Three of a Kind

Kayla and Maria were arguing when I got home for dinner. I did my best to ignore the couple in the living room as they loudly accused each other of infidelity. Instead, I threw together a ham and cheese sandwich and read the newspaper, hoping the shouting would subside.
It didn't.
The muffled "UUUFFF!!" of pain from Kayla brought me to my feet. Maria was the dangerous one in these lovers' spats. If her temper reached boiling point, Maria could get physically violent.
As I entered the living room, I saw Maria taking Kayla off her feet with a right to the curly blonde-haired girl's chin. The punch spun her backwards, her face bright with stunned surprise. Kayla flopped on the couch, half sitting half stretched out,arms and legs sprawled. For a moment, Kayla's head lolled from side to side and then her eyes shut. Kayla's entire body relaxed and her head fell forward, mouth slack and chin resting on her upper chest.
"Jesus Maria, look what you just did!" I yelled.
Maria was gasping loudly, clearly aroused. "Yeah! Yeah!" she panted.
Maria gazed at Kayla with eyes wide with delight.
"Dan, you're home!"
"I am. What just happened?"
"Oh...oh...Kayla and I had an argument."
"About what?"
"I found out she was cheating, she denied it, we started screaming and I saw red. Then bang! boom! I was so mad!!"
Clearly, I thought, glancing over the unconscious blonde in her American flag bikini. I cracked Kayla's eyelids and they showed white. Her pulse was normal and her petite chest rose and fell regularly. Maria stood next to me, rocking back and forth on her feet, fists half raised as if she expected Kayla to get back on her feet and finish the fight at any instant.
"Maria, grab her feet! Let's get her on the bed!" I said, slipping my hands through Kayla's armpits. As we lifted her up, Kayla emitted a soft moan, but remained in a deep slumber.
"You have to get your temper under control!" I scolded Maria.
"I know," Maria felt bad for a minute and then her expression lightened. "She'll feel different when she comes around."
"True enough," I muttered. Kayla was the submissive with Maria and got turned on by Maria's aggression.
"You two are going to fuck like mad women when she's awake."
"Jealous?" Maria responded, teasing.
Maria and I met at my gym two years ago. For awhile I watched her lovely brown body move around the boxing ring before I spoke to her. We went out a few times before she told me she was bi and already possessed a female partner.
"I need a man, too," Maria told me at dinner one night. "You're good looking and not an asshole. Give us a little more time and think we can make room for you."
I was patient and within a month I was sharing a house and bed with Maria and Kayla.
Another longer moan from Kayla snapped me out of the memory. Maria and I carried "Goldie Locks," as Maria called Kayla in more affectionate moods, to our bed and carefully laid her down.
"I told her continually not to mess with other women," Maria explained. "She denied she'd been with Desiree from the gym a few nights ago, but I found that little puta's phone number and confronted Kayla with it."
"And punched her out?!"
"Yeah!!" Maria couldn't wait for Kayla to wake up.
Maria never got upset when I slept with other women, but she was in love with Kayla, so sleeping beauty was off bounds for me.
Kayla began a slow, rhythmic mumbling as she emerged from unconsciousness.
"Dez...ohhh...Dan! ooo I never thought you were sooooo big!..."
Maria glared at me.
"'Dan's so big'!?"
"She's dreaming, Maria." I said quickly.
"You bet she is!" Maria's face was suddenly rent with anger. "Did you fuck Kayla?"
"No..."
"You did, I know when you're lying Daniel!"
"Look, it only happened once...."
Maria's body tensed and she put her face directly in mine.
"When?"
"A few months back, when you spent the weekend with your parents."
"And?!"
"And Kayla came home from the gym all pissed off. I don't know about what, but she was frustrated."
Kayla had fought another girl at the gym, tried to hook up with her after the match, but nothing panned out. I'd be damned to hell if I told Maria that!
"I gave her some wine, just to calm her down. She told me I was good looking...it didn't mean anything, Maria, I'm not in love with Kayla."
Kayla had a drunken, intense look in her eyes when she challenged me to bare knuckled bout that night. I took my time and knocked her out cold after a minute or or so of ducking her clumsily thrown punches. When Kayla woke, we fucked all night.
"That's good to hear, Dan!" Maria spat.
"Then you're not mad at me?" I saw light at the end of the tunnel.
"No! I'm enraged at you!"
The light was an oncoming train.
I saw Maria coil back her fist and then release.
WHAP!!!
The punch to my jaw lifted me upward, turning me around in mid air. I landed face down in Kayla's pussy, my nose and mouth pressed into her bikini bottoms, my head cradled between her fleshy white thighs.
"OOOO...yes, Dan...."Kayla sighed dreamily. Then I went out.

When I came to, Kayla was awake and the pair were embracing each other tenderly.
"Now you promise me, Kayla, no more straying."
"Yes," Kayla answered in her honey-sweet voice. They kissed and I watched with full attention.
"Ready now, Kayla?" Maria asked. "You know what needs to happen!"
"Yes, I do. I'm ready." Kayla extended her chin and closed her eyes.
Maria glanced excitedly at her lover and slugged her hard on the chin. Out cold instantly, Kayla landed heavily on the mattress next to me. She looked content.
"As for you, Dan!" Still groggy, I was unable to resist Maria's hauling me to my feet and pushing me out of the bedroom. "Tonight, you are on the couch!"
"Wha..Maria..take it..easy.." I said dizzily as she shoved me back into the living room.
"Don't I give you enough sex? Fuck you almost every night!" Maria berated me as she stood me up against the couch. "I need a man, not a two timer, Dan!"
"But..Maria...uh..this..is..wrong..."
"No, it's right," Maria whispered. "Say good night!"
WACK!!!
And I was out for the evening.

