Desiree Knocked Out

Desiree stared at the bright lights as best she could, but her vision was murky and soft. The punch that put her on the canvas and into a KO daze was a piston-like upper cut from Jasmine. The force of the blow lifted Desiree from her feet, stretching out straight her small, strong body in mid-air. Desiree saw blackness during flight and then the ceiling of the Amazonia Boxing Club’s main gym.

Her limbs were relaxed and unresponsive. “FOUR!” sounded in her ears and Desiree made an attempt to sit up. Smiling at Emma the Ref, Desiree knew Jasmine was waiting impatiently for validation of what she told Desiree a few days before in the women’s locker room.
“You’re my punching bag! You’re gonna sleep like a baby!”
Peter, Desiree’s boyfriend, was yelling to her, but Desiree didn’t understand. Where’s Kaylee? She asked herself. With Peter? Get up!
But Desiree’s body said “No.” and she floated in blackness.

“Ten! You’re out!” Emma yelled, pulling Jasmine to the middle of the ring, raising her right fist in the air...the first that had delivered the KO.
 “Your winner, Jasmine, by a complete knockout!!”
As the crowd around the ring cheered her victory, Jasmine looked down at her unconscious challenger and sneered,” Sleep tight, pera!”
Kaylee, a sweet natured blond, was Desiree’s female lover. She and Peter checked Desiree’s vitals and helped lift her lover onto a gurney. Jasmine watched, with great pleasure, from her corner, as Desiree was rolled from the ring. Jasmine kissed her boyfriend with anticipation.

Desiree wandered back to consciousness. A sleepy blur above her focused into Peter and Kaylee.
“Peter…Kay…?” she groaned. “Did Jasmine…?”
“Dez, you slept for five minutes,” Peter explained, kissing her lips gently. “She sank you in the seventh.”
“Sank me?”
“You’ll be okay!” Kaylee assured her, leaving a kiss as Peter had.
“I hear music…” Desiree murmured, reordering the memories of the fight now flooding her brain.

 

Desiree's Rematch

Desiree let herself drop to the upper rope and struggled to pull up her hands to defend her face, which Jasmine was punishing. Through the narrow space between her gloves, she saw Jasmine moving in.
The taller girl threw her fists at Desiree's body, which jerked into a crouch. Jasmine brushed away the boxing gloves that Desiree used as a feeble defense and hammered at the girl's jaw line.

 

The rematch was in its fifth round. Weeks earlier, Jasmine had KOed Desiree after the shorter girl challenged Jasmine to a fight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. A lot of times Desiree let her hormones get ahead of her, as her boyfriend Peter knew well.
He shared Desiree's affection with a string of female lovers and she had a propensity for partners taller than her. Unfortunately, Desiree's idea of foreplay was fighting. Sometimes that approached worked and a lot of times it didn't - like now.


Desiree staggered a few paces, but Jasmine shifted in the same direction, continuing the assault. The smaller woman barely understood that she was in pain. Numbness crept through her body and everything was slipping into darkness. Each punch chipped away at consciousness, leaving Desiree exhausted and groggy.

"You hear me in there?!" Jasmine shouted in her prey's expressionless face. Desiree gave a pitiful nod. "I'm promising you two things before I knock you out!"
Jasmine continued delivering body shots, driving the wind from Desiree in soft, pained "Ohs!"
"You are gonna wake up in a hospital bed! I guarantee that!"

There was only another groan in reaction to Jasmine's left hook. The blow put Desiree out on her feet.
"And while you're hospitalized, all bruised and battered, I'm going to fuck your boyfriend!"
The "BAP!" of leather impacting Desiree's chin thrilled Jasmine and the spectators.

Arms hanging like lead weights, Desiree felt the remains of consciousness vanish. Her mouth hung open. Jasmine barely had a chance to step out of the way when Desiree landed at her feet.
Emma the Ref's count was swift. Looking at her friend sprawled on her back, Emma knew full well she would be down for awhile.
In her brain, Desiree wanted Kaylee and Peter and felt their hands lift her. Then Desiree was completely out.

Desiree was a week in the hospital as Jasmine pledged. When Jasmine called, pretending concern about Desiree's condition, she asked Peter if he wanted someone to talk to. Peter said "No!" and hung up.

Charity KO

It was December first, the beginning of Charity Match Week at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The undefeated female fighters would take on all challengers for a $500 donation to a local charity of their choice. One woman fought per night. Amy was scheduled for Friday.
"The rules are simple, gentlemen!" Amy informed the crowd encircling the Amazonia's main boxing ring. The spectators divided into two groups. The largest were the women who had come out to see if Amy could maintain her wining streak. The second was a gathering of ten men, who had, together, donated $10,000 to the local children's hospital expansion fund, to swap leather with Amy.
"All fights with me are to a knock out! No exceptions!"
Loud cheers greeted the statement. "And my record speaks for itself!"
Amy was statuesque, with shiny, raven-black hair that went down to her waist in a long pony tail. The youngest daughter of Chinese immigrants who ran a chain successful restaurants, Amy was biologist in the food preparation industry. But he real passion was boxing, taught to her when she was 12 by her father. Her favorite opponents were men, who she took a soul thrilling pleasure in beating up. The Amazonia was the perfect club for her.
"The man who, somehow, knocks me out tonight will win a date with me next week!"
"YES!" all ten men shouted in almost complete unison.
"And to the guys that I put to sleep...which will be all of you...all I can say is: 'Sweet dreams!'  Now which one of you horn dogs is first!?"
As the initial contender stepped through the ropes, Amy returned to her corner, where her seconds, Cathy and Jasmine, quickly tied on her boxing gloves.

