where it was at it most bruised, just below the nipple. ‘aiiiyeeeeee’ screamed Leoni as her head whipped back with the impact and then her hoarse scream cut off as her breath ran out and she rasped in and out quick gulps of air, moaning and crying with agony. Miya watched as Leoni squirmed and writhed and then whipped in the same punch to Leoni’s left breast. Leoni was caught unprepared and shrieked out an unearthly yell as her mammary gland was crushed but even as her hoarse voice echoed around the arena Miya was calmly re-coating her glove preparing to drive and twist her fist into Leoni’s breast now that her earlier blow had soaked away much of the oil that had earlier coated them. Leoni was vaguely aware that Miya was ready again and flinched and closed her eyes as Miya feinted a punch; Miya waited poised until Leoni again opened her eyes and then she plowed her right
fist straight into the nipple of Leoni’s right breast, a fierce powerful punch aided by a swivel of her shoulders and upper torso with a wicked twist of her wrist as the glove sank into leoni’s breast crushing and twisting the tender gland. ‘no, ooo, ooo, ooo’ a faint broken yell from Leoni, her voice now almost gone as her vocal chords were worn down followed by wracking sobs as the dreadful pain just increased with each blow.

Miya wasn’t finished, already she was lining up her 4th punch, this time to Leoni’s left breast. Splat, it hit. Another straight drive screwing into the breast and Leoni was virtually unconscious, head lolling and eyes rolling back into her head. The ref paused the clock and threw a bucket of cold water over Leoni which brought her gasping back to painful wakefulness. ‘Start the clock, Miya you have 60 seconds for your final punch’. Miya watched as Leoni waited in desperate dread for Miya’s last punch to her badly abused right breast, then with just a few seconds remaining she powered her fist up into the underside of Leoni’s puffy right breast. ‘Eeeyii’, a cut short, hoarse scream from Leoni whose head whipped backward as she momentarily fainted. Slowly a semi comatose Leoni was lowered to the ring floor, blood dripping steadily from her nostrils, spilling down her body and pooling in patches onto the ring floor.

‘Seconds, you have 30 minutes to prepare your fighters for the next round’ announced the ref as Carl and Dave led Miya away to her changing room. Leoni, meanwhile drifting in and out of consciousness was carried out of the ring by Jim, blood from her nose dripping and staining into Jim’s shirt.

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Next round to follow... will Leoni have one last trick she can play?