Elaine gets in some practice 
By Dreadnaught
Phil is useful for practising on 
 
     The gym was quiet during the day for once. Oh well, I couldn't 
complain about that. It'd give me a chance to finally get through 
a complete workout without getting distracted by babes trying to 
hit on me. I knew I had a body the chicks would kill for, but the 
past few weeks it had gotten really bad. Don't get me wrong, I love 
having the women fall all over themselves admiring me, but once it 
starts keeping me from finishing my workouts, then it's too much. 
So I had to start turning a few of them down. No big loss, the way 
they were hitting on me there'd always be half a dozen to replace 
each one I turned away. It was easy. Who would they go for, one of 
the wimps from the offices who are barely strong enough to lift 
themselves out of bed in the morning, or a strong, pumped guy like 
me? No competition. 
     I was halfway through my weights when the two babes came in. 
I'm pretty jaded if I do say so myself, but these two just blew me 
away. The brunette wore a business suit with a short skirt, the 
redhead had on a workout outfit, sports bra, tight spandex shorts, 
black sneakers. Wow, they were both incredibly built, like models 
or porn stars. Unreal. They walked over into a corner of the 
deserted gym, and ignored me. That doesn't happen often. That just 
made them all the more distracting to me, and I watched them while 
I finished up my weights and sat up. 
     I watched as the chick in the power suit stood by, watching 
the redhead go through a series of impressive warmup stretches, 
offering advice here and there while she watched. The redhead was 
amazingly flexible, and watching her was beginning to turn me on. 
Both these babes seemed to have some sort of quality to them I 
couldn't put my finger on, something that I've never seen in any of 
the others down here. Plus they still ignored me, like they didn't 
even notice I was here or something. Give me a break, there hasn't 
been one girl down here who doesn't notice me.  
     Once the redhead finished her workout, the brunette began to 
lead her through a short aerobic workout, putting the redhead 
through some pretty strenuous paces. She was in impressive shape, 
and watching her was really starting to get me hot now. And still 
neither of them seemed to notice me. Being pissed off and aroused 
at the same time is a weird mix, so I decided to go shower and 
change. To hell with being ignored. 
     When I came back out, I got something of a shock. The brunette 
was gone, and the redhead had put on a pair of red boxing gloves. 
She stood practicing on a large punching bag, making like Mike 
Tyson, really trying to tear into the thing. I had to laugh. 
     "What's so funny?" she asked, not looking up at me or breaking 
off her little attack on the bag. 
     I was still snickering as I walked up to her. "Sorry, I just 
don't see many women trying to box," I said. "My name's Phil, have 
I seen you down here before?" She ignored me, punching away. 
Unbelievable. Most women would kill just to have me say hi, and 
here she was ignoring me and my pickup line. "Uhh.." I began. 
     She smirked as she continued her assault on the bag. It was 
wobbling now with the constant punches she was laying into it. "I 
heard you," she grunted with the exertion. "I'm Elaine, and no, 
you've never seen me before. I can tell." 
     "How?" 
     "The way you've been staring at me. The fact that you think 
women boxing is funny," she told me matter-of-factly.  
     I snickered again, and said what was on my mind. "Well, yeah, 
it is funny. I mean, what are you gonna do with it? Someone like 
you can't use it for self-defence, there's no way you could fight 
off a man." 
     She scowled and landed one final punch into the bag, hard. 
Then she stopped and turned to face me, perspiration dripping down 
her arms and tight abs. "You sound pretty damn sure of yourself," 
she snarled at me. 
     "I am, sweetheart," I smiled, putting on the smile I know 
drives women like her crazy. "No offense, but you're a woman. Women 
are better at other things, not fighting." I moved closer to the 
babe, knowing she'd soon be putty in my arms. 
     Like I expected, she smiled seductively at me as I approached. 
But her words didn't match up with her expression. "You know, guys 
like you are so full of shit," she purred quietly. "You think the 
fucking world revolves around you. Well, let me tell you something, 
limpdick, it doesn't, and you don't know what the hell you're 
talking about." 
     I listened to her shoot me down and felt every word hammer 
home, and got even more pissed off because that sweet, seductive 
grin never once left her face. She enjoyed blasting my ass. "Fuck 
you, bitch," I snarled, turning to leave. "You're fucking 
fantasizing if you think you can outfight a guy." I started to 
storm off. Never had I felt so damn humiliated. I'd never been shot 
down so badly. 
     I hadn't taken more than a few steps when she called after me. 
"Think so, tough guy? Want to prove it to me?" I stopped and turned 
back around, looking at her fantastic body and provocative smile. 
