Female Boxing Federation

20:41 Joanna_Louvier: Oh, Selene… where do I begin? I remember when we first met. I was working the heavy bag, minding my business, trying to get settled into a new boxing gym and get a good workout in. As I often do. Focused on my routine. My combinations. Not here to make small talk… too shy to start meeting people, still getting the lay of the land. Suddenly, this girl is on the bag next to me, keeping pace with me, hitting the bag with what must be double the power, ripping shots left and right, copying my combinations… and you kept this up for 20 minutes. Right beside me. You didn’t need to say anything. Message received. Sweating, exhausted after finishing up on the speed bag, always awkward because I have to bend my knees to reach it… you’re right beside me toweling off… I decide to break the ice. We instantly click. It was good to have a friend in that place, so soon. Really good…

20:49 Joanna_Louvier: A few weeks went by. In the course of our chatting between workouts, we had both realized we have birthdays within a week of each other, in early April… coming up soon. So naturally, you invited me to have a joint birthday bash at your place. As a transplant in a new town, it seemed like a great idea to me. I wanted to meet your people. So here we are, in the backyard of your place… it’s a nice setup. I’m wearing jean shorts, flip flops, and a green and yellow floral pattern spring blouse. My hair is back in a single long French braid, my usual bangs braided into it for a nice neat look. I just arrived, and I don’t really know anyone here other than a couple other people from our gym, so I’m waiting for you to emerge from the crowd. Looking for that fiery mane of yours… yt

20:54 Selene_boxer: Something about the big girl--so strong, so graceful--and I haven't seen anyone with that raw, sexy POWER in a long time--that catches my eye. I couldn't resist matching her—just as fast, but only seeming to be as powerful—I’m strong, but not THAT strong. It’s the speed bag that really impresses me. Most big girls are clumsy, depending on brute force to knock a gal out, and turn into easy pickings if I don't. Of course I showed you the secret of adjusting the speed bag, though I prefer the offset double ended bag, and introduced you to it—a contraption invented by fiends.

20:58 Selene_boxer: I’m sometimes a bit shy as well, but worked up the courage to invite you over for the party. Unseasonably warm it might be; I don't trust it. Cut-off’s and a t-shirt, sure—but sneakers; there’s still muddy spots. My red mane is loose, and I smile when I see you've made it. Only a small gathering, but a grills going with some burgers, plenty pf cheese, bacon, chips, and all. I see you and set the load of food down and wave yt

21:10 Joanna_Louvier: I smile when I see you waving to me, and you probably notice a bit more of a spring in my step when I start moving in your direction. “Heyyyy, birthday girl!” I sort of sing at you, as I come over to meet you, waving and nodding to a few people I don’t know, but who seem to have been waiting to lay eyes on me… sounds like word has gotten around about the new tall blonde… as I come into your space, my eyes meet yours, and I produce a gift wrapped box from behind my back… a little larger than a shoebox. I press it into your hands… “this is for you…” yt

21:15 Selene_boxer: "So glad you could come," I say, a sparkle in my eyes showing that it's FAR more than empty words... slipping a gift bag from behind the food, saying, "And Happy Birtday to you as well--welcome to the area..."
21:15 Selene_boxer: Pressing the bag into your hands with a smile
21:20 Selene_boxer: "Oh--got a good bowl of punch along with everything else," I say with a wink yt

21:29 Joanna_Louvier: “Aww, you shouldn’t have!” I say, trying to be gracious, but meaning it genuinely at the same time. We’ve only known each other for a short time, but whatever is in this bag pales in comparison to the warmth you’ve shown me since we met. And up here, further north from my home town… warmth is precious to me. “Oh, punch! Haha, how appropriate…” I think about keeping sober, pacing myself a bit, but I decide I should cut loose a little and have some fun. It’s our birthdays, after all. “I’d love some!” I eye the food, not trying to get really full yet, but if I’m having punch I should probably have something to eat with it… Eventually, I settle into the group and pretty soon I’m cracking jokes, laughing, connecting and feeling like I’m fitting right in…

21:36 Joanna_Louvier: Before long, we are opening gifts… “Hey, Selene… I want you to open mine.” I hope you’ll like them… A brand new pair of 8 oz Cleto Reyes, in black. Lace ups. Like the TKO gloves I’ve seen you wear before, but these are new… fresh. And they’re top quality. And secretly… secretly… I’m hoping they’ll give you ideas. Yt

21:42 Selene_boxer: I say, "So long as you open yours, too." I'd been concerned that I was going overboard with my gift, until I open mine, and smile, struggling not to laugh until you open yours--an identical pair of Cleto Ryeyes, but red, matching the worn bag gloves you'd been wearing--the best of the best...watching your face as you pull them out of the gift bag, saying "Great minds think alike?" Yt

21:53 Joanna_Louvier: Opening my gift along with yours, looking for your reaction… then CRACKING up when I realize we just got each other matching gloves. “Oh my god, Selene! Hahahahaha!!! This is too perfect!!!” And then, as the laughter dies down, an uncanny quiet seems to settle in around us. Eyes on me. And you. Our eyes on each other. Sun is starting to set… the sky a warm gradient of pink and blue. “Do you want to… break them in?” I say, my voice almost inaudible… then, louder… “I’ve been curious whether you’re as hot in the ring as you are in the gym…” I say, with a wink. Yt

