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Hi,
 
I am attaching ch2 of my story, A Journey of a Real Woman.
 
Kacey1999


      
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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN By Kacey1999 Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com Please
email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the
time to give feedback.  The style of this story is new and I hope readers
can understand what I tried to do.  I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets
set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life.

   Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am
not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman...  or the craziest.

   Chapter Two - The Relationship Ends

   Betsy willingly returned to her secret weekend retreat ready for more.
She would be turning 40 very soon and considered the prospect very
frightful.  Lately she seemed to be daydreaming more and more and it was
all about her journey through life.  Betsy loved dreaming with her eyes
closed and watching the animated images of her life story pass across her
darkened eyelids.  Lately she was obsessed with fantasizing especially
about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the years.

   The weekend was progressing exactly as planned.  Betsy's life story
continued with her waiting to end her relationship with Ron.  She regretted
the previous period of her life but she was still grateful for the
experiences.  After all, Betsy reasoned, it was these experiences that made
her what she was today and Betsy was extremely happy with her present life.
She had met Danny a few years ago and he was that one person who each
person hoped to meet in his or her lifetime.

   Betsy couldn't remember how long she remained loyal to Ron but it must
have been many months.  Having sex with Ron's friends and strangers was
something that changed Betsy.  She became numb when it first happened and
quickly fell into Ron's devious trap.  Today she realized that he used her
to satisfy his perverted sexual desires, but back then, she would do
anything, absolutely anything, to please him.  The ultimate reward in the
world to Betsy, then, was being accepted by Ron even though she knew what
she was doing was wrong.  It amazed her that a southern, Baptist girl could
do such immoral things.

   The middle period of Ron's relationship lasted far longer than Betsy
would have liked.  Now she thought back to how naīve and stupid she had
been, as the relationship progressed onto the next stage.  At the time she
should have been suspicious when Ron begged her to dress up.  He even
provided her with the attire and at first Betsy merely mumbled a few
excuses for not wearing the clothes.  Ron quickly convinced her that it
would make him happy if she dressed up and he persisted until she
eventually surrendered.

   Ron even helped and coaxed her, as she dressed, and he kept giving her
compliments the whole time.  The attire was far sexier than she would ever
wear out in public but that didn't deter Ron.  She wore a very short, black
skirt that hugged her seductive hips like wet silk.  The skirt covered what
Betsy considered the skimpiest thong panties, as they consisted of nothing
but a small heart-shaped patch over the tip of her pelvis.  Attached to the
patch were mere strings holding the heart in place, which gave her the
feeling of not wearing any panties.

   She wore a sheer black blouse that revealed a lot more than Betsy liked.
It was see-through and she breathed a big sigh of relief that there were
small pockets directly over her breasts.  Luckily, she thought, the pockets
helped hide the fact her snow-white bra was a cutout type, which left her
areolas and nipples fully exposed.  Betsy wondered whatever made her fall
for Ron's devious scheme but then she remembered that her devotion to the
man was about to change.

   Dressed in black and donning knee-high, black boots, Betsy glanced at
herself in the mirror and the sexy sight took her breath away.  Today,
lying on the bed dreaming about those early years brought back an awful
memory.  She recalled that she was going to protest and plead with Ron but
she didn't get the chance.  Ron grabbed her by the arm and they were out
the door of her apartment before she could say or do anything.

   All of a sudden a powerful tremor shot up her backbone with the thought
of how the end came.  Like she did in the morning dreamland session, Betsy
laid flat on her back with her arms and legs outstretched in spread-eagle
fashion.  It felt much better when she assumed the prisoner-like position,
which gave her the feeling of helplessness.

   The images and visualizations were revolting and Betsy questioned her
willpower to watch it all.  This was the interval of her life that was the
hardest to recall and think about.  'Yes,' she thought, 'I must see it and
then maybe I can forget.' She closed her eyes and her eyelids lit up with
the next installment.

   Ron took her arm and they walked to the hotel room without saying a
word. When the door opened, Betsy knew the relationship was over.  She had
to make a break and tell Ron that she did not want him anymore.  But sadly
for Betsy, the movie played out in her head, and the eventual breakup would
come later.

   Ron had to push her into the room.  She stumbled across the floor until
she was standing about a foot in front of the fattest man.  "Gino is paying
you...  and paying you dearly.  So make it good, baby," Ron said.  Ron
blocked any exit and Betsy stood on legs that were almost ready to
collapse.

   A tear came to her eye realizing she was a whore.  Being paid for sex
was the last thing in the world Betsy thought she would do.  All of a
sudden Gino stood up and started stripping his clothes.  Her eyes opened so
wide they hurt when she saw his fat belly revealed.  The man had no shame
and he let his big stomach jiggle uncontrollably with her looking on.  When
Gino was completely naked, Betsy thought she was going to be sick.

   Probably the worst part of it all, Betsy reasoned now long after the
sordid event, was the fact she still remembered his name.  Betsy considered
Gino the grossest man she had ever met.  She dreamed of that horrible night
and shuddered so hard that the bed began to shake.  If this was the way to
forget, then Betsy was determined to remember it all.

   Gino sat on the edge of the bed and he sort of leaned backwards, which
was the only way she was ever going to get at his manhood.  Betsy stared at
his pecker, as it hovered below his big belly, and she almost wanted to
laugh at how silly he looked.  Gino's cock looked small and paltry next to
his oversized belly and it was extraordinarily thin compared to the rest of
his body.  His fat stomach looked ugly and she shivered at the thought of
touching it.

   All of a sudden Ron had his hands on her.  "Take your blouse and skirt
off...  so Gino can see what you look like," Ron whispered.  "Com'on
baby... show him your tits...  and your gorgeous pussy.  Show him what he's
getting for his money, babe."

   Betsy never knew if Ron stripped her clothes or she did it.  Suddenly
she was standing in her bra and panties and Gino's eyes were bugged out at
the sight of the cutout bra.  "Holy, sweet Jesus!  What knockers!  Her
fucking tits are gorgeous, Ron, and those nipples...!"

   It was probably the first and only time in his life that Gino was in
charge.  "Turn around...  show me all you got, Sweetheart," he ordered. 
Somehow she remained on her feet and slowly turned around.  "Oooooh, now
that's beautiful.  Come a little closer, Sweetheart...  I'm not going to
hurt you."

