Sue Takes Charge 
By Hardie 
Sue boxes Tug Wilson  


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

The trouble started when Sue, a young Second Lieutenant Wren, was appointed to
take charge of the Supply Office. Chief Petty Officer Tug Wilson simply could
not accept that he had to take orders from a woman, and was furious when the
girl took over signatory responsibilities, a move which threatened to close
down several of the Chief's minor rackets. The man deliberately set out to
make life as difficult as possible for the young female Officer, and it was in
a state of desperation that she consulted one of her more senior colleagues.
"You know how easy it is for him to foul me up..not passing on messages..not
doing even the most routine job unless I order him to do it..giving out no
information at all unless he has to..just being totally bloody minded all the
time. He's too crafty to directly disobey an order, just delays doing things
so that the system's creaking all the time. I am really fed up with the man,
but I don't know what to do about it." "Umm," said the Commander thoughtfully.
"If you were a male Officer I would suggest the traditional Navy way of
sorting out grudges between men of different ranks..the boxing ring! No
charges of assault when it happens in the ring with the gloves on. I remember
when I had trouble with......." In her cabin that night Sue thought over the
Commander's words. She, and all the other girls at her boarding school, had
spent many hours learning various self-defence skills, and boxing had been her
favourite. None of the girls, even the much larger ones, could stand up to her
in the ring. Tommy, their instructor, had told her she was 'a real natural
what punches yer weight'. As a Naval Officer Cadet on the new Training Course
where male and female Cadets were treated alike, she had been in the ring with
opponents of either sex. There she had proved herself a better boxer than any
of them, much to the consternation of several husky young men who had emerged
from sparring sessions in a state of battered bewilderment as they received a
good thrashing at the hands of the slender young girl. 'Why not!' she thought.
'If he refuses he'll lose face, and if he accepts and beats me, no one will
think any the better of him. But, if I beat him, he's not going to be able to
hold up his head again. He'll be destroyed!' Having nothing to lose, Sue
issued her challenge, in the office, in front of the four or five naval
writers who worked there. At first, CPO Wilson couldn't believe what he was
hearing, and tried to bluster his way out of it. But he soon realised there
was no way he could ignore the girl's challenge. "Right," he said, making up
his mind. "I hope you know what you're doing...Ma'am.I hope you know that I
was fleet heavyweight champion for three years running until I gave up boxing
a couple of years ago..Ma'am. So if you want to call it off ..Ma'am, then you
should do it now!" Sue tried to hide her astonishment. No one had told her the
great lump of a CPO was an ex champion boxer! She couldn't back down now!
She'd have to go through with it, or lose all credibility. "I'm not going to
call it off, but you can if you don't want to risk losing to a woman!" Tug
looked at the slender figure of the young female Officer and grinned. He was
35 years old and felt he hadn't given up boxing that long ago. Anyway, he was
certainly capable of putting this young lady in her place. One punch ought to
rearrange her pretty little face and get her off his back while he got his
rackets running again. Or maybe he'd just rough her up a bit to show her who
was the real boss around here. He accepted her challenge. The ring in the gym
was booked for the following week. In the intervening period, Sue trained hard
for the fight, toning up her speed and punching power. Tug did nothing. He
didn't see the need to train for a fight with a slip of a girl. 'One punch,'
he thought, 'and good night little girl!' .................. Landing the
punch, however, was proving to be a problem. Sue had the sinuous grace of a
hunting cat, and the speed of a striking snake. She'd gulped when the CPO had
climbed into the ring. Although not in the best condition, the man's body was
enormous compared to her own. Standing at six foot two, and weighing 240lbs,
the man topped her by eight inches and outweighed her by almost 130lbs. The
muscles, which had looked so flabby when the CPO was sitting in the office,
didn't look so feeble now that he was stripped to his shorts. In fact, they