     "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. 
     "Go a round or two with me," she invited. "If you're such a 
big man, there's no way I could hurt you. I'm just a little girl." 
The way she said that in such a teasing way really pissed me off. 
If I was ever thinking of hitting a babe, it was now. 
     "You're making it tempting, bitch," I growled. 
     She stepped up close to me, the sweet smell of her 
perspiration and perfume adding to the closeness of her toned body 
and beginning to get me turned on again. "Let me make it even more 
tempting," she whispered huskily. "If you win, I'll give you the 
greatest fuck of your life. How's that sound?" 
     Like I said, being pissed off and aroused at the same time is 
a really weird feeling. She was only a couple of inches shorter 
than me, so I couldn't look down on her as she closed in. It was 
bizarre, feeling so horny that I felt like reaching out and taking 
her now, and at the same time feeling totally intimidated by her 
attitude. All I could stammer out was, "I.. I'm not a boxer." 
     "That doesn't matter," she smiled. "I'm not a man. Any man can 
take a woman, remember?" She was so close to me now her big tits 
were almost mashed up against my chest. "Have we got a deal or 
not?" 
     "Okay," I mumbled. She quickly spun around and began leading 
me over to the placemats. "Just don't cry when I slaughter you," I 
added, trying to regain my attitude once she was out of my face. 
She just laughed. 
     The placemats we stood on were laid out to approximate the 
size of a boxing ring, but without the ropes holding people in, so 
it had many other uses besides as a boxing ring. I'd grabbed a 
couple of boxing gloves on the way over, and now stood on the mat 
clumsily trying to put them on while Elaine watched and smirked at 
my incompetence with them. What can I say? I'm not a boxer, so I'd 
never tried to put these damn things on before. While I fumbled 
with them, Elaine kicked off her sneakers, sending them flying out 
of the way. 
     "You don't mind if I go barefoot, do you?" she said. 
     "Uh.. no," I replied, still muddling with the gloves. 
     Finally I'd managed to get one of them on, and was trying to 
do up the laces. Elaine still stood with the anticipatory grin on 
her face, and she came up to me. "I'll tell you what," she said, 
pulling the laces on her own gloves loose with her teeth. She 
slipped one glove off, then pulled at the laces I'd managed to do 
up, loosening them. She pulled off my glove, then removed her other 
one. Tossing hers aside, she smiled, "Let's forget the gloves. 
We'll just use our bare fists." 
     "Are you nuts?!" I exclaimed. "I'd kill you!" 
     "You sure?" she asked. "Or are you just afraid you might get 
hurt?" More teasing. 
     Before I had the chance to make any sort of comeback, she 
stepped up and threw her right fist at me. The punch came flying up 
towards my face and hit with a light whack. It wasn't an especially 
hard punch, but it still caught me offguard. It was only at that 
moment that I knew she was truly serious. I grunted as her punch 
rocked my head and pain made its presence known. I stumbled back a 
step and dropped my gloves.  
     This wasn't a problem, since I no longer wanted to use them. 
If she thought she could get away with that cheap punch, I'd kill 
her with my bare hands. She just grinned and bounced lightly in a 
boxing stance as I snarled my rage. "Fuck it, if that's the way you 
want it! Arrrggh!" I charged forward, throwing punches at her. 
     Neither of my fists came anywhere near close to hitting her as 
she dodged my wild attacks, coming up on my side. "What the hell 
was that?" Elaine laughed, then slammed one of her fists into the 
left side of my ribcage. "Unnh," I grunted. Dammit, that hurt! I 
stepped back and wrapped my arms around my ribs. Again, she didn't 
seem to be punching very hard, or at least she didn't seem to be 
exerting herself very much. But that one hurt. She must have found 
some sort of a physical weak point and hit me right on it.. Damn, 
she was lucky. 
     She had only given me a split-second to recover when she came 
back at me. "Let me give you a few tips on boxing, wimp boy," she 
giggled. I still had my arms wrapped around my middle, and before 
I could bring them up, Elaine jabbed playfully at my face. I mean, 
it looked playful, it looked like she was just goofing around, but 
when her fist closed in on my face and smacked into my lips, it 
sure as hell didn't feel playful. I grunted again as my head shot 
back. "First off, try to keep your guard up. If you don't try to 
block my punches, there's nothing stopping me from doing this." I 
watched helplessly as her fist drew back and again met my mouth 
painfully. I felt her knuckles starting to open up the skin in my 
mouth and began to get a slight taste of blood as I staggered back, 
trying quickly to bring up my guard, but she was even faster. Her 
left came up and soared straight at my eye, connecting with a 
crack, and filling my vision with dancing colors for a moment. 
