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She Can Take It (Alternate Version)
By DG
My girlfriend and I pull up to the secluded beach house, and we can see that Alexandra and her husband Mike have already arrived. From across the dunes we hear the sound of surf gently caressing the beach in a soothing, rhythmic pattern. I know from past experience though that nothing can soothe Hillary right now. She didn’t talk for the last half hour or so of the car ride; my girl always gets quiet and pensive before a big catfight, probably from a combination of nervousness, anticipation, and focus.
Hillary is 5’5” with dark, shoulder length hair, pretty blue eyes, and big boobs that her opponents deliciously love to target. Right now she is wearing jeans, a white halter top, and the cute glasses that she typically wears when she’s not catfighting; she slings her bag over her shoulder as we gather our stuff and walk up to the front door. Mike lets us in and I shake his hand, finally meeting in person after e-mailing for weeks. I can see dark haired Alexandra in the background, and there is immediately an icy, palpable tension between her and Hillary. The two beautiful adversaries give each other a cold, angry stare across the foyer of the beach house. I know that the two ladies have been e-mailing and texting back and forth but I have no idea what they’ve been saying – all I know is that they hate each other’s guts.
Hillary and I like to find catfight opponents for her on-line, and she has several fights per year. She loses most of the time, but that’s kind of the point because my girl is submissive and gets off on being beaten up and then crying about it in my arms while recovering. Poor Hillary has lost her last seven fights in a row, and hasn’t won a fight in over a year and a half – her longest and most humiliating losing streak to date. Even on the rare occasion when Hillary wins she always takes lots of punishment. Despite her demure persona Hillary is really tough and has a very high tolerance for pain. I know her fantasies better than she knows them herself, and what really makes her tight pussy wet is fantasizing about being bound, beaten up, and humiliated – preferably in front of an audience. We have our best, most animalistic sex when her pussy finally recovers after one of her catfights. Sometimes we don’t even wait for her pussy to heal that much and each thrust of my dick is like a mini torture session unto itself, but she loves it and gets off on the pain.
I met Mike several weeks ago and we arranged for our girls to fight at this rented beach house. His brown eyed, exotic looking wife Alexandra looks like a perfect opponent for Hillary – dominant and sinister with an obvious mean streak, and she is bigger and stronger than Hillary as well. Alex is in phenomenal shape and looks slightly muscular while still being feminine. She has slightly darker features as she is half White and half Japanese, and right now she is wearing a sports bra, black athletic stretch pants that go down to her calves, and sneakers. An outfit that shows off her athleticism. About a week ago, one day when I was bored at work and feeling discretely horny, I decided to e-mail Alexandra with some special requests:
“Dear Alexandra.
I’m really looking forward to your fight with Hillary next weekend. One of the reasons why I picked you as my girl’s opponent is because you seem pretty tough, and I wouldn’t tell Hillary this but I’m hoping that she loses because nothing makes my dick harder than watching my girl lose and take punishment. She is my submissive pain slut and I know she loves it just as much as I do.
I should let you know that Hillary’s weak spot, without question, is her highly sensitive tits. For some reason she is really, really susceptible to breast punishment – and that sensitivity increases over time with each successive beating. She has taken so much punishment to the tits over the years that she just simply can’t take much damage there anymore, which is one of the reasons why she has lost seven consecutive fights (and in four of those fights she was completely dominated right from the opening bell while barely getting in any offense at all).
I didn’t tell this weakness to her last opponent but she figured it out during the fight because she noticed that Hillary would squeal more intensely whenever she attacked her tits or nipples. She targeted Hillary’s chest and really did a number on my girl. After stripping Hillary naked and slowly pinning her with her tits stuffed into her face, the mean bitch picked my girl up by the hair and handcuffed her to a post in the living room of the ski house that we rented. It was winter and there was a fire in the fireplace, so as Hillary was helplessly cuffed naked to the post with her beaten up face slumped down and her tits completely covered in deep (and I mean DEEP) bruises her victorious opponent pulled a hot poker out of the fireplace, slowly and menacingly approached my whimpering, defeated girlfriend, and then jabbed the searing hot poker right onto Hillary’s left tit and then right tit while my girl screamed. It’s one of the only times I’ve seriously considered stepping in and stopping something during one of Hillary’s catfights, and she now has burn scars on both of her tits to show for it (to go with the scars from some of her other humiliating defeats).
Because of how sensitive my girl is to tit punishment, watching her getting her boobs abused has become my favorite thing and my #1 turn on in the world. I know how painful it is for her and how she just can’t stand it. Nothing in the world turns me on more than tit torture, and nothing makes me hornier than seeing it happen to Hillary. I know she can take it, and likes it in fact, because I torture her tits in the bedroom all the time and it makes her wet as hell. On my birthday last year we were doing my favorite scenario so she was bound by the wrists to our bedroom door in a skimpy Wonder Woman outfit. I ripped off her star spangled top and punched her tits until they were black and blue while she deliciously squealed from each blow, and then I put harsh alligator clamps on each nipple with chains extending from them. I then pulled back on the chains to stretch her tits out as she squirmed in her binds. I eventually untied her wrists, making her drop to her knees with tears running down her cheeks, and then I led her around by the tits using those chains as a leash. I then tossed her onto the bed and handcuffed her wrists to the bedpost. I subsequently wrapped up her tits nice and tight so they turned purple, dribbled hot wax onto them, and then put excruciating suction tubes on each of her hot wax drenched nipples. I then took down her bottoms, ripped open her pantyhose, and fucked her like a bullet train until pulling my dick out and cumming on her tender, bound tits. For the rest of the evening I made her wear a tight bra with extremely coarse pieces of sandpaper in the cups that rubbed her poor nipples raw with every movement, and I made her serve me all night while giving me blowjobs and handjobs with her tits being chafed in that sandpaper bra.
