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Triangle
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Ex-wife takes revenge on her divorced spouse and the
best friend that married him, only to take pity on
them both toward the end of their ordeal. (MFF, bd,
exh, v, fisting)
***
"I just got my check, Mel," said Angela. "That's
$40,000 so far this year."
"Thanks for the call, Angela," said Mel. "Those are
the first words you've said to me in two years. It's
good to know you haven't changed."
"What do you think when you see that check come out of
your bank account every month, Mel?" she said. "Do you
think of me? And it's going up in a month with the
cost of living adjustment. Does it bring back happy
memories?"
"To be honest, Angela," he said, "it's an automatic
payment and Wendy does the household accounts. So I
don't see it, and I don't care. I'm just glad I can
help keep you off the street."
They both laughed, because they knew that her salary
was as high as his, and that was pretty high. She
didn't need the alimony, but she was like a wild woman
through the divorce. Wendy also made a good salary and
Mel decided to fight with her instead of Angela.
Wendy thought he was stupid for giving in to Angela's
outrageous claims rather than standing up to her in
court, where the judge would probably split their
assets. Instead, Mel ended up giving Angela the whole
house, half the other assets and outrageous alimony
payments. He didn't care. All he wanted was to put the
whole thing behind him, and if that's what it cost,
he'd pay it.
"But you must think of it sometimes," said Angela,
"and it must really gall you. Even my lawyer couldn't
believe it. She told me the settlement was so unfair
that she was expecting to hear from your lawyer within
a year to reopen the case and was surprised when she
didn't.
"Anyway, the reason I called was to ask you this
question: How would you like to stop paying my
alimony?"
"What are you up to, Angela?" he said. "Have you
become religious? Are you repenting your evil ways? I
can't believe you're sincerely offering to do that?"
"Oh, don't get the wrong idea, Mel," she said. "I'm
just asking the question. You know me. I'm not going
to give you anything, but maybe I would sell it to you
for the right price."
"What are you talking about?" said Mel.
"Well, you know I hold a grudge for a long time, Mel,"
she said. "When you betrayed me with my best friend, I
wanted to hurt you so bad that you'd always remember
what it cost you to humiliate me. I tried to do that
with the divorce, but I now realize that taking your
money didn't hurt you all that much. I wish you were a
greedy miser, so it would eat you up, but
unfortunately, you've never been obsessed with money."
"Thanks for the compliment," he said.
"It hasn't stopped bothering me that you never really
paid for what you did to me," she said, "and almost
every day I think about ways to hurt you and humiliate
you. Some of my ideas are like horror movies, and as
the movie ends, you are pretty much unrecognizable.
"You have everything -- a great life, lots of money
and the love of my best and oldest friend that you
stole from me -- and you probably don't even think you
did anything wrong. And I have nothing but
frustration."
"You never gave me the chance to tell you, Angela," he
said. "Of course, I wasn't completely innocent in this
whole thing. But you have to admit, our marriage was
on the rocks. I loved you a long time through your
mood swings, your insults in front of our friends and
your physical attacks on me. But after a while, you
just wore me out.
"When Wendy and I realized we were in love, most of
our conversations were about not hurting you. Despite
her anger at what you did to me in the divorce, I
think she still loves you more than me. She's an
amazing woman."
Angela had listened to him quietly until he began
talking about Wendy. Then he heard her gasping a
couple of times, and she began screaming so loud that
he had to take the phone away from his ear. "Shut up!
Shut up! I don't want to hear that crap," she yelled.
"She stabbed me through the heart. But we're not
talking about her, just you. She'll make out like a
champ if you do this, because she'll get the benefit
of all that money that you won't have to give me
anymore."
"Yes," he said, quietly, "the alimony. You're right,
I'd rather spend it on Wendy. But you need to be quiet
and listen to me for a minute, because we may never
talk again. I never cheated on you. I wanted to, but
your friend, Wendy, wouldn't let me. She said she
wouldn't marry a cheater. You have no idea how much
she tried to deny her feelings and push me away
because of her loyalty to you. I wish I had a friend
like that. I know that doesn't make any difference to
you, but I'm glad I could finally tell you.
