0 comments/ 38256 views/ 3 favorites Revenge Is Sweet By: PrincessErin Bianca stormed through the dormitory in a complete rage. She was furious and was surprised she didn't have smoke coming from her ears. Her red hair was flowing behind her and she was stomping her feet. She knocked on Danica's door and then walked right in. "He's cheating on me. The bastard is cheating on me." Danica was lying on her bed reading a novel. She put the novel down and looked up. "Close the door and we'll talk." Danica was used to Bianca's moods. She was either super happy go lucky or furious and angry. Most times her mood was directly related to her boyfriend Xavier. "Stop being so fucking calm. He's cheating on me. I went to visit him and Shelby was just leaving his room. She was wearing pajamas for fuck sake. I bet she slept over." Bianca was pacing the dorm room. Her hands were on her hips and she was taking deep breaths. "Did you talk about seeing other people? Is it possible he thinks you're on another break?" "Whose side are you on? Of course, we're not on a break. We fucked for four hours straight that night. I didn't sleep over because I had class this morning. If I miss another Calculus class I'm going to fail. Danica rolled her eyes. She hated having to calm her sister down. "So dump him. You guys get into way too many fights. Maybe you need to date someone older. I warned you dating a freshman was a bad idea." "Fuck off. I just want revenge. Give me some ideas sis." Danica shook her head. She was the calm levelheaded one in the family. Her sister, older by less then a year had gone completely off the wall. The stress of finishing her biology degree, applying for medical school, and dealing with an immature boyfriend had taken its toll. "First off, don't swear at me. It's not my fault. Number two, don't barge into my room. Jerry and I could have been going at it and we're not exhibitionists like you. Third, I suggest you tie him to the bed and fuck him. Guys think it's hot when girls take control." Bianca sat down on Danica's roommate's bed and took a deep breath. Talking to her sister calmed her down a lot. "O.K. How is that revenge? He loves fucking me." Danica giggled. Her sister was naive sometimes. She walked over and whispered in her ear. Bianca's mood turned from complete anger to complete enjoyment. She was going to have some fun this weekend. *** Bianca waited calmly in her room for her boyfriend. She was wearing pink silk pajamas and had the room set up exactly as she wanted it. Her bed had fresh sheets. They were the red and black satin sheets that Xavier liked so much. What he didn't know was what was under the mattress. She had gone to a sex shop and purchased some restraints. She had been so nervous, but the woman at the store was friendly and very helpful. She also noticed that most of the clients in the store were women, and some were old enough to be her mother. She had attached the restraints under the mattress and had tucked them under neatly. That way Xavier wouldn't notice them right away. She had showered and shaved her pussy completely. It was something he had always wanted, but she was reluctant to do. "Hi baby." Xavier walked in and smiled at his girlfriend. She looked so damn cute. She was sitting on her bed in the sexy pajamas he had bought her. She had the comfortable sheets on the bed and he noticed that her roommate was nowhere to be seen. "Hi." "I'm assuming you're not mad at me anymore." Xavier slipped off his running shoes and began to remove his socks. He knew when Bianca was in the mood. "Yeah. I believe you. My roommate is over at her boyfriend's tonight. We can fuck all night. I want to spend all night in bed with you." Bianca grinned. At least he was going to be spending the night in bed. Xavier's cock was throbbing in his shorts. He was always turned on when he saw Bianca and the fact that she was so direct when it came to sex was enlightening. She had been resistant at first, making him wait almost four months before having sex, but now that they were comfortable in their relationship, she was just as aggressive as him. "God you're amazing baby." Xavier stepped towards his girlfriend and ran his hands up and down her body. The silk against her body felt amazing. He looked deeply into her eyes as she first pulled off his shirt and then began to undo his shorts. He watched intently as she stripped him naked and then pushed him onto the bed. "Mmmm. I love your body. Undress for me. Do a little striptease." Bianca grinned. "I went to the sex shop in town and bought something. Can we play with it?" Xavier's eyes went wide and his cock throbbed. He had been begging her to go to the sex shop to buy a toy. He had been asking for months and now she had gone out by herself. His mind flashed to all the colored vibrators and wondered whether she would masturbate in front of him. "Fuck yeah." "Lay on the bed with your arms and legs stretched out. Close your eyes. I'll tell you when you can open them." Bianca was giddy. She was excited to do this and knew that she was going to have fun with this. Xavier did as he was told and Bianca sat on his chest and tied him up. She reached for the straps under the bed and tied up first his left wrist and then his right wrist. It was loose, but she would tighten it later. "Um baby. What are you doing?" Xavier had opened his eyes and saw her attach a soft velvet material to his wrist. He then realized she was doing the same to his ankles. She moved back up to his hands and tightened them. He was spread eagle on the bed, cock throbbing, and unable to move. "This is the toy I bought. You get to be submissive tonight sweetie. I'm going to ride your cock until I'm too tired to cum. You'll love it. I promise." Bianca stood up beside the bed and slowly stripped for him. She twirled around and turned away from him as she wiggled her pajama bottoms down her legs. Once naked, she stroked her clit softly, spreading her legs for him to see. "Fuck baby. Fuck me now. God you drive me crazy." Bianca impaled herself on his cock and began to bounce. He felt so good inside her and she worked her hips in circles. She rested her hands on his chest, pinching his nipples. Harder and faster she thrusted until she was covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Cumming." Bianca cried out as she had an intense orgasm. She rubbed her clit hard, prolonging the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She got up on both feet and continued to bounce. "Oh fuck baby I'm close. Keep going." Xavier was in pure heaven. He wished he could grope his girlfriend, but the fact that she was using him as a sex toy was so hot and arousing. "No." Bianca pouted and slid off his body. She knelt beside him, trying to catch her breath. "What?" "You can't cum yet. This is about me." Bianca grinned and straddled his face. She reached down and spread her lips wide so he could lick her pussy and suck on her clit. Another orgasm hit her and she cried out again. She slid down his body and pushed his cock back inside her pussy. His face was covered in her juices and she leaned down and slowly licked his face clean. She loved the taste of her pussy and loved her tasted on his skin. "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but I like it." "I'm glad baby. One more orgasm O.K.?" Bianca thrusted up and down so fast that her breasts jiggled. She pinched her clit and held her breath as her third orgasm in just a few minutes took over her body. She slumped over him and panted. "Mmm." She slid off his body and cuddle up against him. "That was awesome baby. I'll wake you up when I'm horny again." "What?" Xavier was confused. He hadn't cum yet. His cock was painfully hard and swollen. She had almost brought him to orgasm twice and he needed just one more thrust, one tiny little lick, one more touch and he would get his release. She was going to leave him like this. "I'm tired baby. You should get some sleep as well." "Untie me now. This isn't funny. This is fucking embarrassing." Bianca pressed her sweaty naked body against her boyfriend and whispered softly in his ear. "As embarrassing as watching Shelby leave your dorm room the morning after we had sex?" Xavier closed his eyes. She was right. He had been stupid. She was getting her revenge and there was nothing he could do about it. He closed his eyes and tried to get his cock to soften. Bianca was moaning in her sleep, rubbing her breasts and pussy against him. There was no use. This was complete torture. Revenge is Sweet To be honest, I don't know where this story is going, nor do know if I will be writing any more or leaving it be. Once I decide... well, you'll know because I'll publish them. Enjoy. * I opened my eyes groggily as I slowly came to in an unfamiliar room and shook my head in a vain attempt to clear the haze from my brain. Had I been drugged? What was going on? The last thing I remembered was coming home from work, closing the door to my apartment and then: nothing. I looked around the room I was in and was surprised that it wasn't a hospital room, which ruled out the possibility that I had woken up after some kind of accident. Maybe I had been drugged. The room was painted in a deep crimson on all four walls and was fairly large, at least 400 square feet. I was lying on the floor, which was made from some kind of rubberized material, and as I sat up to take a look around I was surprised at what I found. There wasn't a single window, and all along the walls were peculiar devices I could only think of as bondage machines. Some were plugged into an outlet and others were simply wooden frames with leather bindings. If this was some kinky lair or some crude joke, I wasn't buying it. At that moment what had been a smooth portion of the wall opened up as a door, and a man wearing loose sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and running sneakers entered the room. He was probably around 6'8", and he was built like an athlete. The shirt was obviously too small and clung to every ridge of his rippling abs. His hair was boyish, unkempt but still attractive. He looked like the poster boy for every frat boy. He had a far more endearing quality to his face than I would expect for a man who owned this type of equipment. "Oh, here we are! Awake at last, are we my little cunt?" he beamed at me and his voice was honey-smooth, making it even more difficult to believe that he'd had the audacity to address me in such a way. "Excuse me young man," I snarled angrily, even though, at 27, he couldn't be more than 2 or 3 years my junior. "Do you know who you're talking to?" "Well, let me see." He snapped his fingers and another well-concealed slot slid out from the wall holding a clipboard. He picked it up and read aloud to me what it said. "Elizabeth Browning, Senior VP of Carlton Industries. Impressive. Congratulations to you!" He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. "But to continue," he resumed, glancing down at the clipboard, "you are 5'4", 100 pounds even, 30 inch waist, 32 inch hips, and a nice 32 B rack to go along with it all. Very nice." He flipped to the next page, furrowed his brow, and then looked up at me, frowning. "You were given this body, a nice enough body from the looks of it, even if you are a little on the "big" side." "Not everyone needs to be an anorexic little slut you know!" I shouted, but when I went to continue lashing out I found my lips unable to move. "Before we continue I think maybe I should ell you what it is that I do. I can control you, in every way, mentally and physically. Now, if you interrupt me again you will lose the right to speak for good. Do you understand?" I nodded my head earnestly, growing frightened of this seemingly innocent young man. "Good. Now, although you were given this body, a nice enough body, you chose to become, and I quote, a 'frigid bitch' who 'teases cocks like a cat teases mice.' Now, that doesn't sound very nice, does it?" I shook my head once again. "Well, that's because it isn't very nice at all. However, people like me use our powers to rid the world of women like you. Over the next few days you're going to undergo a lot of changes. But first things first! I always like to start with a clean canvas. It's time to get you down to your basic shape. How does that sound?" I tried to speak, to ask what was going on, but with a snap of his fingers I found myself laying on a medical table. "Now, we're going to take all of that chub off of you, give you a nice lithe body for the men to enjoy. You know, so that, when you start growing breasts, they'll really pop." He snapped his fingers again and I could feel myself folding in, the fat melting away all over my body. Even my breasts and ass, which weren't much but had gotten me noticed once or twice, melted away until I was thin and toned like a gymnast. My breasts were hardly more than mosquito bites, and I realized for the first time that I was naked. "Now there's our pretty little slut, how does it feel? To be flat, completely inadequate, pathetic? Powerless?" I was growing more frightened now but I found that I could speak. "Please, stop, I'll do whatever you want just please stop this!" "But if you leave now, you'll miss out on seeing your sisters. Come on in here girls!" Another partition of wall seamlessly opened and let my two sisters in, entirely naked but physically unchanged. "Surprised to see them? I picked them up right after I dropped you off here. They were very sweet, and it was almost too easy. Too trusting." "Caroline, Susan... How did her get you?" I turned to him, noting the glazed look in my sister's eyes. "Please, leave them alone! They've done nothing you sick bastard!" "Oh, I know they've done nothing. They are modest, good little girls, and because of that they will be eventually set free, so don't you worry. But I will be using them to show you a model of what a real woman is." He turned to them and I could see him begin to focus on them. At first I didn't notice anything, but then the changes began happening so quickly it was almost impossible to keep track. First their hair grew to their mid-back and became golden blond. Then their faces were suddenly covered in heavy eyeliner and eye shadow, making them look like the sluts he apparently wanted them to be. "Please!" I sobbed, straining at the leather straps that now held me to the table. "Please leave them alone." His lips twisted in a smile, and as I looked on my sisters' lips plumped up into fat pink pillows designed for cock sucking. Cock sucking? I shivered, a chill floating along my spine. Why was I suddenly turned on by these changes? Their lips glittered with bright pink lip gloss. Their mouths parted in identical vacant smiles and they looked at me without recognition. The changes stopped for a few brief second as I struggled to figure out what he was going to change next. Then I noticed it: their breasts were subtly expanding from the modest B cups that we had all once shared into more lewd Ds, steadily growing as my sisters moaned in pleasure, cupping their new tits sensuously. The stopped when they reached the size of basketballs, huge orbs of flesh sitting proudly on their chests. Their nipples had grown, but not proportionately, and the half-dollar sized nipples with little nubs growing turgid from arousal stood in contrast to their porcelain skin. They were bright pink and hard, and seeing their overly sexed up forms was making me wet against my will. Immediately after their breasts were finished he moved on to their asses, making them pop out nearly as obscenely as their breasts. Their hips widened, making them the ultimate symbols of fertility with perfect hourglass figures. The downy tufts of hair above their slits abruptly fell away, revealing the words "Insert Here" and an arrow pointing down. They turned around and I saw that the same tattoo was now on the small of their backs. True tramp staps. "Fine, you've had your fun, now let them go!" I yelled, face turning red as I grew increasingly aware that I was very aroused by the scene before me. "Shut up cunt," he said distractedly, "They're not very unique now, are they? Let's make them each special, hmm?" He walked over to Caroline and paused for a moment. "You are now Cari." She nodded in understanding. "And how does a 10-inch tongue sound?" She smiled, nodding girlishly, and stuck out her tongue. It was quickly growing into the 10-inch snake he had promised, and she tested the air in front of her with her rapidly growing appendage. "And you, Suzi, how about some milk with rather interesting effects, wouldn't you like that?" Immediately her breasts ballooned out to almost 3 times their original size and settled lower on her chest as they filled with milk. Her areolas grew to the size of large saucers and her nipples looked like small thumbs. Her nipples darkened to a rusty brown and both Suzi and Cari, as they would now be called, jumped up and down, clapping their hands and giggling like the brainless sluts he was forcing them to become. "Susan, Caroline..." a quick stab of pain went through my skull and I cried out. "What are their names Lizzie?" He had forced the last syllable to take on his sinister tone. He wouldn't even let me call my sisters by their real names. "But, please-" a quick throb served as my warning not to push the subject any further. He wouldn't stop until I had submitted to him. I turned my eyes to the ground, ashamed that, in some horrible way, I loved the way he was treating me. "Their names are Cari and Suzi." I said, avoiding eye contact with him. My obedience was rewarded with an increase in the pleasurable warmth between my thighs. At some point I had grown very