Eric's Angel The Finish

Eric bought a beer for himself and a scotch for the Asian girl who had been smiling at him. She smiled even wider when he introduced himself and handed her a full glass resembling the half empty one by her hand. The girl was named Tammy.
The pair had talked for ten minutes, Tammy pressing closer to Eric as they conversed. The black business suit, complete with open white blouse and short dark skirt, rested along the outline of Tammy's gym trained body. Eric's eyes moved on the contours and then took in her scarlet lips. As his hands slipped around her waist, Eric understood why he went to high end bars so often.
Outside in the parking lot, Tammy rested herself against a large SUV and grinned fetchingly at Eric.
"Okay?" she asked in subtle encouragement.
Eric took her in his arms, pulling Tammy firmly against him. Eric loved the feel of her dress material grazing the tops of his hands as he felt up Tammy's thighs and hips. She moaned in genuine pleasure, delighting in how smoothly her new friend pulled her panties below her hips and caressed her vagina. In a swift motion, Tammy undid Eric's pants and grasped his throbbing erection.
Eric warmly kissed her, unbuttoning her white blouse as their exhalations filled the deserted parking lot. There was a rustle of stones behind him, but the sound barely registered with Eric as Tammy's chest rose and fell violently in his hands.
WHAP!!!
A flash of light split Eric's vision and pain clutched his skull. Lights blurred and tilted and arms held him from behind.
“Got him!” a different female voice from Tammy’s called out in triumph. Darkness washed Eric away.

When the river of darkness receded, leaving Eric beached in an upright position, he saw Atomic Girl smiling raptoursly.
“Why isn’t this a surprise?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. His elbows fumbled into the people seated on either side of him. Eric looked around confused.
“You know Tammy already, she’s Jade Dragon from my old Justice Force days,” Atomic girl explained, bemused. “The girl who sapped you is my protégé, Miho.”
Eric smiled grimly at the Asian girls on each side of him. Eric realized they were all in a limousine. “We’re not done, Eric, not even close,” Atomic girl stated. “I’m a woman in love!”
“How nice for you! When we get married can I still take things that don’t belong to me?”
Atomic Girl laughed. “Why did you leave me that red rose, Eric? That was so romantic!”
“It was a consolation,” Eric said. “Since, according to our deal, I won the match!”
Atomic girl stared at Eric lovingly, her pinky resting on her lip. “But we’re not finished. We’re going to fight again.”
“You like getting punched out, sweetie?” grumbled Eric. “Because I didn’t bring any roses this time.”
“Depends on who’s knocking me out..but you need to relax for now Eric, we both have a big night ahead of us!”
“I hope so.” Eric took in Atomic Girl’s round breasts and fine legs.
“Ladies, do to Eric what you do best to men,” Atomic Girl said.
Tammy and Miho giggled.
“All right, the second thing you do best to men.”
“Ohh? okay…” Tammy collected herself and landed a brutal judo chop to Eric’s neck. Multicolored pinwheels spun in Eric’s eyes and he felt his body relax. The second blow from the enthusiastic Miho impacted below Eric’s ear, turning out the lights.

Eric had to admit to himself that Atomic Girl was looking good. Tammy was tying up his boxing gloves as the four of them occupied the boxing ring in Atomic Girl’s home. She was talking to Eric, but he was barely listening, his attention was held by Atomic Girl, who stood in her corner with Miho.
“Don’t be a jerk, Eric, take your knockout like a gentleman,” Tammy said. “Can’t you see she loves you or she wouldn’t go through all this!”
“I know,” Eric replied, setting to his feet and brushing Tammy aside. Seeing him approach, Atomic Girl strode past Miho and met Eric in the middle of the ring.
“You ready for this, Eric? Cause you’re going down!”
Being this close to Atomic Girl in her green shorts and bikini top made Eric glad her was in the ring with her. I’ll knock her cold, he decided, a vision of the unconscious Atomic Girl flat on her back on the canvas flashing in his mind.
“What ever you say, Ms. Atomic Boobs!” Eric sneered mockingly.
Insulted, Atomic Girl threw the first punch and Eric dodged it. He sprang up and hammered Atomic Girl directly on the chin. She fumbled backward, confusion written all over her face.
Eric sliced her jaw with a powerful left hook, sending the female crime fighter sideways. Atomic Girl barely remained her. Her head bobbed back and forth, trying to slow down the spinning boxing ring.
Eric moved in closer, opening up a steady barrage of lefts and rights, alternating between Atomic Girl’s mid section and head. The clobbering stopped when Atomic Girl, dazed and groggy, fell back against the ropes. She stepped forward gingerly, a dopey smile on her face, eyes glassy. The blurred vision of Eric before made her smile more, knowing her lover was about to take her.
Taking a deep contented breath, Atomic Girl raised her gloves to just below her chin.
“Oooo K…Eric….I MH…ready….”
Eric reached over and pressed Atomic Girl’s raised fists to her side.
“Hey…whhhaaa…rong, Eric…bebe….”
“I have to do this right, Atomic Girl,” Eric explained, tilting Atomic Girl’s head into an upright position. He kissed his right boxing glove and pulled his arm back. “Or not at all. Sweet dreams, honey pot!”
BAM!!!!
Atomic Girl’s head shot back and her body went stiff. With a long sigh, she fell face first on the canvas, knocked out cold.

Eric waited outside Atomic Girl’s bedroom for five minutes. A very angry Tammy and Miho told Eric to wait at least long enough to see if Atomic Girl was going to be alright.
When Atomic Girl emerged from her room, she was dressed in a long white bathrobe. The beginnings of a round shiner gleamed around her right eye.
“Okay, Eric you win,” admitted Atomic Girl. “I’m no match for you.”
Eric moved to speak, but Atomic Girl stopped him. “I know you don’t feel toward me like I feel for you, but could I have one kiss, please.”
Eric felt his insides melt. “How can I not? He said to himself.
Eric wrapped Atomic Girl in his strong arms and their tongues danced in his mouth. When they finally broke the embrace, all Atomic Girl could do was look in Eric’s eyes with heartbreak.
“Good bye Eric.” she whispered. Eric held one long moment and peered longingly into Atomic Girl’s hazel-blue eyes. For a moment they were silent, but Atomic Girl begged him to stay.
Eric’s fist caught Atomic Girl on the button of the chin. Out like a light, her face fell gently on Eric’s shoulder. She sighed and went to sleep.
Eric lifted her in his arms like he was a bridegroom on his wedding night and carried Atomic Girl back in her bedroom, placing her carefully on the bed. Then he sat on the chair by the bed.
“I got her,” Eric said to Tammy and Miho who stood on the other side of the bed, glaring at the jewel thief. Then Tammy’s face softened when she looked at Atomic Girl, now smiling in her sleep.
“No, I think she’s got you!”

