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This is part of The Adrienne Chronicles, a series of stories about a catfighting wife who's husband loves to see her lose. This story is about an office pantyhose catfight against her latest work rival, a Brazilian hottie named Marina.

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After Hours

by Adrienne’s Husband

             I’m more excited than I’ve ever been as I drive to my wife’s office building downtown for her first big fight against her new rival. I just left work so I’m in a suit and tie, and I have plenty of recording equipment with me to document what’s sure to be an erotic battle.

            Adrienne took some time off after being trounced and humiliated by Shauna in what was not only the worst defeat of her life, but the worst weekend of her life – as she was tormented and humiliated by her hated arch rival and her husband while also being used like a human fuck doll by the many spectators. It was the first time Adrienne fought Shauna in front of an audience, and she ended up getting to know the crowd up close and personal after losing to her hated rival for the sixth time in a row to lose the feud about as decisively as possible.

            Shauna took Adrienne’s job as one of the many consequences for my wife’s humiliating defeats to her arch enemy, so Adrienne had to find a new office to work in. That’s how she met the Brazilian seductress Marina, my wife’s opponent for tonight’s after hours office catfight.

            I pull into the parking garage and drive into an open space, with my heart pounding in my chest from anticipation. It’s been a long time since her last fight. I was afraid that Adrienne would retire from catfighting after being dominated so thoroughly by Shauna, which would be devastating to me for many reasons. My wife’s fights are my #1 favorite thing and my #1 turn on, and her fighting has been a cornerstone of our relationship since the beginning. I fell in love with Adrienne in college when I watched her battle girls from rival sororities in a fraternity lingerie foxy boxing tournament. My wife was very good back then, younger, quicker, and more athletic, and she won most of her fights – but I also noticed how she could take and come back from a lot of punishment. Adrienne and I had just met and just started talking, not even dating yet, right before the tournament. The tournament took place over a glorious weekend and I watched my future wife win match after match to go deep in the tournament, but she also took an enormous amount of punishment. Adrienne has no formal fight training whatsoever and just relies on her natural toughness and uncanny stamina to get by, so she usually spends most of her fights taking beatings. I absolutely loved comforting her and hanging out with her between matches, as her gorgeous face and her big boobs looked more and more bruised and beaten up as the weekend went along. She looked fantastic all sweaty and battered in her scrumptious lingerie outfits.

            Adrienne made it all the way to the final, and was a huge underdog against a woman from her sorority’s most hated rival sorority as they battled for the tournament trophy and sorority bragging rights in front of tons of rowdy, drunken spectators. This bitch was a nationally renowned athlete who was built like you wouldn’t believe, and I thought that Adrienne didn’t stand a chance. My future wife was really beaten up already before the match even started, as she stood in her corner in her amazing lavender lace panties and bra set with nude thigh high stockings.

            The bell rang and the big, strong bitch rocked Adrienne early and often. She dominated the first round and treated my future wife like a human plaything in that boxing ring, and at one point the sorority rival knocked Adrienne’s lavender lingerie top off to expose her big boobs as the crowd roared. You could clearly see bruising all over Adrienne’s now bare breasts; even back then her opponents loved going after those big tits that I enjoy so much. At one point the bad girl slugged my future wife into a corner and then actually squeezed Adrienne’s left boob between her boxing gloves, mashing and grinding the breast until the slutty blonde ref broke it up.

            Adrienne took a downright inhuman amount of punishment in that tournament final, but she kept getting up and kept coming back round after round – sometimes even being saved by the bell, like after a huge knocker knock uppercut to her badly bruised and mashed left tit in round 8. It was a 12 round fight, and by round 11 the entire upper half of my future wife’s body looked like a piece of bruised up raw meat. The big bitch was just having her way with her, and I loved it. Yet Adrienne made a shocking comeback in the eleventh round, and managed to catch her cocky and heavily favored opponent with a few perfectly placed blows after an ill-timed wild miss. The sorority rival bounced off the ropes and stumbled right into a brutal uppercut that put her down, and she just barely couldn’t make the ten count. Adrienne won the tournament, even though she looked far more battered and messed up than her opponent, and my gorgeous brunette beauty took off her boxing gloves and then held the trophy over her head in victory. Her opponent was furious from the upset loss so she came up behind my future wife and delivered a cheap shot uppercut to the pussy. People who support Adrienne’s sorority booed like crazy at the dirty move. My wife’s battered, swollen face froze in agony and she drooped to her knees while clutching the trophy. I was the first person she came to after she recovered and left the ring, and I’ll never forget how she hugged me with the trophy in hand, drenched in sweat and still in obvious pain. It felt so good to comfort her after the fight, and I couldn’t care less about getting blood and sweat on my clothes.

            I think that moment of winning the foxy boxing tournament for her sorority was like a drug high for Adrienne that she’s been trying to recapture ever since, like what addicts call “chasing the dragon”. I suspect she also found it exhilarating to withstand all of that punishment, and I’m pretty sure she knew I was attracted to her more and more as her face, boobs, and belly showed more boxing damage. The moment when she took the uppercut to the pussy while celebrating might be why it kind of turns her on to get beaten up, but that’s just a theory. That night Adrienne and I fucked in her room with the trophy proudly displayed on a dresser next to her bed, and she looked so hot with her left eye swollen shut and her boobs and belly covered in black and blue marks. Her pussy was still a little sore from that uppercut, but she was so horny she didn’t care. Our relationship has been a dream ever since.

            Alas, that was several years ago and Adrienne’s confidence has eroded since then; right now she’s lost 9 of her last 12 fights including six in a row to Shauna like I said. But that’s how I prefer it because I love it when my wife loses; so much that I do everything I can to subtly sabotage her fights without her catching on. I’m a bad influence with her diet and workout habits, for example.

            With briefcase in hand I get in the elevator up to Adrienne’s office, which she assured me would be empty at this late hour. It’ll be just Adrienne and Marina with me as the only witness. The elevator dings and opens up, and my gorgeous wife is there to meet me (I texted her when I arrived). She’s wearing a charcoal gray business suit with a skirt just above her knee, off black pantyhose, and high heels - the same outfit she wore to work today, and she looks great as always. I kiss her, and can tell she’s nervous as she usually is before a big fight. She leads me by the hand into a cavernous supply and copy room with an open middle, several file shelves, a photocopy machine in the corner, and lots of stuff the ladies can use on each other in this “anything goes” catfight.

            Then I meet Marina for the first time, and I know right away why my wife hates her so much: she might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The tall Brazilian with medium-length, dark hair worn up in a clip and brown eyes behind stylish eyeglasses scowls at Adrienne with her arms folded as we enter the room. She’s about 5’10” (much taller than my 5’6” wife) and wearing a cream colored business suit with a shorter skirt than Adrienne’s, sheer nude pantyhose, and high heels that match her outfit. After Marina sees me for the first time she takes off her glasses then removes her hair clip and shakes her head to make her gorgeous hair cascade down, showing off her good looks to me in front of Adrienne as an act of dominance. Marina could easily be on a magazine cover with Playboy centerfold good looks. My wife is naturally very competitive and doesn’t like it when other women are hotter than her; she and Marina also started their jobs here at the same time and they’re in line for the same promotion. It’s no wonder they’ve quickly developed a deep-seated mutual loathing.

            This is a high stakes fight because whoever wins will go up for that promotion and will likely become the loser’s boss. Having a catfight rival as her boss would be an unbearable humiliation for Adrienne. I also came up with the idea of making this a “photocopy match”: the only way to win will be for one lady to press the other’s face or bare breasts on the copy machine glass and make a photocopy.

            I open up my briefcase, take out a ring bell with a mallet, and take out the recording equipment to set it up; I typically use at least two cameras. Adrienne and Marina just stand there with their arms folded staring at each other with looks of abject hatred as I work, looking incredible in their business suits that will soon be ripped to shreds (much to my delight).

            I roll the cameras, explain the rules (or lack thereof) to the ladies – anything goes, the only way to win is to photocopy the loser’s face or breasts, and the winner will go up for the promotion – and then I ring the bell with the mallet. The fight is on.

            Adrienne and Marina kick off their high heels and circle each other in stocking feet on the thin gray office carpet, as I zero in on them with a dry mouth from being so aroused. I can feel the sizzle between these two women; they absolutely hate each other. The tigresses take their time circling and feeling each other out with their sharp nails bared, and then my wife takes the first swing with her right fist but Marina blocks it and retaliates with a slug to the mid-section that makes Adrienne grunt and jump up a little. Marina then uses a judo throw to grab my wife and toss her to the floor before pouncing on the love of my life to grab her thick, dark, Italian hair and ram her head into the carpet a few times then slug her gorgeous face. Uh oh, that judo throw shows that Marina has some formal fight training. Combine that with her potent height and reach advantages and my wife could be in for a bad night, which makes me even more aroused. I’d actually be okay with an Adrienne win because I don’t want her to get too discouraged and quit catfighting, but I’ll always take an Adrienne loss and the weeks of consoling and nursing her back to health afterward. I feel so close to her and love her so much when she sobs in my arms after another bitter loss.