   Suddenly Ron shoved her next to the bed.  Gino sat up and his hands got
busy.  He popped her boobs out of the bra and used his hands to fondle her
making sure his fingers lingered on her nipples.  Then she flinched when
his right hand swooped downward and covered the delicate heart-shaped
thong. Gino rammed his pudgy fingers between her thighs, which she was
trying to keep closed, and he let his vulgar middle finger press against
the string between her legs.

   Ron was standing directly behind her and he held her steady for Gino. 
She looked down and saw the filthy man was stretching her nipple far out
from her chest.  All of a sudden Ron kicked her feet apart and that was all
Gino needed.  "Sweet mother of God...  my finger is in," he whizzed hardly
able to contain his excitement.  "I'm in...  I'm fucking in her cunt.  My
finger is in her cunt!"

   Betsy vividly remembered crying at that point, but the worst was yet to
come.  She bucked up and down trying to evade his pudgy finger but it was
hopeless, as he finger-fucked her.  Gino was close enough to smell the
sweet scent of heaven and it was a drug to his overly aroused mind.  "Get
down, Sweetheart...  on your knees," he said laying back on the bed so his
pelvis was openly displayed.  "Suck it, Sweetheart...  earn your fucking
money!"

   Ron pushed her down to her knees until the small penis was mere inches
from her overly flushed face.  The moment was a lasting memory for Betsy
and she remembered staring at the man's gross belly and small cock.  It was
utterly profound and Betsy could not believe her dilemma.  "Suck'im baby...
and make it good," Ron whispered.

   Suddenly her head was in Gino's lap and his pecker was in her fist.  She
was positive Ron kept his hand on the back of her head the whole time but
what did it really matter now, she reasoned.  Suddenly her forehead was
hitting his belly and it was impossible to reach his cock with her mouth.
Her momentary relief was ended when Ron coaxed her onto the bed so that she
was sideways to the fat man.  Nothing was in her way so it was easy for Ron
to shove her head until it was on top of Gino's cock.

   Her lips held tightly closed for a brief moment, but then someone forced
her head downwards with a violent push.  Gino's cock was shoved into her
mouth and she struggled madly trying to keep it from going down her throat.
Her mouth was like a volcano to Gino and the heat quickly robbed his
resolve to prolong the experience.

   Betsy felt his overstuffed body tighten like a violin string and she
didn't like the tune.  His cock throbbed like crazy and she realized Gino's
stamina was limited.  Betsy would never forget that first blast of cum when
it hit the back of her throat like a rocket.  She vowed at that moment to
do whatever it took to end her relationship with Ron.

   The burning lava surprised Betsy, but not nearly as much as the size of
the man's reservoir.  It seemed like Gino would never stop filling her
mouth with the sticky, creamy cum and eventually she began to choke.  When
the end finally came, she breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over.
But her hopes were quickly dashed.  "Damn!  I haven't had an orgasm like
that in years...  Now let's see what her pussy is like?" Gino spoke and all
Betsy could do was wonder.

   "This fucking Viagra will keep me hard for hours...  Let's see what this
whore can do." Betsy had no idea that Gino was using a new remedy, which
cured a man's erection problems.  Even though the pill was not actually
distributed to the public yet, Gino had gotten a trial sample.  He worked
for Pfizer, the company that developed Viagra, and Gino personally knew the
scientist who invented the drug.

   The drug was actually developed as a heart medication to treat angina
and hypertension but the company quickly realized the pill had far more
dramatic affects on erectile dysfunction.  Pfizer realized the greater
potential in that area and started a few preliminary tests.  Although the
clinical trials didn't commence until the early 90's, the pill was
available to a select few in the late 80's.  When Gino heard of the
tremendous power of the new pill, he used his influence to attain a trial
sample from his friend.  Although he hadn't used Viagra during sex, Gino
was well aware of how long he retained a hard-on after taking just one
pill.

   Betsy's tears came again but neither man cared.  In a split second, her
bra and panties were ripped off her body leaving her dressed only in
high-top boots.  Looking back on it, she now realized that both men found
her nakedness alluring and sexy.  Betsy remembered how she kept her eyes
closed, not able to look at the man.  Gino shifted around until he was
between her splayed legs, which were forced apart by the big man.  Betsy
felt him poking around with his penis and eventually he inserted the narrow
head into her wetness.

   Suddenly he started riding her like a mad bull and all she hoped for was
that he would climax quickly.  That did not happen and Betsy endured what
she considered the most painful nightmare.  He pumped his pecker in and out
for minutes, which could easily have been hours.  Eventually he began to
sweat like a pig from the strenuous exercise.  The sweat ran off his brow
and off his chest falling onto her twisting torso, which merely added the
Gino's enjoyment.

   After what seemed like an eternity, Gino pulled out.  "I'm having a hard
time...  use your tits," he ordered.  At first she didn't know what he
meant but he made it clear.  "Use your tits...  wrap those jugs around my
cock...  make me cum again, Honey."

   Betsy almost fainted when he shifted around to lie flat on his back. 
Once again Ron was there to ensure her obedience and he prodded her until
she was crouching between the man's fat, hairy legs.  His hard cock bobbed
just below his fat belly and she slowly moved hoping to end her turmoil
quickly.

   She crawled upward until her chest was just over his groin, and then she
did it.  Betsy arched her back enough so that she could put her boobs on
either side of his cock, and then she put her hands on the sides of her
breasts.  She moaned when her hands pushed sideways until her boobs
squashed the cock between them.

   As dumbfounded as she must have been back then, Betsy willingly moved up
and down so that her tits stroked Gino's cock.  She remembered looking down
at the head of his cock poking up with every stroke and suddenly it
happened.  The thick cum blasted from the end of his cock and hit her right
in the face.  Again the man's juices were limitless and he covered her
upper chest, neck and chin with the white cream.

   Gino had no sooner climaxed when she was manhandled again.  The man had
the endurance of a raging bull, which was obviously the result of the
little blue pills.  Weakened from what she had gone through, Betsy almost
died when Gino handed Ron another wad of bills.  "Here...  this is for one
more.  She's the best whore...  ever," Gino whispered to her boyfriend.  "I
can keep a hard-on for one more...  I want that luscious ass!"

   It happened very quickly and Betsy was helpless.  The two determined men
easily rotated her body until she was bent over the edge of the bed.  Her
knees were on the floor and her upper body was draped on the bed, as the
strong men held her prisoner.  Betsy remembered screaming at Ron for mercy
but to no avail.  When the rotten man touched her ass with his everlasting
hard cock, her heart stopped.

