Message-ID: <13464eli$9807300147@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gwalb25@my-dejanews.com Subject: Story: After the tournament PtII Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.fetish.wrestling,alt.sex.femdom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pl567$do5$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> After The Tournament. Part II by GW Mature adults only rape violence F/M femdom "Are you threatening me, you perverted little bitch?" Frank snarled aloud, and punched Sandy in her naked belly. She doubled over, gasping in pain. Seeing the look of pain in Sandy's face made Frank feel better, and guilty as hell, at the same time. Unable to control his tumultuous emotions, he smashed his fist into her face. Sandy tumbled backward onto the floor. "You lousy bastard!" Sandy yelled, nearly crying. Her negligee had fallen open and her beautiful, sexy body was fully exposed. Frank jumped on Sandy and straddled her chest. He punched her twice more in the face. Sandy was almost unconscious. Frank noticed his huge penis was hard. He rose to his knees, and parted Sandy's plump muscled thighs, and drove into her with vengeful excitement. "You want to fight me, Baby? You got it!" Frank snarled in his wife's face. Sandy couldn't do anything, but lie there and take it. Being punched in the face and raped wasn't what she'd been dreaming about a few minutes before, but Frank's sudden brutality overwhelmed her. She found herself almost as excited as her furious husband. They both came furiously together. Frank fell across Sandy's body, and lay there exhausted. Sandy's ring victory had taken a lot out of him, and his usual stamina was sorely depleted. Sandy had recovered from his punches and she was furious. "O.K. Bastard, if that's how you want it!" Sandy muttered and grabbed Frank's sore ears, just as she had during the match. Lifting his head from where it lolled against her sumptuous bosom, Sandy smashed her forehead against Frank's mouth and nose. Frank saw stars and Sandy slid her legs around his waist. With a sudden thrusting grip, she locked her ankles behind his back. Stunned and hurt, Frank reared his head up. As he did Sandy smashed her forehead into his chin, and then into his jaw. "You bitch, what are you doing?" Frank roared. Sandy stifled his roars by tightening her powerful thighs, until Frank groaned at the pressure. She rolled him off her, and rolled on top of his right arm, trapping it beneath her body. At the same time, she locked her hands together under his chin and pushed his head back as far as it would go. Frank beat ineffectually at Sandy's arm and shoulder with his left hand, but her head was shielded by her arms, and he couldn't do anything to break her grip. His back and belly still ached from the beating the gorgeous blond had given him that afternoon, and now she was squeezing his trunk like a tube of toothpaste. "Lemme go! Goddam you!" Frank yelled, furious, but unable to get at the fierce blond. "Make me wimp!" Sandy sneered, and bent Frank's head back further, and squeezed her dynamic legs tighter. She pressed her face against his hairy chest, and sank her sharp, white teeth into his powerfully developed pectoral muscle. He teeth sliced into his nipple drawing blood. Frank shrieked in pain "You filthy bitch... awwwwrrrrrrr... Stop it let go! Leggo, leggo!" Sandy snarled through teeth clenched tightly in Frank's flesh. "I'll let you go when I get damn good and ready you dirty, lousy, little pansy!" Sandy felt her husband's big muscular body start to go limp. She loosened her legs, and pushed him over on his back. She crouched astride his middle. Before letting his chest go, she bit down as hard as she could; then she sat up. Frank's head was still bent backward at an angle, and Sandy karate chopped him across the throat. Frank thrashed around trying to throw Sandy off. She'd drained a lot of his strength, and he might be unskilled at wrestling, but he was still a formidable athlete. It wasn't easy to pin him. Before he could dislodge her, Sandy stood up. As she stepped off her husband, Sandy stamped her high heeled foot into his belly. Frank's body jackknifed. The hard-looking, washboard of muscles felt all squishy to Sandy. She could feel the tingle all the way up her thigh. She smiled at the damage she was doing "Stupid jerk, he deserves everything he gets!" Sandy smiled complacently. "Get up and take your punishment like a man! Even if you can't act like one!" Sandy sneered. Sandy's contempt was another blow to Frank's damaged manhood. "Lousy