After The Tournament.
by GW
Frank objects to his wife Sandy participating in a wrestling tournament.


Frank Manson ran the most popular health club in Chesterville. His outstanding
physique was one of the prime attractions and selling points. He was also an
outstanding teacher and fitness trainer. His wife Sandy was his star pupil. In the
five years since their youngest child started school, he had developed her from an
overweight, chubby housewife into a first rate amateur body builder. She was
now, at 5'6, 145 pounds of well defined muscle. 

After a lifetime of inactivity, Sandy had taken to body building like a duck to
water. In the last year she had even gotten into wrestling lessons at another local
club. She had signed up at the other club to take a self defense and rape
prevention course. Frank had encouraged her to do it. But when the other club
offered a wrestling classes, and Sandy signed up for them, Frank changed his
tune. 

The self defense lessons had been one thing, but now Sandy seemed to be
spending more time at the other club than at his own, and the other club was his
keenest competitor. At first, Frank just grumbled. Then he found out there were
both men and women in the classes, and they sometimes wrestled. Frank really
hated the idea of his wife grappling half-naked with other men. He did everything
in his power to get Sandy to quit, but he couldn't seem to get through to her
anymore.

Sandy found wrestling against either men or women exciting. It provided the
competition and challenge she'd missed as a chubby child. Grappling with men
was no turn-on for her either really. Sandy didn't find any of the men as exciting
and sexy as Frank. It was getting harder every day to convince Frank of that
though.   

Now, to add insult to injury, the other club was sponsoring a Wrestling
Tournament. Worse the tournament was open to the public. It was to be co-ed, a
daring innovation in small, conservative Chesterville. Frank was vehemently
opposed. He argued that the Tournament ought to be closed down as a threat to
public morals. 

For the first time since she'd known him, though, Sandy refused to bow to Frank's
opinion. She stubbornly signed up for the tournament against Frank's wishes.
Now it was time to leave for the first match. 

Frank was still arguing. "Its not ladylike and I won't have my wife exhibiting her
body like that. Besides some of those guys are rough. What if you get hurt?"  

Sandy, in a short skirt and bikini top was a pretty sight, as she stamped her foot
in exasperation. "I don't care. I signed up for it and I'm going to do it. I don't care if
it is a mixed wrestling tournament. This is the '90's and a wife doesn't take orders
from her husband. I love you Frank, but this is something I really want to do and
I'm going to do it. If I get hurt that's my responsibility, but I don't think it will be me!
I'm good!"

Sandy whirled on her heel and started for the door. Frank dashed after his pretty,
blond wife. He grabbed her arm in an iron grip. Sandy was furious and not about
to give in. She bumped her rear end back into his crotch, with force that surprised
her husband. Then with a quick twist, she whirled back to face him. 

Frank lost his grip on Sandy's arm. A second later, she slapped him across the
face "How dare you?" She snapped "Don't you ever dare put your hand on me
like that again!" To emphasize her point Sandy kicked Frank in the shin. Before
he could stop her, she flounced out. 

Frank was fuming. "Damn it," he thought, "she needs a good lesson! I ought to
enter that damn tournament myself and make sure she gets it. Hmmmm maybe
that's an idea?"......

The first day of the tournament, Sandy did very well. She reached the semi-finals,
beating two other girls, and one rather small out of shape man. He was the
easiest one of the three. The next afternoon Sandy was shocked to find out her
opponent in the semifinal was none other than Frank. 

Frank had sailed through the semifinals too. He easily disposed of two men and
one big strong nineteen year old girl. He'd rather enjoyed that encounter. Sandy
hid her amazement behind a sweet, confident smile. She didn't feel quite so
confident though. "Oh Migod I never thought I'd have to wrestle anyone as big
and strong as Frank. Good Lord isn't there a weight limit in this tournament?
Frank outweighs me by at least sixty pounds. Well I've got to do it. I can't back
out now." 

Frank had some misgivings about this now himself. "I feel like a real fool up
here." He thought. "I never guessed there'd be so many people here. Everyone's
going to think we're crazy; a husband and wife fighting each other in a wrestling
ring." 

The bell rang! Frank moved slowly toward the center of the ring. Sandy stood still
a second thinking. "I suppose Frank will beat me, but there's no reason to make it
easy for him. Damn him any way!" Resolving to give Frank the surprise of his life,
Sandy took a deep breath and danced lightly, out of her corner, to meet her big,
muscular husband. 

At the last second, Sandy leaped at Frank's broad chest. Frank thought he'd
scare her. He grabbed her by the arm and by the thigh and lifted her right off her
feet. Sandy somehow wrapped her legs around his neck. She was supple as a
snake. She threw her weight forward and the amazed Frank was overbalanced
forward. He couldn't stop until he hit the canvass and somersaulted over on his
back. 

Unprepared for the success of Sandy's maneuver, Frank landed like a ton of
bricks. Sandy's legs were still wrapped round his neck. She tightened them into a
scissors, and locked her ankles. Frank never realized how strong Sandy's sleek,
plump legs had become, until he felt them crush his neck. 

