Cruel Summer

The late August sun flooded through the windows of the Amazonia Boxing Club, where Adrienne worked out. Most of the membership had left town on vacation, leaving behind people like Adrienne, who was on call as an emergency room doctor. Being independent in nature, the situation didn't bother Adrienne, who enjoyed the solitude, the heat and working the heavy bag.
At the beginning of the month, she had begun a fling with Rex, another exile at the Amazonia. They had had two sparring matches. Adrienne was always aroused by a skilled male fighter who hit hard, so she quickly angled Rex into bed. Adrienne wasn't in love, but she liked Rex a lot. He was single, like her, a very satisfying fuck and liked the same movies, bars and restaurants as she did.  He was nice to be around.
When the compulsion to knock her lover out swept over her one afternoon, Adrienne couldn't explain it to herself. In the spare moments she had at Lincoln ICU, Adrienne daydreamed about how she could do it. Quickly, she decided a punch, preferably gloved up in the ring, would be the way. Adrienne knew she was experienced and strong enough to make KO happen and figured how to make the punch look accidental. In previous matches at the Amazonia, she made men sleep on the canvas. Recovery from Adrienne's KOs took some time, one victim was two weeks healing. That kind of condition didn't leave a man horny for sex with the woman who hospitalized him.
Rex might not want to fuck after I lay him out for the count, she thought and became very nervous.
But the desire kept nagging. Maybe, Adrienne thought, I could just tell Rex what I want?
"Rex, I want to ask you something."
"Sure."
Rex was face down on Adrienne's flat, toned mid section, kissing his way slowly to the valley of her breasts. They were both enjoying the after glow of orgasm.
"Can I knock you out?"
Rex let out a laugh. "What? You want to fuck in a boxing ring now?"
"No. I mean in a boxing match. You know...hit you so hard you go out cold..."
"Why do you want to do that?"
"I don't know..I just want to, really bad!"
Rex looked up from kissing her right nipple. "You want to end this, Adrienne?"
"No!" She sat up excited. "No! It would make the sex better...I just want to conquer you...honey....!"
"Just so we're clear...we get in the ring for a real match and you put me out and when I get out of the hospital, we go back to what we have?"
"Exactly!"
The tone of certainty in Adrienne's voice reminded Rex of what a friend had told him in college, "Give a woman cock and they go crazy! They just go completely nuts!" The last time he checked, a year ago, his friend was still married to the woman he was talking about.
Rex agreed.

They  reserved a private ring at the Amazonia just before Labor Day.
Instead of her regular shorts, Adrienne was wearing white and blue foxy boxing trunks. Rex was amazed how the change of outfit made Adrienne look like a slut.
"Hey," he asked her as they stood in the ring. "What if I knock you out?"
"It'll be okay. I expect you to try."
Yep, completely nuts, Rex thought. They both touched gloves.
The barely controlled craving to batter her lover senseless made Adrienne want to deliver the knockout as soon as she could. In previous mixed matches, she flattened her opponents with no warning. So Adrienne kept after Rex, working to corral him in a corner or against the ropes. When Adrienne fixed him in place, she began taunting him with increasing excitement.
"Let's see what kind you are!" she shouted. "The kind that needs to lose!"
Exhaustion made Rex's limbs heavy. He searched for an escape, but the was trapped.
A soaring right went through his arms, colliding with his chin. When Adrienne saw his eyes roll in their sockets, she knew the fight was over and Rex had gone to dreamland.
The warrioress staggered back, watching Rex go lifeless and spin heavily to the canvas. A sharp orgasm shattered her being and she fell on the ropes, glaring at the fallen boxer.
For a minute, her legs were wobbly and she swallowed air in large, loud gulps. Between breaths, she told Rex that he was "Fucking knocked out!"
With slow steps like a drunk, singing "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama, she went to Rex and straddled him, sitting on his chest.
Her right fist went back in the air above Rex's head.  "Thought if you just fucked me enough, I'd be yours!? Your slave!"
BAM!
The force of the punch jerked Rex's skull to the left.
"Oh Rex, I love your dick! Fuck me as much as you can!" she yelled,imitating a love sick girl.
Adrienne's left fist dropped on Rex, a low moan coming from his lips. Adrienne had done enough to knock Rex out for awhile.
Pulling off her gloves, Adrienne shimmed down her lover's body and pulled away his boxing trunks. First, she rubbed his erection on the side of her mouth and then kissed it. For two minutes, Adrienne rapidly master bated the unconscious boxer until he came all over himself. Pulling his trunks back up, Adrienne dragged Rex to his corner and carefully sat him in his corner.
"Hey! Wake up!" she said, loudly, slapping his face. Rex stirred and then his eyes opened. His skull was bruised and he heard ringing, but he also felt the bliss of coitus.

