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Yo-Yo Chronicles 9: Pleasure Island



   By Ed Rider



   "Your turn, Miss Bardell."

   "But Mr.  Arbuthnot, I can't this Friday.  I'm taking my boyfriend on a
surprise weekend getaway to Scotland for his birthday.  We have to leave
right after work to get to the castle in time to check in and be at the
romantic restaurant for our dinner reservations.  Please, Mr.  Arbuthnot,
can't I do it next Friday?"

   "I'm sorry, Miss Bardell, but everyone in quality control knows that
part of the job involves having to work late occasionally on Friday night.
You don't have to do it often, but you know you can't make firm plans for
that night."

   Miss Bardell tried for a few more minutes to get Mr.  Arbuthnot to
choose someone else that week, but she knew it was in vain.  Finally, she
slammed down her phone and then picked it up again and began making calls
to the hotel and restaurant to rearrange the weekend schedule and to her
boyfriend to tell him his birthday surprise had to be postponed to Saturday
morning.

   While she was doing this, she happened to look in the direction of Mr.
Arbuthnot's desk and saw him smiling at her.  She returned his look with a
glare of pure hatred, before she realized that this was only making him
happier.

   All of the 16 women in quality control hated their boss with good
reason. But they also put up with him with good reason.  What bothered them
the most about the late Friday night sessions was not the sex, but the
surprise.  If there had been a schedule so they could have planned around
it, it would have been more bearable.  They were sure that Mr.  Arbuthnot
got part of his jollies in surprising them on Friday afternoon, especially
if they had made other plans.

   Sometimes, they were able to fake him out.  The women would get together
on Monday, and a couple who had no plans would volunteer for the Friday
assignment.  The rest of the week, everyone would try to make sure Mr. 
Arbuthnot heard about the theater or the party the two women were attending
Friday night.  Sure enough, one of them was always chosen.

   Miss Bardell had tried her best to keep her getaway a secret, but either
Mr.  Arubuthnot found out, or else she was just unlucky.

   The late work Friday night took place in Mr.  Arbuthnot's office.  It
was just off the floor and wasn't particularly large.  Since it was in the
center of the factory, there were no outside windows, just two windows
looking out to where the women were working.  The windows had blinds on
them, which were always closed on Friday afternoon when the women were
leaving.

   Inside the office, there was a small desk, a couple of chairs and a
large couch that was uncomfortable to sit on, because it was so wide. 
That's where most of the Friday evening action took place.

   Mr.  Arbuthnot was in his 40s, and had been married to Mrs.  Arbuthnot
for 16 years.  They had two children and what seemed to be a happy
marriage. The only thing missing, for Mr.  Arbuthnot, was extreme sex. 
Before their marriage, Mrs.  Arbuthnot humored his quirks and fetishes, but
once the honeymoon was over, she grew tired of his kinky ideas and refused
to cooperate any longer.  She told him they disgustd and demeaned her.

   Mr.  Arbuthnot had accepted this for 10 years.  It was actually Miss
Quickly who showed him a different option.  She desperately needed an
advance for buying furniture for the new flat she was moving into with her
fiance.  She knew Mr.  Arbuthnot could arrange it, but he felt it would set
a bad precedent.

   But Miss Quickly, who was 25 at the time, wouldn't give up.  She was
pretty and had a knockout body, with big, real breasts and a hot bum.  She
decided to use her assets in her quest, and she began wearing revealing
clothes to work and going into Mr.  Arbuthnot's office whenever she could
to talk to him about something that wasn't important, always ending by
bringing up the advance she wanted.  Each time she made sure to lean over
his desk so that her breasts were almost falling out of her low-cut top or
bending over so that he could get a good look at the line of her bikini
panties showing through her tight skirt.

   One day, she was asking him again for the advance, and she said, "Isn't
there anything I can do to make you change your mind?" She was leaning over
his desk again to give him a show.  She waited for an answer, but there was
none, and when she raised up and looked at him, she saw a strange look in
his eyes.  He still didn't say anything when she smiled broadly at him and
turned to flounce out of his office.

   She stayed away from his office for a week while she was deciding
whether she wanted to go through with it.  Then she went in to see him. 
"Mr.  Arbuthnot," she began, "I don't mean to exasperate you, but I really
need that advance.  There's a big furniture sale this weekend, and I'm
desperate.  I know we've had a big order come in, and sometimes you have to
stay late on Friday to finish everything because you're not in the union.
I'd even be willing to work with you in secret late Friday night if you
wanted me to." She looked down at the couch and up at him and smiled.

   Then he surprised her.  "I've been thinking, Miss Quickly," he said. 
"And I was also thinking about Friday nights."

   Friday nights?  she thought.  All she had in mind was a quick round on
this Friday.

   "Yes," she said.  "And what have you come up with?" she asked.

   "I've printed it out for you to look over," he said.  "Let's meet
tomorrow morning to discuss it." He handed her a sheet of paper.

   She looked at it and saw it was a numbered laundry list, with a box to
check next to each item.  Then she gasped.  Each item was an unusual sexual
practice.  The tamest of them was "Suck me off and swallow my come." It
included all kinds of ugly and demeaning variations of vaginal, anal and
oral sex.

   Her face went white, and she quickly folded the piece of paper as small
as she could and hid it in the palm of her hand.  She looked up, and he was
looking at her discomfort with a big smile.  The bastard, she thought.  He
doesn't expect me to do any of this.  He's getting off just watching my
reaction.  She tried to sound calm.

   "Thanks," she said, but she couldn't keep her voice from cracking.  She
got up and quickly left his office.

   That night, she told her fiance that she had some shopping to do, but
instead, she went to a coffee shop, ordered a large latte and sat in the
darkest corner of the shop looking at the disgusting list, sipping and
thinking.  She didn't want her fiance to see her face or ask what she was
thinking about.  After three large large lattes, she still hadn't decided,
so she went home.

   She was surprised the next morning.  She must have decided in her sleep,
because the moment she opened her eyes, she knew what she was going to do.
She waited until after 10 before she walked into Mr.  Arbuthnot's office,
closed the door behind her and sat down, this time on a chair.  "I've
looked over what needs to be done," she said.  "It's a lot of work, so I'm
expecting a bonus, as well as the advance.  How many Fridays do you think
it will take?"

   He obviously wasn't expecting that answer, because he looked startled
and had to think a moment.  "I don't expect it to take more than four
Fridays, and I think I can show our appreciation with a small bonus," he
said finally.  Now he was leering at her.  She shuddered.

   "Then it's settled," she said, "I'll plan to stay a few hours late for
the next few weeks.  Thanks so much for your consideration, Mr. 
Arbuthnot."

   The next four Friday nights were hell for Miss Quickly.  Not only was
she disgusted by all the things she had to do for Mr.  Arbuthnot and all
the painful and degrading things he did to her, but she had trouble falling
asleep those nights thinking strange thoughts.  Was she a prostitute? 
Could she make more money on the open market providing those demeaning
services?  Would her fiance ever find out?  If he did, what would he think?
Was all this filth worth the lousy furniture?

   When her fiance asked her about her troubled sleep, she said that she
was just overtired from working the extra hours.

   The only good thing was that Mr.  Arbuthnot was an extremely grateful
pervert.  He took everything she gave him with appreciation.  He never
talked dirty and, in fact, hardly talked at all.  He just energetically
humiliated her in silence and said "Thank you" when it was over.

   On the fourth Friday, after she checked off the last item on the list
and they were both getting dressed, he did speak up.  "Miss Quickly," he
said, "I can't tell you how helpful you've been by working late these last
few Friday nights.  If there's anything I can do for you in the future,
don't hesitate to ask.  For someone who goes the extra mile like you, I'm
also willing to go the extra mile."

   She looked at him.  His face was full of hope.  "Thanks so much, Mr. 
Arbuthnot," she said.  "Thanks to you, I think we've managed to take care
of what we need at home, and we're going to be very busy.  So I don't think
I'll be able to do this anymore."

