Ele

I was still friends with Ele after our romance ended, so she asked me to referee her apartment boxing match with Jena. I accepted. At least Ele was still thinking of me and, who knows, helping her might be beneficial down the road.
Leaning next to the closed door of her bedroom, I asked Ele if she was ready. Her opponent, Jena, had just stepped out of the bathroom where she dressed for combat.
"In a second, Bill," the voice called out to me.
Jean, a lean brunette with lively brown eyes and enticing smile, waited in the living room that had been cleared of furniture and covered with blue gym mats and pillows. Occasionally, Jena idly threw punches with her light-blue boxing gloves, glancing my direction. She was actually waiting for Ele to appear. Both women were very mad at each other.
The bedroom door swung open and Ele walked out, wearing only a black lace bra and dark blue shorts and boxing gloves, of course. She was slimmer than her adversary, lanky really. I felt that old spark inside when I saw her. She was in great shape and her smile was still enchanting.
"You ready, Jena?" I asked when all three of us stood together.
"Yeah!" Jena was determined. "I hope you're ready to go to the hospital, Ele?"
Ele fastened her eyes on Jena like she was about to knife the brunette. "Don't strain your little brain worrying about it. Bill knows First Aid, which is good news for you!"
I decided to try once and give up. The fight was going to end with one of these women out for the count and I worried it would be Ele.
"Before you two get underway, I want to say there is no point to beating each other black and blue over a guy."
Ele and Jena looked at me perplexed.
"Tony was my man!" Ele said to me like I was a slow child.
"Now he is mine!" taunted Jena.
"Bitch!" Ele spat.
"Okay..fine..." I stepped away from the fighters. "Ready? Box!"
Jena barely touched Ele's gloves before throwing the opening punch, tagging Ele flush on her cheek. My ex-girlfriend staggered a few paces and then righted herself. Jena was stifling laughter.
Ele came back swinging and Jena was waiting. A whirlwind of punches erupted between them. Jena worked Ele's midsection, while Ele did her best to bruise Jena's pretty face.
One of Ele's left hooks plowed into Jena's chin. The brunette was thrown off her feet and into the air, her arms and feet spread out wildly as she landed on the mats.
I began the count, praying the fight would be over quickly. Judging by the look in Jena's eyes as she rose to her feet as I called out "SIX," that wasn't going to happen.
Jena swayed briefly and waded back into the donnybrook. The two swung at each other with deliberation, inflicting maximum pain being their goal.
Jena's size advantage began to weaken Ele; punches alternating between punishing head and body shots. Sagging from the assault, Ele was fading. Jena slowed her blows, concentrating on surgical strikes on Ele's jaw, rocking the girl's head side to side.
"Jena, Christ Almighty, end it!" I shouted.
Halting suddenly, Jena looked at me. "Yeah? Okay!"
Before I could react, two rapid upper cuts, a left and then a right, smashed Ele's chin. Ele stood completely still, head back to the ceiling, eyelids open just a crack - she was out on her feet. Cackling mercilessly, Jena nudged Ele's shoulder, sending her to the mats, where Ele lay unmoving.
I got the ten count over as quickly as possible. "Help me get her in the bedroom?!" I told Jena.
"What? Let her lay there, the loser!"
"Grab her legs, Jena!"
We placed Ele on her bed. The unconscious girl let out a series of sigh and moans, signaling that she was, slowly, coming back to reality. Seeing her in sleeping on the bed reminded me of our time together.
"I'm out of here, you can help Sleeping Beauty when she wakes up," Jena sneered. "And tell her Tony is mine!"
I walked down to the parking garage with Jena.
"How did you feel seeing your ex get worked over, Bill?" Jena teased me as she opened the driver side door of her sedan.
"Makes me feel kind of like this..."
WHAP!
My left hook put Jean out instantly. I caught her as she sagged and placed her gently behind the wheel of her car. I fished the cell phone from her hand bag and texted a message to Tony as to where he could find his girl.
When I got back to Ele's apartment, she was awake and sitting on a chair in the kitchen. She looked miserable.
"How you feel, Ele?" I asked, filling a bag with ice.
"Like I'm swimming in an ocean of stars," she answered. "Where's the bitch?"
I handed Ele the ice bag, which she pressed to her face. "She's waiting for her ride."

