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Triangle



   By Ed Rider



   "I just got my check, Mel," said Angela.  "That's $40,000 so far this
year."

   "Thanks for the call, Angela," said Mel.  "Those are the first words
you've said to me in two years.  It's good to know you haven't changed."

   "What do you think when you see that check come out of your bank account
every month, Mel?" she said.  "Do you think of me?  And it's going up in a
month with the cost of living adjustment.  Does it bring back happy
memories?"

   "To be honest, Angela," he said, "it's an automatic payment, and Wendy
does the household accounts.  So I don't see it, and I don't care.  I'm
just glad I can help keep you off the street."

   They both laughed, because they knew that her salary was as high as his,
and that was pretty high.  She didn't need the alimony, but she was like a
wild woman through the divorce.  Wendy also made a good salary, and Mel
decided to fight with her instead of Angela.

   Wendy thought he was stupid for giving in to Angela's outrageous claims
rather than standing up to her in court, where the judge would probably
split their assets.  Instead, Mel ended up giving Angela the whole house,
half the other assets and outrageous alimony payments.  He didn't care. 
All he wanted was to put the whole thing behind him, and if that's what it
cost, he'd pay it.

   "But you must think of it sometimes," said Angela, "and it must really
gall you.  Even my lawyer couldn't believe it.  She told me the settlement
was so unfair that she was expecting to hear from your lawyer within a year
to reopen the case and was surprised when she didn't.

   "Anyway, the reason I called was to ask you this question: How would you
like to stop paying my alimony?"

   "What are you up to, Angela?" he said.  "Have you become religious?  Are
you repenting your evil ways?  I can't believe you're sincerely offering to
do that?"

   "Oh, don't get the wrong idea, Mel," she said.  "I'm just asking the
question.  You know me.  I'm not going to give you anything, but maybe I
would sell it to you for the right price."

   "What are you talking about?" said Mel.

   "Well, you know I hold a grudge for a long time, Mel," she said.  "When
you betrayed me with my best friend, I wanted to hurt you so bad that you'd
always remember what it cost you to humiliate me.  I tried to do that with
the divorce, but I now realize that taking your money didn't hurt you all
that much.  I wish you were a greedy miser, so it would eat you up, but
unfortunately, you've never been obsessed with money."

   "Thanks for the compliment," he said.

   "It hasn't stopped bothering me that you never really paid for what you
did to me," she said, "and almost every day I think about ways to hurt you
and humiliate you.  Some of my ideas are like horror movies, and as the
movie ends, you are pretty much unrecognizable.

   "You have everything -- a great life, lots of money and the love of my
best and oldest friend that you stole from me -- and you probably don't
even think you did anything wrong.  And I have nothing but frustration."

   "You never gave me the chance to tell you, Angela," he said.  "Of
course, I wasn't completely innocent in this whole thing.  But you have to
admit, our marriage was on the rocks.  I loved you a long time through your
mood swings, your insults in front of our friends and your physical attacks
on me.  But after a while, you just wore me out.

   "When Wendy and I realized we were in love, most of our conversations
were about not hurting you.  Despite her anger at what you did to me in the
divorce, I think she still loves you more than me.  She's an amazing
woman."

   Angela had listened to him quietly until he began talking about Wendy.
Then he heard her gasping a couple of times, and she began screaming so
loud that he had to take the phone away from his ear.  "Shut up!  Shut up!
I don't want to hear that crap," she yelled.  "She stabbed me through the
heart.  But we're not talking about her, just you.  She'll make out like a
champ if you do this, because she'll get the benefit of all that money that
you won't have to give me anymore."

   "Yes," he said, quietly, "the alimony.  You're right, I'd rather spend
it on Wendy.  But you need to be quiet and listen to me for a minute,
because we may never talk again.  I never cheated on you.  I wanted to, but
your friend, Wendy, wouldn't let me.  She said she wouldn't marry a
cheater. You have no idea how much she tried to deny her feelings and push
me away because of her loyalty to you.  I wish I had a friend like that.  I
know that doesn't make any difference to you, but I'm glad I could finally
tell you.

