Lesbian Erotica: Battered Husband

Lesbian Erotica: Battered Husband  Mike had discovered that his wife, Martha, was having a 
lesbian relationship with her self-defense instructor, 
Anne. Mike tried to break it up but was beaten up by 
Anne, stripped naked and forced to masturbate in front 
of the girls of the self-defense class. Completely 
subjugated, Mike had to agree to Anne moving in with 
Martha. Mike became the women's domestic slave.

                ...............


Martha had experienced a welter of emotions since her 
husband had been put in his place. She had been 
thrilled to see her huge hunk of a husband fall before 
the savage fighting skills of her slender female lover. 
Then, as she watched the man she'd married being 
reduced from a proud male to a sobbing wreck by the 
merciless young girl, she had felt a pang of sympathy 
for him.

Now, as he slunk about the house, his house like a 
beaten cur, scared of his own shadow, jumping to obey 
every command, however outrageous, all she could feel 
was contempt for him.

Anne forced him to go naked around the house. She gave 
him an impossible list of tasks to complete, then beat 
him up if they weren't done. Her favorite punishment 
was to make him stand before her, feet astride, hands 
on head. Then she would smile up at the man who towered 
over her, tense with terror, then drop him with a knee 
to his well-hung balls.

"I can't understand why he just stands there and takes 
it?" asked Martha to her new lover, as the girls lay in 
bed together. "Even I would try to fight back! He's 
just a muscle-bound wimp I guess! And you," she 
breathed, snuggling into the girl, "are just a gorgeous 
little man-beating bully!"

"True," said Anne, smugly. "I love having a male slave 
and keeping him subjugated. All men should be slaves to 
women. That way the world would be a much better place. 
For women anyway. And, of course, we could enslave men 
if we wanted to. Any woman can beat up a man if she 
just takes the trouble to learn how. You've been coming 
to my classes for six months now. You could beat Mike 
up just like I did...if you wanted to!"

"What! Me! Never. He's twice my size, stronger, 
bigger..."

"Slower, more stupid, less skilful, less stamina, less 
will power, lower pain threshold, and he has a lovely 
big set of delicate balls. Any man, no matter how big, 
or how powerful he is," said Anne, "can always be 
brought down by a girl. All she has to do is kick him 
in the balls, hard! Fighting isn't about size and 
strength; it's about skill, determination, speed and 
the ability to think coolly under pressure. You could 
beat him all right.

"You're ready! Even a big powerful guy like Mike is no 
match for a girl who knows what she's doing! I think we 
ought to go down to the gym tomorrow before class and 
get the two of you in the ring. Think what a lovely 
feeling it will be when you've got him lying at your 
feet, crying for mercy, just like he did when I kicked 
the shit out him! I'm so sure you'll win I'm going to 
make Mike an offer he can't refuse so that he'll do his 
best to beat you, but he won't succeed!"

Having persuaded Martha into combat, Anne summoned Mike 
and told him what was going to happen. "And if you win, 
I'll go away," said Anne, "and you can have your wife 
back." She took hold of him by the balls and looked up 
into the man's face. "But you're not going to win, are 
you Mikey," she twisted his balls until his face 
contorted with pain, "because your wife is a woman, and 
a woman who is a better fighter than you!"

                      ............

The next day, Mike, naked as usual in the presence of 
Anne, climbed into the ring with mixed feelings. He 
wasn't sure if he wanted Anne to go. He found her 
domination of him sexually arousing. Although assuming 
an air of permanent dejection, Mike had never felt so 
alive. The thrill of being punished by an attractive 
girl outweighed the humiliation he had to endure at her 
hands. The tension and fear as she lined him up to kick 
his balls, then the erotic ecstasy of looking up from 
the ground at the smooth limbs and curvaceous body of 
the girl who had floored him, made the blood course 
through Mike's veins in a way it never had before, 
until his cock surged in glorious, rampant erection.

Yet, here was a chance to regain his manhood. If he 
beat his lovely young wife, then he could call the 
shots.

Well, it shouldn't take long, Mike thought. Martha was 
a tiny chit of a girl, 5'5" and 120lbs. A puff of wind 
would blow her over, and she'd always been a gentle, 
submissive soul. 
Now she stood, in the opposite corner, ready to fight 
him, wearing the black cotton briefs he liked most and 
a white aertex sports shirt which made her look 
positively virginal and extremely vulnerable.

