Colette KOed

When Colette invited Marc to her family's shore house for the weekend, he assumed a better than good chance of getting laid.

The two became friends, as much as a man and woman can, at the Amazonia Boxing Club. An athletic blond with electric blue eyes, Colette had been outgoing to Marc, seeming to be as into jazz, Italian food and sex as he was. 

"Just admit it, Marc, you wish that was you in there!"

They were watching the fifth round of a bout between Henry and Cathy.  The brunette was pinned to the ropes by the precise hammering Henry was dispensing. A minute or so and Cathy would be asleep on the  canvas. She was already out on her feet.

Marc looked into Colette's eyes and agreed. 

"I love this so much!" she chirped. "Yes!" Colette cheered at the "THWACK!" of Henry's right hook landing on Cathy's chin. Mouth hanging open, Cathy dropped lifeless and Emma the Ref started the ten count. 

"Cathy is out cold!" 

Colette was ecstatic seeing another female laid out. Marc was silently pleased. Months earlier, he and Cathy had a fling that Marc wanted to be more. Exactly what she deserves, Marc thought. 

Colette turned to Marc excitedly. Know what's better than this!?"

"What?" Marc was intently watching Emma the Ref check Cathy's mouth and then shine a small flashlight in her eyes.

 Taking apart a guy!"

Marc assumed Colette played rough, having seen her deck male opponents bigger than her. 

"You wanna get taken apart, Marc!?"

Colette's eyes burned into his. "Hell, yeah!"

With GPS, Marc took three hours  to arrive in Harvey Cedars. The wooden, two story home was flanked by pines trees, with a backyard that faced the ocean. 

Colette waited on the front portch when Marc pulled up. She guided him through the comfortable livingroom to the spacious back deck. Pasta marinara with assorted vegetables sat on a large glass table for the pair. 

"You want to fuck me pretty badly, don't you?"

Marc froze for a moment, looking over his wine glass to gauge how serious Colette was. 

"Sure! You're a stunning, beautiful woman, Colette." he answered directly. 

"You know just what to say. Let's play a game."

Colette took a long, slow drink of wine. "Downstairs I have a gym with a boxing ring, which I use from time to time."

"Yeah....?"

"If you can knock me out, you can have me!"

 When Marc thought he was going to fuck Colette, he didn't think he was going have to work for it.

While he agreed to Colette's proposal,  Marc struggled to be serious. This close to sex with her, Marc would have submitted to anything. He was too horny to concentrate when the match commenced. 

"Look how big you are, Marc!" Colette observed and gave her opponent a deep kiss. When she finally stepped away, her right fist slammed into his face. Marc landed at Colette's bare feet, out cold. Crouching beside her victim, Colette flipped him on his back.

"Well now....very big!" she sang to the significant bulge in front of Marc's shorts. Kissing the erection, Colette lovingly removed it from the shorts.

When he emerged from sleep, Colette sat on his legs, rhythmically batting and rubbing his erection between her boxing gloves. Spasms of pleasure rapidly drove numbness from his body. 

"You popped this circus tent when I sucker punched you, Marc!" Colette purred, slowly. "So you're that kind?"

Marc nodded rapidly, unable to speak. Colette began vigorously bringing him to orgasm. 

"Now, Marc, I'm giving you a happy ending because I'm not going to fuck you...yet..."

Marc, gasping, was lost in pleasure, in the vivid spark in Colette's eyes. Semen jetted from his penis. Colette laughed out loud. "You creamed on my best pair of gloves!"

Colette then moved forward, her body pressing on Marc until their lips touched. "I jerked you off so you'd know how I feel about you, sweetheart!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"And I also wanted you to have something to dream about."

Marc saw her right glove hurl down on him.

WHAP!

The lights went out again.

Marc put a lot of effort into being angry at Colette for the two sucker punches. But when the rematch was moved to her bedroom, the hatred vanished. 

Also, he couldn't stop remembering the intensity in Colette's expression as she executed the hand job.

 Deep down she's in love with me, decided Marc as they stood on the blue gym mats Colette had spread out on the floor. I'm knocking her out!

"Think you'll do better this time, honey?" teased Colette, once the punching started. 

"Damn sure!" 

Colette had transformed to Marc since she knocked him out twice. His lust for was now merciless, driving Marc to hit harder. Colette fought back, surgically striking  at Marc where she knew he was vulnerable. 

