Arianna Falls in Love

Marc's first meeting with Arianna was brief.

"Come on, I've got someone you need to meet!" said Luisa, grabbing Marc by his free arm as he emerged from the men's locker room.

"Who is it this time?" asked Marc.

For the last three weeks Luisa had made herself Marc's unsolicited match maker. "A friend of mine from college named Arianna," explained Luisa. "She just got out of a relationship and she's been looking for a guy...like you!"

Earlier in the year, Marc and Luisa had a fling after Luisa knocked him cold during a match. The pair had sex for a month afterwards, until Luisa's horiness shifted to another man. But she felt guilty about hurting Marc and strove to make it up to him.

"Marc, this is Arianna," Luisa said. A pretty black girl in gray speedos and a powder blue sports bra turned from working the heavy bag and smiled at Marc. Her shimmering eyes entranced Marc, leaving him barely able to speak.

"Hi Marc, I'd shake hands but for the gloves," Arianna said in a feminine, friendly voice. For a few seconds she eyed the young man.

"I understand." Marc was caught up in her dark beauty and began watching trance like as she went back to the heavy bag.

"How long have you been fighting Marc?"

"Three years," he answered, after his brain began operating again.

"I've been at it for six," Arianna said. "Luisa says you only fight women." "Yeah. Fighting guys bores me."

"I only fight guys, too. What do you like most about being knocked out by women, Marc?"

A bolt of recognition pulsed through Marc and an answer stumbled off his tongue. "It's okay," Arianna said, stepping toward Marc. "It's the way you're overwhelmed by female strength, by femaleness?"

"Yeah..." Marc's voice was stifled by excitement. Arianna caressed his cheeks and Marc pressed her gloved hand harder onto his face.

WHAP!!

Arianna's free hand tagged Marc's chin. White light blasted in his skull. Marc glimpsed Arianna and a black curtain slammed down. "That was fast, Ari," Luisa declared, peering down at her former lover as he sagged heavily in her arms.

"That was a start." Arianna removed her gloves and pulled down the zipper of Marc's jeans, nodding in approval at the width of his erection. "When Marc comes around, tell him I'd like to see him this Saturday." "You falling in love, Ari?"

"Falling fast!"

Marc woke in the gym's recovery room, feeling intense pleasure as his senses reassembled. Luisa was standing over him. When he tried to sit up, his body ached and Luisa settled him back on his pillow.

"How about Arianna?"

Marc gave thinking and moving another try and failed. "She knows how to hit..."

"Arianna wants to see you Saturday at her place!"

On the third try, Marc sat up and, with Luisa's aid, moved to his feet. She noticed Marc's fly was still open.

"Have any plans for tonight, Marc?"

Marc heard a familiar tone in that question.


Arianna never doubted Luisa's ability to spot a "Gentle," a guy who wanted to be knocked out by a woman, like Marc. What baffled her was why she threw him away. Marc was well built, with a handsome, open face. Arianna judged from the look in his intelligent eyes that he was complete submissive. A few months back Luisa had misjudged a guy named Jon and he punched her out for the count after they had sex. Arianna had decided that wasn't going to happen to her as she watched Marc climb into the boxing ring in her finished basement.


"You fight a lot of women?" Arianna asked.

"A bunch." answered Marc, starting to shake his limbs loose.

"Ever knock any out?"

"A few."

"How did it feel to hit a girl so hard that she lost consciousness?"

"It was a rush..it felt great!"

He's so full of shit, Arianna thought happily. Gentles are so cute when they try to act aggressive.

"But its not putting out that's the real thrill, is it?"

Marc smiled in agreement, remembering how satisfying Arianna's one-punch knockout had been. In deep unconsciousness, Marc had fallen in love with Arianna, who was, like Luisa, a Rough, who got off on koing men. As much as he wanted to bang Arianna, Marc craved another trip to dreamland at her hands.



The two started slow, Marc being the aggressor. Arianna was wearing the same outfit from their first encounter, firing up Marc as he threw punches, keeping close to his mistress to the point of crowding her. This amused Arianna. She knew Marc was doing his best to give her a good fight, even overdoing his best. Arianna reminded herself to have patience and hold on for the right moment that would provide maximum pleasure to both fighters.

