Katie

A hard right hook from Wes detonated on the side of Katie’s head. The girl’s face contorted in pain and her arms dropped heavily to her side.
To Katie’s dimming vision, Wes moved barely at all, his fists still raised defensively although nearly all the fight was out of his opponent. The bout had gone for five rounds and in the first three, Katie had done well. But she had been fighting on the defensive the entire time and Wes took control when he saw Katie slowing down late in the fourth.
The world went silent after Wes’ left upper cut and Katie felt like she was floating under water, her feet inches from the canvas. Emma, the ref, was moving closer to her, ready to stop the match.
Then Wes’ bulging red fist emerged from his waist, moving faster than Emma. The glove consumed Katie’s universe and a sharp pain crackled through her skull.
Katie slid downward against the ropes, an intense rainbow of lights flashing as struggled to clasp the ropes. Inky blackness swarmed over the girl and she bounced off the bottom rope and landed on her back.
For a slow instant, Katie opened her eyes. Wes and Emma were staring down at her. “SIX!!” echoed around the gym and then Katie heard Emma’s gentle voice seep into her head. Bare chested in his trunks, Wes looked so handsome to Katie and she wanted to press her sore face into Emma’s ample chest.
“SEVEN!!” gently caressed Katie back to sleep.

For the first few moments of unconsciousness, Katie drifted in blackness, her entire being relaxed.
The film abruptly flickered in her brain. She viewed both dreams at once. The first had she and Wes making passionate love. Wes hadn’t simply seduced her, he was conquering and possessing Katie with sexual pleasure - an effort she welcomed with each penetration.
The second vision was of Katie and Emma, naked in each other’s arms on a big bed. They didn’t make love, but kissed and fondled each other tenderly. Katie was completely content in Emma’s embrace, her lips pressing Emma’s nipples.
“Go on Katie,” Emma encouraged the slightly younger girl. “It will be great!”
The longer Katie watched the double dream, the more pleasure flooded her body.

At “TEN!!” Emma quickly declared Wes the victor by a knock out and examined the slumbering Katie. Wes pulled off his gloves and knelt at the other side of Katie’s head and cracked her eye lids.
“Nothing but whites,” he told Emma. “She’s out cold!”
“Katie’s pulse is normal,” Emma added. “Let’s get her back to the corner.”
Carefully, the pair lifted up the unconscious girl, her limp legs bending at the knees around Emma’s hands and her upper torso snug in Wes’ arms. The defeated boxer girl’s head nestled into Wes’ arm and she released a long, audible sigh.
Katie collapsed against the turnbuckle when Wes and Emma gingerly sat her on the stool. Wes called her name as he gently slapped her cheeks. Emma cracked a phial of smelling salts by the girl’s nostrils and Katie jerked into foggy consciousness.
“Hey Katie, speak to us!” Wes pleaded.
“Wes?…you’re strong,” Katie murmured, still feeling traces of the dream that ended. Katie smiled, “Look at the fire flies!”
Emma grimaced. “Katie, breath in.” Emma made a short pass of the salts by Katie’s face. Katie spasmed and glared at the two, unable to look away from their faces. “You guys were holding me?” Katie whispered.
“Yeah, we carried you back here, sweetie,” Emma stated.
“It felt great…do it again!” Katie blurted and then her eyes crossed. She passed out.


Two days after her release from the hospital, Katie made love to Wes. Even before they boxed, Katie was fascinated that Wes only fought women and that most of his opponents ended their bouts out cold on the canvas like she did. Katie saw him as a challenge.
Wes found that he liked Katie, holding hands while they talked was just as exciting as fondling her compact ass during sex. Two weeks into their affair, Katie told Wes about the dream his knockout punch induced. She exaggerated Wes’ erotic role in the dream, but didn’t leave out Emma’s performance.
“Why didn’t I have sex with Emma?” Katie asked Wes as their heads rested on each other’s shoulders in Katie’s bed.
“Seems pretty clear to me,” Wes said, smiling at his lover.
“What?”
“You’re in love with Emma as much as me.”
Katie was confused by his attitude toward a possible rival.
“Ever been with a girl, Katie?”
“No, I never wanted sex with a woman,” Katie answered. “But I want sex with Emma!”
Wes gave her another assured smile. “Then go talk to her, test the water.”
“Do you know that she’s a lesbian?”
“For a fact? No. I’ve only known her to go with men. But you creatures are tricky. Id din’t figure you for girl on girl, but you’re already planning a lesbian seduction.”
Katie gave a short laugh at the suggestion.