 

From a folding chair just outside the ring, Mark waited his turn. He watched Amy take apart the three guys who went before him. Before any punches were thrown, Amy sized up her victim, smiled, and went to work. One man was face down within a minute of the bell. The other two had their knock outs postponed, while Amy punished them, even rubbing up against one attractive prospect while they were in a clinch.
"Those last three are sleeping like babies, lover boy," Amy taunted when she and Mark were close to touch gloves. "What have you got for me?"
"A lot!" answered Mark as the punches flew.

As they boxed, Mark realized Amy was wearing a yellow bikini, cut to display her thighs and flat stomach. But what really entranced him was her face. It was oval-like and illuminated by the frequent smiles on Amy's crimson lips. Mark would stare into her brown eyes, trying to decipher if she was aroused. Sometimes he could see that light in a woman's eyes...
WHAP!
POW!
WHACK!
Two electric jolts ripped through Mark's torso where Amy's fists landed. The right upper cut she uncorked put Mark on his back. Through a milky haze, he saw Amy standing over him, majestic and sexual. She was shouting at him with a mocking smile, but Mark didn't hear anything because he was asleep.
Four for four! exclaimed Amy to herself, watching Cathy and Emma the Ref carry Mark from the ring, after the ten count.

"You were looking at my tits the whole time!"
Amy and Mark lay in bed on a Saturday morning, the week after the charity match. Her head rested on Mark's chest as he tenderly stroked her hair.
"Among other things!" replied Mark.
"But mostly my chest."
Mark nodded in agreement.
The six men who followed Mark into the ring were also rendered unconscious, but Amy only remembered Mark the next day. Amy called him a few days after the match, apologizing for the trouncing she put him through. "I'm sorry, I just have to beat up men!" Mark's ribs ached for a few days after the bout, but he didn't mention that.
The couple went to a burger place downtown and then to a midnight showing of Girlfight. Amy gave Mark a hand job during the final fight sequence, whispering "That's us! That's you!" in his ear as Michelle Rodriguez clobbered her on screen boy friend.

 



"Want to do something this week?" Mark asked, casually concealing his tentativeness. Amy had just finished dressing.
"Yeah, I'd like that a lot!"
Amy leaned in and gave Mark a long kiss. "Just one thing."
"What?" Marked was apprehensive again.
"If you get in the ring with me again, I'll lay you out!"
"But...we're...?"
"I mean out cold! Like last time!"
A tone of encouragement echoed in Amy's voice.
"But we're still going together?"
"Of course, Mark. Dinner at my place tomorrow."


The better he knew Amy, the greater the need Mark felt for a rematch. He learned that Amy had excelled on the woman's boxing team of Blake Mitchell University, where she earned a biology degree.
"I've had men in my life," Amy explained one day. "Some of them I knocked out and a few did the same to me...but the guys laying at my feet..I really fell in love with them!"
At their four month anniversary, Mark gave in. Amy wasn't upset or surprised. She reserved a private ring at the Amazonia for the upcoming Friday night.

Amy wanted to know what Mark was waiting for. "I'm ready to kick your ass!"
Mark didn't know if he should be reassured or worried by the grin from the beautiful woman who threw rapid punches in the air a few inches from his face. He looked around to make sure they were completely alone. The two fighters touched gloves.

This was different for Mark. He was reluctant to strike Amy now that they were intimate.
"You afraid to punch the woman who's fucking you?" Amy demanded, reading her lover's thoughts. "Is that it?"
Yes! Mark thought and jumped in, launching body shots at Amy, who became more energetic and flirty now that Mark was engaged.
She kept after him as the bout continued, forcing Mark to the defensive. As he took more punches than he gave, Mark saw that Amy was the better fighter and that his knockout was inescapable.
Amy fixed him in a neutral corner and worked Mark over methodically. Her work was swift and abrupt, leaving Mark unsteady on his feet. One hard punch set Mark back. He knew the fight was about to be over.
"All right, Amy! Enough!" Mark raised his fists to block his attacker. "I give up! You are the queen! You are my Reina!"
The words touched Amy and she was flooded with tenderness for Mark's suffering. The right upper cut jerked his head sideways. Amy stepped away and watched him collapse to the canvas.
"Get up! Mark, get up!"
She repeated the order again and again as she caught her breath. Kneeling, she kissed Mark and carried him from the ring.