The Amazon Combat Arena 
By Submissive Romantic 



Edited by michael-leonard

Author's Note:

This story was written as a tribute to some of the authors that influenced my
writing and some of the stories that I enjoyed again and again over the years.
I particularly wish to thank:

Coedboxer - Sparing Partner 1 & 2 (This is a continuation of that story.)

Roger Downs & Al Harder - The Amaflix Story & Joanne

BOS - Light Switch I & II

Dragon - Fembox I

I freely admit that I borrowed unashamedly from their writings when telling
this story.

Prologue:

"Julio, you've got to pull that jab back quicker or a better fighter is going
to be feeding you leather," Mike shouted as he studied the two fighters in the
ring. "Don't make me come in there to prove it to you."

Mike was the instructor and the night manager of The Power House, a gym for
boxers and those serious about fitness and improving their bodies. He'd had a
reasonably successful amateur career, but when he indicated that he wanted to
turn pro, Gus, his trainer and good friend, had urged him to reconsider.

"Mike, you're pretty good," he said, "Probably the best student of boxing that
I've ever trained; but you don't have the intensity and the tools you need to
fight at the pro level. I like you too much to see you become a palooka. You'd
be better off as an instructor. Teach those that have the tools and the desire
to be a pro fighter; you give them the skills they need."

"Mike, telephone," Angie, the owner's daughter, shouted from the doorway of
the shabby business office as she hung the handset with the long stretched-out
cord on a nail just to the right of the door.

"Yea, this is Mike."

"Mike, this is Jake. That woman you asked me to keep an eye out for is here in
my gym."

Momentarily, Mike was confused, but then he remembered who Jake was talking
about. It had been nearly two years since he had last seen her and he had
assumed that she had left the area.

"Jake, keep her there; I'll be there in about ten minutes. Don't let her
leave."

"I don't think there's a guy in this gym that can keep her from doing what she
wants to do; if she wants to leave, I for one will not stand in her way. If
you want to see her you'd better hurry; she's already gone through two
sparring partners, and I believe there are only two more who have signed up
for her tryout."

Mike practically ran into the office and hung up the phone.

"Angie, I've got to go out for a couple of hours, I'll be back to close up
this evening." He ran out of the office before she could mount an argument and
got into his car. As he drove across town his thoughts drifted back to the
first time he had met her...

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It had been a long day, he was tired and all he wanted was to close up for the
night. The gym was deserted; he was just cleaning up a little before he locked
up for the evening when she walked in.

"I'm sorry you can't work out...."

"Don't tell me I can't work out here, I have every right to work out here.
What are you a male chauvinist pig or something? I've been boxing for years
and I could probably kick the asses of most of the guys that train here."

"Listen lady, I don't care how long you've been boxing; it's late, I'm tired,
and I just want to close up. And besides, I've yet to meet the woman that can
beat a man in the ring."

"No you listen, Bubba; why don't we settle this in the ring. If I win I get to
work out for an hour, if you win I pick up my stuff and leave."

Without waiting for his answer she took off her jacket, removed a pair of
gloves and wraps from her bag, and climbed between the ropes.

Mike was certainly impressed by her athletic body. At about five feet ten
inches she was two inches taller than him, and probably weighed in at around
one hundred fifty pounds. She was real easy on the eyes. If she wasn't so
obnoxious he would have asked her to join him for a drink. Instead, knowing
that he had no other choice than to indulge her in the ring, he grabbed a pair
of gloves and wraps, and climbed in after her.

He set the alarm for two-minute rounds and waited for the sound of the bell.
He would take it easy on her, not wishing to hurt her and run the risk of
legal trouble down the road. By the end of the first round, however, he had
changed his mind about her abilities. She was no creampuff. She had hit him
with several solid shots and had him in trouble near the end of the first
round.

By the end of the second round, if the fight was being judged, he would be
ahead on points. But she had taken his best punches and had kept pressing
forward. As he gazed across the ring, admiring the female warrior resting her
arms on the top rope, he became aware that he was becoming erect, and his gym
shorts failed to hide his obvious arousal.

Just before the start of the next round, she shouted across the ring, "I see
you enjoy hitting a woman; I hope you enjoy it as much when I beat your ass
into the canvass."

Near the end of the third round he caught her with a clean left hook and a
solid straight right, which put her on the canvass. As he counted her out, he
experienced a very satisfying orgasm. He helped her to her feet and onto a
stool as she slowly recovered. She spied the wet spot on his shorts and
smirked.

"I see beating up a woman gets you off. Well I hope you enjoyed it, because
I'll be back and we'll see if you equally enjoy getting your ass kicked."

With that she stormed out of the gym and he all but forgot about the incident.
It was more than six months later while he was working out after a
particularly stressful day that he heard a voice call out.

"If it isn't Bubba. I told you I'd be back; this time we'll see if you get off
on getting your ass kicked by a woman. I've been training hard since our last
fight and I think it will turn out a lot different this time."

Mike stood admiring her as she shed her sweats and climbed into the ring. She
had looked good the last time he saw her; now she looked magnificent. Her
shoulders and arms appeared thicker than before and the thickness around her
middle had disappeared revealing a set of well-defined abs. Was it just his
imagination, or did she appear to be a little taller now as well?

"Same rules as before," he said as he set the timer.

When the bell sounded for the first round she came out more cautiously, and
with a look of intense concentration. He threw a couple of jabs just feeling
her out and was shocked when he was rocked with a solid right hook. She
pressed her advantage for the entire first round putting him on defense
fighting for his life.

When the bell ended her onslaught, she walked confidently back to her corner
saying, "I told you I been training hard. This time I think you're the one
who's going to end up on the canvass."

The second round was no better for Mike. She proved to be a lot stronger than
him, and seemed impervious to his best punches. Just before the end of the
second round, she caught him in his corner and pounded away at his body,
trying to bring his guard down so she could end the fight. When the bell
sounded she turned and walked back to her corner. Mike just leaned back
against the ropes; he had not even heard the bell over the ringing in his ears
from the brutal beating he was enduring. He had recovered slightly but was
still in trouble when the bell sounded for the third and most likely final
round.

"It won't be long now. I see you're enjoying this fight as much as the last
one," she taunted him, indicating the tenting of his shorts and the small wet
spot that had already appeared.

She forced him back into his corner with a series of solid jabs, easily
penetrating his meager defense.

"I think it's almost time for you to cum," she said." I'm going to keep
beating you until you do."

Left and right uppercuts banged into his body. He was practically out on his
feet; her brutal body shots the only thing keeping him upright.

"Okay, I think I want you to cum now."

She threw a left jab that knocked his gloves away from his face just long
enough for her to launch a perfect right hook that landed with cruel intent on
his left cheek. His head twisted with the power of the punch, his legs
collapsed, and he felt his body slide down the front of hers. His face moved
down the valley formed by her firm breasts, down her washboard abs, and ended
its slide between her muscular thighs. The aroma of her arousal was apparent,
for she had orgasmed several times during the fight.

Just as she stepped back allowing him to fall forward towards the mat, he felt
his body being rocked by an explosive orgasm that sent cum rocketing through
his still-erect cock and into his shorts.

She didn't even bother to count as she removed her gloves and wraps. "I'm glad
you enjoyed yourself; maybe we can do this again sometime."

With that she left the ring and walked out of his gym ... and, seemingly, out
of his life.

Chapter 1

Mike came out of his day-dream just as he approached Jake's Gym. He found a
parking space right in front of the place; he parked his ten year old Honda
Civic and walked swiftly into the relative darkness of the old time-style,
single-ring gym. Jake was there to meet him.

"That her?"

Mike looked up at the blonde standing in her corner. Her back was to him so he
couldn't be sure. His gaze was drawn to the fighter sitting on the stool in
the opposite corner. He didn't look good. His corner man was applying an ice
bag to his left eye, desperately trying to bring down swelling that had all
but shut the eye. There was blood running out of his nose, some of which was
smeared all over his face and chest.

At that point his attention was drawn back to the blonde; she had just turned
around and was using the upper rope to stretch her obviously heavy muscled
shoulders and arms.

"Bubba, is that you? I was just thinking about you. Why don't you get changed
and put on some gloves."

"I just came here to talk."

"Okay. This won't take long; I'll see you in a couple of minutes."

It took less than a minute. The bell rang and she practically ran across the
ring, catching her already-defeated opponent still in his corner. Several hard
uppercuts to his ribs brought down his guard and a savage left hook sent him
down to the canvass. The referee started his count as she calmly walked back
to her corner, removing her gloves and wraps as she went. She was out of the
ring and standing directly in front of him as the ref reached the end of his
count.

"So, you wanted to talk?"

"Yeah, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"Make it a beer and you got a date. Just let me wash off this blood and clean
up a little first."

As she turned towards the women's locker room, Mike realized that he was
actual a little shaky, such was the overpowering sexuality that she possessed.
She was at least three inches taller and judging from her muscularity at least
thirty pounds heavier than him.

Twenty minutes later, she came out of the locker room, dressed in jeans and a
tight tee-shirt that did little to hide her obvious assets. Mike turned to her
saying,

"Since we're not dressed for the Ritz, why don't we just walk down the street
to the corner bar? It's not much to look at, but the beer is ice cold and the
burgers are big and juicy."

"That sounds good to me," she said as she reached into her pocket and handed
Jake a handful of her business cards.

"Tell those guys that they passed the first audition and if they want to earn
some extra money they can reach me at that number."

When they reached the pub, they found themselves a corner booth and put in an
order for a couple of drafts and a couple of burgers.

"You know we've never been properly introduced; I'm Mike."

"I'm Karla; it's a pleasure to meet you. We'll just forget about those
previous encounters and start fresh. Okay?"

"Alright. What was that all about back at Jake's?

"I came here for a couple of reasons; first of all I'm looking for some
fighters to work in my gym," she said, handing him her card.

"The Amazon Combat Arena," he read. "That sounds intriguing, what's it all
about?"

"We promote physical combat between men and women; boxing, wrestling, and
martial arts. I'm always on the lookout for new talent.

There was a break in the conversation as the bartender brought over their
beer.

"Mmmm that's good," she sighed after a healthy swallow, "just what I needed
after a good workout."

"Karla, you said there was another reason why you came here today."

"There is Mike; I'm also looking for a new boxing instructor. That used to be
my job, but I'm just too busy to give the proper attention that the position
requires. I'm ashamed to say it but, because I wasn't aware of how much one of
my female fighters had improved, I put her in the ring against a novice
fighter. She ended up beating him pretty badly. It's lucky for me that he's a
really nice guy and accepted my apology and agreed to stay on and not sue me.

"My plan was to stop by your place after I got finished at Jake's. I figured
I'd see if there were any prospective fighters that I could use, but more
importantly I was coming to see you."

Just then their burgers came and the conversation was put on pause.

"This burger is delicious and so juicy; it's almost decadent. I can imagine
what my conditioning instructor would say if she knew I was eating something
like this."

As they ordered a second round of beers, Karla reached into her bag for an
envelope and handed it to Mike.

"Mike, before you open it I just want to thank you. It was you who got me into
this business and showed me where the real money was to be made. Our first
fight confirmed something I instinctively knew: that there was something
sexual in women fighting men. Even though I lost that first fight, I was so
turned-on by the end of it that I just had to get out of there before it
turned into something I wasn't ready for. It was obvious that you were
turned-on as well.

"The second fight was the real eye opener for me. Even though you were getting
your ass kicked -- sorry but there's no other way to put it -- you were still
highly aroused, to the point where you erupted even as you were heading to the
canvass."

At that point Mike could feel the heat on his face. His cheeks were flushed
from embarrassment.

"Mike, don't be embarrassed; you can't imagine how many times I came during
that fight. On the way home I began to wonder how many men -- and women for
that matter -- would watch a mixed boxing match just for its sexual appeal
alone. That's when I started to investigate the possibility of turning my
fledgling gym up in the hills into a venue for showcasing females in various
forms of combat with men.

"When I heard about the mega-dollars that the headline boxers generate on a
pay-per-view basis, I knew that's where I wanted to take my company. I sunk
every penny my parents left me into this new venture. I hired a computer whiz
who set up the systems, a director of photography to create the product, and
about twenty men and women to provide the content. These were actual fights,
both boxing and wrestling. At first we just recorded the fights and built up
inventory. When I felt I had enough content, I started advertising in men's
magazines, in fitness magazines, and on some porn sites. At first we sold
individual fights on DVDs, then I started a monthly subscription service
giving access to most of our library, with an extra pay-per view fee for our
premium fights. It started slowly at first, but in the last year it's really
taken off worldwide. Our current membership is over a million viewers, in
addition to pay-per-view specials."

"Where do I fit into this picture?" As he asked, he glanced down at the
envelope inscribed with his name, "Mike Wilson".

'How did she know my name? We just introduced ourselves a few minutes ago.'

Seeing the puzzled look on his face as he stared at the envelope, Karla
commented. "I had you thoroughly checked-out before I came here, Mike. I don't
hire just anyone for my company. I've worked too hard and invested too much
money to endanger it in any way. I spoke to Gus Brown personally. He gave you
a glowing recommendation by the way. Go on, open it."

Mike finally awoke out of his stupor, opened the envelope, and pulled out a
two-page letter. It was a job offer to be the boxing instructor for the Amazon
Combat Arena. What shocked him was the salary he was offered. 'That can't be
right, must be a typo.'

He was about to question her when Karla said, "That's not a mistake, that's
your monthly salary."

"Monthly? That's more than I make in a year."

"I know $10,000 a month sounds like a lot, but I'm asking you to supervise and
train twenty women and approximately fifteen men at any one time. Plus you'll
be asked to assist the mixed martial arts instructor teaching some of her
weaker strikers how to punch and how to defend against strikers. You'll also
be entitled to royalties from any of the fight films that you participate in."

"Fight films?

"Sure. All of my employees, including myself, are regularly scheduled for
fights that are added to our inventory. And when you're not fighting or
training anyone, you'll be following a strict workout routine designed by our
strength and nutrition coach. Basically, once you sign on, your ass is mine."

"You know that part of my compensation at The Power House includes use of the
apartment in the back of the gym."

"You call that an apartment; I'd call it more like a closet. Don't worry; I
have plenty of room in my place. All of my management team lives together in a
house I own. We work together, eat together and play together."

"OK, OK. Do you have a pen?"

"Wonderful. Welcome aboard Mike, I'm so glad you accepted my offer."

"How could I refuse? Now, I just have to give my two-week notice to my boss.
He'll either ask me to stay on until he finds my replacement, or he'll fire me
on the spot and tell me to move by the end of the day."

"No problem. If he fires you just come to the Arena; here are the directions."

After finishing their beers -- and a brief disagreement over who would pay,
which Mike was finally forced to concede to her will -- they walked back to
Jake's. They stopped next to his car and Mike offered his hand. Karla took it
in hers, but instead of shaking it she pulled him into a bear-hug embrace and
whispered, "Mike, I assure you: you won't regret coming to work for me."

Karla then picked up her gym bag, turned, and walked down the street. Mike
watched her for a moment and then unlocked his car. He was just about to pull
out when a shiny black Dodge Charger Hellcat pulled up next to him, paused,
and then laid a patch of rubber nearly all the way back to the bar.

Chapter Two

When Mike returned to the gym, he made a call to his boss. After enduring five
minutes of yelling and screaming and being called an ungrateful bastard, he
was told he was fired and that he should clean his stuff out of the apartment
by the end of the next day.

By noon the next day Mike had his clothes and personal effects in the back
seat of his car and was heading out of the city. He soon found himself driving
through the affluent suburbs north of the city. It took an additional half an
hour for him to leave the developments behind. He almost missed his final
turn, taking him off a country road and onto what turned out to be a long,
tree-lined, driveway. After a thousand yards the trees thinned out and he
entered a clearing. Ahead was a huge warehouse-like building; a large sign
over the front door read The Amazon Combat Arena. To his left he could see a
large house, which would fit in perfectly on a family farm in Iowa. Looking
around the sides of the Arena, Mike could see at least a dozen small cottages.

Mike parked in front of the big building and went inside in search of Karla.
Once inside he was overwhelmed. It was brightly lit and had room for three
professional sized rings for boxing or wrestling, plus a full-sized octagon.
There were also areas with circuit training machines, treadmills and
stationary bikes, free weights, heavy- and speed-bags, and matted areas for
floor exercising and stretching. To his left, against one wall, he spotted a
series of doorways, which he assumed led to offices.

As he approached his assumption proved correct. It resembled a medical office,
with a small sliding glass window next to the door. A pretty blond sat at a
desk on the other side of the glass, which she slid open to greet him.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Karla. My name is Mike Wilson."

"Mike, Karla told us to expect you. Come on in."

When Mike reached for the door handle he heard a buzzing and the clank of a
lock snapping free. Entering the office he was again impressed over the crisp
clean profession décor of the reception area.

"Have a seat, Mike, Karla will be out in a couple of minutes."

Before Mike took a seat he scanned the rest of the office, besides the
receptionist there were two other people visible. One was a small, nerdy
looking guy, who was busy pounding away on a keyboard, only occasionally
glancing at first one screen and then the other screen perched in front of
him. The other person, a cute brunette, sat at her desk. There were two large
monitors mounted on a frame on one corner of her desk. A remote keyboard sat
in her lap as she leaned back in her oversized chair typing furiously.

After only a minute, Karla emerged and said, "Mike, it's good to see you
again. Come on in, I've got some papers for you to sign and then I'll give you
a tour of our facilities."

He followed her as she entered her office. He had to chuckle as he read the
back of her tee-shirt. It was a picture of a heavily muscled female boxer,
standing over an equally strong looking male who had obviously been severely
beaten by the female. The quote over the picture read, "A hard man is good to
beat".

She went around her desk and sat across from him. Pulling out two copies of an
employment contract, she said, "Read it if you want but basically it
formalizes the offer sheet we already discussed. You'll be getting the
winner's royalty rate, 10%, on all videos you participate in; in those in
which you act as referee, you get 1%. Your salary will be $10,000 a month,
plus medical coverage, plus two weeks vacation, ten holidays, and room and
board."

For Mike it was a no brainer; taking the offered pen, he signed both copies.
Karla, in turn, signed both copies, handed him one for his files, and kept one
copy for herself.

"Welcome aboard, Mike. I think, for the most part, you're going to enjoy
working here. If you keep an open mind, train hard, and obey the rules you'll
make a lot of money and be around for a long time. Now come on lets walk
around; I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew."

In the outer office, they walked up to each of the employees.

"This is Ira, he's our accountant. He's in charge of payroll and royalties.
Ira, this is Mike, he's our new Boxing Instructor.