Katie made sure Emma had three beers before she told her about her dream. It certainly increased her confidence that Emma agreed to come over to Katie’s apartment for dinner. They sat on the couch, drinking and talking about boxing and people at the gym and Wes. The entire gym, which was mostly women, were talking about how Wes and Katie were a couple even after he beat her senseless.
“He’s so handsome and ….male…” Katie explained, watching Emma’s face. The ref eyes widened and she smirked.
Katie then related her dream, amplifying the erotic charge of Emma’s presence. Emma took a swallow of beer and returned Katie’s searching look. She wanted to see if Katie was serious. Emma leaned forward and kissed Katie, their tongues swirling in their mouths. Katie felt happiness pulse through her entire body.

“Hey you awake?” Emma asked Katie in bed three hours later. Katie rolled over and exchanged kisses with Emma. “I didn’t know you went for girls, Emma. I was scared you’d turn me down.”
“Sure, I’ve had female partners. I’ve fallen for other women since I was eleven.”
“But Wes said he only saw you with guys.”
Emma snorted out a laugh. “I like guys too. A lot! I have to have a talk with Wes about talking out of school!”
“You’re friends with Wes?” Katie asked, feeling oddly jealous.
“We’ve had a few turns in the hay,” Emma explained. “Are you in love with Wes along with me?’\”
Katie nodded. “Wes has an open mind, I think the three of us will get along fine!” Emma said, kissing Katie on the lips.

The Cheaters

Henry was untrue to his girlfriend out of simple lust: a sexy dark haired gym bunny named Paula was offering and Henry was taking. The affair had gone on for six weeks until Jennifer discovered it. She kicked herself for not suspecting that a man with Henry’s considerable sexual energy would search for other outlets.
Paula was a brown skinned girl with a bright smile and electric eyes, who worked as a cheerleader for the city’s football team and as a choreographer. Her outgoing, bubbly personality drew Henry, along with her toned dancer’s legs and full chest. Paula liked men in general, especially ones that made her laugh, which Henry did from the start.
At different times Henry wondered why he cheated on Jennifer, a blonde body builder he’d lived with for three years. The truth was that Henry wanted to fuck different women. Jennifer was more than satisfying as a lover and she was happy that Henry wasn’t just another dim brained muscle head. Discovering his infidelity jolted her, especially after she found out who Henry was cheating with.
“I’m going to hospitalize that bitch!” Jennifer exclaimed to her younger sister, Brenda.
“Screwing around with Paula? Really? “ Brenda worked out at the same gym as her sister and the home wrecker and wasn’t surprised. Jennifer always made poor choices with men Brenda had decided a long time ago. Paula’s pouty lips and the cute little ass that she shook so well, Brenda thought, made her perfect for the part.
“I think you should punish Henry, too.”
“Punish him? It’s over between him and me!”
“But don’t you want to hurt him first?”
Jennifer paused, considering her sister’s suggestion. “Yeah!” Jennifer enthused. “Let’s hurt Henry, also!”

Henry and Paula were eating breakfast when the doorbell rang. Henry watched Paula spring to her feet ahead of him to answer the door, her ass cheeks jiggling in her red shorts.
“Oh…shit!… Jennifer!?…” coming from the hallway made Henry’s blood go cold. The sounds of a scuffle followed by groans of pain from Paula filled the air as he dashed towards the front door. A loud thud vibrated the carpeted floor as Henry made the corner and saw his girlfriend in the entrance, clutching her fist. Paula was sprawled on the floor unconscious, hands by her head, legs spread in a “V.”
“Uncle passed away, Henry?” Jennifer glared at him. “Did you think I was really that stupid?”
“No…I…uh…” Henry stammered, slipping backward. “She doesn’t amount to anything, Jen, this is nothing!”
“You bet it is!” Jennifer leapt over the slumbering Paula and pounced down in front of Henry, punching him sharply in the stomach. With a groan, he stumbled backward. A pair of lovely female arms snaked around his neck. “You remember my sister, Henry?”
Brenda tightened her hold around Henry’s throat and embraced him to her ample chest. “I never liked you, Henry,” she whispered in her sexiest voice. “But that was just instinct. Now I have a reason!”
Biceps tightened under Henry’s chin, making him gasp for breath and claw at Brenda’s arms and head.
The sisters laughed together out loud and Henry’s vision melted. His knees buckled and Brenda settled him into a sitting position. A fuzzy tingling pulsed through Henry’s body and felt intensely sleepy.
“There you go!” Brenda cooed. Henry’s arms, one at a time, fell like lead pipes to the floor. Darkness oozed upward and gulped him down.