La Ninata

Britney Perez punched above her weight, so occasionally she got decked. Her nickname at the Amazonia Boxing Club was "La Ninata," because she was short and despite being 26, had retained her girlish appearance, but mostly because she was so antagonistic in the ring. Her best fights were against women her own height, Like Desiree and Desiree's girlfriend, May.
"I knocked both of those concha's out cold!" Britney told a then boyfriend and the statement was accurate. Both challengers ended their match asleep on the canvas.
Against male opponents, Britney usually held her own. She punched out a few guys who could not look away from her dusky beauty and ample tits. Most of the other mixed matches were won on points, but Will knocked Britney out cold in round five. The loss did not discourage Britney, who seduced Will a week after the fight.
The sensation of being taken by a man never happened to "La Ninata" until she encountered Marcus Apted.
Unti recently, Apted had slept with any woman he could charm the pants off of. Now he was joined romantically and professionally to Paula, his assistant in high end burglary. Paula had thrived under Apted's mentoring and was a skilled scout for wealthy targets. She was also very committed to their personal relationship. Apted would fuck another woman when Paula was out of town scouting, but these were flings. He knew he had a lucrative partnership and wasn't going to damage it.

The fight between Britney and Apted was brief, but stimulating for both participants. Britney delivered her challenge to Apted when Paula was not around, which peaked Apted's interest.
Britney hit hard and moved fast, as previous male opponents informed Apted. But he was taller ans stronger and eventually began to dominate.
At the bell for round four, they came out quickly. Britney's eyes, alive with aggression and arousal, walked into Apted's right as it arched out in a looping round house.
La Ninata only heard the explosion of leather smacking her jaw. Flashing lights obliterated everything and Britney dropped into a dreamy slumber.
Apted knew the exhilaration of watching a female boxer, limp and unconscious, loaded onto a stretcher and carried from the ring. Britney was out for an hour.

For a month after the bout, Britney felt weak in the knees when she thought of Apted. He hadn't simply put her lights out, Apted had demolished Britney. Britney remembered going out from the right not as losing consciousness, but as ecstatic surrender to Apted's masculine power. At the end of the month, Britney found herself naked and supine in Apted's bed.
The feeling Britney was consumed by could be described as "love," but that was too vague. She needed Apted all the time. This was fine for the week Paula was gone, but Paula was possessive of her mentor-lover and Apted ended things with La Ninata.
"For your own safety," he explained.
Britney was very unhappy and she told everyone in the womens locker room that she was still banging Marcus Apted every night. The gossip moved fast, reaching Paula in two days.

Paula confronted Apted, who admitted to the infidelity. Paula raged for the entire morning and then banished Apted to the couch for a month. Then she dealt with the problem.
Paula slugged Britney in the gut when La Ninata answered the doorbell. Stepping passed the girl boxer, Paula yanked her rival inside and slammed the door shut. A second punch, to the face, put Britney on the floor.
"Know who I am, Little Brat!?" demanded Paula and slugged Britney again. "Bet you can guess, Miss Cum Dump!"
Britney was clearly dazed, so Paula landed two punches to her mid section.
"Marcus Apted's penis is my personal possession! Am I clear?!"
Britney started to form a response, but Paula hammered her chin. Paula hauled her back to her feet. "Look at Marcus again and you are dead! Understood?"
Britney nodded weakly.
"Good! Say good night!"
Paula worked Britney over for a full minute. La Ninata faded quickly, her body going numb from the beating. Suddenly the room was dark and the sound was off. Amid the barrage of fists, Paula hit the sweet spot on Britney's jaw and the girl boxer went down for the count.
Hours later, sleep drained from Britney's skull. The bathroom mirror reflected Britney bruised black and blue, eyes circled with dark purple. She wasn't obsessed with Apted anymore.

Stealing Kaylee Part 2

"I think I'll have to cheat." Marty told Emma the Ref  in his apartment bedroom.
"You'll have to," replied Emma.  "Kaylee is a better fighter than you."
Emma rarely strayed from her partners Wes and Katie, but seeing Marty sprawled on the canvas, out cold, cock bulging in his trunks, from Kaylee's knockout punch, she had to sleep with him.
It wasn't difficult to make happen.
Marty woke frustrated and angry at his opponent, who he had wanted to fuck. The blond boxer had seen Marty's intentions almost instantly and, not wanting to lose her boyfriend, insisted they fight a match first. Kayle put him out in round two.
"Any ideas?" asked Emma.
"No,"
"You could make sure a roofie landed in her water bottle between rounds?"
The residual pleasure of their night together caused sympathy for Marty in Emma that would have been disdain under normal circumstances.
"No. That's not it. I need something satisfying and direct."
Emma looked at the clock radio on the table by Marty's bed and then at the sunlight seeping in the windows. One more before I go, she decided, slipping her hand beneath the covers. She lovingly fondled Marty's penis back to life.
"Marc has a pair of loaded gloves filled with sand," she said and they both smiled.

