Knocked Out by a Nerd Girl

 

I trusted a girl named Primrose. 

Turns out a lot of guys inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club made that mistake. Peering through black rimmed glasses at a world she seemed determined to fumble around in, Primrose appeared unsure of everything, especially men. In conversation, she laughed out loud at the slightest joke a guy told. A snorted chuckle from Primrose always ended with a "hhhmmph!" The only subject she was comfortable discussing was chemistry. 

But her body was stunning. 

Primrose came up just short of having an hourglass figure. Men at the Amazonia, when they spoke to her, stared at her 32 DD chest. In time we got over her atrocious social skills and each of us challenged Primrose to a fight. 

Primrose fidgeted in her corner,  talking to Emma the Ref. I had asked Emma to check if Primrose still wanted to fight. Still wearing her "nerd girl" glasses, Primrose nodded affirmatively. Desiree, her second, removed the glasses before the bell rang.

"She's not afraid of you," Emma informed me. I fired a glance across the ring. Startled by the aggression in my eyes, she smiled apprehensively. "Marty,  curtail your instinct to be a dick!"

"Sure!" I replied. "I'll put this one down for her nap quickly!"

Twenty seconds into round one, I walked into Primrose's right. I heard nothing- not the female spectators calling me an asshole or the bell clanging. I just saw Primrose's evil, alluring smile and blackness. 

Desiree told me days later that I was instantly out on my feet in a KO daze. My fists were still raised, but my eyes were half shut, revealing slits of white. 

"You looked so cute!" Desiree added.

I woke briefly as I was carried from the ring by Desiree and Emma, catching a glimpse of her fine ass before going back to sleep.

The next time I saw her, I admitted to Primrose, "You have a powerful right!"

"Yeah." She gave me a anxious sigh. "I've been doing that since I was thirteen. All the boys in my neighborhood thought they could pick fights with brainiacs like me."

Her high volume laugh detonated again. 

"I put everybody out cold! The one I sent to the hospital became my first real boyfriend."

They're all freaks, I decided, even the smart ones.

"You got a steady girl?" Primrose blurted suddenly. 

"Not right now, " I answered truthfully. 

"Great!" exclaimed Primrose and pulled me into a strong kiss.

Prim fed off orgasming, each powerful climax fueling the desire for the next. I was exhausted by sunrise, but Prim still straddled my hips, the sunlight that filled my bedroom illuminating her wild hair.

"I've got a surprise for you, Marty!" she sang to me, suggestively wiggling her tits.

"Please, Prim, enough!.....I can't take any more...!"

"Yes, more!"

Entraping my throat in her arms, Prim kissed me and buried my face in her bosom, sealing off my mouth and nose. 

Hearing Prim's giggles, I thought she was just getting me fired up for more fucking, but I realized I couldn't breathe. Yanking at her arms made Prim laugh louder. Darkness swarmed my vision.

Prim chirped, "This is my favorite part!" and I submerged into warm sleep. 

The next day Primrose texted me a video clip with the line "I 'knockered' you out!" attached. The clip showed me out cold on my bed, with Primrose leaned on my chest, smiling into the cell phone camera. 

"Look at you, Marty, sleeping like a baby!" She slapped her tits against my passive face, getting no reaction. "I guess I was too much woman for you!"

She climbed off me and vanished, returning minutes later fully dressed. "You were a great fuck, Marty, but I never have the same guy twice! Bye!

I had been cut off and I was pissed. Primrose gleefully accepted a second opportunity to punch me out. 

"Let's get going so I can KO you now! I have a date!" Primrose said, standing before me in one of the Club's private rings. 

"Hey, Prim take off your glasses!" I mentioned. 

"Oh, yeah, thanks!" Primrose set glasses down behind the turnbuckle. "Okay, let's...."

BAP!

It wasn't the hardest uppercut I ever landed, but it was the meanest. It was ecstasy to see Primrose's head jerk back, mouth gaping. Her body folded rapidly, slumping in the corner.

"Too much man for you?" I taunted the unconscious woman. I slipped her glasses back on her face, leaving a kiss on her cheek, before leaving the ring.

Knockout Girls

 

After he saw them together, Jim instinctively knew Pammy and Aiko were inseparable. But he ignored this gut feeling. 

Both women had sex with men and Pammy particularly with men in their forties, a category Jim fit perfectly. Neither woman was what's called traditionally beautiful,  but compensated by having "It", a sexuality their bodies radiated. 

Jim and Pammy's first match was proposed by Pammy, a short and skinny women, who possessed curvy hips and brown hair that went below her shoulders. All she wore to the private bout were short trunks and a tight, white sports bra.

"Now remember what you promised me, Jim."

"I knock you cold," replied Jim.

"And when I least expect! It has to be that way!"

At first, Jim was flummoxed by Pammy asking,  pleading to be punched out in the ring. This chick needs help, he decided. But when Pammy described in detail how horny she became by being sent to Dreamland by the "fists of an older man", Jim found agreement a lot easier. 

They moved around each other slowly, Pammy deliberately leaving her fists a little too low beneath her chin.

As the punching continued, neither fighter holding back, Pammy frantically asked herself  "When?! When?!" Jim noticed her punching got harder, probably out of intense anticipation and arousal. At the apex of that excitement, Jim swung hard.

BAP!!

Pammy went out instantly, but her body hung on, swaying in mid air, before impacting the canvas.  Jim silently removed his boxing gloves and detached the cam corder that recorded the entire match from its tripod, positioned just outside the ropes.