Eric's Angel Part One

Atomic Girl claimed no man could break her heart, Eric Powell, a professional jewel thief, came closest.
Eric was preparing to take down the security system of the Metro Art Museum and lift one of the priceless Romanov Diamonds when he encountered Atomic Girl.
More accurately, she encountered him.
Eric's back was turned to the buxom, statuesque, raven-haired crime fighter as she crept silently toward him. She landed a sharp judo chop to the thief's neck.
Pain jerked Eric's body and the burglar tools fell from his hands, clanking on the pavement of the museum alleyway where the security switch box was housed. Eric thought he had electrocuted himself and then was submerged in darkness. Atomic Girl knelt by the unconscious criminal and collected his tools for evidence with business-like rapidity. When Atomic Girl rolled Eric on his back to take a digital photo of him, a gasp of air escaped her lips. She fell in love with Eric instantly.
For a long moment, Atomic Girl was frozen, staring expressionlessly at Eric's handsome features. Grabbing his limp arms frantically, Atomic Girl tipped the robber over her shoulder. She checked the crime scene for any evidence that Eric had been there. Finding none, she carried Eric to her black 1966 GTO parked at the entrance to the alleyway. She dumped him the passenger seat, got the car started and sped off.

Eric woke an hour later on a large couch in a dark office. Moving was painful, but he finally worked himself to his feet. His vision cleared in time for him to peer out a window and see a dozen police cars, lights flashing a rainbow of colors, at the entrance of the Metro Museum.
"Damn!" Eric groaned to himself. "Slipped through my fucking fingers! How did I get here?"
On the next three jobs, Eric got clobbered from behind and transported before the police arrived. To his increasing aggravation, Eric decided he had been assigned a guardian angel. Atomic Girl, at the age of 32, was smitten for the first time in her life and had appointed herself Eric's angel.
In the previous decade, Rita guarded Metro City as second in command to Super Donna as part of the four woman Justice Force. Justice Force was publicly defeated by their arch enemy The Sisterhood of Evil. Atomic Girl and the others regrouped and eventually defeated The Sisterhood, but Super Donna announced her retirement, disbanding Justice Force so she could marry her much younger fiance.
Atomic Girl continued solo crime fighting, enjoying male companionship often and with no strings, as she always had. But one glance at Eric transformed her feelings. Intoxicated with love, Atomic Girl tracked Eric's every move from the roofs of Metro City. Watching him case his next target, she adored how easily he moved, undetected by the world around him, observing the deliveries to and security procedures of galleries and jewelry merchants.
"He's so good at this!" Atomic Girl thought in gleeful ecstasy.
Atomic Girl waited until midnight for Eric to move on the Martini Diamond Exchange warehouse. A few days before, the Exchange had received a substantial amount of uncut diamonds. With night vision goggles, Atomic Girl saw Eric appear on the exchange's roof top, opposite the one where she was concealed. He moved quickly to the skylight, methodically disarming the alarm system on the glass.
Discarding the goggles, Atomic Girl sprinted forward, picking up speed as she ran. Silently she sprang outward, leaping effortlessly the few feet between the buildings. Atomic Girl landed in a crouch, twenty feet from her prey. Atomic Girl slipped toward Eric, a stun wand in her hand.
Eric saw a blur in the glass move and spun quickly, smacking the wand from Atomic Girl's hand. Grabbing her other arm, Eric yanked the super heroine at him, slugging her in the gut.
"Atomic Girl?" he blurted, seeing the woman's face in the glare from the skylight. Atomic Girl winced speechlessly, her pretty face twisted in pain. "You've been following me?"
"Ye..ah..oooohhh....bastard!"
Eric released Atomic Girl and let her stand upright. Pulling a small sap from his pocket, Eric calculated the force needed and brought the sap down behind Atomic Girl's ear.
Cartoon stars and planets exploded and spun around her head. Atomic Girl swayed listlessly, glassy eyes sagging shut.
"Eric..Er...ohhh..."
The stars were most vivid and shiny when darkness crept over her.

Atomic Girl woke laying on a gurney in an ambulance. The male EMT who was shining a small light in her eyes said they responded to an anonymous report of an injured female on a roof top.
"There was no one there," he said. "But we found this note pressed into your cleavage!"
Atomic Girl grabbed the paper from the EMT's hand and unfolded it.
"So you're my guardian angel, Atomic Girl. I'm flattered. You know where to find me for round two!"

Atomic Girl was a week recovering from Eric's knockout blow. She contacted him a few days after she was released from the hospital, asking to met her at a nearby gym after closing hours.
The female crime fighter stood in a corner of the boxing ring at the far end of the gym, illuminated by the florescent lamp suspended from the ceiling. Eric liked Atomic Girl's body bathed in white light. "Just a week and a few days and you're back on your feet!" he called out to his opponent as he approached the ring.
"You bet!" responded Atomic Girl.
"I got your message asking me to meet you here," Eric stated, climbing into the ring, carrying with him a large gym bag. "What's on your mind, Atomic Girl?"
"It's Rita, please. You're on my mind, Eric!"
Atomic Girl rocked back and forth on her feet, her gloved arms swaying, as she watched Eric take his own boxing gloves from the bag. "In what way?" he asked.
"I've fallen in love with you, Eric, so we have issues to settle."
"Which ones?" Eric was glad he showed up.
"I can't involve myself with a criminal, so you have to give up crime."
Eric face contorted, first in astonishment and then distaste. "I make a great living at this!" Eric was already fitting on his boxing gloves.
"I figured you'd say that, so we'll work it out by fighting."
Eric laughed as quietly as he could. "Give up crime, are you insane?"
"No!" Atomic Girl regally insisted. "If I win, you leave crime for me!"
"For you!?"
"Yes...me!" Atomic Girl's feelings were baffled and hurt.
"And if I win?"
"Then it's over."
Eric found that he didn't want that. "Fine," he said. "We fight to a knockout. The one unable to answer a ten count loses."
"Agreed."
The pair came together at the ring's center and touched gloves. The first punches between them were slow and calculated. Both fighters easily deflected the blows; Atomic Girl smiling wider as Eric's face became more intent.
"Why me, Rita?" Eric asked as he increased the force and rapidity of his punches.
"How should I know?" was Atomic Girl's honest response. "I just..."