Henry woke seated on a folding chair. A shallow groan startled him and he looked to his right to see Paula in another chair, slowly regaining consciousness. She clutched her sore jaw with a red boxing glove and Henry realized they were both wearing boxing gear.
“Hey Honey Stick, you awake?”
It was Jennifer. She and Brenda were walking toward Henry and Paula, both dressed for a match.
“What happened?” Paula asked, groggily blinking. “What’s this?” she asked, holding up her gloves.
“You cheated on me Henry!…with this.. this…cum dump!” accused Jennifer. “Now Brenda and I are going to punish you for your bad behavior!”
“Hey Henry, have a nice nap!?” Brenda asked slyly.
“Go to hell, Brenda, I’ll flatten you!”
“No Henry, I’ll flatten you,” Jennifer said. “Brenda’s going to lay out lover girl!”
Paula bolted to her feet, gloves up. “Whenever you’re ready Brenda!”
Brenda stepped back a few paces. “Come on melon chest!”
Paula bounded forward and began trading shots with Brenda.
“Paula won’t last long, so maybe we should get started,” Jennifer suggested. “I want to get a few pics of you two on the canvas as soon as possible.”
Henry got up and he and Jennifer touched gloves.
Brenda went to work on Paula, who cooperated with Brenda by aggressively attacking. Henry dodged around his girlfriend, smacking her in the face and chest only when Jennifer’s guard was low. As they circled each other, Henry recalled how great Jennifer looked in her tight white top that displayed her breasts so invitingly. He felt no remorse at being caught cheating or involving a harmless piece of fluff like Paula in his personal problems. As he and Jennifer drew closer and began hammering each other in earnest, Henry just wanted to fuck the blonde muscle girl once more.
Paula was already right where Brenda wanted her: on the receiving end of a barrage of head and torso shots. The cheerleader tried fervently to block and counter punch Brenda, but her opponent darted around her too quickly.
Paula watched Brenda’s biceps tense up for another punch and then a flash of white light consumed her. Reality slowed to as stop as Paula’s arms simply dropped to her hips. Brenda slammed a left-right to Paula’s jaw and delivered an upper cut that pitched the girl into the ropes.
Lights flashing in her head, Paula took two tentative, wobbly steps, smiled contentedly and crashed to the canvas. Brenda smiled down at the felled woman, admiring Paula’s thighs and ass cheeks revealed by her hiked up gym shorts.
“Paula!” Henry shouted.
“Don’t get upset Henry!” Jennifer said coyly. “Just relax.”
BAM!!
For a moment Henry stared wide eyed and straight ahead. Birds chirped in his ears as Henry’s knees impacted the canvas. Henry admired his lover who lay prone before him and pitched downward into warm sleep. His face slapped loudly on Paula’s half-exposed ass.
“Henry’s kissing her ass,” Brenda observed.
“It’s where he wants to be,” Jennifer said.

Paula’s face throbbed when she came around. Henry was already conscious and sitting up, a confused and exhausted expression on his face.
“You’ve got a serious shiner, sweetheart!” he said to Paula.
“That bitch of yours bruised you good,” Paula whispered, inching toward Henry. “What do you remember?”
Henry took off his boxing gloves and embraced Paula, looking into her face, adoring the purple-black crescent under her right eye. “I saw you on the canvas and then Jennifer sucker punched me.”
“That bruise must hurt,” Paula gently pressed her lips to the red blotch on Henry’s cheek.
Henry quickly removed her gloves and then her top. “Did you like getting knocked out Paula?”
The girl in Henry’s arms held back her answer as a shiver ran through her body as Henry caressed her
nipples.
“Yes, I did. A lot!”
Henry pressed Paula to the floor, never taking his eyes from hers as he took down her shorts and then his own.
“Hammer me!” Paula gasped in his ear as she felt him enter her.

