Owned By Jen

"Jamie is coming tomorrow." Jen's voice came to him abruptly from behind.

John's heart sank, and he paused momentarily from the dishes he was scrubbing. He had never liked Jamie, and he got the distinct impression that the feeling was mutual. The worst part was that she always seemed to show up when him and Jen were having issues. He tried maintain a conversational tone when he responded. "Jamie? What... why?"

He heard Jen sigh, already annoyed with him. "She's my sister, John. She doesn't need a reason to visit."

It was always like this. Jen knew he wouldn't be happy about Jamie visiting, and she came prepared to parry any objections he might have to it. Of course, she hadn't bothered to mention this event to him until the very last minute.

"Yes, hon, of course, it's just that... well, how long will she be staying?" He hated himself for how quickly he was agreeing to this, but it didn't appear that he had much choice. Jen had made her decision, and if he resisted at all, it would just end in another fight.

"Does it matter, John?" She always used his name like this when she was angry. "Jamie is family, and I want her to feel welcome to stay as long as she wants." Her tone was final, and he knew it was pointless to argue with her. "Now, she'll be here in the evening. While I am at work tomorrow, would you mind tidying up around here a bit? I want this house to be spotless for her."

He felt a flush rising in his face, and he was glad that he still hadn't turned away from the sink to face her. Ever since he had lost his job, Jen had taken to appointing various house tasks to him. It was only fair, he tried to tell himself. After all, she had to work, and he didn't. But something about the way she gave him orders always gave him a stab of anger mixed with shame. He already felt emasculated for no longer being able to provide, and now he was being constantly bossed around by his wife. Still, there was nothing he could say. She would just pick him apart for not having a job, for having all this free time. She would make any of his counter-arguments sound petty and childish.

"Ok, dear" he said, still not turning to look at her. He heard her get up from the table and walk out of the room, leaving him to finish up in the kitchen.

By the time Jamie arrived, the house was impeccable, although Jen was still nit picky about a few things. He tried not to let it bother him; she always found something. Jamie came into the house wearing muddy boots that she didn't bother to take off. Another mess for him to clean. He just hoped he could get to it before Jen ordered him to do it. Jen and Jamie embraced excitedly, jumping up and down and squealing like two teenaged girls, despite the fact that they were both well into their thirties. He stood awkwardly to the side as they went through their little greeting rituals. He noticed that Jamie had filled out somewhat. After her divorce, she had left her job to 'focus on herself', and she certainly had the funds to do it. He had heard, through Jen, about her various escapades; powerlifing, CrossFit, and, more recently, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It showed. She looked toned, athletic, and healthy. He could see her quad muscles rippling through her skin-tight jeans.

After what seemed like an eternity, she acknowledged John's presence. "Hello, John" she said, taking a step towards him. For a surprised second, he thought she meant to give him a greeting hug, but instead she simply handed him her jacket. "Sorry to hear about your job." She didn't sound sorry. "How's the search going?"

"Fine" he muttered, putting her jacket on the coat hanger behind her. The last person he wanted to talk to about his job struggles was Jamie.

Jen rolled her eyes and took hold of Jamie's arm, leading her towards the kitchen. "C'mon, we have dinner ready."

"Great, I'm starving!"

John watched the two sisters walk out of the room. Although Jamie was four years younger then Jen, the two could easily have been mistaken for twins. They were tall, tan, gorgeous brunettes. Jamie was now slightly more muscular, but Jen also liked to stay in peak physical shape. She had always urged John to get to the gym more, but he could never find the motivation that Jen seemed to have for strenuous exercise.

Dinner with them was torture. The two women mostly ignored John, choosing to talk about themselves in the fast-paced, excited manner that only two close females can manage. The only time John was involved was when Jamie would take a subtle jab at him. "You know," she said at one point, casting a sidelong glance in his direction, "It didn't take long for me to divorce my husband after I decided he wasn't doing enough for me. You remember the case, Jen?"

The two sisters exchanged wicked smiles. "How could I forget? We really had him squirming by the end of that."

