Ok, let's get the formalities over.. (oh gosh.. what a hoot.. me and the word formal ^_~) Anyway, I don't own GW, and I make no money from this fic! usual pairings, plus Quatre and Catherine. Warnings?? Heero is doing his best to accomplish his mission, and Trowa has gone a tad insane. <G> Oh, and I'm torturing Wu and Duo.

~Leeko

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Whipped! Part Four

By Caliko

"You know, this won't be that bad." Trowa chortled. "I figure, after the wedding, we can go to Maui, or maybe Spain!"

"Trowa, Cathy and I planned on getting married. You don't have to do this!" Quatre yelled, trying to wiggle free.

"Sure, Quatre. I believe you! Let's just say that I want to make sure you make it to the alter. Now, where should we honeymoon?"

Cathy grumbled through her gag, getting louder and louder until Trowa finally leaned back and ripped it from her mouth.

"You are NOT going on our honeymoon with us!" She yelled, "And we are NOT going to Maui or Spain! More than that, I do NOT want a shotgun wedding!"

Trowa winced, then slapped the tape back over her mouth. "If you don't like Spain, you only had to say so. How about Italy?"

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"Ok, Duo, stand up and take a deep breath." Sally ordered, trying to keep a straight face.

She never could lie, but in this case, she had to. If Duo got a clean bill of health, Hilde would have him seduced in no time at all. And, considering that she was still tormenting Wu, she just couldn't have that.

She palpated his groin area, "Hmmmming" every so often. Then, she said, "Cough."

Duo, by now, thought there really was something wrong, and he started to blanch at her handling. "C'mon, Sal, What's wrong?"

"Hmm..." She stood up, whipping the gloves from her hand. "It looks like you have a hernia, Duo. I'm going to have to schedule you for surgery."

"WHAT???" He jumped back, cradling his balls in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry, Duo. It's over fairly quick, and you'll black out long before the pain get's too bad. How's next month for you?"

"Too bad? It's gonna hurt?" He croaked, his violet eyes showing extreme fear.

"Well, I won't lie to you, Maxwell. The mildest description I've heard, is that it feels like a steel rod is being shoved through your testicles, and out the other side."

"Huh?"

"Yes, and it's really not a bad description. What happens, is that you sit in this chair, with you feet in stirrups, and I" The door slammed shut behind him. "Duo?" she yelled, then quieter, "Hilde, where is he going?"

"Home. Sally, is there really something wrong with him?" Hilde asked, feeling guilty.

"Oh, don't worry, Hilde. It's minor, and may even correct itself. If it doesn't by his surgery, however, we'll get it fixed and over with."

The pixyish woman nodded, seeing her winnings just fly away. Feeling guilty about even doubting her husband, she gathered her purse and left to catch her man.

Sally watched their car pull out of the parking lot, and laughed. Then, picking up the phone, she dialed the Preventers headquarters.

"Wu? I'm going to be back in the office in about an hour. Care to take me out to lunch?" She asked, grinning. "Ok, your choice. Love you!"

***click***

"Now for a little shopping with my husband." She laughed all the way to the car. She wondered, momentarily, if she might be enjoying this too much. Then, thinking of the years of extreme chauvinism she put up with, she shook her head, laughing, "Naaa!", and pulled into her parking space.

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Relena smirked as Heero climbed into the bedroom window - a conquering knight in designer jeans and a silk shirt. He might not look like the dirty urchin she first fell in love with, but he definatly still had that fire.

She crooked her finger, smiling devilishly as he stalked closer. She only had ten minutes to get him undressed before Hilde's call.

He stood, towering over her, ignorant to what a determined woman could do. His clothes were already packed, the bag thrown onto the neighboring roof. All that was left was for the plan to be set into play.

He kissed her, lifting her up into his arms as he moved towards the bed.

"Uh uh.." she said, shaking her head. "In the living room.. in front of the fire."

"Isn't it a little hot for a fire?" He stopped, wondering what she was up to.

"What's a little more heat. C'mon.. for me?" There were days when she was glad that she looked so innocent...

"Alright." He smiled, then pivoted on his heels and walked to the living room. Heero lay her down on the rug, and lit the fire, quickly shedding his shirt as the heat surrounded them.

"Ooohh.. Have you been working out again?" She teased, laughing.

He didn't answer, just quirked his lips as he u unbuttoned his jeans.

"What about you?" He motioned towards the dress, falling to the rug next to her.

"All in good time." Relena leaned over and kissed him, counting the minutes until Hilde's call.

The phone rang three minutes early. The console recognized her as a priority call, and answered it automatically, popping Hilde's cheerful face up onto the screen.

"Oh, EXCUSE ME!" Hilde chuckled, watching as Heero jumped up and ran to the bedroom. "Not bad.." She laughed, as his under-sunned behind vaulted over the couch and the door slammed behind him.

They started laughing, Then Relena hit play on the tape recorder, grabbed the last of her husbands clothes, and waved good bye to Hilde as she ran out the door and into the hall.