WHAM!!!!

Eric's fist slammed directly into Atomic Girl's face and she stumbled, eyes glaring in confusion. Eric quickly stunned her with a right to the chin.
Atomic Girl felt herself fall toward the turnbuckle. Seconds later, Eric hammered her midsection with a pounding left as Atomic Girl dreamily wondered why her lover was about to hit her again.
Doubled over in misery from the gut shot, Atomic Girl was defenseless. She heard Eric laugh louder and merrier this time and an upper cut straightened her out completely. Atomic Girl's vision went black and she dropped against the turnbuckle.Coming to rest in a sitting position, Atomic Girl gave two muted groans as her head lolled back and forth. Then she was unconscious.
Eric skipped the 10 count; he had calibrated the final punch to put Atomic Girl to sleep.
"Good night, Rita!" Eric declared, removing his gloves. He felt a delighted surprise at addressing Atomic Girl by her first name.
Removing a thorn less red rose from his duffel bag, Eric pressed it gently into the exposed portion of Atomic Girl's breasts. After removing her boxing gloves, he kissed the knocked out super heroine and gently caressed her smooth cheeks and chin.

Atomic Girl woke 30 minutes later. Eric had vanished and her face ached.
The rose's fragrance filled her nostrils, clearing her head. Pressing the flower to her nose, Atomic Girl decided it was not over!

Mating Season The Conclusion

When Will’s eyes opened again, he saw Diana and another woman standing over him.
“Where am I?” he mumbled slowly, his head still foggy from the gas Diana had administered on the jet.
“You’re on our home island, Will,” Diana said, Then the Amazon stepped back respectfully and the other woman of intense regal beauty stepped in Diana’s place. “Will, this is our ruler, Queen Tatiana!” Diana added.
The woman smiled at Will and her face exploded with loveliness. Will was startled by the transformation, noticing for the first time Tatiana’s full breasts. When he moved to sit up, Tatiana told him to stay on his back.
“You’ll need your rest,” the Amazon queen added.
“Our majesty is Daphne’s aunt,” Diana mentioned.
“My niece lost her parents in an earthquake 15 years ago and I raised her as my own child. I trained her to be brave and wise and a true member of our Sisterhood.”
“She’s all those things.” Will said, not sure where the conversation was going. “Am I here to be married?”
“Yes, Daphne has chosen you as her mate,” Queen Tatiana responded. “You’re a better physical specimen than Diana’s new husband, but he appears to be more…”
“Intelligent,” supplied Diana.
“Yes, thank you!” Tatiana nodded approvingly at Diana and then looked back to the man in the bed. “Yes, Will, you seem like an oaf.”
“I do not!”
“Diana, you can go back to John, but please tell Daphne the ceremony will be tomorrow. She should be ready,” Tatiana ordered. Diana bowed her head and left the room.
Tatiana smiled at Will again and sat beside him on the bed, beginning to undo her top. “Only a woman can rule Amazon Island, so the queen never marries.”
“Okay…” Wills aid, watching as more and more of Tatiana’s upper body appeared and her clothes collected on the bedroom floor. “So to compensate, the queen gets to spend one night with each man brought to the island before they are married.”
Will watched Tatiana pull back the blanket that had covered him and then slowly remove his shorts. “I like this arrangement, Will!”

Will kissed Tatiana, gently taking the Amazon queen in his arms. Tatiana let out a gentle sigh and awoke. The two had made love until Will passed out in exhaustion at four in the morning.
“Good morning your majesty!” Will whispered.
“Good morning to you, too!” Tatiana replied, sitting up. “Daphne will be happy to discover you are an outstanding lover.”
“She knows that already,” Will said, blankly.
Tatiana froze in the action of putting on her morning dress. “What?!”
“Yeah, didn’t she tell you?” Will turned to Tatiana, smiling knowingly. “We hit the sack right after I knocked her out in a boxing match.”
“She let herself be taken…after she was defeated…by an oaf?!”
“No, after she was defeated in a fair fight,” insisted Will. "And when she came around, Daphne didn't need much persuading to get undressed."
Tatiana wanted to punch Will out after his last comment, but steadied herself. Daphne was not the first Amazon sent into the world of men to find a husband and return with an insensitive imbecile. Still, she had raised her neice not to be a woman who falls for the guy who lays her out in combat!
"Will, thank you for the information, I'll have to have a talk with Daphne,' Tatiana said. "In the meantime, we need to get you ready."
"What do I have to do?" Will asked, his lips still cradling a smirk.
"Not much." Tatiana pointed a small aerosal can at Will and pressed down on the nosle. Will really liked the smell, it was sweet and then a piano crashed on him. With a sigh, he fell face down on the bed.

"Hey, Will, wake up!"
The darkness slowly cleared from Will's eyes and he saw John and Diana standing over him. "How you feeling?" John asked him.
"Now what's going on?" Will asked, sitting up in his chair. He was seated in a large wooden chair in an open green field. Most of Amazon Island's population had gathered for the nuptials, with Daphne dressed in a white summer dress and Queen Tatiana right next to her. The Amazon girl smiled joyfully at Will.
"Come on Will, this is your big moment!" Diana said, helping John get Will to his feet. "It'll be over quickly!"
"Fellow Sisters of Amazon Island, we are gathered for the marriage of my neice Daphne to her chosen mate in keeping with our rituals for a thousand years!" Tatiana told the crowd. As the Queen continued with the ceremony, Will looked over his bride and had to admit Daphne wasn't only beatiful, but a sweet girl. At least she's not going to be trouble and kids aren't so bad, he decided. This won't be so painful, Will thought, looking around at all the other goregeous women gathered for the ceremony.
Tatiana brought the couple together. "By the power invested in me by our ancestral goddesses, Venus and Demeter, I pronounce you, Daphne and Will, wife and mate!"
Applause and cheering went up from the crowd and John and Diana congratulated Will.
"You may kiss the bride!" Tatiana declared.
Will and Daphne looked at each other for the first time since she had gased him in the boxing ring. "Will, do you love me?"
Will thought for a moment and said honestly. "Yes, I think I do."
The two embraced in a long affectionate kiss, which prompted another cheer from the audience.
"Daphne, you may knock out your groom!" Tatiana said aloud.
Will glared in surpise at Daphne, whose right fist was already pulled back behind her ear. "You know, Will, I think I can do it this time!"
"Daphne hold up..."
BAM!!!
The punch knocked Will out on his feet instantly. He swayed listlessly and tipped foward. Daphne caught him over her shoulder and carried her new husband to her personal chambers. The guests, including Tatiana, cheered her victory.