aroused, because my pussy, clearly displayed because of the tables stirrups, had swollen, leaking freely onto the table underneath me. "You will find that obedience will be rewarded with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but insolence will result in nothing but pain. Now you can make your choice: you may submit to me and allow this process to go smoothly to its end, and I promise you it WILL meet its end, or you can fight it, suffer agony, and still end up the bimbo you're already becoming." He had slowly paced in front of my, my sisters' eyes locked onto him or, more specifically, his crotch. He strut about like a professor giving a lecture, and I found myself hypnotized by the steady swing of something solid in his sweatpants, something long and limp, reaching far down his leg. I was overcome by a desire to get to it, to put it in my mouth, my pussy, even my ass. He caught my stare and smiled warmly at me. "You see, it wouldn't be all that bad, would it?" He smiled boyishly, lewdly tilting his pelvis outward and making his package strain against the material. "Unfortunately you're not my type. A bit of a beanpole if you ask me." He looked critically at my body and I knew he was right. All skin and bone but with no curves, I wasn't even a real woman anymore. "You're doing this to me, aren't you?" I said, my cheeks reddening as I realized I was still looking at his crotch. "Oh no, I've done nothing but show you what you needed to see." He walked back over to my sisters and hefted Suzi's milk-filled udders, aiming her nipple towards my prone form. "I've shown what a real woman was, and now you know exactly what you need to do, don't you?" He punctuated the sentence with a sharp squeeze on her tit, sending a fine spray of her white nectar streaming towards my body. It hit me in my thigh, the warm milk tickling my skin and then dribbling down, making a small puddle beneath my flat bottom. I nodded my head, knowing what I had to do. I had to fuck him. I knew it wasn't really me that wanted this, that it was simply some sick mind game of his, but it didn't matter. I was overcome by a sick need, a deep hunger for his cock, I craved it I needed it deep inside of me, filling me with hot cum, leaving me the writhing slut I was bound to become sometime. "All right, I know, I'll do it! I'll even enjoy it. I need it, I need your big fucking cock. That thing must be huge when it gets hard!" I giggled, flinching at the sound of my own voice. "Oh, you'll get a piece of me eventually, and you're entirely correct. You will enjoy it, that I can promise you. But first, your sisters need a little attention, don't you think." He rubbed at Suzi's nipple with his thumb to emphasize his point. "No, you promised you wouldn't hurt them! You said you'd leave them alone!" I writhed against my bindings. He laughed at me, a knowing smile splitting his boyish face. "I was completely honest that I wouldn't lay a hand against these two, and I WILL let them go once I finish with you. In fact, I'm not going to fuck your sister's. They're going to be having a little fun with you." Cari and Suzi stepped forward, casually surveying my body to decide where to begin first. "Cari, why don't you get started on your sister's wet little cunt? She's been excited for far too long, and even a frigid little bitch like her deserves some release." Cari stepped forward, her long, thick tongue unraveling from her mouth and wriggling through the air as she approached my position in the chair. She got to her knees with her head between the stirrups, leaving her mouth in the perfect position to eat my pussy. She reached out her tongue and ran its tip along my soaking slit, eliciting a gasp from my lips. "Please, Cari," I cut myself off by moaning as my sister circled my clit with her tongue, teasing me but refusing to lick my button. I tried to regain control of myself, pushing myself away from her searching tongue the best that I could, but her new 10-inch appendage easily compensated for any distance I managed to get between us. "Cari, for god's sake, please! Don't do this. It's wr-" I choked on the syllable and shuddered in complete pleasure as she finally found my clit, tickling it feverishly with her tongue as I was sent into an earth-shattering orgasm. My skin was on fire and I bucked in my stirrups, unconsciously forcing my open pussy towards my sister's hungry mouth. As I came down from my peak I looked down to find her sliding her long pink tongue along my cunt lips, smiling devilishly up at me. My head was fuzzy and I didn't feel nearly as conflicted about my sister bringing me to orgasmic relief. I didn't know why I suddenly felt comfortable with my sister tongue fucking my cunt, but I didn't care. All I saw was a huge member in her mouth that was still outside of me, where it didn't belong. It belonged inside me, wriggling and writhing, working into the dark depths that no man's cock could ever go. "Cari, please fuck my cunt, please..." I was begging her, but she only smiled and shook her head, stroking my lips with her tongue. Her face glistened with my juices, making her perfect skin glitter in the light. "Please," I said weakly, doing away with any dignity I had managed to retain. She nodded, and I quickly felt the pressure of her tongue pushing into my cunt. My lips were pushed aside by her tongue, and as soon as she gained entrance she began working her tongue in every direction, forcing inch after inch of her wriggling tongue into my dripping snatch. Finally her lips locked on to my mound and I could feel her tongue working its way into the folds I never knew I had. I felt hands taking hold of my hair, and my neck was forcefully turned. Beside me stood Suzi, her breasts more full with milk than previously. They looked to be ready to pop, her skin stretching tight over her fleshy globes. Droplets of milk beaded on the tips of her thumb-sized nipples, occasionally breaking off and rolling slowly down her body. She hefted her breast, spilling milk in the process, and attempted to feed her nipple into my mouth. As she did I remembered something the boy had said, something about the milk having special effects. I turned my head away from her, receiving a dousing of milk on my face, and the man chuckled. "What's wrong Lizzi?" He stepped to the opposite side of Suzi, forcing my to look at him or drink from her. "Don't you feel a little thirsty? Immediately I felt an overpowering thirst come over me. My mouth was cottony, and my throat burned with every inhalation. The bastard knew exactly how to make me do what he wanted. "You bastard, I'll- mmph!" As I had gone through the thoughts in my head I had slowly turned toward Suzi, and now her fat nipple was nestled between my lips. As much as I wished I could tear myself away, I couldn't. I could only wait to see what types of effects he had been talking about. I sucked in long draws on Suzi's tit, sweet cream pouring down my throat and easing the thirst I had been controlled by. Cari's tongue still wriggled in my cunt, my pussy pouring juices out at a faster rate than Suzi's breast. I smiled, content to let my sister's sandwich me hear forever. A pressure began gradually building in my stomach, and as tried to look past Suzi's huge boobs I caught a glimpse that, if I had been entirely under my own control, would have stopped me in my tracks. My breasts had ballooned out to wobbling cantaloupes capped by dark pink nipples the size of quarters. As I watched they continued to swell, gradually matching Cari's in size, and then surpassing them. I noticed that Cari no longer rested on her knees to stuff her drooling mouth into my snatch, because now I had an ass that gradually lifted my hips off the table, making it so that she could simply crouch and still remain lip-locked with my cunt. As I drank, my figure became that of a cartoonish fuck toy, which was exactly what I was. I accepted that. The man in the corner smiling at me was my master, and I would do whatever he wanted. Especially if he asked me to do something about that massive bulge in his pants. Before I got to play with master, though, I had to drink up. He didn't like scrawny little girls like me. I was going to become a real woman. His woman. Revenge Is Sweet (Enjoy reading. Take care. -flyndance) She had always moved carefully when she had known he was watching. Nothing too obvious, just a liberal amount of bending and stretching, perhaps reaching up to a high shelf in the kitchen, fully aware that his hungry eyes would be watching the soft line of her breasts as the smooth cotton of her shirt strained against them. She had often found herself aroused by the idea of his hard cocking bulging against his jeans in anticipation as he watched her. So aroused in fact, that often, after she had paid him and made a little small talk, she would slip into her bed and re-enact various scenarios, which always resulted in the most fantastic climax, heightened by the clandestine nature of her masturbation. She had dressed with thought that morning, not wanting the scene to appear too staged and so she had chosen a simple white lace set of bra and thong. She had stopped to admire her physique in the mirror and could not help moving her hands over her smooth, pale skin. Her nipples stiffened achingly as her mind played with her fantasy and the anticipation of what she was about to do, the hardened, dark flesh became clearly visible through the white lace that covered her breasts. Her hand moved lightly over her stomach and down the front of her panties, her middle finger leading the way, connecting with her rosebud, which was swollen and aching for her touch. She began to move her finger in slow strokes up and down her full, moist pussy lips then harder in small circles over her clit. She rocked her hips back and forth as she watched herself, shivers running through her. She felt a climatic wave building and swiftly withdrew her fingers. Inwardly she scolded herself for being such a greedy little whore, there would be plenty of time for that later. She slipped a pale turquoise silk kimono over her underwear and tied her hair up loosely. She checked her watch now, smiling with the realisation that he would be here at any time, Ray, the man who cleaned her windows. As soon as she heard his ladders banging against the wall of next door she would assume her position in the bedroom and the game could commence! At last he was here, and she pounced excitedly up the stairs, pausing at her bedroom door as a last minute wave of fear swept over her. This wasn't the type of thing she usually did and she after all the anticipation, she had a sudden bolt of fear that she couldn't go through with it. Stella had been right when she had mocked her at the office party. Sherridge had refused to join in with the drunken sexual revelry that had ensued, and Stella had cruelly named her 'Ridge the Fridge' – a stupid, childish name that, sadly for Sherridge, had stuck long after Stella's hangover had been banished. "No, damn it! I'll bloody well show you who is frigid." She took her place on the bed and swished her long, dark hair over the pillow, picking up her book and bending one knee upwards, so her silk kimono slid up her soft leg, revealing her thigh. Her heart was pounding now and her sexual tension was palpable. She heard Ray's ladders scrape across the gravel of the driveway and come to rest with a bang against her front wall. She opened her book and began to trace a slow line up her thigh with the other hand. She could hear with footsteps mounting each rung of the ladder with a metallic thud. After a second she was aware that he was now at her window and could hear his whistling as he began to clean. She was running her hand over her thigh and did not even glance in his direction, but she knew that he had seen her when his aimless whistling came to an abrupt halt. She continued to hold her book with one hand, pretending to be engrossed in the novel, and slipped the other inside her silken robe as she began to gently stroke her breast. She pulled the material just far enough to allow Ray a glimpse of the virginal white bra in which her lovely tits were nestling. After several gentle strokes her exploration became a little firmer, as she began to circle the nipple and pull at the little nub of flesh with her nail. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat and tilting her hips off the bed at the same time. The thought that he would already be hard and aroused spurred her on and she began to relax and really enjoy herself. She cast her book aside and let her free hand explore her sRayach, moving her fingers in gentle strokes that guided her nearer and nearer to her already wet pussy. In doing this she had allowed her kimono to fall on either side of her, exposing the lace of her panties. The idea she had originally was to perform for him without making eye contact, but she soon found that her arousal was so intense that she needed to see him. Her fingers glided their familiar path over her naval but this time instead of tracing the line back up to her breasts, she plunged them inside her thong, thrusting her hips at the same time. She rolled her head back on the pillow then tipped it to the side and found his eyes with hers. He wore a look that reminded her of a boy in a sweetie shop, who had just been told he could fill his bag with whatever his heart desired – a mix of disbelief and pure, unadulterated greed. His expression encouraged her and her fingers were deep inside her thong massaging her clit with short, hard strokes. The other hand had slipped inside the cups of her bra and brought her round silky tits into the open air, one by one. She spread her legs wide and began to rotate her hips, pushing the little strip of lace to one side allowing his a long, hard look at her beautiful, glistening cunt. She stroked her slit slowly, allowing her fingers to dabble inside her lips, drawing out her succulence. She pushed two fingers into herself and began to finger fuck herself, hard and fast. She could see that Ray was becoming unsteady on his ladders and she didn't know how much longer she could control herself before she gave way to the yearning that raged inside her. She slowed her fingers right down, stopped toying with her nipples and lowered her eyes again to look at him. She brought her fingers to her lips, opened her mouth slowly and sucked the juices from them, looking into his eyes the whole time. He smiled eagerly, nodding his head in encouragement. She slid her legs off the bed one by one, ensuring he had a fabulous, lingering view of exactly what he was longing to come in and take from her. She walked to the window, pausing only to reach her hands behind her back and unclasp her lacy white bra, allowing it to fall at her feet. She reached up to the window latch, pressing her creamy globes against the cool glass as she did so. Pausing, watching his greedy eyes on her. "Lick me," she mouthed to him. His head bobbed immediately and his tongue began to lap eagerly at the glass. The idea that any of her suburban neighbours may catch sight of this made her pussy clench again. She untied her hair now, allowing it to fall over her shoulders and she raised her hands, lifting her breasts as she toyed with her hair. She had a burning need to feel his hardness against her, wanted his hot, willing mouth to close over her hard nipples, without the glass there to shield them. She reached to the latch again and opened the window. No words. He stepped over onto the sill and in through the window, standing in front of her, gazing at her soft breasts. She slid her arms behind his head and began to run her nails softly down the back of his neck, swaying her body softly, pushing just a little, so her mound nuzzled against his leg. "I...Christ..." he started. She continued to sway rhythmically, snaking her hips and lifted her finger to his lips, to signal his silence. She tugged his shirt free from his jeans and pulled it over his head with a swift stroke. Her hands ran across his chest, marvelling at how powerful he looked, thinking about how he would use all his strength to take her hard, bending her over and spreading her legs wide, but only when she instructed him to do so! She allowed her fingertips to slide down his chest and over the waistband of his jeans. The erection that met her touch was so solid that she instinctively tugged at his button-fly and pushed him back onto the bed. She straddled his loins and he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her towards him roughly. "Do you know how many times I have thought about this? About touching you, tasting you, taking you?" he breathed against her ear. "No, Ray, but I want you to tell me in explicit detail exactly what you have fantasised about, and as you tell me I want you to show me." He took her by the shoulders and allowed his hands to slide over her neck and collarbone. They were slightly rough from his manual labours and she loved the way they felt against her skin, which tingled with expectation. "I have watched you through the window, admired your perfect full breasts, fantasised about sliding into your juicy little cunt." She moaned as he whispered this against her ear and his fingers began to circle her nipples roughly, she arched her back, inviting him to mouth her engorged nipples. He greedily traced the line down her neck until his tongue was flicking hungrily over the mound of her breast and as he did so, describing how he had imagined doing this to her and, in his fantasy, what his hands had been dong while his mouth pleasured her tits. "Show me, Ray," she gasped with excitement. He drew his hand down the small of her back