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Laura growled with exasperation,
“Come on,” she shouted, “Fight back you fucking loser.”
She was watching her naked husband, Andy, get slammed on the ground by his naked opponent, Steven. Andy was trying to grapple and struggle back, but his tall, muscular competition was driving a knee into Andy’s gut and had grabbed his hair with one hand to punch his face with the other. Becca, Steven’s wife, watched from the other side, but Laura, in her frustration, didn’t really notice her. She didn’t see that Becca was barely watching the fight where her man was fucking his opponent up. Becca was biting her bottom lip, imagining how she would make Laura her little bitch when they had their turn.
Laura was frustrated. She had been training hard for this fight: taking kick-boxing classes, working out, building a firm, toned body, and occasionally starting a fight in a bar in front of her husband and punching the shit out of a bitch for him. But he had slacked off and it was showing. He had started off okay, throwing a few punches and attempting a tackle, but since the fight had gone to the ground, his tall strong opponent had been turning him into a little bitch.
“I said FIGHT BACK” Laura screamed again as Steven pinned and punched her husband in the face with increasing brutality. Laura started to notice that when she yelled at her man, Steven’s cock got really big and hard. “COME ON” she screamed again, at this point not fully sure who she was screaming at.
Andy heard his wife, but didn’t feel like he could do anything to stop what was happening. He hadn’t really wanted this to begin with, and part of him suspected that Laura just wanted to get at Becca’s big hot tits. As he started to give up, he felt Steven reach down, grab his big soft dick and twist it in a final, humiliating attack that brought the big man to tears.
“I’m done, I fucking give” he blubbered, bloody nose leaking on the ground, feeling shaky, unstable, and nauseous, not really able to get up.
Part of Laura felt like she should go down to help him, but a bigger part of her felt like Andy shouldn’t have been such a little bitch. She stayed where she was and watched Steven stand, give one last mean kick to his opponent’s belly, and then walk over to Becca with his big hard cock fully erect. This was the point at which Laura realized that Becca had just been staring at her the whole time with a mean little smile.
Steven walked up to Becca, not even bothering to try to take his wife’s gaze off of her opponent. He approached her gently, hard dick landing on the curve of her side, where her waist slimmed in between her firm, bubbly ass and generous fuck-me-now tits. He leaned in to lightly kiss her ear and her neck “You’re going to fuck her up really bad for me?” he whispered. “So bad” she whispered back, raking her fingers down his abs and to his cock.
He caressed her tit and then stepped away and walked right up to Laura as she just stood there, frozen in a mix of jealousy, rage, and arousal. His hard dick poked into her tight abs as he brushed his hand under Laura’s chin, “If you can fuck up my wife,” he said, “I’ll give it to you.”
Laura didn’t say anything as he stepped away. She just bunched up her fists as she glared at Becca, who glared right back. “I’m going to make you my bitch” Becca said, matter of factly. Laura still didn’t respond; she just put up her arms and started to approach.
The fight was on.
Laura tried to slam her fist dead-center into Becca’s face, but Becca slapped her arm away and slammed her own fist right into Laura’s soft little tits. The rest of Laura’s lithe body had gotten firm and muscular, but her small, slightly-drooping tits were still soft to the punch. She moaned on taking the blow, surprised how sensitive her nipples were. Becca was smiling; she had big plans for how badly she was going to punish Laura’s apparently-sensitive little boobs. Laura backed away, furrowing her brow and drawing up her fists to protect her chest, feeling pissed off and vulnerable and wanting to get revenge.
“Come on bitch” Becca taunted, “Backing off already?”
“Fuck you, cxnt” Laura growled, circling closer with her fist still up in a tentative defensive posture. Becca lashed out with a grab, going straight for those weak little tits. Laura desperately slapped her hand away and threw out a kick that landed on Becca’s side, making her big tits jiggle but doing little to hurt her horny opponent.
Becca lunged in again and Laura jumped back. “Come here and let me fuck you up,” Becca mocked. Laura didn’t say anything, still keeping her fists up to protect her tits, feeling disappointed in herself for not just charging in. She’d been in plenty of fights before and usually didn’t have any problem plowing into brawl, but something didn’t feel right. Laura wasn’t worried about getting punched in the face (or even in her soft little tits). She was feeling worried about something else.
Before Laura could sort out her feelings, Becca lunged in again but this time Laura fought back. Becca grabbed her by the shoulder and pounded her fist down onto her face while Laura rammed her knee into Becca’s cxnt and bitch-slapped her in her big erect tits. They wrestled and struggled, each trying to slam the other to the ground. Becca pounded Laura in the soft little tits again, but this time Laura’s blood was pumping and she only let out a soft little moan while raking her sharpened nails over Becca’s face. “Fight me like you mean it” Becca whispered to herself, loving how that hot bitch was finally brawling back. Laura could feel her confidence growing as she took punishment from her bitchy, fuckable opponent and pounded and scratched back, giving as good as she got.
