Dream of Escape
By GAR
An abused husband, his dominant wife and his amazon mistress


It was pretty much all over for the big blonde. The fight she had boasted she
would give Kayla had become a seriously one-sided beating, with her on the
receiving end. She was hanging in the corner against the turnbuckles, her
16-inch arms draped over the top rope, chest heaving, her well-muscled body
bruised and broken. The sultry black woman stood in front of her, hands on her
hips, her smooth skin untouched. The veins bulged on her massive biceps, her
muscular body pumped up by the workout of beating the girl senseless. She
looked her victim up and down with a casually seductive gleam in her dark
eyes. Her sexual arousal from having so easily demolished the helpless woman
was evident. The rock hard nipples on her big D-cup tits pushed out against
the fabric of her lacey red bra and her tongue moved across her upper lip. She
rubbed her hand over her abdomen, as if fighting the urge to move it
underneath the matching red panties. The capacity crowd in the small arena,
mostly male, was cheering Kayla on to use the blonde for her pleasure.

She didn't disappoint. She casually sauntered her 5'9", 180 pound frame toward
the gasping woman and pressed herself right up against her, lewdly rubbing
herself against the blonde's well muscled but powerless body. Kayla placed her
hand under her chin and turned her face up. Both eyes were blackened, one
almost swollen shut; dark, ugly bruises covered her face. Blood poured from
her nose and shredded lips, and from the gash Kayla's knuckles had opened just
over her left eye. The dark skinned beauty grinned down in satisfaction at the
job she had done, her excitement growing even stronger. She roughly grabbed
the back of the blonde's hair and put her mouth over her swollen lips, forcing
her tongue between them as she rubbed herself against her even harder. Then
she pulled away quickly, reaching up and slowly wiping away the beaten woman's
blood from her face. It was show time for the audience and they ate it up,
roaring their approval as Kayla gazed down at her victim, deciding how she was
going to finish her.

Derek sat back in his third row seat and smiled, more convinced than ever his
ordeal was near its end. The blonde was every inch as big and powerful looking
as Kayla but the black woman had easily dominated her. His heart pounded with
excitement; not only from witnessing the spectacle before him but with the
anticipation of the freedom Kayla was about to provide him. Debbie would be no
match for her, he knew. He was going to enjoy watching his domineering wife
finally being humbled.

Kayla shoved both hands up between the two women's muscular bodies, and
Derek's already hard cock grew bigger as he realized what she was doing. The
blonde threw her head back with a loud shriek, her tear filled eyes and
tattered lips wide with pain as Kayla stepped back with her powerful hands
clamped down hard on the helpless woman's smaller but still ample breasts.
Using them like handles, she jerked the blonde off the corner post and dragged
her shaking and stumbling to center ring, lifting up on them to keep the big
girl on her feet. Derek imagined the black amazon forcing Debbie into a
similar position and his dick grew harder still. He watched Kayla hold the
woman in her humiliating pose for a few moments, looking into her watery eyes
with an evil grin. Then she savagely ripped her hands down, taking the
blonde's dark blue bikini top with them, her exposed tits flopping around and
slapping against each other. Kayla quickly stepped behind her and grabbed her
right wrist, forcing it painfully up between her shoulder blades. The blonde
went up on her toes, her shoulders back, her bruised, sagging breasts pushed
out in full view to the hoots and whistles of the audience.

She forced the big woman forward and began parading her around the ring. "Get
a good look at 'em boys, before I finish splattering them," she called out
with a smile. The crowd rose to its feet as it roared with approval. She
marched the blonde to the edge of the apron in front of where Derek now stood.
Smiling down at him, she bent her victim over the top rope, giving him a close
up look at her battered tits as they fell away from her body. He smiled back,
again picturing her humiliating his wife the same way. As if she knew what he
was thinking, Kayla gave him a wink and yanked the woman back upright, then
spun her around and literally threw her back against the turnbuckles. She
started to slide down but the ebony beauty stepped up and grabbed a handful of
her hair, pulling her back to her feet. With her free hand she casually draped
the beaten girl's massive, limp arms, one at a time, back over the top rope.

She placed the heel of her left hand under the blonde's chin, pushing her head
back. She shifted its position, taking her time, making sure her target would
remain where she wanted it. The gasping woman just stood there helplessly as
Kayla had her way with her. The roar of the crowd became deafening; they knew
it was about to be finished, and many left their seats and pressed closer to
the ring for a better look. Kayla continued putting on her show; when she was
satisfied with where she had positioned the big girl she leaned back, her left
hand still pressed against her victim's chin, her right hand on her shapely
hip. She looked the blonde up and down with a seductive smile then turned and
winked at the audience. The arena was now in an absolute frenzy.

Then she quickly turned back and shot her fist into the blonde's exposed left
breast. So hard was the blow that the smack of her knuckles impacting the bare
skin could be heard over the roar of the crowd. She let out a muffled cry that
grew louder as Kayla delivered a shot to her right breast, making it bounce
around as if on a spring. The ebony beauty sent a blow to the blonde's hard
belly, her fist disappearing deep into the milky white flesh. Then she threw a
hard uppercut to the underside of her right breast, followed by another
straight shot into her left one. The muscular woman's body jerked around like
a puppet on a string and she let out loud, gasping grunts of pain through her
clenched teeth. She could do nothing but stand there and take it, so complete
was Kayla's domination of her.

The black amazon continued her vicious destruction of the blonde's breasts,
occasionally mixing in devastating shots to her midsection. Her arousal at
mastering the big girl appeared to become stronger with each blow. Her nipples
now looked like they would tear right through her bra's flimsy fabric. Her
huge breasts heaved with excitement and she unconsciously rubbed her massive
thighs together between punches to the woman's broken body. Derek felt ready
to jump out of his skin; he couldn't wait to see Debbie on the receiving end
of Kayla's assault, to watch her become this turned on by putting his wife in
her place. The time was at hand. Soon his dream would be realized.

There was almost nothing left of the blonde, now. Kayla had reduced her to
little more than a rag doll with the stuffing literally beaten out of it. She
released the decimated woman's jaw and pressed her left hand against her
chest, right between the bruised, sagging bags of meat that had once been her
breasts. She gave her a final look, her tongue again running seductively
across her upper lip, admiring her handiwork. "I'm so glad you challenged me
to fight you, sweetheart," she said loud enough for those in the front two
rows to hear, "It's been a pleasure humiliating you in front of everyone. But
now it's time for lights out." She smiled as the barely conscious woman began
panting frantically, slowly shaking her head from side to side, looking
helplessly at Kayla with a silent plea for mercy. The ebony muscle girl turned
to the audience with her cocky smile. "Say good night to 'Miss Blondie,'" she
shouted as she reared her right hand back, like cocking a gun, preparing to
deliver the final, annihilating blow. The blonde's massive body began shaking,
the audience was chanting "Kay-la! Kay-la!" and the beautiful black amazon
looked ready to cream her panties right then and there. She paused, gazing
into the woman's pleading, tear-filled eyes, savoring the moment. Then she
unloaded a brutal, bone-shattering uppercut right to the point of the blonde's
chin. Her head rocked back violently, blood and sweat spraying over the rabid
crowd gathered at the edge of the ring, then flopped forward with her chin on
her chest. Kayla slowly removed her hand from her victim's chest and stepped
back; the big, muscular woman toppling over face-first like a fallen oak, her
limp body bouncing off the mat. She lay there motionless, completely
unconscious as Kayla placed her foot on the back of her head and raised her
arms in victory.