   "Now please tell me what you're calling about.  I'm enjoying this
conversation as much as you are, but I have work to do."

   As she began explaining, his secretary opened the door of his office and
started to walk in.  Then she looked at his face, and she stopped.  He
waved his hand at her to leave and come back later, and she never moved
faster in responding to the familiar gesture.  She sat down at her desk and
shivered for a couple of minutes.  When she told her friends at lunch later
about his weird expression, they all wondered what his ex-wife had been
saying to him.



   "Not on your life," said Wendy when he told her later.  "The alimony
does bother me when I do the accounts, but I'd rather you pay it than get
you involved with her crazy revenge schemes."

   "I'm inclined to agree with you," he said, "but let me play the devil's
advocate.  She's right that she's the only one who suffered because of this
whole thing.  Why are you looking at me that way?

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  I know you've told me how awful you feel when you think
of her.  I know you've loved and confided in each other since you were
children.  So you've suffered a lot, too.  But she's right that I haven't
really had to pay any consequences except for the money.  And on top of
that, I get you.  So I can see why she resents that.

   "Maybe I should let her have her little revenge and get it out of her
system.  Sure, her idea is bizarre, but she promised it would only be for
an hour.  And she said that she wouldn't maim me or break any bones.  How
bad could it be?"

   "You have no idea, Mel," said Wendy.  "I haven't talked about Angela to
you, but I get regular reports from mutual friends.  Since the divorce, her
obsession has been physical training.  She's now like one of those women
gladiators -- well, maybe not that muscular, because she still looks hot.

   "But she's strong, and she's been doing all sorts of martial arts
training, plus wrestling, plus boxing.  She's got to where she can destroy
women much bigger than she is."

   "But I'm a big guy," said Mel, "and she's just an average-sized woman.
I've got a much longer reach, so it won't be easy for her to get to me. 
I'm sure she'll get in some shots, but if that will get her off our backs,
it might be worth a little pain.  And what if this helped her move on and
find someone else?  You've told me that's what you want for her."

   "Let me think about it," she said.  "My intuition tells me that I should
put my foot down and not let it happen.  But I really wish Angela could
start healing.  I doubt this is the way, but I'll think about it.  Just
don't pressure me, even if she starts calling you a lot.  I'll tell you
when I'm good and ready."

   "OK," he said.



   Angela never called him again, but he found out later that was because
she and Wendy were burning up the phone lines.  Three weeks later, Wendy
explained.

   "I didn't want to tell you anything because you are such a cream puff,"
she said.  "This time I was the lawyer, and I think I got you a deal.  For
your hour, Angela is going to give up the alimony.  But she's also going to
return all the alimony you've paid up to now.  And she's going to give you
half the value of the house, with a licensed appraiser selected by me
determining what that is."

   "Wow!" said Mel.  "You're amazing."

   "But this may still not happen," said Wendy, "because I've got some
stuff here that looks like a deal-breaker.  I made her give me a bunch of
videos of her going against some opponents.  She really fought me on that,
and when you see them, you'll understand why.

   "She wanted to give me some old stuff, but I told her everything had to
be from the last couple of months, and I would be able to tell by how she
looked on the video if she was cheating.  I told her flatly that unless she
came through with them, I would see to it that you wouldn't fight her like
she wants.  She wants that so badly that she agreed, even though I could
see she was worried you'd back out once you saw the videos.  We're going to
watch them together now."



   For a moment after the last video was over, both Wendy and Mel sat in
stunned silence.  Wendy was the one who spoke first.

   "I was just thinking, this is nothing," she said.  "She must have picked
out the ones that were the least threatening.  You can just imagine what's
on the other ones.

   "One of our mutual friends told me that Angela said to her that whenever
she's in the ring, she imagines her opponent is you, and that motivates her
to do those things that you saw.

   "I feel sorry for all those girls who are smiling and shaking hands with
her before the match.  They think she's just another opponent.  When she
finishes with them, they are totally destroyed, physically and mentally. 
You can see they look pathetic as they crawl out of the ring.  She is
vicious and unrelenting.

