The Good Girl vs. The Bad Boy

 

Jennifer Sandoval, Justice Force agent, had Max Gallant, professional cat burglar, exactly where she wanted him. Pinned in a corner, her arm across his chest, fixing him in place. 

"I have waited a long time for this moment, Max Gallant!" she declared with audible excitement. They were face to face and Gallant could only see steel determination in Sandoval's luminous brown eyes. 

"This is not really what it looks like..." Gallant started his lie.

"Really? You in the Metropolitan Museum of Art at three in the morning, about to walk out with this institution's most valued of possessions?"

Glancing down at the prize he sought, Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa's Sister, Connie" propped against the wall, Gallant sighed in resignation. 

"Fine Agent Sandoval I did try to steal this DaVinci, worth millions on the black market, but I did it...to...ahhh...get your attention!"

"What!"

"I have always wanted to get..to tell you how I feel about you...that you're a special person!"

Gallant had always found Agent Sandoval sexually appealing,  but he felt the same way toward many members of Justice Force,  the all female crime fighting organization. In the past, he seduced easily some younger members of the group, but an experienced professional like Agent Sandoval would be difficult. 

"....and I know that I 'm a bad boy,  but I have feelings, too. I hoped there could be something between us despite everything!"

Tender puzzlement swept Sandoval's face. She was unsure of the prisoner's sincerity. Gallant pulled Sandoval into a deep kiss. The super heroine shuddered with surprise and arousal. 

Gallant effortlessly reached his right hand to the zipper at the back of Sandoval's top and gently pulled downward. 

"Hey!" shouted the brunette,  shoving Gallant into a wall. 

Fuck! So close! he thought. Sandoval's right detonated on his chin. A galaxy of bright stars exploded and Gallant's whole body swayed clownishly as his eyes rolled up.

With a deep sigh. the thief sagged,  landing across Agent Sandoval's shoulder. 

"Out cold!" Sandoval proclaimed and gave Gallant's ass a loving slap. "Let's get you ready for the next round!" She carried her prisoner to her car.

Jennifer Sandoval takes the prize, decided Gallant, filling two champagne glasses with Bollinger 2012. He had one offs with Justice Force members, mostly new graduates from the Academy, prone to the charms of a suave gentleman thief with perfect amount of paternal gray hair on his temples. 

But Agent Sandoval was a veteran and a wild cat under the covers. Of course she was clear with Gallant that he was going to jail no matter how many screaming orgasms he provided. 

Gallant turned the Maltese Falcon head signet ring on right hand downward and squeezed the sides. A small needle popped out.

Sandoval and Gallant,  now both dressed, held each other closely in the livingroom of the hotel they had their fling after Gallant's capture. 

"A toast to what remains of your freedom," Sandoval said, raising her glass. The thief responded and the pair clinked glasses.  

"Thank you Agent Sandoval! May I have one more kiss before my formal arrest?"

Sandoval smiled her consent and their lips joined passionately. A short pain stabbed into Sandoval's buttocks. 

"Ohhhh! What was that?!"

Gallant blithely raised his right hand, revealing the signet ring needle. 

"You bastard! Did you ....!?"

"Of course. Don't worry Jennifer, you only got a light dose. You'll sleep for about eight hours. Plenty of time for me to escape."

"Eight...?" Sandoval spoke as if she were floating in space. 

"Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Sandoval sagged and Gallant gathered her quickly in his arms. She gazed at him, eyes losing focus. 

"Jer...k...!"  Gallant watched Sandoval's lips struggle to form more words. Her vision blurred and Sandoval felt consuming relief as she relaxed and went to sleep in Gallant's strong grasp.

Laying the crime fighter on the bed, Gallant slipped a pillow under her head. A sleepy smile formed on her lips. 

"You're dreaming about the man who subdued you," Gallant observed, placing a banket on Sandoval. "You're that kind of woman."

"Good night, Agent Sandoval," he whispered in her ear. 

"Ga...nigh...Daddy.." murmured Sandoval. 

Gallant rode the elevator to the ground floor. Being a gentleman, he paid another day on Sandoval's room before leaving. 

For the eight hours she was knocked out,  Agent Sandoval dreamed erotically of Batman, Green Arrow, Tony Stark and most intensely,  Max Gallant. Dreaming of Gallant made her angry, along with him drugging her after she gave her body to him so completely. 

"I'm going to destroy the bastard and I'm going to do it in public!" she told Puma Girl.

