CATFIGHT!!
How my wife lost a catfight while on holiday.
My wife Sarah and I, from England, were holidaying in the Spanish resort of Magaluf. It was our penultimate night, and after knocking back several drinks in at beach-side bar, she dragged me into a nightclub called Henry's. I'm no fan of loud music or crowds, but Sarah is a bit of a party animal after a drink or two.
Although quite young ourselves (Sarah was 26, I was 28), we were still heavily outnumbered by younger people in the club. Apart from a few people our age or older, most were teenagers or in their early twenties. Being a holiday destination, there was no dress code; I wore a T-shirt, cargo shorts, and trainers. Sarah wore a yellow blouse tied at the front (revealing her belly button), with a short white skirt that was only half the length of my shorts, and showed-off her sexy legs very nicely. On her feet she wore glittery sandals with a small heel. She was slim, white, 5'7", with dark shoulder-length hair, and an average bust I'd say. I was 5'8", white, not quite as slim, with cropped black hair.
Later, after some dancing (and more drinks), Sarah headed for a sort of chill-out zone, while I went to the bar to get us some more drinks (soft this time, as Sarah especially had already had quite enough). The bar was full, and as I stood behind a row of people waiting to be served, I noticed a few people looking over towards the chill-out zone. I looked over too, and was shocked to see Sarah in a heated argument with another, younger girl. We couldn't hear anything over the music, but they were really laying into each other verbally, and by the time I reached her it had turned physical, with both girls grabbing at each others' hair.
What I know of what had happened I discovered subsequently: The aggressor, called Fran and her two girl friends, Emily and another girl I never caught the name of, had been flirting with a group of guys in the club when Sarah appeared, apparently on her own (I was at the bar), and the guys started chatting her up instead. Fran had taken exception to this, and confronted Sarah. Normally, Sarah would have avoided any kind conflict, but being under the influence, had fronted up to the smaller girl.
Two bouncers reached the fracas just before me, and pulled the two women apart (both Spaniards wearing black T-shirts, one tall and wiry, the other short and stocky). They then proceeded to haul the pair towards the back door, where they were ejected. Fran's friends and myself also followed, along with their would-be dates. The bouncers closed the doors behind us, leaving us in a side street behind the nightclub; a lot seedier than the front, although still fairly busy, with quite a few revellers milling around, and a couple of stalls still open despite the late hour.
"Thanks a bunch you stupid bitch." the girl spat at Sarah, as she lunged for her again.
Her two friends held her back. "Leave it now, Fran," her friend Emily said. "Let's just go somewhere else."
"Let them carry on I say." chimed in one of the guys.
"Fran!? What a fucking stupid name!" Sarah taunted. "Suits you," she sneered.
Fran launched herself at Sarah, and this time her friends just stepped back and let her get on with it.
"Bring it on!" said Sarah, and the pair came together, with Sarah straight away getting the upper hand, and forcing the shorter girl backwards. I think Sarah imagined she could easily take the mouthy upstart in a fight; not only because she'd already had an encounter with her, but also because she keeps herself very fit with jogging, gym, and boxercise.
Fran wore a pair of denim shorts, but Sarah was not dressed for fighting at all, and looked very sexy in her short skirt with bare legs, which revealed quite a lot of her thighs as she leaned forwards; I was turned-on at the thought of other guys seeing her exposed!
"Sarah, careful, you're showing a lot of leg!" I warned loudly, aiming to prompt some sort of reaction from the audience.
My comment had the desired effect straight away, as Fran's friends began lifting the hem of Sarah's skirt, revealing her sexy knicker-clad rear to the appreciative males, who whooped and cheered at the view. "Yeah Sarah, you slut!" Emily taunted, and flipped her skirt all the way up at the back, revealing her narrow, white knickers that did little to cover her bottom.
"Fuck off!" Sarah screamed at them, trying to grapple with Fran while fending off the other girls' assaults on her modesty and pulling her hem down to a decent level.
The girl scrap had by this point drawn a crowd of about 15, mainly males, but a few amused women too. Some had obviously come directly from a small bar a short distance away on the opposite side of the street, as they still had glasses and bottles of beer in their hands.
"Ladies, come on, no stripping her!" I said, stepping forward to make it look like I was at least attempting to aid my wife. Of course my main aim was to plant the seed of the idea of stripping Sarah in their heads.