Again I staggered back, shaking my head to try to clear out the 
pain and weird colors. I felt bruises starting to form on my face 
as she smiled at me. 
     "I can tell you're gonna learn this the hard way," she told me 
teasingly. "You still think a girl can't defend herself against a 
big, strong man? Or do you need more proof?"  
     I didn't know what to think at this point. She was pretty damn 
lucky with those punches, and she did seem to have a good idea what 
she was doing, but she's still just a babe! How much damage could 
she do? Besides, I did want to beat her, bad. I wanted her to 
swallow her humiliating words. And I wanted her. The more I looked 
at her gorgeous body the more I wanted to fuck it. "I'll show you, 
bitch.. I'll beat you at your own game." I tried to match her 
boxing stance, and came up close, even if it was a bit more clumsy- 
looking than her smooth, practiced strides. 
     "Suit yourself," Elaine smiled. "I still have a lot to teach 
you. I left you standing after the last punch. I'm gonna knock you 
flat on your ass in a little bit." God, her confidence was really 
pissing me off. How crazy was she? She might get in a few lucky 
hits, but there was no way she could knock me flat. I just growled 
and moved in. 
     Following her advice, I moved in with my fists up, trying to 
protect my face. I tried throwing a couple of punches at her head 
from my guard position, and missed both times. She wouldn't stand 
still. "Lesson number two," she said as my second attempted punch 
missed her harmlessly. She stepped outside my punch and struck, 
again landing her fist in my left kidney area. I groaned loudly and 
again began to double up slightly. "Never let your guard down by 
trying a futile attack." Whack, again her fist punished me, 
slamming into my chin. I reeled back once more, my eyes beginning 
to tear up from the intensity of the pain I was beginning to 
experience from her blows. She hit me twice now in my side, and 
harder now as well. It began to dawn on me that she did indeed know 
what she was doing. Still, she was just a girl! What could she do? 
     "Hey, those hurt!" I yelled as I began to realize she wasn't 
just playing around. "Awww, can't you take a few little girlie 
punches, big man?" she pouted at me in response. Dammit, she was 
really getting on my nerves. "Fuck you!" I spat, coming in on her 
again. 
     I swung the instant I got into range, a huge roundhouse at her 
head, which missed once again. Knowing I could expect a swift 
reply, I brought my guard up as much as I could. "Lesson three," 
she chortled, bringing her fist back to prepare it for its flight 
to my face again, if she could get it through my guard. The moment 
I realized that was just a feint, her other fist slammed hard into 
my left kidney yet again. The pain from three successive punches to 
the same place was becoming unbearable. I almost screamed as my 
arms dropped once more. "You have to learn to anticipate your 
opponent's moves and adjust your guard to compensate." No sooner 
had Elaine told me this than I saw her fists coming up to punish my 
face, but my middle was in such pain that I couldn't stop her. 
Whack-whack, biff. She shot two rapidfire jabs into my mouth with 
her left, then a solid right to my chin. Her first two punches 
staggered me and her last sent me down. I fell onto my butt and 
collapsed onto my back, fighting the pain and the sudden grogginess 
I felt. I shook my head vigorously to try to clear out both as the 
sound of her laughter rang in my ears, and the taste of blood 
coated my mouth. 
     "Still think you're gonna kill me, tough guy?" Elaine sneered 
down at me. "A friend of mine told me female fists can be powerful 
weapons. I'm still finding out just how right she was." She towered 
over me as I lay on the mat, her hands on her hips, laughing at me. 
I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life. I couldn't believe a 
girl had dropped me with a few punches. Time to stop fooling 
around, I told myself, and rolled over to get back up. 
     "Want some more, eh? Good. Punching you around is a lot more 
fun than punching a bag," she taunted me. Enraged, I spun around to 
face the boxer girl, only to find her already on top of me. Thud, 
she punched me in the ribs again, in the same spot as before. I 
yelled in agony, dropping to my knees before her. "Lesson four," 
she smiled as I fought off the urge to retch. "Once you find or 
make a weakness, exploit it." Again she buried her fist in my 
kidney, harder than before. It felt like she was sticking a dagger 
into my midsection. I toppled over face down at her feet, holding 
my gut, wracked with pain, gagging violently. "C'mon, sexy boy," 
Elaine teased. "Don't give up now. I got more lessons planned for 
you." I couldn't reply for all the heaving in my stomach. This was 
getting ridiculous. She was tough, and she was making a fool out of 
me. If we kept playing by her rules I knew I'd just be receiving 
more pain. Time to change the rules. 
