Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Beaten Edge of Senselessness



The match between Gail and Kaylee was ending in a clinch. Gail, older and slightly taller, was mostly supporting the twenty-five year old blond. Kaylee sagged against the short haired brunette, her face nearly buried in Gail's cleavage, The only proof that Kaylee was still awake were the "oooommmfffs!" and "uuuuhhhsss!" the beaten fighter emitted when Gail sporadically beat her mid section.
Both women were topless. That was how Gail wanted it.
"You in sleepy land?" asked Gail, after slugging Kaylee in the belly. She felt Kaylee's lips press against her left tit and, in turn, Gail kissed the scalp beneath the pile of chemical yellow hair resting under her chin.
Slowly, Kaylee raised her face to Gail's, the older woman she started dating three weeks ago. Gail wanted sex with Kaylee the moment they met in the women's locker room of the Amazonia Boxing Club. When Gail spotted the black roots of the blonde's hair, she knew Kaylee had to be her punching bag before she became anything else.

"I own you, sweetie, you understand?" Gail asked. Kaylee couldn't answer through the waves of haze sloshing in her skull. Knifing pain rattled Kaylee when Gail drove a fist into the younger girl's belly button. "You understand?"
Kaylee's head rolled from side to side. She was on the beaten edge of senselessness.
Balancing the blonde's swaying head on the edge of her left glove, Gail pitched her right behind her back and let it fly forward.
Kaylee let out a sharp "oooohhhfff!" after the impact lifted her into outer space. Stars glowed everywhere as Kaylee floated contentedly and she was out cold.

Sitting beside her prone lover, Gail began the ten count, slow and soft, whispering each number to Kaylee, as she removed her own gloves.
"Ten!...You're out!..." Gail murmured in Kaylee's ear and kissed the sleeping beauty. Gently, Gail caressed Kaylee's breasts, reveling in their smooth fullness.
Gail carried the completely limp Kaylee to her dressing room, where they made love when Kaylee came around five minutes later.


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Jasmine Knocks Him Out

When fighting a guy, Jasmine always boxed topless. She felt that was fair.
"Since every guy I fight sleeps on the canvas," she explained to friends. "It's only right they have something nice to dream about!"
Jasmine went mostly with girls, but if she knew her male opponent well enough, she would spend the night with him after the bout. Hector had been friends with Jasmine for a year before she began wondering out loud how good a fighter he was.
She was playful and flirty about her seduction, keeping the tone deceptively light-hearted. Jasmine saw early in their friendship that sex had originally drawn Hector to her. She learned later that no matter what his intentions, Hector was always going to be a gentleman.

"I've seen you fight girls," chirped Jasmine at Hector, keeping her body, especially her melon-like breasts, as close as suggestively possible to Hector, who quickly achieved the reaction she expected and wanted.
The male boxer seemed to hesitate. "I might hurt you, Jazz." he said, not certain the statement was even partially accurate.
Jasmine, her nose almost touching Hector's, whispered," You'll never hurt me!"

 Watching Jasmine in her corner, throwing rapid upper cuts in the air, her bare breasts bouncing along with the motion of her arms, Hector was speechless. Jasmine walked toward him slowly, firing punches at her opponent.
"You like them, Hector?"
The raven haired goddess stopped Hector's breath for a moment. "Oh...yes..."
Two sudden punches flashed in his face, followed by "POW!" "POW!" from Jasmine. A quick upper cut clipped Hector's chin, staggering him slightly.
"You ready?"
"I am!" Hector answered.
"Oh...and one thing, Hector?"
"Yeah?"
"Sweet dreams!"
BAM!!
Hector felt himself drop lightly to the canvas, landing on his stomach at Jasmine's feet, his lips just touching her toes. He wanted to kiss those feet so badly, demonstrate his devotion. He settled down into a deep knockout.

