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Old 03-Feb-18, 16:51
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Default Fists Part 1 (Mixed boxing)

Never written anything like this before. It's kinda long. Sorry. I'll post the next part later if anyones interested.

Tara had blossomed in the years since the last time he’d seen her. The years had not been unkind and the girlish hips had widened, the breasts fuller, the thighs stronger. The hair was longer, thicker, darker now and cascaded over her shoulders like an ebon wave losing itself in the black of her leather jacket. Her feline features however were still defined by a perennial glacial disdain. Scorn carved from ice.

She regarded him coldly, her face registering neither joy nor annoyance at his appearance. Just a subarctic analysis. Drinking him in. Weighing him up. Swallowing him whole. Indifferent and inevitable.

‘Ten years and you finally decide to show up? Nothing else going on hey?’

Jason shrugged awkwardly and flushed as an unexpected feeling of shame grasped him round the throat and squeezed. He could fill his neck getting red. Perhaps he should have made the effort, should have made the time to visit and now that he was here the motives he’d thought cloaked in shadow were brutally exposed the moment the honest light crept from her mouth. Words like jagged splinters of truth, chasing his shroud of shadows away.

‘Come now Jason...no witty retort? No sharp put down? Have you lost your touch or are you not so big when it’s face to face and your nah hiding behind your phone…old man?

Jason winced internally again, her Glaswegian accent made the truth seem even more brutal but he didn’t register the sting in the flesh. Two can play at this game.

The building was neglected. Poverty of spirit reflected in rotten concrete and broken glass. The windows boarded shut, metal grills across the door.

‘How do we get in?’ he asked, testing a lock with his shoulder.
Tara cast a scornful glance back at him over her shoulder.
‘I’ve been doing this a while, give me some credit’ she hissed pulling on a panel of MDF.

It came loose in her hands and she disappeared from view, slipping into the inviting darkness. Jason glanced around ‘for fucks sake’. Pulled his hoody a little closer and followed her in to the gathering gloom.

He followed her torch. cast dancing halos on the damp walls, they hurried across cracked tiles floors down the corridor and through a set of double doors. In the pitch black She stopped. Their footsteps had echoed around the room indicating a cavernous room but in the absence of light nothing was visible.

‘Here we go, you’re gonna love this, let me pop a wee light on’

A flare of a lighter illuminated her jawline and lower chin, her lips looked like midnight pitch in the small glow. She moved around the room, lighting stumps of candles. Wax hardened fountains shaped like busted knuckles lending light to the gloom.

Jason realised why the footsteps had stopped echoing, the floor before him was covered with heavy rubberised mats. Interlocking jigsaw in pinks and blues sprawled out before him. Beyond that in the depths of the room he saw the four corners of an ancient boxing ring.
As his eyes acclimitized to the gloom, she carried on lighting lamps. The flickering candlelight provided enough illumination for Jason to inhale the scene.

The mats were new, placed recently around the base of that ancient squared circle. The stumps of candle and lanterns were placed strategically to provide enough light in the ring but allow the shadows to surround it still. To hide the faces of an imagined audience.


She swung her black rucksack from her shoulder, placing it on the floor in one fluid motion, kneeling beside it and unzipping it quickly and without ceremony. She started to remove the contents from it’s depths into the grey light and place them neatly in a small pile next to her.

Jason watched her with mounting interest. First a small black towel, neatly folded. On top of that she placed two tightly rolled sets of rough cotton wraps, also black. Black and white satin trunks followed and He felt the queezy snake of anticipation beginning to stir once again. A small plastic box fastened with a clip came next. Finally she removed two pairs of leather boxing gloves. One black and one white. They glistened in the dull light. From the plastic box she removed a piece of curved plastic, then picked up the white gloves and a pair of the wraps and shoved them into Jason’s chest.

‘You better have put those on by the time I get back’ she spat with a smirk before collecting up her own gear and disappearing into the shadows.

Momentarily alone with his thoughts Jason breathed in deeply and sat down on the floor with his back to the ring and started taping up is knuckles. He always enjoyed this practice, treating it as sacred ritual. Preparation for the trials ahead. He liked how his hands felt when they were bound tightly. Thus constrained they were free of the burden of dexterity and reshaped for one sole function. Of beating another human body into sobbing submission. Round and round, though the fingers, across the fist. Over and under and round the wrist. The tightness felt good. Solid. Glancing round he pondered his surroundings. How had Tara organised this place? How had it remained undiscovered by authorities or infested with squatters? How had she got all this stuff in here? Was it conspiracy…were there hidden hands involved?

