Knocked Out
By SleepWalker
Round 1: The Pressure's On


The bell sounded and I reluctantly dismounted the stool in my corner and
approached my adversary in the center of the ring. Her legs seemed impossibly
long, extending downward below a tiny black thong, which rode high above her
tight ass. Her feet were propped up by a pair of high heels and her nipples
were covered by a matching black bra, but the rest of her firm round breasts
protruded from the sides. How was I going to focus on the fight when faced
with the distraction of her perfect, semi-naked body?

She approached me, wearing an evil grin. "Are you ready to be put to sleep,
baby, by my long, lean body?" she asked, as if reading my mind.

I ignored the taunt and lunged for her. But her long leg shot upward, catching
me under the jaw in a sudden high kick, sending me reeling backward. I
regained my stance, but she launched a second kick. Her shoe connected
perfectly with my chin, then continued in its high arc, peaking above her
head. I staggered, then keeled over like a tree falling in slow motion.

I looked up through blurred vision from the mat at the girl towering above me.
Her hands were on her hips, her head cocked slightly to one side as she
admired her handiwork. "Are you feeling a bit groggy already?" she teased.

I rolled onto my stomach, propped myself up on my knees and elbows and shook
my head, trying to clear the fog which had invaded my brain. As I looked up, I
saw her take a step back, measure the distance, then take a long stride toward
me. Her back leg came sweeping swiftly at me and struck me in the side of the
head. I pitched violently to the side, rolled over several times and came to
rest on my back.

I saw her shake her head and look down at mw with a look of mock pity. "Poor
thing, " she said quietly. "You seem to be having trouble keeping your feet."
I tried to raise myself, but she knelt down, placed her hands on my shoulders
and forced me roughly back to the mat. Then she straddled me, contemplating
her next move.

"Let me up, bitch," I sputtered. I struggled under her weight, tried to rise,
then sank back down.

"It's time for you to take a little nap, darling," she announced and placed
her thumbs on either side of my neck. She began to squeeze, and immediately I
felt light-headed and weak. She shifted the position of her thumbs, seeking
out my carotid arteries, and, once satisfied that she had found them, she
began massaging the sides of my neck in a slight circular motion while
pressing firmly inward.

"Ooooh," I sighed as my face took on an involuntary grimace. "Don't, you're
putting me out," I protested.

"That's the idea," she said confidently and pressed harder. I reached up and
grabbed her thighs, trying to throw her off of me, but couldn't budge her. I
felt the smoothness of her slender legs as my hands slowly lost their grip and
slid down to lie uselessly at my sides. A warm haze swept over me as I sank
into semi-consciousness. The last thing I saw was her impish smile; her
shoulders working methodically as she massaged my pressure points; and her
ripe breasts shifting slightly back and forth. Then darkness overwhelmed me
and I slipped into a deep and welcomed sleep.

How long was I out? Ten minutes? An hour? Slowly my vision cleared. She was
sitting cross-legged on a couch just outside the ring, her long legs dangling
in a carefree way before me.

"Welcome back, sleepyhead" she said. I rolled on to my stomach and hoisted
myself to my feet, staggering unsteadily. I watched her rise from the couch,
duck in between the ropes and approach me.

"Did I give you permission to wake up?" she asked. "I'll decide when nap time
is over." She faced me, rising to her full height which I saw now was a good 2
inches greater than mine. She raised her hand high above her head, then
brought it down sharply against the base of my neck in powerful karate chop.

A wave of pain shot up my neck, then exploded inside my head. Darkness again
welled up. I was weaving as if my spine had turned to water, barely able to
remain on my feet. This time she raised both her arms, then brought them down
with lightning speed again upon my unprotected neck in a devastating double
chop. My body arched backward and my arms hung limply at my sides. Then I
pitched forward into her, collapsing against her body. She didn't resist,
allowing my head to bury itself in her breasts. I tried to steady myself, but
knew I was helpless as my face slid slowly down over her hard abdomen. Then I
was sliding further down past her little thong, her upper thighs, her bony
knees, down past her well-defined calves, and finally coming to rest in a
senseless heap at her feet.

"I like it when you get close to me, honey," she said. I lay there at her
feet, unable to move. She cocked her foot back and suddenly snapped a sharp
kick into my head, the pointed toe of her shiny high heel crashing against my
temple. I pitched violently away from her, rolled a few times and came to rest
on my belly, then slipped easily into unconsciousness.

To be continued.

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