looked quite formidable to the lightly built girl, even though the man was
noticeably carrying a slight bulge around his stomach. 'Ah well,' she thought,
'it's too late now.' She remembered her school boxing lessons. "Wear them
down. Beat them up!" the girls used to chant; the theory being that girls had
more stamina than larger males, whose muscles devoured oxygen when they were
exerted. Now she had a chance to put the theory into practice! And it was a
case of 'so far, so good' from the girl's point of view. Almost taken by
surprise at first by the speed of the big man's punches, Sue now felt she
could avoid his blows without too much difficulty, and was finding it easy to
get her own shots through an arrogantly non- existing defence to the soft
stomach region of her male adversary. Tug was becoming quite exasperated by
the girl's tactics. In Naval boxing the contestants stood toe to toe and
slugged it out. There was none of this fancy dancing stuff. So far he'd been
totally unable to land a punch! And while he was missing with his punches, the
lithe little wren was picking him off with apparent ease. Well, he thought,
she'd soon slow down, then he'd nail her! The only problem Sue had was with
the effectiveness of her punches. She knew she'd landed some good shots, but
they seemed to have no effect on her massive male opponent. He just kept on
coming, and she realised that it would soon be a question of who would tire
first - herself through hitting the man, or the man through being hit! 'Well,'
she thought, 'he may be stronger than me physically, but I've got the stronger
willpower!' Summoning up all her reserves of energy, the shapely young girl
tore into the mighty male champion. Ducking under a left hook, she sent her
flashing fists thudding into his stomach. Dancing back, the girl avoided a
right swing, sailed in again and flashed a left, right, left combination into
male body muscle, then smacked a right uppercut into the man's eye as his head
jerked down. Then she was gone. In again, giving the man no respite, the girl,
graceful and deadly, flashed her fists into the large target afforded by the
huge male. Body, head, in, out, throwing punches, avoiding his swings, the
girl gradually felt herself gaining superiority over her male opponent,
slowing his advance, hearing his breath coming faster as he gasped for air.
Encouraged, the girl redoubled her efforts. Tug tried to grab a respite by
catching the girl in a clinch. He could feel his stamina being drained out of
his powerful body by the girl's persistent pounding. He was finding breathing
difficult. His stomach was becoming softer every time a female fist sank into
the muscles, and one eye was blurring ominously where she kept catching him
with her fiendishly fast uppercuts; and he hadn't hit her yet! He lurched at
her desperately. If he could get her in a clinch he knew some extremely dirty
moves, like a thumb in the eye, kidney punch, shin rake, which would slow the
bitch down and allow him to finish her off. But Sue was far too fast for the
cumbersome male fighter. She slid aside and caught him with a cracking punch
which buried her tiny fist in the man's reddening stomach. This time she heard
air whoosh from his lungs and knew she was breaking down the man's resistance.
She threw another punch into the Chief's pounded gut, doubling him over,
stopping him short. Then the girl smashed his face, using both hands to fire
in punches in rapid succession. Tug was forced to cover up and retreat. The
audience, consisting of twenty or so Wrens and half a dozen of Tug's male
cronies, gaped in disbelief. The huge male champion was being forced backwards
by the tiny girl fighter. The Wrens cheered with delight as their young
officer ripped punch after punch into the man's huge bulk, driving him before
her, backing him into the corner of the ring. They screamed encouragement as
they took in the sight of a powerful, male fighter being beaten up by a slim
young woman. They jeered at the Chief's cronies, making the men walk
shamefaced from the gym, unable to take the taunts of the jubilant girls as
their ex- heavyweight champion was being hammered by a lightweight little
girl. Sue's adrenaline flowed, driving out any form of fatigue from her fit
young female body. Coolly, the svelte young girl picked her spots and drove
her flashing fists into the wilting man's massive frame. Deliberately, the
girl pounded the Chief's massively muscled biceps as he cowered from her
attack behind his brawny arms, numbing the nerves, weakening the limbs.
