Loaded

By my fifth fight against her, I was tired of losing to Lynn. Okay, she knocked out every guy that climbed into the boxing ring with her, but they tried only once, having learned their lesson. I couldn't seem to do that.
I would not accept that Lynn was a better fighter than me, so I kept hoping to beat her. All five matches I wound up on the canvas no later than round five, out cold and dreaming, flashing a serious erection in my trunks. That last fact pissed off Paula, one of my two corner persons and girlfriends. The second, Cathy, didn't care how many other women I was with as long as I gave her what she needed when she needed it.
Paula was convinced in her heart that she would lose me to Lynn. I found the tall, big chested brunette sexually attractive, especially in her boxing gear and would have slept with her given the chance. But Paula and Cathy were now so much a part of my life that I couldn't desert them.
"If you can't beat her honestly," Paula said as she lay next to me in our bed at 2 in the morning. I had made love to both girls that night and Cathy lay on my right side, contentedly asleep. Paula, just as satisfied, was on my left, her face in my ear as I rested on my back. "You can beat her dishonestly."
The concept had immediate appeal.
"How?" I asked.
"By cheating! Don't fight fair with the bitch!"
I tilted my heard to Paula. "What did you have in mind?"
"A shot below the waist, with a follow through upper cut. She'll be in so much pain she'll never know what hit her."
I deeply disliked the idea of punching any woman's cunt, although nothing was out of bounds for Paula's territorial imperiative. "No! Anything else?"
"We could slip a roofie in her water...when Lynn's all groggy you can work her over and then knock her out."
Messing with drugs was too risky. Paula then gave me her evil smile. "Okay, Cath and I could rig up loaded gloves for you to wear."
This idea I liked. Finnaly sending Lynn to Dreamland with my fists was just what I wanted.
"How would you do it?"
Paula knew I was hooked. "We'll replace some of the stuffing in your gloves with heavy sand. One punch with the right amount of force behind it in the sweet spot and Lynn goes nightie-night."
I gave Paula a loving kiss. "Let's do it!"

We were all in the ring a week later. Paula and Cathy stood in my corner, opposite Lynn with her usual attendents, the twin sisters Emily and Carly. Both of them stared at me mercilessly. Lynn wore her usual smile, like that of a feline predator about to kill her favorite prey.
Emma the Ref called us to the center of the ring.
"I'm starting to get used to this, Marc," taunted Lynn. "I think I'll put you to sleep quick."
"Go ahead!" I replied.

I moved around Lynn, keeping my fists up by my face. Cathy and Paula had done a flawless job of fixing my gloves. I just had to keep out of my opponet's way until the right moment.
It happened in round three.
Lynn and I were battling near the ropes when I ducked an over hand left and fired a right-left combination to the sides of her head. The right upper cut that followed detonated perfectly on her chin.
Lynn's eyes rolled up in their sockets and her lids drooped. All expression drained from her face as her jaw fell open. Lynn moaned like a lover had just penetrated her.
I wound up and slammed home a right hook that reduced Lynn's body to well cooked spaghetti. She collapsed sideways, eyes shut, mouth gaping open.
Laying on her side, Lynn sighed long and loudly and fell onto her back. She was perfectly still, long legs straight out, arms by the temples of her head, nipples poking up like unshelled peanuts. Emma the Ref counted as slowly as she could, but at ten she declared the deeply slumbering Lynn "OUT!" and me the victor.
From my corner, we watched with pleasure as the unconscious girl was lifted off the canvas, limp in the arms of the twins. Emily and Carly tried in vain to wake Lynn up. Thanks to the impact of my loaded boxing gloves, Lynn slept peacefully in her corner chair. Eventually, Carly and Emily gave up and put Lynn on the stretcher Emma had brought into the ring. They carried their comatose fighter to the recovery room. It took five minutes to bring Lynn fully back from Dreamland.