   The memory was hazy but she remembered Gino playing around with her open
slit most likely getting his penis covered with lubrication.  Betsy sobbed
when he put the head of his cock at the entrance to her precious hole.  And
then she felt him push...  and push...  and push until the narrow shaft was
in.  She couldn't even put her arms down or reach behind because Ron was on
the bed holding her arms high above her head.

   It was the longest journey for Betsy.  She sobbed and cried and Gino
kept fucking her ass like a madman.  He surely must have reamed her out and
she was actually glad when he climaxed in her ass putting an end to the
nasty affair.

   The remainder of the night was nothing but a blur, as she thought about
it now.  Betsy vaguely remembered Gino leaving the hotel room while she and
Ron stayed.  She cringed thinking back to how they had sex before Ron had
to go home to his wife.  That merely confirmed her decision to end the
relationship with the man she once thought was the man of her dreams.

   ***

   Betsy remained in a trance enjoying the wonderful chance to slip back in
time.  She was almost to the end of the worst chapter of her life and
rushed forward wanting it to be over.  The movie resumed with Ron showing
up at her place unannounced.  Betsy had gone over everything in her mind
and she knew exactly what to tell him.

   Betsy had decided to end the relationship, but all of a sudden, she was
deathly afraid.  Ron stood at the door of her apartment expecting a kiss
and that was what he got.  They embraced and Ron told her how much he loved
her.  His voice was soft and loving and suddenly Betsy lost her nerve.

   Ron told her that he was taking her somewhere special.  He then told her
that they were going to meet his boss who was a very influential man and
the head of a big, powerful company.  Ron stressed that it would go a long
way to his getting promoted if his boss approved of her.  With all her
courage gone with the wind, Betsy shuddered to think that she would have to
endure one more night with Ron.

   She remembered making a few feeble excuses for not going out but nothing
worked at the time.  Ron justified her dressing up again and Betsy was
completely dumbfounded at how malleable she was then.  He handed her a
bundle of clothes and told her that his boss would find her ravishing when
she dressed up.  Betsy remembered the clothes and it sent a shiver of
excitement down her spine remembering how good she looked that night.

   She wore a jet-black, evening dress and undergarments to match.  The
strapless gown was perfect, as it was fairly loose, but still clung to
every curve of her tall, lithe body.  The material was rich silk-like and
the dress made her look very provocative and alluring.  Her bra didn't have
straps and it was made of shear lace with pushup cups that made her breasts
appear overly seductive.  She shivered thinking of what Ron's boss said
when he saw them.

   The rest of her attire added to her beauty.  Her panties were skimpy but
they did cover all her abundant assets.  They were cut tantalizingly high
on the sides, which gave her the appearance of being a tall, lanky Amazon.
The black high heels were stiletto type and Betsy appeared ready for an
elegant party.

   The way Ron got her to do everything he wanted simply amazed Betsy to
this day.  They went to a luxury condo where his boss lived and the
elevator ride up the tower complex to the top was quiet and eerie.  Just
before the elevator stopped, Ron decided to talk.  "Stan...  that's my
boss. He will probably want to have a nice dinner and then maybe some
dancing.  I'm not sure what he'll do...  but he was very pleased when he
saw your picture," he said.  "This is really important.  He promised me a
promotion if things went good."

   'If things went good'...  Betsy had no illusions as to what that meant.
When the doors of the elevator opened, she had a hard time walking when
they went to the door of the condo.  Luckily for Betsy, Ron held her by the
arm but when the doorbell rang, it was like someone put a heavy weight on
her chest.  The door opened and she felt the whole world coming down on
her.

   "You must be Betsy.  I've heard so much about you...  please, come in,"
the ruggedly handsome man said.  His hand motioned for her to enter and he
took her arm from Ron.  Then Stan guided her over to a table, which was
richly setup for dining.  "You look ravishing...  truly gorgeous, my dear."

   The smug grin on Stan's face told Betsy everything she needed to know.
She reasoned that she was in big trouble and her heart beat so fast it was
hard for her to breath.  Her chest pounded and Betsy hoped it wasn't too
noticeable.

   The three ate a lovely meal and then the fun started.  Ron's boss
obviously had too much wine and his cordial manner suddenly changed.  "I
ssink we should go into my entertainment room for somessing to drink... 
yano, sort of take the edge off," he said with a little slur, and a
chuckle. She found nothing funny at all with what the man said but didn't
know how to get out of her mounting dilemma.

   This was the point of the evening that Betsy's memory stopped...  up
until today.  The demons had always been too strong to continue but
suddenly she vowed to see it through to the very end.  Ron's boss invited
them into a large room set up for entertaining guests to his lavish home.

   Looking back on it, Betsy saw how things progressed.  Both men already
had too much to drink but that didn't stop them from consuming more.  Stan
handed her a drink and then he began kissing her neck and shoulders, as he
stood slightly behind her.  Despite her shrugs and attempts to get away
from his caresses, Stan wasn't a bit deterred.  At one point she considered
sitting down but quickly decided it was better to be on her feet.

   On drink number two, Stan got much bolder.  Music played in the
background and they danced.  He kept putting his hands on her waist, her
hips and even her behind.  Every time she tried to evade his assault, he
merely moved his hands to another place so that it was a constant fondling.

   On drink number three, she, too, was beginning to feel the effects of
the alcohol.  Now when they danced, her evasive actions lagged his bold
fondling and caresses by a second or two.  One time Stan even pulled the
top of her dress out far enough so he could see her entire bare breast. 
Probably the worst memory of that part was her giggling along with his
excited laughter when he threatened to pop her boob right out of her bra
and dress.

   Now the movie skipped right along because Betsy was determined to expose
all that happened during that frightful night.  Stan turned the music up a
little louder and they danced some more.  The constant dancing and
returning to the bar for more drinks were taking a toll on Betsy.  They
danced for a little while; drank for a little while, and then refilled
their glasses with drink number six.  Today, Betsy could only assume Stan
had put more alcohol into her drinks than she was used to, because her
memory of what happened next was somewhat blurred.

   Ron's boss waltzed her down a hallway and into what she thought was a
bedroom.  Now she could see it was really a dungeon, a room where a
deviate, perverted man did things to women without any regard for their
well-being.