So during or after the fight if you strip my girl’s top off and go after her tits (and I mean REALLY go after them – do NOT hold back) then I will give you an extra $100 for each day that my girl’s boobs are sore after the fight. So if her tits are sore for a week and a half then you’ll make over a thousand dollars. But you’ll have to really earn that money – I want you to punch her tits, slap them, squeeze them, pull on them, kick them, stand on them, and scratch the living fuck out of her nipples while using clamps and other tools. And I want your husband to get close-up pictures of your fingernails digging into her nipples and areolas, and I want close-up, detailed pictures of my girl’s pretty face contorted in an orgasm of pure agony with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open as you work on her tits and give her the pain she so richly deserves.
In her past catfights I have seen her opponents do downright hellacious things to her tits and she has been able to take whatever they can dish out. So when you fight my girl, I want you to go after her tits and go after them real good. I want you to HURT my girl’s tits and hurt them BAD. Do EVERYTHING to her sensitive globes of femininity. I cannot wait to watch you earn that money, and it will be worth every penny. I hope you earn thousands upon thousands of dollars. So we are looking forward to the upcoming fight – let me know if anything comes up between now and then but if not I’ll see you in a few days.
PS: Remember what I said about going after my girl’s tits. I don’t want you to hold back – do EVERYTHING to her breasts, nipples, and areolas. I know she can take it.”
Alex wrote me back a day later and simply said:
“You’re on. I’m looking forward to fucking up your pathetic slut’s tits.
Xoxo,
Alex.”
Hillary and Alexandra go off to get changed while Mike and I prepare the fighting area in the basement of the beach house. It’s a large, wide area with plush, cream colored carpet and some furniture that Mike and I push to the perimeters, including the large couch that he and I will watch the fight from. We set up some dangling wrist shackles around the room to add some spice to the fight, or the aftermath. There is a locked door on the far end of the fighting area, and when I ask Mike about it he simply says that it’s a celebration room for after the match. The rules for the fight will be simple – anything goes, and the first girl to give up or be pinned is the loser. A submission will only be allowed if the loser screams it out, preferably if she is in tears. I will be in charge of counting for a pin because Mike will be filming the fight.
The videos of Hillary’s past fights are some of my most prized possessions, and I get off to them frequently. My absolute favorites are the heated, passionate fights against her arch rival - a really mean, trashy dirty blonde bitch named Misty. Hillary’s first fight against Misty was the beginning of her seven match losing streak. It started out just like any other fight – we found Misty and her husband on-line and we arranged for the fight to happen on a weekend at an agreed upon location. Their feud began during their first epic encounter, and I could just feel a sizzling hatred between them almost instantly. The two of them have that special chemistry that rival fighters have, like passionate lovers except in the opposite direction. Misty and Hillary are similar in many ways, which makes them hate each other just that much more intensely – and when they fight it’s as if they are beating on the dark parts they hate about themselves. The two girls had a completely even, back and forth slugfest that lasted over forty five minutes; Misty’s husband and I just marveled at their visceral rage and the unspeakable things they did to each other as their animosity built and built across the fight until it reached a crescendo of violence with the girls stripping each other naked, utterly drenched in sweat, and just viciously going after each other’s tits and pussies with no consideration for defense whatsoever. Alas, my girl’s weakness betrayed her yet again as Misty got her against the wall and unloaded a series of unanswered rapid fire blows to the tits followed by a crushing blow to the cxnt, and then she picked my girl up, dumped her onto the floor in an amateurish yet still effective bodyslam, and then she grabbed my girl’s tits and dragged her around the carpet by the tits until she finally passed out from agony and exhaustion. To my girl’s credit she refused to submit despite screaming until her throat was hoarse as she was dragged around. A triumphant, naked Misty then straddled my nude, sweat drenched girlfriend, firmly pressed her wrists against the floor, and stuffed her sweaty tits into Hillary’s face while whispering vicious, stinging insults into her ear through teeth clenched in abject hatred as I went over there to count for the pin. I slowly slapped the floor three times to count my girl out, and Misty’s husband rang the bell to end the fight after 49 minutes – by far the longest single fall catfight Hillary has ever had.
After the bell my girl regained consciousness and started sobbing from the humiliation of losing to a woman who she quickly developed such deep seated hatred for. Misty dragged her over to her husband by the tits, propped her up on her knees while holding her up by the hair like a puppet, and forced my girl to suffer the consequence for losing by sucking the dick of her opponent’s husband with tears trickling down her cheeks and Misty jawing more insults into her ear… until Misty’s husband pulled his dick out and shot a huge, utterly enormous load of cum all over my girl’s big, sweat dripping tits while she continued to sob from humiliation.
Misty and Hillary couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other again so they had a rematch just one month later, and this time my girl was ready. She was more pumped for this fight than I’ve ever seen her and my dark haired beauty was like a whirling dervish, just annihilating Misty in this rematch and dominating her for about 80% of the fight. Misty got in some good licks though and managed to knock my girl’s lingerie top off to expose her sensitive breasts. After about a half hour of lopsided pounding Misty was battered and covered in bruises but she kept valiantly and miraculously kicking out of pin attempts (the fact that I counted a little slow probably helped Misty barely escape a few times, and the excessively slow counts brought fleeting, chilly glances from my girlfriend). I could tell that Hillary was getting increasingly frustrated over how she was dominating the fight but just couldn’t put the bitch away, and she eventually made a careless mistake and left herself wide open for a series of devastating knee smashes to the tits that burst capillaries and caused some bad swelling. Hillary dropped to her knees clutching her sore tits, and this gave Misty an opportunity to go into her purse and pull out two large, coarse emery boards. She beat on my girl from behind, giving her jackhammer blows to the tits, and then she sat behind her and snaked her legs around Hillary in a body scissors… before taking those coarse nail files and running them back and forth across both of her bare nipples like she was playing a pair of cellos. It was a dirty move to introduce weapons into the fight but perfectly legal as it was anything goes. My girl’s face went ashen as her nipples quickly became bright red from the torture, and after a while Hillary couldn’t resist gasping out a submission from having her sensitive nipples rubbed raw. My dick throbbed when I heard the submission and knew that my girl had just lost… to her hated arch rival… in a fight that she was completely dominating. So humiliating – an utterly devastating loss that will sting my girl every time she thinks about it until the day she dies.
