Ella

"I can't decide if I should knock you out and then fuck you or fuck and then beat you up."
Either combination excited the already stimulated Louis.
Ella was turning out to be exactly what Louis had hoped for: a brown skinned amazon, ready for sex or a fight. Her mass of frizzy black hair reached her shoulders and she had great legs that were hardly covered by her silver colored shorts. Ella's powerful biceps were stretched along the top ropes of the turnbuckle that she sat against.
"But either way you're getting knocked out!" Ella concluded, shifting her thighs to give Louis a leg show.
Then she stood up. "When I fight a male, he always goes to dreamland!"
As she walked slowly toward Louis, Ella looked him over with satisfaction. It was obvious he enjoyed her trash talk, which straddled threat and seduction. Ella was going to make good her promise and Louis was very happy.
Ella agreed to the challenge match after hearing positive reviews from the other female members of the Amazonia Boxing Club. "He's got a kickstand," one woman told her. "And it doesn't know when to stop!" Another girl said Louis was not shy about cunnilingus, which always got her stoked for what came next. Praise like that left Ella with the impression that Louis was a "Gentle," a straight male who enjoys beatings from a female. And his wide eyed look when they were face to face confirmed her belief.
"Ready, Louis?"
"Hell yes!"
WHAP!
The round house right, sudden and brutal, threw Louis into the ropes. He bounced back in front of Ella, who had a left cocked and ready for launch.
But Louis was out on his feet, his eyes open to slits and lower jaw dangling apishly. Vague wishes to fuck Ella swirled in his clouded brain with the memories of his recent one-nighter with Kaylee earlier in the month. Ella raised her glove to Louis' forehead and nudged him gently. Louis droped backwards, landing on the canvas.
Satisfied that Louis was thoroughly exploring dreamland, Ella retrieved a notepad from her gym bag, along with a blue ribbon. After scribbling her cell number on a sheet of paper, Ella yanked down his trunks, exposing Louis' stiffy. She fastened the note to his penis and pressed her lips to his dick. Ella then kissed Louis on the lips and went to her dressing room.

As much as he was dying to fuck Ella, Louis took a few days to recover from defeat. Emma
the Ref, while opening the club the next morning at 9 am, found him prone and naked. She took a minute to admire Louis' endowment and then pulled his trunks up. Once he was awake and on his feet, Louis was taken home by Emma.
While he healed, Louis wondered if a woman like Ella fell in love. And if she did, might her emotions be as violent as her punches? That possibility didn't scare Louis.

Ella invited herself to Louis' apartment for dinner when he called, bringing a bottle of wine to go with the pasta he prepared. They got tipsy after dinner and Ella asked him how long he'd been in lovewith being knocked out by women. Louis answered "since college," but they both knew it was earlier than that.
"I was beating up guys in high school," Ella admitted with pride. "I liked the ones who wanted to date me after I won."

They had sex till three in the morning. Ella was on top most of the night, but Louis couldn't have cared less.
"Do I own you, Louis?" she asked, perched on her lover's chest. Exhausted and slightly drunk, Louis admitted he was Ella's property.
"And I can do whatever I want to you?" 
 "Of course."
A lupine grin graced Ella's face and she pulled back a tightly clinched fist.
"Wait Ella...I still want to..."
Ella relaxed her arm. "I know what you need!"
Her long arms slipped softly around his neck and pulled him into her cleavage. Louis naturally squirmed, but he fixed in place.
Ella whispered "Good night!" Her brown breasts cut off all air to his mouth and nose. She could only see his wide, panicked eyes. His shallow gasping barely reached her.  Strength escaped his limbs. Stars and black spots hit his vision and then smeared into blackness.
Ella's demented chuckle was all Louis heard before his brain shut down and he went to sleep.
Lifting her tits away, Ella gave Louis a deep kiss and slapped her breasts across his face, expecting a reaction. There was none.
"You're out!" Ella purred in his ear.
She kissed him one more time and rolled over in total satisfaction, her chin resting on his shoulder. Before drifting off, Ella decided what to make for breakfast.