   Tears welled-up in her eyes, as she continued to recall the drastic
events.  The room was dimly lit and at first Betsy didn't realize what she
was getting into.  When the devious man locked handcuffs on her dainty
wrists, she was too confused to speak.  Then the cuffs were tied to straps
coming down from the ceiling and suddenly Betsy was helpless.  Stan
tightened the straps until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

   All of a sudden Betsy realized the peril she was in.  "What...  gawd,
please...  what are you doing?  Let me go...  please!" she said with as
much emotion as she could muster.  Glancing down, Betsy saw that her
extended arms being stretched above her head had pulled her boobs right out
of her bra and dress.  The lacy bra was completely above the top of her
dress and looking closer, Betsy saw her bra was sagging downward revealing
the top portion of her nipples.

   Stan moved directly in front of her and put his face up to hers.  "Ron
tells me you like getting fucked by strangers," he said.  Then he forced
his finger into her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down.  "Fucked in
the mouth...  fucked in the cunt...  fucked in the ass," he said.  His free
hand first covered her pelvis, which she tried in vain to move backwards.
"Tells me you like it rough!" Then he moved his hand behind Betsy and
squeezed her ass in a most threatening manner.

   "I'm going to make you beg, slut...  beg me to fuck your precious
cunt... beg me to fuck this precious ass," he whispered giving her ass
another big squeeze.  Betsy thought of kicking the man but quickly gave
that up when the weight of her body put too much strain on her wrists.  She
merely wriggled and twisted feeling his brazen hands start roaming all over
her body.  Stan purposely pinched the top portion of her dress with his
thumb and forefinger before pushing the garment all the way down to her
waist.  A smile crossed his face, as he glared down, leering at her
succulent breasts, which were almost completely out of her lacy, black bra.

   Suddenly Stan relaxed the straps and Betsy let out a big sigh of relief
when her feet were flat on the floor.  She had never experienced any form
of bondage or S&M and she feared the consequences.  The flashback even gave
her goose bumps, as the frightening experiences came back to her.

   Stan leaned against her shivering torso and put his lips next to her
ear. "Now those are some tits...  I bet you love having them felt by
strangers," he said.  "Don't you?"

   He waited for what seemed like an eternity.  "Ron tells me that you're
the best fuck...  best piece of ass around," he whispered keeping his mouth
next to her ear.  "He says you'll make me happy.  Are you going to make my
happy, darling?"

   She didn't know what to do.  The words came out before she could think.
"Yes...  yes!  Oh gawd, no...  no!"

   All of a sudden Stan was gone.  He walked around and stood behind her so
she couldn't see him.  Her head went side to side and suddenly she got the
chance to see what was in the room.  Her eyes opened wide when she saw
various pieces of equipment that looked like items found in a torture
dungeon.  All she could do was emit whimpers, as she imagined what each
item could be used for.

   Stan was an expert and he loved being a master.  Nothing was more
satisfying than breaking the will of a beautiful woman, and especially one
as gorgeous as Betsy, he mused.  He vowed to take time to tease and taunt
her until she broke.

   Suddenly he was whispering in her ear again.  "Ron said I could do
anything I wanted...  and you would cooperate." His fingers twisted in her
hair and yanked her head backwards so she stared at the ceiling.  "He said
you loved being fucked...  and that you would be my little slut."

   Then Stan let go of her head so she could stand up straight.  He walked
around until he was right in front of her.  There was an evil smile on his
face and it made Betsy madder than ever.  She fumed and her eyes glared at
the man wanting to defeat the bastard.

   "Ron tells me you're going to college to be a physics professor.  I
admire that," he said.  "Not only do you have a great body...  sexy as
Hell. But you have brains, too."

   Suddenly his fingers were on the top portion of her bra.  He jerked the
lace, out and down, with one swift motion.  "Whew...  now that's a set of
tits!"

   Now she remembered it more clearly.  Stan turned into a 'Dr.  Jekyll',
as his pleasant demeanor suddenly became much more crude and obnoxious.  He
grabbed the cups of her flimsy, lacy bra and ripped them apart much to her
amazement.

   Stan could see how Betsy set her jaw and seemed to be more determined
than ever to fight him.  "Women with great tits shouldn't wear bras," he
whispered.  "If I didn't know better...  I'd say those nipples are hard,
waiting for me to feel them...  taste them?"

   It was hopeless to squirm, or try to move, so she merely stood still. 
Then he slowly and smoothly rolled her dress down and over her flared hips
letting the garment drift to the floor.  He gave one of those catcall
whistles when he saw her sexy, black panties and that made Betsy steam with
anger.

   Clad in only her panties, Stan had to admit Betsy was truly a refined,
sexy woman.  His hands caressed her bare hips and slid down the sides
feeling the heat radiate from her body.  Then he slowly grabbed the
lace-covered elastic around her waist and pulled the silky panties down to
the floor.  He yanked them under her feet and put them under his nose. 
With his eyes locked on hers, Stan sniffed the garment giving the
impression he liked the wonderful smell.

   Naked and shivering, Betsy felt totally helpless.  She quickly glanced
around the room in an effort to find Ron but gave out a groan of despair
when she saw him.  Her boyfriend had his penis in his hand and he was
fisting his rod like a raving maniac.  He obviously condoned what was
happening and Betsy suddenly felt very alone in her struggle.

   It was time for Stan to prove that he was master.  His plan was simple
and Stan reasoned he would not need all the equipment in the room.  He
would fuck her mind, then her luscious body.

   "I think our little professor is horny...  don't you?" Stan said to
nobody in particular.  All of a sudden he tightened the straps hanging from
the ceiling again, just enough so that she had to stand up straight.  Betsy
looked down and Stan was putting bracelets around her ankles and there was
a length of pipe attached to them holding her legs spread.  Despite kicking
and waving her legs, Stan had little trouble putting her in the most
precarious, captive position.

   Betsy remembered vividly how she pleaded and begged Stan to relent. 
"Dear gawd...  please Stan.  I don't know what Ron told you...  but I'm not
that kind of woman," she moaned.  "Please, oh please...  let me go."

   Stan merely grabbed her snatch and squeezed hard.  "Do you see all these
pieces of equipment?  I plan using every one of them on you," he whispered.
Betsy felt her heartbeat speed up and her breathing get very ragged.  "The
little professor is going to have something to tell her students when we're
done."

   Suddenly he let go of her crotch and started waving something in her
face.  She tried to focus on the item, as it was real close to her eyes,
and shuddered when she recognized a clothespin.  "What do you think I can
do with this?"

