Tanya and Rock
By Terry
Tanya loves to fight, and her muscular boyfriend helps make her a boxing champ.
1
When Tanya walked into the gym, the whole place suddenly went quiet.
Everybody was watching her and she knew it and loved it.
Even without make-up her beauty was startling. Exotic green eyes.
High cheekbones. Her lips were full and sensual. Her head was covered
with a long, flowing mane of golden hair.
She was wearing a long, oversize sweatshirt. Her bare legs were long
and luscious and finely muscled like a gymnast's.
Then she pulled off the sweater.
It was a breathtaking sight. Her body was spectacular. Sleek muscles
slid under her tanned skin.
Tanya had the kind of body that men liked to look at, and she liked
them to look. She was wearing a leotard that fit her like the skin on a
grape. Swelling breasts strained at the fabric. Her tiny waist made
her bosom seem even bigger. The leotard was cut to expose a lot of
cleavage and her exquisite ass.
The tall blonde looked around the gym. Her gaze fixed on a big man
who had been pounding a heavy bag with brutal punches. Tanya was turned
on by his superbly muscled body. He radiated animal magnetism. His
dark, smoldering good looks almost made her swoon.
The man had stopped to look at her. He was impressed. The blonde
oozed sex. There was something animal about her. He guessed she would
be wild in bed and fierce in a fight.
Tanya watched the man's eyes devouring her. She looked back at him.
Her eyes let him know she liked what she saw.
Naked except for boxing trunks, the man's sun-bronzed body was hard
and powerfully built. His muscles stood out in detailed relief like
molded iron sculpture. His shoulders were like boulders. His chest was
like a pair of armored plates. Heavy wings of muscle flared from his
back, tapering to a tight narrow waist. Rows of sharply defined muscle
ridged his abdomen. His legs bulged with corded sinew.
Tanya gave him a sexy smile. He smiled back with a glint of strong
white teeth. Then he started punching the heavy bag again, putting on a
show for her. His thickly muscled arms rippled with the impact. A
smile of enjoyment lit up his face. He moved with the natural quickness
and strength of a great lean cat. His body gave the impression of being
perfectly tuned and conditioned.
The gym resounded with the deep thuds of his boxing gloves slamming
into leather. The sound nearly drowned out the sounds of the other men
working out with free weights and exercise machines. They would
occasionally stop and watch him with awe.
Tanya noticed a geeky-looking guy watching, too. He was staring
uneasily, as if he was imagining what would happen to a real body on the
receiving end of those punches. The geek looked out of place in the
gym. His body was skinny except for a little potbelly. He looked like
he'd never been in a gym before.
The muscular boxer saw the skinny guy watching, too. He hit the bag
with a particularly vicious blow. The power of his punch left a deep
dent in the heavy bag.
The geek looked like he was going to piss in his pants. He looked
away and hurriedly went over to an exercise machine.
Tanya chuckled to herself.
Now it was her turn to put on a show.
Stretching like a supple cat, the blonde beauty started warming up.
It was like an erotic ballet. Moving with the grace and confidence of a
superb athlete, she made every movement, from the arch of her back to
the stretching of a leg, slow and sensual and charged with sexual
electricity.
As she worked out, she kept glancing at the handsome boxer. And he
kept looking back at her. He was enjoying the show.
Tanya noticed a woman sneaking jealous glances at her, turning green
with envy. She was a tall brunette with a cute face and a slender body.
Her fashionable exercise outfit looked brand-new. She was fooling
around half-heartedly with some little chrome dumbbells. She obviously
didn't know what she was doing. Tanya disliked her immediately.
When Tanya moved to the free weights, she handled them like old
friends. She lifted with perfect form. And they weren't sissy weights,
either. She was all lithe muscle, taut and toned.
The brunette, not to be outdone, went over to the cables mounted on
the wall and started doing cross cable pulls. She was clumsy as she
struggled with the light weights.
Watching the brunette, Tanya chuckled with contempt. "You call
yourself working out with those itty bitty weights? Let me show you.
Move over."
The thin girl stepped aside reluctantly. The blonde moved the pins
down to add a lot more weight plates. She grasped the handles, bent
forward slightly and did a few repetitions with no strain.
"See how it's done?" she said to the skinny woman. "Nice and slow,
and squeeze those pecs." Her big chest swelled with each repetition.
She looked directly at the handsome muscleman as she exhaled deeply on
rep after rep, her lips puckered in a provocative "O". Her face looked
like she was fucking hot and heavy.
Every guy in the place was getting a hard-on watching her.
When Tanya was finished, she let the weights down gently and languidly
dropped the handles. She stepped away with a sigh of pleasure. "Oooh,
that was good," she breathed. "You want to try, honey?" she asked the
brunette.
The other woman took the handles and strained to lift the plates.
When she finally managed to lift them a little, they slammed down,
jerking her back into the wall.
The blonde threw her head back and laughed out loud. All the guys in
the gym laughed with her. The brunette's face turned bright red with
embarrassment.
The handsome muscleman was laughing too. Tanya looked at him with a
mischievous smile.
Finishing off the bag with a thundering barrage of punches, he stepped
back and pulled the gloves off. Then he shook his huge arms to loosen
them up, making the sinews do a menacing dance.
He looked at Tanya. But suddenly the brunette walked over and stood
in front of him. "Hi, my name's Jane," Tanya heard her say. "What's
yours?"
Tanya was pissed.
2
"My name is Rock," he said.
"My God, what a bod!" Jane exclaimed in a little girl's voice.
She moved closer and stared in wonder at his perfectly proportioned
physique.
"I've never seen so many muscles. Can I feel?" she asked tentatively.
Rock laughed softly. "Be my guest, baby," he replied.
She put a hand on his massive arm. He tensed his biceps slightly,
making it jump in her fingers. She squealed with delight. He flexed
harder and it felt like a bowling ball under her hand. She squeezed it
admiringly.
"Wow! That's amazing! It's so big! And so hard! You must be one of
those bodybuilders, right?"
"I was world champion three years in a row. Then I quit competing- to
give the other guys a chance. I bought a couple of gyms. I've got this
one..."
"You own this place?" she marveled.
"That's right. And I own a boxing gym, too."
"A boxing gym? Wow! Are you a boxer, too?"
"Yeah. Not professionally, just for fun. I've always loved to fight.
I was Golden Gloves champ when I was a kid. I started pumping iron so I
could punch harder. These muscles aren't just for show, babe. They're
built for action."
"Gee! You really hit people with those muscles?"
Rock grinned hugely. "Baby, I don't just hit them. I pound them into
jelly."
"Wow!" she said.
He saw Tanya watching them. "Excuse me," he said. "There's someone I
want to meet."
Jane wasn't ready to let him go. "But I want to talk with you. I
came here hoping to meet a hunk like you. I came with Stanley because
he had two free passes for a workout."
"Stanley? Who's he?"
Jane pointed toward the geek.
Rock's tough face looked amused. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Oh, no! He wants to be my guy. Real bad. But he's just a little
creep. I just came here with him because he got those free passes."
Rock chuckled. He watched Stanley struggling to lift the weight on
the bench-press machine. Stanley couldn't get it up.
Jane giggled. "He's trying to get into shape."
Stanley got off the bench puffing hard. He saw Jane standing with
Rock. His face twisted up with jealousy. He swaggered over to them
like Mister Macho.
"What are you doing, Jane?" he demanded of the girl.
"I'm just talking to this great-looking guy, Stanley. Why don't you
leave us alone?"
"He looks likes a muscle-bound asshole to me," sniffed Stanley.
"I think he's dreamy," replied Jane. "Just go back to your workout."
Rock stepped in front of the skinny guy. Stanley's lower lip started
to tremble. His confidence was fading fast with 220 pounds of dangerous
muscle in his face.
Tanya smiled to herself. This was getting interesting.
3
"You heard the lady," Rock said in a relaxed voice. "She wants a real
man, not a pencil-dicked little weakling like you."
Stanley's voice was shaky. "But she came with me," he stammered. He
grabbed Jane's arm roughly and tried to pull her away. She cried out in
protest.
Rock's hand closed on Stanley's wrist and squeezed. His grip was like
an iron clamp. Stanley squeaked in pain and let go of Jane.
"You're not only ugly, you're stupid, too," Rock told him.
Stanley bristled at that remark. He started to sputter something, but
Rock interrupted him with a hard laugh.
"You're a puny little runt, aren't you?" said Rock. He inspected
Stanley's body, shaking his head with disgust. "Skinny guys like you
make me want to puke."
Rock poked him in the navel with his forefinger, making him wince.
"Your stomach's flabby. You got no chest and you got no arms. You need
to put on some muscle. Like this..."
Rock flexed his right arm, very slowly, about an inch in front of
Stanley's face.
Stanley's eyes opened wider and wider as Rock's arm swelled bigger and
bigger. His face went white and his jaw dropped. Rock's flexed arm was
larger than Stanley's head. His biceps looked like a mountain.
Jane clapped her hands. "Wow! Look at that!" she exclaimed.
Stanley was definitely looking. He was transfixed as his eyes
traveled up from the bulging triceps to the peak of the gigantic biceps.
He was frozen speechless.
Jane giggled. "What's wrong, Stanley? Scared?"
The other guys in the gym had gathered around to watch. They had big
grins on their faces.
Tanya was fascinated.
Rock eased out of his flex. "I'll give you a little demonstration,"
he said to Stanley. "Hit me in the stomach. As hard as you can."
Stanley looked reluctant. He swallowed hard.
"Come on, wimp," Rock dared him. "Show me what you got!"
That pissed off Stanley. He let fly with his hardest punch to Rock's
tightly muscled stomach. It was like hitting a stone wall. Stanley
whimpered with pain and nursed his bruised knuckles.
Rock laughed at him. "You punch like a little girl."
Balling up his big fist, Rock said, "Now it's my turn. I'll show you
how to put some muscle behind it."
Stanley's eyes went wide with panic and he started to blurt out
something. But it was too late.
Rock brought a punch up hard into Stanley's soft belly. His fist sank
in wrist deep. And stayed there.
Stanley's eyes bugged out like a frog. He grunted like he'd been hit
with a cannonball. He sagged forward against Rock's chest. The big
fist was still embedded in his potbelly.
"Your stomach feels like a marshmallow, pal," Rock chided. "You need
to work on those abs."
Stanley groaned in agony. Gripping Rock's forearm with both hands, he
tried to pull the fist out of his stomach. It wouldn't budge. His
hands frantically grabbed Rock's upper arm. When he felt the iron-hard
mass of muscle filling his hands, his mind went into shock. His hands
fell away in despair and his whole body seemed to melt.
Rock kept his fist in Stanley's midsection for a few more seconds,
then pulled it out. The poor guy fell like a soiled shirt thrown to the
floor. He balled up in a fetal position, hugging his middle and sucking
in air.
