Sweet Revenge
By Dreadnaught
Roxanne and Nina handle five men

     After getting a restless night's sleep, I woke up Sunday
afternoon around 12:30 and remembered Roxanne had asked me to meet
her at the bar in a half hour. Struggling to wake up, I had a quick
meal, washed, dressed, and drove like a maniac to the bar. I made
it just on time.
     Roxanne and Nina were there already, sitting in the bar
talking and giggling. The two lovely women were wonderful sights to
my groggy eyes. Nina wore black cotton short shorts, a loose black
sleeveless shirt tied underneath her large breasts, her long legs
ending in her usual pair of black high heels. Roxanne wore her
usual business suit with jacket and miniskirt, in black again
today. Both women were impeccable, like they'd just come from a
modelling job or something similar, and wide awake, bordering on
being perky. How do they do it?
     In contrast, I was unshaven, and I was just wearing a t-shirt,
jeans, sneakers and an old school jacket. I wasn't sure if my fly
was up, and I really doubt that my socks matched. "Good morning,
Mr. Black," Roxanne greeted me. "Perhaps an investment in an alarm
clock would be wise at this point. Or a better razor." She and Nina
giggled at my unkempt state.
     "Very funny," I grumbled. I leaned over the bar and poured
myself a glass of pop, because I was too tired to make myself
coffee and I needed caffeine somehow. Drinking eagerly, I muttered,
"So what's all this about, anyways?"
     "Oh, Nina and I have a little visit planned to a friend of
ours," Roxanne smiled. "When you're done imbibing caffeine we can
be on our way."
     I had another quick glass and accompanied the two women,
shambling as best I could manage between them. The loud clicking of
their high heels on the wooden floor seemed to reverberate around
my head painfully.
     We went out to a large, rather luxurious looking car. Nina
climbed into the driver's seat as Roxanne and I got in back. As the
car began rolling, I knew I was starting to wake up finally. The
sound of Roxanne's sheer beige nylons as she crossed her legs got
my attention and my eyes worked their way up, from her black pumps
to her seductive, well-exposed thighs. She smiled and whispered,
"Down boy," as my erection began to fill out.
     I distracted myself and looked out the window at unfamiliar
surroundings. "Where are we going?" I asked.
     "You'll see," Roxanne assured me. As my mouth began to form
more questions she added, "We'll be there soon."
     Nina guided the car through a rather seedy part of town. Well,
seedy is a relative term. The part of town my bar was in wasn't
exactly Boardwalk either, but it wasn't quite this bad. Eventually
she brought the car to a stop in a deserted alley, between a
derelict building and a large warehouse.
     "Do you recognize where we are, Mr. Black?" Roxanne inquired.
     "Yes, this is Olson's arena," I said as I began to clue in.
"What are you planning?"
     "I'd just like to have a discussion with Mr. Olson about his
questionable scruples," she smiled. "I found his attempt to
interfere in Tara's fight very irritating. Amusing, but still
irritating."
     "But this is his turf!" I protested. "He's not gonna be too
eager to talk with the people who are ruining his business. This
could be a big mistake."
     Roxanne smiled at me with a certain disguised disdain. "Mr.
Black, have we taught you nothing over the past few weeks? Nina and
I do have a certain.. persuasiveness." Nina giggled in the front
seat as Roxanne continued. "He will talk to us. Come," she
beckoned. We got out of the car.
     We walked over to a side door into the warehouse. "Mr. Olson's
office is behind this door," Roxanne said as she tried the knob.
"Locked. What a pity. Nina, your legs are stronger than mine, would
you oblige?" she asked. "I'm afraid we'll just have to reimburse
Mr. Olson for his door once we're done."
     Grinning, Nina stepped up to the door, pivoted to her side,
and brought her sexy leg up, bent at the knee.

     I was really getting pissed off. This all seemed to start when
that weenie Black began promoting "mystery fighters". I was utterly
shocked when his fighter turned out to be a babe! And even more so
when this babe put one of my best fighters out of action! Derek
wasn't one of the more popular fighters with me because he was so
full of himself, but he drew in crowds, and he worked for me. I
look after my fighters like they were my kids. I used to be in
their shoes, back when I used to fight myself. They need someone to
look out for them. That's me. And the fact that I made a good
living out of looking after them was a big added bonus. That's why
I made the jump from fighting to managing.
     And I enjoyed reminding myself of how much money I'd made. So
in the warehouse I used as a fight arena, I'd kept a large
backstage area reserved for my office. Now I'd finally finished the
huge room. I had a large wooden desk, two large couches, a coffee
table, a small but well-stocked bar on the far wall next to the
door, several cabinets full of trophies, and wall-to-wall
carpeting. Plus I'd had a few security measures put in, like the
button under my desk to summon help. The only thing I needed to
finish now was the side door out to the alley. It needed a better
lock.
     I was able to get the money for all this because I arranged
the best fights in town and held the best roster. I was cleaning up
until just last night. Last weekend Derek got pasted by some
amazing woman fighter over at Black's dump. So last night I sent
some "experts" over to make sure Black got the message not to screw
around in my setup. I hadn't heard from them since. Plus my
secretary had vanished. Plus, when I opened up last night, the
place was nearly empty, for the first time in months. What the hell
was going on??
     Now I had Derek sitting on the other side of my desk, ranting
and raving. He still bore the marks and bruises showing he'd been
on the losing end of a fight. I still couldn't believe he'd gotten
them in a fight against a woman. Unless Arnold Schwarzenegger had
gotten a sex change and gone to fight for Black.
     "I'm telling you, Tony, Black has to be shut down!" he yelled
at me, his eyes alight with rage. "You gotta do something about
it!"
     "Yeah, yeah," I muttered. "Look, I sent a few guys over to his
place last night to put some pressure on his operation. I don't
know what else you want me to do, except go in and shoot him and
the babe who beat you up."
     He glared at me angrily. "You still think I'm kidding?!"
     I sighed. "I don't know.. those bruises are real enough, but
you expect me to believe one woman gave those to you? I think you
just got hit a few times too hard and you're fantasizing."
     Derek was totally exasperated. "Oh, fuck you!" he yelled. "I'm
telling you, Black's fighter did this to me, and I'm gonna get all
of them if I have to kill them myself!"
     "Calm down," I advised him. I was going to give him some
father-son style advice, when I heard a rattling sound coming from
the side wall over his bitching and complaining. "Listen!" I
whispered.
     "What?"
     "I thought I heard.."
     WHAAM! Suddenly the side door exploded in like it had been hit
with a battering ram. The wood in the door frame around the lock
shredded into a thousand splinters, and the top hinge also broke
loose from the frame as the door swung around to crash against the
wall, then hung lamely from the one remaining hinge.
     In the door stood one of the most beautiful women I'd ever
seen. Dark Spanish features, very revealing clothes, long, sexy
legs.. plus one hell of an impressive entrance. In she strode,
followed by another drop-dead gorgeous babe in a miniskirted power
suit, and lagging behind them was Dave Black.
