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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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