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

Finding his wife was not at home, he left a note and went down to the gym. After a stiff work

out, he got some change from his trouser pocket and went along to the reception area to get a

cola from the dispensing machine. As he put his quarter into the machine, he fumbled. The coin

spilled onto the floor and rolled under the unmanned reception desk.

'Damn,' muttered Mike. He'd brought just he right amount and had to retrieve his coin. As he was

down behind the desk, groping underneath for the elusive quarter, he heard the clack of heels as

two women came in.

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

I've pressed the wrong button!"

"Well, you sure knew which of my buttons to press this afternoon, darling," murmured the other

woman, coyly. "Making love with you is so good!"

Mike froze. That was his wife, Martha's voice! And now he recognised the other voice. It was the

self-defence instructor, Anne somebody, whose classes his wife attended and whom he'd met once

or twice in the gym. He was bewildered. He didn't know what to do. He stayed where he was,

eavesdropping.

"Us lesbian's have an advantage, you know. Being a woman myself, I know what turns on other

women," breathed Anne. "And you sure turn me on too!"

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

affection.

"Come on," said Anne, "let's get this class moving. The other girls will be waiting for me to show

them how to defend themselves against the aggressive male!" They chuckled.

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

We can spend...."

Their voices faded as the women left to get changed.

Mike was flabbergasted. His wife was having an affair - with another woman! He could hardly

believe what he'd just heard. Now he knew why Martha spent so much time at the gym, why there

was often no answer when he phoned home when he was on a sales trip and why she hardly ever

wanted to make love these days.

Mike's mind was in a turmoil as he recalled all the tell-tale clues he'd missed up until now. He

went outside, walked around to clear his mind, realised it was too cold to be wandering around

in his exercise shorts and went back in again.

Now his dismay was turning to anger. What a fool he'd been. A gullible, trusting fool. But no

longer! No one was going to take his wife away from him without a fight. He determined to go

and confront her, drag her out of her class if need be and get her away from the dyke who was

corrupting her!

A dozen young women sat around the raised boxing ring at one end of the main hall of the gym.

Anne was in the ring explaining what she going to demonstrate, when Mike barged in. Martha

gasped with surprise. Her husband wasn't due back until the following day. For a moment she

thought something drastic had happened, like he'd lost his job. Then she recognised the anger

pouring from him and just knew he'd found out about her and Anne.

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

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

"Hold on!" Anne's voice cut through the tense atmosphere with freezing authority. "Sit down

Martha. No one barges into my class and starts giving orders. What do you want Mike?"

"My wife is what I want, you fucking dyke! Just keep out of this or, woman or no woman, I'll

smash your fucking face in!" There were gasps from the girls at the vehemence of the exchange.

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

This caused even more consternation among the class members, but Mike couldn't believe his luck.

The girl was actually inviting him to fight her. He couldn't wait! He vaulted into the ring and flew

at the woman who had seduced his wife.

Martha was shocked when she realised what was happening. Her husband, a husky, heavily

muscled, six foot two inch male was about to attack her lover, a girl, eight inches smaller and half

his weight! And Mike, she remembered was an ex amateur boxer, who'd gone quite a way in the

Golden Gloves contests a couple of years back.

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

Mike wanted blood! He wanted to break this girl like a twig, and Anne could see the murder in his

eyes. She had to get out of his way quickly. Frantically she darted aside as the furious young man

swung his massive fists at her, dodging and ducking as he lashed empty air.

"You're too slow!" she taunted, knowing that her best chance of defeating the man was to make him

lose his temper even further. "Useless male prick! Owww!"

Mike realised his wild swings were getting him nowhere, and flashed a straight right at the girl's

head. Anne jerked back but took the punch on her shoulder. The spectators screeched in alarm as

the girl was sent sprawling onto the canvas floor of the ring.

Mike had a good opportunity to finish the fight then and there, but his boxing training prevailed

over his fury. He stood back and let the girl get up.

Anne shook her pretty head. She had to focus. She wasn't hurt, just shaken. And the arrogant

bastard had let her get up. 'Well,' she thought, 'you're going to pay for that, sonny boy! Just get in

a bit closer!'

