Kidnapped by My Ex
By Elrohir - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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She called me up out of the blue. We hadn't spoken for almost two years, not
since our child support issues were resolved and the amount was taken out of
my pay-check faithfully every two weeks. Our oldest son had just entered
military service when we divorced, and now the younger one had decided to
follow in his brother's footsteps even though he knew his duty assignments
might be limited by the "Five Sullivan's Act" regarding siblings. Now that
both sons were emancipated and child support had ended, I could think of no
reason why she would need to see me. Anyway, she said it was urgent we meet as
soon as possible. She suggested the quiet whisky bar on the third floor of the
Galt House Hotel down-town for the location, knowing that I loved the hotel
and that bar in particular. She said it was urgent (just like everything else,
if SHE wanted something it was ALWAYS urgent) so I left work early and took an
Uber the ten blocks to the hotel.

When I got off the elevator and entered the bar I recognized her immediately
even though she looked very different from when we were married at age 18.
She'd always been a curvy girl, but at 5'8" she carried it really well. When
she began coloring her hair platinum blonde people were comparing her to
Marilyn Monroe, what with her fair skin, large breasts, small waist, full
hips, and shapely legs. Her blue eyes glowed with cold fire when angry (which
was most of the time), and her naturally lush ruby lips and bright smile made
for quite a seductive package even to men who claimed to have a "no fat
chicks" rule, and she had to fight many of them off, even in my presence,
sometimes, which led to some tense confrontations even if it hadn't lead to
blows.

After our second son was born, however, she seemed to be unable to shed the
baby weight, and it ruined her self-image even though I found her if anything
more attractive. To me she was even more voluptuous and sexy, but she didn't
see it that way. She finally embarked on a serious self-improvement program,
going from full time to part time at her job as a psychiatric RN in order to
hit the gym for several hours each day, six days a week. She put the family on
a crazy healthy diet which seemed to have positive effects on her more than
any of us. Over time she lost all the baby weight and then some. She lost fat
from all over her body, especially those bodacious breasts I loved so much, so
I soon found myself paying for implants to replace them. The rest of her body
changed dramatically as well, replacing all those plump soft curves with solid
curves of hard muscle. Her big beautiful round ass was changed into two hard
balls of muscle between which she could easily have crushed a walnut.

I couldn't complain, because her improved health, fitness, and self-esteem
gave her a sex drive she hadn't had before even as a teenager. I seldom had to
initiate sex any more, as soon as the boys were asleep she would attack me,
and on nights when they were not home she met me at the door when I got home
from work, wearing nothing but two martinis and a smile. Eventually she took
complete control of our lovemaking, always on top and fucking me longer and
harder than I ever could her. I was in heaven having a torrid love affair with
my wife, and the sex was so fantastic that I didn't mind that I was becoming
the passive partner in the bedroom, and then in the relationship in general,
it seemed.

It wasn't long after that, though, that she began staying longer and coming
home later from the gym, and her new workout routine was a killer that left
her exhausted, sometimes so much that she crashed in bed immediately after
dinner. She was often so worn out that she had no desire to make love. I was
understanding at first but eventually got a little frustrated with this, and
on one occasion when the boys were at Scout summer camp I was super freakin'
horny from not having done it in a while. That night I quickly removed my
clothes and slipped into bed beside her naked body. She'd taken to sleeping in
the nude, and her revved-up metabolism often caused her to throw off the
covers completely to dissipate the heat radiating from that smokin' hot body.
The sight of her now perfect physique lying there naked on display was driving
me crazy, since she seldom wanted sex any more: I was like a kid in a candy
store with no money! I could look but not touch ... .