bitch!" He almost wept. He rolled over on his hands and knees, trying to scrabble to his feet. Sandy's leg flashed, to kick his hard muscular behind. Frank sailed forward on his face. Sandy leaped at him, and knee dropped into the small of Frank's back. She'd already strained and hurt it badly that afternoon. Frank screamed at the sharp renewal of agonizing pain. Sandy was totally indifferent to Frank's suffering now. She grabbed his big muscular arm and twisted it behind him in a hammer lock. She pushed him up on his feet, held his arm tight with one hand, and plowed her free fist into his kidneys. After half dozen kidney punches, Sandy let Frank's arm go and spun him around. She smiled at the look of sick shock in his face, and plowed her fist into his weakened belly, well below the belt-line. Frank croaked as the air whooshed from his lungs. He doubled over clutching his abdomen, but he couldn't ease the terrible cramps. Doubled over, Frank's face made a tempting target. Sandy slapped him as hard as she possibly could, putting all her strong, supple, back muscles into it. Frank's head snapped to the side, and Sandy backhanded the other side of his face just as hard. Frank's knees buckled, and he pitched forward. Sandy caught him under the armpits and straightened him up. She drove her knee up between his legs, stopping just short of crushing his scrotum. She laughed at the cringing fear in his pain bleared eyes. She slid her arms around his waist and locked them in the middle of his back. Sandy crushed Frank's near helpless body against her vibrant nudity. She worked her powerful arms up and down his body. Her softer, girlish body was too much for Frank to resist. Her padded, feminine belly pulverized his muscled abdomen, and her pillowy boobs mashed his herculean chest. For Frank it seemed like a nightmare, except the pain was so awfully real. He couldn't escape Sandy's bearhug; it took all his fast dwindling strength just to suck air into his tortured lungs in choked little sobs. Sandy exultantly drained the last bit of strength from her husband's muscular body. Frank's eyes glazed and he went limp in Sandy's arms. Sandy contemptuously threw her husband away from her. Frank stumbled a couple of steps and fell against the wall. He clung to it for support. He was so dizzy the room was spinning around. He was dimly aware of his beautiful wife coming at him menacingly again. Frank couldn't face Sandy's wrath again, just yet. He lurched away and stumbled back into the bathroom. He slammed the door, and fumbled with the lock in nervous fear. "Christ!" Frank thought. "I've got to get it together. Sandy is killing me.. As he tried to lock the door, Sandy twisted the knob, and slammed her sturdy body it. "You miserable, gutless wimp, come out here, and fight like a man; even if you can't fight like a woman." Sandy screamed. Frank lost his grip on the doorknob, and the door banged open. Sandy stood there with er hands on er swelling hips. "We're not finished yet!" She announced coldly. " I can't believe I'm married to a gutless little wimp, who hides in the bathroom, so his wife can't beat him up." She sneered. Sandy's sneers goaded Frank to renewed fury. He flung himself at her; his greater weight shoving her back out the door into the bedroom. His momentum bowled her over, and she landed on her plump behind. Sandy wasn't taken wholly off guard. When Frank came down on top of her, she jammed her foot in his belly. She somersaulted him over onto his back. Sandy flipped to her feet. Frank was still on the floor struggling to get up. Sandy grabbed his left arm with both hands. She bent Frank's muscular arm straight out from his side, and drove her toe into his armpit several times. His arm shivered in pain, and Sandy dropped it twitching to the floor. She stamped her foot, with herfull weight behind it, down on his heaving chest. Still in a raging fury, Frank whirled around and swung a round house left at his wife's beautiful face. She just ducked in time. Crouching low, Sandy counter attacked Frank's belly with her own hard little fists. A flurry of punches belted into his middle, doubling Frank over. Frank smashed his fist into Sandy's right boob, squashing it painfully against her chest. The punch knocked Sandy back a step. "Bastard!" Sandy moaned. She just managed to block a left uppercut to her jaw, but a straight right drilled into her abdomen. The svelte blond beauty staggered, but her firm belly muscles didn't cave in the way Frank's had a moment before. Sandy staggered though and let her guard