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Late Show Wrestling
by Adultarc (address withheld)
Originally published in the THC Archive

***

A couple finds a new way to get off. Only the husband 
ends up with the short end of the deal. (Fdom/M, v, 
huml, mc)

***

Sue and Rick Mathews were sitting in their king-size 
bed in the large bedroom of their suburban home, 
watching wrestling on television. Sue loved Rick 
dearly, but sometimes he was a real pain in the neck, 
like tonight, insisting on watching wrestling. Sue 
thought wrestling was pretty stupid, even aside from 
its being phony. Watching two large ugly men throwing 
each other around a small ring was not Sue's idea of 
entertainment. 

Then Sue suddenly found herself interested, in fact, 
fascinated. There was a special match on tonight, 
between a man and a woman. The slim blonde girl started 
throwing her male opponent all around the ring, even 
though he was much bigger and had big muscles. Sue 
licked her lips nervously. "This is great. Look at her 
knocking that big ape all around. That's real women's 
lib!" she said with a laugh. 

Rick snorted in disgust. "Let's watch something else," 
he said. 

Something about seeing a woman beating up on a man like 
that disturbed him. Women's lib was one thing, but 
having a woman beat him up was the ultimate male 
humiliation. 

Now Sue insisted on watching. "No. You wanted to watch 
wrestling, and this is too good to miss." Rick 
grumbled, but continued watching and didn't make any 
move to change the channel. Sue could tell he wasn't 
happy about it, though. She couldn't resist kidding him 
a little. "Boy, how would you like to go ten rounds 
with her?" she asked with a straight face. 

Rick snorted again. "That's ridiculous. A smaller woman 
could never really beat up a much bigger man, 
especially one who's in good shape. Wrestling is all 
phony. You ought to know that. You tell me every time I 
want to watch it." 

Sue was in the mood to needle her husband, though. "Oh 
yeah, it sure looks real to me. What makes you think a 
girl can't outfight a man, anyway? When I was a kid I 
wrestled boys, and I won sometimes." Sue was 
embellishing the truth somewhat. Once when she was 
thirteen, she'd wrestled her nine year-old cousin and 
pinned him. 

Rick didn't really take her seriously, but her boast 
bothered him anyway. His face got red, and he tried to 
cover his feelings with a joke. He snickered. "Sure, 
they'd let you sit on their faces, I bet. You always 
were pretty naive." 

That remark miffed Sue. "Well, how about you fighting 
me then, and let's see if you'll like me sitting on 
your face. I wouldn't mind doing a little more of that. 
The missionary position gets pretty boring after a 
while, especially if you're the one who always gets to 
be on the bottom!" 

Rick laughed, "I ought to take you up on that and teach 
you a lesson!" 

"Come on and try it then, hot shot," Sue shot back. 
"We'll see who learns a lesson." 

Rick didn't say anything. Sue discovered, in surprise, 
that the idea excited her. It might be kind of fun, at 
that, to wrestle her husband. 

The blonde girl on the TV pinned her male opponent just 
then. Rick used the remote control to switch off the 
set with an obviously angry gesture. 

"What's the matter, honey? Can't bear to see the big, 
strong man get whipped by a mere girl? Afraid it could 
happen to you?" Sue teased. 

"All right, let's forget it," Rick said. 

Sue continued her teasing, though. "Rick's afraid to 
fight me! Rick's afraid to fight me!" she chanted. 

"That's enough about it, ok, Ms. Loudmouth?" Rick 
answered. Then he muttered, "Damn it, you sure to 
deserve a lesson, though." 

"Yeah, but you're afraid to try and give it to me. 
Rick's a scaredy-cat! Rick's a scaredy-cat!" Sue took 
up a new chant. 

Rick knew the TV show was probably a fake, but it 
bothered him anyway, and Sue's teasing was getting 
under his collar. "OK, Ms. Smart-ass, that does it!" 
Rick said, and he hopped off the bed, pulling off his 
pajamas. 