Mike felt his cock begin to rise as he took in the 
sight of his sexy little wife in the outfit she knew 
turned him on more than any other. He forced himself to 
think of the contest and resolved to end this farce 
quickly and get his life back.

When Anne gave the signal, he walked purposefully 
forward with the intention of grabbing his Elfin-sized 
wife in a bear hug and squeezing her into him until she 
submitted to his masculine strength.

Martha waited, outwardly coy, yet her stomach churning 
with apprehension as the massive figure of her husband 
bore down on her. She knew the effect her outfit of 
black briefs and white shirt had on him and expected 
that he would be reluctant to hurt her. But she 
couldn't believe he'd be so stupid as to leave himself 
wide open like this!

As Mike reached out his muscle-laden arms to grab her, 
Martha reacted to a situation she'd been in a dozen 
times in practice. The girl kicked her husband in his 
balls.
With a howl of distress, Mike folded over; clutching 
his balls, and sank moaning to the canvas.

Martha was shocked by what she'd done. She knelt beside 
her stricken mate, full of concern, and put her hand on 
his heaving shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mike. I didn't 
mean to hurt you, it just happened. Are you all right?"

After the initial shock of the kick to his balls, Mike 
recovered rapidly. He was used too much worse treatment 
from Anne, so didn't feel too badly hurt. Now, all he 
wanted to do was repay the girl who had hurt him, and 
here she was, kneeling beside him, asking if he was all 
right!

Mike reached out as though pleading for help. Then, as 
the concerned woman went to his aid, he pulled her 
frail body into him and wrapped his arms round her 
slender waist. "Gottcha!" he cried, triumphantly, as 
the girl let out a screech of alarm. "Now give in 
before I crush your ribs in!"

For a moment Martha was so furious at her treacherous 
husband, that she didn't appreciate the predicament she 
was in. "You rat!" she hissed. "I wanted to help you, 
and you pull this dirty... Ow!"

Mike applied some pressure, and brought the girl back 
to reality. He had rolled onto his back, and held the 
her on top of him, his arms round her body, pinning her 
to his barrel like chest so that her head rested under 
his chin.

He squeezed her. "You'd better give in, my love," he 
said, not unkindly, "before I break your ribs. I don't 
really want to hurt you, so come on, give!" He applied 
more pressure.
Martha's body went limp. With a grunt of satisfaction, 
Mike let go and began to roll her aside. Then she was 
on him. Before he knew what was happening, the lithe 
young woman thrust herself onto his chest, grabbed the 
astonished man by the hair and jabbed her delicate 
fingers into his eyes.

There was no mercy now in Martha's heart. Her husband's 
treacherous attack had awakened all her dormant 
aggression. All she wanted to do was hammer the man to 
defeat. She balled her tiny fists as Mike screeched in 
pain and brought his hands up to his smarting eyes.

Mercilessly, she straddled his chest and smashed 
punches into his throat and face, loving the sound of 
her female fist smacking into male flesh.

Mike's arms came up to ward off the girl's attack and 
Martha rolled away and sprang lightly to her feet.

Eyes watering, Mike also tried to get to his feet, but 
was much slower than his agile young wife. As he rose 
on hands on knees, the pumped up virago drove her foot 
into his ribs. Mike's body jolted with the force of the 
blow but he kept coming. The girl caught him again as 
he got onto one knee, her foot driving into the side of 
his jaw, smashing his large head round to one side, 
almost causing him to topple over again. But Mike was 
strong. He pushed himself upright into a boxer's crouch 
and tried to focus on the tiny female fury who was 
causing all his pain.

"I can be tricky, too, lover boy," taunted Martha. "Now 
you're going to find out what it's like to be beaten up 
by your wife!" Fists whirling, the deadly young woman 
tore into her huge male adversary. This wasn't her 
husband any more. This was an enemy, and enemy to be 
destroyed. A man to be conquered by a woman. With 
deadly efficiency, she began to take him apart.

Unable to see properly, Mike found it impossible to 
counter his wife's attack. His fists shot out with 
awesome power, but they didn't connect with anything as 
the nimble woman ducked and weaved, swayed out of 
danger, then struck back with fists like rapiers.

