Fitness Freak Ordeal

Chapter 6   Very Best Friend Jill

      “Marnie, are you okay?” woke me from the deep exhausted sleep I’d fallen into after the FBI departed.  It was accompanied by a loud knocking on the glass slider.

     I stumbled out of bed half awake shouting, “Coming, Jill.”  There was a deck right outside my bedroom that looked out on the lake.  As soon as I parted the drapes and slid the slider open, the afternoon sun flooded the room temporarily blinding me.  “Come in,” I said as I rushed back to the bed and collapsed into a ball.

     Jill Fraser and her husband Lenard lived next door.  She and I met after we moved in.  We shared an interest in health and fitness and quickly became best friends.  She was a gym bunny like me but a little more laid back, not near as intense.  Last month, we’d gone to Las Vegas together.  Jill helped me with the costume changes during the Fitness America competition.

     Lenard also became good friends with my husband.  They golfed and fished together most weekends.  The four of us got together at least once a week either at the club or in each other’s home.  They’d both been there for me after Dan was killed.  I couldn’t have made it through the memorial ceremony without the two of them

     “Jesus, Marnie, what did the FBI want,” asked Jill picking up the strap on harness still fitted with the Annihilator Missile?  She hefted the giant dildo looking suitably impressed.  Who wouldn’t be?  I certainly was when Alice was reaming me out with it.  It felt like my eyes bugged out each time she slammed the mushroom head against the wall of my cervix. 

     “Christ, I should have put those away,” I said glancing around the bedroom.  My collection of sex toys was scattered around the bed.  Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, and half empty tubes of lubricant were visible.  The weighted alligator nipple clamps were lying on the floor by the bed.  The drawers of my bed table were half open displaying the rest of my inventory.  Jill knows I’m a neat freak.  The bedroom was an uncharacteristic mess due to my bull dyke FBI agent, Alice Magnuson.

      “You used these with the FBI,” asked an incredulous Jill noting that the surface of the dildo was coated with dried lubricant.  

      “Yes, I fucked Alice with that after she fucked me,” I confessed.  I didn’t know what else to say so I curled up in a fetal position and started to cry.  Jill sat down on the bed and took me in her arms and held me as I let go.  Dan’s death, gang rape by Sergei’s goons, and Alice and Larry’s twelve hours of sexual abuse had been too much for me.  I needed a good cry.

     I stopped after a while.  Jill went to the kitchen to make us some tea.  It was after she returned with a steaming pot of chamomile that I found the courage to tell her an abbreviated version of what happened.

      “Do you believe me,” I asked?  My tale had sounded so incredible in the retelling I had trouble believe it was real.

      “Yes, of course, one reason I wanted to talk to you is that I’ve recently learned some things that I felt you should know,” said Jill.     

      “I thought Dan loved me.  How could he do this and leave me to face the consequences?” I said.

      “Twenty million is a lot of money,” said Jill. 

      “I know.  Last year his business took in less than fifteen million all year.  It’s ridiculous.  I just can’t believe Dan would run off and leave me to be raped and tortured, and maybe killed.”

      “Dan wasn’t quite what he seemed,” said Jill.  “That was what I was going to tell you last night.  But just as I was coming out my door, I saw those two FBI agents arrive.  So I decided to wait.  I didn’t know what to think when I woke up this morning and their car was still in your driveway.”

      “It was bizarre.  FBI Agent Alice Magnuson is the first woman I’ve had sex with since college,” I said. “She was an out and out dyke with no limits. Her partner, Agent Tyson had the largest cock I’ve ever had inside me.”

      “Largest than this,” asked Jill holding up the Annihilator Missile?

      “Almost as large,” I said.

      “You should have invited me over,” said Jill laughing.

      “My pussy is so sore it hurts to walk.  Alice took me anally with that thing while Agent Tyson filled my pussy.  They must have thought I was hollow inside.  I hope my plumbing still works,” I said.  “So what were you going to tell me?”

      “Show you is more like it. Let’s got into the entertainment center,” said Jill.   “You’re going to be shocked out of your mind.”

    

***

     “This is where I got tysoned,” I said looking at the mess we’d made that morning.  I was facing a good four hours of intense cleaning.  There were semen and lubricant stains on my beautiful leather sofa.  Hardcore porn DVD’s were scattered over the occasional table.  I unconsciously reached down and grabbed my crotch when I recalled how it felt when Agent Tyson plowed his manhood into my vagina.

     “Tysoned,” questioned Jill?

