Roxanne's boxing match
By Dreadnaught
Rozanne against Sam Frazier


     Fight night finally came. I got to Gold's Gym early,
anticipating a large crowd based on the ads I had posted about the
fight. I wasn't surprised to see a few regulars had already
arrived. I knew advertising this evening as Frazier vs. a "mystery
opponent" would tell the regulars one of my girls would be boxing
tonight, while keeping Frazier and his camp in the dark about their
opponent. 
     As more and more people began milling about, choosing seats,
I took an inspection tour of the video cameras that had been set up
to capture the evening's proceedings. There must have been easily
a dozen cameras, ready to capture the fight from every conceivable
angle, above and below, and to get some good footage of the crowd
cheering the combatants on. During the week all the footage would
be edited, under Roxanne's direct supervision, into an exciting
fight tape. She even suggested marketing the tape and making more
like it once she had beaten Frazier for all to see. I told her we
may want to wait to see how it turns out first, but she was
completely confident. Everything was manned and ready to go.
     As I was finishing the check on the last camera, shooting down
on the ring from a position above the main level, I watched Nina
and Derek enter the gym. Nina had told us of the brawl she'd gotten
into after leaving my bar the other night, how she'd destroyed the
squad Derek had hired to rough her up, and how Derek had finally
come to his senses and given up trying to beat her. She now used
him as a "manservant" and he looked very eager to please. Nina wore
a stunning, very tight, navy blue minidress, and her pleasing
curves and long, seductive legs drew stares of admiration as she
strode with confidence to the front row of the spectator's seats.
Behind her, following timidly, unable to tear his attention off his
mistress to even notice anything else, came Derek, who looked like
he'd slept in the rumpled jacket and suit he was in. They sat in
the middle of the front row, and Nina kept herself amused by
leaning over occasionally, whispering something in Derek's ear, and
keeping his attention focussed on her knockout legs as she crossed
and uncrossed them, teasing him mercilessly with their arousing
movements. And every time he showed an obvious sign of arousal,
Nina would delightedly punish him. As I watched, Derek weakened and
moved one hand towards his aching crotch while the other moved
timorously towards Nina's shapely legs. She responded with a swift
elbow to his solar plexus, practically knocking him flat in his
chair. As he groaned and she giggled, I moved off to go backstage
to check on the fighters.
     Sam Frazier was in his room, getting a pep talk from his
manager. Frazier was a tall, well-muscled black man, but a bit of
the muscle had turned to fat over the years. He probably wouldn't
be much of a contender for the championship title nowadays with all
the young, hungry boxers coming up, but he'd give them all a run
for their money. He sat and listened to the inspiring speech his
manager was giving him with fire in his eyes, the muscles in his
body tensing and relaxing. I found myself growing more and more
nervous as I watched him, so I went to find Roxanne's room.
     Hers was not surprisingly much bigger than Frazier's room was.
Dressed in a sports bra with tight spandex shorts and very non-
regulation high heeled ankle boots, she stood close to one wall,
practicing shadow boxing. Watching her effortlessly flick out punch
after punch was Elaine, who was acting as Roxanne's assistant in
the match. She was dressed in a very similar fashion to Roxanne. As
I watched the sexy woman warming her fists up, I naturally became
very suddenly erect.
     Roxanne heard me enter and turned to smile at me, her sports
bra barely containing her ample breasts. "Good evening, Mr. Black,"
she said, returning to her practice. "Come to wish me luck
tonight?" She reeled off a mind-bogglingly fast series of jabs and
followed with an uppercut.
     "Th.." I stammered, "That's not exactly regulation boxing
attire."
     Roxanne stopped again and turned towards me, placing her hands
on her hips and emphasizing her extremely fit female physique. "Of
course not," she grinned. "I wish to emphasize to Mr. Frazier that
he's being beaten by a woman. Do you think there will be any doubt
in his mind about that, Mr. Black?"
     I flushed as I stared at her gorgeous, slim figure. "Not at
all."
     She chuckled. "Good," she acknowledged, then returned to her
practice. Her fists flashed out before her, almost blurring with
their speed.
     "I.. I'm worried," I ventured to add.
     "About the fight?"
     "Yeah. Frazier's a monster, Roxanne. I.. I don't want anything
bad to happen.." I stammered, not knowing how to express my
concern. I sincerely didn't want to see Roxanne get hurt, but I'd
only insult her if I implied she had gotten herself into something
she couldn't handle.
     She stopped her practice again, looked at me, then came over
to me with a broad smile. Stopping just a few inches away, she
asked, "Mr. Black, you've seen me fight several times before.. have
I ever lost? Against any man?"
     "No.." I admitted uneasily. She and her friends were the
greatest fighters I'd ever seen. I'd watched each of them pummel
men into heaps on numerous occasions. "But this one.. he scares me,
Roxanne."
     "So he should," she told me. "He's a professional boxer. He
makes Olson's fighters look like the jokes they are." Her eyes
looked warmly into mine. "But don't worry, Mr. Black. I would not
have arranged this match if I weren't 100% confident of victory."
As I searched her eyes and drew strength from her confidence, she
surreptitiously reached up, her hand engulfing my hard, throbbing
penis, squeezing it gently and causing me to suppress a soft moan.
Roxanne whispered, "And when I have won, I may just allow you to
help me celebrate.. and worship the victor." Then her hand was
gone, and she had returned to her practice. 
     A flurry of punches flew from Roxanne's powerful fists.
"There's only ten minutes until the match starts, Mr. Black. I
suggest you find a suitable seat in the audience."
     I gulped deeply and turned, hoping my obvious bulge would have
calmed itself by the time I got back out in public.
     It did, somewhat. I was working on calming myself down as I
sat in the front row, and fighting the nauseous feelings my doubts
were giving my stomach when a voice came down to me. "Evening,
Black."
     I looked up. Tara stood smiling at me. Like Nina, she had
dressed for the evening, in a stunning black miniskirt and top,
with sheer black nylons and black heels. She seemed not to notice
the gapes raining upon her from the assembling crowd. "Oh.. hi,
Tara," I mumbled as she sat next to me.
     "What's eating you?" she asked. "You look like you're about to
heave."