“Come on, sleepy heads, wakey-wakey!”
Jennifer’s voice echoed in Henry’s skull, jolting him awake. He and Paula had slept restfully besides each other in the ring after an hour and half of sex.
Paula sighed, rolled over, clutching Henry and settled back into sleep.
“Rise and shine, Paula honey!” Brenda shouted, slapping Paula on the ass.
“Damn it, Jennifer, were you guys watching us!?” Henry demanded.
“Not me, I don’t want to see you with this slut!” Jennifer kicked Paula firmly in the ass, waking her completely. “Brenda did.”
“You did?”
“Yep! Made the professional tail twitcher very happy, have to tell you!” Brenda pulled Paula to her feet and gave the cheerleader a long kiss. When Paula stepped back, her face was alight with pleasurable surprise.
“Come on sweetie!” Brenda guided a stunned and very horny Paula from the ring and into the a room nearby. Henry stood flabbergasted. “Don’t get worried, Henry, Brenda will be gentle.”
Jennifer then gave Henry a long kiss of her own. “Its over between us, Henry,” Jennifer said. “But I want one more time with you!”


Henry and Jennifer were lay on their backs, enjoying the afterglow of their coitus when Brenda walked in. In her arms was an unconscious Paula. “How did you guys do?” Jennifer asked.
“We had a good hour together and then I punched her out,” Brenda said, laying the happily dreaming Paula on the bed. “We’ll be sharing Paula from now on Henry, at least until I lose interest.”
“We’ll see about that!” he blurted.
“We sure will!” replied Brenda as she walked out of the room.
Jennifer got up and dressed, while Henry examined Paula. “Its was great with you, Henry, but you fucked it up. And I don’t tolerate cheaters!”
“Wait Jen…”
WAP!
Jennifer’s right crossed knocked Henry out instantly. He landed next to Paula.
“Enjoy your whore, Henry.”

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!!!"

Justice Force - Part 6

The blonde looked over the instructor’s list. Quickly locating the 12:30 beginner’s class boxing trainer Shan, the blonde picked up her gym bag and walked to the women faculty locker room.

The blonde’s timing was perfect, Shan and her were alone. Figuring she had five minutes before the lesson began; the blonde strode casually to the locker next to Shan and began removing her gear from the bag.

“Hey! Are you new here?” Shan asked. The blonde looked at the boxing instructor and smiled slyly. “Yes, I just started to day.”

“Great, what are you going to be teaching?” Shan asked. The blonde said nothing for a moment, looking over the woman next to her, full-chested, athletic and a blonde like herself.

“Boxing,” the blonde answered at last. “I have my first lesson in five minutes.”

“There must have been a mischedule, I have a lesson in a few minutes.”
“No, you don’t…” the blonde replied with certainty, retrieving a small cell phone from her gym bag.

“I do…I…”

The blonde leveled the cell phone in Shan’s face and pressed the “Send” button. A light pink gas filled Shan's lungs. The instructor gagged for a second. Then she felt high and very drowsy and the sensation of dreaminess surged through her. Shan’s eyes fluttered and she stumbled a few paces, pressing her hand to her forehead as locker room spun into darkness. Shan collapsed effortlessly into the blonde’s arms and into a dream about the man she was with the night before.

As she carried the sleeping Shan to a large storage room, the blonde marveled at how much easier her life was since joining The Sisterhood of Evil. In the past, if she had wanted to knock someone out, she would have to use a sap, which could be dangerous or slug them, and risk breaking a nail. But Sylvia had provided her with advanced technology that made subduing victims so much simpler. As she gently placed the unconscious Shan on the floor and secured her wrists and feet, the blonde speculated if Sylvia had gone bad after graduating the Justice League Academy with Super Donna and Atomic Girl or was just pretended to be interested in crime fighting so she could use the JLA’s techniques and technology to further her own criminal career.

“Okay Miss Shan, enjoy your three hours of sleep,” the blonde said, placing a kiss on Shan’s ruby lips and gently patting her cheeks. “I’ve got you class covered.”


“Hey there handsome, you’re my noon student?” the blonde asked. She was now wearing a white bikini and red boxing gloves. Dave stared awestruck at the woman walking toward him in the ring. “You bet...what’s your name?”

“Gwen... oh, you have a bruise on you jaw. Did you try to fight without knowing how?”

A twinge of embarrassment went through Dave. Two weeks had flown by since Justice Force had its latest encounter with The Sisterhood of Evil and Donna was now more determined than ever to bring in that gang. The platinum they escaped with was worth more than $10 million on the black market, more than enough funding to execute even larger heists. Dave had woken first from the knockout gas Sylvia used on Justice Force and so had spared Donna from finding him face down on her bare chest. But he had enjoyed the experience.