"Now please tell me what you're calling about. I'm
enjoying this conversation as much as you are, but I
have work to do."
As she began explaining, his secretary opened the door
of his office and started to walk in. Then she looked
at his face, and she stopped. He waved his hand at her
to leave and come back later, and she never moved
faster in responding to the familiar gesture. She sat
down at her desk and shivered for a couple of minutes.
When she told her friends at lunch later about his
weird expression, they all wondered what his ex-wife
had been saying to him.
***
"Not on your life," said Wendy when he told her later.
"The alimony does bother me when I do the accounts,
but I'd rather you pay it than get you involved with
her crazy revenge schemes."
"I'm inclined to agree with you," he said, "but let me
play the devil's advocate. She's right that she's the
only one who suffered because of this whole thing. Why
are you looking at me that way?
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know you've told me how awful you
feel when you think of her. I know you've loved and
confided in each other since you were children. So
you've suffered a lot, too. But she's right that I
haven't really had to pay any consequences except for
the money. And on top of that, I get you. So I can see
why she resents that.
"Maybe I should let her have her little revenge and
get it out of her system. Sure, her idea is bizarre,
but she promised it would only be for an hour. And she
said that she wouldn't maim me or break any bones. How
bad could it be?"
"You have no idea, Mel," said Wendy. "I haven't talked
about Angela to you, but I get regular reports from
mutual friends. Since the divorce, her obsession has
been physical training. She's now like one of those
women gladiators -- well, maybe not that muscular,
because she still looks hot.
"But she's strong, and she's been doing all sorts of
martial arts training, plus wrestling, plus boxing.
She's got to where she can destroy women much bigger
than she is."
"But I'm a big guy," said Mel, "and she's just an
average-sized woman. I've got a much longer reach, so
it won't be easy for her to get to me. I'm sure she'll
get in some shots, but if that will get her off our
backs, it might be worth a little pain. And what if
this helped her move on and find someone else? You've
told me that's what you want for her."
"Let me think about it," she said. "My intuition tells
me that I should put my foot down and not let it
happen. But I really wish Angela could start healing.
I doubt this is the way, but I'll think about it. Just
don't pressure me, even if she starts calling you a
lot. I'll tell you when I'm good and ready."
"OK," he said.
***
Angela never called him again, but he found out later
that was because she and Wendy were burning up the
phone lines. Three weeks later, Wendy explained.
"I didn't want to tell you anything because you are
such a cream puff," she said. "This time I was the
lawyer, and I think I got you a deal. For your hour,
Angela is going to give up the alimony. But she's also
going to return all the alimony you've paid up to now.
And she's going to give you half the value of the
house, with a licensed appraiser selected by me
determining what that is."
"Wow!" said Mel. "You're amazing."
"But this may still not happen," said Wendy, "because
I've got some stuff here that looks like a deal-
breaker. I made her give me a bunch of videos of her
going against some opponents. She really fought me on
that, and when you see them, you'll understand why.
"She wanted to give me some old stuff, but I told her
everything had to be from the last couple of months,
and I would be able to tell by how she looked on the
video if she was cheating. I told her flatly that
unless she came through with them, I would see to it
that you wouldn't fight her like she wants. She wants
that so badly that she agreed, even though I could see
she was worried you'd back out once you saw the
videos. We're going to watch them together now."
***
For a moment after the last video was over, both Wendy
and Mel sat in stunned silence. Wendy was the one who
spoke first.
"I was just thinking, this is nothing," she said. "She
must have picked out the ones that were the least
threatening. You can just imagine what's on the other
ones.
"One of our mutual friends told me that Angela said to
her that whenever she's in the ring, she imagines her
opponent is you, and that motivates her to do those
things that you saw.
"I feel sorry for all those girls who are smiling and
shaking hands with her before the match. They think
she's just another opponent. When she finishes with
them, they are totally destroyed, physically and
mentally. You can see they look pathetic as they crawl
out of the ring. She is vicious and unrelenting.
