The next weekend saw Jungle Boy and his mate, Jungle Girl; at Big Bob's Gym. They were standing in one corner of the boxing ring, waiting for K.O.Kitty and Joltin' Joe to arrive from the locker room. Soon Joe arrived, followed by Kittie. She took up position at ringside, while Joltin' Joe crawled into the ring to face Jungle Girl, one on one. Because the gym was officially closed, they were the only four people in the building. Jungle Boy rang the bell, then took up position in his corner. Kittie left her corner and walked over to Jungle Boy. Meanwhile Joe moved out into the center of the ring. He was a large, dark-haired man with a pot belly, of perhaps 42 years of age. He looked strong enough, but out of shape. Jungle Girl moved out to meet him. He threw a jab that struck her in the jaw. She dropped to her knees and covered her head. When Joe saw that, he dropped his guard, laughing. . .

THE FIGHT BETWEEN JUNGLE GIRL AND JOLTIN' JOE

(as told to Joe by Jungle Girl)

Not so fast Jerk'off . Look to your left...loser. What do you see. Yeah, that's your idiot girlfriend making a bet with Jungle Boy. She actually thinks your gonna win! From the looks of it, I'd say she just bet your entire paycheck from "Burger World." JB(that's Jungle Boy to you, flunkie) told me that she's giving 5 to 1 odds. That means she risks $5.00 for every $1.00 JB risks...or I should say...YOU risk $5.00. I doubt that horse-faced goldigger girl of yours even HAS money to risk. I'm only acting hurt 'till the money changes hands, and it just did. Goodnight asshole.

I leap up. WHAM! A hard left hook smashes into your temple. OOOFF! A right uppercut to your midsection. WHAM! A second left hook. You drop to your knees, Jerk-o; you then fall face forward, and your eyes glaze over...KO!!! I could finish you right now, but I'm gonna make you pay for what your loser girl did to JB. I'll let you recover, while I talk to your crappykitten:

"Hey, Kittylitter! Why the stunned look on your face? You didn't bet the house now, did you? So you and loser boy get-off sitting on people's faces; making them kiss your sorry ass. Big deal! That's nothin' compared to what JB and I like to do to sorry chumps like you two. After I beat this Jerk'off to within an inch of his life; he'll get a facefull of my cunt. Of course, I doubt he'll satisfy me...but it's probably the only decent cunt he can get. I may even pull his head back and let JB have a little fun. That should be pretty humiliating, shouldn't it? Then, I'm coming after you. After you're lying in a broken heap; you can bet that JB will have his cock in your mouth while I hold your beaten head back. I may even take a turn at it. Ever get a woman off?"

You stagger back to to your feet. So what do you think of my body? My wild, platinum blonde hair; my big, hard, tan muscles? Have you ever seen a woman like me? As hard as me? Do you really think your wimpy body can take on mine? Look at my arms boy. I'll knock you cold. What do you think of my black leather, thong loincloth? My black leather gloves? That's not a bulge I see in your "tuff boy" boxing shorts is it? I turn to your bitch:

"Kittylitter! Look at your man. Look at his bulge! It's for me, does he ever do that for you?"

It's OK, Schmuck-o; I know you want me. I doubt that woman of yours even knows how to satisfy you...I turn around, showing you my gorgeous ASS. You can't help yourself, you move in...tisk, tisk...you should know better than to drop your guard. WHAM!!!!! A HARD RIGHT CROSS!!!! You drop like a sack of potatoes, AGAIN! ONE....TWO....THREE....FOUR...FIVE....

JB calls to me..."hey, Sexy Buns! Me bet big money! Fight suppose to last three rounds! Or no money!"

"OK Stud Boy! Go get that bucket of water from our corner..."

SPLASH!!!

Oh, look, you're coming too! Is that a little blood I see on your lip?

RING!!!!!

Oh, saved by the bell, lucky you!

Round 2 begins.

You put your guard up this time. You throw a big roundhouse punch, WHOOSH! I duck easily. POP! POP! POP! Three jabs in your face.

You throw another roundhouse. POP! POP! POP! More jabs! This is easy, I could hit you in the the face all day long.

You try your own jab. POP! I block with my glove. You are just like that girlfriend of yours. Everytime you punch, you drop your guard. She must have been your teacher. Now, let me show you what a little skill can do...go ahead and hit me.

You fell for it, idiot!

You dropped your guard to throw a right cross, but before you could swing...POP! POP! POP! Then, WHAM! A hard uppercut. You drop like a sack of potatoes, AGAIN! Let's see, I've knocked you out now using every punch in the book, except my jab. I'll try that next. The bell rings, lucky you!

SPLASH!!! This time kokitten is trying to wake you up.

Round 3 begins.

KrappyKitten has to push you out into the ring. This is the final round, as far as you're concerned, Jerk-o.

You throw a hard right, I duck. WHOOOSH! Then a very sloppy left hook, WHOOOSH! Missed me! I point to my gut. Give it your best shot, asshole. You wind up, and throw a hard hooking right. POW! Your fist just bounces off. Now it's my turn. I bend my knees and launch a hard right. POW! OOOOFFF! I guess you'll need to do more sit-ups, loser. You bend over, but stay on your feet. I'm surprised at your stamina; well, sort-of surprised.

I launch a hard jab. POP! Slowly, you drop to your knees, then fall face forward. Your eyes close for a few seconds. There, see? KO number four; by one of my jabs. I knew I could do it! Now for some fun.