   "There's only one video with someone who's larger than her.  I'm sure
she kept back the others with much larger opponents, because some of my
friends have seen them.  They're all the same.  Sometimes the larger person
hurts her a little in the beginning, but it doesn't matter.  She never
stops attacking and punishing, and soon the big women are whimpering piles
of pain like all the others.

   "She told me that there would be no boxing gloves with you, and neither
of you would be allowed to hit with your fists, but I don't think that will
change much, because she can use everything else, and if she can destroy
those girls in a few minutes, imagine what she's going to do to you in an
hour."

   Mel finally spoke.  "You're right, Wendy," he said.  "Those videos are
scary.  Until I saw them, I was sort of neutral, but now I'm really
frightened, and I'll admit it.  I would like to bow out, but something is
holding me back.  I feel like I want to do this to prove how much I love
you.  Is that stupid?"

   "Are you kidding?" she said.  "You're right.  It proves your stupidity.
You know I love you, and I don't want to see you hurt.  I can't understand
you.  Sometimes you act just like all those macho guys who have to prove
how much they can endure for what they believe in."

   "That's a better way of putting it," he said.  "Yes, you're exactly
right.  That's what this makes me feel like.  When it's over, I know I'll
have my stupid pride that I went through hell for the woman I love.  Let me
think about it a few days."

   "You silly goof," she said.  "I know what that means.  But you're not
going to agree until I have a few more chats with Angela."



   Three days later, when he told her he decided to do it, she said, "Well,
I've tried to protect you as much as I could.  I negotiated with her some
more, and she's agreed that your genitals are off limits.  She's not
allowed to touch them, but she said that if you even slightly touched her
vagina, that would void her agreement.  You need to be very careful,
because I have a feeling she'll try to trick you into touching it."

   "Don't worry," he said.

   "I tried to take your asses off the table, too, but she wouldn't go for
that.  So here's what we agreed on.  No punching, no breaking bones,
dislocations or slamming heads.  Yes, a couple of her opponents had
concussions.  No biting.  Nothing in the eyes or ears.  No twisting fingers
or toes.  She wanted no touching her breasts, but when I said that if she
wanted that, she couldn't touch your ass, she withdrew that, so you can
pull or twist or hit her breasts or anything except bite.  Watch your ass,
though.  I can tell that's where she's focused.

   "I had to agree that you'd both be naked, and her friends would get to
videotape the whole thing.  She's allowed to have unlimited cameras and
lighting.  The only people there will be you, me, her and her three
friends. The videos can only be watched by the people who are at the fight.
If she shows them to anyone else, you can take her for a lot of money and
property.  All the papers will be signed before the fight, and you'll
videotape your agreement that they will only go into effect once there is
an hour of videotape of the two of you fighting.  I will make copies of all
the videos on my laptop before we leave.  I think that's about it."

   Mel was listening intently, but when Wendy finished, he didn't say
anything.  He sat there, staring into space.  Wendy tried to catch his eye,
but she couldn't.  Finally, he got up and went to the living room and
turned on the TV.  He didn't say much to her that night or the next two
days.



   Wendy found out on a Monday a few weeks later that the fight was going
to be that Saturday morning at Mel and Angela's old house.  "My friends
told me she's been training hard for the fight," she told him, "but she
wouldn't let them watch what she's working on because she wants them to be
surprised.  Even though they're her friends and will be there taping, they
all feel sorry for you and will probably be secretly rooting for you.  They
did find out that she's cleared everything out of the basement and laid
down some heavy padding and a few chairs, plus lots of big lights.  We're
supposed to get there at 9 a.m.  to sign papers, and the fight will begin
around 11.

   "I know you don't want to talk about it, but I haven't seen you do any
preparation.  Do you want to talk about strategy or anything?  I'm starting
to feel terrible."

   He felt her crying as she embraced him.  "No, I think I've avoided
thinking about the whole thing," he said.  "It's so disgusting what she's
doing, and I feel dirty already for going along with her.  I really feel
sorry for Angela more than anything.  Her own friends aren't even on her
side.  What did I do that made her into what she's become?"

