Losing to a Lesbian
By Hardie 
Mike gets beaten up by a girl. 


This story contains sexually explicit material, and should be read by adults
only.

............

Mike had come back early from a particularly successful sales trip.

Finding his wife was not at home, he left a note and went down to the gym.
After a stiff work out, he got some change from his trouser pocket and went
along to the reception area to get a cola from the dispensing machine. As he
put his quarter into the machine, he fumbled. The coin spilled onto the floor
and rolled under the unmanned reception desk.

'Damn,' muttered Mike. He'd brought just he right amount and had to retrieve
his coin. As he was down behind the desk, groping underneath for the elusive
quarter, he heard the clack of heels as two women came in.

"I'll just get a couple of Cokes for after the class," said one, searching her
purse for change. "Blast, I've pressed the wrong button!"

"Well, you sure knew which of my buttons to press this afternoon, darling,"
murmured the other woman, coyly. "Making love with you is so good!"

Mike froze. That was his wife, Martha's voice! And now he recognised the other
voice. It was the self-defence instructor, Anne somebody, whose classes his
wife attended and whom he'd met once or twice in the gym. He was bewildered.
He didn't know what to do. He stayed where he was, eavesdropping.

"Us lesbian's have an advantage, you know. Being a woman myself, I know what
turns on other women," breathed Anne. "And you sure turn me on too!"

Mike couldn't see the women give each a quick hug, but he heard their sighs of
mutual affection.

"Come on," said Anne, "let's get this class moving. The other girls will be
waiting for me to show them how to defend themselves against the aggressive
male!" They chuckled.

"Can we go back to your place afterwards?" pleaded Anne. "Mike won't be back
until tomorrow. We can spend...."

Their voices faded as the women left to get changed.

Mike was flabbergasted. His wife was having an affair - with another woman! He
could hardly believe what he'd just heard. Now he knew why Anne spent so much
time at the gym, why there was often no answer when he phoned home when he was
on a sales trip and why she hardly ever wanted to make love these days.

Mike's mind was in a turmoil as he recalled all the tell-tale clues he'd
missed up until now. He went outside, walked around to clear his mind,
realised it was too cold to be wandering around in his exercise shorts and
went back in again.

Now his dismay was turning to anger. What a fool he'd been. A gullible,
trusting fool. But no longer! No one was going to take his wife away from him
without a fight. He determined to go and confront her, drag her out of her
class if need be and get her away from the dyke who was corrupting her!

..............

A dozen young women sat around the raised boxing ring at one end of the main
hall of the gym. Anne was in the ring explaining what she going to
demonstrate, when Mike barged in.

Martha gasped with surprise. Her husband wasn't due back until the following
day. For a moment she thought something drastic had happened, like he'd lost
his job. Then she recognised the anger pouring from him and just knew he'd
found out about her and Anne.

"C'mon Martha," he barked. "Get your stuff and get out of here!"

Martha was half way to her feet, heart sinking as she went to obey her
husband.

"Hold on!" Anne's voice cut through the tense atmosphere with freezing
authority. "Sit down Martha. No one barges into my class and starts giving
orders. What do you want Mike?"

"My wife is what I want, you fucking dyke! Just keep out of this or, woman or
no woman, I'll smash your fucking face in!" There were gasps from the girls at
the vehemence of the exchange.

"You want your wife, Mike," said Anne calmly. "Come up here and fight me for
her!"

This caused even more consternation among the class members, but Mike couldn't
believe his luck. The girl was actually inviting him to fight her. He couldn't
wait! He vaulted into the ring and flew at the woman who had seduced his wife.

Martha was shocked when she realised what was happening. Her husband, a husky,
heavily muscled, six foot two inch male was about to attack her lover, a girl,
eight inches smaller and half his weight! And Mike, she remembered was an ex
amateur boxer, who'd gone quite a way in the Golden Gloves contests a couple
of years back.

"No!" she cried, as Mike bore down on the frail figure of Anne. But she was
too late.

Mike wanted blood! He wanted to break this girl like a twig, and Anne could
see the murder in his eyes. She had to get out of his way quickly. Frantically
she darted aside as the furious young man swung his massive fists at her,
dodging and ducking as he lashed empty air.

"You're too slow!" she taunted, knowing that her best chance of defeating the
man was to make him lose his temper even further. "Useless male prick! Owww!"