21:57 Selene_boxer: My laughter matches yours... looking you in the eyes, seeing the sparkle... the anticipation, the hope--I'd been having the same thoughts when I got you gloves... whispering, "I'd been hoping you were thinking along those lines...been wondering the same...coach'd never allow it--but she's not here, is she?" and wink. "Really been wondering what those punches feel like..." yt

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22:44 Joanna_Louvier: “It will be my pleasure to give you a taste,” I reply coquettishly… meanwhile, part of me is thinking… I can’t believe you’re doing this again. If you keep this up, you’ll be moving towns again before you know it. But this feels different. Not a grudge. This is something else. A test… a… date? “I’ll need wraps, and a mouthguard. Where are we doing this?” I look around, confused. Plenty of space, but I don’t see a ring setup. Maybe she has something she can set up quickly out here… yt

22:52 Selene_boxer: "Got wraps...how's right here sound, once the others have left?" I say, shooting you a flirtatious grin. As for where--just take a moment." Once everyone has headed off, I pop open the shed, asking for a hand...it's the work of a moment to wrap a couple of blankets around a few trees, and some ropes happen to be pre-cut, with snap rings on the end--instant ring. A soft breeze stirs my red mane as twilight falls, the red light giving our fair skin a flushed look, almost as if we'd already been feeding each other leather already yt

23:06 Joanna_Louvier: After getting my white Chuck Taylors on, I work with you for a few minutes to set up the makeshift ring, my mind playing through the possibilities of what is about to unfold. Just the two of us, alone. Nothing too heavy, I think… we’re friends, after all, just breaking in some new gloves. Eight ounce gloves. The kind you don’t use for sparring. As I wipe some sweat from my brow, I catch sight of you, now standing topless, wrapping your hands, the dying light of sunset kissing your freckled skin. Skin that I intend to paint with bruises… I admire the beauty of your body, built strong, and tough, honed, like mine… and your spirit, your undaunted enthusiasm in taking on someone so much taller. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got. I peel off my blouse, baring my breasts along with you, revealing a small silver choker around my neck… beginning to wrap my hands with the ones you provided me… our blood ritual within minutes of commencing. Yt

23:14 Selene_boxer: Well aware of your gaze, relishing the way you look at me...shifting a little so the dying light catches my firm breasts...I'd tied the gloves loosely before starting the wrapping...eyes bright, catching your eyes as I flex my strong bicep--done it at the gym for you, but it's somehow different...going to be testing each other. As your blouse slips off, frankly admiring your firm breasts, the subtle movements as you wrap your hands, as I say, "Gods, you look GREAT!" anxious to test you yt

23:21 Joanna_Louvier: “Likewise,” I say with a flirtatious grin. I really mean it. You look… hot, to be frank. I don’t know how far this is going to go, in terms of violence, or… otherwise… all I know is that I like you, and I’m picking up what you’ve been laying down. “Hey, you got a ring name, or something? They call me “the Huntress” back where I’m from,” I chuckle, the silliness of it all only hitting me now. Finishing my wraps, I start to work on getting my gloves on and lacing up. “Thanks again for these…” hmmm, the laces are going to be impractical for just the two of us… maybe we can give each other a hand later… or… teeth yt

23:29 Selene_boxer: "Hold up," I say, grabbing a couple of plastic slides, showing you how to use them to hold the laces, so ye need no help. "More than great," I say, "HOT HOT HOT!..." then hear your ring name. "The Huntress. Heard about you...delightfully vicious--one punch KO power--if ye want her down right away. Heard you smeared one girl's nose across her face with the first punch, like busting people up Now I REALLY wanna see what you've got--how hard ya feel like going?" I say with an eager look on my face yt

23:47 Joanna_Louvier: “Thanks,” I say as you show me how to use the slides… “Yeah, I guess I’ve had a couple pretty short fights. It’s hard for a girl as tall as me to find good competition, you know? As for you… Since I’ll be seeing that mug of yours around, I’ll try not to “smear” it too bad. And as far as how hard… I say we feel it out… play it by ear. If either of us is seriously hurt, we should know when to stop. But, you did say you want to see what I’ve got… and I intend to show you…” I take a couple steps back, heading to my “corner,” signaling I’m ready to get the show on the road. And yeah, I’m planning to touch gloves. I’m ready, Selene. Yt

23:53 Selene_boxer: Looking at your height and smiling, I say, "Tall doesn't win fights--POWER does, if you can land it...feel things out makes great sense...as for mugs, same here--though the occasional gusher of a nose comes with the game...and unless I miss my guess, you're just as eager to feel my best...nothing wrong with a bit of extra hurt at the end, either," I say frankly. I take a couple of steps back as well, enjoying the view yt

23:58 Joanna_Louvier: “Heh, yeah, I know, I just meant… never mind…” I know what you’re saying about height. I don’t always consider it an advantage. But the field is sparse in my weight class, so the quality of potential opponents is less reliable. Which is why I like getting into impromptu scraps like this… and yeah, I got the memo… no kid gloves. “Alright, Selene… I won’t hold back. I know you won’t either. Ready when you are. Rounds, or just box until one of us can’t get up?” I bark confidently at you, also enjoying the view… yt

00:03 Selene_boxer: How 'bout 'till one of us can't get up? Ropes are good and tight, too." I say, my voice husky as I anticipate the challenge. "As for opponents, ye have a tough one here--looking forward to having you on the ropes..." yt