MK Gets Clobbered

"You'll enjoy it," Max told Jena, who trusted his judgment. When they were together, he always knew which female opponents would be the biggest pleasure for Jena to beat senseless. Those victories made Jena want and love Max more. It was one of the reasons Jena regretted breaking up with Max.
"She's short, shorter than me," Jena pointed out and she and Max watched MK Skywalker sparring at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Max agreed. "But MK is strong and fast. She'll give you a good fight."
"Before I cream the bitch?"
All the qualities Max described in MK were on display at that moment, along with cockiness. He felt strongly about MK, having boxed with her a month earlier and fighting with an older man excited MK intensely. She provoked him with teasing remarks like "golden oldie" and being "an gray hair." Max allowed the fight to reach the fourth round and began working MK over. The blows were damagingly precise.
MK began clinching her adversary, but Max always pushed her away and resumed his beating. A glassy sheen, obvious to Max, shown in MK's eyes and he knew she was hoping to be knocked cold. with an abrupt shove, Max wedged MK into a corner and launched a thirty second barrage on her belly and head.
When he let up, MK barely stood up. In her eyes was the same craving he saw in women who wanted a lover's touch. "You want this, don't you?" he said.
MK nodded fitfully.
"You are going to be so knocked out, missy! I think you're about to cum!"
The from the floor upper cut jerked MK from her feet. A powerful orgasm tore through MK. After he counted her out, Max left MK fast asleep on the canvas.

A bout with Jena excited MK even more than the one with Max did. MK liked black women with melon shaped breasts and in the says leading up to the bout, she fantasied about how Jena was going to knock her out. Over and over MK rubbed into her mind was the image of  Jena's glove hurtling her across the ring on her back, like in a cartoon, skidding to a halt in her corner, out cold and smiling.

While Emma the Ref reviewed the rules thoroughly for both fighters, MK fell hard for her challenger.
"You ladies understand what I sad?"
"Yeah." said Jena, looking straight at MK.
"Yes!" the slightly shorter Asian girl affirmed.
"Hey, little girl...?"
"What?" MK answered Jena.
"Good night."
POW!
The lights switched off in MK's brain. Emma and Kaylee, MK's second, caught their friend inches from the canvas. They carried the limp girl back to her folding chair and revived her.

"Batgirl...more tongue...please..." MK sighed as her eyes opened. "Hey?! What happened?"
"Jena suckered you." Kaylee told MK, who was blinking her vision into focus. "Is the fight over?"
"Only if you want it to be." Emma suggested.
Shaking her head, MK stood up. "I have a date with this girl and I'm keeping it!"
For two rounds, Jena worked on MK, wearing her down slowly and it didn't take long for the punches to have an effect. By the end of the second, MK felt all the strength felt beat out of her. MK's reactions slowed and she could barely fend off the black girl who was roping her into a corner.
In round three, Jena slammed a right hook to MK's skull, snapping it, along with MK's body, sideways, in an almost comic stagger. Jena pushed MK's head back into target position and delivered an upper cut.
Darkness crowded MK's brain. In the interminable wait as the third punch came her way, MK loved Jena, especially her tormentor's full breasts.
BAM!!
MK was flung into the corner. Jena moved toward her so slowly that MK hoped, as she felt her legs begin to cave, that she would be safely on the canvas, before the big girl inflicted more punishment.
The hard left to MK's midsection crushed that hope.
Now she barely saw Jena. Nothing came from the half conscious Asian girl except 'ooofffsss" and "uuuuhhhh"s as Jena's struck with surgical precision. MK felt the knock out coming and when it arrived on a phantom left, it felt like a lover's embrace.
Landing on her knees in front of Jena, MK's eyes fluttered and closed. Her expression went blank and Mk pitched to the canvas, hitting face down, lips twisted, allowing MK's pretty pink tongue to peek out between parted teeth.

While MK recovered in the ICU, Jena gave Max the best night they ever  had, Early the next morning, as Max enjoyed his orgasm induced slumber, Jena replayed in her imagination little MK being carried from the ring after Emma the Ref declared her out cold.