Alice in Dreamland

  
Alice was slow about going to bed with guys she liked. This was not out of moral or religious considerations; they had little influence on a woman who had so many one night stands. The men she wanted long term had to wait because Alice first needed to box with them in her basement gym. Alice usually fought these men wearing nothing but her red boxing gloves.
The potential lovers had to be knocked unconscious for Alice to fully enjoy the sex that was bound to follow. So Alice had to know two things before she stepped into the ring with any man: 1.) did he behave like a gentleman  before their bout , and 2.) was he a better fighter than her. Alice wanted to be sure she was safe during the private match and she didn't want to be the one who got knocked out.
And the system worked. Alice deftly weeded the impatient from the patient and gave the relationship the physical nurturing it needed for a month and then got her intended in the ring.
The men were so astounded at seeing Alice naked when she removed her silk dressing gown, that the fight didn't last very long.  No later than round three Alice delivered just the right punch and

WHAM!!

her new boyfriend was on his back, where she liked them best, sleeping through the ten count. Most were equally surprised to wake up in Alice's bed.

While conducting try outs for a long term boyfriend, Alice met Chris. They were regulars at the Amazonia Boxing Club, so Alice wondered why they had not hooked up earlier.
Chris performed perfectly during the one month probation. He was a born gentleman and during the sparring matches with Alice, he could never seem to be put her completely in her place.Alice got horny very fast. She had Chris in her basement gym after their second sparring match.
Like the previous contenders, Chris stood amazed at the naked woman parading her body around the ring, throwing punches in the air before the fight started.
"Do you think I might do you some damage, Chris?"
When the automatic buzzer squawked, Alice charged Chris only to be halted a few feet in front of him by Chris's open glove clasping her throat.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Alice was barely able to choke out, her fists swinging rapidly at Chris but never connecting.
"Knocking you out!" Chris explained.
BAM!!
The upper cut launched Alice into the stratosphere. She felt herself rise up gently, head back, arms at her side. Alice saw bright stars twinkle blue and yellow and the dancing northern lights. Floating contentedly, her eyes closed and Alice went into dreamy sleep.
Alice had no sensation of slamming onto the canvas.

Alice dreamed she was a cave woman, with lovely blond locks, stand up tits and fine hips and buttocks. She was the most desirable female in the cave clan.
Wanting to settle down and start a family, Caveman Chris silently crept behind Alice as she was decorating the walls of her cave. He raised the wooden club to the right angle above Alice's head and brought it down forcefully.
BONG!!
Alice went stiff as she smiled. Her eyes fluttered a few time and then closed. Chris carried the limp cave woman over his shoulder to his own cave. It was the way Alice always wanted to be taken.

Like her previous male competitors, Alice woke in her bed. Her vision cleared and focused on Chris who was seated at her side. "What the hell happened?" she demanded in a low moan.
"I knocked you out, like I promised." Chris said, smiling.
Alice's face hurt, but the elation generated by her dream was still with her. "Why did you clobber me so fast?"
"Guys talk at the Amazonia, you know. And the word is: 'If you want to get laid by Alice, take your KO lumps. It's worth it.' But I figured instead of laying down to you, that you should lay down for me!"
Chris placed an ice pack on Alice's bruised jaw. Suddenly, she found it hard not to look at Chris.

Abuelo's Boxing Gloves

It was difficult, looking at Sonia, to accept her defeating so many men. One time she boxed two brothers on the same Friday night at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Sonia gave them the sweetest, sexiest smile as she watched both opponents carried from the ring.
Sonia wasn't cruel in her heart. The harder she hit an adversary, and she only fought males, the happier she felt until a joyous passion for the loser engulfed her during the ten count. After the bouts, generally a day or two, she would fuck the defeated, hoping to take the edge off the humiliation they felt at being publically clobbered by a slight girl.
A skinny, black Cuban of twenty-four, Sonia had alluringly small breasts and twiggy legs. She credited her multiple victories not to distracting horny challengers with her pretty face long enough to knock them out, but to the almost magic boxing gloves that once belonged to her maternal grandfather.
"My abuelo never lost a fight with these," she told her second, Desiree, after stepping over an unconscious male. "And I'm never going to lose wearing these!"
Seeing potential in his ten year old nieta when she bloodied up the faces of two boys foolish enough to tease her, Sonia's abuelo named her "Destructra" and taught her to fight. After graduating from college, Sonia moved to the city, get a job as a kindergarten teacher and joined the Amazonia. Until the day she encountered Jon Amur, the winning streak was unbroken.

