Lisa, The Amazon Destroyer
By Submissive Romantic  submissiveromanticone(at)gmail(dot)com
Edited by Michael-Leonard

The following story is the third in a trilogy. The first two stories were by a writer named American 
Boxer posted in 2005 and 2006 (see bookshelves Misc. 16 & 21) with the promise of a third story. 
I have searched DtV bookshelves for the final story but have never found it. In fact I haven't found 
anything by this author posted after the second story. I felt that the story line was very good and 
the characters were worth pursuing to the conclusion. Therefore, I'd like to write the final story as I 
would have liked it. My apology to the author, if this isn't where he wanted to take the story.


Chapter 1

A year ago, I entered a tough man contest run by the university. It was to take the format of boxing 
tournament, as opposed to a no-rules street-fighting sort of thing. I figured because I was a real 
good boxer that I had a pretty good chance of winning. That was before I met Lisa. 

She stood six feet two and weighed two hundred and five pounds. She was a large girl, well 
muscled and nicely curved. As for me, I'm Bob; I'm five-eight and weighed one hundred and sixty 
five pounds. I'm in real good shape and well-muscled, but next to her I looked like a runt. Worse 
still, my weight put me in the heavier of the two classes, along with Lisa.

I remember when I entered the tournament, those running it didn't want a girl to compete. I argued 
that if she wanted to compete she should be allowed to. That was before I saw her. They even tried 
to dissuade her from competing by insisting that she wear the same type clothes that the male 
fighters wore; shorts and shoes with no shirt. 

I'll save you the gruesome details, but basically she destroyed me in a little over a minute and a 
half. I came out of the fight with a broken nose, two black eyes and assorted bruises over my entire 
upper body. Lisa, on the other hand, hardly broke a sweat; the only blood on her was mine. Two 
days later she fought a guy in the semi finals; he lasted about thirty seconds. He made the mistake 
of looking at her tits instead of at her fists. 

The finals were held a few days later. It was a classic case of a puncher taking out a boxer. Lisa 
was actually behind on points after the first round. Her opponent was six feet four and faster than 
she was. Although he didn't possess a knockout punch, he hit her repeatedly with sharp jabs that 
bloodied her nose and blackened her eye. But eventually she cornered him and rendered him 
helpless with several brutal body shots, and knocked him out halfway through the second round.

Of her four fights, the one with me was the second longest. She was big, extremely strong and 
brutal; almost sadistic. She essentially seemed to not just want to win; she wanted to destroy her 
opponent. She took particular joy in breaking each fighter's nose. We all walked around campus 
with our noses bandaged and wore sunglasses to hide the bruising we had suffered.

Inexplicably, I looked forward to fighting her again; I guess I'm more of a masochist than I 
thought.


Chapter 2

Going into the second semester of my senior year, I found myself three credits short of fulfilling 
my requirements for graduation in the natural sciences. Looking over the classes available, I found 
a geology course that sounded interesting and would not require a lot of work other than actual 
class time. When classes resumed after the break, I took a seat in the back of the room. I was just 
sitting there daydreaming waiting for the instructor, when a husky female voice asked,

"Is this seat taken?"

I looked up and recognized Lisa immediately. She's very hard to forget.

"Oh, I know you; I fought you last year in the tournament. How are you doing?"

"Fine, " I said. I stuck out my hand and said my name: "Bob, Bob Wilson. Congratulations on 
winning the tournament, Champ."

She took my hand shook it with a firm grip and said,

"Thanks, Thanks a lot. Listen I'm really sorry for busting you up like that but I was on a mission of 
sorts; no hard feelings."

"No hard feelings. I always say, if you can't stand the heat don't go in the kitchen."

Just then the instructor came in and class began. Just as I thought, there would be a midterm and a 
final; one textbook and ' if you came to class, paid attention, took good notes ' you'd pass the 
course with no problem.

As class ended, Lisa stood and asked me if I had time to join her for a cup of coffee. It sounded 
good to me so we walked across the campus to a small coffee shop and ordered a cup. I noticed 
while we were walking that every one we passed gave us plenty of room. It seemed that Lisa was 
well known and feared on campus.

Over coffee I got to know this blonde Amazon better. She seemed cheerful, funny, smart and ' 
above all ' sexy as hell. We had been talking for about an hour, when she looked down at her 
watch.

"Shit, I have a class in fifteen minutes. It was really nice to finally meet you. Call me," and she 
wrote her number on my book and ran out of the shop.

I certainly would, I thought.

In fact, I called her the next day and asked if she wanted to go to out to dinner.

"I have a better idea, why don't you come over to my place and I'll make you dinner; how's 7:00 on 
Friday?

"Can I bring a bottle of wine?"

"That would be nice; make it Chianti, we'll be having lasagna."

She gave me the address; a two family house, not far from the campus.

On Friday, I walked over to her place. On the way my mind wandered back to the tournament; 
how brutal she was, how totally dominant.

'Be careful,' I thought. 'Be on your best behavior, this is one woman you don't want to piss off. '

I got to the house right at 7:00, rang the bell and stepped back. A tall, lean redhead answered the 
door, "I remember you. You gave Lisa a pretty good fight last year; come on in. Lisa's in her room 
changing."

I looked at her for a moment; then I remembered: "You were Lisa's second as I recall, and you're 
being too kind about the fight; she destroyed me as I remember it."

"Yes, but she destroyed everyone last year. She remembered the fight against you; she said you 
actually hurt her with a couple of your punches. She said if you hadn't gotten careless the fight 
might have gone differently. By the way, I'm Karen."

"Bob."

Just then, I heard Lisa come into the room, I turned and my heart skipped a beat. There she stood, 
all six feet two of her, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, the traditional dress of college 
students. But she took it to all new levels. The shirt was straining to contain her ample breasts and 
her massive biceps.

"Jeez Lisa, what are you trying to do give the guy a heart attack? I'll be back on Monday, Lisa. 
Nice seeing you again, Bob. Have fun, you two. " With that she laughed and ran out the door.

"Your roommate?"

"My sister. I tell you all about her later. Come on into the kitchen, you can help with the salad and 
the bread."