"After I knocked you out the first time, Luisa took down your jeans and showed me your woody!"

"No she didn't!!"

"She did! I helped you fire your load while you were snoozing!"

Marc figured the strong pleasure that filled him during while sleeping off Arianna's knockout had been the result of a dream. "Did you like what you saw?"

"I did! Purple is my favorite color! I hope you like what you're about to see..."

"What's that?" WHAP!!

"Hey!....Marc.....come on, wake up!"

Arianna's sweet voice seeped into the darkness and opened Marc's eyes. He was seated on Arianna's bed, gloves and shirt removed. He was supported by one of Arianna's arms. A "uuuuhhhhh" escaped his unmoving lips.

"There we are!" Arianna gave him a kiss. Arianna glanced at her now semi conscious lover and thought how sexy a beaten male looked, especially with a shinny bruise on Marc's cheek bone. Arianna felt a thrill when her lips pressed against the contusion.

Marc still felt dizzy, but desire surged to life in him. He clutched Arianna in a full kiss as her hands pulled off his shorts. "Destroy me!" Marc said in Arianna's ear, her fingers stroking his cock.

Donna

Donna resolved most of her personal problems with her fists. I've known her since the fifth grade and she's always ready for a fight. Beating up girls, her age and older, was how she started, but quickly discovered scraping with boys was more fun.

The cat fights were motivated by anger, usually provoked by the opponent. With guys, a fist fight with Donna was an extremely physical flirtation that ended with the object of Donna's affection flattened and seeing stars. Donna also learned to pick fights at her grade level. Her two bouts with older boys terminated with "Lights out, honey!" and a hay maker that magically transported her to a small bed in the school clinic.

In her senior year of high school, Donna learned to box and was a member of Blake Mitchell University's women's boxing team. I got see Donna fight the man would become her husband. She encircled Ned in the ring, bobbing and weaving with a sexual allure until the heart of round six when she put Ned on the canvas. Twenty years later Donna used her fists to put Ned and his girlfriend in the hospital for a week.

One result of her divorce was that every male in our area, married or not, wanted to nail Donna. I was one of them, though I shouldn't have been. My ten year marriage to Kim was humming along. We were both part owners in her family's nail saloon and I was a contented English teacher, if such a creature really existed.

"Hey, Steve, you want a black eye?!" Donna taunted me over the phone. "How about this Saturday afternoon?"

When the mood hit her, and that was often, Donna invited a guy to her place for a private boxing match in her backyard. The guests never made it home until the next morning, sporting a black eye and a smile, both reminders of how they'd spent the last 12 hours.

I took her offer of a black eye. Kim would be out of town for the weekend and I had no papers to grade.

Thick blue wrestling mats covered Donna's back porch. A king sized mattress lay near one corner.

"So you can sleep off the knock out, Steve honey!" Donna smiled, setting a tripod down next to the mattress. Donna attached a digital video recorder to the tripod and titled it down at the mattress.

Figuring my chances with the mattress, I saw how Donna's face had grown longer and wider and her cheek bones more noticeable since college. But at 49 she was still beautiful. She had been working out regularly over the last 20 years and all the sexy college girl fat had vanished, leaving long, well muscled arms and a round, smooth 34 C chest. Her doe eyes had sharpened with feline elegance. I suddenly remembered I'd never fought a woman in my life.

"We do best of three knockouts, right Steve?"

I looked at her in the tight blue jeans and green top with "BOY BEATER" written across the front.

"Ah...yeah..."I answered, tentatively.

"The winner of the round carries the loser to that mattress and counts them out. I'm keeping a video record of all these fights. Ready?"