Tenderly,  he scanned every inch of the fallen woman's body. When Pammy's tranquil face appeared in the view finder, he addressed her directly. 

"I knocked you out cold. Pammy! You are so beautiful and vulnerable!"

Jim gathered the sleeping beauty in his arms and carried her to the recovery room. Pammy was three days recovering.  When couple saw each other again, Pammy spent an hour revealing how deeply satisfying their session was.

"When I saw blackness?.....it was like I was in a lover's arms!"

This one definitely needs help! Jim thought again, but that didn't restrain him from asking if Pammy wanted to go back to his place.

Pammy liked being on the bottom. She loved the half mad look in many men's eyes when they penetrated her and Pammy wanted men to penetrate her. 

When she mentioned Aiko, Jim was casual about involving another woman in the relationship,  but was secretly thrilled. 

"How bad would you hurt me, Jim?" Aiko asked. "As bad as you did to Pammy?"

At first Jim thought the pretty Asian girl was making a sexual innuendo and quickly realized the two lovers were wired the same way.

"I don't know if that's a good idea?" asserted Jim.

"Why not?! We do this with other men....a lot!"

"But you're actually in love with Pammy?"

A sting of fear went through Aiko.

"I like men, too!" Aiko blurted, violently and then collected herself. "Pammy and I need a man...a guy like you...to rough us up..."

Jim suddenly discovered how appealing Aiko really was. 

All three were in one of the Amazonia's private boxing rings.

"Who wants to be first?" Jim demanded in a voice cruel and seductive. 

Aiko and Pammy were in boxing gear, but their shorts and tops were designed to show a lot of skin. Their hearts were racing.

"Who!?" Jim barked louder, making both women jump where they stood. "Pammy! You can go to Dreamland first."

Jim crowded Pammy against the ropes. "After I've knocked both of you out cold?"

Aiko smiled sheepishly and nodded. 

"I am going to strip you two naked, except for the boxing gloves, and carry you two out of here, one over each shoulder, for everyone out there to see!"

Pammy saw herself and Aiko, nothing on but their gloves, draped over Jim's broad shoulders. He triumphantly carried  his limp challengers across the floor of the main gymnasium, where everyone stared in awe of the trophies he'd taken.

"Please!..." Pammy whispered to Jim.

"Please...I can't wai.."

WHAP!

The upper cut landed with harsh perfection on Pammy's chin, switching off the lights in her head. Pammy was suspended upright and neither Aiko or Jim knew if she was completely asleep. Then the brunette sighed like she achieved orgasm and slipped down. Jim considered letting the unconscious girl smack the canvas, but grabbed her quickly. Lovingly, he sat her down against the turnbuckle. 

"See her, Aiko? That's going to be you in a minute. Made limp and unconscious with one punch from a powerful male. That make you hot!?"

Aiko struggled to breathe as Jim gently caressed the girl's right eye brow. Aiko flinched. 

"I'm giving you a black eye when I knock you out. Ever get one of those?"

"No!"

"Want one?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. When you wake up, this whole area here..." Jim traced a semi-circle on Aiko's right eye "...will be purple and sore.  You'll always love me for it!"

The male fighter took Aiko in a long kiss that felt to her like falling in a warm swimming pool.

As they broke the embrace, Aiko was slammed by a wall of blackness. 

He took me! she thought as the lights faded.

He liked Aiko a little better than Pammy, even though he understood clearly they loved each other more than any man. Jim sat Aiko up against her girlfriend, resting her head on Pammy's shoulder. Traces of red were starting to collect above her eye.

Using the cell phone,  Jim took pictures of the knocked out women. As they slept, 

Aiko dreamed of Pammy and Pammy dreamed of Lucy Lawless. 

Vixen

A slender girl aged twenty five, Rachel had been nicknamed by the men at the Amazonia Boxing Club: Vixen.
It was very clear to Rachel how much men wanted her. Her silken, midnight black hair and pleasing,  tear-shaped breasts recieved a lot of attention, but her eyes, always morphing between brown and luminescent black, signalled she was continually thinking about sex.
Which was true. Rachel loved men and everything they could do for her, in the ring and in the bedroom.
"But they have to earn it," she informed Emma the Ref as a future lover was carried from the ring.
Flirting,  teasing  and leaving an opponent spark out cold were all stages of the "earning" process.
The theft of personal property was another of Rachel's habits.

The two months devoted to Len was weeks more than given to previous men. He tragically mistook that for love. When interest started to fade, Rachel began fucking Len more frequently while energetically searching the bedroom, as she did when Len was asleep or not at home, for the treasured posession. As soon as she found the portable shaving mirror which Len owned since the age of 13, she pounced.
The day after Rachel terminated their intimacy,  Len detected the theft. He knew instantly who the culprit was.

Len demanded the mirror back when he confronted Rachel at the Amazonia.
"What mirror?" she asked, reading from an internally prepared script.
"My portable shaving mirror! I've had since I was thirteen." Len continued,  "It was gone after our last night together!"
"Sorry, it's mine now."
Rachel's smirk was volpine
"So you admit you stole it!?"
A lengthened smile was Rachel's answer.
"Fine! I'll fight you for it."

Five days later, Len and Rachel faced off, a wary Emma the Ref presiding.
"You're fighting him to keep a stupid piece of glass?" Emma asked Rachel, lacing up the fighter's gloves.
Rachel was excited to get the match going and smiled to Len over Emma's shoulder.
"Sure! I fucked that boy until he couldn't stand up on his own, I'm entitled to compensation!"
"Have you considered what a man willing to fight over a stolen mirror could do to you in the ring!?"
Rachel fired a curt laugh and raised a glove at Len. "That pussy worshiper?! He couldn't hurt me if he wanted to! And he won't!"
Emma looked at the man Rachel was grinning at so seductively and noticed he wasn't responding in kind.
"Rach, have you ever been knocked out before?" asked Emma, checking the boxing gloves one last time. Another curt laugh was the answer.