   Wendy pushed away from him.  "You know, you can still back out," she
said.  "I'll be relieved if you do, and who cares what she or anyone else
thinks.  But if you're going to do it, please at least think about how
you're going to respond when she throws everything she has at you."

   "OK," was all he said, but he didn't talk to Wendy about it again.

   Saturday morning, the basement was like a hothouse with all the lights,
and everyone there was soon sweating profusely.  There was a big steel tub
full of ice and water bottles, and they were being emptied quickly.

   At a table in a corner, there were three chairs, and Angela, Wendy and
Mel sat down.  Angela was soft-spoken and all business as she went through
each agreement line by line before they all signed it.  By the time they
made the video where each one affirmed that the agreements would become
valid the minute the fight was over, nearly two hot, sweaty hours had
passed.

   When they stood up, all of them were gleaming.  They looked at each
other silently for a minute.  Mel and Wendy saw that Angela now looked
excited.  They were ill at ease.

   "Let's get ready to rumble," said Angela, leading the way to the center
of the room.  "You are the referee, Wendy, and you'll sit right there at
the edge of the mats.  I trust you to be fair and enforce the rules we
agreed to.  Remember, if Mel so much as brushes his fingers between my legs
in the front, I can do anything I want to his penis and testicles.  On the
other hand, my ass is open territory -- and so is his.

   "I've got lots of cameras on stands, and my friends are going to circle
around us and film close-ups, but they are not allowed to interfere in any
way, no matter what happens.  As soon as both of us have all our clothes
off and you ring the bell, you press this button, Wendy, and the big
digital clock on the wall starts counting down one hour.  It will be easy
for us to see how much time is left, but Wendy will also yell out the time
left every five minutes.  The clock will never stop, and neither will we,
unless there's blood or someone is completely unconscious.  Punchy or
nauseous doesn't count.

   "Do you have any questions before we start, Mel?"

   "No," he said quietly.

   Angela's clothes were off in a flash, and she stood with her hands on
her hips watching as Mel slowly took off his sweats.  "You stand over
there," she said, "and I'll stand facing you over here, and when the bell
rings, we'll go at each other like wrestlers.  Unless you want to start a
different way."

   "No, that's fine," he said softly.  Her voice was high and shrill and
she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.  She's so excited, he thought,
and she looks great.  She's in better shape than when we got married.

   "Are you both ready?" Wendy called out.

   "Yes!" yelled Angela.

   "Yes," mumbled Mel.

   The bell rang, and before it stopped vibrating, Angela was flying at
him. He put up his arms, but not fast enough, because she delivered a
stinging slap to his face, and before he could grab her and push her away,
she did the same to one of his buttocks.

   Almost as fast as he pushed her back, she was on top of him again.  All
she did was slap him, and often she missed, but she connected enough that
his face and his butt were soon bright red and he looked shaky.

   "Come on," she screamed at him.  "Fight back!"

   But all he did was try to protect himself and push her away.  That
seemed to make her more angry, and now she was really slapping him hard, so
hard that the noise of her flat hands hitting his red skin sounded like
gunshots.  He was grimacing from the pain and breathing hard.

   "Fifty-five minutes," yelled Wendy.  "What are you doing, Mel?  Don't
just stand there."

   Angela stopped slapping.  "Yes, you bastard," she said.  "Listen to your
wife.  She wants you to defend yourself.  I know what you're doing, but it
won't work.  You're trying to show that you're better than me.  But I don't
care.  I'm still going to destroy you.

   "Wendy, you come here and defend him.  I won't touch you.  You can do
whatever you want to me to slow me down while I work on him.  Maybe you can
help him a little."

   "No!"

   It was the first thing Mel had said since the bell rang, and it was a
loud yell that startled Angela and everyone else.

   "No, Wendy, don't you dare get up," he said, "or I'm leaving right now
just like this.  I swear I'll walk naked right out to the street and leave
if you get near us.  This is between Angela and me, not you."

   Wendy stayed in her chair, and after a moment, Angela walked over to one
of her friends and stood in front of her camera and spoke directly to it.
"Mel's trying to show that he would never hurt me," she said, "but he
already hurt me more than I can ever hurt him.  He took my best friend away
from me and destroyed our marriage.  He looks so innocent, but he is an
evil bastard who deserves much more than what I'm going to do to him now.

