Harley Quinn's Further Adventures in Crime Fighting

Harley Quinn was a week recovering from her encounter with professional thief Marcus Apted and his protegee, Paula,  who first black jacked and later punched out Harley during her attempt to arrest the criminal duo.
Gabe, Harley's new boyfriend, came along on the mission. Paula only had to KO him once.
Scarlet Vixen, Harley's mentor in the all female crime fighting organization, Justice Force,  kept faith in the former criminal. After Harley was released from the hospital, Scarlet Vixen ordered her to bring in Apted.

"Nobody's here, Harley, I thought they'd both be home!"
Gabe's observation broke the silence in the spacious pent house apartment, inhabited by Apted and Paula, according to intelligence reports.
"Did they know we were coming?' asked Harley in a whisper.
"Maybe." Gabe responded, searching the well appointed living room. "Do you smell something funny?"
"No, Puddin, I don't."
"I do...reminds me of the dentist office for some reason."
Harley glared at her boyfriend. "You say weird things sometimes."
Gabe thought back to his dental checkup with Dr. Slaughter and his assistant, Carmella, a dark haired beauty who regularly shoved her cleavage in Gabe's face while cleaning his teeth. I wish just once Carmella would give me a quickie in that dental chair, Gabe thought, visualizing the event in detail.
"Ya know, Puddin...I do smell.." Harley was light headed. A honey like scent grew stronger. Gabe couldn't move his legs.
"Harley..I think...we're being...hit..."
Harley sniffed around her. "Knock...out...gas...whadya know...?"
Both crime fighters swayed on their feet, arms dangling, eye lids heavy. Gabe knew he could satisfy Carmella if only he could show her the...
Gabe went off his feet. Harley shifted her blurry vision to her lover.
"Yep, Puddin! You were right!" Harley's eyes closed. "Sure Gabe...of course I'll marry you..."
Harley slept beside Gabe.

"They're both out."
Paula was looking in the middle of three computer monitors located in the panic room of the pent house apartment. "What next?"
Apted joined her. "The gas will dissipate in five minutes. After that, you transport the boyfriend to the drop area. He's of no use to us."
The "drop area" was a second class motel on Route 3 in Seacaucus, N.J. Gabe would wake there in a few hours, far from home.
"And Miss Quinn?" Paula asked when she detected Apted's vision lingering on the ass and thighs of the unconscious woman.
"I'll question her. I think Miss Quinn will be very cooperative when she finds out we've relocated her paramour."
"And we sell all the information she gives us about Justice Force to the Sisterhood of Evil?" asked Paula, remembering the bottom line.
"For an obscene amount of money!"
Paula knew that, by tomorrow, they would be a few million dollars richer. Marcus' earning power was
one of the main things she loved about him. But she was suspicious of what interrogation methods Marcus planned to use on Harley Quinn. Looking at Gabe on the monitor, she thought he was very cute. She had information retrieval methods of her own.

Gabe woke in a small, neat, sun filled motel room that looked out on a very busy Route 3.  "Harley?" he asked, looking around, until he saw Paula standing next to the bed, wearing only her black lingerie. "Where's Harley?"
"She's perfectly safe and sound, don't worry. She will join us soon."
"Safe with Marcus Apted! She is not safe with the man she's supposed to arrest!"
Paula bent with one knee onto the mattress and climbed on top of Gabe. "Why don't we relax?"
"Relax? I love Harley!"
"And I love Marcus..."Paula grinned as she inventoried her thoughts. "...mostly. You know Gabe, since I clobbered you during our first encounter..."
"That was you?"
"Yep...I've wanted to get with you. I wondered about your...kick...stand!"
Their eyes were now locked together.
"Kick stand!?" asked Gabe, whose panting was just audible.
"Yeah." The pair fell into a kiss. "Gabe, start with my garters..slowly..."