Mike realised his wild swings were getting him nowhere, and flashed a straight
right at the girl's head. Anne jerked back but took the punch on her shoulder.
The spectators screeched in alarm as the girl was sent sprawling onto the
canvas floor of the ring.

Mike had a good opportunity to finish the fight then and there, but his boxing
training prevailed over his fury. He stood back and let the girl get up.

Anne shook her pretty head. She had to focus. She wasn't hurt, just shaken.
And the arrogant bastard had let her get up. 'Well,' she thought, 'you're
going to pay for that, sonny boy! Just get in a bit closer!'

As the girl stood up, looking helpless, Mike moved in to finish her off. 'One
clip to the chin should do it,' he decided, as, quite sure that the girl was
badly hurt, he advanced arrogantly towards her, not even bothering to put up
his guard.

The girls in the audience held their breath as the powerful male lined up his
seemingly helpless female victim. Mike swung.

Quick as a cat, Anne ducked beneath the man's fist and darted forward. With
deadly accuracy, the girl lanced a straight fingered jab into Mike's throat,
swiftly transferred her balance and smashed her other hand into the sternum
area, just above his powerfully muscled stomach.

Mike gave a choked croak from as the air was driven from his lungs through his
injured windpipe. Gasping for breath, he dropped into a fighter's crouch as
the lightning fast lesbian probed for his eyes with poking fingers, then
danced away as he parried her attack with his jabbing fists.

One of the girl's fingers caught Mike's left eye, causing it to blur as he
tried to focus on the lithe form of the fighting female. He swapped to a
southpaw stance so that he could see her better with his good eye, and threw a
right lead at her bobbing head.

Anne was feeling exhilarated. The adrenaline surged through her beautiful
young body as she revelled in the task of fighting this huge male opponent in
front of her lover and the other girls in her class. Her eyes gleamed with
inward energy as she ducked and struck, catching him in the throat again,
making him gag, bending him over as she worked another blow into his sternum
and dancing back just as his own riposte thudded into her stomach.

Although the punch from the male fighter landed almost at the extent of Mike's
reach, it was still heavy enough to send Anne staggering backwards, bounce off
the ropes and end up on her knees. The girl's silky, tanned skin concealed a
muscularity honed to the consistency of tempered steel by her savagely
punishing exercise routine, so Mike's punch did no damage. It did, however,
give him a few seconds to gulp some air into his burning lungs.

Mike stood over the girl. This time he was not going to let her get up. This
time he was going to nail her! As the girl spectators watched in trepidation,
Mike drew back his fist to club the girl to the canvas.

With an instinct born of hours of teaching unarmed combat techniques, Anne
drove her own fist upwards, firing it like a piston up between the man's
bulging thigh muscles into his dangling balls.

Mike's punch died in mid air as he cried out in pain and doubled over,
clutching his balls in both hands, oblivious to everything except the fire
shooting through his massive body.

Anne was on her feet in a flash. Roared on by screams of encouragement from
her class, the girl slammed her tiny fists into the injured man's face,
driving his huge frame backwards as she tore into him with relentless female
fury.

The girls in the audience were on their feet, cheering with excitement as the
quicksilver punches of their lithe young instructress slammed into the mighty
male fighter and drove him before her. Martha could hardly believe what was
happening. Her girl friend was fighting her husband, and her girl friend was
winning!

Mike's retreat was halted by the ring ropes. Instinctively, as he felt the
ropes on his back, he covered up, ducking and weaving as best he could, taking
as little punishment from the girl as possible as he fought to recover his
composure.

Anne was exultant as she waded into the massively muscled body of her huge
male opponent with the calm deliberation of a born fighter. As soon as he
covered up to protect himself from her flashing fists, she stomped her foot
down onto the man's left instep. Then, as he yelled in pain and began to hop
and limp to protect his foot, the girl swooped, grasped his right ankle in
both hands and heaved upwards.

Mikes' huge frame toppled sideways. He grabbed at the ropes to try to stop
himself from falling, and for a moment he hung there, clutching the ropes,
ludicrously trying to support his weight on his injured foot, while the girl
pulled with all her might on his suspended ankle.

Then Anne transferred one hand to the man's foot and twisted. The pain shot up
Mike's leg, forcing him to let go and try to roll away from the terrible
agony. But the girl kept hold as he sprawled on his stomach, twisting his
foot, using his leg as a lever to keep turning him over as he fought to kick
free of her grasp.