Two weeks after my triumph, I got a message from Lynn.She demanded a rematch. Maybe she wants sex, I guessed. I'll just knock her out again, no matter what. Those gloves were the gift that keeps on giving.
Lynn was already standing in the ring wearing shorts, gloves and a revealing top, when we arrived.
"That was some punch you landed on me, Marc!" said Lynn. "I bet you can't do it twice!"
"I bet I can!"
"I know you won't!" Lynn declared and nodded her head to someone behind us. I turned just in time to see Emily and Carly appear behind my girls and deliver a neck chop, first to Cathy and then to Paula.
The pair groaned orgasmically as they went stiff and wide eyed and then fell into Emily and Carly's waiting arms. They quickly lowered their semiconscious victims against the ropes.
Lynn deliberately opened Cathy's gym bag, pulling out my boxing gloves.
"Just as I thought!" she said, weighing the gloves in her hands. Turning to Cathy and Paula, Lynn smacked both on the head with the loaded boxing gloves. My seconds let out loud "OOOOHHHS"s as their eyes crossed and their heads sank sideways. Paula and Cathy were out for the count!
Lynn tossed the gloves out of the ring.
"Now Marc, we'll finish the fight they way it should have been ended!"
Emily and Carly shoved me in my corner and laced on regular boxing gloves. Carly then rang the bell on the side of the ring.
Lynn came out at me in a rush. Her right fist flew up in my face.
BAM!!!
There was the feeling of lightness and relaxation. I was suddenly in love with Lynn and a feeling of excitation washed over me. I hit the canvas with a loud thud. I lay there knocked out cold, dreaming of sex with Lynn until six am the next morning. 

Dreamer

 

Kaylee boxed in her red bikini underwear. She knew her husband Sam loved the combination of the bathing suit and the boxing gloves, especially when Kaylee got knocked out.
Sam believed Kaylee never looked more beautiful than when she lay on the living room couch, sleeping off the right hook he'd just given her. Sometimes Kaylee would have a bruise from getting her face smacked too hard. Sam found the wounds stimulating . Sex for the couple was always best after a match that ended with a knock out.
Dreams filled Kaylee's head when she was unconscious. There were intense visions of three ways with men other than Sam. Another featured Kaylee challenging a male boxing champion known only as The Bruiser, a brawny fighter who was more a cartoon character than an actual human.
The Bruiser was Kaylee's superior in size, weight and boxing skill, yet Kaylee landed a punch from nowhere that floored the champ. Kaylee would stand with one boot on the Bruiser's chest while hundreds of female spectators with fiery green eyes screamed love and adulation for the victor.

In the conscious world, Sam took digital photos of his slumbering wife. Then he began experimenting with restraints. Once he tied Kaylee's gloved hands with her bikini top, resting them on her crotch. Sam got an even larger thrill by flipping his "Sleeping Beauty" on her stomach and binding her wrists behind her back.
Cleaning out the attic one afternoon, Sam found an actors make up kit left behind by the previous renters. Looking over the contents, Sam got an idea.
First Sam painted a moustache above Kaylee's upper lip and then let her walk around in public for hours, until she glanced in a mirror. His wife's rage always got Sam fired up.
As their private boxing matches continued, Sam hit Kaylee harder, to ensure a longer and deeper knockout. Stripping off the bikini, he redressed Kaylee in short boxing trunks and a sports bra. With precision and tenderness, Sam painted a purple shiner on her left eye before taking his pictures.

The vividness of her dreams made Kaylee want to make them reality. Lying to Sam about visiting her brother's family, Kaylee met Will from the Amazonia Boxing Club where she worked out. It took the pair three bars to find a third participant for Kaylee's fantasy.
To Kaylee's surprise, she handled the men expertly. In fact, when she walked out of the motel room Sunday morning, both of her lovers were passed out from sexual exhaustion. I wonder, she asked herself while driving home, what Will and the other guy dreamed of?
A week later Peter, Kaylee's trainer at the Amazonia, introduced his wife Desiree. Desiree was a short girl, lean bodied, attractive the way some short women are, with the blazing green eyes Kaylee had seen in her dreams. Kaylee excitedly accepted Desiree's challenge to a match and was carried from the ring at the start of round four.
Desiree seduced her new friend a few days later. It was the first time Kaylee had slept with a woman. She continued with Desiree for a month before Desiree switched to another female lover.