     Derek growled on seeing the first woman. "Nina!" he snarled,
starting to get up from his seat with murder in his eyes.
     "Derek, sit down!" I yelled in my own murderous tone as the
shock of the women's entrance subsided. He looked at me for a
second, then grumbled and stayed where he was.
     The first woman practically squealed with delight at the babe
in the suit. "Oooo, look Roxanne, it's my favorite boy toy!" she
said, indicating Derek. "Hi sweetheart, still hurting from last
Saturday?" she laughed at him. He seethed with rage, but stayed put
as I glanced at him menacingly. 
     I kept my cool on the outside, but my mind was racing with
confusion. These couldn't have been the women Derek was telling me
about. These two looked more like swimsuit models than fighters.
But I had a smashed-in door that one of these babes had seemingly
kicked in to tell me there were more to these girls than I could
see.
     The brunette in the power suit started talking, with a
captivating English accent. "Mr. Olson, I believe?" she asked.
     "Yes," was all I could make my mouth say. The questions in my
mind were flashing too fast for me to say them all.
     "My name is Roxanne. I believe your employee here has met
Nina, and you both know Mr. Black. My apologies for the damage to
your door," she said, matter-of-factly.
     My shock was starting to come to the surface. "Y.. you did
that?"
     "Nina kicked the door in, yes," she said with a wry smile. "We
could have knocked, I suppose, but I thought we'd pay you an
unexpected visit after last night's events."
     I was still expecting to see a battering ram come through the
shattered door frame. I just could not believe that one of these
curvy babes had the strength to kick in a locked door, even though
the wrecked door was in front of my eyes and I had seen Nina bring
her leg down after it blew open. "Last night? What events?" I
bluffed, hoping to gain enough time to figure out just what the
hell was happening, and if I was hallucinating.
     "Come now, Mr. Olson," Roxanne said. "We all know you tried to
interfere in last night's fight. We're here to discuss it, and to
give you a warning to keep your hands out of Mr. Black's business."
Black stood shifting uncomfortably near the doorway, trying to keep
out of this as much as he could, it seemed.

     "You've got to be kidding, that's a locked door!" I exclaimed
as Nina raised her leg for a kick. I almost closed my eyes against
the expected sound of the bones in her shapely leg shattering. 
     She kicked out powerfully to her side. WHAAM! The door was
practically blown off its hinges with the impact of her kick. At
the same time I felt a rush of blood to my penis. The strength and
power these women possessed never failed to have that effect on me.
Smiling, the two girls stepped into Olson's office through the
splintered fragments of the door frame. I followed at an embarassed
distance.
     Inside, I saw a very large, luxurious office, complete with
two very stunned looking men. Nina immediately began teasing Derek,
the man she'd beaten up last weekend. He still had the marks she'd
given him in that fight, although most of them were healing well.
His eyes bugged out with rage the moment he realized it was Nina.
When he saw me, he looked ready to commit murder.
     But Olson kept him in his seat with a few words and a couple
of restraining looks. He was a formidable man, to say the least. I
knew he'd been a fighter himself before he took up managing. He was
a bit bigger than Derek, older, as you could plainly see in his
rapidly receding hairline. But I got the definite feeling that even
this formidable man was intimidated by the two beautiful women.
     Roxanne wasted no time, immediately bringing the discussion
that had begun around to her point. Both men bristled under her
direct interrogation, and I began to develop the feeling that I'd
been brought along to watch a show. My erection began to grow
slightly under the anticipation of a coming fight. Knowing Olson
and Derek, it'd just be a matter of time now.

     "Dammit, I'll.." Derek began to threaten as Roxanne made her
accusatory statement. "Shut up!" I ordered. He did, although the
anger on his face was contagious, I'll say that much. These babes
had a lot of nerve, coming here to rake me over the coals.
     With a wide grin, Nina sauntered over to Derek and raised a
sexy leg, putting her foot in his lap, her stiletto heel pushing
down on his leg. He squirmed under the pressure. "Be nice, Derek,"
she teased. "I'd really hate to see what would be left of you if I
had to kick you around again." I stared for a good long minute at
her shapely leg, up to her trim, firm buns, before I realized Derek
was again on fire. "Derek!" I barked. "These are our guests. Do
what the lady says, be nice."
     I didn't really want to say that to him, but I didn't feel
like a had a choice right now. I needed to know what was going on.
Was this girl really the one who had beaten him so badly that he'd
almost been put out of commission? She was one hell of a looker,
but she was hardly what I was expecting. So to buy time, I decided
to play the nice host.
     "Now then," I said to Roxanne. "What makes you so sure I put
my nose in Black's business?"
     "Simple," she said with a self-assurance I was quickly
beginning to find annoying. "We have confessions from the two men
who tried to interfere in last night's main event. They indicated
you had hired them."
     "And how did you get these confessions?" I asked, genuinely
curious.
     "We gave them a bit of persuasion," she answered with a smile.
I'll bet, I thought. As I looked over her wonderful body, I
wondered exactly what kind of persuasion she meant. And how long
I'd last under it.
     "So this gives you the right to break into a man's office and
grill him like a common criminal?" I told her angrily. "Get out."
     "Mr. Olson, I'm not leaving here until I'm satisfied that you
realize the seriousness of this situation, and you agree not to
engage in such underhanded schemes in the future," she said without
a hint of bluff in her voice.
     "Lady, I'm telling you nicely to get out," I said. "I got
better things to do than sit here and argue with you."
     She sighed theatrically. "I had hoped you'd be more reasonable
than this, Mr. Olson. I'm afraid we'll just have to stay until we
get an adequate response."
     Damn. I had a choice now. I could get up and throw them out
myself with Derek's help, or I could call for help. I thought for
a moment. These two girls just did not look like fighters to me.
They just looked too perfect, like they'd stepped out of a Sports
Illustrated swimsuit edition. But on the other hand, Derek told me
they were dangerous, and he had enough bruises and cuts to convince
me he'd been in a hell of a fight.
     I reached under my desk as subtly as I could and pressed the
panic button. Hell, if they could beat up the help I had coming,
I'd listen to them no matter what they were saying.

     Tensions really started to fly once Nina walked up to Derek
and put her foot on his lap to threaten him. I knew he wanted to
get his hands on her, and I also knew that she could destroy him as
easily as she'd kicked the door in.
     Roxanne and Olson argued themselves into an stalemate. Olson
didn't know what he was getting himself into. He refused to budge,
under the delusion that he had the power to force us out. I knew
either girl could flatten these two meatheads without trying. But
then the main door opened.
     I almost groaned when I watched the two men come in. Two big
men, heavyweights in the fight business. They were Olson's star
attractions, two men who had come to be known only by their fight
aliases, Assault and Battery. Assault was a hulking blond man with
a mean disposition. Battery was the same size, only he was bald and
black, but with the same attitude. Even in street clothes and
without an active target in their sights, they still scared the
living crap out of me.
