Justice Force - Part 3

The next day Power Princess made her move. She challenged Dave to a wrestling match.

Dave felt better about this bout, he had wrestled for three years in college. Power Princess, whose real name was Jackie Ellison, had a slight height advantage on Dave and her lovely brown arms were long and lean. Power Princess had become a crime fighter straight out of the police academy, accepting an invitation to join Justice Force at the same time Jade Dargon did. The career of her cousin, Avenger Girl, had inspired Jackie to battle criminals and she quickly proved her worth to the team by bringing down a number of what she called "badboys."

"I knock out a lot of men, Dave," Power Princes told her ooppnent as they circled each other on a large mat in the Justice Force HQ gymnasium. "A lot of them wake up in prison!"

"Oh yeah?" asked Dave. They drew closer, arms out ready to snap a hold on the other. Power Princess' eyes moved like liquid with every feint Dave made. Her barely detectable smile reminded Dave of a jaguar teasing her prey before leaping to the kill.

"But some of the men wake up in my bed..." whispered Power Princess when they were inches apart.

Dave felt a bolt of lightening strike his chin, causing him to stumble. His vision focused suddenly and he saw that Power Priness' extended elbow had just clocked him hard. Controlling his pain and anger, Dave thrust in low aiming for Jackie's midsection, pushing her past Atomic Girl, who was reffing the match. Atomic Girl called out encouragement to Dave and laughed out loud when he tripped, sending he and Power Princess to the mat.

The couple struggled with each other, a writhing mass of arms and legs fighting for the advantage. In the clinch, Power Princess came on to Dave a second time.

"You're liking this, Dave!" she murmured provactively in his right ear. "Jade Dragon said you liked to wrestle!"

"I sure do!" Dave responded, suddenly kicking his legs from under Power Princess's. Instantly sitting up, he grabbed the startled Power Princess by the shoulders, flipped her on her back and pushed her into a sitting position.

"What the fuc..." Power Princess shouted as Dave deftly twisted her around and hauled her body against his chest, locking his right arm under her chin and clasping the upper portion of his left arm. Standing a few feet away in Jackie's corner, Jade Dragon couldn't hide her laughter at the wide-eyed look of shock on Power Princess' face as Dave's left hand came to rest firmly on the top of the Princess' head.

The arms constricted around the girl's throat and she gasped sharply. Instantly, the lean brown limbs shot outward and scrabbled at Dave's face. He ignored the fingers sweeping around his head and pulled his sleeper hold tighter.

Power Princess felt the room lift beneath her. She fought back against the light headedness, but the sensation soaked her body. Power Princess widened her eyes and arched her back to stay conscious and escape Dave's hold. Then her lids began to droop and the lightneadedness turned to relaxation. Power Princess began to feel so happy.

Through the dark mist which filled her vision, Power Princess could make out her right hand landing on Dave's bare thigh. Ohhhkkkaaayyyy....she thought dreamily. The Princess knew she was going out, but the sleepy warmth that consumed her was very pleasant. Power Princess was glad it was Dave who was making her feel this way.

She relaxed into his arms and then sank into sleep.

Atomic Girl lifted her team mate's limp arm and it dropped lifelessly on the mat.

"Okay, Dave, let her go," Atomic Girl ordered, secretly pleased.

Dave undid his arms and gently rested the unconscious Power Princess on her back. "One! Two! Three!" Atomic Girl called out as Dave pinned his defeated opponent. Then Atomic Girl lifted Dave's hand in victory.

Justice Force - Part 2

When Dave woke, he was disappointed to find Donna had left him. But Atomic Girl made sure his unhappiness didn’t last long.

Atomic Girl, whose real name was Rita Williams, cleaned Dave up and put ice where Super Donna had slugged him. Atomic Girl had been part of Justice Force as long as it existed, having graduated from the Justice League in same class as Super Donna. Together they formed the crime fighter organization ten years ago and had since taken on two young apprentice super heroines, Jade Dragon and Power Princess. Atomic Girl was in his mid-30s and unlike her friend, had never let disappointment by a man keep her from going after another.

