Bruja

Helena selected Will after a few tries with other men at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The previous candidates, all of them great fucks, were ordinary, not particularly handsome or physically impressive. Helena had learned that men like those gave her the most sexual pleasure. But they didn't provide the one thing she craved most: an orgasm induced vision.
Will was searching, also. Will wanted a female who would beat him in combat, but that he could overwhelm in bed. In both pursuits, Will favored older women and black and Asian college girls, so his sudden infatuation with Helena baffled him.
Helena, skinny and lose limbed, had a small chest and lips that pouted even when she was happy. Helena had no idea what the vision was she sought, but when it hit, she'd know it.

Helena could have put her victim out with one shot, but she slipped behind Will, who she had just dazed with a clothesline, and raised her arms behind his head.
The softness of Helena's arms snaking around his throat sent furious warmth through Will. He went faint, fought through it and his hands pulled at Helena's arms.
"You feel it, boy!?" Helena whispered in Will's ear, huskily stressing "boy."
Dizziness spread in Will's body. Bending one knee at a time, Helena sat Will on the canvas and pulled him tightly against her chest.
Heavy as lead weights, Will's arms fell on Helena's bare thighs. Helena loosened the sleeper hold slightly.
"Want a short nap, Will? Or do I send you to the place dreams come from?"
Will wanted to fuck Helena, he felt so controlled.
"Dre...emes..."
Helena flexed her right bicep into Will's neck. Will's head tilted against her arm and he was knocked out.
Helena pinned Will's shoulders for a ten count. Reaching in the front of Will's trunks, Helena fingered his hard on. She gave Will a long kiss and murmured "I love you" in his ear.

Will didn't see Helena until the Saturday, when they spent the weekend in his town house. Emma the Ref and Wes carried Will from the ring to the recovery room, which Helena watched with intense gratification.
Out cold for five minutes, Will dreamed of a three way with Helena, his last girlfriend Jasmine and himself. Jasmine wore the same ankh around her neck that she did in real life.
Will struggle to break both women with sex, but only succeeded with Jasmine. For days after recovering from the sleeper, Will's reality would shift to the three way dream. Jasmine would be curled up once again in feline repose against Will's chest, faintly smiling, while Helena lay stretched out on the bed, her narrow eyes watching everything Will did.
Late Sunday morning Helena got dressed standing. Next to Will, who lay on his bed. He still wanted more sex with her, but he was too spent to pull his lover down to the mattress.
Knowing Will wanted conquest even more than pleasure, Helena allowed him nearly complete freedom with her body. Orgasms tore through her, creating a tender affection for his prowess.
"You were great Will! I'm glad I'm in love with you." Helena gave Will a hungry kiss. "But you'll never own me. No man has done that yet."
Will felt like he'd been knifed as he watched Helena walk out, over night bag swaying over her shoulder.

The rematch, boxing this time, happened two weeks later. Helena felt confident in her corner, dressed in tight white shorts and a T-shirt. She was sure Will would do nothing but stare at her legs and that she would punch him out before round five was finished.
To Will's annoyance, Helena absorbed what punishment his gloves delivered. For three rounds Will battered Helena relentlessly, certain she would crumple to the canvas unconscious. But she answered every punch from Will with another. When the pair were in a clinch Helena would torment Will with the details of how much she loved him.
In round four, Will lodged a left to her head. In the few seconds Helena's head lowered to the side, Will's right swung up and hammered her chin.
Helena's body floated off the canvas an inch and her eyes drifted shut. Helena was already seeing shooting stars as she hit the canvas, back first. Sleep washed over the girl boxer like the incoming tide. She slept through the 10 count and then longer, a warm sensation coursing through her body in the blackness.

The bout was Helena's first experience of defeat. She woke with a powerful feeling of release that clung to her the day after the match. When she called Will on the phone she told him in fevered, girlish tones that she had to see him as soon as possible.

Will yanked Helena from the doorway and pulled her firmly into his room, shoving her on the bed. Each one undressed with precision, staring straight into the other's eyes.
"You were out cold on your ass!" Will said. "What did you dream of?'
Helena ignored the question and clasped Will's red erection and pulled it and Will to her. Helena face contorted with pleasure like a soldier just wounded. Helena clasped the back of Will's head and pulled his hair deliberately. Will answered by thrusting harder into Helena, making her shout.
When the orgasm hit Helena, the bedroom spun away and she was consumed by a searing whiteness that burned her eyes.
"I...you...Will..." Helena gasped and her head tilted back a final time as she blacked out.
Will settled Helena's head on some pillows and the girl, utterly asleep and content, dreamed of leaping tigers until the morning.