Marcus Apted - the Final Installment: Marcus Gets Off

Marcus Apted was snapped back to reality by cold water hitting his face. He wrenched and gasped loudly in his folding chair.
"Good morning, Mr. Apted." Lady Donna said, pitching away a plastic bucket still dripping water.
"Bitch!" another female voice near Apted called out, that he recognized as Paula's. She was sitting directly to his right, also soaking wet. He realized they were in a boxing ring and that standing next to Lady Donna was Panther Woman.
"Marcus Apted!" Panther Woman exclaimed. "Do you recall what I said I'd do if I ever saw your two-timing ass again!"
"Hi, Janie..." Apted said, knowing exactly what Janie had in mind. "Beat me up?"
"For a start!"
"Now, I wanted to turn you two over to the police, but Panther Woman talked me out it. Apparently, there is unsettled business between you and Panther Woman."
Panther Woman looked at Paula. "And this one, did you pick her up at cheerleader tryouts at Blake Mitchell University?"
Paula swung wildly at Panther Girl, who leaned out of the way and landed a hard punch to Paula's jaw. This was the first time Apted saw that all four of them were in boxing gear.
The apprentice thief toppled backward, caught by the quick moving Lady Donna, who placed the unconscious girl back in her chair.
"Instead, we're going to beat both of you up. I'll be getting my cardio workout with...?"
"Paula." Apted said.
"And I will deal with you!" Panther Woman declared.
When Janie Hawkins joined Justice Force, she encountered Marcus Apted while foiling his plot to heist the Kendrick Diamonds. Apted did manage to seduce Janie into a two year affair, strictly against Justice Force regulations. Apted knew the breakup was all his doing. Accurate rumors of his sexual conquests at the Amazonia Boxing Club got back to Janie, who launched a vase at her lover's head. Apted ducked, grabbed Janie's arm and pulled her into a farewell kiss. He slugged the crime fighter on the jaw, putting her out cold. He was long gone when she woke up on the couch, a red rose by her side.
The actual fight didn't last long.
Standing in one corner with Panther Woman working him over, Apted knew his just deserts were being served. On the other side of the ring, Lady Donna was trouncing a helpless Paula, but was taking her time.
"Janie, I admit I fucked around," explained Apted when Panther Woman let up on her assault. "I just need other women!"
Panther Woman adjusted her right fist, like she was sighting a cannon.
"I mean...you knew...I was a bad guy going in..."
WHAP!!
When Apted's head cleared, he was in the middle of the ring, standing back to back with Paula. She made soft "uuufffs" each time Lady Donna hit her.
"How about it, Donna?" Panther woman called out.
"In a minute," Donna replied and planted a long kiss on Paula's lips. "Okay!"
Apted watched as Panther Woman measured out the knock out punch. "Janie...I..."
"Be quiet Marcus! I've been waiting a long time for this! Let's do it, Donna!"
WHAM!!
POW!!
The blows stretched the thieves out stiff. They drifted slowly to the canvas, legs giving way until Paula and Apted were slumped back to back, heads lolling, out cold.
Apted spent the night with Panther Woman and Lady Donna introduced Paula to the marvels of girl love.
Panther Woman's body consumed Apted. She would never admit to it then, but Janie was happy to have his cock in her again. The slow, strong build up to orgasm flashed through her body. His embrace felt like home.
Late the next morning, Paula and Apted were roused from deep sleep and brought to Lady Donna's office.
"We've decided you've paid your dues for this crime, so we won't be turning you two in." Lady Donna said. "But I need to ask you both a question."
Apted pulled his face in aggravation. He knew what the question was going to be. Paula only smiled wildly at Lady Donna.
"Have you two seen the error of your ways?"
Apted stared blankly at Lady Donna. "Yes, I know what I did was wrong..."
"Oh yes I have!!!" chirped Paula, with newly found devotion.
"That's what I figured. We have to keep the location of this safe house a secret, so to ensure that...Panther Girl?"
Panther Girl raised a black jack behind Paula and Apted. "Good night, love birds!"
THWAP!!
BOP!
Apted dropped to the floor, unmoving. Paula remained standing, out on her feet.
" Just one more light tap, Janie." suggested Lady Donna.
Panther Girl brushed hair away from the back of Paula's right ear and gently thumped the area with her black jack. Paula lay on the floor next to Apted.
Lady Donna and Panther Woman carried the unconscious pair to Apted's bedroom and dumped them on his bed.
"Think we should have turned them in?" Lady Donna asked.
"No," Panther Woman responded. "The sex was worth it."
"It sure was," Lady Donna agreed, pulling the blanket over the out cold crooks.