“You like Super Donna, don’t you, admit it,” Atomic Girl taunted Dave flirtingly.

“Yeah, I guess I do…” he answered, his jaw still hurting when he moved it to speak.

“Well, Donna’s off the market for the time being, Dave.”

Dave felt suddenly deflated. “Why?”

“Donna had a man for a long time,” Atomic Girl explained, moving in close to Dave on the bed. “She and Black Jack Dugan were inseparable. And then he left her for another woman.”

“She’s got a broken heart?” Dave concluded. He felt a sudden rush of pleasure as Atomic Girl’s palms ran up his thighs.

“In a million pieces!” whispered Atomic Girl as her lips just touched Dave’s.

Dave looked into her eyes and smiled. “You don’t have a broken heart, do you?”

“No man has been born who can break my heart, sugar!”

Dave, flooded with lust, kissed Atomic Girl and deftly reached behind her neck. With perfect ease, the zipper of her costume came down when he tugged on it. Slipping the costume off her shoulders, Dave kissed Atomic Girl’s breasts. Her head arched back with delight.


Dave and Atomic Girl were lovers for the next month. When she wasn’t off fighting crime with Justice Force, she was at Dave’s townhouse. Atomic Girl quickly learned Dave got turned by being knocked out by a woman. She wasn’t surprised; a lot of super heroes were wired that way. When Atomic Girl was feeling frisky, she would sneak into Dave’s place, steal up silently behind him and deliver a neck chop. She loved to see Dave stagger, hear him groan from the sharp pain and collapse limply in her arms. When he woke, they kept it up all night.


“So you’re Dave Leonard,” said Tammy Hu, better known as Jade Dragon. “We’ve heard lots about you!”

Dave smiled at the young Japanese-American girl, not much older than his twenty-one years, who stood before him. Next to her was Power Princess, an African-American crime fighter and the latest member of Justice Force.

“Have you?” Dave asked slyly.

“Dave took advantage of our fund raising services and that’s how I met him,” Atomic Girl said. It was immediately clear to the older woman that she could expect competition from the novices. But Atomic Girl had few illusions about who Dave’s heart really belonged to even if his dick was about to become communal Justice Force property.

Atomic Girl said they had to run, but they would see Dave and her later.

As they watched the couple leave, Jade Dragon turned to her fellow junior partner.

“Flip for who goes first?” Tammy asked.

“You bet,” Power Princess agreed enthusiastically.

Jade Dragon removed a quarter from her pocket. “Heads!” she declared, tossing the coin to the ceiling.

“Tails!” Power Princess shouted. The coin landed with a metallic clink on the floor. George Washington was looking upward. “Okay, Tammy you go first! But don’t ware him out!”


Jade Dragon, dressed in her favorite black bathing suit and pink boxing gloves, stood eye to eye with Dave in the ring. He wore shorts and blue boxing gloves. Looking at Jade Dragon, Dave realized he didn’t know how to box. He didn’t care.

Tammy Hu, aka Jade Dragon, had been a women’s studies major in college and considered herself a feminist. While in school, she found work as a part time dome, which she thought was the best way for her, as a woman, to assert her strength. Later, she was recruited for the JLA Crime Fighter Academy, where she excelled at combat of all kinds and mixed fighting in particular. Not only did Tammy love men in the sack, she loved fighting them in the ring!

“You ready, Dave?!” Jade Dragon asked, staring directly into Dave’s eyes.

“Whenever you are!” he answered. From the moment Jade Dragon challenged him to a boxing match an hour before, Dave was barely able to control his excitement.

“You better be!” Jade Dragon sneered. “I don’t fight fair with guys!”

“Yeah, so…”

WAP!!!

Jade Dragon’s left sliced sharply at Dave’s chin. He never saw it; just felt the pain of the impact and the sound of the leather covered fist impacting his chin. Jade Dragon wasn’t sure she hit the young man hard enough. She blew on him gently. Dave smiled and collapsed to the canvas out cold.

“God, I love sucker punching a male!” Jade Dragon told Power Princes as she looked down in fascination at the unconscious man at her feet. It pleased Jade Dragon even more that Dave sprouted a massive erection.