     “His name was Larry Tyson.  Alice said that if you saw a girl walking bowlegged around the Hover Building in DC, everyone would say she got tysoned,” I said as I plopped down on the sofa.  “I thought his cock head was going to come out my mouth.”

     Jill had a thing for large penises.  She claimed her Lenard was a nine by five.  “You should have called me.  You know I love big cocks.  How big was it?”

     “I don’t know.  Alice said it was thirteen inches but that sounds unlucky and ridiculous,” I said.

     “How thick?” asked Jill.

     “I don’t know.  It felt like it was splitting me apart,” I said.  “But having Larry’s cock and the Annihilator Missile in me at the same time was the worst.”

      “Taking this baby up the ass would get any girl’s attention,” said Jill brandishing the dildo and harness that for reasons unknown she had brought from the bedroom.  I got the impression she intended to ask me to use it on her at the next opportunity.

      I sipped my tea and relaxed as Jill inserted the DVD in the player.  The disc wasn’t labeled meaning it was a home made production.  At this point, I need to clue the reader in on Jill and Lenard’s sex life.

      They were into heavy BDSM with lots of what they called, “edge play.”  When Dan and I first met them, they floated the idea of our joining them but Dan and I politely refused.  I might have been interested but Mr. Straight Arrow Daniel Wagner declared there was no way he was willing to engage in wife swapping or any form of fetishism.  Surprisingly, that didn’t prevent us from becoming friends with the Frasers.  We became, in their terms, their very best vanilla friends.

      Their finished basement which ran the footprint of the house was a fully equipped dungeon.  They’d taken us on a tour of the place back when they were lobbying for us to join them.  It was impressive with several expensive looking pieces of equipment.  Lenard was a cardiac surgeon and had the wherewithal to purchase whatever caught his fancy. 

      They often participated in the lifestyle and Jill wasn’t shy about telling me what transpired.  About once a month a dozen cars would arrive at midnight and not leave until dawn.  Jill told me the play parties were very intense and it was a good thing the basement was soundproof.  After one, she showed me the raised welts on her back and butt.  Jill was submissive and Lenard dominant but she said she usually played with other dominants when they were hosting the parties.  She replied, “Of course,” when I asked if play included intercourse.

      Once we reached an understanding with Jill and Lenard, that neither sex nor BDSM would be part of our friendship, we settled down into a normal relationship.  Sex became a non issue.  The fact that Jill had hung on to the Annihilator Missile struck me as uncharacteristic.

      “This will blow your socks off,” said Jill taking a seat beside me as the screen flickered to life.

      “Christ, I don’t believe it,” I said staring at the screen where my leather clad husband had just touched a forked tip cattle prod to the erect penis of a young man.  The crotch of Dan’s leather pants was missing and he had a hard on that was maintained by a cock ring.  A metal cylinder encased his scrotum stretching his balls to the max.  This wasn’t the husband I knew.

      Dan laughed as the moved the tip of the prod to different sensitive areas and pressed the button.  Some kind of a shiny metal gag held the man’s mouth open.  I winced as Dan placed the forked tip on the man’s tongue.  He hesitated a moment, asked Lenard to watch, and then released the voltage.  The man screamed as he struggled against the restraints binding him to the St. Andrews’ Cross in the Fraser’s basement dungeon.

      “I’ve had that done to me.  You can feel the electricity traveling down your throat all the way to your stomach,” said Jill.

     “I would never have thought Dan was capable of such a thing.  He always said love making should be gentle and never involve pain.  Although I begged him, he wouldn’t spank me,” I said.

     “Believe it, Marnie, that’s Dan, Lenard, and some woman I don’t know torturing a pair of college kids,” said Jill. 

     “What woman,” I asked only seeing the four of them.

     “You’ll see her in a minute.  She’s operating the camera,” said Jill stating the obvious I had missed.  Maybe the FBI fucked my brains out.

     The only female visible was a pretty young blonde bound nude across a whipping bench.  Lenard was applying a whip to her upturned backside which was covered in stripes and bleeding in places.  She screamed like a banshee every time the whip landed.  “College kids,” I asked?  “How did you get the disc?”

      “When we got back from Las Vegas, I could tell someone had played in our dungeon. Cleaning up the room is my responsibility. Things hadn’t been put back where I left them.  That made me suspicious but I ignored it.  I suppose I was in denial.  One of our hard and fast rules is that we only play together, no free lancing,” said Jill.  “The thought he’d had some slut over for an S&M session hurt too much to acknowledge.”

