I Like the Odds by Ringer A female heavyweight takes on three losers at the gym Tawney was the belle of the gym, the kind of gal who's got it all. Sexy smile, long sandy hair, great curves, and the kind of tight, rounded ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. Her 132 pounds were perfectly proportioned over a 5' 8" frame. Her 40D cup tits and long smooth legs commanded every man's attention. Yah, she's got it all ... well, at least she had it all, until Carla showed up. At 5' 10" 40C-26-40 and 187 pounds Carla was a woman who's hard to ignore. Her 40" bust measurement was as much from the girth of her lateral muscles as from the size of her firm breasts. Carla's large shoulders and arms, which peak at 17", were impressive, but not overly bulky. Even unflexed, her abs were slightly concave six-pack, well defined but not ripped. Her hips and thighs were wide and sturdy, and her ass, a fully-round, hard, inverted heart shape. Unlike many overly vascular women body builders her size, though, Carla's well developed muscle was perfectly covered with sleek, tight, feminine skin. Carla's long, thick black hair and dark complexion hinted of some kind Mediterrainian ethnicity. Her eyes were large dark and set wide on her face. Her lips were wide and thick, thrust forward around strong and sexy jaws and teeth. This was the face of a preditor, a women to whom male prey gave themselved willingly. After a week at the gym Carla got the nickname "Panther" for her panther-like way she walked and seemed to stalk the place when she worked out. Most men (and many of the women) couldn't keep their eyes off Carla when she worked out. It was as though her every movement was important and needed to be watched carefully. Tawney seathed with anger and couldn't wait for an opportunity to take Carla down a peg. A few of the men at the gym resented the attention that Carla was getting too, Rick and Dave in particular. It didn't take much for Tawney to convince them that they should join forces and teach this Amazon bitch a lesson, ASAP! They'd heard that Carla was doing laps to unwind. The trio changed into swimming briefs and headed for the pool looking for trouble. Carla was just finishing some timed laps. The water moved easily around Carla's body as she swam, as though it knew better than to resist her commanding presence. When she touched the wall and came up for air, the person timing Carla's laps was pushed aside by Tawney and crew. They were ready to challenge her. "We don't know who the hell you are, but a lot of us around here are sick of you. Why don't find some gym for "Xena", muscle freaks?" Tawney said. This wasn't the first time that Carla had been confronted by a women who felt her turf was being invaded. A wry grin came over her face as she replied "I don't know, I kind of like it here. What'll happen to me if I don't leave?" "Look, sister! I don't care how ugly this has to get for you to get the message, but you're not welcome. If you want to keep your good looks, you'll get dressed, leave and never come back." said Tawney. Rick and Dave were behind her trying to look as mean as they could. "I don't want to distrub the delicate balance at your favorite place of recreation...", Carla just about lost them with that one, "so I'll make you an offer. I'll be willing to box all three of you, one after the other. If any of you win, then after you get done doing whatever you want with me I'll leave and never return. If all of you lose, then I stay. Deal?" Tawney, Rick and Dave looked at each other a bit bewildered. How could they lose? Rick and Dave were both bigger than Carla, and Tawney was no slouch, she knew how to use her fists. "Deal", said Tawney. "Don't try to chicken out. I'll get us a time to use the ring." "That won't be necessary", said the person who was timing Carla's laps. It was Brenda, the gym's manager. "Brenda! Where did you come from?", Tawney said surprised. "I was standing right here when you and these two dopes barged in" said Brenda. "I'll be happy to make the ring available tonight for your little challenge. I just hope you'll be ready." Tawney looked at Brenda quizically. "Whatta you mean by that?" "Don't worry about what I mean. Just be here tonight." said Brenda. "Oh, and one last thing", said Carla, "You guys are lookin' real buff. Why don't you wear your briefs when you fight tonight? Less to take off when you have your way with me." "Sounds good to me", said Rick. "Yah!", said Dave. "Whatever" said Tawney. When they were out of earshot, Brenda turned to Carla. "They have no idea who you are, do they." "Nope, but it's gonna be fun