Winded, hurt and dazed by the ferocious battering he was receiving from the
girl, Tug was in despair. How on earth could he be losing to a chit of a girl
at boxing. He was a champion, a male warrior who'd defeated dozens of other
male warriors in the ring. Now he was being thrashed by a girl! Only his male
ego kept him on his feet, as he desperately tried to get his muscle laden arms
to swing punches at the mocking face of the slender girl. But each swing felt
like lead. And for every blow he attempted, he received a dozen in return. He
slumped in the corner on trembling legs, too exhausted to fight, too stubborn
to go down before a woman's fists. Sue was elated. The cheers of her Wrens
rang joyously in her ears. Her male opponent was out on his feet, helpless
before her, unable to raise his fists to defend himself against the deadly
female boxer. "Poor man?" she mocked. "Can't you fight any more. Fancy a big,
tough, heavyweight champion being beaten up by a girl!" The young woman
disdainfully cuffed the man's large head from side to side with one glove.
"Tell me who's in charge," she purred, "and I won't hit you any more." She
sank her fist into the man's pulped stomach as she spoke, emphasising her
superiority. "Fuck off!" the Chief gasped defiantly, unable to comprehend
defeat at the hands of a woman. "Such language," censured Sue, driving in
another punch. "Now, I'm going to have to really beat you up!" And she did.
Arching his body back over the corner post with her forearm jammed across his
throat, the Wren officer slammed her fist into the hard, male body of the ex
champion until, sobbing with pain and shame the man succumbed and begged her
to stop, mumbling his supplication, hardly able to get the words out as the
girl thrashed him to abject defeat. Joyously, Sue heard the words of
subjugation and knew the time was right for the coup de grace. Removing her
arm from his throat, the girl let the man's body crumple, then smashed a right
uppercut into his exposed jaw as he folded before her. The huge male fighter's
head jerked back, then his whole massive frame toppled sideways as he crashed
unconscious to the canvas and rolled over, knocked out for the first time in
his life. Knocked out by a girl! Sue stood over the stricken male, arms aloft
in victory, her insides melting with the excitement of beating up a powerful,
muscle laden male boxing champion, responding to the delirious cheers of the
girls in the audience who couldn't contain their elation at seeing their young
officer smashing a man to defeat. She looked at the spread-eagled body of the
once mighty champion. She took in the power packed male muscles on the man's
shoulders, arms and thighs, the depth of his chest and length of his limbs and
could scarcely believe that she, a chit of a girl, had brought down this
magnificent specimen of manhood; had beaten this huge male so badly with her
tiny female fists that he lay sprawled unconscious at her feet. She straddled
his body triumphantly like a lioness over her kill. Tug came round to find the
girl standing over him, legs apart, arms raised in victory. He took in the
spectacle of the girl's tanned, shapely legs, the navy blue cotton briefs
moulding her pelvis, the cloth softly undulating with each sinuous movement of
the girl's body, her pert breasts thrusting boldly under her snow white sports
shirt and her pretty face glowing with pride. A massive bulge appeared in
Tug's thin boxing shorts. He hadn't bothered to wear a guard as he was only
fighting a girl, and his shorts did little to conceal his enormous erection.
Sue watched it grow in amazement. One of the Wrens spotted it. "Look at him,
girls. He's got a hard-on!" she yelled. "Make him wank, ma'am," another Wren
shouted, then they all crowded, giggling, round the ring offering their young
officer advice. Sue was exultant. Not only had she beaten the man, she had him
lying helpless at her feet with an erection you could hang a coat on. She
would dearly have liked to finish off her victim, to milk him dry, to
subjugate him sexually as she'd subjugated him physically, but she knew she
couldn't. As an officer, she had to draw the line. She had won. That was
enough. However, if her girls....... Sue excused herself and told the girls
she had to go. Perhaps, she added suggestively, they would like to see to the
poor, defeated man. As she left the gym on a cloud of elation, Sue could hear
the girls. "Get his shorts off." "Wow! What a boner!" "Poor man. Did the girl
beat you up, then!" "By the size of his cock he enjoyed it!" "Did you enjoy
being beaten by a girl!" "Now, now. Don't try to struggle, chiefy. You'll like
this!" Sue didn't see the Chief's body tauten as one of the girls wrapped her
silky fingers round his throbbing cock. She didn't see him spasm, then spurt
with frantic, moaning pleasure as the girl brought him off in a thunderous
climax which caused the Wrens to gasp at the enormity. Sue left them to it.
She knew that from now on, she was in charge!