Marcus Apted Part One - Marcus Gets a New Girl

All the twenty-something girls got knocked out pretty quickly by Paula. Proud of her victories since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club, Paula went up against women in their forties. It took three knockout losses to convince Paula she was out of her league. So she switched to men.
The change worked out much better, rewarding Paula with a growing list of sex partners and a dangerous boast to her ego. Paula figured if she could knockout a bunch of guys her age, she could defeat any man. Because of that assumption, she challenged Marcus Apted.
At the Amazonia, the forty-two year old Apted was a mystery. In fighting shape and a an expert boxer, he was extremely attractive to women. He more than reciprocated the feeling, having fucked nearly all the female membership and knocked most of those women out in matches.
When anyone gave it a thought, no one was able to say what he did to make the money he spent lavishly on his lovers. Apted was very vague on the matter. For the last decade, he was a professional thief, specializing in the moveable assets and property of the extremely wealthy.
He had been admiring Paula for a long time before her challenge. Skinny and lose limbed, Paula possessed the tear drop breasts you often see on thin women. Rumors among the small male membership of the Amazonia claimed Paula was promiscuous on an epic level. All those traits appealed to Apted, so he accepted her call to battle.
"How do you read her?"
Emma the Ref glanced over her shoulder as she tied Apted's boxing gloves, eying Paula critically.
"She's in love with dick, that's all," Emma said. "She fights guys so they'll want to fuck her."
Apted smiled. "Her plan is working!"
Emma let out an ironic laugh. She had seen Apted's work in the ring, often and up close. "You be nice about this, Marcus. One, two and she goes down."
"Three should do it." Apted remarked, standing as Emma waved Paula and him to the center of the ring. Emma reviewed the rules, stepped back a few paces and said, "Fight!"
Both threw up their fists. Apted immediately recognized the open, smiling face particular to a horny young woman.
"You ready, Paula?"
"You're going down old man!"
Apted admired Paula's glowing brown eyes, shapely legs and her flat, smooth and exposed midsection.
"I'll assume that means 'yes' '
Apted's right tunneled into Paula's belly. Pain bent her forward, her eyes comically round saucers from the agony.
"OOOOFFF!" burst from Paula at the even harder left to the midsection.
Apted kept the girl from falling as she struggled for air. "Okay, Paula, you ready?"
The response was a moan between two gasps.
Apted's upper cut straightened Paula up and suspended her, flat footed, in front of her attacker.
Her eyes half rolled up behind drooping lids, Paula made two slow swipes at the air and went to the canvas.
"That was quick," Emma the Ref remarked. "Help me with her."
Together, they carried Paula to the recovery room.
Being knocked out for the first time by a man made Paula crazy. She couldn't stop thinking about Apted for two weeks. Then she broke down and called him.
He took her out to dinner and then they went back to his house, where they had sex all night.
"Hey, I can still take you, sweetheart!" Paula said, her brain still spinning the next morning from the potent cocktail of love, lust and multiple orgasms. Apted walked in from the kitchen, left the two plates of breakfast on the table and embraced the naked Paula.
She felt so secure and sexy in Apted's strong arms, especially with his hands on her bare ass as he pulled her close. They exchanged a long kiss.
"I'm sorry sweet heart, you can't."
WHACK!!
The short, hard, from the chest upper cut tagged Paula's chin. She went limp against him.
Apted gave her a kiss on the cheek and carefully deposited her on the bed. For a moment he looked at her naked body and decided she was the one.
Pulling the sheets and blanket to her shoulders, Apted kissed Paula's smiling lips.
He had a proposition for Paula when she came to.

