Fire’s day had been an emotional roller coaster ride up to this point, and the ride was only half over, with the steepest hills yet to come. She woke up in a state of depression, laying in bed and thinking about her situation. Her husband had moved out of their apartment over a month ago and had her served her with divorce papers a few days later. She had been trying to reach him since, but he did not return any of her messages. She knew that his relationship with Helen had come to an end, based on the two women’s “discussion” immediately after Helen had lost her championship title to ToniAnn. But still he did not call her back. She rose out of bed mechanically and moved around in a haze. Her first stop was the gym, where she met Barbie Doll and went through an uninspired work-out. She had agreed to team up with Barbie Doll in order to compete for the vacant tag team championship, vacated by the split up of the former champions, ToniAnn and Sunshine. Even though the tag team tournament was to take place on the following night, it was obvious that Fire was unmotivated throughout their session together. She left a concerned Barbie Doll after that and wandered home, still in a funk, only to be emotionally uplifted by a message on her answering machine. It was a message from her husband who asked her to meet him at a local nightclub that night to talk. Fire was energized, naively thinking that this would be her chance to convince him to reconcile. She spent the rest of the day getting herself ready for the rendezvous. She picked out a sexy, black mini dress and spent hours in front of the mirror, primping and prettying herself. She slipped on the dress, a high cut, skin tight, little number with spaghetti straps. She then checked herself over one last time and headed out. She arrived at the club 20 minutes early and took a seat at an empty table toward the back of the smoky, crowded club. Her palms were sweating as she ordered a martini to clam herself down. She attracted some mild attention from some of the guys in the club, who noticed her sitting alone, but they did not approach her. She took a gulp of her drink and checked her watch. Her husband finally arrived a half hour later and sat down, not even kissing her hello. The first few minutes were awkward, but eventually the conversation began to flow more easily and the two began to talk more candidly. Fire’s hopes were high, but the signals her husband was sending gave no reason for her to feel that way.

They continued to talk when Fire noticed a stir coming from the guys who were standing a few feet away from their table. As Fire turned to see what the fuss was all about, her face dropped. Helen was making her way over, and she was dressed to kill. Fire’s husband, noticing his wife’s expression, also turned, but his face lit up when he caught a glimpse of Helen. She was wearing the identical dress as Fire’s, but Helen filled it out quite differently. Not one to usually wear excessive make-up or spend a great deal of time on her looks, Helen looked quite different than she usually did and was gorgeous. Her dress looked as if it were shrink-wrapped onto her body, her large, firm chest sticking out proudly in front of her. Her legs looked as if they were five feet long as she strutted closer, ignoring the catcalls from her male admirers. Her long, thick, black hair was pushed back on the sides with Mousse, and her eyes were made up to look very exotic. Her lips were glossed over giving them a full, moist look and her cheeks had just the right amount of blush to accent her face. She had captivated all of the men in the club, including Fire’s husband as she reached the table. “Well, well, well. The happy couple,” Helen said sarcastically. Fire sneered up at her and defensively shot back, “Why don’t you just leave us alone”. “Gladly” replied Helen as she flirtatiously ran her hand beneath Fire’s husband’s chin, “I’m done with both of you anyway”. Fire stood up, enraged and whispered angrily, “Leave him alone champ! Oops, I forgot you’re not the champ anymore are you?” she concluded acerbically. Helen’s expression turned cold and she faced Fire and responded, “Maybe not, but I can still kick the shit out of you!”. Fire had no response, she just stood there as her husband gazed up at Helen, spellbound. Desperate to break Helen’s spell, Fire challenged her, “Any time you want to prove it!”. Helen smiled, “I thought I already had, but if you want to try again, my apartment is only a few blocks away...”. Fire’s husband turned to her and looked for her reaction. Fire was willing to do anything to win him back, and decided to accept the challenge. “Okay, let’s go” she said, and with that Helen turned and sauntered away, followed closely by Fire and then by her husband. They walked the few blocks to Helen’s apartment silently, Fire following nervously. Although she was anxious about what lie ahead, her adrenaline was pumping and she was highly motivated. They reached Helen’s apartment and stepped inside. It was a large loft on the top floor of a warehouse which had been partially converted to a residential building. It consisted of one enormous room surrounded by large picture windows on both sides. On one of the other sides was a small kitchen and the last side had a door which led to the bedroom. The living room was sparsely furnished, a couch and chair in one corner, facing a television, with an area rug in the center. The rest of the room was mostly empty except for a smattering of exercise equipment. There were mats on one section of the floor, apparently for wrestling. Fire surveyed the apartment as her husband went and sat down on one of the chairs.