Sandy rolled her supple body and twisted Frank's head back under his shoulders.
Frank groaned and struck at Sandy's legs. She grabbed his hand with both of
hers and twisted his fingers backward. Frank felt the pain right up to his
shoulders. 

Without letting go of Frank's hand, Sandy rolled the other way and flopped her
surprised husband over on his chest. He hit the mat with a thump. Sandy trapped
his arm beneath her body while her legs still crushed his neck. She could hold his
fingers bent painfully backward with one hand now. She slid her other hand up
behind his elbow exerting really painful pressure on his entire arm. 

Frank shook off his surprise at Sandy's stunning attack. He confidently exerted his
enormous strength, and rose to his knees. He ignored the excruciating pain in his
arm and hand. He stood up lifting Sandy's sturdy body right off the canvass. Now
she was clinging to his arm to keep from falling. Frank spun around as he
reached his feet. 

Sandy tried to keep her legs clasped around Frank's neck. Only her desperate
grip on his wrist saved her from going hurtling through the air, as Frank spun her
in circles. Thinking quickly, she released Frank's neck and slid her thighs down
around his upper arm. Then when she jumped down her full body weight came
down on his arm. The pressure brought Frank to a sudden halt, and Sandy's
weight on his arm floored him again. 

Frank fell on his face, barely escaping a broken arm. Sandy landed beside Frank
with his arm still trapped between her thighs. Both of them were dizzy from
Frank's wild spinning. Frank recovered a little quicker. Pain is a great restorative.
He gave a powerful yank and pulled his arm free. It hurt like the dickens, but he
jumped up. He grabbed Sandy under the arms from behind, and pulled her to her
feet. 

Disregarding her dizziness, Sandy reached behind her, got Frank's neck in her
arms, and judo tossed him. Caught by surprise again, Frank landed with a
stunning crash. He felt a sharp tearing pain in his back. An instant later, Sandy's
body plummeted into his belly. 

Sandy jumped up quickly. She didn't want to give Frank a chance to roll her off,
and maybe pin her. As she stood up, she kneed him in the belly. Before her
breathless husband could move, the blond stooped over and grabbed his ears.
She pulled him to his feet. Half way up her knee exploded against his chin. 

"Goddam it!" Frank croaked. Sandy let go, and backed off several steps. She
lowered her head and came running at Frank. Again she caught her big, strong
husband, with his guard down. Her head battered his sore belly. 

Frank flew backward, and the middle of his back slammed the turnbuckle. Sandy
grabbed the ropes for leverage, leaped in the air and slammed her body into her
husband's aching middle. 

Frank had the belly muscles of a professional body builder, but his gut started to
cave in under Sandy's constant battering. Still grasping the ropes, Sandy leaped
head high and wrapped her strong legs around Frank's neck. She threw herself
forward. Sandy's weight overbalanced Frank again. As he fell forward, Sandy
used his momentum to roll him head over heels again. 

Frank's head and back landed on the canvass with another resounding thud. His
head was spinning. He vaguely heard the crowd cheering the slim blond who was
throwing her big muscular husband all over the ring. It was hard to believe this
merciless amazon was his own sweet Sandy. 

Frank rolled over on his hands and knees, as quick as he could. Sandy was
waiting. She grabbed his head between her plump, powerful, white thighs, and
squeezed. Frank pulled hard to get loose, but his head felt like it was stuck in a
vice. He tried to grab Sandy's legs and upend her. Instead she stooped over his
back and seized him around the waist with both arms. 

Sandy struggled for a few moments and finally lifted Frank's lower body clear off
the mat. Helplessly upside down, Frank's legs waved foolishly in the air. His head
was still locked between Sandy's bulging thighs. Sandy had become an automatic
fighting machine. She almost forgot that this was her husband who she loved, and
threw herself to the mat in a pile driver. 

Frank's head smashed against the canvass with tremendous force. Oblivious to
everything except winning, Sandy let her husband's body drop, and jumped up.
Frank was still lying face down on the mat. His powerful arms moved uselessly as
he tried to get up. Sandy leaned down and grabbed his arms in a full nelson.

Frank's huge arms would normally have been too bulky for Sandy to hold on to,
but now they were flopping uselessly. She levered her husband on to his feet. It
was a tough struggle because Frank's heavy body was practically inert. Sandy
toyed with him. Her only problem was to keep him from collapsing. Holding Frank
in the nelson, Sandy pushed him across the ring, quickly building up speed.
Sandy ran Frank belly first into the turnbuckle. She dropped his arms and they
flopped across the ropes for support. 

Frank hung over the ropes too dazed to move. It was obvious to the crowd that
Sandy's big, muscular bodybuilder was almost out on his feet. The slim blond
was merciless though. She pounced down, caught Frank's ankles and pulled his
legs out from under him. Frank smashed face first into the canvass one more
time. Sandy didn't even wait to see if he was badly hurt; she gathered his legs
under her arms and dragged Frank backward to the center of the ring. 