     I noticed Olson's attitude picked up too, becoming
considerably more sure of himself. "Now, ladies," he said, ignoring
me completely, "I believe I asked you two to make yourselves
scarce."
     Roxanne recognized the two big fighters instantly, but decided
to play with Olson a bit. "Or what, Mr. Olson? Your two bullies
will rough us up? These two would have trouble stealing candy from
a baby," she smirked. I knew what was coming now. My breath started
coming faster as I prepared to find the nearest cover.
     "Would you please escort.. aw hell, throw these losers out on
their asses," Olson ordered his men. They moved to obey. Assault
moved towards Roxanne and I while Battery walked menacingly towards
Nina.

     I knew Assault and Battery would make short work of these two.
How could any women stand up to the best two fighters in the city?
I began to worry more about where I was going to get someone to
replace my door on a Sunday.
     I was brought back to reality by Roxanne's voice. "Very well,
Mr. Olson, if this is what you want." She spun back to Assault and
kicked up hard to her side, straight into his gut. "Ooooo!" he
shouted, bending double around her dainty foot. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing! Before he could move again, Roxanne pulled him
up and punched him straight in the jaw. My fighter stumbled back
from the punch, coming to rest against the small bar. How could she
have hit him hard enough to knock him back? This was unbelievable!
     On the other side of my desk, Derek quickly reacted and began
to try to stand up straight, to take the girls on. Nina reacted
even quicker, bringing the foot she'd had resting in his lap just
an instant before up into his chin. Her kick knocked him back into
his chair with a grunt and he fell onto his back on the floor,
still in the chair.
     She turned quickly into the charging Battery. Just as he was
about to reach her, she raised her leg in front of her, bent at the
knee, absorbing the force he charged into her with. As she came
into a sitting position on my desk, she powered her coiled up leg
once Battery was on top of her, throwing him back with impressive
strength. His charge was completely reversed as Nina sent him
tripping backwards, finally falling back into my expensive coffee
table, smashing it to smithereens under his bulk. I suppressed a
groan.
     This had gone far enough. I quickly stood and opened my left
hand drawer, grabbing the small automatic pistol I kept in it. If
they weren't going to go willingly, they could go after I put a few
bullets in them. But as my hand closed on the gun, a female hand
closed on my wrist. I suddenly couldn't move my gun hand. I looked
up into Roxanne's lovely face. "Really, a gun? Please," she snorted
derisively. Before I could say or do anything else, I watched her
left fist loop up into my face. Whack. After so many years of
fighting, I'd never been hit with a punch that seemed so hard. The
room tilted violently as I felt myself fall back against the wall
next to one of my cabinets. I lay there for what seemed like hours
thinking about the force that female fist had just slugged me with.
I knew in those few seconds Derek had been right, that these women
were more than capable fighters, and that I was in deep, deep shit.

     My erection began to grow as the punches started flying. At
least I had enough common sense to get out of the way. I quickly
moved over to the side door as Roxanne sent Assault tumbling back
with a quick kick and a punch. Nina bowled Derek onto his back with
a kick to his face, then used her long legs to send Battery down
through the coffee table.
     I almost shouted out a warning as Olson stood and reached for
his gun, but there was no need. Roxanne was on top of him before he
could do anything. I'll never forget the look of shock on his face
when she caught him with a perfect left hook. The punch sent Olson
down like a rock.
     She quickly turned to me and tossed me the gun out of the
desk. "Hold these," she commanded, then removed her dress jacket
and tossed that to me as well. Underneath she had on a blouse that
did more than justice to her firm breasts. I took the jacket and
gun and stepped outside, keeping my head in the door frame so I
could have a full view of the fight but making sure I was out of
the line of fire.
     Roxanne ran back to deal with the charging Assault. The big
blond man threw a looping left at her face, which she ducked
easily. He then tried a jab with his right. He too looked
completely shocked as she dodged his blow, then quickly grabbed his
hand and pulled down hard on it. The astonished man flipped over
neatly, flat on his back.
     She then turned and met Battery with a punishing kick to his
face as he clambered back to his feet. The black man cried out in
pain as her foot connected hard to his chin, sending him spinning
around into a sofa. Roxanne grinned as the sofa upended under his
weight and deposited him on the floor. "It's time you two bully
boys met a real fighter," she taunted them as they recovered from
her powerful attacks.
     Derek had gotten himself disentangled from the chair he'd been
sitting on and stood, grabbing at the only weapon he had in his
reach, the chair. But before he could even lift it more than a few
inches off the ground, Nina punched him with a short, straight
left, directly to his mouth. "Unnff!" he grunted, the chair
thudding down beside him. "Did I tell you how much fun I had
beating you up, honey?" she smiled, kicking straight ahead of her,
the pointed toe of her shoe driving into his stomach. He crumpled
around her exquisite female foot. "I'm so glad you're here so I can
do it again." She raised her knee forcefully into his face. His
shout of pain blended in with the ones coming from the other three
men in the room as he fell back onto the soft carpet, badly shaken.
     Nina quickly ran around to the other side of the desk, where
Olson had overcome his shock at the powerful punch Roxanne had
landed on him and was getting back to his feet. Seeing Nina coming
at him, he stood and snarled, throwing a punch at her face. She
ducked quickly underneath it, and met his followup punch with a
forearm block. His look of shock at seeing this girl easily fend
off one of his punches was wiped off in a hurry as Nina brought her
other fist around in a backhand punch to the side of his face. He
grunted loudly and stumbled back a step. "I understand you used to
be a fighter yourself, old man," she teased, landing a hard punch
to his middle. He bent in two around her fist. "We'll give you a
few lessons in how to lose a fight gracefully," Nina told him,
bringing him back up to face her. She kicked her left leg up and to
her right in a huge arc, the side of her foot slamming into Olson's
face at the high point of the arc. Her graceful roundhouse kick
sent him practically flying over his own desk to crash to the floor
on the other side. Nina took a quick peek over the desk at his
groaning form, giggling as he writhed with the pain she'd given
him.
     Roxanne, meanwhile, had her own hands full. She stood before
Assault as he clambered back upright, prepared to meet his attack
just as Battery staggered up off the toppled sofa. "Gentlemen, I
assume neither of you has fought a woman before," she said as
Assault threw a knockout punch at her head. She dodged back out of
the reach of his flying fist, then kicked her shapely leg up hard
into his ribcage. He grunted and shook with the force of her kick.