Toe to toe, the fighters waded into each other; two 
magnificent specimens of their respective genders. A 
huge, powerfully built, broad shouldered male against a 
gorgeous, lithe, curvaceous, graceful female. Brute 
male strength against female agility. And as they 
fought, it was the woman who began to win the battle.

Again and again her punches ripped through the man's 
defenses, while his own attacks floundered on empty 
air.

Mike's arms began to feel like lumps of lead as he 
started to tire. Every time his eyes cleared a little 
to allow him to focus, a female fist smacked into them, 
and everything blurred over once more.

The girls of the self-defense class were arriving now, 
chattering and squealing excitedly as they saw what was 
going on in the ring. They were just in time to see the 
massively muscled, naked male fighter being slowly 
driven back before the flashing fists of his diminutive 
female opponent.

Anne watched proudly as her pupil and lover maneuvered 
her male victim into a corner. Mike was taking hits 
from all directions now, and, although none of his 
wife's punches were devastatingly heavy, the cumulative 
effect of her blows was considerable. Both the man's 
eyes were puffed up, his top lip was split, a trickle 
of blood seeped from his nose and his muscle-slabbed 
stomach was a red blotch where her fists had wreaked 
their destruction.

Mike was desperate to get away from his wife's 
relentless attack. He couldn't believe that he was 
being thrashed like this by the gentle little girl he'd 
married. How could a girl half his size do this to him! 
He'd fought dozens of men as big and as strong as 
himself in the ring, and never had he taken so much 
punishment as he was receiving from the slip of a girl 
who was hammering him right now. Ignominiously, he 
tried to escape by running along the ropes!

Gleefully, Martha leapt after her fleeing husband and 
tripped him before he'd gone three yards. The hulking 
great male grabbed at the ropes to stop himself 
falling, missed, and crashed to the canvas.

Martha was on him in a flash. Dropping onto his broad, 
muscular shoulders, the girl smacked her fist into the 
back and side of the man's neck, looking to strike his 
carotid artery to finish him off. Somehow she missed, 
then she marveled at her husband's great strength as he 
rose to his knees with her still astride his back, 
smashing her fist into his neck as she held onto his 
hair with her other hand.

Mike determinedly ignored his wife's attack as he 
caught hold of the top ring rope and began to pull 
himself upright. The massive muscles in his thighs 
bulged with effort as the powerfully muscled male drove 
himself erect, determined to crush the tormenting 
female on his back by falling backwards on top of her.

But Martha was having none of it. Realizing she didn't 
yet have enough knowledge to crush his carotid, the 
girl leapt from her husband's back before he could do 
her any harm. She also realized that she too was 
tiring. The pounding she had inflicted on her husband 
had sapped much of her strength. 

The man's massive body had absorbed a terrific amount 
of punishment from her fists but he was still upright 
and still capable of fighting back. Now she needed to 
finish him off. She needed to bring her strong, 
smoothly tanned, curvaceous legs into action.

As Mike turned to face her, his guard going up to 
protect his head and upper body, the girl drove her 
foot with devastating force into his stomach. Muscles, 
which had stood out in majestic definition at the start 
of the fight, had been pulped by her murderous fists. 
They could take no more.

For a moment, it looked as if the huge man was impaled 
on the girl's foot as it sank into his gut. His thick 
penis jumped up with the shock of the impact and 
slapped against her slender ankle before it flopped 
down again to shudder between his mighty thighs. Then, 
with a woosh of expelled air, Mike doubled up.

Grabbing his head in both hands as it came down, the 
nubile young girl smashed her knee into the bewildered 
man's battered face. The force of the blow jerked 
Mike's body upright for a second. Blood flew from a 
broken nose as his huge frame shuddered with the 
impact, then he began to collapse.

Like a flash, the graceful woman whirled round, so her 
back was towards the stricken male, slid one slim arm 
round his neck as his mighty body crumbled, dropped to 
one knee, and, using the momentum of his body's 
descent, hauled downwards and sent the massive male 
flying in a tangle of nerveless limbs and flopping dick 
over her slender shoulder to crash in a heap on the 
canvas.

Martha dropped alongside him and, holding her right 
wrist with her left hand used her right elbow as a 
cudgel to smash down again and again into his jellied 
stomach, accompanying each blow with shout of "yes! 
yes! yes!" until he stopped moving.