Women in Love

Mark landed a punishing gut shot Veronica wasn't expecting that doubled her over. Her eyes wide with pain and shock, she never saw Mark's left-right combination slam her face. The grogginess caused by the punches blunted his follow through upper cut, but did not diminish the effects.
Veronica staggered backward to the ropes, her entire body stretched out, chin pointed in the air. Eyes shut and legs going rubbery, Veronica's feet shot from the canvas and she dropped into the ropes.
In the seconds it took for the woman's ass to reach the canvas, her arms went limp and warm darkness covered her.
While Veronica slumbered through Mark's ten count, gloved fists on her bare thighs, Veronica wandered in a dreamland of bright blurry lights and colorful pinwheels. An intense sensation of release flooded her body. This was the first time in five years of boxing that Veronica had been knocked out cold. She enjoyed the experience.

Mark's arms were supporting Veronica when the lights and pinwheels faded.
"Slowly now Veronica!" the young man urged. Why slowly? Veronica asked herself.
Veronica's legs were unsteady and weak and she had to lean on Mark as he walked her to the stool in her corner. Veronica collapsed against the turnbuckle, stars still popping in her vision.
"How you feeling?" Mark asked Veronica, starting to untie her red boxing gloves
"How do I feel?"
A few seconds of fruitless thought followed.
"What happened to me?"
Mark laughed out loud.

Veronica and Mark fucked at Veronica's house. They went until morning. At some point during the night, Veronica couldn't say when, she fell in love with Mark.
Their match had only lasted one round. Mark was a lanky, almost skinny boy in his twenties. Veronica didn't think he'd amount to much as a boxer, so she didn't take his challenge too seriously. Skinny amateur looking to get laid she decided as they faced each other before the match started. Well, if it happens, it happens.
For most of the night Mark was on top, another first for Veronica. The orgasms hit her like cartoon punches and she was seeing stars again in the morning.
When Veronica suggested they keep this up, Mark agreed. He was attracted to older women.

The fling went for two months. Mark would fuck Veronica nearly senseless and then cook her breakfast. Veronica walked around, half dancing, feeling the buoyant joy she had not experienced since she was a teenager. The lovers boxed once more in those weeks. Mark was considerate of his lover this time. The match lasted two rounds. Mark worked Veronica thoroughly in the first and put her to sleep early in the second.

Veronica was in an euphoric mood when Alma approached her.
The two women had a lot in common. They were in their forties, big chested with well developed thighs. They both were boxers.
"Veronica Mitchell?!" Alma asked with a noticeable Spanish accent.
"Yeah..."
Veronica was very uneasy at the question.
"Do you know Mark! Mark Baldwin!?"
"No! I don't know any..."
Alma's fist cracked low on Veronica's jaw, spinning her to the floor.
"I think you do!"
Alma pulled Veronica back up and slugged her in the mid section. "I think you know him VERY well!!"
Veronica "UGGH!!"ed loudly and another punch grounded her. Alma spat the words "puta" and "pera" at her victim, which Veronica barely understood.
Planted on her ass Veronica stared with glassy eyes up at her attacker.
Alma saw Veronica was ready for the message she wanted to give her.
"Listen to me good, puta!" Alma nearly shouted in Veronica's face after standing her up. "Mark is mine! Get your own man!"
Veronica never saw or felt the punch that knocked her spark out. There was yelling and then she was asleep.
Alma's left upper cut threw her against the wall. Veronica slid down with a listlessness Alma found very satisfying.

