Maria

Right here I admit it: I love muscle girls. That's why I was on line to fight Maria "The Bruiser" Rivera at my gym in an all comers match. The bouts were promotional, part of the build up to Rivera's bid for the Worldwide Inter Gender Boxing Championship Title. But the matches were real, demonstrated clearly to me as I watched the six guys ahead of me get carried out, totally unconscious.
I only boxed women and two of the muscle chicks I decked in the ring became my long term girlfriends. So I figured I had a chance, a slim chance, of getting somewhere with Maria Rivera.
The piercing screech of the buzzer called me into the ring as two hot Asian women in bikinis carried my slumbering predecessor out between the ropes. I watched Maria dance in her corner, mobile but determined, throwing fast punches in the air.
"What's your name?" Maria asked when the ref brought us together. There was a delighted anticipation in her voice.
"Gus."
"Every Gus I ever met was an idiot!"
"Every Maria I ever met, I knocked out!"
That remark raised a smile from Rivera. "What have you got for me, hammer dick?"
Maria's answer got a smile from me. " A left that's going turn out your lights!"
Maria nodded happily and we touched gloves. "All right, let's get to it, big man!"
She came at me pretty fast, so I danced sideways. Fists up, Maria pursued me, her liquid brown eyes fixed on me. Some muscle girls aren't fast on their feet, more strength than coordination. Maria was pretty quick. I tagged her a few times, shots to the head and torso. Maria fired a straight left at me, which I ducked and quickly pounded a looping right to her lower jaw.
The force put Maria into the ropes, her face a welter of pained and confused reactions. Her legs seemed to pop outward and, ass first, Maria slumped downward off of each rope. eyes closed, lips slack, Maria hit the canvas, arms flying, fists bouncing off her bare thighs.
"ONE!! TWO!!" the cute blonde ref began the count. The spectators fell silent.
"THREE!!" Maria's head began to loll and jerk sideways. A long moan seeped from her mouth and Maria's eyes blinked open.
"FOUR!!!"
Maria scanned the ring, like she was looking casually for a misplaced item.
"FIVE!"
I could see Maria instantly focus and latch her gloves clumsily to the ropes, hoisting herself up.
At "EIGHT!" the ref checked to erect and very angry Maria Rivera. The boxedora shook her head quickly at his questions. I felt excited to restart the fight when I saw the rage in Maria's eyes.
"Took a little nap?" I asked when we resumed.
"Not like the one you're going to take!" growled Maria.
Punches fell all over me and I retreated. Maria closed in. "Bastard!" she gasped with pleasure.
BAM!!
The right hammered my chin perfectly. I saw Maria's sneering lips, the ceiling and then I was slumped against the ropes. Blackness swallowed me and spat me out continually. I watched Maria's powerful thighs as the ref leaned toward my ear. "Sweet dreams fat dick! Maria's pissed!" she said breathily, the last voice I heard for a long while. The ref's tits looked familiar, I thought, did I nail her awhile ago?
In one motion, Maria pushed the ref away and brought her right around.
WHAM!!
I was instantly gone.
The digital footage of the knockout I saw later showed me fall over from Maria's finisher and roll over on my back. I was prone, like a rag doll, an enormous bulge in the front of my shorts. I had an idiotic smile on my face. I recall dreaming of a three-way with me, Maria and Halle Berry.
The bikini clad Asian girl lifted me off the canvass the ref raised Maria's fist in the air. I wobbled a few paces and slipped down. Giggling, the black haired beauties straightened me up, slipping my arms over their shoulders.
The women in the audience were screaming "KNOCKED OUT!" triumphantly.

I woke on a bed in one of the dressing rooms. Maria was standing over me, smiling. "There you go!" she whispered. "Told you you'd take a nap."
My entire body, especially my face, ached. "How long was I out?"
"Awhile," Maria chirped, sitting on the bed next to me. "I love guys I knock out!"
Maria slipped her hand under the waist band of my shorts and tenderly fingered my penis. We kissed. I realized we were alone in the room and Maria was taking down my shorts.

Miki The Climax

Miki's body was soaked with pleasure. She danced from Ron's bed to Crane's and back again, often in one day. School work went undone and her performance in the ring declined drastically. A match between Miki and a new comer to the team, Akiesha, ended early after a phantom left-right combination collided with Miki's pert chin. Lighting flashed and Miki was face down on the canvas, out cold, a dreamy smile on her lips.
"Miki, what is Ron doing to you?" Abby asked Miki when she recovered from the knock out in one of the dressing rooms. Mildly light headed, Miki sat up on a small bed.
"What a boy usually does to a girl! A lot!" Miki answered. " And...well...I'm seeing another guy...also..."
"Who?" Abby suddenly raised her voice.
"Mike Crane..."
"Mike Crane, the millionaire? Who decked me in the ring?!"
"Yes, he's so handsome and a great fuck!"
"Does Ron know?"
"No.."
Abby fell silent, her brow rippled in thought. "Keep fucking him."
"Who?" Miki asked.
"Both if you want, but definitely Crane! The University is cutting the sports budget and the boxing program is slated for the chopping block."
"And Crane will endow our team?"
"If you keep him happy," Abby said. "If not, he might give the grant to the men's team and we're done."