"Pleased to meet you Mike. When you get done with your tour, please come see
me; I have a bunch of employment forms for you to fill out."

"Over here is Cathy; she's our computer guru. She's in charge of
cyber-security and her rules are to be followed without question. Our
computers are our life blood, and the most vulnerable part of our business."

The small brunette looked up from her keyboard. "Hi Mike, I'm looking forward
to working with you."

Mike was impressed with the firmness of her grip. He thought to himself, 'she
maybe petite, but she certainly appears to be athletically built'.

"And this is Linda. She's our receptionist and my personal administrative
assistant. Linda keeps me grounded and on my toes at all times."

Getting up from her chair, Linda extended her hand in greeting. "It's good to
finally meet you Mike. Karla has been telling us all about you; it's good to
have a face to go along with the stories."

Mike was a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of the woman; she was at least
six feet tall, but it was her arms and shoulders that impressed him the most,
both of which were much bigger than his own.

Karla took him by the arm and steered him out the door and into the gym.

"Linda is one of our best wrestlers; her videos are best-sellers in that
category."

"She's one of your wrestlers?"

"Sure, all of our employees, office personnel included, are also fighters. All
except Ira that is; I've been trying to get him into the ring but so far he's
refused. Every time I confront him with it, he gives me the same response:
'You need me both physically and mentally at my best. You wouldn't want me
paying a vender more than he's entitled to, or an employee more than they're
due. If I get into the ring with one of your Amazons there's no limit as to
how badly I could get hurt; maybe permanently mentally impaired.'"

"I know he's right; but I'd still like to get my arms around him and just
squeeze."

"Wait... not box him."

"Heavens no! I could kill him if I boxed him. Lately I've been doing a lot
more wrestling than boxing, it makes for better videos."

By now, they were in the gym and Karla began the tour. "Over here we have
several training rings. They are also used for taping purposes. We basically
tape all fights, thereby adding to our inventory. By having more than one ring
we can tape a fight and still have ring time available for training matches."

As they passed the second of the rings, Mike glanced over to what appeared to
be a strength training area. Two women were working out. One was on the bench
and one was spotting her. Even at this distance he could come to two
conclusions; one, that both women were beautiful and extremely well built;
two, that they were unbelievably strong.

"Come on Debbie, concentrate. Last one; you can do it. Push."

The woman on the bench let out a blood-curdling scream as she forced the bar
off her chest and, slowly but surely, extended her arms. When she had them
fully extended the redhead helped her move the bar back to the rack.

"Way to go Deb! 435 pounds; looks like we're tied again."

'Jeez, that's more than twice my best,' Mike thought.

Karla had continued walking so Mike had to catch up. As he did, he glanced
towards the other side of the gym. There was a group of guys working out at a
similarly equipped strength training area. This struck him as a little odd; he
certainly would have wanted to work out with the women whenever possible. He
was just about to bring it up when Karla seemingly able to read his mind
stated,

"Those guys over there are who we gals collectively refer to as the
"Washington Generals".

Mike gave her a puzzled look.

"You know the basketball team that always plays the Harlem Globetrotters. They
always try hard but they never win. They petitioned me a while ago for their
own equipment. They explained that they were only slowing things down because
they had to keep removing weight when they tried to work in with the bigger of
the women. I think there was more to it than that. I think there are a lot of
bruised egos among the male fighters. It's bad enough that they almost always
lose in the ring; they don't want to compete against the women in the training
areas as well. I can understand that."

They were a little more than half way into the gym when Karla pointed to a set
of double doors on the left side wall.

"Through those double doors are the locker rooms; the women's room is on the
left, the guy's room is on the right. In between is the co-ed sunken hot tub.
If I do say so myself, it's to die for after a hard fight or workout. The next
five doors are the offices of our instructors: boxing, wrestling, martial
arts, mixed martial-arts, and our strength instructor and doctor. "

As they turned to walk the back wall of the building Mike saw two more doors
and asked, "Where do those doors lead?"

"In the corner is a storage room and this is a private fight room. It's where
we hold our "Light Switch" matches."

"Light Switch..." what's that?"

"It's a wrestling match between a man and a woman that is held in private; no
live audience, only a referee... and the cameras, of course."

"I still don't understand."

"The best way for you to understand it is to see one. I'll set you up later so
you can watch one tonight if you wish."

Along the other side of the back wall was an elevated ring with seating for
about one hundred people.

"This is the main event ring, where we stage the fights we feel will be the
best. There are eight remote controlled cameras situated around the ring; our
fight director can capture all the action from various angles. Many of the
fights are pay-per-view live action; later she pieces together the best of the
footage and creates a video for our premium members. After demand for a
premium video dies down, it gets posted to the general viewing area. The
winner gets ten percent of the gross, the loser five percent, and the referee
gets one percent.

"Well that's the end of the gym tour and I've got a lot of work to do. I'll
introduce you to Truda, our doctor and strength instructor. I suggest that you
listen and do everything she suggests. She really knows her stuff, and she
expects complete obedience from her trainees. I'll tell you more about her
when you get finished with her."

They walked back past the offices; Karla opened the door and let Mike enter
the room. "Truda, this is Mike Wilson, our new boxing instructor. I want you
to give him a complete strength and conditioning program."

"Okay, Karla, I understand," she said as she entered the main office through a
door at the rear of the room.

Mike was suddenly alone with Truda as Karla closed the door behind her. Truda
was the biggest woman he had ever seen. She seemed to fill the doorway as she
entered. She was a tall blonde; at least 6'5" with impossibly wide shoulders
and thick arms. In less than three strides she crossed the room and stood
directly in front of him.

"Pleased to meet you, Mike." His hand all but disappeared as she closed hers
around his and gently squeezed, thus establishing her dominance over him.

"Sit; I have to get some information from you."

She asked about a dozen questions about his weight, height, smoking, and
conditioning. While she was writing down his information, Mike looked up over
her shoulder at some large writing that adorned the entire side wall of the
office:

TRUDA: (GER.) - FIGHTING WOMAN

"Tomorrow, we will start your program. I'll quantify your conditioning levels
and set up a program for you so that you'll increase your strength and
stamina. I'm a hard taskmaster and I expect you to work hard. If you do,
you'll last a lot longer around here. I find that the turnover of the guys is
a lot lower among those that improve their strength and skills. I want you to
follow the diet I give you and each morning I want you to mix a measuring cup
of this powder into a liter of water."

She handed Mike a large plastic bottle, which Mike accepted reluctantly.

"Don't worry, it's not steroids. We don't allow steroids or any other types of
drugs here. In fact, as part of the contract you signed, you agreed to submit
to random drug tests. The powder was developed by my father, who ships it from
his estate in the Amazon rain forest in Brazil. It has been submitted to every
drug-testing laboratory used by all the major sporting organizations in the
country. It passes all of their standards." Suddenly, she stood and said, "I
look forward to working with you."

Mike gave her a puzzled look.

"I'm a boxer: I look forward to training with you. I hope you can make me a
better fighter."

Chapter Three:

Mike left Truda and returned to the main office. Linda the receptionist handed
him an ID on a cloth strap to hang around his neck.

"This passkey is used to get into the gym, your office, and most of the areas
within the gym. It will also be your house key. Go see Ira, now; Karla will be
done in a few minutes."

After a few minutes signing forms for Ira, Linda called to Mike, "Mike, she's
off the phone now; you can go in."

"So are you all set up with Truda? What did you think of her?"

"Aside from the fact that she could have been the poster child for the Aryan
race?"

"You don't know how close to the truth you are. Her grandparents escaped from
Germany after the war, settled in Argentina, and then made their way north to
Brazil. I've seen pictures of her parents. They are blond, blue eyed,
extremely athletic, and look half their age."

"Truda gave me a vitamin supplement that her father developed. She told me I
should take it daily."

"Mike, I would do what she tells you; she really knows her stuff. I'll let you
in on a very big secret about the Arena. When I first inherited this land from
my grandparents, all that was here was the farmhouse and a large, roofed,
open-air riding arena. My grandfather bought this property with the idea of
turning what was a riding camp, into a world-class training facility.
Unfortunately he never got to see his plans turned into reality. I took his
plans and, with the money from my trust fund, completed the basic structure.
It was during the construction that we discovered that our only source of
water was nearly tapped out. I was told that our only course of action was to
drill a new deeper well. We had to drill nearly 1,500 feet before we broke
into an aquifer. According to the drillers, the water was the purist that they
had ever tested.

"I hired a couple of instructors and opened the gym. At first we attracted
only a few members. It was apparent that the gym could not compete with those
closer to the city. What I needed was something different, something
innovative, something no one else was offering.

I turned the place into a training camp for women. Members stayed here, and
trained here, for as long as they wanted. We had the cabins refurbished. We
started seeing an increase in interest in the camp, but were still not making
a profit. We had some really good people; Truda, Linda, Debbie, and Min Lee,
our martial arts instructor, all came on board. Truda introduced her vitamin
supplement and her strength-training program.

"After several months we began to see some remarkable results. The women who
were staying here began to get physically stronger, more so than those women
who only worked-out here and returned home. Later, when we started the Amazon
Combat Arena, we noticed that the effects were not as dramatic for the men.
Truda and I are not sure what exactly is causing the increase in muscle mass
that the women are experiencing. It might be the supplement, or the water, or
the camp itself, or some combination of all three."

"What do you mean the camp itself?"

"About two years ago, we had a woman from Sedona, Arizona come here to train.
She told us that she felt the same type of vortex energy here that she felt in
Sedona. It seems that the Arena is built over a source of electrical energy.
She referred to it as a masculine vortex; they tend to be very energizing and
are perfect for increasing ones resolve and stamina. I told her not to mention
anything about this vortex to anyone; the last thing I needed was a bunch of
New Age Hippies hanging around the area.

"That's enough talk for now. Let's get you settled in."

They got into Mike's car and drove up to and around to the back of the large
farmhouse. Karla guided him to a parking space under a large free-standing
shelter. Besides Karla's Hellcat, there was a vintage Corvette Sting Ray, two
late model Porches, a Jaguar F-Type convertible, and a Hummer H2.

"Are all these yours?"

"No silly, just the 'Vette and the Hellcat. The rest belong to the girls.
We'll have to do something about your ride; we'll talk about a new company car
tomorrow."

Mike reached into the back seat and grabbed his two duffle bags and turned to
follow Karla into the house. As he turned back to lock his car he noticed the
license plates on all of the cars; VLKYRI 1 thru 6.

Laughing to himself, he wondered what his plate would be. Obviously, not in
the same series as these; maybe BTENMAN if the rest of the women were anything
like those he had already seen.

Karla led him up to the second floor. There were six bedrooms on the floor.
Karla's was at the head of the stairs. She turned to the left,

"This is Truda's room; this is Debbie's, she's our wrestling instructor; this
is Min's, she's our martial arts specialist; this is Donna's room, she's in
charge of our mixed martial arts program, and this is your room.

They had just walked a complete circle around the center staircase. As she
opened the door of his room she continued, "Each room shares a bathroom with
the room next to it; your room shares a bathroom with mine. The bathroom doors
are kept open unless the room is occupied. If you see the door closed, please
respect your neighbor's privacy. When you leave the bathroom make sure the
doors are open. You're the first man to have a room here. I'm sure you're
going to see some sights that you wouldn't normally expect to see, so try to
keep an open mind. This goes for in the gym as well. We all work hard and play
hard, and we employ the spoils system; to the victor goes the spoils."

Mike wasn't entirely clear as to what she meant by that last statement, but he
was sure it would become clear as time passed.

"We eat dinner at six; after dinner we have a staff meeting, and the rest of
the night is free. Oh, yeah, we have satellite TV, including access to our own
web site library. After you unpack, come downstairs and I'll give you a quick
tour of the first floor."

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The first floor consisted of five rooms: a large living room; a dining room; a
library lined with book shelves filled with books; a large game room with
several pin ball machines, a pool table and a card table; and finally a large
commercial kitchen staffed by three small women.

As Karla and Mike were completing their tour, three women entered the living
room.

"Good, I'm glad you guys are here. It's my pleasure to introduce Mike Wilson;
he's our new boxing instructor. Mike this is Debbie, she's our wrestling
instructor."

"Hi Mike, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we'll get to work with each
other; maybe you can show me how to improve my boxing skills."

Mike was momentarily at a loss for words. Debbie was stunning; about six feet
tall, with broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms. Her shoulder-length dark
hair framed her face perfectly, accenting her high cheekbones and dark brown
eyes. As he felt the firmness of her grip he was reminded of the strength she
possessed as demonstrated by her lift he had witnessed earlier in the gym.

"Pleased to meet you, Debbie; I look forward to working with you."

"Mike Wilson, this is Min Lee; she's our martial arts instructor."

"Hello Mike, welcome aboard."

Although not as big as Debbie, Mike could tell that Min was extremely
well-conditioned, and someone he would not like to anger.

"Hi Mike, I'm Donna; I'm the MMA instructor. I look forward to working with
you. I hope you can teach some of my students to become better strikers.

After dinner, the six members of the management team sat around the table
discussing the events of the day. Taking a sip of his merlot, Mike sat
overwhelmed by the presence of the five female warriors, each beautiful in her
own way and all physically dominant in their manner. Although they were all
friendly towards him, he kept wondering if he could indeed fit in -- and, more
importantly, compete -- with this group of Amazons.

"Mike, I want you to start working with your group of male boxers tomorrow
right after Truda is finished with you," Karla announced after getting his
attention.

"Fine. I want to assess the skill level of all of the boxers, men and women,
in the next couple of weeks. I thought I'd start off by getting in the ring
with each for, say, a four-round sparring session. I'd like to film each
session so I can study them afterwards."

"That sounds good to me. Why don't you start with the guys this week and next
week you can work with the gals. I'll set up the ring time, and filming
schedules."

Mike glanced around the table, more than one of the women had a smile on her
face and a gleam in her eye. Truda looked as if she could barely contain
herself.

'Why do I feel like I'm about to step into the Roman Coliseum?' thought the
self-condemned man.

____________________________

For the next couple of weeks, his days started out with Truda putting him
through a series of strength and endurance tests, in order to determine his
base-levels, and ways to reach his full potential. While he was on the
treadmill one day, he witnessed his first male vs female wrestling match.

Karla stood in the center of the ring, mike in hand, and introduced the
combatants.

"In this corner, standing five feet ten inches and weighing 210 pounds, Rob
Hill. His opponent, standing an even six feet tall and weighing 190 pounds,
the Amazon Arena's own, Linda Jones. Debbie Romano is your referee. This is a
freestyle wrestling match; the best three out of five falls, there is a one
hour time limit."

Debbie called them to the center of the ring and gave them final instructions.
The two wrestlers shook hands and returned to their respective corners. At the
sound of the bell they moved towards the center of the ring, slowly circling
each other, looking for an opening. Rob made the first move, sinking low
attempting to capture Linda's leg. Before he could pull her leg out from under
her, Linda grabbed him around his waist and, with a mighty display of
strength, pulled him off his feet and threw him across her right shoulder, in
an effort to place him in a back breaker hold. To his credit, Rob was able to
squirm off the side of her shoulder. Unfortunately, Rob fell nearly six feet
down to the canvass, landing squarely on his back.

Momentarily stunned, he was unable to avoid Linda's knee-drop to his
unprotected stomach, forcing most of the air from his lungs. Looking for a
quick pin, Linda grabbed hold of his wrists and quickly positioned herself
length-wise over his body. Dropping to her knees, Debbie slapped the canvass
twice before Rob managed to lift his right shoulder off the mat.

Linda used her body as a battering ram, slamming down three times in rapid
succession, driving the air out of his lungs once again. Debbie started her
count, reaching two again before Rob was able to lift his shoulder of the mat.

From his position on the treadmill it looked to Mike more like two lovers
making out than a wrestling match as Linda moved her face directly over Rob's
looking directly into his eyes. Rob was so distracted by her overt sexuality
and his inability to breath that he failed to notice Linda wrapping her legs
over and around his. Only when he felt her feet lock onto his ankles did he
fully understand the predicament that he was in. Slowly but steadily Linda
began to spread her legs apart until Rob began to feel sharp twinges of pain
in his knees and in his groin. With a confident smile Linda straightened her
arms, pushing Rob's shoulders to the mat and arched her back forcing his legs
even farther apart.

Debbie reached a count of two before Rob began to scream out his submission.

"I give; I give. Please make her stop!"

Immediately, Linda pulled her legs back together releasing the pressure and
slowly untangled her legs from his.

Debbie raised Linda's hand. "Winner of the first fall, Linda. Wrestlers you
have three minutes until the start of the next fall."

Linda went back to her corner. There she talked with her corner person, who
Mike recognized as the redhead he had observed spotting for Debbie. Both women
were broad shouldered and had extremely well-muscled arms and legs. Although
Linda appeared to be slightly less powerfully-built than the redhead, Mike had
no doubt that she was far stronger than he was. Mike had only been here a
little over a week and already he had seen five women who were obviously
stronger.

Three minutes went by quickly. "Fall number two; wrestle," Debbie exclaimed
pointing to each of the wrestlers.

Rob approached Linda cautiously. It was obvious that he was going to have to
change his tactics if he was going to stand a chance against this woman.
Without warning he lashed out with his foot, kicking Linda in the stomach and
knocking the air out of her lungs. Grabbing a handful of hair he brought her
head down as his knee made contact sending her crashing down hard on her back.

It was clear to Mike that Rob had decided that his was going to win this match
with brute force and to hell with the rules.

Rob pulled the stunned Linda off the canvass and whipped her into the ropes.
Linda's body caromed off the ropes back into the center of the ring where Rob
greeted her with a knee to her gut. Fighting for breath she put up no
resistance as Rob once again grabbed her arm and flung her back in the same
direction. As she came off the ropes once again, she appeared defenseless as
Rob again sent a knee into her unprotected stomach. Linda stood momentarily in
the center of the ring, clutching at her stomach, grasping for air. Rob,
sensing victory was within his grasp, pulled her arm away from her stomach and
swung her around once again and sent her body with even more force back into
the ropes.

Mike watched, fascinated as to how this match reminded him of how, when he was
a kid watching pro-wrestling and the hero would always repeat the same move
twice with much success, but when he would try it a third time the villain
would always reverse the momentum of the match with a well-placed foot or
forearm. But this wasn't scripted and Linda appeared in real trouble.

