BOXING
HELLENE |
By
Cactus Juggler (c) 1999 |
I liked working the night shift at the
gym. I worked from three to eleven, when Hanrahan's
closed every night. For the last hour I worked alone,
although by that time there was rarely anybody still
working out. It wasn't even really like working,
because I'm a real fitness freak. I not only got
paid, but I also got my daily workout without having
to pay for a fitness club membership. It was a sweet
deal, and I knew it. I didn't worry at all about
leaving the place alone after eleven every night,
to tell the truth the gym was in a lot better neighborhood
than where I lived.
Best of all, Hanrahan's boasted a full
set of boxing equipment. Four speed bags, three
heavy bags and a complete ring along with a selection
of gloves. I loved to box, it was the hobby that
suited me best. Once a week I went across town to
spar with women at another all-boxing gym on the
west side. The yuppies at Hanrahan's rarely used
the equipment at all, so I usually had it all to
myself.
The only real drawback to my job was having
to deal with some of the snobbier customers. Hanrahan's
was a strange place, an upscale little gym that
catered to an affluent crowd of workout junkies.
It was busiest around lunch and then again from
about five to nine. Most of the members where really
nice people, but there were some pretty condescending
folks too.
The worst of them was Hellene. I absolutely
despised the woman. She came in and lifted weights
about three nights a week, and always made sure
to turn up her nose at me. She was probably ten
years younger than my thirty, and yet she still
condescended to me like I was a servant. I *hate*
rich people. That's not the only reason why I hated
her though. I hated her because of the way men fawned
over her. Scratch that. The way all the guys in
the gym drooled over her did bother me, but it was
the way my boyfriend Joe gawked at her that really
pissed me off. He often visited me in the evening
hours, and the few times he'd seen her he couldn't
keep his eyes off of her. I guess I couldn't blame
him too much, she *was* beautiful. And he is just
a guy. I hated her because she made me feel insecure.
I'm in great shape, trim waist and well muscled
all over. But where I was dark, slim and muscular,
Hellene was blond, and curvy in all the right places.
Especially up top. I told myself that by the time
she was my age those huge tits would be hanging
to her knees, but it didn't help much when I had
to watch the whole gym lusting after her. She was
affluent, beautiful, and completely willing to rub
in the fact that I was neither.
Once, she tossed a sweaty towel in my
face while I was talking to a male customer I liked.
"Thanks Karen. Hello, I don't think
we've met." She said, dismissing me and walking
off with the guy who'd forgotten he was talking
to me the moment he saw Hellene.
She wasn't even interested in the guy,
she just did it to put me in my place. What a bitch.
I'd had a number of run-ins with her, and I absolutely
hated her.
When I worked the heavy bag, I sometimes
imagined that I was in the ring with Hellene. She
was taller than me by a couple of inches, and probably
had twenty pounds on me, but I would tear her up
if we met in the ring. I imagined that my punches
were landing on her big boobs as I slammed away
at the bag. I fantasized that I was smashing them
black and blue, until they were totally destroyed.
It was pretty sad, I know. I never imagined that
I would ever actually get my chance to pummel her
though. But I guess you just never know where life
will take you.
Joe was visiting me, and it was just after
ten. It had been a pretty slow night, and now Joe
and I were the only ones in the place. I got him
to lace me up and hold on the heavy bag, and I started
to work off a little stress. It was a surprise when
she walked in. I was in a nice rhythm and then all
of a sudden I noticed Joe staring intently towards
the front. I turned, and there was Hellene. It was
unusual to see her there that late, and it was an
even bigger surprise when she walked straight up
to me.
"Hi. You wouldn't want to spar a
little would you?" She asked out of the blue.
I was stunned. Had I even heard her right?
"You want to box with *me*?"
"Sure. It'll be a good workout."
This was a dream come true. She actually
wanted to box with me. But I couldn't do it. If
I beat her ass I'd probably be out a job.
"I don't know Hellene. I'd hate to
accidentally hurt you." I warned her.
