A Star is Born 
by Nancy



(Comments and Questions to Nancy at nancysims396@yahoo.com)

If you're waiting for the conclusion to He Likes it Hey Mikey, I'm sorry but
you're gonna have to keep waiting. It's boring to me since basically all that
happened was that I made him service me after I finished him off.

But I definitely continued learning, training, sparring, and growing as a
woman and a fighter. By the time I was 24, I was ripped. 5 feet 5 inches tall
and 125 pounds of pure feminine muscle and grit. My power and technique had
improved to a level where I could fuck you up. There have been times when one
thing or another led to me demonstrating my ability to hurt a man badly.

I'm not an actress. I'm real. And I had never been in a movie before and
doubted I ever would be until I met Kyle Marcus. He made me a star. Let me
explain.

I was finishing my workout working the speed bag when I noticed him. He was
watching me. At least I think he was because my focus is on what I was doing.
But I felt them. His eyes that is. There must be something very visually
stimulating about a young athletic woman skillfully punching the speed bag. I
attract more than my fair share of attention.

He approached with a big smile and offered a fresh towel and bottle of water
to me. He complimented me on my skills and technique. He was easy to talk to.

Kyle got to the point pretty quickly. Would I be interested in sparring with
him for money?

I had seen him around the gym a few times working out. He's in his 40s with a
touch of gray. Probably about 5 foot 9 and 175 pounds. A middle aged pouch if
you know what I mean. He certainly didn't look like a serious boxer and I had
absolutely no fear of him so I was intrigued.

We ultimately agreed to meet the next day at a local coffee house to discuss
his proposal. I wore a white shirt with blue jeans and looked a lot more
feminine than when he saw me the day before. When I arrived he was sitting in
the corner booth waiting. We ordered some coffee and began to talk. He was
very articulate and natural and easy to talk to. We talked for about 20
minutes before he got to the point. He wanted to pay me to spar with him.

As he went deeper in explaining his desire it was evident that he wanted to
see if I would be interested in beating him up. He asked if I had ever beaten
up a man and seemed pleased that I had several times. As the conversation
progressed he talked about recording the fight. He admitted that he was a
closet masochist who derived sexual pleasure from watching women beating up
men. He further admitted that he really liked to watch videos of himself.

Kyle was very careful and deliberate as he expounded on his desire. My
discretion was required and I assured him that whatever he told me absolutely
went no further. And I still and always will respect his privacy. Obviously,
his real name is not Kyle Marcus.

Kyle mentioned that he had a video clip of him getting beaten up by a woman.
He warned me that it was quite graphic. Would I be interested in viewing it?
Are you kidding? Of course.

While I had beaten up men, I had never actually seen a woman beating up a man.
Forget the phony scripted movie ones. What he had was real and I was shocked!

It was about 45 seconds long and showed a topless blonde wearing very small
red boxing gloves finishing off Kyle. He had been backed into a corner of a
boxing ring and was weakly trying to protect himself. He had a slightly bloody
nose and a more prominent bloody lip. It looked like he might have been
crying. He had muted the sound for the clip. She was creaming him with an
onslaught of serious punches to the body and head. His stomach was beet red
and looked like she must have landed dozens if not hundreds of shots to his
belly. Finally, a left uppercut followed by a right cross knocked him out
cold. He slid down the turnbuckle and sat in a heap unconscious. It was
vicious and brutal.

He asked what I thought and I told him that it looked like it might be fun to
do something like that. I asked how much he was willing to pay. He told me
$2,000.00. I probably would have done it for free but certainly for $2,000.00.
Are you kidding me? I told him that he must be joking but I hope he finds
someone to help him live out his fantasy. He asked what it would take? I told
him that if he was serious, he needed to make a serious offer. I think he
offered $5,000.00 next. Ultimately, we settled on a substantial five figure
total and began planning the details.

He wanted me to verbally taunt him during the beating. Agreed. He wanted to be
knocked out cold no matter how much he says that he has had enough or changed
his mind. Agreed. 5 three minute rounds maximum with a one minute break
between rounds. Agreed. He wanted me to box topless. I told him that I would
fight nude but with a cat like mask to hide my identity. Agreed. $10,000.00
additional cost for the full nudity. Agreed. This guy was a pushover. No sex.
Agreed. He needed a corner girl. I insisted that he have a woman in his corner
watching him getting beaten up by a woman. Either a friend of his or a friend
of mine. He didn't want an audience. He certainly wasn't comfortable inviting
someone he knew so I easily convinced him to accept one of mine. Besides, it
would be much more humiliating that way. Agreed. We set a date for the
following Saturday and he wrote me a huge check for half. When it cleared 2
days later, I was on cloud 9!