Kaylee opened a folder on their computer marked "Kaylee Koed." It was an accident, but she she saw herself, post knock out, on the couch. Pictures of her bound by her bikini top, with silk scarves, a pair of toy handcuffs. Pictures of her with black eyes, first her left and then her right eye. One photo simulated blood running from her nostrils. Another had stars photo shopped spinning around Kaylee's head, while she smiled in her sleep.

When she confronted her husband with the jpeg file, Sam admitted everything. He couldn't understand why Kaylee was upset. Most of the bruises were make up and the restraints never cut into her skin.
"You like getting your lights punched out, honey." Sam added. "We've always known that. Why are you sweating the harmless stuff?"
Kaylee ordered Sam to get their boxing gloves. The fired up feeling came over Sam.
Kaylee wore the red bikini again.Kaylee was enraged, but she could not really say why. To herself, she admitted Sam was right: the pictures were just make up and soft restraints. And Kaylee was gratified to see herself unconscious from Sam's fists.
Sam smacked Kaylee around the living room. Kaylee tried to fight back, but Sam's attack was overwhelming her, wearing her down.
"Feeling light headed, sweetie?" Sam's voice was cruel and affectionate.
WHAP!!
He slugged Kaylee on the jaw, spinning her.
WHAM!!
Sam tagged the opposite side of Kaylee's face. Kaylee groaned. "Getting sleepy?"
An upper cut kept Kaylee from answering and unleashed a super nova. Darkness crept around the edges of her eyes.
"Sam....?" Kaylee's voice sounded like she was already sleeping. She never felt Sam's final punch, but she did see it coming at her.

Out cold on the couch, Kaylee dreamed she fought The Bruiser again. Because of his superiority in height, weight and boxing skill, The Bruiser landed a punch from nowhere that floored Kaylee. The Bruiser stood with one boot on Kaylee's belly. Desiree delivered the ten count and then declared Kaylee "Out!"
Kaylee's seconds, Will and a guy she met at a bar, lifted Kaylee onto a stretcher and carried her from the ring.

Nicole

Will wanted to box (and fuck) Nicole from the moment he saw her working out on the heavy bag at the gym. Since he was a teen ager, Will had a thing for women fighters, especially in their gloves and shorts. Nicole, with her curly black hair and toned body looked irresistible to Will as she worked out.
There was only one round of boxing between Nicole and Will. Will toyed with Nicole, knowing she was still a weak fighter, only starting her training. When the moment was right, he slammed his gloved fist on top of Nicole's head, stunning the girl in her tracks.
Nicole's lips began to move, soft dreamy noises coming out. Will knew she was seeing stars and would very quickly enter dreamland.
Will nudged her right shoulder and Nicole sank into the nearby turnbuckle. For a few seconds, Will was unsure if a another punch was needed to finish Nicole off, but the girl suddenly began her descent to the canvas.
Sitting against the turnbuckle, Nicole's glassy eyes rolled up as if she was searching the ceiling intently. She was out of it and Will began the count.
As he did so, Will spread Nicole's legs and removed his gloves. He felt up the thighs he'd been admiring for so long. Nicole's legs were toned, but very smooth. At "TEN" Will declared her out and felt inside her panties.
Nicole murmured as he lifted and dragged her to folding chair in the opposite corner. Will took off her shorts and panties. Delicate black hair covered her vagina. Will kissed it and, gingerly at first, inserted his forefinger, probing for and finding Nicole's clit.
Her hips and then her entire body began rocking as Will started the finger fucking. Will followed the moans and sighs that rapidly followed until Nicole shouted out loud and lurched awake in the chair.
Gasping for air through the orgasm, Nicole arched her back, nearly standing up straight.
"AHHH!" Nicole blurted harshly, her hips thrust forward. She eased back down on the seat and opened her eyes, grinning at Will.
They kissed for a long moment. Nicole stood and shoved away the chair. When they embraced again, she whispered "Now!" as she pulled down Will's trunks.
Will took her against the turnbuckle. Nicole anchored herself with the upper ropes. "Yes!" she muttered in Will's ears when he penetrated her.
Both of the lovers came at once. While she was still enjoying the second orgasm, Nicole begged Will to finish her.
"What?"
"Finish me! Please, Will!"
Will said nothing for a minute to see if Nicole was serious. Pulling a boxing glove on his right hand, Will slugged Nicole on the lower jaw. Her head jerked to the left and fell back slowly. Nicole toppled toward Will, who caught her over his shoulder.
Will checked Nicole's bare ass in the dressing room's full length mirror. Giving both cheeks a slap and a feel, will settled Nicole on one of the cots. A pert, contented smile adorned her face. 