“That’s kind of why I’m here,” Dave explained. “My new boss said I needed to learn how to fight.”

“Oh really? We better get started then!”

Gwen gave Dave a quick run through of boxing stances and different punches and how to block an oncoming punch. All the while she kept as physically close to him as she could, looking him in the eyes coyly as they sparred.

“I think you like this, Dave!” Gwen chirped as she threw playful punches at her student. “Ever fought a woman before, Dave?”

“Yeah, sure, twice.”

“Did you like it?” Gwen asked, her punches suddenly becoming sharper and faster. Dave looked at her bright smile and piercing brown eyes. “I got knocked cold twice!”

“That’s what happens when a guy like you boxes a woman,” Gwen explained. “You’re like a human punching bag! Did you like being a human punching bag, Dave?!”

Dave’s excitement welled up inside him. Gwen’s eyes narrowed and she crowded her opponent against the ropes, rubbing up against him. “Yeah…” Dave gasped.

“I like boys like you!” Gwen ejaculated joyfully.

Dave tilted his head forward, his lips pursed slightly, to kiss Gwen. God, he’s too perfect!! Gwen thought.

BAP!!!

An explosion rattled Dave’s head, followed by a massive fireworks display. He watched Gwen step back from him as the boxing ring hazily jerked and rumbled up and down. Dave wondered why that was and then he saw Gwen’s thighs falling past him. There was a loud thud in the darkness that flooded Dave’s brain and then he was out cold.

“Cute but dumb,” Gwen commented. She gave the unconscious male a mocking ten count and carried him out of the ring.


Dave woke on a bed in a small townhouse near the gym. Gwen was standing over him, looking down with a combination of maternal care and venal lust. “Sorry honey, looks like I knocked you out! Did you dream?”

Gwen sat on the bed and kissed Dave. Suddenly the excitement charged through his body. Reaching around her back, Dave unhooked her bikini top and removed the bottom. Gwen pulled off his shorts and the two made love.

By late afternoon, Dave was in love with Gwen or at least that was what the intense gratification rippling through his body felt like. Gwen’s body was leaner than he was used to with Atomic Girl and the other members of Justice Force, but she matched them in stamina. By the time she let up, Dave was exhausted and begging for a breather.

“Sure Dave, I’ve got something for you anyway,” Gwen said as she got off the bed, pulled on a top and a pair of shorts and went into the living room. Dave heard the front door open, a few whispers and then Sylvia appeared in the door way.

“You!?” he blurted.

“Yes, Dave, me!” Sylvia walked toward Dave with a calm sultriness. Gwen darted in after her and seized Dave’s wrists and secured them behind his back. “Very good Gwen, you’ve performed excellently!”

Dave looked at Gwen surprised and began to struggle out her grasp.

“And if it hasn’t occurred to your addled male brain, this is a trap!”

“What do you want Sylvia!?” Dave demanded.

Sylvia removed a cigarette holder from her pocket and took out one cigarette. “Your total cooperation, Dave!”

Igniting the cigarette, Sylvia took a long drag and blew smoke in Dave’s face. At first he gagged but then his entire being just relaxed. His glassy eyes focused on Sylvia’s considerable cleavage and he sighed.

“Good boy, Dave, you just keep your eyes on my tits and answer all my questions. Okay?”

“Ohhh…kay…”

“Dave are you servicing all the girls in Justice Force?” Sylvia asked.

Dave let out a happy laugh. “Atomic Girl, Power Princess and Jade Dragon!”

“But no Super Donna?”

“No…” Dave’s answer had a tone of real disappointment.

“Of course! Donna, still gun shy after Jack broke her heart!” Sylvia thoroughly enjoyed the last sentence. She had seduced crime fighter Black Jack Dugan from Super Donna as part of an effort to destroy her nemesis. The plan only worked partially: Donna was heartbroken, but the emotional trauma drove her to redouble her crime fighting efforts. After being dumped by Sylvia a few months later when he was no longer needed, Jack Dugan quit crime fighting in disappointment and entered politics. He is currently serving his third term as mayor of Grover’s Mills, New Hampshire.

“We have to change that, don’t we Dave?”

“Yeah!”

Gwen released Dave’s limp arms and took a small first aid kit from under her bed.