"Sure..." I closed my my eyes and threw my punch. WHAP!! My bare fist pounded Donna's chin perfectly. Donna staggered sideways and then went backwards, arms out, agonized moans slipping from her mouth. Her light blue eyes went wide and then the lids slammed down. I barely caught Donna before she crashed on the mats. As I placed her on the mattress, Donna started coming around. First a few sighs and then her head jerked side to side. I clicked on the recorder, catching every detail as I counted to ten. "Donna, you're out!" "Out?....where...." "Here. I knocked you cold, with one punch!" Donna blinked rapidly and rubbed her chin. "Why?" "Because I always wanted to!" Donna quickly got to her feet and turned off the recorder. "I never thought you were that kind of asshole, Steve!" Donna moved around the mats quickly, fists raised, demonstrating a dance I was supposed to follow. I did, a joyous aggression pushing me forward. I slugged Donna twice in the midsection, but she blocked my right to her head and put her left on my jaw. I stumbled, straigthened up and pursued her. We circled again, impervious to the punches we were giving each other. "Is this how you fight, Steve?" Donna taunted. "Why don't you give me some cunni while you're ducking so low!?" "When you wake up Donna...again!" I slipped to the right, confusing Donna enough for me to land a left-right combo, pitching her head sideways, but she recovered quickly. POW!! Donna sent a left hook to my chin, freezing me in place. I sagged and thought about how I loved Donna's tits, imagining my lips sucking her pink nipples. There was a crash and darkness. I heard Donna talking to me, telling me I was out cold and that my erection was solid purple. I was on the mattress, looking up at Donna and the video recorder. "Steve, you wide awake?" asked Donna. "We are tied up! Ready to get knocked out again?" Reality took a minute to stop spinning and tilting. Donna helped me get to my feet. "You looked so cute sleeping on your back that I had to jerk you off while you were out, Steve. Do you remember it?" I grabbed Donna in a long kiss. "What about Kim?" she asked, coyly. "Winner gets serviced by the loser, am I right?" "Yeah!" "You're getting knocked the fuck out, Donna!" "Let's do it!" I was fired up for this round, hitting Donna whenever she gave me an opening. A few minutes passed before Donna started to fade. I worked her body, concentrating on her midsection. I could see focus draining from her eyes as the battering continued. A right upper cut sent Donna sprawling on the mats, dazed. "Come on Donna, time for bed!" I pulled the wobbly girl up by her arms and then socked her on the chin, the loud "WHACK" echoing around the yard. "I'm going to turn out the lights in a minute!" I told her. "I'll let you rest once you go out!" "Ah...ass...hole..." Donna gasped. A left-right combo left Donna groggy and groaning.

Out on her feet, Donna's lower jaw was slack and her arms motionless. I had the powerful urge to seal my victory with a hay maker, but Donna looked so lovely and....vulnerable. I popped sharp upper cut to Donna's chin. Her whole body tilted and with a loud "THUMPH" landed on the mats. Donna was out cold before her cute ass touched the ground.

Donna slept for ten minutes. I filmed her on the mattress from counting her out until her eyes eventually fluttered open.

Sisterhood of Evil - Part 4

Agent Miki awoke, moaning softly as her eyes adjusted to ceiling lights and the blurry figure standing over her. The fingers shaking her cheeks focused the phantom into Lady Raquel.
"Where...?" asked Miki, her head beginning to ache.
"Welcome to the Magnifying Room, Agent Miki! And you, too, Power Princess!"
"Untie us, Raquel!!" Power Princess, already conscious, yelled.
"Why would I do that?" Lady Raquel gloated at the super heroines struggling to free themselves from the ropes that bound them to a long table.
"What have you planned for us?" demanded Agent Miki.
"Turn your eyes to the large magnifying glass suspended between yourselves and the skylight!" Lady Raquel knelt beside her long time arch enemy Power Princess. "It is now 11:40 in the morning. The sun will reach its apogee through that window above us. When that happens, the intense light rays of the noon sun will be concentrated by this specially designed magnifying glass, creating a laser beam. As the sun moves on its course, so will the laser, with you and Miss Miki..."
"Agent Miki!" insisted Miki.
"Yeah, whatever!...you two will be in the direct path of the laser beam!"
"You bitch, Raquel!" Power Princess shouted.
"Oh, such hurtful language from the duo committed to virtue and the punishment of evil doers!" Lady Raquel pulled a switch close to the exit, moving the magnifying glass into place. "Looks like this duo is about to become a quartet! I hate to...split!..ladies, because parting is such sweet sorrow!"
Lady Raquel laughed sinisterly and went out the exit.

