Maria's third fight: The Pub Showdown
The defeat by the two pub girls in our apartment had left my wife physically and emotionally exhausted
Maria was more beaten and wrecked than I had seen her before even after the trauma of the car park fight on Halloween. It had been a full hour before I had been able to get out to the bin store after the blonde and her friend had left. They had pushed the bolt across from the outside trapping my wife. I could hear her moaning and faintly tapping trying to attract attention as I walked up to the door, feeling slightly relieved our neighbours hadn't been out to empty their rubbish. I knew the bin store light was broken so Maria had been lying for the hour in total darkness and we'd had trouble with rats getting in and helping themselves. I pulled the bolt and opened the door.
Maria was lying on her side naked half covered in sloppy garbage spilt out of one of the food waste bins. She was trying to cover her tits then realised it was me and started to moan. She was too weak to stand so I had to half drag half carry her back inside her head lolling against my shoulder. She was covered in the spilt garbage especially her lovely long blonde hair which was now thickly matted with filth of all kinds and hanging in shreds and had to be washed three times before it was even half way clean. I put her to bed still naked and she slept for nearly fifteen hours.
Her breasts were not as badly marked as we thought. The bite around her left areola turned out to be only bad bruising, the blonde had obviously not fully used her teeth, and the cuts to the right breast were mostly to the underneath side with only one, more a scratch than a cut, visible and which was easily hidden by makeup and fake tan. We were both upset, Maria more that she'd been humiliated by being thrown out of her home than by her injuries which like last time thankfully proved to be only superficial and quickly healed.
The real issue was what we could possibly do now to get our own back on the blonde and her dark haired friend. Maria was understandably worried about going back to the pub at all in case they just found an excuse to set on her again but it was our favourite gastro food pub and we had been regulars so we're both anxious to get back if we somehow could.
Two months later we found a way.
As regulars we were on the pubs email newsletter and database mostly for giving information about special offers or events such as quiz nights or tribute acts we would never even think of attending, but then came the bombshell.
It seemed the pub was being taken over by a big brewery chain, being rebranded and was apparently to have a completely new management team which sounded like it might involve new staff as well. We decided that I would go one evening after the reopening just on my own, have a drink at the bar and see what I could find out. In the event I didn't need to.
The pub's website soon posted staff resume's inviting customers to 'meet the new team' We saw to our horror that the previous manageress, the vicious blonde, was not only being kept on but was in fact promoted to manager of this pub and two others nearby and that the new gastro manageress was to be her friend the dark haired girl who's name we realised with some amusement we hadn't ever even known but it was apparently 'Micha' who had double-teamed the blonde in the car park and in our apartment. The resume said the new gastro manager was a keen fitness enthusiast, which maybe explained how she and the blonde, who's name we never ever found out, had beaten Maria up so badly in the car park.
We joked that they were probably both fitness fanatics but at least they wouldn't let them wear their fitness gear to work.
Joking aside the thought of the dark haired girl who had been screaming for the blonde to 'cut her tits off' in our apartment less than two months ago now being in charge didn't greatly encourage us to try again, and if she was a friend of the blonde we worried, and i maybe fantasised, that we might be faced with both girls at the pub in a repeat of Halloween.
However after a lot of talking and even more glasses of wine we decided to give it another try and booked. We decided on a Friday evening quite late, in a week's time.
I was secretly quite looking forward to seeing the barmaid again. She had sat next to me on the sofa in our apartment and sexily put a hand on my leg telling me to get more wine so they could 'sort your missus out...' and as I remembered was really quite attractive.
The same height as my wife but with a gym fit toned figure. I remembered her boobs looked at least the same size as than Maria's but firmer than my wife's pushing out the tight sports tops that she and the blonde had both been wearing showing the outline of quite large nipples. They were two fit and very sexy women, the blonde just a little taller than my wife. I made a mental note that if we did see her again I would be looking at her boobs closely and comparing Maria's.
Maria had put on weight during the time she'd spent recovering and been unable to get to her exercise. She was now a full 16 for her tighter outfits, and a full 36DD bra. My gorgeous sexy and amazing missus.
We realised we'd been a bit crazy on Halloween and thinking about it had been lucky to have been allowed in at all Maria had worn such a deliberately slutty outfit. We were determined to do better this time.
Maria had a hair appointment in the morning to have her roots recoloured and new nails too. We decided on one of our favourite dresses a mid length wrap around style in deep red velvet. It always looked stunning on. Maria loved wearing it and I loved seeing her in it. Blonde hair down her back, her favourite choker necklace and new Lancome perfume. No bra due to the wrap around style as it would show so we had fun attaching diamonte nipple covers on the very ends of my wife's gorgeous breasts.