Seeing Rick's brutally powerful, muscular body naked, 
Sue had second thoughts. At thirty-five, after twelve 
years of marriage, they were both in good shape, but 
Rick suddenly looked awfully big to Sue, and very 
strong. Besides that, he was a high school football 
coach, and Sue was a librarian, the classic wimp's 
profession. 

Rick was nearly six feet tall, all 180 pounds of it 
solid muscle. Sue, at five foot six, was a shapely, 
firmly packed 140 pounds. Much as she exercised, she 
never seemed to slim down below that 140. Her waist was 
relatively small, though. Her weight was all in her 
shapely limbs, big womanly breasts, and solid hips and 
behind. Her behind stuck out impudently, balancing her 
prominently up-thrust bosom. Despite her firmly toned 
muscles, no one ever thought of Sue as a female "jock." 
Rather, Sue's pale, flawless complexion and baby soft 
brown hair, curling to her shoulders, intensified a 
first impression of delightful voluptuousness. 

Rick stood by the bed, flexing his muscles in a body 
builder's pose. Sue still sat in bed, regretting her 
boastful challenge. "Now, who's scared? Huh?" Rick 
laughed sarcastically. "All talk and no action, huh, 
Ms. liberated feminist?" Rick teased. 

Sue realized she'd talked herself into a corner. She 
slowly pulled her silk shorty-nightgown over her head 
and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. Rick 
continued to posture in front of her. "Well, Ms. 
Loudmouth, what's it going to be? Want to call it off 
and forget it?" 

Sue knew that if she did back out and call it off now, 
Rick would make sure she never got to forget it. "Well, 
I suppose I don't have any choice," she told herself. 
Rick was standing right in front of her, flexing his 
muscles over his head. 

Sue gulped nervously. Then, like a beginner swimmer 
jumping off the end of the dock, she launched herself 
off the bed. She lowered he head and, like an arrow 
shot from a bow, dove head-first into Rick's belly. Her 
sudden move caught her husband completely by surprise. 
Off-guard, with his hands over his head, Rick was a 
perfect target, and Sue's head sank deeply into his 
gut. "Oooff!" he grunted, and crashed backwards into 
the wall. 

Sue thought to herself, "Well, maybe it won't be all 
one-sided after all, if I keep my head and keep him off 
balance." She remembered what the TV girl wrestler had 
done after she'd thrown her male opponent into a ring 
post. Sue sped over to her gasping husband and dove 
into his belly head- first again. This time she nailed 
him even harder, because his back was already pressed 
to the wall. Rick almost passed out before the fight 
even got underway. While he hung there against the 
wall, Sue stooped down and gathered up his muscular 
thighs, one under each arm. 

"What are you doing?" Rick asked in confusion, hardly 
knowing where he was or what was happening. 

"Oh, just this," his cuddly brown-haired wife laughed. 
Sue was suddenly enjoying herself, as she pulled her 
husband's legs right out from under him. Rick went down 
on his behind like the proverbial ton of bricks. He 
yelped at the impact, still only half-aware of what Sue 
was doing to him. 

Sue still wasn't satisfied. She didn't let go of Rick's 
legs. He wasn't able to do anything about it; he just 
sat there on the floor in stunned amazement. As she 
held his legs, Sue could feel Rick's thighs quivering 
at the shock. She straightened up with a purposeful 
thrust of her body and, pulling backwards, jerked 
Rick's buttocks off the floor. 

Rick landed with a resounding thud on his back. His 
head bounced hard on the carpet. Sue still didn't 
loosen her grip on his legs at all. Letting her hands 
slide down to his calves, she held onto her fallen 
husband for a few moments while she got her breath back 
and planned her next move. 

Rick's head started to clear. He looked up groggily to 
see Sue standing over him, with his legs hoisted in the 
air. He could hardly remember how Sue had gotten him 
such a fix. He never felt like such a fool in his life, 
but worse was to come. Sue put her foot down between 
his thighs and pressed down on his vulnerable crotch, 
not hard enough to do any damage, just hard enough so 
Rick was very aware her foot was there. "OK, big 
fellah, look's like your shoulders are pinned already," 
Sue chortled. 