00:07 Joanna_Louvier: “Hmph…” I chuckle a little… knowing you are tough, and skilled, and strong, and you’re not going to be easy to take down. It’s not like there’s no record of your exploits out there… not long after we met, I started doing my research… looking forward to seeing how it pays off… I shadowbox a bit and jump up and down in my corner as I wait for you to signal you’re ready, trying to get my heart rate up in preparation for our inevitable clash. Yt
00:10 Selene_boxer: Shadowbox some as well--knowing I'll need to be bast and loose--you have massive power, and I know it...gloves a black blur as I wrap up my preparation and smile, "Ready, big girl?" yt

00:18 Joanna_Louvier: “Ready…” still don’t have a cutesy name for you. It’ll come, just need to get to know you better… and what better way than this? I start to bounce lightly in an orthodox guard, left glove in front, right guarding my chin, making my body a narrow target, keeping my gloves lower than usual due to you being 8” shorter than me… I start shuffling towards the center, extending my left glove looking for a tap from yours… and studying you as we close distance… yt

00:22 Selene_boxer: Guard hi as I shuffle toward you--unlikely much will be coming at my body, bouncing on my toes, also in an orthodox stance...reach out to top gloves with you and step back, elbows in tight, in low stance, head moving erratically side to side..."Bring it, Huntress..." in voice too sultry for the ring yt

00:28 Joanna_Louvier: And the hunt is on… finally. Time to put these shoulders to work. I’m focusing on keeping my feet steady, knowing you’re more nimble, and will be trying to outmaneuver to get inside… I shoot out a fast jab aimed at your right eye, retracting it and throwing another to follow up, lower, at your chin, knowing you’ll catch it on your guard most likely, circling to my left as I do, focusing on managing the distance and not letting you get close, not yet… following with a cross at your chin, then another jab at your forehead… just trying to bury you with straight punches as I work to keep the distance between us… yt

00:36 Selene_boxer: Stayng on my toes, keeping my head moving--expecting fast punches after seeing you in the gym, but with the small 8's, they're even faster; I have to resort to blocking rather than slipping...trying to get a feel for your patterns, watching for weaknesses--those jabs will sting when they find flesh, no doubt--😀 Slip to my right, letting the cross slide by my left cheek, looking to get inside, but your jab to my forehead doesn't do any real hurt, but keeps me outside. I step a bit to my left, then right, trying to throw you off balance, looking for a chance to get inside on you yt

00:47 Joanna_Louvier: Oh, boy! A real fight! It’s been a while since I’ve had this feeling, but it comes back so quickly it almost knocks me on my ass… my heartbeat quickens… You deftly block my jabs and maneuver around my cross, but the next jab lands, not doing much to deter you… but I think it was the right call to aim for your forehead. Play the long game. Establish position and create openings. You step to your left as I’m circling to my left, and I throw out a right straight at your nose as quick as I can to keep your guard busy… then I see your body twitch to the right again, and I sense you might be trying to weave under my effective range to get to my body, so I opt to beat you to it, sending a left hook looking to batter your right temple, or at least keep you from getting inside… then trying to follow up with a right uppercut to split your guard and come in under your chin… stepping back and firing another jab to create distance again. Yt

00:56 Selene_boxer: Your red glove flies at me--measuring your pattern, but when I block, WOW! there's some snap to it. As you fire the hook, I take advantage of my (lack of) height to drop under your hook, stepping forward and ripping a right hook at your side, aiming for your floating ribs--if it lands, it's at the same instant your right uppercut smashes into my jaw. What POWER!!! Despite my corded neck muscles, you snap my head back. It rocked me, but now that I'm inside, I want to stay there. I slip, but your jab still smacks my right cheek, leaving a nice red splotch and a heck of a sting...trying to stay with you, leaning to my left and pivoting, trying to really generate some torque behind a left hook at your side..grinning like a madwoman as the bruising starts yt

01:09 Joanna_Louvier: As you block my right straight, I can feel the power of the impact on your gloves, so satisfying, I know you felt it… I play right into your gambit as I throw a hook that you duck right under—I should have gone lower, I knew it!—but as I’m twisting counterclockwise to throw out my right uppercut… WHAP!!! Your right hook cracks into my ribs, leaving a painful sting… not sure if bruised or broken… your aim is precise and multiplies the power of your strikes significantly… you know what you’re doing… of course, I’m relieved to see that my upper landed and snapped your head back… and as I step back and jab… ouch, my ribs…

01:10 Joanna_Louvier: I’m satisfied by the smack of my left glove on your right cheek… how do you like my power, Selene? I’m just getting started… I see that grin as you stay with me wind your body up, bringing my right elbow low to cover my liver, “URGH!” The power… my arm AND ribs sting from it, but I’m already twisting in, stepping in with my left foot and DIGGING a left upper as hard as I can at your solar plexus. Yt

01:19 Selene_boxer: loving the close in fighting...not too surprised when my left hook hits arm...still doing some good...bruise your arm enough, and you won't be hitting as hard...loving the power you pack, but you're staying close, and too late to stop the uppercut, I am...twisting to my right, so your glove doesn't smash home and end the fight in an instant, instead smashing home just to the left, bringing a grimace of pain...part of me wants to move back, but i kow better, my muscles rippling as I try to plant a right hook in your gorgeous left eye...sucking up the pain as I try to follow wih a left uppercut, hoping to throw you off by aiming for your chin instead of your ribs...my face almost pure bliss as we whale on each other yt

