The Dream Tiger - The Finish

Kristena didn't return Jon Amur's call. She waited for the right moment, as if she and not Amur were stalking prey in the night forest.

While she delayed, Kristena noticed tigers everywhere, peering from book covers or snarling on cable TV nature documentaries, until they bounded into her dreams in the form of the Tiger Lover. She was raptured at being tackled and penetrated in her dreams. One night, she dreamed the Tiger Lover stared into her eyes as he pinned her to the bed, entranced by the thin ring of blue that encircled the beast's pupils.
Kissing her phantom lover, Kristena roared in his face. Enraged, the Tiger Lover roared back and smacked his paw across Kistena's face, knocking her unconscious.

Kristena jumped from her bed, fumbling for the cell phone, pressing the buttons of Jon Amur's number.


"Hello, Kristena," Jon Amur said as he climbed through the ropes of the boxing ring. "I'm glad you're here."
Jon Amur's voice was deep and inviting, while his expression seemed malevolent, especially his eyes.
"This is kind of risky, being alone in the gym late at night..with you." Kristena said, watching Jon Amur as he moved toward her.
"But you agreed," answered Jon.
"I did."
"And with no hesitation..."
"Yes."
Jon was directly in front of Kristena, admiring her big chest and round eyes. "So you wanted to be here just as much as I do."
Kristena nervously stepped forward and Jon Amur embraced her, recalling how passive Kristena looked on the canvas, completely knocked out cold. She barely resisted the kiss Jon Amur gave her, first clutching him by the hair on the back of his head and then feeling up his back and ass.
Jon Amur broke their embrace. A perplexed Kristena muttered "What?" and glimpsed down at Jon Amur's clinched right fist.
"No, Jon, I need...I...want..."
WHAP!!
The punch bit into Kristena's face, staggering the girl a few, sideways paces. Swaying in place, Kristena made two attempts to complete her sentence. Her eyes dropped shut and her knees shot out from under her. Kristena fell backward, landing on her back.
Jon Amur tenderly caressed Kristena's breasts and bare stomach, then gathered the unconscious girl in his arms.

Kristena slept through the ride in Jon Amur's car back to her house. She began to stir awake when he placed her gently on her bed.

The Dream Tiger - Part 1

The fortune teller got a laugh from Kristena. The costumed old woman who operated from a space in a down town strip mall, correctly told Kristena that she was single, a passionate boxer and was in love with victory in the ring. The "gypsy" added Kristena was so in love with winning that she once injured a male opponent.
Consulting a palm reader was a dare from Kristena's sister, Katja, while the two were shopping, but Kristena admitted the truth of everything the old woman said, except hospitalizing a fighter with a concussion.
By round three of most bouts, Kristena would effortlessly beat up and knock out a female challenger. Men she fought differently, attacking them with furious intent, desperate to see what the outcome was when she delivered the bout ending punch.
Each time a guy lay on his back or side, experiencing diminished levels of consciousness, if not total slumber, Kristena watched his struggle to recover as the ref administered the 10 count while pushing Kristena toward a neutral corner.
Being reminded that her fists put a man in the ICU startled Kristena into laughter, whiping tears from he eyes as she denied the event happened. The palm reader calmly informed Kristena she would soon be defeated in the ring for intentionally injuring an opponent.
"And after your defeat, you will know the man you will love," the gypsy added. "I've never seen a future this clearer."
"You're making shit up!" blurted Kristena, pulling her hand from the palmist's grasp and walked out. Katja paid the fortune teller.

Kristena fought Jon Amur with her usual fury, but he was trouble. He counter punched better than other male fighters, with gloved hands that reminded Kristena of paws. The pale blue of Jon's eyes, like a tiger's, held Kristena through the entire fight and were the last thing she remembered after Jon's right bashed low on her jaw. Kristena was soundly asleep before she struck the canvas.
Kristena dreamt a tiger was in love with her and she craved the tiger as it morphed continually from man to beast.
Finally Kristena, dressed in her boxing gear, and the Tiger Lover grew tired of circling and leaped at each other. The Tiger Lover pinned Kristena on her back, trapping her wrists under his paws. The pleasure of her coupling pulsed through the dream until the powerful orgasm and the Tiger Lover's roar jolted Kristena awake as she lay in the recovery room.