Fifteen minutes later Derek was knocking on the door to Kayla's dressing room.
He was answered by two powerful hands roughly pulling him inside. Kayla kicked
the door shut as he slammed against her steel-like body with a grunt of
surprise and pleasure. At 6'4" Derek towered over Kayla, and he outweighed her
by a good 40 pounds, but that's where any apparent advantage ended. He was a
big, strong man to be sure, but he was of average build for a man his size and
with her stunningly muscular physique Kayla was easily twice as strong as he
was - probably more. On top of that she was a fighter who knew how to assert
herself physically, while Derek had never been in a fight in his life. She had
slipped on her six inch platform stilettos so they were basically eye-to-eye
as they stood there; Derek's arms in Kayla's strong grasp, his torso pressed
tightly against her enormous chest and rock hard upper body. She hadn't yet
said a word.

Repeating what she had done to the blonde, she grabbed the back of his dark
hair and pressed her lips against his. He struggled slightly, just for effect,
as her tongue forced his mouth open. He had no desire to try and stop her. As
far back as he could remember Derek had always craved being dominated by a
strong, aggressive woman, and he much preferred Kayla's brand of domination to
that of his wife. Kayla's only desire with him was control, not pain. She hurt
him only rarely; just when he tried to refuse a command, and then not very
badly. It simply wasn't necessary for her to inflict pain on him. She could
easily overpower him and physically force him to do just about whatever she
wished.

Such was not the case with Debbie, Derek's wife of almost 15 years. She was no
amazon, but she had no trouble whatsoever inflicting pain to get her way. If
it wasn't for the pain, Derek would actually enjoy it. The humiliation of
being so big and finding himself at the mercy of a slender, 5'8" 130 pound
woman certainly turned him on, but the only way Debbie could achieve it was by
hurting him; hurting him badly at times. And the most humiliating part, the
part that didn't turn him on, was that he was powerless to stop her.

It had begun on their wedding night. As soon as they reached their hotel suite
Debbie changed into a sexy black lace body stocking and four inch heels, her
shoulder length blonde hair tied back, her face covered in thick makeup. She
announced it was "time to decide who was going to be in charge around here."
They had played domination games during their courtship, so at first Derek
assumed she was just spicing up their honeymoon. But then she challenged him
to try to hit her; really try to hit her, to knock her down. He sensed she
might be serious but tried to laugh it off. He found out just how serious she
was when he was decked by a right cross.

He jumped to his feet and pushed her away. She came right back at him with
another blow to his face, putting him back on the carpet. He was amazed by how
hard she could hit. Debbie had a very nice body; slender, with 36C breasts and
a nice, well-rounded ass, and long sexy legs. She was well toned and in great
physical shape but her body was not the least bit muscular looking. Her arms
were firm but thin, almost to the point of being skinny. It had never remotely
occurred to Derek that she could best him physically. She stood over him, her
sexy ass cocked to one side, her hands on her hips. She smiled down at him
smugly, taunting him. "C'mon, big man," she said, "get up and show the little
woman who's boss." The seriousness of it all sank in and Derek felt himself
getting pissed. He enjoyed being submissive but not like this, and certainly
not for the rest of his life.

He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could and put up his hands. His new
wife then proceeded to calmly beat the living crap out of him. Every way he
tried to block her attack she found a way around, and every attempt he made to
turn the tables she easily avoided. The ease with which she dominated him,
with her fists, her knees, her feet, with painful wrestling holds, amazed him.
The whole time she teased him, taunted him, dared him to fight back,
challenged him to "try and act like a real man." In the end he found himself
kneeling at her feet, her left arm crooked around his neck in a brutal side
headlock, his head spinning as she pounded her right fist repeatedly into his
bloodied face.

He then spent the rest of his honeymoon, and the 15 years since, in abject
servitude. She loved to make him wait on her and run him around on frivolous
errands, just for the pleasure of controlling him. Sometimes she made him wear
lacey panties and a frilly apron while she ordered him around the house
performing menial chores. And always, always he had to sexually satisfy her
whenever she demanded it. Those were the most frightening times for him. If
she wasn't satisfied with the way Derek was performing she corrected him
harshly with intense pain, usually directed at his cock and balls. She also
delivered a stern warning: if she ever caught him with another woman she would
crush one of his balls. Literally. He had no doubt she really meant it.

Over the years he had risen to challenge her twice, only to receive a repeat
performance of his wedding night. It remained inconceivable to him that a man
his size could be so easily demolished by a woman the size of Debbie, but
after the second beating, when she had clamped him between her long legs while
she twisted his spine like a pretzel, he grew fearful she might actually
cripple him. So he was forced to accept the fact he couldn't stand up to her
physically. He tried leaving her once, gathering his things and sneaking out
when she wasn't home, but she hired a private detective to track him down and
DID nearly cripple him when she found where he was hiding. During all this
time she had taken over their finances, structuring their holdings so they
were all primarily in her name, making it impossible for him to live on his
own even if he could escape her reach. When it finally became apparent there
was no hope for him at all she began to really lay it on thick. She belittled
him constantly, questioned his manhood, threatened him and basically used him
any way she pleased whenever she pleased. Derek was trapped in a hell on
Earth. The situation had become unbearable.

He realized early on he needed help but had no idea where to get it. Debbie
kept him on a pretty short leash, although she realized his job sometimes
required long hours and some travel from time to time. A few times he had
gotten away with telling her he had to work late or travel, just so he could
spend some time alone or with friends. He was fairly confident she hadn't
caught on to his deception. It was during one of his pseudo business trips
that the opportunity for escape had finally presented itself.

A friend from work invited Derek to join him and his new girlfriend for
dinner. The girl, a sexy brunette named Monique, was tall and beautiful, but
what caught Derek's attention most of all was her incredibly muscular body.
She noticed him ogling her well developed biceps and smiled, explaining that
besides competing on the amateur bodybuilding circuit, she was a contender in
an underground woman's fighting league. They put on matches once a week at the
old abandoned arena down near the waterfront. Derek felt his groin stir as she
openly described how much pleasure she got from the physical competition, and
the over-the-top sexual thrill it gave her to dominate an opponent in the
ring. Derek's friend smiled knowingly and nodded, seeing that he was genuinely
stimulated by the thought. Monique picked up on it too and they both
encouraged Derek to attend her next match, which was taking place the very
next night.