21:51 Joanna_Louvier: There really is no feeling like stepping into an uppercut to the body… and I step in HARD, my core twisting in clockwise at you, my left bicep curling my arm like a meat hook bent on skewering you with a bloodthirsty, maniacal fervor… and as my glove skids across your abs, I realize I misjudged the opening… just not used to fighting someone your height… not to mention, your skill level… my peripheral vision tips me off before my mind can consciously process the threat, and I tense my neck as your right hook SLAMS into my left orbital, snapping my face to the right, further turning me to the right… my head rocked with the force of impact. I’ve taken hits like this a couple times, from larger opponents. None of them hit like you do… well, except for one... But I’m still sharp, my vision still clear, despite my left eye closing on impact… got greedy there, and she made you pay, huntress… fight smart, don’t be overzealous… deploy the artillery before sending in the troops…

21:52 Joanna_Louvier: I swing back counterclockwise, catching sight of your pained grimace as you dip your left shoulder, giving me just enough time to push off my left foot to take half a step back as you swing your left uppercut… at my chin—didn’t expect that, and you catch me with my hands low, but the distance makes it a glancing blow against the right side of my jaw. FWAPHH! Not enough to snap my head back and stun me… different story, had it landed flush…

21:52 Joanna_Louvier: I take another half step back and throw a stiff jab at your chin while your left arm is coming back home, taking advantage of my reach to re-establish distance, then circling right and throwing an overhand right cross at your left side temple, standing on the outside to your left now, retracting my right arm, then feinting another jab and throwing an even harder right cross, this time aiming a little lower, targeting that beautiful jawline of yours, on the left side, before quickly tucking my right arm back to guard in anticipation of another charge at my liver, my right foot stepping behind me again to narrow your targeting options. Yt

22:03 Selene_boxer: Smashing my glove into your eye--such a great feeling, knowing how it’s going to look soon enough--if I can stay in with you that long...pleased at your skill, your power--such a great matchup...then BAP! your jab doesn't get my chin, smacking my right cheek as I partially slip the punch, but the slip leaves me lined up for the right cross, I can't slip it, blocking with my left--you slam my glove into my temple, showing me (as if I didn't know already) how hard you punch.

22:07 Selene_boxer: A slight slip to avoid the jab puts my face in just the wrong place, and you get full extension on the right as it goes between my gloves, the deep smack of leather on bony chin as sweat flies,my face looking like a funhouse mirror as i stagger back...I wanted to know what a full force punch from you felt like--just not this early in the fight--and you showed me. I catch myself, stepping off to my right, elbows in tight, keeping my distance for a moment, looking to reset--or am I trying to lure you in?
22:08 Selene_boxer: I smile at you, saying, "Nice punch," yt

22:24 Joanna_Louvier: Thaaatssss… more… like it… My reptile-brain hisses, barely audible in my mind as returning to playing to my strengths pays off… the jab winning me back some respect from you, the first cross keeping you guessing, the feint selling you just enough, and BOOM!!! There it is. Your face warping from the impact, like watching footage of an A-bomb test… on the back foot now, but I know better than to start taking you lightly just because I landed a solid punch. One that you take on the chin like the fucking champ you are.

22:27 Joanna_Louvier: I’ve heard about how tough you are…and after this last exchange, I’m not only worried about keeping up with your speed and maneuverability, and controlling the fight, I’m worried about whether I’ll be able to keep up this level of raw, primal aggression without gassing out, knowing you can take a lot more punishment than most. All I know is, right now, I’m in awe as you straighten up and smile at me, and your verbal compliment makes me blush…. Not sure if you can see it through the bruises that I’m sure are starting to show now. “Thanks,” I mouth, almost silently, too breathless to give you the purring rejoinder you deserve. I reset my guard, coming towards you flat-footed, trying to conserve energy and pressure you into making the first move again… and hoping I can nudge you towards one of those padded tree trunks, corner you, and start to give your taut, muscular physique the “appreciation” it truly deserves…. Yt

22:35 Selene_boxer: Wondering how it is my jaw is even still attached--you hit like no one else--the right side of my face swelling and bruising--you've been landing more punches; you're winning the fight so far, and I know it. Those uppercuts of yours, body and head, are magnificently powerful--and you're so hot when you're throwing punches. I might be fast, but you're using your reach well. I nod slightly at your "Thanks." As you edge closer to me, I move off to my right, head moving, guard tight

22:40 Selene_boxer: It's clear you want me in a corner--NOT somewhere I want to be; impressing you with how much I can take is always better if I'm finding out how much your tower of power can withstand. I take a quick shift to my left, dropping low, stepping forward with my left foot, muscles rippling as I try to plant a right long hook in your solid, sweaty side, right on your floating ribs--aiming for the same spot my last one did. Pull my right back as my right foot slides closer, giving me my proper stance again, then lash out with a second right hook, trying for your left eye--more speed than power, a d a slight twist of the glove if it connects yt

