The Engagement Party-Epilogue Part 2
By Wanderer
What happened after the engagement party


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws
in your country forbid you to do so. Any similarity to actual persons,
living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.


Earlier parts of this story may be found on the Wanderer bookshelf. They
are "Who's In the Closet Now?" Parts 1, 2, and 3, "We're Back In the Closet
Again," Parts 1 and 2, "The Engagement Party," Parts 1 to 5, and "The
Engagement Party-Epilogue," Part 1.


Copyright 2002 by Wanderer



As Janice continued to raise me with her right hand grip on my neck, now
off my feet and pinned to the wall, I managed to croak before passing out
"I---I---see you missed some of your anger management classes, Janice."


Now that made her laugh and relax the tightness of her grip on my neck a
little bit. "Oh, silly goose," she giggled, "when you're as rich as I am
people give you a lot of leeway. I just give vent to my feelings and people
don't seem to mind. Of course, the fact that I'm cute doesn't hurt," she
giggled again. "Besides, when people annoy me I do to them what I'm doing
to you here. That seems to take care of any complaints."


"Janice---Jan---please put me down, how---how---did you get even stronger
than you were four years ago" I managed to gasp.


"God, sometimes you're so dumb I think you're not worthy of having me," she
said. "If it weren't for your pecker I think I'd be looking someplace else,
maybe someone more to my social standing," she mused. "You think just
because you've been working out for four years I've been sitting on my ass?
You know I've been involved in physical work since I was a kid, working
with horses. Believe it or not, I like it. I like being stronger than all
you macho males and not even looking it. I just love that look of
consternation when they take me back to my university apartment after a
date, all set to honor me with their tool, maybe even force me, and I
casually slip out of my suit jacket and they get their first look at my
arms. 'I have to go,' they say. 'Oh, can't you stay a little while longer?'
I pout, as I raise my hand to adjust a little strand of hair off my
forehead or out of my eye. 'No, no,' they say, as I press down a little
harder on the top of my head, making my bicep jump. I've never seen such
scared pussies in all my life! Of course, sometimes I have to keep them for
a while, I do get horny, but most of them are so petrified with fear that
their peckers are useless. That's why I liked you. Even though you were
afraid of me you always came to attention," she giggled. She was right. I
felt myself coming to attention even now. But there was something I had to
know first.


"How---how---did you ever get stronger than you used to be?"  I gasped as
she held me pressed against the wall with her one right hand.


"You silly," she said, "who's the strongest person you know?"


"My sister," I managed to say.


"That's right. When I'd come home for summer or Christmas or Easter or
Thanksgiving I'd go up and see my brother and your sister, and your sister
insisted on training me. She would say 'You and my brother would make a
nice couple, and he's working out hard to make sure you don't control him,
but we women deserve to be in charge, and I don't want to be the only one
in our family with that power. Besides, I think the twerp deserves a good
strong woman so he quits fucking around with every bimbo in the office,'
she would say to me. 'I was going to be the one to shape him up, but if
you've decided he's the one you want then I think you should be the one to
discipline him, you'll be able to watch him more closely than I could.' So
she worked on me. Everything she taught me I would practice at the school
gym until I saw Maddy the next time. She was so pleased with the progress I
made. Here, I'll show you."


Janice let me down and I immediately made a beeline for the door. My feet
were churning up the carpet underneath my feet but I wasn't going anywhere.
I realized why-Janice was holding me back by my belt. Hurriedly, I tried to
undo it, but it was one of those fancy ones with loops and catches and all
that good stuff that designers give you for an extra couple hundred
dollars, and my fingers were trembling so that I couldn't get it undone.


"Whoa, big guy," Janice giggled. "You know I can control my horses, and
they're a lot bigger than you are, you're easy!" She flung me into a nearby
chair, and before I could move she straddled my lap, pinning me solidly to
the chair by holding on to the back of it. I know I was shaking with fear;
it had taken her five minutes to reduce a confident senior vice-president
of her company to an almost blubbering mess. Nothing seemed to have changed
from four years ago. I needed to get Janice out of my life!