"How's it feel, buddy?" asked Rock. "You want another demonstration?"
Stanley weakly shook his head, gagging and coughing.
The onlookers laughed and slapped hands. Only an idiot would mess
with Rock.
After the laughter died down, a single voice cut through the gym. It
was Tanya.
"Nice work, big boy," she said.
4
The gym went silent again except for Stanley's long moans. Everybody
was focused on Tanya. Jane was looking at her with hatred in her eyes.
Slowly Tanya walked toward Rock. She made walking across that floor
something to remember. There was something wild and wicked in her walk.
The sway of her hips, the light bounce of her bosom, the proud, erect
way she held herself -- all combined for a tantalizing effect.
Tanya walked past Jane, totally ignoring her.
Up close, she was a real eyeful. Rock looked down at the deep V
between her breasts; they filled the leotard like two volleyballs that
wanted to be played with.
She watched his eyes on her. Playfully, she struck a seductive pose.
"You like?" she asked, her voice like warm honey. "I try to keep in
shape."
"You do one hell of a job, baby," he complemented her.
Her laugh was deep and easy. Her sultry eyes explored his body.
"Speaking of shape," she said admiringly, "look at all those gorgeous
muscles. You're built, baby!" Her voice was like a caress. "And
handsome, too. Where have you been all my life? You're the man of my
dreams."
That was good, thought Rock, because she was the woman of his wet
dreams.
"I'm Tanya," she said. "And you're Rock?"
"Yeah," he grinned.
Her eyes laughed. "That's appropriate." She put a hand on one of his
beefy biceps. "22 inches?" she estimated.
"23 inches," he answered. "And getting bigger every day." His eyes
traveled down her hourglass figure. "What do you measure, baby?" he
asked.
"40 double D-17-34. And it's all real," she said proudly. Her eyes
told him it was all his.
Tanya ran her hand over one of Rock's broad shoulders, then across his
brawny chest and down his wash-board stomach. Her fingers traced the
sharply defined slabs of muscle. She purred with approval.
"You pack one hell of a punch," she said, nodding toward Stanley, who
was still groaning on the floor. "I love a good fight. I'd like to see
you in action sometime."
"I'm going to fight tomorrow night at my boxing gym. You want to come
watch?"
She was intrigued. "That would be exciting to see. I can't wait."
She licked her lips. "Guess what? I like to fight, too. Anytime,
anywhere. I kick ass!"
"I'd like to see you in action," Rock told her.
"Oh, yeah, baby," she said with a sly grin. "Once I get started I
don't want to stop. It really turns me on. I love to fight almost as
much as I love to fuck."
"Me, too," Rock grinned back.
"Maybe you can show me some moves, baby," she said suggestively. "We
could work out together. You know what I mean?"
Her eyes were making promises he knew her body could keep.
Tanya's hand was still on Rock's stomach. "Are you big all over?" she
asked, mischief gleaming in her eyes. And her hand slipped into his
shorts. She gasped with delight. "Oh, yes! You're hung like a
stallion! It's huge!"
The nipples were getting hard under her leotard.
She cooed, "I bet you know how to use it, too. Isn't that right, big
boy? I bet you're good. Real good."
Now Jane was really pissed. "Get your hand off my his balls!" she
snarled. "I was here first!"
5
Tanya regarded Jane with obvious distaste, acting as if she'd never
seen her before. "Who's the beanpole?" she asked Rock.
"My name's Jane, bitch," growled the brunette.
Tanya pouted prettily. She said to Rock, "You didn't tell me I had
competition, lover. But that's OK. I think I stack up against any
competitor." She slid her hands up the curves of her body, from her
rounded hips to her spectacular chest. "Don't you agree?"
Rock gave her a big smile and nodded his head.
Tanya looked Jane up and down with amusement. "You don't measure up,
plain Jane. This big stud needs a real woman, not a scrawny little
thing like you." She obviously enjoyed goading Jane.
Jane was taking the bait. Her face turned red with rage. "Go to
hell!" she shouted.
Tanya gave her a light pat on the cheek. "Mind your manners, skinny,
and you'll live longer," Tanya warned her with cool assurance.
"You think you're hot, don't you?" Jane demanded.
"I'm so hot I sizzle, honey," responded Tanya. "Don't mess with me or
you'll get burned so bad even your own mama won't recognize you."
Jane's face got redder. "You wanna' fight?" she challenged. Her
hands were clenched, her body rigid.
Tanya's mocking laughter cut her like a whip. "Go away, little girl,
or you'll wake up in an emergency room. I'll beat your brains out, then
I'll fuck Rock's brains out." She winked at Rock.
Jane slapped her.
Fire flashed in Tanya's eyes. Then they turned cold and deadly. Her
lips curled into a cruel smile. She said in a slow voice, "I'm gonna'
love kicking your ass, honey."
She back-handed Jane so hard it spun her half around.
The guys in the gym yelled encouragement.
Jane hissed and rushed at Tanya with hands like claws.
Nonchalantly, Tanya stuck out her fist. Jane's face ran into it. She
stopped dead in her tracks.
Tanya stepped in and hit Jane in the ribs -- a hard left, then a
right. Jane's teeth chattered from the impact.
Then the blonde sank a fist deep in Jane's stomach. And kept it
there.
Jane's breath whooshed audibly as it left her lungs. Her eyes opened
as wide as saucers. She slumped against Tanya, her body shuddering.
Tanya twisted her fist around in Jane's belly. "I call this a stomach
massage," Tanya told her. "You like it, honey? It's one of my
favorites."
Jane's face contorted with agony. She fought for breath. Her mouth
flapped open and closed like a fish out of water.
Tanya gave a final twist and pulled out her fist. Jane doubled over
and dropped to her knees. She clutched her stomach with both hands and
drank air in great gulps. She let out a long groan.
"What's wrong, honey?" Tanya jeered. "You got a tummy ache?"
The blonde sauntered around behind Jane. Then she kicked her in the
ass. Jane fell on her face with a muffled cry.
Tanya laughed out loud. "Ready or not, here I come!" she shouted.
She leaped into the air and landed with both knees on Jane's back. Jane
screeched in pain.
Tanya quickly straddled her. She grabbed her under the chin with both
hands and pulled, bending her backwards.
Jane whimpered and tried to break free. Tanya pulled harder. "I
could snap your spine," she said cheerfully. "But then the fun would be
over."
She released Jane's chin. Jane's face smacked into the floor.
Before Jane knew what was happening, Tanya rolled over onto her side
and wrapped her strong legs around Jane's body in a scissors-hold. Then
Tanya started to squeeze. Jane gasped in pain as Tanya's grip slowly
tightened.
"This is great exercise for the legs, honey," Tanya told her. The
muscles in her thighs stood out like pythons as she increased the
crushing pressure.
Jane started to howl as she struggled frantically.
Tanya relaxed the pressure for a few seconds, then squeezed again,
harder than before. Jane banged the ground with her fists.
The blonde kept easing and tightening her grip until tears streamed
from Jane's eyes.
Finally Tanya released the hold and sprang to her feet. She looked
down at Jane's writhing body. "Tsk, tsk. Poor baby," she said with
mock sympathy. "I bet that hurt."
Tanya reached down and grabbed Jane's hair. "Let me help you up," she
said as she yanked Jane to her feet. Jane yelped in protest.
Tanya flung her against the wall. "Now it's time for your boxing
lesson, honey. Put up your dukes. Try and hit me."
In desperation Jane raised her fists. She took an awkward swing at
Tanya's head.
Tanya shifted away easily. "That was pathetic, honey," she sneered.
"Try again."
Jane threw another feeble punch that missed by a mile. Tanya shook her
head in disgust. "Not like that, honey. Like this!" Tanya hit her in
the face with a hard jab. It staggered Jane. Tanya gave her the jab
again. "Get the idea? Now let's work on your skinny little body, OK?"
The big-breasted blonde tore into Jane's body with enthusiasm. She
was good with her fists and liked to use them. With every punch to the
ribs, sides, and midsection she yelled "Yeah!"
The brunette whimpered in pain as the barrage of vicious blows racked
her torso.
Tanya proceeded to bounce Jane's head against the wall with some fast
jabs. "I hope you know a good plastic surgeon, honey," Tanya said as
she hit her. "Because I'm gonna' rearrange your face."
Left and right hooks knocked Jane's head from side to side. Short
uppercuts bobbed her head up and down like a balloon on a string. A
right cross crushed her nose. Another right knocked out her teeth.
Glassy-eyed, Jane started to slide down the wall. Tanya stopped her
with a punch to the midsection. Jane folded forward with a sobbing
moan.
Tanya grasped Jane's head with both hands. "Here's something special
to remember me by, honey," she purred. Then she snapped a knee up into
Jane's face. Hard. It connected with a crunching sound.
Jane let out a horrified wail. She clasped her hands over her face.
Blood spilled through her fingers. She crumpled to the ground.
Tanya stood over her victim with a satisfied smile. She polished the
knuckles of her right hand with her left hand. "Thanks for the workout,
honey. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
Jane didn't answer. She had passed out.
The guys in the gym were cheering and laughing.
Tanya flashed them a big smile and threw kisses. Her eyes were lit up
with triumph.
Stepping over Jane's body, she went over to Rock. She slipped her
arms around his massive neck and pressed her body against him. Her big
breasts mashed against his chest.
She murmured, "How'd I do, big boy? Not bad, eh?"
"You've got potential," he kidded her.
"Do I get a prize?" she asked suggestively. She gave him a long,
lingering kiss. When their lips parted she whispered, "I get hot after
a fight. And I promised to fuck your brains out. I always keep my
promises. So let's go."
They did. And she did.
6
Rock and Tanya got into Rock's red Jaguar and drove to his house in
Malibu. It was a beautiful place on the beach with a spectacular view
of the ocean.
Tanya didn't waste any time once they got into the house. She closed
the door and ran into Rock's embrace. His arms felt like iron around
her.
The first kiss started slowly. Holding her head in his hands he
kissed her gently on the lips. Then on the cheeks, the ears, and the
neck. Then back to her lips. Gradually he increased the passion of his
kisses.
Her hands tightened around his thick neck. Urgency parted her lips
and they came hot and alive. He explored her gums and teeth with his
tongue, then the inside of her mouth. Her tongue searched for his
greedily.
"I want you now," she breathed.
"Relax, baby," he told her. "Let's take our time. We've got all the
time in the world. Let's take a shower first."
Rock lifted her like a feather and carried her into the huge bathroom.
They could hear the waves pounding as he turned on the shower.
Tanya tore off Rock's clothes. When he stood naked she stepped back
and admired him with hot eyes.