He picked up his gloves and gumshield and entered the ring. Jason felt comfortable in the ring, there was something strangely warming about being cordoned off from the rest of life. In here the only thing that mattered was surviving minute to minute. No one cared who you were out there in the world. Beggars and kings, all were equal the moment they stepped between those ropes with the intention to fight another. There was a violent purity in this place that Jason wished existed elsewhere in life. To make things fairer. Simpler.

Testing the ropes for tension he caught sight of the dark stains upon the canvas. Smatters of ground in blood, grubby against the white of the ring floor.

“She’s done this before” he thought.

He pulled his hoody over his head, standing there in a white t shirt and a pair of athletic grey sweat pants. He removed his socks and waited. Hearing movement in the gloom he shouted out
“Wish I’d known this is what we were doing tonight, I’d have dressed more appropriately.

Tara emerged from the darkness ten minutes later. Pure function. A pallid angel of vengeance. A black hoodie pulled up concealed her face in shadows, locks of black hair tumbling from the depths. Her hands were wrapped tight. The rough fabric pulled taut around fists that she clenched and unclenched as though discovering the movement for the first time. The black satin trunks ended on her thigh, tattoos vivid against the pale skin. Totems and unholy prayers writhing beneath the surface. The shiny material of her trunks adding emphasis to the lunar curve of her ass.

“Aye well you look alright to me, are you cold or something?” She said whilst rolling her neck from side to side.
“Not really, why?"
‘Take your fucking shirt off then you pussy. I want to hear what sounds your body makes when I put my fists on you’

She started to bounce lightly on the balls of her bare feet, her breath turning to vapour in the icy chill of the room. It looked to Jason as as though she were breathing fire. Jason shook his head and smiled, she knew what she wanted and who was he to argue with that?

As Tara slipped between the centre ropes he noticed that as she straddled them she paused, allowing the taut fibres to graze her crotch, she lingered for a split second and her eyes closed, her lips parting gently. She paused only for a second but the shift in demeanour was noticable and mirrored in her physicality as though stepping between the ropes signified a shifting of the veil. Within this square circle the rules of the waking world did not apply.


She unzipped the hoodie, shrugged her shoulders almost imperceptibly and shook off her jacket, letting it fall at her feet. Jason started at her from across the ring. The waistband of her trunks sat beneath the belly button. she wore a white wife-beater, torn ragged at the midriff. She took the black rubber gum shield from its case and slipped it into her mouth between those perfect lips. `It forced her mouth into a fixed pout and she stared Jason dead in the eye without breaking. Gently pulling on the gloves. They were the kind that laced up, no convenient velcro....silently she offered her wrists to Jason and he tripped over himself to oblige.

He took the right fist in his hands and began pulling the laces tight. Up and over, up and over. Pulling them closer so the leather stressed and creaked. A binding ritual. He looked up and her eyes were smouldering. Two furious coals in a porcelain face. The lips were closed but Jason could determine the outline of her gumshield forcing her upper jaw forward into a pout. She was breathing through her nose. Primal like an animal on the cusp of a response …attack or flight. Her eyes never leaving his. He felt something stir. The moment was visceral and as he took her other fist in his and pulled hard on the laces, her nostrils flared and her eyes widened, the muscles in her forearms tightened and her lips parted gently as she gasped and took in air. The binding was a ritual unto itself.

As they met face to face, in the centre of the ring Jason’s sense swam with light headedness. That perfect jaw, her body like carved glacial fury tethered in place by mortal form, Her eyes never left him and she’d not uttered a word since before the gloves had been tied tightly to her fists. Suddenly the face cracked and she smiled, gently at first, then the full spread, lips rolling back to reveal a mouthful of black rubber. Like a shark. She stepped forward, their hips pressed against one another as she slipped her arms around his waist and pulled him in leaning into his ear she whispered .

‘Just so you know..I’m gonna fucking end you ya cunt’

Jason recoiled, dropping her gloves and stepping away from her. The playfulness from earlier was gone, there was joy in her words but it was tempered with a hard determination. She meant it. And as she leant back into the turnbuckle and rested her arms upon the ropes Jason started to feel the worm of fear turning over in his guts.

