Danny's e-mail to Ginny read: My birthday is coming up shortly, I will be 30 then. I told Brenda I might just hire someone to come in and beat her up, like a hit woman. Maybe you could be my hit woman Ginny, and really rough her up. . I imagine her in an extremely dirty, rough catfight where an opponent eventually wears her out and tortures her body in front of me.
Then Brenda e-mailed Ginny: Danny said I should tell you what I would try to do to you if we fought. Since your bigger than me, I would grab your tits first and get your top off. I would scratch and squeeze those big fake tits of yours til you cried. Then I would strip your panties off and scratch and claw you as many ways as I could think of. I would pull your hair every chance I got. I may be small but I am not afraid to fight you just like I see in the videos.
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Ginny had retired from the wrestling game several years before, but when her old friend Danny wrote and begged her to come and straighten out his wife, she couldn't refuse. After all, she figured, how difficult would it be to rough up a little girl and put the 'fear of God' in her. We join them after Ginny's arrival.
'Is there a purpose to all this,' Brenda asked the big woman snidely, 'or did you just come to see my husband?' 'Actually,' Ginny grinned, 'I'm not interested in him at all. I came to meet you!' Brenda was taken aback by the tall woman's reply. 'I don't understand, she said crinkling her brow, 'why would you want to meet me?' Ginny took a piece of paper out of her gym bag and handed it to the little brunette. It was a printout of an e-mail Danny had sent Ginny. She had hi-lighted one of the sentences in yellow. 'She has large nipples and aureoles and a thick mound of hair between her legs,' it said.
Brenda blushed deeply and turned to Danny, holding out the offending paper, 'Did you write this you fuck?' Danny stammered, stuttered and finally bowed his head in shame, 'Yes, Honey, I did. But I never thought she'd actually come here and show it to you!' Brenda snorted derisively, 'Oh, as if that would make it alright?' Turning back to Ginny she looked the tall, auburn-haired woman over slowly. There was no denying she had a nice body and a great pair of knockers! But Brenda could also see from her face that the woman was ancient, she must be nearly 40, far too old, she knew, to be a threat to a woman young enough, 25 years of age, to almost be her daughter.
'Let's make this interesting,' Ginny said as she reached into her bag. 'The winner gets to shave the loser's bush,' she held up a straight razor and a can of aerosol shaving cream. Brenda's eyes narrowed. 'So that's why you came all this way?' she asked incredulously, 'To shave me?' Ginny laughed. 'No. I came all this way to wrestle you. The shaving's just for fun, afterwards. You know, like dessert after a luscious meal?'
They stripped down to bra and panties and Brenda swallowed nervously as she saw Ginny's sinewy arms, flat belly and her muscular thighs. 'Maybe this won't be so easy after all,' she thought to herself. As soon as they started to wrestle, Ginny's experience, size and strength allowed her to battle the feisty brunette on more than even terms. She was surprised by Brenda's ability, however, for Danny's description of his wife hadn't given any indication that she had any ability as a wrestler.
In spite of Brenda's unexpected skill, however, Ginny easily gained control of the smaller woman getting her in several painful holds, ripped off Brenda's push-up bra and yanking her panties down around her knees and making it impossible for her to run even if she somehow escaped Ginny's grasp.
The big woman twisted each of Brenda's arms behind her back until she moaned in pain and then she shifted position and bent her legs back one after the other. Even after she had Brenda groaning and moaning in pain, the little brunette's lush pubic hair didn't escape Ginny's notice. From behind she would reach around and grab a handful of the thick hair at every opportunity. On the few occasions when Brenda was able to get one or both of her hands free to try to protect her bush, Ginny shifted her attack to Brenda's large nipples which she pulled, pinched and twisted until Brenda was weeping in pain and frustration at her inability to protect her body from Ginny's relentless attacks.
