Jane finds revenge is sweet as she picks up another slave
By Musclelustman@yahoo.com 
Jane runs into her high school nemesis. She gets her revenge and makes him her second slave



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Life has been great since getting my slave four months ago. Financially
I'm so much better off having a new better paying job and having my slave
pay my credit card bill every month. I've really been hitting the gym
hard as well. I usually spend 2 hours a day pumping away. My biceps have
gone from 13 and a half solid arms to 14 and a half hard as steel arms. I
have noticed that my slave is putting on some muscle as well. But I don't
think he'll ever catch up to me so I havn't been worried.
 
My new job was doing great, but I was finding it harder then I expected.
One Thursday morning I had an extremely difficult time. I had a
presentation with some clients who really seemed interested in our
products, but they were asking a million technical questions. I'm still
pretty weak on the engineering of some of our products so several times I
had to tell them I didn't know the answer and would have to get back to
them. They didn't react too negatively but I could tell they were
frustrated that their questions weren't being aanswered to their
satisfaction. When I left their office I was a little discouraged so I
decided to treat myself to a Big Mac lunch. I usually eat pretty healthy,
but the grueling morning made me want to give myself a treat. My trip to
McDonald's was going to pay off big dividends.
 
I had just taken my first bite when I heard a familiar voice from the
past saying, "Jane Calgar, is that you?" I looked up and there he was. My
biggest nemesis from high school. Tom was an incredibly good looking guy,
and that hadn't changed. He had been captain of the football team. His
first two years of high school he had dated around a lot and he had many
conquests to his name. The girls all fell fall him. The last two years of
high school he and the head cheerleader had paired up and everyone
thought they would some day be married. She was drop dead gorgeous, but
she was also a bitch. Everyone in school referred to them as "Barbie and
Ken." She had been my lab partner junior year and expected me to do all
the work. When I refused she had her friends torment me. Tom was her
boyfriend and he was the worse of them all. The whole football team used
to mock me as I went by. I went home just about every night in tears. I
knew I could kick her ass, but had decided not to to show my strength. I
had a circle of friends despite their meanness and I didn't want to
intimidate any of the guys in my circle by letting on that I was so
strong.
 
And there was Tom standing before me with a Quarter pounder, fries and a
soda on his tray. "Jane, can I join you?" He sat down without my
answering. "You look great" he said. I simply said, "Hi Tom." He talked
like we were best friends in high school. I could feel my blood pressure
rising. It had already been a tough day and now I had run into this
asshole- great. He asked if I were married and I said I wasn't. He said
he had been married to Denise but they got divorced a few months ago.
Denise was not "Barbie" who he dated in high school. She had gone to
school with us and was genuinely a very nice person. I wondered how she
put up with him for so many years. Tom was still very handsome and looked
like he had a pretty good build. He stood about 5'10" and weighed maybe
185lbs, but he didn't look as muscular as he did in high school. He was
piling on the charm, but I knew it was all an act. He obviously wnated
something.
 
As I said he talked as if we were old friends. Told me about his two kids
and spoke about how successful he was. And he said, "You and I should get
together. I always liked you in high school." If that was true he hid it
well. I figured he just wanted another conquest. I was about to tell him
to go screw himself when he invited me to his cabin for the weekend. He
said it had two bedrooms so I could just come up and enjoy the beauty of
nature. I knew he had other things on his mind, but I contemplated his
invitation. I was free that weekend. I had always dreamed that terrible
things would happen to him to make him feel the kind of pain he had
caused me. I wondered if I should take my revenge. When I said, "I'd be
glad to spend the weekend at your cabin" his face lit up. He said,
"Great, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6:00pm. we'll go to dinner and then
we'll go to my cabin. It's only about 45 minutes from town here." I told
him I would be looking forward to going with him. My mind was going a
million miles a minute as I contemplated what I was going to do with him
this weekend. He gave me a kiss on the cheek as we parted company. Little
did he know that he'd soon be kissing my other cheeks. That night I
dreamt of all the things I could do to him. I woke up with an incredible
sense of anticipation and a tingling in my groan. The anticipation of
what I was going to do to him was making hornier then hell.
 