I followed her into the kitchen, marveling at her body. Even in her bare feet, she was almost six 
inches taller than me. She had to outweigh me by forty pounds, and that was all muscle. The shirt 
was stretched to the limit across her back and her jeans hung low across her shapely hips accenting 
her ass as she walked.

'Down boy; take it easy,' I thought. 'Only if you're invited can you come out and play.'

As instructed, I cut up the lettuce, a cucumber, some celery, and added in some cherry tomatoes. I 
poured some Italian dressing over the salad and tossed gently. I put the bowl in the fridge and 
sliced some of the Italian bread, placing it in a basket. Meanwhile Lisa was finishing up the 
lasagna. She put it in the oven, set the timer, and set the table. I grabbed the bottle of wine, opening 
it to let it breathe.

"Why don't you pour us each a glass of wine, and we'll move into the living room."

I grabbed the glasses and sat on the sofa, placing the glasses on coasters on the coffee table. Lisa 
joined me, put her feet up on the table, and began to tell me about her sister and the tournament.

"Karen already knows that I'm going to tell you about her; she's OK with it. Karen is my big sister. 
I have always adored and looked up to her. She was pretty, intelligent and had a bubbly 
personality. Three years ago she was a senior here. Friday night, during the rush weekend for the 
fraternities, she was coming back here after an evening of studying at the library. As she walked 
along fraternity row, she spotted a couple of classmates who invited her in for a beer. She went in, 
had a beer, and talked with some of the guys. The house was really packed with students from the 
campus and other frat brothers. 

"Sometime during the party, the guys who had invited her in lost track of her; they figured she had 
had enough and left. Late the next morning they found her in a 'no-tell motel', naked. The police 
figured that she had been raped by three different guys. They found cum in her pussy, all over her 
face and tits and up her ass. Worst of all, she couldn't even tell us who she was with, what they 
looked like or anything. She had been given some sort of date rape drug, and remembered nothing 
from the time she left the library to the time a maid found her tied over the back of a chair. The 
police tried everything; they even had her hypnotized. I was there for that; it was the most 
disturbing thing I ever watched. To see your sister acting out the scene of her rape; on her knees on 
the bed, legs spread wide, as if she was straddling one guy; holding her ass cheeks open for a 
second, and her head thrown back her mouth wide open. They figured that the three guys all had 
her at the same time. When the doctor woke her up she had no memory of the incident at all. It 
took two years of therapy to bring her back to her former self. She knows what happened to her 
and has accepted it. She hasn't had a relationship with a man since before it happened. I've taken it 
upon myself to be her protector and her avenger. If she ever does remember who did it to her, the 
cops better get to them before I do."

I could see the anger bubbling up from within; her fists were clenched, her knuckles turning white.

"That's why I entered the tournament last year. In my mind, if the rapists were students here, there 
was a chance that they might still be students and maybe one of them entered the tournament as 
well. That was why I not only wanted to win it; I wanted to punish each guy I faced. I projected the 
face of her unknown rapists onto my opponents. That's why I broke each guy's nose, why I held 
them up as much as possible and continued to beat them even though they were already out cold. 
After the tournament I was given an album with pictures from all the fights. I was horrified at what 
I had done to these guys, they didn't deserve that; you didn't deserve that."

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes; I moved over and held her until she calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

"You're already forgiven."

With a smile on her face, she wiped the tears from her eyes and said,

"Come on; bring your wine, let's eat."

We sat, had a marvelous dinner, she really was a great cook. The more I gazed into those blue eyes 
of hers, the more I fell in love.

We finished dinner, washed the dishes and cleaned up, then returned to the living room sofa.

The wine, the great food and the wonderful company set the mood. Soon we were in each other's 
arms, kissing and gently rubbing bodies. I was still aware of the power that this woman possessed 
and was more reserved than I normally would have been. I think she sensed it and thought that 
something was wrong.

"I blew it again, didn't I?" Lisa moaned. "I meet a really nice guy and I intimidate him to the point 
that he dumps me."

"No, you don't understand. I really like you a lot; I just don't want to do anything to jeopardize our 
relationship. You are more woman than I've met in my life. Yes, I know what you're capable of, 
but I also see a beautiful, fragile woman, who needs to be treated carefully, with tenderness and
compassion."

"Bob, I'm a little scared; I've never really had a boyfriend before. I like you, too. I liked you from 
the moment I saw you at ringside after I won the championship. Boxing is easy; relationships are 
hard. I need to be loved; will you spend the night?"

I stood, took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I kissed her gently, allowing my kisses to 
travel to her neck. I felt her hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. She pulled my shirt up 
over my head and fell to her knees and pulled down my jeans and then my briefs. My cock was 
already rock hard and pointed right at her face.

"It's beautiful," she said, taking it into her hand.

"It's so hard, yet soft to the touch." She began to move her hand back and forth.

"Lisa, if you don't stop soon, I'm going to explode."

She stood up at that point and allowed me to undo her jeans. I pulled them down, over her feet, and 
then reached for her panties. I took them off as well, marveling at her muscular legs. I leaned in 
and planted little kisses and licks all along her outer lips. Her pussy was already dripping wet. She 
had a prominent clit which, without warning, I took in between my lips and whipped with my 
tongue. That sent her over the edge. I grabbed her ass, I could feel her clench her glutes as she 
placed a hand on the back of my head and began to hump my face. After a minute or so she calmed 
down enough to allow me to stand. She laughed when she saw my face wet with her juices. I 
reached out to try to take off her t-shirt but it was too tight.

"Here, let me help." She grabbed it with both hands at the neckline and just tore it from her body. 
She used it to wipe my face, and then stood there naked. I'd already seen and felt her breasts during 
our fight. This took it to a whole new level.

"You are so beautiful."

I allowed her to pull me on to the bed; I got up between her legs.

"Be gentle my love," she said, "this is my first time."

It seemed strange that a woman who was so strong, who could inflict so much pain and destruction 
on a man, could be so delicate. I placed my cock at the entrance and gently began to insert a little 
at a time. I encountered no resistance, but she was incredibly tight. When I was finally all the way 
in she looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes,

"I love you," she said.