   Betsy was speechless and watched in horror, as he produced another
clothespin.  Her breathing stopped when his arms lowered and Betsy knew
exactly what he planned.  All of a sudden the two springy pins closed on
her enlarged nipples and at first there was nothing.  No pain for a brief
moment, and then it hit.  She cried out and pleaded for Stan to stop. 
"Ooow...  ooowee.  Oh gawd...  please, it hurts too much."

   She thought back to the dire event and realized Stan had been extremely
devious.  He left the clamps on her aching nipples and slowly walked around
her struggling body a few times.  Then suddenly he had a cat o' nine tails
in his hand and he was testing it by snapping the leather tails in the air
a few times.  Every time he walked around in front of Betsy, he waved the
menacing whip at her.

   Betsy had feared the worst when Stan threatened her.  Then he
disappeared and obviously wanted to give her time to think.  Betsy turned
her head side to side frantically before focusing on some of the mysterious
items around the room.  Stan was purposely giving her time to reflect
before he turned her into his loyal slave.

   The first item she noticed seemed to be some kind of rack with buckles
to bind a person's wrists and ankles.  Betsy reasoned that if a person were
bound in the rack, they would be stretched out in a spread-eagled position
leaving them entirely helpless.  Then she noticed a large dildo attached to
some kind of mechanism, which looked like it would move the dildo back and
forth.  She blinked rapidly thinking how the dildo would be perilously
close to the person's crotch.  It could mean only one thing and Betsy let
out a whimper imagining what the big pecker would do to her.

   Another apparatus was off to her left.  She stared at what appeared to
be an electronic torture machine.  Again it was a stretcher type frame that
a person would be buckled into.  There were electronic probes with long
wires attached and Betsy shuddered when imagining where the probes would be
placed.  Her heart rate quickened thinking that Stan planned to use the
electric shocker on her.

   "Yes...  that can be a shocking experience.  I have had strong women beg
me for mercy...  beg me to stop," Stan whispered.  Betsy flinched wildly
when his sudden voice scared her.  "Just think...  what would happen if I
hooked up your cunt to that machine?"

   The thought of being strapped and confined on that equipment made
Betsy's heartbeat increase another cadence.  She would absolutely die if he
put one of those probes between her legs.  Her body twitched just thinking
about getting a jolt down there.

   Betsy felt her resolve dying so quickly she wasn't sure if she was
strong enough to fight the man.  Stan knew the turmoil she was experiencing
but he had one more shrewd chastisement.  He held a crystal object in his
hand and the shape of it sent a shiver up Betsy's spine.  "Here,
Sweetheart...  lick this plug," Stan said.  "Get it nice and lubricated. 
Guess what I have planned for you?"

   She started begging again.  "Stan...  oh gawd, Stan.  Please, please
don't," she cried.  Suddenly she was speechless, as he carefully shoved the
crystal plug between her lips.

   Stan knew Betsy was almost his.  He left the plug in her mouth for a few
moments, and then he slowly walked around her sweat-covered body.  All of a
sudden he stopped directly behind her.  Betsy sensed he dropped to his
knees and then she felt something.  Stan put the tip of the glass butt-plug
on her back and began running it all over.  He traced lines up and down,
left and right, until he swooped downward.  He ran the tip onto her
tightened ass cheeks and then he dropped lower to caress her thighs and
legs.

   Betsy had her eyes closed tightly and she was praying.  Her arms ached
from being stretched but that did not matter at the time.  Then his hands
closed on her rosy cheeks and squeezed.  Stan pried her cheeks apart and he
witnessed utopia.  He spit into her crack and made sure to make enough
noise so she knew what was happening.  Then he touched her with the plug
again.

   "No...  no, I can't take anymore.  Please, dear gawd...  I'll do
anything...  just stop," she pleaded with the man.

   Stan had her but needed just a little more.  He ran the tip of the plug
up and down her crack a few times before stopping right on her cherished
asshole.

   "Anything...  dear gawd, Stan.  I'll do anything you want...  just stop
that...  and don't use any of those goddamn things on me," she moaned
trying her best to convince Stan to show her sympathy.

   Betsy cringed as her dream unfolded.  Even now, years later, her body
was covered with sweat.  She remembered how the night evolved and soon she
was going to be rid of the demon that had haunted her since that horrible
night.  She dared not stop the dream so she let the images continue.

   Suddenly Stan's serious, rugged face was right in front of her eyes. 
There was no smile or even a twinkle in his eye.  "So if I stop...  if I
stop, what will you do for me?" he asked.  "I would really hate to use
torture on such a beautiful woman...  and especially one who promises to do
whatever I demand."

   She stared into the eyes of the devil listening to every word.  "If I
untie you...  what will you do for me?" he whispered.

   Betsy really didn't know what to say.  She had resigned herself to do
whatever he demanded but was too confused to know what that entailed.

   "Let's say you masturbate," Stan said.  "Let's say I let you go...  and
you masturbate for us?" And then he merely waved the crystal butt plug in
front of her face, and she responded immediately.

   "Yes...  oh gawd, just untie me and let me go.  I'll do whatever you
ask...  just let me go.  I'll masturbate." At the time, Betsy reasoned it
was better to be free.  At least she would have a measure of control over
what really happened.  She could not bare the thought of being stretched
out on the various apparatuses in Stan's S and M torture chamber.

   Suddenly Stan grabbed her head by intertwining his fingers through her
hair.  He put his lips to her ear but didn't get a chance to say anything
before she broke.  "You bastard...  you fucking bastard.  I hate you," she
hissed.

   Stan cleverly rubbed the crystal plug down the center of her body
stopping on her pelvis.  He didn't have to wait for her response.

   "I'll...  I'll masturbate for you.  Oh gawd...  I'll masturbate if you
free me," she said, but suddenly realizing something needed to be added. 
"And don't use any of those horrible things on me."

   Betsy's memory was vague after that point, especially after years of
forgetfulness.  Somehow Stan untied her and Betsy chuckled thinking that
the first thing she did was pull the hurtful clothespins off her
extraordinarily hard nipples.  She was positive that they had suffered
irreparable damage at the time, but quickly found out that was wrong.

   Her next dilemma was how to masturbate?  Although she did it on a
regular basis, she didn't know what would make Stan happy?  How or why she
wound up wearing her bra and panties again was a mystery but she assumed
Stan wanted it that way.  He had somehow fixed the bra so she could wear it
again and voiced his approval at her wearing the black, sexy undies.