She hadn't yet fallen asleep, and this time was actually quite receptive to my
tentative advances. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I used every
seductive move in my inventory: I kissed her eyelids, her lips, her neck, and
gradually moved my kisses down toward her breasts. As I was about to worship
those two new perfectly round mounds of flesh-covered silicone, however, she
suddenly seemed to have a change of heart: she groaned, stretched, and said
she was too tired to go any further. Desperate for physical love and with the
prospect of a night of passion going rapidly downhill, I tried my last-ditch
trump card: cunnilingus. She'd told me more than once that I was The Great
KOC-- King of Cunnilingus, and she was usually open to that even when she
balked at anything else. In a surprise attack I slid down her body and plunged
my face into the modest blonde curls of her bush, only to find that she had
recently shaved it, which was a shock. I nevertheless pressed on, pushing my
tongue past her bare pussy lips in a long bottom-to-top stroke that ended at
her engorged clit. I French-kissed her vagina like I would her mouth, plunging
my tongue deep inside while my lips pressed against hers. "Mmmmm", she cooed,
as she stretched her arms out and opened her legs wide. "Ooh, that's too good
to pass up, baby!" she said as she put her hand on top of my head and guided
my face even deeper into the folds of her nether lips.

It was then that I tasted it: that fruit of the male loins that tells a woman
unequivocally that the man she is fucking has climaxed inside her. A woman can
easily fake an orgasm, but a man has difficulty doing so if the woman does not
soon have the physical evidence leaking out of her: semen, ejaculate, cum,
spooge, whatever you want to call it, if the man cums there is always at least
a little of the precious fluid that carries his seed. In this case there was
abundant evidence of it, copious amounts of thick salty cum ... but it was NOT
MY cum. I knew the taste of my own cum from all the times I'd had to "clean up
my mess" when she hadn't cum before I spewed. I eventually got used to the
taste, since I felt satisfaction that my tongue always, and I mean always,
finished the job for her. What I was tasting now, however, was similar but
somehow revoltingly different, and that was NOT something I would ever get
used to!

I rose up and spat the offensive gelatinous goo over her belly, to which she
responded by smiling and gathering some of it on her finger and putting it in
her mouth. "Mmm ... " she hummed, and smiled again, directly at me. "That's
good stuff! I forgot there was some much of it in there, hoped you wouldn't
notice."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" I bellowed. Knowing that the jig was up, she scooped
some more jizz off of her and sucked it off the end of her long, strong
fingers, and took a few moments to gather her thoughts while she savored the
taste of what I knew was an intruder in my happy home. Before I could explode
with more expletives, she coolly began to tell me that the reason she'd been
so tired lately was that she had been fucking Lance, the bodybuilder who owned
the gym where she worked out, in every way possible, including making him
worship her and give her money whenever she wanted. He was completely
enthralled by her, she said, and she could make him agree to most anything
after a good fucking, and with him the fucking was ALWAYS good, unlike it was
for us sometimes.

She described in detail how her new strength and stamina made it possible to
use his muscles to make herself cum every time, often more than once. She had
learned how, despite his humongous muscles and aggressive nature, she could
control his body and his passions, building him up and tearing him down until
he was nearly worn out, until she was ready to make him cum like a racehorse,
which he always did. Tonight had been one of those nights, and only my oral
enticement had made her momentarily forget that her previous engagement was so
recent that there would still be some leakage. No matter, she said. She was
ready to leave me for Lance, as he'd been begging her to do for some time, and
it was best I found out sooner than later. "But you can still eat me out one
last time, baby." She smiled that Cheshire Cat grin at me, the one she always
used when she wanted to lord something over me, from a simple "Yahtzee, baby!"
to "I'm getting new boobs, and you'll have to pay for them if you ever want to
have sex again." She was consciously pushing my buttons, sticking it to me one
last time while she still could.

"LIKE HELL!" I fumed. I had been listening in shocked silence, my cock still
hard and my head still between her legs while she not only didn't apologize
for what she'd done, she belittled me with it, telling me exactly what kind of
insignificant worm she seemed to think I was. It was more than I could take.
In a blind rage I launched myself on top of her and wrapped my hands around
her neck while I thrust my cock into her like a sword and began squeezing her
throat. Without even a thought I was trying to rape and strangle her at the
same time. I was so out of control I couldn't even speak, roaring like some
kind of wounded animal, which indeed I was. I rammed my pork spike into her as
hard as I possibly could, over and over, while squeezing my hands closed
around her throat as tightly as possible.