Desiree Learns Early

"Wait a sec, Grace! Wait!'
Desiree was pleading with Grace, the older, taller more muscular woman with a very angry look. "I didn't mean it to happen!"
Grace recently discovered her 23 year old girlfriend had slept with a guy. Grace half expected this to happen, having learned that girls in their twenties were attracted to her because Grace was an authority figure. And any newbie who could find a parental image in a female lover could as easily locate one in a male.
What made Grace feel like a fool, and therefore very angry, was that she introduced them to each other.
"I only care about you, Gracie!" Desiree pleaded as she backed away from Grace, into a living room corner.
Grace reacted with silence to this obvious half truth. Desiree was also in love with Peter, one of the trainers at the Amazonia Boxing Club who taught, along with Grace, Desiree how to box. Grace was not happy to be sharing.
Desiree's pleading took a frightened tone. "Grace, I love you! Don't hurt me, please!"
The older woman felt real satisfaction when Desiree grabbed her right arms with both hands.
"Do you just need a man, Dez? Was that it?"
Desiree gave a quick, silent nod of her head.
"But Little One," Grace went on. "You're all I ever needed!"
"I'm so sorry!" Desiree said contritely.
"I am sorry, too."
WHAP!!!
The knuckles of Graces right fist tagged Desiree's chin perfectly. The skinny girl boxer remained standing, her head lolling from side to side. Smiling stupidly, Desiree sighed like she just fell in love for the first time as her ass slid down the wall, her eyes first glassy and then closed. Desiree was seated, legs out in a wide "V." She was spark out cold.

"All right, let's go!"
Grace easily flipped the unconscious girl over her shoulder and carried her into their bedroom. She dumped Desiree carelessly on the double bed and kissed her cheek.
"Young girls need to learn." Grace commented as she walked out, switching off the light and closing the door behind her.

Steve and Anna

Anna, 42, and Steve, 23, had been a couple for three years. Their match was a good one. Anna loved sex with younger men. Steve had had an inclination to older women since he was 17 and was seduced by a friend of his mother's named Shelly. This was his first taste of love and physical pleasure and he was heartbroken when Shelly end it two months later.

Steve found true love when he met Anna during Mixed Boxing Night at The Clam Sandwich, a club-go go bar in Bloomfield, N.J. Anna was taking on all comers . Steve watched Anna deck two guys before he climbed in the ring with the powerful redhead. By round four, Steve was on the canvas, out cold and dreaming, mostly of the woman who just flattened him. In a month, Steve and Anna were a couple.

When they got an apartment in town, the pair joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, where Steve caught Inga's attention.

Inga, a big chested woman close to Anna's age, had auburn hair from a bottle and had just the right amount of makeup to say "slut" to Steve. She often came on to Steve, often in front of Anna. Inga had total contempt for any woman who had possession of a man she wanted.

Steve always deflected Inga's attention, but the more she flirted, the more he wanted her. Anna had the look of a woman who was, as one of Steve's friends judged, "built for speed." But Inga always boxed in blue jean cutoffs and described to Steve how she beat him senseless in the ring and fuck him stupid in bed. Steve barely contained himself.