Her opponent was a considerably less muscular Asian girl who nonetheless gave
Monique a good fight for the first few minutes. Eventually, however, she wound
up being completely obliterated by the powerful brunette. Derek was at first
taken aback by the savagery with which Monique beat the girl to a pulp, but
eventually he couldn't help becoming aroused by watching the muscular girl
totally dominate her helpless, whimpering victim. He found himself joining in
with the chorus of catcalls and whistles from the energized crowd as Monique
sat on the Asian girl's face and used her for a sex toy. He couldn't believe
what he was seeing, but he loved it. After the evening's last fight there was
a small party in the training room behind the arena, and Derek joined his
friend in attending. It was then that Monique introduced him to Kayla, and the
sparks immediately flew.

She seemed to be his ultimate fantasy woman, an exotically beautiful face with
big, dark eyes and high cheekbones, along with those breasts and that
incredibly well-muscled body. He was completely enraptured by her. He gazed
longingly at Kayla's chiseled physique and she loved the attention, gazing
back at him with a sort of threatening seductiveness, a look of desire to
pleasure herself with him. They spent the next two hours alone at a table in
the corner, oblivious to the rest of the room, and Derek quickly realized he'd
met the woman of his dreams. After an hour of small talk and flirting they
began talking openly about their sexual desires; the bottom line was Kayla
liked to dominate big men, Derek liked to be submissive. They fit each other
perfectly. Without telling her about Debbie's brutal side he let her know he
was married, and to his delight it didn't bother her. She was more interested
in what he could do for her than his wife. She was also very interested in
Derek's career, and while he assumed her interest in him was mainly financial
he didn't care. He just wanted to feel himself melt under her power.

He soon got his wish. They sneaked off to one of the dressing rooms and he
quickly found himself stripped naked, clamped between her strong arms, his own
arms pinned at his sides as she moved him up and down her own muscular, naked
body. Her sheer power amazed and excited him. She simply manhandled him,
obviously enjoying herself. He did his best to try and pry himself loose but
it was useless. To keep him still, she grabbed his wrists and bent his arms up
his back while still holding him against her rock solid body. She controlled
him effortlessly, easily overpowering his big, masculine frame. It was painful
but not too severe; just the right amount, actually, to get his member pumped
up to full attention. "No ... please ... " he gasped in a high pitched voice,
playing his role, a rush of sexual pleasure surging through him as he heard
himself beg. She gave a short laugh. "Aw, poor baby," she said in a mock pout,
increasing the pressure on his arms even more, "You're just not strong enough
to stop me, are you?" She nuzzled him up tighter against her huge breasts, the
smell of her hair filling his nostrils. He hung there in her arms, panting,
unable to move. She let out a short, casual sigh. "You're just gonna have to
make sure you keep me happy," she said, "That way I won't have to ... " she
lowered her head and brushed her lips lightly across his neck, " ... break
you." She just held him there for a few moments, gazing into his eyes,
relishing her power over him. Then she forced the air out of his lungs with a
brutally hard squeeze before letting him drop to his knees at her feet.

He looked up at her, awestruck, as she smiled down while flexing her massive
right arm. "You like what you see, Derek?" she cooed seductively, "You like
feeling the power of these big guns? You like feeling them crush your big,
manly body?" He could not remember his cock ever feeling so hard. She bent
down and placed her steely, peaked bicep against his lips, "Show me how much
you like my muscles, Derek. Kiss them." He didn't hesitate. He kissed them,
caressed them with his mouth, ran his tongue lightly over them. Kayla
shuddered with delight. After a few minutes she stood upright and grabbed his
hair, roughly pressing his face against her washboard abs. She forced his face
into position and moved his head slowly up and down so his mouth rubbed
against them. He extended his tongue to further her pleasure, tasting the
light glow of sweat Kayla's sexual arousal was causing her. She pulled his
head back and put her left foot forward, bringing her massive quadriceps to
full attention. With a loud gasp Derek immediately leaned forward and wrapped
his arms around her enormous thigh, eagerly pressing his mouth against the
huge mound of muscle. The black amazon moaned as she felt him work his way up
toward her womanhood. She put her right foot up on the dressing table chair
and grabbed another fistful of his hair, roughly yanking his face the rest of
the way into her shaved, steamy wetness. Derek felt wonderful. He thought it
was the beginning of a perfect relationship.

Just how perfect became apparent three months later. They were alone in
Kayla's apartment, lying in her bed. She had just finished having her way with
him for the second time that night. They lay on their sides facing each other,
talking while the beautiful black woman casually played with his semi-erect
cock. She began asking about Debbie and their relationship, pressing him for
details when he became evasive. Eventually it all came out: their wedding
night, her viciousness, his humiliation, his feeling of helplessness. Between
reliving the experiences and Kayla's wanton fondling of his manhood he
couldn't help becoming fully erect once again, and he was unable to hide his
embarrassment. But then he noticed how heavy Kayla's breathing had become. Her
lips were parted and she was moving her tongue across her teeth; her nipples
were becoming hard as she rubbed her huge legs together slowly. It was turning
her on, Derek thought to himself, she was actually becoming aroused by
picturing Debbie brutalizing him. His embarrassment intensified. "It - it
makes you hot, doesn't it?" he asked in a feeble voice, "Hearing about how the
bitch treats me?" She smiled, and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "No baby,"
she answered breathily, "it makes me hot to think about using the bitch for a
punching bag, wringing out her skinny body like a wet rag and forcing her to
please me. While you watch." She wrapped her strong hand around the length of
his throbbing member and swirled her thumb around just under its bulbous head.
Derek immediately shot his load all over her satin sheets.

Kayla pulled his face away and released her grip on Derek's arms. With a coy
smile she turned and sauntered slowly toward the dressing screen in the corner
of the room. "Wait right here baby," she smiled as she disappeared behind it.
He watched her red bra and panties flop over the top as Kayla hummed a light
hearted tune from behind the partition. He could see her lightly silhouetted
behind the thin screen as she dressed. His heart was pounding with
anticipation; he loved it when Kayla wore one of her many sexy outfits; he
couldn't wait to see which one she had chosen to display for him. When she
emerged he let out an audible gasp. She looked incredible; a black leather
harness bra pushing up her big naked tits, elbow length black leather amulets
covering her thick forearms, and a pair of black leather short shorts that
clung to her muscular ass like a second skin. The black platform stilettos
were still on her feet, completing the outfit nicely. "This is what I'm
wearing to go meet wifie-poo," she said sweetly. "I hope you like it." He
stood there speechless, his manhood stirring. Keeping her sweet smile she sat
down at her dressing table and began brushing out her thick, black hair.
"Tomorrow's the day," she said, "I can't wait to show 'Miss Tough Girl' who
you belong to now." Derek's heart raced. He had barely been able to hide it
from Debbie the last two weeks; his excitement at her impending destruction.