"Hurt me? Ha ha ha! I'm a big girl,
don't you worry your little head about me."
Hellene replied with a laugh that cut right through
me.
She was laughing at me? Any thoughts of
restraint left my head. I was going to show her
whose pretty little head she should be worried about.
"Alright, let's go." I told
her.
****************
Ten minutes later we were in the ring
and ready to go. My boyfriend Joe kept staring at
Hellene in spite of the daggers I was looking at
him. It was obvious that just the idea of watching
two women box turned him on in and of itself.
We squared off and bumped gloves. Hellene
made as if to back into her corner before starting,
and I surprised her with a cheap shot to the jaw
that she never saw coming. It was a sharp jab that
rocked her jaw and sent her mouthpiece half out
of her mouth. She dropped the mouthpiece on her
glove as she stepped back, glaring at me.
"You little bitch! You sucker-punched
me! I'm going to beat your scrawny little ass for
that!" Hellene shouted before putting her mouthpiece
back in her mouth.
I just grinned and shrugged my shoulders
at her. I had every intention of making this a short
fight. I planned to beat the hell out of this arrogant
bitch. She advanced aggressively, and we exchanged
a few probing blows before I saw another opportunity.
I stepped in and landed a tight combination of jabs
that rocked her head. I had her now. Dazed a little
by the combo, she was ripe for the big hit now.
As I unleashed the uppercut that would knock her
out, I was amazed to see her avoid the big punch.
At almost the same moment she connected to my stomach
with a vicious right hand. Strong as my stomach
was, I was still hurt by it. And then she connected
twice more, both stinging jabs landing on my body.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe! She had winded me.
I staggered back, helpless as she rained
blows on me. She kept pounding away at my stomach
until I was backed up against the ropes. I was totally
defensive now, just trying to protect myself from
her furious assault. She rocked my head from side
to side with a series of punches, and then I saw
flashes of light in my eyes. My knees turned to
jelly and I crumpled to the canvas in front of her.
I was dimly aware of her breathing heavily above
me as she spit out her mouthpiece. I lay limply,
trying only to breathe, as I too spit out my guard.
"How do you feel now, you scrawny
little cunt?" Hellene goaded above me as I
lay gasping.
The fact that I had been defeated, and
easily, by this rich bitch was worse than the physical
pain I felt. My stomach turned sour and I was so
angry and humiliated that I couldn't believe it
could get any worse.
"Thought you could beat me? I'll
show you who's in charge here, you little bitch."
My conqueror spat down imperiously.
I felt her gloves under my side, and then
she was flipping me over onto my back. My arms sprawled
out weakly above my head as she knelt over me. I
could barely focus my eyes on her as she pulled
back her arm and landed a stupendous punch to my
stomach. I felt like my stomach was destroyed. I
curled up into a fetal ball, gasping and coughing
for breath.
"You just stay there for a moment."
She told me, laughing because she knew I couldn't
even think, much less move.
Hellene left me curled up there, and moved
over to the side of the ring where Joe watched.
She held out her gloved fists to him.
"Untie me."
"Is Karen okay? I'd better help her."
Joe asked, as he undid her gloves.
"No! You just stay there and watch.
I'm not done with her yet." Hellene told him
sharply.
"What are you going to do?"
Joe asked her.
"I'm going to teach her a lesson
she won't forget."
I fought to get air into my tortured lungs,
my stomach aching with the damage she had done,
as Hellene pulled down her shorts and then her panties
as well. She handed her panties to Joe and he took
them uncertainly.
"Why don't you sniff these while
you watch me make your little tit-less girlfriend
eat me out." She told him.
I was lying on my side now, and I watched
amazed through tear-clouded eyes as he actually
held her underwear to his face. I tried desperately
to get up as Hellene turned around and moved back
towards me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She pounced on me, and although I tried
to fight free of her, she easily pushed me down
onto my back and sat straddling my waist. I brought
my arms up, but my hands were weak and useless in
the imprisoning gloves. She grabbed my hands and
forced them back over my head and down to the mat
as she slid forward on me. As she came to rest high
on my chest, Hellene locked her knees in against
my outstretched arms, pinning them in against my
head. Now my arms were trapped stretched out above
my head, and I found myself staring right at her
blond muff. I tried even more desperately to struggle
as I realized what she intended.