Eventually, Inga forced the issue, challenging Anna to a boxing match.

"I just want to fuck you up!" explained Inga, but both women understood the fight was for Steve.

Anna did her best, but Inga was the better fighter. For most of the short match, Steve yelled advice to Anna from her corner, toweling away her sweat and rubbing her shoulders between rounds. Steve was growing increasingly aroused at the beating Inga was giving Anna.

"Knock her fucking out!" Steve repeated to himself as he watch the fight progress.

Inga landed an over hand right knocked Anna out instantly. The koed cougar pivoted sideways and then hit the canvas on her side before rolling over on her back. Anna, eyes shut, barely stirred as Inga counted her out.

His heart pounding, Steve plunged through the ropes and called  Inga a bitch. She didn't hold back. A sudden left hook landed Steve on the canvas next to his deeply unconscious girlfriend. His whole body relaxed into darkness.

Inga had measured out the punches for her two victims. Steve would only be out a few minutes, but Anna had to be gone for at least 30 minutes. Right on schedule, Steve came around and Inga got him to his feet. Then she leaned back in the turnbuckle, clasping the top ropes. Steve kissed Inga and began to take off her shorts and top. Inga pulled down his jeans. They fucked for a half an hour, orgasming twice. As the dazed Steve took a few steps back, Inga pulled her shorts and top back on and slugged Steve a second time. He staggered like bewildered child and then his eyes closed and he hit the canvas a second time, out cold.

Before she left, Inga gave Steve a kiss and wished him good night. She wondered how he was going to explain his nakedness to Anna.

Going Down and Out

One of the few lessons Will retained from four years at Blake Mitchell University was that even if a date went perfectly, the pilot light could still go out when he got the girl home. Will had no problem going to the basement to rekindle the flame. Girls were much more affectionate after that.
Will wanted badly to eat out Lisa at the start of their private match at the Amazonia Boxing Club.  In fact it was all he thought of from the moment she accepted his personal challenge. Judging from the way he looked at her breasts, Lisa knew Will was looking to get laid.
Lisa was a thick girl, with thighs that could sink a super carrier and a full round ass.Will, who had watched four of her previous matches, was enthralled with Lisa's melon-sized tits and the smile Lisa flashed when she dispatched her victims, two male, two female, to Dreamland. Lisa gave each man a night of great sex after each of their bouts.
The fight was private at Lisa's insistence, attended by only by six of her best female friends. The girls wanted to see Will earn whatever pleasure Lisa was going to give him.

Will took the fight to Lisa at the opening buzzer. Lisa wasn't fazed. She absorbed or blocked every attack. Lisa knew Will just wanted physical contact, hoping to get her worked up amid the exchange of leather.
Lisa was impressed with the sincerity of Will's effort and as the rounds went by, found him more and more attractive.
In the sixth round, Will had Lisa in a corner, working her body, trying to wear her down for a knockout. Lisa pressed her lips to Will's ear.
"Now, Will, I want it now!" she whispered. in the stillness that followed the couple looked at each other and a pent up cheer burst from the spectators. Kissing Will strongly, Lisa motioned downward with her eyes. "Please Will, now!'
Will was instantly on his knees, kissing Lisa's brown thighs as he pulled down her shorts. Amid growing shouts, Will caressed Lisa's inner thighs and labia. A loud "yes!" went up as Will felt Lisa's gloves press the back of Will's head deeper into her pussy. An intense high surged through Will.
The orgasm slowly mounted in Lisa, who leaned completely against the turnbuckle, her head lolling back and side to side, mouth open. Oblivious  to her friends screams, Lisa gasped "I love you...yes...I do!...fuck..." to Will.
When the orgasm jetted through Lisa, she pulled on her lover's hair and shouted at the ceiling.
Siting back, Will wiped his face clean on Lisa's legs and stood up slowly, waiting for Lisa to catch her breath.
They kissed again and Lisa slugged Will on the jaw, staggering him sideways.
"God, I so fucking love you!" Lisa yelled at her stupefied lover. her left sailed around and tagged his chin.
Will stood motionless, eyes wide and glassy. Lisa's from the hip right upper cut propelled Will into the air. Will was in deep space where bright, multicolored stars sparkled everywhere. Will was completely in love with Lisa. Blackness washed over the lights and Will's landing on the canvas rattled the ring.
"Nine! Ten! You're out!' Emma the Ref shouted and pulled Lisa's fists over her head, declaring her victory by total knockout. Lisa watched in triumph as Will, smiling in Dreamland, was loaded onto a stretcher. As he was carried out, she gave him a long kiss on the lips.