He responded faster, the impact of his counter punching becoming increasingly potent.  Both fighters were consumed in battle until...

BAP!

A left hook flew through Colette's defenses and sent her stumbling. Marc dived after her, landing left-right combinations to her midsection. Each blow made the blonde squeak with agony.

Feeling excited and alive,  Marc tagged Colette on the chin with a right uppercut. Prickly pain shot through her skull and her legs folded. A lone thought "NO!" echoed in her brain, but darkness engulfed it. 

Marc counted to ten over the supine form. Genuflecting at her waist,  Marc threw away his boxing gloves and then carefully took down Colette's shorts. His finger tenderly penetrated to Colette's vulva until he found her clit. Moving his finger in and out, stimulating the stiff organ, Marc watched her hips respond to his stroking. 

Suddenly, the defeated boxer hurled into  consciousness, groaning and moaning until she jerked upright. 

For seconds, Colette's mouth was frozen open, eyes rolled back. 

"Marc! You...fucking...bas..." she gasped collapsing on the mats. When her breathing calmed, Colette sat up on her elbows. "You're gonna get yours!"

Session Work

"The problem is with the husband," Kiki explained, slipping on her black panties, followed by a pair snug blue jeans. 

"What is her name?" asked Henry from his bed, sleepily admiring Kiki's backside and thighs.

"Jeanne," Kiki answered. "Married for nearly twenty years, two daughters away at university. The empty nest thing."

"And she wants to make it interesting again and the old man won't cooperate?"

Kiki nodded as she buttoned up her blouse. 

"And what's so bad that he won't go along?"

"Jeanne wants to get roughed up before sex."

A short laugh erupted from Henry.  "A woman who wants to be hit lands the one guy who won't hit her!?"

"In a nutshell," Kiki stated and gave Henry a long, affectionate kiss. "That's why I recommended you."

Making friends with Kiki had brought Henry a lot of benefits. Along with having sex every time they met, Kiki threw session work she wasn't suited for to Henry. 

"How old is Jeanne?" 

"Late forties. In good shape from taking lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Second generation Chinese. She loves her husband, by the way. "

"That's why they come to me," Henry bragged. "Got a bad case of 'white fever'?"

"Maybe. The husband is a good looking white guy....like you!"

She planted another kiss on Henry. 

"Come on,  Kiki, why don't you marry me?" asked Henry, leaping from bed.

"One day Henry...maybe....but not now." Kiki gave him a consolation peck on the cheek. "Let's just keep fucking for now."

"Sure....fine...."

"I'll text you Jeanne's cell phone number!" Kiki called out as she climbed into her car.

"Okay..." Henry replied, faking enthusiasm. 

As he sat opposite his new client, searching her face for weak spots, Henry was impressed with Jeanne's beauty and toned figure. The pair sat in a booth at Cousin Dupree's Restaurant, away from the majority of the lunch crowd. Their discussion required privacy. 

"Kiki tells me you are in need of the services I specialize in, Mrs. Dana?"

Jeanne smiled shyly, but then proceeded.  "I need to be....overwhelmed by a man before sex."

"You mean 'beaten'?" suggested Henry.

"Yes."

"You can speak openly to me, Mrs. Dana. Honesty will help me make you happy. "

Jeanne visibly relaxed. "My husband, Ron, is a good man who loves me. I love him, too. But he's not a hitter. "

"So you want me to rough you up,  physically?"

"Knock me out....unconscious...can you do that?"

Henry appraised Jeanne before he answered.  "Why?"

"I want it....since I was a girl I loved maleness, I wanted to be dominated by men, controlled. You can do that. "

"Yes." Henry replied, confidently. 

"Are you sure!?"

"Of course. Hold still."

Reaching to Jeanne, Henry grabbed the flesh where her neck and shoulder connected and squeezed. 

Jeanne froze, her eyes wide in shock. She moaned sharply as blackness rolled over her. Henry eased her onto the cushions of the corner of the booth. Tilting her head forward, he quickly took three pictures of the sleeping woman.

"Damn you are beautiful!" he murmured.  Ten seconds passed before darkness washed away from Jeanne's vision. "What....?"

"Okay, stay still a minute. I just knocked you out with a nerve pinch. How was that?"

Jeanne sat up slowly,  taking in her surroundings like they were an alien planet. 

"I feel fine...how long was I gone?"

"Half a minute at the most. Felt good?" Henry probed. 