Max peaked around the corner in time to see Lady Raquel walk from the Magnifying Room. Standing at the entrance was Gwen.
Glancing back to the dark end of the hallway, Max checked the two Funjin Corporation female security guards, unconscious and bound securely. Then Max considered how to take Gwen out the situation. He could use his last tranq dart, but he may need it while making an escape. The only alternative was to rush Gwen and deliver a neck chop ko.
Gwen is a nice girl, he decided, for a Sisterhood of Evil agent and she's a great fuck, so Max went easy on her.
"OOOHHH!" the sudden sting in her lower calf made Gwen blurt. Then she was light headed and very happy. Gwen barely felt the cold marble of the floor smack her in the face.
Max quickly pulled the empty dart from Gwen's leg and pressed the sleeping girl's palm onto the electronic door ID scanner. When the entrance "whooshed" open, Max gently placed Gwen in a corner, kissed her affectionately and ran inside the Magnifying Room.

"Max!!" both women yelled out at once. Already the sun was in the skylight, moving the laser beam inexorably toward Power Princess.
"Max??" they asked each other in exasperated confusion.
"I'll explain later! We need to get both of you free!" Removing a small, sharp knife from his pocket, Max rapidly cut at the ropes holding the crime fighters in place.
"How do you know Power Princess?" Miki demanded, more annoyed than surprised.
"Are you with Miki, also, Max?"
"Well, yes, I've been involved with both you ladies at the same time!" admitted Max as he pulled the ropes from Power Princess' legs. "And it the happiest I've ever been in a relationship, to be honest..."
When the last rope fell away, Power Princess leaped from the table as the laser nearly nicked her thigh. Removing her own mini laser device from her utility belt, Power Princes freed Miki from the laser's path.
"Start talking Max!" ordered Miki, getting in her lover's face.
"We need to get out now," Max urged. "We can fight about this later!"
As they moved to the exit, the door whooshed open and there stood Lady Raquel, Cathy and two security guards.
"Max Haig, how nice to see you!" Raquel said, pointing a gun at his chest. "I just found Agent Gwen resting outside. I was wondering how she got in that condition, you feckless bastard!"
Before Max could respond, Power Princess broke in. "I know all about the Mabuse computer virus!"
Raquel furrowed her brows unhappily. "Really? That means I have to kill you first!"
Agent Miki leaped forward, kicking the gun from Raquel's hand. Cathy and the guards surged forward.
Max grabbed Cathy by the arm and flung her across the room. She smashed the table to pieces when she landed. Power Princess and Agent Miki fought the guards, exchanging punches until the female security officers lay sprawled on the ground, out cold.
As Lady Raquel reached for her pistol, Power Princess kicked it away and yanked her to her feet.
Immediately she grabbed Raquel's right arm and twisted it behind the bad girl's back.
"Where is Professor Rabor?"
"With the other scientists!" sneered Raquel. "Go to hell! I'll tell you nothing!"
"Are you sure, Lady Raquel?" asked Miki, holding a small spray can to Lady Raquel's face. She fired a jet of pink gas under the villain's nose.
Lady Raquel tried to pull away and then agged into Max's arms. She nearly went completely to sleep, but remembered what a shinny, cotton candy day it was.
"Lollipops..." Raquel murmured.
"Where are the scientists being held?" asked Power Princess.
"Funjin Corporation has a research and development center in Los Angeles," Raquel whispered happily. "They're putting the finishing touches on the computer virus right now..."
"Will the Mabuse virus drain all the financial accounts in the world if it is released?"
Raquel laughed slowly, like an exhausted child. "Of course..."
"When will the virus be activated?" Power Princess asked.
"Not...gonna..tell.."
Lady Raquel went into deep sleep. Max let her fall on the floor. "We need to get back to Justice Force headquarters and regroup!" Power Princess said.
A loud "oooohhh" rose from the other side of the room. Cathy had sat up amind the destroyed table and rubbed her head groggily. "Wha ... happened?"
Max darted behind her and urged Cathy to go back to sleep. His judo neck chop sent the girl back to floor, peacefully asleep.
"All right, now let's go!" he said as they made for the door.