At the bell, Rachel dainced out, fists raised. Len came on slowly, intently. Punches flew between them, the smile remaining on Rachel's cherry lips.
The girl fighter had no time to process the precise gut shots. Pain drilled into her belly and refused to dissipate. Len's right upper cut threw Rachel's head back and she wobbled a few seconds until the ropes stopped her.
She saw Len and Emma standing in the ring, but nothing registered. The image rapidly dissolved and Rachel had the satisfying feeling of slipping down a playground slide.
Sat against the ropes, her head tilted to the ceiling, Rachel smiled as Emma counted her out.

"Happy, Len?"
Len remained silent, his eyes devouring the unconscious woman.
"Happy Len!!?"
His head jerked to Emma.
"Oh yeah...sure am!"
"Out cold," Emma observed, pushing past the victorious male and checking Rachel's eyes. "Take off your gloves and help me with her."
Len started unlacing his gloves.
"You know Len, some women just don't want one man....some like multiple partners...you know, human biology..."
"I know biology pretty well, Emma," Len answered as they maneuvered the sleeping female through the ropes. "And some women need to know who is the boss!"
They entered the recovery room and gently placed Rachel on one of the hospital beds.
"You did that, for sure, Len!" Emma agreed. "But if you think Rachel is going to wake up in love with you, you're a bigger idiot than I gave you credit for. "
Rachel groaned, signaling a return to reality.
"You'll see," Len assured her.

A few weeks later, Cathy told Emma that Rachel and Ken were living together.
"When I saw them, Len had a big shiner on his left eye." Cathy added. "And someone told me he KOed her twice."

Boxing Mom

The daughter, Azumi, had a smile that wrinkled upward. A grin from Azumi made her face even more beautiful, along with her deep brown, glimmering eyes. Jeff wanted sex with her, but Azumi only appeared at the Amazonia Boxing Club with her mother, Leiko.
Leiko looked like she experienced more than her daughter, but that fact didn't put her off Jeff. He appeared respectful of both mother and daughter when they met at the Amazonia.
But a decade of mixed boxing had taught Leiko much and one major lesson was: You can tell more about a man fighting him than fucking him.
"So challenge Jeff to a match before you get serious," Leiko told her daughter.

Eager to sleep with Jeff, Azumi issued a challenge.
Azumi was fascinated by Jeff's agility on the canvas, clipping and clouting the new girl and slipping away.
Azumi wondered how his body would feel pressed in her arms. There was a quick flash of white light that consumed the entire ring, trailed far behind by what Azumi knew were stars.

Azumi went to the canvas already out cold. Jeff's left hook inflicted no pain. Azumi went peacefully to sleep.

"I knew you were going to put me out."
"Really?" whispered Jeff in Azumi's ear.
The pair lay face to face in Jeff's bed.
"I wanted you to."
"Why?"
Azumi searched for explanations.  "Jeff, you're built the way I like." Azumi explained. "The idea that you would defeat me...knock me out...was exciting."
Jeff slipped his arms around Azumi's bare back and held her affectionately.

Unnoticed in the back of the gym, Leiko watched the courtship between her daughter and Jeff. She was also impressed with how Jeff moved on the canvas and knew Azumi was going to get decked and did nothing to stop it from happening.
When the punch connected that put her child completely under, a spark of pleasure went off in the older women's soul. Leiko arranged for a bout with Jeff.

Jeff felt a strong arousal hitting and being hit by Leiko. It made him determined to knock her out, letting every spectator
see real skill at boxing.
The fight stopped abruptly for Leiko in round two. A phantom punch whacked
her jaw and Leiko saw Emma the Ref holding five fingers above her face.

Dragging herself up,  Leiko murmured "Bastard!" continually until she was face to face with Jeff at the count of "NINE!"
"That hurt, dikku!" snarled Leiko. "You're finished next round!"
Jeff was throughly beaten up in the following round. Leiko circled him closely, landing punches like a surgeon making incisions.
A merciless uppercut put Jeff out on his feet, followed by a right hook, landing Jeff supine at the winner's feet.

There was a rematch. Leiko didn't think Jeff was brave enough to try, but Azumi stated that he was determined to fight again. The young boxer knew this because she spent the last few nights with the recovering fighter.

Enraged by the accurate belief that the man she fought was fucking Azumi, Leiko was relentless. Her fists stalked Jeff everywhere he retreated. Leiko felt the prey was trapped and all she needed was to finish him when an explosion detonated on her jaw.
Random, perplexed thoughts echoed in Leiko's brain, before darkness drank her in.

Jeff  forgoed the ten count and admired Leiko's beauty for the first time.
It would have been nice to fuck the mother, too. Jeff thought as he checked Leiko and then gathered her in his arms.  Carefully,  he sat her in the folding chair in her corner.
Leiko jolted in place when Jeff waved smelling salts by her nose. Leiko blinked furiously, catching her breath.
"Wha...? What....?!"
"I knocked you out," Jeff informed her,  grinning.
"You? You...didn't....."
"I'm afraid I did,." insisted Jeff. "Right on your jaw and lights out."
Leiko grimaced at the man who subdued her. "I  nearly had you! It was a lucky punch!"
"Doubt it, Leiko."
"Luck!" she countered. "You could never do that again...."
WHACK!
Leiko let out a soft moan from Jeff's uppercut and settled back into Dreamland.