Harley Quinn was dizzy for a few minutes after the KO gas wore off. When she attempted to sit up on the bed where Apted had placed her, Harley fell back.
"Just relax."
The voice sounded caring. Harley looked up at Marcus Apted and frowned in sour disappointment. "I'm really starting to not like you, Marcus Apted!"
"That's a shame. I am liking you more and more Harley." He pulled a chair to Harley's side of the bed. "You're probably wondering why I'm still here?"
"No!" answered Harley emphatically and turned her back to Apted.
"Please Harley, don't be like this."
"And NEVER call me Harley!"
"Why not? We're friends here. No one, neither you nor your pet boy Gabe, is going to get hurt."
 Harley rolled back to Apted. "Last time you KOed me twice! I was laid up for a week!"
"I am sorry, truly I am. Paula gets very jealous, thinks I have feelings for you."
The crime fighter's eyes softened.  "She does...do you..?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Miss Quinn. I would have to be blind not to see that. I think you are a very special woman."
"Call me Harley..."
"Of course. I can see the real Harley, the girl no one ever really understood."
Harley quavered before responding and Apted swept her into a long kiss. In their embrace, Harley surrendered to him.
Apted soundlessly pulled down the zipper on the back of Harley's multicolored body suit and removed the fools cap. When he started to take off her eye mask, Harley shouted "No! Not the mask!"
Apted decided  sex with a masked woman might be fun and kissed Harley again.

Gabe was completely spent after three hours with Paula.
She had tell him twice to get dressed before Marcus arrived.
After they cleaned up, Gabe took Paula in his arms. "Let's pick up where we left off!"
"Wait, Gabe, is that your wallet on the floor?"
"Where?" Gabe searched the area at their feet, while Paula removed a small cell phone from her pocket. She held it just a few inches from Gabe's face and pressed SEND. A stream of pink gas exploded in Gabe's face.
Gabe relaxed and was heavily asleep in Paula's arms. Paula kissed his forehead and let him drop to the bed.

Marcus Apted uncorked a bottle of champagne, picked up two glasses, and brought them to Harley, who sat up on the bed, arms crossed, sulky and unresponsive.
"Let's toast what has been a wonderful afternoon!" Apted suggested, offering her a half filled glass. Harley made no effort to accept it.
The afternoon had worked out exactly as he had planned. Apted had no real plans to interrogate his captive, only seduce her into fucking him. The payment for the information gained for The Sisterhood of Evil was in fact for a art forgery Apted had executed without Paula's knowledge.
Harley hesitated to betray the trust of the man she loved, but Apted was so sympathetic and charming that Harley quickly went under his masculine spell.
Now she was frowning at a glass of Mercier 1997.
"You were the happiest blond on Earth an hour ago! What happened?"
Firing at Marcus her best "What, are you stupid?" glare, Harley said "I cheated on Gabe!"
"Yes, that's right. You'll want some of this." Marcus waved the champagne in her direction.
More sulking.
"You weren't very guilt ridden two hours ago," Marcus noted, setting down the glass.
"Fuck you!"
Marcus abruptly stifled the response "When you're ready!"  and worked on a solution.
"I'm sorry, Harley, for being so insensitive. Clearly my out of control desire made me disregard what you and Gabe have."
"Damn right! I have the guilt. I get a good man in my life and I betray him!"
Apted grunted, aware of how much Harley felt for Gabe. Like I put a gun to her head, he thought.
"Stay here Harley, I'll be right back."

"What's that?" Harley asked, panic in her voice.
"This epi pin holds the correct dose of an anterograde amnesia drug that will..."
"You're trying to roofie me!"
Apted sighed to control his temper.
"...that will erase your memory of what we did for the last three hours, without damaging any other of your mental faculties."
"Don't you understand, Apted? I've been trying to change and be good, and do good to those who love me...and Gabe loves me!"
Harley went on explaining what a horrible mistake she had made as she got into her body suit. Apted recognized the authentic remorse in her voice. When Harley bent over to pick up her jester headgear, Apted admired her ass one last time and jabbed the epi pin into her left buttock.
Harley yelled sharply and turned to Apted. "Why did you do that! You jerk! I don't want to..."
Harley's eyes glazed over and she wobbled on her feet. Apted took her in his arms and shifted her gently to the bed.
"Listen to me Harley! Are you?"
Harley felt like she was in flight even as her eyes began to close. She nodded as strongly as she could.
"You will not remember the last three hours. All you will recall is being gassed out with Gabe at your side. Do you understand?"
"Oh...kay..."
Harley went out, slumped against Marcus Apted, who slipped her cowl back on.
 