Satan's Angels - The Finish

"Hey, hey..handsome...!"
Max felt his face being ligthly slapped. Soft female fingers working in unison with a soothing voice brought him back to consciousness.
Aria Evan's face broke into a wide smile when Max's eyes opened completely. "Agent Max, nice to have you back!"
Max knew he was seated, but he could not move his legs or arms. His wrists and ankles were bound by thin plastic strips. In her right hand, Aria held the cup of champagne Max gave her 15 minutes earlier. "Slipped me a mickey in the champagne?"
Aria poured the gold, fizzy liquid on the carpet. "Do you think I'm stupid?" She bounced the cup off Max's face. "Of course you do!"
Aria pulled a chair up to Max, turning it around so she could rest her arms on the back of the chair.
"Roxana and I knew there was something wrong when Cathy was gone for three days," Aria said. "Cathy can go goofy for a guy, but she never misses a staff meeting. Did you drug her Shirley Temple?"
Max was annoyed. "Gassed her with a snoozer, put her right out."
Aria held up Max's cell phone-snoozer. "Mean this?" She pitched the snoozer against the wall and it shattered.
"My next guess? You sponsored Cathy for the rehabilitation program?"
"Yeah."
"So it's love? Cathy finally laid the man of her dreams?" Aria leapt to her feet, taking a small knife from her back pocket. "That's too bad, because we're going to see Roxanna!"
Max felt the plastic strip around his wrist give as he pulled his hands apart slightly. Aria turned the blade in Max's face, laughed happily, and cut the restraints on his ankles.
"Get up!" she ordered.
As he stood, the poorly connected strip on his wrists came loose and his arms were free.
For a moment, Aria turned her back to Max to collect her bag from the bed, all the time Max needed to land a chop on the bad girl's neck.
She groaned and staggered. Max quickly swung her around and slugged Aria low on the jaw.
The room went quiet and a soft darkness pressed down Aria's eyelids. She fought to stay standing, but the urge to sleep was stronger. Max put Aria on the couch and secured her wrists and feet.

Still knocked out cold, Aria was wheeled out of the motel room by two Justice Force agents. Agent Miki examined the disheveled room ruefully. "Looks like you had a good night, anyway!"
Max ignore her sarcasm. "How is Cathy?"
"Doing well, ready to graduate from prohibition in a month. You miss her?"
Max expected news of his attachment to Cathy Hazlitt to get around Justice Force, just not this fast. Well, they are female crime fighters.
"Nothing on Roxanna?"
"Nope," Miki replied. "The trail is dead."

In fact Roxanna had vanished completely. The safe house her organization used was cleaned out and abandoned. Agent Miki suggested Roxanna had fled to a country, likely below Mexico, that had no extradition treaty with America.
So Max was paid for his efforts and told to wait for his next assignment. Max felt a little bored and lonely since Cathy would not be paroled by Justice Force for another month. Hearing that his friend Zack had gone to Vegas with "a job," Max took care of project he'd been meaning to get to.

"What is this custom of giving women alcohol to drink while dining?" asked Scarlet Vixen as they sat in Max's favorite Italian restaurant, Zapatelli's. Vixen, recruited from the Amazon Sisterhood to Justice Force, had recovered from the beating Aria had given her a few weeks earlier. Max had invited her to dinner on the pretext of discussing a few ideas he had about getting Zack out of his life of crime.
Vixen jumped at the idea.
"You must know that alcohol impairs female judgement!" she admonished sternly. Max wondered what streak of insanity made him think he could nail Scarlet Vixen.
"Does it? Really?" Max responded. "Let me ask you, Athena: Why do you find Zack so attractive despite the obvious fact he's a thief and you're a crime fighter?"
Vixen's face twisted with thought. "He's really sexy, when I see him, i melt inside, he's like..manly!"
"Now, as far as you're concerned, do I possess those attractive qualities to same degree as Zack?"
Vixen concentrated again and frowned slightly. "I'm afraid not as much..."
"Exactly!" Max caught their waiter's attention. "Another Manhattan for the lady...thanks!"

Max returned, alone, to his apartment. He was disturbed more by the fact he actually thought he could get Vixen drunk and in bed, than that the attempt failed.
He flicked on his living room light and felt something hard strike his head. Then the living room light went out.

The black fog that filled Max's eyes focused into Roxanna, who pointed a gun in his face.
"Hello Agent Max!" Roxanna sneered. "Here I was thinking you were just a harmless fling...you seemed like a harmless non entity I could fuck and then beat up!"
"Hi Roxanna...ohhhh...we've been looking for you..."
"I bet! I knew my organization had been compromised by Justice Force when Cathy disappeared." Roxanna chambered a bullet in her pistol. "So I sent Aria after you and Scarlet Vixen to buy me time to cover my tracks. Too bad, Aria was a very effective member of our team, but she had to be sacrificed."
Roxanna pressed the pistol barrel on Max's forehead. "Too bad you and the reformed Miss Cathy won't get a happy ending!"
Roxanna pulled back the hammer on the automatic.
"But I'll be enjoying mine in Argentina! Buenos noches, Max!"
WHAP!!
A blow jerked Roxanna's head sideways. The pistol slipped from her grip and fell harmlessly to the floor. The bad girl glanced down at the gun, smiled and hit the floor herself.
Where Roxana stood was Scarlet Vixen, a sap in her hand.
"You were trying to seduce me, weren't you, Max!"
"Scarlet! Glad you could make it!" Max rose warily to his feet. "Thanks for taking out Roxy here! Help me move her."
As they carried the unconscious Roxanna to the couch, Scarlet Vixen continued to upbraid Max on his intentions earlier in the evening.

