Goodbye Jane By Montrose Jane finds better sex, and leaves him ]====== Send comments to montrose@cyberbabies.com ====== It was a quiet evening at home, that Sunday. Jane had earned me ten grand by defeating the entire 5 man executive team of the Myatsu Corporation at once. Every broken and humiliated one of them had bowed respectfully to me before they hobbled and limped back to the locker room and the waiting medical attention. Now I relaxed by playing my cowboy game. In the cowboy game I wear boots, spurs, and a cowboy hat. Jane wears a bridle. I ride her up and down the house and she bucks just enough to throw me now and then. I've been getting better at hanging on. Of course the real joy is when all that humping and leaping with my cock slipped tightly in the crack of her ass causes me to explode a load up her back. But we had just gotten started when the bell rang. I slipped on a robe and opened the front door. Two very tall and slender women stood there dressed like cartoon spies - Wide black hats, high collared, long black trench coats, storm trooper boots only wide 5" heels. I was thinking that one of them should switch to white when one of them grabbed me up and pinned me to her ample bosom. They other raised a pistol with a silencer and fired six rounds into Jane. I tried to scream but my captor muzzled me with a soft leather glove. I fought to no avail. She held me kicking and wailing well off the ground as they stepped in and closed the door. Jane just stood there with a puzzled look - all naked save the bridle and six feathery darts hanging from her belly. The she tumbled over with a crash that upset tables and lamps in adjacent rooms. My captor dumped me on the floor next to her. The intruders tossed off their hats and coats and revealed themselves to be the Anti-Barbis, the twins that had come so close to defeating Jane in the ring! They were here for revenge, I thought! And they already had Jane unconscious with those sedative laced darts. Thank goodness they weren't bullets... Each woman stood two inches taller than Jane, but built more for fucking than fighting. Together they out-weighed her by 100 to 130 pounds. They wore matching outfits: black leather tops that strained to contain their melonous breasts, black lace panties that bulged around their love-meat, and the high heeled storm trooper boots. My rod (an impressive log) lifted the front of my robe as I looked them over. "It looks like we have interrupted something, dear sister." said one as she bent down and snatched my robe from me, leaving me exposed in my boots and spurs. The other lifted Jane's bridle. "What a stupid brute she is." She said of Jane. "She should be dominating this boy, but instead she is his toy." "No time for that, sister." said the first. She will only be out for a few hours. "Right." The second twin slipped out the door and returned with a black bag that clanked as she set it down. The two of them silently pulled rattling metal pipes and chains and locks from the back and fastened them to Jane. They flipped her and flopped her and trussed her up, crucifying her on a gleaming I shaped contraption with cuffs and chains binding her completely. As they worked I crab crawled toward the door. One Twin broke away and leaped upon me. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked in a sweet, soft voice. I could not answer. I began to drip sweat. She laughed as she straddled me and stroked my face. I finally found my courage and reacted. I slipped my boots up around her neck from behind, dug my spurs into her throat and clamped down. She gagged and flopped backwards off of me onto the floor. Her head smacked into the hard wood. "Sister!" she gasped. Her twin looked up from her work. You'll have to handle him on your own, my dear. You know we are under a time constraint." Now it was my turn to laugh. The tall woman squirmed in my grasp, but when she twisted too far my spurs dug into her neck. Her panty clad ass quivered near my face on the floor, so I started spanking it with all my might. She yelped and pitched, then yelped again as the pointy spurs pricked her skin. Then, quite by accident I think, one of her boot heels found my forehead. The impact rocked me backwards and made reality fade away for a brief moment. But that was all she needed. When I awoke she was on her knees, straddling me, her long powerful fingers clenched around my neck. My hard cock danced back and forth against her pleasingly round bottom. "You are so lucky to be hung." she whispered. "Or I would kill you right now." "He is also very skilled." reminded her sister. "Don't forget what fun we had on him in the ring. And don't start without me." "Then hurry up." said the one on top of me as she aimed my rod along her meaty muff. She arched her back and moaned as her eyes rolled back into her head. The other twin pulled me up from between her sister's legs and glared down at me. With their boots on they towered a foot over me. "Do you know what we are doing here?" she asked. "You wanna fuck me again?" I stammered. They threw their heads back and laughed. I blushed. "Well," said the one holding me, "That's part of it. The real reason we're here is to take Jane from you." "What?" She slapped my hard across my face after I asked, sending me reeling into the arms of the other twin. "And we know how to do it." said the one holding me. Then she kicked me in the chest and I flew back into the first twin. "A certain cleaning lady told us all we need to do is giver her better sex than you can, and that is exactly what we plan to do." I dropped to my knees. A twin grabbed each arm and slipped it between their legs with their butts toward me. Then in unison, the rammed their asses against my temples and tugged my arms hard, up and out, sliding my biceps along their clits. They did this over and over, knocking me senseless and masturbating on my arms as they tore them from their sockets. By the time they came in unison I was barely conscious. They flopped me down onto my back. My cock still stood high and hard. As they had in the ring, one mounted my face and the other my rod. They smelled so good and were so shapely that even in my weakened state I was driven to hump them. They forced me to climax over and over as they changed places. Each took several turns getting reamed in every hole she had by my massive log and each took several turns dripping down into the throat and riding my semi-stiff tongue. At the end of five hours I was still stiff and had to wonder out loud what was going on? "How is this happening?" I should have been spent hours ago. And I was tired enough to desire the rest. "Our twats are laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. You can't help but stay stiff when one of us is sitting on your face." one twin whispered. My cock skin burned and every muscle in my body begged for mercy. And so did I. I pleaded and bribed, but they kept at me. Suddenly Jane shifted and her chains rattled. The twins leaped from me. "It seems she has come to your rescue again, boy." a twin whispered. Still dripping my juice, the twins crept over to their bag and pulled out two cruel and enormous strap-on dildos. They fitted them on and circled Jane as she stirred to full wakefulness. Jane screamed as the twins fell onto her, ramming her ass and muff full with their cocks. She bucked and flopped in her chains but was held fast. The pipes held her arms out straight and her legs wide apart. The twins had access to all of her and she was only able to hump back, which eventually she did gladly and with gusto! As Jane mounted her first orgasm with the twins I faded to darkness. I woke several times to see the three of them still at it, in every possible combination. Somewhere along the line Jane broke free of a few bonds. Later she was completely free. Even later she had the twins tied down and raped them repeatedly. They begged her to stop. They were bruised, cut, and puffy. But Jane kept humping. Sometimes she used the cocks on them. Once she stuffed one end of a cock into a twins mouth and butt humped the other end. Eventually the twins hung limp. Jane lifted them, shook them gently, and placed them back on the floor. She would get no more from them. Then she approached me. "Can you do better?" she asked. "Have I ever?" I asked, only semi-conscious yet. "No." "Then I cannot." I sighed. Jane sighed too, then collected up the twins toys and placed them in the black bag. She carefully dressed the twins in their black coats and hats. Then she picked up the whole mess and left. The house was quiet, disheveled, and never the same after that.