Misty wasn’t satisfied, however, as she made Hillary look right into the camera, admit out loud that Misty is the better woman, and then sob out a submission repeatedly until Misty finally stopped rubbing her nipples and unceremoniously shoved her off of her lap as the bell rang. After this spine chillingly humiliating defeat my girl had her boobs tortured for a while and Misty’s husband eventually came onto her boobs again after Misty bound them tight, and then as an agreed upon consequence for losing Hillary had to go over to Misty’s house the following weekend and act as her slave for an entire day while dressed like a French maid. Hillary refuses to talk about it no matter how much I prod, even when she’s drunk, but over e-mail Misty told me about some of the humiliating things she made my girl do that day and she sent me a few pictures (pictures that make me hard every time I think about them).
And then there was their third fight, which took a long time to plan because my girl was so devastated after the second loss; Hillary desperately wanted revenge but she also knew how she simply couldn’t stand losing to her arch rival again. In the interim my girl was slaughtered in three straight matches by other girls, and her confidence ebbed more and more after each loss. It was as if that second fight against Misty was so devastating that it got into my girl’s head and she has never recovered, spiraling down more and more with her breasts becoming an even greater weakness as they take more punishment and torture over time. One Hispanic girl who beat up Hillary real bad even hanged her by the tits after the one sided ass kicking.
Remember in my letter to Alexandra when I mentioned how I tortured Hillary’s tits on my birthday and made her spend the night wearing a sandpaper torture bra? Well this third fight with Misty was only a week and a half later, and my girl’s boobs were still sore. Hillary really pleaded with me to hold off on my birthday bondage scenario until after the big fight but I insisted that we do it on my actual birthday… and I just might have sent Misty an e-mail in which I listed, in minute detail, every little spot on my girl’s body where she would be sore during their fight. I might have.
The fight rolled around, and the night before Hillary and I had some of the best sex of our lives as she was a wild woman with bloodlust for her hated opponent. Afterward she laid in my arms talking about everything she was going to do to Misty after finally beating her and getting her revenge – Hillary really, really wanted to win this fight more than anything in her life. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for me and my collection of jerk off videos) Misty furiously and aggressively went after Hillary’s tits like a berserker the instant that Misty’s husband rang the bell, completely catching Hillary off guard. The mean bitch specifically targeted my girl’s weak spots where she was still sore from our bedroom play, and by doing this Misty immediately took the upper hand so that my overwhelmed girlfriend was never able to build any momentum. After only a few minutes Misty took complete control and just totally dominated the fight. Yes, this was one of those fights in which my girl was completely trounced right from the opening bell – it was the biggest fight of Hillary’s life, she spent months training for it, she desperately wanted to win it more than anything… and she just got her ass fucking KICKED. A complete and total lopsided drubbing. My God it was so, so humiliating.
By about the eleven minute mark poor Hillary was nothing more than a helpless rag doll, completely stripped nude with her bare tits absolutely covered in welts and bruises and her pretty face all swollen and beaten up as Misty led her around on all fours with one of her black thigh high stockings around her throat as a leash. Misty tied my girlfriend up right across from me and proceeded to do EVERYTHING to Hillary’s tits as I was forced to watch, occasionally cupping her hand over Hillary’s mouth to prevent her from sobbing out a submission. Finally, after massive doses of humiliation and punishment, Misty picked my girl up and dumped her on the floor right in front of me before stomping her tits and belly a few times. She then jumped up and drove both knees right into Hillary’s raw meat-like boobs, and Misty ground her knees into Hillary’s tits while she squirmed and moaned in agony beneath her. Misty then slowly lowered her ass right onto my girl’s face while facing her feet, snagged two harsh alligator clamps on Hillary’s nipples with long, thin chains extending from them, and then she tightly wrapped the chains around her hands before yanking up on them hard to make my poor girl arch off of the floor by the nipples. Her screams of agony were muffled by Misty’s ass. At one point Misty tugged so hard that the clip on Hillary’s right nipple snapped off, making my girl emit an intense, muffled scream, but Misty just snagged it right back on and went back to work. Hillary’s shoulders were down with Misty on top of her so I could have easily counted my girl out over fifty times, but I just sat there completely mesmerized like a pyromaniac watching an uncontrolled blaze while Misty cruelly yanked up on those chains as hard as she could.
Poor Hillary eventually stopped squirming as she was smothered out by Misty’s ass, and then a triumphant Misty stood up, put on the black high heels that she kicked off before the opening bell, and then lorded over my beaten, unconscious girlfriend while digging one of her heels really hard into Hillary’s right nipple with a sneer of hatred on her face. I got up off the couch, shaking from being so aroused, crawled over, and then very slowly slapped the carpet for a count of 1… … … … and then 2… … … … and then 3. Misty’s husband rang the bell.
Since this fight was such a big deal to the two girls we actually decided to have a formal contract signing about three weeks beforehand – Hillary and I met Misty and her husband in a private room at a fancy restaurant with the four of us dressed in formal clothing (Hillary looked incredible in a blue evening gown and black pantyhose) and the two girls signed the fight contract as they gave each other icy stares across the table. Even the waiter who refilled our wine glasses could sense the palpable tension between the two adversaries on that night and it noticeably made him uncomfortable. The contract stated that the loser would act as the winner’s servant for the rest of the weekend… and the winner would be able to bring her own torture implements to use on the unfortunate loser. During the three weeks leading up to the fight I watched as Hillary intently compiled a collection of torments for use on her hated rival, including a nasty torture dildo wrapped in stinging nettles with cervical spikes at the tip – but alas, all of that time and effort was for naught.
