Updated Sneak Preview of "The Set Up, Part 2" starring Adrienne the catfighting wife

The Set Up, Part 2

by Adrienne’s Husband

 

     Adrienne dangles by the bound, purple, bloody pockmarked boobs as I get out the legally binding contract that Adrienne, Cindy, Shauna, and Marina signed, and get ready to read out loud my wife’s consequences for losing the highest stakes catfight of her life, “According to the contract you must give a $20,000 fight purse to each of the winners, for a total of $40,000… Shauna also has won your car, and of course as you know you’re now the personal slave of the winners for the next month…” I then secretly get excited in my mind when I remember one clause that I added to the contract… and I say, “Oh no… I’m so sorry my love… the contract explicitly states that if a fighter no shows then her partner will have to endure her partner’s consequences as well as her own…”

This is terrible news for Adrienne, who closes her eyes and moans in despair through her gag when hearing this.

I continue, “So that means… and again I’m SO sorry my love… that you now owe $40,000 to Shauna and Marina for a total of $80,000… and you’ll now have to be enslaved for TWO months instead of just one.”

Shauna and Marina laugh at this while Maggie smirks at the news. So poor, poor Adrienne will now have to be the personal slave of her arch rivals for the next TWO months. And she also has to give $40,000 to each of her tormentors, which will drain Adrienne’s entire bank account and she’ll now be in debt to Shauna and Marina for the rest of her life. Poor Adrienne can’t afford to pay her tormentors so she will have her wages garnished, with parts of every paycheck she ever earns from now on going to her two worst enemies.   

Adrienne’s three worst enemies get ready to kick off her two months of abject Hell by taking turns fucking me while my defeated, tormented wife is forced to watch. It will probably go on all afternoon and into the night, with Adrienne bound and hanged by the big, punished breasts the whole time. The next two months will probably be the two worst months of Adrienne’s life… and the best of mine.

 

     The bad girls trounced and defeated my wife on a Saturday, and now have 60 more days to do anything they want to her – with absolutely no limitations. On Sunday the bad girls decide to rest after their big win, but kick off my wife’s 2 months of servitude in style by making her wear a skimpy French Maid outfit (with a skirt so short that her fishnet ass cheeks literally hang out) with a particularly cruel vibrating torture dildo stuffed deep up her pussy under her fishnets, along with dog shock collars tightly bound around each breast – and her tormentors have the controls, so they can punish my wife whenever they want. The victorious bad girls spend Sunday at Shauna’s house living it up with my poor, agonized wife waiting on them hand and foot in her French Maid outfit with her tits and pussy being tortured constantly as she’s forced to clean the entire house with Shauna, Marina, Maggie, and Shauna’s husband all mocking her and bossing her around. As usual I pretend to feel sorry for Adrienne and try to comfort her, only to anger her tormentors and make them lay on the humiliation and punishment even thicker.

On Saturday night, while Adrienne spent the first night of her captivity dangling by the battered breasts, I met with the bad girls to come up with a plan for the next two months. As part of the many, many torments we have in store for her we decided to make Adrienne spend every single night of her servitude “tucked in” for the evening in some kind of painful or humiliating predicament. 

It’s now Sunday night and after a terrible day of suffering and humiliation the bad girls give my wife food that they make her eat out of a dog bowl on all fours and then strip her out of her French Maid outfit except for the fishnet pantyhose, which they use to secure another nasty torture dildo covered in sandpaper that will whirr away against my wife’s clit, G spot, and cervix all night while chafing up her internal vaginal walls to a level of soreness that cannot be described in words. Over the next two months Shauna, Marina, Maggie, myself, and a few of Adrienne’s other enemies from over the years will work together to give my wife more pain, suffering, and humiliation than any woman ever has during a 2 month period. I think we can do it, too.

For tonight’s tuck in the bad girls secure a ball gag on Adrienne’s mouth with a sensual moan then take out particularly harsh, serrated C clamp vises that they CLAMP as tightly as possible onto my wife’s big, sensitive tits, before twisting my wife’s clamped breasts as much as possible in opposite directions then binding her boobs together like that with barbed wire. My God. As if that’s not bad enough they also torture Adrienne’s nipples with electrified vacuum tubes. They then bind my wife like this against the wall as a human decoration in Shauna’s large guest bedroom where she’s forced to watch as Maggie and Marina take turns fucking me over and over. Her tits will never be the same after being twisted and bound all night – they’ll probably be forever mangled, warped, and misshapen even more than they already are. Good for the fucking tit torture slut bitch. 