22:57 Joanna_Louvier: Seeing you moving to your right, keeping the right side of your face away from me as the swelling steadily builds, I move to my right as well, just trying to mirror you and keep up. I know I’m doing well, and assuming equal skill, I should be… but I’m not going to pretend I could match you pound for pound. I know even though I’m ahead right now, this fight could turn on a dime. I know I have to keep fighting smart, or pay dearly if I make a rookie error. My eyes follow you… soon to be, my “eye,” as the soft flesh around my left eye swells. You move low, and to your left, and I turn with you, instinctively throwing a long left hook at your right temple as you again target my tender floating rib on my left side…

23:05 Joanna_Louvier: “Ughshh!!” Tensing up from the pain and bringing my left arm back to medium height guard, hand by my jaw, expecting you to come with the right this time for my liver, so sure… I’ve trained this block so many times it’s like an instinct, moving my right elbow down over my right side floating rib and BAM!!! My head snaps to the right again… fuck… my left eye really hurting now after a taking second shot… feeling that slight twist, flesh tearing, blood dripping… OK, now I’m pissed… I dip low and launch a right straight at your left breast as I swing back in at you, giving you a little twist as well to let you know I felt it… then twist on my hips again, torso turning clockwise, and step right with a long left hook, targeting your right eye… an eye for an eye… is what I’m hoping for, that is… yt

23:13 Selene_boxer: As you move to your right, I see you're making a common mistake, if you want me on the ropes--circling lets me keep clear of them. Your left slams into the side of my head as my right crashes into your hard body, slamming my head sideways, sweat flying--even though I was moving away, WOW!!!--you've smashed the right side of my head so many times, it's turning that distinctive black and blue we know so well, throbbing...then the sight of blood---what a rush...

23:18 Selene_boxer: the look of pain--then I gasp in shock as your right FLATTENS my bare tit, my face showing the pain as my breast rebounds painfully, bright red...my hands drop just a bit for a split second--at just the wrong time, as your left catches me in the eye--already swollen a bit from the countless lefts you've smashesd into my face, the raw power rocking me...I'm getting beat, and know it...

23:24 Selene_boxer: as sweat flies, my vision a bit blurry, I need to put some hurt on you, and fast. Almost everything you've hit me with has been a left--I've mostly landed rights...time to switch up on you a bit, as I fake a right at your ribs--just a subtle shoulder fake...then snap a stiff left jab at your nose, moving forward--taking a chnce, loading up on a right cross, hoping to spread your cute nose across your face yt

23:39 Joanna_Louvier: “Delightfully vicious,” I think you called me, only minutes ago, as we were getting geared up. You couldn’t have summed me up better if you tried. I am vicious, and I delight in destruction… mostly, in that of my opponents… occasionally, there is another side that comes out, when I’m on the ropes. But you, I feel like I have my jaws on your throat, and the temptation to bite down is growing with every shot that I land. And I think there is a part of you that wants to know what it feels like… what it really feels like… to be completely obliterated by a woman like me. You won’t let me do it… you’ll be happy to take me apart, given the chance, and show me I’m not so special after all. But there is something unspoken between us. And who knows… it’s still early.

23:52 Joanna_Louvier: Having just landed that left hook on your eye, my killer instinct is ratcheting into overdrive, and I am swinging… and while I have been punishing your right side with left handed punches, right now, a right hook just feels right… so I twist again, my left arm snapped tight to my side and guarding my jawline, my right knee bending, pivoting on the ball of my right foot, BAM!! Just as my right hook is scheduled for landing on the tarmac of your left side jawline, your jab POPs my head back, my neck scrunching like an accordion, my limited vision and fighting through the shock of another head shot, I bend my left knee and drop low this time, with flexibility you might not expect from a woman as tall as me… but I’m a Muay Thai fighter, and I’ve been training my legs to be flexible for years…

23:53 Joanna_Louvier: I drop under your right cross… and I spring up, my left glove ablaze, my fist looking to catch the underside of your right breast on its way to the underside of your jaw, looking to TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF. Yt

00:01 Selene_boxer: I'm seeing that killer instinct--that feeling you have that I'm ripe for the taking--I'm hurting, but not as much as you hope (I think) and I still plan to wreck you--we both delight in destruction of an opponent--but I can also appreciate being the one on the ropes--a good thing, considering I'm ended up there now and then--but not against someone as big, stroing, and powerful as you

00:09 Selene_boxer: Thank goodness I got the jab in--your hook connects, but loses some of it's oomph because the jab got here first, still rocking me good--the right side of my face swollen bad, right eye half closed from the constant pounding...then you drop out of sight, shocking the heck out of me. I react ALMOST fast enough, as your left smashes into the bottom of my right breast, whipping it skywards before your red leather slams into the bottom of my chin

00:13 Selene_boxer: My attempt to slip is too little, too late, and I'm nearly lifted off my feet as my red mane whips around wildly, my chin absorbing the brutal power of your magnificent body. I stagger backwards, gloves dropping, eyes glassy, and land on my rear. Glassy eyes, rocky, I look up at you "You're good," I say with a big smile yt

00:35 Joanna_Louvier: It’s been a hell of a firefight… you’ve put me through my paces, and I am starting to worry I might not get out of this one without major damage after that jab rocks me… but then… I feel that burning, that friction, that SMACK against the bottom of your lovely breast, and as my fist SMASHes into your chin, I could swear I almost see the surprise still on your face from registering that a 6’2” woman just ducked under your cross… before you’re lifted onto your tiptoes, your beautiful, dark red locks flowing in the fresh spring air… then staggering, hands down, plopping adorably on your taut, sculpted ass… you look really cute sitting there, eyes glassy, smiling up at me, having narrowly avoided a KO with a split second movement.