Realising she was beginning to tire, Anne dropped Mike's leg while she had him
on his stomach, and stomped down hard on his calf muscle. As the massive male
fighter writhed in agony, the girl dropped onto his broad back and locked her
slender arms round his throat in a sleeper hold.

Mike tried in vain to buck the girl from his body. He could feel the breath
being cut off from his lungs as her arm cut across his wind pipe, locked in
place by her other arm pressing against the back of his neck in an
unbreakable, deadly hug. Then everything went black.

Anne felt the huge man's body go limp and could hardly believe what had
happened. In no time at all she had rendered this mightily muscled male
unconscious. She rose in triumph, basking in the cheers of the class. Now, to
impress them (and particularly Martha) even further, she bent over Mike's
prostrate body, pulled off his shorts and held them aloft as she paraded round
the ring in triumph.

Martha's mind raced with mixed emotions. She was amazed that her lesbian lover
had defeated her strapping husband in a fight. One part of her felt elated,
another felt sorry for the defeated male. Then she noticed Mike was stirring.

Mike came round quite quickly. For a moment he lay there, wondering what had
happened to him. Then the realisation sunk in at the same time as the pain
from his injured legs and balls penetrated his consciousness. How could he, a
trained male boxer, be beaten up so easily by a chit of a girl! He realised he
was naked. The girl had stripped him while he was out. He could hear the other
women congratulating the bitch on her win, while he lay on the canvas, beaten,
stripped naked and humiliated by a girl, all this in front of his wife!

Well, he resolved, he wasn't finished yet. Mike climbed painfully to his feet.

Somebody called out a warning to Anne as Mike rose from the canvas. The girls
oohhed and aahhhed at the sight of the huge naked man. Mike's long, thick cock
hung down between his legs like the end of a fire hose, while his balls
sloshed from side to side as he shuffled forwards to attack the hated girl who
had stripped him of both his clothes and his ego.

Martha couldn't help her excitement surging through her body. Here were two
superb specimens of their gender fighting over her. The magnificently muscled,
powerfully built naked male against the slender figure of the female who wore
only her exercise outfit of black bikini bottom and white crop top. She could
hardly believe the possibility existed that the slim young girl could stand up
to the power and strength of such a beautifully built, athletic, male animal
as her husband. Mike had learned the hard way to respect the fighting
capability of the girl, and advanced cautiously, limping slightly from the
damage she'd inflicted on his legs. Anne stood her ground, hands on hips, legs
astride, coolly waiting. She looked down at the man's dangling cock and balls.

"Who's a big boy, then," she teased. "Did the naughty girl make you all naked!
Hasn't he got lovely big balls, girls? I'm going to milk them dry before I've
finished with you, Mike. Would you like that, Mike, being tossed off by your
wife's lover!" She half turned to smile at Martha, and Mike struck.

The cunning girl had lured the male fighter into her trap. With the speed and
grace of a hunting mongoose, the girl swayed aside as the man's ham like fist
flashed past her lovely face, grasped his wrist in both hands, braced her
shapely legs and pulled his massive arm round her swirling body.

Mike, dragged off balance and propelled by his own momentum, was swung round
until his back slammed into the corner post of the ring. The breath swooshed
from his huge frame as his spine hit the post pads. His head sang as she
followed him in and butted him under the chin with her skull, then he screamed
in agony as the deadly young girl backed off half a pace and drove her knee
into his exposed balls. The speed of the girl's assault was staggering, and
the man had no answer.

Mike wanted to fall, to fold up and hug his battered balls, but the girl
wouldn't let him. She pinned him against the post with one hand on his throat
while she drove punch after punch into the semi-conscious man's stomach and
abdomen until she could hold him up no longer.

Mike slumped slowly to his knees. All he could feel was pain, all he could
think of was that he HAD to beat this terrible girl or lose his wife.
Incredibly, he tried to pull himself up once more, to climb up the body of the
girl who stood over him. He had to get to his feet. He had to beat her. He was
a man. A boxer. How could he lose a fight to a chit of a girl!

Determinedly, he tried to haul himself up the tanned legs of the girl, staring
up with glazed determination into the pretty face of his female adversary.
Anne looked down at him, a smile on her lips as she braced her legs to support
hisefforts. His face was level with her smoothly tanned stomach as he
laboriously tried to rise.