Pretty Young Thing

Missy's first time in love was with Serena. The emotions weren't adult love, seasoned love from experience, but a massive excitement, a mania to be with Serena continually.
Serena noticed the 18 year old girl's adoration while Missy was learning to work the speed bag. She knew it was Missy's first time. Just starting college, Serena guessed correctly. Nearing 30, Serena appeared older to Missy, because Serena was the mother of a year old daughter and maternity gave her a regal bearing.
Locker room gossip whispered that the same man fathered Serena's child, also fathered a son with Serena's female lover, Anjanette and that the trio were raising the children together. The other rumor, that Serena still engaged in flings with other women, made Missy's heart race.
After a few weeks of hesitation, Missy's hormones overcame her timidity and she spoke to Serena, complimenting her on how good Serena's well developed body looked in her high-cut, one piece bathing suit. Missy kept touching Serena's long curly hair, asking how she got it that way. Later that day, Serena invited Missy to be her sparring partner.
"To see what you've got," explained Serena. Missy barely contained her excitation.

Serena tested the young girl, keeping close to her, checking how rapidly she blocked and threw punches. As the session progressed, Missy moved faster, trying to land more punches than Serena checked.
The last punch Serena threw moved effortlessly. She didn't think about her action, but put all her weight behind the left upper cut to Missy's exposed chin.
A blaze of white light erupted in Missy's head, followed instantly by a burst of stars which showered everywhere.
The young girl first staggered and then swayed lightly on her feet, eyes drifting shut. Missy submitted to the surge of relaxation that engulfed her body and sank backwards into darkness.
"You put her out cold, Serena!"
"Yeah!" Serena's voice was vibrant with triumph and lust. Her eys drank in the unconscious Missy, flat on her back, her right glove resting on her belly. "She's sleeping like a damn baby!"
"It was a sparring match!" Emma the Ref chastised her friend. "She didn't expect a punch like that!"
Serena nodded her agreement. "I know!"
"Her pulse is okay..Jesus, Serena, that was wrong! Missy is a beginner!"
Serena agreed. "I wonder if she knows what she is!...Missy is gorgeous when she's like this!"
Emma rolled her eyes, reminding herself how messed up Serena's mind really was.
"Help me get her to the recovery room, Serena!"
Missy dreamt, for the five minutes she was knocked out, that she had sex with Wonder Woman and then that Serena was the warrior-queen of the Amazons and Missy was her lover and companion.

For two weeks Serena went missing from the gym, enjoying her time as stay home mom for the babies. Being knocked out cold by Serena made Missy pine for her even more and she mentally recalled how Serena grinned at her just before the lights went out.
"How about a real fight this time, Missy?" Serena offered, almost demanded, when she reappeared. The couple were alone in the women's locker room.
"Yeah!...Sure!" responded Missy, eyes dilated.
Serena set the match for the next day and gave Missy a long, intense kiss before she strutted from the room.

Their fight was longer than the last, but ended the same way. Missy spent rounds one and two getting worked over. By the third, Missy hung from the ropes, Serena pounding her body. Serena let up for a moment and saw in her opponent's eyes exactly what she expected: glassy confusion and sexual arousal.
"You are a submissive!" Serena whispered into the dazed Missy's ear and gave her a kiss. Missy watched placidly as Serena first kissed her own glove and then cocked it back. "Who's you're mommy, Missy?!"
Missy seemed to consider for a moment. "Y...ore...my moma..."
BAM!!!
Scorching electricity filled Missy's body and she dropped face first onto the canvass. Missy settled into the warm darkness of after glow and was unconscious.
"8...9..10! You're out!" Emma yelled above the spectator's cheers.
Serena raised her gloves in triumph and glanced down at Missy's cute ass cheeks peeking out of her hiked up shorts and said: "Sleep tight, my pretty young thing!"
Serena carried Missy from the ring like a groom transport the bride to their wedding bed.