   "Let him have his way and not fight back.  It's not going to make any
difference.  But if you start feeling sorry for him, remember he already
ripped my heart out of my body and trampled it under his feet."

   She turned back to Mel and ran at him.  He put his hands in front of him
again, but she found her way around them and rained slaps on his face and
his buttocks until she had no more strength.  Before she stepped away, he
was staggering.

   "Fifty minutes," yelled Wendy.  "Please, Mel.  I can't watch this."

   "You haven't seen anything, Wendy," said Angela, who was trying to get
her breath back from her exertions.  "All right, Dee Dee, get the oil."

   "What are you doing?" said Wendy.  "This wasn't in the agreement.  I'm
going to stop this right now."

   "No you're not," said Angela.  "There's nothing in the agreement that
says no oil.  That's it, Dee Dee, just pour the entire bucket onto the mat.
Sit down, Wendy." Wendy quietly went back to her seat and looked at the
clock.

   The oil soon covered the entire floor.  Mel stood and stared at it until
Angela yelled, "Get ready, Mel.  You're going down." She began running at
him, and then she slid down on the oil.  When she got up she shook herself
like a dog, sending drops of oil in every direction, and she laughed.  Mel
had moved carefully away from her across the room.

   She walked toward him, and he tried to keep moving away from her, but
she was fast, and when she got close she launched herself into the air at
him with hands flailing.  She got a few hard slaps in, and the oil on her
hands made them sound even louder.

   Mel tried to back away from the assault, but then he slipped and slammed
onto the mat on his back.  Angela moved so fast that her friends filming
them had to jump out of the way and slid down themselves.  Almost the
second Mel hit the mat, she was flying through the air, and she landed hard
right on his stomach.

   "Whoosh!" was the first sound out of Mel since he had spoken.  He didn't
really say it.  All the air she forced out of him as she landed made the
sound as it escaped his mouth.  She didn't lie on top of him for more than
a second, but got up then crouched down with her feet on either side of his
stomach, then jumped up as high as she could, even lifting her feet into
the air.  Then she then landed once more on Mel's belly.

   She did this five times, and by the time she stopped, everyone could
tell Mel was helpless and only half-conscious.  She sat on his stomach
facing him and laughed.  "How are you feeling now, Mel?" she said and then
she began slapping him with all her might.  Left hand, right hand, she
didn't stop.  His face was pushed back and forth by her slaps.  At first,
he tried to raise his hands in front of his face, but she easily pushed
them aside.  After a while, he began making little sounds that sounded like
tiny screams each time her hand hit his cheek.  She didn't stop until she
couldn't raise her arms from exhaustion.

   "Let's rest, Mel," she said between pants.  "I think you're finished on
this side, but you're not well done on the other side yet, and you haven't
been stuffed." There were some gasps from her friends circling around them.

   "I did a lot of preparation for this," she said to her friends.  "Mel is
going to be in pain for weeks, both inside and outside, long enough that I
hope he always remembers today.  I've prepared him, too.  He's clean as a
whistle inside, and so am I, and so are all of us.  Did any of you notice
how often everyone was going to the bathroom this morning before we
started? That's not by accident.  All the water we were drinking had enema
stimulants in it.  Everything inside us has been flushed down the toilet,
so there won't be anything unpleasant coming out when I make love to Mel
now.  And yes, I remember, Wendy.  I agreed not to stick baseball bats or
cucumbers inside of Mel.

   "Forty-five minutes," said Wendy.  "Please don't do this, Angela. 
Aren't you satisfied already?  Look at Mel."

   "I am looking at him," said Angela, "and I see a big pile of cowering
flesh that I need to roll over.  But first I'm going to bounce a little in
case he has any thoughts of trying to resist.  There, I think he's a little
breathless again.  Now let me lift him a little here and push here.  Whee!
That wasn't so hard."

   She sat on his back now, facing his buttocks, and began flailing away
with her hands on his cheeks.  Again there were the loud gunshot sounds and
his little cries from where his face was pressed against the mat.  She
spanked him as hard as she could until her arms were got tired again.