teaching them." Carla responded "Ooooh, I'm gettin' hot just thinking about what I could do with all that muscle. Better do a few more laps and cool off." THAT NIGHT Brenda arranged for the boxing section of the gym to be deserted that night. It was agreed that they would do three minute rounds with a one minute rest until, either all three were knocked out, or Carla was knocked out. Even though this was a grudge match, there would be no holding and hitting, head butting, wrestling, or double teaming. Anyone who violated these rules would be kicked out of the club by Brenda. Brenda would act as the referee, but would only intervene to prevent perminent injury. Brenda would also be Carla's second. Tawney, Rick and Dave all showed up at ring side before Carla. Tawney wore thong panties, a sports bra and thin soled boxing boots. Rick and Dave were already gloved up in black 8 oz. gloves. They also wore thin- soled boxing boots and low cut Speedos that only barely covered their most sensitive parts. Rick's was tight spandex while Dave's was more comfortable cotton with a low-slung elastic waist band. Just as they and Brenda worked out the order that they would fight in, Carla entered the gym. Carla wore black boxing boots and gloves and a black, calf length satin robe. She had a fine sheen of perspiration on her face and neck "It's about time you showed up," said Tawney, "we were afraid you'd be a no show. What the hell you been doing, deciding whether to take a dive?" "No, just warming up." Carla answered, "Something you should have been doing instead of arguing over who gets knocked out first." Carla entered the ring and went to the opposite corner, while Rick and Tawney encouraged Dave who would go first. None of them notices the professionally stitched "KILLER CARLA" on the back of her black robe. Carla leaned back against the cornerpad and smiled slyly. "This is going to be so much fun." she thought to herself. Finally, Dave entered the ring and faced Carla. Dave was 6' 1" and about 195 pounds of lean, beautiful muscle. It's obvious this guy spent a lot of time on his body. His face was pretty easy on the eyes too. Unfortune! Brenda called for the grudge match to begin. "OK let's get this thing started." Carla waited until Dave turned to face her for battle. Looking straight into his eyes from across the ring, she slowly and sensuously untied her robe and let it drop in her corner. She wore nothing but a tiny, low- cut, black thong pantie, the arc of which only highlighted her incredible curves. The revelation was stunning! From her thick, tight legs to her wide pelvis, concave abs, stunning silver dollar areola on round, firm breasts, and powerfully muscled arms and shoulders, Carla's body was all too perfect! But it was the look in her eyes that sent shudders through Dave and his companions, a look of absolute power and mastery. So much strength and sex in one women! Dave's cock stiffened and filled out his tiny cotton briefs. The words "What the hell was I thinking?" slowly drift through his brain ... DING, DING, DING! "ROUND ONE!" called Brenda ROUND 1 Carla looked Dave up and down as she casually approached him from her corner. "Oooh, you're a big one. I see you use freeweights, but do you know how to use your fists?" Carla's lunged forward flashing her right then left gloves off of her hips into Dave's mid-section, followed by a right hook to his jaw! Dave was caught completely off guard as his stomach imploded and head snapped to the right. Everything about Carla was a surprise, her speed, her power, her precision. Dave now felt fear mix with the lust of only a moment ago. He knew that he'd better get his fists moving or she might actually win this fight. Still a bit dazed, Dave's left his snaped out, then he sweeped his right and left. Nothing! BAM! Carla's right crashed against Dave's left cheek! BOOF! Her right dug into his solar plexus! WHAP! Her right busted up into Dave's descending face!...and POW! Carla's left hammered down on Dave's right temple, sending him sprawling onto the canvas! Brenda begins the count. "One... Two ... "Is that all you got, tough guy?", Carla said coyly. "That dick of yours loaded, or you just packin' blanks?" Dave shook his head and rose on "Four". As Brenda checked him out Carla adds "I'm gonna do you a favor and spot you the rest of this round, but that's all you're gonna get. After that you're gonna be my whipping bitch." Before this fight, hearing words like that would have sent Dave into a rage. He would have killed any woman who said that to him. But after the last minute and a half, Dave only felt a twing of