I looked hotly into her face and felt myself smiling grimly as I knew I was
about to choke the life out of the evil bitch who had taken control of my life
and then cast me away, beating the last little bit of love out of me with her
pummelling words of insult and degradation, which had pushed me beyond my
limits. I wanted to see the anger and fear in her eyes as the light faded from
them ... but I saw neither of those emotions. What I did see, incredibly, was
AROUSAL. She was freakin' enjoying it! Her eyelids were flushed and her lips
parted slightly, just enough to allow her tongue to lick them. It was her
pre-orgasmic face""I had seen it often enough in the past, though not much
lately. My rage flared even hotter and I tried harder to choke her out, and
when her eyes glazed over I knew I was succeeding, her body going into spasm.
But her hands came up instinctively and grabbed my wrists. She pulled my hands
off her neck so easily it was like I wasn't even trying with all my might to
keep them there, and she held my wrists suspended while a bellowing
"OOOOOOOH!" exploded from her, her body quaking with multiple contractions as
her eyes rolled back in her head. Suddenly she went completely limp, not
breathing.

After what seemed like an eternity, there was a sudden massive whoosh as she
sucked air into her lungs. Her eyes sprang open, cleared and then focused on
me. "WOOO HOOO!" she grinned, "So that's what a 'twilight orgasm' feels like!
WOW! No wonder Lance talks about 'em so much. He keeps wanting me to choke him
out during sex, which I've done, but just can't seem to get the timing right,
and I nearly killed him once. You did good on the first try! Well done, Baby!"

She was still holding my wrists, and my hard cock was still trapped inside her
iron vagina, so I was effectively immobilized there on top of her. She wrapped
her legs around my waist and turned me so that we rolled sideways on the bed
until she was on top of me, then she crossed my wrists and pinned them down
above my head with just one of her hands. I couldn't believe how strong she
had become. I struggled hard to free myself, to no avail. She just laughed and
said "Don't bother, baby. You'll just make yourself tired. Besides, this is
where the fun begins!"

She kept my wrists pinned with one hand while she used the other to tweak my
nipples until they became as hard as pencil erasers, then reached behind her
and insolently grabbed my balls. I gasped and flinched, but there was nothing
I could do. "Ah, Agh, AGH AAAAGH!" I squawked, but she relentlessly continued
to squeeze me, laughing all the time.

"Well well, who's raping whom now?" she cooed. "It's gonna happen, Frankie, so
you should just relax and enjoy it." She let go of my balls and slowly raised
up along the length of my shaft until the head caught just inside her
clenching labia, then sat back down and enveloped me once more. She repeated
the process again slowly to make me completely hard again, then repeated the
process over and over, with increasing intensity and rapidity, until finally
she was pounding my hips into the bed so fast and so hard it hurt. I was
determined to thwart her plans somehow, and the only thing I could think to do
was refuse to cum, difficult as that might be. I was mesmerized by her new
body, her softball biceps and six-pack abs flexing with every stroke while her
big new boobs that I had barely seen since I paid for them bounced up and
down, their nipples flushed and hard, her long platinum hair cascading down
around them. I wasn't sure I could take much more of her love tunnel moving
along my shaft while gripping me so... damn ... tightly!

Suddenly she growled and stop riding me up and down. She sat down on me and
began flexing her hips forward and back, banging my prick back and forth
inside her, grunting like a man fucking a woman. This worked better for her
since it banged my shaft against her clit and the G-spot inside. It helped me,
too, stamina wise, since her movement localized the stimulation around the
base of my pole while the beating my cockhead was taking inside her bordered
on being unpleasant. Her thrusting became ever more rapid and violent. I
couldn't help but marvel at how developed and powerful her abs and hips were,
and that sight alone almost made me cum. It was only with maximum effort and
concentration that I staved off the explosive climax that was sure to come
eventually.