The anger welled up inside me. "Just a cotton pickin' minute," I managed to
croak out. Despite my irrational fear of Jan, I knew that was just a
holdover from four years ago when she had bullied me physically with her
awesome strength, but she had also taken advantage of the fact that I
wanted to get with her father's company and so maybe I had let myself
become a patsy for her whims. I wasn't about to let it happen to me this
time. I was a senior vice-president, I had put in four years here already,
and no owner's daughter was going to use me again like she had the last
time. Besides, I had also been working out with a very qualified trainer
the last four years, I had bulked up from fourteen inch arms to an amazing
sixteen inch biceps, and I was more than ready now to be in control of my
own destiny.


Janice responded. "You remember, honey, how I told you all the boys used to
think I was going to be their whore for the night until I took off my
jacket?"


"Yeah," I said, "well, you don't scare me anymore. You remember how I told
you I've been working with an expert trainer the last four years?"


"Oh, you're so right, my precious, but here, let me take off my jacket just
like I used to do with my dates at the university." She threw her jacket
back off her shoulders, kind of like girls do, sticking her prodigious
chest into my face as she straddled my lap-I swear, the last four years had
been good to her, she must have developed some pretty good pectoral
muscles. She slowly turned her body a little to the right and a little to
the left as she removed her jacket, brushing my face enticingly with her
bulbous mammaries. Despite my resolution to stay out of the clutches of
this insatiable nymphomaniac I could feel my penis starting to come to life
again, even though I was still irrationally scared.


"Don't you think they're bigger than they were, Frank? I owe it all to your
sister's training methods. My pecs are humongously hard now, oh, and so
much larger than they used to be, my boobs just sit higher and farther out
than they used to, and they're natural, you lucky guy. You're going to have
fun with these, Frank," she advised me. "And then I'm going to have fun
with you," she giggled.


Janice continued to remove her jacket as she spoke. First she shucked off
the right sleeve, then the left, and then she threw her jacket on the floor
behind her. She was wearing a designer long sleeve blouse, probably cost a
few hundred dollars, if not a thousand. She unbuttoned the cuff on each
side, and started to roll up the sleeve on her left hand with her right. I
couldn't help but be impressed with her rather sturdy forearms, but so
what, I've go sturdy forearms too. As she was rolling up her sleeves she
kept talking to me.


"You know, hon, all those years from the time I was a child, throwing
around those heavy bales of hay for the horses, did wonders for my physical
development. You remember how strong I was, nineteen inch arms at the time.
Well, you say you've been working with a master trainer for the last four
years, I guess maybe to insure that I don't take advantage of you again
like I did the last time. I guess you figured that putting an extra two
inches on your arms would pretty much overcome my bicep size advantage
because, after all, you're a man and I'm only just a woman. But look, I've
been working with your sister, and I've gotten a little bigger, too. Here,
take a look."


Jan slowly began to flex her right arm in front of my eyeballs. If you
think I was scared before I don't think I've ever been so scared in my
life. I think if I were someone standing in front of a death row inmate on
his way to the electric chair who had just pulled a gun I couldn't be any
more scared. I started shaking so hard I thought the chair we were sitting
on was going to fall apart.


If you think looking at big biceps on a woman from six feet away is
intimidating you should try looking at at least nineteen inch biceps,
surely bigger now, from two inches in front of your nose. They absolutely
block out your vision of anything else. And from that close you can see the
big veins, some bigger than others, and of course the one main vein running
up the length of the arm, and from that close you can see it throbbing as
the blood runs through it. And then she straightened the arm out, and the
bicep goes down, but the arm is still sizably round, and then she starts
bringing the arm back up and the muscle starts to take shape two inches
from your eyeball and it gets this high peak, which only keeps getting
higher and higher. "You put two inches on your biceps, Frank? Oh, I'm so
proud of my baby." I hated her patronizing attitude. Wait until I beat her
up, woman or no woman. Besides, she had beaten me up before, and I knew she
would welcome another physical confrontation to prove to me that the last
time wasn't a fluke, that bitch. "So you're now a big sixteen inches?" She
put sarcastic emphasis on the word "big." "Well, Frank, guess what? I put
THREE inches on these babies, thanks to your sister's training. I'm a very
full twenty-two inches. You like?"  Well-right then I peed in my pants from
fright, remembering what this she-devil had done four years ago to me and
my body, and then she hadn't ever lifted a weight, just those damnable
bales of hay that she had thrown around that had made her so strong.