Mating Season Part 1

The gas filled Will’s nostrils and lungs, making the boxing ring tilt and spin. He felt himself swerve sideways and his vision dim, barely seeing Daphne’s aerosol can extended at him, a jet of pink gas engulfing his face.
Then the world went out from under him and Will was on the canvas, flat on his stomach, boxing gloved hands at his side. Glimpsing Daphne’s bare feet, he smiled and went completely to sleep.
“You got him,” said Diana, walking across the ring to her friend. “You could have just punched him out.”
“No,” Daphne admitted. “I don’t think I could have. Grab his arms.”
The Amazons had begun their yearly mating season a month earlier. Daphne and Diana were one of ten pairs of girls in their mid 20s dispatched from Amazon Island to the world of men. Their object was to bring home permanent mates.
The hunt had gone smoothly for Diana, a tall, strongly built warrioress descended from the African branch of the Amazon sisterhood. The mating ritual required an Amazon to defeat her potential husband in single combat, so the pair joined a boxing club in one of the large cities of the men.
John and Diana fell for each other at first sight. John wasn’t the perfect specimen Diana had been instructed to find; a little thin and by two inches the shortest guy in the gym. But Diana thought he was handsome and found his company stimulating. When Diana offered to box him, John was thrilled because he knew he didn’t stand a chance.
Diana tagged him a few times at the start of round one. Then the Amazon smiled seductively and slammed three rapid upper cuts to John’s chin and jaw, each blow followed by a flash of lighting in John’s skull. The he simply relaxed, savoring the sensation of tumbling backward into sleep.
“He should have known that would happen,” Daphne remarked to Will as they leaned against the ropes, watching John slumber through the count.
“That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen John in the time I’ve known him,” Will answered. “I think he’s in love!”
“He better be,” added Daphne. “Because Diana sure is!”
At “ten!” Diana scooped up the unconscious male in her arms and carried him to her dressing room.
“Ready to give it another try tomorrow?” Will playfully nudged Daphne’s ass and the statuesque blonde shoved back. “You can be sure!”
Daphne had fallen in love with her chosen mate as fast as Diana had went for John. But challenging Will to a boxing match was a mistake. Throughout her childhood, Daphne had heard of the epic battles ancestors like Penthesilea and Hippolyta had waged against male aggressors. The Amazons now took permanent male companions, but the old stories lived in their subconscious and Daphne looked forward to her own confrontation with the mythic beast.
Will only fought women and almost always knocked his competition out cold. If he flattened the right girl, they would end up sleeping together. Looking over Daphne’s superb thighs as she stood in her corner, ready to fight, Will decided she was one of the right girls.
At the bell, Will threw himself at Daphne. She deflected every punch and tracked Will’s movements, waiting for his defenses to fail for just a moment. Daphne loved being pursued by Will, his arms reaching to embrace her in a barrage of punches. Combat with her sisters on Amazon Island had never been this pleasurable, Daphne thought and her smile brightened every time her gloves smacked Will’s body.
As their violent tango continued, Daphne hardly noticed Will was darting left to right, drawing closer to his opponent, backing her to the ropes.
A sharp left-right to her head took Daphne off her feet and propelled her into the ropes. Will stepped in and repeated the left-right assault, this time punishing Daphne’s stomach. She bowed forward in agony, shocked eyes wide. Will’s right hook collided with Daphne’s jaw, spinning her vision.
The brutal left uppercut that bashed the button of Daphne’s chin put her in a daze. Will danced backward, grinning wolfishly, as he made room for the groggy, staggering Amazon. Will measured his next punch carefully and launched.
“Ooooffff!!!” Daphne moaned, the gut shot freezing her in mid step. Pain raced from her mid section, clutching her entire body. Will landed a pair of left-right combos that turned out the lights in Daphne’s head.
The Amazon’s body lagged behind her brain. Daphne stumbled toward Will again, arms spasming wildly, eyes glassy as she fell into darkness.
Diana and Will’s voices bubbled up in the blackness and Daphne smiled when she saw them speaking to her. She blinked her eyes into focus and settled back on the stool against the turnbuckle.
“Diana?....the lights…is it Saturnalia….uhm?” Daphne asked slowly. “Will, why aren't we fighting?”
Will suppressed a chuckle. “I knocked you out. The fight is over.”
“Already?” Daphne asked, happily confused.
“Yes.” Will said.
“Wow! Can you take me to my apartment, Will?”


Dreams of love making with Daphne still glimmered in Will’s head when he woke.
Looking around, he saw he was in the cabin of a jet. He started to leap up when a voice, soothing and feminine, called his name. Diana was seated at the bed.
“Diana? Where the hell am I?”
“You’re on a jet, will, you’re going to my home island,” Diana smiled at the boxer and pressed him back to the bed. “Daphne has chosen you as her mate.”
“Home island? Daphne’s mate?”
The perplexity in Will’s voice sounded like pain.
“Have you heard of the Amazons, the mythical female warriors?”
Diana removed a small green cylinder and face mask from under the bed.
“Yes.” Will stammered.
“Daphne and I are members of that race. We came to your city to select mates. I chose John and Daphne picked you. We’re transporting you home.”
“You’re kidnapping me?!”
“We don’t like that word, Will. And yes,” Diana explained. “But you’ll be happy with Daphne, she’s in love with you!”
Diana quickly connected rubber tubing to a valve on the cylinder and then the face mask to the other end. A sharp hiss followed when she turned the release on the small tank.
“But I don’t want to be anyone’s mate!”
“John loved the idea,” said Diana. “We’re to be married when we arrive.”
“John likes women to dominate him, I don’t!” Will asserted.
“This makes you perfect for Daphne!” With her left arm, Diana firmly pinned Will to the bed. “Breath normally Will. This is a precaution, we don’t want people to know where the island is. Just relax, John did.”
Skillfully, Diana covered Will’s mouth and nose with the gas mask.
“Relax?!...I can…mumppphhh….umphhh….”
Heaviness filled Will’s body. Diana’s affectionate words became murky and then silence. He felt a gentle caress on his cheek and sleep consumed him whole.