     “I’m surprised he made a video,” I said recalling that neither couple had expressed interest in video cameras.  In fact, Dan had a strong aversion to having his picture made.

      “What finally got me curious was that Lenard accidentally left his credit card bill on his desk, the one I’m never allowed to see.  He’d bought an expensive video camera. I was wondering why he took a course at the community college on video editing and then spent five hundred dollars on video software.  We have a strict no images of any kind rule that applies to all our BDSM parties,” said Jill.  “None of our S&M friends allow their parties to videoed.  It could lead to blackmail.”

      “I guess I’m not the only wife whose husband has secrets,” I said hugging Jill as on screen Dan was placing plastic clothes pins down the upper arm and arm pit of the man.  He whimpered each time Dan let the jaws snap shut.  “God that must hurt, how did you find the video?”

      “I got it off Lenard’s computer.  He thinks I’m too much of an idiot to do anything technical.  While I was cleaning, I found his password on a Post-it under his desk blotter.  After I signed on, I discovered he never emptied his Waste basket so I recovered a large video file he’d deleted.  After I restored the file, I played it back.  I was hurt he’d played without me, but I was shocked to find Dan with him.  I was going to tell you, but then Dan was killed in the explosion so I waited.  When you told me the FBI thought he might still be alive, I decided to show you the file,” said Jill.

      My mind was reeling as I watched my husband who was an avowed homophobe caress the boy’s cock as his tongue teased the piss slit before one more applying the prod.  The boy jerked and screamed but didn’t lose his erection.  Dan alternated between applying the probe to the boy’s cock and balls and providing him head.  There wasn’t any doubt that my gay bashing husband knew how to suck a cock.  “Any idea when this was made?”

      “Based on the file creation date, when you and I were in Las Vegas,” said Jill.

      “How do you know they’re college kids,” I asked?

      “I found Lenard’s email setting up their hookup.  The girl is Sarah Jayne Ryan, a junior at the University of Minnesota Duluth.  The boy is Roger Calvin Ward also a junior.  They aren’t exactly a couple in that they don’t live together or date.  But they get together when older dominants request a pair of submissives.  They belong to American Dungeon Society,” said Jill.

      “What’s that,” I asked?

      “A nationwide group dedicated to the BDSM lifestyle, Lenard and I are members.  According to the email, they are both Submissives with extremely high pain thresholds who like to be taken to the edge and kept there.  Other than being scarred, crippled, or killed they have no limits,” said Jill.

      “They seem so young.  What is Dan doing to him?” I said watching as Dan inserted a flexible probe in the male’s urethra.  The boy screamed and begged as the probe slid into his pee hole.  Based on how far it traveled, one end rested in his bladder.

      “It’s called electrical torture.  That’s a sparkler or urethra probe.  It’s not for the squeamish.  I’ve had one in my pee hole and it takes pain to a whole new level.  You feel like your piss in boiling in your bladder when they throw the switch.  Once I foolishly agreed to let one of Lenard’s friends who was into electro dominate me.  The bastard almost drove me insane,” said Jill.

      I watched as Dan secured the end of the probe around the under lip of the boy’s cock head.  I also recalled that the rendition DVD the FBI had shown me included electrical torture of a fiendish sort.  Once the sparkler was in place, Dan connected the wires to the control box and pushed a button for a few seconds then let go.  Roger Ward went bonkers.  His entire body contorted in pain then he screamed.  He begged Dan not to torture him again.   I watched as my husband inserted some kind of electrical device in his anus.  Next he separated his testicles and placed electrical stimulators around them.

      We watched as the two college kids were wired up and subjected to increasingly powerful shocks.  In spite of what must have been hellish pain, you could tell they were getting off on what was happening. “I’m astounded.  This isn’t the Dan I married,” I said watching Lenard and Dan torture those college kids, not that they didn’t ask for it.   The boy never lost his erection and the girl’s pussy was dripping.   

      “Lenard violated a rule about not playing without me knowing.  It bothers the shit out of me that I don’t know who the brunette is operating the camera.  Do you recognize her?” said Jill.

      “No, I’ve never seen her before,” I said.  The pain part of the session was apparently over.  The camera was no longer moving.  There were five people on a mat having sex.  The two college kids and the person Jill identified as the camerawoman.  She was a lean brunette with a head of long black curls and a very good figure.  She was wearing a strap on she was pounding into Dan’s ass while he sodomised the boy.

      “Surprised,” asked Jill when the DVD ended.