   His look turned to one of disappointment, but he didn't say another
word. Boy, she thought, I bet I could really take him for a lot more if I
agreed to continue.

   A few weeks later, Miss Gayly came up to her one day in the break room
when they were alone and whispered into her ear, "What were you dong in Mr.
Arbuthnot's office a few weeks ago on Friday night," she said.  "I came
back to get something I had forgotten in my desk and saw you walk in and
the blinds go down.  I waited about 20 minutes, and you were still in
there. The next week, you did the same thing.  I've been watching every
week since, and you never did it again.  I'm dying of curiosity."

   Miss Gayley saw right away that Miss Quickly was very agitated, and she
took advantage of the reaction.  "Don't say anything now," she said.  "But
let's have dinner tomorrow night.  I want you to tell me everything, but I
promise you I'm not going to blackmail you or anything.  You know I'm
harmless, but I'm a sucker for gossip."

   At dinner, Miss Quickly tried to hold back, but Miss Gayley had a
masters in getting people to spill the beans, and soon she was telling her
co-worker all the details.  Miss Gayley appeared shocked, but Miss Quickly
quickly saw that it was only a cover-up for being titillated.  She asked a
lot of questions about the financial arrangements.

   "You could get a lot of money out of our company if you wanted to," said
Miss Gayley when Miss Quickly finished.

   "Believe me, I thought of that," Miss Quickly said.  "And I wouldn't
care all that much about happened to Mr.  Arbuthnot, the creep.  But I know
that all the money wouldn't be worth it, because everything would come out,
and I'd be a big loser too, in a lot of ways."

   "I see what you mean," said Miss Gayley.  "And after all, even though it
was illegal on his part, the two of you did make a deal, and you both got
what you wanted.  I wonder if I could do what you did if the money were
right?"

   "You mean, hire out as a whore?" said Miss Quickly.

   "Of course not," said Miss Gayley.  "I mean with Mr.  Arbuthnot.  You
did tell me he wanted to keep going, didn't you?"

   "Yes, I'm sure the sick asshole was going to come up with another deal
if I had been open to it."

   Soon after that dinner, every one of Miss Quickly's 15 co-workers knew
all the details.  Miss Quickly could tell by the way they looked at her,
but none of them brought up the subject until three weeks later, when Miss
Gayley found Miss Quickly alone in the break room again and whispered into
her ear.

   "We're all having dinner tonight at my house, and you need to be there,"
she said.

   Miss Quickly didn't say anything and went back to her work station, but
she called her fiance and said she was getting together with some
co-workers and would be home late.  Driving over to Miss Gayley's house,
she wondered what was going to happen.  Would they call her a slut and
disparage her?  Would they push to have her sue the company?  Was she going
to have to put on a show for them by repeating all the sordid details
again? She supposed she would have to go along in order to keep them from
telling anyone, although she wondered whether some of them had already
spread the word.

   They were all there in Miss Gayley's living room passing around
sandwiches when she arrived.  "Oh I'm so glad you could make it," Miss
Gayley said when she saw her.  "Now we can get started."

   She stood up in the middle of the room and said, "Ladies, let me tell
this my way without interruptions, and then you can each have a turn to
speak later if you want to."

   Then she turned to Miss Quickly, who was biting into her sandwich, and
addressed her.

   "Miss Quickly," she said.  "You know how I am with gossip.  I'm sorry,
but everyone in this room knows about you and Mr.  Arbuthnot -- everything,
including his laundry list of horrors.  But you'll probably be surprised to
know that we haven't told anyone else, because when we were discussing you,
the whole thing took a strange turn.

   "I'm not going to waste time right now going into who said what, but
here's the bottom line: While all of us are disgusted with what you did,
each of us is interested in doing the same thing, if it's financially
worthwhile.

   "What we like about this is if it works, both Mr.  Arbuthnot and we will
both be very careful that nobody finds out.  We would be doing him a
service, so to speak, and we would be compensated for our efforts.  Believe
it or not, everyone in this room is willing to do the same things you did
depending on what he would be willing to do for us.

   "To me, it's like our union negotiations.  We have an initial offer, and
if he doesn't accept it, we'll listen to his counteroffer.  I think both
sides will be motivated to reach an agreement without any acrimony.

   "We want you to be our bargaining agent and deal with him on our behalf.
You seem to have done pretty well for yourself with him, so we're confident
that you can do the job.  What do you say?"

   Of all the reasons why she had been asked to come to the "dinner," this
was one Miss Quickly had never imagined.  She sat there in stunned silence
as Miss Gayley said, "OK, ladies.  Does anyone have anything to add?"

   Nobody spoke up, and Miss Gayley turned to Miss Quickly again.  "Can you
think of any problems with our idea?" she said.

   "I'm flabbergasted," said Miss Quickly.  "Are all of you really into
this kind of thing?  Do you realize how it's going to mess with your mind?
I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror after our sessions."

   "We've been talking about just that," said Miss Gayley.  "Not one of us
is actually looking forward to the filth and degradation.  Some of us have
a hard time talking about it, and one of us even had to run to the bathroom
and throw up during one of our meetings.

   "What makes us think we can handle it is that with 16 of us, that means
each of us will only have to have three Fridays a year, because Mr. 
Arbuthnot gets four weeks of vacation.  Even if you decide not to join us,
each of us will have to do it only four times every year."

   "Well, you've thought of everything," said Miss Quickly.  "I don't know
if I'm going to join you.  It depends on what Mr.  Arbuthnot says when I
talk to him.  Oops.  I guess that means I have joined you."

   It took five bargaining sessions over the course of two weeks to reach
an agreement.  Anyone wandering into the department during those weeks
might have wondered what was going on.  The women were all at their
stations working, but each one would sneak an occasional peek into Mr. 
Arbuthnot's office when Miss Quickly sat facing him during their
discussions.  Sometimes Mr.  Arbuthnot would look up and see one of the
women looking at him, and he would frown.  But each woman returned his
frown with as leering and lascivious and seductive a smile as she could
manage, after practicing with the others in the ladies room.

   Arbuthnot explained that the productivity would have to increase a
little and for sure couldn't drop, or there would be trouble from above. 
Eventually he figured out a combination of bonuses and benefits that fit
into his budget, even though it meant sharing a little of his annual bonus.
He knew other managers also did that, and it made him wonder if they also
had special perks.

   Then it began.  Every Friday afternoon, it was "Your turn, Miss Gayley,"
or "Your turn, Miss Bardell," or "Your turn, Mrs.  Randolph." They tried to
get him on a schedule, but he relished the spontaneity.  As long as it
wasn't more than three times a year, he could choose whomever he felt like
that day.  For the same reason he loved to do this, they hated him for it.
They couldn't prepare for their ordeal psychologically, and though each of
them tried to follow his orders mechanically, they usually failed, and it
seemed that the more humiliated they felt, the more he enjoyed himself.  So
they hated him, even though it was their idea.

   When someone moved on to another job or retired, the entire group
participated in the job interview process.  For him, they were looking for
someone cute, young and slim, with prominent natural breasts and a sexy
bum. For them, they were looking for a woman who really needed money and
would be willing to go far beyond the normal work routine to get it.

   They were careful, and everything seemed to be working smoothly.



   "Your turn, Miss Siegler."

   "All right, I'll be there."

   Miss Siegler's cheery response didn't cheer up Mr.  Arbuthnot.  He was
hoping he'd picked a reluctant candidate for this evening, someone who
would scream and cry a little and not submit like a good sport.  But the
whole week, as he watched his employees, they all seemed be smiling and
laughing and having a good time.  Several times he heard them whispering
about an exciting weekend.  They were evidently all going somewhere
together.  They didn't say where, but it was someplace where they had
bullfights.

   That wasn't the reason he was in a bad mood.  It was because he was also
going on a weekend trip with his wife, to Pleasure Island Resort.  The
resort was on a small isle off the coast of Spain called Ferro that was
mostly nature preserve.  But his wife said she had heard about the resort
and insisted they go there.