One Punch

Destiny liked Joey, but she found most her clients were likeable people. Pulling a boxing glove over her right hand, she checked Joey one more time and felt she was safe. Joey was handsome, tall and physically well built, a recurring trait in the men Destiny worked with. Often they looked strong enough to give her a serious fight, even put her down and out. But they all craved a woman's knockout punch.
Aware of her sexual appeal to these men, Destiny knew how to be just seductive enough to stoke them. Destiny almost laughed when Joey admitted he liked black women in particular; two of his last three girlfriends had been African-American. This work taught Destiny to discern bigotry from fetish and Joey was solidly in the fetish column.
"All ready?" she asked, banging her gloves together. They were standing in Joey's bedroom, Destiny in tight shorts that clung to her amazonian thighs and Joey bare chested in sweat pants.
"You're going to knock me out?" Anticipation edged Joey's question.
"I'm knocking you out cold."
Joey's face softened, a sign of arousal was the cue. Destiny strolled to him slowly, alternately swaying her arms and then slamming her gloves forcefully.
"You're going to be so knocked out, you'll be gone till morning!" Destiny purred in Joey's face. Joey had forgotten that what was about to happen was going to hurt, especially when he came around. He was taking in every aspect of Destiny, wanting to know every part of the woman.
Destiny clasped his face with her gloves and pulled Joey into a tender, erotic kiss. Then pressing his head into her neck, she drew her lips along his jaw until she reached his ear.
"Good night." she exhaled, gently.
The right upper cut impacted his chin, hitting the 'off switch.' Joey's head jerked back and rapidly fell to his chest. Eyes closed, Joey wobbled a few seconds and slumped against Destiny.
She cradled him for a moment, kissing his head and then eased him onto the bed. Joey dropped heavily, his head just touching the pillow. Throwing down her gloves, Destiny lifted his feet onto the covers.

Joey was asleep for ten minutes. Destiny marveled at the bulge in the front of his very lose sweat pants. When he did come out of it, Joey was slow to wake  because he enjoyed the sensation of being completely laid out by a woman.
Later, when Joey was totally recovered, they fucked for an hour.
Both were so satisfied by the session, that when Joey asked her to stay, Destiny's first impulse was to deliver another KO punch to her lover. Instead, she dressed and kissed him, saying she was always ready for another 'round' whenever Joey was.

Gunilla

Agreeing to a threesome would have solved all their problems, but Gunilla and Louis were territorial.
Louis was satisfied with his relationship with Jax, who he met when he joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. She was Louis' fuck buddy, mostly on the weekends, and that worked out perfectly for the couple. Until Gunilla showed up at the Amazonia and either seduced Jax or Jax fell deeply in love with her, Louis received tentative explanations from his girlfriend at different times.
Looking over Gunilla, who called herself "The Battle Maiden," Louis admitted to himself that he liked her. A light skinned blond in her mid 20s, she had a round, smooth face, with blue eyes that appealed to Louis.
He had seen his rival in a few matches and enjoyed the way she glided around the ring. Gunilla's legs were toned and powerful and especially attractive in the short boxing trunks she wore.Louis had a thing for women in boxing gear, that was why he joined the Amazonia two years ago.

Each one demanded Jax decide who she wanted to be with. As much as she tried, Jax could not settle into monogamy. One afternoon, she sat down with Louis and Gunilla, explaining she had never been more in love with any partner more than Gunilla.
"But the way you do me, Louis, it makes me dizzy sometimes," Jax said. "I can't give that up!"
 "Jax, it is either him or me!" Gunilla stated, in a tone that was pleading and demanding.
"We've been together for a year, Jax honey, that must mean something to you!" Louis argued.
Jax felt the  perplexed depression that always consumed her when trying to solve an emotional problem. She was tired of that emotion.
"Then you two can fight for me in the ring at the Amazonia," declared Jax. "Whoever knocks the other out, gets to have me!"
Jax was unsettled at how fast they agreed.

Putting Louis to sleep in the second round was easy for Gunilla and he helped things along, too.
Louis had fought and even defeated a few women in boxing, but his boxing glove fetish made him weak when he faced his romantic rival. He couldn't take his eyes from her. Gunilla's sexuality, which he barely acknowledged, was magnified by the white trunks and sports bra she wore, which showed off her smooth mid section. Louis' breath fell short the way it did in middle school the first time he kissed a girl.
Gunilla's gloves, always kept level with her tits,  fascinated Louis. The gloves were an older style, tanish-brown and vaguely cartoonish.
The punch that finished Louis off was a right hook. Louis saw it coming, but didn't block it. He only watched Gunilla's face and her body as she delivered the punch. Warm release moved through Louis as he went to sleep, collapsing on the canvas. He knew a woman had knocked him out cold and he was satisfied deep in his soul.
Victory thrilled Gunilla when she saw Louis prone: Jax belonged to her alone!  Happily, she followed Emma the Ref, who declared her winner by a knockout, and Jax as they carried Louis to the recovery room. Emma and Jax searched the all over for smelling salts and had to go outside for them. Alone with her victim, Gunilla reached into Louis' trunks and fondled his erection. Lowering the waistband, Gunilla rapidly masturbated him to an orgasm, laughing when the cum sprayed. Louis sighed contentedly and Gunilla fixed his shorts before Jax returned with the smelling salts.