"Then challenge Gallant at the Amazonia Boxing Club," Puma Girl suggested. "Call in the media and make it 'The Good Girl vs. The Bad Boy'!"

That made perfect sense to Sandoval. 

"Put the little bitch to sleep for me, Max, honey!"

"No Max, work her over first! Make Sandoval want to be knocked out!"

The requests came from Lady Raquel and Calico Sarah, both members of the Sisterhood of Evil, sworn enemies of Justice Force and Gallant's current "friends with benefits." Both women were massaging Gallant's shoulders. Gallant kept focused on Sandoval and her seconds, Puma Girl and Agent Mikita, across the ring.

"Keep your eyes peeled, ladies, Daddy is sending Ms. Sandoval to Dreamland very quickly. Then we can celebrate my victory in Antigua!"

Both women kissed Gallant, reassuring him of their boundless love as the first round bell rang.

Both fighters moved swiftly. Sandoval smiled at the chance at punching such an attractive male. Gallant was cautious. He had felt a one-punch KO from his challenger already and he knew she was pissed at being drugged. 

"Come on, Max, come to Mama!" Sandoval taunted. "It's nap time!"

"Fine!" Gallant sneered and hurtled into Sandoval.  A space opened where her left glove should have protected her jaw and Gallant swung hard. 

Sandoval twirled along the ropes, baffled by the ring rotating wildly. When she halted, Sandoval was hit a second time. The merciless punch froze the boxer on her feet. The male fighter threw a right, tagging Sandoval's chin. Her head went back.

She slumbered peacefully, collapsed against the ropes where she landed ass-first. Sandoval never even twitched as Emma the Ref counted to ten as slowly as possible.  Gallant was enraptured by how beautiful Sandoval looked, defenseless and unconscious. 

The bell clanged loudly when Emma yelled "SEVEN!" Puma Girl and Agent Miki scrambled to their sleeping friend. Carefully they gathered the unresponsive fighter in their arms and moved Sandoval back to her corner. Emma ordered Gallant to his corner, but he dodged around her, desperate to witness Sandoval come out of the knock out.

Sandoval's head moved slowly even as her eyes remained closed. Her seconds called her name while massaging her shoulders. When her jaw fell slack, a bit of pink tongue became visible. The eye lids, closed for the last minute and a half, began to rhythmically open and close.

"Oh Jesus, she's gorgeous!" Gallant muttered when Sandoval's chest began move up and down. He recalled how those breasts felt to caress as he returned to his corner.

Five minutes passed before Jennifer Sandoval recovered and Emma the Ref was told she would continue the match. The mostly female crowd screamed approval when she strode out, intent on demolishing Gallant. 

"I've got something to tell you, Max, before I turn your lights out for the evening!" Sandoval insisted. 

"What's that?"

"Pussy always knocks out cock," she replied. And Good Girls always own Bad Boys in the last round!"

Gallant saw Sandoval wink and smile at him.

BAM!!

Agent Sandoval paraded around the ring as Emma the Ref counted Gallant out. The victorious superherione hefted the limp male over her shoulder and carried him from the gym and out to the transport waiting for them.

"Well, girls, Max Gallant," she told Puma Girl and Agent Mikita who were waiting inside. "And he's under new management!"

Knocked Out by a Nerd Girl

 

I trusted a girl named Primrose. 

Turns out a lot of guys inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club made that mistake. Peering through black rimmed glasses at a world she seemed determined to fumble around in, Primrose appeared unsure of everything, especially men. In conversation, she laughed out loud at the slightest joke a guy told. A snorted chuckle from Primrose always ended with a "hhhmmph!" The only subject she was comfortable discussing was chemistry. 

But her body was stunning. 

Primrose came up just short of having an hourglass figure. Men at the Amazonia, when they spoke to her, stared at her 32 DD chest. In time we got over her atrocious social skills and each of us challenged Primrose to a fight. 

Primrose fidgeted in her corner,  talking to Emma the Ref. I had asked Emma to check if Primrose still wanted to fight. Still wearing her "nerd girl" glasses, Primrose nodded affirmatively. Desiree, her second, removed the glasses before the bell rang.

"She's not afraid of you," Emma informed me. I fired a glance across the ring. Startled by the aggression in my eyes, she smiled apprehensively. "Marty,  curtail your instinct to be a dick!"

"Sure!" I replied. "I'll put this one down for her nap quickly!"

Twenty seconds into round one, I walked into Primrose's right. I heard nothing- not the female spectators calling me an asshole or the bell clanging. I just saw Primrose's evil, alluring smile and blackness. 