   Why?  he had asked, and he wasn't pleased with her answer.  The resort
was one of those retreats for married couples that guaranteed it would make
a good marriage great and a troubled marriage good.

   "We don't need that," he had told his wife.

   "Are you saying we have a perfect marriage that can't be improved?" was
her answer.  She had told him she knew a couple of women who said their
alleycat husbands turned into pussycats after they went to Pleasure Island.

   "Is that what you want, a pussycat?" he had said.

   "I don't know," she had said, with a smile and twinkle in her eye.  "Are
you an alleycat?"

   He finally gave up and agreed.  He looked at the island on the Internet,
but there wasn't anything about the resort.  He asked his wife why, and she
told him it was very private resort and you could only get in by referral.

   Why was it called Pleasure Island?  he had asked her.  She said she
didn't know for sure, but maybe it was because the sessions at the resort
were pleasurable.  Or maybe it was named after the island in "Pinocchio."
He stopped asking her questions and resigned himself to a miserable
weekend.

   The weekend started off with a shock at the airport.  Sitting in a group
by the gate where the charter flight to Ferro was taking off was his entire
department.  They waved at him and his wife.  So the weekend they were so
excited about was in the same place as he was going.

   "Did you know about this?" he asked his wife, but she only smiled at
him.

   He looked around and saw that everyone else at the gate were couples. 
"I thought this was for married people," he said.  "I don't see any of my
employees with a spouse or boyfriend."

   "It is unusual," she said.  He felt uneasy.  This was too much of a
coincidence.  It must have been planned.  But why would his wife plan
something with his employees?  And if they were throwing him some kind of
surprise, why at Pleasure Island, of all places?

   They sat in business class, and the employees were in coach, so they
didn't see them for the entire flight.  When they arrived in the early
afternoon, they saw the women at baggage collection.  A couple of them came
up to him all giggly and said, "I hope we see you at the bullfights, Mr. 
Arbuthnot," but then they all disappeared.

   They had checked in and been in their room only a few minutes, when his
wife said, "Time to go."

   "Time to go where?" he asked.

   "The first session starts in 15 minutes," she said.  "Don't worry. 
They're serving lunch and dinner, and I understand the food here is really
good."

   They went to a large meeting room and sat down at long tables.  At each
seat, there was a pad of paper and pencil.  It looked like one of his work
retreats.  Waitresses took their orders and brought lunch.  It was good,
and his mood improved slightly.

   Then a man dressed nicely in expensive resort clothes appeared on the
stage and went to the microphone at the lectern.

   "Welcome, everyone, to Pleasure Island.  When you fly home from here
tomorrow night, we hope that it will be the beginning of a stronger
marriage for all of you.  We think a strong marriage can bring years of
pleasure to a couple, way beyond the pleasure of cheating.

   "But I have to warn you, while this weekend will bring some of you
together, for others it will be the final chapter.  Some of you will see
that your commitment isn't strong enough to stay with the person you came
with.  For you, we hope that moving on will help you find the special
person you were meant to be with for a lifetime of pleasure.

   "So you see, it's all about pleasure, but pleasure in the future.  This
weekend is going to be about pain and hurt.  There are a lot of broken
couples out there, and they can't just be glued back together.  It's going
to take some hammers and nails, and lots of crying.  So let's get started."

   "Those of you who don't know what is going to happen are the husbands in
the room.  We asked your wives to keep it a secret from you and to just get
you here whatever way they could so that we could work on you for them.

   "We've done a lot of investigative work before you arrived, and we know
your marriage so well that in some cases we probably know more about each
husband than his wife does and more about the wife than the husband does.
Having said that, I have to tell you that this weekend is about the man.

   "There are retreats for marriages where the wives have strayed or where
both sides are equally at fault.  This isn't one of them.  Our specialty is
bad boys.  Every man in this room has deceived his wife multiple times and
in ways that have caused her tremendous anguish.  She may have lapsed, too,
but he is the one who continues to deceive, lie and hide his cheating,
sometimes right up to this minute.

   "This afternoon and this evening, you men have a choice.  You can choose
total honesty and come up here to the microphone and tell everyone what
you've been doing.  We want every slimy detail, every disgusting episode.
This room is going to get hotter than hell with your pornographic stories.
Even the males may get excited until it's their turn.

   "Once each of you has finished, Dr.  Donovan and I are going to consult,
and then we're going to announce your punishment.  Think of us as Catholic
priests that you're confessing to, except not in private but in front of
everybody in this room.  We will give you your penance.  Your punishment
will occur right here in front of everyone.

   "Those of you who take their medicine like a man will leave this room
after your punishment session with your wife for some of the greatest
pleasure of your lives.  We've been coaching your wives on how to stimulate
you and bring you to greater orgasms than you have ever experienced.  Some
of the techniques they use will even be the kinky ones that you've been
enjoying outside the home.  Yes, they've all bought into changing their
attitudes toward sex so they can improve your love lives.  So once you've
done your time in hell, you'll be in heaven.

   "Not all of you will stand up now and be counted among those who are
going to suffer and then be rewarded.  Some of you in this room don't have
the guts to admit to your wife and even yourself what you are and what
you've been doing to the woman who loves you.

   "You will still have to stay here and listen and watch until the last
man testifies, and then you will go back to your hotel room with your wife
to a cold bed.  Tomorrow, both of you will go to the bullfights and then
depart.

   "The second way may sound easier, but I'm warning you that it will lead
to humiliation worse than those who come up on stage tonight.  Your
debasement will be many times more disgusting, and possibly even more
painful.  Maybe you and your wife will figure out a way to salvage your
marriage after that, but it will be more difficult.

   "That's all I have to say, men.  The rest of the night is up to you. 
Who's ready to move forward to a life of pleasure?"

   The room was silent.  Mr.  Arbuthnot looked at his wife.  She was
glaring at him.  He realized the jig was up.  Somebody had told her, but
who, and why?  He couldn't understand.  He knew the women all hated him and
the things he made them do, but they had been doing this for years and
never complained.  He saw to it they were the best paid quality control
department in the United Kingdom and had even better benefits than some of
the higher paid departments.  Now that his wife knew what he did, that
would all be over for them.

   There was silence in the room.  He looked around at a lot of stunned men
looking at women with daggers in their eyes.  One of the women began
screaming.  "Arthur, if you don't go up there right now, I'm going to pack
up as soon as we get home and take the children with me back to my parents
in Philadelphia," she said.  "You are a cheating, lying scumbag, and you
could have given me a disease.  Our children could have been born blind. 
Get up on that stage if you know what's good for you."

   She went on ragging on her husband who had his head down on the table.
Finally, she became silent as he slowly stood up and walked up the steps on
the side of the stage.

   "Congratulations, Arthur," said the host.  "You won't be sorry you stood
up.  This is the first day of the rest of your life, and it's going to be a
life of pleasure once you've paid your dues.  Now step up here and tell us
what you did."

   Arthur mumbled some things, and the host turned into an interviewer.  He
asked Arthur to repeat, speak more clearly, explain what he meant, give
more details.  Every once in a while the questions were almost as
disgusting as the answer, and Arthur would hesitate.  "Tell him, Arthur,"
screamed his wife at these moments.  Over and over, she screamed "Tell him,
Arthur," and she didn't stop until Arthur began talking again.

   Gradually, Arthur gave up and began going into such depth that there was
a lot of squirming and heavy breathing in the audience.  Some seemed
disgusted by his stories, others turned.  Many women seemed to have both
reactions at the same time.  Mr.  Arbuthnot thought to himself, this is
nothing compared to what I could tell about, and everybody thinks this man
is subhuman.

   Finally, the litany of depravity was finished, and the man was holding
onto the sides of the lecturn and weeping.  His wife was sobbing loudly,
too.  She had been as mortified by his words as he had.

   The host helped the man sit down in an easy chair that had been pulled
up to left side of the podium.  There was also a couch on the right side
and even though the lights weren't down, there was a spotlight shining on
the couch.