"There's only one video with someone who's larger than
her. I'm sure she kept back the others with much
larger opponents, because some of my friends have seen
them. They're all the same. Sometimes the larger
person hurts her a little in the beginning, but it
doesn't matter. She never stops attacking and
punishing, and soon the big women are whimpering piles
of pain like all the others.
"She told me that there would be no boxing gloves with
you, and neither of you would be allowed to hit with
your fists, but I don't think that will change much,
because she can use everything else, and if she can
destroy those girls in a few minutes, imagine what
she's going to do to you in an hour."
Mel finally spoke. "You're right, Wendy," he said.
"Those videos are scary. Until I saw them, I was sort
of neutral, but now I'm really frightened, and I'll
admit it. I would like to bow out, but something is
holding me back. I feel like I want to do this to
prove how much I love you. Is that stupid?"
"Are you kidding?" she said. "You're right. It proves
your stupidity. You know I love you, and I don't want
to see you hurt. I can't understand you. Sometimes you
act just like all those macho guys who have to prove
how much they can endure for what they believe in."
"That's a better way of putting it," he said. "Yes,
you're exactly right. That's what this makes me feel
like. When it's over, I know I'll have my stupid pride
that I went through hell for the woman I love. Let me
think about it a few days."
"You silly goof," she said. "I know what that means.
But you're not going to agree until I have a few more
chats with Angela."
***
Three days later, when he told her he decided to do
it, she said, "Well, I've tried to protect you as much
as I could. I negotiated with her some more, and she's
agreed that your genitals are off limits. She's not
allowed to touch them, but she said that if you even
slightly touched her vagina, that would void her
agreement. You need to be very careful, because I have
a feeling she'll try to trick you into touching it."
"Don't worry," he said.
"I tried to take your asses off the table, too, but
she wouldn't go for that. So here's what we agreed on.
No punching, no breaking bones, dislocations or
slamming heads. Yes, a couple of her opponents had
concussions. No biting. Nothing in the eyes or ears.
No twisting fingers or toes. She wanted no touching
her breasts, but when I said that if she wanted that,
she couldn't touch your ass, she withdrew that, so you
can pull or twist or hit her breasts or anything
except bite. Watch your ass, though. I can tell that's
where she's focused.
"I had to agree that you'd both be naked and her
friends would get to videotape the whole thing. She's
allowed to have unlimited cameras and lighting. The
only people there will be you, me, her and her three
friends. The videos can only be watched by the people
who are at the fight. If she shows them to anyone
else, you can take her for a lot of money and
property. All the papers will be signed before the
fight, and you'll videotape your agreement that they
will only go into effect once there is an hour of
videotape of the two of you fighting. I will make
copies of all the videos on my laptop before we leave.
I think that's about it."
Mel was listening intently, but when Wendy finished,
he didn't say anything. He sat there, staring into
space. Wendy tried to catch his eye, but she couldn't.
Finally, he got up and went to the living room and
turned on the TV. He didn't say much to her that night
or the next two days.
***
Wendy found out on a Monday a few weeks later that the
fight was going to be that Saturday morning at Mel and
Angela's old house. "My friends told me she's been
training hard for the fight," she told him, "but she
wouldn't let them watch what she's working on because
she wants them to be surprised. Even though they're
her friends and will be there taping, they all feel
sorry for you and will probably be secretly rooting
for you. They did find out that she's cleared
everything out of the basement and laid down some
heavy padding and a few chairs, plus lots of big
lights. We're supposed to get there at 9 a.m. to sign
papers, and the fight will begin around 11.
"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I haven't
seen you do any preparation. Do you want to talk about
strategy or anything? I'm starting to feel terrible."
He felt her crying as she embraced him. "No, I think
I've avoided thinking about the whole thing," he said.
"It's so disgusting what she's doing, and I feel dirty
already for going along with her. I really feel sorry
for Angela more than anything. Her own friends aren't
even on her side. What did I do that made her into
what she's become?"