Jon Amur strode into the ring and knocked Sonia out for longer than the ten count. The upper cut landed perfectly on Sonia's chin and her eyes clicked shut.
Though she was in a deep knockout, a sweet feeling of release coarsed in Sonia. Sonia was smiling as Emma the Ref counted her out. The potent lover in Sonia's dream held her in his strong arms, pleasuring her ceaselessly.
Emma the Ref and Desiree carried the sleeping girl to her corner, settling her in the folding chair where they checked her rolled up eyes and massaged her neck.
Sonia was insensible for five minutes and had to be walked to the dressing room.

Four nights later she had sex with Jon Amur in her apartment. The next morning, Sonia was dizzy and stupid in love. As they ate breakfast, she related her entire life story and when she finished the breathless narrative, Amur carried her back to bed,
He was gone when she woke in the early afternoon. Sonia texted Amur a message and began cleaning up her bedroom. As  she got her gym equipment together, Sonia discovered abuelo's boxing gloves were missing.
"And you're going to have to fight me to get them back!" Jon Amur told her when he called minutes after the theft was discovered.
Love and rage boiled in Sonia. She agreed to the match and promised Amur he would suffer for his transgression. Amur laughed and hung up.

Sonia was enraged  further when she saw Amur standing in his corner wearing the missing items. She fought ferociously for three rounds, but the talismanic energies of the gloves wore her down. Amur delivered a right hook that put Sonia out on her feet.
"Time for you to lose, Sonia," Amur whispered in the dazed girl's ear. One at a time, he hooked her dangling arms around the top rope. "When I knock out a woman like I'm about to shellac you, she's out till the next morning! And I'm going to use your grandfather's boxing gloves to do it!"
Sonia's final thought was a pained and hopeless "NO!!"
BAM!!

No erotic dreams illuminated Sonia's slumber. She slept peacefully until, as Jon Amur promised, she came around ten hours later.
For most of the next day, Sonia looked out the hospital room window, nodded to the nurses that came and went and talked to the doctors about her diagnosis, all the time brooding on her loss.
After dinner, a volunteer brought Sonia a box that had been left earlier. Inside was her grandfather's boxing gloves. Beneath them was a single red rose, that Sonia sniffed lovingly.  

Djelisa

Djelisa was looking for a man and she was serious. Looking back I guess I was serious, too.
Unlike a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Djelisa wasn't someone I looked at as just another probable lay. Going in I knew she was a good fighter, better than me and I would get my ass kicked. Djelisa was a woman I wanted more with, but what that "more" was I didn't know until we fought.
Like many women at the Amazonia, Djelisa had to box a man before anything else could happen between them. And she needed an audience.
Twenty of her female friends crammed around the ring for our fight. I knew a few from previous relationships, including Nicole.
"You know Will, Djelisa is dying to flatten you." whispered Nicole in my ear as she rubbed my neck and shoulders. I had talked her into being my second.
"Think so?" I asked, amused.
"You taking a dive so you can get laid?"
"Not if I can knock Djelisa out cold I won't!"
As Emma the Ref outlined the rules of the match, Djelisa smiled at me and nodded.
"Understand Will?" Emma asked me.
"Oh yeah."
"Clear to you, Djelisa?"
"I'm going to knock hammer dick here out cold!" Djelisa was speaking directly to me. "Ever get beaten up by a girl?"
It was my turn to smile. "Plenty."
We touched gloves and I watched Djelisa walk her cute ass back to her corner.