     As my gagging stopped and I recuperated, she teased me 
mercilessly. "Men like you are so pathetic. You're rough, you're 
tough, and a woman knocks you flat with a few punches. You starting 
to rethink what a man you are yet, limpdick? If not, I got plenty 
more of what I've given you so far waiting for you." She reassumed 
her boxer's stance as I got to my knees. 
     This time I'd make sure she wasn't expecting me. Instead of 
getting back up and walking into more of her punches, I leapt at 
her from where I was. "You're going down NOW!" I screamed as I 
tackled her to the mats. I did surprise her, and we tumbled to the 
mat with me on top. I managed to get all my weight on her and pin 
both her arms over her head. With the sixty or so pound advantage 
I had, she couldn't budge me. She was strong, but not that strong. 
Triumphantly, I told her, "This is over, bitch!" and quickly drew 
my hand back, preparing to end this fight with one mighty blow that 
I couldn't miss with her so helpless. Unfortunately, to do that, I 
had to free her arm, and even though she wasn't nearly as strong as 
me, she was a lot quicker. Before I could even launch my punch, her 
free arm shot up and she punched me in the jaw. I saw her break 
into another seductive smile before I got a close-up of her 
knuckles slamming my face. Her punch sent me rolling off her onto 
my back on the mat. "Lesson five, never count a girl out of a 
fight," she laughed. I heard her getting up off the mat and tried 
to follow her up as quickly as I could, hoping I could get another 
chance to use my superior weight against her. I was beginning to 
think it was the only advantage I had. 
     I saw her hovering in front of me and grabbed at her, trying 
to hold her still and bring her down again, where I was going to 
make sure I wouldn't make the same mistake of letting her free 
herself. I grabbed one of Elaine's arms in one hand, but missed the 
other. She made sure I knew I'd missed, by blasting me with a punch 
to the ribs once more. I yowled and looked down at my side. I was 
starting to get a big purple bruise there, exactly the size and 
shape of her fist. Then I saw that fist fly again, smashing into 
the middle of my face like a freight train. I heard a loud whack, 
my eyesight blurred threateningly, and I thought I felt cartilage 
give way in my nose under her onslaught. I flopped back down to the 
mat, winded, beaten, but not finished yet. "I'll bet you never 
thought a woman's fists could cause you this much pain, right?" I 
heard her chuckle as I struggled against the pain. "And I'm just 
getting warmed up. Get up, little wimp." I was trying to. I was 
losing my enthusiasm in a hurry for fighting Elaine, but there had 
to be something I could do to stop her and turn the tables. I had 
to try. There was no way I could let this babe beat me. 
     I made a move to get up, knowing that would draw her back into 
range so she could give me more punishment. The second she stepped 
close enough, I lashed out with my leg, hoping to trip her. Yeah, 
it was cheap, but if it worked, what the hell. Lucky for me, she 
didn't expect that, and I slammed into her ankle, knocking her to 
the mat. Now all I needed to do was get up and find something to 
use as a weapon, fast. I shakily got up, looking around 
frantically. Those boxing gloves wouldn't be much use. Her 
sneakers? Nope. Of course, the dumbbells over by the weight bench! 
I knew just holding those menacingly enough would be enough to 
scare her off. Elaine was strong, and I had to admit she knew what 
she was doing in a fight, but I doubted she was insane, so she'd 
back off. I took a step towards the weight bench. 
     Too late. I felt her hand close around my ankle, then she 
yanked with all her strength, and I fell like a cut tree. "Where 
you going, bigshot?" I heard her say as I toppled down onto my 
face. "You're not leaving just when it's getting interesting, are 
you?" I felt her rolling me over onto my back, then she gripped my 
shirt and pulled me up into a sitting position as she kneeled over 
me. I don't know how she was able to manhandle me so efficiently 
when I was putting as much effort as I could into struggling 
against her. Once she had me where she wanted me, she drove a swift 
punch into my chin. I yelped with the pain, but she kept her firm 
grasp on my shirt to keep me where I was. "Was the widdle man 
twying to wun away?" Elaine giggled, then her fist shot forward 
again, blackening my eye with a sharp whack. I groaned and tried to 
slump back to the mat, but she held me firm. "No, you couldn't have 
been trying to run away, the door's on the other side of the room. 
Ah, you were gonna try and knock me around with the weights? Shame 
on you, trying to beat a helpless woman with weapons like that," 
she laughed. Helpless, my ass. And to prove her point she slammed 
down yet another punch to my battered face. I began to see spots 
before my eyes, and I heard my voice crying hoarsely with the pain. 
