Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting, Part 3
By Madcat
An innocent visit with an old friend turns into a nightmare of female domination.


"Go down to the basement and wait for me. I'll be but a moment." Denise
ordered her husband.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied and hurried downstairs. The last sexual encounter had
been short and sweet.

Only as Tom beat feet to the basement did her realize that the power shift was
near complete. There would be no turning it back simply by leaving this evil
place. Denise had all but confirmed that in their little conversation. It had
started with his wife apologizing and ended with him on his knees servicing
her. He needed a miracle.

By the time Tom reached the basement, he was angry and depressed. His old
friend was already down there, but Tom had trouble looking him in the eye.

"Man, you dribbled all the way up my nice, clean steps. I had to wipe it all
up!" the shorter man said, trying to be funny but it didn't work. Tom stayed
silent and sullen.

"Are you ready for the wrestling?" Mike asked, wearing the same white thong.

That got Tom's attention. "Wrestling?"

"Yeah, the Saturday Night Fights. It's kind of a regular thing around here.
Angie asks other couples over and we wrestle."

"Let me guess, its boys versus the girls."

"Mostly. But Angie takes all comers. Tonight's supposed to be a tag team."

"Have you ever beat Angie?"

Mike smiled, "No, I'm about 50/50 in my mixed fights but I can't handle Angie.
She is just too strong."

"Has anyone beaten her?"

"A couple of guys have. One was a weightlifter from the fitness club. He must
weigh 250. Another dude is a college wrestler. They were close in size but he
knew too many moves. Regular guys don't stand a chance."

"We have to win tonight." Tom said firmly.

"Yeah, right. I saw how you wrestle last night. It wasn't pretty."

"We have to find away to win. Have to. My life depends on it. You see how
Denise has been treating me. I have to stop her and this is the only the way."

"You are right. It is the only way." Came a female voice from the stairs.

Angie made her entrance. She wore a black one piece leotard that covered much
of her tanned body. Tom felt positively naked standing next to shorter woman.

"We were going to have a tag team match. It's usually best for rookies. But
I'm thinking a challenge match would be better. You and your lovely wife seem
to have a score to settle." Angie said to Tom.

"Yes, I guess we do." Denise said, making her way down the steps. She looked
stunning in her black outfit. It hid many of her sensual curves but lent the
blonde an evil aura and added to her dominant presence.

"Well let's get right at it then. Tom you can make the first challenge."

He looked at Denise and she stared him down. All trace of tenderness was gone
from her withering gaze. But Tom summoned his courage and refused to be
intimidated. "I choose Denise." He said, trying to hide his fear of the buxom
blonde.

But the husband could hide little from his wife of 6 years. She smiled and
said, "I accept."

Denise took his hand and led him out to the middle of the mat. Tom felt weak
and vulnerable in the white thong next to his better clothed opponent. But
that, he knew, was no accident. He stuck his chest out in a pathetic attempt
to look as tough as his wife.

She stuck out her massive breasts, overwhelming his silly gesture. "So this is
it. You want to beat me and resume our marriage the way it used to be. You
cling to your old ways as if they can save you. But they can't. You can't put
me back in a bottle. And I won't let you control me anymore. You know I will
beat you, don't you. You have known it all along. That's why you let me do
those things to you today."

Gulp! Tom was speechless. His lovely wife had him figured out.

The girl laughed haughtily and sunk her talons in deeper. "I'll give you one
chance to avoid this humiliating defeat. If you get on your knees and
surrender now, I won't destroy you. But if you choose to resist, then I will
be forced to crush you totally. Mind, body and spirit. What say you, coward?"

He couldn't believe this was his lovely wife: mother, elementary school
teacher and ex-cheerleader. The girl sounded like a professional wrestler. But
her speech had just reminded him of what he needed to do. He did not want to
live in her fantasy world. "Bring it on."

She really expected him to submit. He had been doing it all day long. But
somewhere the fool found his spine. Denise retreated a few steps and got ready
to wrestle. She really wanted to win. Call it fantasy, but the girl believed
the words she spoke. Denise knew her husband loved her. But the girl needed
respect too. When she saw Mike and the way he treated Angie, it opened up her
eyes to a whole new world.