Djelisa was throwing punches from the start of round one. I ducked and swerved, laughing at her efforts.
As the punches exploded on each other's bodies, Djelisa kept on her game face, but her eyes were throughly alive.
When I saw an opening, I slipped to the right to land a shot to her side. I felt a sledge hammer bust my head. The ring blurred and then nothing.
I heard women shouting my name and felt the sensation of being lifted.
"Hey, champ!" bounced off the walls of my slumber and Nicole was in my face. I could only think of Nicole's tits and how her ass felt when I held her during sex.
"Nicole?....Let me hit it once more...come on...."
"No, Will, wake up!" Nicole passed smelling salts by my nose.
"What? Where...?"
"In your corner because Djelisa punched you out and only the bell saved you."
Across the ring, Djelisa's look said "Let's finish what I started!" Nicole read the look, too. "It should be obvious, Will, that Djelisa just doesn't want you, she wants you to lose to her!"
Emma the Ref waved us back at the bell.
"This is over now!" my opponent informed me.
"Sure is!"
We never danced away from each other. I was determined on knocking Djelisa out before she did the same to me. The aching frenzy to inflict pain consumed us like sexual lust.
My right swooped up, tagging Djelisa's chin. A left blasted her her jaw. She staggered a few seconds, arms dangling uselessly, eyes rolled up at the ceiling lights.  djelisa landed on her back, arms out and she went to sleep.
From a nuetral corner, I watched the count reach seven before the bell clanged.
Two bikini clad Asian girls stepped into the ring and carried the limp fighter back to her corner. A minute passed before Djelisa was completely revived.
I was irritated at not finishing her off, but rage emanated from Djelisa's eyes as she came at me. Getting laid out was clearly not in her plans for this bout.
Fists bashed all over me, but I absorbed the abuse. I could feel the right moment looming like a storm. For a few moments, Djelisa left her head exposed and I landed my right. I thought how great this beauty would look prone on the canvas and I heard an explosion.
Reality stopped. Both Djelisa and I were both in a deep KO daze from punches launched at the same instant.
Djelisa's eyes glanced upward expectantly and vanished behind closed lids. Tottering once, Djelisa toppled to the right, landing on her side.
She's so fuckable, I thought, feeling light headed amid the shouts of the spectators. Bitch knocked me out, I told myself and I was on the canvas.
Emma called out "Two!"
I admired Djelisa's firm thighs, the only thing I could make out through the blurr flooding my vision.
"Seven!" echoed down to me, folowed by blackness.
Djelisa and I had knocked each other unconscious.
Emma, I was told later, went on with the ten count though it was clear neither Djelisa and I were going to answer it.
Nicole and the Asian bikini girls carried two stretchers into the ring and carefully lifted us onto them. With Emma's help, they carried us to our dressing rooms amid boos and cheers.

Two days after the match, Djelisa caught up with me to see how I was doing. We admitted that we had both been unable to stop thinking about each other since recovering from our mutual trip to dreamland.
At some point during the night while we fucked, I discovered what the "more" was I wanted. I fell in love with Djelisa.
I woke the next morning to find Djelisa straddling me like I was a throughbred and she was the jockey. "You in love with me, Will?"
"Hell yes I am!"
"Good boy!" Djelisa kissed me and slugged me on the chin. As I faded away, I heard her say:" Because I own you now!"