Miki met Crane at her apartment that afternoon. They fucked for two hours and then uncorked the red wine Crane had brought with him.
"I have to tell you something, Miki, and its not good," Crane stated. Miki sipped her wine cautiously and looked at Crane.
"I'm afraid our time together is over."
Mike felt a shock ripple through her. "Why? What's wrong?"
"My wife."
"You have a wife?!" Miki blurted.
"My second, in fact," Crane answered. "She's been in Europe for the last four months and now she's coming home."
Miki bolted to her feet, anger fueling her motion. "So a man like you suddenly cares about cheating on his wife now that she's in the vicinity.
Crane smiled and poured Miki more wine. Impulsively, Miki took two swallows.
"I don't care about keeping a mistress, but my wife and her family lawyers do. So in the interest of my considerable fortune, our affair is over."
Miki swayed, the flooring slipping from under her without warning.
"But I ...thought.. we were..halfing...fun..."
Crane gently slipped the empty wine glass from Miki's motionless hand. He looked into her glassy eyes as they rapidly went in and out of focus. Crane felt a rush of pleasure.
"We were," Crane admitted, taking the girl in his strong arms. Miki looked at him happily, a drunken pleasure spreading inside her. "If I could, I'd continue, but I can't, sweetie."
Crane and Miki kissed and then she was very heavy. Miki fell against Crane's broad chest and giggled.
"What's..in..in my drink...?"
"A sedative, a little ko juice," explained Crane, standing his former mistress upright.
"Why?" Miki laugh was foggy.
"It's a parting gift," Crane said, his voice sounding like he was a billion fathoms beneath the sea. "You enjoy being over powered by a man, don't deny it."
Miki's eyes were slits, but the Crane she saw was so strong, even through the white blur crowding around him. Miki stumbled forward, grasping hold of Crane. Her grasp slipped and she dropped into contented sleep.
Crane carried the unconscious girl into her bedroom and placed her on the futon. Miki stirred momentarily. Crane kissed her. He regretted losing such a horny mistress.

Ron sat across the boxing ring from Miki. Ignoring the chattered advice from the men's team coach, he looked at Miki who stared back at him.
Two weeks previous, Ron had received a hand written note from Mike Crane, briefly relating the details of Crane's now terminated sexual relationship with Miki. Ron pitched the half shredded letter in Miki's face and asked her for an explanation.
"I didn't love him Ron...I just loved..."
"The way he fucked?"
Miki stammered and told Ron he was right. "You're my only love, Ron...But I..need other men..."
While Miki appeared confused about her emotions, Ron was completely clear about his own. Miki saw Ron's clinched fist go back, his full weight coiled behind his closed hand. Miki closed her eyes patiently.
I mid thrust, Ron froze and dropped his arm. "I won't give you the pleasure," Ron grunted and walked out.
Ron thought fondly of Miki's small, firm body in his hands and wondered it could have betrayed him.
A week ago Crane announced he could not decide whether to endow the women's or men's boxing teams, so the two groups could fight it out to see who gets teh endowment. Miki and Ron would represent their teams in the bout, no one else, Crane stipulated.
"You're going to knock Miki out cold," said a new, cold voice that pushed the others and aggravated Ron exactly when he didn't need it.
"Mr. Crane, fuck off!"
Crane laughed in mild shock at Ron's request.
"Yes, you are angry, so I'll be direct, Ron. Miki takes a nap on that canvas or the men's team does not see a dime!"
"Go to hell."
"I mean unconscious, not just knocked down for ten," Crane went on. "We both know Miki likes being beaten senseless."
Ron shifted away from Crane.
"No one likes poacher, I have to live with that every day of my life. Take mercy on me, Ron?" Crane slapped Ron on the back encouragingly. "My accounting firm is on speed dial."
Ron grunted harshly as Crane walked away.