"Now it's my turn," she whispered. She smiled at Rock as she put a
hand on the zipper of her dress.
You could almost hear a drum roll. Very slowly she unzipped the dress
and lowered it from her shoulders.
Her breasts sprang free like they were glad to be liberated. The
nipples were soft and delicious looking, like something ready to eat.
Inch by inch she revealed her magnificent body until the dress was
lying at her feet.
Rock's eyes feasted on her. The sight was breath-taking. Her naked
body was a masterpiece.
Tanya let him look at her like that as long as it pleased him. Her
smile got wider when she looked down at his enormous erection. She
licked her lips. A tremor of excitement made the muscles under her taut
stomach undulate.
"I never dreamed a guy could be so big!" she exclaimed lustily.
Rock assured her, "I guarantee you're gonna' like it, baby. Most
women are afraid at first. But don't worry. I'll go slowly until you
get used to it. It'll be the best fuck of your life."
Under the warm spray of the shower, Tanya lathered Rock's body
lovingly all over. Her soapy hands caressed every muscle. When she
took hold of his phallus it filled both her hands. It took her breath
away. She ached with anticipation as she washed the long, thick shaft.
Then Rock washed her with a soft sponge. His expert hands slowly
worked over her entire body. She moaned with desire.
They dried each other slowly with large soft towels. Then they stood
and threw the towels on the floor. For a few moments they looked into
each other's eyes.
Rock kissed her full red lips with relish. He ran his fingers through
her thick soft hair. His hands explored her body hungrily. Her heavy
breasts filled his hands, the nipples hard under his fingers.
He moved his mouth down over her neck and shoulders, then worked his
tongue over the curves of her bosom until finally he took a nipple in
his mouth. She moaned with delight as he sucked and licked the tips of
her swelling breasts. At the same time he fondled and caressed the
splendid contours of her hips and ass.
Her hands were all over his muscular body. She sighed with lust.
Finally Tanya backed away, pushing her hands against his chest, her
breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. She tossed her
long hair over her shoulder and dropped her heavy-lidded eyes. "I want
to taste you," she murmured.
Her mouth moved down over his brawny body, kissing and licking his
rock-hard pecs and ridged stomach, tracing the muscles with her tongue.
Tanya got down on her knees and held his tremendous hard-on in both
hands.
She placed her warm soft lips around the head of his thick cock. It
barely fit in her mouth. She nibbled on it, savoring it like a
delicious steak. Her tongue ran down the length of his long shaft and
licked his balls. Incredibly, his erection got even bigger.
With her flicking tongue and suctioning lips and probing fingers, she
expertly worked on his cock and balls for what seemed like eternity.
She taught him tricks he'd never seen before.
Tanya opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much as she could of his
cock deep into her throat. Her head moved back and forth as she sucked
ravenously on his organ.
At the point they were both ready to explode, Rock lifted her up off
her knees. Carrying her into the bedroom, he laid her gently on the
bed.
They kissed deeply for a long time. Then he turned her over on her
stomach. Skillfully he caressed and licked and kissed her body, down her
back, her ass, the back of her knees, and down to her feet.
Rock talked to her as he gave her pleasure, telling her how beautiful
and soft she was. He was enjoying it as much as she was.
He lifted one leg at a time and caressed her calves as he sucked her
toes.
Then he turned her over and moved up her entire body, back up to her
lips. After more passionate kisses he moved down and kissed around her
breasts, gradually progressing to her hard and erect nipples. Gently
licking and sucking and biting and kneading, he brought her to the edge
of orgasm.
His hand worked its way down to her inner thighs, then up to the area
between her anus and pussy, and finally up to the lips of her vagina.
She was dripping wet.
Slowly his fingers probed her pussy and stroked her clit. Her passion
became uncontrollable. She came again and again. She grabbed his rigid
dick urgently. Her body was consumed with a furious craving.
She gasped with pleasure as he eased the tip of his huge organ into
her. Then he pulled it out and kissed her neck, her breasts and her
stomach. Making her wait.
"Give it to me! I want your big cock!" she cried.
"Don't worry, baby," he told her. "You're going to get it real soon.
You're gonna' get it long and hard. And you're gonna' love it."
He took her slowly. Holding her head in his hands, he kissed her,
then looked into her eyes as he began his penetration. Slowly and
deliberately he started his thrusts, gradually giving her another inch,
then another.
She quivered with excitement. Her hands clawed his back. He rocked
rhythmically in and out. She clutched his ass and pulled him deeper
into her. He stroked deeper and deeper until all 13 inches were buried
inside her.
A shiver of ecstasy went from her head to her toes.
He gave her a long, lingering kiss.
Then Rock started doing push-ups, slowly. His shaft slid up and down
inside her. He could do a lot of push-ups. After 100, she was
thrashing under him like a woman possessed. After 200, she was bucking
like a wild animal. Sweat poured down her face.
Rock stopped the push-ups. She begged him not to stop.
Pulling out of her, he held his cock in his hand and used the head to
rub her clitoris with a gentle, circular motion. He put it back inside
her for a few seconds, lubricating the head in her moisture. Then he
slid it back up to her clit, massaging her swollen mound again. He went
back and forth like that a few times. She was going wild.
Finally he slid back inside her all the way. He slowly rotated his
hips, grinding into her. Her body writhed against his as her excitement
increased.
After a while he turned her over. He rubbed her ass with the head of
his cock. Holding his cock in his hand, he entered her and churned it
around inside her vagina. Then he slid the whole length into her. Her
soft ass caressed his balls. He held her hips with both hands as he
started to thrust. She ground her ass against his crotch, slowly at
first, then with mounting passion.
Next he lay on his back and moved her on top of him facing his legs.
She rocked on him like she was riding a wild bronco.
Then Tanya spun around so that she was facing him. Arching her back,
she reached behind her and played with his swollen balls.
Then she bent forward. Her breasts hung down and brushed over his
face. He took them in his hands and licked and sucked her hard nipples.
Without moving her hips, she squeezed her love muscles around his
throbbing member. She looked down at him with a knowing smile. "Just
relax for a while, lover. Let me show you what I can do." Her vagina
demonstrated mind-blowing muscle control. It felt like she was milking
a cow. Rock had never experienced any pleasure like it before.
Slowly, rhythmically, she started to rotate her hips. Then she rose
up and down on his cock as she continued to move her hips.
Rock started pumping, slow and steady. Tanya let out moans of
pleasure as her entire body began shaking with convulsions. Gradually
their movements became more fierce until they were slamming full force
into each other. Their bodies were wet with sweat. She screamed in
ecstasy as she had a powerful orgasm, then another and another.
Rock climaxed with an urgency he had never before experienced. He
let out an animal roar as he lost himself in a tidal wave of orgasm. It
lasted for what seemed like forever until they collapsed into each
other's arms, completely fulfilled.
She smiled contentedly. "I never imagined it could be so good," she
breathed.
Rock lay beside her and held her in his arms. He kissed her. Her
body melted against him, thigh to thigh, stomach against stomach.
While returning his kisses, she lightly massaged his cock. It
stiffened again.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed happily.
7
They spent that day and the next together. Making love and working
out in the private gym Rock had built in his house.
When he asked Tanya where she learned to fight, she told him that she
grew up in a rough neighborhood. Being a tomboy, she was always getting
into fights with her brothers. She was a natural athlete and quickly
learned how to defend herself.
Even as a little girl she had been intensely competitive in everything
she did. She loved to win, especially in sports. She was the only girl
that the boys would pick to be on their teams.
The other girls made fun of her because she was a tomboy. And the
boys ignored her. Or at least they didn't treat her like a girl.
Things changed when her figure started to mature. One day she wore a
tight sweater to school and disrupted the classroom. All the boys went
wild over her. Suddenly they wanted to play a different kind of game
with her.
Tanya loved the attention. And she relished the competition with
other girls to win the affections of boys. It was sweet revenge
stealing boyfriends from the girls who used to ridicule her.
She had to fight a lot of jealous girls. Her fighting skills came in
handy. The more she fought, the better she got at it. She started to
really enjoy kicking butt.
In high school, she joined the gymnastics and swimming teams to build
up her body. She won several state championships.
As her body got stronger she kicked ass even harder when she got into
a fight.
After graduation her obvious charms got her plenty of jobs as a model
for photographers. Tanya was too voluptuous to be a fashion model, but
she was in demand to do advertising shots for everything from lingerie
to fitness equipment.
Tanya never lost her taste for fighting. Just for fun she worked
part-time as a mud wrestler and "foxy boxer". But they fired her. They
said she was too rough. She beat up on the other girls so bad they were
afraid to fight her.
"It was a rush while it lasted," said Tanya. "I got to fight, even
though it was bullshit fighting. You couldn't hurt anybody with those
huge boxing gloves they made us wear. When I hit somebody I want them
to feel it all the way down to their toenails. But it was still fun. I
was the champion. And there were all those guys watching and cheering
for me!"
That gave Rock an idea.
In the gym he laced a pair of boxing gloves on Tanya.
Pointing to a heavy bag, he said, "Let's see what you can do."
Her face lit up. "Sure!" she said excitedly.
Tanya went right to the heavy bag and attacked it with savage fury.
Rock could see that she had lots of natural talent. Her technique was
raw and unsophisticated, but she was fast and strong. She pummeled the
bag with uninhibited joy.
After a while she skipped over to him, still throwing punches into the
air. Her face was luminous. "How am I doing?" she chirped.
Rock asked, "Would you be interested in professional female boxing?"
She exclaimed, "You mean would I like to get in a ring and pound some
poor girl silly? And get paid for it? Are you kidding? I'd absolutely
love it!"
"I'll be your trainer and manager," Rock promised. "I'm going to turn
you into the best woman fighter in the world."
"Yeah! I can't wait!" shouted Tanya. She skipped back to the heavy
bag and resumed beating the hell out of it.
Rock said, "You can watch me tonight and get some pointers."
8
Every Friday night Rock offered a prize of $5000 to any challenger who
could defeat him in the ring. Plenty of fools took the bait, hungry for
the money.
Each bout lasted until one of the fighters couldn't get up. No
rounds, no referee.
Rock's boxing gym was always full for the fights. And it wasn't just
men. Rock had a small army of adoring female fans. Beautiful women
always flocked around the handsome, muscular fighter, and there were a
lot of them in the crowd.
Rock put on a good show for his customers. He won all the fights by
knockouts. But first he gave a spectacular display of muscle power.
His challengers had to sign a release form relieving Rock of liability
for any injuries he might inflict on them. They also had to have good
medical insurance. They'd need it.
Rock hired paramedics and an ambulance for each fight. He kept them
busy. After each fight they hauled away his battered opponent on a
stretcher.
Rock climbed into the ring wearing a black robe. He raised his arms
to acknowledge the shouts from the audience.
