Abby was stretched out on the gurney completely unconscious. Still wearing her black tank-top and tight shorts, she slept peacefully, her eyes shut and her head turned toward Miki and Ron who stood over her.
“What happened?” Miki asked urgently. The gym doctor, standing next to Ron, was trying to revive the slumbering captain of the women’s boxing team with limited success. Abby let out an irregular soft moan.
“Who did this?” Ron asked, admiring the beaten girl boxer’s body prone before him.
“That asshole in the ring!” The doctor pointed at an extremely fit, middle aged man with graying hair. Two attractive blondes were attending him, one toweling the sweat off his chest and back and the other untying his boxing gloves.
“Who is that?” Miki asked, suddenly fascinated.
“Mike Crane, a multi millionaire alumnus of Mitchell University, interested in the boxing teams,” the doctor explained. A long sigh sprouted from Abby’s lips. Her head began to move slowly. “He knocked out Abby a few minutes ago in a match.”
Crane whispered in the ear of the blonde who removed his gloves and pointed to the back office. He then left the ring as the blonde approached Miki and Ron.
“Miki Huang?” the blonde asked.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Crane would like to see you in the team captain’s office.” The blonde’s eyes dismissively took in the semi-conscious Abby. “As your captain is incapacitated.”
Miki looked down at Abby and then at Ron. “I’ll see what this jerk wants!”
Crane had already changed into street clothes when Miki walked in.
“Miss Huang, I’m Michael Crane,” he began, clasping Miki’s hand firmly.
“I heard.” Miki answered.
“I graduated from Mitchell awhile ago and I endow sports teams here at my alma matter. I want to help out the boxing program its always been the sport I excel at.”
Miki nodded, looking over the older man, entranced by his muscular build and penetrating eyes. “You knocked out Abby.”
“I was interviewing her about an endowment for the women’s boxing team from my foundation. I challenged her to a match.” Crane threw two punches in the air by Miki’s face. Her eyes followed the fists slavishly. “Wham! Pow! She was out like a light!”
Excitement hiccupped in Miki.
“Does Abby have a lot of boyfriends?”
Miki was startled by the question.
“Why?”
“You know, too much sex softens a fighter,” said Crane. “That guy I saw you with outside? Is he your steady?”
“No.” Miki lied flatly.
Crane was now inches from the girl, peering wolfishly at her. “You have a lot of boyfriends, don’t you Miki?”
“No…just…”
“Do you have a glass jaw like Abby does?” Crane interrupted. “I think you do.”
“I…”
“I could probably put you to sleep early in the second round, don’t you think, Miki?”
“Yeah…”
“We’d be going pretty good, throwing lots of leather and then you’d never know what hit you! Pow! I put one on your kisser!”
“Do..n’t…” Miki mumbled passively as Crane took her in his arms and kissed her. “No..dough..n’t…”
WAP!!
Crane’s left popped Miki’s chin sharply to the right. Her body followed and her feet slipped on the floor. Miki sank into Crane’s arms. It was pleasing to be in his embrace and Mike eased into sleep.
Light seeped through Miki’s opening eyes and filled her head. Lifting her heavy arms, Miki discovered she was wearing a pair of light blue boxing gloves and black and white athletic outfit.
“How did I…ohhh!”
A flash of pain throbbed in Miki’s face as she realized she was seated in the corner of a boxing ring.
“Miss Miki is awake. You do have a glass jaw.”
Miki glared up and saw Crane standing in front of her in boxing gear. “How did I get here!?” Miki yelled, even as her eyes fixed on his bare chest and arms.
“I knocked you cold and brought you here to my personal gym. I thought you’d like to box.”
“How did I get in these…?”
“I changed you into them while you were in dreamland,” Crane explained off handedly. “You didn’t object!”
Rage lifted Miki out of her chair. "Does anyone know I'm here?"
"Sure Miki, while I was carrying you out the front door over my shoulder, I stopped to tell Ron I was borrowing you for the day."
Miki swung at Crane, who pushed the fist away. With a deft shove, he landed Miki ass-first in the chair.
"I see you're ready," Crane said, walking back to his corner. "I'll set the automatic timer."
Miki stalked after Crane. Their moves were a dance, with Crane leading by constantly retreating and Miki pursuing. The college girl used her shorter stature against Crane, landing her punches beneath his raised fists, hiting his midesection and a few times, his head. Crane would flinch or "ooofff" at the hardest impacts, giving Miki the satisfaction of inflicting pain.
"You're better at this than Abby," Crane teasec Miki. "i had her down for the count by now."
"You'll know what that's like in minute!" Miki replied.
"Oh really, Miki? Is that a promise or a threat?"
"A promise!"
Mikie swung at Crane's temple. Crane pushed aaway the incoming fist and pummeleld Miki's gut. Air geysered from Miki's lungs as she jerked backwards from the force of the punch.