My seed quickly germinated, as one of Fran's friends took hold of Sarah's skirt and yanked it right down to her knees! Sarah squealed as wolf-whistles filled the air. Her brief, white knickers were quite skimpy, especially at the rear, and barely covered her buttocks at all. It was a huge turn-on seeing lust in the men's faces as the eyed-up Sarah's rear.
I noticed a few bystanders taking photos with their cameras or mobile phones, and a couple of them were actually video recording on their phones, including one of a pair of cheeky young English lads of about 12-13 I'd guess. I've no idea why they were out so late by themselves, but there they were. Back home Sarah teaches English to pupils their age, and I often wonder if any of her students have a crush on her. Regardless, I'm sure any of her male pupils (or colleagues for that matter) would love to have seen what those two lads saw that night. For certain, one much older fellow teacher of Sarah's called Mark Kennedy would especially have revelled in her predicament; she made official complaint about him sexually harassing her, and he hasn't spoken to her since he received a written warning.
Fran was now in a much stronger position, with her opponent being humiliated, and barely able to move her legs. Grabbing Sarah by her hair, she bent her forwards, presenting my wife's pert buttocks to the growing throng. Sarah screamed in frustration.
"Right, that's enough." I shouted over the jeers, and made to pull Sarah's skirt back up.
As I'd hoped, the men present were keen to see more. "Nah mate, leave them to it!" one muscular guy said, grabbing me by the arm.
"But it's not your wife being STRIPPED NAKED, is it?" I shouted; another seed planted.
"Let's just see how this goes." he urged, leaving me in no doubt he and his friends would prevent me from helping her if needs be. I stepped backwards and for a while became one of the spectators.
Aware she was in danger of being exposed even further, Sarah lashed out at Fran, slapping her left cheek, and scratching it with her nails in the process. But rather than letting go, Fran redoubled her efforts to wrestle my wife to the ground. "You fucking cow, you're going to pay now!" she screeched as she pulled and twisted Sarah onto her back. She then proceeded to straddle her chest with her knees, pinning Sarah's upper arms to the ground. "Right, let's fucking strip the bitch!" she commanded her friends, "Emily - get her skirt off!". It was a huge turn-on knowing my wife was about to be publicly stripped by force, and I was probably powerless to stop it even if I wanted to!
Sarah looked fearful and angry as she lay there helpless, at the girls' mercy. "Touch my clothes and I'll fucking kill you!" she spat, but without much conviction in her voice.
Having apparently become the loser of the catfight, my wife's clothing became fair game for Fran's friends; while a number of onlookers chanted "STRIP her, STRIP her, STRIP her..." one worked in conjunction with Fran to untie her blouse at the front, and Emily busied herself pulling off Sarah's skirt entirely; in the process removing her shoes too, to ease its removal. All the while Sarah thrashed and kicked out in vain against her aggressors.
A few guys had pushed in front of me by this point, which gave me enough of an excuse not to be able to wade in and rescue her before she was undressed further. "Mike! HELP!!" Sarah pleaded from beneath the two women who were trying to relieve her of her top.
"Give that back!" I shouted, as I belatedly jostled my way to the front, confronting the elated girl who was frantically waving Sarah's newly removed skirt in the air like a flag. Until that night, that short skirt was most revealing thing Sarah had ever worn in public!
"Who wants this?" the girl announced, ignoring my demand. Most people's attention was focused on my prone wife, who looked incredibly hot with her sexy, brief knickers fully revealed; when selecting them earlier after showering she'd never have imagined anyone but me would get to see her modelling them! I made a grab for the skirt, but she tossed it over my head, whereupon it was snatched in the air by a young woman who fancied it for herself.
"Please stop this!" Sarah pleaded with her antagonists, with no anger in her voice now, only fear. "Look I'm sorry. I'll do anything." she begged. Fran's friend answered her plea by yanking up Sarah's top to reveal her white, lacy bra to the horny males gathered around them.
More passers-by had gathered around the scene of Sarah's humiliation by this time. I overheard one man say to a group of three newly arrived older men (in their 40s, maybe even 50s), "That's this guy's girlfriend they're stripping!" he said, pointing at Sarah and nodding towards me. "Nice!!" one replied. "Very hot!" another agreed. The third was too busy taking photos of Sarah in her underwear using his phone.