Wendy pushed away from him. "You know, you can still
back out," she said. "I'll be relieved if you do, and
who cares what she or anyone else thinks. But if
you're going to do it, please at least think about how
you're going to respond when she throws everything she
has at you."
"OK," was all he said, but he didn't talk to Wendy
about it again.
Saturday morning, the basement was like a hothouse
with all the lights, and everyone there was soon
sweating profusely. There was a big steel tub full of
ice and water bottles, and they were being emptied
quickly.
At a table in a corner, there were three chairs, and
Angela, Wendy and Mel sat down. Angela was soft-spoken
and all business as she went through each agreement
line by line before they all signed it. By the time
they made the video where each one affirmed that the
agreements would become valid the minute the fight was
over, nearly two hot, sweaty hours had passed.
When they stood up, all of them were gleaming. They
looked at each other silently for a minute. Mel and
Wendy saw that Angela now looked excited. They were
ill at ease.
"Let's get ready to rumble," said Angela, leading the
way to the center of the room. "You are the referee,
Wendy, and you'll sit right there at the edge of the
mats. I trust you to be fair and enforce the rules we
agreed to. Remember, if Mel so much as brushes his
fingers between my legs in the front, I can do
anything I want to his penis and testicles. On the
other hand, my ass is open territory -- and so is his.
"I've got lots of cameras on stands, and my friends
are going to circle around us and film close-ups, but
they are not allowed to interfere in any way, no
matter what happens. As soon as both of us have all
our clothes off and you ring the bell, you press this
button, Wendy, and the big digital clock on the wall
starts counting down one hour. It will be easy for us
to see how much time is left, but Wendy will also yell
out the time left every five minutes. The clock will
never stop, and neither will we, unless there's blood
or someone is completely unconscious. Punchy or
nauseous doesn't count.
"Do you have any questions before we start, Mel?"
"No," he said quietly.
Angela's clothes were off in a flash, and she stood
with her hands on her hips watching as Mel slowly took
off his sweats. "You stand over there," she said, "and
I'll stand facing you over here, and when the bell
rings, we'll go at each other like wrestlers. Unless
you want to start a different way."
"No, that's fine," he said softly. Her voice was high
and shrill and she was bouncing on the balls of her
feet. She's so excited, he thought, and she looks
great. She's in better shape than when we got married.
"Are you both ready?" Wendy called out.
"Yes!" yelled Angela.
"Yes," mumbled Mel.
The bell rang, and before it stopped vibrating, Angela
was flying at him. He put up his arms, but not fast
enough, because she delivered a stinging slap to his
face, and before he could grab her and push her away,
she did the same to one of his buttocks.
Almost as fast as he pushed her back, she was on top
of him again. All she did was slap him, and often she
missed, but she connected enough that his face and his
butt were soon bright red and he looked shaky.
"Come on," she screamed at him. "Fight back!"
But all he did was try to protect himself and push her
away. That seemed to make her more angry, and now she
was really slapping him hard, so hard that the noise
of her flat hands hitting his red skin sounded like
gunshots. He was grimacing from the pain and breathing
hard.
"Fifty-five minutes," yelled Wendy. "What are you
doing, Mel? Don't just stand there."
Angela stopped slapping. "Yes, you bastard," she said.
"Listen to your wife. She wants you to defend
yourself. I know what you're doing, but it won't work.
You're trying to show that you're better than me. But
I don't care. I'm still going to destroy you.
"Wendy, you come here and defend him. I won't touch
you. You can do whatever you want to me to slow me
down while I work on him. Maybe you can help him a
little."
"No!"
It was the first thing Mel had said since the bell
rang, and it was a loud yell that startled Angela and
everyone else.
"No, Wendy, don't you dare get up," he said, "or I'm
leaving right now just like this. I swear I'll walk
naked right out to the street and leave if you get
near us. This is between Angela and me, not you."