Kristena practiced a particular celebicy regarding the opposite sex. Only after destroying a male in the ring would she pursue him sexually. With her nearly shoulder length black hair and buxom chest, getting laid was never a problem. But Kristena couldn't find Jon Amur in the days after their match. No one knew where he lived or how he could be reached. Kristena wondered if the experience had been a vivid dream, where reality and fantasy mixed seamlessly or if Amur was a ghost. One evening when Kristena came home from work, she heard a message on her answering machine from Jon Amur, inviting her to a rematch after hours at the gym.

Miki the Winner

Miki's arms swung at Shelia with little direction. The gloved fists sailed wide of the target, Shelia's head and jaw. Shelia wouldn't stand still.
Then Shelia stepped forward as Miki's right arm drifted past and threw her own right at the smaller boxer. Miki wondered about the glimmering stars, multi colored and bright, that abruptly appeared. The sensation of Miki's body slipping from under her freed Miki to wonder if Shelia's last punch made the stars so shinny. She wanted to tell Shelia that she wasn't fighting fair, but Miki's mouth simply fell open.
Miki went to the canvas with a loud thud and stretched out on her back. Emma the Ref counted Miki out as the girl boxer remained still, arms and legs spread eagle. Then Emma and Miki's boyfriend Ron carried the limp girl from the boxing ring and into the recovery room.
Dreaming as she slept, Miki's brain sorted the men, besides Ron, she liked to fuck. There were five in all and Miki's body convulsed in orgasm. Miki's vision flickered to life, revealing Ron and Emma talking to each other as they stood over Miki.
"She's like that," Ron was remarking to Emma. "I look at her the right way and Miki will orgasm."
It took Miki a few moments to sort Ron's voice from Emma's.
"Ron...honey..." Miki murmured. "I need lots of honey."
"Relax, Miki." Ron urged.
"Had a dream...honey...lots of honey.."
Miki's eyes crossed and her attention drifted.
"This was a really bad idea, Ron." Emma said.
"I tried to talk Miki out of it, but she wouldn't back down."
Shelia was a bully who had mocked Miki's shortness, until Miki challenged her to a match. Not only did Emma know her younger friend was going to lose the fight, but that Shelia would gloat over the trouncing she gave Miki.

"How's the rag doll?" Shelia asked Ron when he emerged from the recovery room, leaving his girlfriend to be examined by the fight doctor.
Ron glanced at the smirking brunette, still exuding the physical energy she used to knock Miki cold. And she's so fuck able, Ron told himself.
Miki and Ron had partners outside their relationship. But Ron would never nail a woman who had just beaten Miki senseless, no matter how good she looked.
"Resting."
"Working Miki over was fun! Can I do it again!"
"Get lost Shelia!" Ron was making for the men's locker room.
"Miki has no self control, just provoke her enough and off she goes, ready for a fight."
Ron said nothing.
"That's why you love her, Ron? Sex works the same way with Miki, right?"
Ron pivoted in his tracks and faced Shelia. "Where's this going?"
Shelia sighed like a teacher pitying a slow student. "Well, Miki's going to be physically out of commission for a week at least." Shelia smile was wolfish. "I made sure of that. You will need some company..."
Looking at her tits, Ron almost agreed. Then he decided against, realizing Shelia spent most of her life making trouble for people who weren't Shelia. Ron was not going to be part of that.
Shelia verged on suggesting a three-way that would include Miki when Ron said, "See you around, Shelia."
Shelia stifled her frustration and shifted her disdain from Miki to Ron.