As she felt herself being launched off the ropes a third time she knew she had
to do something to avoid another debilitating knee to her gut. Instead of
coming off the ropes straight into the middle of the ring, she planted her
foot and pivoted slightly towards Rob, who was poised there waiting to inflict
more damage on her already damaged middle. With her next step, she launched
her body into the air, sending her shoulder heavily into Rob's unprotected
chest and him crashing down to the canvass, his head taking the brunt of the
impact with the mat. Linda's body passed over his prone body coming to rest at
the edge of the ring. Both wrestlers appeared to be hurt; Rob lay stunned in
the center of the ring as Linda slowly clawed her way up the ropes. When she
was finally standing, instead of falling on Rob to go for a pin, she staggered
to her corner where she leaned heavily against the ropes trying to catch her
breath and clear her head.

It was clear to Mike that Linda would not be content with a mere pin of the
slowly reviving Rob. No, she was going to dish out a little punishment of her
own. He watched as she grabbed his arm and hauled Rob to his feet. Spinning
him around, she flung him into the ropes and waited as his body came off the
ropes. Rushing forward, she caught him high with her forearm, sending his body
crashing to the canvass again. Smiling for the cameras, Linda held up two
fingers in a V as she pulled Rob up onto his feet and once again flung his
body into the ropes, this time face first. As he came off the ropes, this time
backwards and back-peddling, she caught him against her chest, closed her arms
around his chest, and began to squeeze.

Linda's impressive arms bulged as she slowly lifted Rob off the ground forcing
all the air out of his lungs and preventing them from expanding thus
preventing him from getting air back into his lungs.

Mike knew that Rob could not hold out much longer before he lapsed into
unconsciousness. Just as Debbie approached the wrestlers to determine if Rob
was indeed unconscious, Linda released her hold, but instead of allowing Rob
to collapse to the canvass, she placed one hand at the back of his neck and
her other in the small of his back and giving a mighty yell pressed his limp
body up over her head until her arms locked in place. Mike could see that
Rob's eyes were still open but he was just barely conscious as Linda began to
parade around the ring proudly showing his seemingly lifeless body as her
trophy to all those present, but especially for the cameras. When she
completed one circuit of the ring, she turned toward the center of the ring
and with a warlike scream, bent her legs and arms and launched his body into
the air.

It was a testament to her strength that Rob's body appeared to soar nearly two
feet above her head before it crashed down to the mat with such force that the
entire ring shook with the impact.

Linda slowly walked over to his lifeless body, placed her foot squarely on his
chest, brought her arms up into a double bicep pose, and smiled for the
cameras as Debbie went through the formality of counting him pinned.

She stood, lifted Linda's hand in victory and announced,

"Winner of the second fall is Linda Jones. There will be a three minute
recovery period before fall number three."

Rob's corner man came running out of his corner and began a desperate attempt
to revive the still unconscious wrestler. Several passes under his nose of an
open vial of ammonia shocked his system enough to bring him back to
consciousness, but he appeared to be unaware of his surroundings as his corner
man dragged him back to his stool. He was still slumped in his corner when
Debbie called out a ten second warning.

"Fall number three; wrestle."

Linda casually strolled across the ring, pushed Rob's corner man away and
announced, "I'll take it from here. You'd better get out of the ring or you'll
be next. Come on Robbie, time to go to school now."

For the next twenty-five minutes Linda gave Rob a hands-on wrestling lesson.
First she put him into a side headlock, applying just enough pressure to cause
him pain, then a full-nelson, lifting him momentarily off his feet. Linda
reversed her position, maintaining control of his arms while she trapped his
head between her muscle thighs.

At this point Rob had no idea where he was or how to make the pain to stop. If
he was more aware he could have just surrendered, but all his instincts told
him he had to fight. When she got bored with this hold, Linda released his
arms and, grabbing hold of his hips, pulled Rob off his feet, his head still
trapped between her thighs. She could have ended the match in a matter of
moments if she just dropped to the mat, a modified DDT. Instead she released
him, stood him up and lifted his body onto her shoulders into a standing
backbreaker. She again paraded around the ring, bouncing Rob against her
muscular shoulders. Rob begged to be released, so after completing one circuit
of the ring Linda obliged. Unfortunately for Rob, she just let him slide off
her back and he again hit the canvass.

Once she had him on the mat, Linda put him in another series of debilitating
holds. First, a figure-four leg vine, hyperextending his right leg at the
knee; then, turning him over onto his stomach and crouching over his back with
her hands locked around his chin, she rocked back onto her heels into a Camel
Clutch. Rob began to moan as she put more and more pressure on his already
aching back. Before he could submit, Linda released the hold causing Rob's
head to fall face first to the mat.

"Crab Cakes anyone?" Linda called out as she turned and grabbed hold of Rob's
legs and shifting her weight backwards, she painfully arched his back once
again. Linda bounced up and down a few times causing Rob to scream out in
pain. Then, sensing that she'd dished out enough punishment released the hold
and strutted around the ring, stopping when she reached Rob's head.

Bending over she turned him over on to his back and brought him up into a
sitting position. Leaning over she whispered into his ear.

"I think you've learned your lesson, don't you agree? I'm going to end this
now; when you wake up you'll think you've died and gone to heaven."

With that she slipped her arm under his chin and locked in a perfect sleeper
hold. Rob brought his hands up in a futile attempt to escape, as Debbie
dropped to her knees by his side. She waited until she saw his arms drop to
his sides as his eyes rolled back in their sockets.

"That's it, Linda, he's out. Release him."

Linda released him immediately, but instead of allowing him to fall to the
canvass, she pulled his limp body into a standing position and tossed him over
her shoulder into a fireman's carry and with a little help from Debbie left
the ring.

Mike was sure that Linda was taking him to Truda's office, but instead as she
passed the door, Mike felt a strong hand grip his shoulder.

"I think that's enough for today. You have a match today at 4:00; you don't
want to tire yourself out." Truda whispered into his ear as they watched Linda
open the door to the storage room and close it behind them."

"What's she doing?"

"You know we work under the spoils system here. She beat him, rather
convincingly I'd say, so she's claiming her prize. Don't worry about him;
he'll be fine. I was watching the whole match, he's probably really sore right
now, maybe has a slight concussion, but that's about it. By tonight he'll be
fine."

"If you say so, you're the doctor. By the way, I haven't seen Cathy around
today, is she going to make our match today?"

"No, Karla told me earlier this morning that she had an emergency at home and
won't be in today."

"So, do you know who I'm going to fight today?"

"Sure; me. See you at 4."

Mike was stunned. He had hoped that his first taped fight would be with Cathy.
Although in excellent shape, he saw her as far less challenging than many of
the other females in his group. Truda was the largest, the strongest and,
therefore, the most intimidating of his female fighters, even more
intimidating than Karla since he had already fought her twice. He shrugged it
off thinking, 'this is why you get the big bucks. I hope the video sells
well.'

Chapter Four:

At five minutes to 4:00 Mike left the locker room, walking slowly to the main
ring where his corner man, Jeff was waiting. Jeff was one of the more
experienced of the male boxers.

"How do you feel, Mike?"

"Nervous. It's been a while since I actually fought anyone. Most of my fights
in the last couple of years have been sparring sessions. This has the feel of
professional bout. Do you have any advice for me?"

"Yeah, run."

"Funny."

"No, seriously, run. She's big and strong, but I'm not sure about her stamina;
no one has ever gotten past the second round with her. You can't hope to stand
toe to toe with her. Maybe you can tire her out if you're always moving,
making her come to you."

"Right."

He turned to see Truda come out of her office. She proudly walked to the ring
as the twenty or so people who had been hanging around stood and cheered. His
attention was so fixed on Truda that he failed to notice as Karla entered the
ring dressed in a tight fitting referee shirt and a pair of short gym trunks.
She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't try to be a hero out there. If you get hurt, stay down. Don't worry
about the video. Truda will carry the video; that's who most of the people are
tuning in to see. You just do your best and protect yourself; I don't want to
see you get hurt."

Turning, she walked back to her corner, where she was handed a mike. From the
center of the ring she began to speak.

"Ladies and gentleman, can I have your attention please. This fight is
scheduled for eight rounds. This is a special bout as both fighters are
instructors here at the Amazon Combat Arena.

"Introducing for the first time, our new boxing instructor. At 5' 8" and
weighing 168 pounds, it is my pleasure to introduce to you, Mike Wilson."

There was a fair amount of applause, whistles, and wolf calls as Mike stepped
forward and waved his gloved hand at the crowd.

"And in this corner, a fighter who really needs no introduction. Standing 6'5"
tall and tipping the scales at 235 pounds, I give you our strength instructor
and medical supervisor, the German Amazon Warrior, Truda Schmidt."

Truda took two steps forward and bowed to each side of the ring and then
returned to her corner where she shed her warm up jacket and brought her arms
up into a double bicep pose. The muscles of her arms and shoulders grew to
massive proportions, as she stared across the ring at Mike.

"Don't pay attention to her; she's only trying to scare you."

'She's doing a good job. What the hell was I thinking when I agreed to this?'
Mike thought as Karla called the fighters to the center of the ring.

"Mike, Truda; I want a nice clean fight. When I tell you to break, you break,
stop punching, and take a step back. No holding and hitting. There will be
standing eight-counts at my discretion and a fighter can be saved by the bell,
except for the final round. Any questions? Let's give them a good fight."

Mike only partially heard Karla's instructions; he was preoccupied with the
massiveness of his opponent. Truda was even more imposing in the ring than she
was in her office that first day. She dressed in white shorts with leather
trim and a white halter sports bra. Her short blond hair was tied into small
pigtails and her piercing blue eyes seem to bore right through him. She filled
Mike with mixed emotions, mainly lust and fear. The fighters touched gloves,
and then returned to their respective corners. Mike was still forming his
fight strategy when the bell sounded for round one.

Both fighters advanced to the center of the ring, and the fight began.

'I've got to stay away from her power,' he thought as he slowly circled her,
always moving to his right. 'But at this distance I'll never be able to hit
her.' She fought in the classic European style, standing erect with very
little movement, her huge arms close to her body with her hands held at
shoulder height. Truda was content to shuffle along, biding her time, waiting
for Mike to come within her range. Being nearly nine inches taller than her
foe, she clearly held the advantage in reach.

Suddenly Mike closed the distance between them and fired two quick jabs that
landed on her right cheek. Before he could retreat fully out of her range she
fired a solid left jab that pushed his glove back into his face.

'My God,' he thought, 'that felt harder than most of the clean shots I've
taken during any of my previous fights.'

He continued to circle to his right, giving his mind a chance to clear, but
before he could launch another attack Truda took two quick steps forward
closing the distance between them. Once again her tree-like left jab drove his
glove into his face, followed by a straight right that caught him flush on the
brow over his left eye. Mike staggered backwards and fell into the ropes.

Sensing blood in the water, Truda came in for the kill. But Mike, keeping his
wits about him, did the only thing he could, launching himself directly at her
and clutching tightly around her body. Karla gave them a few moments to see if
Truda could break free, and then yelled for them to break. She had to repeat
her command when Mike, still feeling the effects of Truda's punch continued to
hold on, buying precious seconds of rest. This brought a warning from Karla.

"When I say break, you break; do you understand?" Karla took a quick look into
his eyes and yelled, "Fight."

'I've got to get inside and stay there, otherwise she'll tear me apart.'

This time as he circled her, he suddenly stopped, reversed his direction and
then took three quick steps forward, ducking low below her jab, and stuck his
head into her lower chest as he fired left and right hooks into her formidable
abs and obliques. Mike felt like a mosquito attacking an elephant; his punches
seemed to bounce off her body with no effect. The only thing he knew for sure
was that at least he wasn't getting hit with that left jab. It appeared to him
that her extreme muscle development was hindering her ability to throw any
effective hooks to his head or his body. He could feel her hitting his
shoulders and arms but they were far less effective than when she had more
punching room and could extend her arms. He had found her Achilles Heel.

As the bell sounded ending the first round, both fighters stopped punching and
returned to their corners. Mike took a seat on his stool as Jeff applied an
ice pack to his face in an effort to bring down the swelling that was
beginning to form over his left eye. Truda, refused to sit, calmly leaning
back against the ropes, draping her arms along the top rope. Her mind was
going a mile a minute quickly analyzing how the fight was going and devising
new tactics to combat her opponent's strategy.

"You're doing great out there, keep it up." Jeff yelled as Mike stood waiting
for the bell.

As the bell sounded for round two, both fighters rushed out of their corners.
Mike, determined to take advantage of Truda's weakness, immediately moved
inside and began where he left off the previous round. Although they weren't
doing any serious damage, his punches were beginning to annoy her; especially
when he popped up and hit her in the face with a left and a right hook before
dropping his attack back to her body.

Before Truda could launch a counter-attack, Mike slipped back outside of her
reach and began circling to his right once again. He didn't dare become
predictable; that would be his downfall. Instead, looking like Joe Frazier, he
stopped circling and starting bobbing and weaving as he crouched in front of
her, then moving into a peek-a-boo defense, his arms crossed in front of his
face, his elbows, arms and shoulders protecting his head. Truda tried to hit
the moving target in front of her with lefts and rights but because of the
movement and the fact that she was forced to punch downward she was missing
badly, expending a lot of energy for very little reward. By the end of the
round she was clearly frustrated.

As Mike sat on his stool, Jeff massaged both his arms and shoulders trying to
stimulate the circulation of blood to his aching limbs.

"Mike, that was fantastic. She's totally frustrated. Just keep doing what
you're doing and she's yours."

Mike wasn't so sure. He was running out of ideas and was worried that he could
only get away with what he was doing for only so long. He knew Truda had the
power to take him out with either hand with just one punch. He could not make
any mistakes out there.

The bell for round three sounded and once again Mike started out the round
circling to his right, away from her power. For the first minute he stayed
away, only occasionally moving close enough to score with a quick jab and then
retreat. Truda continued to advance trying to cut off the ring in an attempt
to corner the quicker fighter.

Trying to keep her off balance, Mike moved back inside burying his head
against her chest once again. He was scoring with solid shots to her obliques
when he suddenly felt her dip her right shoulder. A moment later he
experienced the worst pain he had ever felt in his life as she dug a brutal
right uppercut into his unprotected gut. Before he could escape he felt his
right arm become trapped between her body and her left arm. Truda, smiling for
the camera, hit him with a second right, this time lifting his entire body off
the canvass. A third and a forth uppercut followed before Karla realized that
Mike was being held.

"Break, Truda; let him go. Break."

Truda immediately released his arm, allowing Mike to sink to the canvass and
roll on his side into a fetal position. Karla got right in Truda's face,
issuing her a stern warning for holding and hitting, then turned and helped
Mike to his feet. Karla gave him a standing eight count, allowing him time to
recover or at least catch his breath. She put her hands on his shoulders and
looked deeply into his eyes.

"Do you want to quit? Don't be a hero. Are you okay?"

Mike's pride would not allow himself to quit. He would go out on his shield
before he quit. No, she would have to beat him, he wasn't going to quit.

Reluctantly, Karla turned to Truda and yelled, "OK, Fight!"

Truda moved in quickly planning to end the fight. Mike, heavily favoring his
left side, moved as quickly as possible to his right off the ropes. Just as
Truda cornered him, the bell sounded ending round three.

Jeff jumped into the ring and guided a wobbly Mike back to his stool. As Mike
sagged onto his stool Jeff placed two ice packs on his stomach and ribs. Mike
tried to get as much air back into his lungs as possible, but with each breath
he experienced a sharp pain in his ribs. He feared that she may have cracked
one or more of his ribs on his left side.

"I thought you were finished. It's a miracle that you were able to get out of
that round."

Mike did not reply, instead saving his strength and his breath for what he
knew would be the final round. There was no way that he was going to survive
this next round. He couldn't stay outside of her reach for long and he sure as
hell could not take another pounding like he had just received. When the bell
sounded for round four he gamely stood and walked slowly to the center of the
ring.

Truda, in a sign of respect for a valiant effort, raised her hands to her all
but beaten foe. They touched gloves and began a slow shuffle around the ring.
Mike had his left arm tucked in tight to his side in an attempt to protect his
ribs. He knew it was too dangerous to stay outside, he had no left jab left to
set up his right and his only hope was to get back inside and pound away with
his right until the end came.

He never got that opportunity. As he tried to move inside he was met with a
double fisted blow to his chest. It must have looked like a shove but was in
fact a legal blow with both hands. He stumbled back into the ropes, which then
catapulted him back towards Truda. Mike gazed at Truda as he attempted to put
up some sort of defense against what he knew was coming. What he failed to
realize until it was too late, was that Truda had shifted her stance to
southpaw, with her right leg in front, and that her jab would now be coming
from her right hand rather than her left.

With his left arm still protecting his ribs he had no defense for the straight
right jab that came crashing into his face. His was only able to turn his head
slightly, thus saving his nose. The punch landed solidly on his left cheek and
everything turned to black.

The smell of ammonia brought him back to consciousness. When he could finally
focus he saw Karla on his left, the ammonia packet still in her hand, and
Truda to his right. Her discarded gloves were supporting his neck and head.

"Mike, Mike, can you hear me," Karla shouted at him with a very concerned look
on her face.

"Yeah, I can hear you, you don't have to shout. You're giving me a head-ache,"
he said smiling into her captivating green eyes.

"Mike, follow my finger," Truda said as she tried to assess the damage that
she had inflicted. After a couple of seconds she exclaimed, "Good, it looks
like you don't have a concussion, but I have to run a couple more tests to be
sure. I'd also like to get a couple of x-rays to check out your face and ribs,
just to be sure there aren't any broken bones."

To Karla she said, "Help me get him to my office so I can examine him for
internal injuries."

After getting him to his feet they got him out of the ring, and with each
taking a side guided him across the gym, into her office and onto a rolling
examination table.

"Hold his shoulders in place. Mike, this is going to hurt like hell, but I
have to see if there is any damage to your internal organs." Karla held him
tightly to the table as Truda pushed and probed his gut. Tears began to run
down the side of Mike's face as he endured the pain in silence. When she was
finished, she smiled down at him as she exclaimed, "Good, there doesn't appear
to be any damage other than some intense bruising. Karla, you can leave us; I
just have to get a couple of x-rays, then he should be good to go."

"Great fight, Mike! You did really well out there; no one has ever taken Truda
to the fourth round before. Truda, can I talk to you a second?" Both women
then went out in the hall.

When she returned to the exam room, Truda wheeled Mike into the x-ray room.
Twenty minutes later, Mike slowly entered the locker room and took a
well-deserved shower. Truda was there waiting for him as he exited the locker
room.

"Mike I want you to eat light tonight; maybe just a cup of soup and a couple
of crackers. Here are three Advil tablets. Take these now with a glass of
water and go lay down. I'll check on you later tonight."