He picked me up the next night, but was about 20 minutes late. He made no
apologies as he walked me to the car. He took me to a nice restuarant and
we talked a bit. He was still an asshole. He told me how he got tired of
marriage. He didn't like to be tied down to one woman. He said she was
selfish. When I pressed him on that his idea of selfish was that she
wanted him to meet her needs sexually. He wanted to be satisfied, but he
didn't wnat to give her oral sex and felt that she was selfish to expect
that. It sounded like she did most of the work at the house and now she
had primary custody of the kids. Tom only saw the kids every other
weekend, although he called them twice a week. He had it made while she
was probably slaving away. I felt the anger well up in me but I hid it
well. I'm sure he thought that he was winning me over and would have me
as another trophy.
 
We drove to his cabin and I was feeling more revulsed by him by the
minute. He talked only about himself. He was still a conceited asshole. I
knew I was really going to enjoy what I had planned for him. I'm sure he
had plans as well, but his plans and his life were about to be shattered.
 
When we got to his cabin we carried in our bags and immendiately he was
groping me. I pushed him and told him to back off. He turned and locked
the deadlock on the door and put the key in his pocket. He said, "that
way no one will bother us." There was no other door in the cabin. We were
locked in. He came at me with a determined look in his eyes. We began to
wrestle and he laughingly said, "So you like things rough huh? Good, I
like things rough too." He was going to get rough and I was pretty sure
he wasn't going to like it. As we wrestled it started a little like that
first match with Bill. He was more then 50 lbs heavier then me and nine
inches taller, so that allowed him to keep me from immediately dominating
him. But very soon we both knew that he was in over his head. I got my
legs around his head and started to squeeze. He was calling me all kinds
of names and demanding that I stop. I only laughed and squeezed harder.
He frantically pulled at my iron thighs but was unable to budge them. I
admired my bulging muscles as they crushed his head. It was so wonderful
to have muscle.I went to a figure four around his kneck and he screamed
out in pain. When I let go he turned toward me with rage on his face, but
I got him into a grapevine and stretched his arms and legs apart. He
screamed in pain. I held him tight and relished the feeling of him
squirming powerlessly against me. Here we were in the middle of the
woods, no one for miles around, and he was powerless against me. I
grabbed his head and pulled his face into my cleavage. I'm not well
endowed, but his face was buried and it was obvious he was having trouble
breathing. I tighened my chest muscles and he passed out. I grabbed the
deadlock key from his pants and hid it. I then stripped down to my bra
and thong panties. I figured this would make it easier for him to kiss my
ass and worship his new master. A few minutes later he began to wake up.
I could hear his groans and went to stand over him. He was laying there
looking helpless as he gazed upon my very muscualar body. I flexed before
him. I said, "Slave, you'll soon be worshipping these muscles." He said
something about my being a f...ing bitch when I took his head and put it
between my very muscular thighs. I squezzed, but not too hard. I had all
weekend and I wanted to make this last. I went from painful hold to
painful hold. I put his arms in positions they weren't made to go in and
he screamed in pain. But he didn't learn, he kept calling me a stupid
bitch. Who was the stupid one? Every time he said something like that, it
only brought him more pain, but he kept doing it for about an hour. At
the end of an hour he was like a rag doll in my arms. I commanded him to
kiss my ass- he did. I commanded him to worship my body, he obeyed, but
had a look of contempt on his face. I had him worship my biceps then down
to my calves, up to my shoulders, down to my abs. He worshipped most of
my muscles. I told him to get up and worship my tricep and when he stood
he pretended to go to kiss it, but instead he took a swing at me. I
dodged my head. but the side of his arm did rub against my head. He was
at least a little fiesty.I got my arms around him and wrestled him to the
floor. I got my legs around his waste and started to squeeze. I wasn't
planning on doing major damage, but all of a sudden I heard, "crack,
snap" as he squeeled in pain. I think I boke a couple of ribs. He was in
agony and screamed out that I was a crazy bitch. When he said this I
squeezed harder putting him in absolute agony. He began to beg me to let
him go. There was no more name calling after that. He was in such agony
that I was sure I wouldn't have any more problems with him. Hearing him
sob before me got my juices flowing. Here was a man nine inches taller
then me and more then 50 lbs heavier and I was in total control of him. I
let go of him and stood before him- he was kneeling before me. I said,
"I'm going to be selfish now. You're going to eat me out and you're going
to like it." I pulled down my panties and pulled his head to my flowing
pussy. I had him lap up every drop. I guided his head and commanded him
what to do with his tongue. He was in agony and obeyed every command
without hesitation. I orgasmed over and over. His face was covered in my
juices but I had his togue working hard to lick up every drop.
 