"Look at you," Elaine said. "Remember just a few minutes ago how 
sure you were of yourself? A girl could never beat a man, oh no. 
Now you're looking for a weapon to try to fight off the pain she's 
giving you. You're a pathetic little wimp." She hauled her fist 
back for another punch. "No, please!" I screamed, but too late. Her 
punch came straight at my nose in slow motion, her fist looming 
larger and larger. WHAM. Her punch sent me awash in a sea of agony, 
my shouts drowning out her contemptuous laughter, darkness flowing 
into my vision from all sides. I flopped back to the mat, waiting 
for unconsciousness to sweep me away. 
     I wasn't that lucky. Just as I was about to pass out, I felt 
a stinging reminder of the powerful woman who had beaten me. She 
was slapping my face, just hard enough to keep me from passing into 
a peaceful slumber. I looked up into her beautiful face framed by 
her lovely red hair. "C'mon, tiny," she sneered at me. "Don't pass 
out yet. I haven't finished amusing myself with you. When I'm done, 
then I'll knock you out. I'm not gonna let you sleep before that." 
     God, she still wasn't finished with me! I couldn't take any 
more of this. She'd already done enough damage to knock me out, and 
she wasn't done yet. "No, please stop," I groaned through bloody, 
swollen lips. "Please stop hurting me. I'll do anything.. whatever 
you want." 
     Elaine grinned down at me. "Hmmm, anything?" she chuckled. 
"Well, for a start you can apologize for calling me a bitch.. and 
admit that I'm stronger than you." 
     I waffled for a second, sputtering with indignation, until she 
raised her fist menacingly, bringing it back to pound me some more. 
"No!" I sobbed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I called you a bitch." 
     "And?" she smiled. She was really enjoying this, humiliating 
me so badly.  
     "And yes, you're stronger than me." 
     She looked down at me for a moment, then grabbed my shirt 
again. "Nope, you don't sound like you mean it," she said. Her fist 
came back. 
     "No!!" I cried. Elaine's punch slammed into my face, loosening 
a couple of teeth, or so it felt. My head shot back to the floor, 
and again heavenly images danced in my vision briefly as I groaned 
loudly. "Now, tell me that again," she beamed. 
     I began to cry weakly, tears pouring out of my black eyes. 
"Please, please," I begged. "Please stop.. you're way too strong 
for me. I can't take any more of your punches! Please!" I lay and 
sobbed helplessly underneath her, completely beaten, mentally and 
physically. 
     "That's better," Elaine said with approval. "So you're 
admitting you were wrong before when you said no woman could beat 
a man?" 
     "Yes," I wept. 
     "So you admit my fists were too much for you?" 
     "Yes! Just please, make it stop.." I begged. It was all too 
much, having to admit I'd been beaten by a woman, and being 
confronted with that fact so forcefully. How could I walk with my 
former pride ever again? I felt like an insect waiting to be 
stomped on. 
     Just then I heard a loud clicking echoing through the empty 
gym, coming closer. The noise was made by the high heels of the 
other babe. She approached and looked us over. 
     "You've done well, Elaine," she said. "You've made a great 
deal of progress." 
     "Thank you, Roxanne," my tormentress answered. I began to sob 
louder now, feeling that I'd been used all along. Every move they 
made since they came in had been designed to lure me in, to get me 
to act as Elaine's plaything in a test of some sort.  
     Roxanne ignored my bawling for the moment. "You still need a 
lot more practice, though. You did let him catch you offguard for 
a moment and trip you. Against a better opponent that might be a 
fatal error." 
     "Yes, Roxanne," Elaine agreed. 
     Roxanne smiled down at my battered body. "And don't delude 
yourself that all men are as weak as him, Elaine. There are one or 
two in the world that can actually put up a decent fight." 
     "Right," Elaine said with a girlish giggle, then returned her 
attention back to me. "Thanks for the help, limpdick. It's been a 
pleasure knocking you out." Her fist loomed large as she drew it 
back for another strike. 
     I panicked. "No, no more!!" I screamed, but she ignored me. 
Her knuckles shot forward at me with incredible speed. I felt her 
first punch land solidly, breaking my weakened nose with a crunch. 
My eyes filled with red, the pain receivers in my body began to 
overload. And again the fist that had destroyed me and my ego 
rocketed down, slamming another hard punch into my flattened nose. 
The red in my vision began darkening, and the pain rose to such a 
huge crescendo that my weak male body couldn't handle it anymore. 
I fell back to the mat, knocked cold by a girl.