Andrea Pistons Part 2

Andrea remained in her deep slumber, sagging on the turnbuckle. Andrea's seconds were rapidly massaging her neck, calling out her name like they were yelling down a dark well. The seconds were baffled as to what to do when she didn't respond and stood there gawking at the unconscious fighter until the ref handed them a beer pitcher overflowing with cold water. One girl threw the contents onto Andrea's face. Her entire body sprang from the folding chair as if ligthening had struck from behind. Andrea gasped in air and shook her head to clear her vision. Half yelled curses shot from her lips along with the water that dripped from her soaked hair. I could even hear her calling me "that fucking asshole!"
When the ref asked if she could continue, Andrea glared at me and shook her head "yes!" We were waved back to the center of the ring.
Andrea looked even sexier with her dripping wet hair.
"Congratulations on knocking me out, prick!" she sneered, with the clear, precise tone of a truly angry female. "But I've got two guys after you to fuck up, so let's get to dismantling you!"
Our brawl began instantly. Thrilled by the lunatic fury radiating from Andrea's eyes, I stood still and took the complete fury of her assault. Strategic retreat would have been my tactic if I'd been fighting with my brain and not my cock. But Andrea and I were on another level, each fighter wanting to level the other completely.
Our fists bashed each other faster and faster. I worked Andrea's body, especially her midsection, hoping to wear her down and deliver a second knockout punch. I threw punches faster than my opponent, but power was Andrea's strength as a boxer.
Andrea ducked a straight right to her head and pounded my side below the ribs. My body jack knifed sideways from the sharp agony. Her right hooked my chin, sending me across the ring.
Andrea was on top of me in seconds, fists pounding all over. Crowding me into a neutral corner, Andrea hit me so hard my vision blurred and rattled. Andrea cursed me in Spanish and white electricity illuminated my body.
My entire body relaxed and I remembered how cute Desiree looked in the blue flannel pajamas I bought her for Christmas.
A bolt of electricity struck me again and I smiled, feeling sleep wash over me.I heard the distant sound of my body smacking the canvas and nothing.

From blackness, I saw white. The white focused into Andrea straddling my waist. dressed only in panties, a tight T-shirt and a smile. We were in her bed in the RV she used to travel the boxing circuit.
"You were out for awhile Peter," Andrea purred, straigthening herself up. I ran my hands up her smooth thighs and hooked my thumbs to the bottom of the red panties, slowly bringing them down from her hips.

Andrea and I had sex through the night and late into Sunday morning. I didn't want to leave, but at 11 a.m. Andrea insisted, saying she had to be in Philadelphia that night.
"You were good Peter," Andrea told me as we stood in the doorway of her RV, parked behind the bar.
"Thanks, Andrea. You were incredible! There's no rush, is there, just a little while longer?"
I gave her a long, sexual kiss that always worked with Desiree.
"See you around Peter!" Andrea said in my ear.
WHAP!!
Andrea's left hook knocked me out instantly.
I came around in the driver seat of my car. It was ten minutes before I was focused enough to drive home.

Andrea Pistons

While I work on the next installment of the serial, here's a short subject!

I first saw Andrea "Pistons" Pistone, a raven haired, big tited girl of medium height, in a bar on Route 46. I'd say it was a year before our match. She was the star fighter among a group of women who worked a circuit of bars and clubs in northern New Jersey.
While Andrea occasionally fought other women, mixed bouts were her specialty and obvious passion. No one could remember her losing a fight to a guy. Not that most of the competition in those smoky highway dives were in prime shape. They were horny drunks who paid a hundred dollars to have Andrea clobber them until they abruptly found themselves either on the canvas, sprawled on a couch outside the ring or surrounded by very concerned looking EMTs.
I walked in at the end of Andrea's fourth match, too late to sign up for a fight. It didn't matter much; my girl Desiree was with me. Dez had given up boxing herself because she was pregnant with our first child and was not temperamentally inclined toward seeing her boyfriend making close physical contact with a hot female boxer.
Dez and I cheered along with most of the females at the bar for Andrea as she prepared to end the bout. Her fists moved like the cylinders of her nickname, pounding the guy, well built and in his early 20s, with lefts and rights to his head and body.
Then Andrea stepped back to scrutinize her work. The guy barely hung on the ropes, knees buckled, eyes opening and closing. Andrea slugged him in the gut, thrilled to see her victim double over. A "WHAP!" echoed around the bar, followed by the crash of his inert body to the canvas.
A climax of cheers greeted the ref's "10...you are out!"
We watched Andrea do her victory strut from the ring.
"Think you could take her, Peter, honey?" Dez asked me, sipping her coke, as we enjoyed the leg show Andrea was giving the spectators.
"I'd knock out by round three," I answered.
Dez smiled at the exiting fighter. "Good night, mama!" Dez sighed.