Miki and Shelia were back in the boxing ring two months later. Shelia was again bullying Miki, but behind her back. Stories moved through the womens locker room that Ron and Shelia were fucking, even as Miki was recovering from her beating.
Miki knew, for once, that the gossip about Ron was untrue. Ignoring her tormentor did't make the stories go away. Miki finally became so frustrated that she challenged Shelia to second match.
"I'm knocking the lying bitch's block off!" Miki sneered at her opponent across the canvas. Ron, who rubbed her Miki's shoulders, lamented that the only time he stayed true to Miki, he made the situation worse. He had given up telling his girlfriend that the match was a mistake and accepted that it would end with Miki unconscious in his arms as he carried her through the ropes.
"The bitch is going to wake up in next Thursday!" Miki said, twisting her neck to keep it lose.
"Stay clear of Shelia till the time's right, Miki!" Ron said into Miki's ear and then kissing the back of her neck. "Shelia is bigger than you by ten pounds and two inches. Stay clear of her fists."
"I know..I know you told Shelia to get lost...I love you, Ron.." Miki said as Emma the Ref waved both fighters to the center of the ring.

The fighters circled each other at first, throwing tentative punches, probing for reactions.
"Good man you have, Miki," Shelia taunted. "I put it in his face and he pushed me away. That's why I'm going to pulp you to night!"
"Fire away...frustrated slut!"
Miki slugged Shelia's mid section twice, following through with a left-right combination. Shelia blinked away the pain and laughed at Miki.
Blows exploded between the two women; Shelia trying to force the smaller girl into a corner so she could work her body. Miki kept mobile, striking only when Shelia left an opening.
For the next two rounds, Shelia pressed on Miki, trapping her against the ropes, pounding her body and hooking shots to her head to keep her off balance. One of Shelia' hooks, a sharp, painful left, hammered Miki's jaw and put her in the ropes. Lights flashed on and off and then Miki's vision went black.
Miki's head rocked back and forth and her eyes reopened on Emma the Ref calling out "Five!" Emma waved her open hand in Miki's face.
Leaning on her fists, Miki heaved up from her sitting position against the ropes. Shaking her head twice, Miki stood, pulling up one leg at a time.
Emma quickly checked her friend and ordered the girls to box.
The exchange of punches resumed, with Miki now the aggressor. Shelia stood her ground against the onslaught, counter punching at Miki's torso.
Miki's left hit something, maybe Shelia's jaw or temple. She couldn't be sure because seconds later Shelia's right pasted her on the cheek.
A warm, inky blackness washed over Miki. She knew she was still standing because her entire body relaxed and she eased toward the canvas. The warmth increased and Miki had the sensation of drifting loosely around the ring.
Miki was slowly aware that she was standing in a neutral corner where Emma had shoved her. Shelia lay on her back completely out cold, hands twitching inside her gloves. Emma the Ref called out "Nine...Ten ...You're out!"
Miki was suddenly in Ron's arms.
"I knocked...the bitch...out..."
She gave Ron a dreamy smile.
"You did, Miki!" He kissed her forehead.
"Ron....?"
"Yeah?"
"Will...youu..."
"What Miki?"
Mikki, the ring and the entire gym was lifting into the air. "Will you....marrrr...iiieee...me...."
Miki never heard Ron's answer. Miki swooned into the warm, lover's embrace of sleep.

The End of a Dry Spell

Arianna took her boyfriend Marc to Lisa's house as a reward. For the first year of their relationship, he had not cheated once. Also, Lisa had been experiencing a dry spell regarding the opposite sex.



She couldn't explain the drought, even to her best friend Arianna who was her sorority sister in college. Both got immense pleasure from beating potential sex partners senseless in a boxing ring. Arianna had found the perfect mate in Marc, with whom she shared a house.

Lisa's hunt for the submissive male of her dreams had been disappointing. Two guys that Lisa had clobbered in matches ditched her after the post-bout roll in the sack. A third guy sent Lisa to dreamland in second round of private, girls-only bout. After the count, her opponent hauled Lisa over his lap and, in front of ten of Lisa's friends, administered a spanking to the unconscious girl boxer. Showing the vivid smile of Lisa's face to the spectators, he declared that Lisa knew "Ross was the boss!"



Arianna set the digital camera to record the entire fight and climbed into the ring to talk to Lisa.