I was really curious about the nasty surprises that Misty had in store for my poor girlfriend, and I found out after she dragged a sobbing, defeated Hillary by the hair over to a work bench about breast high when kneeling, forced her to kneel in front of it with her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and then she proceeded to cycle through a series of medieval-like breast tortures including crushing her tits in a spiked vise and jabbing in electrified spikes to pin her tits to the work bench. I knew it was all building up to something big, however, and my guess was right when Misty took out a black metal torture bra… with nails on the inside. It was essentially an iron maiden but just for a pair of tits. My God, it was almost too much and I thought about stopping her but I was so horny that I could barely even talk. Misty put the metal nail bra around my helpless, whimpering girl’s chest with the nail filled front part swinging wide open, ready and in position, and then she got out a blowtorch that she used to heat up the nails until they were glowing orange. Jesus fucking Christ. As Misty slowly moved the torch across the nails in a side to side swaying motion I noticed that the nails for Hillary’s nipples were slightly twisted like a corkscrew with barbs on the tips. Misty looked at me, and then she started to slowly put the heated nail bra on as I watched. I moved around to get a good look as those nails went in, and when I watched those heated nails slowly sinking into my girl’s tit flesh while Misty slowly and menacingly closed the metal nail bra and then locked it shut I actually shot a load into my boxer shorts without even touching my dick once. A few days later, as Hillary sobbed in my arms about the terrible defeat, she told me that having that nail bra put on and locked was the most painful and humiliating moment of her life.
The nail bra had chains extending from it so that Misty could lead Hillary around by the tits and force her to act as her slave for the rest of the weekend. That fucking bitch Misty even rummaged through Hillary’s stuff, found the stinging nettle torture dildo, and used it on her – jabbing the spikes into her cervix while rubbing the stinging nettles back and forth inside her vagina. We couldn’t have sex for over a month and a half after that. The nail bra was only taken off briefly late on Saturday night so that Misty could rub icy hot into the puncture wounds from the nails before heating the nails up again and clamping the metal torture bra back on nice and tight for the rest of the weekend.
After all of this poor Hillary almost lost her job because she suddenly needed to use all of her sick time and vacation time to recover. She couldn’t even wear a shirt let alone a bra so for three weeks she had to just sit around the house bare chested holding ice packs against her tits all day while I went to work, and her pussy bothered her so bad from the stinging nettle welts inside her vagina that she could barely walk. I won’t lie – seeing my lovely girlfriend bare chested for three weeks was an added bonus after such a sexy fight. She eventually had to bite the bullet and go back to work even though her breasts and pussy weren’t even close to being recovered; each morning before work I had to help rub a healing salve on the nail bra puncture wounds all over her boobs before she got dressed. Hillary told me how hard it was to hide her agony from her co-workers as she was tempted to wince in pain with every movement during her long work days in tight fitting dress clothes.
So that’s the story of Hillary’s feud with her arch rival, a feud that she decisively lost while being swept in three consecutive matches. The video from that third fight, and that entire weekend for that matter, is one of my most prized possessions and I’ve jerked off to it countless times – usually finishing at that moment when the heated nails go into my girl’s succulent tit flesh. One final note about this is that Misty and her husband (without our permission) posted a video on YouTube with highlights of the fight and aftermath. The video is called “pathetic breast torture slut” and it currently has over two hundred thousand hits.
The girls return from their respective bedrooms, Alex in a black bathrobe and Hillary in a royal blue bathrobe. I can see that Alex has black stocking feet beneath the bottom of her robe while Hillary has nude stocking feet. Hillary walks up to me, we kiss, and I give her a big hug while whispering, “I love you” into her ear. Hillary then walks back over into the fighting area and Alex gives her a dagger-filled look of disdain. The two beauties start to slowly untie their bathrobes, and then they let them slip down to the floor to reveal their fighting attire – and the psychological part of the war between these two ladies has begun. Alexandra is wearing a black lace bra, black lace panties, and black thigh high stockings while Hillary has on blue silk bra and panties with nude thigh high stockings. She looks more beautiful than ever when she fights. Hillary has white tape wrapped around her fists while Alex has black fingerless gloves, indicating that these lovely ladies mean business tonight.
Mike strikes a bell with a small hammer and Hillary and Alex start to circle each other with their fists raised. Hillary has a look of complete concentration and focus on her face, with a slight hint of nervousness, while Alex has a confident, bitchy smirk. This feeling out process goes on for about thirty seconds, until my beautiful girl breaks the tension by swinging a blow at Alexandra’s face with her right fist. Alex easily parries the blow with her left forearm, and then delivers a quick strike to Hillary’s belly followed by an underhanded dagger thrust to the throat. Hillary backpedals toward the wall with her hands around her throat, gasping for air with a stunned look on her face, and it’s obvious right away that Alexandra is the better, stronger, and more experienced fighter. My God, Hillary is probably going to get her ass kicked real bad… and she is going to look SO good in the process. My mouth is dry from anticipation and my hard-on is beyond a bar of lead to a substance so hard that it has yet to be discovered. I’ve waited months for this moment.