Adrienne

Adrienne took up boxing to lose weight. Marc, her friend and co-worker, was surprised when she asked about his gym. Marc had been boxing there for a few years.
Marc didn’t think his friend was aggressive enough for the ring. Adrienne could very shy, smiling defensively among strangers. Socially she was jovial and enjoyed eating and drinking especially. Marc assumed Adrienne would do what so many heavy-set girls did as they approached thirty: got heavier.
But Adrienne’s plumpness rapidly vanished once she started training. A craving to punch whoever she faced in the ring burst from the girl, threatening to consume her opponent and whoever stood by the ropes, as Marc often did. Watching Adrienne’s eyes, March saw that she was a rare beginner for whom training was not a demanding chore, but an intense form of play.

The pair began sparring at Marc’s suggestion. Watching Adrienne’s legs propel her around the ring as she pummeled other female boxers made Marc curious about Adrienne’s body.
“Should we? Are you sure?” Adrienne asked. The anticipation in Adrienne’s request triggered excitement in Marc. “I might hurt a big guy like you!”
“You?” Marc answered facetiously.
“Yeah, me!” Adrienne almost laughed. “I love fighting!”
“Sparring, Adrienne, we’ll only be sparring. I’ll be safe.”

Marc’s final two punches slammed Adrienne on both sides of her chin, bouncing her head backwards. Stars and lights flew everywhere in her skull, melting onto the shattered vision of the boxing ring. Whiteness flared in Adrienne’s brain as she fumbled on her heels, arms swinging limply and knees buckling. Blackness embraced Adrienne’s body like a passionate lover and she succumbed to its caresses serenely.
Electric pleasure surged through Marc’s lions as he followed Adrienne, her eyes already shut, as she collapsed against the ropes. The impact rattled the turnbuckles and Adrienne slipped down until her ass touched the canvas and she slumped against the ropes.
Her legs stretched out with limp feet pointed away from each other. Adrienne’s fists rested on her thighs and crotch, a fleeting smile of contentment her face, which came to rest, falling on her right shoulder.
Adrienne was knocked out cold.
Her seconds swarmed into the ring, ignoring the ref’s count and Marc who stood over the defeated girl. Unthinkingly, Marc pulled off his gloves and watched intensely as Adrienne melon-like tits peacefully rose and fell, nipples erect under the fabric of her sports bra. Marc stepped toward the unconscious girl, wanting to fondle her when he stumbled into the ref who was helping revive Adrienne.
“Marc, Holy Christ, she’s out like a light!” the ref scolded. “What were you thinking?”
Marc’s tongue spat a cascade of unrelated words. The confusion lifted from his brain and Marc finally understood what he had done.
“God!...Is Adrienne okay?” he asked.
“Let’s hope!” replied Cathy, Adrienne’s training partner. “Isn’t she your friend?”
“Yeah!”
The ref waved smelling salts by Adrienne’s nose. A moan followed a fidgety jerk of her head as darkness drained from Adrienne’s eyes. A fuzzy humming filled her body as consciousness poured into her brain. Adrienne scanned the ring in total perplexity.
“…where was I…Cath? Marc?”
“Okay Adrienne, sit still,” the ref urged her. “Marc knocked you out!”
Deeper bafflement showed on the girl fighter’s face. “He did?”
“I’m sorry Adrienne, I don’t know…I got carried off…”
“Oh…” Adrienne appeared to concentrate momentarily and then suddenly grinned to herself.
Cathy and the ref knelt beside Adrienne and hooked her still limp arms around their shoulders. In one seamless effort, they lifted their friend to her feet and transported her to the women’s locker room. A look of calm was on Adrienne’s face, like a problem had just been solved.

Adrienne straddled Marc, who lay in exhausted sleep before her. The sides of her bare bent knees barely touched Marc’s rib cage that faintly registered his breathing. Leaning forward to look at her lover’s passive face, Adrienne felt for the first time in hours the throbbing purple bruise beneath her right eye. As her palms grazed Marc’s chest, Adrienne fell in love.
Until that day, Adrienne had never considered Marc sexually. But when she woke from the knockout, Marc was transformed. Marc moved, to Adrienne’s newly awakened eyes, like a male beast that had claimed his mate. Her senses completely reassembled in the locker room, Adrienne knew she had to possess that strength.
Resting at home after the fight, Adrienne could only think of how the left-right combination that ended the match felt. The more she mentally replayed the moment, the massive walls of leather hammering her, the more excited Adrienne became. She finally called Marc and asked if she could come over to his townhouse.
Adrienne moved slowly around the living room, exploring its contents as she told Marc how exhilarating her first match was.
“It felt great to hit you Marc, I can’t get over it!” exclaimed Adrienne. Staring at the purple smudge beneath Adrienne’s eye, Marc wondered if Adrienne was drunk or if he had hit her too hard.
“I want to fight again!!” Adrienne added at an excited pitch. “Soon, real soon!”
Marc was on his feet and they kissed.