A week later, Gunilla apologized to Louis for knocking him out.
"I got carried away," she told him. "I need Jax, she's special to me, but this whole situation is silly."
Louis said he understood. When Gunilla turned to walk to her car, Louis clasped her hand and the pair folded into a kiss.
Gunilla spent the night with Louis. She never told Jax about her second partner.      

What a Girl Needs

Desiree seduced Kaylee as Kaylee's marriage was falling apart. Now the fling was over. Desiree had found May, a Vietnamese girl, who had practically moved in with Desiree and her husband, Peter.
Kaylee didn't expect that relationship to go on forever and now she was looking for a new man. Someone long term, even permanent, she decided, since Kaylee was by nature a one man woman.  She also knew she had to be careful as a relative novice who fell in love very quickly. Sam, her ex husband, was only the third boy she had slept with and they had been a couple for a decade.
How much care was needed became clear with her first "new guy," David, who worked out at the Amazonia Boxing Club. It was in one of the Club's empty dressing rooms that he took Kaylee. The pair kept at it for a week, until Kaylee encountered Alma, David's live in girlfriend who he forgot to mention.
The tall, raven-haired Latina confronted her rival when they were alone in the women's locker room and beat her up.
"Changing teams again so soon, slut?" Alma jeered, propping Kaylee, already bruised, groggy and rubber legged, against the wall of lockers. "So you know, David is off limits!"
The punishing right turned off the lights in Kaylee's brain. The blond landed, ass first, on the floor.
"Happy dreams, puta!" Alma grunted and slammed the locker room door behind her.

Laid up for a week as the bruises healed, Kaylee thought about how she had been "owned" by every lover she ever knew. In her heart, Kaylee want to be physically defeated. The best sex with Sam happened after the couple had boxed and Sam delivered the knockout. Desiree recognized the instinct in Kaylee and was sure to put her to sleep in a match before they got together. This had to change, decided Kaylee.
She reviewed the names of straight men she was friends with. Most were immediately eliminated due to marriage or long term relationships - Kaylee wasn't interested in sharing. A few more names were crossed off because those men, no matter how hard they punched or fucked Kaylee, were not interested in commitment. That left Danny. Kaylee decided to be in love with him.

Danny didn't give much thought to Kaylee. They'd gotten to be friends because, at the time, Danny was dating Sam's sister. Kaylee possessed the full tits and round ass he liked, but he wrote her off as "Sam's girl," then as "Sam's wife," and most recently as "Desiree's girl."
When Kaylee called him one afternoon, asking if he was doing anything, Danny was confused. At the restaurant they met at, Kaylee unburdened herself about the breakups with both Sam and Desiree, adding how alone she felt in the world now and how she knew Danny would listen without judgement. Gears began clicking in Danny's head.
Danny reminded her that Sam was his friend, but that he had betrayed his trust with Kaylee.
"And you should have known better with Desiree," consoled Danny, clasping Kaylee's hand in his. She didn't pull away. "She goes through girlfriends like Kleenex. It's mental with her, she can't appreciate anyone that's worth it!"

Kaylee looked forward to her next step.
They met a few days later at the city zoo, where she told Danny, by the tiger enclosure, that she loved him for making time to be with her. Five nights later, they had a dinner that Kaylee prepared especially to show Danny how much she appreciated his friendship.The compliments were completely sincere and Kaylee always whispered them, as though they were a confession only he could hear.
She waited another two weeks and fucked Danny. All that time she wanted sex with him very much, passing each solitary night masturbating to a fantasy image of Danny. She knew that confusion and expectation was coming to a boil in her victim.
She gave Danny one powerful orgasm after the other, like like an army laying siege to a fort. The ramparts finally collapsed and the defenders over run. Danny fell in love with Kaylee.