The two women stood on opposite ends of the room and faced each other. They agreed to strip down to their undergarments to wrestle, but before they did, Helen presented the rules. “This isn’t wrestling, my dear, this is catfighting so anything goes! The first one to say ‘I Give’ loses.” Fire looked back and sneered, “Well then you better practice saying those words” she proclaimed confidently. Helen chuckled mockingly as she slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Fire began to disrobe as well and her husband, already aroused, squirmed in his seat at the sight. As their dresses fell to the floor, it was obvious these ladies each had big plans for the evening, which did not include a catfight. But they had crossed paths, quite by coincidence, and although they both had a much more peaceful and passionate conclusion to the evening in mind, they were nonetheless ready for battle. Fire had dressed provocatively in the hope that at the end of the evening she would be making love to her husband, whereas Helen knew she would be having sex with someone, but she just wasn’t sure who that lucky man would be. As Fire bent down to slip her dress over her feet, she glanced over at her husband, sitting on the chair. A feeling of frustration and loneliness gripped her as he was staring intently at Helen, ignoring his wife. But based on what Helen was wearing, it was obvious why he had directed his attention toward her. Whereas Fire was wearing a black miracle bra, black thing panties and a pair of black, thigh high stockings, Helen’s lingerie was much more erotic. She wore a white, lacy, shelf bra which barely covered her nipples. Further down her taut body she wore a white, lacy g-string which was attached to her white, silk stockings by a white, lace garter belt on each leg. She looked as if she were about to be photographed for a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog, and the effect it had on Fire’s husband was hard to miss. Helen stood 5’8” and weighed a svelte 135 lbs. Her body was dimpled and contoured, evidencing the hard work she had put into developing it. Her skin was milky white which was complimented by her white lingerie and set off by her contrasting jet black hair which flowed over her shoulders. Fire stood 5’5” and weighed 125 lbs., but her body lacked the definition of her rivals. In fact her midsection, although relatively flat, was quite spongy. She too had black hair, although much shorter than Helen’s. Her skin tone was also different than Helen’s, more along the lines of a cream colored, compared to Helen’s milky white. Fire realized that in terms of physical appearance she had been upstaged by Helen yet again, but expected to compensate for that by being superior at the end of the fight.

Helen stretched her legs as Fire yelled across at her. “Are you ready?” Helen looked back and without warning, let out a primal scream as she dashed across the room at her. Startled, Fire set herself just as Helen reached her, but Helen instantly grabbed hold of her hair with both hands. She pulled Fire’s hair with all of her might, tossing her head from side to side. Fire’s entire body jostled back and forth as her head ached from the forceful grip. She desperately reached forward and dug her nails into the front of Helen’s shoulders. Helen wailed in pain as Fire then raked her fingers down Helen’s chest before grabbing hold of her bra and pulling it down to her waist. Helen looked down at her burning breasts and noticed the four red streaks down each of her fully exposed breasts. Although no blood was drawn, the pain from the scratches was intense. Helen’s eyes turned red with anger and she lunged forward, screaming, “YOU BITCH!”. She intended to grab hold of Fire’s hair again, but Fire reacted quickly. She thrust her foot into the air and kicked it up between Helen’s slightly spread legs, driving it into the inner thigh of Helen’s left leg. Helen’s arms fell to her sides as Fire kicked her other leg up and rammed her foot into Helen’s right inner thigh. Helen’s legs got wobbly and she slowly dropped to her knees. Fire reached down to grab a hold of Helen’s hair, but the angry brunette reached forward and dug her nails into Fire’s crotch. She squeezed her hand together, locking her fingers tightly into Fire’s sensitive region. Fire squealed loudly as Helen slowly pushed herself onto her feet, still clenching her tortured opponent’s private parts. Fire was in agony as Helen wrapped her other hand around her throat and with a grunt, hoisted her into the air and gradually up over her head. Fire’s extended body was now pressed into the air and she was gurgling and choking as she tried to scream, but was being choked by Helen’s vise-like grip. Helen took a few steps forward and displayed her prey’s body to her husband, moving closer so that he could get a good look at her cringing kisser. Fire was in agony, humiliated at being displayed in such a painful manner before her husband, but then Helen turned toward the couch and dropped her forcefully down onto it. Fire’s body plunged downward before sinking into the couch, bouncing off of it and then smashing to the floor. She rolled onto her side, whimpering like an injured animal while clenching her legs tightly together as Helen moved in.

