Taken

Amelia wanted to be taken by her lover, whether male or female. "Consumed" was the word she used. In college, her experience had been with women and she was certain about her lesbianism. After graduation, she encountered Jon at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Between their two bouts, both of which ended with the Asian girl out on the canvas, they slept together. The fact that Jon sucker punched Amelia in the ring the day after such shared intimacy ought to have put her off men. Instead, she found herself wanting to submit, to be bested and dominated. When not in the arms of a lover, Amelia was worried by this tendency.
Would she end up in love with an abuser? The physical dangers of that prospect frightened her. Emotionally, she was pleased.

Scott knocked Amelia out for the count one Saturday afternoon at the Amazonia. He was a skilled boxer,but Amelia took him on with trepidation. would he KO her the way she wanted it? His thoughtful eyes moved over her body so completely that Amelia assumed he was falling for her.
No! No! she yelled to herself. Do that when I don't care!
Moments later, Scott hurled a right directly into Amelia's mid section. The girl boxer jerked forward, her face distorted by agony. Two upper cuts exploded on Amelia's chin and jaw. She staggered comically into the ropes and Scott moved in quickly. He opened up on her torso for twenty seconds, before punching the side of her face.
Black silence blanketed the girl boxer. She stood a few seconds, limbs and muscles slack, head head lolling on her right shoulder, mouth gaping and eyes shut. Amelia's knees gave out and she lay on the canvas, unmoving.
As she dreamed of Jiannah, a beautiful black woman she'd been with three nights before, Scott placed Amelia on her back and administered a ten count.

                                           

Amelia came to in the dressing room where Scott had carried her. She sat up lethargically, focusing on the male figure seated next to the bed.
"What?"
"I knocked you out," Scott explained. "How  do you feel?"
Amelia thought briefly, then asked Scott if he would drive her home. While they fucked, Amelia saw the thoughtful look in Scott's eyes again. He was falling in love.

For two weeks, Amelia stayed away from Scott, even though thinking about him got her excited. She slept with some old girlfriends and some guys who resembled Scott in different ways. Very late one night Amelia woke suddenly, realizing that Scott had never called her.
Amelia waited a few more days. When nothing happened, she panicked. I saw him, she told herself multiple times. I saw him fall for me!

"Hey, Amelia, where you been?"
The male voice filled the gym around Amelia, making her jump back from the heavy bag she was using. She had tentatively given up dodging Scott and visited the Amazonia after ten pm to work out.
"Scott!" she blurted, like a little girl thrilled at her father coming home after a long absence.  "I've been here, like always."
"Good. Get in the ring!"
"I don't feel like a fight now..."
Scott clasped Amelia's bare shoulders. "I am! I'm here to knock you out!"
Stressing the last three words, Scott's voice penetrated the Asian fighter. She took hesitant steps backward toward the ring. The intruder shoved her a few times until they both stood in the ring.
"One punch is all this will take!" said Scott, slamming his gloves together "From this fist right here!" He held the red boxing glove in Amelia's face, who felt fear stab her. Scott meant his threat.
"No, okay, Scott!" Amelia began. "I'm sorry...okay?...okay...!"
He said nothing and pushed closer. Amelia retreated, pleading louder, but aware she'd be clobbered in a minute.
"I just thought we could mess around..." Amelia struggled, her voice weakening. The ropes suddenly pressed on her back. Scott's fist went back. "Good night, Amelia!"
BAM!!!
Amelia never felt the punch or her hard landing on the canvas.

Amelia delayed introducing Scott to her parents for a month. They wanted to give her black eye a chance to fade.

Seeing Stars

The straight right hit directly on Adrienne's chin. The impact moved like a wave through the girl's skull; sharp, rattling pain, followed by lightheaded numbness. Adrienne was unable to move.
Or hear Henry, her boyfriend, shouting. Adrienne was completely vulnerable, stunned into half consciousness, pink boxing gloves motionless at her side. The few thoughts Adrienne managed to process to completion were about the girl standing in front of her.
The black haired Latina's lips were moving, hurling insults at the dazed fighter. The words didn't register with Adrienne, only mixed around in her brain with speculation about what was happening next.
"Good night, pera!" Rosie yelled, loud enough for everyone gathered for the match to hear the insult, except Adrienne. Her senses were rapidly scattering as the ring got dark.
The upper cut took fore ever, but when it struck, Adrienne was thoroughly separated from reality. when she landed on the canvas, upturned face adorned with a smile and big tits bouncing comically, the spectacle unleashed a collective cheer. Once again, Rosie had beaten an opponent senseless.
The victor felt particular pleasure parading around the ring, fists raised to the crowd - she had put Adrienne in her place. A few weeks earlier, Rosie had flirted aggressively with Henry, saying she  wanted a fling with him. Deeply in love with Adrienne, Henry politely deflected the offer.
An angered Rosie fabricated a detailed account of sex with Henry and spread it around the Amazonia Boxing Club. The ugly rumor finally reached Adrienne, who immediately saw it for a lie. On the night Henry was purported to be cheating, he and Adrienne had dinner at her parent's house in New Jersey.
Adrienne immediately challenged Rosie to the boxing match she had just lost by a knockout.

Henry and Adrienne's sister, Lucia, revived their fighter after the ten count from Emma the Ref. It took a few waves of smelling salts under the sleeping girl's nostrils to snap her back. And even then, Adrienne was very disoriented.
They slowly walked the wobbly Adrienne to her corner, where she sat peering at Henry, trying to figure out where she had seen him before. When she finally identified her lover, Adrienne kept asking for a kiss.
"Tonight, Adrienne, not now," Henry said, when they got to the recovery room.
"Ho...kay..." Adrienne chirped. She lay down on one of the couches and went out again.

Five minutes passed before Adrienne returned from dreamland. This time she knew who the people standing over her were and what had happened in the ring before the lights went out. Emma the Ref examined Adrienne and advised her to rest.
"You got worked over, now relax."
Lucia asked Emma to stay with her sister and Henry, explaining she had business to take care of. Emma, aware that Lucia had begged her sister not to challenge Rosie, knew what that business was.

She found Rosie in the women's locker room, just getting into her street clothes.
"How's the punching bag!?" asked Rosie, when she saw the intruder.
Lucia was on top of Rosie the instant after the question was finished. hauling the dark haired beauty against the lockers. "Why did you fight my sister? You knew she had no chance against you!"
"Because I wanted to beat her up!"
"That's why you hit on Henry. He's not the kind that cheats, but Adrienne is the kind who flies out of control when she's pissed!"
"You figured it out!"
"Bitch!"
"And your sister is a big titted ditz with a glass jaw! Only a sad sack like Henry would want her!"
Lucia's right fist plunged into Rosie's solar plexus. Rosie folded in on herself, gasping violently.
"Don't worry, the pain won't be for much longer."
Lucia straightened up her intended target and slugged Rosie hard on the jaw. Rosie's body smashed the lockers loudly. Awareness drained from her eyes and her knees buckled.
Lucia gloated as Rosie slipped down to the cement floor, a brief moan signaling that consciousness was slipping away.
Lucia wanted to punch the knocked out girl one more time, but didn't. The message she wanted to communicate to the little puta would be painfully clear when she came around in an hour.