It wasn’t his first rodeo, he’d fought plenty of men between the ropes and upon the unforgiving concrete. Ugly scraps that left his eyes in bruised pools, knuckles torn and ragged, body bruised and yearning. They had partially sated the strange appetite he’d discovered at a tender age but not wholly. And when the opportunity had arisen and enough sympathy or endorphins had been stirred, he’d fought with women too. Sweaty breathless conflicts between the sheets or in and in isolated hotel rooms. Glistening limbs entwined, muscles straining, establishing dominion. But not like this. Tara was a different animal. Not there to please him, not content to pander to some mans fantasies of being man handled or worshipped. No, Tara was a unique specimen, a rare gem. She liked to fight. Not playful foreplay. She wanted to box a man until she either stood victorious above him or crouched humbled at the feet of her better. A woman for whom the whole sensory experience of physical conflict was so tightly wound within her sexual appetite that play acting wasn’t enough. Dressing up wasn’t close. She wanted all of it. To feel and hear and smell every violent second. And to claim her prize or be so claimed in turn. It was like looking into the shards of a shattered mirror and it terrified him.....

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Dude this is fantastic, please post the next part also is this kickboxing or boxing , if not would you consider writing one like that

It would be cool to have her in a gi while she does it but that’s just me

But anyway keep up the good work
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Dude this is fantastic, please post the next part also is this kickboxing or boxing , if not would you consider writing one like that

It would be cool to have her in a gi while she does it but that’s just me

But anyway keep up the good work
I agree with this person, very good & can't wait to see more of your stories.
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Old 04-Feb-18, 09:28
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Thanks for the feedback fellas. Glad you were into it. Here's the rest. Like I said, kinda long. If i write more in the future I'll try to make them briefer.
I should also preface this by saying the original intent had been to for it to be a Female dom story but the subject of the story said she wanted it reversed. As for your requests Tony R, sure, definitely something I can work into the next one.


Jason shoved the black gumshield into his mouth and bit down before pulling his own gloves onto to his fists. He taped the velcro fastener of the first with his free hand then shoved his other hand into the remaining glove, taping it closed with his teeth. Tara watched him from across the ring. She always enjoyed this part. The anticipation and watching how each of them prepared themselves for her. Some of the others, emboldened with dutch courage, had fancied themselves more than her equal. The less confident ones, those who knew they were out of their depth had visibly trembled when confronted by her, when presented with the taboo of committing violence upon a woman, even one who craved it such as she. When it came to the crunch none would commit to the moment. A few tentative token punches to her body, thrown without passion or venom. Awkwardness at their own inability to satisfy her thirst. When they wouldn’t provide her with what she desired she’d surrender to her own raging temper and beat them bloody or cast them out in barely concealed embarrassment.

The last one, a kindly boy she’d met online had tried to hold her, as though in his eyes all this poor creature needed was a paternal hug to silence the quiet storm raging in her veins. Well intentioned but patronising, Tara stiffened at his touch, the spell broken before it had even taken hold. The gloves not even on her fists she had shoved him away and launched herself at him, striking him with every ounce of fury she could muster. Blows had rained down on a boy who had not the skills to defend himself nor the courage to strike back. Her bound fists stained and ragged as they ripped into unguarded flesh and tore open his lips and blackened his eyes whilst he cowered in the corner of the ring.

She stood above him breathless dressed in nothing but a pair of white Calvin Klein underwear. Her fists held up in front of her face, her chest rising as she fought to remember how to breathe through her anger, Tara felt as though she’d left her body. And when she finally became aware of the wreckage at her feet, this sobbing pile of docile skin and good intentions, she spat her mouthpiece out in pure disgust. How dare anyone assume a single thing about her, that this was merely some pathetic cry for help.
“Don’t ever presume to fucking know me”.

She’d seen him again, weeks later from across the room at a gig and despite the darkness in the venue, she could still see his face bore the mark of her disdain. The kiss of her right hand. The perfect nose now left crooked, a stitched up scar rising beneath the left eye where her fists had torn him open. The only pleasure she had taken from the whole futile exercise was the sight of her own handiwork. She smiled, sipped her drink and turned her attention back to the band.