"The deposit just arrived in the off shore account," said Paula, looking up from the display on her tablet. "Five million dollars."
"Excellent," Apted responded. "I knew Miss Quinn would provide."
"How did you get her to talk?"
"A quick shot made everything better. I assume Gabe hadn't much to say."
Paula nodded her head. "Not much talking here."
Apted grinned to himself and took out a small cell phone.
"Hello...911?..There's a couple in room 69 of the No Tell Motel on Route 3, they appear to be unconscious..no I don't know who they are...good.."Apted provided the exact address and Paula went out to start the car. "They seem okay..breathing is fine..I think they're drunk..no I can't wait here...no I have no name.."
Apted reconfirmed the address, said good bye and hurled the cell phone across the parking lot and onto the highway.
"Let's get dinner." he suggested to Paula. They raced down the highway to the sound of sirens approaching from the opposite direction.

Thr Gates of Paradise - The Final Round.

I wanted the tie breaker over with quickly. After two rounds of wrestling, I was pretty worked up for Helena. I'd of fucked her in the ring if she'd let me! And I could not stop looking in her eyes, even though it was clear she was pissed off and about to do me harm.
"You ready!?" Helena shouted, moving at me swiftly, gloves raised.
"If you want what I got!"
I launched at Helena, firing at her partially exposed mid section. When she pulled down her arms defensively, I hammered her jaw.
Helena retreated, giving me the opportunity to land more body shots. When Helena toppled onto the ropes, I uncorked an upper cut on her chin.
For a few seconds, Helena was still, eyes registering nothing. She swayed slightly and then exhaled as she collapsed. I started the count immediately.
Helena wasn't asleep, but instead stared at me, blinking her eyes. At "FIVE!" her blond head jerked and wobbled side to side until she focused. "How...?" Helena sat up deliberately, still unsteady, but aware the count was coming to a finish.
"Okay...Tommy...you want it...okay..."she said, when she was standing in front of me, cheating defeat by one number. Helena stared at me serenely. "You want it....well...me, too!"
Helena came at me again, possessed by the stare of a woman who wants to fuck. My arms went to my sides and Helena began beating me, muttering "Good boy! Good boy!"
Each direct hit I absorbed was a caress. "You feel it, Tommy!" The violent cockiness of Helena's voice drained whatever resistance I had left. I thought of her naked body, which became more and more real to me as my mind succumbed to the punches.
"You should have taken me while I was down!" yelled Helena. "Now I'm taking you!"
When her last punch did its job, I embraced the warm oblivion.

The next morning, Helena told me I was out cold for ten minutes.
 "You had a stupid grin on your face and a woody like I've never seen on a man I knocked out!" she explained as she got dressed. "I brought myself off on your face." she added from the kitchen. I woke in her dressing room at the Amazonia as Helena was whipping my face with a towel. We fucked three times before going to her apartment for the rest of the night. While we ate breakfast, Helena confessed that she wasn't sure what turned her on more: knocking me out for the count or getting her own lights put out. When she lead me back to her bedroom, I knew the truth.

The Gates of Paradise - Round Two

When I returned to the conscious world, I was seated against a turnbuckle, my shorts at my feet and erect penis in Helena's grasp. A minute passed before I was coherent enough to speak.
"Hey?...wha..ya...do...?'
"Jerking you off, Tommy!" Helena chirped. "I was just about to start ejaculation number six."
I felt sated and dopey. And angry! I wanted put one on Helena's jaw, see how she enjoys a sudden nap! Her hand picked up speed and rhythm and half a minute later I was brought to a massive orgasm. As I groaned, I wondered if I was falling for Helena.
She got a towel from a gym bag, cleaned her hands and then whipped the cum from my dick. Helena pulled my shorts to my waist and kissed me. "I'll be in my corner when you're ready for more..."
Watching her adorable little ass as she walked away, I put off the sucker punch idea indefinitely.
Scaling up the ropes carefully, I was standing and ready to give Helena some payback.