Rick tried to flip over and twist out of his wife's 
grip, but Sue held on for dear life. At the same time 
she pressed her foot down harder on his crotch. The 
sudden pain in his scrotum stopped Rick cold. He gave a 
yelp of real pain. "Ow, ow, oh that's not fair. Let go. 
Let go," he whined. 

"All right, sissy, if you can't take it, I'll be 
sporting and let you go. Remember, though, it's only 
because you begged me," Sue snickered, unable to stop 
needling her embarrassed husband. She eased the 
pressure on his crotch, but when she dropped his legs, 
she slid her foot between his buttocks and goosed him 
with her big toe. Rick screeched, and his body jumped 
in the air as though he'd gotten an electric shock. 

Rick jumped up, humiliated. This had started out as a 
joke. Now he felt he had a score to settle with his 
lovely wife. He charged at Sue like a bull. Seeing the 
look on her husband's face, Sue dodged away. She'd 
taken dance lessons all through school, and she was 
still nimble on her feet. She avoided Rick's charge 
with only inches to spare. 

Rick whirled and lunged at her again. Sue had the 
feeling if Rick got his hands on her, she'd be very 
sorry. She wasn't about to let it happen, though. "I'm 
going to make him the sorry one," she told herself with 
a feeling of delightful anticipation. 

Sue couldn't believe what she was thinking, or the 
feelings that head come over her. She had really 
attacked her husband as if this was a real fight and 
not a game. She hadn't worried about hurting him at 
all. In fact, she knew deep down that's what she 
wanted. She felt ashamed. 

Sue had always thought of herself as non-violent, 
repressed feelings of aggression, and avoided 
competition. "I must be going crazy. This isn't me 
doing this. I ought to stop this right now before 
someone gets hurt," Sue thought, with a feeling of 
guilt. 

Unfortunately, the way Rick was coming at her, Sue 
couldn't end it "right now." She'd been rougher than 
necessary, and Rick wouldn't be able to live with 
himself unless he evened the score. But much as she 
loved Rick, Sue refused to take a beating just to 
preserve his feelings. 

Desperately Sue danced out of the way of Rick's second 
charge. This time her margin of safety was only 
fractions of an inch. Even so, Sue impudently cracked 
Rick across the behind with the flat of her had as he 
brushed past. She knew she was playing with fire, but 
she just couldn't resist the urge. 

Really furious now, Rick stalked his wife slowly and 
deliberately. Sue nervously backed away until, without 
warning, her back bumped against the wall. She'd let 
Rick back her into a corner. "Oh, hell!" she thought in 
dismay. "What do I do now?" Her mind raced. 
Instinctively the moves of the girl in the TV bout came 
back to her. 

Hardly thinking, Sue braced her palms against the 
walls, lifted her body and lashed out with her leg. The 
sole of her foot slammed deep into Rick's belly. Still 
hurting from two head butts, a third ruinous shock to 
the abdomen stopped him dead. 

Sue wanted to get out of that corner bad. Quick as a 
wink, she slipped around behind her gasping husband, 
without even waiting to see if her kick was effective. 
It was! Rick was doubled over in pain. "Damn!" he 
groaned. Sue had escaped, and worse, she'd hurt him 
again doing it. 

If he was fighting another man, Rick would have gone on 
the defensive and waited for his opponent to come to 
him. But even now, he just couldn't think of Sue as 
really dangerous. He turned to go after her again, but 
Sue didn't wait. She jumped him first, before he could 
turn all the way around. 

Sue landed high on Rick's back. He was still stooped 
over, and she knocked him flat on his face. Sue's full 
140 pounds landed on top of him. For a second or so 
Rick lay there seeing stars. Once again he hardly knew 
where he was, or what Sue had done to him. 