I began to rhythmically pull out and push back in, slowly at first then with increased urgency. She 
grabbed my ass in her hands and tried to stuff my entire body into her pussy. I was close, she was 
closer; with a shudder and a scream she came just as I began to spurt my cum into her. After a few 
moments I collapsed on her chest, buried to the hilt in her still pulsating pussy.

She wrapped those big arms around me and I felt like a baby in the arms of his mother, all safe and 
protected. My eyes closed and I fell into a peaceful sleep. I awoke a few minutes later, lifted my 
head and kissed her lips.

"I love you. I will always love you."

She squeezed me tight and we fell asleep.

We never left the apartment that weekend, in fact, we never even dressed, she was insatiable; but I 
tried my best.

Monday morning, Karen returned, she found us asleep in each other's arms and announced her 
presence loudly.

"Well, I guess you two had a very good time indeed."

She walked back to the kitchen and made coffee while we showered and dressed.


Chapter 3

That was the start of our relationship. We would meet for breakfast, go to class together, arrange to 
study together, and in the evening work out together. I was amazed at the strength she possessed. 
Watching her work the heavy bag, her muscles straining with each punch, her skin glistening with
sweat, I couldn't help getting aroused. After our workouts, we would shower and go back to her 
place, sometimes just to hang on the sofa, talk with Karen, or watch TV, or more often than not we 
would head to her bedroom, where we would make love. If Karen was home, it would be tender 
and sweet; but if we had the place to ourselves, Lisa would dominate me, trying to pound my body
right through the mattress. Either way I never complained.

When we saw the flyer announcing the upcoming boxing tournament, we knew we had a problem. 
We both wanted to enter and, more importantly, we both wanted to win. Lisa was the defending 
champion, and I wanted to redeem myself from last year's embarrassing defeat.

"What are we going to do, Bobby? I want to defend my championship; but I don't want to fight you 
again."

"Well, who says we'll have too. One of us might lose before we ever have a chance to meet."

"True, but what if we have to fight against each other in the first round?"

"If that's the case then we fight; and I want you to promise me right now that if we do, that you 
will try your hardest to win. I promise you that I will do the same. If you don't, the win would 
mean nothing."

"I don't want to hurt you; but OK, I'll do my best."

"Good, now finish your coffee, and we can go over to the gym and file our entry forms."

When we entered the gym, there was already a good-sized group of guys doing the same thing. I 
thought I detected a couple of groans as we approached. I knew they weren't because of me. 
Apparently some of the prospective fighters had seen the results of last year's tournament and had 
hoped that Lisa was not going to participate.

We looked over the rules, noting that the dress code had been changed, requiring any female 
participant to wear a sports bra.

I heard a guy from behind me telling his buddy,

"Nuts, I was hoping to get a good look at her tits, while I was beating her ass."

I turned ready to start something, when I felt Lisa's large hand grip me on the shoulder.

"Down, tiger; this is not the time or the place. I'm sure one of us will get a chance to change his 
attitude."

It was probably a good thing that Lisa had stopped me, the guy with the big mouth was one of the 
football players, a defensive lineman, and he was at least six feet five and probably weighed close 
to two hundred and fifty pounds.

After we were done, we went to our classes, and fell back into our normal routine. A week later, 
they posted the fight brackets for the two divisions. We looked over the brackets noting that 
although we were in the same weight class ' lucky me I made the cutoff by five pounds ' we 
would not have to fight each other until the championship bout, assuming we both made it that far. 
I did note, however, that Lisa would be fighting the big mouth in the quarterfinals.

"That's perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better," Lisa exclaimed with joy.


Chapter 4

The first round of bouts would take place on Saturday afternoon. Each bout would consist of four 
three-minute rounds with a minute in between rounds, and would be scored by three judges on a 
round basis, with the referee's scorecard being used only to break a tie. We would be fighting with 
ten-ounce gloves this year, primarily to help protect the fighters. I have no doubt that the four 
broken noses Lisa had given to her opponents last year had something to do with that change.

Saturday morning I woke up early, ran a little to help clear my head, and laid out my strategy for 
my first fight. I called Lisa and we arranged to meet at the coffee shop before heading to the gym. 
As the reigning champion, Lisa was the scheduled to fight first; I was next to last.

I had a ringside seat. I watched her opponent warming up in his corner, he looked pretty tough, but 
I could tell he had no formal boxing training. He would be dead meat by the end of the first round. 
Lisa made her entrance moments later, with Karen as her second. As she entered the ring, she 
glanced over in my direction and blew me a kiss, which I returned with a kiss of my own and an "I 
love you."

She removed her robe and flexed her muscles to the sounds of applause from the crowd; almost 
fifty percent were women. There were some boos as well; some from males in the crowd that 
remembered what she had done last year, and some from those who were hoping to get a look at 
her tits. They were only slightly disappointed, however, because the sports bra that she was 
wearing was white, stretched to its limit and, was already soaked with sweat, making it almost see-
through.

After the instructions from the ref, the fighters returned to their corners and waited for the bell. At 
the sound of the bell, both fighters advanced to the center of the ring, touched gloves and circled 
each other looking for an opening. Lisa started throwing jabs, which I don't think her opponent 
ever saw. His head kept bouncing backward, and then returning to its normal position only to get 
hit with another hard jab. Lisa must have hit him twenty times, before he threw his first punch, 
which she blocked easily with her glove. She stepped back a little; it seemed to me that she was 
letting him regain his composure. Then she came back in, with his hands high to protect his face, 
he provided the perfect target for her deadly body shots. She dug a left and a right hook into his rib 
cage. You could hear the thuds of the punches landing. Down he fell on one knee gasping for 
breath. He took an eight count then managed to get to his feet, the ref cleaned his gloves and asked 
if he wanted to continue; he shook his head indicating that he had had enough. The ref stopped the 
fight at the one-minute mark of the first round. Lisa had her first win.