     "Oh, I dunno," I grumbled. "I guess I'm just worried about
this fight. I just hope Roxanne can handle this guy."
     Tara laughed. "Black, you're like my boss when I was working
as a bouncer. You worry too much." She paused and took a closer
look at me as I fretted. "You really are worried, aren't you?"
     "Yeah.. yeah, I am," I admitted hesitantly.
     Tara smiled at me, the first time I'd ever seen her give any
sort of friendly gesture to me, or any man, for that matter. "Well,
you don't have to worry," she reassured me. "I've known Roxanne for
a long time. Picked up a lot of technique from her too. She's the
only person I know who can fight better than I can," she said, and
the honesty in her voice cheered me somewhat. "Roxanne'll smash
this guy to pieces, no problem."
     "I hope you're right," I muttered.
     The blonde continued examining me before she burst into a
grin. "I think it's cute how much you worry about her. You must
really like her a lot. I know she has a very high opinion of you."
     I blushed rapidly, shifting uneasily in my seat, feeling like
a little schoolboy confronted with a crush. "I.. uh.. thanks," I
spluttered. Tara laughed with delight at my discomfort.
     Thankfully, my moment under Tara's spotlight was interrupted
by the bell going off, indicating the start of the match. A rather
burly referee entered the ring, pulling the cord of his microphone
after him. "Ladies and gentlemen, this fight is set for 12 rounds,"
he barked as the crowd began settling. "Making his way to the ring,
at 5' 11" and 190 pounds, Sam Frazier!" Frazier and his manager
made his way up the aisle to the ring to the desultory applause of
the crowd. Frazier looked so mean that the people in the aisle
seats seemed to cringe away from him. The two men climbed into the
ring, Frazier putting on a little show of a flurry of punches, his
red gloves flicking back and forth. Tara snorted her contempt.
"Geez, Black, if I ran into this guy on the street he'd last maybe
five minutes against me."
     "And now, introducing.." the referee continued. "At 5' 10",
weight: none of your business, the Honourable.. Roxanne
Carstairs!!" The crowd whooped and cheered wildly for the two
lovely women as they emerged into the aisle and began confidently
strolling towards the ring. Frazier's jaw was hanging in disbelief
as Roxanne and Elaine climbed easily into the arena, and he quickly
found expression for his thoughts. "What?! WHAT?? I din't come here
to fight some damn woman, man!" he roared at his manager as the two
women set themselves in their corner. "What the fuck kinda setup
was this?!" Frazier yelled. "Man, I'm outta here!"
     Roxanne quickly stood and made her way towards him. "Mr.
Frazier, you agreed to this fight in advance, didn't you?"
     He boggled his eyes at her. "Yeah, but I din't know I was
gonna be fightin' a babe!"
     Roxanne smiled. "Nevertheless, you did agree to the fight. Do
you remember the size of the purse should you win?"
     Frazier's rage began to wind down noticeably. "Yeah," he
muttered.
     "Good. Now, I assume you're not trying to back out because
you're afraid to fight me?" she teased gently.
     Frazier boggled at her again. "Sister, I'm just 'fraid of how
bad I'm gonna be hurtin' you."
     Roxanne chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that if I were
you. I've already given you a considerable advantage." She looked
down, making sure his gaze followed hers down her attractive legs.
"I'm wearing heels," she smirked, and returned to her corner.
Frazier continued to look stunned, but moved over to his own
corner.
     The bell rang once, and both fighters stood and moved to the
center of the ring as Elaine and Frazier's manager stepped outside.
The referee met Roxanne and Frazier and gave them the standard
speech. "Now, I want a clean fight," he intoned. "For this fight,
we've added the rule, no punching the woman in the breasts."
     Frazier grumbled as he looked doubtfully at Roxanne's sizable
boobs, barely restrained by her sports bra. "Man, that's gonna be
pretty damn hard."
     Roxanne grinned. "Think of it as a challenge, Mr. Frazier,"
she chortled.
     The referee finished. "Okay, now touch gloves and when the
bell goes, come out fighting." Roxanne's black gloves batted
lightly against Frazier's red gloves, and both combatants returned
to their corners.
     "Here we go," Tara beamed. I still felt ill with worry.
     The bell rang and the ref's voice boomed. "Fight!" Roxanne and
Frazier moved out of their corners. They circled each other in the
center of the ring, each fighter sizing up their opponent. Roxanne
moved lithely and easily, despite her handicap of her high heeled
boots. Frazier still looked doubtful about the whole situation, but
threatening.
     "Darlin', this is gonna be the easiest fight prize I ever
won," he snarled as she danced around him.
     "Well, you'd best try and earn it then," Roxanne replied. "I
shan't be going down without a fight."
     Frazier closed on his female opponent, rather halfheartedly
flicking a jab in her direction, expecting that alone would flatten
her. His eyes widened slightly as Roxanne easily brought up her
glove and his punch deflected harmlessly off of it. Another jab met
with the same result before she skipped lightly back out of his
reach.
     "Come now, Mr. Frazier, you'll have to do better than that,"
the beautiful amazon smirked. Frazier grumbled and followed her,
throwing another jab only to find it blocked once more. This time
he followed up with a harder punch at her head, a looping right,
only to find it too bouncing off her gloves as she effortlessly
absorbed the blow.
     The man looked surprised as Roxanne stepped away from him
again, undamaged. "Okay, I'll give you that much, you can defend
yerself," he conceded as he again followed her, fists at the
ready.
     Roxanne smiled as her own fists bobbed easily in front of her.
"Oh, I can do much more than that," she responded, blocking another
jab from Frazier. This time she issued her own reply, a sharp jab
that shot into Frazier's chin. Being convinced as he was that this
would be an easy fight, he definitely wasn't prepared for the woman
to stand up to his punches, never mind dealing out a few of her
own. Her punch rocked his head and he stepped back, surprised,
gaping at his sexy opponent. "I did tell you you were in for a
fight," she smiled sweetly.
     Grumbling at himself, Frazier resumed his stance. "Lucky shot,
sister. You won't get that again." He closed in and threw a couple
of right jabs, both of which Roxanne blocked, then he tried a body
shot, which he looked like he poured considerable force into. I
cringed visibly as the punch flew.