Sandy began turning in circles. Frank's torpid body bumped across the canvass,
his head and chest banging against it. Sandy built up speed, and her momentum
lifted Frank's huge body in the air. Dazedly Frank felt himself spinning. He cried
out fearfully when Sandy let go. He flew straight across the ring. Sandy's aim or
luck were unerring. Frank's head and back smashed into the turnbuckles with
terrific force.

Frank crumpled up in heap in the corner. Sandy sped across the ring. A split
second after Frank landed, she grappled his arm with both hands and leveraged
him to his feet. She flung him against the ropes with an Irish whip. As Frank
bounced off the ropes, Sandy dropped to her hands and knees and threw a knee-
block at him. 

Frank hurtled over Sandy face first, and fell in another huddled heap, barely
conscious. He lay face down his huge body shuddering in pain. Sandy jumped up
and straddled her husband, standing facing his feet. She reached down and
grabbed Frank's ankles. She bent his legs up under her arms in a Boston Crab. 

In near oblivion, Frank was powerless to resist the cruel, back-breaker, his sweet
wife remorselessly applied. He screamed at the fierce pain. Sandy ignored his
agonized cries and bent his back further. 

Frank  screamed. "I give! I give, please! I give Sandy! I give! You win! I quit." 

Almost dreamily, Sandy listened to her helpless, tortured husband scream for
quite a while, before she finally let his legs drop to the canvass. Frank lay still,
moaning in pain. His huge body trembled and shook. 

The crowd was on its feet roaring. They never expected to see such a brutal,
wrestling display in this amateur tournament; and to see a beautiful, feminine,
little blond beat the hell out of her own, big, rugged looking husband made it ten
times more exciting. Every woman in the audience thrilled at Sandy's mastery
over her handsome husband. Every man felt a thrill of fear to see it. 

Sandy was ecstatic. She had soundly beaten Frank in a fair fight, and made him
beg for mercy. She raised her hands over her head in the traditional sign of
victory. She remembered Frank only entered the tournament to teach her a
lesson. "Well he's the one who got taught a lesson, a really good one, and he
really deserved it too." Sandy thought exultantly. A moment later, she went farther
than tradition, she pressed her foot down on Frank's bowed neck.   

"There's just one more thing to drive Frank's lesson home, but good." Sandy
thought with a malicious little gleam in her eye. Frank was lying where she
dropped him. He found he couldn't get up. He felt like crying in humiliation. He
couldn't believe his wife had out wrestled him and beaten him with such
humiliating ease. 

Frank wanted to crawl in a hole and hide somewhere, but Sandy wasn't through
with him yet. After she capered around the ring with her hands raised to the
crowd's thunderous applause she stalked back to her fallen husband. 

Frank was struggling to get up now. Sandy stooped, slid her hands under his arm
pits and helped him stagger to his feet. He could hardly stand up, even with
Sandy's support. Sandy bent over and grabbed Frank's legs behind the knees,
letting him fall helplessly across her shoulders. She hoisted his huge, motionless
body across her shoulder in a fireman's carry. 

Sandy's strong legs quivered a little as she shouldered Frank's two hundred plus
pounds, but her determination steadied them. Frank almost threw up, at the
sickening realization that he was being victoriously displayed like a hunting trophy
thrown across his wife's shoulder. He struggled, but he was too weak to bother
Sandy.  

Sandy clawed her hand, and snatched at Frank's hard, masculine buttock to hold
him steady. She could feel his muscles clench in pathetic protest against his
disgrace. Smiling smugly, she carried her beaten husband to the ropes. Several
spectators helped her through them and down the steps. Motioning them aside,
she carried Frank's helplessly dangling body down the aisle to the dressing room.
Despite Frank's muscular bulk weighing her down, Sandy strutted triumphantly all
the way, waving her free hand jauntily to the crowd. 

Sandy closed the door of the empty dressing room, and laid her husband on the
dressing table. A sudden tenderness welled up inside her, as she eased him
gently and lovingly on to the table. His dazed eyes looked up at her in stunned
reproach. 

Sandy tenderly patted his cheek "I'm sorry Honey. Honest I am, but you asked for
it." Sandy thought she saw tears well up in Frank's eyes. She turned away to get
his clothes, to save him further embarrassment. 

Sandy helped Frank dress. His big muscular body was still racked by pain and he
couldn't manage it himself. She helped him outside and got him into a taxicab.
Before it drove off, she told him. "I'll be home later, after the final match. Will you
be O.K.?"  Frank didn't answer. He motioned the cabby to get going. Shrugging
away her feelings of guilt and sorrow, Sandy went back for the deciding match.....

The children had gone to their grand parents for the weekend, and Frank had
several hours at home alone, to brood over his public defeat and humiliation by
his wife. He was sick with shame. When  Sandy got home she was triumphant.
She had won the final match and the tournament. Sandy was a little guilty about
her final humiliation of her husband, but she was so exultant at her victory, it was
buried in the back of her mind. 