Aurora

A drunken argument lead to a brawl, not out of the ordinary for Aurora once she exceeded the four beer safety limit.
She began abusing Cathy, who Aurora never liked, saying: "You don't know how to satisfy Marc, that's why he has two women..what's her name..Miss Big Tits...?"
Cathy, who cohabited with Marc and Paula, leapt to her feet, swinging at Aurora, who ducked.
The drunken female boxer countered with two shots to Cathy's mid-section and a follow-up to her face, sending the smaller girl sprawling on a picnic table, populated by other members of the Amazonia Boxing club who were consuming wine, beer, chicken and cheeseburgers.
The catfight went on for two more minutes, until Aurora seperated Cathy from her senses with a solid right. As she stood iover her unconscious victim, Aurora heard Marc's voice behind her.
"Hey bitch!"
A strong male hand pulled Aurora around, revealing a very angry Marc. The room exploded into darkness.
When she woke the next morning with a pounding hangover, Aurora learned that Cathy had been taken to the emergency room.
"Marc says he wants to settle matters with you at the Amazonia," Desiree, Aurora's friend, explained.
And that was how Aurora found herself in a boxing ring, facing Marc. Alone.
As she learned at the party, Marc could throw a very effective punch. Aurora also noted he was about twenty pounds heavier than her and that that weight was all muscle. She thought he looked pretty sexy, but any horniness Aurora felt couldn't distract her. Marc was still very angry.
Aurora had hoped that Cathy's release from the hospital with no permanent injury might have mellowed Marc, but that was not the case. The way he told Aurora he was going to "make you cry before I make you sleep" convinced the girl pugilist that a hospital bed was in her immediate future.
"Okay, Marc, okay!" Aurora tried to sound repentant and concilitory as she approached Marc. "You're gonna punch my lights out. And after what I did to Cathy, I don't blame you."
Aurorda stepped directly in front of Marc. "There's just one thing I want before you knock me out."
"What?" growled Marc.
Aurora flashed her best bedroom eyes. A jolt went through Marc.
"I always wanted to give you...you know..lip service.."
Not waiting for Marc, Aurora began kissing his chest, working down his body until she reached his crotch. "I'll never have this chance again!" Aurora pressed her lips to the erection already growing in his shorts. "Please?"
Marc started to work his trunks down, but Aurora gently took the waistband and drew the garment to Marc's feet.
Aurora let the massive penis rub against her face and then took it lovingly into her mouth. Instinctively, Marc's gloved hands pressed the back of her head.
"Oh yeah....you...know...!"
Aurora sucked lustily, transporting Marc to orgasm as quickly as she could. Marc yelled and gasped as he came in Aurora's throat.
Aurora pulled his trunks back up as March sagged against the turnbuckle.
"That was fucking incredible, sweetheart!" he said, gently rubbing the top of her head.
"You're welcome, Marc!" Aurora replied as she stood on her feet. She kissed him hard on the lips and slammed home a from-the-hip right upper cut.
Marc was out. He wavered on his feet, smiling at Aurora.
"Nighty-night, lover!" Aurora whispered as Marc plumetted to the canvas, face first, out cold.
Aurora walked out of the ring.

Power Girl

It was a few years into her crime fighting career that Power Girl realized how much she enoyed punching men.
The illumination came the day she thwarted Dr. Rabour's evil plan to transform the entire nation's water supply into lime jello. Power Girl, known as Marianne Austen in civilian life, had easily destroyed Dr. Rabour's Fembots and defeated his partner Cassandra and her hench girls, The Bad Kittens. in single combat, that resulted in smashed furniture and the unconscious women slumped in a corner.
"Alright, Power Girl, enough. You have me!" Dr. Rabour extended his clinched hands in surrender.
"I do?" Power Girl felt surprised and turned on.
"Yes. You foiled my insane plot, defeated my Fembots and trounced my girlfriend and her sexy minons! Put the cuffs on already!"
"Oh yeah?"
Power Girl approached the evil genius carefully. This was their fifth, battle-to-the-finish confrontation, but Power Girl finally noticed how good looking Dr. Rabour was, how his brown eyes pierced her and made her horny.
Face to face with her nemisis, Power Girl slugged him hard on the chin. The villian's head shot back. After emitting a long, heavy sigh, he hit the floor next to Cassandra and the Bad Kittens.
Laughing giddily, Power Girl reported the capture of Dr. Rabour to Justice Force HQ, excitement riddling her body. While she waited for the transport squad to arrive, she stared adoringly at Dr. Rabour laying at her feet.

Explaining that she wanted to interrogate Dr. Rabour persoanlly, Power Girl had him transfered to one of the isolated holding cells at Justice Force HQ. After disconnecting the security camera, she ordered Dr. Rabour to sit on the table.
At first the prisoner was confused and worried. Robour knew Justice Force did not use torture to get information, but the gleam in Power Girl's eyes was unsettling.
"Don't fret, Dr. Rabour," Power Girl said, pressing the captive flat on his back and mounting him. "This will be fun for both of us!"
Power Girl kissed Rabour forcefully.
"Uh....Power Girl?,,,,I'm a villian, you know that, right...."
"Shut up, Doctor, and get me undressed!"

They fucked for an hour.
"I can see why Cassandra fought so ferociously for you, Doctor!"
Power Girl had just slipped on her underwear and was stepping into her body suit. "You're a great fuck, Dr. Rabour!"
All the bad guy could do was look at Power Girl in post coital happiness. She gave him another kiss.
"See ya!" she exclaimed.
WHAP!!
The left hook connected perfectly with Rabour's chin, stretching him out on the table. Power Girl kissed her unconscious lover and walked out of the cell.