It all started on a whim. The big blonde tried to be more assertive during
sex. Her husband submitted to her and she loved every luscious minute. The
ball started rolling and the wife pushed her man at every opportunity. Each
time he yielded to her growing superiority. She achieved much simply thru the
force of her personality.

But now it came down to physical confrontation. Tom was right. It all depended
on this. He could totally reverse her gains by affirming male supremacy in
combat. Denise advanced tentatively. She had no idea how to wrestle.

Tom did. Angie had caught him off guard last night. But now the old moves from
high school started to comeback. He dumped his wife on her scrumptious butt
with a leg grab. Denise panicked and tired to kick him back. It turned into a
wild melee but Tom managed to split her legs. She foolishly made no attempt to
flip over and her husband got on top for the first time that weekend.

He took hold of her wrists and started to force them down. Denise fought back
with sheer desperation. It took all his weight and strength to pin her.

"I won." He proclaimed, panting. It had been a short but hard struggle.

"Tom, challenge matches won are by submission only." Angie informed him.

"Do you submit, Denise?" The husband asked with a smile.

"No, never!" his wife replied, still struggling.

He reached down and squeezed one of her big hard nipples thru her one piece
suit. "Well?"

The busty replied with a slap to his face. It stung and Tom twisted harder.
Her body went rigid with pain but she refused to say the words. Denise
promised herself never to submit to him again.

Angie intervened. In all of her years of mixed combat, she had never witnessed
anything like it. She yanked Tom off his lovely wife and helped the girl up.
Denise walked over to the couch holding her wounded breast.

"OK, big guy, you won. But now it's my turn to make a challenge and I choose
you." Angie said, looking up at his smiling face.

"Can I refuse?"

"Nope."

"How about if I just give up?"

"Then we will play another game of ping pong. I'll even let your lovely wife
play a set."

Tom shook his head. He had no desire for any more mixed combat. The man had
soundly defeated his wife. All he wanted now was to take her bed and celebrate
his victory.

"OK, OK, lets go girl." Tom agreed. He actually started to think he could win
this next fight.

The two wrestlers crouched and circled each other warily. Angie noted Tom's
skill in his last match and did not want to make any mistakes. Tom, of course,
knew exactly what this chick could do. They both knew that the rest of the
evening depended on this battle. If Tom could pull this off, Angie would no
longer be calling the shots. Her entire world could fall apart.

Tom wanted the girl to strike first but she refused to take the bait. Finally,
he decided to plunge ahead. He went in fast trying for a take down.

The smaller girl gave him no room for a hold. His height worked against him.
Angie grabbed Tom's head, twisted violently and hip tossed the hapless male.
She had a lot of experience fighting larger male opponents.

He landed hard right in front of his shapely wife. Her long, tanned legs were
the first things the man saw when he looked up. She used one to tap him hard
on the forehead. Far from being cowed by her loss, Denise seemed savagely
intent on revenge. Tom recoiled from his wife's touch and went right in the
waiting arms of Angie. She picked up, put him in a full nelson and walked him
back over to the big blonde.

Angie's muscles bulged as she poured on the power. Pure pain racked his
shoulders. Tom quickly lost all enthusiasm for this battle. Angie was somebody
else's problem, not his.

"I submit!" he wheezed thru clenched teeth.

"What? I can't hear you." She said, dropping him to the ground.

But Angie gave him no time to recover. She grabbed his arm and looped it
behind his back.

"I submit. Please stop." He cried out, kneeling before his beautiful wife. He
looked up but saw no pity in her cold blue eyes.

But the little muscle girl didn't. She looked at Denise. "Would you like to
try?"

"You bet." Denise jumped off the couch and took her position behind her
wailing husband. The girl took a hold of his arm and ever so slightly yanked.
He tried to stand and relieve some of that awful tension but she kept him
down.

"Denise, stop, your breaking it." He howled.

"Then submit to me sweetheart."

"OK, I submit." Tom said the words. It almost felt like a relief.