 "I'm going to fight you, Danny!" Kaylee told him. "A boxing match at the Amazonia."
They were eating in bed the breakfast Danny had quickly thrown together that morning. Before Kaylee's announcement, Danny had done most of the talking. Kaylee just nodded and opened her mouth to consume the scrambled eggs and toast Danny would feed her.
"Wha...Why?" Danny had sat up, shocked, watching Kaylee slip back into her clothes.
"Because I want to hit you with my fists!"
Danny couldn't tell from the expression on her face if she wanted to slug him or start fucking again. "Is something wrong, Kaylee? I thought I did well last night?"
"You were great!" burst out Kaylee at the top of her voice. "You are a monster fuck! I just want to beat you up!"
Giving Danny a long kiss, Kaylee shoved him back on the bed. He watched Kaylee strut from the bedroom.
"She's fucking lost her mind..."  

 
     

Cathy, who volunteered to be in Danny's corner, would have agreed. In the space of their friendship, she had never seen Kaylee so unstable.
"She didn't act this way of Sam or Desiree." Cathy explained as they waited for the bell. Internally, she grimaced when she glanced across the ring at her friend, who was staring at Danny. "Maybe she's come unhinged, I don't know."
"Unhinged?! Kaylee's front door has been kicked in!"
Cathy agreed. When the bell sounded, Cathy told Danny to do the best he could and shoved him forward.
Kaylee was waiting, fists up, stalking a semicircle around her beloved.
"I'm not up for this, Kaylee. I might hurt you."
"Shut up!" Kaylee shouted and followed up with a left-right combination to Danny's skull, dazing him.
"Fine!" he said, moving at Kaylee.
Kaylee backed away instantly, letting Danny pursue. He landed a few, but very precise, hard punches, careful not to strike her breasts or below the belt. Kaylee recognized his hesitation. My boy is being a gentleman, she thought. Reversing her footwork, the blond materialized in front of Danny, throwing jabs to his head. Desperate to stop the assault, Danny let fly with a single blow that mashed Kaylee's right breast.
"Asshole!" she shouted. Danny was stunned.
"Wait, Kaylee, I didn't see..."
WHAP!
The right upper cut landed just below Danny's chin. He staggered, glassy eyed, listening to girlish laughter. The right hook collided with his head and blackness came down in a curtain.
A voice called through the murk. Hours seemed to drift by as the sounds "...kneee...!" became comprehensible. Danny saw he was in his corner. Cathy just waved smelling salts under his nose. "Steady, Danny!" was her advice.
"How long...?"
"Two minutes. The bell saved you. I think Kaylee might have creamed her trunks."
Danny focused across the ring, where his lover relaxed against the turnbuckle, arms stretched on the middle ropes. I'm never sleeping with her again, he concluded.
"You have another round in you, Danny?"
"You bet I do!"
Danny launched at Kaylee, who gave him a feline smile.
"Bitch!" he said audibly and hammered Kaylee's chin in mid step. Her head popped back, eyes rolling up. Danny tagged her chin a second time. The impact of Kaylee landing rattled the ring. Kaylee was out cold when Emma the Ref began the count.
Partially winded from throwing the combination, Danny stood staring at Kaylee with growing fear. At "Five," Kaylee's limbs and head stirred. Her eyes blinked into focus. Sitting up with her arms, Kaylee glared at Danny. Emma stopped counting and waved Cathy into the ring and together they carried Kaylee back to her corner.
As Emma checked Kaylee's eyes for signs of  concussion, Danny stood over Emma's shoulder. "Kaylee, this is over! We're done here!"
"No we are not!"
The flat coldness of the denial froze Danny.
Kaylee was on her feet, pushing away both Emma and Cathy as if she had never been unconscious. Danny raised his gloves and punches erupted. They battered each other for more than a minute. Danny was desperate to put Kaylee down and end the match. Kaylee was intent on knocking her lover out again.
"It's coming Danny! I love you so much, I'm going to destroy you!"
The right upper cut pasted Danny as he uncorked a right hook on Kaylee. Both fighters stumbled wildly and Danny went to the canvas, knocked out cold.
Kaylee, in a KO daze, looked around the ring and then at her prone opponent. As her eyes drifted shut, a feeling of satisfaction and completion flooded her.
Emma and Cathy stood over the two boxers who were completely iced.
"Well, they're out for the count!" Emma said, after checking first Kaylee and then Danny.
"And deeply in love." added Cathy. 