Then he let the robe slide off his shoulders onto the canvas. The
crowd gasped in unison as the light picked up his rippling slab-like
muscles. Even for those who had seen him before, the sight of his
perfect physique was always awe-inspiring.
Tanya was sitting ringside. Rock looked down at her and gave a wink.
She smiled back with excitement in her eyes.
Tonight's first challenger was already in the ring. His name was
Zeke. When he removed his robe there was laughter from the audience.
He was a thin guy with stringy muscles. The $5000 prize-money must have
sounded good to him. Maybe he thought he could win with a lucky punch.
Rock flexed his pecs a few times, making them jump one after the
other. The women in the audience went nuts. The men were yelling too.
Then Rock flexed both arms. His biceps swelled to the size of
cannonballs. The audience erupted in cheers. They'd seen Rock in
action and knew what he could do with those muscles. They clamored for
him to destroy his skinny opponent.
Zeke was looking at Rock nervously. Still flexing, Rock turned toward
him and smiled. It was the smile of a panther eager to rip his prey to
pieces.
Zeke let out an involuntary groan.
Rock lowered his arms and threw a few wicked punches in Zeke's
direction. Zeke flinched as if he felt the blows. Rock's grin got
wider.
Zeke should have crawled out of the ring and ran away fast. But he
didn't. It was the biggest mistake of his life.
The bell rang to start the fight. Rock moved to the center of the
ring and waited for his opponent. He bounced lightly on his toes,
grinning.
Zeke came out cautiously. They circled. Zeke threw a punch. Rock
brushed it away with contempt and flicked a jab into Zeke's face. The
punch looked effortless, but it had enough power to knock Zeke back a
few steps.
The spectators applauded and shouted. "Go get him, Rock! Give it to
him!"
Again and again the skinny guy tried to hit Rock. Each time Rock
knocked away Zeke's glove and responded with a sharp jab, snapping his
head back. The poor guy tried to protect himself, but Rock punched
through his weak defenses with ease.
Desperate, Zeke ventured in and threw a punch to Rock's stomach. Rock
let Zeke's glove bounce harmlessly off his steel-hard abdomen. Zeke
look confused. He tried a few more punches to the midsection. Rock
didn't even bother to block them. He just laughed.
Zeke realized he was in deep trouble. He started to back away, but it
was too late.
Rock stalked him with disdain, feinting and hitting him at will.
Keeping the punches light and fast. Working out on the guy. Having
fun.
"These are just love pats," Rock taunted. "Wait 'til I hit you hard."
Rock continued to box Zeke's head around. Using him for a human
punching bag. Punishing him for getting into the ring. Putting on a
show for the audience.
The rowdy crowd was loving it, laughing and bellowing encouragement.
"Yeah! Hit him again! Harder!"
Zeke's face was swollen and bloody. He was weaving like a drunk.
Rock sneered at him, "Now I'm gonna' bring out the big guns. How's
this feel?"
Rock drove a left into Zeke's belly and bent him over. Then he
straightened him up with a right uppercut.
There were "Oohs" and "Aahs" from the spectators.
Zeke staggered backwards. His eyes were wide with panic.
Rock belted him in the face with a tremendous right. The skinny guy
flew back across the ring and bounced off the ropes. On the rebound
Rock caught him in the stomach with a right that lifted him off his
feet. He held him like that for a while, Zeke's feet dangling and
twitching. Then he lowered him, jerked out his glove and whipped it up
into Zeke's chin. It connected with a loud crack.
Zeke staggered back into the corner.
Rock closed in on his victim.
Zeke cowered in the corner, paralyzed with fear. His swollen eyes
pleaded for mercy. He raised his gloves to protect his face.
Rock laughed. He sank a right deep in Zeke's belly, pinning him to
the post. Zeke let out a shuddering sob as he collapsed against Rock's
chest.
Rock pounded his opponent's thin body with powerful punches. The
muscles in his wedge-shaped back bunched and rippled as his big arms
pumped like pistons.
The gym was filled with the sounds of Zeke's groans and the thuds of
leather slamming into skin and bone.
Each blow shook Zeke's body from head to toe. His ribs cracked like
chicken bones.
Finally Rock stopped hitting him. Tears were flowing down Zeke's
swollen cheeks.
"Poor little cry-baby," Rock mocked him. "Does it hurt?"
Zeke blubbered, "Please don't hit me anymore. Please... don't..."
Rock turned around and looked at the crowd. "He doesn't want me to
hit him anymore," he called out. "What do you think?"
The men in the crowd were yelling for blood. The women were squealing
with excitement. Rock shrugged his meaty shoulders. Smiling, he kissed
both of his biceps. The yells and squeals got louder.
Suddenly Rock spun around and hit Zeke with a brutal left hook. He
continued pounding him with hooks, rights and lefts, jerking Zeke's head
from side to side. When he stopped hitting him, Zeke's head kept
jerking.
An uppercut knocked the skinny guy into the air and nearly out of the
ring.
Laying his left glove on Zeke's chest, Rock pressed him against the
post. Zeke's head drooped down. He was barely conscious.
Rock put his right glove under Zeke's chin and lifted his head. "Hey,
buddy! Look at me!" he commanded.
Zeke peered at him with woozy eyes.
"I'm gonna' put you out of your misery," Rock told him. "With this...
" He raised his right arm and flexed his biceps right in front of
Zeke's face.
Fright widened Zeke's eyes as he gawked at the massive mound of
muscle. Sad puppy noises rose from his throat. His face looked like he
was staring straight into Hell.
Rock held him propped against the post and cocked back his fist to
administer the finishing blow.
Zeke started to babble incoherently.
The crowd was going crazy.
Rock let loose with a mighty right cross. It nearly tore off Zeke's
head.
Zeke was out on his feet. His face looked as if it had been caved in
with a battering ram. Slowly he crumbled forward, his face hitting the
canvas. His unconscious body quivered awhile before it stopped moving
completely.
The crowd broke out in whoops and hollers. Rock waved to his fans and
returned to his corner.
Tanya was bouncing up and down in her seat, cheering for Rock. She
blew him a big kiss.
A couple of medics climbed into the ring. Zeke didn't respond to
their attempts to revive him. They put him onto a stretcher and carried
his limp body out of the ring.
Rolling his head on his thick neck, Rock waited for the next
challenger.
9
Walking toward the ring was a guy that looked like an ugly gorilla.
He was almost seven feet tall. He was bigger and wider than Rock, but
he wasn't packed with muscle like Rock was.
His name was Goliath. He was fairly new in town but already had a bad
reputation as a mean son-of-a-bitch. He had declared himself the
toughest man in the city and had broken a lot of bones to prove it.
One of Rock's fans jumped in front of him and blocked his way, jeering
him. Goliath hauled off and knocked him flat with one punch. The crowd
booed angrily.
Goliath laughed as he climbed into the ring. He pointed at Rock.
"You're next!" he yelled. "I'm gonna' mess you up, pretty boy!"
Rock didn't look worried.
The bell clanged.
The giant came out like a locomotive, his right hand cocked. He swung
at Rock's head.
Quick as a cat on his feet, Rock stepped aside. Goliath went past him
into the ropes.
When Goliath turned around, Rock was right there, firing a machine-gun
burst of jabs into the big man's face.
The crowd let out a loud cheer.
Rock bounced lightly on his toes, sliding from side to side.
Bellowing in fury, Goliath charged like a bull. He threw a big right
hand, but Rock was gone. Goliath looked bewildered.
Rock hit him with a short right cross that was very sudden. Goliath
shook it off, but you could see that it hurt him.
Rock waited, bobbing and weaving.
The giant heaved a bunch of punches. All of them missed. He was
getting more and more angry.
Rock hit him with snapping jabs that swelled his left eye. He sent the
giant's spittle flying with a sneaky right. Then he threw a
combination: left hook to body, up to the jaw, right hand to the face,
the hook again.
The crowd was going mad with delight.
Goliath threw a wild overhead right. Rock slid in under it and got in
a hard left-right to the ribs before Goliath was able to back off.
There was a meaty thuck-thuck of sound as his fists landed like
sledgehammers.
Goliath grunted explosively. He had never been hit so hard. The cocky
grin was gone from his face.
"You're not laughing now, are you?" Rock taunted.
Goliath was visibly weakened. He was pawing and pushing more than
punching.
A looping left hook knocked out Goliath's mouthpiece. A savage right
cross bashed into his mouth. He spit out bloody teeth.
His eyes glazed, Goliath groped his way into a clinch. Rock kept his
right hand free and brought it up into Goliath's chin several times.
Goliath got in a punch to Rock's ribbed stomach, but it didn't faze him.
He tried to hit Rock below the belt. Rock avoided his glove and shoved
him off.
Rock ripped into Goliath's body with three tremendous shots that
seemed hard enough to snap the spine. Goliath's head dipped down.
Rock's fist drove upward into his face, knocking him erect.
The big man staggered, taking a step back to steady himself. Blood
poured down his face from the flattened nose and dripped onto his chest.
He looked at Rock in disbelief.
To remove all doubt, Rock bashed him in the nose again with a straight
right. A powerful left hook, then a right, knocked his head from side
to side. Suddenly Goliath's eyes got scary. His broken jaw was hanging
from the hinges.
The crowd came to its feet, shrieking and screaming for their muscular
hero.
Rock stormed in, shaking his opponent with enormous reverberating
blows. Goliath stood wavering on rubber legs as Rock's punches blasted
his head and body.
Rock paused and sneered at his battered opponent. "Party's over,
pal. It's time to put out your lights." He wound up and smashed a
ferocious right into Goliath's face.
The giant took two short, faltering steps, then toppled straight
backwards, landing with a thump that seemed to shake the ring. His head
bounced on the canvas. His legs shuddered.
Rock raised his arms in triumph.
Goliath was out stone cold.
A jubilant roar went up from the crowd.
Squealing young women quickly surrounded Rock as he climbed out of the
ring. They competed for his attention shamelessly. Females had always
swarmed around him like bees around honey.
But this time was different. Tanya was there.
10
The others girls were disappointed when Rock told them he was with
Tanya. They couldn't understand why Tanya wouldn't share. They knew
Rock always took several groupies home with him after a fight. His
sexual prowess was legendary.
When some of them were too persistent, Tanya was only too glad to
knock some sense into them. She invited them outside.
Once outside the gym, a huge female named Sally stepped up to Tanya
and challenged her.
A crowd gathered to watch the fight. Tanya stood in front of the
hulking woman with her arms spread out. "Come and get me, bitch!"
Sally charged at Tanya. Tanya stepped aside and stuck out her foot.
The big woman tripped and fell on her face.
The onlookers laughed.