I pull you up to your feet. I cock back my right fist. WHAM!!!! A right cross. You fly into the ropes. Before you can fall, I wrap your arms up in the ropes, now you are being held up by the tangled ropes. You are fighting to stay awake. Now, about that girlfriend of yours: OOOFFF! A hard right to your gut. OOOFFF! That's two. OOOOFFF! A hard left to your ribs, that's three. OOOOFF! Another right; four. OOOFFF! Another left; five. OOOOFFF! Another right; six. OOOOFFF! Another left; seven. I sure hope I don't break anything. OOOOFFF! A right uppercut into your solar plexus; eight. How about another one? OOOOFFF! That one had your feet off the ground; nine. Hey, you're not unconscious, are you? I wind up for one last HARD one. OOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!! Your unconscious, broken body hangs by its tangled arms, dripping sweat. Your stone cold face is pale. Your midsection is bright red, just like Jungle Boy's butt when he got spanked. I call to your slut:

"Hey KittyKrapp! Remember your ten spanks to JB's cute rear? Well, my ten slugs were payback. Only his belly isn't near as hard as JB's buns. I'd say what your man got was a lot worse that what mine got. Your next, horseface!"

Now Chump-o, I drag your limp body into the middle of the ring. Boy, you're really out cold. And to think, I was planning on working on your ugly face, next. Oh, good. Here comes JB with more water. He speaks:

Hey! Mighty Jungle Girl! Here water for you. I pour on limp man!

SPLASH!

It helps, but not much. I have no choice. I'll have to spank you first, just to try to wake you up!

Your sweet dreams are rudely interupted, by a sharp, stinging pain. You feel sick to your beaten stomach, your head feels swollen and throbbing, now your buns are on fire! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I've lost count...I must have spanked you a hundred times. Finally, your coming too. And your crying, just like a fucking baby! Bent over my knee like some naughty child! Boy, your buns are bright red. Each time I hit, they shake like red jell-o! Now, baby boy; I give you a choice...

SHALL I SIT ON YOUR FACE NEXT; OR MAKE YOU SUCK ME AND JB????????

IF YOU CAN'T DECIDE, BABY BOY, I'LL DECIDE FOR YOU!!!!

AND YOU KNOW WHICH ONE I PREFER!!!!!

By now, you're sobbing like a fucking baby brat! I feel like beating the life out of your weak, out of shape, poor excuse for a body. You beg, beg, BEG. . . for the first choice I gave you. What's a matter, don't you want JB's big cock squirting cum down your throat? I like to suck him clean wimp, what's your problem? You're still lying on your shapeless back, staring at the ceiling. I guess I'll just squat down here over your face, my face looking at that bulge in your "tuff boy" boxing shorts.

O.k. pipsqueek! Start kissing!

1. SMACK! "Oh! Jungle Girl your buns are steel!"

2. SMACK! "OH! OH! I want you!"

3. SMACK! "OH!"

4. SMACK! "OH! Baby! Your sweet buns excite me!"

5. SMACK! "OH! OH! OH!"

Getting off, pipsqueek? Kitty is watching you know...

6. SMOOCH! "OH! OH! OH!!!" You stop to rest, and pant...

Hey Kittykrap! Look! Your little man is about to cum, kissing my ass! Now get back to kissing, asshole, or I'll get back to slugging!!!

7. SMACK! "OH! OH! OOHHH!!"

8. SMACK! "OH! OH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

9. SMACK! "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGG!!!!" Pant! Pant!

Looks like you just made a mess in you pretty, new boxer shorts! And I'm starting to get a little wet, myself...

10.SMACK. Pant! Pant!

What? You call that last one a kiss? My grandma could do a better job. Looks like you just broke our little agreement...lucky me. Besides, math genius, you said I knocked you out four times. Actually, it was five! Now get the fuck up! I said, GET THE FUCK UP!!! ON YOUR KNEES!!!!

You're lying flat. I grab you by the hair, and pull you up to your knees. You are facing me. I loosen the front of my loincloth, and slide it to the side. Ok pipsqueek, you got me wet a moment ago...now lick me clean! Oh. I can see you don't need to be told. There...yes, right there, start licking my clit. OH! Hey, your not half bad. OHH! YES!

Hey Kittykrap! Look at your man now! On his knees, trying to get me off! Looks like he's forgotten all about you, he wants the new girl in town! He...OH! OOHHH! OOOOOOOOHHH!!!!

OK pipsqueek! I'll make you a deal. Make me cum, and I'll forget about having JB put his dick in your mouth...OOOOHHHH! Now your licking harder and faster than ever. Your tounge is SSOOO tired! But you keep licking out of FEAR! You here me moan...OOOHHHH!!!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I'm getting close, pipsqueek, I'm starting to sweat. I'm a OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! What was I gonna say? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

Pretty good job, pipsqueek. I really enjoyed that. Look, I'm sweating all over. Now pipsqueek, it's your turn! I pull your head back, by your hair. I cock back my bare, right fist. It's VERY hard without its glove on, like my buns! Poor you, you're still on your knees, oh well. I slug you, my hard right fist smashes into your chin. You are flat on your back, spread-eagle. Knocked cold. I don't think you'll be getting up anytime soon!

Hey! Kittykrap! It's your turn, remember? I guess you owe JB some money too, looks like he's gonna collect. You've got a rematch with my Stud Boy! He's gonna beat the living shit out of you this time. So if you've got the balls to take him on, then get in here and start throwing punches! But first drag this half-dead loser of yours out of the ring!