I noticed the young lads exchange excited glances between one another at what they were seeing. The one who was videoing the scene held his phone close to Sarah's crotch to ensure he had a good close-up shot of her knickers, and with those knickers a prime target for removal, I decided it was time to play my trump card.
"Get off her!" I ordered as I grabbed Fran's underarms and began to pull her off Sarah's torso. By this point she and Emily, with the aid of one of their male friends stretching Sarah's arms, had pulled her blouse up over her head, inside-out, effectively tying her hands together and rendering her even more helpless. Her pert tits were barely concealed by her bra, which only served to increase the lewd comments being made by the male contingent of the mob.
Sarah had a look of utter fear on her face, but when she saw me apparently rescuing her, a glimmer of hope appeared. This was short-lived though, as two guys in turn grabbed me by my arms and hauled me out of the circle surrounding Sarah. One of them punched me hard in the stomach, then the pair returned to the show.
Winded, I had to remain on one knee for a few seconds to recover. I could hear Sarah still pleading with her tormenters, and between the legs of the bystanders I could see a couple of younger males, probably ten years her junior, closing in on the bare legs of my struggling wife, kept at bay temporarily by her wild kicks. I could also see that Fran was no longer sitting astride Sarah, but her arms were still being gripped by two men as she fought against them.
Sarah's blouse had been extricated from her arms (like her skirt, her blouse and shoes were never seen again - lost to the crowd), and as I watched, one of the two guys grabbed hold of the middle of her bra and yanked it up so that her bare boobs fell out into public view, to a loud cheer, along with catcalls. The two men quickly hauled Sarah's bra up over her head, down and off her arms, then tossed into the crowd where it was snatched and kept by an older Spanish man (must have been in his 60s), who I think was a stall owner.
Although lots of women do go topless on beaches there, Sarah would never have dreamed of doing so; she's quite modest and shy really. So lying there bare-breasted, having her cute button nipples ogled by a crowd of horny men (and boys) would have been extremely embarrassing. And wearing only a skimpy pair of knickers would have added to her embarrassment of course.
The crowd closed in tighter at this point, and I was no longer able to see through the bodies. As I stumbled to my feet an enormous cheer went up, accompanied by whoops, catcalls, and wolf-whistles. I felt sure that Sarah had been fully stripped, and as I frantically searched for a way through, this feeling was confirmed, as something small and white was tossed into the air, and landed on the ground outside of the crowd.
Looking up I saw Fran and her two cronies standing outside of the throng, enjoying the humiliation of their enemy from afar. Fran picked up the tattered remnants of Sarah's knickers (which had obviously been ripped off her) using her thumb and index finger, and held them in front of her at arm's length, biting her lip, with an expression of mock shame on her face.
A high-pitched shriek from Sarah spurred me into action again; I elbowed my way through the crowd (now around 25, predominantly males sporting obvious erections) to find my now stark naked wife being restrained by a group of six men! The pair holding her lower legs had lifted them off the ground, and as I watched, they moved apart, spreading her thighs and revealing her labia to her appreciative audience - she had a neat little cunt (she'd had her first Brazilian wax just before the holiday), with a tidy little patch of pubic hair just above her vaginal cleft.
Wearing nothing but her jewellery and make-up, Sarah was kicking and screaming to be released, but no matter how hard she flailed her arms and legs, she was no match for the strength of the hands restraining her. In fact, her kicking only served to present her cunt in various poses all the more to lustful eyes, with her gash winking at her admirers!
I noticed the two young boys standing at front of the crowd encircling Sarah. They were in a prime position to look right between her parted thighs. One was still avidly recording her (for their and their friends' later enjoyment no doubt), while the other enjoyed the view, occasionally moving in front of the camera to give a thumbs-up with the stripped and spread young teacher in shot.
I pushed my way in between the two young men holding Sarah's legs, and covered her mons with my left hand, pretending to be desperately trying to preserve my wife's modesty. I tried to sound angry, rather than highly turned-on (which I actually was).
"Put her down and get your filthy hands off her!" I barked, using my free hand to point at her assailants in turn.
"Oh yeah, you gonna stop us?" one retorted, and fondled Sarah's right tit.
"Yeah, just fuck off mate." another said.