I watched the big mouth's fight. He too was unskilled, but he was so much bigger and stronger than 
his opponent, he had little trouble knocking out the poor overmatched kid by the end of the first 
round.

I went into the locker room after that and, as I dressed and warmed up for my fight, I could hear 
big mouth bragging that he was going to win the championship. He shouted to me over the lockers,

"You'd better tell your girlfriend to drop out now, or I'm going to beat her ass so badly that you 
won't recognize her."

A couple of his friends managed to quiet him down and get him out of there before we started a 
fight right then and there.

When it was my turn to fight, I exited the locker room alone. Since I had no second, I would be 
provided with one at ringside. I was surprised and pleased when upon entering the gym, Karen 
stepped in front of me and led me to the ring. As I climbed through the ropes I looked down and 
saw Lisa, sitting ringside clapping. She yelled good luck, blew me a kiss and mouthed "I Love 
You." At that moment, I felt on top of the world.

I had little trouble in my first fight. My opponent was a street fighter, not a boxer. For the whole 
first round I was content to throw jabs to his head, while blocking or making him miss in his 
attempts at offense. By the end of the round I could tell he was out of shape, his mouth was open 
trying to get as much air as possible. In my corner Karen wiped my face, told me I was doing
great, and that she would be very disappointed in me if I didn't knock him out in this round. I never 
wanted to disappoint a lady, so a minute into the round I followed up my jab with a left hook to his 
body and finished him with a right hook to the jaw. He crumbled at my feet. There was no way he 
was going to beat the count. I bent over and helped him to his feet; the ref raised my hand in 
victory, and Karen and I left the ring. After a quick shower, I dressed and met the girls in the 
almost deserted gym. Then, we walked arm in arm in arm, one girl on each side, back to their 
house for a little celebration.

We split a bottle of wine. Karen was in great spirits; I almost had the impression that she was 
going to join us in the bedroom. But at the appropriate moment, she said,

"You guys go have fun, I'll clean this up. Congratulations again you two; now get going."

When we got to the bedroom, I commented on Karen's behavior and demeanor.

"Lisa, Karen seemed in really great spirits tonight."

"Yes, I know, I think she's finally coming out of that protective shell she placed around herself."

"It's all because of you," I said. "You've really taken great care of her, and set a fine example for 
her."

"Thanks, but I think you have a lot to do with it as well. She's seeing first hand that not all guys are 
creeps and that there are some good ones out there, you just have to know how to find them."

Our love-making that night was intense; both of us were still on our adrenaline high. I held my 
own for as long as I could, but in the end Lisa was just too strong. I ended up on my back, with 
Lisa holding my arms over my head, her tits in my face, as she rode me to completion. Then we 
both collapsed from exhaustion and slept.


Chapter 5

The next morning I awoke first, eased myself out of bed, dressed, and let Lisa sleep in. I walked 
into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Karen was already there, sipping on a fresh cup. I 
thanked her and took one of my own then joined her at the table.

"You guys really went at it last night. It took me a while to calm myself down so I could fall 
asleep, if you know what I mean."

"Sorry about that. I guess it was the adrenaline from the fight."

"Don't be. You're the best thing that has ever happen to her. I was so afraid last year that she would 
let the hate she held in her heart for the creeps that raped me destroy her. I really thought she was 
going to kill someone."

"I understand what you're saying; I saw the pleasure in her eyes when she destroyed someone in 
the ring; myself included. She was almost sadistic in her behavior. Karen, you have to warn her 
about the guy she's going to fight next. He's a crazy bastard and large enough to hurt her badly. 
That's his intent."

"Don't worry, I'll tell her, but she won't have any trouble with him, I watched his first fight, He's 
big and strong, but slow and out of shape. He starts out slowly, almost waiting for his opponent to 
throw the first punch. He's a football player not a fighter. I'm more concerned with the finals. I
think that you're good enough to win your next two bouts, which would mean that you would face 
each other in the championship bout. I know you're good, but a good puncher usually beats a good 
boxer. I'm afraid first of all, that she may hurt you and secondly, that it will damage your 
relationship, and that would be devastating to her."

"We've already discussed the possibility that we'd meet in the finals. I've told her that the only way 
for it to damage our relationship is for her not to try her best to win. I will be trying my best. I 
promise you that whatever the outcome I will always love her. I'll let you in on a little secret; I 
think her beating me last year is what first drew me to her. I love the fact that she's so much 
stronger and tougher than me."

"Well, please be careful; I don't want to see you get hurt."

I leaned over the table, and kissed her on the cheek,

"Thank you for your concern; you really are a good sister."

"Hey, are you trying to put the moves on my sister."

Lisa stood at the doorway, dressed in her robe; smiling,

"What does a gal have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?"

We all laughed and sat around the table discussing the upcoming fights. Then, I went back to my 
dorm room; I had some studying to do.


Chapter 6

The quarterfinals were scheduled for Monday evening. Again we walked over to the gym, arm in 
arm in arm. Tonight we would fight in reverse order, which meant I would fight first and Lisa 
would fight last. Once again Karen was my second. Lisa was sitting at ringside cheering me on. It 
was a tough fight, but near the end of the fourth round the referee stopped the bout when he 
determined that my opponent could no longer defend himself. I was greeted, with a hug and a kiss 
when I returned to my corner. I couldn't help looking over to where Lisa was sitting, but her seat 
was vacant; she was already in the locker room getting ready.

"Great fight Bob. I've got to go to Lisa now. See you later."

She climbed out of the ring and ran to the women's locker room while I had my hand raised in 
victory. I hurried back to the men's locker room for a quick shower and got dressed. I didn't want 
to miss any of Lisa's bout. I got to ringside just as her opponent was getting into the ring. Big 
mouth looked even bigger and meaner than I remembered. He was pacing back and forth,

"Where's that chicken shit little girl? Is she too scared to come out of the locker room?"

I almost missed Lisa climb into the ring. She smiled down at me, and then glared at big mouth.

"I'm right here, big mouth. We'll see who's the chicken shit in a couple of minutes."

All through the referee's instructions they just stared at one another. Lisa had to look up and 
actually looked small compared to him. I was really beginning to worry.