They had it all planned out: Kayla would arrive at his house around 5:00,
giving her half an hour alone with Debbie before he came home from work. When
he got there the muscular amazon would finish humiliating the bitch, punishing
her slender body before bending her over so he could ram his hard cock up her
ass. The last part was Kayla's idea, and he loved it. He couldn't wait to hear
Debbie's cries of pain while he ripped himself into her. Finally his ordeal
was reaching an end. But he wanted so badly to witness the entire encounter,
and Kayla forbade him. "No baby," she had said, "She might try something with
you to make me stop. I want her all to myself at first." He wanted so badly to
see it. He pleaded with her to reconsider, actually losing his cool when she
continued to refuse him. He angrily insisted she allow him to be there but she
put him in his place, quickly and painfully, for getting out of line with her.

He knelt down next to Kayla and ran his hand lightly over the top of her
mountainous thigh. He couldn't help himself from bringing it up again. "I
REALLY want to be there to see all of it," he said pleadingly, and she shot
him a threatening look in the mirror. "You don't really wanna go there again,
do you?" she asked sternly. She reached back and grabbed a shock of Derek's
hair, jerking his head around hard. "Do I have to ... hurt you again?" She
released his hair and sent a light backhanded slap across his face. "Do I?"
she demanded. He lowered his head in submission. "N-no," he stammered, "I'm -
I'm sorry." After an awkward silence, he perked up. He knew she loved to talk
about it. "Tell me again what you're going to do to her before I get home
then," he said in an anxious voice. Kayla smiled at him as she slowly put her
brush back on the table. She turned to face him, placing her muscular legs on
either side of his kneeling form. She gazed down at him with a smug expression
and started caressing his hair.

"Well baby," she smiled, "first I'm going to tell her what a weak, skinny
bitch she is - and how your days as her errand boy are over." Her smile
widened as she glanced down and saw his hard on growing. "Then I'm going to
take her in my big, strong arms ... " she flexed her left bicep, bringing a
gasp of excitement from Derek, " ... and squeeze her until she's ready to pop.
Just imagine what these arms can do to her. Can you picture it, baby? Seeing
her struggle helplessly while I crush her little body?" He began literally
panting with sexual arousal. Kayla gave him an approving look. "Then I'm going
to hit her. I'm going to hit her real hard, baby. I'm going to work her over
good." She began rubbing the point of her shoe against the bulge in his pants,
making him squirm and moan with pleasure. "Her face, her belly, her tits ...
I'm going to beat them up real bad. I'm going to destroy them." Derek was on
fire, now. "Oh yes," he panted, "yes ... " Kayla chuckled softly and began
rubbing her foot harder against his engorged manhood. "By the time you get
home she'll be my bitch, on her knees with the shit beat out of her, begging
me to stop hurting her. And then ... " without warning, she suddenly pulled
Derek forward and clamped her enormous thighs around his head, " ... you can
watch me twist and bend her weak little body. Watch me destroy it. She's
nothing compared to me, baby, nothing." She increased the pressure; Derek
letting out a muffled cry from between her iron legs. "She'll be my plaything,
my toy ... " she sighed wistfully as she rubbed her knees together, twisting
his head around and back, " ... like you." She cinched his head up tighter
between her bulging quads as she chuckled softly. "Too bad for her, but I
always seem to end up breaking my toys," she gave his head a brutally sharp
jolt before suddenly relaxing her grip, then slowly began guiding his face up
to her womanhood, "except the ones that pleasure me." Panting hard with
desire, he pushed out his tongue and eagerly buried his face into her, happy
to satisfy the woman who was about to wake him up from the nightmare his life
had become.

The next day was the longest of Derek's life. He tried to concentrate on his
work, but he couldn't stop himself from looking at the clock every five
minutes. And he couldn't stop thinking about the scene that would be awaiting
him at home. He kept picturing Debbie at the mercy of his amazon girlfriend,
imagining Kayla's fists smashing into her face, her slender body being crushed
beneath mounds of dark skinned muscle. It made him so hard, and he was tempted
to sneak off to the bathroom to relieve himself. But he wanted to have a
bucketful ready to pump into Debbie's beaten ass when Kayla was finished with
her.

Finally 5:00 came and he rushed to the parking lot. As he entered the freeway
he knew at that very moment his wife was finally being put in her place, his
freedom finally at hand. He pulled into his garage a half hour later and
literally leapt out of the car, his heart racing as he threw open the door and
entered his living room. The scene that greeted him took his breath away. But
it was not the scene he had envisioned.

Kayla was there all right, wearing the black leather outfit she had modeled
for him the night before. But to his utter shock she was on all fours, her
hair a mess, her thickly muscled body soaked in sweat. She appeared to be
trying to raise herself up as she gasped and moaned softly beneath her mass of
tangled black hair. Debbie stood over her in a commanding pose, feet apart,
her ass slung to one side, her clenched fists on her hips. She wore only a
pair of black thong panties, a black garter and dark stockings, along with her
4 inch black heels. She was all made up; bright red lipstick and dark
eyeliner, and her blonde hair hung wildly loose on her shoulders. There wasn't
a mark to be seen on her white skin. She looked at Derek with a smug smile as
he felt his heart leap to his throat. "Welcome home honey," she said
cheerfully, "I was just getting acquainted with your friend, here."

He just stood there wide-eyed, his mouth agape, unable to believe what he was
seeing. With a short chuckle Debbie casually stepped over the big woman's
prostrate form and moved toward him in her sexy gait. Her green eyes were on
fire. She stopped just inches away from him and resumed her defiant pose,
looking into his eyes with that knowing smile, a smile Derek was all too
familiar with and had come to fear. She just stood there for a few moments
looking at him, obviously amused by his reaction. "Here I got all dressed up
for you," she said finally, "and then 'Miss Big and Bad' showed up." She
chuckled again softly, then slowly turned and sashayed over to the small wet
bar across the room. A glass of white wine stood there and she picked it up
before turning to face Kayla, who was still trying her best to get off the
carpet. Debbie placed both elbows back on the bar top behind her, her back
arching, her firm, rounded ass and full breasts on display. Her movements were
slow and methodical, meant to show Derek how putting the ebony amazon in such
a submissive position had been all too easy for her. She casually shook back
her hair and took a sip of her wine.