     Frazier's gloved fist landed hard in Roxanne's firm, toned
abs, with practically no visible effect. She barely flinched. The
boxer was really in shock now. He'd expected that hard shot to put
the girl down on the canvas, not to hit a wall of muscle like he
did. Roxanne grinned and launched her own punch to her opponent's
middle. It thudded home and caused Frazier to recoil away from her,
coughing and spluttering from the force of her punch. She wasted no
time, closing in and throwing a strong right to the big man's face.
Her glove smacked his head to the side, and he almost stumbled as
he staggered back from the amazon onslaught. Outside the ring,
Frazier's manager was livid, turning red as he screamed
encouragement and obscenities at his fighter. Elaine just stood and
watched, smiling.
     Roxanne closed again and threw a jab at Frazier's head. This
time he was able to block it, but his hands shook from the force of
her blow. He still looked shocked, shocked at the power this woman
had to her punches, and realizing the fight he had on his hands
wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. Similarly, my queasiness
began to ease as I watched Roxanne at work. She feinted another jab
at his head, then drove her other fist hard into his gut as he
opened up his guard. He fell back from her again, wincing in pain. 
She pursued him, preparing another volley of punches, only to be
interrupted by the bell signalling the end of the round. Roxanne
spun on her heel and headed confidently back to her corner, leaving
the stunned boxer to shamble back to his, straight into the abuse
and insults from his manager.
     Roxanne smiled as she rested, drinking the water Elaine
offered her quietly. It made quite the contrast to the other
corner, where the manager was yelling and Frazier was wincing, both
men busily and loudly asking what the hell was going on. Frazier's
manager dabbed the sweat off his brow, and at the bruise forming on
his cheek where Roxanne's punch had caught him. Amidst the loud
enthusiasm of the crowd, Roxanne looked down at me, and blew me a
kiss. As always, the bizarre contrast of her undeniable femininity
and her unbelievable strength started to arouse me. Tara giggled
next to me. "I told you she liked you," she said as I squirmed in
my seat.
     The bell sounded for the start of the next round, and the two
fighters moved back into the ring as the ref signalled "Fight."
Frazier circled his female adversary warily, still uncertain of
what he had gotten himself into. "Do you still think you have an
easy fight on your hands?" Roxanne teased with a grin as she
resumed her intimidating boxing stance.
     Frazier answered by launching a series of blows, beginning
with a jab that missed the target as Roxanne dodged it. A second
jab was blocked, and a left hook was as well. Another shot landed
in Roxanne's stomach, again bouncing off her hard abs, but with
slightly more effect. She did bend slightly around the punch, but
skipped back out of reach of the uppercut Frazier followed up with.
Roxanne bounced lightly as she examined her opponent. "That's
better. I knew you'd give me a fight. A bit of one, anyways." She
closed up and jabbed at his face. He blocked her punch and replied
with a swinging right, missing her head by mere inches. That punch
looked like it could have knocked out a horse, but Roxanne took it
in her stride, avoiding it deftly, responding with a punch of her
own, a sharp, straight left to Frazier's face. Her punch landed
with a dull thud, and Frazier grunted and fell back. The crowd
cheered wildly for the shapely amazon, and Frazier's manager turned
bright red, yelling at his fighter to get his goddamn act together
and floor the babe.
     Frazier shook his head briefly to clear it and cursed. "Enough
fucking around," he hissed.
     "I agree," Roxanne grinned, stepping forward and throwing a
jab, which turned out to be a feint. The real punch was a hook
which crashed into Frazier's face. Reeling back, the boxer brought
his guard back up in time to stop a lightning quick jab from the
girl, but took a hard shot to his kidneys immediately afterwards.
Again wincing in pain, he fell back, away from his sexy female
punisher, managing to avoid a jab and block another.
     Roxanne's punches had driven the man across the ring, until he
found himself leaning on the ropes. Frazier finally launched
himself forward, straight into a strong jab from Roxanne,
unfortunately for him. As her punch banged into his cheek, he
toppled forward, clinching with his opponent. Their arms tangled as
the two fighters embraced. I found myself envying Frazier for the
first time since the fight started.
     As the ref circled around them, Frazier tried shooting a
couple of blows into Roxanne's kidney area, hoping to get a couple
of cheap, easy, hopefully debilitating punches in. Again, his
gloves bounced off her supreme musculature. I knew the shock he was
experiencing right now. I remembered feeling the same way the first
time I'd watched Roxanne fight. She is a beautiful woman. She could
easily have been a model, with that figure. She just doesn't look
capable of housing all the muscle she possesses in that slim,
seductive body. But it's there, whether you can see it or not. And
I was indeed lucky, in that most men only find out about her
strength when they're on the receiving end of her beatings.
     The ref finally stepped in. "Okay, break it up!" he ordered.
Roxanne immediately shoved Frazier back, sending him practically
bouncing off the ring ropes. Again he was astonished by her power,
barely bringing his fists up in time to fend off her jab. His own
jab missed the mark as she sidestepped the punch. The bell rang
just as he slammed home another punch to Roxanne's impressive abs.
Smiling, she just stood and took the punch, amused by Frazier's
confusion over his punch's lack of effect. "You seem concerned, Mr.
Frazier," she taunted the stunned male boxer. "You should be. I've
had years of experience fighting bigger men than you. I have yet to
meet a man who was anything more than a brief challenge to me."
Laughing, she turned and walked back to her corner.
     Elaine awaited her with a drink of water and a towel to dry
the light sheen of perspiration Roxanne had acquired. Over in
Frazier's corner, the yelling had stopped, and he and his pudgy
manager now whispered conspiratorially, obviously planning
something. I began to grow nervous again when Tara spoke up. "Ha!
They'd better be planning something damn good. Roxanne'll have him
down on the canvas in another couple of rounds."
     Tara was probably right. Frazier's manager had to mop up a
great deal of sweat from his fighter, who was exerting as much
effort as he could now. He also had a couple more bruises to dab at
on Frazier's rather battered face. By contrast, Roxanne sat quietly
in her corner, sipping water, legs crossed, the picture of calm and
confidence. She gave me a sly smile and a wink as the bell for the
next round began.