We grappled a few minutes as I struggled to position the slender blond for her sleeper. As before, she moved fast, slipping from my hold each time I had her trapped. In frustration, I ceased her arms and flung Helena into the ropes. As she stumbled back, I clothes lined her just below the chin.
Helena froze on her feet. I stepped behind her and placed my arms around her neck in a classic sleeper.
"Lights out, luscious!" I whispered in her ear, pulling my arms closer together. Helena cursed and grunted, tearing with her hands at my fore arms, while striking my shins with the soles of her feet.
"Feeling it coming on, Helena?! Darkness is about to hit you like a ton of bricks!"
The cursing was slower now, and more desperate, inhaling at longer intervals. The power in her arms and legs was draining.
Tightening the hold a little more, I lowered Helena into a sitting position between my legs. One at a time, her arms fell away, slapping against my bare thighs. 
I tilted my head forward to see Helena's mouth was partially hanging open and her eyelids fluttering. With a resigned "Ahhhhh..." Helena was out in my arms.
Carefully, I placed her on the canvas. Except for the gentle rising and falling of her petite breasts, she was motionless. Pining her shoulders back, I gave Helena a ten count and then thumbed her eyelids. Nothing but white.
"You're fucking gone!" I said to her passively sleeping face. I pulled down her white panties. I never felt so powerful the moment I looked at her pussy. Helena was beautiful, prone in front of me, completely exposed.. I sat back and smiled. Kissing her labia, my finger gently penetrated her, probing for her clit. I brought my opponent off three times. The fourth orgasm jolted her back to consciousness, disoriented and gasping for air.
"You asshole!!" she roared. Helena looked at me as if she was uncertain who I was and then pulled me into a hard kiss. She was confused again and leaped to her feet, pulling up her panties. "We're even and we're settling this with gloves!"

The Gates of Paradise - First Round

Helena wanted to go best of three falls, knockouts only.
"Sleepers." she added when we talked over the match at the coffee place near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Sure." I answered.
I liked mixed boxing better, but wrestling with a woman like Helena? At her suggestion? I didn't care that she is a specialist with the sleeper hold. Challengers, male or female, got in the ring with Helena and each was either carried out over her shoulder or she abandoned them to wake on the canvas, head spinning. It didn't matter - I was sending her to La La Land!
"When I knock you out the second time, do you want me to carry you to your dressing room?"
Helena replied with a smirk that was more like a pout and turned her brown eyes on me in mock hostility. "I haven't decided how I'm going to put you under, Tommy." Helena purred. "Maybe I'll wrap my arms around your neck nice and tight or a leg scissors so you can explore my pussy while you're going out."
I let my imagination run with that visual.  I felt good at the prospect of Helena wrestling naked.
"Ten p.m. at the Amazonia?" she asked, peering into my eyes.
"Fine by me! Reserve a private ring for two hours?"
"Perfect." Helena pushed the check across the table to me. "Thanks for the coffee, Tom."