Kitsune

Kitsune's ears curved weirdly beneath her shinny black hair. Jon saw her one spring afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club as she was hitting the heavy bag. Kitsune moved around the bag as if it were prey she couldn't let escape. Jon could only admire her firm ass and legs in the black speedos until she shifted position and faced him.
Jon was shaken by Kitsune's round, narrow face and close set brown eyes that sat high in her cheek bones, eyes that focused on the heavy bag and on everything around Kitsune at the same time. When the girl looked at Jon, the ferocity on the punching bag increased.
Speaking to Kitsune a few days later, Jon thought her voice was clear and intelligent, but the girl spoke rapidly and slipped away from Jon if he appeared to move to close to her.
Two weeks later Jon and Kitsune fucked in Jon's apartment. Jon marveled happily at how fast Kitsune moved - they had coffee after her sparring session and then went straight to Jon's bedroom.
Jon operated on the sometimes accurate premise that he ruled his own bedroom. But this time, Kitsune dominated him from the instant they hit the bed. Kitsune fucked as fast as she moved in the ring. After their last orgasm, Jon tried to find out what part of Asia Kitsune came from since her accent wasn't American.
"I'm from all over," said Kitsune dreamily. "Japan, China, Korea..."
Running his fingers gently through his lover's hair as she lay on top of him, her chin on his chest, Jon ignored that her reply wasn't an answer.
"We're going to fight tomorrow night," she declared. "And I'm going to fuck you up!"
Her words sounded like a promise to Jon.

At first Jon thought Kitsune would be an easy match. She was light and fast on her feet and Jon knew not to be complacent in the boxing ring against a small woman, but knew he had a weight and height advantage. This little one can run and dodge all she likes, he thought. One good punch with everything behind it and this fight is over.
Kitsune banged her black boxing gloves against Jon's and began to prowl around him.
"Have you ever been knocked out, Kitsune? I can do it, you know?"
Kitsune's small nose twitched as she answered, "I will knock you out, lover!"
They traded shots, the tempo increasing with each round. Jon hammered a right hook to the side of Kitsune's head, landing her on the canvas.
for a few moments, the dazed girl lay on her back, blinking her eyes. When Kitsune sat up, glove pressed to her right eye, Jon stopped the count.
"Want to go on?" asked Jon, reaching down to Kitsune. She stared intently up at him as she permitted him to pull her to her feet.
Agsin they circled each other, Kitsune making short jumps at Jon, who moved backward, baffled by the girl's attack. One punch caught his jaw and Jon stumbled to the ropes. As he corrected himself, Kitsune delivered a left-right combination to Jon's head.
The blows spun Jon's vision and he never saw and only barely felt the left upper cut cracking on his jaw. Jon went light headed and in an instant he was unconscious.

Flat on his back, Jon glimpsed the hind legs and white tipped tail of a red fox disappear out the doors of the gym as lights surged brightly and bleed into darkness.

Jon went to the refurbished mammal exhibit at the city zoo with his sister and niece. The excited 12 year old tugged her indulgent uncle by the hand, making sure they visited the Big Cats first (two tigers, two pumas and a pride of lions) and then the canids. The tour came to an abrupt halt at the red fox enclosure, where's Jon's niece searcher for the concealed occupant.
"Newly arrived Red Fox (Volpus volpus) vixen, one year old" Jon read from the plaque mounted on the rail around the exhibit.
"Where? I don't see her?" his niece said. Hearing human voices, the vixen bounded from her lair and darted across the grounds of the enclosure. She vanished behind a large rock.
"There she is!" The young girl pointed to a pair of sharp ears slowly rising behind the crest of a stone. The animal's narrowed eyes fixed on Jon. The vixen had a bruise on the side of her face.
Jon stared back at the fox until she began to growl and yip. Jon's niece laughed out loud.
"She's mad at you, Uncle Jon!"

Kitsune vanished for awhile from the Amazonia after the bout with Jon, who wanted a rematch. The day after his zoo trip, he got a call from her. Kitsune wanted to know if Jon wanted another fight.
"I promise not to knock you out so fast this time," she added. As he agreed, Jon felt lust and anger burst inside.