Soon her thrusting became so rapid she seemed to be vibrating, and she kept it
up for so long it would have completely exhausted any normal woman. It was
scary but incredibly erotic, until eventually my member began to ache from the
beating it was taking. It was beginning to feel as if she would rip my abused
organ right off my body at any second. But then, suddenly, a deafening
"AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" exploded from within her. She shook violently, her head
thrown back and eyes closed as she quaked, a broad smile soon spreading across
her face. She continued quaking that way continuously until finally her
contractions peaked. "AAAAAH YEAH!" she bellowed as her trembles finally
subsided, warm female ejaculate cascading out of her and drenching my lower
torso and genitals. She sat there silently for a few moments in a dreamy
reverie, savoring the afterglow, until finally she came back to herself and
lifted off my throbbing member, the head making an almost audible pop as she
pulled free, although she still kept my hands trapped above my head. She slid
forward up my body, smearing her juices along it until both her knees could
trap my arms, leaving her hands free.

Despite the abuse it had suffered, my Mini-Me was still standing there""hard,
tall, and unrequited. What the HELL had I been thinking? By not cumming I had
hoped to deprive her of what, satisfaction? It was clear she cared little
about that, since she had just used me as a human dildo for her own enjoyment
with little or no thought about what she was making me feel, much less whether
she made me cum. She looked back behind her at the result of my folly and
chuckled. She reached back and fondled it appraisingly, like a child picking
up a toy she hasn't played with lately, and turned her face back toward mine
below her. "Too bad you didn't get to cum" she said with a slight smile. "I
told you, you should just relax and enjoy it." She let go of my slicked-up
pole and wiped her hand off on my face. "Too late now, baby."

"If you had cum you would've put another baby in me, wouldn't you, Fertile
Frankie?" She called me that because in all our years together we had
unprotected sex only two times, and both times had produced a son. "Too bad,
you could've given me something to remember you by. Oh, well ... ."

She looked down into my face as if to say goodbye. "Pretty damn good for a
last time, for me anyway. There's just one last job for you to do ... . You
didn't cum but you still have to clean up the mess. Get to it." I resisted
this, which is to say I turned by head from side to side exactly twice before
she grabbed the hair on either side of my head and yanked my face deep into
her nether mouth, the muscular labia of which seemed to grab onto me, covering
my nose and mouth like the pod in Alien. "CLEAN IT UP!" she commanded.

I tried to shake my head, unsuccessfully, although apparently she recognized
the effort. "YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT! DO IT NOW!" I tried to push my feet to
raise my hips up enough to throw her off, but failed miserably. In desperation
I tried to bring my knees up hard enough to strike her back, but when I did
she grabbed both of them as they came up and pulled them forward under her
armpits, rolling me up almost into a ball around her. My hard-on was touching
her back, which would have been pleasant had I not been dying of asphyxiation.
"DAMMIT, FRANK! LICK IT OR GO UNCONSCIOUS! YOUR CHOICE." I so wanted to choose
unconsciousness for my pride's sake, but my instinct for survival wouldn't let
me. I began to tongue her in the way I knew she liked, and she responded by
lifting her ravenous twat off my face enough for me to suck in much needed
air. "Goooood boy!" she beamed down at me over her round firm new breasts.
"Now keep it up."

And I did, hitting all her most sensitive spots the best way I knew how. I
played that instrument like the virtuoso I once had been, eliciting the music
from Gina that I had enjoyed with so much satisfaction in previous years. It
grew and grew in volume until it seemed to be nearing a crescendo. She, too,
sensed the final chorus was about to begin, but this time she aggressively
took control of the performance and the performer, grinding on my face and
nose while keeping me rolled up and immobilized. In my compressed position I
found it hard to breathe, and despite its motions, that Schwarzenegger of
vaginas was sealing over my face for almost 20 seconds at a time. I was
getting extremely light headed, and when her final cacophony of climax
arrived, the flood of her juices effectively drowned me. I grayed, then
blacked out.

When I awoke she was gone. She had loaded her clothes and just a few essential
items into my Mustang and left me with the family minivan. Her note said that
she didn't need much, that Lance would be providing for her from now on, which
he would do quite well. I could keep the house, she said, because she didn't
need it or me any more. Even though the boys went to live in the lap of luxury
with her and Lance, she went to court and extracted what child support they
would force me to pay because it was the right thing to do, she said, since it
was my fault I impregnated her. That was 3 years ago, and now with both boys
grown and support ended, I really had no reason to be talking to her, nor did
I want to, after what she had done to me.