     The combatants moved back into the fight. Frazier immediately
charged forward, throwing a looping right which Roxanne blocked,
and another shot to her middle, as hard as he could. Her steely abs
absorbed most of the blow, although she did huff a bit in response.
But it didn't slow down her answering punch, a solid looping right
to Frazier's eye. Her glove landed with a whack and the man grunted
and staggered back, much to the crowd's delight. Roxanne tried to
follow up, but again Frazier loped forward and caught her in a
desperate clinch.
     Roxanne smirked at the events. "Can't you take a few punches?"
she giggled as the boxer tried to hold her arms. The referee
immediately moved in to separate the fighters, and once they were
pushed apart, Frazier's manager's whispered tactics became clear.
     Frazier immediately raised his fists for a shot to Roxanne's
head. She brought up her guard, only to find Frazier's punch land
solidly to her left breast. She cried in pain, and her opponent
quickly followed up with a hook to her face. Roxanne groaned and
stumbled back to the ropes amidst boos and catcalls from the crowd.
     Tara and Elaine were both yelling "Hey! Foul!" I began to
regain my former queasiness. I was afraid something like this would
happen. The referee ran up in between the two fighters and berated
the now smiling Frazier with a warning about fouls. Roxanne
recovered from the painful blows and struggled to suppress her
anger. "Frazier, you do that once more and I promise you won't be
walking away from this ring," she called brusquely over the ref's
shoulder.
     "He'll be disqualified if he does that once more!" Elaine
yelled from her perch at Roxanne's corner.
     "More than that," Roxanne promised as the ref stood aside and
signalled for the fight to continue.
     Frazier grinned through his exhaustion as they resumed their
boxing stances. "Whatsa matter sister? Can't you take a few
punches?" he sassed as he closed in again. A jab at Roxanne's head
missed, but her fist didn't miss its target, Frazier's belly. He
grunted loudly. "I can. Can you?" she replied, throwing a
devastating punch at his head which he barely managed to block.
     He fell back and Roxanne pursued him across the ring, coming
at him like a house on fire. Frazier blocked one of her jabs, only
to find the next sliding through his guard to his jaw. His head
bobbed back like it was mounted on a spring. Her next punch landed
like a hammer blow into Frazier's kidney area. He groaned in pain,
wincing, unable to avoid Roxanne's other fist slamming hard to his
eye. Her glove opened a small gash over his eye, and her punch sent
him back into the ropes, then staggering down to one knee. Roxanne
flexed her biceps for the cheering crowd as the referee moved in to
inspect the downed man and begin a count.
     Frazier shook his head in desperation, trying to fend off the
effects of this amazingly strong woman's punches. He managed to get
up at the count of four, and the ref decided the cut over his eye
wasn't serious, so he moved for the fight to continue. Roxanne
skipped back in. "So, Frazier? Care to concede now?" she smiled.
     His manager stood angrily looking at the two fighters. He
showed no sign of throwing in the towel, although he did nod at
Frazier. The boxer remained defiant. "I ain't givin' up no damn
fight to a woman," he grunted.
     "Suit yourself," said Roxanne, closing back in. She threw a
jab at his face, and somehow he managed to block it. He stepped
forward for a reply punch.. and made the biggest mistake of his
life.
     His return punch was aimed directly at Roxanne's breasts, no
mistake about the intention. It hammered home, and Roxanne again
cried in pain, unable to avoid the followup, an uppercut to her
chin. Roxanne staggered back and sunk to the floor, momentarily
stunned by the two punches. Everyone started yelling and booing,
and Tara and Elaine looked like they had a hard time holding
themselves back from getting involved. I think I almost messed my
pants with fear and concern about Roxanne's well-being as she lay
recovering on the canvas, but somehow I too managed to stay in my
seat.
     The ref tried shoving Frazier back to his corner as he yelled
abuse at Roxanne, then waved to the man in charge of the bell, to
show Frazier had been disqualified. The bell rang just as Roxanne
sprang back to her feet. Oh boy, did she ever look mad.
     "Okay, Frazier, if that's how you want to play, so be it!" she
snarled. Closing in on Frazier, she caught him completely
unprepared by shooting a high kick straight into his chin. Her
shiny black boot spun the big boxer around and flattened him to the
ring floor. He lay on his face, stunned by her powerful kick, as
his manager screamed at him to get up. Roxanne stalked off to her
own corner, holding her gloves out. "Get these off of me!" she
ordered Elaine, who quickly undid the gloves and pulled them off,
unsheathing Roxanne's bare fists to do untold damage to her male
opponent.
     The crowd was going wild now. As Frazier began to stagger back
to his feet, Roxanne began to approach him. The referee ran up and
stood in her way, arguing that the fight was over, trying to push
her back to her corner. Big mistake. The amazon threw one punch,
landing to the ref's jaw with a solid whack. He dropped like a
stone to the canvas, not quite unconscious but damn close. Roxanne
then resumed stalking her prey.
     Frazier's manager stood and stared in amazement at what
Roxanne's punch had done, then brought up his gym bag and started
rummaging around in it hurriedly, finally bringing something out
and yelling at his boxer. He then tossed it into the ring. It was
an iron weight, and he yelled at Frazier to pick it up and hit the
bitch with it. Elaine could no longer restrain herself, and she
dropped to the floor from Roxanne's corner and began running around
the ring, to confront the manager.
     Inside, Frazier saw the weight and lunged for it, trying to
get it into one of his gloved hands, knowing it may be his only
real weapon against the enraged amazon. He almost had it, when his
progress was interrupted by a sharp kick to his kidney from
Roxanne's high heeled boot. The man groaned in agony, dropping the
weight, which rolled out of the ring. He then found himself
face-to-face with the angry woman as she pulled him up to her
level. "I don't appreciate cheaters," I heard her tell him above
the roar of the crowd. She drove a hard punch to Frazier's stomach,
and he bent in two, hacking and wheezing. "And if you thought I
punched hard before, we'll see how you like feeling my bare fists,
little man." A crack sounded as she threw a straight punch into
Frazier's chin. Roxanne's punch drove Frazier back into the ropes
and she intercepted him bouncing off by grabbing his arm and
flipping him neatly over onto his back. He lay there for a few
seconds, stunned, groaning.