Marc lent Marty his "special" gloves. "Paula and Cathy made them for me when I had that match against Lynn."
Marc referred to his live in girlfriends, who conspired to help him defeat Lynn, who had knocked him out in four previous bouts.  After Lynn discovered Marc had cheated, she put him and the two girls in the hospital. Marc always left out that detail when he bragged about the incident.
Marty thought the gloves were satisfyingly heavy.

They reassembled for the rematch a week after the first fight. Right after Emma reviewed the rules, Kaylee agreed to a proposal by Marty that stunned the referee.
"I have an idea, Kaylee." Marty said.
"Oh, yeah?"
Both fighters were looking each other in the eye.
"You know why I asked you out?"
"Yep, you wanted me to fuck you behind Sam's back."
"Exactly." Marty stated. "How about if I knock you out for the count, we spend the night together?"
Kaylee didn't flinch. "Fine!"
They touched gloves in agreement.
"Are you insane, Kaylee!" demanded Emma, walking back with the blond to her corner.
"No. It was a snap putting Marty to sleep before. Why should this go be any different?"
"You're one crazy, confident young lady!"
Kaylee smiled a "thank you."
Kaylee deliberately sprang at Marty when the buzzer sounded. He dodged sideways, until he was out from behind her trap.
She's pissed at what I said, Marty thought. Good.
Waiting for Kaylee to come to him gave Marty an advantage. He stepped in as she came on, slugging Kaylee twice in the belly, hard and fast, and smacking home a sharp right before she could back away. Another right fired across Kaylee's cheek. Her head is snapped the other way by a left hook. A right upper cut burst on Kaylee's chin.
She cursed and launched an assault on Marty, hitting his midsection harder and faster. Then she unleashed a storm of blows to his head, that Marty ducked away from. He fired a roundhouse between Kaylee's punches. Her upper cut flew at Marty's jaw.
Kaylee felt her entire skull rattle. She was out before slamming to the canvas. Marty was lifted off his feet and landed on the ropes, that pitched him back. Marty's inert body spun and he landed face up beside Kaylee.

Emma the Ref stood over the unconscious fighters for a moment. A ten count was pointless. When Emma thumbed their eyes, she nothing but whites.
Looking Kaylee over, Emma thought she was very sexy, but the prone Marty evoked strong memories and Emma removed the loaded gloves. She transferred them to Kaylee and tied her gloves to Marty. Then she revived Kaylee with smelling salts.
"Hey....wha....happened..." Kaylee whispered.
Emma helped the groggy girl boxer to her corner. "You two knocked each other out."
"What?"
"At exactly the same instant. Don't you recall?"
"No."
Emma went back to the center of the ring and brought Marty back from slumbers. He was just as dizzy as Kaylee and needed to be guided back to his seat.
"I knocked her out," he declared. "I won!"
"No you didn't! Kaylee flattened you, also. Kaylee..Edward..if you can handle it, I propose a tie breaker round. Whoever goes down this time is the loser."
"Yes!" Kaylee agreed, with weary determination. Marty nodded positively.
"Excellent." Emma the Ref stepped back. "Ready?,,,Fight!"
Both boxers raised themselves from their folding chairs, rising their gloves and fixing stares on each other. Marty launched a straight right, smacking Kaylee's face. Two piston blows smashed his stomach, a third stung his face. Kaylee sneered "Asshole!" and tagged Marty with a left.
"Where you going?" Kaylee yelled as Marty stumbled away. She leaped into his path and threw a hard body shot. The right upper cut shut off the lights,
Marty went to the canvas like a dead weight. Emma told Kaylee she had won.
"Who the hell did he think he was?!" Kaylee shouted. "Who did he think I was?"
Suddenly, Emma was nervous at aggressive tone in her friend's kupie-doll voice. "Go take a shower and go home. You won. I'll take care of Marty."
Kaylee spat a few more insults as she climbed out of the ring and vanished into the locker room.
Collecting both pairs of boxing gloves, Emma waved the smelling salts under Marty's nose. He jumped back to consciousness. Emma took him home and made sure he went to bed.