"I'm sure it will be a revelation for you both," she grinned,
punching the blond man in the jaw. He reeled back from her punch
just as Battery roared and charged at her. Roxanne met him with a
kick to his stomach, and followed up with a swift chop down to his
neck. Her open hand brought him down to his knees with a loud grunt
of agony. Turning back to Assault, she stepped up to him and began
a spin, kicking up high into his face as she turned. Her
devastating kick drove the big man back hard into Olson's little
bar, sending bottles flying and smashing to the ground as he
slumped to the floor, his face a mask of pain. The miniskirted
amazon returned to Battery. "The two of you should reconsider your
aliases, I would say. Perhaps Mold and Mildew would better reflect
your fighting skills," she laughed at the big black man as he stood
and prepared to attack. He swung at her face in a rage, missing
completely as Roxanne lithely sidestepped his punch. She drove a
punch of her own into his kidney area, then stepped back as he
howled from the painful blow. She raised her foot up to his
midsection and grabbed his shirt, then fell easily onto her back
and lifted the large man over her on her foot, sending him flipping
over her. Battery sailed briefly through the air before crashing
down into Olson's other expensive-looking sofa. Expensive or not,
it wasn't built to withstand rough-housing like this. Its legs gave
way as Battery dropped onto it, fell to the floor and tipped back,
depositing him on the floor exactly as the other one had done. He
lay in a groaning, stunned heap. She turned and gave me a quick
wink.
     I was in my own kind of pain at the moment. My erection was
throbbing so enormously I thought my jeans would burst. Roxanne
knew I got turned on watching her use her power, whether it was to
dominate me or to appreciate her fighting skills. That's why she
brought me along, just to put on a show for me. If only we could
get some privacy..
     Over on this end of the room, Derek stumbled back to his feet
to see Nina approaching him slowly, confidently. She followed him
as he ran over to the wall, to one of Olson's large trophy cases,
then stopped as he began tipping it forward, pushing it away from
the wall in the hopes it would topple onto the amazon. It was an
immensely heavy case, so Derek grimaced as he found the strength to
move it somehow, and it began to fall forward slowly. Nina wasted
no time in jumping back, towards the desk. As the case fell to the
floor with an immense crash, Olson came up behind Nina, decidedly
dismayed at Derek wrecking his expensive furnishings. "Derek, no!
UNNH!" Olson cried as Nina spun and met him with her right fist.
Olson was sent falling back as her punch met his face with a crack,
finally flopping over the corner of his desk to the ground.
     Derek grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her in
desperation. She struck back into his middle with the elbow of her
free arm. He grunted loudly, then louder still as she repeated the
move. Once the pain became too much for him to keep his hold on
her, Nina spun around, the back of her fist catching him in the jaw
as she swung at him. Another grunt and he stumbled back. "You
should know by now you can't hope to outfight me, little boy," the
shapely amazon giggled, then pivoted and brought her leg up,
kicking out to her side right into his chest, in much the same
manner she'd used to kick in the door. Derek bounced off the wall
with her powerful kick and flopped to the floor as she laughed at
him derisively. "Tch, down again.. you fight like a wet noodle."
     Olson lay on the other side of the desk, finally sitting up
and grabbing at his desk to try to pull himself up. He was on his
knees when he found Nina standing over him, taunting him. "C'mon,
old man, try to put up a fight, at least.. or are four guys not
enough to handle two girls?" she grinned. Olson snarled and took a
punch at her from his position on his knees at her feet. His punch
bounced off her hard, solid abs without effect. He looked stunned
at the lack of effect of his punch on the girl. Laughing, Nina
pulled him to his feet. "My turn," she told him, taking a step back
and bringing one of her sexy legs up, bent at the knee. She kicked
him in the face twice with devastating snap kicks, her high heeled
shoe pounding the side of his face each time she shot her leg
straight. The first kick from that strong dancer's leg staggered
him and the second toppled him like a tree to the floor. Olson lay
flat on his back behind his desk, groaning with the pain. Nina
turned to me and smiled, posing with her hands on her hips, her
body a perfect, seductive, man-destroying tool. "Like the show so
far, boss?" she asked me. I could only mumble a positive reply as
I stood fingering my bulge on the other side of the doorway. God,
it ached with each throb now. The more destruction my girls wreaked
on their male opponents the hotter I got. I had to wonder what was
going through Olson's mind right now.

     Oh God, it hurt. I thought Roxanne had hit me hard with her
fist, but Nina could probably flatten a tractor-trailer with those
kicks of hers. Challenging her was definitely a losing proposition
for me. I tried a couple of punches on her, and got disgusted at
myself for missing with the first. I used to be faster than that.
She looked like she had no problem ducking it. Too much time behind
a desk has made me rusty, I guess. I swung again harder, knowing
she wouldn't be able to duck this one, and she didn't. She blocked
it! She blocked it as if I were trying to hit her with a pillow.
Then Nina's fists blasted into my face and my gut. I didn't think
I was THAT rusty. But her punches hurt. Probably the combination of
her solid punches and her taunting did it. It was unbelievable to
me, here I was being outfought with ease by a girl while she stood
and ridiculed me, laughing at my pathetic male fighting ability.
Then she kicked. I watched her high heel come up to meet my face
helplessly, flying closer, until I felt it hit hard with a dull
crash that echoed through my head. All I saw was a close up of her
shoe, then bright lights and stars. I felt my body crash to the
floor. Never, never had I been hit that hard, by anyone. I'm sure
if she had wanted to Nina could have knocked me cold with that
kick. 
     Years ago I was known on the fight circuit as one of the
toughest around. Now here I was, getting the beating of my life
from a sexy girl. I was simultaneously enraged and terrified of the
pain she could inflict. I lay trying to fight off that pain and
trying to get the stars out of my vision for what seemed like
hours, my mind racing. I heard every sound, every loud impact of
female fists and feet, every grunt of male pain. I knew these two
lovely girls were beating the crap out of my seasoned male veteran
fighters. We didn't stand a chance against them, but I would never
have believed it if I wasn't experiencing the pain and humiliation
for myself.
     My sight eventually cleared to see Derek trying to knock one
of my trophy cases down onto Nina. No! I took a quick look around
to see my office rapidly being turned into a wreck. Roxanne was
enjoying herself, sending Assault and Battery flying around,
destroying every piece of furniture in view, and now Derek was
joining in! I especially didn't want my trophies to be destroyed.
Most of those I had earned in my fighting days. So I got up and
tried to run to Derek to stop him, forgetting about Nina in the
blind panic of seeing my past being destroyed.
     But she reminded me she was there. I quickly saw her fist
rocket towards my face, every line and curve of her knuckles
clearly visible as it landed hard. A few more bright flashes of
light and I found myself on the floor again. The pain was more
intense than anything I think I'd ever felt. I heard the trophy
case land with an earth-shaking crash, I heard Nina smacking Derek
around, and I tried to fight off the pain and get back up. I was
angry now. No way I was going to let these two girls stomp all over
my material belongings like this. So when I looked up and saw Nina
standing over me, laughing, I put all my strength into the punch I
threw at her.
     I aimed at her bare ab muscles. They looked very firm, with a
slight defined washboard to them, but I felt nothing she had could
stand up to my rage. I heard my fist land with a thud. Nothing. She
didn't even wince. Then I realized my fist hurt. It wasn't quite
like punching a brick wall, but it was damn close. 