down, and Frank's left crashed into her the side of her head. Sandy staggered backward. Frank followed, in a boxing stance. He looked a little more confident, but the punch to Sandy's head had stung his fist up to the elbow. He drilled another left into Sandy's big, right boob. The beautiful blond gasped in pain, but her raised fists didn't waver. When Frank repeated the punch, Sandy bobbed aside and retaliated with a hard left to his jaw. Frank's head snapped sideways, but he followed up with a right. Sandy ducked her head, and his fist hit squarely on the top of her head. Again he felt the pain in his bare knuckles. He threw another left at her nose. Sandy ducked her head again, and Frank's fist bounced off her forehead. Sandy's head ached, but Frank's knuckles were scraped and red from her bony forehead. Sandy hit back with a quick left jab to Frank's cheek, then a right to his jaw. Despite his pained expression, Frank's right flashed toward her face. Sandy turned her head just enough so his fist glanced off her cheek bone. They traded several more punches. Sandy's head was knocked this way and that. Sandy was groggy and seeing stars, and Frank's bare fists were swollen and bleeding. He winced each time he landed a punch. Frank knew that if he hit anyone like that yesterday, man or woman, they'd be out cold. Sandy foggily knew it too; she should be stretched out unconscious by now. It encouraged her to know she'd sapped so much of Frank's vitality. Sandy noticed how Frank hesitated now before each punch. She must capitalize on that hesitation. She concentrated hard to gather her wits, and when Frank paused, slammed a right uppercut to the point of his chin. Frank staggered back a step, seeing stars himself. Frank realized his foxy wife, though not a skilled boxer, had evened things up pretty effectively. Cursing the pain in his knuckles, Frank shifted his attack. He slammed his fist into Sandy's taut belly again, and followed with one to her big, vulnerable looking boobs. His blows had lost some steam though and Sandy rode out the pain in her gut. She guarded her belly closer, and left her boobs unguarded. Punches to her big absorbent breasts hurt like hell, but didn't seem to do any lasting damage. Frank shied away from punching Sandy's hard head with his sore, bleeding knuckles, and she was effectively guarding her firm belly. The only target left was punch his wife's big, sumptuous tits. He knocked the huge globes all over her chest. The pain cleared the fog from Sandy's mind. She gritted her teeth, and retaliated with hard rights and lefts to Frank's face, whenever there was an opening. Her hands were sore and bruised too, but she just didn't give a damn. After a few moments of this exchange, Sandy noticed that Frank's punches hurt less. There were fewer of them too, and a lot more openings to his face. Sandy saw Frank's eyes glaze over, after one particularly hard, straight right to his chin. Her left smashed straight into his nose and he hollered in pain. Sandy stepped in close and drilled rights and lefts into Frank's lower belly. She drove him back in a crouch. Her husband's impressive abdomen was still sore and strained from her earlier attacks, and Sandy's punches took his breath away. He gulped for air, and dropped his guard to protect his vulnerable middle. Instantly Sandy blasted more rights and lefts into his exposed face. Frank stumbled and almost fell. While he tried to get his balance, Sandy stepped in close and blasted her knee up into his aching belly. She followed with a left to Frank's jaw, and a beautiful right uppercut to his chin. Sandy watched her big, powerful husband start to topple. She lowered her head and butted him in the gut. Her hard head drilled into his softened up middle and nailed his back to the wall. As Frank slid down the wall, Sandy mercilessly pounded his face and chest. The next thing Frank noticed, he was sitting helplessly against the wall. His eyes were unfocussed and his ears ringing. He braced his arms back against he wall and tried to raise himself, but fell down again. Sandy was leaning against the wall, ready to drop herself. Her head throbbed, her huge boobs were bruised and pulsing with pain, and she was panting as hard as Frank. Hurting though she was, one thought filled Sandy with a heady feeling of ecstacy. Frank was tough and had boxed a little in College. Yet, she had stood toe to toe with her massively-built husband, slugging it out on equal terms, until she had beaten him to the floor. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----