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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... to put her on the ground instantly. She'd played this scenario in her mind hundreds, no, thousands of times. Her right was deadly in all bouts she'd had, whether a right cross or even just her low kicks to the thigh dropping an unprepared opponent. This woman wasn't ready. Jane launched a deadly leading left jab at Mona's face and prepared to plant her feet, crouch down, and launch a straight punch to the stomach for a quick finish.

Mona slipped the jab, stepping into her opponent. Jane and Mona's eyes were inches apart--Jane was stunned by this agility. Her side exploded in pain and she stumbled back a few steps to recover. A gazelle punch directly to her liver would've dropped her if she wasn't bracing at the last instant. "Holy shit," Jane grunted, "Chet really knows how to pick 'em." Mona was no professional, no trained warrior, and certainly no criminal. Jane saw in her eyes a calm certainty, completely unlike the wild frenzy Mona saw in Jane's. Jane was a monster, but Mona was just a talented hobbyist.

Jane ogled the nude woman before her. She drank in the pale skin, almost luminescent in the light. This Mona had big tits, but hers were bigger. Same with the butt, Jane scowled, cocking her head to check out the women's side profile a bit. She stooped down, unimpressed by the thigh gap. It existed, sure, but Jane's was a tight, hot triangle. This bitch's was unshapely and a little too big--not enough meat for her man. Why the fuck did Chet leave her?

Mona ...

... reached up to remove the gag, and Jane surged forward. Now that she knew the woman's skill, she wouldn't underestimate her. A flurry of jabs put Mona onto defensive footwork, unprepared for the quick low kick to her forward leg. Mona grunted in pain, like her thigh had been blasted by a baseball bat. She was delayed, her movement a bit sluggish, and Jane used this window. A violent punch was thrust into Mona's face, and Mona narrowly dodged. This was the plan--she couldn't dodge what came next: Jane sent a killer right punch into Mona's exposed left breast. The fist crushed her soft fat against her ribs, knocking the wind out of Mona.

Mona collapsed, gasping for breath. The gag made this process slow, mostly from the discomfort rather than any true obstruction. She looked up to see Jane upon her, wrapping a tether cord around her hands. Mona wriggled free, and saw her right hand was secured by a masterfully tied knot. She clutched her boob, its pain radiating across her torso in gut-wrenching pulses. Jane had recovered from the similarly painful liver blow dealt prior. Jane tugged the cord, pulling Mona to her, and rocketed out a side kick at Mona's belly. Mona knew she was weakened and couldn't dodge, and prepared instead a counterattack. She launched a wild roundhouse. It shouldn't have worked--but the surprise of it overtook Jane. The two women simultaneously struck.

Jane's chest took the kick--both her breasts met Mona's leg. This bad angle made Jane's attack off-target, ...