The busty blonde dropped his arm and Tom simply collapsed. But Angie was far
from done with him. She grabbed an ankle and twisted.

"Here is another good submission move. Would you like to try?" The brunette
offered the blonde.

"Sure!" came the response followed by more pain. His submission came quicker
this time. The girls worked thru a battery of submission holds on the soundly
defeated male. Each time Angie demonstrated the move and his loving wife
supplied the agony. He submitted to her at least ten times. But the last one
was the most heinous.

"This is my favorite move, but it only works on boys." Angie stated. She
grabbed the back of Tom's thong and lifted his limp body into the air. Then
the nasty girl stuck her hand between his legs and grabbed Tom's nuts from
behind. "This one is a sure submission. In fact, you can get a guy to do just
about anything from here."

"Let me try." Denise said.

Angie dropped him to the floor. Tom felt a new hand lifting him off the
ground. She could not get his full weight up but the girl got him close
enough. Desperately the male pressed his legs together hoping to block his
wife's access. It barely slowed the big blonde down. Her fingers sliced
between his legs and battled their way to the prize. He submitted before she
got the chance to squeeze.

But Denise did it anyhow. "Lets see how you like it tough guy."

The tough guy almost fainted. He begged his wife to stop. "You win honey.
Please put me down. I'll be good. You can be in charge. I don't care."

She dropped him and had a short, private conversation with Angie. Tom didn't
care what they had to say. He simply crawled to the couch and sat down. He
nursed his privates believing that he was done wrestling for the night.

"Mikey, it's your turn for a challenge. Who do you want?" Angie, the mistress
of ceremonies, announced.

The smaller man looked at the buxom blonde and his wife nodded. No red blooded
man could resist the opportunity to roll on the floor with such a woman. "I'll
take Denise."

Angie came and sat by Tom on the couch. "Are you OK?" she asked. "I'm sorry if
we were a little rough on you but I thought your wife could use the lesson. Is
your dick still working?"

Before Tom could answer, the stout young woman had his thong down around his
ankles. Her hand fondled his private parts and Tom quickly responded. He
really like the feel of her hard muscles as the girl leaned across him. Only
when a male body crashed to the ground at his feet, did Tom realize that there
was a wrestling match going on.

He looked up to see his beautiful bride dragging poor Mike into the center of
the mat by his feet. His buddy looked totally outclassed by the wicked blonde
amazon. She placed her foot between his legs and Mike shouted a submission. It
obviously wasn't his first nor would it be his last. Denise looked back at her
husband and smiled.

Then the girl reached down and stood him up by his hair. She then stuck her
right hand between his legs and lifted the smaller male of the ground with
surprising ease. Tom would have guessed the two combatants to be about the
same weight but now he wondered as the girl paraded him around the mats at
chest height.

Her next move made Tom squirm. She body slammed poor Mike. He writhed on the
ground until she placed her foot on his neck to pin his head down. "Submit to
me again, wimp."

"I do. I submit. Please stop."

The big blonde looked over at her husband and smiled again. It was clear that
she intended this demonstration of female domination for his benefit. He
moaned in response. Confused, Tom looked down to see his manhood thick and
full in the brunette's hand. Sensing a sexual submission, Angie moved faster
and faster.

Denise continued her domination of the hapless Mike. She sat on his back and
quickly elicited more submissions just as Angie had taught her. But Tom could
no longer concentrate on the world around him as a great force built up inside
of him. He last saw his wonderful wife pick up his friend by his thong and
force the final surrender using the girl's favorite hold. Then his back arched
and Tom surrendered too.

When he came to, Tom saw his wife standing over his naked body. Her breasts
heaved with exertion but her eyes looked cold as steel.

"You're such a slut." Denise sneered, referring to his current state.

"But, I, it wasn't ... " He stammered in response. Tom had never been
unfaithful to Denise, but now she caught him literally in the hands of another
woman.

"Can it. Get out here and wrestle." The big strong blonde ordered.

"No way. I beat you once. I'm done for the night."

"Sorry, Tom, but Denise still has her challenge and she picked you. So put
your thong back on and get out there." Angie said, prodding him off the couch.