"What's wrong little girl?"
Hellene asked, as she began stroking her swollen
sex right in front of my face.
"Please Hellene, get off of me. You
win." I gasped between racking little sobs.
"That's right little girl, I am obviously
superior to you. But don't you think I deserve something
for taking the time to teach you your place? I think
so. So why don't you shut up and get to work?"
She asked me, and then she reached down and grabbed
my hair.
Before I could even protest, she was yanking
my face up and into her crotch! Using both hands,
she tugged my face roughly against her wet sex.
I was totally submersed in the smell and sensation
of her coarse blond muff and her wet opening.
"Lick it! Lick my snatch you titless
little moron!" She shouted down at me.
It was surreal. I lay on my back, a woman
I hated rubbing her cunt in my face while my boyfriend
watched and sniffed her panties. I was in hell.
But I wasn't going to give in to her. I wouldn't
tongue her.
"I *said* LICK IT!"
Suddenly she pushed my head back down
to the canvas and slid forward and sat her pussy
right on my face. I was smothering in her pussy.
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I was totally
helpless. And all the while I could only look up
in the face of my tormentor as she enjoyed my complete
humiliation. Suddenly my already burning stomach
exploded with even greater pain as she reached back
and slammed her fist down into my gut. It was the
single most painful thing I'd ever felt, and I screamed
soundlessly into her smothering weight. She lifted
herself up a little so that I could catch a heaving
gasp of air before she slammed her sex back down
on my face. I could feel her wetness on my nose
and mouth, it was disgusting.
"Lick me, or I'll smother your little
trailer-trash face to death!"
She suffocated me with her pussy and ass
until I couldn't hold out any longer. I was dazed,
overcome by pain and humiliation. Just that easily
she was making me do it. I was licking Helene's
pussy as she sat on my face. Under her direction
I slurped and sucked, just thankful that she let
me breathe.
"That's better, you little cunt.
And to think you thought that you could compare
to me. Me! You're not just titless, you're brainless
too! Now suck that pussy, suck it because I am a
better woman. Suck it because you are my inferior,
fit only to be my servant. Ooh, oh, oh....that's
it, work that tongue!"
She was getting louder and louder as she
used me to bring herself to orgasm. I lapped and
sucked and soon the victor loudly claimed her spoils
as she came on my face. I don't know if she realized
that she was smothering me, but with her sitting
full weight on my face I just couldn't breathe.
I shook and struggled under her, but she didn't
even seem to notice.
"Oh yeah. You've obviously done this
before." She laughed as she moved back and
sat on my chest.
I coughed and gasped, unable to catch
my breath. Sitting on my chest, Hellene pulled off
her little top and sports bra. Her huge, hanging,
round breasts dangled free above me and she just
smiled down at me as I fought to breathe.
"Alright lover boy. You're little
cunt girlfriend has got me a little bit horny. Do
what I say and I'll make your pathetic little dreams
come true." She told Joe, motioning for him
to come into the ring.
"...get......off...of...me."
I croaked as Joe climbed into the ring.
"How would you like to suck on these?
If you're obediant enough I'll let you. What do
you say?" She asked Joe, cupping her huge mounds
in front of her.
He looked even stupider than normal as
he nodded dumbly.
"You...bitch!" I managed to
cough at her.
"You just hold down her arms now."
Hellene told Joe, ignoring me.
I couldn't believe that Joe was doing
what she told him! He just knelt down and held my
wrists down to the canvas. I glared at him, but
he wouldn't meet my gaze. Hellene climbed up off
of me and turned around to straddle me the opposite
way. Twisting, she looked down at me over her shoulder
and grinned cruelly.