Sandy walked into the bedroom. Frank was lying on the bed in just his shorts. "I
won!" She crowed. Frank turned his face away and didn't answer. Sandy couldn't
stop herself from teasing. "Aren't you proud of me? I beat another real wimp."

"Are you calling me a wimp?" Frank snapped suddenly furious at this final insult
to his manhood. 

"Oh I didn't mean you. Honestly Hon, I only meant the two other guys I fought
weren't very tough." Then she added mischievously. "Of course, if you think the
shoe fits..... You weren't very impressive in the ring. I never thought I could beat
you. Not that easy certainly." 


Frank's face reddened angrily. "How could you humiliate me like that?" He asked.
"In front of everybody! I never thought  you were that kind of castrating bitch."
Frank's remark hurt Sandy, and she retorted " How can you say that to me? After
twelve years of marriage, you know its not fair. Anyway Mr. Macho, if you hadn't
been such a male chauvinist pig, trying to show me up in public, I'd never have
had the chance to bruise your precious male ego. You know you really deserved
it, don't you?" 

"Shut your goddam bitch mouth, why don't you?" Frank snarled back, hurt by her
remarks, but secretly feeling them true. He jumped up, barged into the bathroom
and slammed the door. Sandy heard the shower turned on. Sandy had naively
hoped Frank would be able to accept her victory and forget it. 

"Me and my big mouth!" Sandy murmured. "Oh well, maybe he'll feel better after
his shower. That usually makes him horny. Maybe a night in the sack will
reconcile him. I bet I can convince him." She thought. 

She undressed, and put on a short transparent negligee with nothing underneath
but her fabulous body. She left it provocatively open. She'd showered at the club
after the final match. She slipped on a pair of sexy high heeled slippers. She
sprayed herself all over with her most expensive perfume. 

When the shower stopped, Sandy waited by the bathroom door. Frank came out
a moment later, wrapped in a towel. Sandy playfully snatched it off his waist. She
grabbed him around the neck and snuggled against his chest, rubbing her huge,
nearly naked breasts against him. "You're still the greatest in bed, Honey." She
said seductively in her best, naive little girl voice. 

Frank didn't respond to his wife's invitation. Instead he put his hand between her
big boobs and shoved her away. "Get lost!" He snarled and turned toward the
bedroom door. Sandy was hurt, but she persisted. She grabbed Frank's arm and
held his hand against her warm body. "Please, Honey? I love you! Don't be like
that? It was just a game. I need you." 

"Go screw yourself then if you need sex, you dirty little bitch!" Sandy was aghast.
Frank never talked to her like that before, in their whole married life. 

"You are a real weeny!" Sandy snapped, getting mad herself. "You lost fair and
square, and you can't take it, that I wrestle better than you. A real man would
accept it like a good sport and try harder the next time. I begged you to come to
those wrestling classes with me. You told me you didn't need them." 

"Shut your filthy slut mouth!" Frank shouted, furious at his wife for beating him,
then rubbing his nose in it, and being right besides. Furiously he slapped her
across the face. "Just get away from me! I don't want you near me." 

Desperately hurt by Frank's attitude, and shocked that he had hit her in anger for
the first time since they were married, Sandy really lost her temper. "Oh you big
wimp! You really deserve what I gave you in the ring this afternoon! Just watch
yourself or I may do it again." 

Frank felt a chill at Sandy's words, but he was too angry to back down.  He also
had the feeling that if he gave in after Sandy's threat, it would look like he was
afraid of his wife. He was still smarting at the memory of Sandy carrying him, like
a helpless woman, from the auditorium that afternoon.

"Goddam it! I'd like to beat the crap out of her, and pay her back for what she
did."  He thought. "Damn it! I've got to show her who's boss!" He clenched his
fists. "Punch the bitch's lights out!" He thought angrily. "That's the only way!"

"Are you threatening me, you perverted little bitch?" Frank snarled aloud, and
punched Sandy in her naked belly. She doubled over, gasping in pain.

Seeing the look of pain in Sandy's face made Frank feel better, and guilty as hell,
at the same time. Unable to control his tumultuous emotions, he smashed his fist
into her face. Sandy tumbled backward onto the floor. 

"You lousy bastard!" Sandy yelled, nearly crying. Her negligee had fallen open
and her beautiful, sexy body was fully exposed. 

Frank jumped on Sandy and straddled her chest. He punched her twice more in
the face. Sandy was almost unconscious. Frank noticed his huge penis was hard.
He rose to his knees, and parted Sandy's plump muscled thighs, and drove into
her with vengeful excitement. 

"You want to fight me, Baby? You got it!"  Frank snarled in his wife's face. 

Sandy couldn't do anything, but lie there and take it. Being punched in the face
and raped wasn't what she'd been dreaming about a few minutes before, but
Frank's sudden brutality overwhelmed her. She found herself almost as excited
as her furious husband. They both came furiously together. 