Helena played to her every advantage.  She was standing in her corner of the ring when I arrived. A pleasant surprise. Often female opponents made me wait five minutes before appearing. The skimpy white bra, panties and fish nets flattered her slender figure. I received the same smirk-pout from the day before as I climbed in between the ropes.
"You ready for it?' I asked, moving toward her cautiously, arms half extended.
"I'm ready for all you got!"
Helena moved fast, letting me be the pursuer. Suddenly, she turned to me in mid stride, projecting the point of her elbow into my chin.
I saw stars long enough for Helena to grab my right arm, pull me to her and hammer my solar plexus. I jack knifed in pain. Helena slammed the length of her arm under my chin. I was on my knees staring at the ceiling.
Abruptly yanking me up, Helena socked my jaw.
I was groggy, laying on the canvas, gazing up at Helena, who nodded her head with satisfaction, while unhooking the snaps from stockings and removing her panties. "Come here, boy! The Gates of Paradise are about to open for you!"
Helena flipped me on my stomach, lifting my head as she opened her thighs underneath my chin. She lowered my face into her pussy and closed her thighs around my throat. I snapped back to reality as the soft, brown hairs caress my face.
An expertly delivered sleeper hold works fast and Helena had plenty of practice. I pulled and slapped at her legs. Nothing worked. Helena constricted her quadriceps. I went light headed.
"Tommy?! Say 'nighty-night'!" Helena tenderly brushed my hair. "Just let go, lover, you're getting knocked out cold anyway!"
My brain obeyed, letting my limbs go limp. The world was quieter now. I could barely hear Helena say, "Are you going to dream about me?"
I moaned into her labia just as her thighs clinched again. My vision flickered with images of fucking my last girlfriend, Julianna. I slept face down in the Gates of Paradise.

Jenny in Dreamalnd

"Only a wuse falls for the pussy that knocked him out!"
Jenny and I were facing each other in a ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, waiting for the bell.
A week earlier, Jenny fought me to knock out in the sixth round. I slept for five minutes. I wanted Jenny before I stepped in the ring, I woke up aching to fuck her.
Dressed in black shorts and sports bra, Jenny gave me the same leg show as she did the last time we boxed. I have a fetish for females in boxing gear and Asian women and that afternoon, Jenny was both. I kept struggling to focus.
"Maybe today will be different." I suggested, peering into Jenny's face, which was round and open. She had done her eye lids up in muted blue that blended with her midnight black hair.
"No, not really, Lewis. You're just going to sleep...again"
The bell clanged, followed by Emma the Ref's shout "Fight!"
Jenny immediately slugged me. I never felt myself sink to the canvas.

Jenny had a cute, girlish laugh, like all her giggles tumbled on top of each other. I heard it as I slept on my back and then as my eyes opened. Emma the Ref told me later that I mumbled like an idiot as I emerged from Dreamland, my head lolling from left to right.
Jenny got in my face as Emma guided me to the recovery room. "He's still asleep! He's dreaming! You dreaming about it, Lewis?! Want it in your face?"
Jenny's question followed me into blackness.

Emma called me stupid to expect anything more than a beating from Jenny.
"If I thought you had a chance against, I wouldn't be so critical," explained Emma, after I came around. "To be honest, she's the better boxer."
That was a fact. If I won a match or lost, I didn't care, as long as Jenny, or a girl like her, put out.
To my surprise, Jenny took me up on the offer of dinner. She seemed to think she was dominate in our relationship. She even indulged me and wore red boxing gloves to bed.
"Jen, I want to ask you a favor."
Rolling over, Jenny stretched like a cat and looked at me with dewy eyed contentment. "What, Lewis?"
"Let's have one more fight. Knockouts only!" Jenny broke out laughing. "A third try? I think all the sex I gave you last night has turned your brain to mush!"
"Come on, you won twice, you can again. You enjoyed it!"
From the gleam in Jenny's eyes I could tell she loved the idea, even though she resisted a few more minutes. I arranged for the third match that afternoon.

"I'm confused," Emma admitted to me as we watched Jenny climb into her corner. "You already fucked her, she's just going beat you up."
"How do you know we fucked?"
"Women brag, it's the thing we all have in common."
I always found Emma's acceptance of human nature refreshing, but this time she was looking at me suspiciously, like she was reading my thoughts.
The bell rang and I moved out, faster than Jenny anticipated. She retreated, raising her gloves to her face defensively. I fired at her midsection two punches. The first bounced off her elbows, but my second pounded her solar plexus. Jenny gasped in agony.  My from the hip upper cut detonated on her chin.
Jenny gaped at me, eyes surprised and then uncertain. She probably never saw anything. Jenny dropped into Emma's extended arms.
Emma stared at me. "She fucks you all night and you do this?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"It's a great thing Jenny doesn't actually like you. Get her legs."
We carried Jenny, a boxing rag doll, back to her corner. Emma thumbed her eyelids, revealing solid whites.
"She's in La La Land!"
A few minutes later, Jenny sighed and began a slow emergence from my KO punch, like a surfacing diver.