At the buzzer for round one, Miki surged from the corner, eyes fixed on Ron over defensively raised blue gloves. Her opponent strode out, arms at his side. Ron was pushing Crane's words out of his mind, looking Miki over for signals of fear. The faintest sign and he would have walked away from the fight, uninterested in the fallout. But the force of Miki's first connected punch to his chest and the set of her blood red lips told Ron she had no concerns.
"You're wearing your hair just the way I love it!" Ron told Miki when they were close and trading blows.
"I hoped it would distract you," Miki said over the cheers from the audience, demanding a knockout. "Make you horny!"
And it did. As Ron slugged Miki twice with a gut shot combination, he remembered kissing Miki's bare belly after love making in his bed.
Miki popped Ron hard on the point of his chin. He returned a second left-right, which Miki smiled at even as she flinched. A right hammered Ron near the kidneys, followed by a left hook that put him on the canvas.
Conscious, but in agony, Ron fumbled his first two attempts at standing and then was upright at the third. The fading ache in his side drove Ron at Miki, slugging her twice in the face. The girl boxer blocked the next punch and called Ron a name in Mandarin. Knowing he'd been insulted, Ron fired a shot at Miki's midsection, landing hard on her belly. Miki twisted sideways and Miki threw a right at her jaw. The punch twisted Miki in the opposite direction and Ron slugged her in the midsection with both fists.
Miki arched forward, her mouth expelling an agonized moan. Ron's upper cut plowed Miki's chin, flipping her backwards and shutting off the lights in her skull.
For a minute, Miki lay motionless against the lower ropes of the ring. A limp arm draped across her lap. Faint cheering filled her ears. Miki's eyes opened slowly to a purple blur, that cleared slightly revealing Ron pacing nearby and the ref counting aloud.
"FIVE!"
Miki felt relaxed and serene, ready sink back to sleep. When Miki moved her legs to sit up, she felt a cool, dampness in the front of her panties. She laughed at the source of her pleasure and rolled over, landing on her knees.
"SIX"
Hand over hand, Miki clasped the ropes like a ladder and pulled herself up. Turning she slowly faced Ron and the ref who called out "SEVEN!"
The ref checked her over and asked if Miki if she wanted to go on. Miki nodded.
"When I knock you down, stay down! Miki, stay on your ass!" Ron shouted as they restarted the match.
"Fuck you, Ron!" Miki was still blinking her vision clear.
Ron was still until Miki raised her gloves. When she moved, Ron followed her, anger filling his being: anger at Crane for fucking his girl and then manipulating the fight, anger at Miki for not staying down when he put her there and anger at himself for still wanting Miki.
Ron shoved away Miki's arms and socked her hard in the face. Reality went sideways for the girl and when it stopped, Miki spotted Ron's follow up punch.
Silence.
The ring jerked for Miki again and she felt a limpness move through her. Her vision was clear enough to see Ron's next punches impact her stomach. Miki gaged in agony, air whooshing from her body. The ring became dark.
Ron's right tagged Miki low on the jaw. Fireworks detonated in her head, with colorful pinwheels right behind. There was no pain from the next blows, just a humming vibration all over her body. Miki tried to find their source, but the vibrations were slipping away from her.
Miki was nearly off her feet, eyes opening and closing. She wanted Ron and wanted him more with each punch.
"I love you, Miki, I really do!" He briefly kissed her.
WAP!
Leather smacking Miki's head resounded through the gym.
Miki felt for the canvas with her feet. The lovely stars she saw smeared into a solid white wall and Miki's body folded like a lifeless rag doll. On her back, Miki smiled and went to sleep. Stars still glimmered in her head and she dreamt of Ron, pleasure pulsing through her being.
Waiting for the count to finish, Ron rested on the ropes and looked at Miki unconscious on the canvas. Miki was eased on to a gurney as the ref raised Ron's arm in victory. Looking across the bleachers of screaming students, he saw Crane speaking into his cell phone. At least the creep kept his word, Ron thought.
Ron pulled off his boxing gloves and trailed behind the gurney carrying the knocked out Miki.
The gym doctor took five minutes to revive Miki. When she saw Ron standing over her, looking relieved, she called him "lover."

Katsumi

Katsumi knocked men out. Putting males in a sleeper hold after sex came naturally to the young lady. Experience told her which sex partner wanted to be rendered unconscious. Katsumi could read in their eyes and by the way they looked at her breasts the desire to succumb to female power. The feel of a male sagging against her chest as he eased into sleep gave Katsumi a powerful orgasm. When her victims awoke from a blissful nap, they were sapped with dizzy pleasure and often needed help dressing. A few men wanted more sex and Katsumi would spend the morning with them. She would take these men as full time lovers, especially if they made her laugh.
Katsumi appreciated these bed partners, who were always affectionate and horny, but she never fell for them. In 25 years, Katsumi never tasted true love.

