A new hope

Diana was beginning to regret her decision to have Svetlana come to the hotel with them. Since there were no extra rooms, she had to let her sleep with her daughter, and the two of them were staying awake much longer at night than Diana would have liked.

Having their rooms right next to each other certainly didn’t help; she could clearly hear her daughter’s wild moans as she was dominated by her Russian girlfriend.

At the gym, she had to give her a lecture that was quite uncomfortable and embarrassing for both of them.

“...And no more sex until after the match!”

“But Mom!”

“No ‘buts’! Karen, the whole point of not letting you go out anymore was to get you to sleep through the night, not to have you getting dominated and screaming the whole time.”

Svetlana let out an amused little smile, while Karen was bright red, dying of embarrassment.

“Okay, enough now—time to train. Svetlana, warm up too; I want to see what you’re capable of. We only have two days of training left. I want you to relax and rest your body on the last day before the match.”

Training continued as planned, and Diana was genuinely and pleasantly surprised to see Karen return more focused and energetic than ever.

She was also surprised by Svetlana’s skills; Svetlana helped Karen with her speed, footwork and clinching, while Jeff—the assistant brought in from America—continued with the regular training and was used to simulate Elvira’s strength, though even a man couldn’t compete with the power of the Russian champion’s punches.

On the second day of training with Svetlana, Diana had an idea she already regretted just thinking about.

An intense sparring match between Karen and her girlfriend.

Diana gave her clear instructions.

“I want you to go all out, Karen. Treat Svetlana as if she were Elvira—not like the little games you used to play at the club. I want to be sure you have a clear strategy in mind that works in the ring. It doesn’t matter how dirty it is. If you show me you’re confident in what you’re doing, then we can continue.”

Diana then turned to the red-haired Russian and warned her. “That goes for you, too. I want you to focus and not let Karen get away with anything. Use every weakness you know about my daughter to gain the upper hand—don’t hold anything back. If you care about her, then prove it by giving it your all right now.”

The two exchanged serious glances, understanding their coach’s words. There was no more time for jokes, skirmishes, or flirting—it was time to see each other as opponents and give it their all.

Svetlana immediately understood her task. She couldn’t win against a boxing prodigy like Karen, but that wasn’t what she’d been asked to do.
Diana hadn’t even asked her to limit herself to strict boxing, for that matter, and she was ready to do anything to slow Karen down and distract her.

Karen, on the other hand, was full of doubts. She’d felt so confident up until this point, as if her strategy had no reason to fail. She genuinely believed she could do something against Elvira, but now the tension of the upcoming match and having to test her theory in front of her mother and her girlfriend were really worrying her.

Nevertheless, she was no novice. She swallowed her worries and stepped into the ring, determined to prove she was right—not only to her coach, but above all to herself.

“Oh, and one last thing. You’re fighting topless.”

Karen was taken by surprise, but Svetlana didn’t hesitate for a moment, accustomed as she was to her job at the nightclub, where she was always half-naked while fighting her coworkers, and removed her shirt as soon as Diana spoke.

At the sight of her sexy, half-naked girlfriend, Karen began to hesitate just a little.

“If we want your tactic to work, you have to be able to withstand anything, and we need to give ourselves every possible advantage. I’ll ask that the match start topless—it’s the challenger’s right to make such requests. So you’d better get used to it. You wanted to start using these sexual tactics; now you have to embrace them.”

Her mother was right. She couldn’t hesitate now. Karen took off her sports bra and let her young, firm breasts fall freely against her chest, her small but pointed nipples immediately reacting to the temperature of the gym.

“Okay, now focus and show me what you can do. Box!”

The two lovers approached the center of the ring cautiously, Karen still a bit hesitant, Svetlana knowing she couldn’t compete in a head-to-head match.

The Russian was the first to move, using her height and longer arms to throw a few exploratory jabs, unwittingly turning Karen’s own tactics against her. Karen was tall and muscular for a girl, so this was the first time she’d found herself at a height disadvantage. She really wanted to hit her girlfriend’s breasts—such beautiful, round targets. Karen stood there staring at them for a moment, imagining her lips wrapped around her plump nipples.

*CRACK!*

Svetlana’s fist smashed into her nose—not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to make her take a step back, snapping her out of her trance.

Karen realized her girlfriend must have held back some of the force of the blow so as not to risk injuring her before the match.

The embarrassment of that realization was devastating. And somehow pleasurable. Karen’s mind went blank for a moment, her submissive side emerging from the depths of her mind. She knew she had a soft spot for beautiful, strong women—especially if they were stronger than she was.

Could the same thing happen to Elvira? Even though she hadn’t felt any immediate attraction, the woman was not only strong but also incredibly sexy. A memory in which Karen had masturbated to a sports magazine featuring Elvira nudes came back to mind, even though it had been many years ago.