I pushed him to his back and again put him in a grapevine. I reached down
and guided him into me and went back to the grapevine. I really pounded
into him. I could see the tears flowing down his cheeks which just made
my juices flow all the more. The power; the total control, the pain and
fear in his eyes, just made me hornier then ever. I thrust and thrust and
thrust and he cried and cried and cried. I lost track of my orgasms. When
he came, I stood before him with his load rolling down my leg. I told him
to use his tongue to clean me up. WIth fear and despair in his eyes he
immediately obeyed. It was obvious that he was in incredible pain and
just didn't want me to hurt him anymore. He was already looking spent
even though we hadn't been at his cabin more then an hour. We had the
whole weekend to go yet. I reminded him of that and he looked numb. How
does the comercial go? Dinner for two $80.00. A night at the cabin, free.
The look of hopelessness and pain on his face- priceless.
 
That night I slept in his king size bed, he slept on the floor. I like it
cold at night so I cranked the air conditioning so that it was blowing 65
degree air. I cuddled up under the covers, he was in the corner naked, no
blanket or pillow. Just being able to do this to him got me flowing
again. I one more time had my way with him and then sent him to the floor
to shiver through the night.
 
He worshipped me, ate me, and told me all the sweet nothings I wanted to
hear him say all weekend long. The big strong quarterback was putty in my
hands. I kept threatening to have him lick my asshole, which I had been
planning on having him do, but that was before I broke his ribs. I didn't
want to take every last vestige of dignity from him. Even without that,
there were many other holds and humiliating positions I put him in. It
was without doubt the best weekend of my life. I was so happy.
 
On Sunday evening, before we were to leave I explained to him the new
facts of life. He was now my slave. I told him that if he didn't do what
I told him to do I would show up when he had his boys with him. I asked
how much his boys would respect him if they saw their dad crying out in
pain begging a little lady to leave him alone. I thought it might hurt
their respect for him. "Maybe I'll go to where you work and beat the shit
out of you in front of all your co-workers-- would you like that?" No he
groaned. "Please just leave me alone." I lauged and reminded him of my
two years of hell at his hands. I told him I might let him go in two
years, but not to count on it. I was pretty sure I had him convinced that
being my slave was preferable to being exposed to his kids and co-workers
as a wimp who can be beaten by a little lady. I also decided that he
would pay the rent for my apartment from now on. He also would take care
of my gas and electric. He responded in the olny way he could, "Yes
master." I contemplated having him move in with me so that I could
dominate him night and day, but decided that my policy of l"imited
slavery" would still be best. Men are dangerous creatures and it's best
to let them have some semblance of dignity.
 
Bill was coming every Monday and Tuesday. My new slave Tom is now coming
on Wednesday and Thursday. I have never been so financially well of or
sexually fulfilled in all my life. I wondered if life could get any
better. I get up every day looking forward to the day. Life is great and
I was pretty sure that it would only get better.
 
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