Katsumi's cousin, Tammy Hu, was a professional crime fighter known publicly as Jade Dragon. Tammy was one third of The Avenging Trio. Occasionally, Katsumi helped her cousin apprehend criminals. Super villains who were otherwise ruthless and cruel had a weakness for Katsumi, with her silky black hair, long smooth legs and lovely chest. Katsumi easily lured bad guys into intimate vulnerability and then knocked them out.

Tammy asked her cousin to capture Roger Crichton. She knew Katsumi was perfect for the job. Crichton, an arms and technology supplier to many criminal organizations, was a womanizer, with an inclination to Asian females. The information a captured Crichton could provide would bring down many of the bad guys The Avenging Trio sought to defeat.
Tammy arranged for Katsumi to attend the same fund raiser ball as Crichton would. In his presence, Katsumi's head spun. Crichton's personality consumed everyone around him and Katsumi plunged into love at first sight.
Crichton took an immediate interest in Katsumi and sat next to her at dinner. An hour later, they were in Crichton's penthouse apartment fucking passionately. For the first time, a man had conquered Katsumi. Exhausted, Katsumi was barely able to put her new lover out with a sleeper. When The Avenging Trio arrived to arrest Crichton, Katsumi was dreamily caressing his face and fondling his penis.

Katsumi spent the next day, as Crichton's interrogation began, in a fevered daze. The sensations of longing and fear had never afflicted the girl, so she controlled them poorly. After the third call to find out how Crichton was, Tammy told her cousin to stop phoning. Katsumi had always been an intense child, Tammy recalled. When this case is over, she vowed, I'm finding Katsumi a husband.
By the fourth day, Crichton's interrogation yielded enough information to begin arrests. For safe keeping, Crichton was moved to Katsumi's apartment. In a few days, he would be moved to protective custody in an unnamed location. Katsumi could not lose her love now.
After another night together, Crichton admitted he was attached to Katsumi. Together they plotted an escape.
Crichton made a CD recording of all the information he could provide the police. Then Katsumi sat on the edge of her couch. Crichton knelt beside and kissed her on the throat passionately.
"I love you, Katsumi," he whispered. "I really do!" He pressed his lips behind Katsumi's right ear and a moment later landed the sap on exactly the same spot.

Lighting cracked in her skull. Katsumi was a young girl again. Summer was everywhere and her father had just put her on ride at the carnival that lifted and swung her in the air. Sun and wind blew all over and Katsumi smiled joyously at her parents below.
Katsumi landed face first in the big pillow Crichton had placed there, eyes shut, mouth slack.
Tammy and the other two Avengers were standing over Katsumi. Through the milky haze, Tammy was holding up three fingers. Katsumi took her time saying "three." Blackness intruded a second time.
Katsumi lay in the hospital for a week recovering from her concussion. The doctor said the injury was mild, but he didn't want to take any chances. Katsumi explained she had turned her back on Crichton for just a second and he struck. Tammy was baffled and angry. Crichton had left an immense amount of information on the CD, but he was gone. All his bank accounts were liquidated. Witnesses had seen him vanish onto a private jet.
Two days after Katsumi returned from the hospital, Tammy returned from a press conference announcing the smashing of another criminal network and found Katsumi and all her personal belongings gone from her apartment. A note, in Katsumi's hand writing left on the kitchen table read: "Because I love him."

Tammy suddenly undestood.
After destroying the note, Tammy smiled as she left the apartment, happy for Katsumi.

Miki Part Two

Abby was stretched out on the gurney completely unconscious. Still wearing her black tank-top and tight shorts, she slept peacefully, her eyes shut and her head turned toward Miki and Ron who stood over her.
“What happened?” Miki asked urgently. The gym doctor, standing next to Ron, was trying to revive the slumbering captain of the women’s boxing team with limited success. Abby let out an irregular soft moan.
“Who did this?” Ron asked, admiring the beaten girl boxer’s body prone before him.
“That asshole in the ring!” The doctor pointed at an extremely fit, middle aged man with graying hair. Two attractive blondes were attending him, one toweling the sweat off his chest and back and the other untying his boxing gloves.
“Who is that?” Miki asked, suddenly fascinated.
“Mike Crane, a multi millionaire alumnus of Mitchell University, interested in the boxing teams,” the doctor explained. A long sigh sprouted from Abby’s lips. Her head began to move slowly. “He knocked out Abby a few minutes ago in a match.”
Crane whispered in the ear of the blonde who removed his gloves and pointed to the back office. He then left the ring as the blonde approached Miki and Ron.
“Miki Huang?” the blonde asked.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Crane would like to see you in the team captain’s office.” The blonde’s eyes dismissively took in the semi-conscious Abby. “As your captain is incapacitated.”
Miki looked down at Abby and then at Ron. “I’ll see what this jerk wants!”