Fire’s husband wriggled as he sat in the chair directly in front of the two women, despite his wife’s perilous situation, his arousal was apparent. Helen stood over the cringing Fire, her large, scratched chest sticking proudly out in front of her. She looked down again at it again and the rage returned to her eyes upon noticing the scars. She grabbed hold of Fire’s legs and dragged her across the room into an open area, away from the furniture. She then lugged her legs further into the air which lifted all but Fire’s shoulders off of the floor. She pressed Fire’s ankles against either side of her head, grasping them tightly in her hands before beginning to spin in a circle, causing Fire’s shoulders to lift off of the floor as her body orbited around the rotating Helen. She completed several full revolutions, building up momentum as Fire’s body lifted parallel to the ground. It continued to circle Helen, her arms stretched out helplessly as they sailed out in front of her. Helen then, still spinning, released her grip and Fire became airborne, sailing across the room and toward the wall. Fire’s body smashed against it with a loud THUD, almost as if she were in a cartoon, and then slowly slid down it, landing in a heap on the floor. Helen charged over to her dazed opponent and quickly grabbed hold of her hair, hauling her off the floor. She pulled her up with her back to the wall and then pinned Fire to it by grabbing hold of her wrists and pulling them over her head. She then drew Fire’s wrists together, fully extended over her head and with her left hand, pressed them tightly against the wall, holding her in place. Fire’s eyes were glassy and she had a harried, thunderstruck expression on her face. Helen then took her right arm, cocked it behind her and sent a devastating punch into Fire’s defenseless, spongy stomach. Helen’s fist was absorbed by Fire’s soft midsection, her skin collapsing around it before it rebounded back out. Fire’s mouth opened wide as she moaned loudly while her head lurched forward, but Helen kept her held pinned firmly to the wall. Helen then leaned forward while opening her mouth widely and then slowly closed it around Fire’s nose. She bit down as hard as she could, biting Fire’s nose so hard that the embattled brunette began to scream and tears formed in her eyes. At the same time, Helen launched her knee upward, driving it square into the center of Fire’s thong panty. The jarring blast landed just above Fire’s vaginal area and caused a shooting pain to emanate throughout her entire lower body. Fire’s body went limp and she started to slump down, but Helen kept a tight grip, still pressing her up against the wall. She eventually opened her mouth and backed her head away a few inches while looking at Fire’s face. Her nose was bright red and circled by teeth marks and her eyes were translucent and watery. Helen then reached forward with her free hand, and in one motion, unsnapped Fire’s bra in the middle. Since her back was pressed tightly to the wall, it did not fall off, but instead sagged to either side of her body. Helen looked straight ahead and laughed. “No wonder you’re always grabbing my chest!” she taunted, “You don’t have one of your own!”. Fire’s now fully exposed breasts were petite, much smaller than Helen’s. She felt ashamed that she was being abused in front of her husband, but Helen was not done. She lifted her knee between Fire’s legs, pressing it against the wall so that it acted like a shelf used to hold Fire up by her groin. She then released the grip on Fire’s wrists, causing her arms to drop to her sides and her upper body to topple forward. But as she fell forward, Helen quickly reached up and grabbed hold of her breasts, digging her long fingernails into the skin around Fire’s small, sensitive nipples. The tortured brunette began to scream again as Helen’s face strained from the tightness of her grip. Fire began to sob uncontrollably as Helen began to laugh. Slowly she loosened her grip and as Fire slumped forward, she immediately pushed her own body forward, placing her large breasts directly over Fire’s face. She pushed her body forward, pressing her chest to the wall, Fire’s head trapped beneath it. Fire’s body eventually began to twitch as her entire head was engrossed by Helen’s chest, cutting off her air supply Her arms began to flail wildly at her sides as she tried desperately to wriggle free. Helen pushed herself forward with as much force as she could, making sure not to release the pressure.