Here we go again, John thought. Jen was a successful divorce lawyer, and she didn't let John forget it. Of course, she had represented Jamie during her divorce. Jen had a notorious reputation, and she was well paid for it. When representing her female clients, she ruthlessly went after every penny she could get for them, sometimes leaving men in financial ruin. They usually deserved it, or at least according to Jen they did. It still made John uncomfortable to hear Jen brag about it.

"Yeah we did." Jamie was giving John a nasty smile. "I almost felt bad for him. You'd better play your cards right, Johnny, you don't want end up in court with this woman."

The women giggled together. Jen looked at him and added, almost as an afterthought, "but it won't come to that, of course, dear. I'm sure you'll get back on your feet soon."

John felt his temperature rising. There it was. The not-so-subtle implication that this woman could completely ruin him if he continued to displease her. Early in their marriage, it had been a running joke between them that he had better keep her happy or else he'd find himself facing her in court. These days, the joke didn't seem so funny. Would she really leave him because he was temporarily out of a job? And would she really go after him in court as mercilessly as she did the poor saps that were her clients' ex-husbands? He didn't want to find out.

"Well, I'd better get to the dishes" John said, abruptly changing the subject. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jamie continuing to smirk at him as headed towards the sink. This visit could not end soon enough.

As he began cleaning, Jen and Jamie poured wine for themselves and receded into the living room. He could hear them chatting happily as he worked off the scum from the plates and the frying pans, the scratchy green scrubber irritating his soggy hands as he applied more dish soap to the hot water. After a while, he couldn't help but notice different sounds coming from the living room. Instead of the girlish chatter, he was hearing muffled thunks, and playful little shrieks. His curiosity getting the better of him, he stopped what he was doing and went to investigate.

Jen and Jamie were sprawled on the living room floor, laughing. They had changed clothes; Jamie was wearing tight black spandex pants and a sports bra. Jen was in a tank top and tight little workout shorts. Their cheeks were flushed, and he noticed that the bottle of wine on the coffee table was mostly empty.

"John!" Jen exclaimed when she saw him. Her tone was playful. "Get in here. Jamie is showing me her Jiu Jitsu moves!"

John hesitated. He didn't particularly want to spend any more time with Jamie, even though her skimpy outfit showed off her curvy body. She really had gotten strong over the past year or so. But thinking about her in this way, with his wife right there made him uncomfortable. "I'd better not." He tried to sound casual as he declined. "I've got some more cleaning to do..."

"Aww, c'mon John" Jen cajoled. "Jamie is pretty good, but I bet she can't handle a strong man like you."

John wasn't particularly strong, and Jen knew that. He couldn't tell if she was trying to compliment or mock him.

Jamie grinned. "Yeah, let's have a roll, John. I've been meaning to try a few moves on a bigger opponent. You afraid I'll beat you?"

He didn't imagine Jamie would beat him. She was still a woman, after all. But he didn't like the idea of rolling around with her when she was dressed like that, right in front of his wife. The whole thing seemed weird, why would Jen be encouraging this? But the women had been drinking, and they were insistent. He figured he might as well appease them. He could probably pin down Jamie pretty quickly and get it over with. "Alright, let's do it."

Jamie smiled again. "Ok, John, get down here and face me like this." She got on her hands and knees, and John followed suit. "Now, the first thing opponents do before a roll is shake hands." She put her hand out, but when John reached for it, she flashed it to his face in a lighting-quick motion and gave him a sharp tap on the cheek. "Haha, gotcha!"

It wasn't a hard hit, but his cheek stung, and he felt a flash of anger. He didn't want to be playing these stupid games with them.

Jamie was watching him intently. "Now if you get in a hold that you can't get out of, just tap and that will mean you submit." John nodded, but he wasn't planning on submitting to Jamie. "You ready?" she asked. He nodded again, and before he knew it, she was on him. She pounced like a cat, swinging her body on top of his and gripping his middle with her legs, and simultaneously getting an arm around his neck. She used her other arm to crank her forearm tight into his throat, and suddenly he was choking. He tried to shake her off him, but her legs were clamped around his ribs so tightly that it was painful. The choking around his neck was making him panic, but he also felt that if she squeezed her legs too much harder, one of his ribs was going to crack. He had no choice. He tapped on her arm, and she released him.