     Meanwhile, Frazier's manager saw Elaine heading for him from
the other side of the ring, and he looked quickly around for some
sort of weapon to defend himself with. The only one available was
Frazier's gym bag, so he quickly grabbed the heavy weight and swung
it as hard as he could at Elaine once she was in range. The heavy
sack missed badly as Elaine dodged back, and then she struck as the
manager overbalanced with the weight. Stepping forward, she kicked
him hard in the gut. The pudgy man almost screamed in agony, and
again as her shapely leg powered another kick to his flabby
stomach. Pulling him back upright, Elaine smiled evilly as she
brought her fist back for a punch. Whack. Her strong punch sent the
manager staggering back to his fighter's corner, the corner post
ringing as his head collided with it and he sagged to the floor in
a heap.
     Roxanne was giving Frazier encouragement to get to his feet.
"Come on, Frazier, you seemed to want more than a boxing match, so
get up and I'll give you one," she sneered. He stumbled to his
feet, trying to keep his guard up as the amazon closed in. He
jabbed at her a couple of times, only to find the girl batting his
gloves out of the way. Once she had his guard down, she punched him
solidly in the face. Frazier groaned and reeled back, almost
overcome with the pain. Roxanne immediately gave him even more, by
kicking the boxer hard in his ribcage. He cried in pain, teetering
on his feet as Roxanne laughed at him derisively. "What's wrong,
little boy? You expected the girl to give up after you got a cheap
shot in?" She punched him hard in the face again, sending him
staggering back to collapse to the canvas against the ropes. Her
bare fists were far more than he could possibly handle. "Making me
mad was the biggest mistake you've ever made, Frazier. My fists are
going to cause you more pain than anything you've ever felt in the
ring before," she vowed with an evil grin.
     I began to become very heavily aroused, feeling the erection
throbbing against my pants as I watched the two fighting women.
Tara had her fists clenched next to me, looking like she wanted to
get involved, but somehow able to hold herself back. "That's
better," she laughed. "I'd rather watch a real fight like this than
some sissy little boxing match."
     I looked over to see Frazier's manager bobbling apprehensively
to his feet, only to be confronted by the tall, shapely Elaine.
"Fatso, if you want to stick your nose in my friend's fight, you'd
better be ready to have one yourself," I heard her tell him. The
pudgy manager came at her and I almost laughed. The man was a good
couple of inches shorter than Elaine, and clearly more blubber than
muscle. Elaine was trim, shapely, and like the other amazons,
possessed far more strength than was obvious physically. The
manager swung a large ham fist awkwardly at her, and again with the
other fist, provoking peals of laughter from the crowd and from
Elaine. It was so obvious he wasn't any sort of a fighter, it was
pathetic. Still, Elaine wasted no time in meeting his challenge.
She punched him hard in his flabby stomach. "Unnnh!" he bellowed,
bending around her fist. She then clipped his chin with a sharp
jab, sending him stumbling a step back. As he wobbled unsteadily
before her, Elaine grinned. "Beating you up is gonna give me less
exercise than putting my bra on in the morning, fat boy." She then
kicked her long left leg up in a perfect arc. Wham, her boot met
his face at the high point of the arc. Shouting in pain from the
girl's powerful high kick, the manager spun around and fell flat on
his face.
     Frazier desperately clambered back to his feet with help from
the ring ropes. Shaking his head, he cursed vehemently. "I ain't
lettin' no woman do this!" he again tried to reassure himself,
although no one in the crowd believed him. He lurched forward at
Roxanne, throwing mad punches. She managed to bat the first wild
roundhouse he threw out of its trajectory towards her face, then
dodged easily under a second one. He didn't have time for a third
as his attack was interrupted by Roxanne's fist slamming solidly
into his kidney area. "Unnh-OOO!" Frazier groaned, spasming with
the agony that female fist had just given him. "You don't have a
choice, Frazier," Roxanne told him with a bright smile. Taking his
arm in one hand, she drove a potent jab to his chin with the other
fist, whack. Frazier looked like he was seeing stars for a second.
"I had quite a beating in store for you before you got
disqualified. I plan on giving it to you anyways, if only for
something to remember me by." She yanked hard on his arm, sending
him flying across the ring. Following him, she lifted a sexy leg in
preparation. He bounced off the ropes, unable to stop himself or
avoid the collision. His face ran straight into the bottom of
Roxanne's high heeled black boot. "UNNNGH!" he cried, and dropped
to the canvas like a stone. He lay moaning and twisting in agony at
the feet of the powerful amazon, who smiled down at him, her hands
on her hips. "Down again, big man? Tch tch. How can you let a
little girl do this to you?" Roxanne laughed.
     Like he had a choice, I thought. I was definitely in pain now,
my erection raging as Roxanne and Elaine fought their respective
men. Luckily Tara was unaware of my predicament as she cheered her
friends on next to me. I'd hate to imagine what her solution to my
arousal would be.
     Frazier's manager was struggling unsuccessfully to get back up
outside the ring, when Elaine obligingly decided to give him a
hand. As he slowly raised himself to one knee, Elaine wrapped a
strong arm around his throat and locked in a headlock, pulling him
back to his feet forcefully. The fat man gasped and pawed at her
arm in vain with one hand, while the other flailed uselessly,
trying to hit at Elaine, safely in place behind him. He looked
utterly useless as Elaine squeezed the life from him with her
strong arms. Grinning, she taunted him right to his ear. "You're a
useless fat tub of lard, you know that? How do you think male fat
can ever stand up to female muscle, big boy?" He began weakening in
his struggles as the muscles in Elaine's arms sprang to obvious
life, flexing and crushing his throat and keeping him from
breathing. "I guess you never figured you'd have a strong girl
beating the crap out of you someday, huh?" Elaine teased as the
manager gasped, his struggles beginning to become more and more
feeble. The sight was almost comedic, the big, fat man unable to do
anything about the shapely young girl's arm draining his breath and
his strength in a headlock. Then suddenly Elaine released her
immense hold and sent the pudgy man forward with a shove to
collapse against the ring apron, groaning and massaging his neck,
wheezing in air. "It's time you learned what it feels like, fatso,"
she grinned.