The hulk jumped to her feet and came at Tanya again. Tanya caught her
arm and swung her head-first into a wall. Sally's skull hit the hard
brick with a loud crack.
Still holding her arm, Tanya pivoted and threw Sally over her
shoulder. Sally landed on the ground with a crash.
Dazed and bewildered, the bulky woman got to her feet again. Tanya
immediately whopped her on the side of the head with a beautiful spin
kick. Sally went on her ass. By the time she was half way up, Tanya's
fist was kissing her left eye. Then Tanya hit her chin with a slashing
elbow.
Sally went down once more. This time she had a hard time getting up.
When she did Tanya was on her like a wildcat, hitting her in the stomach
about ten times in a couple of seconds. The woman leaned forward and
Tanya smashed her face with a head butt. Then Tanya got her in a
headlock and proceeded to punch her in the face again and again until
she was a bloody mess.
With her arm still around Sally's neck, Tanya turned, dropped to one
knee, and flipped the big woman over her shoulder. Sally's body hit the
ground with a fruity thud.
Tanya quickly got her in a torturous wrestling hold, twisting her body
around like a pretzel. Sally struggled helplessly. Tanya increased the
pressure until her opponent's bones cracked and popped. Sally screamed
in pain.
Tanya released her. Sally could barely move. Tanya brought her
clasped hands down onto Sally's face like a sledgehammer.
Sally's body jerked and went still.
Tanya wiped her bloody hands on her victim's blouse and stood up. She
was smiling from ear to ear.
Looking at the other women she asked, "Who's next?"
They turned tail and ran away in terror.
When Rock and Tanya got home she fucked even more passionately than
before.
11
Tanya and Rock spent all their time together. Rock was fascinated
with her like he had been with no other woman.
Everywhere they went Tanya turned heads with her outrageous beauty.
It was fun watching how people reacted. A hush fell over any room she
entered. All eyes were on her. She caused traffic accidents just
walking down the street.
Tanya was the only woman Rock had ever met who could match his sexual
stamina. She was strong enough that he could let go and fuck with all
his strength without fear of hurting her. She was by far the most
inventive and imaginative lover he'd ever known. Her gymnastics
training gave her great flexibility and she was could do incredible
contortions with her body.
They totally satisfied each other's voracious sexual appetites. Their
lovemaking got so wild that Rock had to soundproof his bedroom because
the neighbors were complaining about the noise.
Tanya was totally uninhibited and insatiable. And she couldn't get
enough of Rock's superb body and cock. Sometimes during their workouts
she'd lose control. She'd kneel in front of him, pull down his shorts
and start sucking him off while he was still lifting weights.
After her first boxing lesson Tanya was hooked. "I want to be the
best!" she told Rock. "Teach me everything!"
She immediately went into serious training. She was an eager student
and a fast learner. And she liked to hit.
Rock taught her how to avoid punches, so that nobody would mess up
that pretty face. She learned how to put her whole body behind a punch
and how to give her punches the snap and power of karate punches. He
showed her feints and combinations and ring strategy.
Tanya asked him to teach her where to hit to inflict maximum damage.
She wanted to destroy her opponents, not just knock them out. She was a
girl after his own heart.
Rock had never seen such determination and endurance. She worked on
the heavy bag and the speed bag for hours. She religiously followed the
special weight-training program that Rock developed for her. Her
muscles responded quickly to the intense split-routine of supersets.
They worked out together, pushing each other to the edge, reaching for
those last few reps until their muscles screamed with acid.
Every day she did hundreds of ab crunches and leg-raises. Rock
pounded a medicine ball into her belly until her midsection was punch-
proof.
They ran long miles together on the beach. Sunbathers gawked at them
as they ran, her large breasts bobbing and his muscles rippling.
She jumped rope and swam endless laps.
And still had enough energy to fuck like a rabbit.
Her body was becoming a lean, mean fighting machine.
Tanya was overjoyed when Rock made arrangements for her first bout.
Rock hired some female sparring partners for Tanya. The poor girls
got a lot more than they bargained for. Tanya was ferocious in the
ring. With her upper body strength, her punches sounded like an ax
chopping into a wet log. She was an artist in the ring, inventing
wicked combinations. She used her partners as guinea pigs, taking her
time to observe the effects of her punches.
Tanya got a real charge out of sparring. She couldn't get enough of
it. "It feels good to beat up on somebody," she gushed. "The brutality
is a rush!"
She put all of her sparring partners into the hospital.
She was ready.
But she needed something really big to get the public's attention.
Rock got an idea for a sensational publicity stunt. He invited the
press to watch Tanya spar -- with a man.
12
On the day of the sparring match the gym was filled with newspaper and
television reporters. There was a circus atmosphere about the whole
thing.
Tanya's opponent was named "Butch". He thought this would be a piece
of cake, even though Rock had warned him that Tanya was dangerous. He
refused the mouthpiece Rock offered him. He joked around with his
buddies in the audience until the bell rang.
Butch met Tanya in the center of the ring and tapped gloves with her.
He snorted derisively. His leering eyes were glued to her fabulous
figure.
"Nice tits, baby," he snickered.
"Glad you like them," said Tanya. "How do you like this?" Her right
hand flashed out and landed flush on the point of his chin. It came too
fast to block. Butch retreated in confusion.
The spectators were shocked into silence.
Tanya pursued Butch and used the jab deftly, keeping it in his face
and forcing him backwards.
Butch threw a sloppy right, but it was high over Tanya's shoulder.
She landed a clean, straight left alongside his nose. A smashing right
hand to the heart knocked the starch out of him.
He tried an uppercut. Tanya blocked it and countered with a shot to
the gut. Butch gasped and tried to slither away. Tanya wouldn't let
him. In a blur of speed, Tanya ripped a right hook to his body and
brought it up to the head and sent him backpedaling.
Tanya followed with confidence. She caught Butch with a thought-
shattering hook to the jaw. He backed away as she chased him, showering
him with hard jabs and harder hooks. He tried to answer her blows, but
only succeeded in getting hit some more.
The crowd in the gym was jeering and laughing at him.
Tanya was handling him like a baby. He tried to play for time in a
clinch, but Tanya punched him four fast times in the body. Butch winced
in agony and sank to one knee. When he got up Tanya tagged him with a
sizzling left hook. He staggered back and sat abruptly on the ground.
Butch looked up blearily at Tanya. His mouth and nose were bleeding,
and most of his teeth were gone.
The sexy blonde moved in lazy circles, making faces, defying him to
get up.
He slowly got to his feet. Tanya was on him immediately, hitting him
three times in a fraction of a second -- once in the face and twice in
the solar plexus. Perspiration sprayed as he took a hard left to the
head. A roundhouse right crashed into his face, splattering blood
everywhere.
Butch fell over on his back. He lay there, his bells still ringing,
trying to get his eyes to focus. Tanya waited. She spoke to him
pleasantly. "You gonna' let a girl beat you? Get up, sissy. I'm not
done with you yet."
He still did't get up. Tanya taunted him mercilessly, "Come on! I'm
gonna give you some more of this." She waved her glove in front of his
face. Fear flickered in his eyes.
Tanya laughed at him. "What's wrong, little boy? Scared? Afraid of
a girl? Get up, little chicken boy!"
Pushing himself up slowly, Butch got his knees under him. Then his
feet. Then he stood. He could hardly lift his hands. His woozy eyes
were almost swollen shut.
"Can't take it, eh?" Tanya mocked him. "I'm gonna' finish you off now.
You won't be getting up this time."
The blonde proceeded to hit Butch with every punch in the book. The
poor guy took a nonstop barrage of blows to the skull. It was truly a
skillful display.
Tanya polished him off with a beautiful right cross.
Butch fell like a bag of wet laundry. He went down hard, his head
bobbing on the sweaty canvas, his arms splayed and his feet in the air.
He was out for the 10-count and many more.
At first the audience was too amazed to make a sound. Then they broke
out in a rousing cheer.
This girl was dynamite! They had a great story.
13
When Tanya and Rock got back to her dressing room, Tanya locked the
door. She immediately removed her boxing gloves and started to strip
off her clothes. She pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it
into the corner. She pushed the shorts down her legs and kicked them
off.
She unclasped her hair. It came cascading down over her shoulders.
"I want to celebrate right here!" she cried with a mischievous grin.
With a little laugh, Tanya crossed the small space between them and
rubbed her bare breasts against his chest. Rock crushed her to him.
She closed her eyes and drank in his fierce, hot kisses with all the
abandon of passionate thirst. Rock cupped her big breasts in his hands.
His tongue moved down, licking her nipples, then moving lower over her
stomach. He knelt down and licked her inner thigh. Placing his hand
under her panties, he slipped them down her legs. Then he moved up
again, licking her navel. His hands kneaded her breasts. He bit the
nipples gently. She cried out with pleasure. Then he moved up to her
lips and kissed her.
Tanya's nude body pressed hard against Rock. Circling his neck with
her arms, she kissed him with wild abandon. Eagerly she unbuckled his
belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down over his hips.
His huge cock sprang free, ready for action.
She reached between his legs and grabbed him.
"I want you now," she said in a husky voice, her breath coming fast
now.
Rock's hands encircled her narrow waist, then moved down and cupped
her luscious buns. He lifted her easily and her legs flashed up and
wrapped about his middle.
Slowly he lowered her onto his huge member, inch by inch. She gyrated
wildly and pleaded for all of it. When she had it all, she cried with
joy. She ground her hips against him with lustful desire. Her whole
body shivered violently with pleasure. Her legs linked tightly about
him, she thrust her arms above her head as she leaned completely away
from him, her body twisting from the waist up, head back and her long
blonde hair brushing the floor.
With his cock still inside her, Rock lowered her gently onto the
training table. He pulled out of her and placed a pillow under her
ass. Then Tanya guided his steel-hard shaft back into her moistness.
She leaned back on her elbows. Wiggling her hips lasciviously, she
inched her way down his long, swollen dick until its entire length was
stuffed deep inside her. She let out a moaning cry.
Standing next to the table, Rock placed her legs over his big
shoulders. Her body was fluid and demanding. Rock stroked her slowly
at first, varying the depth and force of his strokes. Rocking and
rolling his pelvis. Then continuing with increasingly powerful thrusts
until he was fucking her like a pile driver. Her breath came in panting
gasps. They heaved with uncontrolled passion. She wept in pleasure as
spasm after spasm shook her body. Her back arched and her body
stiffened suddenly. Rock exploded inside her with long, hot spurts.
They came together in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her orgasms kept
pulsating in waves and she thought she was going to pass out from sheer
pleasure.
She had one last shuddering orgasm, then lay exhausted.
14
For her first professional match Tanya's opponent was a tough redhead
named "Red". She had won most of her fights. She was big and beefy,
but she had let herself get out of shape.