Wendy stayed in her chair, and after a moment, Angela
walked over to one of her friends and stood in front
of her camera and spoke directly to it. "Mel's trying
to show that he would never hurt me," she said, "but
he already hurt me more than I can ever hurt him. He
took my best friend away from me and destroyed our
marriage. He looks so innocent, but he is an evil
bastard who deserves much more than what I'm going to
do to him now.
"Let him have his way and not fight back. It's not
going to make any difference. But if you start feeling
sorry for him, remember he already ripped my heart out
of my body and trampled it under his feet."
She turned back to Mel and ran at him. He put his
hands in front of him again, but she found her way
around them and rained slaps on his face and his
buttocks until she had no more strength. Before she
stepped away, he was staggering.
"Fifty minutes," yelled Wendy. "Please, Mel. I can't
watch this."
"You haven't seen anything, Wendy," said Angela, who
was trying to get her breath back from her exertions.
"All right, Dee Dee, get the oil."
"What are you doing?" said Wendy. "This wasn't in the
agreement. I'm going to stop this right now."
"No you're not," said Angela. "There's nothing in the
agreement that says no oil. That's it, Dee Dee, just
pour the entire bucket onto the mat. Sit down, Wendy."
Wendy quietly went back to her seat and looked at the
clock.
The oil soon covered the entire floor. Mel stood and
stared at it until Angela yelled, "Get ready, Mel.
You're going down." She began running at him, and then
she slid down on the oil. When she got up she shook
herself like a dog, sending drops of oil in every
direction, and she laughed. Mel had moved carefully
away from her across the room.
She walked toward him, and he tried to keep moving
away from her, but she was fast, and when she got
close she launched herself into the air at him with
hands flailing. She got a few hard slaps in, and the
oil on her hands made them sound even louder.
Mel tried to back away from the assault, but then he
slipped and slammed onto the mat on his back. Angela
moved so fast that her friends filming them had to
jump out of the way and slid down themselves. Almost
the second Mel hit the mat, she was flying through the
air, and she landed hard right on his stomach.
"Whoosh!" was the first sound out of Mel since he had
spoken. He didn't really say it. All the air she
forced out of him as she landed made the sound as it
escaped his mouth. She didn't lie on top of him for
more than a second, but got up then crouched down with
her feet on either side of his stomach, then jumped up
as high as she could, even lifting her feet into the
air. Then she then landed once more on Mel's belly.
She did this five times, and by the time she stopped,
everyone could tell Mel was helpless and only half-
conscious. She sat on his stomach facing him and
laughed. "How are you feeling now, Mel?" she said and
then she began slapping him with all her might. Left
hand, right hand, she didn't stop. His face was pushed
back and forth by her slaps. At first, he tried to
raise his hands in front of his face, but she easily
pushed them aside. After a while, he began making
little sounds that sounded like tiny screams each time
her hand hit his cheek. She didn't stop until she
couldn't raise her arms from exhaustion.
"Let's rest, Mel," she said between pants. "I think
you're finished on this side, but you're not well done
on the other side yet, and you haven't been stuffed."
There were some gasps from her friends circling around
them.
"I did a lot of preparation for this," she said to her
friends. "Mel is going to be in pain for weeks, both
inside and outside, long enough that I hope he always
remembers today. I've prepared him, too. He's clean as
a whistle inside, and so am I, and so are all of us.
Did any of you notice how often everyone was going to
the bathroom this morning before we started? That's
not by accident. All the water we were drinking had
enema stimulants in it. Everything inside us has been
flushed down the toilet, so there won't be anything
unpleasant coming out when I make love to Mel now. And
yes, I remember, Wendy. I agreed not to stick baseball
bats or cucumbers inside of Mel.
"Forty-five minutes," said Wendy. "Please don't do
this, Angela. Aren't you satisfied already? Look at
Mel."
"I am looking at him," said Angela, "and I see a big
pile of cowering flesh that I need to roll over. But
first I'm going to bounce a little in case he has any
thoughts of trying to resist. There, I think he's a
little breathless again. Now let me lift him a little
here and push here. Whee! That wasn't so hard."