            But the fight just started and my wife is the queen of big comebacks. Adrienne fights back from below with a few hits to the kidneys and then grabs Marina’s hair and rolls on top of her. Now it’s Adrienne’s turn to slug her foe from a dominant position, but Marina reaches up, grabs my wife’s navy blue blouse between the sides of her dark gray blazer, and rips it open with buttons flying to expose her black bra beneath. Believe it or not I didn’t contact Marina at all and didn’t tell her about Adrienne’s weaknesses, but like I said my wife’s opponents just instinctively go after her big breasts. Adrienne retaliates with a head butt that knocks the supermodel-looking Brazilian flat on her back, and then Adrienne pins Marina’s wrists to the carpet, slithers on top of her, and bites Marina’s chin. Marina cries out and squirms on the floor, trying to buck my wife off of her. Losing the feud with Shauna taught my wife that she needs to fight dirty.

            A frantic Marina succeeds in bucking Adrienne to her side and then knees her between her legs. My wife’s skirt reduced the force of the blow, but it still got her. I love how Adrienne’s beautiful face contorts after a painful shot to her sensitive pussy – which is more tender than ever after Shauna twisted in that nasty steel wool dildo. As my wife is frozen from pain Marina gets her again with a second knee between the legs, and then a third.

            Marina then rolls right back on top of Adrienne and takes advantage of her ripped open blouse by tugging down my wife’s black lace bra and digging her nails into both tits like a pair of grabber claws. My Italian beauty bucks beneath her again in another attempt to get her off her as the Brazilian digs and twists her nails into Adrienne’s succulent titflesh, leaving visible marks that I zoom in on with camera #1. After digging in her nails Marina switches to raking them across my wife’s tits from top to bottom, leaving bloody trails as Adrienne shrieks. Marina finishes the boob assault with a big slug to my wife’s sensitive left boob, and then she gets up a little to punch Adrienne in the bare belly a few times, making a delicious fist on flesh slapping sound. My gorgeous bride grunts after each hard belly blow. I can tell from the precision and skill of the tall Brazilian’s strikes that she knows what she’s doing, and definitely has some kind of martial arts training.

            Marina grabs the slit of my wife’s dark gray skirt and rips it to have easier access to her pussy then grabs my wife by the blazer lapels and pulls her up to her stocking feet, slugging her all the way like a hockey fight. Adrienne retaliates with a few punches of her own, but she doesn’t want to get caught in a straight on slugfest with this taller, stronger woman. Marina succeeds in pulling off my wife’s blazer, yet she focused so much on ripping it off that Adrienne sees an opening and blasts Marina with a swift kick between the legs. The Brazilian’s shorter skirt makes her cunt an easier target, as her centerfold mouth forms an “o” while bending over from the sudden pain.

            Adrienne blasts her latest office rival a few times in the boobs and belly then actually picks her up and gives her a sloppy yet still effective bodyslam on the carpet, followed by a few stomps to the belly. As Marina writhes on the floor holding her tummy my wife grabs a metal slide ruler off a supply table with a smirk. I can tell she’s been waiting months to punish the tall bitch like this. Adrienne whaps the metal ruler across Marina’s body as the stunning Brazilian squirms, and after subduing her with quite a few ruler shots Adrienne takes a moment to grab her cream blazer and pull it off of her (with Marina fighting all the way) and then, after a few more whaps from the metal ruler, Adrienne rips open her foe’s blouse and then grabs her tan bra, tugs on it a few times, and snaps it off to expose Marina’s luscious tits. Nobody has boobs as nice as my wife’s, but I would slide my dick between Marina’s perfectly proportioned and perky Brazilian breasts and then come all over them any day.

            Adrienne, with a Cheshire cat grin, picks the metal ruler back up and whams it across Marina’s now bare tits. Ouch. After a few more whaps from the ruler there are red welts across both of the Brazilian’s boobs. Adrienne finally tosses the ruler aside, grabs her rival’s lovely dark hair, and drags Marina across the floor by the hair while she squeals and swishes her nylon legs on the carpet. Adrienne drags Marina to the perfect place, right near a large filing shelf, and then Adrienne’s grin gets even wider as she grabs the shelf, exerts herself… and topples the shelf right onto Marina’s body, trapping her beneath it!

            Marina moans with the big shelf across her body, with only her arms, bare breasts, and head exposed. It looks like my wife might pull off an upset and finally end her losing streak – she has Marina helpless and can do pretty much whatever she wants to her. Marina struggles and tries to push the shelf off, but it’s just too big. Adrienne starts by kneeling on Marina’s hair, getting a death grip on her nipples, and yanking them up hard – trying to rip her tits off. The Brazilian beauty moans. After yanking up Marina’s tits for a while Adrienne rakes them with her nails, giving her bloody streaks across her luscious boobs just like what Marina did to her. Marina can’t do anything to retaliate. My wife stands up and stomps her foe’s scratched raw breasts a few times with her off black stocking foot, and then retrieves one of her high heels, slips it on her right foot, and presses the stiletto heel into Marina’s clawed breasts one after the other as her rival squirms helplessly under the shelf, moaning in pain. Adrienne then jumps up and drives her right knee into Marina’s left breast, then grinds the knee into the breast like a mortar and pestle. After this tit torture my wife removes her shoe and twists the heel into Marina’s hurting left breast while sitting on her face. After twisting the shoe into Marina’s boob my wife tosses her heel aside, stands up, and then drives an elbow into Marina’s kisser – busting her lip. Adrienne then kneels next to her hated office rival and methodically slugs that pretty face she hates so much, bruising it up.

            Adrienne is having her way with her trapped office rival, but the problem is that she can’t win this way. She has to get her up, force her over to the copy machine, and photocopy those scratched up tits or her busted, centerfold face. My wife knows this, and works on lifting the shelf off of Marina. She can get it up somewhat, but it’s so heavy that she gives me a glance with her gorgeous, doe eyes, asking for help lifting it.

            I put camera #1 down, go over to the side of the shelf over Marina’s legs, and grab that end while my wife grabs the end that’s on top of Marina’s belly. We pick up the shelf, and turn it sideways to lean it against the wall. Alas, this gave Marina much needed time to recover – and my wife, with her ripped open skirt slit, is right over the hurting and very angry Brazilian. Marina has a clear shot right up at my wife’s off black nylon covered pussy, and she takes it by getting up and thrusting a huge punch right between my wife’s legs. My wife stops in her tracks, frozen from the pain with her gorgeous face going ashen, and a second, even harder cunt punch makes the love of my life slowly droop to her knees.

            I go back to camera #1 and pick it up to zoom in on the delicious look of agony on my wife’s face, not wanting to get involved anymore. I feel a little guilty but also even more aroused that my involvement led to Marina’s comeback. I guess I sabotage my wife’s fights even when I don’t mean to.

            Marina is furious, and makes my wife pay for trapping her under the shelf by grabbing her hair, pulling her up, and ramming her head into a shelf to the left of the one that toppled onto Marina. Marina then turns Adrienne around, shoves her back against the shelf, and slugs her hard in the bare belly with a loud, audible slapping sound – taking my wife’s breath away. After a few more slugs to the gut and then a brutal uppercut between the legs Adrienne is subdued enough for Marina to prop up a nude stocking foot, grab my wife’s tugged down bra, and pull it off completely to bare my favorite pair of tits in the world. The angry Brazilian tosses Adrienne’s top onto my right shoulder as a sort of mocking souvenir, and then it’s open season on my wife’s big, sensitive boobs with vicious, perfectly placed martial arts strikes to the bruised and scratched up spots as well as palm thrusts and dagger strikes to her nipples and areolas. My wife just takes it all standing with her back to the shelf, grunting or moaning after each booby blow. Marina ends the barrage with an absolutely brutal uppercut to my wife’s battered left tit that makes the love of my life emit an elongated scream while clutching the breast. Adrienne hates taking a hard uppercut to her particularly sensitive left boob; it’s like kryptonite for her. I once rented out a gym so Adrienne could have a foxy boxing match with Shauna, and my wife’s blonde arch rival ended the fight with authority in the 9th round with a huge uppercut to the left tit just like the one Marina just landed. My wife collapsed to the mat holding her left boob and screaming for the third knockdown of the round and a TKO defeat. Poor Adrienne was in control early in the fight but Shauna gradually turned the tide and completely brutalized my wife in the 8th round, then absolutely dominated the 9th round by knocking Adrienne down within seconds of the bell, getting her again within seconds of getting back to her feet, and then bullying her all over the ring and gleefully toying with her before finishing my wife off with the big booby blow – Adrienne didn’t land a single punch in the entire round, and her beautiful face was so beaten up and swollen that she was unrecognizable. After the bell Shauna dragged Adrienne to a corner and pulled her pussy into the steel post repeatedly. Shauna then stripped my wife, bound her with her wrists dangling in chains, and beat her up some more until leaving her beaten body strung up for me like that in nothing but her boxing gloves.