"Y'know honey," she said, never taking her eyes off of Kayla, "if you're going
to send some girl home to challenge me, you should pick one that's woman
enough to actually GIVE me a challenge. Not some stupid muscle bitch that
talks tough but couldn't stand up to me if there were two of her." She took
another sip and looked down into the glass, swirling the wine around gently,
her voice calm, matter-of-fact. "She really is pathetic. I'm sure she has no
trouble handling YOU though; big fucking pussy that you are." She looked back
at Kayla as she again brought the glass up to her painted lips. The big woman
had managed to get onto her knees, her ass resting on the backs of her calves.
Derek could now see the full extent of the damage Debbie had done to her. Her
left eye was blackened. The blood from her nose ran down and mixed with that
from her mouth. Ugly bruises were forming on her cheeks and jaw, and her
powerful looking body had similar bruises taking shape on her ribs and
abdomen. Her big tits were drooping and discolored. She knelt there gasping
for breath, trying to clear her head, looking at Derek with a blank
expression.

Debbie took another drink and tilted her head to one side, looking the beaten
woman up and down as she spoke. "I've already made quite a mess of her,
haven't I? Look at her, all those big, bulging muscles ... coming in here and
acting all cocky and tough ... and she just ends up crawling at my feet."
Kayla let out a quiet whimper of humiliation hearing the words, her expression
becoming one of determination as she fought harder to raise herself off of the
floor. Debbie went on in her calm, business-like voice, still looking directly
at the big woman. "I really enjoyed knocking the crap out of her, honey;
forcing her to her knees, bitch slapping her. It made me wet." She took
another sip of wine, watching intently as Kayla slowly struggled to a standing
position. The black woman's eyes were still glazed over and she staggered in
place trying to keep her balance. Debbie didn't seem the least bit concerned
about it; in fact, she seemed pleased. She went on in her calm voice, "Of
course, I had to wait 'til you were home to REALLY start hurting her ... so
you could watch. I wanted you to see what a worthless fucking slut she is,
that there's no way she could ever take anything away from me," she tilted her
head back and emptied the glass, setting it back on the bar as she stood
upright, "especially you." The tone of her voice hardened. "Now sit down
'pussy boy,' and watch me finish wiping the floor with her big black ass."

Derek was still in shock. After seeing Kayla fight, after feeling the awesome,
raw power of her body, it was inconceivable that his smaller, softer wife
could so easily dominate her. But there it was - the invincible, muscular
amazon beaten and bloodied at the hands of the slender blonde. He realized all
hope was lost, that he would never be saved from Debbie's brutal control over
him. He wanted to escape, to run. But he knew his wife would find him, and
that she would just hurt him worse than she was already going to. The 15 years
of harsh conditioning overrode his desire to flee and he reluctantly did as
Debbie commanded him, taking a seat on the sofa directly behind where Kayla
now stood, breathing hard, her upper body swaying unsteadily, looking at
Debbie with her empty expression.

Kayla raised her fists to chest level as Debbie moved toward her with her
slow, sexy strut. The knowing smile returned to the blonde's face, and Derek
knew the muscular amazon was about to be destroyed. His only hope was that
Kayla would find some way to overcome the beating Debbie had already inflicted
on her. But he knew all too well what his wife was capable of, and he realized
by now Kayla had little chance against her. If she hadn't managed to lay a
hand on Debbie by this point, she never would. Still, the big woman was
defiant. "Y-you skinny bitch," she panted, "I'm gonna fuck you up ... " her
voice began to trail off, " ... f-fuck you up ... " Derek could hear she
wasn't all there, and became certain she had no chance whatsoever against his
cruel wife. He braced himself to watch Kayla suffer.

Debbie walked right up to her, casually, her hands at her sides. She stopped
about a foot away and just smiled up into Kayla's face. "Are you now?" she
asked with a mocking lilt to her voice, "Go ahead then ... " she leaned her
face up closer to Kayla's, the cocky smile still on her lips, " ... fuck me
up." The contrast between them was dramatic. The big black woman dwarfed
Debbie. Her shoulders and upper body were twice the blonde's size. Her 16 inch
arms made Debbie's look like sticks, and her legs looked like tree stumps next
to those of the smaller woman. It should have been no contest; the massively
muscled woman should have effortlessly crushed the smaller, slender blonde.
Yet it was Debbie who had the upper hand, daring Kayla to try and hurt her.

After a moment's hesitation Kayla threw her right fist at Debbie's head, but
she was moving in slow motion and it was easily slapped it away. "Cunt," Kayla
gasped, and with a grunt of frustration tried to follow with her left, but the
result was the same. The blonde laughed in her face. "Best you can do, 'tough
girl?'" she taunted, and then shot the heel of her right hand into Kayla's
mouth with lightning speed. The amazon's head bobbed up and down as she
staggered back, a fresh trickle of blood starting down her chin. Debbie
stepped forward and threw a hard left hook to Kayla's jaw, quickly following
it with a right cross that plowed into the big woman's high cheekbone and kept
her stumbling backwards, her massive body slamming into the wall with a thud.

Kayla pushed herself forward. "Damn you, bi.." she gasped, but Debbie had
stayed with her and cut her off with a wicked uppercut to her chin, snapping
her head back and putting her back against the wall. The black woman's
muscular arms fell to her sides and Debbie sent a brutal left straight into
her defenseless right breast, her fist sinking deep into the soft skin. Kayla
cried out in agony but Debbie immediately silenced her with a hard right
across her mouth. Panting frantically, the bigger woman tried again to raise
her massive arms but a vicious right to her already swollen left eye caused
them to fall back uselessly limp. Then the blonde sent another straight shot
whistling into Kayla's other exposed mammary, causing tears to instantly well
up in her eyes as she howled in pain. Without missing a beat Debbie delivered
another left to Kayla's jaw and followed with a right to the side of her head,
then whipped the same hand around with a backhanded punch across her cheekbone
that spun the big woman's head and slammed the side of her face against the
wall.

Debbie paused for a moment, just looking into Kayla's dark eyes, watching the
tears roll down her trembling cheeks. "Poor baby," Debbie said with a mock
pout. "Am I hurting you?" Then she grabbed the straps of Kayla's leather
harness bra, slowly reared her right foot back and crashed her knee into the
now powerless woman's belly just below the navel. Pinned against the wall
there was nowhere for Kayla's body to go, no way for it to "give," and the
blow ripped through her steely abs as if they were made of paper. She bent
forward, gagging and gasping in agony, both arms clutching her abdomen. Debbie
stood for a moment and just looked down at her with satisfaction. Then she
grabbed a fistful of Kayla's matted hair and pulled her off the wall, dragging
her to where Derek sat as the big black woman stumbled helplessly along behind
her.