Crane had already changed into street clothes when Miki walked in.
“Miss Huang, I’m Michael Crane,” he began, clasping Miki’s hand firmly.
“I heard.” Miki answered.
“I graduated from Mitchell awhile ago and I endow sports teams here at my alma matter. I want to help out the boxing program its always been the sport I excel at.”
Miki nodded, looking over the older man, entranced by his muscular build and penetrating eyes. “You knocked out Abby.”
“I was interviewing her about an endowment for the women’s boxing team from my foundation. I challenged her to a match.” Crane threw two punches in the air by Miki’s face. Her eyes followed the fists slavishly. “Wham! Pow! She was out like a light!”
Excitement hiccupped in Miki.
“Does Abby have a lot of boyfriends?”
Miki was startled by the question.
“Why?”
“You know, too much sex softens a fighter,” said Crane. “That guy I saw you with outside? Is he your steady?”
“No.” Miki lied flatly.
Crane was now inches from the girl, peering wolfishly at her. “You have a lot of boyfriends, don’t you Miki?”
“No…just…”
“Do you have a glass jaw like Abby does?” Crane interrupted. “I think you do.”
“I…”
“I could probably put you to sleep early in the second round, don’t you think, Miki?”
“Yeah…”
“We’d be going pretty good, throwing lots of leather and then you’d never know what hit you! Pow! I put one on your kisser!”
“Do..n’t…” Miki mumbled passively as Crane took her in his arms and kissed her. “No..dough..n’t…”
WAP!!
Crane’s left popped Miki’s chin sharply to the right. Her body followed and her feet slipped on the floor. Miki sank into Crane’s arms. It was pleasing to be in his embrace and Mike eased into sleep.


Light seeped through Miki’s opening eyes and filled her head. Lifting her heavy arms, Miki discovered she was wearing a pair of light blue boxing gloves and black and white athletic outfit.
“How did I…ohhh!”
A flash of pain throbbed in Miki’s face as she realized she was seated in the corner of a boxing ring.
“Miss Miki is awake. You do have a glass jaw.”
Miki glared up and saw Crane standing in front of her in boxing gear. “How did I get here!?” Miki yelled, even as her eyes fixed on his bare chest and arms.
“I knocked you cold and brought you here to my personal gym. I thought you’d like to box.”
“How did I get in these…?”
“I changed you into them while you were in dreamland,” Crane explained off handedly. “You didn’t object!”
Rage lifted Miki out of her chair. "Does anyone know I'm here?"
"Sure Miki, while I was carrying you out the front door over my shoulder, I stopped to tell Ron I was borrowing you for the day."
Miki swung at Crane, who pushed the fist away. With a deft shove, he landed Miki ass-first in the chair.
"I see you're ready," Crane said, walking back to his corner. "I'll set the automatic timer."

Miki stalked after Crane. Their moves were a dance, with Crane leading by constantly retreating and Miki pursuing. The college girl used her shorter stature against Crane, landing her punches beneath his raised fists, hiting his midesection and a few times, his head. Crane would flinch or "ooofff" at the hardest impacts, giving Miki the satisfaction of inflicting pain.
"You're better at this than Abby," Crane teasec Miki. "i had her down for the count by now."
"You'll know what that's like in minute!" Miki replied.
"Oh really, Miki? Is that a promise or a threat?"
"A promise!"
Mikie swung at Crane's temple. Crane pushed aaway the incoming fist and pummeleld Miki's gut. Air geysered from Miki's lungs as she jerked backwards from the force of the punch.
Grinning with satisfaction, Crane in one seamless motion, pinned Miki's right foot with his own and tagged Miki on her chin with a right upper cut. The punch stung the boxer girl and she tried to pull back, but Crane held her in place. Two more blow rained down on Miki before her brain told her why she couldn't escape. She vigoursly pulled her foot back, but it barely budged under the pressure of Crane's foot. Crane had a rush of familiar joyous pleasure when he slugged Miki's chin a second time, setting her foor free as he connected.
Vision spinning and a whistling in her ears, Miki spilled away from her opponent. When Miki halted near the ropes, Crane delivered a painful left to Miki's head that instantly put the girl in a ko daze.
Reality moved for Miki like a movie in slow motion. She barely raised her arms in time for Crane to grab them and spin the girl 180 degrees to the center of the ring.
Miki giggled happily until Crane's right hook hit her jaw. Darkness closed around the girl and she felt relaxation sweep over her body. Miki sagged toward the canvas.
Crane slipped his left glove under Miki's chin, proping up the semi-conscious boxer.
"You are done, Miki," Crane told her, checking the young girl's glassy eyes. "Now hold still, I'm going to knock you....out!"
Miki speculated on why anyone so strong and handsome would hit her again. She was just about unconscious and she badly wanted to make love to Crane.
BAM!!
The exhileration of flight raced through Miki as her feet lifted off the canvas. As she reached the stratosphere of velvety darkness, a billion multi colored stars sparkled. A harsh orgasm wracked her body and Miki landed on the canvas with a bone rattling "THUD!"
"Ron..." she whispered quietly and Miki was out cold.

