By GW

Office competition leads to bedroom strife.

WARNING: This story contains graphic nudity, violence and n/c sexual scenes. It is intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults over twenty-one years of age.
 
 

As she menacingly stood over him, Steve's frightened eyes pleaded with his merciless wife to stop.

Laurie grinned silently, delighted by her muscular, athletic husband's terror of her, and grabbed his feet.  When Steve fearfully tried to struggle loose, she pulled his legs into the air.  Then, the fierce blond planted her pink-booted foot in his genitals, with authoritative firmness.  Would she really crush his manhood?  Steve didn't dare to find out; he didn't resist as Laurie twisted his leg around in a step over toehold.

While she twisted his leg nearly off, Laurie gleefully bent Steve's toes backward, causing even more pain.

When she tired of that game, Laurie dropped Steve's numb leg.

"Oh God!  Was she finished?"  Steve prayed that she was, with all his heart.  He had no fight left in him.  Unfortunately for her husband, Laurie was having too much fun.  Besides, now that she'd started, she was determined to teach her handsome husband, once and for all, who was the dominant figure in their relationship.  She'd been sweet, little Laurie too long, much too long. She  knew she wouldn't be satisfied, until she beat Steve at his own game.  Laurie leaned over and took Steve under the arms.  It was still impossible for Steve to believe how strong Laurie was, as she easily pulled his nearly inert body, up on his feet.

Once she dragged her trembling husband upright, Laurie raised her fists threateningly. Now she'd show him, who was the boxing champion in this family.

Barely able to stand on his shaky legs, Steve looked at Laurie askance. What was she going to do, now?  He realized in amazement that Laurie wanted to box him.  Was she crazy?

Laurie MUST be crazy!  This was Steve's game.  Steve stiffened his spine, and got his unsteady legs under control.  Before this afternoon, he'd never have dreamed of raising his fists to Laurie, but now he raised them, menacingly.  Laurie had caught him by surprise, at first, but she surely didn't think her delicate, little fists could do any damage to his powerful body, when he was ready for her.  It was time to show this vicious bitch who was boss!

Then unbelievingly, Steve found out, that Laurie's little fists could, indeed hurt him, when she slipped her left fist through his guard, and sank it into his gut, like a battering ram.  His powerful muscles collapsed like jelly before that furious power.

When Steve doubled forward from the gut punch, Laurie nailed him with a right to the jaw. Steve saw stars.

Steve's furious resolve crumbled.  After just two punches, his head was reeling.  He hung there, hardly able to stand.  Laurie contemptuously patted his cheek, knowing he couldn't retaliate at all. Then, she resumed her merciless pounding, with another of those deadly left hooks deep into his lower belly.

Laurie followed that second gut punch, with another left to the chin, and then a right to nearly the same spot.

By now, Steve was nearly out on his feet, again. Laurie grinned at her husband's helplessness. She backed up a step, and buried her boot heel in Steve's belly.  He twisted around drunkenly, as though to escape, and she kicked him a second time in the small of the back.

Steve would have gone down, right then, but Laurie grabbed him by the throat and the balls, sliding her hand right inside his briefs. She nearly crushed both, as Steve gasped for release.

When Laurie finally let go of his tormented genitals, Steve pitched forward and hit the floor with a loud thump. He crouched at Laurie's feet, completely at her mercy.

Laurie had no thought of showing her downed husband any mercy, though.  She was far beyond mercy.  Instead, she viciously kicked him in the belly.