"I'm gonna' knock a few pounds off that flabby body," Tanya promised
Rock as they entered the arena.
In the ring Red was waiting for Tanya, throwing punches at an
invisible opponent.
There was a commotion in the crowd when the blonde beauty stepped into
the ring. She was dressed in a white floor-length robe. She spun in a
circle while removing the robe, revealing a pair of skin-tight white
shorts and a white midriff tank top that barely restrained her heavy
breasts.
The crowd whistled and yelled lustily. They had never seen such a
gorgeous babe in a boxing ring.
But could she fight?
Red glowered at Tanya. She was going to teach this rookie a lesson.
Tanya shadowboxed in her corner, moving with a lot of confidence.
The two fighters met in the middle of the ring and faced each other as
they received instructions from the referee. Then they tapped gloves and
went back to their corners.
The bell rang and the arena went black, leaving only the ring bathed
in the stark light of the overhead lights.
Tanya shot out of her corner and danced to the center of the ring.
Red came out smokin'. She heaved two big right hands. Tanya took them
on the gloves. Cool and easy.
The redhead threw another punch at Tanya's head. Tanya deflected it
and popped Red in the face with a jab.
Red looked surprised. Tanya laughed, skipping from side to side
gracefully.
Fuming, the redhead lunged with wide swinging punches that hit only
air. Tanya zipped and darted, stinging her with jabs.
The crowd came alive, hooting and crying its approval.
The jabs kept landing. And Tanya kept moving. She stepped easily
away from Red's wild hooks, dancing and making her opponent feel
foolish. All the time she was taunting, "Come on, fatso. Come and get
it."
The redhead stepped forward. Tanya clipped her on the jaw with a
short left hook, then lifted her chin with a right uppercut. Red
staggered back, woozy.
The blonde snaked in and dug both fists into Red's soft belly. The
air came out of Red's lungs with a wheezing sound. Tanya laughed
harshly and dodged around Red, sneaking another punch into her wide
middle.
Red let out a bleat of torment.
The crowd ate it up.
Red wasn't smokin' now. She was fizzling fast. She swung a slow,
heavy right hand at Tanya. Tanya ducked under it, knocked the wind out
of her with two sharp blows to the ribcage, then went deep to the belly
with three terrific shots.
Almost doubled over with pain, the redhead clinched. Tanya kept her
right hand free and pounded her opponent in the belly again and again.
"How's that feel?" she asked contemptuously. Red's eyes watered as she
clawed for breath.
The referee pried them apart and Tanya came back fast, digging into
the body again with hard punches.
Red jackknifed, grunting sickly, and slowly went down to both knees.
She held her midsection in agony and gulped in air.
A smile of pure malice on her face, Tanya bounced on her toes as her
opponent got to her feet.
The blonde rushed in and began sticking Red with some good, stiff
jabs, bapping her head back and forth like a speed bag. Then she
wobbled her with a combination: hook, uppercut, hook.
Tanya could hit Red anytime she felt like it. And Red knew it, too.
Tanya was having fun, clowning for the audience.
The crowd was loving it.
Strutting casually in a circle around Red, Tanya looked at her with
disdain. She stopped and went into her stance, taunting Red with an
evil smile. She hit her a few times, then circled again, waiting for
the bells in Red's head to stop ringing before she nailed her again.
Tanya was in complete control. She lowered her hands to her sides,
sticking her tongue out and daring Red to hit her.
Red threw a couple of tentative jabs and then a right uppercut that
missed by a mile.
Tanya leapt with a looping right hand that caught Red behind the ear
and backed her up. Tanya followed with double uppercuts. The redhead
covered up, hands clamped to her face, but she couldn't stop the wicked
shots Tanya was taking. She tried to hang on by tying the blonde up
whenever she could, but every time she clinched, Tanya hurt her with
some more body shots before the ref broke them apart.
Tanya maneuvered the redhead into the ropes and leaned on her, working
inside to the body. The crowd cheered wildly as the buxom beauty drove
punch after punch into the redhead's midsection. Red hung helplessly on
the ropes, absorbing the blows.
The fans leaped up and thundered with excitement.
Tanya rocked her opponent with more punches until the end the round.
At the bell Tanya finished her with a good right to the jaw. She
stepped back reluctantly.
Red slithered to the canvas like a deflated balloon. She collapsed
onto her face as the crowd exploded into applause. She tried to get up,
then sank helplessly to the canvas.
Tanya let out a mocking laugh. "See you in a minute," she cooed.
Mighty roars engulfed the house.
Tanya gave a little bow to the audience and strutted to her corner.
She wasn't even breathing hard.
The crowd sat back down, buzzing excitedly.
Tanya beamed as Rock pried out her mouthpiece and washed it. "That
was so great!" she cried with joy. "What a rush! I love it!"
Tanya watched intently as her groggy opponent gained her feet and
stumbled to her corner, hugging her aching belly.
"I knocked a few pounds off her, didn't I?" Tanya joked.
Rock chuckled as he rubbed her back muscles. He started to wipe off
the blood that was splattered on her white outfit, but she stopped him.
"I like it," she said.
Red was slumped forward on her stool. Sweat poured off her back and
her chest heaved like a bellows. The redhead's trainer chattered away
nervously as he wiped Vaseline above and below her eyes. Her right eye
was badly swollen. She tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head.
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The house lights dimmed and the bell rang for the second round.
The fighters rose from their stools. Immediately Tanya dashed to the
center of the ring and waited for her opponent. Red came out of her
corner hesitantly, her eyes afraid. Tanya was on her in a flash.
"Hello," she said playfully as she snapped Red's head back with a jab.
"Come on, ugly. I'm gonna' scramble your brain."
Tanya smashed an uppercut through Red's gloves, then another. Red
tried to hold, but Tanya pushed her and went underneath, sinking punches
into her stomach. Red bent almost double in pain and Tanya hooked both
hands to the face.
The redhead began to spurt blood. She put her hands up and Tanya hit
her again. She angled away, her eyes bleary, and Tanya ripped a brutal
hook to her midsection. Red's hands fell and Tanya dropped her with a
right cross to the jaw. The force of the blow caused Red to roll back
on her shoulders as she hit the canvas.
An uproarious cheer went up from the audience as they jumped up from
their seats.
"Get up!" Tanya yelled at her fallen opponent. "Get up, bitch!"
Red awkwardly got to her feet and took the mandatory eight count.
The ref motioned for them to resume fighting.
Tanya faked low. Red's guard came down to protect her aching stomach.
Tanya slugged her with a lightning-fast hook to the jaw. Red lurched
away, her legs skittering under her. Tanya gave her the lift hook
again, harder. It knocked Red sideways and she went down again,
scrabbling away from Tanya as he landed.
The ref started his count again. Red didn't want to get up. The
crowd booed loudly. She reluctantly struggled to her feet.
Tanya threw some feints. Red cringed like a frightened puppy.
The blonde laughed and went after Red with no mercy. She was all over
her opponent. Her straight right lead was a razor, her left hook seared
the air. She kept firing quicker and sharper punches.
Red backed away, waving both hands feebly in front of her. Blood ran
down her face and the front of her shirt was covered with it.
The rabid crowd yelled for Tanya to finish her off. Tanya paused and
looked at the crowd with a smile. She whirled her arm around like a
windmill, throwing the stands into a frenzy.
Then she brought a bolo punch up from the ground into Red's chin,
lifting her into the air. Red flipped over backwards and rolled. Her
body twitched and shook. After a final violent convulsion, it went
still.
Tanya stood over her in victory.
The referee started a count, then waved his arms across the body. He
raised Tanya's arm overhead.
The fight was over.
Tanya threw her arms into the air with joy.
The crowd roared with wild applause. They had witnessed the birth of
a new superstar.
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Tanya won all her fights. She dominated every round, pulverizing her
opponents. And she always put on a great show.
This voluptuous beauty in boxing gloves captured the fans'
imagination. She quickly won over even the hard-core fans with her
ferocity and aggressive style. Her fights had more action than the
males' bouts. She was the first woman boxer to be taken seriously for
her considerable skills in the ring.
And she also knocked the media for a loop. They adored Tanya. She
was glamorous and sexy and flamboyant. She was the only female boxer to
have received any real media attention for her art. She was profiled on
television news programs, in newspapers, and in all kinds of magazines.
Her fights were a hot attraction on pay-per-view. She loved to watch
her fights on videotape. She became a popular guest on TV talk shows.
They showed highlights from her fights in slow motion. And she'd
cheerfully provide graphic commentary on the action.
Attendance at her fights jumped dramatically with all the publicity.
Tanya developed a phenomenal presence both in and out of the ring.
She had an exultant pride in her prowess, and her enthusiasm was
contagious. Audiences loved her playful style and flair. After her
fights, she was always surrounded by a crush of autograph-seeking fans.
"It's funny," said Tanya. "They see me beat people up and they treat
me like I'm something wonderful."
The bosomy blonde became an expert at psyching out her opponents. She
flaunted her body and insulted them before and during their bouts. She
even flirted with their trainers. The poor guys would pay more
attention to Tanya than to their own fighters.
Tanya's opponents were invariably furious with humiliation and
jealousy by the time they got into the ring. And Tanya continued to
taunt and goad them as she demolished them with her fists.
"My strategy," she explained, "is to mess with their minds before I
mess up their bodies."
Her fights were always exciting and dramatically violent. Tanya gave
the audience their money's worth. She banged up her opponents real good
before she punched their lights out. She sent most of her opponents to
the emergency room.
"My job is to beat anyone they put in front of me," she declared. "I
love my work. I'm very thorough. I don't stop until the enemy is
utterly, totally destroyed."
The media called her "Terrible" Tanya. They dubbed her with flashy
nicknames: "The Knock-out Beauty". "The Blonde Bombshell of Boxing".
"The Foxy Fighting Machine." "The Sex Symbol of Slaughter".
They loved her bravura performances in the ring and at press
conferences. She always had something colorful or controversial to say
about her opponents:
"I hope she's got good medical insurance, because she's not gonna' be
sleeping in her own bed tonight."
"I'll beat her till she cries for her momma. But her momma ain't
gonna' be there to help her."
"I hope she's got her grave site picked out. She's gonna' need it."
"I'm gonna' pound her into jelly and splatter her brains all over the
ring. They'll have to scrape her off the canvas like dogshit."
Tanya loved to generate publicity. Some purists criticized her for
mixing sex with boxing.
"What's wrong with using a little sex appeal?" she responded. "It
brings in lots of customers. If they see some good action, they'll come
back for more. And, baby, I show them lots of action."
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Tanya was always ready to rumble.
She loved to brawl outside of the ring, no holds barred. "I like
animalistic, no morals fighting," she said. "You get to reshape
people's skeletons."