After what seemed like an eternity, Helen backed away, lowering her knee and dropping Fire’s body to the floor like a cadaver. Fire’s topless body was screaming with pain as Helen backed away, sauntering over to Fire’s husband who remained seated on the chair. She sat herself down on his lap, stretching her legs over one arm of the chair as Fire sobbed on the floor, slowly looking up. Fire’s husband was uncomfortable with the situation, but he was unable to control his stimulation. And once Helen stuck her chest in his face, an unavoidable smile spread across his lips and in his eyes. Angered but in torturous pain, Fire slowly pushed herself up off of the floor, every movement a painful, tedious struggle. Gradually she got to her hands and knees as Helen kept one eye on her desperate struggle and the other on her husband, who was joyously ogling her breasts. As Fire steadied herself on all fours however, Helen jumped up off of his lap and immediately stood over her. She positioned herself alongside her tormented victim, who remained on her hands and knees, her wounded breasts drooping down in front of her. Helen then lunged her foot up at Fire, driving it into her fleshy belly. Fire let out a loud gasp and then toppled over onto her back, clutching her injured midsection with both arms. Helen chuckled as she watched Fire writhe in pain. She looked over toward the chair and winked at Fire’s husband, who was cringing as he sat on the edge of his chair and watched intently. Helen reached down and grabbed hold of both of Fire’s wrists before dragging her across the room and dumping her at her husband’s feet. She then flipped her over onto her stomach and walked down to her feet. Reaching forward, she grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright directly in front of him. Fire’s eyes were exactly even with her husband’s as Helen then planted her foot between Fire’s shoulder blades and grabbed hold of both wrists. She pushed her foot forward while at the same time pulling Fire’s arms back behind her, stretching her body. Fire’s shoulders arched backward and her bruised, little chest jutted forward, just a couple of feet away from her husband’s face. He tried to sit back in his chair and not look, but Helen screamed at him. “Look, look at your wife!” she demanded. Fire’s face was distorted with pain, tears running down her cheeks as she grimaced. Her chest was red and bruised and her body was slick with her own perspiration and tears. Her arms felt as if they were about to be yanked from their sockets as Helen continued to tug them behind her. With the pain becoming unbearable, Fire finally whispered, “I Quit”, but Helen was not satisfied. “Did you say something?” she asked mockingly while still keeping the hold firmly in place. “I QUIT!” yelled Fire, her voice cracking. Helen smiled and looked forward at Fire’s husband. “Did you hear that?” she asked. He sat stoically, a stupid grin on his face. Helen kept the hold in place and asked again, “DID YOU HEAR THAT?” she screamed. He shook his head up and down before finally Helen released her grip of Fire’s wrists and sent her tumbling forward into her husband’s lap. He did not know what to do as his wife buried her head in his lap and began to cry. Helen stepped back and began to laugh, “You want him, well there he is!”. She then walked forward and pulled her off of him, knocking her to the floor at this feet before she sat in his lap.
As Fire cowered on the floor at their feet, Helen whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you go out and get us a bottle of wine so we can celebrate my victory together. That will give me enough time to get her out of here.” He looked puzzled, and leaned forward to check on Fire. “Are you okay?” he asked half- heartedly. She waved her hand at him as if to say, “Leave me alone.” He then got up nervously, put his jacket on and shuffled toward the door. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes” he said as he looked back one last time before closing the door behind him. Helen then walked over to Fire and leaned down next to her. “I’m not quite finished with you yet. You’re not going anywhere!” she said evily, before stomping her foot down into Fire’s belly. Fire grunted and rolled onto her side, fearful of what Helen had in store for her. Helen grabbed her by the legs and dragged her over to the kitchen. She dropped her legs to the floor and pulled her stockings off, tossing them near her feet. She then wrapped her arms around Fire’s waist, lifted her up and dropped her down into one of the kitchen chairs. Fire tried to resist, but offered little struggle as her exhausted body was wracked with pain. Helen then crouched down, grabbed one of Fire’s stockings from the floor, and began to tie her leg to the leg of the chair. Finishing that she moved onto the other leg and repeated the process. Realizing what was happening, Fire tried to wiggle herself free, but Helen cocked her fist and delivered a hard punch into the right side of Fire’s face, knocking her back into the chair. She then went into one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a roll of Duct Tape. She unrolled the tape and began to wrap it around one of Fire’s wrists, and then the other, taping her hands together. She then wrapped the tape around the back of the chair to hold it all in place. Fire wiggled back and forth in her seat, but her arms and legs were now bound and she had no escape. “What are you doing to me?” she asked beggingly. Helen just smiled, pulled off a long piece of tape and placed it over her mouth. She wrapped it around her head twice so that it was secure, and then slid the chair over to a remote corner of the room, away from the furniture. Helen looked down sadistically at her hostage, who was topless and bound, her small breasts red and bruised. She then walked back and began to turn all of the lights in the apartment off, leaving only a small nightlamp on a living room table to illuminate the section of the room where the furniture was. Helen sat down on the couch and looked across the room, but it was too dark to see the bound Fire from that section of the room. Helen smiled again before walking into the kitchen. She rolled her neck and took a deep breath, releasing any remaining tension from her body. She took out a large glass, filled it with ice and then with water. She took a long gulp, drinking about a third of the cup as the cold water trickled out of her mouth and ran down her body. She then heard the elevator ring and realized that Fire’s husband would be back any second. She quickly walked over to the darkened corner of the room where Fire was sitting, took the cup and callously tossed the remaining water and ice into Fire’s face. The cold water jolted Fire whose head was dropped in front of her, but she was unable to move or speak. The ice cubes fell into her lap and remained there, slowly melting on her and adding insult to injury. She tried to scream, but the muffled sounds were almost inaudible, nonetheless Helen gave her a smack across her right cheek to discourage her from making any further noises.