Her attention was pulled back to the business at hand by the sound of leather smashing upon itself and she looked across at her opponent. The one she’d been waiting for. He was banging his gloves together, grinning at her. No longer bothering to conceal the swelling in his loose grey sweatpants. They hung just below his hips as she had wanted. His shirt was off and she stared at the solid shoulders and arms corded with muscle. The cold of the room had made his scars rise up like ruined earthworks, like the broken remains of ancient civilizations. His hair cropped, beard silvering.

She’d known Jason for years, a fleeting crush when paths crossed had been revived when he’d inadvertently revealed his desire for all this chaos. Tara knew that everything else up until this moment had been meat into the grinder for her. Now she would get to test herself against someone who thirsted as she did.

She pushed her glove down the front of her new shorts smoothing the fabric. They felt cold against the warmth of the bare skin beneath. She liked how they emphasised her figure and she knew Jason liked how they looked on her. The trunks lent her violence authenticity and she revelled in the confidence that she looked hot as fuck.

She gestured to Jason to come out of his corner and meet her in the middle. The black rubber of her gummy forced her mouth into a shape that made it difficult to speak and laboured her breath but she liked how it felt, leaning into his ear and whispering.
“three minute rounds until we’re done. As many as it takes, ok?”
Jason grunted and Tara continued
“No kicks but fists, throws and knees. Submissions if you think you can” she nodded to her gloves to emphasise her words, knowing that the large leather gloves would make it difficult to wrench submissions from either of them. But it’d be fun to try.

Jason nodded and backed away from Tara who walked back to her corner. She had set an automatic timer and as they waited for the harsh buzzer to initiate things, she turned her back to him and gripped the ropes stretching her legs wide, leaning forward and pushing out her ass. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Jason turning red an feebly attempting to cover a very obvious erection.

The bell rang and they moved toward each other, barefoot across the bloody canvas. With her gloves up and her face a mask of concentration Tara pushed forward and put Jason on the defensive, snapping out jabs, trying to find her range, looking for the chink in the armour. Jason moved back, batting her hand away and when she threw the third jab he rolled under it and stepped in putting his foot down between her stance, his knee placed between her legs, he tightly threw his left hook into her exposed torso with as much force as he could. The leather thudded into her painted skin just below the floating rib and she gasped and buckled, the movement put him position to throw an uppercut straight into her jaw and the blow pushed past her guard and exploded into her chin from beneath. A gout of saliva left her mouth as Tara’s head rocked back savagely and her eyes momentarily hazed over as she staggered backwards. Jason bounced on his feet, waiting for her to recover. Part of him wanted to finish this now, to knock her ass out in the opening seconds of the fight and shut her up for good. But she looked so good that he wanted to make this last. Beat her over a few rounds, a sweaty war of attrition. Tara looked stunned but righted herself and smiled at him wiping spit from her chin with the collar of her black leather glove.

‘Thats mah boy, more of that if you’ve got it”

Gloves up she stepped back into the fight, she threw a jab and again he rolled under it but she was too quick tis time and as he rolled she threw a left hook that he ducked straight into. The blow connected right on the lower mandible and Tara gasped with delight as she felt the jawbone rattle beneath her hand. Pushed back into the corner by the big punch Jason shelled up as Tara's attack continued, she started to rain blows down upon him. Trying to smash her fists through his guard. An overhand right split his defence and another opened his nose. She was already panting as she planted her feet and threw everything at him, the blood on his nose sending her into frenzy. Jason was scared, he hadn’t expected her to go so hard so soon. There was no tempo to her assault, just a furious whirlwind of fists lashing into his face and torso. The sound of each punch as she dug it in was intense. A wet crack as sodden leather connected with swollen skin, and he reached to to clinch her and buy himself time.

Wrapping his gloves around the back of her neck he pulled her close but her gloves were already up. She locked him up tightly, her strength unexpected but very welcome and she shoved the palm of her glove into his face pushing him back into the corner. Dismissing him as though his face offended. She adjusted her grip and threw a knee up into Jason’s exposed floating rib, pushing her hips through and knocking the wind out of him before tightening the grip and grinding her cunt against his cock. He’d forgotten she knew how to throw a knee. She’d told him years ago when they first met that she’d taken some Thai boxing classes. He thought she might have forgotten She hadn’t.