She liked to go to a dance club in a sexy outfit and create a
sensation. She was an excellent dancer and her wild gyrations on the
dance floor would give every guy in the place a hard-on. More often
than not she ended up in a fight with a jealous girlfriend. Or an
unsuspecting woman would start flirting with Rock. Tanya would invite
the girl outside and kick her ass all over the parking lot in front of
an enthusiastic crowd.
The press started asking questions about Tanya's reputation as a
street fighter. She just smiled and replied, "It's not my fault. Some
women get jealous of me. I don't know why." She shrugged innocently.
"They want to fight. I have to defend myself. I always give them the
first punch. But the rest of the punches are mine." She chuckled. "Of
course in a street fight, there aren't any rules. Anything goes. So I
can be more uninhibited, if you know what I mean."
Rock got in on the action, too. He'd let a guy start making moves on
Tanya, then tell him to buzz off. Rock liked to wear bulky sweatshirts
so the guy wouldn't know what he was getting into. Once he lured the
guy outside Rock would give him a shock by pulling off the sweatshirt
and letting him see his massive physique. Then he'd proceed to use
those powerful muscles on the poor slob.
One evening Rock and Tanya had to fight to save their lives. They
were walking to Tanya's apartment after a long workout at the gym. They
took a shortcut through an alley.
Two mangy-looking punks emerged from behind an old dumpster. One of
them was big and fat and had mean little eyes. He held a pipe in his
hand. The other was skinny and wielded a nasty-looking knife.
"Give us your money," the big guy shouted. "Or you die. The bitch,
too."
Rock smiled at them.
They looked at each other, puzzled.
Rock peeled off his shirt. He always loved to watch the expression on
punks' faces when they first saw his physique. Their faces went slack,
their eyes wide.
"Holy shit!" cried the little guy. "Look at the muscles on this guy!"
"Shut up and get him!" barked his partner.
"You get him," yelled his partner.
"Come on, boys," Rock dared them. "Let's party!"
The fat guy lunged at Rock with the knife. Moving with spring-steel
quickness Rock whipped out his shirt and tangled up the guy's arm.
Then Rock seized the guy's wrist and jerked his arm out of its socket
with a loud pop.
The guy let out a sharp cry of pain. He dropped the knife and
staggered back. His arm dangled useless at his side. Rock shoved him
back against the dumpster and drove a fist deep into his belly. The
guy's eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets. He fell against Rock
with the fist still embedded in his gut. There was a big dent in the
dumpster behind him.
Tanya saw the skinny guy starting to sneak up behind Rock, ready to
bring the pipe down on his head. Springing into action she caught his
wrist and squeezed it in a crushing grip. The punk dropped the pipe.
He looked at her in pain and confusion.
She grasped the punk's elbow with her other hand and smashed the poor
guy's forearm down on her rising knee. The sickening crack echoed off
the walls of the alley. The punk screeched in agony.
Tanya delivered a kick to his chest that propelled him backward into
the garbage cans. The punk retched helplessly as his face dropped into
the stinking garbage on the ground, the cans clattering noisily around
him.
Meanwhile Rock was still working on the fat mugger. Turning his back
to the guy, he rammed his elbow back into his chest, caving it in with a
crunch.
Then Rock put the crook of his arm under the punk's chin and flexed,
squeezing the guy's throat between his swelling biceps and forearm like
in a giant nut-cracker. The fat man let out a strangled gasp. He
frantically tried to pry Rock's arm loose, but it just kept tightening
like a vise. He choked and whimpered. Rock gave one final squeeze.
The man made a gurgling sound and clutched at his crushed throat. His
eyes rolled back. He went limp. Rock let him drop to the ground.
Dead.
The skinny punk had been watching. His face was contorted with
horror. Rock walked towards him. "Now it's your turn," he told him.
Desperately the punk tried to crawl over to the knife.
Tanya kicked the knife away. "Let me have him," she told Rock. She
lifted the guy up by the collar and hit him hard in the stomach. His
belly was flabby. It got softer every time Tanya hit it. She hit it
often. With each punch her fists plunged deeper and deeper; the punk's
groans got louder and louder.
She stepped back and hit him with a powerful hook to the jaw that
shattered teeth and bone.
Tanya gripped him by the seat of his pants and the back of his collar.
She lifted him up over her head.
The punk squirmed frantically and screamed, "No! No! Please! No!"
Tanya brought him down over her knee, breaking his back like a rotten
twig.
The skinny guy's body went slack. Tanya took his head in his hands
and gave a violent twist. There was a loud snap. She let go of him and
the punk pitched onto his face without a sound, his head lolling on a
broken neck.
Rock picked up the lifeless body and tossed it into the dumpster like
a sack of garbage. Then he threw in the fat boy to join his pal.
Tanya gave him a busty hug. Then a long kiss.
"We make a great team," she cooed. "How can we celebrate?" she asked
innocently.
Smiling, she kneeled and unzipped his pants.
"Let's go to your place and do it right," Rock suggested.
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Tanya went up the boxing ranks like a streak.
Rock got her a contract with a big-time promoter. The promoter was so
impressed with her that he added her fights to the undercards for men's
bouts.
Millions of viewers saw her in one of the main preliminaries for a
pay-per-view championship card. She upstaged the big boys.
Female boxers had always made a small fraction of the money that male
fighters made. But as Tanya's popularity soared, so did her income.
She became a real celebrity. She modeled for her own calendars and
posters. "It's fun to pose for beauty shots in the morning and then
kick some girl's ass in the evening," she confided to reporters.
Her books and videos on exercise and self-defense were best-sellers.
She even designed a line of women's sportswear.
Tanya appeared in photo layouts for all kinds of magazines. Her
muscular body was a favorite for the covers of fitness magazines. Her
biceps would put most men to shame. If she had competed in female
bodybuilding contests she would have won easily.
Her nude pictures were featured in hot-selling issues of several men's
magazines. The sports magazines loved her. They did stories on her
fights, with plenty of action photos showing the impact of her punches
distorting her victims' faces into bizarre shapes. They also featured
her in their swimsuit issues.
With each bout her outfits got sexier. She joked with the reporters,
"Just wait until you see what I wear for my next fight. But you'll have
to look hard to see it at all."
They asked what she would have on for the championship fight. "Boxing
gloves," she responded with an impish smile. The reporters loved that.
Soon Tanya was the Number One contender for the championship. She was
popularly regarded as the premier female boxer in the world, even though
she didn't hold the title yet. The press called her "The Queen of the
Ring".
Her championship fight was to be a preliminary for the men's
heavyweight championship of the world. It would be broadcast worldwide
on pay-per-view. More people were excited about her than about the
heavyweights. Even the heavyweights themselves were big fans of hers.
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The defending female champ was named Fran Torres. She was tough and
experienced -- with a reputation for hurting her opponents. A big
woman, she had a good punch and could take a punch, too. Undefeated,
Fran had reigned as champion for a long time. She didn't think any
woman on earth could beat her. But she hadn't met Tanya yet.
Fran had a cocky attitude and a big mouth. She had been making
insulting remarks about Tanya to the press ever since Tanya started
boxing. She called her a bimbo who was lucky to win her fights.
Before the title fight Tanya and Fran engaged in a heated battle of
words in the media.
"She's just a beauty queen," said Fran. "I'll knock her crown off."
Tanya replied, "She's jealous because she's so ugly. She'll look a
lot worse when I'm done with her."
Fran said scornfully, "She doesn't have a chance. I've got more
experience than any other female boxer."
Tanya taunted, "She's old and slow. I'm gonna' put her into permanent
retirement."
At the pre-fight press conference the verbal sparring continued. Fran
was upset that the photographers were giving Tanya all their attention.
Tanya wore a pair of skin-tight shorts and a low-cut tank top. Around
her neck was a thin necklace with a small gold boxing glove attached to
it. On the tank-top was printed "THE REAL CHAMP".
Fran scoffed. "I'll bust her up," she boasted.
Tanya stuck out her impressive chest. "If there's any bustin' around
here, I'll be the one doing it," she joked. The reporters laughed and
flashed more photos.
"She's all tits and ass," complained Fran. "She should be ashamed of
herself."
Tanya's retorted, "I've never had any complaints about my body. She's
the one who should be ashamed. I bet no man ever looked twice at her.
She's so flat-breasted she looks like a chicken. Maybe a good plastic
surgeon could give her some of what she doesn't have."
Fran snapped, "I'm gonna' make her suffer. She'll be sorry she got in
the ring with me."
Tanya pretended to mop her brow. "It sure is warm in here. It must
be all that hot air coming from the old woman. Would you boys mind if I
take off my top so I can cool down?" she asked the press.
They all shouted encouragement.
The buxom blonde started to pull off her tank top. The flashbulbs
popped wildly. Then she stopped and pouted. "I just remembered that I'm
not wearing a bra," she said. "Will that bother you boys?"
"No! No!" they yelled. "Take it off!"
Tanya started to pull the top off again, then stopped again. "I
better not take it off, boys. This might be on national TV."
The guys groaned.
"Are you disappointed?" she teased. "Maybe next time."
The guys made hopeful noises.
Tanya giggled. "I will show you these," she said as she flexed her
impressive biceps. The reporters whistled appreciatively.
Tanya saw a trace of fear in Fran's eyes. She smiled.
"I'm much stronger than anybody she's ever fought before," said Tanya.
"I'm gonna' hit her so hard it's going to blow her mind. I'm gonna'
rock her world like an earthquake. My punches are gonna' give her
nightmares for the rest of her miserable life."
Tanya blew a kiss at Fran and laughed. The reporters laughed, too.
"Do you want to hear my prediction for the fight?" she asked.
The guys yelled "Yes!"
"OK, here it is," she said. "The champ is a chump! I'll knock Frannie
on her fanny. You're gonna' get two knockouts for the price of one.
Here's a little poem I wrote about the fight:
"With bunches of punches I'll hit the old witch.
Her face will be bloody; her body will twitch.
She'll wish she was dead; I'll have lots of fun.
She'll be on the canvas at the end of Round One.
Saved by the bell, she'll step into hell.
I'll beat her to pieces; I'll punch out her lights.
A second round knockout will finish the fight."
The press laughed and clapped.
Fran was furious. Tanya turned to her and said sweetly, "You want to
run home to your momma'? This is your last chance."
Fran couldn't control her rage. She tried to take a swing at the
beautiful blonde, but her handlers restrained her.
Tanya smiled calmly. "Don't be in such a hurry, honey," she
cautioned. "You should enjoy your health while you can."
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On the night of the championship bout, the arena was sold out. It was
the largest attendance in the history of boxing. The place was packed
with celebrities.
The crowd was tense with expectation.