   "Thank you, Arthur," the host said.  "That was a brave confession, and
I'm sure you've helped a lot of other men decide to take the first step
toward a lifetime of pleasure.  Excuse me and Dr.  Donovan for a moment. 
He went to the back of the stage where a nice looking woman in a business
suit was sitting.  The audience was buzzing as they leaned their heads
together and conferred.  After a few minutes, the man reached down and
picked up a couple of items from the table next to Dr.  Donovan and came to
the microphone."

   "Arthur," he said, looking at the man sitting slumped in the easy chair
staring straight down.  "Arthur, I'm going to explain your punishment. 
Please say hello to Tina and Lina.  They are twins.  Come sit down here on
the couch next to Tina."

   Tina and Lina were two Amazons.  They were the same height, over 6 feet
tall, blond, cute and curvy.  They also had muscles.  Their legs and arms
both showed plenty of strength beneath the flawless skin.  They were
dressed like aerobics instructors, with skintight shorts and sleeveless
tops.  Every detail of their outfits was exactly alike.

   "OK, Arthur," said the host.  "Dr.  Donovan thinks you need to give your
wife thirty, one and two tonight for what you did to her.  When I say give
them to her, I mean take them for her to make her start feeling better
about you.  When you've finished here, she's going to come up to the stage
and talk to you and then take you to your room to finish in private.  But
tomorrow the healing will start, and within a month or so, you will be on
your way to a life of amazing pleasure.  We've taught your wife to do
things for you that will make you treasure her and never think about
straying again.

   "But that's tomorrow.  Tina, we're ready to begin the thirty."

   The lights in the room went down and a second spotlight joined the first
in illuminating the couch.  Arthur screamed and tried to stand up as hands
went for his clothes, but Tina easily pulled him back down.  Lina took a
step toward her as if she was ready to help, but she wasn't needed.

   Though Arthur struggled, Tina seemed to know what to do.  In a few
seconds, she had his sneakers off.  She didn't bother with his white socks
but went right to his shorts.  Soon they were flying across the stage,
followed by his briefs.  Then she put her arm around his back and grabbed
him in front and slowly began pulling him down across her lap.

   He resisted, but she was so strong she didn't even work up a sweat as
she slowly pulled him over her lap.  Then instead of trying to pull him
further, she quickly slid under him on the couch until his rear was
centered over her lap.  She pushed his head down with one hand while
lifting the other high in the air, like a statue, and she waited.

   "We want Arthur's wife to do the counting," said the host.  Arthur had
stopped trying to push his head back up and was hanging down on the other
side of her lap.  He was still screaming words like "Please," "No" and
"Stop," but he was running out of breath.

   "One," said Arthur's wife and Tina's hand came down and smacked his
rear. His body jumped and he said "Ow!" loudly.  It didn't seem that hard
of a smack.

   "Two, three, four," said his wife.  She started slowly but then began
increasing the speed.  Tina tried to match her pace and also increased the
force of her smacks at the same time.  After a few 'Ows!" Arthur changed to
shrieks and panting that grew louder as the speed increased and the smacks
became so hard that they sounded like gunshots.  When it was over, Arthur
was screaming hysterically.

   Then all was quiet for a few minutes, except the sound of Arthur
sobbing. "That was wonderful, Arthur," said the host.  "I'm sure your wife
appreciated what you did for her.  Now Lina is going to start the second
part by pleasuring you."

   "You probably aren't in the mood, Arthur, but all the men got a large
dose of Viagra in their delicious lunch, so while Tina holds you up, Lina
is going to start caressing your penis.  There, that didn't take long. 
You're nice and hard.

   "Now Lina is pouring some alcohol on a piece of cloth and cleaning your
penis and testicles thoroughly with vigorous scrubbing.  She's finished,
and now she's starting to pump you again.  She's going to get you really
aroused, and we have the microphone in front of your mouth, so we can all
hear you getting excited.  When we hear, you are on the verge of coming --
like you are right now -- she's going to stop before you have an orgasm. 
There, your penis is getting a little softer, although the Viagra is
keeping it from getting too soft.

   "Now it's time for another vigorous scrubbing of the penis and the
testicles.  Do you notice, they are getting drier and more sensitive?  Now
Lina is starting to pump you again.  You are getting aroused quickly, but I
hear an occasional "ow" along with the heavy breathing.  She's probably hit
a spot on the penis that's a little sore.  Don't worry, it won't prevent
you from coming.

   "Your breathing tells us you're almost there, so Lina is stopping again.
Did I hear you say something?  Did you say, 'No!" That's what you should
have said to temptation, Arthur.  Time for another alcohol scrub.  It looks
like your testicles and penis are really dry now, and there are some cracks
in the skin and even some red spots on the penis where Lina has rubbed you
raw.  I think we'll only have to do this a couple more times, and you'll be
ready to come."

   After two more scrubs, Arthur's penis had more red sores than white
skin, and when Lina grabbed it, she squeezed it tight as she pumped it
faster and faster.  Arthur was gasping and screaming louder than when he
was spanked.  The faces of the men in the room were white as they saw his
pain.  But even as he screamed, he began panting faster, and finally, with
a huge scream, he erupted.  Lina directed his stream high in the air, and
now the women in the audience screamed and applauded.

   Lina let go of his penis, and Tina lay him carefully on the couch, where
he pulled his legs to his chest and lay there quietly sobbing.  Once again,
there was no other sound in the room for a few minutes, until the host
spoke into his microphone again.

   "Wonderful, Arthur," he said.  "You're almost done.  In a few minutes,
you and your wife will be escorted back to your room.  But first, there's
one thing even more painful than what you've experienced so far.  All of us
men know what that is.  You're lucky that you're only getting one.  Some of
the men here tonight have earned two and three and maybe even four.  All
right, Lina, please get him ready."

   Lina's strong hands pulled Arthur up until he was sitting facing the
audience.  He looked terrible, and he never stopped crying.  She pulled him
forward so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, almost falling off, and
then she kneeled in front of him and faced him.  It looked like she was
getting ready to suck his red, shriveled penis into her mouth, but she
didn't touch it.

   Instead, she grasped one of his ankles in each hand and stood up and
lifted her arms up in the air.  His feet flew straight up in the air in her
grasp.  Now she pushed them back over his head and handed his ankles to
Tina, who had moved behind the couch.  She pulled them back a little and
held them tightly while Lina sat down on a chair and took off her socks and
shoes.

   "Arthur is ready," said the host, "and everybody can see what's dangling
between his legs.  He and every man in the room are anticipating what Lina
is going to do now, and there's a lot of pain in the anticipation, so I'm
going to stretch it out a little longer by telling you about Lina.

   "In addition to being a personal trainer, Lina is a star soccer player.
Her position is striker, and she is deadly in the open field.  Her kick is
so strong, that she can score from almost across the center line, and she's
deadly accurate.

   "She's only going to have one shot at Arthur, so if she misses, he gets
a pass.  But she never misses.  She'll begin about 10 feet away and get a
running start to get as much power into her kick as she can.  Are you
ready, Lina?  OK, whenever you're ready."

   Lina waited.  Arthur tried to look away, but Tina was pulling his legs
back around his head so he was locked in a position that faced Lina.  She
was standing a little to the side, so the audience could clearly see
Arthur's testicles that were red and cracked from the alcohol rub.

   Arthur closed his eyes and waited, but nothing happened.  He heard
nervous voices in the audience, and he must have wondered what was going
on, because eventually he opened his eyes and looked around.  As soon as he
did, Lina quickly ran at him and kicked.  His scream mixed with some
screams in the audience, and then he gasped and sobbed as Lina took his
ankles from Tina and slowly lowered them.  He crumpled to the floor with
his hands around his crotch.

   When his gasping slowed, the host said, "Arthur, you're finished here.
Your wife is coming up to the stage.  Let's all hear it for Arthur.  He may
have been a disgusting cheater, but he's taken his punishment like a man.
And he's not done yet.