Debbie marched her over in front of her husband and stood smiling down at him.
Both women faced him, his wife still gripping Kayla's hair and pulling her
head painfully down to one side. The amazon just stood there gasping, her
tear-streaked face twisted into an expression of anguish, her limp, muscular
arms and huge tits flopping around as she shuffled her feet frantically to
keep her balance. Debbie's voice was still calm. "You see how easy it is for
me, 'pussy boy,' to beat the dog shit out of this useless slut? Now do you
understand whose property you are?" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his
eyes lowered, saying nothing. "DO YOU?" Debbie barked, and he realized he had
to answer her. "Y-yes," he stammered meekly, still looking down, "Your
property." The worst part was he knew it was literally true. "That's a good
boy," Debbie smiled as she began to turn back toward Kayla, but then she
suddenly stopped and shot him a narrow-eyed glare. "One more thing Derek," she
asked sharply, "Did the bitch fuck you?" His heart began to race as he became
overwhelmed with terror. He prayed silently that Debbie had forgotten about
her threat all those years ago. He shifted and squirmed around some more, his
fear preventing him from speaking, but his wife's patience was short. "ANSWER
ME," she demanded, jerking down harder still on Kayla's hair, "Did this
worthless, muscle bound SLUT fuck you?" He knew there was no point in denying
it. She would never believe him, and would just hurt him worse for lying to
her. He looked up at her pleadingly and took a deep breath. "Yes," he said in
a low voice, "she fucked me."

His wife let out a heavy sigh. "Why honey," she said in an exaggerated
breathless voice, "I'm so shocked and disappointed in you." Her expression
changed to one of mock disapproval, but she couldn't quite hide the hint of
her knowing smile. "I'm afraid I'll just have to punish you for your
indiscretion ... " she said with a lilt, " ... severely." She turned back
toward the whimpering black woman, her wicked smile now in full view. "But
first, I need to finish destroying the fucking slut you cheated on me with."

Kayla began to pant frantically, trying to push herself away, but Debbie
yanked her back painfully. She faced the beaten amazon and grabbed the leather
harness bra with her left hand, right in the middle between Kayla's enormous
breasts. Then she released her hair and took half a step back, taking her
time, measuring the distance between them. Her expression hardened, and she
looked up at Kayla with hatred burning in her eyes. "It's time to finish your
lesson bitch," she said, "Time to turn your big, strong body into dog shit."
She then quickly pounded her fist hard into the black woman's belly, forcing
the air out of her with a whoosh. Without waiting for Kayla's reaction she
repeated the blow, harder this time, then again, and again. She held the
massive woman upright with one hand while she hammered her midsection with the
other, beating her like a rug, pumping her fist deeper and deeper into Kayla's
rigid abs as the now helpless woman grunted and gasped in pain. After what
seemed like an eternity she released Kayla and stepped back, letting her slump
to her knees at her feet, moaning pitifully, again clutching at her beaten
abdomen.

She grabbed another handful of hair and jerked Kayla's head around roughly.
"Stupid muscle bitch," she spat, and savagely drove her fist down into the
kneeling woman's face. "Fucking my man ... " she sent another bone crushing
shot to the side of her head, " ... thinking you could just come in here and
make me give him up to you." She snapped her knee up into Kayla's jaw with
mind numbing force. "Now you know better, don't you?" She snapped Kayla's head
around with a sharp backhanded slap. "You know you're a worthless slut, isn't
that right?" She sent another fist smashing into the big woman's already
battered face. "Tell me bitch. Tell me what you are." She hit her again, and
again. "Let me hear you say it." Kayla moaned weakly as she trembled in pain,
but she still had some pride left. She gazed blankly at the floor and slowly
shook her head, parting her tattered lips. ""F-fuck you," she croaked,
"B-b-bitch ... " Derek winced as he saw his wife's face flush red with anger.

Debbie exploded. In a rapid, fluid motion she buried her other hand in Kayla's
hair and whipped her knee into the amazon's left breast. The black woman rose
up on her knees with a howl, her face a mask of agony. Without hesitating the
blonde repeated the move, her bony knee sinking deeper into the big woman's
tortured mammary. Kayla shrieked as the tears poured out of her eyes. "Oh
GOD!" she wailed, "NO! STOP ... " but Debbie didn't wait, quickly snapping the
same knee into the same spot. Kayla's cries became a pathetic, gurgling moan
and her shoulders began heaving as she started to cry uncontrollably. Debbie
took her right hand from her hair and whipped another bone shattering backhand
punch across her face. The blow sent Kayla crashing to the floor on her side,
the sound of her hair literally being torn from her scalp filling the room.
She lay there, curled in a fetal position, clutching at her once invincible
but now mangled body while shaking violently with her sobs.

The blonde looked down at her with contempt, casually holding out her hand and
letting the shards of black hair drift to the floor. She stepped forward and
grabbed another fistful, hauling the decimated woman up to her knees. Kayla
just hung there like a bag of meat, her muscular body ruined, her aura of
power completely shattered. Debbie's voice was harsh, demanding. "Now tell me
bitch, or I'll cripple you. Say it." Kayla gasped in humiliation, but stripped
of every last shred of dignity, she now did as she was told. "I'm ... I'm a
w-worthless s-s-slut," she half-whispered between sobs, "a worthless ...
worthless s-slut." Debbie smiled with satisfaction. She gave Kayla's hair a
sharp tug. "And who does Derek belong to? Whose property is he?" The beaten
woman replied quickly. "You ... he's y-y-your property." The blonde's smile
widened. She pulled Kayla's head back, forcing her to look up at her. "One
last thing, worthless slut...tell me you're sorry. Beg my forgiveness for
fucking him." Kayla's answer came in short, panicked gasps. "I'm sorry, I'm
sorry...oh God ... please ... oh, please ... f-forgive me ... please ... oh
God ... I'm sorry I fucked him ... I'm sorry I fucked him ... " Seeing Kayla
reduced to Debbie's feeble, obedient bitch was almost more than Derek could
bear to watch.

Satisfied with turning the muscular black woman into a whimpering puddle of
flesh, Debbie turned her attention to Derek. "Now it's your turn, 'pussy
boy,'" she said calmly before turning back and raising her fist high above her
head, then delivering a final, devastating right to the side of Kayla's face.
The ebony beauty let out a loud grunt as her head snapped to the side
violently. Her massive upper body spun completely around and she dropped to
her side, bouncing up and down like a rubber doll. She rolled onto her back,
sprawled on the carpet with her massive chest heaving, completely unconscious,
totally destroyed. Debbie stood majestically over her crumpled body and gazed
down at her, her eyes still filled with hate.

Then she turned her gaze to Derek and shook her head with a look of
disapproval. This time the look was genuine. She sauntered over to where he
sat and stood commandingly over him, her feet apart, her fists tightly
clenched. He looked up at her with apprehension, not sure if he should try to
speak, to say something that might spare him the full brunt of her wrath. She
didn't give him the chance. "Stupid fucking pussy," she said in a low voice,
still shaking her head. "Get up; on your feet." Slowly, hesitantly, he raised
himself off the sofa. They were only a foot apart. Even with Debbie's 4 inch
heels he was still almost a full head taller than she was. But at that moment
she seemed 10 feet tall to him, especially after watching her easily dominate
a tough, experienced fighter nearly twice her size. He stood there obediently,
trembling slightly as the fear within him grew.