     Then the humiliating laughter, the humbling realization that
my best wasn't even making this woman work up a sweat. Nina pulled
me to my feet, and I watched her smiling at me, enjoying the pain
and humiliation she was causing me. I saw her incredibly shapely
leg come up, her knee pointing at me at my chest level momentarily,
then wham! I got a very sudden close up of the top of her shoe as
it slammed my face, then it was gone. Wham! Her foot flashed again
into my sight, and I felt the enormous pain it caused, the evil
grin on Nina's beautiful face as her lovely legs pounded me to
bits, then I was down, barely able to move.
     What could I do now? I knew then and there we stood no chance
against these two amazing fighting women. I could try running,
admitting I had no chance against the girls, and probably never
live the embarassment down, or I could go out in a blaze of glory,
fighting to the end. Probably whichever I chose to do Roxanne and
Nina would catch me and beat me senseless, so I chose the second
option. You can't fault a man's courage for standing and fighting,
even against hopeless odds. Now all I had to do was work up the
strength to get up.. uuunnnhh..

     Roxanne smiled as the duo of Assault and Battery groggily
began to stand back up. "Oooo.." Assault moaned with the pain she'd
caused him, then shook his head vigorously and succeeded in
regaining some of his self-confidence. "I'll kill you, you.." he
threatened Roxanne, turning to grab one of the few remaining
bottles off the bar. "Really, gentlemen," Roxanne smirked,
"Resorting to name calling and exotic weaponry is unworthy of men
who are supposed to know how to fight." Assault growled and came at
her, raising the bottle high over his head and swinging down at
her. She stepped aside in time, lithely kicking up a sexy nyloned
leg and sending the bottle flying from his grasp, to smash against
the wall. She then punched Assault solidly in the chin. He
practically shrieked in agony and frustration as her fist knocked
him back against the bar once more. "But of course, I have yet to
meet a man who didn't need an advantage in fighting me." The amazon
turned and met Battery's mad charge at her with a kick to his
stomach, the pointed toe of her shoe burying itself in his gut.
"Ooo-OOF!" he cried. "And fighting men can be so amusing," Roxanne
smiled, grabbing the black man's hand as he began to straighten up
after her damaging kick. "A few good punches and the best male
fighter looks utterly clumsy and inept. Like you two." She pulled
Battery's hand hard, whipping him past her and giving him an extra
shove from behind as he flew past, straight into Assault, who was
still leaning up against the bar.
     The two huge men crashed together hard, their shouts of pain
blending together. Assault sagged back against the bar with Battery
barely able to stay up on his wobbly legs as he almost collapsed
against his partner. Roxanne strode over to them, laughing at their
fragility. Gently pulling Battery away from Assault with a glib
"Excuse me," she pushed him back a couple of steps, then kicked him
hard in the face. Battery yelled with pain, Roxanne's powerful high
kick spinning him around to land on the floor, flat on his face.
She turned back to Assault, who was still slumping back against the
bar. "It's a shame you won't be awake that much longer, little
man," she smiled. "I'm quite enjoying beating you and your friend
up." Assault began to mumble through his pain, for her to stop her
torturous pummeling, but she was having none of it. Whack, a sharp
left hook to his chin blasted his head to the side. The blond man's
legs gave out and he slumped down to the ground at her feet. "But
unfortunately you look like you can't take much more," she giggled.
Quite right, both men were almost out now, their bodies livid with
pain but their strength being rapidly drained from them by the
amazon. She turned back to me and smiled, seeing my eyes linger on
her immensely strong yet totally feminine form. I ached for her so
badly now I could hardly stand.
     Nina's giggling brought my attention back to the other side of
the room. "Come on Derek.. you wanted revenge, come get it," she
invited as he slowly tried to get up. "Or do you want to admit
you've been beaten by the same girl twice now?" He growled as his
anger at her humiliating remarks began to build inside him,
overriding what little common sense he possessed. "That's it,
sweetheart.. show me what a man you are and give me a fight before
I knock you cold," she teased, her laughter full of contempt for
him. He roared and picked up a large trophy from the smashed
cabinet. He tried tossing it at her head but missed badly as she
dodged the hefty missile. But it gave him time to charge in at her,
and he ran up to the amazon and tried locking his hands around her
neck, while at the same time Olson managed to get back up and began
approaching her from behind.
     Derek's eyes were livid with the rage he tried to put into
throttling Nina. He wasn't thinking of challenging her in a
barefisted fight anymore. He just wanted to kill. But before he
even got the chance to squeeze, Nina quickly brought her arms up
inside his and knocked them away from her throat, just as Olson
came behind her, doubled his fists together and raised them high
over his head, preparing to smite her down. "Nina!" I yelled, not
knowing if she saw the menace behind her. She turned and glanced
behind, took in the situation in an instant, then quickly ducked
down to her knees as Olson swung his fists down.
     His fists came down not on the lovely woman but on the enraged
man, thudding hard into the top of his chest. Derek groaned and
stumbled back, the hard blow not having nearly the same effect
Nina's blows had but painful nonetheless. "Nice shot," Nina
chuckled at Olson as she stood back up, facing him. As he was busy
looking stunned at what he'd just done, she punished him with her
fists, landing the left to his stomach, then the right to his face.
Thud, crack. Nina's punches sent Olson wobbling back unsteadily,
like a puppet with his strings cut, finally collapsing back down to
lean on his knees against his desk. "Thanks for the help, Olson,
but I think I can handle both of you by myself," she laughed.
     She spun quickly around as Derek growled and charged her once
again. Quickly sitting back on Olson's desk, she held tightly onto
the edge of the desk and brought her legs up, letting the man run
straight into them, coiling them up like a spring, her feet on his
chest. Then Nina powered them out, those lean, attractive dancer's
legs pushing him back, sending him teetering back to collapse onto
the remnants of the trophy case, crushing it into yet smaller
pieces. The overall effect was like watching him run straight into
a rubber band and bounce off. It was that fast. 
     Nina stood and walked around to Olson, who was still on his
knees, probably so stunned by now that he could barely remember his
own name. He was still unsuccessfully trying to shake some sense
back into his head when Nina gently brought her leg up, putting the
pointed toe of her sexy black shoe under his chin, making him raise
his head to meet her gaze. "Poor old man.. can't handle a couple of
girls, huh?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mock sympathy and
real contempt. She raised her foot, forcing Olson's head back at an
awkward angle, making him gurgle. "Don't worry Olson.. not many men
can handle us. It's usually the other way around," she smiled.
Behind her Derek began crashing about on the smashed case as he
tried to revive. In an instant Nina had brought her foot back from
Olson's chin and then snapped it hard into the side of his face.
Her kick bounced the old fighter off his desk, sending him down to
a barely moving heap on the floor. She quickly turned to deal with
the new threat.
     Derek stood and snarled, beginning a groggy charge at the
amazon. "You still don't get it, do you, hon?" Nina chided as she
easily ducked under a wild, desperate punch, and stayed in a
kneeling position. Doubling both her fists together, she slammed
them hard into his ribcage. He groaned and stumbled back. "You got
knocked cold before when we fought, and I'll do it to you again,"
she told him, standing up and shooting one of her powerful dancer's
legs forward, kicking him in the other side of his ribs. Another
groan, and he almost seemed to wilt under her devastating blows.