They went back to their corners, Karen giving her last minute instructions.

Then the bell sounded.

Lisa practically ran out of her corner catching him only a couple of steps out of his. She hit him 
with a series of hard jabs, catching him on his left eye with each one, forcing him back into the 
corner. I'm not sure he even knew what was happening at this point. Out of instinct he threw his 
hands up to protect his face. That was all the opening that Lisa needed. With cruel intent, she 
buried left and right uppercuts into his soft belly and rib cage; each punch drawing a grunt out of 
his mouth. After the tenth uppercut, she backed off. He stood there momentarily, then sunk to his 
knees and fell face first to the canvas. He rolled into the fetal position, while the ref counted
him out. 

He didn't know it but he had gotten off lucky. Last year she would have held him against the ropes, 
and thrown a series of lefts and rights to his head, breaking his nose and rendering him 
unconscious before she quit. When her hand was raised in victory, she walked over to the beaten 
fighter and extended her hand to help him up. He looked up at her with fear in his eyes; then 
grabbed her glove as she helped him to his feet. When the announcer proclaimed Lisa the winner 
by knockout at twenty-three seconds of the first round, he lifted her hand in victory once again.

I think the only two people in the whole gym who weren't in a state of shock were Lisa and Karen. 
They hugged then left the ring. There was an eerie silence as I joined them on their walk back to 
the locker room. 

I thought to myself, 'I just hope she doesn't do that to me.'

After they came out of the locker room, I walked them to their house. We said our goodbyes at the 
door. We both had schoolwork to do, and I for one was feeling at little intimidated by the awesome 
display I had just witnessed. As I walked down the stairs, Karen put her arm around my shoulder.

"I know what you're thinking; don't let it get to you, you have one more fight to get through before 
Friday's finals. Besides you're a lot better than he was. I bet you would have done the same thing."

With that, I got another kiss on the cheek, and she turned and ran into the house.

Now I had more on my mind than just our next fights. What was happening with Karen? I'd have 
to be really careful not to encourage her, especially around her sister. That could be very bad for 
my health.


Chapter 7

After classes on Wednesday, I went over to Lisa and Karen's house. We had a light meal and 
walked over to the gym. Then, we all had a group hug, kissed and went to our respective locker 
rooms. Lisa's fight would be first, followed by mine. I had just finished warming up; I had a good 
sweat working, when the locker room door flew open. Lisa's opponent was being helped back into 
the locker room. His face was a mass of bruises; one eye was completely closed and the right side 
of his face was swollen. I could just imagine what had happened. She must have hit him with that 
powerful left jab until she closed that eye, then finished him off with a devastating left hook that 
sent him into never-never-land. At least she hadn't broken his nose. 

As I got ready to leave the locker room, I heard him call out to me, "I'd think twice about winning 
tonight if I were you."

I entered the gym; there was Karen ready to escort me to the ring.

"I see that Lisa had no problems winning her bout."

"Yeah, I think she felt sorry for the kid, she coasted through the first round only using the jab, then 
started the second with a left hook, he was out before he hit the canvass."

"Come on; let's win this one first before we discuss Lisa."

When we entered the ring, I could tell that this guy was a boxer, not a puncher. That meant I could 
worry a little less about getting knocked out but did have to worry about getting too far behind on 
points so that I'd have to go for a knockout. 

Karen said, "This guy is quick; he wins his fights by decisions, not knock outs. You have to get 
inside and pound his body to slow him down."

Round one began, with him coming out as the aggressor, trying to stick and move. My fight plan 
was to cut off the ring, catch him in the corner and pound away. The first two rounds were pretty 
even. Karen told me I was behind, so that I would not let up. In the third round I caught him in my 
corner and, with Karen yelling at me to finish him, I landed left and rights to the body until his 
guard came down and I caught him flush on the jaw. He sagged down the ropes, out cold. I threw 
my hands into the air and went to a neutral corner. The ref counted to ten and declared the fight 
over. I had won by a knockout in the third round. Lisa was at ringside by then, standing and 
cheering. I stood in the center of the ring as the referee raised my hand in victory. Karen ran up to 
me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I looked over at Lisa and she smiled, shrugged her shoulders 
and walked over to the join us as Karen and I left the ring. I gave her a big kiss and congratulated 
her on her win. 

I whispered, "What's happening with Karen?"

"I'm not sure; I'll talk to her tomorrow about it. As for tonight, go shower and get dressed; we have 
some celebrating to do."

While I was in the shower I thought about the finals. Lisa and I were going to have to fight each 
other; how do I always get myself in situations like this.

Karen said her goodbyes and headed for the library. We forgot about the wine, and headed for the 
bedroom. We both were pumped with adrenaline and our love-making lasted well into the night. 
Karen must have gotten home during our marathon session, but we never heard her come in. When 
I finally woke up the next morning I was alone in the bed. I dressed and walked out to the kitchen.
Karen and Lisa were having coffee and talking.

"Well, you didn't kill him after all."

"No, I figured I'd wait until tomorrow."

With that they almost fell off their chairs with laughter. I, on the other hand, was not amused. I had 
said in the past that I was not intimidated by Lisa's power and ability. I lied; I was scared to death 
to fight her again. But I had no choice.

"Karen and I have been talking; we both agree that it would be best if she was your second 
tomorrow. I think you will need her guidance more than I will."

I looked at both of them; that was an understatement if I ever heard one.

"Are you sure? What else have you two been talking about?"

"Just girl talk; I'll fill you in tomorrow after the fight. Now you better get that fine ass of yours 
home and rest up, you're going to need it."

I kissed Lisa good-bye and was a little surprised when Karen walked me to the door.

"Don't worry, I have a fight plan that I think will work on her. Meet me in the library tonight at 
7:00."

I spent the rest of the day thinking about Lisa, the fight, and Karen's plan.


Chapter 8

At 7:00, I walked into the library. There was Karen, waiting by the staircase that lead to the 
upstairs meeting rooms. She had booked a room from seven to eight o'clock. When she closed the 
door, I asked,

"OK, what is this plan of yours?"

