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STORY - Wife vs "Mistress" - part 1

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STORY - Wife vs "Mistress" - part 1
« on: January 27, 2012, 11:46:02 PM »
Be sure and read "beginning", posted earlier this week, before reading this. Enjoy!
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   The stark fluorescent lights shown down on the two women circling slowly below, accentuating every curve and recess of their exquisite bodies. The leather-hooded redhead let loose a quiet hiss of anticipation…the brunette remained silent.
   Both women stopped circling, just out of reach. Mistress swayed on the balls of her feet, still grinning at Jennifer, then suddenly lunged forward slightly…a feint. Jen flinched from the sudden motion, making Mistress smile wider.
   Then, like feral beasts, both women attacked, leaping forward with fists cocked back.
   Jennifer’s punch grazed across Mistress’s scalp as the redhead’s leather-covered fist drove into Jen’s belly, then momentum slammed the two women together. Screaming and grunting in rage, both women grabbed and clawed their opponent’s body and head, seeking hand-holds to twist the fight to their advantage. Locked together, the women spun and stumbled erratically about the room, both trying to throw the other off-balance while remaining on their own feet.
   Their waltz of violence was interrupted by the metal table, as both women crashed into it. Jen managed to twist on top of Mistress, catching the redhead between her body and the abrupt metal table edge. Jen threw her weight forward, bending Mistress backwards and slamming the redhead across the table’s surface. With Mistress’s fingers still entangled in her own hair, Jen began pistoning her right fist into Mistress’s taut belly.
   “Let…go…you…fucking…bitch!” Jen hissed, accenting each word with another blow to Mistress’s belly, causing the leather-clad woman to grunt in pain again and again through clenched teeth.
   Mistress yanked Jen’s head down against her, then released Jen’s hair with her left hand. Her gloved fingers clawed at Jen’s face, cutting off the flurry of punches as the brunette desperately grabbed Mistress’s wrist. Mistress slowly twisted Jen off her using her grip on the howling woman’s face and hair for leverage.
   “Bitch?” Mistress spat as she continued to grip Jen’s face. “You bet I am! But you’re unworthy of the title!”
   As soon as she regained her feet, Mistress slammed her left knee into Jen’s body, the force of the brutal blow lifting Jen from the floor. As Jen began to crumple, Mistress intensified her claw on Jen’s face, causing the brunette to wail in pain as she frantically gripped Mistress’s wrist.
Holding Jen on her feet by her grip on Jen’s face and hair, Mistress said, “I think I’ll call you ‘puppy’! So you like to hit, huh? Let’s work with that!”
   The leather-hooded woman threw Jen backwards into a padded wall. Stunned, Jen held her clawed face in her hands and made no move to defend herself as Mistress strode towards her. Mistress’s first punch struck Jen just above her navel, causing her breath to burst forth in an explosive cry. The redhead twisted at the waist, brutally slugging her victim’s body three more times in rapid succession. Then she allowed Jen to curl forward, clutching her belly in agony.
   “You like those, little puppy?” Mistress said mockingly. Jen coughed and groaned, making no attempt to straighten up, her knees together and her shapely legs shaking slightly with the effort to remain standing.
   Mistress continued, “Now let’s try something else…” She gripped Jen’s hair and pulled the woman upright…
   …and Jen’s fists, with her fingers interlaced, swung up from below and crashed directly into Mistress’s chin, snapping the woman’s head back with a loud crack. Stunned by the ferocity of the unexpected blow, Mistress released Jen’s hair and stumbled backwards a step.
   Without hesitating a second, Jen leapt forward. She grabbed Mistress’s head and spun, slamming the redhead into the wall head first, then raked her fingernails down the dazed woman’s bare back. Mistress screamed and arched her back, the searing agony piercing the fog in her mind. Jen whirled the agonized woman around and punched her across the jaw, again stunning Mistress for a few seconds. In those precious heartbeats, Jen quickly slammed first one of Mistress’s wrists into a nearby cuff, then the other. The metal clasps clicked smoothly closed, holding Mistress’s arms out and up to her sides.
   Mistress shook the fog from her mind, then realized her position. She looked to first right then left, pulling desperately at the cuffs gripping her wrists. They both held fast. Mistress swung her gaze onto Jen, who stood in front of her.
   Both women panted with exertion, the sound of their breath echoing in the suddenly still room. The lights above glinted off their sweat-sheathed skin. Behind Jen, several hanging straps swung from where the two women had stumbled into them. In the sudden pause, both women glared at each other with fiery hate.
   Then, Mistress smiled. Her body lost some of its tension.
   “Good little dog.” She said.
   Jen blinked in confusion. She said, “You understand I’m gonna beat your ass bloody now, right?”
   Mistress’s smile widened. “MMMM…yum! Oh, do enjoy yourself, little puppy.”
   Furious, Jen stepped forward and began driving lefts and rights into Mistress’s flat belly. The redhead lost her smile, crying out with each impact. Jen slowly lifted her aim, slamming punches first into Mistress’s ribs, then into her breasts. Mistress screamed with pain as her lean breasts were smashed again and again.
   After several seconds, Jen stopped. Mistress’s head slumped forward, her voice keening out in a slowly-diminishing wail.
   “Like…the appetizer…bitch?” Jen breathed.
   Mistress’s moan morphed into a humorless chuckle. She raised her head to meet Jen’s gaze.
   “Oh I’m gonna fuck you up, little puppy.” She panted. “You see…the cuffs only stay locked for thirty seconds.”
   The metallic clink from Mistress’s restraints echoed through the room.
« Last Edit: January 28, 2012, 12:13:29 AM by Overdog McNab »

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Offline LoveSexyJobbers

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Re: STORY - Wife vs "Mistress" - part 1
« Reply #1 on: January 30, 2012, 03:06:37 AM »
Very Nice so far , looking forward to the Mistress hopefully enjoy humiliating Jen as the Mistress seems to know the secrets of the room that Jen does not that will help her emerge victorious ;D
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Re: STORY - Wife vs "Mistress" - part 1
« Reply #2 on: February 06, 2012, 03:50:10 PM »
Got it!
Cheers!