and inside the thin lace strip of her thong, he cupped the cheeks of her smooth botRay and allowed his middle finger to draw a line slowly down the valley between them. She arched her back, thrusting her tits further into his mouth and lifting her pussy from his lap. His fingers probed her further, slipping underneath and a small cry escaped her lips as his rough digits made the connection with her wet, swollen clit. He smiled and whispered hoarsely, "Exactly as in my fantasy, wet and smooth and begging to be fucked! Would you like that Sherridge? Would you like me to spread those juicy lips of yours and slide my length into you?" "Stop asking, show me," she breathed hoarsely, as she began to move frantically, grinding her pubic bone against his large hand. He rubbed his hand back and forth over her several times and then grouped two of his fingers together and pushed them deep up inside her, just has she herself had done when she had teased him and made him watch from the window. His hands were much larger than hers and his probing fingers touched parts of her deep inside where her own never had. She was bucking her hips now, thrusting down onto his hand and rubbing her clit against him, aching, "Oh yes, mmmm, God..Ray, yes..I'm aching for you, finger fuck me, so deep, so fucking ....deep." Her breath was ragged, she couldn't hold back her orgasm any longer and she cried out as it ripped through her. As she peaked he forced his fingers further into her channel and maintained a steady rhythm, watching the soft line of her face contort with ecstasy. "Oooh yes, cum for me baby, you like that don't you? Sexy little bitch, so easy for me, just like I imagined you to be." Her breathing slowed a little and she brought her eyes to meet his and smiled, her pussy throbbed with the afterglow of her orgasm and, although he had been expert in his technique, she hungered for more stimulation and ached to be filled with his swollen cock, which jutted against his shorts. "Now Ray, my darling, let me show you what I have thought about each and every time I have watched your lean, muscular physique at my window." He lay on his back and she reached into the small cupboard at the side of her bed and took out two long, silk scarves. He expressed a low groan of anticipation as she knelt on the bed and began to crawl up between his legs, like a tigress stalking her prey. She sat astride his erection and first tied his wrists together, then bound them tightly to the ironwork of her bed head. Next she lifted his head from the pillow, bent and gently kissed each eyelid in turn, then obscured his sight by knotting the scarf tightly behind his head. She traced her fingernail across his chest and climbed off the bed. "I'm taking off my thong now Ray," allowing a sigh to escape her lips, teasing him, watching his reaction as he lay bound and helpless on her bed. "Oh I taste so good, Ray, I'm licking all my sweet juices from my fingers, mmm, my pussy produces the sweetest honey." He squirmed with expectation and she smiled as he shifted position on her bed. "Would you like to taste my honey, Ray?" her voice husky and dripping with suggestion. "Oh fuck yes, let me taste you baby. I want to lap up all your nectar, I want to slide my tongue between those succulent lips of yours and..." The rest of his words were lost as Sherridge slid her thigh over his head and sad astride his face. She rocked her hips and his vigorous tongue soon found its way inside her, fucking her like a miniature cock, sending new waves of pleasure through her. She played forcefully with her tits, squeezing her nipples hard as she gyrated onto his eager mouth. "Ray, my pussy is so very greedy, she wants so much more." She slid from his face and bowed her head to kiss him, his tongue sought hers and she licked all her sweet juices from around him mouth, their tongue mashing together with a deep, urgent passion. She moved further down his body now, swishing her long, dark hair over his chest and sRayach and finally coming to rest when her body pressed tightly against his hardness. She sat very still and began to caress his chest, pinching his nipples. He groaned pushing his body to her, trying to coax her into pleasing him entirely. She had teased him, made him wait and now she would give him all that he desired. She lifted his hips from the bed and removed his shorts. This was the first time she had seen him in his naked glory and she sat a moment, admiring his thick, solid member. "Please Sherridge, don't make me wait any longer, Christ I need to take you, your smell, your taste, the feel of you, you're driving me insane." She reached again into the cabinet and he winced, slightly nervous. "What are you doing Ridge?" "Shh, you'll see Ray. It may feel a little cold but I promise I will soon warm you up!" She allowed lubricant to drip slowly from the bottle onto his erection he recoiled sharply as it did. He quickly relaxed as her hand began to massage the lube up and down his shaft and she wrapped a delicate string of pearls around his length. She wanked him slowly with deep strokes, then faster, varying the pace and intensity. "Ohhh God, that's so good...mmm fantastic," and he began to mirror her motion with his hips, feeding his cock further into her hand. She moved more rapidly now and her free hand massaged his balls and stroked the smooth, sensitive area just beneath them. She spoke to him softly, telling him how she had masturbated herself in this very bed, thinking of him and longing for him. He cried out primitively as his release came and he filled her hand with his hot cum. She unwound the pearls ands took his wet cock in her mouth catching the second waves as it escaped from the tip of his beautiful organ. She untied his wrists and removed his blindfold. They lay together in the bed while they caught their breath, he leaned across, kissing her hungrily. "That was amazing, but don't think for one minute I've finished with you, lady." He traced a finger over the soft curve of her belly and circled the short dark hair of her pubic mound. "Nobody has made me cum so deliciously before, and for that my darling Sherridge, I think you deserve a reward. I'm going to fuck you harder and longer than any man before. I am going to spread your lovely legs wide until your delectable pussy is pleading for me." He grasped her under the buttocks and squeezed her flesh hard. He knelt between her legs and grasped her ankles tightly, as he bent her knees, allowing him greater access into her throbbing core. She was so wet from her orgasm and the depth of her arousal that his thick shaft slid into her quite easily. He raised her hips from the bed and began making long, slow strokes, knowing that the penetration she desired was harder and deeper than he was allowing her. He smiled playfully, looking at the frustration on her face, telling her to be patient. "Play with those delicious tits for me Sherridge," he commanded her. She cupped one in each hand, lightly stroking the flesh, pausing to squeeze and pinch her nipples, rising up like pink bullets. She found that the harder she stimulated them, the harder Ray drove his cock into her opening. "So, that's your game!" she thought, and began to grind her hips against him, resting her chin on her chest, cupping her breast upwards and taking her hard nub between her teeth. She watched his face intently as he began to fuck her harder, aroused by the sight of her licking and biting her own tits. He pulled her roughly from the bed and carried her across to the dressing table, placing her down so she was standing facing the mirror. He stood behind her and their eyes met in the mirror, and without taking his eyes from hers he spread her legs. He held his cock in one hand and made short, gentle strokes just around her opening using only his head, making her shiver with the intensity of the feeling he created as her stroked and teased her lips. She pushed her hips back hard, signalling her need to be taken hard, fast, now! Ray smiled at her in the mirror and obliged, leaning into her biting her neck and grasping a fistful of her long hair, the other hand on her hip. He began to move into her hard and fast now, pulling back roughly on her hair and using her hip as leverage. They moved so vigorously that the small bottle adorning her dressing table began to shake and topple over. She leaned forwards, her bare breasts forced against the cool wood, allowing him even greater access to her, changing the angle of his penetration. She tightened considerably around him, his climax hitting him just as she came, slamming back onto him, locking their forms together, crying out, gratified. He did not withdraw immediately, but returned to the gentle strokes that brushed the now swollen, tender lips of her pussy, soothing them with soft caresses. They watched each other in the mirror, catching their breath, and when their bodies finally parted, she turned to face him. "Thank you Ray," she murmured against his chest "I'll leave you to get dressed, would you like a coffee before you leave?" He shook his head silently, and she picked up her kimono, tied up her hair and walked from the room, without looking back. When she got down to the kitchen, her legs began to shake and she reached out to the kitchen surface to steady herself. The enormity of what she had just done hit her full force. She had been completely consumed by the feelings that Ray had aroused in her and her need to express her sexual liberty. She opened the fridge and poured a tumbler of orange juice, pressing the cold glass to her flushed face, she had a brief craving to light up a cigarette, despite having given them up many years before. When Ray came into the kitchen a few minutes later, tucking his shirt into his jeans, his hair ruffled, her heart lurched, was it her heart of her sRayach? Something moved inside her, at least. "Why?" he asked her simply. "Look Ray, you're a great guy, and I've fancied you for many years, I'm sure you know. I'm not in the market for a long-term affair. I'm sorry if you thought this might be more than a one-time fling, but you have much more to lose than me. Today was amazing, I won't ever forget it, you're a fantastic lover, Stella is a very lucky woman." Revenge Is Sweet He smiled and came towards her, she stiffened slightly, afraid to yield to him at this moment, as he put her arms around her and said goodbye, his mouth against her hair. He turned and left without looking back at her. She was standing, alone in her kitchen, smelling of another woman's husband. A surreal feeling washed over her as she climbed the stairs to shower, she allowed herself a small smile, thinking about how she would be able to feel where Ray's hardness had been, whilst she sat at her desk tomorrow, listening to Stella taunting. Revenge is sweet. Revenge Is Sweet I hear you drive away from the motel. You have said that you will not be back until noon tomorrow. You have told me that I had better be ready for you when you return. You want my pussy juices dripping with anticipation, ready to receive your rampant cock. You have promised me that you will enter me even if it is as dry as a stick; it is my choice to feel pain or pleasure when you do. I lay tied to the bed in the middle of the room, naked, my legs and arms spread-eagle, fearful that you will not return for me and that I will eventually be discovered in this pose. You have demanded that I submit completely to you if I want to graduate; and that was something which I really did want. I think about how we met. I had registered as a student in your class four years ago. I challenged you with some wisecrack aside, as I had done with all of my other professors, but unlike them, you seemed angry when the class giggled at my comments. You looked at me coldly and I felt the chill reach where I was sitting in the back of the room. I knew then that I was in trouble and that things would go badly for me if I ever fell into your hands. I found it difficult to apologize though and, knowing this, it was the first thing that you made me do when I came to your office, needing to explain why I had bought the paper that I had submitted for my final assignment. It seems that you had read the same essay five years before. Yes, your memory is long; you forget nothing; you forgive even less. You made me strip down to my underwear, kneel before you with my hands behind my head and tell you that I was sorry for my conduct in your class all those years before! You made me tell you that I am a cheat and a liar and a show-off and a big-breasted, fucking slut who deserved to be sent away from the university in disgrace, unable to graduate and losing out on a lucrative postgraduate scholarship. You did not believe me that this was the first time that I had done anything like this. You called into question all of my other grades and the basis on which I had received my scholarship to do graduate studies at Yale. My heart beat wildly when I saw you take up the pair of scissors. I pulled away when you reached for my left breast and only leaned back toward you when you raised your brow questioningly. You eased the cloth of my bra away and cut a hole in the material exposing my nipple, areola and much of my breast. To my everlasting chagrin, my nipple hardened instantly. You did the same with my right breast and then surveying your handiwork, you twisted my nipples savagely as if you wished to tear them off my body. You sneered meanly at me. "Get up and spread your legs, you little bitch!" I obeyed quickly because the first thing that you had said to me when I came to your office half an hour before was that if I hoped to even have a chance to resubmit my paper, I had to obey you immediately and without question. I could NOT believe that I had allowed myself to fall into this trap. It really was the first time that I had done anything like this; and so I had done it clumsily and got caught. I had imagined that I would have had to suck your cock and perhaps endure a spanking and most likely, a hard fucking, and I thought that I was fine with that; but now that you seemed to be preparing yourself to make these demands on my body this didn't seem to be such a good deal after all. You reached between my legs and cut away the sodden material at my crotch and played with my swollen, slimy pussy lips. I was now effectively in a pair of crotchless panties and matching cut-out bra with you finger fucking me. I couldn't look at you. I was too ashamed. You pushed me back to my knees in front of you. "Open wide, you little whore," you barked at me, reaching for your flies. I did, wondering how I got to be a whore; and you grabbed my hair, forcing my head back and my mouth open. You did not care that I was in pain. You stuffed your thick, naked cock into my mouth and began raping my face savagely. "Do not bite me," you warned as you plowed deeper into my throat, ignoring my desperate gagging. I smelled the pungent odor of your crotch and began to tear up, wondering if going to Yale would be worth all this; because I knew, even then, that you would be far from done with me once you had cum. Mercifully, you came after a few minutes and I remember feeling as if I was drowning in the copious amounts of cum that you released directly into my throat. "Please, Professor R..." I whispered, already broken. "Shut the fuck up and bend face down over that desk!" You slapped my rump hard; and apparently liking how it jiggled, hit me again. I cried out in pain, but I knew that no one could hear me, because we were alone in the building. You tore away my panties savagely and, spread my butt cheeks painfully, sticking your finger into my anus and wiggling it around! I screamed out in pain and tried to get up, but you simply pressed me down roughly with your free hand, pulled your digit out and pushed it back in immediately along with another finger. "I'll teach you to wiggle your ass at me, bitch" you muttered angrily, alternately slapping my cheeks and raping my asshole with your fingers. You made me clean your fingers in my mouth before ordering me to get dressed. I looked at you hopefully, believing that now that you had degraded me by forcing me to suck my own shit from your fingers that we were even. I prayed that you would now let my grandstanding in your class two years ago be thing of the past. "You are going to drive with me to the Sanford motel, Cinnamon," you said quietly. I opened my mouth to protest that it was late and that someone would miss me. "Don't even try that, I know that no one will be waiting for you at home. Don't think that I haven't been watching you all this time," you said, shocking me further. So here I am, with my legs spread wide, flat on my back in the middle of a bed in a second-rate motel in a seedy part of town. No one knows us here. No one will care that you have stuffed a vibrator into my ass and left it on. I have already creamed myself twice for your viewing pleasure, but you are not satisfied; you want to strip me of my pride completely. You want to prove to me who the Master of your class always was. You want to destroy me, leaving me unable to every hold my head up as an equal to any man ever again in my life. I am starving, but the vibrator in my ass has ensured that I am also exhausted and so I fall asleep at some point. You awaken me by placing two clamps on my nipples and slapping my breast hard. You dip your finger into the sticky fluid pooled in my cunt. "Good girl," you say, unexpectedly. You kneel between my thighs and reach for your flies. You wear no boxers and you pull your hard, thick cock out of your pants and point it at me. I turn my face away in disgust thinking that