fear and the thought that he'd better get busy. "No bitch does that to me" was all Dave had to say, then he started swinging! It took only a few seconds for Carla to tell that Dave couldn't box worth shit! She easily dodged, slipped or blocked everything Dave had to offer. True to her word, Carla did not reply. She gave him every opportunity to hurt her. Dave failed miserably! After two minutes of unrelenting slugging Dave was sweaty, out of breath, frustrated, and trying desperately not to be afraid or give in the throbbing in his crotch. "Damn, she's good." was all Dave had to say on returning to his corner. While Rick admonished Dave for "Letting the bitch make you look foolish", Tawney angrily told him to stop fucking around and get down to business. Tawney was pissed at how easily Carla handled Dave physically and sexually. Getting right in his face while holding his dick she said "You want someone to get off on, you get off on me!" Then she kissed him openly and deeply. "Now go out there kick her fucking ass!" DING! DING! ROUND 2 Poor Dave, what a mess. Out of breath, brain fuzzy with lust, and a big, sexy war princess sashaying towards him with her perfect breasts pressed together by those wicked, little boxing gloves. "Tough decision," Carla said as she approached, "Do you fight for the bitch you came with, or surrender to the one you really want?" BAMM! Carla's left smashed into Dave's unprotected face. "Don't think too long about it or she'll kick you fucking ass!" Right! Left! pounded into Dave's lean abs. As Dave tried to respond with a right hook, Carla's right uppercut POUNDS into his face! Another uppercut snaps his head back again, setting him up for BAM! a right cross snapd Dave's head around, leaving him stumbling forward to his right. "Never been hit that hard before, have you?" Carla said with a smirk. "Better get used to it, 'cause you're gonna get hit a lot more before I'm done with you." Dave shakes his head to focus again. Carla bobs and weaves in front of him, her gloves apart about breast high. Dave is mesmerized, watching Carla's breasts bounce and her ab and arm muscles dance with her every move. Dave's poor cock strains at the fabric in which it is confined. Rick and Tawney yell at Dave from ringside, but all Dave sees or hears is the goddess in front of him. "First your body, then your face, then your brain." said Carla, "You've been warned." Dave warily tries to protect himself and find an opening. A simple shoulder feint towards Dave's head and his body was wide open. Carla ducked under Dave's guard, pushed her head into his chest and let her fists feast on Dave's buff abs and flanks. RIGHT HOOK! to the left oblique, LEFT UPPERCUT! to the lower ab, RIGHT UPPERCUT! to the solar plexus, LEFT HOOK! right oblique. Dave tried, but couldn't get away from her. When Dave's back was pressed into the ropes, Carla really let loose! OOF!, UHH!, AHH!, UHH!. Dave didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to block Carla's punches, and to his shock she was too strong for him to push away. UHH!-UHH!-OOF! from a HOOK! HOOK! UPPERCUT!. Knowing Dave was incompetence as a fighter, Carla doubled and tripled up on her punches, knowing he would have no response. Near the end of the round Carla suddenly stopped and backed off a half step. In desperation, Dave worked his arms under Carla's to clinch. Carla relaxed and leaned into Dave making sure her breasts pressed firmly into his chest and her thigh against his cock and balls. "You must be in terrible pain, Dave", she cooed deeply at his ear, "but don't worry, next round it's your face I'm gonna mess with." "My goodness, Dave, you're all hard" she said as she slowly massaged his cock with her thigh. "Beating your beautiful body is making me sooooo hot. Is it turning you on too, Dave?" DING! DING! "Rest up, sexy" said Carla, "I've got big plans for you next round". She backed off for a moment to check Dave out then turned to saunter back to her corner, hips swiveling like a supermodel working a Paris runway. Dave's face was a mix of contradictions, agony from the shoulders to his hips, and throbbing lust from his hip to his thighs. It took Dave almost half a minute to catch his breath well enough to get off the ropes and back to his corner. Tawney applied ice backs to the large, red welts that Carla's hammering had raised on Dave's abs and side. She tried to get his attention, but Dave couldn't take his eyes off Carla. Throughout the break Carla stood, moving her upper body, and keeping eye contact with Dave. Occasionally Carla puckered her lips at him to keep his attention. As the bell