      “Stunned is more accurate.  I’ve told you that Dan wasn’t much into sex although he did ask me to buy that strap on and butt fuck him”

      “He took this up the ass,” asked Jill holding up the Annihilator?

      “No, I used a long thin dildo when I was fucking him,” I said.  “As soon as he got off, he curled up and went to sleep leaving me to get myself off.”

      “And I thought you guys were so straight and boring.  I mean sexually, of course,” said Jill.

      “With me, Dan was straight eight and very verbal about it.  Watching him suck cock makes me wonder if he has an evil twin,” I said.

      “Asking your wife to give it to you with a strap on is not exactly straight. Most people would consider it a little kinky,” said Jill looking at the Annihilator in a fashion that made me think she was about to suggest I use it on her. 

      “He got off big time when I sodomised him,” I said.

      “Listening to your rape stories and watching the DVD has got me worked up,” said Jill before turning my head toward her and kissing me softly.

      I figured what the hell and held the kiss adding a little tongue.  The idea of lesbian sex with Jill struck me as long overdue.  I’d been a good girl for my marriage’s sake.  Apparently, while I was following my marriage vows, Dan was off sucking dicks, fucking whores and practicing BDSM.  I’d been gullible and stupid.  He’d left me to face a very dangerous situation.

      Just as Jill and I were getting it on, I heard a noise from the back of the house then I heard Lenard shout, “Jill, Marnie, you here?”

      “Please, he can’t know we’ve got the DVD.  He’d kill me if he caught me spying on him,” said Jill turning off the DVD player.  She looked desperate making me question her relationship with her husband.  Playing submissive once a month is one thing.  Being scared shitless is another.

     I opened the DVD carrier, grabbed the disc, and pushed it under the couch right before Lenard rounded the corner.

      “What are you girls up to,” asked Lenard noting the presence of the Annihilator Missile on the coffee table?

      “Nothing,” said Jill looking nervous, like she was ready to blurt out the truth.  

      I made a decision to help her out.  Jill had always been a loyal friend and she needed my help.  “Nothing other than being horny as hell,” I said.

      “I can help you out there.  Scoot over,” said Lenard taking a seat between us.  “Wow, what’s this for?” asked Lenard picking up the Annihilator.

      “It’s a marital aid,” I said trying to look innocent as I placed my hand on his thigh.

      “Were you going to use it on Jill,” asked Lenard.

      “She certainly was,” said Jill jumping into the conversation.

      “I’d want to see that.  Marnie, I always figured you for a dominant.  Am I right?” said Lenard.

      “Possibly, but I’m not sure,” I said.

      “Would you like to find out,” asked Lenard.

      “Yes,” I said. 

      “What do you say the three of us go next door and let your dark side emerge,” said Lenard?

      “Who will be the submissive,” I asked?

      “That’s Jill’s job.  I can’t wait to see you fuck her with this baby,” said Lenard brandishing the Annihilator.

***

     “Bring your arm all the way back then come forward like this,” said Lenard demonstrating how to apply a flexible bamboo cane to Jill’s backside.  I’d already tried four different floggers, a bullwhip, and two types of tawses including an antique two tailed model from Scotland that set Jill on fire.

     Jill was vertically restrained in a square frame.  Her position resembled the famous drawing by Leonardo da Vinci. She was stretched tight.  Her feet barely reached the floor.

     My favorite was the cane but Lenard’s preference was for a flogger made from kangaroo leather that he had purchased in Brisbane. 

       “It’s the knots on the tips that made it special,” said Lenard as he applied the flogger to his wife’s bleeding backside.  He demonstrated the skin removing capability of Turks head knots along with the factoid they were first employed by the Ottomans during their siege of Vienna in 1529.  Each night during the siege, Suleiman the Magnificent positioned noble Viennese captives within earshot of the city’s defenders and whipped them to death using flogger tipped with those knots.  Knowing something of the history enriches the experience.  I peeled several patches of skin off Jill’s torso with the cruel whip.

       Her posterior from her knee pits to her shoulders was covered in welts most of which were put there by yours truly.  Lenard had been right.  I had a dominant side.  He kept proving it to me by sticking his fingers into my dripping wet pussy then transferring them to my mouth.  Each time I greedily licked off my cunt juice.  Jill had been right he had a huge cock and I was anxious for him to fuck me. 

      After watching the DVD of Dan, I was up for anything.  Once we had a very willing Jill in restraints we began with her breasts.