His bed never looked so good when he finally made his way back to his room. As
soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light. Nearly three hours
later he was awakened by two women having a discussion in Karla's room. He
guessed it was Karla and Truda. They must have forgotten that the bathroom
doors were both open.

"I know you won and it's your right to claim the spoils, I just want you to
remember that he's mine. I'm not averse to sharing, but don't think that I'm
giving up my prior claim. You can administer the sexual healing, just take it
easy on him. I want him whole when you tell me he's finally ready for our
bout."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. Judging by today's results, I think he'll be
ready in two or three more weeks; no more than another month for sure."

"Good. I don't think I can wait much longer than that."

"Okay. I'm going down to the kitchen and get him a cup of soup. If I were you,
I'd plan on spending the next four or five hours down stairs. You know how
vocal I can get."

When he heard her door close, Mike assumed that Karla had gone down stairs and
slowly slid out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Closing her bathroom door
he stood assessing his body in the full-length mirror. His entire stomach was
one large nasty bruise. His face didn't fare much better; his right eye was
nearly closed and he had a large bruise over the left eye along the eyebrow.
His left cheek was swollen and blood had already begun to accumulate under
that eye as well. By tomorrow he would be sporting two Technicolor shiners. He
wondered if the company provided sunglasses.

Remembering the conversation he had overheard, he questioned out loud: "I
wonder what this sexual healing is all about."

He was about to find out.

Mike heard a knock on his door. Figuring that it would take more energy than
he had to get dressed, he made his way to the door and cracked it open.

"Mike can I come in please."

Truda entered the room carrying two cups of chicken soup. After placing the
soup and two spoons on his dresser, she turned around just as Mike shut the
door.

"Ouch," she exclaimed. "How do you feel? Any dizziness or nausea?"

"No, I just feel like I got hit by a Mack truck. I think my scalp and the
soles of my feet are the only two places on my body that don't hurt."

"I'm sorry I was so rough on you. I was just trying to make a good video...
and to impress my new instructor."

"I'll reserve my final judgment until I watch the video of the fight. But I
think I can safely say that the new instructor is impressed."

"Thank you. I can tell you that I was very impressed with your abilities as
well. No one has ever pushed me like that before. If it wasn't for the fact
that I'm so much bigger and stronger than you, I think you may have beaten me.
I don't think I can do anything about you getting any bigger, but I can assure
you that I'll be able to make you stronger."

"You've already helped me get in the best shape of my life. I've dropped about
five pounds of fat and replaced it with ten pounds of muscle."

"Good, I'm happy for you. Now, let's eat before it gets cold."

When he had finished his soup, Truda took his cup and spoon and placed them
back on the dresser.

"Now it's time for me to claim my spoils as is the right of the Victor here at
the Arena. "

She could see the apprehension on his face as she slipped off her robe
revealing her magnificent body. Even though she was at least ten years older
than him, he couldn't help but be impressed by her degree of muscularity and
lack of visible fat.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Get those shorts off and lay on the bed. I'll do
all the work, you just lay back and enjoy."

When Mike dropped his shorts, his cock was already rock hard. Looking down he
couldn't believe the size of his erection. When he was still in high school,
his girlfriend had measured his erection at just over six inches; now it had
to be at least three inches longer and a lot thicker.

She looked at the expression on his face and started to smile.

"It's a side effect of the supplements we all are taking. The women get rapid
increased muscle growth; you guys get increased length, girth and vigor. I
guess it's a win-win for us all around. Now get on the bed before I throw you
on it."

Mike didn't have to be told twice. Before he could get comfortable Truda was
already crawling up between his legs. She grabbed his cock and stuffed as much
as she could into her mouth. For the next fifteen minutes she worked her mouth
over every bit of his nine-inch erection. He was rapidly approaching the point
of no return and tried to pull out of her mouth. Truda would not be denied;
she simply slid her hands under his butt and worked his cock in and out of her
mouth.

Mike moaned with pleasure as he erupted into her mouth.

"Mmmmm", she cooed, and sat up, towering over him. "That was good; now it's
your turn."

Continuing her journey up his body, taking care to avoid his sore ribs, she
finally stopped when her knees reached the sides of his head and her pussy
hung just out of reach of his extended tongue.

"Make me cum and drink my nectar."

Reaching down she cradled his head and brought it up to her pussy. His tongue
worked up and down her lips, occasionally dipping between them and invading
her opening and his nose bumped her extended clit. As she inched closer and
closer to her orgasm, she began to rub her pussy up and down over his entire
face. Soon she could feel the heat rising up through her body as her orgasm
began to rock her body.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and get it all," she moaned.

Suddenly a stream of clear lube shot out of her and into his mouth. He
desperately tried to keep up with the flow, fearing to lose a single drop.
When the stream ended he stuck his tongue into her to capture any remaining
fluids.

'Hhhhm, that was good; you have a very talented tongue."

Climbing off his face she made her way back until she was again straddling his
hips. Guiding his still erect cock to her opening, she slowly lowered herself,
relishing the feelings as his impressive tool filled her to the max.

'Oh, that's so good. I could get used to this, too bad she's already laid
claim to you."

Slowly at first, Truda began to raise her butt until she nearly lost her grip
on him and then lowered herself again until their pelvic bones met. Again and
again she repeated this maneuver as her pussy clung to him like a glove,
giving them both a great deal of pleasure. When she felt his hips thrust up
off the bed she increased her pace until she was slamming down on this already
abused body. The bedsprings began to squeak along with her movements. When she
felt that he was close to cumming, Truda clamped down over him and squeezed
her internal muscles until he moaned from the pain.

"Not yet, my pet. We have all night and I want you around until the end."

When she was sure the crisis had passed, she started again, bringing him to
the brink again, before suppressing his release. Again and again she brought
him to the point of no return until he begged her to let him cum.

Her orgasms were coming so close together that they appeared to be one long,
never-ending earth-shattering experience. When she felt that he couldn't take
any more she sat up straight, expanded her chest, brought her arms up into a
double bicep pose, and whispered, "Cum for your Master," as her pussy slowly
contracted around him.

Mike's orgasm rocked his world. She had kept him on the brink for so long that
when he finally came he felt like his body was being turned inside out. His
contractions were so intense that his whole upper body pulled up off the
mattress again and again until he had nothing left to give her and collapsed
unconscious back onto the bed.

Mike's eyes began to flutter as he slowly regained consciousness. Truda was
standing over him, washcloth in hand, sensually cleaning him.

"It looks like we're almost done here. Once more I think should do it," she
said. She climbed back onto the bed until she was kneeling next to him. Before
Mike could respond she spun around, throwing one of her massive legs over his
body, and ending up facing his feet. His world shrunk until it consisted of
only her magnificent back. He felt his cock lengthening in her hand, her erect
nipples, hard abs, and wet pussy being slowly dragged along his body. Her
legs, first one and then the other, moved over his shoulders coming to rest on
either side of his head and then the exquisite feeling of his now fully erect
cock being engulfed by her mouth.

He knew what she wanted. Throwing his arms around her hips he lifted his head
until he could reach her pussy and began to lick and probe. He knew he was
pleasing her when she started gyrating on his face, offering him her extended
clit. He could feel the vibrations of her moans of pleasure as her skilled
tongue swirled around his sensitive head. All too soon, he was reaching his
climax. He felt her legs slip behind his head, firmly forcing his face into
her as she positioned her opening directly over his mouth. Their climaxes hit
simultaneously, sending a torrent of bodily fluids into their partner's mouth.

Mike felt her body relax over him, her full body weight pushing him down onto
the mattress. Just before he began to panic due to lack of air, Truda released
him from her hold and rolled over onto her side.

"You were very good, Liebling. We'll have to do this again soon."

Getting off the bed, she took his hand and practically dragged him to the
bathroom.

"Come, I want to show you something."

As she turned on the light Truda guided him in front of the mirror.

"How is that possible?" Mike exclaimed as he stared at his reflection. There
was not a hint of the damage he had endured during their fight. The swelling
was gone from his face, his black eyes were gone as well and there was no
trace of the body bruises she had inflicted on him.

"We call it sexual healing. We don't know how it works, but we believe it
comes from the exchange of bodily fluids. It's how we can keep the guys around
as long as we do. Could you imagine them staying around if they had to endure
weeks of pain after each fight they had?"

Chapter Five:

Mike woke up late the next morning, but he felt great. He dressed quickly and
hurried downstairs. As he entered the dining room, he bumped into Karla who
was just finishing her breakfast. Karla gave him a stern look.

"I expect my boxing instructor to give a better account of himself than I saw
yesterday."

Mike was taken aback for a moment and immediately went on the defensive.

"With all due respect, Boss, what did you think would happen when you match a
heavyweight with recent experience against an amateur middleweight who hasn't
fought anyone in over two years?" He replied with more than a hint of anger in
his voice.

Turning towards him she suddenly broke out in a huge smile and laughingly
said, "Gotcha. All kidding aside, Mike, you really did great out there. I know
firsthand the power that she has. I've ended up on my back on more occasions
than I care to admit to while sparring with her."

"You two have fought before?"

"Of course. When I first started this company, we had very few male fighters
to challenge us, so Truda and I fought all the time. It was how we built up
our inventory of fight videos.

"By the way, I thought you'd like to know, I saw the preliminary figures on
the gate for your fight with Truda. It looks like we had about half a million
pay-per-view viewers at $ 9.95 per head. That puts your take at a little less
than half a million dollars. Not bad for an afternoon's work."

Mike was stunned. He hadn't made more than $10,000 in any year since he had
graduated high school. Now she was telling him that in addition to his salary
he'd be making at least half a million dollars more -- and that was just from
one fight.

"Mike, for your next fight I'm going to challenge your reasoning as to why you
lost yesterday. Your next fight will be with Cathy. Against her you'll have
the overwhelming advantage in height, weight and strength. We'll see how you
do."

____________________________________

Later that evening, Mike learned that his fight would take place at the end of
the week. That gave him five days to prepare, as well as fulfill his duties as
boxing instructor, and continue his strength training with Truda. The days
flew by, and before he knew it, it was Friday afternoon.

There was a good-sized crowd in the gym gathered around the main event ring as
he approached. His opponent was already in the ring, dancing from side to
side, as she shadow-boxed an unseen opponent.

Mike entered the ring to a series of boos and cat calls from the majority of
fans present. As he stood in his corner he assessed his situation. If he had
really thought about it he would not have accepted this fight. He was in a
no-win situation. He was at least a half a foot taller than Cathy, weighed at
least fifty pounds more than her and more importantly, to everyone watching,
he would be looked upon as a big bully beating on a much smaller defenseless
woman. If he somehow lost to this woman he doubted that any of his trainees
would ever again take him seriously.

As he watched her, he couldn't help thinking that she was really cute. She had
short brown hair, a cute face, and an athletic build. Her arms and legs were
sleek and trim. She wore a short-sleeved cut off tee shirt that clung to her
body, displaying her tiny waist and washboard abs. Her breasts appeared to be
like the rest of body: perky. She was the type of girl that you would have no
hesitation in bringing home for Sunday dinner to meet your parents.

Karla, who once again would be acting as referee and MC, called for quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event, scheduled for eight rounds.

"In the blue corner, standing five foot eight inches tall and weighing in at
170 pounds, with a record of 0-1, Mike Wilson.

"And in the red corner, standing five foot three inches tall and weighing in
at one hundred ten pounds, with a record of 6-0, always a fan favorite, Cathy
Collins."

Karla called the fighters to the center of the ring.

"You both know the rules; I want a nice clean fight. Listen to my commands and
may the better fighter win. Shake hands and come out fighting."

The fighters touched gloves, hers red and his blue, and retreated to their
respective corners.

Jeff once again was Mike's corner man.

"This fight should be a cake walk compared to your last fight. Just go out
there and knock her out so we can go home early tonight."

Mike wasn't so sure; he had a feeling that he was being set up once again.

The bell sounded for round one. Both fighters approached the center of the
ring cautiously. Mike flicked out a light jab, just to establish his range to
his target. Before he knew what hit him, he saw a streak of red and felt the
effects of a solid right hook connecting with his jaw. It was nothing that he
couldn't handle; he was just shocked at her quickness. He turned left
expecting to retaliate but his quarry was no longer there. A moment later he
felt a sharp pain in his right oblique as she sunk a left hook into his side.
Before he could respond she was out of range, on her toes dancing and feigning
in and out trying to lure him into another mistake.

A moment later she was all over him, throwing lightning quick jabs and
numerous combinations. In response he followed suit. They were standing toe to
toe, over two solid minutes of nonstop action. Mike was constantly being hit
in the face and body with shots that were more annoying than they were
damaging, while his punches either bounced of her gloves or arms or worse
still, nothing at all.

When the bell sounded marking the end of round one, both fighters turned and
walked back to their corners. Cathy stood in her corner bouncing from one foot
to the other as her corner woman shouted out encouragement. Mike, on the other
hand, sat on his stool taking deep breaths trying to re-oxygenate his
overworked lungs.

"That was the greatest first round that I have ever seen. Keep it up."

Only Mike knew better; he had not landed a single punch and, although he had
not been hurt by any of her punches, he doubted that he could keep up this
pace for the entire fight.

As the bell sound for round two, Cathy came charging out of her corner and
picked up where she had left off. Mike, trying to change tactics, absorbed her
onslaught as he forced her into a neutral corner. Yet even as he was wailing
away with left and right hooks to her body and head, she manage to block his
best punches and make him miss badly with others. It was Mike who had to
retreat to the center of the ring; not that he was being hurt, but because he
was already experiencing arm fatigue. By the end of the round it was Mike who
had his back to the ropes as Cathy threw combinations to his head and his
body. It was almost comical, when Mike brought up his gloves to protect his
head; she dropped down to his body with hooks landing from both sides. When he
dropped his arms to protect his body she peppered his face with lightning
quick jabs and combinations off the jab. By the end of the round he was never
so happy to hear the bell.

As he slumped down on to his stool, Jeff, getting somewhat impatient for his
fighter to do something positive yelled right in his face.

"The least you could do is try to hit her at least once."

"What the hell do you think I've been trying to do? I've never fought anybody
this fast before."

Rounds three and four were no better for Mike. By the end of the fourth round,
her punches that had only stung a little at the beginning of the fight, were
now causing him serious pain. What was worse, now Cathy was constantly smiling
at him. It looked as if she was actually having a good time, that this was all
just a game to her. In the fifth round he finally began to land some punches
of his own. The reason was that she was no longer up on her toes, she was
standing flat footed trading him three for one, no longer concerned over being
hit.

As the round ended, Mike wearily headed back to his corner. Suddenly Karla
shouted out to Cathy,

"I've got a thousand dollars that says Mike will make it through the next
round."

Mike turned and glared at Karla; she had just painted a bullseye on his
forehead, and he was not happy about it.

The bell sounded for round six. Mike dug deep inside for the energy and the
will to fight on, knowing that Cathy was going to make every effort to end it
in the sixth. The smile was gone from her face as Cathy stormed out of her
corner. Both fighters stood in the center of the ring slugging it out. If it
was based upon heart alone, Mike would have been declared the winner. He gave
it everything he had left in him for nearly three minutes, but by the end of
the round he was backed up into his corner as Cathy desperately tried to put
him down for the count. Karla was just about to step between the fighters to
end the slaughter when the bell sounded.

"You just cost me a thousand dollars! Now I'm going to take it out of your
hide." Cathy yelled as she retreated to her corner.

Karla looked over Jeff's back as he applied ice packs to both sides of Mike's
face with a third ice pack in the waist band of his trunks.

"Mike, that's it; I'm going to call it." Karla shouted with a concerned look
on her face. "There's no way you're going to win this."

"Don't you dare stop this fight. I'm a fighter. If I lose, I lose standing in
the ring; not sitting on my ass in my corner."

Karla couldn't believe he had that kind of passion, that strength of
character. She smiled as she headed back to her neutral corner.

Mike was already on his feet as the bell rang for round seven. Cathy charged
out of her corner. Mike was expecting her to stand toe to toe with him once
again. Instead, she reverted back to dancing around him taunting him, content
to hit him continuously throughout the first minute of the round. By now
Mike's arms felt like lead. He couldn't raise them to protect his face.
Sensing that the time was right, Cathy launched a series of lethal
combinations which finally ended the fight. She had just enough time to avoid
Mike's body as he sunk to his knees and pitched forward hitting the canvass
face first.

"Come on, get up you wimp. I haven't gotten my thousand dollars' worth yet."

"That's enough Cathy; you'll get your thousand dollars. He doesn't deserve to
be treated like that."

Realizing that she was acting like a bully, Cathy stopped, knelt down by
Mike's head, and tried to apologize. But Mike was still out, so she apologized
to Karla and skipped out of the ring and into the locker room.

Meanwhile Truda, as ring doctor, turned Mike onto his back and removed his
mouthpiece.

"She really did a number on his face; but as far as I can tell it looks like
most of the damage is superficial, just a lot of cuts and bruises. I think he
passed out more from sheer exhaustion rather than from any physical damage.
Let's get him back to the office; I'll stitch him up and check him for a
possible concussion. He'll be fine by tomorrow, especially if he gets a little
TLC ... if you know what I mean."

"Not from you. You're one up on me already. Maybe one of the other ladies will
volunteer her services."

____________________________________

Mike left Truda's office under his own power after an hour of smelling salts,
ice packs and simple neurological tests. And also with six stitches to close
the cut over his left eye.

"It will leave a little scar; but it will add to your rugged good looks."

As he entered the entrance to the locker rooms, Mike was confronted with not
one but two muscular, bikini-clad beauties: Debbie the wrestling instructor,
and her best friend Beth, who Mike recognized as the red-head who had been
spotting for Debbie that first day Mike had been to the Arena.

"Cathy sends her regrets that she couldn't be here in person, but she asked us
to minister to you."

With that being said, they each placed a hand under an arm and carried him
back out the way he came walking past Truda's office until they came to the
storeroom door.

When they entered the room, Debbie closed the door and turned the dead bolt as
Beth flipped on the light. The room was filled with spare parts for the rings,
extra equipment, and a pile of spare mats, some of which appeared to be
stained with blood.

Mike stood with his back to the stack of mats as Debbie pulled the string of
Beth's top allowing it fall forward off her chest baring the most perfect set
of tits that he had ever seen.

"Like'em," Beth asked, "they're the best that money can buy."

Of course Mike liked them; they were perfectly round half globes that sat high
on her massive chest topped with dark nipples that stuck out half an inch,
just begging to be sucked.