Desiree told me days later that I was instantly out on my feet in a KO daze. My fists were still raised, but my eyes were half shut, revealing slits of white. 

"You looked so cute!" Desiree added.

I woke briefly as I was carried from the ring by Desiree and Emma, catching a glimpse of her fine ass before going back to sleep.

The next time I saw her, I admitted to Primrose, "You have a powerful right!"

"Yeah." She gave me a anxious sigh. "I've been doing that since I was thirteen. All the boys in my neighborhood thought they could pick fights with brainiacs like me."

Her high volume laugh detonated again. 

"I put everybody out cold! The one I sent to the hospital became my first real boyfriend."

They're all freaks, I decided, even the smart ones.

"You got a steady girl?" Primrose blurted suddenly. 

"Not right now, " I answered truthfully. 

"Great!" exclaimed Primrose and pulled me into a strong kiss.

Prim fed off orgasming, each powerful climax fueling the desire for the next. I was exhausted by sunrise, but Prim still straddled my hips, the sunlight that filled my bedroom illuminating her wild hair.

"I've got a surprise for you, Marty!" she sang to me, suggestively wiggling her tits.

"Please, Prim, enough!.....I can't take any more...!"

"Yes, more!"

Entraping my throat in her arms, Prim kissed me and buried my face in her bosom, sealing off my mouth and nose. 

Hearing Prim's giggles, I thought she was just getting me fired up for more fucking, but I realized I couldn't breathe. Yanking at her arms made Prim laugh louder. Darkness swarmed my vision.

Prim chirped, "This is my favorite part!" and I submerged into warm sleep. 

The next day Primrose texted me a video clip with the line "I 'knockered' you out!" attached. The clip showed me out cold on my bed, with Primrose leaned on my chest, smiling into the cell phone camera. 

"Look at you, Marty, sleeping like a baby!" She slapped her tits against my passive face, getting no reaction. "I guess I was too much woman for you!"

She climbed off me and vanished, returning minutes later fully dressed. "You were a great fuck, Marty, but I never have the same guy twice! Bye!

I had been cut off and I was pissed. Primrose gleefully accepted a second opportunity to punch me out. 

"Let's get going so I can KO you now! I have a date!" Primrose said, standing before me in one of the Club's private rings. 

"Hey, Prim take off your glasses!" I mentioned. 

"Oh, yeah, thanks!" Primrose set glasses down behind the turnbuckle. "Okay, let's...."

BAP!

It wasn't the hardest uppercut I ever landed, but it was the meanest. It was ecstasy to see Primrose's head jerk back, mouth gaping. Her body folded rapidly, slumping in the corner.

"Too much man for you?" I taunted the unconscious woman. I slipped her glasses back on her face, leaving a kiss on her cheek, before leaving the ring.

Knockout Girls

 

After he saw them together, Jim instinctively knew Pammy and Aiko were inseparable. But he ignored this gut feeling. 

Both women had sex with men and Pammy particularly with men in their forties, a category Jim fit perfectly. Neither woman was what's called traditionally beautiful,  but compensated by having "It", a sexuality their bodies radiated. 

Jim and Pammy's first match was proposed by Pammy, a short and skinny women, who possessed curvy hips and brown hair that went below her shoulders. All she wore to the private bout were short trunks and a tight, white sports bra.

"Now remember what you promised me, Jim."

"I knock you cold," replied Jim.

"And when I least expect! It has to be that way!"

At first, Jim was flummoxed by Pammy asking,  pleading to be punched out in the ring. This chick needs help, he decided. But when Pammy described in detail how horny she became by being sent to Dreamland by the "fists of an older man", Jim found agreement a lot easier. 

They moved around each other slowly, Pammy deliberately leaving her fists a little too low beneath her chin.

As the punching continued, neither fighter holding back, Pammy frantically asked herself  "When?! When?!" Jim noticed her punching got harder, probably out of intense anticipation and arousal. At the apex of that excitement, Jim swung hard.

BAP!!

Pammy went out instantly, but her body hung on, swaying in mid air, before impacting the canvas.  Jim silently removed his boxing gloves and detached the cam corder that recorded the entire match from its tripod, positioned just outside the ropes.

Tenderly,  he scanned every inch of the fallen woman's body. When Pammy's tranquil face appeared in the view finder, he addressed her directly. 

"I knocked you out cold. Pammy! You are so beautiful and vulnerable!"

Jim gathered the sleeping beauty in his arms and carried her to the recovery room. Pammy was three days recovering.  When couple saw each other again, Pammy spent an hour revealing how deeply satisfying their session was.