When Andrea showed up at the gym one day, Marc got worried. The cute, full-chested boxedora had been Adrienne’s room mate a few years before. The friendship went very sour when Andrea missed four months of rent and damaged part of her bedroom. Adrienne had been left to cover the bill.
At the same time, Marc had an affair with Andrea, which he intentionally concealed from Adrienne. Andrea was a powerful fuck, but she couldn’t confine herself to one man, which annoyed Marc, even in a cheap fling. Watching Andrea prowl around the boxing ring renewed his fascination with her black hair and long, strong legs. Marc also knew the former roommates would meet again and likely work out their differences with their fists. Marc hoped Andrea would keep her mouth shut about their time together.
When the meeting came a few weeks later, the two women barely spoke. Marc thought, briefly, the pair would hate each other in silence. Quickly, Andrea found out who her old roommate was now living with and publically challenged Adrienne.
“Don’t worry,” Andrea assured Marc right after Adrienne accepted Andrea’s challenge. “I won’t tell her about the thing we had. You can trust me.”
“I don’t,” he answered blankly.
“You know I’m going to flatten her, that’s what I really want!”
“Why?”
“Because I cheated her and left her to pay my debts,” Andrea said, serenely. “Now I’m going to clean her clock!”
Andrea grinned when she said “clean her clock” and her discretely pointed canines flashed, flaring lust in Marc. “I’m going to beat up Adrienne because it will be fun. Is it true how you two hooked up?”
“No…”
“Somebody told me you knocked Adrienne out cold.” Andrea suggested. “That night you two were screwing!”
Marc hadn’t told anyone that fact.
“A victorious woman always brags, Marc!” Andrea added after a moment of silence. “I’ll knock her out for you again. That sounds great, doesn’t it?” Andrea’s canines gleamed a second time.
“Sure,” Marc replied, certain of his answer.

“Keep clear of the cow until you’re ready to unload on her!” Cathy said as finished tying Adrienne’s boxing gloves. Marc rubbed his girlfriend’s bare shoulders and neck. “Stay loose Adrienne and keep moving. Andrea’s a little heavier than you, so there will be a little drag on her.”
“That fat ass of hers!” Adrienne sneered with a laugh. “I should have done this awhile back!”
Marc kissed Adrienne behind her ear and an excited shiver ripped through the girl. “I love you, honey!”
Adrienne nodded positively as the bell rang, cutting off her verbal reply.
Andrea moved out, only raising her arms as she got close to Adrienne. “Ready?” Andrea asked calmly.
“Yes!” Adrienne responded.
Both girls suddenly spun in a circle way from each other. Adrienne pivoted on her feet and reversed herself, slamming her right into Andrea’s jaw. Her left followed rapidly, bashing the other side of Andrea’s face, rattling her brains. Andrea ordered herself backwards, despite the jolt of pain searing her skull and shot her fists up defensively. Andrea blocked most of Adrienne’s blows, landing a few punches in return.
Adrienne only flinched at first from Andrea’s body shots. Dancing away from the stinging jabs, Adrienne felt pleasure pulse through her arms and legs. She laughed to herself every time one of Andrea’s punches missed its mark.
“When!? When?!” Marc muttered to himself as he yelled advice to his lover. He watched both fighters’ tight legs and rumps, recalling how it felt to have both women naked in his arms. Adrienne was better as a lover; her orgasms still leveled Marc as his punch had leveled her.
“When!?” he demanded.
Coming out for the second round, Adrienne felt giddy to hit Andrea. The two fighters circled each other: Adrienne taking every opportunity to strike, while Andrea, eyes intent, watched Adrienne predatorily.
Shifting backward, Andrea dodged a left-right combination and pounded a left at Adrienne’s belly. Satisfaction filled Andrea as her opponent doubled over, exposing her face.
SOCK!!
Andrea slugged Adrienne on the jaw, landing her on the canvas. Adrienne’s senses were jumbled from the blow.
“Damn, is she out?” Marc gasped, shaking the ropes in anticipation. “Get up Adrienne!” Cathy shouted.
The downed boxer shook her head and searched the ring. A smirking Andrea was standing in a neutral corner, glaring at her former roommate as Adrienne hauled herself to her feet.
Andrea moved in , slugging Adrienne twice in the gut. The girl winced in pain and Andrea didn’t hesitate to deliver an upper cut.
WAP!!
Adrienne tumbled into the ropes and Andrea closed in. Fists raised at eye level to the dazed beginner, Andrea fired off a series of left-right combos to Adrienne’s face, rocking her head violently. Adrienne’s body twisted from the punches, flapping her arms in the air.
“No! No!” Cathy and March screamed together, his voice louder than hers.
Andrea clobbered Adrienne two more times and stepped back. Adrienne sagged against the ropes, arms reaching blindly, a dazed, confused smile creeping across her face. Andrea stepped in again and hammered Adrienne’s chin.
The ropes stretched back and then contracted. Adrienne, out on her feet, wobbled forward, arms and legs and head jerking in multiple directions. Then her entire being felt calm and Adrienne was enveloped in soothing velvety blackness. Her upper torso spun as she fell to the canvas, landing on her back.
Andrea was laughing out loud as the ref slowly began to count. “The bitch is out!” she yelled at the cry of “Five!” Seeing Adrienne’s eyes barely open, Andrea knelt at her opponent’s ear.
“Adrienne, I fucked Marc long and hard!” Andrea sneered.
The words went down the same blackness that swallowed Adrienne and joined the collidascope of images and sensations she would barely remember when she woke five minutes later in Marc’s arms.