From that day, Power Girl throughly beat up any male opponent. Even men who worked for Justice Force were targeted.
Max Haig, invovled with Power Princess and Agent Miki, enthusiastically took Power Girl's challenge to box. For two rounds she worked Max over and then put him out. A week later, when he was released from the Justice Force enfirmary, Max spent the night with Power Girl.

And then Power Girl fell in love. The object of her desire was Nicholas Ferras, master thief and forger who had eluded Justice Force for years. The emotion hit Power Girl suddenly as she was scanning the data base of wanted criminals and Ferras' picture appeared. Power Girl suddenly envisioned Ferras unconscious on the canvas of a boxing ring, with a nasty black eye. She knew she found her soul mate and she knew what she had to do.

At a press conference for their upcoming bout, Power Girl and Ferras answwered questions from the media.
Power Girl explained the televised, pay per view event's porceeds would go to charity. "And also, if I win this fight, and I will, Nick Ferras must abandon his life of crime."
Ferrars told reporters that he agreed to these terms for a simple reason: he was going to win.
"When Power Girl first reached out to me about this charity event, I have to admit I was surprised," explained the sauve crook. "But it is for some good causesand it will be an honor to box with so great a public figure as Power Girl!"
A round of applause greeted Ferras' remark.
"And as I have already informed Power Girl, this will all end with her knocked out!"
A peal of laughter followed, but Power Girl smiled confidently. cameras swarmed around the pair for publicity shots. Still smiling, Power Girl leaned back slightly and whispered to Ferras:
"I'm going to knock your ass out!" she purred. "When we're done, you are mine!"

 Ten thousand fight fans, mostly women, crowded the Oring Sports Center on the campus of Blake Mitchell University for the match. A massive cheer went up for Power Girl when she entered the ring, dressed in a skimpy red and blue outfit, along with blue boxing gloves.
Heckling and boos greeted Nicholas Ferras' appearance, but with his usually affected indifference, he waved to the crowds arrogantly. Seeing Power Girl in uniform stopped Ferras in his tracks. As much as Power Girl was in love with him, he was in lust for her.
Power Girl saw that in Ferras' eyes and used it to her advantage. For the first two rounds, Power Girl beat up the distracted bad guy. In the third, she pinned him on the ropes and began the serious effort of knocking him out. The audience screamed with every punch the female justice fighter punished Ferras with.
By the fourth round, Nichols Ferras was out on his feet, a purple shiner on his right eye. Power Girl steadied her soul mate in the center of the ring and kissed him, driving the crowd insane. She leaned toward his ear as she'd done at the press conference.
"I told you this was going to happen, Nicholas," Power Girl whispered. "You ready to be knocked out cold?"
Ferras, barely able to stand, groaned.
"I love you, Nick, I really do!" Power Girl told him.
BAM!!
The upper cut lifted Ferras a few inches off the canvas. For a few seconds, Ferras felt he was floating in a galaxy for bright stars and then he just relaxed into sleep. Ferras never felt himself strike the canvas at Power Girl's feet.

Reporters saw Power Girl enter Ferras' house a few days after the match. That was a Friday. She did not emerge again until late Sunday evening, stating that she spent the weekend helping Nicholas Ferras recover from his devastating loss. Power Girl seemed happy and giggled often while talking to the media. A day later, a very content Nicholas Ferras announced Power Girl had accepted his marriage proposal. 