She began to moan in her head, while in the ring Svetlana continued her assault, seeing no response from Karen.

Diana watched, puzzled, but knowing she had to let the fight continue. She had to hope her daughter could pull through on her own, just as she would in the ring against Elvira.

Right and left jabs to the face to stun her, then a nice uppercut to the stomach—just the way she’d always liked it. Svetlana saw no problem with it. A mischievous little smile crept onto her face, just like when they used to fight and "wrestle" at the club and Karen let herself be dominated, but now she knew her girl had to stay focused, and if this was her best, she didn’t stand a chance against Elvira.

In her mind, Karen was frozen; instead of Svetlana standing before her, she saw a big, powerful Elvira dominating her, while she imagined herself weak and defenseless.
She imagined the insults and the force of the champion punches, magnifying everything Svetlana was doing.

Elvira spoke to her, like their match was already ongoing.

“Did you really think you could step into the ring against me? Now you’re my little slut.”

Punch.

“I’ll make you come in front of your mother and the whole world, and then I’ll knock you out to show everyone just how weak you are.”

Punch.

“Do you want to be my personal punching bag? You're terrible at fighting, but you're so cute when I beat you up with my fists.”

Punch.

Karen began to moan, her pussy soaking through her shorts, and Svetlana’s fists sank deeper and deeper into her abs. Even though she felt a little guilty, Svetlana continued to pummel her girlfriend with blows—real punches aimed at knocking her out and humiliating her with an orgasm. She also started hitting her in the groin—straight uppercuts to her pussy and clit—which, instead of making her scream in pain, made her grunt with animalistic pleasure.

Diana tried one last thing, a bit of reverse-thinking encouragement that might just work.

“I know this was a bad idea. Thank goodness your father won’t be able to see the pitiful state you’ll be reduced to.”

Karen’s imagination—the spiral of submission into which she had fallen deeper and deeper of her own accord—came to an abrupt halt. The face of her beloved father was the only thing on her mind now; imagining what he would think if he saw her so submissive and ridiculous shook her to her core.

Svetlana didn’t even get a chance to see them. One punch after another struck her with devastating precision. First to the eyes, to blind her. Then to the arms, to lower her guard and make them heavier. Then to the solar plexus, to wear her down and force all the air out of her lungs. And to finish it off, a barrage of knockout blow to the face that would have ended any match imediately.

One second she was sensually caressing and teasing her submissive girlfriend tied up on the ropes; the next, she found herself taking several steps back to avoid being knocked out by a barrage of superhumanly fast and strong punches.

Karen's speed was unprecedented; in a single second, she threw about ten punches, all of which were controlled, precise, and hit their intended targets. Despite the trance she had been in just a few moments earlier, she managed to hold back so as not to hurt her partner too badly.

In the seconds that followed, Karen was unstoppable—a goddess in the ring.
Despite Svetlana’s lack of experience, the Russian was still a remarkable athlete—very fast and agile—but even so, she couldn’t keep up with the prodigy’s movements. Even Diana was taken aback. She had never seen her daughter move so fast, with such precision. It didn’t matter who her opponent was at that moment—professional or not. Karen would have destroyed anyone. The fact that she was even holding back because her opponent was her girlfriend made the whole thing even more surreal.

In a self-defensive instinct, Svetlana drew on her other skills. Anticipating a punch, she let it pass under her armpit and locked it in a judo hold, trying to throw her opponent and put an end to her devastating flurry of blows that had now cornered her.

Diana intervened immediately, ending the match.

“Hey! What was that?”

“Sorry. I’m not that good at boxing. But I’m good at judo and other things.”

“Mom, I’m fine—it didn’t hurt—and besides, I was exaggerating with my punches. Sorry, Lana.”

“Don’t apologize—that’s exactly how you need to handle Elvira. Let’s start over—this time against Jeff. I want you to repeat the combinations and try to knock him out as fast as possible. Jeff, defend yourself as best you can, because if she accidentally kills you, no one here in Russia will shed a tear for you.”

The poor guy swallowed hard and put on his gloves, knowing he had to give it his all even in a sparring session.

To give her daughter an extra incentive, Karen whispered in her ear.

“If you can knock him out 10 times in 10 minutes and keep him alive, you and Svetlana can do whatever you want tonight, even using him—as your last night of freedom before the match.”

Embarrassed but pleased with the offer, Karen clenched her fists and prepared to beat the guy to a pulp with all the most powerful punches in her arsenal.

Diana took Svetlana aside to ask her where she had learned to fight, but above all to ask the girl how she had felt in the ring against this new Karen.
Seeing just how much potential her daughter still had to show, the former sex fighter felt a new sense of hope for her.