     Roxanne took Frazier's hand and pulled him to his feet, then
gave him a hard shove, practically throwing the boxer into the
corner. He landed hard against the corner post, wincing in pain.
She approached him with a look of delight on her face. "Awww, poor
boy.. does it hurt?" she teased. As a look of anger began to form
of Frazier's bruised, bloodied face, Roxanne's fist knocked it
away, driving hard into his battered gut. The man groaned and
sagged back against the post. "Believe me, it will hurt for quite
some time," Roxanne told him. Her fist blurred into motion again as
she punched him in the jaw. "Being taught just what real pain is by
the fists of a woman is never a pleasant experience for a man or
his oversized ego," she smirked, then punched him once again in the
face with a left cross. The girl's fist landed with a crack to his
jaw, and the man cried out in pain, sagging down as his knees
buckled under the onslaught. And Roxanne was right, she was
teaching him a great lesson in both fighting and humility. Her bare
fists were destroying the seasoned boxer, leaving bruises aplenty
on his unprotected face, blood dripping from a damaged nose and
torn lips. He was trying to shake off the damage the amazon had
wrought, get his knees back under him, struggle against the
humiliation of being outfought in public by a girl. But Roxanne cut
his struggle short, lifting a shapely leg bent at the knee,
snapping a kick straight into the boxer's face. Droplets of sweat
and blood flew off of his damaged face with her boot's powerful
impact, and he once again slumped part way to the floor, held up by
his arm's grip on the ring ropes. Roxanne continued her humiliating
teasing as Frazier's head bobbed back and forth like it was on a
spring. "And not just a woman's fists, Frazier. To coin a phrase,
I have legs and I know how to use them," she laughed. The roaring
of the crowd rang in my ears as I yearned to worship those powerful
legs..
     Frazier's manager was having just as tough a time dealing with
his female sparring partner outside the ring. Elaine grabbed his
jacket and spun him around to face her, her lovely face beaming at
the helpless man as he leaned back against the ring apron. She
threw a powerful fist into the manager's side, and he yelled in
pain, looking like he wanted to crumple up at her feet. "Just can't
handle a woman, eh fatso? Too bad," she chuckled. Then whack, her
fist slammed across his jaw. His head bobbed limply about for a
second after the punch, and Elaine brought her other fist up to
meet his face in an equally strong blow to his jaw. Her punch
rocked his head viciously, and when it came back up to look at her,
the manager's eyes began to cross involuntarily. His knees began to
slowly buckle, and he slumped back against the ring apron. Elaine
pouted and yelled at him as he collapsed into a heap at her feet.
"C'mon, ya wimp! I can't have knocked you out already, I'm only
just getting started with you!" But the amazon's goading had no
effect as he finally slumped to the floor, unconscious. She snorted
down at him. "Hmmph, men. Bunch of weaklings." She then took his
arms and began to drag the dead weight back up the aisle towards
the back as the crowd cheered wildly.
     Back inside the ring, Roxanne wasn't quite done with Frazier
yet. She took a brief break from inflicting pain on the boxer to
bring his situation into perspective. Frazier's chin slumped
against his chest, only coming up slowly as Roxanne began speaking.
"Frazier, up here.. look at me while I'm beating you up," she
smiled. "That's better. How does it feel to know you've been
pummeled by a woman in front of so many spectators, Frazier?" His
chin began to slump again, but he was starting to grumble to
himself. "And I am a woman, Frazier. Look." As his eyes came back
up, Roxanne raised herself on her toes, her legs becoming even more
shapely and sinuous. Her hands ran up her enticing curves until
they pushed her full breasts up. Then she turned slowly, her hands
caressing her firm, perfect behind. It was an enormous effort to
keep my orgasm at bay as the display continued among the whistles
and cheers of the audience.
     Finishing her show with a seductive smile, she turned back to
the groggy boxer. "Would you ever have thought a body like this
could cause you so much pain?" she taunted. Frazier began to get
some strength back, pulling himself up from the corner slowly.
"That's it," Roxanne encouraged, "Get up and let the girl beat you
some more." As her derisive laughter rang in his ears, Frazier
growled and pushed himself off towards her menacingly.
     He didn't even get close. Roxanne immediately spun around and
raised her long leg in a twirling kick to his face. "Unngggh!" The
impact of Roxanne's boot sent blood flying from his mouth. Frazier
collapsed back into the corner, held up off the canvas solely by
the post. The sexy amazon closed in on him, cupping his chin in one
hand, bringing the other back and balling it into a fist. Her
devastating punch bounced his head off the post ringingly. The
cheers from the crowd were deafening as Roxanne towered over her
nearly defeated opponent.
     She took a moment to circle the ring, posing for the audience,
flexing her biceps, giving me a sly smile and a wink when she saw
me staring. Tara elbowed me in the arm teasingly. Then Roxanne
returned to her adversary, the broken, battered male boxer, barely
able to stand. "It's nearly time for you to sleep," she grinned. "I
suppose I should have warned you, Frazier. You may just have stood
a chance against my fists, but no man can handle these legs." With
that, her shapely right leg slammed home a kick into his kidney
area. The boxer screamed silently, his body too battered to even
give voice to his agony. She then brought that leg back down and
kicked the other up powerfully, her foot crashing hard into the
side of his face. His whole body spasmed with the impact of that
black heeled boot, and he quickly dropped, coming to rest in a pile
at Roxanne's feet, out cold.
     The crowd went wild for the all-conquering amazon as she stood
over another easily defeated male opponent. She grinned and bowed
deeply, acknowledging the appreciation of the audience, then
stepped out between the ring ropes and dropped to the floor.
Grabbing Frazier's arms, Roxanne pulled him out towards her,
pulling the sleeping man over her shoulder into a carry, and then
she took him easily down the aisle towards the back. Frazier's head
and arms bobbed limply back and forth across Roxanne's back as she
strode easily towards the dressing rooms.