      Lenard could teach Agent Magnuson about how to hurt a woman’s boobs.  As soon as we got Jill stretched like a rubber band, he produced a pair of suction cups and hand pump.  He showed me how to use lubricant to create a vacuum seal over the areola then pump the flesh into the cup.  Based on Jill’s loud whimpers, she didn’t find that pain free.  Once her nipples were an inch long, he released the vacuum, grabbed the tip in a forceps and twisted until it resembled a corkscrew.  But it was what came next that really got Jill’s attention.  Alligator clamps with seriously sharp teeth were poised around the spiraled flesh.

      “Tell me you want the clamps, Cunt,” asked Lenard taking her nipple for another half turn as he pulled it further out?

      The skin was stretched so tight it appeared he was going to rip her nipple off.  Lenard had told me that getting the submissive to acquiesce in her torture was important psychologically.  By agreeing to the pain, the slave blames herself.

      “Please no, Lenard, it hurts too much,” said Jill her eyes glistening with moisture. 

      He slapped her so hard her head snapped to one side.  Saliva sprayed from her lips.

      “What do you say now, Cunt,” asked Lenard threatening to slap her again?

      “Please, Lenard, put them on my tits.  I deserve it,” said Jill between sobs.

      Lenard let me do the other nipple.  My heart beat faster and my breathe labored as Jill reacted to the pain I was causing her.  Once we applied the clamps, we added weights.  Two kilograms per tit stretched her boobs toward the floor.  We suctioned her clit until it looked like a boy’s dick.  It must have been a good three inches.  A twist to the ballooned flesh with a forceps drug an incredibly wail of pain from Jill.  Seconds later that was surpassed when I let the jagged teeth of an oversized alligator clamp bite on the spiraled nerve ganglia.  A kilogram of gravity stretched her most sensitive fresh toward the floor. 

     The woman was really hurting and I couldn’t keep from playing with my pussy.  Each time I slapped my open palm across my vulva, I climaxed.

       “Let me show you the Lennie mask.  I invented this in medical school,” said Lenard pulling a contraption out of a cabinet.   It looked complicated.

       “How does it work,” I asked?

      “First pee in this then spit in it,” said Lenard handing me an empty beaker I proceeded to fill with strong yellow.  I added a nice gob of spit. 

      As I watched Lenard tightly buckle a webbing of straps over Jill’s head, I poured the contents of the beaker into an IV bag Lenard handed me. 

      “It tightens in the back.  Give it a couple of turns,” said Lenard showing me the red know located at the back of her head.

      It was a fiendishly clever torture device.  The straps crisscrossed Jill’s face cutting into the flesh.  Her eyes bugged out.  Hooks inserted in her nostrils pulled them painfully toward her fore head.  There was a strange looking gag in her mouth that Lenard proceeded to pump up until Jill looked like a squirrel that had been out on a successful nut gathering foray.  Finally, Lenard connected up the IV bag to an opening in the gag and twisted a valve allowing my urine and spit cocktail to slowly seep into her mouth.

      “It’s keep her hydrated while we whip her,” said Lenard stepping back to admire his handwork.   “Back in med school, I’d throw in a little shit and run the concoction through a blender.  We had this resident who was always giving us a hard time and telling the staff when we fucked up.  The last night of internship, we got her drunk, tied her to a table in OR, and left her to slowly drink a shit cocktail.  It was fucking awesome.”

    By the time, we finished whipping Jill; my pussy was so hot I couldn’t keep my hands off.  I could get off by running one hand over her tortured flesh as the other worked my clit.  Lenard had been right.  I was a dominant who got off causing other’s pain.

     I’d sensed that when I was working on Alice.  But she was so accepting of her brutal dildo fucking, my concentration wandered.

     “Let’s untie the bitch and fuck the shit out of her,” said Lenard handing me the strap on harness.

      There was a mat at one end of the dungeon.   Lenard placed two Kelly hemostats on Jill’s nipples and dragged her screaming across the room.  He made her kneel and suck his cock.  Then she got to eat my pussy.

     The final part was insane.  Jill’s pussy was impaled on top of Lenard’s nine inches.  I lubricated her anus and then forced the Annihilator Missile up her bowels.  I thought she was having a fit as inch by inch I buried the dildo.  After a while, Lenard and I changed positions and holes. 

      After we finished, the three of us went upstairs and had a glass of wine and some appetizers.  Then we got in bed.  Over the next twelve hours, we three fucked in every possible combination.  It was hot sweaty sex that only ended when exhaustion set in.