Becca grouped into her increasingly-confident opponent, ready to slam that kicking and scratching cxnt on the ground to really fuck her up. Laura felt herself losing her balance and plunged her hands into Becca’s hair, twisting her delicate little wrists around, right then left, to wrap Becca’s locks around her fists. As Becca wrestled the bitchy hair-puller onto the floor and mounted her, Laura kept her grip. Becca growled “I dare you, see what happ—“ Laura yanked with full force in two opposite directions, once, twice, then three times, each one eliciting a pained, then a primal, then a furious yelp from her opponent. Every tug felt like it was slitting the scalp on the top of her head, and that bitchy move turned Becca from just wanting to beat Laura into a fuckable submission to wanting to tear her into pieces
As Becca tried to mount and throttle her, Laura kicked out, slamming the ball of her heel into Becca’s gut once then twice then three times. She kept yanking with one hand but then freed up the other to start punching her competition in the face. Becca was now the one on the receiving side of the beating. As her lip broke open from the mean little face punches Becca tasted her own blood and started thinking about how good it would feel force that bitch into a biting kiss the next time she had her pinned down. Maybe she did still want to beat Laura into a fuckable submission after all.
While Becca fantasized about what it would be like to make her opponent cum, Laura decided to focus back on bitchy hair-yanking, this time trying to twist and torquing her opponent’s neck. “Gonna snap you, bitch” she muttered while taking a punch to the side without any trouble. As she yanked Becca around, Laura was starting to feel strong again. She pictured herself standing dominant over this mean bitch and maybe impressing the winner of the previous round.
Just as Laura was starting to feel proud and dominant again, she felt a sudden explosion of sensation as Becca gouged her tight little pussy. As Becca tore at Laura’s wet, soft flesh, Laura exploded in fury and humiliation. She kept on trying to yank Becca’s hair and began desperately kicking at nothing, twisting and torquing her hot, lithe body over the floor. Her little fists pounded wildly into the air, sometimes punching Becca’s tits, sometimes her face, and sometimes landing painfully dead into the ground. As Laura swung and thrashed and raged, Becca’s other hand found Laura’s neck and clamped down. That was when Becca decided to get really mean. “That bitch wanted to yank hair,” Becca thought, “I’ll yank her body.” Becca pulled down hard on Laura’s cxnt and pushed up brutally on Laura’s throat, while Laura wailed and gurgled. Laura stopped trying to pull out Becca’s hair and instinctively clawed at her opponent’s hand, trying to free up her airway again as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t even do anything about the pussy mauling.
With her opponent’s body stretched out in front of her, Becca then leaned over Rebeca’s soft little nipple and started to delicately lick it while she continued to brutally yank the loser into tears. Just like that, the fight had been tugged out of Laura. Under her grip Becca could feel the transition in Laura from desperate resistance to shameful submission.
Between the twisting pain, Laura wondered why her husband hadn’t even tired to stop any of this. Where was that worthless piece of shit?
“Come on Laura,” Andy said from the sidelines, “You can do it.”
What the fuck Laura thought… “encouragement,” that was all that blubbering loser had to offer?
“Say it like you mean it,” ordered Steven.
“You can still win, fight back,” Andy whimpered.
“Thats all you got?” Steven mocked. “Make your hot little wife fight for you, or just shut up and get back to sucking my dick.”
Andy didn’t say another word.
Laura would have been much more pissed about that pathetic little display if she weren’t convulsing in agony. Becca once again clawed down on her cxnt, jammed up on her throat and now sunk her teeth into Laura’s soft little tit and yanked the loser in a third direction with a vicious bite-and-pull. All Laura could do was gurgle and scratch blindly trying to grab onto something.
Becca decided to release her opponent to see if she still had any fight in her. It was really hot when her toy had raged into her and punched and scratched up her face. The blood on her lip tasted especially good when mixed together with the little bit of sweat and skin that she had torn off of the loser’s tit. But, disappointingly, it didn’t look like Laura had anything left. Her whole body shaking as she coughed and gasped on the ground, barely able to breath from the brutal choking. Laura didn’t really have much control over her body, but she was still fighting back tears and trying to keep herself from bawling into the carpet. She didn’t know why, but it felt important to at least try to show that her spirit wasn’t completely broken.
“it’s okay,” Becca whispered in her ear, half sincere and half taunting, “Let it out, give me a messy little cry. You lost.”
Laura kept struggling to hold back her tears. Though she couldn’t actually fight any more, she didn’t want to give that bitch the satisfaction. But she let out a whimpering gasp when Becca gently paced her hand on Laura’s mauled little tit and started caressing the bloody mess of gouged and fucked-up flesh around her pussy. Now the tears stared leaking out as Rebeca instinctively curled up into Becca’s curvy body, nestling her head into Becca’s big hot tits and letting out muffled sobs.