There was a ripple in the back of the auditorium and thunderous
applause broke out as Tanya came prancing down the aisle like a frisky
filly. She was dressed regally in a bright yellow robe. Her boxing
gloves were the same color. She threw punches into the air as she moved
through the screaming crowd.
Thousands of spectators chanted her name. The chant shook the
auditorium: "TAN-YA! TAN-YA! TAN-YA! TAN-YA!"
The volume of the cheering increased as Tanya parted the ropes and
stepped into the ring. She flashed a smile and waved at her fans. They
gave her a raucous standing ovation.
"Take it off! Take it off!" the guys were yelling.
The gorgeous blonde opened her robe and turned slowly so that
everyone got a view. She was wearing only a tiny gold-colored string
bikini.
The crowd went crazy.
Tanya let the robe drop to her feet, and the crowd went berserk again.
Her glorious body was practically naked. The bikini barely covered her
crotch and nipples.
She was in killer shape. Her musculature was so highly defined that
fat cells seemed to have no place to hide in her body.
When she leaned forward to pick up her robe, Tanya's ballooning
breasts almost spilled out of the bikini top. The place went wild with
whistles and lusty shouts. Wiggling her butt and jiggling her boobs,
she beamed at the cheering crowd and threw them kisses.
Fran climbed into the ring, too. But hardly anyone noticed. They
were still going insane over Tanya. Fran received only scattered boos
and applause. The champ was really steaming. In silent rage, she
shadowboxed in her corner.
Tanya paraded around the ring and glided past Fran with a sweet smile,
laughing. Fran gave her a stony stare. Tanya gave another smile and
danced away.
The bell rang and the fighters went to their corners. The announcer
took the microphone that was lowered over the center of the ring and
made the introductions. Tanya's name brought another huge roar and the
chant began all over again, "TAN-YA! TAN-YA! TANYA!" It drowned out
the announcement of Fran's name.
The referee motioned the fighters to the center of the ring and ran
through the instructions. He was a short guy and he couldn't keep his
eyes off the big breasts that Tanya flaunted in his face. Glancing down
at the bulge in his pants, she smiled. She winked at him and made a
kiss with her lips. He blushed and stammered through the rest of his
speech.
Fran glared at Tanya. She sneered, "You're in trouble, bitch. I'm
gonna' rip you up."
"Shut up and fight, chump," Tanya replied with contempt.
Tanya held out both hands and Fran slapped them away. The crowd
booed.
The fighters went back to their corners. The tension mounted as the
crowd waited for the bell.
The buzzer sounded. Rock said, "Go get her!" as he climbed out of the
ring. Tanya stood banging her gloves together in anticipation.
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The bell.
The lights over the audience went out and the two fighters charged out
to the middle of the ring.
They didn't waste any time.
Fran threw the first punches, a left jab and a right hook. Both
punches bounced off Tanya's gloves.
The blonde struck back, landing a solid jab. Fran moved back, shaking
her head. It had hurt too much for a jab.
Tanya followed and hit her with a sharp right lead.
The big woman answered with a left hook. Tanya slipped it and
countered with three fast jabs and a straight right cross. Her punches
startled Fran with their power and suddenness.
The audience clamored with delight.
Tanya circled, moving beautifully. Smooth and strong. The jab kept
striking with the speed of a rattlesnake.
"What's wrong, chump?" mocked Tanya. "Can't take the heat? I'm just
warming up."
Fran leaped with a hook that Tanya avoided, but then came back with a
right hand that glanced off Tanya's head.
Tanya retaliated immediately with a jarring left uppercut. Then she
hit her opponent with a hell of a right hand, smack through her gloves.
It stunned Fran. She stood there, flatfooted.
Stepping inside, Tanya sank some hard hooks into Fran's belly. Fran
grunted loudly as each punch thudded home. Tanya followed with another
uppercut, snapping Fran's head back.
The spectators rocked the bleachers with maddened applause.
Moving in and out, Tanya peppered her opponent with crisp punches.
She was feinting with one hand and scoring with the other, making it
look easy.
Frustrated, Fran waded in, willing to take some punishment if she
could get in a good punch. But it was like walking into a hurricane.
She'd never been hit so fast or so hard in all her life. Tanya pummeled
her with a flurry of punches that knocked her to her knees.
It was a solid knockdown and it brought the crowd to its feet,
roaring. They stomped and yelled Tanya's name.
Fran got up at the count of eight. She was wobbly, but she told the
referee she was OK to continue fighting.
Tanya smiled and kissed her gloves. She nailed Fran with an overhand
left that landed smack on the nose. Blood burst out of both nostrils.
Fran reeled away, flicking at the blood with the thumb of her glove.
"This is just the foreplay, sugar. Wait til you see the climax,"
Tanya taunted.
Tanya was enjoying herself immensely, doing a little shuffle with her
feet. Her bristling left jabs and straight right hands landed with
unfailing accuracy.
Fran was running out of steam. She was pawing like a kitten.
Still pressing, the buxom beauty cut off the ring. Fran looked
alarmed as she found herself boxed in.
Tanya poured it on, backing her opponent into the corner. She caught
Fran solidly on the side of the head with a left hook. Another hook left
her woozy. Fran tried to clinch and clear her head, but Tanya threw her
off. Fran fell back into the corner and got hit again.
The audience was on its feet, stomping and screaming.
Working slowly, deliberately, Tanya made every punch a masterpiece.
The crowd greeted each spectacular blow with "Oohs" and "Aahs" like the
crowd at a 4th of July fireworks display. The blonde paused after each
punch, letting the pain sink in, savoring Fran's groans.
Tanya punctuated each blow with a taunt.
POW! "I bet that hurt!"
BAM! "Check this out!"
WHAM! "You like that? You're gonna' love this!" KA-POW!
Fran's legs turned into jelly.
Tanya hit her again as she went down. Fran was unconscious before she
wilted to the canvas.
The referee began to count.
The crowd went nuts, the place full of terrific noise.
The bell sounded. Fran was saved by the bell.
The crowd groaned with disappointment.
Tanya yelled out to them, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" They answered
with a happy cheer.
22
The big blonde strutted to her corner. Not wanting to sit down, she
stood eager for the next round. She licked the blood from her gloves
like it was strawberry jam.
Tanya watched with glee as Fran's handlers lifted the battered boxer
to her feet and helped her back to her corner. Fran's legs were
unsteady, her eyes glazed. Her body seemed drained and boneless.
Fran's bloodied face was a mass of lumps and welts. Both eyes were
blackened and puffed nearly shut. Her nose was broken and both lips
were split.
Fran's trainer cleaned the blood off her face and treated her cuts and
wiped her face down with Vaseline. The fighter's head snapped back as
she got a whiff of the ammonia inhaler her trainer jammed up her nose.
He urged her to quit. She refused with a stubborn shake of her head.
Tanya jumped up and waved to the crowd, getting them all hopped up for
the next round. She pumped her right arm and they roared.
23
The bell for the second round clanged and the place went dark. The
chant swelled through the crowd, "TAN-YA! TAN-YA!"
Tanya shot out of her corner. There was murderous determination in
her eyes.
Fran got up from her stool slowly, very slowly, and plodded forward.
Tanya pounced on her immediately, bouncing jabs off her head.
Fran missed with a blind right, a desperation punch.
Tanya went inside, chin down, punching freely in a volley to the
belly. Jaws gaping wide, Fran fell on Tanya's neck and tried to hold
on. Tanya jolted her with body shots. The ref stepped in and broke
them.
Tanya stalked her opponent like some relentless predatory animal,
picking her apart.
Fran couldn't keep her off. When she held on, Tanya shoved her back
with both hands and banged her some more.
The crowd was going crazy.
Tanya put the hook into Fran's stomach. Fran stumbled back, half bent
over.
Coming up from a crouch, the blonde hit Fran under the chin with an
uppercut, her back uncoiling behind it. Fran walked backwards, looking
at the ceiling.
Tanya smashed her with a left hook that spun her around like a top.
Then the blonde lashed out with a devastating right cross that sent Fran
sailing across the ring and into the ropes.
Tanya piled in. She battered her victim with a vicious series of
combinations.
Fran covered up, but her head was being snapped back by lefts and
rights and then her knees buckled and she melted to the canvas.
The crowd let out a resounding cheer.
Tasting victory, Tanya sneered as Fran climbed to one knee during the
count. "Get up, bitch!" Tanya yelled. "I got lots more for you!"
It must have been the pure pride of a champion that got Fran onto her
feet. She pulled herself up by the ropes, scarcely beating the count,
staggering, barely able to get her guard up. The referee tried to ask
her if she was OK. She pushed him away.
Tanya closed in quickly, her lips curling in a malicious smile. She
paused to examine Fran's ruined face, admiring her handiwork. "Looking
good, honey," Tanya teased. "But I gotta' finish the job."
A left-right combination sent Fran's mouthpiece flying in the air.
Tanya drove an overhand right into Fran's open mouth. The mouth
exploded in a burst of teeth and blood.
The blonde bashed Fran's chin with crushing left and right hooks.
Fran staggered back into the ropes. Her jaw was broken and hanging
loose.
Tanya continued to hit Fran with hook after hook, unerringly finding
her jaw, or what was left of it.
The entire audience was standing - stomping, whistling, and yelling
deliriously.
Now for the grand finale.
Tanya unloaded a ferocious barrage to the head. It rained leather.
She hammered her opponent from every angle. Fran's hair tossed around
wildly from the force of the blows.
The referee moved in to stop the fight, but he was too late.
"Sweet dreams, honey," Tanya cooed as she came over with a right-
handed bomb that made Fran's whole body quiver with the impact.
Fran started down and Tanya stayed on her, knocking her through the
ropes with savage punches. Fran tumbled out of the ring and sprawled
onto the floor in a bloody heap.
Tanya yelled down at Fran's inert body. She wanted to jump out of the
ring and continue beating on her.
The referee had to pull Tanya away from the ropes. This time he
didn't even bother to count. He lifted the blonde's hand high and made
the announcement.
Tanya was the new Champion.
The place became a madhouse of whistling and screaming and the walls
vibrated with "TAN-YA! TAN-YA! TAN-YA! TAN-YA!"
Tanya was hopping up and down with joy. Rock jumped into the ring,
threw his arms around her, shouting "You did it! You did it! You did
it!" He kissed her, then lifted her into the air and set her on one of
his broad shoulders.
The arena rocked with pandemonium. With a dazzling smile, Tanya
acknowledged the cheers that bombarded her.
The referee handed her the champion belt. She raised it over her
head. The applause was deafening.
Fran was still out cold. Her trainers worked over her. A doctor
kneeled beside her and called for an ambulance.
It was a long time before Fran regained consciousness. When she did,
she was in a hospital bed. She woke up screaming and thrashing
hysterically.
Tanya sent flowers to her with a note. The note read, "Thanks for the
memories."