   Now she remembered how awful it was to perform lewd, despicable acts
with the two men leering at her.  At first she fondled her breasts trying
to mimic what a man would do.  Betsy remembered that her seduction got the
two men more aroused and worked up, which she regretted.  All of a sudden
Stan's patience started to run thin.  "Show me your clit...  show me that
wonderful piece of meat, baby."

   When she peeled her panties to the side and revealed her jewel to the
man, Betsy felt totally embarrassed.  She looked directly at Stan and
noticed how his face beamed.  His tongue licked his lips in expectation, as
he kept up the verbal harassment.  "Pull it...  pull it, baby!" he
whispered.  "Show Daddy that little clitty."

   Her dainty fingers pinched the delicate bud and pulled it completely out
of its shell.  Betsy rolled the throbbing clitoris around and around
feeling shame, yet an element of excitement.  "Harder...  pull it harder,
baby," Stan shouted the order this time.  "Daddy better see his darling
slut cummin'...  or else." He then waved his hand around the room
indicating what he meant.

   Betsy couldn't bear to think about Stan's threat to use his perverted
tools that were strewn around the room.  She tried her utmost to focus on
one thing and strangely it was like every other time she masturbated. 
Waves of lust began washing over the sands of time and a calm, peaceful
feeling welled up in her chest.  Suddenly the shame of masturbating
diminished.

   The last thing in the world Betsy intended was enticing the man.  But
what choice did she have?  Her emotions soared past the point of no return
and she closed her eyes letting it happen.  She pulled the cups of her bra
below her boobs and let the men ogle her stiff, hardened nipples.  The
fingers of her left hand fondled one nipple, and then the other in a very
familiar fashion.  She caressed her nipples knowing exactly what felt good,
and Stan and Ron let her know they approved.

   The fingers of her right hand were skilled in the ways only a woman
understood.  She put the palm of her hand on her upraised pelvis and let
her fingers slide through the wetness between her legs.  She put the puffy
clitoris wings between her forefinger and middle finger and squeezed her
fingers together.  The pressure on her tiny bud was intense and then she
started moving her hand vigorously side to side.

   Betsy rolled her head back letting her long, slender neck stand out
prominently.  Her breathing was very uneven and her chest heaved letting
the men know that she was sexually aroused.  Whenever she got to this
point, her stamina never lasted much longer.  Her right hand was a blur
moving like it was possessed, as she kept the clit compressed between her
two, trained fingers.  Not fully understanding what else to do, the fingers
of her left hand caressed her nipples, in turn, until they felt like hard
marbles.

   The sound of Stan's voice made her shiver but she didn't stop. 
"Spread'em baby...  keep those legs spread and show us that gorgeous cunt.
Looks good.  Work that clit, honey," he said.  "Harder...  harder baby,
harder!

   To this day Betsy didn't believe she really experienced a mind-blowing
orgasm.  She wasn't able to spread her legs, as Stan ordered, because the
extra pressure that her thighs put on her fingers felt extraordinarily
good. Her fingers rolled the clit back and forth rapidly and the orgasm
grew to profound proportions.  Betsy heard Stan's catcalls and Ron's
praises but all she felt was intense lust.

   ***

   The last tremor had barely passed when her next dilemma unfolded.  Her
eyes were still glassy from the powerful orgasm but through the haze she
spied Stan lounging on a leather sofa.  He had the zipper of his pants down
and he waved his engorged cock enticingly in the air.  "You're not
finished...  yet.  Get that gorgeous ass over here and suck some real
cock," he said sending a shiver through her entire body.  "I want those
sexy lips around my cock...  now!"

   Stan's face was stern and his steady voice gave the explicit order.  The
next thing Betsy knew was that his pants were stripped and there was no way
out for her.  She slowly crawled across the floor until she was near Stan's
torrid body.  "That's it baby...  get those beautiful lips over here. 
Start sucking my cock...  or else," he whispered.  Although his voice was
low, it carried a firm, demanding tone.  "Ron tells me you give the best
head.  Says you're absolutely the best cocksucker...  anywhere!  Now prove
it!"

   Before she could stop the man, he pulled her torso between his splayed
legs.  Stan sat on the edge of the sofa and quickly stripped her bra and
soaked panties once again.  He grabbed her dainty hand and forced it to his
daggling balls.  Then his hand moved like a flash and he pulled her head
until she felt her face touch his menacing penis.  There was no way to pull
back or get away from the cock, as Stan's hands held her head with an iron
grip.

   Betsy remembered swearing at the man wishing he would just get it over
with.  'Shove your filthy pecker in my mouth...  and get the blowjob over,'
she prayed at the time.  But, no!  Stan held his raging dick around the
base and slapped her face with the extended shaft.  He would shove the head
into her mouth, and then pull it out and slap her face, again and again
until she got mad.  Stan sensed her hostility and laughed knowing she was
helpless to do anything about it.

   Suddenly the fingers of his left hand locked into her hair and Stan
rammed her head directly at his cock.  His steel rod didn't even bend when
the flared head hit her lips like a ramrod.  All of a sudden his cock was
inside her mouth and the blowjob had commenced.

   "Jeeesus...  holy, sweet Jesus.  Your mouth feels hot...  soooo fucking
hot," Stan moaned while keeping his cock buried in her volcanic mouth. 
Betsy was oblivious of what else he said and she remembered merely doing
her best to bring on a swift orgasm.  Her right hand pumped the throbbing
shaft without a moment's relief and Betsy even let her tongue swirl around
the silvertip in whorish fashion.  Her one hand was still cupping his
balls, and for a split-second, Betsy considered squeezing hard.

   When the searing lava hit the back of her throat, she coughed and
sputtered, but didn't let up.  She cringed and shuddered hearing his
insulting remarks but she wasn't deterred.  "That's it slut...  suck my
cock with your slutty mouth.  Fantastic blowjob...  you are the best
cocksucker, just like Ronny-boy said.  Great...  fucking great head... 
slut," Stan said keeping up a nonstop tirade.  "That's it baby...  squeeze
my nuts...  swallow my cum, baby.  Swallow, cum-slut...  and fill your
belly with it.  You love drinking cum...  don't you slut?"

   Betsy was completely out of breath when Stan finished.  She struggled to
remain upright and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Ron.  Her
boyfriend was naked below the waist and he fisted his cock in plain view.
Ron stood next to the sofa and it was more than obvious what he wanted. 
"Guess what baby?  I think your boyfriend feels left out...  don't you?"
Stan said looking her right in the eyes.  "I want to watch...  watch you
give head."