8.30 and the taxi arrived for the short journey to our local.
We were both laughing a bit too loudly and a little nervously. Maria paused one leg out of the taxi, her dress riding obligingly up her thighs
"plenty of time for that later babes..." i joked, we don't want them throwing us out before our starters" and we both laughed again.
I put my arm around my wife's waist as we walked to the door feeling the silky velvet material against her soft skin, enjoying the warmth of her body through the dress and the warm vanilla scent from her new perfume. We kissed and Maria's confidence was returning.
They knew our name straight away and we had almost our usual table in the corner beside the bar as if we'd never been away. We sat down, Maria's dress half way up her legs again and looked at the drinks menu.
"good evening, would you like to order free cocktails on the house..."
We couldn't believe it, not a waitress but the new manageress herself walking up to our table
She saw me peering at the name badge on her shirt with manager written on it and said " Its Micha...I'm the manager now"
She said she had recognised our name from the booking sheet, told her area manager friend and she had said we could have free drinks all evening to apologise for what had happened in the car park back on Halloween. I noticed the brunette didn't make any attempt to apologise for what had happened in the apartment later, had they felt that was a fair contest? and I could feel Maria glaring at her.
We ordered the 'free' cocktails. Micha said we could have free drinks all evening and hoped we would stay till closing as her boss would probably be along later and wanted to apologise in person to my wife. Neither of us thought either of them really wanted to apologise at all and I was sure the whole thing was a set up as soon as they had seen our names, that they just wanted to have another go at my wife. But as Maria said after the girl had disappeared with our order..." free drinks are free drinks babes, let's have as many as we can then just fuck off before that blonde bitch does decide to come back..." anyway babes I'm not gonna let them beat me again am I..."
We both had too much to eat and drink, a meal that was very good and lots of free cocktails. Maria also had quite a large number of glasses of her favourite rose wine and we were both getting quite loud.
"so what did you think of her tits babe.." I laughed and tried to make it a joke,
"what, who's babes, the blonde bitch or the waitress manageress whoever she is..?'
"No babes you know who I mean, our new manageress Micha was that it?...you know she was flashing them at you sat on our sofa " before she told her friend to strangle me that is!"
Well that was only cos yours are much better babes, you know that" and i gave my wife's hands a romantic squeeze across the table
Truthfully i had been looking at Micha's chest that evening and her boobs were certainly fuller maybe even more shapely than Maria's even underneath her clothes. We laughed, Maria said, "and the blonde's too?" "well if she does come back early they can both get them out and we'll see, she won't have to look far for mine in this dress!" We laughed again.
I looked at my watch 'shit it was late' we'd not noticed the time and the restaurant was now almost completely empty.
Maria was fidgeting, "if we have to wait for that taxi I need to have a piss first babes" and she got up to go to the ladies. She was gone a long time, i wondered if she'd taken her knickers off like the last time we were here to save time when we got home.
When she did finally come back I could see she was angry.
"those fucking bitches!"
" they've put all those fucking Halloween pictures of me in the car park up in the ladies, the washroom, fucking everywhere babes, you can see my tits, my cxnt, even my fucking face babes, everything! No wonder they knew who we were, free fucking cocktails...if that blonde bitch comes back early now I swear I'm having the tits right off her.."
"Ok ok babes, I tried to calm Maria down, just finish your wine, I'll get us our taxi "
We didn't have time for the taxi.
The new manageress who must have heard my wife shouting appeared again this time with two large cocktails. She walked past me and straight up into Maria's face, shit i thought what's going to happen now!
"did you like the photos slut you're such a tart to come back.." she muttered something like 'pathetic tits' then threw the entire contents of the two cocktail glasses over my wife. Maria was soaked, everywhere, her hair, her face and her dress clinging to her even more.
" you fucking bitch.." Maria pushed her chair over, ignored my shouting, and flung herself at the woman. Maria was twice Micha's size but the brunette was fitter and more agile and stepped half to one side so Maria only collided with her shoulder knocking both of them into the next empty table upending it and it's contents and both of them crashed heavily onto the floor. Micha was first up and swung a full kick with her work shoes at my wife. It connected with the side of Maria's face, and she went down groaning onto her back. The waitress jumped on her and both women were then rolling from side to side scratching and clawing at each other's faces and hair. There was blood on Maria's face from the kick but the struggle was uneven given the difference in size and weight and Maria soon had the smaller women pinned underneath her. Maria was trying to claw the other woman's face and tits screaming she was fucking having them this time "...without a fucking knife, bitch"
The manageress's work shirt was ripped open. She was trying rather desperately to stop my wife wrecking her chest but had already suffered several nail slashes from Maria and her tits were both marked. My wife was kneeling across her, the red velvet dress now up around her bottom showing whoever was still in the restaurant her full butt cheeks pale and shiny under the restaurant lights. I realised she really had taken her knickers off after all. "how does it feel bitch" Maria twisted at the slashed tits underneath her then face punched the girl once then again
"leave it now please babes, that fucking blonde bitch will be back anytime. Maria might have overpowered the smaller woman just rolling around on the floor but the blonde was altogether tougher, no doubt fitter and would be crazy angry at the damage that had already been caused to her pub.