   "Some of our assistants are going to help him back to his room and lay
him on his back on the bed, and then leave.  He's still got a lot of Viagra
in his system, and usually the wife becomes so aroused by watching her
husband's punishment -- I see Arthur's wife nodding her head in agreement -
she spends much of the evening riding her husband to multiple orgasms. 
Some get even more excited as the friction on their husband's sore penises
and testicles causes them to scream with pain while the wives are screaming
with pleasure.

   "It may be a long night for Arthur, but tomorrow, when the rest of his
life begins, it will be much different.  His wife has committed to helping
him heal as fast as possible and then giving him more pleasure than he's
ever experienced, thanks to some techniques we've taught her.  So Arthur,
you can look forward to a lifetime of happiness, and I'm sure everyone in
the audience feels you've earned it." He turned to Arthur's wife, who was
sitting on the couch now and looking down at Arthur lying at her feet, and
he handed her his microphone.

   "Arthur," she said.  "I didn't think I could ever forgive you for what
you've done to me and the children.  But your embarrassment and humiliation
while you were telling your story made me think there is something human
and decent left inside of you.

   "What Tina and Lina did to you tonight did arouse me, and I'm looking
forward to our time alone now.  I promise I will never hurt your penis or
kick your testicles like that.  But I was thinking that once you've healed
and I've smothered you with pleasure, maybe sometimes, when the kids are
away and sleeping over with their grandparents or friends, maybe you'd let
me put you over my lap and...  Well, we can discuss that another time.  Now
I just want to take my man and prepare for a better life with him."

   Tina lifted Arthur up, and a couple of large men in shorts appeared. 
They carried him off the stage as his wife walked behind them.

   After Arthur and his wife left the stage, Mr.  Arbuthnot turned to his
wife.  Though the room was air conditioned, he saw she was glowing with
sweat, and her face was flush.  While he had been fidgeting as Arthur
wallowed in degradation and pain, his wife had gotten so excited that it
looked as though she had had an orgasm.

   Now she looked at him and said, "Are you ready to go up there?"

   "I'm not going up there," he told her.  "I'll admit everything to you in
private.  You know I didn't hurt you intentionally.  And I'm willing to
prove that I want to preserve our marriage.  But I can't go up there and
take what Arthur took.  When he first started talking, I had nothing but
contempt for him.  But after a while, I began admiring him.  He has more
guts than I'll ever have."

   "I don't think you understand," she said.  "If you go up there and
debase yourself and accept your punishment, I've promised to forgive you,
and I've committed to doing the disgusting things that you were doing with
your employees on a regular basis.  This is our chance to put our marriage
on the right path for the rest of our lives.

   "We both know when they hear your story, you'll get the max, maybe 50 or
60 swats and two or three of the other things.  You're telling me that you
aren't willing to accept that for the chance at a lifetime of happiness
together?"

   "You make it sound simple," he said.  "But it's not something logical. I
know you're the emotional one, and I'm the logical one.  But when it comes
to something like this, it's beyond logic.  My mind, my body, my feelings,
everything that I am tells me that I can't go up there.  And nothing you
can say will make me volunteer."

   "What if I tell you that it will be a lot worse if you don't go up?" she
said.  "What if I tell you I know some things that you don't know, and I
promise you that you would rather go up there now than face these things,
that these things are even more humiliating and maybe more painful, that
you will regret not taking this chance when you had it."

   "Even if my mind is telling me to believe you," he said, "I'm not going
up there." He hoped she couldn't tell that he didn't believe her, because
he couldn't think of anything worse she could do to him.  He hoped she
would accept his offer and leave this horrible exhibition.  But she didn't.

   "Suit yourself," she said.  "You're going to be sorry." She turned to
the stage again, where another man was starting his trembling confession.
She didn't say another word until it was nearly midnight and there were
only 12 men left.  All of them were looking at the others, but none of them
was moving.  One of the women was screaming at her husband to get on stage,
but he was frozen.

   "This looks like your last chance, Arthur" she said to him, but he
didn't respond.

   The host said, "Gentlemen, it's been five minutes already.  Unless one
of you comes forward in one more minute, we're going to have to end the
evening.  When you're flying home after the bullfight tomorrow, I can
almost guarantee you're going to regret not coming up here."

   A minute later Mr.  Arbuthnot and the other 11 men walked out of the
meeting room silently with their wives.

   Back in their room, the silence continued as they went to bed.  Both Mr.
and Mrs.  Arbuthnot were worn out by the emotions of the evening, and they
fell asleep right away.



   They were awakened by a knock on the door.  Mr.  Arbuthnot answered it.
He thought he had put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle last night,
but maybe he forgot.  He opened it slightly to tell the maid to come back
later, and three women pushed in past him.

   Before he knew what was happening, one was closing the door behind them
and one had dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled down his
briefs, which was the only thing he was wearing.  He felt hands fondling
his package for a few seconds, and then the woman stood up, and she and the
others began moving into him with their bodies, pushing him toward the
loveseat.  When the four of them arrived at the loveseat together, he was
pushed down onto it and one of them squeezed down next to him on either
side.  Both held onto one of his arms tightly, and when he tried to get up,
he found he couldn't move.

   He looked up and saw his wife sitting on the bed watching them, and then
he looked at the three women.

   One of the ones holding him was Tina from last night, dressed in a
different uniform, green hospital scrubs.  The other two were dressed the
same way.  He noticed they weren't as good looking as Tina but were even
more powerfully built.

   The one not holding him raised her hand to his mouth and forced
something into it and then wrapped something around his head.  He felt a
ball in his mouth, and when he tried to speak, all he heard were muffled
noises.

   The standing woman began talking to him very quickly in a low monotone.
He strained to understand what she was saying.

   "We don't have much time, Mr.  Arbuthnot," she said, "so please listen
carefully.  The ball gag will be removed once we get to the bullfight, so
don't waste any breath now.  You will be allowed to talk or yell all you
want later.

   "If you look down, you'll see that I wrapped a string around your balls
and tied it with a slip knot, like a Yo-Yo.  This is for your safety.  We
want to make sure you don't do anything to hurt yourself when we walk down
the halls or prepare you in the dressing room.  The string is thin but
strong.  Watch Tina pull on it slowly.  See how she's pulling your balls
forward between your legs.

   "If you don't follow directions, Tina will begin pulling and continue
until you are reminded.  She doesn't want to hurt you, but she's been given
permission by your wife to pull until your balls are ripped from your body.
Don't worry.  That's never happened yet, not even by accident.  If such an
accident occurs, we have a doctor on staff who will sew you up so you won't
bleed to death, although your balls will be traumatized and might be of no
further use.  Now let's get going.  Don't worry about your wife.  You'll
see her in the dressing room."

   The two women sitting next to him got up.  He felt a tug at his balls
and jumped up.  As they began walking to the door, the string around his
balls tightened, and he hurried to follow them.  They increased their pace
while walking down the hall and he almost had to run to keep from feeling
the string pulling.

   They entered a large carpeted locker room.  It looked like the hotel's
health spa.  He saw six of the men from last night, each with a woman in
scrubs standing next to him.  The men were naked, too, and he saw that each
man was connected to a string being held by one of the women.  The other
two women who walked with him left, and then Tina, who was holding the
string, led him to the other men.  Soon they were joined by five other men.
Then he realized that the 12 men who had not gone onstage last night were
all there in the locker room.

   A large woman in scrubs came out of the shower area and began speaking.
"We're sorry we had to wake you up at 8 a.m., gentlemen, but it's going to
take a little while to clean you up for the bullfight.  No, Mr.  Smith,
it's no good trying to yell.  We can't hear anything through the gag.

   "First comes breakfast.  It's a liquid breakfast, because we have to
pour it through the gag.  Do you see that plug in the front of each gag? 
It covers up the hole.  When we open it, we'll pour 12 ounces of rich,
sugary meal replacement in, because you're going to need the energy.  We'll
pour very slowly so you can swallow without choking.  Ready ladies?"

   She handed each woman a cup, and the women raised the cups up to the
hole and pulled out the plug to begin pouring.  Some of the men tried to
say something before the liquid covered their mouths.  Some of them kept
their mouths closed until the large woman in charge came over and squeezed
their noses shut with her thumb and finger.  When they could no longer hold
their breath and opened their mouths, she let go of their noses as the
liquid poured in.