As the girl stood up, looking helpless, Mike moved in to finish her off. 'One clip to the chin should

do it,' he decided, as, quite sure that the girl was badly hurt, he advanced arrogantly towards her, not

even bothering to put up his guard.

The girls in the audience held their breath as the powerful male lined up his seemingly helpless

female victim. Mike swung.

Quick as a cat, Anne ducked beneath the man's fist and darted forward. With deadly accuracy, the

girl lanced a straight fingered jab into Mike's throat, swiftly transferred her balance and smashed

her other hand into the sternum area, just above his powerfully muscled stomach.

Mike gave a choked croak from as the air was driven from his lungs through his injured windpipe.

Gasping for breath, he dropped into a fighter's crouch as the lightning fast lesbian probed for his

eyes with poking fingers, then danced away as he parried her attack with his jabbing fists.

One of the girl's fingers caught Mike's left eye, causing it to blur as he tried to focus on the lithe

form of the fighting female. He swapped to a southpaw stance so that he could see her better with

his good eye, and threw a right lead at her bobbing head.

Anne was feeling exhilarated. The adrenaline surged through her beautiful young body as she

revelled in the task of fighting this huge male opponent in front of her lover and the other girls in

her class. Her eyes gleamed with inward energy as she ducked and struck, catching him in the

throat again, making him gag, bending him over as she worked another blow into his sternum and

dancing back just as his own riposte thudded into her stomach.

Although the punch from the male fighter landed almost at the extent of Mike's reach, it was still

heavy enough to send Anne staggering backwards, bounce off the ropes and end up on her knees.

The girl's silky, tanned skin concealed a muscularity honed to the consistency of tempered steel

by her savagely punishing exercise routine, so Mike's punch did no damage. It did, however, give

him a few seconds to gulp some air into his burning lungs.

Mike stood over the girl. This time he was not going to let her get up. This time he was going to

nail her! As the girl spectators watched in trepidation, Mike drew back his fist to club the girl to

the canvas.

With an instinct born of hours of teaching unarmed combat techniques, Anne drove her own fist

upwards, firing it like a piston up between the man's bulging thigh muscles into his dangling balls.

Mike's punch died in mid air as he cried out in pain and doubled over, clutching his balls in both

hands, oblivious to everything except the fire shooting through his massive body.

Anne was on her feet in a flash. Roared on by screams of encouragement from her class, the girl

slammed her tiny fists into the injured man's face, driving his huge frame backwards as she tore into

him with relentless female fury.

The girls in the audience were on their feet, cheering with excitement as the quicksilver punches of

their lithe young instructress slammed into the mighty male fighter and drove him before her. Martha

could hardly believe what was happening. Her girl friend was fighting her husband, and her girl friend

was winning!

Mike's retreat was halted by the ring ropes. Instinctively, as he felt the ropes on his back, he covered

up, ducking and weaving as best he could, taking as little punishment from the girl as possible as he

fought to recover his composure.

Anne was exultant as she waded into the massively muscled body of her huge male opponent with

the calm deliberation of a born fighter. As soon as he covered up to protect himself from her

flashing fists, she stomped her foot down onto the man's left instep. Then, as he yelled in pain and

began to hop and limp to protect his foot, the girl swooped, grasped his right ankle in both hands

and heaved upwards.

Mikes' huge frame toppled sideways. He grabbed at the ropes to try to stop himself from falling,

And for a moment he hung there, clutching the ropes, ludicrously trying to support his weight on

his injured foot, while the girl pulled with all her might on his suspended ankle.

Then Anne transferred one hand to the man's foot and twisted. The pain shot up Mike's leg, forcing

him to let go and try to roll away from the terrible agony. But the girl kept hold as he sprawled on

his stomach, twisting his foot, using his leg as a lever to keep turning him over as he fought to kick

free of her grasp.

Realising she was beginning to tire, Anne dropped Mike's leg while she had him on his stomach,

and stomped down hard on his calf muscle. As the massive male fighter writhed in agony, the girl

dropped onto his broad back and locked her slender arms round his throat in a sleeper hold.