            That memory runs through my mind in an instant before Marina delivers her next attack: a few more punches to the belly followed by a forceful knee to the cunt that has my wife reeling. Marina takes a moment to strip Adrienne’s torn skirt down and then off of her, leaving her in just her ripped open blouse, off black pantyhose, and lace thong panties under the hose. Now that my wife’s pussy is exposed Adrienne goes after it with a series of hard uppercuts and then another knee. Adrienne fights back with a few feeble blows of her own, but she’s clearly on the defensive and needs to get her back away from that shelf.

            Marina stops my wife’s retaliation with a really nasty, straight on martial arts strike to Adrienne’s bad left tit, making my gorgeous bride close her eyes and gasp while softly putting her right palm over the raw meat-like breast. This gives Marina time to rummage around on the shelf, and grab a small bucket of sharp, metal thumbtacks - uh oh. With her left hand Marina grabs the waistbands of Adrienne’s pantyhose and panties, pulls them away from her body, and then pours the thumbtacks right into my wife’s panties. Oh my God. There are at least a hundred thumbtacks in there now. Marina then takes a step back and delivers a vicious KICK to my wife’s pussy to mash the thumbtacks against her crotch!

            Adrienne screams as she holds her crotch with her face contorted in anguish and disbelief. Marina socks her screaming face with a jab, and then a huge roundhouse punch drops my wife to the floor, laying her out. The Brazilian grabs Adrienne’s legs, drags her away from the wall, and then stomps the thumbtacks into her crotch! Poor Adrienne yelps and bucks on the carpet, feeling the thumbtacks pinching into her pussy. Now it’s Marina’s turn to retrieve one of her high heels, put it on, lift up and spread my wife’s ankles nice and wide, and then stomp the thumbtack-filled crotch of her pantyhose several times in a row – slowly and methodically, with Adrienne squirming on the carpet and running her hands through her hair from the pain. Marina finally presses the stiletto heel of her shoe right into my wife’s pussy and twists and grinds it in. Adrienne is beside herself with agony.

            Marina eventually lets up, takes her shoe off, drops to her knees, crawls up to Adrienne’s head, and bashes her a few times on the head with that heel. Adrienne’s office rival then cruelly digs the heel into her badly damaged left breast, before tossing the shoe aside.

            Marina gleefully socks my wife’s left tit a few times before grabbing her sweaty brunette hair with a hate-filled sneer, slowly pulling her up to her stocking feet, kneeing her in the thumbtack covered pussy (lifting Adrienne’s feet off the carpet), and then yanking off my wife’s tattered blouse to make her chest fully exposed. Adrienne takes the moment to elbow Marina in the belly, making her jump and yelp, and my resilient wife makes a comeback with a few blows, but the much more skilled Brazilian stops my wife cold with a martial arts strike to the left breast that makes her gorgeous face freeze in agony with her mouth open in an “o”.

            Marina then grabs Adrienne’s hair and walks her over to the copy machine. She wants to end this fight right now. Marina throws open the lid of the photocopy machine, which is already on and ready to go, and after a few clubbing blows she manages to shove Adrienne’s battered boobs onto the copy machine glass – actually getting some boob sweat and a little blood on the glass. Marina goes to push the button to photocopy those big tits and win the fight, but my wife drives an elbow into her gut just in time. Marina grunts and her stocking feet lift off the carpet. Adrienne gets her with another elbow, and then another, and then blasts Marina in the face to make her backpedal. As Marina staggers my wife runs up and clobbers her with a clothesline that drops Marina like a sack of flour!

            Adrienne is hungry for revenge as she wildly stomps her foe all over. After a thorough stomping Adrienne kicks Marina in the side to flop her onto her belly, and then my wife grabs Marina’s blouse and yanks it off so now both ladies are fully bare above the waist. Adrienne then jumps up and drives a nasty elbow into Marina’s bare back. Adrienne, furious, grabs Marina’s dark hair and bashes her face into the carpet a few times, then crawls over to her butt, zips down her slutty and barely-appropriate-for-work cream colored skirt, and pulls it down and off of her to leave her in just her nude pantyhose and skimpy cream colored panties. My wife can’t resist giving her rival a good slap to the ass before pulling her up by the hair for more.

            Adrienne puts Marina in a headlock under her left arm and socks her repeatedly with her right fist. My wife then slings Marina’s back into the wall right next to the copy machine, runs up, and plows her knee into the Brazilian’s fully exposed gut – knocking the wind out of her. Adrienne wants to pay her back for the tit punishment she suffered earlier so she blasts Marina’s boobs with a series of hard punches. My wife is pretty powerful and her blows can pack a wallop. The supermodel-like office rival yelps after each booby blow. My wife ends the fusillade with a crushing uppercut to the cunt, bending her over, and then Adrienne grabs Marina’s hair and drapes her face and tits across the photocopy machine’s glass. She could end her losing streak right here!

            But my wife made a critical mistake by not beating on Marina enough before trying to end the contest, and the Brazilian has lots of fight left in her. The stronger, bigger office rival fights to push her body up from the copy machine glass just as Adrienne reaches for the button, and Marina strikes my wife with a left elbow directly to her bad left boob as hard as she can. It’s a devastating blow, and poor Adrienne holds the sore breast while closing her eyes and gasping. Marina delivers another back elbow to Adrienne’s belly, and then turns around, clocks my wife across the face with a vicious right cross – staggering her – and then Marina capitalizes on my reeling wife by winding up and just absolutely CRUSHING Adrienne in the thumbtack-covered pussy with the hardest kick of the fight, lifting Adrienne’s feet off the floor as she clutches her crotch screaming wildly.

            There have to be at least 40 or 50 thumbtacks sticking in all parts of my wife’s pussy beneath her panties after that huge kick.

            Marina surges by hammering Adrienne with body and boob shots, and my wife withers from the punishment offering no retaliation whatsoever. With her obvious martial arts training Marina is like a surgeon with precise blows targeting exactly where my wife hurts the most. A second brutal cunt kick drops my wife to her knees with a devastated look on her face, and then Marina grabs her hair and says (in her sexy accent), “Let’s go for a little walk, sweetie…”

            Marina walks my wife by the hair over to a metal filing cabinet, clubs her across the back a few times, and then opens one of the drawers, rests Adrienne’s damaged left breast in the jamb with my wife on her knees, and then slams the metal drawer shut on Adrienne’s tit – absolutely crushing it inside the drawer! Adrienne howls out in terrible pain, and her breast might have some serious internal damage. Marina opens the drawer and slams it closed on my wife’s bad left tit a second time, and this time presses it closed as hard as she can to really crush a now tearful Adrienne’s breast inside.

            After over a full minute of this torture Marina opens the drawer, freeing the breast - and my poor wife holds her crushed tit like a broken toy. It’s about as badly bruised as a breast could possibly be (in addition to the scratch marks), and it droops misshapen to the lower left like a warped balloon that needs air. Adrienne’s cruel opponent pulls her away from the filing cabinet by the hair, knocks Adrienne’s hands away from the wounded boob, and then rams her right knee into my wife’s poor left breast. My wife can only gasp, in agony beyond screaming.

            The dominant Brazilian walks my wife by the hair over to a small table that has an array of goodies on it, and smirks when she sees an industrial strength stapler. It’s one of those staplers that can staple a large stack of papers, and it has long, sharp, mean looking staples pointing down from the business end like vampire fangs.

            Marina wants to make my wife’s boobs very acquainted with that stapler.

            She rocks Adrienne with a few more blows, including another knee to the left breast that makes my wife’s beautiful eyes water, and then rests her left boob on the table, positions the industrial strength stapler over it, and staples the top of her already scratched and bruised left boob with a ker-chunk! Adrienne shrieks as the staple sinks deep into her titflesh.

            Marina fills Adrienne’s left breast with those long, sharp staples: ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! …and my poor, poor wife emits high pitched feminine squeals after each one goes in.

            Marina, with an ear to ear grin, then moves on to the right breast: ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … with Adrienne still squealing after every one.

            Finally, after I lose count of the staples, Marina tosses Adrienne to her back by the hair like a dummy. Adrienne lies on the floor on her back writhing in anguish in nothing but her nylons and panties with her tits covered in staples, and I know she’s finished. It looks like my wife’s losing streak is going up to seven straight defeats, the poor thing. I love it – right now I’m so aroused watching her take this beating that I hope she never wins another fight again.