Alex steps up, slugs Hillary in the gut, shoves her against the wall, and then steps up again and PLANTS her right fist as hard as she can directly into Hillary’s left tit. She doesn’t waste any time going after my girl’s weakness. Hillary’s mouth opens and her face contorts in a look of utter disbelief at how much the blow hurt, and then Alex grabs my girl’s hair, pulls her head forward to bend her over a little bit, and then delivers an uppercut to the same left tit so hard that it lifts Hillary’s stocking feet off of the lush carpet. From the animalistic way that Hillary shrieks and the look of pure horror on her face after the blow it’s obvious that Alex’s gloves are loaded. Oh no. Three years ago Hillary fought a Black girl who had loaded gloves and it proved to be the most brutal, lopsided beating of Hillary’s life – even worse than that Misty fight. The mean Black bitch pounded my poor girl to an absolute pulp and beyond for over twenty five minutes with nothing but feeble, feminine slaps in return. At one point the Black girl tied Hillary up and delivered seventy three unanswered blows to her tits (I kept count) – slow, methodical loaded glove blows over the course of several minutes. After the fight I had to rush Hillary to the hospital while she lay in the back seat of my car wrapped in a blanket covered in bruises, hugging her battered chest, and softly crying from her swollen shut eyes while softly and submissively saying “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” about getting her ass kicked so bad. Alex smiles at Hillary’s reaction after the huge loaded glove uppercut to the boob, and then she grabs Hillary’s shoulders, presses them firmly against the wall behind her, and then brings her black nylon covered knee up into Hillary’s blue panties. Hard. Hillary lifts off the floor again and moans from the cxnt crushing blow. Alex follows this up with another punch to the gut and then three more slow, deliberate knee smashes to the pussy while looking Hillary right in the eyes in dominant fashion as Hillary gives her a frightened, pained look in return. Alex steps back to survey her handiwork as Hillary slowly drops to her knees gasping in pain with her hands on her crotch.
Alex then gets a more serious, almost frightening look on her face before leaping into the air and clubbing Hillary across the back with her left arm – knocking her face first into the carpet. The dark haired bitch then grabs Hillary’s dark hair and starts dragging her across the carpet, before dropping down to her knees and slowly, methodically, and forcefully rubbing Hillary’s face into the floor by the hair. Alex then simply says, “Bitch…” through clenched teeth as she slowly lifts a gasping Hillary off the floor and up to her feet, slugs her in the belly again, and then bends Hillary over and delivers 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6 consecutive knee smashes to Hillary’s breasts in quick succession – as they start to become deliciously bruised. I have essentially put a bounty on my girlfriend’s tits in this fight, and Alex damn sure as hell wants to claim it. Hillary bends over clutching her hurting chest and moaning, and Alex takes the opportunity to scoop her up… extend her right knee while facing me… and then SLAM Hillary’s back across her knee to deliver a huge, devastating backbreaker. Hillary’s eyes close and her mouth opens slightly as she is arched across her opponent’s knee, and Alex takes the opportunity to dig her sharp fingernails into Hillary’s belly and rake them back and forth for a painful belly claw that makes my girl squirm. After doing this for a while Alexandra looks me right in the eyes, smirks, and then slips her right hand into Hillary’s blue panties to start mauling my girl’s pussy. Alex pinches Hillary’s clit with those sharp fingernails and I can see the bulge of her hand within Hillary’s panties while my beautiful girlfriend gasps in shock. Alex finally ends this barrage with a huge double fisted blow to the belly before shoving Hillary off so that she plops face down onto the carpet.
Alex stands up, patiently waiting for Hillary to struggle up to her knees, and then when she does Alex runs in and PUNTS my girl in the belly so hard that she flips onto her back, with the slapping sound of Alex’s foot hitting against Hillary’s belly flesh reverberating throughout the room. Hillary lies on her back clutching her belly and grimacing in pain, and a relentless Alexandra kicks her hands away and then stomps down into her belly… and then a second time… and then a third stomp to the gut. Alex drops down and goes for the first cover of the fight, pinning Hillary beneath her, so I go over, drop down to my knees, and slap the carpet for a pin but Hillary kicks out at “1”. I go back over to the couch while Alex grabs Hillary by the hair, lifts her up to her feet, and shoves her against the nearest wall before tagging her in the right boob with another huge punch from that loaded glove. Alex mockingly plays with Hillary’s hair, and then reaches behind, undoes Hillary’s blue bra, and then slips it off (revealing that her now sweaty breasts are indeed visibly bruised) before tossing it aside and then unloading a barrage of uppercuts to Hillary’s scrumptious white tits. The poor good girl moans after each blow. Once Hillary’s boobs are even more bruised up, Alex whispers something into Hillary’s ear that makes Hillary look upset, even causing some tears to well up in her eyes – I don’t know what she said but it looks like it really hurt my girl’s feelings. This mean bitch likes to dish out psychological pain as well. The bad girl then grabs Hillary’s panties and strips them down to the floor to leave her in just her nude stockings – revealing that my girl likes to be clean shaven down there. Alexandra rubs the scar on Hillary’s left tit where she was burned with the hot poker, and then she SLUGS her there with her right knuckle as hard as she can – using the scar as a target. Alex then walks over to me, twirls the panties, and then tosses them at me before blowing a kiss to rub in her dominance. However, when Alex turns around a furious, tearful, and now practically naked Hillary rushes up to her and kicks her right between the legs! A surprised Alex drops down and Hillary goes nuts just wailing away on her with wild abandon, until knocking her onto her back, straddling her, and just pounding away with her taped fists. A ferocious Hillary manages to rip off Alex’s bra and then starts to hammer Alex’s bare boobs while the dark haired beauty squirms beneath her and tries to buck her off and slap her blows away.