you were going to give me a golden shower. "You look at me when I'm fucking you, you cheating, little slut!," you say angrily. You plow into my body, without ceremony; and ream out my slick, juicy pussy with your angry tool. I am so wet that you keep slipping out and you cling to my painfully clamped breasts to give yourself some purchase. I scream into the pillow that you hold over my face; and it occurs to me that you could take it into your head to smother me! I decide then to cooperate with you fully, in fact, I will flirt with you in order to appease your rage. I thrust my hips at you, riding you as you ride me. It is a miscalculation. "You nasty little slut!" you exclaim. "You like being raped by old white men, don't you, bitch?" You slap my breasts hard with each thrust of your pelvis, seeming to want to break your own back to push into me with your ultimate force. You cum with such power that you break into tears! You lie on top of me for a long time, apparently listening to me struggle to breathe under your weight. I am genuinely afraid of you, so I try to relax and not disturb you, despite my discomfort. You get up eventually, wipe your now flaccid penis in my hair, and dress yourself. "Okay, Cinnamon, I will give you an extension," you say surprisingly gently. "Submit that paper in one week." Your voice hardens, "The most that is possible for you now is a pass, but you'll have to work very hard for that, you nasty little cunt. See me in my office this afternoon so that I can give you your new assignment," you say as you walk through the door, leaving it wide open so that someone will find me, eventually... I sit subdued in your office, waiting for you to allow me in. I see your Research Assistant, looking at me curiously. I know that I seem defeated and yet so desperate to see you today. I have been here for two hours already and I dare show no signs of outrage. The truth is that I am thoroughly ashamed. Today has been the worst of my life and I know that it is not over. ~~~ Someone did find me where you left me in that motel room. It was the "security" guard and he was no gentleman. He had been sent to investigate when the motel's manager received a report of a room door being left wide open, and that there was a curious sound of piteous crying coming from within. He photographed everything: my face, my breasts, my spread legs, a close-up of my leaking pussy, He played with my breasts and nipples after removing the clamps that you left. I will never forget how desperate I was to push my nipples between his lowering lips so that he could cool them with his tongue. He left me as well. He went to tell his boss that there was nothing wrong with the room. He returned and used me again. He didn't even bother to wipe away your now sticky cum. The darker side of my humour rose in my mind as I thought about the fact that I had never before met a man who didn't care about being sloppy seconds. I thought that my hip would dislocate as he wedged his bulk between my thighs and rode me until he relieved the pressure in his balls. I cried as he fucked me because I knew that none of this would ever reach the police since I was really working to save my career and my life. The irony of the thought that I was working for my career by lying on my back and spreading my legs was not lost on me. I had never thought that I would go the way of the type of woman whom I despise. It was to escape the fate of seeing myself as weak, as a slut and dependent on men that I studied so hard to make it through college so brilliantly; but I made one mistake, and it has cost me my self-respect, my sense of purpose; everything. You escort your last appointment through the door, dismiss your Research Assistant while ushering me into your office. You lock the door and stand staring at me. I can barely look at you. "Take off your clothes, Cinnamon," you say curtly. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, steeling myself to obey you. "Do it now girl," you say sharply. "Strip yourself and get on your knees with your hands clasped behind your head... back straight, head bowed." I obey. "Where are your clamps?" you ask. "In my bag, Sir," I mumble. "Good girl," you reply. "Go and put them on and then resume your pose." Tears come to my eyes. My nipples are already so very painful and I know that you will not let me out of this even if I beg you to do so. I try to coax them out so that I can clamp them but they refuse to bud willingly. You become angry and shout at me. You tell me that if I do not clamp my nipples immediately that you will beat my buttocks with your belt until I bleed. I clamp them and double over with the pain, but you force me to resume my submissive pose for you. You do not seem to care that I am crying and that my nose is leaking. You actually smile more whenever you look at my face. You lecture me again about the sins of cheating and tell how lucky I am that you are a generous man who is willing to correct me now for my own good. You remind me that I have a potentially brilliant career but that I have put it in serious jeopardy with my lying, whoring and cheating ways. You make me confess again that I am a big-breasted, show-off and a cheat. You take a photograph of me, showing it to me and promising that I will next see it on the Net. You make me suck your cock and bring you to another massive orgasm before you order me to rise and bend, face-down over your desk. You pull an anal plug out of your drawer and push it into my body. It goes in more easily than you expect because of the work of the security guard earlier in the day, but not knowing that, you frown. "You nasty little bitch!" you exclaim. "Who have you been letting up your arse? From now on, you are my bitch! Do you hear me? You are to let no one else near your body because you belong to me, slut. You are to obey and service only me, unless I feel generous and offer you to one of my friends. Only then will you entertain any other man in your body. Do you understand, bitch?" "Yes, Sir," I whisper, oddly gratified that despite everything, you have claimed me as your own. You slap my rump hard with your hand and rub the sting into my fleshy behind. You reach under me and lift me onto your newly erect penis. You force me down and stuff my body to the hilt by your thick, long cock, rutting hungrily. You frig my swollen, slimy pussy lips with your fingers and groan into my ear, "You want your Daddy, baby?" I moan at your words and push back up against you. This time, you do not stop, but push back at me even harder. Your hands slip to my hips and you grip them punishingly. There will be marks later, I know. You plow into my slick pussy desperately. You moan and groan loudly. You stab me with your spear, impaling me again and again. You lift my body off the floor with your angry ramming, a testament to the power of your lust and the strength of your frustrated desire for me. I claw wildly at the desk for support, but you do not let up and you hammer my thighs and abdomen into the hard wood until you cum again. This time it is not as massive as your first orgasm, but you seem to enjoy it just as much and for that I am happy. You nuzzle my ear briefly and press your lips to my back ever so slightly as you pull out of my body. "Get dressed," you say curtly, reaching for your clothes. "I have to go home." I am too afraid to remind you that you have not given me my new assignment despite my obedience. I look at you pleadingly. You understand what I want but you do not give me relief. You confiscate my bra and panties, putting them in your laptop case. You throw my skirt and blouse at me and again order me to dress myself. I do so quickly. We see the knob turn and hear a timid knock on the door when the knob does not yield. "Daddy?" a young woman's inquiring voice. You look into my eyes, challenging me, and step away to open the door to your daughter. She is a beauty. She smiles at me and waves. How old is she? Eighteen? Not that much younger than I am. Her confidence is restored in seeing you. "I have to go now, Cinnamon," you say pleasantly in your lecturer voice. "But why don't you come back tomorrow, same time. We can discuss this project further." "Yes Sir," I say. "I'll be better prepared." "Good," you reply, your voice hardening just a shade. I wait until I see your Research Assistant leaves the building before leaving my car and coming to you. I hope that you will appreciate my discretion. I knock at your door, gently. "Come in," you say, curtly. I enter the room and stand quietly by the door. Already, my breathing is becoming shallow and my nipples have hardened at the mere sight of you. You stand there reading an article from one of the journals on your shelf. You acknowledge my presence. "Lock the door you moron and take your clothes off. Why do you think you're here?" I take my clothes off. It is not hard. I am wearing no underwear because, instinctively, I know that they are a thing of the past for me where you are concerned. I stand there, my eyes on the carpet in your office, my body hunched trying to hide myself without appearing to do so. "Get on your knees, you cheating, cock-sucking little whore!" you growl at me. I comply immediately. "Now crawl to me like the bitch that you are." I crawl to you on all fours but you keep moving away and you lead me all over the room, sometimes leading me on and watching my breasts swing from the front and at other times watching the swing of my haunches from the rear. "You would look so nice wearing a collar and a leash, bitch" you say appreciatively. Your voice hardens slightly, "Buy them for our session tomorrow afternoon." "Yes, Sir. I will," I whisper. "Of course you will. You are not doing me any favours here. I am the one doing you a favour by not exposing you!" With horror, I can see when the idea forms in your head. "Get up you filthy whore," you bark at me. "Go and stand by the window." I know what you want, but I am too afraid to be seen and I look at you pleadingly. "Please, Professor R..." I whisper tearfully, shaking my head and covering my breasts with my hands. "Shut your filthy, lying mouth, bitch and press those big boobies and your nose against that window!" you bark at me again, cutting my pleas off. I approach the window, calculating that the risk of being seen is fairly small, though not non-existent, because of the time of the day. It would only take one person to glance up though, and I would be ruined. I hope that you will see that you would be ruined too if I am seen, and so you will think better of this and let me preserve some of my modesty after a quick flash of the road below. You are a man possessed though, and you simply approach me, grabbing my arm and pushing me before you roughly, you force me to press my naked breasts and face to the window, giving an obscene and unobstructed view of my upper body to anyone who cared to look at it from the street below. You pin me there savagely and then tear my round arse cheeks apart roughly with your hands. I whimper softly. You squeeze my twin pillows painfully and rub my open crack with the rough cloth covering your hard erection. I sigh, trying to tamp down my growing sexual excitement at having my bottom touched in this way. You groan loudly; knowing that you have just learned something about my preferences; knowing that you have just discovered something else that you can use against me. "What is it about you?" you ask hoarsely, nudging my ear. "You drive me mad, bitch!" You take your hands off my buttocks temporarily and struggle with your belt and zip. I know better than to move. You free your weeping erection from your briefs with difficulty. You groan when your cock springs forward and slaps me on my left buttock leaving a smear of precum on my skin. You reach for me again and frigging my slimy, wet pussy you guide your swollen purple cock to my hole and push into my body with one thrust. You fuck me hard. Each thrust threatens to send me through the glass, but you push even harder the next time. As always, the force of your thrusting into me lifts me off the floor and I groan like a porn star when this happens. You don't let up though and eventually I can feel the change in your rhythm and you become more erratic heralding your approaching orgasm. "Noooooooo!" you exclaim as your seed erupts into me. "You fucking whore! You fucking whore! You fucking.... whore! Cin! Cin! Jeez! Cin!" you chant wildly before words fail you entirely and you growl and bite your release into my flesh. You cling to my hips desperately to ride out the waves of pleasure that you have wrought from me; and after your juddering subsides you cling limply to me, gathering the strength to pull your softening cock out of my body. You kiss my back gently, and rub your sweaty forehead on my skin. Revenge Is Sweet "Oh god, Cin," you whisper, kissing me again. Then, you seem to remember suddenly who and where we are and you spring away from me as if I had the plague. Your cock wrenches out of me with a noisy wet pop and your seed begins to drain from my cunt streaming down my leg onto the floor. You point to my clothes, left in a pile at your door where I had stepped out of them when I entered your office. "Stand on those," you say curtly. "I don't want you to soil my carpet." I obey you, quietly awaiting your next move. I do not wait long. You approach me slowly and then reaching for my left breast, you squeeze it as if testing the firmness of a melon and then you lower your head and suck my nipple deeply. You smile to yourself and then reach for my right teat and do the same thing to it. You suckle both of my breasts, alternating from one to the other and then growing tired of that, or wanting to keep me on my toes, you bite me hard on my left nipple, causing me to try to pull away from you. You hold me firm by tightening your grip; with your teeth on my left breast and with your hand on my right. I whimper softly, but make no further attempt to escape my punishment. I tried to cheat in your class and I now believe that I am getting what I deserve from you. I am still frightened that you will tell on me and ruin my life. Succumbing to your physical demands is a small price to pay for ransoming my life from you, I reflect. I feel a sharp sting across my face. "Pay attention to me when I speak to you, bitch!" you say hotly. "I told you to go put your clothes on, you nasty slut. My wife will soon be here." I dress quickly and stand demurely awaiting my make-up assignment. It does not come and so after a few minutes I ask for it, hesitatingly. "Sir," I whisper. "Would you please tell me what you would like me to do as my make-up assignment? You only gave me a week and I have to start it now, please..." "Tomorrow," you say, not looking at me. I sit in my car waiting for your Grad Assistant to leave. It is now Thursday and I have been in thrall since Monday. I am uncertain about your plans for me since you had given me only a week to resubmit my assignment but you have not yet set my new task. I wonder if you intend to let me off with just frightening me badly. I hope for this but I cannot be sure what you have in mind. You have been so mean to me, so angry. Your rage is not normal, and I wonder about it, but I dare not ask you why you have chosen this extreme way of treating with this matter. I know that what I did was wrong and I am genuinely sorry for it. I am deadly afraid of you, for not only could you destroy my life, I feel that you are also capable of hurting me physically during one of our disciplinary sessions. Despite this, I know better than to miss our appointment this afternoon. I double check my bag for the collar and leash that I bought on my way here today. I remember our session yesterday and feel my clit begin to swell and my nipples harden. I want to cry with shame for I can no longer deny it to myself, I love what you are doing to me, even as I want to escape your grip. I know that I deserve your punishment, but I am confused about this strange craving I am developing to hear you degrade me and to feel the sting of your chastisement on my flesh or to savour the fullness of being plugged by your cock. I cannot understand my need to be tortured by you. My arousal heightens at the memory of the woman in the pet store asking me about the size of my dog when she saw me choose my purchases. "She's large!" I assured her. "About my height when she stands on two legs!" "That's lovely!" she exclaimed and I agreed with her smilingly. I suppose that my plight did not seem too bad to me if I could still joke about it, but as I drove to you, the feeling of regret at my situation reasserted itself. I jog up the stairs to your office, enjoying the feel of the bounce of my breasts and the rub of my sore, naked nipples on my blouse. I have found that I can think of little else beyond pleasuring myself this week. I know that it will be hard to bring this to an end next week if you choose to release me; but I am determined to get my assignment today, before disaster stares me in the face and I hear that you had expected me to get it from you rather than simply handing the task to me. "Come in," you say briefly in response to my quiet knock. "Good afternoon, Sir," I say respectfully and reach for the buttons on my blouse to remove the garment. You glance at me impassively. I watch you carefully, gauging your mood. I do not want to fall afoul of your expectations because you are undeniably unstable when it comes to me and it is almost impossible to do the right thing for you. I drop my blouse on the floor and then reach behind to release the zip in my skirt. My breasts thrust up and I see your crotch bulge. "Have