Debbie pulled the other string and the top fell to the floor.

Now it was Beth's turn to pull some strings. They must have gone to the same
doctor because Debbie's tits looked equally good and inviting.

They each pulled a third string, which allowed the bottoms that they were
wearing a second before to drop to the floor. Both were clean-shaven, making
it impossible for Mike to determine whether their hair was natural or dyed.
All he knew was that they were both exquisite.

"Well what are you waiting for? Strip!" They commanded in unison.

For the next three hours Mike was ... muscle fucked. There was no other way to
put it. These two amazon beauties simply used and abused his body in
astounding ways. They tossed him around like he weighed nothing. When one
wasn't riding his cock, she was riding his face. He couldn't tell you how many
times he had cummed or how many times he had nearly drowned trying to keep up
with the nearly constant stream of fluids coming from the woman sitting on his
face.

When the ladies were finally sated, they each gave him a kiss on the forehead,
and then left his exhausted body, shut the light and locked the door.

____________________________________

Later that evening, as the ladies gathered around the dining room table in
anticipation of their daily recap meeting, Karla noticed that Mike was not in
attendance.

"Where's Mike?" she asked to no one in particular.

Truda answered, "I checked his room before I came down just to make sure he
was feeling okay; he wasn't in his room and it looked like his bed had not
been slept in."

"Has anybody seen him since the fight?"

"He left my office after I cleaned him up. He was fine by then; said he was
going to take a shower and then pass out on his bed until dinner."

Min Lee and Donna both said they hadn't seen him. Only Debbie remained silent.
Sheepishly she responded,

"I think I know where he is. After her fight, I met Cathy in the locker room.
She asked me to take care of Mike for her, so I met Beth and asked her to help
me. We thought it would be fun to double-team him. Well, we ambushed him as he
entered the locker room area and brought him to Shangri-La, you know, the
storage closet. We worked him over pretty good. When we left him he was
sleeping like a baby. I shut the light and locked the door, figuring that he'd
just sleep through the night."

Karla was fuming, but she kept her calm and looking up at the clock and
sighed.

"Well, it's nearly nine o'clock; the maintenance people are already hard at
work. You know my agreement with the Menendez sisters: the gym closes promptly
at eight and they are not to be disturbed for any reason between eight and six
the following morning. I suppose he'll be alright if, as you said, you locked
the door and shut the light. We'll probably have to wake him tomorrow morning
for breakfast."

___________________________________

Sometime around two in the morning Mike's eyes popped open. He had no clue
where he was; the room was pitch black. Finally he noticed a sliver of light
under what he assumed was a door. Then he remembered what had happened to him
and where he was. Marveling at how good his body felt, even after his brutal
sexual healing at the hands of Debbie and Beth, he stood, found the light
switch and then his clothes, got dressed and left the room.

The gym appeared to be deserted; only the lights over the entrance were still
on. He heard laughter coming from the general area of the locker rooms and
thought he could hear the low hum of the washing machine.

'It must be the cleaning crew,' he thought as he approached one of the
practice rings on his way towards the front door.

Suddenly he felt the impact of someone jumping on his back. Strong arms
wrapped themselves under his chin, around his neck and over his head. He could
feel the legs of his attacker tighten around his middle. Within moments his
eyesight began to blur as he desperately tried to free himself. Mike fell to
his knees and then everything faded to black.

When he awoke again, he found himself flat on his back in the center of the
ring. His arms and legs had been secured by ropes, one limb to each of the
ring posts; and he was naked. Standing off to one side he could see three
figures. When they realized that he was awake they approached him. They were
females, very pretty, dressed in work uniforms obviously part of the night
crew.

"Please let me up, I work here."

The ladies began conversing in Spanish. Mike, having grown up in Southern
California had picked up a little knowledge of Spanish, but not enough to
communicate with them. What he did understand didn't please him.

"Since I caught him I'll go first, you two finish your work and then it will
be your turn. Go!"

He watched as the two left the ring; now it was only himself and the remaining
woman, who calmly began to undress. When she was naked she stood over him.

Mike began to yell for help, so she picked up one of his socks and sat on his
chest. He clamped his mouth shut, turning his head from side to side in a
valiant attempt at preventing her from silencing him. In the end she moved up
his body until she had him in a school-girl pin, clamped her knees to the
sides of his head and pinched his nose and covered his mouth with the sock.
Mike had no other choice than to open his mouth gulping for air. The next
moment the sock was shoved into his mouth.

"If you're a good gringo, and promise not to yell, I'll remove the sock," she
said in perfect English, "but not until I've had a little fun first. You've
been told that the gym closes at eight. You broke one of Miss Karla's rules
and now you must be punished."

She stood, and moved backwards until she was standing between his legs. At
first Mike feared that she was going to kick him in the balls and began to
fight desperately against his bonds. When he felt her foot gently begin to rub
up and down along his lengthening cock he calmed down.

Mike studied his captor; she was smaller than he first thought. She had to be
less than five feet tall and probably weighed under a hundred pounds. Yet she
seemed to be solidly built. Her arms were thick, and he knew from experience
that they were very strong. He assumed they were a product of hard work as
much as from working out. She had a set of washboard abs and her legs were
rock solid. All in all, a very desirable package under different
circumstances.

"I see you like my body. Wait until you meet my sisters." Then, noting the
size of his erection, she exclaimed, "My you're a big one. I think you're
going to have to get me really wet before I can handle something that big."

Abandoning the object of her desire for the time being, she walked back up his
body until her feet straddled his chest. Dropping down to her knees, she
assumed the schoolgirl pin position from before. This time, however, she began
to rub her pussy over his face starting from his chin and moving up until she
captured his nose between her lips.

Once again Mike began to panic; she stopped, knowing that he couldn't breathe.
After a minute she would slide back to her starting point, pause to let him
get a quick breath, and then repeat the process once again. After numerous
repetitions, she looked into his eyes and seeing what she wanted to see, sat
back onto his chest.

"Are you going to be good?"

Mike nodded his head emphatically indicating that he would. So she carefully
reached into his mouth and pulled out the damp smelly sock.

"Thank you," Mike whispered.

"You can thank me by getting that tongue of yours working; I need to cum."

She moved back over his mouth. Mike attacked her pussy with a sense of
urgency. He sensed that his captors would treat him a lot better if he pleased
them, and that was what he planned to do.

The more he worked his tongue, the more she gyrated over his face. Just when
his mouth began to ache, she grabbed hold of his hair with both hands and
cried out as a torrent of fluid poured from her covering his face.

When she finally recovered, she released his head, which landed on the mat
with a thud.

"Oh Gringo, where have you been all my life?" she said with a low laugh. "I
hope you're as good with your cock as you are with your tongue."

"Release me and I'll show you just how good I can be."

"Sorry, no can do. You might run away before my sisters get back and I'll
never hear the end of it."

Moving backwards until she could grab him with her hand, she placed his cock
at her entrance and, slowly and carefully, took him in, an inch or two at a
time, until she had him all.

"Oh, my God! I feel it all the way into my stomach," she gasped. "I've never
had one so big before."

She began bouncing up and down, slowly at first, but as she became more
excited she began to piston her body harder and harder slamming into his body
as if she were trying to drive him through the mat.

Her pussy was so tight that Mike feared she would tear his cock from his body.
As her orgasm rushed through her body, she let out a blood-curdling scream and
collapsed onto his chest. Mike could still feel the tremors all long his cock
as her internal muscles clenched rhythmically around him. He had never felt
anything like it; before he knew what was happening, his own orgasm hit
sending spurt after spurt of jism into her comatose body.

When she regained consciousness, she moved up his body until she was looking
into his eyes.

"That was wonderful. It's been quite a while since we've had one of you guys
in here at night;

I guess you're new around here."

Before he had a chance to reply she continued.

"You're not finished yet; you still have to clean me."

Not giving him a chance to react, she scurried up his chest until she placed
had her dripping pussy directly over his face. With her knees locked alongside
his head, he looked up helplessly as their combined fluids dripped out of her
landing on his face.

"Stick your tongue in there and get it all; clean me good." She ordered as she
dropped down once again.

She stayed over him, enjoying the sensation of his gloriously long tongue as
it working in and around her opening until she heard the voices of her
sisters.

"Come on, Consuela; that's enough, it's our turn now."

Reluctantly, Consuela rolled off of his body on to her back, saying, "I'm not
sure I can walk right now. I'll just rest over here, while you guys have your
fun."

Mike looked up just in time to see her sisters walk out of the shadows and
stand on either side of his head. Looking at one and then the other he decided
that he couldn't tell them apart.

They laughed as they responded to his unasked question,

"Yes, that's right we're identical twins; I'm Maria; and I'm Anita; and you
haven't experienced it all until you've gotten it from a set of identical
twins."

For nearly an hour they used his body for their pleasure. Not that he was
complaining, it was just that his pleasure was merely a bi-product of their
insatiable lust. It seemed like he was in a never-ending cycle. First one of
them would ride his cock and the other would ride his face. When each had an
orgasm, one would yell switch, and they would start again. He came at least
three more times until -- was it Maria, or Anita -- proudly proclaimed,

"He's done; we've fucked him dry. Let's wake Consuela; it's nearly five
thirty, and we have to get out of here before they open the gym at six."

"What should we do with him?"

"Just leave him; they'll release him when they find him."

As Consuela got to her feet, she walked over to Mike, dropped to one knee,
leaned forward, and whispered in his ear, even though she knew he was
sleeping. "You were very good, Gringo; why don't you come by and visit us
again real soon. The four of us can have a real good time together. I'll send
Karla an e-mail telling her where to find you."

______________________________________

Karla couldn't help but laugh as she read the e-mail from Consuela.

Ms. Karla,

We caught a prowler last night in the gym. We took extra good care of him.
You'll find him tied up in ring number 2. I hope my sisters and I weren't too
rough on him. He seemed to enjoy himself; I know we did. Sorry about leaving
him such a mess, but we didn't have time to clean him up.

Thank You,

Consuela, Maria, and Anita Menendez

'I'd better get down there before Linda gets in or I'll have a full-fledged
orgy on my hands. I hope the new security cameras that Cathy installed were
triggered by the movement in there. I'd love to have that on video.'

She hurried down to the gym and proceeded directly to ring number 2. There was
Mike, naked, spread eagle, tied to the ring posts completely helpless. She
could tell he was still alive by the light snoring coming from his prone body.
She climbed into the ring and stood over him.

'It really is a shame to have to wake him; I could do so much with that body
of his; but I just don't have the time right now. Maybe we'll revisit this
situation again sometime in the future."

Kneeling by his head, she gently tapped his cheek, while calling his name.
"Mike, Mike, time to get up."

His face glistened and his body reeked of sex. 'Oh please, if there is a God,
we'll have this on video.'

Mike's eyes slowly opened. Once again it took a couple of minutes before he
realized where he was and what had happened to him.

"Karla, it wasn't my fault, honest," he croaked out. "It all started after the
fight...."

"Don't worry I know the whole story," she said as she untied his arms. "I'm
not mad at you, in fact I find it sort of enlightening."

Mike didn't quite understand what she meant until he followed her gaze down
his body realizing that he was still naked and totally exposed.

"I'll let you finish up here. Afterwards, grab a shower and join us for
breakfast," Karla said as she left the ring and headed back towards the exit.

After a long hot shower, Mike finally made it back to his locker, which had
been his original destination nearly fifteen hours earlier after his fight
with Cathy. He dressed and made his way up to the house.

When he entered the dining room he received a standing ovation. The whole
management team was there, in addition to Cathy, who sat at the end of the
table with her laptop on the table in front of her. As he took a chair and
looked around the room, he sensed that something was up. Min, Donna and even
Cathy were looking at him as if he were a piece of center-cut fillet mignon.

With a nod from Karla, Cathy turned the lap-top around so he could watch.

To his horror, there he was spread eagle in the center of the ring, two
females riding him hard and a third lying motionless on her back off to the
side. The video was a little grainy, but there was little doubt as to the
identity of the participants.

Mike fell into his seat, turned scarlet, and brought his hands to his face as
the room filled with laughter and cat calls at his expense.

"Mike, don't take it so hard. Cathy assures me that she can clean up the
video; we'll be able to put it into our library in a couple of days."

Debbie reached across the table and, pulling his hands away from his face,
offered him a very sincere apology.

"On behalf of myself, and I'm sure Beth as well, I'm so sorry that we left you
like that. Had we known that something like this was going to happen we'd have
never left you in that room. Please forgive us."

Mike looked into her hypnotic brown eyes; he couldn't be mad at her. "You're
forgiven; you couldn't have known."

Looking over at Karla, Mike began, "Is there any chance that...."

Karla shook her head, "None at all."

"I didn't think so but it couldn't hurt to ask."

"I'll tell you what I will do, however; since you're the only one in the
video, I'll double your commission rate.'

"What about the sisters?"

"They'll each get the referee's share. I can't pay them too much or I'll have
to hire a new maintenance company.

"While I've got you all here, I just want to remind you that Anastasia will be
here today for her 4 o'clock match."

A collective groan filled the room as all the women voiced their displeasure.

"I want you all to be civil to her. It's in all of our best interests to keep
her happy. The company makes a lot of money from her videos which allows me to
provide you people with a great benefit package and a lot of hidden perks."

After breakfast, everyone left the table headed for the gym. Just before Mike
left the room, Karla called out to him, "Not you Mike; get yourself up to bed
and get a couple of hours sleep. You've got the day off today. Set your alarm;
I'd like you to come to my office at 3 o'clock; I'd like to introduce you to
Anastasia."

"Okay, Boss. Thanks."

Chapter Six:

Mike's alarm went off at 2 p.m. With a moan, he got out of bed and made his
way into the bathroom. After splashing some cold water on his face he finally
felt wide awake. Remembering that Karla was going to introduce him to the
mysterious Anastasia, he took a little more care in how he dressed for the
day. Wearing a freshly cleaned and pressed pair of Khakis and a matching golf
shirt, which showed off his now, thanks to Truda, extremely buff body, he
walked confidently over to the gym.

He entered the offices, gave his best smile and afternoon greetings to Linda
and Cathy and a nod to Ira.

"Is she available, she wanted to see me at three?"

"Go right in Mike, she's expecting you."

With a quiet knock on the door, Mike opened it and stuck his head in.

"Hi Boss, You wanted to see me."

"Come on in Mike; I want to go over a few things with you before she gets
here."

Mike took a seat in the furthest of the two guest chairs as Karla began to
speak.

"First of all I just wanted to add my apology for what happened last night. I
should have known something was up when Truda told me you hadn't returned to
your room after the fight with Cathy. I could have gone over there and gotten
you out before anything happened to you. If you want, I'll keep the video off
the website. But let me tell you, if Cathy can clean it up, I'm sure it's
going to be one of our best sellers for a long time to come. As far as the
fight yesterday, you did a great job."

"Come on Karla, she beat me like a drum. And look at her; she's sixty pounds
lighter than me and half a foot shorter. I should have been able to win that
fight easily."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. I got you two together on purpose, because
after your fight with Truda I wanted to prove a point. It's not about how much
bigger you are or how much stronger you are than your opponent that really
matters; it's about how much skill you have and how much heart you show that's
important. Sure, in both cases I took it to the extreme; in the real world you
would never be matched up against either of them. Truda is a freak of nature;
she's just too big and strong to go up against anyone other than another
heavyweight."

"What about Cathy, according to that logic she had no business being in the
same ring with me and yet you saw the results."

"Pound for pound, Cathy is the best pure boxer that I have ever seen. Her
reaction time is so fast that she appears to know what her opponent is going
to do before he does it. I can't get her to take boxing seriously. For her
it's only a game. She just loves it. If I could just get her to train
seriously, to have Truda work with her to develop her upper body strength
there's no telling how far she could go. When I try to talk with her, all she
tells me is that her husband wouldn't approve of her fighting for real, so she
doesn't tell him. Instead she tells him that she's teaching aerobic boxing to
some of the office staff. She loves him so much that she's afraid that if he
ever found out the truth that he would leave her."

"That doesn't make any sense. What about the videos? Sooner or later her
husband is going to see one of those."

"Not really; we have an arrangement with her. We edit the video so that for
the most part the viewer is seeing it through her eyes. When her face does
come up on the screen it's shielded from view."

Mike nodded that he understood.

"So you see losing to her is nothing to be ashamed of. I tossed in that extra
incentive because I knew it would make for a better video. Also, tomorrow is
her husband's birthday and I figured she'd want to use the money to make his
day extra special. Just to let you know, because she loves her husband so
much, she does not claim any of her opponents under our spoils system; she
always asks one of the other ladies to take her place."

Just then her phone rang. When she hung up, Karla smiled. "Anastasia is here."

Moments later the door opened and she entered the room. In a business-like
manner, she said "You wanted to see me, Karla."

"I want to introduce you to our new boxing instructor, Mike Wilson"

Mike was already on his feet, trying hard not to stare. Crossing the room was
the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her features were perfect. She had
long, nearly jet-black hair that framed her oval face, offsetting her flawless
light-colored skin. Her eyes were dark, almost almond shaped, and her lips
were full and inviting, but it was her height and her manner of dress that
immediately caught his attention.

She had to bend slightly in order to clear the door-frame as she entered the
room; meaning that she had to be at least six feet eight inches tall. Mike's
eyes glanced down at her feet, noting that at least four inches of that height
came from her stiletto-heeled open-toe shoes. Clad in a little black dress
with spaghetti straps, she looked like she was dressed for a night on the town
rather than a trip to the gym.

Mike immediately pegged Anastasia as a sexual predator; every fiber of her
being screamed "Worship me!" 'No wonder none of the women like her,' Mike
thought as she extended her hand in greeting.

"My name is Anastasia; I'm very pleased to meet you, Mikhail," she said with a
very noticeable Russian accent. Mike was momentarily mesmerized by the
sultriness of her voice. When he finally found his voice all he could say was
"Hello."

Anastasia moved closer to Mike, closer than he felt comfortable with.

"So you are a boxer. I don't do boxing; it is too violent for me. I much
prefer wrestling; it's so much more intimate. Do you know what I mean?"

All Mike could do was nod his head. He felt intimidated by this woman.
Standing this close to him, he was overwhelmed by her size. Not just her
height, but the width of her shoulders and the length and thickness of her
arms; not to mention her sheer sexuality. As she talked to him he felt her
hand caressing his chest.

"Do you wrestle, Mikhail? I would love to set up a match with you sometime."

Mike nearly missed the almost imperceptible shaking of Karla's head.

"No, wrestling is not my thing. Sorry."

"That's a pity," she said as she took a step backwards and turned back towards
Karla abruptly dismissing him.