The Girl with the Mask

As he walked toward the reference desk, Tony saw one of librarians headed in the same direction. The women, clinging to her late twenties, was dressed in shades of black: a clingy top, dressy shorts and stockings. All these matched her shinny raven tinted hair and square rimmed glasses. Her name was Tina and she was the reference librarian.
As Tina sat down at her station and watched Tony approach, a grin erupted beneath her pert nose, forcing her cheek bones to rise beneath her hair.
"I'm looking for a book," Tony said pleasantly.
Usually, Tina reminded any patron who made the same request of the existence of the computerized catalogue. But she instantly found Tony attractive, his bright but shy eyes captured her. "Do you have the title?"
"Yeah, 'Great Female Boxers' by Desiree Tyler."
Tine knew exactly on what shelf the volume was siting, having read it twice. "I'll have to look it up, Mr...?"
"My name is Tony?"
"Good."
"What?"
"Nothing." Tina's fingers were already dancing on the key board. "You into boxing girls?"
Tony looked around. "Yeah."
"You fight yourself, Mr. Tony?"
"Not yet, I just joined this boxing club called the Amazonia..."
"Good for you!" Tina's face widened when she glanced at the monitor. "Found it!"
She neatly transcribed the call numbers on a slip of paper. Tina waved it toward Tony, but when he tried to grab it away, she held on tightly.
"Be carefull with girls who are into boxing," Tina warned. "They are pretty intense and often violent."
Confused by Tina's advice, he tugged on the paper. "You never know what they will do, Tony!"
Tina released the paper and she and Tony stared at each other.
"Thanks," Tony said, turning to the non fiction stacks.

Great Female Boxers was in the sports section. When he had the aisle to himself, Tony flipped through the book, scanning the color pictures. Wedged between two images of Mia St. John doing battle in a bright pink outfit, was a folded sheet of paper. As Tony reached for it, the sheet dropped out to his feet. Picking it up, Tony read inside.
"SLEEP TIGHT" was written in neat feminine script, the "i" dotted with a red heart.
Tony smelled, faintly at first, a scent that reminded him of a dentist's office. The smell became universal and he heard a girlish laugh and Tony was on the carpet, fast asleep.

Tony dreamed he was in a boxing match with Wonder Woman.
"I need a mate, Tony!" The Amazon princess declared as she worked Tony over. "And you are it!"
Wonder Woman was all Tony wanted her to be: strong, sexy, aggressive, with big tits. And long shinny black hair. An entranced Tony was beaten thoroughly until Wonder Woman landed a straight right to his face. Tony was slumped on the ropes. He slept contentedly at the feet of the mythic Princess.