"Your sister found me an apt pupil," Janice said, "and I loved lifting
weights, especially since every session I seemed to be able to increase the
poundage. Sometimes when I hit a plateau I'd imagine it was you I was
pressing over my head and that never failed to get me out of my rut. Frank,
I think you're good for me, and you're still the best piece of ass I've
ever had, even after taking practically every damn male at my university to
bed. Some of them were so scared of me they couldn't even get it up, and a
lot of them could only go half way, but you never failed me, Frank, even
that first night four years ago when I was still a virgin, and you thrilled
me six or seven times that night," she giggled. "Oh, I know I exhausted
you, I mean after all you wound up in the hospital, but I'm going to take
it easier on you now, I want you to live a long life, three or four times a
night will probably be enough," she winked at me.


"So I'm going to announce our engagement tomorrow," she said. "Daddy will
call all the newspapers, at least our publicity department will, and I'll
call my close friends and my bridesmaids, and I've already told your sister
Maddy and my brother Jim what I've decided, and I have their blessings.
This way the company will stay in the family---oh, we're all going to have
such fun times together!" she gushed.


Now nobody consulted me about committing me for life to this she-devil,
and, because of my powerful position with the company, I just loved being
able to raid the secretary pool frequently for some sexual pleasure. They
all seemed willing, given my exalted title, and I wasn't about to give all
that up. "But---but---" and I was brought up short by a hard slap across my
face.


"What did I tell you about starting a sentence to me with 'but,' Janice
said. "Can't you remember anything? Damn, you're so frustrating! If I
weren't going to marry you I think I'd have to demote you! Oh, never mind.
It might take me a while to train you, but after all, we haven't been
together for four years, so why should I expect anything different? Well,
like I said, the announcement will be made tomorrow, in time for the Sunday
editions of the society columns, and I will try to restrain my temper so as
not to mar your countenance noticeably before the nuptials. Oh dear, that
will be two months from now, maybe I'll have to attend some more anger
management classes in the meantime, at least until you say your 'I do's.'
And then, of course, if you're still disobedient I will have to retrain you
physically, but I'm sure you'll learn quickly. After all, you don't want to
appear in this office too often with black eyes or swollen lips. I mean,
how many times can you say you ran into a door?" she giggled.


'And now, Frank, you've been avoiding me for four years-don't think I
didn't know it-you owe me, big time!"


Saying that, Janice got off my lap and I felt free at last, but she bent
over and easily lifted me in her brawny arms from my seat on the chair.
Then she carried me from behind the desk to the front of the desk and
switched her two handed grip to holding me with her left hand under my
butt, holding me cradle style with only one arm, and with her free right
arm she swept everything, lamps, papers, telephone and all, off my desk
top. She then threw me on top of the desk-I was petrified with fear-and she
tore off my shirt, easily snapped my belt buckle-there went my $250
designer belt-and removed my pants and then my shorts. I was laying on my
desk buck naked except for a pair of shoes. She mounted me and then she
proceeded to make up for the past four years of lost time by raping me over
and over. Some of the staff outside told me later that the moans and groans
emanating from my office were alarming (they were mostly her moans and
mostly my groans). If I hadn't been a senior vice-president and she the
boss's daughter they would have surely broken the door down. Janice sure
made up for the four years of lost time that afternoon.


Well, it all came to pass like she said. My choice was to run away, but how
could I admit I was afraid of a girl? And how often do you give up a mid
six figure salary? And being a senior vice-president? And where could I
hide if Janice wanted to find me, given the financial resources of her
Fortune 500 company?  Anyway, the sex was good with Janice, and once it was
known that I was to be married to the heiress of the company nobody from
the secretary pool would bother with me, none of them wanted to jeopardize
their job. And I want to be faithful now because we have three kids. As a
matter-of-fact, three beautiful girls. My wife Jan began taking the first
born for horseback rides, and she was instantly attracted to the sport. The
two younger ones wanted to emulate their big sister, so now I have three
additional horsewomen in the family, besides my wife. But frankly, I'm a
little alarmed. You should see my daughters toss around those big bales of
hay--------.