“ Don’t just take it.fucking fight me” she spat in his ear, she was wet now, glistening with perspiration, the gumshield forcing a trickle of drool from the corner of those lips. She looked like some great feline hunter, salivating at the prospect of a kill.

Jason threw both arms around her waist, pulled her into him even as she thrust her hips forward, his face in her breasts then lifted, squeezed and twisted throwing Tara to the mat. He piledrived her into floor of the ring then scrambled to dominate her. He got round behind her looping one arm round her throat end pushing the flat of the glove into her face so she couldn’t breath. He clamped his legs around her waist, then lent back and squeezed. His face was in her hair. She smelt like midnight and sin. He could see her lips roll back and the mouth guard exposed as she fought for air, her breath shallow and wheezing as he tightened his grip. Her back was arched, her arms flailing. As Jason squeezed tighter he placed his left heel firmly against her pussy and started to grind it gently whilst thrusting his cock against her from behind.

“Keep struggling, you can’t fight forever. And once you’re crawling, choked out, bruised and drooling, I’m gonna fucking end you… ya cunt’

Tara gasped registered surprise then she stopped struggling, instead going with the action and thrusting her hips forward again the heel whilst pushing her arse back and grinding against Jason’s rapidly swelling cock. The pressure from both sides and his arm around her throat made her head giddy, she felt like she could not escape and whilst his thighs squeezed tighter and he locked in the choke she could feel his deep exhalations through her hair into the folds of her ear. The exertion he was putting into subjugating her was as much a turn on as the pain itself. The effort was arousing. Both of them were slick with sweat, bodies and muscles locked and grinding against each other like components in some great undulating serpent engine.

He wrenched her again, twisting his hips into her, knotting her tightly and she shuddered and gasped. The fight was going out of her, her hair was damp with sweat and she couldn’t find a purchase or leverage to push back. He was draining her and she was loving every tortured second. The bell rang and Jason unlocked his limbs pushing her gently aside with his foot. She slumped, breathless on all fours, breathing deeply trying to compose herself, to find her centre.

Jason was already up and in his corner when she finally rose. Tara looked at him from beneath the black mane of hair and he smirked back at her. Fucking bastard was loving this. The choke had caught her by surprise, upset her plans to dominate this guy. And he could fight. Way better than any of her other victims. It wasn’t going as she’d planned but the feeling of being at Jason’s mercy, of not being in control for once. That was new. And the dampness in her satin shorts suggested that she wanted more. But she’d make it hard for him, in more ways than one.

Jason watched as Tara pulled her tight wife beater up over head in one slick movement. The Calvin Klein crop top she’d been wearing beneath it came with it. And she stood revealed. Breast’s slick with sweat and swollen with excitement. She knew he was watching and she stared back at him, curling her top lip to show just a tantalising hint of black rubber. As she did so she lifted her fists and flexed both biceps. Perhaps it was overconfident to strike a victory pose after almost being choked out, but she didn’t care. She felt good, all her senses alive and skin prickling with anticipation and when she saw the contours of Jason’s prick, rigid against his sweatpants she felt victorious.

Tara walked slowly over to his corner. Nose to nose, hot breath filtered through black rubber. At this distance she could see the damage she’d done to his face start to yield flushed fruit. The broken blood vessels beneath his eye, the flush of blood beneath his nose, the red marks upon his torso where she’d pummelled him with leather and muscle. She lent in closer, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of sweat on his neck and as she did so her gloved fist moved down to explore his cock. She rubbed her glove against the swelling and his eyes closed and head tilted back.
Moving her mouth up his neck and into his ear she let the gumshield push against the lobe of his ear. She knew the details made him crazy so she worked them all.

“you got lucky that round fucker. I hope you enjoyed it. Because now I’m going to knock you out and ride fuck outta your face , get me?”
Jason pushed her away gently, creating space between them. Saying nothing. He was trying to hold it together, to see the fight through because the truth was he just wanted to fuck this girl. Everything about her was a turn on. Her confidence, her threat, her physical ability and strength. The way she wore those shorts, Jesus fuck. It was too much.