Mike tried in vain to buck the girl from his body. He could feel the breath being cut off from his

lungs as her arm cut across his wind pipe, locked in place by her other arm pressing against the

back of his neck in an unbreakable, deadly hug. Then everything went black.

Anne felt the huge man's body go limp and could hardly believe what had happened. In no time at

all she had rendered this mightily muscled male unconscious. She rose in triumph, basking in the

cheers of the class. Now, to impress them (and particularly Martha) even further, she bent over

Mike's prostrate body, pulled off his shorts and held them aloft as she paraded round the ring in

triumph.

Martha's mind raced with mixed emotions. She was amazed that her lesbian lover had defeated her

strapping husband in a fight. One part of her felt elated, another felt sorry for the defeated male.

Then she noticed Mike was stirring.

Mike came round quite quickly. For a moment he lay there, wondering what had happened to him.

Then the realisation sunk in at the same time as the pain from his injured legs and balls penetrated

his consciousness. How could he, a trained male boxer, be beaten up so easily by a chit of a girl!

He realised he was naked. The girl had stripped him while he was out. He could hear the other

women congratulating the bitch on her win, while he lay on the canvas, beaten, stripped naked and

humiliated by a girl, all this in front of his wife!

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

Somebody called out a warning to Anne as Mike rose from the canvas. The girls oohhed and

aahhhed at the sight of the huge naked man. Mike's long, thick cock hung down between his legs

like the end of a fire hose, while his balls sloshed from side to side as he shuffled forwards to

attack the hated girl who had stripped him of both his clothes and his ego.

Martha couldn't help her excitement surging through her body. Here were two superb specimens of

their gender fighting over her. The magnificently muscled, powerfully built naked male against the

slender figure of the female who wore only her exercise outfit of black bikini bottom and white

crop top. She could hardly believe the possibility existed that the slim young girl could stand up to

the power and strength of such a beautifully built, athletic, male animal as her husband. Mike had

learned the hard way to respect the fighting capability of the girl, and advanced cautiously, limping

slightly from the damage she'd inflicted on his legs. Anne stood her ground, hands on hips, legs

astride, coolly waiting. She looked down at the man's dangling cock and balls.

"Who's a big boy, then," she teased. "Did the naughty girl make you all naked! Hasn't he got lovely

big balls, girls? I'm going to milk them dry before I've finished with you, Mike. Would you like that,

Mike, being tossed off by your wife's lover!" She half turned to smile at Martha, and Mike struck.

The cunning girl had lured the male fighter into her trap. With the speed and grace of a hunting

mongoose, the girl swayed aside as the man's ham like fist flashed past her lovely face, grasped his

wrist in both hands, braced her shapely legs and pulled his massive arm round her swirling body.

Mike, dragged off balance and propelled by his own momentum, was swung round until his back

slammed into the corner post of the ring. The breath swooshed from his huge frame as his spine hit

the post pads. His head sang as she followed him in and butted him under the chin with her skull,

then he screamed in agony as the deadly young girl backed off half a pace and drove her knee into

his exposed balls. The speed of the girl's assault was staggering, and the man had no answer.

Mike wanted to fall, to fold up and hug his battered balls, but the girl wouldn't let him. She pinned

him against the post with one hand on his throat while she drove punch after punch into the

semi-conscious man's stomach and abdomen until she could hold him up no longer.

Mike slumped slowly to his knees. All he could feel was pain, all he could think of was that he

HAD to beat this terrible girl or lose his wife. Incredibly, he tried to pull himself up once more, to

climb up the body of the girl who stood over him. He had to get to his feet. He had to beat her. He

was a man. A boxer. How could he lose a fight to a chit of a girl!

Determinedly, he tried to haul himself up the tanned legs of the girl, staring up with glazed

determination into the pretty face of his female adversary. Anne looked down at him, a smile on her

lips as she braced her legs to support his efforts. His face was level with her smoothly tanned

stomach as he laboriously tried to rise.

"Poor baby," she crooned. "Has the little girl hurt you, then. Can't you get up! Here, let me help you."