you forgotten something?" you ask, coldly, when I stand naked before you, my eyes downcast. "No, Sir," I said reaching into my bag to retrieve the collar and leash. "Good girl," you say. "Kneel." I kneel and you take the leash from my hand and strike me with it. You whip my torso; my back; my breasts; my buttocks; you leave welts and I can do nothing but kneel there crying and accept my chastisement. Instinctively, I reach for your crotch as you circle my body, beating me. I tear your zipper down and grab your cock and forcing it roughly from your trousers, I suck it as if my life depended on it. You slow your assault and stand still, allowing me to fuck my own face on your ramrod. Our eyes meet as I suckle greedily. I moan and set up a vibration in your member that sends your seed roiling in your balls. You look at me, your eyes heavy with desire and suspicion. You want to fuck me badly, but you have to come back from the edge. We do this several times since I will not let your cock alone, and so when you finally push your stiffly aching prick into my cunt your seed explodes into my body after only three thrusts. You punish me for this; you did not want to cum so quickly. "You wicked little bitch!" you growl, grabbing the collar from my hand and tightening it around my neck. I choke and grab for the leather trying to unblock my airway. You tighten the clasp some more and I truly begin to panic. It has occurred to me that you are more than capable of strangling me and throwing my body out with the garbage at the back of the building. No one saw me come here and so if your Grad Assistant remembered me at all it would be to say that I had had a meeting with you two days ago. No one would think that strange for I am a student in your class. "Don't you EVER try to control me again, cunt!" you hiss into my ear as I lay on the ground gasping for air when you finally release the tight noose around my neck. "It is I who will decide when we cum, bitch!" You flip me over and tear my legs open obscenely. My cunt glistens from the copious moisture; put there by my arousal. My pussy lips convulse desperately, silently begging you to put something there for them to suckle. You spank my mons sharply eliciting uninvited screams. One look from you silences me, although I cannot control my tears. Finally, you seize my legs and throwing my ankles over your shoulders, you lower your rampant spear into my body like a hot knife carving its way through a slab of butter. I groan thankfully in time to your thrusts. You cum again, but I hold on to my orgasm since you have not given me permission to relieve myself. I see you smile secretly when you notice this and guess that I have just avoided a snare. "Stand up," you say, still going with the dog command theme. I obey, but manage to get to my feet only shakily. You walk behind me and I feel you put my collar on. I tense up, expecting to be strangled again, but you simply affix it around my neck and fit my leash. "Do not remove these until I tell you that you may." I say nothing. "Did you hear what I said you cheating little cunt?" you shout into my ear. 'Yes Sir," I whisper, tearfully. "I will not remove these until you say that I may." "What will you not remove?" "My collar and leash, Sir." "And why do you have to wear a collar and leash?" you ask as you wrap the leash around my breasts and flick my right nipple with your finger. "Because I am a nasty, cheating, big-tittied, cock-sucking, sluttish, bitch, cunt, Sir." "That you are, Cinnamon," you say, pleased with my response. "That you are." You sip my protruding nipples and nip them gently with your teeth for a while. You seem to forget for a moment where you are as you plant a gentle kiss directly on my sensitive nub. "And why should I not just tell the Disciplinary Committee what you are, Cinnamon?" you whisper. My heart skips a beat and then begins to hammer heavily in my chest. Suddenly, I want to pee myself. "Please Sir!" I hear myself mewl, pathetically. "Shut up and answer the question," you bark. "I'll do anything to show you how sorry I am Sir. I have learned my lesson! I won't ever do anything like that again! I know that I am a worthless cunt Sir. I know that I don't deserve your mercy, but I am begging you Sir! Please forgive me, I'll do anything to show you how sorry I am!" I am beginning to repeat myself. You look at me strangely but say nothing. I do not meet your eyes, but look at your shoes. You did not even bother to undress today before you claimed me; so all you have to do is to tuck yourself in. "Put your clothes on slut," you snap suddenly. "I don't want anyone to see you like this." I put my clothes on quickly with trembling hands. I loop the leash and tuck it away so that it does not show below my skirt. "Get the fuck out of my office, you little cheat!" you say, irritably, without even looking at me. "You disgust me!" I flee, without my assignment. I am not even sure if I am to bother to come again tomorrow. "Sir?" I whisper timidly. "Yes, Cinnamon." "May I ask you something?" "What is it, Cinnamon?" "Are you still planning to give me an assignment?" I hesitate. "To replace the last one?" "I'll test you on Monday to see what you really know about physics. I hope that you have been studying hard this week, because I can promise you, the exam will not be easy for you." I feel my heart drop out of my chest. I have not been studying this week. I have been thinking about you and what has been happening between us and wondering what you were going to do next. It has never occurred to me that you were planning to have me sit another examination in your presence. You see my dismay. "Surely you did not think that I would trust you with another assignment that I did not actually watch you do? You are a nasty, cheating cunt, Cinnamon. We both know that. I know that you cannot help yourself. You cheat. That's what you do. Given that I know that I have to protect myself and this university from you. I have to be sure that when we certify the likes of you that we know that you are capable of more than just opening your legs and spreading your cash around the place. I have to protect the fraternity of physicists because I don't know in whose bed you will end up. I need to know that you will not destroy anyone else because of your lack of discipline-specific knowledge and despite your skills as a whore. If it's one thing that I've learned about you this week it's that you are, genuinely, very talented, Cinnamon. I won't deny it, you have a very beautiful body and you like showing it off. Look at you, stripping yourself naked as soon as you came into my office. What would anyone think if they saw us now? You would do well in a Red Light District somewhere. I am just less sure that your future is in a serious university among decent scholars." You do not even lift your voice as you destroy me. You flay me with your views about my future as if you were explaining Newton's Laws to a slow-witted high school student. An image of myself walking naked on a train track waiting to be run over by the oncoming train flashes through my head, another of lying dead and naked in the garbage behind your office follows it quickly. The collar that I am still wearing around my neck feels suddenly constricting. I force myself to listen to you. "You disappoint me, Cinnamon. I have watched you for the past four years. I have seen you in the library and in the labs after hours. I thought that you had something special. You didn't, you are just like everyone else. You're common. You embarrass me Cinnamon. Even worse than that though, is the fact that I'm sure that your parents are proud of you. I pity them." I begin to tremble uncontrollably. Your mention of my parents, more than anything else that has happened this week, has hit me hard. I suddenly feel sorry for them for having me for a daughter. I realise that I do not deserve any good thing in my life for I have squandered the legacy that those two good people and their parents before them and all my ancestors in Jamaica had laid for me. I suddenly realise that the examination that you plan for me on Monday will be the most important in my life for many reasons, chief of which is that I have to prove to both of us that I can carry the burden of my ancestors forward with a humble strength. I have been so sure of my own intelligence. It is that pride that has been my undoing. I think about how I had taken on too much and run out of time to do your assignment properly and so I had cheated and got caught. It was pride that had brought me to your attention four years ago when I sat in your class and showed off my knowledge by challenging you about your own theories. I was so sure then that I had a Nobel Prize in my future. All of my teachers to that point had led me to believe so and I had been gullible enough to believe them. All of my classmates had capitulated before my brilliance and I had been arrogant enough to take this as my right. You seem to have been the only person who saw me for who I really was: a spoiled child who did not understand her responsibility to do the right thing with her gifts. You alone seem to have seen the darker side of my possibilities. This entire week had been a lesson in life. You had to drag me down several pegs to make me understand exactly the sort of pedestal on which I could potentially stand. I feel a strange calm settle over me. I control myself and my trembling stills. I feel my back straighten and as I look you calmly in the eye, I see the same strange expression that I noticed yesterday. I see your eyes glance at my breasts and you pull them away guiltily. I see you stamp down on a flicker of desire. I come to you and deliberately palm your crotch. Your erection grows exponentially in my hand and you groan and try to pull away from me. I do not let you go. I see your face harden and you drop the mask. I see a desire in your eyes that almost takes my breath away. Your hands are like steel traps as they hold my face and you bring your mouth to mine. You kiss me harder than I have ever been kissed before. You sweep my tongue aside and plunder my mouth with your tongue. You press me against the wall and hold me there with your mouth while your hands struggle with your belt and flies. I try to help you even as I strip myself again because I have never been more desperate to feel your cock inside me. You lift me and I wrap my legs around your waist. You run with me to your desk and sweeping everything off it violently you throw me down roughly. You survey my naked body not seeming to know what you want first. There is a wild look in your eyes and your breathing is heavy. "Oh god, Cin!" you whisper and slip your hand under my buttocks. You lift my cunt to meet your lowering mouth and you bury your face between my legs. You eat me out mercilessly and my screams of delight bounce off the walls unheeded. You seize my left breast in a vice-like grip and use it to steady yourself as you climb onto the desk between my spread legs. You waste no more time and plunge your diamond hardness into my slick cunt. We both groan as you settle yourself against my pelvis. You look into my eyes and smile at me; the first genuine smile that I have ever seen on your face. I think you're beautiful and I reach for your face to kiss you again. "This changes nothing." you say, resisting my kiss. "You still have to pass my class if you want to graduate this year and take up your scholarship. And I mean it Cinnamon; I am not going to be easy on you. You don't deserve it. Sluts and cheats have no place in the academy. You have to earn your right to be here. You most of all, Cinnamon." "I know," I say, grinding my pelvis up against yours. I look into your eyes, "Thank you. Honestly, Sir, you have taught me more this week than you know." "I hope so. I don't know how many of your professors you've spread your legs for in the past, but I want to be the last," there is no smile in your eyes as you say this, and you grind down hard on me, nailing me to your desk. My shame wells up again. "You've been watching me Sir. You must know that I have not done this before!" I protest, my legs falling open even wider to facilitate the angry fucking that I know I'm about to get. "Sir, I swear to you that I will never do anything like this again. I have learned that there is something more than winning all of the awards! I will work hard for everything that I have in my career! I will never take the easy road again, Sir! This will be my lifelong penance, I swear to you." My earnestness seems to impress you a little. You look at me strangely again, and I am tempted to ask what it is that you are thinking right at that very moment. The look fades and you smile ironically. "I'll think about forgiving you on Monday after I grade your script. In the meanwhile," you say wiggling and undulating your hips. "show your Daddy how good a slut you can be, bitch.". The heady feeling that you, the most powerful man whom I know, want to be with me, however reluctantly, inspires me; and I catch you unawares as I flip you over on the desk and begin my own assault on your body. I exceed our expectations and you cum, thunderously, not with my name ringing from the rafters in your office, but with a dead faint that leaves you in awe when I coax you back to consciousness. You cuddle me, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. I watch you quietly, not wanting to disturb you. "Time to get up," you say, patting my arm and dismissing me at last. "I have to clean this mess up." We dress in silence, not looking at each other, and I help you fix the mess in your office. I leave without another word, but I look back at you as I turn to close the door behind me. I see you sitting at your desk looking at your papers. Somehow I know that you are not reading, you're just staring at them...Somehow I know that you're trying to forget the sex that we just had. You had meant to torture me this week, but you have just been hoist by your own petard, and doomed yourself to needing to fuck me. "Your exam is 10 o'clock on Monday morning, Cinnamon," you growl, just as the door closes. "Don't be late." I sit in a corner of your office and look at my question paper. There is only one statement there. You were cold and curt when I came in this morning. The man who wanted me three days ago is gone. I can see only judgement in your eyes now. I know that if I fail you I will be lost. "You may sit there," you say briefly. I sit there without saying anything and set my equipment on the desk. I will have no computer, nothing. I must do everything by hand, from first principles; in graphite and ink. You glance at your watch and then back at me. "You may begin." I look at the paper again and read, once more, that impossible statement. 'Prove to me that you are worthy." That is all it says. I pick up my pen and reflect on the previous week; I think about all that I have learned over the past four years. I think about my aspirations. I think about all that I know and how I have come to know these things. I think about the cramming that I have done over the weekend since I left your office. Not having a promise that you were planning to stick to the syllabus for your class I reviewed everything that I had been taught over the past four years. I am exhausted. The ideas swirl in my mind. I feel dizzy. Revenge Is Sweet Your challenge reverberates in my head: prove to me that you are worthy. Prove to ME that you are worthy! PROVE to me that you are worthy. Prove to me that YOU are worthy. Prove to me that you are WORTHY. PROVE TO ME THAT YOU ARE WORTHY. I begin to write. I do not know where this will end. I have three hours to prove to you that I am worthy. I think about our shared history, yours and mine. I think about you and what sort of man you have become, because of me. I think about your career and all that I have read about you, and how you first looked at me in that strange, cold way four years ago. My breath hitches. I did not hear you get up and approach behind me. I feel you finger my collar gently. I feel you tug on my leash. I feel your hands sweep down into my blouse and palm and squeeze my naked breasts. I feel your fingers play with my nipples. They harden and my writing slows, but it does not stop as I write a review of the literature for you. I explain my interpretation of your own theories and why I feel that they must be challenged based on all that I know and think. I tell you my plan for extending your work... our work, Master, using the new cutting-edge resources available at the spanking state-of-the-art facility recently built Yale... They want to make a bid to be the Number 1 physics programme in the country; to surpass Stanford and Berkeley and Harvard and MIT, and they have determined that I will be among a small cadre of young people who will help them to do this. As I realise that this, taking up your mantle, is what I am doing I feel the most deliciously sexy sensation wash over me and I cum, right there in the exam. I am quiet about it. I don't want you to know what is happening to me lest you misinterpret and become even angrier. I continue to write and the time flies and my head hurts badly. I want to weep. I have poured my soul into this paper and stood naked before you as I have never done before. "Your time is up, Cinnamon," you say tiredly. "Go and eat something and come back. I will have an answer for you in an hour." I return to your office and hear you speaking quietly with someone. He seems very distraught. "I really don't know what to say, Jim," I hear the voice of the university's President. "This is very disappointing! Very disappointing indeed! And