"Release!" she half shouted and rapidly fled the booth to the ladies room. A few minutes later she came back looking unwound, still catching her breath.

 A week later they met at the Trampesa Hotel on Route 3 in Secaucus. Henry took the white envelope of hundred dollar bills from Jeanne and poured her a scotch from the room's wet bar. Gulping the liquor down,  she disappeared into the bathroom to get into her boxing gear and walked back out. 

"Now just relax, Mrs. Dana."

"Jeanne, please!"

"Sure, Jeanne. Just losen up like you're about to go a few rounds at the Amazonia."

Henry carefully placed a hand on Jeanne's upper back and kissed her. Lightly, his free hand slipped into Jeanne's shorts, brushing her abdomen until reaching the labia. 

Jeanne made a pleased grunt, signaling Henry to penetrate. The hand loosened on the back of her head and she tilted her face upward, mouth gaping with the waves of pleasure. The orgasm was about to break and Jeanne wanted to stare into Henry's eyes. She saw his fist go back and the "WHAP!" was followed by profound sleep.

Henry rested Jeanne on the bedspread, cradling her head on a pillow. For the next minute, Jeanne obligingly lay motionless for Henry's iphone camera. When her hips convulsed, Jeanne's eyes shot open and she swallowed down air till her breathing relaxed. 

Rolling over, back to Henry, Jeanne stretched out on the bed and drifted back to sleep. 

For two weeks, Henry heard nothing from his new client. This didn't concern him too much, payment had been made in advance for four sessions. When they met again, Jeanne was happier, almost giddy and Henry assumed her domestic life had improved. 

"I want a black eye!" Jeanne requested. "On my right eye."

"You okay, Mrs. Dana?"

"Jeanne!" she replied, her voice rising briefly. 

"You okay, Jeanne?"

"Fine!" 

Henry said "Okay" and held his right hand in Jeanne's face and ritually pulled a red boxing glove over it, flexing his fingers inside. He affectionately pressed Jeanne to the edge of the bed. She wanted to be compliant.

"Will this hurt!?"

"Yes." Henry assured. "When you wake up, you will have a painful bruise on your.."

"Right eye!" Jeanne cheered. 

"....right eye."

"Are you going to violate me while I'm unconscious?"

"No." Henry responded, firmly.  Almost childish irritation swept her face.

"We have an agreement, I'm paying you to obey me!"

"No, I don't do that."

"Who do you think...?"

"Jeanne?" asked Henry. 

"What!?"

CRACK!

The impact of the gloved fist on Jeanne's right eye flicked off her lights. She landed on the bed spark out cold. Henry pulled off the glove and went into the bathroom for tylenol and an ice pack. 

A few minutes later, Jeanne gradually sat up on her elbows. Her half focused eyes took in the tablets in Henry's extended hand. She shoved them in her mouth and gulped down the water from the glass he handed her. 

Jeanne shot a disappointed glare at Henry when she saw her clothes were still on. 

"This is what you really wanted!" said Henry, holding a shaving mirror to Jeanne's face. Irritation melted into delight at the purple spreading under her right eye. 

"My face hurts!" Jeanne sang. Henry nudged her with the ice pack, but she slapped it out of his hand. 

 

The bruise had bloomed around her right eye in a purplish half-circle.

"How did you explain it?" Henry asked Jeanne. 

"That I got it boxing a woman at the Amazonia," she answered. "My husband wanted to hear details. "

Jeanne was very happy. 

"Things better at home, then?" Henry probed, standing behind Jeanne. They were in the same room at the Trampesa Hotel. 

"In some ways, but he still won't hit me."

Henry began to message Jeanne's bare shoulders. "Now relax and let yourself go loose."

"This will work?" Jeanne asked, hopefully. 

"For a few seconds you should see stars and then out you go." Henry a shiver go through Jeanne.  "Count back from ten, when you say 'one' I'll put you out."

"Ten...nine...eight..."

THUNK!

The neck chop took Jeanne off her feet and she groaned when Henry caught her in his supportive arms. She gazed up at him with half open eyes. 

"Ohh....stars!.....Henry...kiss me like a..."

THUNK!

The second chop put the victim completely under.  Henry arranged her on the bed.

He wanted to remove the only clothes she wore, black lace bra and panties. Instead, Henry used the iphone camera. 

"To fuck you, Jeanne...what I wouldn't give!"

