No More

The deep purple crescent bruise under Desiree's right eye took more than a week to fade. The fight had gone six rounds and by its conclusion, had gotten pretty rough.
Alicia knew two things about Desiree as a fighter even before they stepped into the ring.
First, Desiree was easily excited (and then exhausted) when provoked by a female opponent she found attractive. Alicia wore tight, high cut trunks and a clingy top for their match, pressing Desiree into skintight clinches whenever possible.
And second, the result of all the over excitement was Desiree's inability to guard her head.
Alicia gave her adversary the black eye at the end of the fourth round, and kept up the assault for the next, flooring the weakened girl three times before putting Desiree to sleep with a pounding right hook to the jaw.
For the five minutes she slumbered, Desiree heard the voice of Peter, her trainer-boyfriend, and saw his handsome face and naked body as they made love. Vivid pleasure pulsed in Desiree's body, distorting her lover's voice as it dripped in her ears and transformed into honey. Buxom women with scorching red eyes joined Peter in thrusting into the unconscious girl. They kissed Desiree's thighs, caressed her breasts and licked her pussy.
When Desiree's eyes opened, she saw Peter and Emma the Ref leaning over her.
"Ouuuuhhhh..." Desiree mumbled, her vision focusing as her face started to throb. "Peter....don't stop!"

For the two weeks Desiree was missing from the Amazonia Boxing Club, she rested at home. She took medical leave from the accounting firm she worked at and read Claire Morgan's detective novels. The only interruptions were check-up calls from Peter, a trainer at the Amazonia.
She and Peter and become lovers soon after Desiree joined the Amazonia, desperate to learn how to box. She had a girlfriend, another fight trainer named Grace. Grace manipulated her lover into a bout she was unready for and had the joy of watching Desiree beaten senseless. The pair split soon after and though many women took Grace's place, Desiree's emotional bond to Peter strengthened. A few weeks after Grace vanished, student and trainer moved in together.

Akeisha joined the Amazonia from Blake Mitchell University. The school's budget problems caused the cancellation of the women's boxing program. The soon to graduate senior wanted to continue her boxing training and was assigned to Peter during the first week of Desiree's recuperation.
Building on Akeisha's considerable talent and trainging, instruction proceeded quickly, a pleasant surprise for Peter. The pretty black girl moved like liquid mercury during a match, her defenses always up, deploying punches and jabs with smooth determination. Peter studied her thighs and biceps as they flexed when Akeisha sparred or worked the heavy bag and remembered that Desiree possessed am identical physical intensity. Akeisha was built bigger than his girlfriend, which Peter found enticing.

Desiree was confused when she discovered Peter's infidelity.
The realization took a long time because the older man's physical eagerness for "his Dez," as Peter called her, never waned. Desiree would often glance at Peter, her bedroom eyes flaring. For a second Peter gazed at Desiree's black eye and grabbed the small girl lustily, kissing her warmly as he carried her into their bedroom. When they made love, Peter pretended the black eye was a gift to Desiree.
Desiree told herself Peter's affair would end quickly. When it didn't, she confronted Peter with the evidence: two hotel stays on the credit card bill and multiple rumors in the women's locker room.
Peter confessed immediately.
"I still love you Dez," he added, shamefully. "You know that!"
Desiree did know that. She also knew part of Peter's love for her was because she was the first women he'd been with since cancer had taken his wife.
"You do, don't you," was her pensive reply. Desiree mentally catalogued all the women she'd fucked since Grace left. Against those lust-fueled couplings she stacked Akeisha who Peter didn't love, but saw as desirable because Akeisha was a natural fighter like herself, in need of the same guidance that Peter had given Desiree.

