Carmella

                                   


As Robert lay on his stomach, affectionately caressing Carmella's breasts, his lover felt a compulsion to punch him out.
There was no rational motivation  for this impulse. Robert had been a fun date, who paid for dinner and gave her multiple orgasms. At that moment, he was telling Carmella how much he liked her and admired her as a fighter. Carmella felt giddy with happiness.
"Hey, Rob...?"
"Yeah? What's up, honey?"
BAP!
The painful impact of Carmella's bare fist put him out instantly.
Sprawled unconscious on the mattress, Robert looked so cute to Carmella. She was happy she had followed her instinct.
Carmella checked Robert's eyes, seeing only whites. Leaping from the bed, she looked adoringly at Robert as she got dressed. The exhilaration she felt leaving Robert's house stayed with Carmella all day. She knew she'd hear from him soon.


                                                            

Carmella had always been a skinny girl, but training at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Skin art of vibrant blues and reds covered her upper body, making her attractive to men and women.
She never boxed women.
Carmella left a lot of men asleep on the canvas. And if a felled opponent was only dazed or groggy, she was not shy about a follow up cheap shot to the prone fighter's chin. The women spectators at these matches always cheered her on.
Things went differently with Robert when he asked Carmella for a match. He was pummeled for three rounds. Carmella read the pleasure Robert got from her beating him and knocked him out cold as he approached climax.
After Emma the Ref counted Robert out and declared Carmella's victory, Carmella leaned into his face. The spectators went silent, anticipating the "WHACK!" of the final punch to Robert's chin.  Instead, Carmella kissed her victim. Shock spread among the women who gathered for the match, especially Sophia, Carmella's girlfriend.

"It was nothing," explained Carmella on the subway ride back to their apartment. "He just looked so cute."
Sophia glared back, disbelieving. Early in their romance, Carmella acknowledged that she had been with men. They were "spasms," desire that came and went and only meaningful as orgasms.
"Beating up some schmuck with a raging boner and then kissing him in front of everyone isn't 'nothing'!" Sophia shot back.
Neither of them talked for the rest of the night.

  
                                                                                                                

Thoughts of Robert wouldn't leave Carmella alone. A weird happiness seized her when she saw Robert at the Amazonia or any place else. It was his image that Carmella gratified herself to when Sophia wasn't around.
Carmella's "happiness" eventually became too much for her and she had Robert in bed again. She noticed that Robert adored her body art. Or better, adored the body covered in the tattoos of brilliant red and blue.
"I want to be in you," he told her once after they spent most of the afternoon making love.
"You just were!"
"No, I mean in 'you' ! In your skin!"
Robert pressed his lips on Carmella's multicolored shoulder. "In that skin!"
"Well, Rob, I encourage you to keep trying..."

Her first thought was that Carmella was unfaithful with another woman, maybe someone at the her job managing a bakery or maybe at the Amazonia. Carmella was more attentive to Sophia in the last few weeks, letting Sophia choose what they would have for diner. And Carmella made love with renewed energy.
By chance, Sophia heard two men at the Amazonia talking about how Robert was "plugging a dyke." Enraged, she wanted to strangle Carmella. She calmed down, however, when she realized she might lose her beloved in the process.
Instead, Sophia decided to deal with Robert directly.
"End it with Carm, now!"
Sophia was calm, but forceful in tone.
"End what?" Robert snapped back.
"Messing with Carmella! She's mine!"
Robert tried self-serving realism as an approach.
"Me and Carmella aren't in love, I'm not going to steal her from you or something like that!" Robert began. "Carmella's bi and we both know it."
Sophia waited.
"Did you ever consider that she likes men, maybe even needs them from time to time? It's not unknown. Carmella likes men, also, no big..."
THUD!
WHAP!
POW!
SOCK!
Rock hard fists collided with Robert four times. The final punch made him sleep.
"I'm the only man she loves! Sophia shouted in Robert's face.
                  

Three Stories From the Amazonia

                                                   Persistence

"You really want to fight me?" Rou  asked Joseph.
They stood alone in a private ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, on a Saturday afternoon.
"Yeah!" Joseph responded, confidently.
Rou was a body builder with a deceptively innocent looking face that distracted foes from the power coiled behind her boxing gloves. Since joining the Amazonia, Rou had left five women and five men on the canvas.
"Okay with me."
WHAP!
Joseph landed on his back, eyes shut, lower jaw hanging open comically.
Rou gave Joseph a courtesy ten count, but he was out cold.
"Dream about me, boy!" she said before leaving the ring.

