Milla

Rob landed on the canvas after his girlfriend, Jenny. Both had been knocked out while boxing Milla. The first bout was between the women. While Rob watched with anticipation, Milla worked Jenny over until the smaller girl was slumped against the ropes, groggy and moaning.
Milla planned to talk trash to Rob before putting him to sleep, but she punched and slugged Jenny in relative silence, her facial expression ferociously seductive as she wore Jenny down, prepping for the knockout.
Even though she was semi conscious, Jenny was excited at being beaten senseless by Milla. Jenny's trainer, Peter, recommended Milla to take care of what the couple wanted, needed really.
Jenny and Rob had fought each other to knockouts and that had been incredibly satisfying. But Rob wanted to see his lover laid out by another female and then lose to the same fighter himself. Deep in her soul, Jenny craved defeat and domination by a girl like Milla.

Milla tilted the dazed Jenny's chin into the right position with the underside of her boxing gloves.The right fist arched back.
"All right, pretty girl, time to finish you off!"
The endearment "pretty girl" flared excitement in Jenny, who savored the wave of horniness for the seconds it took for the punch to tag the point of of her chin. The blackness of complete sleep consumed Jenny and she landed on her back at Milla's feet.
Rob hung on the ropes , poised to leap into the ring when Milla finished the ten count. Then Milla knelt over the fallen boxer and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, tenderly cradling Jenny's head in her gloved hands.
Rob sprinted into the ring as Milla, according to their arrangement, left the room.

Thirty minutes later Milla returned. Rob was just settling Jenny on the large air mattress outside the ring, adjusting Jenny's foxy boxing trunks to their proper place.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to fuck you up good!" promised Milla as she adjusted to Velcro straps on Rob's gloves. "You're going to join your slut girlfriend in dreamland! It will be a pleasure knocking your ass out!"
They touched gloves and a pounding right hook spun Rob into a corkscrew. His body quickly unraveled and Rob felt everything drop into darkness.
Milla gave him a ten count and admired the erection in his shorts as it sprouted upward.

Milla enjoyed sex with men, but she emotionally oriented toward women.
When Jenny regained consciousness, she was too bruised and sore for sex, so Milla and Rob spent Saturday night together. It wasn't like being with Jenny, but the first two of Rob's orgasms made Milla so drunk with pleasure that Milla took him into herself greedily.
While Rob slept through Sunday morning, Milla woke Jenny and rubbed lotion on her bruises. Milla took digital pics of the dark purple shiner on Jenny's right eye. Gently Milla kissed the wound and Jenny pulled her into the bed.

Milla said her good byes on Sunday evening. She gave Ron a solid upper cut after they kissed. Rob dropped into the couch he and Jenny stood in front of.
Milla embraced Jenny and they kissed one long minute.
WHAP!
The right hook fell low on Jenny's jaw. Milla caught her in her arms and deposited her next to Rob.

Gina's Dream

The following story was inspired by an artist named Gina whose work can be found at http://adventure-art.deviantart.com/ My thanks to her for allowing me to use her work at my site.

Gina held her own for three rounds against Frank. When the knockout punch did arrive, it slammed into the side of her face. Gina's eyes shut instantly.
She felt herself strike the canvas, landing on her side. In languorous slow motion Gina rolled over on her back. She struggled to disperse the blackness that enveloped her, but she was fast asleep. Their match was held in Frank's basement gym and they were alone.
Gina couldn't hear Frank call her "Sleeping beauty" and ask if she was getting up.
Looking at Gina prone on the canvas, Frank concluded Gina, with her frizzy curly hair and nice thick legs, was attractive. Like a lot of women Frank boxed, Frank used his digital camera to record Gina's post fight nap.

In the darkness, Gina felt herself swaying and falling until she landed in the forest. The morning sun was shinning between the thick foliage as she walked her horse to the meeting place.
Gina wore black tights and a white blouse opened just above her ample breasts. Around her waist was her rapier.
As she walked, holding the reins of her horse Rosie, who carried two bags of stolen gold coins, Gina smiled and daydreamed about her previous night with Cpt. Mark DeFoe from the Royal Army. Gina had separated from her partner in crime, Calico Sarah, at the Windsor Inn, after splitting the lot from the robbery of a treasury convoy. Gina encountered Cpt. DeFore at the Inn's tavern. He thought she was a local wench and treated her to multiple tankards of ale until they found their way to his room.
Leaving DeFoe in a drunken and exhausted sleep, Gina left the Windsor before dawn and headed to rejoin Calico Sarah for the next robbery. Gina sat against a low wall by the roadside, continuing to daydream about DeFoe.
A figure emerged from the dark forest and moved silently behind Gina.
The figure raised a club above Gina's exposed head.
BONK!!!
Stars geysered around Gina. She felt her eyes close and body relax. The stars continued to spin around her head even though Gina was out cold. A soft "ooohhhh" escaped her lips.
The attacker leaped over the wall and knelt next to her victim. The girl, ten years younger than the thirty year old Gina, wore the red and white uniform of the King's Bounty Hunters, whose duty it was to apprehend all highway outlaws.
"Well, well, Gina the Queen of Thieves!" exclaimed the bounty hunter. "You'll fetch a great sum from the sheriff!"
Gina groaned softly and her body stirred.
"What?! Back from the land of slumber so soon?"
From a pocket in her cloak, the young girl removed a small leather sap.
"Go back to sleep, Gina!"
THUMP!!
The sap landed behind Gina's right ear and the lady thief sighed as she sagged into a deep, peaceful knockout.