"Sit down and listen. You have the perfect style to beat her. You are not only a very good boxer, 
but you also have plenty of knockout power. Last year, when you fought her, you tried to trade 
punches with her. You got tagged with a very good punch, which should have knocked you out. 
You survived that punch, but it left you vulnerable to her power. You remember the finals? That
guy had her beat, all he had to do was keep doing what he was doing and he would have won. But 
he got careless and he paid the price. She's never been in a fight longer than three rounds. If you 
can avoid her body shots by sticking your jab in her face for at least three full rounds, you will 
have the fight won on points' if you can stay away from her in the final round. Plus, I think you 
might be able to knock her out if she runs out of gas in the fourth. Everything depends on your 
ability to stick and move, avoid her body shots, and tie her up if she corners you on the ropes. If 
you don't I'm afraid we'll be picking you up off the floor again this year."

"Why are you helping me? You owe your sister so much; she's been so good to you."

"I know that, but I can't stand to see you get hurt again. I really like you' a lot. And if you can 
win, I'll have a favor to ask of you."

"What favor?"

"No, you'll have to win in order to find out."

With that, she stood up, kissed me and said, "Get some sleep; we'll meet you at the gym before the 
fight."

I went back to the dorm and lay in bed, thinking. It just might work; it was a long shot, but what 
else could I do. I couldn't go toe to toe with Lisa; she had proved that last year. If I could stay 
away, avoid getting hit, rack up as many points as I could early in the fight, I just might be able 
frustrate her enough and tire her out to the point where I could win either by staying away or going 
for the knockout late in the fourth. But, what was the favor Karen wanted in return?


Chapter 9

The next day I went for a run as usual before a fight. When I returned I saw that my dorm had put 
a banner in the hall: "Go Bob ' Beat Her Ass!" I shook my head, laughed and returned to my 
room. At the predetermined time I walked over to the gym. There were Lisa and Karen waiting for 
me. I kissed Lisa long and hard.

"Remember, I love you and I'll always love you. I'm counting on you to fight your best; all I ask is 
that you try not to break anything."

She smiled and said, "I love you, too. And I promise."

With that said, we shook hands and went to our locker rooms. When it was time, Karen led me to 
the ring. I was the first to arrive. Karen went over the fight plan again while we waited for Lisa. 
The applause from the crowd was loud, with the usual mixture of wolf whistles and catcalls, as she 
entered the ring and removed her robe. I half expected her to be topless, just to remind me of last
year. The referee called us to the center of the ring for the final instructions. The whole time we 
looked into each other's eyes, not trying to stare one another down, not to intimidate, but on the 
contrary to assure the other that whatever happened, we would still love each other. When the ref
finished, he told us to touch gloves and come out fighting. 

I bet that was the only time that two fighters ever kissed before a fight. The crowd went crazy. We 
almost didn't hear the bell starting round one. 

I came out fast and stuck my jab into her face, then backed off quickly before she could retaliate. 
Again and again I hit her with my jab as she stalked me around the ring, trying to catch me on the 
ropes. Just before the end of the first round she finally cornered me. I let her throw a couple of 
hard body shots which I blocked with my elbows, then instead of trying to fight off the ropes, I 
threw my arms around her, spun her around and tied her up until the ref forced us to break. I 
stepped back a couple of steps and caught her in the face with a couple of jabs just as the bell 
sounded and walked back to my corner. 

Karen wiped my face, gave me a mouthful of water, and said, "Great job out there, that round is 
yours, do the same thing for the next two rounds and the fight will be yours."

The bell sounded starting round two. I could see the frustration beginning to show on Lisa's face as 
I continued to hit her with my jab and then backed away either to the left or right. I couldn't be 
predictable. If I was, she would eventually catch me. She had the power to end it with one punch, 
with either hand. I had to keep moving. I felt a little like prey being let loose in the arena for the 
gladiators to kill. She stalked me for the whole round, but I was the one who was scoring points. 
As the bell sounded ending the round, I could see that my jabs were beginning to take their toll on 
her pretty face. A bump was beginning to swell under her left eye and her nose had a trickle of
blood running into her mouth.

"You're doing great; she's beginning to get frustrated out there. Keep it up. That round is yours as 
well. Watch out this round she's going to come out like a wounded rhino. Be ready for it, jab and 
move. Let her chase you around the ring. And don't get caught on the ropes."

Karen was right, Lisa charged out of her corner throwing heavy shots with both hands. But she 
didn't land anything. I continued to jab and run, and if she did manage to catch me, I would tie her 
up and force the ref to break us up. By the end of the third round Lisa's mouth was open as she 
gasped for air. She was running out of gas. Some people in the crowd were booing my tactics; they 
were here to see Lisa beat me into the canvass. I could care less what they thought. They weren't in 
the ring; they weren't fighting this blonde Amazon who was capable of putting my lights out at any 
moment. When the bell rang ending the third round, Lisa turned, her shoulders drooped, and 
headed back to her corner. I walked back to Karen, my head held high.

"One more round to go. You're way ahead on points, just keep doing what you're doing. Don't try 
for a knock out, you'll get the decision on rounds. Just stick and move."

We started the final round by touching gloves. I started out fast, jabbing and moving. Lisa 
continued to absorb the punishment hoping to trap me on the ropes. We continued this same 
pattern; I started getting a little over confident and began throwing combinations in an effort to 
knock her out. Karen was screaming in my corner to move out, to jab and move.

"One minute left," she called.

That's when I got careless, and got caught in the ribs with a left hook. She followed up with a right 
which, if it had landed, would have ended the fight. I tried to get away, but slipped into the corner. 
Lisa had me trapped; she began to pound me with lefts and rights to my body.

"Thirty seconds, get out of there."

I knew what to do, but I just couldn't get my legs to cooperate. I still had my guard up high. I could 
see Lisa in front of me smiling, she looked directly into my eyes and pursed her lips and threw me 
a kiss. Then she proceeded to pound my arms and shoulders with booming lefts and rights. They 
sounded good, they hurt like hell, but they were not going to take me out.

"Ten seconds, get out of there."