"Every thing is ready," she told her sorority sister. "Knock Marc out and he'll take you to the moon!"



"Thanks for this, Ari!" The pair hugged like sisters. They kissed and Arianna went to her boyfriend, Marc.



"We have dinner tomorrow night with my brother's family," she told Marc, giving him a hug. "I'll pick you up around nine."



"I'll be ready by then."



"You sure will." Arianna reached her hand down the front of Marc's trunks and fondled his penis.



"Hey!....wha....ahhhh....you...ooooo...do....ooooing...."



Arianna had learned early the rhythm required to give her man a quick and very effective hand job. "Giving Lisa an unfair advantage, honey."



Marc never resisted those surges of pleasure that propelled him to orgasm. Gasping for breath, Marc sagged dopily into the turnbuckle and Arianna planted a kiss on his cheek.



"Nighty-night, Marc." Arianna cleaned her hand on one of Marc's towels and left her dazed fighter with Lisa.



"Got any more for me, Marc?" Lisa strode directly to her foe, fists up, while Marc staggered twice, adjusting his trunks and trying to focus on Lisa. But his vision kept slipping to her powerful, thick thighs. Lisa wore white shorts and top that clung flatteringly to her hips and chest, highlighting Lisa's long black hair and cinnamon brown skin.



"I've got plenty!" answered Marc, their first punches smacking each other.



"You can give it to me when you wake up!"



Marc saw Lisa lean back, her right arm slipping down ward. An erotic charge pulsed in Marc when he glimpsed the coiled female energy.



WHACK!



Marc never felt the punch. He was completely asleep.



When the blackness vanished, Marc saw Lisa standing over him, an affectionate smile cracking her lips, an encouraging glint in her eyes.



Marc's head cleared and he sat up. Wedging his face into Lisa's thighs, Marc rubbed his cheeks on her supple skin and then kissed her inner flesh.



"God....yes!" Lisa gasped and Marc yanked down her shorts. Gently brushing Lisa's pussy hair, Marc pressed his lips to her labia and probed with his tongue.



Lisa sucked air through her nose and exhaled rapidly, spurred by Marc's face in her pussy and hands fondling her ass. Lisa came twice, each time shoving Marc's face between her thighs. Finally, Marc fell back on his ass.



"Marc!!'



WHAM!!


The silver glove hammered Marc's chin again, shutting off the lights in his head, flinging him on the canvas.



"You're fucked!" Lisa screamed at the unconscious male, her body still rattled by the second orgasm. "I knocked you the fuck unconscious and you better stay that way, little boy!"

Lisa sat on the canvas to steady her breath. She watched Marc as the ecstatic rage drained from her. The she hefted Marc over her shoulder and carried him to her bedroom.





Lisa and Marc fucked all night. Neither of them thought about what they were doing, but continually came together after recovering from the last orgasm, Lisa shouting louder with every piercing by Marc.



"Get dressed, Arianna just pulled up." Lisa said, standing by her bedroom window. A pleasantly exhausted Marc dragged himself from the sheets and pulled on his jeans.



Marc and Lisa met Arianna at the backdoor entrance of Lisa's house.



"Everything go well?" Arianna asked.



"Perfect." Lisa answered.



Arianna sucker punched Marc with a right upper cut. Lisa and Arianna carried him out to Arianna's car and placed him in the back seat. Lisa kissed the knocked out boxer and hugged her thanks to Arianna before her friend drove off.