I had no trouble finding an interested spectator to act as his corner girl. My
friend Marie had confessed to me that she would love to see me beat up a man.
She thought it was sexy. We are occasionally lovers. She is submissive but
with an attitude. I even paid her $1,000.00 to watch. She was jealous of how
much he was paying me and I only told her half of what he actually paid me. He
wired the balance two days before the fight. I like that he trusted me enough
to prepay every last dollar.

Marie and I showed up to his house on Saturday at 1:00. It was a big house
about 4500 square feet and 5 bedrooms. It was one of those houses that they
built before the market crashed. He lived there alone. In the basement behind
a locked door is a full sized boxing ring. He graciously showed us his home
before leaving us in a bedroom for me to get dressed or undressed as the case
may be. Marie salivated as I got naked. She helped me get my 8oz red gloves on
and I slipped a white Terry cloth robe on. The black mask completed the
ensemble and if I do say so myself, it made me look very sexy and somewhat
mysterious. Who is that masked girl?

Waiting in the basement was Kyle and a young good looking man named Jason who
was going to record the fight. He was going to be in the ring to get really
close up shots. He promised to stay out of my way. He was dressed in jeans and
a shirt. Kyle was wearing white boxing shorts with a black stripe down each
side. He had black 10 oz gloves on. He was hard and tenting his trunks.

We met in the middle of the ring and he told Jason to begin recording. I was
covered in my white robe with Marie standing behind me rubbing my neck. Kyle
looked at me and then at Jason and said that he was going to get beaten up and
probably knocked out by a woman and that he was doing this of his own
volition. I echoed his sentiments without identifying myself.

We retreated to our corners and looked at each other. He had salt and pepper
hair and a middle aged pouch. He looked like he was scared to death but still
tented the front of his trunks. Kyle put in his mouthpiece but was not wearing
any other headwear. He stared longingly at me waiting for Marie to loosen my
belt and expose my powerful beautiful naked body. When she unwrapped the belt
and slipped the robe off me I raised my arms making fists standing with my
legs spread for all to see. Kyle's eyes widened and his mouth opened in awe.
"Don't tell me Kyle that you've never seen a naked woman before."

He didn't really say anything. Instead he raised his right hand as if to point
at me. "What's the matter Kyle? You've never seen a woman with a bush before,
well if you're man enough you can have it. But you're not man enough are you?
Let's find out." Kyle nodded to Jason who pressed a button. A moment later the
bell, which had been programmed to our specific match, rang. Ding. It was time
to begin.

Round 1: Kyle tentatively stepped away from his corner. He was turned to his
side with his left side toward me. He had his left fist protecting his face
and was forwardly placed. His right fist was lower and closer to his body. One
area left completely exposed was his stomach which I was planning on pounding
mercilessly.

I told him that I was going to beat him up and knock him out in front of Marie
and he wasn't man enough to stop me. Hey, he was the one who asked me to
sprinkle in some verbal humiliation. I'm right hand dominant but very
comfortable boxing southpaw as well. I chose to immediately adopt the southpaw
stance as that would give me the clearest and most indefensible path to his
stomach. I planned on battering his body as my primary focus.

Right jab right jab right jab right jab. He blocked the first two but the
other two partially landed on his face. I then threw a left hook into his
exposed belly. That felt wonderful. Target practice against a soft target.
What girl wouldn't love... I pulled back and did it again. He wasn't moving
his defenses so I doubled up burying 2 hard left hooks into his belly. He was
emitting a sound with the impact of my fists but I can't really describe it.
One thing was clear. I was hurting him.

He wasn't moving away so I just kept hammering him. Occasionally, I would
throw combinations to his head. Some landed more cleanly than others. But my
main target for round 1 was the body. The accumulation of strikes to his belly
had begun to leave marks. He was turning red.

Eventually, he turned and tried to move away from the torture to his belly.
Now I had a moving target and more opportunity to improvise. The last 45
seconds was really fun. I would dance to his side and pepper him with 3 4 or 5
punch combinations. And then as soon as he figured out what was happening, I
would slide to a different spot and attack from a different direction. The
punches which landed on his face were followed by oohs and oofs. Sometimes he
swore saying oh shit or oh fuck. Because of his mouthpiece, the sounds were
muffled but still served as positive reinforcement as well as instant
feedback. The more desperate the sound emitted, the more effective the punch.
He really bellowed from the left hooks to his face. They seemed to hurt him
the most.

The pretimed bell rang signifying the end of round 1. Kyle staggered to his
corner for rest. Marie quickly placed a stool in his corner to sit on before
he arrived. She was like a trained corner girl. I was impressed. Kyle sat on
the chair to rest. He was bleeding from his lips and his face was red and
splotchy. He wasn't as cute as before we started.