     Tara elbowed me again. "I think you better go with her.
Roxanne does like to enjoy her victory celebrations," she giggled.
I let my mind fill with the image of the all-powerful amazon
carrying the dead weight of her vanquished male opponent, and
followed her, almost as if I'd been hypnotized.

     Roxanne carried the unconscious boxer into one of the large
dressing rooms, nodding to Elaine as we entered. She had wrestled
the pudgy manager onto a massage couch, where he dozed peacefully.
Roxanne dumped Frazier onto a second couch, grabbed a towel and
began to mop up the blood on his face.
     "Great fight, Roxanne," Elaine grinned. 
     Roxanne smiled back and nodded. "Thank you.. I see Mr. Black
agrees with you." I fumbled awkwardly for a second as the two women
giggled at my obvious erection, then sighed and found myself a
seat.
     "Frazier's manager actually thought he could fight you?"
Roxanne asked with a laugh.
     "Yeah!" Elaine replied. "He was great too. Typical man, no
fight in him, but I was having fun with him. But I knocked him out
too soon! It was like every time I hit him he was almost passing
out. Then I guess I hit him one time too hard, and all of a sudden
he's on the floor, snoozing."
     "You'll find a lot of men are like that, Elaine," Roxanne
smiled. "Well, shall we wake them up?"
     A few moments later, both boxer and manager were groaning
loudly, responding slowly but surely to repeated shaking and light
slaps from the amazon women. 
     Roxanne addressed them as their eyes stayed open sufficiently
long enough to indicate they were aware of their surroundings.
"Ah.. welcome back, gentlemen," she smiled. 
     Frazier's manager moaned as he slowly tried to sit up, and
Frazier did likewise. "Oh, God, what happened?" he whimpered.
     "Come, gentlemen, don't tell me you've forgotten already?"
Roxanne asked with a broad grin. "You two big, strong men were
knocked unconscious in front of a very large audience by two women.
I doubt that's an experience you'll forget any time soon."
     Both men groaned and snarled as the memories of the evening
came back to them in a flood. "Now now, gentlemen, the fight is
finished. I'm afraid if you give us any problems, Elaine and I will
be forced to knock you out again, and leave you in the dumpsters
outside for the garbage men to pick up in the morning," Roxanne
chuckled.
     "Aww, can't we do that anyways?" Elaine asked with an evil
gleam in her eye as she menacingly hammered a fist into her open
hand. Frazier's manager cringed away from her visibly.
     "Wh.. what do you want from us?" he asked.
     "Nothing," smiled Roxanne. "Nothing except to make sure the
memories of being beaten up by two females was fresh in your minds.
Frazier, your cheating gained you nothing except perhaps twice the
amount of pain I'd have otherwise caused you. And I believe by our
arrangement, you have sacrificed your claim to the prize."
     Frazier grumbled at that, then looked horrified as she
continued. "The videotape of the fight should sell well, too."
     "No!" Frazier pleaded. "Please, I'll never be able to step
into a ring again if that gets out!"
     "You should have thought of that before you cheated," Roxanne
smirked. "Now, gentlemen, you may leave. Elaine will escort you
out." The two men sat looking miserable and beaten, looking for an
excuse to try to argue Roxanne out of the arrangement they had
previously negotiated. "Unless, of course, you'd like to stay and
go a few more rounds with us?" she finished. Elaine slammed her
fist loudly into her hand, her impressive arm muscles flexing
threateningly.
     That was all Frazier's manager needed. He stood with
considerable effort. "C'mon Sam, let's get the hell out of here!"
The two beaten men shambled unsteadily towards the door. Elaine
grinned broadly and followed them out.
     Roxanne sauntered over to the door, locking it behind the
frightened men. She leaned up against the door and smiled
seductively at me, one hand resting on her hip. "So," she purred,
"What did you think of the Honourable Carstairs' performance?"
     I was frozen in place by the lust surging through my system.
"You were magnificent," I murmured. "As always."
     The long-legged beauty walked slowly up to me. "You know,
beating a man is always a wonderful sexual stimulus for me," she
sighed. "But I find knowing how crazy it makes you adds to it
immensely." Roxanne stood before me, towering, overwhelmingly
powerful and sexy. "Worship me," she commanded me softly.
     I knelt down obediently at her feet, began rubbing and kissing
those shiny black heeled boots that had almost kicked Frazier's
head off his shoulders. I slowly moved up her shapely calves and
thighs, with Roxanne's sighs of pleasure and my own low moans of
desire enticing me higher. Her incredible legs felt as hard as
steel under my touch. I'd never lost my amazement at their strength
and firmness, nor their undeniable femininity. "Mmmm," Roxanne
sighed, "Think of how lucky you are, Mr. Black.. Frazier's
introduction to my legs was considerably more painful."
     I was in pain of my own, however. My throbbing erection was
still imprisoned by my pants, but I ignored the pain as the ecstacy
of worshipping Roxanne proved far stronger. I moved my lips up her
thigh along with my hands to her tight shorts.. into the warm,
moist patch in the center.
     Roxanne moaned and smiled down at me. "I was wondering how
long it would take you to get up this high," she grinned. "Tell me
what you're thinking."
     My response was immediate. "I.. I want you to make love to
me," I blurted out.
     Roxanne's grin stayed as she ordered me, "Stay on your knees
and strip." I practically whipped my clothes off, falling back
lightly on my butt to rip the pants and shorts off my legs. Then I
resumed my position kneeling at her feet, my wet, pounding penis
rubbing against her calf as I moved in to embrace her legs. I
moaned with the freedom of releasing my erection, the delight of
the feeling of it rubbing up against the smooth, silky skin of the
amazon's legs.
     "You do love my strength, don't you?" she whispered.
     "Oh, yes," I replied as I continued my worship. "Watching you
beat a man is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You are a goddess,
Roxanne."
     I heard her soft, sultry giggling at my unabashed flattery,
then her hands came down, gently releasing my grasp on her lower
half. Then my breath started coming in strained, surprised gasps,
as she slowly bent down and took me firmly in her arms, lifting my
150 pounds easily, as though I were a child. "Ohhh! Ohhhh.." I
moaned feverishly as Roxanne held me tightly but gently, my own
arms wrapping around her neck, my penis spreading moisture across
her sports bra as it throbbed. She slowly carried me back to the
massage couch.