"Poor baby," she crooned. "Has the little girl hurt you, then. Can't you get
up! Here, let me help you." She pulled him up by the hair, until the man's
large, muscular body, tottering on trembling legs, towered over her slight,
curvaceous figure. She cupped his balls with her other hand and squeezed
gently, feeling his huge body tense with fear as she applied the pressure.
Holding him by hair and balls, the girl backed him once more into the corner.

The girls in the audience watched in awed amazement as the lithe young female
made her mighty male opponent put his powerful legs outside the bottom rope,
one limb on either side of the corner post. Then she made him drape his arms
over the top rope, once again, one on each side of the post, so that they hung
down outside the ring.

Mike's head was clearing, but there was nothing he could do. The girl had him
by the balls, and he was forced to do as she said.

With one swift movement, Anne released the man's hair and balls and reached
through the ropes to grab his hanging wrists. He was helpless in her grasp as
she pulled down on his wrists, straightening up his Herculean body.

"Now I'm going to knee your balls again, Mike baby," she smiled sadistically
into the man's terrified eyes. "That lovely big cock of yours is the only
thing you can give Martha that I can't. But it won't be much good if I bust
your balls, now, will it!"

"No!" pleaded Mike. "Please, no more. I give in." The huge, powerful male
fighter began to sob as he begged the girl to let him go.

Martha was disgusted at her husband's display. First he'd let himself be
beaten up by a girl half his size, and now he was crying and begging her for
mercy. "Finish him!" she cried to Anne, sadly, all sympathy for the man she
had once loved gone.

"You heard, Mike," said the girl triumphantly. "Your wife wants me to finish
you, and that's just what I'm going to do."

The man's final plea was cut off as the girl thundered her knee up between his
legs to crash into his dangling balls with explosive force. She stepped back
and kicked him again and again. Her feet smashed into the sobbing, helpless
male's ribs, stomach and balls as he slumped down, his legs and arms tangled
in the ropes, keeping his body suspended. When she was sure he'd been totally
defeated and was no more threat as a fighting man, the girl released his limbs
and let him collapse in a heap onto the canvas.

Casually, Anne put her foot under the defeated male's prostrate body and
flipped him onto his back. Putting one foot on his barrel like chest, the girl
raised her arms in victory, posing triumphantly as the girls boiled over with
excitement at a female victory.

As Mike began to regain consciousness, he became aware of the gorgeous young
woman standing over him. There was no aggression left. The girl had beaten the
fighting spirit out of him. And, as he lay there resigned to his fate, the
sight of the victorious girl fighter stirred his libido. His cock rose
majestically in tribute to the young woman who had beaten him into submission.

The girls gasped in astonishment at the sight of the man lying at the feet of
his female conqueror, smashed to defeat by a girl, with an erection throbbing
from between his thighs for her to do with as she wished.

Anne commanded the man to get on his knees before her. She grasped his hair,
tilted his head back so that he had to look up into her shining eyes.

"Now, Mike," she waggled his head back and forwards as he knelt there,
completely under her spell, "you are going to wank yourself off, just for the
girls to see a totally humiliated male masturbate. Right girls!" The girls
cheered, giggling with embarrassment and, at the same time thrilled at the
idea of a girl forcing a hugely muscled male to so humiliate himself. "But,"
Anne continued, "before you give us our show, I've got good news for you. You
can go back to live with Martha!"

Mike could hardly believe it. His eyes blazed with hope. Martha was about to
say she didn't want him, when Anne continued. "Mind you, I'm going to be
living there from now on too, and you are going to be our big, male, maid!
Now, wank!" Mike's head slumped, all hope gone. He did as the girl ordered.

Martha flushed with embarrassment as she watched her husband pump his huge
cock up and down in front of girls, most of whom had never seen a man wank
before and were fascinated by the spectacle. In no time at all, he was
spraying spurts of sperm into the air as the girls watched in wonder as his
massive frame shuddered to the climax, then slumped with exhaustion.

The girls crowded round Anne, voicing their congratulations as the small
figure of the triumphant lesbian girl took the huge, powerful man, head
hanging in defeat, out of the ring, holding him by his balls.

Martha felt a surge of sympathy for Mike, but then again, it would be so nice
to have her female lover living in, and, whenever she felt the desire to have
Mike's huge cock to play with, well...he was going to be their slave, wasn't
he, and slaves did what their mistresses told them!

END