Doubles

Ethan nearly emptied the wall safe of valuables when a pair of delicate fingers tapped his shoulder.
"Hey, sexy!" a breezy,  feminine voice sang as he turned.
Before him stood a slender blonde, with pugnacious tits. Ethan guessed she was no more than twenty five.  This was Daphne, a newly accredited Justice Force member. She leveled a small cell phone in Ethan's face.
"Dream about me, Ethan!"
Her thumb pressed a green button and a stream of pink smoke enveloped the burglar's face.
A whiff of honey passed into his nostrils, making Ethan light headed. Even though the floor was definitely roiling, Ethan wanted badly to make love to Daphne, who, he finally realized,  had subdued him. He felt intense desire for her smooth breasts and crashed on the floor, fast asleep. Daphne rolled her victim over and was aroused by the dreamy smile on his lips.
"I know who you're dreaming about!" she teased as she kissed Ethan. "And dreams come true....sometimes!" She giggled as she stood up.

The hard edge of an extended hand slammed into her neck.
Daphne wanted desperately to face her attacker, but reality swam away. The newbie crimefighter surrendered with a sigh and landed in the arms of the older gentleman who clocked her.
"It's okay, Big Daddy Jake's got you," he said, laying Daphne beside Ethan. Quickly,  he bound her wrists and ankles.

A double neck chop hit Jake from behind.
"I might have known Jake from the Sisterhood of Evil was behind this!" said Lady Astra,  a Justice Force senior operative.
Jake went glassy eyed and Lady Astra nudged his chest,  sending him down.
Lady Astra cut the plastic ties that bound  Daphne and gently slapped the girl's face.
"Hey!? Where...happen....."
"The silver fox from Sisterhood of Evil got the drop on you," explained Lady Astra. "That must be his partner, Ethan, over there."
"You know them?"  Daphne looked over both fallen males at their feet. "They're cute!"
"Jake and Ethan work for the Sisterhood."
"Jake reminds me of my...."
"Shhhh!" Lady Astra stopped Daphne's observantion. "We're talking them back to my private residence ."
Daphne became excited.  "Not headquarters!?"
"No, not yet."

Lady Astra in a white silk negligee was the first thing Ethan saw when he came around. The KO gas was potent,  he'd been out for hours.
"Hello, Ethan,  you're Jake's partner. " she said. "On assignment from Sisterhood of Evil. "
Ethan could barely nod his head. Lady Astrisa walked toward him slowly. "Thank goodness we stopped you and Jake from stealing all that money and jewelry that belonged to those nice, rich people. "
"We?" Ethan asked, still sleepy.
"I am Lady Astra and my partner is Daphne."
Lady Astra leaned in and kissed Ethan.  A wave of lust washed over Ethan, who liked older women. Lady Astra let one skinny strap slip from her shoulder. Ethan helped with the other.
"Men at your age, Ethan,  are young, dumb and full of cum. Does that describe you?"
Fully awake,  Ethan cried, "Yes!"

In the time Lady Astra took to wrap Ethan around her finger, Daphne and Jake had had three orgasms. Daphne's body and blonde hair eliminated any need for foreplay.  Her gleaming blue eyes said "Fuck me now!" to any man she desired.
"Jake, you're like a big, strong teddy bear!" Daphne told her prisoner. "With a big dick."
"Thanks, sweetie, " Jake replied, kissing the girl whose head rested on his chest. "Sorry about knocking you out cold."
"Part of the job....but I'll be getting even."
Knowing one shot to the chin would send Daphne to Dreamland, Jake was intrigued.  "Oh, yeah?"
"Tomorrow morning you and I are going to have another round in the downstairs gym,
and Ethan battles Lady Astra."
"Sounds great!" Jake said.
"If we win, you two are going to jail," Daphne giggled at the thought of putting Jake in cuffs. "If you and Jake win, you both go free."
"Think I can't KO you?"
"No chance!" Daphne confirmed.

"This shouldn't be a problem for you, Jake, " enthused Ethan while he stood in his friend's corner. They were in the boxing ring of Lady Astra's personal gym.
"Daphne said she was looking forward to this," Jake replied, grinning at the blonde in the opposite corner.
At the bell, Daphne strode out ahead of the older man, who felt a vague reluctance to slug a twenty-five year old woman he'd just been sleeping with. Daphne pressed into Jake with her fists.  Most punches he deflected, but the ones that connected were painful.
For the two rounds that followed, Jake let himself be chased. He saw by the light in Daphne's eyes that each punch she landed was an orgasm for the good girl.
When Daphne failed to pull back a mistimed right, the older man tagged the blondie's chin precisely.
Daphne's vision spun in a circle, her limbs out of control. Jake slammed her midsection and detonated a follow through to her head. Daphne was never clear where the second punch landed. The ring was now perfectly still. Darkness drifted into her eyes.
Daphne slumped onto Jake's chest, utterly unconscious.
Carefully,  Jake eased his lover to the canvas. An enraged Lady Astra shoved Jake aside and began the ten count. Daphne slumbered peacefully as Ethan and Lady Astra carried her to a nearby bedroom. It took five minutes for Daphne to recover completely.