            Marina gets on the floor to my wife’s right, grabs her right arm, and then snakes her long, powerful legs around Adrienne’s breasts… and crushes them in a vicious boob scissor that works the staples in even deeper. It’s going to be terrible for poor Adrienne when she has those staples removed later… and that thought makes me so aroused I can barely stand it. Marina squeezes her legs together to crush my wife’s big tits, and Adrienne moans and swishes on the floor completely helpless.

            Marina keeps Adrienne in the boob scissor for quite some time, squeezing her legs tight and sometimes running them back and forth to really work her tits hard, with my wife looking amazing in defeat as she always does… until Adrienne’s moans fade as she drifts off and slips into unconsciousness, passing out in agony from the tit torture.

            My wife’s office rival looks over at me and says, “Awwwww… it looks like your slut of a wife can’t take it… what a pathetic bitch.” She then releases the boob scissor, pulls my wife up to her feet by the hair, with Adrienne out on her feet on wobbly legs, and then walks her like a puppet over to the copy machine to finish her off. Before putting my wife’s face on the glass Marina blasts Adrienne’s face with several heavy punches – picking her spots to mess up her face even more, focusing on her left eye to swell it up. She wants my wife’s beautiful face to look really battered for her mug shot. Marina then methodically places the more damaged left side of my wife’s face on the glass, slams the lid on top of her head, and then pushes the button. A flash of light goes across my wife’s face, illuminating the damage, and a photocopy of her bruised up, swollen face slides out of the machine into the plastic tray. She’s never looked better, and I’m going to cherish that photocopy as long as I live.

            I pick up the mallet – quivering with almost unbearable horniness – and strike the bell: Ding! Marina wins, and my wife LOSES… again. Her seventh consecutive loss.

            Yet Marina keeps running the copy machine with my soundly defeated wife’s face still on it, with the light going across her again and again. Marina’s going to make a copy for everyone in the office and leave one in each of their mail slots so everyone can see who the better woman is.

            The victorious Brazilian seductress then repositions my wife to mash her badly damaged, staple-filled boobs on the glass. She slams the lid shut again (eliciting a faint moan from Adrienne), and then presses the button to photocopy my wife’s tits as the machine sounds and a flash of light goes across her chest before a paper with a picture of my wife’s battered boobs on it slides into the tray. It’s a top of the line copy machine and the copies are crystal clear and very detailed. Marina once again makes a copy for everyone in the office, then slams the lid onto Adrienne’s back one more time. Marina then opens the lid, grabs my wife by the hair, and unceremoniously dumps her off the copy machine to make her crumple onto the floor.

            Marina will now go up for the promotion, and she will very likely be Adrienne’s boss within the next week. She must have lots of humiliating things in store for my poor wife when she starts working for her.

            Marina’s not finished though, much to my delight. She stomps Adrienne, and then grabs the waistbands of both her pantyhose and panties at once to strip them down her legs and then off of her. The black pantyhose are filled with thumbtacks, and I use camera #1 to zoom in on my wife’s really sore looking pussy – there are several tacks sticking into her pussy lips, a bunch sticking into her flesh all around her crotch, and there are even two thumbtacks sticking in her pubic mound and one grazing her clit. I can’t imagine how much it must hurt.

            Marina then takes a permanent magic marker and writes “LOSER” in big letters across my softly crying wife’s chest, rolls my wife over to sign her name with the marker on my wife’s ass that she just kicked, and then slaps Adrienne’s bare ass as the finishing touch. Marina then takes one each of the two photocopied pictures – one of Adrienne’s beaten and swollen face and another of her abused tits – signs her name to them, and kisses them to leave a lipstick kiss on each one. Like I said before, I will cherish these photocopies forever.

            Marina then takes my wife’s stripped off nylons, shakes out as many of the thumbtacks as she can, binds Adrienne’s wrists behind her back with her own ripped, runned, and hole-filled pantyhose, and then shoves Adrienne on her knees right in front of me. The Brazilian seductress then says, “You can HAVE this fucking bitch.”

            Marina then walks up to me, looking unbelievable covered in glistening sweat in nothing but her nylons and panties, pulls me toward her with my tie, and gives me a deep, long kiss right in front of my wife while grabbing my rock hard crotch under my dress pants.

            Adrienne, her voice muffled from crying, softly says, “…you stay away from him… you stay AWAY from him…”

            Marina ignores her as she finishes the deep kiss, lets go of my tie, walks over to my trounced wife, and gives her one last knee to the left breast – making my wife moan in deep pain and then slowly collapse forward in her binds. Marina grabs Adrienne’s hair, pulls her up, and says right into her ear, “I am the better woman, and you are now mine.” The sexy and dominant Brazilian then gathers up her things and leaves, victorious.

            After Marina leaves the office I wrap my defeated wife in a blanket and hold her in my arms for a while as she continues to softly cry. She really took a pounding tonight. When she’s ready I give her a loose fitting change of clothes I brought for her to put on, and we get ready to drive to the closest hospital so she can have the staples and thumbtacks removed.

            We decide to leave her car there and pick it up later, and I drive her to the hospital with her in the front seat leaning against the window with the blanket wrapped around her, occasionally sniffling after shedding many tears of defeat and humiliation. We occasionally hold hands in the front seat when I can afford to take a hand off the wheel. I think about my wife having the thumbtacks removed from her pussy and the long staples removed from her breasts after we get to the hospital, and I shudder to think how much it’s going to hurt. My wife just got her ass kicked and endured lots of punishment and torture to suffer a devastating, humbling, decisive defeat at the hands of her hated office rival, but she still has lots of pain left to endure on this terrible night for her… and amazingly erotic night for me…

Epilogue

            The alarm rings to bring my wife and I out of a deep sleep; it’s a week and a half after the fight, and last night her pussy was finally healed enough for us to fuck again. I love our consolation sex after she loses a big fight.

            Adrienne blows hair out of her face and gets up to shower and then get dressed for another day of Hell with Marina as her new boss. Marina went up for the promotion the Monday after defeating my wife and got it pretty quickly, and Adrienne has been working for her for a few days now. It’s been unbearable for my poor wife, just as I predicted. After getting out of the shower Adrienne comes in with a towel around her body, has me kiss and massage her lingering sore spots after getting her ass kicked by a better woman, and then she sighs and takes out the spiky vibrating egg that Marina forces her to wear at work every single day for brutal 10+ hour shifts. The dominant and victorious Brazilian forbids my wife from wearing panties while making her wear slutty, humiliating outfits with that damnable vibrating egg inside of her that Marina operates with a remote control. Poor Adrienne inserts the vibrating egg into her pussy, knowing her sadistic tormentor will turn it on as soon as she gets to work and drive her crazy with it all day, and then pulls up her uncomfortably tight pantyhose and snaps the waistband into place. She then puts on the rest of the outfit that Marina ordered her to wear today (including a pair of excruciating very high open toed heels), dreading what the mean bitch has in store for her at the office today.

            Marina loves to torment my wife however she can, like how yesterday she gave Adrienne an impossibly complex coffee order and then punished her harshly when my wife came back with the coffees and inevitably got something wrong; the Brazilian bitch brought my wife into her office, closed the door, made Adrienne bend over while hiking up her skirt to expose her nylon ass, put a pencil between her teeth to muffle her screams, and then beat her ass hard many times with a studded paddle. Adrienne’s ass was still red when she came home from work, teary eyed from another long day of abject humiliation.

            I must admit that I’ve gotten in touch with Marina over e-mail and we’ve secretly been exchanging ideas about ways to humiliate and torment my beautiful, defeated wife – like how I suggested that Marina make her wear a thumb tack bra all day, an idea that she loved and she’s going to make Adrienne wear it tomorrow. I’ve also been filling in Marina on Adrienne’s catfight and foxy boxing history and all of the punishment she’s taken and what her weaknesses are, and I’ve told Marina about Shauna and the fitness instructor who decimated my wife in three straight lopsided drubbings. It’s just a matter of time until I arrange a meeting between Marina and Shauna. We’ve also been toying with ideas about a rematch. It might sound terrible that I’m colluding with my wife’s enemy, but Adrienne does have a submissive side and part of her gets off on being punished and humiliated. I know because she likes to be tied up and spanked in the bedroom, among many other things (not lately though, understandably).

            I do feel bad for my beloved wife, though, and like before I’m worried that she might get discouraged and quit catfighting now that she’s lost seven fights in a row, all of them devastating humiliations. I have a plan to boost Adrienne’s confidence though, so stay tuned…

…the Adrienne Chronicles will continue in “Confidence Booster”.