Marie told him that he was getting his ass kicked. She called him pathetic and
a pussy, that he deserved to get beaten up by a girl. She told him how much
she was enjoying seeing him getting beaten up and stuff like that. I stood
resting against the corner and drinking some water. In an odd sort of way, I
felt like I was in a real boxing match with an opponent who I was excited to
knock out. It wasn't a real match but it was far more realistic than any
sparring I had done. The proof was clearly in evidence all over Kyle. This was
real. And he was getting beaten up. I couldn't wait for Round 2.

Ding. Round 2. I came out head hunting. Kyle was trying to stand sideways with
his left side toward me. I concentrated on sliding to my left to open up the
target. My left hook was particularly effective and I started most
combinations with that punch. His reaction opened him up to straight right
jabs. As I pounded his face with multi punch combinations, his wining
escalated. I was coming from all angles and everything was landing. I felt
like Mike Tyson killing an outmatched victim. Halfway through the round I
pivoted to my left and unleashed another left hook followed by an 8 punch
rapid fire combo to the body. I stepped back through another left hook to the
face a right cross and then a left uppercut which avoided his defenses and
crashed into his chin. His knees buckled and he sank to the canvas. Down goes
Kyle!

He groaned in agony as he was on hands and knees. "Get up" I commanded! The
knock down inspired me. It was instantaneous reinforcement. I knocked him
down. Now I really wanted to knock him out.

He got up and I went to town. For the next minute I beat the shit out of Kyle.
Lefts and rights bashing his face in. Combinations from every angle. His
screaming was getting more frantic. But I've got to hand it to him. He took
it. All of it. When the bell rang he barely made it back to his corner.

Marie said to him "you don't look so good. She's beating the shit out of you.
She's gonna knock you out this round. You're pathetic. You're not a man.
You're just a pussy." She was absolutely loving every moment of this one sided
fight. She had a glow about her. She was getting very turned on.

Ding. Round 3. As I approached Kyle I noticed that he seemed to be crying. Not
hard and it looked like he was trying to hide it. This made me hot. I pushed
him and said "come on Kyle show me what you've got. You like it. You like
getting beaten up. Don't you?"

Left hook to the body and another and another and another. Right jab to his
face. Another one and another and then a left hook to his face. Left right
left right left right to the belly. Turn to my left and left right left to the
face. Pause. Right uppercut to the chin. Kyle couldn't help himself. He was
sniveling and crying. Tears were running down his cheeks.

I laughed at him. Another three punch combination and more girly giggling.
"Are you crying? You're crying like a girl." It was fun to rub it in. The more
agony he exhibited, the more ecstasy I enjoyed.

I backed him into the corner and went to knock him out. I wailed on him. I
threw everything but the kitchen sink and almost all of my punches landed and
hurt. If there had been a referee, the bout would have been stopped. But
nobody was going to save him so I kept punching him. He was yelling and crying
no no no. He was frantic.

57 seconds into round 3 it ended. I had hit him multiple times and he looked
like he was about finished. The last three punches were a devastating right
uppercut which snapped his head back. I think that may have been the one. I'm
not sure. His head snapped back and then forward as I was following up with a
left hook. His head fell to his left as I stepped into the hardest punch I
ever threw. A right hook which landed flush on the temple and he fell
sideways. He bounced off the ropes and landed on his right side. His right arm
was out in front of him which cushioned his fall. He was laying on his right
side with his head on his arm as if he was blissfully sleeping. His eyes were
closed and he was out like a light. Marie jumped into the ring and counted to
10. Kyle didn't move a muscle. Except for the blood flowing from his mouth, he
looked like a still photo. He was breathing so I knew I didn't kill him.

I stood over my unconscious victim and stepped on his chest with my fists
raised over my head in the ultimate victory pose. Jason was still recording. A
naked young woman posing over a beaten unconscious man was very erotic. (Jason
emailed me the photo which I proudly still own.) Marie and I embraced and
kissed as we stood over Kyle.

Jason grabbed a bottle of water and poured it onto Kyle to revive him. He was
very groggy and he looked up at me and Marie. He was still hard so I placed my
bare foot against his cock and rubbed. While Marie and I tongue wrestled and I
rubbed his cock a big wet stain formed in the crotch of his boxing trunks. I
knocked him out and made him cum in his shorts. All in all a good day.

"You're pathetic. I knocked you out and made you cum in your pants. Hope you
liked it. Any time you want a rematch let me know. Now however, Marie and I
are going up to your bedroom and we don't want to be disturbed.

Kyle wanted a rematch. We boxed 2 more times. I knocked him out every time.
Jason made a movie about each one. I'm a star.