Lady Astra returned alone for the second match.
"Daphne is recovering," she told the two men. "It doesn't matter since I'm counting ten over you, Ethan!"
Ethan was apprehensive.
"Jake, she doesn't want to have sex with me anymore, does she?"
"Of course Astra wants you on your back."
"Yeah?"
"Sure...and out for the count!"
"Wait! What?"
The automatic bell rang and Jake shoved Ethan forward.
Lady Astra attacked immediately, slugging her lover with sharp,  brutal punches. Perplexed by the onslaught, Ethan retreated.
I had her shouting my name last night, he thought in a panic.  Now I'm about to be..
From the edge of his vision Ethan saw a red glove swing out at him.
BAP!
The short smack of leather on his head was all Ethan heard before he went to sleep.

During his ongoing tenure with Sisterhood of Evil, Ethan encountered many attractive women, a number of whom he slept with. One was his "most of the time" girlfriend Gwen, who appeared to him as he dreamed through the ten count.
"Hey Ethan, how you feeling?" Gwen asked. They embraced in a kiss. A bed materialized beside them.
"Better now that we're together!"
"Good. You got knocked out cold by that cougar. Do you want to finish the fight or stay here in Dreamland so we can fuck?"
Ethan pressed Gwen to the mattress.

"Ethan, can you hear me?"
He saw Jake standing over him. "You're not Gwen."
"No, really?" said Jake. "The bell saved you."
Ethan peered over his friend's shoulder to see Lady Astra, seductively banging her gloves together.
"Focus Ethan! Neither of us wants jail time!"
Jake hauled the fighter to his feet.
"Okay, hold still so I can finish this!" Lady Astra shouted and fists flew.
The male fighter delivered a combo to the superherione's belly.  Lady Astra groaned deeply, more from shock than pain. Ethan uppercuted her chin. The burst of stars was brief.
Lady Astra plunged into an ocean of blackness.
"You knocked her out!" Jake exclaimed. Ethan watched the gentle rise and fall of Lady Astra's breasts. "I'm sorry Astra!" he told the sleeping woman.
"Get your gloves off, Ethan!" Jake pressed two fingers to her throat. "Her pulse is good. She's going to wake in a minute or so.  Let's go!"
Ethan remained standing by Lady Astra for a few seconds and then bolted to catch up with Jake.

Good Girls Play Rough

The intial encounter with Atomic Girl was in the main ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club. To raise money for charity, any man could donate $300 to go one entire round with one of Justice Force's best known crimefighters.
 Only on cable TV had Roger witnessed Atomic Girl foiling the plans of supervillains and be interviewed about it on talk shows. Standing opposite her amid shouting female spectators, transfixed by the good girl's hourglass figure, silken black hair, and piercing amber eyes, Roger could only answer "Yeah...." to the stream of advice  his girlfriend Marcy supplied.
Emma the Ref waved the fighters in.
"Hey, Roger!" Atomic Girl gushed. "You look like you might last longer than those last few hammer dicks I just knocked out!"
"I can go a long time!"
Atomic Girl laughed at Roger's innuendo.
"Can't wait!" the superherione answered.

The cheers that echoed as the bell rang and Atomic Girl danced out, ready to fight, worried Roger. Six previous challengers had been carried to the recovery room well before the round ended. Roger wondered how long this match would last.
They both fought close. Atomic Girl was more impressed with Roger than the other men, but she knew lust was clouding his brain zame as the others and she waited.
"God damn, look at you Roger! Swinging a massive boner while fighting me! And your girl only a few feet away!" taunted the good girl. "I nut shot a guy just like you and he was out cold for ten minutes!"
Roger was angered and aroused by Atomic Girl.  A perverse desire to punch her massive breasts came over him. Roger knew that was cruel and was barely able to contain the urge.
Atomic Girl stepped in and put a hook on Roger's chin. Out on his feet, Roger fell back on the ropes, eyes glassy,  arms lifeless.

Fragmentary thoughts of Atomic Girl's thighs and the fact that he'd soon be sleeping bounced in his skull. Atomic Girl grabbed Roger by his right arm and gently guided him to the center of the ring. The crowd of female spectators went into ecstasy when she raised her right fist for all to see.
Atomic Girl delivered a devastating upper cut.
A black wall slammed into Roger and he was out. Emma the Ref counted him out as Marcy screamed for him to wake up.
Banging her gloves together loudly,  Atomic Girl strode casually to her corner where her second,  Laura, was waiting.
"You own him!" Laura exclaimed.
"I sure do!" Atomic Girl affirmed, leaning on the turnbuckle to watch Emma the Ref and Marcy remove Roger from the ring.
"Get his number, would you, Laura?"

Atomic Girl enjoyed men - fucking them,  punching them very hard, especially when capturing villains. Knocking out Roger was the biggest thrill of entire charity bout for Atomic Girl and she suspected he felt the same way.

They met behind Marcy's back a week later. After dinner, the couple went to Roger's place.
After the seventh, eye-rolling orgasm, Roger admitted that he had fantasized about sex with a superherione since he was a teenager.
"I get that a lot," said Atomic Girl and kissed her latest bed partner.  "Guys like you want to be beaten by Good Girls. Did you like our time together in the ring?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
Roger returned the kiss and nuzzled Atomic Girl's cantaloupe like breasts. She slipped under Roger and felt his love.

Sunrise found Atomic Girl the most sexually satisfied she'd been all year. Roger was one for the record books, she decided.
Roger was stupid in love.
"Marcy" was a five letter word he couldn't spell. He implored his new love to stay and, when Atomic Girl explained that she couldn't,  Roger wanted to make another date.
"Look, Roger sweetie, I know last night might have been the best sex of your life..."
"Yes! It was!"
"Roger, I'm not looking for a full time man in my life, just a lot of part timers!"
"But I love you!"
Atomic Girl resigned herself and gave Roger a forceful kiss. "I'm sorry."
WHAP!
The punch cracked on Roger's chin. His body went rigid. Atomic Girl waited a moment and pursed her lips. She blew gently on Roger, who just as gently landed on the bed.
Atomic Girl tenderly ran her fingers on Roger's face and pulled the covers over him. The force of the punch was measured exactly.  Atomic Girl would be long gone when Roger came to.
"Good girls play rough, " she told him.