So now why was I meeting with her in this hotel bar, you ask? Curiosity
mostly, I think, along with the fact that when I had been so in love with her
I always obeyed her wishes, which had probably been a big part of the downfall
of our marriage, yet it was a hard habit to break. I had not understood that
although she was a control freak, she relished battling her man, attacking him
on any of several fields of contest and overcoming his resistance. In my
naive love-addled brain I capitulated each time, and eventually quit opposing
her at all: We fought over finances, so I let her control the bank account; we
fought about the way I drove, so I let her drive whenever we went anywhere
together. And so it went, until I had given away almost any power I had in our
daily lives. Instead of being happy and satisfied when she finally achieved
total control of our relationship, she became bored and restless, and
eventually looked for other, more powerful men to conquer. Had I put up more
of a fight more often, I thought, she might not have left. She enjoyed winning
the battle more than the actual fruits of having won.

So here I was, wondering what in hell she wanted to talk about after no
contact for two years. It was the week between Christmas and the New Year,
which meant that the Galt House Hotel, which catered primarily to business
visitors, was nearly empty. She sat at a little corner table in the back
around the end of the bar, so it was rather secluded. A young couple who
looked like they might be on their honeymoon were across the room and were the
only other people in there besides the bartender, a forty-ish woman who was
kind of plump now but who you could tell had been a looker in her younger
years. She reminded me of Gina when she had been more zaftig than the sculpted
goddess she was now. The bartender probably still brought in good tips from
the many elder scions of business who frequented this hotel, and the whiskey
bar in particular.

Gina was dressed in a long dark red sweater over black leggings and low-heeled
shoes, appropriate for the weather but not very flattering, although I could
see that her legs were even a little bigger and more well-defined than they
had been before. She stood up as I approached and gave me a bone-crushing hug,
which went on a little longer than it should: I couldn't help but think she
was establishing dominance in what might be a tense meeting involving
negotiation of some sort. "Hey, baby! How've you been?" she said, too
cheerily. "I took the liberty of buying us a couple of shots of Pappy Van
Winkle to start out ... your favorite, if I remember right?"

"You know I love it" I said warily, as I slid into the seat across from her.
She did not sit back down, however, but said she had to visit the restroom.
"I'll be right back. Don't start without me!" she chimed as she walked away. I
was immediately suspicious: She was being too nice, too happy to see me, too
generous and accommodating already. I did not trust this woman any farther
than I could throw her, and with that even more developed body I could not
throw her very far at all. Some kind of game was afoot, I was sure, but I
couldn't yet tell what it was.

I looked at our two drinks there on the table. Her glass had a slight lip
gloss smudge on it, even though the liquid levels were the same in both of
them, so although it looked like she had sampled hers on the way to the table
she hadn't actually drunk any of it yet. I knew I was being paranoid, but I
couldn't help thinking she was up to something with that""she'd never bought
me a drink, ever, as far as I could remember. Maybe the lip gloss was a
marker, to make sure she had the right drink. I picked up her glass and wiped
the smudge off with my finger, then switched our drinks. I spread the gloss on
the glass of what had been my drink and touched my lip to it, making it look
almost exactly like her drink. If she'd poisoned or drugged my drink, she
would be on the receiving end of it now, I hoped. I know, it was a paranoid
thing to do, but you don't know this woman like I did.

Gina came out of the restroom and returned to her seat, but before she sat
down she said "Is it hot in here? Geeze, I'm burnin' up!" She pulled the
sweater off over her head, mussing her long platinum hair slightly, and laid
it over a nearby chair back. She had on a tight red tank top above the
leggings, and it exposed a sight I will never forget. It most certainly was
NOT hot in there, as was evidenced by the sudden prominence of her nipples the
size of large grapes poking through the fabric, unhindered by any sort of bra,
sports or otherwise. Her arms were only a little bigger than before, but were
now made of chiselled stone, and the top was tight enough it revealed that her
six-pack abs now had the brick wall-like appearance of an eight pack. Her
waist was still thin but her hips had expanded to support her fairly massive,
sculpted thighs and calves. Without really bulking up, she had nevertheless
achieved the appearance of a bodybuilder. She looked like she could take one
of the bar chairs and break it into pieces with her bare hands, both of which
were still quite graceful, by the way. She raised her (my) glass to toast me,
and I returned the gesture with my (her) glass. "To us, for today at least!"
she laughed.