"You still have that shiner!" Jon said between punches that flew between the couple.
"Slow to heal!" Kitsune replied with repressed anger.
Jon put a few punches on the bruise, hoping to throw Kitsune off balance. It worked.
Kitsune staggered to the right two paces, leaving her open long enough for Jon to hammer her mid section. Kitsune violently crouched over and Jon followed up with a right to her chin. A loud "SMACK!" echoed from a second blow to her jaw.
Edging the confused girl to the ropes, Jon fired rapid punches all around Kitsune's small body. He littered headshots between body blows. Kitsune desperately wanted to fight her way out of the corner, but Jon kept her pinned.
Kitsune collapsed to the canvas from a harsh shot to her jaw. Seated and wobbly, the girl stared blankly in a daze.
She rattled her lovely head back and forth, blinking her eyes furiously. Jon moved away as Kitsune pushed herself to stand.
"We over?" asked Jon, raising his fists.
"Never!" Kitsune barked, still in pain.
"Good!"
Jon closed in as soon as Kitsune put up her gloves defensively.
Punches glided between her arms, detonating on her skull. The ring tilted, almost tipping up side down. Seeing Kitsune's eyes were glassy and unmoving, Jon slowed up his assault, rationing his body blows, waiting for Kitsune to fall.
Now out on her feet Kitsune made clumsy, tired swings at Jon, who pushed the spent fighter into a turnbuckle. The only audible sounds were the leather of Jon's gloves hiting Kitsune and her faint moans.
Jon tilted Kitsune's chin upright and closed the girl's mouth.
WHAP!!!
Kitsune's eyes fluttered twice and closed shut. Her legs and then her entire body turned to rubber and the girl boxer struck the canvas.

Deep in a profound knockout, Kitsune's body shivered. Jon watched in astonishment as the girl transformed into a red fox, which lay prone at Jon's feet. Removing his gloves, he checked the creature's pulse which was steady. He lifted the vixen in his hands and carried her to the recovery room.
The vixen lay on the bed for a minute before stirring and yipping. As the vixen woke, she transformed back to Kitsune. Sitting up, the girl boxer smiled at the baffled human. A moment passed and he smiled in return.

Ursula's Back!

Ursula was out of Sam's life for six years when she strutted through the Amazonia Boxing Club, dressed in a high cut, black, one piece bathing suit.
Some things about her had changed, but the important features that Sam kept in his memory were unaltered.
Ursula had reached 42 with her legs long and smooth and her breasts still generous and firm. Her dyed blond hair was still cut short to her head.
But Sam also noted some changes to his former live-in girlfriend; primarily that she was a lot richer then when Ursula left him.
A limousine driven by a tall, beautiful, elegantly uniformed Asian girl named Kitsune brought Ursula to and from the Amazonia. Kitsune also served as a valet, carrying Ursula's boxing gear into the women's locker rooms, standing in her corner when her mistress fought and having her change of cloths when the match was over. It was Kitsune who told Max Ursula wanted to see him.

Kitsune lead him to the dressing room Ursula was using after a match that afternoon.
"Sam, did you see my fight?" asked Ursula as if six years weren't between them.
"Sure, Ursula, nice to see you again..."
Lust flared in Sam as it always did when Ursula stressed her Danish accent.
"They had to carry her out of the ring, when I was done with her...Desiree was the little girl's name..."
Sam had witnessed the match, that was four rounds of Ursula pounding the young girl and a fifth dedicated to knocking her out. Desiree's first real boxing match had been with Sam. He had also knocked the beginner out cold, but he enjoyed the night they spent together after the bout. They stayed friends since then and seeing Desiree unconscious in the recovery room just made Sam madder at Ursula.
"What do you want?" Sam asked.
"I want to fight a guy. You remember how fun that was for both of us?" Ursula's eyes narrowed on Sam. "Let's have a match up?!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
Sam's response was flat "You ditched with no regard for how I felt, for some rich asshole!"
"I think you'd still fuck me, Sam?" Ursula purred. "Fighting me should be easy for you."
"I don't want to fight you!" Sam turned for the door, but Kitsune grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.
"I can make you want to fight me," taunted Ursula, raising her fists playfully.
"Forget it!"
"Be that way..."
Sam saw Ursula clinch her face in anticipation as her right fist sailed at him
THWAP!!!
Sam dropped unconscious into Kitsune's extended arms.
"Excellent punch, mistress!" the valet said.
"Thank you, Kitsune." Ursula lifted her former lover's legs and the pair carried him out of the dressing room.