The girls he’d done this with before had never committed the way Tara had. She knew every detail, every nuance required to make this genuine and had the physicality and ill temper to back it up. There was no pretence, no nonsense it was authentic. To the point where victory was not a sure thing. Now she was stood topless before him, flexing and posing like some counter culture pin up. The intensity was coming off her in huge undulating waves, it was like being stood next to an oven on full blast.

The bell went and she slammed her gloves into his chest, shoving him back and as she did so her right foot arced up and she hit him across the jaw with her shin. It was like being hit with a baseball bat, as he fell he could see her following him down, smashing her gloves together in malicious joy. White lights sparked behind his eyes and he hit the canvas hard. She was already on him before he knew it. Legs straddled on either side, her sex thrusting down onto his cock as she pounded his face with her fists. Sweat was running off her in great salt rivers. He tried to cover up and guard his face but her assault was relentless and without kindness or mercy and she broke through every time he tried to shell up with his hands. She yearned to hurt him even as their crotches crushed against each other, dry humping through a haze of blood dimmed violence. She was driving her leather clad fists into him with all the strength she had left and Jason could feel his grasp on consciousness slipping away.

Then she stopped.

Breathless Tara sat back whilst slowly moving her hips in small circles against him. Her arms fell to her sides and she breathed in and out deeply, her painted chest beaded with sweat, rising up and down with every laboured breath.

Jason laid flat on the canvas with Tara’s weight slowly grinding against him. His face was numb from the sheer volume of blows he’d taken. He would look like he’d been dragged through hell tomorrow morning. But right now all he could hear was the thunder in his veins. He could taste the copper sting of the blood inside his mouth where the firm plastic of the gumshiled had been smashed repeatedly into the soft tissue of his upper lip. There was blood in the stubble of his beard. He collected his thoughts and pushed himself up on his gloves. She leaned back on hers for balance.

“Christ Tara I thought you said no kicks… What the fuck you playing at”

She smiled down at him. With the black rubber grin and the steam rising off her body she looked glorious. Infernal. Smouldering like some demoness conjured from sulphur and rage.

“Dry yer eyes sweetheart, I just wanted to see if I could still do it. Anyway rounds not over and I’m not close to done wi you so get the fuck up alright”

She pushed herself up off of him and waited for him to rise. He got up slowly and stiffly.

“I can’t take another round like that “ he thought to himself. “She’s gonna give me brain damage at this rate. “

They touched gloves and started circling each other. The balance to determine who was hunter and who was prey had yet to be determined but Jason knew that he had to hurt her now because she would not stop. Would not relent in pursuit of what she thirsted for. Her singularity of purpose was terrifying. She came at him again but she seemed as though she were running on fumes and was throwing wildly now, her skin flushed with fury her eyes blazing…this was his moment to shift the tide.

As she stepped in and let fly with a big left hand he saw her guard had dropped, the right glove slipping away from her face just enough. He twisted and slipped underneath, putting all weight on the front foot and springing up with a left hook that connected with her hard on the chin. A fountain of drool erupted from her mouth as her jaw snapped to the left and she staggered from the impact. Her eyes were glazed as she tried to center herself and for the first time the mask of confidence and arrogance slipped and she looked scared. But it was too late, Jason locked his white gloves around the back of her head and forced it down, she inhaled his musk whilst in the same movement he brought his left knee up like a jackhammer, driving it into her liver. Tara cried out in pain but he did not immediately release her from the lock. He wanted to inflict some cruelty upon her and he pulled her wilting body into him, feeling her erect nipples against his perspiration soaked chest, hair matted with sweat and spit. Her flagging weight felt incredible against his skin, the smell of her hair intoxicating and he held her in position for a little longer than he needed. Just to prove dominance.

Then he was shoving her back into the corner of the ring. She hit it hard with her back, panic on her face as she tried desperately to cover. The fear of a violent KO suddenly very real in her thoughts. He wanted to give her what she’d given him. He wanted to mark her and so he pistoned hooks into her already tender liver area. She’d be pissing blood in the morning and he did not fucking care. Tara had wanted a fight. She had egged him on and belittled him and now she was getting what she craved.