Once she had the little housewife tired and sobbing, she lifted Brenda to her feet and gave her a knee between her thick thighs. Brenda grunted and her knees buckled as she grabbed Ginny's bra to keep from falling. Her weight dragged down the cups and Ginny's full breasts popped out, exposing her own dark aureoles and hard button nipples. Brenda saw her chance and she clawed the big woman from the top of her left breast to the tip, barely missing ripping off a beautiful nipple in the process.
Ginny screamed in pain and stepped back but if Brenda thought her rash attack would save her, it had just the opposite effect. Ginny's face suddenly changed from playful to serious as she looked down at the rows of dark furrows on her olive skin. 'That was a mistake Brenda,' she snarled, 'A big mistake.' Brenda took a deep breath and reached down to pull up her panties which were around her knees at this point. As soon as she looked down, Ginny stepped forward and drove her foot between Brenda's breasts. The little brunette flipped over backwards, head over heels, and landed flat on her belly.
She tried to rise on her hands and knees and crawl away, but with her panties at her knees and her lungs burning from lack of oxygen, she had no 'push' and Ginny easily caught her by the hair and dragged her back to where Danny was sitting and calmly watching the women fight. 'Now Ginny?' he asked, but the tall woman shook her head. 'Not yet, she has to pay for this first,' she pointed to her chest where four thin rivulets of red were trickling down her breast and blood was dripping from her stiff nipple onto the floor.
Ginny dragged Brenda to her feet by the hair and drove her fist into the woman's soft mid-section. Brenda uttered a decidedly un-ladylike grunt when Ginny's fist sunk into her belly and Ginny decided she liked the sound so much she did it a second time. Brenda folded like a cheap umbrella in a strong breeze. As she dropped to her knees she lowered her head and threw up on the living room carpet. Ginny kicked her in the side and when Brenda rolled over, Ginny grabbed her by the ankles, lifted her legs in the air and pulled her panties down. She twisted them around her ankles a few times and looped them over again. It was not only a handy, but also a particularly effective, way of immobilizing a woman's legs when you were about to torture her.
Ginny picked up the bra she'd torn off Brenda earlier and after ripping out the padding, used it to tie the unresisting woman's hands behind her. Then Ginny went over to the bar, poured a generous dose of tequila in a glass and threw it down in a single gulp. She brought the bottle back with her and sat down on the floor beside Brenda. She pulled the woman's body into a sitting position beside her as Brenda glared at her angrily. 'You could use a drink,' Ginny said. It was not a question, but a statement, but Brenda was still too groggy to appreciate the distinction. 'No thanks,' she mumbled, 'don't like that shit.'
Ginny chuckled as she used a handful of Brenda's hair to force her head around until her lips were pressed to Ginny's left breast. 'Lick off the blood,' she said sternly. Brenda's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to shake her head, but Ginny's grip on her hair made that impossible. Ginny put the tequila bottle down by her hip and pinched one of Brenda's thick nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Brenda gave a little squeak and opened her mouth to scream, but before any sound came out, Ginny pushed her breast between Brenda's open lips. 'If you bite me,' the big auburn-haired woman hissed, 'you'll lose one of your nipples. It's not worth it, believe me.'
Brenda appeared to think for a moment, then her jaw muscles relaxed and she opened her mouth even further. Even so, there was still plenty of breast left. Ginny picked up the tequila bottle and began to slowly trickle a stream of the liquid onto her breast. As it ran into Brenda's mouth, the little brunette coughed and began to choke. She nearly bit down on Ginny's nipple but remembered her warning and fought the reflex until it passed. Ginny poured nearly eight ounces of the powerful liquor down her big breast, over the hard nipple and into Brenda's mouth. When she stopped, the little woman was already feeling the effects.
Brenda's eyes were glassy as she stared down at her own firm breasts and then up into Ginny's pretty face. Looking back at her own chest, Brenda blushed and asked, 'Would you like some too?' Then she giggled coyly. Ginny smiled at Danny, 'I think she's about ready.' She dragged Brenda's body across the rug by the hair and Brenda yelped and cried out in protest.