   And so it was, Betsy remembered, feeling much better now that this part
of the chapter drew to a close.  All these years, she fretted and never
managed to work up enough courage to recall what really happened that
night.

   ***

   All of a sudden the absolute worst memory came to her.  Her drastic
masturbation exhibition was over; the demeaning blowjob she was forced to
give Stan was over, and now the disgusting blowjob given to Ron was over.
Ron had finished defiling her for the last time, she vowed.  Her
relationship with Ron was finished.  Suddenly Stan grabbed her arm and
roughly pulled her across the floor to one of his perverted apparatuses. 
Betsy struggled for all she was worth but Stan, with Ron's help, hogtied
her onto an elaborate fucking machine.

   "But you promised...  you promised!" Betsy sobbed at the same time she
pleaded with the man.

   "Sorry, Sweetheart...  but Ronny begged me.  He wants to watch...  watch
his gorgeous girlfriend go through some S and M," Stan said.  "Hell,
honey...  so I lied.  What was I suppose to do?"

   Then despite her cries and begging, Stan shoved a red ball into her
mouth and secured it in place with straps around her head.  She was a
picture of ravenous beauty with her eyes flared wide open and her luscious
naked body stretched out in spread-eagled fashion.  All she could move was
her head while Stan proceeded with his sadistic work.

   When the two special, spring-loaded clamps slammed down on her already
sore nipples, all she could do was slobber all over the ball in her mouth.
Then he did the same thing to her delicate clitoris and Betsy's world came
to an end.

   Suddenly Stan was next to her ear.  "Pease...  go ahead and fight.  It's
always better when the captive fights it," he whispered.  "Fuck...  I bet
that hurts your nipples...  they look utterly fantastic...  so big...  so
fucking hard."

   Betsy remembered being totally delirious when he pulled on the strings
attached to the clamps causing her more pain.  Then he grabbed her head and
propped it up so she could see between her splayed legs.  "Watch this... 
you can watch my enormous dildo fuck your cunt," he whispered.  "Don't
worry.  I oiled it up good...  real good, so it can easily fuck your
beautiful snatch, honey."

   It was about the most horrible sight Betsy had ever witnessed.  The
mechanical penis slowly moved forward until it was touching her crotch. 
"Don't move, honey...  I wouldn't want it to fuck your sweet ass!"

   Betsy was hogtied and unable to escape.  She felt the wide head of the
greased penis push against her labia, and then separate the puffy lips with
ease.  Stan pushed the controls and fucked her without mercy.  Finally he
let go of her head and allowed it to fall back onto the rack.  She could
hardly bear to watch anymore, as the bastard fucked her with his perverted
fucking machine.

   Suddenly the demons of the past became much clearer and she imagined
what really happened.  The last thing in the world she ever intended was to
give any satisfaction to Stan.  He stood next to her and kept flicking her
nipples with his fingers while keeping one hand on the control button of
his fucking machine.  Then he grabbed a handful of hair and held her head
absolutely still.  "Fight it, baby...  fight it," Stan hissed into her ear.
"Let me be perfectly clear.  If you don't orgasm...  I'll fuck your ass
until you do."

   Betsy thought her world had come to an end.  Surrender, which seemed
unlikely moments ago, now seemed imminent.  The big dildo moved in and out
of her steamy pussy and she could feel her guts churning.  Betsy couldn't
open her eyes but she knew his gloating face was right in front of her. 
Stan's hand gave her head a determined shake and then she let go.  The
first stream of cum was thick and creamy but the rest flowed with utter
unabated lust from her most inner reservoir.

   ***

   Everything moved in dramatic slow-motion after the fucking machine. 
Betsy did not want to recall each and every apparatus used by Stan, but she
fully understood that he put her through Hell.  He manhandled her with the
occasional assistance from Ron until she had been humiliated beyond
imagination.  'Later...  later,' she deemed.  'I'll go over everything he
did to me...  but not now.'

   Betsy vowed to recall each and every piece of S&M equipment he used on
her that dreadful night, but not this weekend.  'That could be another
chapter of my life,' she reasoned.  Betsy considered taking a break from
imagining her life story, but suddenly she remembered the end of that
horrifying night.  She had endured Stan's molestation and degrading
treatment for hours and it ended with him using his prized apparatus on
her.

   "You fought a great battle, honey...  but it's over.  Once I get you
tied into the last one...  you'll cream like the meanest whore," Stan said
sending a violent tremor up her backbone.  "This one is my baby...  my
Sybian will fuck your brains out.  The only way off the Sybian cock...  is
to climax!"

   Betsy didn't know what to expect at the time but she didn't have long to
find out.  Again the two men manhandled her struggling body until her arms
were strapped high in the air and she was forced to sit on top of a saddle.
It was no ordinary saddle, as it had an ominous cock protruding upwards. 
The cock was not big, but it was fairly pointy at the tip.  It flared out
quite wide in the middle and appeared like it would readily lock inside a
woman.

   The two men easily forced Betsy to sit directly on the upraised dildo
and she gave a loud grunt when it pierced her pussy.  Stan quickly secured
a leather belt around her slender waist.  There were straps attached to the
front and rear of the saddle and he locked them to the tight belt, which
only allowed Betsy to move her hips the smallest amount.  She could move
side ways, or front and back, but not up off the dildo.

   Betsy was in a very restrained position with her legs severely bent, as
she squatted on top of the saddle.  Her knees hugged the front portion of
the saddle, as if she was actually riding a horse.  It was almost
impossible to use her legs and the cock remained fully embedded with her
swollen labia spread around the base of the thick shaft.  There were
perfectly designed nubs just in front of the rubber cock, which matched the
exact location of her vulnerable clitoris.

   If his modified Sybian was not enough, Stan reached between her legs and
attached small clamps to her labia.  He forced her to rise up slightly so
he could put a clamp on each puffy lip and then he pushed her body down
onto the saddle again.  Amazingly the clamps seemed to pry her labia apart
and the cleverly designed clitoris nubs pressed directly onto her throbbing
control button.  Betsy wished there had been immense pain associated with
the experience but sadly she remembered nothing but gratification.

   Stan had retrieved the red ball used earlier and he shrewdly locked it
in her mouth.  Betsy felt like a tramp, as slobber and spit started running
down her chin.  The trails of wet saliva dripped onto her chest giving her
the most desirable appearance to Stan and Ron.  To this day, Betsy
remembered crying when she felt the power surge through the rubber prick.
She suddenly realized it was electronic and the cock started rotating and
moving inside her delicate inner chamber.