"When I saw blackness?.....it was like I was in a lover's arms!"

This one definitely needs help! Jim thought again, but that didn't restrain him from asking if Pammy wanted to go back to his place.

Pammy liked being on the bottom. She loved the half mad look in many men's eyes when they penetrated her and Pammy wanted men to penetrate her. 

When she mentioned Aiko, Jim was casual about involving another woman in the relationship,  but was secretly thrilled. 

"How bad would you hurt me, Jim?" Aiko asked. "As bad as you did to Pammy?"

At first Jim thought the pretty Asian girl was making a sexual innuendo and quickly realized the two lovers were wired the same way.

"I don't know if that's a good idea?" asserted Jim.

"Why not?! We do this with other men....a lot!"

"But you're actually in love with Pammy?"

A sting of fear went through Aiko.

"I like men, too!" Aiko blurted, violently and then collected herself. "Pammy and I need a man...a guy like you...to rough us up..."

Jim suddenly discovered how appealing Aiko really was. 

All three were in one of the Amazonia's private boxing rings.

"Who wants to be first?" Jim demanded in a voice cruel and seductive. 

Aiko and Pammy were in boxing gear, but their shorts and tops were designed to show a lot of skin. Their hearts were racing.

"Who!?" Jim barked louder, making both women jump where they stood. "Pammy! You can go to Dreamland first."

Jim crowded Pammy against the ropes. "After I've knocked both of you out cold?"

Aiko smiled sheepishly and nodded. 

"I am going to strip you two naked, except for the boxing gloves, and carry you two out of here, one over each shoulder, for everyone out there to see!"

Pammy saw herself and Aiko, nothing on but their gloves, draped over Jim's broad shoulders. He triumphantly carried  his limp challengers across the floor of the main gymnasium, where everyone stared in awe of the trophies he'd taken.

"Please!..." Pammy whispered to Jim.

"Please...I can't wai.."

WHAP!

The upper cut landed with harsh perfection on Pammy's chin, switching off the lights in her head. Pammy was suspended upright and neither Aiko or Jim knew if she was completely asleep. Then the brunette sighed like she achieved orgasm and slipped down. Jim considered letting the unconscious girl smack the canvas, but grabbed her quickly. Lovingly, he sat her down against the turnbuckle. 

"See her, Aiko? That's going to be you in a minute. Made limp and unconscious with one punch from a powerful male. That make you hot!?"

Aiko struggled to breathe as Jim gently caressed the girl's right eye brow. Aiko flinched. 

"I'm giving you a black eye when I knock you out. Ever get one of those?"

"No!"

"Want one?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. When you wake up, this whole area here..." Jim traced a semi-circle on Aiko's right eye "...will be purple and sore.  You'll always love me for it!"

The male fighter took Aiko in a long kiss that felt to her like falling in a warm swimming pool.

As they broke the embrace, Aiko was slammed by a wall of blackness. 

He took me! she thought as the lights faded.

He liked Aiko a little better than Pammy, even though he understood clearly they loved each other more than any man. Jim sat Aiko up against her girlfriend, resting her head on Pammy's shoulder. Traces of red were starting to collect above her eye.

Using the cell phone,  Jim took pictures of the knocked out women. As they slept, 

Aiko dreamed of Pammy and Pammy dreamed of Lucy Lawless. 

Vixen

A slender girl aged twenty five, Rachel had been nicknamed by the men at the Amazonia Boxing Club: Vixen.
It was very clear to Rachel how much men wanted her. Her silken, midnight black hair and pleasing,  tear-shaped breasts recieved a lot of attention, but her eyes, always morphing between brown and luminescent black, signalled she was continually thinking about sex.
Which was true. Rachel loved men and everything they could do for her, in the ring and in the bedroom.
"But they have to earn it," she informed Emma the Ref as a future lover was carried from the ring.
Flirting,  teasing  and leaving an opponent spark out cold were all stages of the "earning" process.
The theft of personal property was another of Rachel's habits.

The two months devoted to Len was weeks more than given to previous men. He tragically mistook that for love. When interest started to fade, Rachel began fucking Len more frequently while energetically searching the bedroom, as she did when Len was asleep or not at home, for the treasured posession. As soon as she found the portable shaving mirror which Len owned since the age of 13, she pounced.
The day after Rachel terminated their intimacy,  Len detected the theft. He knew instantly who the culprit was.