she's one of our own! How can this be?" I rush to the door, wild eyed, knowing that you are speaking about me! I can hardly breathe as I look at you accusingly. Despite all that you've said, I thought that we were going to settle this matter between us! The President looks startled as I burst into the room. He gazes at me and, seeming to recognise me, smiles delightedly! "Jim, is this the young woman about whom you have been telling me?" He reaches for my hand and shakes it. I look at both of you uncertainly. You gaze at me unsmilingly. I smile back at the President as though at my lifeline. "Cinnamon Swann!" he says as if speaking to a celebrity. "Your Professor tells me that you are the most gifted student of your age, Cinnamon. He says that he has never met anyone like you. He tells me that he had noticed you from your first year with us and that he's been trying to groom you. He's disappointed me though," he glances at you again before returning his eagle eye to me, "by saying that you will be leaving us! He says that you have accepted a very good scholarship with the new programme at Yale and that he has been unable to persuade you to remain here to do your graduate work. I suppose that we have to be grateful though. Our policy of mixing our best professors in with the first years is paying off if he could have found and guided you...it's a good thing for physics! Better luck for us next time, I suppose." I force my mouth open and push the words out before I can change my mind. "No, Sir. I'm afraid that Jim is wrong. I will be staying here with him... at this school... I think that he has much more to teach me and we have already been discussing an extension to his work." I glance at you but you are not looking at me at all. "Who knows," I quip, "perhaps he can win a second Nobel Prize...It would take Yale years to top that! One man, copping the physics prize twice! You'd be a god, Sir." Professor MacTavish pumps my arm vigorously and drawing me to him, envelopes me in a tight bear hug. I hug him back, relieved. "This is wonderful news, my dear! I suppose that I will leave you two to your meeting then!" He turns to you and gushes, "Well done, Jim! Well done! Congratulations! Excellent work as usual!" "Why did you change your mind?" you ask when President McTavish and your now curious Grad Assistant, Pryia, finally leave us alone in the room. "I need to be here," I say tentatively, hoping that you will understand what I cannot bring myself to say. "This changes nothing between us. I hope you realise that." I notice your finger stroking the wood of your desk. I know that you want to stroke my skin but you cannot bring yourself to do so right now. "I know," I whisper. "I wouldn't want it to." 'Good," your voice hardens considerably, "meet me at the Sanford in an hour, bitch. You will be punished for making me worry." Revenge Is Sweet Throughout his whole school life, James had been bullied. It was never physical, but the constant verbal abuse affected him deeply. He became withdrawn and didn't have any friends. Whilst others were at parties, he stayed at home. The girl behind it was evil. Every term he had a new name. Everything he did was wrong. The years of torment had left him emotionally scarred, and his thoughts were getting more irrational each day. The girl was called Caitlin. She worked at a coffee shop just around the corner from his house. Every day he would watch her walk by, without a care in the world. "I'll give her something to care about" he would think as he watched her saunter by. Each time he saw her he felt an indescribable rage build in his body. He had never felt anything quite like it. On one Tuesday morning, he formed a plan. He couldn't believe he had never thought of it before. It was genius. The perfect revenge. The following morning he found himself walking to the coffee shop. He ordered a latte and sat in the corner, watching Caitlin as she went about her business. The rage that built was not as strong as before. He didn't need to be bitter anymore. Revenge was so close he could almost touch it. When she was occupied with a particularly busy table, he disappeared into the back room. He found her coat and pulled the keys out of her pocket. He then swiftly exited the shop and took a walk. The walk led him to a block of flats not far from his own house. The flat number was on the set of keys and he made his way up to 4B. The flat was immaculate. The furniture was minimal and the books and DVDs were all neatly stacked on shelves. Her bedroom was the same. The clothes were ordered in the wardrobe and there was nothing on the floor. Her bed was made and the carpet was spotless. The draw nearest her bed contained a silver vibrator. "Oh you naughty girl Caitlin." He smirked as he replaced it. Just before he reached the bedroom door he had an idea. He went back to the draw and placed the vibrator on her pillow. "That'll confuse the bitch." He walked out of the flat, careful not to draw attention to himself. In town he got a copy of the key made, then went back to the coffee shop. "Excuse me," he said to Caitlin, "I found these outside the shop, someone in here might have dropped them." She looked down at the keys and saw they were hers. "Oh thank you, I must have dropped them." With that he left the shop, smirking as he went. The next morning, he returned to the coffee shop and ordered the same. He overheard Caitlin on her phone during her break. "Listen, Amy, when I got back yesterday, my...some things that I hadn't moved were put in a different place. Did you see anyone go in my flat?" The reply was an obvious no. She shook her head and told her friend it must be the lack of sleep. With that she hung up and returned to her shift. He hid his smile by taking a sip of coffee, then left the shop. That night he once again arrived at Caitlin's flat. It was past midnight and he heard nothing coming from the inside. He let himself in, silently, and tiptoed to her bedroom. She was quite a beautiful girl, he had to admit. Her dark hair covered the pillow and her soft, rhythmic breathing soothed his nerves. He just stood there. Watching. Waiting. About an hour later she awoke. When she looked she saw a figure hidden in the shadows. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and in that brief moment, James slipped beneath the bed in one smooth movement. He heard her groan and fall back onto the pillow. Within minutes he heard her breathing slow and he knew she was asleep. He slipped silently out the flat and was finally able to breathe normally again. The experience had given him a huge adrenaline rush, and he spent the rest of the night planning. He found himself once again in the coffee shop. Caitlin looked worried, and the bags under her eyes showed it hadn't been a peaceful night. One of her colleagues asked if she was okay, and she murmured something about a bad dream, bit her lip nervously, and hurried to serve a table towards the back. He decided to return to her flat while she was still working, and arrived in less than 10 minutes. He let himself in and made himself a coffee. He didn't wash the cup, instead leaving it on the table. He then rifled through the books and DVDs on the shelf in the living room. He took out a book and two films. The book was titled "Revenge" and the two films were "The Taking" and "Evil Satisfaction". He placed them on the coffee table and went to the bedroom to put the vibrator on her pillow. James thought of it as his mark. The next day he observed Caitlin closely. Over the past week she had become tired and lifeless. It seemed everything made her on edge. The opening of the door made her jump and she dropped at least 5 cups of coffee. Her eyes flitted from face to face like a crazy woman. Little did she know the surprise she was going to get tonight. James went to the flat just before 5. He knew Caitlin finished then and wanted to beat her home. He made himself comfy on the sofa and awaited her arrival. Sure enough, at quarter past five Caitlin stood outside the flat. The door was ajar, and she contemplated calling the police to report a break in. She decided against it, she felt embarrassed by the fact her most intimate toy had been on display twice in the past week. She entered to find a man sitting on her sofa. He stood to greet her. "Hello, how was work? Here, let me take your coat." Caitlin was paralyzed with fear. Before she found the courage to move, she felt a sharp pain on her head and fell to the floor. James worked tirelessly for an hour. He picked the unconscious girl off the floor and carried her to the bedroom, stripping her clothes as he went. He then tied rope to each of the 4 bedposts and restrained Caitlin's ankles and wrists. He looked down with pride at his work so far. Caitlin's eyes fluttered open and it took her a moment to get her bearings. She strained her neck to find she was naked and restrained. She look at her captor with a terror he had never before seen. He smirked at her and his dark eyes showed no remorse. To be continued... Revenge is Sweet Anna had always been a relatively reasonable girl. When faced with a choice, she always weighed out the options, made a list of pros and cons, and thought logically. However, the choice she made was always definite. No turning back, no regrets. Today, she had made a choice. Daphne would pay for her actions. Armed with a bluetooth carefully hidden behind her hair, Anna would have her revenge. After a sizable fallout between the two, Daphne had taken to shit-talking on her blog. She made posts noting Anna as "ugly," and "stupid," all while trying to maintain the idea that no one could compete with her own cuteness. Of course, being the coward that she was, Daphne was never brave enough to make such comments in person. She was eager to hide behind her blog, daring Anna to "fight her," in pathetic little passive-aggressive posts. More than anything, Daphne was always manipulative. She made friends solely for the purpose of stealing them, using them as an advantage above others. There had been countless times when she wooed the friends of her friends, then turned them against each other. Anna knew that Daphne's passive-aggressive posts were urging her to get physical, just so Daphne could call the Dean and get her expelled. That wasn't going to happen. "Dane, I'm glad you came." Anna smiled as she opened her front door, welcoming her guest. "Can I get you something to drink?" She batted her lashes, smoothing down the front of her just-too-short skirt. Dane, who looked around nervously, quickly entered the house and turned down the drink offer. "You said you wanted to talk?" He asked, swallowing thickly. Anna just grinned. She could see the fear in his eyes, see the sweat on his brow. He was terrified that Daphne would find him fraternizing with the enemy. And she would. But all in good time. Anna led Dane to her living room, taking a seat on the couch. She let her skirt pool over her thighs, exposing them just enough to catch his eye. Dane had been unlucky enough to be roped into being Daphne's boyfriend. Though he didn't fit her 'type,' he had money that he was willing to spend on Daphne, and that's all she needed. Dane wasn't particularly smart nor attractive, which is why he so eagerly agreed to be monogamous with her. What he didn't realize, however, was how limited their sex life would be. "Thank you for coming. I'm sure it wasn't easy to get away from her for the afternoon." Anna said softly, feigning a pout and a sigh. "I'm sure you've heard that Daphne and I aren't friends anymore." Dane's glance wavered and he swallowed nervously, as if he was afraid to give out too much information. "Err, yeah. I...I heard." He stammered, unable to look Anna in the eyes. "You should know...I'm not one to gossip, but when it's so important I just..." Anna lowered her head, playing up her role as the troubled, considerate victim. In fact, she felt as if she were channeling Daphne herself. "What do you mean?" Dane asked, finally glancing back at Anna. She had caught his attention. Good. Now she just had to keep him on the line. "Well, I spent a lot of time with Daphne, as you know. She told me a lot of things...things that I was afraid to tell people. And...oh Dane!" Anna lifted her head, resting her hand on top of her prey's, "You're just such a nice guy. I can't bear to leave you in the dark about it anymore!" Dane's eyes quickly followed Anna's hand, moving slightly, as if marveling at the feeling of being touched affectionately. After staring for a little too long, his eyes snapped up to meet Anna's. "What do you mean?" He asked softly, almost too scared to ask. "Well...she always talked about how much she wished she was single. I mean, she's even posted about it on her blog before." Anna frowned, averting her eyes, as if to look guilty. "She made me promise never to mention it, but...I felt like you needed to know." Anna turned her body to face Dane, her full chest jiggling in her tight-fitting top. "But that was just the beginning. She would always brag about how she had you wrapped around her finger. How she never had to pay for anything, and never had to sleep with you..." Anna continued, hiding her eagerness as she watched for Dane's reaction. He, of course, was crushed. His self-esteem was fleeting, and he seemed to be internally melting. To be fair, Anna wasn't completely lying. At least not yet. The claim about posts on Daphne's blog were true, and while Daphne had never admitted to using Dane for his money, it was obvious. Dane sat speechless, heartbroken, and altogether overwhelmed. 'Now to hit him where it hurts,' Anna thought to herself. "Then...she...she cheated on you." She rested her hand on Dane's thigh, looking into his eyes, feigning another pout. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I was afraid she'd do something horrible to me if I did." Dane turned his head away, presumably fighting back tears. He really was an innocent pawn in her plan, but Anna had little sympathy for men that only thought with their dick. "During our art class, you know, the one you always drop her off at in the afternoon? She skipped it to hook up with this guy in our class, Ryan. The next day, she couldn't stop bragging about how big his cock was, and how much she loved fucking him...Her words, not mine!" Anna had entered the stage of complete fabrication now. But it was necessary for her plan to work; emotionally damaging the only thing keeping Daphne stable: her financial support. When she had finished speaking, Anna embraced Dane in a tight hug, making sure her tits were pressed firmly against his chest. "I'm so sorry. She really is a bad person. You deserve someone much better than her...someone who appreciates how caring you really all." She cooed into his ear, running her fingers down through his hair, and across his back. Dane returned Anna's much-too-tender hug, squeezing her tightly. After a few more moments, they broke contact, and Dane pulled off his glasses, sighing deeply. "I...I always kind of knew, y'know? Honestly, she barely lets me touch her anymore. I can't remember the last time we had sex." He mumbled sadly, lost in his devastation as he slipped his glasses back on. "I know. She talked about it a lot. How she didn't want to have sex with you, I mean." Anna returned her hand to Dane's thigh, rubbing it gently. "I honestly don't know why she feels that way, though. I mean, I've always thought you were really handsome. She never appreciated how lucky she was to have such a great guy." Anna continued her empty compliments, going over her plan in her head. Dane, of course, would have to make the first move. That was the only way it'd be sweet revenge, afterall. Sure, Anna would have seduced him, but ultimately, he would be the one to decide to cheat on Daphne. "You really think so?" Dane asked, almost too pathetic for Anna to even share eye contact with. But she had to do what she had to do. "Of course. If I'm being honest I...err, nevermind." She trailed off purposely, sheepishly rubbing at the back of her head. "No, what? Tell me." Dane turned towards her, clearly more engaged in Anna's movements and thoughts. "Well, I was always kind of jealous that Daphne had you. I mean, I've had a crush on you for quite a while." Anna lied through her teeth, faking a nervous smile. "You...you did?" Dane was in disbelief, and Anna didn't blame him. Her, have a crush on him? As if. He glanced away, deep in thought for a few moments. "You really are beautiful, Anna. You know that, right?" He couldn't meet her gaze, still somewhat trained to be fearful of Daphne. "T-thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." Anna rested her hand over her heart, really an excuse to draw Dane's eyes to her chest. "How could anyone ever treat you the way she does? You're such a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you." Anna gushed, and Dane swallowed thickly. He rested his hand on top of Anna's, both of them sharing space on his thigh. "You really think so?" He asked, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Anna nodded, feeling Dane's hand beginning to guide her's higher. Her eyes followed their hands, and she made no attempts to stop him. Feeling encouraged, Dane finally slid Anna's hand atop the slight bulge in his pants, applying pressure. Anna bit her lower lip, eyes flickering up to meet Dane's, innocent and engaging. Finally, he fell for the bait. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, cupping her cheek in his hand. Anna pretended like she enjoyed it, swiftly returning his kiss, and straddling his lap. "Please, take your cock out. I want to see it so bad." Anna pleaded between kisses, and Dane took his attention away from her for a few moments. During that time, Anna switched on her bluetooth, which was connected to a recording program on her computer. Daphne would get her just desserts. She'd lose everything, and Anna was sure of that. Finally, Dane's cock was out. Hard, throbbing, and desperate to be touched. Like he said, it had been months since he and Daphne had sex, so she was sure he was ready to burst. Anna hovered her fingers an inch above the head of his cock, making him groan with eagerness. "Are you sure you want to do this, Dane? I want to make sure you-" Anna baited him again, wanting prime audio for her recording. "Yes. Fuck yes, Anna. I want you so much. I want to fuck you so bad." Dane begged, and Anna smiled, finally letting her hand reach his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned, cock twitching in her hand. Retracting her hand to spit in it, Anna quickly returned it to Dane's cock, stroking him quickly and firmly. Growing braver by the moment, Dane tugged Anna's top up, exposing her large, heavy tits. He wasted no time and began licking, exploring every inch of them with his tongue. Anna exaggerated a moan, but didn't change her rhythm as she stroked his cock. Dane moved on to her nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking, circling his tongue around it. Growing tired of wasting time, Anna was ready to get to the good stuff. "I want you to fuck me, Dane. Please, fuck my brains out." She egged him on, and he certainly didn't need to be asked twice. Without hesitation, he reached into his wallet, opening it to fetch a condom. Anna eyed its contents, noticing that Dane did, in fact, have quite a lot of money. Focusing on the task at hand, she took the condom from Dane, tearing the wrapper open with her teeth, and rolling it down his length. "Mm, your cock is so big, Dane. I can't wait to have it inside of me." Using his name was a necessity. She wanted Daphne to hear those words in her head forever, and using his name would make it harder for her to forget. "Fuck, me too. Anna, you're so fucking perfect." He kissed at her neck desperately, unable to control himself. Anna smiled, hiking up her skirt, exposing that she wasn't wearing panties. Licking her lips, she adjusted her position, making sure to straddle Dane's cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forearms on his shoulders as she made herself comfortable. His hands gripped at her sides, trailing down to her round ass and squeezing in disbelief. Though his eyes focused on her tits, Anna shook her head. "I want you to look at me, Dane. Watch me while you fuck me." Anna stated a little more firmly than she'd spoken before. Still, Dane obeyed, eyes locked on her's as she began to slide down. The head of his cock rested against her wet opening, eager to push inside. "Tell me how much you want to fuck me." Anna requested, dragging out his anticipation until it was full-on desperation. "So, so much. I've always thought about fucking you, Anna. I need to feel you. Please, please, let me make you cum." He pleaded, and Anna raised her eyebrows and smirked, pleased with his show of devotion. Maybe Dane wasn't so useless after all. Finally, Anna pressed down, allowing his cock to enter her. He moaned in almost agony, but obediently kept his eyes locked on Anna's. Eager to test him, Anna wasted no time in forcing all of his cock inside her, taking every inch without much of a struggle. "F-fuck, you're so fucking wet, Anna." Dane breathed, fogging up his glasses. Anna pressed his face into her exposed breasts, a silent demand for him to lick and suck her again. He obliged, acting as if he'd been given the best gift on the planet. Enjoying herself more than she expected to, Anna arched her hips up and down, riding Dane as if she wanted to win the Kentucky Derby. "Your cock feels so good. I love the way you stretch me, Dane." She moaned, tightening her walls around him to emphasize her point. Anna began rotating her hips, almost as if she were practicing her hula hooping skills, and Dane squirmed in ecstasy, his moans somewhat muffled by her bouncing tits. His panting and consistent moans were alerting Anna that he was already close to cumming. She, however, wasn't done yet. Slowing her pace down, Anna licked her lips, leaning in to bite Dane's neck. She needed to leave marks as proof, something that Daphne would ultimately see. She sucked and bit at the delicate flesh, not paying any mind to Dane's slight whimpers. He rested his hands on her hips, groping and squeezing her, unwilling to let go. Anna continued to moan, using his shoulders as leverage as she arched her ass, increasing her speed, fucking against Dane's cock with vigor. "Ahh, fuck, Dane! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your big, fat cock!" Anna gasped, keeping up with her quick speed. Dane could barely respond, his moans telling the whole story. Tilting her head back, Anna increased the pitch of her moans, squealing in false ecstasy as she pretended to orgasm. She tightened her cunt, imitating convulsions as she trembled atop Dane. "I want you to cum while you're inside me, Dane." Anna panted, still recovering from her "intense orgasm." Dane, who was turning red fighting the urge to cum, nodded weakly. He leaned his head back, wanting to make eye contact with Anna as he came. His mouth fell open slightly as he grew closer and closer, and Anna began rotating her hips again, circling his cock inside her. Unable to hold back anymore, Dane shuddered. "F-fuck, I'm...I'm cumming, Anna!" He announced, letting out stammered, shortened moans as he let spurt after spurt of his hot cum fill the condom. Anna, always the tease, kept up with his pace after he finished, making sure he was overly sensitive. Finally, after she had her fill of his whimpers and groans, she climbed off of Dane, sitting beside him on the couch. While he panted, Anna tugged her top back down over her breasts, adjusting her skirt. "That was..." Dane struggled to catch his breath, "fucking amazing..." "Glad you thought so." Anna smiled, nodding a little. "But now, you've gotta go." She stood, and a confused Dane was quickly ushered out of her home. "I'll call you!" He promised as she closed the door on him. Without taking a moment to pause, Anna hurried upstairs to her room, clicking off her bluetooth. She smiled widely as she looked down at her computer, which had collected around 20 minutes of audio from downstairs. For the next hour or so, Anna carefully pieced together her audio clip for Daphne. Once done, she submitted the file to Daphne's blog, pleased with the results. - "Hello, Daphne. [Dane moans.] Does that sound familiar? [Dane moans again, sucking sounds can be heard.] Here, I'll give you a hint...[Dane's voice: "Yes. Fuck yes, Anna. I want you so much. I want to fuck you so bad."] [Anna's voice: Your cock feels so good. I love the way you stretch me, Dane."] Before you think of talking shit about me, I want you to think about this, got it? Just know that you did this to yourself. Attached is the rest of my fun time with Dane. I'm sure you won't want to miss it, it's an instant classic. Sincerely, Your friend Anna." Revenge is Sweet His name is John and he was meeting his friend, Jason, across town at a bar. John wasn't too happy about meeting him since he had to cancel his date with Christine. He had been dating Christine for 6 months. Their busy schedules only allowed them to get together one night a week. However that one night just about drains him sexually, almost to the point of needing a week to recover, almost. Christine is 25 years old, five foot three, soft brown shoulder length hair, clean shaven pussy with nice puffy lips that I can suck on for hours, all packaged up in a small nighty-eight pound tight body. John has never met anyone like Christine. Her insatiable appetite for sex is comparable to no other. He first met Christine at the horse races. As the gates opened up the horses leaped into action tearing down the field. As the horses passed in front of him, his eyes swept to the right following the race until they stopped at this little spit fire of a woman leaning over the railing as she watched the horses stream by. There was something about her that gave him the courage to walk up to her and start a conversation. His six foot frame towered over Christine, as he walked up to her and introduced himself. Never had he been one to take on such a domineering approach, but something drew him to her. They hit it off right away and ended up back at his place. Christine was quick to take off her blouse right when they walked through the door. He took that as a definite green light. He easily picked her up into his arms and walked her back to the bedroom. Christine grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back as she started to bite him on his neck. At first he thought she was playing, and then he actually felt pain. He threw her on the bed and looked at her wicked little grin and new then they were in for a rough ride. He grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled on it until it finally pulled off of her. He yanked her boots off and threw them on the floor. Her eyes were wild with passion. He pulled his shirt open letting the buttons fly. Christine gasped as her hand shot to her panty covered pussy. His pants dropped to the floor and he stood there in his boxer briefs. He crawled up her body. Her sexual aroma was filling the room. Her chest was heaving in labored breaths. His face went down on her pussy. Her panties were soaked with her juices. His tongue snaked under her panty leg and scooped them in his mouth. He bit down on the leg of her panties and pulled them down and completely off her legs using only his mouth. Christine continued to finger her pussy, opening her lips wide, inviting him to take them. His seven inch cock was dripping with his own wetness, eager to find its way in her dark and wet pleasure trove. He moved back up to her hairless pussy. The heat was unbelievable. He grabbed her wrists, pulled them away from her pussy, and pinned them to the bed. Her legs spread open offering herself to him. His mouth was watering as his tongue tasted her for the first time, sweet and juicy. As his tongue explored her pussy lips he could feel her legs shake with desire. He put his entire mouth over her pussy and sucked in those swollen lips. He sucked hard as he ran his tongue over every inch of them. Christine began to moan louder. Her legs wrapped around his head and locked him in position. Her body was rolling back and forth. His body began to flop along with her rhythm. He knew she was about to cum and he wasn't ready to give her that pleasure. He slid his hands between the mattress and her back until they were far enough up her back to lift her up and flip her over onto her stomach. It happened so fast she could not respond. He pulled her hands back towards him and plunged his cock into her wet pussy. She screamed out "Oh God Yes! Fuck me hard you bastard!" She liked it rough and rough is how she is going to get it. He used her arms as leverage to push and pull her back onto his hard cock. His balls were slapping against her pelvis so hard they began to hurt, and he loved it. He didn't want to cum yet so he flipped her onto her back. Her pussy tasted so good it was time for her to have a taste. He jumped on her stomach and used his knees to pin her arms down. His hard cock was too stiff to feed it into her mouth at this angle, so he leaned forward until his pussy juice covered cock was at her lips. "Taste your juice bitch. Clean up the mess you made on my cock." Her eyes were rolling behind her head as she licked her juices from his cock like a Popsicle on a hot summer day. His cock was flopping all over her face as she struggled to lick it clean. Her pussy juices were smeared on her cheeks and her lips. It was so hot to see her face covered in her own cum juices. He pulled off of her, lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock back into her pussy. Christine screamed out as she had a violent orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on his cock stopping any chance of cumming at the point. As she was wailing through an intense orgasm he looked down at her barely there tits. She had to have a flaw somewhere and tits were it. But her nipples were poking up and hard, so he leaned down and grabbed her right nipple in his mouth. He bit down on her nipple hard as he was finally able to release his hot load and shoot it into Christine's pussy. He was sure that the neighbors, 3 blocks over, heard their screams. Christine was not done. She rolled him off of her putting him on his back. She quickly climbed on top of him and planted her cum covered pussy over his face. She leaned forward and he felt her warm mouth suck in his softening sensitive cock. His cock was sensitive after just cumming so hard but her knees on either side of his head clamped down and she sunk her pussy onto his face. They cleaned each other off until they both came again in each other's mouth. It was the wildest sex he ever had. Over the next six months sex became more wild and violent with Christine, but always ended in the most intense orgasms. Christine is an insatiable minx. Jason ordered them a couple of stiff drinks, looked at him and said "I'm sorry I had to do it this way, but I know how much you like Christine." Just as he finished he glanced across the bar and nodded for John to look as well. John's heart sank as Christine was sitting on some guy's lap grinding her ass against him as she had her hand on another guy's knee. They were all laughing and having a great time. John wanted to get up and break it up and see what the hell she was up to. Jason grabbed my arm, "Don't! She's just a girl that likes having men around her, a lot. Let's get out of here." Jason and John walked out the door. John's head hanging down, "What the hell was that all about Jason?" "As hard as that was I knew the only way to keep you in control would be in a public place. If we had been alone you would have punched me and called me a liar." Jason was right; John gets all caught up in women and can't see straight. Jason dropped John off at home and he drank his heart ache away. The next morning John woke up with a terrific hangover and a taste for revenge. Christine likes it rough, so let's just see how rough she can take it. John called a few friends and they were all up for it. Now it was time to turn the plan into reality. It's been two weeks now since that night when John had seen Christine hanging all over those other men. Even though they didn't have an exclusive relationship, he hadn't realized she was seeing so many other men. Last weekend he went back across town and hung out at the same bar that Jason took him to. True to form Christine showed up with a couple, and man and woman. They slid into a booth, with Christine in the middle. After the second round of drinks arrived the table was getting quiet. I slouched down in my booth and I could see that the couple each had a hand up Christine's skirt. Christine's eyes were glazed over, not from the drink, but the public masturbation she was receiving by the couple. He was horny and pissed at the same time. He knew his plan was going to work now more than ever. It took another week to round up 2 of his buddies, their girlfriends, and Jason. On a scale of one to ten in kinky, these friends tipped off at about an eleven. John had never been to any of their swing parties, but he knew this was the group to help him out. Christine didn't know his friends Barb and Tom, so they will be the ones going after Christine to seduce her. The following weekend Barb "happened" to run into Christine in the lobby of her work building. Barb "accidentally" dropped her papers after bumping into Christine. We had an arrangement of S&M documents and some pictures of Barb in her dominatrix outfit, and a girl naked on all fours tied to a leash that Barb held, with Mistress written next to her. Christine quickly came to Barb's rescue and began helping her pickup the papers. After they picked everything up they began to chat. I knew she would hit it off with Barb, everyone does. Barb was fast with her seduction telling her how beautiful she was and how she loves to see flawless women like her. The hook was when Barb told Christine that it was too bad she had no tits. "You're such a pretty girl Christine, I'm sure if you had some tits men would flock all around you? A girl like you would have to swing both ways in order to get any kind of attention. Isn't that right sweetie?" Barb made her case as she grabbed her own tits and juggled them in front of Christine, "Now these babies keep my Tom occupied. Two BB's on a Board just would never do it for him. A shame really, I think we could have had a good time with you, too bad you look too much like a boy." Barb laid it on thick. Christine was getting off on being put down, "I know, my tits just never came in. I'm sorry that they offend you. I know I could make you and your husband happy if you give me a chance." She was actually groveling to Barb. Barb didn't give in yet, "Oh sweetie that is so cute of you to suggest that, but like I said, I like the little boy look but Tom just isn't into it. But if you were into some fun and games I could use a boy toy, just be warned that if Tom finds out there would be a major punishment. Willing to take that risk?" Barb grabbed Christine's chin and held her tight as she gazed into her eyes until she answered "yes". Barb smiled at her, "I knew you would say that. Maybe we should go to your place to get to know each other better, and