"Now I'm going to knock you out,
my way. It's time you were put in your place. And
I think the place for you is kissing my ass. So
here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to smother
you unconscious with my ass and let your boyfriend
suck on my tits while I do it. After I knock you
out I'm going to take your boyfriend back to my
place and fuck his brains out. Have a nice nap!"
She told me evilly.
As she began to move her ass back towards
my face, I struggled and flailed. But with Joe holding
me down it was hopeless.
"You-you traitor. Let go of me! I
thought you loved mmmmphhhh!" My cries were
cut off as Hellene plopped her round ass back down
on my face.
Her soft, warm ass molded completely around
my face, and I was smothering again. It was only
worse that I could still hear her laughing about
what she was doing to me.
"Oh my god. She must really love
this, she's actually licking my asshole!" She
lied to Joe.
"Is she really?" He asked, stupidly.
"Oh yeah, and it feels really good.
It's making me even hornier than I was. Move her
hands down here." She told him and I knew that
he'd be just about blowing his wad in his pants
by now.
It was bad enough that she was sitting
on my face, but she had Joe convinced that I rimming
her! I just squirmed harder, but it was useless.
I felt Joe moving my arms closer to my head, and
the Hellene trapped them there with her ankles.
"Alright lover-boy, she's not going
anywhere. Time for your reward, come on around here
and suck my tits." She told him, and I soon
heard the sucking and slurping sound of him doing
it.
"Aren't my tits the best you've ever
seen?" She asked him.
He mumbled a barely coherent "yes",
probably because his mouth was still wrapped around
one of her huge boobs.
I struggled less and less as I began to
weaken under her asphyxiating ass. I was going to
pass out, and there was nothing I could do about
it. She was in total control, of my breath and apparently
my boyfriend's brain as well.
"I can feel it happening. Your little
poor white trash girlfriend is going to sleep now.
She's not even licking my asshole anymore. And it
felt so good. Maybe you could do the same thing
for me when we go to my place. Would you do that
for me, lick my asshole like she did?" She
asked, in a sweet innocent little-girl voice.
"Sure. I'd love to." He answered
her, and I couldn't believe it.
"We're going to have so much fun..."
She was saying as I finally blanked out under her.
****************
I awoke sometime later, in the dark. I
was still lying in the ring. The smell and taste
of Hellene's pussy lingered on my face and reminded
me of what she'd done. My face and the back of my
head both hurt from both her blows and also the
smothering weight of her facesitting. Laying there
I cried for a long time before struggling out of
the gloves and going to the shower to clean myself
up. It looked like they'd just turned out the lights
and locked the place up on their way out. I followed
their example and found my way home. I cried myself
to a fitful sleep.
I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing
and saw that it was after two in the morning. I
picked it up and answered it groggily.
"Hullo?"
"Karen? It's Hellene. I just wanted
to thank you for not hurting me when we boxed. Ha
ha ha! By the way, your Joe is quite the good little
slave-boy. I'm sitting on his face while he licks
my ass right now." She gloated.
I think I'm a pretty tough woman, but
just the sound of her confident young voice made
me want to cry again.
"I-I don't believe you."
"Is that right? Your Joe has given
his new owner at least half dozen orgasms tonight.
I bet he'd like to eat my pussy again right now.
Joe? Would you like to eat your mistress's pussy
some more?" She asked.
"Yes mistress, please." I faintly
heard Joe's voice in the background.
I couldn't help it, I just started crying.
"Alright slave, do a good job on
my asshole and I might just let you taste my cunt
again." Hellene told him as I began to sob.
"That should clear up any questions
you had about that, yes? Anyway, I just wanted to
thank you for the orgasm earlier. And for the gift
of your submissive idiot boyfriend. See you at the
club tomorrow. " She gloated and then she hung
up on me.
For the second time in one night, I cried
myself to sleep. How had I let this young stuck-up
bitch destroy me like this? My life was ruined.
My boyfriend was worshiping my hated enemy and I
couldn't possibly go back to work. I hated Hellene
more than anyone ever hated anyone. I would find
a way to get my revenge, I would.
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