Sam enjoyed the rain that was falling all over him. He ignored the girls' laughter until he realized he wasn't dreaming any longer. His eyes opened completely, revealing ten women in various states of undress at the entrance to the women's shower. They were giggling loudly. Sam saw the shower spraying down on him and then noticed his jeans were down at his knees and his penis cradled in his right hand.
Struggling to pull up his jeans, Sam got to his feet, slipping a few times and escaped the women's locker room.

The bout between Sam and Ursula was the best attended in the Club's history. Most of the guys laughed at the story of Sam passing out after jacking off in the shower, but deep down they wanted Ursula to be publicly knocked out in a boxing ring. The women who found Sam naked giggled every time the incident was mentioned, but they were also moved by the magnitude of Sam's manhood.
"And that was just prone!" one observed.

A thrill passed through Sam when Ursula wore the same black one piece for their fight that she had on when she sucker punched him. It was also the identical suit she wore they day they broke up. Sam and Ursula had been together for three years, when Ursula started coming home late, completely exhausted. When Ursula was confronted, she explained shamelessly that she had found another man, older and richer than Sam.
They argued for a few days until Ursula suggested they use the method they usually did for settling relationship problems: the boxing ring. If she lost, Ursula stayed with Sam. If she won, she was free. The fight was too a knock out.
At the end of three rounds, Sam was out cold on the canvas. Ursula gave her lover a kiss and stroked his purple erection before walking out of the ring and his life.

"When this match is over," Ursula whispered coyly to Sam as they hammered each other, "After you wake up, of course, I'm going to own you mind and body!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
For the first few minutes, Ursula's rights and lefts were like hammers falling all over Sam's body. His head shot left to right from Ursula's shots until her from the hip upper cut put him on the ropes. A left-right gut shot emptied Sam's lungs. Between surges of agony, he gulped down mouthfuls of air. Ursula felt pity for her opponent.
"Now, Sam." she hissed like a demon. "No I knock you out!"
Sam was lifted inches into the air by Ursula's second upper cut. Reality switched to black and Sam heard a loud rattle when he struck the canvas.
Emma and Kitsune carried Sam out after the ten count he never heard. Ursula strutted out behind them, fists raised abover her head. Kitsune giggled at the erection rigid in Sam's trunks.

Sam came around after ten minutes.
"Hey lover, you're back! Did you miss me?"
Sam's eyes focused on Ursula, who sat beside his bed. A few paces behind was Kitsune, who smiled at Sam.
When he was able, Sam got to his feet, with the help of the two women. In the parking lot, Ursula stopped Sam before he got in his car.
"Seeing you agai...all beat up and unconscious..made me wonder Sam..."
Ursula touched Sam's face and they kissed. "Do you want to ..pick up where we left off?"
They kissed again, longer and deeper. "What about your husband?" asked Sam.
"Reg and I divorced," Ursula explained. "I need a new...man in my life."
"Sure we can!" Max agreed.
"I figured that..Kitsune..."
The Asian girl landed a chop to Sam's neck. His body jerked stiff. Kitsune delivered a second blow and Sam crumpled into her arms.
"Perfect." Ursula stated. The pair carried Sam to the limo and carefully placed him in the backseat.
"Mistress,may I share Mr. Sam with you?"
"Of course my sweet, in due time."
Ursula saw slight dissapointment wash on Kitsune's face.
"And that won't be long. You know I share everything with you, Kitsune."
The womens' lips joined in a long kiss.
"Yes, Mistress, I do."
Kitsune placed her chaufeer's cap happily on her head.