Then seemingly out of nowhere the back of her open right hand smashed into the
side of his face with a loud smack, and he found himself back on the sofa, his
head spinning. Debbie's expression didn't change; she glared down at him with
the same disapproving look. "Get up," she again commanded in her low voice. He
shook his head, blinking his eyes rapidly, trying to get his bearings. But the
15 years of conditioning was strong and he automatically obeyed her, rising
unsteadily to his feet. As soon as he was fully upright the back of her hand
again whipped into his face, and again he fell back on his ass. The room was
spinning now, and for a moment Derek wasn't sure where he was. Then he heard
her voice again, cutting through the fog, "Get up." It was almost like pushing
a button, so complete was her control over him. Without a second thought he
again obeyed her command, slowly rising up, only to receive another vicious
backhand that snapped his head around and sent him back onto the sofa with a
grunt. His face was burning now; he could feel his cheek begin to swell. His
senses were already starting to fade. Too much more of this and he would be
reduced to nothing more than a tackling dummy for his wife to beat on. But
Debbie was relentless, once again repeating her quiet command. "Get up."

Derek also knew her humiliating little game was only the beginning. Not only
would she degrade him, she was going to hurt him very, very badly; probably
even crush one of his balls. He had no doubt she had been serious about her
threat. His head was swimming but he still realized he had a choice - let her
take him and have her way with him, try to escape, or try to fight back.
Bitter experience had shown him the danger of trying to defend himself against
her, but this was new territory. He had never cheated on her before, much less
allowed her to find out about it. She had inflicted pain on his genitals many
times but he quickly tried to imagine how painful having one of his balls
smashed would actually feel, and the thought filled him with the urge to run.
He was convinced, however, that he had little chance of escape. That left
fighting back, something he had already attempted with brutally harsh results.
But at this point he had nothing to lose; she was going to hurt him savagely
no matter what he did.

It only took seconds to reason it all out, but already Debbie was repeating
her command. "I said get up, 'pussy boy,'" she insisted sharply, taking half a
step closer to him. He saw it as an opportunity and, overcoming his fear,
lunged forward at her. He attempted to plow into her and tackle her to the
floor, but as his elbows fell onto the carpet he realized she had deftly
jumped to the side and he had caught nothing but air. Her speed and agility,
even in her high heels, always amazed him. He tried to roll over and quickly
rise but she was on him like a cat, straddling the small of his back and
grinding her knees into the backs of his forearms, pinning them down. She
quickly cupped her left hand under his chin and yanked his head up violently,
bending him backwards as his broad shoulders and chest came up off the floor.
He struggled, grunting loudly through his clenched teeth, trying to buck her
off of him as the pain in his back grew. But she pulled him up even harder and
slapped her fist into the side of his head, quieting him.

She placed her free hand under his chin, now holding him in his torturous
position with both arms. She gave him another sharp upward pull, further
demonstrating her control, and leaned forward so her mouth was right next to
his ear. "You're a fucking joke, big man," she hissed, "Did you really think a
pathetic wimp like you could take me down?" She further increased the pressure
on his back, causing him to let out a loud, wailing moan. Derek could feel her
hot breath on the side of his face. "Oh yeah, 'pussy boy,' you know how much I
like hurting you." She rubbed her crotch up and down his back, grinding it
down hard against him. "You know it makes me wet. I'll probably come right
then and there when I squish your little testicle." Her words burned into him
and he began to panic, letting out rapid, high pitched whimpers with each gasp
of breath. Her own breathing grew heavier as she became even more aroused
hearing his pitiful cries of pain and fear. She ground her womanhood down
against him even more forcefully. "But first," she went on, giving him another
painful upward tug, "I'm going to remind you why I'm the boss around here."
She leaned back, letting him absorb still more pain as she arched his back
even higher, then she freed her right hand and again smashed it into his head
with a loud thud. Then she hit him again, harder; and again, and again even
harder. He couldn't move. He was powerless to do anything except hang there
and let Debbie pound on him, beating on his head like hammering a nail, each
blow more bone-jarring than the last.

She released her grip and his upper body flopped to the carpet. He lay there
stunned, trying to catch his breath. Debbie quickly stood up and buried her
fingers in his hair, jerking him up onto all fours and dragging him back
toward the sofa where she literally tossed his quivering body to the floor in
front of it. She roughly turned him over to a sitting position, his legs
outstretched, his upper back against the cushions. He could do nothing to
resist, trying his best to clear his head as she sat her sexy ass down on the
tops of his legs, facing him. Grabbing the front of his shirt she ripped it
open, the buttons spinning off in all directions, and forced it down his back
and arms as she pressed her breasts against his naked chest. His senses began
to return and he instinctively brought his hands up, placing them on her
slender waist to push her off of him. She responded with another vicious
backhand that sent his mind reeling once again. "Don't fucking touch me 'pussy
boy,'" she said with a threatening voice, and repeated the blow to drive home
the point, another loud crack filling the room.

She reached back and pulled his shoes off one by one, then his socks. Then she
reached down, unbuckled his belt and unfastened the front of his pants. He
sensed she was one step closer to getting her hands on his balls. "No ... " he
gasped weakly, but she stood up and grabbed his pant legs, yanking them down
and off. She tossed them away and grabbed his white briefs at the waistband,
sliding them down his legs and over his feet, pulling his big body away from
the sofa in the process and sending him flat on his back. She stood over him
and gazed down intently at his now naked body, as if trying to decide where to
start punishing him.

He started to rise but she placed her high heeled foot on his chest and shoved
him back down. Then she moved the pointy heel to his left nipple and pressed
it in hard, digging painfully into the exposed flesh. "Poor Derek," she said
with mock pity, "Such a big, manly body. But you're so ... weak." She rotated
her foot and twisted it in even deeper as he squirmed helplessly beneath her.
"You thought 'Miss Muscles' would come rescue you. Now she's all fucked up and
look at you, laying there naked, still my bitch." She raised her foot and
casually moved it down to where his limp cock rested on his abdomen. She
positioned the heel just under its head and started to gradually twist it in,
causing his breath to come in short gasps as the pain increased. "Aw, am I
hurting your little wee-wee?" she asked in a pouting voice. She increased the
pressure and smiled as his eyes began tearing up. "You're lucky I don't rip it
off for sticking it in the big slut," she said, "I warned you a long time ago
didn't I, 'pussy boy?' What I would do if you ever fucked another woman?" She
gave a heavy sigh. "And now you're just going to have to suffer like she did."
She moved her foot up to his face, wiping the sole of her shoe down hard
across his mouth before bending down and again grabbing him by the hair.