When Rick's head did clear, he found Sue had wrapped 
her strong legs around his middle in a scissors. Rick 
arched his back to throw her off, but Sue locked her 
ankles together and dug her heels into his belly. Her 
plump, pretty thighs squeezed like a pair of boa 
constrictors. 

Rick's powerful arms were free, though, and he levered 
Sue and himself then both over on their backs. Now Rick 
was on top of his wife's softer body. The impact of 
being flipped hurt Sue, especially when Rick's heavy 
body landed on top of her. She was dazed. Even so, to 
Rick's intense frustration, Sue didn't relax enough for 
him to get free. 

Not being able to break loose made Rick desperate. He 
hated being helpless, and being made helpless by Sue, 
his own wife, was intolerable. He thrashed wildly and 
finally twisted sideways, but that only made things 
worse. It didn't loosen Sue's grip, and now he was on 
his belly, with Sue along side of him, on her side. She 
was free of his heavy body pinning her down, and her 
legs cut directly into his belly and kidneys instead of 
his harder, less vulnerable hips. She was able to exert 
even more pressure on his aching middle. Sue didn't 
waste her advantage; she poured on the pressure until 
Rick was squirming in real pain. 

Rick's face got redder, and his breathing got harder. 
He aimed an awkward punch at Sue's face. She dodged 
just in time, and his fist glanced harmlessly off her 
forehead. While she had the chance, Sue grabbed two of 
Rick's fingers in each hand. She twisted and bent them 
until the smarting pain brought tears to Rick's eyes. 
He couldn't get his hand loose. 

Meanwhile Sue's strong thighs tightened every time Rick 
breathed or moved, like a boa constrictor, always a 
little tighter, never any looser. Before long Rick 
could hardly breathe at all. He was afraid he was 
passing out. If he didn't do something quick, Sue would 
win the fight, and he'd never live it down. That 
thought gave him a sudden burst of strength, and he 
kicked himself loose. 

Rick stumbled to his feet as Sue leaped gracefully to 
hers. Free of Sue's terrible constricting thighs, Rick 
breathed deeply in relief, but he still nursed his sore 
hand. Sue felt incredibly exhilarated. "Gee-whiz, he 
hasn't touched me at all so far. I can't believe it. 
Some football coach. Even if he wins now, he'll know 
he's been in a fight. But who says he's going to win?" 
she thought. 

Rick lurched at Sue, expecting her to backpedal away, 
as she'd done before. Instead, his pretty wife paused 
long enough to shoot a solid punch into his gut. She 
caught Rick off-guard. He couldn't turn fast enough to 
protect himself when Sue ran behind him and grabbed his 
neck with both arms. As she pulled him back towards 
her, she shoved her knees into the backs of his, 
buckling his legs. Rick lost his footing and fell on 
his behind. 

Taking two handfuls of Rick's thick blonde hair and 
throwing her leg over his shoulder, Sue shoved him over 
on his hands and knees. In amazement, Rick found 
himself trapped between his wife's plump, white thighs 
again. This time it was even more embarrassing, because 
she had his head secure in her steely grip. 

Sue had made her first mistake, though. Rick's arms 
were still free. He grabbed Sue's ankles and pulled her 
legs out from under her. Sue pitched forward on her 
face. Her hands and big, nude breasts broke her fall 
some, but not without pain and a big blow to her pride 
and dignity. 

"Goddamn it! That was stupid," Sue thought. "Hell, 
that's something Rick would have done." Rick tried to 
immobilize her by pinning her legs to the floor. Sue 
knew if Rick ever trapped her that way, she'd never get 
loose. 

Desperately Sue kicked both legs in a frenzy. Her 
kicking feet hit Rick in the chest and face with a hard 
tattoo. He felt like he'd stuck his head into an 
electric blender. He couldn't hold Sue's legs tight, 
and she pulled free. Once loose, Sue scampered away on 
her hands and knees. She scrambled to her feet before 
Rick could catch her. 