The birth of our daughter Jill didn't leave much time to daydream about the return of Andrea. The list of fighters I trained had grown in the months that passed and Dez, on maternity leave from her office job, had taken quickly to motherhood. One of the other trainers at my gym told me Andrea was back on the boxing circuit and would be in our area in two weeks.
That night I told Dez she needed a little vacation and should visit her sister Serena, who had yet to see baby Jill, in Cape May. Dez left with Jill the weekend Andrea arrived in town.

As the third of five men to fight Andrea that night, I watched my two predecessors carried out of the squared circle, limp and spark out in the arms of the female attendants. Andrea looked at me from her corner, prepared to leave me in the same condition.
"Ready to do this, hammer dick?" Andrea asked me as we circled each other, throwing punches.
"You don't know for how long!" I answered.
As we bashed each other, I pressed against Andrea as much as possible, forcing her into a corner and delivering lefts and rights to her head and torso. Andrea figured out my plans to knock her out quickly as possible and kept her distance, only attacking when she could freely dart in and away.
"Doing good, Peter, for a horn dog about to take a nap!" Andrea smiled like a panther ready to strike.
My right hook jolted the side of Andrea's face.
Andrea's eyes went wide from shock and sharp pain. The left upper cut detonated on her chin in mid stagger and I delivered a pair of left-right combos to the gut.
I watched the almost sensual beauty of Andrea crouched over, arms instinctively protecting her midsection. My from the floor upper cut bounced Andrea off the ropes and left her standing flat footed right in front of me.
Male voices demanded that I finish her, but another punch would be pointless.
The irises in Andrea's eyes vanished into her head. Her entire body folded inward and then slammed to the canvas.
Completely unconscious and supine, Andrea was face down, mouth barely open, revealing a small portion of her pink tongue.
Screams came from all over the bar. I was the first opponent, male or female, to put Andrea to sleep in the ring.
Andrea burbled a few names over and over, dreaming in her deep slumber. The dejected male spectators cursed loudly when the bell ended the count at "six."
I watched, intensely aroused, the out cold Andrea lifted from the canvas, legs and forearms swaying, and carried to her corner. The ref shoved me back to my chair, where I watched the female attendants work to revive Andrea.