“Jesus Tammy, you didn’t even give him a chance,” Power Princess commented. She was going to ref the match, but her services were no longer required.

“No! It’s always better this way!” Jade Dragon swayed a little on feet, dizzy with pleasure and gasping for breath. “Yeah…always…”

The two girls carried the still out cold Dave to Jade Dragon’s sleeping quarters and undressed him. Before Power Princess left the two in private, Jade Dragon promised her friend that Dave would be hers tomorrow night.

When Dave came around, they fucked for hours.

Justice Force - Part One

The following is the first part of a new serial about a young man who getes involved with a group of superheriones.

Dave arrived at the high way motel at one o'clock as he agreed on the phone. Inside room B69, to his surprise, was not a prostitute or a costumed fetish worker, but the crime fighter Super Donna, leader of the four woman Justice Force.
"Hi...are you...?" started Dave.
Seated on the double bed in the middle of the room and wearing a tight purple spandex out fit, the woman smiled at the new arrival.
"Dave? Dave Leonard?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm Super Donna, glad you could make it. Come in!"
Dave answered an ad in the "Special Interst" section of the newspaper personals, that offered a cahnce to be knocked out by a superherione. Dave simply assumed he'd be serviced by a sex worker in Super Donna's uniform, but here was the real thing.
"Do you have the money, Dave?" Donna asked, taking the young man by the hand and guiding him toward the bed. Still staring in rapt attention at the woman he had seen on TV fighting crime all his life, Dave handed her a small envelop containing six, fifty-dollar bills. Donna took the envelope, briefly counted the bills and secured the money in her duffle bag. "Now Dave, try to relax, this will be fun!"
Only a week before, Dave had witnesses Super Donna and Justice Force foil a large scale bank robbery as he was going to lunch in the city's financial district. Dave thrilled to see Super Donna clobber two of the six hoods who hit an armored car on a pick up at First National Bank. Super Donna's powerful arms subdued one thief with a sleeper hold, while a second fell to her upper cut. Dave fell in love with Super Donna at that moment.
"Surprised to see Super Donna in the flesh, Dave?" Donna asked, sitting on the bed and removing aboxing glove from her duffle bag. "It's a little something I do to help raise operating funds for Justice Force. You ready for this session?"
Dave nodded sharply, eyeing Donna's full breasts, which formed perfect round mounds on her chest. Quickly detecting Dave's distraction, Super Donna flexed her biceps in front of him. "Go ahead Dave, touch them!"
Dave's fingers gently caressed and then squezed Donna's upper arms, marvelling at what great shape this 47 year old woman was in. Dave found himself mesmerized by by Donna's smile and gleaming blue eyes. She gazed down at the bulging front of Dave's jeans and ran her tongue over her lips and teeth. "Hey dave, tie up my boxing glove!" Super Donna ordered, speaking with a honied slowness that aroused Dave even more.
Slipping the glove onto her right hand, Dave began to work the white laces through the holes in the underside of the glove. "Have any fantasies about me, Dave?"
"Hell yes...!'
"Well, while you're lacing me up, tell me one!" Donna blew gently on Dave's face. He nearly orgasmed.
"In my fantasy, we're in the boxing ring, really going at it."
"Really Dave? You like to hit girls, then?"
Dave, momentarily startled, stopped lacing Super Donna's glove. "I like boxing with them, but I like to lose. Get knocked out cold, you know, by a woman."
"I know, keep going." Dave resumed lacing up Super Donna and his story. "Well, we're both pretty horny for each other, but both of us want to win by a knock out so we can dominate our opponent."
Super Donna reached over and gently fingured Dave's crotch. She laughed when he let out an excited gasp.
"So in the middle of clobbering each other, you stop and tell me you love me. I say 'Uhh?' and you slug me right on the jaw. I land on the canvas, spread eagle and out cold. Then you count me out and carry me out of the ring. I'm in your arms, arms dangling, my head tucked on your should, a serene look on my face. You lay me down on your bed and when I come around, we fuck all night!"
Super Donna flexed her hands in the now secured boxing glove. "You're a dirty boy, Dave. Know what I do to dirty boys, what they deserve to have happen to them?"
Super Donna stood up, with Dave right behind her. Adjusting Dave's position to the edge of the bed, she tilted his chin level to her face.
"What....?!" Dave could feel the orgasm begin to surge upward in his loins. "You need to be punished!" Super Donna stated firmly.
"Super Donna," Dave asked, knowing in seconds he'd be unconscious. "Could we make love before you punch me out?"
"Now Dave, you know better!" Donna scalded the young man. "How old are you, boy?"
"Twenty-one..."
Super Donna's cougar instincts flared violently. "Oh yeah," Super Donna announced. "You're going out for the full count!"