Justice Force - Part Seven

Dave woke the next morning with only the memory of getting knocked out by Gwen and then fucking her stupid that night. When he reached Justice Force HQ, he found Jade Dragon and Super Donna working out in the gym.
"Hey stranger, get lost last night?" Donna asked.
Dave only gave a sly smile in response. "Donna, I want to box you, right now!"
There was a tone in Dave's voice and a reckless glimmer in the curl of his lips that held both women speechless for a moment. "No," Donna finally answered. "I'd knock you out like I did before. You know better!"
"Afraid to fight a man, Donna?"
Donna shot a sudden glare at Dave, not sure if she heard him correctly. She walked up to him carefully, looking the young man up and down, like she was meeting him for the first time. "Get you gloves on Dave," she said slowly. "You'll ref, right Jade?"
Jade broke away from staring at Dave. "Yeah..sure..."
"Thank you! Obviously Dave didn't learn the first time!" Donna intoned.
Dave's eyes met Super Donna's. "We've never had a first time, Donna. And the girls have taught me a lot since then!"
Super Donna playfully nudged him backward. "We'll see all you've learned when Jade and I lift you off the mats!"
Both fighters were on the mats within five minutes. Jade Dragon couldn't take her eyes off Dave, particularly his midsection. She saw Super Donna scanning the same part of Dave's anatomy with approval and whispered in her ear.
"Don't spend the fight looking at his cock or he'll knock you out for certain," Jade Dragon advised.
Super Donna looked at Jade knowingly. Not even in the thick of fight had Donna's eyes blazed this wildly. "First i'm going to cream Dave and then he's going to cream me!"
Jade stood between the two fighters. "Ready?" she asked. "Fight!"
Super Donna raced at Dave, cocking her right fist back.
POW!!!!
The red glove connected expertly on Dave's chin, halting him in his tracks and springing his head back. Smilling manically, Super Donna stepped aside as the young man, swaying on his feet from the blow, let his eyes close. All the air escaped his lungs and flopped on the mats, out cold.
"Donna, you sucker punched Dave!" Jade Dragon blurted.
"You bet!"
"How did it feel?"
"Great!" Super Donna hauled the lifeless male over her right shoulder and carried him effortlessly back to her sleeping quarters. She woke Dave with a few well placed, gentle slaps. Super Donna undressed as he came around.

The next night Dave made a suggestion to Atomic Girl. Normally, she would not object to having more than one person in her bed at a time, but they had to be male. Then Dave smiled and Atomic Girl just melted. Then dave went to Jade Dragon and Power Princess, who needed no persuading at all.
"Hey, Donna honey, wake up, we need to talk," Dave whispered to the woman he loved. Donna opened her eyes slowly, residual sleep from her nap still weighed down her eyelids. Dave and Donna had spent all night and most that day making love until Donna fell asleep, exhausted, in Dave's arms. Yet Dave still had plenty of energy, which baffled him when he thought about it.
"What is it, sweatheart?" she asked. "Oh..hi girls."
"Hi, Donna," Atomic Girl laughed. "Had a good night?"
The other two girls simply giggled among themselves.
"I've got a really great idea!" Dave said. "It might seem crazy, but I think we're up for it. I know I am!"
Super Donna was confused. "What?"
"A four way," explained Dave. "Tonight I service Justice Force together!"
Donna's face twisted in hurt perplexity. "Have you lost your mind? You just spent the last 20 hours telling me how much you love me."
Dave smiled. "And I do!"
Supper Donna surveyed the bed. "Okay, I think there's room for all!"
That night Dave drown in female flesh. One after another he made passionate love to Atomic Girl, Power Princess and Jade Dragon. Always he returned to Donna, more in love with her and her body with every passing hour. Jade Dragon and Power Princess went under first, sprawled on the bed like defeated prize fighters slumbering through the ten count. Atomic Girl soon followed, inventing new forms of praise for Dave and his penis.
The rising sun found Dave and Super Donna in the throes of the final bout of love making.
"Harder..nex time..." she gasped into Dave's bare chest. "...hard...er..."
Dave put his arms around the woman he loved and they both fell into peacefull sleep.

The whistle of the alarm system jolted Atomic Girl awake. Stumbling groggily, Atomic Girl took two minutes to reach the computer screen that informed her of a robbery in progress at First National Bank of the Nation.
"Oh crap!" she sighed and ambled clumsily back to Super Donna's bedroom.
"Come on Power Princess, wake up!" said Atomic Girl, nudging the second youngest member of Justice Force.
The black crime fighter hardly opened her eyes. "Hey Rita, I don't go that way..."
"No, Jackie, we have a robbery in progress!"
"That's just great!" Power Princess groaned, kicking Jade Dragon under the bed. "We've been called to action!"
"Go away!" Jade Dragon said, rolling off the bed.

Eventually Justice Force got dressed and boarded Justice Force One jet which landed them minutes later downtown. Police had surronded the bank which was occupied by The Sisterhood of Evil. Crowds of civilians and reporters pressed to see the arrival of Justice Force.
"They're here, Sylvia!" Lynx called out to her boss.
"Finally! Dave must have ploughed them pretty good," Sylvia replied. "All right ladies, let's clobber some girl scouts!"
Cameras from every media outlet followed The Sisterhood as they struted down the bank steps to confront the sleepy Justice Force.
"All right Sylvia, we have you surronded!" Super Donna yelled. "You going to give up?"
"No." Sylvia answered blankly. A reporter and cameraman from an international new network ran up to the female adversaries. Sylvia waited a moment for effect and slugged Supper Donna on the chin. The image of Super Donna's eyes crossing and mouth falling slack was broadcast worldwide.
"Did..nt...c...that...coming..." Donna fell foward to the ground, ass hiked up in the air and her goofily grinning face pressed against the lawn.
Screaming, Dave lead as Justice Force collided instantly with The Sisterhood of Evil.
Gwen ducked out two of Red Dragon's punches and kicked the raven haired crime fighter directly on the jaw.
"Just like old times, sweetie!" Gwen yelled and slugged Jade Dragon in the stomach. As her victim doubled over in agony, Gwen launched a flying kick that caught Jade Dragon low on the jaw. Stars exploded everywhere and Jade Dragon felt the world spin counter clockwise as darkness consumed her.
"Sleep tight, bitch!" snorted Gwen, kicking the unconcious Jade Dragon in the ribs.
Lynx and Puma clothes lined Power princes easily. Grabbing the black girl by her hair, they worked her over for five minutes as viewers watched. When they finished, the evil twin sisters let the beaten superherione slump to the ground.
Sylvia confronted Dave and Atomic Girl. "Come on you two!" she taunted. Just as they both leapt at her, Pheramoan landed a chop to both their necks. Atomic Girl and Dave staggered and went out for the count.
Sylvia, her opponents quickly dispatched, pulled a camera down to the unconscious Super Donna.
"Take a good look, Metropolis! These are your protectors! A collection of useless clothes horses!" She threw Super Donna back to the ground. "The time of Justice Force is gone! The day of The Sisterhood of Evil has dawned! We own the city!!!"