Sisterhood of Evil- Part 3

Power Princess and Agent Miki were eager to fill each other in on the details of the new man in their lives. Curiously, they were both in love with a guy named Max. Power Princess had met him the condiments section of the supermarket, where she shopped as her true identity, Jackie Ellison. She heard his voice ask for her jar of honey and Power Princess nearly swooned.
Agent Miki first encountered her Max when he challenged her to a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. To her memory, Max knocked her cold twice in the ring and then they spent the night together. Miki dreamt she got beaten up by a tall, lovely Chinese woman that same night, but that was just a dream. Max was real and they were together every free moment Miki had.
But the new assignment from Justice Force distracted them: solve the disappearance of Prof. Thornton Robur, one of the world's leading computer program writers.
Interviews with his family and friends gave the two super heroines little to go on. Robur had scarcely spoken of the project he was working on for the Funjin Corporation, known worldwide as the first multinational to be run almost completely by women.
"It will revolutionize everything in finance," Robur cryptically informed his eldest son. Five days later he went to work as usual and never returned.
"We saw him walk out from work smiling and whistling as always," the Funjin Corp. security director told Miki and Power Princess. Like so many of the middle and upper management at Funjin, the security director was a tall, beautiful Nordic-looking woman, who towered over Miki.
"What was the nature of the project Prof. Robur was developing at the time he vanished?" Power Princes asked Jake Wilder, one Robur's two supervisors.
Jake didn't reply. His attention was focused on a spot just below Power Princess' neck.
"My eyes are up here, Mr. Wilder!" Power Princess asserted.
Jake's head jerked upwards. "Oh?...yes, I was...Prof. Robur was developing an ultra high speed credit transfer software. He was very secretive about it, right Ethan?"
Ethan Draper, the other supervisor, a few years younger than Wilder, smiled at the two crime fighters. "Yes, didn't say much to us at all." He looked Agent Miki over. "The working name of the program was 'Mabuse.' You have lovely eyes, Agent Miki!"
"I do!?...Thank you, Mr. Draper, but I', helping conduct a criminal investigation right now."
"How close was he to completion?" Power Princess asked.
"Near to done as far as we could tell," answered Jake. "The last two weeks, Robur was writing code furiously. Would you like a drink, Miss Princess?"
Jake was already at the office's wet bar, pouring himself a straight whiskey.
"I don't drink on duty...did you gentlemen read any of the code?"
"Some, but we didn't understand any of it," Ethan said.
"How can you two direct a software development project and not understand computer languages?" Miki asked.
Laughter erupted between the two men. "We just had to make sure Prof. Robur met his deadlines," Ethan went on. "We're originally managers from the manufacturing departments..women's sportswear and intimate apparel. That is a very effectively designed costume, Miss Miki!"
"Agent Miki!" the crime fighter insisted. "I suspect Jake and Ethan are holding out on us."
"I do, to!" Power Princess walked slowly toward Jake, stopping to glance at a framed picture of a young, smiling blond on his desk. "These two need alternate persuasion."
"They do at that!" Miki moved on Ethan with a seductive languor.

An hour later Power Princess and Agent Miki dragged the happily exhausted Jake and Ethan back to their offices from the adjoining rooms. They dumped the two satisfied men on the couch and surveyed their work.
"I didn't know the interview would be like this!" Jake exhaled contentedly. "Did I tell you everything you needed to know?"
"You gave me everything I needed!" Power Princess gave Jake a long kiss. "Thanks for all the details of the Mabuse program."
"And me?" Ethan asked Agent Miki, his eyes glassy.
"In between all those orgasms we had, you were very informative about what could happen if the program fell into the wrong hands." Miki, too, kissed her lover. "Let's give them a reward for being so cooperative."
"Definitely!" Power Princess agreed.
WHAP!!!
POW!!!
The punches from the lady crime fighters put Jake and Ethan out for the night.
"Damn that felt great!" Power Princess exclaimed.
"Where do we go next?" Miki asked.
"How about to dreamland!?" a voice familiar to Power Princess suggested from behind.
SMACK!!!
THWACK!!
Lady Raquel black jacked first Agent Miki and then Power Princess behind the ear.
"Hey..Miki..."
Power Princess' voice was dreamy and her vision blurry.
"Yeaaahhhh?" Miki's eyes went suddenly cross and both girls smiled.
"We...ve...be...en..."
"Cold...cocked..."
Both went to the floor with a loud thud.
Gwen and Cathy stepped out from behind Lady Raquel, who savored having her arch enemy sprawled at her feet.
"Got them good boss!" said Gwen while popping her bubble gum.
"They're still awake!" Cathy blurted.
Lady Raquel looked at her moaning captives. "You can do honors, ladies!"
Gwen hauled Agent Miki to her feet. The groggy girl's eyes were barely open. She babbled about tigers and teddy bears.
"Just like old times!" Cathy sneered.
WHAP!!
Cathy's right hook put Miki's lights completely out.
Lady Raquel lifted the semi conscious Power Princess upright.
"OOOOFFFF!!" shot from Power Princess' lips when Cathy landed a gut shot.
SOCK!!
Stars sparkled in Power Princess' head and she was asleep, slumped like a rag doll.
"Take them both to the magnifying room!" Lady Raquel ordered. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment, Power Princess!"