The punches, hard and precise, landed all over Mark, who sagged on the ropes of the boxing ring. He absorbed Evie's punishment throughout rounds two and three and now in the fourth, the only thing keeping him standing was the impact of the female fighter's fists.
Evie let up momentarily and Mark stared dreamily at his opponent. A few feet away, his girlfriend, Paula, was shouting "Wake up!" Paula's voice was soothing to Mark, because of the two women he lived with, Paula actually loved him. But the effort was wasted.
Mark's consciousness was drifting and his limbs were jelly. Random visions of sex with Evie occupied what brain function he had left. She's about to knock me out, he noticed, following the arcing movement of her right fist.
"Make a wish, honey stick! Because I'm about to blow out your candles!" purred Evie.
Mark watched Evie's strong thighs in the blue and black bikini until the explosion. His head wobbled back violently and then sank forward, lower jaw hanging. Mark toppled to the canvas.
The prone boxer wasn't asleep, instead he watched Emma the Ref count him out.
"Evie you finished him!" Emma said, after declaring her the victor by a knockout. Paula shoved herself between the ref and Evie, calling to her boyfriend, who grinned idiotically.
"That horn dog?!" Evie said in Paula's direction. "He wanted in my pants so bad, what else could I do!?"
Paula and Emma stood Mark up, letting his arms dangle across their shoulders. He sagged forward, unconscious.
For the five minutes Mark was out cold, he had an erotic dream featuring Paula. She rolled on the bed like mountain lioness in heat, begging Mark for relief. Mark watched himself pin her to the mattress and fuck her.
Smelling salts startled Mark back to the real world, where face and limbs ached.
Paula and Emma stood over him, concern radiating from their eyes. Karen, blond and buxom, was just behind Paula. Her expression telegraphed, "This is what you get!"
The trio had begun as just Mark and Karen, who became interested in him after wanting a full time male partner. At first, Karen was not sure if Mark was the right guy, but she seduced him, anyway.
Karen roughed up her new lover for two rounds at the Amazonia Boxing Club and called him pussy seconds before punching him out cold. When Mark came around, they spent the night at at her place. The gamble paid off.
Karen kept her two girlfriends and noticed, after some time, that Mark didn't like sharing.
We need a distraction, decided Karen and made sure Mark was ringside for the fight with Paula, a brunette, shorter than Karen. Karen worked the smaller girl over in front of Mark, before sending her to dreamland.
He followed Emma and Karen as they carried the dreaming girl to the recovery room. Purple patches were already filling in beneath her right eye. When Emma ran to another room for the first aid kit, Karen handed Mark his Iphone. He greedily took six pictures of Paula, adjusting her limbs for each exposure. For the next week, Mark helped Paula with her recovery and she soon moved in with Mark and Karen.
"Mark, honey, can you hear me?" Paula asked.
"I can..." he answered after a moment and then winced. "Everything hurts..."
An aggressive grunt came from Paula. "I'm going to crush that bitch!"
Karen tried talking Paula out of the revenge match with Evie, who had knocked out two more male challenger in the time it took for Mark to heal. Paula didn't care.
Paula issued the challenge, making it clear she was getting even for what was done to her boyfriend. "That's so sweet! I accept," chirped Evie, happily. "Since you're fighting for true love, I'll knock you out early."
"This is really stupid, Paula, you're going to get fucking knocked out!"
"No! She's getting knocked out!" insisted Paula.
"Let's hope so..."
Emma the Ref waved in the two fighters amid the cheers and hoots of the twenty female spectators.
Evie let Paula come to her, moving backward, stopping only a few seconds to let Paula take a shot, that Evie ducked or blocked. All Paula could think of the was Mark's bruised body. She was dying to hurt the woman who put him in that condition.
Near the close of round three, Evie fixed Paula on the ropes and busted a right hook to her jaw. The brunette spun on the upper rope, halting a few feet away. Evie's upper cut was ready.
The ring was spiraling around Paula and then it drained into blackness.
Emma the Ref knew a stone cold knockout when it happened. Emma stalled a few moments, making sure Evie was back in her corner and understood she should remain there. Turning back to Paula, Emma began the count. When she reached "SIX!" the bell rang, saving Paula. Karen carried the unconscious boxer back to her corner.
When Paula emerged from the knockout, she looked around the ring in confusion, calling for Mark. Karen got her friend's attention.
"Mark?" Paula answered, looking up at Karen, who held an open tab of smelling salts.
"No, its me! Karen!"
"Is the fight over or something?"
"Not unless you want to stop...the bell saved you."
Paula stared across the ring at Evie, who responded with smirk that was more of a sneer.
"All right!" said Paula. "Let's go!!"
The crowd cheered at the bell. Both fighters danced out, Paula slightly after Evie. The pair immediately fired punches. Paula's determined assault eventually forcing Evie to the defensive. A phantom hit staggered Evie and the fighter's arms fell to her side.
"Never touch my man again!" growled Paula and pounded a left-right combination to Evie's flat stomach. All Evie ever saw was Paula's fist cock behind her hips.
A curtain of sleep, velvety black, crashed down on Evie and the pain was gone.
Evie eventually answered the voice that continually called her name. Emma was searching her eyes with the beam of pen flash light.
Two weeks later, Mark spent the night with Evie. He took the evil, satisfied smile Evie flashed him the next morning as a personal compliment.
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