Helena the Knockout

Marc readily agreed to a knock outs only wrestling match. Looking over Helena, who had challenged him, he felt certain they'd end up fucking.
Helena had white blond hair from a bottle and pouty lips. When Helena spoke, her voice fell from her tongue carelessly, like she was only partially concerned with what went on around her. This was only her attitude. Helena cared very deeply about things that gave her pleasure and wrestling men to knock out was one of them.
Helena chose her wardrobe for the match to ensure Marc's constant horniness: a skimpy white bra and underwear with matching fishnet stockings. She knew that for guys with the particular look Marc had in his eyes that the fish nets were the clincher.
The couple smacked and threw each other around the ring Helena had rented at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Helena used her fists relentlessly on Marc and acted shocked when he finally punched her back.
"Marc?! What was that?" Her face was wide with false outrage. "You just hit me!"
WHAP!
Suddenly Marc was on his back, looking up through blinking eyesat the skinny girl standing over him, delicate hands on her hips.
"You awake, Marc?"
 "Ah...yeah..."
Actual dissapointment crowded Helena's face. "Okay then...get up!"
Marc got to his feet with caution and they wrestled a little more.
Unti the giddy, warm feeling began to simmer in Helena. The excitement would rapidly boil inside her and then Helena would know it was time.
She stung her victim with a sudden back hand slap across his face. As Marc squinted in pain, Helena rammed her elbow directly under his chin. She slipped behind her disoriented opponent and moved her right arm under his jaw and linked its hand with her left bicep. Pulling Marc against her, Helena tightened her arms, laying her free hand on top of his head.
"Just relax now, Marc, you're going to sleep....!"
Marc flung his arms all around, hoping to catch Helena's hair or arms,which made her laugh flirtingly. The giddiness was consuming her completely.
Marc groaned as his struggling slowed down. He felt his knees wobble and then give out, one at a time.
"Going out already,Marc?" Helena spoke in his ear. "Little boy going tosleep?"
When his ass finally touched the canvas, Marc was already going under. His breathing slowed down and his limbs were leaden. "Didn't think these skinny arms could trap you, did you champ?"
Helena squeezed Marc's throat tighter. Spots danced  in his eyes and then bled together.
Marc no longer directed his thoughts. Instead they drifted and he daydreamed of Helena naked on her back, kissing her worshipfully, fucking her hungrily. Then the vision disappeared into blackness.
Helena cruelly flexed her biceps once more into Marc's neck and the settled her unconscious victim on teh canvas.
The joy she felt everytime she knocked a male out coldwashed throug her, drowning a strong compulsion to blow Marc or administer a vigorous handjob to the purple hard on threatening to tear through the front of his shorts.
Helena decided to wait. What she wanted from Marc was best delivered while he was awake.

When Marc emerged from sleep, his eyes flickered until they focused on Helena, sitting only a few feet away. The blond was in her corner, perched on a wooden stool, legs crossed in a suggestive "T" while her arms rested regally on the middle ropes. She reclined on the turnbuckle with easy authority.
"You awake, Marc? Back from dreamland?"
Marc could only groan.
Helena stood and undid her bra,letting it fall from her hands. "How's my baby?" she asked, walking slowly to Marc, inwardly happy that his stiffy had persisted while he was out cold.
Stepping over his waist, she unsnapped her fish net stocking and removed her underwear.
Marc's brain focused rapidly. His hands worked down his shorts. Helena knelt down and took Marc's elongated penis inside her.
For thirty minutes they fucked, Helena riding her lover like a he was donkey to be spurred anytime her showed signs of slowing down. When they finished, both completely satisfied, Helena climbed out of the saddle. She walked,somewhat unsreadily, to her corner, picked up a gym bag and returned. Helena sat down hard her lover's stomach.
"Hey, pay attention honey stick!" ordered Helena, slapping Marc's face sharply. "I'm going toknockyou out again. And this time, you'll be out for awhile."
Marc began to object, but Helena silenced his feeble words by pressing shut his lips with her fingers.
"Shhhhh, sweetheart...I won't be here when you wake up, I'm sorry."
Helena gave Marc a long kiss to make up for the disssapointment she saw in his eyes. With business-like swiftness, she opened the gym bag and took out a red boxing glove. She pulled it slowly on her right hand in front of the awe struck Marc.
"I really like you, Marc, you're sweet guy and a great fuck!" She pulled her glove behind her head. "Now Marc, this is gonna hurt...alot!"
BAM!!
Marc floated in a universe of stars, multicolored and bright. Then he was perfectly asleep.
As she pulled off the boxing glove, an uncontrolable energy burst into her being: she had fallen in love with Marc. The orgasm that pulsed through her body made her scream.
"Whore! Fucking whore!" she yelled in Marc's face and kissed him again.
When she recovered, Helena took a black sharpie marker from the gym bag and inscribed her cell phone number on the front of the boxing glove, drawing a heart pierced by an arrow around the seven digits.
Helean redressed herself and rested the boxing glove on Marc's bare chest.
The cell number was the first thing he saw when he came around, alone, an hour later.