Grinning with satisfaction, Crane in one seamless motion, pinned Miki's right foot with his own and tagged Miki on her chin with a right upper cut. The punch stung the boxer girl and she tried to pull back, but Crane held her in place. Two more blow rained down on Miki before her brain told her why she couldn't escape. She vigoursly pulled her foot back, but it barely budged under the pressure of Crane's foot. Crane had a rush of familiar joyous pleasure when he slugged Miki's chin a second time, setting her foor free as he connected.
Vision spinning and a whistling in her ears, Miki spilled away from her opponent. When Miki halted near the ropes, Crane delivered a painful left to Miki's head that instantly put the girl in a ko daze.
Reality moved for Miki like a movie in slow motion. She barely raised her arms in time for Crane to grab them and spin the girl 180 degrees to the center of the ring.
Miki giggled happily until Crane's right hook hit her jaw. Darkness closed around the girl and she felt relaxation sweep over her body. Miki sagged toward the canvas.
Crane slipped his left glove under Miki's chin, proping up the semi-conscious boxer.
"You are done, Miki," Crane told her, checking the young girl's glassy eyes. "Now hold still, I'm going to knock you....out!"
Miki speculated on why anyone so strong and handsome would hit her again. She was just about unconscious and she badly wanted to make love to Crane.
BAM!!
The exhileration of flight raced through Miki as her feet lifted off the canvas. As she reached the stratosphere of velvety darkness, a billion multi colored stars sparkled. A harsh orgasm wracked her body and Miki landed on the canvas with a bone rattling "THUD!"
"Ron..." she whispered quietly and Miki was out cold.
"Like a Virgin" played in Miki's slumbering brain as she dreamt she was floating in clouds of pleasure and contentment. Crane and other men made love to her, but Ron appeared at the end and took her, making her feel shinny and new.
Crane counted Miki out as he removed his gloves and pulled on a T-shirt.
"You're out honey," Crane said to Miki. "And you're mine!"
With a digital camera, Crane memoralized Miki's defeat. As he carefully lifted Miki and laid her across his shoulder, the girl murmured "Ron...?" dreamily.
"No, honey pot, someone even better."
Crane carried the limp girl out of the ring and to his fire red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the gym. He eased Miki into the passanger seat.
When Miki came to, she was laying on a large, comfortable bed, located in the center of a spacious, sun lit room.
"Nap time over, sleeping beauty?" Crane had stepped into the room from the terrace that opened out to a green moutain range.
"Where am I?" Miki groaned.
"This is one of the guest rooms of my summer home,' Crane explained, sitting next to Miki on the bed. "Did you enjoy our match up?"
Miki hesitated, embarased by the truth. "Yes...I did."
Responding to the signal, Crane leaned in and kissed Miki.
"Yes," she repeated, rapidly becoming excited at Crane's touch. "Yes, I did!"
“What happened?” Miki asked urgently. The gym doctor, standing next to Ron, was trying to revive the slumbering captain of the women’s boxing team with limited success. Abby let out an irregular soft moan.
“Who did this?” Ron asked, admiring the beaten girl boxer’s body prone before him.
“That asshole in the ring!” The doctor pointed at an extremely fit, middle aged man with graying hair. Two attractive blondes were attending him, one toweling the sweat off his chest and back and the other untying his boxing gloves.
“Who is that?” Miki asked, suddenly fascinated.
“Mike Crane, a multi millionaire alumnus of Mitchell University, interested in the boxing teams,” the doctor explained. A long sigh sprouted from Abby’s lips. Her head began to move slowly. “He knocked out Abby a few minutes ago in a match.”
Crane whispered in the ear of the blonde who removed his gloves and pointed to the back office. He then left the ring as the blonde approached Miki and Ron.
“Miki Huang?” the blonde asked.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Crane would like to see you in the team captain’s office.” The blonde’s eyes dismissively took in the semi-conscious Abby. “As your captain is incapacitated.”
Miki looked down at Abby and then at Ron. “I’ll see what this jerk wants!”
Crane had already changed into street clothes when Miki walked in.
“Miss Huang, I’m Michael Crane,” he began, clasping Miki’s hand firmly.
“I heard.” Miki answered.
“I graduated from Mitchell awhile ago and I endow sports teams here at my alma matter. I want to help out the boxing program its always been the sport I excel at.”
Miki nodded, looking over the older man, entranced by his muscular build and penetrating eyes. “You knocked out Abby.”
“I was interviewing her about an endowment for the women’s boxing team from my foundation. I challenged her to a match.” Crane threw two punches in the air by Miki’s face. Her eyes followed the fists slavishly. “Wham! Pow! She was out like a light!”
Excitement hiccupped in Miki.
“Does Abby have a lot of boyfriends?”
Miki was startled by the question.
“Why?”
“You know, too much sex softens a fighter,” said Crane. “That guy I saw you with outside? Is he your steady?”
“No.” Miki lied flatly.
Crane was now inches from the girl, peering wolfishly at her. “You have a lot of boyfriends, don’t you Miki?”
“No…just…”
“Do you have a glass jaw like Abby does?” Crane interrupted. “I think you do.”
“I…”
“I could probably put you to sleep early in the second round, don’t you think, Miki?”