"Like a Virgin" played in Miki's slumbering brain as she dreamt she was floating in clouds of pleasure and contentment. Crane and other men made love to her, but Ron appeared at the end and took her, making her feel shinny and new.

Crane counted Miki out as he removed his gloves and pulled on a T-shirt.
"You're out honey," Crane said to Miki. "And you're mine!"
With a digital camera, Crane memoralized Miki's defeat. As he carefully lifted Miki and laid her across his shoulder, the girl murmured "Ron...?" dreamily.
"No, honey pot, someone even better."
Crane carried the limp girl out of the ring and to his fire red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the gym. He eased Miki into the passanger seat.

When Miki came to, she was laying on a large, comfortable bed, located in the center of a spacious, sun lit room.
"Nap time over, sleeping beauty?" Crane had stepped into the room from the terrace that opened out to a green moutain range.
"Where am I?" Miki groaned.
"This is one of the guest rooms of my summer home,' Crane explained, sitting next to Miki on the bed. "Did you enjoy our match up?"
Miki hesitated, embarased by the truth. "Yes...I did."
Responding to the signal, Crane leaned in and kissed Miki.
"Yes," she repeated, rapidly becoming excited at Crane's touch. "Yes, I did!"

Miki - Part One

Ron vaguely assumed challenging Miki to a boxing match would lead to sex.
Miki was a small girl, with a pretty, round face that boys called "interesting." Ron was one of them. It was Miki's thin, but strong body that transfixed Ron when he went to watch the newly formed women's boxing team train. Miki was sparing with Abby, the women's team captain, when Ron saw her. Clad in tight red shorts and a lose white T-shirt, Miki threw aggressive punches at Abby, the only team member able to compete with Miki.
Mitchell University, which both Miki and Ron attended, had had a successful men's boxing team for a decade. Composed mostly of juniors and seniors, a number of the program's participants had gone on to the Olympics. The males dismissed the infant women's team as either an insult to the sport or a joke. The men also got by on a shoe string budget, made stringier by the appearance of their female counterparts. Ron was secretly pleased with the formation of the women's team, he was sexually attracted to female boxers.
A unique, intense excitement erupted in Miki when she envisioned Ron facing her bare chested in the ring. Miki accepted his proposal after some formalized hesitation.

The fighters met after midnight at the Oring Gymnasium, an annex to the University Sports center. Ron thought privacy was essential. Knowing what he was thinking, Miki agreed.
"I don't know, Miki," Ron said when they touched gloves in the middle of the ring. "I think I'll put you out very soon. You're a small girl!"
Miki began throwing punches around Ron's torso and head. "And you're a little boy! Should I give you one black eye or two before I knock you out?!"
Ron glanced at Miki's bare thighs swaying invitingly as the girl weaved in front of him. "I'm going to sing you a lullaby, Miki. You won't see round two."
"You've got a cute ass, Ron," Miki called out to her opponent as he walked back to his corner. "It'll look even better stuck up in the air after I knock you out cold."
When the automatic buzzer screamed, Mikiw as the first out, swinging at Ron. He slipped by the flying leather, playfully mocking Miki's boxing skills.
"A skinny girl like you, Miki, is useless in the ring," Ron sneered. "You should get a man and stay on your back for him!"
Anger and arousal sent Miki's fists at Ron's head. Absorbing the combination, Ron jabbed Miki's gut, making her wince. Ron's left followed instantly, bashing the girl's lower jaw.
Miki wobbled sideways, only to be slammed by Ron's roundhouse left. The ring scattered in Miki's confused brain. Miki was struggling to refocus when two more blows shoved her into the ropes.
Darkness closed around her eyes. Miki forced her vision to clear and landed three rapid punches to Ron's chest and temple. The young man sank backward and then launched his own barrage.
Miki collapsed on her knees on her knees, her eyes open wide, fighting to stay awake. Moving her legs one at a time, Miki stood before Ron could begin the ten count.
"That's all you have, boy!?" demanded Miki, raising her fists to her face. An excited dizziness flooded her body.
Ron stepped in front of Miki, pulling close to her face. His right fist accelerated from below his hip, aimed at Miki's chin. Miki watched the gloved fist approach with expressionless desire.
WACK!!
Miki wondered at the atill silence surrounding Ron and the entire gym. Her legs melted under her and Miki fell against Ron's chest. Sliding down a few inches, Miki went limp in Ron's arms.
"Hey, where you going Miki?" asked Ron, pulling the devastated girl boxer to her feet. "Don't go, I haven't knocked you out yet!"
Ron admired Miki's beauty as her lolled side to side. "Okay short stuff! You need to say 'night-night'!"
"Wha...?" Miki murmured.
The right hook smacked loudly on Miki's face. As she stumbled back, Miki eyes shut and an electric warmth engulfed her body. The orgasmic heat flushed Miki's face and she tipped into a warm pool of darkness.
Removing his gloves, Ron administered a slow 10 count. He thumbed her eyelids and saw only whites. At "Ten!" Ron declared his opponent out and undid her red boxing gloves. As he losened the string on Miki's green and black shorts, Ron's hand brushed the front of the shorts. It was moist and not from perspiration.
"Miki, you're my kind of girl!" Ron declared, kissing the unconscious girl's lips.
Ron sat Miki upright in his arms and slapped her face firmly twice. Miki regained consciousness, peering up at Ron in confusion.
"Uuuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuhh!!"
Miki shuddered in Ron's embrace, her eyes rolling up and hot gasps of air passing from her open mouth. Miki then exhaled loudly. Feeling deeply spent, she relaxed and smiled listlessly at Ron.
"Ready to stand up?" Ron asked, carefully moving Miki to her feet. The girl boxer took two exhausted steps and slumped against Ron. Clasping her hands to the back of his head, Miki consumed Ron in a blissful kiss.