Scarlet Vixen

Freelancing for the Sisterhood of Evil, Zack Hollander fought many super heroines. The Sisterhood utilized Zack's extensive skills as a professional thief and often found it necessary to take female crime fighters out of action.
Zack was as much a gentleman as possible in these situations. He was aware of his advantage over shorter opponents like Agent Miki and Night Ghost. One deft chop to the neck and the young ladies hit the floor, face down, lights out.
Taller super heroines like Puma Girl and Silver Lynx required much more caution. Zack liked executing assignments undetected and always avoided fights with women he might lose to. This was complicated by Justice Force's recent policy of recruiting agents from the Amazon Sisterhood. One of them was Athena Holt, known to the general public as Scarlett Vixen. Zack fought her three times before they slept together.
The initiation rites of the Amazon Sisterhood required its young girls to prove themselves as warriors. Since the time of Princess, now Queen, Diana, many had chosen to follow their leader's example and fight the injustice committed in the Cities of Men. Many also left their home islands in search of a full time mate and combined the completion of the rites with the husband quest.
Zack and Scarlett Vixen first met when she and four other Justice Force agents interrupted Zack and three other Sisterhood of Evil operatives while looting an exhibit of rare Ming era porcelain pottery. Zack slugged Red Vixen on the chin, slamming her into a nearby wall. The impact dislodged a vase perched directly above Scarlett Vixen's head. The jar shattered into a hundred pieces on the super heroine's head as she rose to reenter the brawl. She slumped down, out cold.
Taking Scarlett Vixen the second time went so smoothly that Zack amazed even himself.
Scarlett Vixen had made the beginner's error of exposing her back to an open door at Justice Force headquarters. Zack slide noiselessly behind Scarlett Vixen and landed a chop on her neck.
The Amazon's body jerked into rigidity, her eyes wide circles. When she tottered but did not fall, Zack applied a second blow opposite the first, switching off the lights in Vixen's head.
Zack settled Scarlett Vixen on a couch in a comfortable position, knowing she'd being aching when she came around. As he downloaded a new, highly complex computer program devised by Justice Force, Zack admired Scarlett Vixen's powerful, long legs and mountainous chest. He mourned that so many attractive women fought on the side of law and order. Not that the Sisterhood of Evil was bereft of desirable females, but most of them could not be trusted. Given the nature of his work, Zack felt the shortage of trustworthy female companionship sharply.
I could trust you, pretty one, Zack assured himself, gently brushing the hair from the unconscious super heroine's face. For a moment he kept his fingers pressed gently on Vixen's cheek, memorizing the smoothness.

The night their affair began, Zack set a trap for Scarlett Vixen, which sprang perfectly.
Scarlett Vixen responded to a reported break in at the federal mint. Expecting to catch Zach Hollander in an act of grand larceny, she found only a large, gift wrapped box on the floor. With the beginners thoughtlessness Zack counted on, Scarlett Vixen lifted the lid, triggering a jet of knock out gas that engulfed her face. The gas smelled like roses and Scarlett Vixen couldn't resist taking in a big lungful. The Vixen's eyes dropped shut and were impossible to reopen. Strong arms clasped her waist and broke her fall to the floor, but not into blackness.
Scarlett Vixen was groggy when she woke in the bedroom of Zack's safe house apartment. She could see Zack at the bedside and that she was still in her Vixen outfit, but that her mask had been removed. Still very sleepy, Scarlett Vixen attempted to escape the bed, but Zack tenderly restrained her.
"Go back to sleep, Scarlett. We'll talk when your head clears."
Scarlett Vixen pushed at his arms for a few seconds more, but the tone of Zack's voice was so soothing. She allowed Zack to settle her on the bed and slipped back to sleep.