“Yeah…”
“We’d be going pretty good, throwing lots of leather and then you’d never know what hit you! Pow! I put one on your kisser!”
“Do..n’t…” Miki mumbled passively as Crane took her in his arms and kissed her. “No..dough..n’t…”
WAP!!
Crane’s left popped Miki’s chin sharply to the right. Her body followed and her feet slipped on the floor. Miki sank into Crane’s arms. It was pleasing to be in his embrace and Mike eased into sleep.
Light seeped through Miki’s opening eyes and filled her head. Lifting her heavy arms, Miki discovered she was wearing a pair of light blue boxing gloves and black and white athletic outfit.
“How did I…ohhh!”
A flash of pain throbbed in Miki’s face as she realized she was seated in the corner of a boxing ring.
“Miss Miki is awake. You do have a glass jaw.”
Miki glared up and saw Crane standing in front of her in boxing gear. “How did I get here!?” Miki yelled, even as her eyes fixed on his bare chest and arms.
“I knocked you cold and brought you here to my personal gym. I thought you’d like to box.”
“How did I get in these…?”
“I changed you into them while you were in dreamland,” Crane explained off handedly. “You didn’t object!”
Rage lifted Miki out of her chair. "Does anyone know I'm here?"
"Sure Miki, while I was carrying you out the front door over my shoulder, I stopped to tell Ron I was borrowing you for the day."
Miki swung at Crane, who pushed the fist away. With a deft shove, he landed Miki ass-first in the chair.
"I see you're ready," Crane said, walking back to his corner. "I'll set the automatic timer."
Miki stalked after Crane. Their moves were a dance, with Crane leading by constantly retreating and Miki pursuing. The college girl used her shorter stature against Crane, landing her punches beneath his raised fists, hiting his midesection and a few times, his head. Crane would flinch or "ooofff" at the hardest impacts, giving Miki the satisfaction of inflicting pain.
"You're better at this than Abby," Crane teasec Miki. "i had her down for the count by now."
"You'll know what that's like in minute!" Miki replied.
"Oh really, Miki? Is that a promise or a threat?"
"A promise!"
Mikie swung at Crane's temple. Crane pushed aaway the incoming fist and pummeleld Miki's gut. Air geysered from Miki's lungs as she jerked backwards from the force of the punch.
Grinning with satisfaction, Crane in one seamless motion, pinned Miki's right foot with his own and tagged Miki on her chin with a right upper cut. The punch stung the boxer girl and she tried to pull back, but Crane held her in place. Two more blow rained down on Miki before her brain told her why she couldn't escape. She vigoursly pulled her foot back, but it barely budged under the pressure of Crane's foot. Crane had a rush of familiar joyous pleasure when he slugged Miki's chin a second time, setting her foor free as he connected.
Vision spinning and a whistling in her ears, Miki spilled away from her opponent. When Miki halted near the ropes, Crane delivered a painful left to Miki's head that instantly put the girl in a ko daze.
Reality moved for Miki like a movie in slow motion. She barely raised her arms in time for Crane to grab them and spin the girl 180 degrees to the center of the ring.
Miki giggled happily until Crane's right hook hit her jaw. Darkness closed around the girl and she felt relaxation sweep over her body. Miki sagged toward the canvas.
Crane slipped his left glove under Miki's chin, proping up the semi-conscious boxer.
"You are done, Miki," Crane told her, checking the young girl's glassy eyes. "Now hold still, I'm going to knock you....out!"
Miki speculated on why anyone so strong and handsome would hit her again. She was just about unconscious and she badly wanted to make love to Crane.
BAM!!
The exhileration of flight raced through Miki as her feet lifted off the canvas. As she reached the stratosphere of velvety darkness, a billion multi colored stars sparkled. A harsh orgasm wracked her body and Miki landed on the canvas with a bone rattling "THUD!"
"Ron..." she whispered quietly and Miki was out cold.
"Like a Virgin" played in Miki's slumbering brain as she dreamt she was floating in clouds of pleasure and contentment. Crane and other men made love to her, but Ron appeared at the end and took her, making her feel shinny and new.
Crane counted Miki out as he removed his gloves and pulled on a T-shirt.
"You're out honey," Crane said to Miki. "And you're mine!"
With a digital camera, Crane memoralized Miki's defeat. As he carefully lifted Miki and laid her across his shoulder, the girl murmured "Ron...?" dreamily.
"No, honey pot, someone even better."
Crane carried the limp girl out of the ring and to his fire red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the gym. He eased Miki into the passanger seat.
When Miki came to, she was laying on a large, comfortable bed, located in the center of a spacious, sun lit room.
"Nap time over, sleeping beauty?" Crane had stepped into the room from the terrace that opened out to a green moutain range.
"Where am I?" Miki groaned.
"This is one of the guest rooms of my summer home,' Crane explained, sitting next to Miki on the bed. "Did you enjoy our match up?"
Miki hesitated, embarased by the truth. "Yes...I did."
Responding to the signal, Crane leaned in and kissed Miki.
"Yes," she repeated, rapidly becoming excited at Crane's touch. "Yes, I did!"
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