It took Gina a few minutes to recover completely from the blows she'd taken. Moving her hands and legs was impossible as her wrists were bound to the tree she was slumped against.
"Queen Gina, awake at last!"
Recognition of the voice snapped Gina back to reality. It was Brittany Shelley, Gina's arch enemy.
"What happened?" asked Gina.
"I was on patrol and who did I find? The most wanted criminal in the entire kingdom...Gina, Queen of the Thieves! So I gave you a conk on the head...well, two conks actually!"
Gina squinted in anger. "If I could get my sword, I'd run you through!"
"I don't doubt you would!"
Brittany sat next to Gina.
"I wager Calico Sarah is searching right now for you! So, I'm going to reunite you two!" Gina reached into her cape. "And as a precaution..."
THWAP!!
This time love birds sang in Gina's ear before she went out.

When Gina came around again, Calico Sarah was slumped against her, restrained in the same way as Gina. Gina surveyed the entire camp, but Brittany was gone.
"Hey Sarah, wake up!"
Gina began nudging her friend. The younger bandit stirred back to consciousness.
Calico Sarah, her nickname a tribute to her multicolored hair, had learned the criminal arts from Queen Gina and the two had been partners for the last two years.
"Wh...ere...we...?" Sarah asked.
"We've both been apprehended by Brittany of the Kings Bounty Hunters. I don't see the wench anywhere, though."
"We're headed straight to jail or deportation to the colonies if she brings us in!"
"And for a very long time, too. we've got to get out of here!"
Both women struggled and pulled at the ropes around their wrists. After a minute, Sarah felt the ropes give and fall away.
"I'm free!" Sarah shouted and quickly undid the bindings on her ankles. Grabbing a knife on a nearby table, she freed Gina.
The pair ran into the forest and quickly found the spot Gina had tied up the horse that carried the stolen gold. Both the horse and the gold were gone. Both women searched desperately until Gina found their horse grazing in a field, saddle bags heavy but intact. "I found them, Sarah!"
Gina noticed Sarah had vanished from next to her. In a hedgerow and few feet behind the, Gina her a scuffle. And then...
WHAP!!
POW!!
SOCK!!
Gina froze in place when she saw Cpt. DeFoe emerge from the hedgerow. Over his left shoulder was draped an unconscious Calico Sarah, her limp arms and legs dangling in the air.
"Good morning, Gina! I was greatly disappointed to find you'd left before me!"
Gina took a few paces back from her lover. "How did you...?"
"I work with Brittany from the Hunters!"
DeFoe hefted Calico Sarah onto the rump of one of the horses. He turned to Gina. "Who do you think told Brittany that you and Miss Calico were in the area?"
"You?"
"Correct. Now your turn..." He smiled at the panicked Gina as he seized her wrist, that Gina tried to pull back. "I'll put in a good word for you and your friend with the magistrate. Maybe you'll get ten years in prison."
Gina swung at DeFoe with her free hand. He slipped out of the way of the fist.
"I enjoyed last night, it made me wish you were the farm girl you pretended to be!"
Cpt. DeFoe brought a small club down on the top of Gina's head.
The lady theif felt dizzy and stars showered around her. Eyes crossing, Gina wobbled and sighed. DeFoe caught her as she collapsed toward him. Gina fit perfectly next to Sarah on the horse.
DeFoe gave both women a lusty slap on the ass. Calico Sarah mumbled in her sleep. Maybe, DeFoe considered, I could persuade the magistrate to allow me to supervise these ladies' rehabilitation. Leading the horses, DeFoe started down the road.

"Hey, Gina, wakey wakey!"
Gina knew she wasn't in the forest and quickly discovered she was laying on the canvas of Frank's boxing ring.
"I knocked you out cold, girl!'
Clutching her sore face with her gloved hands, Gina replied, "You sure did!"

