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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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