Rou was not surprised to see Joseph again. His type, known as "pussy worshipers," were common at the Amazonia. Two of the men Rou defeated were in that category and turned out to be very satisfying lovers...after they got out of the hospital.
"Joe, do you want me to put you in an ICU?" asked Rou. She was close enough to her opponent to kiss him. "There's no shame in saying 'Yes' "
Joseph opened his mouth to answer when Rou embraced him. Her arms were warm and her kiss deeply sexual.
"Joe?"
"Yeah...?"
They devoured each other with their eyes.
"Good night, boy!"
POW!
Rou didn't bother with a ten count. Sprawled at her feet, Joseph was suddenly very handsome. She kissed him.

Three tries showed persistence. And horniness, Rou thought. I should give him one night for all that effort.
"Are you trying to get with me, Joseph?"
"You bet!"
Joseph sounded certain. "I like you a lot!"
"You're a nice guy, a real gentleman. But I don't feel it."
Joseph's right glove hammered Rou's belly, shocking the woman with the pain he inflicted. Joseph fled backward a few paces, terrified by what he had just done.
When Rou was able to stand and breath freely, she stalked Joseph, driving him into a turnbuckle.
"Wait, Rou, I'm sorry! I lost cont....!"
"Fucking asshole!"
The punch put Joseph in a five minute slumber.
Rou cursed him loudly for a few moments and then fell silent She stared at the inert body before her, a dreamy satisfaction radiating from Joseph's face.
"Fine! Fine!" she said between gasps of excitement. "you win!"
She kneeled beside Joseph, continuing to admit defeat.

                                                  



                               Jenni Fights Above Her Weight
   

 

Just because a guy was muscular didn't mean he was good for anything in the ring. Jenni believed that about Art, her who challenged her to a match.
Probably thinks I'm an easy victory, she thought. He'll see!
She also knew that a smaller, faster boxer can out fight a larger one, even a male. A month earlier, she had knocked Will spark out in the fourth round at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Sweet dreams!" she called out as Will was removed from the ring by his two girlfriends. The victory was doubly gratifying for Jenni because of well founded rumors that Will was a submissive, with an Asian girl fetish.
"He creamed himself when I put his lights out!" she told Kaylee, her second and new girlfriend, as they went to the dressing room. Both of them laughed like school girls.

Jenni did dance circles around Art in the ring. Striking with rapid and precise combinations, she then danced away, verbally taunting Art to keep up. As Jenni moved in a random half circle, Art unleashed his best weapon. The right materialized, slamming into Jenni's head. Then she lay on the canvas, control of her limbs ebbing away. She knew Art had put his entire body into that punch and that the fight was over.
All Jenni could do was look up through darkening vision at Emma the Ref calling out numbers. As her eyes closed, Jenni saw Art, tall and strong, standing a few feet away, pleased that her trip to Dreamland was underway.

 

                                                        Nina

    Nina's eyes half opened, revealing that she was still in the boxing ring. To her distress, so was Susanna, who was slowly prowling back and forth in front of her.
When Susanna started banging her boxing gloves together, Nina knew she was going to be knocked out again.
Nina and Susanna were both members of the Amazonia Boxing Club and sex partners of Kurt Sommers.. Susanna, a big-chested, long legged blond, had been with Kurt a year before he started sleeping with Nina. When Susanna heard talk in the women's locker room that Nina was bragging about "rocking Kurt's world!", she confronted her boyfriend.
"I still love you! Nina is nothing," Kurt explained, glibly. "I mean 'was nothing'!"
Susanna's nut shot ended their relationship.

"I can't believe a light weight bitch like you imagined you could win."
Nina's hearing came back mid way through Susanna's string of insults. When Nina tried to move her arms, she discovered that her rival had draped her over the top rope while Nina was out cold.
Nina didn't remember going out in round three, just a fearsome determination in Susanna's eyes, the painful impact of leather on her face, and blackness. Her opponent was right, Nina had no business being in the ring with the angry blond. Nina's entire body ached. Had Kurt's cock been worth all this? Nina smiled faintly.
"Time to wrap this up, little tramp!" Susanna announced, delivering an upper cut to Nina's chin. Nina sagged into a KO daze.
Susanna unhooked the semi conscious girl's arms, catching Nina as she sank heavily to the canvas. Susanna stood Nina up, but the battered girl wobbled dramatically.
"Nina? Anything to say before I send you back to Slumberland?"
The groggy fighter struggled to collected her thoughts and murmured, "Please...please...just knock me...out...?"
"Sure!"
Susanna tilted Nina's chin into the correct position and threw a mean-spirited right hook.
WHACK!
Nina went out on her feet. Only her lips moved, whispering "Ga nigh...daddie..."
With a laugh, Susanna nudged the girl's head with her glove.
Using the lipstick from her gym bag, Susanna wrote "SLUT!" on Nina's forehead and made an extensive digital record of her rival's humiliation.