Satan's Angels - Part Three

Dressed in bright red boxing gear, Scarlet Vixen was sprawled unmoving on the canvas. She faced the ceiling, but didn't notice the lights because of the profound knockout she was experiencing, induced by Satan's Angels member Aria Evans. Emma counted the Vixen out as slowly as she could, but it was clear to her and everyone else who witnessed the match that the Vixen would be out for awhile.
Aria strutted around the ring, deliberately giving a leg show to the two men in Vixen's corner, Zack Hollander and Max. Zack was anxious for the count to reach ten so he could revive the Vixen, who was his girlfriend. As he watched the toned, statuesque black girl stride with both fists above her head, Max felt bad for Scarlet Vixen although he believed she was asking for the trouncing Aria had given her. Both men had pleaded with the Vixen not to box Aria, who had a height advantage.
"Ten!....You are out!!"
Vixen was still unconscious when the two men carried her back to her corner, but she moaned as her head lolled back and forth. Zack began massaging his girl's neck as Max handed him the smelling salts. Max watched Aria call for another challenger.
"Enough beating up puny, stupid girls! Will any man take me on!" Aria shouted, lustfully scanning the spectators for prey as she leaned forward on the upper rope. "Who is gonna grow a pair and fight me!?"
Vixen had been Aria's fourth victim at the Friday Night All Comers Match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Aria was the reigning champion for the last three months. She was also Satan's Angels technology and combat expert. Scarlet Vixen took upon herself to bring in one of the Angels and confronted Aria, hoping to knock the bad girl out and bring her to Justice Force HQ.
"No! NO! Zack..keep going..." Vixen burbled as she returned from dreamland.
Sweet girl, Max thought. But not up to this.
"I'll fight you, Aria!" Max answered, walking up to her. "And I'll knock you out on that fine ass of yours!"
Aria turned to her new opponent and grinned broadly at Max.
"That your girlfriend I hospitalized last round?" Max caught a glimpse of Zack and Emma the Ref easing the groggy Vixen out of the ring.
"No, she's just a friend. You have friends, right?"
"Lots!"

Max took no chances with Aria after watching her clobber four challengers: he wore his loaded gloves. One correctly landed punch would level the mocha skinned bad girl.
Aria moved swiftly and counter punched faster than Max. And as the match went on, he wanted sex with Aria more and more. And that smile....
WHAM!!
Max never saw the left hook that bashed his jaw. There was, suddenly, total darkness and reality flicked on to Emma the Ref calling out "SIX!" Max felt glued to the canvas and pulling himself up seemed to take hours.
All right Aria Evans! Max told himself. Pleasant dreams!
Max and Aria brawled furiously for a minute. Max faked with his right and hammered a left upper cut to Aria's chin. He delivered three more shots in the same spot, sending Aria into a daze. When she landed on the ropes, gloves only partially raised, Max closed in to finish the fight.
Aria crouched in pain from a gut shot and Max straightened her up with a powerful right upper cut.
Aria's eyes were wide and glassy. Max judged how much force to give his final punch, knowing the loaded gloves would do most of the work. He let go of a hay maker that exploded on Aria's face, a loud "THWACK" filling the gym.
Light vanished from Aria's brain and her eyes clicked shut. The bad girl was out cold before landing face down on the canvas.

While waiting for Aria to recover, Max called the infirmary to check on Scarlet Vixen. "Vixen is conscious and resting," Zack told him. "She wants you to bring Aria in immediately."
Max said he'd have in custody by the morning. Zack responded with a short laugh. Max ignored it and said he'd see Zack at the hospital.
Max felt glad to have Scarlet Vixen off the case, even temporarily. The Vixen was a sincere girl, he had decided, who wanted to do everything herself. That Zack has risked going into Justice Force HQ to be by her side showed how strongly Zack felt for the Vixen. Very soon she was going to steer Zack away from crime and to the altar.
Cathy Hazlitt, currently being debriefed by Justice Force's Reform and Probation Office, was another matter. She'd be a very comfortable girlfriend, with the added benefit of being on the right side of the law.
"Well, look who's here to see if I'm okay!"
Max glanced up and saw Aria's smiling face. "You're the first man ever to put me down in the ring!"
Max asked Aria how she was feeling. "Don't worry, I could go another twenty rounds. How about you?!"
"Definitely!"

Max could have sworn Aria was a member of the Amazon Sisterhood if her file didn't give her place of birth as Camden, N.J. Max loved athletic girls, they had energy in their hips to burn!
All night long Aria called him Sugar, especially during orgasm. No was they lay blissfully winded, Aria said she needed refilling. "Wow!" Max blurted.
Aria let out a giggle. "I meant the champagne, you horn dog!"
"Just a sec."
Max leaped from the bed, grabbing Aria's plastic cup and went into the kitchenette. Filling both glasses, he dropped a tiny pill in Aria's. It dissolved quickly.
"Drink up!" Max ordered as he handed her the plastic cup. The bad girl focused her bedroom eyes on Max and placed the cup on the floor.
"When we were boxing, I didn't see what a big man you are, Sugar!"
"But you've learned better now?"
"Yes i have!"
Aria caressed Max's neck, drawing him closer for another kiss. "And the bigger they are, Sugar...!"
CHUNK!!
Aria chop cracked on Max's neck. He went down on her chest, out cold.