   As she caught her breath, she leaned down by Mel's face.  "OK, Mel, now
it's up to you.  I can keep on destroying your butt with my hands, or you
can roll back over on your back.  If you do, I promise you the slapping and
the spanking are over.  You might even like this next part.  Are you
listening?  If you can hear me, roll over, Rover, or else I'm going to have
to start spanking again."

   Mel slowly rolled onto his back and put his hands over his face.  "That
a boy," said Angela.  "Don't be silly.  Put your hands down.  I told you
I'm not going to slap you anymore.  That's it.  Oh my goodness.  You're
crying like a baby.  You're no longer Mr.  Tough Macho Mel.  Since you're
such a good boy, I'm going to give you a big orgasm now.  Your thing is so
small and sad now, but Angela knows how to rouse it, doesn't she?"

   "You can't do that," yelled Wendy, "and it's 40 minutes, by the way."

   "Oh yes I can," said Angela after she lifted her face and let his penis
fall out of her mouth.  "I promised I wouldn't hurt his penis or his balls,
but I didn't promise not to pleasure them.  See how fast I got him hard. 
He likes this.  Now I'm going to fondle him down here with my other hand
while I'm pumping him.  I was married to him long enough to know how to
satisfy him.  Look how he's starting to thrust against my hand.  Time to
stop and let it melt down again.

   "Have you tried this with him, Wendy.  It's called frustration sex.  You
keep building him up with your hands or your mouth or anything you want to
use, like this, and then when you feel he's about to come, you stop.  He
gets more and more worked up and frustrated until he's screaming.  You'll
see.  Then you make him come, and it's huge.

   "Here we go for the third time, and he's already starting to go nuts. 
Do you hear his moans?  I think I could do this long enough for him to beg,
but one more time should be enough for today.  OK, we're starting on number
4, and we're going to build him up slowly.  Look, he's totally exhausted
and worn out and feeling tremendous pain from the bruising I gave him, but
his body is lifting up to my pumping hand and moving with it.

   "Now watch as I put a finger into his anus and feel around for the
prostate.  I think I found it.  Now I'll pump hard and whee!  There he
goes. Did you see that thing spray like a power hose?  Has he ever come
that hard for you, Wendy.  Why are you crying?  You get him after today,
and I'm sure he'll be glad to humiliate himself like this for you.  Isn't
he doing this for you today anyway.  He's such a noble bastard."

   "Thirty minutes," yelled Wendy as she sobbed.  "You are a monster,
Angela.  I can't understand you."

   "We're nearly finished, Wendy," said Angela.  "He's drooping down now
and just wants to rest, but look, he moved quickly just then.  Do you think
he noticed that I snuck a third finger into his anus.  He didn't notice the
second one going in while he was coming.  Dee Dee, see that jar over there
next to Wendy's chair, bring it to me, please.

   "Don't worry, Wendy, this white stuff is really good lube, and I'm
pulling my three fingers out of Mel to grab a bunch of it and push it
inside his nice clean anus.  I'm going to use up practically all the slime
in the jar before I'm done, because I don't want him to bleed.  Everything
has to go smoothly.

   "Now there's a lot of this inside him, and it's time for the fourth
finger.  Boy, that was a yell.  You've found your voice again, Mel.  I'm
glad to hear you responding to me as I push my fingers in and out of you.
Let's go a little faster.  Wow!  That was another big yell, and you're
trying to move away from me.

   "That's great, but somehow my fingers are following you, and they're
still going in and out faster and faster.  Oh, you're rolling over and
getting on your hands and knees.  Want to try to stand up?  That's OK, but
my fingers aren't coming out and you might slip and fall and hurt yourself.
Oh, you decided to crawl on your hands and knees.  That looks great.  Look
how fast you're moving now, but I can move faster, so you better pick it
up, because I just tucked my thumb in behind my fingers, so I've got all
five moving faster and you're starting to jerk.

   "Yes, you know what happens next.  Is that why you're shaking your ass
from side to side to dislodge the fingers?  It looks so funny, but you
better start crawling soon, because I'm starting to press harder.  That's
it, faster and faster, don't slow down.  Do you feel the pressure?