Her husband walked back into the apartment and Helen immediately directed him over to the couch. They were close enough for Fire to see and hear everything, but far enough away so that they could not see her in her dark corner. Helen took advantage of the unique opportunity to further emotionally scar her rival. She started to ask him questions about the break-up of his marriage, and because he was unaware of Fire’s presence and also because he was eager to please Helen, he began to speak candidly. “Fire was great for the first few years of our marriage.” he began. “I never knew what I would be coming home to. Some nights she would be a wild sex kitten, other nights she would be a crazed bitch, and still other nights she would be a cute little girl. But whatever it was, it was always exciting and always fun, and I loved all the different sides to her. She was also a wild woman in the wrestling ring. She didn’t win all of her matches, but the ones she won she won viciously. She would always make sure she got in that extra stomp, punch or kick at the end, even if it wasn’t necessary. And even when she lost, she would still fight like an animal to the end. You would almost have to kill her to pin her. She fought until the end no matter how badly she was losing. It really turned me on. But for the last year or so she changed. All she wanted to do was cuddle and talk. She became boring and one dimensional. Our sex life turned stale and even in the ring, she didn’t have that sharp edge anymore. I mean a few years ago she would have given you a much better fight. In fact she might even have beaten you. But look at what you did to her tonight. I mean she didn’t even fight back!” Fire took it all in and began to cry. The tears rolled down her cheeks, even though she could not be heard. Her husband continued, “Now you are alot like she used to be, only better. You’re better looking, have an amazing body and you are even more vicious than she used to be”. Helen smiled, even though she had no interest in him whatsoever. She was using him to hurt Fire, but the worst was yet to come. Having talked enough, Helen decided to change the tempo. She moved closer and began to kiss and caress him, pressing her bare chest up against him. He immediately and enthusiastically followed her lead and eventually did things to Helen that he had never done to Fire in all the years they were married. After an extended period of foreplay, Helen mounted him and they began to have sex. It continued for a full 15 minutes before, in the heat of the moment he blurted out, “I love you Helen!”. Fire felt a quiver throughout her whole body and was devastated. This type of torture was far worse than anything Helen could have done to her. Helen finished up and took a few seconds to catch her breath, her body glistening under the dim light. She then got to her feet and began to turn on all of the lights in the apartment. Fire’s husband was shocked to see his wife sitting bound and gagged in the corner. Helen walked over and untied her, ripping the tape off of her mouth and around her head, yanking out wads of hair from her head in the process. “Okay, I’m done with you two losers, now get the hell out of here!” she screamed angrily. Fire’s husband was shocked. He sat motionless until Helen screamed again. “Get out you loser, and take your loser wife with you!”. He nervously grabbed his clothes and slipped them on as Fire wearily reached for her clothes. She changed slowly and gingerly before she limped out of the apartment, followed meekly by her husband. Whatever hope Fire had of saving her marriage had just been ruined by Helen. She was crushed, emotionally and physically. They rode down in the elevator together in silence and walked out of the building together. He turned to her and began to speak, but Fire interrupted him. “No. There’s nothing to say” she said sadly, tears still rolling down her bruised face. And then she turned and limped away as he stood there watching.
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