But it was too late..
I felt a rush of cold air and realised the French doors at the rear of the restaurant which I knew led onto a not particularly attractive patio must have been opened. Fuck it was the blonde back after all.
She just stood there for a moment looking. The new manageress was still stunned with her back against the wall and Maria lent over her. My wife was showing all of her gorgeous naked behind. There was still blood on her face and her bottom was glass cut on both sides of her arse cheeks by rolling on the floor. There were overturned chairs, broken glasses and crockery everywhere.
Fuck I had to get Maria out but she was half naked, the waitress had ripped open the front of her velvet dress and her bra less tits were hanging heavily out, both nipple covers gone.
I couldn't resist a sideways look at the blonde. She was wearing a black denim jacket and short skirt and looked as hot as I'd remembered from our apartment, though this time her shoulder length natural blonde hair was loose to her shoulders and looked longer. Medium sized and firm looking breasts under a dark top.
For what seemed like a long time no one spoke. It was Maria who broke the silence
"you fucking cxnt for those pictures I'm having those tits off..."
"Your the fucking cxnt" the blonde was looking round at the damage to her pub, "still a fucking slut too" looking at my almost naked wife in the remains of her dress.
The dark haired girl was back on her feet now, topless and holding one of her tits. The blonde took off her jacket and her top, showing firm muscly arms, she was only wearing a half cup bra, which she proceeded to pull off showing, as i thought, stunning and shapely tits.
"your loosing those fucking pathetic tits slut then your going out again naked, or fucking not getting out at all..."
Maria took a step back and glanced at me. She was now completely naked her dress on the floor and was facing the two women again like the carpark. The blonde was between us and the door so one way or another we would have to get through them.
I can take them babes.." I hoped Maria meant it "just find my bag babes", which was somewhere on the floor.
The blonde was only a few feet from my wife, "your move slut, unless you want to kiss me again..." like you did last time.."
I could see Maria looking slightly uncertain at this. She half looked at me then let the blonde step up closer, they were almost brushing each other
The blonde put one hand out and started to gently touch one of my wife's tits with her fingers, then began to stroke it. Maria just stood there and let her. I could hear my wife's breathing become heavier as her breast was now being deliberately fondled by the blonde They had nearly french kissed in our apartment and I could see Maria was excited at the girl's touch. Now she had both hands on my wife's tits, playing with them gently, kneeding the nipples between her fingers. Maria tilted her head back her soft blonde hair cascading down her back and started to moan. She dropped her hands to her sides and was now defenseless and open. She hadn't seen the brunette quietly pick up a wine bottle from the floor and start to move around to behind my wife. It was obviously a plan, the whole evening had been a fucking set up but I was enjoying watching my wife being turned on and in any case we could really do nothing about it now. I was wondering if my wife would actually cum for the bitch she was making so much noise. The blonde started to move one hand gently down across Maria's soft full belly, she whispered "yes...?" qustioningly to my wife who just seemed to moan under her breath "mmm..." and moved her thighs invitingly apart...the blonde's fingers ran on down between my wife's legs...
That was the moment. The blonde turned her hand into a fist and pushed Maria deliberately away at the same time as the brunette Micha stepped in swinging the wine bottle. Fuck I thought its a full bottle she's going to fucking kill her.
She didn't aim for Maria's head but thumped the bottle hard into my wife's soft belly. Maria was taken completely by surprise, she had no real belly muscles at all these days and the bottle was full and heavy, and it knocked the breath completely out of her. She doubled over groaning, her legs collapsed onto the floor at the blonde's feet gagging, clutching her belly and writhing for breath. The blonde grabbed a handful of my wife's hair and dragged her up. She had to take Maria's almost full weight by her hair as my wife was so winded by the bottle she couldn't stand.
"let me fuck the slut up babe.." it was the brunette Micha still swinging the bottle.