Frank fell across Sandy's body, and lay there exhausted. Sandy's ring victory had
taken a lot out of him, and his usual stamina was sorely depleted. Sandy had
recovered from his punches and she was furious. 

"O.K. Bastard, if that's how you want it!" Sandy muttered and grabbed Frank's
sore ears, just as she had during the match. Lifting his head from where it lolled
against her sumptuous bosom, Sandy smashed her forehead against Frank's
mouth and nose. 


Frank saw stars and Sandy slid her legs around his waist. With a sudden
thrusting grip, she locked her ankles behind his back. Stunned and hurt, Frank
reared his head up. As he did Sandy smashed her forehead into his chin, and
then into his jaw. 

"You bitch, what are you doing?" Frank roared. Sandy stifled his roars by
tightening her powerful thighs, until Frank groaned at the pressure. She rolled him
off her, and rolled on top of his right arm, trapping it beneath her body. At the
same time, she locked her hands together under his chin and pushed his head
back as far as it would go. 

Frank beat ineffectually at Sandy's arm and shoulder with his left hand, but her
head was shielded by her arms, and he couldn't do anything to break her grip. His
back and belly still ached from the beating the gorgeous blond had given him that
afternoon, and now she was squeezing his trunk like a tube of toothpaste. 

"Lemme go! Goddam you!" Frank yelled, furious, but unable to get at the fierce
blond. 

"Make me wimp!" Sandy sneered, and bent Frank's head back further, and
squeezed her dynamic legs tighter. She pressed her face against his hairy chest,
and sank her sharp, white teeth into his powerfully developed pectoral muscle.
He teeth sliced into his nipple drawing blood. 

Frank shrieked in pain "You filthy bitch... awwwwrrrrrrr... Stop it let go! Leggo,
leggo!"  

Sandy snarled through teeth clenched tightly in Frank's flesh. "I'll let you go when
I get damn good and ready you dirty, lousy, little pansy!" Sandy felt her husband's
big muscular body start to go limp. She loosened her legs, and pushed him over
on his back. She crouched astride his middle. Before letting his chest go, she bit
down as hard as she could; then she sat up. Frank's head was still bent backward
at an angle, and Sandy karate chopped him across the throat. 

Frank thrashed around trying to throw Sandy off. She'd drained a lot of his
strength, and he might be unskilled at wrestling, but he was still a formidable
athlete. It wasn't easy to pin him. Before he could dislodge her, Sandy stood up. 

As she stepped off her husband, Sandy stamped her high heeled foot into his
belly. Frank's body jackknifed. The hard-looking, washboard of muscles felt all
squishy to Sandy. She could feel the tingle all the way up her thigh. She smiled at
the damage she was doing 

"Stupid jerk, he deserves everything he gets!" Sandy smiled complacently. 

"Get up and take your punishment like a man! Even if you can't act like one!"
Sandy sneered. 

Sandy's contempt was another blow to Frank's damaged manhood. "Lousy bitch!"
He almost wept. He rolled over on his hands and knees, trying to scrabble to his
feet. Sandy's leg flashed, to kick his hard muscular behind. 

Frank sailed forward on his face. Sandy leaped at him, and knee dropped into the
small of Frank's back. She'd already strained and hurt it badly that afternoon.
Frank screamed at the sharp renewal of agonizing pain. 

Sandy was totally indifferent to Frank's suffering now. She grabbed his big
muscular arm and twisted it behind him in a hammer lock. She pushed him up on
his feet, held his arm tight with one hand, and plowed her free fist into his
kidneys. 

After half dozen kidney punches, Sandy let Frank's arm go and spun him around.
She smiled at the look of sick shock in his face, and plowed her fist into his
weakened belly, well below the belt-line. Frank croaked as the air whooshed from
his lungs. He doubled over clutching his abdomen, but he couldn't ease the
terrible cramps.

Doubled over, Frank's face made a tempting target. Sandy slapped him as hard
as she possibly could, putting all her strong, supple, back muscles into it. Frank's
head snapped to the side, and Sandy backhanded the other side of his face just
as hard. 

Frank's knees buckled, and he pitched forward. Sandy caught him under the
armpits and straightened him up. She drove her knee up between his legs,
stopping just short of crushing his scrotum. She laughed at the cringing fear in his
pain bleared eyes. She slid her arms around his waist and locked them in the
middle of his back.

Sandy crushed Frank's near helpless body against her vibrant nudity. She worked
her powerful arms up and down his body. Her softer, girlish body was too much
for Frank to resist. Her padded, feminine belly pulverized his muscled abdomen,
and her pillowy boobs mashed his herculean chest. 

For Frank it seemed like a nightmare, except the pain was so awfully real. He
couldn't escape Sandy's bearhug; it took all his fast dwindling strength just to
suck air into his tortured lungs in choked little sobs. Sandy exultantly drained the
last bit of strength from her husband's muscular body. Frank's eyes glazed and he
went limp in Sandy's arms. 