    

The Love Knockout

The bedroom window was left open,  letting in the chilly early morning air. Kim and Victor snuggled under the covers, keeping each other pleasantly warm.
Kim slept in his arms,  giving Victor the chance to contemplate his new lover and their night together.
With nothing planned,  Kim accepted Victor's  invitation to dinner after they finished their workout at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
They clicked immediately.
Kim reminded Victor of the girls he fantasized about in high school: slender blondes, who still managed to have fleshy thighs and stand up tits. The nickname Kim earned at the Amazonia was "Snow Leopard" and Victor had watched her nurmerous times stalk opponents like her namesake until they were laid out.
But over dinner at Devon's, Kim was thoughtful and fun. It was clear that she didn't just like men physically.

"I think we ought to fight!" Kim whispered in his ear after she woke.
Victor shifted his body cautiously.  "Here? Now?"
"No! At the Amazonia! Next Friday!"
Victor looked into that open face, mussed blonde hair tumbled around it. "Was something wrong last night?"
"No! You were great,  everything was right!"
"Oh, great!" exclaimed Victor,  hoping the discussion was over.
"Are you afraid, Victor? Afraid I'll knock you out in front of your buddies?"
"I've seen you fight,  you're really gifted. But Kim, I....uh..."
"What?"
"I can knock you out."
Kim gently rubbed noses with Victor and kissed him.
"And you're worried about my reaction...that I'll cut you off?"
Before Victor could deny the obvious, Kim sprang from the bed and pulled on her clothes.
"It's a disappointment you don't have more faith in women."
Kim disappeared down the hall to the kitchen.
"Want some scrambled eggs?" she called out.

Going to fuck her tonight! Victor repeated to himself as the match started.
Female spectators cheered Kim entering the ring, clad in nuptial white trunks and gloves. "Ready for to get your ass kicked?" Kim purred as her eyes cut into Victor seductively.
"This might be a bad idea..." Victor began,  but Kim turned decisively on her heel and strode to her corner, giving Victor a good legs and ass show.
At the bell, Kim stalked out.
Victor fought back. Almost every punch connected on Kim, but she barely reacted. When he saw Kim cock back her right, Victor blasted her solar plexus twice.
Agony twisted the girl fighter.
"Uhhh....Victor....wh...y...!?"
Icy panic went through the male boxer. His right fist flew out of his control, colliding with the point of Kim's chin.
The blonde amazon staggered, aware only that the pain was washed from her body. Like a roller coaster on a steep plunge, Kim went to the canvas, landing in darkness.  Emma the Ref shoved Victor away and started the count.
Kim slumbered, red lips parted enough to reveal a small portion of a pink tongue.
"Seven!" Emma shouted.
The bell clanged mercifully and Kim's seconds dashed through the ropes and knelt beside the knocked out woman. They thumbed Kim's eyes.
"Congratulations Victor," Emma said. "You're the proud father of a complete knockout!"
Standing a few feet away, Victor could see the limp girl, nipples poking into her top, moved back to her corner.
Christ, thank you! he thought when Kim opened her eyes.

Minutes later Kim was standing on her own,  shaking the residue of Victor's KO punch from her brain.
"I don't know what came over me!" implored Victor.
"Shut up!" Kim spat back, staring at Victor like a lioness smelling blood.
The left-right combination to Victor 's head was the first volley in a barrage that landed from all directions.  Amid the flashes of white leather and glimpses of Kim's infernal eyes, the right punch connected. Sleep came down on Victor like a curtain and embraced him..

Coolness was Victor's first sensation when his eyes opened. Kim was holding an ice pack on the side of his face.
"Welcome back from Dreamland!"
Victor noticed a red bruise on her chin. He stared at it while they talked.
"How long was I out?"
"A few minutes or so...maybe more..."
Kim reached down the front of her lover's trunks and stroked his member.
"You owe me, boy!"
Victor could only grasp "Eye....eye...do...!"
"Yes, a dinner and a fuck and then more!"
Victor gasped a jumble of exclamations as Kim brought him to orgasm.
As Victor climaxed, Kim slugged him, putting out the lights.
"Sweet dreams, lover boy!" she whispered in his ear.

A Regular Schmoe

It took a while for Jeff to challenge Josei Bokusa to a match. When asked about it later,  Jeff confessed he thought she was too plain looking.
"Until I looked in her eyes when we first spoke at the Amazonia, I didn't see how strong she was."
Emma the Ref waved the fighters together to review the rules. It was routine for both boxers.  Jeff was a five year veteran  of the Amazonia Boxing Club and though she had only recently joined, Josei had fought mixed matches in Japan before joining "Team Good Girls " in The World Women's Wrestling League out of New York City.
Emma glanced at the muscular,  twenty-six year old Josei and nearly wished Jeff pleasant dreams. When the couple touched gloves and returned to their corners,  Emma decided guys like Jeff get what they deserve,  which wasn't always bad.