She sat on his back now, facing his buttocks, and
began flailing away with her hands on his cheeks.
Again there were the loud gunshot sounds and his
little cries from where his face was pressed against
the mat. She spanked him as hard as she could until
her arms were got tired again.
As she caught her breath, she leaned down by Mel's
face. "OK, Mel, now it's up to you. I can keep on
destroying your butt with my hands, or you can roll
back over on your back. If you do, I promise you the
slapping and the spanking are over. You might even
like this next part. Are you listening? If you can
hear me, roll over, Rover, or else I'm going to have
to start spanking again."
Mel slowly rolled onto his back and put his hands over
his face. "That a boy," said Angela. "Don't be silly.
Put your hands down. I told you I'm not going to slap
you anymore. That's it. Oh my goodness. You're crying
like a baby. You're no longer Mr. Tough Macho Mel.
Since you're such a good boy, I'm going to give you a
big orgasm now. Your thing is so small and sad now,
but Angela knows how to rouse it, doesn't she?"
"You can't do that," yelled Wendy, "and it's 40
minutes, by the way."
"Oh yes I can," said Angela after she lifted her face
and let his penis fall out of her mouth. "I promised I
wouldn't hurt his penis or his balls, but I didn't
promise not to pleasure them. See how fast I got him
hard. He likes this. Now I'm going to fondle him down
here with my other hand while I'm pumping him. I was
married to him long enough to know how to satisfy him.
Look how he's starting to thrust against my hand. Time
to stop and let it melt down again.
"Have you tried this with him, Wendy. It's called
frustration sex. You keep building him up with your
hands or your mouth or anything you want to use, like
this, and then when you feel he's about to come, you
stop. He gets more and more worked up and frustrated
until he's screaming. You'll see. Then you make him
come, and it's huge.
"Here we go for the third time, and he's already
starting to go nuts. Do you hear his moans? I think I
could do this long enough for him to beg, but one more
time should be enough for today. OK, we're starting on
number 4, and we're going to build him up slowly.
Look, he's totally exhausted and worn out and feeling
tremendous pain from the bruising I gave him, but his
body is lifting up to my pumping hand and moving with
it.
"Now watch as I put a finger into his anus and feel
around for the prostate. I think I found it. Now I'll
pump hard and whee! There he goes. Did you see that
thing spray like a power hose? Has he ever come that
hard for you, Wendy? Why are you crying? You get him
after today, and I'm sure he'll be glad to humiliate
himself like this for you. Isn't he doing this for you
today anyway? He's such a noble bastard."
"Thirty minutes," yelled Wendy as she sobbed. "You are
a monster, Angela. I can't understand you."
"We're nearly finished, Wendy," said Angela. "He's
drooping down now and just wants to rest, but look, he
moved quickly just then. Do you think he noticed that
I snuck a third finger into his anus. He didn't notice
the second one going in while he was coming. Dee Dee,
see that jar over there next to Wendy's chair, bring
it to me, please.
"Don't worry, Wendy, this white stuff is really good
lube, and I'm pulling my three fingers out of Mel to
grab a bunch of it and push it inside his nice clean
anus. I'm going to use up practically all the slime in
the jar before I'm done, because I don't want him to
bleed. Everything has to go smoothly.
"Now there's a lot of this inside him, and it's time
for the fourth finger. Boy, that was a yell. You've
found your voice again, Mel. I'm glad to hear you
responding to me as I push my fingers in and out of
you. Let's go a little faster. Wow! That was another
big yell, and you're trying to move away from me.
"That's great, but somehow my fingers are following
you, and they're still going in and out faster and
faster. Oh, you're rolling over and getting on your
hands and knees. Want to try to stand up? That's OK,
but my fingers aren't coming out and you might slip
and fall and hurt yourself. Oh, you decided to crawl
on your hands and knees. That looks great. Look how
fast you're moving now, but I can move faster, so you
better pick it up, because I just tucked my thumb in
behind my fingers, so I've got all five moving faster
and you're starting to jerk.