   Stan set the control at level one and let it work slowly at first.  Just
when Betsy was getting used to the speed and motion, he turned it up a
notch.  She felt the immediate increase in intensity and tried to use her
legs to alleviate some of the pressure.  Suddenly she realized the saddle
itself was vibrating and that seemed to put extreme pressure on her
clitoris.

   Her arms were outstretched held securely by the straps and her legs
quickly got too tired of holding her weight.  The combination of the
rotating dildo, the labia clamps, the rubber clit nubs, which bounced
wildly with the vibrating saddle, and the fact she was hogtied took a toll
on her determination.  When the first tremor roared through her belly,
Betsy reasoned it was merely a tiny setback.

   Then Stan increased the tempo another notch and she began to wonder. 
Suddenly he turned the switch up once more and Betsy realized her dilemma
was getting worse.  Completely out of the blue, Stan abruptly attached the
dreaded nipple clamps again.  Her body went out of control.  She screamed,
or tried to.  The ball prevented anything but a river of saliva to come out
of her mouth.  Betsy rocked and thrust on the pulsating cock not knowing
what else to do.

   Suddenly Stan was right behind her, holding her head cradled firmly in
his hands.  "Keep fighting...  I love it when a woman fights," he
whispered. His tongued lashed out licking the side of her burning face. 
"It's a lot worse when you fight...  let it go and show Ronny that his
girlfriend's a slut."

   All of a sudden Betsy readied herself for the worst moment of her life,
which was coming alive in her weekend daydream.  The orgasm approached so
fast it slammed her in the guts.  Her body went into convulsions and her
hips rocked back and forth, and up and down on the rubber cock.  She swore
the thing throbbed and pulsated like crazy and her mind succumbed to the
raging lust.  Nothing had ever pounded into her precious clitoris like the
rough nubs every time her body slammed down on the Sybian saddle.

   Stan kept his lips next to her ear.  "Fight...  fight it, baby," he
whispered before slapping her bare ass a few times, as it bounced up and
down.  "Dear Lord...  baby, I think you're doing it.  You're cumming!"

   It was impossible to yell at the man.  The spit ran from her mouth like
a river and the lust took over her disillusioned mind.  Tears mixed with
saliva and Stan knew she was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm.  "Let it
go...  let go baby...  be my sweet-ass bitch."

   All Betsy wanted was the ability to scream at the man she hated most in
the world.  She desperately wanted to hold out but that was impossible. 
The spasms destroyed every ounce of resolve in her distraught mind, as the
orgasm of a lifetime rolled through the stratosphere.  She saw the bright
lights of Mars, and then Venus, and then Utopia, as the explosions went off
in her throbbing head.  Betsy had never experienced an orgasm so powerful
or so earth-shattering and every sensation in her body was fully alive.

   Betsy was aware that Ron was recording everything but she couldn't stop.
Her body jerked and thrust hard at the embedded cock and Betsy felt the
cream leak from her inner being.  As the final spasms robbed her sanity,
Betsy was relieved that her most feared demon was finally exposed.  Time
lost all sense and meaning, as the hellish orgasm took forever to subside.
When Betsy eventually stopped her violent contortions, she collapsed on top
of the soaked saddle, dangling from her upraised arms.

   Stan made sure everything was captured with his movie camera.  He had
ordered Ron to record the most fantastic climax, which Stan planned adding
to his extensive library.  Betsy's lustrous body jerked and gyrated until
the end when Ron zoomed in on the sudden wetness running down the sides of
the leather saddle.  When Stan voiced his great pleasure to the wild
boyfriend, Betsy was only vaguely aware of what he said.

   Betsy could not remember being more grateful when Stan unhooked her from
his SM machine and removed the clamps and gag.  She was nothing more than a
battered rag doll when the hated man fucked her even though she displayed
no emotion or willingness.  He treated her like a piece of meat but she was
beyond caring.  Betsy reasoned it was merely one last thing she had to
endure before Stan allowed her to leave his dungeon.  Thankfully there was
no more pain and agony.

   ***The end of the relationship

   Ron was already dressed and ready to depart when Stan was finished
screwing Betsy.  Sex with Ron's boss was the last straw for Betsy. 
Suddenly she remembered.  It took days for her body to stop hurting from
the abuse that Ron's boss put her through.  Betsy rubbed her wrists
thinking about how hard she struggled that night.  There were no permanent
scars but her wrists were badly bruised during the bondage.  The bastard
used every hole she possessed, not once but many times before she was
allowed to leave.

   A swift pang of anxiety shot through her inner regions with the
realization that this chapter of her life was finally over.  She could now
put everything that happened during her relationship with Ron behind her.
The demons, which haunted her all these years, were put to rest now that
she had relived her experiences.

   She told Ron it was over during the ride home from that horrible affair.
'Gawd,' she thought at the time, 'I don't know how to breakup with anyone.'
All of her life, Betsy was the one trying hard to be accepted and she never
had to break off a friendship.  Betsy reasoned that if she worked hard
enough, she could make any relationship work.

   But this was different, she deduced!  Luckily for her, Ron must have
been getting bored with her, which made it easier.  Also he was finding it
increasingly harder to explain his mysterious absences to his wife so the
breakup came much easier than Betsy expected.

   Ron drove and the trip to Betsy's home was quiet until she told him it
was over.  She didn't even get the chance to explain her reasons before he
spoke.  What he said surprised her even to this day.  "It's time.  You're a
beautiful, sexy woman and you deserve better.  I don't know how things got
so carried away...  but I just go crazy watching you make love.  You've
been fantastic, baby, just fantastic!  You know...  maybe I'll give you a
call in a few months.  But then, again...  maybe not.  "

   Betsy lay on the bed in her spare bedroom relieved that she could now
move on.  Suddenly she was okay with everything that happened.  Guys like
Ron were never happy and could never satisfy their insatiable appetite for
control, she reasoned.  Ron controlled the most beautiful woman in his
paltry life, yet he was never satisfied.

   It was time to get up for some fresh air and Betsy stretched until she
was fully back in the real world.  She assumed that everyone had chapters
in their life, which they regretted, and the chapters with Ron were hers.
With a sheepish, devilish grin on her pretty face, Betsy wondered if she
should hunt the bastard down and cut off his balls.

   THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter.  I promised
her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize
about the future.  I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too
confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in
her life before turning 40.  Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I
know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest
woman...  or the craziest.

   Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take
the time to write.  

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