Hillary keeps the upper hand like this for a few minutes, and she pounds Alex pretty good until the dark haired bad girl’s tits are bruised up just like Hillary’s. Eventually Hillary grabs Alex by the dark hair and smashes her face hard into the wall a few times before unceremoniously dumping her down to the floor like tossing a bag of trash into a landfill. I can tell that Hillary legitimately wants to win this fight – there is something about Alex that stirs up primal hatred and anger in my girl, and Hillary desperately wants to end her long losing streak. Hillary jumps into the air and splashes down on top of a topless Alex, and then she hooks her right leg. I’m mesmerized by the fight so I forget my duty for a few seconds, and Hillary gives me an annoyed look and says, “Count!” while slapping the floor. I go over, and slap the carpet with my right palm once… … …and then twice … … … and then a dazed Alex manages to barely kick out and shove Hillary off of her. A frustrated Hillary looks over at me with a pouty expression and says, “Dammit, I had her… why didn’t you count faster!?” while slapping her palms together to imitate a counting motion, but then when Hillary turns around to dish out more punishment Alex socks her right between the legs, making Hillary drop down clutching her crotch with her mouth formed in an “o”. A sneering Alex then pulls herself up to her knees, brushes hair out of her face, and then the two sexy warriors go toe to toe on their knees in a hate filled slugfest. Hillary is so mad (what did Alex fucking say to her to make her that mad?) that she actually holds her own quite well despite being hammered with loaded gloves by a bigger, stronger girl, and eventually Hillary clocks Alex so hard across the left side of her cheek that she draws blood and busts her lip open. Alex scowls at Hillary while slowly rubbing the blood from her mouth with her left hand, and the look of hatred from those sadistic, exotic brown eyes makes Hillary hesitate for just a split second. Hillary goes to throw another blow, but Alex blocks it, grabs Hillary’s right wrist, and then delivers one… two… three… four unanswered blows to Hillary’s right tit and then bashes her squarely in the face, making blood spurt up into the air as Hillary topples back, devastated. Alex crawls over and throttles Hillary all over, including a few double fisted axe handle blows to the belly, and then she picks her up by the hair, walks her across the room like a dog, and then shoves her back against the wall right beneath the shackles before crushing her with an enormous kick to the cxnt.
Alex then presses her body against Hillary’s and their sweaty tits rub together; Alex grabs Hillary’s wrists and Hillary knows what she plans to do so she fights her as much as she can. Alex is just too strong though and she eventually locks Hillary’s wrists in the shackles, trapping her against the wall. It’s now open season as Alex lifts up her loaded gloves and pummels Hillary across the left side of her face – causing a mark to form on her cheek. Alex takes a break from the punishment to lean in, say, “Awwww does it hurt?” and then she leans in and sensually kisses the boo boo on Hillary’s left cheek. Alex then stands back and hammers the left side of Hillary’s face until it is swollen and unrecognizable, with her left eye practically closed. The mean bitch then kisses the right side of Hillary’s face before pounding her there with her left fist like a slow, methodical jackhammer. Damn, Hillary is going to have to wear sunglasses and lots of makeup for weeks to cover up those bruises. Next, Alex kneels down and sends several uppercuts right to Hillary’s cxnt that rattle her body, and then stands up and slowly tags my girl all over the boobs with punch after punch from those loaded gloves. Alex takes her time and hits my girl as hard as she can with those loaded gloves, making Hillary lift up her knee after a few particularly brutal breast punches. Alex starts aiming for the increasingly large welts and bruises. The dark haired seductress then looks over at me, smirks, rubs her right thumb and middle finger together in the “money” sign, and then she leans close to Hillary’s ear and says, “I’m sure your boyfriend will enjoy this as much as me, you fucking loser” before standing back and delivering an utterly enormous uppercut to the right tit that makes Hillary’s mouth open wide in an expression of shocking pain, as her tit swells. Alex then moves her right hand down Hillary’s battered body to her mid-section, walks her fingers down to her crotch, and then gets a real good pinch on her clit and squeezes as hard as she can. Hillary’s legs start to shake and she moans out from the brutal clit pinch, as her wrists are bound helplessly above her head. Alex then digs her right thumbnail and fingernail into each side of Hillary’s sensitive bundle of nerves and then rakes her nails down several times, slowly and forcefully. Poor Hillary’s face is contorted in agony with her mouth gasping open and closed like a fish on a dock. Alex finishes this barrage of pain with a crushing uppercut to the pussy and then a running kick to the cxnt that reverberates throughout the beach house with the delicious sound of Alex’s black stocking foot rocking against Hillary’s wet and sore vagina. Alex undoes my girl’s wrist shackles and lets her sink to the ground, still opening and closing her mouth like a guppy with a look of shocking pain on her face.
As Hillary sits on the floor Alex grabs her hair and then SOCKS her hard in the right eye – noticeably making her eye swell up even more. A majority of Hillary’s flesh from her waist to the top of her head is covered in bruises, welts, or other marks including almost all of her face and breasts. The mean brunette then grabs my girl by the tits and drags her by the tits away from the wall. Alex decides to take down each of Hillary’s nude stockings one at a time to make her fully naked, and she uses one of them to bind Hillary’s wrists above her head. Alex then lifts up Hillary’s bare ankles and stomps her in the cxnt several times – making my hurting cutie moan with each forceful thrust of her heel. Alex then jumps up and drives her right knee into Hillary’s crotch, and now it’s time for what I’ve really been waiting for. I can tell that Alex really wants to earn her money now. The brunette bad girl sits on Hillary’s body like Liberace at his piano and then commits a brutal, all-out assault on my girl’s tender, luscious boobs. Alex rakes her nails across them, punches them, twists her nipples, and yanks up on her nipples to painfully stretch up her tits. It must hurt so much; my girlfriend squirms in pain through all of it, and looks so damn good in the process. After quite some time Alexandra finally stops and goes over to get her goodies.