She pulled him up by the hair, until the man's large, muscular body, tottering on trembling legs,

towered over her slight, curvaceous figure. She cupped his balls with her other hand and squeezed

gently, feeling his huge body tense with fear as she applied the pressure. Holding him by hair and

balls, the girl backed him once more into the corner.

The girls in the audience watched in awed amazement as the lithe young female made her mighty

male opponent put his powerful legs outside the bottom rope, one limb on either side of the corner

post. Then she made him drape his arms over the top rope, once again, one on each side of the post,

so that they hung down outside the ring.

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

was forced to do as she said.

With one swift movement, Anne released the man's hair and balls and reached through the ropes to

grab his hanging wrists. He was helpless in her grasp as she pulled down on his wrists, straightening

up his Herculean body.

"Now I'm going to knee your balls again, Mike baby," she smiled sadistically into the man's terrified

eyes. "That lovely big cock of yours is the only thing you can give Martha that I can't. But it won't be

much good if I bust your balls, now, will it!"

"No!" pleaded Mike. "Please, no more. I give in." The huge, powerful male fighter began to sob as

he begged the girl to let him go.

Martha was disgusted at her husband's display. First he'd let himself be beaten up by a girl half his

size, and now he was crying and begging her for mercy. "Finish him!" she cried to Anne, sadly, all

sympathy for the man she had once loved gone.

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

I'm going to do."

The man's final plea was cut off as the girl thundered her knee up between his legs to crash into his

dangling balls with explosive force. She stepped back and kicked him again and again. Her feet

smashed into the sobbing, helpless male's ribs, stomach and balls as he slumped down, his legs and

arms tangled in the ropes, keeping his body suspended. When she was sure he'd been totally

defeated and was no more threat as a fighting man, the girl released his limbs and let him collapse

in a heap onto the canvas.

Casually, Anne put her foot under the defeated male's prostrate body and flipped him onto his back.

Putting one foot on his barrel like chest, the girl raised her arms in victory, posing triumphantly as

the girls boiled over with excitement at a female victory.

As Mike began to regain consciousness, he became aware of the gorgeous young woman standing

over him. There was no aggression left. The girl had beaten the fighting spirit out of him. And, as he

lay there resigned to his fate, the sight of the victorious girl fighter stirred his libido. His cock rose

majestically in tribute to the young woman who had beaten him into submission.

The girls gasped in astonishment at the sight of the man lying at the feet of his female conqueror,

smashed to defeat by a girl, with an erection throbbing from between his thighs for her to do with

as she wished.

Anne commanded the man to get on his knees before her. She grasped his hair, tilted his head back

so that he had to look up into her shining eyes.

"Now, Mike," she waggled his head back and forwards as he knelt there, completely under her spell,

"you are going to wank yourself off, just for the girls to see a totally humiliated male masturbate.

Right girls!" The girls cheered, giggling with embarrassment and, at the same time thrilled at the

idea of a girl forcing a hugely muscled male to so humiliate himself. "But," Anne continued,

"before you give us our show, I've got good news for you. You can go back to live with Martha!"

Mike could hardly believe it. His eyes blazed with hope. Martha was about to say she didn't want him,

when Anne continued. "Mind you, I'm going to be living there from now on too, and you are going to

be our big, male, maid! Now, wank!" Mike's head slumped, all hope gone. He did as the girl ordered.

Martha flushed with embarrassment as she watched her husband pump his huge cock up and down in

front of girls, most of whom had never seen a man wank before and were fascinated by the spectacle.

In no time at all, he was spraying spurts of sperm into the air as the girls watched in wonder as his

massive frame shuddered to the climax, then slumped with exhaustion.

The girls crowded round Anne, voicing their congratulations as the small figure of the triumphant

lesbian girl took the huge, powerful man, head hanging in defeat, out of the ring, holding him by his

balls.

Martha felt a surge of sympathy for Mike, but then again, it would be so nice to have her female lover

living in, and, whenever she felt the desire to have Mike's huge cock to play with, well...he was going

to be their slave, wasn't he, and slaves did what their mistresses told them! END