For the last session, Jeanne ordered a boxing match, in a private ring at the Amazonia. Henry noticed a difference in Jeanne, like she knew what she wanted. 

"Before we start, can I confess to you, Henry?"

"Sure."

"The last time, when I was going out in your arms...?"

"Yes, Jeanne?"

"I felt so good...the way you feel when you're really turned on, like I was high."

"Good, that's how I want you to feel. "

"And would you do something before you go to work?"

Henry was like a man waiting for a train that had arrived at the station. "Anything."

"Cunt bust me."

"What?" stammered Henry.

"Punch me so hard in the pussy that you knock me out cold." Jeanne was uncluttered. 

Henry stepped away from Jeanne a few paces. "No, I can't. I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because there are things I will not do to a woman, even if she wants them done badly."

"You used physical force to KO me cold, even gave me a black eye, but punching my cunt is crossing a line!?"

"Yes." responded firmly. The image of doing what Jeanne wanted flashed in his brain. 

"Do it and it will be worth it when I come around!"

"No, Jeanne."

She pressed a long, deep kiss on Henry and wrapped him in her arms. The long the embrace continued, Henry reached his fist behind his back.

"Henry...please!" Jeanne begged. The fist swung forward, bashing Henry's chin. 

His tensed arms dangled and his legs buckled. Stars danced everywhere before darkness drank Henry in. When he woke ten minutes later, they fucked all afternoon at the Trampesa.

Best of Three

Both were good wrestlers with different reasons for participating in the match. 

Kevin believed that physical combat with the right woman would get him laid. In the last six weeks, he won two mixed wrestling bouts at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Cathy and Kaylee lost by knock outs, Kevin applying sleeper holds in both instances.  Cathy was trapped and put under so quickly that Kevin figured her for a total submissive, which was accurate. 

Kaylee had more fight in her, but eventually succumbed in Kevin's muscular arms.

Within a few days, both women had spent the night with Kevin, thrilled to fuck the man who vanquished them. 

But Ciara was another kind of woman entirely, physically and mentally. Where the previous contenders were lanky, Ciara had a powerful , curvy body. Looking over her sculpted figure, clothed in a bright pink bikini, Kevin was transfixed by Ciara's standup breasts.  

Meeting his opponent's stare, the message Kevin received was "You're a goner!"

"You know the rules," Emma the Ref reminded both fighters. "You wrestle till one of you is knocked out. Nothing below the belt, that goes for both of you! Questions?"

Kevin nodded in the negative. 

"Is the ambulance ready for this one?" Ciara asked. "Cause he's going out!"

"Promises, promises!" Kevin shot back.

When the time arrived, Kevin planned to sleeper Ciara.

Minutes into the match, Ciara slugged Kevin in the head. Cheers of encouragement sprang from the female spectators. Ciara followed through with a sharp kick to his midsection, disabling her opponent. Kevin found himself on the canvas, having been flipped by Ciara. Hauling her confused foe to his feet, Ciara flung Kevin into the ropes. Kevin was launched forward into an extended elbow.

Kevin woke on the canvas a second time. Ciara, perched on his hips, grinned down at him, eyes glowing with desire. To his surprise and pleasure, Kevin watched Ciara remove her bikini top, revealing the flawless breasts, adorned by bright pink nipples. 

"Sorry, Kevin, this match is over!" purred Ciara, leaning down into a kiss. Then Ciara's torso moved up, engulfing Kevin's entire face in her cleavage. He fought frantically as Ciara's arms tightened around his throat, securing him to her chest. 

"Come on,  pussy hound, go to sleep!" Ciara spoke like a mother soothing a restless child.  "Sand Lady's calling!"

Kevin's limbs were lead. Soft moans rose faintly from the soft female flesh that stifled Kevin's breathing. With no warning, Kevin went limp. Thoughts of sex with Ciara were swallowed by darkness and Kevin followed. 

Kissing her senseless victim, Ciara pulled a right leg in the air for Emma the Ref to start the count. Emma banged the palm of her hand on the canvas, certifying Kevin's loss.

Ciara absorbed the adulation of the ringside crowd as she put her top back on and strutted around the ring. She noticed the bulge in the front of her victim's trunks as he was carried to the recovery room. 

A larger crowd gathered for the rematch. Ciara was certain of another victory by a knockout, while Kevin went into the bout divided. Part of him wanted to send Ciara to Dreamland, another wanted sex with her immediately. A drubbing from a woman aroused Kevin powerfully. 