Love Fight - The Finish

"Martika?!" rippled downward to the Amazon as she emerged from unconsciousness. Slowly she identified the word as her name and then recognized the dressing room where she had been laying out cold for ten minutes from Jon's punch. The blurry, water-color blobs that spoke to her focused into her cousin Sonia and Amazon Island's ruler, Queen Titania.
"Your majesty..." the girl boxer barely whispered. "I..."
"Rest child," Titania smiled. "You've taken a serious beating."
"The fight is over?"
"No, I ordered it suspended," Titania explained as Sonia place an ice pack on her cousin's bruised face. "Jon put you on the canvas, but the bell saved you. I need to know if you want to finish it, Martika?"
Martika's face began to hurt. She was bewildered by the disordered stream of memories she was sorting through.
"I do want to finish it. Jon is mine!"
Queen Titania was surprised and then pleased and proud of Martika. This one's finally grown up, the Amazon queen decided. "Then you must defeat him. Jon has to be tamed and permanently mated."
"I will!" Martika swore.
The next two days, Martika recovered in her quarters, attended by Queen Titania's doctor. As her strength and coordination returned, Martika decided she still loved Jon despite the beating he'd given her in the ring. She knew her desire was a weakness unless Jon was defeated in public. Otherwise, he would be a mad dog freed from his leash.

The bruise beneath Martika's right eye leapt out at Jon as soon as he faced her in the ring. He didn't think she'd be back for rematch after the clobbering he handed her. "Heard you were laid up for two days Martika," Jon said with almost admiration in his voice. "I thought you'd be a genuine punching bag like Sonia!"
"Leave my cousin out of this," Martika said angrily. "Let's get this over with!"
"When you're ready Martika!" Jon swaggered back to his corner, with Martika's eyes fixed on his bare back.
As they came at each other, Martika dodged a punch to her head and quickly slugged Jon in the gut. Two aof his follow up shots stung Martika's face, but she sidestepped the the left meant to take all the air out of her. Jon noticed for the first time how powerfully built Martika was, her shoulders and breasts carried at him. "You're looking better second time around, sugar!"
Jon landed a solid right - left to Martika's head, staggering the Amazon. "Especially with that shiner!" Jon's left upper cut tagged Martika on the chin as she stumbled, dropping the girl to the canvas.
Martika sat in a lump, dazed and listening to Jon's laughter. For a few seconds she laughed to herself. Here she was, head swimming from a punch delivered by a guy who may knock her out a second time, who she's in love with!
Martika stood up and raised her fists to Jon. He smirked and the two fought again.
Martika held her ground this time, blocking every punch Jon fired at her. She timed him and when Jon's arm extended, she ducked and slammed a shot to his head.
Jon stood wide eyed and motionless. Martika had seen that glassy look just before her opponents in the City of Men went down. Martika gave Jon a firm kiss and slugged him with a right.
Jon's head shot sideways and he hit the canvas on his back, out stone cold.
The crowd cheered wildly as the count finished and the unconscious Jon was declared "OUT."
Martika took Jon in her arms and lifted the male above her head in a signal of triumph.
"I claim this man as my mate, fairly won in single combat!" she shouted.

