Catgirl Got Me

Catgirl had threatened to knock me out for awhile.
"No matter where you go, honey, or where you run," she told me. "I'm going to clobber you!"
Catgirl gave me a long, very sexual kiss. "And you'll never know when to expect it!"
And then she was gone.
This was how Catgirl showed affection to a male. Most of her victims reported catching a tranq dart in the neck or a sap from behind. But if she thought you were special, you were taken by direct assault. As I learned, she was really smitten with me.
After a few weeks of recieving from Catgirl Valentine cards, roses and an emailed erotic cartoon of a male boxer unconscious on a bed with a woman standing in triumph over him, it happened.
Catgirl was waiting in my livingroom when I came home from work.
"Hello, lover, you ready?"
Catgirl was tall and fit in her jet black body suit, complete with cat's ears cowl. I stood speechless, hypnotized like a small animal entranced by a cobra by her evil smile and the black boxing gloves she was wearing .
"You like these, don't you?" Catgirl purred seductively, holding up her gloved hands. "I know what kind of man you are...boxing gloves on a woman give you a stiffy! Especially if you know she's going to use them to knock you out cold!" We embraced and kissed. "Especially if you know...she loves you..."
My heart raced, I could barely breath. Catgirl flicked off the light in the room and pressed her lips to my ear, whispering in a voice as slow and smooth as honey: "Sweet dreams..."
Hard, brutal punches fell all over my head and body. Stars exploded and pinwheeled everywhere. When the lights came back on, I stood in a KO daze, wanting very badly to make love to Catgirl but I was way too groggy to move.
Then I passed out, dropping into Catgirl's welcoming arms.
For ten minutes, I dreamed I was having a three-way with Catgirl and a tall blond I knew named Allison, who had an ample chest and fine, long legs. Both women wore nothing but those eye masks a dom might wear.
I regained consciousness laying on my own bed. Just like in my dream, Catgirl wore nothing but her cat mask. We fucked all night long.
The next morning, Catgirl knocked me out with a breast smoother and carried me back to her secret lair.

Gentleman Johnny Meets His Match

John Gowan, professional thief employed by the Sisterhood of Evil, was best known as "Gentleman Johnny."
Executing free lance assignments for the all female crime syndicate Johnny often tangled with agents of Justice Force. In dealing with the operatives of this all female crime fighting organization, he did the best he could to live up to his nickname.
Skilled in stealth tactics, Gentleman Johnny used tranq darts when he could to subdue the opposition. If he encountered a new Justice Force agent, he would apply a neck pinch, easing the newbie crime fighter to the ground as she rapidly lost consciousness.
He took off the kid gloves for the seasoned pros such as Agent Miki and Lady Puma. All they felt was the black jack striking the back of their heads and then nothing for the next few hours. If the victim didn't wear a cowl like BAtgirl did, Gentleman Johnny dispacthed them with a neck chop.
Johnny couldn't always be a complete gentleman, but he did the best he could. To that end, he always left a thornless, long stemmed red rose with each of his victims, inserted lovingly in their always ample cleavage.

One time Justice Force tried to throw Gentleman Johnny a curve ball. Learning of his plan to rob the safe at First Gotham Bank, 20 agents were dispatched to thwart his scheme. Seeing the trap laid for him, Johnny instead flooded the safe room with knockout gas. In minutes, all the Justice Force agents were slumbering.
When the gas dissapated, Johnny deposited a rose with each felled bauty and withdrew everything of value from the safe.
As he made for the exit, Gentleman Johnny glimpsed  Sonia Turgenev, known as Tiger Girl, a veteran member of Justice Force. He was utterly enthralled seeing how Sonia appeared to be kissing the red petals of the rose he placed between her tits.

Sonia recalled the sensation of lips pressing against her own even though shwas compeltely out of it. A week later she ran the security footage of the agents being gased. When she saw she was the only one to get a kiss from Johnny along with the rose, a joly racked her. Sonia fell in love with Gentleman Johnny and she vowed to end his career in crime for good.