“Two cc’s will be more than enough, Gwen!” Sylvia ordered.

Gwen filled a syringe to the right level and swabbed Dave’s bare arm with alcohol.

“This is an, well, energy booster for you, Dave. It’s time released to help you do an even better job with the Justice Force girls than you’re doing now.” Sylvia explained.

Gwen jabbed in the needle.

“Now, in two days you are going to seduce Super Donna, don’t worry, in her condition it won’t be hard, okay Dave?”

“Ohhh….yeah…”

“The day after that you will fuck every member of Justice Force in one night.” went on Sylvia. “I mean all four satisfied beyond anything they’ve ever known. This serum will help you accomplish that. Do you understand me, Dave?”

“Yeeesss…”

“Excellent! And all you are going to remember of this is your lesson with Gwen and then making love to her. You’ll have no memory of seeing me.”

“Yes, Sylvia….”

Sylvia relit her cigarette and gave Dave a face full of sleepy smoke. For a few seconds, Dave wanted so badly to fuck Sylvia and then he flopped back on the bed sound asleep.

“Phase one complete,” Sylvia declared

Justice Force - Part 5

For the next two months, all the members of Justice Force were content. Crime in the city had hit a lull, so Dave got to spend more time with Justice Force. He alternated days with Jade Dragon and Power Princess and also, Atomic Girl, whenever she wanted sex, which was very often. But he and Super Donna, the woman he loved, had still not connected. They talked and she oversaw his training after she decided Dave could be the first male member of Justice Force. But she resisted his attempts at deeper intimacy, the loss of Jack Dugan still kept her from trusting another man enough to respond to Dave's affection.

Then one afternoon, Justice Force received an alert: silent alarms had gone off at the Platinum Works storage facility. With Super Donna in the lead, Justice Force raced to the warehouse which held a large supply of platinum, gold and other priceless industrial metals. Super Donna was far from surprised when Justice Force found The Sisterhood of Evil gang, lead by Sylvia, Super Donna's former classmate at the Justice Leagure Academy and now arch enemy.

"I was wondering when I would see you again!" Donna said to Sylvia, who, with the other members of the Sisterhood, were stacking heisted paltinum for transport. Sylvia looked up with annoyance at her rival. "Donna, aren't there some J-walkers for you to apprehend!"
Sylvia, a tall, full chested and atheletic, caught Dave's eye. "What's this Donna, letting the boys join in now? Losing Jack must finnaly have gotten to you!"

"Are you going to surrender, Sylvia or do we have to take your gang in by force?" shouted Donna. Sylvia snorted a laugh as the rest of the Sisterhood of Evil joined thier leader. "Come on Donna, we have some scores to settle! I'll take you apart myself!""
Dave leapt forward, shoving past the other members of Justice Force, confronting Sylvia. "If you want to harm Donna, you're going to have to get through me first!"
At first Sylvia was surprised and baffled by the young man's impulsive action and then she grinned comprehendingly. "Pheramoan, please seperate this young man from his senses!"
Dave turned to fight the lovely blonde in the tight silver body suit that walked toward him. Then he caught a hint of arousal...summer...sex..Dave's being, suddenly excited, couldn't tell what was going on. Dave felt fascinated lust wash through his body and he embraced Pheramoan, a massive woody stretching the front of his jeans. The blonde enfolded him in a kiss and Dave felt her breasts, two handfulls of fleshy delight, surrender to his touch, and was massively aroused.
"Good night, lover boy!" Pheramoan whispered slowly in Dave's ear, nibbling slyly at the lobe.
BAP!!!
Pheramoan's hard right fist impacted directly on Dave's chin. There was laughter as he orgasmed, falling effortlessly to the ground.