sounded, she sensuously kissed the knuckles of her right glove and shook it lightly at Dave. Carla's message was not at all lost on him. He caught his breath and shuddered as he rose for round three. DING! DING! DING! ROUND 3 Carla came out of her corner on her toes, bobbing lightly and circling her gloves menacingly. Carla had done her work well. Dave had trouble rising from his seat, and his movements were labored. The sack of his bikini briefs strained against the pressure of his swollen member. He had difficulty walking as much from the huge lump in his crotch as from his sore and battered midsection. "Good!" Carla thought to herself, "now hold still while I bust up that pretty face of yours." She smiled slightly as she noticed how Dave's large cock still strained against it's confines. "Patience, girl, you'll get your shot at that next round", Carla told herself. Unlike round 2, this round Carla decided to show Dave some leg. Up on her toes, Carla drifted to the left, making Dave turn to stay with her. A fient to his midsection brought Daves guard down quickly. POW! A looping left crashes into Dave's jaw. BAM! A right to his chin snaps his head back. WHAP! A left deforms Dave's mouth and cheek. Carla leans out of the way of Dave's sweeping left, then ... POP! POP! Two jabs to his right eye. Carla slips a jab then, POP! POW! to Dave's eye and left temple. Carla changes direction fients to his body, then jabs BAP! BAP! BAP! to the face, then... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! right, left, right flush to the jaw. His head snaps around and Dave falls to his hands and knees. Carla backs off to let Brenda start the count. "One... Two..." "You're not done are you, Dave." said Carla. "Three... Four..." "Come on, we were just getting something goin' here." "Five... " Dave looks up at Carla through eyes that are starting to close. She's beating the fuck out him, but all Dave feels is raw lust for this dark war goddess. "Six... Seven..." "You make it to round five, I'll give you somethin' reeeeal special." "Eight..." The goddess has commanded him to rise. He must rise. Dave pulls himself up by the ropes, and nods that he is ready to continue. "That's better." Carla chides sarcastically. Carla leans back as Dave's right hook sails past her face. "Dave" POW! BAM! Jab to Dave's eye, right uppercut between his nose and right eye! "You've been naughty!" Carla catches Dave's sweeping left with her right glove. She leans right and ... POP!-POP!-POP! goes Carla's jab to his eyes. POW! right hook to the cheek, POW! left hook to the jaw, BOOM! to the chin sends Dave sprawling into the ropes! "And you need to be spanked." Carlas rushes forward to keep Dave from falling. Poor Dave's not looking too good. Nose bleeding, left eye closing, mouse under the right eye, red cheeks. Carla props him up sitting on the ropes for some major shove and slug. BOP! under the chin, BAM! right to the side of the head. Dave tries to cover up and hope for an opening. RIGHT! LEFT! send Dave's gloves smacking into his own face. The beat down continues to the bell. DING! DING! Brenda has to pull Carla off her helpless foe. "You'd better get something going next round," Carla said to Dave angrily, "or I'm gonna beat your ass into a coma." Carla stomps back to her corner, clearly pumped and pissed off that she had to stop. What was left of Dave is sitting heavily on the ropes, a beaten shell of the Adonis that entered the ring just three rounds ago. Who the hell was this bitch, Carla. How could she destroy a man like Dave so easily? Tawney worked feverishly to clean Dave up and get him ready for the next round, but her skill as a cornerwoman were limited. She barely stopped the bleeding from his nose. An icepack reduced the swelling in his eyes, but his left eye was still virtually closed at the bell. Carla burned with intense anticipation, pacing her corner like a caged animal. One thing was certain... DING! DING DING! This was Dave's last round. ROUND 4 No more Ms. Nice Gal! Carla stormed out of her corner like a Hell-Fury unleashed. "Hey, cockwad!" She called as she crossed the ring to his corner, "Am I just gonna jack you 'til you drop, or you gonna show me something?!" His Dark goddess had laid down a challenge. Even in his punch-drunk, lust-crazed stupor, Dave knew that it was now or never. Be beaten like a side of beef, or go out on his shield? The choice was easy. Carla dropped all defense and allowed her prey to go toe to toe with her. BAM! Dave's right crashed into Carla's cheek swiveling her head. BOOF!-CRACK! Carla's combination blasts Dave's abs and jaw! BAP! Dave's jab smacks Carla's forehead. BUUH!! BAM!