Tom stumbled and fell as he tried to pull up his thong. The male landed at the
feet of his loving wife.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." Denise said. She grabbed the thong and yanked
it painfully into position. Then, with one arm around his lean torso, the girl
hefted him on to his feet. "There, are you ready?"

"Give me a minute." Tom replied, placing his hands on his knees. He tried to
regain his sense of balance but his limbs felt weak and rubbery. The male
glanced at his wife and saw her basking in the light of her victory over Mike
who was still crawling off the mat. She looked stronger than ever.

The night had started on the right foot with his victory over Denise. But
things went terribly wrong after that. The girls repeatedly demonstrated that
they were stronger, smarter and tougher than the boys. Tom also realized that
he could never dominate his wife no matter what happened here. She would never
submit to him again. The lovely blonde would keep fighting until she won. It
was only a matter of time.

His loving wife slapped him in the butt. "Get up boy. Lets wrestle."

She stood there defiantly, straight and tall, with her hands on her wide hips.
And within easy striking range of her male foe.

"OK," Tom said, thinking he could take her by surprise. He lunged at her right
leg looking for a repeat of the first round takedown. But Denise was ready and
the male's attack lacked his previous speed and power. The big strong blonde
took a step back and stopped her husband cold.

It got worse from there. Her long arms wrapped around his torso and she lifted
his body into the air. Tom couldn't believe it as his loving wife held him
upside down.

"Didn't work this time, did it?" Denise gloated. The easy victory over Mike
filled the young woman with confidence. She knew that she could do the same to
her husband.

With that the girl let him slide to the ground, minus his thong. He now lay
naked at his wife's feet still in awe of her new girl power.

"Get up tough guy. This ain't over by a long shot." Denise said, twirling his
thong on her fingertip.

Tom got up warily, looking for a trick. It never came. But it was clear that
he was no longer the aggressor in this battle of the sexes. His loving wife
advanced on him like a huntress. The naked male retreated, suddenly reluctant
to engage the buxom blonde.

"You are afraid of me, aren't you?" Denise jibed him.

He didn't answer. They both knew it was true.

She finally cornered him. The girl grabbed his shoulders and swung him around.
Then she pushed and he went sprawling. Tom landed in the middle of the mat. He
tried to scramble to his feet but he didn't get close. His wife landed on his
back and smashed him down. The impact drove the air from his lungs. The
husband could barely raise an arm. Tom knew he was done. Denise now knew a
bunch of great submission holds. All he had to do now was wait for the pain.

The end came mercifully quick this time. The girl grabbed his nuts and forced
him to all fours. She squeezed.

"I give up. You win. I submit." He bellowed. It wasn't his first submission to
her and would not be his last.

"I know honey." Denise replied, with a hint of kindness in her voice. "You
should have done it right away. I don't like hurting you. It would have made
things much easier and saved you a lot of trouble. Now stand up."

Tom obeyed to the best of his ability. It was over now, his wife clearly in
control. She stood up with him, released his man grapes and took hold of his
hair.

Denise led him over to the couch. There, she sat down and laid him across her
lap. Tom received his first real spanking in front of Angie and Mike. Denise
lit up his backside and her husband squealed with burning pain. There was no
play acting this time. Tears of shame rolled down his cheeks.

"Don't let me catch you with another woman ever again." Denise said, on her
final slap. "Now get your thong on and go upstairs to bed."

He fled the basement just as he had the living room earlier. Tom did as he was
told and cried himself to sleep. His sore rear served as a constant reminder
of his wife's cruelty.

At 3 AM, he awoke and noticed that his wife never made it to bed. Quietly, Tom
sneaked out of the bedroom. He found his wife along with Mike and Angie. It
wasn't a pretty sight. His beautiful wife sat atop Mike and rode him for all
she was worth. Angie sat on her husband's chest, facing the big breasted
blonde. The girls obviously enjoyed each other's company. Tom seemed frozen by
this bizarre scene.

At that point Denise looked over her shoulder and saw Tom on the steps. She
smiled and then whispered something to the brunette. Angie stood up and Tom's
beautiful wife nuzzled the other woman's dark bush. Tom fled back upstairs.