I can hear the torture dildo whirring away inside my wife’s fishnets as she moans in pain through her ball gag, and it makes me more excited as her enemies fuck me over and over, with Shauna and her man down the hall in the master bedroom having wild sex as they watch a montage of Adrienne’s worst defeats to Shauna that I made for them. Knowing that my wife’s pussy is in so much pain makes me think about how many of Adrienne’s fans love to talk about her big boobs and the torture they take, but over the years her pussy has taken almost as much punishment – and poor Adrienne has been gang banged so many times by so many different men (including a few huge dicks that split her like a log) that her pussy is now as loose as can be, and she’s also constantly sore down there and will never again have pain-free sex. Because she’s so loose I actually don’t really feel it that much when I fuck my wife, but I still really enjoy it because of how she winces from the ever-present soreness from every thrust, and I love thinking about how awful it must have been for her to be gang banged so many times. Poor thing. Marina, Shauna, and Maggie all have much tighter pussies than my wife – especially Maggie, whose pussy feels SO good, and it’s even better knowing that my defeated wife has to watch as she’s bound in torment that would drive a lesser woman insane. Adrienne is as tough as they come, I’ll give her that.

On Monday Shauna decides to show off her new pet at the office where Adrienne used to work. Adrienne and Shauna started out as office rivals until they had a “loser quits her job” office catfight that Shauna won convincingly, and that was the beginning of my wife’s long, painful, yet erotic downfall. So taking Adrienne back to where all this started is the bitterest of bitter pills to swallow, and of course Shauna makes it as painful and humiliating for my wife as possible with excruciating devices on her pussy and tits under the degrading outfit she’s forced to wear. Shauna shows my wife off like a prize winning milk cow, and makes her wait on everyone and do whatever they ask her to do no matter what it is – including having “alone time” with my wife in a supply closet.

Shauna and Marina made a custody agreement for taking my wife to work with them as their personal slave, alternating by week with Shauna having Adrienne for one week and then Marina having her the next. 

Tuesday is a big day, because shortly after my wife’s 2 on 1 loss was official I made a phone call to the local BDSM club and signed my wife up to be a “guest of honor” on stage at the club as soon as possible – and her time slot is on Tuesday night. We (myself along with Shauna, Marina, and Maggie) want to hurt my wife as much as we possibly can early in her captivity, because the more we hurt her breasts and pussy now then the more sore and sensitive they’ll be later on. I want my pathetic torture slut of a wife to be in as much PAIN as possible, for every waking moment of her life, and of course she deserves it all. The bad girls also want to ensure that Adrienne has permanent tit and pussy damage that will make her useless in any future catfights, should she be crazy enough to seek revenge after all this (I know my wife and suspect she will, even if it’s hopeless. I love her for it.).

So On Tuesday Adrienne goes to work with Shauna again to spend another unbearable, humiliating day as the servant and occasional supply closet plaything of everyone in the office (in five inch high heels and an utterly diabolical vibrating torture dildo working her pussy under uncomfortable, very tight control top pantyhose with no panties, and a thumbtack torture bra smashed hard to her breasts under her blouse), and I stay at home with Marina and Maggie coming up with plans for tonight. I’ve waited my entire life for Adrienne to be tortured by a professional dominatrix so I want to make it count. I want that sadistic bitch to HURT my wife like she’s never been hurt before. So to help out Adrienne’s enemies as much as I can I sent copies of Adrienne’s medical records (including detailed scans and x-rays of the damage in her boobs from years of catfight and boxing punishment) to the dominatrix so she knows exactly where to hurt my wife for maximum pain, as well as Shauna, Marina, and Maggie.

The time finally rolls around so I take Adrienne and her three worst enemies to the club with my pathetic wife bound in a slave collar and shackles in nothing but a barbed wire torture bikini, and she’s one of the first to get up on stage in full view of the club. I can’t wait, and I set up a few cameras to immortalize this. The crowd reacts to my wife’s big tits, which just scream out to be tortured. My pathetic wife exists so that perverts and sadists like me can enjoy her suffering, and nobody enjoys Adrienne’s suffering more than me. If it was up to me then she would spend every waking second of her life in extreme agony and humiliation, with me there to relish it all and comfort her after yet another lopsided drubbing. 