"What do you mean 'us'?" I said suspiciously.

"Just that we're here together, sharing a conversation and a drink" she
smiled, "and so far it's going swimmingly!"

"Hmm, I suppose so" I said sceptically. "What is it we're talking about,
exactly?"

"Okay okay, you never did beat around the bush when you finally decided to say
something" she said kind of quietly. "I'll just come right out with it."

"As you always did."

"Yeah? Well, here it is: Lance is back visiting family in Pennsylvania this
week, and I know your new girlfriend Susan ... "

"Fiance" I corrected her.

"Yeah, well, be that as it may, she is doing the same with her folks in
Tennessee, so I thought that while you and I are marooned here and are
temporarily single for the week, we might get together and remember the old
times. I've kind of missed the conversations we used to have, the arguments we
used to have where I would tie you up with your own tongue and rape you." She
grinned her Cheshire Cat grin. "Remember?"

"I remember, and I don't wanna go back there" I said, kind of annoyed. She won
almost every one of our many fights, even when I was passionate about what the
issue was and knew I was right. "I have no desire to be humiliated and
browbeaten ever again."

"Oh, but Frankie, you have to remember what usually happened AFTER the fights,
right?" I blushed a deep red but didn't answer"" we both knew what she meant.
Make-up sex. Mind-blowing, passionate, and sometimes violently intense fucking
that once involved us breaking a bed and screaming so loud we had to explain
to the cops why the neighbors had thought someone was being murdered. "Yep,
you remember, I can tell." The Grin again. "You know, it could be like that
again, if only for tonight. Whaddya say, huh?" There was Gina, blunt and to
the point as always.

I should have rejected her proposal even before she finished speaking, but to
be honest, there was a moment's hesitation on my part, but remembering the bad
times more than the good sex helped me decide. "No, Gina. No. I'm in love with
Susan now, and we're going to be married in a couple of months. I wouldn't
hurt her like that."

"Hurt her? Heck, nobody needs to hurt her! I wouldn't tell anyone, and you
needn't to either." A grin, yet again. "It'll be our little secret." She gave
me a piercing stare with those big blue eyes while I blushed a crimson red.
She broke into that Cheshire Cat grin again. "Come on, baby! I know you're
thinking about it."

"No!" I whispered across the table. "I can't and I won't." I was becoming
really annoyed at her insistence, like she knew she could wear me down and
change my mind. We weren't married any more, and I didn't have to let her
dominate me like the old days, or even listen to her for that matter. I was
getting so distressed about it that I started to feel dizzy. "I resent you
thinking you could just walk up to me and expect me have sex with you, like I
had no say in the matter. I've answered your question, so if you don't have
anything else to discuss, I'm leaving." I stood up, but suddenly the room was
kind of spinning and my arms and legs felt so heavy I had to sit back down
again.

"Sorry Frankie, I thought that might be your answer, but this is too important
to me to take no for an answer, so I put Chloral Hydrate in your drink. You're
going to be dreamy for a while before you drop off to sleep for an hour or so,
so you might as well enjoy it."

"Somehow I knew you might try that" I said, a little proudly, like I'd really
figured something out. "I could tell from the way you marked your glass with
the lipstick smudge. But how'd you get me?! I switched our drinks while you
were in the restroom."

"Ha! That was uncharacteristically smart of you, Frankie ... . But haven't you
seen that movie Princess Bride? I've taken enough of it myself over time to
build up a tolerance. Doesn't take long with CH. BOTH our drinks had it in
them." Dammit! She had outsmarted me again. But the drug was taking effect,
making me not care about anything at all. I laughed at the absurdity of
thinking I could put one over on her.

"Inconceivable!" I said, grinning dreamily at my own quote from the movie.
"How'd you even get that stuff?"

"Helloooo," she laughed. "Registered Nurse, remember? We use a special
formulation of it to calm patients who are freaked out by the claustrophobia
of an MRI exam. It works better than even Valium, I think."