All he could do was clasp his arms tight around the agony in his
midsection and listen helplessly to her teasing. "Think of the
audience cheering as they watched a girl punch your lights out,
darling. I do. I really got off on that," Nina purred. Some of
Derek's rage began to flow back into him, but she abruptly cut it
off with a beautiful left to his jaw. "Unngh!" was all he managed
to utter. Her solid punch sent him toppling back hard into another
trophy case, tipping it back into the wall then forward. It missed
falling on top of him as both man and furniture crashed to the
ground. She stood over him, hands on hips, my eyes running over
every perfect curve of her body, the blood pounding in my ears as
my erection throbbed. "You're a mess, sweetheart.. you're just too
much out of your league trying to fight me," she giggled. "Maybe if
there were about eight of you, we'd have a challenge." He just
moaned in response. I realized I was moaning too, but from ecstacy
instead of agony. I had one hand in my pants, stroking my pounding
member, the strength, power and beauty of these two women driving
me wild. My fingers were quite soaked by now.
     Roxanne too was tormenting her male opponents with a vicious
barrage of humiliating words. She stood between the team of male
fighters, both recovering from her pummeling at a snail's pace.
"Gentlemen, look at yourselves.. one of the finest teams of male
fighters in this city and you've been completely beaten by a
woman," she smirked. "Not exactly an impressive display of male
fighting prowess." Assault was busy trying to drag himself up the
bar to his feet, while behind Roxanne, Battery couldn't seem to get
off his knees. Obligingly she reached down and helped Assault to
his feet, placing the blond fighter so his back was against the
bar. "My compliments to your stamina, if not your intelligence,"
she told him slyly. "Do you really think you can handle much more
of this?" With that she began a series of short, sharp punches to
his face. First her left connected with a crack, and Assault
grunted loudly, then her right, crack, groan, left, whack, groan,
right. Every time her fists slammed into his battered face I saw a
little more strength drain out of him. And I became more and more
aroused, knowing how much Roxanne delighted in seeing the
destruction her fists could administer to her male opponents, and
the pain and humiliation they had to endure. After a few of these
merciless punches from the amazon, Assault was completely punch-
drunk, his bruised and bloody face expressionless, his eyes rolled
up in his head. The only thing keep him from dropping was the bar
he was leaning against.
     Behind Roxanne, Battery woozily got up, and began a sluggish
but determined movement towards the gorgeous young woman. "Uuunh!"
groaned Assault as her left fist drove one more time crisply into
his jaw. His legs were like rubber now, the punishment he was
receiving from her potent female punches having driven him past his
endurance level. Glancing quickly over her shoulder, Roxanne
pivoted on one foot and raised the other leg to her side, then
kicked her leg out, the bottom of her high heeled shoe landing
square in the middle of Battery's chest. He reeled back and dropped
to the floor with a thud. "Please don't interrupt while I'm having
fun with your friend," Roxanne grinned at him as he struggled not
to pass out. The miniskirted amazon turned back to the nearly
unconscious Assault. "Tch, I can't just leave you on the brink of
unconsciousness. I'd better push you over it," she smiled at the
beaten man. Her perfect, shapely leg shot up, kicking him hard in
the face. Her kick sprawled him out across the bar, and with a
final shout of pain, he gave up his struggle, his head slumping
down, his body becoming motionless, succumbing to the punishment
the ladies had given him. Roxanne laughed at his awkward perch,
dozing over the length of the bar. "Not the most comfortable place
to sleep, but it will do. Sweet dreams, little man." I noticed my
hand becoming sickeningly wet as she kicked the big blond man
unconscious and polished him off with a final taunt. I was trying
to keep myself from orgasm, with considerable difficulty, and I
felt myself growing faint with the effort. It's not the easiest
thing in the world to hold back, especially with the stimulation I
was watching right now. But I held on, wanting to see the fight in
its entirety.
     Nina stood towering over Derek as he tried to put himself back
together, to try to fight her. She seemed to have problems with her
own self-control as she watched him and teasingly encouraged him.
"Mmmm, honey, watching you struggle against your pain is a hot
thing for me," she purred. "Knowing I caused that pain is even
better," she said, beginning to stroke her body suggestively,
making it even harder for me to hold back my rush of ecstasy. She
continued, "You'll never know that feeling, that a member of the
supposedly weaker sex can dominate and destroy a man with just a
few hits. It's so incredible," she moaned delightedly, "But a
pathetic little wimp like you won't ever know what it's like." Her
derisive laughter brought forth a bit of serious effort from Derek.
Growling with considerable exertion, he managed to take a lame
swing at Nina's face, but the blow was blocked easily as she raised
her arm. The pain and frustration showed in his battered, bruised
face, the body that refused to follow the instructions his mind
sent, the look of final acknowledgement of defeat in his eyes. Nina
smiled seductively. "Time to sleep, darling. I hope you take
getting knocked out by a girl better this time than you did
before." A quick, sharp punch to his face sent her beaten victim
staggering back to the wall. She closed in, sending her fist deep
into Derek's kidney area. His pain burst forth in a tormented
screech, his face twisting into a grimace. Nina's face broke into
a sweet smile as she watched the helpless male suffer from her
overwhelming amazon power. She then moved to his side as he doubled
up, his arms clenched around the pain burning in his middle, his
face a mask of agony even as Nina's foot smashed into it. Her well-
practiced high kick destroyed Derek with its awesome power, her
foot blasting his head up and back, sending it bouncing off the
wall with a thunk. Derek's knees gave way and he slumped down,
falling forward onto his face, out cold. Nina stood over him,
powerful and sexy, laughing and savoring the second occasion she'd
had to destroy this pathetic man mentally and physically.
     Battery had been busy shaking off the punishment Roxanne had
been dealing to him, and he was finally able to stand on his punch-
drunk legs and at least put up the appearance of offering her a
fight as she turned to face him. Roxanne smirked as he raised his
fists unsteadily. "Really, now," she chided. "You would pit your
fists against mine after all the damage I've given you? Quite
masochistic on your part." Behind the shaky black man, Nina
stealthily approached, coming up behind him even as he closed on
Roxanne. She made a point of glancing obviously over his shoulder
as Nina advanced. "Perhaps you've forgotten there's two of us?"
Roxanne reminded him, and he instinctively glanced over his
shoulder. She seized the opportunity instantly, landing a beautiful
right cross to his jaw. The punch cracked loudly as it landed,
sending the man toppling back into Nina's waiting arms. She quickly
snaked her arms under his and locked her hands together behind his
neck. Roxanne had beaten him too badly for him to even think about
escaping Nina's firm grasp.
     His head bobbling back and forth loosely, Battery was clearly
beyond being able to fight back against the two powerful amazons.