Donna, Will and Karen

Donna knew what Will was about from the way he looked at her tits. "Submissive worship" was the phrase for what she saw and went after him.
After they worked out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she invited to her house for a beer. As they sat in her back yard talking, Donna's initial suspicions were confirmed. Will's eyes focused alternately on her chest and her expertly developed biceps, leaving Will response to anything she said a few seconds behind.
"Hey, let's fight, Will!" suggested Donna, putting up her fists. "Wanna fight me?!"
Will couldn't agree fast enough and helped Donna spread the thick, blue wrestling mats on the lawn.
"Think you can beat me, Will?" she asked, coyly flicking a few punches at his head. As they circled closer to each other, Donna could see Will's attention was directed on her chest and biceps...and not her fists.
"I'll fucking knock you out!" Will answered.
"Not in the ring, sweetie!" said Donna. "Maybe in the sack, but not in a boxing match! You like fighting slutty women with big tits!?"
"I'll tell you when you wake up, Donna!"
"Oh, yeah?"
He hasn't thrown a punch yet, observed Donna to herself. Trying to provoke me! Well, here it comes!
Usually, Donna was careful at this stage of any match with a man she didn't know, even after she decided he was looking to get beat up by a woman. Some guys were sadists in disguise. But not this one, she thought as she stepped in and slugged Will in the midsection.
"Night-night!" she told the doubled over male and landed a right hook . Will dropped immediately to the mats.
"Come on, get up!!" Donna ordered her unmoving victim. After a few seconds, she rolled Will over on his back and unzipped his jeans. Reaching down the front of his briefs, Donna felt the particular personal satisfaction she derived from clasping an erection. She rubbed it vigorously until Will came and then looked at Will's face, to confirm the smile she already knew would be there.

They had sex all night.
 When she asked him if he remembered being masturbated while out cold, Will detailed an erotic dream of fucking Wonder Woman against the turnbuckle of a boxing ring.
"Did you service her or her you?" Donna asked, during a break in the love making.
"I pleasured the warrior princess."
It disappointed Donna the next morning when she realized Will wasn't the one. He was close, very close, in fact, to the submissive lover or "Gentle" she was after. Will expressed his desire to be knocked out a little too clearly, leaving Donna little to stalk for in a potential mate. But the sex had been fantastic and she liked Will for that. So much, that she knew she should introduce him to Karen.

The next day, Donna showed Will to her friend, who was in the middle of working a speed bag at the Amazonia. For a moment, Will could say nothing.

Clad in red boxing gloves, dark black shorts and a sleeveless athletic top that enhanced her cantaloupe breasts and contrasted with her smooth skin. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a "I mean business" pony tail, that rested at the base of her neck. A slim strand of hair fell between the hazel eyes that drilled into Will. Her expression made him wonder if she was about to punch him out.
"Hey, handsome!" said Karen, steading the speed bag. She swaggered to Will, her gloves at chest level. Karen's pink lips curled into a smile.
"Know what you are?" she asked Will, poking her right glove in his chest, nudging him back slightly. "You are a Gentle, a guy who wants women to beat him up. I knock out a Gentle every day, because I'm a Rough and Roughs knock out Gentles, rule of nature. Am I right?"
Good old Karen, Donna thought, never one for preliminaries.
"Yeah..." Will muttered, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Of course I am." Karen clasped Will's hand in her two gloves and lead him to an empty dressing room a few feet away. Shutting the door, she quickly embraced Will in a long kiss. "I usually go with women, but I need a guy, too. One guy is all. Are you it?"
Before Will could blurt "Yes!", Karen pressed her lips to his. In one quick motion, Karen shed her right boxing glove and deftly removed both of her breasts. Will kissed them immediately, reveling in the white smoothness of her skin and the feel of the pink nipples on his tongue. Karen pressed his face into her cleavage.
"Will?" she asked him.
"Yeah?" He looked up expecting to have the rest of her clothes off in seconds.
Waiting outside, Donna heard the sharp "WHAP!" of  leather hitting skin, followed by "OHHHHFFF!" Inside, she found Karen tucking her breasts back into her top and Will sprawled on the floor, out cold and smiling.
"Tell lover boy, when he comes around, that I'm going to publically beat his ass next Friday night!"
"It's true love, then, Karen?"
The blond ignored Donna's sarcasm and knelt down by Will. Clasping his chin with her free hand, she titled his face up right and kissed him.
"He'll probably love every minute of it," Karen remarked as she left the dressing room.