-BAM! Carla's right pounds Dave's navel, then Left Hook!-Right Cross! sends Dave's head swiveling left and right! It went on like this for over a minute, Dave doing his best to prove his worth, but tragicly overmatched. Carla outpunching him 2 to 1, then 3 to 1, then 4 to 1. One especially heavy uppercut to Dave's lower abs jerks his pelvis back six inches and frees his cock shaft from it's cloth restraint. It hangs hard and heavy, suspended from his briefs, a tribute to conquering sex goddess! Dave's once beaten face is now a bruised and bloody mask, testiment to Carla's overwhelming skill and power! He's hanging in the ropes again! His gloves only chest high in a pitiful mock defense. He is only barely aware Carla's fists destroying what's left of his face and body. "Stop, Carla! He's had enough!" yells Brenda. Carla responds between punches: "Don't!" RIGHT!! to the Dave's solar plexus! "worry!" LEFT!! to the gut folds Dave over her arm! "I'll!" RIGHT!! cross to Dave's cheek sends a spray of sweat and blood flying. Dave's cock begins jerking cum wildly as he GOES OUT completely! "be done!" LEFT!! uppercut to the chin suspends Dave's now unconscious body just long enough for... "in a minute!" RIGHT!!! Carla's sends a black leather hammer DOWN! onto Dave's temple laying him out at her feet! Brenda came over and nudged the heap that was Dave, and merely uttered an audible "Humph!" She raised Carla's glove in victory and said "The winner, by a very impressive knockout in the fourth round, Carla." "WHO'S UP NEXT?" Carla exclaimed loudly, looking at Rick. FIGHT NUMBER TWO At 5' 11" and 205, Rick was a lot more muscular than Dave. His 21" guns and deeply chiseled six-pack had stood him well in numerous national body building contests. He was awed and turned-on watching Carla dismantle Dave so completely, and worried about how he could do any better. To help control his fear and make a point to Carla, Rick began flexing as soon as he was in the ring. "Dave was a wimp!" he said as he hit a double bicep pose. "Now you're gonna have to fight a REAL man." Rick hit an ab crunch pose. With one glove behind his head and the other pointing at abs, he said, "You ain't gettin' past these babies, bitch." "That sounds like an interesting challenge", Carla responded, "Let's go for it big boy." Carla was impressed with Rick's size and girth, but the swelling in his tiny spandex briefs told her that she still had the upper hand. When Carla and Rick were in position to fight, Brenda rang the bell. DING! DING! DING! Just before they were in punching range Carla said "First let's check out that manhood of yours." Before Rick could respond, Carla's leg flashed up between Rick's legs crushing his balls with the crook of her foot. Rick froze in a HUGE wave of pain. Without a moment's hesitation, Carla's fists laid into Rick's defenseless face. LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! Rick's head snapped back and forth. LEFT UPPERCUT!! RIGHT CROSS!! LEFT HOOK!! RIGHT UPPERCUT!! Rick's head whipped around like a speed bag, his only semiconscious body backed against the ropes. LEFT!!! RIGHT!!! LEFT UPPERCUT!!!! Carla's black leather bombs almost put Rick out on his feet. His arms tangled in the ropes were all that kept him on his feet. "So much for your manhood. Oooh, Rick, you like a good beating as much as your friend." It was true, Rick's briefs looked blown up like a small balloon. Strained as they were, the spandex kept Rick's cock firmly in place. To Tawney, Carla said "Never send a submissive to do a woman's work." Her attention back on Rick, she said "Now let's see about those beautiful abs..." BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BAM! Carla pounded Rick's upper and lower abs. Even semi-conscious Rick's abs were an impressive barrier. BAP! BAP! BAP! to Rick's flanks only jerked his body an inch or so to the right and left. "UUH!" Rick uttered as Carla's fist sank into his solar plexus. The pain of Carla's body work was actually bringing Rick out of his stupor. OOHHH!, UHH!, AHHH!! Rick's tortured abs were beginning to give way. A look of panic came over Rick's face as the pain of Carla's beating rushed into his consciousness. PuhAHHH!!! Rick tried to begin a plea for mercy just as Carla's mighty left fist tore away the last of his abs' resistance. A last RIGHT!!! between Rick's cock and navel ended Carla's barrage. "Looks like those abs aren't so great after all", said Carla. Mouth wide, desparately trying to breath and recover, Rick struggled to get his arms untangled from the ropes. Even dizzy and wracked