Later that night...

"I think she was a newbie..." Becky whispered. "She tried to give me the shot through the straightjacket, and didn't get the needle in. I faked going limp though..."

Yasmin licked her lips, and looked at Becky over the fondue pot. "Keep going..."

The restaurant, if it could be called that, was called Goût D'une Chose Douce. It served fondue, and required a downpayment that most people couldn't afford to get in. Of course, it wasn't exactly a restaurant...

"The first thing I did was got my legs around her neck and squeezed. Just to take the fight out of her, you know, since my arms were tied up. She was wearing this little white skirt that was so easy to unhook with just my toes, it was like she was asking for it."

A waitress in a semi-sheer white blouse, tiny black miniskirt and black garters walked over to the table. "Are you ladies alright?" She asked, looking at Yasmin in concern. Yasmin's eyes were unfocused.

"What? Oh, sure... her voice is hypnotic. We'll call if we need you."

The waitress walked off. The fondue they'd ordered was dark, extra grade chocolate with just a bit of burgundy wine mixed in. It came with a plate of mixed fancy fruits (no apples and oranges here) and different kinds of cookies.

"Yas, you can eat that?"

"Cheat meal." Yasmin dipped a stick of shortbread in the fondue and then slowly licked it off - then switched the cookie to the side of her mouth and bit down with a snap. Most people would have flinched. Becky loved it.

"After I did that, then I took her baton, and used it to jam the door shut. You know, since I spent so much time not able to use my hands, I learned to do just about everything with my feet. ...including holding a pretty little nurse on the brink of orgasm for six hours just by foot fucking her. Ohhh, she screamed."

Becky dipped a rasberry into the fondue and ate it. Yasmin was almost panting.

"She screamed. Then she begged. Then she just gave up and cried."

"Did you let her get off?"

"Of course not. I lost track of the time. They finally had to hacksaw the door off to save her. It was too late, though. Little miss nursie lost so much pussy juice she had to spend a day in the infirmary recuperating... and then she got moved into the cell right next door to mine."

"Wow..." Yasmin dipped a finger into the fondue and offered it to Becky, who licked it clean. "You really did that?"

"Yeah." Becky raised an eyebrow. "Impressed?"

"Strong people like you and me take what we want from weak people like her. Let me tell you about what gave me the idea for one of my workout programs. You know, the Weights and Ropes series..."

Becky smiled like a cat.

"About five years ago, I had a rival named Barbara. She looked a lot like me I guess, she kept herself in shape. I was trying to figure out how to get ahead of her in fitness without using steroids. And I was thinking, nothing works the body like really, really great sex. Right?"

"Right..."

"So I decided to do my usual aerobics with a double plug dildo harness in me. And Becky, it worked. My legs toned up, my ass toned up, it was great. So I decided to combine that with my other theory, that the best motivation is punishment. Imagine a sexfight training device that, if you fail at your workout, rapes you... climaxes you over and over and over again no matter how much you beg it to stop."

As if on cue, screams of pleasure went off from some corner of the restaurant. Yasmin looked around, trying to locate the noise. The waitresses and Becky ignored it.

Goût D'une Chose Douce was not an ordinary restaurant.

"That's what weights and ropes is all about. Use some specialized bondage rope ties while you work out that tighten up if you stop exercising. I invented this whole thing, and I challenged Barbara to a fitness duel, an X rated iron woman contest. We were doing lunges..."

The waitress who'd spoken to them earlier had quietly walked up behind Becky. Yasmin saw her and winked before continuing.

"We had two dildos each, a rope harness rigged up with knots to rub against us, and magnetic gloves. It was a 100 meter run. The gloves, see, gripped the bar, and until you got across the finish line you couldn't let go. Oh... and the longer you took the higher the vibrators went."

"You won, I take it?"

"Ahaha. Barbara made it about half way before she couldn't take it anymore. My first arch enemy, lying on the ground and shaking as she orgasmed. I finished. I went back to her and stood over her. And SHE told ME how superior I was, how I was more than she could ever be, how much fitter, stronger, hotter and sexual I was than she. And since she really did beg real nice, I helped out. I put her on my shoulders and carried her across the finish line myself. By the time I was done, she was happy to worship my legs and ass. Not because I told her to - I beat her so badly she wanted to."

Becky whistled. "You're a sick little fuck, aren't you?"

"Like types attract, don't they?"

"They sure do..."