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This is part of The Adrienne Chronicles, a series of stories about a catfighting wife who's husband loves to see her lose. This story is about an office pantyhose catfight against her latest work rival, a Brazilian hottie named Marina.

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After Hours

by Adrienne’s Husband

             I’m more excited than I’ve ever been as I drive to my wife’s office building downtown for her first big fight against her new rival. I just left work so I’m in a suit and tie, and I have plenty of recording equipment with me to document what’s sure to be an erotic battle.

            Adrienne took some time off after being trounced and humiliated by Shauna in what was not only the worst defeat of her life, but the worst weekend of her life – as she was tormented and humiliated by her hated arch rival and her husband while also being used like a human fuck doll by the many spectators. It was the first time Adrienne fought Shauna in front of an audience, and she ended up getting to know the crowd up close and personal after losing to her hated rival for the sixth time in a row to lose the feud about as decisively as possible.

            Shauna took Adrienne’s job as one of the many consequences for my wife’s humiliating defeats to her arch enemy, so Adrienne had to find a new office to work in. That’s how she met the Brazilian seductress Marina, my wife’s opponent for tonight’s after hours office catfight.

            I pull into the parking garage and drive into an open space, with my heart pounding in my chest from anticipation. It’s been a long time since her last fight. I was afraid that Adrienne would retire from catfighting after being dominated so thoroughly by Shauna, which would be devastating to me for many reasons. My wife’s fights are my #1 favorite thing and my #1 turn on, and her fighting has been a cornerstone of our relationship since the beginning. I fell in love with Adrienne in college when I watched her battle girls from rival sororities in a fraternity lingerie foxy boxing tournament. My wife was very good back then, younger, quicker, and more athletic, and she won most of her fights – but I also noticed how she could take and come back from a lot of punishment. Adrienne and I had just met and just started talking, not even dating yet, right before the tournament. The tournament took place over a glorious weekend and I watched my future wife win match after match to go deep in the tournament, but she also took an enormous amount of punishment. Adrienne has no formal fight training whatsoever and just relies on her natural toughness and uncanny stamina to get by, so she usually spends most of her fights taking beatings. I absolutely loved comforting her and hanging out with her between matches, as her gorgeous face and her big boobs looked more and more bruised and beaten up as the weekend went along. She looked fantastic all sweaty and battered in her scrumptious lingerie outfits.

            Adrienne made it all the way to the final, and was a huge underdog against a woman from her sorority’s most hated rival sorority as they battled for the tournament trophy and sorority bragging rights in front of tons of rowdy, drunken spectators. This bitch was a nationally renowned athlete who was built like you wouldn’t believe, and I thought that Adrienne didn’t stand a chance. My future wife was really beaten up already before the match even started, as she stood in her corner in her amazing lavender lace panties and bra set with nude thigh high stockings.

            The bell rang and the big, strong bitch rocked Adrienne early and often. She dominated the first round and treated my future wife like a human plaything in that boxing ring, and at one point the sorority rival knocked Adrienne’s lavender lingerie top off to expose her big boobs as the crowd roared. You could clearly see bruising all over Adrienne’s now bare breasts; even back then her opponents loved going after those big tits that I enjoy so much. At one point the bad girl slugged my future wife into a corner and then actually squeezed Adrienne’s left boob between her boxing gloves, mashing and grinding the breast until the slutty blonde ref broke it up.

            Adrienne took a downright inhuman amount of punishment in that tournament final, but she kept getting up and kept coming back round after round – sometimes even being saved by the bell, like after a huge knocker knock uppercut to her badly bruised and mashed left tit in round 8. It was a 12 round fight, and by round 11 the entire upper half of my future wife’s body looked like a piece of bruised up raw meat. The big bitch was just having her way with her, and I loved it. Yet Adrienne made a shocking comeback in the eleventh round, and managed to catch her cocky and heavily favored opponent with a few perfectly placed blows after an ill-timed wild miss. The sorority rival bounced off the ropes and stumbled right into a brutal uppercut that put her down, and she just barely couldn’t make the ten count. Adrienne won the tournament, even though she looked far more battered and messed up than her opponent, and my gorgeous brunette beauty took off her boxing gloves and then held the trophy over her head in victory. Her opponent was furious from the upset loss so she came up behind my future wife and delivered a cheap shot uppercut to the pussy. People who support Adrienne’s sorority booed like crazy at the dirty move. My wife’s battered, swollen face froze in agony and she drooped to her knees while clutching the trophy. I was the first person she came to after she recovered and left the ring, and I’ll never forget how she hugged me with the trophy in hand, drenched in sweat and still in obvious pain. It felt so good to comfort her after the fight, and I couldn’t care less about getting blood and sweat on my clothes.

            I think that moment of winning the foxy boxing tournament for her sorority was like a drug high for Adrienne that she’s been trying to recapture ever since, like what addicts call “chasing the dragon”. I suspect she also found it exhilarating to withstand all of that punishment, and I’m pretty sure she knew I was attracted to her more and more as her face, boobs, and belly showed more boxing damage. The moment when she took the uppercut to the pussy while celebrating might be why it kind of turns her on to get beaten up, but that’s just a theory. That night Adrienne and I fucked in her room with the trophy proudly displayed on a dresser next to her bed, and she looked so hot with her left eye swollen shut and her boobs and belly covered in black and blue marks. Her pussy was still a little sore from that uppercut, but she was so horny she didn’t care. Our relationship has been a dream ever since.

            Alas, that was several years ago and Adrienne’s confidence has eroded since then; right now she’s lost 9 of her last 12 fights including six in a row to Shauna like I said. But that’s how I prefer it because I love it when my wife loses; so much that I do everything I can to subtly sabotage her fights without her catching on. I’m a bad influence with her diet and workout habits, for example.

            With briefcase in hand I get in the elevator up to Adrienne’s office, which she assured me would be empty at this late hour. It’ll be just Adrienne and Marina with me as the only witness. The elevator dings and opens up, and my gorgeous wife is there to meet me (I texted her when I arrived). She’s wearing a charcoal gray business suit with a skirt just above her knee, off black pantyhose, and high heels - the same outfit she wore to work today, and she looks great as always. I kiss her, and can tell she’s nervous as she usually is before a big fight. She leads me by the hand into a cavernous supply and copy room with an open middle, several file shelves, a photocopy machine in the corner, and lots of stuff the ladies can use on each other in this “anything goes” catfight.

            Then I meet Marina for the first time, and I know right away why my wife hates her so much: she might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The tall Brazilian with medium-length, dark hair worn up in a clip and brown eyes behind stylish eyeglasses scowls at Adrienne with her arms folded as we enter the room. She’s about 5’10” (much taller than my 5’6” wife) and wearing a cream colored business suit with a shorter skirt than Adrienne’s, sheer nude pantyhose, and high heels that match her outfit. After Marina sees me for the first time she takes off her glasses then removes her hair clip and shakes her head to make her gorgeous hair cascade down, showing off her good looks to me in front of Adrienne as an act of dominance. Marina could easily be on a magazine cover with Playboy centerfold good looks. My wife is naturally very competitive and doesn’t like it when other women are hotter than her; she and Marina also started their jobs here at the same time and they’re in line for the same promotion. It’s no wonder they’ve quickly developed a deep-seated mutual loathing.

            This is a high stakes fight because whoever wins will go up for that promotion and will likely become the loser’s boss. Having a catfight rival as her boss would be an unbearable humiliation for Adrienne. I also came up with the idea of making this a “photocopy match”: the only way to win will be for one lady to press the other’s face or bare breasts on the copy machine glass and make a photocopy.

            I open up my briefcase, take out a ring bell with a mallet, and take out the recording equipment to set it up; I typically use at least two cameras. Adrienne and Marina just stand there with their arms folded staring at each other with looks of abject hatred as I work, looking incredible in their business suits that will soon be ripped to shreds (much to my delight).

            I roll the cameras, explain the rules (or lack thereof) to the ladies – anything goes, the only way to win is to photocopy the loser’s face or breasts, and the winner will go up for the promotion – and then I ring the bell with the mallet. The fight is on.

            Adrienne and Marina kick off their high heels and circle each other in stocking feet on the thin gray office carpet, as I zero in on them with a dry mouth from being so aroused. I can feel the sizzle between these two women; they absolutely hate each other. The tigresses take their time circling and feeling each other out with their sharp nails bared, and then my wife takes the first swing with her right fist but Marina blocks it and retaliates with a slug to the mid-section that makes Adrienne grunt and jump up a little. Marina then uses a judo throw to grab my wife and toss her to the floor before pouncing on the love of my life to grab her thick, dark, Italian hair and ram her head into the carpet a few times then slug her gorgeous face. Uh oh, that judo throw shows that Marina has some formal fight training. Combine that with her potent height and reach advantages and my wife could be in for a bad night, which makes me even more aroused. I’d actually be okay with an Adrienne win because I don’t want her to get too discouraged and quit catfighting, but I’ll always take an Adrienne loss and the weeks of consoling and nursing her back to health afterward. I feel so close to her and love her so much when she sobs in my arms after another bitter loss.