Sandy contemptuously threw her husband away from her. Frank stumbled a
couple of steps and fell against the wall. He clung to it for support. He was so
dizzy the room was spinning around. He was dimly aware of his beautiful wife
coming at him menacingly again. 

Frank couldn't face Sandy's wrath again, just yet. He lurched away and stumbled
back into the bathroom. He slammed the door, and fumbled with the lock in
nervous fear. 

"Christ!" Frank thought. "I've got to get it together. Sandy is killing me.. 

As he tried to lock the door, Sandy twisted the knob, and slammed her sturdy
body it. 

"You miserable, gutless wimp, come out here, and fight like a man; even if you
can't fight like a woman."  Sandy screamed. 

Frank lost his grip on the doorknob, and the door banged open. Sandy stood
there with er hands on er swelling hips.

 "We're not finished yet!" She announced coldly. " I can't believe I'm married to a
gutless little wimp, who hides in the bathroom, so his wife can't beat him up." She
sneered.

Sandy's sneers goaded Frank to renewed fury.  He flung himself at her; his
greater weight shoving her back out the door into the bedroom.  His momentum
bowled her over, and she landed on her plump behind. 

Sandy wasn't taken wholly off guard. When Frank came down on top of her, she
jammed her foot in his belly. She somersaulted him over onto his back. Sandy
flipped to her feet. Frank was still on the floor struggling to get up. Sandy grabbed
his left arm with both hands. She bent Frank's muscular arm straight out from his
side, and drove her toe into his armpit several times. His arm shivered in pain,
and Sandy dropped it twitching to the floor. She stamped her foot, with herfull
weight behind it, down on his heaving chest. 




Still in a raging fury, Frank whirled around and swung a round house left at his
wife's beautiful face. She just ducked in time. Crouching low, Sandy counter
attacked Frank's belly with her own hard little fists. A flurry of punches belted into
his middle, doubling Frank over. Frank smashed his fist into Sandy's right boob,
squashing it painfully against her chest. The punch knocked Sandy back a step. 

"Bastard!" Sandy moaned. She just managed to block a left uppercut to her jaw,
but a straight right drilled into her abdomen. The svelte blond beauty staggered,
but her firm belly muscles didn't cave in the way Frank's had a moment before.
Sandy staggered though and let her guard down, and Frank's left crashed into her 
the side of her head. 

Sandy staggered backward. Frank followed, in a boxing stance.  He looked a little
more confident, but the punch to Sandy's head had stung his fist up to the elbow.
He drilled another left into Sandy's big, right boob. The beautiful blond gasped in
pain, but her raised fists didn't waver. 

When Frank repeated the punch, Sandy bobbed aside and retaliated with a hard
left to his jaw. Frank's head snapped sideways, but he followed up with a right.
Sandy ducked her head, and his fist hit squarely on the top of her head. Again he
felt the pain in his bare knuckles. He threw another left at her nose. Sandy ducked
her head again, and Frank's fist bounced off her forehead. Sandy's head ached,
but Frank's knuckles were scraped and red from her bony forehead.

Sandy hit back with a quick left jab to Frank's cheek, then a right to his jaw.
Despite his pained expression, Frank's right flashed toward her face. Sandy
turned her head just enough so his fist glanced off her cheek bone. They traded
several more punches. Sandy's head was knocked this way and that. 

Sandy was groggy and seeing stars, and Frank's bare fists were swollen and
bleeding. He winced each time he landed a punch. Frank knew that if he hit
anyone like that yesterday, man or woman, they'd be out cold. Sandy foggily
knew it too; she should be stretched out unconscious by now. It encouraged her
to know she'd sapped so much of Frank's vitality. 

Sandy noticed how Frank hesitated now before each punch. She must capitalize
on that hesitation. She concentrated hard to gather her wits, and when Frank
paused, slammed a right uppercut to the point of his chin. Frank staggered back a
step, seeing stars himself. Frank realized his foxy wife, though not a skilled boxer,
had evened things up pretty effectively. 

Cursing the pain in his knuckles, Frank shifted his attack. He slammed his fist into
Sandy's taut belly again, and followed with one to her big, vulnerable looking
boobs. His blows had lost some steam though and Sandy rode out the pain in her
gut. She guarded her belly closer, and left her boobs unguarded. Punches to her
big absorbent breasts hurt like hell, but didn't seem to do any lasting damage. 

Frank shied away from punching Sandy's hard head with his sore, bleeding
knuckles, and she was effectively guarding her firm belly. The only target left was 
punch his wife's big, sumptuous tits. He knocked the huge globes all over her
chest. The pain cleared the fog from Sandy's mind. She gritted her teeth, and
retaliated with hard rights and lefts to Frank's face, whenever there was an
opening. Her hands were sore and bruised too, but she just didn't give a damn. 

After a few moments of this exchange, Sandy noticed that Frank's punches hurt
less. There were fewer of them too, and a lot more openings to his face. Sandy
saw Frank's eyes glaze over, after one particularly hard, straight right to his chin.
Her left smashed straight into his nose and he hollered in pain. 