Alex takes two clothespins and snags one onto each nipple. She then gets her pliers ready and waits patiently while Hillary squirms for over a full minute. Alex finally removes the clothespins (causing a moan of both relief and a new kind of pain from blood rushing back in) and then clamps the pliers onto Hillary’s right nipple to work it like a loose part in an engine, eventually moving to her left tit. Hillary suffers terribly while Alex methodically uses the pliers on her tits for a few minutes. Alex finally unties Hillary’s wrists, grabs her by the hair, and pulls her up to her feet with a sneer of hatred. Alexandra then picks up my naked, battered girlfriend… and dumps her face down right across my lap. I’m sitting on one end of the couch and Hillary’s head is facing toward the arm of the couch. Alexandra then firmly grabs Hillary’s hair with both hands, pulls her so that she’s propping her up by the hair with her tits dangling over the edge of the couch and Hillary’s legs are across my lap, and then Alex DRIVES her right knee into Hillary’s left tit really hard, making my girl yelp in pain. Alex then thrusts her left knee up into Hillary’s right tit, and then she knees her left tit again, then her right, then her left… with Hillary deliciously yelping in pain after each cruel knee smash to the tits as she dangles helplessly over the edge of the couch by the hair. This is one of the sexiest punishments Hillary has ever taken and I hope to God that Mike is getting really good footage. Alex continues her assault on Hillary’s breasts with knee smash after painful knee smash, until I lose count somewhere in the 30s, and eventually she stops, shoves Hillary so that she’s entirely back on my lap again, and then flips her over so that she’s facing up with her back on my lap.
Alex clasps her hands together, brings them up over her head like an executioner at the chopping block, and then delivers a huge axe handle blow to the gut that makes Hillary clutch her tummy and moan out. Alex then leans forward and actually kisses me on the lips – a deep, sensual, lasting kiss. She then leans down to her opponent, squeezes her cheeks with her hand, and says, “I just kissed your man, bitch – what are you going to do about it? Pathetic fucking loser…” and then Alex gives Hillary a humiliating slap to the face before leaning in and giving me a huge French kiss. This makes my girl really mad though and she manages to punch Alex in the belly. The exotic bad girl suddenly stops kissing me to clutch her tummy and moan, and then Hillary socks her in the twat with another punch to make Alexandra drop to her knees clutching her crotch. A furious Hillary, with tears streaking down her face, leaps onto her and just starts flailing away on Alex like a wild animal. My beautiful girlfriend is openly sobbing as she rains blow after blow down onto her opponent, and it seems like she has lost control of herself. Alex is completely overwhelmed by the unexpected comeback and flurry of blows and after Hillary dominates her for a minute or two I start to get concerned that Alex might actually lose. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my girlfriend and I want her to end her losing streak eventually… just not tonight. I’m too damn horny and I want Alex to earn that money from the bounty I put on my girlfriend’s tits.
Thus, I look over at Mike and make a signal telling him to temporarily shut off the camera. Hillary has her back to me and can’t see what I’m doing as she pounds the back of Alex’s head into the carpet by the hair. I then discretely get off of the couch, go over to Alexandra’s stuff near the bathrobe she stripped out of when the fight started, and I discretely unclasp her purse before subtly sliding it along the carpet close to Alexandra’s right hand. Mike subtly gets his wife’s attention, and she feels around with her right hand (enduring a crushing punch across the left side of her jaw in the process) until she reaches into her purse… and pulls out a small electric taser. Alex then turns the taser on and presses it right into Hillary’s left kidney – making my girlfriend shriek, jiggle, and topple off of Alex onto her right side. A teary eyed, dazed Alex then gets up and zaps that taser right into Hillary’s tits. My lovely, naked girlfriend shrieks and jiggles some more as the electricity courses through her badly abused mammaries. Alex then rolls Hillary onto her back, stands up, stomps her in the gut, and then rummages in her purse until she pulls out a stainless steel wrench. Oh no. Alex drops down to her knees before Hillary’s prone body and WAILS the wrench across my girl’s tits. Hillary’s entire body shudders from the sickening blow. Alex lifts the wrench up again and brings it down as hard as she can into Hillary’s right tit – causing immediate, visible swelling. Alex goes on to just blast Hillary’s tits with that wrench over and over again, occasionally stopping to dig the wrench into one of her areolas, until I can tell that Hillary is completely beaten into submission. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Mike sending someone a text message with his phone right in the midst of this severe beating.
Finally, Alex puts the wrench away and then curls around Hillary’s naked body while whispering something into her ear with a cruel smile on her face. Whatever she says makes Hillary start to sob softly in response. She then grabs Hillary by the hair and says, “Up you go…” She pulls my brunette, battered beauty up to her feet on wobbly legs, socks her in the gut one more time (really, really hard), and then puts her in a bear hug, lifts her up into the air, extends her knee, and DRIVES my girl’s cxnt right across her knee for a huge, cxnt crushing reverse atomic drop. Hillary just sits on Alexandra’s knee facing the ceiling with her eyes shut, tears trickling down her face, and her mouth slightly open in an expression of utter defeat. Alex mockingly and sensually kisses Hillary on her swollen eyes before letting my girl just slowly slump off of her knee and down to the floor like a beaten sack of flour. Alex seductively straddles my girl, pressing her wrists into the floor, and then slowly lowers her boobs into Hillary’s face like a candle wick being dipped into wax. Alex presses Hillary’s wrists into the floor even more firmly and then nods at me to come over and count. I’m so horny that I can barely make it over there, but I kneel down and slap my palm against the floor. And damned if Hillary doesn’t struggle a little in a feeble attempt to kick out, even after all she’s been through. I’ve never seen her so determined to beat a woman so clearly superior to her. I slap my palm against the floor a second time, and then after a lengthy pause I slap my palm into the floor for the third and final time. My girl has been pinned. Mike dings the bell a few times, and Alex gets up, stomps Hillary in the belly, and I raise her hand in obvious, dominant victory.
Hillary lies on the carpet, beaten and softly sobbing, clutching her sore tits that were just beaten to a pulp with a wrench. Alex goes over to her, mockingly plays with her hair, and says really mean things right to her sobbing face… until the doorbell rings. As far as I know the four of us are the only ones who know about this get together so I’m confused, but I bring my confusion with me as I get up and walk to the front door. I look through the hole in the door… and it’s Misty. Of course. It all makes sense now – it turns out that Misty is Alex’s best friend, and the two of them planned this all along as a set up for my poor girlfriend. I open the door and Misty comes in wearing a trench coat, along with her husband… and several of her husband’s friends. Misty’s husband carries in a bag full of what I can only assume is torture and bondage implements for Hillary.