Tom woke up at 10AM, his wife cradled in his arms. She stirred softly and for
a moment it seemed that life was good. Then he tried to move. Every jointed
screamed with pain. Fire torched his rear. Tom straightened, trying to work
the stiffness out of his battered body. Denise awoke and turned to face him.
Fear welled up in Tom as he looked into those blue eyes.

She smiled. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Last night just happened. It won't
change anything between us. I still love you. I always will."

"But what about Mike and ... " Tom said.

"Don't worry about that. I was just sowing some wild oats. Its over now. Can
we go back to the city and be our regular selves again?"

"OK, sure." Tom replied tentatively. It was what he wanted but he did not know
if it was possible. Denise leaned over and kissed him gently. The busty lass
wore her usual sleeping attire: nightie, bra and panties.

"You're the greatest." The girl said as she kissed him again. This time her
tongue entered his mouth. The passion escalated and before he knew it, his big
strong wife rolled on top. She pinned his arms and assailed him with kisses.
The djinni was out of the bottle again.

"Can I be on top this time?" He asked meekly, hoping that the girl meant what
she had said earlier.

Denise froze as if someone had splashed her with cold water. "Ah, sure, OK. I
didn't know you liked the top spot."

She got off her husband and stripped down to bare naked flesh. The girl looked
incredible, vibrant and strong. Her lovely, feminine form barely hinted at the
brutal power she displayed last night. Denise jumped on the other side of the
bed and said, "Come and get me big boy."

Tom smiled and did just that. He doffed the thong and went at her, eager to
take the top spot and satisfy his loving wife. His manhood hardened at the
mere thought. They kissed passionately and his fingers touched her big, firm
breasts.

Her lust was rising again. She arched her back and grabbed her husband by the
hair. The girl forced him to service her big hard nipples, which he did with
reckless abandon. But she kept pushing head down. Soon Tom lost his position
over her breasts and was reduced to kissing her hard, flat stomach. But Denise
kept pushing, slowly but inexorably, towards the nexus of her terrifying
libido.

At the last minute, Tom resisted. But he was too late. She tightened her grip
painfully and increased the pressure. The girl began to moan as soon as his
lips touched her glistening mound. He serviced her for at least 10 minutes
before her lust subsided.

"That was awesome, you're the greatest." Denise said, getting out of bed. She
bent down and kissed him chastely on the forehead.

"But what about me?" Tom asked, displaying his hardened man flesh.

His loving wife rolled her eyes. "OK, OK." She grabbed his wrists and threw
him back on to the bed. With his hands firmly pinned over his head, Denise
took his manhood deep in side her. She unleashed a savage fury on her
unsuspecting husband. Her legs grapevined his and the girl about pulled his
arms out of his sockets. It got worse as she entered the initial stages of yet
another climax. Her pelvic thrusts threatened to snap him in two. Fortunately,
they both came at the same time and her domination ended.

Everything had changed.

She tried to act normal in the car but Tom knew it was coming. They got home,
ate dinner and spent some quality time with the baby. Denise put Tommie Jr. to
sleep and big Tom got into bed. He wore his boxers and read a book quietly,
hoping that the djinni would stay in the bottle at least one night.

Denise came to bed wearing her usual nightie. She turned to Tom and he put his
book down.

"Yes, dear?" the man of the house said.

"I wanted to thank you for the wonderful weekend. And to think I didn't want
to go."

He preferred not to think on the weekend too much. This time last night, his
loving wife had him draped over her knee applying a scathing punishment. His
butt reminded him of it all the way back home. "Lets forget the weekend, just
like you said, OK."

"You're right Tom. Too much happened too fast. Don't let it upset you, OK?"

He nodded and Denise reached over, under the blankets and touched him. "Do you
want to get lucky tonight?"

Tom smiled. He didn't feel lucky anymore. "Not tonight sweetheart. You were
kind of, err, rough on me last night. I need some rest." It was the first time
in their many years together that he ever turned her down.

"OK, honey. How about I give you a nice back rub. It might make you feel
better."