Becca almost felt bad for her pathetic opponent. She really had tried her best and put up a good fight. Becca pulled back gently on her opponent’s hair to bring Laura’s tearful face out of her tits. Then she leaned in to kiss the loser’s quivering lips, nibbling slightly and sending a bolt of electricity through the tearful bitch’s tight and firm body. Laura moaned as Becca worked her finger past the mauled and damaged exterior of her cxnt and into its soft inner recess. Her body jerked from being wet putty in Becca’s hands to being a rock-hard chord of muscle as she orgasmed into the rough bitch who had fucked her up.
Now Laura was sobbing freely, cracked out of her pride by an overflow of sensation. Becca gently nibbled on Laura’s ear and licked the bruises on her neck as Laura said, between sobs and convulsions “I give, I fucking give… I give… I give.” “That’s what I thought,” Becca whispered, “Now cum for me one last time.” Becca suddenly jammed her hand hard into Laura’s cxnt, forcing another burst of feeling. Laura moaned, tightening up her body again, but before the flush of sensation could work all the way through her body, she gasped and sobbed, too punished and tearful to even finish an orgasm. Rather than crying more, she just curled up and made some guttural moans.
Becca stood up to admire her handiwork: another tearful cxnt, wrecked on the floor. She then looked back at her husband who kicked Andy off of his cock and smiled at his dominant wife. The real challenge for Becca was going to be taking how hard Steven was about to fuck her in the hotel room’s bed. She felt good about her chances this time.
As the winners retreated to their room, the losers were left in the common space to process what had happened. Laura was curled on the floor while Andy pouted in a chair, refusing to help his wife up and remembering how she had left him to cry on the carpet after he had lost.
Andy’s emotions were mostly tied up in humiliation and self-loathing. He hated all that “gay shit” (as he called it). Being forced to suck cock after losing made him hate himself for being so weak. He hated, HATED, the taste of it, but had been too afraid to protest or fight back because (he told himself) he was afraid of how much worse Steven might dominate him. He also hated hearing his wife orgasm. It made Andy feel insecure: all he knew how to do was ram his big cock into his wife’s fuckable little pussy (and maybe deliver a little bit of mediocre oral which Laura always said she enjoyed, but he knew she was probably lying). They hadn’t been having as much sex recently because he was either too inattentive or too afraid to ask her what she really wanted. It had seemed like the had started making some progress when they had started talking about this fight. It had been Laura’s idea, and he had agreed to it because he wanted to do something for her. But now he was suffering the consequence of _her_ desires. He hated himself for agreeing to it and being too weak to speak up about his reservations. He huffed, thinking to himself, “She should have just been content to take some dick and say, more convincingly, that she liked it.”
As Laura stood up by herself, without any help, she muttered, “You know, Andy, you really are a useless piece of shit.”
“Shut up,” he shot back. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Fucking drama queen,” Laura muttered. “Can’t fight for shit, but still making demands.” The sinking reality of going back home with Andy was starting to hit Laura. While Steven and Becca were going to have a hot and brutal session of choke-fucking, it was going to be a long and silent drive home for the two losers.
“What did you say?” Andy interjected, walking up to his wife.
“I said: YOU. CAN’T. FIGHT. FOR SHIT.”
“Yeah, well you lost too!” (Andy knew that there wasn’t really a fair comparison; he had barely gotten in one or two weak punches while Laura had gone toe to toe with a rough bitch for almost twenty minutes.)
“I don’t have time for this shit,” Laura grumbled, “Let’s just go home.”
As Laura started limping toward the door, her pussy was still leaking little drops of blood mixed with the liquid remnants of her orgasm with Becca. Andy was seething with rage. He felt like he needed to assert his dominance, so he lashed out at the most immediately available object. He yanked her hair from behind, spun her around, and pounded his fist dead into her gut, sending Laura crumpling to the ground, gasping for air.
As Andy stood over her, he was torn between storming out and pouncing on his wife to teach her a lesson. That was when Laura’s foot shot up from the ground, aiming right for his big limp dick. And it would have hit too, but Andy moved slightly to the side as Laura’s cxnty attempt at payback slammed into his thigh. “You fucking bitch!” Andy raged, determined to tear her to pieces.
As she tried to fight back from under her husband, Laura started to understand what she had been so afraid of when she had first started to brawl with Becca. Even as her battered body was getting pounded into the carpet, she knew she could take the physical pain: she would gasp and sob and convulse, but being thrown around and fucked up was also part of the experience she had secretly wanted. However tearful she was, part of what she knew was that she could take it. The real thing she had been afraid to admit was that she had been wasting her time with Andy who, frankly, wasn’t even fighting her that hard now. She slammed her foot into his dick and gouged her claws into his eye, turning the tables on her shame-wracked and frustrated husband. He rolled off of her to clutch himself, barely able to grasp how his humiliation had gone from bad to worse.
Laura stood up, contemplated stomping on his dick one last time, but then decided it wasn’t worth the effort. She walked straight to the bedroom door where Becca could be heard moaning and thrashing. She knew what she wanted now.