When she recovered, Zack told Scarlett Vixen about his feelings for her. She was difficult to convince, especially when she thought about the plastic strip that immobilized her ankles. Still, her last man was awhile ago. Why not? she asked herself, after Zack released her. They spent the night together, a night that would last five months.
Scarlett Vixen enjoyed the affair's element of danger. No matter how sweetly or intelligently Zack talked, he was still an expert thief in the pay of an international criminal organization. She even committed the risky act of telling Zack her real name: Athena among her kin with the surname Holt adopted in the Cities of Men.
Zack was happy to possess a woman he didn't have to continually second guess outside the bedroom. Athena was the perfect "good girl"; honest, sweet natured and thoroughly enjoyed sex. If all her Amazon sisters were like Athena, Zack reasoned, he'd nail the entire island.
But being with a good girl had draw backs. While Zack thought they'd continue fucking indefinitely, Scarlett Vixen knew the fling could not last. If Justice Force discovered the indiscretion, Athena would be fired and sent home in disgrace. In Zack's case, the Sisterhood of Evil would first terminate his contract and then him. Feeling her love for Zack deepen every day, Scarlett Vixen was unable to convince her lover of the danger and she ended the relationship.
Zack was angry. He was enjoying sex with Athena and didn't want it to end. Their long, loud argument ended when the lovers decided to resolve matters in the ring.
The rules were simple: they would fight to a knockout. If Athena lost, they would continue together. If Zack lost, the fun was over. Zack climbed into the ring with loaded gloves.
The bout lasted two rounds. Zack did his best to stay clear of Scarlett Vixen, recognizing a fury in her eyes. Athena was an Amazon fighting for her freedom and was thus very dangerous.
When the knockout punch hit her, the blow put Athena flat on the canvas, deeply unconscious. Zack started to count, but halted at "six." Cracking her eyelids, Zack realized Athena had a glass jaw and would never have won the fight even if he had fought fairly. Removing Scarlett Vixen's boxing gloves, Zack gently placed them on her stomach and kissed the out cold super heroine.

Arianna Falls in Love

Marc's first meeting with Arianna was brief.

"Come on, I've got someone you need to meet!" said Luisa, grabbing Marc by his free arm as he emerged from the men's locker room.

"Who is it this time?" asked Marc.

For the last three weeks Luisa had made herself Marc's unsolicited match maker. "A friend of mine from college named Arianna," explained Luisa. "She just got out of a relationship and she's been looking for a guy...like you!"

Earlier in the year, Marc and Luisa had a fling after Luisa knocked him cold during a match. The pair had sex for a month afterwards, until Luisa's horiness shifted to another man. But she felt guilty about hurting Marc and strove to make it up to him.

"Marc, this is Arianna," Luisa said. A pretty black girl in gray speedos and a powder blue sports bra turned from working the heavy bag and smiled at Marc. Her shimmering eyes entranced Marc, leaving him barely able to speak.

"Hi Marc, I'd shake hands but for the gloves," Arianna said in a feminine, friendly voice. For a few seconds she eyed the young man.

"I understand." Marc was caught up in her dark beauty and began watching trance like as she went back to the heavy bag.

"How long have you been fighting Marc?"

"Three years," he answered, after his brain began operating again.

"I've been at it for six," Arianna said. "Luisa says you only fight women." "Yeah. Fighting guys bores me."

"I only fight guys, too. What do you like most about being knocked out by women, Marc?"

A bolt of recognition pulsed through Marc and an answer stumbled off his tongue. "It's okay," Arianna said, stepping toward Marc. "It's the way you're overwhelmed by female strength, by femaleness?"

"Yeah..." Marc's voice was stifled by excitement. Arianna caressed his cheeks and Marc pressed her gloved hand harder onto his face.

WHAP!!

Arianna's free hand tagged Marc's chin. White light blasted in his skull. Marc glimpsed Arianna and a black curtain slammed down. "That was fast, Ari," Luisa declared, peering down at her former lover as he sagged heavily in her arms.

"That was a start." Arianna removed her gloves and pulled down the zipper of Marc's jeans, nodding in approval at the width of his erection. "When Marc comes around, tell him I'd like to see him this Saturday." "You falling in love, Ari?"

"Falling fast!"

Marc woke in the gym's recovery room, feeling intense pleasure as his senses reassembled. Luisa was standing over him. When he tried to sit up, his body ached and Luisa settled him back on his pillow.

"How about Arianna?"

Marc gave thinking and moving another try and failed. "She knows how to hit..."

"Arianna wants to see you Saturday at her place!"

On the third try, Marc sat up and, with Luisa's aid, moved to his feet. She noticed Marc's fly was still open.

"Have any plans for tonight, Marc?"

Marc heard a familiar tone in that question.