"Is my opponent here yet?"

"Yes, I understand he got here about an hour ago. He's probably in the locker
room getting ready, which is probably what you should be doing as well."

Glancing at her gold watch she replied, "You're right of course. I'll see you
in the room at 4."

Without even acknowledging his presence she turned and headed for the door.
Mike took note of her incredibly long and sculpted legs, and the sensual swing
of her firm-looking ass as she exited the room.

"Okay Tiger, you can stop drooling now," Karla said with more than a hint of
annoyance in her voice.

Without hesitation Mike replied, "No thanks; not my type. She thinks entirely
too highly of herself and would definitely be way too high-maintenance for me.
I won't be anybody's lap dog."

"Well, I can assure you that you're not her type, either. She's not into men
at all as far as I can tell. However, before you judge her too harshly let me
give you a little bit of her background.

"Anastasia grew up on a small ranch in Siberia, near the Mongolian border. She
lived there with her father and two older brothers. At some time in her early
childhood, her mother vanished from her life. She was never told the reason
why.

"Up until the age of twelve, she took care of the domestic duties of the
household; cooking, cleaning and doing the men's laundry. From that age
forward she experienced an unusually long period of rapid growth. By the age
of fourteen she was over six feet tall. Her father made her work in the fields
alongside her brothers in addition to her household duties. It was soon after
that that the sexual abuse began. Soon her father, and then her brothers all
were taking regular turns with her. For two years she accepted their abuse...
until the beatings began.

"One night, after the three of them had consumed a bottle of vodka; her father
came to her bed with the intention of taking his sexual pleasure with her. He
apparently was unaware of how strong she had become from her field work.
According to Anastasia, she killed him with her bare hands. Then she calmly
walked to each of her brothers' rooms and killed them as well. In the morning
she packed a bag and began the long dangerous trek eastward to the port city
of Vladivostok.

"Because of her natural beauty, she had little trouble exchanging sex for
passage to the United States on board a cargo ship heading to Long Beach,
California. She was smuggled into the country, and at the age of sixteen once
again used her body -- to get herself a new ID and make a living.

"About two years ago, she came to me and presented her idea for a new form of
video entertainment. She called it "Light Switch Matches." I was intrigued by
the idea and struck a deal with her. We would split the net proceeds of any
video revenue equally, in exchange for exclusive rights of her services. It's
been a very lucrative arrangement for both of us.

"So, don't judge her too harshly; she's had a rough life."

After several moments of contemplation, Mike responded. "Okay, I understand
that she's had a rough life and I'll cut her some slack. But that doesn't give
her a license to be such a stuck up bitch. I have one question; what's a Light
Switch Match?"

Karla replied at length. "A light switch match is between a man and a woman
and can best be described as a form of sexual combat. Since Anastasia created
the rules, they are written from the female point of view. The object for the
female is to turn the man on sexually, giving him an erection, and then, by
any means available to her, making him loose it; thus the name "Light Switch".
She must do this ten times in the course of the match, which has a one hour
time limit. Since this is a wrestling match, she accomplishes this feat by
placing him in various holds. There is a limit of how many light switches she
can accomplish in any one type of hold. This makes for a better video.
Anastasia is very skilled at getting guys hard, so we've had no problem in
that area. The referee is the judge as to when her opponent is hard and when
she has made him soft. By the way, she will only allow me to be the referee.
Both combatants wear a suit made of an extremely lightweight stretchy material
that clings like a layer of skin, revealing every contour underneath. The
male's is made like the swimsuit that a male stripper wears where he's not
allowed to show his genitalia. It has a pocket in the front for his penis,
which makes it almost impossible to miss an erection.

"From the man's point of view it's almost like a regular wrestling match. His
goal is to either pin her shoulders to the mat for a count of three, make her
surrender, or knock her out with a sleeper hold or something similar. His
motivation for entering into this type of match is money. If he wins the
match, or she fails to reach ten light-switches within the time limit, he gets
ten thousand dollars.

"There is one other rule; if the male ejaculates he's automatically
disqualified. It doesn't make for a good video if she goes for this type of
win so she hardly ever does it. In fact, this rule has only been used in one
match.

"It was about six months ago. A guy signed up for the match. Anastasia had him
to the point that he was nearly helpless. She put him in hold, after hold,
after hold, but could not get him hard no matter how she tried. Looking up at
the clock, she panicked; with about ten minutes left in the match she placed
him in a sleeper hold, and knocked him out. She stripped him of his suit,
dragged him to one of the walls, sat him upright, and sat behind him. Using
her long legs, she spread his wide and planted her feet on the mat holding his
legs in place, so that I had an unobstructed view of his cock. She placed him
in a full nelson, but then grabbed hold of his right wrist with her left hand,
trapping both his arms but leaving her right arm free. She took his rather
impressive looking cock in her hand and began to viciously manipulate its head
between her thumb and forefinger. She did this for the next three minutes as
he struggled to escape. His breathing became more erratic and he suddenly
began to cry out, 'Oh God, Oh God, No, No, Please God No.'

"With a series of convulsions, his whole body shook as cum rocketed out of him
with just seconds left on the clock.

I had no choice but to disqualify him. Anastasia released him and walked off,
leaving him crying uncontrollably, curled up in fetal position there on the
mat. I was able to console him enough so he could finally get his emotions
under control. When I asked him how he was able to resist her and keep control
of his body. He told me his heartbreaking story.

"Three years earlier he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer. After
listening to all of the treatment alternatives available, he chose radiation
therapy. The good news he said was that the doctors were able to save his
prostate; the bad news was that because of the location of the tumor, the
nerves that ran along the side of his prostate that controlled his ability to
get an erection had been permanently damaged. He said he hadn't had
intercourse with his beautiful wife ever since. He had planned to use the
money he won to supplement the ten thousand he had already saved to pay for an
implant that would artificially stimulate the muscles controlling the blood
flow out of his penis thus being able to get an erection with the pressing of
a remote. I was so moved by his story that I asked him to see me in my office
after he cleaned himself up.

"By the time he came to see me, I had already written a check for him in the
amount of twenty thousand dollars.

"Before I gave him the check, I had a little fun with him. 'You know, you did
lie to us. In the contract that you signed before the match is a clause that
states you are in good health and are capable of getting an erection.' Not
waiting for a response, I continued. 'Be that as it may, I've got a check here
for you, consider it a consolation prize'.

"When he opened the envelope and saw the amount of the check I thought he was
going to start crying all over again."

"That was awfully nice of you!" Mike exclaimed.

"It wasn't that nice. I took it out of Anastasia's share of the proceeds from
the video for being, as you put it, such a bitch."

Looking at her watch, Karla exclaimed, "Come with me, I have to get to the
match it's almost 4. First we'll stop in your office so I can set you up to
view the match live."

______________________________

One moment Mike's computer screen was blank, then the picture suddenly came to
life. The camera was fixed on Karla as she looked directly into the lens and
began to speak.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you are about to witness the latest in a series of
Light Switch Matches. I must warn you that this type of match is extremely
sexual in nature, so if this type of entertainment offends you, please return
to our home screen in the next sixty seconds for a full refund.

"At this time the rules for this match are scrolling down your screen. I am
the referee and the judge for this match. My rulings are impartial and cannot
be reversed. Now let's meet the combatants.

"In this corner wearing the white suit, standing an even six feet tall, and
weighing in at a very athletic one hundred ninety eight pounds is our
challenger, Chris Johnson."

The screen changed to a shot of a very athletically built handsome young man.
He was shaking his arms and legs to keep them loose and limber, shifting his
weight from on leg to the other. He was well built, with a swimmers body. His
shoulders were broad, his chest full, with a narrow waist and what appeared to
be powerful legs.

Mike was reasonably sure that he would be a favorite with the female viewers.
The picture changed momentarily to a tight shot of his suit and now Mike was
absolutely sure of it. The man was well-hung; even before the match had begun
he was filling out his pocket nicely.

"In the black corner, wearing all black, standing six feet four inches tall,
weighing in at two hundred twenty two pounds is our undefeated champion
.......... ANASTASIA."

The camera zoomed in for a tight shot of her face. Mike noticed that she had
tied back her long black hair. She was just as breathtakingly beautiful as she
was in Karla's office. The camera then backed off slightly and began a slow
pan downward, as she too shifted her weight from side to side trying to keep
limber. When the view hit her chest, Mike could see that the material of her
tube top clung to her breasts as they bounced ever so slightly, her erect
nipples clearly visible.

As the camera continued downward, it paused at a view of her washboard abs
before continuing downward to show her bikini-type bottom. Once again the
material did little to hide what was underneath. The outline of her lips was
clearly visible; the term 'camel toe' immediately popped into Mike's mind.
Lower still, the view was of her long dancer's legs, the muscles of her thighs
clearly visible as she shifted from foot to foot.

Dramatically, the camera moved back until her whole body filled the screen.
The whole process was intended to be sexually arousing; Mike had,
unconsciously, put his hand in his lap to adjust his growing member.

Karla called the fighters to the center of the ring.

"You both know the rules. This match has a sixty-minute time limit. The time,
score, and status will be posted on the scoreboard," she said as she pointed
to what looked like a basketball scoreboard that had been significantly
altered. The time on the board's clock indicated sixty minutes in bright red
lights. Along the bottom of the board was a line of white lights, none of
which were lit.

In the center of the board just under the time clock was a neon depiction of a
man's penis which the scorekeeper began to change by flipping a switch. The
depiction of the penis in red pointed upward; a moment later the color changed
to blue, and the penis was pointing downward. Along with the visual change was
an audio cue: an excited repeating tone for the red penis and a lower, sadder
tone for the blue.

The entire score board suddenly appeared in a small window that opened in the
lower right corner of his screen.

As Karla was giving them their final instructions, Anastasia was gazing at
Chris with hooded bedroom eyes, her lips in a slight pout. This gamesmanship
was having a visible effect on Chris as he stood trance-like less than three
feet from this beautiful amazon.

Mike wasn't even sure if he heard Karla give them their final command, "Let's
have a nice clean fight," and waved them back to their corners.

With a blast from the scoreboard's buzzer and the match began; the clock
beginning its countdown from sixty minutes to zero.

Both fighters moved cautiously to the center of the ring. Of the two, Chris
looked like the more experienced wrestler. He moved easily, feigning attempts
to grab one of her legs as he slowly looked for an opening. He hadn't counted
on her strength and quickness. Before he could react, her long arm grasped his
and pulled him into her chest, which he hit with a loud thud. Moving quickly
behind him capturing his arms, she placed him in a reverse bear hug pulling up
and back until his feet left the mat. She held him like this, using just
enough pressure to secure him but not causing him any pain.

"I love your body, so hard, so strong, what fun I could have with it," she
said as she nibbled on his ear.

Suddenly the red erect penis flashed on the scoreboard. The camera zeroed in
on his erection, which was quite impressive. Glancing up at the scoreboard,
Anastasia verified that he indeed had an erection. Suddenly Chris screamed out
in pain. Mike could see the muscles in her arms and shoulders bulge as she
applied more pressure to the hold. All sexual thoughts disappeared as he
fought to breathe. Soon the lower tone sounded, the status changed from red to
blue indicating that the light switch had been accomplished, and the first of
the white lights was lit.

With what appeared to be little effort, she tossed his body sideways; he
stumbled until he hit the padded wall and collapsed to the floor.

Mike looked at the clock, which showed less than five minutes had passed.

"Come on Chris, get up; we're going to have lots more fun, the party has only
just begun."

Chris scrambled to his feet only to end up in her waiting arms. This time she
put one arm between his legs and the other over his shoulder, lifted his body,
turned, and slammed him back onto the mat. Lifting him by one arm she got him
back onto his feet again, only to lift him up again and slam him back down
once again. This time however, she followed him down, landing hard on his
chest and forcing any air left in his lungs out with a rush.

Taking his arms high over his head she pinned him to the mat. This was of no
concern to Karla, because pinning him in this match was of no consequence. It
was what she was doing with her lower body that mattered.

Mike watched with fascination as she shifted herself directly over his supine
body and began to sensually gyrate over his captured cock. From a distance it
would appear that they were in the middle of a sex act, especially with
Anastasia urging her supposed lover on:

"Ooooo it's so big, it feels so good. That's it; give it to me hard."

She moved her chest over his face and rubbed her nipples back and forth across
his lips.

She could feel him hardening below her and knew she had turned him on once
again, so she lifted her body just enough to allow Karla to verify that. When
she heard the excited tone she knew his status had changed to 'on', so she
lowered her body back down, distracting him with her breasts as she snaked her
legs around each of his. When she had secured the grapevine she began to move
her legs apart, and placed her hands on his shoulders lifting her upper body
off his.

Soon the pain became unbearable, as Chris screamed, "Make her stop; make her
stop!"

She held her position a little longer, until she was sure the pain had turned
him off, then she released the hold and came to a kneeling position between
his legs. The deflated tone sounded again, the erection changed from red to
blue, and a second light was lit.

Not giving him a chance to recover, she straddled his body and slowly crawled
towards his head.

"Chris, Chris, why do you fight me so? You know you want me; why put yourself
through all this pain?" She sighed in her velvety, accented voice. "Come,
smell how excited I am for you."

Before it registered in his pain-racked brain, she had him in a schoolgirl
pin. With a quick yank of his hair she pulled his head firmly against her
barely covered sex and tightened her legs locking him into place. She was
sexually aroused, but it was not for him, but rather because of her control
over him.

The camera shot changed, allowing the viewer to see his struggles as his lower
body twisted and his legs thrashed in a futile effort to escape. Soon it
became clear for all to see: Chris was beginning to get hard again. His pocket
began to elongate and slowly lift off his lower belly.

The now familiar excited tone sounded again, and the red erection lit once
again.

Checking the scoreboard, an evil smile slowly came to her face. Releasing his
head from between her legs, she allowed it to drop to the mat.

"I see you enjoyed yourself; if you liked that then you'll love this."

With a quick shuffle forward, her calves holding his head steady, she placed
her ass directly onto his face. Within moments his body began to buck wildly.
His hands moved to her ass trying desperately to push her off; but at over two
hundred twenty pounds she was far too heavy for him to dislodge. His movements
began to slow as he ran out of air and at last ceased altogether. Moments
later the low tone sounded, and Anastasia rolled off his now motionless body.
With a quick glance at the scoreboard she verified that she had cycled him
three times in less than fifteen minutes; she was right on schedule.

Anastasia walked calmly to her corner of the room and took a sip from her
water bottle, adjusted her hair, and waited for Chris to rejoin her.

The view changed once again to show Chris's face, which appeared to be
peacefully asleep. Mike suddenly realized that Karla was wearing a wireless
camera and microphone, just like the police. He watched, fascinated as Chris's
eyes opened and he slowly became aware of his surroundings.

The view changed again; now a long shot showing Karla backing away from his
prone body as he began to roll over in an attempt to get to his feet.

"I'm glad you decided to join us once again; it's time for some more fun."

Anastasia quickly closed the distance between them, just as Chris made it to
his feet. She hooked an arm under his, turned quickly, took a couple of steps
and tossed him over her hip sending his body several feet into the air and
then crashing down on to the mat. She picked him up and repeated the move back
in the other direction. Picking him up a third time, she moved behind him
placing him in a standing full nelson. She held him motionless for several
seconds; Mike could see her deltoids bulge as she began to bear down causing
Chris to moan in pain. The view changed to Chris's face, a look of fear
clearly displayed for all to see.

Suddenly she moved them quickly towards the camera. The viewed changed just in
time to capture the impact against the padded wall. Chris absorbed the brunt
of the blow; first by hitting the wall and then a split second later, her rock
solid body slammed into his back.

"Are you having fun yet? I know I am," she asked more for the viewers than for
Chris.

She moved him back to the center of the room. Mike assumed as she bent to her
side that she was going to preform another body slam; instead with one arm
around his neck and the other between his legs she effortlessly hoisted his
body onto her shoulders into a backer breaker hold.

Anastasia turned until she was facing the scoreboard, noted the time remaining
and bending the arm that held his leg she began to caress his scrotum using
her elbow to keep his leg in place. Her finger traced a circle around his
package and then lightly along the crack of his ass. Soon her actions achieved
the desired result; when she received verification of his status change she
simply began to increase the pressure on his back. It only took a few seconds
before the pain in his back erased any of the erotic feelings he had
previously had. Looking back at the scoreboard, Anastasia saw that the status
symbol had now changed to blue and, with a shrug of her shoulders, released
his body and allowed it to fall to the mat.

Not giving him time to recover, she turned his prone body onto his back and
sat astride his stomach. At the same time she grabbed his wrists and stretched
his arms over his head. Anastasia slid backwards until she could feel his cock
wedged between her ass cheeks.

"Chris, you're not hard yet. How can we have any fun if you keep losing your
erection? Let's see if this helps."

She said as she slowly began to gyrate her hips. In order to speed the process
along she bent forward and began rubbing her breasts lightly across his face.

Before Chris could respond, Anastasia leaped off his body, and while still
controlling his arms knelt behind his head facing him. She placed a knee on
each side of his head, pinning his arms to the mat and started to rub her
hands down his chest and across his stomach. She left little doubt as to her
ultimate goal.

By this time Mike could tell that Chris was fully erect and so could Karla. A
moment later the excited tone sounded and his status changed to red.

As her hands touched the top of his suit, Chris tried to capture her head
between his legs. His first attempt failed, but with his second try he
momentarily succeeded if only for a second.

"That wasn't very nice Chris; I think you are going to have to be punished."

Disregarding her words he tried again. With lighting quick reflexes, Anastasia
captured both of his legs and slowly pulled them towards her causing his body
to bend over onto itself. An idea seemed to be forming in her mind as a
sadistic smile appeared on her gorgeous face.

"There once was a man from Nantucket, whose dick was so long he could...."

As she pulled his legs further back, panic overcame Chris. Mike could see him
trying to turn his head, but she squeezed her knees inward thus holding his
head tightly in place.

"Open your mouth. I said, open your mouth! If you don't open your mouth I'm
going to break you in half."

The screen now showed a close up on Chris's face as his erection began to poke
at his tightly clenched lips. Mike could see a tear running down the side of
his face as he capitulated to her demands and opened his mouth.

She pushed his legs down further, forcing the head and at least two inches of
his cock into his mouth which remained wide open.

"Suck it. Suck it. That's a good boy," she said as he closed his lips around
his cock.

By adjusting the amount of pressure she maintained on his legs, she started
moving his cock in and out of his mouth.

"Oh Chris, that's so kinky. I think, maybe, you've done this before."