Mike was sprawled on the floor, winded, unconscious, 
legs and arms splayed in the shape of a cross as Anne 
and her students cheered Martha as she stood over the 
helpless male fighter.

Before Mike's treacherous attack on her, Martha would 
have left the matter there. Now she was determined to 
destroy him! Her husband lay helpless at her feet. She, 
a slip of a girl, had smashed this big, strong, 
powerful, massively built male into ignominious defeat. 
She was elated, but she wanted more. She wanted to beat 
him so convincingly that he'd never challenge her 
again. She wanted to destroy his manhood, destroy his 
will to fight, humiliate and humble him before her, a 
woman!

Sinuously, she sauntered across the ring until she 
stood over his naked prostrate body. Her eyes ran over 
his magnificent physique, a physique which she'd always 
believed to be so superior to her own -- that she'd 
never considered even to challenge male physical 
dominance. Now this magnificent male animal was at her 
mercy. She looked down with contempt at his shriveled 
penis, knowing how big and bold it had been when she 
had played the submissive. Look at it now, she thought 
with satisfaction.

The Martha straddled his heaving chest as he began to 
recover his senses. Cruelly she picked her spot and 
drove her fist into his once handsome, now bloodied 
face. She grasped him by the hair, then brought her 
clenched fist down like a mallet into her moaning 
husband's mouth. Then she hit him again, and again..

The girls in the audience watched in awe as the sweet 
looking little girl, with calm deliberation, smashed 
her husband's face to a battered mess. "You can beg me 
to stop, dear husband," mocked Martha, "and I'll stop 
beating you, otherwise..." Her fist clubbed into an 
already broken nose.

"Please stop," moaned Mike. "I beg you. Don't hit me 
any more." Tears rolled down his broken face as he 
begged his little wife to stop punching him. His brain 
was numb with shock. The woman he'd married had smashed 
him to defeat in a fight and made him beg her to stop 
hitting him.

Now she was standing up. Martha stood over the defeated 
body of her husband. She straddled his deep, manly 
chest, hands on shapely female hips, her small, 
perfectly formed breasts straining against the fabric 
of her white halter-top as they swelled with feminine 
pride at her momentous victory. 

Mike saw her. Through his tears and blood, through 
swollen eyes, he looked up at the beautiful vision who 
stood in triumph over him and his cock began to swell 
in tribute to her beauty and her victory over him.

The young women in the audience laughed and giggled as 
they saw Mike's thick cock swell into a massive 
erection as he lay under the feet of his female 
conqueror. Someone tittered, "He likes it, hey, Mikey 
likes it." They all laughed at the joke.

Martha realized what was happening and stepped back 
from her man's body.
"Get up!" she ordered.

Slowly, every movement causing him pain, Mike pulled 
himself to his feet. "Feet astride, hands on head!" 
barked his wife, and Mike knew what was coming.

He wanted to resist, to hurl himself at the little chit 
of a girl who was humiliating him in front of all of 
these other women, to beat her to the ground with his 
mighty fists and re-establish his male supremacy. But 
his will had gone. The girl had smashed all the spirit 
out of him. A beaten man, he did as the woman 
commanded.

Disgust welled up in Martha as she watched her mighty 
husband's willpower crumble before her own. No one 
should just stand there and get beaten without putting 
up a fight, she thought, especially a man before a 
girl. What a despicable coward lies under all that mass 
of male muscle. He's too scared to try to stand up to 
me any more!'

Boldly the girl turned her back on the man who's will 
she had destroyed, knowing that he was totally cowed 
and would not even think about attacking her now. She 
held her arms up in triumph for the girls to cheer - a 
victorious woman who had smashed a mighty man to defeat 
and subjugated him to her will.

Then, turning back to her trembling male victim, she 
looked up into the battered, tear stained face of her 
once respected husband, held him by the bulging muscles 
of his biceps and disdainfully smashed her knee into 
the terrified man's dangling balls doubling him over in 
pain. She watched as his once magnificent erection 
shrunk to a shriveled little noodle as he rolled on the 
floor in pain.

Triumphantly, Martha climbed from the ring into her 
lesbian lover's welcoming arms, while her husband 
continued writhe in agony, crying into the canvas.

Source: https://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/01/battered.txt

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