   Mr.  Smith was shifting rapidly from foot to foot, and his head was
whipping from side to side.  The large woman yelled toward the shower room
and two other women in scrubs came out and went to Mr.  Smith.  One of them
hugged him tightly while the other began stroking him softly and making a
soothing sound, as if she were petting her dog.  Once they got him calmed
down, he was given his liquid.

   When all the men had finished their breakfast, Mr.  Arbuthnot noticed
other women were coming into the room who were wearing resort clothing. 
All had on short sleeved T-shirts or similar tops.  He was startled to see
his wife among them.  She was dressed the same way.  She looked around for
a moment and then focused on him.

   The large woman began speaking again.  "You've probably noticed all your
ladies are here with us now," she said.  "We gave them a choice, and all of
them decided to help us get you cleaned up and prepared for the bullfight.
The first thing we have to do is get your insides clean, and then you'll go
into the showers to clean your outsides.  Please get down on your hands and
knees."

   Some of the men didn't move at first, but after a few tugs on the
strings they were all on the floor.  "Now put your heads on the carpet and
bring your knees in to raise your rears," said the woman.  "OK, ladies,
they are ready.  Come over here and pick up your enema kits and jars of
lubricant.  First, you stick a finger, just one, into the lube paste and
then carefully push some lube into your man.  Try to get as much as you can
inside and push three gobs in.  Those tubes are going deep, and we don't
want anyone getting hurt.

   "That's good.  Only one finger, ladies, please.  Now take the tubes and
begin inserting them.  Don't force them.  If you come across an obstacle,
pull them out a little so they get more greased up and then wiggle them as
you push them back in slowly.  Easy does it.

   "When they have gone as far as they can go, and you start feeling some
resistance that doesn't respond to the wiggling, stop pushing immediately.
If we see any blood, your man is done for the day.  That's good.  You
ladies know how to be tender.  OK, now there are only six stalls, so the
first six ladies will now open their spigot.  There's a strong stimulant
dissolved in it, so we should see action quickly.

   Mr.  Arbuthnot looked over and watched as the six men who had been
filled began shaking and squirming.

   "All right ladies, you've done well," said the big woman.  "You don't
have to take them to the stalls.  We'll take care of that." The women
holding the strings led the men into the shower area.  The men were
twisting and shaking as they almost ran ahead of the women.  The showers
had been turned on, so all that was heard was the sound of running water.
Slowly the six men returned.  All were breathing hard and grimacing.

   "All right, let's get the second six going," said the large woman, "and
let's get the first six ready for the second cleansing." Mr.  Arbuthnot
felt liquid floating into his bowels.  He turned around and saw his wife
watching the enema float into him.  Within a minute, he realized how strong
the chemical was, and the minute his wife pulled the tube out, he jumped up
and moved toward the stalls.  His bowels continued to spasm long after
everything came out and Tina had washed him off in the showers.

   She led him out and pushed him down to his hands and knees again, and
then he felt his wife's finger pushing more lube into him and the tube
being inserted again.

   Once all the men had gone through the uncomfortable process twice, they
were thoroughly washed by the women attendants and then rinsed in the
showers and dried.  They stood there until the last man came from the
showers, and the woman began speaking again.

   "Now that you're all clean, I want you to take your towels and put them
on these benches and sit down.  Before the bullfight begins, your ladies
are going to pleasure you.

   "Part of your breakfast was a strong dose of Viagra.  I see some of you
have already begun responding to it.  Ladies, begin stroking.  Gentlemen,
the Viagra should keep you hard as rock for the next two hours.  Good,
ladies.  Here's what we need to do.  Keep stroking steadily, and you can
play with his balls, too.  When you see he's almost ready to come, slow
down and stop.  Don't let him get too close or he may go out of control. 
We don't want that.  When you stop, wait until he's wilted a little.  He's
not going to go all the way down because of that Viagra.  But in a few
minutes, he'll be calmed down.  When you see that, start up again.  Be
careful, because the second time, he'll move ahead much faster.  So be
ready to stop quickly as soon as you sense he's getting near again.

   "After a while, you will see the men responding more violently.  They
may even try to thrust into your hands.  It's because their sperm is now
impatient to get out and causing both frustration and pain in their crotch.
That's what we're looking for, and once we see that every man is there,
we're almost ready for the bullfight."

   It didn't take long for Mr.  Arbuthnot to begin pushing into his wife's
hands.  All his fear and dread about what was happening was gone.  There
was only one thing left in his brain: He had to find a way to get release.
He looked at her pleadingly and saw her smile demurely in response.  She
was enjoying his agony."

   Finally, the large woman said, "OK, ladies and gentlemen, you can all
relax now.  I think we're ready.  Let me tell the gentlemen about the
bullfight.

   "Gentlemen, or should I say bulls, you are the stars in the bull ring
today, and the ladies will be our matadors.  Before we all go out to the
ring, you will be filled up with liquid one more time, but there will be a
difference this time.

   "What your wives will fill you with is healthy canola oil.  We're trying
to get more than twice as much oil volume into you as we did enema liquid.
Your stomachs may swell up so much that you look pregnant.  There won't be
any chemicals in the oil, so at first you'll feel more discomfort than
urgency.

   "When you're stuffed with oil, we'll all walk out to the bullring, which
is about 10 feet in diameter and on a platform that's about three feet
high, close to waist high for most of the ladies.

   "Each of you will climb into the ring, which has a thick rubber pad on
the bottom.  Around the ring are two strong padded ropes, attached to
padded poles, that circle the ring.  The first rope is two feet above the
mat floor, and the second is two feet above that.  If you can escape
between the ropes, the bullfight is over for you and you can go back to
your rooms and prepare for the trip to the airport.

   "The only thing preventing your escape will be your ladies and the other
bulls.  Your ladies will be all around the ring, and as matadors, they will
be working to finish you off, which means stabbing you with their swords.
Don't worry, their swords are not sharp, just their hands, which they will
taper by pushing their fingers together so they can stab you in your anus.
Once they have used their swords to stab inside you, they may form fists so
the swords don't come out.  But that's up to them.  Everything is freestyle
in this bullfight.  Some of them may be able to push their hands further so
their arms are inside you, too.  Usually some women with slim arms manage
to push arms all the way to the elbow or even the shoulder.  Others will
enjoy moving their hands and fists in and out as fast as they can.  Some
may even try to get two hands or two fists inside.  It's all up to them.

   "To escape his woman, each man will have to fight not only her but also
the other bulls.  He'll have to crawl, slide, push or pull past the others,
who will be trying to do the same thing.  It will get slippery out there as
some of the lubricant inside you begins to squirt out.  And some come will
be squirting if you rub against the other men enough to set you or them
off. The Viagra and the exercise you just completed is designed to
facilitate that.

   "Today is an unusual day, because generally there is only one woman to
every man.  But Mrs.  Arbuthnot has graciously agreed to share her man with
his employees, so they will take turns, and each one will get five minutes
to get her sword into him.  Gentlemen, the only advice I can give you is to
keep moving as much as you can if you don't want your anus painfully
stretched wide and your insides ravaged by the swords.

   "It will all be over in an hour and a half, and then you and your lady
will be on your way to the airport.  You'll have a lot to talk about on
your flight home.

   "We're also recording all the action with five cameras.  Two of them
will be on tripods shooting down at the action, and three of them will be
moving around the bullring with our lady videographers.  They'll be
shooting a lot of closeups of both your faces and your asses.  I think
that's all.  Ladies, here are the jugs of lubricant to load up your men
with.

   When the women were finished and the men were pulled to their feet, Mr.
Arbuthnot saw that all of them, including him, had big bellies.  He felt
stuffed like a turkey and had to move around to keep from getting cramps.

   Then the women went to work with their hands at the men's crotches and
soon the men were breathing deeply as their penises stood straight out from
under their enlarged bellies.  In a line, they were marched to the bull
ring outside the health club, and male attendants lifted them up into the
ring.  When Mr.  Arbuthnot emerged into the daylight, he heard loud cheers
ahead of him as he walked slowly with his engorged penis waving in front of
him.