with waves of nauseating pain, Rick was overcome with the same mindless lust for his torturess that doomed Dave. Once free of the ropes, Rick found that his large legs could not support him. He wrapped his huge arms around Carla's strong shoulders. She held his weight easily. As she supported his ass with her left glove, Carla's right slowly massaged Rick's cock through his briefs. "You must be awfully uncomfortable down there, Rick" she said with a wry smile, "I'll bet you want to cum reeeal bad. Let's see if I can help you out." She slowly, sensuously slid her gloves up Rick's body to his armpits. Then suddenly, she throws Rick's arms off of her shoulders, pushed him back into the ropes and ... LEFT! hook to face, RIGHT! cross to the jaw! Rick's brain starts to spin, and his cock starts to twitch. LEFT! to the lower abs, RIGHT! to the solar plexus! LEFT!! uppercut to the chin, and RIGHT!!! cross to the jaw! Rick's head snaps around at a hideous angle as his cock begins to jerk cum inside his tight little briefs. He falls into Carla and slides down her right leg to his knees. Rick's unconscious body lay propped up on Carla's thickly muscled leg, his head hanging low, his heavily muscled arms loose and seemingly lifeless at his sides. When Carla stepped back one could easily see the sack of Rick's tiny soaked briefs jerking and dripping cum. Rick's body hung there for a moment, then slammed face- first onto the ring floor like a large muscle-bound sack of wet laundry. Tawney looked on in horror as Carla destroyed her second male champion. Her abs and pelvis clutching with every THWACK! of Carla's fists against Rick's defenseless face and body. This was raw feminine power in it's most overwhelming and brutal form. No male could resist her, in sex or in battle. It was only natural that she spill the blood or cum of any man foolish enough to face her on even terms. Tawney desperately tried to push back the growing heat in her haunches. "Oh god, she's magnificent!" Tawney said to herself. Then her feminine ego came to the fore. "NO, I can't submit", she told herself, "I am the queen-bitch of this gym", but as her turn to face Carla approached, Tawney's loins began to tremble and boil. Brenda didn't bother counting over Rick either. She just looked at Carla, as to say "OK, let's get this over with" and Carla turned to face her last "opponent". TWO DOWN, ONE TO GO Without a moment's hesitation Carla turned to face the ring leader of her little tormenters. "COME ON, BITCH! YOU'RE ON!" Tawney shuddered at the sight of the big, black-haired goddess. Fighting Carla would be suicide, but ... "YOU WANTED A FIGHT, SWEET-CHEEKS. NOW GET IN HERE!", Carla continued. A slow sneering smile came over Carla's face as Tawney, shaking, entered the ring passing the carnage that Carla's brutal fists had left on the ring floor. Carla moved in the center of the ring, facing Tawney, her black gloved fists on her hips. Tawney approached her warily, almost crouching. When she was within a few feet, Carla commanded "On your knees, bitch!" Tawney's mind raced as she followed Carla's order. How could this be happening to her? Tawney could feel a powerful wave of emotion welling up inside of her. She could feel her crotch begin to lubricate and burn with a flame that could only result in her total submission to the conqueress. SHE COULD NOT LET THIS HAPPEN! On instinct, Tawney's fist flashed up at Carla's crotch. Just as quickly, Carla's hip turned into the punch, and her knee knocked Tawney's glove aside. "I was hoping you'd do that." Carla said with a huge evil grin. Without warning Carla rotated her entire upper body behind a full-force blow that crashed down onto Tawney's temple like a sledgehammer. Tawney's head bounced hard against her left shoulder, her eyes crossed, and she fell to her face between Carla's powerful legs. NOW THE FUN REALLY BEGINS Carla stepped back to survey the wreckage. It was total and complete. Three "tough guys" entered the ring. Three unconscious losers lay at her feet. "What AM I going to do with you three?" she said to herself sinisterly. She turned to Brenda and said "Get these gloves off of me, and bring me my gym bag." She checks Dave who is truely wrecked. "This one's no good to me, get him out of here." Brenda sends for two assistants, who, without any questions, take Dave's to locker room, and later to the hospital. Turning serious Carla thought, "Time for me to complete my conquests." With that she walks over to Rick, flips him over, rips off her thong, and straddles his thickly muscled torso. "So much mmmuscle! I don't even know where to start."