Turning to face her husband, Sue was dismayed to see 
him on his feet, bearing down on her like an angry 
bull. She'd been counting on a second or so respite, 
but there was no time to avoid his charge this time. 
"Well, here goes nothing," Sue muttered. Taking a deep 
breath, she resolutely met Rick head-on with a flurry 
of punches to his body. 

The last thing in the world Rick expected was his 
fluffy-haired wife to stand her ground and slug it out 
with him toe-to-toe. She stopped Rick dead in his 
tracks. Sue's fists thudded into his sore, lower belly 
in an explosive barrage. His abdominal muscles weren't 
ready, and Sue's punches dug into his gut nearly to the 
wrist. His mouth gaped open in shock, like a fish out 
of water. Sue laughed out loud. She liked the feeling 
of sinking her fists into her husband's body. It really 
turned her on. 

Rick couldn't believe Sue was hurting him so bad. While 
he stood there flat-footed, Sue clipped him on the chin 
with a right uppercut. The punch stung Sue's knuckles 
and numbed her forearm, but it snapped Rick's head 
backwards like a kick from a mule. 

Rick felt his legs buckling. He raised his own arms in 
a boxing stance and tried to catch Sue in a clinch. He 
missed her left arm, though and she smashed it into his 
right eye. Then she pulled her right arm loose and 
slammed it into his gut, way down low, with all her 
strength. 

Rick stumbled away. His legs were rubbery, and he 
couldn't get his breath. Sue exultantly ignored her own 
pain. "It's so easy!" she thought. "He's no tougher 
than I am, and he's a lot dumber." 

Sue suffered another pang of guilt, realizing she was 
sadistically enjoying hurting and humiliating her own 
husband this way. "The hell with it, he brought it on 
himself," she told herself self-righteously. She knew 
the real reason, though; she just wasn't ready to stop. 
It was too much fun. "Heck, I've just gotten started!" 
she exulted. 

Sue continued her attack with a graceful kick to Rick's 
aching belly. Despite Rick's rippling washboard 
abdominal development, she knew now how easy it was to 
hurt him there. Her foot was bare, but the power of her 
plump, white thigh drove her toe deep into Rick's body 
anyway. 

Rick crumpled up and fell down on his hands and knees. 
He was hurt and groggy, but still intensely aware that 
his cute, brown-haired wife was humiliating him 
dreadfully. "Bitch," he muttered. "I thought we were 
just fooling around." 

"Bastard," Sue replied. She resented her husband 
calling her names, even if she was beating him up 
"Can't take it, big man? What's the matter, not man 
enough to handle your own wife?" Sue sneered, rubbing 
salt into her husband's wounded pride with guilty joy. 
As she taunted him, she slammed her shin into Rick's 
side, knocking him over on his side. Too hurt to defend 
himself, Rick curled up in agony as Sue mercilessly 
buried her toe in his stomach again. 

More than anything, Rick wanted to get up and smash his 
fists into his wife's grinning face, but his body just 
wouldn't respond. Sue kicked him again, and then again, 
and rolled him over on his back. The room whirled round 
in circles. Rick tried to sit up, at least, but his 
arms and legs just flopped around uselessly. 

Sue planted her foot on Rick's throat. There was 
nothing he could do to remove it. "Ready to give up and 
call it a night, bug guy?" Sue chortled in seventh 
heaven, unable to believe that she'd actually won the 
fight with her husband. 

Rich cursed, his voice trembled weakly. "Goddamn lousy 
dike bitch!" 

"What did you call me?" Sue asked, not believing what 
she'd heard Rick say. 

"You heard me, you dike bitch!" Rick told her, needing 
to hurt his victorious wife verbally at least, if that 
was the only way he could. 

"Oh you lousy, little pansy bitch," Sue shrieked, 
unable to control her fury. She wanted to hurt him as 
much as that remark had hurt her. "How dare you say 
that to me! I'm your wife and the mother of your 
children. Just because I can fight better than you 
doesn't mean I'm not a real woman. I'm beginning to 
think it means you're not much of a man, though. I'm 
going to make you pay for that insult. You're going to 
be real sorry, believe me," she ranted on. 