Len demanded the mirror back when he confronted Rachel at the Amazonia.
"What mirror?" she asked, reading from an internally prepared script.
"My portable shaving mirror! I've had since I was thirteen." Len continued,  "It was gone after our last night together!"
"Sorry, it's mine now."
Rachel's smirk was volpine
"So you admit you stole it!?"
A lengthened smile was Rachel's answer.
"Fine! I'll fight you for it."

Five days later, Len and Rachel faced off, a wary Emma the Ref presiding.
"You're fighting him to keep a stupid piece of glass?" Emma asked Rachel, lacing up the fighter's gloves.
Rachel was excited to get the match going and smiled to Len over Emma's shoulder.
"Sure! I fucked that boy until he couldn't stand up on his own, I'm entitled to compensation!"
"Have you considered what a man willing to fight over a stolen mirror could do to you in the ring!?"
Rachel fired a curt laugh and raised a glove at Len. "That pussy worshiper?! He couldn't hurt me if he wanted to! And he won't!"
Emma looked at the man Rachel was grinning at so seductively and noticed he wasn't responding in kind.
"Rach, have you ever been knocked out before?" asked Emma, checking the boxing gloves one last time. Another curt laugh was the answer.

At the bell, Rachel dainced out, fists raised. Len came on slowly, intently. Punches flew between them, the smile remaining on Rachel's cherry lips.
The girl fighter had no time to process the precise gut shots. Pain drilled into her belly and refused to dissipate. Len's right upper cut threw Rachel's head back and she wobbled a few seconds until the ropes stopped her.
She saw Len and Emma standing in the ring, but nothing registered. The image rapidly dissolved and Rachel had the satisfying feeling of slipping down a playground slide.
Sat against the ropes, her head tilted to the ceiling, Rachel smiled as Emma counted her out.

"Happy, Len?"
Len remained silent, his eyes devouring the unconscious woman.
"Happy Len!!?"
His head jerked to Emma.
"Oh yeah...sure am!"
"Out cold," Emma observed, pushing past the victorious male and checking Rachel's eyes. "Take off your gloves and help me with her."
Len started unlacing his gloves.
"You know Len, some women just don't want one man....some like multiple partners...you know, human biology..."
"I know biology pretty well, Emma," Len answered as they maneuvered the sleeping female through the ropes. "And some women need to know who is the boss!"
They entered the recovery room and gently placed Rachel on one of the hospital beds.
"You did that, for sure, Len!" Emma agreed. "But if you think Rachel is going to wake up in love with you, you're a bigger idiot than I gave you credit for. "
Rachel groaned, signaling a return to reality.
"You'll see," Len assured her.

A few weeks later, Cathy told Emma that Rachel and Ken were living together.
"When I saw them, Len had a big shiner on his left eye." Cathy added. "And someone told me he KOed her twice."

Boxing Mom

The daughter, Azumi, had a smile that wrinkled upward. A grin from Azumi made her face even more beautiful, along with her deep brown, glimmering eyes. Jeff wanted sex with her, but Azumi only appeared at the Amazonia Boxing Club with her mother, Leiko.
Leiko looked like she experienced more than her daughter, but that fact didn't put her off Jeff. He appeared respectful of both mother and daughter when they met at the Amazonia.
But a decade of mixed boxing had taught Leiko much and one major lesson was: You can tell more about a man fighting him than fucking him.
"So challenge Jeff to a match before you get serious," Leiko told her daughter.

Eager to sleep with Jeff, Azumi issued a challenge.
Azumi was fascinated by Jeff's agility on the canvas, clipping and clouting the new girl and slipping away.
Azumi wondered how his body would feel pressed in her arms. There was a quick flash of white light that consumed the entire ring, trailed far behind by what Azumi knew were stars.

Azumi went to the canvas already out cold. Jeff's left hook inflicted no pain. Azumi went peacefully to sleep.

"I knew you were going to put me out."
"Really?" whispered Jeff in Azumi's ear.
The pair lay face to face in Jeff's bed.
"I wanted you to."
"Why?"
Azumi searched for explanations.  "Jeff, you're built the way I like." Azumi explained. "The idea that you would defeat me...knock me out...was exciting."
Jeff slipped his arms around Azumi's bare back and held her affectionately.

Unnoticed in the back of the gym, Leiko watched the courtship between her daughter and Jeff. She was also impressed with how Jeff moved on the canvas and knew Azumi was going to get decked and did nothing to stop it from happening.
When the punch connected that put her child completely under, a spark of pleasure went off in the older women's soul. Leiko arranged for a bout with Jeff.