"But just one..."

Before any more words could stumble from Dave's mouth, Super Donna gave him a long, passionate kiss.

BAM!!!

Super Donna's punishing upper cut stretched Dave out. He stood motionless, his eyes closed and mouth fallen open. The orgasm fired harshly in his jeans as Dave collapsed into Super Donna's extened arms, his face wedging into the crime fighters smooth cleavage. The warm skin felt good on his face and Dave felt his eyes close. Lips gently kissing Super Donna's tits, Dave went to sleep.

At that moment, Atomic Girl walked in, Justice Force's second in command.

"Hey Donna, am I interupting?"

"No, just sent sweet cheeks to dreamland," Super Donna said. "Could you pull back the covers on the bed."

"You have a new boyfriend, Donna?" asked Atomic Girl, pulling back the sheets and helping Super Donna deposit the slumbering Dave on the matress. Super Donna leaned in and kissed Dave.

"Someone's in love!" Atomic Girl sang, teasingly.

Super Donna flushed with embarrassment. "No, not so soon. Could you take care of him, I have a meeting with the mayor and the police chief."

"Sure, what's it about?"

Donna tucked the sheet over the knocked out Dave and felt his cock. Still hard, she thought. Very nice!

"Stamping out the vice district in town." said the super herione.

Super Donna collected her stuff, thanked Atomic Girl a second time and gave Dave one more long glance. And then she walked out.

Atomic Girl sat on the bed beside Dave and brushed some hair away from his face. "Sleep tight, little boy. When you wake, we'll have some real fun!

Felizia

Felizia’s third punch knocked Dan out cold. The first impacted his gut, doubling him over and slamming him into the turnbuckle at once. He never saw the second coming, a right cross, because his eyes were squinted shut in agony. Reality blurred soothingly for the young man, pain vanishing in the haze that filled his brain.

Dan had landed on his ass, legs shot out, arms languid on the lowest rope. His opponent Felizia was down on all fours in front of Dan, smiling, saying things he could not comprehend. Felizia wore a skimpy red top and shorts for the now almost finished bout, so when she leaned forward to kiss Dan, he could see her ample cleavage. The Brazilian boxadora, with a dark brown complexion and buff body, had Dan horny from the moment the pair climbed into the ring.

“Now you really want to fuck me?!” she asked, slyly. Dan grinned at the suggestion, wanting badly to take off Felizia’s shorts.

“Well, Dan, its time! Good night, me amanate!”

WACK!!

The third punch, an upper cut, pounded on Dan’s chin, popping his head back. Dan saw Felizia’s eyes widen in triumph as the world exploded in stars and pinwheels. Then Felizia dissolved into darkness. Dan’s head lolled downward, chin on his chest.


At forty-five, Felizia was a full-fledged cougar. Coming to America twenty-years ago with her husband, Jao, the two ran a successful fitness center, until Jao died. Now she ran the center by herself and indulged her taste for young men. At 23, Dan fit Felizia’s type perfectly.


Felizia started counting Dan out, but stopped at “four.” Cracking his eyelids, she saw nothing but whites. Dan would be out long past the count of ten. Slipping her hand past the waistband of the young man’s trunks, she caressed his erection. For a moment she was tempted to pull Dan’s shorts down and satisfy her desire with the knocked out man’s woody.