Kidnapped by Kiki - The Finish

                                                

Both fighters were heavily aroused as they boxed. Tom, because he was trading punches with a naked woman. Kiki because she always got turned on by hitting a male, her aggression fueled by the certainty that the match would end with Tom sleeping.
It's how he wants it, she thought, landing a combination to Tom's skull.
Tom fought with a disadvantage that Kiki discovered watching him box at the Amazonia. Studying him in the ring with female opponents, Kiki saw he never cunt busted and avoided tit punching whenever possible. With the size of Kiki's chest, Tom would lean down to land shots to her torso. You keep that up, boy! Kiki thought, beginning to time how long he let himself be exposed. Then she stepped toward her opponent.
WHAM!
POW!
WHACK!
Tom was dazed by the brutal attack. He tried to raise his arms in defense, but Kiki hit too fast. After battering his midsection a few more times, Kiki unloaded on his jaw.
Tom felt himself fly upward and then crash painfully on his back. He started blinking, desperate to focus. He saw Kiki climbing on top of him, her right arm pulled back.
Then Tom was on his feet, Kiki dog walking him, saying "Just a few more steps, honey..." but he understood nothing. All he could do was let his numb body drift under Kiki's control until he came to a stop.
"Okay, Tom, this is the moment!" Kiki stated, leveling Tom's head so they saw eye to eye. "You've always wanted a big tited woman to beat you up and knock you out. Here it comes!"
Kiki retracted her right fist again, but lowered it when she saw Tom smiling. She clasped his face and gave him a long kiss, something she'd never down to a man she was fighting no matter how horny she had become.
Clarity began seeping to Tom's brain and the full effect of the kiss registered. "Kiki...you said..."
BAM!
It was dark again for awhile.

Kiki lay next to Tom on the bed in the room next to her office. She brought herself to orgasm twice while staring at the unconscious Tom. He woke feeling dizzy, but when he was coherent, he told Kiki how beautiful she was. Kiki put one arm around Tom's shoulder, while the free hand began working his dick, which needed little encouragement.
"I bet you say that to all the girls who knock you out..."

An hour later, Tom was blissful. Kiki was not sure if she had just fallen for Tom.
"Get your money's worth?" she asked, rolling over.
"Every penny!"
Kikii sat up and reached for the panties on the floor. "Wait, Kiki, one last thing!"
Tom was on his knees in front of the fighter, placing his palms gently on her knees. Kiki hesitated, about to remind Tom the session was over. Instead, she pressed his head between her thighs. Her entire upper body arched back as Tom penetrated her with his tongue pressing on her clit. At first, only sharp gasps passed from her mouth, but quickly she caught enough breath to call her lover a "fucking slut!" until Kiki's massive orgasm erupted and she flopped on her back.
Kiki kept Tom's head in place and delivered a harsh neck chop. Tom sagged into her pussy and went to sleep.
"You'll go with any hole!" she insisted to the prone male. "As long as they glove up and fuck you up!"

Kiki carried Tom and the digital flash card that held the complete record of their bout out to her car. Thirty minutes later, she dumped him on his own bed. Leaving the flash card on kitchen table, Kiki knew she was in love with Tom.

Kidnapped by Kiki - Part One

As it was early Saturday morning, Tom answered the back door casually. When he opened the door, he immediately recognized black haired Kiki from The Amazonia Boxing Club, where they both worked out. She wore a bikini and her 34 HHH breasts seized Tom's complete attention. For a moment she stood silent, smiling, her hands behind her back.

"Good morning, Tom!"

Kiki's voice was sweet and inviting.