   "There, I guess you got tired and stopped for a second.  That was a
mistake.  What would you call that sound you made?  It was like a dying
animal, but you aren't dead, Mel.  You've just got my hand inside you all
the way to the wrist.  Get a good close-up, girls, because in a few seconds
I'm going to pull it out and then you'll see a big hole and then I'll push
it right back in.  I'm fisting you, Mel.  Did you think about me doing that
when you agreed to our fight today?

   "You're saying so much, Mel, even though you aren't using words.  Your
face is telling me a story, and your voice is the soundtrack.  How does it
feel if I twist my hand around inside you like this.  Would you give me
back all my alimony if I stopped?  What's that, Mel?  I can't hear you.

   "Please stop, Angela," he said between sobs.  His voice was barely above
a whisper.  "You can have your alimony.  Please."

   "How about increasing the alimony by 10 per cent, Mel?  If I didn't
twist my hand like this -- whoa, what a scream!  If I didn't do that again,
could I have more alimony and keep all the house money?  What do you say,
Mel?"

   "Yes," he whispered.

   "Yes, what, Mel?" she said.

   "Yes, the house is yours, and you can have more alimony.  Please stop,
Angela, please, please, please."

   "No Mel, I signed the agreement, and I won't break it now, even though
you're begging me to.  Do you like my arms, Mel?  Aren't they smooth and
soft and slim.  See how I'm using my hand that's not inside you to slather
some more lube all over this arm.  Yes, you understand.  The whole arm is
going up you, until my shoulder.  You don't believe it, but I've seen it on
the Internet.  I'll be very careful."

   Mel was still crying, but now he began whimpering.  "Please don't,
Angela," he said over and over, and then he screamed loudly.

   "You felt it starting to go up your bowels as I pushed, didn't you,
Mel," said Angela.  "I'll go slowly if you follow my instructions.  I liked
what you said, but I want you to talk like a little boy.  You aren't a man
anymore.  You're just a little boy who's crying because Mommy's punishing
him.  So say it, say, "Please don't, Mommy," and say it like a whiny little
boy.  You will sound so pathetic on the video, this big, strong man begging
in a little boy's voice.

   "Come on!  You felt me twisting around inside you.  I can make my hand
into a fist in there and make you scream even louder.  But I don't want you
to scream like a sissy.  I just want you to beg like a little boy.  That's
it.  Say it.  Say it again.  Again."

   As Mel spoke in a high voice, repeating "Please don't, Mommy" over and
over, Angela slowly pushed her slime-covered arm up him.  His body twitched
and shook uncontrollably, and the pain was making his eyes pop out of his
head.  Her friends who were filming were having trouble keeping themselves
from shaking, too.  They were sobbing louder than Mel.

   Finally, Angela was inside to the shoulder.  She didn't say anything,
but she smiled at the camera as she was panting and looked around. 
"There's still 15 minutes on the clock, Wendy," she said.  "You haven't
been giving the time."

   When Wendy didn't respond, Angela looked toward her chair and saw Wendy
wasn't sitting in it.  She had collapsed on the mat in a heap, and her face
wasn't visible.  Her body was shaking and a heart-rending sound of anguish
was coming from inside the heap.  Angela looked around at her sobbing
friends who were dutifully filming her and Mel.

   Her smile disappeared.  "Wendy!" she yelled.  There was no response from
the wailing form on the mat.

   "Wendy!" she yelled louder.  Then at the top of her lungs, she yelled,
"Wendy, if you want to save your husband from even more pain, you better
listen to me." As she said this, her voice suddenly changed.  It was still
loud, but it wasn't exultant anymore.  It was breaking down, and her body
began heaving.  She began gasping and sobbing along with the others.  She
was louder than any of them.

   Wendy's head popped up.  Her face looked a mess as she stared at Angela.

   "Wendy, you need to come here right now," said Angela between her gasps
and sobs.  "I've got nearly 15 minutes left, and if you don't come here,
I'm going to put my second hand into Mel, and then I'm going to push my
second arm up inside him." Mel screamed, and Angela's friends gasped.