The male agreed reluctantly. He loved back rubs but he would not truly feel
safe until the lights were out and his big strong wife was fast asleep. Denise
turned back the blankets. Tom rolled on to his stomach. He got his first
warning of disaster when she grabbed his boxers and removed them. The man was
naked now and vulnerable.

"Ouu, you are tense!" the girl said, massaging his shoulders.

For five minutes he got loving attention from his wife perched on his naked
rear. But he had not forgotten that she had stripped him. His wife had given
him hundreds of backrubs in the past and never touched his boxers. This felt
like clumsy seduction, or worse, an ambush.

"You have such big strong shoulders. Its amazing that I over powered you so
easily last night." The girl remarked, rubbing his neck.

Anger flashed in Tom at the implied put down but he refused to take the bait.
"Yes, honey, you were amazing."

"Remember how I got you to submit?" she said, getting off her husband and
standing beside the bed.

Then he felt it. Her left hand penetrated his legs and took control of the
family jewels. Denise quickly forced him to all fours.

"Honey, please don't do that." Tom begged her. He looked over his shoulder and
saw her cold blue eyes. The djinni was out again.

"Why not?"

"Because its uncomfortable."

"It doesn't look all that uncomfortable. Are you sure that's why you don't
like it. Maybe its because it gives me complete control over you?" She said,
still holding him.

"Well that too." Despite the compromising position, he felt himself
stiffening. Denise had that effect on men.

"Angie said that a man would agree to anything in this position. Do you think
that's true?"

"I'd imagine."

"Let's test it out, shall we. WILL YOU HAVE SEX WITH ME?" Denise thundered.

"Honey, please, one ... arrgh!" He wailed as she gave him a firm yank. "Yes,
OK!"

"Wow," Denise said, "its kind of like magic. You get one wish. Now go get your
thong on."

Tom got up and plodded towards his dresser. His enlarged tool pointed the way.
He stopped just shy and looked at his big strong wife. Tears of shame rolled
down his cheeks. "Please, honey, not tonight, not like this." Tom sobbed.

She simply opened a drawer and handed him a thong. It was the red one, the one
that started everything. Tom put it on reluctantly. It no longer felt alien or
hostile. It made him feel a little sexy.

"Now bend over and put your hands on my dresser." Denise said, sticking out
her big strong breasts.

"Yes, ma'am." The man of the house obeyed his wife's command, sticking his
butt out for her tender mercies.

He gulped when the busty blonde took a thin little belt from the dresser.
"Please, honey, don't whip me." The husband begged.

She gently caressed his taut buttocks with the whip. "But you deserve to be
whipped don't you?"

Tom was shaking now. Sure, he felt sexy and very much alive but the fear of
his lovely wife was overwhelming. "Why? What did I do?"

Denise ate it up. Having this big handsome male quivering in fear drove her
wild. But she played it cool just a little while longer. "Never turn me down
in bed again! Do you know how that makes a girl feel? Unwanted. Not sexy. Do
you think I'm sexy, Tom."

"Oh, god, yes." That was an easy one.

"That's better." The big strong blonde responded. She now used her hands to
caress his bare cheeks. "I think you are sexy too. Especially in a thong. No
more boxers, do you understand? It's important for a husband to look good for
his wife."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's better." Denise said, leaning over her husband's back while her hands
explored his virile body. "I think we understand each other a little better.
Don't you?"

"Yes ma'am." He replied. Tom understood his wife perfectly now.

With one quick motion, she tripped him up and landed her husband on his back.
Using he long, luscious leg, the girl pinned his throat to the ground. "Get
naked."

The man of the house obeyed instantly. Then he caressed her rock hard calve.

"I do have nice legs, don't I?" She said with her leg still extended.

"Yes ma'am." He wheezed. The big strong blonde withdrew the leg and smiled.
She doffed her panties and availed herself of his long shaft.

"Did you really think I'd whip you, sweetheart? I'd never hurt you. I'm not
that kind of girl." Denise said as she pinned his arms over his head.

"Sure, honey." Tom replied. He didn't even ask if he could go on top.