"It's certainly kicking MY ass," I said wearily. I could hardly move.

"Ha!" she chuckled. "You funny bastard, we better get you upstairs so you can
rest." Before I could question that statement, she pulled me up out of the
chair and tossed me over her shoulder like a sack of flour with almost no
effort and carried me toward the door of the bar.

"Whatcha got there?" said the voice of Laurie the bartender cheerily. Gina was
facing her, which meant my butt was facing Laurie and I couldn't see her.
"Can't handle his liquor, can he?"

"Something like that" Gina said. "I sort of helped him along a bit. This is
the guy I was telling you about before he came into the bar."

"Oh! I see ... Whatcha gonna do with him?"

"I'm taking him up to my room to have my way with him. Then I'm going to do
the same thing with you."

There was a loud surprised sigh from Laurie. After a brief moment she said in
a breathy whisper "I get off work at 8:00."

"Then I'll get you off by 8:30 ... the first time, anyway." I swear I could
feel Gina wink. "Come to room 641."

She turned and carried me out. I was now facing Laurie, who said "Whew!" and
began fanning herself.

Gina went to the elevator, punched a button and waited for it to arrive, all
the time carrying me over her shoulder like a little rag doll. It was
beginning to dawn on me how much stronger she had become than just two years
ago when she had manhandled and raped me at the end of our marriage. I was
beginning to be afraid that "having her way with me" was going to happen
whether I wanted it to or not, and this time it could involve some serious
injury.

Even in my stupor, I felt embarrassed that passersby would see me appearing to
be a sloppy drunk, but we were the only people on the elevator. When the doors
opened to the 6th floor Gina whistled a tune as she carried me to the room.
There was no other sound and we passed no one in the hallway. We seemed to be
completely alone in this huge hotel.

I was getting seriously drowsy when she opened the door to the room, carried
me over to the bed and gently laid me down on my back. She went over to the
credenza and returned with a tan almond-shaped pill in her hand. "Time for
your medication" she said firmly, sounding just like a nurse in the hospital.
I had no idea what that pill was and didn't want to find out. I shook my head
weakly and kept my mouth closed. She pinched my nose shut until I had to open
my mouth to breathe and simply dropped it in. She held my jaw up and my mouth
closed with one hand while she did some sort of massaging movement to my
throat with the other hand which made my epiglottis flutter. I gagged and
involuntarily sucked the pill into my throat: I was forced to swallow it to
avoid choking on it. "Gooood boy!" she beamed. "Now, you just rest. You have a
long night ahead of you." I wondered what she meant by that, but not for long
as I drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

I woke up a couple of hours later, I think, since the digital clock on the
nightstand said it was 7:15. I was fully awake and did not seem to be
suffering any after effects from the Mickey Finn she'd given me. The bed had
been turned down and I was lying on the sheet, which felt nice and silky on my
naked body. Yep, my clothes were gone and they were nowhere to be seen.

Gina was standing at the credenza opposite the bed with her back to me,
messing with something on the counter. She, too, was naked. I had grown to
hate this woman, but my objective inner self had to admit that the sight of
her was quite impressive: Lush platinum hair cascading onto huge round
shoulders and a broad, well-defined back that tapered down to a somewhat
narrow waist. The only remnant of the voluptuous woman I had once known was
her slightly wide hips, but those gave her a more feminine appearance than
most sculpted muscular women even though her large buns were two orbs of steel
that looked capable of crushing anything placed between them. Her thighs were
big to match her hips but not overly so like some bodybuilders'. They
nevertheless seemed to be made of chiselled marble. They tapered down to
diamond-shaped and diamond-hard calves that led to surprisingly
graceful-looking feet.

I had a fleeting thought about how powerfully sexy she looked, and my manhood
instantaneously launched itself, springing up vertically at a right angle to
my body. Dammit! I had only for a few seconds stopped hating this woman for
what she had done to me, and my body had reacted on its own as if it wanted to
be punished and humiliated all over again. What the fuck was wrong with me?! I
couldn't let that happen again. I had to at least try to prevent whatever
torture she had planned for me, just so I could tell myself I was my own
person and not just a mere puppet for her to play with how ever she wanted.

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