Familiar Ritual

Mixed boxing, 360 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

Siren’s website proved very popular among devotees of mixed fighting, especially if it was CFNM. Someone who was especially keen was a young Korean-Texan student, named See-Hee. Skilled at combat herself, she contacted Siren after watching the video of her defeating three men in a row (Gallery 805), and said she would like to fight a man in a CFNM match.

Siren arranged an interview, because she would want to see the woman first, before going to the expense of staging and filming a fight. Not wanting to sound unkind, but if she looked like a tank, few people would want to buy the video. When she did see her, she signed her up instantly. What a beauty! She was on the tall side, and dark-skinned with a trim waist. Busty and curvy, she had a beautiful face, with pouting, Cupid’s bow lips. Siren, a keen businesswoman, could imagine the sales pouring in. See-Hee accepted the terms enthusiastically – 75% of the fighters’ cut of the sales if she won, 25% if she lost.

Siren arranged for See-Hee to fight Todd the following Saturday afternoon. Naturally she didn’t consult him, just told him she needed him for a CFNM match at the given time. He sulked a bit, but she guessed it was just for show, knowing the prospect of fighting a new woman excited him.

And there was something exciting about See-Hee in her tight, white leotard. Just in case you had any doubt about her intentions, it had “Fight” written above her delightful breasts. Strangely, there was something ominous about the “Pretty Girl” written over her right thigh – although it wasn’t as ominous as the strap-on that Siren wore to film the fight. Todd gulped at the sight of it while they were warming up, knowing what would be required of the loser. He felt especially vulnerable because he was naked. He had better win, he told himself.

Siren introduced them for the benefit of the many people she knew would buy the video, and directed, “Fight”. They observed the formalities, then a dull thud and a wince on Todd’s recoiling face told the viewer that See-Hee’s left glove had opened her account on her opponent. It was a good, firm jab, and Todd’s face expressed surprise as much as pain. She got him again with a similar, harder blow on his temple and he felt vibrations throughout his face and head.

A left push-kick to the stomach had him involuntarily retreating, and a right cross properly sent him on his way, as it were in the direction of ten minutes to the hour. Then another left jab changed it to ten past.

At the camera, Siren found herself nodding with approval when See-Hee’s right foot banged into Todd’s stomach. The young student was doing well, and mixing up her attacks. “I might persuade her to fight again,” she mused, “perhaps bare-fisted or wrestling, perhaps against two wimps at the same time – who knows? Plus, she looks great fighting!”

She did, too. Her kick had sent Todd into a corner, and now she walked back a few paces to the centre of the ring, and waved to him to join her there. There was confidence, humour and mockery in that wave, calculated both to entertain Siren (which it did), and infuriate Todd (ditto).

He reached her, growling and snarling like an angry dog, and See-Hee belted him with a right cross, showing the dog who its master was. The blow was too much for Todd, and he found himself falling, unable to stay on his feet. Pretty girl had sent him to the mat!

See-Hee stood over Todd, slumped untidily at her feet, and celebrated. Then she went over and posed for the camera (and Siren). She had obviously fought a lot before, and by her air of assurance, she had obviously won a lot, too. Siren found the idea exciting, and noticed that she licked her lips as See-Hee returned to the middle, where Todd had got himself up. It wasn’t just the prospect of renewed combat; there was something stimulating about this tall, oriental beauty, looking over her male opponent’s head. And smiling, always smiling.

For all that, she meant business, and her left glove thumping into Todd’s jaw sent him swinging from the shoulders upward. Recovering, he resolved to attack; but See-Hee seemed to paralyse him with a right kick, broadside on, rendering his attempted body punch redundant.

She got him on the jaw with a forceful, rising left cross, and Siren caught it beautifully on the camera. There was something sexually exciting about that fine female figure at full strength, delivering an expert punch. She had him hopping to stay on his feet, making Siren laugh. Todd certainly was a comical sight, blundering about in confusion at the onslaught of his ravishing opponent.

He clinched, but all it did was to put him on the ropes. See-Hee got him there easily. She’d knocked whatever doubtful resilience he might have had out of him by now, and she semi-wrestled him there easily. Then she powered a left hook into his kidney, and followed up with a battering ram of a right into his chest. The waves of pain emanating from Todd’s kidney area were now met head-on by counter waves stemming from his chest.

Siren could sense See-Hee’s growing momentum. The two body blows had made Todd drop his guard, so she helped herself to his exposed jaw. Her right fist slammed into it, and he seemed to stretch the ropes as they struggled to contain him.

The lady boxer now belted her male opponent with a left uppercut. What a beautiful punch it was, too! Todd looked thoughtful for a moment after it, then dropped onto the mat in a heap. See-Hee walked around him, celebrating her, literally, stunning punch. Then she stood over him, before walking over to Siren again and doing the same.

While she was doing this, the bell rang. They’d forgotten about it, but this match actually had timed rounds. So See-Hee went and stood, contented, in her corner, waiting for it to ring again, or for Todd to stir, whichever happened sooner. In fact when it rang it woke Todd up, and she marched to the centre. He, meanwhile, got up, resembling a man with a hangover. He shook himself, joined her, and raised his fists.

Todd started a rather ponderous ritual of circling, but See-Hee interrupted it with a left jab. She was keen to get a result now, and the familiar feeling of her glove on his face was a cold welcome back to the present for him. Once again, his face betrayed a rictus of pain. He vainly tried to strike back, but she saw it coming, stepped back and kicked him high in the ribs. He knew from the experience of his many encounters with women that they would hurt for weeks after that. She could have cracked a few of them with the blow, and certainly bruised them.