"That was called the rear-naked choke." Jamie was speaking to Jen, who had settled on the couch, watching them. John was gasping on the floor, his throat and mid-section still aching. Jamie, however, appeared unphased. She wasn't even breathing hard. She continued talking to Jen in a conversational tone, as if giving a casual demonstration. "You get your arms around them like that, and there isn't much they can do but tap. Of course you could just go ahead and knock them out anyways." She winked at John. "You ready to go again?"

John was in pain, but he was mad now. He knew Jamie was enjoying this, humiliating him in front of Jen. He needed to put an end to it. This time, he would be ready. He nodded, and she faced him again, on all fours. When she moved towards him, he quickly grabbed both of her arms, twisted her around, and dumped her unceremoniously on her back, holding her arms to the ground with his hands. He didn't have much of a plan after that, but he figured if he just held her down, she would have to submit eventually. Jamie, however, tensed her core muscles, and her legs shot up underneath him. One of them snaked through the window he made with his arms while the other went around his other side. She locked one foot underneath her other calf, and her legs formed a tight triangle through which his head and arm protruded. Jamie held his wrist in both hands, stretching his arm helplessly straight out, while her bulging quads crushed it against his head. His breathing became labored in her grip, but he couldn't help but notice how close his face was to her crotch now. He raised his eyes to her face and saw that she was smiling at him while she continued to tighten her grip, increasing the pressure until he eventually had to tap. She released him, and John rolled over on his back, panting.

"That was a triangle choke. John had my upper-body pinned down, but clearly underestimated what I can do with my legs." She grinned, and John's insides churned with fury. She was toying with him, and clearly loving every minute of it. "My, Jen, I thought your boy here would be a little more of a challenge, but so far this has been pretty elementary."

Jen shook her head in mock disappointment, but she was also smiling. "You see John? This is why you need to get to the gym more. Now you're getting beat up by a girl."

This was getting to be too much for him. His face burned with humiliation and anger. It felt like he was like he was being bullied on the school yard, except it was by his wife's adult sister. And rather than coming to his aid, his own wife seemed more inclined to join in on the torment. "I just didn't want to hurt her," he muttered, but they all knew it was just a sad attempt to save face.

Jamie's smile became truly malicious. "Aw, he was going easy on me. Alright then, John, this time give it all you got. I can take it."

Fine, John thought. This time he wasn't screwing around. He didn't care if he had to hurt her, he was not going to let her pin him again. But then she did. She pinned him just as quickly that time, she pinned him again the time after that, and again the time after that. She kept up a steady stream of calm explanations to Jen, while John's struggles against her became increasingly desperate. She pointed out the names of every hold she put him in, commented on the mistakes he made against her, and explained how she took advantage of his weaknesses. It became like he wasn't even there, almost as if Jamie was performing demonstrations on a dummy whose sole purpose was to take an instructional beating. All the while Jen watched, mildly interested, nodding along with Jamies words, sipping her wine. After a final, painful arm bar submission, John lay on his back, utterly defeated. Jen clapped politely for her sister, and Jamie stood up, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and took a playful bow.

"Wow, Jamie. You really did a number on him" Jen said, looking down at John. He lay there, breathing hard, and didn't say anything. His body ached and he felt completely degraded.

Jamie looked watched him with a satisfied expression. "I like making him submit to me. What was that, four times in a row?"

"I think it was five" said Jen. "He looks out for the count. Too bad, because I was enjoying the show."

Jen did seem to have enjoyed it. Anytime John managed a glance at her, she appeared comfortable and relaxed, lounging on the couch with her glass of wine, watching. He kept hoping she would tell them to stop, that things were getting a little too rough. But she did no such thing.

Jamie was smiling mischievously. "Well, no one said the fun has to end just yet."

John had no idea what she meant by that, but before he could do anything, Jamie sat back down behind him. She pulled his head up, slid her hips beneath him, and wrapped her legs around his neck. The back of his head rested in her crotch, while her firm thighs pressed around the sides of his neck. Her calf came around the front of his neck, and she slung her other leg over her foot, cranking her calf painfully into him. It was a tight triangle hold, and she had put him into it while he lay dazed and recovering on the floor, a sucker punch. Suddenly he was squirming and choking again as her legs closed cruelly tighter around his neck.