Donna was in Will's corner as she promised she would be when he came out of Karen's knockout. The pair had spent that night together, even though Will was over his head in love with Karen. He had been powerfully aroused by being laid out by the big blond and Donna was equally stoked by seeing Will prone.
Dressed exactly as he had for the first encounter with Will, Karen sat against the turnbuckle, banging her gloves together, as her lover, Desiree, rubbed her shoulders. Looking at Karen from across the ring, Donna and Will knew how the match would end and they both anticipated it.
The start of round one was cheered by the entire female membership of the Amazonia, who were ringside. Will probed Karen with a few punches to see what she would do. After giving Will a half a minute to put on a show for the spectators, Karen slammed her right fist directly in his face.
When Will's eyes opened, he was on his back at the edge of the ring, Donna imploring him to wake up. He began to stand when Emma the Ref called out "Six!"
"Didn't cum yet?" Karen taunted.
"Bitch!" Will answered, his voice and legs unsteady. "Bitch!"
Karen knew the trick: Gentles try to instigate their Rough into giving them the beating they crave before she's ready to give it.
"That's so cute, sweetheart!"
Karen walked into Will, unleashing punches all over his body. Will's arms instinctively closed around his torso, but Karen could see his eyes rolling with pleasure. Will was sunk against the ropes when the bell rang, ending the round.
Donna knew Will was too dazed from the beating and too high from arousal to hear her. "It's over this round, Will," she said in his ear. "Karen's going to knock you out, take the pain away for awhile."
The bell for round two clanged.
Donna kissed Will's cheek. "Good night, Will!"
Will grunted and pushed off the stool to met Karen, who seemed to move toward him like a bride walking down a church aisle. A few inches from her new lover, Karen uncorked a right to Will's chin, that almost knocked him out cold. But he stayed standing.
"It's time, Will, it's time!!" Karen whispered.
The follow up blow hammered its target hard on the jaw. There was a wave of pain and then a fade to numbness. Will's vision began to retract into darkness.
"I own you now, hear me Gentle! You're gonna wake up as my personal possession!"
Will thrilled at Karen's words, shouted through the distortion of the KO daze he was sinking into rapidly. The ring began to spin.
WHAP!
Karen's right upper cut lifted Will a few inches from the canvas. One long scream of pleasure came from the spectators.
"Yes!" Donna shouted, strangling the ropes.
"Fuck you!" Karen began screaming at Will, who was unconscious at her feet. "Fuck you, you are my bitch!"
Emma the Ref inserted herself between victor and victim, pushing Karen back and waving Donna into the ring. Karen shoved back, screaming, "Count his ass out! Do it, Emma!"
Emma the Ref ignored her and pressed the blond back, this time into the restraining arms of Desiree.
Donna and Emma sat Will up, but he was lifeless. Donna waved smelling salts under his nostrils and he jerked awake. The two women carefully walked him back to his corner.
"He's mine!" Karen yelled across the ring, half breaking from Desiree's arms. "He's mine!"

    

Holiday Knockouts Part 2

Night Shadow was in the changing room next to the one occupied by her girlfriend Lady Puma. Just like her male counterparts, Christmas shopping held no attraction for the diminutive crime fighter, but she had found a pair of blue jeans that she really liked and decided to try them on, while Lady Puma went through all the skits and blouses.

In the past, Night Shadow had romances with both men and women, but this was Lady Puma’s first same sex relationship. When Night Shadow (civilian identity: Cathy Hornby) joined Justice Force, she immediately fell for Lady Puma (aka: Jackie O’Toole). After some hesitation, Lady Puma gave into Night Shadow’s seduction and the two had been a couple for the last three years.

As much as Night Shadow loved Jackie, her enthusiasm for cloths shopping eluded Night Shadow. Well, a small sacrifice, she decided, as she tried to button the jeans. Night Shadow didn’t know why that was giving her trouble; the jeans had slid over her slender legs and waist. Night Shadow caught a sweet odor, like the one at her dentist’s office. The smell grew stronger and, as much as she tried, Night Shadow could not move her fingers.

“Hey…what’s. go…” she asked, dreamily. “Feel…good…”

Night Shadow’s vision blurred and she couldn’t move her mouth or tongue. She felt too happy and relaxed. The smell engulfed her and Night Shadow took one more breath, before her eyes closed and there was no opening them. She never felt her face smack the carpeted floor.