Her guard came down and he could see she was sobbing, not from pain but from frustration. Tears rolling down her face as he continued to beat her bloody. He stepped back, let her try and raise her fists like some ailing prize fighter, too defiant to know when to give in.. but her gloves were wet and heavy, her eye already puffing and swelling was turning darker by the second, he snapped out the jab and then put his weight on the front knee and dropped down and fired an uppercut that smashed into her jaw from beneath and her head snapped back against the turnbuckle, her gloves loose at her sides as though they were made of cement. A hard right connected with her eye and he knew she’d be fully closed over tomorrow. Tara was swaying, her body soaked through with sweat, the white satin panels of her trunks smeared with blood. His or hers it didn’t matter now. Fe felt electricity crackling between them as he reset and fired the the left hook like a cannon, all the hips pushing it through with one intent. To knock her out. This time it connected flush with the jaw and she went with it. The gumshield jettisoned from her mouth as her jaw went slack, trails of spit chasing after its ascent. All tension hammered out of the bite and her eyes rolled back into her skull as her hair whipped round like a black curtain . Tara collapsed heavily into the ropes in a tangle. Turned on her side one arm over the rope, the other stretched out hanging off the ring apron. Her head was propped at an awkward angle against the corner. She looked like a punch drunk marionette with her strings cut, limbs splayed and slumped in defeat. A stream of drool marbled with blood ran from the corner of her mouth like the falls, pooling on the canvas. It was over.

Jason stood over Tara. This is what she’d pushed for. The idea of violence against women upset him greatly but this had been different, she’d wanted this. Or at least was prepared to gamble on this outcome. It could quite easily have been her their stood over his battered body, curling her biceps and flaunting that full arse in his face. But no. He’d bested her and the yearning in his sweats was becoming almost painful as his cock rubbed raw against the fabric. He pushed his glove down his front, to feel his prick flex beneath the pressure. Now it was time to claim his prize.

Tara stirred as Jason started to move her but she did not resist. He’d taken his gloves off now, the sound of ripping velcro had roused her from the beaten haze she was in. He was gently moving her onto her front, she was in the corner but her face was now facing out of the ring toward the darkness. She felt him drape her arms over the bottom rope so she was resting on her knees, face to the turnbuckle, ass up. Her heavy eyes flickered with recognition as she suddenly became aware of her predicament, behind her Jason slipped his hands into the elasticated waist band of her Thai shorts, lingering on the shape of her hips and then roughly yanked them down over her ass. Naked except for her boxing gloves Tara glanced back over her shoulder just in time to see Jason pulling down his own sweats, his cock engorged and swollen with excitement.

She felt his bandaged hands on either side of her waist as he grabbed her roughly and firmly pushed himself into her, the folds of her cunt inviting him in then gripping him tight. Tara gasped as he entered, even though she had been sodden for the entirety of the fight. She’d been wet from anticipation of what she had in store, she’d been wet once she slipped her shorts on and felt the cold fabric against her skin. She’d been wet when he tied the gloves to her fists. She’d been wet when she saw him shirtless and grinning. Truth be known she had almost cum when he fell beneath her fists and she mounted him and could have easily fucked him there and then.

But the decision had been taken from her, the control shifted unexpectedly. Now with his hands firm upon her hips, providing the leverage he needed to drive it deeper she backed onto it. Pushing her hips back and driving her slick cunt onto his prick. Her gloved hands gripped the rope, finding tension there to help her flex and find the rhythm to match his steady thrust. Her eyes closed and she drooled as she ground her self against him, sweat dripping from her brow. It stung as it ran over her face and she realised he’d split her beneath the right eye, the acid of the sweat keeping the memory of defeat echoing with every stroke. She was panting now, that warm sickly feeling in her stomach bubbling up like liquid pearl, writhing and turning over deep down in her stomach. She could feel the sweat running off him and onto the small of her back, his motions frantic matching the thunder in her blood and as he drove into her he wrapped his left fist in her hair and pulled her head back so she was howling at the moon. Every part of her body ached and it felt like triumph. Upon all fours, head wrenched back, fucked in every respect, Tara relished her defeat and they both climaxed, crashing together like tide upon shore, exhaustion and excitement colliding. Raw and unbridled. Victory found in a crucible of blood, sweat and cum.

They both collapsed onto the mat. Chests heaving, glistening with the sweat of this most visceral toil. Minutes stretched into aeon as the pair waited in silent darkness for their energy to return. Their exertions had left them both battered and drained, and now the heat of their furious passions had cooled, the painful reality was emerging from the temporary insanity that had taken them.