            But the fight just started and my wife is the queen of big comebacks. Adrienne fights back from below with a few hits to the kidneys and then grabs Marina’s hair and rolls on top of her. Now it’s Adrienne’s turn to slug her foe from a dominant position, but Marina reaches up, grabs my wife’s navy blue blouse between the sides of her dark gray blazer, and rips it open with buttons flying to expose her black bra beneath. Believe it or not I didn’t contact Marina at all and didn’t tell her about Adrienne’s weaknesses, but like I said my wife’s opponents just instinctively go after her big breasts. Adrienne retaliates with a head butt that knocks the supermodel-looking Brazilian flat on her back, and then Adrienne pins Marina’s wrists to the carpet, slithers on top of her, and bites Marina’s chin. Marina cries out and squirms on the floor, trying to buck my wife off of her. Losing the feud with Shauna taught my wife that she needs to fight dirty.

            A frantic Marina succeeds in bucking Adrienne to her side and then knees her between her legs. My wife’s skirt reduced the force of the blow, but it still got her. I love how Adrienne’s beautiful face contorts after a painful shot to her sensitive pussy – which is more tender than ever after Shauna twisted in that nasty steel wool dildo. As my wife is frozen from pain Marina gets her again with a second knee between the legs, and then a third.

            Marina then rolls right back on top of Adrienne and takes advantage of her ripped open blouse by tugging down my wife’s black lace bra and digging her nails into both tits like a pair of grabber claws. My Italian beauty bucks beneath her again in another attempt to get her off her as the Brazilian digs and twists her nails into Adrienne’s succulent titflesh, leaving visible marks that I zoom in on with camera #1. After digging in her nails Marina switches to raking them across my wife’s tits from top to bottom, leaving bloody trails as Adrienne shrieks. Marina finishes the boob assault with a big slug to my wife’s sensitive left boob, and then she gets up a little to punch Adrienne in the bare belly a few times, making a delicious fist on flesh slapping sound. My gorgeous bride grunts after each hard belly blow. I can tell from the precision and skill of the tall Brazilian’s strikes that she knows what she’s doing, and definitely has some kind of martial arts training.

            Marina grabs the slit of my wife’s dark gray skirt and rips it to have easier access to her pussy then grabs my wife by the blazer lapels and pulls her up to her stocking feet, slugging her all the way like a hockey fight. Adrienne retaliates with a few punches of her own, but she doesn’t want to get caught in a straight on slugfest with this taller, stronger woman. Marina succeeds in pulling off my wife’s blazer, yet she focused so much on ripping it off that Adrienne sees an opening and blasts Marina with a swift kick between the legs. The Brazilian’s shorter skirt makes her cunt an easier target, as her centerfold mouth forms an “o” while bending over from the sudden pain.

            Adrienne blasts her latest office rival a few times in the boobs and belly then actually picks her up and gives her a sloppy yet still effective bodyslam on the carpet, followed by a few stomps to the belly. As Marina writhes on the floor holding her tummy my wife grabs a metal slide ruler off a supply table with a smirk. I can tell she’s been waiting months to punish the tall bitch like this. Adrienne whaps the metal ruler across Marina’s body as the stunning Brazilian squirms, and after subduing her with quite a few ruler shots Adrienne takes a moment to grab her cream blazer and pull it off of her (with Marina fighting all the way) and then, after a few more whaps from the metal ruler, Adrienne rips open her foe’s blouse and then grabs her tan bra, tugs on it a few times, and snaps it off to expose Marina’s luscious tits. Nobody has boobs as nice as my wife’s, but I would slide my dick between Marina’s perfectly proportioned and perky Brazilian breasts and then come all over them any day.

            Adrienne, with a Cheshire cat grin, picks the metal ruler back up and whams it across Marina’s now bare tits. Ouch. After a few more whaps from the ruler there are red welts across both of the Brazilian’s boobs. Adrienne finally tosses the ruler aside, grabs her rival’s lovely dark hair, and drags Marina across the floor by the hair while she squeals and swishes her nylon legs on the carpet. Adrienne drags Marina to the perfect place, right near a large filing shelf, and then Adrienne’s grin gets even wider as she grabs the shelf, exerts herself… and topples the shelf right onto Marina’s body, trapping her beneath it!

            Marina moans with the big shelf across her body, with only her arms, bare breasts, and head exposed. It looks like my wife might pull off an upset and finally end her losing streak – she has Marina helpless and can do pretty much whatever she wants to her. Marina struggles and tries to push the shelf off, but it’s just too big. Adrienne starts by kneeling on Marina’s hair, getting a death grip on her nipples, and yanking them up hard – trying to rip her tits off. The Brazilian beauty moans. After yanking up Marina’s tits for a while Adrienne rakes them with her nails, giving her bloody streaks across her luscious boobs just like what Marina did to her. Marina can’t do anything to retaliate. My wife stands up and stomps her foe’s scratched raw breasts a few times with her off black stocking foot, and then retrieves one of her high heels, slips it on her right foot, and presses the stiletto heel into Marina’s clawed breasts one after the other as her rival squirms helplessly under the shelf, moaning in pain. Adrienne then jumps up and drives her right knee into Marina’s left breast, then grinds the knee into the breast like a mortar and pestle. After this tit torture my wife removes her shoe and twists the heel into Marina’s hurting left breast while sitting on her face. After twisting the shoe into Marina’s boob my wife tosses her heel aside, stands up, and then drives an elbow into Marina’s kisser – busting her lip. Adrienne then kneels next to her hated office rival and methodically slugs that pretty face she hates so much, bruising it up.

            Adrienne is having her way with her trapped office rival, but the problem is that she can’t win this way. She has to get her up, force her over to the copy machine, and photocopy those scratched up tits or her busted, centerfold face. My wife knows this, and works on lifting the shelf off of Marina. She can get it up somewhat, but it’s so heavy that she gives me a glance with her gorgeous, doe eyes, asking for help lifting it.

            I put camera #1 down, go over to the side of the shelf over Marina’s legs, and grab that end while my wife grabs the end that’s on top of Marina’s belly. We pick up the shelf, and turn it sideways to lean it against the wall. Alas, this gave Marina much needed time to recover – and my wife, with her ripped open skirt slit, is right over the hurting and very angry Brazilian. Marina has a clear shot right up at my wife’s off black nylon covered pussy, and she takes it by getting up and thrusting a huge punch right between my wife’s legs. My wife stops in her tracks, frozen from the pain with her gorgeous face going ashen, and a second, even harder cunt punch makes the love of my life slowly droop to her knees.

            I go back to camera #1 and pick it up to zoom in on the delicious look of agony on my wife’s face, not wanting to get involved anymore. I feel a little guilty but also even more aroused that my involvement led to Marina’s comeback. I guess I sabotage my wife’s fights even when I don’t mean to.

            Marina is furious, and makes my wife pay for trapping her under the shelf by grabbing her hair, pulling her up, and ramming her head into a shelf to the left of the one that toppled onto Marina. Marina then turns Adrienne around, shoves her back against the shelf, and slugs her hard in the bare belly with a loud, audible slapping sound – taking my wife’s breath away. After a few more slugs to the gut and then a brutal uppercut between the legs Adrienne is subdued enough for Marina to prop up a nude stocking foot, grab my wife’s tugged down bra, and pull it off completely to bare my favorite pair of tits in the world. The angry Brazilian tosses Adrienne’s top onto my right shoulder as a sort of mocking souvenir, and then it’s open season on my wife’s big, sensitive boobs with vicious, perfectly placed martial arts strikes to the bruised and scratched up spots as well as palm thrusts and dagger strikes to her nipples and areolas. My wife just takes it all standing with her back to the shelf, grunting or moaning after each booby blow. Marina ends the barrage with an absolutely brutal uppercut to my wife’s battered left tit that makes the love of my life emit an elongated scream while clutching the breast. Adrienne hates taking a hard uppercut to her particularly sensitive left boob; it’s like kryptonite for her. I once rented out a gym so Adrienne could have a foxy boxing match with Shauna, and my wife’s blonde arch rival ended the fight with authority in the 9th round with a huge uppercut to the left tit just like the one Marina just landed. My wife collapsed to the mat holding her left boob and screaming for the third knockdown of the round and a TKO defeat. Poor Adrienne was in control early in the fight but Shauna gradually turned the tide and completely brutalized my wife in the 8th round, then absolutely dominated the 9th round by knocking Adrienne down within seconds of the bell, getting her again within seconds of getting back to her feet, and then bullying her all over the ring and gleefully toying with her before finishing my wife off with the big booby blow – Adrienne didn’t land a single punch in the entire round, and her beautiful face was so beaten up and swollen that she was unrecognizable. After the bell Shauna dragged Adrienne to a corner and pulled her pussy into the steel post repeatedly. Shauna then stripped my wife, bound her with her wrists dangling in chains, and beat her up some more until leaving her beaten body strung up for me like that in nothing but her boxing gloves.