Mike couldn't help but feel sorry for Chris. It was bad enough to be
manhandled by this powerful woman; but to be totally humiliated for all the
viewers to see was just too much. Mike didn't know if it was the obvious pain
that she was inflicting on him or the humiliation he must have been feeling,
but soon Chris began to soften, until he could no longer maintain contact. The
down tone sounded once again and the fifth light was illuminated.

Anastasia looked up at the clock; she had five cycles to her credit, half way
to victory. But that last cycle had taken fifteen minutes off the clock. She
had less than twenty-three minutes to complete five more cycles.

She released her hold and started to get to her feet. But, she had turned her
back to Chris; she didn't see the hatred in his eyes as he scrambled to his
feet and charged her, knocking her onto her back. He quickly covered her body,
pinning her shoulders to the mat. Mike found himself rooting for him as Karla
struck the mat twice, before Anastasia could lift one of her shoulders. Before
he could be thrown off her body, he tried to capture one of her legs to gain
more leverage.

To Chris's surprise she scissored his arm, and with a burst of strength
extended her legs pulling him off her body.

"I see you've finally grown a pair of balls to go along with that impressive
cock."

They each scrambled to their feet, but Anastasia was a little quicker; before
Chris was ready to defend himself she swept him off of his feet and slammed
him to the mat. Three more times she repeated the maneuver until he could
barely breathe.

Mike watched as the brutal beauty brought him up into a sitting position and
sat down behind him. He was pretty sure what was going to come next. Sure
enough, Anastasia placed her legs around his waist, and used a full nelson to
capture his arms. Chris was facing directly into the camera; all of the fight
had been beaten out of him.

Capturing his right wrist in her left hand she had him totally incapacitated,
and yet had her right hand free to stroke and caress him. In less than a
minute she turned him on again. Then she tightened the leg scissors until he
screamed in pain to complete the cycle. Three more times she ran him through
the cycle. When she checked the clock she had nearly fifteen minutes to win
the match.

Still holding him in place she whispered in his ear, "I could end the match
right now, but what fun would that be. So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm
going to give you a wrestling lesson for the next ten minutes, and then I'm
going to turn you on again. If you are a good boy and get nice and hard for
me, I'll tell Karla to turn off the cameras and give us a little privacy."

For the next ten minutes Anastasia used her magnificent body to torture him;
moving from one submission hold to another, maintaining each hold just long
enough to cause Chris agonizing pain but releasing the hold before he passed
out.

With five minutes to go, she switched tactics, using her body as a weapon of
seduction instead of destruction. Mike watched in amazement as Chris' body
once again responded to her caresses in spite of the beating that he had
endured.

Anastasia stood and held him at arms-length proudly displaying for the viewers
his rock hard cock as it pulsated with the beat of his heart. She was just
about to begin the turn off process, when Chris suddenly reached out and
yanked her top down, exposing her firm C-cup breasts with their prominent
nipples, and pulled himself forward. His mouth latched onto her nipple and he
began to suckle.

"Smart move Chris; that just might work," Mike shouted at the screen.

Chris knew that he could not fight her off if she tried to complete the cycle
by inflicting more pain. He hoped to distract her long enough by giving her
pleasure and maintaining his erection as well.

Anastasia's eyes were partially closed as she savored the sexual sensations
pulsating through her body.

Mike had one eye on the clock and the other on the close up of Chris as he
sucked and nibbled on her breast.

Then, with exactly three minutes to go in the match, Anastasia bent her head
and whispered into his ear.

"If you wanted to see my titties why didn't you say so? Here, have a closer
look." She pulled his head back until she dislodged him from her nipple and
then, with both hands behind his head, she smashed his face into the valley
between her breasts and held him firmly in place as she pushed her breasts
together with her arms.

With less than two minutes left in the match, Chris's arms fell to his side
and his body hung limply against her. Anastasia, once again held him at
arms-length so Karla and the viewers could watch as his erection ever so
slowly began to sag. From pointing upward it began to sink, past perpendicular
and finally pointing towards the floor.

The final tone sounded, the status signal switched from red to blue, the tenth
and final light turned on, and the busser sounded ending the match. Mike noted
the time; 58 seconds remained on the clock.

Anastasia held him for one last moment and then dropped him like a bag of
garbage, turned and walked towards the door, leaving Karla to see to Chris's
condition.

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"That woman infuriates me sometimes!" Karla hissed as she closed the door to
Mike's office. "She treats all of her opponents as if they were sexual
predators. They are totally humiliated, physically broken, and in some cases,
sexually destroyed. Then it becomes my job to fix the damages as best I can.
Fortunately, Debbie and Linda volunteered to take care of Chris. The last time
I saw them they were just about to enter the storage room."

"The longer the match went on, the more I found myself rooting for Chris. To
tell you the truth, I really don't understand why anyone would want to wrestle
her."

"Money and sexual pleasure. Most of the guys that accept her challenge have no
clue what they are in for; all they see is her beautiful facade, not what's in
her heart. Now you can better understand why none of the women can stand her
and why all of the guys hate her."

"Then why do you keep her around?"

"I'll admit it: it's for the money. She accounts for about a third of the
company's income. We're sort of stuck with each other. I need her to help grow
our revenue. I won't be able to do this forever; nor would I want to. Someday
I'd like to sell the company and retire early. She needs me because she
couldn't get the money she gets from here anywhere else. She needs a lot of
money to fund her lifestyle. She lives as a recluse; in a huge compound, with
three beautiful female employees -- a housekeeper, a personal assistant, and a
grounds keeper -- each of whom is also her sexual slave."

"How do you know so much about her personal life?"

"When she first started with the company, she invited me to her home for an
afternoon of swimming and fun. When I arrived the door was answered by her
housekeeper, who was completely naked. She escorted me outside to the pool
where Anastasia and two other women were sunbathing; all three equally naked.
She told me that the house rules required everyone to be naked and that I was
totally over-dressed. I figured 'when in Rome...', so I stripped and enjoyed
the sun and the pool.

"At some point in the afternoon, while she and I were soaking up the sun,
Anastasia clapped her hands once and the three women got up and stood in front
of her. Suddenly one of the women crawled up between her legs and began to
lick her. Another woman stood behind her lounge chair and massaged her
breasts. I was so engrossed with what was going on in front of me that I was
totally unaware that the housekeeper was kneeling at my feet, waiting for me
to spread my legs. When I shook my head, she pleaded with me."

'Please, my mistress will be very angry with me. If she finds that you are not
pleased with me she will beat me.'

"I'm really not into female on female sex; reluctantly, I spread my legs and
closed my eyes and tried to relax. I have to admit that she was very, very
good at what she was doing. I must have cum half a dozen times before I had to
push her away because I just couldn't take any more.

"When I glanced over at Anastasia she was wearing a huge strap-on and was
fucking one of the women from behind while that woman was licking the other
woman who was on the lounge. Soon the housekeeper straddled the lounge chair
and was gyrating on that woman's face.

"I have to tell you, it was what it must have been like to be part of a Roman
orgy. They continued to switch places until all three had been thoroughly
fucked by Anastasia, who then turned to me and asked if I wanted to take her
place. It was at that point that I realized how emotionally damaged she was."

After a period of contemplation she turned back to Mike and asked,

"Enough about her; how's everything going with you? Any problems? Anything I
can help you with? How's your strength training with Truda coming along?"

"Everything's going well, I've got a pretty good schedule going with most of
my trainees. As far as my training is concerned I'm more than pleased. I've
never been stronger or in better shape, but you'll have to ask Truda what her
opinion is. All she does is push me harder and harder and all she tells me is
that I'm almost ready; for what she won't say."

The whole time she was talking to him, she'd been standing close and running
the tips of her fingers up his arms and across his chest. If he didn't know
better, he'd say that she was flirting with him. But she was the boss and
besides, as beautiful and sexy as she was, she had to have a boyfriend, right?

"I keep in close contact with Truda and she's very pleased with your progress.
In fact everyone that I've spoken to about you has had nothing but good things
to report. Keep up the good work."

With that Karla stood and walked out the door.

Chapter Seven:

After three hours of working with his trainees and another two hours of
strength training with Truda, Mike was more than happy to retreat to his
office and do some paperwork. After making some progress notations for each of
his trainees, he called up his email. He had one new email. It was from Linda
in the office.

'You have been scheduled to fight Karla Anderson on the 28th at 4:00 in the
main event ring. Event type - Boxing. Please click accept to respond.'

'Great,' he thought, 'another chance to make some real money and to avenge my
previous loss to her. I have ten days to get ready.'

He clicked accept and then called up the fight calendar. Sure enough, there
was their fight scheduled on the 28th. He also noted that Karla was scheduled
that afternoon at 4:00 to wrestle some guy named Bruno. Checking the time, he
noted that he had just enough time to get his hour in on the treadmill and
grab a quick shower before the match.

At five minutes to four, Mike ran out of the locker room and headed for the
main event ring. It seemed like all the seats were taken, but then Truda stood
up and waved him over by her and the one remaining empty seat. Debbie, the
wrestling instructor, was already seated on his other side.

"Who's the big guy? I've never seen him before."

"That's Bruno Morretti he's not one of our regulars; he's one of Karla's
specials."

"Specials?"

"Oh, I forgot you're relatively new around here. Our opponents basically come
from three sources. One source is our employees/members; the guys you see
training here on a regular basis. Then we have the challenge matches where
different gyms and fight clubs challenge our fighters. The third type is what
Karla calls 'Specials'. Karla goes out to various 'Tough Man' competitions and
offers the winners big money to come here to fight. We also get tips from the
local cops about guys who get off on beating up their wives or girlfriends,
and who seem to be able to evade prosecution. Karla offers them $50,000 to
fight her. Of course that's chump change to her, especially when you take into
account the potential revenue from one of these videos.

"Bruno, it seems, likes to slap his wife around when he gets bored. The cops
were alerted a number of times, but the wife refuses to press charges,
probably because she's scared to death of him. Karla and I met with her a
couple of weeks ago. He doesn't know it yet, but she's going to leave him
right after the match and is coming here to live and train."

"He looks pretty big; I hope Karla can take him."

"No problem; the guy's big and strong, but he's got no formal training, he's
out of shape, and I'm sure he's never fought anyone who can compare with
Karla," Debbie answered.

Mike wasn't convinced. He watched as Bruno paced from one side of the ring to
the other. The look on Bruno's face was enough to scare the hell out of just
about anyone.

"Where the hell is she? Is she too scared to come out of the locker room?" he
thundered.

"I'm right here, Bruno, don't have a stroke. Are you in that much of a hurry
to get your ass whooped?" Karla replied as she stepped through the ropes.

Dressed in a white one-piece bathing suit which clung to her like a second
layer of skin, she looked invincible. Her huge arms and shoulders shocked
Mike. He hadn't seen her dressed like this before. When she was in the office
she always dressed in business casual clothes and when she worked out it was
always in sweats.

'She must be close to 200 pounds,' he thought to himself,' and I've got to
fight her next week.'

Donna, the MC for the event moved to the center of the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Amazon Combat Arena; this is our main
event.

Introducing, in the blue corner, standing six feet three inches tall and
weighing two hundred forty five pounds, from the city of San Diego, Bruno
Morretti."

The gym was filled with sound of boos.

"And in the red corner, our founder and CEO, standing six feet and one half
inch and weighing two hundred and two pounds, the one, the only, Karla
Anderson."

The place went crazy. The sound of cheers, whistles and the stomping of feet
seemed to shake the ground.

When the noise finally abated, Donna continued. "This is a no-holds-barred,
submission only match, one fall, with a one-hour time limit. The prize is
$50,000. Fighters, good luck and may the better fighter win."

The bell sounded and Bruno came running out of his corner planning on ending
this farce quickly. Karla easily side-stepped his bull rush and Bruno crashed
into her corner. Furious he turned and launched himself once again in her
direction. This time Karla pivoted on her left foot and hit him squarely in
the chest with a spinning mule kick, stopping Bruno dead in his tracks. Before
he could recover, she grabbed his arm and flung him across the ring into the
ropes. As he bounced off the ropes, Karla, standing in his path, bent at the
waist, allowed him to run in to her. At the moment of impact she stood up
sending Bruno high into the air. He came crashing down onto his back shaking
the entire ring expelling any air he had in his lungs.

Not allowing him to recover, Karla pulled him to his feet and with one arm
between his legs and one arm over his shoulder picked him up as if he were a
sack of flour and slammed him back onto the canvass. Twice more she slammed
him and then dragged him onto his feet and whipped him into the ropes again.
Bruno's nearly comatose body careened off the ropes; Karla waited in the
center of the ring. At precise the proper moment, she jumped high into the air
and planted both feet into his chest, again stopping his forward momentum.
Bruno crashed to the mat, only the twitch of his legs assured Mike that he
wasn't dead.

Karla regained her feet and slowly strutted over to Bruno's prone body.
Standing tall, she prodded him with her foot as she taunted him.

"Come on tough guy, get up; I'm not through with you yet. We were just
starting to have some fun."

Seeing that he wasn't getting up any time soon, Karla retreated to her corner.
Reached down and grabbed her water bottle. She took a sip, then walked back to
his body and made a show of slowly pouring a little of her water onto his
face. Bruno spurted and coughed and after several moments, slowly turned onto
his side and, with the help of the ropes, struggled to his feet.

Meanwhile Karla had turned her back on him, sealed the bottle, and tossed it
back to Min Lee her corner person. As she turned to face Bruno once again, he
lashed out with a powerful right hand, which, if it had landed squarely, would
have done significant damage to her beautiful face. As it was however, it just
grazed her jaw, just hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from the corner of
her mouth.

"That was a big mistake," Truda whispered to no one in particular.

Mike had to agree as he watched Karla wipe the blood with the back of her
right hand and raise it to her mouth, her tongue giving the back of her hand a
quick lick. Just as quickly she moved into her boxing stance. Both Mike and
Truda, as with one voice, began the chant: jab, jab, jab, shift your weight,
straight right! It was as if Karla could hear their instructions. Bruno had no
defense for her onslaught. The right hand caught him flush on the jaw. He fell
back into the ropes and keeled forward, face first crashing down to the
canvass once again.

"Get up tough guy, get up and fight. You like hitting women, beating them for
your own amusement. How does it feel to be on the receiving end? Get up, I'm
not through with you yet."

When he didn't move, Karla walked over to the nearest camera and did a slow,
sensual muscle show for the video. Mike sat in awe as he watched each set of
muscles seem to explode into full definition. He could feel one 'muscle' of
his own quickly come to life. His face turned red from embarrassment as he
felt Debbie's hand slowly begin to caress his thigh.

"Don't be embarrassed Mike, all of the guys and at least half of the women
have all felt the same way at one time or another. Look over there."

Mike, followed her gaze and notice two women sitting on the aisle of the next
section of seats, each had a hand between the legs of the other as they
watched the spectacle going on in the ring.

Finished with her impromptu performance, Karla sauntered back to Bruno's still
unconscious body. She knelt near his head, grabbed a handful of his dark,
curly hair, and pulled his head up, giving the viewers a good look at her
handiwork.

"I'm not through with him just yet. I want to hear him cry for mercy. They all
cry for mercy in the end. But the only thing is, I have no mercy to give these
weak, spineless thugs. Just think how it would feel to get in the ring with
me; to feel these python-like arms and legs slowly crush your weak,
insignificant little body. You too could be crying for mercy just like he'll
be doing in a couple of minutes. Just give me a call or shoot me an email. The
number and my address are on our website."

Karla looked back down at his lifeless face and began to slap him, gently at
first, and then with more authority, until his eyes began to flutter open.
Letting his head flop back to the canvass, she retreated back to her corner
allowing Bruno to slowly revive, stand up on his shaky legs, and retreat to
his corner. All the bravado that he had exhibited earlier was gone replaced by
fear.

Karla slowly crossed the ring, like a panther on the prowl, until she stood
directly in front of Bruno. Without a word and with no defense from Bruno she
tossed him head over heels across the ring. For the next ten minutes she gave
him a wrestling lesson that he would never forget; putting him in one
debilitating hold after another until he was prostrate at her feet.

"Bruno, I want you to surrender to me right now and promise me that you will
never strike another woman as long as you live. If you don't I promise you
that the pain you're in now is nothing compared to the pain that lies ahead."

Mike didn't know if Bruno was even aware or could respond to her. With a shrug
of her shoulders, Karla moved forward and placed his head between her muscular
thighs, crossed her ankles, and began to slowly squeeze. Bruno began to moan
and, as she increased the pressure, began to scream out his submission.

"Aaggh! Please don't kill me; you're gonna crush my skull. I give. I give. You
win. I promise to never hit another woman ever again. Please stop. Please."

Karla, looked up into the camera, struck a double bicep pose, and smiled a
wicked smile.

"See, I told you they all beg in the end. Dream of me tonight."

Debbie leaned over to Mike and whispered in his ear. "It's almost over now."

Karla released the pressure, uncrossed her legs and Bruno's head fell to the
canvass. Mike could tell that he was still alive by the rhythmic movement of
his chest, but knew for certain that he would need extensive medical care.

Karla moved behind him and pulled him into a sitting position. She clamped one
of her mighty arms around his head under his chin, while placing the other
hand on top of his head.

"That's it, a classic sleeper hold, he's finished."

Linda fell to her knees in front of him as Karla increased the pressure of the
hold. At first Bruno began to wave his arms, then one hand grasped her arm in
a vain attempt to break her hold. Linda watched as his eyes slowly closed and
his arms fell to his side.

"He's out, Karla; release him," she yelled.

Karla released the hold and allowed the body to fall face first to the
canvass. She waved to the crowd as the bell rang ending the massacre. She left
the ring to a standing ovation while Linda and Truda, who had already made her
way to the ring, slid the motionless body under the bottom rope to the apron
of the ring and then on to a rolling gurney for transport to a hospital back
in San Diego.

_____________________________

Mike was very quiet at dinner. The only thing on his mind was his upcoming
fight with Karla. How was he ever going to beat her? He had thought he stood a
chance against her because of his training with Truda, but that was before
today's match; before he realized just how muscular she had gotten. She was as
strong as a heavy-weight, but appeared to have the speed and the skills of an
experienced middle-weight. For Mike, that was a lethal combination. At least
he had nine more days to get himself ready. The only positive element to his
upcoming fight was that it was going to be a boxing match and not wrestling.

Chapter Eight:

For the next nine days he trained hard with Truda, increasing his personal
bests in three upper body lifts. He also scheduled two sparring sessions a day
with the best of his trainees. He beat all of the males and all but two of the
women. Truda and Cathy still gave him trouble but he felt he held his own for
most of their sessions.

