Bad Bargain 2_ The Story Continued · Part 1

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[This story is the sequel to Bad Bargain 2 by Lobo De La Sombra: An excellent story which should be read before this one. The concepts, ideas an predicaments set forth in that story were so inventive and powerful they absolutely required an expansion. –KM]

The gorgeous brunette forced her face against the cold window. Condensation chilled her skin where the glass touched it. She would have cried out, but her mouth was stuffed with an enormous red rubber ball gag. She gazed out into the dark night outside, her rapid breath fogging the window and obscuring the view.

It's still night. Thank God.

She tried to concentrate on her situation, figure out a way to save herself. It wasn't easy to think straight with the senses overloaded, agony, pleasure, pain and bliss all together and everywhere. At least her hands were half-numb: they were bound in a tight reverse prayer, wrists bound both together and to a steel posture collar, her fingers almost touching the back of her head. The collar was beautifully designed in elegant curves, immobilizing her slender neck, and it attached to more than her useless hands: Leather harness straps attached to rings all over it's circumference, crisscrossing her toned, curvy body. Additional cuffs and chains secured her thighs and ankles together.

An extremely tight rubber crotch strap held in a pair of slowly buzzing intruders, keeping her near orgasm for hours. Finally, her round, large breasts, decorated with small gold nipple rings, were chained, the swinging and tugging striking sparks of pleasure.

Physically, she was in heaven. But she was still terrified.

It took all of her effort to extricate herself from the soft bed across the room and inch over to the window, where she looked out with increasing anxiety. The effort of straining against her bonds had brought her to near-orgasm multiple times, and now she leaned against the cold window, breathing hard from her nostrils, saliva dripping from her gagged lips onto her breasts.

It's still night. But that won't last. Morning will come, and if nobody comes to free me by then I'm dead.

Tears welled in her eyes as she pondered her fate. The first faint violet smears of gathering dawn slowly appeared on the horizon. She closed her eyes…

In the weeks and months since Charles Wendt worked his magic on them, Janet and Bob had adjusted to their strange new lives. As a punishment for Bob's cruelty and abuse, every weekend they would swap bodies. Janet, in Bob's tall, powerful male body, would dominate Bob, petite, female and vulnerable.

This bizarre unexplainable situation required the couple keep out of sight every weekend: they quickly lost touch with friends. They moved halfway across the country to Southern California to keep their family at arm's length. Their literal double lives kept the couple close to each other.

Bob's attitude changed as the weekends rolled on. He originally dreaded the weekend, waking up every Saturday morning with long hair, full breasts, and no cock to speak of. Janet would tower over him, broad-shouldered and muscled, and he would be helpless to resist her. In the early weeks she would tally his misdeeds and invent new punishments. Simple bondage and crotch-straps gave way to leather cuffs, gags, paddles and whips. Because the spell that swapped their bodies also protected them from permanent harm, Janet could paddle his ass raw every weekend, and did– And when Monday came not a single mark showed on either of their bodies.

Bob found his dread waning, turning to something else. The spell had made it's intended affect on him: To save him from her imaginative bondage and surprisingly cruel discipline, he became a more loving and attentive husband during the week. This pleased Janet, and she eased up on Bob on the weekends, sometimes just leaving him crotch-strapped.

Bob was initially relieved, but he soon found he was starting to miss Janet's domination. She had forced him to truly explore the depths of his endurance, to experience pain and forced pleasure he had never even known existed. Bob learned how to fully use his female body, how to extract pleasure from every part of it. He became adept at fellating Janet, borrowing techniques he'd seen and liked, his former mindless habit of watching porno tapes finally becoming useful. Bob found giving her male body pleasure intensified his pleasure as well. But bondage, something he had previously explored crudely with Janet, was something magical when it was his feminine body was being restrained. It held in his pleasure, intensified it.