There was no being saved by the bell; if I went down I'd have to beat the count. Lisa continued to 
pound me as if I was the heavy bag in her workout. My ribs were screaming at me to fall; to end 
the pain, but I managed to stay on my feet until the bell sounded.

As I slid down the ropes Lisa picked me up and held me close to her, until Karen could get a stool 
under me. The crowd was standing cheering us both. We had given our all for four rounds. Now 
the decision would be left to the judges. When the judges had made their decision the ref called us 
to the center of the ring, we both looked like hell. Lisa's left eye was completely shut, and her nose 
was still bleeding. I looked like my body had been run over by a truck; both of my sides were 
black and blue and I was in a lot of pain ' so much so that Karen had to hold me steady or I would 
have fallen.

"The winner and new champion, Robert Wilson!" The ref raised my hand in victory.

After the ceremonies and picture taking, Lisa and Karen helped me back to the locker room.

"We can't go in there, Lisa," Karen said.

"Sure we can, the gym is practically deserted and Bob was the only male fighter tonight. Who else 
is going to be using the locker room?"

Lisa, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't ask questions just play along; I'll explain later."

"I can stay outside and make sure no one comes in."

"Don't be silly, I can't do this alone. You're going to have to help me get him undressed and 
washed up. Come on."

With one girl on each side keeping me upright, we entered the locker room. They sat me in front of 
my locker. While Karen removed my socks and sneakers, Lisa helped me get my shirt up over my 
head; then Lisa helped me stand.

"Well, get his shorts off, Karen, we have to get him into the shower."

"Lisa! I can't do that!"

"Sure you can; just grab them on either both sides and pull. Just do it!"

Karen did as she was told; my shorts and briefs came down in one quick motion.

Sitting me back down, Lisa said, "Good, now take off your clothes; and let's get him in the 
shower."

"Lisa!"

"I can't hold him up and wash him at the same time and you can't get your clothes wet; you don't 
have anything else to wear. Hurry!"

Lisa quickly got naked. Karen, after a brief hesitation, undressed as well.

Even though they were sisters, their bodies couldn't have been more different. Lisa was big, well 
muscled and full-figured, while Karen was a few inches shorter, lean with small breasts, narrow 
hips, a cute little ass, and long well-formed legs. They guided me into the showers. The fact that I 
was taking a shower with not one but two beautiful women was having its effect on my cock.
I was fully erect, even though the rest of my body was protesting, not now, no way.

Lisa held me by the shoulders, while Karen soaped up my body. As she neared my cock she 
hesitated, started down my legs.

"I think you missed a spot," Lisa said.

"Lisa I can't."

"You have to; it's time."

I just continued to look up at Lisa, then I felt Karen's hands begin to slowly, but very thoroughly 
wash my cock and balls. I was very close to cumming when she stopped, stood up, and left the 
shower.

Lisa whispered in my ear, "Thank you. I think she's almost ready for the final step."

We left the shower, dried off, and returned to the locker; Karen had already dressed and was 
waiting outside. We dressed quickly, and after an amazing recovery, the three of us walked back to 
their house.


Chapter 10

After a brief celebration, Karen retired to her room and Lisa and I went to hers. Because my ribs 
were really sore, Lisa had me lay on my back and crawling up between my legs and gave me a 
terrific blowjob. I came quickly, having been primed in the shower. Lisa smacked her lips,

"There's nothing like a protein shake after a tough work out."

Then she climbed up and eased down on my still erect cock. She rode me, gently, her eyes closed, 
her breathing slow and steady. She was using me for her own pleasure, but I certainly was 
complaining. I felt her orgasms as they came, her pussy pulsating; then, she began tightening her 
internal muscles, milking me until I couldn't hold out any longer. We both came. After a moment
she climbed off me, went out to the bathroom, and came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned us 
both. She returned to bed, and we held each other. I lay there quietly for several minutes, not sure 
how I was going to ask the question that had been on my mind since the end of the fight.

"Lisa, why did you let me win? We both know you had me in real trouble in that last round. I've 
seen you knock out half a dozen guys in less time than you had me in that corner. Yet you choose 
to continue to work my body, even pounding my arms and shoulders rather than to go to my head. 
You should be the champion not me."

"Bobby, I had my turn last year; when I really needed to beat everyone; to punish those guys that 
almost took away my sister from me. You had fought so well, you beat me for almost the entire 
fight. I was trying my best and you found a way to beat me. If you hadn't gotten over-confident in 
that last minute I would have lost all four rounds. I couldn't see myself taking that away from you. 
Besides, you asked me not to break anything and I didn't want to hit that cute little nose of yours."

"I think you came close to breaking a couple of my ribs."

"I had to make it look good. I never wanted to hear that you won because it let you win."

"Thank you. I love you so much."

"And I love you too. I have a favor to ask of you. It's actually a favor that Karen asked me to ask of 
you. After tonight I think she's finally ready. I want you to make love to her. She's scared that if 
she's ever with a man, that all those feelings, the long hidden memories, will come to the surface. 
She wants to love again, but she needs to know beforehand that she won't freak out with her lover. 
Will you do this for her; for me?"

After a few moments, I looked into her eyes and exhaled deeply and said,

"I'll do want you want only after you answer one question: will you marry me?"

She was quiet for a moment, a stunned look on her face, almost as if she didn't understand the 
question. Then she burst into tears at the same time that her face lit up with her dazzling smile and 
said,

"Oh my god, yes! Are you sure? I love you. I never thought any man could love a woman like me. 
I've got to tell Karen"

She ran out of the room, still naked, and into Karen's. After a couple of seconds I heard them both 
scream. Then they burst into the room, jumped on the bed and smothered me with kisses. After a 
few minutes, Karen got up off the bed and with a slight blush on her face said,

"Thank you, Bob. Now I'll leave you two love birds alone; see you in the morning."

Next morning, I woke up first. I looked over at Lisa; her face was angelic, all except for the shiner 
she was sporting. At least the swelling had gone down. I gently lifted the sheet, and paid homage 
to her body, returning last night's oral pleasures. I knew she was awake when I felt her hands grab 
the back of my head and try to stuff it inside of her. With a shudder and a sigh, she came; then, she 
pulled me up to kiss me and lick her juices off my face. 