Sue threw mercy to the winds. She knee-dropped onto 
Rick's belly. She'd already turned his washboard 
muscles to jelly, and now her solid 140 pounds caved 
them in completely. Rick gagged and choked as his lungs 
heaved for breath. His body quivered and tensed 
convulsively. Sue straddled his chest and carefully 
pinned his arms under her knees. 

Sue sat on her husband's chest, smugly letting her 
complete mastery over him sink in. She noticed with a 
shock that she was ready to come; she'd never been so 
sexually aroused in her life. 

"Oh my God, this can't be happening," Rick thought in 
horror. He still didn't know how Sue had handled him so 
easily. Maybe she was right, maybe he was some kind of 
pansy. The one thing he did know was that if he didn't 
stop her, life would ever be the same for him again. 
That nameless terror gave him the determination to keep 
struggling madly. 

It only took a few moments of horrifying, humiliating 
futility for Rick to discover his sweet, brown-haired 
wife had already battered him so badly he no longer had 
the strength to budge her. He bridged and kicked and 
heaved, but Sue easily rode down his struggles. She 
wasn't even breathing hard. 

Exultantly Sue let Rick struggle uselessly beneath her 
for some time. She wanted her husband to be absolutely 
certain that she had beaten him completely into 
helpless submission. It wasn't long before Rick knew it 
only too well. No matter how hard he tried, Sue just 
sat there on top of him, smiling smugly. 

Unable to do anything else, Rick in helpless fury 
turned his head and bit Sue on the thigh. His teeth 
sank cruelly into her creamy flesh. Rick was sorry and 
ashamed as soon as he did it. Sue screamed in shock, 
unable to believe the man she had loved for fifteen 
years would sink so low. In furious disgust she smashed 
her fist into his nose. Sue's punch sent unbelievable 
pain lancing into Rick's brain like a hot poker. 

"Lie still, or I'll mash your face to a pulp," Sue 
threatened, her voice a feline mixture of purr and 
snarl. Rick found Sue's voice almost as scary as the 
pain. He was suddenly terrified of his own wife. Hating 
himself for it, Rick surrendered and obediently lay 
still. 

Sue felt Rick's shudder of fear through her plump, 
punishing thighs. "Oh my god, this is wonderful!" she 
mused. Her own body hurt all over, but she found she 
enjoyed the pain. It made her feel strong and alive. 
She was filled with such exultation she couldn't bear 
to just sit there passively on Rick's chest one second 
longer. 

She jumped up and crouched over Rick menacingly. She 
grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him to his 
feet. It was difficult, not because her beaten husband 
offered any resistance, but because his body was as 
limp as wet laundry. 

Once standing, it took all of Rick's concentration to 
stay that way. Sue saw how badly her husband was 
trembling. "Scared of me, lover boy?" she sneered. 

"That'll be the day," Rick replied defiantly. The 
twisted knot of sickness in Rick's belly told him he 
was lying, and the scornful look in Sue's big blue eyes 
told him she knew it. 

Rick rubbed his face. One eye was half closed, and his 
nose felt like it was broken. "How did I ever get into 
this mess?" he wondered miserably. He desperately 
wanted to crawl off to hide somewhere, but his 
masculine pride couldn't admit he was beaten, not by 
Sue. Warily eyeing his small, sexy and suddenly 
terrifying wife, he raised his hands defensively. 

"Haven't learned your lesson yet, huh, sweetie?" Sue 
contemptuously batted Rick's arms aside as she taunted 
him. Once she disposed of his feeble defense, Sue 
slapped her husband across the face. Rick staggered 
sideways. It only took Sue's casual slap to nearly 
knock her battered husband off his feet now. 

While Rick tried to keep his balance, Sue slammed into 
him again, her big boobs against his chest and her hot 
belly against his own. They were both naked, and it 
should have been sexy as hell, but Rick only felt pain 
and sick fear. 