Roxanne teased the once-powerful seeming male fighter mercilessly
while he was helpless in Nina's half nelson. "Tell me, weakling,
has your puny mind ever imagined being beaten as badly as you are
now? And by a woman?" Roxanne asked him. Nina giggled as the black
man groaned, still recovering from Roxanne's last punch. "Probably
not," she continued. "Your male ego most likely convinced you that
you were unbeatable. Aren't you glad I came along to bring you back
to reality?" Roxanne laughed. She drove a solid punch into his
stomach. "OOF!" he cried, the air violently and suddenly blasting
out of his body as he writhed and squirmed in Nina's unbreakable
hold. "Time for a few more doses of reality," Roxanne assured him,
then punched him hard across the jaw with her awesome left fist,
following up with an identical punch from her right. The sound of
both crippling blows seemed to echo around the office along with
Battery's pathetic cries of agony. He slumped in Nina's arms,
nearly unconscious after absorbing the punishment from those
amazing female fists.
     Roxanne stopped her brutal barrage after realizing Nina was
the only thing holding the male fighter up. "Wakey wakey," she
smiled, slapping Battery in the face lightly, trying to bring him
around. "You can't sleep yet. My friend here would like a shot at
you as well," she told him as he groggily came around slightly.
"I'd love a couple more shots," Nina grinned. "Think he can take
it?"
     "Probably not, but let's find out," Roxanne giggled. Nina
pushed him forward into Roxanne's arms, and she spun the hapless
man around to face Nina, holding his arms tight in her own. Nina
stepped up, raising her own fists. Whack! Whack! Her left landed to
Battery's face, and her right. The two punches from the sexy amazon
dancer put him out on his feet. Completely punch-drunk, with his
eyes rolling up into the top of his head, his knees like jelly,
sagging limply in Roxanne's grasp, Nina considered the beaten
fighter. "You were right, he couldn't take it," she smirked to
Roxanne.
     Roxanne pushed the black man back to Nina, who caught him and
held him up before his legs could crumple underneath him. "The big
ones never can," Roxanne chuckled. As Nina steadied him, Roxanne
began a graceful spin away from Battery, then turned back towards
him with a shapely leg soaring up, the sole of her high heel
rocketing into his face. The magnificent kick sent him tumbling out
of Nina's grasp to land motionless on one of the overturned sofas.
The two gorgeous women had knocked out all but one of their
opponents. Only the big boss remained.

     Every breath I tried to draw in hurt at this point. I don't
know where Black found these girls, but they were by far the best
fighters I'd ever had the bad luck to face. I knew the sexy Spanish
girl, Nina, was just playing with me, amusing herself by knocking
me around while I tried uselessly to fight back. She was just far
too strong. I had no chance to even try to put up a fight.
     I heard the sounds of combat begin to die down, and I finally
managed to summon up the strength to lift myself off my face and
look around. Small wonder all the noise had dropped off. I saw both
of those amazingly powerful women standing over the k.o.'ed
Battery. Looking around, I quickly noticed that both Assault and
Derek were also out cold. Neither woman looked like they'd even
broken a sweat. My office was a disaster area, my fighters had been
totally outfought by these babes. I never felt so helpless in my
entire life.
     The two amazons saw my pathetic efforts to get up and grinned
in my direction. "Look Roxanne, we still have one little boy left
to play with," Nina giggled. They both began to walk slowly towards
me, filled with the confidence victory brings.
     My mind raced as I got to my feet, although my battered body
was incredibly sluggish. I just could not believe how easily these
women had beaten me and my best fighters. "L-listen," I began
uneasily. "If you two girls would sign up with me, we could make a
lot of money on the fight circuit.. more than you could possibly
imagine," I stammered.
     Roxanne came up to me and smiled. "I'm afraid we're not here
for contract negotiations, Mr. Olson. We came to teach you and your
inept fighters a lesson." I backed away from her as she continued.
"I think your hired muscle will realize that when they wake up.
Shall we finish your lesson?" She continued backing me towards the
wall until I had nowhere else to go. I only saw one way out, to go
down fighting.
     I leapt towards the sexy miniskirted girl with what force I
had left, trying to bundle her over and run past, to safety. I
should have guessed what would happen by now. She just stood and
absorbed the force of my tackle as if I were nothing and stood
smiling at me. "I see you're a slow learner," she teased. We
released our hold on each other's arms, I swung as hard as I could
at her face, she blocked me with a forearm, countered with her own
punch. Roxanne's fist flew up until it was the only thing I could
see, then blasted through my face. My eyes were filled with
suddenly shifting colors, the room tilted at an awkward angle, and
I found the wall slamming into my back, the pain rapidly
overwhelming all my senses.
     As my eyes began to work properly again, I heard Roxanne's
voice. "Nina, would you make sure he listens to what we have to
tell him, please?" The next thing I saw was Nina's long, sexy leg
come up, her black high heel coming to rest on my throat. She was
using a small table for balance, pinning and throttling me against
the wall with the bottom of her shoe. I'd have no doubt been
impressed by her balance and strength if it wasn't for the fact I
could barely breathe. I pawed weakly at Nina's leg as I gasped and
gurgled, feeling the impressive muscle under her soft, silky skin.
I just didn't have the strength to do much else.
     Roxanne began to lecture me. "Really, Mr. Olson, I'd have
thought that after the past few minutes even someone as thick as
you would have clued in. You and your insignificant little male
fighters are a joke to Nina and I. Wouldn't you say?" Nina's foot
pushed my throat back harder into the wall. "Ugh.. yes. Yes," I
groaned, my body begging for the life-giving air Nina's seemingly
dainty female foot was denying me.
     Roxanne smiled and continued. "I thought you'd agree. I'd
imagine you thought Derek was joking with you, when he told you
he'd been beaten up in Mr. Black's bar by a woman. Now you know
better." She paused to examine my feeble efforts to try to budge
Nina's shoe off my throat, which only resulted in her clamping her
foot down even harder. "Humiliating, isn't it?" Roxanne teased me.
"You've spent your life fighting other men, building your ego up
along with your muscles, and now here you are, effortlessly beaten
and pinned to a wall by two girls. Nothing in your past prepared
you for that, did it?" Both women savored my powerless position and
my weak struggles against Nina's hold. "And you always thought
women were the weaker sex. Perhaps you could tell that to your
friends here. They all seem to be sleeping peacefully thanks to
Nina and I. Perhaps after we cause you a bit more pain we'll be
kind enough to allow you to join them," Roxanne continued. 
     Nina's foot was crushing my neck so hard I was starting to see
spots before my eyes. "Aggggh.." I spluttered. "No.. please..
stop.. uuuuuuuggh.. I'll do.. whatever you want. Just stop...
aaaaarrgh.. hurting me.." The sole of Nina's high heel showed no
sign of removing itself from my throat, but the two women were
obviously enjoying watching me plead for mercy. It WAS humiliating.
Once upon a time I'd towered over men in the fighting ring, now
here I was begging a girl to stop the wracking pain she was sending
through my inadequate body. But the pain was so overwhelming, I
just wanted these two girls to stop punishing me. "Please.." I
wheezed. "What.. do you want??"
