The Gym - Chapter 1
by Hatman
Angela turns her husband into a slave and takes a lover.


Angela lay back in bed satisfied with life. She looked across at her lover
Carl, who was already asleep and admired his muscular chest and flat stomach.
She felt some of his semen trickle out from between her thighs, she called
softly to her slave Bella, "Quick come and lick me clean". As Bella licked
between her legs and then cleaned the area with a moist tissue, she recalled
the night three months ago when her husband had become her slave.

Carl was a martial arts instructor at the gym where Angela worked. Angela had
been taking private lessons with Carl, and had reached a high standard, up to
the point where she felt she could do his job. But the gym manager, Eddie, had
different ideas, and wasn't even prepared to consider promotion for her. To
console herself she invited Carl back to her house. If the rumours about him
were true then he would have no qualms about fucking her regardless of her
marital status.

Carl looked like the archetypal martial arts instructor, tall black and
powerfully built, but light on his feet. Brought up in one of the poorer areas
of town he escaped the poverty trap by channelling his aggression into sport,
and now in his late twenties he had a steady job and his own flat in a stylish
new block. When Angela invited him to her flat for a drink she made sure that
she had just finished taking an aerobics class, so her body radiated heat and
was covered with a sheen of perspiration. She had also worn her most revealing
leotard, cut high over her hips and plunging low at the front and lower at the
back. Her body language left Carl in no doubt as to what was on offer and he
wanted to take her there and then.

By the time he arrived at her place he was aching for her body, and when she
opened the door dressed in a tight white tee shirt, scarlet hot pants and red
stilettos he almost came right away. As he strode through the door towards her
she held out her hand to his chest and stopped him in his tracks. "Shut the
door, I have a little surprise I must explain before you go any further."

"Wha.."

"Just listen" she interrupted." Before you can have me you have to take me
from my husband. He is in the sitting room and I have told him that if he
doesn't want you to fuck me he must fight you. So you and he will fight for
the right to my body. The loser will become my slave"

"Hey I came here for love, not to get into a fight"

"Don't worry." Angela moved closer and lowered her voice conspiratorially,
Barry's 5 foot 6, 11 stone and unfit. He's never been in a fight in his life.
You'll wipe the floor with him, get to fuck me and he will become Bella, our
slave."

"Angela, that's some weird shit to throw on somebody."

"I told you, don't worry, just think of it as a bout at the gym, and get
stripped off and into the sitting room."

"Stripped off?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you, the fight is to take place with you both naked."

Carl briefly hesitated, but one quick glance at Angela's fantastic body
confirmed that he was going to do as she asked. He quickly stripped naked, his
large throbbing errection revealing his desire to have Angela.

Angela opened the door to the sitting room and waved Carl through. Inside the
furniture had been pushed backed to the walls leaving a space in the middle
for the fight. Sat on a chair in one corner was a pale and nervous looking
Barry.

"Come on Barry, get up and get ready to fight for your marriage." As Barry
stood up Carl could see that what Angela told him was true, Barry was over
eight inches shorter then him, three or four stone lighter and he looked out
of shape. This was going to be easy.

"Right boys, before you start I want you to see what you are fighting for."
Angela peeled off her tee shirt, her hard nipples springing out, bouncing
slightly on her firm, naked C-cup, breasts. She then wriggled her hot pants
down over her hips, leaving her naked apart from a lacy thong and her
stilettos. "I will leave something to your imagination until the fight is
over."

Both men's errections were glistening with pre cum at the sight of her body as
they faced each other. "Right you both know the deal, the winner gets me the
loser gets to be my slave, and I get to make sure that the loser never has any
other woman, but if the loser is a good girl then I will fuck her with this."
Angela waved in front of her an enormous strap on dildo. "As I am the prize, I
decide when the fight is over and who has won, so get on with it."

The two men moved towards each other, Barry cautious, Carl in a fighting
stance. Wanting this to be over quickly, Carl threw a quick hard punch into
Barry's solar-plexus. The breath rushed from Barry's lungs and he crumpled to
the floor gasping. As Barry rolled on the floor Carl looked at Angela and
said, "Looks like I win?"

"No way, Barry's still got some fight in him, haven't you Barry. Come on get
up and fight."

Barry staggered to his feet still gasping. Carl looked at Angela, "Go on Carl,
I want him beaten to a pulp."

Carl could see that Barry was already beaten, but he was not going to get his
prize without beating him further, so he smashed a punch into Barry's face,
shattering his nose, sending blood splattering over both their bodies. With
lightning speed he followed up with another punch lifting Barry off his feet.
As Barry staggered backwards Carl pushed him further with a kick to the gut.

Barry crumpled to the floor unconscious, and Carl glanced at Angela.

"Get up, Barry you wimp." she screamed. She stomped over to Barry's naked body
and kicked him hard twice in the body and then to the head. Barry groaned
slightly but otherwise made no response. Angela rolled Barry onto his back and
kicked him hard between the legs. "pathetic! I thought you might put up more
of a fight for your wife." Angela turned to Carl and smiled. "looks like you
win, and here's your prize." She peeled off her thong, damp with her juices
and dropped it on Barry's face.

Carl moved towards her but Angela held up her hand, "Not yet big boy, Barry
needs to be awake to see you take your prize so he knows what he has lost."

Angela threw a glass of cold water over Barry's face, bring a slight groan but
not returning his consciousness. She resorted to slapping his face and
pinching his nipples and the sharp pain slowly brought his round, whimpering
"No, no, stop it."

"shut up, loser" Angela pulled his arms behind his back and trussed his arms
and legs with cable ties. Then she dragged his immobilised body into the
bedroom and propped him in a corner. "Now watch while Carl takes his prize."
she purred one hand stroking her moist pussy while the other rubbed her hard
left nipple.

Carl has followed her into the room and stepped up behind her grabbing her
breasts. Angela leaned her head back against Carl's chest and Whispered "take
me now".

Barry watched in horror and dismay as Carl's large black cock was thrust
through between Angela's legs and up inside her body. Angela's gorgeous body
writhed as Carl thrust up into her lifting her off of her feet. The lovemaking
was short and vigorous both of them already highly aroused by the way Barry
had been battered by Carl. Barry shut his eyes when Angela screamed in ecstasy
and he could see Carl's semen trickle out between her legs.

Still naked and flushed from the lovemaking, Angela announced that she had one
more job before they could all sleep, which was to ensure that Barry would
never be able to reclaim her body.

"Lift him onto the bed." she instructed Carl, "While I get what I need"

Angela returned with scalpel and some other basic medical equipment stolen
from the first aid kit at the Gym. "What are you doing with those!" Barry
screamed in fear. "Shut up and hold still, it will be quicker and less painful
if you do" Angela ordered. Barry ignored her and continued to wriggle his
bound body away from her.

Angela ruthlessly smashed a fist into his battered face. "I said hold still".
Barry's wriggling stopped as his vision swam from the blow.

Angela went to work quickly, as she promised, and sliced open Barry's scrotum.
Carl watched open mouthed as she proceeded to remove Barry's testicles and
then sew up his now empty sac.

"Carl" she said to get the attention of her stunned lover, "take him to the
bathroom and untie him so he can clean himself up, while I get rid of these."
As she wrapped his testes in the bloodstained sheet and threw them into a
black bin bag she called to Barry "You wont be needing these any more."