The day of the fight, Mike did a light cardio workout in the morning and
rested most of the early afternoon. Unable to overcome the excitement and
anticipation of the fight, he left his room at 3:00 and walked over to the
gym. Fifteen minutes later he was sitting by himself in front of his locker.
Jeff had already wrapped his hands and helped him with his gloves.

"You should see the crowd out there," Jeff exclaimed after returning to the
locker room. "I'll bet every current member and nearly every former member is
here to see this fight."

"Terrific" Mike replied dourly.

"What's wrong Mike? You should be really jazzed about fighting her. What's the
worst thing that can happen? She destroys you in the first round? So what,
look what you have to look forward to afterwards; terrific sex with one or
more of the Amazons and then sitting back and watching the money rolling in."

"I don't want to lose; but if I do, I want my healing to be with Karla. I love
her, I think I've loved her since the first time I met her"

"Then I think you may have a problem. I've been here for nearly three years.
I've never heard of anyone who's been administered the sexual healing by
Karla. Come to think of it, I've never even seen her with a boyfriend. Maybe
she's not into guys if you know what I mean."

Mike didn't appear to be listening. He just sat with his arms on his knees
staring at the floor.

After ten minutes, Jeff jumped up off the bench next to him and shouted,
"Enough is enough. You've got a fight to win. Get up off your ass and warm up.
I'm going to set up our corner. Come out at 4 o'clock."

Promptly at 4:00, Mike entered the gym and made his way to the main event
ring. Jeff had been right, the crowd was huge; there wasn't a seat to be had
and people were standing three or four deep wherever they could. By the time
he climbed into the ring he could hear the chant being raised by the guys in
the crowd. Mike. Mike. Mike.

Mike raised a fist in the air acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. For Mike,
this was, on a smaller scale, what he had aspired to when he had wanted to
turn pro. He was brought back to the moment by the sudden roar of the crowd as
Karla climbed into the ring. She was dressed in her signature white. An Amazon
Combat Arena tee-shirt with the arms cut off, and shortened to reveal her
incredible abs. On the back was the Arena's familiar motto, 'A Hard Man is
Good to Beat'. This was over a pair of white gym shorts and fringed, white
boxing shoes. The outfit did little to hide neither her obvious muscularity
nor her feminine curves.

Mike and Jeff were huddled in their corner going over some last minute
strategy.

"Mike, I think your best bet is to try to take her out early. She hasn't boxed
much since I've been here. She's been concentrating on improving her wrestling
skills and bulking up. There may be a lot of ring rust built up. The longer
this fight goes the tougher she's going to get."

Suddenly, the voice of the MC for the event boomed out of the speakers. Linda
stood in the center of the ring, dressed in what could only be described as a
sexual version of a black tuxedo consisting of a black string bikini, and a
jacket with tails. On her legs were black stockings, and on her feet black
shoes with five-inch heels.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please. This is the main
event of the evening. We have two of our most popular boxers fighting tonight.
These fighters have a history together. They have fought on two previous
occasions. Each has come away with a victory by knockout.

"In the blue corner, standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing a trim
one hundred and seventy four pounds, the man that all the female fighters
voted the fighter they'd most like to administer to after a match, the Arena's
boxing instructor, Mike Wilson."

Linda waited patiently for the considerable cheers to die down.

"And in the red corner, a woman who needs no introduction. Standing six feet
and one half inch tall and weighing two hundred and two pounds, our founder
and CEO, the blonde widow-maker, 'Killer Karla' Anderson."

Once again the crowd erupted, the noise filling the arena.

"This fight is scheduled for ten rounds of boxing. Your referee for this event
is Truda Schmidt."

Truda beckoned both fighters to the center of the ring. Placing an arm on each
fighter's shoulder, she gave them their final instructions.

"I want a nice clean fight; no holding and hitting. When I say break, you stop
punching and take a step back. You can be saved by the bell in every round but
the final round. I can administer a standing eight count if I deem it
necessary. Any questions?"

Neither Mike nor Karla responded; they were too busy staring down one another;
trying to intimidate the other.

"Okay, then; let's give them their money's worth. Protect yourself at all
times. Touch gloves now and come out fighting at the sound of the bell."

They touched gloves, turned and retreated to their respective corners.
Mouthpieces were inserted and last minute words of encouragement exchanged.

With the sound of the bell the first round began. Both fighters moved out
cautiously, respecting the abilities of the other fighter. Mike was the first
to throw a punch; a quick jab, which penetrated Karla's defense. Moments later
he tried another jab with the same result. But, this time Karla responded with
a left-right combination, which Mike was able evade. He circled to his right,
away from her power, changing directions when he felt she was trying to cut
off the ring, all the time flicking his jab into her face. Near the end of the
round he moved inside, scoring well with both hands to her midsection. Her abs
and obliques were more than capable of withstanding his onslaught. This was an
attack to build up points, and hopefully to slow her down in the later rounds.
When the bell sounded ending the round, both fighters returned to their
corners.

Jeff congratulated Mike. "That round belongs to you. I told you she'd be
rusty, it was bound to happen after a three-year layoff. I want you to pick up
the pace this round. Get to her early and she's yours."

Mike sat on his stool, 'it had been a good round,' he thought, but he held no
illusions that this was going to be easy. He was a light heavy weight,
fighting a skilled fighter two weight classes above his. In addition, he knew
she was at least twice as strong as him. She could end the fight with one
punch if he wasn't careful. One mistake and the fight would be over. Just
before the beginning of the second round a thought came to him. 'In all the
fights I've had here and all the fights I've seen, I've never seen a fight end
with a decision. Every fight has ended by knockout. I wonder if they even have
judges and a scoring system.'

The ten second warning was given and moments later the bell for round two
sounded. This time Mike hurried out of his corner bringing the fight directly
to Karla. The fighters stood toe to toe for a good thirty seconds exchanging
punches with Mike's the crisper of the two. He ate some leather but for each
one of her punches that landed he landed three. Then, just as quickly, he
reverted back to circling and sticking his jab in her face. He could see the
frustration on her face, as well as a slight welling under her right eye. With
less than a minute to go in the round, Mike tried once again to get inside and
pound her belly. He never made it; Karla landed a right uppercut to his
unprotected ribs, knocking all the air out of his lungs and forcing him to
hang onto her for dear life.

Mike was still trying to breathe when he heard Truda's command to break.
Ignoring her he continued to hold trying to get a couple more seconds to
recover. Before Truda could issue a second command, Mike's arms seemed to fly
outward as Karla expanded her chest and thrust her arms outward breaking his
grip. But before Karla could follow up on her advantage, Mike practically ran
sideways out of range. Moments later the bell sounded ending round two.
Heading back to his corner he received a warning from Truda about obeying her
commands.

As he slumped onto his stool, catching up on his breathing, Jeff was already
applying an ice pack to his ribs. "Damn. She hits like a mule."

"Be careful out there; a couple a more shots like that and we'll be picking
you up off the floor."

When the bell sounded for round three, Mike moved out of his corner more
cautiously, his left arm held closer to his side to protect his rib cage. This
was just a ploy; he was hoping to draw her in, maybe take advantage of a
mistake or two before she caught on. He resumed his circling to his right,
throwing left jabs to keep her away, and, occasionally, a combination off the
jab. Karla tried to follow up on her success from the earlier round but all
she succeeded in doing was score a couple solid shots to his arm and shoulder,
nothing that would cause him any more damage.

Near the end of the round, Karla threw a left hook to his ribs, trying to copy
the success she had had on his other side. Mike never consciously saw the
opening that was suddenly presented to him, but his years of training made him
react to it. He launched a powerful right hook over her left, which landed
solidly on the left side of her jaw. Her head lurched to the right, sweat and
her mouthpiece flying out of the ring, before her body crashed to the canvass.

The whole arena was in shock; even Mike stood looking down on her prone body,
as Truda pushed him towards a neutral corner and then turned to start the
count. All of the males in the arena began to cheer as they finally realized
what they had witnessed. Just as Truda reached eight, the bell sounded ending
the round. Debbie, Karla's corner-person, raced across the ring and
half-dragged the still woozy fighter back to her stool.

"That was beautiful. Crap, you had her, only the bell could have saved her.
How do you feel?"

"Her hook landed just after mine did. I think she may have cracked one of my
ribs."

Jeff crouched directly in front of Mike as he held an ice pack to Mike's right
side. He wanted to hide the maneuver from Karla and her corner person. 'No
sense telling them that Mike's hurt again.'

Both fighters move out cautiously at the start of round four. Karla appeared
to be over the worst of the effects of her, near knock-out the previous round,
while Mike moved constantly to the right giving as much protection to his ribs
as possible. Each fighter landed solid shots during an exchange midway through
the round. It appeared that Karla was beginning to move the momentum of the
fight in her direction.

Rounds five, six and seven proved to be more of the same. With each round
Karla gained more confidence and inflicted increasingly more damage on Mike's
face and body. During round eight Mike was knocked down twice, once with a
beautiful uppercut that landed solidly in his midsection, dropping him to his
knees gasping for breath. The second was the result of a five-punch
combination that ended with Mike sitting in his corner and Jeff shouting for
him to get up. Mike just beat the count as he climbed the ropes back to a
standing position. It was a testament to his skill and conditioning that he
was able to survive to the end of the round.

"That's it; I'm ending this before she kills you," Jeff said as he reached for
the towel he had used earlier to clean Mike of his own blood that Karla's
gloves had smeared all over his face.

"No way," Mike yelled, grabbing the towel from Jeff's hand and tossing it out
of the ring. "Don't you fuck'n dare try to stop this fight. She's going to
have to beat me to win. I'm not going to quit."

The bell rang and round nine began. Mike came out of his corner quickly; a new
shot of adrenaline coursing through his veins brought him back to his earlier
level of aggressiveness. Circling to his right, he shot out a steady stream of
jabs to Karla's unprotected face. Karla's total lack of defense was apparent
as she stalked him around the ring looking for an opening to land a
fight-ending punch. Blood was dripping from her nose and from a nasty looking
cut at the corner of her right eye. The swelling under that eye, which Linda
had been able to keep under control, now seemed to all but close the eye all
together, making it almost impossible for her to see to her right.

Realizing her problem, Mike suddenly reversed directions, quickly moving to
his left before launching a series of left hooks to her midsection and ribs,
setting up a straight right that landed solidly on her jaw. Karla landed on
her back, her arms and legs outstretched.

Mike quickly retreated to a neutral corner as Truda began the count.

'There's no way she's going to get up; it's over.' Mike thought as he sagged
back against the corner, his arms hanging along the top rope.

Truda had reached five as Karla rolled over and began the slow climb up the
ropes. She made it to her feet at nine and turned, holding her gloves in front
of her face as Truda checked her condition and cleaned off any debris that
could cause harm to the other fighter.

Satisfied with her condition, Truda waved Mike out of the corner and the fight
resumed. Karla went into a protective shell as Mike did the best he could to
bring her guard down. It was a testament to her conditioning and overall
muscularity that she was able to withstand his body barrage. When the bell
sounded ending the ninth round the entire crowd was on its feet screaming
encouragement to both fighters.

An adrenaline rush can only last so long, and it was a totally exhausted
fighter that collapsed onto his stool. Jeff was trying everything he could
think of to energize his fighter; even to the point of pouring a handful of
ice chips into his shorts. Across the ring in the other corner, Linda was
working the ice bags as well in a desperate attempt to re-open Karla's right
eye.

It was two battle weary fighters that answered the bell for the final round.
The crowd was still on their feet, cheering on both fighters as they touched
gloves. The fighters stood toe to toe, neither wanting to bend to the will of
the other. Mike using his superior hand speed and movement to make Karla miss.
Karla, willing to take numerous hits in order to land one solid fight ending
punch, absorbing the best Mike had to offer. In the end the old adage turned
out to be true; a good big man, or in this case woman, will prevail over a
good small man.

After a near miss with a straight right that just grazed Mike's right cheek,
Karla fired a perfectly timed left hook that landed solidly on his jaw. Mike
never saw the punch coming, one moment he was evading a lead right and the
next moment everything went black.

Mike's body pitched forward, his knees hitting the canvass a fraction of a
second before his face. As she stood over him Karla knew that the fight was
over. She calmly walked back to her corner where Linda and Debbie both were
cheering loudly.

"You two know what to do."

Both nodded; no words needed to be exchanged.

Truda, by this time, had reached "10" and proclaimed Karla the winner. Karla
had her hand raised, posed for a final camera shot, climbed out of the ring to
the cheers of her fans, and headed to the locker room.

Truda knelt over Mike's motionless body and slowly turned him over onto his
back. The rolling gurney was brought ringside; Linda and Debbie helped Truda
get Mike out of the ring and on to the gurney, and rolled him into Truda's
office. He was just coming to when she finished reading the x-rays of his ribs
and skull. She gave him a concussion test, concluding that that too was
negative.

"Mike; that was the greatest fight I have ever seen. You should be proud of
what you accomplished.

"But I assume I lost, right?"

"Yes you lost, but you can hold your head high; you didn't back down, you gave
everything you had. Unfortunately you were up against a better fighter.
There's no shame in losing to one of the best. Here's some Advil, take them
now; they'll help with the pain. I'll stop in later this evening to check on
you. Now it's time for you to leave."

Truda helped Mike to stand and, on very unsteady legs, he left her office
heading back to the locker room. As he entered the vestibule between the two
locker rooms he became aware of two figures lurking just beyond the door.
Before he could react, two beautiful, very muscular and very naked women took
him under the arms and carried him into the men's locker room. Debbie held him
upright while Linda removed his shoes and socks. Mike, much to his
embarrassment, was already beginning to respond. He tried to escape but Debbie
easily maintained her control as she whispered in his ear.

"Relax; we're just here to help you get cleaned up, and to make sure you don't
get hurt."

By this time, Linda had him completely naked and was gently holding his
impressive equipment.

"I can't wait to get my share of this."

"Easy girl, we have our orders; we can look but can't touch, remember?"

"Oh, alright. Let's get him cleaned up before I get myself in trouble."

The women helped him into the shower and scrubbed him down, being careful not
to cause him any more pain than was absolutely unavoidable, washing all of the
dried blood, which was mostly his own, off his body. Linda couldn't help
herself; after rinsing off his now totally-erect cock, she took him all the
way into her mouth, just to prove to herself -- and to him -- that she could.

"Linda, if he cums you'll be in a world of trouble."

They helped him back to his locker and were drying his hair with a towel when
Truda came into the room holding a small syringe and quickly stuck it in his
butt cheek. They held him upright until his legs gave way and then laid him on
the bench. They quickly got him dressed, carried him out to Truda's Hummer,
and transported him to the house and up the stairs to Karla's bedroom.

________________________

Mike's eyes began to flutter and open as he slowly regained consciousness. At
first he thought he was lying in his own bed.

'No wait; this is not my room. Whose room is this?'

He tried to get up and then two things became readily apparent; one, his head
was pounding and two, every part of his body above his waist was screaming at
him to keep still.

Suddenly a female figure appeared in the bathroom doorway. She was backlit so
he couldn't see her face, but there was no doubt that she was a woman; a
large, muscular and very sexy woman.

"I'm glad to see you've finally come around. I've been checking on you for the
last hour or so and I was beginning to get a little worried. Do you remember
anything that happened to you?"

'Karla?' he thought. "The last thing I remember, I was in the care of two
beautiful and very naked Amazons."

"And before that?"

"You beat the crap out of me."

Karla closed the bathroom door, slowly crossed the room and climbed onto the
bed. Two candles on the nightstand issued a soft light illuminating her face.
It was clear that he had inflicted considerable damage during their fight.

"If you look that bad, I can image what I look like."

"That's one of the reasons why you're here. I know you've been through this a
number of times since you started here so you know what we are about to do.
But even if I had allowed one of the other women to administer the healing, we
still would have gotten together.

"Remember when I hired you I said I had two reasons? You see, the other reason
is that since the first time we met I've been attracted to you. I've kept
myself at arms-length from you because I wanted to see what kind of guy you
were, how you worked with the rest of our people, and what kind of heart you
possessed. I found myself liking you more and more every day. That posed a new
problem for me.

"Here in The Arena, I had set a high standard for the women to follow: to the
Victor goes the spoils. Well, in your case, I wasn't the Victor because we had
each won a fight against the other. If I was going to be the Victor I would
first have to beat you once again. But for us to have fought in the condition
that you were in when you first started here would not have been fair; and it
would have been a hollow victory for me. That's why I had you train with
Truda; you needed to be a lot stronger and better conditioned. You also needed
a lot more experience with fighters who could push you to your limits and
beyond. You have no idea how hard it was to wait until you were ready. But for
me it was worth the wait. You proved to be everything I hoped for... and more.
You pushed me to my limits... and almost beat me. I'm not sure what I would
have done if you had."

"I know you would have been the spoils I'd have taken. Karla, I've dreamt of
this night for as long as I've known you. I just assumed that you weren't
interested in me in that way."

"Now that we've cleared the air, I think we should begin your healing. Don't
worry I'll be gentle. At first."

Epilogue:

The wedding took place two months later. For the mail order minister who
presided over the event it was the most unusual he had ever witnessed. All of
the current employees were invited to attend the wedding service, which of
course was held in the Arena. All were instructed to arrive one hour before
the actual wedding. As they were arrived they were given a clean set of
fighting attire and assigned to either one of the rings, the octagon, or a one
of the temporary matted areas set up for the event.

Promptly at three o'clock, Mike and his best man Jeff entered the Arena and
climbed into the main event ring. After a short wait, Karla entered, followed
closely by her bridesmaid Truda, to the sounds of the Wedding March. When
everyone was in their proper locations, the minister began the service. As he
glanced around the room, he was overwhelmed by the overall fitness and
muscularity of all of the attendees, especially the bridal party. His hands
were actually shaking as he read through his prepared script.

All of the women had been previously told what was expected of them at the
conclusion of the service; even the minister had been warned. So after their
vows, after expressing their never ending love for one another, after the
exchange of rings and after he proclaimed them man and wife, the minister
asked the wedding party to turn towards the crowd and taking several steps
backward to the edge of the ring announced:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time I am proud to introduce Karla and
Mike Anderson."

What happen next was captured by twenty-four cameras strategically placed
throughout the arena. The "Royal Rumble" that took place lasted over an hour
and required more than a month of editing, until the final product was made
available as a super-premium addition to the website.

The Healings that took place behind closed doors in the offices, locker rooms,
storage room, and hot tub were not made available to the general public. Only
the participants were given that authorization code.

THE END

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