They spent that weekend together. The bruise on Hector's jaw was like a stamp of ownership to Jasmine, which made him even sexier to her.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Quartet of Crime


In the pitch dark hall way, Ethan and Jake waited for Lady Puma. The long time agent of Justice force had pursued the two members of the The Quartet of Crime to their safe house after foiling their attempted bank robbery. Now Ethan and Jake were ready to spring a trap.
Lady Puma, statuesquely fit with long black hair, moved with caution into the passage she had seen the two men disappear into. They were in the darkness ahead of her, somewhere. Hesitating for a moment, Lady Puma steadied herself and walked with confidence into the darkness.
WHACK!
BAM!
KAPOW!
WAP!
Emerging from the dark hallway, Lady Puma carried Jake and Ethan, one over each shoulder, their arms and legs dangling. Neither of the crooks knew what hit them.
Lady Puma's instincts had been correct: two punches each were all that was needed to send the attackers to dreamland.
Lady Puma dumped the criminals on a nearby couch and thumbed their eyelids. There was nothing but whites. "Now just a light sedative to make sure you two are out for while!"
Lady Puma curled her right hand into a fist.
BAP! POW!
Starting with Ethan, she slugged both men on the jaw. They groaned softly and sank into a deep knockout.
"Perfect," declared Lady Puma. "Now I just need to find your girlfriends."
"We're right here!" said a sweet, almost Kewpie doll like voice from right behind Lady Puma.
BONK!!
Lady Puma heard an explosion and saw a stream of colors and bright lights and was out for the count before hitting the carpet.
What Lady Puma really enjoyed most about this clobbering was the stars. The twinkled brightly in her sleeping brain. Watching them allowed Lady Puma to relax completely and think about the men she'd been with in the last two months.
There weren't many, but each of them had given her so much pleasure, especially Chandler, who had knocked her out in a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The pair later spent the weekend together and so drunk on love was Lady Puma that she begged Chandler to marry her.
I need to get laid, Lady Puma reminded herself as she emerged from unconsciousness.



"That was what you get for beating up on our men!"
The words banged around in Lady Puma's skull as the crime fighter opened her eyes to see Lady Gwen and Cleopatra, the other half of the Quartet of Crime, staring down at her. The speaker was Gwen, who had black jacked the crime fighter. Dressed in a harlequin body suit, Gwen gave the prisoner a threatening grin.
"Let me knock her back out!"
Cleopatra, an African-American amazon and retired boxer, raised her fist to smack Lady Puma. "She left my Jake bruised and broken!"
Gwen pulled down Cleopatra's arm. "Calm, Cleo, calm! You can work Miss Goody Two Shoes over later! We need her for interrogation at headquarters."
"Fine!" Cleopatra grunted.
"Are your men okay?" asked lady Puma.
"They were moved to a hospital." answered Lady Gwen.
Good just these two, thought Lady Puma, exploring the room for a path of escape. She saw a large iron horse shoe loosely nailed over the doorway. 
"I'll get the transport in the back so we can get her out of here," said Lady Gwen as she walked out of the room.
The amazon began informing Lady Puma, in detail, about the pain she was going to feel after the questioning was over. Cleopatra paced around the room, moving closer and closer to the doorway. Lady Puma slowly removed the sonic disruptor from her utility belt and aimed the device at the horse shoe.
When Cleopatra stepped directly under the sill, Lady Puma triggered the disruptor.
"And when I'm done with that pretty face of yours, I'm going to work on your big..."
BONG!!
The horse shoe, pulled away from the nail, bounced loudly off Cleopatra's head. The amazon's features relaxed abruptly and her eyes began to close. as she swayed like a drunken ballerina.
"Ga...nigh...da...di..." slipped from Cleopatra's lips and she hit the floor.
Lady Puma lifted the senseless girl to the couch, where she secured her wrists and ankles with security ties.
"Alright, Cleo, the transport is ready!" announced Lady Gwen as she reentered the room.
SOCK!
The punch threw Lady Gwen backward into a large leather chair. Lady Puma hit the bottle - blond twice on the jaw and pulled her to her feet.
"Gonna knock you out! Anything to say before you see stars like your partner?"
Lady Gwen did her best to focus on her tormentor, but failed, her brain was elsewhere.
"Har...der...har...der...Ethan..."
Lady Puma delivered an upper cut. The harlequin girl never felt the impact of the hard floor.
Lady Puma never felt so alive.

Watching the Justice Force medical team wheel the KOed bad girls to an ambulance, Lady Puma dialed Chandler's cell phone.