"Yes, you know what happens next. Is that why you're
shaking your ass from side to side to dislodge the
fingers? It looks so funny, but you better start
crawling soon, because I'm starting to press harder.
That's it, faster and faster, don't slow down. Do you
feel the pressure?
"There, I guess you got tired and stopped for a
second. That was a mistake. What would you call that
sound you made? It was like a dying animal, but you
aren't dead, Mel. You've just got my hand inside you
all the way to the wrist. Get a good close-up, girls,
because in a few seconds I'm going to pull it out and
then you'll see a big hole and then I'll push it right
back in. I'm fisting you, Mel. Did you think about me
doing that when you agreed to our fight today?
"You're saying so much, Mel, even though you aren't
using words. Your face is telling me a story, and your
voice is the soundtrack. How does it feel if I twist
my hand around inside you like this. Would you give me
back all my alimony if I stopped? What's that, Mel? I
can't hear you.
"Please stop, Angela," he said between sobs. His voice
was barely above a whisper. "You can have your
alimony. Please."
"How about increasing the alimony by 10 per cent, Mel?
If I didn't twist my hand like this -- whoa, what a
scream! If I didn't do that again, could I have more
alimony and keep all the house money? What do you say,
Mel?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Yes, what, Mel?" she said.
"Yes, the house is yours, and you can have more
alimony. Please stop, Angela, please, please, please."
"No Mel, I signed the agreement, and I won't break it
now, even though you're begging me to. Do you like my
arms, Mel? Aren't they smooth and soft and slim. See
how I'm using my hand that's not inside you to slather
some more lube all over this arm. Yes, you understand.
The whole arm is going up you, until my shoulder. You
don't believe it, but I've seen it on the Internet.
I'll be very careful."
Mel was still crying, but now he began whimpering.
"Please don't, Angela," he said over and over, and
then he screamed loudly.
"You felt it starting to go up your bowels as I
pushed, didn't you, Mel," said Angela. "I'll go slowly
if you follow my instructions. I liked what you said,
but I want you to talk like a little boy. You aren't a
man anymore. You're just a little boy who's crying
because Mommy's punishing him. So say it, say, "Please
don't, Mommy," and say it like a whiny little boy. You
will sound so pathetic on the video, this big, strong
man begging in a little boy's voice.
"Come on! You felt me twisting around inside you. I
can make my hand into a fist in there and make you
scream even louder. But I don't want you to scream
like a sissy. I just want you to beg like a little
boy. That's it. Say it. Say it again. Again."
As Mel spoke in a high voice, repeating "Please don't,
Mommy" over and over, Angela slowly pushed her slime-
covered arm up him. His body twitched and shook
uncontrollably, and the pain was making his eyes pop
out of his head. Her friends who were filming were
having trouble keeping themselves from shaking, too.
They were sobbing louder than Mel.
Finally, Angela was inside to the shoulder. She didn't
say anything, but she smiled at the camera as she was
panting and looked around. "There's still 15 minutes
on the clock, Wendy," she said. "You haven't been
giving the time."
When Wendy didn't respond, Angela looked toward her
chair and saw Wendy wasn't sitting in it. She had
collapsed on the mat in a heap, and her face wasn't
visible. Her body was shaking and a heart-rending
sound of anguish was coming from inside the heap.
Angela looked around at her sobbing friends who were
dutifully filming her and Mel.
Her smile disappeared. "Wendy!" she yelled. There was
no response from the wailing form on the mat.
"Wendy!" she yelled louder. Then at the top of her
lungs, she yelled, "Wendy, if you want to save your
husband from even more pain, you better listen to me."
As she said this, her voice suddenly changed. It was
still loud, but it wasn't exultant anymore. It was
breaking down, and her body began heaving. She began
gasping and sobbing along with the others. She was
louder than any of them.
Wendy's head popped up. Her face looked a mess as she
stared at Angela.
"Wendy, you need to come here right now," said Angela
between her gasps and sobs. "I've got nearly 15
minutes left, and if you don't come here, I'm going to
put my second hand into Mel, and then I'm going to
push my second arm up inside him." Mel screamed, and
Angela's friends gasped.