Love Fight Part 1

All but one of Martika's matches had been away from her home island; held in the Cities of Man. Since turning twenty, the young Amazon had made six yearly trips to the Cities of Men to select a mate. By the rules of the Amazon Sisterhood, if she defeated her male opponent he was her new mate. If the warrioress lost, she could have relations with the victor, but marriage was out of the question no matter how she felt.
Martika never took her obligation to bring home a man seriously. Getting laid was her undeclared objective. She boxed all the men she wanted to fuck and the results were impressive: two losses in six matches, with all four victories by knockouts. But after intense, post-fight sex, Martika abandoned the men and returned to Amazon Island alone.
I've left four men on the canvas, she thought, looking at Jon across the boxing ring from her. He's number five!
Jon was the only unmarried male on Amazon Island. Having been washed ashore from his freighter during a storm, Jon as eagerly "proposed" to by girls looking for a husband. His fighting style during the ensuing courtship was brutal and efficient: ten challengers climbed into the ring with him and the same ten were carried out, bruised and unconscious. Martika witnessed Jon's most recent fight where he knocked out Martika's cousin Sonia in the fourth round.
What disturbed Martika was how much she enjoyed seeing Sonia getting pummelled. She couldn't take her eyes off Jon. Martika loved her cousin, but Jon moved with strength and grace and struck with devastating precision. Martika recognized as perverse her sudden love for the man who had floored so many of the Amazon's best boxers.

The mostly female crowd cried their approval when Martika stood eye to eye with Jon. Jon's moved like liquid mercury on Martika's long legs, lovely hips and generous chest, all barely covered in tight blue shorts and a white tank top.
"Whoa!" Jon whispered to himself, approvingly. "I'm going to make you sleep, honey!"
Their arms and shoulders touched as they probed each others eyes for weakness. A spark jumped between the brown skinned girl and the white sailor and Martika smiled at her startled opponent.
"This man is the one I choose as my mate!!" Martika shouted out to the assembled Amazons, who replied with vigorous affirmation. "You'll be a great husband, Jon!" she added in a lower voice.
"I've heard that already!" he answered and went back to his corner.
When the bell called them out, Martika struck first, hoping to throw Jon off balance and irritate him. Jon kept backing away from Martika. He discovered after his first fight with an Amazon that these women fought on the offense.
"You move pretty quick for a girl who is punching mostly air," mocked Jon.
Martika sneered angrily and landed a hard left-right combination to Jon's head. Instantly, his left fist jerked against Martika's chin, popping her head back.
Martika blurted an "Uuuufff!!" and landed on her ass. For a moment, Martika looked around dreamily, baffled at the pain in her face and surveying Jon's crotch and thighs. Her vision focused, only leaving the sharp sting of the head shot prickling her jaw.
"Son of a bitch!" Martika growled, pulling herself upright. Gloves up by her face, now red with anger, Martika went at Jon again.
The pair, locked in the exchange of leather, waltzed around the ring. The crowd encouraged each blow landed by the female warrior. But Jon seemed to absorb each shot and replied with his own, calling Martika a weak chinned little girl who liked being punched.
Martika's Amazon pride injured, she hissed the ancient curses of the Sisterhood at Jon and threw body shots. Jon crouched inward, his arms and fists guarding chest and head. He timed his opponent's barrage and found an opening.
The first punch pounded Martika's chin for a second time. She brushed it off, keeping her eyes fastened on Jon. The second and third shots were blocked, but Jon hammered Martika in the gut. The Amazon bent in agony, wind escaping her clinched lips.
A punch then exploded on the side of Martika's face, blurring the ring and Jon. Martika strained to straighten herself as she slumped against the ropes.
Purple lights blasted in Martika's head and her entire body went stiff, her face frozen momentarily from the force of Jon's left.
Martika stood dazed, limbs unresponsive to the faint commands issuing from her fading brain.
Jon hurled another combination to Martika's head. The young girl felt the gym jolt violently and then a slow relaxation of her limbs. Martika didn't understand the sensation swallowing her, sliding her down a black tunnel.
Pleasure spiked through Jon's body as he watched the Amazon through the ten count. Martika was prone against the ropes, her lifeless arms laying in her lap. The bell clanging loudly stoped the ref's count at "seven" and Martika's seconds leapt past the disappointed Jon and lifted the fallen fighter to her feet. The unconscious girl wobbled like a drunk as her sisters worked her limp arms over their shoulders. Watching Martika's smooth brown legs trail behind her as she was carried to her corner compensated Jon for his incomplete victory.