The Saturday after her return to the Amazonia, Desiree waited for Peter to go to lunch with his friend's Wes and Katie, leaving Akeisha defenseless.
"We need to talk!" she said to Akeisha as her rival worked a speed bag. Desiree's voice was intent and emotionless. Akeisha turned carelessly to Desiree; knowing her reputation for impulsive behavior, Akeisha felt this was coming from her first night with Peter.
"What's up....Desiree, right?"
"You're fucking Peter!"
Akeisha looked at the smaller girl calmly, knowing the accusation was meant as a provocation.
"End it!" Desiree ordered.
"No," Akeisha replied, calmly removing her knuckle dusters, keeping her eyes on Desiree. "I like Peter. He's a good trainer and a good man. He's patient, he's certainly loved you all this time."
"Peter's spreading it where it shouldn't be!"
"Unlike you? Some girls call you lesbian peanut butter!"
"Outside!" Desiree barked.
Akeisha smiled at striking her rival's tender spot. Both girls walked into the alley way between the gym and Zappitelli's Italian Restaurant.
The pair traded insults as they circled each other, fists at their chins. Desiree faked at Akeisha's mid section and hooked a right to the chin. Akeisha's head rolled sideways and bounced back. Akeisha was unfazed by the punch.
The black girl fired back, connecting a left to Desiree's face, followed by right slipped between the shorter fighter's parted arms. Desiree cringed, but fired back
her own left-right combination to Akeisha's head.
Stepping into Keisha's downward spiral, Desiree slugged her hard in the gut.
A hot pain ripped into Akeisha. "Skinny whore!" she growled at Desiree. retreating, Akeisha straightened up and pitched two shots at Desiree, who ducked them and planted a right upper cut on Akeisha's chin.
The girl stumbled onto her ass, stretching out her arms to catch hold of the invisible ropes. Akeisha blinked twice, staring up in confusion at Desiree. After shaking her ehad clear, Akeisha stood quickly.
Barely moving from where they stood, both women began hammering each other. Akeisha threw the ten pounds she had on Desiree into every blow. Desiree was beginning to feel battered, the punches she was receiving grew faster and harder. A stinging upper cut put Desiree into the unyielding brick wall of the restaurant. The dazed girl felt her jaw fly sideways from the left hook and followed. She sagged, her legs beginning to buckle as she "oooohhh"ed in pain.
Akeisha blasted Desiree's mid section with right-left hits.
"Stop it!"
Peter was running down the alley, reaching to grab Akeisha's elbow as she cocked her arm back. He felt his body go cold as Akeisha's fist shot forward and impacted Desiree's jaw. The smaller girl sank to the group, completely unconscious.
Peter shoved Akeisha out of his way as he ran to his girlfriend.
"I knocked your Desiree out!" Akeisha announced. Peter sat the limp girl up, calling her name. He swiftly checked her pulse and then cracked her eyelids. Whites showed.
"Come on Desiree!" The panic in Peter's imploring surprised Akeisha. "I put that bitch to bed! Tell me what to do with my private life!"
Desiree moaned deeply and Peter began calling her name a second time, much louder. "Please, Dez, it's over....I swear!'
Akeisha was going to speak again, but stopped as she began to say "Peter..."
Aching disappointment speared through her.
"Christ Peter, why did you bother....get her out the ring, stop her fighting!" Akeisha shouted. "Look, this should be a lesson to you, Desiree isn't a good fighter. Get her pregnant, marry her, whatever, but get this whelp of the boxing ring!"
Peter heard every word Akeisha said, but stared at Desiree as she stirred, her lips moving.
"No.....mhore...." Desiree could still feel Akeisha's fists hitting her. She eased fully back into Peter's supporting arms. "Sta...pit....no...mhore...."
Akeisha turned away, saying she'd call an ambulance.
"No more, Dez, its over," Peter said. "I've got you now..."
Desiree's eyes opened completely and she looked blankly at Peter. The memory of who this man, who cradled her, was slowly seeping back into her head. In a minute she'd recall in detail why he was speaking so tenderly to her, but for now Desiree decided to rest.

Sabrina

Greg's biggest flaw was being a breast man. He had concluded that a C cup was an entrance requirement for females enrolling at the Justice League of America Academy. Avenger Girl, Power Princess, Lady Puma, Atomic Girl...all graduates with well endowed chests.
Super heroines and female crime fighters were the reason Greg joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. Almost all the city's female justice fighters, as they called themselves, worked out there.
Greg had been one of five guys who took on Drusila, Wonder Woman's younger sister, in his first week at the Amazonia. At the start of their third round, Greg absently took in Drusila's ample breasts jiggle as she threw a combo at him and got knocked out. When he woke in the recovery room, Greg asked Emma the Ref if she wanted to go make out now that the junior prom was over
He learned that super heroines were just as kinky as women in the civilian population. Lady Puma challenged Greg to a private wrestling match. After a long struggle, Greg maneuvered the Nordic blond into a sleeper hold.
Lady Puma, who had smashed so many of the city's drug, gambling and prostitution rings, found being subdued and put to sleep very pleasurable. She relished being imprisoned in the iron bands of Greg's arms, relaxing into unconsciousness as an orgasm wrenched her body. For a year after their match, Greg and Lady Puma were lovers. After the relationship ended, Lady Puma would still call Greg for a one-nighter, especially after defeating male criminals in front of a cheering crowd and recording television cameras.
The introduction to Sabrina, known as The Silver Vixen, was brief. instead of her clingy crime fighting uniform, Silver Vixen wore an orange-red top and shorts. Sabrina rapidly punched and kicked a heavy bag that jerked back and forth in front of her.
"Ms. Fox? Hey..." Greg was using his "thrilled to meet a super heroine" voice, that more often than not worked on a subject. "You have great technique and coordination!"
Sabrina peered up at Greg, her narrowed eyes piercing him like those of her namesake. Greg felt her foot smack him in the head. There was a white flash and the lights in Greg's brain went out instantly. Greg lay on the wrestling mats that broke his fall. Sabrina the Silver Vixen went back to her work out.