"Kiki!" sputtered Tom, unable to conceal his surprise and arousal. "I...good...I..."

"Good night, Tom!"

All Tom saw was Kiki's right fist stretch back behind her head as far as her arm could go. He had no memory of the thrown punch itself, just the painful impact. The he was in blackness.   

Kiki got her biggest thrill when a guy's head went back from a punch, followed by an eye roll. Tom provided all that and landed on the kitchen floor, lights out. Kiki saw no neighbors in the area, so she stepped over Tom and went inside.

Tom's brain woke slowly from the straight right to his chin. There was a cool breeze on his face from the partially open passenger side window. It felt relaxing and Tom was content for a minute.

"Oh, my jaw!" he groaned, as the physical consequences of a KO returned to his face. When his eyes opened, he saw he was in a moving car, being driven by a now topless Kiki. Christ her tits are incredible!, he thought. They'd make great pillows! His thoughts were still not organized.

Kiki glanced a few times at the groggy male, dressed in gym shorts and a white T-shirt.

"Hey, Tom, look at me, sweetie!"

The car had come to a stop at a red light. Tom swerved his head slightly.

"Good boy! Now, go back to sleep!"

WHAP!

The lights in Tom's brain went out again. Kiki laughed at what an easy KO Tom was. When the signal turned green, Kiki stomped on the accelerator.

Kiki tossed the still out cold Tom over her shoulder and carried him across the narrow parking lot behind the Caldor Plaza on Route 46. The stores in the strip mall had not opened, so no one saw her transport her burden inside the abandoned "Curvies" aerobics center that Kiki rented for her own use. Once inside, she moved Tom to the large windowless backroom, that housed a large boxing ring and some folding chairs. Next to bigger space, were two smaller rooms. One was her business office, the other contained a queen size bed , a first aid kit on the wall and a large mirror secured to the ceiling.

Settling Tom on a folding chair in one corner of the ring, Kiki got a small digital camera attached to a tripod from her office and positioned it facing the combat area. Assured the battery was charged, she adjusted the focus to a close up of the entire ring. Retrieving the first aid kit, she leaped through the ropes and bounded at Tom.

"Wake up, sweetie!" she cooed, lightly slapping Tom's face. He didn't stir, so Kiki smacked him harder. A long moan came from deep within Tom, but no movement. Kiki snapped a tab of smelling salts by Tom's nose and he jolted back to the conscious world.
"Wha...?"
"I kidnapped you, Tom. Don't you remember?"
Tom shook his head slowly. "No..."
"In fact, I knocked you out twice. Feeling horny yet?"
 The abductee groaned a second time. Kiki planted a gentle kiss where she had slugged him in the car. She began pulling boxing gloves on his hands.
"Why the hell am I here?"
"So we can fight! I've seen you boxing women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, its why you joined right? Fight a woman and maybe get laid, that's you plan, right?"
Tom nodded reluctantly. "Yeah."
"Well, now you are mine and I am going to completely fuck you up. If I knock you out, which I will, you belong to me! If by chance you put me down for the count, you're free. You walk right out that door with me flat on the canvas. Agreed?"
"Yes, but its just that.."
His captor's intense kiss interrupted Tom. "Cheer up, I'm a great fuck. I've had lots of practice! I'm going to change for the match!"

While he waited for Kiki's return, Tom contemplated the outfits he'd like to see her wearing when they boxed. He was stunned when she reappeared, wearing nothing but black boxing gloves, moving in a slow strut to the ring, banging her fists together.

"Now don't get any ideas, Tom!" 

Ideas were all Tom had.

His face dissolved into lust when he saw Kiki's bare, long legs, between which nestled the soft black hair of her pussy. Being a breast man, Tom's vision went up her flat stomach to her 44 HHH breasts, pink nipples stiff but pert.

I know you want to be knocked out by a naked woman!"

YES! Tom screamed internally, impulsively slugging Kiki, snapping her head sideways. She blinked in surprise

"Come here, you asshole!" Kiki purred and the fight erupted.