The blonde slammed Maria backwards into the bar counter by her hair. My wife's legs were still useless and she collapsed forwards onto her knees, groaning. The blonde face kicked her snapping her head backwards and onto the floor in a heap. Somehow Maria dragged herself up, blood now streaming from both sides of her nose and mouth. She was trying to fight with her hands up in a kind of boxing stance but she was dazed and could barely lift them above her waist. My wife wasn't a boxer, let alone a bare knuckles fighter. She'd only really got the better of the smaller girl by wrestling her and the blonde looked like this time she really was going to destroy her. One hard bare knuckle punch with those tight muscular arms to Maria's poor bruised face after another. Maria was being battered helpless by the blonde, her head punched backwards over and over. Soon she couldn't even raise her arms and the blonde took her time. "your not getting out bitch "
Maria was too weak to even groan. A hard right fist, then another and Maria went down full length again with me not even daring to look at the damage to my wife's face, at her black eyes, to her beautiful looks.
I wanted to say please stop but part of me, a big part in fact, wanted to see how much punishment my wife would be able to take so just like the car park, I said nothing.
Maria had fallen against the side of the bar and was now lying on her back scarcely moving. Her legs were limply apart, her private parts flared and gaping. The women were screaming at her 'slut, bitch whore', anything and everything. The blonde was at my wife's hair again, holding her up by a handful of freshly coloured and now torn and fragile roots shouting in her face, but Maria could barely focus.
She began to stamp and kick my wife's naked breasts, knocking them up with the toe of her boots both girls laughing as the tit fell back heavily without a bra, Maria was barely conscious. They plainly wanted to do more damage and the blonde stamped down hard slashing the top curve of one tit with her heels, then did the same to the other tit, Maria jerked awake and screamed. Oh fuck both cuts were now on the top side of my wife's tits, she was ruining them, we could never cover that with a bra or makeup.
"my turn babe " it was the brunette Micha who'd just been watching still swinging the wine bottle in one hand. Maria was trying to crawl away though the wreckage on the restaurant floor. They let her struggle up to her knees then the blonde grabbed her hair but this time there was no kick or punch. She dragged Maria across the room and held her bent over backwards across the bar counter top. The brunette stood in front of her, and kicked her legs apart "fuck you slut " Then she hit Maria full in her belly again with the full wine bottle, My wife couldn't fall as the blonde still had her hair. Maria could only groan as her body jerked under the impact. The brunette kept hitting her with the bottle, destroying my wife's belly. All I could hear was thuds from the bottle, her belly twitching and Maria's helpless grunts. Her lovely soft belly was being ruined. I began to count, three four five times, please don't hit her any more. I was worried they were going to damage her permanently the bottle was so heavy but i couldn't stop myself from watching. Finally the brunette did stop though i had lost count, and let my wife collapse onto the bar floor, too weak to even retch, her face contorted and pressed down flat against the floorboards. I felt sure they were going to stamp on her again. But suddenly the brunette had pulled a top on from somewhere and was talking urgently into her phone, maybe someone had heard the noise.
Maria couldn't move, the blonde pulled her head back by her hair but there was no sound from my wife, her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open for breath.
"your fucking slut wife got what she deserves...she's fucking trash.." and she threw Maria's head down banging it into the floor. I thought they'd put her in the garbage again though I had no idea where the waste bins were, but they just left.
Maria was curled up on the floor naked and shaking, fresh vomit around her mouth, her tits still bleeding, and both women just walked out and left.
I was so stunned by what had happened i didn't even try to say anything.
The restaurant was completely empty, no staff or customers, no sound. My wife was lying in front of me naked, her favourite red dress torn to shreds and thrown away. She didn't even have her shoes and I had to somehow get her home. The blonde and her friend had simply disappeared, and we had no car in the car park. I waited.
Maria was groaning. She was holding her belly now red and mottled by the repeated bottle strikes and already starting to turn black as the bruising developed right across it. She was moaning "oh babes...fucked babe, cant breathe babes..my tummy" She couldn't stand up. It was another half hour before I could even get us outside, Maria doubled over gagging helplessly while I gently held back her hair. It was raining. We were both soaked and Maria was barely covered in an old waterproof someone had obviously left in the entrance lobby, her tits hanging helplessly out. I got a cab, joking feebly to the driver about stag parties and drunk strippers hoping he wouldn't see, or at least not complain about Maria's bruising and her two very obvious black eyes. Her face and tits seemed ruined but at last we got home.
Maria was in bed for three days, we thought she had muscle damage but eventually the bruising subsided and she was able to get up, walk as normal and her belly stopped hurting. We couldn't even speak about what had happened for quite a few days, my wife had been so badly beaten and then humiliated by both women in turn. Of course we knew there'd be more pictures posted on line, in the pub, everywhere.
Eventually though Maria was back to herself and even able to joke,
"do you think they'll let me apply for the new pub manager babes!..."
I just hugged her, albeit more carefully than usual. But it was clear we wouldn't be going back to our local for a very very long time to come.
My beautiful, sexy, wonderful wife.
The End
Magicman