   When he got to the ring, he saw his employees a few feet beyond the
ring. They were jumping up and down and cheering loudly, repeating
"Arbuthnot" over and over.  He tried to stay calm and think about what he
was going to do.

   The men were all standing inside the round ring now, and one of the
attendants went to each man and removed his gag.  None of them took the
opportunity to yell.  They were all looking around fearfully and trying to
stand as far from the next man's engorged penis as possible.  Mr. 
Arbuthnot was holding onto one of the ropes and looking around.  He saw
there was plenty of space in the ring for him to move around to avoid his
wife or his employees.  What now?  he wondered.  Then he saw the women's
eyes turn upward.

   He looked where they were looking and saw above the ring a thick round
disk made of wood with heavy padding underneath.  It was the exact size of
the ring and it was slowly descending toward the ring.  That's when Mr. 
Arbuthnot and most of the other men began to panic.  Most of them grabbed a
rope and held on as the disk moved lower and lower.

   It touched the top of their heads and kept moving slowly, pushing their
heads down.  As they were being pushed down, they began taking up more
space and pushing into each other.  A scramble started as each man tried in
vain to keep from being touched by the other men.  Some of them spread
their legs trying to keep their balance, and Mr.  Arbuthnot heard squiting
sounds as lubricant was squeezed out of some of the men onto the mat
underneath them.  As he was being pushed down, he had to move his feet and
he slipped on the slimy lubricant and fell, still holding onto the rope. 
He felt some fingers prying his own fingers off the rope, and then he slid
all the way down, and another man slid on top of him.  Mr.  Arbuthnot
looked up to see who had pulled his fingers free, and there was his wife
smiling at him.  "I don't want you to get hurt, so I'm going first and
last," she said.  "Before the ladies get their hands in you, I want to open
you up a little."

   Now the sounds in the ring grew louder.  There was the squirting sound
as more lubricant was forced out from the bloated stomachs being pressed
against other body parts.  Soon most of them were covered with the slippery
liquid from head to foot.  There were angry voices as the men pushed at
each other, trying in vain to keep their bodies separate.  There were
groans as the women's hands began reaching into ring and pushing between
their men's cheeks.  There were sharp cries and frantic gasps as some of
the hands found their goal.  There were painful moans as the hands pushed
into them when the men weren't able to claw away through the other men fast
enough.  And then there were agonized screams when the fists pushed past
the resistance and buried themselves inside the men.

   Mr.  Arbuthnot felt a finger pushing between his cheeks.  It got all the
way inside before he lunged away, but a second later, there were two
fingers inside him.  He twisted his body sideways and dislodged the
fingers, but in doing that, he slid underneath a large man, and the man's
weight pressed down on him, squeezing his stomach.  He felt lubricant come
out of him and pour down between his butt cheeks.

   Then another body slammed into him as one of the other men attempting to
evade a woman's fingers fell on him.  This man's crotch was pushed against
him, and he felt the man's member poking hard into his right buttock before
it was bent back and slid away on the lubricant.  "Perfect," he heard his
wife saying from behind him.  "It's really long and thick, but not as thick
as a fist.  It should open you up enough so you don't get hurt."

   She grabbed the large doubled-over penis and began pulling it back over
Mr.  Arbuthnot's buttocks.  Then she pulled the man away until his penis
unfolded.  She aimed it between Mr.  Arbuthnot's cheeks.  It wanted to
slide away again, but this time her hand was holding the penis tightly
close to its end and sliding it slowly down Mr.  Arbuthnot's crack.

   Mr.  Arbuthnot felt the thing pushing and tried to move his body, but it
was stuck under the weight of the man.  Then he felt the end of the man's
penis reach his anus.  Now it wasn't sliding anymore, just pushing, and it
felt as huge as a baseball bat.

   His wife let go of the penis and then grabbed his cheeks and pulled. 
Her hands slipped free twice because of the grease, but finally she
succeeded in prying his cheeks open.  She tried to hold them apart.  Maybe
that stimulated his anus, because it unvoluntarily spasmed and squirted out
some lubricant.  That slight opening for a split second allowed the huge
thing pushing at him to enter, and Mr.  Arbuthnot screamed.  Once it was
inside, the lubricant helped it glide deeper.  He felt like he was
splitting open.  Eventually, he felt the man's balls on his ass and it was
as far as it could go.  He tried to adjust to it, but he couldn't because
the pain interfered with his concentration.

   Then the hands pulling his cheeks apart were removed.  "I think I can
grab him around the waist and help the two of you consummate," said his
wife's voice.  He felt the man pulling out of him, and it felt worse than
when he had pushed into him.  Now the man's tool was pushing back in.  The
man wasn't doing anything.  Mr.  Arbuthnot's wife was using him as a human
dildo, pulling and pushing him.  "He's heavy," she said out of breath, but
she kept the motion going, and then he heard her say, "At last!" as the
movement in and out of him started to increase in tempo.  The Viagra and
the friction had taken over and the man was now rocking his pelvis and
attacking Mr.  Arbuthnot's rear without any help.  As the man got more
excited, his tempo increased and Mr.  Arbuthnot squirmed and twisted trying
to escape the agony.  When the man began to slam into him with all his
might, Mr.  Arbuthnot's mouth opened wide and he gulped for air in between
screams.  Finally, there was a huge, painful thrust deep into him, and he
felt the man's semen spurt out inside him.

   "That's going to look great on the video," said his wife.  "I think
you're ready for the girls now.  I'll see you later." Here's Miss Gayley."

   "Wow!  Mr.  Arbuthnot," she said, putting her face close to his outside
the bull ring, "I just about came watching you and your boyfriend.  It gave
me an idea.  I see another guy right next to you who hasn't come yet. 
Let's see what I can do."

   He saw her hands reach in and grab the man and begin pulling him
forwards, backwards and sideways until his crotch was lined up with Mr. 
Arbuthnot's face and the man's hard tool was pushed across her boss's right
cheek past his ear.  She pried the man's body back until she could move the
tool like his wife had.  But this time the tool was lined up with Mr. 
Arbuthnot's mouth.  When she let go of the man's body, it was forced back
against Mr.  Arbuthnot, and the penis pushed at his lips.  He closed his
teeth tightly and pursed his lips to keep it out.

   For more than a minute, he held off the invader, but then another man
shifted below him and accidentally slammed right into Mr.  Arbuthnot's
testicles.  He screamed in pain, but it was a short scream, because as soon
as his mouth opened the penis forced its way in, nearly gagging him as it
pushed almost into his throat.  It was a thick penis, and he tried to move
his head back to get it out of his mouth.  Then he felt two hands around
his head.  First they pulled his head back until the penis was almost out,
but then they pushed it forward until the penis was hitting the back of his
throat again.  He looked up to see Miss Gayley holding his head and
laughing.  She kept moving his head back and forth, and Mr.  Arbuthnot kept
trying to get out of her clutches.  He felt a finger enter him again, then
two fingers.  He began trying to move his lower body to get away from the
fingers, but then he noticed the penis inside his mouth was starting to
jerk as his mouth moved back and forth on it.  He tried to open his mouth
wider so there would be less friction, but the penis seemed to get wider,
too.  He felt a third finger enter his rear, then a fourth.  The fingers
began to move quickly in and out of him and he felt them get slightly wider
as the thumb was tucked into them.  They were giving a little extra push
each time they entered him, adding pressure against his opening.  He didn't
know what to do first, and then it was too late.  The thick penis in his
mouth suddenly stopped jerking and a moment later ejaculated an enormous
amount of sperm into Mr.  Arbuthnot's mouth.  It gushed in so fast that
some of it went up his nose as well as down his throat.  He choked and
tried again to get his head free of Miss Gayley hands, but she kept moving
his head back and forth on the penis.  Then he felt his ass explode in
pain. The hand that had been pushing into his hole had forced its way in
and was into him all the way to the wrist.