Ginny laid Brenda on her back on the dining table with her short legs hanging over the side. She removed the panties from around the brunette's ankles and pushed her knees wide apart. 'Don't move Brenda,' Ginny said gently, 'I'll be right back with your surprise.' Brenda turned her head and looked at Danny and she giggled drunkenly. 'I bet she's got a big dick for me, don't she hon?' she mumbled. Danny just laughed and continued to masturbate as Ginny returned with the straight razor she took from her bag.
She opened the blade and held it under Brenda's nose until the woman's eyes focused. When she recognized it for what it was, Brenda's eyes got big and beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead. 'No, please,' she gasped. 'DANNY, don't let her do . . . ' her words trailed off as she felt Ginny's cool fingers on her belly. 'Just lay still and enjoy it,' Ginny said, 'I don't want to cut you, so don't even breathe heavily.' Then without putting down any lotion or lubricant, she slowly drew the razor through the tiny hairs below Brenda's belly button.
Ginny could feel the muscles beneath the layer of fat on Brenda's stomach contracting as she drew the razor over her tender flesh and Ginny took her time, trying to prolong the woman's terror as much as possible. But it really got bad when the blade reached the thick hairs closer to Brenda's pussy. The tough hairs held the skin as Ginny drew the razor over it, pulling it along behind as the heavy roots resisted the razors efforts to sever them. Brenda gasped in pain as one hair after another was either cut just before it tore loose, or as the roots were ripped from her soft flesh as they snagged on the razors edge.
By the second pass, Brenda, was already beginning to gasp in pain and sob quietly. Before Ginny was halfway through the job, Brenda's belly was heaving as she wept uncontrollably from the awful pain in her loins. Ginny continued to draw the razor over her skin and each time she could hear the lovely sound it made against Brenda's skin: 'RAAAAAASP' and then a pause. 'SCRAAAAAAP' followed by still another long pause. 'SCCCCCCHHHH' and then another brief pause. Brenda couldn't take any more and began to babble and plead with her to stop, but the auburn-haired wrestler continued to carve little furrows in the proud woman's pubic hair until there was just a small mustache left above the dark slit in her skin.
Ginny turned to Danny and jabbed at Brenda's pussy with the dull edge of the razor's blade. 'That enough, or should I take it all?' Danny stood up and studied his wife's body for a moment, then he shrugged, 'Ah, what the hell, cut it all!' Brenda looked at him incredulously, 'Danny! NO. Please, leave me a little dignity. Please?' He didn't answer, and Brenda closed her eyes as she felt Ginny press her palm on her belly to tighten her flesh as she began to remove the last of her once-thick bush. Tears rolled down the sides of Brenda's face as Ginny slowly picked up all of the hair from the tabletop and the floor around her feet. She put it in a small, plastic tupperware bowl, burped it, and gave it to Danny. She kissed him and whispered, 'Happy Birthday! I hope this will make this one birthday you never forget.'
Then she turned back to Brenda and looked down at the patch of fiery red, irritated skin between her legs. Where before there had been a thick forest of heavy growth, now there was only stubble. Ginny ran her fingers lightly over Brenda's skin and the little woman's belly bucked and her hips rolled up as she reacted to the lesbian's feather-light touch. Ginny bent and kissed the mound, finding her skin hot and flushed against her moist lips. Brenda gasped at the feel of a woman's lips on her. How long, Ginny wondered, had it been since the last time a woman kissed her there? Or, were her lips the first? She kissed her again, only lower this time, and ran her tongue over the crevice that was there. Brenda's body lifted off the table at the woman's touch, then slumped back.
Ginny licked her lips and recognized the fluid that she found there. 'Ah-ha, you enjoyed our little diversion didn't you Brenda, you little slut.' Ginny ran her tongue along the woman's pussy again, only this time she pushed it deeper into the dark opening and flicked it against the hard button she found. Brenda groaned again, but this time it was obviously in pleasure. 'Ahh, that's it!' she gasped, 'That's a whole lot better. Do it again, Ginny. Please?' And so she did. Over and over again until Danny begged her to stop because it was HIS birthday and yet Brenda was having all the fun.