One Saturday morning, when Janet had tied his wrists to his ankles, positioned him at the edge of the bed and forced him to go down on her cock, Bob came to a strong personal revelation as he rhythmically moved his head up and down her shaft. He realized how safe and loved he felt: He had given her total control.

Janet looked down on Bob's helpless body, his lips working her cock, building to a monumental release. Like Bob, she also pondered her situation.

Janet had witnessed Bob's change of heart and she enjoyed how much easier her life was without his abuse. She was more relaxed during the week, and when she woke up in her male body she reveled in it's unique sensations as much as her husband did in her body. She loved the sharp intensity of the male orgasm. She was amazed how easy it was to dominate Bob, how receptive and sensuous he could be when he was trussed up and helpless. But as the weeks passed and her tormentor became the tormented, and her life improved during the week as well as the weekend, strange feelings grew in her mind.

Janet finally came to realize what that strange feeling was, clearly and undeniably, a revelation strong enough to cut through her huge orgasm and the pleasure of seeing her warm seed splayed across Bob's cheekbones and glisten in his long brown hair.

“Oh, GOD! I'm so fucking hot right now!” Bob panted, his eyes closed. “Please, baby, please finish me off! Turn me around, stuff me, put it in me!”

But she didn't. Janet just kneeled down right in front of Bob, waiting. Bob, lost in the intense pleasure of bondage and pre-orgasm, almost did not not notice. But in a few moments he did, his almond-shaped green eyes meeting hers.

“What? What's… What's wrong, Janet?”

“I'm not sure. But something is definitely wrong.”

Janet sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the still bound Bob and explained as she cleaned off his face. “The spell, or whatever it was, it had a purpose. It was cast to teach you a lesson, to make you a better person. Well, it did. You're as good a man as I could ever have hoped for.”

Bob blushed a little. “Thanks. It took a lot to get through to the dickhead I was, but it worked, I guess.”

Janet shrugged. “Sure, but now what? I just realized this… spell is one-sided. Sure, I got to pay you back, to tie you up every weekend, to make you helpless and vulnerable. Make you feel the way I felt back on the bad times. But lessons come to an end. What do I get now? I lose my body every weekend, and you get to use it.”

Bob seemed puzzled. “Sure, but the same goes here. I lose my body every weekend too. Don't you enjoy being a man sometimes?”

“Sure I do. It's amazing, in fact. But can't you see? This reason the spell was cast has been resolved. But it's not ending. And now… it's like you're getting a lot more out of our weekends than I am.”

Bob suddenly felt wanton, greedy, trussed-up and naked in front of her. He found her point impossible to argue. “I probably am. God, you say it that way, I kinda feel like shit. Selfish, you know?”

“Don't feel selfish, Bob! I don't blame you. You're just trying to get off, living a fantasy, and you're not hurting anybody doing it. I blame the spell.”

“Janet, what can we do about it? Whoever did it to us has never reappeared. That shop you got the vial from has been closed for months. We're stuck like this.”

“Are we? Really? We need to find out.”

Bob and Janet talked through the night, both trying to find a way to both restore some control over their own lives– while keeping each other happy at the same time. In time they devised some ways to test the limits of the magical bondage which entrapped them both.

When the pair moved to Los Angeles in order to keep their bizarre charmed lives secret, Bob simply transferred to another menial job in the box company he worked for in his old town. A bad, abusive, boorish husband makes a bad, boorish employee, and he perpetually hovered on the edge of termination. But as the lessons contained in the wizard's spell worked into his personality, his new kindness and attentiveness gained favorable notice. He rocketed up the company ladder, from manufacturing to supervisor to junior executive. About the time of Janet's revelation Bob had just been promoted again to product manager.

The money, flexibility and perks of this position allowed a few of their ideas to be put to the test. Janet was able to quit her miserable Post Office job, which allowed her time to try to find the wizard who enchanted them. It was also something Bob wanted to do because being able to solely support her made him happy and proud.