Lisa at the Beach - The Finish

"Get her up!"
Arianna had firmly shook and then slapped her friend's face, but Lisa was completely knocked out.
Now she grabbed the defeated girl's legs and her boyfriend Marc slipped his hands under Lisa's shoulders. The carried the slumbering beauty back to her corner.
Lisa had flashing dreams, like movies, that started and then suddenly switched off. Voices, male and female, seemed to settle into her sleep.
Stabbing pain spiralled through Lisa's skull. She saw Marc and Arianna crouched in front of her.
"Where....is...he...." Lisa sighed.
"Where is who?" Arianna asked. "How many fingers, Lisa?"
Lisa stared at Arianna's index and pointer fingers. "Two! Where is he?"
"Chill out Lisa," said Marc. "The bell saved you. The fight is still on."
As she forced her senses back into order and got to her feet, Lisa felt anger and lust fuse in her soul.
Emma asked Lisa if she could continue. Marty felt a sharp, warm thrill when Lisa answered "Yes!"
"You tired, you fuck!?" Lisa growled as round three began, both fighters hammering at each other. "Because you're going to sleep, Mr. Banana!"
Marty was pleasantly surprised by Lisa's aggressiveness. She thought she'd twitch her tits and tail and then knock me out, he told himself as the battle continued. Well, knockouts hurt, sorry about that Honey Cake!
Early in round four, Lisa focused on wearing down Marty with body shots. At first he barely flinched. But Lisa would not stop and Marty began to roll back from her. Lisa pursued and tagged Marty in the solar plexus.
Marty bent in a pain so sharp his profanity strangled in his throat. Lisa threw a left that smacked Marty on the side of his face, spinning him ninety degrees. He barely heard the shouts and howls from the audience. Pain drowned everything and Lisa's shot to his mid section increased the volume.
Suddenly the pain shut off. The ring and the screaming women and the moon lit beach swirled around the male boxer and flared of black and yellow followed Marty to unconsciousness.

The colors flared again and Marty saw Emma holding Lisa's right fist against the the moon above them. Haley was already knelt next to him when Lisa shoved her away.
Blackness washed over Marty and then receded.
He was on his knees and the crowd was cheering. When Marty, still groggy, slumped forward, his face pressing against Lisa's smooth ass.
"Kiss it, boy!" Lisa yelled at Marty over her shoulder. With thoughtless pleasure, Marty pressed his lips into her butt cheeks. The skin was soothing on his sore face, so he buried it in Lisa's flesh. Marty slipped sideways and kissed the other cheek.Marty was burning to fuck Lisa.
"You're a good boy!" Lisa said when she hauled Marty to his feet. "I really enjoyed that!'
The spectators roared loudly in response to the "CRACK!" of Lisa's bare knuckles on her opponent's chin.
He tilted back into Haley's arms. Marty was out cold again.

The next night Lisa went to the small bungalow Marty and Haley rented for the beach party. Haley was seated on the front porch and leaped up when she saw Lisa walking up the steps.
"What could you possibly want her?" asked Haley.
"I'm here to see Marty!" Lisa answered, knowing Haley was going to be a problem, but if the blond got in the way Lisa was ready to handle it.
"He's resting," Haley said, stepping in front of the screen door entrance. "From the beating you gave him yesterday."
Lis smiled to herself, recalling Marty in Haley's arms, deep in his second knock out of the evening. To Lisa it seemed like he was smiling.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, after he woke up!"
Haley and her friend Katie carried the unconscious Marty to a nearby recovery tent where smelling salts were administered. After a few tries, Marty correctly identified Haley and himself.
"Let me talk to him, I want to apologize."
Lisa moved to the front door and Haley, her pretty face frozen with determination, walked in front of the intruder.
"Out of the way, twig!"
Haley barely flinched. "Get off the porch! Marty is mine!"
As Lisa clinched her right fist, she admitted to herself that Haley was only protecting her territory.
WHAP!!!
Haley stepped sideways a few paces from the force of her rival's right hook. Then it was lights out. Haley dropped against Lisa, her face slack and eyes shut.
Carrying Haley in her arms, Lisa shouldered open the screen door and went inside. She dumped Haley in a sitting position on the living room couch.
Looking at the humiliated girl, Lisa suddenly felt sorry for her. Haley had been sucker punched and would have a bad headache when she came to.
Lisa placed Haley's legs on the couch and placed her head on a pillow.
Marty glanced in shock when Lisa trespassed into Haley and his bedroom.
"Lisa? Did Haley let you in?"
Marty was already off the bed when Lisa's eyes caught his.
"She went to the store, she'll be back."
Lisa embraced Marty and the pair kissed.