            That memory runs through my mind in an instant before Marina delivers her next attack: a few more punches to the belly followed by a forceful knee to the cunt that has my wife reeling. Marina takes a moment to strip Adrienne’s torn skirt down and then off of her, leaving her in just her ripped open blouse, off black pantyhose, and lace thong panties under the hose. Now that my wife’s pussy is exposed Adrienne goes after it with a series of hard uppercuts and then another knee. Adrienne fights back with a few feeble blows of her own, but she’s clearly on the defensive and needs to get her back away from that shelf.

            Marina stops my wife’s retaliation with a really nasty, straight on martial arts strike to Adrienne’s bad left tit, making my gorgeous bride close her eyes and gasp while softly putting her right palm over the raw meat-like breast. This gives Marina time to rummage around on the shelf, and grab a small bucket of sharp, metal thumbtacks - uh oh. With her left hand Marina grabs the waistbands of Adrienne’s pantyhose and panties, pulls them away from her body, and then pours the thumbtacks right into my wife’s panties. Oh my God. There are at least a hundred thumbtacks in there now. Marina then takes a step back and delivers a vicious KICK to my wife’s pussy to mash the thumbtacks against her crotch!

            Adrienne screams as she holds her crotch with her face contorted in anguish and disbelief. Marina socks her screaming face with a jab, and then a huge roundhouse punch drops my wife to the floor, laying her out. The Brazilian grabs Adrienne’s legs, drags her away from the wall, and then stomps the thumbtacks into her crotch! Poor Adrienne yelps and bucks on the carpet, feeling the thumbtacks pinching into her pussy. Now it’s Marina’s turn to retrieve one of her high heels, put it on, lift up and spread my wife’s ankles nice and wide, and then stomp the thumbtack-filled crotch of her pantyhose several times in a row – slowly and methodically, with Adrienne squirming on the carpet and running her hands through her hair from the pain. Marina finally presses the stiletto heel of her shoe right into my wife’s pussy and twists and grinds it in. Adrienne is beside herself with agony.

            Marina eventually lets up, takes her shoe off, drops to her knees, crawls up to Adrienne’s head, and bashes her a few times on the head with that heel. Adrienne’s office rival then cruelly digs the heel into her badly damaged left breast, before tossing the shoe aside.

            Marina gleefully socks my wife’s left tit a few times before grabbing her sweaty brunette hair with a hate-filled sneer, slowly pulling her up to her stocking feet, kneeing her in the thumbtack covered pussy (lifting Adrienne’s feet off the carpet), and then yanking off my wife’s tattered blouse to make her chest fully exposed. Adrienne takes the moment to elbow Marina in the belly, making her jump and yelp, and my resilient wife makes a comeback with a few blows, but the much more skilled Brazilian stops my wife cold with a martial arts strike to the left breast that makes her gorgeous face freeze in agony with her mouth open in an “o”.

            Marina then grabs Adrienne’s hair and walks her over to the copy machine. She wants to end this fight right now. Marina throws open the lid of the photocopy machine, which is already on and ready to go, and after a few clubbing blows she manages to shove Adrienne’s battered boobs onto the copy machine glass – actually getting some boob sweat and a little blood on the glass. Marina goes to push the button to photocopy those big tits and win the fight, but my wife drives an elbow into her gut just in time. Marina grunts and her stocking feet lift off the carpet. Adrienne gets her with another elbow, and then another, and then blasts Marina in the face to make her backpedal. As Marina staggers my wife runs up and clobbers her with a clothesline that drops Marina like a sack of flour!

            Adrienne is hungry for revenge as she wildly stomps her foe all over. After a thorough stomping Adrienne kicks Marina in the side to flop her onto her belly, and then my wife grabs Marina’s blouse and yanks it off so now both ladies are fully bare above the waist. Adrienne then jumps up and drives a nasty elbow into Marina’s bare back. Adrienne, furious, grabs Marina’s dark hair and bashes her face into the carpet a few times, then crawls over to her butt, zips down her slutty and barely-appropriate-for-work cream colored skirt, and pulls it down and off of her to leave her in just her nude pantyhose and skimpy cream colored panties. My wife can’t resist giving her rival a good slap to the ass before pulling her up by the hair for more.

            Adrienne puts Marina in a headlock under her left arm and socks her repeatedly with her right fist. My wife then slings Marina’s back into the wall right next to the copy machine, runs up, and plows her knee into the Brazilian’s fully exposed gut – knocking the wind out of her. Adrienne wants to pay her back for the tit punishment she suffered earlier so she blasts Marina’s boobs with a series of hard punches. My wife is pretty powerful and her blows can pack a wallop. The supermodel-like office rival yelps after each booby blow. My wife ends the fusillade with a crushing uppercut to the cunt, bending her over, and then Adrienne grabs Marina’s hair and drapes her face and tits across the photocopy machine’s glass. She could end her losing streak right here!

            But my wife made a critical mistake by not beating on Marina enough before trying to end the contest, and the Brazilian has lots of fight left in her. The stronger, bigger office rival fights to push her body up from the copy machine glass just as Adrienne reaches for the button, and Marina strikes my wife with a left elbow directly to her bad left boob as hard as she can. It’s a devastating blow, and poor Adrienne holds the sore breast while closing her eyes and gasping. Marina delivers another back elbow to Adrienne’s belly, and then turns around, clocks my wife across the face with a vicious right cross – staggering her – and then Marina capitalizes on my reeling wife by winding up and just absolutely CRUSHING Adrienne in the thumbtack-covered pussy with the hardest kick of the fight, lifting Adrienne’s feet off the floor as she clutches her crotch screaming wildly.

            There have to be at least 40 or 50 thumbtacks sticking in all parts of my wife’s pussy beneath her panties after that huge kick.

            Marina surges by hammering Adrienne with body and boob shots, and my wife withers from the punishment offering no retaliation whatsoever. With her obvious martial arts training Marina is like a surgeon with precise blows targeting exactly where my wife hurts the most. A second brutal cunt kick drops my wife to her knees with a devastated look on her face, and then Marina grabs her hair and says (in her sexy accent), “Let’s go for a little walk, sweetie…”

            Marina walks my wife by the hair over to a metal filing cabinet, clubs her across the back a few times, and then opens one of the drawers, rests Adrienne’s damaged left breast in the jamb with my wife on her knees, and then slams the metal drawer shut on Adrienne’s tit – absolutely crushing it inside the drawer! Adrienne howls out in terrible pain, and her breast might have some serious internal damage. Marina opens the drawer and slams it closed on my wife’s bad left tit a second time, and this time presses it closed as hard as she can to really crush a now tearful Adrienne’s breast inside.

            After over a full minute of this torture Marina opens the drawer, freeing the breast - and my poor wife holds her crushed tit like a broken toy. It’s about as badly bruised as a breast could possibly be (in addition to the scratch marks), and it droops misshapen to the lower left like a warped balloon that needs air. Adrienne’s cruel opponent pulls her away from the filing cabinet by the hair, knocks Adrienne’s hands away from the wounded boob, and then rams her right knee into my wife’s poor left breast. My wife can only gasp, in agony beyond screaming.

            The dominant Brazilian walks my wife by the hair over to a small table that has an array of goodies on it, and smirks when she sees an industrial strength stapler. It’s one of those staplers that can staple a large stack of papers, and it has long, sharp, mean looking staples pointing down from the business end like vampire fangs.

            Marina wants to make my wife’s boobs very acquainted with that stapler.

            She rocks Adrienne with a few more blows, including another knee to the left breast that makes my wife’s beautiful eyes water, and then rests her left boob on the table, positions the industrial strength stapler over it, and staples the top of her already scratched and bruised left boob with a ker-chunk! Adrienne shrieks as the staple sinks deep into her titflesh.

            Marina fills Adrienne’s left breast with those long, sharp staples: ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! …and my poor, poor wife emits high pitched feminine squeals after each one goes in.

            Marina, with an ear to ear grin, then moves on to the right breast: ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … … … ker-chunk! … with Adrienne still squealing after every one.

            Finally, after I lose count of the staples, Marina tosses Adrienne to her back by the hair like a dummy. Adrienne lies on the floor on her back writhing in anguish in nothing but her nylons and panties with her tits covered in staples, and I know she’s finished. It looks like my wife’s losing streak is going up to seven straight defeats, the poor thing. I love it – right now I’m so aroused watching her take this beating that I hope she never wins another fight again.