The first thing they tried to figure out was the exact mechanism of the transformation. The process always began exactly at dawn Saturday and ended at dawn Monday. The progression was always the same as well: Numbness, starting at the tops of their heads, followed by blackout. The transformation proceeded to the tips of their toes and took about a minute. They videotaped themselves at the moment of change: Their bodies simply morphed, like a movie special effect.

To find out if they were swapping minds or bodies, One week Bob volunteered to stay bound with tight leather straps through the end of the weekend. He probably should have thought it through more carefully: when Janet awoke in her body moments after the swap she was naked– and she saw Bob, fully male, trussed up in a harness far too small for his large frame. He was bug-eyed, gasping for breath, the now-too-small leather posture collar asphyxiating him. She quickly unbuckled the collar before he lost consciousness. It was a nearly deadly mistake, but they learned their bodied did indeed transform into each other's– And the life-preserving protection on both of them during it's effect ended with it.

Another thing the mysterious wizard mentioned during his fateful and only appearance in the couple's lives– “Each Saturday morning you will swap bodies for the weekend, no matter how far apart you are”– Was put to the test. Bob's new job had travel options, and he volunteered to take a product-compliance tour of his company's manufacturing facilities in Great Britain. He carefully scheduled his itinerary to allow him to be in his hotel room in Northeast England from Friday morning through the weekend.

Dawn broke Saturday morning over the North Sea, shining into Bob's hotel room in Hartlepool. He got up and padded to the mirror– and was greeted by a familiar voluptuous female form. He quickly fired up his laptop, activated the webcam, and connected up with Janet, 8000 miles and eight time zones away in El Segundo. Janet was still Janet. Two identical, lovely female faces stared at each other's web images in amazement. Eight hours later, when the sun rose over Southern California, Janet assumed Bob's form right on schedule.

“Logically,” said Bob, “We could move someplace north of the Arctic Circle. We could stay in our our own bodies all winter. From the very first Saturday the sun doesn't come up over the horizon until the first Saturday it does.”

“No way,” she replied in Bob's baritone. “I hate the idea of being that friggin' cold.”

Time passed. Janet, using every resource they could afford, diligently searched but never found a trace of the mysterious warlock who supplied her with the potion that fateful day. She ruefully came to the conclusion that someone powerful enough to enchant them so profoundly was also powerful enough to easily elude any efforts to locate him.

In the meantime both of them concentrated on healthy living, as they were now fully acclimated to Los Angeles, where appearance is pretty much everything. Bob's body became lean, bronzed and well-muscled, his proto-beer-gut replaced by a rippling six-pack. Janet also exercised, her naturally lovely body became, though effort, something close to the female physical ideal. About they only modification that seemed out of the ordinary were Bob's tiny gold nipple rings. He got them put in as a sort of experiment– and was pleased to see to see they ended up every weekend on the tips of his full, heavy breasts.

But the passage of time had other effects. Though Bob and Janet had tried hard to find a way to accommodate each other as best possible, negative feelings began to dominate their lives, even on weekends. Janet was beginning to become consumed with guilt for getting both of them into this strange, inescapable situation. She would still try to be as inventive as possible in her bondages during the weekends, but her heart wasn't in it. She felt more trapped than ever, and though she felt Bob deserved much credit for turning his life around for the better, resentment was starting to build.

Bob, still feeling selfish in wanting Janet to dominate his female body, began to retreat from her. He would spend his weekends alone in their large home near the Pacific, indulging his submissive fantasies through elaborate self-bondage scenarios. The protection aspect of the spell allowed him to explore extreme forms of restraint. He would wear a latex breath-control hood and handcuff himself, gasping through the tiny hole. He often wore thick latex panties equipped with two giant dildoes, his hands slip-knotted behind his back, from Saturday morning until Janet freed him Sunday night. Bob realized he enjoyed hard restraint for the pure erotic thrill it gave him,

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