‘My eye is FUCKED Jason. I don’t even wanna know how it’s gonna look tomorrow” Tara whispered.

It was already ripening, the colours shifting like a bruised sunset. The swollen eye was already reduced to her slit, the fluid puffing up around it in blues and purples. She was pushing her jaw in and out as she complained about her eye. Jason was no better, his mouth was stained with blood, the bridge of his nose darkening from Tara’s spiteful kick. As he wiggled his nose he noticed Tara had risen slowly to her feet.

She raised her gloved fists to her mouth and started to bite at the laces to loosen their grip upon her. She wriggled one hand free, then the other and tossed the gloves at him playfully before turning her attention to locate her gumshiled. Once discovered she picked it up, turned to him toying with her hair, curling it round her bandaged hand deep in thought.

“You know….that was fucking ideal pal I knew you’d be worth the wait. I’m a wee bit sad you won it though”

“Pride taken a dent has it Tara, awwww?” Jason mocked

“Nah, I just really wanted to do this after I’d knocked you out, but ah’m gonna do it anyway”

She gingerly picked up Jason’s gummy from where he’d spat it. Jason was on his knees in the corner, looking at Tara with bemused interest. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she stalked over to him, her thick ass swinging gently as she approached, the full breasts framed with ink. She smiled tenderly at him. Beneath all the violence and barbed banter there was some genuine warmth. She leant down, running her fingers seductively across his battered mouth, gently inserting two fingers between his lips she opened his mouth then quick as a flash she forced the gunshiled back into his mouth so hard he gagged whilst grabbing his hair with her free hand and forcing it into her pussy.

“Bite down now. BITE DOWN ON IT” she yelled at him as she straightened up, both hands deep in his hair and she pushed herself hard against his face. Her pelvis already working in concentric circles against him as he started to explore her deep folds and contours with his tongue, gently at first then firmer, and more aggressively to match the strain Tara was putting him under with her own movements. Pushing into the sweet spots, devouring her with an appetite seldom seen. He pushed the black rubber of the gumshield hard against her clit. The pressure rigid and commanding as she ground against it. She was running off his chin now, his face a mess of his drool and her cum, Tara placed her knee on his shoulder to gain a better purchase on his face as her body wrenched itself toward visceral orgasm. Her own gumshield was in her mouth now, biting down on one finger, the black rubber restricting the flow of oxygen to her system, the deprivation creating a high that only emphasised the churning feeling at her core. He flicked his tongue, grabbed her arse and she fucked his face until climax took her under. Pulling her down and lifting her up, Tara threw back her head and screamed. A primal, guttural joyous sound. Her legs trembled and she collapsed onto the floor as he sat before her, head bowed breathing heavily his cock in his hand.

She looked up at him, he looked back, saying nothing both their faces were a mess of each others fists and fluids. Two wild seraphim that looked like Heaven dragged through hell. Tara broke the silence with a sweet but tired giggle, a giggle that grew rapidly to a surging tide of joyful laughter. Her eyes closed, her sides heaving. Her laughter was infectious and Jason added his own gravelly chuckle to the racket. He realised how nice it was to see her smile without burden or pretence. And their maniac laughter echoed into the darkness, a small shard of pure light. An unguarded moment of wild, feral happiness amongst the wreckage of the sterile modern world. ……

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That was a good story.
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Nah dude, the length is perfect. Don’t be afraid to make it long, it is fine the way it is, you have talent. I look forward to reading more in the future
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Thanks Tony.
I've a couple more in the planning stages, I'll throw the Gi in the next one.
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this was flat out superb, bro. I loved everything about it although the ideal outcome for me would have been for the female to decisively win via knockout after a hard fought competitive match(not the biggest fan of overly one sided bouts personally). but hell yeah keep up the good work, hopefully my words encourage you to some degree. very very rarely do I enjoy the stories I read here to the extent of this. thank you.
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Hey man,

Thanks so much for your feedback. I'll be honest...Tara was supposed to win this one, but the friend I wrote it for (the real Tara) insisted on a maledom finish. I'm going to try and write another one so hopefully it'll tick all the boxes!
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It’ll be interesting in seeing her win, maybe a little femdom revenge scenario in play? Lol either way I know it’ll be brilliant. Keep up the great work pal.
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