     "Easy," she smiled as she looked me over, the taller, heavier
male being carried effortlessly in her strong arms. "We're just
getting started." As she stood with me over the couch, she raised
one of her arms, bringing my head up, lifting my lips up to meet
hers. Her kiss was deep, penetrating, her tongue practically
invading my mouth, stalking out its territory as her rich,
delicious lips pushed firmly into mine. The kiss lasted minutes,
during which she never weakened once in holding me. Her strength
was superhuman.
     By the time our kiss ended, my mind had switched itself off,
running solely on hormones. I was a quivering mass of sex in her
powerful arms, unable to speak or think, only moan my desire and
lust. She lowered me onto the couch, then climbed over me,
straddling me. My engorged penis pointed straight up at her, and
she smiled down at it, her hands firmly taking it and stroking it,
as she huskily whispered, "These are the same hands that punched
Frazier into submission.. feel what else they're capable of, my
worshipper." I could only whimper my arousal and spasm with the
immense pleasure those hands were sending through my body.
     Roxanne smiled and sat up, watching my eyes drink her in as
she pulled the sports bra off, letting her breasts flow free. I
gulped, gasped and moaned, even louder when she slowly slipped the
tight shorts down, revealing a very moist, shaved pussy. My senses
overwhelmed with the sight and smell of her sex. I wanted it so
much.. 
     My hands went instinctively up to her boobs as she moved
herself up on all fours over me, my hands beginning to knead her
breasts just as I felt her lower herself to take the tip of my
penis inside of her. As I felt my penis being swallowed into her
muscular vagina, my moans grew louder, practically turning into a
scream of ecstacy as she seemed to suddenly take me fully inside of
her. My hands reflexively squeezed, my fingers pinching her nipples
hard, then kneading them vigorously. "Ohhh!" she sighed. "That's
nice.."
     She began to ride me slowly, completely taking control of me,
grinning down as my eyes shut each time she pulled on my penis. She
took her time, thrusting her hips gently, pulling my erection
harder and harder, giving me pleasure I'd never dreamed possible.
"So many men want to have sex with me," she purred as she rode me
steadily. "But I can only enjoy sex after I win a fight. And most
of the men I fight aren't in the mood when I'm done with them." She
grinned, then moaned softly as her hips pressed down into me, and
my fingers played with her breasts. "There's something about seeing
a bigger man going down after I punch and kick him.. I never get
over that rush. I can almost taste their big male egos shrivelling
as a girl knocks them out.. I love that. Ohhh.."
     Roxanne's moans intensified along with my own as she squeezed
my cock inside of her, riding me faster, her hips thrusting down
into me, my hands squeezing her breasts, my fingers flicking and
pinching her nipples. Her rhythmic thrusts became increasingly
harder, until I could feel the orgasm building inside of me, coming
from every part of my body as she fucked me faster, faster..
     My ecstatic screams joined hers as she virtually bounced up
and down on top of me, her own orgasm building within her. She
seemed to be oblivious to everything else as she squeezed me
harder, pulling my thick, hard penis frantically with her vagina,
wrenching the orgasm from me, pulling the most intense peak of
pleasure I'd ever experienced straight from the core of my being.
My orgasmic cries were supressed by hers as she continued pulling,
stretching my pleasure out as she reached the peak of her own..
     I gasped and moaned as her orgasm passed through her, and her
formidable muscles spasmed on top of my frail male body. But soon
it had passed, and she collapsed on top of me. I held her close as
the afterglow of the potent orgasm passed through us. In that
instant, for a fleeting moment, I felt in control, as though this
man-destroying amazon just wanted to be held close, to be cared
for. But the moment passed as I spoke. "Ohhh, Roxanne," I murmured.
"I lo.."
     She quickly sat bolt upright, her fingers pressing gently on
my lips. "Please don't say it," she warned. "I.. we.. can't allow
that to happen, Mr. Black. For both our sakes."
     I looked up at her, puzzled, but I realized she fervently felt
what she had just said. "All right," I agreed.
     She slid herself off the couch, taking a towel to dry both of
us off. "The.. pleasures of the body are something quite distinct
from what you thought you felt," she said with an uncharacteristic
uncertainty as she towelled off my spent penis. "Sexual tension
can't be held forever, after all." Her flimsy smile remained as she
dried her pussy, pulling her shorts up slowly.
     I smiled weakly in return and tried to sit up, realizing for
the first time I was now quite sore. My now flaccid cock felt like
it had been through a wringer, and I found several groups of
muscles protesting the movement. But I persisted, finally managing
to sit on the edge of the couch. "I.. I'm not sure I understand,
Roxanne, but I'll go along with what you want." Like I had much of
a choice, I finished silently. She was the most incredible woman
I'd ever met, or could ever hope to meet. The last thing I wanted
was to frighten her off, if that was at all possible for a man to
do to an amazon.
     "Thank you, Mr. Black.. Dave," Roxanne smiled, her normal
authority returning to her once again. She bent down and kissed me
once again, quickly, but tenderly. Then she walked over to her bag,
reaching in and pulling out a fresh white t-shirt. "We don't want
to ruin a good relationship like that," she said as she pulled the
shirt on over her head, then fluffed her hair back out of the neck.
     I didn't really know what to say at this point. My heart
wanted to be hers, my brain told me not to argue with her, and my
penis and sore muscles told me, "That's quite enough for now, thank
you." I compromised, and decided to let her have the say. "Okay,
now what?" I asked.
     Roxanne considered for a second. "Well, I had better go and
check to see if all the cameras caught everything," she said. That
wasn't quite what I meant, but I didn't have the courage to steer
the conversation towards what I wanted to discuss, namely us. I
just nodded.
     "I'll make sure the footage is edited together during the
week, so we'll definitely have quite the show for next weekend,"
she smiled, her mind now 100% back to business. "You may as well go
home, I can handle it from here." Actually, I was very tired. So I
slowly dressed, and gave her a somewhat forced smile as I left,
alone.