so that Tom won't find out? You want to get to know me don't you?" Barb traced her hand down from Christine's chin until she reached the small nipple poking out Christine's shirt. Barb grabbed her braless nipple and pinched it, right there in the lobby, in front of anybody and everybody to see. Barb laughed, "Oh my look how horny you are with those hard little nipples. Aren't you the little slut letting me touch those flat tits of yours in public? Maybe you're too naïve for me? If you want me to be your Mistress then hand me your blouse now and follow me to my car. You look like a boy anyway and boys walk without shirts on all the time. I'm parked around the corner." Christine's pussy was dripping wet. She wanted to be someone's play toy and do as they ask. She never walked in public nude, but the humiliation was just too much. Her sexual desire got the best of her and she unbuttoned her top. She slowed with a slight hesitation. Barb was getting tired of the game, "Hand me your top now or I'm walking away." Barb held out her hand. Christine pulled her blouse off her shoulders and placed it into Barb's hand. Christine very rarely wore a bra since she really had no tits, just large nipples. Barb took the shirt, and without saying a word turned and started walking away from Christine. Christine stood there for only a second before following her close at her heals. People were staring and taking double takes as they noticed she had no shirt on. Christine's humiliation was getting to her and she felt her panties getting soaked. Her hands and arms became more relaxed as people watched her in shock. As she passed women she heard whispers of "whore", "tramp", "slut", as she passed the men she heard "is that a boy or girl?", "I've seen bigger tits on my Chihuahua". Her face blushed and her pussy gushed. They arrived in front of Barb's car. Barb unlocked the door and pointed to Christine to move to the passenger door. Christine moved to the door but it was locked. Barb took her time putting things away, getting her sunglasses and making sure they were on properly before finally lowering the window. Christine hand me all of your clothes and put this on before you get into my car. Barb held out a leather collar which Christine was familiar with by the picture. She was going to be a play toy. Christine kicked off her shoes and threw them in the back seat, followed by her skirt and panties. She placed the collar around her neck and slipped into the car. She heard car horns blaring as she pointed her ass out for all to see before sliding onto the cold leather seat. Barb started the car and pulled out onto the street. She didn't need directions to Christine's place since I gave her that information, and Christine didn't seem to notice or care, she was enjoying the public humiliation. They arrived at Christine's condo complex. Barb purposely parked in the visitor's parking spot in front. Barb pulled out the leash and attached it to Christine's collar. They got out of the car and Christine waited while Barb grabbed her bags and walked around the car. Barb took ahold of the leash and started to walk toward the condo complex. It was during the week so most of the complex was at work, fortunately for Christine. But still there was enough tension waiting to be caught that caused Christine's pussy juices to flow down her leg. As they went up the stairs to her door Christine remembered that her keys were in her skirt pocket. When they arrived at the door Christine let Barb know about the keys. Barb turned to her "Then you're just going to have to go get them aren't you? That will cost you, and the longer you take to more severe the punishment will be. Now go get the keys." Christine hurried down the stairs naked as a Jay bird. She got to Barb's car and grabbed the keys. She started running back towards her condo when a man came around the corner and Christine ran right into him. He was shocked seeing a naked girl plow into him, "Are you ok miss?" Christine was quick, "Yes, I locked myself out of my condo and had to run and get the key." She waved them in his face. "Do you need some help?" he said eyeing her up and down. "No thank you, I'm ok now that I have my keys." Christine said as she began to hurry back to her condo. The stranger watched he naked ass scurry down the path. Getting caught just about made Christine orgasm in the guy's arms. Her head was spinning as she came up to Barb. "I've been waiting, I don't like to wait." Christine fumbled with the key as she finally was able to open the door. "I'm sorry mistress." Barb pushed past her and walked into the condo, "Grab my back bitch." Christine grabbed up the bags and followed into her condo. Barb was walking around checking the place out. Christine finally was able to check her out. Barb was wearing black high heels, no nylons, black leather skirt, a red silk blouse, and black leather skin tight gloves. Barb walked into the bedroom and back out, "Place my bags in the bedroom slut. Then come see me, and do it on all fours like a good bitch." Christine quickly got onto all fours and looked at the bags. The only way to carry them was one at a time by using the handles on the bags and her mouth. It took Christine four trips before she crawled up to Barb. Barb was sitting on the couch. "Here are the rules. Rule one; do as I say without question. Rule two; disobey rule one and be punished. Rule three; if the first two rules are not to my liking then I walk out and you will never see me again. Do you have a problem with any of these rules?" Christine shook her head as she knelt in front of Barb. "We will see won't we? Now there are two issues we have to deal with right now, first you hesitated taking those trash bags you call clothes off, and the thoughtlessness of leaving your keys in the car and making me wait." Christine quickly began to apologize and tell Barb it won't happen again when she was met with a quick slap across the face. "Bitch! I didn't give you permission to speak now that will cost you as well. Get up here and lay across my lap, and don't you dare hesitate." Christine held her hand to her face, as she felt the heat on her cheek instantly her other hand went to her pussy. She then jumped up and lay across Barb's leather skirt. She felt the leather against her stomach and pussy. Barb's gloved hand caressed the naked orbs placed into her lab, "Believe me when I say, this will hurt you more than it will hurt me." With that, Barb's gloved hand lifted from Christine's naked ass and was quickly, and sharply, replaced with a hard slap. The sound of leather against flesh echoed throughout the Condo. Christine yelped as the sting was harsher than she expected or ever felt before. With no time to recover nine more slaps followed, all on her left cheek. The slaps stopped followed by a soft rubbing of the red inflamed ass. Christine finally was able to allow the sting of her punishment to rush through her body. When her ass was gently caressed she had an intense orgasm. Christine tried to grind her pussy against Barb's leather skirt. She needed some attention to her pussy. Barb was having none of that, "How dare you cum without permission! You will pay for that." Another ten hard slaps came down on her other ass cheek. They were harder or more intense causing Christine's eyes to well up with tears. When Barb finished she pushed Christine off her lap, letting her fall to the floor. Barb looked at her leather skirt and found in soaked with pussy juice. Barb stood in front of Christine and dropped her skirt to the floor. "Follow me, if you want this to continue." Barb walked to the bedroom. Christine watched Barb's naked ass as she walked away and then began to crawl after her. Barb was bent over searching through her bags. Her ass was sticking out. Without looking up from her search Barb commanded Christine to start licking her ass. Christine crawled up and ran her tongue up the crevice of Barb's ass. Her ass was so firm and tight. Barb stood upright forcing Christine to fall back. "Now then let's see how far you want to go. The safe word is...well I'll give you that in a moment. If you trust me and want to play more then get on the bed, on your back with your hands above your head." Christine new better than to hesitate and quickly jumped on the bed. Barb walked to one side of the bed and grabbed Christine's left wrist. "Do you want to continue bitch or are we done?" Christine was so horny and ready to cum again, she barely breathed out "yes" before she felt the handcuff tighten around her wrist and heard the other ratchet around the headboard. She watched Barb walk around the bed and grab her other wrist, "Do your trust me? Are you ready to play my game?" Christine wanted to be used; she wanted to be under someone else's control, "Yes Mistress." The cuffs went on her wrist and pulled up towards the headboard where she heard the other side of the cuffs being attached to the headboard. "For a pathetic excuse for a woman I'm sure you will enjoy this." Barb slowly undid her blouse and let it fall to the floor, followed by her red laced bra. Barb crawled over Christine with her clean shaven pussy just above Christine's face. "Tell me you want my pussy bitch." Barb said as she grabbed each of Christine's nipples and twisted them hard. Revenge is Sweet Christine opened her mouth wide to scream, only to be stifled by Barb's pussy covering her mouth. "Never mind boy, I don't care what you want. I only care about what I want." Barb twisted Christine's nipples harder this time, allowing her to scream deep into her pussy. Barb ground her pussy all over Christine's face. Christine stuck out her tongue and felt the soft flesh of Barb's pussy. Barb's juices slowed into her mouth and she eagerly lapped them up. After what felt like an hour of pussy eating and titty twisting Barb swung her leg over Christine's body and got off the bed. She looked back to see Christine's nipples bright pink but sticking out long and hard, just the way she likes them. Barb bent over and pulled out some items from her bags. The first item to come into view was a blindfold. Barb came up to Christine's ear and whispered into it "You'll love this next part, the darkness will play on your senses and make your orgasm so intense you'll scream for more." Barb slipped the mask over Christine's head and left her in the dark. Christine heard some snaps and movement, then the bed rocked. She felt a blunt device press against her pussy and Barb's body came down against hers. The strapon dildo that Barb put on was eight inches long and about 3 inches wide, a good start. Barb wiggled the head of the dildo into Christine as Christine gyrated her hips against the intrusion allowing easy access. Then without notice the entire length drove deep into Christine causing her to arch her head back. Barb bit down on Christine's shoulder, part for pain, and part to hold on, "By the way bitch your safe word is, REVENGE." Christine's eyes flew open and her arms jerked against the cuffs. She tried with all her might to buck Barb off but that was only met with harder thrusts and a slap across her face. Did she want this or did she let it get out of hand? Christine was sure she pushed herself over the edge this time and let her pussy make the wrong decision. Another sound of snaps and Barb lifted off of Christine, leaving the dildo embedded deep inside of Christine's pussy. Christine hears Barb leave the room. She hears her front door open and series of whispers. She senses a group coming in her room. "I have her primed and ready. Nothing is off limits. We play hard and we play rough. No means double it up. Her safe word is REVENGE, if you hear it stuff something in her mouth." Barb was giving the orders to whom, Christine had no clue. Shuffling and movement sounds came from all over the room. Her senses were heightened as she lay naked in front of strangers with a dildo handing out her pussy. She could decipher perfume and cologne. Both men and women were here. Her pussy was getting wet again as the bodies moved closer to the bed. She heard a male voice first "I thought we were going to play with a woman? This flat chested bitch has nothing to offer. I guess we will just have to focus on fucking her holes since these tits are no bigger than Tom's." The room laughed as Christine struggles to hear how many different voices there were. She knew of Barb and Tom and the male speaking. She heard another female voice as well, maybe more. Christine was beginning to panic in a way that made her even hornier. Barb announced to the group "Let the games begin." Christine felt a large breast pushed against her mouth, "Suck it bitch. Taste what real tits are like." The dildo was pulled out of Christine. She felt a loss until her legs were hoisted up and a real cock replaced the dildo. The tit was removed from her mouth and soon a woman's pussy fell on top of her face. The woman was facing the headboard and grinding her pussy against Christine's mouth. Christine lapped at the intrusion while getting a nice fucking. Christine's cuffs were removed and the two fucking her jumped off so that she could be flipped over onto her stomach. Two men lifted her again so that a third guy slid under her. She was lowered down onto his cock. Her soaking wet pussy made it easy. Christine moaned with pleasure as she lay her body down against the furry chested man below her. Her ass was pelted by two hands against her ass, "This is for our pleasure only." It was Barb's voice again. The spankings didn't stop. At least twenty times she was wailed upon her already tender ass. The pain was excruciating, no longer the pleasure she had earlier. She couldn't see it, but felt her ass cheeks were flaming red and maybe even blistered. Cold lube dribbled down her ass crack followed by a dildo being shoved up her ass. The pain made her lunge forward but the man below held her tight and shoved his cock deeper into her pussy. One of the other men shoved his cock into her mouth, partly to hold her in place, partly to stifle her scream, and partly to have all three of her holes fucked at once. Christine was being fucked so hard by the dildo she barely noticed it being pulled out and replaced by a real cock. The pounding she was receiving was not rhythmic at all it was just a hard ass pounding. Christine was becoming exhausted. She could not hold herself up anymore. Her jaw was sore. She was fucked out. But the night was still young. The men began to speed up their fucking until finally she felt her mouth being filled with the man's fresh thick load. A screaming voice near her ear made her alert "You better not let one drop spill out you filthy whore. You like fucking around, well now you know what it's like to get royally fucked. Drink that cum bitch." Christine swallowed and swallowed. She loved cum, but it didn't seem to stop. Then she felt the familiar hot fluid shooting deep inside of her. Her orgasm took over as the third man pushed his cock deep into her ass and his cock began to pulse filling her dark canal with his seed. Christine screamed out as her body shook from one of the most violent orgasms of her life. She wanted this; she needed this, abuse to push her to the point of pure ecstasy. She found her place, to be used and abused as a sex toy. The men pulled out of her at once. She felt empty, worthless. She needed to be fucked more. She was flipped on her back like a rag doll. She was too exhausted to fight or argue. Her legs were lifted up and this time a woman's body was on top of her. Christine felt her soft breast press against her own chest. They were so soft, so different than having a man's body on top of her. "We've only just begun tramp. Now it's my turn to fuck you." Barb spit the words at her. Christine felt a large "cock" pressing against her well fucked, cum dripping, pussy. The head was huge, bigger than any normal cock. Barb must have put on another strapon cock. This one had to be bigger than a soda can. It felt like a fist being shoved inside of her. The only thing help her was the cum oozing out helping lube the intruder. Christine tried to wiggle her body to help it gain entry since she knew she couldn't stop it. The head pierced through stretching her pussy farther than she thought possible. The pain was horrendous. Just before she screamed out another woman jumped on her face and slammed her pussy down on Christine's mouth to shut her up. The large dildo kept up the assault. More and more of it worked its way up into Christine's insides. Push and pull, push and pull. The dildo kept going deeper and deeper. It felt like a bowling ball stretching her wider than ever. Someplace deep inside of her was hit by the baseball bat. There was no further it could go. "I think we hit rock bottom." Barb announced as she gently began to push just a little more. Then the impossible happened. The dildo began to vibrate. Not just a low hum vibration, more like an earthquake shaking from the inside. The harsh vibration began to make my entire body tingle. Her body began to convulse in an orgasm that made her scream deep into the pussy covering her mouth. The woman above her felt the scream and began to cum. Her juices started to gush in Christine's mouth like she was peeing. Her mouth filled up forcing her to swallow to keep from drowning. It was more than any man had cum in her mouth before. Her own orgasm just kept coursing through her body. She must have passed out because when she opened her eyes her bedroom was empty. Her sheets were soaked with cum and sweat. Her body ached. Her pussy was so sore she couldn't move. Even the air touching her raw nipples hurt as she laid there in total bliss. Revenge is sweet.