Even after everything that happened tonight, this caught him completely off gaurd. He had not expected Jamie to place him in a hold without initiating any kind of sparring first. Nonetheless, he tapped his submission; he couldn't take this hold much longer. He heard Jamie giggle softly behind him, but this time, she did not release her hold. Her thighs were strong and unforgiving, he could feel the rippling hard muscles through the thin, skin-tight spandex wrapped around them. A wave of fear washed over him. He could not get out of this, and the pressure was becoming unbearable. He tapped again. Nothing. He was completely helpless now, he had no other choice. He turned pleading eyes to his wife, still on the couch, legs crossed, watching the scene unfold. "Jen" he choked. "Make her stop!"

But Jen said nothing as she continued to watch him. He looked into her eyes, and there was something oddly hungry about the way she gazed back. Almost imperceptibly, the tiniest little smile began to curve her red lips. She took a slow sip of wine.

He was simultaneously shocked and infuriated. It was one thing for Jen to stand by while Jamie played her little games, but now it felt like she was going to choke him to death, and no matter how desperately he tapped, her legs maintained their crushing grip around his neck. And Jen did nothing to stop it. It was appearing as though Jen enjoyed watching Jamie do this to him. His anger, however, was quickly evaporating into panic. Jamie put a hand on the top of his head, dominantly clenching a fistful of his hair. Her calf pressed harder into the front of his neck, causing him to gag as sharp pains shot through his esophagus. Somehow, he knew she wasn't going to let him go until Jen gave the word.

"Jen, please!" His voice came out strained and raspy as he begged her.

Jen smiled slightly wider. "Well, since he said the magic word... Alright, Jamie, that's enough."

Jamie didn't release him immediately. She squeezed for five more unbearable seconds before finally relaxing her legs, resting them on either side of him. His head slumped against one of her thighs, which was soft and warm. She hadn't let go of his hair, like she wanted to him to know that she was still in control. He tried to move, but Jamie held down his head, pulling him against her.

"Get off me" he murmured.

"Oh, alright." Jamie's voice sounded playfully pouty. She let him go.

He got up, glaring at Jen. "I'm done here" he said, walking away from them.

"Yeah, go clean the kitchen, John." He could hear the smirk in Jamie's voice. Then, to Jen, "Geez, what a sore loser."

The two women laughed as he slunk out of the room.

At breakfast the next morning, nobody brought up what had happened the night before, and John maintained a stony silence. Eventually, Jen began regaling Jamie with stories from her divorce cases. "This one guy, man, we really had him by the balls. I mean his wife was going to get everything, and he knew it."

Jamie sipped coffee as she listened, periodically casting smug glances in John's direction.

"And get this, Jamie. During the final negotiations, this poor bastard actually started crying! Crying, and pleading with his wife to have mercy on him."

Jamie leaned forward, rapt. "And did she?"

Jen smirked. "We took him for everything he had."

Jamie laughed, delighted, and then Jen lowered her voice conspiratorially. "But you wanna know something? And I know this is unprofessional of me, but I have to admit I enjoyed it. I liked watching him beg." Jen sighed contentedly, exchanging a sadistic smile with Jamie. Then she looked over at John and waved her coffee mug. "Dear, could you top us off?"

"Extra cream for me" Jamie chimed in.

John scowled as he served them.

"Ooh, looks like someone's still a little sore from last night." Jamies said, her eyes glittering. "C'mon, John, we were just having fun."

John couldn't hold back anymore. "Fun?" he hissed. "You kept choking me even after I tapped. You could have killed me!"

"Oh please, don't be so dramatic." Jamie waved away his accusation. "Didn't you say you were going easy on me? I figured you could get out anytime you wanted to."

"I couldn't!" John blazed, but then he lowered his eyes. He was suddenly ashamed to admit out loud that he had been completely at Jamie's mercy as she squeezed her legs around his neck. "I even had to..." He couldn't continue. Jamie hadn't freed him until he implored Jen to intervene. Somehow, he couldn't bear to recount this to them, even though they all knew exactly what had happened.

Jen watched the exchange, not quite suppressing the amusement in her eyes. "Listen John, I'm sure Jamie didn't mean to scare you, she just doesn't know her own strength. She'll be gentle next time, won't you Jame?"