When he woke, minutes later, Dave saw Jade Dragon sprawled on the ground next to him. Arms outstreched and legs in a "V," Jade was out, her pretty face serene in unconsciousness, had lolled toward Dave. Glancing up, he saw Power Princess battling Puma and Linx, sisters and one-time environmentalists until head injuries during a volley ball game turned them to crime and they joined Sylvia's organization. Nearby Atomic Girl was locked in combat with Pheramoan, Sylvia's second in command, with the ability to emit strong pheromones, helping to distract and defeat male opponenets.
When he saw Sylvia and Super Donna slugging it out by the stolen platinum, Dave rushed to his feet. His head spun and he landed face first on the dreaming Jade Dragon's bare stomach. Groaning, he pushed himself up slowly and reached inside the back of Jade Dragon's left boot.
Dave retireved the small sap Jade kept concealed there and crept behind Puma, who was restraining Power Princess while Linx was working the crime fighter's mid section. The sap's leather made a distinctive "THWAP" as it crossed the back of Puma's head. The bad girl went stiff and moaned, pain moving like an electric pulse through her skull. Her grip on Power Princess weakened as she slumped backward into Dave's arms. Power Princess immediately kicked Linx in the stomach, sending the girl into the wall. Power Princess proped her opponent to her feet and socked her hard on the jaw. Behind her feline half mask, Linx smiled and her eyes fluttered shut. Sliding down the wall, Linx joined her sister in dreamland before her cute ass touched the ground.
"Help me with Jade!" Power Princess urged Dave. They both sat the fallen crime fighter upright and slapped her gently until she woke. All three then joined the fight.

Jade Dragon quickly landed sharp karate chop to Pheramoan's neck. The voluptous bad girl went stiff and dropped loudly to the ground. "Thanks kid!" Atomic Girl said to Jade Dragon. "Let's finish this!"

All four converged on Super Donna and Sylvia, both locked in a furious battle. Dave wanted to black jack Sylvia, but the fight shifted so fast that he was in danger of knocking out Donna. Atomic Girl and Power Princess grabbed Sylvia by the arms and tore her off Super Donna, shoving her away. The villianess fell back against the wall, cornered by the crime fighters.

"It's over, Sylvia, let's go down town!" Super Donna urged.

"Like hell!" Sylvia sneered. With one hand, Sylvia smashed a small vial on the ground in front of Justice Force and with the other placed a small gas mask on her face. Gas was everywhere. Dave felt like he'd been punched again. Super Donna fell next to him and then Dave felt himself sag into darkness.

When the gas cleared, all five memembers of Justice Force lay prone and unconscious at Sylvia's feet. She took out a small cell phone and quickly punched in a number. "Bring the hover craft down, we've got casualities to transport along with the platinum!"

Hanging up, Sylvia walked over to her fallen nemesis and knelt down beside her. "I've waited a long time for this, Donna my girl!!!" Sylvia hauled Donna upright and slugged her in the face. A short squeal of agony escaped Super Donna's throat and Sylvia let the lifeless woman drop. She glanced at Dave next to her.
"Stretching that young boy's shorts, are you Donna?" Sylvia asked and she undid the buttons on Super Donna's top, exposing the crime fighter's tits. Grabbing Dave by the shoulder, she set him face down on Donna's left tit, the pink nipple passing between the slumbering boy's lips. Sylvia snapped a few digital pictures of the couple as the hover craft landed behind her.

The loading bay ramp eased to the ground and a sexy bleach blonde walked down, chewing gum and blowing bubbles. "Hey boss, what happened?"

"Justice Force interefered again!" Sylvia snarled. "Let's get the metal on board and then the rest of our Sisters, Gwen."

Using a power pallet jack, Gwen and Sylvia quickly loaded the precious metal on the hover craft. One at a time, they carried on their knocked out comrades in crime.

"Tell me Gwen, what do recall about our last encounter with Justice Force?" Sylvia asked, placing the concused Puma on a recovery bed inside the hover craft.

"A round house kick to my head from Jade Dragon and then waking up in the prison infirmary.." Gwen answered.

"No, I mean who was there besides Super Donna and company and the police?" The pair settled the dreaming Pheramoan on a gurney.

"Every TV newsreporter in the tri state area!" Gwen replied.

"Exactly. Now why do you think the police allow this quartet of over sexed gym bunnies to run around in spandex fighting crimminals like us?"

"Because they're wearing spandex?"

"And also because the public loves Justice Force," explained Sylvia as they settled Linx on a bed. Going outside one last time, Sylvia and Gwen took in the scene of the devasted Justice Force. Sylvia discovered with geniune pleasure the shinner forming where she had sucker punched Super Donna. "Gwen who do you think is the weak link in Justice Force?"

"The one sucking on Super Donna's boobs?"

"Correct! I have plans for this young man!"

"Are you going to steal him like you did Jack Dugan?" Gwen asked.

"No! Taking Super Donna's man from her only made her more dedicated to law enforcement. I have to use the man to bring her and this cast of bimbos down!"


Sylvia leaned down and slapped Dave on the ass.