My girlfriend’s arch enemy enters the beach house and strips off her trench coat to reveal a black dominatrix outfit. Alex grabs Hillary by the hair and starts to slowly pull her up to her feet… and when Hillary sees Alex she softly says, “…anyone but her… my God… anyone but her…” Misty is the absolute last person that my girl wants to see when she’s vulnerable like this. Alex bends Hillary over, and then Misty comes over, says, “Did you miss me, sweetie?” right into Hillary’s face, slaps her, and then Alex and Misty each grab one of Hillary’s wrists and start to deliver crushing knee lifts into Hillary’s beleaguered tits. Poor Hillary yelps and jumps up slightly from each knee smash to the boobs, as her enemies taunt her and really rub it in.
Alex then forces Hillary onto her knees and puts a slave collar around her throat with a chain extending from it while a battered and sweaty and topless Alex curls up next to me on the couch to narrate and force me to watch. Mike uses his video camera to immortalize this humiliation while Misty’s husband takes his pants down right in front of my girl and then Misty grabs her hair and forces her to suck his dick. Poor, crying Hillary sucks and sucks with her worst enemy on earth whispering taunts right into her ear until Misty’s husband pulls his dick out… and spews a load of come right onto Hillary’s sore tits as my girl softly moans in humiliation. All of the other men then stand around in a circle and take their pants down as well, and Misty makes Hillary crawl on her knees with that slave collar around her neck and suck each man’s dick in turn. Alex narrates the humiliation for me, “My your girlfriend really can suck dick like a champ… oh wait he’s pulling his dick out… wow that was a HUGE load of come all over your precious girl’s face. I like how the come is mixed with her tears. Your slut is working on the next guy now… are you enjoying this as much as I am? …ooooohhh that guy shot his load on your girl’s already come drenched tits.” I feel terrible for Hillary… but so, so horny at the same time.
After Hillary sucks every man’s dick at least once, Alex and Misty put a ball gag in my girl’s come filled mouth, handcuff her wrists behind her back, and lead her by the slave chain over to the secret room. They open the door and Mike and I follow them in… and not surprisingly the large room is set up like a torture chamber. Alex ties me to a chair so that I will be forced to watch everything that they do to my beloved girlfriend. There is a torture table in one part of the room and a torture chair in another, but for now they lead Hillary over to a cruel medieval torture device known as “the wooden horse”. My fucking God. The evil bitches lower spiky chains down from the ceiling so they can wrap my girl’s tits up nice and tight, they snag on excruciating vacuum tubes to stretch her nipples out, and then they pull down hard on the breast chains to hoist my girl up… HANG her by the tits… and after letting her dangle for a minute or so they then s l o w l y lower her crotch down onto that wooden horse – and I watch as her pussy lips get spread across the harsh triangular business end on the top of the device. An expression of disbelief crosses Hillary’s beautiful, beaten up face as she rides the horse while having her tits dangled, squeezed, and stretched. Misty walks up to her and slugs her hard right in the belly, making a wet slapping sound as her fist sinks into her sweaty belly flesh while Hillary moans through the ball gag, and then Misty and Alex take out electric shock sticks so they can zap Hillary’s tits as she painfully sits on that cruel wooden horse.
After a while the bad girls hoist my girlfriend off of the wooden horse, hang her by the tits again, and then dump her down to the ground like a sandbag at a theater. Alex and Misty pick Hillary up… and dump her onto the torture table on her back before tying her down with her breasts bound snugly in rope to make them purple and sensitive. Misty then rummages through the bag that her husband brought, and pulls out a staple gun. Jesus Christ I don’t know if I should stop this. Misty goes over and shoots the first staple into Hilary’s right tit while my girl emits a muffled yelp and writhes in her binds. Alex plays with her hair and taunts her while she watches Misty slowly and methodically shoot staples into every part my girlfriend’s tits… until the staple gun is completely empty.
Next, Alex and Misty put on thick work gloves and then they get out two strands of barbed wire. Oh no. Hillary has taken some terrible beatings before but she has never endured this level of torture (I know my girl is tough though so she can take it). Hillary’s tormentors wrap the barbed wire around each tit, they each stand on opposite sides of my girl, and then they each pull back on their strand of barbed wire to play barbed wire tug of war with Hillary’s tits! Misty actually props her foot up on the edge of the torture table for leverage as she tugs back on the barbed wire as hard as she can – coiling it around Hillary’s breast like a boa constrictor and digging those barbs in deep while stretching her tits in opposite directions. Alex and Misty finally let up… and add insult to injury when they take out salt and actually sprinkle salt into the barbed wire cuts on Hillary’s boobs as my poor girlfriend screams through the ball gag. The sadistic bitches then allow Misty’s husband and his friends to stand around and jerk off onto Hillary’s tortured tits until there is a thick mound of come on each one.
Finally, Misty and Alex untie my girlfriend, lead her over to the spiky torture chair, and strap her down on the chair. Alex then walks over to where I’m bound to a chair directly across from Hillary, and she starts to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants… and I know why as Misty goes into her bag of goodies and takes out the exact same metal nail bra that she used on Hillary after dominating her in their third match. The iron maiden for the breasts. That sadistic bitch Misty starts heating up the nails with a blowtorch just like she did last time, and Alexandra reaches down and starts to rub my dick as Misty slowly (very, very slowly) starts to enclose the front part of the nail bra onto my girl’s tits – making the heated nails slowly sink into her succulent breast flesh. I cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life when the nail bra is fully closed and then locked, and after my orgasm subsides Alexandra whispers into my ear that they are going to leave Hillary dangling from the ceiling by that nail bra all night long until they resume the torture tomorrow morning.
Being suspended from the ceiling by the tits all night with that nail bra on will be an absolutely terrible punishment for my girl… but I know she can take it.