Maggie and Marina put on gloves and take off my wife’s barbed wire bikini, leaving bloody pockmarks from where the barbs dug into her sweet spots, and then the dominatrix – a tall, stern looking woman with severe eye makeup and dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, wearing nothing but high heeled leather boots and a black body stocking – places an upright punishment dildo that looks like a bristly pine cone right onto the stage, and then forces poor Adrienne to position herself over it… 

-"The Set Up, Part 2" will be released in its entirety in July of 2025

by DG

 

The Main Event: Lauren vs. Amy Match #2 in a Cocktail Dress Strip Match

 

     In the Superpowers dressing room, the reigning Underground Women’s Wrestling League world champion - currently up 1-0 in her best of seven series against her all time most hated rival – stands naked in front of the mirror, with her precious gold belt sitting on the counter. Lauren looks at the myriad scars all over her breasts from all the awful things heels have done to her (and that’s just since her latest reconstructive surgery), so pumped up about the upcoming fight that she can barely feel the enormous pain she’s in constantly from being punished and tortured more than any other living woman, despite still being in her early 30’s with hopefully many more years to go in her career. The wrestling career that the sadistic bad girls have tried to end countless times, only for Lauren to always come back. Lauren Miller is a literal freak of nature who might have the world’s highest pain tolerance… but she’s still human, and very much feels the torment Monica’s murderers row of bad girls put her through. My god does she feel it. Lauren takes another glance at HER belt, knowing how much pain, humiliation, and misery she’s gone through to get it and most of all keep it – but it’s all worth it to be on top of the mountain. Besides, she likes fucking her husband with the belt around her waist (when she’s not too sore “down there” to do it).  

Lauren smirks into the mirror because it’s now HER turn to dish out punishment to a wounded Amy, whose back must still be sore after tapping out to Lauren’s Boston crab on the USA tour’s opening night. The 5’5”, hazel-eyed, dirty blonde fan favorite would love to take a commanding 2-0 lead into Boston, but of course she can’t look past the woman who went years without being pinned or submitted… until Lauren broke that streak to win her 2nd world title.

Tonight’s main event match is unique, and it’s the first time since they were teenagers that Lauren and Amy will be facing each other in a strip match. The rules are simple: the first wrestler to be stripped fully nude loses, and anything goes. Each wrestler must wear the same amount of layers to make it even, so both fighters (who happen to be two of the most gorgeous women alive) will wear panties, a bra, sheer to waist pantyhose, a cocktail dress, and high heels. 

It's time for the world champion to get dressed for the big match, so Lauren starts with a gift that her husband got for her: a pair of custom made, diamond-encrusted lace panties that are of course Lauren’s favorite baby blue color. Lauren slips the wispy panties with glittering diamonds sewn into the fabric up her legs and then on, before taking out a pair of nude pantyhose and slipping them up one leg at a time before pulling them up all the way then snapping the waistband into place. Next Lauren puts on a lacey, baby blue bra, grimacing a little at how damn sensitive her tits are, before taking out her baby blue cocktail dress and putting that on, having her stablemate Anjou help her with zipping it up. Lauren then puts on her silver high heels, and for the finishing touch Lauren straps the richest prize in women’s professional wrestling around her waist. She’s now ready to face her arch enemy in their cocktail dress strip match.

 

The champ’s upbeat pop music plays and the crowd goes nuts, as Lauren Miller makes her way through the curtain looking more beautiful than she ever has. The babyface co-leader of The Superpowers (with Rebecca) clacks to the ring in high heels with a business-like expression, not high fiving or even making eye contact with the fans like she usually does. Lauren has a job to do: hurt that fucking bitch Amy, and hopefully break her back again to end her career once and for all. The series can end tonight if Lauren cripples the bitch.

The world champion makes her way up the ring steps in her silver heels, steps through the ropes, and gets ready to meet the woman she’s fought countless times over the past 15+ years – but fans can never get enough of the greatest rivalry in pro wrestling, with the hatred, intensity, and stakes growing over time.

Amy’s heavy metal theme music hits, and bad girl fans pop. These series matches have a strict no outside interference policy, so Amy’s stablemates from The Inferno have to stay in the heel dressing room, and The Greek Assassin herself comes through the curtain with an angry look on her gorgeous, tawny skinned face – ready to avenge that terrible, heartbreaking loss in Atlanta mere seconds before the time limit ran out. The 5’8”, brown eyed beauty with shoulder-length, straight dark hair is in a simple black cocktail dress, black pantyhose, and black high heels. Despite Amy’s angry demeanor she’s obviously wounded as she walks to the ring gingerly in her black heels, trying to hide how much her back hurts (but not succeeding). 

Lauren can see this just as well as the capacity crowd and the six figure audience watching at home, so as soon as Amy gets close enough to the ring the reigning world champion – one of the quickest wrestlers ever – grabs the top rope and springs over to SMEAR Amy into the concrete floor with a plancha, reinforced by the gold belt around her waist! Amy ends up splayed out on the floor in her gorgeous black dress, with babyface fans popping as the challenger’s music stops abruptly. Lauren throttles a shell shocked Amy on the floor, putting years of anger and hatred into every blow, until the champ yanks Amy up by the dark hair and SLINGS her bad back into the metal railing with a CLANK!