Jeff felt a strong arousal hitting and being hit by Leiko. It made him determined to knock her out, letting every spectator
see real skill at boxing.
The fight stopped abruptly for Leiko in round two. A phantom punch whacked
her jaw and Leiko saw Emma the Ref holding five fingers above her face.

Dragging herself up,  Leiko murmured "Bastard!" continually until she was face to face with Jeff at the count of "NINE!"
"That hurt, dikku!" snarled Leiko. "You're finished next round!"
Jeff was throughly beaten up in the following round. Leiko circled him closely, landing punches like a surgeon making incisions.
A merciless uppercut put Jeff out on his feet, followed by a right hook, landing Jeff supine at the winner's feet.

There was a rematch. Leiko didn't think Jeff was brave enough to try, but Azumi stated that he was determined to fight again. The young boxer knew this because she spent the last few nights with the recovering fighter.

Enraged by the accurate belief that the man she fought was fucking Azumi, Leiko was relentless. Her fists stalked Jeff everywhere he retreated. Leiko felt the prey was trapped and all she needed was to finish him when an explosion detonated on her jaw.
Random, perplexed thoughts echoed in Leiko's brain, before darkness drank her in.

Jeff  forgoed the ten count and admired Leiko's beauty for the first time.
It would have been nice to fuck the mother, too. Jeff thought as he checked Leiko and then gathered her in his arms.  Carefully,  he sat her in the folding chair in her corner.
Leiko jolted in place when Jeff waved smelling salts by her nose. Leiko blinked furiously, catching her breath.
"Wha...? What....?!"
"I knocked you out," Jeff informed her,  grinning.
"You? You...didn't....."
"I'm afraid I did,." insisted Jeff. "Right on your jaw and lights out."
Leiko grimaced at the man who subdued her. "I  nearly had you! It was a lucky punch!"
"Doubt it, Leiko."
"Luck!" she countered. "You could never do that again...."
WHACK!
Leiko let out a soft moan from Jeff's uppercut and settled back into Dreamland.

Doubles

Ethan nearly emptied the wall safe of valuables when a pair of delicate fingers tapped his shoulder.
"Hey, sexy!" a breezy,  feminine voice sang as he turned.
Before him stood a slender blonde, with pugnacious tits. Ethan guessed she was no more than twenty five.  This was Daphne, a newly accredited Justice Force member. She leveled a small cell phone in Ethan's face.
"Dream about me, Ethan!"
Her thumb pressed a green button and a stream of pink smoke enveloped the burglar's face.
A whiff of honey passed into his nostrils, making Ethan light headed. Even though the floor was definitely roiling, Ethan wanted badly to make love to Daphne, who, he finally realized,  had subdued him. He felt intense desire for her smooth breasts and crashed on the floor, fast asleep. Daphne rolled her victim over and was aroused by the dreamy smile on his lips.
"I know who you're dreaming about!" she teased as she kissed Ethan. "And dreams come true....sometimes!" She giggled as she stood up.

The hard edge of an extended hand slammed into her neck.
Daphne wanted desperately to face her attacker, but reality swam away. The newbie crimefighter surrendered with a sigh and landed in the arms of the older gentleman who clocked her.
"It's okay, Big Daddy Jake's got you," he said, laying Daphne beside Ethan. Quickly,  he bound her wrists and ankles.

A double neck chop hit Jake from behind.
"I might have known Jake from the Sisterhood of Evil was behind this!" said Lady Astra,  a Justice Force senior operative.
Jake went glassy eyed and Lady Astra nudged his chest,  sending him down.
Lady Astra cut the plastic ties that bound  Daphne and gently slapped the girl's face.
"Hey!? Where...happen....."
"The silver fox from Sisterhood of Evil got the drop on you," explained Lady Astra. "That must be his partner, Ethan, over there."
"You know them?"  Daphne looked over both fallen males at their feet. "They're cute!"
"Jake and Ethan work for the Sisterhood."
"Jake reminds me of my...."
"Shhhh!" Lady Astra stopped Daphne's observantion. "We're talking them back to my private residence ."
Daphne became excited.  "Not headquarters!?"
"No, not yet."