Arianna never doubted Luisa's ability to spot a "Gentle," a guy who wanted to be knocked out by a woman, like Marc. What baffled her was why she threw him away. Marc was well built, with a handsome, open face. Arianna judged from the look in his intelligent eyes that he was complete submissive. A few months back Luisa had misjudged a guy named Jon and he punched her out for the count after they had sex. Arianna had decided that wasn't going to happen to her as she watched Marc climb into the boxing ring in her finished basement.


"You fight a lot of women?" Arianna asked.

"A bunch." answered Marc, starting to shake his limbs loose.

"Ever knock any out?"

"A few."

"How did it feel to hit a girl so hard that she lost consciousness?"

"It was a rush..it felt great!"

He's so full of shit, Arianna thought happily. Gentles are so cute when they try to act aggressive.

"But its not putting out that's the real thrill, is it?"

Marc smiled in agreement, remembering how satisfying Arianna's one-punch knockout had been. In deep unconsciousness, Marc had fallen in love with Arianna, who was, like Luisa, a Rough, who got off on koing men. As much as he wanted to bang Arianna, Marc craved another trip to dreamland at her hands.



The two started slow, Marc being the aggressor. Arianna was wearing the same outfit from their first encounter, firing up Marc as he threw punches, keeping close to his mistress to the point of crowding her. This amused Arianna. She knew Marc was doing his best to give her a good fight, even overdoing his best. Arianna reminded herself to have patience and hold on for the right moment that would provide maximum pleasure to both fighters.

"After I knocked you out the first time, Luisa took down your jeans and showed me your woody!"

"No she didn't!!"

"She did! I helped you fire your load while you were snoozing!"

Marc figured the strong pleasure that filled him during while sleeping off Arianna's knockout had been the result of a dream. "Did you like what you saw?"

"I did! Purple is my favorite color! I hope you like what you're about to see..."

"What's that?" WHAP!!

"Hey!....Marc.....come on, wake up!"

Arianna's sweet voice seeped into the darkness and opened Marc's eyes. He was seated on Arianna's bed, gloves and shirt removed. He was supported by one of Arianna's arms. A "uuuuhhhhh" escaped his unmoving lips.

"There we are!" Arianna gave him a kiss. Arianna glanced at her now semi conscious lover and thought how sexy a beaten male looked, especially with a shinny bruise on Marc's cheek bone. Arianna felt a thrill when her lips pressed against the contusion.

Marc still felt dizzy, but desire surged to life in him. He clutched Arianna in a full kiss as her hands pulled off his shorts. "Destroy me!" Marc said in Arianna's ear, her fingers stroking his cock.

Donna

Donna resolved most of her personal problems with her fists. I've known her since the fifth grade and she's always ready for a fight. Beating up girls, her age and older, was how she started, but quickly discovered scraping with boys was more fun.

The cat fights were motivated by anger, usually provoked by the opponent. With guys, a fist fight with Donna was an extremely physical flirtation that ended with the object of Donna's affection flattened and seeing stars. Donna also learned to pick fights at her grade level. Her two bouts with older boys terminated with "Lights out, honey!" and a hay maker that magically transported her to a small bed in the school clinic.

In her senior year of high school, Donna learned to box and was a member of Blake Mitchell University's women's boxing team. I got see Donna fight the man would become her husband. She encircled Ned in the ring, bobbing and weaving with a sexual allure until the heart of round six when she put Ned on the canvas. Twenty years later Donna used her fists to put Ned and his girlfriend in the hospital for a week.

One result of her divorce was that every male in our area, married or not, wanted to nail Donna. I was one of them, though I shouldn't have been. My ten year marriage to Kim was humming along. We were both part owners in her family's nail saloon and I was a contented English teacher, if such a creature really existed.

"Hey, Steve, you want a black eye?!" Donna taunted me over the phone. "How about this Saturday afternoon?"

When the mood hit her, and that was often, Donna invited a guy to her place for a private boxing match in her backyard. The guests never made it home until the next morning, sporting a black eye and a smile, both reminders of how they'd spent the last 12 hours.

I took her offer of a black eye. Kim would be out of town for the weekend and I had no papers to grade.