   "What do you want?" said Wendy through her sobs.

   "I want you to come here right now," said Angela.

   Wendy got up and walked over to where Angela and Mel were locked
together on the mat.

   "Now get down here with us," said Angela.  She was shaking so much now
that her words were barely intelligible.

   "OK, I'm sitting down next to you," said Wendy.  "What do you want from
me?"

   Angela's three friends were staring at the triangle of Angela, Mel and
Wendy in silent horror.  What was Angela going to do now?  Mel and Wendy
were also silent, but Angela was getting louder and wilder and crying.  She
tried to speak, but she couldn't.

   Wendy looked up and saw the clock.  "Just nine minutes, Mel," she said.

   That seemed to snap Angela back to reality.  She didn't stop sobbing,
but she began speaking haltingly.  "That's plenty of time to do more damage
if you don't do what I say, Wendy." she said.  "I want you to --" She
stopped, and her sobbing grew louder and more uncontrollable.

   "Yes, yes," said Wendy in an exasperated voice.  "What do you want?"

   "I sob want sob you sob to sob sob sob.  I want you to forgive me!"

   "What?" screamed Wendy.  "You must be kidding.  After what you did to my
husband, what you're doing to him right now, I will never forgive you."

   "Please, please, please, Wendy, I'm begging you," said Angela.  "I'll
beg you in a little girl voice if you want.  And you can slap me and hurt
me more than I hurt Mel.  You can do that right now if you want, and my
friends will film it for you.  You can stick one of your beautiful hands in
my anus and the other in my vagina and really hurt me.  You can use a whip
if you want.

   "I don't care what you do to me, but you have to forgive me.  I love
you, Wendy, and I can't live if you don't forgive me.  I'm sorry about Mel.
I told myself it was about him, but when I saw you on the floor, I realized
it was always about you.  I can't lose you Wendy.  You have to forgive me,
or I'll do something horrible, not to Mel, but to myself.  Please forgive
me, please, please."

   Just tell her you forgive her, thought Mel.  He wanted to say it, but he
was too weak to speak.  He could barely think through his pain.

   Wendy looked at Angela.  "Angela, I hate you, but I love you, too," she
said, starting to sob again.  "I've never stopped loving you.  Don't you
know that?  You are the second most important person in my life.  I would
never hurt you, no matter what you say."

   "Wendy, I love you, too," said Angela.  "Please say you'll be my friend
again.  I'm so sorry I hurt Mel.  I don't know why I did it, because I love
you, and he's your husband.  So I was hurting you.  I will never hurt you
again.

   "Oh Angela, Mel and I made you so unhappy.  I'm so sorry.  We are going
to find the right man for you, no matter how long it takes.  We want you to
be as happy as we are."

   "Oh Wendy!"

   "Oh Angela!"

   Wendy was now hugging the naked, greasy Angela tight to her, and Angela
had her free arm around Wendy's neck.  They didn't move and didn't say
anything, but they continued to sob in each other's arms.

   "What did you say, Angela," said Wendy.  "Of course we're going to help
you."

   "I didn't say anything," said Angela.

   "Oh no!" said Wendy.  "It was Mel.  We forgot about Mel.  Mel!  Mel! 
I'm so sorry!"

   Mel summoned all his strength and gasped out, "Please stop being sorry
and get that damned thing out of me."

   "Oh no," said Angela, "I was so carried away that I forgot all about
you. Please try to relax and I'll pull out as carefully as I can.  You
know, I was going to make a great big fist and see how big I could open
your anus for the video, but now I'm making my hand as small as possible
for you.  Oh no!  You're screaming again.  I'll stop."

   "Don't stop!" screamed Mel.  "Keep pulling it out no matter what I do.
But slowly."

   "OK," said Angela.  "I hope you can believe me when I say I don't really
hate you, and I will never hurt you again.  I will die to protect you if I
have to, because you belong to Wendy, and whatever is Wendy's is holy to
me. Just a few more seconds.  Try to relax your bowel muscles.  I can tell
this is hurting you a lot.  I feel terrible."
   

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