But Felizia decided to wait. A conscious lover always fucked harder she had learned through experience. She kissed Dan and tilted him forward over her shoulder. She carried the boy out of the ring and up a flight of stairs to her bedroom.


Dan’s slumbering brain haphazardly recounted how he ended up defeated. Flirting with Felizia that lead to her challenge. Telling his friends he would “knock the cougar out for the night!” and make her his own. Felizia’s thrilled expression when he agreed to a bare knuckled fight. The clinches where they battered each other.


When Dan woke, his body ached. He was on a soft bed.

“How do you feel, amante?”

His eyes traced the question to its source: Felizia, who held an ice pack to his jaw. Even through the pain, Dan wanted to nail Felizia.

“Like shit…how long was I out?”

“A few minutes,” Felizia said, unhooking her bikini and letting it fall to the floor. “Did you dream? A lot of young men have erotic dreams when I knock them out!”

“Yeah…” Dan answered, starting to smile. Felizia was already removing his shorts.


Felizia didn’t know if she was in love with Dan. A defeated male was always more attractive to her and Dan was an especially good lay. But that was how it had been with Jao, she thought. Lust led quickly to love.

“So how’s sleeping beauty doing?” asked Felizia, slapping Dan on the ass. “Want some breakfast?”

“No, Felizia, I have to go.” Dan was disconcerted by Felizia behaving as he often did after an all nighter.

“Go? Will we get together again, Dan? Because I had a good time and I’d like it to continue.”

“Yeah…hell yeah…But I don’t…”

“Like to get attached?” Felizia asked.

“Exactly!”

As a young girl, Felizia would become emotional when a guy talked this way. Experience had taught her how to handle the situation.

“Tell me, Dan; before you just walk out, how did it feel to be punched out by a woman? Tell me that much!"

Dan glared at Felizia as he finished buttoning his shirt. “You’ll tell no one at the gym! Promise?”

“I promise!”

“Fine!” Dan looked away. slightly embarrassed. “I always get horny in the ring with a woman. But I never got clobbered like yesterday. All I could think about was your body…”

“And how strong I am?” said Felizia.

Dan simply nodded affirmatively and tied his shoes. Felizia knew Dan was humiliated by his admission and kissed him affectionately.

“You have your keys, Dan?”

“In my pocket.”

“Great!”

WAP!!

Felizia hooked a right to Dan’s chin. For a moment he was as still as a statue. Then Dan fell forward, like a mighty oak toppling from a logger’s ax.

Scooping the unconscious boxer in her arms, Felizia carried him out to his car.

Dumping Dan gently in the back, Felizia jumped in the driver’s seat, where she was most at home, and started the engine.

Monica and Max - Chakira's Revenge

Avenger Girl was alone at home when the delivery arrived. Max and Koi, with whom she shared the house, were out grocery shopping. Avenger Girl was pleasantly surprised to see a large, heart-shaped candy box on the doorstep and then suddenly remembered the date; February 15-Valentine’s Day!

Feeling giddy, Avenger Girl snatched up the package and carried into the living room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Monica! Love, Max!” read the note under the red band on the present.

Monica Ellison, Avenger Girl’s true identity, had been co-habiting with Max Eisenheim and Koi Shiga for the past two years. Max and Koi were former thieves who now fought crime with Avenger Girl. Both women had fallen in love with Max during a caper that Avenger Girl foiled and had, after some difficulty, come to this domestic arrangement.

A swell of affection filled Avenger Girl as she lifted the lid. “I knew Max wouldn’t…”

SMACK!!!

A loaded boxing glove at the end of a steel spring shot out and connected to Avenger Girl’s chin. Her face stung painfully as the dazed crime fighter wobbled backward against the couch. The booby trap, its sprung glove still vibrating, slipped from Avenger Girl’s hands as her arms fell to her side.

Eyes glassy, Avenger Girl tried to stay upright, but the punch had been hard. A smile came over her face and she absently murmured “for…get…” as she tipped over the arm of the couch and landed on the cushions. An “ooohhh,” slow and fleeting, came out of her throat and Avenger Girl went out, head lolling to the side.