Satan's Angels - Part two

Justice force didn't remove Max from the Satan's Angels assignment. The gang had alluded a number of agents, both male and female. But he was given a partner: Athena Holt, known as Scarlet Vixen.
"Cathy Hazlitt is perfect for you, Max," said Scarlet Vixen as she and her new co-worker reviewed the Cathy Hazlitt file. "A big blond, aggressive, reported to be a man crazy ditz."
Athena Holt had been recruited from the Amazon Sisterhood and greatly disliked Max's attitude toward women. "This should be an easy collar for you."
The sarcastic emphasis on "should" grated Max.

The file picture of Cathy Hazlitt failed the actual woman, whose smile, continually flashed across the ring at Max, illuminated her face. That illumination nearly dimmed the sparkle of her deep blue eyes.
The blond hair was fake, Max decided, but Cathy's long legs weren't.
Max settled on an early, possibly second round, knockout for Cathy. Scarlet Vixen allowed Max to make the arrest himself after he mentioned his friendship with the Vixen's boyfriend, Zack Hollander, a career thief she'd been seeing for more than a year. A word to Justice Force about the affair and Scarlet Vixen would be fired and sent back to the Amazons in disgrace.
Cathy wasn't as careful with men as Roxanna; Cathy liked them too much. Max started talking to her at the Amazonia and within a week they scheduled a private bout. For Cathy, mixed boxing was foreplay, that sometimes culminated in one of the two participants unconscious on the canvas. In the midst of a second round clinch, Max wondered what her role in Satan's Angels was. The she was a competent boxer and could likely shot a gun, but he knew he could knock her cold whenever he felt like doing it.
Okay, honey pot, Max thought. Say goodnight to Papa!
Max's right swung upwards and collided with Cathy's chin. Following instantly was his left, forcefully punishing the girl's jaw.
Cathy reached her arms into the air around her, futilely trying to steady the boxing ring that was turning somersaults. Max's third blow, a merciless right hook to the head froze Cathy in place. She burbled the word "big..." as the ring flew up around her.
Max knelt by the unmoving girl and rolled her on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, Max saw nothing but whites. A content smile nestled on Cathy's face. The knock out was complete.

The opening notes of "The Entertainer" played inside Max's duffel bag. He retrieved his smart phone and saw Scarlet Vixen was calling.
"Hey Scarlet...Ms. Vixen, of course, I apologize...have I made the collar? No, not yet, but I'm very close..." Max glanced at the supine blond, her legs open in a "V" and her gloved hands resting among the long hair that formed a halo around her head. "I've got Cathy Hazlitt right where I want her! Soon, very soon... I'm losing you Ms Scarlet..."
Max turned off his smart phone.

Cathy stretched out on the bed like a sleepy cat and hugged Max's neck. He turned his head to her and they kissed tenderly. Overnight, Max discovered what exactly Cathy did in the Satan's Angels operation plan: seduce and subdue. Max was already more than half in love with her. And in one of the rare moments in her 25 years on Earth, Cathy had fallen completely in love with him.
Cathy jolted awake from the smelling salts Max waved under her nose, asking a few times who she was and who Max was and if she could have another banana split before her head cleared. Then she wanted time alone with Max.
Max went to the hotel lobby and retrieved some coffee and danish for him and Cathy. As they ate breakfast on the bed, Cathy asked,"Max can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"I feel like I'm...you know.. in love with you!"
Max smiled and kissed her, reaching with his free hand under the bed.
"And second?" he asked.
"Second...I need some more!"
Max sat back and held to Cathy's face the small cell phone he placed under the bed when they arrived. Pressing "SEND" expelled a stream of KO gas in Cathy's face. The girl let out a gasp and felt light headed.
She sighed and fell back on the bed, completely asleep.

"You took all night to accomplish this?" Scarlet Vixen asked, looking down as the still slumbering Cathy Hazlitt was rolled by, secure in a gurney. Two attendants loaded her onto a Justice Force transport.
"I was trying to get information from her," Max explained. "To penetrate the gang's operations."
"Clearly!" Scarlet Vixen said sarcastically. "With emphasis on the 'penetration.' "
"Look. I want you to go easy on Cathy in your report," Max requested with all the humility he could fabricate. "She's just a horny, confused kid. Recommend her for the Reform and Rehabilitation project. For me?"
"Well, Cupid's arrow finally found Max!" Scarlet Vixen mocked. "No problem, but I need something in return."
"What?"
"I'm with you every step of the way when you close in on Aria Evans, Satan's Angels technical expert."
"Fine," agreed max. "Whatever."