Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 4 - The Fight: Round Two
Your team of coaches and seconds swarm around you as you sit slumped in your corner. After the ordeal of round one, there is serious doubt about whether you will be able to hold your arms up, and continue with the fight. Your seconds desperately try to massage the feeling back into your battered limbs, moving your joints in small circles, trying to loosen you up. While they work on your broken body, your coaches rattle off advice, vainly trying to get your head back in the fight.
You don't notice any of it. -Haha- In my corner, I'm posing suggestively, while my team gently pours little streams of water down my steamy curves. You look so cute with that dreamy look on your face. I can't help but smirk as you watch the droplets roll down the pronounced curves of my body.
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, when one of the girls on my team sneaks up behind me, gives you a naughty grin, and then grabs both of my large breasts from underneath my arms. I look over my shoulder and smile at her indulgently. She stares you down, and brandishes my amazing bust at you, two deadly weapons in her small hands. You gasp, as she starts bouncing each of them up and down, in opposite directions. You look on spellbound. You're so achingly stiff, the fabric of your shorts look like it could tear apart with just a mere twitch. I give you a wry smile, as me, and the naughty girl behind me continue frying your sex-addled brain with the hypnotic sight of my big breasts, dancing up and down... up and down. You start humping the air in front of you, and my whole team bursts out laughing. If you could only lift your arms, you'd probably try to jerk off right into your boxing gloves! -Heehee-
Up until now, your coaches have been able to hide their own discomfort at what I've been doing to you, but when they look over and see what's gotten you so worked up, they fall silent. All pretense of professionalism shatters, as all you boys just stare, completely mesmerized. -Hahaha- Boys really are too easy!
-Ding Ding- The bell rings for round two, and you painfully make your way to the center of the ring. I am there waiting, bouncing from foot to foot, a smile on my pretty face, fresh as a daisy. Your arms tremble wildly, but with a herculean effort you manage to bring your fists up. There's a cheer from the small group of men in the audience still brave enough to openly root for you.
Honestly, I'm impressed by your determination. I know exactly what I did to those big arms of yours, and the perseverance it takes for a man to raise them again, after having only a minute or two to recover, is astonishing. I can see why you're the champ. Sadly for you, all that willpower, and all that bravery, won't do you much good. We both know I've weakened you in ways it will take weeks, or months, to recover from. Still your courage is enough to make even me want to take pity on you...
"Hey big boy," I say in a voice quiet enough for just you and me to hear. "Why don't you, give up? Forfeit now, and I will go easy on you in the after-show."
You look at me and your brows furrow. You look from side to side, and then down at your fists... you sigh, pause, and then gently shake your head "no", and start walking towards me. The look of determination on your handsome face, would inspire any athlete dreaming of greatness. Get ready to have that last pretense of heroism destroyed. You had your chance, and you blew it. I am going to absolutely crush any semblance of dignity you have left into powder.
As you come nearer, I raise my guard high, protecting my face, but leaving my midriff completely exposed. You see your opening and try to hit me with a body blow. You wince, my body feels like iron, and your tortured arms ache at the impact. Still you try another couple of agonizing punches, and you have to step back, breathing heavily as your poor arms throb in pain. It doesn't even look like your punches have left a mark. I stand there smirking, an eyebrow arched, completely unfazed. Then, I answer your attack with a vicious combo of punches. Swatting your arms away, I break through your defenses almost immediately. I work over your body, until your doubled over in pain. You feel your knees getting weaker, and manage to groan out the words, "finish it!", but I step away. You look at me with your eyes wide and your mouth agape.
I hold my arms open wide, beckoning you to hit me with the best you've got. You swing for my face, trying to take my head off my body, but your punches are slow now, and I am able to dodge these without even taking a step. I gracefully make little snakelike movements. You look more and more pathetic as your fists clumsily careen away from me. I step in close, and you try aiming for my body again your arms held low, and once again you feel shocks of pain ripping through your arms as you ineffectually, pat my toned body, with your big fists. I answer with another flurry of punches, and all you can do is fall forward and drape your arms around me, trying to lock me up with the sheer weight of your body. It's really the only move you have left. The sight of the champ resorting to this tactic with a petite, sexy woman like me, will linger uncomfortably in the psyche of many a male fight fan for years to come.