"I could get very used to being awakened like that, husband-to-be."

"I could get very used to doing it, wife-to-be."

"Let's get up and have breakfast; I want to discuss the details of the Karen situation with her."

We dressed and went to the kitchen. Karen was up before us as usual, and had the coffee made.

"How are you guys feeling this morning? Lisa, you look like you ran into a wall, face first."

"No thanks to you, traitor!" Lisa joked.

We all had a good laugh, and settled around the table with our coffee. The atmosphere, however, 
was anything but tranquil. The question nobody wanted to bring up was; how and when are Karen 
and I going to get together? Finally, Lisa couldn't stand the tension any longer.

"OK, I'll say it; we have to make arrangements for you two to get together. I don't think we should 
drag this out any longer than necessary. So how would this be? This evening, I'm going to go the 
library and catch up on some reading. Why don't the two of you have dinner together, a nice bottle 
of wine, and then see where nature takes you? Bob, I want you to plan on spending the night with 
her. You be good to her, she's the only sister I have. Karen, just remember that I love you and I 
want the only the best for you. I'll see you guys at breakfast in the morning."


Chapter 11

We all did our own things for much of the day. I shaved and showered around 3:00. Karen and 
Lisa were in her room doing what sisters do when preparing for a date. I saw Karen head into the 
shower at 4:00 and then she returned to her room. At 5:30, they exited her room; Lisa picked up 
her books and headed out the door.

Karen and I headed to the kitchen. We fixed a large salad and some cheese and crackers; neither of 
us were in the mood to cook. I opened the bottle of wine, poured two glasses, handed one to her 
and proposed a toast.

"To the best boxing coach and future sister-in-law a guy could ever hope for."

We touched glasses, and sipped our wine. The salad and wine and cheese were great, but the air 
was filled with tension.

"Come on I said, let's clean up the dishes. We'll finish the wine, sit on the sofa and we can spend 
the rest of the evening just talking if you want."

That's how the evening started; we talked about the fight, her growing up, and her life with Lisa. 
How she first got interested in boxing. She even told me that when they were growing up, that she 
and Lisa used to spar together, until Lisa became too much for her to handle. I took her hand, and 
slowly, carefully began to stroke it. Soon, she placed the hand on my leg. She kissed me, sisterly at 
first, then with more passion. Soon our tongues were dueling for supremacy and our hands were 
seeking those more intimate of places. Then she broke away from me, stood and took me by the 
hand.

"Come on, I can't stand it anymore."

When we got to her room, the bed was down, a couple of candles where on the dresser ready to be 
lit, and like magic soft music started to play. She lit the candles and started to unbutton my shirt. I 
helped her and soon my shirt was on the floor. Then it was my turn; I unbuttoned her shirt, kissing 
her neck as I lowered it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were like small 
pebbles, begging to be sucked. I bent over and took one in between my lips, then the other, a moan 
escaped her lips as my hands found the snap of her jeans.

I lowered her jeans to the floor and helped her out of them, and then kneeling in front of her I 
hooked my fingers into the tops of her panties and pulled them off as well. I gently kissed her 
pussy, just for a moment, and then stood up. Her hands attacked my jeans and pulled them off me. 
I had left the briefs off, so there I stood fully erect. She took me in her hand and pulled me to the 
bed.

"Please, Bobby, hurry before I change my mind."

I moved on top of her, slipped my hand over her pussy in order to make sure she was ready, and 
then gently entered her. She arched her back and hissed as I entered her. I gave her a couple of 
moments to get used to the feeling, then proceeded to make slow gentle love to this extraordinary 
woman. I can't tell you how many times we did it that night. It seemed that once the doors were
opened, all of her locked up passion was released. It was as if she was trying to make up for the 
last three years that had been taken away from her. Several times during the night we fell asleep in 
each other's arms, and then she awakened me orally. The woman was insatiable' and loud. She 
was a screamer.

When we awoke the next morning, we took a shower together, taking extra care to make sure all 
the best parts were clean. When we got out of the shower, I could tell that Lisa was up because I 
could smell the coffee.

We walked into the kitchen; there was Lisa, dressed in next to nothing.

"You guys sure sounded like you had a good time last night!"

"I'm sorry, Lisa," Karen told her, "but yes, we certainly did. Thank you, thank you for everything!"

"You," she said pointing her finger at me, "get yourself a cup of coffee and meet me in the 
bedroom in two minutes. Don't make me come and get you!"

With that she walked out of the kitchen. I gulped down a cup of coffee and headed to the bedroom.

"Good Luck," Karen said as I left and headed for the bedroom, "I think you're going to need it."


Epilog

We got married six months later. It was a large wedding held at the family estate. It seemed Daddy 
owned several large and highly successful automobile dealerships. Who knew the family was rich? 
After we got back from our honeymoon, I went to work at one of Daddy's dealerships. I had a 
knack for selling cars. I think we surprised her parents a little when we choose to buy a relatively 
modest house out in the country. It was an old farmhouse with a large barn. We set up a large 
workout room, complete with free weights and a boxing ring. We also have a spare bedroom set up 
for Karen, who spends a lot of time at our place. We often have our own mini tournaments. My 
father-in-law has stopped asking how I got my latest black eye; I don't think he really wants to 
know anymore. I've spent many a Friday night on my back staring up at the barn roof, wondering 
what happened.

Inside the barn, on one of the walls by the ring, hang two large pictures. The first is titled, "Lisa, 
the Amazon Destroyer." It was taken right after our first fight. Lisa, naked from the waist up, has 
her hand raised high by the referee in victory; I'm on the other side being held steady, one eye 
closed,
my face covered in my own blood from my busted nose. The second is titled "Revenge;" my hand 
is being held aloft by the ref, I have my arm over Karen's shoulder as she struggles to keep me 
upright; Lisa is on the other side of the ref, her left eye all but closed, blood trickling out of her 
nose, but with a big smile on her face.

The End

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