Five minutes later, a tall, elegantly beautiful Asian woman, dressed in a brown delivery outfit, entered through the front door. Seeing the woman who had sent her to jail two years ago, the stranger grinned to see the trap had worked perfectly.

“Pleasant dreams, stupid bitch!” she hissed with a Japanese accent. “Only Avenger Girl could be so dumb!”

The intruder went to the basement where she found Avenger Girl’s computer network. Plugging in her flash drive, she began copying files.

Desiree

By the age of 11, Desiree wanted to box. She was watching a fight on TV with her father one night. Desiree was fascinated with the two men beating each other in the ring, their bodies moving with relentless grace and power.

“Can I do that, Popi?” she asked. Desiree’s father glanced down at his daughter a little startled.

“I guess so, Dez,” he answered, smiling. “You can do anything you want. But why would you want to?”

The idea of his wiry, headstrong Desiree boxing didn’t make him happy. Desiree threw her fists up to her face, imitating the boxers on the screen.

“But if you want to, go ahead, Dez,” her father conceded.

Though she was a small girl, Desiree developed strength in her arms and hips. She found instructional books on boxing and practiced in front of the full length closet mirror in her room, bobbing and weaving as she threw bare knuckled punches at her reflection. Desiree imagined herself against a female opponent, always taller and bigger than herself, modeled on some girls a few grades ahead of her in school. Each mental battle ended with Desiree’s opponent flat on the canvas from a perfect left hook or a from the hip right upper cut.

One night Desiree dreamt she was in an actual fight. The other girl resembled a grappler Desiree had seen in a ladies wrestling magazine: frizzy-curly hair that fell around her pretty face and settle on her broad, feminine shoulders. Desiree loved the way the woman’s short, tight trunks clung to her thighs and well toned ass.

“You’re a cutie, Desiree,” the woman said as the pair circled, gloves up, and ready to box. Desiree got excited watching every move the woman made, held by her adversary’s gleaming brown eyes.

“Sleep tight, Desiree,” the woman whispered affectionately as she threw her punch. The blow floored Desiree, leaving her out cold. Pleasure cascaded through the dreaming teenager.

In high school, Desiree continually picked fights with straight girls. Guys would follow Desiree, hoping for a catfight to erupt and Desiree made friends with a few of them. By graduation, she had slept with all her male friends. Even if her heart belonged to female partners, sex with men was a frequent and intense joy for Desiree.


Peter became her trainer just after Desiree enrolled in night school and the gym. Watching the skinny girl sparing with another female boxer, Peter saw a core of aggression in his new pupil. Desiree put her entire body into each punch. The blows were devastating when they connected, but Desiree got tired quickly. Peter worked on defense with his student. She learned to duck and block, but the lessons meant nothing to Desiree.

“You’re holding me back!” Desiree grunted to Peter. “I want to keep hitting until the bitch goes down!”

Desiree glanced up from undoing her gloves in the corner of the ring and Peter saw a white gleam from her radiant eyes. They made love in Desiree’s apartment that night.

Peter surprised himself by not falling for Desiree. Both the training and sex continued, one never complicating the other. Alternate weekends, Peter drove Desiree to a vacation house he had by a lake. When they were alone, especially after sex, all of Desiree’s aggression vanished. Peter would wake near dawn and find Desiree asleep against his chest; her arms embracing him as her were a giant teddy bear.

Desiree never asked Peter about his life outside the gym, except once by mistake. Noticing a framed picture of a brown haired woman in jeans and a T-shirt, Desiree asked who it was.

“My wife,” Peter explained quickly. “She’s gone. Cancer took our chance to have children and then it took her.”


Desiree also had a girlfriend: Grace, a former semi-pro boxer who now worked with peter on the younger girl’s training. The taller, slightly older woman was Desiree’s dream made real and Desiree was unhinged with love for her. At first, Grace enjoyed the attention Desiree showered her with, asking questions about every part of her history and life. Was the first time with a man or a woman? Why did Grace become a boxer? Had she ever been knocked out in a match? Did Grace like being the “man” in her relationships?

But as much as she cherished Desiree, Grace found the girl’s boundless curiosity tiring.