     "We just wanted to make our point, Mr. Olson," Roxanne said.
"We came over here to discuss your interference in Tara's match
last night. I would have been perfectly happy to just chat.
Knocking you and your employees out is quite an enjoyable
diversion, though," she giggled, and Nina joined in. I felt her leg
muscles tighten even further, the air becoming more and more
elusive as I tried desperately to gasp it in. Roxanne continued,
"You did send two men to try and disrupt Tara's fight last night,
didn't you?" My eyes almost burst from their sockets as Nina gave
my throat a sudden tight squeeze before her foot eased off the
pressure slightly. "Uggh! Yes!" I screamed, the amazon doing the
splits in front of me delighting in my torture.
     "Not a very sporting gesture," Roxanne commented. "In case you
were wondering, Tara took particular pleasure in pummeling both the
fighters you had sent as her opponents and the one who tried to
interfere. They'll be out of action for a good long time. As for
the man you somehow got to betray Mr. Black, your secretary and I
handled him very easily."
     "Wh..?" was all I was able to sputter out before the shoe on
my throat again squeezed the breath from me. Nina grinned as my
struggles became more and more feeble.
     "Now, Mr. Olson, consider yourself warned. The next time
something like this happens, I shall bring Tara along as well, and
you and your entire roster of fighters will find yourselves begging
for mercy at our feet by the time we're done beating you. Nina, you
may dispose of our friend here as you see fit." Nina's foot
suddenly disappeared from crushing my throat as Roxanne finished
speaking. I tried weakly to raise my fists to defend myself as
Nina's hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and I looked into the
beautiful, smiling face of the girl who was about to knock me
unconscious.
     "I'll make this quick," Nina laughed. "Since being beaten up
by a girl must be such a shock, you can sleep it off." The grin
never left her face as she brought one fist back while keeping a
hold of my shirt. My struggles and efforts to free myself had
absolutely no effect as she jabbed at my face. The first punch
landed with a solid whack, sending pain shooting through every part
of my body. Her second punch crashed into my jaw, knocking every
sensation I felt off-balance, my vision blurring, the pain massing
into one overwhelming wave. I felt my legs begin to crumple, and my
eyes began to roll up into the top of my head, totally
involuntarily. Just as my body began to topple backwards, I caught
my last glimpse of the sexy, totally dominating woman. Balanced on
the toes of her right foot, her left foot was flying up in a
graceful, gentle curve, coming up slowly to meet my face. It hit
like a ton of bricks.

     Nina's final kick to Olson's face spun him around and launched
him off his feet to crash into and over his desk. He crumpled down
on the other side like a total dead weight, which was exactly what
he was. He flopped down onto his face and slept like a baby.
     The two women stood a moment, smiling, surveying the damage
they'd done. One destroyed office, furniture smashed to cinders, a
door nearly kicked off its hinges, and of course, four unconscious
men. Nina caught a glimpse of me still standing in the doorway,
still stiff as a board, watching them. "Roxanne, I don't think
we're quite finished," she smiled, walking towards me slowly.
Suddenly I was terrified, but still paralyzed. I knew that whatever
they had planned for me, I'd be powerless to stop them.
     "Good thinking, Nina," Roxanne added, walking over to the
large overturned sofa as Nina almost gently led me inside the
wrecked office, towards that same sofa. Roxanne kicked the
unconscious form of Battery off of it and stood it upright as if it
were nothing. "Mr. Black," she told me as she sat on the sofa and
crossed her long, nyloned legs, "On this one occasion, I'm going to
expand on our business relationship. Please understand this will
only happen once." 
     "S-sure," I stammered, not believing what was taking place.
Nina gently but firmly lowered me to the ground, by Roxanne's feet.
"You watched me destroy these men with my legs," she told me. "My
feet could use a massage. Shoes," she commanded. I quickly
responded, removing both her shoes as she offered them to me. My
eyes were filled by the sight of her long, shapely legs as I began
to caress and massage her lovely stockinged feet. Roxanne purred.
     Meanwhile, Nina had kneeled down next to me, undoing the
button and lowering the fly of my jeans. My body twitched with her
touch, but Roxanne quickly put my fears at ease. "Relax," she
whispered. "Nina and I will be gentle with you. Just concentrate on
my feet.. think of the power you hold in your hands. The power that
rendered these other men unconscious.." "Oh God," I moaned,
quivering with the thought as I continued massaging her feet. Nina
pulled down my pants slowly, then my underwear, my pulsating
erection springing fully into life as it was revealed. I was amazed
as how hard I was even after the amount of time that had passed
since I'd first started to become aroused. Both women moaned in
appreciation, as did I. I watched Nina stand and slowly remove her
skimpy pair of shorts, revealing an even skimpier pair of black
panties, soaked through at the front. Smiling down at me
seductively, she removed these as well..
     Roxanne brought the foot I wasn't massaging down and began to
stroke my face with it, sending even more thrills of excitement
through my entire body. My tongue instinctively came out, running
slowly over the bottom of her foot. The pantyhose she wore had a
delicious roughness under my tongue as she worked her foot down
along it until I reached her toes. "Mmmm.. suck them," Roxanne told
me, simultaneously with the overwhelming sensation as Nina began
taking my rock-hard cock into her. I spasmed with the
uncontrollable erotic passion between these two amazons and myself.
I took Roxanne's toes into my mouth, sucking and licking the
undersides, even as Nina slid herself down the length of my
erection, taking me entirely into her moist, muscular vagina.
Screams and moans of ecstacy echoed through the room. The orgasm
inside of me demanded to be let loose as Nina started to fuck me,
her long legs on either side of me, squeezing me, harder and harder
the more she rode me, my tongue and lips running over Roxanne's
pantyhosed toes..

     I don't know whether the sheer, total arousal of the situation
caught up with me or whether Nina just simply squeezed me
unconscious with her legs, but I don't remember a thing after that.
The next thing I do remember is finding myself lying on the sofa in
my own office, which thankfully wasn't in the same shape Olson's
was left in. I ached all over, my sides and my cock especially.
Getting up slowly, I went over to my desk to get out the Tylenol
from the top drawer, when I saw the note on top of the desk.

Mr. Black, you probably won't remember how you got here, since you
were rather out of it by the time Nina and I satisfied ourselves,
but needless to say you performed abmirably. We find we're only
able to achieve full sexual fulfillment after beating up a few men,
so thank you for being there for us.
Now, back to business, I doubt Mr. Olson will be stupid enough to
interfere in our affairs again. We left him and his puny fighters
all in his office, still unconscious, with an invitation to them to
come and participate in our fight nights as our opponents. I don't
imagine we'll get many takers. I'll be in touch with you about
future events. -Roxanne

     Popping a couple Tylenols, I sighed and left the office,
wondering what the biggest orgasm of my life had felt like, and
cursing the fact that I'd seemed to have missed it.