00:39 Joanna_Louvier: I light up when I hear you tell me I’m good… but quickly rush to cover with my tough girl act. “Thanks. You’re fucking amazing, by the way. Nobody your size has been able to hurt me like this. Now… are you going to stand up so I can finish demolishing you?” I let that last line come out as a purr, the one I couldn’t manage to give you before. “1… 2…” I begin to count, smacking my gloves together. yt

00:44 Selene_boxer: You've hit me so hard, but not just hard--you've hit me far MORE than I've hit you. Looking up, you are magnificent--tough, strong, such amazing muscles, pretty face--but more important, you're a fighter, and the way your face lights up...beautiful. "Huntress" suits you; right now, it's me you're hunting...but I still have teeth. The PURRRRRRR gives me a surge of pleasure, of desire...

00:45 Selene_boxer: : "Hell, yes--I'm coming up---you're gonna look so hot laid out on the grass..." I breathe as the count's at 6... still a bit glassy eyed, my right eye nearly closed, both tits bright red yt

19:51 Joanna_Louvier: I chuckle at your taunt… you seem to also speak the language of flirtatious trash talk. My kind of girl. “Six!” I smack my gloves together, harder with each increment of the count… “You might have noticed, honey, but I look hot doing pretty much anything,” I purr, flexing my right bicep for you, triumphantly, then turning around to give you a nice view of my back and bum… “maybe after I’m done laying YOU out in the grass, I’ll come lay beside you for a bit to keep you company.” The thought of it turning me on, more and more. “Seven!” Yt

19:55 Selene_boxer: A smile on my bruised face, my right eye punched half shut...the smack of your gloves, the melodious chuckle...eyes wide as that massive bicep ripples..."Darn right, I noticed," I say as I admire the view, grunting with the ffort as I get to my feet--the right side of my face an ugly (or attractive...) black and blue, right eye swollen, both tits bright red where youre new gloves have plowed into them

19:57 Selene_boxer: bringing my gloves up as I purr, "Gonna hurt you more--c'mon, big girl--think you can demolish me? Let's see it..." still looking a bit rocky, and flat footed yt

20:21 Joanna_Louvier: I smile for the briefest moment, before my expression becomes serious again, and I raise my gloves so my eyes peer just over the top of them. Looking at you, surveying the damage I’ve dealt so far, I think you do look pretty hot with all the bruises and swelling… but I know you’ll look even hotter when you’re lying spread eagle in the grass, and I intend to put you there. I don’t see a reason to change tactics, since my straight punches have been working well so far, so I move in quickly and send a hard, distance-finding jab at your head as I circle left to try to pressure you into the corner, before bending at the knees and throwing another jab to your navel, then coming back up and sending a 1-2 combo at your head, first a jab to knock away your left hand, followed by a hard right cross to the kisser! Yt

20:28 Selene_boxer: As you move to your left, I move to my left, setting a circle rather than letting you crowd me to the ropes--assessing your condition--clearly not as bad as mine, but the left side of your face is looking nicely bruised--"Looking good," I purr just before your jab smacks into my right glove--hard as some girls' rights, I think...the level change is not the surprise it was earlier, and I catch the second jab with my elbow...my eyes widen in shock as you slam my left aside with yours--something I do to people--and leaves nothing between that right and my face. Much too fast for me to react, that right SMASHES into my full lips--I can see you move, they way your body shifts, the way your chest sways--but too fast to stop it.

20:33 Selene_boxer: My head snaps back, sweat flying, my upper lip split as your red glove crushes it against my mouthguard. I don't know how much more punishment I can take--far less snap in my movements--despite the pain, the bruising, I drop low, stepping forward as I try to plant my right hook on your side, aiming for the spot on your floating ribs that I've been pounding. Pivoting sharply, muscles rippling as I try to follow up with a left uppercut to your gut, and finish the combo with a hard right hook--you've hit my tits, so trying to smash my right glove into the side of your left boob, grunting with the exertion--I might be going down, but gonna make you EARN it yt

20:46 Joanna_Louvier: As I continue to work you over with my lefts, I can’t help but feel the rush of satisfaction, watching your body crumble, a little more with every blow. What you normally would be able to handle, I can tell is harder to withstand now, after the exhaustion and cumulative injuries you’ve taken at my gloved hands. You block the first two jabs, but I can feel my power overwhelming you with each punch… You seem to understand what’s happening with the third jab, as it knocks your guard away… even recognize it… but you simply aren’t able to react in time before my right smashes into your beautiful, bruised up lips, opening a cut on your upper lip. That’ll leave a nice scar, I think…

21:00 Joanna_Louvier: Still, even in your battered and slightly punch drunk state, you continue to charge in, dropping low to my left side, so I bend my knees and drop with you, twisting my hips and bringing my elbow down to cover my left lower ribs… “Ugh!!” My left arm hurting from that hook, sapping some of my punching power… but I push off my left foot, moving back half a step, and unload a hard jab at the center of your sternum, just to change up the pace a bit as I bully you with my incredible reach as you’re curling in at me with an uppercut aimed at my body… your reach stolen by my jab. Then, as you curl in for a right hook, I come over top for an overhand left to your right temple… and feel the sting of your right glove tearing into the outside of my left breast… “Agh!!!” I wince, pulling my left arm in over my breast, before uncoiling my hips counterclockwise again to send a brutal, long, overhand right hook at your left jawline! Yt