“Desiree is ready for a real fight,” Grace told Peter. “In fact, she’s overdue, she needs a match.”

Peter disagreed.

“Dez doesn’t have the stamina yet,” he explained. “Right now Dez is all attack and no defense. She’ll get hurt if she fights now!”

Grace persisted, adding that Desiree would remain close to whoever let her have a real match up.

That was the most Grace ever mentioned about her and Peter’s shared intimacy with Desiree, but it was enough. Peter relented, but got two more months to get Desiree ready.

Peter and Grace worked Desiree harder than they did before. Both stopped having sex with their pupil for the duration, no matter how much Desiree complained.

Desiree was eventually matched against Emma. Only an inch taller than her challenger, Emma had ten pounds on Desiree and it was all well toned muscle. Emma was a patient, methodical fighter, who was careful in the attack until her fists exploded on her opponent.

Peter didn’t like it, but he was over ruled by Grace and Desiree.


“Just so you know ahead of time,” Emma told Peter before the match. “I’m putting your string bean girlfriend on her ass. I thought you liked them with bigger tits, Peter?”
Emma blocked every punch Desiree threw in the first round. Impressed with the novice’s strength, Emma decided to wait Desiree out. Emma would punish Desiree’s taunt body, all skin and muscles, and then flatten her at the right moment.

As the fight progressed, Peter got worried. He knew Emma would keep her word and told Desiree between rounds to concentrate on defense; she didn’t have to win this one. Grace looked pleased as the bout moved forward. When Desiree slumped into her chair at the end of each round, Grace encouraged her lover, telling Desiree she was doing fine and to keep up the pressure on Emma.

When the bell sent Desiree out for the seventh round, Peter confronted Grace. “Dez is not doing fine, she’s getting beat up and she’s showing fatigue!”

“Desiree needs this fight,” was Grace’s curt response.

Emma slugged Desiree twice in the midsection, rattling the girl’s body. Desiree heard the “SMACK!” of Emma’s glove hitting her jaw and the gym pitched sideways. The whole universe instantly jolted back as Desiree heard an explosion and saw Emma’s other glove sail past her.

Desiree was confused by Emma’s rapid moves, punches landing all over her. Rage flared in Desiree at being unable to keep up with her adversary. Desiree’s fists flung out, tagging Emma’s face and chest forcefully. Emma found her opening and slammed Desiree’s temple. Desiree stumbled, her senses tumbling out of focus.

Emma’s fists began thrusting piston-like into Desiree’s head, which jerked back and forth with each shot. When Emma remembered to, she tortured Desiree’s belly, little “oofffs” and “uuuhhhss” issuing from Desiree’s drooping lips.

Her eyes barely open, Desiree fell into a defensive crouch, but Emma straightened her up with an upper cut. Desiree felt the world go silent. Her body, wobbling on rubbery legs, felt numb, blunting some of the pain Emma was inflicting.

A headshot swung her lazily around, giving Desiree a glimpse of Peter and Grace. Grace looked at Desiree the way she did when they were alone. Then a left hook yanked them away. Desiree felt her brain shutting down, darkness closing in, her body relaxing joint by joint.

Two more bombs detonated on her face. Desiree began to slide and Emma’s gratified smile told her the bout was over.

Falling through darkness, Desire struck a hard, unyielding surface. Landing on her side, Desiree effortlessly rolled on her back. Eyes shut and mouth hanging open, Desiree was in profound slumber. Not a number of the ref’s count out reached her.

Peter and Grace lifted Desiree to her feet, draping her lifeless arms over their shoulders. Desiree’s head tilted toward Peter as they carried the senseless girl back to her corner, her booted feet dragging behind her.

Seated in her chair, Desiree expelled a long, deep moan. The pain in her face throbbed back to life as the young boxer incrementally regained consciousness. Desiree was slow in recognizing where she was or who the two people knelt in front of her, asking questions were.

Then their voices flooded her skull in a torrent and Desiree clutched Grace in an exhausted, relieved embrace. Completely spent, Desiree smiled at Peter.