Sandy stepped in close and drilled rights and lefts into Frank's lower belly. She
drove him back in a crouch. Her husband's impressive abdomen was still sore
and strained from her earlier attacks, and Sandy's punches took his breath away.
He gulped for air, and dropped his guard to protect his vulnerable middle.
Instantly Sandy blasted more rights and lefts into his exposed face. 

Frank stumbled and almost fell. While he tried to get his balance, Sandy stepped
in close and blasted her knee up into his aching belly. She followed with a left to
Frank's jaw, and a beautiful right uppercut to his chin.

Sandy watched her big, powerful husband start to topple. She lowered her head
and butted him in the gut. Her hard head drilled into his softened up middle and
nailed his back to the wall. As Frank slid down the wall, Sandy mercilessly
pounded his face and chest. 

The next thing Frank noticed, he was sitting helplessly against the wall. His eyes
were unfocussed and his ears ringing. He braced his arms back against he wall
and tried to raise himself, but fell down again. Sandy was leaning against the
wall, ready to drop herself. Her head throbbed, her huge boobs were bruised and
pulsing with pain, and she was panting as hard as Frank.

Hurting though she was, one thought filled Sandy with a heady feeling of ecstacy.
Frank was tough and had boxed a little in College. Yet, she had stood toe to toe
with her massively-built husband, slugging it out on equal terms, until she had
beaten him to the floor. 


Sandy knew she still loved Frank, but that somehow that made her all the more
eager to dominate him. She had a compulsion to break him completely to her will.
She didn't care how much she made him suffer, or humiliated him. She wouldn't
be satisfied until she made him crawl on his belly like a whipped puppy.

Getting her breath back, Sandy reached down and patted Frank gently on the
face. "How ya doin' Love?" She asked with genuine tenderness and concern.
Then she viciously slapped his face. Goaded by her viciousness, Frank lunged
from his sitting position, and grabbed Sandy's legs. She could have easily kicked
free but instead, Sandy gave her hips a hard bump and grind. She smashed her
naked crotch into Frank's face and knocked his head back against the wall. 

Frank hung on doggedly, trying to upend her, and Sandy smashed her crotch into
his face several more times, until her husband's head was reeling again. She
easily pulled loose from his arms, and looked down in his face. 

"What's it feel like for a big, strong macho guy to really get pussy-whipped by his
wife?" She sneered cruelly.

 Frank snarled painfully "You dirty lousy bitch! I'll get you for this." He was almost
sobbing in frustration. 

"Oh Gee, big words from a big man!" Sandy laughed. "I'm really scared!........Not!
I'd be even more scared if you could get up off the floor and face me like a man."
Stung by Sandy's laughter, Frank made another lunge at her. She stepped
gracefully out of reach. 

"Come and get me!" Sandy taunted leaning over, and beckoning her husband.
Frank lunged again, on his hands and knees now. 

"C'mon!" Sandy challenged again, and kicked at his face. Frank couldn't get up,
but he crawled doggedly after his wife, sobbing in rage and frustration. 

Sandy whipped around to Frank's side. She slipped her arm around his throat and
pulled him up straight on his knees, so she could entwine her arms about his, in a
full-nelson. Frank couldn't break her hold. Sandy wrestled his heavy body around,
until she hauled him to his feet. She pressed her voluptuous body against his
broad manly back. She savored the feel of his feeble struggles, as she held him
helplessly trapped against her. 

As she heaved him about Sandy laughed in Frank's ear. She had to bend him
backward to control him, he was so much taller than she was. Frank couldn't
loosen Sandy's masterful hold, no matter how he fought. He was almost insane
with frustrated rage. Sandy forced her furiously struggling husband forward a step
at a time. Frank resisted with all his dwindling strength, but step by step, Sandy
shoved him to within several feet of the wall. 

Sandy wrenched Frank's body back and forth, building up momentum. Frank
fearfully tried to dig his feet in, but he slipped and slid. Suddenly, Sandy lunged
and smashed him face first into the wall. Frank's arms were trapped above his
head; he couldn't protect himself from the jarring crash. His body shuddered
against Sandy's belly.

Sandy dragged Frank backward a few steps, to repeat the maneuver; his
struggles were pitifully weak now. 

"No don't!" Frank yelled, but Sandy drove him even harder into the wooden wall
this time. When Sandy dragged him backward this time, there wasn't any
resistance at all. Frank's huge body just sagged against her own. Sandy prepared
to smash Frank into the wall a third time. He broke down completely.

"Oh God, not again! Please Sandy for the love of God! No more, I quit!" The
whining fear in Frank's voice was just what Sandy wanted to hear. She paused a
moment breathing deep, gathering all her strength. Then she drove forward.
Frank screeched, as Sandy slammed him full length against the wall a third time.
Sandy let him go, and spun him around facing her. His magnificent torso was
bruised and scraped from neck to crotch, his knees skinned, and his face looked
like raw meat. 