Lady Astra in a white silk negligee was the first thing Ethan saw when he came around. The KO gas was potent,  he'd been out for hours.
"Hello, Ethan,  you're Jake's partner. " she said. "On assignment from Sisterhood of Evil. "
Ethan could barely nod his head. Lady Astrisa walked toward him slowly. "Thank goodness we stopped you and Jake from stealing all that money and jewelry that belonged to those nice, rich people. "
"We?" Ethan asked, still sleepy.
"I am Lady Astra and my partner is Daphne."
Lady Astra leaned in and kissed Ethan.  A wave of lust washed over Ethan, who liked older women. Lady Astra let one skinny strap slip from her shoulder. Ethan helped with the other.
"Men at your age, Ethan,  are young, dumb and full of cum. Does that describe you?"
Fully awake,  Ethan cried, "Yes!"

In the time Lady Astra took to wrap Ethan around her finger, Daphne and Jake had had three orgasms. Daphne's body and blonde hair eliminated any need for foreplay.  Her gleaming blue eyes said "Fuck me now!" to any man she desired.
"Jake, you're like a big, strong teddy bear!" Daphne told her prisoner. "With a big dick."
"Thanks, sweetie, " Jake replied, kissing the girl whose head rested on his chest. "Sorry about knocking you out cold."
"Part of the job....but I'll be getting even."
Knowing one shot to the chin would send Daphne to Dreamland, Jake was intrigued.  "Oh, yeah?"
"Tomorrow morning you and I are going to have another round in the downstairs gym,
and Ethan battles Lady Astra."
"Sounds great!" Jake said.
"If we win, you two are going to jail," Daphne giggled at the thought of putting Jake in cuffs. "If you and Jake win, you both go free."
"Think I can't KO you?"
"No chance!" Daphne confirmed.

"This shouldn't be a problem for you, Jake, " enthused Ethan while he stood in his friend's corner. They were in the boxing ring of Lady Astra's personal gym.
"Daphne said she was looking forward to this," Jake replied, grinning at the blonde in the opposite corner.
At the bell, Daphne strode out ahead of the older man, who felt a vague reluctance to slug a twenty-five year old woman he'd just been sleeping with. Daphne pressed into Jake with her fists.  Most punches he deflected, but the ones that connected were painful.
For the two rounds that followed, Jake let himself be chased. He saw by the light in Daphne's eyes that each punch she landed was an orgasm for the good girl.
When Daphne failed to pull back a mistimed right, the older man tagged the blondie's chin precisely.
Daphne's vision spun in a circle, her limbs out of control. Jake slammed her midsection and detonated a follow through to her head. Daphne was never clear where the second punch landed. The ring was now perfectly still. Darkness drifted into her eyes.
Daphne slumped onto Jake's chest, utterly unconscious.
Carefully,  Jake eased his lover to the canvas. An enraged Lady Astra shoved Jake aside and began the ten count. Daphne slumbered peacefully as Ethan and Lady Astra carried her to a nearby bedroom. It took five minutes for Daphne to recover completely.

Lady Astra returned alone for the second match.
"Daphne is recovering," she told the two men. "It doesn't matter since I'm counting ten over you, Ethan!"
Ethan was apprehensive.
"Jake, she doesn't want to have sex with me anymore, does she?"
"Of course Astra wants you on your back."
"Yeah?"
"Sure...and out for the count!"
"Wait! What?"
The automatic bell rang and Jake shoved Ethan forward.
Lady Astra attacked immediately, slugging her lover with sharp,  brutal punches. Perplexed by the onslaught, Ethan retreated.
I had her shouting my name last night, he thought in a panic.  Now I'm about to be..
From the edge of his vision Ethan saw a red glove swing out at him.
BAP!
The short smack of leather on his head was all Ethan heard before he went to sleep.

During his ongoing tenure with Sisterhood of Evil, Ethan encountered many attractive women, a number of whom he slept with. One was his "most of the time" girlfriend Gwen, who appeared to him as he dreamed through the ten count.
"Hey Ethan, how you feeling?" Gwen asked. They embraced in a kiss. A bed materialized beside them.
"Better now that we're together!"
"Good. You got knocked out cold by that cougar. Do you want to finish the fight or stay here in Dreamland so we can fuck?"
Ethan pressed Gwen to the mattress.

"Ethan, can you hear me?"
He saw Jake standing over him. "You're not Gwen."
"No, really?" said Jake. "The bell saved you."
Ethan peered over his friend's shoulder to see Lady Astra, seductively banging her gloves together.
"Focus Ethan! Neither of us wants jail time!"
Jake hauled the fighter to his feet.
"Okay, hold still so I can finish this!" Lady Astra shouted and fists flew.
The male fighter delivered a combo to the superherione's belly.  Lady Astra groaned deeply, more from shock than pain. Ethan uppercuted her chin. The burst of stars was brief.
Lady Astra plunged into an ocean of blackness.
"You knocked her out!" Jake exclaimed. Ethan watched the gentle rise and fall of Lady Astra's breasts. "I'm sorry Astra!" he told the sleeping woman.
"Get your gloves off, Ethan!" Jake pressed two fingers to her throat. "Her pulse is good. She's going to wake in a minute or so.  Let's go!"
Ethan remained standing by Lady Astra for a few seconds and then bolted to catch up with Jake.