Outside the dressing room, two Asian women, dressed as store maintaince workers, rolled a large laundry basket to the door. Pulling on gas masks, retrieved from the basket, they entered the dressing room and emerged seconds later, carrying the sleeping girl. Swinging their load twice, they flung the super heroine in the basket and quickly covered her with clothes.

“Another excellent job, ladies!” said Carlita, who had just appeared. The operatives removed their masks and nodded their thanks. “Roll Night Shadow out to the van, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Carlita walked to the fitting room Lady Puma was in. “Jackie, you ready yet?” Carlita asked, raising her voice in a fair imitation of Night Shadow.

“Is that you, Cathy?” Lady Puma responded.

“No.”

Carlita cracked the door enough to insert her arm and slugged Lady Puma on the jaw. The punch landed perfectly. Lady Puma was out cold before her body hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

“Merry Christmas, femme!” Carlita spat at Lady Puma and joined her minions at the loading bay.

“Hello, you must be Marcus…Marcus Portman?”
Marcus Portman looked up at the voice that called his name and saw Carlita across the fitting room.

“Who are you?!”
“Carlita. But you may already know me as Lady Seda.”

  Marcus knew the name very well. Lady Seda was the arch enemy of his girlfriend, Tiger Girl, one of the leaders of Justice Force. Marcus bolted quickly for the exit, only to stop short before the two stunningly beautiful Asian women blocking him. They smiled sinisterly.

“May I introduce my associates, May Kagai and Charika Shiga.”

“Hello, Mr. Marcus!” they said in unison, forming fists.

“If I understand correctly, you are Tiger Girl’s latest main squeeze? Nice to see she’s dating outside the super hero gene pool, an attractive but severely limited group.”

“What’s this about?”
“Excellent, straight to the question!” Lady Seda walked up to Marcus. “You seem like an intelligent man, so I’ll reveal my evil plans to you. I used to be a member of the Sisterhood of Evil, you’ve heard about us?”

“Who hasn’t? Justice Force crushed your crime syndicate!”

Lady Seda rolled her eyes at her captive’s earnestness, fueled, no doubt, by Tiger Girl’s loving.

“Yes, that’s true. But we’re making a big comeback and under my leadership!”

“And what’s my part in all this?” Marcus asked.

“You are the final installment of my four part ‘Super Heroine’s Significant Other Kidnapping” project. We’ll be sending out ransom notices as soon as you’re secured in our secret hideout.”

“Justice Force will never cave into extortion!”

“Really? I think they will. The flaw in Good Girls is that they form attachments to their lovers. I’ll bet Tiger Girl is already discussing marriage?”

“Uh…now that you mention it, yes…”

“See, sentimental attachments can be so dangerous in crime fighting, so they will pay up!” Lady Seda looked at May and Charika. “Ladies, please kidnap Marcus now.”
A merciless neck chop struck Marcus below his left ear. Marcus groaned loudly as pain twisted through his body, leaving him dazed, his eyes comically glassy.

The second chop landed on the right side. Lights went out and Marcus folded limply to the ground. May and Charika smiled.

“I think you two enjoyed that!”

A look that closely resembled remorse came over the female thugs.

“We have a question?” said May, almost timidly.

“Go ahead.”

“When you’re done with this one, can we keep him? You know…to play with?”

Lady Seda considered the request. “I’ll have to see. Marcus already has one owner and Tiger Girl does not like sharing. But don’t despair, let’s see how things work out. You never know, do you, ladies?”