Lauren then – with her high heels still on – SUPERKICKS Amy with a stiletto heel! The bad girl rockets back against the railing, allowing Lauren to unload on her arch enemy with nasty, resounding chops that can be heard in the cheap seats. Lauren then grabs her foe by the hair and tosses the small of her back right into the ring apron corner, making Amy wince, before the world champ takes a moment to slip off both of her silver shoes (revealing her baby blue painted toenails under the nylon mesh). Lauren’s attacks are all about speed and high flying and it’s hard to spring off the ropes in high heels, so even though this is a strip match Lauren figures the shoes are expendable – and can be used as a weapon. 

Amy recovers a bit and is just about to fight back when Lauren rushes up with both shoes and SMASHES the stilettos together into Amy’s head from both sides like a pair of cymbals, dropping the bad girl to her black nylon knees. Lauren then tosses one shoe aside but uses the other to pummel Amy from above, pounding her head with the stiletto… until busting the bad girl open above her left eye. Babyface fans pop again, and quieted heel fans are concerned about Amy getting beaten bloody before the bell even rings. 

Lauren, in a piranha-like frenzy, bashes that stiletto into the open wound even harder until there’s a steady stream of blood running down the left side of Amy’s face, dripping onto her expensive dress. Lauren finally tosses the now bloody shoe aside, then follows this up with a few anger-filled punches from her fist to open the bitch up even more. The surging champ then grabs Amy’s blood stained hair, BASHES her face onto the ring apron, and then grabs the waistband of Amy’s black pantyhose to roll the bloody bitch into the ring like yesterday’s newspaper. A grinning Lauren (with the world title belt still around her waist over her baby blue dress) follows her in, and the bell rings to officially start the main event of New York Strip. 

by DG

  

New York Strip, Match #2: The Ballerinas vs. Death Metal Inc. 

            A naked and bloody Jen Newman goes through the curtain to the gorilla position, right past brunette Staci and blonde Gabrielle of The Ballerinas – nodding at them to wish her fellow babyfaces good luck against a certifiably insane heel team – to meet up with Kerstin, Michelle, Kayla, and Kris of her Heel Hunters stable. Jen looks into Kerstin’s eyes, they smirk, and go off to pay a visit to a certain living legend who’s showering alone right now after the night’s opening match. Nobody humiliates The Heel Hunters and gets away with it… even a fellow good girl who’s also a family member. Someone from the UWWL camera crew notices this and follows them to record whatever happens...  

 

Out in the ring area the back-up beeps of a maximum security psychiatric hospital van resound throughout the converted New York BDSM club as the dreaded rookie heel team known as Death Metal Incorporated get backed into the venue, with their manager No Time Nina – a jaw-droppingly sexy Latina lawyer with five inch heels, her trademark clipboard, and a skirt as short as she can legally get away with – riding shotgun in the van’s cabin.

The back door of the van bursts open. White haired, 5’5” Icepick and black haired, 5’6” Crowbar, in straitjackets over their wrestling gear (ripped gray leotards, black fishnet tights with holes and runs, and vicious looking black boots), ram their way out of the truck screaming at the tops of their lungs after getting released from their shark cage by the hunky orderlies in hospital scrubs, who are tasked with getting Death Metal Inc. to and from the psych ward.

Nina gets out of the passenger door, clicks her heels along the concrete floor, gets Icepick and Crowbar’s attention, and points to the curtain indicating where their victims are. The crazed Death Metal girls - schizophrenics who constantly hear malicious voices telling them to hurt other women, and find profound relief and joy in doing so – rush toward the curtain still in their straitjackets with the orderlies following them until the dangerous, unpredictable heel team shoots through the curtain to attack The Ballerinas and pop the bloodthirsty crowd! 

Brunette Staci and blonde Gabrielle, in their usual white dance tights along with pink leotards, ballet slippers, and tutus, don’t know what hits them as Icepick rams into Staci and Crowbar rams into Gabby like a pair of human missiles...


The rest of the card for New York Strip will be as follows:

-Carly vs. Karla (with Melanie in her corner)

-The Army Babes vs. The Truckers, winners get a shot at the U.S. tag team titles in Boston with champions The Biker Chix on guest commentary 

-Intermission (including a backstage report)

 -The Cheerleaders (with Kerstin in their corner) vs. The Stewardesses (with Jenna in their corner) 

-The Luscious Latinas vs. The Stingers in a high stakes revenge match  

-The Main Event: Lauren vs. Amy Match #2, cocktail dress strip match