"You ready, Jeff?" asked Josei as they traded punches.  An excited thought skipped through Jeff's brain.
"Ready for what?"
"What do you think, horn dog!?"
WHAP!
Jeff was aware of the swift turn of Josei's body, placing force behind her right fist, then sharp pain in his face, followed by blanketing sleep.
A few voices trickled down to Jeff, Emma the Ref and Josei's, but they were just sounds.  Jeff didn't care.
The blackness evaporated and Jeff felt
horrible. Emma the Ref was in his face, calling his name.
"Emm..."
"Yeah, what is your name?" Emma asked.
"Em..mm..a..."
"No, what is your name?!"
"Jeff..what...?"
"You got KOed. Josei got you with one punch and you were gone."
"How long?" Jeff continued as his vision focused.
"Five minutes. "
"Where's..?"
"Gone." Emma stated.  "She watched you get counted out, called you a bunch of stuff in Japanese, and went to the showers. "
Jeff tried standing, but instantly gave up. Emma slipped a hand under each shoulder and, at the count of three, heaved him up.

Both fighters wanted another meeting. The reasons were obvious to Jeff - sexual desire and the will to get even.
Josei had a different story. She knew a rematch with Jeff would end with him slumbering at her feet,  where she believed Jeff belonged. But he also turned Josei on.
If Jeff would learn what Josei wanted, she might love him.
"I want to fight you again," Josei told Jeff.
"Why?" Jeff responded, pleased.
"You need a real woman in your life to straighten you out!"
"And you're the right one for me?"
"You'll learn. " stated Josei.
"I will. Saturday,  1 p.m. "

The smile Josei gave him from her corner made Jeff uneasy. The grin increased her "cuteness" and sexual attraction and a voice in Jeff told him not to hit that face.
"Ready to get straightened out, Jeff?" Josei prodded. "I hope so!"
"You don't mind getting knocked out?" responded Jeff.  "I don't want to bruise that pretty face!"
Josei gave him a short laugh.
"You do what you do and I'll do what I do."
In round three, Jeff caught a hard right on his jaw, that switched off his brain. When the lights came up again, Josei was straddling his legs, looking Jeff in the eyes. Casually,  she was batting her opponent's erection with her gloved fists.
"You got counted out again! And I think you were distracted," Josei whispered as she tilted Jeff's head up. "Have you got Yellow Fever? You couldn't stop looking at my almond eyes and black hair and missed the punch  coming."
Josei flexed her biceps before before Jeff's half focused vision.
"Or are you a regular Schmoe? Kiss them!"
Jeff felt the solidity of the muscles beneath Josei's smooth skin. "Maybe both? Maybe?"
Jeff moaned softly.
"Well, you can sleep on it!"
WHAP!
Sleep was a relief for Jeff.

Punching out Jeff's lights, twice, deeply satisfied Josei.  Clearly,  he had a sexual fetish for Asian women and female bodybuilders. Friends and family members had warned Josei about men like Jeff, all of whom believed Asian women were weak and timid.
Josei grinned at the certainty that Jeff understood she was neither weak nor timid. After encountering these men, Josei realized that those who warned her about "Yellow Fever"  victims had ignored the other half of that equation.

.
"You know I'm going to knock you out cold!" Josei threatened Jeff in the second round of their third bout.
"Yeah?" he replied, savoring the impact of his gloves everytime he connected.
"You might end up in the hospital!"
WHAP! BAP!
Amid the bells ringing in Jeff's skull, Jeff decided it was time to surrender. His right fist swung out,  smacking the side of Josei's face. The girl boxer staggered and glared at her male opponent in angry surprise, rubbing her jaw.
WHAP!
Jeff slumped onto the ropes, groggy and defenseless.
"You're going to get all of me you can handle!"
POW!
The next shot made Jeff feel the knock out get closer.
"You are my personal schmoe!" Josei shouted.
Light blazed in Jeff's closing eyes.
"Ready to go!!" Josei whispered to herself and put Jeff out for the night.

Ludmila Breaks a Sweat

Ludmila thought boxing was foreplay.  Every guy that took her on got carried or helped from the ring.  Tall, wiry men were her favorite quarry.

"They feel so solid when you hit them!" Ludmila enthused.

All this happened after Irene left me.  I went two rounds before I was finished off.  The first hammer punch, a right hook, rattled the inside of my skull.  The follow through upper cut unleashed a super nova. The stars fading drew me down into sleep.

I woke to my friend Desiree asking me to count the number of fingers she held in my face.  Behind Desiree a few paces stood Ludmila,  gloves perched on her hips, commentating loudly on the match.

"I didn't even break a sweat!" she mocked. "I like your kind the best!"

Ludmila made sure I could see her breasts.  "You got a full time girl, punching bag?"

"No." I managed to get out. 

"I didn't think so."

Desiree stared at me warily.  "Careful Doug, remember Carlos!"

When Ludmila clobbered Carlos last June, his girl, Rose, confronted Ludmila after the ten count. A minute later,  Rose was sprawled unconscious, next to her man. Carlos and Ludmila hooked up a few days later and Rose went after the amazon again. Rose was two days in the hospital. 

I wouldn't call our first date strange. "Unorthodox " is more accurate.

I was working the heavy bag at the Amazonia after work when I heard someone walk up behind me.

"You miss your sweet Ludmila?"  the honey covered voice asked me.

A hard fist slammed down on my head.  All the power went out of my body and I staggered. Then I blacked out. 

Much later I learned that I was carried over Ludmila's shoulder,  limbs dangling,  across the main gym floor. Every woman present cheered my new owner.

Fucking Ludmila after that was acknowledging her power over me, so I just enjoyed the orgasms. 

"You're sure you don't have a girl or a wife you forgot to mention?" Ludmila asked the next morning. 