Hilde shook her head on the screen, then cancelled the call, letting the recording of the two of them talking go on and on and on....

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Hilde turned away from the console, then went back to her book. Her eyes narrowing, she finished reading the passage, then slammed the medical text shut. Sally was going to hear from her!

But first.... glancing through the door, she could see Duo's naked body in the tub, soaking the day's hard work from his sore muscles.

She hummed as she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Then, stripping quickly, she ignored his nervous face as she plopped inside, facing him.

"Hand me the soap, Love?" She asked, stretching out a foot to rub the side of his chest.

"Um.. Hilde.. I don't think this is a good idea." He stuttered, biting his lip.

"Duo, I'm only sharing a bath with you! Relax! What, you think I'm going to jump you?" She batted her eyelashes, smiling.

"N..nooooo..." Duo shook his head, the damp strands swinging against his cheeks.

"Then hand me the soap! Oh, and can you help me wash my hair?"

"I.. guess.." The poor man looked sick to his stomach, as if he knew that he was in trouble.

"Good!" She took the soap from his hand, and making sure that her hubby had a clear view, Hilde stretched both legs out on either side of him. Slowly, she turned the soap into her hands, gathering a rich, thick lather. Then, glancing up at him from the corner of her eyes, she rubbed her arms, then breasts with her soapy palms.

Duo swallowed, hard, his eyes never leaving the soapy trail she left. Hilde slowly washed her neck, then collar bone, slowly moving down lower until she reached her thighs. Deciding to turn up the pressure, she turned around and leaned against his chest. Her slippery bottom glided against his raging cock, tormenting the poor pilot until he was near mindless.

Picking up the soap, she let her head rest against his shoulder, then brought the slippery bar between her legs. Grinning, she felt his body tense underneath her as he realized what she was doing. Then, just to torture him some more, she let herself go, making sure that each and every moan was drawn out, low and long.

His fingers tightened against her thighs, his gaze hungrily glued to the scene in front of him. She stoked her clit, firm and unhurried, feeling the delicious tension build higher and higher in her limbs. Instinctively, she tried to close her thighs, trapping her hand between. Duo's legs came up, holding them open, mesmerized as her body spasmed against his chest and her screams crescendoed over the ceramic tile. Breathing heavily, he let his head fall back against the tub and closed his eyes away from temptation.

"Babe?" He asked, his voice shaky, "Do you think that counts as having sex?"

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"Wo.. Sally," Wu corrected himself, "What are we doing here?"

"I need to go shopping, Wufei. We have the Preventers Ball next week, and I need to find the perfect dress." Sally shut her door, and dropped the car keys into her pocketbook.

"I know that! But why are you dragging ME with you? I thought you women shopped in packs!" The pilot grumbled, eyeing his wife suspiciously.

"I want my dress to be a secret! Every year, I tell Lucrezia what I'm wearing, and every year, she HAS to get the same color dress. Well, NOT THIS TIME! C'mon, Wu! I need your opinion!"

He cursed, following. Just his luck that she unwittingly turned it into an order! Shoving his hands into his pockets, he ducked under her arm and entered into Monica's Bridal and Ball wear.

One Hour Later....

"Oh, I don't know! What do you think, Wu?" Sally held up the crimson satin in one hand, then the jade green in the other. It was the same exact style, sleeveless and high cut, with jet beadwork going down the bodice. Only the colors made the dress look different.

"I don't care! That's what I think! I like them both, dammit!" Wu grumbled, slinking down into his chair.

"If only I can see them worn!" his wife fretted, then smirked as she turned back to him.

"Please don't..." Wufei nearly begged, somehow knowing what she was going to do. Somehow, he didn't think that the others meant this kind of torture when they made the bet!

"Here, Wu. Put the red on, and I'll put on the green. That way, I can see them both worn at once!"

"Gods...no..."

"C'mon, Wu! The sooner I make up my mind, the sooner I can buy the shoes!"

He cursed louder as he wiggled into the tight sheaf, praying that no one he knew would see him.

"Yes.. that's better!" Sally chirped. "You know.. I DO like the red better! I'll take that one, Monique!"

Wufei breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it was over so quickly. Reaching down, he started to lift the hem of the dress up.

"Oh, no, Wu! Not yet! We have to go next door for shoes, and I want to make sure they look alright with the dress!"

:::Gads!::: He nearly wept. :::She has to know about the bet.. this is just too much!:::

Still, he kept quiet, knowing that he could be wrong. The last thing he needed was for Sally to be aware of her temporary power!

He ducked his head, trying to hide his face as he trudged next door. Little did he know that it was too late! A certain platinum blond had already collected a number of photographic samples from Miss Monique's security cameras.....

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A/N - er.. I think I might just be able to wrap this up next chapter! Stay tuned! I really, really don't think that Wu and Duo can hold out much longer..........

<G> ~ Caliko