"You enjoyed our last tango, sweetie!" Ciara teased, already entangled with Kevin. "Got a chubby when I put you out!"

"And loved it beyond belief!" Kevin sneered in return. 

They hurled curses at each other as Kevin worked to get his arms around Ciara, who slipped his grasp.

"Hold still!" Kevin finally shouted, chopping Ciara on the neck.

The female wrestler saw stars and felt loopy as she sagged against Kevin, who applied the sleeper hold. 

Going light headed, Ciara pulled at the biceps digging into her throat. 

"You can't wiggle out, Ciara! Just go to sleep!"

When she managed to grunt "No!" Kevin squeezed tighter. 

Ciara watched the lights fade. Darkness crept into her brain. Kevin placed his lips at her ear

"Your headlights are on high beam, sweet heart! Everyone can see those stiff nips!"

The taunt barely registered with the amazon. The grasp was like iron, leaving Ciara feeling content. The ring went quiet and the ropes and the crowd beyond them vanished. 

Seeing his opponent unconscious,  Kevin loosened the hold and tenderly placed Ciara on the canvas. 

"Your winner by a sleeper hold knockout...Kevin!" Emma shouted, lifting Kevin's arm to the ceiling. The women at ringside booed. 

The agreed to tie breaker was held in private. Not even Emma the Ref was there for oversight. Ciara wanted to hurt Kevin. Kevin was thrilled at the idea of KOing Ciara and was sure a second defeat would make her his own.

They boxed this time; no time limit, just keep going until one fighter goes down for ten. Ciara climbed into the ring topless. 

"I brought two girlfriends with me, you already know them!"

"You got a boyfriend, Ciara?" Kevin probed when punches began detonating on both bodies.

"Why? You someone who is free?"

"Yeah, I'll introduce you when you wake up!"

Ciara responded with disdainful laughter and hammered Kevin's skull with two combos. He staggered a few paces groggy, unaware of Ciara's immediate assault on his belly. 

Multiple punches softened their target, curling Kevin in waves of agony. She concluded the attack with a brutal uppercut. 

Stars cascaded in Kevin's skull and he, briefly, speculated on what caused the ring to whirl in circles. Ciara resumed smacking his body, surgically hitting where it would do the most damage. 

BAP!

Kevin was out on his feet. He couldn't feel the bruising impact of Ciara's gloved fists , he just felt arousal paired with pain.

POW!

Blackness!

Kevin swayed and smiled, relieved that painful reality had been replaced by oblivion.

"You sleeping, Kev, KOed and dreaming?" Ciara whispered. 

Toppling languidly, there was plenty of time for Ciara to catch Kevin on her shoulder. When his legs turned to rubber, Kevin sighed and collapsed across her shoulders. Now that he was limp and vulnerable,  Ciara felt like a queen, a victorious amazon.

"Time to go, loverboy!" Ciara chirped, confidently. She slapped Kevin's ass as she done to all the guys before him.

Arms and legs dangling,  Kevin was carried out to the gym, where she was greeted by a wave of cheers. Ciara dumped Kevin in the  car for the ride to her bedroom. 

The Good Girl vs. The Bad Boy

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhh! What was that?!"

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

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

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

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

"Everything will be fine when you wake up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That made perfect sense to Sandoval. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that?"

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

Gallant saw Sandoval wink and smile at him.

BAM!!

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

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

Knocked Out by a Nerd Girl

 

I trusted a girl named Primrose. 

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

But her body was stunning. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You looked so cute!" Desiree added.

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

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

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

Her high volume laugh detonated again. 

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

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

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

"Not right now, " I answered truthfully. 

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

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

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

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

"Yes, more!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BAP!

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

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

Knockout Girls

 

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

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

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

"Now remember what you promised me, Jim."

"I knock you cold," replied Jim.

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

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

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

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

BAP!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sting of fear went through Aiko.

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

Jim suddenly discovered how appealing Aiko really was. 

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

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

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

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

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

Aiko smiled sheepishly and nodded. 

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

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

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

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

WHAP!

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

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

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

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

"No!"

"Want one?"

"Yes!"

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

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

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

He took me! she thought as the lights faded.

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

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

Aiko dreamed of Pammy and Pammy dreamed of Lucy Lawless. 

Vixen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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