"Tony? Towneee...!?"
The sweet voice swam down to Tony as he emerged from sleep.
"Yeah...I'm Tony..."
The black blur knelt in front of him focused into an athletic woman wearing tight black boxing trunks and tank top. And a white leather eye mask tied behind a head of silky, raven colored hair.
"How long?"
"Awhile." she answered.
"Where am I?" The sleep was clearing away from Tony's voice.
"My basement gym...there, all done!"
Tony looked down and saw a pair of red boxing gloves tied to his hands. Then he realized he was wearing blue boxing trunks and no shirt. He quickly took in that he and the young lady occupied a boxing ring.
"We're going to fight, Tony!"
"Why? Who are you?"
"Because I want to hit you! I'm Mara, short for Maravella. Get up, boy!"
As he rose, Tony couldn't not notice hoe great Mara's ass and legs looked in her shorts. Mara gave him a smile that said: "Like the leg show?" as she pulled on her boxing gloves.
In the opening minutes, the couple circled each other. While Mara threw punches with flirty enthusiasm, Tony wanted to hit back, but felt reticent to hit a woman.
Then Mara decked him.
Tony sat on the canvas enraged and confused. Mara was laughing out loud.
Tony stalked after his opponent, but Mara slipped out of range of his fists, creating plenty of opportunities to tease her captive.
"I kidnapped you! I'm beating you so hard you're ready to cum and you don't know what I look like! Chump!"
The last word pulled a trigger in Tony and his fists hammered Mara's flat belly. Her gasp was cut short by an impulsive right hook that tagged her jaw. Falling sideways, Mara was completely disoriented, allowing Tony a chance to pursue. He slugged her in the midsection and followed through with an upper cut.
Tony watched Mara's eyes roll up with exquisite slowness behind her mask and a jolt of gratification
went through him.
"Ah..ha..ha.." whispered Mara as he mouth fell open and she dropped heavily to the canvas.
Tony checked her pulse as he counted to ten to himself. Searching the ring area, Tony spotted the open doorway that revealed a small bed. Lifting Mara carefully, Mara carried her out between the ropes and laid her on the bed.
Removing Mara's gloves, he lifted the front waistband of her black trunks as he had seen done to a koed female boxer on TV. Quickly he pulled off her tank top and sports bra. Tony caressed Mara's breasts, his fingers moving gently over the smooth white skin. Putting his hand to Mara's eye mask, Tony stopped abruptly. He sat back, watching the knocked out girl, naked besides her panties and mask, with awe and desire.
Tony waited.

Mara sighed a few times before waking up. She knew she'd been knocked out cold. Feeling that her under pant and eye mask had not been moved confirmed the guess she made about Tony.
"You okay, Mara?" asked Tony, with actual tenderness in his voice.
"Fine," Mara sat up on her elbows. "You were a gentleman, Tony. I'm impressed. But I figured you for one."
She moved closer to Tony and they kissed. When Mara started to untie her mask, Anthony stopped her.
"Okay, Tony. Sure..."
Tony pulled off Mara's panties and worship fully kissed her pussy. Mara hardly needed the stimulus, but she let Tony go where nature lead.

Many hours later Tony woke up with his face on Mara's stomach. Mara played with his hair like a pet owner stroking a faithful dog. The lassitude of complete satisfaction laced both their bodies and it took a few minutes for Mara to get out of bed and go to one of her drawers. "What's up?" asked Tony.
Mara took out a cell phone and strutted to Tony. "One more thing left..." Mara purred.
"Is that a cell phone?"
"Only on the outside. It's called a 'snoozer'. It sprays knock out gas!"
Tony wanted to protest, but he knew what was coming and he wanted it from Mara.
The masked girl pointed the snoozer at Tony and pressed "SEND." A stream of gas hit Tony in the face. Mara told her lover to "Sleep tight."
Tony thought about strawberry wine and landed on the bed fast asleep.

Tara stood in the back of the library, discretely having a cigarette. Smoking wasn't allowed so Tina had to keep an eye out for her supervisor or the numerous co-workers would have been delighted to turn her in.
Seeing a municipal van pull up, Tina turned her back to finish her cigarette.
Tina heard a "THUMPTH" and pain prickled through her skull. Tony caught Tina with one arm as she went down, while pocketed the black jack with the other. The blow had been light but effective. Tony quickly moved Tina to the van. Pulling open the back doors, Tony secured Tina on a mattress.
Tony parked in his garage and carried Tina to his bedroom. He made sure Tina was comfortable. Along with a thorn less rose, Tony left a pair of red boxing gloves by Tina's head. Tony settled in a chair and waited.