"What do you want?" said Wendy through her sobs.
"I want you to come here right now," said Angela.
Wendy got up and walked over to where Angela and Mel
were locked together on the mat.
"Now get down here with us," said Angela. She was
shaking so much now that her words were barely
intelligible.
"OK, I'm sitting down next to you," said Wendy. "What
do you want from me?"
Angela's three friends were staring at the triangle of
Angela, Mel and Wendy in silent horror. What was
Angela going to do now? Mel and Wendy were also
silent, but Angela was getting louder and wilder and
crying. She tried to speak, but she couldn't.
Wendy looked up and saw the clock. "Just nine minutes,
Mel," she said.
That seemed to snap Angela back to reality. She didn't
stop sobbing, but she began speaking haltingly.
"That's plenty of time to do more damage if you don't
do what I say, Wendy," she said. "I want you to--" She
stopped, and her sobbing grew louder and more
uncontrollable.
"Yes, yes," said Wendy in an exasperated voice. "What
do you want?"
"I sob want 'sob' you 'sob' to 'sob sob sob'. I want
you to forgive me!"
"What?" screamed Wendy. "You must be kidding. After
what you did to my husband, what you're doing to him
right now? I will never forgive you."
"Please, please, please, Wendy, I'm begging you," said
Angela. "I'll beg you in a little girl voice if you
want. And you can slap me and hurt me more than I hurt
Mel. You can do that right now if you want, and my
friends will film it for you. You can stick one of
your beautiful hands in my anus and the other in my
vagina and really hurt me. You can use a whip if you
want.
"I don't care what you do to me, but you have to
forgive me. I love you, Wendy, and I can't live if you
don't forgive me. I'm sorry about Mel. I told myself
it was about him, but when I saw you on the floor, I
realized it was always about you. I can't lose you
Wendy. You have to forgive me, or I'll do something
horrible, not to Mel, but to myself. Please forgive
me, please, please."
Just tell her you forgive her, thought Mel. He wanted
to say it, but he was too weak to speak. He could
barely think through his pain.
Wendy looked at Angela. "Angela, I hate you, but I
love you, too," she said, starting to sob again. "I've
never stopped loving you. Don't you know that? You're
the second most important person in my life. I would
never hurt you, no matter what you say."
"Wendy, I love you, too," said Angela. "Please say
you'll be my friend again. I'm so sorry I hurt Mel. I
don't know why I did it, because I love you, and he's
your husband. So I was hurting you. I will never hurt
you again.
"Oh Angela, Mel and I made you so unhappy. I'm so
sorry. We are going to find the right man for you, no
matter how long it takes. We want you to be as happy
as we are."
"Oh Wendy!"
"Oh Angela!"
Wendy was now hugging the naked, greasy Angela tight
to her, and Angela had her free arm around Wendy's
neck. They didn't move and didn't say anything, but
they continued to sob in each other's arms.
"What did you say, Angela?" said Wendy. "Of course
we're going to help you."
"I didn't say anything," said Angela.
"Oh no!" said Wendy. "It was Mel. We forgot about Mel.
Mel! Mel! I'm so sorry!"
Mel summoned all his strength and gasped out, "Please
stop being sorry and get that damned thing out of me."
"Oh no," said Angela, "I was so carried away that I
forgot all about you. Please try to relax and I'll
pull out as carefully as I can. You know, I was going
to make a great big fist and see how big I could open
your anus for the video, but now I'm making my hand as
small as possible for you. Oh no! You're screaming
again. I'll stop."
"Don't stop!" screamed Mel. "Keep pulling it out no
matter what I do. But slowly."
"OK," said Angela. "I hope you can believe me when I
say I don't really hate you and I will never hurt you
again. I will die to protect you if I have to, because
you belong to Wendy, and whatever is Wendy's is holy
to me. Just a few more seconds. Try to relax your
bowel muscles. I can tell this is hurting you a lot. I
feel terrible."
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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