Sue slid her arms around Rick's waist in a bear hug so 
her husband couldn't escape her. She locked her wrists 
in the small of his back and gave him a convulsive, 
gut-wrenching squeeze. "Oh lord, she's going to break 
my back!" was Rick's first, near hysterical thought. 
Then more hopefully, "she can't keep this kind of 
pressure up for long." But amazingly, with each passing 
moment Sue increased the pressure. Rick's head swam and 
his body grew limp. At first he tried to pry himself 
loose from Sue, but in seconds Rick's powerfully 
muscled male arms dangled helplessly at his sides, 
while his wife's girlishly slim, white ones almost cut 
him in half. 

Locked together, it was paradoxically Sue's plump, 
padded belly that crushed Rick's washboard abdomen to 
mush. Even her big, soft jiggling tits seemed to be 
torpedoes boring into his big broad manly chest, 
crushing the breath from him. Rick tried to use his 
powerful legs to push himself free. With an exultant 
snarl, Sue gritted her teeth and tightened her arms, 
almost crunching his ribs. The way Sue was holding him 
Rick's toes barely touched the carpet. 

Sue dangled her husband helplessly in her arms like a 
rag doll until his groans sounded more and more like 
sobs, and even he wasn't sure they weren't. When his 
eyes glazed, Sue gave a final convulsive wrench and 
dropped him. Rick crumpled up and fell on his knees. 

When he fell Rick would have pitched forward on his 
face, but Sue grabbed him under the arms and lifted him 
up again. Rick's knees buckled. Only Sue's slim arms 
kept him on his feet. Rick's big, rugged muscular body 
slumped helplessly against Sue's soft, voluptuous 
nudity. 

Rick struggled instinctively, but Sue slid her arms 
down his strong muscular back and grabbed a solid, 
sinewy buttock in each hand. She toyed with the crevice 
that separated them. "STOP!" Rick whined. His head 
slumped helplessly against Sue's soft, white shoulder 
for support. 

"My, my, my, big brave he-man, those big manly muscles 
of yours must be made of spaghetti, because you sure 
fight like a scared little pansy girl," Sue taunted. 
Her vicious sarcasm was totally foreign to her normally 
sweet, sensitive nature. But she did whisper the taunt 
into his ear, huskily and seductively. 

Sue felt sorry for her husband again. "Oh shit, it must 
be terrible for a big, strong macho guy like Rick to 
have his own wife beat him up. He's usually the 
sweetest guy I could ever want, too. He really doesn't 
deserve this. Why am I doing it?" she thought. 

Sue couldn't answer her own question, but she knew, 
even if she should stop, she didn't want to. She'd 
released a long buried feline sadism, and there was no 
way she could rebury it. She just couldn't stop. "You 
lousy dike bitch," Rick moaned in anguish, and he was 
almost weeping. 

"What did you call me, asshole?" Sue yelled, seizing on 
Rick's anguished outcry as an excuse to continue. 

Sue let go of Rick's behind, grabbed his wrists, and 
slammed him backwards into the wall. She pinned his 
wrists against the wall at either side of his head, 
trapping him like a powerless male spider, at the mercy 
of his mate. She rubbed her big boobs, nipples tingling 
and stiff in excitement, against his broad hairy chest. 
Then she ducked her head down and sucked on one of his 
nipples. 

Sue knew when she did it that her attack was sexual. "I 
want to rape him and play with him, like a sexy toy," 
Sue thought. "But the real fun is having him helpless 
and humiliated and at my mercy. Oooh, I love keeping 
him totally under my control like this. I can make him 
my slave, my helpless sex slave." The thought sent 
tingles through Sue's belly. 

She shoved her knee between Rick's trembling thighs, so 
leanly, powerfully muscular and yet to deliciously 
under her feminine control. She nudged her knee against 
his scrotum. She could tell he was pitifully afraid of 
her, and it pleased her immensely. "One twitch of my 
knee and I could ruin you," she threatened, just to see 
the delectable look of fear on his face. 

"Oh my god, don't, please Sue. You won't do that, will 
you?" Rick begged. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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