Holiday Knockouts Part 1

Having spent the afternoon fabricating interest in Power Princess' gift selections, Max used the filmiest excuse to escape. He was looking for sports jackets. Power Princess, in her civilian identity of Janie Ellison, had dragged her boyfriend to the mall to complete Christmas shopping, totally oblivious to his pronounced indifference.
Three other Justice Force members had hauled their significant others to the same shopping center. Max hoped that if he wandered around enough, he'd run into Astounding Man, Night Shadow or Marcus Portman and they could go get a beer.
"Excuse me, sir?" a sweet female voice addressed Max. Max turned to see a stunningly beautiful Asian girl directly in front of him. A delicate smile illuminated her pretty face and made her compact, but very generous figure even more attractive.
"Yes?" Max answered, smiling wolfishly.
"Do these shorts show off too much of my thighs?"
The girl quickly spun around and bent over, displaying the cheeks of an ass that was barely concealed by pink shorts that had "KNOCKOUT" written on the seat.
"No! No!...God, they're fine!" Max stammered.
The mental image of those shorts fallen at the girl's ankles as she smiled invitingly at Max was the last coherent thought he had before hearing a distinct "THUMPH!" A dull ache swam through his skull. Max was unconscious within seconds, but he remained standing, swaying passively, his half open eyes glassy.
"You got him good, Lady Gwen!" the Asian girl stated. "He's out on his feet!"
 Dressed in a harlequin body suit, Lady Gwen emerged from the large coat rack, pleased to have knocked out her former lover.
Twirling the leather black jack that she had just applied to the back of Max's head, Lady Gwen walked slowly around the incapacitated male, assessing her handiwork.
"Yep, very sweet!" she exclaimed and pressed a kiss to his cheeks.
"You know him?" the Asian girl asked.
"Yes, Chakira, Max and I do have a history." Lady Gwen used her index finger to tilt Max's chin to a level position. "At one time, I couldn't get enough of his cock!"
Lady Gwen and Max had been lovers while in the employ of The Sisterhood of Evil, the now defunct female crime organization. Then Max fell for Power Princess and Agent Miki of Justice Force, the two women he had been assigned to kidnap.Although, Max had helped destroy the Sisterhood and Gwen later found true love with a guy named Ethan, she was still nostalgic for his love making.
"I still love you Max," Lady Gwen said, pulling her fist back as far as her arm would go. "But you need to come with us!"
The right hook finished Max off and he fell heavily into Chakira's arms. The bad girls carried Max into the coat rack and lowered him carefully through an open trap door.  When their arms could reach no further, they let go. Max dropped a few feet, landing in a laundry cart stuffed with clothing. Another Asian girl, Chakira's partner, threw more cloths on top of him and rolled him away.

No one recognized Martin Walder as he moped around sportswear and he was glad of it. Known to the general public as the crime fighter Astounding Man, he was Atomic Girl's latest boyfriend. Like Max, Martin found Christmas shopping tedious and had ditched Atomic Girl in housewares. She had spent the last hour ominously asking Martin if he liked the furniture, kitchen appliances and baby clothes she looked at. As he contemplated how best to evade Atomic Girl's marriage scheme while at the same time keeping her in his bed, Astounding Man was distracted by women's cheers and laughter from the other side of the department.
Martin found a mass of female shoppers crowded around a boxing ring, that had been set up in the display area.
Martin froze in his tracks when he saw the busty female boxer striding around the ring, gloved fists raised in triumph as a limp male challenger was carried out.
"Who has the manhood to fight me, Carlita the Destroyer of Men!? Come on, we're demonstrating today how a woman can defeat any challenger through boxing! Who has the balls!"
Carlita's tight black tank top displayed her breasts and well developed biceps. Her long, powerful shapely legs gave Carlita's movements the grace of a stalking panther. Carlita was exactly Martin's type.
When he accepted the challenge and climbed through the ropes, Martin was sure he would knock this loudmouthed female out cold.Tail twitchers with big tits were useless when it came to fighting, he reminded himself as two Asian girls in pink shorts tied up his boxing gloves.
At the bell, Martin came straight out, but Carlita hung back a few moments, looking her challenger over.
"You got something for me, hammer dick!" she asked when she faced Martin.
 "Yeah, I'll save it for when you regain consciousness!"
"I'm really looking forward to that...Astounding Man!"
"What?"
The "WHAP!" of the glove striking Martin's face echoed around the display area, followed by an outburst of laughter from the spectators. Martin fleetingly struggled to understand what had just happened to him, but his thoughts drained into darkness. His limp body struck the canvas.
Carlita's fists again reached for the ceiling, celebrating her victory. "You see, ladies, there is no man too big that he can't be knocked out!"
The holiday shoppers cheered their heroine loudly as another male answered the call for another opponent. No one noticed the two girls in shorts loading Martin on a gurney and rolling him out to the loading bay. They quickly loaded him into a waiting ambulance. The doors slammed shut and the vehicle, lights flashing, sped off.