   He tried to move away from it, but the hand moved with him.  He turned
his head to look behind him and saw a woman watching her hand between his
buttock cheeks.  She pursed her lips and squeezed her eyebrows together as
he felt the hand pushing deeper inside.  He was in agony and began to groan
loudly around the penis in his mouth, which was getting softer but still
leaking foul tasting cum.  Finally she stopped, and he looked back to see
that she was in beyond her elbow.  For the first time, she looked at him
and was shocked.  "You're not my husband!" she shrieked.  "Sorry." She
pulled her hand out of him slowly.

   "Don't feel bad," he heard Miss Gayley said.  "No harm, no foul." He saw
her move next to the woman, and a second after the woman's hand was pulled
free of him, Miss Gayley's hand took its place.  "Your turn, Mr. 
Arbuthnot," she said as she slowly began pushing in.  When she began
pulling out, he felt as though she was pulling his guts out.  She had made
her hand into a fist, and when it finally came loose, she gave a squeal of
delight and said, "You should see how big your hole is.  I don't think the
rest of the girls will have much difficulty getting into it.  Bye.  I'll
see you at the airport.  I'm going to give the rest of my time to Miss
Quickly."

   The rest of the next hour and a half were painful repeats and variations
for Mr.  Arbuthnot.  His employees were very cooperative, and when one of
them hadn't managed to get her sword in during her 15 minutes, another one
who did it in five minutes donated the rest of her time.  Each one
eventually got in at least to the wrist, and some of them much further. 
All of them remembered to tell him, "Your turn, Mr.  Arbuthnot."

   When his wife's second turn came, she began by plunging one hand into
the mixture of lubricant and come inside him.  She cupped her hand and
pulled some of the mixture out and fed it to her husband by pinching his
nose and waiting until his mouth opened.  Inside his mouth, she wiped her
fingers against his tongue.

   Then she was back at his rear, pushing one hand in up to the elbow.  But
she didn't stop there.  When time was up, she was in all the way to her
bicep and still pushing.  She had to stop, but she balled her hand into a
fist and slowly pulled it out as he screamed and then collapsed and lost
consciousness.



   On the plane, she did all the talking as he slumped against the window.

   "The nurse who examined all the bulls after the bullfight told me you
are fine.  Nothing was torn inside, only some bruising.  Your anal muscles
have already begun contracting back to normal.  I have some cream to help
you heal, but it will be a pain to walk for a maybe a week or two.

   "The Pleasure Island people told me I'd receive the Blu-Ray DVDs in
about two weeks.  There will be a professionally edited video of the entire
bullfight, with music and the most exciting moments, which they call
highlights.  I heard that both your oral and anal episodes with the other
men made it into the highlights.

   "I've invited your ladies over for the world premiere on our 60-inch
flat TV.  I was thinking about what your hole looked like when I pulled my
fist at the end.  The closeup on our TV will probably be huge.  I'll let
you know what night I'm showing it.  You can join us for a fun evening with
popcorn, but I'll understand if you'd rather go someplace else until they
leave.  It could be a long night, because I paid extra to get a second disk
that contains every minute that any part of your body showed up on any of
the cameras.  We hope that each member of your staff will get to see
herself with you.

   "I'm keeping the only copy to make sure that it doesn't get out of our
house, but I promised the ladies that I'd think about an annual viewing
night on the anniversary of the bullfight.

   "I've been chatting with them, and you'll be happy to hear that you
won't have to give up your perverted Friday fetish festivals.  They told me
how disgusting and painful their sessions with you were, and I told them I
would see to it that you compensated them the same without their having to
submit to you.  But they said that the arrangement was working so well, and
they didn't want to take any chances by changing it, because you were
highly motivated to make sure they received bonuses, and when there were
workforce reductions, you always fought to keep them at full strength.  If
your motivation weren't as strong, they might end up being affected.  So
they are fine with being degraded by you three times a year.  But one thing
they told me will require a change on your part.  From now on, you will be
making a schedule, so each woman can prepare for her Friday night agony in
advance.

   "I think this more that fulfills the commitment I made on the island to
your future pleasure.  I was prepared to do that disgusting stuff myself if
you had taken your punishment on the first night, but now I won't have to,
because they will be my surrogates.  Now let me tell you what else I plan
to do.

   "First, I will continue my wifely duties as I've always done, make a
good home for you, raise our children and give you the love and care that
you insulted with your cheating.  I promised this to the Pleasure Island
people, and I'll keep my promise, although it will be hard at first.

   "But there will be some extra pleasure for me, too.  On some Fridays,
after you've called one of your women to work late, I might be calling you
to tell you I'm coming over, too.  I'll watch what you do to the woman and
might even take notes to see whether I can adapt some of the things.  After
you've finished, it will be my turn.  Maybe I'll have the woman stay and
help me.  She'll have plenty of motivation because I understand when you're
done with them, the women are emotional wrecks.

   "Our adventure on Pleasure Island has opened my eyes.  You wouldn't
believe how many orgasms I had watching the men on Saturday night, and
watching the bullfight was even better.  The biggest one of all came when I
got to degrade you myself.  Since then, my mind has been full of new ideas
and the logistics of how I could do them to you at your office.

   "I'm too busy with the family to do this every week, so our sessions at
your office will be irregular.  I may not know until the last minute.

   "I told the ladies that I'd love to watch you with a man on some of
those Fridays.  They saw a problem with that, because, as they correctly
pointed out, as soon as things get out of the department, there's always a
chance for trouble.  I said, what if we found a guy who was good at quality
control and what if someone was promoted and you hired the first man ever
for your department?

   "They told that wouldn't work, because you would probably be more
homophobic than ever now, and the man would never be called to work late on
Friday, so some of them would have to pick up the slack and end up
servicing you four times a year instead of three.

   "But then I asked the ladies what if I would agree to call you on some
Fridays and tell you to postpone whichever one of them was to be with you
and to have the man join us instead.  That night I would watch the man
doing you and maybe even help him.  And none of them would have to stay
late.

   "The man would have to enjoy using you enough to be willing to change
his plans on some Fridays, but if we could find someone like that, I told
the ladies that each time I asked for him, it would mean one less turn for
them.  Once I showed them the numbers on paper, they understood, and now
they are working on putting together a list of men for you to hire the next
time one of them leaves.  That way if the first choice is no longer
available, there will be plenty of others to choose from.

   "We agreed on the criteria.  First, for them, he has to have a good
resume and excellent recommendations as a hard worker who learns quickly
and is a team player.  They said he didn't have to have experience in
quality control, because they would be willing to put in extra hours to
bring him up to their level since it would pay off for them with less
Friday nights they had to spend with you.

   "For me, they are looking for someone young and easy to look at.  He can
be short or tall, but be must be much stronger than you, so I can watch him
overpower you when you resist.  He's got to be either gay or bi, really
aggressive and able to recover quickly so he can do you at least three
times on a Friday night.  And he's got to have the right measurements.

   "I decided that when he's fully aroused, he should be as thick as my
hand, or at least close to it.  Because I want him to open you enough that
I can put at least one hand in you after his thing comes out.  Ever since
Pleasure Island, I've been eager to do that again, and I'd even like to
work on two hands.

   "In addition to width, the man's thing will have to be really long.  I'd
like for it to be as long as my arm, but I know that's impossible.  One of
my other goals is to get both arms into you all the way to my shoulders. 
I'd seen women to that to men on the Internet.  Even if I never get there,
the journey will be fun.  And I plan to chronicle it on video.

   "Don't ask me how the girls are going to find men like this and make
sure they measure up, but they said they had all sorts of ideas, and they
would pay for ads on Craig's List and other sites from their own money
because they were so excited about getting extra Friday nights off.  I
promised them I'd share all my videos of you, me and the man with them."

   "I also promised them one more thing that they really got a kick out of.
On Friday afternoons, when you hear the phone ring and pick it up, you'll
know you are in for a special night when you hear my voice say, "Your turn,
Mr.  Arbuthnot." 

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