            Marina gets on the floor to my wife’s right, grabs her right arm, and then snakes her long, powerful legs around Adrienne’s breasts… and crushes them in a vicious boob scissor that works the staples in even deeper. It’s going to be terrible for poor Adrienne when she has those staples removed later… and that thought makes me so aroused I can barely stand it. Marina squeezes her legs together to crush my wife’s big tits, and Adrienne moans and swishes on the floor completely helpless.

            Marina keeps Adrienne in the boob scissor for quite some time, squeezing her legs tight and sometimes running them back and forth to really work her tits hard, with my wife looking amazing in defeat as she always does… until Adrienne’s moans fade as she drifts off and slips into unconsciousness, passing out in agony from the tit torture.

            My wife’s office rival looks over at me and says, “Awwwww… it looks like your slut of a wife can’t take it… what a pathetic bitch.” She then releases the boob scissor, pulls my wife up to her feet by the hair, with Adrienne out on her feet on wobbly legs, and then walks her like a puppet over to the copy machine to finish her off. Before putting my wife’s face on the glass Marina blasts Adrienne’s face with several heavy punches – picking her spots to mess up her face even more, focusing on her left eye to swell it up. She wants my wife’s beautiful face to look really battered for her mug shot. Marina then methodically places the more damaged left side of my wife’s face on the glass, slams the lid on top of her head, and then pushes the button. A flash of light goes across my wife’s face, illuminating the damage, and a photocopy of her bruised up, swollen face slides out of the machine into the plastic tray. She’s never looked better, and I’m going to cherish that photocopy as long as I live.

            I pick up the mallet – quivering with almost unbearable horniness – and strike the bell: Ding! Marina wins, and my wife LOSES… again. Her seventh consecutive loss.

            Yet Marina keeps running the copy machine with my soundly defeated wife’s face still on it, with the light going across her again and again. Marina’s going to make a copy for everyone in the office and leave one in each of their mail slots so everyone can see who the better woman is.

            The victorious Brazilian seductress then repositions my wife to mash her badly damaged, staple-filled boobs on the glass. She slams the lid shut again (eliciting a faint moan from Adrienne), and then presses the button to photocopy my wife’s tits as the machine sounds and a flash of light goes across her chest before a paper with a picture of my wife’s battered boobs on it slides into the tray. It’s a top of the line copy machine and the copies are crystal clear and very detailed. Marina once again makes a copy for everyone in the office, then slams the lid onto Adrienne’s back one more time. Marina then opens the lid, grabs my wife by the hair, and unceremoniously dumps her off the copy machine to make her crumple onto the floor.

            Marina will now go up for the promotion, and she will very likely be Adrienne’s boss within the next week. She must have lots of humiliating things in store for my poor wife when she starts working for her.

            Marina’s not finished though, much to my delight. She stomps Adrienne, and then grabs the waistbands of both her pantyhose and panties at once to strip them down her legs and then off of her. The black pantyhose are filled with thumbtacks, and I use camera #1 to zoom in on my wife’s really sore looking pussy – there are several tacks sticking into her pussy lips, a bunch sticking into her flesh all around her crotch, and there are even two thumbtacks sticking in her pubic mound and one grazing her clit. I can’t imagine how much it must hurt.

            Marina then takes a permanent magic marker and writes “LOSER” in big letters across my softly crying wife’s chest, rolls my wife over to sign her name with the marker on my wife’s ass that she just kicked, and then slaps Adrienne’s bare ass as the finishing touch. Marina then takes one each of the two photocopied pictures – one of Adrienne’s beaten and swollen face and another of her abused tits – signs her name to them, and kisses them to leave a lipstick kiss on each one. Like I said before, I will cherish these photocopies forever.

            Marina then takes my wife’s stripped off nylons, shakes out as many of the thumbtacks as she can, binds Adrienne’s wrists behind her back with her own ripped, runned, and hole-filled pantyhose, and then shoves Adrienne on her knees right in front of me. The Brazilian seductress then says, “You can HAVE this fucking bitch.”

            Marina then walks up to me, looking unbelievable covered in glistening sweat in nothing but her nylons and panties, pulls me toward her with my tie, and gives me a deep, long kiss right in front of my wife while grabbing my rock hard crotch under my dress pants.

            Adrienne, her voice muffled from crying, softly says, “…you stay away from him… you stay AWAY from him…”

            Marina ignores her as she finishes the deep kiss, lets go of my tie, walks over to my trounced wife, and gives her one last knee to the left breast – making my wife moan in deep pain and then slowly collapse forward in her binds. Marina grabs Adrienne’s hair, pulls her up, and says right into her ear, “I am the better woman, and you are now mine.” The sexy and dominant Brazilian then gathers up her things and leaves, victorious.

            After Marina leaves the office I wrap my defeated wife in a blanket and hold her in my arms for a while as she continues to softly cry. She really took a pounding tonight. When she’s ready I give her a loose fitting change of clothes I brought for her to put on, and we get ready to drive to the closest hospital so she can have the staples and thumbtacks removed.

            We decide to leave her car there and pick it up later, and I drive her to the hospital with her in the front seat leaning against the window with the blanket wrapped around her, occasionally sniffling after shedding many tears of defeat and humiliation. We occasionally hold hands in the front seat when I can afford to take a hand off the wheel. I think about my wife having the thumbtacks removed from her pussy and the long staples removed from her breasts after we get to the hospital, and I shudder to think how much it’s going to hurt. My wife just got her ass kicked and endured lots of punishment and torture to suffer a devastating, humbling, decisive defeat at the hands of her hated office rival, but she still has lots of pain left to endure on this terrible night for her… and amazingly erotic night for me…

Epilogue

            The alarm rings to bring my wife and I out of a deep sleep; it’s a week and a half after the fight, and last night her pussy was finally healed enough for us to fuck again. I love our consolation sex after she loses a big fight.

            Adrienne blows hair out of her face and gets up to shower and then get dressed for another day of Hell with Marina as her new boss. Marina went up for the promotion the Monday after defeating my wife and got it pretty quickly, and Adrienne has been working for her for a few days now. It’s been unbearable for my poor wife, just as I predicted. After getting out of the shower Adrienne comes in with a towel around her body, has me kiss and massage her lingering sore spots after getting her ass kicked by a better woman, and then she sighs and takes out the spiky vibrating egg that Marina forces her to wear at work every single day for brutal 10+ hour shifts. The dominant and victorious Brazilian forbids my wife from wearing panties while making her wear slutty, humiliating outfits with that damnable vibrating egg inside of her that Marina operates with a remote control. Poor Adrienne inserts the vibrating egg into her pussy, knowing her sadistic tormentor will turn it on as soon as she gets to work and drive her crazy with it all day, and then pulls up her uncomfortably tight pantyhose and snaps the waistband into place. She then puts on the rest of the outfit that Marina ordered her to wear today (including a pair of excruciating very high open toed heels), dreading what the mean bitch has in store for her at the office today.

            Marina loves to torment my wife however she can, like how yesterday she gave Adrienne an impossibly complex coffee order and then punished her harshly when my wife came back with the coffees and inevitably got something wrong; the Brazilian bitch brought my wife into her office, closed the door, made Adrienne bend over while hiking up her skirt to expose her nylon ass, put a pencil between her teeth to muffle her screams, and then beat her ass hard many times with a studded paddle. Adrienne’s ass was still red when she came home from work, teary eyed from another long day of abject humiliation.

            I must admit that I’ve gotten in touch with Marina over e-mail and we’ve secretly been exchanging ideas about ways to humiliate and torment my beautiful, defeated wife – like how I suggested that Marina make her wear a thumb tack bra all day, an idea that she loved and she’s going to make Adrienne wear it tomorrow. I’ve also been filling in Marina on Adrienne’s catfight and foxy boxing history and all of the punishment she’s taken and what her weaknesses are, and I’ve told Marina about Shauna and the fitness instructor who decimated my wife in three straight lopsided drubbings. It’s just a matter of time until I arrange a meeting between Marina and Shauna. We’ve also been toying with ideas about a rematch. It might sound terrible that I’m colluding with my wife’s enemy, but Adrienne does have a submissive side and part of her gets off on being punished and humiliated. I know because she likes to be tied up and spanked in the bedroom, among many other things (not lately though, understandably).

            I do feel bad for my beloved wife, though, and like before I’m worried that she might get discouraged and quit catfighting now that she’s lost seven fights in a row, all of them devastating humiliations. I have a plan to boost Adrienne’s confidence though, so stay tuned…

…the Adrienne Chronicles will continue in “Confidence Booster”.

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