"He's really cute, Sylvia," commented Gwen.

"Glad to hear you feel that way, that will help with my plans immensely!"

Both women reboarded the hover craft and the machine vanished into the sky.

Justice Force - Part 4

Power Princess slowly came around after she was seated on the chair in her corner. Her eyes fluttering open, she took in the concerned looks on the faces of the people surrounding her.

“Try and speak!” Jade Dragon said, gently slapping Power Princess, aka Jackie Ellison‘s, face. Still semi conscious from Dave’s sleeper hold, her eyes searched everywhere with anticipation and then finally came to rest on Atomic Girl. “It’s the Easter Bunny at last!” Power Princess exclaimed in dreamy contentment.

“Damn, Dave, you really fucked her up!” commented Atomic Girl. “When Donna gets back she’ll be shocked a man finally knocked out Jackie! Dave, get the smelling salts.”

“A man knocked me out?” Power Princess asked with hazy pleasure. “Who was it? Was he big and strong?”

“Well, I’d say so, Power Princess,” Dave answered the dazed girl’s question as he returned with the smelling salts.

“No, he wasn’t! Give me that!” Atomic Girl blurted. Breaking the small phial by Power Girl’s nose, Atomic Girl gently waved the salts under her partner’s nostrils.

“Ohhhh!” Power Princes head cleared instantly and she glared with anger at Dave. “You!”

“Yeah, I knocked you out cold,” Dave stated the obvious as if Power Princess wasn‘t in the gym when their fight occurred.

“Get back in your corner, Dave!” Power Princess ordered. “This match is not over!”

“Sure its over, I sent you to dreamland in under a minute…”

Power Princess’ fist sailed close to Dave’s face as Atomic Girl yanked him backward. “She’s ticked!” Atomic Girl turned her sometime lover around and shoved him back to his corner of the mat. “You’re dead!”

“I am not! I koed her once, I’ll do it again!”

“Dave, you’re the first male ever to knock Power Princess out. Guys twice your size have ended up in the hospital after tangling with Jackie and you put her out with a sleeper!”

The automatic buzzer screeched. Atomic Girl shoved the befuddled Dave forward. “I’ll see you in the infirmary!”

Dave barely went four steps when Power princess slammed directly into him. The impact flipped Dave completely over backwards and he landed loudly and painfully on his back. The gym ceiling blurred soothingly for the few moments it took for Power Princess to smile gleefully, raise her knee to her chin and drive it directly into Dave’s belly. Cursing between gasps, Dave rolled into a ball. Power Princess quickly knelt and pinned Dave’s wrists to the mat with her knees. She raised her right fist to her shoulder. Dave winced, knowing he was about to be clobbered.

When no explosion of pain wracked his skull, Dave unsquinted his eyes. Power Princess was slipping the shoulder of her white tank down her arm. “Jackie? What are you gonna do?” Dave asked, consumed with equal amounts of unease and lust. Even more unsettling; Power Princess was smiling the way she had when they first met, like Dave met with her approval.

“Sweet dreams!” Atomic Girl called out, but Dave didn’t hear her or notice the small digital camera Jade Dragon was pointing at him and Jackie.

“I…don’t…ah…know about…right here…Jackie….” Dave stammered as he watched Jackie’s tank top fall to her waist. Power Princess’ smooth, round breasts hung like graceful teardrops, curving into a near perfect spheres. Her nipples were hard and purple.
Power Princess leaned down to Dave right ear, allowing her tits to coyly brush on his face.

“Don’t worry Dave,” she whispered. “You’ll wake up in my bed!”

She kissed Dave affectionately and in one deft move, submerged Dave’s face in her boobs. Dave barely struggled as Power Princess’ skin first caressed his face and then began to close off his mouth and nose to oxygen.

Then he felt his air go short and a fire start in his lungs. Dave gasped and tried to push or pull Power Princess off of him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard!” was the last thing Dave heard as his eyes began to close. Power Princess’ grin of triumph widened when she felt Dave’s massive erection in his shorts.

“I own you!” Power Princess murmured. Dave felt his eyelids shut and he couldn’t open them. His lips pressed against Jackie’s cleavage, taking in the feel. And Dave was out cold!

When he emerged from Power Princess’ sleeping quarters the next morning, Jackie Ellison was sleeping deeply, the erotic dreams playing in her head reflected on the delighted smile on her face.