21:14 Selene_boxer: Desperate, winging heavy leather to try to do some hurt, slow you down...but you're good---slowed down as I am, no shock that you blocked my right...the jab slamming right in between my breasts stops my advance, also making my sweaty, glistening twin orbs shake, almost as if I were trying to draw your eyes to them. My right at your breast lands at the same instant as your left comes over my right, the delectable feeling of feeling the lush, firm flesh under my glove mingled with the stunning force of that brutal left, shaking me...I stagger back, struggling to keep my hands up, eyes glassy--wide open as your right hook connects clean on my exposed jaw

21:17 Selene_boxer: the smooth red leather contorts my bruised face, a demented halo of sweat and blood surrounding my head as I stagger backwards, eyes crossed, and stumble into the ropes, my bare torso slick with sweat, bruised, my hair a total mess as blood drips from my lip...yet despite the beating I'm taking, I smile at you as I try to get my gloves back up yt

21:30 Joanna_Louvier: I knew there was a reason I felt a connection with you. It goes far beyond our shared love of the sweet science. It’s the love of everything that comes with it… the good, and the bad. Make destruction your life’s work, and you will learn to love it. And you and I both seem to have this bad habit of not knowing when to quit. I imagine, you probably also share the love that I have for what I’m about to do to you… watching your bare, bruised, sweaty torso collapse into the ropes, and you turn and smile at me. You know what’s coming, and so do I. I lick my lips, smile and wink at you with my bloody, practically closed left eye. I can’t predict the future, but here’s my forecast for the next two minutes or so… I’m going to beat you senseless, and you’re going to love it.

21:36 Joanna_Louvier: My left breast still stinging from the shot you managed to land before I knocked you silly, I don’t neglect the fact that your body packs real power, and given the chance, you will take this fight back from me. I know, because I’d do the same. I don’t waste time prancing around you, I simply march right up to where you’re currently sagging against the improvised ropes, and level a long range left hook at your temple, then bend at the knees and blast a right hook, left hook combo at your obliques to keep you guessing, followed by a fast, horizontal right uppercut to your chin (just the slightest curve to it… almost like a straight punch, but the elbow is just slightly bent, palm facing up), meant to snap your head back and disorient you more, ensuring you’re fully disarmed before I begin to unload my full arsenal on you in earnest… yt

21:47 Selene_boxer: Hoping to somehow hit you more, but you're playing it smart...watching you as you move--thinking "soooo sexy, so hot," even in my dazed state trying to get my glove up before your left crashes into my temple with a deep THUD, sweat flying ...my gloves dropping again just as you RIP into my obliques--too dazed to be keeping them tight, the blows sink DEEP into my sweaty body, doubling me over as you blast the breath from my lungs--just raw agony

21:50 Selene_boxer: Doubling over brings my chin right in line with your right, cruelly contorting my face as my head snaps sideways, spraying more blood from my busted lip, my strong body helpless in front of you, the black gloves I've punched your face with helpless at my sides...and a smile on my face as I nod slightly, as if inviting you to keep going...yt

22:05 Joanna_Louvier: In your current state, I’d be surprised if you see my lip curl into a grin as I see your smile and nod… it’s so subtle, almost buried under the overpowering desire to just end you, right here and now. Stepping in closer, I level a left hook, then a right, almost full power, at the hinges of your lower jaw, just wanting to make sure you get a good look at the rest of the ring.

22:05 Joanna_Louvier: Stepping closer now, I press my left glove and forearm up against your collarbone as I bring my left thigh between your legs, offering your body some support as I twist another right uppercut into your navel, then your upper abs, then another. Far from satisfied or finished with you, I twist a right hook in hard into your left breast, looking to flatten your reddened orb with brutal force, then another at your lower left ribs, just for good measure, then pulling back a massive right, looking ready to fully remove your head, but instead, I move it onto your collarbone, now standing right between your legs, my naked torso pressing right down onto yours, bending you back over the ropes…

22:12 Joanna_Louvier: As I press down over you, I bring my arms in tight like a pair of chicken wings, swinging a tight left hook, then a tight right hook into each cheek, then a left hook to smash your right breast. Then to your right ribs—not liver, just your ribs. Then, bringing my left glove up under your chin, and cradling the back of your head with my right, and, barring any meaningful resistance from you, searching your eyes, assuming they are still open… and lowering my lips to yours, wanting to taste your blood and saliva as I hold your body close to mine… before I proceed with finishing you off. Yt