Good Girls Play Rough

The intial encounter with Atomic Girl was in the main ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club. To raise money for charity, any man could donate $300 to go one entire round with one of Justice Force's best known crimefighters.
 Only on cable TV had Roger witnessed Atomic Girl foiling the plans of supervillains and be interviewed about it on talk shows. Standing opposite her amid shouting female spectators, transfixed by the good girl's hourglass figure, silken black hair, and piercing amber eyes, Roger could only answer "Yeah...." to the stream of advice  his girlfriend Marcy supplied.
Emma the Ref waved the fighters in.
"Hey, Roger!" Atomic Girl gushed. "You look like you might last longer than those last few hammer dicks I just knocked out!"
"I can go a long time!"
Atomic Girl laughed at Roger's innuendo.
"Can't wait!" the superherione answered.

The cheers that echoed as the bell rang and Atomic Girl danced out, ready to fight, worried Roger. Six previous challengers had been carried to the recovery room well before the round ended. Roger wondered how long this match would last.
They both fought close. Atomic Girl was more impressed with Roger than the other men, but she knew lust was clouding his brain zame as the others and she waited.
"God damn, look at you Roger! Swinging a massive boner while fighting me! And your girl only a few feet away!" taunted the good girl. "I nut shot a guy just like you and he was out cold for ten minutes!"
Roger was angered and aroused by Atomic Girl.  A perverse desire to punch her massive breasts came over him. Roger knew that was cruel and was barely able to contain the urge.
Atomic Girl stepped in and put a hook on Roger's chin. Out on his feet, Roger fell back on the ropes, eyes glassy,  arms lifeless.

Fragmentary thoughts of Atomic Girl's thighs and the fact that he'd soon be sleeping bounced in his skull. Atomic Girl grabbed Roger by his right arm and gently guided him to the center of the ring. The crowd of female spectators went into ecstasy when she raised her right fist for all to see.
Atomic Girl delivered a devastating upper cut.
A black wall slammed into Roger and he was out. Emma the Ref counted him out as Marcy screamed for him to wake up.
Banging her gloves together loudly,  Atomic Girl strode casually to her corner where her second,  Laura, was waiting.
"You own him!" Laura exclaimed.
"I sure do!" Atomic Girl affirmed, leaning on the turnbuckle to watch Emma the Ref and Marcy remove Roger from the ring.
"Get his number, would you, Laura?"

Atomic Girl enjoyed men - fucking them,  punching them very hard, especially when capturing villains. Knocking out Roger was the biggest thrill of entire charity bout for Atomic Girl and she suspected he felt the same way.

They met behind Marcy's back a week later. After dinner, the couple went to Roger's place.
After the seventh, eye-rolling orgasm, Roger admitted that he had fantasized about sex with a superherione since he was a teenager.
"I get that a lot," said Atomic Girl and kissed her latest bed partner.  "Guys like you want to be beaten by Good Girls. Did you like our time together in the ring?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
Roger returned the kiss and nuzzled Atomic Girl's cantaloupe like breasts. She slipped under Roger and felt his love.

Sunrise found Atomic Girl the most sexually satisfied she'd been all year. Roger was one for the record books, she decided.
Roger was stupid in love.
"Marcy" was a five letter word he couldn't spell. He implored his new love to stay and, when Atomic Girl explained that she couldn't,  Roger wanted to make another date.
"Look, Roger sweetie, I know last night might have been the best sex of your life..."
"Yes! It was!"
"Roger, I'm not looking for a full time man in my life, just a lot of part timers!"
"But I love you!"
Atomic Girl resigned herself and gave Roger a forceful kiss. "I'm sorry."
WHAP!
The punch cracked on Roger's chin. His body went rigid. Atomic Girl waited a moment and pursed her lips. She blew gently on Roger, who just as gently landed on the bed.
Atomic Girl tenderly ran her fingers on Roger's face and pulled the covers over him. The force of the punch was measured exactly.  Atomic Girl would be long gone when Roger came to.
"Good girls play rough, " she told him.