Debbie hauled him up on his knees and then forced him to his feet. He still
tried to fight her off, putting both hands on her shoulders and trying to push
her away, but she buried her fist in his soft belly and then brought it up
hard on the edge of his jaw, causing his arms to fall away. "My, my," she said
mockingly, "you haven't been this feisty in a long time, honey." She sent
another blow straight into his mouth, muffling Derek's grunt of pain. He tried
to throw a looping right at her head but she easily ducked it and came back up
with another wicked shot to his jaw. He was simply no match for her speed, and
she was so much stronger than she looked.

She released his hair and sent a quick one-two across his face, staggering him
back. She gave him another hard gut shot then threw a brutal overhand right to
his already bruised cheekbone, and came back with another blow to the belly
followed by another right to the side of his face. Derek's big body shuddered
violently with each punch as he squealed and gasped to Debbie's obvious
delight. "C'mon, 'pussy boy,'" she grinned, "Keep trying to act like a real
man. It makes beating the shit out of you more fun." He was almost out on his
feet, but he made one last, futile effort to defend himself by lunging forward
with his hands aimed at her neck. She met him head on, catching his wrists in
midair and pushing them out away from his body as she snapped her knee up into
his aching midsection. He doubled over with a loud moan, stumbling forward,
his arms clutching at his stomach. He looked up just in time to see her right
fist again come crashing down into his face, spinning his entire body around
and putting him back on the carpet.

Once more she grabbed his hair and pulled him to a kneeling position. He just
sat there whimpering pathetically, his face bloodied, his shoulders slumped
forward as she held him up. Debbie looked down at him with a mix of
satisfaction and displeasure, her voice taking on a harsh tone. "Still want to
fuck her, sweetheart?" she asked, "Still want to try and leave me?" He made a
sorrowful, high pitched moan as he shook his head rapidly. His voice was
little more than a squeak. "No ... no ... please ... " he begged, knowing what
was about to happen to him, "P-please don't ... h-hurt me anymore." She
responded by backhanding him again, then tilting his face up and looking him
squarely in the eyes as she spoke. "Oh, you know I'm not finished with you
yet, 'pussy boy.'" She looked down at his crotch, then slowly brought her gaze
back to his tear filled eyes, very much aware of the sheer terror she was
instilling in him. "Now get on your feet. It's time for me to keep my
promise." She gave a sharp, upward yank to his hair and he once again rose
slowly, unsteadily to a standing position.

Debbie moved to his right side and let go of his hair. She dropped her left
hand down his back and, reaching across it, gripped his left arm. She pulled
him up tight against her body, his right arm between her breasts, her upper
body pinning it to his side as she held him up. He was whimpering and moaning
louder than ever, but it was all he had left in him to do. He stood there
helplessly while she manhandled him, powerless to resist. She looked up at him
and rubbed her right hand across his big chest, taking her time. She paused
briefly to fondle one of his nipples, pinching it roughly between her sharp
nails, then slowly began moving her hand down over his bruised midsection. She
was toying with him now, making him tremble frantically as she slowly made her
way down, letting his fear grow even stronger. "Now honey, try and take it
like a man," she said sweetly. Her hand reached his limp cock and she gently
pushed it to one side as her fingers found their way to his quivering balls.
She brushed over them lightly, gently caressing them, lifting up slightly on
each of them as if testing their weight. Then she made her choice. She gripped
the right one between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a moderately painful
squeeze. Derek went up on his toes and began gasping loudly as the tears ran
down his face. "Oh God," he whimpered, "Please ... no ... please don't, please
... " but it was too late. She curled her finger around it and rapidly
increased the pressure with her thumb, digging it in hard. Intense,
unimaginable pain shot through his abdomen as he shrieked in agony and horror.
He became nauseated and began to choke as the pain started to become
unbearable, and his body began to convulse wildly in Debbie's tight grasp.
Then the room began spinning and fading from view. He heard a loud, sickening
snap, and then felt the warmth of his blood filling his cock as his world
finally went dark.

When he awoke he wasn't quite sure where he was. He was lying in a bed,
looking up at a tiled ceiling. A woman's soft voice sounded like it was coming
through a loudspeaker off in the distance. She was saying something about
someone being needed somewhere. There was an odd, faint odor; like a cleaning
chemical or antiseptic. He felt something on his arm, and as his head cleared
he realized it was an IV tube and that he was in a hospital. He gave a quiet
sigh of relief, then felt the throbbing ache in his abdomen. Debbie had done
it, he thought, the bitch had actually done it. At least she had the decency
to take him to the hospital.

Suddenly someone was standing next to the bed; a heavyset nurse had come in
and was checking his IV drip. She finished her inspection and looked down at
him, seeing he was conscious. "Oh look," she said as she turned her head,
"he's awake." Derek looked beyond her to see Debbie sitting in a chair nearby.
She looked quite different than when he last saw her. She wore a loose fitting
turtleneck sweater and jeans. She had on very little makeup, and a beret held
back her perfectly straight hair. She looked every bit the image of a doting
little housewife. She had her cell phone to her ear and she smiled at him
before turning away to continue her conversation.

The nurse looked down at him with a sympathetic expression. "You poor dear;
feeling better? You were in bad shape when they brought you in." She moved to
the foot of the bed and picked up the clipboard with his chart attached. "It's
so terrible what happened to you. It's sad enough when we can't even walk
through our own neighborhoods without being mugged." She took out her pen and
began scribbling on the chart. "But what they did to you is awful. I've never
seen such a thing." She finished making her notes and put the clipboard back
on its hook. "Don't worry, though - they fixed you up good. You'll be fine in
a couple of weeks." She gave him one last look as she turned to leave. "Gosh,
judging from the size of you there must've been ten of them!"

The nurse disappeared out the door and he turned his attention toward Debbie,
who was still speaking into her phone. "I really don't care how you feel,
bitch," she said matter-of-factly, "If it isn't done when I get home I'll give
my fists a workout on those big tits of yours, do you understand? Yes, what?
That's better. Now get back to work." She flipped the cover down and gazed at
Derek intently with her evil smile. "That was 'Miss Muscles.' She was
complaining she's too beat up to do your chores." She stood up and moved to
the side of the bed, her smile widening. "Of course, I don't give a shit.
Since you're going to be laid up for awhile she'll just have to do them. We'll
see how well she performs. For her sake I hope I don't have to ... instruct
her too harshly." She chuckled as Derek looked away in anguish. She reached
down and gently stroked his hair. "Once you're up and about again I won't need
to keep her healthy, but for now I can't be too hard on her. Oh, she does one
thing rather well, though." She leaned down and spoke quietly in his ear. "She
sucks pussy almost as good as you." She kissed him on the cheek and moved
away, picking up her purse and walking toward the door as she looked back at
him over her shoulder. "I have to go make sure she's being a good, obedient
bitch, now. I'll be back later to see how you're doing," she said with a wink.

Then she paused and turned to face him, her wicked, knowing smile still on her
lips. "And honey, I'm sure you learned your lesson, but do try to keep your
hands off the nurses, will you?"