"Not exactly starving for male attention," admitted Greg as he adjusted the ice pack Emma the Ref had placed on the bruise where Sabrina had kicked him. Greg lay sore and spent on the a bed in the club's recovery room.
"Probably heard about you," Emma declared. "Heard you go for crime fighter chicks and didn't want to be another notch on your bed post."
"That's funny...ohhhh...Emma!" Greg winced from the ice pack rubbing his bruise. "How am I going to nail this girl?!"
Emma rolled her eyes at Greg's total lack of subtlety. She quietly thanked heaven for her settled relationship with Wes and Katie. "Wes told me you defeated Lady Puma in the wrestling ring and she couldn't stop fucking you for months after, right?"
Greg smiled at the resurrected memory. "Yeah...."
"So try it with Silver Vixen," Emma suggested. "All the super heroine crime fighters have to act fierce and independent so the public will take them seriously. But deep inside, they're as insecure and unhappy as everyone else. I bet Silver Vixen is dying for a man."
Emma never realized she had so many cliches at her command, but Greg's forlorn condition appealed to the caring, maternal aspects of her nature.
"She kicked me in the head!"
"Just try it!"

Sabrina the Silver Vixen waited in the corner farthest from Greg as he stepped through the ropes. To his pleasant surprise, she wore her tight yellow and brown body suit, minus her whiskered eye mask.
As always, Greg was distracted by Silver Vixen's chest, large portions of which were displayed by the "V" cut in the front of her outfit.
"I'm not apologizing for kicking you." Silver Vixen asserted.
"I wasn't expecting one," Greg answered, moving at Silver Vixen warily. She extended her arms, hands ready to grasp the man in front of her. Greg swung his arms slowly before Sabrina, taunting her to catch them.
Sabrina clasped his wrists and tugged hard, flinging him into the ropes. As he stumbled forward, very confused, Greg felt Silver Vixen's fist plunge into his mid section, elicting a loud "OOOFFF!!"
instantly Silver Vixen jerked her arm into Greg's chin, pitching him backward. She swiftly placed her foot behind Greg's Achilles tendon, sending him to the canvas, arms flailing wildly.
Bending her extended elbow, Silver Vixen drove the point into Greg's stomach, producing another screech of pain.
"We had to do this a second time, Greg!"
Again Silver Vixen dropped next to the gasping Greg, battering him with her leg.
Greg comically doubled up into a "V" and Silver Vixen slugged him in the jaw, hoping he'd be knocked out a second time.
Greg flipped over, landing on his face. He struggled to organise his rattling brain and reality focused just as Silver Vixen's bare foot shot down at his thigh. Greg whirled out of the way and then spun his body back, his hands catching hold of Silver Vixen's ankle. Giving one sharp tug, Greg sent Sabrina to the cavass, painfully landing her on her ass.
Silver Vixen squealed loudly when Greg grabbed her lower leg and pulled the girl to him. Lurching forward as he got to his feet, Greg threw himself behind the confused female crime fighter and clamped a sleeper hold around her neck.
"Get off me!" blurted Sabrina. "What are you trying to do, creep?"
"Help you to sleep, Silver Vixen!" Greg answered, trying to sound like one of the evil masterminds Silver Vixen regularly defeated on the news programs. He pulled his arms tighter, ignoring Sabrina's fingers tearing at his biceps.
Silver Vixen's breathing became louder and slower.
"Nooooo.....noooo...." Silver Vixen spluttered as she felt lightness creep over her. "Gonn...ah...de...des...oy...u..."
The urge to sleep squeezed harder than Greg's limbs. Silver Vixen breathed shallow gulps. The ring became dark and Greg's voice lower until she comprehended nothing. Greg jerked at her neck and Sabrina went completely to sleep.
Greg settled her on the canvas and pinned Silver Fox for a three count.