Johnny was just as throughly in love with Sonia. He found keeping company with female law breakers, over the long term, was emotionally frustrating. He had had flings with members of the Sisterhood, culminating in a long affair with Gwen from the Seduce and Subdue section, before Gwen deserted him for another freelance thief, Max Haig.
His other partners were even more troubling than the flighty Gwen. Sisterhood members were sexually promiscous to a level that disturbed even Gentleman Johnny who was pretty easy going in these matters. And, when in the throes of orgasm, lady Seda screamed "Jennie! Jennie! Go slow like daddy taught you!!" in his face, Johnny knew these women were not stable partners for intimacy.
Sonia and Gentleman Johnny met in one of the private boxing rings he reserved at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Announcing her intention to terminate Johnny life of crime, she challenged him to a match, with the stipulation  that if Johnny were to lose the match, he would fight crime with Justice Force. He accepted.
The sight of Sonia waiting for him in the ring enthralled Gentleman Johnny. She wore blue boxing gloves that matched her clingy, suggestive blue trunks. The white sports bra showed lots of skin. Sonia wanted to make sure Johnny noticed she was a woman.
"I just know you're going to knockme out, Johnny!" Sonia purred as she struted toward Johnny, banging her blue boxing gloves together.Her smile showed her glimmering canines. "I just know it!"
"You...do..?"
"Yep!" Sonia declared precisely. "Guess how I know?"
"How?"
"Because as a man youre so...big!"
Sonai wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Gentleman Johnny into a long, passionate kiss. "Oh yeah, Johnny, you're gonna LAY me out! But before you do...?"
Guiding her lover's hand between her thighs, Sonia laughed tenderly. "My friend...Kitty...has something she needs to tell you..."
 "What?" Johnny stammered. Sonia sighed as her lover began stroking her pussy. Their lips fell into a second kiss. "That..that she's going to knock you the fuck out!"
WHAP!
The punch put Johhny in a KO daze. He stood gaping at Sonia's tits as if he were in a dream. His body made an arch as he fell to the canvas.
Sonia rolled the unconscious thief on his back, pulled down his trunks and began stroking his rock hard erection. "I own you, Johnny!"
"Are you in love, Sonia?"
It was the voice of Agent Miki, holstering the tranq gun she brought in case Johnny won the match. Miki leaned on the ropes.
"I am, heart and soul!"
"He's not going to change, Sonia. Gentleman Johnny has crime in his DNA."
Sonai pulled his trunks back up and hefted Johnny over her shoulder. "Don't underestimate the persuasive power of our friend, Kitty!"

Female Celebrities I Want to Fight - Part One

I know I'm not the only one with this fetish: there are a number of celebrities, singers and actresses, I want to climb in the ring with.
In most of my fantasies, I lose by a knockout to these women, laying on my back, stretched out on the canvas, dreaming erotically of the girl that put me there. In a few cases, I am the one who sends my opponent to dreamland.
All these fanyasies are psyhic reactions to the sexuality projected by these women and the level of aggression or passavicity they display as part of their image.
There are more than a few women who I want to knock me out in combat. Aomng them are Kerry Washington, Pamela Anderson, Janet Jackson, Samantha Fox, Paris Hilton and Beyonce Knowles. But my biggest thrill comes from a match with Madonna.
I never really paid much attention to Madonna when she first appeared, except when the media, television espeicially,  forced her on us. I didn't then and do not now think she is a very talented singer and most of her movies  in range in quality from acceptable to horrible.
But when the 2000s arrived, she started seeming more attractive to me. Her new, atheletic appearance was one that I have always liked on women and she also did a series of retro boxing and wrestling pictures I loved. Madonna had changed into a suburban PTA mom.
Boxing is what Madonna and I would do most of the time, but sometimes we wrestle. In both cases, it all concludes with me unconscious either from a sleeper hold or a knockout punch.
The wrestling scenarios are usually brief. Almost instantly Madonna slaps a standing sleeper hold on me. I struggle to pull her arms from my neck, but it's useless. When she sees I am starting to fade, knees buckling and arms flopping at my sides, Madonna eases me into a sitting position.
"Hey lover boy, what's wrong?! " she whispers tauntingly in my ear. "Getting sleepy? Eyes getting heavy?"
I make one more futile pull at her arms coiled around my throat and then give in. The ring, the gym we're in and reality itself starts getting dark around the edges.
"My tits are gonna be your pillows in a second, lover!" Madonna says with mocking affection. "Anything to tell me before you go to sleep?"
I moan softly, nearly out of it.
"Okay then, say 'Night-Night' !"
Madonna's bicepts clinch tighter and my lights go out.
She deposits me on the canvas,pining me for a three count. After declaring "You're Out!" she leaves a loving kiss on my lips and struts out of the ring.
The boxing story is more ritualized. I am challenging Madonna for her title as Intergender Boxing World Champion. All her previous opponents have gone down to KO defeats and Madonna has promised I will be no different.
In front of a cheering crowd of all female spectators, Madonna and I go at it. Early on I hold my own, landing some good punches. But Madonna takes all I hand out. She is a confident, disciplined and skilled fighter waiting for the right moment.
The right moment arrives in round four. Madonna has been asserting herself, wearing me down, pounding away at me. And I'm starting to fall in love with her because I'm turned on by a strong, buff woman in boxing gear.
In the next round, the audience and Madonna can see I'm ready to go. The crowd is urging her to finish me off, to knock me out.
"Ready to go to bed, little boy?" Madonna asks me between punches. "Get ready to say good night!"
 With each punch I take, I can feel the knockout coming closer and closer.
Then the beating stops. I stand in the center of the ring, seeing stars, horny for Madonna. She smiles, kisses the glove and pulls it back behind her head.
"Sweet dreams, lover!" Madonna whispers seductively.
I see her glove hurtling in my face.
BAM!!
Stars are everywhere and I'm out cold for the ten count.
As in the wrestling match, Madonna kisses me lovingly after my defeat is declared and then struts around the ring in triumph.
Two beautiful Asian women in bikinis enter the ring, load me onto a gurney and carry me out of the ring, a circus tent pitched in the front of my truncks.