The mood of the crowd had turned by this point, and there was a sort of pack mentality; a couple of the older guys grabbed me from behind, and dragged me backwards towards the street. Even as I was travelling, before the gap in the crowd re-closed, I saw a mass of hands grabbing at Sarah's crotch, buttocks, and breasts. Several fingers vied for access to her vagina.
"No!, no!, no!" Sarah screamed as she peered down the length of her naked torso, culminating in a very loud "NOOOO!!!" as her sex was penetrated.
I was about to protest when I was punched in the stomach again and tossed with some force headlong into the street. While I was still down, both men kicked me in the side.
"Just stay down I would." one of them warned as they both returned to the live sex show starring my wife!
It was probably about a minute before I could get up, and it was while I was still lying there on the ground that Fran and her two cronies emerged from the fray; all three highly amused at Sarah's debasement.
"Got to give your missus credit - she can hold her beer." Emily laughed as they passed me. I found out later what she meant by that.
"I reckon she'll be the star of a lot of holiday photos." added Fran, motioning to the many onlookers photographing or recording the scene of Sarah's predicament.
The trio then left the scene, giggling among themselves and then howling with laughter as they went; no doubt at Sarah's expense.
There was a wall of men between me and my naked wife, but peering over their shoulders I saw what was happening to her; she was being held in a reclining position, with her legs in the air, wide apart. A beer bottle had been forced up her vagina, and beer was overflowing out of her, and running between her legs. She was unable to scream because a rolled-up T-shirt was being used to gag her, but her eyes conveyed the terror (and pain) she was experiencing.
The youth holding the beer bottle dildo withdrew it from Sarah, and poured the remaining contents of the bottle over her crotch. He then proceeded to kneel down and lap up the beer from her gash. At the same time one of the three older guys who had arrived late poured beer over her tits, then he and one of his friends sucked on her nipples, while their friend recorded the scene using his phone.
By this point all the fight had gone out of Sarah; without a shred of dignity left, she just lay there like a ragdoll and let them do what they wanted - her arms were are no longer pinned down, but she still just lay there dazed and in shock. The old Spanish guy who had kept her bra knelt down next to her head and kissed her forcefully on the lips while copping a feel of her right tit.
The crowd dispersed at sound of a police siren, leaving Sarah lying on the ground face-up, naked and spread-eagled. Shocked and dazed, she made no attempt to cover herself. Her crotch, buttocks and breasts were scratched and bruised, and her labia distended.
I took off my T-shirt and sat her up to put it on. That proved impossible until the two bouncers who expelled her earlier helped me get her to her feet. By the time the police arrived, her tits were covered-up, although the shirt wasn't very long, and still revealed the lower portion of her bottom, and her pussy.
POSTSCRIPT UPDATE
After returning home, it quickly became common knowledge that Sarah had been attacked while on holiday, but not the details (that she'd been stripped naked and manually raped).
It took several weeks before the older brother of one of Sarah's pupils apparently managed to locate a copy of the video and photos on a porn website (or the dark web; I'm not sure). By this time, she had returned to work, and was trying to put the whole incident behind her and forget about it.
It was a Tuesday morning, and Sarah entered her classroom to sniggers from her pupils waiting in there for her. A lot of her students had their mobile phones out, and were excitedly showing each other their screens. Sarah instructed them to put them away, then she noticed an empty beer bottle and a pair of torn white, lacy knickers on her desk.
Horrified, Sarah turned to see a mass of grinning faces. Many of her pupils held up their phones to show the degrading photos they had of her. I found out later that a couple of the boys used her as their phone's wallpaper.
A few of her favourite pupils didn't participate, but generally a pack mentality took hold, and Sarah was surrounded by jeering boys whom she had to push past in tears in order to flee the classroom.
Sarah hid out in the staffroom till I was able to go and collect her. When I arrived, she ran into my arms in floods of years. Several other teachers were present, and looked very uncomfortable, not knowing what to say for the best. Mark Kennedy was in there too, and he offered his sympathies to us, while making it obvious he'd seen the material himself. On the way out, we spotted one of the compromising photos pinned to a noticeboard in the corridor, Sarah thought it was probably Mark who put it up. I took it down of course.
Sarah was forced to move schools, and so far, as far as we're aware none of her new pupils have seen the her naked photos. I'm friends with a couple of the fathers from her old school, and one of them, Rob, got copies off his son's laptop, which he passed onto me. He told me that all of the school, and most of the fathers had seen her too!