This time, See-Hee chose to clinch. Todd was glad of it, because it gave him a rest. When her nipples, hard from the excitement of the combat, dug into his chest, he wondered why it was that he didn’t just enjoy women rather than getting into fights with him. They always won, after all.

The feel of the ropes on his back brought him out of his reverie. Then a sudden pull on his right arm reminded him that he was in jeopardy; and a knee crashing into his stomach confirmed it. One shapely, feminine knee did such damage! Todd coughed, wheezed and gasped.

Believing she had neglected her delightful knees, See-Hee banged the other, right one into his chest. The battering that she was inflicting on his body couldn’t last. He was still weak and breathing with difficulty after the previous blow to his stomach. This now threatened to force him to concede victory to her. The angry pain that burnt his chest made it very tempting to give up.

See-Hee was merciless. Understanding the damage she had caused by these two body blows, she kicked him in the ribs, managing to hit the same place as before. There was a definite, sickening “click”, as she certainly cracked a few this time.

Todd wailed and hunched his shoulders. She could have finished him off, there and then. But remembering Siren’s whispered plea not to beat him up too early, so her customers could get their money’s worth, she watched him, satisfied, for a few moments, before going over to the camera for a bit of posing. She waited for Todd to “recover”, then met him in the centre once more, grinning and looking forward to receiving that 75%.

No sooner had she met him, than a bullet of a left fist met his chin. Siren nearly dropped the camera, wanting to applaud. Yes, she’d definitely get this Spitfire of a fighter back! Her punch had Todd in disarray. More than that, it was a model of poise, balance, and delivery, and beautiful to watch. Siren, standing behind her, captured what must have been the best view: See-Hee’s lovely round bottom was in the foreground, while Todd’s head and face, falling away from her outstretched fist, were in the background.

Siren shivered deliciously as See-Hee got her lover on the jaw with a superb right cross. Todd’s head vibrated and jarred from the blow, while all the time his assailant smiled. This time she stood up straight, like a prize fighter of old, slugging it out with an opponent.

Her gloves were on the back of his head. She forced it down, and drove her thigh up into his face. His teeth clanged together several times, like a ruler “pinged” on a desk, and he feared she may have broken his nose. It was such a lovely thigh too, yet it achieved such destruction!

Dazed, Todd tried to focus. But his efforts were interrupted by a thunderbolt of a left hook. It had him spinning to the side, and it ought to have sent him to the mat. Perhaps if he had been more alert, it would have done. But his senses had been so bludgeoned by now, that he resembled one of those wooden dolls which are round where the feet should be, so they just roll about when pushed.

Playing for the camera now, See-Hee lifted him briefly in a bear hug, demonstrating that she could do whatever she wanted with the useless male. Then she put him down and regarded him, hands on hips.

“Stop toying with him and hit him!” Siren silently urged her, shaking slightly in anticipation of the knockout blow. “Stop teasing me, I must see it!” she tried to convey to the charming young fighter.

At last her fist landed on Todd’s chin, in another rising right cross. It was a superlative punch, and it sent him crashing to the mat. But the sharp landing didn’t hurt him, or disturb him one little bit. She had knocked him out, and he was mercifully oblivious to his surroundings.

See-Hee stood over her downed, unconscious male opponent, hands on hips again, and looked down disdainfully at his face. Victory was sweet, and she decided on the traditional victory pose, foot on chest, while she counted him out. At four, she declared him a “pussy”. “Siren looks horny,” she announced at 9 (certainly she wore a grotesque sort of horn, which Todd had so feared earlier). At ten, Todd was “KTFO by a college girl”.

The victor went and stood at the camera, gloves raised in triumph. Then she went over to Todd, and brought him round by sitting on his face, as was her due in the unwritten convention of these matches. He knew what he had to do – well he’d been there often enough! His tongue went to work, and See-Hee stretched out in full ecstasy. She shouted with pleasure when he brought her to orgasm, before turning her attention to his cock. It was fully erect, and her gloved hand soon brought it to a climax. After all, this had been about her pleasure, not his.

See-Hee was obviously influenced by the videos of Todd’s previous fights, because she now did all the femdom stuff. She forced him to spread his legs, then demanded who was fucking who, “bitch?” On cue, Todd answered, “See-Hee is fucking me!”

After a kiss, she stood up, and invited Siren into the ring. She readily accepted and raised See-Hee’s glove like a professional boxing referee. Then the two women kissed, before See-Hee clasped the strap on. “Am I pleasing you?” she asked, at which Siren assured her that she was. They embraced, and then See-Hee left the ring, very pleased with her first bout in this genre.

“Oh God!” thought Todd, as siren approached him. He was on his knees at this point, and about to get up. He tried pleading with her not to inflict the now familiar ritual on him. No such luck! The revolting strap on was pushed in his mouth, and he had to make the best of it. Siren seemed to love it, though.

Yes, she made him get on all fours. And yes, she penetrated him with that hideous object. All Todd could do was grit his teeth and pray that the ordeal would soon come to an end. But it seemed to take an age, while she worked away, obviously relishing the act. So much so, that she achieved an orgasm. “Thank God for that!” thought Todd, when the evil contraption was at last removed.

Siren raised Todd to his feet using a headlock. “Do you want me?” she asked, once she had got him in a corner. He did, as it happened (but even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t say so – not a good idea!) Between kisses, she told him he belonged to her, and he readily agreed. They kissed once more, and left the ring, arm in arm.