22:19 Selene_boxer: Helpless in front of you--beat up good, and knowing you've earned the right...nipples rock hard as you grin, your red gloves smashing into my jaw, head snapping side to side---slumping against the ropes--struggling to stay on my feet as you slide your thigh between my legs--settling, letting you support me...Gasps of pain as your red glove sinks deep into my battered body...just enough time between the right uppercuts for me to feel it, anticipate the punch---see the way the sunlight glistens off your massive bicep, the red glove, before your fist sinks home again
22:24 Selene_boxer: Your hook smashes my bruised orb flat, my eyes tearing up from the pain...it's as much an ugly (or sexy) black and blue as my face…swollen badly...you've got me completely dominated by your hard punches, your skill....painting your thigh with hot essence as you pound on me...a bloody smile on my bruised face
22:26 Selene_boxer: as you lean on me, sweat slick torsos pressed together, your chest pressing my swollen breasts, hooks into my cheeks cracking my head more, making sure my face will bear the marks of this fight for a long time to come, the blows cutting my inner cheek as I taste the blood...mtc
22:31 Selene_boxer: Moaning softly in a mix of agony and ecstacy as you plaster my right breast--not what most would call pretty about now, and moaning louder...held up only by the ropes as you smash your red glove into my sore ribs...the agony incredible as you give me a respite...my eyes barely open as our lips meet, blood and sweat and saliva mingling...reduced to a human punching bag, destroyed by a bigger, stronger, tougher opponent...giving you a weak smile and nodding...a wordless invitation...yt

22:43 Joanna_Louvier: I see the look in your eyes, and I hold your head tenderly as I kiss you, my tongue eagerly exploring your mouth as we lock our lips together in a mutual, if antagonistic, expression of passion and desire. I want you, Selene. I also want to destroy you. After a few seconds more of kissing you passionately through our mouth guards, I push your head back, leaning you back over the ropes, I bend my knees, wrapping my right arm over your leg, my left around the small of your back, and lifting you up onto my waist. I walk you the rest of the way over to the corner, setting you down in a standing position there. Then I take each of your arms—once powerful, now limp—and hang them over the back of the top ropes, setting you up properly in the corner. I’m sure it’s no surprise to you. But I meant what I said, and I intend to make good on boasting. Taking another look at you as I step back, I blow a kiss with my left glove, then raise my arms once more.

22:50 Joanna_Louvier: I step in with my left foot, letting loose with a savage series of left and right hooks. LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT… snapping your head back and forth. Then, a hard jab at your forehead, then an even harder cross at your cheek. Stepping in between your legs now, my knees bent, I swivel on my hips and PLOW into your abdominals with an unrelenting series of uppercuts, absolutely pulverizing your guts, as I press my sweaty brow and shoulders into your sensitive, beet red tits. I go down on my right knee, whipping a right uppercut straight up into your pussy, standing back up to my full height and smashing an overhand left into your sweet mouth, before taking both of your cheeks in my hands, planting a big, wet, blood soaked kiss on your swollen, torn lips, and then, I turn my back to you…
22:52 Joanna_Louvier: But it’s not an ordinary turn. Stepping with my left foot, I relax my right arm, turning my body clockwise and WHIPPING the most powerful spinning backfist I have ever thrown into your right lower jaw, before returning my right foot to the rear position, and resetting my guard, seeing if that does the trick. Yt

23:00 Selene_boxer: Enjoying he kiss...but I know it's just a respite from the pain--heart racing at the touch of our lips...then feeling myself lifted up...so strong...so sexy--so viciously hot...needing my arms over the ropes to stay up, my black gloves--such a welcome birthday present...limp--my head slamming side to side like a tetherball as you beat my face in

23:03 Selene_boxer: the jab-cross spray more sweat and blood, battering me, rocking me---grunts of agony as your gloves sink into my smashed guts, barely able to breathe… only prevented from doubling over by your strong body against my chest.

23:06 Selene_boxer: I'm confused as you drop to your knee--then shriek in pain as your glove smashes into my pussy, shocking me back to some semblence of awareness, just in time for your fist to spread my lips across my face. Smile at the touch of your lips on mine… then you SPIN--not even trying to block, your fist SMASHES into my jaw, sending blood and my mouthpiece across the ring

23:08 Selene_boxer: the raw power sends me flyng to my left, and I crash limply onto my left side, then onto my back, swollen tits swaying from the impact, every inch of flesh black and blue, my right glove over the bottom rope, out cold, thoroughly beat and beat up yt

23:41 Joanna_Louvier: Completing the turn after administering the coup de grace, I look down at my thoroughly wrecked opponent. Your body looks incredible, covered in sweat, beaten black and blue, lying prone on your back, one arm dangling over the bottom rope. I don’t bother to count you out. You’re done. I untangle your arm from the bottom rope, then take a moment to get my own gloves off, spitting my own mouth guard out as I do. I check in with my body… pretty bruised and beat up all over, my left eye smashed and swollen, some dried blood from the cut you opened over it… You are utterly destroyed. You’re breathing, but you look like you might be out for a while. I come down to my knees next to you and check you out, noting that I snapped your head back and forth quite a bit, and you fell sideways, so checking for any signs of neck injuries. I’m not a medical professional, but I know what to look for. You look like you’re going to be ok. I smile, and plant a kiss on your bruised left cheek.

23:44 Selene_boxer: MMMMmmmmmmmmmm lying on the grass, out cold for a bit...eyes slowly flutter open, and I breathe, "Happy Birthday," and turn my head slightly, looking to meet your kiss with my lips...beaten to a pulp, yet still smiling

23:47 Joanna_Louvier: “Happy birthday, sleepyhead,” I coo back to you, hovering over your tenderized frame so my bare breasts brush against your skin, kissing you back, happy to see my strong, tough, but thoroughly beaten opponent returned to me, so soon. “I love the new gloves, by the way. They worked like a charm.” ;)

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Published: 2022-10-03, viewed 84 times.