Frank cowered against the wall, moaning. His legs quivered violently. He couldn't
stand erect, but his half closed eyes still glared resentfully. Sandy moved a step
toward him, and a look of fear crept into his face. He flinched when she raised her
hand threateningly. 

Sandy liked the hunted look on Frank's face. She pinned him to the wall, with one
hand against his broad chest. When she raised her other hand, he tried to defend
himself but his trembling arms barely functioned. Contemptuously his wife
slapped him across the face, enjoying the shudder of fear. 

Still holding her husband pinned, Sandy dropped her other hand to his crotch.
She fingered his dangling rod and fondled his scrotum. She enjoyed the shocked
revulsion on his battered, but still handsome face. Sandy's groping hand shamed
and terrified Frank. 

"Leave me alone!" Frank nearly wept. 


"What's the matter Big Man?" Sandy purred cruelly. She seized Frank's huge rod
in her hand, and twisted it slowly. She'd never seen such naked terror in anyone's
face. 

"Afraid I'll tear this thing out by the roots?" Sandy taunted. Frank shuddered,
afraid to resist her. His huge penis shriveled in Sandy's hand in fearful surrender. 
Sandy let go and jabbed her fist into Frank's belly. Even a light punch sank deep
into his corded belly now. 

Frank gagged. "Please Sandy! I love you, please stop!" Frank wept abjectly. 

"I'll stop when I get damn good and ready!" Sandy answered with a nasty purr.
"Come here, and do exactly what I tell you, and maybe I won't rip your balls off!"
She ordered. 

"Anything, anything!" Frank moaned in terror

Sandy started to take Frank's, wrist to lead him, but changed her mind. Instead,
she grasped his limp member. Frank could barely walk, but he didn't dare resist.
The big muscular bodybuilder meekly let his slim, blond wife lead him across the
room, pulling him by the penis, the most humiliating leash imaginable. 

Sandy stopped by her makeup table. Frank stumbled and almost fell twice before
they got there. He looked in the mirror above the vanity. The damage Sandy had
done scared him even more. He was mangled and bruised beyond belief. Sandy
grabbed the back of his neck and easily pushed him face down across the table. 

Frank trembled fearfully, afraid to move, and hating himself for letting Sandy put
him in this mortifying plight. Sandy picked up her ornate, silver backed hairbrush
and Frank groaned in fear. Sandy had deliberately let him see it, and she smirked
when his hard round buttocks clenched in fear. He tried to stand up then, but
Sandy held him down with one hand on his neck. 

Sandy rubbed the stiff pig bristles across Frank's naked buttocks, letting him feel
the rough, sharp edges. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. Sandy's eyes
gleamed as his hard bottom trembled 

"Don't please?" Frank choked. Sandy laughed at his whimpered plea, far beyond
any thought of mercy. 

Sandy struck with sudden violence, slamming the brush down as hard as her
strong arm could swing it. Frank shrieked and jumped, when the sharp bristles
struck his behind.  Sandy methodically forced him back in place and struck again.
Frank's first, horrified cries died to shamed sobs, as Sandy savagely abused his
naked bottom. Suddenly Sandy's crotch was sopping wet and on fire. She
shivered in a sudden involuntary orgasm. She half collapsed across her
husband's shuddering body after her violent release. 

It took Sandy several minutes to recover. When she looked down, Frank's
buttocks were raw and red as butcher's meat. He was still sobbing, his body
shuddering. 

Sandy still wasn't satisfied. She pried Frank's raw, bottom cheeks apart. He cried
out fearfully as soon as her cruel hand touched him. Sandy was almost in a
trance, unable to consider what she was doing. She reversed the brush and
shoved it between Frank's solid buttocks, pushing against his clenched anus. 

"No don't! Not that! Please Sandy, not that!" Frank shrieked in mindless terror.
Snickering sadistically at his pitiful pleas, Sandy drove the long, thick brush
handle deep into Frank's body. 

"How does it feel to have me do that to you Big Man? Huh?" She shouted
exultantly. She triumphantly shoved the huge ersatz phallus in and out of Frank's
ravaged rectum. Instead of the strong, manly voice of the athlete she married,
Sandy thought her violated husband's shrieks sounded more like a woman being
raped. 

Her hunger to degrade and humiliate her husband still unsated, Sandy reached
between his legs and grasped his huge flaccid penis. She roughly massaged it
back to life. She vigorously continued his rectal violation while she jerked Frank
off. He ejaculated with the massive brush handle still ramming in and out of his
ravaged body. 

Sandy came again, herself, but that only made her hornier. She wrestled Frank
off the table onto his knees in front of her. She grabbed his ears and mashed his
weeping face against her crotch. 

"Suck me off Wimp!" Sandy ordered fiercely. Her husband was petrified of his
suddenly invincible, and terrifyingly dominant wife. Frank abjectly kissed, sucked
and tongued Sandy's inflamed, throbbing pussy, even while the hateful brush still
dangled obscenely from his ravaged behind.