My wife's first Fight

By: The Hammer

My wife, a former topless dancer, and I, like to travel on motorcycles throughout the Country. A few years ago, we found ourselves in a small town in Texas where we decided to have dinner and spend the night. After checking into a local motel and having dinner at a local dinner, we headed to the local Honky Tonk. My wife, of course, dresses to thrill. We entered this redneck biker bar with her wearing a black leather, low waisted mini skirt, with black strappy heels and a sleevless, very low cut, black leather vest. Her bare midriff proudly displayed a dangling belly ring, and as soon as we entered, all eyes were on her, and she loved every minute of it. We decided to play a game of pool with some locals and before I knew it, her pretty little ass was bumping into some local cowboy, whose girlfriend didn't appreciate it. My wife apologized, but that wasn't good enough. Words were exchanged and the next thing I know, this woman slaps my wife across the face. The sound of the slap got everyone's attention as my wife fell backwards into another woman, who apparently didn't appreciate it. The 1st woman charged towards my wife, grabbing her by the hair as a huge crowd quickly gathered. The 2nd woman pushed my wife towards the first woman, then grabbed her by the arms, holding her back as the 1st woman rifled 3 hard rights into my wife's belly. My wife's vest was torn open during the scuffle, exposing both tits and the nipple ring she wore on her left nipple. A left hook to the side of the face snapped her head back, just as the bouncers arrived to break things up. The crowd was going wild as the women were separated. My wife was helped to her feet by one of the bouncers and we were led out the backdoor, as were the other women and most of the crowd. When we got outside, the owner of the bar said to us, "You folks aren't from around here, are you?" We told him no. He said, "In this part of Texas, you don't fight indoors, you fight outdoors, and you fight by our rules. The first thing we do when the women want to fight is we fight topless." My wife said, "I don't want to fight." But he told her she already was and to remove her vest. The other woman, dressed in jeans and cowboy boots, had already taken her shirt off, although she was wearing a bra. My wife looked at her and told the owner, "I'm not wearing a bra." "You should have thought of that before you came into my bar fighting." She removed her torn vest and threw it on the ground. Then the bouncers came out the back door, carrying whips and chains. "What the hell is going on?" "In Texas, our women fight topless with whips." "You people are insane." "We know." One of the bouncers attached a chain with a leather cuff to my wife's right wrist. He then attached the other side of the chain to the other woman's left wrist. They were both handed a Cat-O-Nine tails, my wife taking her whip in her left hand, the other woman with her right. The large crowd then stepped back to give the women some room. Without warning, the owner of the bar ordered them to start. The other women struck first. She cracked the whip across my wife's left tit, taking dead aim at her nipple ring. My wife winced in pain, but did not scream out. The other women seemed like she had experience with a whip while my wife seemed very clumsy with it. My wife tried to strike the other women but absorbed 2 more lashes across her left tit. She was right handed, but had the whip in her left hand, while the other women was obviously right handed and had her whip in her right hand. Each time my wife tried to hit her, the other woman countered expertly. As soon as my wife brought the whip back with her left arm, the other woman would rake the whip across my wife's left tit. Deep red welts were starting to take form on my wife's left side. Each time my wife got whipped, she'd groan in pain, but she refused to quit. She tried to pull the other woman closer to her by pulling the chain, but when they were within striking distance, the other woman ripped another volley of rights into her taut belly. The sound of the punches slamming into her belly echoed throughout the air. The other woman struck with her whip again, this time raking 3 or 4 quick lashes across her back. My wife never had a chance. Each time she wound up to strike with the whip, the other woman would beat her to the punch and deliver quick, successive lashes across her left tit. After 10 minutes into this drubbing, my wife's left tit started to bleed. Soon, blood was trickling down her left side and her tit was painted blood red. The owner finally stepped in and separated each woman. After being restrained by the bouncers for the entire fight, I finally came to my wife's side, covering her up with my own jacket. The owner said he'd be happy to buy us both a drink, but we were sick of Texas hospitality. We jumped on our bike and headed on down the road. And that was my wife's first fight. A few days later, after she had a chance to heal, she decided the beating wasn't all that bad. The idea of fighting topless in front of all those people excited my wife. She told me that if she ever had the chance again, she wouldn't hesitate.