"No, I haven't. " was my honest reply.  Ludmomila's grunt sounded disappointed.  "I didn't think trivialities like that worried you?"

"I like knocking out the girlfriends and wives when they're angry at me for fucking their men. Getting punched out makes them look stupid. "

"Well, I liked this other woman..."

"Who?" Ludmila demanded. 

"Irene. You know her? Skinny, with darkish hair.  Not a great fighter, but she tries."

"Did you just like sex with her?"

"I had real feelings for Irene."

A few days later,  I got to watch Ludmila and Irene fight it out. I did have genuine feelings for Irene and she loved me for awhile. 

Ludmila knocked Irene out in the fourth round and I confess I liked watching the little heartbreaker carried to the recovery room. Ludmila and I have been together for about a year. 

The Phantom Returns

                                      

 I never knew if I encountered her before at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she wore a black eye mask the entire time.
"I've knocked out a few guys recently, it was fun," she said to me. "I need a man sometimes, but mostly I beat up women."
We were in a private ring at the Amazonia, ready for our match. She told me to call her "Charis" when I asked her name. We touched gloves and circled each other. carefully.
"I've never seen you around the club," I said, throwing a few probing punches.
"I have a long term membership. In fact, I watched two of your fights before I decided to do this."
Charis began to counter everything I threw her way. "I decided 'There's a man who needs to be knocked out cold!' "
Charis was slender and moved aggressively in the ring. I was entranced by her midnight black hair and ample breasts, but wearing the eye mask made her mysterious and threatening. Who was she? I needed to fuck Charis!
Two blows exploded on my gut and crouched in pain and shock. Charis pounded an upper cut on my chin.
 "Asshole!" I heard as I went out.
My eyes closed and I was laying on my back. When they opened again, Charis had my trunks down at my ankles. Straddling my knees, she bated my full erection between her two black boxing gloves.
"Welcome back!" she shouted joyfully. "You were SO out!"
Gently, Charis moved her gloves up and down my member, starting off slowly, accerlerating deliberately.
"Honestly? I'm just getting into men! For the longest time it was women. But a few months ago, on impulse, I got in the ring with a guy named Sam...just him and I. I got lucky my first time out, Sam fought like a gentleman, never took advantage, so...I knocked him out...just like I did you!"
By now, I was pleading with Charis to bring me off. All I could do as I orgasmed was stare adoringly at the masked woman.
"Did you like that, asshole?!"
"Damn! Yes!"
Charis smiled like a woman being penetrated by a lover. "Ever hear about The Phantom, boy?" Her right fist went back. "I won't be here when you come to! Sweet dreams!"
She hammered my face and I slept again.

Semila had a small, compact body, toned attractively in the two years she'd been training at the Club. Rumors stated that The Phantom had kidnapped and kept her as a lover for three months.
"It's true," admitted Semila as we snuggled in her bed on a Saturday morning. It was nice having her body pressed against mine. "I was working out alone when she sapped me from behind. I woke up in the bedroom of her secret lair. The Phantom seduced me pretty quickly because I liked the way I was woman handled!"
"That whole time did she take off that mask?"
"Never." Semila slipped between me and the matress. "I didn't care. I enjoyed an unknown lover who roughed me up!"
"She knocked me out cold twice, in the same match."
Semila's laugh was like a song bird. "Charis likes men now?"
"And I'm the man who's going to conquer her."
"Oh yeah!?" We exchanged kisses. "You and ...uhhh...your big....ohhh..."

I posted my message to Charis on the online challenge board for everyone to see. The affirmative response came a day later, insisting on a private fight. Semila demanded that she be my second.
We'd been spending a lot of our free time together. I believe she wanted to see me deck the lover who deserted her.
The Phantom's eyes widened when she saw Semila standing in my corner.
"Well, you did some research!" she addressed me as she approached us. The Phantom took Semila in her arms.
"Wait, Charis, no...!" Semila retreated and then melted back into The Phantom's embrace when their lips touched. For an endless minute, the pair kissed until Charis released the younger woman, who was gasping for air. "And got a new playmate, too!"
"Charis, I..."
WHACK!
The phantom put a right hook on Semila's jaw. Semila listed on her feet, eyes glassy.
"I'm....fall...." she moaned at me dreamily. Before I could catch her, she was scooped up by The Phantom.
"I have you, sweetie pie, You're going to be okay!"
She settled Semila on the canvas, slumped on the ropes. "Now you go to sleep, pretty one!"
Obdiently, Semila's eyes closed and her head lolled onto her shoulder. She was out cold.
"What was that for!?" I demanded.
"Just some foreplay."
"Gona get her back?"
"While you sleeping, of course!"
Now I was pissed off. "Let's go!"
Our battle lasted two rounds, which Semila slumbered through. I swore The Phantom was not going to steal my girl from me! I fought like a demon. Charis inflicted a lot of pain counter attacking, putting me on the canvas twice.
Near the middle of round two, I wadded into The Phantom's mid section. reshaping her belly until she retreated, clasping the ropes with one glove to remain on her feet. Behind her mask, her eyes were crammed shut by the effort to swallow down the pain I caused.
I tagged her chin with a right upper cut. Eyes rolling up, The Phantom collapsed at my feet. I counted Charis out and removed her eye mask.
Though Charis was clearly out cold, her half-open eyes revealed two pools of glowing brown iris. The Phantom's lips made a relaxed smile. Tearing myself away from the unconscious woman, I ran to Semila. A minute passed before she was completely conscious.
"You clobbered her!!" Semila shouted, throwing her arms around my neck. "I love you!"