Thick blue wrestling mats covered Donna's back porch. A king sized mattress lay near one corner.

"So you can sleep off the knock out, Steve honey!" Donna smiled, setting a tripod down next to the mattress. Donna attached a digital video recorder to the tripod and titled it down at the mattress.

Figuring my chances with the mattress, I saw how Donna's face had grown longer and wider and her cheek bones more noticeable since college. But at 49 she was still beautiful. She had been working out regularly over the last 20 years and all the sexy college girl fat had vanished, leaving long, well muscled arms and a round, smooth 34 C chest. Her doe eyes had sharpened with feline elegance. I suddenly remembered I'd never fought a woman in my life.

"We do best of three knockouts, right Steve?"

I looked at her in the tight blue jeans and green top with "BOY BEATER" written across the front.

"Ah...yeah..."I answered, tentatively.

"The winner of the round carries the loser to that mattress and counts them out. I'm keeping a video record of all these fights. Ready?"

"Sure..." I closed my my eyes and threw my punch. WHAP!! My bare fist pounded Donna's chin perfectly. Donna staggered sideways and then went backwards, arms out, agonized moans slipping from her mouth. Her light blue eyes went wide and then the lids slammed down. I barely caught Donna before she crashed on the mats. As I placed her on the mattress, Donna started coming around. First a few sighs and then her head jerked side to side. I clicked on the recorder, catching every detail as I counted to ten. "Donna, you're out!" "Out?....where...." "Here. I knocked you cold, with one punch!" Donna blinked rapidly and rubbed her chin. "Why?" "Because I always wanted to!" Donna quickly got to her feet and turned off the recorder. "I never thought you were that kind of asshole, Steve!" Donna moved around the mats quickly, fists raised, demonstrating a dance I was supposed to follow. I did, a joyous aggression pushing me forward. I slugged Donna twice in the midsection, but she blocked my right to her head and put her left on my jaw. I stumbled, straigthened up and pursued her. We circled again, impervious to the punches we were giving each other. "Is this how you fight, Steve?" Donna taunted. "Why don't you give me some cunni while you're ducking so low!?" "When you wake up Donna...again!" I slipped to the right, confusing Donna enough for me to land a left-right combo, pitching her head sideways, but she recovered quickly. POW!! Donna sent a left hook to my chin, freezing me in place. I sagged and thought about how I loved Donna's tits, imagining my lips sucking her pink nipples. There was a crash and darkness. I heard Donna talking to me, telling me I was out cold and that my erection was solid purple. I was on the mattress, looking up at Donna and the video recorder. "Steve, you wide awake?" asked Donna. "We are tied up! Ready to get knocked out again?" Reality took a minute to stop spinning and tilting. Donna helped me get to my feet. "You looked so cute sleeping on your back that I had to jerk you off while you were out, Steve. Do you remember it?" I grabbed Donna in a long kiss. "What about Kim?" she asked, coyly. "Winner gets serviced by the loser, am I right?" "Yeah!" "You're getting knocked the fuck out, Donna!" "Let's do it!" I was fired up for this round, hitting Donna whenever she gave me an opening. A few minutes passed before Donna started to fade. I worked her body, concentrating on her midsection. I could see focus draining from her eyes as the battering continued. A right upper cut sent Donna sprawling on the mats, dazed. "Come on Donna, time for bed!" I pulled the wobbly girl up by her arms and then socked her on the chin, the loud "WHACK" echoing around the yard. "I'm going to turn out the lights in a minute!" I told her. "I'll let you rest once you go out!" "Ah...ass...hole..." Donna gasped. A left-right combo left Donna groggy and groaning.

Out on her feet, Donna's lower jaw was slack and her arms motionless. I had the powerful urge to seal my victory with a hay maker, but Donna looked so lovely and....vulnerable. I popped sharp upper cut to Donna's chin. Her whole body tilted and with a loud "THUMPH" landed on the mats. Donna was out cold before her cute ass touched the ground.

Donna slept for ten minutes. I filmed her on the mattress from counting her out until her eyes eventually fluttered open.