Lucie Part Two

The gym nearly vibrated with the noise of the members of the rival clubs. Keisha, lean and intent, sat in her corner of the ring, attended by her sister Araya and her boyfriend, Max.

"Someone's been sleeping with the enemy," she whispered to Max. The couple eyed the approaching competition: Lucie, Emma and now Ron. Keisha wasn't really surprised. Ron wasn't breaking any tournament rules. And also, Ron thought a good fuck meant true love and was attending Lucie the same way Max took care of Keisha. Likely without Max's inclination to cheating, Keisha speculated, knowing Ron as she did.

Keisha saw she was a bit taller than Lucie when the Ref finally called together to go over the rules. But Had the edge in weight and muscle mass. At close range, Keisha gave Lucie an appraising look.

"I'd be more worried, little thing, but you only knocked out Ron," Keisha said, tauntingly. "Fine choice for the bedroom, though!"

Lucie gave Keisha a faint sneer. "You would know..."

"I had your man, Miss Lucie, and the only place he's of use is in the sack!"

"Bitch!" screeched Lucie.

"Ladies! Back to your corners!" the Ref shouted, pushing the women apart.

When they came out at the bell, Lucie was still angry. Keisha looked pleased.

Keisha dodged her rival, keeping her distance, striking only when there was a clear opening. Lucie kept after Keisha, hammering at the taller girl's stomach and jabbing at her face. Keisha absorbed the stinging blows and tried to provoke Lucie as much as she could.

By the second round, she had Lucie's measure: the young Haitian girl had a strong punch and had speed on her feet, but she didn't think too much about defense. Keisha ducked and swerved from Lucie's fists and then fired her own, detonating on Lucie's head and mid section.

Keisha pressed the assault later on, seeing Lucie's punches weren't coming so fast. She focused on Lucie's body as the gaps in her defense grew larger. Keisha wanted to ware Lucie down and by the end of round five, the plan was working.

The sixth round began with Keisha slugging Lucie hard. Mid way, Lucie threw a round house right at Keisha, momentarily leaving her face exposed. Keisha ducked and instantly slammed home a left-right.

Stuned, Lucie's vision jarred violently. Keisha uncorked two more shots, one landing directly on her opponent's belly, followed by a brutal right cross. Then the beating accelerated, impacting all over Lucie's body.

Lucie crouched, raising her gloves to her face. Keisha continued her attack until the Ref separated them.

When Lucie came at Keisha again, there was an explosion. Keisha delivered a hook to the smaller girl's chin, sending her backward into the ropes. Keisha then uppercutted Lucie, landing the girl on the canvas, on her ass, slumped against the ropes.

Lucie struggled to move. Through the daze that was flooding her brain, Lucie heard numbers being called out. The edges of her vision grew darker and she smiled at the relaxed feeling moving through her.

Just as the Ref called out "Five," Lucie began, rope by rope, to pull herself to her feet. Lucie's eyes were glassy and distracted and her movements were sluggish. By "Eight," Lucie stood flat footed and swaying before Keisha.

Lucie swung wildly, twice at Keisha, who easily swerved out of the way.

"Come...on...Ron...fight me..." Lucie mumbled.

Keisha saw clearly that Lucie was out on her feet, dreaming of going at at it with her new boyfriend. Pressing Lucie's arms to her sides, Keisha steadied her opponent, tilting Lucie's chin upward with mock affection.

The sound of Keisha's hay maker reverberated around the gym like thunder.

Lucie dropped sideways, landing with a meaty "thud" on her back. Except for the slight twitching of her hands, the unconscious Lucie made no movement. Her body as limp and her face, tilted toward Ron and Emma, was passive in sleep.

The pain of the beating had vanished into sleep. Waves of contentment surged through Lucie's sleeping body like waves washing in a beach.

Then the darkness disapated from Lucie's eyes like evaporating fog. Ron and Emma were talking to her, asking about fingers. Lucie dreamily told them how many she saw.

They sat Lucie up in time to see Keisha struting around the ring, cheered by the spectators. On her feet and still groggy, Lucie felt good in Ron's arms.