Marcus Apted Part Two - Marcus Meets an Old Girlfriend

The proposal Marcus had for Paula was simple: become his apprentice and eventual partner in crime, while maintaining their "romantic" relationship.
Paula accepted immediately. A handsome older man was going to become her full time lover and teach her to be a thief! The prospect appealed to Paula, since she hated earning a living as much as everyone else and her nature was, basically, corrupt.
First, Apted taught her physical combat techniques and then gave an extensive introduction to criminal law. "If you get caught, you'll need it!" he explained when Paula complained.
Paula moved in with Apted, which made the six month training go faster. By then, Paula was ready for her trial breaking and entry.
They cased the penthouse of multi millionaire John Baines, a steel and electronics magnate, whose wife collected rare diamond jewelry. Apted knew that if, removed from their setting, the precious stones would be untraceable and worth a fortune on the black market.
The pair struck when the Baines family was on vacation. Apted allowed Paula to gain entry to the apartment without security catching her and let him through a delivery entrance. The apprentice easily neutralized the security system.
The collection was quickly removed from its storage case. Apted then began showing Paula how to decode the combination to the electronic lock on the wall safe in Baines' study, when they heard voices outside.
"Security." whispered Apted, motioning Paula to follow him.
Finding no other escape route, the pair concealed themselves under a canvas that covered the space between two pieces of furniture. They were completely still.
The voices came from two Justice Force agents who responded when concealed censors, attached to the jewelry case, went off. They moved carefully, knowing the perps were likely still in the apartment.
Both women, one a tall blond and the other a powerfully built African American, wore the skin tight body suit uniforms of Justice Force, the all-female crime fighting organization. Ten years of experience in crime detection taught the signs of a professional break in. Protocol required they subdue such possibly violent suspects, which they were anticipating. Both women loved knocking out bad guys.
The Justice Force agents slipped quietly into the room Apted and Paula had hidden themselves. The tall blond spotted four slender, female fingers sticking out from the sheet. Signaling her partner, the blond removed a club from her utility belt. The brown skinned girl followed, her club ready.
They stood on each side of the concealed thieves and the amazon nodded a "You first!" to the blond.
The blond smiled broadly. "Pleasant dreams!" she said as the club struck Paula's head.
For a second, Paula was stiff and wide eyed. She sighed "Gah nigh Daddy!" and passed out against Apted.
Instantly, Apted recognized the voice: Lady Donna of Justice Force. Before he could move, another voice, even more familiar to him, froze him in place.
"Your turn!" the amazon chirped. "Say 'nighty-night'!"
Janie! Apted thought and the club struck his head. Stars and colorful pinwheels showered everywhere. He was dizzy, then sleepy, then nothing. Marcus Apted was out cold.
"Got 'em!!" Lady Donna exclaimed, pulling away the sheet.
Laying back to back, Apted and Paula were both in a profound knockout. Their limbs were limp as cooked spaghetti and their heads rested on each other's shoulders, looking up at the assailants with closed eyes and dreamy smiles.
"Look, a boy-girl team!" Lady Donna went on, proud of her work on Paula. "You recognize either of them, Janie?"
"Marcus?!" Janie, known as Panther Woman, shouted as if Lady Donna wasn't there.
"So you know him, then?"
Panther Girl nodded slowly. "I know him...."
"Tangled with him on a previous case?" asked Lady Donna, taking up the bag of jewelry belonging to Mrs. Baines.
"In a way..." Janie answered flatly. "We were lovers for a while."

Marcus Apted Part One - Marcus Gets a New Girl

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

One Punch

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

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

Gunilla

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

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

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

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